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d'ya think Todd would just have portraits and framed photos of all the dogs he's got in his sanctuary? His hallways and walls just lined up to the brim with dog pics and not hesitating to show them off to guests whenever they come over lol
#the cryptid talks#suddenly thinking about what the inside of todd's house would look like#and just todd in general#i should probably watch his episodes again#i feel like i need to make work with that whole area and the support dog service idea i have#i want to draw pico in some actual scenes#but backgrounds thoooooooo#not a fan of making those too much Dx#prolly why i need the practice in the first place#rottmnt
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Swing first, ask later. Chapter 1.
(In my defence itâs Gotham and you were breaking in)
chapter 2
Arkham Knight Jason Todd x vet!Reader
Words: 2.5k
Tags: Injury detail, fighting and brief reference to animal cruelty plus general fuckery.
Synopsis: when you found someone breaking into your little veterinary clinic, you didnât expect to find the Arkham Knight and certainly didnât expect to find out that he reminds you of a wounded puppy. Youâre a fixer, I guessâŚ
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Iâve always been a fixer. Itâs always been apart of myself, ever since I was a kid. My mother at a young age learned what streets in Gotham to avoid with me because God forbid Iâd see a small stray animal and try to sneak it home in my pocket. The animal shelters knew me so well at age 12, commonly bringing them in whatever injured or sick animal I would and wrangled into my arms. Most of your pocket money was used on animals and people in need.
Thatâs why I became a veterinarian, it felt good being able to help some of the weakest creatures in Gotham, a place that didnât show many mercy. I liked being able to show that mercy and care. The night I met him, you stayed late in the clinic which was a normal thing. Your apartment was above the clinic, so it made it easy to come down the stairs to check on my patients during the night. Thatâs what brought my down into the clinic.
I werenât sure how late it was, yawning as your body protested even being awake. I walked down the steps leading to the back alley, where the back door to the clinic was found. Rubbing the heel of my hand into my tried eyes as the keys jangled in my hand as my fingers worked through the bundle of keys to find the exact one I were looking for.
I mumbled in irritation while pushing the door open, I didnât notice the blood drops on the floor of the alley as I stepped over it and into the clinic. I reached my hand over to the light switch but paused when I felt the breeze and whistle of the wind. Scanning around the dark clinic, I spotted it; A window was smashed, the curtains blowing softly in the soft breeze. I paused listening to slight movements coming from one of the back rooms. Oh, fuck that.
Another fun fact about myself, I donât often think my actions through. The sounds were coming from the back room where the animals needing long term care were housed, in that moment I was to worried about whoever was in there harming the animals I didnât think about calling the cops when I crept through the dark office, grabbing a baseball bat that was leaning against the desk.
I took slow and soft steps while walking through the office, noticing the back door slightly left open ajar. Some small light streaming in through the door, I couldnât see much of the figure moving around but that small amount of light made I finally notice the blood smears over the ground. I looked down to the ground and scowled at the sight of blood. What?
I stood by the door, peaking my eyes inside and saw the stack of cages. Most of the patients sleeping aside from one of the cats who was clearly watching whoever was in the room who I heard an annoyed curse come from. The voice sounded weird like it came from a filter. I took a deep breath, adrenaline pumping through my blood as I nudged the door open with the bat then with a quick motion kicking the door open and just- swinging the bat at the figure in the room before even taking a solid look at him.
I missed. I never pretended to be athlete; the bat slammed into the metal of the shelf denting it. I gasped while the figured lashed to the side to avoid the blow, the metal bat made a metallic ringing sound in my ears. Turning your head to the figure, I didnât register who he was; I could see the frantic shuffling back away from the shelf. The frantic gesture caused me to suddenly think about a scared stray dog. That train of thought kept my mind occupied that I gave the man enough time to pull the gun off his belt.
The next few moments were filled with many feelings and realisations. The first was that the man bleeding all over my floor was the Arkham Knight. Next the next was the gun he was now pointing at me. Honestly? Fair enough. There were a few long moments that stretched out, filling with the sound of your unsteady breathing and his own breathing distorted by the helmet. It was tense. He just stared at me; his grip of the gun trembled. I wasnât sure what was about to happen, expecting to be killed but then- his hand and gun dropped down to the ground with a thud.
âHuh.â I said, my voice sounded a little weird just standing in the dim office. The Arkham Knight was still now, his breathing coming through the helmet with a distorted sound. I stepped closer, still holding the bat up as you creeped closer. Standing above him, I tilted your head to the side before tapping the bat into his foot. No reaction.
I tilted your head to the other side while looking him over, a wound was seeping out blood from his thigh. Ah, that makes sense why he had broken into the clinic. Ok- nice I didnât get shot. I turned on your heel to walk out of the office to call the police until the memory of the Arkham Knight crawling back away from you flashed in your mind and it stopped you in your tracks. My common sense screamed to call the cops. That would be the smart thing to do but I was never one for common sense. I turned over my shoulder to look at the man on the ground. âFuck.â
I wasnât a doctor; I were a veterinarian but hey, I did my best. All I did was cut away from of the fabric from the wound to tend to it, leaving the clunky helmet in place. After I were done stitching his leg up, I left him on the cold table while you sat in a chair nearby just- staring at him.
He would sleep for a freakishly long time, so much so that the sun was creeping over the horizon when he finally did wake up. I didnât notice it at first, I can my back to him while you were cleaning up the mess he caused, picking up boxes of medicine and supplies to place them back in their rightful spot. Standing in place, I didnât realise he had woken up until there was suddenly an arm hooked around my throat with the Arkham knight leaning over me. His weight pushing me into the self as I felt the muzzle of the gun pressing into my ribs.
âWhoa- Whoa.â I started, trying to soften my voice. I didnât really notice I was using the same voice I used with the more- feral animals that come into the clinic. The gun pressed a little harder into my ribs, but I wasnât as scared as I shouldâve been.
âWhat did you do?â He asked, voice sounding rough and distorted by the helmet. I let out a little sigh while slowly raising my hands to show they were empty.
âI stitched up your leg.â I said calmly, âI didnât touch the helmet.â
There was a moment of silence, I could tell he was complicating what to do next. I was quiet, looking ahead to avoid any quick moments startling him. The gun was still firmly pressed into my ribs but his grip around my neck seemed to loosen ever so slightly.
âWhy?â He asked, some confusion seeping into that rough voice. I really didnât an answer that didnât seem insulting. A few moments stretched on until he pressed the gun into my ribs a little more which sparked some mild pain into my ribs. That tiny bit of pain seemed to break my filter.
âYou made me think of a stray dog.â I blurted out and instantly regretted it. Welp, heâs going to kill me and honestly. Fair enough, that was a dumbass thing to say. I help my breath, preparing for the pain of the gunshot but it never came. The weight pressed into my back suddenly pulled away and the gun was so longer jabbed into my side. Looking over my shoulder, I watched the knight slowly backing away from me; The gun still raised up and pointing at me. The helmet made his expression impossible to read, I stared at him as he ever so slowly backed away. Limping on his hurt leg.
âI uh- Iâm not a doctor so you should get your leg checked by an actual doctor.â I mumbled while looking him up and down. His helmet flicked over to the door to the back room, and he started limping to the back door, the gun trained on me, but a strange sound came out of the helmet. A huff? Was it a huff? A laugh? The sound was distorted by the helmet so I couldnât really tell.
As with a very quick moment, he slipped out of the office and disappeared into the still dark clinic. Huh. Well, that went much better than I expected. I listened out for the sound of the knight climbing out the window he broke, leaving me standing so very confused in my clinic.
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âYou made me think of a stray dog.â
Those words repeated in his head over and over. It had been a very long time since someone had shocked him with just some words. Heâd been on edge ever since he climbed through the window of the clinic, the sterile smell and look of the place set his nerves on fire. Those memories of the asylum threatening to spill over, that panic only made worst when that bat swung into the shelf making the echoing metal trill. Oh boy. Now that did cause a wave of panic to rush over him. He moved back trying to create as much distance between him and whoever was swinging for him.
Only to be met face to face with you.
You. The memories of his childhood flashed through his mind in a few quick moments. Memories that often haunted him in his time in Arkham. No- they comforted him. No- Well, it was a bit of both honestly. Memories of a much softer times. Not tainted by the joker and batman. A place where Jason could hide away from the pain even if it was just for a moment.
He almost thought he had finally cracked and gone insane as he stared up at you down the barrel of the gun. Youâve really gone up nice, even with the shocked and slightly fearful expression. Jason felt that blinding panic fade from his body and the mere sight of you, along with all of his strength as he fell unconscious.
Jason wouldnât actually shoot you. Never. Not you but he needed answers. What you knew. A pit in his stomach formed that he wasnât used to when threatening most with violence, but he didnât really have time to unpack that when your words shocked his brain into- a reboot.
âYou made me think of a stray dog.â
Huh. Ok. That- huh.
You really havenât change. Jason found himself strangely comforted by that, but your self preservation skills worried him greatly. Jason had to remind himself to push all of those feelings down. Refocus. Remember whats important.
You seemed to be doing good. Thatâa good. Good.
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I had to put a tarp over the broken window, grumbling in irritation the whole while as I had to stand on a stool to reach the very top of the tall ass window. I grumbled while glancing over to the door as Mary unlocked the front door and stepped inside. âOh, helloâ She said while looking me up and down with a raised eyebrow.
âWhat happened?â She asked cue a very intense train of thought. Do I admit the truth and get scolded for what was an extremely stupid decision or lie? Iâm bad at lying.
âUh.â I said, just staring at Mary. âYouâll yell at me if Iâm honest.â She narrowed her tried eyes at me.
âDid you break it yourself?â She asked and I shook my head in response. Mary let out a deep tried sigh before taking a sip of the coffee cup she was holding in her hand. It was a very long sip. I shuffled a little before climbing down from stool.
âIâll ask again in an hour.â Mary walked past me into the back room. Honestly- not the worst.
âWhy is there blood on the floor in here!?â Maru screeched from the backroom. Ah fuck.
It didnât take to long to explain what happened. Mary was across the table from me pitching the bridge of her nose, face scrunched up. I tapped my shoes on the ground while just watched the older woman scowl.
âYouâre an idiot.â
âYeah.â
âSo. You not only didnât call the police of the masked man who broke in but stitched up his leg? because the big scary man reminded you of a stray dog?â
ââŚYeah. In my defence- he reminded of that grumpy stray pit bull? The one that came to us with his muzzle tapped up?â I tried to defend myself, but I could see Maryâs will to live slowly seeping out of her body.
âYouâre going to be the death of me one day.â Mary sighed while standing up, âJust- you donât have a shift today so just- go home.â
âReally- Mary I donât mind-â I started to speak before she pointed at me.
âGo home.â She deadpanned.
Like I was told, I made my way up to my apartment. Rubbing a hand over my face while I felt the exhaustion of the night before catching up to me, muscles aching while I came down from the adrenaline rush. Dropping down on the bed, not even bothering to change my clothes as I dropped down on to the bed. Shoving my face into the pillow.
Sleep pretty quickly caught up with me. I wasnât sure how long I slept for when I finally did wake up, glancing over to my window which had sunlight streaming in through the window. I blinked a few times in the- early afternoon light? Pulling myself up from the bed, rubbing my hands and letting out a tried groan.
After a few moments, I noticed something. My window was left slightly open, there was a small box on the desk by the window that was littered with old pictures and trinkets I collected over the years. I frowned while walking over to the desk before picking up the box. There was a little note on the box, âSorry for the window, thank for the leg.â
The box had a- large amount of cash inside. Did the- Arkham Knight leave money when I was sleeping? A few emotions rushed through me. It was kinda creepy knowing the Arkham Knight was so close and I wasnât aware that he was so close but- he took the time to leave money for the window? Huh. Thatâs kinda sweet?
I didnât know how to feel about this.
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Masked Adversary | D.L.
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Pt. III
fandom: Kick-Ass
pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader
WARNINGS: cussing, subtle mention of a wound, idk not much else i can think of đ¤Ł
summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.
WC: 3K
gif not mine LOL!!
A/N: sorry for the delay lovelies, this part is a liiiiittle lame but i promise to give you what you want in the next. Xx
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You realized the next day there were a limited number of guys with those beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Only three of them felt worth considering, for the others had voices that sounded too different or hobbies that contrasted with Kick-Assâ obvious interests.
On your way to second hour, you noticed one of them walking down the hall as you switched books from your locker. You looked at him, hoping he would notice. He made eye contact with you for a second and smiled, but since you didnât really know him, he kept on walking.
You thought maybe if that was him then he would have tried to avoid talking to you, for the obvious reason that he couldnât have you knowing his identity.
You hoped it was that guy rather than any of the others. He was pretty good looking and a few girls you knew had a crush on him. Of course he was oblivious though.
âHey Cleo.â You smiled as Cleo leaned against the locker next to yours.
âI think Iâm getting a Kick-Ass fever.â She spoke. Thinking of the events of the night before, you replied. âHow so?â
âI canât stop thinking about him⌠And what you told me about him yesterday.â
âRight, yeahâŚâ You chewed the tissue on the inside of your cheek, biting back a grin that dared to creep up on your face knowing you were the girl getting the action with Kick-Ass out of all his fans.
âAnything new happen with him? Did he send you anything on MySpace?â She winked, making you scoff in disgust.
âUm wellâŚâ
Cleo lit up in excitement, âWhat happened!?â
âHe got hurt. Like real bad, and I patched him up andâŚâ
âPlease tell me what I think youâre gonna say,â She smiled, biting her bottom lip as she gripped your bicep from elation.
âI kissed himâŚâ You smiled, she stared in utter shock but you knew she was happy for you.
âCleo, promise me you wonât say anything because I really donât want his fangirls to bombard me with questions only to TP my house.â You looked at her seriously.
âOf course.â She nodded sincerely.
âWas he a good kisser?â She whispered feverishly.
âWell, I could tell he didnât have that much experience at first, and he even admitted to it, but he got the hang of it really quick.â You giggled. âAnd⌠Heâs got really nice muscles.â You grinned, Cleoâs eyes widening, âWait soââ
âHe had to take his suit off for me to fix him up.â
The conversation continued as you told her in detail about what happened. You made your way to your next class, spotting Marty, Dave, and Todd walking through the crowd.
âHey guys,â Spoke Cleo, stopping on the side of the corridor and getting their attention quickly but there was nothing you could do.
âHi,â You greeted them as well. Dave looked gone. He had incredibly dark circles like he didnât get any sleep. He also had a bruise forming on his left eye, and a cut on his lip.
ââSup.â Todd replied. Marty saluting you as well.
Dave smiled at Cleo, soon turning to you and feeling his knees weaken. He knew he couldnât act differently, or else you would know. He knew you werenât stupid.
âHi.â His voice almost trembling as he swallowed, trying to avoid your gaze.
âHey asshole.â You said chuckling.
He rolled his eyes and suddenly, he forgot that he made out with you twelve hours ago.
âWhat happened to your eyeâŚ?â You pointed at your own, mirroring the area in which he had the bruise.
âI got jumped again.â He said simply, looking into your eyes in an attempt to make it believable.
He wanted to look away from you, so that you wouldnât catch on, but he just couldnât. He noticed how your hair was getting in your face and he just wanted to push it out of the way to look at your pretty face.
Maybe he was spacing out? Probably tired from how much homework he had or something. You assumed lack of sleep from all that was why he looked so drained.
âYou guys wanna get coffee at Atomic Comics later?â Cleo asked.
You shot her a look. She looked back, slightly nodding at Todd, whom she had a big crush on, but you knew he wouldnât pick up on it. And you knew Cleo was too much of a pussy to ask him out alone.
Dave looked at you both, âWe have to study for that project thing from sixth period,â pointing between you and himself.
âRight, yeah.â You sighed in annoyance.
He lowered his eyes, noticing your reaction. Okay so clearly you havenât found out itâs him yet. Maybe if you knew it was him then youâd like him more? That being the answer he preferred, or youâd get really fucking pissed and call him things he wasnât.
âWe gotta get to class, Cleo.â You reminded her, holding onto the strap of your backpack and slowly moving towards the middle of the hall to begin your walk to second period.
"Bye," Dave spoke up, mostly to you, but his voice cracked as he realized he let it slip out.
You turned to him along with the others, the four of you looking at him strangely. His face began heating up from embarrassment so he cleared his throat, biting his lip as he pushed past you to make his way to his next class.
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Most of your morning was uneventful as usual, walking past Dave in the halls but it seemed like he lost his breath each time he spotted you. For the first few minutes of lunch, you and Cleo sat with Marty and Todd again, but somehow Dave hadn't joined you yet.
"Yeah, but that's because it's Superman." You heard Cleo state as you were brought back to reality.
"Are there any super heroes who's love interest doesn't like them until they reveal themselves as a super-hero?" Cleo turned to you.
"Uh, yeah I'm pretty sure there are." you answered.
Just then you spotted Dave making his way to your table, an irritated expression on his face.
"What happened to you?" Said Todd.
âThe teacher made me go to the counselor's office." He motioned to his face with his index finger.
âRight. What'd she ask you about?" You spoke up as he sat down.
His eyes shot in your direction, almost like he forgot you were there. He swallowed as he answered your question. "She told me I should reach out to an adult if I'm getting mistreated at home orâŚbeingâŚbullied." He spoke like it was the most ridiculous story he'd ever told.
You giggled, "Well, what'd you tell her?"
"That I got jumped? Duh."
âDid you?â You questioned seriously.
He looked at you for a second, âYeah.â He said simply, hoping you wouldnât ask any further. Technically, he wasnât lying. He did get jumped. But not for the sake of being robbed. They were trying to kill him.
âIâm glad youâre okayâŚI guess.â You admitted, earning looks from everyone else at the table.
Dave had to bite back the widest grin. âUm... Thanks.â He meant it. He obviously couldnât tell you but you were pretty much the whole reason he was okay with how you stitched him up.
ââŚWhat?â You looked back at the other three. âIf he wasnât okay Iâd have to do the project all by myself.â You said, trying to crack a joke out of it even if you were serious about him being okay.
âAnywayâŚâ Cleo suddenly perked up, remembering what had happened with Kick-Ass.
âOh yeah, someone over here has been getting real close with Kick-Ass these past few days.â She nudged your arm, smirking.
âWait, really?â Marty spoke, âWhatâs he like, is he like avenging his parents,â he joked, earning a chuckle from Todd. Dave was oddly quiet.
âI dunno. He said he just wanted to see what it was like, I guess? And that he wanted to help people because no one else does.â
âCute.â Said Cleo.
âLaaaame.â Spoke Marty, Todd soon agreeing with him.
âDidnât you also kiss him?â Cleo spoke up.
You hit her arm, rolling your eyes as you were faced with having to admit.
âDude, he's a superhero. He kisses like a ton of girls.â
He didn't know why you had lied about that but was grateful.
âWas he a good kisser?â
You didnât understand for having to ask all this in front of the small group of boys. What you did know, was that the room got pretty hot with the position you were in.
Dave looked up at you expecting an answer as Todd and Marty watched you disinterested and kept on eating.
âYeah.â You said.
He felt his stomach twist at your words, locking eyes with you for long enough to feel a blood rush in his face.
âDave, what exactly did they do to your face? I mean all they had to do was put you on the ground right, not rip your face off.â You asked curiously, suddenly changing the topic.
He was at a loss for words for a minute, mouth vaguely ajar and still trying to recover from the fact you thought he was a good kisser.
âI got punched in the face like five times and I was also stââ He paused, forgetting he got stabbed and that you stitched it up. âstabbedâin the backâŚâ He tried making it sound convincing.
âRight, got it.â You paused. âDo you wanna get a cab home together? Now Iâm scared shitless to get one by myself, and you live like right next to me so⌠We can both avoid getting our asses robbed.â You chuckled.
âOkayâŚ?â He he squinted, glancing at Marty and Todd which looked at him like he was out of his mind.
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Youâd been sitting on the curb in front of the school, waiting for what had been about half an hour for Dave.
âHey, sorry. Mr. Duaine wanted to talk with me.â Daveâs familiar voice rang out as he approached you.
âItâs okay. I called a cab a few minutes ago, should be getting here in a bit.â You answered.
Dave sat down next to you, the sun hitting both your heads with a sickening heat. But the silence was peaceful somehow, it didnât get awkward.
âHey, Dave?â
He turned his head to look at you, his eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. But remembering what happened last night, he couldn't keep his gaze on you for too long.
âHm?â
Chewing on your lip, you held out your hand to him. âFriends?â
He took a moment to look at your hand, lifting his eyes back up at you. He hesitated, and you didnât blame him. âWhat?â He looked at you accusingly.
You looked back down at the concrete in front of you, trying to find whatever words you had in the back of your mind to try and explain yourself.
âIâŚâ
You faced him, âI think I donât hate you that much anymore.â
He let out a soft laugh, âYou think?â
You threw a small pebble you found onto the street before you two. ââŚSorry I cut you off like thatâŚâ
You sighed. âI miss being friends with you. You were my best friend and I shoved it up my ass because you liked a girl and hadnât even gotten to that point of my life yet...â You paused, âI mean, starting to crush on boysâŚâ you added. âI didnât understand why you liked her so much when I thought we were supposed to be focused on stupid shit like comics. You grew up before me and it made me feel horrible.â
Dave only stared at you with his lips parted, like he was going to say something, but nothing slipped out. Hearing all this from you made him want to make out with you again.
âObviously at this point I understand you, but⌠You didnât have to push me away, yâknow? After a while you kinda just ignored me or turned me down when I wanted to hang out.â
Daveâs heart grew heavier with your words. He never knew how much it affected you, he thought you didnât care about the friendship you had either and that you just dropped him for no reason. Gosh he was so fucking blind.
âIâm sorry.â He said simply, gazing at the ground in front of him.
âI miss being friends with you too.â Dave finally brought his eyes to yours, giving you a soft, but guilty smile.
âIâm sorry I treated you like that. I mean, youâre the only friend I had for that long. You were also the only girl I could talk to without embarrassing myself.â He paused, turning to you and seeing your eyebrows furrowed.
âWaitââ His eyes widened, âthatâthat sounds wrongâI mean, you⌠IâI donât like you like that, um⌠I was just wanting to say thatâsince I could talk to you, IâŚâ He still wasnât getting his point across and only embarrassed himself further.
âFuck, I⌠You know what I meant.â He chuckled awkwardly.
âYes, I get your point, Dave.â You chuckled.
âOkay, good.â he breathed, scoffing at himself but his face flushed red.
"Are you blushing?" You felt your heart skip before biting back a laugh, considering that everything he said was ridiculous. âTwo years without me and you already miss me so much you get a crush on me?â You finally giggled.
âShut up,â he rolled his eyes at your laughter, âGross.â
âYou asshole!â you smacked his arm.
He let himself laugh along with you, until suddenly his mind began flooding with thoughts of how you kissed him the night before. How soft and warm your lips were, how your hands felt touching his chest, playing with his hair. How he was resisting so hard not to tell you who he was and that he knew you, not to beg you to touch him in ways heâs never been touched before.
He did think of you that way although heâd never admit it out loud.
âWhatever.â You scoffed, completely oblivious to the fact that, in reality, this boy was head over heels for you.
âFine.â He held his hand out like you had just done for him, âFriends. I guess.â He playfully rolled his eyes and you took it with no hesitation, giving him a firm shake.
âSo uh,â he began as he let go of your hand, âYou and Kick-Ass.â He hid a smile.
You scoffed, âWhat, are you jealous?â you smirked.
âEw.â He scorned. âThe way you talked about him at lunch, thanks for giving me something to relentlessly make fun of you for. Imagine liking a guy you donât even know.â he teased. But you could have him all you wanted. You did have him, all to yourself, unbeknownst to you.
âShut up, Dave! Itâs not like Iâm in love with him. I donât think Iâd even date him...â You laughed
He took a nervous breath, like somehow you could read his mind, that he was practically lying to you and you knew.
In the current moment he wanted to kiss you like he did yesterday. So perilously. But not just kiss you, he wanted to love you. He kept watching you as your laugh died down and you smiled, looking elsewhere. A smile threatened to break upon his lips because of how pretty you looked and that beautifully contagious smile.
Dave was snapped from his thoughts as he heard a car approaching, looking in the direction of the cab as it pulled up in front of the two of you. The boy stood up first, quickly grabbing your hand to pull you up, and surprisingly, he opened the door for you. You decided to scoot all the way to the other side so that he wouldnât have to walk around.
âWhere to?â
ââââ
Not long passed before you were dropped off at the entrance to your neighborhood.
âThank you!â You called, Dave paying the driver what was due as she drove away.
âThanks for getting that.â You told Dave, grateful that he had payed for you.
âYeahâŚâ He replied, adjusting his backpack as he turned to walk next to you. You heard a quiet wince and noticed a little grimace on his face.
âHey, are you okay?â
âYes. Iâm good.â He replied quickly, squirming in his place.
"You sure?" You watched him with a look of concern.
"Yeah, just a bruise from yesterday."
You only nodded, beginning to walk down the sidewalk to get home.
"So..." Dave began speaking after a moment, although the silence was comfortable, he still wanted to talk to you.
"Were you able to get any part of the project done last night?" You asked.
"I stayed up super late writing my part. What about you?"
You didn't realize that 'late' meant he was up until 2 AM because of everything that had happened.
"I started kind of early but..." You paused, remembering how Kick-Ass had gotten hurt. "Some...stuff happened and I got distracted... I only got to write like two paragraphs."
He smiled, he got you so distracted that you couldn't even finish your homework. He felt proud to be so memorable as Kick-Ass.
"What happened?" He asked this out of 'curiosity.'
"Uh my friend called and we were talking all night..." You lied.
"Oh, alright." He bit back a smile.
"What about you? Why were you up so late?"
"I was just... I had some stuff to take care of with my dad aâand we got home kind of late, soâŚâ
âMm.â You nodded.
As you stepped foot on your porch, you turned to salute Dave until you saw him later.
âJust come over at like seven.â You suggested, smiling and sending a small wave soon after.
âOkay, see you.â He subtly sized you up, flashing his dimpled smile before walking back to his own home.
Since when was his smile so attractive?
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Red Knight - Prologue
DP x DC | Dead on Main
Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?
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âWhy are you following me?â Jason pressed his arm against the strangerâs throat, pinning him to the alley wall.
Under the sodium glow of the streetlight Jason got his first good look at the guy. Tall, dark hair, maybe his age or a little younger. Not the type he typically saw in the Narrows- he lacked that certain air of despair. The stranger had been following Jason since heâd left his safe house. Maybe the guy thought Jason would be an easy mugging target. Wasnât he in for a surprise.
The stranger lifted his face and smiled. His blue eyes glowed with a green ethereal light. âHow long have you been dead?â
He said it with the casual nonchalance of talking about the weather. Jason tensed, pressing harder on his arm. How the hell did this guy know?
The guy didnât flinch. He didnât seem bothered at all. That could only mean one thing.
Jason steadied his breath. âMetas arenât welcome in Gotham.â
âIâm not a meta. And neither are you. But that doesnât mean weâre totally human either.â
The stranger tilted his chin up, his smile broadened. Behind his lips he revealed a pair of fangs glinting, taunting.
From nowhere Memories of the pit stirred under Jasonâs heartâ rage and pain and fear. His pulse raced faster. His arm pressed harder.
As if responding to the pressure the guyâs face softened. âOh. Itâs worse than I thought.â He sounded genuinely concerned. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
âShut up!â Somehow the pity stung worse than the taunts.
Jason pulled his fist back to punch the look off the guyâs face, but he didnât get the chance to. The guy went translucent. He moved through Jasonâs arm like a ghost but then suddenly his hands were solid against his chest, pushing with surprising force, sending him stumbling backward to the slimy concrete.
He fell prone and then the stranger was on top of him. Adrenaline flashed through him- too late. His breath clogged in his throat as cold clutch of power hit him. The strangers face twisted in concentration as he put a hand to and then through Jasonâs chest.
The fury of the pit raged and roared, nearly as loud as it had when Jason had taken those first screaming breaths back alive. Jason fought, punching and clawing but the guy held form, unshakable. His ears rang and pain sang through his whole body and it felt like he was turning inside out and thenâ
Quiet.
Quiet, empty relief.
He breathed out. A cool weight sat heavy under his heart where previously there had been a nest of scorpions.
Jasonâs mouth fell open. The guy pulled his hand back with a sigh and stood up.
âThat should help I think.â
Jason looked down at his chest- unscathed. A thousand questions scrolled through his head. The one that made it out of his lips: âWhat the fuck?â
The guy shrugged as he stepped back. âGotta look out for you. Youâre one of mine.â
One of mine. Those words sent a shiver through Jason. This guy was obviously a dangerous meta. Jason had been embarrassingly helpless to stop him doing whatever it was he just did. Time for some answers.
Jason rolled up to a fighting crouch and pulled a handgun from his belt. He leveled its comforting weight at the not-meta meta. âI donât belong to anybody.â
The strangerâs smile came back, and so did his fangs. Jason bit his tongue.
The guy pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and scrawled for a moment, completely nonplussed by the gun pointed at him. âCall me if it gets bad again?â
Jason didnât move. He gripped the gun tighter. âWho are you?â
Still that smile. âIâm Danny.â
And then he vanished. Not a Batman fade-into-the-shadows type of vanish. One second he was there and the next- nothing but air. The paper heâd written on fluttered down to the ground in the place where heâd stood.
Jason lowered the gun. He got up to walk away, ready to chalk up the whole experience to some meta bullshit he didnât want to think about again.
But a new weight sat heavy in his chest. The quiet lingered in his head. Whatever that guy did, it made him feel more calm, more in control of himself than he had in a long time. Halfway through that thought the wind picked up and threatened to blow the paper away. Jasonâs stomach dropped as he scrambled to catch it. He closed his fist around it just as it reached the street.
He uncrumpled it between his fingers. A phone number, nothing else. On the other sideâ a receipt for bat burger. What the fuck.
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Unexpected - Jason Todd
Jason Todd X GN!Reader
Summary: Jason confesses his feelings for you.
Word Count: 1,014
Jason Todd was your best friend, who seemed to be destined to remain just that - a friend. Or at least, that's what you believed.
You were known for your quiet demeanour and your shyness. In reality, you just used that as a sort of shield. A shield that would stop others from really getting to know you.
You didn't necessarily hate yourself but you weren't very confident either. Every time you looked in a mirror, you could point out at least one thing wrong with your appearance. Although you tried to ignore it as best as you could, those insecurities always lingered in the background of your thoughts.
Jason, unknowingly to you, was captivated by your gentle nature. He noticed how you would blush when someone complimented you, or how whenever you walked past a mirror, you seemed to pause - even for just a second - revealing a hint of insecurity beneath your reserved exterior.
One evening, you and Jason are strolling through the city as he talks about everything that's bothering him. Usually, when things start to get too much for Jason, you guys go out for a walk, where the both of you can clear your heads. Thanks to your fairly quiet nature, you just listen and let him talk.
You listen attentively, occasionally glancing at him. As the city lights reflect in your eyes, Jason suddenly turns the conversation, "You know, Y/N, I've always admired how you handle things."
"Really?" You mumble, feeling a bit surprised by Jason's words. Your fingers nervously fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie as you glance down at the pavement, unsure how to respond.
"Yeah," Jason continues, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "You're always so patient and understanding, even when life gets tough. I wish I had even half your strength."
A soft blush tints your cheeks, and you mumble a quiet thank you, your eyes avoiding direct contact with his. The cityscape provides a comforting backdrop, casting a gentle glow on both of you.
Jason hesitates for a moment, then says with a hint of vulnerability, "You know, I've noticed something about you too." Your gaze flickers up, meeting his eyes with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "What do you mean?"
He responds, "I mean, you're too hard on yourself, Y/N. You're beautiful just the way you are. And your shyness, well, it's part of what makes you so special."
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "I-I appreciate that, Jason," you stammer, your shyness becoming more evident in your response. You always found it hard to accept praise, even from someone as close as Jason.
As you continue your stroll, the city's nocturnal hum surrounds you, a gentle melody to your conversation. Jason, ever observant, notices your lingering uncertainty. "Y/N," he said, his tone gentle, "I mean it. You don't have to be so hard on yourself. To me, you're perfect the way you are."
You don't respond because you don't know how. So instead, you just look up and give him a slight smile, a faint pink tinge spreading across your face. If only Jason knew how you felt about him. If only he felt the same.
Your walk eventually comes to an end and you stop outside your house, ready to head inside and call it a day. But you notice the way Jason lingers for a moment, a subtle intensity in his gaze. "Y/N," he begins softly, "there's something that I've been meaning to tell you."
You glance up at him, your heart beating a little faster, unsure of what to expect. His expression shifts, revealing a vulnerability that matches your own. "I really care about you and I think you're a great friend but I- Look, Y/N, I like you. As more than a friend."
Your eyes widen with surprise, a mix of emotions swirling within you. Jason's confession hangs in the air, and for a moment, the world seems to still. It's challenging to find the right words in the moment. The sound of the city's hustle and bustle becomes distant as you try to process his words. "Jason, I..." Your voice wavers, caught in a moment between surprise and uncertainty. You fumble for words, the weight of his feelings hanging in the air. You find yourself at a loss for an immediate response.
Obviously, you feel the same way. But this is all so sudden to you. You want to tell him how you feel, you want to tell him you feel the same way yet you can't. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Jason stands there, a look of slight disappointment in his eyes. The way you're reacting is making him feel like maybe you don't feel the same way after all.
"Never mind, Y/N, this was a mistake. Just... just pretend like I didn't say anything. Bye," He murmurs, turning away to leave. Panic grips you, and you manage to blurt out, "Wait, Jason!" as you grab his hand.
"Jason, I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. It's just that I've never... I mean, I've always..." Your words stumble as you struggle to express your feelings. Jason turns back, his eyes searching yours with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I do feel the same way," you finally admit, your shy demeanour becoming more apparent. "It's just, I didn't expect you to feel that way about me."
Jason's eyes soften with relief, a genuine smile returns to his face. Slowly, he starts to lean and your heart races as you meet him halfway, closing the distance between your lips. Jason's hand finds its way to the small of your back, drawing you closer, while your arms wrap around his neck.
After a couple of moments, you hesitantly pull away. Jason looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with affection. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," he admits, a light chuckle escaping him. Your cheeks flush, and you reply with a small smile, "Me too."
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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesnât even talk to them and like only Jason
This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. Thereâs a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!
This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. Itâs not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!
f/n = friend name
Y/G/N = your group name
N/S = news station
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5
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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was âjust a bad case of the fluâ which they believed.
Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.
So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasnât that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasnât good but it wasnât as bad as Gothamâs neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.
It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jasonâs car with his help. You didnât say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called âfamilyâ couldnât care less about what you did with your life. âThis is it, hopefully the last time Iâll ever be near this place.â You thought. You didnât plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.
The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.
You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.
Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. Heâd felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.
Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didnât exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didnât even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldnât even remember that Damian had a twin.
He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. Heâd read it so many times youâd often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldnât bring himself to stop thinking about what it wouldâve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruceâs real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you wouldâve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didnât you kill as Damian did?
Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didnât kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the âbetter twinâ by Talia, so why hadnât they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?
Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldnât really remember what it had looked like since heâs never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.
He couldnât help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruceâs office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?
Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew heâd find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.
He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didnât bother to look up from his book as he spoke.
âWhat do you want Demon Spawn?â
âIâve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.â
âYou mean my sister?â
âSheâs not your sister!â Damian exclaimed.
âWell I act more like a brother than you do.â
âWhere is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.â
âThatâs for me to know and you to find out.â
âJust tell me, you imbecile!â Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jasonâs blunt answers.
âSheâs not here.â
âThen where is she?â
âNot here.â
âJust tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!â
âShe moved out.â Jason said, giving in.
âWhat?! Where.â Damian demanded.
âWhy would I tell you?â
âBecause I demand to know!â
âOkay and?â
âTell me!â
âNo.â
âWhy not!â
âBecause you donât even care.â
âAnd you do?â
âYes, I actually do Damian! Iâm there for her when she needs me the most. Iâm there for her while sheâs watching you live the perfect life that sheâs just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! Iâm there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!â Jason snapped.
âY/Nâs fine, I know my twin!â Damian screamed.
âDo you even know what her favorite color is?â Jason questioned in a harsh tone.
â...â Was Damianâs reply.
âExactly! You donât! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You donât know anything about her so donât act like you do!â Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.
Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesnât he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadnât happened then.
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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you werenât constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.
Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldnât be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.
You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew youâd all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you werenât sure how to feel. You werenât looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didnât feel comfortable with it.
However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.
âHello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and Iâm here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?â
You waved to the camera and then answered, âHello everyone! Iâm doing good, how about you?â
âIâm doing great, thanks for asking! So by now Iâd assume everyone knows that youâve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?â
âIt doesnât feel any different. Fame wasnât our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.â
âMhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?â
âWell we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they arenât alone.â
âThatâs so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?â
âYes, it is true.â
âSo all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?â
âYes, actually. My family isnât the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didnât was Jason.â
âYouâre saying it in the past tense.â
âI moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how Iâd ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.â
âOh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?â
âYeah.â
âLooks like the Wayne family isnât as perfect as they seem.â
âNo family is actually perfect.â
âDid your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?â
âNot yet. Theyâre probably too busy or donât care.â
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
âItâs alright, I got over it. Whatâs the next question.â
âOh-â He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I donât wanna bore you all lol)
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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldnât take a break. The others wouldnât and it would be unfair to them if he did.
He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the manâs questions. He was baffled. He didnât know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didnât want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldnât stand publicity, so what were you doing?
He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.
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Six Times He Met Her
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst
A/N: First thing Iâve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know Iâm evil.
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The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.
Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.
He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.
At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robinâs watch.
Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.
âHi. Iâm Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, maâam?â
He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. âYou donât have to call me maâam. Iâm not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.â Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didnât know shit about girls.
Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.
She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.
âY/N. Y/N Y/L/N.â
âSorry, what?â Jason blinked.
âI thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.â
Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.
Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.
2-
The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didnât really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting Aâs in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boyâs after school clubs were over.
That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasnât the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.
You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.
âHi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like weâre locker neighbors.â
Jason was about to reply with âI knowâ but restrained himself. âJason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.â
He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.
âItâs not much of a shitshow when youâre here.â Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.
The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. âSee you around, Jason.â
The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.
3-
You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasnât long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.
Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.
Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.
Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldnât be weird if he kissed you, right?
Oh, god, if he fucking kissed youâŚ.what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-
Hey, I was wondering if youâd like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.
Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?
Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.
Sure, Iâd love that! Thanks for thinking of me â¤ď¸
A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?
Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.
4-
The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasnât a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual âwill you go out with me on a dateâ kind of thing.
He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldnât have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.
Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasnât sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?
Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? âMy parents arenât home.â It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.
That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.
5-
You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.
By two months, Jason still hadnât told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.
Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasnât himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.
6-
You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.
You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Didâ
A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.
What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.
You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked soâŚhelpless.
Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robinâs mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.
âNo.â was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!
You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.
Joker laughed, and said something you couldnât hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.
A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.
It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didnât care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasnât hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.
However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. âNo, no, no.â You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.
Jasonâs eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.
âPlease, donât be dead. Please, I-I love you.â
You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.
You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.
Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.
Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.
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â request(s):
"ayo? theyâre not sleeping with anyone else??? does that mean???? raw??? w edgy karl????????
"ooooo iâm lacking in edgy karl contentđŠ for the next one could you do one where maybe the reader is being a brat and karl puts them in their place? if that makes sense?"
"Ever since I read your edgy Karl x reader I been getting massive brainrot where reader is just questioning their relationship and Karl is just dismissive about it. It feels great to get that off my chest. đ"
â pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader
â warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, prostitution (sort of), drinking, Todd the frat boy, crude/suggestive language, degradation, asphyxiation, spitting, angst
â word count: ~5k
â links: đŞ ao3 ��� đŞ previous part đ đŞ submit an edgy!karl edit đ
â song recommendation: Come Here by Dominic Fike
a/n: y'all really drive this series oml. thank you to all your requests! should I do song recs on these or is that dumb? happy reading :)
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You adjusted your dress, attempting to not look as unkempt as you felt. Your hair had luckily survived the bus ride to Karlâs, yet your clothing was wrinkled from being smashed against various girls with the same destination in mind. You scoffed to yourself as you leaned against the side of the house, tugging your heel into a more comfortable position as one of the women in the group knocked on the large door.
It felt like there was always some random party blaring out of the windows, so you were surprised to be mixed into an excited group of girls waiting to be invited in by one of the Brothers. The only time when youâd been over to visit Karl and there wasnât some kind of celebration of a random event was directly before spring break.
A nameless member dressed in a tux answered the door and you bit back a laugh as he welcomed everyone into the foyer. As you scanned the crowd for Karl, you noticed the number of older people lounging about in formal attire. You furrowed your brows slightly, knowing that Todd was probably behind whatever cultist bullshit was about to happen.
You wracked your brain trying to remember if Karl had mentioned anything about the importance tonight, but knowing the two of you, heâd probably begun to tell you only for him to get distracted.
A familiar laugh drew your attention to one corner of the living room where a man who looked dangerously like Karl playfully shrugged out of the grasp of another frat member. His nails were bare and he lacked any piercings, his hair even tamed so it fell just right over his forehead. You couldnât deny the way your mind ran absolutely feral at the view of him, as if youâd stepped into some strange alternate universe where Karl was actually Carl.
As someone else struck up the conversation in his group, he turned to look over the crowd, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes brightened as he spotted you in the mix of the group. Whoever had let you into the house handed you and the rest of the people a brochure, something you then realized most of the room was holding.
You snorted slightly as you read, â46th ANNUAL MEMBER AUCTION,â printed boldly across the front page in elegant script. Your stomach twisted slightly at the discovery. You flipped open the pamphlet, seeing a list of numbers and the names of corresponding Brothers.
Karl was 23.
âI didnât even sign up, honestly,â a voice called in your ear as Karl leaned over your shoulder, peering at the page in your hands. His cologne was more expensive than he usually wore, made obvious by the way it complemented his natural scent with a fuller smell.
You turned slightly, nearly leaning into his warm breath above you as you moved to look at him. âCome on, let them pimp you out,â you joked, your finger underlining one of the details on the back. âItâs for the frat Karl,â you mocked, making him roll his eyes playfully. âYou look awfully pretty to not have signed up,â you chided, a small amount of jealousy tugging in your chest.
He ran his tongue across his teeth, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looked down at you. âDo you want me to?â
You shrugged. âYou know how loyal I am to this frat. I think itâs only right,â you continued to josh, eliciting a low chuckle from him. The smell of his whiskey hung beautifully on him. Youâd be damned not to acknowledge what a catch he was.
He pulled his hand from his pocket and settled it on the small of your back, the two of you mumbling to each other as you headed towards the kitchen so he could pour you a drink. As he explained the process of the auction, your nerves started to change drastically. Luckily, your exterior kept this from Karl because you werenât even sure yourself why you could be feeling so strongly about the event. â... Really, only the married guys get out of it without being heckled all night. Itâs⌠I donât know. Itâs pretty lame.â
âSo basically, itâs an event where the guys objectify themselves in the name of the frat." You jested, your eyes glued on his pinky ring, the only symbol of the Karl you knew. "Have you done this before?â
Karl shook his head. âI wasnât old enough, thank God.â He leaned against the counter beside you, his back to the circulating groups of people so he was only looking at you. As he slouched, he matched your height.
You reached forward, taking the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt between your finger pads. âIâm trying to decide if Iâm scared or aroused by this version of you,â you tittered, wanting so badly to feel his teeth against your skin. He smirked at you. âItâs like Wonderbread you. Like youâd have to sign a contract with me before you gave me a hug,â you teased further, making the smug look on his face twist into a laugh.
He leaned closer to you, his hand brushing to lay against the curve of your hip. âDonât worry, sweetheart. I can still rip you in half.â
You took a sip of the Brandy in your glass to hide the moan wanting to rip through your throat at the closeness of him. His lips brushed against your skin before pressing a kiss behind your ear subtly. You nudged him away from you reluctantly as Todd strolled into the kitchen, arms raised slightly as if heâd been searching the high heavens for Karl.
He moved to stand between the two of you, reaching for a decanter of a liquid you couldnât place. Karl crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. âKarl, I have been looking everywhere for you.â He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pin with Karlâs number on it and nudging it towards him on the counter. âYou know, itâs kind of fun that partners canât bid because-â he paused before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side. You let out a laugh, resting your hand against his chest as Karlâs eyes darkened at the two of you. â-Your lovebug can have me tonight then, huh?â He mocked, smirking.
âWell, technically, Iâm not his partnerâŚâ you added, pretending to touch Todd flirtatiously.
Toddâs arms pulled you closer. âYou know what I mean, Princess.â You snickered, pushing him off of you as he moved to lean against the sink behind you. âCome on, Karl. Iâm practically handing you the opportunity to hook up with MILFs, random TAs, and sorority girls,â he begged, making Karl pinch the bridge of his nose.
âThat does sound intriguing,â you chimed, making Karl giggle mildly.
Toddâs eyes lit up with a sarcasticness as if you were actually promoting the idea. âYou can go instead if you want to, babygirl,â he offered, tilting his head in an action to resemble a car salesman.
You looked to Karl with raised eyebrows and he shook his head in disbelief at the stupidity of whatever banter you and Todd were striking up. âThat would be fun! Please, illegally pimp me out instead. I want to be solicited-â
Toddâs hand reached out to clamp over your mouth. âOkay stop.â He straightened his tie and the pin on his lapel in the shape of a number 12. You quietly wondered who were in the top places and what they were doing to be in those spots. âKarl, youâre a legacy dick. Most of those women out there probably hooked up with your family members and are back for more of that sweet sweet Jacobs-â
Karl cut him off gruffly. â-Iâll do it if you donât finish that sentence and never bring that to my attention again.â Todd pretended to zip his lips before pointing to the pin and walking off. You took the pin in your hands, trying to ignore the shakiness of your fingers as you pinned it onto his jacket. âYou know his name is actually Mark, right? He pretended to be a Romney for his first two years here.â
You snorted. âDonât feed me that information right now.â You wet your lips, feeling his eyes on you as you brushed your hands down his lapels. âYou donât have to do this if you donât want to⌠I was just joking.â You chewed the inside of your cheek. âLike, we can leave if you want,â you offered softly.
Karl chuckled, moving his hands up to rest over yours. âSomeoneâll pay fifty bucks to take me to some dodgy hotel for ten minutes. Itâll be okay,â he assured. âMaybe I'll have fun, who knows.â He drew you closer once again. You swore you could get drunk off the intoxicating allure of his breath. âI donât have to if you donât want me to.â
You furrowed your brows, suddenly worried about having that conversation with him. âIf youâre okay with it, I am,â you answered quietly, sending him a small shrug.
He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, shrugging back at you.
Everyone began to gather around the grand piano in one corner of the living room. You could suddenly feel the heat of the massive fireplace against your bare legs as Karl rested an arm against the wall above you, leaning over you slightly. âHow much would you bid on me, if you could?â He whispered as Todd explained some rules to the bidders.
You looked up at him reaching up to play with his lot number. You hummed slightly in mock thought. âMaybe a packet of ramen, a Speedway rewards card, andâŚâ you trailed off before digging into your purse and grabbing a handful of quarters, âfive dollars in linty coins?â You joked, sending him an innocent smile.
He bit back a laugh. âI feel like youâre the only one that knows my true value,â he quipped sarcastically.
As the auction began to kick off, men were being bought for various currencies, from picnics in the park to gala dates and etcetera. The tension in your shoulders began to cool as there were fewer ambiguous payments. The women and men that paid sums of money were the ones that worried you the most. Karlâs hand slithered up your back until he reached the back of your neck, pressing his fingers into your skin almost possessively.
You focused on the crowd, trying to notice any peering eyes cutting into Karl, but no one seemed to have the slightest clue. Karlâs fingers worked at a knot in your neck, making you want to moan at his touch. You hated being this close to him and unable to mark him as your own. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the skin on your shoulder that wasnât covered by your dress. âRelax,â he whispered, heat raking through your body at the sound of his voice.
Finally, his number came up. Before the auctioneer could finish introducing him, a handful of sorority girls sparked up with heavy numbers in the air. Your eyes widened and you could feel Karl stiffen behind you at their urgency. As their bids began to grow and add zeros, your heart began to beat in your ears.
â$5000.â Your mouth grew dry as the number halted the noise in the room. Bewilderedly, you searched the room until your eyes landed on a woman in her early-50s. You couldnât help your mouth slightly fall open. âIâd like to bid $5000,â she repeated. You downed the rest of your Brandy, letting the alcohol sting your throat and warm your stomach. As Karlâs turn closed, your mind went blank. What did I expect to happen? You scorned.
After about an hour, the bidding was over. You plastered on a smile after everyone exited the room, standing before Karl and spending the time you had left letting your mind race with emotion. âWhatâs wrong?â Karl asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.
You swatted him off. âYou excited to spend time with your new mommy?â You chided, making him raise his eyebrows. Your voice came out a bit more condescending than youâd intended.
Something dark flitted across his expression. âDefinitely.â He pressed closer to your ear again. âI bet she cums on the slow stroke,â he leered, making you inch away from him. He giggled slightly at his own joke, before noticing your quietness. âWhat?â
âNothing,â you mumbled, unable to explain just how you were feeling about the situation. It was as if reality had seeped into your bones at what had happened.
Karl ran his fingers against his bottom lip as he looked at you, the skin flushing a deeper red. Youâd seen the color too many times to count, but it was usually due to stimulation from you. âDonât be like that. Whatâs going on?â You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms softly. This seemed to only further allure him. âIf youâre gonna act like a brat, Iâll start treating you like a brat,â he whispered, perking your attention. You let your eyes wander back to the ground. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. His calm expression added arousal to your swimming cauldron of feelings.
You pulled out of his grasp. You bit your tongue, grasping at your thoughts and searching for what you wanted to tell him. His grey irises swirled with some kind of worry and what you could only describe as fondness. Instead, you chickened out. âJust use protection, okay?â You faltered.
His features remained quiet as if in thought. In one swift movement, his hand brushed against your jaw, pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body relaxed into his touch, your eyes closing to relish in the feeling of silent loyalty to you. As his tongue brushed against your lips, it was as if he was stating just what you meant to him. If you werenât in the right mind, youâd moan a gracious pledge of your mutual devotion into his mouth.
He pulled away shortly, leaving you flushed and winded as he reached his thumb up to swipe away the smearing of your lipstick. âIâm in your fuckinâ pocket, remember?â He acquiesced almost emotionlessly, before dropping his hands and letting you stumble. You had to will your body not to grin at what heâd said as the woman who bid on him approached the two of you.
She shook hands with both of you talking about the thrill of the event and how sheâs gone for the last couple of years. âMaâam, heâs a virgin. Please be careful,â you noted as Karl helped her into her coat. Karlâs eyes shot daggers into you, biting back a laugh of his.
The woman giggled with her whole chest. âOh, darling. That wonât be an issue,â she gasped as she caught her breath. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile as you made eye contact with an ill-looking Karl.
You opted to head back to your apartment, eyeing the clock each time you get an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your roommate had gone out for the night, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts. As two hours passed, you were beginning to feel phantom notifications from your phone, your heart skipping with faltering hope.
As if your prayers had finally been answered, a brief knock at your door sent you jumping over the back of the couch and tugging on a hoodie before you threw open the door. Karl stood leaning against the frame and cracking his knuckles. He eyed you curiously as he noticed your urgency. His shirt was barely buttoned and untucked, hair ruffled and curling here and there. As you let him into your apartment, your mouth grew dry with anticipation. Karl slumped onto your couch, kicking his feet up on your coffee table and raising an eyebrow at you.
You wet your lips, sitting on the arm of a chair near his side of the couch. âHow was it?â You asked. âDid you learn anything?â
He scoffed, humor dancing behind his eyes. âYou will never guess where I was.â You furrowed your brows at him as if it wasnât obvious. To this he shook his head, sitting up to lean his elbows on his knees, reaching forward to pull you into the empty spot beside him. âSo, that woman owns an art studio downtown and she holds classes for whoever. The nail polish girl in my art class is like the right-hand man to that woman and she caught wind of the auction,â he paused to loosen a few more of his buttons. âThe woman has always gone to the auction, but the girl knew I was participating this year and recommended me.â
âOkay, so⌠You were in an art class all night?â You probed, making him grin smugly at you.
He ran his fingers through his hair. âNot exactly.â
You snorted, leaning into the cushions and turning towards him. âThey werenât drawing you nude were they?â You joked sarcastically, the mental image proving to be almost unthinkable. His eyes shifted to his lap as he chuckled and you punched his arm. âYouâre kidding!â
He shook his head, biting back a grin. âI had old dudes staring at my dick for two hours straight and trying to recreate it in charcoal.â You covered your mouth with your hand, waiting for him to reveal that he was joking. âThey liked my cheekbones,â he taunted.
You huffed in disbelief. âOh my fucking God.â Your mind was utterly blank. âSo, you didnât sleep with anyone?â
He smiled at you. âNope. Youâre still my only one.â Your cheeks flushed at this. âThat being said, you were so incredibly immature earlier,â he chided, making your eyebrow perk with discontent.
âExcuse me,â you nearly hissed.
His eyes navigated your body. âJealous little brat, honestly,â he scoffed. âMake it up to me.â You stared at him blankly, as if unable to comprehend his words. He moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch, letting his legs spread a bit further. You watched him intently as his jaw tensed, looking slightly intimidating as he eyed you. His calm expression started you, gears turning behind his eyes. âDid I stutter?â He nipped.
You climbed onto his lap, letting his hands slip beneath your hoodie as he gripped your hips, pulling you down to grind against his leg. Heat spread across your body at the friction, realizing now just how needy youâd been for most of the night. Funny how you didnât even think of taking care of yourself without Karl there.
He tugged your collar to the side, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath a stark contrast to the cool temperature of the room. You felt his teeth glide over the valleys of your collarbones as if threatening to mark you as the brat you were. His brat.
His fingers dug into your skin, his knee bouncing slightly as he pushed you to increase your speed. You moaned against his shoulder, reaching the hand that wasnât planted securely on his arm towards his belt. The clasp was almost second nature for you, considering the various places and positions youâd been in and wrestling with it.
As you slipped your hand into his pants, he groaned, bucking against your touch as if he'd been hungry for you all night. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck, roughly bringing your lips to his own. Instead of kissing you immediately, his lips brushed against yours, the smell of his breath dancing against your skin and forcing you to want him more as your hips moved to make up for the lack of his taste on your tongue.
Your hand gripped him through his boxers, earning a muffled grunt of pleasure from Karl. His eyes threatened to roll as you began to palm him, his breathing deep and needy. Curses hissed through his teeth, the sound further adding to how turned on you were. "Give me your mouth," he moaned, a demand you were more than happy to fulfill as you slipped onto your knees in front of him. Karl's hand gathered your hair as you tugged his boxers down. Your fingers traced the hem of his dress pants that ran against the inside of his thigh before attending to his arousal once again.
Then something clicked into your mind. "I've been thinking about what Todd said," you began, Karl's reaction dulling as you began to pump your hand around his dick. "About me sleeping with him," you continued, your voice dripping with a venomous innocence.
Karl twitched in your hand, his grip on your hair tightening. You moaned slightly as his eyes hardened. "Tread lightly, pet," he nearly growled. The gruffness of his voice sending goosebumps down your back. "You're on thin fucking ice already."
You looked up at him with doe eyes, crowding his lap. "I wonder if he's bigger than you," you commented.
You seemed to find the last straw rather quickly as Karl grabbed your arms, pulling you up and throwing you on the couch beneath him. "Fucking bitch," he snapped, ripping your underpants down your legs. "And here I was about to make this about you," he chuckled darkly, leaning on his knee to slip his jacket off his shoulders and discard his button-up shirt.
He grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him before he ground his hips against yours roughly, clashing his lips against yours. He tugged on your hair tightly, tongue pressing into your mouth.
His lips left yours, pulling your hoodie over your head and throwing it across the room before digging his teeth into your chest. You moaned at his efforts, basking in the roughness of his actions. Karl pushed himself into you without warning, and without hesitation, he began to snap his hips into yours. Your thighs tightened around his waist, attempting to adjust to his speed before he hooked one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, pushing it towards your chest.
His hand moved to wrap around your neck possessively, his eyes burning into yours with a mix of lust and glimmers of the sadistic side of him that loved to see you tremble beneath his touch as he restricted your breathing, only for you to gasp for air when he allowed. "Fucking brat," he barked, pounding into you faster. "Bring him up again and I'll make your life miserable," he groaned, spitting into your mouth to illustrate his point.
You let him take his anger out on you as you fought not to grin at the pure sparks of pleasure pulsing through your veins at the view of him completely dominating you. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt not to cum from the intense stimulation, your fingers digging into the softness of the couch beneath you as you searched for something to anchor yourself.
Karl leaned back slightly, dragging a hand through his hair as he slowed his hips, his eyes glued to yours, the new angle driving him deeper into you. The view of him above you like this oddly reminded you of when the two of you went to parties and spent the night grinding against each other in the massive crowds of your peers to an unidentifiable song.
Any idiot could tell Karl could fuck by the way he danced.
Karl pressed his hips firmly against yours, bucking into you relentlessly once again, pulling your hands above your head and holding your wrists in his fist. He kissed you harshly once again, swallowing your attempts to catch your breath and dragging his teeth across your lips again.
You felt unable to control your orgasm as it raced through you, your moans echoing into Karl's mouth as your body tensed. Karl used your orgasm to ride out the rest of his own pleasure, smirking slightly at your disheveled appearance.
As the air settled, the two of you straighten up the living room, making sure to find each article of clothing so your roommate wouldn't comment. Karl sat back down on the couch, reaching an arm out for you. You raised an eyebrow at him hesitantly, with a small smirk playing on your lips.
He huffed jokingly. "Come on, I can't fuck your brains out and not hug you at least for a bit," he joshed, gesturing for you to join him.
You let out a small laugh. The man with multiple piercings, tattoos, and a glare that can insight nightmares, was always the first to ask to cuddle. You tucked into the spot beneath his arm, letting his grasp tighten around you as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you.
His heartbeat thumped against your ear, making you want to slip into a deep sleep. "I think we should set Todd up with Nail Polish Girl," you joked, breaking into the comfortable silence between the two of you. You glanced up at Karl as you said this, hoping to gauge his reaction as you silently apologized for what you'd said earlier in the name of getting him riled up.
He chuckled shortly. "We should probably straighten ourselves out before we meddle in other people's relationships," he mocked. It'd come out as a light-hearted statement, but it tugged heavily at your nerves.
You pushed yourself to sit up and look at him, suddenly anxious. "What do you mean? We're fine, right?"
Karl smirked. "Well yeah, but sooner or later we're going to have to figure out what we're doing." He wet his lips. "I mean, how much longer are we supposed to just mindlessly hook up."
"We're not mindlessly hooking up. We're friends too," you reasoned, your voice uneven as you attempted to inject humor in your statements, hoping to mask your hesitation.
He rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, but don't you want more? Like who do you say I am when your friends ask?" He raised his eyebrows, shortly waiting for a response before continuing. "A booty call, right? Am I supposed to be a booty call forever?"
You were taken aback slightly. His tone wasn't provocative, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. "What are you saying?"
He shrugged. "What does it sound like I'm saying?" He sat up a bit more to angle towards you. "I don't mean now, but eventually I'd like this to mean a bit more."
You stood up from the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table as you reached for a pair of discarded sweatpants and slipped them on. "This is a lot to think about," you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with him. Your mind raced with the different outcomes of what he was talking about. Also, all of them involved the two of you going stale and him finding comfort in other people. "I mean⌠what we have now is good. Isn't it?"
Karl stood too, raising his hands slightly as if he were consoling a cornered animal. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I thought we were on the same page?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, looking for words. "I- uh. I'm sorry." His hands fisted at his sides awkwardly, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Sirens wailed from outside your windows, the street becoming the only noise in your apartment as he awaited your next move. "I'm actually⌠gonna head out. I'll uh⌠I'll text you later," he stated, grabbing his jacket, gauging your reaction.
Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh⌠I think I need some timeâŚ" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To thinkâŚ"
He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.
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Bruce wasnât sure what he was thinking.
Well, that was an absolute lie. He knew exactly what he was thinking. He just wasnât sure how he was going to explain to Alfred and Jason what heâd been thinking, because he certainly couldnât tell them the truth.
Heâd been considering getting Jason a dog, but hadnât anticipated doing it so soon. How did he tell the twelve-year-old heâd recently taken in that he saw a starving, skittish puppy out on the street and thought of him?
Jason was such a skittish child, and tended to take everything Bruce said or did the entirely wrong way. Sometimes, Bruce wondered if Jason were doing it on purpose.
But other times⌠other times he was starkly reminded of how truly awful Jasonâs life had been.
Like when Jason had dropped a glass, three days prior, and immediately cut himself on the shards, trying to clean it up in his bare feet, with only his hands.
âIâm sorry,â Jason had been blubbering, tears streaming down his face, when Bruce had to physically pick him up and set him on the kitchen counter, just to get him to stop.
Heâd gone so tense and rigid, Bruce just wanted a list of every person who had ever hurt Jason, who had ever caused him to think, even for a second, Bruce would beat him over a cheap four dollar glass.
Or over anything, ever.
But Bruce already knew the name of the person who had caused his reaction, and since Willis Todd was already dead, all Bruce could do was pull out the first aid kit and silently started picking the tiny pieces of glass out of his feet with the tweezers.
âHey there,â Batman said, his voice soft and completely void of his normal gavel. The small, grey puppy was backed up into the corner of the dead end alley, his tail between his legs as he shook violently.
Batman knelt down, a few feet away from him, as far back as he could be without giving the puppy an escape route. He knew that was adding to his distress, but Bruce didnât want to risk him getting away.
The poor thing was absolutely starved. Bruce could see his ribs, jutting out along his side, marred with scrapes and scratches and welts. The poor little thing had had it rough, and he couldnât have been more than twelve-weeks-old.
âItâs okay,â he soothed, making himself as small as he could, trying to get down at the dogs level, âIâm not going to hurt you.â
When the puppy whimpered, instead of relax, Bruce considered just picking him up, just like heâd done with Jason. Sometimes, the only option was to force the contact and prove it would cause no harm.
But the puppy wasnât actively hurting himself, so Bruce stayed still and quiet, as he reached into his belt for a piece of his snack jerky.
âHere,â he said, tearing off a small piece he was confident wouldnât choke the dog and holding it out, âCome here, I know youâre hungry.â
That was another method he used with Jason quite frequently. Being patient and waiting for him to come to Bruce. It didnât always work. Jason had yet to come to Bruce about his nightmares. Or to ask for help with his schoolwork, or training, whenever he got stuck and worked himself into frustrated tears. But Bruce could be patient as long as Jason needed.
One day, he knew, Jason would trust Bruce to never hurt him. But in the meantime, heâd keep offering, and waiting.
Just like he did with the puppy, holding out the jerky so he could smell it, and then placing it on the ground, half way between them.
Jerkily, the puppy skittered forward, trying to sniff the treat better, between his quick movements back into his corner. After doing that a few times, each time staying near the treat a little longer, he finally snapped it up and jumped back into his spot.
âSee, itâs good, isnât it?â Batman said, tearing off two more little pieces. He set one right where the first had been, and the other a few inches closer to himself, in hopes of slowly luring the dog to him.
It worked.
Slowly, but surely, the dog came closer and closer, each time lingering just a little longer near Batman, before finally Batman held out the final piece of jerky, and didnât set it down.
Warily, the puppy inched closer to him, sniffing at the air and eyeing Bruce, like he thought it was a trap, but wanted the food more than he wanted to not be hurt.
Bruce felt a little bad, because it was a trap, in a way. But not a bad one.
When the puppy put his nose right up near Batmanâs hand, he slowly brought his second hand up to place on the puppyâs head, and gently started scratching it as the puppy ate the last piece of jerky.
âThatâs a good boy,â Bruce said, continuing with his scratches, getting behind the ears in a way that made the dog tilt his head, âSee, Iâm not going to hurt you.â
Swiftly, before the dog could bolt, Bruce scooped his now empty hand right up under the puppy, and lifted him into the air.
The dog yelped, and struggled for a second, but stilled when Bruce pulled him close and kept scratching at his head. âThatâs a good boy,â he murmured again, as he stood to his feet, âNo reason to be afraid.â
He trembled the entire time, but Bruce kept with his rhythmic pets, careful to avoid any spot that looked tender, and tried his best to reassure the little guy that he was perfectly safe.
Perfectly safe and about to meet the little boy Bruce knew would love him unconditionally.
Jason loved dogs, Bruce had found out, two weeks prior when they were out for a walk in one of the parks in Gotham. They passed a woman playing fetch with a golden retriever, and Jasonâs face had absolutely lit up at the sight. Bruce wanted to encourage him to ask if he could pet the dog, but Jason had seemed perfectly content to watch.
âI had a yellow lab when I was a kid,â heâd said, a bright smile on his face and his hands in his pockets.
âYeah?â Bruce prompted.
Jason nodded enthusiastically and said, âYeah. Well, he was a mix, but his name was Sparky.â
âSparky,â Bruce had repeated, âThatâs a good name for a yellow dog.â
âYeah. But he bit Dad one day, so Dad ditched him in a park.â
The nonchalance with which Jason had said that was probably what broke Bruceâs heart the most. Jason just⌠said it. Without emotion. With a little shrug. To him, that was just how it was. Something that couldnât be changed, and therefore shouldnât be dwelled upon.
Bruce was glad Jason could be mature about things, but still. It killed him that his twelve-year-old had learned to be mature about it, long before the age of twelve.
He knew the puppy in his hands wouldnât replace Sparky, or anything close to it. But maybe it would give Jason a little more feeling of stability.
Jason seemed to think his welcome in the manor was sitting on a razor thin edge. One little misstep, and Bruce would kick him out on his rear, send him back to the street to fend for himself and fight for his keep. No matter how many times Bruce said it, Jason just could not trust his âI will never kick you outâ statement.
Apparently Jasonâs own father had âkicked him outâ when he was a mere eight years old. It might have just been for one night, a night Jason spent sleeping on the fire escape, but one night was enough to destroy all trust in a little boy.
Sure, Bruce had only had him for three months, but that didnât mean Bruce was willing to part with the sweet little boy heâd come to adore.
Bruce would never, never even think about kicking Jason out. Or moving him to another home. Or anything of the sort.
Jason was his, and that was that. It didnât matter what Jason did, that would never change.
Maybe having a puppy. Maybe giving Jason a puppy would show him how permanent he was. How could Bruce kick him out, if he had a puppy to take care of? Jason seemed quick to believe in Bruceâs kindness to others, just not to himself. Hopefully heâd trust Bruce would never kick the puppy out, and therefore couldnât kick Jason out, because he was Jasonâs puppy.
And one day, when the puppy grew larger, as large as his little paws, proportionally massive compared to the rest of him, suggested heâd be, maybe he could also offer Jason a little security, too. Bruce had no doubt the puppy would bite anyone who dared touch Jason, just as Sparky had done, all those years ago.
âItâs okay,â Bruce repeated, as he approached the Batmobile, the quaking puppy whimpering in his arms, âWeâre going home. Weâll get you cleaned up and fed, does that sound good?â
Batman opened the trunk to the car, first, and with one hand dumped out one of the crates he used to organized all his supplies. He couldnât think of a better way to transport the puppy, without someone else there to just hold him. The last thing he wanted was for the dog to crawl around the car and cause trouble while he was driving. After he lined the crate with one of the blankets he kept on hand, just in case, he gentled settled the puppy inside.
He seemed to calm, slightly, once he was set down, and when Bruce folded on edge of the blanket over his body, so only his head was exposed, he snuggled down a little more and looked far more relaxed than Bruce had seen yet. Bruce scratched the top of his head as he carried the crate up to the front, and settled him down into the footwell of the passenger side.
It must have been cozy in the box, because in the twenty minute drive back to the Manor, the puppy fell asleep, the sweet sound of little puppy snores filling up the car.
Bruce might have wanted a dog for a long time, as well, he had to admit. Just could never justify getting one, with how little time he spent at home, and how inconsistent his schedule was. Alfred, also, always balked at the idea of pets in the house, so Bruce had never explored it much.
Even now, he was a tad worried about how to care for the dog, how to ensure the puppy received the care he needed. He hadnât intended on getting Jason a dog so quickly, so suddenly.
Heâd been doing the research, reading articles and studies about dogs and their effects on child abuse victims. Trying to decide what kind of dog heâd get, how theyâd get one, and how theyâd share the responsibilities. Jason, Bruce thought, would be the dogâs primary owner. The one responsible for walking him and feeding him and playing with him the most. But Bruce or Alfred would have to do a lot of the heavy lifting.
Jason was just a child, after all, and he had school. He hadnât started school yet, they were still homeschooling him in order to catch him up to where he should be, but one day he would have school. And Bruce would likely have to take the dog out multiple times. Alfred did not even know Bruce was considering a dog, so it was unlikely heâd be very thrilled or eager to do any of the work.
Alfred had been quite clear, multiple times when Dick was a boy, that there would be no filthy animals in his houseâŚ
Then, of course, there was the issue of caring for the dogâs health, which would likely fall upon Bruceâs shoulders, not Jason.
As Bruce pulled into the Batcave, he tried to set all his planning aside, and just focus on the moment. He had quite a bit he needed to do with the puppy, to ensure he could be brought up into the house.
First and foremost, removing the fleas from his fur and getting him nice and clean.
Did they even have flea treatments in the cave? They definitely had some sprays for them, but Bruce was hesitant to spray down the puppy with them. It might require a quick trip to the store, to purchase pet specific supplies.
Jason was in the cave. That was the first thing Bruce noticed, when he pulled the car to the parking spot. Because the batcomputer was on, and the computer chair spun around to reveal the tiny twelve-year-old curled up in it, looking like heâd just been startled awake.
Bruce resisted the urge to sigh as he got out of the car. Jason was supposed to be in bed. His bedtime was midnight, and he knew it. Especially with Alfred not feeling well, and taking the night off, Jason was really pushing his luck spending the night in the cave, by himself, past his bedtime. Bruce had threatened punishment if he defied the rule, and thus far just the threat of punishment had been enough to deter him from misbehavior.
All Bruce would do was ban him from TV for the next day, and heâd told Jason as much, but sometimes just the thought of being punished made Jason a little antsy and nervous. Even though the punishment itself would hardly even faze Jason, since the boy rarely watched TV anyway.
But Jason being awake could be beneficial, Bruce thought idly, as Jason slowly stood up and smiled a touch nervously at him. He kind of wanted to surprise Jason in the morning, waking him up with the puppy, but Jason could help him a lot with settling the dog.
âHi, Bruce,â Jason said, when Bruce shut his door and looked over at him, where he was standing about ten yards away. He put his arms behind his back, and smiled a little tighter when Bruce pulled down his cowl shot him a âyou know what you didâ look.
âArenât you up a little late?â he asked. It was 3am.
âI was reading case files,â Jason said, as if that were a valid excuse, âI wanted to finish all the ones related to the Riddler tonight.â
âHrn,â Bruce grunted, âAnd did you?â
Even if it was frustrating, Bruce couldnât help but be proud, every time Jason defied him. He knew testing the limits and pushing the boundaries was going to happen eventually, and probably cause Bruce to gray prematurely, but he was so damned relieved it was happening. That finally Jason was starting to test to see just how far the rules went, and if the consequences were what Bruce said they were.
All he wanted was for Jason to feel safe. Heâd put up with the frustration if that was what it took.
âIâm almost done,â Jason said, a little sheepishly. Bruceâs guess was he fell asleep not longer after midnight, and hadnât actually got anything further accomplished.
Bruce hummed as he started to round the car. Jason took half a step backward, before he seemed to catch himself, and started warring on his lip instead. When Bruce stopped at the passenger door, however, and didnât keep walking toward Jason, he stopped.
âCome here,â Bruce said, as he opened the door, âI need your help with something.â
âWhat?â Jason asked, a touch curiously, as Bruce gently picked up the crate.
Despite his best effort, the puppy startled awake at the inevitable jostling. The dog stood, and tried to shake the blanket off of him, so Bruce got a good grip on the crate with one arm so he could use the other to move the blanket.
Jason skipped over, then, but froze when Bruce held the crate low enough for him to look inside.
âIs that?â he whispered, a touch of awe in his voice. Carefully, he walked the last few yards to Bruce, and lifted a hand to set on the dog. Just before he touched him, however, he looked up at Bruce and asked, âHeâs not, like, radioactive or anything, is he?â
âNo,â Bruce said, a smile tugging on his lips. Although radioactive dogs wasnât something entirely out of the possibility. Not in Gotham.
He hoped he never came across radioactive dogsâŚ
The puppy shrank back at Jasonâs hand, and gave him the most pitiful little whimper Bruce had heard yet.
âJust scared and hungry,â Bruce murmured.
âOh.â Jason slowly finished his approach, holding two fingers out right in front of the puppyâs nose, letting him sniff for a long few seconds, before he started scratching the top of his head. âWhy are you scared, little guy?â he whispered, moving so he was scratching behind the dogâs ears.
The dog highly appreciated that, because he tilted his head, pressing himself into Jasonâs fingers more as he shut his eyes.
Bruce couldnât help his smile. He always knew Jason was a sweet kid, but seeing it in action might be one of Bruceâs new favorite things.
Jason looked up, and his cheeks reddened a little when he did. âWhere, uh,â he stammered, âwhereâd you find him?â
âThat dead-end alley on Broad. I didnât see any other puppies or a mother anywhere nearby, and based on his appearance Iâm fairly confident heâs a stray.â
âAw, poor little guy,â Jason murmured, looking back down at the puppy.
The dog backed away from Jason, the best he could inside the crate, but pushed his head forward for Jason to scratch a second later.
Bruce could already tell, they were going to be best friends.
âCan you watch him while I run out and grab some supplies?â Bruce asked, once Jason had pet the dog for a minute or so, and looked completely in love already, âWe need to give him a flea bath before we bring him upstairs, or Alfred will kill me.â
Jason looked up sharply, his eyes a little wide as he asked, âWhat am I supposed to do?â
âYou donât have to do anything,â Bruce said quickly, âjust keep him company and let him know heâs safe. We can put you in the locker room with the door closed, so he canât run off.â
âOh,â Jason said, nodding, âyeah, okay.â
âOkay,â Bruce repeated, âHere, letâs get you settled.â
He carried the crate into the locker room, and set it down on the ground, where Jason sat down right next to it. Carefully, Bruce picked the puppy up and set him down, semi close to Jason, in hopes of not scaring him too bad.
It didnât work, because immediately the puppy backed up, his little tail between his legs and his whole head lowered, his piercing gray eyes darting between Bruce and Jason. When Bruce moved, with the intention of standing up, the puppy bolted, finding a bench up against the wall to cower under while letting out his pitiful little whimper.
âAww,â Jason said, softly as he crawled a little closer, then laid on his stomach, âdonât be like that. We ainât gonna hurt ya.â
âIâll grab him something to eat, first,â Bruce murmured, as he stood and walked toward the door, away from the terrified little puppy, âyou might get him to come out for some food.â
Jason merely nodded, as he rested his chin on his hands and kept his attention on the puppy.
âAre you hungry, buddy,â Jason said, softly, as Bruce was leaving the room, âI bet youâre starving. The food here is way better than street food, trust me.â
Bruce tried his best to ignore the twinge in his chest, as he went upstairs.
In the kitchen, Bruce looked through the fridge in hopes of finding something for the dog. If push came to shove, he could scramble an egg. He knew he was capable of that, but heâd rather not mess up a pan and hear it from Alfred in the morning about how he wasnât âallowedâ to use his own damn kitchen.
Thankfully, though, he found what remained of a rotisserie chicken Alfred had made for dinner, two nights before. The left overs hadnât been turned into anything else, yet, so it was basically plain chicken. Absolutely perfect for a dog.
Bruce made short work of peeling off the skin and cutting up about half a cup of it, into small, puppy sized bites. He really wasnât sure if it was too much or not enough for the little dog. Heâd find a good vet to explain all that to them, within the next few days.
Or heâd spend the morning researching.
Likely both.
He brought the plastic bowl of chicken he prepared, along with another bowl and a bottle of water, down to the cave where he found Jason in basically the same position, the puppy still pressed up into the corner, deep under the bench.
âHere, you can give it to him,â Bruce said, only walking in far enough he could hand the bowls and water to Jason, âIâll be back in half an hour, 45 minutes tops. Iâm just running to the Walmart up the street.â
âOkay,â Jason said. He sat up and took the bowls and water, and sat them on the bench above the puppy, before he opened the water and poured a little into the bowl.
âCall me if you need anything,â he added, pulling a still unused burner phone from his belt and handing it over. He needed to get Jason a real phone, eventually. But for the moment, a burner phone worked fine. âYou have my number memorized, correct?â
Jason rolled his eyes dramatically and rattled off Bruceâs number.
Bruce might have made Jason repeat it dozens of times, until he didnât have to think about it and could simply recite it without hesitation. And Jason was still not over how âcruelâ the method of memorization was.
âOkay, good,â he said, smiling a touch, âIâll be right back.â
âYeah, yeah,â Jason mumbled, as he turned back toward the cowering puppy and picked up the bowl of water, âhere, buddy. Are you thirsty?â
Content, Bruce turned to leave, but paused when Jason called out a little urgently.
âWait,â he said, âWhatâs his name?â
âHe doesnât have one yet. Why donât you start thinking about that.â Bruce had some ideas of what heâd name the puppy, but if it was going to be Jasonâs dog, Jason should get to name him.
It ended up taking Bruce fifty minutes to get back home. Between having to shower and change, then actually find the pet section at the maze that was Walmart, it took way longer than he wanted. Once he was in the pet section, he got a little lost trying to round up all the things he thought theyâd need to survive the night.
A crate was a good idea. A real one, meant for dogs. A bag of food, too, but then he got distracted by all the options. He had no idea there was so many kinds of dog foods, all claiming to do something different. He ended up with a bag of the stuff meant for large breed puppies, and a box of canned wet food, as well. Just to have on hand. Then he bought a jar of treats, a couple toys, the flea shampoo and some other grooming supplies, and a collar and leash.
It was way too much stuff, he felt, but not nearly enough at the same time.
Once Alfred was awake, heâd probably have a much better idea of what they needed.
In the meantime, it was good enough.
Bruce felt bad, leaving Jason alone for as long as he did, but then again Jason had spent hours in the cave already, even though he wasnât supposed to, so it wasnât like itâd hurt him. Especially not when he spent the whole time watching over the puppy.
When he finally made it back down to the cave, with the grooming supplies and treats, itâd been nearly an hour. Bruce would be a giant liar if he said he wasnât anxious about having left Jason alone so long.
But when he got to the locker room door and opened it slowly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jason jumped, of course, when the door opened. Bruce wished the boy didnât have such strong reflexes, sometimes, because based on how he was curled up against the wall, the blanket wrapped around himself, he had been fast asleep. Bruce would have loved to snap a picture, if only to show Alfred, because not only had Jason been asleep, but the little puppy was curled up in Jasonâs arms, sleeping against his chest.
Now that Bruce had entered the room, however, the dogâs ears lowered and he sank further into Jasonâs hold.
âShh, itâs okay,â Jason whispered through a yawn, as he sat up, his hands holding the dog close, âItâs just Bruce. We like Bruce.â
Bruce couldnât hide his smile as he shut the door behind him and crossed the room. âEverything okay?â he asked, as he knelt down and slowly ran his hand down the dogâs head, trying to reassure him a little.
âYeah,â Jason said, his shoulders dropping a little, âYou were right, he came right to me when I offered the food.â
âThatâs good,â Bruce said, looking over at the half empty bowl of chicken, sitting up on the bench, âHe only wanted half of it?â
Jason grimaced, a touch, and asked, âRemember when I first got here, I got sick cause I ate too much?â
With a nod, Bruce said, âYes.â He remembered that clearly.
It had absolutely broke his heart to know three pancakes, a few pieces of bacon, and a scrambled egg had been enough to make Jason sick. Had been too much food.
They had to slow him down and put him on a rigid meal plan for the first couple weeks, just to get his tolerance back up. Three months later and he still was underweight, but at least he could eat a full meal and not get sick.
âI didnât want the same thing to happen to him,â Jason said, turning his attention back down to the puppy, who looked up at him with big eyes, âso I was feeding him one piece at a time, and he started acting pretty full.â When Jason ran his hand down the dogâs back, he tried to stand up, and Bruce could see his tail twitch from under the blanket still wrapped around him. When he couldnât stand up, he started licking at Jasonâs arm, making Jason grin for a second.
âYouâre a good kid,â Bruce said, setting a hand in Jasonâs hair and ruffling it, a touch. A compassionate kid. Just when Bruce thought he couldnât like Jason any more.
Jason hid his smile in the puppyâs fur.
âCome on,â Bruce said, standing back up and motioning with his head toward the bathroom, âLetâs get him a bath.â
Bruce led Jason to the large sink they mostly used for soaking things or washing things like their grapples, when necessary. But it was the perfect bathtub for a puppy, so Bruce scrubbed it down quickly, then plugged it up and filled it with a couple inches of warm water.
âOkay, set him down,â Bruce said, as he went through the various bottles of soap heâd purchased.
The puppy whined when his paws touched the water, and tried his best to stay in Jasonâs arms.
âItâs okay,â Jason soothed, running his hands down the dogâs back, when he tried to climb out of the sink, âyouâll feel way better clean.â
Despite Jasonâs reassurances, the puppy continued to whimper and try to escape the bath, so Bruce worked as quickly and as gently as he could, first washing him off with the regular shampoo, then with the flea shampoo, working it into his short, slightly matted fur carefully, sure to avoid his scrapes and cuts. All the while Jason kept murmuring at him and offering gentle scratches to his head, between his eyes, and his snout. The puppyâs ears remained down, and his tail tucked between his legs, but he did quit whimpering and trying to escape Bruceâs hands.
âHave you thought of a name?â Bruce asked, while he was gently pouring clean water over the puppyâs back, to rinse away the rest of the flea shampoo.
Jason merely shrugged, not even taking his eyes off the puppy, who was looking back at him pitifully.
âThatâs okay,â Bruce said, âTake your time.â Bruce wouldnât be able to name a dog on the spot, either.
Once Bruce was content the puppy was as clean as could be, he picked him up and placed him on a towel Jason spread out on the counter. Jason wrapped the towel around him, and rubbed him down, drying him off and petting him at the same time.
The puppy barked, the first not whimper sound Bruce had heard from him, when Jason flipped the towel over his face.
âWhat?â Jason asked, when he moved the towel, a big grin on his face, âYou donât like being blinded? How unreasonable.â
In response, the puppy barked again, and jumped up on Jason, putting his front paws on Jasonâs shoulders while he started licking at Jasonâs face, his tail wagging slightly behind him.
Leave it to Jason to win the puppyâs adoration in less than two hours. Heâd basically done the same thing to both him and Alfred, after all.
Jason laughed, loud and clear, and tried to catch the puppyâs face with his hands and get him to stop licking at his face. âStop it,â he said, through his laughter, âBuddy come on, thatâs so gross.â
âAll right, how about we take him outside first,â Bruce said, after heâd drained the sink and put away the supplies. Maybe if they took him outside first, Alfredâs introduction to the puppy wouldn't be cleaning up an accident on one of the carpets.
Alfred⌠Alfred would not appreciate that at all. And would likely begin demanding Bruce find a better home for him.
Theyâd also have to figure out where to keep him. Jason needed sleep, Bruce knew. And the puppy likely did as well. He just wasnât sure where to do that. It was probably a terrible idea to trust the puppy in any room before theyâve had a chance to go through and make sure it was âpuppy proof.â And Bruce felt like all of them going to sleep was trusting the puppy alone, even if he was with one of them. Likely Jason.
Perhaps they should set up his crate, and get him acquainted to it. Establish it as a safe place that was all his.
âHey, Bruce?â Jason asked, as they were taking the elevator up to the manor.
Bruce didnât like taking the elevator, when not absolutely necessary. It was a good workout to climb the stairs, but Jason insisted on carrying the puppy, since he still cowered away from Bruce, and Bruce did not trust him on the stone stairs quite yet. There was no telling what would happen if they set the dog down free. Bruce had no faith heâd actually follow them, and if he did, that heâd be able to climb the stairs without falling.
And with Jason carrying the dog, he did not trust Jason on the stairs, either. Not that Bruce couldnât easily catch him or the dog if the dog started squirming and Jason lost his balance or grip, but taking the elevator took away all the anxiety, so that was what they did.
âYeah?â Bruce asked, when simply looking down at Jason hadnât prompted him to continue.
Jason shifted from one foot to the other, his attention down on the puppy. He had a solid grip on the dog, with one arm under him and the other arm on top, holding him still. Not that he needed to hold the puppy still, since he had snuggled down into Jasonâs arms and seemed content, just looking around at the elevator around them.
âAre, uh,â he finally started, but he paused to clear his throat, and asked a little more confidently, âAre we keeping him? Or just watching him until the shelters open?â
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened to the landing between the actual entrance to the house.
âDo you want to keep him?â
If Jason didnât want to keep him, Bruce could certainly find him a loving home somewhere else, but heâd be a little shocked if, after how quickly Jason clearly has fallen for the puppy, he didnât want him.
But Jason looked up at him, and Bruce could tell that Jason didnât dare ask.
Another one of Jasonâs little habits. Hide away the things he truly loved, play them down as âno big deal,â all out of fear Bruce or Alfred would take them away from him. Why? Bruce didnât know. And he was afraid to find out from where such a fear came.
All he and Alfred wanted was to give Jason the world. Heâd spent far too much of his life without even the basic necessities. For once he deserved the things he wanted.
Bruce took a step to the side and wrapped his arm around Jasonâs shoulders, trying to ignore how the puppyâs ears lowered and he tried to bury himself further into Jasonâs hold. âIf you want to keep him,â he said, pulling Jason to his side for a second, âWeâll keep him.â
âReally?â Jason asked, shifting in Bruceâs hold just a touch, but not pulling away, âYouâre sure?â
âI wouldnât have brought him home, if I wasnât sure,â Bruce said, squeezing Jason a little tighter, âIâm ready to keep him forever.â
âOh,â Jason whispered, as he looked back down at his puppy. When he didnât say anything further, Bruce led him out of the elevator and into the manor.
Getting a collar on the puppy was quite the task. Every time Bruce tried to put it on him, he pulled away and tried to run. In the end, Bruce had to hold him still while Jason put it on him, whispering his reassurances the entire time. Just based on how the puppy kept flinching away, cowering from Bruceâs hands, he would have said fuck it, and let the dog be without a collar.
But he was terrified if they let the dog outside without a leash, heâd bolt and theyâd never see him again. The coyotes or foxes or something would kill him. They did not have a fence, except for around Alfredâs garden, and Bruce knew letting the dog run free within the garden would not win any points with Alfred.
Finally, though, they got the collar secure and hooked the leash to it.
âIf weâre keeping him, we really ought to have a harness for him instead,â Jason said, as he tried to lead the puppy out the door. He kept pulling on the leash, trying to run off, but would stop when the leash went taught and started pulling on his neck.
âI see what you mean,â Bruce said. It probably would be much safer and more comfortable for the puppy, in a harness rather than a collar. He hadnât even considered that, when shopping. âHow about I stay up here, so he stops trying to get away from me. You can take him out.â
Jason hesitated, but leaned over and ran a hand down the puppyâs back. The little dog looked up at him, then back at Bruce, and started to follow when Jason took a step down the patio stairs, toward the yard.
When Jason paused again, and looked back at Bruce, he said, âIâll be right here watching, okay?â Being outside, alone, was not something Jason enjoyed much, completely understandably. Doing it while it was dark out hadnât come up, yet, but Bruce could understand him being a little nervous about it. Even if the sky was starting to light up, with the twilight of the coming sunrise in an hour or so, Bruce wouldnât go anywhere. Heâd stay right on the patio, and wait for Jason and the puppy to get back.
âOkay,â Jason said, nodding a little, as he turned to lead the puppy out into the yard to do his business.
It took some coaxing, and about fifteen minutes, but finally the puppy relieved himself, and Jason rewarded him with one of the treats heâd tucked into his pocket, from the jar Bruce purchased. Theyâd both taken a few, just to start in on the training.
He had a lot of research to do come morning, on training.
Once Jason finished praising him and petting him, he started to lead him back up to the patio. It wasnât until they reached the stairs did the puppy notice him, and start to pull on the leash to get away.
It killed Bruce, just a little, to think what other large men had done to the poor dog to make him so afraid. Heâd warmed right up to Jason, but even with Bruce being gentle and kind and feeding him, he was still wary.
Just like Jason could be, at times.
âItâs just Bruce, buddy,â Jason said, kneeling down and running a hand down the puppyâs back, âI know heâs big but you donât gotta be scared of him.â
âThatâs right,â Bruce said, trying not to smile warmly and embarrass Jason. He took a few steps to the top of the stairs and knelt down, holding out a treat for the puppy. âCome here, bud.â
The puppy openly warred with himself, taking half steps forward and back, as he sniffed at the air in the direction of the treat. Bruce stayed still, and waited, until finally the puppy gave in and hopped up the four stairs, so he could sniff the treat more directly and snatch it from Bruceâs fingers.
âThatâs a good boy,â Bruce said, pulling another treat out and holding it out with one hand, so he could scratch behind his ears with the other.
âSee,â Jason said, smiling brightly, âBruce is nice.â
Once inside, Bruce reluctantly let Jason take the leash off, and watched with a sigh as the puppy immediately found a bench to hide under in the mud room.
It was going to be a long process.
âWhy donât you work on getting him to the kitchen,â Bruce said, as he hung the leash up on the coat rack, âIâll go prepare him another bowl of water.â
Jason nodded, and sat down on the floor, a good ten feet away from the puppy, so Bruce let him be and left, shutting the door behind him.
In the kitchen, he did as promised and filled a shallow bowl with water, and set it on the counter for when it was needed. Then he pulled out the crate heâd bought, one that was likely going to be too small once the puppy grew. It was meant for medium sized dogs, and Bruce had a feeling the dog would be squarely in the large category. It would work for the moment, though, so he opened it and started putting it together. They could figure out a good spot for it, later. When it was time for Jason to get some sleep.
He wasnât quite sure what the dogâs breed was. Looking at his eyes, he looked a little like a pitt bull. His nose had some pitt qualities, as well, but the rest of his body looked more like a lab to Bruce. But he was gray, a solid gray, with light gray eyes.
Honestly, Bruce didnât know a ton about dog breeds, so that was likely another thing heâd be researching, once Jason and the puppy finally went to bed.
Alfred was going to kill him, letting Jason basically stay up all night with only a couple short naps in strange spots.
Jason finally came into the kitchen a good fifteen minutes later, the little puppy trotting along, right by Jasonâs side.
He didnât startle, much, when he saw Bruce, but instead pushed to be right between Jasonâs feet, and started looking around the kitchen.
âImpressive, son. Looks like he trusts you already,â Bruce said, as he continued opening all the toys heâd purchased. There were only a few, but each of them had zip ties and cardboard to remove before they could be given to the puppy.
With a bright smile, Jason took the bowl of water and knelt down, offering the dish to the puppy who eagerly started lapping it up, his little tail wagging happily as he did.
âAre you sure you donât wanna name him?â Jason asked, sitting next to the bowl and watching as his puppy continued drinking, âHe is your dog.â
Bruce paused from where he was freeing a little hotdog toy from its packaging and looked over at Jason. But Jason wasnât looking at him, he was still staring at the dog, almost like he was pointedly not looking at Bruce.
âNo, Jason,â he said slowly, frowning at himself that he obviously hadnât been clear enough, âHeâs your puppy. I brought him home for you.â
Jason didnât say anything, just pulled his knees up to his chest, so Bruce ventured, âUnless you donât want a dog?â
âNo,â Jason said quickly, shaking his head, âI want him.â
âOkay.â
With the hotdog freed, Bruce crossed the room and took a seat next to Jason, who didnât look over at him still. The puppy did, however, and took a few steps to the side, but warily hopped back over to his bowl after a second, pausing every few sips of water to look at Bruce.
Jason absently placed a hand on the puppyâs head, then withdrew it, and hugged his knees a little tighter.
âAre you okay, lad?â Bruce asked.
âYeah,â Jason said, dully, nodding a little as he did. Clearly not okay.
Jason and his moods were so unpredictable. The strangest things set him off, sometimes, and Bruce often felt like he were navigating the woods in the dark, without a flashlight, trying to talk to Jason when his moods hit.
Sometimes placing a hand on his back was welcomed, but other times, it was very not. And only set Jason off further.
So Bruce kept his hands to himself, and looked down at the stupid little hotdog in his hands.
He held it out to Jason, tapping him gently on legs with it to get his attention. It was a pretty dumb looking toy, in all honestly. A stuffed hotdog with a little smiling face on the front of the weiner. Heâd known the second he saw it that Jason would get a kick out of it, so he couldnât not buy it.
As expected, Jason smiled when he looked at the hotdog, and shifted into sitting crisscross as he took it from Bruce. âThat is so cute,â he said, inspecting the whole thing, before turning his attention to the puppy, âHave you ever had a hotdog?â
The dog, of course, didnât answer, but did look up when Jason squeezed the stuffed toy and found the squeaker inside. His little tail started wagging slowly when Jason squeaked it a few more times, then held it out for the puppy.
Clearly the dog had no idea what to do with a toy, at first. Because when Jason offered it to him, he trotted up closer and started sniffing at it rather intently.
âBite it,â Jason said, pushing the toy at him a little more, âItâs yours buddy, you can play with it.â
It took another minute of experimenting, but the dog eventually took it from Jason, biting at it several times until he had a good grip on it. He jumped backward, and leaped around a couple times with it, as he kept working on his grip.
Finally, he seemed to be satisfied with how he was holding it, because he started shaking it aggressively, his tail wagging a mile a minute while he growled, a cute, very non-threatening little growl.
âYou got it,â Jason said, grinning wide, âGood boy.â
Bruce draped one arm across Jasonâs shoulders, hoping that with his upturned mood, he wouldnât be too jumpy at the action.
He wasnât, but he did look up at Bruce before relaxing into the arm.
âIâm glad you two are getting along already,â Bruce said, running his hand up and down Jasonâs arm for a second before letting go, content to just sit there with Jason for a bit, watching the puppy fight with his new toy hotdog.
If the dog was going to be as big as Bruce imagined, it was unlikely the hotdog would survive very long.
Not if he kept playing with his toys that violently.
They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, just watching the dog as he trotted around the kitchen, flinging his hotdog around and going to âcatchâ it, just so he could shake it around again and send it flying.
Eventually, Jason shifted again, pulling away from Bruceâs arm, so he removed it with one pat to his back. He placed his hands on his own knees, while Jason started hugging his again.
Bruce didnât bother telling Jason he was right there, ready to listen to whatever Jason had going on inside his head. If he did, Jason would roll his eyes and make some joke, or completely brush Bruce aside and try and forget about whatever it was.
So instead he waited.
The puppy bounced over to Jason after a few minutes, and set the hotdog down next to him. But when Jason reached out to pick it up, he changed his mind and quickly grabbed it, trying to pull it away before Jason could take it.
âWhy this puppy?â Jason finally asked, while he taunted the dog by tugging at the toy. He acted like he was letting the puppy have it, then pulled it, pulling the entire dog with him.
The little growls he got in response were cute, though Bruce knew it wasnât a behavior theyâd be able to tolerate long. Growling at them, even while in play, probably wasnât a good behavior to encourage in a dog.
Bruce shrugged and said, âHeâs the puppy I found.â There hadnât been anything special about him, he supposed.
Except that heâd found the dog in Crime Alley. And had been starkly reminded of Jason.
Which still was not something he was going to tell Jason.
Because Jason was not a dog, and Bruce did not think of Jason as a dog in the least bit.
Even if he had found Jason starving and alone in Crime Alley, tooâŚ
âBut,â Jason said, when the puppy had âwonâ the hotdog and carried it five feet away to keep playing with, âWhat if he turns out to be bad behaved and, like, pees on all the old rugs.â
Why was that even something Jason was worrying about? Of course the dog was going to pee on the rugs. He was pretty sure it was part and parcel to owning a dog. Theyâd be damned lucky if that was the worst thing the dog did.
âThen I guess weâll buy some new rugs,â he said with a shrug.
âBut,â Jason said, looking up at Bruce with slightly wide eyes, âwhat if he tears up all the sofas. And eats your shoes. And bites you. And, andââ
âJay,â Bruce interrupted. wrapping his arm back around Jasonâs shoulders. He saw the problem, now.
Willis had ditched Sparky at some park, all because he bit him. Likely protecting Jason, if Bruceâs suspicions were correct. Why would Jason believe Bruce would be any different?
Even though Bruce had been trying his hardest to be absolutely nothing like Willis Todd.
Heâd rather die than be anything like that sorry excuse for a man. Jason deserved so much better than him. And while Bruce didnât think he lived up to everything Jason deserved in a parent⌠he at least hoped he was better than Willis.
But Willis was Jasonâs example of a father, so Bruce could not blame him for expecting Bruce to act like him.
How did one convince a little boy that unconditional love existed, when he had never experienced it before?
âHeâs part of the family now,â Bruce eventually said, pulling Jason into his side when Jason didnât shy away from his hold, âHe might do things to make me upset sometimes, but thatâs okay. Iâll still love him, and Iâll never hurt him or kick him out, because Iâd never do that to my family. No matter what they did or how mad I got.â
Jasonâs lip twitched, slightly, as he sank into Bruceâs hug. He took a moment, but finally sat up and asked, a smirk on his face, âWhat if I peed on the carpet?â
âWould it be on purpose?â Bruce asked, seriously. Because it did matter, even if Jason thought it was just a funny joke.
All Jason did was snicker, and say, âYeah.â
âWell then,â he said, âYou would clean it up and then we would have a very long, very serious conversation about what the hell you were thinking.â He jostled Jason a little, playfully, and offered him a smile when he looked up. âAnd then you would apologize to Alfred profuselyâ
âThatâs it?â Jason asked, but he was outright grinning, so Bruce figured it was all landing the right way.
âThatâs it,â Bruce confirmed, âAlthough Alfred might make you do a bunch of chores after.â
âYeah, thatâs fair.â
âI think we can forgive the puppy, though, if he does it on accident while being house trained.â
âGood,â Jason said. He pulled away from Bruceâs arm, again, so Bruce let go once more, âheâs just a baby.â
âThatâs right. He doesnât know any better.â
The puppy had laid down across the kitchen, his head resting on top of the toy hotdog while he just looked at them, his eyelids drooping more and more with each blink.
It was just about bedtime for all of them.
âI,â Jason started, before Bruce could open his mouth and voice that thought, âI was thinking âGable.â For his name.â
âGable?â Bruce said, turning the name over in his head, âFrom Anne of Green Gables?â He knew that had become one of Jasonâs favorite books, after heâd read it his second week in the manor.
âYeah, because heâs gray, and Anne had gray eyes.â
âAh.â It was a good name, he thought. âI like it. It suits him.â
Jason smiled, one of his sweet, shy smiles, and held a hand out to Gable. âCome here, Gable,â he said, âare you tired?â
âYes, I think we should take him outside one more time, and then both of you need to get some sleep.â
Gable stood, at Jasonâs continued prodding, and started to walk over to them, but then the kitchen door opened and Alfred walked in, carrying an empty breakfast tray, likely so he could begin preparing breakfast for them.
âDear heavens,â he swore, dropping the tray to the ground as Gable ran past him, right toward Jason. But when the tray hit the ground in a loud crash, he jumped, and changed trajectory toward a small table up against the wall, that had a shelf under it and about eight inches of clearance between it and the ground. Gable squeezed himself in there, and turned around so he was looking out at all of them, but was as far under the shelf as he could be.
âGable,â Jason said, scrambling to his feet to get across the room to where Gable was cowering, âitâs okay, shhh. Itâs just Alfred.â
âSorry, Alfred,â Bruce said, as he got to his feet and picked up the tray for Alfred, âI was going to warn you.â He did feel bad for startling Alfred so hard. He, too, would be a bit startled, he hated to admit, if he saw a dog he wasnât expecting in the kitchen at 6am.
âWhat in heavens is that doing in this house,â Alfred asked, directing all his ire at Bruce.
Bruce shrank back, a little, but then looked over at Jason. Jason had laid out on his stomach, the same as earlier, and was completely ignoring them while he gently spoke to Gable, offering him a treat and promising him everything was perfectly okay.
âNo one hereâs going to hurt you,â he was whispering, âI promise.â
âWe kind of adopted a dog last night,â Bruce said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Alfred opened his mouth, like he was about to dispel a whole pile of vitriol at that, and likely demand Bruce return the puppy immediately.
He had been quite clear, on a number of occasions, that there would be no animals in his house⌠Or, more specifically, no filthy animals in his house, causing him more work.
But they were interrupted by a little bark, followed by some laughter.
Looking over at Jason, Bruce found him still on his stomach, but the puppy now out from his hiding place. He had one of his paws in the air, and was batting at Jasonâs hair as he jumped around, Jason with his face hiding in the crook of an arm, the other hand trying to catch Gableâs paw as he giggled. âStop, stop, youâre pulling my hair.â
Alfred visibly softened, so Bruce whispered to him, quiet enough that Jason likely couldnât hear them, even if he were paying attention, âI found him in an alley, starving and alone.â
With a sigh, Alfred ran a hand over his face, and finally murmured back, âI suppose this is the more⌠traditional stray youâve brought back.â
Jason rolled on his back, and Gable bounced over to where he was, and started climbing up onto his chest to get a better angle to lick his face, only eliciting more giggles from Jason.
âTheyâll be good for each other,â Bruce whispered.
Alfred sighed one last time, and turned toward the counters, where he dug out a pan. âI hope you know I will never hear the end of this from Master Dick. The number of times he begged for a puppy.â
âI know,â Bruce said, grimacing. Dick was going to throw a fit about it, because even Bruce had told him ânoâ about a dog. But then heâd fall immediately in love with Gable, and likely get over it.
Heâd understand, too. If he took the time to listen to Bruceâs explanation of why a puppy was good for an abused, anxious kid.
âRule number one,â Alfred said, much louder for Jason to hear, âdogs are not allowed in the kitchen or dining room.â
âAw, Alfred,â Jason started whining, picking Gable up so he could sit up with him, âButââ
âNo buts, Master Jason,â Alfred asserted, âThis manor is plenty big enough, it will not harm him to ban him from these two rooms. It is simply unsanitary to have a dog slobbering all over my kitchen while Iâm cooking, therefore he is not allowed under any circumstances in these rooms, please train him accordingly.â
Jason frowned, for half a second, before absolutely lighting up. âWait,â he said, hopping to his feet, Gable struggling in his arms to be let down, âSo weâre keeping him? For real, for real?â
âJay I told youââ Bruce started, but Jason cut him off.
âYeah, but we all know Alfredâs the real boss around here.â
âHey,â Bruce protested, but there was no heat behind it.
It was true.
Jason set Gable down on the ground, and watched in amusement as he ran over to his hotdog and picked it up, then pushed his way back between Jasonâs feet.
âYes,â Alfred said, clearly trying, but failing, to keep the smile off his face, âIf you can take care of him, you may keep him. He is your responsibility, not mine. I expect you do do the research necessary for training puppies up into well behaved dogs.â Half way through his spiel, he turned toward Bruce and raised an eyebrow at him, so Bruce nodded right along with Jason.
âAll right,â Jason cheered, kneeling down to jostle Gableâs ears, while Gable licked at his face again.
âHow about you take him outside again, Jay,â Bruce said, before Jason and the puppy lost the little bout of energy theyâd both found, âI want both of you to at least take a nap this morning, and he should probably go before that happens.â
âSure,â Jason said, hopping up to his feet, âcome on, Gable. Letâs go outside. Youâll like it more now that itâs lighter outside.â
âDonât forget his leash,â Bruce called after him, as Jason skipped out of the room, Gable following close behind.
âI know,â Jason shouted back.
Alfred huffed a short laugh, as he pulled out some breakfast sausage, and got to work preparing them a breakfast.
âThanks for that, Alf,â Bruce said, once heâd heard Jason make it into the mudroom, âI think itâs really going to help him.â
âOf course my boy,â Alfred said, smiling fondly as he placed sausage on the skillet to cook. His expression shifted, and he turned to Bruce, pointing his spatula at him, âBut I was serious. I will not be cleaning pee out of my carpets, do you understand? If that dogââ
âGot it,â Bruce said, holding his hands up, âWeâll handle it, donât worry.â
Bruce was confident in his ability to clean a rug.
And if he couldnât, wellâŚ
He was certainly capable of hauling it away to the dump and ordering a new one online.
If that was the price he paid for giving Jason the joy heâd already experienced that morning, then Bruce was willing to pay it a hundred times over.
Because for Jason, Bruce would do anything. He deserved nothing less.
#Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne#bruce is a good dad#Batman#Batfam#Robin#child abuse tw#mentions of it but ya know#basically the worst part is right there above the cut lol#this is 9700 words also#xD#cross posted to ao3 as Strays#c writes
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Last night thing
Jason todd x reader
Summary: he stopped you from stealing a $25,000 watch but missed something else. Part 2 to Late night Thing.
Warning: kidnap, fighting, smut
As Jason pulled up his pants and contemplated his life choices of sleeping with a beautiful thief on a rooftop, he came to a conclusion. You stole his damn tie clip. He had said that he would break your hand if you tried to steal it and dammit, you had. Somehow it simultaneously made him mad and horny. How the fuck had you managed that?
Jason knew that he wouldnât find you that night. So he went back to his safe house to lick his wounded pride and plan his next move. He needed to get that clip back. It was a gift from Alfred and he would literally kill for it. Though he seriously doubted that heâd need to do that. And Jason would never admit it but he didnât want to kill you.
He planned to find you sometime during the next week. His tie clip was expensive but not extraordinarily expensive but you had to find someway to sell it without him finding it, which would take time. Jason just didnât know that it would be the next day that he would find you.
He heard that Bane was throwing his weight around in the drug trade for some damn reason. Wasnât his venom addition enough for one man? So Jason was snooping around, or investigating as the bats liked to say. He fully expected a boring night of listening in a warehouse for hours and learning very little but instead almost fell through the glass at the sight before him.
You were strapped to a chair with rope. The pretty dress you wore the night before was in tatters but you were covered. Your eyes were red and your nose had dried blood underneath it. You were shivering like a leaf.
âIâm not here to negotiate with you. Iâm here for Cat Woman. You are her child and she will come or you will die,â Bane said casually. You gasped.
âSheâs going to be mad. Why would she work with you after this?â You asked, braver than you felt. He turned and coldly looked at you before stalking over. His giant fingers wrapped around your throat and you thrashed in the chair.
Jason stood up and moved to jump into the fight despite the fact that he really didnât want to fight the brute. But Bane let you go and you audibly gasped and sucked air through open lips. You trembled and heaved.
âIf she does not care about you, I will move on to her next kitten,â he said and you gulped. You didnât know if she would save you. Jason looked through the room for a strategy. 2 exits and the skylight he currently looked through. 3 goons that he could easily take out. Oh, and a 300 pound juiced up super soldier. That broke Batmanâs back years ago. Fuck.
âLet me go and Iâll do anything you want,â you said and even Jason up high in the rafters could hear the waver in your voice. Bane turned and stared at you and your mind almost couldnât comprehend the massive size of him. He was easily half a foot taller than Red Hood and almost 100 pounds heavily and Red Hood towered over you.
âWhat could I possible want from you,â he asked with an icy curiosity. He was watching you for a reaction. You wanted to shrink away but that would be a failure.
âAnything you could want. Information,â you suggested. âAbout Gotham.â
âI have my sources.â
âUhhh,â you breathed. âGems? Money?â He shook his head. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was a man, right? You could sell that maybe? âMe?â You breathed.
He laughed before looking you up and down. âI do not want you carnally, child,â he said. You almost sagged in relief and Jasonâs hand released the gun he didnât know he was holding. âNo. We will wait for Cat Woman and if she doesnât come in 2 days, you are dead.â
You hummed in fear. Bane sat crossed legged and closed his eyes. He threatened to kill you and then fucking meditated. You helplessly pulled at the ropes on your wrists.
Jason tried to piece together how you got there and how to get you out. He knew that he couldnât exactly call Bruce. âHey dad, do you want to fight the guy who broke your back over a thief he has tied up. Why? I donât know! I just like fucking her on rooftops!â Never saying that.
Nope. Instead he would attempt stealth. Against one of the best trained fighters in the world for a woman that robbed him. Yea, maybe Jason should have stayed 6 feet under because heâs a fucking idiot. He sighed before slowly moving towards them. Bane was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed in a meditation back to you.
You suddenly saw Jason out the corner of your eyes and your eyes widened before going back to normal. Bane didnât seem to notice the slight change in your breathing. Jason snuck over to untie you. He slowly pulled the rope from around your wrists and you were almost completely untied when the end of the rope barely grazed the ground.
Bane snapped his head around as Jason drew his guns. You gasped as Bane launched himself towards Jason. You ripped your hand out of the rope as bullets flew. You scrambled to the floor but was quickly pulled up by the giant man. He clutched you by the shoulder and you whimpered in pain. Jason suddenly froze.
âThis is far more interesting that I first thought. I looked for a cat and found a bat,â he laughed. You squirmed in pain. He sat you down but the hand stayed on your shoulder.
âSheâs not important. Let her go,â Jason said. The metallic voice from his helmet sounded bored.
âIf she is unimportant, she is better off dead,â he said roughly pulling you in his arms and one hand gently wrapped around your throat but didnât tighten it. You grabbed at his fingers and sobbed pathetically. Your eyes were wide and terror was plain on your face.
âLetâs not. Put the lady down and we can talk,â Jason said and it was weird to see Red Hood negotiating. He was usually the muscle in the situation. It really showed you how fucked you really were.
âOkay Iâm intrigued. I will hear your proposal,â he said sitting you down. You scampered behind Jason. Your whole body trembled.
âI know Gotham underground better than you ever will. Sorry but youâre scary as shit but not in a good way,â he said with a shrug. If you didnât know any better, he seemed casual. âI can get you the venom you need. No cost for a while.â
âHow long,â Bane asked. He was the kind so get all the facts before proceeding. He also had the weakness of being completely addicted to venom.
âA months worth.â
â6 months.â
â3 months.â
âDeal. If you break this deal I will crush her windpipe with my hand,â he said with no emotion. It was a promise, not a threat. Jason felt you move closer to him.
âDeal,â Jason agreed. Bane moved closer and you clung to Jason. You were clinging to Red Hood. How pathetic. Jason stood taller and stared at Bane. They shook hands.
Suddenly Bane slapped Jason violently across the face and you yelped. Jason went to the ground but quickly got up to a defensive crouch. You jumped in front of him with your heart beating so fast you would soon faint.
âFor invading my space and my business,â Bane said before walking away. âLeave.â He didnât turn to watch.
You noticed a little crack in the Red Hood helmet. How hard did Bane hit him? Jason stood up and pulled you out of the warehouse with him. He quickly grabbed you and shot his grappling hook out of the area. About half a mile away, he landed on a building. You clung to him and trembled.
âHey, youâre safe,â he said. âYou can let go.â
You pulled off but shivered like a leaf.
âShit, youâre cold. Here. Here,â he wrapped his jacket around you and it helped your temperature but not your shivering. âCome here,â he pulled you in his arms and you clung. His heartbeat felt reassuring and he awkwardly patted your hair. You could tell Jason wasnât used to providing comfort.
âHe- he,â you started but stopped. âCan we go somewhere safe?â
âCome on downstairs. This is my place,â he said and you nodded. You followed him inside and it was far warmer but you couldnât stop the shaking. His jacket was replaced by a blanket and Jason sat you on the couch. The helmet came off but domino stayed on. You practically climbed on his lap to be closer. Your eyes were still wide with horror.
Youâd been arrested, harassed, even shot at. But never kidnapped like that. And by the giant Bane at that. Jason could feel the fear and adrenaline coming off of you. He rubbed your back softly. You looked up at him suddenly after a few minutes.
âYou saved my life. You put yours in danger to save mine,â you breathed. He shrugged, a little uncomfortable under your gaze. âThank you,â you added.
âUh youâre welcome. Itâs no biggie.â
âYes it is,â you said before kissing him. Your pace was dizzying and rough. Jason was in shock at first. Your hands roamed his body before dropped down to his belt and he almost jolted up.
âNot today,â he said, stopping your hand. âI mean, normally Iâd love to but not now. Give it a few days.â
âWhy?â You said with your voice all breathy. Your lips were swollen and eyes dark and he almost gave in.
âYou were just kidnapped. You need sleep. Not sex,â he said sliding away from you. âAre you hungry?â
âWh- you donât think I could want you?â
âIâm not in the mood. Almost getting killed by Bane really kills the urge,â he lied. If he thought you were in your right mind, he would have fucked you on the rooftop or against the first surface he found. You jumped in front of Bane for him. He found it all incredibly hot. âYou need a shower anyways.â
It was cold and cruel but better than sleeping with a traumatized woman. You shook and nodded before using his shower. Jason felt twinges of guilt but ignored them. He knew it was better this way.
You came in nothing but his t shirt that hung like a dress. âNothing else fit,â you said awkwardly. He could see the scars that covered your legs and bruises around your throat.
âWe can lay in bed,â Jason said just as awkwardly. He might know what to do with a woman who wants to fuck him but not just one sleeping over. âFor sleeping.â
âDonât worry. I wonât try anything,â you said with a little smile and he smiled back. You both laid in the bed and it wasnât long until you pressed your back against his chest and pulled his arms around you. He was strong and safe. You managed to sleep all night with the anticipated nightmares. They had time later to come up. When you werenât cradled in his arms.
The next morning you woke up warm. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. His hand held your waist loosely and you could seriously just stay in this moment. But as soon as you moved, you almost giggled like a teenager. He was hard and pressed against your ass.
âIgnore that,â he mumbled.
âOkay... how?â You said after a few seconds. âBecause itâs pretty unforgettable for the man I like to sleep with to have his hard dick pressed against my ass. Have to say.â
âWe only did it once in a rooftop. Was it that unforgettable?â He said and you could hear the smirk he wore.
âIt was alright,â you said playfully but you couldnât help but press back into him. Jason grabbed your hip to stop you.
âTrying to get me horny?â
âI think you already are.â
âThatâs true,â he said before grinding against your ass. You pushed back to do your own rubbing. âAnd youâre not even wearing any panties,â he said bunching up the fabric of his shirt you wore. He slapped your ass soundly and you gasped.
âWhat was that for?â
âMy tie clip. I hope you still have it,â he said before slapping your ass again. You reached behind you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.
âIâll get it back to you,â you said. His pants were pushed down. Jason hummed and rubbed his dick between your thighs. You sighed at the sensation and arched your back so he was sliding between your folds instead.
âYouâd better,â he growled but it had no true heat. Not when he was so close to finally fucking you and had his lips leaving little marks on your shoulder and neck. You tried to press back onto him but he stopped your hips.
âDo you deserve it,â he asked running a finger along your hip, every once in a while dipping between your thighs to barely touch your clit. You jumped and grabbed at his wrist to hold him there but he just chuckled and moved away from where you needed him. His thrusting between your folds felt amazing but not enough and he was purposefully avoiding sliding in your hole. Jason quite liked the way your body panted and curved in desperation.
Finally feeling that you had been tortured enough, and he wanted in your wet heat, he pressed his hips forward and filled you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against him.
âYes,â you breathed. Jason took his time slowly thrusting, letting you fill his full length. His free hand moved from pinching your nipple to circling your clit. You were practically clenching him from the start and he loved it. You were so receptive.
It didnât take long for him to find a pattern that just got you a little more vocal and focused on that. âGod, youâre fucking wet,â he breathed in your ear and you whimpered. You seemed to like what he had to say.
âTaking me so well. Acting like such a good girl,â he said and you breathed out a âHoodâ in response. Oh yeah, you didnât even know the name of the man that you let fuck you. You trusted him enough to sleep in his bed and youâd never even seen his eyes.
His finger circling your clit and cock angled to drag along your g spot had you seeing stars as you came around him. Jason grunted and held your hips tight before quickly pulling out to cum on your ass. He looked as the pretty white beads covered your skin. He wasnât forgetting that image any time soon. He reached for a towel to clean you up.
Afterwards you turned in his arms and kissed him soundly before lying your head on his chest. You reached up to play with his hair with a little smile on your face. Jason could get used to this. As soon as he thought it, he had the urge to jump up and kick you out. He didnât do permanent. You were just having fun.
âI need a shower,â he said roughly, getting up. Jason couldnât help but notice the disappointment on your face that you quickly hid.
âI should get going before my walk of shame gets any later,â you said with an awkward laugh.
âBorough anything you need,â he said before disappearing into his bathroom. While in the shower he had time to think. Yeah, Iâm totally not broken to be cool with fucking a woman but not being able to hold her. Not a sign of being fucked up at all, Jason thought. Probably got that from Bruce. Though my real dad probably did it too.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and immediately saw a note on the bed.
Had fun, Hood. We should do it again sometimes, (your number)
đ Kitten
His tie clip was set underneath it. Jason smiled. Okay, this could be fun. He was young and sowing wild oats or whatever, right?
There was no way this could go wrong, right?
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This Side of Normal Ch. 10
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Marinette glances around the silent table, willing Jason to say something. Or do something. Or even Dick. She needed one of them to start a conversation, because Adrien hated awkward silences. And if this silence went on much longer, he was definitely going to say something and then she would regret it. Horribly.Â
âThese rolls are purr-fect.â Adrien says, out of nowhere. Marinette lets out a groan, of course heâd skip straight ahead to the cat puns. Of course thatâs where his freaking mind was tonight.Â
âArenât they? Iâd say Alfredâs cooking is pretty claw-some, myself.â Dick speaks up, grinning at Adrien. Marinette looks at him, wide eyed.Â
âThatâs it. Iâll find a new trapeze partner and a new best friend. Both of you are out of my life.â She deadpans, ignoring Adrienâs offended gasp.Â
âBut Bugaboo, who else would give you a hand with your crazy schemes?â Adrien asks, and Marinette turns to him, narrowing her eyes.Â
âI swear to god if you take your arm off right now you will never find it again.â She threatens, pointing her fork at him from across the table.Â
âBut Mari, that joke needs the arm. It doesnât work without it.â He pouts, she rolls her eyes and turns to Damian.Â
âI apologize for him. He thinks heâs funny.â She says, turning her glance back at Adrien. âHeâs wrong.âÂ
âTt. Iâm unbothered by his sense of humor. I have lived with Grayson for eight years. His humor is nothing compared to those horrors.â Damian quips, and Marinette swears his lips almost quirk into a smile. She snorts.Â
âGuess I made the right choice in throwing Dick to the curb, huh?â She teases, ignoring Dickâs gasp and Adrienâs reassurance to the man. Honestly, who was the adult here?Â
âIt was for the best, Dupain-Cheng.â Damian says and Marinette winces slightly. The only person who called her by her last name (in regular conversation, anyway) was Chloe. And while the girl had long since given up full on bullying her, she still wasnât Marinetteâs best friend in the world.Â
âYou can call me Marinette, my last name is kind of a mouthful.â She says, trying to be nonchalant about it. Sheâd heard him refer to everyone else as their last name the entire evening. She didnât want to make him uncomfortable, but him calling her Dupain-Cheng was going to make her uncomfortable in the long run.Â
âVery well.â He says, and though he doesnât say her name, she still counts it as a win. A throat clearing catches her attention and she glances at Jason who was glaring at Damian.Â
âWhatâs up, Jay?â She asks, quirking an eyebrow.Â
âNothing Pixie Pop. Just thinking about the time you kicked the ass of that would be mugger.â He says, and Marinette frowns. Mugger? âYou know, the one that was obsessed with you?â He clarifies, and she understands. Copycat had been reakumatized during Jasonâs stay in Paris. And he had wanted nothing more than a date with Ladybug. Though, she couldnât understand why he was bringing it up now.Â
âI am so lost.â She admits, shaking her head at her pseudo-brother. He grins.Â
âThatâs fine, just sharing that you can kick ass with the table. In case someone wants to try something.â He says pointedly. Oh. He definitely caught the heart eyes she sent Damian back in the gym. Can he blame her, though? Her weakness was green eyes. And Damianâs were the greenest.Â
âI did walk in on you hogtied, Todd. I assumed she was a reputable fighter after that.â Damian says, and Marinette blushes furiously.Â
âIâm sorry, what happened?â Mr. Wayne asks, his vapid (and fake) smile replaced with a faux look of bewilderment. She briefly wondered if it was exhausting, putting on a constant act, until she remembered how tired she was throughout collège, before she started lycĂŠe and decided she didnât really care. Yeah, acting constantly was tiring. But why did he do it? Jason nudges her lightly and she blinks, focusing back on the conversation.Â
âOh, Jason and I sparred. He apparently had forgotten that I use my surroundings to my advantage and that Adrien is always on my side.â She explains, shooting Jason a smug smile. Jason huffs.Â
âNot always.â He says, and Marinette raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms and giving him a challenging look.Â
âOh really? Name one time that Adrien took your side instead of mine.â She challenges. She grins as Jason starts to think, obviously wracking his brain.Â
âEarlier today!â Adrien pipes up, and she immediately turns to him, glaring.Â
âWhat?â She asks, confused. What had- oh. Of fucking course. âThat doesnât count!â She protests, narrowing her eyes.Â
âWhy not?â Adrien asks, raising an eyebrow in a challenge. She scoffs.Â
âBecause it wasnât a fight or argument or anything. It was a joke.â She says.Â
âAre you talking about the adoption shit, cause that was definitely not a joke. All the kids B adopts definitely have trauma and certain features.â Jason cuts in, and Marinette sighs. Of course he would clue in.Â
âBut- no. No. That was a fluke. A glitch in the matrix, obviously. You literally cannot name a singular other time. And technically, ya big jerk, you didnât even name this time. Adrien did.â Marinette points out, glaring at Jason.Â
âIâm sorry, how long have you three known each other?â Mr. Wayne cuts in again, and this time- this time- she sees that some of the confusion on his face is real. But it looks odd, like he wasnât used to expressing a real emotion. She really needed to remind herself to talk to Jason about this later. She didnât necessarily want to make it a habit to stick billionaire fathers with asshole tendencies in jail, but she would. Sheâd do it for her boys. Any day of the week. She hums in thought, adding up the time. The anniversary of Gabrielâs defeat had been a few weeks ago, which meant-
âWeâve known Jason for just over a year.â She says, before glancing at Adrien and grinning. âBut Iâve been stuck with this goof for four years.â
âYou know you love me.â Adrien says with a wide grin. She rolls her eyes.Â
âHow exactly did you meet Jason?â Mr. Wayne asks, and she kind of wants to throw her fork at him. What was it, interrogate the random kids at dinner night? Though, to be fair, they were random kids in his house. But she refused to like the man until sheâd talked to Jason about the potential assholeish tendencies.Â
âHe helped me learn some self defence after I got caught up in an akuma attack.â Marinette lies smoothly. Well, it was technically a half truth. But the Waynes didnât need to know that she was always caught up in akuma attacks.Â
âAkuma?â Mr. Wayne asks, and Marinette glances at Jason with a frown. Had he not told his father about anything? Not even the basics?Â
âWait, is that what the thing that flooded Paris is called?â Dick asks suddenly and Marinette nearly flinches from the memory. That was one of the akumas that still gave her nightmares. One of the ones that was burned in the back of her eyelids when all she wanted was to sleep. And not think about bloated corpses and dead classmates for one goddamn minute. She lets out a steadying breath, glancing at Jason whose face had changed from annoyance to concern. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. She could talk about akumas. It was the past. Sure, she had refused all of the therapy options her parents gave her and Adrien, but she didnât need it. She was fine.Â
âYeah. Technically, her akumatized name was Siren. But, the general term for those attacks was âakumaâ.â She says, gripping her fork a little tighter than necessary, grounding herself with Tikkiâs reassuring nudges from inside her purse.Â
âThere were more?â Dick asks, his eyes wide. Marinette glances at Jason and raises an eyebrow. Why had he not said anything? Heâd been there for an entire month of Hawkmothâs reign. Heâd seen dozens of akuma attacks. Jason shrugs. Thank Jay. Super helpful.Â
âWhen you get down to it, there were probably hundreds if not thousands more. Some people, like Siren, were turned into the same akuma several times. Some people became a different akuma when they were akumatized again. I think it just depended on the person or their issue.â Marinette explains, hating how dry her mouth felt all of a sudden. She could talk about this. She could. So why was everything a little too bright? Why was the sound of forks against plates a little too loud?Â
âDid the Justice League stop it?â Damian asks, though by his tone, he seems to already know the answer. Odd.Â
âNo, the local heroes did. Ladybug and Chat Noir.â Marinette says, ignoring the constricting feeling in her chest.Â
âWhy-â Mr. Wayne starts, but Jason clears his throat. Everyone glances at him, and Marinette is unsurprised to see the flicker of anger in his eyes. Especially after she glances at Adrien and sees how pale heâs gotten. She kicks him lightly under the table to get his attention, frowning at him in a silent question. He nods, slightly. She purses her lips, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But they could talk later. Away from eager ears.Â
âIâm sure you remember what Dick said about my phone call from when I first arrived in Paris. Marinette and Adrien dealt with attacks like that interrupting their day to day lives from thirteen to sixteen. I get that youâre not the best at knowing when to drop the damn topic, but I really think you should drop the damn topic.â Jason says, and though heâs smiling, Marinette can see the danger behind it. The warning. âDrop it, or Iâll make youâ.Â
âMy apologies, it was just so interesting.â Mr. Wayne says and this time Marinette winces at the falseness in his voice. And the smile on his face. God, this man could not have lasted a day in Hawkmothâs Paris.Â
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Finally, finally, dinner was over. After the akuma talk ceased, it was extremely awkward. Mr. Wayne looked like he would rather be anywhere else. And Marinette couldnât blame him, wanting nothing more than to get back to her hotel room and away from the constant lack of real emotion on the eldest Wayneâs face. It was tiresome, just watching him.Â
âThanks again, for having us.â Marinette says, mostly directing her comment to Dick and Alfred. Alfred just nods.Â
âOf course! Come back any time. Really soon, actually, so we can work more on the trapeze. I canât lose my new trapeze buddy.â Dick says with a wide smile. Marinette holds back a sigh, nodding instead. She liked Dick, she did. But sheâd definitely have to make sure that Mr. Wayne wouldnât be around. She still wasnât sure what to think of him.Â
âYou should also spar with me, some time.â Damian speaks up and Marinette blinks in surprise.Â
âSpar. With...you?â She says, tilting her head in confusion. That came out of nowhere.Â
âYes. You took down Todd easily, and I am far superior. You would actually have a challenge if we sparred.â He says. She smirks, and suddenly, with a burst of confidence she didnât know she had, says:
âSure thing, Pretty boy.â Before turning and walking straight out the door. The second sheâs outside, she drops her head into her hands. âI canât believe I just said that.â She mumbles under her breath.Â
âPretty boy?â Adrien says with a smirk, she glares at him and moves down the front steps.Â
âFuck you.â She says, no real venom in her voice. The boy knew how she got around crushes. Heâd seen it firsthand. With him. With Luka. With Kagami. With the girl with bright green eyes who worked at the coffee shop across the street from the bakery. She was an absolute disaster. He was worse, but still. He wasnât the one with the quickly developing crush on the youngest Wayne.Â
âPretty boy?â Jason asks, a scowl on his face as he catches up to the two.Â
âNot another word, Jason.â She scowls at him, crossing her arms defiantly. He holds his hands up in surrender.Â
âSure.â He says. Her mind rushes suddenly to her previous thought. Youngest Wayne. Damian Wayne. Hadnât Lila- she snorts, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter, ignoring the worried looks from Adrien.Â
âI- oh my god, Jay.â She manages to say, straightening up and following Jason to the car he was borrowing to drive them back to the hotel.
âIâm completely lost.â He says.
âJoin the club.â Adrien adds, and Marinette just laughs again.Â
âYour little brother is Damian Wayne.â She says, as if it should be obvious. Jason doesnât get it, and neither does Adrien. But after a moment-
âOh my god, thatâs hilarious!â Adrien cries, letting out a chuckle. Jason huffs as the trio get into the car.Â
âCare to share with the class?â He asks, and Marinette snorts.Â
âAbsolutely not, I dislike the majority of those people.â She says, referring to the group who was hopefully already in their rooms and not in the lobby of the hotel. âNow itâs funny that your brother is Damian Wayne because Lila made us come to Gotham instead of New York and London, because sheâs dating him.â She explains and Jason scoffs.Â
âYeah right.âÂ
âObviously sheâs not actually dating him, Jay. But itâs freaking hilarious that she thinks sheâs gonna get away with it. He definitely goes to Gotham Academy, and people are definitely going to call her out.â She says, not even trying to hide the absolute glee sheâs feeling. If there was ever a time for all of Lilaâs lies to come crashing down around her, now would be good. When she canât just run away and claim Marinette set it up. If people Marinette didnât even know called Lila out, well, that would be irrefutable evidence, right?Â
âHer regime is gonna topple and Iâm gonna take you guys out for ice cream to celebrate.â Jason declares and Marinette laughs again. She was so against the idea of Gotham originally, but now, with Jason at their sides again, sheâd decided that it wasnât so bad. Suddenly remembering what had been on her mind most of the night, she turns to Jason.Â
âJay, I have a serious question. And I know itâs a little hard to talk about but just know that weâre here for you to support you, and that weâll figure out a way to make sure you and your brothers are safe and-âÂ
âWhoa, Pix, calm down kiddo. Youâre rambling again.â He says gently, furrowing his eyebrows. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and turns to put his full attention on the two. âWhatâs bothering you?â He asks.Â
âIs Mr. Wayne abusive?â She asks and Jason blinks. âI saw how hesitant you were to call him your father, and you were tense around him a lot of the night. And I donât think the man had one legitimate expression all night. He was acting the whole time.â Marinette says, looking at him worriedly. âLook, Jay, I donât necessarily want to make a habit of putting billionaires in jail, but Iâd do it for you.âÂ
âIs he- you would-â Jason stops and lets out a breath, obviously trying to compose himself. âNo, kiddo, heâs not.â He finally says. Marinette frowns.Â
âReally?â She asks, and he sighs.Â
âYeah, look. Our relationship has been...rough, for a couple years. We had a sort of falling out when I was a teenager and I stopped talking to him for several years. We reconnected a while ago, but itâs still rocky at times. I donât usually call him dad or father or anything. Heâs just Bruce, or B, to me.â Jason explains and Marinette nods, letting out a small sigh of relief.Â
âI was worried, Jay.â She admits, and Jason grins at her before pulling away from the curb again.Â
âI didnât even catch on.â Adrien says with a frown. Marinette rolls her eyes, smiling at him with fondness.Â
âCourse you didnât Kitty. Reading people isnât really your strong suit.â She says with a small smile. He huffs, but nods in agreement.Â
âTrue.â He says and Marinette laughs. She could officially take Bruce Wayne off her âthreat to be dealt with immediatelyâ list and move him to âpossible future annoyanceâ list. A big improvement for the man, and it would mean she wouldnât be as tense around him the next time she saw him.
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This is super indulgent of me! Last year, I began a project inspired (in part) by Dracula and my growing love for Victorian serials and penny fiction. Itâs a serial set in 1860â˛s London about my MC, Cecil Morris. Heâs a witch and a cat-beast shifter trying to live as an ordinary gentleman in London, where he has opened a museum presenting his faerie research to the world. You can read it so far here.
For a brief time when brainstorming ideas, I considered including Dracula in my story (yay for public domain characters!) but scrapped the idea since the timeline did not add up (Dracula is set in late 1890s and my serial is set in the early 1860s). However, since I signed up for Dracula Daily, the idea has resurfaced, and I decided to write a short little fun snippet or âwhat ifâ scenario if Jonathan ever had Mr. Morris as a client seeking a building for his museum! Â
Would poor Jonathan be as clueless that heâs dealing with a powerful witch as he is with a vampire?Â
Jonathan Harker, taking my MC Cecil Morris as his client:Â
Mr. Morris certainly is a charming gentleman, just as Mr. Hawkinâs client Sir Felix Todd informed him. He is opening a museum of sorts and requires a building in Southwark large enough to display his âcreaturesâ (he did not specify what he meant by that). He seems a find, upstanding gentleman. however, it was quite odd that his lodgings seemed empty, yet, though I heard all manner of strange animal noises and never saw a servant walk by, suddenly my hat was hanging on the hook and my teacup was filled!
When the subject of his business in London came up and his origin (for I noticed he had a Northern accent that came and went), his eyes flashed a most peculiar golden color, and for a brief moment, I almost imagined the pupils became as slitted as a catâs! His upbringing certainly sounded old-fashioned. He grew up in a manor house, Heatherfield, on the York moorlands, far away from civilization.Â
The way he speaks about it, one might imagine a medieval Gothic estate. I could almost picture Macbethâs witches prowling the moors as he described it!Â
Though he offered me tea, Mr. Morris himself only drank from a strange silver flask from his coat. The liquid inside had a bitter, herby scent that I could not recognize. When I inquired about it, be simply called it his âpotionâ to help with his âcondition.â I did not press the subject further.Â
I look forward to working with Mr. Morris, and I believe I have found the perfect building for his museum. When the Morris Museum of Supernatural Oddities opens, he has promised me a private tour (I think Mina should like to go as well!)
#dracula daily#my ocs#cecil morris#my writing#jonathan harker#this is the silliest and most indulgent idea I've had
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i have always loved you
anonymous: How about about Sal and fem!Y/N raising a baby together? The two were FWBs, but then a slip-up resulted in Y/N becoming pregnant so they ended the sexual relationship and opted to co-parent. Thankfully, they were graduating from uni soon at the time of their slip-up. As the years roll by, Sal and Y/N grow closer and slowly fall in love. They get together after realizing their feelings for each other are genuine and eventually have another baby.
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warnings: she/her pronouns, pregnancy, FWB, nsfw, non-canonical Sally Face plotline word count: 3.6k Sal was a sentimental guy. He had a lot of feelings swirling around in his heart. Big feelings for a small guy. As true as that was, Sal was never one to see sex as anything sacred or sentimental. He didn't believe in "saving himself" for anyoneâit just wasn't something that was for him personally. To him, sex was just something that came to those that experienced sexual attraction. Arousal wasn't a foreign feeling to Sal, he had been a teenager once, too. Sal was attracted to her. This girlâSal barely even knew her name, godâwas just hot to him. His type, for sure. You were Niel's friend and greeted the group with a smile. Sal was twenty-one now. Twenty-one years old, never had a girlfriend, and a virgin. Sal supposed that his teenage years weren't exactly spent pining over girls or having sex. To Sal, virginity wasn't anything more than a social construct. So why was it that he was suddenly so aware of his own virginity as this girlâ(Name)âlaid below him with her brows furrowed in pleasure. It was dark, pitch-black almost, to the point where you couldn't make out the scarred features on Sal's face. Very much intentional. He was sure he looked like a fool, anyway. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lips parted as grunts and breathy moans came from his lips.
Sal's shaky hands came down to grab the sides of your hips, angling his own hips to thrust into you and pull your body back down on his dick. It was hot in every way, Sal felt like his entire body had been set on fire. His hair that had been messily pulled up into a bun was barely tied up anymore, blue strands stringing down from his ears. You screamed as Sal moved his hands up to your back, pulling your entire body up to manage a new position. You rode him as Sal's hips snapped back up in sharp rhythm to meet a steady pace, moaning loudly, shamelessly, as his cock buried deeper inside you with each thrust.
"Fâuck. Fuck!" you screamed, arms wrapping around Sal's neck as his teeth bit every so gently down into the curve of your neck. Your nails ran down his back, no doubt leaving scratches behind, which made Sal groan. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuckâ" Sal pushed you down to lay on your back, pulling out quickly and pumping the tip of his cock hastily before finishing on your stomach. The two of you breathed in quick rhythm, Sal eventually collapsing down on the mattress of his bed. He felt his face burn hot, realizing the rash decision he had made. He hadn't even asked. "S-Sorry," he gasped between breaths. You didn't seem to mind, giving him an honest "it's alright" before wiping your stomach off with a few tissues. You dismissed yourself to go take a shower after putting your clothes back on, the two of you suddenly hyper-aware of Sal's roommates.
Sal pulled his boxers back on as well as his prosthetic and laid out on his bed feeling embarrassed. He hadn't exactly...made you finish. Fuck, you probably thought he was some kind of loser. His first time and he finished in probably five minutes. All Sal could do was groan in mortification and get dressed, shamefully, of course.
He had already settled back into his bed with a video game by the time he heard a knock on his door. You made your way in after his go-ahead, hair wet and chipper.
"Hey," you said plainly. You pointed to a spot on his bed, and after his approval, you sat down comfortably. Sal felt embarrassed all over again. "Um...sorry. About that. I don't reallyâI mean, I've neverâ"
Your laugh cut him off. It seemed harmless, and Sal felt his shoulders relax a bit as you waved a dismissive hand. "Hey, don't worry about that. Seriously. I'm not going to judge you over sex." He gulped, staring at you beneath his prosthetic. You seemed awfully understanding, but your reassurance did make him feel better. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up again. "Maybe...we could keep doing that? If you'd want to? Sorry if that sounds intrusive."
"Like..." Sal paused, setting his game down and watching as your body language showed signs of bashfulness. He felt a bit surprised at your own timid nature. Hadn't you realized how bad he was at the sex stuff? Really, he only copied what he had seen in porn. Copied it poorly, that is. "Like some kind of friends with benefits thing? Even though I suck?" That made you laugh, and it was such a beautiful sight to behold. The bed shook as you turned to face him properly, legs crossed on his mattress. "I don't think you suck. Fuck, I sound like some kind of pervert...But, still. You don't have to say yes, of course...I just thought, well. I thought I would at least ask."
Sal would've been an idiot to say no.
The two of you continued like that for a while, probably for longer than you should've as just two friends. You were close friends, friends that fucked every once in a while. It seemed to satisfy the both of you, but you two were by no means careful. Usually, the two of you had sex on a whimâhe could recall the riskiest time was when the entire group was out shopping and the two of you got one out in a bathroom. Still, Sal just...never really considered the risks. Besides, the two of you had been doing it for this long, and nothing had happened, so the chances must be low, right?
...One morning you showed up at Sal's little shared house.
"...Hey. Are you the only one home right now?" Sal opened the door to let you in, eyes widening just a bit as he shrugged. Perhaps your relationship had gotten too casual, but he just hadn't ever stopped to even ponder the situation. Sure, he had a little crush on you when Niel introduced you to the group, but that turned into a sexual relationship. Maybe Sal had feelings for you. Maybe they were buried so deeply that Sal never even realized. But he knew that, even outside of your sexual relationship, that he cared for you regardless.
"Yeah. It's a little early, isn't it?" You breezed past him, sitting down at the dining table and sliding a wrapped breakfast sandwich across the table, a gesture for him to sit. He watched as you bit into your own, curious. "Did you just want to talk?" You offered him a smile, one that signaled that you were here not to have sex, but instead to just be a friend.
Sometimes Sal couldn't help but wonder. He'd get lost in his thoughts, listening to ambient music in his room, what would life be like if you two had just stayed friends? Maybe that could've lead to a real relationship. Maybe. And the two of you weren't in a situation where it was awkward, or where they would have to sneak out of the other's room after a night of sex. They could cuddle and wake up next to each other, have some breakfast, and carry on. Sal always felt butterflies when he woke up and you were sleeping next to him. In some ways, he felt wrong for feeling that way. He didn't know what to feel. Perhaps a part of him figured that this was the closest he would ever be able to get to have a real romance with you. Sal didn't know. It hurt his head if he thought about it for too long, so really, why even bother pondering the possibilities?
But when you sat across from him, so mundane, eating a breakfast sandwich and looking sleepy, how could he not feel these things?
"Is that bad? If I just talk?" you looked up at him, hoping you hadn't caught him in the middle of anything important. It wasn't bad. It was never bad. Sal always had time for you. "No, I was just laying around. Todd and Niel went off to the supermarket, and I think Larry is out in the shed."
"Right, well..." you paused, biting your lip. "Okay, so you know how we always promised to be open with one another? Like transparency?" Sal quirked an eyebrow, nodding and gesturing for you to go ahead. "Yeah, so like. Fuck, man, I'm just gonna come out and say it. I missed my fucking period." At this, he saw your hands clench a bit harder down on the sandwich you were holding. Your eyes gathered tears in the bottom lid, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "A-And I don't know if that means anything, like shit. It couldn't, and I would be here just freaking you the fuck out, but I dunno man. I'm just...Shit, I don't fucking know what the hell I would do if I were..." Sal stayed silent, the cogs turning slowly in his head.
"A-And I don't know, like, I'm twenty-two. I know a lot of people have kids by now, but I justâI don't know, and it's not like I'm asking you to be super involved it's justâ"
"What? I would want to be involved." Sal's lips seemed to move on their own, but it was just so painfully obvious to him. Obviously. Obviously, he wanted to be involved. It wasn't a question, really. The two of you had known each other for about a year now, and even though nothing was truly going on...Truth to be told, Sal couldn't help but think about you even after you were gone.
After about five positive pregnancy tests, the two of you agreed to stop your situation. There were a lot of tears, more so from you with Sal rubbing circles on your back. You would cry to him about how you weren't ready, or how you were going to fuck up, and all Sal could do was be there for you. Sal didn't see him as much as a father type. In fact, the two of you hadn't even ever worked out what the situation was. He wasn't even sure there was a situation.
It was strange. Sal wasn't a father. He didn't look like a father. He didn't know how a father was supposed to behave. Sal spent his weekends playing video games and learning Pokemon themes on his guitar, that wasn't what a father was supposed to do. At the very least, Sal had already moved his bed and belongings to the basement of the house and made a makeshift nursery in his bedroom.
A baby girl, chubby and crying had come after months of going back and forth on what to do. It was strange. Sal never saw himself as an adult. He'd grown in height and gained some tone in his body, yet still he couldn't differentiate the person in the mirror from the kid who used to wear pigtails every day and get pushed around in school.
What was probably worse is that Sal didn't feel a connection with his child. The child was his, undoubtedly, but he didn't feel much. He had read and heard about parents being so enamored and parents who just immediately felt love for their child, but Sal didn't. He stared back at the baby girl, her features taking after yours for the most part, yet hair as blue as the sky, and furrowed his brow. You, on the other hand, held the child close to you, foreheads touched together as the baby cried and you let out shaky breaths. Parents didn't always have that immediate connection with their children, but, even still...Sal could open his heart up just this time for a child. For you. Even though he had seen the worst of what the world had to offer, he would try.
Try he did. Sal couldn't see any other reason to do anything but for his child. Diane. That was her name. There wasn't any other option, and you had almost instantly agreed. Henry cried, the recollection of his late wife and his memory as a father had come forward as he sobbed when Sal's baby had touched his face for the first time, tugging at his beard. Sal's dad hadn't been there for him when he needed it most, coming around in an attempt to make things right when it was almost too late, but Sal refused to make that mistake. He did everything for his daughter. He was taking online college courses to get a degree in graphics. He did so much, too much, maybe, as in the wake of his determination the two of you hadn't even discussed your own relationship. In fact, it never even came to mind until Larry had asked. The two were sitting outside after having met up at the lake. Larry, moved out by now and living in a shared apartment closer to his community college, and Sal, still living with you, Todd, and Neil, sat in the grass drinking sodas.
"So...I don't know, man."
"Huh?" Sal had looked over at him. The sun had just barely dipped down beyond the horizon, the sky a pale purple. Larry shrugged, pursing his lips together in thought. "You know, a lot of people who have a kid and live together are at least dating. In most situations." Sal continued to stare, the realization of his words sinking in. Larry was right. Sal knew he was right. Perhaps Sal had forgotten. And that was truthful, too. It was so easy to forget when the two of you were living together, raising a child, and maybe just every once in a while waking up next to each other like you used to.
"And don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. In fact, I couldn't be happier for you. Ash too. You haven't really been this happy, this grounded, since you got here. To Nockfell. It's just...I dunno. Haven't you ever thought of, like, marriage?"
Marriage. Yeah, Sal had thought of marriage. The first time he saw his child he thought of it. The first time he held her, the first time he had taken off his prosthetic and his little girl just stared up at him in the same way before her little hands reached up and grabbed at his nose, he thought of marriage. Even before that. When your stomach was swollen, seven months pregnant, and Sal had caught you staring down at your stomach with a swirling mix of emotions behind your eyes, he thought of marriage. The two of you slept in the same bed. Every time he'd wake up next to you, he thought of marriage.
Sal Fisher was so undeniably in love with you. He had been so undeniably in love with you, maybe even from the first time he laid eyes on you. It hadn't ever been about sex. It had been about you. About how you smiled at him, and how your arms would wrap around his shoulders as you kissed him deeply. It had always been about you. Sal had been so blinded, he truly thought sex was the only way to keep you around. But now...Well, shit, what now?
"...I have," Sal finally responded. "I love her."
Larry stared at his friend, Sal's eyes roaming over the moon's reflection in the water.
"Isn't that answer enough?"
. . .
Little Diane was two, now. Sal finished his basic courses and graduated from the two-year school. The two of you were busy packing up your daughter's belongings into boxes, a moving truck waiting outside.
"Are you sure we cant convince you to stay?" Niel joked, hand intertwined in Todd's. Todd nudged his husband, laughing a bit with a furrowed brow. "Yeah, it's not like they have a kid or anything." You laughed, smiling brightly at the two. It had been a long journey of memories in this little house. It wouldn't ever be a place you nor Sal would forget. But it was time to move on. Sal had gotten accepted into a college to finish out his degree, and you had managed to get a job with a lot of flexibility in the same area.
"Yeah, but...California. It's just so far. And so different from Nockfell."
"True, but I think that's a good thing, honestly. This town is so strange...I could never figure out why, but it just gave me this feeling...And I don't want Diane spending her childhood years here." Todd exchanged a knowing look with Sal, the two remaining silent about the shared knowledge. Todd cleared his throat, ridding his head of the foul memories. "I suppose you're right. We'll have to come and visit sometime."
Larry and Ash had come over to the house as well, all helping you and Sal move and disassemble furniture. Gizmo was purring happily on the couch, content to watch the rest of you do all the heavy lifting until it was time to go. Henry and Lisa had even come over, Diane resting in her grandfather's arms. With all of the helping hands, you and Sal were about ready to get moving in just a few hours,
The two of you stood outside the house, your daughter asleep in her car seat in the back of the moving truck. It was strange. Sal had spent years in this town. He was just a kid. A kid that played guitar and a kid that loved video games. A kid that would search for an hour with his best friend Larry for quarters hiding around Addison Apartments just to buy a bag of chips from the lousy vending machines downstairs. A kid that had gotten mixed up with the supernatural that he would be sure to protect his daughter from. A kid that simply met a friend of a friend and fell in love with her smile. Sal couldn't help but wonder how different his life would be if not for you.
You and Sal exchanged your goodbyes tearfully with your friends and family, promising to keep in touch. And finally, with a turn of a key, you were off to a new life. It was a long drive in which Sal reflected on his life. He could've been a nobody. He could've been that weird kid with some weird mask and from a weird town. Just another picture in a yearbook. Maybe in another life, he had been a murder. He chuckled...how unlikely. He couldn't have ever imagined his life like this. Sal Fisher, the family man. He wasn't too sure that his face would fit in at a PTA meeting.
After hours on the road and multiple stops, the two of you arrived at a neighborhood with a row of brick townhomes lining the road. They weren't the best or the most luxurious, but they were within walking distance of schools and a good driving distance from Sal's university and your job. Maybe it was a bit cliche, and in sincerity, all too normal for Sal's life. He was the guy who had talked to ghosts, and yet he was about to move into a cookie-cutter neighborhood with a kid.
The two of you stepped into the house, the smell of dust being the most prominent. It would need cleaning and hard work, but it was yours. Sal didn't think he was exactly cut out for the whole "white picket fence" family, but a family nonetheless.
A family. A husband, a wife, and a daughter. Except, that wasn't his situation. He had a friend and a daughter.
Sal stared at his life. Twenty-five. Years had gone by, probably in the most unexpected way that Sal could ever imagine for himself, yet he still felt as if he hadn't moved very far with you. But you were here. In a house that you two had bought together, with eyes he had stared into for four years. His daughter with his mother's name and his hair was in your arms, giggling and squirming around, eager to crawl around the new environment. He looked over at you, eyes shining bright with hope of a new adventure and lips upturned in a smile.
"Can you believe it? Sal, our own place. This is insane. Can you believe it?" your head turned to meet his gaze, tears gathering in your eyelids. Sal stared at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Sal?"
"Marry me."
The words came out fast, but the same nonetheless. The weight of them wasn't something Sal was aware of. He had been thinking of this for years. Never the right time, never the right place. But everything seemed right. Standing here, seeing you smile the same way as you did at that first meeting years ago. It was different now. He couldn't imagine a life without you in it. Sal wanted to see you smile as he slid a wedding band on your ring finger. He fantasized about his little girl walking down and throwing petals. It was silly, but it was what he wanted. He was sure of it.
"W-What?"
"Marry me. I love you."
You stared at him, mouth agape as the breath was taken from you. This was Sal. The father of your child. It was Sal, the one who had refused to leave your side when you were pregnant. Who stayed calm when you couldn't. Who had played with your daughter and refused to stop smiling for her. Even before that, it was the same Sal who had kissed you like there was nothing else in the world to do. Sal Fisher was full of love to give and wanted nothing but the best for everyone around him despite the world throwing so many challenges his way. What other response was there to give?
Sal took your hand after lowering his prosthetic, eyes staring seriously. "Will you marry me?"
"...Yes."
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Yandere red hood with an Christmas angel/ghost s/o? A twits on the Christmas carol story? Please
Christmas Carol: Yandere Jason Todd
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Yandere Jason Todd:
Jason doesn't know when he saw you. Was it when he was dying? Or when he was dead? Or when he was in Lazarus pit, coming back from the dead? He knows, he knew even when you visited him in his "dreams", that its not real. That you weren't actually there with him when he saw it all. The past, the present, the future. But what he experienced during this period was eye opening for him.
In his "vision", he was visited by you. Or something that looked like you. You had a bright glow around your body. He thinks there might have been a halo too but he's not sure. All he remembers is that you looked holy. Like an angel. You walked towards his bloody body, and you caressed his cheek, and all the pain disappeared. "(Y/n)? What- what are you doing here?" With a soft smile, you said to him "its okay. I'm here to help you." "What? You need to get out of here, (Y/n)-" but you cut him off, "come with me Jason." A bright light flashed before his eyes and suddenly he was outside a cafe. Jason was perplexed. How the hell did he get here? And where is he? The latter question was soon answered when you appeared by his side, a calm smile gracing your face. "Do you remember how we met?" He followed your gaze, looking inside the cafe. There you were, looking as dead as possible with a customer screaming in your face. And then he, or well past he, walked in the cafe and saw the commotion. Jason butted in and intimidated the customer, making him leave the cafe. You smiled and thanked Jason, giving him his coffee on the house. And just like that, you guys became friends. He would frequent your workplace a lot at first, making you laugh with his corny jokes. You were a cool friend, in Jason's eyes. A sweet girl really. Your friendship became even stronger when you found out that he was Red Hood and promised to keep that information to yourself.
The scene changed before his eyes as another flash of white occurred; now he was in your apartment. Jason looked around your apartment, and located you when you came out of your bedroom. Opening the lounge window, you let a dark figure in. It was him again. You had allowed Jason to let himself in your apartment during his patrols for some coffee breaks. You were a great barista. You and his past self were talking about random stuff, as you guys usually would. "Do you remember what happened that day?"your angelic form appeared beside him. What happened? Jason looked at the scene in front of him. You were laughing at his jokes again, his past self was looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. Jason remembers now. He stepped forward to stop his past self but you called him back. "They can't see us Jason" you replied. And so, Jason had to relive the embarrassing moment again. He confessed his feelings for you that day. He thought you felt the same way, but you didn't. You turned him down, as politely as you could. He was a little hurt but he didn't take it to heart. And you were glad for that. You didn't want to lose a good friend and neither did he. So you both continued on with life as if that night never happened.
As Jason wondered why you were showing him his past and whether he was really dead, a bright flash came again. This time he was again in your apartment, but it was all dark. He could hear sobs coming from your bedroom. Panicked, he hurried in there, and the sight broke him.
There you were on your bed, crying yourself out. Your eyes were all red, lips all wobbly, your face flushed and puffy. Your pillow damp with your tears, as your body racked with your sobs. You were having trouble breathing. Taking in little breaths before you continued crying. His heart clenched in pain. A phone in your hands as you stared at your screen. Why were you crying? Jason moved to see what was on your phone, ready to beat up whoever put you in this state. It was him. You were looking at pictures of him. You played a video of you both laughing and talking about random stuff. Was he- was he really dead? This time, Jason didn't even have to look away from you before angel you came beside him. He fisted his hands in anger. "Why am I here?" You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm just trying to help you. Look at her. What your absence has done to her. Your death has caused this, Jason." You confirmed his suspicions. This was the present. And he really was dead. "Take me back. I don't want to be here anymore."he whispered. "Just one more stop." You told him, before yet another blinding flash occurred.
This time he was on a street. Looking around, he knew this was the bad part of town. He hoped you weren't wandering around here. And that's when he heard it. Your scream. It came from the old warehouse in front of him. He dashed towards it, anxiety and fear kicking in as to what he was about to witness. He heard him before he saw him. His laugh. Joker was here. With you. As he bashed through the doors, he wished he could gouge his own eyes out. There you laid on the floor. Your body bearing witness to the torture you had been put through, body violated in all ways possible. Joker was...mutilating you now. He was now cutting your legs off. And you were both screaming and laughing. Your eyes full of tears as you howled in laughter. He must've tortured you mentally. Jason tried to stop him. He tried to get Joker off you, but his body just went through. Jason felt like he stopped breathing. Suddenly, you turned your bloodied head towards him, looking him straight in the eyes. A scared look appeared on your face. Like a little girl. "Jason." You whispered, reaching out for him with your hand, before you stopped breathing, arm falling down. Your eyes were empty. Time had stopped. Jason didn't realise he was crying until you, or angel you came to him and wiped them. "She's dead?"Jason barely managed to whisper. You shook your head, "she will be. This happens in her future. A future without you. She doesn't have anyone to protect her. You need to be there for her Jason." "But I did. She doesnt want to be with me-" Jason replied but then you interrupted him. "Then look what happened to her. She needs you. You need to make her realise that she needs you. Do whatever you must in order to protect her. Save her from this fate, Jason. Or be prepared to see her lifeless eyes again." Jason looked at you. Something snapped in mind when he looked at your dead body. But your words delivered the final blow. You can't be dead. You need to be saved from this filthy world. He'd rather die again then let anything ever to you. "Do you understand, Jason?" Jason's eyes hardened, an unreadable expression on his face. "I understand. Take me back."
And then Jason woke up in Lazarus pit. He had been resurrected. But his main concern was you. As soon as he was healed enough, Jason went to look for you. Turns out you had left the city. You were still alive and that's all that mattered.
It was Christmas by the time Jason had found you. He was in your apartment, waiting for you. You had gone to a friends Christmas party. Jason snooped around your bedroom, collecting all the stuff you'll be needing when you'll live with him.
Of course he was going to take you. You need to be protected. He can't let his nightmare come true. He'd rather die.
You still had a framed picture of you and him by your bedside table. Once Jason heard the door knob jingle, he hid himself in the shadows of your room. You entered your room, still on cloud 9 from the party to notice Jason. As per routine, you said "hey Jason."to the picture frame on your table. Precious. Jason moved out of the shadows, before saying "hey princess".
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A/N: Hey, yâall!!! Hereâs another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!
WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!
It wasnât that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a âthank youâ from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldnât help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielleâs home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.
But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldnât be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gothamâs villains. Even Bruce couldnât help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.
It was one hilarious but memorable sight.
But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.
He wondered what his life would be like not being everyoneâs hero.
No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where heâll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.
Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.
Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...
He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.
Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbaraâs five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.
Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jasonâs ass about when heâs finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that theyâll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.
Jason couldnât believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.
With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isnât much considering they have their own lives.
And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.
Before Jasonâs thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.
He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.
Weâve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, sheâll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time Iâm asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.
The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it werenât for Bruce, Jason wouldnât have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.
Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that itâs unlocked. Mostly because heâs OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.
The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But heâs not like that anymore. Oh, no heâs not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesnât mean heâs not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.
Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.
He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...
Fuck it. Iâm going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.
Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!
Danielle gasps in surprise. âJason! What-what are you doing home so early?!â she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.
The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. Heâs shaking badly, and heâs sputtering like an idiot.
âOh, oh God! This is Jason? Youâre with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! Iâm gonna fucking die!â the man cries out.
âSHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!â Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer thatâs built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. âWHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!â
Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. Sheâs actually...crying?
âThis is Paul-â
âDonât fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!â
Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paulâs head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.
Paul covers his eyes and cries. âOf fuck...please donât kill me. Oh God, please donât...â
Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He wonât admit heâs crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.
âSo, what the fuck, Dani? Youâre seriously sleeping with someone else?â Jason asks, rhetorically of course. âIn our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!â
âJason, please. I-I didnât want you to find out this way,â Dani says.
âBut you wanted me to find out?â Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. âYou wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything weâve fucking been through!â
âBecause you werenât here! You werenât here tonight!â Dani yells.
âWhat the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASNâT HERE TONIGHT?!â
Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. âMaybe I should leave...â he mumbles.
âHow about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!â Jason spits out. He grabs Paulâs throat and drags him across the bedroom.
âDONâT HURT HIM! PLEASE DONâT HURT HIM, JASON!â Dani cries out.
Jason was seeing red. He couldnât see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.
âSTOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!â Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.
When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paulâs face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesnât care. At all.
Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. âHereâs whatâs going to happen, Paul. Youâre not going to open your fucking mouth. Youâre not going to tell anyone about my home. Youâre not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? Youâre going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And youâre going to walk out of here naked. Youâre not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, youâre just going leave. NOW.â
âB-but what about my-my clothes?â Paul stutters.
Jason quickly collects all of Paulâs clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. âYou donât need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that youâll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.â
âYes sir. Iâm sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,â Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. âWhy couldnât she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!â
As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasnât felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jasonâs only left with a sense of sadness and he doesnât even know what to do about it.
The silence is killing them. Heâs no fool. He can see sheâs trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because sheâs looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.
But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/Nâs puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/Nâs Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.
But Daniâs eyes donât. Thereâs no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/Nâs.
âIâm...Iâm so sorry, Jay,â Dani begins.
âDonât call me that. You donât get to call me that anymore,â Jason interrupts angrily. He doesnât even know why sheâs apologizing. He knows he canât forgive her. He wonât forgive her.
Dani scoffs. âYou canât seriously be pissed off at me. Youâve fucking cheated before. Youâve slept around like Bruce does. You canât fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!â
âYouâre forgetting that I used to do that!â Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everythingâs going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. âI havenât done any of that shit since weâve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.â
âCry me a fucking river, Jason,â Dani spits out.
âNope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.â
Dani doesnât put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason sheâll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.
âThe thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.â
The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.
He needs Y/N.
Jason needs his best friend.
Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.
âHello?â
Jason pauses, and he wonders if heâs making a mistake. Maybe she wonât come. He hasnât been a particularly good friend to her lately. âY/N, I need you. I...need you, please...â
âIâm on my way.â
Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldnât help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldnât breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.
Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. Heâs never lived with a girlfriend before either.
He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.
âJason?â Y/N calls out.
Jason whips around fast and grins. Heâs buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. âY/N!â
Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.
âYouâre soaked...and cold,â
âItâs raining outside like it always does,â Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. âLet me take off my coat and get warmed up.â
Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. Sheâs wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt heâs positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.
Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because sheâs always there for him.
Sheâs always been here for me, hasnât she? Why havenât I seen it before? He thinks to himself.
Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.
âThat...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,â Jason admits sheepishly.
Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. âIt doesnât have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,â she says.
âOnly with you, sweetheart.â
Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jasonâs already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.
Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. âNo more tonight...please.â
He canât help but nod his head. Sheâs right, heâs had enough to drink. He canât numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. Thatâs why when Jason starts crying, he doesnât feel embarrassment or anything. Y/Nâs seen him at his best and worst; and sheâs still here no matter what.
The movie is playing, but theyâre not watching it. Jason canât even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.
She doesnât ask why heâs crying. Jason knows Y/Nâs caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. Thatâs why he doesnât move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.
Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.
âItâs okay, Jay. What youâre feeling right now, itâs not forever. You wonât feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,â Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. âIâll always be here for you. Always and forever.â
Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what heâs just realized.
âYouâve always been mine, havenât you?â Jason whispers.
Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jasonâs chest. âIt took you long enough to see it,â she answers.
âIâm a fucking idiot,â he says, nodding his head in agreement.
âNo, no you just made a mistake and now youâre going to give me what we both deserve,â Y/N says softly.
âYes, maâam.â
Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason canât say no and deny her that.
He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvisâ touch appropriately.
âI would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because itâs seriously fucked up, doll,â Jason says in between his kisses. âAnother manâs cum is stained all over my blankets...in case thatâs not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.â
Y/N caresses Jasonâs cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.
âItâs okay,â Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. âIâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and sheâs not going anywhere. And thatâs all his heart needs to move forward.
When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. Sheâs braless. Jasonâs sharp intake of breath is evident when he canât take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.
His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/Nâs naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.
Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jasonâs underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.
âI promise Iâll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...â Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. âI need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.â
Y/N nods and looks deep into Jasonâs eyes. âFeel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.â
Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/Nâs pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.
âFuck...Jay move, please,â Y/N moans.
Heâs more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.
Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/Nâs g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.
âOh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?â Jason moans out.
Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jasonâs waist. âY-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!â Y/N cries out.
âFuck yeah, Iâll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!â heâs panting, heâs giving her everything she wants.
Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/Nâs body. Heâs already on the verge of cumming, but he canât help it. Y/Nâs moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows thisâll be over any second, but he promised her heâll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.
He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. Heâs so close. Heâs so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.
âCum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,â Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.
Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and sheâs sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jasonâs face contorted in amazement at her.
More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.
âCum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I canât wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,â Y/N says seductively.
Jasonâs face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.
He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesnât fall off the couch.
Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.
Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.
Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/Nâs in his arms, and sheâs carrying their child in her womb.
That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesnât seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.
âAre you okay now?â Y/N asks softly.
Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesnât quite know what to say but figures he should try.
âWith you in my arms, Iâm fucking perfect, princess.â
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TIM DRAKE IS NOT ROBIN
It just so happens when Tim was planning to find Dick, his parents suddenly call him to tell him that there's a party or an event or just something on the other side of the world he can attend with them.
Sometimes they do this and Tim always says yes. It's as rare as leap years. Meaning it has happened only three times in his life before. He agonized over it. But you know, Tim's just a kid and there's no guarantee he can actually do something about Batman and Nightwing. Besides, Batman's been managing -if you can call it that- this long, with Alfred by his side, who's words certainly weights more heavily than the neighbours kid. He can afford a couple of weeks away from Gotham. By that time, Batman probably would've gotten his head straight. He's a hero, he's like, really strong, if anyone can get through this... besides, Tim figures Superman or Wonder Woman will do something before he truly crosses the line, right? Why would a kid know better than real superheroes, right? They must just be waiting until they're really needed. Right? Even though Tim personally thinks they should've at the very least locked Batman up somewhere he can't harm anyone or himself if they can't convince Dick to go back to being Robin. They're heroes.
Tim really wants to spend time with his parents. But before he leaves, he sends letters to every place he thinks Dick may be. The Titans Towers, his apartment in Bludhaven, where he lives with Starfire, Haly's circus, even to houses of his friends heroes. (Tim is twelve/thirteen alright. And one that has maybe below average self-awareness and his letters were very polite even if the act itself might've been vaguely sort of threatening).
So Tim leaves Gotham to spend time with his parents. It's busy, his parents keep him busy, and he doesn't have much time to dedicate to the news from Gotham. And really, if this is how it always is, no wonder his parents don't always have attention to spare on their kid in Gotham. So many things to do, so many things to attend, so many people to meet, and even more sites to visit. And the fighting. Tim hadn't realize it was this bad and suddenly thinks that, you know, it might've been better if he did stay back home. He realizes his parents actually brought him with them because they think a kid will somehow... magically fix them...??? Tim doesn't know, adults can be stupid.
Eventually, they realize the wrong in their ways and sends Tim back when his presence proves ineffective. Tim comes back to the city burning.
Well, not literally, but sort of.
Parts of it are burning. But not the whole thing. That's something.
Batman has been missing. And looking into it, at his last appearance, Tim surmise he retained a heavy wound.
(Or he's dead, not like they'll reveal it to the city just to cause more chaos and panic.) Batman seems to be out of the field and that was what Tim wanted, before he would've crossed the line.
Only, thing is, he'd already revealed too much weakness. The Batsignal had been taken down after one too many close calls on the perps they pick up. And the violence only raised from there.
(The first month when Batman and Robin and Batgirl's absence started to become suspicious. The second month Batman is deep in his spiral of violence. The third month Tim follows him around and then makes plants to pick up Dick that doesn't come to fruition and then sends his letters and then leaves. Six weeks with his parents, a few days from and to Gotham, two weeks to get caught up with what happened in Gotham. Batman is out, recovering, resting, dying, who knows.
Five months was all it took for Gotham to go to hell. And all it took was one dead son.)
Spoiler rises.
Gotham has a new champion.
Tim regrets that he hadn't been able to help. Tim will help.
Tim has a new champion.
Spoiler has a fixation on Cluemaster. It's not that difficult to go from there.
As long as, one, you know who was giving the police the answers to Cluemaster's gimmick. And two, that you know there even is a new vigilante because Spoiler is not like Batman who beats perps and leave them on the sidewalk for the police to pick up.
For wearing an almost eyesearing purple costume, Spoiler prefers to keep in the shadows and if not for the time Tim had trailed after Batman's madness, he wouldn't have learned the streets enough to notice the hints.
Tim purchase a laptop, watch tutorials day in and day out, buys pieces from junkyards to fiddle with wires and boards, and leaves Stephanie Brown a gift on her windowsill with a purple ribbon. Tim greets Spoiler over the comms. He calls himself Asset.
(It is not well-thought out because Stephanie takes to calling the mystery person who snuck into her room and refuses to give anything about themselves out 'Ass'. Tim did not actually sneak into her room but sent a drone to drop off his gift. Steph doesn't budge.)
Tim is not yet good enough to hack into cameras around Gotham. He finds he's good with a computer but not that good, his real talent lies not in the software but in the wires and soldering iron and the tiny bug camera/audio he has Spoiler plant around Gotham. If he can't take other cameras, he'll make them. (Also in case someone more experienced at hacking than he is manages to get in the system, Tim has a self-destruct button just for that. Yes, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is a good role models for mad scientist wannabes.)
A week is all it takes for Spoiler and Asset to get all the necessary evidence against Cluemaster. They celebrate. They are thirteen year olds and they just prevented a bomb from going off and put a bad man behind bars. They are high. They find more cases, for the most part C-rank villains and bellow but they also help with the big names by Spoiler planting more cameras and Tim sending the data and feeds for her to drop off to Jim Gordon. He is the only one who knows of the characters that have risen after Batman's sleep and can guess enough from Spoiler's stiff shoulders to keep that to himself.
Then...
Then it is six months and two weeks.
Tim watch from his now multiple screen behind his walk-in closet as a grave is dug out from the inside. Because S&A have put cameras everywhere just in case. After all, it's places you think are of no interest that criminals will sought to make deals in.
Tim does not send his partner to what may be a zombie but instead tells her to clear the direction Jason is stumbling towards. It takes him minutes to realize that Jason is patrolling his Robin patrol. Jason is sent to the hospital and Tim contacts them to list him under the Drakes, paying for his room and every other necessities. Has him transferred to the hospital that Drake medical industries is personally funding. When asked the name, Tim says Alvin Draper. He gets a cab to the hospital, finds Jason knocked out, peers at Robin's face. It's when they're alone, the previously dead boy's hands wrapped in bandages that Tim confirms in disbelief that as far as he knows, the boy matches Jason Todd. As if him digging his way out of Jason Todd's grave wasn't enough. Granted, Tim doesn't even know the shade of his eyes, so he's not the best judge.... Tim snaps a picture from different angles of the room and takes another cab back to Bristol while thinking up a story.
Tim knocks on the neighbour, tells them he's got something of Jason and if he can see Mr. Wayne. Tim is surprised himself by how relieved he is to see Bruce standing alive and well. Or not standing, leg and arm in a cast, an IV beside him on the couch in the drawing room. Tim weaves his story. Little Tim Drake wandering around Gotham, stumbles on a bunch of medic picking up a boy that Tim recognises as the neighbour's dead kid, pays for his hospital bills, takes a couple of pictures after the first aid or whatever and gives Bruce the pictures. Bruce makes his way to the hospital.....
I've lost steam at this point.
You decide if they arrive to see Jason and Bruce and Alfred is all tearful while Tim awkwardly leaves the room to resume his brainstorming on the S&A latest case, or they find an empty bed and Bruce goes on a frenzy tracking his undead lost son.
Additional idea: So Tim not being there didn't kill Bruce, but Bruce has been crippled and Batman is dead now. So without Robin, Batman did die.
Maybe Dick comes back to become Batman with Jason as his Robin, since that's not a combination often seen (Or the Batman Jason and Robin Tim, that's more common, though I'm loath to give up Spoiler and Asset). Around this time Babs comes back to the scene as Oracle with the birds of prey.
Additional additional idea to how they'll work with everyone back on the scene: since the Bats have the fighters and more equipped to report to time sensitive stuff, maybe S&A focus more on cold cases. Where Spoiler goes sneaking around, poking at old cases with Asset in her ears, figuring out puzzles and old clues, making breakthrough after breakthrough and bringing long overdue justice together.
Either the Drakes dies without Batman there to slap the poison out of Jack's hands because he's too busy searching for his son, or maybe they live with Tim able to direct Batman there immediately. Either way, Drake industry sponsors S&A, so now Spoiler also has toys like the Spoil... er plane??? Spoiler bike??? Eh, the name's work in progress.
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