#todd i need to let you in on a secret: you can just SAY we're associated with constellation already.

[arlathen]

th. okay im only an hour in so i hate to pass judgment. but "you touched a magic space rock so you have to join the Plot Faction" very genuinely sounds like the joke answer to "how should we start our space video game". also mass effect did this better fifteen years ago.

[aangelinakii]

JASON TODD ABC'S

note : so sorry i've been inactive ! it was the summer hols and i was in greeecececee and i've gone back to college so i couldn't really be asked 😭

A is for... Affection ! (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

at the beginning of a relationship, i can't see jason being physically affectionate at all, like at all. he will be super hesitant to initiate anything, and if you initiate anything, he'll be too scared to fuck it up anyway. after some time, i feel he could get a bit anxious if not having some reassurance, and can become a bit clingy at times oops. i don't think he's super physically affectionate anyway, but he can be a sucker for a good cuddle, and he definitely uses his words to express his gratitude and affection, and may be an acts of service guy, too.

B is for... Best Friend ! (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

jason is the greatest best friend, and we're talking completely platonic here. he's super supportive, kind, generous. if you ask him to be somewhere, like a game meet if you're sporty or a gig if you're musical, he'll be there. probably the first one there and the last one out, too. he knows your favourite everything and your least favourite everything. but is also probably super annoying,, a dry texter and changing the meaning of your words to an innuendo just to watch you scowl.

C is for... Cuddles ! (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

after a long patrol i can see jason getting comfy in bed or under a blanket on the couch with his significant other. it's the best way to wind down, but i think he will only feel comfortable cuddling if he's already super exhausted or run down, or even just feeling a bit likeee needing some reassurance.

D is for... Domestic ! (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i think he needs to be SUREEE with someone before he settles down. even at least 6-7 months DATING to move in (but that doesn't mean he won't act like he's living with you already, constantly sleeping round and hanging round once you're off work). and ik a lot of people think jason would think about marriage super early because he'd know super early, and get the ring super early, but personally i don't think he's risking anything.

when it comes to cooking, if you've read one of my fics (shameless promo :P) you'll know i think jason todd is a secret chef. and i think he'd be pretty clean when sharing a place with someone. alone, however ?? he'll throw his shirts around the place, and his socks, do all the stuff he'd get annoyed about a partner doing around him. but he'd be more mindful when living with someone, and he'd never let stuff hang around for too long

E is for... Ending ! (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

it would probably be because of something about boundaries. i would hope everybody reading this is totally normal about people having boundaries, but if you aren't then that would be it. tbh i think he would feel too bad about breaking up with someone, so if it was that bad, he would try EVERYTHING to get broken up with instead. because at that point he is not in it anymore he doesn't care, but it would actually be a huge relief.

F is for... Fiancé ! (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

slow burn. he needs to be sure. so so super duper sure. jason has been through a lot, i think he wouldn't want to risk anything at all. he's aware people can lie, but he's the son of gotham's best detective, and if he can wear you out long enough, your true colours will show. not saying he's an asshole, not at all, but sometimes if he's not sure, he'll be a bit cheeky at times until he knwos you're the real deal.

G is for... Gentle ! (how gentle are they?)

THE GENTLEST !!!! he's aware of his strength and would never ever even think about hurting you, so is always so conscious of how he touches you. not touch in a weird way but in a normal way 💀 feather light kisses in the morning while you sleep, his calloused fingers tracing the slope of your nose all the way over your lips and down the curve of your chin.

H is for... Hugs ! (do they like hugs? what are their hugs like?)

hugging jason todd is either like slamming into a brick wall or relaxing down on a memory foam mattress. at the beginning, because he's inexperienced, not used to it, he's just a bit stiff, nervous. but slowly he eases into it, into the comfort of being in the arms of another person and not because they're holding his dead body bye. once he's fully comfortable with physical affection, he holds on like he'll never let go, but only from time to time.

I is for... I Love You ! (how fast do they say the L word?)

standing by it, he takes longgg. he may think it sooner, but until he's sure he can properly trust you, he's keeping it in, a secret between him and his heart. he might wait to see if you say it first, because the other part of him is just scared about opening up to someone like that. if you're the same and you're also waiting, he'll wait until he's sure and take you on a really sweet date to say it. if you say it before him, however, and he's not ready, he'll let you know he appreciates it and just needs more time, but by no means doesn't feel the same way?? yk ??? and then will still plan a romantic date for him to say it. it's very momentous for him.

J is for... Jealousy ! (how jealous do they get? what do they get like when they're jealous?)

i wouldn't sayyy jealousss but more like, needs reassurance from time to time. especially more so when he's attached. when he gets like that, he'll get a bit clingy, aching for attention and assurance. on the offhand time he'll get proper jealous, it will definitely show itself as protectiveness; an arm around the shoulder or waist, eyes glancing around to glare at anyone prying, a few kisses on the side of your head.

K is for... Kisses ! (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss? where do they like to be kissed?)

jason todd's kisses are sweet and genuine and hust urrrggg gf hfjjjd kd jdisi !!!!!! he's always soft, never overstepping. i mean he can be a little ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if you want him to be but this isn't that kinda blog so we not going into detail..... and if he's going to be light and soft with you, he expects that in return. he loves feathery kisses along his face, just showing him love and affection. he likes when you're holding hands and you kiss his knuckles. in more intimate situations (DOESNT HAVE TO BE SEXUAL) he will feel really special when being kissed on his scars. it feels weird at first, but he grows to feel comfortable in vulnerability. his favourite places to kiss, however, are probably also hands and fingers, just a little fidgety thing, and the top or sides of your head :))

L is for... Little Ones ! (how are they around children?)

just the sweetest. i think in the back of his mind he'd picture himself in a family with his significant other, fit with children and everything, but he'd know not to take it too fast. god, if you even came up to him saying you wanted kids too soon he would start sweating and shaking. but if he were to ever be blessed to be a father, he would be the best. DONT get me started on him being a girl dad because he would be the best dad that little girly could ever wish for. and if he was a boy dad, he would still be cute but i don't want to be a boy mum so i try not to think about it 💀

M is for... Mornings ! (how are mornings spent with them?)

quiet and happy and safe. in three words. in the summer he won't wear a shirt and probably has a fan on, but he's still achingly warm in your arms, and smells like the soap he showered with when he returned from patrol the night before. sometimes he wakes up if he gets too hot, so the summer can be excruciating, and he slips out of bed early to prepare breakfast for you. depending on your sleeping habits, he'll either treat you in bed, or you'll sleepily trudge over to him in the kitchen and sling your arms around his waist, and share it at the table.

N is for... Nights ! (how are nights spent with them?)

when he has patrol, nights are long and waiting, but when he returns home, albeit a little stanky 💀, it's just a relief. even if he's a little beat up, needs minor medical attention, and you're tired, you'll patch him up. because he matters and he shouldn't be getting into bed with a bullet in his shoulder. that's just. not how it works. when he finally gets a night off you are doing EVERYthing to treat him to how a normal person experiences an evening; sometimes movie nights, sometimes you cook for him, sometimes you shower with him and clean him up and pamper himmm

O is for... Open ! (when would they start revealing deeper things about themselves?)

i think for surface level stuff he's a totally open book, like he'll just say stuff. walking past a clothing store "omg one time i had a jacket like that but my brother's dog started chewing on it while i was wearing it damian SET it on him so i had to take it off and he kept eating it so i dont have it anymore lol". but when talking about how he's actually died before. that will take a LONG time. he'll need a lot of trust for you, and trust doesn't just come from anywhere, especially when it's coming from jason todd.

P is for... Patience ! (what is their temper like?)

in general HORRIBLE with you ???? you are his angel, you are his everything, you could never make him mad. perhaps you have a few quirks (i won't judge) that irk him sometimes, but he is never like MAD. maybe annoyed every so often because idk you've left your socks on the couch every night this week and they were a bit stinky, or you cooked or had takeaway and didn't clean up the kitchen after, but i don't see him getting seriously mad.

Q is for... Quizzes ! (how much would they remember?)

the important things. even if you don't deem it as important, if he does, then he remembers it. that could be something like your favourite ice cream flavour, your least favourite item on the wingstop menu (can you tell i'm hungry???) but he'll even remember the one embarrassing story you told about primary school when you were laying in bed half asleep. it was funny, of course he'll remember. but of course he'll remember actual things too, like your average clothing size so if he sees something cute he can surprise you later !!

R is for... Remember ! (what is their favourite relationship moment?)

definitely has to be the first time you gave him a gift. it was his birthdqy. he didn't even know you knew his birthday ??? well he remembers telling you but he just ddin't expect it to actually be processed and taken into consideration, let alone enough to get him a present !! you'd been dating a few months at the time, and you didn't want to go overboard, but still show how much you appreciated him. you bought him a card, wrote a sweet message inside, and a fleece-lined jacket you remembered him eyeing when you went into one of the old vintage shops. best to buy it in the summer when people are looking at the t-shirts and shorts instead. he LOVES the jacket, wears it whenever he's cold, and keeps the card in the drawer of his bed stand, along with the other cards you'll inevitably gift him.

S is for... Security ! (how protective are they? what would they do to protect? how do they like to be protected?)

even without a second person to worry about, jason was constantly alert. he has multiple locks on his apartment door, on his windows, a burglar alarm that goes to his phone, a ring door bell 💀, and a bunch of weapons stashed around the flat. just in case. he sleeps with a dagger beneath his pillow without you, a pistol behind his headboard, which he keeps there even when you're sleeping round. but come on, this guy is the red hood, he can and will do anything to protect you if needs be. let's just be glad nothing's happened yet..

T is for... Try ! (how much effort would they put into a relationship?)

too much man 😭😭 but not in a bad way at all !! it's endearing, but after getting attached or even whilst getting into the groove of a relationship, he may worry if it's too much. he's got a note on his phone where he types things he wants to get you, or things he noticed you mention a lot. he makes breakfast or dinner a lot of the time, even will whip up some semi-gourmet snack because he heard your tummy grumble. he may not always be physically affectionate, but he's always trying to show you how much he appreciates you.

U is for... Ugly ! (what would be some of their bad habits?)

LMAO i think the worst thing would be how dirty his apartment can get when you're not round for a while. like i said, if it gets dirty he won't leave it like that for too long, but for like two-three days MAX it will look like those pictyres captain holt shows jake in b99 where he says one of these is your locker and the other is a garbage dump in the philippines, except they're both jake's locker. like i'm comparing jason todd to jake peralta, that's how you know it's bad. but he literally won't let you see it, or anyone see it.

maybe also a smoker, but i think just when he gets extra antsy or anxious or whatever. probably not the type to like ask for a cig at a party if others are smoking, it might be a bit of a shameful thing for him because he associates it with those darker emotions. not a leisure thing.

V is for... Vanity ! (how concerned are they with their looks?)

shaves usually i think, but doesn't mind growing out a bit of stubble if you don't mind it. usually keeps his hair shorter, sides cropped a bit and maybe a little longer on top, so he can make a mohawk when he's in the shower (not that he would tell anyone) but if he grows it out he probably gets a little wavy/curly. because of his helmet he doesn't opt for the longer hair, but if you like it he will especially grow it out. personally don't think too much about his white streak, ik a lot of people think he has one and i agree he does but i don't usually imagine him with one yk ?? but like i think he does i just don't picture him with it. and i think he can be a bit self-conscious about his scarring, but a little lovin goes a long way !

W is for... Whole ! (would they feel incomplete without you?)

i think before he becomes attached, he could survive without a significant other. he's come all this way on his own, he can do it again. maybe he would feel a bit worried about being single forever, but if that's meant to happen, maybe he just isn't the type of person to need someone. but once he's become attached, he would be so depressed if something happened to break your bond. idk if depressed is too big of a word to use in that situation but i mean like he would literally just. not be okay.

Y is for... Yuck ! (what are some of their turn-offs?)

not listening to him or respecting his boundaries for sure. when i say not listening to him, i don't mean when he like makes you do something, not that at all. i mean like if he's telling a story and someone seems disinterested, he can't deal with it he will literally never speak again. or when he expresses discomfort and it isn't listened to, just ignored, like a boundary being crossed. boundaries are definitely very big for jason.

Z is for... ZZZ ! (what are their sleeping habits?)

his habit is that he Can Not. okay not actually, actually i think it's that once he has grown attached, he does struggle to sleep apart from you. but otherwise no proper habits per se ?? i can see him running hot while he sleeps (comfortably), but is also probably a light sleeper.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"Where are you going? Look, the Titans needs us-"

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you"

"Jason, please! Where are you gonna go?? We can figure something out!"

When Jason left with Rose out of Gotham City, you were heartbroken. You kept a one-sided love hidden, thinking it would be too selfish to confess your feelings to him while he's in an unstable state of self hatred. But when Dick revealed that he killed Deathstroke's son just moments after you managed to get Jason to step away from the ledge, you almost let your secret slip when Jason was swiftly packing his things as you begged him to stay.

"Figure what out, Y/N? Huh? Why are you even staying? Almost everyone is leaving anyway, and Dick is just a liar," Jason argued, stuffing his duffle bag with whatever clothes he could find.

"Because the Titans are the only family I have! At least Gar is staying. But you don't have to leave, Jay"

"And why shouldn't I? There's nothing for me here. Everyone hates me, hell, even you probably hate me. You only got me off the roof out of pity"

"That's not true, Jason."

"Then why else would you?!"

"Because I-" You quickly stop yourself, knowing things would only become worse if your feelings were revealed. So you took a deep breath and took a second to calmed down.

"Because you're my friend, Jay. One of the best friends I ever had. And I don't want you to leave," you say quietly.

Jason stared at you for a couple of seconds before taking your hand in his. "Then come with us. You don't have to do everything Dick tells you to anymore, no more lies, no more half truths."

You sighed, "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of third wheeling you and Rose," you try to joke, but your heart actually aching at the thought. "But seriously, I don't think leaving is a good idea, especially with Deathstroke around. And being alone with his daughter, I mean-"

"Wait, what you don't trust her or something?" Jason interrupts you, taking slight offence.

"I'm just saying to be cautious, Jason. I mean, Deathstroke already kidnapped you once and-"

"And what? You think Rose is working with him? Jesus Christ, and I thought I was fucked up," He scoffs. "Y'know, Rose admired that I made it out alive from her dad. I managed to make it out alive, and you still think I'm weak?"

"Jason, I never said that!-"

"Nah, fuck this, you're just like everyone else here," Jason says, zipping his bag close and storming out the room.

"Jason!" You tried calling out, just for him to ignore.

-

"What, was it part of Daddy's training to fuck me this whole time?!" Jason yells at Rose. "I'm done with this shit," he says, grabbing his bag, starting to leave the home the two raided.

Rose quickly grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"Look, none of this was supposed to happen. It just did," she tries to tell him, but he ignores her, tearing his arm away from her grip.

"Get the fuck off me." He cries, and as if by reflex, Rose strikes a punch at him, blood quickly falling down his now broken nose.

"C'mon! Fight me! You know you want to!" She says in desperation.

Jason sends a cold stare. "Are we done?" She doesn't reply, tears building up in her eye. "We're done," he says, walking towards the door as Rose cries.

"Where are you going? Look the Titans needs us!" She calls out to him as he reaches the door.

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you," he replies, finally walking out the door with only one thing on his mind.

You.

He hailed the first cab he could find, telling the driver to head back to Gotham City.

All he could think about was how stupid he was to you. You were right, and he just left you like you were nothing. You saved him, and he treated you like dirt. You said he was your friend, and he abandoned you.

He rushed out the taxi after paying the driver, running up to the small apartment you were living at. You spent most of your time in Titan's Tower, but went back to your place when you wanted to be fully alone.

Your apartment was only big enough for one person, granted there were ants here and there, and a little mould growing in some places, but you saw it as your own place.

Jason knocked on your door three times, followed by a call of your name. He knocked again, a little louder, and a little more desperate. What if you weren't home? He couldn't go back to Titans Tower, he wasn't ready to see everyone else.

When no one answered, his shoulders slumped, and was about to walk away.

But your door opened, and you appeared on the other side, rubbing your red eyes with a fluffy blanket draped over your shoulders and your hair running wild as it was tangled and bunched all over the place.

"Jesus, who died," you say groggily, having not registered who knocked on your door.

Jason's eyes brightened as he returned to the front of your door.

"Y/n.." He softly called out. You stopped rubbing your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes widening as you couldn't believe Jason was standing right in front of you.

"Jason.." You replied, not knowing what to say. "How have you- uhm.. D'you wanna come in?" You awkwardly offered, Jason nodding as you stepped aside for him to walk in.

You directed him towards the couch. "Uh.. do you want something to drink or..."

"No." Jason quickly replies. "I- I just needa talk to you."

You nod, walking over to sit beside him on the couch.

"So.."

"I'm sorry," he says, looking at you with those glassy eyes. "You were right. Rose was spying on me, working with Deathstroke, you were right. I should've listened to you, I should've stayed. Just- just say I told you so and-"

You interrupted Jason by lunging towards him, blanket falling off as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're back," you said, your voice muffled.

Jason sits there in shock, slowly wrapping his arms around your middle. "You- You're not mad?"

You pull away, "Why would I be mad?" You ask, hands boldly reaching up to hold his face.

"Why wouldn't you be! I treated you like shit! I didn't listen to you, then I just left! How could not hate me?" He says in an outburst.

All you do is sigh and look away.

"What? What is it?" Jason asks.

"It's because I love you, Jay," you finally confess. Jason's eyes widened and was left speechless. All he could do was lean closer as his gaze shift down to your lips.

You lightly chuckle as you olace a hand against his chest to stop him.

"Stop. You're only doing that because of guilt," You say.

But Jason shakes his head. "No. No, I don't believe I am," he replies. "You've no idea how much I wanted this. Ever since you joined the team, I promise you."

You sighed. "Listen, you just parted ways with Rose, I don't actually think you-"

"A chance," he interrupts. "Give me a chance to show you how much I care for you. How much I feel the same for you. Take you out on dates, give you flowers, whatever. Just a chance, and if you still don't believe it, fine, I leave you be. But a chance is all I beg for."

You look down at your fiddling fingers, eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether or not he's telling the truth.

"One chance," you say. "One chance and one chance only. If you screw this up, then that's that."

Yeah I didn't really know how to finish it off, like I had the idea for the start but didn't know how to make the rest of the story so its pretty shit, but at the same time, its 2am so whatevah

Jason smiles, bringing you in for a tight embrace. "You won't regret it, I promise you, mama."

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Ten: White Noise

Laney seemed to sleep heavily the next day, which Clark didn't seem to mind. Laney made a soft noise, opened his mouth, and he turned over on his side. "Laney?" Clark whispered gently, and Laney muttered something incoherently. "Laney?"

Lois knocked and poked her head in the door. "Is he still asleep?" Lois whispered. Clark nodded. "Lane? Lane, it's Mom." Laney rolled over onto his back and took his mask off. "Today's the day, Cricket. You ready to go home?"

Laney stretched out and yawned. "Today's Tuesday?" Laney asked. Clark nodded, and Lois gave Laney his bag with his clothes in them. "I'm gonna get dressed." Clark stretched out and followed Lois out of the room to allow Laney some time to get dressed.

Laney got out of bed and closed the curtain. He took a moment to sit at the foot of the bed and tie his shoes before he heard someone knock on the door. "I'm dressed," Laney answered, "Just putting my shoes on." Conner came in, and Laney pulled up his socks before standing up. Conner stood there for a while, and he embraced his brother. Laney stood there in shock for a few seconds before hugging Conner back. "I'm getting out of the hospital today, not going back."

"I know... I just—. It's nice to see you in your regular clothes," Conner shrugged. Laney smiled and stretched out his legs as he opened the curtain.

"Sounds like I've finally found a shirt I own that you like," Laney joked.

Shortly after Laney was discharged to the hospital, Clark took Laney home in his car. Lois and his brothers followed behind in Conner's car. "Laney, can you do something for me?" Clark asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Laney asked.

"Tell your brother that you appreciate him. You don't have to word it like that, but you could just—." Laney nodded.

"I can do that... Wait, which brother, and why?" Laney asked.

"Conner. You promise?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "And I'm not going to go into detail, but this takes a toll on him... The hospitals."

"He never told me—."

"He told me, and I don't want you to mention it to him. He didn't say it to hurt you or say you're a burden," Clark explained, "I think he was trying to say that there were a lot of bad memories of you being sick when you boys were little."

Laney ran a hand through his hair. "I'll tell him... I'll probably let him stay over for the weekend, make him dinner or something," Laney replied. Clark smiled.

"Thank you, Laney," Clark whispered. Laney tapped on the dashboard with his nails. "I'm glad we got to talk this weekend... Are we okay?" Laney nodded.

"Yeah, we're okay," Laney took a deep breath, "Dad, this was nice. I mean, aside from having to go to the emergency room and spending four days in the coronary care unit, spending time with you guys was really nice." A big smile spread across Clark's face.

"If you ever want to talk about anything else, just let me know," Clark replied.

"Actually, I have two questions. Did you finish your article, and will you keep me updated on Christopher and the tennis thing?" Laney asked.

"In order, I emailed it to you, and of course. I know your mom's very excited about him being interested in a sport," Clark smiled.

After Clark pulled into the lot, they followed Laney up to his apartment and greeted his roommate before saying their goodbyes. Laney asked Conner to stay for a little while longer and have breakfast with him.

"I'd love to stick around, but I have class. Get some rest, Lane," Sylvia smiled, "And it's nice seeing you again, Conner."

As soon as the door shut, Conner chuckled. "She's a joy to be around... How does she live with you?" Conner asked.

"Kon... Thanks for staying with me when I was in the hospital," Laney thanked his brother. Conner opened Laney's fridge and grabbed a box of frozen waffles.

"Do you guys separate your things or—?"

"I want three waffles," Laney interrupted, "And did you hear me like two seconds ago?"

"Did Dad tell you to thank me? Because I'm fine... Really," Conner replied.

"I mean, it's okay if you're not. I know you had to reschedule a gig because of me. You haven't slept in a bed since Friday night because of me, and I know you never once complained about any of it," Laney whispered, "Frankly, it'd be nice if you did just a little complaining."

"Laney, I don't want to complain. Also, I don't care about any of that stuff. I just don't like hospitals," Conner replied.

"Conner, I really don't get what's wrong... I wouldn't have made you stay—."

"I know that. I wanted to stay. I didn't get to stay when we were kids," Conner mumbled as he put the waffles in the oven. "I guess I just wanted you to know that I was there." Laney punched him in the shoulder.

"Love you," Laney laughed as Conner rubbed his arm.

"You're a fucking terrible person," Conner laughed. Laney chuckled as he went through the fridge and grabbed a can of iced tea. "Lane, do you remember being sick the first time?"

"I remember telling you that I was going to eat you, and you started crying. That was hilarious," Laney snickered, "And I sort of recall that you were convinced that I was a ghost for like a week after I came home."

"I was four, and to be fair, the one time I saw you when you were in the hospital, you were asleep," Conner explained, "Can I have one of those?" Conner pointed to Laney's iced tea.

"This is the last one... But you know that, huh?" Laney asked as he passed Conner his can to let him have a sip.

After breakfast, Conner watched tv for a few hours with Laney until Laney noticed Conner falling asleep sitting up. "Hey, you don't have to sit up with me until Sylvia comes back... You'll be here until a while."

Conner ran a hand over his face. "I know you don't like to be by yourself... I can stay-."

"Conner, I'm fine. Sylvia has a date and a life, and I suppose you have at least one of those things. I'm fine," Laney interrupted, "Go on, I'm sure Tim misses you."

"Trust me, he wouldn't mind missing me for one more night," Conner joked.

"Kon, I'm trying to kick you out... I was gonna invite Jason over," Laney confessed.

"Wait, are you for real?" Conner asked. Laney nodded. "Cool. Call him."

"Yeah, so... You can go home now," Laney laughed.

Conner got up and paused before turning and saying, "You know you can't—."

"I know. I'm just asking Jason to spend the night, nothing else," Laney interrupted, "Besides, imagine having to explain that to Mom and Dad. Are you leaving?"

Conner laughed and let himself out. "Bye, old man," he joked as he shut the door.

After Conner left, Laney texted Jason to ask if he was out of class, and in return, he received a call. "No, I'm not in class... What's up?" Jason answered. Laney chuckled. "What?"

"I didn't think you'd call instead of texting back... Do you wanna come over? I mean, like spend-the-night-in-my-room kind of come over," Laney clarified. Jason cleared his throat.

"Like we share a bed?" Jason asked.

"Yeah! I mean like, alternatively, my dad left the air mattress if you're uncomfortable with—."

"I'm not uncomfortable with it. I just— I've never—... I haven't—."

"Jason, I didn't have that kind of sleeping together in mind. I just meant you and me going to sleep in the same bed... Also, I can't do much more than that for like a month and a half, or my doctor will kill me," Laney joked, "Or maybe my heart will. It's one of those." Jason chuckled.

"So, you want me to come over and sleep in your bed? Like, do you want me to bring pajamas?" Jason asked, his voice only half-serious.

"I don't really have anything that'll fit you, but I don't mind what you wear."

"You do realize this doesn't count as a date, right?" Jason asked.

"I know, I've got something way better planned for our next actual date—."

"You're saying next time as if we've actually been on an actual date before," Jason interrupted. Laney smiled and kicked his feet up on the couch.

"That's your interpretation, and I'm okay with that. So, are you coming over?" Laney asked. "I can come and pick you up."

"I'll get a ride there... Why does everyone assume I have such a terrible time getting around without a car? It's Gotham. Where am I gonna go?" Jason asked.

"Why don't you have a car?" Laney asked.

"I don't really go anywhere... Besides, I like walking at night. It helps me clear my head, and if your apartment's too far, I can get a ride there," Jason answered Laney.

Laney leaned forward and texted Jason the address. "Did you eat yet?" Laney asked.

"Nuh-uh... I mean, I had lunch, but I was kind of gonna have a glass of milk and call it a night—."

"That's not gonna fly. See you at seven-thirty," Laney interrupted and hung up before ordering food. He turned the tv on and took a shower while he waited for his doorbell to ring, and he put on his pajamas.

Gus came out of Laney's room and started whining. "Oh, sweet boy, I'm sorry. I know I was gone for a long time," Laney whispered as he picked Gus up, "But I know your Auntie Sylvie took such good care of you, and it smells like she gave you a bath." Gus purred as Laney walked around looking for something. "Do you know what I'm looking for?" The doorbell rang. "You're right. I'm looking for money." Laney answered the door and asked the man to hold on while he looked for his wallet. He put Gus down and walked around the apartment, looking for the bag of things he had when he left the hospital. He found it sitting next to his bed and let out a sigh of relief before paying for his food.

As soon as he moved to close the door behind the deliveryman, he heard Jason's voice, and he reopened the door. "Hey," Jason smiled. Laney greeted Jason with a peck on the cheek and put the food on the counter. "Laney? You didn't have to order—."

"You didn't eat dinner. The least I can do is make sure you eat something before you go to sleep at my place," Laney replied as he washed his hands and pulled two plates out of the cupboard. "You still like Italian hot dogs, right?" Jason nodded.

"How do you remember that?" Jason asked. "I had Italian hot dogs with you maybe once."

"I remember specifically because you never shut up about how it's the only good hot dog," Laney replied. He took the food out of the bag and put the neatly wrapped food on plates. Jason sat on the couch next to Gus, and Gus purred and rubbed his face against the back of Jason's hand.

"Who is this?" Jason asked as he held him.

"That is Gus Gus. He's my son. I've had him for like a month-and-a-half now," Laney replied, "Do you want something to drink? Like maybe some juice or something?"

Jason shook his head. "Where's your roommate?" Jason asked.

"She has a date tonight, so I don't think she's coming home... You can sit down on the couch," Laney answered and gave Jason his plate. Jason sat on the couch and waited for Laney to sit down.

Laney sat down and gave Jason the remote before he started eating. "Laney, I was just thinking... Remember when I slept over at your house for the first time, and I was scared because I'd never been outside of Gotham without my dad?" Jason asked.

"Are you telling me that you're nervous?" Laney asked seriously.

"No, well, yeah... But, remember what you did?" Jason asked.

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me," Laney answered, his mouth half-full.

"You put a blanket in the dryer, and when you came back, you threw it over me and told me to go to bed," Jason laughed. Laney smiled and covered his mouth as he finished chewing, and he took a sip of water.

"You did go to sleep, though. I stayed up until I knew for sure you were asleep... Also, you really don't have to be nervous about spending the night. If I'm being honest, I just didn't want to be alone," Laney confessed, and he took his pinky to wipe the corner of Jason's mouth.

"Stop," Jason laughed, not realizing Laney was staring at him. Laney took a napkin and wiped his hands and mouth before pressing a kiss to Jason's cheek. Jason's ears grew hot, and he swallowed his food. "What was that for?"

Laney shrugged. "I hope you don't mind..." Laney trailed off. Jason finished eating and wiped his hands on a napkin.

"Laney, how come you never tell me what you're thinking?" Jason asked. Laney put his food down and turned to Jason, even putting his feet up on the couch.

He cocked his head and looked at Jason for a moment before saying, "Isn't it obvious?" Laney asked. Jason chuckled.

"No, not exactly," Jason replied.

"I don't really have words for what I'm thinking. I'm just happy you're here. You were never one for using your words anyways," Laney whispered. After they finished eating, Laney cleaned up and washed his hands in the kitchen sink. Jason took his pajamas out of his bag as Laney pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

After Jason's shower, he sat on the couch with Laney, and they watched the news. "I think that guy lives on my floor... Hm," Jason mumbled.

Laney's eyes grew heavy, and he lay back and rested his head on Jason's lap. Jason played with Laney's hair, and Jason whispered, "You're still tired, huh?" Laney opened one eye and cracked a smile.

"Are you making fun of me?" Laney mumbled.

"Depends. Are you pretending to be tired so you can get me to go back to your room?" Jason asked. Laney yawned. "Okay, you win." Laney sat up and led Jason to his room, where he pulled his bedsheets back and let Jason climb into bed first. He went through his bag from the hospital, and he opened a box. Jason propped up on his elbows and asked Laney where he should plug up his phone. Laney took his phone and plugged it next to his before going back to assembling the mask from the box.

He plugged in a small box behind his bed and placed the mask over his nose. For a while, they both lay on their backs in silence, listening to the airflow of Laney's CPAP machine. "I-is this too much noise?" Laney asked. Jason turned over toward Laney and threw his arm over him.

Jason murmured something unintelligible and pushed his face into Laney's shoulder. After a while, the warmth of Jason's body caused Laney to drift off to sleep. Both men slept peacefully, and as the morning came, neither of them would admit it, but it was the best sleep they'd had in a long time.

[storiesgamesandmore]

The Monster Within

Jason

I made my way down to the bat cave; Bruce, Alfred, and the rest were already there. Bruce called for an emergency meeting, something about new criminals in Gotham. "We got word that there are some new faces in the villain underground. No names to match, but I'm sure if we "ask" around, people will start talking," I heard Tim say as he pulled up a few images. I looked up dumbfounded. In one of the images, two figures were walking beside Poison Ivy and Penguin. Both were black women and around the same height. The voluptuous curly-haired one wore a white button-down, long-sleeve shirt underneath a black velvet corset and black leather pants with combat boots; the smaller one with straight hair wore a skin-tight black dress with heels. Both wore black floor-length coats. "They haven't been doing much so far. I heard that they're opening up a club," Babs said. Dick replied, That would explain why the Penguin is there, trying to collect money, I suppose?"

At some point, I tuned everyone out. The more I looked at the screen, the more my body started to ache, started to remember. A hand grip my shoulder, "Jason, you ok ?" I turned to find Bruce looking at me, worried. "Yeah, I'm good," I shrug his hand off, "their clubs gonna open in a few months, in Sandy Hooks near the stadium. I heard there are a lot of meet up's happening. Should we crash the party?" I walked out before anyone had a chance to answer. Even with backup or not, I'd decided that I had to go to see if she was here. I needed to know for myself.

Zamir

"We shouldn't have come to Gotham," I said, "Let alone go into business with Penguin." My sister, Zara, turned to face me and said, "I thought that this is what you wanted; you know the old saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I rolled my eyes," yes, but I could have meant that differently, like snooping around in his club." After a couple of hours of back and forth, the fat man finally arrived with five goons, all carrying firearms but one holding a briefcase. The man set the case on the table and opened it, revealing filed documents. I placed my case on the table, opened it revealing cash, and turned it towards Penguin.

Penguin pulled the documents out along with a pen and signed the bottom. He passed the pen along to my sister, and she signed. Before I took the pen, I stated, "Just so we're clear, by signing these documents, you're giving us partial ownership of these nonexisting clubs to run them however we please. Nothing will be traced back to you and your crew. Everything will be in our name. Once the five years are up, you can keep the clubs or give them to us. Understood?" With a wide grin and chuckle, Penguin nodded yes. I signed at the bottom; it may sound like we are giving him a deal or he's scamming us, but it's quite the opposite. We do this because men like him are always sloppy, so sloppy that they always leave something of value behind or out in the open, whether it be money or dirty little secrets. He took the money and left, and my sister took the file and left for home; I stayed at the construction sight for a while, roaming around, trying to get an image of what the club would look like. I sat on a wood pile, pulled out a cigar, and set it in my mouth. I was trying to find a match when I heard, "I thought you hated smoking."

That voice. How long has it been since I heard that voice? How long has it been since I've seen that face? I turned to find those same blue eyes with a hint of green, the same scar on his face. Jason Todd, the Arkham Knight turned Red Hood, from threatening Gotham to vigilante defender. There he is, beautifully broken, Jason Todd. He made his way towards me, trapping me between him and the wood. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, I lean into him, kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He lifted me and held me. Our tounges fought for dominance, tasting one another as if we had forgotten how the other tasted. He pulled my coat off as I did his. My hands moved from his neck to his face to his hair, grabbing it. One of his hands never left my ass, but the other made his way to the back of my corset, uniting it or at least attempting to. We parted for air, and he whispered in my ear, "I hate this fucking corset." He bit down on my neck, and I whimpered.

We moved to the wall sometime later; my hands were above my head, my corset finally off, and our lips intertwined once more. No more of the wild, demanding kisses and groping; these kisses were passionate and gentle yet tender. We broke apart; I removed my legs from Jason's waist, but he didn't let go of my hands nor back away from me. We just stood there, devouring each other with our eyes. Reminiscing on the past and what could have been. Jason was the first to speak, "I see you're still doing business with your sister." I rolled my eyes, of course, starting off with my sister. "Yes, I see you haven't killed Batman," I rebuttal. He snorted and released my hands, stepping back.

"Why are you here, and what the hell are you doing with Poison Ivy and Cobblepot?" he asked with disgust. I smirked, "We got word of Penguin's men trying to take over some clubs in the city, a friend of ours had gone missing, and their club was set on fire. All evidence point to him, so we came to investigate, do business, and wreak a little havoc. What you just saw was Penguin signing his life away to us, and don't worry, I won't kill him. Yet." "So you plan on cleaning his bank accounts, exposing him, and throwing him to the cops? So just a regular Wednesday night for you, huh? He asked. I grabbed my coat from the ground, pulled out a flash drive, and handed it to him. "This is all the evidence that we have gathered so far." He took it and put it in his pocket. "Why are you still doing business with your sister?"

"She's my family."

"Cut the bullshit-"

"I trust her."

"You and I both know that is a lie."

"She's all that I've got."

"You also had me."

"Did I? As far as I remember, you were too busy being The Arkham Knight, gathering reinforcements, and making deals with numerous criminals to take revenge on Batman."

"That's rich coming from you. Your sister tried to kill you, sell you, and burn your empire to the ground."

"She has her faults, but she wasn't in her right mind. She thought I betrayed her."

"By having a boyfriend? Jesus Christ, still sticking up for her as usual."

Jason walked over to me, pulled out a tracker, and handed it to me. He took my hand and led me to his motorcycle. He gave me a helmet to put on and drove me to his house.

We arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned building, but I knew better. The inside did not match the exterior; a very simple, modern loft. The interior was black and grey with hints of earth undertones. When entering, you were met with the living room; One wall consists of bookshelves that reach the ceiling. Another wall had a large television with shelves all around it, composed of DVDs of tv shows, movies, games, and consoles. Behind that was the kitchen, which was just as wide as the living room. There was a set of double doors on each side of the room. I assumed one was his bedroom, and the other was the bathroom, but I was mistaken when he threw a spare key, which I caught. He sat down on the couch.

"I want you to say here for tonight."

"Jason-"

"I have a guest bedroom on the other side, with its own bathroom."

"I don't think-"

"We need to talk - "

"I know -"

"Not just about your deal with Penguin."

"Can we not do this right now?"

I sat a few inches away from him, throwing my coat and corset between us; he joined in by placing his helmet and jacket down. Deciding that we were both too tired to fight, we took off our shoes and many weapons on our person. Jason directed me to the guest room, but I went to his room.

His room matches the interior of the living room and kitchen. The room was set up with a platform, which held a bed, closet, and another set of doors. The bathroom and sitting area were kept at the same level as the house. Jason came in after me with a towel and cloth in hand and sat them beside me. "I'm heading in the shower first," he stated as he walked off.

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

"All we know is jeans"

"Actually none of that fur is from animals... its all from... mustaches"

"I think her name could just BE Melissa"

"How could you do this to me? I was your loyal apple servant... and you turned me into a danm sword"

"This is my loft, it is also a prison"

"Lets just turn the ethnicities up. He is all ethnicities all at once"

"Its like his mustache has a mustache riding in it like an exo suit"

"A FULL FACE IS JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED. IM DAZ... HOLY CHRIST"

"HES A HUMAN LAVA LAMP"

"I dont wanna smell what ive been doing" "on the coartz... did you say course? On the corch" "on the kornk" "out on the gro- out of the jeolf gortch"

"Did not golf!... failed to golf!"

"We can give this human boy an icecream paint job"

"Im gonna teleport you to the no crime Dairy Queen"

"IM ABOUT TO DAIRY QUEEN THAT THING OUT OF THE FUCKING SKY"

"I feel like this character has changed... now hes not so much a crime stopper as he is a dairy queen salseman"

"YOU THREW OFF THE ANGLE OF MY DANGLE"

"MOVE YOUR GIANT PIZZA ASS"

"We need a name" "how about New America" *names it Good America* "perfect"

"Im gonna put some flames on this ass eyed dog"

"Im the sequal to dogs! I need your eyes, fat slug!"

*gasp* "theres a good boy" "there's my good boy!"

"We're taking a new approach to minions... what if they were horrible and had no eyes... bæñåņã"

"What i like about him most is that hes looking up at god"

"THE LEGS DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO IT"

"Its like you got nipple suspenders"

"I don't think it should tell me if i do or dont eat boy"

"IM GONNA SEND THIS DOG TO SPACE"

"No one should have to behold that" "nooo... not me, not you, not god"

"WAIT CAN WE GET AN IMMEDIATE REPLAY ON THAT CAUSE IM PRETTY SURE HE JUST EXPLODED MY WIFE"

"Heres the shrek sex scene youve always wanted but that dreamworks is too afraid to give you"

"THIS GAME IS GARBAGE FROM A TOILET"

"Oh that scamp... he tried to kill our baby again"

"We can say one of them is Shrek, one of them is Fiona, and one of them is Shrek's brother... Garje"

" did you just say my friend TO-TO-RO??... My dad Totino" "my niece garbanzo"

"Who is pigeon?" "Im sorry, who is pigeon!?" "Who is this???"

" I MISS MY ARM BONES... *misses at frisbee* SHIT... i blame that one on the lack of bones"

"Shes gonna turn that Fresca into biking energy"

"This is inconvenient at bathroom time"

"If you see guy, call the pervert police"

"This is a hot topic toilet mistake"

"It dont know cant" "it simply dont know cant"

"JUSTIN HES PUNCHING ALL MY BLOOD OUT"

"Got to go make my bed and then go do a murder"

"Oh jesus" "oh boysers"

"I heard there was a deempis party going on"

"Now take a look at those peepers and then you tell me..."

"Fast food... you have head... AIRPLANES"

"AH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK. CYBER BALKI???"

"Guess what? Ill turn you into a fucking baby if you're not careful"

"No thats the crime frog!"

"Well with every piece of meat that i eat, i dont want to have to stop and be like... did this guy write a book?"

"How many 4 arm woman persons do you know?!"

"STUNK IN BOPX PLEASE... low on nups"

"Can i hit you with Riddle Me Piss?"

"Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one and down did come, hickory dickory dock. What am i?" "A mouse?" "No dumb shit!" "What is it?" "... the guillotine!"

"400 HORSE POWER WOULD DESTROY THE GALAXY"

"Now why would you let us change the fin color? You know what fin is made out of. Its made out of the rest of him"

"right now I'm trying to fucking nose-scope a rhino out of the sky"

"i like that. kind of a hair diaper"

"no Justin, you're not a wrestling fan, not like me, a real wrestling fan- you gotta grab the orb! you have to grab the orb. it's the secret"

"is this what you think of west virginny i-in-ins?"

"are people still sixty nining out there?" "not... legally"

"the gaME CRASHED- TODD DAMMIT"

"that slime burger's in hell, and that's the fucking dalema"

"non negotiable means nothing to you, Griffin, don't act like it does"

Mcelroy quotes

"OH GOD OH FUCK HES GONNA EAT MY BONES" "YOUR TOUCAN BONES"

"Toucan Dan the spooky badooky toucan man"

"Listen kids, people are gonna try to give you guns all the time, but theyre no cool. Listen to Toucan Dan. Chili dogs"

"I wish we had lorenzo music on call" "i think he passed away" "... i wish we had lorenzo music on the planet, then"

"WELCOME TO THE STARSHIP FUTURE TIMES"

"I come for you in the sleeping hours!"

"Is he your son or your husband?" "My sonsband"

"Can i be strong?" "I think you are strong" "no i need to be stronger... like king of the universe strong"

"Gonna put you in this prison toilet... cause thats what you are, you're a stink man" "garbage boy" "garbage boy stink man"

"She looks like a human goldfish"

"No eyelids??? WHY IS THAT AN OPTION!? YOU NEED THOSE"

"Hey whats going on in here??" "NOTHING, TRASH HULK. ME AND METAL HUSBAND ARE COOKING YOU A MEAL WHICH I WILL FEED YOU IN BABY BOTTLE CAUSE YOU. ARE. MAN. BABY"

*types in "pam the existence eater"*

"COME TO ME MY SHAUN-STER"

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY VERY LITTLE HUSBAND!?"

"Hes not my love child anyways. My love child is like, a can of peas back at home"

"HES LIKE A ROTTISERIE CHICKEN"

"HAVE YOU BEEN TO MY FOREST OF SONS??"

"Did you literally do anything to trigger that?" "I tried to turn everyone into dogs and i get why the game wouldn't like that!"

"HONEY I SHRUNK THE YOU"

*types in "set underwear to no"*

"The force of these things being birthed from my womb is gonna push me through the ceiling"

"HES LIKE A HUMAN BOTTLE OF OLIVE OIL"

"I want his soul in a jar so i can put it on my desk"

"OH... YEAAAAH GHOST DAD"

"My boy Stevo's gonna drink an alligator's weener"

"Please stop throwing me off if tall shit"

"Having been recon- dont- pit- stop- throw- dont- throw- if you- dont- stop- throw-"

"You're on some next level shit. I gotta start throwing my children"

"Great bones, man" "thats a high quality set of bones in that goblin"

"You ready to make some genuine wrestle boys?"

"My perfect baseball son"

"I CAN SEE HIS MOUTHY MOUTH GUMMY WORKS"

"Aw beans, i look like a real goober"

"Thats true... thats a real good point griffin, i guess ive never blamed god for rats before"

"Holy shit... LOOK AT RAT BABY'S MADDEST HOPS"

"I dont knwo what you want me- i goofed up very good"

"This isnt my grandpa's Dark Souls" "no its your grandma's Dark Souls if your grandma is a witch that hangs out behind the Arby's"

"Hey dude? Your desk is pizza. Like, i dont want to tell you how to do your thing... but your desk is pizza"

"That movie is piss... that movie is piss. End of sentence, end of thought"

"It looks like you're falling into a portal that is a man"

"Hey guys, its president Obama. Ive been watching the entire time, and no"

"Thats my hero wood"

"He looks like a skin diaper"

"Like if Bill Nye amd Bill Nye had a baby with a mushroom. What would that look like? And the answer is a sad dinosaur"

"JUSTIN, THE BLOOD DINOSAUR IS BACK"

"I cant believe i have to play this normal!"

".... HOW DID THAT GIVE ME MORE PANTS!?"

"Youve taken me to two sex dungeons amd this is the worst place youve taken me so far! Its full of demons and it crashes my computer!"

"Im gonna get some poppy corn" "no we cannot stay here" "im staying and im getting some fucking poppy corn"

"Tonino's, i was possessed by the bad chair"

"I think these two people are about to have sex- should we go? Should we go? Should we go? Should we go? I just shot myself off the space station"

"I just clicked on your wings and it asked me if i wanted to finger your wings??" "Where are you?" "I think im in hell?"

"Theres so much nudity in Second Life! Its like 🎶everywhere you look there's a breast or three🎶" "🎶on the same person🎶"

"Oh god the anime vagina's back... its right next to a place called Muddy Country"

"I lost what makes the boy mayer a boy mayer... now he just kinda looks like a man mayer"

"I hope thats not disconcerning for them... to see a skateboarding pizza man and a trash boy"

*types into chat "pizza crime is eternal"*

"I just made myself kinda a boy hat?" "Well the good news is, now she has a reason to drink"

"WHATS UP EVERYBODY, I THINK DOGS SHOULD VOTE"

"I just told them i think its so progressive that they let skateboarders in and they booted me"

" ive made kinda a pizza party prison- like a personal panned pizza party prison?"

"The music is actually so loud im kinda having a panic attack" "to southern country?" "Yeah"

"I simply cant" "you can't?" "Not with the Bart"

"Someone has a sign with trump holding all the chaos emeralds"

[martyrsex]

JASON TODD x READER

a/n: hello, i'm back again! well, this is a very silly cliche, but i really wanted to post something - even if it's a very silly cliche.

summary: reader and jason end up in the middle of a cabin. it's cold outside, snow preventing them from getting out. they need to spend the night, and - uh oh, only one bed.

Cabin.

"My fingers are gonna fall off. I'm losing my fingers." Jason laughs at the dramatic way she states that, while working on the fire. She sits in the carpet behind him. He can feel her eyes penetrating the back of his head.

"Not letting you lose your fingers, don't worry." As the fire finally gets steady, Jason let go of the stick and tilts his head. Her soft features are painted by the orange light, and she blows air on her fingers, trying to warm them.

He feels cold himself, the wind passing through the wood walls and threatening the fire he battled to keep alive. He gets up, her eyes following his steps, analyzing the cabin they ended up for the night. In the middle of north Russia.

"I'm amused about how you know this place." He states, questioning himself about her unusual - yet convenient - knowledge of places that are just perfect for their just as unusual job. In resume, she has the key to a bunch of small, secret cabins around the world.

"I have a lot of... contacts. Networking is everything, I guess."

She gets up, dragging the huge blanket behind her. They had no clue of time, and the storm outside discarded every option of leaving the small house soon.

"We'll have to stay for the night. Maybe more than one. There's food?"

"Yeah. A lot of canned crap, probably - I'm gonna look in the kitchen." Her and the stupid blanket leave him alone, and he takes the opportunity to search for any kind of weapons. None.

The cabin seemed out of a Ghibli movie. Small, in the middle of a soft, new snow. If it wasn't for this mysterious contact of hers, they would've freezed to death. The wood was of a dark brown, yellow flashing lights - as if a stronger breath was enough to shove them into darkness. Is comforting, in a way. Quiet.

"So, there is a lot of canned crap, as usual." He hums, acknowledging her information. She keeps talking;

"But is not a lot, so we should probably save it for tomorrow."

"That's fine. I'm not really hungry." Jason sits on the bed, sheets strangely clean for a place so unused. Everything was oddly clean, he realizes.

She sits besides him, eyes lost in thoughts. Jason was familiarized with the way she retreats inside her mind, sometimes being awfully quiet for long periods of time. As if she wasn't really there. He knows the feeling too well - ghosts of the past sneaking in unpredictable moments. He normally would respect her space, leaving her alone to deal with wathever was going inside her mind, but is impossible to do that now. He needs her; they need to figure a way to get out of here.

"Hey," his hand touches her shoulder, shaking it at the most gentle way, "we need to plan how we're reaching the others, so they can get us out."

Her eyes snap, as if she just woke up from a dream. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

Jason decides then, this is not working. "We should go to bed. Tomorrow we need to find a way to contact Bruce."

Scratching her eyes, she nods. "Right. Sleep seems good."

It's not the first time he has to share bed with someone. He did it with Roy, with his brothers, with Artemis. When living in the street, he shared his shitty mat with strangers. And many of them stole it from him, if that counts for anything. The point is, he was used to share space.

So Jason doesn't understand why his heart races so fast now. He is nervous. The bed isn't exactly big, far from it, and the coldness outside obliges them to keep close. He tries to not touch, keeping his back against hers, staring at the wall. The low fire now being the only light, and yet he felt overwhelmed with clarity; overwhelmed with how sensitive his skin is towards every movement she does.

She turns around, facing his large shoulders, and her breath in the back of his neck arouses shivers in his arms. "Jason, are you awake? I'm freezing."

He tilts his head, enough to look at her upon his shoulder, "I'm awake. Do you want me to check if there's any other blanket?"

She refuses the offer with a shake of her head, "I already did. There's none."

The fire light made her eyes glow, and he felt like those thoughts of her - being stared mercilessly at, unable to hide. He sighs, searching any other way to warm her, but his mind only perceives one.

"I can - I can warm you, if you really need it." He curses at himself for stuttering at such a silly phrase, aware this is just so she doesn't get cold. Assuring himself it's a mere necessity, nothing else, and there's no need for his heartbeat to increase. Clark is probably able to hear it from Metropolis.

"That would be... convenient. But if it makes you uncomfortable, there's no -"

"It doesn't. It's fine." She smiles at that, and his cheeks redden at the hurry the words left his mouth. Jason hopes she doesn't realize the color in his face isn't because of the soft lights emerging from the fire.

He turns around, face in front of hers, hands not daring to touch yet. Her mouth is slightly apart, and he fights against an urge to look at those soft lips. The question of how they must feel against his own invading his mind, how would she react if he decided to taste them. If he choosed a different way to warm her.

"Jason?" His eyes trail up again.

"Yeah?" Adorable smile; a chuckle leaving her throat.

"I'll turn around so you can... You know, not let me freeze to death." Before waiting for an answer, her face vanishes in the darkness, soft hair taking it's place. He acts on his word, strong hands bringing her close to him by the hips. Jason dares to rest one of them in her belly; feeling a much smaller hand holding his own, her thumb stroking his wrist slowly.

They always had an interesting relation. Eyes searching for each other in the room, hands touching in planned accidents. But the job, the duty; the schedule. It was hard to get involved this way - because there's risk every single day. He knows she has feelings, but is that fear of getting attached and losing. But Jason knows losing someone before loving them properly hurts way more.

If he was feeling overwhelmed before, now he's probably combusting. At least it will keep her warm, he thinks. The smell of her hair intoxicates his senses, keeping him awake, and at the same, urging him to sleep. It's such a small act, her hand uppon his, holding carefully. But it is enough to make him sigh.

Her breath is slow, and he knows she's sleeping. So he close his own eyes, getting closer to her. He allows his mind to run free, indescribable images of different situations he was shoved in - most of them against his wish. Jason feels safe, comfortable.

He could get used to this, he thinks. He could actually have a proper sleep routine if he knew she would be there, waiting for him to provide heat. Tomorrow, they have a hard duty of getting the hell out of that cabin in the middle of the white woods. He hopes is hard enough to require one more night besides her, and curses himself for his selfish, silly wish; before finding rest in her company.

[obsidiancreates]

So About Those Voices

"And... why are you sitting so close to me?" Raph scoots away from Raphie.

"I need to ask you some questions. About your brothers." Raphie chews his nails nervously. "See, a while back I accidentally ended up leading a crime gang."

"How do you accidentally lead a crime gang?!"

"I don't wanna get into it! Let's just say, it ended badly for everyone!"

"Yeah, duh."

"Anyway, the gang was these three guys, right? And the thing is, they kinda... sounded a lot like your brothers."

"... And?"

"And, well, does this mean your brothers, are secret criminals?"

"... What kinda logic are you running on?"

"I mean... that'd be the case here, in our world. Some kinda twist like that."

"No, my brothers are not secret criminals. ... Well, actually, I guess we all are because we break into places all the time. But that's to do good and whatever, so it evens out."

"But they don't, you know, rob police stations and then hide the loot in a prison?"

"... No. Nobody does that. Because that's stupid!"

"Okay, okay. Sheesh, cool your jets. I guess the purple mouse guy did have a lot raspier of a voice. And an accent. And the blue guy who said Blue is always leader had an accent that went in-and-out a lot. And your Mikey isn't an electric eel."

"You know, a lot of people here have voices we know too."

"Like who?"

"Like your Splinter sounds like an assassin tiger mutant who tries to kill us all the time. Pretty sure the guy had a thing for Shredder. And I'm sure you noticed your Donnie's robot guy sounds like Mikey."

"Oh, I'm glad you noticed too. I didn't wanna say anything because I think Shelldon would get mad about it. ... Hey, what was that about Pops sounding like an assassin who hates you?"

"It's fine, once we got over the initial fighting instinct whenever he talked it's easy to separate them in our heads."

"So that's why you kept almost pummeling him! You lied about it being how you greet dads in your dimension?"

"We shouldn't have let Mikey make the excuse."

"No no, we all totally believed it."

"Oh yeah, because this place is like if Mikey got to design a dimension. What else, uh... oh, that skeleton guy and his skin brother kind of sound like... well the skeleton is if our Sensei was Spanish, and the skin one sounds like Fishface. He also tries to kill us."

"Do you know any mutants who don't?"

"Do you?"

"Todd doesn't."

"Who the heck is Todd?"

"You guys don't have a Todd?! We're going to meet him right now! He makes lemonade with love and runs a puppy rescue, he's like the idea of Kindness turned into a person!"

"Wait wait, Love Lemonade isn't really my thi-!"

"TOO LATE!"

The others all watch as Raphie yanks the protesting Raph along behind him.

"Wow, so you guys really don't have a Todd?" Angelo looks distraught. "But then who helps you learn wilderness survival and helps you get mystic truffles?"

"Mystic truffles? Like chocolate?" Mikey lights up.

"No, like the mushroom!"

"Uh... there's different types of mushrooms?"

"I blame you for his lack of fungi knowledge," Donald says, not looking up from his phone.

"Well I blame you for ruining my voice," Donnie seethes, his voice coming out strained and scratchy. "You couldn't have waited to test that smoke bomb until I had a mask on?!"

"Well on the plus side, you totally sound like the skinny Foot Clan guy we know, so we can do some amazing crank calls." Leon nudges him with his elbow. "Come on, you know it'll be fun!"

Donnie growls at him.

[batstorm93672]

Jason was on the edge of everything keeping him sane, nightmares haunted him to stay awake and being Red Hood was no easy task. Robin was innocent in this... yet it irked Jason more than ever to hear Damian call him brother. The past of the League overwhelming Jason's mind.

"Akhi did you get hurt? I saw the bullet get clo-" "Don't call me that" "What?" "Don't. Call. Me. That"

"I do not understand Akhi-"

"I'M NOT YOUR BROTHER DAMIAN! GOD DON'T YOU GET IT?! JUST BECAUSE I WAS FORCED TO BE AROUND YOU DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE RELATED IN ANY FUCKING WAY!" No one moved for a good few minutes in the stunned silence.

"Habibi I didn't mean t-" Jason reached for him to give any sign of remorse.

"Don't touch me" Damian's voice is low and... dark as if he's holding every ounce in him back as he kept his head down his expression unreadable "Damian pl-"

"DON'T FUCKING SAY ANYTHING"

"Look I'm sorry I made you angry-"

"NO! I'M NOT ANGRY! I'M HURT FROM YOU TODD! YOU HURT ME AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME!? YOU LIAR! YOU SAID YOU CARED AND THAT YOU LOVED ME AND I WAS A FOOL TO FUCKING TRUST THAT SHIT!"

Looking up at Jason was a sobbing and pissed child. A child who was told that he had no connection to one of the few people he took the walls down for and let into his heart.

"I WAS A FOOL TO THINK I COULD BE LOVED BY YOU! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU NEVER CARED FOR ME! AFTER EVERYTHING, I HELPED YOU AND YOU SAID YOU TRUST ME AND YET YOU HURT ME! ...You bastard... I fucking trusted you... I hate you... I hate you! I HATE YOU TODD!" Damian ran so fast that Jason didn't have time to finish processing what he heard.

.

.

.

About two weeks since then... Jason hasn't seen Damian and he racked himself in self loathing. He hurt his baby brother, the one who was abused his whole life and forced to handle such dark things at a small age. Everyone had called more than once, asking what happened. When Oracle got mask footage those calls turned into if he was okay and then consoling. So many voice-mails that Jason had on his phone, everything felt like shit now.

Jason reluctantly looked at his phone, over 100 voice-mails left to collect dust. Regardless he tapped on one from a week ago, from Golden Boy aka Dick.

Hey Jaybird, we saw the footage. I could tell you were having a rough time. I'm sure you didn't mean what you said and I know Dami didn't either. If you get this please call back we're all worried and there's some... news we have

Jason tapped on another from three days ago and Jason was met with Dick sighing and sounding worn out as hell.

Hey... I know you won't answer and all that... but we all need help right now. That news I mentioned is that... Damian went missing

Jason sat upright quickly with an ache in his heart

No signs of him or anything either, we checked all of Gotham and nothing turned up. If you get anything I beg of you to call or give a sign

It clicked and Jason was left with panic and fear swelling up in him. "Fuck... fuck fuck no no! Where is he?!" Jason had to swallow all of his fears down, now is not the time. He has to go out and find him immediately.

.

Hours of searching and coming up empty, the final place Jason can think of:

One of the many safehouses, but this one is where Jason and Damian would hang out and get away from the world by watching dumb stuff or talking. This is their secret place to be when they want a break from everything.

Jason unlocked the door, only he and Damian had a key. It was dark and gloomy, usually whenever they hung out it seemed to be more bright and comfortable. Regardless, Jason closed the door and locked it, turning on the lights and looking around.

Jason looked everywhere, one sure sign of him being here was the gloves, cape and mask on the table, coming to stop at the kitchen cupboard. Damian preferred small places so he can easily ground himself better when he had a panic attack. It was easier to find himself instead of being outside where you can be attacked at any moment.

Opening it to see Damian holding himself, stains of tears down his face. Jason reached out slowly, any fast movements would startle Damian and make him unsafe. He has to be careful to make up for what he's done.

As softly as he could he spoke "Damian. Hey Habibi please wake up. I want to help you baby"

Damian's eyes fluttered open and landed on Jason "...Todd" "Hey... I was looking for you" "Why?" "Because I care for you, I'm sorry for hurting you"

Jason stepped back and Damian got out, slightly shifting as he stood in front Jason, clinging onto the end of his Robin uniform.

"..."

"Damian... I didn't mean what I said. I was tired and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm so sorry, I love you so much and I love being your Akhi"

Damian's voice was barely a whisper "You... you mean it?" "Yes, I always have and always will Damian" "I... I-I don't wanna hate you Akhi! I don't wanna hate you anymore!" Damian cried out whatever tears were left looking more like a lost child. Jason kneeled down and held him "I love you Habibi, I always will regardless of any arguments or anything in the way"

"I love you too Akhi... I love you"

"I'll tell everyone I found you, we'll clear everything up and then if you want we can hang out?"

"I'd love to hang out with you Akhi"

[hintofelation99]

Jason Chaperons Damian's Field Trip

Damian and Jason in the Batcave trying to murder each other

Jason: I'm going to kill you demon brat!

Damian: Ha! I'd like to see you try Todd!

Fighting continues for the next two days

Bruce: That's it! Jason, Damian, no more fighting. You two are going to bond even if it kills you!

Jason: Again?

Bruce: Not the time Jason!

Damian, rolling his eyes: And how exactly do you expect me to bond with this barbarian?

Bruce: A trip to the art museum.

Damian and Jason look confused.

Bruce: Damian's class is going to the Gotham art museum next Friday. I was going to chaperon, but since you both decided to try and stab each other in public I have some PR matters to attend to. So, Jason will chaperon.

Damian: That is absolutely ridiculous father. Is it not enough that I am already forced to see subpar art with snot nosed brats? Now I have to take the zombie?!

Jason: Watch it brat!

Damian: Tt

Jason and Damian glare at each other.

Bruce: No, your brother is taking you to see world renowned art with your peers.

Jason: C'mon Bruce, world renowned? It's the Gotham art museum.

Bruce, glaring: Fine. Country renowned.

Jason raises his eyebrows.

Bruce: Don't push it. I'll call the school and let them know that you're taking my place.

--> The Next Friday <--

Jason: Damian! Get your ass down here!

Damian: I am right beside you Todd.

Jason: Where's your tie? And your blazer? Where's your backpack?

Damian: Calm down Todd. I have never been late for school and I do not plan to deviate from that today.

Jason: Whatever. Just be ready in the next five minutes, I want to get coffee first and we are not going to be late.

Damian: Pennyworth has already brewed a pot of that infernal drink.

Jason: And Tim has already called dibs on the entire pot. That kid is scrawny, but when it comes to coffee he's vicious.

Damian: Tt.

-------

Damian: STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW TODD!

Tires screech as Jason whips into a parallel parking spot in front of the school. Damian's entire class watches this happen. They look terrified.

Damian, jumping out of the car, cursing in Arabic: Are you trying to murder me?!

Jason, casually getting out of the car with a Frappuccino, shrugs: I told you we wouldn't be late.

Damian: WE ARE THIRTY MINUTES LATE!!

Jason, shrugs: Oops.

-------

Teacher: Ok class! This is Jason Todd, he is Damian's older brother and he will be helping out on the field trip today. I expect you all to be on your best behavior today! Now Mr. Todd, would you like to tell us a little about yourself?

Jason, feet on a desk not paying attention, glaring at Damian.

Teacher: Mr. Todd?

Jason chokes on Frappuccino, stands up.

Jason: Uh, yeah, sure. Um, my name is Jason Todd, feel free to just call me Jason. Uh, what else?

Teacher: Maybe give us a fun fact about yourself?

Jason: Sure, sure. Uh I recently spent some time down under.

Teacher: Oh, in Australia?

Jason: Yeah, let's go with that.

Damian facepalms

-------

On the bus, kids screaming and throwing things at each other. Damian and Jason sit at the front near Damian's teacher. Jason has his eyes closed and looks tense.

Teacher: Uh, Mr. Todd? Jason? Are you alright?

Jason: Just peachy.

Damian: Pull it together Todd. You are embarrassing me.

Jason: Listen demon spawn, I'm trying to keep it together and not maim a rich brat. So why don't you shut up.

Damian: Tt. Everyone knows you are too cowardly to maim a child. However, I do admit that the loud and confined environment could cause stress... Here. Take these.

Damian hands Jason headphones. Jason looks confused.

Damian: Grayson claims that music can have a calming affect.

Jason: ...Thanks brat.

-------

Teacher: Ok class we are here! Remember to stick with your groups. Group one is with me. Group two is with Mrs. Smith. And group three is with Jason.

Kids break into groups, each group has seven kids.

Jason: Group three over here!

Damian rolls his eyes as the other six kids approach.

Jason: Be nice. Ok kiddos, we're starting at the uh American Rural Avant Garde exhibit. What the fuck is that crap?

Teacher: Oh my! Um, Mr. Todd. We do not encourage such strong language.

Jason: Wha- oh! You mean crap, so teach' that's my bad.

Teacher: Uh, no I uh-

Jason: Anyway c'mon demons let's go look at shitty art.

Teacher, chanting under their breath: The Wayne's donate a lot of money. The Wayne's donate a lot of money.

-------

In the cubism section.

Kid 1: Mr. Todd! When's lunch?

Jason: Call me Jason kid, and it's only ten? Lunch isn't until one.

Kid 2: But I'm hungry!

Kid 3: And this is boring!

Jason: It's not that bad, look at this thing! It's- oh shit is that a Picasso?

Kid 4: Uh, yeah?

Jason: Fuck that asshole, let's go get ice cream.

Damian: Todd! That is not in the schedule, we can not skip a section just because you dislike the artist!

Jason: See, that's were you're wrong baby bird. I'm in charge and I say that Picasso is an asshole and we're skipping his shit.

Damian: We are already in trouble with father, if we exhibit bad behavior he might force us to spend more time together.

Jason: Look kid, Bruce sent me here because he wants us to bond. The greatest form of bonding is breaking rules and skipping school. So, really, by skipping we're actually doing what he wants.

Damian: Tt. I suppose that sounds accurate.

-------

Jason: Time for lunch kiddos.

Kid 2: But we just finished our ice cream break?

Jason: No, we just finished the seeing the museums second floor. Right?

Kid 6: No we-

Jason: No no, we finished the second floor. The whole ice cream thing, that's our little secret. Right?

Kids: Ohhhhh

Jason: Now you're getting it!

-------

Damian glares at his lunch

Jason: What's wrong kiddo?

Damian: Tt. It appears that I might have, accidentally, taken Drake's lunch instead of my own.

Jason: And? What's the problem?

Damian: Drake, packed that abomination that he calls a sandwich.

Jason: Oh, god. He packed a peanut butter pepperoni sandwich again?

Damian, looking at the lunch with complete disgust: Yes.

Jason: Here, take my PB&J.

Damian: ...

Jason: Timbits taste in sandwich's is a crime against humanity. But I'm not vegan, so if worst comes to worst I'll eat it.

Damian: ...Thank you Todd. I- I did not think you cared about my dietary choices.

Jason: Just because we fight sometimes doesn't mean I won't have your back kid. Yeah, I guess being vegan is a choice, but it's a choice that I'll always support.

Damian quickly hugs Jason before taking his sandwich and pretending nothing happened.

Damian: I appreciate the support. Thank you, brother.

Jason: No problem baby bird.

-------

Jason: So, we have an hour before we have to get back on the bus. And, uh- oh shit! Ok, so apparently we had an assignment. Uh, the instructions say to draw your favorite work and write why you like it. What the fuck kind of bullshit assignment is that?

Jason: Uh, ok we're doing a speed draw. Everyone just pull up your favorite work on the museum website and try your best.

--> 40 Minutes Later <--

Jason: Ok, hand me your sheets and let's head to the bus.

Damian, hands his assignment in.

Jason: Whoa, huh.

Damian, looking nervous: What Todd?

Jason: Nothing, just this is a really good drawing kid.

Damian blushes: Of course it is.

Jason smiles and ruffles Damian's hair: Good job brat.

Damian smiles and heads to the bus

------

Both in the car, about to drive back to the manor.

Jason: You know, I actually sorta had fun today.

Damian: Your presence was... enjoyable.

Jason: We're never telling that to Bruce, right?

Damian: Obviously, if father thinks that his plan worked he will be completely insufferable.

Jason: Agreed. Y'know, sometimes field trips go long.

Damian: Oh?

Jason: Yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be too weird if we were an hour or so late getting home.

Damian: If we were to be late getting home, how would we spend that time?

Jason: There's a cool arcade that should be open right now.

Damian: I do not believe that I have ever been to an arcade.

Jason: Well, that needs to be fixed right now. You down baby bird?

Damian: I- uh I am down, is that the correct usage of the term?

Jason: Hell yeah.

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Based on this headcanon.

[internalsealpanic]

Love Through the Ages (Jason Todd)

Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part three of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself. ALSO, y'all can thank @littleredwing89 for the poem that comes up.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist.

You tap at your phone screen, planting seeds in a satisfyingly hypnotic rhythm, the sounds of the train vacillating in and out of your periphery. It was soothing having your own compartment, a little world you can isolate yourself in while you anxiously await for the inevitable. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found Gotham stressful. It was about as much a secret as Tony Stark’s civilian identity. You pulled your knees up to your chest at the thought. Big cities were stressful but Gotham was a different beast entirely. It was a writhing monster of steel and smoke. You wrinkle your nose deciding to sweep the thought away. 

Instead, you concentrate on your plants and your farm. You wince looking at your journal. It looks like you’d forgotten another quest. Pursing your lips, you decide to turn your phone off for a bit and pretend the NPCs can sort it out on their own as you look out the window. 

You lean against the wall, pressing your cheek to the cool window. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking of a sea of black curly hair interrupted by a shock of white, sea green eye perpetually alight with mischief or intelligence (9 times out of 10, you really couldn’t tell which it was.), freckles like star map, and a mouth permanently set in a cocky grin. It’s hard not to smile like an idiot when thinking of Jason Todd.  

   Your skirt flutters in the wind as you dance your way through the crowd, bobbing up and down on your tiptoes over the sea of humans. Sometimes the smell of them still makes your mouth water but not now, not when the smell of Gotham is so pungent in the air. 

You see a gloved hand wave at you on the other side of the crowd. You pin your sunhat against your head as you rush through the crowd, your luggage dragging behind you.

Jason waves a two fingered salute at  you in front of a motorcycle, his foot clearly stomping a cigarette. You toss your hat to him. It flutters over the crowd. Jason catches it easily, putting it on his own head. 

"Hey Princess, welcome back." Jason greets, the syllables of your native French gliding off of his tongue so easily. Fighting down a blush, you swallow your own greeting. Jason would have been a great ambassador in a different life were he not inclined to murder someone with a desert spoon for being a jackass.

He offers his hat back to you, but you shake your head. "You might freckle too much in Gotham's sunny weather." He gives you a hearty chuckle keeping the hat on. 

"Missed you too, princess."

You roll your eyes. Pinching your nose, you look around. "You forgot to tell me to bring a gas mask."

"Every city smells like this."

"Darling, you've been in Gotham for too long."

"And you've been in your French villa for too long." Jason says, putting his sunglasses on you. You glare at him through them.

"First of all, it's a cottage."

Jason snorts, "As if that makes a difference. It's still in the idyllic French countryside, isn't it?"

"I-" 

"I rest my case."

You cross your arms. "You're welcome to visit, you know?" It was a hopeful suggestion at best. 

"We both know the quiet will drive me crazy."

"I said visit," you say, "besides, I think the train ride alone would drive you up the wall." You remember how Jason is with tight spaces.

"Not with you there." Jason winks.

Your heart presses a bruise into your throat and you hate Jason Peter Todd all over again. 

"Ah yes, you plan on driving me mad. Evil. Truly evil of you." You say, grinning back at him. 

"Here's a wild idea, how bout we just not listen to Roy? How does that sound?" Jason gently suggests, handing you your offensively pink cup of caffeinated goop. Jason can smell the sickening amount of sweeteners added. He might gag. 

"Nope," you say, smiling at him as you slurp your ooze. Jason's stomach rolls. Alfred would have an aneurysm. "He was even nice enough to get us both tickets." You hand him one, fingers brushing against his. They felt calloused as they always did. Jason suppresses any oncoming reaction.

He instead turns his attention to the ticket in his hands. Love Through the Ages: Gotham Museum Exhibition on expressions of love. Jason runs through the numbers. "These are $59 each."

"So sweet of him, isn't it?" You chirp adorably.

Jason makes a mental note to kill both of you. "You're only going along with this cus you want to watch me suffer." Jason says, slumping his chair. His foot kicks out to tap your foot. 

"I'm doing it affectionately," you say, tapping his foot with yours. "Besides, it's a universal pass time at this point." You swirl your drink and grin at him. It was your real grin, all bright and eager and stupidly sweet. Something in Jason's chest twists. It's always hard to breathe when you smile at him but really Jason would rather all the oxygen in the atmosphere be burned up than see your smile disappear. 

He sounds dramatic and he knows that but still he knows it's true.

"C'mon Jay, it'll be fun."

Shoulders slouched, Jason smiles at you indulgently. "Fun for who?"

"Mainly me but you can have fun too."

"You are so lucky you're adorable when you're being evil."

Your smile brightens and with a tap of his foot against yours, he thinks he'll survive whatever Roy has in store for him.

You and Jason have been walking around the museum for quite a bit with Jason's arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and homicide radiating off of him every time someone even looks at you funny. He'd said that the arm slung around your shoulder was so that you wouldn't get lost. As for the homicide,  he elected to ignore the question entirely. 

You flush as Jason quotes another line from 'Master Valentine' back to you. You definitely regret letting him house sit. You regret even more not hiding your books. You squirm as Jason whispers the quote in your ear in a husky drawl. The erotica in the book is amazing and you're normally comfortable with talking to Jason about everything, but this- this was just cruel and unusual punishment. It's what you get for trying to make him suffer.

All the pet names he murmured in your ear crawled up your spine. You shove his face away hiding your own in your sleeve. He laughs into your hand enjoying your sudden bout of shyness.

Jason mumbles a half-hearted apology into your hand, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. You lower your head. You're still clearly avoiding his gaze but you let him press you to his side. Jason Todd is an asshole.

You point to a pair of ice skates so well worn and well loved that you almost miss the little penguins stitched on the side. "Love on the ice? That's so cute!"

Jason glances at them with mild interest. "Sounds like hypothermia." He says, shrugging. 

Swatting at his chest, you pout at him. He rolls his eyes nudging your shoulder with his. You scowl at him and stick your tongue out. Jason leans down, unable to stop the urge to press a kiss to your brow. You scowl even harder. 

"Admit it, doll. The whole exhibition is just Dickie's favorite fanfiction tropes."

"Professor Todd, be a dear and enlighten my troglodyte ass."

He snorts, "Princess, if I was a professor we both know I'd have the highest attendance rate."

"And the highest failure rate." You say cocking a brow. 

"Probably."

"You're terribly humble today."

"I just know I look good."

No, you don't, you think. You shake your head. "That explains the leather jacket."

"You love my leather jacket."

"Well, Biscuit certainly loved your previous one."

Jason wrinkled his nose thinking of the yellow disaster. "That dog was a menace."

"She is the sweetest creature on earth."

"She destroyed my jacket and ate my wallet AND phone."

"I never said she was smart... wait, we're getting off topic."

Jason narrows his eyes at you then points to a crown. It was an intricate lattice of silvers and golds with diamonds that glittered like starlight. "Royal AU," he says simply, "go on read the description."

"A prince and a princess from rival nations are bound by a marriage of convenience. Through a series of missteps. They fell for each other.... that one was pretty easy. Do it again."

He points to a blue feather. "Mythology AU."

You arch a brow at him. He waves at it, urging you to read. "A god descended to earth to be with his mortal lover only for him to lose his memories of her." The feather's glow is incandescent. You can feel the power radiating off of it, a sure sign of divinity.

Once, you would have brushed it off as mere story. You've spent more than twice your lifetime now dipped into the world of myths. You glance at Jason.  Simple divinity no longer fazes you.

"See?"

"I- Nope."

"You're just being stubborn."

"Would you have been my friend if I wasn't?" Would you have saved me if I wasn't?

You think Jason hears your unspoken question when he frowns. Instead, he turns on his heel to face the other direction. He points to a bouquet of wilted roses tied together by a green ribbon. They still smell of blood and something you couldn't identify.  Your eyes drift down curious. Your eyes trace over the words feeling your stomach tumble.

"Gruesome." Jason vocalizes inanely. He hooks his head on the crown of your head, neatly slotting your body under his. You're safe, surrounded by walls of muscle. The crease in your brow softens. You would think that Jason would be less protective after you'd turned but now that you were a vampire, he was somehow even more protective. Roy always joked you only got Biscuit and your other dogs as lap dogs because you already had Jason. He may not have been too off on his guess.

"This should be in a horror exhibit," you say leaning into Jason's chest, "kind of reminds me of you though." You tilt your head up grinning at him. 

"If you make a joke about me being jack the ripper again, I swear I'll-"

"-Bury me alive 6 feet under concrete with a recording of Roy singing Auld Lang Syne in a terrible British accent. Got it. What I meant was... you're just as protective as the man in the story." You say, smiling at him. 

For good reason, Jason thinks. 

Jason buries half of his face in your hair, hiding his answering smile. You smell like sugar and cinnamon. It's a familiar combination of smells that puts him at ease despite the atrocious amount of people in the museum.

You point to another artifact, afraid that you'd accidentally picked at an old wound. 

"Star-crossed lovers." He mumbles into your hair. 

"Bullshit!"

"Read it and weep, doll."

You read the plaque and the words 'meet' and 'different world' assault your eyes. You scowl at him. "Fuck you."

The grin on Jason's face is genuine. It makes something in your veins sing knowing how much fun he's having. 

Your face softens. "You really love this romance stuff, huh?"

Jason narrows his eyes at you.

"You were the one bawling your eyes out when we binged Spaces Between Us. Who the hell cries during erotica?"

"IT'S TRUE LOVE AND YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL," you protest, pounding your fist against his chest,"besides, you're the one who was crying nonstop when we watched the IDHY duology."

"I was crying because they were accurate book adaptations."

You blink at him confused. "There's a book?"

"Yes, you illiterate heathen."

"You sound like a conquistador."

“....”

"At least they got their happy ending." You say, changing the subject.  

"That's true."

"Still better than Titanic."

He furrows his brow at you. "What's wrong with the Titanic?"

"First of all," You pitch your shoulders like you're about to give him a lecture, "That was 3 hours of my life wasted on a shitty movie. It wasn't even that accurate."

"Princess, not everyone can survive the Arctic."

"And second, the most romantic scene in that romantic movie was the old couple staying together as they sank."

Jason laughs, a deep rumbling sound. It scrambles your brain, almost dissolving your annoyance until he opens his mouth again. "You sound like Damian."

"Jason Peter Todd, take that back." You screech, swiping at him. 

He jumps back, his laughter still echoing. "Stop sounding like the demon brat first."

You run after him, telegraphing your murderous intent. Jason walks away faster, sticking his tongue out at you. Your growl and claw at the air. You screech obscenities as Jason continues to evade you. He is having way too much fun with this. 

You chase Jason around the exhibition for a solid half hour before you come to a skittering halt.

Your eyes land on a vermillion book, leather bound and carefully crafted by skilled hands. You step closer to admire the swirling, arabesque patterns lining the leather. No title is embossed on the front.  It's thick. You would wager it was at least 400 pages.

Your eyes drift down even further, finding a  familiar scrawl. Below the book were photocopies of some of the pages. Pablo Neruda's 'If You Forget me', Beethoven's 'Immortal beloved', Ibn Hazm's 'My Heart', and a bunch of other poets you didn't know but recognized as ...

"Jason these are your favorites."

"What?" He says, walking over to you cautiously.

You look back down at the pages and your eyes catch on the one in the middle. From the numbering, it was the last.

Love is such a hard thing to define,

I don’t know if I could ever find,

The words to truly express the complexity of such an emotion.

It is an emotion felt in the heart,

Long before it makes sense to the mind,

illusive and uncertain until suddenly it just clicks.

Like so many things in this world,

we tend to know it when we see it in others,

even if we can’t be sure of it ourselves.

I think I’ve always known how much I love you,

When I look at you, 

I see everything I’ve ever wanted.

When I look at you,

I see nothing else but your perfect beauty.

Inside and out.

I'm not a poet, (Y/n), but I will tell you anyway I can how much I love you.

-Jason Peter Todd

Jason is a stone next to you.

His mouth is filled with sand as he looks at the far too familiar handwriting. He knew. He knew the moment he saw the red book what it was. Hell, the moment you told Jason it was Roy who told you to go to the museum, he knew what it was. God, why can't he just turn to ash. 

Jason can't make himself turn to you. He can't bear to see what ever disgusted expression you make. He just can't. 

He feels a tug on his sleeve. He doesn't move. He  feels another tug, this time harder. When he doesn't respond the second time, you lace your fingers in his and spin him around. 

You squish his cheeks in your hands. "Jason, you actual sap." You say. You look like you're glowing. You beam at him, all toothy and scrunched faced. Jason's lungs stop working again. His mind can't process what you're saying. All Jason knows is that something warm is crowding his chest, pushing everything else out.

"Wha?"

"Jason, you absolute dork!" You repeat, unfazed by his temporary bout of insanity.

Jason is blushing, looking like a strawberry with his freckles. Jason is more adorable than anyone has any right to be. But that's ok. That's perfectly ok cus he's yours.

In a moment of uncontained affection, you pull Jason to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's soft and earnest and exciting. It was a kiss Jason spent lifetimes dreaming about. It was you and completely you.

"Jay, they're beautiful." You say in a breathless laugh. 

Jason looked down at his feet. "I-" was never planning on giving it to you, he thinks. Because, why would you ever love someone like Jason? Especially, after what he'd done to you. 

As if reading his mind, you press your forehead against his. "I love you too, Jay, and you can't argue me out of it. Sorry bud, you're stuck with me."

Jason can't help the smile as it curls on his lips.

He's happy. He's so stupidly happy and he blames you.

"Plus, I already knew."

"Why didn't you say it first?" He asks, his fingers brushing against his tingling lips. 

"Cus," you say, pirouetting away from him, "you wouldn't believe me if I did."

"How-"

You put your hand up. "Trust me, Jay. I've tried before." You tilt your head back looking up at the sky light. The curtain of light fell on you like a spotlight highlighting everything ethereal about you. "Remember in Milan? When I told you I cared about you and you told me I didn't."

Jason remembered that. He was angrier back then. He snarled that to you like some wild animal and threatened to throw you out on your ass if you ever so much as spoke a word of that nonsense again. It was the first time he'd seen you look hurt. You face was wide open with shock.  Jason felt something in his chest tear at that look. He stormed off, leaving you in that room. 

When he came back, you offered him warm tea and a smile. You were quiet, inconsolably quiet.

It didn't…

He didn't…

It didn't occur to him that look in your eyes was heartbreak.

Jason curses under his breath.

You chortle at him, the mirth in your eyes incandescent.

"Yeah. Exactly." You say, clasping your hands behind your back. Jason would like to be buried six feet under with the only words carved into his gravestone 'I am so sorry (Y/n)'.

You snick seeing the look in his eyes. "Or that time in Paris. The one in the little patisserie when I told you in perfect Catalan that you meant more to me than anything else and do you remember what you told me?"

"I told you you were possessed." Jason's shoulders slump. "Please tell me you don't have a third example."

You smile at him pityingly. "I don't-"

"OH THANK FU-"

"I have 50. Well, 51 but the last one didn't count since I was joking that time."

In Jason's mind, his jaw hits the obsidian floor with an audible 'plop'. It would be loud enough that the entire museum would hear it were it real. He blinks at you. "You tried more than 10 times?"

"I was encouraged." You say shrugging.

"Of course, you were," he grumbles and you laugh. Jason's heart skips a beat but he pushes past the feeling in favor of pleading with you. "Please don't list them."

"Oh, I'm not." You hum. 

Jason sighs with relief. 

"I'm gonna leave that to Roy."

"Son of a- He knows?"

You look over your shoulder. "Yeah. Who do you think I complain to?"

"Who else knows?" He asks, trailing behind you as you walk to .... Jason doesn't know at this point and he doubts you do too. 

"Oh just your family."

"I'm surprised they haven't given me shit about it."

"Oh I bullied them into not doing it."

"Impressive." He whistles and you preen. 

"Always," you say smugly. You begin to walk a bit faster, craning your neck. "Now, let's go find out if Dickie installed that bakery I asked for." 

"That's what you're after?" Jason laughs.

"It's a noble goal." You protest. 

"You don't even need to feed."

"I need to feed my inner sweets monster. She's very fussy and is demanding crepes specifically."

Jason smiles softly at you, amused that of all the human traits you could have retained after being turned was a sweet tooth.

"Sorry to tell you doll face, Dickie still hasn't done it."

You look aghast like he'd slapped you in the face with a large baguette. 

"What?!"

"He hasn't put in your suggestion from 10 years ago."

"Where am I supposed to get my fix?"

"Are we still talking about sweets or have you moved on to cocaine?"

"Dunno, have you tried snorting sugar?"

"No. Why- Have you?"

"...my lawyer advised against answering this question."

Jason cackles. "How am I the stupid one?"

"I-" Your scowl turns sickeningly sweet. "Yanno, the third time I tried was when-"

"OK. Stop." Jason's face lights up again. "I give." 

"Pfff." You smile, looking far too pleased with yourself.

Jason straightens up, something sly passing through his eyes. You stop. The look in his eyes makes you nervous. 

"I think I know where you can get something sweet."

You swallow nervously.

Jason leans in. He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. Nothing else around you seems to exist at the moment. 

You lean in to kiss him but you freeze when you register his voice. 

“I’m taking you downtown. There’s a new bakery there and I heard the crepes were to die for.” He chuckles, turning to walk towards the exit. 

“What the hell?!” You call out falling into step with him. 

He grins down at you, arms folded behind his head. “Something wrong, princess?”

Heat rises in your cheeks and elbow him in the side. 

“I want to take you on a proper date and I sure as hell am not starting here.” He says, rubbing his side and conspicuously not looking at you.  There’s a dust of peach on his face. Your anger fades away. It gives way to a fluttering in your chest. 

“Where?”

He looks at you then, brow furrowed. 

“Why don’t I take you to the fair, princess? There’s plenty of sweet treats there that’ll tickle your fancy.”

Your mouth waters when you think about all the cotton candy they have. 

“I heard there’s a kissing booth too, so if you’re lucky,” Jason continues, winking at you. Predictably, you blanch at him. You knock your knuckles against his chest. Jason chuckles, rubbing his chest. “Sorry princess, I mean if I’m lucky enough to get a kiss from you.”

The temerity. 

The gall. 

“As long as you get me something sweet.” You huff, exiting the building. 

Jason stops on the steps, turning to you with a sly smile. Crossing your arms, you pause bracing for whatever trick is up his sleeve. Jason tilts his head. He says something but the little noises of the city make the words hard to discern. You lean closer to hear him better. Jason steps closer to close the distance, his lips warm against yours. You’re stunned. Your entire body divided on how to react, some parts stiffen while others turn to jelly. 

He pulls away, wolfish grin unwavering. "That sweet enough for you sweetheart?"

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[redjaybathood]

Can we stop for a sec to appreciate how wild Jason is. Like that time he got turned into an octopus, or that time where he immediately tried to square up with a version of him who was Batman. Lets also appreciate the variety of his alternate selves (ex. Preacher, Tire Salesman, Mercanary, Batman) Shame what happened to Earth 15 where he was Batman

Sure we can.

And I know you're thinking about Catholic Priest!Jason and the asshole businessman whose tires security invention literally killed kids who just like him back in the day stole tires!Jason (no idea about the mercenary!Jason tho) but what I am now imagining, is:

A) Jason went undercover in a church in a little desert town, where he suspects Church of Blood has its claws in. He is struck by a beam of lighting and the next day turns out he has god-like superpowers. It also turns out that Church of Blood is really involved here. It end with him, Rose Wilson and Eddie Bloomberg next town over, in a diner, when they hear the first town to be raised to the ground.

I don't remember Preacher (comics)TV series) enough to say what happened in between, or after. But if I wrote a team-up between them, it would have been like that.

B) Really a tire salesman! Jason, with his own dealership and auto shops, where ex-cons and drug addicts can find a job, especially if their experise is with stealing cars or car parts. It's all above the ground, this Jason has zero connection with vigilantism or organized crime. There were people who tried to pressure him into paying up for protection? A lot of them: Black Mask (especially since it would be useful for Black Mask to have a shop that could install secret compartments into his gang's cars to traffic drugs or people), Penguin (actually, the man mainly wanted to pressure him into allowing Penguin to use his business to launder money), Two-Face (especially since some car parts are have to be shipped and so have to go through the docks which he controls, and wouldn't it be a shame if his shipment was lost or damaged? Think about the insurance premiums you are going to be racking, Todd).

There are a few ways this could go:

- Jason and his people take care of it themselves.

They maybe got their act together, cleaned up, but they ain't pushovers and know their way with a tire iron. It's the closest Jason gets to actually have his own gang and he is not all that comfortable about the implications, especially when kids of a high school or even middle school age start to show up and ask to be accepted. If they are sixteen or older, he says that he can allow them to work part-time. He has no fucking idea about what to do with the youngest ones, but he can't make them go away either. Literally - they don't listen. So he installs in every garage something like a bigger employee lounge, with a canteen, and bookshelves.

CPS raids his business several times but can't actually find anything suspicious. Then Bruce fucking Wayne shows up and Jason is like, on one hand, I need to get the kids out of here because this is not free child care facilities, damn it, we're still being bothered by assholes from time to time, and the idea of kids getting caught up in that keeps me awake at night! On another, this is the dude who sponsored Ma Gunn's school for young criminals, where she actually made them all into the worse criminals. So Jason naturally doesn't trust him or expects much. But Bruce instead just offers his money and connection for him to use, in whatever way he thinks best, because Jason actually is the one who knows these kids and what is the best for them - he was one of these kids, at a time when there were no Jasons around. So Jason is like, fuck it, okay, let's build a learning center where kids could study mechanics. And radio tech. And robotics. And there's eventually also a youth racing team.

One of Bruce Wayne's kids actually competes - the second youngest, Duke. Though he started to race even before he was adopted. The youngest Wayne child comes to every competition and a good third of training meets, but roots for his friend Colin instead.

Waynes come there pretty often, in fact. The oldest was okay to talk to, even if he did confess to being a cop back in the day (youthful folly, he called it). He shared how he has experience with volunteering, too - he runs a gym that offers free self-defense classes for those who need it, and gymnastics for kids from families that are struggling. He was the one who had the idea of Redline's youth center to have some too - self-defense, not gymnastics. Said there was someone who would be interested in teaching. It's two girls that couldn't be more different in terms of temperament but who get along like a house on fire. Jason prefers Cass, actually, because she's nice to talk to, as in, she won't talk your ears off - Jason can't believe she is actually related to Dick and the rest, she is too awesome to be a Wayne, and she could break him in half and not sweat, as proved during one and only sparring (Cass is too bored to do it more than once, which, fair). And Steph just makes him - drop things sometimes, or run into a wall, or blush. She also can break him in half and will also cackle gleefully all the way. He never spares with her.

Eventually, he meets the middle child. Tim looks around the new computer lab with wistfulness in his eyes. Would it be, he says, if something like this was around when I was younger. Jason does the double-take. From all of them, he is pretty sure Tim's first parents were wealthy enough that actually hiring tutors to help him learn programming wouldn't have been a problem. Tim shrugs and says that his parents were never around and he was left to himself a lot, which made some things harder for him, and having a place to be around other kids and trusty adults while also learning new and useful skills might have made a difference. Jason is curious now: so what did he do instead? Tim talks about skateboarding and photography class. Jason doesn't draw a budget on a new skate park, instead suggesting it to Tim himself. There's a new skate park the next summer. Jason doesn't visit because he doesn't have time, not because skating always seemed very cool and very unapproachable to him, and now he has money for equipment, but, come on. He is pushing thirty. It would be ridiculous if he tried to start now.

Somehow, Steph wiggles to truth out of him, and she, Tim, and Cass (betrayer! Jason trusted at least Cass, but that just shows that you cannot trust a Wayne) kidnap Jason in the middle of the night and take him into the skate park. Jason was right, he is ridiculous on the board, and they laugh at him and film him and he is getting pissed until Steph also tries to skate and falls - she always preferred roller blades, she says. Cass fires back that it's not an excuse for getting clumsy and proves it by riding on the board with a perfectly good balance. It's ruined when she tries to do a kickflip and fails. So Jason now kinda gets that they were laughing with him and not him.

If only Numbers, Max, Chris, and the others could see him now, he thinks; they would have made so much fun of him for 'making friends with rich kids'. But they would have been happy for him, would make friends of their own.

Unfortunately, they are not around anymore.

"Yeah," he says, where he lied back on the ground and stares at the ceiling. "Shame a place like this wasn't around when we were growing up."

But it is around now, and it matters.

(surprisingly, after Wayne started to give him money, there were fewer assholes sniffing around Redline, instead of more; Jason chalks it up to the fact that crime rates are going down overall)

- Jason dons the Red Hood because there's little in this city people fear like Joker, and so he uses that fear to intimidate the lot of them, and when it fails (because fear never works), kill the problem at its root.

He never involves his guys but the word goes around that Jason paid off the new player in town, Red Hood, for protection, or maybe he is fucking him (because he was very adamant that he is not going to pay anyone for protection, so it has to be personal, and Red Hood isn't his family, seeing as Jason has none, and all his friends are either his co-workers or something like grandpas and grandmas of the neighborhood; that's the ridiculous assumption that was made of him, Jason thinks. He is not friends with old people - he eats their cookies and plays mahjong and listens to them rant about how baseball is not as good as it was back in the day anymore. He likes to know what they're doing because old people, unassumingly frail, put his teeth on edge - he likes to know what they're doing, to make sure they're not up to no good).

Or maybe Red Hood just likes what they have created for themselves here at Redline. Anyhow, they like Red Hood back and start wearing his colors. Up until they are starting to get arrested and questioned about what Red Hood had done, so Jason bans red clothes entirely. He is very upset by it himself, after green, it's his favorite color.

All goes well until there are literally hitmen after Red Hood. And killing his way through a Gotham gang is one thing, you need just to pay attention and pick a moment, preferably when Bats are distracted by Joker escaping Arkham or something.

He is still okay until there is literally an alien robot after him that packs a punch of Superman, and the rest of his superpowers too. Batman and Nightwing show up to the rescue, surprisingly. And then another time, just Batman, when it's Count Vertigo and Captain Nazi and someone else Jason didn't catch the name of. They work so well together, Jason thinks in another life they could have been soulmates.

It ends with assailants incapacitated (in Nazi's case, dead).

"What," asks Jason. "He is a Nazi! I am pretty sure it's not a crime."

"I know you think you're helping the city," Batman says. "I know people like you. But you're not. It's not the right way. I can help."

"Baby," Jason wants to call him 'old man' at first, but he is going for most infuriating instead. Batman doesn't look insulted, actually, and that's food for thought. "There's no one like me."

"Huntress. Azrael..." Batman literally starts counting on his fingers.

"Come on," Jason scoffs. "I don't have mile-wide daddy issues, and I wouldn't be caught dead in a cult."

"Reaper."

Jason heard about that one - crazy old man driven mad by grief over losing his wife in a random robbery.

"I am not doing vengeance - or justice," he says slowly, in case he really can make Batman understand. "It's self-defense."

"You're attacking, unprovoked. You decimating them."

"Attack is the secret of the defense. Read a book, jeez."

It goes even worse when Joker catches up on what is he doing. At first, Jason thought the clown knew and it fit with his brand of chaos and destruction - which didn't sit well with Jason, but he really didn't allow himself to go after people that weren't after him first. So he let him live and tried not to let it bother him, a potential of being someone Joker approved of. But no, the clown just didn't notice.

But then one time, Joker kidnapped him - and not only him. Holy shit, it's a lot of other vigilantes, there's Batgirl - the first one, and two Robins, and Nightwing, and Batman. Jason feels better about walking into a trap already. Still.

"I have a feeling that this is a theme party," he says to Joker. "But I don't exactly fit in."

"Oh no, you're just fine," Joker says. "After all, you do what the Bats do, only you actually succeed."

"Well, no," Jason says. He is drawing the notice of the psychopath by design because he notices that the others started steering too. He hopes a few of them are also trying to get out of their zip ties. Jason can't do it unless he is allowed to bang his hands against the corner of the wall or something - he hopes that the kids have better training than YouTube videos and some unfortunate youth experience. "They are saving people, I kill people. I would say we're the opposite."

Batman gives him a sharp look. Who knows if he believed Jason before, or he thinks Red Hood is showing his true colors now. Jason ignores it. He never looked for validation in random older buff men since he tried to jack Bruce Wayne's tires, got caught, returned the tires and even screwed them back in, and got thrown into Ma Gunn's school for his trouble (he would add 'god rest her soul' but he was the one who killed her and he's not a hypocrite).

"If anything," Jason continues looking up at Joker who is now perched on the table next to him. "I am more like you. I mean, there's the helmet - an obvious tell. I also murder people, just like you. And, I was told I am pretty hilarious. When I invited a cheerleader to a prom, no less. Isn't that enough likeness for you?"

Joker pretends to contemplate.

"I don't know, it seems like you're leaving yourself open for a "your mama" joke but that would be crass even for me. Still, I had a flame back in the day - don't worry, Batsy, it was before your time - so let's take this helmet off and check, shall we?"

If Joker thinks that Jason will panic that his secret identity will be revealed in a room full of people who want to throw him in jail or kill him - well, he already knows Joker knows who he is, seeing as he tailored a trap for him. Besides, Joker taking his helmet off won't give him the results he expects.

"Huh," Joker says, looking down at the domino mask Jason wears. "Are you sure you're not one of them?"

"Take it off and find out," Jason goads. "Might want to put the helmet down first, though, I don't want you to get even more smudges on its surface."

Joker, unsurprisingly, doesn't put the helmet down.

"It's rather pretty," he says. "And you did steal the name and the costume design from me."

"Improved, you mean," Jason shoots back and that's all he needs for Joker to get the helmet on.

"I don't know," Joker says in a goading tone. "They all say that remakes are never as good as the original. Now, let's see the man behind the mask!"

He pulls the mask off - someone from the other side of the table gasps.

"I give up," Joker says after a short beat of silence. "I was expecting a familiar face. But who are you supposed to be?"

He tilts his head to look at Jason's make-up - which is a lot of black eye shadow. He looks like a raccoon, and that's intentional, not because YouTube tutorials are harder than they look (though Jason still has mad respect for all the girls with beauty channels he is now subscribed to; he will never be able to pull it off but watching them do it is more satisfying than watching sports, for him).

"Don't you remember me?" Jason grins, and braces himself. "Jason Todd."

The helmet blows up, taking Joker's head off his shoulder. See, Jason knew voice-activated explosives were a perfectly reasonable failsafe. It's too easy to lose a detonator.

Debris of the helmet, and of Joker (Jason tries very hard not to think about it but he still hurls) hit him harder than the rest.

Bats do take him into custody. They help with the cuts. Then, when they are alone, Batman asks.

"You knew that we would get free eventually. We would have fought the Joker, and we would have freed you too. You didn't have to blow him up - didn't have to disclose your name either. Why didn't you wait?"

Jason hums in agreement. He didn't have to. He pretty much fucked himself over by doing that.

"If you did that before he asked my name, I would have. But there's only so much I have in my repertoire to keep him interested. I am not a man of the world, and nobody actually said I was hilarious, ever. I lied: I never went to a prom."

"I find you laughable!" A kid's voice, full of derision. It's muffled the next second. Probably, baby Robin and whoever is babysitting him were not supposed to listen in to the interrogation.

"Aw, your kids already approve of me," Jason smirks. "Do you want to go steady?"

There's a murmur, "I swear, B, why all the crazies go after you?". There's a sound of something hitting flesh and a sharp intake of breath. "No, D, I didn't mean your mom!"

Jason raises an eyebrow at Batman. Batman, by the aborted movement, probably wanted to cover his face with a hand or something like that. Instead, he asks Jason:

"You took out Two-Face, Penguin, Black Mask, now, Joker. When does it end, for you?"

"I am not hearing a no!" Jason sing-songs.

A girl's voice this time: "Well, he is right, it wasn't a no."

Batman's face twitches. Jason sighs and takes pity on him.

"Better question, Bruce, is when it ends for them. I told you already, I have only gone after people who were after my people. They were through a lot already, okay? And nobody was offering them chances. Not like you were, for your Rogue Gallery, handing out chances upon chances for the big names, with real blood on their hands, worse reasons, and no signs of stopping. Redline was their chance. I am not letting anyone take it away from them."

Jason sees how it kills Batman inside a little, not to ask about how Jason knows his name (which, easy; he met Bruce Wayne, he's not stupid). Still, acknowledging it would be as good as a confession. Batman presses forward instead.

"You mean, you won't let anyone take it away from you?"

Jason chuckles.

"Oh no, baby, you're a little behind the news. Do you think I have enough time in the day to be a CEO and Red Hood? Suzie Su is running things now there. Joker could have killed me, you could arrest me, and Redline will keep standing. People need that place, but they don't necessarily need me, anymore. I figure I combed through the city pretty well, nobody will actually believe Red Hood worked alone. Nobody will be crazy enough to check."

"And if they do, Suzie Su will replace you as the Red Hood as well?"

"Nah, she's retired. Red Hood died tonight."

It's true, even if Jason sees that Batman doesn't believe him. It's fine. The helmet blew up, and there won't be another like it. After all, when people realize that Joker, too, was just as mortal as the rest, his old moniker won't pack the same punch.

Besides, Miguel never appreciated Jason's fashion choices or talent at naming things. But what does he know? He spent who knows how long sleeping in some really disturbing aquarium, swimming in a greenish liquid, and he's likely from another reality altogether. They don't even have the right memes there.

"I can't let you go," Batman says.

"But throwing me in jail is really just asking for someone to die, you realize that, don't you? I didn't exactly make friends among criminals. Your best bet is if they shank me the first day in custody, while I am still injured. That's the only way to keep the body count down."

"Did Red Hood really die tonight?" Batman asks unexpectedly.

"Bruce, no," a groan is heard. Then, "Ow! What? He said he already knew - and that's not so hard to figure out! Cass figured it out - I did when I was nine, for fuck's sake!"

"Swearing, Red Robin."

"Sorry, Agent A."

"Not all of my kids approve of you," Batman adds, even more unexpectedly. "So let's give it a trial run. I will report that Joker killed Red Hood and threw his body off the waterfall - that ought to be an as plausible an explanation of the lack of the body as any. But if the Red Hood shows up again..."

"Scout honor," Jason raises his hand.

"You weren't a scout."

"Okay," Jason spits on his hand and offers it to Batman for a shake. "That's what we did on the streets. Gross but supposed to show you have both the trust in the other party, and that you're not a wuss."

"Not surprised you didn't go to prom," Batman deadpans. "With wooing technics like this."

He does repeat the gesture, so Jason doesn't know what he is complaining about: it obviously worked on him.

Before they let go, Batman tightens to grip.

"If someone new shows up to make trouble at Redline, nor you, neither anyone in your employ, is to take care of it yourselves. You will come to find me."

Someone to take care of Jason's issues for him? In this economy? Too good to be true, but then again, Bruce Wayne could afford it.

The question was, will he? His solution, the last time they met, was to throw Jason in some Death Class-knock off boarding school, where kids got brainwashed, tortured, exploited, and killed. Where do you think Jason learned that shit?

But Batman seems to give Jason exactly the chance he just said he always lacked. He will give it a try. And if it works?

Jason will never say anything bad about how Batman does things ever again.

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

The Robins as...

DICK:

Dick: Okay. *takes out a clipboard and a bunch of entrance tickets* Roll call.

Jason: This is dumb. We're not kids.

Dick: *grins* Hey, we don't get to do this a lot, so we should do it right. I don't want anyone getting lost.

Dick: *tosses a walkie-talkie to each of his siblings* Now, do you remember your code names?

He’s also the first one to get lost once they get in because he’s just raring to try every ride he can. But he particularly enjoys those where he feels like he’s freefalling.

Ride Attendant: *deadpan* Sir, I don’t know how you did that, but if you don’t get back behind those safety restraints I’m going to have to ask you to get off this thing.

Dick: *reduces his dislocated shoulder and winks at them before spreading his wings arms and jumping off (much to the attendant’s horror)*

How he gets Bruce to come on these family trips is beyond anyone...

Dick: You promised me, Bruce. We pinky-swore. 

Bruce: *trying to solve a cold case on the Batcomputer* Those things aren’t binding, Dick.

Dick: They are to me.

... Let alone how he gets Bruce to ride the Bumper Cars every time.

Dick: *excitedly tapping the steering wheel with his fingers* Isn’t this fun, Bruce? This time you get to be a rogue, and I get to be Batman chasing you in the Batmobile. 

Bruce: *in the car across from Dick’s, struggling to fit into it and trying to fasten the flimsy seat belt* Hrrrn.

>>> --- <<<

JASON:

While his family and their friends race to the most thrilling rides, he usually heads elsewhere by himself. Everyone assumes he’s the daredevil (and they’re right). But, if truth be told, he only comes on these family trips for a different kind of escape: solitude.

Jason: *lights up a cigarette as he takes in the breathtaking view from the top of the Ferris wheel, which had stopped turning*

Damian: *dangling from a spoke cable near Jason's cabin* Todd.

Jason: *gets startled and drops his cigarette into the abyss* WHA- HOW -- DID YOU JUST CLIMB UP THIS THING?

Damian: *jumps into the cabin, sits across from Jason, and dusts himself off*

Jason: Shouldn't you be down there having fun, kid?

Damian: This place is overrated.

Jason: You’re too young to be this cynical.

Damian: -Tt- What do you know?

Jason: *takes another cigarette from his jacket pocket, lights it up, then takes a drag* I know you think it’s too late for you to have a childhood, but it’s not, alright? Look, Robin’s a great gig and everything -- Heck, I loved every second of it until, well... What I’m trying to say is that sometimes we forget that we have a life outside of being Batman’s sidekick.

Damian: *shuffling his feet awkwardly*

Jason: *chuckles* I know all the sweetest rides. Next time we come here, you stick with me, deal?

Damian: *grins* Deal.

Jason and Damian: *enjoy the silence that follows*

>>> --- <<<

TIM:

Show-off, that’s what he is. 

Carnival Attendant: *exhausted from re-stacking the milk jugs for the nth time*  

Tim: *handing over the nth stuffed toy he’s won in a row* Here you go. 

The nth child to approach him: *enthusiastic* Thank you, mister!

Carnival Attendant: *wiping sweat off their forehead* Boy, I think it’s time you moved to another booth.

Tim: *sheepishly scratching his head* Oh, um, they’ve all already kind of asked me to do that, so...

He’s not very good at separating work from pleasure.

Dick [on the walkie-talkie]: Timmy? Over. Where are you? Over. Wanna try Lex’s “Drop of Doom” with me --

Tim: *moving at 100 km/hr* Not now, Dick! Over!

Dick: Woah, what’re you on? It sounds like you’re moving really fast. Over.

Tim: Ziplining! Over! Roger! Whatever! Gotta go --

Dick: Wait, what? There’s a zip li-- *static*

Tim: *crashes into the criminal he’s been tracking down* GOTCHA!

Let’s just say maybe he’s not the best person to bring to an amusement park (as his ex-girlfriend Zoanne Wilkins would attest to in canon).

Tim: *yawning*

Bruce: *frowning* You have footprints on your face.

Tim: *slaps Bruce’s hand away as the latter attempts to wipe it off* It’s a new look.

Alfred: I trust you enjoyed your nap on the Bouncy Castle, Master Timothy?

Dick: *throws hands up in frustration* I thought we talked about this. No going on patrol at least one day before this trip, remember? 

>>> --- <<<

DAMIAN:

Tim: *squatting slightly to be face-to-face with Damian* Do you know what they do to children who can’t reach the height limit for rides, brat? 

Damian: Shut your fat mouth, Drake!

Tim: *grinning mischievously* They don’t let them ride anything but those spinning teacups --

Alfred: Enough, Master Timothy.

Drake and his nonsense, right? Of course he’s tall enough (making him breathe a secret sigh of relief). But maybe, just maybe, those teacups would be better than: 

Damian: *covering his ears and glaring at Dick, who’s been gleefully screaming his head off, for the entire duration of the roller coaster ride*

Dick: *pumping his fists in the air as the ride slows down to a stop* Woohoooo! Wanna do it again, Little D?

Damian: -Tt- *gets up once the restraints are lifted and trudges away*

He doesn’t understand how his siblings are still this exhilarated to be in such a “juvenile” place when they face actual life-and-death situations on an almost-daily basis. Until...

Damian: *tugs on Bruce’s sleeve* Father. I need $200.

Bruce: Son, you don’t have to pay every time you get on a ride --

Damian: No, not for those things! It’s for that. *points at a souvenir shop* And that. *points at a cotton candy cart* And that. *points at a poster of an upcoming musical performance* 

Alfred: *gives Bruce a pointed look*

Bruce: *takes his wallet out* Here, take my card.

Damian: *grabs Alfred’s hand* Let’s go, Pennyworth! We’ve no time to waste!

Bruce: *grins as he watches Damian drag Alfred with him*

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

They’re definitely not your typical theme park-going family, @alias-sunshine . Thanks for this suggestion. The boys needed a break.

[bryan360]

I like to thank to my P-Pal that today he made this revamp version from his previous art trade since August. 6th, 2020. It's something while take me back when I asked me during our secret art trade progress together, but looks even better for this one when he using in digital paint through details. It was a very impressive look from what he did with the first one of 🐿Sallie Chips, 🐰🍫Choco, and 🐘🎮Jumbo; take back in June 13th nonetheless. Link Here

Although I did some helping by giving color palettes from my other Animal OCs that he needed it. Actually make that two because he'll be saving the next one for August 19th. For now, let's appreciate for this one from my P-Pal made for Heffy, Todd, and Marco; my other Animal OCs because duh. I'm just asking. 😅

Heffy: ☺👍🏼

Todd: I agreed with you, Heffy. This is much better when we first appeared through our P-Pal's previous secret art trade drawing. It's good when I enjoy some reading time while guarding sheeps of my mind!

Marco: Don't forget about me when I'm having a good sunshine for Puerto Rico when I was in vacation....that is if we're still hoping about the pandemic can be over soon.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 5 "Pumpkin Patch" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

The theme was "Let Them Eat Cake," so my dad bought me this foreclosed McMansion down the street, and, like, 500 of my closest friends came dressed in 18th century attire, and, oh, the pool was filled with this, like, caviar slurry. And then at midnight, we just burnt the house down. When the firefighters came, they were actually strippers, and they put out the fire with champagne.

So walk me through this, honey.

Well, as you can see, every pumpkin in the patch is artisanal.

Then we move past the ice sculptures of demonic peeing cherubs, and yes, they will all be peeing vodka and Red Bull.

I'm sorry. Corn maze?

It's just that doing an exact replica maze from The Shining would have taken us way over budget on man power alone.

I told you money was no object.

Well, apparently, one of them died or something.

Do you have any idea what's at stake here?

Okay, well, it's not my fault that some guy died in the '70s.

I am tired of your sad-sack, I'm-a-total-downer-all-the-time schtick.

I'm over it!

Oh, my God, why are you so depressed?

Why do I have to be the homely one?

Just a second, nutbag.

God, do I have to spell it out for you?

You're a weird, psycho lunatic who's gonna end up in an asylum somewhere, staring at a wall, trying to nurse a watering can.

That's it! I can't take this anymore!

That is such a Mary Todd Lincoln thing to say.

You scream "I'm done with you" kind of a lot, and yet you're still standing here.

I think you know you have a good thing going.

You get to bask in my starlight as I do all the work and you get to grumble behind my back about how disrespected you are.

There's the door.

There's the door, bitch!

You did not deserve to be spoken to like that. Ever.

That is bollocks!

Clearly this fake kidnapping is a play to get the sympathy vote. So Gone Girl.

This is the biggest candle night of the year!

I hate you right now!

Halloween is the greatest night of the year. Greatest night. Because on this night, even kind of shy, kind of homely girls dress up like total sluts. I mean, every costume is just a slutty version of something. Slutty teacher, slutty nurse, slutty nun. I saw a girl last year dressed as slutty al-Qaeda!

See, Halloween it's a night for dudes with killer bods to walk around with our shirts off. And it's totally appropriate, as long as we call ourselves gladiators, Chippendales.

I have no idea how you got into this college.

Look, we'll just hang out and play charades!

This cannot be happening!

Hey, what about Black Hairy Tongue Disease? I mean, does nobody here care about Black Hairy Tongue?

What about my pumpkin patch?

I blame you for this.

[NAME], nice boobs.

Join me in saying you are not afraid!

Just baking some cookies for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

Uh, they're toenail cookies.

Pink fur coats worn in all weather, my idea. Flapper dresses made out of feathers, also my idea. Oversized sunglasses worn everywhere, my idea, my idea, my idea!

So why are you baking toenail cookies and giving them to children?

Okay, whose side are you on?

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm what you call

a "switch-hitter."

Wait, are you bisexual? Because that's what "switch-hitter" means.

Do you mean "double agent"?

What are you writing?

Do you know how big Halloween is in the candle community?

Is this an ant farm?

There's a mom ant, Deborah, who mostly just lies around and she has about 100 husband ants, who come around and give it to her good, which she really enjoys. And then there's about a million sterile daughter ants who feed her and are her slaves. So, an ideal family.

She'd win. And then I'd beg to be her second-in-command, while quietly pull the strings behind the scenes like Dick Cheney.

This plan involves a lot of circuitous logic.

Oh, my God! Those are, like, $100 each!

They're the highest quality candles that can be purchased retail.

What a brilliant and revolutionary idea.

Are you cheating?

This is a clear violation of the honor code.

You must be new here.

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna get you fired.

At least you wore something nice today.

Remember to smile for your mug shot.

I'm burping uncontrollably like Robert Durst.

They'll know I'm guilty!

I'm next in line and in charge here.

You can sum up my viewpoint on this with one word; indifference.

We are her only hope.

Sometimes, in order for a person to achieve their full potential, they have to do things on their own.

I am in charge here!

I love that you're a man.

This is the most sensual song ever written.

We need to do this right now!

I just saw her boobs.

Oh, a salad date is, it's like, it's more casual than dinner, but more formal than coffee.

Whose pants are these?

You know, you're a human being with feelings and needs, right?

Enough about me and my confusion and sad dead feeling inside.

It just really hurt my feelings.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure my so-called friends are the ones that turned me in so I'm just feeling, like, super alone right now.

Man, I am your biggest Instagram fan!

I just think you are a style genius.

I will never be able to repay you for the kindness you've shown me in here.

Besties for life, I say.

Your bail's been posted.

I knew you'd bail me out.

Can I just say what a relief it is to be able to share it with somebody and not feel judged?

You know, I mean, all my girlfriends are like, "That's immoral." "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Ashamed? What the hell you got to be ashamed for?

You should be proud.

I could've lost my job.

I mean, it lasted, like, 45 seconds, and the whole time, it just felt like I was getting stabbed in the abdomen.

I tied him up and I kept my uniform on and proceeded

to read him his rights. My favorite being "You got the right to remain sexy."

Give me some!

You know he's sexy!

That was one of the best nights of my life.

Well, I've already contacted the police department, despite the fact that a person can't be considered "missing" until at least 72 hours has passed.

That's morbid.

I've already hired an investigator.

What, are you two a couple now?

What the hell are you doing?

You sold me down the river, bitch.

Wait, Gary Coleman's parents stole his kidneys?

I would never say that, because I'm pretty sure that never even happened.

Why does ratting me out sound like exactly something you would do?

You know, I've never thought of myself as a killer, but I am seriously considering ramming this pick into the back of your eye socket.

Maybe you'll get your head sawed off.

You have cameras in my room?

I have eyes everywhere, bitch.

The name of my future perfume is Revenge.

How is that something you just happen to know?

That is stupidest thing I've ever heard.

What's the password?

I just can't eat any more of these.

This ain't The Marriage Ref! This ain't Judge Joe Brown! We ain't on the Maury Show! We ain't standin' in line trying to get tickets to Dr. Phil! I am not Steve Harvey, people, and this ain't the Family Feud!

I'm tryin' to catch a killer.

Help me get the spy gear in the car!

How can you promise?

We're in a maze, you don't know where you're going!

I always knew it would come to this.

Why are we doing this right now?

I forgot the flashlights!

What am I supposed to do with this?

This is so creepy.

It smell like booty in here.

I'm getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.

I might start farting. If I cut some, you promise not to tell anyone?

Oh, my boob!

Stay where you are! I'll come and get you!

Ooh, this is nice.

It's really beautiful.

It looks like you just crossed some stuff out and wrote that in in marker.

Okay, can we talk about that for a second? Because it just happened a few hours ago, and I'm still really traumatized.

I need some cheering up right now.

Excuse me, darling, I'm exhausted.

Wait, we need to hear what happened to you.

Just wondering where you find a house with a pit. The market for them would be pretty limited.

Did you escape, or did you kill him?

I've always had a thing for bad boys.

That got way out of hand.

[jdmainman123]

Yeah I understand Mike you guys are doing this for any and every sunrise that's why we're getting rid of God and NCIS from our sunrise to guarantee we have no black skins there claiming an airplane or a yacht and fish for bed Beach I'll surrounded by water as we heard you are not allowed in snow you blacks are not allowed in a snow airport

Covid-19 you guys all got trucks that's great you know at least we'll have something to remember the white hair girls by and not the men driving the trucks it's it's a real sentiment if they would have got M5 or beamers or or a Mercedes remember M3 remember Mike's dead family was found dismembered in a Mercedes three class 300s 300 series 300 class

WHAT DO I SAY TO MY BROTHER LISTEN THE BLACK AND GOLD SUN GOT MARRIED THEY'RE BOTH NAMED MIKE THEY'RE GOING TO BE CONTROLLING ANY AND EVERY SUNRISE WITH THE GUY NAMED TODD THAT SOMETIMES SHOWS UP

And they're all going to be killed by a white hair white skin boy Jason and a white hair white skin boy angel and both of the the bigger Brothers the men

I quit I don't I don't need you people from here on out for you guys to align any and every sunrise migrating entire blackskin family to to silence Jason sex life over to satellite ah that's what you guys wanted to get to find a black skin man that lives on the beach and to challenge Jason white skin sex life or to find a black skin in Las Vegas to challenge white skin Jason sex life yeah I sound I found a cookie you guys are looking for this is the beauty yeah let's call this on black mass Justice in that white match Justice if my bedding goes right I'm going to look at I don't know 10% equals 100% in my book this one man in secret has gold Suns tiny white skin butt written all over it and I don't I don't I don't need this for now I quit

Yeah the Indian every sunrise threat remember that black skin girl who managed to weaponize yacht fish across every sunrise in the Mia puow flag site she did it by capturing me and then doing one incident I don't remember what the incident one it was either one broken bones or 10 broken bones one incident to align any and every sunrise with the black skin man I know a black skin Man black hair white son said every girl from Las Vegas she's into that City and never showed up to check on the girls mean while this lunatic has every White white white skin Jason sex life for every girl to watch and it's it's we can cut out the middle man right here remember NCIS let's cut off the head of the snake that's what we're going to do here it doesn't matter if the skates snakes the white skin snake or a black skin snake all the accent Dent said was it was snake venom

The integration of antecedent voice has become a man dying just a black skin and a white skin man telling me what the white hair girls think AND AND AGAIN YOU GUYS CAN HAVE THE AMERICAN AIRLINES AND SOUTHWEST AIRLINES WE'RE GOING TO GET RID OF BOTH OF THEM YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I MADE A DEAL WITH DELTA VERY SPECIFIC TO HOW I'M GOING TO THROW ROCKS FROM SNOW CLARK COUNTY THERE NO REASONS OREGON AND UTAH I'M GOING TO THROW ROCKS THE SIZE OF SNOWBALLS INTO LAS VEGAS AND NOT BLACK BLACK HAIR WHITE SKIN PEOPLE OVER

Yeah any and every sunrise threat is one of the girls of Miami Florida quit it was when we pronounce the black girl never going to leave she's going to be there for birthright she's going to raise the kids and she's the most important black girl in the world remember we sent you guys on a wild goose chase all you blacks get new recruits came to my beach saying we have to protect her I f*** the game up for her and we told you no dumb dumb the one that matters lives in Las Vegas not on a fish lake because there's no water that's why she would be black and you guys all fell for it you guys are on the next planes over there to protect her and we had every girl on our Island and our beach to ourselves it was a genius tactic you guys all wanted a free trip we said you guys earned it and the next day you guys are all Austin Las Vegas protecting the only black singer in the world that really did not matter she did not matter she does not matter

No but any and every sunrise that was how the black hair white skin girls were murdered just for your information they couldn't tolerate it they couldn't stand it so I guess the little black girl Michelle weaponized me across the sunrise is 304 3/4 the American airlines and the Southwest listen we don't need your trains and cities without Walmarts we need satellite protection we need our tiny razor just in case one of your monkeys challenge us outside the mic and Sean incident I really should use fob you here but you guys know why I'm here Sandy is missing my red have you guys seen Sandy I've been looking for her she's a white hair girl with curly hair she looks like a ginger root Sandy has anybody ever seen her in the sand the sand beneath beneath my body when I die for this girl I'll kill for this girl knowing one thing I have Sean under my thumb I have Sean under my foot he came to stay with me for 2-3 years and he fought Mike remember it was an accident because Fabio put his hands on Mike remember Zack was there

I know exactly what it wasn't he quit smoking

SO ANY AND EVERY SUNRISE LET ME REMIND YOU THE GIRLS ARE THINKING WHAT THEY WANT TO SAY TO YOU NOW TELL THEM IT'S TOO LATE THEY'RE SURROUNDED BY THE MIA POW FLAG SITES AND PAUL PAW 🐾🐾🐾 PET RELIEF FLAGS ARE GOING TO GO UP AND WE'RE GOING TO NOTICE WE'RE GOING TO PUT YOUR ATTACK ON GOD BECAUSE YOU HATE DOGS ON THE FIRST ON THE FIRST ATTENDANCE OKAY WE'RE NOT GOING TO BRING UP THE ATTACKS ON AMERICANS ALL SUNLIGHT CITIES ATTACKS ON STATE NAMES USING A ROAD ON THE HIGHWAY TO SAY WE'RE IN TENNESSEE NOWHERE IN PHOENIX NO WE'RE IN THE NORTH PART OF LAS VEGAS WHERE NO CASINOS JUST A BUNCH OF BLACKS HANGING OUT ON A TRAIN

And that's why the girls quit any in every sunrise you guys managed to kill him and just hold hands gold sun and black Sun are getting married they're going to share the white hair white skin girls and without the black pair of whites and girls because they quit after you guys called any and every sunrise remember

The I did it tours I controlled it towards of the black and white skin girls they said they managed to weaponize the beach and stay home against any and every sunrise threat and control our own sunrise but in these cities the men have taken over and it's more men on the airplane and listen you guys can keep the plane lights for the southwest and American airlines airplanes please with all due please don't bring them to our Delta parties please don't bring them to our Continental parties don't bring them to our private playing parties you want to keep your Southwest American airlines right right here under the pet relief flags which we are going to donate to you guys so you guys can landmark why you guys hate God and dogs so much

P and tell the girls I tried okay at least I tried I never meant to start a war okay