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iaf · 2 years ago
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They did it again!!
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scaredstupid · 11 months ago
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girlfriend keychain btw
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cherrysdeadd · 4 months ago
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sorry if the first image lookz low quality. (OKAY NVM ITZ GOOD GOT SCARED 4 A SEC)
YUHHH APIRRLLLLL....... im trying 2 upgrade my AU 2 be more interesting compared 2 when i first started drawing tmnt. CUZZ IT WAZ JUST A GREAT VALUE VERSION OF TMNT 2012 LOL. soooooo april HERE iz a retired kuno ichi, maaybnnee ill do a little story on that, i dunno maybe :P
sorry for being dead. i will arise from the grave eventually!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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loony-ludy · 2 months ago
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Is this… character development????
Sorry for low image quality, I drew this at work :P
Transcript under the cut
Trexel: We’ve had a lot of conversations, and, uh- we- I think- I think we might be friends!
David: Hmm.
Trexel: I don’t like it, David, but the constant black-outs don’t lie. So what do we do about this? Do I kill you? I think I have to kill you.
David: You can try.
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amethyst-marshmallow · 3 months ago
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Oc redesign :3
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soooooo silly :3 I am rllly happy with this design
bonuses under cut >:D
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Old design:
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sorry its so low quality lmao i don't have the original image anymore
the only one i have is the one uploaded to tumblr which was accidentally just a screenshot of the picture for some reason-
here's another
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finally some sketches i did during school!!!!
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this was mostly to start concept for her redesign lol
as you could see her name was melody but im prolly gonna change it :P idk why i decided to make ocs that were basically humanized sanrio- im gonna make them more original👍
im redesigning her gf too :3 her name was millie whihc is normal but ill prolly change it anyway
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skylerfurmaniac-deactivated · 10 months ago
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K i t t y s p a m
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(References ^)
K I T T Y S P A M
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(sorry if the images are low quality ,:[)
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rhythmgamer · 2 years ago
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i lied. there's another required listening for my blog
(Self declared) Biggest ALKALOID x DF Yoru ni Kakeru fan in the world
(for a (weakish) proof scroll down lol)
So! This blog used to be mostly Enstars, however ever since our system realisation our interests widened and now expect this to be a multifandom blog :3
Faves vary from alter to alter, but in general expect us to be insane about Alkaloid, Buster Bros, Fling Posse, and Ohse Minato
if i am post limited I'm probably on @mu-defender instead. and yeah, that's it. if you read this far, you're awesome and i hope the next 24 hours go awesome for you <3
❗ Warning: Insanity lies below
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Proof that I am biggest AlkaDF Yoru ni Kakeru lover ever
1. had this post in my queue ever since December 31st 2022 till song release. pretty sure i account for more than 90% of the reblogs on there
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2. went insane the day the cover released. how insane? well...ask my mutuals ig. i just keysmashed for a good amount of time.
3. spam reblogged this image and got post limited
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4. this is my current, post-song release queue (sorry for low quality image lol)
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5. as of 9 pm IST, 24th March, 2023, I have the five star badge for clearing the song in game with S+ grade in score, combo, and number of times played. in less than 12 hours of song release in game
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so. if anyone claims to love this song more than me, come fight me one-on-one /j. ahem. anyway. i like Yoru ni Kakeru cover a normal amount, you see :) i rest my case.
also, if you read this far...
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mwah! you get a kiss from me on the head (if you're not comfortable with physical contact, imagine this a fist bump ;) ). you're awesome. i love you /p
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anlian-aishang · 2 years ago
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What's your unpopular aot opinion if you have any?
OOF okay I have very many hot takes. I am going to put this beneath the cut at the risk of upsetting others. Read at your own volition and plz don't send me angry mail lol. It's all just a bunch of drawings <3
This is only up to where the anime is so far (posted 12/22/23). It is not about fandom, of which I have way more unpopular opinions 😅
// I don't have respect for Mikasa. I think she's one-note. I don't understand why people like her. She is a total pushover for Eren and has disregard for everyone else. I find it annoying.
// I don't find any Levi x anyone ship superior to others or more obvious than others. In my archive, you'll see that most ship-art I reblog is Eruri, but I really don't see anything in official canon that confirms them over levihan or rivetra or any others. I truly think that the amount of Eruri doujinshi I have read is solely responsible for my soft spot for that pairing.
// Sorry sorry sorry to all my Zeke-loving pals, but I think Zeke is sooooooo not attractive, neither inside nor out. I don't care if his dad was too overbearing or if his childhood was hard. Newsflash: there are plenty of characters who had unhappy upbringings and did not end up fetishizing eugenics :P Also - wow - that beard and those glasses gotta gooooo 😪
// Still don't like Gabi. Still don't like her. Sorry not sorry. Don't find anything about her likable. I have heard the argument that she is just a kid, and I agree with that to the extent that I forgive her for some of her ignorant opinions and Sasha-killing actions - BUT that doesn't mean I should cross the threshold and start to like her.
// I think the Marley arc was very poorly paced. Did they really expect us to fall out of love with all the characters we had gotten to know over the last 3 seasons in like ~10 episodes?
// I think MAPPA's animation is not as good as Wit's. I understand that they are overworked and underpaid, and that really sucks and makes what they did produce commendable. But if we were to just look at face value, an objective side-by-side, I think Wit's style is much better. I feel that it shows - that MAPPA was rushed in production. There are too many still images, not enough shading, too few frames, too many low-quality levis. So many of the frames look like they were first drafts, not meant for final productions. And PLZ I will be the first to say that I could not do better, but I am not very impressed with what I've seen :/ I would have rather them delayed it for another four years to give it the animation quality it deserves.
// I think Hange's character is very complex and deserves more screentime. They can be the most serious and grounding, but also the most berserk at various times. What is going on in their mind? Why are they the way that they are? I wish we could have seen more backstory - or even just one monologue about their duality.
// JEAN'S SCRUFF NOOOOOOOO SHAVE IT PLZ. Marleyan!Eren, too fdsjakfjskalfj I am simply not a facial hair fan x-x Not even Levi gets a pass on that :P
// I don't understand the Pieck hype? Like, I still see her as a bad guy for her RTS actions, and I have yet to see her have any remorse.
// Besides THAT ONE FRAME OF THE ANIME, I didn't think Levi pulled off the suit.
// On the other hand, S1 Levi gets so much unnecessary hate. Plz be nice to our lil fidget spinning sweetheart and those of us who adore himmm 🥺
// Also, Eren Kruger = A WHOLE SNACK 😤
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entity-named-ryoko · 4 months ago
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Oc art!!!!!
(Sorry for the difference of color and quality in the image I had to save and draw over the original image :p)
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It doesn't really have a name as of now because I'm not good at coming up with names(also the reason I refer to it as "it" is because it doesn't deserve a gender lol. Tho people can just refer to it by any pronouns idc lol)
I have a handful of ocs along this theme and (low quality) artstyle. I don't know what to do with them since they were originally used in some comics I made during school which are now either lost, so cringey that they deserve to burn, or just never made it onto paper and have since been forgotten about. I guess if enough people(including my own friends) like them enough I might post re-draws and new comics of them :p(some doodles on the top of the image are references to one of those old comics :D)
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Until that happens they'll probably just stay in oc limbo lol (also because most of these characters ,accept 2 were made before covid please don't compare them to characters made after 2019, I already get that a lot with people irl :,) )
But yea that's it just wanted to show my older ocs and my favorite one to draw ^_^
Forgot to mention but the character info page above is a newer version the original one I drew in 6th grade is lost somewhere in my pile of old art but is relatively the same but with slightly updated designs for some and with 2 new characters i added last year :p
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0ncrack · 2 years ago
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aditi r: *posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
mishka: if i had a dollar for every pixel in this image, i’d have 15 cents
aditi p: if i had a dollar for every ounce of rage i felt in my body after i read this text, i would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
tori: actually i did the math, mishka would have $225, not $0.15.
aditi r: i’m right here....
mira: if i had a dollar i would buy a can of soda :)
meher: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
mira: sorry i only have a dollar
meher: :(
mishka: hey i just realised my friend is right, i would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
myra: if i had $22,500 i would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
rhea: you can buy anything you want with $22,500
myra: yeah and they want soda and apply juice
am: apply juice to what
tori: directly to the forehead
am: ...great chat everyone
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loomy-monkaiser · 3 years ago
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REMINDER:
IF HE FITS
HE SITS
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ro-omantics · 4 years ago
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poets throughout history after saying they were gonna stop at just one sonnet:
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askhikko · 2 years ago
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hey skylar i made you some hikko sprites you can use them if you want
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[ID: image 1: gif of a 32x sprite of hikko walking toward the viewer indefinitely. hikko wears a light gray, long-sleeved shirt; a pair of dark gray overalls with a big pocket on the front; and brown boots and gloves; and has a red flower in their black hair. hikko's hair looks like basil's.
image 2: the same gif, but hikko instead wears a light gray, long-sleeved shirt; a black vest; and dark gray pants; and has no flower.
images 3, 4, and 5: spritesheets of hikko walking, running, swimming, and climbing. the first two are hikko in the same outfits as the gifs, but the last has hikko in their vest and bleeding heavily on the right side of their face (left from our perspective). to the right of the walking sprites in every sheet is large, stylized text reading "enigma hikko". 'enigma' is in rounder, more bubble-like text, with the 'i' being an upside down heart; while 'hikko' in in rougher, more pencil-like text. behind that is a stylized, low contrast tiger lily. below the climbing sprites are credits.
*Omori, Aubrey, Hero, and Kel ripped by Eisenkark on The Spriter's Resource. *Edited to Basil and subsequently Hikko by Cornbread. *Hikko AU by skylarismynewson on Tumblr.
in the corner of the sheets is the artist's art blog url, cornbread-but-art. tumblr. com. end ID]
sorry about the quality i couldn't find any overworld basil sprites so this is mostly cobbled together from other characters and blurry let's play footage :P
OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE!!
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THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
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graboidfarmer · 3 years ago
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Yoooooooooooooo! CONGLATURATION!!! I am honoured on your behalf :P. Since you're taking drabble requests, I had a really out-of-left-field idea: something involving Mouse and Robbie (because it occurred to me that I don't think they've interacted much in the main fic, if at all, and I wanna see your take on insecure emo boy. :V)
Thanks for the request, this was so much fun! I love getting to stretch my nerd muscles. (Also this turned out hella long.
It’s another typical day at the library: filling hold requests, reshelving books, selecting others to be put up for sale. There’s a certain point when it becomes mindless busy work, and you fall into a trance. At first you don’t even notice the teenaged boy standing in the middle of the Romance section.
He’s tall and skinny, with jet-black hair that covers eyes rimmed with smudged liner. You recognize him as the boy who dated Wendy and terrorized Dipper last summer; Dipper’s drawings of him are shockingly accurate. Robbie Something. He’s hunched over a paperback sporting an image of a muscle-bound man and a scantily-clad woman riding a wild-eyed stallion. Poor horse must be in agony.
The kid’s expression is that of mingled bewilderment and horror. You decide to take pity on him. Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, you walk quietly over to him.
“Hi, can I—“
The book nearly flies out of his hand as he jerks in surprise. “Holy shit!” he gasps. “Where’d you even come from? You snuck up on me like a little…”
“Mouse?” you supply with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You just looked like you might need some assistance.”
The teen narrows his eyes. “What, do you work here or something?”
In answer, you tap the name tag on your chest.
“Oh,” he blurts. “Right. No, I’m good. This?” He gestures at the lurid novel in his hands. “This isn’t— I don’t read this kind of stuff. This is just for… research. I’m working on a project.”
You pretend to ignore the obvious avoidance tactic. “Oh, what kind of project?” you ask with interest.
“Composition. I’m a musician.” He leans against the bookshelf behind him, the very picture of directionless youthful rebellion. “Indie punk rock. You probably wouldn’t be into it.”
You shrug. “I don’t know, I like the Ramones, and the Pixies. Are they punk?”
The kid’s eyebrows shoot upward, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “Yeah, those guys are legit.”
You suppress a smile. “So, you’re writing a punk love song?”
The boy — Robbie — immediately goes on the defense. “Maybe, so what?”
“No, that’s great,” you tell him. “It’s just… Harlequin romances may not be the best resource. From what I understand, punk is about defying stereotypes and cultural norms, and those books kind of perpetuate outdated, sexist ideas of love and gender roles.”
He gives a scoff. “So you’re some kind of love expert?” he asks skeptically.
You nearly let out a laugh. “Wow. Uhh, no. Quite the opposite, actually.” A harsh, bitter quality seeps into your voice, against your wishes. “I just read a lot. Librarian.” You clear your throat. “Anyway, I’ll be over here if you need help.”
You start to walk away, but Robbie calls to you. “Wait.”
Turning, you find him wringing the old paperback in his hands. “Okay, look,” he says in a low voice. “My girlfriend broke up with me over this stupid fight. I’m writing a song to get her back. Not like… get her back, like I want revenge,” he amends quickly. “I just… She’s super important to me, and I don’t want to lose her.”
He looks so genuinely remorseful, you can’t help feeling sorry for him. “I think a song would be a really sweet gesture,” you tell him quietly. “What sort of things does your girlfriend like to read?”
He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck. Fingerless gloves. Oof. “She’s… really into poetry,” he replies at last. “Shakespeare and Dickinson and Keats and crap like that.”
A smirk finds its way onto your face. “Okay, well, people wouldn’t still be performing Shakespeare’s plays four hundred years after he’d written them if they were crap, but anyway. Let’s check out the poetry section.”
He follows you like a lost puppy, the cheesy romance novel still clutched in one hand. “You know, writing songs is a lot like writing poetry,” you say as you scan the shelves. “They’re both about rhythm, flow, expression, hidden meanings.”
“Pshh, I know that.” His eyes dart around, as if expecting someone to challenge his claim.
After a moment, you find what you’re looking for. “It sounds like your girlfriend has an appreciation for Gothic poetry. How familiar are you with Poe?”
For the first time, Robbie smiles. Well, almost anyway. “I’ve read some of his stuff for school. He wrote The Tell-tale Heart, right? That was sick.”
“He also wrote a lot of poetry. Not just ‘The Raven’, but some beautiful love poems. They’re full of such vivid imagery and loss and melancholy, and his use of rhythm is masterful.”
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!—
You shake your head. “I’d recommend ‘Annabel Lee’, ‘A Dream within a Dream’, and ‘To One in Paradise’, for starters,” you say, handing him an anthology of poems. “Just don’t copy out of them, because I can almost guarantee your girlfriend has already read them.”
Robbie’s cheeks turn red. “Yeah, no, I learned my lesson. I write all my own songs now.”
You check his book out for him at the front counter, glancing at his full name on the computer screen. Robbie Valentino. Appropriate, you think with a smile as you slide the book back to him.
“Thanks,” he mumbles.
“No problem,” you reply. “Good luck. Oh, hold up!” you add as he starts to leave. He frowns, but stays where he is as you run to the Fiction section and grab an additional book: High Fidelity. “This isn’t poetry, but I think you might find it interesting. It’s about a guy who works in a record store and loves music. He goes through a breakup and has kind of an existential crisis, but he learns a lot of things about himself. And his name is Rob.”
Robbie blinks a few times. “Uhh… okay, I’ll check it out.” You quickly scan it and hand it to him. “Later.”
His manner is amusingly furtive as he leaves, as if he’s terrified that someone he knows will see him carrying around a book of poems. But at least he took them. There’s hope for him yet.
The next time Robbie comes in to the library, he makes a beeline to the counter just to inform you that his girlfriend loved the song, and they’re back together. He invites you to come hear his band play at the all-ages club in town, and that you had better not “lame out”. As you watch him go with another armful of poetry, you feel strangely smug.
You may have been a nerd in school, but it’s finally paying off.
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creepercraftguy · 3 years ago
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My thoughts and feelings on the Danganronpa S Swimsuit Designs.
Recently the designs for everyone’s swimsuit sprites in Danganronpa S were leaked on a preorder website here: https://ebten.jp/spchun/p/7015021110403
There’s a lot I have to say about each of these designs, so I figured I’d make a decently long post ranking each of them.
These are all my opinions and my thoughts and feelings may be a little biased, but please hear me out and respect my opinions. Also, sorry for low quality images, since that was the most clear cut I could make them by zooming in on the sheets.
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7/10:
It’s a fairly plain design, but honestly, I think that’s quite befitting of the first games plucky protagonist. One of Makoto’s main traits is that he’s nothing remotely that special, so his swimsuit shouldn’t really be anything major. I do like however, that it’s colours replicate the brighter aspects of his original design.
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6/10:
Of all the characters in the game who could have been stuck with the speedo look, I’m glad it was Taka. Unfortunately, this also means that his design, other than the very befitting whistle around his neck, isn’t anything major.
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8/10:
This is a really good look for Byakuya. It’s really fitting with his personality and status and he wears it well.
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5/10:
Unfortunately, Mondo’s outfit is exactly what I expected it to be. It’s unfortunate because I was hoping the game would do more, given how extra his 10th anniversary do was, but I was left a little disappointed with this one. It’s not bad though and it does work with him.
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6/10:
It’s a pretty plain and simple design with no real outstanding aspects, but it really fits Leon’s character and he does well with it.
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7/10:
This is honestly hilarious, because this wasn’t what I expected from Hifumi. I was expecting him to have a shirt or something, but I’m glad he doesn’t because that can be considered fat-shaming in my eyes. The Pretty Pudgy Princess image on his shorts was, for whatever reason, NOT what I was expecting though, and I think it looks great.
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8/10:
I’ve had my differences with Hiro, but I have to admit that this design really does suit him and his character. I really love the little alien pattern on his shorts.
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This has got to be my favourite design in the entire selection of these characters! The main reason is because it really suits Chihiro’s character. He’s sporting both some very boy-like shorts but also a very girl-like crop top. The design doesn’t prioritize masculinity or femininity, but instead creates a well done balance of the two. This was probably the best that they could have done for Chihiro and I’m so glad he got his justice in this game.
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10/10:
I feel like Sayaka is so underappreciated and so berated that we fail to recognize just how beautiful she is. I mean LOOK at this! She’s so fucking gorgeous!
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10/10:
Kyoko is among, if not the top of, the characters in this that can sport a really plain and slightly bare bones design, but look absolutely beautiful while doing it. The dark swimsuit clashing with her bright hair, and also not sporting anything too outstanding, just like her original design, makes her look absolutely ravishing.
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10/10:
I know it seems like I’m just dishing out 10’s at this point, but the DR1 girls are just THAT amazing looking with their designs, and Hina in particular is really good. One of the things that I love about some of these swimsuit designs is the subversion of the colors that I’m used to the characters sporting. Hina for instance is usually associated with red or blue, but here she is wearing a deep yellow bikini and my god does she look amazing in it. Also, it’s hard to see, but she does have some slight abs, which is something I wish to see on most of these girls.
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9/10:
We have to talk about these two at once because they kind of have the same swimsuit with just one difference, in that Toko wears the skirt, while Genocide Jill does not. This makes sense and it’s pretty clever in design, since Toko has usually always worn long dresses/skirts in her previous designs, to cover up the tally marks Jill engraved in her legs from her kills. Jill obviously wouldn’t care about that, so she feels no need to wear the skirt, and given that Jill is slightly more outgoing and sociable than Toko, she wouldn’t have as much of a problem showing off more skin. It really does make a lot of sense and the design itself is overall very solid.
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6/10:
I wouldn’t go so far as to say this is bad, but this style and colour is not what I expected or would have liked to see on Sakura. She’s still pretty, but I just think there’s more potential here.
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8/10:
In a sense, this is a very clever design of swimsuit, since it’s almost as if Celeste’s original dress was turned into a bikini, and it’s incredibly fitting as a result. Still, it’s not out of any expectation.
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10/10:
This is probably the most ingenious design out of every swimsuit in this game, so hear me out. One of the things Junko is the most well known for in Danganronpa’s world is she always defies expectations, most of the time in ways that leave people dissatisfied or unhappy. What could be more dissatisfying to a regular hormonal teenager (which most of the DR cast are) on a summer trip than a busty beauty arriving to the beach wearing a cheap, one-piece school swimsuit with nothing remarkable about it. It’s so clever and such a smart move on the designers part that perfectly encapsulates Junko’s character.
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9/10:
I love this swimsuit design, and I think Mukuro looks wonderful in it, but I still stand by my complaint that she deserves to be her own person in this game and not disguised as Junko.
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5/10:
Monokuma looks less like a lifeguard in this design and more like a McDonald’s drive thru employee. Still, I didn’t expect Monokuma to get a swimsuit at all, and this does fit his character, so whatever.
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9/10:
Like Makoto, this outfit is fairly simple. Unlike Makoto however, it doesn’t really replicate the coloration of the original design and instead provides Hajime with something more vibrant and original, and I think it looks pretty good on him.
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10/10:
I just in general think this is a really solid look for Nagito. It’s a nice diversion from his original style, while also keeping some of the things that made his original design unique, namely the pattern on his hoodie is transitioned over, but in a new, quite dashing colour. I also like how he and Hajime have a contrasting blue/red dynamic with their designs.
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7/10:
I mean, it obviously has to be the same as Byakuya’s design, but the colours of the hoodie are inverted. It makes sense, but I do believe the original Togami does it better in this case.
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4/10:
Is this REALLY the best you could give Gundham? This is such a simple design for someone with Gundham’s personality, he deserves something far more impressive. Yeah, I get that Makoto has the same thing, shorts of a single colour with his symbol on it, but that makes sense for Makoto given that he’s naturally quite bare bones, whereas Gundham is much the opposite. Honestly, this is kind of a letdown.
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8/10:
Can Kazuichi just naturally pull off any vibrant colour? First, in DR2, his outfit was a vibrant yellow, and then in DR3, he had a deep blue outfit. Now he’s sporting this Neon Green and it looks so good on him. Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks that this is a really good way of transitioning his original design while also adding some originality?
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7/10:
I don’t think it’s anything great, but I like the rose patterns and the clash of the dark shirt with the bright shorts. Honestly, this is a pretty good outfit sporting Teruteru’s moniker.
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6/10:
Again, I kind of expected Nekomaru to wear the speedo, and I like the fact that he kept the chain on, but overall, the outfit doesn’t have an awful lot of uniqueness.
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8/10:
There’s really not an awful lot to this design, but I think white shorts and a gold chain are a real good look for Fuyuhiko. He doesn’t really need anything more than this to look super good on the beach.
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7/10:
We did see this outfit in DR2, but it was a CG and not a sprite, and at least she’s not covered in blood this time. The colours and patterns are a little plain for Akane, but she still looks pretty good in this outfit.
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10/10:
This swimsuit already has a CG and sprites in the original DR2, but now we get to see more of them. And just as well because this plain white swimming outfit looks wonderful on Chiaki. She’s just super adorable like this and I can’t ask for anything more.
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10/10:
I have to give Sonia the score she deserves here. While I am surprised she isn’t showing off nearly as much leg skin as I thought she would, I have no complaints to this. The colour is a good colour alongside her hair and the swimsuit itself looks splendid on her.
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9/10:
I never thought in a million years that Hiyoko would look good in green, but I’ve never been more happy to be wrong. I’m also glad, and I can’t speak for everyone here, that she’s wearing a two-piece and not a school swimsuit like Junko, because she deserves more than that.
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10/10:
I’m so tempted to sing the Bryan Highland song but change the yellow in the lyrics to blue. Words cannot describe just how much I love this simple patterns design on my all time best girl. Mahiru looks absolutely angelic with this outfit, and I’ve basically fallen for her all over again.
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8/10:
All things considered, I’m really satisfied with this outfit. We all know what Spike Chunsoft and DR’s writers like to do to Mikan, so I was very concerned that whatever swimsuit she got, it was going to turn out to be really skimpy and barely cover anything. I am glad that this is a lot more modest than I thought it would be, and I thank the creators for giving her something more normal. However, it is still a string piece that has a likely chance of coming undone, so I am expecting a few wardrobe malfunctions in the game. Other than that, my only other real complaint is that I kind of want more than just a plain white design. I think a deep purple or even a deep red would work very well on her as opposed to this.
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10/10:
This is the design I expected for Ibuki, and it works really well for her, so while my expectations weren’t defied, this is still among the better designs out of the selection we have.
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10/10:
We all need to take a minute to appreciate just how gorgeous Peko looks in a plain black two-piece, because this lady looks absolutely exquisite. Even the most simple designs can bring out the best in characters, and while we did see this in DR2, we never got the sprite we needed. She just looks great like this, that’s all I can say.
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5/10:
Izuru has a different swimsuit to Hajime for some reason, but I guess it does make sense since a bright, vibrant swimsuit like the one Hajime has wouldn’t work with him. Hajime’s is still better in my book though.
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5/10:
Usami and Monomi have always had the adult/child dynamic in their designs. For example, in the regular designs, Usami has a skirt while Monomi wears a diaper, and that dynamic carries over in these designs too, which I really appreciate. Still, the outfits themselves aren’t anything outstanding.
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10/10:
Is it just me, or is Komaru ever so slightly chubby in this? It’s the first time Komaru’s midriff has ever been shown in a sprite, so it’s the first time we’ve ever seen her bare belly like this. It’s not a complaint, if anything, I’ve been wanting to see some chub on the girls. Regardless, this is another example of a plain design pulled off extraordinarily well, since the plain yellow outfit makes Komaru look delightful.
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6/10:
About what I expected from Masaru. Like Nagito, I like how he carries patterns from his og design into this one, but he doesn’t really do it as well. His design is kind of basic.
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8/10:
I like this transition. The outfit and hoodie has originality, but it still bases itself off Jataro’s original design and I like how they do it.
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10/10:
She’s just way too cute! This design is just super adorable and Kotoko pulls it off wonderfully. She was honestly one who I expected to wear a one-piece, so showing off this much skin is surprising given her backstory. It really does fit her though, and I wouldn’t think of changing it.
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5/10:
Honestly, there’s not much to this. The colour and pattern fits Nagisa, totally, but I do wish there was a little bit more than just whatever this is. Nagisa’s a much deeper character than this outfit gives him credit for.
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8/10:
It’s a really simple design with nothing outstanding besides the skirt, but Monaca looks really cute wearing this, and I think that that alone is enough. Besides, Junko had a fairly basic design too, so Monaca having one isn’t out of the question.
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3/10:
I’ve always believed, as much as I really don’t like him and wish he wasn’t in this game, that Kurokuma has always had one of the best designs out of all the Monokuma’s. But as much as I believe that, and as much as I love the addition of the water gun in this design, this is honestly kind of lazy. The gun and the glasses don’t count as part of the swimsuit, they’re just accessories. In summary, literally all they did was give him orange trunks.
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1/10:
THIS however is somehow even worse, because this straight up is NOT a swimsuit! Shirokuma is literally just wearing a hat and a floatie. This is probably my least favourite of all the designs in this.
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9/10:
I have to add here that I’m rather disappointed that based on the scans, it seems unlikely that Yuta and Taichi from UDG are getting in the game, since I believe they both deserve some spotlight that they’re now giving Hiroko. I also don’t consider myself to be attracting to older women, but I am forced to admit that like with Mikan, I did expect something worse with Hiroko’s swimsuit, and this was a pleasant subversion of my expectations because I think she looks great.
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10/10:
Maybe I’m being a but biased with my scoring here, but had Shuichi not been wearing the hoodie, I would have been a bit disappointed. Also, am I the only one who thinks that this is a surprisingly good look for Shuichi given that the colours aren’t his typical dark, emo style? I never thought Shuichi could rock a white hoodie and dark blue shorts, but here I am being proved wrong.
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6/10:
Honestly, I did expect this of Kaito’s outfit, and I am a little let down that this is it really. Sure, it does look good, as he has the space pattern that he usually has on the inside of his coat, but speaking of his coat, one thing that I was expecting was that he, like Shuichi or Nagito, would have a hoodie in his design that he hung loosely around his shoulders like he does in his original design. C’est la vie…
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7/10:
He literally looks like a tiny sailor! Like they straight up ripped him out of a Popeye cartoon or something! It looks really funny for some reason.
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9/10:
Call me crazy, but I actually seriously love the colour of Rantaro’s shorts. The pink/red rose colour is a wonderful clash with his avocado green hair, and while the design is kind of simple, Rantaro has never been known to have the most over the top appearance. He’s kind of just a casual guy, so he deserves a casual attire.
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4/10:
Oh Gonta, there’s nothing wrong with your swimsuit, but is this really the most justice they could do you? It looks so…I dunno…plain?
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5/10:
Where’s his white coat go? Like, I love the shorts pattern, but is this really it? This is all we get out our clown prince of lies? It’s not totally disappointing like Gundham’s was, and thank god he doesn’t have abs anymore, but even still, is this the best they could do for Kokichi?
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10/10:
Fuck yes! Why put Kiyo in shorts like the rest of them when we could give him this extremely fitting wetsuit! Like, seriously, how come I didn’t think this was a good idea? This is quite literally the perfect direction you could have gone in for Kiyo especially.
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9/10:
Fucking…Keebo oh my god…Why did I expect any differently?
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9/10:
Kirumi, Kyoko and Peko have exactly the same reason for getting their scores, and Peko and Kyoko only slightly pull it off better. My only complaint I have with Kirumi sporting this is that she doesn’t appear to have the spider pattern that she had on her dress before, which was one of her most notable features in her original design. Maybe it is there and I just can’t see it due to low res, but I’m fairly sure that this is all you need to make Kirumi look damn sexy during summertime.
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6/10:
I know for a fact that Himiko doesn’t like the ocean, so maybe there’s a reason her swimwear looks like this. I don’t hate it, but I think Himiko might look better in a one piece, and maybe I’d like a bit more context as to why it looks like this of all things.
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10/10:
Maki is so attractive in this outfit. It’s the perfect shade of red, and it’s everything she deserves. Honestly, while a lot of these girls look stunning in colours that I’m not used to seeing them in, had Maki had anything else than this red, I think I would have been a little disappointed.
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7/10:
Pink was not what I expected on Tenko. I was honestly expecting something similar to Ibuki, but with light blue and green instea of blue and pink, and I’m honestly a little upset we didn’t get that. On top of that, she’s showing an awful lot of skin, maybe even more than Mikan, since that swimsuit looks like it doesn’t fit her, which I didn’t expect from her.  Still, you won’t be hearing any major issues on my behalf, since I still like this design somewhat.
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10/10:
Yes, yes, and more YES! I ADORE the yellow swimsuit with Tsumugi’s dark blue hair. I was expecting something plain and white like what Mikan got with Tsumugi, and I’m so glad we didn’t. Not even Team DR are willing to take their jokes that far. She looks so god damn sublime.
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6/10:
I’m fairly sure that all they did for Angie’s appearance was take off her coat. I mean, she does kind of wear swimwear all the time, so I think that even though there’s no real uniqueness or originality to this one, it was the obvious direction to go in, so I have no real comment on it.
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9/10:
Ok, this was a good one. I was really hoping that Miu in particular would fit her character to a tee, and if it didn’t I think I would have been rather let down. This is definitely satisfactory though, since leopard print absolutely works for her. Overall I think she looks superb.
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KAEDE PLEASE MARRY ME! She looks so fucking pulchritudinous! That’s not a word anyone knows, but that’s the extent of how enticing, foxy and sublime she looks! The sky blue is SO good on her, words can barely describe it! Kaede was one in particular who I set high expectations for, and I can gladly say that they were exceeded above and beyond!
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Chapter 13 - Alone Again
Word Count: 15,835
TW:  mentions of child r*pe, mentions of p*dophilia, mentions of self-harm, mentions of trauma, unconsensual biting, unprotected sex, mentions of mental breakdown.
A/N: Hey guys! I felt very bad for updating so slowly, so here it is early! Happy Valentine’s! Special thanks to those who has sent me fanart and kofis!! I appreciate them all, honestly, it’s really amazing. 
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Kofi
The ding of his phone woke Jason up from sleep. Even during the grogginess of slowly regaining consciousness, Jason knew who it was.
He blinked his eyes a few times to get used to waking up, and cleared his dry throat. He laid there in bed for a few moments, staring at the tin roof of the safe house he was so proud of. He wondered whether the text would be business or pleasure.
He liked it when you were there with him at night.
But you were too fucking stubborn, and was still hesitating to continue seeing him. It had been a month since the first time you joined him, and since then you went out with him a couple more times, only to investigate the elite pedophile ring that plagued Jason’s mind ever since he found out that it existed, and that Bruce had kept it from him.
Your dilemma meant that you weren’t with him all the time and got upset every time he killed someone.
Jason wasn’t a patient person, but the two of you still texted and called. Discussions, or banter. It was as if you were his friend.
As if everything wasn’t as fucked up as it was.
And however hard he tried to separate his feelings from his goals, to keep you at a distance, to wall himself off, he had obviously failed.
Because now he was smiling to himself at the thought of waking up to your texts.
He had freaked out at first, confused as to why he had started to hate you less and less over time, but now he realised that it didn’t matter how he felt anymore.
As long as he could snatch you away from Bruce.
The fact that you made him feel like he wasn’t alone anymore was only a bonus.
***
To say that it was troublesome to have Dick around would be an understatement.
He had originally mentioned that he was only going to stay for a week, but one week became two, and a month later, he. Was. Still. Fucking. Here.
The fact that you were living under the same roof as Batman meant that you were almost constantly on your feet, but now Nightwing was added to the equation, it felt suffocating.
At least Bruce didn’t like to poke into your personal life as much. Dick Grayson on the other hand, loved to play the doting older brother. You weren’t fooled, though. You knew he was still suspicious of you, and was using his caring nature to his advantage, touching the line between concern and straight up paranoia.
You sighed out loud.
Michelle Myers turned her head to glare at you. You stuck up your middle finger to her, earning an audible gasp.
Shit, you hadn’t meant to do that. You forgot where you were for a second.
School was one of the ways to escape the prying and ever analytical eyes of your older brother, and a way to run from the feelings of growing distance you felt between you and your family.
It was all Jason’s fault.
You had let him get into your head ever since he told you that Bruce had kept a disgustingly huge and important piece of information regarding Gotham’s elite society- the society that you were a part of.
You felt as though there was an invisible line that separated you and Bruce now.
It wasn’t a nice feeling.
“What the hell was that?” Michelle came up to your desk as you were packing to leave.
“I’m sorry?” you feigned innocence.
“You bitch!” she hissed, “You know what you did!”
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Rob interjected.
“I have no idea?” you lied.
“Michelle?” Rob turned to her.
“She- she- she showed me the middle finger!” Michelle fumed.
“What?” Robert asked, “No way. That’s not something she would do. Would you?”
He turned to you.
You wondered if his parents were part of this human trafficking ring. You wondered if Michelle’s parents were.
“Of course not!” you defended yourself, “That would be unbecoming of me!”
“Michelle, it’s not nice to make up stories,” Rob rolled his eyes.
Rob’s father was the CEO of Gotham’s number one cybersecurity company, his mother inherited generations worth of wealth. Her lineage meant that she had an iron grip on Gotham and was often Bruce’s rival when it came to influence. If she were a man and didn’t take her husband’s surname, Bruce would probably have lost to her on countless occasions. The possibility of one or both of them secretly running an organized crime was high.
“I’m not!” Michelle snapped, “I’m telling the truth.”
Michelle’s mother was Gotham’s famous socialite in the 80s, her father a nobleman from England. Both very rich, but Mrs. Myers was new rich, and Mr. Myers wasn’t born and raised in Gotham. The chances were there, but probably not as high.
“Even if you were, and she did show you the middle finger, what’s the big deal? Stop being so uptight, Michelle,” Rob scolded her.
Michelle looked like she was about to pop a vein in her temple.
“Thanks Rob,” you said, “But really, it’s okay. I think Michelle might have made an honest mistake, that’s all. I’m sorry too, Michelle. Maybe I was brushing my hair aside and might have accidentally made a vulgar gesture.”
“There,” Rob smiled warmly at you, “Just a mistake. You going back now?”
“Yes, I think Alfred should be here already,” you nodded, “I’ll see you guys next week?”
“Good luck studying!” Rob wished you, “Though mocks would probably be a breeze for you.”
“I doubt it, but thank you Rob,” you made your way to leave. You turned your head to Michelle and gave her a knowing wink you knew would make her lose her mind, and walked away.
“Dick?” you called out to your older brother, who was attracting a lot of attention on the sidewalk. He had parallel parked his car on the side, and was leaning against it with his sunglasses on. He waved at you once he saw you approach him.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“Picking you up,” he shrugged.
“Where’s Alfred?”
“Home,” he simply said.
“And why did you come to pick me up?”
“Because why not?” he grinned, opening the passenger door for you to enter.
You narrowed your eyes at him and entered the car.
Dick had always made you feel comfortable, and you naturally felt at ease when you were with him, but lately, it was different.
You felt stiff, alert, and on guard when Dick was around because it felt like he was just waiting silently for you to fuck up, to let something slip. You hated it.
You hated how your family felt so far away from you because you had betrayed them.
“Hey, Dick?” you asked after five minutes of unusual silence.
“What’s up?”
“What does Bruce do when he’s on patrol alone?” you brought up.
Did Dick know about this elite pedophile ring? Was Dick keeping secrets from you as well?
“He patrols, I guess?” Dick answered.
“No, I meant during the nights when he tells me that he doesn’t need me around,” you explained, “What does he do then?”
You saw Dick frown.
“I don’t know,” he stated.
“Did he ever do that to you? Tell you he doesn’t need you and go off alone?” you probed.
“All the time,” he sighed.
“And you never found out what he was doing?”
“I- well- look, what’s this about?” Dick turned the question back at you, “Did something happen? Did you find something?”
“What am I supposed to find?” you interrogated.
“I don’t know!” he answered exasperatedly, “Sure, I wondered a lot back then, but that’s- that’s just how he is! He keeps secrets and leaves us out of a lot of things. Like Jason being alive for fuck’s sake. If he can keep something like that a secret for so long, God knows what he’s up to when he’s alone.”
“Didn’t you ever stop to question it?” you argued.
“Didn’t you?” Dick retaliated, “All these years as Robin, why are you only bringing this up now?”
You fell silent.
“Did something happen?” he repeated again.
“Nothing happened,” you insisted, looking at the cars zooming by outside the passenger window.
Silence again. And then-
“Jason used to question it all the time,” Dick sighed, calming down. “Even followed Bruce out. That was hilarious. Imaging trying to tail Batman.”
“He asked the right questions, then,” you grumbled.
“He did,” Dick admitted, “Didn’t get him anywhere, though.”
“Except six feet under,” you muttered bitterly.
Dick never replied to that.
***
“We still don’t know her identity, she pops in and out seemingly randomly, has mediocre tech, mediocre skills… I don’t know, Bruce. What kind of purpose does Jason have for her?” Dick stated.
You tried not to clench your jaw upon hearing that.
The three of you were in the Cave, discussing your next step for tracking Red Hood down. Bruce had suggested going after V instead and hoped that she would lead you to him. You were treading dangerous waters, and remained silent most of the time.
“The fact that she has still remained elusive shows some form of skill,” Bruce argued.
It was hard not to defend your alter-alter-ego. But, you were relieved. You had tried your best to ensure they wouldn’t suspect you, even changing your fighting style to something you weren’t too familiar with.
“Still doesn’t explain why she’s with him,” Dick shrugged, “Nothing on the traffic cams?”
Your heart skipped a beat.
You had also made sure to avoid all cameras, even parking and changing blocks away before meeting with Jason. Jason, on the other hand, drove the same fucking car, or the same fucking bike, though he frequently changed plate numbers.
Still, this was Batman and Nightwing you were talking about.
“Only one thing,” Batman replied, before pulling up a security camera footage.
Fuck.
“This was taken along Jackson Avenue in Old Gotham,” Bruce continued and played the footage.
It showed a very low quality pixelated video of you wearing a black hoodie and a black cap covering your head. You had a surgical mask on to blend in better with the crowd instead of a black mask that would automatically made you suspicious. Your face was unidentifiable.
You walked into an alleyway and never came back out.
“How are you sure this is her?” Dick asked, “She wasn’t seen in Old Gotham.”
“Height and body type are a match,” Bruce justified, “That backpack could be carrying her weapons and clothes.”
You hid that backpack in an unused dumbwaiter of a guestroom all the way on the other wing of the manor that Alfred did not bother to dust.
“Or it could be carrying textbooks,” Dick scoffed.
“There is also this-”
Bruce pulled up another traffic footage. It was of you in the same clothes, with Jason next to you on a nearly empty sidewalk with shops already closed. Jason was also wearing a hoodie that covered his head, and the camera was far away. The two of you were walking away from the camera.
“This was three hours later on Schnappe Avenue, three blocks away from Caprice, where they were last seen together a week ago.”
You had followed Jason to Caprice, a bar that hosted many criminals, and was owned by the Italian mob. Red Who was simply there to take his profits and ask a few questions regarding their connections to certain politicians in Gotham.
Rendezvous with Jason was complicated, as you both had to protect your identities. You would leave the manor two hours early, park somewhere very far away, then walk or take a taxi to a location maybe 3 kilometres away from where you would meet Jason, duck into a dark alley to change into your gear, and then grappled to where Jason parked. From there, the two of you would grapple to your location. Once you were done, you would go to his car where you stashed your bag. You would then reverse your steps and go home.
That night however, Jason, the fucking dickhead, got hungry and insisted that you followed him to a diner, which was why the both of you were in casual clothes walking together in the streets. Good thing that by fucking sheer luck, no security cameras picked you up at the restaurant.
“There were no cameras to follow them after that,” Bruce grit, “They must have strategically chosen the route.”
No, Jason was just hungry.
Dick remained silent, so you turned to look at him. You frowned at his expression. Dick’s eyes were glassy and soft.
“Is- is that really him?” he whispered.
“High possibility. It’s too coincidental to dismiss.”
“Wow,” Dick breathed, “He looks- he looks different.”
Ah, it was Dick’s first time seeing new Jason without his helmet on.
“Yes,” Bruce nodded stiffly.
“How different?” you spoke up for the first time.
You were curious.
“Well, he’s much bigger,” Dick chuckled, “And taller. Good for him. He always complained about his height. Used to bet with me that he’d grow taller. Can’t see his face, though. He used to whine about how I was stealing all the girls too. Pretty sure he had a crush on Barbara.”
Dick gave a sad smile, and you saw Bruce had turned to face away.
“Anyway,” Dick cleared his throat, “How do you suggest we go about this V girl?”
“Uh,” you started, “Why not interrogate the guy they were meeting?”
Fat chance Elio Bianchi would spill anything with what Red Hood threatened him with.
“Already did last week,” Bruce answered.
You didn’t patrol last week. Bruce suddenly extended your “grounding”, but you suspected that he wanted to keep you away from Jason.
“And?”
“Refuses to speak. Red Hood must have something on him.”
Yes, the age, location, and photos of all three of his daughters.
“So what next?” you wondered.
“We wait for his next move,” Bruce sighed, “He doesn’t seem to be doing anything too rash lately since making Elena Ciobanu shoot Victor Ibenescu. He is waiting for something.”
“Or maybe he’s finally got control?” you suggested, “Over everyone? I mean- the reason why he did all those violent things were all gang-related, wasn’t it? Maybe now he’s made his point, so everyone is following his rules?”
“Maybe,” Bruce hummed, “But this wasn’t about taking control. Now we know who he is and what his motives are.”
“He did kidnap you,” Dick added, “It’s more likely that he’s planning to do something like that again.”
“Which is why,” Bruce continued, “I don’t think you should be out with us for now.”
“Oh, come on, Bruce,” you complained, “You already grounded me for an extra week!”
“It’s not about punishment. It’s about keeping you safe.”
“I wasn’t even in uniform the last time he kidnapped me!” you debated, “I’m the safest with you.”
“In the event that we do find him, I would need to talk to him,” Bruce insisted, “Having you there might trigger something in him. It’s best if you stayed away.”
“Dick!” you turned to your older brother for help.
“Sorry kid, but I’m with him on this one,” he gave you an apologetic look.
“He could kidnap me in the middle of the day!” you ranted, “He could blow up the school, the train, hell, even the library again!”
Both Dick and Bruce frowned.
“Again?” Dick repeated.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Yeah, I already lost one library, he could very well just find out where I am and blow it up or something,” you covered.
Bruce remained silent, just looking at you with intensity. You tried your absolute best not to recoil, not to give away that your heart was beating so violently against your chest that you could hear it in your ears.
“How important is your exam?” Bruce spoke.
“It’s my mocks, Bruce,” you grumbled, “Scholarships are waiting for mocks results. I’m not letting a delusional psycho with daddy issues get in the way of my future, no matter who he is.”
You intentionally aimed those words at the both of them. Jason was Bruce’s son, and Dick’s brother, and you wanted them to feel it.
“Then you’re only to go to and from school,” Bruce directed, “No staying back, either, and Alfred will wait outside the whole time.”
“Seriously?” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “Fine! Fine. I just- I just wanted to test myself. Whatever.”
“Test yourself?” Dick asked.
You looked at Dick straight in the eye and said, “I wanted to see if I could face him after he kidnapped and sexually assaulted me.”
With that, you stormed off after manipulating the people closest to you to make sure you throw them off of any suspicions of you.
You locked yourself in your room and collapsed on the bed with a frustrated huff. You took out your phone to send Jason a text.
You: What are you doing tonight?
Five minutes later, your phone dinged.
Sexy Hunk From Library: Usual. You coming? You: You have any leads? Sexy Hunk From Library: Possibly.
You stared at your phone, assessing the risks if you were to go out with him that night. Then, your phone dinged again.
Sexy Hunk From Library: Kill time with me?
The corners of your lips twitched upwards.
You: Miss me that much?
You saw that he was typing, then stopped, then typed again. Until finally-
Sexy Hunk From Library: Are you coming or not?
It was funny how you could still chuckle to yourself despite how fucked you were. You were fucked because you betrayed your family, you were fucked because your family was suspicious of you, and you were fucked because for the past couple weeks of occasionally seeing and texting him, you realised that you had begun to like him more and more.
The dangerous and violent parts of him still made you wary, but despite all that, you couldn’t help but want to be by his side. It confused the hell out of you, because sometimes he didn’t act like how you would expect him to act at all.
Sometimes he was actually nice.
For instance, he had treated you to that burger when he insisted that you went with him to the diner.
Or the time when he argued with you over pineapple on pizza, as if you were friends who didn’t hate each other.
And even when you almost got punched in the face by a massive brute who had been dealing to kids. The punch never landed because Red Hood stopped him, beat him half to death, and then shot him in the kneecaps, before turning to you and asking if you were okay.
You thought that was sort of nice of him.
Fuck, you wanted to see him.
You texted him back.
You: Time and location?
***
Jason waited impatiently for you to arrive.
He was tapping his fingers rapidly against the steering wheel. Somehow he felt like he was going to be sick.
Despite the gentle drizzle that fell against the glass windows and the cold wind blowing outside, Jason felt hot and stuffy.
He looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror, coming into contact with his tired, sunken, blue eyes. He tried to fix his hair, combing it to the side with his fingers then groaning before ruffling it up again.
Fuck, what was he doing?
He spent the next minute trying and failing to fix his hair, that he didn’t notice you approached the vehicle until your rapped your knuckles against the window. He jumped at the sudden sound, earning a raised eyebrow from you. He unlocked the door and you climbed inside.
“You’re late,” he grumbled, aware of his hoarse voice. It was the first time he had spoken to anyone in two days.
“Only by five minutes,” you pouted.
“Late is late,” he snapped.
“You’re okay with killing people, but will bitch if I’m slightly late?” you scoffed.
“Just be on time next time,” he grit.
“Fine, I’m sorry I’m late,” you rolled your eyes. “Now can we get to it?”
Jason gave you a glare, his jaw clenching in frustration. He took a few moments to calm down.
“You know Maria and Joseph Powers?”
“Of the Powers Group?” you frowned, “Powers Hotel? Sure, I know them.”
“I have reason to believe that they’re one of the people involved in this child trafficking business,” Jason revealed.
“W-what?” you gasped, “Do you have evidence?”
“Some,” Jason replied, “They’ve been investigated before. I guess Batman played a part in that, but everything seems to have been dropped. Document trails, eye witness statements, physical evidence- all disappeared.”
He saw that you were struggling to keep up, mouth gaping and eyes wide.
“What’s wrong?” he frowned, “Get a hold of yourself.”
“Bruce knew?” you whispered.
“What doesn’t he know?” Jason scoffed.
“I sat on the same fucking table as them last Christmas ball,” you growled, “I went to their kid’s fifth birthday party. Bruce shook hands and smiled at them and then invited them over for drinks.”
Jason resisted a smirk. He finally got you to understand. Your arms were crossed, and your face in a scowl, obviously pissed.
Bruce probably did all of that to keep them close so he could keep an eye on them, maybe even find some more details. But Jason wasn’t going to tell you that.
You still had a lot to learn, but Jason was willing to be the one to teach you.
“Where will he be tonight?” he asked.
“I… I’m not too sure,” you said quietly.
Jason raised an eyebrow at you.
“What’s this? He didn’t tell his beloved Robin his plans? Again?”
You remained silent, looking straight ahead.
“I was wondering about that,” he continued, “Friday night and you’re here with me instead. Something happened?”
This time, Jason waited patiently for you to respond, enjoying the way you were obviously uncomfortable with his interrogation.
“He…” you started slowly, “He won’t let me out with him.”
“You got into trouble again?” he smirked.
“No, it’s because of you,” you shot him a sharp glare.
If only looks could kill.
“He knows you have it out for me, so for my safety,” you spat, “He won’t let me out.”
Jason blinked at you once, twice, then let out a booming laugh.
“Oh, man. Oh, sweetheart,” he pretended to wipe away tears, “Look at you, all angry at me.”
He reached across towards you and booped you on the nose. You swatted his hand away violently.
Jason loved teasing you. It made his heart all warm.
You were looking away again, and had the mask covering half your face, but even in the dark alley, he could make out your long lashes, clumped together because of the rain, and the way your shiny hair framed your face, also damp.
Your smell was intoxicating, filling his car with a pleasant scent of vanilla and strawberries. The longer Jason spent time with you, the more he felt himself getting pulled deeper and deeper in-
“He’s investigating me,” you interrupted his trance. “Well, not me specifically, but V. He’s got footage of us walking to that stupid diner-”
You paused to shoot daggers at him.
“-good thing I kept the hoodie and mask on, and thank the fucking stars that there were no cameras after that leading to to the diner. We can’t be reckless like that again, Jason.”
Jason rolled his eyes at your lecture
“So now what? You gonna kill the Powers’? How did you find out about them anyway?” you asked.
“Through the Ibenescu problem,” he explained, “Whenever they trafficked girls, I’ve always found a few kids. Always not more than ten at a time. Didn’t add up. All this while I’ve made sure there were no kids involved, be it local or foreign. And after going to each and every single fucking brothel and threatening every single pimp in Gotham-”
Jaon let out a tired sigh at the memory of going all over Gotham to turn over every rock, paying and threatening people for information. He allowed sex work as long as they kept to his standards, and as long as they weren’t trafficked. He made sure all the girls were well taken care of, and he made it very clear as to what would happen to the pimps if they weren’t.
The girls all loved him.
“- no sign of kids. Which meant that Gotham was being used as a proxy and they were being transported outside of Gotham, or there were other powers at play. So I dug in deeper. Hacked into GCPD records, looked at the political scandals and allegations that got dropped and was never brought to court. The Powers and some others came up a few times, but not too heavy. Tax evasion and stuff like that. Until I hacked into the FBI.”
“The FBI?” you gasped.
He smirked to himself. You were paying careful attention. It made him feel like he was some sort of mentor.
“It’s really not that difficult when you know people,” he scoffed, “Anyway, the Powers’ were originally under investigation for money laundering because the Powers’ Group Executive Accountant, who mysteriously died of a suicide, reported large sums of money that didn’t belong there. Then they got an external auditor, who is also deceased, reported inconsistencies with signatures and accounts.”
Jason reached to the back seats of his car and passed you a thick file that contained the FBI investigation.
“After that, they checked emails. Nothing. Then they wiretapped them, and recorded conversations regarding child sex trafficking from all over the world, for other politicians and rich pigs in this goddamned country- whose names are redacted in the files. However, they didn’t keep the audio evidence. Everything’s been terminated.”
“Wait, this can’t be right,” you frowned, flipping through the pages. “This case is almost twenty years old and… dropped? In 2012!”
“Exactly,” Jason grit.
“How long have you been investigating this?”
“Over the last two months.”
“So you already knew the Powers’ were involved,” you looked at him in suspicion, “Why haven’t you killed them yet?”
Ah, you caught on quick. Not bad.
“Because of tonight, sweetheart,” he answered, “I wiretapped them myself. There’s a shipment tonight, and one of the Powers’ need to confirm it half an hour before docking, or else they won’t dock, and it’ll be a bitch to track down again.”
“Then this is great,” your eyes widen, “We catch them red handed at the docks, take photos, spread them online, make it go viral. They won’t be able to cover it up when there’s a public outcry.”
Jason started chuckling.
“What?” you demanded.
“Look through the files. Do you see any pictures? Videos?”
You frowned.
“Do you really think they would be stupid enough to physically be there, where the authorities can, and I quote, catch them red handed?”
You shook your head slowly.
“Even if they were there, pictures can be easily faked these days. Hell, even videos. Audios, easiest of the two. They would just claim that someone was slandering them, then move on. If the feds don’t want to charge them, do you really think the cops could? And what happens if they were brought to court anyway? They can easily pay off judges and jurors.”
Jason liked this. Educating you.
Just face it, baby girl,” he added, “The system is fucked. Batman’s been trying for over a decade, and the Powers’ are still having Christmas balls.”
You let out a sad sigh.
“Let’s just get to the docks, then.”
Jason put on his mask and helmet, and drove away.
***
You were sick and tired of Dixon Docks, but criminals just couldn’t stop choosing that location for smuggling. There was also Port Adams, but the port was located near Blackgate Isle, so the marine security was tighter.
Any normal city, a place like Dixon Docks would have much tighter security after countless cases of illegal smuggling, but this was Gotham.
The security that GCPD put out on patrol with what little resources they could spare were easily bribed. The dock security company themselves were probably owned and bought over by a crime lord, not unlike the one beside you right now.
“They’re here,” Jason pointed out. The both of you were on the rooftop of a warehouse on the docks.
You squinted in the distance and saw a ship coming nearer. You missed Batman’s tech whenever you went out with Jason. Your lack of state of the art domino mask made it harder to see faraway objects and in the dark.
The docks were quiet, except for the sound of the water currents and sea breeze, and the twenty or so hired guns grumbling about the weather. You theorized that this operation was usually similar in the past, where it went smoothly without much obstacles, judging from the lack of hired security. Jason also mentioned that the kids were usually brought in along with older trafficked victims from other operations to help cover up, but since his harsh crackdown on human trafficking, they were forced to operate alone.
You waited until the industrial ship dock amongst the other unoccupied ships, and then heard some voices yelling in the distance. From the ship came out 4 girls and 3 boys in tattered clothes, malnourished and with frightful eyes. Their ages ranged from about 12-15 years old.
Accompanying them were three armed men, shoving the children to walk faster. Your blood started boiling at the sight.
“This should be easy,”Jason stretched, getting ready to make a move.
“We shouldn’t underestimate them,” you advised, “We should think of a strategy to-”
Jason leapt from the age of the rooftop without warning.
“Wait! Red Hood! Fuck!” you whispered angrily, and followed suit.
Red Hood ran ahead of you with inhuman speed towards the children, guns out and firing at the men.
You heard the children scream, the men shouting, and more guns firing.
It all happened so fast, that by the time you reached there, Red Hood was standing tall and proud over more than a dozen dead bodies.
“What the fuck?!” you shoved Red Hood as hard as you could. He didn’t budge. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“What?”
“You opened fire when there are children right in the middle of everything!” you yelled.
“I’ve got an excellent aim and I caught them off guard,” he defended, “They couldn’t even respond on time.”
“The kids could have caught a stray bullet, you fucking dickhead!” you shoved him again.
This time, he growled at you and gripped your wrists tight, pulling you harshly to him.
“If you do that again, I’ll make sure you regret it,” he threatened you with a low voice that sounded even more hostile through the voice scrambler.
You wanted to say more, but then you heard a cry from one of the children. You wrenched your hand away from his grip and walked towards them.
They were kneeling on the ground, gripping each other tight by the clothes and arms. They were Asian. You guessed maybe South or South East.
“Hey,” you gently called out, slowly kneeling to their level. They recoiled at your approach.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” you said, putting your arms up in surrender to convince them. “See? No guns.”
Their expressions didn’t change. You were just another threat to them.
“Don’t any of you speak English?” Red Hood grunted.
You glared at him.
“What? It’d help,” he shrugged.
“Even if they did, do you really think they’d speak to you?” you snapped.
You turned to them again, and despite the risk, pulled down your mask and hoped that there weren’t any cameras nearby.
“Hey, we’re here to help okay?” you maintained a slow, low voice.
Two girls then looked at each other, and one of them spoke up.
“I- I can speak English,” she said in a shaky voice.
“That’s great,” you smiled sweetly, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Magdeline,” she whispered.
“Nice to meet you, Magdeline. I’m V,” you pointed at Jason, “And that grumpy tomato head there is Red Hood.”
You saw Magdeline and two others share a smile. They must have understood you.
“We’re not going to hurt you, okay? We just want to help.”
“Are you going to take us home?” another girl squeaked.
“No,” you winced, “But, we’re going to take you to the police, and they will help, okay?”
They nodded, wiping tears from their eyes.
“So what we’re going to do is that we’re going to call-”
You stopped mid sentence.
Suddenly, you felt a chill down your spine, as if someone dropped an ice cube down your shirt. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and you hurriedly put on your mask again.
“What’s wrong?” Red Hood sensed. You stood up straight, your heart beating fast.
“We need to go,” you told him, hearing the blood rush to your ears, your eyes darting quick to every shadow, to detect any movements from the darkness.
“What?”
“He’s here,” you whispered.
Red Hood looked at you for a moment, and then-
“Fuck. Come on.”
“Please don’t leave us,” Magdeline fisted your clothes, “Please.”
She looked like she was going to cry again.
“It’s okay,” you told her, “Someone’s here to help you.”
“No! Please! I want you!” she wailed.
“Shh,” you tried to calm her down.
“V, we don’t have time,” Red Hood growled.
“He’s a hero,” you ignored him, “He may look big and scary at first, but he’s a hero, okay? I promise.”
She continued to wail. You forced her off you and stepped back.
At the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow in the sky, and felt your heart drop to your stomach.
So this is what it felt like to be hunted by Batman.
“Come on,” you told Red Hood, and the two of you ran in the direction of Jason’s car, swerving between shipment containers for more cover.
Then, in the distance, you heard a loud familiar boom.
“JASON!”
The man in question who was running ahead of you started chuckling, then raided two middle fingers up in the air.
You looked behind you, but Batman was nowhere to be seen. Not in the sky, not on the roofs, not on the shipment containers, not even in the shadows.
Perhaps he saw the children and stopped-
You ran into Red Hood’s hard back. He had come to a sudden stop.
Fuck.
You peeked from behind him, and was relieved when you only saw Nightwing standing about ten feet away from you.
“Jason,” he called out, “Hey, buddy.”
“Quit your Golden Boy act, Grayson,” Red Hood snarled, “You’re almost as guilty as he is.”
He took out a handgun and aimed it at Nightwing.
“Come on, Jay,” Nightwing tried, “You’re not gonna shoot me.”
“You wanna bet?” he growled and cocked it.
You remained behind Jason for cover in fear of being recognized. Half your face was covered and you were wearing contact lenses that hid your true eye color, but you couldn’t be too careful.
“Who’s your friend, Jason?” you felt Dick’s eyes on you, “We can helo her too.”
Jason responded with a dark chuckle.
“Hey, sweetheart, what’s your name?” Nightwing stepped closer in your direction.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Jason fumed.
Dick stopped in his tracks and raised his arms back up in surrender.
“Okay,” he nodded slowly, “It’s fine. Let’s just talk.”
***
Jason felt a punch in his gut when he saw his older brother appear in front of him.
Grayson had aged slightly, his hair longer, face more defined. It was guilt that Jason was feeling. Grayson had always been there for him. Training him, teaching him, giving him advise on girls and on being a teen.
Yet, even at that time, he had felt immense anger towards him, jealous that he was constantly in Grayson’s shadow no matter how hard he tried to be his own man.
And now? Grayson didn’t do jackshit to Joker either, the person who took the life of his supposed younger brother whom he said he always loved and cared for. No, Grayson was the same as everyone else.
Once Jason was out of the picture, they all gladly moved on and replaced him with you.
So fuck talking.
“No,” Jason tried as hard as he could to not let the tightness he felt in his chest affect him. “Move. I won’t repeat it again.”
“We miss you, Jason,” Dick pleaded, “You have no idea how happy I was when I found out you were alive.”
His throat was constricting, his breath shallow. No, Grayson was lying.
“Alfred spent the whole night crying,” Dick chuckled.
Stop it. Don’t talk about Alfred.
He felt his eyes stinging with tears.
“He was saying that he couldn’t wait to make your favourite-”
BANG!
“Fuck!” Dick screamed out in pain, collapsing to his knees and clutching his left thigh.
Jason heard you gasp behind him, and he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to run with him to his car.
“You shot him,” you quietly whispered.
Jason was speeding away, the docks long behind him.
“He’s had a lot worse,” he grunted at you.
“You didn’t have to shoot him.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he snapped, “Would you rather he caught the both of us? Unveil your identity? Show him how you were with me all along?”
“We could have taken him down together,” you muttered.
Jason let out a bark of laughter.
“You’re fucking stupid if you think the both of us can take down Grayson with just hand-to-hand,” he sneered, “Even if we could, let’s waste time and wait for Batman to catch up, right? Was that what you wanted?”
You remained silent.
“Didn’t think so.”
Jason gripped the steering wheel tight while he drove to the rendezvous point, selected carefully based on the absence of cameras in the area.
“I need to get back quick before they do,” you spoke up, “With Dick injured, they’re probably rushing back as well.”
“How do you plan on sneaking back in?” Jason asked out of curiosity.
“I deactivated the motion sensors.”
Jason frowned. Interesting.
“And I rented a motorbike a while back specifically for this. I park it outside the gate, hide it in some bushes so I don’t need to make noise opening and closing the gates every time I go in or out,” you explained, “I either play music in my room or play recorded noises of me doing things.”
“You’ve truly mastered the art of sneaking out now,” Jason teased, a small hint of pride swelling in his chest.
He made a turn into the same alleyway as before and switched off his engine.
“I need to go,” you moved to leave.
Without thinking, as if on reflex, Jason reached out and grabbed you by the wrists. You looked at him in question, an eyebrow raised, waiting for him to say something.
Jason looked back at you, the nauseous feeling returning again.
“Nothing,” he let go of you, “Sorry.”
You hesitated, as if you wanted to say something. In the end you nodded stiffly and left.
Jason took off his helmet and let out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding. He leaned forward to rest his forehead on the steering wheel, coming to terms with the realisation that the nausea he felt was actually butterflies.
***
You tripped over your chair as you were climbing into your room from the window, causing some things on your desk to fall to the floor with a loud thud.
“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself.
You hurriedly took off your shoes and changed into your pyjamas, kicking the backpack full of your gear under your bed to be hidden in your secret place later. You ruffled your hair and then looked into your mirror, realising that you hadn’t taken off your contact lenses yet.
You heard footsteps approaching.
“Fuck, fuck, ow!” you accidentally poked yourself in the eye.
The moment you put in the last contact lens in its case, you heard a knock on your door.
“It’s me.”
You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then went to open the door.
“Yeah?”
Bruce looked at you with serious, tired eyes, still in his Batsuit sans the cowl.
“Dick got shot,” he stated.
“W-what?” you widened your eyes in shock, just as practiced. “Is he okay?”
You rushed out the room and hurried to the Manor’s infirmary where all of you went if there was a serious accident besides scrapes and cuts. Rushing out in panic would cover any body language that could reveal anything.
“He’s fine,” Bruce followed you from behind, “Lost a bit of blood, that’s all.”
You opened the doors to the infirmary to see Dick in a t-shirt and boxers on a bed, hooked to an IV bag. His left thigh was already bandaged. Alfred was adjusting the flow of the IV.
“Dick!” you rushed to his side, “What happened?”
“I’m fine,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ve had worse.”
“What happened?” you repeated, sitting on the side of the bed.
Dick exchanged a look with Bruce.
“We were patrolling near the docks, then we heard gunshots,” Dick explained, “Turns out it was… Red Hood.”
“He… shot you?” you whispered.
“Yeah,” he groaned, “I really didn’t think he would.”
“You have to stop thinking that this is the Jason you used to know,” you scolded, and then turned to Bruce with angry eyes, “Both of you. Don’t you think your judgement’s been clouded? That’s why it’s better if I’m with you. I never knew him, I’d be more objective and-”
“No,” Bruce said sternly, “End of discussion.”
You scowled. “What was he doing there anyway?”
Dick glanced at Bruce again.
“Weapons exchange,” Bruce answered, “He was hijacking a weapons exchange.”
If you weren’t there, you would have believed Bruce without a doubt. You clenched your jaw, making sure you don’t reveal anything.
“Why did he shoot at you?” you turned to Dick.
“He was probably being protective,” he said.
“Protective?”
“Yeah, the girl was there,” Dick recounted, “You should have seen him with her. It was like he was protecting her from me. His body language, stance and everything made it seem like she was precious cargo.”
You frowned.
“If I had to guess, she’s probably someone he cares about,” Dick smiled softly. “I’m sort of happy, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s… going through a lot,” Dick went on, “I’m glad there’s someone with him.”
Your mouth was dry. You turned and saw that Bruce was long gone.
“You don’t think she’s his prisoner or something?” you tried, “Maybe she’s being blackmailed or forced into staying with him.”
“No, I don’t think so,” he shook his head, “She looked like she was depending on him to protect her.”
Your left eye twitched in annoyance.
“Really,” you grit.
“Yeah, I mean,” Dick elaborated, “She looked scared. I guess I can’t blame her. It’s Batman.”
You remained silent to recollect your thoughts. Then-
“What are you going to do once you catch him?” you pursed your lips.
“Help him,” Dick replied like it was the most obvious thing.
“What if he doesn’t want help?” you pressed on, “Are you going to lock him away?”
“Only as a last resort,” Dick said, “But maybe being with family will make him see sense. Hopefully.”
“I guess you and Batman defy your own system too, huh?” you scoffed, standing up.
“What do you mean?”
“If Red Hood wasn’t Jason,” you argued, “If he was just some random guy who wanted to take matters in his own hands using violence and murder, you and Bruce would just lock him up either in Arkham or Blackgate depending on whether or not he pleads insanity. But because you know Jason personally…”
“You’re saying we should just lock him up instead of helping?” Dick asked perplexed.
“No, I’m just saying it’s kind of hypocritical that just because you know him, you’re giving him an out that you wouldn’t give anyone else,” you shrugged.
“We don’t just know him, he’s family,” Dick reminded you, “We don’t abandon family.”
You remained silent.
“Look,” Dick sighed and looked at you sympathetically, “I know what he did to you was wrong, and trust me, Bruce will make sure he atones for that. I’m not suggesting that he automatically come back and live here, especially because, well, you won’t be okay with it. Which is fine. You don’t have to put up with him. And we’re not making up excuses for him either. Like I said, Bruce was… very upset when he found out what happened to you. And that’s putting it lightly.”
You tried not to roll your eyes. You really didn’t care much about all of that. You had since then voluntarily asked him to do more to you than just suck hickies on your neck.
“But, this isn’t Jason,” Dick went on, “I mean, yes it is, but, he’s not rational. He’s angry and lashing out, and needs help. I’m not siding with him for what he did to you and we’re not dismissing it. I just wanted you to know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” you smiled, “Get some rest. Text me if you need anything.”
At least Jason’s sense of righteousness was simple and straightforward. You harmed innocents? You get his gun. There weren’t loopholes and justifications and complicated principles.
Plain and simple eye for an eye.
You turned to leave, unsatisfied with the lies and hypocrisy.
*** From the first crack of lightning you saw in the dark sky, you should have used it as a warning to stay home that Saturday night. But somehow you couldn’t help but go out to see Jason, knowing what he was planning to do.
You could have been in your bed, studying for your mocks with a mug of warm green tea in your hands and a plate of cookies on your desk, but instead, you were clutching the leather of Red Hood’s jacket, slippery and glistening from the downpour as he zoomed on his motorbike, you seated behind him.
Unlike the Robin uniform, though it wasn’t waterproof, the clothing you wore on nights with Jason was not state of the art. At least your Robin uniform didn’t get heavy when wet, and at least it wasn’t as absorbent. The rain made the zylon even heavier, making it difficult for you to move around.
The sound of rain pounding hard on your helmet was almost as loud as the wind. Jason didn’t care that the ground was slippery, he was still going recklessly as fast as he usually would.
He made a sharp turn into a lonely, dark road, with nothing but trees surrounding it. The road was going uphill, away from the city centre. You were approaching a mansion- modern style with glass walls.
Right before the trees cleared up, Red Hood swerved the bike into the bushes without warning, and then stopped once the both of you were deep enough within the cover of the trees. He cut off the engine, and you hurriedly climbed off.
Red Hood followed suit then, and you tried your best to not let your eyes linger on the way the water trickled down his chest, past the the red bat symbol, and down again, dipping into his-
“Fucking Gotham,” he grunted, voice crackling through the scrambler.
“At least you have a jacket,” you grit, teeth clenched as to not let them clatter.
He turned to look at you for a moment, and then started removing his leather jacket.
“N-no, it’s fine,” you refused, “It’s too big and it’ll be hard for me to move in. It’ll just be a hazard.”
Inside, your heart fluttered at the rare display of kindness.
“Whatever,” he shrugged it back on. “You remember the plan?”
“Plan?” you scoffed, “You mean sneak in, look for the master bedroom, then kill the Powers’?“
“You’re not going to stop me, are you?” he came closer to you, “If you’re going to mess it up, I’d rather tie you to the tree.”
“My, Red Hood,” you smirked, knowing that he couldn’t see it underneath your mask, “I didn’t know you were so kinky.”
“I’m serious,” he growled, “If you try to stop me, I will make you pay for it.”
“Whatever, let’s just get inside,” you turned away, “I’m fucking freezing.”
It would have been tough for anyone to sneak past all the security, cameras, bypassing alarm systems and into the mansion. But you and Red Hood weren’t just anyone. Both being trained by Batman, plus whatever it was that Jason gained over the years he wasn’t with Batman, it was only trickier than average.
Once you were in, you had to admit that you always thought the Powers’ had good taste. The interior was minimalistic, with furniture that were all neutral tones that went with the glass walls and with marble tops of exquisite design placement. You glanced at the exit to the backyard, which was a glass sliding door that spanned all the way from the ceiling to the floor.
It had only been one year since you were last there for their daughter’s birthday, ignorant of what was going on.
What the hell were you doing there?
“Split up,” Red Hood whispered from behind you, “Look for the master bedroom. Let me know when you find it.”
He gripped your hand and forced an earpiece in it.
Both you and Jason went up the marble staircase and stopped at the top. The hallway stretched from one end to the other, nothing in the way but a few potted plants.
He went right, and you took it as an instruction to go left.
Fuck, what were you doing? Were you going to stop him?
But the Powers’ deserved it. There was no other way, or else Bruce would have done something already.
Still, were you just going to stand by and watch while he murdered people?
You peeked into the first room, and saw that the bed with pink sheets was occupied by a small figure, wrapped in the covers like a cute little burrito.
Carrie Powers. Sleeping soundly while her parents were about to be killed.
Oh, God.
But how could they do this? Traffick other children when they had one of their own?
“Down the hall, first door on the left,” Jason’s hushed voice appeared in your ear.
Fuck, you had to stop him.
You closed the door quietly, and went to the room Jason had mentioned. It was opened by a crack, and you pushed it softly.
The view you saw made your heart skip a beat.
Red Hood had taken off his jacket and dumped it on the white setee in the middle of the very large master bedroom. He was standing by the super king sized bed, pointing an oddly shaped dagger at Maria Powers, who was fast asleep.
The power he so obviously exerted as he was standing over her, muscles taut with anticipation, contemplating which angle was best to slit her throat- it made your breath hitch.
“What do you think, V?” he said out loud, “How should I do it?”
His voice stirred the Powers awake, but before they could react, he grabbed Maria by the neck and lifted her so she sat upright, immediately pressing the knife against her cheek.
“Any of you scream, I’ll carve a smile into her face,” Red Hood threatened.
Joseph Powers, who finally snapped out of his groggy state, scrambled to his feet.
“W-what? Who are you?” he panicked, “What do you want?”
“No sudden movements,” Red Hood ordered, “I’m thinking whether or not I should make this quick and easy, or have some fun first.”
“We have money,” Joseph started, “Please. We’ll give you anything. Just don’t hurt us.”
“Oh, it’s not money I want,” Red Hood said cooly, “No. I want names.”
“What? What names?” Joseph asked, perplexed.
“Names of every politician, judge, CEO, or beat cop who is in on this little operation of yours.”
“I- I don’t understand,” the man stammered, “I think you’ve got it all wrong. We don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh?” Jason played along, “Maybe I’ll give you a little reminder.”
Red Hood snapped his head towards you, his red helmet glowing ominously in the dark.
“Bring the girl.” Despite being soaking wet in a weather that would usually make your bones clatter, hearing Red Hood say those words in a calm voice made a chill run down your spine for the first time that night
“No,” Maria whimpered, but silenced herself when her captor tightened his grip.
“What?” you gasped.
“The kid,” he growled, “Bring her here.”
“We’re not involving the kid,” you stood your ground.
“V,” he warned, “Don’t make me repeat myself. You better-”
“Mommy?” you heard a small squeak at the door and turned to see little Carrie, with her big chocolate eyes wearing her purple butterfly print pyjamas.
“Carrie, go back to your room,” Joseph ordered, “Please. She’s innocent.”
“And the kids you have kidnapped, shipped, and raped aren’t?” Red Hood fumed.
You saw the microsecond momentary realisation in both the Powers’ eyes, before they tried to cover it up again.
“Daddy? Mommy?” Carrie called in a shaky voice, “What’s going on?”
“Go back to your room, Carrie!”
“Carrie, do you want to help mommy?” Red Hood drawled.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Come closer, Carrie,” Red Hood persuaded.
“Red Hood,” you protested.
“If you’re not going to help, then shut the fuck up,” he snarled.
Carrie entered the room but stood quietly behind you.
Her father looked at you with desperation in his eyes, “Please help us.”
“You’re filth to me,” you snapped at him, enjoying the way he cringed.
Joseph was usually a proud man, handsome for his age, with a fit body and perfect salt and pepper hair. The man you saw then was pathetic. DIsgusting,
Filth.
“But I won’t hurt your kid,” you added.
You expected to see relief printed on his face, and clenched your jaw when you didn’t.
“I can’t promise he wouldn’t, though,” you nodded at Red Hood, feeling like shit for using his daughter as leverage, “So you’d better give us names.”
Joseph looked like his brain was about to explode, his eyes quickly darting back and forth from his wife, to his kid, to you. He was running his hands through his hair in obvious distress.
“You don’t understand,” he admitted, “If we give you names, we’re as good as dead.”
“Joseph!” Maria yelled.
She was furious at him- and you thought at first it would be because he wouldn’t compromise to save her. After observing the way he took a small step back and the way she was holding him by the eyes, you realised that she was warning him not to confess.
She was obviously the one calling the shots.
“If you don’t give us names, you’re good as dead,” Red Hood told him, “Or would you rather me convince you in other ways?”
He nodded at Carrie. You felt a little protective of her, standing up straighter to defend her from Red Hood.
Joseph and Maria ignored the threat and was looking at each other intensely, trying their best to communicate without words.
Then, Joseph calmed down. He straightened up into the proud man you always saw him to be, a smirk playing on his arrogant features.
“I’m sorry, but this is business,” he sneered, “And we swore our clients’ secrecy.”
Red Hood paused.
Then-
“We’ll see about that.”
He grabbed a fistful of Maria’s cropped blond hair and pulled her to the dressing table. You heard that Carrie had started to sob behind you.
“Put your right hand flat on the table,” he demanded.
“Red Hood-” you tried.
“Now!” he barked.
She raised her shaking hand and rested it on the table hesitantly.
The first thing you heard was Maria’s cry- muffled by Red Hood’s large gloved hand- before you registered what had happened.
In an instant, Red Hood had cut off her pinky finger, and then raised the dagger, which you now saw had a blade that was wavy from the bottom to the tip, glistening a sticky, sickly dark red.
“Mommy!” Carrie screamed.
With all the commotion, you wondered why the security still hadn’t heard you yet. Then you realised that the glass walls were probably shatter and bullet proof, making it thick enough to be almost sound proof.
That shook Joseph slightly, his smirk had been wiped off clean and his forehead had beads of sweat.
“I can do this another nine times,” Red Hood snarled.
You had to stop this before it went too far. Slowly, you approached him.
“Red Hood,” you cautioned, “Let’s continue this another time, when the kid isn’t around.”
“Stay out of my way,” he turned to you.
“Let’s think rationally here,” you went closer, trying to speak over Maria’s wails, “There’s no way we have the time to torture for information when there’s a dozen armed men outside who might notice that something is off.”
“That’s why you’re here,” he scoffed, “So you can deal with them.”
“Do you really want to deal with them in front of the girl?” you tried again, “She’s five. She shouldn’t have to go through this.”
“They were going to wait a few years before selling her off anyway,” he seethed, “I’m doing her a favor.”
“No!” Joseph denied, “Not her. Never her.”
“How sweet.” Red Hood hissed sarcastically.
“Red Hood, come on,” you persuaded, “We can pick this up again another time.”
“And what?” he yelled, “Wait for them to run to the other side of the world? Where I have to hunt them down all over again? I do not have the time or the patience to- what the fuck did you just do?!”
Red Hood shouted at Joseph, who had moved quickly to the bedside table. His eyes widened in panic, and so did yours when you saw he had pressed a button on the underside of the table.
“Fuck!” Red Hood swore, “This is your fucking fault!”
He brandished the blade at you. “Fine,” he pulled Maria up again, “Looks like playtime’s over.”
Without warning, you saw him raise the dagger to Maria’s neck, and as if in slow motion, you just looked on by as he carved a big red smile across her throat.
The next thing you felt was a gush of warmth spray all over your face and torso. The blood that had gushed out of Maria was like a pulsating fountain of red.
“Maria!” Joseph screamed, “You fucking bastard!”
Red Hood leapt across the bed and pushed the man violently against the glass wall.
“Names!” he growled, taking Joseph’s head and thrusting it against the glass, leaving a smear of dark red.
Yet you were there, just frozen and blinking on the spot as you stared at Maria’s lifeless body on the grey carpeted floor, blood still splashing from her throat in the rhythm of her slowly dying heart.
Everything was red, and smelled like metal, and tasted like metal. Ew, did some get in your mouth? But you were wearing a mask. Why was there so much of it?
Did humans have this much blood in them? It seemed endless. Are we all just bags of blood in the end?
Carrie’s wails snapped you back to reality.
You rushed to her and kneeled down.
“Hey sweetheart, listen to me,” you tried to get through to her, “You have to go hide in that closet over there, okay?”
You picked her up. She was light, her body fragile and weak, and you opened the closet to reveal a walk-in.
You set her down on the floor and tried to comfort her again, “I want you to close your eyes, and close your ears, and then sing a song, okay? Don’t stop singing until the police comes. Can you do that?”
All she did was cry.
Fuck, she wasn’t going to listen to you.
So you just closed the closet door.
Red Hood was still smashing Joseph’s head against the wall. You noticed that he was now missing an ear.
Then you heard footsteps approaching you fast. Lots of them.
You took out your escrima sticks and got ready to fight a dozen armed men while Red Hood tortured Joseph Powers for information.
***
“Did you even get any names?” you monotoned.
The both of you were at the rendezvous, with Red Hood leaning against his beautiful black superbike and you standing awkwardly, holding your arms.
The smell and sight and taste of blood still consumed you. You hoped that the rain would have washed it away, but against all your luck, the moment you escaped the mansion, the rain had stopped.
Red Hood and you left behind a crying kid in the closet, a woman with a slashed throat in a pool of her own blood, a man beaten to death so bloody that he didn’t have any recognizable human features left, five unconscious and seventeen dead men in that house.
Red Hood simply looked away from you and took off his helmet and mask. He looked clean, because even in the midst of everything, he had managed to take his jacket from the settee.
“No?” you smirked, “So all of that for nothing?”
He gave you a glare, cold blue eyes piercing yours.
“Can I just ask you one thing?” you sighed, taking off your mask as well. It was soaked in blood.
“What?”
“Were you really going to hurt the kid?”
You saw his jaw clench.
“I don’t hurt innocents,” he looked away from you again.
You felt a wave of relief alongside your nausea, but however relieved you were, it still didn’t get the image of him slitting a woman’s throat out of your head.
If the circumstances were different, maybe you would have been turned on by that, as fucked up as it was. By the power he exhibited, the precision, the danger - you knew that you had a thing for that.
But he killed her in front of her own daughter, who shouldn’t have had to see that. Hell, who shouldn’t have had to be there in the first place.
It made you question him even more than before.
“Nope, you just traumatize them for the rest of their life,” you scoffed.
In a flash, his hands were around your throat.
“Don’t fucking talk to me that way,” he growled, “I haven’t forgotten how you fucked things up for me.”
“Fucked things up for you?” you repeated.
“You distracted me,” he told you, “And that prick went and sounded the alarm.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for trying to convince you not to murder a mother in front of her daughter!”
“Sweetheart,” he said in a low voice, “You’re playing with fire.”
Jason’s pupils had started to dilate, as if it was a black hole that was eating away at the blue. Your eyes fluttered towards his lips, which were slightly parted.
And then he smirked.
“I guess I have to punish you for disobeying me,” he drawled.
You gulped loudly, trying hard to not let the warmth in your stomach spark for the man in front of you.
“You know,” he whispered, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you flushed against his chest, “I’ve always imagined what you would look like covered in blood.”
Oh, fuck.
So did you. You had imagined what he looked like when he was beating a person half to death, how the muscles in his back would ripple with every blow.
You were so fucked up.
“And what do you think?” you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together.
You were just upset at him a moment ago, and now you were turned on? You pieced together that you had a dangerous coping mechanism.
The fingers that were around your throat were caressing your cheek now, his thumb brushing against your lips.
“Better than I imagined,” he grinned, dipping down to kiss you.
He pushed his wet tongue into your mouth without hesitation, fucking it while he grabbed your ass and squeezed hard, almost painfully. He would bite and nip at your lips before licking them.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, “You taste like blood.”
You felt him grind on you, though you knew the hardness was from the protective cup he was wearing. You still couldn’t feel much either, due to the soaked body armor.
“Bend over the bike,” he commanded.
“Wait, what?” you gasped.
“You heard me.”
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly approached the vehicle. When you were at its side, you glanced behind you. Jason had the most arrogant smirk ever while his arms were crossed.
After taking a deep breath, you tiptoed and winced in embarrassment when you positioned yourself bent over the seat, your ass jutting out.
Warm hands started rubbing your waist, going down to your ass and thighs.
“How do I take this off,” you heard him complain.
Your bottom was only latex tights.
When Jason finally figured it out, he pulled down hard, exposing your ass to the cool air.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his hand roaming to massage it.
“Jason, we’re in public,” you reminded him.
“So?” he responded, “It’s 2am, and it’s Gotham, baby. Public indecency is the least of everyone’s worries.”
You felt him shift behind you, and gasped when you felt a long, wet strip from your clitoris to your hole.
“Taste so good,” he groaned.
His tongue felt good.
He continued to tease you by licking your wet opening but never dipping inside, just making you wet with your own juices and his saliva. But suddenly you felt a sharp, piercing pain on your pussy flesh.
“Fuck!” you screamed and turned to look back at him grinning at you, “Did you just fucking bite me?”
“What did you think I was going to do when I said you needed punishment?”
“I don’t know, spank me or some shit?” you breathed, “Not fucking bite me!”
“Oh, but you would like to be spanked,” he told you, “And that wouldn’t be much of a punishment would it?”
He bit you again, but this time soothed the pain by licking you after.
Still, it didn’t stop the jolts of electricity that stung you every time he did.
“Fuck!” you gasped again, “Stop it- oh, fuck.”
He had slid a finger inside you- you noticed it was ungloved.
And then he started a barrage of confusing sensations, biting and nipping at your pussy to cause you pain, and then licking it away while pumping his finger inside of you to spark pleasure.
It didn’t take you long until you were moaning and panting and fucking sweating in the post-rain weather.
The warmth was building and building as he kept licking and biting and finger fucking you, twisting inside of you and touching your most pleasurable spots. You felt yourself start to tighten around his finger as the now familiar sensation of approaching orgasm started.
And then it was all gone.
Jason removed his finger and stopped licking. You turned around furiously to see him smirking at you with dark hooded eyes.
Oh, now you understood. The punishment wasn’t the biting at all.
He wouldn’t let you come.
You spent the next minute glaring angrily at him, refusing to say a word while he just stared back with intense eyes, breathing almost as heavily as you were.
And then he dove back in.
“Fucking hell,” you moaned as the pleasure built and built and built again.
And then stopped.
You wanted to fucking yell at him, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.
He continued again, this time even harder with the licks and bites, harder with the way he fucked your cunt, even inserting a second finger that drew the most vulgar sound from your lips. You felt yourself building again, but when you expected him to stop, he didn’t.
This time, he kept you going higher and higher, your knees growing weaker, until you reached and were just dangling on the edge of-
And it was all gone.
“Jason!” you yelled, “Come the fuck on!”
You heard him chuckle behind you. And then you felt him grind against your ass, rough and heavy and desperate.
Probably because he was still wearing a protective cup, which meant that he wouldn’t be able to feel much. You wanted him to take his cock out already, so he could start fucking you senseless as you were bent over his bike.
But then, he stopped. And he pulled up your pants to cover you up, even giving you a small smack on the butt.
“What?” you straightened and turned around.
“What?” he pretended to be clueless, even though you saw the obvious lust that was etched on his handsome yet tired face.
“You- I- why don’t- fuck!” you stuttered, squeezing your thighs together. You were so wet that you felt yourself soaking through the tights despite it already being wet from the earlier rain.
“Oh, did you want to come?” he asked innocently, “Sorry, but girls who disobey my orders don’t get what they want.”
“You’re torturing yourself as well,” you grit, and to prove a point grabbed his crotch, earning yourself a hiss from him.
He grabbed your wrists to pull you closer, “We’re in public. Remember?”
Then he took a step back and gave you a shit eating grin.
“Whatever,” you sighed frustratedly, “I’m fucking covered in blood anyway. Fuck, I need to get PEP tomorrow. You should, too.”
“What?” he frowned.
“Post-exposure prophylaxis,” you explained, “We’re covered in blood, Jason, ever heard of HIV?”
He blinked once at you, and then broke into a fit of laughter.
“It’s not funny!” you defended, “It’s just for a just in case!”
“I’m pretty sure Maria fucking Powers does not have HIV,” he teased.
The mention of Maria brought the image to your mind again. The Jason in front of you had a twinkle in his eye, his expression soft after laughing at your logic. It was hard to imagine that under an hour ago, he had slit a woman’s throat.
In front of her own daughter.
Jason must have noticed your expression change, because he became serious again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, concern in his eyes as he held you by the waist.
Was he actually concerned? Or was he still playing mind games with you?
Why would anyone want a dirty whore like you?
And, there it was. Mother was back again.
“Nothing,” you looked away. “I just need to get all this blood off me.”
“We’re done here,” Jason informed you, “You can go back any time.”
“Well,” you started hesitantly, “I don’t think I can go back like this. All this blood- it’s too hard to cover up. My clothes, my shoes, everything is just covered in blood. Why is there so much fucking blood-”
“Hey, hey,” he stopped you, “Calm down. It’s fine. You can come back with me.”
“W-what?” you looked up at him. He seemed so genuine. Was it a trap?
He must have noticed as well, because his face immediately turned into a scowl, “I trust that you won’t tell Batman. After tonight, you’d be fucked along with me if it ever got to him. Take it or leave it, I’m not offering again.”
He let go of you and climbed on his bike, turning on the engine.
He looked back at you, who was still stunned on the spot.
“You coming or what?”
Oh, you were so fucked.
***
Your jaw dropped when you saw the interior of his safe house.
From the outside, it looked just like an abandoned shipment container amongst many other abandoned shipment containers in an abandoned shipping dock. You had expected it to be just a mattress, some pillows, with his weapons dumped messily on the floor.
No, his safe house looked like an actual safe house.
His bed was an actual Queen sized bed with matching bed sheets and pillowcases. His weapons were arranged in a glass cabinet display neatly against the freshly painted cream colored walls- the walls weren’t even the tin walls of the shipment container. He must have added another layer of plywood, with some sort of insulator in between which kept the room warm.
You noticed a beautiful katana resting on its stand. He had a wooden dining table with a fucking oriental tea set on it.
“The shower’s through there,” he pointed at the far corner of the room, which was separated by a wall. “Take off your clothes and just dump it in front of the washing machine.”
A fucking washing machine.
You nodded silently and followed his directions, turning into the corner. His bathroom was simple, yet still elegantly placed with tile flooring.
He had the time to put fucking tiles in his fucking toilet.
The white porcelain of his toilet and sink shined brightly in the warm lights of the bathroom. Next to the toilet was the shower, the segment separated by a curtain. The only thing that was out of placed in his entire makeshift home was the mirror over the sink.
It was cracked. You only saw glimpses of yourself in the pieces that were big enough to catch your reflection- a pair of tired eyes and skin that was covered in dried blood that had long ago oxidized and turned dark brown.
You stripped off your clothes, struggling to peel them off your skin, and then dumped them on the floor in front of the washing machine and stepped into the shower.
You turned it on.
The bastard even had hot running water.
You moaned at the relief and looked down on the floor, watching as the water turned brown, washing away the blood and sweat and filth on your skin. You reached for his shampoo and couldn’t help but giggle at his choice.
It was pomegranate scented with red packaging and labelled Long Term Relationship.
Well, it smelled divine. He had great taste in scents.
Look at you. So desperate to smell like him. Pathetic.
“Him and hundreds of other women, probably,” you muttered.
Once you were done, you stepped on the floor mat and saw a neatly folded towel and clothes on top of the toilet seat. You dried yourself off and put on his t-shirt.
It was too big on you, the sleeves went down to your elbows and the hem went down to your mid-thighs. You saw that he also set aside a pair of shorts, but there was no way you were going to be able to wear that without them sliding down.
You breathed in.
The combination of the shampoo, and the smell of his t-shirt made you smile. It was familiar, but you never really noticed it besides the fabric softener.
Yet, it was unmistakably him. Now all you needed to do was rub gun-powder all over yourself and voila.
You stepped outside to see he had shrugged off his jacket, and was sitting at the dining table, wiping his helmet down with hand sanitizer.
“Shower’s free,” you approached him, passing him your wet towel and his shorts, “Thanks for the shirt, but the shorts are too big.”
His jaw clenched when he looked up at you. You saw the way his eyes darted from your own and down to your body.
He snatched the items from your hand and got up. “Don’t touch anything.”
You heard the shower turn on.
And then you were alone, standing awkwardly in the middle of his safe house.
Everything seemed so normal.
There weren’t many personal things lying around aside from clothes and a few books that he had arranged on a bookshelf, but it didn’t scream ‘Go away’ or ‘Psychopath’. It was simple, homey, warm.
Until you noticed a pinboard that hung in front of his bed.
The nearer you got, you saw familiar faces. Mainly yours.
A blurred photo of you as Robin with Batman. A few articles regarding Batman handing Joker over to the authorities, a couple about Bruce Wayne adopting you following your parents’ deaths, and photocopied police statements about the investigation of your parents.
You frowned.
You knew he had done extensive research on you, you knew that he had shimmied his way into your life and manipulated you for his gain, you knew all that. But seeing everything out in the open made your heart ache.
A whole portion of the board had many of your pictures on it, as well. Stalker photos, as you liked to call it. Zoomed in from far away, candid shots of you in your uniform, swimming, smiling and waving at your classmates, walking in the mall, studying in the library.
“Like my photography skills?”
You jumped at his voice. He was so silent whenever he approached you. You should have noticed that much earlier on.
“You’re a fucking psychopath,” you shook your head, still looking at the photos, “But I have to say, I didn’t know I looked this good in my uniform.”
“Oh, baby girl, if only you knew,” he chuckled.
“Please, I-”
You finally turned and choked on whatever words you were going to say.
Jason was standing at the foot of his bed behind you with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and dripping droplets of water down onto his bare chest, his arms crossed and accentuating even more the size of his biceps. He looked so clean.
So normal.
Well, his hotness was hardly normal, but he didn’t seem like some trigger happy crime lord.
He raised a knowing eyebrow at your expression. You didn’t realise your mouth was open.
“I should burn this fucking place down for what you did to my library,” you shot at him.
“It’s been months, get over it,” he rolled his eyes, and sat on the bed, back resting against propped pillows.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“Why would I? I’m in my own bed.”
You gulped.
“Bruce- Dick- Everyone-” you stammered, “They’ve probably figured out that I’m not in my room. It’s three thirty in the morning and the music is still playing loudly in my room, I mean, someone has probably knocked and didn’t get an answer so-”
“Your clothes will only be ready in two hours,” Jason interrupted you, “Or would you rather go back home in just my shirt with no bra and panties?”
“I can actually think of an excuse if I did,” you chuckled nervously, “Dick thinks I’ve been sleeping with a guy named Carter.”
“Who’s Carter?” Jason demanded, his expression changing into one that was furious.
“No one,” you quickly explained, “He saw your stupid texts, so I told him your name was Carter and that we were going out.”
He relaxed at your explanation.
Wait a minute.
Was he jealous?
You smiled to yourself, entertaining the possibility.
“And I do actually have a change of clothes in my backpack,” you said, “Which is in your bike.”
“You’re not leaving me with the laundry, princess,” he scoffed, “Stay. Once your clothes are done I’ll even fold them for you.”
“How hospitable,” you snickered.
You stood there awkwardly again, not knowing where you’d be welcomed.
“The bed won’t slit your throat, you know,” he teased, “You can lie down and sleep until you need to go.”
You pursed your lips and played with the edges of the shirt. You knew what was going to happen in that bed.
You went to the opposite side of bed and sat down nervously. You put your feet up and stretched it, just like Jason’s .
The bed was comfy, the pillows fluffy and warm. You could finally feel yourself relaxing into it-
Jason grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, your back flushed against his front. And finally, finally you could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against your ass.
“I’ve been hard ever since you came out of the shower,” he breathed into your ear, grinding against you.
You wanted to moan at the feeling of his heavy length on you, you wanted to grind back onto him and turn him on even more, but mother started screaming.
ARE YOU A LADY OR A WHORE?
“Shut up,” you muttered.
“What?” Jason asked.
“Nothing,” you turned to him. “Kiss me.”
He granted your request and gave you a searing kiss.
Rolling in bed with a dirty criminal.
“Shut up!” you screamed.
“What the fuck?” Jason yelled, “I didn’t say anything!” “No,” you shook your head, “Sorry. Not you. I wasn’t talking to you.”
He looked at you suspiciously.
“I- I hear my mother sometimes,” you admitted.
You waited for him to call you crazy, but he never did. Instead, he looked at you seriously.
“Tell me more.”
“Not physically,” you started, “But I imagine what she would have said to me if she were watching me- which is why I never kissed a boy before this. Or masturbated. She stops me from doing anything filthy.”
“Filthy?”
“By her standards,” you elaborated, “Filthy or vulgar or inappropriate, she controls my actions.”
“How long,” he asked.
“Ever since they died,” you sighed.
“But you were fine all those other times,” he inquired, “Why now?”
“It gradually became less and less frequent,” you explained, “Like, when we did those things through video call, I felt comfortable and it just- it felt right. And it stopped completely during my first time with you.”
“So you saying it doesn’t feel right, right now?” he clenched his jaw.
“It’s not you!” you added quickly, “It’s me. No matter how much I want to, I just can’t help it. She’s there.”
“Look, I get it,” he sighed, leaning onto the propped pillows, “Fuck, I get it.”
“You do?” you looked at him with hopeful eyes.
“What? You think getting beaten to a pulp with a crowbar, getting exploded, and having to crawl out of your own grave wouldn’t fuck you up?” he growled, “You’re not special. Get over it.”
Even though he said it in a way that was harsh and definitely not conventional, he basically told you what you needed to hear- that you weren’t the only one that was fucked up, and if there was any comfort at all, it’d be the fact that you were fucked up together.
You smiled when you saw him, his arms crossed, eyebrows stitched together in a frown, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.
“Well, I really wanted to,” you paused, “You know.” Jason looked over to you then. “You said she screams in your ear, right?”
“Yeah?”
He smirked, then came closer to you again, caressing your cheek and tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear, where he leaned in to whisper.
“Then that just means we need to be louder.”
He gripped your thigh and forced your legs open, cupping your sex with his hands.
He’s defiling you.
“I hated you,” he slipped a finger between your folds and gently ran it up and down, gathering your slick, “But now I just can’t seem to keep on hating you anymore.”
Your heart fluttered at his confession.
He teased your clit, giving only light brushes on it, barely even touching you.
But everyone else will hate you.
“Talk to me, baby,” he instructed, “Tell me you don’t hate me anymore.”
“I-” you panted, “I don’t hate you anymore.”
A filthy man for a filthy girl.
“Mmm, good girl,” he purred, now adding pressure to your clit, making you squirm.
The praise did wonders to you. You felt your cheeks heating up, your heartbeat going faster and faster.
I raised you to act like a lady, not like a bitch in heat.
His other hand slipped underneath the shirt, trailing up from your waist to cup your breast and gave it a squeeze.
You moaned out loud when he started pinching them.
Vulgar sounds will only get you dirty men.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that,” he rasped against your skin, hot breath sending goosebumps all over. “I want you to moan for me, beg for me, scream for me.”
“Jason,” you sighed.
He started properly rubbing on your clit now, sending tingles right to your toes. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. It makes your pussy look so fucking pretty,” he praised.
At least prostitutes get money when they sleep with other men, and you’re doing this for free.
It was so confusing. On one hand, you had your mother’s voice ringing in your head. On the other, Jason’s dirty, sexy mouth made you think you could actually die from sheer horniness.
He finally slipped a finger inside of you, eliciting a long moan.
You’re going to be loose before you hit-
“Mmm, you like that, baby?” he husked, “You always like it when I put my finger in, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you gasped.
No one will want you after-
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
Ruined goods-
“Please,” you whined as you spread your legs further apart.
YOU BELONG IN THE-
“Please what, sweetheart?” he teased.
You could only mewl.
LISTEN HERE-
“Please stop?” he added a second finger, and started pumping in and out excruciatingly slow.
STOP IT-
“Please make me come?” he increased his pace.
HORRIBLE-
“Or just… please? .”
He suddenly switched into a brutally fast pace, causing you to scream.
“Jason! Fuck, Jason please just put your cock inside of me and make me come, fuck!” you begged.
He stopped finger fucking you and chuckled out loud. He was hovering over you, his towel long gone, aligning the tip of his dick at the entrance of your cunt.
“That’s my girl,” he grinned, and then pushed inside in a swift motion.
“Fuck!” you cried.
“So fucking wet for me,” he panted, pounding into you. “So tight.”
“Jason,” you could only say.
He dipped down to push his tongue into your mouth, fucking your mouth the same rhythm he was fucking your pussy. You were in a state of desperation and euphoria, hazy to reality.
The only thing you were hearing at that moment was the wet sound of flesh on flesh and Jason’s loud grunts into your mouth.
The combination of his cock repeatedly pressing onto the spot within you and his tongue in your mouth made your pussy tighten in no time, closer and closer to orgasm.
“You wanna come, baby girl?” he whispered against your lips.
You nodded hysterically.
“Come for me then, come all over my cock,” he commanded, fucking you faster.
The tight coil in your core exploded, and you felt yourself pulsating all over his length which was still moving.
Jason didn’t give you time to rest.
“Get up on your knees and face the wall,” he growled.
You immediately obeyed, afraid that he would start biting you again if you didn’t. Jason pushed aside his pillows and you placed your hands on the headboard.
He took off the oversized shirt and his hands started roaming your body from behind, squeezing your breasts, running them up and down your thighs, all the while he was kissing your back.
He pushed his cock inside you again without warning, and in the post-orgasm sensitivity, you accidentally gave out and collapsed backwards against him.
“Woah there, baby,” he laughed, gripping you tightly by the waist to stabilize you. “I want to make you come again.”
“Please,” you rasped.
“Yeah?” he started moving slowly behind you, “You want to come again, baby?”
You nodded weakly.
“Tell me, baby girl,” he nipped your earlobe, “Tell me.”
“I want you to make me come again.”
“What a fucking good girl,” he licked your ear.
You could only whimper in response.
He hammered his hips into you hard and fast, all the while gripping your tits with one hand and your waist with other, fucking himself up into you.
And because you were so sensitive from the first orgasm, the fact that he was fucking you again soon after meant that you were already fast approaching your second one.
“Hold out for me just a bit more, sweetheart,” he breathed in your neck, “Please?”
That ‘please’ sort of made your heart melt.
“Anything, Jason,” you replied, trying your best to maintain a level head while he fucked you.
“Ah. fuck, baby,” he stuttered, his hips stuttered, his pace stuttered. “Okay, come with me. Come with me, fuck, fuck.”
The heat you felt before started spreading again, and this time you allowed it and let go. You reached behind you to hold Jason’s head, running your hands in his hair and gripped on it tightly for leverage as you came loud and long.
He withdrew from you so fast that it almost hurt, but then you felt warm splashes on your lower back, dripping down to the globes of your ass and to your thighs.
Your whole body gave out, and you fell down on your front, crashing into the soft bed.
You heard Jason chuckle, and then felt him get up. He returned with his towel and wiped your back, and then joined you on the bed next to you.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Better than okay,” you smiled.
“Mother quiet?” he frowned.
“Surprisingly so,” you yawned.
“Good,” he nodded.
The two of you just stared at each other, and soon enough you got lost in his face. His tired eyes, his crooked nose, his scarred skin. He gave you an odd expression. It wasn’t anger, or hate- hell he was hardly frowning.
He just looked… content.
You guess killing someone would take the energy out of you.
***
When Jason stirred awake, the first thing he felt was the warm body next to him.
For the first time in his entire life, he didn’t wake up alone.
He blinked his eyes open, and nearly laughed out loud when he saw your face next to him. You weren’t a graceful sleeper. Your hair was messy, your mouth hanging open with a little drool on dribbling at the corner.
Yet, he couldn’t help thinking about how absolutely gorgeous you looked.
He felt his chest tighten.
He shifted to the side to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was already 6am. Your clothes were long dry already in the dryer.
“Mmm,” he heard your voice, probably waking up because of his movements.
He turned back to you and saw that you were indeed already awake, facing tummy down with his blanket covering you up to your waist so he had a view of your beautiful, smooth back.
“What time is it,” you asked, voice still heavy with sleep.
“Six,” he answered, “Your clothes are probably dry.”
“Fuck,” you swore. He loved it when you swore. “I’m going to get into so much trouble.”
“You’re a teenager with a so-called boyfriend,” he snorted, “Make something up.”
“That’s the plan,” you grinned.
You pulled the covers up to your chest and laid on your back.
“I should go,” you sighed sadly, and then sat up.
“Wait,” he grabbed your arm.
Fuck, what was he doing?
“Don’t go,” he whispered, “Stay.”
“I guess I’m already fucked anyways, right?” you smirked.
“No, I meant-” Jason paused, his words catching in his throat. “Stay with me forever. Leave them.”
He saw the many phases of your thoughts written clearly on your face. You blinked with realisation, stopped yourself from smiling, but finally settled with a deep troubled frown.
Fuck.
“I can’t,” you croaked, “I’m sorry, Jason. I can’t do that.”
He felt like taking the keris and ripping out his heart.
“Fine,” he clipped, “Whatever. You want me to send you back, or what?”
“No, it’s fine, I’ll find my way back,” you got up and walked to the dryer to change into your gear. Jason reached for the shorts that you didn’t wear.
He walked you to the door silently, awkwardly. He had given you your backpack from the compartment in his motorbike.
“Jason,” you suddenly turned to him, the frown still evidently clear, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“What?” he grit, his heart dropping to his stomach.
“This thing with you,” you explained, “I can’t see you again. The next time I see you, I’ll be on Batman’s side.”
He felt like someone was throttling him, squeezing every ounce of sanity he had left out. He felt his nails digging into his palms, fists closed, still refraining from doing something he knew he would regret.
“I’m sorry, Jason,” you said, “I won’t tell them about you. If they find you, it will be completely because of them, not me. Okay?”
He didn’t want to look at you. He didn’t want you to see through him.
“Just go,” he managed to choke.
You pursed your lips and then nodded, turning away from him.
He slammed the door shut, and then rushed to his room.
“FUCK!” he roared, grabbing the bed and flipping it over.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”
He went to the dining table and swiped the tea set off, hearing it crash into tiny pieces on his floor before proceeding to flip over the table as well.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he cried, aware that his cheeks were wet with his tears.
He couldn’t breathe.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He crumpled to the floor and picked up a broken piece of china, closing his fists around it and feeling the stinging pain as it cut into his flesh.
He was losing his mind.
He didn’t know what was up, or down, or what was real or wasn’t.
He wanted it to be all just a long, shitty fucking dream.
He wanted to just wake up back in his room in the Manor, fifteen years old, with the sound of Alfred knocking on his door, asking if he was alright.
It was a different kind of pain that he felt as compared to the one Joker had inflicted on him. It was the same hurt, the same stabbing feeling in his chest when he found out that Bruce had replaced him with you.
The same feeling when he found his mother on the floor with foam in her mouth.
In the midst of pulling his hair, and contemplating on whether he should really use the keris to carve his heart out or slit his own throat, he eventually calmed down after an hour of broken sobs and choking on air.
He sat there on his floor, the blood on his hands now sticky and brown, listening to the deafening silence of his room.
He was alone again.
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