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thewolfwithblackfur · 1 year ago

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"I was raised and expected to be a beast.

A beast is what he wanted,

A beast is what he got."

Name: Stratus Silvaton Gender: Female Date of Birth: Oct. 31st Age: 230 Species: Lycanborn werewolf Place of Birth: Cold Spring, New York Former Occupation: Dress designer Places of Residence: New York City, Cold Spring, and many safehouses located around the US and Canada. Hair color and style: Red, Down, half-do, or pinned up. Languages: English, later on learns ASL (American sign language)

Fierce, vain, loyal, and persistent, this woman is a typical Lycanborn, and usually, the way to gain her favor is through flattery. (One could be persistent and annoy her as well.) Upon first meeting her, she tends to come off a bit… Feral and immediately distrusting, and if one is winning against her during a battle, she is not against self-preservation and running to fight another day. However, one should not let that push you away though, once one gets to know her, she can be compassionate, sweet, and gentle. She tends to show her softer side to the young and values their lives more than anything, regardless of the species. Though getting her to show anyone else this side would have to take some convincing, once one has won her heart, she tends to be in it for the long haul. Stratus is a complicated individual who just needs time to warm up to another and realize she’s not at threat. Once she’s calmed down, she will eventually reveal her human form to one as a sign of trust, as she is most vulnerable in this form to injury and or death.

Stratus grew up in Cold Spring, New York, alongside her parents and older brother Gordon. However, by the age of twelve, both her and Gordon's parents had been killed by hunters, leaving the two on their own with Gordon raising her. While raising her, he teaches and trains her in how to lure in and kill her own victims, and even uses her as bait several times. By the time she shifted for the first time, she had taken her first body on her own, and by twenty-four she had claimed her nineteenth body. Over time, however, she grew bored of her repetitive life and ventured out on her own and winds up spending over twenty years in the wilds of Yellowstone National Park, traveling to the Arctic Circle of Northern Canada.

While traveling, she befriends a human named Jason and grows quite fond of him. However, when Gordon discovers her relationship with Jason, he kills him. Gordon criticizes her for becoming too attached to humans and cautions her to be more careful before she meets the same fate. Gordon then brings her back to Cold Spring in an attempt to show her the errors of her actions. Sadly it formed a rift between the two siblings, causing Stratus to avoid the house she grew up in and chose to remain a wolf in the wooded areas of Cold Spring. Later she eventually moves to New York City where she invests her time in dress design.

While spending her time in New York City, Stratus encounters a young woman who is undergoing the transformation into a wolf one evening. Stratus decides to stay with the young woman and takes her to her house to provide care for the changing werewolf. The two spend the next five months together developing a tight sisterly bond. Sadly things took a turn for the worse as the young wolf started killing people more frequently, resulting in her death and Stratus being driven out of the city.

Returning to Cold Spring, she makes an agreement with Gordon that allows her to remain in the wild as long as she stays in the area and avoids any contact with others. Spending another ten years in the woods of Cold Spring, Stratus turned off her humanity and lived as a wolf until crossing paths with Rebecca, Cara, Emma, and Mayleen. Immediately becoming fearful of her brother, she pushes the small pack away. However, the group persists and eventually convince her to take the three young wolves under her wing.

Enraged by the revelation of Stratus breaking their agreement, Gordon angrily confronts her and the unfamiliar group. Stratus, desperate to placate him, tries to communicate with the already furious werewolf without success. Holding the new individuals responsible for clouding his sister's judgment, Gordon aggressively charges toward the female wolves, intending to bite Rebecca, but ends up savagely attacking Stratus instead, who had positioned herself in harm's way. Devastated and feeling betrayed by his sister's actions, the male retreats, forbidding any further interaction with the strangers.

Finally having had enough, she runs away after the girls after realizing that her brother cannot be reasoned with.

"My brother... He had a change of heart,

And decided my happiness was more important,

For once."

"... We should hurry before his heart changes again then."

- Stratus & Rebecca

Hobbies: Running, sparring, sunbathing, dancing, singing, hanging out in nature, hunting/fishing, reading, telling stories of her travels and time in the wild.

Habits: When feeling threatened or angered, she often curls her upper lip and makes snarling and growling noises under her breath. She tends to distance herself from others due to fear of getting too close. In her Lycan form, she has a habit of plucking her own fur or scratching excessively when extremely stressed. In human form, she tends to pace repeatedly and may even spy on those she is concerned for. If she feels threatened in her Lycan form, she will raise her tail in a dominant posture and slowly stalk around the perceived threat in an attempt to intimidate them. She only reveals her human form to individuals she trusts wholeheartedly or those who have earned her trust through significant actions.

#stratus silvaton

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w0efulboopsoul · 2 years ago

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"I was raised and expected to be a beast.

A beast is what he wanted,

A beast is what he got."

Name: Stratus Silvaton Gender: Female Date of Birth: Oct. 31st Age: 230 Species: Lycanborn werewolf Place of Birth: Cold Spring, New York Former Occupation: Dress designer Place of Residence: New York City, Cold Spring, and several safehouses located around the US and Canada thanks to May. Hair color and style: Red, Down, half-do, or pinned up. Languages: English, later on learns ASL (American sign language)

Finally having had enough, she runs away after the girls after realizing that her brother cannot be reasoned with.

"My brother... He had a change of heart,

And decided my happiness was more important,

For once."

"... We should hurry before his heart changes again then."

- Stratus & Rebecca

Hobbies: Running, sparring, sunbathing, dancing, singing, hanging out in nature, hunting/fishing, reading, telling stories of her travels and time in the wild.

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘

#w0e's characters!#data report: Stratus Silvaton #PACKLEADER IS HERE #STRATUS IN THE HOUSE

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gimjarack · 2 months ago

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I have very different "canon" romances in the games, here's how they go in way too much detail lol:

(also don't have one for Inquisition yet, I played through it when I was 14 and without knowing the previous games existed and didn't understand or appreciate the story like I do now. Don't remember my romance choices back then tbh. Currently replaying it on Steam, and still haven't decided who to romance yet, so my Qunari mage girlboss might be aroace?)

Warden: dalish male warrior named Jimalithor (Jim for short obv) X Zevran. A primarily romantic relationship, although Zevran occasionally wants to "keep his skills in the sheets sharpened" and the sex between them is less carnal desire and more intimate closeness with a LOT of cuddling. Jim is a stalwart shield that always wanted to protect the people close to them, and Tamlen's fate pushed that desire to extremes that did end up saving the world- at the cost of making him a massive overprotective worrywart. Zevran helps him out of his armored soul, reminding Jim that the world around him isn't always a threat and that he can rely on other people for more than fighting. Zevran shows Jim that the world is full of joy and beauty as well as danger, and that being vulnerable isn't always a thing to avoid. To Zevran, Jim is the loyal true love he always scoffed at the idea of, thinking that kind of love belonged to fairy-tales of princesses and dashing knights. But Jim was better than those storybook princes, he showed Zevran devotion and love so complete without anything asked in return- save for staying together through thick and thin. No deals, no bargain, no favors exchanged, no contracts or obligations to anyone but to each other. Zevran didn't need to be anyone but himself, and it took him a few years spent together for him to accept that who he was was enough for Jim, and for himself as well.

Ending: They set out together at the end of Origins, having their own adventures together without the weight of the apocalypse to worry about. Their ending is when Jimalithor hears the Calling, and the two of them decide to die peacefully together in the sunlight rather than violently alone in the Deep Roads. After some arrangements with a passing Dalish clan for handling the burial rites and to discreetly inform their friends of their resting place, they have a magnificent picnic topped off with a poisoned bottle of wine. A final toast to the friends made along their journey and to their lives and their love lived to the fullest, before passing away peacefully in each other's arms...

Hawke: straight male swashbuckler rogue, with Merrill. Carter's death left Hawke without a brother, and Varric became another brother for Hawke - never a replacement, he never forgot Carter. But Merrill was someone that Hawke was... Drawn to, there's no better word for it. Her presence had him drop his mask of sarcastic quips and cynical jabs to just be GENUINE with someone. Merrill came to see Hawke as someone to support her when everyone in her clan had marked her an outcast and she had no one that felt like home (as someone with a troubled family history and without anything that could be called a "childhood home", the feeling of people being your home and the lonely agony of being apart from them is something I related to strongly).

Sadly, their relationship ends up being more... Gah what's that term for a relationship that happens during an intense duration of crisis? The thing where the trauma makes people that'd normally be incompatible become closer and grow more compatible out of necessity? Examples are uh; Jon X Martin in The Magnus Archives, and Jason X Piper from Heroes of Olympus (I mean specifically Trials of Apollo where they've broken up and Piper literally explains it?)

Whatever, their relationship is leaning on each other for support and intimacy in Crime City - I mean Kirkwall as it slowly collapses on itself from crisis after disaster to all the sadistic Templars against insane blood mages and all the people caught in the middle. Everyone goes their separate ways at the end of DA:2, Bethany probably goes to help the mage rebellion (OH FUCK DOES SHE DIE AT THE CONCLAVE??!!! NONONONONONO AAAGGGH!!!!), Varric keeps in touch obviously, but Merrill and Hawke don't keep in touch much at all. They still write to each other, but they still have that ache of knowing their bond was one of circumstances not love for each other. They needed intimacy in a world gone mad, and they found that intimacy in each other but they knew deep down it wouldn't last forever. Ending: Hawke dwells on the prophecy from Flemeth: "We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment... and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly." This prophecy leads him to sacrifice himself and stay behind in the fade during that mission in Inquisition (Here Lies The Abyss), leaving Varric broken by grief (his Tarot card changing to him now on his knees surrounded by the weight of all the people he's lost, HOLY FUCK that still hurts!). Merrill hears about this news in a letter from Varric, and grief hits her differently. How would grief feel for someone that you used to love? She manages to send a letter to Isabella asking to meetup with her, and as soon as Isabella reads it she races her ship towards her at breakneck speed; 2 weeks straight of nonstop sailing like a Kraken was right on their ass the entire time! They go for drinks, and spend a few drunken nights reminiscing, sobbing in anguish, and potentially singing sad songs for karaoke? Does karaoke exist in some form or another in Thedas??? If not I'm sure Isabella would have invented it somehow, maybe even gotten Varric to build a rudimentary early prototype of a jukebox or something...

Inquisitor: female Qunari mage girlboss, aroace??? Romance and playthrough endings TBD

Who are your 'cannon' romances in the Dragon age games, and their dynamics? Because for me, it goes like this

Warden: Dalish fem x OC, tragic love story consisting of the Warden being very very toxic but slowly getting better for their lover to give him the best version of herself- Tragic ending, the S/O has to watch their strong, intelligent Warden go mad with the darkspawn taint as they slowly turn into a ghoul and hear the call in their mid 40s, like 15 years into their marriage.

Hawke: Mage, nonbinary and asexual Hawke, romantically involved with Varric as they both sort through their trauma and emotional issues.- They do not enter an established romantic relationship until years after the events of DA2. Ending- Pure fluff ship. Varric was their strongest support system, and now they're even cracking jokes with one another at the hanged man well into their old age.

Inquisitor: Dalish rogue, romanced Fenris (Twisty turny backstory involving being a side character during the events of DA2.) Started very love/hate and very will they won't they. They only enter an established relationship during the events of DAI, because of their extreme awkward slowburn with several love letters involved- except they were both too autistic to realize they were love letters. Ending- Complicated.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age romance #warden x zevran #hawke x merrill #long post

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years ago

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the thing about life was that a flame could be so easily blown out, so people fought like hell to keep it alive. the tip of the candle could easily be cupped for protection, gentle breath given to let the flame flutter back to life. (is that what she did? when she pounded his chest again and again, her magic stronger than any human could be? when she pressed her lips to his and breathed the very essence of life back into his body?) what people often forgot was that you could simply relight the candle.

bernard hadn't thought about darla in years. people on online forums, ones he'll never tell tim how often he visited, spoke of their experiences with metas and myths and anyone in between. he knew what happened to people accosted by magic, knew of chains trapping them with their own terror, their minds turning against themselves as their nightmares came to life.

bernard, on the other hand, could say that he wasn't all that haunted by darla. she'd lifted his car off the ground in a display of power, told bernard she was laura fell now, no matter the fact that she looked and walked and talked like darla aquista, then threatened his life on behalf of her seemingly never-ending obsession with tim motherfucking drake. seemingly, because when bernard had brought up old times they used to spend with darla over lunch, casual as you please, tim had grinned a little before dismissing his fears. darla was training with some sort of enchantress to try and be good, growing more powerful by the day.

bernard wondered, for a moment, if all of his friends could make the earth quake with a press of their fingertips. if all of his friends could bend those figures of myth and meta and magic with only their will. if he'd spent his life in the company of gods in everything but name, right down to the perfect muscles pulling under skin and battle-worn glimmer in eyes too old to be on a faces so young. (bernard wondered, for a moment, if there was any way he could join them. if the madness in darla's eyes as she demanded tim's whereabouts and the screams of terror on his boyfriend's lips as he woke up with a knife in his hand were worth it.)

bernard knew there was nothing he could have done for darla. probably not now but definitely not back then. he had no power over life and death, he couldn't have saved darla from the bullet wound that cost her nearly everything had he even attempted to try. sometimes, darla shifted in his memories, morphed into someone with the same dark hair and same blue eyes, but with broader shoulders and a kinder smile.

there was the fear that one day, something would take tim down, a dark shadow grappling with his boyfriend's shining, golden soul before snuffing it out as surely as a candle. then there was the fear that one day, something would bring tim back, clawed fingers opening his boyfriend's eyes and twisting that golden soul into something dripping and jagged, as poisonously yellow as laura fell.

(bernard learned of what happened to jason todd on accident, a couple years after the cult of dionysus. there were some horrors he could force himself to speak aloud, some fates that he couldn't stomach.)

(if tim was surprised at the way bernard's fingernails dug into his back as he held the vigilante close, at the way bernard took advantage of the inches he'd lost to tim's late growth spurt to curl himself completely into his boyfriend's arms, then tim never showed a whisper of it.)

the quickest way to avoid all of that, bernard thought, was to just make sure tim didn't die in the first place.

"hey," tim said, bringing his hand up to flick bernard on the forehead. "only shit nurses get distracted when they're treating their patient."

"only shit patients have such abysmal bedside manner."

"oooh, abysmal," tim waggled his eyebrows. "that word-of-the-day calendar is really coming in handy, huh?"

bernard sniffed. "i'll have you know that i am a well-read intellectual. fuckin' sherlock at this point."

in the movies, people with wounds like the glaring one on tim's shoulder sagged into the wall, made tearful confessions through a mouth full of blood, shuddered in pain at the slightest touch. tim's fingers hurt where he hit bernard's forehead, he didn't lose his smart mouth for anything, and was tapping his foot in impatience before bernard propped it up on the sofa.

"you're fucking sherlock? that's such a sweet pet name, you should use it more often," tim teased.

"don't get a big head, you're not that good."

bernard opened the first aid kit, unusually large and unusually used. his fingers found the small pipe bottle of water and the gauze. he tore a small piece off before wiping off the rest of the dried blood as gently has he could.

"you know," tim sounded almost contemplative, musing. completely disregarding what should have been a throbbing pain. completely trusting bernard to take care of him. "ra's al ghul called me detective once."

bernard's fingers closed around the saline solution with more ease than what was comfortable, but he had plenty of practice pushing those thoughts aside.

"i have no clue who that is," he said, feeling tim tense only the barest bit when he poured the solution over the wound. it had to have stung something fierce. bernard had seen grown men whimper at the sensation. tim sighed and tipped his head back instead.

"no one important," tim chuckled. "but i do kinda wish damian was here to hear that."

antibiotics next, and if tim felt the urge to shy away from bernard's fingers as he brushed the wound with ointment, bernard couldn't tell; he suppressed it as impressively as always.

"come on, no sibling talk when you're shirtless and i'm on top of you." bernard joked. neither of them mentioned the blood staining tim's undershirt-slash-makeshift-bandage, the dried blood flakes all over tim's lap, the way bernard's thighs were clenching tim to the point of pain.

between one blink and the next, tim was all wrapped up, gauze in place and bandage taped on top. his boyfriend's lovestruck little smile gleamed up at him, one bernard recognized. a pinch of awe and a dash of trust and a sprinkle of comfort. mix them together and bake at 350, bernard thought a bit hysterically, and you get love for a man who's terrified at how fast he can use bandages.

still, tim took precedent. every night bernard spent washing his hands too roughly at the sink was another night his boyfriend was breathing on the bed in the other room. every night bernard opened that unusually large and unusually used first aid kit was another night tim's soul stayed whole and shining and untarnished by whatever creatures took people beyond the veil only to drag them back. every night bernard spend trying to rub the scent of copper and the spill of liquid poppy off his fingers was another night bernard used his bloodstained hands to keep tim's flame alive.

i mayyyyyyyy have gotten a little too excited every time i used the word "boyfriend."

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themaribatpit · 3 years ago

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Jasonette July Day 15: Night

Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Night Rated: T

A/N: A continuation "Game On” and “Pixie” Marinette had been in Gotham for a little over a year now, having left behind her life in Paris to attend Gotham University. It all started when she got involved with Catwoman, who saved her one night when she was in trouble. Then she got roped into a little game between Catwoman and Batman, and that was how she met Jason and Roy, Red Hood and Arsenal respectively. While with Jason and Roy, they had their ups and downs. Initially she felt that the two were overprotective, but they were able to reconcile after a fateful encounter in the Iceberg Lounge. Ever since that fateful encounter, what started as a harmless little crush began to grow over time. For once, she got to know people who understood both the real her and her superheroine persona. They knew her as a quick thinker in battle, and a civilian with a tendency to catastrophize things. While she was sitting in the car with Jason and Roy, driving back from Star City. The only sounds that could be heard were the scratching of pencil on paper, and the hum of the engine as they drove. She tried to throw herself into her upcoming design assignments that weren’t due for another few weeks, doing anything to avoid thinking about Jason sleeping peacefully in the front seat of the car. Tikki was nestled in her bag nibbling on a cookie and only Roy seemed to notice how quiet the drive back to Gotham was. She had developed a close friendship with the three of them, one which wasn’t complicated by secret and civilian identities. They had each other’s backs in combat, and they worked well as a team together. Marinette cursed herself, for the first time in a long time, she had relationships that weren’t complicated by secrets and secret identities. Now she was going to ruin everything just because she could not keep her heart and her feelings under control, it was pathetic. It was easier to think that Jason was a stubborn, sarcastic brute who couldn’t possibly understand her. He could still be stubborn and sarcastic at times, but then he had to go and have another side to him. A side of him that cared deeply for those close to him, a group of people that now included Marinette. It wasn’t fair. Marinette shook her head and turned her attention back to her design work, these patterns weren’t going to sketch themselves. It was also one of the few times she got to work with more delicate fabrics. Jason was pretending to be asleep on the drive from Star City back to Gotham, not unlike the one that happened a few months ago. It seemed like yesterday they first heard about a new superheroine who managed to take on two of his younger brothers. Marinette was certainly a girl with many contradictions, even when they first met her on that rooftop that fateful night. She could be very creative with her magic yo-yo, and in a fight she was usually a level-headed and quick thinker. That much was clear to anyone who saw her in action, which was probably for the best, given that Jason had a very short fuse and a tendency to brute force his way through situations. By the same token, the same person was prone to flying off the handle in much more mundane situations. One time she woke up early for a test that wasn’t for another two days, and flew into a panicked stream of consciousness that made it sound like she was going to be shipped back to her home city in a matchbox if she was late. Jason didn’t dare turn around to look at her in the backseat, but he could just about imagine what she looked like. The scratching of pencil on paper told him that she was probably designing something that had more in common with a ball gown than body armour. Her skills as a seamstress came in handy when their body armour needed upgrades or adjustments, not everyone could be gifted with the power of a magic body suit. Even Hal Jordan was a test pilot long before he became a Green Lantern, Marinette was just a teenager when she got given magic jewelry. Secret identities and personas aside, at her core Marinette was still the same person. She was kind, forgiving, but most of all she trusted him, something very few people did. At first he wrote it off as all of them having each other’s backs in a fight. While that was true it wasn’t the whole story, he knew because he could say the same thing about Roy. He considered maybe it was because she managed to calm his pit madness, but that was because she had the very creatures who created them by her side. Jason still called her “Pixie '' from time to time, really out of affection more than anything. He only used her name when he was being absolutely dead serious. It was a lot more than that and he knew it, he knew that she was worming her way past all the walls he had put up, seemingly without even trying. He convinced himself that it was dangerous for all involved, that it would just leave him vulnerable in the end. She was getting closer and closer to his heart, at which point he would be completely and utterly vulnerable. He wanted to hold her close to him, but was afraid that she would hold his heart in her tiny delicate hands and squeeze.

Roy was exhausted, not just from the mission, but from being caught right in the middle of two of his friends pining after each other. In the car ride back to Gotham, he could easily tell that Marinette was busying herself with design work while Jason was pretending to be asleep. It would be cute if it wasn’t a sign that these two were actively avoiding talking to each other. Possibly because they were worried they might slip up and reveal their very obvious feelings for the other person. He overheard Marinette confiding in the Kwamis late one night, when she thought both of them were out. Jason by contrast was a little less expressive, but Roy could still tell that he was also pining after her, in his own little way. He had tried to gently coax it out of them, and even though they refused to admit it Roy could tell. Marinette was an open book whenever he even suggested the idea that she might be slightly attracted to Jason. At the slightest suggestion that there was something between her and Jason, her face would go tomato red and she would deny it. Jason was a much tougher nut to crack, but Roy already knew that from the get-go. If Marinette wore her heart on her sleeve, then Jason kept his heart guarded with steel and lead. He tried to ask him about it on a mission, when Marinette was out of earshot. Instead he took a leaf out of Dick’s book and asked if it was really the time and place for a “man chat”. The three of them could be compared to The Three Musketeers, but Jason and Marinette were more like Beatrice and Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing. He was cursing Jason’s detective training, because it meant he would see right past a forged love note, while making things worse for Marinette. If Roy was still drinking, he would have probably told them that they should just screw and get it over with. He was starting to understand why Lian would smush her doll’s faces together and get them to ‘kiss’. That gave him an idea...

Marinette and Jason were calmly watching TV together one night. It was Valentine's Day, but neither of them really had any plans with anyone. Staying in and waiting for chocolate prices to crater seemed like a much better idea. Tikki was perched on Marinette’s shoulder, while Plagg was about to inhale a very large piece of camembert. The two of them were a comfortable distance apart, neither of them were willing to make the first move. Suddenly, Roy busts in through the front door. Dressed up as Arsenal with a few extra accessories, a tutu and a pair of fairy wings he likely borrowed from Lian. He came in wide grin, wielding his bow with an odd heart shaped arrow.

“Happy Valentine's Day bitches!” he yelled out, taking aim at Marinette and Jason. The grappling arrow wrapping around the two, tightly binding them together on the sofa. Just as Marinette and Jason realise what just happened, Roy runs back out the door, slamming it on his way out.

An awkward silence hung in the air as Jason and Marinette were tied together, their faces mere inches apart. Marinette blushing a storm, while Jason tried to keep his composure and looked away from her. That said, he could feel her deep blue eyes watching him, and he was fairly certain she could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest. Their arms were clamped firmly to their sides, and both of them thought that Roy had done this as a stupid prank. “Did Roy tell you he was going to…” Marinette began. “...put on a tutu and fairy wings and tie us up on the couch?” Jason finished, he swallowed, she already looked embarrassed by the whole situation. “No, did he tell you?” he asked. Marinette shook her head, “No, but he seems to have got it into his head that you’re interested in me.” she said as she tried to wriggle free, “as if that would ever happen.” “I mean...” the conversations he wrote off as late night man-chats were starting to make sense to him. “...is that really so hard to believe?” he asked quietly. There was no keeping her at arm’s length at that moment, physically or otherwise. He noticed that she had stopped trying to wriggle free of the cord wrapped tightly around him. “A little,” she said, “It just seemed too good to be true,” she muttered. “You’re one of the few people who knows about both Marinette and Ladybug, you know that they’re the same person.” she explained, “the idea that you would be interested in me on top of all that just felt like it was too good to be true, like something will do horribly wrong sooner or later. Like there was no way the universe was going to let me be that happy.” Jason was surprised to hear that, but also he understood what she meant. It was funny how on paper, they were two completely different people, and in some way they were. It was moments like these that reminded them there were still similarities that kept them together. For the first time since Roy had tied them up, he looked at her. “Marinette, take it from someone who’s a literal dead man walking. Trust me, that is not the most impossible thing out there, not even close.” he tried to say, Marinette looked up at him, trying to make sense of the meaning in his words. “If anyone’s going to get slapped around by the universe, and feel as if they don’t deserve to have someone who’s seen different sides of them and still cares about them, it’s probably me,” he explained.

Both of them finally knew what Roy was trying to do, after all he had been painfully obvious. Jason himself tries to get a sharp batarang from his pocket, he assures Marinette, “Don’t worry Pixie, I’ll get us out of here and we can forget this ever happened.”

Marinette remains silent as Jason struggles against the wire tying them together, Tikki floats to her side and whispers into her ear. “Marinette, it's now or never.” Marinette looks back to see all the Plagg cheering her with a grunt. If lifting the piece of camembert with little enthusiasm counts as cheering.

Marinette takes a deep breath, and gathers her courage. “Jason?” she asks, and Jason pauses to look back at her. Her face had a rosy pink glow as she leaned forward to give Jason a kiss. Jason pauses in shock at first before, and slowly melts to return the kiss. As the two kiss, Tikki helps untie the two. Just as Tikki finishes untying, Marinette and Jason hold each other in a tight embrace, eagerly savouring their newfound relationship.

Roy peeked his head through the window watching Marinette and Jason finally confess to each other. “About time you two got together” he cheered from the fire escape, giving the two a thumbs up and a big grin. This breaks Marinette and Jason from their affectionate moment together, embarrassing Marinette and annoying Jason.

Jason stomps over to the fire escape, Roy nervously greets Jason “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”

Jason grabs Roy by the ankle, dangling him off the edge of the fire escape. “Pixie, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” Marinete nods and walks over with the grappling arrow Roy shot at the two.

Roy pleaded, “Come guys, you two had it bad for each other it was obvious.” Marinette begins to tie Roy to the fire escape with the grappling wire. Roy attempts to struggle but Jason holds him down.

As Marinette progresses further in tying Roy up, his pleas become more and more desperate.

“I did you two a favour.” Roy begs, “Come on, is this how you two repay me? Help! Somebody! Batman! BATMAAAN!” Roy wailed.

Marinette and Jason ignore Roy’s begging. Once they were finished they both left, hand in hand, leaving Roy tied upside down to do some self-reflection.

BONUS

Cupid: What's this I hear about you playing Cupid?

Roy: Sorry, it was for two people who were actually in love.

Cupid: Why you little-

Roy: Cupid, it's been YEARS, you're a very attractive woman. It can't be that hard to find someone who loves you back, someone who doesn’t have a goatee.

#jasonette #jasonettejuly2021 #ml x dc #maribat

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blue-mint-winter · 3 years ago

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Dune 2021

I saw Dune: Part One and I loved it! As a book reader, this adaptation was atmospheric, beautiful and compelling. I’m impressed how the script showed and explained everything so it’s easily understandable and you can see the logic and how things come together (for example - the existence of shields and how you can figure out without being explicitly told that’s why they use swords instead of firearms despite the futuristic setting). So this version of Dune is very friendly towards people without prior knowledge of this universe. Very good :)

I definitely liked how the film centers on Paul and his journey, giving wieght to his important moments. Especially the beginning is earlier than the books and gives more context to Paul’s life on Caladan. We see who he was before, his personal relations, the troubles he faces. We can understand him as a normal young boy and also experience the glimpses of his specialness. Feel the weight of the terrible destiny he shoulders.

(Personally I was screaming internally when he had that vision of Fremen on Caladan and himself as Muad’dib. That was so freaking cool!!!)

I feel the role and weight of Paul’s parents was more balanced in this adaptation. Lynch’s movie concentrated on the duke, while the book was Jessica’s POV. Villenueve chose the middle road and I think this was best also for Paul’s characterization as he’s both of their son, legacy and inherited and learned so much from them both.

Jessica’s portrayal was interesting in that way that it shows her conflict of loyalties well, but also her vulnerabilities. And I like it because I think about what she became later and I see how she’s going to grow too. And by showing her emotions, her private moments of fear, underlines how brave she was. Rebecca Ferguson did a great job there.

Duke Leto’s character was nicely shown and I especially liked his integral role in the political aspect of the story and how it was just shown very neatly. His leadership, his choices and his troubles as well as nobility and bravery were noticeable. Duke’s ending scene with the Baron was perfect visually, he looked like a baroque painting. Memorable and so aesthetically pleasing.

Involved with the political aspect, of course I have to mention doctor Yueh and I think this film absolutely nailed his portrayal. Doctor Yueh was no doubt a good guy which made his actions and fate so tragic. I felt that. All it lacked was to show his poor wife, but it spared us from that, maybe for the better.

Unfortunately other characters on Atreides side got less focus and screentime. Gurney was good, though unfortunately no balliset this time :(, but Thufir Hawat got shafted and the whole mentat thing amounted to him doing one calculation in the beginning. So it wasn’t explained at all as well as Piter de Vries, whose name I’m not if it was even spoken. :( Also Paul’s training also as a mentat wasn’t mentioned at all. I know he already had the fighting and Bene Gesserit training going on, but he could do it all. On the other hand, mentat abilities aren’t so easily shown, so maybe that’s why.

I have to say that out of all characters, Jason Momoa’s portrayal of Duncan Idaho was the biggest positive surprise for me. After the trailer I didn’t expect I would like his Duncan so much. However, in the film, Duncan was really shown as a loveable character, fun, loyal and badass and only after coming out of the cinema I remembered all the Duncan fuckery in the later books. Anyway, this is officially the best Duncan (but of course I still like Duncan from Heretics).

(Interesting how there’s absolutely no individual interaction between Jessica and Duncan... Villeneuve decided against making it awkward LOL)

Baron Harkonnen impressed me how the film made him so unsettling. He’s ruthless, cunning, atrocious, threatening. It also avoided making him funny, unlike other adaptations. Even his floating was rather creepy. Nicely done.

Gaius Helen Mohiam - well, she was perfection. No complaints here. I liked it’s clear that she might Emperor’s Truthsayer, but she’s playing her own game as Bene Gesserit.

Liet-Kynes - ok, so there’s a giant controversy over genderbending of this character, which was blown out of proportion. This character’s gender really didn’t matter that much, s/he’s more of an exposition person and doesn’t have any romance with anyone. I think it was fine that it was a woman, since the female cast was very small for this film anyway. All we had was Jessica, Gaius Helen Mohiam, Shadout Mapes (minor character with two small scenes - she was an unexpected but welcome addition, because I didn’t expect she’d make it into the film) and Chani in Paul’s visions and at the very end of the movie. So having Kynes as a woman was just a good idea, there were really enough men in this film. And it’s cool there’s a woman who isn’t a noble or Bene Gesserit.

Chani - as I said, most of the film, she’s just a part of Paul’s visions, actually the main part. That’s an interesting change though, let’s interpret it at a later date. Though at one point it came off to me as if she’s like some personification of Arrakis and she’s pushing Paul towards the jihad. Hmmm. But the real Chani he met was fun in the way that she was quite different from the visions and I could see why Paul in the books would mistake her for a boy (even if the films didn’t include that part).

Stilgar’s introduction when he gives his water definitely made an impression XD Later he comes off as quite a utilitarian leader, so very Fremen. :) Can’t wait for the time he becomes Muad’dib’s no. 1 follower.

Other cool things I noticed about this movie:

the desert mouse!!!! So cute, so adorable, so symbolic!

all the symbolic things were good, like the palms, the moons,

ALL the different languages they use on the planets! And the sign language!

finally, the shields were done right,

ornithopters flying like giant dragonflies.

I am very much looking forward to Part Two and meanwhile it looks like I need to crack the books open again.

#dune 2021 #my thoughts

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gutsybitsies · 2 years ago

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Nico goes out monster hunting.

It's hard, because he needs to keep the monsters alive for Jason. He can't banish them back to Tartarus or absorb them into his stygian iron sword. He has to find new ways to keep them half dead or dying, to keep them fresh for Jason.

They live together now, outside the safety of Camp Halfblood or New Rome. Two huge monster beacons, trying to lure the unsuspecting predator into their web. As they grow older and more powerful, monsters avoid them more.

So Nico goes out and hunts them down, he wants to keep seeing the satisfied grin on Jason's face as he chows down on gorgons and other creatures. They disintegrate if Nico kills them outright, but when Jason tore them apart with his sharp, sharp teeth, they fuel him and turn into a part of his essence.

Jason still seems normal. The two of them hang out and do chores and work and sometimes, occasionally, share a light kiss. Jason seems hungrier, more eager to tear into monsters, but so very careful with Nico as he delicately holds Nico's face between his hands (his hands had grown larger, he had a growth spurt, and did Jason always run this warm?).

The others feel a strange energy around Jason that made them uncomfortable, but Nico gets that. He used to make people uncomfortable, too. Percy stares at Jason, his gut feeling telling him to strike him down before it's too late, but he never acts on it. Hadn't the Fates decreed that loyalty is his biggest flaw?

The day Jason becomes the Devourer, Nico had gone on another hunt. He slashes at the monster and tries to capture it in a net of shadows, but a claw pierces through nowhere and lodges itself in his throat.

"Oh, shit." Nico doesn't even have time to hear the gurgling of blood flowing through his throat and drowning him before he's being led by Thanatos down into the Underworld.

His room in Hades' Palace stayed the same as it had been when he was 14 and angry at the world. Nico never had anytime to redecorate, so he's forced to suffer the MCR posters and skull decorations until he's called down for dinner.

Jason comes charging in the palace doors. He's bigger now, inhumanly so. His large clawed hands-since when did Jason have claws? - dragging an injured Cerberus through the doors along with him.

He drops Cerberus down, and looks for Nico.

Nico's sitting next to Persephone, trying to argue against cereal for dinner, when he sees Jason burst in like a madman.

Jason charges straight at him, surprising everyone. He snatches Nico out of his seat and the two of them disappear into the shadows.

The Devourer is a creature who eats, and eats, and gobbles you up until there is nothing left behind. He lives in the liminal space between Tartarus and the Fields. His claws and teeth can puncture through the mist. He doesn't need anyone to go and hunt for him, he forbids it.

"Stay here for me, love me, need me."

And Nico does.

jason comes back from the dead and everyone thinks hes good and normal until he gets into a fight with a monster and sinks his teeth into its neck and swallows its flesh

#meanwhile hades is like #um what #kidnapping my child to be your spouse????#how dare you #before demeter smacks him for his hypocrisy #anyway #jasico

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the-bat-collector · 4 years ago

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SUPERBAT Rec List!! AU NO POWERS ish PART 2

No Powers or No Capes (There are some minor exceptions but I think this still applies)

Soo it’s become harder to find these fics and I kept postponing making this list just in case I found moreeeee. After some time convincing myself I decided that If I find more I’ll just make a part 3.

Here is the link to Part 1 Post

So without further ado. Here you go!

Storge by ichikonohakko @ichikonohakko

G - 3,310

Storge (storgē, Greek: στοργή) is liking someone through the fondness of familiarity, family members or people who relate in familiar ways that have otherwise found themselves bonded by chance. An example is the natural love and affection of a parent for their child.

Or the story of how Clark Kent meets the Wayne family children.

So this was in my mark for later and I read it as I was making this list and it’s very cute and adorable and highly recommend it!

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date by knoxoursavior @clqrkkent

E - 39,385

Clark has been able to see ghosts since he was eight, just a few days before his Pa died in his sleep. Years later, after having moved to the city with Martha to pursue writing, Clark meets Bruce Wayne, who takes an interest in his work and Clark in particular. Not long after they meet, Bruce asks Clark to marry him and Clark moves into a mansion that has more ghosts than it has people.

So I couldn’t find more AUs for this list, I was about to quit looking and yesterday I ran into this one and it gave me so much hope that there might be more out there (part 3?maybe?) I think of this as Ghost Whisperer Clark

Stories for the Loved and Lost by MatchaMochi @renaimori

M - 9,681

The first chapter leads Clark to another, and another. He turns the pages, eating the words up hungrily and feeling them, pored over the story as if he was reading someone’s personal diary. And the thing was, he knows it, he knows this story. He remembers flashes of memory that aren’t his, thrown in yesterday’s weird dream or last night’s nightmare.

or in which Bruce is an author and Clark is his fanboy.

I WILL read every single SOULMATE AU FIC I CAN FIND CAUSE I’D DIE FOR THIS TROPE. This is beautifully written <3 <3

Ghastly Murders in the East End by dippkip @dippkip

T - 38,227

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne, a seemingly irresponsible and eccentric duke, remains largely unconcerned about these atrocities. The Batman, however, has taken special interest, and spends his nights relentlessly hunting the new murderer at large. The paths of these men will converge as the body count begins to rise, and their investigations and growing affections will cement their bond, intertwining their fates with that of the most notorious murderer in all of England.

OKaaaay this is one of the exceptions, Bruce is Batman but it’s a different century and Clark is powerless, I think it compensates. Usually I prefer when they’re both “capeless” but this was such a fun read.

As You Grow by dnawhite76 & Prubbs @prubbs

M - 59,946

After the death of his wife and children, Clark returns to the United States after spending years abroad to reconnect with his friends and their families. And while trying to gather what little remains of his old life and possibly move forward in his grief, he ends up falling into old habits with his first love and best friend, Bruce Wayne.

A story about grief and acceptance.

So I want to point out how good this fic is. I hate sad and this story has a lot of grief and I felt it was very grounded on its depictions of feelings. I tend to avoid this type of fics buuuuut this was so good. I couldn’t stop reading even if the grief got to me. It’s very wholesome and does have a satisfying ending.

A good start by BlueAlmond @discretocincel

G - 1,253

Clark loves being an elementary school teacher, but it breaks his heart to see any of his students hurting. So, when he notices Jason waiting over forty minutes every day for someone to pick him up, he decides to have a word with his father.

Absolutely love Professor Trope!!! Sooo you could argue this is ficlet but doesn't feel like one to me so I’m not putting it in the ficlet section.

Engraved In Our Souls by Nixie_DeAngel @nixie-deangel

T - 9,004

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love?

Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

Little cute soulmate AU<3 AS I SAID I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE SOULMATE AU OUT THERE CAUSE I LOVE THEM

Ghosts by ren_makoto

T -3,067

Wayne Manor is haunted. Clark doesn't mind.

Here is another of the exceptions, this is neither No Powers/No Capes, but they’re not relevant to the plot or we don’t see them using them (I don’t think they are mentioned but its implied). The Fic’s whole focus is on the ghosts! and absolutely loved it I LOVE REN MAKOTO FICS

There is Little Danger by ren_makoto

T - 5,327

"It's tradition," he said, one inch from Clark's mouth. "Yes," Clark said. "Tradition."

Or, where Bruce and Clark are trapped in an elevator

another Ren Makoto cause I can’t help myself

Semi-Permanent Couplings by ren_makoto

E - 10,463

"So, Bruce, how do you feel about one-night stands?"

Ren Makoto <3 <3 <3 This fic contains Adultery soo Read the Author’s Notes

Hubris by ren_makoto

M - 20,197

"This is turning into a routine," Bruce said breathlessly. "What can I do for you, Clark?" "Please," Clark said hoarsely. "I just want to get some sleep."

I really like the writing on this fic, this is a 100% NO CAPES, Clark does have powers and he’s starting to process them. Ren Makoto stole my heart with this one.

Not so Perfect Afterall by tekowrites

E - 6,966

AU: High school, Senior year. Clark thinks his life is nearly, if not already perfect. Then he overhears a conversation that changes absolutely everything. Bruce is there to pick up the pieces.

Red, White and Blue by melmel_79

E - 3,639

He works for the Secret Service, and it's best that no one knows he is in a relationship with the president. At least he hoped no one would know...

He grips the envelope tighter and knocks on the door to the Oval Office.

This was a mistake.

Late Night Feelings by the_butler @the-butler-fanstuff

M - 9,283

It was a little past one in the morning, the phone the only light in his room. He glared at it, then threw it to his side on the bed, not caring to see where it landed. A few seconds after, he patted all along the side to find it and looked at it again. He pulled up the messaging app, scrolled down, and then sighed. He exited the app and threw the phone on the bed again. He repeated this several times until some minutes later the phone chimed and he hurriedly sat up and felt for it on his bed. He opened the messaging app again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he read the reply he’d been waiting for the whole night.

“Be there in 30 mins.”

I LOVE CLARK HERE, GOOD FOR YOU. He’s such a good adult looking out for himself! self-loving and self-respecting Clark here everybody.

it took me by surprise (I know you felt it, too) by jessequicksters @jessequicksters

G - 1,124

In which Clark and Bruce fall in love in between study sessions, track races, grocery shopping at Whole Foods and romantic student dinner dates, burnt lasagna and all.

FLUFF, could argue this is a ficlet buuuuut dont care, it goes here.

Towards You by tekowrites

E - 22,607

AU where Clark is a new transfer student at an elite high school, and he encounters Bruce Wayne. Clark doesn't fit in, not anywhere it seems, and his crush on the star of the football team? Only serves to shows how much. Jealous girlfriends, misunderstandings, hormones and lurking trouble are just some of the challenges he's going to face.

I LOVE THIS , basically this fic made want to make a PART 2, just had to find 15+ other fics to add to the list.

Read the tags, this does contain some heavy topics towards the end

The Game (of Love) by KaizokuHime @kaizokunohime

E -12,288

In WayneTech VR Augmented Gaming, a guild of superheroes has arisen who volunteer to help police that reality. One of these superheroes, Superman, has had a crush on his fellow member, Batman, for many years, but thus far has had little success on asking him out, even as fellow guildmembers. How will their relationship progress? And how intimate can they truly become without knowing the other's identity offline?

A Game You Can't Win gave me hunger for gaming fics, then I found this one and I WANT MORE GAMING FICS

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero @andillwriteyouatragedy

E - 8,354

Clark Kent is a professor at the same university as Bruce Wayne. Not that it matters, because Bruce doesn't really speak with his co-workers - they're there to work with, not befriend. That is, until Clark and Bruce are assigned to teach a class together in the fall, and start spending more and more time together, and Bruce starts to realize, maybe, he just might need a friend - and maybe, he just might need something else, something Clark-specific.

YES YES PROFESSOR TROPE. They are the best together!

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SORTA KINDA MAYBE FITS THE CATEGORY

The Gift by tmelange

E - 5,564

University student Clark Kent is on a field trip to Gotham City where he meets a creature of the night.

VAMPIRE AU, soooo Clark has powers but he is not superman so NO CAPES on his part. Bruce is a Vampire and I’m not really sure if he’s Batman but he’s some sort of vigilante. This felt very AU and sorta? fit the category, so I decided to add it anyways but it’s worth to mention this is an outlier on this list.

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SPECIAL MENTION CAUSE I HAVENT READ THIS ONE BUT IT WAS RECOMMEND TO ME by @just-add-butter

Spoils of War by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

“If I go with you as a spoil of this pointless war, will you leave?” Bruce stands his ground, terrified and shaking, but he keeps eye contact with the warlord.

“Excuse me?” Kal must be hearing things.

“If I go with you, if I serve you, will you let my people live? Will you let my brother live?”

This is not finished buuuut it’s a Medieval AU. I just need to get myself in the right mindset to read an unfinished fic but will get to it! love what llittlechinesedoll writes.

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FICLETS

This section was accidental. I like my fics long and rarely read ficlets but here are a few that came across my way when I forgot to set word count filters.

Snapping the Chats by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

G - 2,278

Clark tries to use the Snapchat filters on Bruce.

General Check-up by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

T - 906

One where Brucie is getting a check-up from Thomas Elliot and he touches Bruce more cause Clark is obviously jealous

Subway Providence by the butler @the-butler-fanstuff

G - 400

A short drabble about art I did of Clark and Bruce waiting for the train on a subway platform.

So my first list was me coming across and realizing I love this kind of AUs and this second list is me carefully looking for them! Even tho my 1st list has some of my favorites, I hold this one closer to my heart. Hope you Enjoy it.

Also if you know of any that I haven’t included on these lists, please I beg you send them my way <3

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is-it-art-tho · 3 years ago

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Summary: A mission gone awry, too many memories, too much blood, and not enough time. Bruce races to save a son he couldn't save before.

Prologue, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8

Bruce groaned into the towel clenched between his teeth as Alfred fished the bullet from his thigh. His gear had kept it from burrowing in very deep, but every shift of the tweezers still sent jolts of pain through his body.

“I do wish you’d reconsider the anesthetic, sir,” Alfred sighed.

Bruce was beginning to feel the same way, but it was pride now, more than anything else, that kept him from conceding. “You’re almost done, aren’t you?”

In answer, Alfred produced the deformed bullet, and held it to the light before dropping it into Bruce’s waiting hand. He turned the blood-slicked metal around in his fingers as Alfred prepped the suture kit. “I’m always shocked by how small these can be.”

“And yet so destructive.”

“Hm.” He tipped the bullet into a metal tray on the counter with a tiny clank. “Did Jason leave?”

“I believe he said he was going to bed.”

Bruce didn’t remember that at all. He must have been more out of it than he’d thought—it had taken longer than he would have liked to get back to the cave, and in the interim he’d lost a notable amount of blood. “Hey!” he yelped at the sudden prick in his leg.

“I’m saving you from your own ego,” Alfred answered, setting aside a now empty syringe with a quick raise of an eyebrow as if daring Bruce to object further. “We’ll give it a few minutes to kick in before I start on the sutures.”

Upstairs, Bruce found Jason’s room locked. He’d hoped to have a chance to say goodnight, to show Jason that he was alright, but as he lifted his hand to knock, the light under the door went out. Taking the hint, Bruce resigned himself to check in some other time.

The problem was, that chance never came.

For the rest of the week, Bruce didn’t see Jason at all. At times he’d catch a door just swinging shut, or the patter of retreating feet, but nothing more. It was like living with a ghost—a very young, very elusive ghost.

“He’s avoiding me,” he said at last one day, lowering himself stiffly into a plush seat in the den while Alfred positioned an ottoman for him to prop up his leg.

“Yes.”

“You know?”

Pulling a rag from an inner pocket, Alfred nodded. “I do.”

“And you know why.”

“Of course.”

Bruce squinted at the back of the older man’s head as he started dusting the mantel. “But you’re not going to tell me.”

“I believe it’s the sort of discussion best had face to face.”

“I would tend to agree” Bruce allowed, adjusting his weight carefully so that his leg remained still, “except that he hasn’t exactly given me that opportunity.”

“You’re a smart boy. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

And Bruce did just that. It took him all of one afternoon to realize that Jason had so easily evaded him these past few days for the same reason that Bruce had been able to maneuver around the manor at all right now—his crutch.

The plastic click as it hit the floor was like the pop of a firecracker in a home that was so often silent, and it announced Bruce’s approach long before he entered a space, giving Jason plenty of time to beat a hasty retreat.

So that evening after Bruce finished his last conference call, he closed his laptop, rose from his desk in the study, stretched, and proceeded to hobble out of the room with his crutch still propped against his chair.

His steps were still louder than usual, the limp adding a certain uneven heaviness to his stride, but in his socked feet he still managed to drift almost soundlessly from one room to the next, aided at intervals by the occasional rug.

Even so, it was not until night had fallen and the sconces in the halls had transitioned to the dim orange glow meant to imitate firelight, that Bruce had any luck. It came in the form of tiny murmur emanating from Dick’s old room, of all places.

Bruce sidled up to the cracked door and leaned against the doorframe, partially to take the weight off his bad leg, and partially because he wanted to keep listening.

It sounded like Jason was reading. Bruce had known for some time that the boy liked to read—he’d stumbled in on Jason reading aloud to himself once before—but Bruce still hadn’t managed to get Jason comfortable enough to read out loud while he was around. Even after growing so close over their past year together, there were still some walls that Bruce hadn’t quite managed to scale.

He stood like that for some time, just listening, aware that this could be read as a form of intrusion but too caught in the simple beauty of the moment to care. He loved how calm Jason’s little voice was, how earnest and unhurried. He sounded so utterly himself, devoid of any other pretense. It was only when Bruce heard the quiet thump of the book closing that he steeled himself and gently pushed open the door.

He couldn’t, in all honesty, remember the last time he’d set foot in this room, and doing so now would have been jarring enough on its own without having a dark-haired boy sitting cross legged on the bed. It was like stepping into a time machine, and for one wild moment Bruce felt his breath catch before managing to say, “Found you.”

Jason was rigid, eyes flicking from the door to the window like a caged animal before screwing his face into a scowl. “I wasn’t hiding.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Bruce braced a hand against a nearby dresser to take some of the weight off his leg. Despite not having an occupant for the better part of six years, the surface was spotless. “What are you doing in here?”

“You said I could go wherever I wanted,” he snapped, like he was daring Bruce to go back on his word.

It was something of an exaggeration, to be fair. During Jason’s first week with at the manor, Bruce had made a point to establish that this was Jason’s home as much as it was his or Alfred’s—that he should feel comfortable exploring and making it his own. It had taken a while for the kid to take that to heart—he more or less lived out of a backpack the first few months—but after a while he’d managed to settle in. It stung to see some of that old anxiety creeping back in now.

“I’m not saying you can’t be in here,” Bruce clarified. “Just curious why you chose this room in particular when yours is thirty feet away.”

Jason squirmed, staring down at his lap and gnawing on the inside of his lip. It wasn’t until the first gentle plip of a tear hitting the book in his hands that Bruce noticed that he’d begun to cry.

“Hey—” he began, wishing that he had pressed Alfred more for information, or at least a hint as to what he was walking into. He took a step forward, only to suck in a quick breath when pain exploded up his leg and his knee buckled. It was pure luck that he managed to catch himself on the bed before falling to the floor.

And with a choked grunt, Bruce heaved himself into a seated position and exhaled heavily, swallowing the string of curses he wanted to unleash. He looked up again only when he heard the broken, “I’m sorry.”

Jason’s face was beet red now, his bottom lip quivering. “I’m—I didn’t mean for you to…”

“Jay, what’s wrong?”

“Y-you got shot and it’s all m-my…” He sobbed instead of finishing the sentence.

Bruce reached for him but let his hand fall to the bed when Jason pulled his legs in toward his chest.

“If I hadn’t messed up you wouldn’t’ve had to…” His took a shaky breath. “Why’d you do that anyway?” And though Jason was still crying, there was a sudden confused rage there now, like he was a cauldron of emotions all bubbling to the surface at once. “That was so—you didn’t even—I don’t…”

And he was sobbing again even though he looked like he was trying his damnedest to fight it. Bruce gazed at him, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and hug him the way Alfred used to do with him when he was young—the way Bruce had learned to do with Dick.

But he decided against it. And instead waited. After a few moments, the young boy brought himself back to something resembling a state of calm. His shoulders bobbed with several deep, deliberate breaths, and at last he looked Bruce head on again, lashes dark with tears, cheeks bright red.

“Talk to me, bud.”

“Are you…gonna make me leave?” he asked quietly.

And whatever Bruce might have been expecting to come next, this certainly had not been it. “Why would I do that?”

“Because look what happened!”

“You did not shoot me, Jason.”

The boy cringed, perhaps at Bruce’s choice of words. “But you only got shot because of me.”

“I got shot because a criminal with a gun shot me.”

“Will you just stop,” he begged, dropping his head into his hands. “You know what I mean.”

“Fine. Then you’re right. If you hadn’t been there, it’s possible I wouldn’t have been shot.”

The blood drained from Jason’s face at that. So much so he looked almost like he was going to be ill. But he simply nodded at his lap, like a man accepting his fate at the gallows.

“But,” Bruce continued, “you were there, and you made a mistake, and thankfully I was there so that nothing worse happened as a result. Look at me,” he said, and Jason dragged his gaze back up.

“Mistakes happen. We learn from them; we move on. Simple as that. I don’t blame you for this, and even if I did, I’d never kick you out. I meant it when I said this is your home. For as long as you want it to be.”

Tears were spilling down Jason’s cheeks again, but this time they seemed at least a little less desperate, less anguished. Even so, he threw himself across the bed and slammed into Bruce.

“I’m still sorry! I’m so so sorry!” he cried into Bruce’s chest, skinny arms forming a vice around the man’s neck.

Bruce let out the pained breath that had hitched in his throat at the sudden blow, and gingerly returned the hug, careful not to make Jason feel trapped in it. “Don’t be. I’d do it again in a second.”

Jason lifted his face to peer up into Bruce’s. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what you do for people you love.”

Jason froze, then scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes before murmuring, “Oh. Um, okay.”

Ruffling the boy’s hair, Bruce noted, “We should get to bed,” then he hesitated, his stomach clenching as he realized that that would mean standing and walking all the way to the other end of the hall. After all the strain he’d put on his leg today, the thought alone made him ache.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight?” Jason suggested, leaving Bruce to wonder if his reluctance had really been that evident.

“‘We?’”

“Yeah. I'll stay too. The boy had already scrambled back onto the bed and was kicking the blankets down to squirm underneath. " Y’know, in case you need help getting to the bathroom or something.”

Bruce grinned and gingerly climbed up next to him.

Once they were both settled, Jason reached for the lamp and paused. “I um…I love you too. I guess. Goodnight.”

He flicked the switch quickly, plunging the room into darkness before Bruce had a chance to react. So instead, the man simply hooked an arm around Jason's tiny frame and pulled him into his chest, smiling to himself when he felt the boy snuggle in a little closer.

#a little bit louder now #batman fic #batman fanfic #jason todd #whump #jason todd whump #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #batman fanfiction #batfam #hurt/comfort #whump fic

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reordering-the-planets · 6 years ago

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MBTI personality types as ancient Greek gods and godessess

ESFJ Aphrodite (Ἀφροδίτη): Born out of the foam of Uranus’ (God of sky) castrated parts that his son, Titan Cronus, had thrown to the sea. Thus, she emerged from the Ocean in all her beauty and grace and all the water Nymphs and all the Winds came to bow before her. Goddess of love and beauty, of pleasure and of passion as she was, all the men desired her and all the women envied her graces. She married Hephaestus, she desired Ares and she loved Adonis. One could always glimpse her winged son, Eros, god of desire, flying above her as she would’ve often whispered to his ear the next mortal whose his heart was about to be shot by Eros’ arrows.

ENFJ Apollo (Ἀπόλλων): God of light, of sun, of music, of poetry, of truth, of knowledge and protector of the arts. He was everything and he knew it all. People worshiped him all over the known world and build him the most gracious and marvelous temples and oracles, where sunbeams would make the white marbles shine as bright as the sun. In return, Apollo through the voice of gifted diviners would reveal to them what would the future hold. He played his lyre and his daughters, the Muses, would come over from the valleys to accompany his sweet melodies. He loved and protected the young as he, himself, remained a young man forever. He was a healer, but if the mortals were to infuriated him, he would bring the greatest of the plagues on them.

ISFP Artemis (Ἄρτεμις): Twin sister of Apollo as they where both children of Zeus and Leto. Quieter and humbler by nature than her twin brother, she found her call in the deep forests, the mountains and the moon. She befriended all the living things of the wild and devoted herself to their protection. Always bearing a bow in the hand and a handful of arrows on her back, she would hunt in the forests, but she’d never become violent, always honoring her prey. Although she took an oath to remain a virgin, young Orion became her hunting companion and he managed to win her heart. Their love was never meant to blossom, as Artemis shot Orion with an arrow by accident and killed him.

ESTP Ares (Ἄρης): Son of Zeus and Hera as he was, he would grow to become a forceful and a fearful one. Gifted with great physical strength and an everlasting blood lust, he excelled in the battlefields and become a soldier model for the Spartans. He was Aphrodite’s secret lover and together they had many children like Eros, who followed his mother, and Deimos (god of terror) and Phobos (god of fear), who both followed Ares as his warfare companions. The other gods tended to avoid him and on the great Trojan war he was on the losing side, therefore triggering Zeus’ anger towards him. Later, the Romans acknowledged his military intelligence and worshiped him by the name of Mars.

ESTJ Athena (Ἀθηνᾶ): If someone contrived to impersonate the essence of the ancient Greek spirit, it would look like her. It does not surprise that she was goddess of wisdom, handicraft and warfare as well. All three basic elements of the city that she fought with Poseidon for, thus founded and gave it her name, Athens. Athena always wore a helmet, brandished a spear and kept her shield with Medusa’s head on it (that Perseus had gifted to her for helping him in murdering that marine beast) by her side. Legend has it that she was born fully armored from Zeus’ forehead. However, Athena would never initiate an unreasonable, blood spilling war against her enemies like Ares would do. Wise and strategic as her mind was, Athena favored those with strength and bravery, like Hercules and Perseus, with courage and valiance, like Bellerophon and Jason, as well as those with a sharp mind, like Odysseus, aiding them in multiple ways.

ENTJ Poseidon (Ποσειδῶν): He is known as the sea god, but in fact there was not an element that wouldn’t bow to his will. Poseidon was ruler of the seas, the rivers and all the running waters. He was commander of the earth, the soil, the storms and the mighty earthquakes. He was protector of the noble horses and, as many say, he was the true king of Atlantis. Although he lost supervision of Athens to Athena, the Athenians didn’t forget his volition to become their guardian and they worshiped him almost as much as her. They build him a magnificent temple on the windy top of Cape Sounion, where the waves of the great Aegean sea would crush the rocks beneath it. Poseidon would often help seafarers reach their destination safe and sound. Damn those who would dare sail without a sacrifice to his name for appeasing the tides. A tremendous storm created by a swing of his trident would crash their ship to an unknown land or, even worse, he would drag them all the way down to his wet kingdom.

ENTP Zeus (Ζεύς): The father of the Gods wasn’t an easy one. As every king that walked the earth, the sea or the skies before and after him, he was whimsical, temperamental and stubborn as a bull. In fact, there were times that he would take the form of a real bull or an eagle, a swan, a bear, a serpent, a flame or even a shower of gold, always to seduce a new love interest of his own. Europa, Cassiopeia, Leda, Alcmene and Ganymede are just a handful of all the women and men he desired and approached while transformed into a creature of beauty, with the sole intention of sleeping with them. It’s no wonder that his wife, Hera, was always mad at him, thus she was the only one that ever managed to scare him a little bit. However, he was Father of everyone and everything. Mortals should not forget that without Zeus, the world would still be at the hands of his tyrannical father, Titan Cronus, whom Zeus with the help of his brothers and sisters managed to overthrow. Thus, he became the true ruler of the skies, bearer of the thunder and enforcer of law and order as well. Among mortals, he was yet another mighty symbol of civilization and justice.

INTJ Hera (Ἥρα): She wasn’t the wife next door. She was the queen of Gods and protector of all the women. Someone could even see her as one of the very first symbols of feminine power in ancient cultures. Her rightful rage towards her unfaithful husband, Zeus, was the fuel of her many vengeful actions against him and his lovers. Although she refused Zeus’ first marriage proposal, after marrying him, she became goddess of marriage and patron of the household and childbirth. Hera could be your worst enemy (even Zeus was sometimes afraid of her), but also your most valuable ally. But, most of all, she was true to herself and to her worshipers. After all, she was the queen-mother of the world.

INTP Hades (ᾍδης) or Plouton (Πλούτων): After the Gods defeated the Titans at the beginning of time, the males ones (Zeus, Poseidon and Hades at that time) gathered together to drew lots of ruler-ship over the world. Although Hades was the eldest between them, Zeus received the sky, Poseidon the earth and the sea, but Hades’ fate was to become king of the underworld. He took Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, for his wife and made her queen at his side. A giant three-headed dog guarded the doors to the underworld, thus making entrance to anyone alive almost impossible. Hades didn’t care for the affairs of the world of the living, or even for the matters of the rest of the gods. Although he wasn’t evil, mortals avoided to refer to him by his name in case they drew his attention. They mostly called him Plouton, which meant “rich”, as all the precious minerals came from the underground, thus the boundary of Hades’ kingdom.

ISFJ Demeter (Δημήτηρ): A rather motherly figure and a well-respected goddess. Demeter loved the earth and everything that came from the soil. She protected farmers and brought to them a good harvest year after year. The humblest seed took root whenever blessed by her. Nothing was more precious to her than her own daughter, Persephone. When Hades abducted Persephone with the intention to marry her, Demeter fell in deep sorrow and not a single thing would grow anymore. Everyone was desperate, and an era of great famine was upon the humans.

INFP Persephone (Περσεφόνη) or Kore (Κόρη): It is said that before her abduction by Hades, Persephone was called Kore, which means maiden or daughter. She was, in fact, the beloved daughter of Demeter, that one day while she was peacefully gathering flowers, Hades came and abducted her, as he was deeply in love with the girl. Demeter was so angry and sad after that incident, that forbade the earth to produce and she begun to wander around looking for Persephone. Zeus heard the cries of the hungry mortals and persuaded Hades to release her. Hades tricked Persephone to eat the seeds of a pomegranate before leaving the underworld, but she ignored that if someone tasted underworld food, they were obliged to come back. Demeter agreed that Persephone would spent half a year on earth and half below it. As a result, the time that Persephone returned to Hades as queen of the underworld, Demeter’s sorrow of her daughter’s absence would make winter on earth. As soon as Persephone come back to earth, she would bring the spring with her. Thus, people worshiped her as a goddess of the springtime and the flowers.

ENFP Dionysus (Διόνυσος, Diónysos) or Bacchus (Βάκχος): This one knew how to enjoy life to the fullest. As the god of wine, theater and ecstatic dance, Dionysus was an emblem of freedom and basically... fun. With vines in his hair, a thyrsus in his hands (a wand of ivy vines and leaves) and a smile on his face, Dionysus would stroll the valleys with his many followers, dancing ecstatically, driving them to divine mania. Mortals would call him “the god who comes”. His companion included goat-legged satyrs and maenads. The last ones were women who, after coming to ecstatic frenzy through dancing and drinking, would please Dionysus through blood-offerings, which in some cases meant that maeneds would kill men with bare hands. Dionysus is said to be a god who dies and rises back from the dead. His many, divine powers still remain a mystery to many of us, mortals.

ISTP Hephaestus (Ἥφαιστος): His form and character does not remind of a god. He was a shy one and would rather spend his time crafting weapons on his hot anvil. However, Hephaestus was the god of fire and served as a blacksmith of gods and heroes. His many creations include Hermes' winged helmet and sandals, Aphrodite's girdle, Achilles' armor, Heracles' bronze clappers, Helios' (god of the Sun) chariot, Eros' bow and arrows and all the thrones of the Gods in Olympus. The legend has it that he was Hera’s son, one that she made by herself out of jealously of Zeus giving birth to Athena out of his head. However, Hera ejected him from mount Olympus, because he was lame on one leg. Hephaestus took revenge against Hera by crafting her a magical golden throne, which, when she sat on, it didn’t allow her to stand up, thus making both her legs useless.

ESFP Hermes (Ἑρμῆς): Also known as the “divine trickster”, the messenger of the gods and the guide to the underworld. Hermes was a pleasant god who protected travelers, merchants, shepherds, athletes and thieves, as he was all of those things himself. His appearance is quite known. A young man with the top of his head full of playful curls, wearing winged sandals, winged petasus (traveller’s hat) and holding the kerykeion (a short staff entwined by two serpents and surmounted by wings). Always being on the move, Hermes loved playing tricks on other gods and mortals.

ISTJ Hestia (Ἑστία): Hestia was one of the six children of Kronos and Rhea (among Zeus, Hera, Hades, Poseidon and Demeter) and therefore one of the oldest Gods. She was goddess of the home and domesticity as her name suggests (Ἑστία means “hearth”) as well as protector of households. Mortals used to gift her the first offering of every sacrifice in the household. During the founding of a colony, flame from Hestia's public hearth in colonizers’ mother city would be carried to the newly founded one. Hestia rejected both the marriage proposals of Poseidon and Apollo, and took an oath of virginity (like Artemis). She cared little for the conflicts of gods and mortals and tended to her domestic matters. Hestia was the simplest and humblest between gods and even offered her place in Olympus to Dionysus, making him the 12th Olympian god in her place, thus showing her divine magnanimity.

INFJ Asclepius (Ἀσκληπιός): He was originally the son of Apollo and a mortal woman. His father offered him, when still an infant, to centaur Chiron to mentor him. Chiron taught him the art of medicine, but an ancient legend says that a snake returned a favor of Asclepius back to him by licking his ears clean and passing him secret knowledge of healing. In order to honor the snake, Asclepius made a rod wreathed with a snake his divine symbol. This very rod is still nowadays associated with healing and medicine. Asclepius mastery of healing reached the level of bringing people back from the dead. This act infuriated Hades and forced Zeus to kill Asclepius and turn him into a constellation known as Ophiuchus ("the Serpent Holder"), which many claim it to be the 13th sign of the zodiac circle.

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caffeinetheory · 5 years ago

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Can I humbly request some fake dating Jasonette?

Okay fair warning I kinda went ham and this is long, it’s like ten pages but for you it was worth it, I hope you enjoy it <3<3<3 now without further adieu:

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Jason was in dire need of a date for the upcoming Gala, why you might ask? Well someone wasn’t thinking and said they had a secret girlfriend, which didn’t exist. Now the whole family was happy he had finally found someone. Dick was the most persistent, the hopeless romantic he was.

Telling Diana about over lunch a 2 months before the big annual charity gala was either the best decision he made or one he would regret, only time would tell.

She laughed in his face at his stupidity, but was willing to help. She sent a text and rolled her eyes when she got a response a few minutes later, “My sister will do it, be prepared to meet her next week at your place,” and that was that. He wasn’t expecting to actually get a date from her but hey, if it worked then he’ll go with it. He had about 2 months to make it believable, but god why did it have to be an Amazon.

A knock on his apartment door at 3 a.m. was now how Jason would be meeting who ever Diana had convinced to do this “fake date” thing with him, so a 5”6’ women pushing herself into his apartment when the door was opened certainly woke him up.

“And who might you be?” the door closed behind him with a soft click, the woman was surveying the room with a judgemental look, ‘lovely’. She turned sharply to him, her distaste clear on her face, “Someone who lost a bet so I owe Diana a favor,” she visibly sighed and relaxed slightly, “I’m sorry, my name is Marinette Prince, but you can call me Mari, nice to meet you.” Mari held her hand to the bewildered Jason who hesitantly shook it, “Jason Todd but I'm going to assume you already knew that.”

And that was the rocky start to their relationship. Mari had been living on Themyscira for the last few years so she needed some time to get used to living in the rest of the world. To say she was ecstatic to be able to wear more modern fashion would be an understatement. Their first ‘date’ was in the fashion district a few days after she made herself at home in his apartment. Six hours after they started Mari was finally satisfied, and Jason could no longer feel his arms. They decided to eat dinner at one of the hole-in-the-walls on their way back to Jason’s place.

Neither knew how the conversation had gotten on the different costumes of the various heroes and villains but it had sent Mari off on a rant. Despite himself Jason was enjoying every word she said, every critique and every praise. To be fair there wasn’t as much praise was there was critique, but to say his ego wasn’t inflated when “one of the rare acceptable ones” was the Red Hood would be a straight up lie. It was the first time Mari was acting with little to no filter, and granted they hadn’t known each other long he could tell this was rare for her. He was finding himself proud that he was the one to get her to be open like that, why he couldn’t tell you but it did nonetheless.

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The two had fallen into domestic life pretty quickly, maybe to quickly, but that didn’t matter. When Jason came home to a clean apartment and dinner being made by his ‘girlfriend’ he was surprisingly okay with it.

“How was your day?” Mari was placing two plates of something heavenly on the small table just outside of the kitchen. Was that table always there? “It was decent, yours?” he began to dig in while a drink was placed next to him and Mari took her seat across from him. “It was nice, I finally got around to cleaning this place up,” her hair was put in a pair of double buns as she wore some shorts and a tank top clearly having changed recently.

“You know you didn’t have to right?”

“I enjoy organizing and consider it a small thanks for helping me with shopping the other day and dealing with my rants,” she had a small smile on her face.

The rest of the night was spent showing Jason where she put everything. The number of guns didn't faze her but living surrounded by weapons he supposed that made sense. The organized first-aid kit was a god send though, on more ruined towels to stop the bleeding.

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The next date Jason planned was a movie, it was Diana’s idea. He couldn’t figure out why taking Mari to an anniversary replaying of an animated superhero movie from almost ten years ago would be in her words “comedy gold”. That was until Mari saw the opening theme and let out a loud groan.

An hour and fifteen minutes later the credits start to roll and Mari is practically dragging him out of the theater. “This was Diana’s idea wasn’t it?!” Jason couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him, Diana was right this was golden, the only thing she got this heated about what the costumes but this felt more personal. “I swear to the gods, I hate that movie! Nothing was right, He’s like my brother! And I may have been young but I wasn’t STUPID?!” Mari realizes her misstep and quickly covered her mouth dropping Jason’s wrist making him stumble, “Well, M’Lady,” he got punched for that, “I am inclined to believe the totally historically accurate animated film,” she rolled her eyes at him, “It does explain a lot though, and lets just say you're not the only one with red suits in their past,” a wink and another punch in the arm and they left the theater a laughing mess leaning on each other so they wouldn’t fall over. “Oh you arse,” “You know you love me,” another light punch, this one with very little behind it, “Worth it!”

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Their third date was more impulsive than the last one. It had been a tough week. For Jason his family was hounding him for details about his girl and the last case he helped with took more effort than he thought it would. Mari on the other hand had been working all week on commission (how Bruce Wayne found out about her she didn't want to know) sketches, she had to make close to ten outfits for the Gala in a month and a half, sure she could do it but the perfectionist in her meant very little sleep. She still had hers and Jason’s to make, not that he knew that yet.

That Saturday they found themselves at a small coffee shop Tim liked to rave about. It was homey place, and they both needed to get out of the house.

“You know if the replacement sees us you’re gonna have to talk about how we met-” a finger shushed him, Mari looked more dead than Tim did, she needed her coffee fix, anything else could wait.

“Shhhhh Coffee now, annoying family later,” her words were slightly slurred, she hadn’t slept in two days but she finished the sketches to be approved so that was a positive.

Once the once the vanilla and cinnamon coffee hit her system she was her joyful self again. Jason had gotten himself a honey chamomile tea, it always helped with the stress. What was originally supposed to be a quick in and out ended up with them spending most of the morning just chatting.

They talked about anything and everything. They had been living together for about 3 weeks now so they were leaning the other’s quirks. She finally told him what she was working on, and laughed as his face scrunched up hearing his adoptive fathers name, she had to admit it was kinda cute. Mari also came clean about needed his measurements so they could have matching outfits, she showed him the designs. Jason had to admit he was impressed, and noticing how they looked like something MDC would make he learned another thing about the girl with him. She sure was full of secrets.

The rest of the day after their lovely coffee ‘date’ was spent going to fabric stores getting the stuff she needed to make everyone's outfits. Each one had elements that hinted subtly to their alter egos and pasts while still have a consistent color scheme and accents that paired the couples.

Jason gained yet another layer of appreciation for the girl, what couldn't she do?

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Turns out taking her to the Gotham Botanical Gardens was a way better idea than Jason had originally thought it would be. The plants seemed to grow and perk up as she walked by. Her smile brighten up the whole room; as she twirled in a pale green sundress inspired by the keeper of the gardens Jason couldn’t help but smile as well. She really looked like a goddess in this light. He couldn’t be happier he helped bring that smile and joy to her face, she deserved the world. When he started thinking like that he couldn’t tell you but the idea this would end soon was one he avoided thinking about. Maybe there wouldn’t be an end, but only time would tell wouldn’t it?

Ivy sensed something was different in her precious gardens and went to investigate, her girlfriend followed to make sure on one got overly hurt. Both of them were shocked to see the plants blooming more than usual and just two people walking the gardens. The girl seemed to be making the pants so happy Ivy just had to talk with her, so she quietly made her was over to the young women hoping to not scare her. Harley made her way over to the former Robin, a little teasing was in order.

Yet another surprise from the former Ladybug he probably should have seen coming, Ivy adored the woman, insisting that she come more often to which Mari eagerly agreed complementing Ivy’s botanical knowledge the whole time. Suprisong himself he didn’t deny Harley’s tasing about his feelings for her, she really was something special wasn’t she?

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When Mari found out Jason hadn’t seen all of the Star Wars movies she made him sit with her all weekend to watch them, he only agreed if they would watch all of Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit trilogy the next weeked.

Their next two weekends were now booked and snack runs were made. Jason made the Living room into a palace of blankets and pillows while Mari prepared snacks and drinks. They wouldn’t be getting up for awhile.

When episode 3’s credits were rolling Mari made an offhand comment about how hot Anakin was and how she felt bad for his fate, well Jason felt a little envious. Something about misunderstood, dark haired boys was Mari’s type apparently. The subtle hints were lost on him but they enjoyed the rest of the films. They skipped the newer trilogy for time and so they had something to watch in theaters.

Mari fell asleep on his arm mid way through episode 6 and Jason couldn’t bring himself to wake her, he fell asleep as the end credits rolled. Both had a content smile on their faces as they dreamed of fantasy worlds long ago and far far away.

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Mari had a surprise for Jason, “Come on Jay, get out of bed already,” she was pulling him out of bed on a tuesday, TUESDAY!

With much prodding and poking Mari was able to get them out of the apartment by 8, she had a surprise for him and refused to tell him what it was. “Just trust me it will be worth it,” she handed him his helmet and got on his bike. He found himself not minding someone else driving his bike for once.

The wind was blowing fast as they left the center of the city, they were in the outskirts in a more smalltown area of the city. It was like a whole different world like they had gone to a place untouched by the corruption of Gotham propper. They finally slowed down and parked in front of an older building. Secret Cave the sign read, no way, did she really go out of her way to take him here.

Taking off her helmet she shook her head to loosen her ponytail, he took this chance to really look at her. She was wearing a red v-neck under one of his older leather jackets and some dark blue jeans. She had a small black bag what went with her combat boots, both had flowers embroidered on them, he had to admit she was beautiful.

“Come on Jay, I got a surprise for you,” she was pulling his hand now as they entered the spacious store, books covered every surface and there were rows upon rows of selves. It was almost hard to move, not wanting to disturb the books but they had made it to one of the small sitting areas, “Wait here I’ll be right back.” Jaso found himself obeying and looking at the books in the area, lots of classic literature in fancy leather bound editions and some of the quintessential plays everyone had to read at some point in their original language, this was heaven for a book nerd like him.

20 Minutes later a hand covered his eyes, “Guess who,” her laugh melted his heart, “I don’t know, maybe… one Mari” he scooped her up in a hug, “I love you so much,” before he could realize what he had said, “I know you big nerd, I love you too.”

When he finally put her down, the blush was on both of their faces at their confessions, ‘they didn’t really mean that did they’ she gave him a thick parcel. “Open it later big guy, but consider it a thank you for everything.” her blush seemed to get worse but so was his, maybe it was the room, yeah it had to be right? “I should be the one thanking you but okay…” he trailed off not quite knowing where to go with this conversation, there was so many things he wanted to say to her but he couldn’t get the words out of his throat. Unknown to him Mari was in the same boat, after a beat of silence, “Want to go to the café next door than browse some more?” “Absolutely.”

They left the shop, hand in hand, and spent the rest of the afternoon together exploring the surrounding area and exploring the store, the gift still untouched for now.

When he would eventually open it a few days later he found red leather bound copies of all his favorites with a J engraved into the cover. These were something he’d treasure for as long as he lived.

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It was the last weekend before the Gala, all the outfits were done and fitted so mari had free time, and Jason had cleared the day to spend with his ‘girlfriend’, were the quotes still there? Were they something more now? Hopefully he’d find out tonight.

It was Roy and Diana’s idea. A dinner at an upscale restaurant, the Ocelot came to mind so he got reservations for the two of them. Diana insisted on covering it, and Roy made sure he had the perfect suit. To say Jason was nervous would be an understatement but it only got worse when Mari stepped out of her room in a floor length dress that made her look like a straight up greek goddess, she was stunning and that felt like an understatement. Her hair was lightly curled and was flowing down her back, a small golden flowers rested atop her head in a crown shape, he was glad Roy had helped him get a suite that made him look mature but he felt he still paled in comparison to her beauty.

They had a lovely dinner, they had gotten a table secluded in the back. It started with nervous and awkward conversation that quickly melted away into the easy conversation they usually shared, it was one of the nicest dates they had ever been on. It felt like a real date with no pressures to fake something, somehow this fake relationship had turned into a real true and meaningful one.

The ‘couple’ was so engrossed with each other they hadn’t noticed the spying eyes that watched from different areas of the restaurant. There were at least 16 different people watching their date if not more but if they noticed they didn’t care. The only thing on their mind was the person in front of them.

As they were leaving the dining room they had eaten in, Jason finally found the courage to ask, “Does this mean-” Mari cut him off with a kiss on the cheek and a tighter grip on his hand, “Absolutely Jay, I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

Small cheers could be heard in the room as they had left, it had been a success!

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It was finally the night of the gala, Jason and his official girlfriend Marientte would be making their debut to the public. To say it was stressful would be putting it lightly, all the other outfits had been dropped off at the Wayne Manor the day before so that was at least taken care of. They had two hours before the Gala would start, so just over an hour to get ready. The apartment was a mess, making sure they had everything.

Jason’s suit was a dark crimson color with a midnight blue tie to tie it in with the rest of his family. The intricate beading and embroidery shined and became seen when the light hit it right, his hair was fluffy as usual but more kept than usual, the white streak pushed to the side with the rest of his hair. He looked like a proper gentleman thanks to his lady. She had a floor length ball gown that made her look like a princess. The bodice was the same midnight blue as his tie and had off the shoulder sleeves that were see through. The skirt that flowed from her his was made with the same crimson red with balck beading and embroidery in a variety of patterns. The apple blossoms were the most obvious and they traveled up her bodices in a blood red color that was made more clear in the right light, she wore black greek sandless underneath her dress and her hair was pinned to the side, a golden flower crown that Diana insisted she wore atop her head, if she looked like a goddess when they went to dinner, she was simply ethereal now, words could do no justice for how stunning she looked right now. To think she made this all by hand was beyond him.

Hand in hand they entered the ballroom, all eyes were on them. The camera flashes made them sparkle as they made their way down the carpet. Every reporter wanted to know everything about them and their outfits, this was the first time Jason had been seen at one of these actually looking happy and not coming with his family. It was the talk of everyone there.

“Thank the gods we finally made it inside,” Mari was already pulling him to a place she could get a drink. “You still need to introduce me properly to your family you know.”

“Thanks for reminding me, you know I’m sure you have met them all already.”

“That’s not the point Jay!” she hit his arm softly then picked up two glasses of champagne, “Cheers?”

“Cheers” they clinked their glasses and chugged them down. It was going to be quite the night.

They had finally made the rounds to all of his family and the important people of the gala and 2 hours in they had a moment to themselves.

“This is why I avoided these for so long.”

“I know right, to many fake pleasantries if you ask me.”

“At least we are in this together,” both said at the same time, causing them to burst into a fit of giggles.

“God I could kiss you right now.”

“Then why don’t you,” without giving Jason a chance to backtrack Marientte pulled him down to her and locked their lips in a passionate kiss. It was pure bliss, something they both needed and longed for and finally had. It felt right, like home. “Took you long enough,” Jason had a smirk as they pulled away, the applause didn't reach their ears as they pulled each other into another one this time less needy but soft, they felt whole in each others arms, this was what they had been missing for so long and now that they had it, they wouldn’t give it up for the world.

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Asks are still open, don’t hesitate to ask!!

#my wrting #jasonette #fake dating au #follower give away #ask prompt #long post #i really like how this came out #not gonna lie #we be proud tonight #hit me up with more promots please #maribat

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thelittleredrobinhood · 4 years ago

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The Shadows We Cast

This is my contribution to this years @batfam-big-bang Big Bang! I’ve never been apart of anything like this and it was incredible. I have never met such kind and talented people and I can’t wait to do more with all of them in the future. The mods are all amazing and wonderful people and I can’t thank them enough for existing.

Special thanks to @shelbychild, @kuraness, and @xvivon for betaing this chapter, and @houser-of-stories for the art for this chapter, and @coravao and @dreamer-247 for the artwork for later chapters. You were all so incredibly helpful and I’m sorry I made you work so hard.

Chapter: 1/6

Length: 4,300 words

Fandom: Batman

Ratings: General Audiences

Trigger Warnings: Food Mention, Fire Mention,

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Barbra Gordon

Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbra Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake-Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth

Summary:

Just another ordinary day in Gotham city and Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke are enjoying the calm in different ways. But in the sunlight everyone casts shadows, and some are harder to avoid than others.

Chapter 1: Dick

The morning light shines through Dicks window, casting his small bedroom in a golden hue. He quickly glances at the clock on his bedside table, 8:00am faintly glowing on its screen. Dejectedly, he resigns to his fate; he has to get up.

After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he carefully turns to the other side of the bed to see the beautiful redhead sleeping next to him. Barbara Gordon - sometimes he still can’t believe it. How did he ever get a girl like her? She’s smart, kind, and brave... not to mention the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

He takes a minute just to let it sink in, then carefully kisses her forehead, and, though her eyes flutter, she doesn’t wake. Silently, he sneaks out of bed and creeps out of their room. Normally Babs would cook breakfast, but she was up late solving a cold case with Tim, and Dick wants to do something nice for her.

He slowly makes his way to the kitchen, stretching his sore muscles as he walks. Each step feels as though his own body is against him, fighting with everything it has to convince him to go back to his warm bed, but he persists. There was a time in his life when he could jump out of bed and run all the way to breakfast, but that time has long since passed.

He pauses for a moment, taken aback. When did his childhood begin to feel like a lifetime ago? He swears it was only yesterday he was running through the manor halls. Glancing around him, he takes in his surroundings; the short hallway from his bedroom to the kitchen is dark, getting lighter with each passing second. He could just see their couch, with Barbara’s favorite blanket strewn across the top and the kitchen table still covered in case files from last night.

Finally, he looks to the wall in front of him, filled with pictures of his family. The single picture of his parents surrounded by the family he has found, the family he has watched grow. There are pictures of all of them, though his favorite is the newest: a group photo of him and his brothers; even Jason is there. He can’t help but smile at the memory; it was right after Duke's first solo patrol and they all had dinner at the manor to celebrate.

Dick remembers starting out, all the pressure and the fear, but he can’t be happier with how it all turned out, with what he started. He knows it was hard on them following in his footsteps, but he can’t be prouder of what they’ve accomplished. He only hopes they know that.

After another moment, and a few deep breaths, he walks the rest of the way to his kitchen. After turning on the light, the first thing he does is start the coffee machine, the smell of the roasting beans waking him up properly. As that brews, Dick carefully clears the table, making sure to keep Barbara’s work in order.

Then he walks over to the fridge and opens it slowly, taking stock of what’s inside. His usual go-to is a nice big bowl of cereal, but Barbara deserves better. After a minute, he decides his best bet is just some simple scrambled eggs and toast; even he couldn’t mess that up, again.

A few more minutes pass and just as Dick is finishing the eggs, Barbara comes into view.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Dick says when he spots her. He always has to see her to know she’s there. So many years of training ingrained stealth into her bones, even silent in her wheelchair.

“Morning. Is that breakfast?”

“Yep! Scrambled eggs with extra cheese, just how you like it.” Dick places her coffee and plate of food on the dining room table just as she wheels into her spot, their motions fluid around each other, practiced a hundred times.

“Thanks babe,” she says, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. He got the coffee just right too. Dick kisses her quickly on the forehead in response, then turns to retrieve his own breakfast.

Though just as he is about to sit down, smoke fills the room.

“The toast!” He remembers too late. He promptly jumps to his feet as Babs begins to laugh. Acting quickly, he pulls out the toast and opens a window, just in time to stop the fire alarm from going off, again. After a few minutes of frantically waving his arms back and forth to clear the smoke, he finally sits down, now with the burnt toast in hand.

“A lot of help you were,” he says teasingly to his girlfriend, who has continued to eat her breakfast without him.

“You had it under control, you always do. Please tell me you aren’t going to eat that?” she asks when she notices Dick begin to butter the black toast.

“What? I like it burnt.” He grins. Babs just shakes her head, a fond smile appearing at her lips.

Once breakfast is finished and the plates cleaned and put away, Barbara opens her laptop and checks her messages.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Dick asks, leaning on the back of her wheelchair to see the screen.

“I don’t know. It looks like Duke is already out on patrol and he seems to have the city under control for now,” she says without looking up.

“Well then, it looks like we can have a quiet Saturday for once.”

“That sounds nice,” Barbara says longingly.

“It does. I just need to call Bruce real quick. Then I’m all yours.” Dick kisses her cheek then grabs his phone and dials.

He puts his phone next to his ear as he walks towards the window. Outside his apartment, Gotham City is slowly waking up: cars making their way to jobs, kids enjoying their day off from school. After a few more rings, he hears Bruce’s answering machine, not unexpected this early in the morning. Though by now he knows B doesn’t ever bother listening to his voicemails, so he doesn’t leave one.

Dialing a new number, he raises his phone back up to his ear. It takes less than one ring for a voice to come through.

“Grayson.”

“Morning, Damian,” Dick says cheerfully.

“Of that I am aware. What is the reason for this phone call?” Damian asks in his ever-emotionless tone.

“What? A guy can’t just call his little brother?” Dick asks playfully.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Damian retorts dryly.

“Well now that you mention it. I called Bruce, but he didn’t pick up. Did he make it back from Star City ok?”

“Father has yet to return, he must have gotten caught up in the case, goodness knows Queen probably needs the help. He will undoubtedly make contact later when he remembers to look up from the computer screen,” Damian replies, though more curtly than usual.

“Is everything ok over there?” Dick asks. Most people couldn’t tell, but Dick could hear the odd tone in his little brother’s voice.

“Everything is fine. Brown was finally able to get Drake to sleep and I am under orders not to disturb him,” Damian responds.

“That’s good. How long was he awake this time?” asks Dick, as he turns to lean against his window.

“3 days. I don’t understand how he could even function… Not that I care. If that is what it takes for him to be of use then so be it. The mission is all that matters,” he adds quickly.

“Of course, the mission, but you know he’s family too. It’s okay to worry about him,” Dick says carefully.

“I am not worried. It would be a waste of my time to feel such emotions for anyone, let alone that imbecile,” Damian snaps, though Dick ignores the tone.

“Well I’m glad you’re not worried because Tim can handle himself,”

“If that will be all?” Damian asks haughtily.

“But if Tim isn’t bothering you what is?” Dick probes.

“Nothing.”

“Damian?” he questions.

“Really, Grayson, I am fine.”

“Ok, if you say so. Hey, since Bruce is still gone, do you want to patrol together tonight? Or are you going with Jon?” Dick asks, changing the subject.

“Kent and I have no plans. If you require my assistance, I can accompany you,” Damian replies.

“Awesome, 7 sound good?” Dick offers.

“Perfectly acceptable. I will meet you in the cave then.”

“Cool, see you then,” Dick replies happily.

Damian hangs up the phone without another word.

Dick takes a deep breath. Concern for his little brother is still fresh in his mind, but he knows if something were really wrong Damian would have told him. Shaking his head, he moves from his spot at the window back to where Babs is sitting, still looking at her laptop.

“Everything ok?” she asks without looking up from the screen.

“Yah. Bruce isn’t back yet so I spoke to Damian. Apparently, Stephanie finally got Tim to sleep.”

“Ooh, how long was he awake this time?” Babs questions, finally looking up.

“3 days. Did he seem alright while you were working together last night?” Dick asks while settling on the sofa next to her wheelchair.

“No more sleep deprived than usual. I have no idea how he does that, but I’ll admit I’m kind of jealous.”

“I’m not. I can’t imagine trying to deal with both of you while you're hyped up on caffeine.” Dick shuddered at the thought. He still had a bruise from the last time it was his turn to get Tim to sleep.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Barbara smirks. “So did Damian know when Bruce is going to be back?”

“He didn’t know, if he’s not back by tonight Damian and I are going to head out for patrol around 7,” Dick responds.

“Hmm, it's not like Bruce not to call in. Maybe I should check up on him…”

“I’m sure he’s fine. Oliver would have called if something were wrong. Now come on, we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?” Dick says confidently.

“Well, there is some shopping I’ve wanted to do, and we could probably use a new toaster, one that’s a little harder to set on fire,” Barbara remarks with a grin.

“Hey!” Though just as Dick is about to protest, one look from Babs has him thinking twice. He puts his hands up in defeat. “You know what, that’s fair. And we can grab lunch while we're out, my treat.”

“Old Chuck’s Sandwich Truck?”

“You got it! I’ll grab our coats.” Dick smiles, kissing Barbara’s cheek.

The shops aren’t far from their apartment and the autumn weather hasn’t turned on them yet. The pair decide to take the opportunity and enjoy the cool day, walking leisurely to the shops.

The errands don’t take too long, just some essentials and a new toaster. Though they take their time simply enjoying each other’s company. Finally, arms full of bags, they start to make their way home.

The streets are busy but not yet filled with holiday shopping madness. Everyone is still in light jackets and shorts, no need to hide away from the cold yet. On the last turn to their apartment, they take a left instead of a right, heading toward a small nearby park. This particular park has all the best food trucks, though that has nothing to do with why he picked an apartment nearby, definitely.

Their walks were never dull, conversation always flowing easily between Dick and Barbara; from new movies to old memories, the topics never stayed the same for long. Though right now they walk in comfortable silence, no words are needed. At a crosswalk Dick glances down at Barbara with a smile, simply content to see her face, though she doesn’t notice. Her attention is taken by a bus unloading across the street; she can’t help but grin and stifle a laugh.

Across the entire left side of the bus is an ad for Wayne Enterprises, with a giant picture to Tim Drake-Wayne’s face. Dick follows her eyes and they almost miss the sign to cross, they are laughing so much. Tears in their eyes, they finish the walk to the park, still giggling to themselves.

“Please tell me you got a photo of that,” Dick asks once they reach the park.

“Of course. Who do you think I am, Bruce?” Babs replies sarcastically.

“Can you…”

“Already sent to your phone,” Barbara answers before he can even finish his question.

“I’m gonna send it to Tim, he’ll love this.” Dick takes out his phone and sends his little brother a quick text with the photo.

Following one last laughing fit, the pair head to a small food truck tucked in the back corner of the park, the aroma hitting them twenty feet away, and by the time they order both their stomachs are rumbling.

After placing their order, they sit down on a nearby table. It’s covered in graffiti, like everything in Gotham, but at least it looks clean and isn’t mysteriously wet. Dick doesn’t really notice though; his mind has traveled back to the bus ad with Tim’s face. He looked so grown up.

“So, Tim must be doing well at Wayne Enterprises huh?” Barbara asks, noticing the distracted look on her boyfriend’s face.

“Huh? Oh, yeah he is. It's only been a few months and productivity is up 10%,” he says, turning his full attention back to his girlfriend.

“You must be proud of him.”

“The whole family is.” And he means it: Tim is doing a great job.

“But?”

“I just hope he isn’t pushing himself too hard. There’s a reason I didn’t go into business at W.E. Our lives are busy enough with, well, you know. I couldn’t handle that kind of pressure on top of it.”

The words came out before he could stop them, but it was nice to finally air his worries out into the world.

“But that’s what makes you two different: stress like that is where Tim shines,” Barbara says, trying to ease his concern.

“I guess, but he still shouldn’t stay awake for days on end.”

“That’s just what he does, I don’t think anyone can change that,” Barbara points out. “Though maybe I should have tried to get him to rest last night.”

“He wouldn’t have listened; you’re right about no one being able to change him,” Dick says, and offers up a small smile.

“Except Stephanie apparently,” Barbara corrects.

“Except Steph. At this point she may be our only hope.” He smiles for real now. He’s so glad Tim has someone like her in his life.

After a few moments of content silence, the cook shouts that their order is ready. Dick gets up and retrieves their food and brings it back to the table. As the pair eats, their conversation returns to lighter things: the meal, the weather, the rules about their new toaster. The worries from their previous conversation melt away.

Once they finish, they throw away their trash and begin walking home. As they make their way back onto the street, a light rain begins to fall from above. Some passers by raise their umbrellas while others hurry indoors, but Dick and Barbara don’t even flinch. This was Gotham after all; rain was nothing. Though they both hope it stops before patrol, as rain and spandex don’t mix well.

On the final block of their walk they pass by a newsstand, still a common sight in Gotham. It’s almost like some parts of the city are frozen in time. Shifting her bags to one arm, Babs grabs a now slightly soggy paper and pays. It may be old fashioned, but some habits are harder to break. She blames her Dad for this one.

A few more feet and Dick steps up and unlocks the complex door, holding it open for Barbara to pass through. She smiles gratefully and rolls up to the elevator doors, hitting the button with her newspaper.

While waiting for the elevator she begins scanning the cover, a proud smile quickly appearing on her face. The front page headline was from last night: Batman and Robin had busted a local gang, and though some got away, most were now safely behind bars.

A moment later the elevator arrives, and they begin the slow ascent to their apartment floor.

“How’s it feel being a hero?” Barbara asks him coyly, holding up the newspaper for her boyfriend to see.

“You did all the hard work finding them,” he responds.

“Really though, how are you doing filling in for the big bad bat?” Barbara asks, becoming serious.

“It's fine. He needed my help, so I helped.” Dick shrugs.

“Really? No mixed feelings? I know you don’t want to become Batman, but you’ve really started to get good at it,” she probes.

“…Honestly? At first, I hated it, you know that. But after Bruce came back and it became a once in a while thing, it's not so bad. It’s just no matter what I do, I know I’ll never be as good as Bruce. Like last night, it should have been a piece of cake, but some of them still got away.” He looked down, guilt evident on his face.

“But you’re not Bruce and that’s ok,” Barbara reassures him.

“Is it? Part of the reason I didn’t want the cowl was because I didn’t want to know just how much better he is than me.” He sighs, shifting his bags to run a hand over his face.

“And?”

“And maybe I didn’t want him to know either, but now we both do. I just know how much I’ve already let him down, by not joining the company, by becoming a cop. I didn’t want to disappoint him in this too.”

“You aren’t. You’re doing a great job, and if I recall he didn’t start out perfectly either. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” she insists.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, there has to be some upside to it?” she asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean, it is nice to patrol with Damian again,” he says.

“Oh yeah?”

“His fighting skills have come so far, and he actually listens to orders now and…” He can’t help the wave of pride washing over him as he talks about all of Damian’s achievements.

The elevator doors open to their floor. Realizing they could be heard, he shifts the conversation.

“…and his grades are great! All A’s. And he’s finally making friends, he and Jon have been hanging out a ton lately, I’m actually surprised he was free tonight,” he continues, careful of saying anything suspicious.

Reaching their apartment door, they make their way inside and begin putting away their groceries.

“He did sound a little odd earlier, though he may just have been worried about Tim,” Dick remembers.

“Really, I thought they still weren’t getting along?” Barbara asks, a bit surprised.

“They aren’t really, but I know Damian cares. I should probably bring it up on patrol tonight just to be safe. I need to make sure he knows he can tell me stuff too, especially if Tim isn’t,” Dick answers, his tone going serious again.

“I’m sure Tim will come around.”

“Hopefully. Maybe I should speak to him tonight too, though I doubt Alfred will let him out on patrol.”

“If you want to stay there tonight that’s ok with me. I can do my work from here. You spend some time with your brothers,” she offers with a reassuring smile.

“Thanks babe. I think I will,” Dick kisses Barbara’s forehead in thanks. He’s so grateful for her sometimes; she always knows what to say.

“Well, we’ve got a little time before you have to head out, want to watch a movie?” she asks, hoping to distract him for a little bit.

“Sure. Why don’t you pick while I finish putting the groceries away,” he responds as he picks up another bag and begins to put its contents away.

“Perfect.” She begins turning toward the couch half way there when she adds, “And don’t even think of touching the new toaster.”

He glances to the kitchen counter where it still sits in a plastic bag, deciding that’s probably a good idea and leaves it where it is.

Once he’s done putting away the rest of the groceries, Dick walks over to the couch, shrugging off his jacket as he goes. On the TV screen the first Avengers movie is just starting to play.

“Oh Avengers, you know I love me some good Steve Rogers,” Dick says. Barbara playfully punches his arm when he comes into range, then loops hers around his neck.

“Well you’re in luck, there’s a whole marathon on.”

In an instant he picks her up and settles them both down on the couch. Raising one arm behind his head he grabs Barbara’s blanket and throws it over them both, content to spend the next few hours by her side.

Towards the end of the movie, right as Tony flies into the wormhole to save the day, a news briefing flashes interrupts the scene.

“Good evening Gotham my name is Vicky Vale here with breaking news. This just in Gotham’s newest hero The Signal has stopped a bank robbery at Gotham National. Video shows him handing over several would be thieves to GCPD officers waiting outside. More at 6 on WWTN!”

The screen cuts back to the movie just as the Avengers decide to go out for shawarma.

“Wow look at Duke! Looks like Damian isn’t the only one finding his place,” Barbara comments.

“He’s a natural alright. He’s been here less than a year and he’s already going solo,” Dick replies.

“Well his powers can’t hurt,” she adds.

“He doesn’t need them, he does it all on his own,” Dick says confidently.

“You sound impressed,” Babs says.

“I am, no way I was doing that stuff year 1.”

“You were only 10 at the time,” she recalls.

“Still, he’s caught on so fast. I’m just glad he took the daytime route, or I might be out of a job. But in all seriousness, he really is doing great, even Bruce is surprised. And not just on the streets, he’s found his place in the family too. Even Damian likes him.”

“Wow, that’s high praise from him,” Babs says, surprised.

“It is, and I’ll admit, I wasn’t too sure at first. I didn’t see what Bruce did, but I’m glad I was wrong. He’s just the change this family needed after the past few years,” Dick says with a smile.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Barbara concurs. “Well we may have missed the end of the movie, but another is on after this. While we wait, can I trust you to make popcorn?”

“Hey, popcorn is my specialty,” he says sarcastically, and kisses her head as he gets up.

While walking to the kitchen, an alert on his phone grabs his attention. Looking down, a message from Jason fills the screen.

“I’m heading out early, got a tip about an arms deal down by the docks. Anybody else want in?”

Wow, Jason really has come a long way if he’s asking for backup. Well, not so much asking, but it's probably as close as they’ll ever get from him. He hasn’t exactly needed them lately, which is fine. Jason is his own man now, but that doesn’t mean Dick doesn’t miss spending time with him.

Jason’s death had really changed Dick, made him reevaluate what mattered to him, and now that’s Jason’s back he hopes his little brother knows he’s on that list. Though he’s sure Jason definitely has other priorities; he has his own mission now after all.

A lot of other heroes in the community think of Jason as a black sheep, but Dick never has. If anything, it's always impressed him how dedicated he is to his cause. At first, he was jealous of this new kid taking over his spot, but as time went on, he saw how much the boy had earned it.

Ever since Jason joined the family, he’s had a plan, and even now, after everything, he still knows what he needs to do. In some ways, he may even be more dedicated than Tim, giving up everything he had to fight his own way.

Dick can admit there was a time, a long time, when that was all he wanted. Now look at him, playing Batman while Bruce is off saving the world or whatever he’s doing this week. Maybe somewhere deep-down, Dick still is jealous of Jason.

“Dick, are you burning the popcorn?” Babs shouts from the living room.

“What? No, of course not.” Barbara’s call snaps Dick back to reality just in time to salvage their food.

He quickly grabs a bowl from a cabinet and pours the only slightly black popcorn inside. After adding enough butter to make Alfred wince, he heads back to the living room.

“Everything ok?” she asks, seeing his face.

“Jason texted, he’s heading out early to a bust, and wanted to know if anyone would like to join him.”

“Why don’t you join him? You probably have just enough time to go get Damian and meet him there.”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, I do. You’ve been feeling like your brothers aren’t confiding in you anymore, maybe spending some time with them will help. All of them.”

“You’re right, I just don’t want to make things worse.”

“You won’t. He wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want you there.”

“Alright I’ll go. Sorry it looks like you’re going to have to eat all this popcorn without me.”

Barbara looks down at the slightly burned kernels. “That’s too bad,” she says sarcastically.

Dick turns around and begins making his may to their hidden compartment filled with gear. He reaches for his phone to respond when it beeps again.

“Oh, maybe he changed his mind,” Dick mumbles to himself, as he looks at the device, but spread across the screen is a message he never wants to see.

Emergency: Code Red!

“Oh no…”

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Make Right (BruDick RP)

In Response to “It’s Killing Him”

@notyouraveragedickgrayson

If Bruce had to choose a moment when things really started to fall apart, he’d say was the day he pulled Jason’s still, broken body from the rubble of that abandoned warehouse. That surreal, numbness lifting as Bruce peeled away Jason’s mask to see his face for the last time.

That’s when the pain really hit him.

It was just like watching his mother and father bleed out in an alley - except it hurt so much worse. Maybe it was because parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children… And blood or no blood, Jason was his first child.

Watching strangers lower his boy – his son – into the ground that day is what finally broke him. By the end of the funeral service, it was just him and Alfred. Like it’s always been. And perhaps that has been Bruce’s mistake – maybe this is the way things were supposed to be. Maybe this cruel act was the universe’s way of reminding him of his place. It didn’t matter how long he trained, how much he learned or how many resources he devoted to his mission, he had to walk this path in solitude. ‘… or else…’

That night, Bruce stopped fighting the darkness - the Batman consumed him.

The carnage that followed Jason’s death couldn’t be called justice. Just needless bloodshed that falling short of killing. Violence that knew no shame. Batman wanted the Joker and he didn’t care what he had to do to get him. Batman had to make him hurt the way Bruce hurt. Torture him the way he tortured Jason. And the darkness only crept in further the longer Joker hid. There was nothing left to separate Bruce from the Bat anymore, no anchor. Just all-encompassing rage and an empty pain he prayed never went away. He needed that ache more than he needed food or air; it was the only thing getting him out of bed anymore.

Bruce couldn’t blame Dick for staying away. He deserved better than an emotionally crippled, hypocrite. How could he dare hold Dick accountable for his actions towards Zucco? Bruce knew full well what would happen when he finally found Joker. Arkham wasn’t enough. Blackgate wasn’t enough. Bruce knew that, and still couldn’t stop himself. That was until a young Timothy Jackson Drake appeared at his door, venti Americano in one hand and a tablet with a litany of evidence of Bruce’s double life in the other. More than that, the kid deduced Dick and Jason’s identities as Robins.

It was strange. All the information the young man had amassed over what had to be years – the eerily familiar singlemindedness Tim displayed in his pursuit. And all he wanted to do with it was convince Dick to become Robin again. “Because Gotham needs Batman. And Batman needs Robin.” The words rolled off the boys’ lips like an obvious truth he repeated one to many times. Like all whole world’s issues were nothing more than an uncomplicated problem to be solved over a cup of coffee and a few strokes of the keys.

A petty part of Bruce expected Tim to fall apart after failing to reunite the ‘Dynamic Duo’, Nightwing making it clear that he could never take the Robin mantle again. Imagine the Wayne’s rare look of shock when Tim came down the stairs of the cave, fully fitted in an altered Robin’s uniform. And when Bruce tried to protest, Tim simply shrugged it off and told him it was Nightwing who suggested he take the uniform. Tim would just have to do until Bruce found an adequate replacement… And if he resisted Tim’s help, he’d blow Bruce’s cover right out of the water.

It’s been years since that fateful day. Bruce would have loved to say that in that, he’s gotten better over time. That he had found a way to overcome the wounded savagery that overwhelmed him. That he didn’t slip back into those dark moods and was learning to be whole after having his heart picked apart, racked with guilt, shame and fear he concealed in anger. But that would be a blatant lie and nights like this he just didn’t care enough to keep up the front.

Tonight’s patrol had been taxing for the Bats.

The night ended early with the successful sabotage of Black Mask’s weapon shipment, but the win didn’t come without a fight. Batman had no idea where Sionis found the revenue to hire the mercs he had, but there was no way the people he and Robin encountered on that freight were anything ex-military. If it weren’t for his own decades of experience and Red Robin’s help tonight, the mission would have failed.

Damien left the fight with a concussion, Bruce ordering the boy go upstairs and rest. Tim, per usual, proved more resistant to his first dismissal, but his cracked ribs and broken arm and leg won out in the end. Between that and the three days Tim spent without sleep, operating the Bat near impossible. Not at Bruce was fairing much better. By the time they returned to the cave, the man sported several burns, bruises, and gashes from the explosion. The only way Alfred could get Bruce that stay still long enough to clean and dress the wounds when Bruce was sitting at the computer, typing up the reports for tonight. That was when Bruce saw the comm flash on his screen. The call came from Dick’s encrypted number.

… But he could feel ice in his veins when he heard the voice on the call.

“It’s me.”

And Bruce knew that voice anywhere.

It was a sad fact, but because couldn’t bring himself to open-up to Tim or Damien the way he had with Jason. Bruce had let his guard down with the young man and let himself be a father to him – something he could never bare to be to Dick. He could never presume to fill the void John Grayson left in Dick’s heart when he passed. Seeing Jason grow as an individual and Robin, principled and proud in the face of adversity. It always filled Bruce with pride… Perhaps that’s why seeing Red Hood stand over a fresh corpse, baring the face long dead son left him numb. Seeing that viciousness in Jason, felt like a cruel sick joke. Bruce’s only solace in Jason death was knowing the boy he cared for so much left this world with cleaner hands then him. But seeing Jason returned from the dead to become what felt like a reflection of Bruce’s darkest hours.

I was like he failed to save him all over again.

“Where is he?” Bruce demanded, his voice low and fierce. The logical part of his brain knew better than to think Jason would hurt Dick. In fact, the only person Red Hood hadn’t reconciled with was Batman. But Bruce didn’t always think rationally when it can to his first ward. Jason knew that better than anyone….

“With me and doesn’t wanna talk.” He clarified, adjust his hold Dick’s shaking form. “I’m calling a truce, old man. Let us in.” There was the briefest pause before Bruce overrode the security protocols and allow Jason to enter the cave. Bruce didn’t know could have happen to have Jason, of all people, to knock on his door and call for a truce, but he would be prepared it all the same. In the five minutes in took Jason to traverse the tunnels to central area, Bruce had covered his injuries and erased at trace of weakness. Not that it mattered once Jason ascended the steps to his platform.

Bruce’s stoic façade fell apart the minute his eyes came upon a harrowed Dick, bundled up in Jason’s arms. It’d been months since the he last saw his former ward – the two of them not necessarily on speaking terms. In fact, he and Dick had been on the outs ever since Bruce budded in a case in in Blüdhaven, stating under no uncertain terms what he thought of his ‘partner’, Catalina Flores. The actively avoided one another ever since.

Before Bruce could demand an explanation, Jason locked his green-blue eyes with his silently warning. It was always amazing how the two of them could communicate with out uttering a single word. It was part of the reason they worked so well together. So, when Jason eyes narrowed and gestured past Bruce, the man stepped aside and waited for him on the other side of the room. Once Jason was finished propping Dick in the same chair Bruce had occupied before their arrival. Despite Jason’s best effort, Dick still slumped over the edge like a ragdoll. And he was coming apart at the seams. It’s all Bruce can do, his brain running through every possible scenario, trying to deduce a reason for Dick’s state. Jason could come to him soon enough.

“He a panic attack.” Jason finally explained, his pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, but not reaching for his zippo yet. A nervous tick, just wanting something to chew on while he organized his thoughts.

“…What triggered it?” His mentor asked cautiously, trying to understand. His former ward had attack in the past. Bruce would care for Dick through the worse of them in the beginning, whenever the boy would have a nightmare or close call. But this was the first he’s ever seen the Dick since he became an adult. He was practically catatonic.

“You.” Jason spat out, as if to apply it was obvious. “Like it or not, all of this,” Jason gestured toward Dick. “Is on you.”

Without give Bruce an inch, Jason unloaded, recounting all that Dick confided in him. The young man’s mental health was in shambles and Bruce, whether he realized it or not, had only made it worse pushing Dick away. Especially when Bruce fired Dick. The older man had to admit, he was blinded with anger the night he fired Dick and all but kicked him out of the manor. Anger, and if he were being totally honest, fear. Fear of the unknown as Dick grew into the man, he was becoming, fear for the way he was started to see Dick. Because in all the years he raised Dick, he couldn’t see him as a son. And that terrified him to the core. Bruce had only realized the terrible mistake he made when the heard the Dick pulling out of the driveway for the last time.

And then Jason and the bomb happened…

“Pull your head out of your ass, old man. Your hot-and-cold attitude might work for the ladies, but that man behind me, feels fucked up enough about wanting you without your mile-thick wall of bullshit. And I know you heard me. Now, something has to change because I am not kidding around when I say that this situation, this denial, whatever ego or pride is in the way of you two... its killing him”.

Bruce was at a loss. Looking at Dick again, he felt a surge guilt run through him. Was it his fault that Dick developed this infatuation with him? Did he somehow poison the younger man’s mind and manipulated him -

“Stop, I know what you’re thinking old man. Stop making this about you and just make this right. If either of you were as sick as you think, you won’t be so scared of this.” Jason hissed, making his way to the stairs from where he came. “He’s in your care. Make it right, Bruce.” Jason repeated, warning the older man.

Bruce waited until he couldn’t hear Jason’s footsteps, steeling himself before approaching Dick for the first time in so long. He looked so out of it. Depressed and tired and just… gone. Bruce would have given anything wrap his arm around him like he had back when his thoughts towards Dick were innocent. But right now, it wasn’t about what Bruce wanted. It was about what Dick needed. So he knelt down on the ground before Dick so they were at eye level. Dicks eyes were downcast, but Bruce didn’t make a thing of it. Just spoke in the clearest voice he could manage, hoping that Dick would respond to him.

“Dick. Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

#Warning: BruDick #brudick #Batmanrp #closed thread #do not reblog

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kathrynalicemc · 4 years ago

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Identity

Name: Lysander Paris

Gender: Male

Age: 15 (year 5)

Birth Date: 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Sexuality: Idk yet

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: Did Not live in one place for long. Always traveling.

The Mage

Wand: Maple wood, 10 ¾, Phoenix feather

Animagus: None. Too tired and not bothered to do the spell that takes a month

Boggart Form: someone he loves bearing his same curse and dying

Riddikulus Form: idk yet

Amortentia: Dust, fresh air, parchment, the ocean, jungle plants and flowers

Patronus: Cat

Patronus Memory: the first time he and his parents explored a ruin and found artifacts together

Mirror of Erised: His parents alive without the curse

Appearance

Faceclaim: Lucky Blue Smith maybe?

Game Appearance: N/A

Height: 5’9”

Physique: Tall, gangly, almost skin and bones, weak

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown roots fading to sun bleached platinum at the ends

Skin Tone: Tanned

Body Modifications: black veins on his palms that spread upwards on his arms and if they reach his heart he dies

Scarring: a scar on one side of his mouth through his lips

Inventory: His cat Cleo in his bag, school books, wand, texts on lost artifacts of legend,

Hogwarts Information

House: Gryffindor

Quidditch: N/A

Extra Curricular: None

Favourite Professors: Mcgonagall, Flitwick,

Least Favourite Professors: Snape, Rakepick

Relationships

Parents: Edward & Elisse Paris

-Archeologists

-Muggles

-Die right after Lysander starts Hogwarts

-They give him Cleo as a gift to keep him company at Hogwarts

Love Interest: unknown yet

MC Friends: Rebecca Lord @cursed-ice-spirits , Jason Novak @death-or-sleep , Alice Beaumont @mizutoyama, Finn Mcgarry @theguythatdraws so far. Looking for more

Rival: Rakepick

Background/History

Traveling the world with his archaeological parents, Lysander would play among history. One day in Brazil they unwittingly came close to Castelobruxo and uncovered and explored a ruin which bore a curse upon the family. This curse is in their blood and feeds off their life force. They get sick and weak and eventually die at a young age. The curse starts as black veins on your palms. As time passes, they spread up the arms and suck the life and energy from the host. They become weak and skinny. Once the veins reach the heart, they die. His parents lasted long enough to see him start Hogwarts. Being so young himself gave him more time. The curse will magically appear on anyone who marries someone infected. Their children will bare the curse too although it doesn’t really start to spread until they turn 10. Lysander used to love exploring tombs and traveling the world as a kid. He also had a love for books and studies but preferred to be outdoors. At Hogwarts, after the death of his parents and the toll of his curse he became quiet, tired, and would often avoid friendships. He stopped being active due to exhaustion yet he would find somewhere quiet to sit outside rather than be cooped up indoors. His worst fear is to get close to someone and hurt them with his eventual death or worse, condemn them to the same fate as him. His goal is to find a way to break his curse.

Personality

-Hates to be treated like he’s fragile

-Curious about the world and undiscovered places

-Restless and wants to constantly be doing things and traveling but is too weak

-Will fight someone being a bitch even if he gets his ass kicked

-Would sacrifice his own wants and needs so that he won’t grow attached to someone romantically and give them the curse too. Or not make friends so that they will be hurt when he dies.

-Always fights against his exhaustion

Misc

-His cat is named Cleo after Cleopatra

-He wears a ring on a chain that was given to him by his mom before their death. It was found on an archeological dig

-He likes to wear baggy clothes to hide how weak and skinny he gets every day

-The bandages on his hands and forearms cover the visual evidence of his curse. Starting at his palms, his veins turn black and it slowly grows and spreads up his arm towards his heart over the course of a few years. They started growing when he hit 10 years old.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #lysander paris #hphm profile #harry potter #my art #my mc

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misterewrites · 5 years ago

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Threads of Fate, Jason Todd x reader: Challenge

Hiya everyone! E here and basically I am going to keep this short because I’ve been having on and off internet connection for the last 3 weeks. It’s not too bad but it does randomly cut out so I’m kinda speeding through this.

Umm my good friend @hains-mae whom I’ve accidentally gotten addicted to DC movies *Gotham by gaslight cough cough* Has been on a bit of a batman bender and challenge me to write something for her and since I owe her birthday gifts, why not? Specifically Someone x reader drabbles which I’ve always wanted to do anyway so here we are! She chose Jason Todd.

This a soulmate au kinda. The reader (that’s you!) and Jason are of the same age though he is currently the Red Hood.

I hope you all have an amazing week. I will be trying to write my original story and post it sometime this week but we’ll see what happens. Stay safe, take care of yourself, for the love of all that is holy stay inside! wear masks! PLEASE!

E out, byeeeeeee!

He was coming tonight.

Probably only a few minutes away knowing him.

I could feel it in my bones, the anticipation gnawing at me uneasily, preventing any chance of getting a good night’s rest.

Okay, so I’m lying. This is Gotham after all. Nobody ever got a good night’s sleep in Gotham. Insomnia was par for the course for 90 percent of us.

I sigh heavily as the torrent downpour of the rain crashes against my windows relentlessly.

Threads of fate.

My superpower though it’s not as cool as than it sounds or useful. My mom coined the phase when I was a little kid and I kinda just went along it. Seems to much of a bother to change it now and frankly it’s not impressive when you got an alien lifeform flying around at the speed of sound living the next town over.

Still she swore I was special. I thought she was crazy but she’s mom.

What are you going to do but love her anyway?

There’s a soft groan as my dusty apartment settles against the harsh night air.

He’s here and he knows that I know despite his best attempts to remain stealthy. I mean to be fair he can’t hide from my eyes no matter how much he tries.

I take a sip of my tea and let the warmth fill my body, relaxing for the moment.

A thrum of thunder booms in my ears and a crack of lightning streaks across the sky, utterly blinding.

When my eyes readjust, there he is standing tall and menacingly like the drama queen he is.

Red Hood.

Yeah, that Red Hood in my apartment.

So many questions I bet. Same to be honest.

It started about a year ago when there was a nasty mugging near my apartment complex. I had been working at the time luckily but the news still caused more than a few of us to start carrying our keys between our knuckles and try to avoid eye contact with everyone.

He says he was cleaning up the streets. I know he was looking out for us, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

Jury’s still out with public opinion on Red Hood. Half the town wants him arrested and the other approves of his violent methods.

Everyone knew he was the second Robin, the wayward child of Batman at odds with his mentor.

I knew him as Jay.

I don’t think he meant to tell me. I don’t think he meant to stay long.

But he did and I let him in, out of morbid curiosity and no regard for my safety.

It was awkward at first, as typical of a normal citizen and a masked crime fighter in a room together but I guess he was lonely.

I mean I was lonely too so I can’t really blame him.

It was small things at first: Would you like some coffee? Local troublemakers, any dealers pushing on the street and where? Did you want to take off your jacket, it’s hot in here. Who was out of Arkham?

Our little back and forths.

Then it got a bit more personal: How was work? Did you kill anyone today? Anyone bother you on the street?

And before I knew it, he was checking up on me. Regularly. Once a month meetings became every other day.

Hence the whole standing in my apartment dramatically. He was probably waiting for the lightning.

I lazily gesture to the mug next to me, his favorite drink all nice and toasty for him.

He takes a seat, tension from his shoulders easing out of his body.

He doesn’t take off the mask of course. I think he regretted it after the first time.

But there was no taking back what I saw: A handsome face with a streak of white in his messy black hair and piercing blue eyes, lost and seeking.

The face of Jason Todd.

I cough loudly trying to get that image out of my head.

Didn’t work.

“So” I began, fiddling with my mug nervously “You okay? You were a little louder than usual. Practically shouting in my ear with that landing.”

He gives a playful chuckle filtered through the mask “You should’ve been asleep like you promised.”

I wave him off with a hand “I said I’d try, not do. Besides, if I was, I’d never see you”

“I was personally trained by Batman himself. You wouldn’t be able to see me if you tried.”

“Yet” I flush, taking a sip of my coffee for the dramatic tension “I see you all the same.”

He laughed even louder.

“I guess I like bugging you” he admitted “Need to practice my barbs.”

“Your barbs as sharp as a butter knife.” I shot back playfully.

“At least I can cook without burning down the place.”

I say nothing, ears bright pink as I drink deeply from my mug. I can practically hear his grin through that mask.

Jason Todd.

I didn’t grow up in Gotham but the first thing you learn is to keep track of the Wayne’s.

Bruce Wayne was the only real light in this godforsaken shithole. He likes to get drunk and was an idiot and never meet a healthy coping mechanism in his whole life but he’s our drunken idiotic mess and his biggest scandal was usually him accidentally setting a fire in his kitchen.

Of course Jason Todd was Bruce’s ward and he’s also Red Hood which means that’s as far as I’m willing to deduce.

Sometimes, it’s better to play dumb. Safer too.

We were the same age, Jason and I, yet he had gone through so much in such a short time.

I think that’s why he’s here. I think that’s why he’s lonely.

He was stubborn. He stuck to his guns and beliefs even when they cost him the only family’s he’s ever known.

He still loved them and I think they love him but that belief parts them.

I can’t exactly blame him for having a different set of standards: He grew up on the streets. He knew crime firsthand. Of course he knows how terrible it is.

“….Thank you….”

I snap out of my stupor.

“Wha?” I reply smartly.

He doesn’t move but I can feel his nervousness, his anxiety.

“Thank you” he whispers softly “For….this.”

“Thank you too.” I answer gently “This….this is nice.”

“Just a little”

I narrow my eyes” You’re smirking, aren’t you?”

The smooth features of his mask might be indifferent but the light heaving of shoulders? HE’S LAUGHING AT ME!

“You are such a jerk!” I playfully smack his arm.

He burst out with unrestrained laugh.

“That’s it” I cry, rising to my feet “I’mma kick your ass.”

His head tilts quizzically “Can you even lift anything?”

My hand reaches for a pillow “No mercy!”

“Oh no, I’m shaking in my boots.”

“You will be” I mutter darkly, lunging at him without warning.

Threads of Fate. The chord that ties two people together in destiny.

I see them everywhere. Ever since I was little. Red lines pulling at each other, scattered in all directions across endless miles. Soulmates searching for each other, hoping to close the distance one day.

And as my hand grips the pillow tightly, the bright red thread wrapped around my wrist since birth stretches only a few feet, its end wound tightly around his wrist as I chase him through my home.

My soulmate, my destiny who I am currently trying to murder with a pillow.

Life has a sense of humor. I’m still trying to figure out if I like it or not.

#DC #My stuff #Jason Todd #Reader #Jason x reader

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