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guilty-pleasures21 · 2 months ago

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The bodyguard

Bodyguard!Jason x Actress!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Warning: just a little kissing ☺️.

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She twiddled her thumbs quietly as Jason drove them back to her place. They still hadn’t talked about … the ‘incident’ as she’d started referring to it in her head. She knew they needed to discuss it to stop it from hanging over their heads like a big, ominous raincloud, but she had no idea how to even bring it up! Finally, she cleared her throat, preparing to speak. But he interrupted her before she could even get a word out.

“I won’t be staying over tonight, prince-” He cut himself off before he could finish saying the nickname. Could he still call her that? After they’d … done what they’d done? It didn’t seem appropriate anymore, addressing her by a nickname, but would it make it even more awkward if he suddenly changed his manner of speech? “X …”

And suddenly, she forgot all about the incident. She clutched her seatbelt and turned to him with a panicked expression. “What?! Why?!”

It had been a long time since she’d been left alone in the apartment the company had rented for her while they were filming there - Jason had stayed with her almost every night since he’d started working for her, the lure of her fancy apartment easily convincing him to turn his part-time job into a full-time one - and despite everything that had happened, she still wanted her best friend with her.

He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. He stopped to scan the car into her apartment complex, then started explaining as he continued driving to the basement carpark. “It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow. I usually help to prep all the food the night before.”

X nodded her head slowly, processing the information. She didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, but he’d told her last week that he wouldn’t be able to work tomorrow because of the holiday. And he was a great cook - he’d make dinner for the both of them most nights and had even started teaching her some fancy new meals she’d never tried before. “Oh.”

She felt the tears pressing against her eyes as she thought about her own family, so far away from her. She hadn’t been able to see them since they’d flown over a few months ago and though they made sure to call every night, the distance was starting to wear on her.

He slid his gaze over to her when he heard the disappointment in her voice. His heart squeezed at how sad she suddenly looked, gripping her seatbelt as she studied her shoes. But he shouldn’t say it, goddamnit, he shouldn’t say it! He parked the car, mentally repeating the warning over and over in his head. Then he turned to face her.

“Do you want to come over?” F*ck! Shit. Why couldn’t he just listen to himself?!

She froze at the unexpected invitation, then lowered her head as a smile stretched across her lips. He wanted her to meet his family?! Great! Maybe if she did a good enough job of impressing them, then he’d realise that he really did want to be with her! “Okay.”

A knot of anxiety formed in his stomach even as his heart sped up in excitement. Jason cleared his throat and turned back to the steering wheel. “Great. Uh … Should we head there now?”

X nodded quickly and settled back into her seat. Jason cursed himself in his head as he started up the car and began driving back out of her apartment complex. His family was going to go crazy when they saw that he’d brought X over to their place - batshit crazy - but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it now.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the mansion Jason pulled up to. She turned to him slowly, wide-eyed with delight. “This is your house?!”

“It’s my dad’s hou- Bruce’s house.” He’d already explained to her how he’d been adopted by Bruce when he was just a kid, but he hadn’t wanted to go into the more gory details of his childhood. And again, she hadn’t insisted on pushing him past the boundary he’d set. He glanced over at her and his lips twitched at how excited she seemed. He parked the car and got out, then led her over to the entrance.

“Jay!” Jason gave his brother a wave as Dick opened the door for them, then he went rigid when Dick stepped forward to give him a hug. “You ma-”

He stopped suddenly when he noticed that his brother wasn’t alone. The girl standing next to him was … freaking adorable! With her curly hair and her round eyes and her sweet smile. He glanced over at Jason in question and Jason shifted uncomfortably in position.

“This is X,” he explained. “I invited her over for Thanksgiving. She’s here alone, so …”

X held her hand out to Dick enthusiastically.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Are you … Dick?” she guessed, mentally sifting through the stories Jason had told her of his family. Dick grinned as he shook her hand in greeting.

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you too, X. Please! Come in!” He showed her inside, sticking close to her side as he guided her to the living room. “So, how are you finding Gotham so far?”

Jason narrowed his eyes at his brother’s eagerness. Great. She’d barely stepped foot in the house and he was already hitting on her?! This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to bring her over! He huffed in irritation as he stalked after them, barely missing out on their conversation.

“I didn’t know it was possible, but you’re even prettier in real life,” Dick praised X, sinking onto the sofa beside her. Jason rolled his eyes as she blushed at his comment. Not that it wasn’t true though: she was gorgeous in pictures and on the screen, of course, but knowing her personality only made her all the more sweet when you met her in real life.

“Thank you,” X replied softly.

“You want a drink, princess?” Jason offered, taking the seat on X’s other side. “I can make you some hot cocoa.”

He angled his body towards her, making sure to capture her full attention, and the power play didn’t go unnoticed by Dick.

X’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Can you? Thanks, Jay!”

She treated him to that sweet smile that always had his heart melting in his chest. They got up and Dick smiled at the way X bounced after Jason as they made their way to the kitchen.

“So, how are you finding Gotham?” Dick leaned on the table beside her and X couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed as he did so. She pulled her glance away, a little confused by her body’s automatic response to Jason’s undeniably good-looking brother, then rearranged her features back into her megawatt smile.

“Oh. Uh, well, it’s not really my cup of tea …” She gave him an apologetic grimace, then returned her attention to Jason. “But there are always a few hidden gems to be found along the way!”

Dick glanced over at Jason and mentally sighed at the way he continued to work on the cocoa, completely oblivious to X’s obvious attempt at flirtation. His brother really was hopeless. “Have you explored a lot of Gotham, then? I know some great places I could show you whenever you’re free?”

X buzzed with excitement at the idea. Jason’s brother seemed really friendly. Maybe he could get Jay to open up a bit more? “That sounds fun!”

Jason slammed the cup of cocoa down on the table with just enough force for some of the liquid to slosh over the top.

“Your cocoa,” he grumbled, sliding the cup across the table to her. X raised her eyebrows and exchanged a puzzled look with Dick.

“Thanks …” she replied hesitantly. Dick straightened and strode over to the fridge, pressing his lips together to stop himself from smirking at Jason’s obvious irritation with him. But it didn’t seem enough for him to admit that he had feelings for his adorable little boss yet. Was she his boss? That seemed kind of weird. Maybe she was his ‘charge’ or something? But that sounded weird too, actually.

“Would you like any snacks, X?” Dick asked, opening the fridge doors to check what was in stock. “We have some cheesecake.”

“I love cheesecake!” X revealed, her delight prompting a smile to stretch across Dick’s face. Jason curled his fingers into fists by his side. Had that just been a lucky guess or was Dick really as big a fan of hers as he suddenly seemed to be?

“Can you get some plates, Jay?” Dick asked, taking the cake out of the fridge. Jason gritted his teeth as he stomped over to the cupboard to get some plates.

“I can help!” X raced over to Jason and stood beside him, holding her hands out for the plates. An image overtook her mind of her reaching up to get the plates instead, but not being tall enough to get them. Then he’d stand behind her, one hand on her waist to steady her as he got them for her. Her stomach flipped at the thought of his hard chest brushing up against her back as he stretched his arm over her head and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up at the thought.

His anger quickly faded away at her enthusiasm: she was … dangerously cute. He placed the plates in her hands, then grabbed some forks as she set them down on the kitchen island.

“So …” X began carefully, hiding her mischievous expression from both of the boys, “any embarrassing stories about baby Jay?”

She looked up at Dick in question and Jason glared at him in warning, silently demanding he keep his mouth shut. But of course his brother would take any opportunity to embarrass him.

“Oh! There was this one time he tried to copy one of my moves and flip off the back of the sofa, but he ended up breaking one of Bruce’s vases!” Dick revealed, laughing at the memory. X bit down on her smile, trying not to make Jason feel too bad.

“Did he get in trouble?” she asked curiously. Dick glanced over at Jason, grinning as he thought about what had happened next. Jason narrowed his eyes at him, threatening him once again, but the look only spurred Dick on even more.

X’s gaze bounced between them, noting their competing looks. “What?! What happened?!”

Jason shook his head. “Don’t-”

“He broke the window and said someone broke into the house to steal the vase!” Dick replied quickly. X covered her mouth to muffle her laughter.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Did it work?”

“Bruce saw through it straight away,” Dick revealed, picking at his slice of cake. “But he was more concerned about Jason hurting himself than anything else.”

X nodded in understanding. “Oh! You said ‘one of your moves’? What did you mean by that?”

She took a bite of her own cake and her eyes lit up at the taste.

“Oh! I used to be a gymnast when I was a kid …” Dick trailed off, his gaze fixing on X’s mouth. Jesus Christ, the way she licked the remnants of cheese off her fork?! Her soft lips closing around the end before she swirled the utensil around and sucked on it appreciatively? He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he watched her.

“Oh my god! This cake is so good!” X moaned, the satisfaction dripping from her voice so deliciously. Dick pushed his plate across the island to her.

“You can have mine too if you want!”

X raised an eyebrow in amusement, then turned to Jason in question. He dragged his gaze away from her mouth too and slammed his hand down between X’s plate and Dick’s. “Let her finish her own slice first, Dick.”

Dick rolled his eyes at the way his brother said his name as if it was an insult. But he pulled his plate back to himself.

X pressed her lips together at Jason’s protectiveness. Her chest warmed at the truth of it - ‘protectiveness’ - and she continued munching on her cake happily.

“Hey guys,” Tim began, strolling into the kitchen from where he’d heard the familiar sounds of his brothers arguing. “When are we- Holy f*cking Christ!”

Stephanie snickered as she came up behind him.

“Oh, you’re definitely going to Hell nowwwwww… Shit! Oh my god!” She gestured between Jason and X, her eyes wide with shock. “Is she … Are you … Really …?”

And lo and behold: the other reason Jason hadn’t wanted to bring X over. X shot Jason an amused look, then she finished the last bite of her cake before going over to greet Steph and Tim. “Hi guys! I’m X. I’m guessing you’re Tim and Stephanie?”

Stephanie grabbed Tim’s shoulder and leaned closer to him.

“She knows our names!” she squealed through gritted teeth. Tim didn’t respond and instead continued to stare at X in dumbfounded silence.

“So,” Steph continued, putting on a cool exterior as she stepped forward, “have you seen the house yet?”

“Er, not yet.” X twisted her head back at Jason for reassurance and the corner of his lips twisted into a small smile. He strode over to her and followed close behind as Stephanie brought X on a tour of the house.

“You did all your own stunts in that movie?!” Tim asked in awe. They had all sat down for dinner after spending the rest of the day getting everything ready for tomorrow and Jason’s family had seized the opportunity to find out more about one of their favourite actresses.

“Yup! It was pretty fun! But they were only minor stunts. I’m terrified of the big ones with all the wires and stuff.” She took a delicate bite of the chicken on her plate and made sure to swallow before continuing. “But I’m not allowed to do those anyway according to my contract. Can’t be damaging the money maker!”

She cupped her cheeks and gave an exaggeratedly adorable smile, then laughed at her own joke. “I’m just kidding. It’s just for my own safety.”

She returned her attention back to her food and the others nodded in understanding. Dick leaned over from his seat by her side.

“It’s too bad none of us look like the leads in your movie. Then we could have auditioned as stunt doubles and maybe spent more time with you.” He gave her a warm smile and she lowered her head as her cheeks heated up shyly. X brushed her hair behind her ear and snuck a peek at Jason, seated on her other side. His jaw was tight as he fixed his gaze on his brother, so she reached under the table and slid her fingers over his knee, pulling his attention to her.

He startled at first at the sudden sensation, then he looked down at her and his expression softened when she shot him a sweet smile. His chest warmed at the sight and he cleared his throat to distract himself from the smile tugging on his own lips. X turned back to her food when Jason did the same. “Well, we could all hang out if Jason doesn’t mind bringing me over again!"

“Yeah!” Duke agreed. “That sounds like a great idea!”

“You should most definitely bring her over more often, Todd,” Damian confirmed. Bruce smiled softly at how much everyone seemsed to like Jason’s new girlfriend. Well, they didn’t seem to be dating yet, per se, but he hoped they’d get there eventually. She seemed good for him - sweet and gentle and patient - and it wasn’t like Jason wasn’t used to being in the public eye, being his adopted son and everything.

“You should join us for Thanksgiving tomorrow,” Bruce suggested quickly. “In fact, why don’t you just stay the night? We can have one of the guest rooms prepared for you.”

X’s heart thudded with both excitement and nerves. “That’s so kind of you, Mr Wayne!”

Bruce chuckled at her politeness. “Please, ‘Bruce’ is fine.”

“Thank you, Bruce!” X turned to Jason, waiting for his affirmation, but he hesitated as he thought about it.

They still hadn’t talked about the … whatever it was they’d done in her dressing room earlier that day. But he could feel it weighing down on them with every glance, every shy smile and every accidental touch. He swallowed hard, clenching his knife and fork tightly in his hands as he thought about it: about being in such close proximity to her after … being in such close proximity to her. He glanced over at her again and his resolve started to melt at the hopeful expression she gave him. “I think it’s a great idea. It’s getting pretty late anyway. You should stay over.”

His insides twisted with nerves even as he said it, but she turned to grin at the rest of the table, oblivious.

“We can watch a movie!” Stephanie suggested, turning to X. “Do you want to watch one of yours?”

X shook her head as she laughed. “Oh, no. I’m sick of those by now. Got any other suggestions?”

Dick sank onto the sofa beside X, slinging one arm over the back of the chair behind her. “Need another blanket?”

X cuddled up in the blanket Jason had brought over to her. “I’m good!”

That was it: that was the final straw. Jason shot out of his seat and clenched his fists by his side.

“Dick, I need to talk to you in the kitchen,” he hissed out through gritted teeth. He glared at him until he got out of his seat, puzzled, and they both walked over to the kitchen. “What the hell bullshit are you trying to pull?!”

Dick stifled a smile at Jason’s outrageous reaction. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jason sighed, frustrated. “You’re obviously hitting on X!”

Dick shrugged, unbothered. “So what if I am? It’s not like you guys are together or anything. Right?”

He gave Jason a smug smirk and Jason finally realised what he’d been trying to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a curse under his breath.

“Just admit that you like her!” Dick sighed. “She obviously likes you too!”

Jason’s heart froze at the declaration, but he quickly shook it off. “She can’t-”

He stopped himself to try to figure out what he wanted to say and Dick folded his arms across his chest as he waited for him to continue. But Jason remained silent, his features creased with thought.

“Jay, you weren’t even trying to get her attention,” Dick pointed out. “And she fell in love with you anyway! That means that she likes you exactly as you are.”

Jason’s heart thumped in his chest as he wondered if what his brother was saying could really be true. Could she really like him? With all the baggage he carried with him? All his trauma and all his scars?

Dick pushed himself off the kitchen island and started making his way back to the living room. He stopped briefly as he passed by Jason, leaning over to murmur in his ear. “How about this: if you still haven’t said anything to her by the end of the week, I’m going to make a move.”

He patted him on the shoulder, then returned to the others before he could respond.

Jason stayed in the kitchen a little longer, quietly seething at Dick’s deal. His fingers ached to punch something and let his anger out, but then he heard someone walk into the kitchen.

“Jay?” X placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but the movement only caused him to tense up even more. “Jason, what’s wrong?”

She moved around to his front and curled her fingers around both of his shoulders, massaging them gently to try to get him to relax.

He sucked in a breath as his stomach tightened at their proximity. His fingers twitched with the need to slide around her waist and tug her closer to him; to feel her soft chest pressing up against his. But he resisted the temptation and took a step away from her instead.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided her gaze. Then he suddenly remembered something. “You gonna be okay sleeping on your own, princess?”

She’d been sleeping with her kitchen lights on before he’d started working for her - because she was still afraid of the dark, she’d admitted to him one night. He’d waved away her shame and suggested sleeping over to help her feel more comfortable and ever since then, she’d been sleeping like a baby. They’d sleep in separate rooms, of course, but she just liked knowing there was someone else there with her.

She shuffled in position nervously. “Um … I was … kind of hoping … I could bunk with you? I could sleep on a mattress on the floor!”

She looked up at him with wide eyes and his will melted at the sight of her helplessness. His shoulders slumped with defeat as he gave in to her - as he always did. “Sure.”

Jason lay on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling quietly. Of course he hadn’t let her sleep on the floor in his own house! She’d tried arguing about it with him, sure, but he’d threatened to go sleep in the guest room if she didn’t just take the bed. X rolled over to the edge of the bed and gazed down at him on the floor.

“Jay?” she whispered, checking to see if he was still awake.

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for inviting me over. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, princess. My family seems to really like you, anyway.” A little too much where some of them were concerned.

“I like them too!” X admitted. “They’re a lot of fun.”

The corner of his lip twitched at the happiness in her voice.

“They can be … a little overwhelming, sometimes, but … yeah. They’re pretty fun.” Though he’d never admit that to any of them though. Especially not Dick. His stomach clenched with fear and he hesitated as his gaze strayed over to her. “What do you think about Dick?”

X pursed her lips as she considered his question. His brother seemed nice, but … she wasn’t quite sure if he’d been flirting with her or not. Though it didn’t really matter to her anyway: she only liked Jason. “He’s nice … but I get why you might think he’s a little overbearing.”

Jason scoffed at her words. “Understatement.”

They fell into silence for a while, then finally, X rolled off her bed entirely and landed on Jason’s mattress. Jason startled as she dropped down next to him and curled up against his side. He tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding one of her legs over his and trapping him in place. He opened and closed his mouth, completely taken aback by her forwardness, but he didn’t push her away.

“I like you, Jason.” Her voice was soft, but he didn’t miss the words.

“Like, like-like,” she continued when he didn't respond.

He could barely breathe when she was wrapped around him like this, let alone think up a response. He pressed his hands against the mattress and focused on his breathing, trying to calm his racing heart. Then finally, “I like you too, X.”

X grinned and they shifted around, getting more comfortable in each other’s arms. She slid her fingers into his hair and tickled his scalp gently and Jason hummed contentedly as he stroked her lower back. She was so soft in his arms, her cosy little body fitting so nicely against his.

“Why … When did you start liking me?” he asked, a little afraid to hear her response.

“Hmm …” God, it felt nice, lying on top of him like this. He was so large and so muscular! And warm too! She stretched herself out against him, then wriggled happily in his arms. Jason let out a soft groan and tightened his grip on her waist as her knee brushed against his groin. X inhaled deeply, breathing in the comforting soap and leather scent of him. “That first time you offered to stay over when I told you I was afraid of the dark. You didn’t even make fun of me or anything.”

“The dark can be pretty scary sometimes,” Jason replied nonchalantly. He snuck his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and she shivered against him as his nails dragged down her skin.

“You know … I still haven't gotten to kiss you yet.” X pushed herself up to gauge his reaction and again, he became speechless, unsure of how to respond. X smiled and lowered herself back down, her mouth just centimetres from his. Jason swallowed hard and X snickered softly as she pinched his earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. “We can take it slow. Just a kiss? Then we can just go to sleep on the bed instead of us both lying down here.”

“O-Okay …”

X smiled at his nervousness, then very gently, she touched her lips to his. He melted against her immediately, running his hands up and down her back as they kissed each other. God, she felt nice, soft and sweet and so comforting in his arms. They kissed each other for a little longer, both of them cautiously moving their hands across the other's body, then eventually, they pulled apart. The two of them giggled softly at one another, then X got up and pulled him onto the bed beside her.

“So,” she whispered softly, “should we go on a date tomorrow?”

His lips stretched wide at the sound of the smile in her voice: he could practically hear her blushing! He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips into her hair as they got comfortable on his bed. “Sure. Where would you like to go, princess?”

Dick watched his brother and X as they all sat at the table for breakfast the next morning. The two of them kept sneaking little glances at one another and exchanging shy smiles when they caught the other’s eye. It was … disgustingly cute. But his brother deserved a little vomit-inducing cuteness after everything he’d been through. He went about the rest of his day not mentioning anything about it, but finally managed to get Jason alone when they were in the library.

His brother stopped him just as he was leaving to rejoin X, folding his arms across his chest as he fixed him with a smug look. Jason rolled his eyes and gave a weary sigh. “What?”

“So? Did anything happen last night?”

“Judging by that shit-eating grin on your face, you already know the answer to that question.” Jason pushed past Dick to continue making his way back to the kitchen. He and X had taken a little break from food prep, curling up together in the library to spend some time alone together. But eventually, she'd had to go to the toilet, so Jason had just said to meet back in the kitchen. Dick ran after Jason and slung his arm around his shoulders.

“So, it's official? Are you going to tell everyone?” He gasped suddenly as a new thought entered his mind. “Is there going to be a press release? Are you going to have a fight with her PR team or something?”

Jason furrowed his brows in puzzlement, then pushed Dick's arm off his shoulders.

“Firstly, I don't need to tell anyone. And anyway, I'm pretty they already know.” He side-eyed Dick suspiciously and Dick avoided his gaze, his expression riddled with guilt. “Second, why do I need to fight with her PR team? I'm Bruce-f*cking-Wayne's adopted son. Who's gonna fight with that?”

Dick nodded thoughtfully in agreement. They soon entered the kitchen and Jason softened when he saw X laughing with Steph and Cass, spots of flour scattered around their faces.

“Thirdly, I want her to have one part of her life that's just hers,” Jason continued, turning to Dick with a threatening expression. “No PR, no fans, no cameras.”

He turned back around and grinned when X waved him over excitedly. Dick watched fondly as his big, rough, long-suffering brother walked over to X, an uncharacteristic bounce in his step. X streaked some flour onto Jason's nose, catching him off-guard, and Dick's chest warmed at his brother's delighted smile.

“He'll be all right. Right?” Bruce asked, placing a hand on Dick’s shoulder as he came up behind him. Dick shot Bruce a knowing look.

“He'll be all right.”

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dairy-farmer · 2 months ago

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The lobotomised Tim AU.

Okay. But.

This one is hurt/no comfort. Like no happy ending. None at all. I'm almost crying while writing this down.

If it wasn't Bruce's fault and everything's completely innocent with the Bats.

Alfred is washing up Tim and cooks him food for children. Something easy to chew and swallow.

Damian sometimes draws with him. Teaches him to pet Alfred the cat and Titus. It's like having little brother. He feels very protective of him. And when he is not having a good day, he comes to Tim to spend some time with him. For Damian it's easy to be with Tim. He won't say things he doesn't mean. Won't lie or manipulate.

It's almost unbearable for Dick and Bruce.

Dick lives in Blud but he spends weekends with Tim. Cuddling him, watching cartoons, playing. But for Dick spending time with Tim means mourning everything his little brother has lost. He tries to keep it all in and cry only when Tim doesn't see him.

It's the same with Bruce. He let his son down. Tim will never recover and it's Bruce's fault. He asks Tim about his day, listens and nods in all the right places, but he thinks about what a brilliant future his genius and kindhearted son was supposed to have. After everything he has lost... Tim seems happy enough though. So Bruce is working on being present, giving his children attention they need, spending time with them. He misses working cases with Tim, his sassy remarks, but Tim is smiling and that's enough.

Jason was really quiet. He stayed away from the manor for a long time. No one heard him mentioning Tim in all that time. Dick tried to shame him, tell him that Tim needs them, but Jason left immediately.

For some reason things changed. Jason came back to the Cave, started showing up for family movie nights. Sometimes he looked at Tim silently. Though when Tim would run to him to show him a drawing he made or a cool rock he found in the garden, Jason would smile softly and say "that's great, Timmy. Sounds like you had a good day" or something else. So everyone could finally relax. Things seemed to get better.

Jason remembered that day vividly. Tim was on his back, staring at the ceiling with his eyes unseeing. It's like all life left him. But he still had a pulse, so there was hope. While others were busy taking care of him, Jason took care of that piece of shit. And he regrets it. He should have been there for Tim, should have made the right decision, when he had a chance. The obvious decision. The one everyone else is ignoring for some reason.

It's like Damian likes Tim better this way, Dick accepted a new brother and Bruce thinks that things haven't changed much and they can just keep living on. Tim won't grow as a person, he doesn't really remember his life before and doesn't register much of his life now, he will always depend on the family to take care of him. Tim would have hated it.

Bruce rejected the plan with Lazarus Pit, because they would have to disregard Tim's feelings for it. It's exactly the same with Tim's life as it is now, but it's like the choose not to see it. And they make Jason feel sick.

At first he avoids them, because he knows he'll blow up. He avoids Tim, because it hurts too much. But time goes by, and Jason has a sudden realization: nothing will change, unless he takes it in his own hands. Tim needs him.

What he has to do will probably permanently break him, but it's the right thing to do.

He doesn't even try suggesting euthanasia, they're just gonna think he's a monster, will never let him anywhere near Tim ever again.

So he starts spending time with his family, dropping by for movie nights, working cases, staying for dinner. He has small talks with kid (not Tim, Tim died months ago), he smiles at him, all the while feeling his heart break.

Finally, everyone is busy, no one can stay with kid, so Jason volunteered to look after him. He ignored Dick and Bruce's proud looks, because it really doesn't matter.

Kid is always happy to see him. It's like there're no other emotions left in him. His smile is... Different. It feels lifeless for Jason. He feels like his heart is bleeding out. He wants to postpone everything, but this isn't about him. This is what Tim wanted, and Jason couldn't save him, so he'll give him peace at least.

Jason suggests reading to kid. They are in Tim's bedroom, and kid's on the bed. Jason is laying beside him.

/And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying.

"It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look as if I were dead;

and that will not be true..."/

He is reading until kid starts to fall asleep from the pills Jason put in his lunch. And then Jason takes him in his hands, holding him close. He gets syringe out of his jacket pocket and carefully injects medication in kid's elbow and keeps on holding him. Even when Tim stops breathing, leaving painlessly in his sleep, Jason doesn't leave him. He knows that soon someone will be home. He doesn't know, what they'll do to him and he doesn't care. All he can do is cry and hold unmoving body.

"I'm sorry, Timmy. I'm so sorry. You can rest now. I love you".

/feel free to add or change anything. You and your subscribers keep inspiring me.

All the love/

🥺🥺🥺 the tragedy of jason in this.

it wasn't a decision jason made lightly- no matter how he turned it around and justified it to himself it was a hard choice to make. at first jason wasn't going to do anything. he was going to try.

he was going to do his best to be there for his little brother with the way he was now.

but then. he'd gone to the manor, gone to see tim as he recovered and...he couldn't.

he walked in when alfred was giving tim his lunch. warm chicken noodle soup with mushy rice. and he watched as alfred blew on a spoon and gently led it to tim's messy mouth. tim sometimes still struggled to swallow and would occasionally make a slight gag and spit out the soup and rice. alfred would make a concerned noise and dab at his mouth with the cloth bib tied around his neck.

and the sight. the way tim was tucked into bed and propped up by pillows, the way he had an adult bib wrapped around him as alfred hand fed him because tim couldn't do it himself.

god. jason knew it was going to be bad but nothing had prepared him for that sight. and watching it...hurt something inside jason.

so he'd left.

and that had hurt something deep in the other family. bruce hadn't fought him on it but jason knew he was disappointed. alfred as well.

dick had been furious. he'd call jason late at night and spit words at him over the phone over him not being there, over him abandoning tim and them.

and jason tried to let it rool off his back. but some nights the words would get to him.

and so, without the rest of the family knowing, jason would sneak into the manor, into tim's room.

and maybe it was some of tim's latent training, but a few times tim would wake up. he'd be powdered and dressed in pajamas, turning his head to look at jason and when their eyes met-

there'd been no recognition in them.

jason could just as well have been a stranger or the person who took care of him everyday- either way tim didn't recognize him.

jason's decision was a hard one. he agonized over it and he would not let anyone tell him otherwise.

jason loved tim. he cared for that kid so fucking much and maybe he didn't always make that clear but in jason's soul he loved that boy. and it broke something in him to see him that way.

helpless and squirming, unable to do anything for himself, stripped completely of his dignity and identity.

bruce and dick called what tim went through "lobotomy" but it wasn't true. it was something worse.

lobotomy victims could still live fulfilling lives, some even becoming fully independent with minor accommodation.

the monster that had hurt tim had shot some kind of...electromagnetic pulse into his brain. the damage was irreversible.

jason didn't care what anyone said, he hadn't made the fucker that did this suffer enough. jason should've kept him strung up in a warehouse for weeks but had let his rage get ahold of him and killed him too quickly.

jason's thoughts of tim don't go away. whether he's awake or asleep tim is all he thinks about. and part of jason knows why because...because everything about it reminded him of his own case.

jason had read the hospital medical chart of 'john doe'. the one picked up months after jason was buried, found wandering the streets half starved and with brain damage.

jason had read those medical files and just...wanted to puke. the nurses notes about him, the way they talked about him. discussing things like moving him to a state care home, of changing his diapers. along with the file had been report had been made against one of the nurses caring for jason by cleaning staff who'd found her...doing inappropriate things with him.

it never went into detail and part of jason never wanted to know.

but jason thought of that report, thought of how helpless and vulnerable and...NOT himself he'd been in that hospital bed. jason thought and thought and thought and he knew it was no way for a person to live.

no way for tim to live. tim didn't deserve that. god forgive jason tim didn't deserve to live like that.

because one day jason would die violently out in the streets of gotham. they all would. and tim would be left alone in that manor with no one to protect him and jason...jason couldn't breathe when he thought of what might happen to him.

so jason does not make his decision lightly.

it kills him. it kills him to think of what he has to do.

but tim was his baby brother and jason was not going to let the word tear him to bits like they did him.

so jason goes back to the manor.

part of him had hoped that maybe spending more time around tim would change his mind.

it doesn't.

jason watches the way tim is a husk of his former self. watches how the rest of the family ignores it. watches how they always talk around tim and about him but never TO him and remembers how tim had hated that with a passion because it reminded him about how his parents made decisions about him without letting him know.

jason watches and...and tries to remember the geeky annoying pest of a brother he used to have. how he'd talk smack to jason every chance he got, how he'd whine, how he'd giggle like a schoolgirl whenever he or damian got into trouble. jason would remember and blink away the tears of grief that wanted to leave hot trails down his cheeks.

it takes a while before jason gets his shot. alfred has errands, damian has school, dick and bruce have work.

and jason volunteers to care for tim.

its just a few hours they assure him but jason insists its okay. he tries to ignore the pit of guilt and watching them leave knowing they're going to be coming home to a dead son.

bruce presses a soft kiss to tim's forehead before leaving and it takes everything in jason to not drawn in a sharp breath.

jason is a killer. a murderer. an assassin. a gun for hire. a hitman. he is a lot of things but he's never once thought of himself as an executioner.

the word always seemed too...heavy. too institutional.

it's going to be tim's last day alive and jason knows what to do. this will be a day that haunts him for the rest of his life.

so jason makes mac and cheese. he finds a box of it in the back of the pantry. it's the cheap 99 cent stuff jason used to live off as a kid.

he doesn't even need to read the instructions anymore, its practically muscle memory. bringing the water to boil, draining the noodles, stirring in the milk, the butter, the packet of cheese powder.

jason serves tim a bowl and slowly presses little spoonfuls to his mouth. jason tries to eat some but it turns to mush and ash in his mouth and the wad struggles to go down because his throat feels small and tight from him holding back his emotions.

it feels more final somehow. more real.

he's giving tim his last meal.

the walk up the stairs is slow and heavy. tim's breath smells like the ice cream jason let him have for dessert even though tim was lactose intolerant.

a final parting gift. jason ignores the slight pain in his fingers from crushing up a pill between them to sprinkle over tim's ice cream.

jason makes sure tim's sheets are clean. he strips the bed and puts in the freshly laundered ones that alfred had left in a basket.

he makes sure tim is comfortable and then he climbs in with him.

tim is lax and pliant as jason hold him close. his baby soft hair is tucked under jason's chin and jason can feel warm breath on his neck as he makes sure tim is settled.

then he starts to read to him.

tim smells like rosemary soap from his morning bath. and for some reason the scent makes jason's eyes sting as he reads.

his voice trembles occasionally, it gets thick and he has to cough to clear his throat. but he keeps reading, turning page after page as tim's eyes grow droopier and his breathing gets softer.

when jason's little brother is asleep in his arms jason doesn't immediately do it.

for a moment. he just holds tim.

he just hugs him, closes his eyes and tries to memorize the rise and fall of his baby bird's chest.

jason thinks of backing out. of not doing it.

but he knows if he does...then he'll never work up the nerve to do it again. he just won't...have the strength in him to take his little brother's life.

so jason holds him. he bites down on his lip, buries his nose in the crown of tim's soft head, and he uncaps the syringe in his pocket.

jason didn't want tim to feel anything, not even the sting of a needle plunging into his skin. that's why he'd given him the pill.

jason pushes the plunger all the way down and then leaves the emptied needle on the bedside table.

jason lies there for hours.

even after tim's chest has stopped rising.

his tears have long dried when he hears the front door of the manor open. damian is loudy complaining about something and dick is pacifying him.

jason can hear the movement around the manor. bruce and alfred both come in through the garage.

he can hear someone on the stairs, the clap of dress shoes on the hall carpet as they approach tim's room. he can hear the call of his name behind the door followed by a knock.

still jason does not move.

jason never planned for what he would do when they found him.

maybe part of him didn't care.

maybe part of him hoped they send him to be with tim.

the door creaks open and jason closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to tim's forehead.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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ultimate-marysue · 4 months ago

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The Batfam and cooking

Alfred: we have so much canon info about this one. He takes pride in meeting the demands of his grandkids, but the kids sometimes just pretend to like it for his peace of mind.

Bruce: No. And I don't mean in the meme way. He's more than capable of sustaining himself and following instructions. He also chooses to subsist on those "nutritional milkshakes". Like to him is not a matter of learning how to cook, he's a chemist measuring his exact nutritional needs in a cup. It's disgusting and he shouldn't be allowed near the blender.

Barbara Gordon: not the best, not the worst. She has cooked, she will cook again. She's also not trying to make anything too fancy. She prefers take out mainly because she has (and will again in the future) burnt her food to a crisp because she got distracted with oracle stuff. A quick check while the potatoes are in the oven is a very dangerous thing.

Dick Grayson: he would love to be that guy that takes Instagramable pictures of his food. Sometimes he manages to do just that, but that's not sustainable for him. He has a few fancy recipes he likes to bring out to impress people or to feel like a responsible adult. Most of the time he's sauteing random vegetables with some rice and chicken and calling it a day. It's good, healthy and filling but is not much in the great scheme of things. I feel like he'd make really good salads too for some reason.

Cassandra Cain: she's not very good at being people. Cooking is part of that, a survival skill and not much more. She really appreciates nice food but doesn't see the point in learning herself when her time is better spent elsewhere. I can see her breaking into the other's houses to join them for dinner because she forgot to make her own.

Jason Todd: this man cooks. I don't care if the whole "Alfred's favorite" thing is a bit fanon, it's fun fanon. I think that since he is aware of how they lie to Alfred sometimes, he'd be an even better cook. He's the kind of guy to make any recipe work first try, even if he keeps workshopping it until it's perfect. He's also very neat and cleans after himself. Cooking helps him wind down after a hard night. If he messes up though he might cry.

Stephanie Brown: she took the whole "cooking is like science" and decided to be a mad scientist. Her cooking works for her because she has crazy tastes. Like she'd make a salami and Nutella sandwich and consider it her Magnum opus. She loves baking too just so she can fuck around and find out. Steph usually leaves the mess there until she needs the space to cook again. Not because she's dirty it's just that she gets so caught up in trying the final product she forgets about it. She stresses the fuck out of Jason.

Tim Drake: he's more of an utilitarian, closer to Cass. He learned a few simple recipes when he was a kid and that's all he needs. Through the years he's had to add a couple more to make it more balanced and fit his needs (first with the increase of physical activity and then the asplenia). He has a very healthy but very limited diet. He refuses to add anything else because there's no need. He already knows how to cook the things he needs and likes well, thank u very much.

Duke Thomas: this man can cook. It takes him a while to get into it, but he has great instinct for it. He's more of a "vibes only" kind of cook, which makes him an awful baker but Alfred has the sweets covered anyways. Part of his process includes picking the spices from the back of the rack that Alfred pretends don't exist. He's creative but not in as much of a messy way as Steph. And unlike her, he does have functioning taste buds so sometimes he ends up a victim of his own hubris. Most times it works out for him.

Damian Wayne Al Gul: he helps his siblings whenever he mooches food from them (because Alfred is the only one that tolerates idle hands in the kitchen). He loves Jason's cooking but he has more fun with Duke and Steph. They allow his input and suggestions which makes him feel like he's contributing. He prefers Duke though, because his success rate is higher.

#batfam #batman #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #tim drake #stephaine brown #duke thomas #damian wayne

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hurricanebreeze · 8 months ago

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Batfamily Cooking Headcanons

I was thinkin about it, so have some Batfamily cooking headcanons. They are as detailed as I could get them and in age order. I also included Steph and Barbara, even though they aren't in the main seven.

Alfred - The family cook and the best cook in the family. He distrusts American processed foods because he knows that many of the more chemical ingedients have been banned in Europe, but he deals (and gets as much food imported from Europe as is practical).

Bruce - Has a very mismatched set of cooking skills. He can sort of cook... on a camping stove or a campfire. He can cook beans and boil water. However, he cannot use an oven, nor a microwave, and his knowledge of spice or baking is nonexistant.

Barbara - Can cook. She knows the basics as she learned growing up, so she didn't have to buy takeout every time her dad was working late. Her dad would've been fine with the takeout, however as she became Batgirl, she became very aware of the nutrition needed for vigilante and decided to learn instead. Admittedly, she fell into using microwaves a bit more as Oracle, especially before her flat was adapted, but once her kitchen was adapted, she was relieved to go back to cooking properly as she hadn't realised how much cooking was a hobby for her until it was blocked by inaccessibility.

Dick - Can cook. He has the basics down, as Alfred forced him to learn how to boil an egg and put something in the oven, and a few learned recipes, some learned from his early childhood. He takes comfort in cooking for other people, especially when it's a recipe he learned because he grew up with it. However, if he's on his own and doesn't have anyone to cook for, he is not cooking. He'd rather have something microwaved or some cereal, and he is the king of nutriotionally balanced cereal.

Jason - Second best cook in the family. He spent a lot of time in the kitchen with Alfred between being adopted and dying and most of that time was learning how to cook creatively. Even if he can't be bothered to cook, there are probably leftovers in his fridge. He had some skills before then from having to cook for his mom, but when he started learning from Alfred he was pleasantly surprised to find he enjoyed the process, so it became more of a hobby than a survival skill.

Cass - Queen of snacks. She can cook, don't get me wrong, because Alfred taught her, but she much prefers snacking throughout the day. She often learns new recipes for more variety in her snacking, because sometimes it's nice to have an onigiri instead of a sandwich or put together a really nice charcuterie board with homemade butter. Her snackboards are usually also great for her to eat while training or dancing because it isn't too much and can sometimes remind her she's human, not a weapon, when she gets in her head.

Steph - Can cook. She knows how to make a healthy and cheap balanced meal, but the most she goes beyond is for sweet treats. For her cooking was a survival skill, especially after her dad was finally in jail. Baking and desserts, on the other hand, she enjoys making. She often bakes for friends, family, and herself, and sometimes learns new recipes to try with Cass. While she was pregnant, especially in the late term, baking simple things like cupcakes was one of the hobbies she still felt like she had the energy to do and helped take her mind off of it, even though she had to sit while stirring.

Tim - Can cook. He knows how to make a healthy balanced meal, he lived alone long enough as a teen to know. However, he cannot go beyond that. Alfred tried to teach him a couple of times in the early days of Robin, but it simply didn't go in and after a few too many faraway looks after he burned something he decided that maybe it was time to stop trying. He, canonically, has the worst taste of the family though, so no one asks him to cook anyway.

Duke - Can cook. His parents taught him basic cooking skills and he enjoys going beyond and playing with spices. He's a bit nervous of joining Alfred in the kitchen as first, but eventually he learns that most of the others have found similar solace in spending time cooking with him, so he starts to join too. He also happens to have a cookbook his parents had stashed in their kitchen, even if they didn't use it while they were still at home, so he sometimes spends time learning the recipes from that.

Damian - Has a very mismatched set of cooking skills. Similarly to his dad, Damian learned a very strange set of cooking skills. He cannot use an oven or a microwave but he can appreciate Alfred's kettle for its practicality in a tea-centric household. He can, however, make a relatively simple meal on a camping stove, beyond what Bruce can make on a camping stove. He does occasionally allow Alfred or one of the other cooking-competant family members to teach him a skill every now and then though.

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year ago

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Dick Grayson x Male!reader dating headcanons

*Yoshi Sudarso used as a fancast*

● you had known Dick since you were kids

● your father was a work friend of Bruce's so when Bruce adopted Dick he introduced you hoping that having a friend his age would help Dick adjust to his new life

● little did he know that the two of you would grow up and fall in love

● you started dating when you were 16

● found out about his secret identity at 19

● and moved in together at 21

● him coming home all beat up

● he taught you how to give him stitches when he's in too much pain to do it himself

● and he taught you how to defend yourself after you got mugged

● "you're getting pretty good at this," he says as you have him pinned to the training mat

● "watch out Dick, Gotham may have a new vigilante on its hands"

● "don't get ahead of yourself babe it takes more than a few self defense moves to be a vigilante"

● "Guess I'll just enjoy this view of you being underneath me instead"

● you were ecstatic when he brought Haley home

● "Y/N may I present to you the newest member of our family"

● "Oh my god Dick she's adorable what's her name?"

● "what do you think about the name Haley"

● "I love it, welcome home Haley"

● you absolutely spoil her rotten

● sneaking her people food when Dick isn't looking

● he pretends not to notice because he's happy that you love her as much as he does

● Haley loves when Barbara comes over to hang out cause she gets twice as many treats and cuddles

● going for long walks with Dick and Haley

● not being surprised anymore when he has to run off because he hears a crime happening down the street

● "I'll see you and Haley back at home! If I'm not too late I'll bring home sandwiches from the bodega!"

● Dick coming to your work to have lunch together

● "you were out all night aren't you tired?"

● "extremely but I promised you we'd have lunch today and I always keep my promises"

● Dick is the person that falls asleep the moment you put a movie on

● and when he wakes up he googles the highlights so he can pretend like he watched it

● "So what did you think?"

● "Oh yeah I loved it," slyly looking down at his phone, "especially the part where *insert random scene description here*"

● Tim went to Dick first for advice on how to ask out Bernad on a date

● "well how did you ask Y/N?"

● "I didn't, he asked me out"

● "you're no help where is Y/N he'll know what to do"

● you end up going on a double date with them so Tim is less nervous

● it goes great so double dates become a regular thing

● you don't see Jason as often, he just kind of shows up at your apartment sometimes

● "Jason what are you doing here?"

● "it's been a while and I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by"

● "you just want me to cook you dinner don't you"

● "Hey… I'm also here for Haley"

● and he usually has some kind of wound he hasn't properly cleaned up so he gets blood all over your furniture

● "Dick, please tell your brother to try and keep the bleeding to a minimum next time, I have to do enough bloody laundry for you as it is"

● one time Nightwing saved you from a killer croc attack at your work

● "thanks for the rescue Nightwing"

● "you're very welcome handsome stranger, maybe I'll have the pleasure of saving you again sometime"

● your co worker comes up to you when Nightwing leaves "dude nightwing was totally just flirting with you"

● "you think so? I wonder what it's like to date a superhero" you say with a sly smile

#dc imagine #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #x male reader #headcanons

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cassandracain52 · 6 months ago

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My BatFamily cooking headcanons

Good Cooks:

Alfred: is the only reason half of them eat anything at all. He is s a great cook but doesn’t tend to use much spices. Can’t make waffles to save his life but it is his only flaw

Jason: Genuinely enjoys cooking and is very good at it. Can make just about anything if given the recipe. Will often purposefully cook way too much food and claim it wasn't intentional. He then insists that everyone needs to have some because he refuses to "let it go to waste" so he doesn't have to admit he did something nice for them

Damian: First learned by occasionally helping Alfred in the kitchen. He initially didn't want to admit he liked it because he was taught it was "beneath him". His family eventually convinced him that cooking was a life skill and something everyone should know how to do and that he was allowed to enjoy it. Now he cooks whenever he can and likes experimenting with lots of different spices, occasionally to his family's dread

Decent Cooks:

Dick: He can't cook anything overly complicated but so long as he has the recipe he can usually get pretty close. Doesn't particularly enjoy cooking but he does like cooking with others. Though he usually ends up making something boxed or cereal anyways

Duke: Similarly to Dick he doesn't make anything too fancy but he's still decent in the kitchen. Doesn't cook very often but when he does he prefers to have the kitchen to himself so he has room to work

Barbara: Learned to cook out of necessity since her dad was often busy. Only cooks when there's no other option because she thinks it takes too much time. Usually will just order take out

I mean they probably won't burn the kitchen down:

Stephanie: Can cook waffles and pancakes and only those two things. Everything else either ends up burnt or raw. These are also the only things she is allowed to use the kitchen for and not without supervision

Tim: He is a rich kid who always either had someone that could cook for him or the money to buy something already made and it shows. It's lucky if he remembers to eat actual food instead of energy drinks and coffee let alone actually cook. Is banned from using the kitchen but will occasionally be allowed to stay provided he promises not to try and help

Cass: Was never taught how to cook due to her upbringing. Barbara did attempt to teach her the basics but it never really took. She usually just ends up making frozen food

Absolutely cannot ever be allowed in the kitchen:

Bruce: Has a lifelong ban. Should he attempt to so much as enter the kitchen call for Alfred immediately. He once managed to set fire to water when trying to make a child Dick Grayson Mac and Cheese and hasn't been let back in since. Anything he does manage to make is definitely not edible and probably poisonous. Do Not Eat It

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starsomens · 1 year ago

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Can I request a jealous and possessive Noah one? With some smut?

WARNINGS : NSFW! Unprotected sex (SAFETY FIRST!), strong language, dirty talk, possessiveness, slightly rough sex MDI!! 18+! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

“Should we make some pasta for tonight?” You asked grabbing a box of noodles and shaking it at your boyfriend

“Whatever’s more fun for us to make sweet” he smirks at you. At least once a week you like staying in and cooking together. Like self care for couples. Some good food, maybe some games or a movie and your night is set. And who could say no to pasta?

“If I knew you’d make pasta at home, I would have asked you out sooner” a voice came from behind you and you turn around to see the source. It was an old college friend who you had a past crush on, but quickly left behind.

“Oh, Jason, it’s you. It’s been a couple of years huh?” You comment seeing him

“Yeah! Like around 5 maybe even, come here!” He comes up and hugs you, but you didn’t exactly hug back

“Well, Jason, hope you’re doing good. This is my boyfriend Noah” you said taking a step back, coming closer to your boyfriend.

“Oh so this is the lucky guy huh? I asked your friend about you and she said you were with some guy from a band. Honestly I was shocked! But hey real happy for ya!” He chuckled with some sarcasm in there

“Well it is getting late and we gotta get going” Noah narrowed his eyes and pull you closer to him.

“Yeah, we’ve got some things to do. At home. Together” you add, trying to make a point

“Oh yeah totally, it was great seeing you again-“ he said trying to come in for another thug but was stopped when Noah moved you to the other side of him without a word. Creating a visible and metaphorical boundary between you and your ex crush. Jason pressed his lips into a line and awkwardly put his arms back down. He put his hand into his pocket, turned away and walk down the aisle.

“ well, that was something wasn’t it?” You ask trying to make a joke that. But Noah seemed a bit off about it.

“ yeah… funny”

The rest of your shopping trip was a bit tense in at some point a little bit awkward. He started eyeing almost every guy that passed by or even looked at you. Even when you were at the cashier, and she was paying, she had you between his arms in between the counter, basically trapping you , so you wouldn’t go anywhere. In other words, so no one can check you out while he was checking out.

The ride home was a bit quiet aside from his short answers to your comments. Once the groceries are put away, and the pasta was put to boil, you finally brought it up.

“ Noah, what is going on with you? You’ve been acting weird since we went shopping”

“ It’s nothing okay? “ he answers in a tone that completely says it wasn’t OK. And then it hit you.

“ wait…. Did you get jealous with Jason” you asked coming closer “know what you should know nothing happened between us. On top of that you know I don’t have any interest in anyone but you”

“Look I know. I just hate when others think they can just take you from me like that” he said coming closer to you so that he tall frame towered over yours “…your my girl” he semi whispered

“I’m your girl?” You repeat as your hands slide up his chest and around his neck and link your fingers together

He lowers his head and kisses your lips “you’re..my…girl” he says between each one. Punctuating the statement with a deeper longer kiss. The one kiss soon became many, desperate, passionate and searing.

“Upstairs” he said as you feel his hand grip your waist tighter. You take a hold of his hand and climb the stairs up to your shared bedroom. This isn’t the first time Noah had resorted to sex when he was feeling very possessive and jealous over you. In his way this was how he got the pent-up emotions out and how he felt like you were still only his.

you both stumble in the room, lips still dancing together as your hands fumbled to get each other’s clothes off as soon as possible. Once you were both down to only your underwear it was only a matter of who would take control first. Now normally Noah would be the more dominant one but sometimes you need to switch shit up on him.

So instead of him getting you onto the bed, you turn around and push him towards the bed until he was propped up on his elbows.

“ oh, so someone wants to be in charge tonight, huh” he smirked

“ oh, hush, Mr. jealous” you answer back. You keep eye contact with him as you seductively and slowly unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Fuck babe…” he said as the tent in his underwear only groom. To say that he loves your breasts was an understatement. “Get your ass over here already”

You take a step closer and run your hands from his knees, up to his hips, and ounces chest as a straddle him. This was one thing he loved for you to do. So just slightly tease them and work your way up to the exciting part.

You sit down and feel his hard dick on your ass. Deep grown comes from his throat as you begin to grind back-and-forth on him. His large hands finding your waist guiding you in the same motion.

“Fucck, how do you feel this good without me being inside yet?” he ask

“ maybe it’s because I’m all yours. And no one else gets to feel this.”

“ you’re right. Now take these off.” he said, pulling on the band of your underwear, letting it snapped back in place.

You with yourself off of him only to get your underwear off or he does the same. in one movie motion sit down on him and take a second to adjust to him. The fullness made your head fall back in pleasure. And the tightness around his dick made him a groan.

“God, you feel so good. Please princess move” he pants, wanting to amplify the pleasure he felt. One thing about him was that he was shy, and everyone knew that. But behind closed doors he was very much a talker, especially during sex.

“Mmm Noah, you feel so good” you moan. His large tattooed hands come up and massage your breasts

“Yea baby just like that, ride that dick baby, fuck!” He moans as he raise your hips up, almost bringing him all the way out and sit back down again.

In one quick motion, he flips you onto your bag so that he was not on top. He then resumes with deep, long strokes. His mouth finding your shoulders and neck. Leaving hickeys in bite marks behind. He was going to make sure the next time you went out everyone knew you belong to him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He asks “tell me who’s making you feel good” he growls in your ear wanting to hear it come from you

“Y-you Noah” you moan as your nails rake down his back. Your own back arching off of the bed as he brushes against that one spot that makes you see stars.

“Louder baby,” he came off of you and held your hips and pounded into your harder. Chasing both of your highs

“Noah! You! Only you! Fuck, please!” You cry out and practically beg him. He continued to hit your sweet spot and you felt yourself coming, Oh so close. The knot in your stomach was tightening your toes curling. You were pretty sure you were very close to drawing blood from his forearms.

“ that’s a baby come for me, cum over this dick” he encouraged you as he watched himself come in and out of you “and let me…let me cum in that pussy. Make it mine” he growls as he snaps his hips harder and harder. Finally, you get your release and clamp down around him. And in a few more times he feels you so deliciously.

He groans in ecstasy “oh fuck….fuck that was amazing” he pants as he leans down and kisses your cheek leading to your lips “I love you babes” he whispers

“I love you too” you answer back “but please know I’m only yours” you smile at him

“Hey no harm in some jealousy, besides you always enjoy the outcome” he chuckles helping you up and get comfortable.

Later that night you had asked for a glass of water. And of course, being a boyfriend he is he goes to get you a nice glass of water before you were to go off to bed. As he was walking into the kitchen, he saw Jolly sitting on the couch.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asks casually as he’s pouring a glass of water.

“ nothing much just waiting for you to be done so I can go to bed” he said, with a straight face, and all that could be heard. Was the water being poured into the glass

“…..” o-o (Noah)

“….” -_- (jolly)

“…. Oh, we are done now.” he says and walks back to the stairs to bring you your water

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a-short-alien · 8 months ago

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THE BIRTHDAY BOY!!! And the entire reason I became so invested in DC in the first place, dear Dicky boy.

Dick and Clown first met when Clown was adopted at about seven years old. They first started as enemies but soon Dick noticed the way he fought, it was as if someone had trained him to copy his every move. Soon he realized Clown was intentionally losing fights, as if he didn’t want to be in them. On his own, Robin found and confronted the little Clown and after admitting he only fought because his father asked him to, they became good friends. They both intentionally faked fights and even found ways to separate from their fathers so they could just sit and talk instead. Soon when Joker aborted the plan to get his own Robin, they started meeting on their own. Clown was eventually trusted enough with his real identity and they even met during the day, Clown sneaking onto his Highschool/College campus at times. When he was fired from being Robin, their friendship became a bit more strained and they began to drift further away until they were entirely no contact. In their time apart Dick had all of his antics with spiral and the court of owls, Clown occasionally stalking him to check on him. When he thought Dick had died Clown mourned him the same way he did Jason. When he found he was alive again, he dumped his boyfriend, the Riddler, and moved to Blüdhaven. He spent his days annoying Nightwing and repeatedly hinting at a plan to "take him down". Dick found it more endearingly annoying than anything so he sort of let him do his thing. One day Dick caught him stealing from tourists, but he noticed a pattern in the thefts. Clown was very careful to steal from tourists on the richer side, and only stole money he knew they wouldn't notice was missing. After looking into it a bit further he found out not only was Clown extremely poor but also legally had been dead the entire time he had known him, so there was no way for him to get a real job. From that point on Dick had started helping him out, turning a blind eye to the thefts and even buying him food often. As days got colder they spent more and more time together until Clown slowly began to move into his apartment and eventually admitted his feelings for Nightwing. After a long conversation they found he reciprocated and now the two live together and are working on getting Clown's life back to some form of "normal".

Bruce found out about their friendship at 14 because Robin had taken a photo on a camera that he didn't realize was connected to the bat computer of them on a rooftop together, Clown now had the only copy of the photo left hung up in their apartment

Clown sort of “perches” on Dick all the time, climbing up onto his back, clinging to just chest, ect

Dick is an excellent cook, Alfred was determined to not let him end up like Bruce who somehow can even fuck up making cereal

Despite being close, due to his early transition, Dick had no idea Clown was trans and upon seeing his top surgery scars for the first time solemnly asked “did the Joker do this to you?” causing Clown to burst out in laughter for several minutes

Due to his high attendance at EVERY SINGLE PRIDE EVENT people already figured Dick was queer so when he did come out publicly, genuinely no one was surprised (especially with Bruce’s track record)

When they first started dating Dick regularly freaked out about how Bruce would feel so much so that when Bruce actually found out, he had sort of stopped worrying and was unphased by the resulting argument

Dick actually retrained Clown in combat because the joker had done so poorly and he worried about his safety

Bonus birthday HC: Every year everyone throws a surprise party for Dick, they do it every year and the kid is a great detective but some how always ends up (pleasantly) surprised

Sorry I’m sort of blanking on Nightwing HC’s at the moment more will come in the future don’t worry

#batfamily #batman #batmanau #dc #art #batfam #batmanoc #comics #oc #nightwing #dickgrayson #happy birthday dick

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writtenjewels · 8 months ago

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Summer part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Since it was his first year as the town's farmer, Jason figured he should make an appearance at the summer potluck. It would give him a chance to socialize with the other villagers, and he'd get some good food in the bargain. He even decided to bring something to the potluck. Jason didn't have the time to cook anything, but he could manage fresh eggs and milk.

The town square was transformed into an outdoor buffet. Long tables were laid out, with chairs for the attendants and one holding all the food. Jason added his milk and eggs to the offerings before going to chat with the locals.

“Hey, Jason!” Nick waved. He ran the general store and sold Jason all his seeds, so the two had gotten to know each other very well over the months. “Glad you could make it!”

“Wouldn't miss it, man. You close the store for the day?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to miss this. Be sure to get some green bean casserole.”

“That what you brought?” Jason guessed.

“It's a family recipe,” Nick confirmed.

Jason chatted with a few other residents. He didn't realize he was looking for Salim until he found the guy talking with the local doctor. Salim happened to turn his gaze away in time to catch Jason's eye. A smile lit up the man's face. He pointed to one of the empty seats and raised his eyebrows; Jason gave him a nod. As if he would say no to hanging out with Salim.

“It seems we're both out of uniform today, my friend,” Salim remarked once they both filled their plates with food. It was true: Salim wasn't in his cafe outfit for once. The T-shirt he wore instead was decorated in tropical flowers. Somehow he made it look good. “I was beginning to think that hat was glued on your head,” Salim added teasingly.

“Fuck off, asshole,” Jason retorted, keeping his tone light. Salim laughed, his expression warming. A little sunburn was worth it to have Salim smile at Jason like that. “What'd you make for this thing, anyway?”

“I didn't bring anything except a hungry belly. Everyone else is taking a day off from their work, and I thought I should do the same.”

“Makes sense,” Jason agreed. “I see you got the milk I brought,” he added.

“I like everything you bring from your farm,” Salim replied. It was a pretty innocuous comment, and yet it made Jason's heart beat a little faster.

It was a little ridiculous how he reacted to this guy. What the hell was he getting flustered for? He and Salim were friends; they complimented each other before. Jason pushed it aside and focused on enjoying the food and company. He and Salim passed jokes and teasing back and forth while they ate. It was the longest they got to sit down and talk since they met. They had a friendly argument about books (Jason didn't read much) that carried them into the evening.

“Back to work tomorrow, I guess,” Jason sighed.

“I'm afraid so.” Salim flashed him an amused smile. “Don't act like you don't love it.”

“I do,�� Jason confessed. “When I moved here, I sure wasn't expectin' to make much of farm life. But it's been really great.”

“I know what you mean,” Salim nodded. “Being here has been good for me, too.” It wasn't the first time they both hinted at deeper reasons for being here.

“Attention, everyone!” the mayor called. “We are closing the square for the evening. Thank you all for coming and bringing so many delicious foods! Don't forget to take any dishware back with you!”

“Well...” Jason suddenly felt awkward. “Good night.”

“Good night, Jason,” Salim returned. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Something about how confident Salim was that Jason would stop by the cafe made Jason smile.

“Definitely.”

#jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes #au

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xojennyboo · 4 months ago

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I have everything that I’ve ever wanted in life. I have a beautiful home, a nice car, my dream job, a husband, and two beautiful kids. I am set for life and couldn’t be any happier. Although that’s what I thought a couple of months ago. 5 months ago, I gave birth to our second child, Elena. She is a blessing through and through. After my first pregnancy with Lorenzo, our 2-year-old, the doctors had informed me that conceiving again would be extremely difficult and if it were to happen it would be high risk. Due to this information, it halted our plans of extending our family. My marriage wasn’t as strong as it used to be and my husband, Jason, was more distant than ever. Once we found out I was pregnant it did bring us closer together but only during the pregnancy and only for the first 3 months of Elena’s birth. I tried everything to hold the pieces together, but I was getting physically and emotionally tired.

It got to the point where he wouldn’t even touch me anymore. He would always comment on my weight after the pregnancy, which wasn’t even bad. I would just ignore the bad comments and focus all of my attention on my kids and my job. I was very lucky on having a job where I got to work remotely. I was able to plan my life accordingly. Today I had a personal review meeting which forced me to go into the office. Jason had work which required me to call our babysitter Carol. Once she was here, I quickly got ready, explained everything to her for the kids, and I was on my way to the office.

The meeting went extremely well. I got a huge promotion and a raise. I felt in a celebratory mood and decided I would cook a nice dinner for my family. I quickly event to Whole Foods and purchased the necessary things I needed for dinner. I paid for my things and headed home with a huge smile on my face. I pulled into the driveway and saw Jason’s car parked. Excellent. I turned off the ignition and got out of my car. At the same time, I noticed our best friend/neighbor Harry getting out of his car as well. “Hey y/n. Let me help you with those”, he says noticing the way I attempted to carry everything with me. “Thank you, Harry,”, I say to him handing him the heavier bags.

Harry has been a great friend to Jason and me since college. Harry has always held a special place in my heart since I could remember. In our earlier days, we use to date prior to meeting Jason. My friendship with Harry was so special and strong that you remained very close friends even after your breakup. Him and Jason became super close and were like brothers.it wasn’t a surprise to me that Jason wanted to purchase the house next door. Holidays and celebrations were always fun when Harry was around. “What are you doing tonight?", I asked him as we walked to the front door. “Nothing much. How come?”, he questions, grabbing some of my bags so I could grab my key from my bag. “Want to come by for dinner?", I invited opening the front door. “Yeah, old love to”, he says walking with me towards the kitchen. “Great! How does 6pm sound?”, I placed the bags on the island and started taking out the stuff. “6pm sounds good”, he says helping me. Once it was quiet, you realized it was too quiet. Furrowing my eyebrows I slowly walked around into the living room where the TV was on with very light volume. “Harry, do you mind helping me find Edward. The TV is on but he’s not here. Jason's car is outside. Maybe they’re in the play room?”, I suggest. Without hesitations Harry walks with me upstairs. He goes left into the playroom, and I go right where my bedroom is. When I open the bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. Right in front of me, I saw my husband of 7 years having sex with the babysitter. They didn’t hear me come in, too busy. I saw red. Tears threatening to spill out due to the huge pain I felt in my heart. I grabbed the lamp that was right next to the door and slammed it on the floor as hard as I could. “Y/N!”, I heard Harry say, his footsteps carrying him into the bedroom where my husband and babysitter were now sitting up with shock and fear on their face.

“Get out”, a calmly say. “B-babe. This isn’t what it looks like”, Jason defends. “Get out”, I repeat. I feel Harry shift, his eyes looking at my calm demeanor. Probably it was because his hand rested on my lower back. “Mrs”, “I do not want you to step into this house ever again. Do you understand”, I fiercely say. Her eyes held tears from how scared she was on getting caught. “y/n babe. I can explain”, he gets dressed and runs towards me. But before he could even touch me, my hand made a painful contact with his face, his head turning from the impact. Silence. I wanted to break down and cry right there, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“I want you out of my house within the hour. I don’t care where you go or where you stay. The kids stay with me. I want you out”, I say, turning around and about to walk out before I felt the tight grip of Jason’s hand around my arm making me wince. “You’re gonna listen-“, but before Jason could finish Harry’s fist made impact with his face. “What the fuck Harry!”, Jason yelled at him, a bit of blood oozing out of his busted lip. “Don’t ever put a hand on her again do you understand “, he yelled back rage evident all over his face. Before things heated back up, I went into Elena’s nursery where she played awake. “Hi my darling. Come to mama”, I cooed picking her up and carrying her in my arms. “Let’s go find your brother yeah”, I whispered walking into the playroom where Edward sat playing with his toys. They were so innocent and pure, completely unaware of the huge changes that were about to happen. “Mama”, Edward says dropping his toys and walking towards me with his arms wide opened. Hearing Harry and Jason arguing, I closed the door behind me and walked towards the sofa against the wall. “Hey my handsome boy. I’ve missed you so much”, I say, picking him up the best I could with Elena in my other arm. Once on the sofa, he climbed onto my lap and gave me a huge hug. Little did he know how much I needed it.

“Want to watch a movie my love? I asked Edward. “Yes please” he mumbled. “Any suggestions?”, I grabbed the remote turning the TV on. “Bluey”, he says with excitement. Bluey has become his favorite show as of late. “Of course,”, I giggled putting on his favorite show. The theme song played through the speakers and Edward started singing along with it making me smile and proud at how quickly he picked up on everything. “Great job my love”, I say, kissing the top of his head. “Come. Sit here while I feed your baby sister”, I say, sitting him right besides me. I lift up my shirt from the side and shift my bra down so that Elena finds my breast. As if on cue, she latches onto my nipple and begins to feed. That feeling never gets comfortable.

I kept looking at the clock on my phone. I had managed to feed Elena and keep Edward entertained for almost an hour. I tried listening to what was happening outside, but it was quiet. I was hurt, I’m not gonna lie. But for some reason I felt like a weight had been lifted. I also questioned whether I still loved Jason. Taking in all those mean comments from him for months made me realize how mean he could be. I just wished that he could’ve told me that he didn’t love me no more instead of cheating. I was so into my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door opening. “Uncle Harry!”, I hear Edward say next to me, my vision averting towards Harry standing on the doorway. “Hey champ”, he says making his way towards my son and picking up and lifting him mp into the air making Edward laugh. “He left?”, I question as he sat next to me bringing Edward with him. “Yeah. He took majority of his things and left. He said he was going to stay with his brother if you needed anything", he says making me scoff. I definitely didn’t need anything from him.

“Y/N, I just want to say th-”, I put my hand up for him to stop. I didn’t want to talk about any of this in front of my kids. “Not now. Please. Will you still be staying for dinner?", I ask him, hoping he’d say yes. “Uh. Sure. If you still want me to” he says scratching the back of his neck in confusion. “Great. Do you mind helping me put the babies to nap?”, my eyes screaming for help. I was feeling everything and nothing all at once. “Yeah of course. I’ll help with Edward”, he says getting up from his seat and carrying a sleepy Edward. “Come on champ. Let's take a nap”, he says exiting the room leaving me with Elena. I patted her small back to get her gases out before her pap. Once she did, I walked towards the nursery and put her in her crib. She looked so innocent and calm when she slept. Turning off the lights I went downstairs and began prepping for dinner. I couldn’t help but notice that Harry had put the groceries away in the middle of all this drama.

I started chopping up the veggies I needed but I couldn’t focus. My mind replaying the beautiful memories that I shared with Jason. All of it felt like a complete waste of time, besides my babies of course. What could’ve possibly gone wrong? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough for him anymore? Did he not love me anymore? All of my questions caused me to break down right there and then. Tears streamed dawn my face as I broke down for the first time. I couldn’t help but picture the image of him having sex with the woman who took care of our kids. A woman who was younger than the both of us. In our bed. I couldn’t sleep in there anymore. “Hey, Edward, is finally down”, I near Harry say as he walked into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks once he saw the state I was in. “Oh love. Come here”, he said opening his arms for me to embrace. And I did just that. I hugged him and he let me cry as much as I needed to. He caressed my head, his fingers running through my hair, a gesture only he knew would calm me instantly when I’m upset. He kissed the top of my head as he swayed us side to side in the kitchen. All I could think of was what if it was Harry instead of Jason? Would he have done the same thing?

It took a while for me to calm down my eyes red and puffy once I stopped crying. “There’s no way in hell that you’re looking tonight. We’re going to order take out and drink a bit of wine once we put the kids to bed, okay?”, he says. All I could do was nod my head in defeat. Harry let me go for a second as he put the mess I made away. “Come on, lets go sit in the living room for a bit”, he says grabbing my hand in his and walking us into the living room to sit on the sofa. Without even asking, Harry wrapped me in his arms and cuddled me, the familiarity of our past making me giggle. “There it is. The sound that I love so much”, he says poking my dimple that appeared on my cheek.

We sat there silence his fingers playing with my hair, our bodies cuddled together. I could hear his heart beating from the position that I was in.it soothed me in some way. As we sat there, I kept looking at the framed photo of me and Jason on our wedding day. We looked so happy in that picture. The more I looked at the photo the more I couldn’t recognize them. We have changed so much since then. Tears silently fell from my face and landed on Harry’s shirt. “Is there something wrong with me?”, I whispered to him. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you love. His just stupid and hasn’t realized how perfect you are”, he whispered back. I could hear his heart rate increase when he spoke. “World you have done the same?”, I question. “Now why on earth would I have done that to you? You are perfect. You are everything that a man would want and more”, he says. “You think?”, I look up to his face for the first time since we have been in the living room. He looks et me, his eyes dancing all over my face. He smiles gently, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears off my face. “Honey, I know you are. I’ve been win you, don’t you remember", he teased making me smile.

Before I could day anything Elena’s cries broke our attention away from each other. “Let me get her. You stay here”, he says getting up and going upstairs. I sat up on the sofa and wiped my face, getting rid of any tears left behind. “Guess who is also up”, Harry said holding both of my kids, one on each arm.in that moment all I could think of was what if it was Harry and not Jason. What would our lives have been if we were the ones to marry. Would we have had kids? Would we line happily ever after? I pushed the thoughts away and plastered a smile on my face. “Come here my loves”, I say. Edward immediately opened his arms out to me, wanting to be held. I took him in my arms and embraced him in a hug. He was the sweetest little boy ever. He is very smart and loving. Definitely a momma’s boy. I look over at Harry who had Elena in his arms. The sight warmed my heart. “It suits you, you know”, I say aloud, speaking my random thoughts into existence. “What does?”, he says, making silly faces to Elena. “Being a dad”, I begin rocking back and forth in my seat, something that comforted Edward. “You think? I don’t know”, he modestly says. “Well, I’ve seen you with my children and how you care for them. You’re a natural", I compliment. He shrugs his shoulders.: maybe one day. With the right person”, he looks up to me when he says this, maintaining eye contact with me. Deep down, I knew we were thinking the same thing.

4 months later…

Four months flew by in a wink of an eye. Within those four months I filed for a divorce. I was definitely not giving Jason a second chance. Keep down I knew he knew he had fucked up. I had also remodeled the house a bit to my liking, with the help of Harry. My relationship with Harry had been quite interesting. He came by every single day. We always hung out with the kids. Jason would take the kids on his assigned days since we have joint custody and, on those days, Harry would plan things for us to do. I couldn’t help but feel the reconnection between us. We flirted constantly with one another and stole glances here and there. When he stayed over rue would fall asleep on the couch. He was a great help with the kids, and I appreciated it.

Today, the divorce would be finalized. Unfortunately, that meant I had to go to court. Once I got the kids ready for their day. And made sure Harry had everything he needed to take care of the kids, I went straight to the courthouse. Once there, I sat with my lawyer and waited for Jason to arrive. As if on cue, the door opened and in he walked and sat with his lawyer. As the days went by, and I accepted the fact that we were no longer going to be together, seeing him was easier. He picked the kids up at the house and left. Although our relationship had ended romantically, I still wanted to have a good enough relationship to co-parent our kids.

Once the case was closed, I quickly grabbed my purse and started walking out of the courthouse. “Y/n wait up”, I near Jason’s voice behind me. I turned around to see him catching up to me. “Yea?”, I say wondering what he could possibly need. “I just wanted to talk to you”, he says making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "About?", I hold my arms in front of me. “Can we go grab a coffee?', he suggests. I suck in my pride and agree, deciding on meeting at the nearby Starbucks. He had arrived first and when I got in, he already had my coffee in his hand. “Thank you”, I say, taking A seat on one of the sofas. “What did you want to talk about?”, I say sipping my coffee. He fidgeted in his seat and took a couple of sips of his coffee before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize. Sincerely. For everything. I know I wasn’t the best husband and father, but I really did love you”, he days, taking my hands in his. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry for all of the pain I put you through", he finishes.

“For one, you’re a great dad to our kids and hopefully that doesn’t change. The first couple of days were difficult. I really hated you, Jason. I never wanted to see you again. But then I thought of own kids. They need their dad. In some way, one forgiven you. I’m not saying what you did was right, but one accepted that our love just ran out romantically. I just hope that we can manage to be civil and have a good enough friendship for our kid's sake”, I finished. “Of course we can. Thank you very much y/n. You’ve always been so forgiving”, he says. “Can I ask you one more thing?”, he says. I nod taking another sip of my coffee. “The noticed that he’s been at the house quite often. Are you two giving it another go?”, he says, a playful smirk on his face. “Uh… he’s helped me get through this thing. He’s been a great help”, I answered. He just nods his head. “Well, I think I should head back home”, I say getting up before he asks any other questions. "Alright. Thank you for joining me and letting me apologize", he says and hugs me catching me off guard. “If things spark up with H, go for it”, he whispers before taking his leave, leaving me in the coffee shop more confused than ever.

I drone back to the house why on earth would my ex-husband say to go for it with one of his best friends. I mean, year, Harry is pretty placed off at Jaxon but that’s besides the point. I pulled into the driveway and event inside. When I opened the I was met with Harry running around the living room with Edward. Elena was in her rocking chair watching the two of them. “Took who it is. Its mama. Let’s go say hi”, Harry said picking Edward up and coming to me to engulf me in a comforting hug. “Mommy”, Edward said grabbing my face with his tiny little hands. “Hey my lone. Mama’s here “, I cooed. “how’d it go?”, Harry asked leaning against the couch. “It was quite interesting to say the least”, I say and told him everything that happened, besides the last thing Jason told me. “That’s very nice of you to forgive him. Shows what a wonderful person you are”, he says. “On that note, I think tonight calls for a celebratory evening. Do you think you can get a sitter tonight?", he suggests. “Oh… maybe my mom?”, I say, more as a question. “I can ask Gemma?”, he suggests. “It’ll be okay. You need a small break just for a few hours. I can even ack her to come here instead and I can make us dinner at my house”, he says, already seeing I was hesitant. “Okay”, I give in.

The plan went just like that. Gemma arrived at the house assuring me that they were fine. Separation anxiety sucks. “Come, let’s go”, Harry said before dragging me out the door and into his house. “Har”, I begin to say but get pulled back and pinned to the door by Harry who attaches his lips to mine immediately. Oh my… It took me a few seconds to process what was going on, but I kissed him back. Flashbacks of our relationship from the past flood my mind. He’s feeling the same way I am! With my hands resting on each side of my head against the door, Harry intertwines our fingers together. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed his lips on mine, feeling like we were the only two people in the world. He took my bother lip between his teeth, slightly biting it and then sucking it to case the sharp pair. He lets go of my hands and places them against my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

He kisses me down my face and onto my neck. “Harry”, I pant, out of breath from the intense kissing. I’ve been waiting to do that for such a long time”, he says, bringing his lips to mine again. I pull back, looking at his red swollen lips and then up to his eyes. “You feel the same way?”, I ask. “Of course I do. I just had to wait until after you were fully divorced", he says. “Dinner can wait a few if you’d like…”, he cheekily says, his fingers sliding up my arms creating goosebumps. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted him. All of him. Now. I nodded my head with a smile as Harry didn’t waste time to lift me up against the door. “Where”, he pants, kissing my neck eagerly. “Here”, I smirk, my hands tugging at his hair. With a sinister smirk Harry kisses me, his hands on my legs that were around his waist. They go up my dress lifting it, so it rests on my waist. “No foreplay Harry. I need you”, I pathetically plea. “Your wish is my command babe, he says. Putting me down on the floor, he starts removing his pants, throwing them aside. He then removes my panties. “Give me one second”, he kisses me before going upstairs into his bedroom and then quickly coming down with a condom on. “Now, where were we”, he smirks lifting me back up. “This is giving me Déjà vu”, I say making him laugh. “Oh, we’ve had our fun times”, he kisses me again, this time feeling his hard cock against my thigh. “I need you Harry”, I whine, desperate to feel him inside me. Without any hesitation he positioned himself and inserted himself. As soon as I felt the necessary stretch of his cock inside me, we both let out a sigh, relieved to finally feel each other this way after so many years.

“Fuck you feel amazing, just like I remember”, he says nuzzling his face at the crook of my neck as he starts thrusting. He felt so good. “Fuck”, I moan, my head resting against the door as he fucks me against it. Our moans fill his hallway, his lips kissing my chest. “S-sofa”, I moan, wanting him not to carry me anymore. He carried me into the sofa, the dimly lit room having such a cozy feeling. “Let me take you from behind”, he mumbled, positioning me on my knees on the sofa, my elbows resting on the edge. “Fuck you look amazing this way”, he says. Without wasting anymore time he inserts back inside me and this time I feel him deeper. A strangled moan leaves my lips at the feeling. He leans in more, his chest meeting my back, his hot skin against mine, as he cups my breasts. My body starts to loosen up, really getting into the rhythm and I start meeting Harry in the middle, moving back as he thrusts into me. “Fuck “, he groans, twisting my nipple in the process. My head falling back to rest on his shoulders as he consumes me. Soon my body starts feeling very sensitive, my orgasm approaching sooner than I’d like. Harry reaches down my front, sliding his hand between my legs to play with my swollen nub. “That’s right baby. Cum for me, yeah?”, he teases, whispering into my ear. He always knew I like dirty talk. “Show me how good I make you feel baby. Cover my cock with your cum”, he says biting my earlobe which sends a shock through my body. “F-fuck. Keep going Harry. Don’t stop”, I moan out, closing my eyes shut as my body slowly starts to let go. “Fuck I’m about to cum”, he groans, his hands on my waist controlling our movements. “Pull my hair”, I moan, his hand circling around my hair and slight pulling it back. “I forget how dirty you are”, he moans. His thrust becoming faster, the sound of our skin slapping against one another sent me over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan out as I cum all over his dick. “That’s right honey, give me everything”, he says, riding my orgasm out until he finally cums, his movements ceasing as he cums in the condom. We stay still for a couple seconds, too tired to move. I feel his lips kiss my back, up my shoulders, and onto my neck. He removes himself from me, turning me around in his grip. Taking my face in his hands he kisses me, softer this time. “That was amazing”, he says against my lips. “You were amazing”, I whispered. “You’re amazing”, he whispers, rubbing our noses together. “Thank you, for everything Harry”, I say, bringing my hands up to move a strand of hair from his eyesight. “You don’t have to thank me Y/N. You know that I’ll always be there. I’ll do anything for you”, he confesses bringing a smoky to my face. “And I’d do the same for you”, I kiss his lips. “Now…how about I make us dinner and maybe we can squeeze in another love making session yeah?”, he grins, his suggestion making me laugh at how quickly he can change the subject. “Sounds like a plan”, I say. As he walks away, I can see us being together again. It would be y/n and Harry again, plus my babies. Our small little family. A future together, just like we had always wanted.

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anawrites3 · 6 months ago

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Hellooo 💕

For the wip ask game I’d love to know more about Neil and aggressive omegas💕💕💕💕💕

Omg so sorry I missed your ask! Thank you for taking interest 💕

I'm gonna assume 'Neil' is autocorrect and you actually meant nwil haha It's short for 'not what it looks (like)' and it's a 4+1 polycule Teen Titans story where Jason, Tim, Damian and Duke each think that Dick is dating someone else and they caught the suppoused SO "cheating".

We have Duke thinking Dick is dating Wally and then seeing Wally with Artemis, Jason thinking he's dating Roy and seeing Roy with Kory, Tim thinking Dick's dating Joey and seeing him with Garth and Damian thinking he's dating Kory and seeing her with Donna. Cass and Steph are not in because they know they're in polycule lmao

The +1 is when they all decide to tell Dick that his suppoused SO is cheating on them and they make it a big thing with calling everyone into one room to announce it. The best thing is, Bruce had no idea at all that Dick is dating anyone and now he's learning that he's dating not one but multiple partners haha

A snippet;

Wally was Dick's boyfriend. They didn't exactly announce it when Wally was introduced to him but Duke would have to be completely stupid not to see it. The way they were always pressed close, the mere way they looked at each other with so much love and trust. So of course Bruce had to hate Wally. Of course Damian, who often acted like a guard dog when it came to Dick, hated him too and both Tim and Jason acted disgusted by all their flirting. And they flirted <i>a lot</i>. "Come on, babe." Wally whined into Dick's shoulder. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Dick's waist and was doing his best to distract him from cooking. Duke, who came to the kitchen to do his homework in peace, pretended not to even notice them. "Just this once." "No, Walls." Dick laughed, swatting at him with a spatula. "And don't try to change my mind about this, it won't work." "Are you sure?" Wally purred. Duke lifted his head just in time to see the way he slipped his thumb under Dick's shirt to stroke at his bare hip. "I heard I can be very convincing." "Not in front of my baby brother." Dick scolded and actually hit Wally's arm this time. Duke blushed and lowered his head sharply. "Oh, come on, I'm not even doing anything." Wally grumbled but came back to simply hold Dick's waist. "And Duke doesn't mind, right dude?" "I don't even know what you're talking about." He denied, scribbling furiously in his notebook. "Yeah, sure." Dick drawled sarcastically, before adding. "You don't have to put up with his bullshit, Duke. You can just tell him what a loser he is, like everyone else does. He won't even mind." "Hey! You love this loser!" "Do I?" Dick teased with a smile. His eyes were shining when he looked at Wally over his shoulder and the redhead answered by shifting minutely, in a way that brought their faces closer. "I don't think Wally's a loser." Duke said loudly to interrupt their moment. They seemed very happy and in love and you know, good for them but they really didn't have to make out in front of him. Or so close to the food. "You're a great guy, Wally. I don't get why other guys are so mean to you all the time. " "Aww, thanks, little bat!" Wally sent a smile his way and winked. "You're my favorite too." "Ekhem." "Second favorite," He corrected himself quickly, hooking his chin on Dick's shoulder. "That goes without saying, babe. Anyway, I think they're just jealous. Y'know, of my speed, my hilarious jokes and obviously my good looks. Who wouldn't be?"

And this little moment :3

"With Wilson's son?!" "Bruce, it's not-" "Does Wilson know about this?" Bruce demanded. Oh yeah, Slade knew it all right. He walked in on Dick and Joey in one of his safehouses, in full Deathstroke regalia and a gun in hand - Dick was never going to live that one down.

And aggressive omegas is a fic based on that post that showed some animal dynamics anddd the last part about hyenas the "males will present their erections to females to show submission the same way other animals present their throat" got me like 👀👀👀 And I thought about the wolrd where omegas are the more aggresive ones. Especially when they're in heat - they're almost feral then.

So Slade wants to help Dick through his heat because he's sure he'll be able to handle him and of course Dick agrees because heats are much better when alpha is helping out even though it doesn't happen often because alphas are mostly afraid of omegas in heat. And at one point Dick manages to pin Slade down and he bites him bloody so to calm the omega down at least a bit Slade decides to show submission

And it does work and make Dick all pleasant because his alpha is showing himself off so nicely :3 and then they fuck nasty lmao

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The smell of in-heat omega hit him as soon as he opened the door. Slade stopped in front of the apartment, his hand still on the doorknob and he took a moment to just enjoy the smell. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so, caramel-like and Slade wasn't usually a big fan of sweets but this one made saliva gather in his mouth. He waited a short moment to let that scent wrap around him, enjoy it some more before finally stepping over the threshold. He got just enough time to close the door behind himself and turn the key to properly lock it, before a quiet creek sounded behind him. Body slammed into him, throwing him to the ground and normally Slade would just dodge it and attack back before the other person knew what was happening but this time it wouldn't do him any good. Dick Grayson seated himself over his hips, fingers digging into Slade's wrist to properly pin his hands on the floor by his head. Dick's upper lip was curled up in a sneer as he growled, pupils dilated and sharp fangs displayed in warning. "Omega." Slade greeted and Dick's nails dug into his skin even more.

Thank you for asking!! 💕💕

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dc x dp Revival Brothers Pt2

5 Red Hood doesn't let Danny use the equipment to try and work on purifying the ectoplasm now, but Danny explains it acts like a dialysis machine and would take time so he will leave the equipment with hood. Danny was running low on time anyway and needed to get back to the hotel. Hood and Nightwing go back to the bat cave and start checking out the equipment and comparing ectoplasm to their records of the chemical makeup of pit water. everything checks out and matches up with Dannys explanation. (The ecto dialysis clamps on like a pressure cuff and doesn't have any needles) Hood tries it for a few minutes and instantly feels it working to quiet the pit. Nightwing is keeping an eye on him anyway while looking up the things Oracle found about Phantom, amity park and the Fentons. Batman, Red Robin, and Robin arrive back at the cave after the patrol is over. Bruce is not happy about Jason just trying the device with an unknown substance but the fact that it is helping with clearing out the pit madness, and actually helping him feel better and more refreshed than he has since he got revived lets it continue but tells Hood he is benched for a while so they can monitor for side effects. Jason flips him off, but Bruce ignores it. He then turns to Nightwing to see what he is researching. The Past year of Phantom's hero work in amity is on screen, which is surprising little outside of a school paper, and there was a lot of digging as it seems someone was trying to scrub all of it off of the internet. Same thing with the Fentons history. Nightwing goes over what he observed and what oracle saw/found, and they decide that someone needs to be sent to amity to investigate as something seems wrong. Bruce is going to have a have a file made and ready to send to a Lawer if needed. (Yes, Bruce's adoption issue continues). 6 A week or so latter Nightwing and red robin are scouting amity park, and checking the paper records of what has been going on while. and it is a lot more than expected and are surprised the Justice league hasn't been called in on some of the issues the town has had. As for Danny they observe a few ghost fights and the Fentons, and also the GIW (Guy in white) trying to kill or capture him. On one occasion they see him actually get hit and escape looking like he is bleeding ectoplasm. They also observe the family when Danny is in human form and the Fentons are good parents if a bit of bad cooks and absent minded. Though they did get a surprise when the food seemed to come to life and had to be taken down by an ecto gun. the GIW seems to be a problem and when they look into it find it isn't a real government agency and the anti ecto laws are also fake. another thing that they think is off and look into is Vlad masters and they start finding his criminal history. So now they are working on a game plan on dealing with these rouge elements with everyone back in Gotham. (Also, Jason is feeling great and is in a better mood than ever, but is starting to develop Meta abilities, going invisible or intangible randomly. He likes the abilities and sees how useful they will be, but the lack of control is frustrating him, and he is wanting to talk to phantom to get an explanation.)

I love replies. Especially when you add your own ideas.

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 6

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: underage drinking | 11.2k includes: sleepover w Damian (y’all already know there’s bed sharing), dinner and breaky w batfam, sex talk from bruce, Jason throws a party at the manor and you’re invited (shenanigans and dirty dancing w ur boy roy)

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Six: Growing Pains | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Damian held out the chair for you as you walked up to the overly-stuffed table that was filled to the brim with every type of food imaginable before sitting to your left. Maybe even some foods that weren’t imaginable, considering you couldn’t quite place the fluffed bowl of purple goodness in front of a runny-nosed Jason to the right of you.

Tim sat parallel to Jason with his raw-rubbed Rudolph nose, but you didn’t remember him mentioning anything about being sick.

Weird.

Upon closer inspection, Tim’s eyes appeared to be red, as if stained with tears. You looked around the table to see if anyone else had noticed, but Damian was too busy fiddling with his napkin next to you. Meanwhile, Jason was preoccupied with blowing an excessive amount of snot into his own, leaving both Alfred and Damian to frown in distaste.

“Miss,” Alfred’s soothing voice drew you from your thoughts. You looked up as he set down the last serving plate and then picked up the water pitcher. “I do have a few questions for you."

What questions could the Wayne's most prestigious help have for a nobody like you? Oh, god, you thought. Here come the questions about your home life. You were really hoping to avoid the topic, let alone in front of the entire Wayne family. At the same time, how could you say no to Alfred?

You gulped nervously, “Uh, sure.” You looked around to see them all glancing between you and Alfred warily. Everyone, that is, except Tim. Upon seeing the raven lift his head, you attempted to hold his gaze from across the table, but Tim seemed to purposefully avoid your eyes. “What about?”

“Well," he looked like what he was about to say was rather obvious, "it’s regarding you and the young men at this table.”

“Oh?” You didn’t know what else to say.

Alfred’s poker face remained strong as ever as he began filling everyone’s glasses with great care. “You see, Master Damian has been nothing but complimentary about your art skills, Master Bruce seems quite taken with your baking skills,” you smiled modestly at Bruce, not understanding where Alfred was going with this in the slightest. “Master Timothy can’t seem to stop talking about which comics you like and which ones you don’t.” Tim finally caught your eyes long enough for him to see your worried expression, but the glance was over just as quickly as it'd begun. “You even have Master Jason cooking tirelessly for you nearly every day of the week,” he said as he stopped pouring. At this, he tilted his head from in between the empty space between where Damian’s seat met yours. “I’m simply wondering what magical powers you possess, Miss?”

Woah, woah, woah... Hold up. Jason cooked for you? A quick look his way proved he was too busy glaring at Alfred to notice your dumbfounded stare. Even Tim seemed upset with what Alfred said, but you were still caught off guard by all the information you’d just obtained.

“Pennyworth, whose side are you on?” Damian spat, pouting petulantly at his empty plate.

“I’m merely on the side that causes you more embarrassment, it would appear,” the older man said sarcastically as he finally sat down. “Please, do dig in before it gets too cold. I’ve worked too hard for it to go to waste.” He gave you a knowing smile as you blushed down at your plate.

None of them needed to be told twice and they began digging in with such fervor you had to laugh at the barbaric sight.

“Boys, calm down,” came Bruce’s deep, rumbling timbre from the head of the expensive wood table. You could understand his playboy reputation when he looked and talked like that, but now was definitely not the time to be checking out your friend’s dad. “You act like we don’t feed you.”

“Shi-” Jason sneezed into his arm, cutting off his curse before Alfred could claim any swear jar money. “It’s really good.” He smiles way too innocently, leaving everyone to roll their eyes.

“So,” your name dripped from Bruce’s mouth like honey, “what is your secret?”

You met his dark eyes and with a kind, hopefully unaffected, smile before quickly retreating to look at the much less intimidating Alfred. “I just do my own thing and whoever tags along for long enough, I try to keep them around.”

You really didn’t know how else to answer the question and figured you were at least being truthful with them. You’d never been in a situation like this before, let alone in a situation where you had multiple friends.

“I understand,” you glanced back at him to see his face had softened. You waited for the uncomfortable question about why you were always over here or where your parents were, but it never came. “Guess we’ll have to keep you around too, then,” he said, flashing you a dazzling smile. From beside you, Damian muttered something under his breath.

You gave the beguiling man a weak thumbs up. “Sounds good.”

Damian snorted at your awkwardness, only to sneer and shove at your shoulder when you brought your foot down hard onto his from underneath the table in response.

“Master Damian, no roughhousing at the table.”

He stuck out his tongue at you. “She started it.”

“Woah! Careful, Damian you know what she does with those,” Jason said with a wicked glint in his eyes. Tim, to your surprise, chuckled from across the table around a mouthful of purple fluff. How fitting that they wouldn’t let you live down grabbing Damian’s tongue during Injustice.

“Yes. Please refrain from further tongue-grabbing,” he smirked around your last name, “and stomping like a cow.”

“Damian!” Bruce and Tim reprimanded in unison, but you just laughed. You were growing more accustomed to his jokes, which were honestly more like jabs than anything else. Nonetheless, you could appreciate his prickly humor.

“What?” He looked innocently from Bruce and Tim to you. “At least she has a sense of humor.”

You shook your head in amusement and sipped at your water. “Thick skin is more like it, asshole-” you cut yourself off, looking up worriedly first at Alfred, then at Bruce. You weren’t used to censoring yourself for parental figures. “Sorry,” you managed sheepishly.

“We do have a swear jar here in the manor, Miss,” Alfred says your name. “We wouldn’t want you to start adding to it, now would we?”

“What do you guys do when it’s filled up? Go to Disneyland or some-” you’d been about to say shit but corrected yourself before it could squeeze out, “-thing?”

You hoped you'd corrected yourself fast enough that Alfred wouldn't claim any swear jar money from you, but his distasteful gaze seemed to say that you were on thin ice.

“Something like that,” Bruce agreed, shooting a highly amused gaze your way.

Dinner continued somewhat normally, with Tim and Damian talking about their respective days at school until it came down to Jason.

Bruce cleared his throat before saying your name, “was telling me earlier about the strange circumstance under which you got sick, Jason.” Your eyes instantly drew from your debate with Damian over which genre ‘Las Meninas’ was to Bruce’s baby blues, but they were more focused on the pathetic sniffling mess next to you. “Care to explain?”

You visibly winced in your seat when he turned to glare at you with his gorgeous green eyes.

Whatever.

It’s not like you’d meant to rat anyone out, anyway.

“Must’ve been something in the air, Bruce.” He pushed his empty plate away. “Speaking of, I better go quarantine myself in my room before I share the love with all of you.”

Tim and Damian also went to stand.

You grabbed your plate, getting up from the table with it until Damian slapped the plate out of your hand. “What are you doing?” You gave him a naive look that he ignored in favor of pulling you upstairs. “Come along.”

“Don’t stay up too late now, you two,” Alfred warned after your retreating forms.

“We won’t,” you promised innocently enough.

“You dare lie to my butler?” Damian challenged with a smirk.

“Please, Damian,” you gestured to his short form, “you look like a kid who goes to bed at eight. I guarantee you’ll be out in the fetal position in another three hours tops.”

“I can stay up longer than you could ever imagine.”

You knew he hadn’t meant it to sound so provocative, but that didn’t stop the blush that blossomed crudely across your cheeks. “I guess I’ll just have to take your word on that, then.”

Damian didn’t have time to respond as you smacked dead into Jason’s bare chest.

You scrambled backward and attempted to keep your eyes off his oddly scarred chest. The rise and fall of his chiseled stomach ceased as if he'd stopped breathing upon contact. You steeled your face, forcing yourself to look up at his usual blank expression.

The gym shorts he’d had on at dinner, however, had other ideas on where your attention should be. They hung deliciously loose around his protruding muscular hipbones, leading your eyes right down to…

“What are you looking at?” he scowled at you, though it held no actual malice. He seemed to be testing you or maybe even teasing, but you couldn’t tell in your flustered state. You were more surprised Damian had remained silent through you blatantly checking out his older brother.

You ignored him and chose to keep your eyes on the towel wrapped around his shoulders for the sake of your own sanity. “So, you cooked for me?”

He’d obviously been caught off guard. “Whatever, just the one time.” You thought back to the scones and somehow now doubted that was the only time based on his sudden defensiveness on the topic. He hesitated before hastily adding, “The other shit didn’t come out right, but it wasn’t even for you, so you get that shit out of your head right now.”

He huffed at your growing smirk. After all, you’d just been the one fawning all over him and now you have him flustered?

Time to amp it up.

“The scones you made were so good! I was getting kind of sad you hadn’t made anything else for me since then,” you trailed off, looking up at him through your lashes. Damian tutted somewhere next to you, but you hardly noticed. It was like Jason had you in a trance where everything disappeared until it was just the two of you locked in a heated gaze.

He broke eye contact first, running a sheepish hand through his locks before coughing into the crook of his elbow. “Once I’m better, maybe.” You smiled widely. “That is, if I even remember,” he added with a cool nonchalance you saw right through.

“We should make something together sometime.” He made an odd face, knowing the joke Roy would’ve told if he’d been around. “You know what I meant," you said. "Cooking, baking, whatever. Anything’s cool.”

"Cool." He fiddled slightly with the ends of his navy towel. “Now, move so I can hack up mucus in the shower and shit.”

You ooo ’ed in response, “I’m totally telling Alfred you just said that.”

He glared at you as you waved and left to find Damian, who’d snuck off while you’d been flirting. “I bet you will, snitch,” he called after you.

You ignore his jab. “See you around,” you called back to him, but he was already gone.

•

It was only after you’d beaten Damian three times in a row at Dragon Ball Z that he rage-quit and demanded you get ready for bed.

His new puppy Titus followed him around like a, well, lost puppy and went wherever the two of you went. It would be more endearing if he didn’t come up to your tits and all, but, hey, Damian really seemed to cheer up with the new addition to the Wayne family.

You yawned and sleepily followed him and Titus back to his room where he disappeared swiftly into his attached bathroom. Damian reappeared shortly after to open the door for you in sleep shorts and a cotton crewneck.

“Don’t use my face products,” he warned around the toothbrush that was in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and joined him at the his-and-her sinks to unload your own products. “As if I need your expensive shit. It’s filled with a whole bunch of alcohol and fragrances, anyway.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re paying for overpriced shit that’s going to make your face break out all for the sake of having a name brand?” you said it as if it were obvious. You merely snickered when he continued to stare at you with a vexing glare.

He pulled the toothbrush from his mouth to hiss at you, “You’re so annoying. Do you ever hear yourself talking and want to shut up?”

Damian’s fucking funny. You’d never met someone who could banter with you so well before.

“I can’t wait until I leave and you check the ingredients on your shit because I know you will,” you said, tilting your head condescendingly, “and you know I’m right.”

He flipped you off in the mirror with his signature slitted, hazel glare. “You know nothing, peasant.”

You chuckled at the fitting nickname and began your lengthy skincare process. Damian did the same in silence, only stopping a few times to steal glances at you in the mirror and quickly look away when you stared back. You blamed his weird behavior on the late hour and hurried to put on your moisturizer, brush your teeth and call it.

“I totally forgot about the air mattress.” You walked into his room to see the air mattress set up next to the side it seemed Damian slept on. The whole thing looked decked out enough with all its fluffy pillows and soft-looking blankets adorning it that it didn’t seem like it’d be too bad to sleep on, though Damian’s king-sized bed definitely looked a lot more appealing. “You’re such a spoiled fucking brat.”

He chuckled silently and climbed into bed after making Titus scoot over to the edge of his bed. He positioned himself so he was facing the way you were, but he was slightly higher up on his mattress, considering you were ground-level on your blow-up one.

He reached his hand down and you started at him in confusion, thinking he was handing you something. You brought your hand up to meet his cool one and he clasped them together. “Is this comfortable?”

Your arm was only slightly raised and it wasn’t that bad, so you nodded your head as you addressed him, “It’s good.”

“Okay.” He shifted around a bit before settling down, all while keeping your hand clasped in his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Damian,” you yawned as you closed your eyes only to open them a moment later to see his closed as well. You eyelids fluttered shut again and you drifted off to sleep.

•

When you woke up, it was still dark out.

At some point in the night, Damian slid partially off of his bed and onto yours in just a way that left his legs completely on his bed, but his head and shoulders pressed just slightly into your side on your shorter mattress. Titus had taken up the remaining space on the mattress, leaving nearly no room for Damian.

You winced at the heat on your left hand and noticed it was still encased in Damian’s unrelenting grasp. You pulled it free of the sweaty grip that had accumulated between you and Damian from overnight, trying not to wake him up in the process. Regardless, Damian stirred as soon as you pulled away.

Before he could fully wake up, he slumped forward like a slug to completely fall onto your bed with a pained groan into your blanket pile. He shuffled around on the bed so he was facing you with his head on your same pillow.

“My neck is killing,” he said, rubbing lightly at his neck while pushing at your stomach so you’d make room for him.

You thought back to his uncomfortable-looking position from mere moments ago. “I can’t imagine why,” you teased and giggled softly when he squirmed closer into the newly created space between you.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You could feel the smoothness of his legs as they popped beneath your duvet one at a time. It’s also at that time that he began his assault on you with his cold ass feet.

“DAMIAN!” You jolted across the inflatable mattress, but Damian’s arctic feet followed you relentlessly wherever you tried to escape.

“Quiet, wench.” You huffed at the stupid nickname but remained quiet nonetheless. All those old-fashioned insults were getting… well, old. “Good,” he praised.

You blushed pathetically at his words, though, thankfully, it was still dark in the room.

“Whatever, just stop putting your nasty feet on me,” you huffed as you flipped around to snuggle into his chest.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You’d never heard him sound like that before and it was doing all kinds of things to your already raging hormones. You felt the dull ache of simmering arousal heating up. You were so focused on holding in a moan that you couldn’t stop your hips from inadvertently arching into Damian’s front. “Watch it,” he hissed lightly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you quickly whispered back.

It was somewhat the truth.

Namely, you knew it had mostly been on account of Damian’s sexy, newly deepening voice. You hadn’t realized that your tanned friend was capable of producing the most delicious sounds like the one you just bore witness to.

“Don’t let it happen again.” It was dark and deep and, along with his hushed moan, it did nothing to help the wetness that was accumulating in your underwear.

“Sorry,” you said again, forcing yourself to ignore your urge. You eventually fell back asleep, still wrapped in Damian’s arms.

•

“You look well rested today, Damian,” Bruce said when you and Damian joined Bruce and Alfred for breakfast. Just like last night, Damian is sure to pull out your chair and push it in for you before taking a seat himself. “I trust you were both able to get some sleep last night, then?”

“Of course, father,” Damian kept a calm and even tone as he cut into the slice of quiche on his plate.

“So, it wasn’t giggling that awoke me at four in the morning then, Master Damian?” He looked between the two of you with a knowing look before cutting into his eggs with careful precision.

“Purely my fault this time, Pennyworth,” Damian said.

Meanwhile, you looked over to Bruce, who you were startled to see was already looking your way. You blushed, not wanting him to think anything had happened because, well, technically, it hadn’t… but it also hadn’t been completely innocent either with the bed sharing and spooning. Or had it been???

Ugh.

Breakfast returned somewhat normally, though a bit quieter than it’d been previous to Alfred’s question. That was until a flushed, wet Jason appeared behind Bruce, seeming to be fully recovered in his half-naked state of gym shorts and sneakers.

You attempted to hide your gaze, fighting not to rake your eyes down his toned chest, but your eyes had minds of their own. Without permission, they unabashedly flitted across Jason’s dripping abs to his loose-hanging gym shorts that rode down extremely close to his-

“You’re still here?” he asked you haughtily. It was his turn to eye you up, taking in your PJs up and down.

You went to open your mouth to retort, then took note of Alfred’s polite presence and thought better of it.

He rolled his eyes, seeming to realize your predicament. He came closer to lean casually against Damian’s chair, where he then began to assault his younger brother’s face with intense pokes. You winced at the venom behind each jab of Jason’s index finger into Damian’s tanned cheek.

“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian vehemently batted at his hand with irritation.

“I’ll go get the swear jar,” Alfred sighed, elegantly pushing his chair away from the table. “I would like to have just one proper meal around here for once,” he said, shaking his head as he disappeared off to find the elusive jar.

Damian looked at Jason’s dripping wet, rippling abs with disgust. “How long would it have taken you to put on a shirt, ugly?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of freeing without one. You wouldn’t have the muscles to pull this look off quite yet though there, squirt,” he taunted as he ruffled Damian’s inky locks, flexing all the while.

You couldn’t understand why he was acting like such an asshole all of a sudden. Not that you could entirely focus on that when the cause of your recent lust was standing directly in front of you exactly how you wanted him: shirtless and wet.

You looked away just as your eyes reached down Jason’s torso to the dark patch of hair that was cut off by a nasty-looking scar. You bit slightly at your lip, all while hoping no one had noticed all of your oogling.

“Jason. Stop instigating,” Bruce warned lightly.

“Sure thing, dad!” he said in an over-exaggerated tone and threw his wet towel over your head before sitting next to you. You’d never heard him refer to Bruce that way and outwardly cringed at how forced it sounded coming from his cracked lips.

You peeked out from under his towel with a deadly gaze. “You’re lucky I didn’t do my hair yet, or I would’ve-”

“You would’ve what?” he snorted. “Done nothing? Right, right.” He nodded petulantly at you, flicking the hanging towel as if to cement his point.

You glanced at Damian, but he seemed more preoccupied with the fact Jason was still shirtless. You completely understood his distracted state, considering you were still very much in that preoccupied state, too.

“Why are you being such a dick today?”

“I didn’t see him around here today, actually.” He continued his petty tirade.

You gave him an admonishing look as you dumped his wet towel onto his still-soaked head, “You forgot this,” you scurried away from the table before he could throw the damp fabric back onto your PJs, not caring how rude it might’ve looked to Mr. Wayne. You were quickly preoccupied with how ruthless Jason was being and had to pathetically dodge back around toward Damian in hopes he would avenge you, but Bruce materialized out of nowhere before either could react.

“Get back here,” he smirked around your name, but Bruce caught the towel in his hand before he could throw it at you. He glowered at Jason with an intensity that stopped even you in your tracks.

“Enough.” It was enough that Jason did, in fact, stop, but not without letting his annoyance be known.

“What? Let me get this straight. The hellspawn can fuck right under your roof, but I can’t walk around shirtless?”

Bruce tensed, analyzing you and Damian briefly. You looked over at his tired form, noting how resigned he seemed by Jason’s statement, but before you could vouch for yourself, Bruce had already taken control of the situation.

“Enough with the pissing match- both of you,” he demanded, looking from a scowling Damian to a seething Jason. Bruce soothed at the crease in between his brows as he said your name, then Damian’s. “Meet me in my office,” before you could scurry out from under Bruce Wayne’s intense stare, he continued, “now.” Jason ooo ’ed, leaving Damian to glare at him like he’d reached his limit of patience for the day- no, week. “You can join them if you want to keep instigating.”

“Hey!” Jason threw his hands up in exasperation. Bruce shot him a warning eyebrow, which was enough to shut Jason up. He sulked off to his room, but not before grabbing a piece of toast in a huff.

You looked over at Damian, now recognizing the deep, dark tone he’d used on you last night… He’d been imitating his dad? You wanted to laugh, but the situation was far too tense for it. Instead, you resigned to staring at your feet.

Damian, on the other hand, continued to scowl at his dad, “You’ve got it twisted, old man.” You held in your smile at his insult, figuring it wasn’t the time to be pissing Bruce off any more than he already seemed to be with his sons. You tugged Damian out of his aggressive stance to drag him up the steps to where you guessed his dad’s office might be. Eventually, Damian took charge and led you to where it sat at the end of a short hallway. At the door, he turned to you and offered you simple advice, “Don’t let him intimidate you.”

You wanted to laugh. “Easier said than done.”

“You’ll manage just fine. He enjoys your company, it seems,” he sighed as he pushed open the door and sat down in one of the two chairs that faced Bruce’s desk.

“Really?” You raised a dubious brow at him.

“He’s very protective over me and my, erm, well, with fornicating. The Wayne fortune and all.” He looked at you hesitantly, like he didn’t want you to misunderstand what he was saying because it wasn’t about your character at all. He completely trusted you. “He learned this all the hard way,” he added cryptically. You sat down in the other chair and instantly began to wring your hands in the hem of your PJ top. “Stop that,” Damian chided. You returned your hands to your side sheepishly. “I told you, don’t be nervous.”

Bruce arrived a few moments later, shutting the door lightly behind him. There was no need for any aggressive door slams, considering his presence alone held all the intimidation he'd ever need.

“You guys aren’t in any trouble,” he said lightly as he leaned against the front of his desk, facing the two of you, “but I do realize you’re both at a confusing developmental age where you might want to start trying things.” Okay, this was so not happening… There was no way you were getting the birds and bees from Bruce Wayne of all people. “I just want to have an open dialogue,” he trailed off, clearing his throat.

You could tell he was trying his best not to make it awkward, but holy fuck was it awkward.

“I’m pretty sure we're both well versed on the sex talk, father,” Damian crossed his arms and looked out the window before he could go any further.

You were grateful for the interruption seeing as, even though your only information had come from school, you felt knowledgeable enough about the topic.

You nodded, but your eyes remained glued to the clock on the wall directly behind his hulking form.

“Are you both sexually active?” You and Damian both laughed at the same time. “Alright then. Listen, I know how it can be.” He looked from you to his son with gentle eyes. “My best friend when I was your age was a girl named Rachel. I remember what it feels like to be young and in a situation like this. I just want to make sure we were on the same page,” he confided, looking off briefly as if reminiscing before focusing his attention back on the two of you. “So, will you be staying over again tonight?”

You thought about your empty apartment absentmindedly and nodded. “If that’s alright, that is!” you were quick to add, seeing as you didn’t want to intrude or overstay your welcome.

“Of course. As I said, you’re welcome over any time. Just be safe,” he warned before becoming distracted by his watch. “I’ll be headed out soon with Tim and Alfred on our trip, but Dick should be around to hold things down while I’m away.”

It was a thinly veiled warning not to do anything stupid and you understood completely.

“We will be respectful of your wishes, Father,” you hummed in agreement with your friend.

Bruce walked forward and placed a gentle hand on Damian’s shoulder. “I know you will,” he looked over at you, causing you to flush under his attention, “and I know you will, too.”

God, this shit was so fucking awkward. You thought, no, knew that this was probably the first and only time you were glad not to have parents to discuss this shit with.

“For sure,” you assuaged his worries.

“Good. You can shut my door on the way out.” Damian got up and you went to follow, but Bruce stopped you before you could leave. “Just be careful.” His dark blue eyes looked to Damian at that point, leaving you to wonder what exactly had happened between Bruce and Rachel. “Both of you.”

“Father,” Damian said in acknowledgment.

As soon as you were out of his father’s office, he ushered you in the direction of the game room and loaded up GTA V. All the while, you had Bruce’s last words replaying eerily in your head.

“What do you want, Todd?” Damian’s voice drew you from your thoughts.

You looked up and over to the doorway to see Jason draped against it in a way that accentuated every muscle on his body without even trying.

“Bruce told me to come apologize.”

“Okay,” Damian paused your game to give Jason his undivided attention, “get on with it then.”

“Don’t make me regret doing this, fuckface,” Jason said, shaking his head.

Damian pinched his face together at the nickname. “Doing what, Todd? For fucks sake, just say something.”

You giggled. One stern look from Jason through the slits of his eyes causes you to cease under the intensity of his green glare.

“Whatever. Don’t be lame about it, but me and Roy-”

“Roy and I,” you and Damian corrected in unison.

“Yup, already regretting this. Never mind. Bye,” Jason spun around to leave, but you got up and grabbed his pale arm before he could.

“Please tell us?”

He looked down into your sincere eyes and sighed like he regretted ever stepping foot in the room.

It was weird how he could go from sitting with you at lunch and skipping with you and helping you through the whole... incident to being embarrassed to be seen with you. And by weird, you meant hurtful.

You didn’t have time to mull it over before he divulged your curiosity.

“Fine.” Jason flicked your hand off of him with ease. “There’s a party here tonight, so stay out of the way or come. I really don’t care as long as neither of you snitch,” he finished his invitation by shooting you a pointed look.

“I didn’t even snitch!” you exclaimed to no avail. He merely rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you in the slightest.

He gave you both a stern look as he pointed to both of you and backed out of the room. “Keep it quiet and don’t make me regret inviting you lame freshmen.”

You ignored his jab, thinking back to how lucky you were to have randomly packed a dress in your haste. You lamented, however, when you came to the realization that you’d only packed a single pair of PJs. You’d have to get a shirt or something from one of these Wayne’s, but definitely not from Damian’s twig-ass.

•

It was your and Damian’s first high school party, so you guys got ready together. Downstairs, you could hear the commotion from Roy and Jason obnoxiously setting shit up for the party. It seriously sounded like they had a gang of thirty-some people breaking in or something, though you hardly doubted anyone could get past the extensive security system Wayne Manor had.

“This one,” he held up a green plaid shirt, “or this one?” He switched hangers to show off a white dress shirt and an argyle sweater vest.

“Damian, you’re 14 not 40.” You stopped doing your makeup to go over and look through his closet. “Don’t you have a plain v-neck or something? Seriously it’s like a closet for a miniature businessman.”

“You don’t have to insult my height, or lack thereof, every time,” he scowled your name.

You peered back at him mirthfully. “If your increase in voice crack frequency is anything like lightning and thunder, I’m pretty sure you won’t have to worry about your shortness for too long.” You go back to looking through his excessive sweater vest collection. “Plus, your dad’s pretty tall, so you at least have that going for you, too. He is your dad- right?”

“Whatever. And yes, biologically.”

Damian seemed hesitant to say more, but you were used to it after how Jason acted around the subject, too. Damian seemed a lot prouder of being a Wayne than Jason ever did though, that was for sure.

“Here!” You threw him a black faux-turtle neck shirt and a pair of jeans to ease the awkwardness. “Do you have any tennis shoes?”

“You mean sneakers?” he snorted.

"Same shit. Do you have them or not?” At this, he left the room for a bit and you took the chance to slip into your forest green long sleeve mock-neck dress with a sweetheart cutout on the chest, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage.

“I have red and oh-” Damian stopped in his tracks at the sight of you in your outfit before clearing his throat like he hadn’t completely just malfunctioned at the sight of you. “Red or blue.”

You shrugged, thinking either would look good. “You choose.”

“Fine then,” he said before going about putting the red ones on whilst perched on the end of his bed.

You rolled your eyes, thinking back to his go-to color choice for painting. “Typical,” you said as you finished your makeup just as the party was getting started. “You think we should wait an hour and then go down?��

“Why would we be late for a party that’s being thrown right here?”

“Ever heard of fashionably late, Damian?”

“It’s what father says every time he’s running behind schedule.”

“No, that’s a pathetic excuse for tardiness,” you clasped at his shoulders, “this is a statement. A cool statement.”

Damian stared at you with boredom. “I don’t see the difference.”

“Because you’re not cool yet, it’s okay,” you said condescendingly as you patted his shoulder. “Listen, we’ll wait thirty minutes and go down.”

“15.”

“20.”

“Deal.” He shook your hand with stormy, unreadable eyes. You could’ve sworn he was pissed off, but you could never be too sure with Damian. “In the meantime, what do you suggest we do?” His tone was somewhat teasing, leaving you to believe that, perhaps, you’d read his ‘annoyance’ completely wrong.

“We could always pregame?”

“Yes, gaming would be good.”

You snickered when he led you to the game room. You stayed and played Lego Batman until two seniors burst in whilst attacking each other with their tongues while you guys were five rounds in.

“This is our cue to head down.”

Damian nodded as he hid his favorite controller. “Jason’s a dumbass if he thinks these plebs aren’t going to steal.”

“I didn’t even think about that.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?” You giggled at Damian’s sass and pushed at him as he sidled up beside you.

Together, you walked down the main staircase and witnessed the wreckage below for the first time. Sweaty, already drunk bodies twisted together in a mangled mass around every square inch of the place. Smoke, whether from cigarettes or what, you didn’t know, covered the air in a blanket of fog over the foyer where the main action was happening.

There was even a DJ. Well, DJ was a bit of an exaggeration, considering it was just some kid with a laptop and Spotify Premium next to a makeshift dance floor.

You were quickly enveloped in the madness as soon as you reached the ground, only finding relief at the familiar reddish bob of Roy’s head. He caught sight of you, then Damian’s signature scowl and waved you over, only to be left speechless by your revealing dress (X).

“Eyes up, creep,” Jason joked to a completely distracted Roy.

“Yeah, yeah," Roy said, waving him off.

"Anyway,” Jason said, addressing you and Damian again, “get some beer, don’t make fools of yourselves and,” Jason leaned in close enough for you to smell that he’d way overdone it on the cologne, “try to stay out of the way. Got it? Awesome.” Jason half-heartedly saluted you and Damian before stalking off to where Roy was busy hitting on a group of senior girls.

You bristled, turning to Damian, who also looked just as put off.

“It’s not too late to just play video games, you know,” you offered.

He glared at you for even thinking to say so, especially after the disgusting sight you both bared witness to in the game room. You definitely didn’t want to walk in on anyone or, worse, sit where anyone had been… well.

“This is our first party and we will stay. We’re already late enough as it is.”

“20 minutes isn’t even that bad! Plus, look,” you pointed to the doorway where the rest of the seniors were just now filing in, “the cool, older kids are just getting here now too.”

“Alright,” he looked at them, nodding. “I suppose we’ve done well for ourselves, then.”

“I told you I wouldn’t lead us wrong.”

It was getting harder and harder to hear each other of the roar of the crowd and the obnoxious bass system Roy had hacked into in order to play his Spotify setlist for the night. Not to mention how crowded and hot the room was already getting.

“Are parties supposed to be this hot and claustrophobic?”

You shrugged, grabbing his hand to lead him over to where the beer was being handed out by two guys you’d never seen.

“ID’s?”

“ID’s?” Damian mocked them, hands landing squarely on the fold-up table with enough force to make it cave in a bit. “This is my fucking house. Now, hand over the refreshments or face my wrath.”

They cackled at Damian’s vengeful eyes but did end up handing you each two cans of some piss-tasting beer.

“Okay, beer acquired,” you laughed lightly as Damian nearly spit out his first sip.

“Holy shit, this is fucking terrible.” However, he downed the first can in seconds and didn’t hesitate to chuck it at the back of Elliot’s blonde head. The can landed with a loud thump that you could hear from over the blasting bass, causing you to cover your mouth in disbelief.

“HEY!”

You and Damian quickly ducked behind the ping pong table and snickered.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, but I think I love it,” you said, playfully pushing his shoulder.

Once the coast was clear of Elliot, he helped you to stand.

“Glad to hear it,” he cheers’ed you again and downed the second one.

“You might wanna slow down there, buddy.” Two beers in less than ten minutes? Not a good start for the rules Jason had just laid out.

“Please, I’ve been drinking since I was six,” he waved off your concern easily as he finished the remains of his can.

You thought back to how strict Bruce seemed and doubted the validity of his statement. The last thing you wanted to do was upset the man who’d given you shelter and food when all he’d asked for in return was respect.

“Sure.” You, on the other hand, sipped carefully at your own as you watched him go back and get more.

The majority of the night was spent with you and Damian chatting about random shit once it was settled that Damian refused to dance and you refused to dance alone.

True to their word, Jason and Roy really had ditched you to be with Damian all night. You couldn’t deny it made your heart hurt at what you interpreted as rejection. You weren’t cool enough to hang out with them in front of others, or maybe they didn’t want people to know they actually hung out with you in the first place. Was that acid reflux or your heart exploding into your throat? No, it was definitely acid reflux from the shitty ass beer.

Tipsy Damian truly was the only thing getting you through the night.

“You wanna play beer ping pong?” he said randomly to you, motioning to the table you’d been ducking under two hours earlier.

“Beer pong?” you gently corrected him. “Sure.”

You got up and walked over to where a game was ending between two groups of senior guys. Meanwhile, the trashed senior girls mainly stood around the table to watch and cheer.

When you approached you heard the whispers and snickers start, but you were buzzed enough to able to ignore most of it. You were three beers deep and they weren’t going to ruin your good time, especially when Damian was loosening up as much as he was. It was as if he was finally acting his age for once and you were having a blast.

“Who wants some of this?” Damian shouted at the snickering group of seniors, but eventually, two of them agreed.

“This is gonna be funny,” he snickered and nudged his friends as they gathered around the table to watch.

“We’ll see about that,” Damian egged them on. “My drunk aim is better than your sober one any day, fool.”

“This kid’s weird. Mad respect,” he snorted and missed his first shot. You were up and dunked it on your first and second try. “Damnnn,” the senior drank both cups and winced, “I’m gonna feel that later for sure.”

His friend went next and sunk both shots, leaving Damian to drink two more that he probably shouldn’t have. Regardless, your friend was still able to make his next two shots, so he couldn’t be that drunk yet… right?

At this point, people at the party had begun to crowd around and place bets.

“GUYS! CLASH OF THE CLASSES!” someone to your right screamed causing a loud cheer to ripple throughout the room. More and more people joined around the small table and you were definitely feeling the pressure.

Damian, on the other hand? He was loving it.

He nudged you in your side lightly. “Told you we would’ve had a blast together at last year's party.”

You could see it in his eyes he was definitely feeling it and laughed with ease, “Anything we do together is fun, Damian.”

He blushed. “Of course.”

“Six left for freshman, eight left for seniors!” someone called out the score for the room.

You were met with loud boo’s that Damian ate up. He was way too into it, but it made it all the more fun for your now slightly tipsy self.

It was at this point that you saw Roy and Jason break away from their small group. You watched as they tore through to the front of the crowd that surrounded you and Damian with anxious looks adorning their faces.

Jason came right up behind you with an audible huff.

“I thought I told you guys to lay low,” he hissed mainly at you since Damian clearly wasn't the soberest out of the two of you.

You didn’t know what to say, electing to give him an apologetic, somewhat awkward smile as you dunked your other two balls without ever looking away from him.

“YOO, NO WAY!” the opposing senior lamented, causing everyone to lose their shit in a ferocious roar that left you to cover your ears.

Man, could drunk kids cheer.

Damian was swept into the chaotic energy of the boisterous room and lifted you up into a spin before forcing you into an aggressive chest bump. You rubbed tenderly at the point of impact after he finally released you, nearly doubling over in laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. What made the whole thing better was Jason’s constipated face behind Damian’s beet red shit-eating grin.

Damian, true to his earlier word about not being drunk, landed both shots even in his not-so-sober state. He yelled out your last name with an excitement that had Jason rubbing at his temples.

Roy came up from behind Jason to see what all the ruckus was and chuckled, “Oh, this is good.” Roy soon joined in on the cheers and you blushed at his and Jason’s attention that was now fully on you.

The seniors missed theirs and someone yelled out the updated score.

Two more rounds like you’d been performing and this shit would be over with you only having to drink one.

“We play next!” Roy jostled a deadpan Jason, who looked like he would rather shoot himself in the foot.

You finished up your first game after only having to drink two more cups, but you guys had ultimately won. Jason reluctantly let Roy drag him into a game as the crowd was still hyper from the last match. He looked from a stoned Roy next to him, then across the table to you and a highly energetic drunk Damian, who was acting more like a kid on a sugar high. Jason was completely over the situation and completely over his dumb friends, you could tell amusedly. Good. It was about time he acknowledged your presence.

Roy took the first shot and it bounced straight into your cleavage.

“Sorry. Guess I have a habit of aiming where I’m looking at, princess,” he said with a wink and a tipsy smirk thrown your way.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you hoped it didn’t show.

You retrieved the ball from its precarious position with an abashed expression, shooting him a glare while motioning for him to hurry it up. After all, you didn’t want to be stuck playing ping pong for another 20 minutes. If you could even last another ten, you’d be content. At the rate you’d been drinking over such a short period of time, you were definitely starting to feel the effects of the piss-tasting beer you’d had the displeasure of drinking all night.

It was a fairly close game, proving it hadn’t been sheer drunk luck that you and Damian ended up being beer pong fiends, but, being as close as it was, your shots were getting sloppier and sloppier. When it came down to your turn, you looked across the table at the last cup and sighed as the one cup spun into two, three- ugh.

You winced, throwing your first ball at the third, most focused cup in your spinning vision, but you’d chosen wrong and ultimately threw it at Jason’s crotch instead. Hey, maybe you had the same problem Roy had. The redhead seemed to think so, too, as he nudged Jason with a resounding snicker that you could hear even over the crowd.

You were surprised the game had been able to hold everyone’s attention for as long as it had, considering everyone was still gathered shoulder to shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the action.

“Trick shot for the last one,” the dude you’d just played warned you as you set up your last shoo-in shot.

Jason came to your defense with a quick ease that shut down any further arguments, “That’s not a real rule.”

You could tell that they hadn't wanted either of you drinking anymore just to win, even though you'd assured them you were fine. Aside from the slight buzz and heat that has settled across your skin, you could still see and think somewhat straight.

Without a second thought, you turned around and threw your last ball over your shoulder, figuring it was probably better that you couldn’t see. It sank with a resounding ‘plop’ into Jason’s cup mere seconds later.

“Fuck my life,” Jason said, rubbing his hands pathetically down his face.

Not only had he lost the match in front of the entire his entire grade, but you and Damian were breaking the only other rule he’d given you: don’t make fools of yourselves.

Your celebration dance with Damian seemed straight out of The Parent Trap and Jason begged for Roy’s help in hiding you two for the rest of the night.

Luckily, he told Jason to knock it off and that you guys were just having fun. “How many times have you seen them let loose?”

“Yeah, Jason.” You stuck out your tongue, becoming surprised when Damian grabbed it with a loud snort. “Hey!”

“Now we’re even,” he laughed as he said your last name. He looked unsteady with a blaring red ringing his face. “We should sit.” That was Damian code for he wanted to sit.

Another group of teens had already taken over playing, so you guys wandered back towards the makeshift bar, where there were a few seats scattered around the bustling dance floor. Damian uneasily plopped down into one of the fold-up chairs while Jason sat down with more grace and draped his arm around the back of Damian’s.

Roy crossed his arms. “You guys are lame. It’s barely even one in the morning.”

“Pathetic,” you drunkenly added, causing an odd rush to ripple across your brain. You shook the odd feeling and glanced enviously at the groups of people dancing. It was then you realized that, yes, you’d been to your first party, but you hadn’t even gotten to dance because of Damian’s blatant refusal.

Roy, catching your line of sight, took the opportunity to steer you away from Jason and out onto the dance floor without saying a word. Somewhere behind you, Damian protested even as drunk as he was, but you ignored him and quickly fell into a drunken rhythm with Roy in the sea of sweaty, hormonal bodies.

You were glad for the confidence boost the beer had given you because, normally, you’d be running for the hills. The contact was intoxicating, even maybe more so than the alcohol currently thrumming across your warm skin.

Roy quickly took the lead, twirling you around while holding your back against his front as he trapped you with your intertwined hands. You released your hold on his grip to drag them lazily up your chest and under your chin, where he lightly nudged at the side of your face with his own

His breath was directly against your ear, causing you to stumble slightly into him. He ate this up with a ferocious intensity you weren’t used to being directed your way.

He brought his hands to your hips, where they gripped down as if to avoid the temptation of wandering elsewhere.

To reward him, you ground back into him but quickly doubted yourself. You found yourself faltering, even after you’d felt his sharp exhale against the gentle skin of your ear. You shifted your head slightly, bumping your nose against his own, which continued to hover above the side of your face.

“Just like the motorcycle!” you exclaimed. At this, you turned around to face him before he could react, nearly brushing your lips against his own in the process. You couldn't help but giggle at the missed contact.

You took your close proximity and prime position of your chest against his own as an opportunity to throw your arms around his neck and draw him closer. You felt the music coursing through you as you swayed your hips against his front as you slowly sank down his body with your hands unlatching from behind his neck to trail down his front lightly as you went.

He laughed and pulled you up before your mouth could get any closer to his crotch before bringing you upright again to spin you into a twirl. He then dipped you down, where he held you for a moment.

“Yeah,” he drawled deeply, “just like it.” His voice was raspy, like he’d been smoking. Based on the underlying scent that lingered beneath his suffocating cologne and his glowing verdancy against the reds of his eyes, it seemed like he very may well have been.

You squealed, clasping your hands together in sheer delight at the action while still in the dip. No one had ever danced with you, let alone dipped you like this. It left you in a whirlwind of butterflies and pure, confused arousal.

Roy brought you back up and pointed over to the corner with a smirk and spun you around so you could see Jason and Damian sitting hunched over with matching scowls. You waved, still within his grasp, leaving them to quickly sit up and correct themselves nonchalantly.

“Since neither of ‘em dance, should we should give ‘em a show, darlin’?” he joked in a horrible southern drawl.

You tipped a fake cowboy hat at him. “Sure thing, pardner.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re funny,” he said your name as he placed his hands on your waist. He pulled you onto his knee, which was slightly bent to accommodate your height difference. “Ever seen Dirty Dancing?”

You gasped drunkenly, “Of course, it’s iconic.” His eyes held a devilish glint you couldn't place. “Why?”

“Come on, be my baby tonight. I already got you out of the corner and everything, princess.”

You stiffened in his grasp, stumbling to find an intelligent response, but he was already there, guiding your upper body to spur movement. You gave in willingly, still trapped in the hypnotizing gaze of his half-opened emerald eyes.

“Roy,” is all you managed to gasp as you brought your arms back around his neck to begin grinding into his movements.

You then proceeded to replicate as much as you could remember about the scene from the movie in your drunken state. Halfway through the song, you felt your dress riding up with each grind into his muscular thighs. You’d attempted to unwrap one arm from around him to pull it down before your bare ass could be exposed to the entire party, but Roy was already way ahead of you.

“I got you, princess,” he yelled over the thumping bass.

You inadvertently arched against his chest as he moved a hand tantalizingly slow down the side of your thigh. His sweaty, freckled hands pulled down at the offending fabric before sliding them back up just as slowly to rest again at your waist.

Your head was already spinning, but Roy's presence alone was making you dizzy.

“Thanks,” you responded breathlessly.

He pulled you back to him to wrap your arms back around his neck as he leaned your torso backward with his to do a sultry half dip. Meanwhile, your thighs remained interwoven with his own thick ones. It was just like the movie.

You snorted suddenly, finally reaching your limit and pushed him away just as the friction from his thigh was getting to be too good. You were feeling way too drunk and way too entranced by Roy’s body heat to be this close to him right now, especially when you were already confused by your feelings for, well, everyone around you, essentially.

“Alright, I think I’m all danced out. I’m gonna go join the grumps.”

Surprisingly, Roy smacked at your arm and motioned for you to lead the way.

You shot him a confused glance considering he’d ditched you earlier to hang with the senior girls, but in your drunken state, all you could focus on was the electricity that still remained where he’d been touching you.

He ended up leading you over to where Jason and Damian were talking about a book you couldn’t focus on over the pounding of the bass, or, wait- was that your head? Ugh.

You brought a palm up to your head to stop the head rush, but it was pointless. Your brain felt like it was on a rollercoaster.

Jason called your name, “You should sit down.”

You nodded.

Sitting.

That sounded good.

Yes.

All the seats were taken, so without a second thought, you dropped clumsily into Jason’s lap. You only stopped to second guess yourself when you felt him stiffen underneath your touch.

Fuck it, you were too drunk to care.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nestled into it no matter how much he protested. His cologne, mixed with his sweat from the night, quickly became your favorite scent. Definitely a step up from the overbearing shit from earlier.

“Mmm,” you mumbled into his slightly damp skin.

Damian seemed slightly more sober, while you seemed slightly more intoxicated than before you went dancing. You didn't see it, but Damian eyed you with an unreadable, hazy gaze.

“Careful, now, Jay,” Roy gestured to Jason’s beet-red face, “she’s my dancing partner.”

You lazily smiled at his wink before burying your head in the crook of Jason’s neck again.

Jason and Roy stuck around you and Damian a bit longer and thought you’d both been handling your alcohol well enough to leave the two of you on your own while, so they went to get refills. They came back to see you being lifted onto the ping pong table by the crowd to dance and quickly sprang into action. They glared at a sleeping Damian and were on you in an instant, pulling you down without hesitation before you could embarrass yourself.

Roy was quick to pull down your dress, which had ridden up again, at the same time Jason lifted you off the table. Once you were on the ground again, you used him as your primary support as you stumbled to regain your balance.

“But wait!” you tried to plead with them as you stumbled and slurred in their grasp.

“Release my ping pong beer partner!” Damian, now awake, stumbled after the three of you toward the blocked-off service stairs in the kitchen.

“Close,” you snorted into Roy’s shoulder at Damian’s inability to grasp the name beer pong, “so close.”

“What’s going on here?”

Hey, you knew that sexy voice…

“Speedo!” you greeted the raven-haired man with a drunken grin, attempting to shake his hand. “You’re dressed this time.” Your head snapped up and down erratically as you took in his tight-fitting police academy uniform. “Still good, though. You look-”

Roy swiftly covered your mouth with his hand while Jason attempted to cover you and Damian from his line of sight.

You hiccupped lightly, which Roy attempted to cough in order to cover the offending noise.

“She’s just messing around,” he reassured a skeptical Dick. “Right?” Jason said your name and turned around to give you a ‘don’t blow this’ type of look that, in your drunken state, you took to mean continue rambling about how hot his older brother was.

“Dick,” you giggled and quickly forgot what you’d been about to say due to the obvious, funny nature of his name. “We’re just cool over here, just chillin’,” you leaned further onto Roy’s shoulder as your legs began to wobble due to the lack of Jason’s support on your other side, “keeping it a scorching 100 over here, playaaa.” You shot a bemused Dick the ‘okay’ symbol with your hand and attempted to close your eyes as Damian had moments earlier.

“Alright,” Dick said, sounding extremely entertained.

That was good. Right?

“Guys, he believes us,” you tried to whisper, keyword tried, thinking you had it made, but Jason’s quick glare that met your own when your eyes finally reopened seemed to say otherwise.

“Do we need to pay the toll, or can the troll fuckin’,” Damian belched loudly, “moooove.”

“I know Bruce sent you, but please don’t tell him about this.”

You peaked over at Jason to see him busy reasoning with Dick while you were more preoccupied with nuzzling your nose into Roy’s sticky neck. You were feeling very cuddly tonight for some reason.

“Princess, chill out with that,” he muttered quietly to you and you nodded up and down against the skin of his neck. “Can you keep it chill?” he asked under his breath, looking directly into your slitted eyes from the corner of his own.

“For sure.” You nodded seriously before turning to Dick to correct your previous statement. “Hey, Dick. Quick update.”

“No, no, no.” Jason attempted to shush you, but Dick mirthfully motioned for you to continue.

“I’m listening.”

“Just wanted to let you know that now we’re actually keeping it a chill 100 over here,” you snorted and completely lost balance, “playaaa!”

Jason rushed to your side before you could fall in order to relieve Roy of some of your dead weight.

“Dick, seriously. I’ll pay you.” Jason had resorted to bartering with the older man, who appeared extremely amused.

He dismissed his younger brother, “As long as no one gets hurt, we’re all good here.”

“Seriously?” Jason and Roy said in unison.

“I just happened to look at the cameras, but I don’t think Bruce has yet, so it should be all good on that front.” Dick looked to Damian, who was attempting to fight both Jason and Dick off at the same time, then over to you, who was slowly falling asleep in Jason and Roy’s arms. “Kids gotta have fun at some point. Besides, I have a date to get back to, but you really should shut this down before Bruce decides to check in for himself,” he said, finally moving to allow you guys to pass up the stairs.

“Think you could help me out with that, Officer Grayson?” Jason asked as he looked back to the raging party that showed no signs of slowing any time soon.

Dick grinned wickedly, tipping his police cap. “With pleasure.”

•

You woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a rude awakening that splattered all over Damian’s toilet.

“Ughhhh.”

Damian sighed from behind you, coming over to hold your hair throughout the ordeal. He only slightly made fun of you for missing the bowl but, for the most part, ended up comforting you. He rubbed at your back as you dry heaved and only left to get you some water and a new toothbrush.

“What happened to my one from earlier?” you asked as he handed you the new one.

“You said my bathtub was dirty and started cleaning it with it.” His eyes were too jocular for it being five in the morning.

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Ew,” you said, still grossed out.

“Yeah.”

You both laughed before noticing that you were still in your party dress. Without thinking, you took it off under the false pretense that you had shorts and a bra on underneath, but quickly and all too late, remembered you’d foregone them.

Damian’s eyes widened and you were quick to cover yourself up, not that it stopped the er, rising problem Damian had acquired at the sight. Bruce’s words from a few days ago forcibly sprang to mind as your heart confusedly raced at the thought of what lay beneath. ‘Be careful.’

Damian, without another word, turned around to give you some privacy.

“Sorry, I forgot,” you said, feeling completely embarrassed as you searched around single-handedly for your sleep shirt but remembered all you had were the ones from the previous night. “Do you have something I could wear?”

He looked over at you. “No.”

You'd already realized earlier that nothing he had would fit your frame and sighed.

“Look away.”

He obliged again easily as you looked around for a loose blanket or clothes but ultimately found nothing.

“This never happened,” he whispered your first name, catching you off guard as you searched for clothes.

“Okay,” you said into the darkness, not knowing what else to say.

Your face felt warm when Damian patted the spot next to him on his bed and you obliged, curling into his chest where you felt the remnants of his arousal. You controlled yourself in your still slightly buzzed state and instead focused on steadying your breathing.

Titus whimpered lightly from where his heavy form had been forced to the edge of the bed, but eventually, he was able to find a comfortable position.

Your pounding head and arousal eventually quelled and you were able to finally drift off, though the heat remained on your cheeks longer after you both fell back asleep.

•

You awoke again with a start as Damian’s door was thrown open by Jason, who looked like an absolute zombie. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet because he avoided the air mattress that was deceivingly fluffed up by the bedding. At first glance, the pillows hidden beneath the blankets appeared to be your sleeping form.

Titus barked, jumping up from the bed to run past Jason. The Great Dane disappeared down the hallway in a rush, most likely in search of breakfast.

“Wake up, you annoying little fuck.” Jason smacked a hard fist down on Damian’s side that was curled around you. “We got busted.”

“Todd!” Damian growled with enough venom to have you hastily escaping from his arms.

"Woah," Jason’s eyes blew open at the sight of you naked in Damian’s bed and backed away instantly, “you guys know I was just joking about the fucking part yesterday.”

Damian wore a satisfied smirk that you quickly smacked at with a pillow.

“Nothing happened. Now, both of you look away.” You clutched desperately at your chest, realizing you had just exposed it to both Jason and Damian.

You rubbed at your pounding temple as you remembered the fact that you had no clean clothes with you and none of Damian’s would fit. So, did that leave you to wear this blanket around until you got home? God, you hoped not.

Damian sensed your problem with ease. “Todd. Fetch her some clothes.”

“Why the fuck do I have to do it?” But he started looking around on the floor anyway, like the gentleman he was.

“No, I meant your clothes, you annoying fat fuck,” Damian gave a devilish grin as he spat Jason’s earlier insult back at him. “Nothing I have will fit.”

He looked at you and shrugged, coming back with red cotton gym shorts and a soft, white short sleeve v-neck before leaving without a word. Damian quickly followed after him, giving you the chance to change.

It’s only after you looked in Damian’s mirror that you noticed the shirt was somewhat see-through due to its lightweight nature and color. Better than something dirty, though, you thought with a shrug and scoured around the floor for your things to pack back up into your bag.

Once you’d collected everything, you scurried downstairs to where Jason and Damian were already at each other’s throats.

“Woah, what happened? I only took two minutes.”

You went to break them apart, but Bruce beat you to it. You startled away from the older man to let him handle the brawling brothers.

To your surprise and amusement, you noticed Roy still lingering about, though he was too busy groaning and hiding from the light to acknowledge you or the tense situation.

“BOYS!” Bruce’s demanding voice echoed throughout the manor with a reverberating force.

Roy winced and smacked his hands over his ears, no doubt still feeling the lingering effects of last night as much as you were.

Boys? Well, that didn’t include you!

You attempted to sneak forward toward the front door with your bag in tow before anyone could notice, but you were quickly spotted and reprimanded.

“You. Stay.”

You winced, shamefully retreating back to where the boys were lined up, including Roy, with your tail between your legs. After the conversation you'd had in his office, you knew you’d betrayed his trust.

“Why does she need to be here for this?” Jason complained. “The whole thing was my idea anyway. This is between you and me, Bruce.”

He glanced down at your outfit with a barely quirked brow. “She’s here because she’s family. As much as Roy and Stephanie are, at least.”

Family?

Bruce Wayne was calling you family?

You'd never even heard your parents say the word.

You gleamed inwardly at the acceptance, but it was soured by the fact that you’d already gone and let him down. The first chance you got at an actual family and you’d fucked it up.

Maybe that’s why your parents never hung around.

Whether it was the remnants of the alcohol, the weight of the past few days, or even just the disappointed look in Bruce’s eye, you couldn’t help the sniffles that trickled from you. They started off slow, then erupted all at once. Heavy tears soon poured from your eyes, cascading down your quivering lips before splattering against the ruined carpet below.

You’d never been reprimanded before, only ever having been ignored. This being so, you had no idea what to say other than ‘sorry’ over and over again until Bruce finally put a hand on your shoulder just as he had previously. It was meant to comfort, but you still shrunk away from his touch.

"It's okay." Bruce sensed your hesitancy and withdrew his hand immediately. “Hey, it’s not that serious,” he said, switching up his tone to be more jovial. Do you know how many parties I threw here back in the day?” You shook your head ‘no,’ and he sighed, seeming to think back on all the trouble he’d got into, “Well, it was a lot.”

Your tear-stained eyes met his sincere blue ones.

“Okay,” you pouted, wiping at your cheeks.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit at your lackluster response, "Alright." Bruce’s eyebrows creased together as he pondered a fitting punishment. “Just get this cleaned up. Alfred's on vacation for the next two days,” he finished his statement with a pointed look at the four of you before walking off, leaving you all to the piles of empty cups and trash.

Jason was on you in an instant.

“Fucking crybaby,” Jason teased you. You quickly wiped at the remaining tears on your face with vigor as if it would somehow hide what they’d already bore witness to.

“Please,” Damian was quick to come to your defense. “You’re lucky she spouted so many tears. Father went easy on us,” he pointed out what you’d all been thinking.

Jason instantly quieted without further insults, realizing it was true. He gave you one last unreadable look before silently going back to picking up the copious amounts of red solo cups that littered the floor.

Roy sidled up behind you, tapping you on the opposite shoulder of where he was and flicked your nose when you finally turned the other way.

“I think I know whose clothes those are. And I can see why he gave them to you,” you attempted to whack your broom at the redhead in retaliation, but he just laughed and slid out of the way. “You dancin’ with Jay over there now?” He wiggled his fiery brows as he easily dodged another one of your broom attacks.

Even Damian couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of your chest, which was tenting salaciously against the thin fabric.

“Whatever. My head hurts too much to deal with your shit right now, Roy.”

He left you alone with a knowing smile that you ignored in favor of starting to clean.

You knew this break from reality would have to come crashing back down on you sooner rather than later. You also knew that this meant that you’d eventually have to face your sketchy apartment. All this being said, you knew you'd be able to take anything on with your newfound system of support.

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