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[arkhamsrevenge]

Jealously Often leads to trouble.

@themortalbooklibrary Sorry it took so long! But here you go!

You sit in the Osborn’s lab hiding your tears. You don’t want Harry to see you crying silently, thinking you were losing hope for him. You need to be his rock right now. He’s getting worse by the day. What are you going to do? You try desperately to put the thought of him dying out of your head. At the rate things are going…no you can’t think like that.

“Y/N?” You look up to meet the eyes of Peter and quickly try to wipe the tears away from your face. Peter quickly made his way over to where you were sitting and knelt down. “Is it Harry?” He whispers to which you nod.

“What are we going to do Pete?” You ask in a broken voice. “He’s dying and nothing is working. I just don’t understand how…why his treatment just stopped working.” You let you a sob and Peter handed you tissues. You gladly take them and continue wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. 

“We’ll figure something out. Everything's gonna be-”

“Please don’t promise that.” You interrupt. “Don’t tell me it’s all going to work out. Please don’t Pete cause I won't be able to believe you ever again if it doesn't!” You say covering your eyes fighting the sobs again. Peter quickly pulled you into a hug.

“It’ll be OK. Alright? We’ll figure this out somehow, I know it.” You wrapped your arms around Peter’s waist as he pulled you up from your sitting position. He pulled back and put his hands on your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “We’ll figure it out, OK? Harry will be fine. I'll make sure of it.” He said, pulling you into a hug again. Little did you know Harry had heard and seen only half of the conversation. It sounded to him that Pete was going to “take care” of him so he could have you all to himself. Is that why Pete was acting this way?  Angrily, he hobbled away, tears welled up in his eyes. No way is Pete taking you from him. He can have everything else, his father, his suit and whatever else but you? No way. He’ll prove to you that he’s the better man and always has been. 

* * *

“Somethings wrong with Harry!” Pete yelled over the phone. Panic spreads throughout your body. 

“OK I’m heading to his house now!” You said grabbing your bag. 

“No! You can’t! He’s not right! Don’t go near him! Stay away!” You scoffed. 

“Really Pete? No, I'm going to see him.” You said. “You haven’t really been around for weeks and now you think you know what’s going on with him?” You snarled. 

“Please. You have to listen to me. I’m trying to protect you!” Pete said as you opened your door to see…Harry. Who’s eyes were burning through your own. You smiled when you saw him and couldn’t help but hug him forgetting his balance wasn’t good anymore but he didn’t even stumble.

“Harry,” You sighed, letting go. “Pete said something bad happened to you.” 

“Y/N? Is he there?” Shit. You forgot Pete had called you. You were about to answer when Harry grabbed your phone and ended the call then chuckled darkly. 

“I bet Pete wishes something bad happened to me. Then he’d have you all to himself again.” Your brow furrowed. 

“What? No he’s been running all over the place trying to find Dr. Connors, so you can get your healing suit back. Yeah, he's been a dick about it, but...” Harry’s eye grew darker as he advanced forward into your house.

“He didn’t want to give it back to me. He was going to let me die!” Harry said, pinning you between himself and a wall. His hands laid flat on a wall next to both sides of your face. Your words were failing you. Would Peter really do that? Would Harry lie about that? “But I took it back.” Harry said as his eyes turned pitch black as he transformed into a huge monstrous thing with massive teeth and a large tongue. You should have screamed, fought, ran something! But you didn’t. It’s like your head knew it was Harry so whatever this was is still a part of him therefore, it’s a very slim chance that he’ll hurt you like this. “We are better than him.” Your jaw dropped as the monster spoke. “We will prove it to you.” You swallow dryly as a hand reaches for you. Reacting, you flinched slightly and closed your eyes hoping whatever Harry was going to, he’d do it quickly. “Are you scared?”  

“No. Just uncertain.” You say your eyes are still closed. 

“We are not going to hurt you. We just want you to see that you belong with us and not him.”  You open your eyes. 

“Him as in Pete?” The Creature growled. 

“Yes. Him”  This time you leaned off the wall and walked closer to The Creature. 

“Harry, do you think I… love Pete?” you ask. 

“We are not-.” 

“I’m not talking to you.” You say in a stern way. “I’m talking to Harry.” You put your hand where his heart should be and The Creature gave him back to you. Harry was still acting differently but all you wanted was answers. “Harry,” you started again, “do you think I love Pete?” Harry’s eyes were still dark and he didn’t answer at first. 

“I saw you.” He growled. “He was hugging you when you were crying. He’s always taking everything from me and now he wants you.” His jaw clenched. You take your hand and raise it to Harry’s face. He grabs it out as if he expects you to hurt him but once seeing the look in your eyes, brings your hand to his face. 

“Pete’s a friend, Harry.” You whisper. “He caught me crying. Something I didn’t want you to see. I didn’t want you to think I was giving up hope.” Finally, Harry’s eyes softened. He pulled back releasing you from being trapped between him and the wall. 

“I didn’t know.” You smile and open your mouth to say something until the door to my apartment swings open. I turned to see Pete in a Spider-man costume. My mouth dropped. You were about to start a butt load of questions when Pete pulled me away from Harry. You resist.

“Pete stop! This isn’t-” You start when you see Harry grab Pete’s arm on mine and effortlessly through it off. You turn to Harry who had inky black veins surrounding him. Oh no. The Creature is going to come out if he gets too upset. 

“Do not touch her.” Harry said as a warning to Pete while still looking at you. 

“We gotta get that thing off of you.” Pete shouts. Harry’s eyes turn black.

“We are not a thing!” You reached for Harry thinking you could calm him again until you felt yourself being thrown back. Your head bounces off a nearby door as you hit the floor. You felt something trickle down your forehead. Through blurry vision you saw Harry throw Pete off to the side knocking him out. The Creature turns its attention to you. You struggle to get up, limbs feeling like lead. “Do not worry.” It said kneeling down beside you. “We will take care of you.” You  felt the Creature pick you up carefully as if you were made of glass. “Nothing will hurt you again.” It said turning back into Harry. “It’s just a small cut.” He reassures as if he didn’t just throw his best friend across the room. “You’ll be OK. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything.” Harry says as your vision fades to black. 

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[arkhamsrevenge]

Hello! Can you write a nurse reader x harry osborn? :)

MAKE YOU BETTER

an: hello! i love reading ur harry fics so much, thank you for this prompt! i hope u like it <3 ps: reader does not know peter is spiderman, they just think peter got injured somehow and the symbiote transferred over to him. spiderman having a black suit, in their eyes, is just a coincidence. just imagine reader being totally oblivious, lol.

summary: You're Harry's nurse and you can't help him feel better physically anymore, so you resort to playing therapist. (fluff/a little angst if you squint) pairing: harry osborn x reader warnings: sick & irritable harry

You knock twice as gently as possible, trying not to disturb Harry too much. He mumbles something that resembles “come in,” so you allow yourself to slowly open the door. You close it upon entering and lean against it.

“How are you feeling today, Harry?” you ask, wishful thinking taking over, though you think you probably know the answer.

Harry shuffles a little in his bed and leans his head back. He swallows hard, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. His form has gotten frail over the past couple of days.

He breathes in deeply and his words come out in a whisper, “Never been better.” He smiles sarcastically and breathes out his nose, a laugh that does not require him to flex his stomach.

You can see his pain. You can feel it too. You don’t want to pry, but as his nurse, you have a job. You are supposed to make him feel better, get healthier. He can’t get any better, physically, that is. Your real task now is to change his mindset.

“What’s been bothering you lately? Any serious pain I should know about?” You cross your arms, still leaning on the door.

Harry is sitting up now, giving you a better view of the dark purple bags under his eyes. You wince and look down, avoiding his gaze. “The usual. My pain lately has been in my head. I’ve been mulling things over, got lots to think about.”

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. His boredom has reached a new peak, having filled out four science-themed crossword books.

You nod at him as if to say “Go on.”

He furrows his brows in thought, still looking down at his hands.

“It’s Peter.” He looks up at you swiftly. “He’s… changed.”

You move towards his bed and take a seat nearer to him, to make him more comfortable. Your words come out slowly and very quietly, “Changed, how?”

He sighs, “It’s complicated. After his little… accident, having the symbiote- um, the suit- affects him in a way that it hadn’t done to me. He’s angry.”

You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve seen it. When Peter blew up on Harry and told him he should “pop some more pills.” From knowing Peter for a few months now, you would never have expected him to act that way towards anyone, let alone his best friend.

“Has he ever been angry like that before, with you?” You inquire, still pushing.

“Never. I was usually the one with the temper.”

“If you’ll allow me to play devil's advocate, I think you might need to give Peter the benefit of the doubt because-”

Harry gripped his comforter until his knuckles turned white.

“He wants me to die.” The words came out like a curse, laced with venom. His face falls into his palm, and he rubs his temples.

Once he finds himself calm, he opens his mouth again to speak, but no words come out. He looks at your face, eager to listen. Something about the way you look at him helps him find the words.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, he’s fighting his own battles. We all are.” He looks up at you, awaiting a response. You fall silent.

Your gaze is morphing under his. You feel like you’re melting rapidly under a heat lamp, but you’re just looking at each other. This moment feels more meaningful than the actual verbal conversation you were having just moments before. You’re beginning to feel different about him, and the feeling is dangerous, fatal even.

“Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m some sick child.” Harry turns his head away from you, like an actual child. A child who doesn’t want to listen to his guardian.

You scramble, “Like what? I wasn’t looking at you like anything; I was just-”

“You were pitying me; I can see it with my own two eyes.” The moment was fleeting, but you could see him changing his mind mid-sentence. Something about you kept him sane.

You breathe loudly, and he can hear the gears turning in your head. You were calculating a response so as not to irritate him further.

“I wasn't pitying you. I was just… I was thinking about how you were before. You were so full of life, seeing you like this makes me wonder what you would be doing if you weren’t in this position.” You reach for his hand and clasp it gently. His hand is cold, in contrast to your warm ones. Your thumb moves in circles over his knuckles.

“Can you help me stand up, please?” He flashes doe eyes at you, waiting for an answer. You grip his hand tighter and help him rise from the bed. When he is fully standing, he pulls you into a hug so swiftly that you wobble a bit.

He buries his head into your neck and mumbles something incoherent, and you don’t bother to ask him to repeat himself. You hold each other for just a second too long.

“Sorry, I just wanted to look out the window.” He hobbles over to the giant window and stops in front of it, placing a hand on the frame and leaning on it.

“New York City used to be so beautiful, don’t you think?” He continues to stare longingly at the world outside his room.

“I think it’s still gorgeous.” You stand next to him, placing a hand on his bicep to make sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Of course you would. Any world with you in it should be grateful to have you.” He turns towards you and removes your hand from his arm, placing a hand on your waist. He looks down at you with an unreadable gaze.

You look up at him and cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle with an ambition that you haven’t seen in all of your days of knowing him. He looks down at your lips and you notice. He leans in, and you follow suit, connecting your lips in harmony.

“You are the most beautiful thing in all of New York City, Harry.”

an: hello! i hope this was what you were looking for, i got a little carried away. this was a lot of fun! thank you for the ask again!

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[arkhamsrevenge]

haiii thank u for writing ps5 harry osborn fics!! can u write a fic with making out with him plz and thank u!!

Hello! I can try! Here you go!

How on earth did you get to this point? Pete called you saying Harry was feeling a little off today ever since his treatment wasn’t helping anymore. You always made his day better and Peter knew Harry had a crush on you all throughout high school. You stayed in contact with Harry, Peter and MJ since then and have always been a frequent flier when the three of them wanted to do something together. But Harry disappeared for two years and you lost touch with MJ and Peter during that time. Not on purpose but not having Harry around hurt a lot and all of you were just constant reminders of how he wasn’t there to each other. MJ and Peter were able to lean on each other but you ran from your emotions, something you still regret. When Aunt May died you went to the funeral and were basically tackled by MJ and Pete who were so relieved to see you. All of you cried in each others arms that day. Cried for May, and for each other. Later MJ and Peter would inform you about what really happened to Harry. That was the third group cry you all had. Peter started a group chat to make sure no one was left behind again. Yet there was still a hole in your chest every time you saw MJ and Pete together. It was a reminder that Harry wasn’t here, he wasn’t with you. When Harry came back, he had a cane with him and he was standing outside Pete’s door. His figure was leaning on his old car and he looked in deep thought. MJ was the first to scream with joy but you stayed frozen. Harry looked up to see her running down the steps to him, you thought you were dreaming until she hugged him. She knocked him off balance a bit as well. Peter had heard MJ’s scream and swung open the door. He turned to you with a smile and ran after MJ. Finally you were able to unfreeze and follow after Pete who looked like he wasn’t going to let go of Harry anytime soon. “I missed you.” He said smiling. It was nice to see Pete smile like that after May died but soon those amber eyes met yours, you swore your heart stopped. Pete stepped away and turned to you waiting for you to move but you didn’t have a chance to. Harry reach out and pulled himself to you, almost knocking you over. You were able to catch yourself and him. “Sorry.” He mumbled burying his face into your neck. You couldn’t even speak at first, afraid you’d break down if you tried.He held you for a long time until Peter cleared his throat. Which made the two of you break the hug. 

“We can leave you two alone if you want.” MJ chuckled as your face got hot. Since that day, all four of you hadn’t left each others side. But then, Harry was getting sick again which is why you went to his house. Pete said he and Harry were fighting but trying to look for a cure. Your job was to keep morale up for Harry. At least you succeeded in that since you're currently straddling his lap with his tongue down your throat. You guys were just watching a movie, one you couldn’t recall the title of. You couldn’t even pay attention as your mind was elsewhere. Thinking of every resource you could pull in order to help Harry get better. He must have read your mind because he took your hand making you jump in surprise. 

“Yikes. Sorry space cadet but I had to get you to come back to earth.” Harry said laughing. You smiled back and held his hand tighter, noticing they were getting colder, blood flow was getting worse. Still you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. “Stop looking at me like that.” Harry whispered. This time you looked up to meet his hazel eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” You wanted to believe him so bad but your mind has always gone to the worst case scenario first. “I’m not and I feel fine.” Harry said, spreading his arms wide, letting go of your hand. “I feel confident enough to try and tickle you even if you run.” Your eyes widened and your smile dropped. Harry snickered. “That’s how good I feel.” You gulped and screamed laughing as Harry launched himself at you. You tried to maneuver over the arm of the couch but Harry grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back. “Uh uh uhhhh.” He laughed, tickling your sides. Not wanting to hurt him you tried not to kick as he mercilessly tickled you. Suddenly he stopped making you open your eyes and look at him. Your laughing started to stop while you tried to catch your breath, your brow furrowed as you waited for him to say something. “If somehow…” he started, “I don’t…I have to go away again, I want no regrets.” He whispered. You were suddenly extremely aware of the position you were in. Harry was hovering over you, face very close to yours and Harry keeps looking from your lips to your eyes like he’s begging for something. Your cheeks go hot and you start to lean up on your elbows. You go slow to make sure he knows he can pull away if he wants but Harry stays still. Lightly you test the waters by placing your lips on his slowly giving him a kiss. You started to pull away when Harry met your lips again, wanting more he pulled you up and across his lap so you were straddling him. You continued to kiss him until you felt the tip of his tongue poking at your lips. Harry turned his head to get better access to your mouth as you let him explore. Eventually you pull away wanting him to catch his breath. Harry struggled to breathe normally for a minute. “I’m OK.” He whispers and pulls you into another kiss. 

“Well you definitely boosted morale.” MJ’s voice carried across the room. You jumped in surprise and got off Harry’s lap stunned. Harry’s face was redder than his hair. “I dropped by to check on you Harry but you seem just fine.” 

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[arkhamsrevenge]

Soooo… what do you think Harry would be like in bed?

I can answer that but these are NSFW

Pre Venom-

Before Venom took over he would be a giver 100%

Gets Hard from eating you out 

Big dick but a sub energy, likes it when someone is in command 

PRAISE KINK

Call him ‘pretty boy’ and he’ll cum not soon after 

Loves hearing when he’s doing a good job.

“You’re doing a great job, pretty boy. Keep going. You're being so good to me.” somehow that makes him even harder. 

Loves to see you during sex

Pretty vanilla

Likes to take his time with intimate moments like those (him not knowing if his sickness will come back is always in the back of his mind)

Wants to hold you as close as possible 

Post Venom

What in the dominant is going on!?

BIG dick energy has emerged 

Praise kink is still there but takes your moans and screams of pleasure as praise

Suddenly he’s very commanding when you are having sex (not that you mind)

Wants to try new positions every twenty minutes

At one point he pins you down by your throat and picks up the pace and you swear his eyes turned black

Still likes to get you off first but does it until your overstimulated and begging for a break and even then he convinces you to give him one more “Come on just gimme one more, then I’ll fuck you.” 

This guy just KEEPS going

Some days you don’t know how his stamina has gotten so good

You’re tired after the third round yet he can go six now!?!

And if you can’t hold yourself up anymore? That’s when Harry uses Venom

“Too tired to hold yourself up? That’s OK, I can do it for you.” He says in a low voice. 

Cue the Venom tentacles wrapping themselves around your legs and holding you up more so Harry can so in deeper

#ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn #marvels spider man 2 #spider man 2 ps5 #insomniac spider man

[arkhamsrevenge]

hey! i’m so glad to finally find someone that writes for insomniac harry osborn :,3 i’m not sure if you do headcanons but if you could you make dating ones? up until he turns into venom? if not it’s totally fine <3 thanks!

I hope I did ok!

Harry Osborn Dating Headcanons 

- Man’s rolling in money so you’re going to get spoiled, be prepared, this is not a warning, this is a threat

 - DO NOT look at something to long or he will buy it for you

- Even if you say not to, he's still going to buy you everything you looked at

- Expect random singing outburst (dude was in Glee Club in highschool) and lots of duets between you and him

- Expect overly romantic nicknames based on things he loves about you like “Songbird” cause he loves your voice or “Tulip” cause he thinks that's what your lips look like. 

- 100% make sure you are always taken care of

- If he sees you budgeting out your money he’s going to ask why as he never experienced that.

- “Hey Songbird? What is that?”

- “Uh, my budget for this month? Gotta make sure I have enough to pay rent and get groceries, things like that.” You say. He then points out a note to yourself that you set aside a little money each month to make sure you can buy him Holiday and Birthday gifts. You smile and tell him of course you would do that because he’s special to you. The next day, strangely your building manager handed back your rent for the month and said a generous donor paid your rent until the next year. Your mouth dropped to the ground and immediately called Harry knowing he did it. Though he would continuously deny it to this day. 

- CUDDLES 

- Get ready to cuddle because Harry is not letting you go once you guys are in a comfortable position. 

- Have to pee? Hold it. (Don’t really though, you’ll possibly get a UTI)

- If it’s a bad pain day he’ll be more inclined to cuddle. He swears you take the pain away immediately. On those days you make him anything he wants, puts on calming music, make him tea, make sure he takes his meds and gets him anything else he needs for the pain. 

- He continuously apologizes when he’s not feeling good and you always make sure he knows you're always going to be there for him. (Dude needs a lot of reassurance)

- “What’s the line? Through sickness and in health?” You say one day. 

- “Are we married now?” Harry asks, huffing out a weakened laugh.

- “You know what I mean.”

- His father wouldn’t trust you at first thinking you were just someone who wants his son’s money, not him. But he isn’t a problem after he catches Harry asleep on you one day when it’s a bad pain day. You both were sitting on the couch watching the News, Harry’s head was in your lap and before you knew it he was asleep. His father walked in shortly after and saw you running your fingers through his son’s hair as he slept. As he stood there he noticed that every 10 minutes or so you’d grab his wrist at this pulse point and clock it with your watch and for the first time in his life, Norman Osborn was speechless. He was never bothered by you after that. 

- Harry noticed the sudden change and asked about it. His father took a little bit to wear down but once he spilled what he had seen, Harry pulled you into a huge hug when you saw eachother again. 

- “You ok?” You asked, laughing. 

- “Yeah. I’m good.” Harry mumbled. You never ask why he sometimes gives you extra hugs or kisses but this one felt different. 

- Sleeping together is quite an experience. Harry is a bed hog and mostly stays attached to you all night as if you're going to disappear.

- He says you mumbled in your sleep but you never believed him until he recorded you one night. Your face turned red when you saw he asked you if he was the hottest guy you’ve been with and your response was, “I haven’t been with anyone I’m a virgin.” 

-“That’s something I never knew about you.” He smirked

#ps5 harry osborn #marvels spider man 2 #harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #spider man 2 ps5

[arkhamsrevenge]

For anyone who wants to hear Harry Osborn sing, here you go. His voice actor was in The Little Mermaid Live! Not to be confused with The live Little Mermaid with Halle Bailey, which was amazing, and I highly recommend you go watch it if you haven't. Enjoy!

#ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn #marvels spider man 2 #ps5 spiderman #insomniac spider man #spiderman 2 ps5 #Youtube

[arkhamsrevenge]

You got any rules for what we are and aren’t allowed to request? How spicy do we get to be?

Hello! Thank you for asking. I've never written spicy stuff before, but I can definitely try! I'm OK with most requests, but I will not do any noncon. We believe in both parties' consent in this house. Other than that, I'm pretty ok with anything! :) Thank you for asking!

#rules #reqs open #ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #ps5 spiderman #spider man 2 ps5 #marvels spider man 2

[arkhamsrevenge]

Hey I know we are all starving for some PS5 Harry Osborn content so I'm taking requests! Lemme know what you wanna read about!

#harry osborn #ps5 spiderman #marvels spider man 2 #ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #reqs open

[arkhamsrevenge]

pls pls write a fanfic where we cuddle harry in bed, poor baby has been through so much :(((

Of course I can my friend! I hope you enjoy!

It had been a long week. Pete was acting like an ass, MJ was too preoccupied with that to focus on Harry, who was fine up until about a week ago. MJ called you as she was worried about Pete and Harry. You would look after Harry while she tried to figure out what was wrong with Peter. So now, you're in the guest bedroom of Harry’s house looking up at the ceiling and worrying about him. Is he going to be alive tomorrow? The thought came and went so quickly as you pushed it out of your mind. You CAN’T think like that. You took a deep breath and got up from the bed. Maybe some water will help. Your feet touched the wooden floor making it creak, you then padded to the kitchen. 

“You too?” A voice whispered from the dark. You gasped. 

“Harry!” You whisper yelled. “You scared the shit outta me!” You said holding your chest. “Why are you up?” You asked, turning the light over the sink on. 

“Wanted to get some water. Thought I could do it myself, stuck here now.” He said. At first you were puzzled then realized his strength must have failed him therefore, he’s stuck in the kitchen until the pain allowed him to move again with his cane. You nodded and filled up two glasses of water and handed one to Harry. With shaking hands, he quickly gulped it down. You then noticed sweat covering his entire person. A bit of water trickled down from his mouth. You swallowed and fought the urge to wipe it away with your thumb. Not wanting to overstep. So you instead just drank your drink then put the glasses in the sink. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” You said as Harry grabbed his cane. You took hold of his waist and he put an arm around your shoulder. He was hot, body temperature wise and it almost felt like he was scorching your skin.

“You’re freezing.” Harry whispered. You felt his breath on the side of your face but you kept your head facing front. 

“No you're just hot?” You whispered back to which Harry chuckled. 

"Thank you but that's not what we're talking about. Now back to the fact that you're freezing." You sputter not prepared for him to mess with you like that.

"Not in that way Dipshit." You say as you open the door to his room. You got him to the edge of his bed and sat him down. 

“OK, text me next time you want something please.” You said with your hands on your hips. Harry mumbled. 

“Just wanted to get water…I’m too weak to do that.” He chuckled. You felt your heart start to break. You didn’t know what to say to that. “Thanks.” Harry said, looking up at you and smiling. You smile back and nod. “Goodnight Harry.” You say turning to the door. You reached for the handle until,

“You can stay…if you want. One thing I can do is keep you warm.” Your heart leaped into your throat and you turned to face Harry who wasn’t looking at you, only the ground as if afraid you’d reject him. Without a word you walked back to the bed and sat next to him. 

“If you snore I’m sleeping elsewhere.” You mumble. Harry huffed out a laugh and started to lay back on his side. You do the same, though a little nervous, you stay facing Harry looking into his blue eyes that look so dull and tired. Harry reached out his hand to you, his fingertips brushing up against your jaw line then he rested his hand on your cheek.  Harry advances closer as if testing the waters.

“You feel really nice. It’s scorching in here.” You shifted closer to him and opened up your arms to which he slid into them and you engulfed him in your arms, your head resting on top of his. Harry let out a content sigh. “Thanks Tulip.” He whispered. You blushed at your old nickname remembering the day he met you in High School. 

“The gardening club worked all week on these! And look what you did!” Tammy yelled at Flash Thompson. “Look, it’s just a few roses. Who cares?” You rolled your eyes. At the same time Harry and Peter were walking by and Flash took the opportunity to knock Harry’s laptop out of his hand, shattering it. That was when you stepped in. 

“That’s it. Flash I have never met someone whose head is loaded with as much saw dust as your. I thought it was just an act but now I’m thinking you really are a moron in Chem and aren’t just trying to bang the teacher Ms. Vellos which by the way is a weird way to announce to the world you have mommy issues. So take your bone headed boys who follow you around like puppies cause they too do not possess a single original thought in their head and get away from me and the rest of the students here that have already written you off as a dumb jock who peaked in high school.” You finished in a  monotone voice. Flash, not knowing what to say, just turned around with his hands in his pockets and walked off with his friends who were also just as stunned. “AND THEY WERE TULIPS NOT ROSES!” You shouted after them to which all the students around you burst into laughter. 

“Thanks for that.” You turned to Harry who was picking up pieces of his laptop. “Sorry about your laptop.” You mumbled helping him. 

“It’s fine, Tulip. I can always get another one.”  You smirked at the new nickname. No one else would dare call you that. Only Harry. 

“Course.” You whisper back. The room fell silent, you waited for Harry to fall asleep first. Once his breathing evened out and his body relaxed, you knew he was asleep. You held him close like he’d disappear again if you let go and let yourself drift off. You then place a kiss on his forehead and forced yourself to relax. Your mind was still racing but you were so drained at the same time that finally you felt yourself drifting off.

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You're hired as an assistant to Harry but now he’s sick so you take the role of home nurse. TW Domestic Abuse, violence, blood and gore

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You brushed off your dark grey pants and fixed your blue cardigan. Your hair is already up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face but your curtain bangs frame your face as they were to short to put up but not too long that you’d find them irritating. You walked through the doors of Harry’s bedroom carrying tea with turmeric and vervain. The turmeric for pain relief and the vervain to help him sleep though when his dull eyes met yours it was clear that the tea was helping neither. His face was sunken in, eyes too. He looked like he was already sweating through his t-shirt that you had just laid out for him. The cane was perched next to the desk where he sat. You had been working as Harry’s assistant for about a year and a half. Your job was to make sure everything ran smoothly for Harry. Like making sure he took his meds, ate well and stayed the same. But these days you were more of a nurse since his health started to rapidly decline. His father told you that his treatment rejected his body which was an odd way of putting it but you just felt awful. Norman asked you to come work for him specifically as your boss said you were the hardest worker. You kept your head down and did as you were told. Though your boss was singing your praise, Norman pulled you aside and asked to work for him. You weren't sure as you were actually hiding out from an ex boyfriend of yours. You had a restraining order but he always found where you worked but you kept alluding him by some chance. Working for the Osborns wasn’t actually keeping a low profile.  

“I saw your file. If you come to stay with us, no one will ever get to you. I promise.” You were still thinking when your boss pulled you aside.  

“It’s a great opportunity for you to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. That boy won’t last long.” That’s when you quit your job and left with Norman to meet Harry. Your boss was always an asshole but to speak about people so unsympathetically made your stomach turn in a very familiar way. Mr. Osborn had you trained as an at home nurse, though you weren’t an actual nurse you still knew how to take care of Harry and that was enough for his father. 

“Good Morning Mr. Osborn.” You say cheerily. “I have some tea for you to start then I’ll get your breakfast. Oh and MaryJane is here to see you.” Harry nodded and took his tea with shaky hands.  He washed his pills down with it. 

“That’s…really good.” He said, almost surprised. 

“Did you think I was going to give you something that tastes like wet leaves?” You chuckled and Harry almost smiled when Maryjane entered. You smile and turn to get Harry’s breakfast.

“Hey Jence. What does Harry Osborn usually eat in the mornings?’ You asked, leaning on the counter. The cook turned around and hummed. 

“I can do an omelet. Easier to eat.” You nodded and waited as Jence did his thing. “You should eat too, young lady.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I ate before I came in this morning.” Jence chuckled. 

“One yogurt isn’t breakfast.” He says sliding over a plate with eggs and bacon. “Eat.” You shook your head and finished the plate when the sound of glass shattering made you shoot up. What was that? You quickly made your way to Harry’s room. Upon arriving, you see Harry on the floor, glass surrounding him, his cane out of reach. Maryjane’s shocked eyes trailed the scene in front of her.

“Leave.” Harry whispered yet she didn’t move. “LEAVE NOW!” He roared, making her run out of the room. You made your way over to Harry and took off your cardigan, placing it over the glass nearest to him. He was silent but allowed you to help him stand up by placing both your hands on his arms. You set him on his bed and placed his cane next to him.

“Don’t move.” You say finding a dustpan.  While you swept up the glass, Jence came in with his breakfast. He gave it to Harry then grabbed a garbage can to put the glass in. 

“Ms. I’ll take care of the rest.” He says walking away to dispose of the glass. You turned to Harry who was still on the bed, his breakfast at his side, staring into space. You kneel down in front of him. 

“Mr. Osborn?” You ask quietly. Harry’s eyes slowly make their way to yours. “It’s ok. I can call the window repair man right away to fix this.” You were surprised when Harry treated you like a human around the son. With Norman’s reputation you assumed Harry was just some spoiled brat who would make ridiculous demands all day. But you were surprised when he would hold the door for you when you first started, when he pushed chairs out of your way  or when he would make you breakfast if you were up late taking care of the house. It’s breaking your heart to see him like this. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head and handed him his breakfast. 

“It’s not a big deal. Eat please. I’ll take care of everything else.” You said standing up and walking out. 

“Thank you.” He called. You turned to him, still seeing his back but he was peeking over it. 

“Of course Mr. Osborn.” You say as you start to close the door. 

“Mr. Osborn is my father.” He chuckled slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. Osborn is my father. Call me Harry.” You opened your mouth to protest. “Please.” He asks quietly. “I’ve known you for a year and a half. Mr. Osborn seems a little too formal.” You nodded. 

“Ok then, uh I’ll see you later…Harry.” You say mirroring his small smile and closing the door. 

It was about six pm when you were on your way to give Harry his dinner, chicken soup with biscuits. 

When you knocked again only to hear a faint.

“Come in.” You did so and saw Harry sitting at his desk. 

“Good evening Mr. uh Harry sorry old habits.” He nodded, eyes dropping. “I have your dinner and I made more tea if you want it.” You say placing the tray down. You see his hands, shakier than this morning go for the spoon but hesitates. “Harry.” You started. “Would you, and you can say no, would you like me to help you.” Harry stops reaching completely and looks up at you, his eyes emanating anger and pain. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You say quietly backing up. Harry grabbed your wrist. His hands were frozen, so cold it made you gasp and hold your hand on top of his.

“Sorry…cold hands, bad blood flow ya know?” You knelt down again and took his other hand in between yours and started to rub them to try and get the blood flowing again. You both were sitting in silence when Harry spoke again. “Yes.” You looked up wondering why he had said that only realizing that he was answering your question. You nodded and took a seat in front of him. Carefully you picked up the spoon, dipped it into the soup and held the spoon up to Harry’s lips. He blew on it and opened his mouth. The warm liquid seemed to bring some color back in his face. “Damn Jence never disappoints.” He chuckles. “I hope my dad is paying him well. You too. You’re what? My age?” You nod and still continue to feed him. Harry ate a little more until he signaled he was done. “That’s all I can stomach right now.” He huffs. You take a minute to make sure he doesn’t throw up anything. Dr. Connors has been informing you on what to look for. “Why are you here?” Harry finally asked. You were taken aback b y the question. 

“I-I’m-huh?” Harry’s eyes were now burning through you. 

“Why are you here? You’re my age, you should be out on the town with friends. Going to Coney Island yucking it up. You should be traveling the world, going to trade school or college, something other than tending to a dying man.” Harry was out of breath more than usual after he finished. You sat with him, confusion all over your face. 

“You know,” You started, “no one says ‘yucking it up’ anymore right?” And he laughed. A real laugh not a small huff and chuckle, a real wholesome laugh. You were proud of yourself until he started coughing. Then you handed him some water which he gratefully chugged. Once he was breathing normally again he looked up at you. 

“Thanks. I needed that.” You smile at him.

“Nice to hear you laugh.” You started getting up and gathering the dishes. “I’ll bring you more tea in a little bit.” You said, collecting the bowl of soup and spoon. Harry stood up rather quickly, making you jump.

“I’ll get the door for yo-” He started to say until he lost his balance and was going down. Out of instinct you abandoned the bowl and grabbed him before he hit the ground. The bowl shattered around you knees as you were able to catch Harry before his hit the ground. Norman Osborn soon burst into the room concern written all over his face but relief replaced it when he saw you holding up his son, porcelain digging into your knees yet your focus was only on Harry. 

“I’m so sorry!” Harry exclaimed but you brushed it off. Norman helped Harry back to his bed and sat him down. 

“How bad?” Norman asked. 

“Stitches not needed.” You replied pulling small pieces of porcelain from you knees. “Just need them disinfected.” Your matter-of-fact tone was worrying to Harry but not to Norman. He knew you’d been through much worse. Harry seemed to pick up that there was something his father was hiding from him about you but it alluded him. 

“Dr. Connors is on his way up. He’ll take a look at them.” And as his name was invoked Dr. Connors came in and surveyed the room. 

“Her first.” Harry said pointing to you. “She’s bleeding.” You made eye contact with Conners as if to say ‘I’m fine’ take care of your employer. “I mean it! Her knees are bleeding cause she mad sure I didn’t fall. Check-” 

“Take a deep breath.” You say. “You’re getting to worked up, it’s ok. I’m not gushing blood. Just a few scratches.’ 

“Alright son.” Norman said softly. “Connors.” He directed. Dr. Connors looked over your knees, making sure to block Harry’s vision. You remove your hands to reveal a cut, a little too deep in your knee cap. Dr. Connors shifted and put pressure on it.

“Not too bad. You do not need stitches though. But I’m going to wrap it.” You nodded and allowed him to do so. Once you were done, you waited as Dr. Connors checked out Harry.

“I stood up too fast, that's all.” He mumbles. Dr. Connors checks his blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature etc until he was satisfied Harry didn’t experience an episode of any kind.  

“Ok. I recommend you get some rest.” Connors said standing up. You did as well putting pressure on your leg made it scream but you swallowed it. Not wanting to make Harry upset again. Once both you and Dr. Connors were outside Harry’s room, he gave you some pain pills.

“You get some rest too Ms. That will hurt more in the morning.” You opened your mouth to protest. “I will have Jence drink Mr. Osborn his tea with vervain and turmeric.” Dr. Connors answers. You close your mouth. 

“Ok. Thank you Dr. Connors. Goodnight.” 

Everything had gone wrong. Harry was missing. He disappeared a could days ago. You didn’t know what was happening. Norman Osborn put you up in a small apartment with top notch security and told you only leave if you have to. A new creature was attacking the city and somehow THAT WAS NOT YOUR CONCERN AT THE MOMENT. You were running through the streets of Queens trying to make it back to your apartment.  Because he had found you. You heard footsteps barreling towards you as you flew up the stairs and unlocked the door. You pressed all your body weight against it as you tried to lock it but the person on the other side was slamming their weight into it as well. 

“FUCKING BITCH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME? YOUR MINE!” The voice roared as you struggled to keep the door from opening but it was all in vain. The weight on the door was too much and pushed you backward. You crawled to grab the bat you kept near the door and started to swing. “FUCK YOU! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE FROM ME? YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU NEVER WENT TO THE POLICE! SAYING I FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! WELL THAT’S GOING TO LOOK LIKE NOTHING COMPARED WHAT I’M ABOUT TO DO!” Your ex screamed as he came into you apartment.

“GET AWAY!” You screamed as you swung the metal bat over and over again until he caught it. Your blood froze and he slammed the bat into your head knocking you to the ground.

“Aww sweetheart, you bumped your head.” He taunts as you struggle to get away trying to see straight.  He comes closer and closer laughing as you get up and run to the bedroom. He’s hot on your tail and grabs hold of your hair yanking you back. You cry out and hold your hair trying to ease the pain. “What to do with you now.” He sneered, his breath reeked of alcohol as he was close to you . He then pulled his fist back, you waited for his first blow to come until the sound of glass shattering stopped him in his tracks. Was someone here? You never disarmed the silent alarm so that means someone has come for you. The police? Hopefully Spiderman? Either one of them. 

“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood, bastard.” Your ex yelled. Movement was heard in the living room. 

“HELP!” You screamed only to get backhanded to the wall by your ex. Your cheek stung, your head was pounding. 

“SHUT UP!” You cover your face with your arms waiting for the multitude of violence but it never came. Instead you hear a blood curdling scream from your ex. You remove your arms and opened you eyes. A huge…creature, the one from the new, the one that was tearing apart Oscorp was in your apartment. You were so confused because the body was moving like a symbiote. Something theoretical that Dr. Connors had shared with you but why was it so BIG? It’s hand was twisting around your ex. It brought him close to its face then looked at you. 

“Close…your…eyes…” Your eyes widened as it spoke but did as you were told and closed your eyes. The sounds of ripping and screams filled your ears. You knew what was happening. That thing was feeding on your ex. Does that mean it will feed on you next? “Open…” The deep voice commanded. You again did so as you were told and came face to face with the creature. The smell of blood was in the air, you should be terrified yet you weren’t. 

“Thank you.” You said in a small voice. The creature opened its mouth and its tongue, its very long tongue darted out. You swallow and backed up into a corner as the tongue swipes over your wound on your head. You hiss and flinch back, closing your eyes hoping the creature would just kill you quick. You heard a deep fucking…purring sound(?) emulating in the creature's chest. 

“It’s OK.” Your eyes popped open as a familiar voice rang in your ears. You looked at the creature when it started to shrink and revealed the man who you were looking for, Harry Osborn. He knelt down to your level examining you. Words weren’t forming for you. All you could do was look at him. He looked better, his eyes were brighter, his face wasn’t sunken in. He looked healthy. “Jackass, should’ve killed him when I got Venom back.” 

“Venom?” You whispered finally. “Is that what…they're called?” Harry nodded, taking your face in his hands now feeling so warm, and slowly turning your head to see your cheek, now forming a bruise. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” Harry mumbles. “He won’t touch you ever again.” He says helping you stand only to see your knees shaking from everything that had happened. Without hesitation, Harry scooped you up with ease. Your eyes widened every more. This…Venom thing must be what was making Harry feel better in the first place but he got lost somehow. “I know this is a lot but I’ll explain everything. I promise you though, no one will hurt you again. We will make sure of that.” Harry said as he transformed into Venom and carried you away. 

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[arkhamsrevenge]

Snapshot of Harry Osborn PS5 x reader

You made your way over to Harry and took off your cardigan, placing it over the glass nearest to him. He was silent but allowed you to help him stand up by placing both your hands on his arms. You set him on his bed and placed his cane next to him.

“Don’t move.” You say finding a dustpan. While you swept up the glass, Jence came in with his breakfast. He gave it to Harry then grabbed a garbage can to put the glass in.

“Ms. I’ll take care of the rest.” He says walking away to dispose of the glass. You turned to Harry who was still on the bed, his breakfast at his side, staring into space. You kneel down in front of him.

“Mr. Osborn?” You ask quietly. Harry’s eyes slowly make their way to yours. “It’s ok. I can call the window repair man right away to fix this.” You were surprised when Harry treated you like a human around the son. With Norman’s reputation you assumed Harry was just some spoiled brat who would make ridicololus demands all day. But you were surprised when he would hold the door for you when you first started, when he pushed chairs out of your way or when he would make you breakfast if you were up late taking care of the house. It’s breaking your heart to see him like this.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head and handed him his breakfast.

“It’s not a big deal. Eat, please. I’ll take care of everything else.” You said, standing up and walking out.

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PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader requested by @seele-opal - how abt something with harry and the symbiote before he went full venom? maybe something abt how it'll react to its hosts' romantic partner

Trigger Warning! This story contains violence and talks about abuse, suicide  and death!

You went to high school with Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. They were always nice to you but often left you to your own devices. A couple times you had scared off Flash and his buddies due to your wit and unwavering hate for the school bullies. When you heard Harry’s mother had died, you secretly started to make copies of your school work and put his name on them to lessen the load for him when he returned to school. You had kept your secret hidden well for a while until you ran into Peter Parker in the school library. Well more like he ran into you, papers scattered everywhere and as Peter helped you pick them up he saw doubles of each paper you were working on. 

“So you’re the one passing Harry in Honors Lit and Economics.” He whispered. You shrugged. 

“He’s going through it. Thought I’d lighten the load.” After that, Peter and MJ started eating lunch at your table. They never forced you to take your headphones out when you wanted to eat while listening to music or if you didn’t say anything at all. In fact, you were starting to like their company. Harry eventually came back to school and was surprised to know he wasn’t missing many assignments. Peter of course brought him up to speed and later that day you received a note in your locker. It was from Harry, a thank you note for helping him out. You smiled and tucked it into your bag then someone cleared their voice behind you. You turned to see Harry himself holding a small bunch of violets. 

“I know they aren’t much and I picked them outside the school but I wanted to get you something and MJ said you keep drawing violets on your paper when you're bored.” You blink not knowing just how closely those two had paid attention to you. You swallowed roughly and a small smile appeared on your face. 

“Thanks. That was really nice of you.” Harry laughed. 

“You…I’m the one that should be on my knees thanking you. I’m still going to graduate on time because of you.” You shook your head. 

“It was nothing really. It’s tough to go through…a loss. It sucks. Feels like you’ve been gutted and your chest feels like someone keeps putting weight on it. It’s hard to even get up and walk most days.” You chose your words carefully. 

“Sounds like you’re familiar with this.” Harry’s eyes dropped down, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Your heart started to break. No one had been there to hold you together when your sister died by suicide. You had to hold everyone together because they were falling apart and looking to you, the oldest sibling, to fill in the cracks. It was so hard but you got through it. Now you go to therapy once a week to correct all the damage done to your mind. 

“I am.” You say stepping closer. “If…uh…I’m a good listener. You know, whenever.” Harry met your eyes and a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Thanks. I gotta go meet up with Pete for a project but catch you later?” You nodded and laughed as Harry waved goodbye. A couple weeks later Harry took you out on a date and you guys were a thing, not really a couple officially but a thing. MJ and Peter had the same thing going on. You even had your first kiss together in Pete’s backyard when you guys hung out for a movie night. Pete and MJ had gone into get more snacks and silence fell between you and Harry. You turned to him to ask him something when he kissed you. It wasn’t a perfect kiss by any means but you both kissed each other and then DIDN'T SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. Awkward as both were, kisses were still stolen in private. Graduation came and went but all of you kept in touch until Harry just disappeared one day to go to Europe. Eventually Peter and MJ found out what had happened to him, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sick and dying, he had been diagnosed with the same disease his mother died from. Shock would be an understatement as MJ was telling you this over the phone. 

“Shit that's..awful. Where are you now?” You ask when you hear a honking noise from outside your apartment complex. “Outside. Come on.” MJ answers. You laugh and grab your bag and head out the door to run into…Harry Osborn? After not seeing him in months you expected from him to be sickly, dying but he looked just like you remembered him. 

“Woah. Sorry. Uh…” He said steadying himself with his cane. You held him, got his footing and waited. “I had this whole image of me learning on the wall over here all cool while you came outside but got too excited I guess.” He even sounded the same. He had the same bright tone in his voice and he didn’t sound out of breath or anything. The look in his eyes confused you. You couldn't understand what it was but he was looking at you like he was fighting something back. But still you huff out a laugh. 

“How bout you get more of your strength back then you can try to put the moves on me, OK?” Harry laughed and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let him hug you for as long as he wanted. 

“Thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered. You held on tighter and Harry let you go. “I’m sorry. I was being treated here in the city and didn't want you to worry about me. I’m OK though. I’m in remission.” Your jaw dropped. 

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.” Then another honk came from behind Harry. Peter was honking Harry’s car. 

“COME ON! I’D LIKE TO GET TO CONEY ISLAND TODAY!” You laughed and rolled your eyes. Harry offered you his arm and you both laughed as you carefully assented down the stairs. MJ opened the car door for you and held out a hand as you climbed in. Harry got into the driver's seat and drove to the docks where you guys caught a boat to Coney Island. Once there, all four of you went on all your favorite rides. It was just like back in high school except trouble struck. The villain known as Tombstone was captured by other bad guys? You weren’t sure because all you could do was look for your friends as you all had been separated. Tombstone looked so scared. You felt bad for him, just seconds ago he was telling you where to get the best caramel apples on Coney Island and even said thank you for talking to him. Well these people were trying to take him so as SpiderMonkey was fighting most of them off you went to try and help Tombstone. A net had been thrown on him so you started to cut it with your pocket knife, trying to free him. 

“Get outta here kid! It aint gonna cut it!” He shouted at you but you were determined to help him until you were thrown to the side landing rough. You look up to see a man standing over you with a knife. You kick him in the shin and take off only to have a sharp pain run up your thigh. The bastard had thrown his knife and it sliced through your thigh. You fell and held your hand to you leg hoping to stop the bleeding. As you hid around a corner Spider-man ran off to save the people on the busted roller coaster. You started to get light headed, wanting to call out to the hero but didn’t want the people on the roller coaster to die. 

“OH MY GOD!” You feel someone jerk you which makes you yell out in pain. You look to see MJ’s scared eyes. “Ohmygodohmygod oh no nonononono. Just stay with me alright? I’m gonna…I’m getting you help just keep putting-HARRY!” MJ screamed. Your eyes started to get heavy. You're losing too much blood. “HEY HEY HEY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT! LOOK AT ME!” Hands grab your face and shake slightly. Your eyes try to focus knowing the voice belongs to Harry who was desperately trying to keep you awake. 

“We gotta stop the bleeding! Keep putting pressure on the leg. I'll go get a paramedic!.” MJ says as Harry carefully puts his arm behind you and his other under your legs. He pulls you closer to him and whispers

“Just say with me. OK? I’m not losing you a second time. We barely got a chance to- '' You suddenly feel something crawling up your leg, you don't have the strength to move it but you do have enough to open your eyes. Black goo like tentacles were creeping up your leg, stopping at the gash in your thigh, the goo covers it and the pain slowly fades. Are you imagining this? “Holy shit.” Harry. Harry’s still here? The goo continues to cover your body until everything fades to black. 

You gasp for air look around frantically, your still at Coney Island but on a roof top and someone was still holding you. You look up to see Harry, sitting with you curled up against him. 

“Hey.” He breathes sounding relieved that you woke up. 

“Hi? What happened?” You ask. 

“Well…we need to talk.” You turn to see Peter in a Spider-man suit. “Now I know this might be shocking but-” “Oh please.” You croak. “I’ve known for years.” You say starting to move trying to stand. 

“Woah. Not so fast OK? You lost a lot of blood.” Harry says holding you tighter. “Your body temp is still a little low so just…for now just stay.” 

“I should be dead.” You whisper. “How is it I’m not?” Harry looks to Pete who looks right back at him. 

“I…think I healed you.” Harry says. You blink thinking he’s lost his marbles. 

“Huh.” Then tentacles start peaking out of Harry's back. So you weren’t hallucinating. “Harry what?” 

“It’s my treatment. This exoskeleton suit is healing me but…it healed you leg and then like wrapped around your entire body until you were healed enough. I have no idea who it works but I’m glad it did.” Your jaw is still on the floor not knowing what to say. “Pete and I are going to run some tests and you're gonna come. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you see Dr. Connors.” Harry says picking you up with ease. He wasn’t able to do that before. 

“Harry, how-” “The suit. It really did heal me more than I could have hoped for.” 

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[arkhamsrevenge]

I'll do it again.

Death of the Family - After the events of Death of the Family- You are packing up to leave and go back to Star City but due to unforeseen circumstances you’re staying longer than you thought. 

The Manor was quiet. Bruce had lost the trust of his children as it was revealed that the Joker always knew who and where they were. You were packing up your clothes as you had been staying in one of the spare bed rooms. “You’re leaving?” You turn to see Damien in the doorway. “Were you planning on saying ‘Goodbye’ at least.” You stayed silent then got up and stood in front of the blood son. 

“Do you want me to say ‘Goodbye’ to you?” You asked. Damien still had his arms crossed but nodded. “Goodbye Damien. Keep in touch.” Dam nodded again and headed down the stairwell and out the door of the manor. You kept packing up your clothes and toiletries when another voice entered your room. 

“Can we talk?” Bruce. You didn’t acknowledge his presents or the fact he asked you a question. “I wanted to…you helped us escape the Joker even after I sent you away.” You still ignored him. “I know you must have mixed feelings about me-” “That doesn’t even begin to cover what I feel for you right now.” You sneered. Bruce stepped back as you stood up to face him. “You kept the fact that the Joker knew who everyone was from them, from me. I was attacked and almost killed. Good thing Jason put in a really good security system in my apartment otherwise I’d be blown up. What would that have done to Jason? Did you consider that hearing the Joker killed someone else close to him would kill him?” You were up in Bruce’s face. “What did I tell you? What did I tell you was going to be your undoing?” Bruce gritted his teeth. 

“My pride.” You hummed and went back to packing. Bruce stood in your room for a little longer than left. 

“I thought you weren’t a fortune teller?” Jason asked, stepping out of your shared bathroom. He insisted you pick a room that was shared by a bathroom with his room.  You pulled your bags up. “I’m not. It comes when I don’t try most times.” You say, trying not to look at Jason too long. The Joker had shown you what played out over and over again when you were fighting him off, trying to give the Batfamily time to escape. Of course, The Joker thought you seeing what he did to Jason was going to stop you but it only made you hit him harder. You would have killed him if Batman didn’t pull you off and chase after the Joker. 

“Take care of them!” He shouted running away. You turned back to see Alfred, still affected by Joker Gas, grabbing his head and laughing. You approached him slowly. 

“Sir?” You asked, reaching out. “Can you let me help you?” Even in his state, Alfred let you take a hold of his face. You close your eyes and reverse the effects of the toxic gas, healing Alfred. You had the power of healing others but it came with a price. You had to take on the pain and anguish the victim felt in order to heal them. You also were taught by John Constantine to read minds, but can’t always control what you see in some minds. 

“Nice to see you alive Ms.” Alfred said as you opened your eyes to meet him, now normal. You smiled slightly. 

“Let’s get out of here.” You say as you helped Damien untie the rest of the Batfamily. You untied Jason and he immediately grabbed you. 

“Holy shit.” He breathed. 

“Good thing you upgraded my security when you did.” You say hugging back. When you pulled away, the face of 15 year old Jason looked back at you and he was beaten and bloody. You turn away not wanting to see it anymore. If you had known him back then…maybe. 

“So Damien’s right. You’re leaving?” Jason asks bringing you back to reality. 

“Yeah but so are you.” Jason disappears and then appears next to you with his bag. “I can give you a ride.” He offers. You shake your head. “Last time I got on a motorcycle with you we ended up riding to Los Vegas.” Jason laughs. 

“That was a hell of a weekend.” You nodded. 

“Your fake mustache and glasses were the best disguise though.” You laugh with him. Once you were outside, you heard a familiar voice. 

“WOAH! And I thought Oliver Queen had big bucks.” Your head snaps to the voice. Roy Harper stood in front of a car with Kori getting out. You hadn’t seen Roy since Jason and you ran into him in Vegas. “HEY!” He screamed as soon as he saw you making him take off running to you. Roy picked you up and swung you around. You screamed and laughed as he put you down. 

“Hey Roy.” You say. 

“Moonlight!” Kori, AKA Starfire, says waving. You smile at your old nickname from her.  She called you that because she says your eyes remind her of the sky when a full moon is out. Kori flies up to you and you reach your hand out as she takes you up in the sky and lands on the roof. 

“Hi Kor.” She smiles. “How are you?” You ask. “How are you?” She questions. “Are you and Jason finally…” You shook your head. 

“No and from what just happened, we are probably just going to be…us for now.” Kori smiled sadly. “You will be travel with us until you find another place. Jason told us yours blew up.” You blinked. 

“Uh…” You really didn't want to be around anyone for weeks until this panic and pain subsided. Panic from the Joker showing you what happened to Jason and pain from Alfred's left over.  But Kori looked at you with hope in her eyes. “Of course. Sure.” You agreed. She cheered and flew you both back down. When you landed you saw Roy and Damien throwing a football around. Something you didn’t believe you were seeing at first. 

“You’re coming with us?” Roy asked over his shoulder. “Yeah.” You shouted. “Good. That way you can’t isolate yourself.” Damien shouted back. Your mouth dropped open as Roy started to laugh hysterically. You were about to retort when a scream came from in the manor. 

“AAAAARRGGHHHHHH!” All of you ran inside to see Bruce holding Jason, pulling his helmet off. 

“Jason! Jason talk to me!” Bruce screamed. Jason was unresponsive. 

“MOVE!” You screech as you drop down to Jason’s side. Damien ran off to get Alfred. Good. You didn't want him to see anymore carnage.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell.” Bruce told you as you put your hands on both sides of Jason’s face. 

“WHO FUCKING CARES!” You scream as the acid disappears from Jason’s face and melts into you hands. You continued to hold them there until Jason was fully healed. Only then did you notice now the flesh on your hands was burning and it did indeed hurt like hell. You tried not to make noises. Roy reached for your hands only to have you pull away. “You'll. Get. Burned. Stupid.” You say through gritted teeth. 

“For fuck sake, stick them in here!” Roy said, offering a bin of ice cold water. Damien had come back with Alfred carrying a bucket of cold water. Knowing it would be needed. As Bruce and Alfred took care of Jason, Roy and Kori had you soaking your hands in the cold water for minutes.  

“Once we get you back to the ship, I can repair your hands Moonlight.” Kori says softly. You smile, though now drained.  With everything that’s happened, you were running on empty but now you were completely out of steam. Finally the pain subsided quickly enough where they two were able to move you into a room. Funny enough, it was the same one you had just packed up in. 

“Take these for pain.” Roy offered while Kori bandaged your hands up.  You took them and thanked Roy and Kori. “We can leave when you both are good to move again.” 

“We’ll leave when Jason can.” You muttered. “I’ll heal quick.” With that they started to leave so you can get some rest. 

“Jason’s gonna kill you when he wakes up. You know that right?” Kori asked. You look at her, not knowing how to respond. As the door shuts, her words stay in your head. Jason actually might kill you this time. You look down at your hands and sigh. Hopefully you can hide them until they have healed a little better. With that you drifted off the sleep, trying to ignore the pounding of your hands. 

“Holy shit.” A raspy voice woke you from a dead sleep. You opened your eyes to see Jason sitting on your bed. You shot up. “You fuckin ruined your hands.” He whispers. You look down to see the bandages are bloody. 

“It’s fine. Just go back to bed.” You say hiding your hands under the covers. 

“Don’t.” Jason said carefully, taking your hands out. “Come on. I’ll change your bandages.” You let him lead you to your shared bathroom. He sat you on the counter and took the bandages off. Already the open wounds were healing well. You open your mouth to try and downplay the injuries. “If you try to make me feel better I’ll kill you.” Jason said humorously. You knew he’d never hurt you so you laugh. Once Jason was done you finally got a look at his face. It was truly Jason’s face, healed and all. You were relieved. “I was conscious when you did it.” Your breath hitched. “I felt the acid burning my face, then all the pain went away. It was blurry but I saw you, I saw your hands start to burn and I was too weak to scream at you to stop.” 

“I’d do it again.” You said with no hesitation. “And I’ll keep doing it.” Jason shook his head. 

“You’re going to get yourself killed because of me.” You laughed. 

“Like anything can kill me with you around. Both Roy and Kori seemed to have been under the impression that I was going to stay with the Outlaws. Did all three of you plot against me by chance?” Jason smirked. 

“Don’t know what you're talking about.” Jason and you walked back to bed as he didn’t want to sleep alone anymore. 

“I want you around…now and for however long I got left.” He whispered from behind you. You smile. 

“I’ll be there.” And the two of you fell asleep. When morning came, Dick found Jason still fast asleep in your room. He took a picture of the two of you and sent it in the family group chat with the caption, "Found Jason." The manor erupted in awes and laughter waking the two of you up.

"The hell are they screaming about this early?" Jason asked groggily.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader

[arkhamsrevenge]

Season of the Witch 

Jason, with the whole Arkham Knight thing over is at the manor recovering from the torture and trauma. One day he meets someone that might understand him more than he could ever realize.

“Where is it?” A young woman appeared in the middle of the Batcave. Bruce, still in his cowl, turned to you. “Where is my limited edition signed copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein in mint condition?” He knew this would be a gamble. This woman is a witch of the most dangerous sort. Dark longhorns protruded out of your pale forehead. She was seething.  Her eyes started to glow green. “I will destroy this place. Where do you get off stealing from-”

“Here.” A quiet voice from behind you calls your attention away from the Batman. A VERY large man stood behind her offering the book to you. “I wondered where he got this.” The woman became calmer once seeing her book was safe. Your eyes stopped glowing as you approached the person holding your book out to you. The man holding your book was handsome, but scarred. Not just physically but mentally as well, you felt turmoil and pain in his presents. She takes the book and nods her head. “Thank you.” He nods and shrinks back into the shadows then listens as his footsteps leave the cave and enter the manner. 

“That’s my son Jason.” You turned back to Bruce now showing his face. 

“Cool. Take my shit again and I’ll destroy this place. Got it?” Her eyes turned green again with warning. 

And with that you vanished. 

A couple days later Dick found himself walking into a small fabric store in downtown Gotham. It was run by no one other than the witch, who isn’t happy with his adopted father at the moment. Jason actually agreed to leave the house and tag along with him. 

“Hey Little Wing, I’m going to check in on a friend. She runs a fabric stop downtown. Wanna come?” Jason looked up from his Jane Austin book and originally shook his head. Jason had been locked away and cut off since he abandoned the Arkham Knight persona and moved back into the manor. Dick remembers Bruce bringing him home. At first Dick didn't recognize Jason until Bruce told him. He and Alfred stayed awake for days looking after Jason. It took 4 months for Jason to look at Dick and Bruce.  It took at least another 3 months before Jason started to speak in general. He still doesn’t speak all that much but at least he’s willing to leave the mansion sometimes when prompted.  Dick told Jason that the witch he met yesterday would be there as she owns the shop. It took a little more convincing before Jason said yes to coming with him. 

“Spooky I’m back!” Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head as the witch he saw yesterday but you didn’t look like yourself. You had no horns. He felt disappointed as he liked your horns. In Jason’s eyes you shouldn’t have to hide yourself but know why you did. 

“Uh Grayson, go away I’m busy this week and don't have time to- oh, Jason hello.” Jason nodded again at the women in front of him. “Grayson piss off.” She growls. “I don’t have time to “whip up” something for you because you and whoever are in an argument or you forgot a birthday or anniversary gift for someone. I have too many customers for that this week.” The witch said tidying up your shop. “Aw come on Spooks, don’t be like that! I always pay well.” Jason elbowed his older brother for being dense. 

“That’s not the point dickhead.” He mumbled. 

“You just want someone to talk to about books. Bruce told me he heard you talking to Alfred about how impressed you were with the quality of her mint condition-”

“Can it!” Jason growled. 

“Huh…. well as of right now you, Dick, and Bruce are now allowed in or around my shop. He took my shit and you only come in when you need something and it pisses me off.” Grayson’s cheek got red as he realized what he had done to his friend. “But Jason?” She called turning back to the brothers. “You can come in anytime. I would love to talk about literature with you.” 

“What’s your name?” Jason asked flat toned. 

“Y/N L/N.” You answer. Jason nods again. “If you’d like to meet me at the bookshop across the way tomorrow, I’ll show you some of my favorite books.” Jason again nods and leaves with Grayson. Back at the manor, Dick enthusiastically told Bruce what had happened. 

“You were right. They took to each other immediately. But we aren’t welcome back for a while.” Bruce only chuckled. 

“I figured.”

Jason woke up that morning and actually wanted to get up out of bed. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and headed downstairs feeling proud that he was able to complete those tasks. Some days he doesn't want to get out of bed, some days he doesn’t want to leave his room but today was different. 

“WOW! UP BEFORE 12!?! AMAZING!” Dick teased. Jason felt annoyance flare up inside him. 

“Master Grayson!” Alfred scolded. “Master Todd is excited about his day and you will do well to support him today.” Dick pouted like a three year old and muttered an apology. Jason nodded to Alfred then headed out the door. Jason was surprised to see that you were already waiting for him at the book shop. You had two cups in your hand. Panic started to bubble up in Jason, he hoped you weren’t a coffee drinker. Caffeine does not mesh well with his anxiety. 

“Good Morning Jason, I got you some herbal tea. Got one for myself too.” She said in a monotone voice. “If you don’t want it, just say so, no feelings will be hurt. I’ll drink both.” Jason started to calm.  He nodded and reached for the tea. He wanted to thank her but words fought him. She didn’t take a second thought and led him inside. 

“Hello Felix, hello Sasha.” She greeted the people behind the counter. “Hello Darling!” Sasha said excitedly, hugging you. “How are you? Who is this?” Jason swallowed and opened his mouth.

“This is Jason. He and I are going to be here for a bit.” Sasha blinked and smiled.

“I’ll close! This way you can be yourself.”Sasha gasped and looked at Jason. “I-uh.” 

“He knows Sash. Don’t worry.” Jason breathed in and out. You were taking care of everything and didn’t even know it. Jason started to feel weirdly safe until he realized Felix was staring daggers into him. 

“Felix?” Sasha called. The man broke eye contact with Jason and turned to Sasha. “Come on love! Say hello!” Jason was very good at reading people and he could tell right away that Felix had a thing for you but for some reason he is with Sasha. Felix put on a good face and stretched out his hand to Jason when he caught s glimpse of the scarred up skin on Jason’s hand. 

“Dude…was your hand ran through a shre-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you eat your tongue.” You sneer, eyes starting to glow. Felix dropped back. Sasha turned to her boyfriend and scolded him then closed the blinds.  Once they signaled that they were good, you turned back into the horned witch Jason met two days earlier.  “The horns scare the locals. One time a mob wanted to burn me alive cause they thought I was the devil.” Jason nodded his head. You saw his eyes become soft as if he wanted to apologize for others behavior.  You waved him off and took his hand. Jason was about to pull back as he didn’t want you to feel his rough hands. Immediately you dropped his hand. “Sorry, I should have asked first. Is it OK if I take your hand?” Jason nodded but still felt uncomfortable. “No it’s not. That’s OK. Come, I want to show you something.” Jason didn’t know how she was guessing his emotions and feelings then realized, you're a witch. Duh. Wait. You can feel it, feel everything he’s feeling. The pain, panic, rage…calm.  Felix then put a hand on your shoulder to which you jumped back and hissed in pain. 

“Felix!” Sasha gasped. “Your ring is made of iron! That burns her remember?” Felix looked like he was the one who got hurt and stepped back. You look at your shoulder, a burn mark has formed but quickly healed up. Jason’s eyes caught yours. 

"Sorry." Felix mumbled then went back behind the register.

“I’m good.” You reassure him. “ Come on.” Jason nodded and followed you to the back of the library. You looked back and relieved a glass case that had an original Jane Austin manuscript.  Jason’s eyes lit up. You felt yourself smile a little, seeing him excited over something you feel light. Jason looked at the manuscript in aw. “Do you wanna look at it closer?” Jason’s head snapped to you. His heart started to race. With a lift of her hand, you made the book float out of the case and hover in front of Jason. “I can flip through it if you want. Obviously, I can’t let you hold it.” Jason watched as the pages flipped, seeing Jane Austin’s notes and thought about her story. Once the book was placed back in its case Jason and Y/N spent the day looking through books and giving their opinions on them. 

Jason was in a good mood when he returned to the manner. He didn’t feel like souring his good mood so he tried to sneak back up to his room. Once he closed the door and turned around the light clicked on. Dick had been waiting for him.

“You spent all day with Spooks and you thought I was gonna let that go?” Jason rolled his eyes. 

“Come on. Come ON! Tell me what happened!” Dick sounded like a teenage boy who's never been around a woman before trying to get this brother who is a stud to tell him the mysteries of the women. Jason shook his head and grabbed his book. “We went to the bookstore.” He said casually. 

“For 8 hours?!” Dick asked. Jason flinched at Dick’s loudness. You had been soft spoken when talking to him, so accommodating but that’s because you are a witch. You feel things very deeply than most. Jason smiled as he felt something in him start to heal, slightly. All he knew was, you were going to pick him up tomorrow after your shop closed and take him to an apothecary. Whatever that was, Jason was just happy he found someone like him but instead of causing destruction, heals. Suddenly dread started to bubble in him, he destroyed almost everything he touches…what if.

“Don’t.” Dick’s voice broke through Jason’s thoughts. “Don’t get in your head. Remember the feeling she gave you.” Jason’s eyes squinted, not happy that Dick was able to read his mind so well. “Look, I've known Spooks for a long time. When we first met, she lost control of her power because someone close to her cut her wings off and did other harmful things. Jason felt like cold water was poured on him. “She…never really recovered from that. For years, she went around killing a lot of uh...people…who....” Jason knew what Dick was doing. He was trying to censor things so Jason wouldn’t get triggered. “It’s not your story to tell, so don’t tell it. Dick nodded then patted Jason’s leg leaving him with his thoughts.  

It was a bad day. Jason couldn’t move and everything hurt. His body ached as the weather changed and hurt his joints. His head was foggy and pounding, yet he wanted to get up and see you. Would you hate him if he cancelled? Jason couldn’t even focus on one thing before slipping unconscious. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep but while later his scenes came back, his body wasn’t aching as much, his head was less foggy and a dull headache was all that remained. Jason opened his eyes to see candles around his room, the smell of lilac and vanilla was faint but comforting. He started to sit up when he caught someone walking in with a metal tray. He knew it was tea as Alfred often carried tea in for Jason on his bad days. Which is why his breath stopped when the person who walked in spoke. 

“Oh good you’re up.” Jason snapped his head to the voice. It was you, horns and all. You’re here? Why? He tried to speak but still didn’t have the strength. “Don’t even try. You’ve been out for most of the day. Your body is still not 100%. I made tea though, it should help with the pain.” Jason’s brow furrowed as you helped him sit up. Once the pillow was propped against Jason’s back, you brought the tea over. “It’s a compilation of Vervain, turmeric and honey.” Jason blinked. Where the hell do you get your tea. “You should feel special. I don’t make tea from scratch for just anyone.” Surprisingly he huffed a small laugh out. 

“You…made…” You nodded. “Sure did. Vervain is to help you sleep and the turmeric is for the pain. Honestly, I don't like prescription grade stuff honestly.” You say handing him the cup only to see his hands shaking. “Are you strong enough to hold it?” Jason nodded, not wanting to feel weak. He took the tea from you and got as far as his chin before his hands gave out, yet no pain came. Instead Jason opened his eyes to see the cup and tea surrounded in a green light. The cup turned upright and the tea placed itself back in. Jason turned to you, your hand was up controlling the cup. “It was a good effort.” You say matter-of-factually. The cup set itself down on the bedside table. Though his joints creaked, his heart started to warm him.

“Thanks.” Jason finally got out. You waved him off. 

“I wanted to show you my apothecary didn’t I? All the herbs that’s in your tea I got.” Jason nodded. A question still lingered. He didn’t ask but wanted to know so bad. 

“Did you…make me feel better?” He asked. “No.” You said flatly. “I don’t use magic on unconscious people unless I 1. Know them well or 2 life threatening.” Jason tried to hide the relief on his face. “I’m not going to make you uncomfortable.” You say in a soft voice. Dick’s voice entered Jason’s head and he found himself wanting to ask you about your past. But for today, he just wanted to be in your company.

It took three days for Jason to fully recover from his episode but after a couple weeks he was with you at your sewing shop helping you restock. 

“You have a lot of fabric that you sold.” He said, picking up tons of boxes with ease. 

“Prom season is upon us.” You say. “A lot of rich parents want a one of a kind dress for their spoiled brats.” Jason laughs. You’re funny, you make him laugh and he feels safe with you. He hopes you feel the same with him as these past few weeks. You’re a nice friend for him to have and you seem to be liking him too since Dick and Bruce were still not allowed in or around the shop. “Ah.” The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had ordered Belly Burgers for delivery as you both don't like socializing. Unsurprisingly, you knew his order for Belly Burger. Jason went home that  day with a weird feeling in his stomach. He noticed it when you offered to drive him home. 

We can take my bike.” You had said. Jason half expected an actual bike instead of a badass motorcycle. Jason then showed you his bike and proposed a race jokingly but instead ended up racing with you through the streets of Gotham. When he got back to the manor, Jason felt happy for the first time in a long time. You had made him feel like a person again and he actually enjoyed himself with another person. Jason made his way up to his room and opened the door. He made his way to his bed, put his things down and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

“How’d your date go?” Jason rolled his eyes and turned to his other brother, Tim who was dating Barbra. “What? I can’t ask?” 

“It wasn’t a date.” Jason mumbled brushing his teeth. Tim smirked in the door frame. 

“Then why aren’t you calling me names right now?” Tim said, leaning against the frame. 

“Because he’s in a good mood.” Barbra chimed in, standing by Tim. “Why doesn’t everyone cram into the bathroom?” Jason grumbled, spitting out this toothpaste. Tim and Barbra laughed. “It’s nice to see you happy Jason.” Jason whipped his mouth and faced the two not knowing what to say to that so he just nodded. With that, Tim and Barbra left so Jason could head to sleep. He didn’t know what he’d see you next but couldn’t wait till he could. 

The Joker had escaped from Arkham again and to top it all off, he went on a rampage blowing up buildings and yours was caught in the crossfire. No one could get a hold of you. Jason couldn’t get a hold of you. Panic was rising in him quickly as he watched the news report in the Batcave. No one had been found in the wreckage yet. 

“Any sign of her?” Dick asked. Bruce shook his head. Jason felt his temper rising. 

“After everything he did to me,” Jason growled. “You let him live and look at what he’s done yet again.” Jason’s voice started to rise. Tim and Barbra looked at each other while Dick stood between Jason and Bruce. 

“Jason I-” Bruce didn’t have time to finish. A portal opened up in the Batcave and a body dropped out. It was you but you were moving very slowly as if you were hurt. Jason raced over to you. 

“Where have you been? You weren’t answering your phone I thought…” He trailed off. 

“Sorry.” You sounded in pain. “I was busy getting shot.” You revealed a bullet hole in your shoulder, a bullet was still in. “Felix decided to confess, broke up with Sasha,” You took a breath and continued while Alfred started to sit down and prepare to get the bullet out. “I rejected him and he got mad.” Jason pulled you up carefully, holding you so your back was against his front. Helping Alfred get a better angle of the bullet. Meanwhile, Jason was thinking of eight ways to kill Felix. “He’s dead.” You assured Jason. Bruce’s head snapped towards you. “Relax Holier than Thou, he died when my shop collapsed.” 

“I don’t understand.” Dick started crouching down to your level. “Why aren’t you healing instantly?” You didn’t really feel like talking anymore. Your head was swimming and you were getting weaker. 

“Iron bullet.” Jason guessed. You nodded. Finally, Alfred got the bullet out and your skin pulled itself together. You exhaled fully and focused on getting your breathing back to normal. 

“Thank you.” You breathed looking at Alfred. 

“Of course miss.” Jason shifted behind you, thinking he was going to help you up, you started to move until he stopped you. 

“Hold on.” You then felt one of his arms under your legs while the other supported your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a little uncomfortable with the closeness but that was because you were weak and couldn’t defend yourself at a moment's notice. “Relax. I’m just taking you upstairs. You’re gonna need a couple hours to recover.” Dick’s mouth dropped. This witch, the same witch that threatened Batman a couple months ago, wasn't protesting when Jason was holding her. Carrying her. He couldn’t believe it.  Jason made his way to him room, carrying you up many grand staircases. 

“Ya know I could have walked up myself if you just waited 30 minutes.” You muttered trying not to blush. 

“Yeah but you look like you were going to pass out, so I figured you could pass out on a comfortable bed.” Jason answered. You hummed. “You’ll be sleeping in my room, I wanna keep an eye on you for the next couple hours.” Your head snapped toward Jason who laughed at your reaction. “Do you think I’m the type to take advantage of someone weaker?” You rolled your eyes. 

“That’s not why I reacted that way, you moron.” You mumbled. “This is just weird for me.” “What? Someone carrying you?” 

“Someone caring.” Jason stopped and looked into your eyes. Once again words escaped him so he continued to carry on to his bedroom. Once he got in, he placed you on the bed and closed the bedroom door.

“I like my privacy.” He said turning to you. You were looking at his book collection. “Which one are you looking at?” 

“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” You say. Jason pulled the book off the shelf and made his way over to you. 

“Get comfortable.” Jason said. You raised an eyebrow. “Just…do it.” You got comfortable on Jason’s bed. He sits next to you and opens the book. 

“You’re going to read to me?” You ask. Jason nodded. “Why?” You ask looking down. Jason swallowed. 

“I care.” You look back at him, but he was already flipping to the first chapter. Jason doesn’t know what chapter you fell asleep on, but he woke up the next morning cuddling you. His arms were around your waist keeping you close. Jason smiled to himself, but then remembered who he was and shot up in bed startling you. 

“What?!” You asked. Jason shook his head. “Nothing…bad dream.” You nodded. 

“Do you-?

“Want breakfast?” He interrupted scrambling out of bed. “Uh sure.” With that Jason was out the door leaving you very confused. 

You teleported down to the kitchen, already changed in new clothes. 

“Good morning Spooks! You staying over again tonight?” You opened your mouth to answer but Jason again interrupted you. 

“No. She’s leaving after breakfast.” Dick looked between the two of you looking just as confused as you are. “Oh uh…where are you going to stay?” Tim asks. 

“At my apartment.” You answer. Barbra gasps. “YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT?” You nod. 

“Did you think I lived at my shop?” Tim nodded. 

Breakfast was silent and odd as no one could understand why Jason was acting so distant now. You had your suspicions but didn't say anything.  When it was time to leave you said thank you to Alfred and Bruce again for helping you. Alfred then gave you tubs of some easy reheat meals for you to take home. Knowing better, you didn’t refuse. You sent them back to your house via magic of course, as Jason walked you outside. Once you crossed the threshold to the outside, your horns disappeared not wanting to draw too much attention. 

“I’ll drive you home.” Jason said, throwing you a helmet.  You caught it then, got on Jason’s motorcycle. You wrap your arms around his waist, noticing he was pulling away slightly, still you didn’t say anything. It was a long awkward drive to your apartment and it didn’t get better when you got off the bike. You open your mouth to say goodbye when Jason speaks first.

“I don’t think we should see each other for a while.” You hum. “OK.” You answer turning away and making your way up the stairs that lead to your porch. Jason grabbed your arm. 

“OK? That's all you have to say? You’re not mad?” You sighed and turned back to Jason who was the confused one. “I told you. I’m not going to make you uncomfortable.” Jason let go of your arm and watched you as you disappeared into your apartment. What he didn’t  see were the tears running down your face when you closed the door. He cares, huh? You swallow the lump in your throat and the tears fall rapidly. 

“Y/N?” Jason didn’t even try to cover the worry in his voice from the other side of the door. “I know what I said last time hurt you but Dick’s been freaking you cause you haven't been answering him.” No answer again. It’s a lie. Dick wasn’t worried, Jason was. You hadn’t contacted him since he dropped you off at your apartment. It had been a month and Jason just wanted to give you space hoping you’d reach out. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, pride was always going to be his downfall. He started going out with Dick and Bruce on patrol again, even took up a vigilante name, Red Hood. Jason did try to track you down when he was on patrol but only found your shop, now rebuilt (Bruce had a hand in that), closed for the day. It’s like you were actively hiding from him. And actually you were not, until now. You had walked into your apartment building about 5 minutes after Jason arrived, you were currently hiding in the stairwell, waiting for him to leave. You were hurt and still wanted to keep your distance. Dick had actually contacted you for a case a couple weeks ago yet never mentioned if he told Jason or not. From what Jason said, he didn’t. You closed your eyes and when you opened you were back in your apartment when you heard Jason knock again 

“If you’re there please open up.” You considered but stayed in your spot not wanting to move in case he heard. You hadn’t spoken to Sasha, who was taking the news of Felix’s betrayal hard. She didn’t want to be around you or anyone at the moment which you understood otherwise you would have asked her to come out of her apartment and tell Jason to go. Somehow, she must have gotten your silent message because you heard the door across the hall open. 

“She’s not home.” Sasha’s voice rang out.

“Do you know where she is?” Jason asked. 

“No. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” Yikes. Easy Sasha. 

“She told you what happened?” Jason sounded pissed. 

“No. But I’ve been listening to you for the past half hour and putting the pieces together. You won’t see her. She won’t make herself known to you if you have hurt her. I haven't seen her either. I said some things I regret.” You just smiled. I already forgave you Sasha. “She told me about Felix…and how he died. I just can’t believe she left him there though.” Your breath hitched. You didn’t tell Sasha that Felix had shot you because she started screaming at you and then slammed the door in your face.

“That’s because he fucking shot her.” Jason growled. Sasha gasped. 

“He-what? Shot her? What-I-she didn’t-” Sasha babbled. “Now I feel even more like a jackass. If you do find her, tell her to come see me…tell her I’ll listen and that I’m sorry.” You swallowed roughly. 

“If I ever find her.” Jason mumbled and seemingly walked away. You waited for the apartment building door to open and close then for the sound of his bike driving away. You then went over Sasha's wanting to patch things up. 

About 10pm, you were designing a wedding dress for Barbra, who called your store yesterday to ask you to design and create her wedding dress. You accepted. 

“Oh and Jason won’t know I called. We are all letting him sweat it out.” You didn’t know how to respond to that. 

“That isn’t necessary but I will have the designs ready for Thursday when you come in.” Barbra thanked you then hung up.  You were almost done picking out the fabric when you heard the window to your living room open. Boots touched the ground and a voice cut through the silence. 

“Y/N?” Your jaw dropped, there is no way he broke in. You stepped out of your room to come face to face with the Red Hood. You folded your arms. 

“Seriously.” 

“You weren’t answering my calls.” 

“You said we shouldn’t see each other for a while. I wasn’t going to pick up and have you say you changed your mind only to have you change it again and say you don’t want to see me. I don’t play those games.” You say flatly. Jason takes off his mask. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” You blink. 

“OK.” 

“OK? That’s all you have to say?” You shrug. “I came all this way for an ‘OK’?” You scoffed. 

“What did you expect? That I fell into your arms crying and saying how miserable it was without you? I know you're a romantic but books don’t portray real life well.” You knew you were being cold but that’s what happened when your heart gets broken, the cold numb feeling comes back. Jason could feel it and knew he wasn’t going to get a breakthrough while you were like this. 

“Look…I came to say I was sorry and I said it. I mean it too. I was just scared of feeling close to someone again and I made a rash decision. When…when you want to talk, I’ll listen.” And with that he was back out the window. You closed it and went back to picking out fabric.  

You had been so busy making Barbra’s dress that you almost missed the bell going off at the front door. 

“Y/N!” Barbra shouted. You turned to her only to meet the eyes so Jason, not that you were surprised. He’s been watching you from the rooftops every night, well the Red Hood has. It seems that with the gain of this guardian angel, many have ventured to your shop more and more as they feel safer with the Red Hood watching over this part of Gotham. “IT LOOKS AMAZING! But..why aren’t you using magic?” 

“Because I like everything done by my hand.” You answer plainly going back to pinning the dress. The base of it was done with a satin white train. Flowers and lace were scattered about the border of the gown. 

“It’s far from done, but I need to make sure it fits you right.” Barbra nodded excitedly and took the dress into the changing room. Jason stood next to you, surprisingly the silence was not uncomfortable…for you at least. You spoke first. 

“The Red Hood?” Jason chuckled. 

“I needed something to do.” You hummed and finally looked at him. His eyes were brighter and clear. And OH MY he was huge! I mean he was big compared to anyone before but he put on a ton of muscle. “You seem good and the shop has been busier.” You smile slightly. 

“So you stalking me isn’t just a nightly activity?” You ask, thinking he was going to blush but he didn’t, but he did smirk. “Gotta make sure you don’t come crashing into the cave again. Though I have no problem carrying you like a princess if you need me to.” Jason’s smile widened as you blushed, not expecting him to be so…cocky. 

“Well?” You both turned to see Barbra in the dress you made. You looked over the dress, of course it looked beautiful on her but something was missing. THE VEIL! You turned to pick up a manikin head that was holding the veil you made. You brought it to Barbra and placed it on her head. You then pinned some places that you wanted to fix, not noticing how intensely Jason was watching you until you heard. “Jason she’s not gonna catch fire if you blink.” Barbra snickered. You didn’t look back at Jason, only shook your head. “There. Carefully take off the dress and I’ll make the adjustments for you.” Barbra nodded and went back into the dressing room. 

���You made that?” Jason asked. 

“I don’t get good business cause I’m pretty.” You retort, making Jason laugh. 

“Fair enough.” Jason said. “Ouch!” You turned back to Jason who was holding his hand, he then pulled out a pin. “Fuck.” He hissed. “Note to self, don’t touch any projects that are half done.” You made your way over to him and held his hand in yours. A nettle prick was leaking blood, you looked up at him to ask for permission. “Go ahead.” He whispered. With that, your fingers started to glow and Jason’s skin started to pull itself back together. “Thought you were supposed to be a deadly witch.” His voice was low, just enjoying being close to you. 

“I am.” You answer. “So don’t go around announcing I healed you. I’ll lose my reputation for being ruthless.” 

“Should I leave you two alone?” Your head snapped to Barbra who was holding the dress and smiling widely. You let go of Jason’s hand and took the dress from Barbra. 

“I’ll finish the alterations then send it to you.” You say setting up the dress to start the altercations. 

“Thank you Y/N. Truly, it’s so magical.” You laugh. 

“I’m glad you like it.” Barbra then jumped on you, giving you a big hug. “Oh.” You say hugging her back. She let go and handed you an invitation. 

“Please come. You are hand making my dress. Please.” You smile and accept the invitation. 

“Of course.” You say, not really wanting to come to a social event. On this side of town they don’t care that you’re a witch if you hide the horns but the socialites of Gotham don’t like you at all. Thinking you are in service to the devil. With that Jason and Barbra left the shop leaving you to get back to the dress. 

Finally, the wedding was upon us. You ended up making Dick, Jason, and Tim custom suits. During that time, Jason made sure to come to every appointment even ones that weren’t his. You two had been patching things over, him flirting with you every chance he gets and your witty responses always making him want to mess with you more. But now, you want to run and hide. The people in the room with you started pointed and whispered about you. You can hear them. 

“It’s her.” “The one with the horns? I don’t think so, I don’t see them.” You just wanted to say congratulations to Tim and Barbra then leave. You felt like you were crawling in your skin. 

“She’s pretty though…probably how she seduces her victims.” Your heart felt like it was shaking your body.  Trying to calm yourself down you went to look for a drink when you almost ran into Jason. “Oh! My gosh, I am so-” You started. When he handed you a drink. 

“Gin?” You laughed out a breath and took the drink thanking him. 

“That man really shouldn’t bother with a creature like that.” You took a sip trying to ignore it. 

“Say that again and see what happens.” Jason sneers. The man and women stutter excuses trying to make it seem they weren’t talking about you. “Piss off.” And they did. Jason looked back to you and offered his arm. You raised an eyebrow. “What? This is the only time I’ll be polite like this. Take advantage of it.” You took his arm and he led you to the rest of the Wayne Family. When Barbra saw you, her and Tim almost tackled you, thanking you over and over again for the clothes you made. “It was nothing really.” You try to brush off but of course they didn’t let you. 

“We also told all the press that it was here where we got our wedding attire from.” Barbra said excitedly. “You might need to hire more help.” You shook your head. 

“I’m magic, remember?” Barbra’s brow furrowed. 

“But you said…oh.” She breathed. “The ones you do yourself…you do for people that mean a lot to you.” You nod and see Dick start to tear up. 

“Don’t make it weird Dick.” You say finishing your drink. Jason takes it and places it on the bar. Bruce then made his way over to you guys. 

“Tim, Barbra? Congratulations. Y/N, a word?” He asks, offering his arm. You nod and take it. Once you were far enough away from the group Bruce spoke. 

“I must apologize for stealing your book a year a ago.” You smile and look back at Jason, who of course was looking back at you. Making sure you were alright. “I’m glad you did.” You answer. Bruce nods and gestures to Jason to take you back. He’s by your side in seconds and offers his hand. “Dance with me?” You smile. 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

By the end of the night, you and Jason had run off into the many gardens of the Manor where the wedding was held.  You took off your heels as you both walked and talked for hours. Jason notices how the plants would perk up more when you pass, how dead leaves came back to life and how wounded trees repaired themselves. A deadly witch? You couldn’t be. Not to him. 

“You can wear your horns ya know.” He said. You chuckle and show them. “I like them.” Jason says, touching them fondly.

“I noticed.” You say. “You're the first to not be uncomfortable with them.”  Jason hummed. 

“I’m never uncomfortable with you. Just..stupid sometimes.” 

“So am I.” You whisper looking at the flowers. Jason’s hand came on your cheek. He turned your head back to face him. He takes both hands to the side of your face and kisses you. You kiss back and laugh as you pull away. 

“What?” Jason asks, smiling. 

“You kissed me underneath the moonlight in the rose garden. Can you be any more sappy?” Jason laughed then dipped you, making you gasp.

“Don’t challenge me.” With that he went in for another kiss.  

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Water Under the Bridge

Alfred stood next to you smiling at his children. 

“Master Bruce told me if anything should happen to him then call her. She’ll protect you all.” You shift uncomfortably. Bruce had never been your favorite person but he knew your love for his son, Jason out weighed your disdain for him. Still you didn't expect to move into the clock tower Bruce had made for them. You were the daughter of Dr. Thomas Elliot or Hush as he was called. When your father wanted to take over Gotham you didn’t bat an eye but when he went after Bruce Wayne's children that’s when you tracked him down and handed him to Gotham PD. Your father didn’t like that his daughter outsmarted and out matched him but he shouldn’t have been surprised considering he gave you to the Al Ghuls for payment when they gave him his high status as a doctor. You were only returning the favor but of course cause you did one good thing, Batman had to meet you. When he did, he was with Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin who was Jason Todd at the time. You spent the interaction spitting insult after insult towards the bat family to which Jason laughed. However, Jason as Robin threw them right back at you, and even more surprisingly you smiled. It was a small smile and it only lasted a second but it was there. You remember at the time it hurt your face because no one had made you smile before and even funnier, Batman was surprised. After that, it seemed like you couldn’t shake Robin ANYWHERE. If you were watching out for the “lower class” people of Gotham? He was there. If you were getting the drop on some drug dealers selling to kids? He was there and Batman was never far though he tried to recruit you more than once. Oh and Robin had the cutest nickname for you, “Loaner.” because he always saw you alone. You always declined to go with them to clean up afterwards, until the GCPD tried to take you into custody for being on the streets as you were only 16 years old. Before they could get you in the car miraculously Bruce Wayne showed up. Remembering his affiliation with orphans, he took it upon himself to house you until further notice. Of course, everyone fawned over him and how generous he was. You rolled your eyes and got into the car not wanting to make a scene. Yet when you got back to this ENORMOUS manor a kid with black hair and blue eyes came bouncing toward you. 

“I’m Jason!” The boy had said. You started at him, not feeling the need to talk to someone you’d see to maybe a handful of times before Bruce gave you to the first family that would take you. “What’s wrong? Are you still trying to be a loaner?” That’s when your eyes widened to which Jason started laughing uncontrollably. 

“Jason!” Bruce had snapped. Yet the boy continued to laugh. “Could you have waited till she got settled?” You finally blinked and walked inside leaving Jason still laughing. If you thought your shadow was annoying before, living with him was much worse. He spent all his time with you and soon you found yourself liking the company. Still you were not speaking to Bruce or Alfred, only gestures and small noises because you didn't trust the “father figure” type or adults for that matter due to what happened. Jason, however, knew you spoke because you spoke to him and only him. You didn't even speak to Dick Grayson, the golden son, Nightwing. The one all the women fall for. But you? You didn't even spare him a second look. All you did was wave then walk off to the library to study for an upcoming test. Oh yes, and you actually got to go to school with Jason. He’d be glued to your side, as he made sure Bruce put all your classes together. Funny enough there were boys and girls who wanted to ask you out but most of the time didn’t because they thought you were with Jason. Not that you minded. It kept people away. That was until Leon Hops, the “dream boat” of the Sophomore class decided you were pretty enough to be asked out. You remember being at your locker, Jason was talking about the lit paper you guys were doing together when Leon showed up.

“Hey Beautiful. Would you like to go out sometime.” You looked up at him and for the first time spoke.

“No.” With the close of your locker and turned on your heels to see Jason’s mouth dropped. You furrowed your brow because at the time you didn’t know that know one had ever said “no” to Leon.  

“Little bitch.” Leon said with hurt pride and grabbed your waist pulling you back and triggered a reflex. Your elbow made contact with his nose. He screamed as he tried to stop the bleeding. “Fucking psycho!” Leon screamed as a teacher came toward you guys. 

“Ms. Wayne, that is not how we express ourselves.” 

“I will have my father sue you for allowing sexual harassment in the school and trying to blame my reaction.” You said coldly. The teacher swallowed. 

“I-” “I’m going to class, I expect you will be calling his parents? If you don't, I'll talk to a Gotham Gazette and ruin this school forever.” 

“That won’t be necessary. We will handle it.” You turned to see the principal walking up to you. You blinked and nodded then turned again to Jason who couldn’t believe what happened. His jaw still dropped. You tilted your head waiting for him to speak. 

“You talked.” He finally said. You widened your eyes and realize why the teacher was acting so shocked. It was because you spoke for the first time. “Huh.” You said. “Yeah I did.” Once that cat was out of the bag, you spoke all the time. That was until Jason’s death. When Batman told you what happened you reverted back to your quiet, nonverbal self. Bruce was worried you’d go after the Joker and he was right to. You disappeared from the manor the day after Jason was buried. Then, the Joker was found mangled and torn apart after going missing from Arkham for three weeks. You never went back to Wayne Manor again but still made sure to look after Barbra, Dick and the newest member Tim. At first, Tim didn’t believe about the shadow in the night that protects them, he thought Dick was just messing with the new recruit, until he saw you himself. You saved him from a bullet and from that day forward he was a believer. Bruce and yourself never really made up as he couldn’t find any evidence that it was you who killed the Joker which made him suspicious that it was you even more. 

 Babs basically tackled you when she saw you. Tim followed after and then Dick. They all hugged you as if they knew you’d protect them not just physically but emotionally. 

“Why the hell are you guys running-” A gruff voice carried over the room. The three bat family members pulled away to reveal you to Jason. He stopped in his tracks and it felt like time did too. 

“Hi.” You finally said. 

“Come on Jason.” Babs said, reaching her arm out. “We all need a long hug from her.” Jason put his hands in his pockets. 

“Babs.” You say quietly giving her a “physical touch is a no no right now” look. The three understood the signal and gave her one more squeeze before Babs spoke.

“You can stay in my room with me until we figure out what to do for you permanently.” You open your mouth to protest. “Nope. Don’t say a thing. Bruce-trusted- that you’d always show up for us. And you have…every time even at the expense of your own well being.” You swallow roughly. You had many scars underneath your clothing that still hurt from multiple close calls you’ve gotten in between of. Babs takes your hand, you turn to get your bag before you are met with the green eyes of Jason. “I’ll carry your bag.” You nodded as Babs pulled you along to her room. Of course Jason would do that. You have a bad shoulder because of him.

When he came back from the pit, his rage was so chaotic and out of control that Bruce called you which was a bitter pill to swallow. When you saw Jason for the first time in years, you froze as did Jason. He stopped his rampage once his vision fell on you. You reached out to him. 

“Jason?” He slowly, with shaking limbs made his way over to you. You could see his shaking legs wouldn’t keep him up for long. Making sure not to startle him again you made your way to him. He fell on his knees and hugged your waist still shaking. You let him wrap around you and pull you down. You remember holding him for who knows how long. The bat cave was sorta destroyed but nothing money can’t fix. Bruce nodded to you as if to say, ‘thank you’. Then, a cracking noise echoed throughout the cave. Jason raised his head and looked around, finally registering the carnage he had made. His eyes were horrified. “It’s not your fault.” You said. “It’s not.” You kept your voice soft but the cracking noise got louder. Finally, you look up knowing what was about to happen. One of the sharp rocks that hung in the cave had come crashing down towards Jason and you. With all your strength you pushed Jason out of the way, your shoulder making contact with the sharp  point of the rock ripping through. Once the dust settled, you knew you were bleeding bad. Standing up and turning away from Jason, you shouted. 

“Dick!” Dick, seeing everything that happened, had something to stop the bleeding. “I don’t wanna trigger Jason.” You said holding the compression pad to your wound. “Down play it.” Dick nodded and did as he was told, telling Jason to stay where he was until the ruble was clear. Jason did so and you quickly stitched up your wound. Months later, after a night of drinking with Wally West, Dick let it slip what really happened. Jason wasn’t happy at all, and showed up at your doorstep at 3 am. It took hours to calm him down when he saw the large wound still healing on your shoulder. The surrounding skin had bruised over and at that point it really did look worse than it was. 

“I have a pull out couch, you can sleep on that!” Babs said bring you back to reality. You nodded. 

“No.” Jason interrupted. “I’m going to be taking the couch in the living room. You are going to take my bed.” You open your mouth to protest. “You broke your back saving Babs when she was knocked out and thrown off a building remember? Chronic back pain and a pull out don’t mix well.” You closed your mouth. Babs dropped your hand and gasped. 

“I forgot about that. We were all so young…” 

“It’s OK. It’s not chronic.” You say to try and soothe her.

“Yeah not since you finally started going to a chiropractor last year. Let’s not push it.” Jason said, taking your bag to his room. Your blood boils a bit but you wanted to smile as Jason’s mouth continued. “Don’t look at me like that.” Jason rolled his eyes. You stared at him annoyed and wanting to know how he knew you were going to a chiropractor.“I found an appointment card on your desk.” You hummed following Jason into his room, turning back to Barbra who was smiling wider than you’d ever seen. 

A scream woke you from a dead sleep. Stumbling out of the room, you made your way to the sound knowing who was making it. Jason was sweating profusely on the coach, swinging his arms out around nothing. You saw Barbra run in and dashed towards Jason, you grabbed her just in time before Jason struck her. You threw Babs out of Jason’s reach as his half opened eyes glowed green. He’s not conscious but having a nightmare, one that's being enhanced by the pit’s properties. You stood in front of Jason as he towered over you. You stayed still, as if he only could see you if you moved. Jason’s arms shot out but you deflected them and pushed him back, you then saw Tim run in a glass of cold water. He threw it to you, as you caught it Jason was getting back up but was soon hit with the cold water. Finally, Jason gasped and looked around frantically. You signaled for everyone to stand still, then when Jason’s eyes met yours he reached for you. Wanting to see if he was asleep still. You held out your hand and let his huge hands wrap around your wrist, feeling your pulse. 

“Real?” He asked. 

“Like you.” You respond. Jason’s eyes turned soft, he knew you’d only respond with those words when he needed to know he was awake. It was like a code the two of you had but never placed where it started. You pulled him upward, helping him stand as he leaned into you as you led him to this bedroom. Babs, Tim, Dick and Alfred were all amazed how quickly you were able to get Jason up and calm again. Though they shouldn't be surprised, Jason’s always able to calm you and you with him. Once you got Jason onto his bed, you went to his own bathroom to get a cold towel. You started to blot this forehead trying to cool him. “Your sleeping in your room.” You declared. Jason nodded, too tired to argue. “I can stay if you want.” You say softly to which Jason nodded again. You put the cloth back in the bathroom and saw Jason climbing into bed when you turned back. You waited for him to get comfortable before you got in. Once he did, you joined him in bed and rolled onto your back relieving the tension it held. You were drifting off to sleep when you felt a hand on your heart. “If you try to grope me I’ll rip your hand off.” You mumbled. Jason huffed out a laugh. “Relax, I’m just keeping a hand on your heart just so I know what’s real.” Jason grumbled. You hummed and felt yourself drift away. 

The next morning you woke up alone. Jason was not next to you though the indent of his body was still there. You stretched and sat up. “Mornin.” You turned to see Jason with a towel wrapped around his waist. Not wanting to blush, you coolly turn away and take a deep breath. 

“You're eating breakfast.” You say getting up. Jason laughed and your heart sped up. “Do I get a say in what I eat for breakfast?” You shake your head. 

“You need to eat more than a cup of tea and donuts.” Jason rolled his eyes but knew you were actually taking care of him as he doesn’t feel like eating after his episodes. He grabbed his clothes to change into and disappeared behind the bathroom door. You got out some clothes from your bag and with your back towards the door started to change. Mindlessly putting your pants on you weren’t paying attention until you felt rough fingers trace the horizontal scar on your lower back, the one you got when you broke your back saving Barbra…after Jason’s death. You freeze clutching your shirt to your chest. “Make a fucking noise next time.” You say you threw closed teeth. Jason chuckles. 

“Sorry. Shoulda warned you.” You feel him continue to trace the other scars that littered your skin. This is not the first time you have been in a vulnerable position in front of Jason. But the weird safe feeling is something you don’t think you would get used to. Most of the scars he was tracing were ones he wasn’t there for as he was dead. The last scar he traced was the scar on your shoulder. You felt guilt radiate off of him. 

“Can you let me put my shirt on.” You asked, trying to distract him. Jason pulls away. 

“But I’d rather see you without pants.” You shake your head knowing he’d only joke like this when it’s the two of you. You walked into the small kitchen to see Dick already making breakfast. Eggs, bacon and pancakes to be exact. Jason followed after you and nudged you to sit down while he got your food. You got the message still thinking it was funny that you two could communicate with each other without talking. “Seriously, you guys as fucking creepy when you do that.” Dick said. You feel the right side of your lip curl into a small smile. “Never mind you smiling is creepier.” You rolled your eyes as Jason placed a plate of food down in front of you. 

“Thanks.” You mutter. Jason nods and eats his breakfast beside you. 

When you came back from talking to Harley Quinn, who was giving information about where Black Mask has set up shop again. You got wind that the Black Mask was trying to get more traffic on his territory since Batman was dead. Harley told you of one of Joker's hidden hideouts was used as Black Mask's stash of drugs. You had checked it out and long story short, Black Mask knew to keep his nose clean or you’d do more than break his femur. Jason and Dick were in the kitchen cooking when you took off your shoes. 

“Hey your back.” Dick called. You nodded and your eyes fell on Jason who handed you a cup of herbal tea. You took a deep breath and sat at the island, watching the guys make dinner when Dick started to laugh. 

“What?” Jason asked. 

“Remember when we made dinner together? And Tim got tomato sauce all over Bruce and Babs?” Dick asked Jason, continuing to laugh. “I don’t remember that.” Jason grumbled. You sipped your tea and started daggers at Dick. That happened AFTER Jason died. You know because you had been watching over the house outside when that happened. You’d never admit it but you cried when you saw how much fun they were having because Jason wasn’t there. How could they smile after a loss like that? That was when you knew, you were in love with Jason and you always will be. 

“What? You have to, it's the same year that…” Dick trailed off then looked at you finally seeing the look in your eyes. “You what? Never mind. Dumb story anyway.” “I’ve got a story for you. It’s about being dead then coming back to life by a pit of mind altering goo.” Jason sneered. Dick reached for him.

“I didn’t mean to-” “I don’t know what's worse, having a chunk of my life taken from me or coming back to everyone thinking I’m gonna snap.” Jason yelled, stabbing a cutting board with his chef's knife. “Everyone but you.” You looked up from your cup and looked into Jason’s now green eyes, they were blue before but since the pit…they are green now. 

“I’m sorry Jason we should’ve..I should’ve never treated you like an outsider.” Dick apologized then turned to you. “And I’m sorry we-” “Water under the bridge.” You cut him off not wanting to open old wounds. Jason never truly found out what led to you and the family having a brief fall out but he knew you killed the Joker because he died. 

“But-”

“Dick.” You warned.

“Please…just let me…it’s been eating me up for a while.” You slowly inhaled and exhaled. “I’m sorry we abandoned you when Jason died.” You felt like he was cutting into you and ripping you open. You wanted him to stop talking. You don’t like thinking about the past, it hurt too much and you worked so hard to push forward. Your jaw was tight and Dick looked at you with hopeful eyes. 

“What.” You closed your eyes. In Dick’s surrender all thy sins moment, he unleashed something you hadn’t mentioned to Jason about what happened when he died. Shit. 

“Jason…” You started. But he raised his hand to signal you to stop. “You all left a mentally ill sixteen year old to grieve the death of the only person she regularly spoke to alone. Why?” Jason sounded calm but fuming at the same time. Dick swallowed realizing what he did. “Jason…” You heard Babs say as she and Tim enter. Oh this is not gonna go well.

“She disappeared.” Tim said. 

“AND YOU LET HER?” Jason screamed. “ALL TRAINED BY THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE AND NO ONE FOUND HER?” Tim shrunk into himself and looked at the floor. 

“We were all still reeling-” “BUT YOU HAD EACH OTHER RIGHT? AFTER ALL SHE’S DONE FOR YOU, AFTER EVERYTHING SHE’S BEEN THROUGH-” “Jason.” You finally said swallowing the lump in your throat. “It’s water under the bridge.” Jason’s angry eyes met yours. You two stared at each other and even though no words were said, you were still having a conversation with him. He finally unclenched his fists and relaxed. 

“Water under the bridge.” He repeated,  as you got up and put your cup in the sink then walked into your shared room with Jason following after. 

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[arkhamsrevenge]

Morals (Arkham Knight x Reader)

“If you want to get him, you’ll have to kill me first and I believe that’s against your moral code.” 

I slipped through the shadows of the Militia base, looking for the Knight. 

“Who are you?” I whispered from my cell. 

“Jason Todd.” A rough voice answered. “Can you help me?”  I smiled. 

“Of course. As soon as I get a chance, I will come to you.” I heard him take a wheezing breath.

“I don’t wanna die here.” His voice shook. “I don’t…”

“Jason, I will come to you.” I repeatedly placed my hand against the wall. “You will not die here.  Nether will I.” 

“You're here.” A modulated voice said. “I thought you’d be late.” I turned to be face to face with the Arkham Knight.  His statue would intimidate anyone, but not me. I knew who was under the mask, and I knew him very well. 

“I’m never late.” The Knight stepped closer, I heard the pressure release and the face of Jason Todd emerged. “You’re here.” He said again, this time strained like he was relieved to see me. 

“I told you I would be.” My heart jumped into my  throat. Jason nodded then took me into another room. A small cot rested in the back corner, papers and files were neatly stacked on the side table next to the cot. The room was like a shoe box, I shifted wondering how Jason had been sleeping on this small, uncomfortable cot for months.  

“The Militia is being deployed tonight. You have to be my eyes, my shadow, there with me at all times but out of sight from everyone, including Deathstroke, the Bat and me.” I nodded. “I can’t give you a com or any sorta communication line. It will make you traceable.” Jason stopped, as if nervous not to have any way to get a hold of me. I knew why he was so nervous about this part. He has to trust that I’m going to be there, no matter where he is. Words were never my strong suit but I never minded talking to Jason. I mostly rely on gestures to convey my thoughts.  I inhaled and nodded again. “You have to always be there. Hidden but there, just in case the Bat has a few tricks up his sleeve.” His words seemed to get more frantic. 

“Jason.” I said sternly, trying to ground him. His blue eyes met mine. “I will always be there. You will never be alone again.” Jason’s eyes were piercing through me, trying to tell if there was any hint of uncertainty in my words. “You will never be alone again.” I repeated. I felt his breath on my face. His face didn't change, instead he pressed the button to lower his helmet back down, this face then covered once more. All traces of Jason were gone, only the Arkham Knight remind. 

“Lets go.” He commanded and walked out of the room pausing for a second to make sure I was following. I already was, but I knew for his sake, he had to make sure. 

* * * *

 I heard Jason’s breath was becoming erratic, silently I waited. Watching to make sure he was OK. I was watching the fight between him and Batman, knowing he was going to win until Batman tried talking to him. Trying to bring his son back, but all it did was make Jason angry and even more confused. They ended up falling to the ground, Batman was on top about to hit Jason, that's when I intervened.  Grabbing the Bat by the shoulders, I threw my body weight back to pull him off. It worked, the Bat stumbled back and reactivity swung at me with a bat-a-rang. The blade cut me just above my eyebrow. I paid no mind to it though.  But now I was standing between Jason and his father…not like he deserves that title.

“This has nothing to do with you.” I stayed still. Blood started to drip from the slice he gave me. “That injury isn’t severe but you should stop the bleeding.” I said nothing, just stared at Batman, the Big Myth was nothing more than a man in a suit. “Leave, I won't ask you again.” I shook my head and prepared to fight him again. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“But you’ll hurt him?” I sneered. “If you want to get him, you’ll have to kill me first and I believe that’s against your moral code.” 

I heard Jason start to shift. I turned back slightly to see where he was hurt, he just looked dazed. 

“I’m trying to help him.” Batman finally said. “I tried to save him…I’m trying to save him now.” 

“You left me.” Jason’s voice sounded strained. “You left me in that wing to rot for OVER A YEAR, with him.” Batman reached out to comfort his son, but saw Jason coil back, almost as if he was hiding behind me. That’s when Batman looked back at me with a new look in his eyes. The hateful annoyed look that had previously been in his eyes was gone and another took over, understanding. 

“I’m sorry.” He said. Batman then backed up. “I need to stop Scarecrow but I need to know that the Knight is dead for good.” Again I looked back at Jason, who had now taken his helmet off completely. 

“He is.” I answered. Batman nodded. 

“Good luck to you both.” He said sadly as he used his grappling hook to get away.  I waited for a couple minutes making sure he really was gone. I exhaled once I knew it was so, we were alone. I turned back to Jason and knelt down to him, taking his face in my hands. I brought his head up to look over his face, making sure no injuries or a concussion had formed. I felt his eyes burning through me once again. Finally, I met his eyes, they were still dull and dazed. 

“Come on.” I said, guiding him upward. “We need to get outta here.” Jason seemed to be putting some weight on me, I wrapped an arm around his waist as he rested his arm on my shoulder. Slowly we started to make our way out of the warehouse. Once outside, I looked around for a vehicle to “borrow”.  Seeing a car not too far from us, I led Jason to it. “Lean up against the car.” I directed. He did so without a word, he was scaring me. I picked the car lock and watched the lock on the inside pop up. I smirked to myself, old habits die hard I suppose. Jason shakily got into the passenger side of the car. I got in as well and started to hot wire the car. I jumped when Jason put his hand on mine. I turned to see him looking concerned, finally registering that I was bleeding. “I’m fine.” I said quietly. “It looks worse than it is. I'll take care of it once we get back to the safe house.” Jason didn’t move, still looking at the cut. I pulled my hand away and started the car. About a half hour later we arrived at the safe house, Jason still in his Arkham Knight gear, still not talking. I stopped the car and got out, walking to the other side to get Jason only to have him outside the passenger door waiting for me. He looked more alert, slowly he started walking toward the safe house. Once inside he started to take off his armor leaving his compression shirt and pants on. I headed to the bathroom and went under the sink to find liquid bandages to glue my head together. I found it in the back of course, once I emerged from under the sink and took a look in the mirror, I met the eyes of a scared Jason. Finally I was able to look at myself. Blood was covering one portion of my face, I then realized why he had looked at me with concern before. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” I reminded him. Jason already had a washcloth in his hand, wet. Carefully, he had me face him, then started to wash the dried blood away. We stayed silent for minutes. At least he was responding again, that's a start. Once all the dried blood was off, he took the liquid bandaid and lightly applied it to my head. I tried not to wince, knowing he was trying to be gentle, which was an odd sensation on its own. Jason was anything BUT gentle. 

“I’m sorry I got yo-”

“Stop.” I said cutting him off. “Just don’t. I agreed to this. I knew the risks.” Jason’s eyes met mine, he retracted his hand and I looked back into the mirror to see my cut. It looked better than before, that's for sure. “Thanks.” I mumbled turning back to Jason who now was a lot closer and trapping me between him and the sink. I shifted back a little surprised.  

“No problem.” He said in a deep octave. My skin felt like it was crawling. Every part of me felt like screaming. I hadn't let anyone get this close to me…ever. His fingers brushed under my chin and made their way up my cheek. It was a weird sensation allowing someone to do that and not wanting to rip their fingers off. 

“Am I over stepping?” He asks shakily. I shake my head. 

“No.” Jason exhales and then turns to leave the bathroom. I swallow dryly. “What now?” I ask. Jason turns back to me in the doorway. He seemed to be fighting with himself, then in two big strides and once motion he took my face into both hands to kiss me. Surprised, I almost forgot to kiss back. But once I did, I felt him relax. 

“I don’t know.” He admits. “ I don’t think I can be normal..not after everything.” 

“That’s OK.” I whispered. “I’ve never been normal.” Jason huffs out a laugh and we stayed silent, smiling at each other while he still had my face in his hands.  

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[arkhamsrevenge]

Find Dolly

Scarecrow and The Arkham Knight need to locate Batman as well as the other members of the Batfamily. Jason remembers someone he met while he was robin who could help. A girl, now women, nicknamed by Jason himself. Dolly.

TW: Blood, scars, violence, 

“Where is she?” Scarecrow asked towering over the trembling store clerk. The clerk’s head was bleeding from where the Scarecrow had struck him when he refused to talk. “I was told she works here. So where is she?” The man pointed to the back. Metal boots clunked against the wooden floors. The Arkham Knight made his way in the back where it was empty.

“Search around.” He boomed to his Militia force. The men started searching through the back room. Through the beautiful flowers arranged for varying guests in the days to come.

“Sir!” One of the men shouted. The Knight turned his head to see what his men had found. An open back door, so she made a run for it. Jason didn’t blame her but the Knight was getting pissed off. He needed her ability and Jason needed her to be safe. Jason knew that he could keep her safer than the Bat or anyone else could right now. 

“Send men to canvas the streets, she couldn’t have gotten far.” His modulated voice boomed. His men filed out into the streets as he felt Scarecrow meet his at his side.

“We’ll find her.” Scarecrow growled as both men followed after the Militia. If they had stayed behind a little long they would have seen a young women about 23 silently climb out of a hidden trap door that was just below were the two villains were standing. Dolly climbed out from her hiding place and sneakily looked into the front of the store to find her boss, who had instructed her to hide there when he saw the Militia coming. 

“Go into the back, under the floorboards. Stay there until they leave and no matter what happens, DO NOT COME OUT.”

Dolly crawled on her hands and knees finally reaching the store clerk who was still huddled in a corner.

“Mr. Ericson,” She whispered. The older man met her scared eyes as she helped pull him up from the ground. “Come on we gotta leave. We need to get you help.” Dolly took off her cardigan and held it to the man’s head.

“You need to run Dolly. They’ll realize you didn’t really head out the door.” Mr. Ericson wheezed. “You need to run child.” Dolly shook her head.

“You should have listened to the old man.” A spine chilling voice entered throughout the front door. Scarecrow.

“DOLLY RUN!” The old man screamed pushing Dolly to the back of the room. She wanted to hesitate but the old man pushed her with such force she didn't argue until she ran right into the arms of the Arkham Knight. “No, NO! LEAVE HER ALONE!” Mr. Ericson screamed reaching for his employee he had been looking after for years. Dolly struggled against the Knight who tighten his grip slightly to keep her in place. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She knew why they had gone after her, it’s why they all do. Dolly turned to see Scarecrow raise a knife to Mr. Ericson. Her once beating heart stopped short.

“STOP!” Dolly was able to turn herself around so her back was to the Arkham Knight, who still had his arms wrapped around her so she couldn’t get far.  “STOP!” She screamed again. Scarecrow sneered at her.

“Then you stop fighting right now and come with us.” Dolly stopped instantly her eyes still on Mr. Ericson who was shaking his head, wanting to keep fighting. Scarecrow’s face twisted into a smile. “You my dear, are very hard to find.” He growled, “I don’t like being toyed with.” Then the knife came down and buried itself into poor Mr. Ericson’s head. The sweet old man’s face twisted in surprises. Dolly screamed bloody murder, she shook and fought ten times harder against the Knight who kept pulling her back but this time it felt like he was trying to comfort her. Every part of her felt like it was on fire, tears blurred her vision but the sight in front of her was still clear. Blood seeped out from Mr. Ericson’s head wound. Scarecrow laughed over her screaming, in sheer rage Dolly was able to break free of the Knights grip, she collapsed next to her friend and sobbed. Scarecrow was still laughing, the laughing only made her blood boil more and more until she took the knife out of Mr. Ericson’s head and plunged it into Scarecrow’s foot, nailing him to the found. His laugh turned to pain, Dolly knew she had to move quickly. With speed she didn't know she possessed, her feet carried her out of the flower shop, which once was her favorite place in the world. Dolly continued to race down the streets of Gotham, not bothering to look behind her. She didn’t know where she was headed, her adrenaline was pumping so fast she barley registered what happened next. Dolly felt her self being thrown to the side. All the air in her lungs were forced out, she tried to regain her breath back. Blood dripped down her face, she touched her head seeing a head wound was created. Dolly rolled on her back and lolled her head, seeing the scene in front of her becoming darker. Someone was running towards her, lights made people look like shadows, dancing all over.

Her head pounded in her skull, she tried opening her eyes, once, twice by the third time she was able to peel her eyes open. Dolly’s vision spun, and the ringing in her ears didn’t help the head ache.

“Come on, Doll Face. I need you to respond to me.” A deep modulated voice commanded.

“Call me that again and I’ll do more than stick a knife in your foot.” She groaned. He laughed. The Knight had stopped Scarecrow from killing her right after one of his men hit her with a car, that was on accident. His men were told by him not to damage Dolly. They needed her ability and her head to be intact. After he carried her back, he started to bandaging and cleaning her cuts and bruises. Jason had to admit he was nervous, being this close to her after what he had been through seemed like a dream. As he cut away her torn clothes that had shredded on the pavement when she was hit, he notices several scars covering her torso, hip bones and arms. Where had they come from? The Knight’s temper flared, he wanted names, he wanted to drag those who had harmed her out from wherever shit hole they crawled back into and end them.

“I stopped them from killing you.” Dolly finally turned her head to see her capture. He was leaning over her, a rag in his gloved hands, carefully padding her cuts and scrapes with it.

“You should be thanking me.” Dolly scoffed.

“Fuck you.” The Knight chuckled.

“You should have left me for dead.” Dolly whispered back. “It would have been better for everyone.” Jason’s broken heart shattered even more.

“Don’t say that.” He growled. Dolly’s eyebrows furrowed. What is with this guy? The Arkham Knight stood up straight. “I’m gonna move you now. Don’t squirm or you’ll rip out your stitches.” Dolly’s eyes seemed to have glazed over, he felt paralyzed under her gaze. Somethings never change. Jason armored arms slid under her legs as he hoisted her up.

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