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scxrlettwxtches · 3 years ago

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a life with you | hwang hyunjin

genre: assassin au, epilogue(?), inspired by @chaninfused “row, row, row your boat” universe

description: when you have doubts about your future with hyunjin, the assassin is more than happy to reassure you that all he wanted was to be with you.

word count: 2.8k+

a/n: i am officially a month late and terribly sorry, furat dear. TT happy (very belated) birthday to you! thank you so much for screaming with me about hyunjin, rrryb, and everything else in between. most of all, thank you for being such a dear friend. <3 i really hope you enjoy!

For the first time since Hyunjin became your friend, your confidante, and then your darling, doubts about your relationship began to fester into gnarly thorns, sitting in the deep recesses of your heart.

It didn't have anything to do with your love for Hyunjin. On the contrary, your love for the man was stronger than ever, built upon a bond of trust and deep care for one another. Hyunjin had stood by your side through the highs and the lows, just as you had watched him discover what it means to love someone, watched him discover that he himself was capable of being loved.

No, your doubt stemmed from an instinctual fear that the two of you were simply not compatible because you would never be able to assimilate into the lifestyle he grew up in.

You thought you could do it, at first. After all, what's so hard about being well off? What's so hard about being able to splurge a little extra money on your clothes, your food, your overall lifestyle?

You quickly learned that noble life wasn't quite as simple as that.

For one thing, it was overwhelming to the highest degree. Ever since you agreed to attend the banquet with Hyunjin as his significant other, you'd been thrust into an endless cycle of dress fittings, shoe fittings, and practically any other type of fitting that exists. The party itself was also an overstimulation of all your senses; there was so much to see, so much to comprehend and hear and say that it all just got a bit too much for poor you.

So that was why you were here alone, standing on an empty balcony to find some fresh air, some quiet, and some peace. The wind felt nice against your skin in comparison to the stuffy rooms and banquet halls, and you couldn't help but wonder guiltily if you could head home by yourself. You didn't want to bother Hyunjin, of course, who was born noble and was probably enjoying himself.

“Oh, thank goodness, I've finally found you!”

As if the stars had heard you, Hyunjin stepped out into the balcony, his expression wrought with relief as he made his way towards you, taking your hands in his.

As you gazed upon him, those long lashes, those soft lips, and above all, those gentle eyes that held nothing but love, affection, and concern as he studied your face, you found yourself once again falling deeper in love with him, as if that was even possible.

“Why did you abandon me in there?” The assassin almost whined, and you fought back a smile as you rubbed your thumbs against the back of his hands.

“I just needed some air, and you seemed preoccupied,” you explained, ducking your head slightly as Hyunjin shrugged off his long coat and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“But you didn't need to escape so quickly without telling me,” he argued like a petulant child when his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharpness that you hadn't seen in a while, “Unless...did something happen?”

Damn Hwang Hyunjin and his ridiculously fine-tuned awareness.

You shook your head, running your hand up and down his arm, “Nothing happened,” you smiled soothingly.

“But you look unhappy,” he insisted, cupping your cheek with his gentle hands, worry filling his dark brown irises, “My darling, please tell me what is wrong.”

Inside, Hyunjin was panicking. He knew you better than he knew himself, and he knew the look of uncertainty on your face when he saw it. Were you beginning to have second thoughts about him? Was being with him becoming more of a burden than a blessing to you? Was the constant little weight in his coat pocket something that he’ll have to throw away soon?

Logically, Hyunjin was almost sure that any of those possibilities weren't true. You loved him, and you loved him dearly. The two of you have been through thick and thin together, and he knew your love for him was as deep as the darkest oceans and as pure as the sunrise sky. But yet, the coil of doubt could not totally recede from his mind. After all, you were always so much more than he could ever dare ask for.

“Hyunjin,” you spoke softly, your smile so knowing that the assassin felt more at ease just at the sound of your voice, “Relax.”

“So something is wrong, my love?”

You sighed, cursing at Hyunjin’s endearingly insistent nature. Hyunjin was a fixer at heart. Whatever was bothering him, whatever was bothering the people he loved, he was proactive about finding a solution. He’d go to the ends of the earth to find one if need be, which was what he did for your precious daughter all that time ago.

But this, this wasn’t a problem that you were sure he could fix.

“I don’t know if this is going to work, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin had never experienced such physical heartache until this very moment. His eyes widened with alarm, a terror that he could hardly keep clamped down, but ever the gentleman, he waited for you to finish before interjecting.

“I know you were so eager to introduce me into this world, to give me luxury that I didn’t experience before, but truthfully, I don’t enjoy this lifestyle,” you confessed, gesturing to the ballroom where the party was still ongoing, where the lords and ladies chatted and drank the night away, “It’s stifling for me, Hyunjin. But this is your life, and I don’t want to take that away from you--”

You found your answer in the searing kiss that closed the gap between his lips and yours. Hyunjin’s kisses were passionate, palettes of red and orange that swept you off your feet time and time again, but they weren’t all consuming. His fire was warm, homely, loving, and you quickly found yourself wondering why you had any doubts in the first place.

“Is that what was worrying you?” He murmured, pulling away with bright eyes as he brushed the hair away from your face, “That I wouldn't want to leave this life for you?”

“Oh, I didn't doubt that you'd leave if that was what I truly wanted,” you assured him, your hands resting against his chest as he listened intently to every word you said, “And that worried me. I don't want to make you choose between me and your life here.”

Hyunjin shook his head, brushing your cheek with his gentle, yet calloused fingers, “You've got it all wrong, my darling,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours for a short moment before pulling away, “Come with me?”

Confused, excited and only slightly worried, you followed him wordlessly, placing your safety in his hands without question, as you've always done. Hyunjin led you back inside the estate, but not back towards the party that you were so obviously trying to avoid. Instead, he took you somewhere the music seemed to blend into the peaceful silence and where the mindless chatter faded into nothingness.

"Am I even allowed to be here?" You were pretty sure you had no need to whisper, but you still found yourself doing it.

“I'm allowed, so you're allowed by association,” Hyunjin said with a smile, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face as he laced your fingers together, tugging you down the hallway until he stopped at a particular room.

“Miss?” He bowed dramatically, making you giggle as he opened the door, pulling you in.

You looked around the space, a quaint little thing with a small office desk and a simple bed, but everything was clearly expensive and high quality. Even though most of the design and decor was quite minimal, there were little touches like the choice of wooden, the scent of the candle, the distinct stuffed animal that you remembered was once Nari’s. It all just screamed Hyunjin.

“Is this your room?” You asked with a soft laugh, brushing your fingers against the wooden surface of his drawer before picking up the small stuffed bear.

“Yes. I didn't need much space, and I'm not here often, so I just took one of the smaller guest rooms,” Hyunjin chuckled before turning and seeing you with the familiar stuffed animal in your hands. His expression morphed into one of nostalgic happiness at the memory of someone that meant the world to him and pain at the reminder of his own failure, “Oh, that was one of Nari's stuffies.”

“I remember,” you found yourself smiling sadly, lost in the memories as you squeezed the stuffed animal gently.

Hyunjin walked over, eyes distant as he gently placed his hand on it's head, “Wherever I used to watch over Nari while you ran errands, she always wanted me to play with this stuffed animal in particular,” he chuckled softly, “I always want to have a part of her in my life, so I held onto it. I hope that's alright with you.”

Your eyes watered as you gazed up at the man who you loved unconditionally. Such a gentle soul, a person who'd treasure all that were close to him, a man who had such a natural instinct to nurture and care for others.

“Of course, it's alright,” you smiled, placing the stuffed animal down, “I-it's more than alright. She always loved it when you came around to see her.”

Hyunjin chuckled, wiping the corner of your eye with a delicate swipe of his finger before gently guiding you to his desk, “Close your eyes, my darling.”

“Why?” You raised a suspicious eyebrow as your hip leaned against the desk and Hyunjin stood before you.

“Because!” His lips curled into a pout, “I have a surprise for you.”

“You better not have bought me another shawl, darling. I don't mind that the last one got a small tear in it,” you berated him preemptively, worried that Hyunjin had fallen back into his habit of overly indulging you for the sake of making you happy.

Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled, and you wondered briefly if he was the only person who seemed to enjoy being nagged at, “Just close your eyes, darling. Please?”

Oh, he wasn’t playing fair anymore, not as he flashed those irresistible puppy eyes, and you could do little more than let your eyes flutter shut. You felt his hands take yours, guiding you to open your hands with your palm facing upward. Giddy with anxiety, your confusion was palpable as you felt a featherlight weight fall into your hands.

“Alright, open.”

When you opened your eyes, you could barely hide your puzzled expression as you inspected the piece of paper that Hyunjin placed in your hands. Unfolding it, you scanned through the contents to get to the chase and then--

The paper fell to the ground as you let out an audible gasp, whipping your head up to glance at your lover. It was his sheepish, excited and slightly anxious expression that truly made it real to you.

“Was that a good gasp or a bad gasp?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s…” you swallowed, still trying to sort through the plethora of emotions that were clouding your mind, “it’s real.”

Hyunjin couldn’t fight his smile, realizing that he’d made you speechless for one of the first times in his life, “It is, darling.”

“B-but, it’s right in that secluded area outside of town, the place that I always--” you spun around to face Hyunjin, utterly dumbfounded, “How did you know?”

The assassin laughed, picking up the deed which you had rather unceremoniously dropped on the floor, “We were taking the carriage back to your bakery once, and I noticed the way you looked at the cottages in that area. Plus, you mentioned once that you’d want to live a simple and secluded life, and this location fit your description quite perfectly. It’s nothing really--”

Your lips pressed against his as you shut him up with a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and holding him close, “I love you,” you murmured without an ounce of hesitation as you pulled away from Hyunjin, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

Hyunjin looked dazed, utterly lovestruck as he gazed into your eyes, pulling you towards him as he sat on the edge of his desk, “Do you like it?” He asked softly, playing with your fingers and making you smile. Oh, Hyunjin, always so eager to please, so eager to do things right for you, to make your life easier. You wondered how you ever deserved such a lover.

“I do,” you smiled softly, looking down at your hands.

“It’s a small cottage, but it has enough space for us and...more...if that situation ever arises,” Hyunjin’s ears seemed to redden, and your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was so gently insinuating.

“I love it,” you whispered, watching as your fingers laced together.

Hyunjin’s eyes brightened, “You do?”

“I do,” you smiled at his eagerness, “Do you? Do you want this life? I won’t fault you at all if you do not--”

“Oh, my darling,” Hyunjin murmured, gazing into your eyes as you drowned in his loving gaze, his bottomless affections for you that gave you the butterflies even after so long, “When will you realize that I want nothing more than to live a quiet, simple life with you? When will you realize that some of my most treasured moments were with you and Nari in your cramped little bakery? All I've ever wanted was to find a nice, quaint little location that wasn't too far from the town, and for us to grow old there together…”

Your eyes welled with unshed tears as you brought his hand to your lips, kissing it gingerly, “That’s all I want, too,” you confessed, “I want to live quietly and happily with you, put our suffering behind us…”

Hyunjin was silent for a moment before he tugged you towards him, “If that’s what we both want,” he trailed off, red dusting his cheeks as he looked down, “would you like to get married?”

It wasn’t a sudden proposal. Hyunjin and you had vaguely mulled over the idea for months now, especially since it was becoming increasingly clearer that the two of you loved no one but each other. But to hear those direct words falling from his lips, with no lighthearted quips or jabs to deflect the sincerity of it, it utterly floored you.

The assassin took your silence for doubt, and he looked back up at you with shining eyes, “I know you had bad experiences with your past marriage. My line of work isn’t exactly stable either. But, Y/N, I’ll spend my life showing you that a future with me will be worth your while. Would you,” he swallowed nervously, “would you let me do just that, my darling?”

“Oh, darling,” you murmured, reaching forward and cupping his cheek with your hand. He leaned into it almost desperately, “You have nothing to prove, nothing to show. We’re equals in this relationship,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes and gently pecking him on the nose, “And yes, I’d love to marry you, Hyunjin.”

The childlike sparkle in his eyes made you giggle as you watched him physically process your words. Slight confusion, then disbelief, then awe.

“Really?! Oh, my love, I’m so happy!” Hyunjin lifted you in his arms, spinning you around as you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he placed you down, he fumbled around in his back pocket, eyes wide, “I-I can’t believe I forgot this! We were having such a soft moment and the question just slipped out of my mouth--”

Giggles burst from your lips as Hyunjin finally managed to pull out a black velvet box, revealing a small, simple, yet priceless diamond ring. It was so undeniably Hyunjin to get so caught up in proposing that he’d forget to present the engagement ring to you, and you found the two of you chuckling about it up until he gingerly slipping the silver band onto your third finger.

“Oh, I do have a request from Jisung, who wants to be present at the wedding,” Hyunjin said when the two of you were finally curled up in his bed, embracing each other’s warmth.

“I’d be happy to invite him,” you chuckled, looking down at your finger and at the glimmering stone that now rested on it, “It’s beautiful, by the way. The ring.”

Hyunjin smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair, “I passed a jewelry shop when I was running some errands for your bakery, and it just reminded me so much of you,” he said, brushing his fingers across is, “Elegant and beautiful.”

“Such a flatterer,” you complained to hide the heat in your cheeks.

“Oh, no no. There will be much more of that now that we’re engaged,” Hyunjin teased, tickling your waist, “I hope you’re prepared.”

And you were prepared, alright. All of the trials, tribulations, and the joys of marriage, you were ready for all of it as long as Hyunjin was by your side.

fin.

#i hope you liked it furat! :>#happy belated birthday!#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin imagine #hwang hyunjin oneshot #my fics

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danny-chase · 4 years ago

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Dick Grayson Week Day 4

Prompt: Bruce hits Dick and doesn’t get away with it

Summary/Notes:

A Spyral fixit where the family finds out about Nightwing 30. Perspectives are from Tim and Jason, but Steph, Cass, and Damian make an appearance. Quotes taken from Forever Evil 7 and 8, and Nightwing 30. Tw for swearing, angst and domestic/child abuse (because canon is terrible and I can’t leave it the way it is).

Edit: I have an AO3 account now yay! Read here

“I’ll be right back.” Tim chirped as he left to pull some files out of his room. He could feel his friends’ gazes lingering on him as he left. He had to suppress an eye roll. He was fine. Your pseudo-dad/adopted-father-before-you-emancipated-yourself loses his memory and suddenly everyone thinks there’s something wrong with you. Figures. Bruce was happier this way. And maybe, one day, he’d be able to get to know him again. Maybe not as sorta-father and son. But Bruce 2.0 liked volunteering with kids, running charity events. Maybe they could be business partners, or coworkers. It wasn’t like last time. But that didn’t mean Cassie, Bart and Kon weren’t worried. No matter how many times he tried to explain, they wouldn’t listen. It was better this way. Bruce was happier without them. Without him. It stung at first sure, but he was over it. He could handle it. Even if the knot in his stomach told him otherwise.

His fingers brushed the lines on the hallway as he strode through Titan’s Tower. The halls seemed so much smaller than they used to be. Logically, he knew they were the same size. But they weren’t the same walls as when he’d first visited. And those hadn’t even been the first wall either. “We’ve had to rebuild this place like at least a million times.” Dick had told him. The knot tightened. Don’t think about it, he reprimanded himself. He’d been having a nice afternoon. It was relaxing, staying with his friends. But he couldn’t walk through the halls without feeling like a trespasser. This was Dick’s team. This was his home away from home. Who was he kidding? He was no Dick Grayson. Dick’s friends used to look to him for guidance, for advice, for help with problems, personal and business related. Tim used to look to him for guidance, advice and help. Stop thinking about him, he tried again. Forget the Crime Syndicate. Forget the funeral. Don’t stress, repress. He paused for a moment, stared aimlessly out the window, took a few deep breaths, cleared his mind and continued on his way.

Climbing the stairs, he decided it was better to use his mental faculties to go through the case he was working on. Jason had called two days ago asking about some of his old informants in Gotham, Penguin was apparently moving back onto the scene and reorganizing the structure of some of the newer gangs. Cleaning house. Informants were switching names, following their own protocols. Bruce had written some contingency in a classified file somewhere. The issue was where. The damn batcomputer had like a billion files on it. And Barbara knew the system, but was busy coordinating for the JLA and had put them on “Do not Disturb” mode for the foreseeable future. He could write a program to search for it. Stupid Bruce and his stupid files that he’d kept secret from them. “It was on a need to know basis.” He could almost here the defensiveness in Bruce’s voice if he tried hard enough. He nearly face planted as he miscalculated the number of stairs. Maybe they should just go back to their old Young Justice base. Or wait till the building inevitably explodes again and just make it better. That would be fun. Designing a Teen Titans base with slides and escalators. Bart would be thrilled. Bart could probably build it in 5 minutes. Dick wouldn’t approve, his brain felt the need to remind him. Tim nearly huffed. Well Dick is de-.

He abruptly lost his train of thought. There was noise coming from his room. Someone was sniffing, was someone crying in his room? Who was even in his room? Everyone was downstairs. Cissie and Steph were visiting in the lounge, Greta left a few days ago, the new kids were in the gym getting a feel for the equipment. The hell? His heart pounded a bit louder as he silently slunk towards his rooms. If Dick decided to haunt him from beyond the grave this was not cool. The lights flickered. Tim nearly screamed. He could feel cold sweat gathering in his palms, his heart racing, thoughts pounding in his skull. It’s just one of Bart’s pranks, no one can get in without access. He slid next to his door and pulled up the camera feed on his glove’s embedded computer. They weren’t in lockdown, but it couldn’t hurt to check. Few clicks here, few taps there and…Damian? Tim burst through the door, half relieved and fully confused.

“What are you doing here?” Tim half yelled, Damian startling on the bed as he burst into his room. Tim flicked the lights on as the gremlin crossed his arms in response. Tim shut the soundproof door, no need to bother Kon with this.

“I was given access to the tower as well.” He stated monotonously. Tim frowned; something was off. Damian didn’t just show up in his room. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen the kid in weeks. Not since Bruce went all amnesiac on them. Where was he even staying. Damian shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. There were dark circles under his eyes, he was paler than usual, but flushed, his eyes bright. Had he been crying in here? “Quit gawking at me, Drake.” He spat, jolting Tim back into reality.

He almost opened his mouth to throw some insult back. Almost. He saw the kid’s lip tremble just so slightly, and he bit his tongue. The kid’s hands were shaking. “What’s up?” He replied cautiously. Keeping the demon brat in line wasn’t in his job description. But the kid had had a rough couple months. Dying, coming back to Dick being dead, Bruce losing his memory. He could help with whatever this was and-

“Grayson is alive.”

-send the kid back to Alfred, he knew the kid better than he did. He had his pets at the manor to keep him company, maybe he’d see if Jon would be willing to have a sleepover or something. Spring break was coming up soon, maybe he could take a trip out to Kansas-

“Drake!” Damian was waving a hand in front of his face. Tim blinked a few times. He hadn’t said…had he? That wasn’t right Dick was-

“Richard is alive, I can prove it.” There was desperation in the kid’s voice, water in his eyes. The trash can was filled with tissues, it had been empty when he left. His shirt was on inside out. Tim inhaled sharply. Fuck. Tim had been there. He’d done that. Denied reality. Gone on a wild fairy tale goose chase. Chased insane dreams. Sure, it had worked. But this was different. They had a body. We had a body then, his mind helpfully supplied. There was no real evidence. It had worked hadn’t it? Denying Bruce’s death out of reality? But Dick couldn’t be alive. Bruce had seen him die. Clark saw Bruce die, his brain again helpfully supplied. Tim studied Damian’s face carefully. He looked two steps away from a mental breakdown. Was that how I looked? He wasn’t exactly looking in any mirrors at the time. Dick had try to talk him back down, that was the wrong move. He’d doubled down. But Damian wasn’t him and Tim had no idea what to do. Damian stared at him, studying his face carefully. Tim could feel his palms sweating again, when had he started clenching his fists? His brain was ticking through options, tell Damian he believed him – high chance of heartbreak, low chance of kid running off and doing something stupid on his own. Try and talk him down – still some heartbreak, but can mitigate, medium to high chance of him running off. Call Alfred – should he really do that though? The kid came to him. Alfred’s busy dealing with amnesiac Bruce. Call someone else? Why did the kid come to him in the first place? Damian hated him, he wouldn’t come to him unless he was really sure, or really desperate. Does he think I can replicate what happened with Bruce? Time seemed to move like molasses. Tim swallowed. Now or never.

“I believe you.” He replied. Damian’s eyebrows furrowed, but his shoulders fell ever so slightly, and he rocked back on his heels, uncrossing his arms and leaning into a less defensive stance. Mixed results. He prayed he sounded convincing enough. If he was going this route, he had to go all the way. It didn’t matter that he’d seen the body. It didn’t matter that Bruce saw. He needed to be on Damian’s side with this one. Just like he’d needed somebody on his side back then. Even if it was a crazy side. Even if it was a leave everyone behind and run around on a whim side. Even if it doesn’t work out, at least the kid would have someone to catch him at the end. Why did it have to be the brat though?

“You do not. But you will.” Damian said solemnly, a bit of an edge to his voice. He pulled a laptop out of a bag on the floor and hopped up on the foot of Tim’s bed. Tim quietly settled next to him, careful to not touch him. He was careful. The kid didn’t appear to be looking for a fight, but you never know. Tim glanced at the laptop screen.

“DAMIAN NO WHAT THE-” He screamed. Damian nearly leapt of the bed. His face turned red.

“-tt- Grow up Drake, this is for research purposes only, that is not-” He started mumbling.

“You’re on DICK GRAYSON THIRST POST WEBSITES for RESEARCH!” Tim half screamed, attempting to lower his voice. Damian flushed harder.

“SHUT UP DRAKE!” He countered. Tim took deep breaths. Dear god, he needed to bleach his eyes after this. He did not need to know these threads existed. Fucking reddit. Humanity has gone too far. There were 20k followers. He peeked over again, the latest posts were from this morning. His mouth was dry. These people were lusting over his dead brother. It was sick, it was fucking disgusting it was-

“Wait what’s that picture?” Tim asked.

“-tt- If you would allow me to explain instead of losing your head, I can show you.” Damian grumbled. He clicked on the picture to enlarge it. “I’ve run the calculations, biometrically, the body shape is a 99.97% match.” Tim let out a low whistle. It wasn’t much to go on. You couldn’t see the figure’s face, he was turned away from the camera. Whoever took it was definitely aiming for a certain portion of the man’s body.

“Have you talked to the poster?” Tim inquired. Damian nodded.

“This subreddit is dedicated to…” Damian made a revolted looking face, “capturing casual images of Grayson in unsavory positions.” He nearly squirmed as he finished the sentence. “I was attempting to research the details of Grayson’s perceived passing and came across this website.” That was a different kind of trauma in Tim’s opinion. “The image caught my eye. He has fans in Ireland, that is where it was taken. These fans are apparently experts at picking him out.” Damian scrolled through some earlier posts to prove his point. “It is odd.” He added pointedly. Tim’s mind was racing. It was hardly evidence. It could have been anyone. But he was right. The perverts were good. They even had a few of Dick in disguise doing undercover work, none of his face of course. But Dick couldn’t be in Ireland. Tim went to the funeral. Bruce went to the funeral. Bruce saw Dick die. Bruce wouldn’t lie about something like that. He never told you about the Joker. His mind supplied. No. Bruce wouldn’t. Bruce couldn’t. He wouldn’t put them through that grief. Not after Damian. Not after all the lies. He promised he wouldn’t lie to them like that. The picture couldn’t be real. But Damian kept scrolling. There were more. In multiple countries. It couldn’t be possible. There was no way. People joked his brother’s butt was iconic but this was ridiculous.

“Drake?” Damian sounded so cautious. Tim was confused. The pictures all looked so real. So accurate. Could they be photoshopped? That could explain it.

“Did you get any of the original files?” He asked much too hastily to appear calm. A smile flicked on Damian’s face for a millisecond.

“You believe me.” Damian stated, half disbelievingly. Tim bit his lip. He didn’t want to. He couldn’t. If he did, then he didn’t believe Bruce. Damian cleared his throat. “I have already examined a few of the original photographs. Their phones were laughably easy to hack.” He looked smug for a mentally unhinged eleven-year-old. “They do not appear to be tampered with.” Tim could feel his heart thudding in his chest. Dick couldn’t be alive. It wasn’t possible. He saw the body. Bruce was in the cave for a week going over it. Not allowing anyone in. No… Fuck…

“What did you do?” He muttered under his breath. Damian looked at him inquisitively, a determination burning in his eyes. Tim hadn’t seen any of the proof himself. And he believed Bruce unquestioningly. That was the opposite of what the man had taught him. But there was still something off. He looked searchingly at Damian. “Dick wouldn’t do that to us.” He couldn’t. Dick would never do something like that. He would tell them. He wasn’t like Bruce, he was reliable. Dick didn’t keep secrets like that. He wouldn’t fake his own death and leave them to fend for themselves. Not after Damian died. After everything they’d lost, after everything he’d lost. Dick wouldn’t do that to him. Damian’s eyes flickered toward the ground, and he frowned.

“Maybe he can’t tell us.” Is all he had to offer. It seemed like a sore spot. Tim didn’t push it. It was probably driving the kid insane. Dick, galivanting across the world, not checking in, not coming back to tell them he was okay? The odds were astronomically low. Dick was a constant. He was their brother. He was a Robin. Robins don’t do that to each other. Steph did, his brain helpfully supplied. But that wasn’t Steph’s fault. Tim dug his nails into his palms. He needed to know. He needed proof. He needed to see the footage, go over the evidence. He didn’t doubt Dick, but his mind was itching. He wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he knew for sure. Hell, Damian probably couldn’t either.

“Look, here’s the plan.” Tim said, his mind racing. Damian stared at him intently. Wow the kid really was desperate if he was willing to listen to him. “I’ll tell Kon I’m taking you home, that you need some help on a case, then will slip out. Maybe, maybe someone close to the family is compromised.” He said, a bit unsure. That could explain the lie. If there was one. Please let there be one. Damian nodded, stuffing his laptop back into his backpack. Tim crossed the room and grabbed the door handle.

A barely audible “Thanks.” reached his ears as he flipped off the lights.

Jason groaned as he checked his messages. He really didn’t want to go through the batcomputer files. It would be faster if Tim did it, plus he had a lower chance of accidentally messing something up. Not that the file system wasn’t already a disaster. Touch the wrong button and you’re locked in the cave till Alfred realizes something’s wrong.

Tim had stopped responding to his messages two days ago, and well, he couldn’t wait any longer. And so, he found himself zipping through the tunnel systems that led into the cave. It was better to avoid the manner if possible. Happy Bruce wasn’t high on the list of people he wanted to see. That dude was fucking weird. It made him feel weird. It did feel good to cross amnesia off his yearly family bingo though. Now he just needed someone to trip during an interview and he’d break Cass’s winning streak. At the rate they were checking things off, maybe he should start a second batch and make it biannual. That or change the prompts. They were getting predictable.

He rolled to a stop inside the cave, and nearly rolled his eyes seeing the mess of skid marks on the floor. Seriously, tires are expensive, why his siblings couldn’t park like normal human beings was beyond him.

Someone was clacking away on the upper platform. Oh, thank God Tim was probably here, figuring it out before he could mess everything up. Cass poked her head over the railing, Jason cocked an eyebrow at her as he removed his helmet. She grinned and jumped over it, catching the fireman’s pole and sliding down. Someone was going to break an ankle doing that, could he add that to the bingo cards? Stupid non-work related injury was already on there, maybe upgrading it to stupid broken bone would suffice. Dick broke his nose outside Denny’s at 3am last year during a post mission party. Hands down one of the best nights of Jason’s life. Too bad his family members decided to die at least once a year.

“I’m about to win bingo.” Cass whispered as she brushed past his shoulder. That jolted Jason out of his bittersweet thoughts.

“Bullshit.” He growled back, bingo was his this year. She smugly wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Sorry brother.” She said sweetly, leaning her head into his shoulder. She let out a long sigh. And then Jason finally remembered that it most the squares weren’t exactly fun.

“Wait, the fuck’s going on?” Fuck, he really didn’t want to deal with this right now. Nobody could have died Dick checked that off, amnesia was gone, Gotham destroyed was gone, natural disaster was checked, Joker breaks out and does dramatic shit was gone too. But that wasn’t a good sigh, that was a ‘I’m so tired of this family sigh’, which could narrow it down a bit. Cass squeezed his shoulder.

“Family secrets.” She admitted, giving him a melancholy look. Jason groaned. This family was the fucking worst. Bruce wasn’t even really part of it right now, who the hell was keeping secrets? Damian. Had to be Damian. Little monster was just like his dad. Fuck. Dick taught the kid better than that. What kind of mess was he in?

Cass took him by the wrist and started dragging him towards the stairs. He resisted briefly as they got to the base. He needed to know. “Who’s is it?” He asked, planting his feet on the ground.

Cass bit her lip, looking extremely uncomfortable. Jason pulled back his arms and crossed them, keeping his expression as neutral as he could, but she could probably read his mood anyways.

“HA. HAHAHA HA. FUCK YOU BRUCE! TAKE THAT SHIT-COMPUTER!”

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin at Tim’s screeching from upstairs, Cass was running up the stairs, not waiting to see if he was coming. Jason sighed. It was going to be on of those days. He took a deep breath and headed up behind her.

Tim was doing a victory dance in front of the computer. Damian was crawling out from under the computer, a shit eating grin on his face. They both looked (and smelled) a mess. Definitely neither had showered in a few days, probably hadn’t slept either.

“Todd, you are just in time to witness our victory over father.” Damian greeted, formal as ever. The brat didn’t even through an insult in there. Must be in a good mood. Well that at least explained who was keeping secrets. Stupid Bruce, keeping secrets even while an amnesiac. Screw him.

“Shall we?” Tim asked, offering a hand to Damian, which shockingly the kid took. The fuck did he miss?!?

“Uh, what the fuck?” He managed to get out. There was cowl footage pulled up on the screen. Cass was pulling chairs over from the table. He tiredly took the seat she offered him.

“Waaaaiiiiiit I have popcorn!” Steph called, pounding down the stairs.

“Steph no!” Tim moaned. “This isn’t a joke!”

“What’s family drama without popcorn?” Steph sung back. Damian huffed. Cass snickered. Jason had to smirk to himself. Dark humor was the best coping mechanism in this family. “Besides you haven’t told us what this is!” She accused. Well at least Jason wasn’t the only one who didn’t know. Tim shifted guilty at the computer, his eyes darting from Damian and then back to the group. Damian responded by huffing and crossing his arms.

“Drake did not ‘want to get your hopes up’.” He began, mimicking Tim’s voice perfectly, “-tt-His concern is unfounded, my research has been impeccable, Gr-” Tim shoved a hand over Damian’s mouth. Damian looked downright murderous.

“Look we want to watch the footage beforehand it might be-” Tim squawked as Cass lunged off the table, hopped over his shoulders and hit play on the batcomputer. “Cass wait!” He got out as the video began to play. Steph grabbed Tim from behind and dragged him into a seat.

The screen showed footage from a first-person perspective, they were walking through a doorway into a large room.

“I’m tired of secrets.” Muttered Cass as she slipped in a chair next to Steph. Damian staid standing, glaring intensely at the screen, looking strangely anguished.

“Hey, kid you can…” The invitation died in his throat. The camera moved forward into the room, revealing a beaten Dick Grayson in the center, hooked to countless machines, suspended in a metal cocoon, only his face and chest peeking out.

“Oh my God.” Came a familiar voice from the screen. A growl reverberated in the cave.

“Well Batman…” Luthor materialized on the right, “…You’ve found Nightwing.” He said, stalking forward.

Something clattered on the floor. The camera was rushing forward. Voices from the cave mixed with voices on the screen.

“Why would you want to watch this!?” shrieked Steph.

“Dick? Everything’s going to be all right. I’m here.” Bruce’s gruff voice sounded oddly strained.

“Shut up Brown!” Came Damian in a high-pitched voice.

“He never showed us the evidence.” Tim’s voice squeaked. “We have to watch till the end?”

“I’m sorry I shut you out. All of you. I didn’t want you getting hurt…I’m going to get you out of this.” Came Bruce’s shaking voice. Jason could feel a lump growing in his throat. He didn’t want to see this.

“Fast-forward?” Cass suggested, her voice equally shaken. Jason could barely see the others in the cave, his eyes were glued to the screen.

“No…You need to…leave.” Came Dick’s horse whisper of a voice. “You need to go…”

Damian made an inhuman noise, which allowed Jason to tear his eyes off the screen.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Muttered Tim. “We can’t fast-forward we need to know what happened.” He forced a sense of determination into his voice. “This is why I didn’t-”

THOOM. The sound rumbled through the cave. Jason jumped out of his seat. The camera whipped around revealing the exit sealed off, with Luthor, Selina, and Bizzarro trapped inside.

“-you guys can still leave.” Tim said shakily.

BA-DEEP. Blared through the speakers. BA-DEEP.

“What is that?” Came Selina’s voice, her usual smooth and silky persona dropped. BA-DEEP.

“It’s a countdown. This isn’t just a fancy pair of handcuffs, Catwoman. It’s a bomb.” Came Lex’s gruff voice. The camera turned again showing a timer counting down from 5 minutes. Jason’s stomach painfully twisted at the reminder of another countdown in another sealed building.

“We’re staying.” He managed to get out. He might have heard noises of affirmation.

WHAM. “The door. The walls. Why can’t we break through them?” Came Luthor’s voice.

“This cell was designed to hold Doomsday, Luthor.” Came Bruce’s voice again. The camera showed him messing with the panel. BA-DEEP.

“Is the countdown monitoring his heart?” Selina asked from seemingly far away.

“Yes.” Boomed Bruce’s voice. BA-DEEP.

“Why?” Replied Selina.

“The detonator is hooked into it.” Bruce responded. Jason’s heart sunk. “He died in a death trap. There was no way out.” Bruce had told him before the funeral. BA-DEEP.

“Batman…The bomb…” Dick whispered. BA-DEEP. Jason spared another glance at Damian. There were tears beginning to form in his eyes, but he stared, glued to the screen all the same. “…It only disams…If my heart stops.” Jason could feel his chest tightening painfully. “I die…or we all die.” BA-DEEP.

“Maybe Bruce had a reason for not showing this to us.” Steph said shakily. Jason glanced over. She looked green. Her sleave and eyes were both wet. The sounds of the heart monitor echoed in the cave.

BA-DEEP. “Please…Listen to me…” Dick’s horse voice started again. Tim was muttering frantically to himself. “You still have time to get yourself out of here.” The camera was so close. Jason could see every cut on his brother’s face, could see the sweat on his brow, the blood trickling down from his nose.

BA-DEEP. “I am not leaving you, Dick. I am not abandoning you.” Bruce sounded much more confident that Jason felt. Too bad Bruce didn’t sound confident.

“You aren’t Bruce. And you never have.” Dick replied. Jason’s vision was blurring. All he wanted was some stupid computer files. He didn’t come to the cave to watch this.

BA-DEEP. “The only way we’re getting out of here is together…No…The wires…” Jason dug his fingernails into his palms. “…Every time I disconnect a relay, it fixes itself.” Jason bit his lip.

BA-DEEP. At some point those in the caves had gone silent. “Then there’s only one way to disarm this bomb, Batman.” Came Luthor’s voice. The video jolted violently and Bruce’s cry reverberated through the cave. Chaos erupted on the screen. A cacophony associated with their customary brand of violence echoed through the speakers, obscuring some of the voices.

BA-DEEP. “I’m saving our lives.” Jason made out. The screen was black. Jason glanced around the room. Everyone was tense. Damian was crying. Tim looked horrified. Cass was perfectly still, her expression blank. Steph looked one step away from throwing up in the empty popcorn bowl that lie on the ground at her feet.

BA-DEEP. The camera was moving again. “LUTHOR.” Boomed Bruce’s voice again. Jason caught a glimpse of the man pressing a hand over Dick’s face. “LUTHOR, YOU HURT HIM AND I WILL KILL YOU.” Cass let out the faintest gasp. Bruce wasn’t lying. How the hell was Luthor still alive? The heart monitor was stuttering. BA-DEEEEEP

“Nonononononononononono.” Came Tim’s voice. “It wasn’t supposed to-”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“DICK.” Screamed Bruce. The camera rushed forward.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“NO!” Yelled Bruce and Tim at the same time. Damian had sunk to the floor.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A fist kept pounding Luthor in the face relentlessly. “Batman, wait-” Luthor pleaded. This was not how Jason had wanted Bruce to break his code.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“YOU MURDERER!” Screeched Bruce, righteous fury echoing in his voice. The heart monitor cut off. A hand reached down to cut off Luthor’s windpipe.

“I have this…” Came Luthor’s strangled voice. He looked terrified. “Under control…Grayson…” The hand squeezed harder. “-kk-!” The man chocked. Bruce lessened up slightly. “It’s not too late, you idiot.” Spat Luthor. Bruce was apparently passed the point of listening.

“YOU MURDERED NIGHTWING.” He growled, tightening his grip once more. Luthor was going bug eyed. The man was going to actually die if Bruce pushed it much harded.

“Batman-” Came Selina’s voice.

“Luthor killed Dick, Selina.” Bruce said, his voice strangled.

“You said this lightning rod was from the future! Maybe we can use it to save him or something? I don’t know-!” She cried desperately.

A flash of light and crackle of electricity resounded through the cave. The screen went black for a moment.

Jason could hear metal clinking on the floor.

“Why are we still watching this?” Jason asked hoarsely. Tim looked at him palely.

“I need to know what happened next.” He whispered.

“If I hadn’t stopped Grayson’s heart, this ‘Murder Machine’ would have detonated and we all would have died. I had to make a choice, Batman. I made him flatline…after I forced him to swallow a cardioplegia pill.” The camera slowly tilted back up to focus on Luthor.

“A what?” Asked Steph and Selina at the same time.

“A drug that paralyzes the cardiac muscles surrounding the heart.” Replied Tim and Bruce in sync.

“Then…” Trailed off Damian. The boy looked up hopefully at the screen.

“And if this boy’s heart doesn’t get a shot of adrenaline right this very second he’s going to stay dead.” Luthor finished.

*kaff*

That small cough was the best sound Jason had heard in his entire life.

“YES!” Shouted Tim.

Damian swallowed. “As I expected.” He said shakily. No one called him out on it.

“Dick?” Came Bruce’s voice from the screen.

“Batman?” Dick’s wobbly voice whispered.

Cass tackled Steph into a bear hug, and Steph laughed widely as they clattered to the floor. Jason just sighed deeply and let his head drop into his hands in relief.

“Drake-” gasped Damian, “-get off.”

“You were right! Damian was right! Dick’s alive. HAHA Dick’s ALIVE!” Jason glanced up to see Tim squeezing the crap out of Damian who was going slightly blue in the face. There were words coming from the speakers still but they fell to the wayside in the celebration. Jason walked over and turned the volume down.

“I’m going to kill them.” Jason muttered under his breath. But he’d save that for later, for now, he just paced back to his chair and sunk into it. The cave was quiet for a few minutes, Dick and Bruce continued on whatever the fuck adventure they were on was. The rest of the video was a blur. By the end, Jason’s racing heart had settled, and the kids had stopped clinging to each other.

“But wait.” Said Steph as the video ended. “If Dick’s alive, where is he? How did you even know to look?”

Jason turned to see Tim babbling. “Well I have a few theories, we recovered more footage as well, you know? Like Damian found pictures of him all across the world so like, we don’t know for certain where he is, but like I don’t know for sure what happened, but maybe someone was compromised so like, he had to stay hidden or like…” Tim continued babbling as the next video began to play. It was once again footage from the cowl. “Bruce shut off all the camera’s in the cave for the next week, I thought he was sulking but like we were able to find some cowl footage that he deleted, and like hopefully from that we can figure out what happened and how to track him down-”

“Turn up the volume.” Demanded Cass from her seat. She was looking at the screen with an odd expression. Damian moved without hesitation. Jason’s eyes followed up to the screen. Dick was glaring into the camera his fists raised and wrapped.

“So, one more time Dick. But now there’s only one rule…You have to win.” Came Bruce’s gruff voice. The pair was in the cave. Dick lunged towards the camera. “You let the crime syndicate capture you. Let them torture you. You let them give your secrets to the world.” Bruce accused.

“Bruce man, what the fuck!” Steph yelled, masking Dick’s response.

Bruce continued “You let them turn you into a bomb. You let them kill you. Before Luthor rescued you, you let everyone WATCH YOU DIE.” He boomed.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Jason bellowed, knocking over his chair as he stood. He walked away from the screen. Only fucking Bruce. Only fucking Bruce would blame someone for their death. Jason knew that all too well. He walked away from the screen, giving himself distance to clear his head.”

“I trained you to LIVE, and I watched you DIE!” CRACK. Jason flipped around to see Bruce elbow Dick in the face, drawing blood. Bruce’s words cut like a knife. It wasn’t Jason’s fault he died. It wasn’t Dick’s fault either. Neither Steph’s or Damian’s. Damian had unconsciously taken cover behind Tim, who was standing between Damian and the screen with an arm hovering over the kid’s shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK BRUCE!” Screamed Steph at the screen, she was also on her feet at this point. Only Cass’s hand prevented her from trying to fight the digital apparition. “WE DON’T JUST GO AROUND DYING WILLY NILLY, IT’S NOT MY-, IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” Her voice shrilly echoed around the cave, drowning out the audio temporarily.

Dick was on his knees, wiping his bloody nose, looking up confused. WHACK. A powerful kick sent him flying off the platform, crashing into a costume display case. “I have a mission for you, Dick. I need you to do something that will hurt your friends. Your family.” Bruce commanded. He could hear Damian inhale sharply. Tim stopped hovering and pulled Damian tightly into his chest, rushing forward to pause the video, with the boy in tow. His hand was over the button before Cass sprung forward and grabbed his wrist. Jason had never seen Cass look this angry without the mask.

“I deserve to know.” She said with conviction, anger deep in her voice. “I deserve to know what kind of father he is.” She spat. Jason wasn’t going to touch that with a ten foot pole.

“But he shouldn’t, I mean I don’t know if, I mean I don’t know what, I mean-” Tim sputtered glancing from the screen to Damian and back again.

“I want to know the truth.” Came Damian’s tiny reply. He looked so young, he pushed away from Tim’s chest, but leaned into his side.

Cass pulled Tim’s hand back. “I fought him once.” She admitted. “I need to know.” She repeated.

Tim looked at her pleadingly. Bruce and Dick raged at each other on screen. Blood flowed from the cuts on Dick’s back. “I…I…” Tim stammered.

“We all deserve to know.” Steph piped up, leaning against the side of the computer.

“Fight like you’re alive!” Bruce yelled on the screen. CRACK. An oversized die broke on impact with the back of Dick’s head. Dick retaliated, throwing a question mark back.

The words were blurring in Jason’s head, his rage clouding his thoughts, and overtaking his senses. The rest of the world was disappearing, leaving only the screen behind. His vision tunneled. He crossed his arms as tightly as he could, willing himself to stay in place. Stay calm. His hearing cut out. But he could still read his name on his brother’s lips just before Bruce delivered an uppercut powerful enough to knock Dick off the dinosaur.

The next thing Jason knew Cass was sitting on him. People were yelling at him.

“-on’t break the screen-”

“-up I need to see-”

“-op fighting-”

Cass smiled apologetically before tapping a pressure point. Jason allowed himself to fade into the darkness.

He came to in a medical bay of the cave, with an intense desire to get out. This place was cursed. He needed out, he needed to think, he needed to process, but he needed to get out. He pushed himself up and swung his legs off the bed.

“Wait.” Came a voice from behind him. He spun off the bed to see Tim, awkwardly standing on the other side of the cot. Jason edged towards the door. “We know where he is.” Tim offered. Jason glanced at Tim, and back to the door.

“Can we talk somewhere else?” He asked quietly. He didn’t want to be in the cave for this. Tim awkwardly bobbed side to side.

“Uh about that. We’re moving out.” He said quickly. Jason opened the door.

“OMGIT’SREDHOODHIMR.REDHOODSIRPLEASEDON’TKILLTIM-”

Jason slammed the door in the kid’s face. He stared at Tim, who was banging his head into the wall with a hand covering his eyes.

“Do I even want to know?” Jason asked. Tim groaned.

“I called my team to help us move out, we’re going to use the bunker for Gotham operations from now on.” Tim explained. A loud crash came from outside. The door whipped open.

“Heythegiantpennyisn’t-” The kid started. Jason growled at him. “-nevermindbyebye.” The speedster zipped away and slammed the door.

“You decided this without me?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at Tim. Tim looked back at him sheepishly.

“You’re already out voted. Besides you really want to stay here?” He replied evenly. Jason shrugged, that was fair. He’d already tried to leave. “I know you said you don’t want to talk here, but I don’t know when I’ll get you alone again.” Jason sighed. That’s valid, he was planning on avoiding the family for a bit. “Please don’t pull a disappearing act.” Jason looked up at him.

“Why not?” He challenged.

“We don’t need Bruce to be a family.” Tim replied. It sounded rehearsed. That was also fair. “And we need each other too. We found some communications from Dick, Bruce left him stranded when he got amnesia, he’s coming back in a few days.” Jason couldn’t look Tim in the eye anymore.

“I don’t know what to do.” He said honestly, looking at Tim’s shoes. What do you say after something like this? After watching something like that. After knowing the truth.

“Neither do we, but we’ll figure it out together.” Tim offered. He looked sad, tired, his face fell before he spoke again. “He…he misses us.” He spoke softly. “On the recordings. I, I don’t think Bruce even told him about Damian.” Jason swore softly under his breath. Bruce was one fucking piece of work.

“Is there anything else I should know?” Jason said after a moment, catching Tim’s eye once more.

Tim shook his head. “The rest of the tape was mostly the same.” He said quietly. “He won.” He added as an afterthought. Jason snorted. Tim gave a warry smile. None of them ever won. Not in the ways they wanted to. Only when the prizes were more pain, more guilt, more heartbreak.

Jason leaned back against the wall. How was this the way things ended up? Was Bruce always this cruel? The man was unrecognizable to Jason. It was inexcusable. After Willis? After Cain? After Brown? Hell, even Tim’s father was emotionally abusive before he died. Why couldn’t any of them have a normal father? A stable parental relationship. It wasn’t fair. And it hurt more because he didn’t even know where it started. Bruce had been a good father to him. Had that been a lie? He’d never looked to closely at why Dick had left home, could it be that…that…? Had Jason missed something like this? Would he ever even know what he’d missed? They didn’t have as many cameras back then.

Tim had crossed the room and put a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll be okay.” He said confidently. “As long as we have each other, we’ll all be okay.” Tim squeezed his shoulder gently before disappearing through the door into the chaos that used to be his childhood fantasy. When had it all gone so wrong, he had to ask himself. He hated that he knew the answer. His death was this fucking family’s original sin. But you know what, that wasn’t his fault. Even if it felt like it. Even if Bruce still blamed him. Dick didn’t look at him like a ghost, he didn’t look at him like a kid in over his head, like a regret, like a mistake. It was time for Bruce to grow the hell up and move on. Bad experiences don’t justify beating your kids. Maybe from here, they could move on. Maybe from here on, they could heal. Maybe they could start over. Maybe they could make their own new family. Bruce had abused them, lied to them, manipulated them enough. It was time to rise from the ashes like a phoenix and fly again. He wouldn’t know unless he tried. He didn’t have to give up on Gotham. But maybe it was time to give up on Bruce.

Jason swung open the door, descending into a future unknown, diverging from the circle of heartache and abuse. He had broken the cycle once before, on his own, with a new family made of friends, one of his choosing. And now he chose to break it once more, and this time he resolved not to leave his siblings behind.

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Responses to {Part 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

@purelyple said: never clicked so fast in my whole life for a vampire fic.

Thank you so much :3

Anonymous said: the enDING ARE YOU K I D D I N G ME i need it to be next tuesday right now immediately

I apologise for ending that chapter right then! It was 6,000+ words and it was definitely running on for too long ^^ Thank you so much for reading it my dear =)

@mysr3 said: Thank you Sara!!! IWSY sigh~ so good! Can't wait for the next part. Although I'll be spending Valentine Day alone, I'll have this to accompany me and make my heart fluff❤️❤️❤️

Thank you very much! At least the next chapter will be a lovely one for Valentines Day for all us lonely souls spending it alone hehe c:

Anonymous said: The reason Tae wanted her to wait before he could get out of view from the mirror was because of the whole vampire thing right?

I’m afraid not my love! I have already laid out my lore of a Vampire’s reflection in Chapter Two when I said that Vampires DO have a reflection (along with not being destroyed in sunlight.) The reason why Taehyung would have moved out of view is because he would have wanted her to see only herself without seeing him in her field of vision ^^

Anonymous said: I absolutely love IWSY! Your writing style is amazing and I always look forward to reading a new chapter❤ Do you have any tips for writing fanfiction? I would like to start writing too but I don't have good ideas.. 😂😊

Thank you so much my dear ^^ I’m really happy you’re enjoying it. I made a post a little while back with some tips so I’ll link it to you here!

Anonymous said: Do you have any idea how long the IWSY serie will be? I loooooove it so much btw

Like I have said before, I have no idea how long it will be going on for. You’ll know when I do! :D Thank you so much for reading it my love :)

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*screams back* WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

Anonymous said: Eventhough this chapter of IWSY is all about Y/N being excited about the dress and everything, i can't help but feel nervous about the upcoming ball. TT Yoongi actually scares the crap out of me in this story xq How amazing that you can make me feel this way with writing! Love you 💕

Are you feeling the calm before the storm? *whispers* good~ hehe Thank you so much for reading it! ^^

@omelys-space said: Again amazing update as always ~ ❤ Now I have two things: I need that dress in my life 😍 the way you described it was so stunning And can ChimChim and TaeTae get any cuter?! 🙈 I am freakishly excited to see Kooks reaction next week 😄 Ohhh and to learn more about her power that she has

Thank you very much ❤ I’m so happy you enjoyed it! And yes - I really want/need a dress and shoes such as the ones in my fan fiction hehe~ Yes! There are many things to be revealed! I’m excited to show them ! ^^

@bangtan-bap-sonyeondan said: I was feeling down earlier and just thought I'd search around the scenario tag and I stumbled across I won't stop you and I read the entire series and then waited for this new part and I love it. I couldn't stop reading all parts and did it in one sitting. I hope you keep at it and I'll look forward to each upcoming part!

I’m so happy that you could find my series and it could make you (hopefully) feel a little better ^^ Thank you so much for reading it and messaging me to tell me, as well! *hugs* I will definitely finish it until the end of the story! You have no need to worry about that :)

Anonymous said: Ok wow.Wow.I've never had a full chapter of changing into a dress get me excited and smily at 2 am when I have to wake up at 7 to study. Wow.You killed me.You should at lest come to my funeral *cries a red river*.MY GOOOOOODDDD. But seriously, I was hoping to get some reaction from jungkook.I can't believe I have to wait a whole week for that omo kill me Plz make the next chapter loooong with maaaaaaanyy secrets revealed and maaany important details!!!Looking forward to it!THAnks SARS I LOVE U!

I’m happy to know that you enjoyed reading about the dress! I wanted to fully explain everything because of what will happen at the ball ;) There’s method in my madness, I promise you! And don’t worry, you’ll get a worthy description of Jungkook’s reaction next week (seeing as it’s Valentines Day as well ❤ ) This chapter was actually the longest chapter I’ve ever written (6,000+ words heh) Thank you for reading and looking forward to the next one, I love you too!!

@pandafish said: goodness! the gown sounds absolutely beautiful. and what a fitting color ;)

I really want a dress like the one I described c: It’s like my dream dress! Haha and yes, a very fitting colour indeed ;)

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh, I am absolutely in love with I Won't Stop You! Your writing is so great! It's so detailed and the story is beautiful!

*blushes* Thank you so much! I really feel like the dress needed to be explained in great detail as I wanted you (as the reader) to be able to envision the next scenes perfectly and exactly how you look! :D

Anonymous said: WOW!!! I WONT STOP YOU PART 17 was so good!!!!!!!! I loved it!!!!! But is there a picture of the dress????? I would really love to see it!!!!!!

Thank you so much beautiful! Unfortunately, there is no picture as I created it from my imagination (as there is a reason why Taehyung and Jimin designed it the way they did ;D) - but THE SHOES ARE A REAL THING. Follies Strass by Christian Louboutin are the most beautiful heels I’ve ever seen.

Anonymous said: "You ARE a princess" Me: *is suspicious* 🤔 lmao now that I think about it they mention her looking/being a princess a lot...😏

Haha aww it’s more so because she has no idea that Jungkook is ACTUALLY a Prince. It’s more of an inside joke that they are keeping from her - especially when she said she felt like a princes ^^

@gwynethjodie said: You are truly a gifted writer. I'm just realizing I've only been reading "I Won't Stop You", when I should be reading all your work. The way you've set everything up in IWSY is indescribable, it feels like i'm watching a movie from all the details, imagery and scenes. Every scene feels so significant to the story and in no way feels like fillers. I was dying for a picture of the dress&such from the last chapter, but maybe you didn't provide one cause you wanted the reader to envision themselves

This is truly such an amazing message to receive. You really made me smile and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I’m so incredibly happy that you feel this way and that you can see everything so clearly in IWSY because that’s exactly what I was hoping for. And yes - unfortunately there is no picture of the dress because I created it entirely from the realm of my head haha - but if you want to get an idea of the shoes, they are a real thing! Follies Strass by Christian Louboutin are just...so beautiful...^^ Thank you so much my love, I hope you have a great day :)

@audreymv said: I wont be able to say an opinion about this chapter sadly because I decided im going to read it when the other or next part comes out. I feel bad but i knowing you this chapter is probs really good

There’s no need to feel bad! You can read it whenever you wish :) I know some people like that who don’t watch TV series until the series has finished airing so that they can watch it all in one go. So I don’t mind at all my love! The series will remain on this blog for you to return to whenever you want to :)

Anonymous said: I'm not even an army but your jungkook vampire!au appeared on my dash and I started reading just for fun and now I'm obsessed BC ITS SO GOOD!!!!! and I'll follow your weekly updates now. I really liked your writing and keep on doing girl 'cause you're good FIGHTING

Ahhh thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it despite not being an army ^^ I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the series cutie ^^ Have a great day!

Anonymous said: Hey. Just want to let you know once again that I really like your writing and this story!!! I have been waiting for the dress reveal for soooooo long!!! I was having quite a bad day until got home and got the notification that you had updated the story! It made my day to see that you had put up the new chapter! IWSY makes me look forward to tuesdays and i'm really happy that you continue to write! :-) I really liked the chapter and I hope the next one will be just as amazing!!! ~Ro :-)

I hope the dress didn’t disappoint you then ;D I know I kept a secret for a very long time - and there are still more things that I think a lot of people are dying for me to uncover heh ^^ But that’s just the story! I think it’s a little harder because I release it week by week. If it was a book, it would all be revealed in an instant ^^ Thank you so much for reading the chapter and I’m glad you liked it Ro! :D

Anonymous said: TAEHYUNG CALLED HER A PRINCESS!!!?! IS THAT A CLUE OF SOME SORT???!?

Ahhhhh it appears that you’re all so clued into my double meanings and hidden intentions ;) But I promise you that he is just producing an inside joke because she said she felt like a princess, and it’s funny because Jungkook is actually a REAL prince :P

Anonymous said: I BET HE ISNT EVEN GONNA BE THERE WHEN (Y/N) WALKS OUT. //flips tables// cant wait for the next chapter kthnx

Oh come on I’m cruel but I’m not THAT cruel! ;P It would be funny tho “Sorry (Y/N) I had to leave I got tired of waiting” lmao xD Thank you so much for reading it babe!

Anonymous said: Sara, you leave me in absolute awe. This dress that yn has is so beautiful even though I can't actually see it. You're a master of your craft much like tae and jimin are of their dress making omg I am in love with this series and can't wait to see jungkook. That was so sweet how tae told yn to love him no matter what and just omg I teared up. Thank you so much for this. I'm in love with you in the most platonic way 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much Sara ❤️❤️❤️❤️-also I hope your mom is healing well :)

Master of my craft *blushes* YOU FLATTER ME TOO MUCH DEAR ANON. I’m so happy that you could envision it clearly in your mind, that’s what I was hoping for ^^ I love you too my dear! And thank you so much for this beautiful message - you’re making me tear up!! And yes - my Mum is home now and she’s healing well so I’m super duper happy about that! Thank you for mentioning it ^^

Anonymous said: ...I'm crying. That was emotional asf ok. how can words on a screen make me feel this way I don't understand lol. I can tell that you put so much of yourself into your writing cuz I can feel the emotions from reading it. If that makes sense lol. Your writing is better than amazing ok can't wait til next week! Also idk if it's just a side thing for you or you want to make it a career, but I support you and your writing 100% and I know I'm not the only one 💕💕💕

It makes perfect sense, don’t worry! I’m so glad that I could put my emotion into it and make you feel it too ^^ Your message was so uplifting and kind, so thank you for that from the bottom of my heart :) *hugs* You’re amazing and I hope your day is as amazing as you are! Thank you also for reading the chapter beautiful ^^

Anonymous said: this chapter thobsjsjidj i feel like im reading a book holy shit youre very detailed i can literally see the dress infront of me lmao

I’m so happy you appreciate the detail that goes into each chapter! And I hope you enjoyed the chapter my love - and that the dress pleased you! :D hehe Thank you so much c:

Anonymous said: So this is what I am going to do - I'm going to wait until next Tuesday so you've updated two times, so I have two new chapters of IWSY to read, since I don't want them to end

That’s perfectly alright with me! You do what makes you happiest my dear ^^

@doubletroublesince1994 said: OH MY LORD THIS CHAPTER IS BEAUTIFUL ♥ I wonder if you have a picture of the dress that you wrote about, I would love to see it (Tumblr unfollowed you wtf does this happen often?)

Thank you so much beautiful ^^ And no, unfortunately the dress came from my imagination - but if you would like to see the shoes, they are a real thing! Follies Stress by Christian Louboutin ^^ hehe And oh no! Silly Tumblr :( Don’t worry my love, it’s all good!

Anonymous said: I BET Y/N IS A PRINCESS OF SOME SORT

INCORRECT!

Anonymous said: Genuinely the only writer who can make me read thousands of words about putting on a dress (well I suppose it's not just A dress, but anyway) and still have me captivated until the very last word... You're so talented 🙈💕 - UK anon

Haha I’m glad it could do that for you! Well, it was mostly about the dress but there was important lore about natum lamia in there too c: And of course, Taehyung’s way of telling her that no matter what happens, she should always go with her heart and love Jungkook ^^ Thank you very much for reading it my dear! I’m happy that you enjoyed it :)

@jynxy24 said: Newest part of IWSY was :3 Atleast you didn't play with my feelings :D I have nothing to say except thank you lolol. Stay Awesooooooome!!

See? I’m not ALL cruel and bad :P Thank you so much for reading Jynxy my love c:

Anonymous said: Is it weird that I can hear "She Is" by Jonghyun playing in mynhead on the last chapter? I don't know the significance to it. It's just a fleeting thought, really.

I’ve never listened to that song, so I will listen to it when I have a spare moment! Thank you for telling me about it :D

@line-fangirl said: Thanky you so much for i wont stop you xxx (cont.) I swear im always afraid that if i read too fast the chapter would end soon i love it <3 :3

Awww you’re so sweet! You’re very welcome and thank you so much for reading it :D And take your time with reading it and absorb everything! Each chapter has some kind of lore or important information to the story, do don’t miss it! ;D hehe

@animeimmortal said: I. WANT. THEM. TO. BE. TOGETHER. SO. BAD. GAHHHH (cont.) AND STAY TOGETHER CUZ LIKE UGH. yoongi will fuck things up I know that for sure but I want them to stay togetherrrrrrr :/ *still loving it*

They are together thooooo! c: But yes, there is the threat of Yoongi~ I wonder if he’ll really show up to the ball and who will accompany him? ;o eheh~ thank you so much for reading the new chapter my love :D

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Microsoft’s new dog-labeling app presents hilarious outcomes for cats and presidential candidates

By now, most of us have given up on our annual January attempts to molted some of the plethora weight our widespread holiday feasting slapped on us. We’ve held dieting a shot. We’ve affected the gym. The most frantic of us may have even dipped with fucking CrossFit. Yet as the weeks go by, we’re gradually adjusted to our brand-new, slightly portlier illustrations and hearing to espouse the additional padding.

At least, that’s how most of us role. A select few will take one last-place, pathetic stair and decide to give working out at home a try. You know, because the driving to and from the gym is what certainly suctions about works out. Not everyone can afford to shell out for their own cardio machine and an array of weights, though, and opt instead to offer still-obscene dollar amounts for fruitless machines that predict a shortcut to health and fitness. For precedent …

HTAG 1 TT# 5. Osim iGallopHETAG 1 TT

Do you like horseback riding, but hate the notion of owning and caring for a giant swine? That … actually forms feel. Riding’s pretty good exercise, but horses are a hassle unless you happen to have a handy stable nearby, which you don’t. Also, a pony devour and turds, and keeping up with both expenditures about as much as a car remittance every month.

Way less happy to place a bullet in your vehicle where reference is breaks down, though . It’s not the ideal setup for the occasional 20 -minute workout, is what I’m adding. So why not get a phony mare? I’m not speak about kids’ rocking horse, or one of those mechanical police western-themed prohibits are so fond of( although if you have the chamber and money, sacred shit, utterly buy a mechanical cop ). “Theres” designs out there that simulate your body’s push during going, minus the “hanging on for dear life” constituent — which, come to think of it, is approximately 99 percent of the exercising you get from pony journeying. Oh well. Still, maybe products such as the iGallop aren’t a ended waste of time. Let’s appreciate what the ads say it can do TAGEND

… um. Ma’m? I’m not sure if you’re well informed it, but there’s no way you’re performing in an ad for a fitness product. Maybe that’s what you were hired for, but that’s either a Jessica Simpson video or the first times of a softcore porn flick. There’s no way whatever the hell you’re sitting on is a machine for “exercise, ” and even less of a chance told machine doesn’t vibrate.

OK, perhaps I’m being a little unfair. Maybe that shabby GIF is just an anomaly, and the product’s official promo draws don’t make it looks just like a orgasmatron.

Wrong !

I’m not saying this is necessarily a bad product. Few happenings that are designed to stimulate your ass slimmer are without at least a bit inherent ethic. Still, I don’t care how great a core manager this thing is — if you’re willing to move $400 at it, you might as well protrude it in a neighbourhood of honor in your living room and perhaps glue a few dildos on it. Because there’s no way in blaze any person who has considers it is going to believe it’s anything but a fancy Sybian.

HTAG 2 TT# 4. The Face TrainerHETAG 2 TT

SkyMall is a gift that stops on giving for enterprising slapstick websites. Their sales are comprised of 70 percent panicked knack orders, 30 percentage irony, and 100 percentage is just so endured and/ or drunk that ordering wine glass incumbent necklaces for your entire extended family seems like a funny meaning. Still, at least the company generally restraint its antics to the kind of clever-but-not-quite-useful trash Billy Mays had an opportunity to peddled back in the working day. It’s not like their target audience is more into the fitness marke–

Oh, god dammit .

Yes, that is a workout concealment for your face muscles. And yes , it works by working “proven principals of resistance trained to facial muscles” — which, let’s face it, is just a fancy terminology for “It’s a really fucking tight disguise, and now you have to represent faces. Cause us money.” The Face Trainer promises to take years off you, which is a claim I actually amply imagine, because there’s no way you won’t get chased off a cliff by a torch-wielding syndicate if you go out in public wearing this thing, doing frenetic Frankenstein faces to keep it from suffocating you.

Unfortunately, it looks like the product was too stupid for even SkyMall, since it’s nowhere to be found on their area today. Or is it ? A search with the keyword “trainer” gives me a bunch of Mad Max -themed neon trikes, panicking elliptical trainers with random lines, a Star Wars “Force trainer” because of fucking course, and … the “Tribal Style Giraffe Mask.”

Look at the Tribal Style Giraffe Mask. Look at it TAGEND Somewhere, the Jigsaw Killer is furiously masturbating .

There’s no way that act won’t slimed the shit out of your face the second you try it on, likely bear-trap-style. And you will try it on, if simply to stillness its constant whispering in eldritch tongues.

HTAG 3 TT# 3. ViPRHETAG 3 TT So you’re marching down the common early in the morning, doing something I generously presuppose is not crime-related, when you abruptly come across groupings of creepy fitness types waving immense records around.( Oh, get your sentiment out of the trough .) Like so TAGEND

“You won’t get away this time, Cobra Commander! ”

Hahahahahaha! What the actual fucking is going on? Did you stumble upon a Warriors -style territorial engagement between two 1980 s-themed CrossFit cliques? A no-budget Masters Of The Universe LARP?

Nothing that sane, I’m afraid. You’ve exactly watched the ViPR in action, and things aren’t going to get any better once those people actually start moving.

If you didn’t watch that video, two things. One: Delight do; you owe it to yourself. Two: That precise same convict, exclusively much louder.

The ViPR infomercial is a simple piece of work at heart.

Surely .

Basically, it’s several spandex-clad fitness enthusiasts doing the Stormtrooper stun baton twirl …

No need to click that relation. It searched exactly like this in the movie .

… simulating everyday pleasures such as shoveling …

I feel ?

… and even clumsily engaging in some of that bullshit Klingon pretend fighting in which they slap each others’ bat’leths and expect parties to be impressed.

Nerds !

Only they don’t have dazed wands, or scoops, or unwieldable blade things. They’re doing everything there is with a fucking log. Called ViPR . I entail, I imagine the record is called ViPR, but maybe I misconstrue something and it’s actually the true reputation of the entity that possesses all these beings and obliges them to do stupid shit for our amusement.

Example .

Again, I’m not saying this stupidly-named fucking thought is inevitably a bad produce at heart. It has a number of gaps that it declarations moves it fully consistent with a number of other incomprehensibly-named gadgets the more impressionable gym might boast, so I guess you can at the least join all those bullshit events into a monstrous Voltron of uselessness when you inevitably get bored with it. It’s just that if you’re trying to get in shape, I’d wager there are better ways to go about it than an exercise implement that moves you look like the Star Wars Kid grew up and connected a fraternity.

RTAG 34 TTRead more:

It’s easy to think of Microsoft as a giant, boring corporation that is good at the boring trash but bad at everything else. Over the past several months, though, the computing monstrous has shown off a bit personality with its artificial intelligence projectsthe latest of which is made to identify dog engenders.

Fetch !, the latest be applied in A.I. are derived from the quirky and experimental change arm called Microsoft Garage, can take any scene you shed at it and develop an trained guess at what dog is in the epitome. It’s facial acknowledgment but for pups.

The app, available on Web and mobile, also provides some fragments of information for each produce, discontinuing lore on a dog’s disposition, size, coat and what types of houses are best suited for each.

Fetch! differentiates the first crack at animal discovery from Microsoftprior to it, the company rolled out several apps specific for identifying information about humen. Using its neural networks scaffold, Microsoft created tools that guess a person’s age, identifies twinneds, and detects passions in facial expressions.

So how accurate is Fetch? Stick with purebred bird-dogs and it’s pretty good.

Microsoft Fetch

Mixed reproduces threw the app for a loop.

Microsoft Fetch

Dogs in disguise can beat the algorithms.

Microsoft Fetch

It didn’t do enormous with caricature dogs…

Microsoft Fetch

… though in it’s justification, Charlie B. Barkin from All Dogs Go to Heaven was technically dead and Snoopy was acting as a World War I fighter pilot, so Fetch! is rightthere are no pups to be found in those images.

Fetch! also thinks every feline is a pomeranian.

Microsoft Fetch

It might not be for felines, but Microsoft tones Fetch! isn’t just for dogsit’s for humen as well. “Just for recreation, we include a mode that would allow us to find out what hound engenders you and your friends are, ” the app description reads.

It’s smart of Microsoft to include that in its programming a room be held accountable for photographs of parties, because that’s exactly what everyone was going to heave at the app anyway. There’s simply one real practice to take advantage of that boast to the best of its ability: by throwing the remaining presidential candidates at it.

Microsoft Fetch

“Gets along with just about everyone” couldn’t be further from the truth for Ted Cruz, a follower who has managed to irritate even his closest friends in the U.S. Senate. But “eager to please” is mostly how his foe Marco Rubio described him on the campaign trail, saying he is “willing to say or do anything that are intended to win.”

Microsoft Fetch

“Face of a werewolf.” Yep, that checks out.

Microsoft Fetch

Rubio is the youngest party extending for chairwoman, so energetic and anxious fit him well. And his path to succes is in need of him to soak up voters from lesser nominees as they drop out of the hasten, which is basically preying on small-scale swine. He’s emphatically vocalhe just seems to say the same circumstance over and over again when he now open the mouth.

Microsoft Fetch

Jeb Bush( likely the inspiration for the Retrieve! mention with his Jeb! branding) is the real golden retriever here , not Ted Cruz. He’s just waiting for the voters to realize that.

Microsoft Fetch

John Kasich has been in politics for a very long time. He knows the game. Has it all precisely been an ongoing distraction to keep him from rending up tissues in the trash bin?

Microsoft Fetch

Bernie Sanders is no other candidate passing for chairman who isn’t beholden to the Big MilkBone manufacture. He wants to give every person the opportunity to be a good dog.

Microsoft Fetch

Everyone knows Hillary Clinton’s resume. They know what she’s reached and what she wants to do. But to earn the confidence of the voters, she is going to have to finally answer the issues to: is she a rough or smooth collie?

Photo via Microsoft

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