#also i totally wrote jason's dad being a dick before you said he likes her oops

[beencaughts]

“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”, “I’m glad you were here with me.” Andddd “Can you keep holding my hand please?” 😭😭

“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

One of the consequences Luna hadn’t considered when deciding if she and Prince should go public or not was the few girls that would hate on her for it. He was undeniably attractive. She’d even go as far as to say he was the most attractive man she’d seen in her life. Still, when the words coming out of his beautiful mouth were nothing but short, curt insults and intimidation tactics to everyone he spoke to, Luna didn’t quite understand how the average girl could find him appealing enough to be a bitch to anyone who slept with him after. The main culprit being Stacey, of course. Luna was convinced that she was the reason why anyone else was being unnecessarily rude, but perhaps it was something she tried to tell herself instead of believing girls could be this petty over a guy on their own accord. What was worse was that Luna was in the presence of Stacey more often than she liked because Cass was friends with both of them. She sucked it up for the sake of her best friend, but she was not happy to be having a chinwag with the girl in the corridors. At least it was only ten minutes before her class with Prince and Matt. She wouldn’t have to deal with it long. With a fake smile on her lips, Luna tried to be semi-engaged in the conversation despite their thick accents giving her a headache as she performed the mental gymnastics to keep up. It was even harder when Stacey began to speak, telling a joke that completely went over Luna’s head. “What does that mean?” Luna asked with confusion written across her face. Stacey laughed condescendingly. “I forgot English isn’t your first language. You have to excuse me.” Luna rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I can still understand cunt when I hear it.” The words had come out of Luna’s mouth without any thought. Now that she had time to think about it with everyone gasping and looking at her, she didn’t regret saying it. Luna tried to bite her tongue most times for the sake of Cass, but Stacey didn’t seem to have that same courtesy for her. Luna could just apologize to Cass later. People started to inch closer to them now. Great, more people to hear Luna call Stacey out on her shit. “You know, I don’t understand this vendetta you have against me. Is it because you were so replaceable Cass started hanging out with me more the moment she realized how boring you really are, or is it because I’m shagging the guy that finds you abhorrent no matter how much you throw yourself at him?” Luna wished she cared about the tears in Stacey’s eyes or how embarrassed she must’ve felt with everyone around them knowing Luna had been branded the much better version of her by the people they knew, but she didn’t, and she couldn’t care when she noticed Stacey’s hand coming towards her face. Luna attempted to dodge her, but Stacey’s nail still managed to graze her cheek, scratching Luna’s face. Luna’s fingers ghosted over the scratch, and when she pulled her hand away, her fingertips were covered in blood. “I hope that was worth it,” Luna chuckled, her fist immediately making contact with Stacey’s nose, a cracking sound filling the hallway. Luna thought about leaving it there, but she’d only allowed Stacey to fix her ugly nose, anyway. She needed to learn. Luna kicked her in her knees, sending Stacey to the floor before she took her own knee and drove it into her face. Luna got a kick out of how surprised everyone seemed to be, including the girl on the ground clutching her face. Luna was quiet, but she was a force to be reckoned with. It was about time they realized it. “A próxima vez que te metas conmigo, estarás consiguiendo mucho más que una visita a tu cirujano. Did you understand that?” She spat, not sparing anyone a glance as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to her class. She still had 2 minutes to get there. 

Luna walked through the door as soon as the bell rang. For a moment, she was confused about why everyone looked shocked, confused, or disturbed until she looked down at herself and realized not only was her white shirt covered in blood, but so was the leg she used to kick Stacey in the face. She took her seat next to Prince and in front of Matt. “Jesus, Luna! What happened to you?” Matthew chimed up immediately. She could only laugh. “Not my blood, but if you think I look bad, you should see the red-headed whore.” Luna didn’t leave them time to take in what she was saying as she immediately turned to Prince. “Someone is surely about to come to find me, so I’d appreciate it after I get my head chewed off, I find you in your car waiting for me.” And right on queue, the Dean came marching into the room and looking for her. Waving goodbye to her friends, Luna followed him. She hated having to pretend she was saddened by the whole ordeal — pretending she cared even a little about Stacey’s tormenting, crying that Stacey hit her first — but it was what she had to do. Luna wanted to kick her ass and still attend the school to be the smartest one there. Her suspension was inevitable. After a torturous 30 minutes of it all, Luna couldn’t help the smile on her face when she skipped out of the building and saw Prince standing against his car, waiting for her. At that moment, she could definitively say he was the most attractive man on this planet. Her adrenaline had her eagerly wrapping her arms around his waist and standing on the tip of her toes to kiss him. Luna didn’t bother trying to explain what happened because, at this point, he already knew. Maybe he’d even seen a video of it. Her assumption was basically confirmed when his hand cupped the left side of her face, his thumb lightly brushing over the scratch on her face. She found it cute he was worried about her. “It’s not that deep. It won’t even scar,” the Spaniard assured him. However, the frown forming on her face revealed far more profound issues than if she was going to have a scar on her face. Luna just couldn’t accept the fact that Stacey would risk getting her face bashed in over a guy. Sure, there were other issues like Cass, but it was glaringly obvious Prince was the biggest one. Luna wouldn’t even act like that over any of her exes, and she actually dated them. She didn’t know if she should vocalize her thoughts, but when Prince asked her what was wrong, she sighed before telling him. “I don’t know, Prince. That’s not the behavior of a girl you fucked a couple times, and that’s it. It’s not like we’re dating or anything, so I won’t be upset, but is there something else I should know about? Because it would’ve been nice to know before I had to punch her in the face.” But Luna had become too easy to read around Prince. Her mouth was saying she wouldn’t care, but her awkward chuckle and nervous lip bite told him the complete opposite. “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” Luna was surprised by Prince’s confession, but it made her smile nonetheless. “Well, then, I’m yours for the next 72 hours since I’ve been officially suspended. I say we take full advantage of this gift your whore has given us.” Maybe if Stacey gave Luna more opportunities like this, she’d actually start to like her. 

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

The entire car ride to Iola’s home was silent. Jason tried to make conversation with her, but the responses she would give were short and unenthusiastic, leaving him to halt his attempts to get her to talk. The thoughts of their waitress flirting with her boyfriend the whole night swarmed her mind. Whenever she came to the table, she addressed Jason first. She was always smiling and giggling as she talked to him, attempting small talk a few times before she turned to Iola, whom she was curt with. Maybe it was her insecurity talking, but Iola always worried that she looked too young and naive for Jason, and the waitress tonight had not eased any of those worries. It was a classic “who needs this little girl when you could have a real women” move, and Iola knew she wasn’t making it all up in her head. She was surprised that the waitress didn’t try to slip her number to him on the receipt with how obvious she was being. And perhaps Iola shouldn’t have been taking it out on Jason since he seemed oblivious the whole time, but Iola was always bad at properly working through her emotions before she acted. Iola reached for the door handle without sparing him a glance once they parked in front of her home, but Jason pulled her back before she could get out. The worry in his face as he asked her what was bothering her instantly softened her demeanor. She hated how even when she was meant to be angry at him, he could still get her to lighten up without doing anything at all. “The waitress was flirting with you the whole night! It was like I wasn’t even there,” she pouted. “And you didn’t even notice. You could’ve told her to stop or something. Did you tip her? I hope you didn’t tip her,” Iola rambled, her anger resurfacing at the thought of the waitress not only getting away with flirting with her boyfriend but also getting a tip while doing it. She was brought back to the present, though, when Jason gently grabbed her hand. “You’re overthinking, Iola. I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” And deep down, Iola was willing to admit that he was right. Maybe she was overthinking the whole situation. He couldn’t help it if other girls flirted with him, and she shouldn’t have been taking it out on him when they did, but Iola was a jealous girl. She was possessive. That, coupled with her insecurity about their age difference, didn’t make for a rational, non-overthinking version of herself, but of course, he knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. Leaning in to kiss him softly, Iola pulled away with a smile. “Good because I’m sure you can tell I’m not very good at sharing.”

⊰ v. july 17th ⊱

July 16th, Arianna had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming that she was waking up next to Zayn Malik, and on July 17th, she had to do it again to make sure he was actually asking her to be his girlfriend. Never in a million years did Ari ever think he would pick her. Despite all of their late nights and flirting with the occasional hookup, she was never confident that he would see their relationship moving beyond that. Sometimes she didn’t even think she saw it moving beyond that. Zayn was a player in the house, notorious for it even. He had so many options, and Arianna never thought she was any competition for any of them, especially when the top contenders were Ariana and Harry. And Ari had her own reputation in the house that held up against his. She was practically the female version of her boyfriend. They both slept around, and they were both unfaithful in serious relationships. All of this added into Arianna’s constant state of insecurity. Every day for the past two weeks, she felt herself get angry and jealous when he spoke to anyone that wasn’t her. She tried to trust that he could be faithful, but with his track record and warning that he’d never been able to stay committed, she was losing her mind. Arianna had spent the day in bed watching Grey’s Anatomy to take her mind off of it. It provided a good distraction until she got to the episode where George cheats on his wife with his best friend. So much for a distraction. Slamming her laptop closed, Arianna threw her blankets off of her in favor of searching for her boyfriend. She hadn’t seen him all day, and maybe hanging out with him would ease her worries. Zayn was a sweet talker. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. The house was quiet, which was something of a rarity for them. She searched all of the main areas of the house — the living room, theater, kitchen, pool — with no sign of Zayn anywhere. She was ready to give up on finding him until she remembered the place they’d go to get away from everyone: the roof terrace. Arianna crept up the stairs, fully expecting not to find him here either, but as soon as she opened the door, she found her boyfriend chatting and laughing with Harry. There had to be a reasonable explanation for them to be out there alone. They were in the same band and had to learn how to work together without their personal feelings getting in the way. Maybe that’s what they were talking about. It had to be. Arianna took a step back to quietly make her exit, but in typical Arianna fashion, her foot slipped down to the next step, causing her to lose her balance and fall down the stairs. It hurt like hell, but she hit the bottom of the stairs with all of her bones intact. Although she might’ve preferred that over Zayn and Harry rushing to her aid, giving it away that she’d been eavesdropping. “I’m fine, guys, really,” she attempted to assure them until her boyfriend pointed out that her forehead was bleeding. He helped her off the floor before dragging her to the nearest bathroom with a first-aid kit. Ari felt something like a kid being scolded, and Zayn hadn’t even said a word to her. He just moved around silently, torturing her. She’d actually prefer him scolding her than the silence. Arianna winced as Zayn tended to the wound on her forehead. “You don’t have to do this, okay. This was my karma for eavesdropping. I accept my punishment.” She attempted to get up and leave, but he just pushed her back down. Ari was convinced he was getting a kick out of how embarrassed she was at this point. Her point was proven further when he broke his silence to ask her why she was up there in the first place. He definitely wanted to see her grovel. “I was driving myself mad thinking about you with other people, so I went looking for you because you always know how to make me feel better. Except when I found you, it didn’t help at all. Might’ve even gotten worse,” Ari sheepishly admitted. He dropped the bandage in his hand to cup her face. “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” Arianna smiled softly at him. He was right. She was overthinking. His history definitely prevented her from fully believing him, but it was sufficient enough to make her feel better. Leaning in, she pecked his lips. “When we’re done here, you mind proving that?”

⊰ v. katie and leo ⊱

University was never a thought that crossed Leo’s mind. Despite all of the fairs his school hosted, letters and emails encouraging him to apply to schools and even lectures from his mom, Leo was never compelled to succumb to the pressure. His dad didn’t go to uni, and he turned out fine. In fact, his dad was one of the main reasons he was never interested in going to uni in the first place. Leo was artistically inclined like his parents. Whenever he was meant to be solving equations or taking notes, he would be drawing pictures in the margins of his notebook instead, specifically what he wouldn’t hate to have tattooed on him. Leo’s interest came from the many, many tattoos his father had. He didn’t understand why his dad never took it more seriously, but Leo was more than willing to let him live vicariously through him because it’s what he wanted to do instead of waste time at school. The downside, however, was that all of his friends did go to school and away from London. He’d have loved being roommates with Katie, Eli, and Ava. He did get a taste of what it would’ve been like when he decided to visit them. Leo had arrived at their campus a bit earlier than usual, so he had to meet up with his cousins outside of their class. He got a bit lost on the way, but he found his way eventually. Ava bounced out of the room, engulfing Leo in a big hug before apologizing that she wouldn’t be able to see him again until later that night. Eli rolled his eyes at his sister. “Which professor is it tonight? The married one or the married one with kids?” Ava was visibly annoyed her brother had mentioned that in front of Leo, but she answered the question anyway. “Neither, you twat. It’s a guy in one of my classes.” Eli mumbled something about the guy at least being her age as she walked away. She wasn’t up for much more interrogation about her sex life from her brother in front of their cousin. Leo started laughing. If this was what he was missing by not going to university, he almost wanted to apply for next semester. He was laughing so much his side began to hurt, which only annoyed Eli further. “Laugh all you want. Your dating life doesn’t seem to be going any better.” And that was sort of true. Since graduation, Leo hadn’t focused on going with girls anymore. He had to put in the effort to meet them since he wasn’t surrounded by the same ones every day. It seemed pointless now. Besides, there was a much more important girl in his life. “It doesn’t need to be going better because I have Katie,” Leo reminded him. Now it was Eli’s turn to laugh. “What makes you think Katie is going to want an aspiring tattoo artist over the aspiring lawyer, engineer, doctor, or potential millionaire like that guy she’s talking to right now.” Leo’s head snapped in the direction Eli pointed to, frowning. Leo knew his cousin was trying to start drama, but there was no ignoring the tinge of jealousy he felt watching Katie joke around with someone else. He never questioned his decision to not go to school until right now. Eli knew just what to say to make Leo question everything, and that’s what Leo hated the most about him. He’d only been at their school for an hour, and he was already regretting not applying out of jealousy. The corners of Leo’s lips lifted into a smile once Katie finally looked over and saw him. She seemed to have rushed the end of her conversation in favor of rushing over and engulfing him in a hug. Leo buried his face in the crook of her neck as he lifted her off the ground. They were both smiling, giggling messes. Leo missed his cousins, but it was always Katie he found himself visiting for. She was who he missed the most when he was home. Eli rolled his eyes at the two of them and mumbled something about getting a room before raising his voice to urge them to come on. “Why’re you so grumpy today? I know the perfect solution, but it might require you to not be a virgin anymore,” Leo teased his cousin, setting Katie back down on her feet. He laughed as Katie smacked him on the arm, and Eli stormed off ahead of them. Leo didn’t really care — Eli deserved it. Leo spent the entire walk over to their place, trying to cheer him up, but Eli just kept on reminding Leo about what he said earlier, keeping up his sour mood. Leo and Katie decided to leave Eli alone for the rest of the day and head up to her room. Not that Leo was going to complain about that. He sat down at the edge of her bed as he watched Katie move around the room. Leo found himself thinking about how amazing she was. She didn’t have to do anything special for him to be completely in awe of her. Leo couldn’t imagine not ever having her in his life. “You wouldn’t leave me for some rich prick, would you?” He blurted. Leave him didn’t sound like the right verb to describe their current situation, but they were the best choice of words his brain could come up with. They weren’t together. All Leo and Katie had was a promise. Up until today, that was a promise Leo felt secure about. They weren’t contractually bound to be together after they were done having fun with other people. And if Leo learned anything from Jake and Katie it was that anything could happen to change their relationship. Meeting someone better than him seemed like a possibility. His cheeks went red from how embarrassing he sounded. Leo couldn’t even make eye contact with Katie anymore, but he was forced when she took his face in between her hands.  “You’re overthinking — I’m yours. That’s all I want to be, Leo,” Katie assured him. Leo was still too embarrassed to say anything, so he opted to pull her down onto her bed to kiss her instead. He was hoping he could provide a good enough distraction for them to forget that he ever said anything. Leo wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Eli ever found out he got inside of his head again. 

“I’m glad you were here with me.”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

Luna stirred in her sleep as something pulled her from unconsciousness. Her body naturally cuddled itself into the arms wrapped her from behind, attempting to get back to sleep, but the lips gliding across her neck and shoulders kept her from doing so. Finally opening her eyes, Luna scanned the room in front of her. It’d been six months now, and she still wasn’t used to waking up in a bedroom that wasn’t hers or Prince’s. She missed his rather dark room as she struggled to adjust to the brightness of the room. Her eyes fluttered shut again while soft sighs slipped past her lips as he moved up to her ear, alerting him that she was awake now. He took that as his opportunity to cup her face and lean over her to bring their lips together, but Luna could hardly kiss him from smiling so much. “Prince,” she giggled against his mouth. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” Luna loved waking up like this. It was how she woke up every morning. Either her or Prince would wake up feeling way too in love with the other and kiss each other awake. Though today, they weren’t lucky enough to have the whole morning together. Luna had just turned around in Prince’s arm to properly kiss him when his alarm began to ring. She threw her head back onto her pillow with a groan. He gave her an apologetic look before untangling himself from her, but she was still annoyed. Luna decided she was going to kill Ryan. She loved living in France with Prince, although Luna never thought she’d move for a second time. London was supposed to be it for her. That was where her life was meant to be, but her plans changed thanks to Ryan convincing Prince to move. At first, she was hesitant to leave everything she’d come to know and love, but Luna loved and wanted Prince way more than anything London could give her. That was still true. She could continue to go to school, work on her career, and still have Prince. She was closer to Cass too. Everything seemed to fall in place except her boyfriend’s schedule interrupting them from time to time. She watched as he disappeared into their bathroom with the sound of the shower running following shortly after. She wasn’t far behind, either. Luna padded into the room. Prince hadn’t noticed her presence, which allowed her to revel in the sight that was her boyfriend. He was so unbelievably beautiful. She almost had to pinch herself to believe he was real, but there was a much better option for that on the table. Her clothes joined his on the floor before she joined him in the shower. Luna ignored the burning from ridiculously hot water droplets streaming down her skin and threaded her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down to connect their lips. “You’re definitely going to be late for whatever this morning, but please don’t be late for your party tonight. I don’t like talking to people without you,” She mumbled into the space separating their lips before kissing him once again.

It was just past two in the morning. The chattering of all the people in her home and the music was being muffled by the safe confines of her room. Luna rechecked the time, shaking her head. These types of things didn’t usually have a starting time, but she thought it was fairly obvious anything past midnight was considered late. Maybe he hadn’t heard her because her boobs were out. Luna was annoyed, but she put her on her best smile to join the party. She hardly knew any of the people in their house, if any. She’d only met some of them in passing at other parties since Prince didn’t tend to bring work home. For that reason, Luna hadn’t made it a priority to remember any of them. Perhaps it was the same with her because many of them didn’t have a problem hitting on her as she pushed through the crowd in search of Prince. She found Ryan first, who was forced to the outskirts of the room, but she was still happy to see a familiar face. “Hey,” Luna greeted. “You wouldn’t happen to know if Prince is here, would you?” Ryan pretended to be deep in thought over her question, causing her to laugh. He finally revealed that he’d seen Prince downstairs over by the bar, but Ryan hadn’t let her get away without asking her why her boyfriend was late this morning. “There was more important business that needed to be handled,” she giggled with a wink. Luna couldn’t get down to Prince fast enough. Unlike this morning, Prince found her immediately and called out her name. Their eyes locked from across the room. He was leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand, gazing at her from over his glass as he drank. Many bodies were filtering through their line of vision, but it still felt like they were the only two in the room. She was absolutely enraptured by him. Luna could never get enough of Prince. Her eyes traveled up to the ceiling and returned to his in a second, the corner of her lips lifting into a smirk. This was reminiscent of a time they couldn’t be seen talking to each other, and they could only communicate through smiles and gestures. It was fun to go back to being their younger selves, even if it were only for a moment. Luna slowly ascended up the stairs, looking behind her every once in a while to make sure he was following behind her. “I thought I specifically told you not to be late this morning,” Luna chastised semi-jokingly as they entered their bedroom. Prince doesn’t say anything. Instead, he hums against her skin as he peppered kisses along her neck, positioning his hands on her waist. Luna relaxed into him as she looked out at the city in front of them.  All of this was nice —the big house, the fancy clothes, the nice cars, the fantastic views — but they were all extra, bonuses. Prince was what made her life so much better. He could’ve come here alone. The lifestyle was definitely better suited for a bachelor, but he didn’t, and they were both better off because of it. He seemed happier to be away from London, even if it came with the expense of leaving Matt and Panda. They were living together now. They woke up together, went to sleep together. Luna would follow Prince to ends of the earth if it meant her life would feel this perfect all the time. “I’m glad you were here with me,” He whispered into her neck as if he could read her mind. Luna smiled. “Well, I’m glad you brought me.”

“Can you keep holding my hand, please?”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

It’d been some time since Luna had somewhat reconciled with Prince after her months of being distant. There were attempts at getting back to how things were before she lost Cass and her dad. She stopped finding excuses to leave the room whenever he entered, gave him more hugs and kisses, actually cuddled with him at night. And although Luna was offering herself up physically these days, there was still a deep and sad wretchedness in her heart that didn’t allow her to get there emotionally or mentally. Cass was Luna’s person. Cass was the first, and sometimes the only, sense of home and family she had in London. Losing her was nearly as bad as when Luna lost her mom and losing her dad was a tragedy that spoke for itself. There were so many emotions she still had to sort through, but Luna needed a distraction from it all, so when Panda and Matt invited them out to some fancy party, she was more than happy to accept. Maybe if she pretended to be happy and have her life together, it would start to feel that way when she wasn’t all dressed up, but she was ahead of herself thinking she’d even be able to pretend. The party was beautiful. The room was dressed in purple and green lights, everyone dressed to the 9’s. There were so many disgustingly wealthy people Luna could’ve made connections with for her job, but the only thing she could focus on was Prince’s hand holding onto hers and how much she wished to let go. It seemed like a minor interaction, but for Luna and the irrational thoughts swirling in her mind, they told her otherwise. All she wanted to do was hide from the world, Prince included. “I know I invited you, but I still didn’t expect you to show up,” Matt chuckled as he approached them. Luna put on her best fake smile for their friend. “Why? Thought I’d be too sad to be social?” Matt laughed again, awkwardly this time, before admitting that was exactly why he didn’t expect them to attend. “I hope if I died, you lot wouldn’t think about having fun, but what do I know? I’m the one throwing the damn thing.” She didn’t respond, only shrugging her shoulders to allow Prince and Matt to talk to each other. Matt had a point, though. Should she be out right now? Shouldn’t she be at home properly sorting through her grief instead of a party? Luna lost her best friend and dad within a year of each other, and she was at a party. Both of her parents were dead, and she was at a party. Tears began pooling in her eyes as the guilt and sadness clawed its way through her chest. She started pulling her hand away, catching Prince’s attention. “Can you keep holding my hand, please?” He whispered to her with pleading eyes. Luna was more than aware of Prince being frustrated with her. This was her moment to prove to him that she was actually trying to move past this roadblock in their relationship. Holding his hand was such a simple request, and yet, she couldn’t. “I’m so sorry,” Luna whispered, dropping his hand before she pushed her way through the crowd to go out on the patio. The brick scratching her exposed back, along with the cool breeze, provided her moment of clarity. She was hurting, and no amount of time could pass that would change that. Whenever she thinks about her parents or Cass, she will always want to cry and hide. But Luna did know she had to start learning to live with the pain if there was any hope for herself and her family, and it needed to start by telling her husband how she was feeling. Luna didn’t have too long of a moment alone before he found her. She didn’t want to look at Prince for many reasons, but she forced herself to meet her husband’s eyes, sighing. “I’m trying, Prince, I really am, but emotionally, mentally, and physically, I just feel sad. There isn’t room for much else. I have to ignore it sometimes for our son and for my job, but for everything else, I can’t. I didn’t even have time to sort through things after my dad because I immediately had to turn around and be there for Cass. It’s a lot. I’m going through a lot right now, and I’m begging you to understand that.” Her voice wavered with every word as she attempted to not get emotional. It was scary to be telling him all of this, and she couldn’t even tell if he was receptive to it. Prince hadn’t been a dismissive ass about her feelings in a while, but if their argument a couple weeks ago told her anything, it was that he still could be. Stepping away from the wall, Luna slowly approached Prince, taking his hands into her smaller ones timidly. “You know that I love you, right? I love you so damn much. I couldn’t even begin to imagine my life if I didn’t have you. Even when I try to ignore everything I’ve lost for you, I can’t because then I start thinking about maybe one day I’ll have to learn to live without you too. That’s why I’ve pushed you away. I’ve lost so many people that I love more than anything: my mum, my dad, my best friend. Like, losing them makes me think that I’m meant to lose everyone that means something to me, and when I think like that, it makes me think I’m meant to lose you too. It’s so stupid —I know—to feel that way or to think like that, but I can’t help it. I pushed you away because I convinced myself the more I tried to hold onto you, the more likely I was to lose you, and I can’t lose you again.” She paused, taking another deep breath before continuing. “But Prince, you are my husband. I need you to be my husband. Hold my hand when I can’t hold yours, pick me when I can’t pick you because I will always come back to you, but I can’t do that if you’re not there waiting for me.” Luna expected some push back on the latter half of her rant to him, but she didn’t think she was wrong. Prince didn’t deserve a wife that couldn’t hold his hand, but she also didn’t deserve a husband who couldn’t be more understanding as to why. She wasn’t asking him to meet her in the middle. All Luna wanted was for him to give her the time, space, and support to get through one of the toughest times in her life even when it got tough for him too.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola thought telling Jason she was pregnant was the most challenging thing she had to do. Her fears of him leaving or not wanting a kid really frightened her. Now that he knew, she realized telling him should’ve been the least of her worries. The real concern was telling their families because aside from the fact Jason and Iola had the maturity level of children themselves, they weren’t married either. Marriage was a big deal in Iola’s family, and she wasn’t ready for whatever their response may be. She knew for a fact her brothers and sister wouldn’t let her live this down. Jason’s family, on the other hand, seemed like a more comfortable option. They were halfway across the globe, and if they had an adverse reaction, at least Jason and Iola wouldn’t have to see them until the baby was born. Iola just began her second trimester, so there was no better time to tell them than now. Iola shut her laptop before picking it up and carrying it into their bedroom where Jason was. He greeted her with a kiss as she climbed into bed with him, settling in her spot and turning to him with a smile. She opened her laptop once again with Facetime up and ready to go. He groaned. Jason already attempted to talk her out of telling his family a week ago, saying that they’ll be dicks about it somehow and that they’d definitely get a more positive reaction from her family. Iola postponed the call for his sake, but she was not changing her mind about this. She was the pregnant one, so she was making the rules. Intertwining their fingers together, Iola hushed him with another kiss. “It’ll be fine, babe. We’re having a baby. Who doesn’t like babies?” She ignored him using her words against her to avoid this phone call. Iola attempted to drop his hand, but Jason stopped her. “Can you keep holding my hand, please?” He asked with a pout on his lips, making her want to kiss it away. Iola nodded, giving Jason’s hand a reassuring squeeze, a smile on her face as her finger pressed the ‘call’ button next to his dad’s name. Iola’s nerves increased every ring the phone went unanswered. She had half a mind to end the call herself, but Jason’s dad’s face popped up on her computer screen before she had time to chicken out. Iola’s anxiety paralyzed her. She couldn’t say anything besides a shaky hello. Iola was pretty grateful when Jason took the lead in sharing the big news. Her only real engagement in the conversation was holding up the ultrasound to the camera to confirm Jason’s words. His dad didn’t look angry, which was a good sign. Iola felt herself start to relax; however, his dad began to list all the hard things about having a kid — the lack of sleep, the inability to do whatever they wanted, how expensive it is, and hardly having time for each other. Iola would’ve preferred the anger. Nothing he was saying was wrong, but it was what scared her the most about having a kid (besides the money, of course). Their lives were about to become drastically different, and hearing it out loud only made her feel more anxious. Iola didn’t tune in to the conversation much after that; she only spoke when spoken to. She was relieved when the call finally ended, but the dread in her stomach returned once she remembered they still had to tell Jason’s brother and sister. Their call with his siblings hadn’t gone any better than his dad. Maybe Iola even preferred his reaction because at least he hadn’t brought up her biggest insecurity about the whole situation — that they weren’t married. Iola was shocked to hear both of his siblings harp on about it. It made her wonder why Jason was so opposed to getting married so soon when his family seemed to think the same as she did. All of the anxiety, confusion, and shock made for a very emotional Iola. As soon as Jason ended their last phone call of the day, she burst into tears. Jason attempted to comfort her by pulling her close, but Iola pushed him away. “No! Your family hates me. They think I’m a harlot who’s going to be a bad mom and carrying your bastard child, and it’s all your fault!” She was going to blame her outburst on all the pregnancy hormones. He did warn her about telling his family first, but that didn’t mean their comments hurt any less. Jason took her face in his hands in an attempt to calm her down, giving her the same spiel about how his family was generally horrible and that they only said those things to upset her. Iola nodded and let him bring her face closer to kiss her. Suddenly, she wasn’t all that sad anymore. Iola had to learn how to stop comparing her life to how it ‘should’ be. Things weren’t going according to her plan, but that didn’t mean she was worse off for it. She was lucky to have Jason around. He was so patient with her despite her attitudes and outburst. There was no need to focus on what his family thought about their situation. All she wanted to show Jason how much she appreciated him, which she was also going to blame on the hormones.

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱ a meme that totally doesn’t belong here but you’re getting it anyway

Luna’s transition from Barcelona to London had gone a lot smoother than she expected. She didn’t expect to make one friend, but now she kind of had two, and it was only her third week. Cassandra was like her best friend. They clicked immediately and now every time Luna walked into school, her first instinct was to go find her. Then there was Matthew. She hadn’t had much of a real conversation with him, but she always seemed to bump into him once a day. Usually, he’d use the word ‘fit’, but Cass warned her he did that with all the girls. Luna still appreciated his effort to speak to her even if she wasn’t completely sure what he was talking about. Today, she hadn’t seen much of either of them. Luna was making her way to the cafeteria, mumbling to herself when she heard someone speaking to her. “Why are you talking to yourself?” Cass asked as she joined her. Luna laughed at Cass before explaining she wasn’t talking to herself. There were words in English Luna found very hard to pronounce, so every day she would go through the list of words in her head and repeat them to herself. She didn’t want to sound like an idiot for pronouncing ‘eyes’ as ‘ass’ in front of everyone. They hadn’t made it very far before they ended up running into Matthew too. He’d been talking to some guy she’d never seen before when he decided to join her and Cass on their way.  “I think we’re headed off to the same place, aren’t we? I think you lot should join me today. I’m sure the boys would love to see you, Cass, and meet your gorgeous new mate.” And Matthew was not taking no for an answer. He wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders and tugged them along to the cafeteria. Luna’s cheeks turned light pink once she realized ‘the boys’ included the handsome one she caught staring at her last week. She was hoping he didn’t think she had anything going on with Matthew. “Christmas has come early this year because look at the gifts I’ve brought you, lads.” Matt dropped his arm from around Cass to rest a hand on — who she remembered as — Nick’s shoulder. “Cass knows everyone, but Luna, this is Nick,” Matt announced. “I don’t have much to say about him except that he’s fucking ace.” Luna nodded, not really saying much. They’d met before. She actually found him to be quite obnoxious, so she wasn’t keen on having a conversation with him. Besides, there was someone she was much more interested in meeting at the table, and Matthew then threw an arm around him to introduce him next. Luna had seen him before, but it was always in short, fleeting moments. She was happy to finally put a name to this mystery boy’s face. “Last and certainly least, this is Prince Jameson. Don’t be fooled by his name or his looks because whilst he’s a man of few words, they’re almost never pleasant.” Matthew was right. Although Prince’s face was fixed into what she now knows as his infamous scowl at Matt’s introduction of him, his name did seem fitting for his appearance. His eyes were hazel like hers, yet he wore them so much better than she did. He was sitting, but she could tell that he was taller than her 5’10”. With his high cheekbones and strong jaw, his face seemed perfectly symmetrical besides the scar that rested on the right side of his face just underneath his chiseled jawline. He was perfection. Just like a prince would be. “Prince,” Luna repeated, slowly. Her accent made it much more difficult to say his name compared to the others. “It’s very nice to finally meet you.” The words had come out of her mouth more flirtatious than she wanted. Though, she did want him to know his staring the other day piqued her interest. She wasn’t sure if her attraction to him was apparent to everyone around them, but they didn’t get very far into a conversation before Cass tugged on her arm and pulled her out of whatever trance she was in to introduce her to other people. Luna didn’t want to stop talking to Prince. She wanted to answer all of his questions and ask some of her own, but instead, she allowed herself to be pulled away. Not without waving goodbye to him, though. She chuckled to herself when Matt waved back instead of Prince. Luna spent the rest of the day thinking about him. Cass mentioned that she thinks Prince likes Luna because when Nick introduced Cass to him he hadn’t even looked at her, let alone speak to her. Luna didn’t know what to do with that information. She liked him. She thought he was cute, but what now? Matt and Cass implied that he generally wasn’t likable, so should she even bother with him? Was he even into her? Shouldn’t he be the one to start talking to her? There was also the problem of Luna being too embarrassed to say anything more to him out of fear her English skills would turn him off. She’d spent so much time thinking about him, the rest of the day seemed to fly by. Luna parted ways with Cass and made her way to her locker. As she opened her locker, Luna glanced down the hall and there Prince was again with Matthew was still by his side. Luna looked away quickly to avoid making eye contact and hurried to pack up her things to leave for the day. Shutting her locker close, Luna began making her way to her flat alone, mumbling the new word she added to her list. 

#prxttylittle #this meme challenge: find the ariana grande lyrics #also luna saying mum? shes gone full british #also meme challenge: find where i steal from grey's #i totally wrote that meme of luna punching stacey while i was on a high from reading this mob book and you can tell lmaooo #i hate that july 17th meme like with a passion but i wrote too much of it to delete it #besides that i literally don't know them lmaoooo #also if you don't listen to every kind of way by her reading that france meme then what are you doing #also i totally wrote jason's dad being a dick before you said he likes her oops #our minds writing about france and baby squad in college tho wow #i've looked at these memes so much i don't like them anymore skfhksfh #and idk where british schools keep their lockers so i put them in the halls whatever! #⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱ #⊰ v. no reason ⊱ #⊰ july 17th ⊱ #⊰ v. katie and leo ⊱ #( meme reply. )

[redhoodieone]

Wrong Number Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2! Uh…I don’t really know what to say other than…enjoy it! Hopefully, I can post Part 3 sometime next week.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, Text Message Nudes, and Mutual Masturbation.

I’m in complete shock. I know I’m frozen because I can’t literally take my eyes off the text message Jason sent to me. It’s clear; it’s in black and white, staring right at me.

Do you ever think we’ll meet each other?

He wants to meet me. Jason wants to meet me in person!

I want to text him back, but my mind is full of many ridiculous questions and the fears of Jason being a serial killer, or rapist, or just an insane Arkham escapee blows up in my head.

Before I knew it, I see the three bubbles on my screen.

I’m sorry. That was selfish of me to ask you that even though we’re still practically strangers to each other. Forget I asked, please?

My heart suddenly hurts like fuck. The pain I’m instantly feeling is very familiar. A broken heart?

It’s pure agony when I notice Jason texting me again.

I’m not going to be able to text tonight, sweetheart. I’m working late with my brothers. I’ll text you tomorrow. Have a good night. Sweet dreams.

I can’t believe I did this. How could I do this to a guy who’s been so funny, so sweet, and such a good friend in only just four days through text messages?

I seriously fucked up. And now I have no one to talk to until I fall asleep.

And as strange as it is, I only sleep well after I talk to him.

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And true to his word, Jason texts me at five in the morning, only to let me know he made it home safe after working with his brothers.

We only spoke about our jobs once. He told me he works alongside police officers and tracks down criminals and helps brings justice to the city. He seemed almost hesitant to tell me and turned the conversation to me as if he doesn’t like talking about work. He made it clear that he would rather keep his work private, and I didn’t push him to tell me more. I didn’t want to ask a lot of questions, even if I’m sometimes curious about it, because I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable about it.

I had told him I’m a waitress at the local diner just a block away from GCPD, and how I’m a late-night writer who dreams of publishing my novel on love and loss. And after I confessed about the book I wrote to Jason, I noticed he was very enthusiastic about that and even told me he wants to read it.

And as the shy and insecure person that I am, I became embarrassed and said no.

That only fueled the fire between us. Jason went on to explain he loves to read. His favorite literature consists of Shakespeare (particularly Hamlet), George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm, and even poetry from Edgar Allen Poe.

He even went into depth of how The Tell-Tale Heart mirrors his own reflection of life and stuck with him during a depressing time in his life.

It wasn’t until after we shared our love for literature that I found myself falling for Jason. As ridiculous and insane as that sounds, I couldn’t help but feel as if he’s the missing piece in my life.

It’s as if he’s the words to my story.

Important, but very valuable to a writer.

I was basically on a high that had me grinning like an idiot, giggling like a moron, and jumping in my seat as my stomach twists and turns like a roller coaster, when Jason refused to take no for an answer after I said he couldn’t read my novel. He even said his dad has connections to businesses in Gotham and could even help me get it published.

As much as I would want that, I couldn’t help but feel that it seems too good to be true. What if his dad took my novel and publish it as his own? What if I get cheated out of a contract and didn’t get paid fairly like I should? What if it’s basically a soul-sucking scam to just fuck my entire life up?

Jason must have sensed my hesitation after that, because he then began to tell me about his brothers.

How his older brother Dick still treats him like a kid, even though Jason is taller and stronger than him.

How his younger brother Tim is a computer nerd and often geeks out over the oddest things.

And how his youngest brother Damian is really a demon spawn, who tries to be tough shit, but is really a soft teddy bear.

He even has a sassy but wise butler, Alfred, who frightens him and sometimes reminds him of Vito Corleone from The Godfather. But the older man loves Jason as much as his dad, Bruce.

The stories about Jason’s family are the best. I always find myself excited to see what he texts me about his family.

How he and his brothers fight over their dad’s car, how they wrestle and spar to see who’s the strongest one, and how whenever one’s in trouble, the other three are already finding ways to save or bail the troubled one out.

It all makes me feel good to know they’re a close family. Especially when my cold, harsh reality reminds me I don’t have a family.

My parents died when I was just fifteen years old. I was in the school library alone during afterhours; reading on a beanbag chair because I didn’t want to go home. At that particular time, my parents were hanging around a different crowd. A crowd that was into drugs and gambling, and possibly other illegal activities I don’t even know about.

So, I chose to stay in the school library that night, sitting in my favorite beanbag chair the librarian allows me to use, reading a favorite horror book, munching away on a hot pocket (a snack also from the librarian), and just enjoy the silence but comfortable environment I would call home.

Then I was told they died in a car accident, but after eavesdropping on Commissioner Gordon and the other cops, I heard there could have been a hit on them.

The car accident happened only a block away from our apartment.

The brakes were cut.

The car was burning too much oil.

The airbags were taken out.

Many noticeable factors couldn’t pinpoint the real crime. Eventually, they just called it a “car accident”, and everything fishy about the case was ignored and never brought up again.

I suffered and struggled a lot in foster homes until I turned 18. I didn’t have any other family members to get into contact with, so I had to make do with the foster care system. After being shipped to three unstable and cruel homes, the last family only dealt with me until I turned 18 and I was soon kicked out. I did get lucky enough to get a job at the diner I’m working at since the new manager needed a pretty young girl to serve the customers.

I even went to Gotham Community College for a year but dropped out when I couldn’t pass any math and science classes.

It was fucking hard.

Science was confusing as hell.

Math was just evil and useless.

I hated those classes so much.

I only passed my English classes because reading and writing only made sense to me.

I even took a creative writing class and poetry class only to discover I want to write.

I want to be a writer.

So, I dropped out of college and decided to work full time at the diner as a waitress. Since no one wants to live and work in Gotham, I’m lucky enough to work morning and night without any issues. As dangerous and scary Gotham can be, I have nowhere else to go, so that’s why I stay here.

Maybe that’s why I’m eager to meet Jason. After everything I’ve been through, maybe I do need a little unpredictability.

Chances.

Risks.

The more I consider meeting Jason, the more I can imagine him being my family.

Or being a part of his.

Maybe.

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“You’re not going to meet him, right???” Stacey raises her voice at me in sheer annoyance and panic. She crosses her arms and glares at me to answer her. “Right, Y/N???”

I sigh as softly as I can while wiping down the booths and tables for the night. In the midst of a battle, I find myself growling with irritation when I can’t wipe away the sticky maple syrup spills on the hard surface.

“He could be a fat, old man who picks up on teenage girls! He’s probably some 40-year-old loser who still lives on his mom’s basement playing Street Fighter with kids! What if he tricks you into meeting up in a hotel room and has his way with you? Then what, Y/N?! Does that sound like a good idea to you?!” Stacey snaps.

I exhale deeply and stand up straight; after leaning over the table to reach the opposite side for some time. Turning around, I face Stacey Patterson, a tall, petite, pretty blonde, fresh face girl straight out of high school. She’s a waitress like me, and after only working here for a year, we’ve become close friends; always looking after each other in dangerous Gotham City.

“I didn’t say I was going to meet him, Stacey. We’re just talking about it,” I answer timidly.

Despite being five years older than Stacey, she still intimidates the hell out of me. Whether it’s her 5’11 height, loud voice, or natural evil glare, I can never speak up or defend myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t take a stand.

Because what if I actually piss her off? What if she stops being my friend?

Because I don’t think I could live in Gotham and not have any friends and not know anyone.

Stacey is like my best friend, and her friends Amber and Holly hang out in our group. Stacey even says they’re my friends, too, even though I clearly know they only put up with me because of her.

And if Amber and Holly aren’t my friends, then I’ll just have Stacey. And if I don’t have Stacey, I’ll only have Jason.

And who knows if Jason is who he says he is, and if he’s even real.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N! You’re totally thinking about Jason! You’re thinking about meeting up with him because I could see it in your eyes!” Stacey declares. She waves her arms around to emphasize her point. “You like this guy! You have feelings for a guy you’ve never even met!”

“That is not true,” I argue weakly.

“Yes, it is! And we don’t even know if it’s a guy!”

“Jason is a guy, and I can tell!”

“Oh, really? How? Do tell.”

I stare at Stacey with a serious expression, except my cheeks are burning with embarrassment as usual. “He...comes off like a guy. I know he is. I can tell through his text messages,” I say.

“Anybody can sound like anyone through text messages. That’s how people catfish victims online!” Stacey argues.

“I’m a writer, Stacey. I just...have a feeling, okay? I know Jason says who he is, and I believe him,” I say strongly, as I push a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m doing this the smart way, too. When he and I decide when we should meet up, I’ll let you know. Maybe we can make it a group thing. I bring a friend. He brings a friend.”

Stacey sighs in defeat when she realizes I’m not backing down. She glances up at me with a stern face. “Fine. When you two decide when you’re both going to meet up, I’ll be there. I’ll be there to make sure he’s not on America’s Most Wanted, and to make sure he doesn’t try to lure you to his mom’s basement. BUT...you have to go on a date. A REAL date with a guy we both know, AND who could be good for you,” she states loudly and clearly.

“But Stacey-”

“Hey! Only until this Jason guy comes to Gotham and we meet him! Until then, I want you to give this guy a chance. A fair chance! For me...please???” Stacey pleads. She pouts and gives me her puppy dog eyes, which she knows I always give in to.

I’m too nice. Mom always said I was too nice, and that one day it’ll get me in trouble.

I’m still wondering when that’ll happen.

“Okay, I’ll give this guy a chance. I swear I will,” I promise and salute her. “But who’s the guy?”

Stacey grins in success and hugs me tightly. “Good! Because you’re like my sister, Y/N, and I just want to see you happy. You deserve it,” she says softly. “And it’s Chace. Remember him? He’s the drummer from, WakeHell. He moved in right next door to me, and I know you two will hit it off right!”

Chace????

Oh yeah. I know him.

He’s a total bad boy. A bad boy I don’t even think I could deal with.

I force a smile but then frown, because the only guy in my life who makes me happy is Jason.

Who I only text.

Who I haven’t even met.

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The next day is a lazy day since it’s my day off. I spent the majority of it sleeping, doing laundry, and just doing minor cleaning around my apartment until it’s 9:00 P.M.

And Cruel Intentions is on TV.

Lying on the couch with my second glass of Vodka Cranberry, I find myself really buzzed and horny. Ryan Phillippe back then was hot, and him making out with Reese Witherspoon is doing things to me.

My phone bings. It’s Jason.

What are you up to tonight, sweetheart?

Just a night in, a cup of glasses of vodka and cranberry, and Cruel Intentions is on TV.

I barely realize I’m buzzed and texting Jason. But my horny side doesn’t care.

I sorry I’m buzzed right now lol.

LOL no worries. I just came back from the bar with my brothers. We had a successful night and decided to get some drinks. We even had Tim and Damian use fake I.D’s.

I laugh and snort. Thank God no one heard me do that.

That’s good...we wouldn’t want Tim and Damian to be left out. They’re your baby brothers, Jay.

Jay? I really like it when you call me that. And I especially like you buzzed. LOL.

I like me buzzed too! I think I’m way more fun and free!

LOL!!! Exactly, princess!

I smile down at my phone. I love it when he calls me princess.

You said you’re watching Cruel Intentions? I just found it on TV. Wow...this movie’s old LOL.

Shut up!!! I find young Ryan Phillppe sexy in this movie!

You seriously find him sexy??? The guy’s a whiny brat! A pussy! Fuck, this movie woulda been sexier if we actually saw the douchebag eat out Cecile and saw him fuck Annette AND Kathryn!

I gasp out loud and giggle.

Then it would have been a porno! Not a movie! Hahaha!!!!

That’s fine with me, princess!

I softly whimper at just the thought of Jason watching porn. Closing my eyes, I imagine how he would sound, touch himself, and look when he’s pleasuring himself.

My eyes shoot open when I hear Sebastian telling Cecile he wants to kiss her…down there. I quickly turn my attention to the TV and watch the movie. Even though he takes advantage of a clueless, drunk girl in the movie, just the thought of him eating her out makes me clench my thighs.

It’s been too long. WAY TOO LONG!

The last guy I was seeing didn’t like to eat me out; claimed it was disgusting and unnecessary to do before sex.

As if sucking his dick was glamorous AND fun!

My thoughts are interrupted when Jason texts me.

You’re quiet tonight…does this scene turn you on???

The laughing emojis he texts me should hurt my feelings since I can easily be embarrassed over sexual things but…he’s right.

I’m turned on with just the thought of getting eaten out.

I boldly text Jack back. Unashamed and VERY buzzed.

You have no idea. Just imagining him eating me out, writing the alphabet with his tongue, and making me have an explosion is making me wet my panties right now.

I laugh to myself just seeing that Jason read my text message and is responding fast. The texting bubbles have never looked so good.

You’re…you’re wet right now????

Yes. Soooo fucking wet.

A surge of drunken confidence hits me, and I quickly shove off my pajama shorts until they’re on the floor. In just my white tank top and pink panties, I bravely slip my fingers into my damp panties and rub the wetness against my sensitive clit.

And with my other hand, I raise my cell phone and snap a picture of fingers in my wet panties.

And I send the picture to Jason.

I bite my lip in anticipation when I see he read my text message and saw my picture. The texting bubbles do not appear on the screen. He’s not texting me back.

Frowning, I wonder if I freaked Jason out. Maybe I crossed the line. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. Maybe I’m just not sexy.

Suddenly, my phone beeps. Unlocking my cell phone screen, I see two text messages AND a picture.

Oh, fuck sweetheart…that’s fucking sexy. You’re fucking sexy…

Jason sends me a picture of him wearing his boxer briefs, and his hand holding his hard, thick cock, showing me the outline and shape of his boner.

Delicious. I can feel my pussy clench just from imagining Jason fucking me with his cock.

Fuck doll...you’re doing this to me.

I whimper pathetically and can’t help but continue to rub my clit and respond back. I can see my juices staining my panties.

Are you touching yourself too?

Fuck yeah. Just seeing your fingers playing with your wet, pretty pussy got me hard. I’m jacking off to your picture.

Would you want me like I want you?

Fuck yes, sweetheart. I probably want you more than you want me.

I slip a finger inside my pussy and moan. My thumb runs fast hard circles on my clit, and I’m soon pushing in two fingers. I’m fucking myself crazy, but I imagine Jason is finger fucking me because my fingers wouldn’t get me off so fast.

And his fingers are thick. His hands are fucking huge!

I bite my bottom lip. “Fuck...I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I whisper to myself. I snap another picture of my fingers shoved in my pussy, and how I’ve gotten wetter. I send him the picture with the truth.

I need to cum so bad. I wish it was you touching me.

Yeah? What would you want me to do to you, doll?

Fuck that picture’s so hot.

I’d want you to finger me. Eat me out. Fuck me hard.

Jason sends me another picture of him stroking his cock but with his hand in his underwear. I can see a wet spot where his tip is; stained with his precum. I want a taste of it so badly.

Fuck I would baby. Your pussy looks so good enough to eat. I’d fucking eat you out until you can’t cum anymore. I bet you taste delicious.

Oh fuck…I’m so close. I want your cock so bad, Jay. You’re gonna make me cum…

Rub your clit harder baby. Fuck your pussy fast and hard with your fingers. Imagine they’re my fingers, baby. I’d fuck you so hard and deep. 

I want to see your cum, okay? Take a picture of that pretty pussy and show me what I did to you.

I do what Jason says. Behind his words, I can feel his authority. Even though I can’t hear Jason’s voice, just reading his words makes me burst like fireworks. My thumb rubs my clit harder, and I crook my fingers just right until I push against my g-spot until I cum. My orgasm is intense, and I force myself to snap a picture of my soaked underwear and fingers. I sent it to him with a lazy smile.

My phone beeps. Jason sent me a picture of his thick, juicy, cum covering his abdominal muscles. I smile a little with pride. 

Fuck that was hot, sweetheart. I needed that. 

Me too. Now, I’m sleepy. 

LOL, I’m tired too. Get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.  

Okay…goodnight Jay.  

I roll over onto my side and shut off the TV. Pulling my UGG throw blanket over my body, I snuggle up to fall asleep. My phone beeps again. Opening one eye, I reach over to read the text message. 

Goodnight doll. Sweet dreams.  

#dc comics #batman #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x y/n smut #jason todd smut

[riseofnightwing]

Blue Bird has a Broken Wing

Summary: Dick answer a call from bruce Wayne, his dad, who called needing his help in Gotham. It was  Justice League thing,normally not that easy, after all, they called Nightwing. But when he comes home, y/n who was waiting anxiously for his back, notices he’s not fine, dick is hurt and needs her. Will they assume their relationship who had Always existed but kept in secret in Exchange for being together in this rough time?

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: mention of smut, blood, fluff.

Notes: I wrote this imagine with  @boyy-wonder-grayson. She never let me stop, or think that i’m not capable. She writes amazing imagines, you should check it out on her tumblr.

- [2 p.m, TitansTower]  

The team was having lunch. Today Dick decided he would cook his “special food” that he used to do in Sundays, maybe Bruce Wayne not only taught fighting lesson but also cooking ones. You and Dick stared at each other during lunch, looks that would usually go unnoticed by some of titans. The truth is,the both of you had this “love at first sight” thing since the beginning, but for  many reasons you hid it. Maybe it was the fact that you both had been raised together, -you were 17 when you met and he was just turning 21-  or maybe it was the fact that the more people knowing about you two, the more chances it gave your enemies a chance to attack you,  because you’re each other’s weakness.  Dick wouldn’t bare seeing you hurt, just like you’d do everything to protect him. You two have spent many nights together; many secret  kisses were shared in the rooftops of Gotham, in batmobile, in Titans tower, in each other’s bedroom’s. He was your first, your one and only. 

Bruce could notice how much Dick would complain about sending you in  dangerous missions. Dawn and Hank had also noticed the times Dick would prepare coffee for you. They realized how careful and caring Dick was with you.  “Maybe it’s a bat family thing” they thought, but it definitely wasn’t. You were talking about Bruce, while  having lunch, the conversation was interrupted when  Dick’s cell phone rang; he immediately looked at Y/N. “Bruce” the screen showed. 

Dick left the table so he could talk with a little more privacy, after all Bruce’s calls were never to see how were you doing, it was more a “i need your help right now” type of call.

“Hey, Bruce, what’s up?” Dick said when he got to the balcony.

“Hey son, it’s a Justice League thing. We need your help, don’t bring Y/N or Jason, or any of the Titans. Only Nightwing is needed.” Bruce said in his particular dark tone. Dick understood  that he needed to talk to you about this mission in private. He knew that if it were you in this situation, he would like to know.

After lunch, once everyone went on their way, Dick looked at you nodding his head towards the bedrooms, he muttered a “need to talk to you”.  You went first, throwing the excuse that you needed to clean up your suit. A little later, Dick followed saying that he needed to train.

[3:40 p.m, Titans Tower, Dick’s bedroom]

“Hey love, what’s up? Was it Bruce in the phone?” You asked him and kissed himt, enjoying this little time alone.

“Yeah,  it was him. I needed to talk to you now because the League need me to go on a mission. Apparently it’s the Riddler again. According to Bruce’s words he's wreaking havoc in Gotham..” Dick took a deep breath “He asked me to go alone, I can’t take you or any of us, unfortunately” He looked down.

“Go D, they really need you. But please, be careful. It kills me to think about you getting hurt. Riddler is crazy. He can be pretty dangerous.” You told him with fear because you knew he needed to go, he could never ignore a call from Bruce. 

Dick gives you a hug and you can feel him breathing next to your hair. He loved the smell of your shampoo.

“Nightwing will be back in one piece baby.” He touched your forehead with his and kissed you, deeply. You couldn’t say you were okay with this, but you would pray for him to come back home safe. 

“I love you.” Dick said 

“I love you, D, come back to me fast. I’ll wait for you awake”, you answered looking into his eyes, those bright  brown eyes, they shined for you,and only you. 

. You were interrupted when Jason opened the door. To say the boy was crushing on you was an understatement.  Ever since Bruce adopted him, he had acted as your shadow practically. following you around and complimenting you after every mission. Teenage love you and Dick would say.  Sadly for jason you couldn't return the feelings. you'd been in love with Dick since day one, since you two were kids and you felt like that could never change.

You two had already separated from the hug. Dick hands were on his jeans pockets while you crossed them. Jason was confused as to why you were here. 

“What are you both doing here? We are all in the living room”  he inquired.

You wait for Dick to answer but he couldn't think of anything to say, so you answered instead.

“I was telling Dick that Bruce send him some files, about the mission he’s supposed to go to”, you answered because nothing more convincing came into your mind.

“Yeah, bro, i will be leaving for Gotham in 20 minutes.” Dick said with a half smile.

“Good luck in your mission Dickie”.  You left the bedroom and head into the living room.

When all of you were there, Dick appeared with his suitcase, jacket and phone.

You had left him a message:

“Call me when you get there, D, i’ll be waiting for you. Kick Riddler’s ass. Love ya, Blue Bird” 

He smiled to the screen and winked at you. Everyone wished Dick a good mission.You could only wait now, that and participate in the game that Hank had just started. But then you felt someone holding your arm.

“Hey Y/N, since Dick’s not here, do you want to train with me ?” Jason asked you

“Hey Jay, i’m having cramps today, i just want to ret maybe later, but thank you for the invitation” ,you said and left to your room.

[6 p.m, TitansTower]

Your phone rang and your screen lit up with the photo you took of Dick and yourself a few years ago. He was calling you.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to take this ” you said to the titans who were still playing in living room and head for the balcony. Hank and Dawn look to each other suspiciously. 

“Hey, love, how’s it going?” You asked Dick .

“I just arrived in Gotham, baby, i’m heading to the Wayne manor right now, we still have to discuss the plan before jumping into action. Everything is okay, the city is dark as ever but don't worry. I’ll be calling you when we’re done with him.” 

Dick said. You say goodbye to each other and you wait. Now the only thing you could do is wait

[11 p.m, Titans Tower]

When the game ended, you all stayed in the living room. Today San Francisco was quiet, so the titans didn’t have to go out. After all, even heroes needed to rest, right? 

Rachel was laying in the couch while Gar and Connor played their Xbox game. You and the old titans were sitting in the table and having some beers. But your head wasn’t here in the tower, it was in Gotham City, with Dick. He hadn’t call after your first talk earlier and you hoped everything was fine.

“Earth to Y/N , hello” Donna plays with you, and you all laughed.

“I’m sorry, Donn, I got lost in my thoughts, what were we talking about?” You asked, ashamed to be honest because you didn’t have idea about what they were talking. Hank was about to talk when you were interrupted by the main door opening and revealing a bloodied Nightwing, you got up hurriedly, instantly following to his side . All eyes were on Dick now. after all, he didn’t looked  good.

“Dick, are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, i’m good” He told you with a  half smile, walking towards  the room. You knew he wasn’t okay, he was quiet and his hands were on his stomach.

“You’re sure, bro?” Hank asked

“Totally, I’ll be in my bedroom, i’ll be back here in a minute.” 

Dick said and left, right to his room. You knew he was lying, but maybe he was just tired. You would give him some space. He would come back in a minute, just like he said. At least that’s what you thought, thirty minutes and still nothing about Dick . Your face couldn’t lie even though you tried. Jason stopped the conversation to ask you:

“Why the long face, Y/N?”

“Dick hasn’t come back yet.” You answered. 

“Why are you worrying so much? It’s not like he never got hurt before.” Jason complained with a huff, he couldn’t hide how jealous he was about Dick. He Always seemed to have your attention and to him? Only hugs of brotherhood.

“Fuck off, Jason, you know nothing.” You stormed out of the living room going right into Dick’s bedroom. 

“Baby?” You asked , but the answer never came, so you looked to the floor to see drops of blood. “What the hell?” you ask yourself. You entered the bathroom and there was Dick, seating in the floor leaning on the wall. His hands were covered in blood because he was stopping the bloodstream that was coming from his stomach. He wasn’t awake anymore, It made you panic. “Baby, wake up” you shake his face. No answer

“HANK! HANK, IT’S DICK, PLEASE HELP ME” you yelled, you were crying now, Dick wasn’t fine, it wasn’t a simple bruise, it was deeper.

Hank appeared in the bath in like 5 seconds.

“Fuck. This dumbass loves a dramatic entrance, doesn’t he?” he said annoyed.

“Help me to take him to infirmary, Hank, please, fast.” you begged.

Donna came in after hearing all the commotion “What’s happening? Dick told us he was fine” She asked, and all the titans were in the door. Gar helped Hank and told him that it’s okay, they will take him to the infirmary room.

When you got there, they laid Dick in the hospital bed and administered morphine in his veins. He should be going through a lot of pain.

Kory entered the room- “What’s going on with him?” She was out with some tamaranean friend, you everyone thought they had something. Who knows. 

“He was in Gotham, in a mission and he came back like this, we’re giving pain medication and antibiotics, Y/N already cleaned the cut and sutured it. Hank said.

Dick was sleeping now, medicated, he should be awake in a few hours, but you wouldn’t leave him.

“I’ll be staying here with him.” you said firmly.

“You should sleep, we have a mission tomorrow, Y/N” Jason said.

“I’m sure the people of san Francisco will be fine with just us Jason, don’t be such a pain in the ass” Donna said and winked at you. Donna has always known, deep in her heart, about you two, but choose not to tell anythig.  They left and you sat in the chair close to the bed and waited, you just couldn’t leave his side.

“Look at us, we are such good actors because i don’t understand how can i hide from everyone that you’re mine, that you’ve been mine since ever and that i love you. I just don’t know how we spent all this time sleeping apart.”

 He caressed the skin of your legs and kissed your neck from behind while you two were laid down in your bed in the Wayne Manor. You and him were in Gotham to help Bruce. He had escaped his room to be with you. And now you were there, naked, covered by a tiny blanket, talking about this”

“I don’t wanna put you in danger, D, but at the same time i want to hold your hand and kiss you without hiding.” 

You remembered. Then you feel him touching your hand. He was finally awake.

“Hey baby, it looks like i’m not that good, i’m sorry” Dick said with a weak voice.

“D, i was so worried. Why didn’t you tell us you were really hurt? You almost killed me, there was a lot a blood and i thought..” you cried.

He interrupted you by taking your face into  his hands and kissed you deeply, he was fine and with you, this is all that mattered now.

“Sleep here with me, please.” He asked you, you thought about your secret relationship, and how no one knew, but seeing Dick so weak and bruised you just thought “screw it” it was time for them to know.

Days passed by and Dick was much better, the first days were hard because  the wound was big, but he is the strongest person you know. You were by his side at all times, Jason didn't like it one bit,he was jealous 100% of the time but he would understand why you took care of Dick. You’ve done it many times in the past. You and Dick had decided to tell them during lunch.

“Guys, I need to talk to you .” You said, looking at each one of them. You were sitting on  Dick’s side  and he grabbed your hand. Jason’s face turned dark. He didn't like where this was going.

“Dick and I are together.” You take a deep breath “It was hard to keep it a secret but we needed, for many reasons, but what happened to him these days made me realize that i almost lost him, and i just couldn’t keep you guys in the dark” you said, “i guess you noticed how crazy i got when i saw him in the bathroom covered in blood” you added.

“I knew it, I always knew it, since Y/N came in Wayne Manor i noticed Dick had  changed, for good. But you guys never really said it out loud so i ignored, but the day you were wounded, Dick, she was panicking, keep her, bro, she loves you” Donna said smiling at both of you.

“Jaybird, I’m sorry, bro, we didn’t force it, it just happen” Dick smiled talking to Jason.

“If you love each other i’m good with this, really. I wish you all the happiness in the world. But you’re still the prettiest one, Y/N” Jason said and laugh

“Hey, careful” Dick says and you all laugh. You were happy because after all, the day ended up in a good way.

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[rhub4rb]

Home is Where the Heart is

AO3

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The mid-November air was biting, and Marinette pulled her jacket tighter around herself, suppressing a shutter. When she woke up that morning, she hardly let herself focus on the cold weather, instead leaving the apartment as soon as she was ready. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, she just knew she was looking. When she came back to the cold and abandoned apartment the night before, she had hardly slept a wink. She was so worried that the vigilantes would come and find her. Find her and...

Lost in thought, Marinette kept her head down, not looking at where she was going. She was brought back to reality however as she walked straight into someone's chest, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"I'm so sorry Mis- Marinette?" Marinette looked up to be met with the surprised and excited eyes of the cute boy she had met only the day before, Jon.

"Jon!" She took his offered hand and rose, dusting herself off once she was up on her feet.

"We really shouldn't meet like this," He said jokingly, and Marinette felt the tension she had felt in her shoulders since the night before, slowly ease. "Looking for another art store?"

"A person, actually, but close enough," Marinette said. "I've been looking for him since I arrived in Gotham but..." She shrugged, smiling, though it looked more like a grimace. "I'm not exactly a detective."

Jon raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"Someone I might know?"

Probably not, Marinette thought. The chances of it were low, but wouldn't it have been wonderful if he did?

"Maybe. You wouldn't happen to know where one Alfred Pennyworth might live, would you?"

Jon's eyes widened, and Marinette almost took a step back as she realized that yes, Jon did know Alfred Pennyworth.

"He works for my friend Damian!" Jon said with a growing smile, before his eyes furrowed in confusion. "But why do you need to find him?"

Internal panic settled into Marinette as she realized she didn't exactly have a proper explanation for it. Maybe a partial truth could cover for it though.

"My grandfather!" Marinette quickly said. "He um, he was close with Alfred but um, he passed away. He asked me to find Alfred and tell him in person before he died. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, so..."

Jon nodded in understanding.

"I can show you where they live if you want...?" Jon asked hesitantly.

"That would be amazing!" Marinette was just about to accept the offer when she felt Tikki kick her, from the pocket inside of her jacket. Marinette was going to ignore at first, but then Tikki kicked her again, trying to remind Marinette of what she had told Jon the day before. When it finally hit her, or when Tikki finally kicked her hard enough, Marinette rushed out her next sentence, hardly believing herself as the words tumbled out of her mouth. "But I do believe I promised to go out for coffee if we met again?"

Jon's eyes lit up, and Marinette felt a calm warmth spread in her chest at the sight. Though she would have a serious talk with Tikki once she got the chance.

"Yeah! Uh, I know a place nearby that we can go to," Jon said with a blinding smile, offering his arm to her.

Marinette, almost hesitantly, took it and fell into step beside him. Maybe that serious conversation with Tikki could wait a bit. Besides, Marinette had gotten one step closer to finding Alfred. Now all she had to do was get the address from Jon.

Maybe allowing herself small pleasures every once in a while wouldn't be too bad.

-

Jon really hadn't expected to meet Marinette again so soon, or that she would be looking for Alfred of all people.

Jon had just been heading home from the Waynes when Marinette had walked into him. He had been thinking about the mystery girl that the bat family had been running into for the last two nights. The only ones to have actually seen her had been Dick, Tim, and Jason, and the descriptions of the girl that they had given were sparse.

He was glad to have run into Marinette again though. Maybe it was fate! If only he could be that lucky, he thought, looking at the girl across the table from him. She was drawing, trying to design something for him apparently.

She would stick her tongue out at times in concentration, or scrunch up her nose in thought, in the most adorable way. Marinette didn't say much about her past though. When she talked about her parents, she kept it vague. He wasn't even sure if she still lived with her parents!

"New haircut?" Jon asked, pointing at her hair.

Marinette looked up, before smiling sheepishly, her eyes disappearing a bit behind her cheeks.

"Yeah, it uh, it was only supposed to be a trim but..." She reached up and touched the short locks, combing her fingers through what Jon could only imagine was hair silky smooth. "A bob cut works too, right?"

The ribbons she had in her hair previously to tie it up in pigtails, were now used to tie it up in a half-do. The hair that had previously gone past her shoulders now settled a little past her jaw.

"Are you from Gotham?" Marinette asked suddenly, her nose still pointed down to her sketchbook, though she did momentarily look up.

"Ah, no, but my best friend is! You know, Damian. He can be a bit prickly at times. I was actually on my way to meet him when I ran into you yesterday! I was twenty minutes late, but I like to think it was worth it," Jon said with a fond smile.

Marinette looked up, color dusting her cheeks, before she snapped her head down again, making Jon feel a swell of pride.

"I-I hope you didn't get into too much trouble," Marinette said softly. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble just because you were helping me."

"Nah, nothing too bad," Jon said, waving his hand in dismissal. "And like I said, totally worth it."

Marinette beamed at him.

"My friends know me for always being late," Marinette said, her eyes becoming distant with a somber fondness. "I would always be late for class. I have a tendency to sleep in a lot."

She didn't look at him when she spoke, instead looking out the window before looking back on the page she had been drawing on. She refused to tell him what it was she was designing, telling him it would have to be a surprise.

"At this point, it would be unusual if I showed up on time. My teacher doesn't really mind too much, luckily," Marinette chuckled, but it sounded bittersweet to Jon's ears.

-

Marinette ended up having to find Alfred's place on her own. Jon would have walked her there, but his dad called, apparently needing him back home. So, Jon wrote down instructions on how to get there as safe as possible, something Marinette greatly appreciated after having seen some of the worst parts of Gotham.

The city could be pretty, Marinette gave it that. With it's shining lights and skyscrapers, it was a beautiful sight at night. But it couldn't compare to Paris, in Marinette's eyes. Gotham was more gritty and rough, while Paris was softer around its edges. Compared to Paris, Gotham would be thorns to Paris's rose.

That was how Marinette saw it anyways.

"Do you think Alfred will mind me just showing up at the door like this?" Marinette asked Tikki in concern. She knew some people would find it impolite, but she also didn't really have any other option, and she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so she could focus on rebuilding the rest of the order.

"As soon as you tell him you were sent by Master Fu, he'll understand," Tikki said in reassurance. "He will know that you are here on behalf of the order. The fact that it isn't Master Fu himself should tell Alfred that this is urgent, and if not, you'll just have to explain that it is."

Marinette let out a shaky breath as she thought about everything that could go wrong.

After talking with Jon and getting the name of the family Alfred worked for, Marinette had gone to the local library to look up more about them, and what she found intimidated her.

Wayne Enterprises was a conglomerate company run by Bruce Wayne, who also ran the Wayne Foundation. It was big and successful, that much was obvious, and apparently has a long history and origins. Marinette wondered where in all of this Alfred fit in as a butler, when he had been hired by the family.

Master Fu hadn't said much about what Alfred did, only that he used to be holder of the peacock miraculous.

What if Alfred told them about the miraculous? What if he refused to join the order because he needed to focus on the Waynes? What if the Waynes found out and tried to get the miraculous for themselves?

Panic rose with every passing thought, and Marinette had to stop for a moment and take a breath.

Things would be fine, she was Marinette, she had defeated the likes of Lila and Hawkmoth, one former Miraculous holder should be nothing!

When her eyes landed on Wayne manor however, Marinette choked on her breath.

The place was huge!

Where the Agreste mansion had been sleek and modern, the Wayne manor was victorian in style. Old looking and intimidating, with its dark exterior. The urge to just turn around and contact Alfred another way was tempting, but the want to leave Gotham and find a proper place to stay overpowered that. She was starting to get tired of sleeping in that abandoned apartment.

The crunching of gravel under her feet felt loud in her own ears, and with every passing step it was becoming harder and harder for Marinette to breathe. The doors seemed so far away, the aura of the area felt cold and wrong. She walked up the steps, the pounding of her heart becoming louder and louder, until finally, it became white noise as she stood at the doors, hand raised. Marinette sucked in a breath.

And she knocked.

-

It was a calm day at the manor, all things considered.

Alfred knew that everyone was operating on high stress after the mystery girl from the night before had gotten away. Understandably so, it wasn't good if they didn't fully know a threat, but they also weren't sure if the girl was even a threat to begin with.

Alfred had been on edge for a little while too. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a shift around two weeks ago. Like something fundamentally changed in the world and that it would never go back again.

He placed a hand on his chest where the broach used to be.

Alfred hadn't heard from Fu or the order in so long. He didn't know how Duusu was doing, he didn't know whether Fu was still alive.

It worried him how silent Fu had been the last couple of years. Alfred wasn't part of the order, but he was close to the Guardian, and Fu liked to keep him in the loop on what had been going on. But now, it felt as if four years had gone by without a word from his friend.

Alfred could only hope that nothing happened to the miraculous or the Guardian. The destruction that could happen upon the world was unimaginable.

Maybe Alfred would try and contact Fu later, if he got the chance. Alfred also needed to make sure master Tim went to bed at some point, he noted to himself, thinking of when he last saw the young CEO. As far as Alfred was aware, the young master had yet to leave the Batcave and head to bed since the night before.

He looked at the time. Four in the afternoon.

Alfred set aside what he had been doing, intent on giving master Tim a stern talking to about proper sleep schedules again, when there was a knock at the front door.

Peculiar. Alfred was unaware of any visits today. Did Jon forget something after his visit with Damian?

All sorts of possibilities flew through Alfred's mind as he made his way to the front door, yet none of the possibilities seemed to prepare him for the sight he got once he opened.

"Alfred Pennyworth?" A girl hesitantly asked, taking a small step forward.

She was short, no taller than 4'11" Alfred guessed. Her hair was short and done up in a half-do, she wore a black and red letterman jacket. She fidgeted with her hands, her eyes darting around before finally settling on him.

"I'm here on behalf of Master Fu."

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[huilian]

with her sweetened breath

AO3 Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne

Summary: With the threat of an airborne drug, the Batfamily has to fight against the clock to contain it.Or, I found a plot hole in a previous fic and decided to write 5k of words to remedy that, but instead created much, much more plot holes.

A/N: In Flameo, Batman! I wrote about how Oracle can only narrow possible locations to 5, which means that the kidnappers are actually good, but then I didn't deliver on the fight scene. So I decided to write this, and ends up with 5k of the batfam actually being detectives. This is written almost in a S.W.A.T. like style, because my dad is obsessed with that show and so I watch it too.title from Hozier, Angel of Small Death and the Codein Scene. I thought it's fitting, since this fic is about drugs. (This is Chapter 1, btw.)

“Hey, Red, is it important? I’m kind of in the middle of a stakeout.” As he says that, Dick sees movement from inside the house. He really cannot keep talking to Tim, not if he wants to get as much information from this stakeout as possible. But Tim rarely calls in the middle of patrol, so Dick is assuming that this is important.

“Oh. Not really. I just want to give you a heads-up about B’s kidnapping a few weeks ago. Turns out there’s more to it than just the kidnapping.”

Dick curses under his breath. He knows that that rescue attempt was too easy for an organization that managed to fool Oracle. “Okay. Do you need me there? I can wrap this up in a few minutes if you need me.”

“Nah, I think between Hood, BB, Batgirl, me, Robin, and Batman, we pretty much got it covered. Just keeping you in the loop.” 

“Alright, Red.” If Tim says they can handle it, then they can handle it.  Besides, Dick has his own cases to work through. “Thanks for the info. Call if you need help?”

“You’re welcome, N. And sure, I’ll call if we need help.” 

“Nightwing! Get your ass here now!” 

“Hood? Is something wrong?” It’s been a few days after Tim calls about Bruce’s kidnapping, but since there were no other calls about that, Dick assumes that they are handling it.

“Oracle’ll brief you on the way, she’s currently tied up in something else. Just get your ass here now,” Jason practically shouts to the comm. 

“Is this about the kidnapping case?” Dick asks, just to be sure. 

“Just get your ass here, Dickwing! We need you here yesterday!”

“Shit, is it that serious?” Dick grabs the keys to his bike from the table. It’s lucky that he’s staying in today, working on connecting leads to the murder case on Young Street. If he’s out on patrol, it would take much longer to get to the bike.

“Oracle’ll give you the full briefing in a couple minutes. I’m also currently in the middle of something…” 

Two explosions, one after the other, come in from Jason’s end. It was loud enough to be heard over the comms.  

“Hood, are those gunshots?”

“Like I said, I’m currently in the middle of something. Just go to Gotham, we’ll meet you at the Cave.”

“Be careful, Hood.” 

“Yeah, yeah, see you there, ‘Wing.” 

“Yeah.” Tim shrugs. “Their original plan was to distract us, GCPD, and basically the entire city with Bruce Wayne’s kidnapping. We found broadcasting equipment in the warehouse B was held in. But we rescued B fast enough that they couldn’t really use his kidnapping as a distraction, so now they have to find a new distraction.”

“And their new distraction is to blow up the bridge? Haven’t we been through this before?” Dick remembers another case that he works with Tim that involves blowing up the bridge. He is not looking forward to repeating that. 

Tim grimaces. “You have to admit, blowing up the bridge is a pretty big distraction.” 

It is a big distraction. Not that Dick is going to admit that now. “How do we know this again? And how did we miss that they are part of a larger group?” Dick turns to Babs, who hasn’t stopped typing into the Batcomputer since he got here. 

“Since I am very rarely wrong, I found it suspicious that I found five hits to the possible location of B’s kidnapping, considering how easy you took them out.” That was Dick’s thought too, but he didn’t actually stick around long enough in Gotham after they ‘rescued’ Bruce that he got to say that to anyone. He could blame his abundance of cases in Blud, but he really should have said something. Thank god Babs also finds that odd. “I sent Steph to investigate the four ‘not-it’ warehouses. She found traces of this drug there. It’s a more potent version of fentanyl, almost up there with carfentanil. It has a similar composition to the bloodwork from an OD case a few months ago.”

“We thought it was just a guy experimenting with fentanyl and accidentally OD-ed himself, so we didn’t dig too much into it then,” Tim explains. 

“I’m guessing that is not the case here.”

“No.” Tim sighs. “That guy was actually part of the group that kidnapped Bruce. He either stole some for himself and misjudged the dosage, or he was the guinea pig for this drug. We have no time to investigate his death now, not with this new drug threatening to spill on the streets tonight.”

“Tonight? What are they planning?” Dick came to Gotham prepared for any situation, so this information that he is going to have to act sooner rather than later comes as a confirmation rather than information, really. He’s been preparing himself for it as soon as Jason called him. But still, it would have been nice to have been called for something that’s not as immediate as tonight once in a while. 

“They’re going to release this drug to the air. They have an airbender, which makes it so much easier for them,” Babs says. Airbender plus airborne drugs equals very bad news, especially with drugs as potent as carfentanil. It can cause hundreds of OD cases throughout the entire city. Is Gotham not already crazy enough for these people? “We think that they want to get the entire city hooked on this drug, then sell it to them at a very high price.” 

“Damn. Tonight, you say? Is there why it’s only the three of us here?” 

“Yeah. B’s with Cass and Damian coordinating with the GCPD on containment and evacuation.” Tim points to three dots, designated Batman, Robin, and Black Bat, on the GCPD building up on the map. 

“Smart. Cass and Damian may be the only ones capable of containing this kind of scenario.” 

“Steph and Jason are out on the docks, trying to scare some of the goons to giving up their boss’ location.” Tim points to another two dots. These two are actually moving pretty fast. Dick assumes that the two of them are chasing some goons. 

“Wait,” Dick frowns, “we still don’t know their location?” That can’t be good. 

“We figured out the locations of some of the caches they put to be released to the air, but we can’t guarantee that that’s all of them. And, considering the sizes of the warehouses that were used to store the drugs and the caches we’ve found, there’s still a significant amount of drugs missing. Those must be with the boss,” Babs says. 

“Which is why I’m here with Babs, trying to track them down. Also, it seemed that this drug is flammable, so I thought it’s prudent to stay out of the field.” 

Tim actually has remarkably good control over his fire and he can fight just fine without his bending, all of them could, but Dick currently does not have time to debate that. He files it in his mental note for a later date. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” 

Babs and Tim look at each other. “A third pair of eyes won’t hurt,” Tim says.

“Don’t you think it’s better for him to be out on the streets? Hood and Batgirl haven't checked in yet, they might be in trouble.” 

Right as Babs finished that sentence, the Cave’s speaker turns on. “Hood to the Cave, Hood to the Cave.” 

“Speak of the devil,” Babs says. 

 Dick presses the mike button on the cave, then says, “Come in, Hood.” 

“Oh, good, you’re here, ‘Wing. O, Red, we got several locations, but they’re all contradicting each other. I don’t know how useful this is going to be.” 

“Any additional data is going to be useful, Hood. Where is it?” Babs opens a new window on the Batcomputer, ready to type in and analyze everything Jason is going to say.  

“One said that he’s on Crime Alley, 31st Street. Another one said he’s camping near Arkham, just a few blocks from it. One said he’s on the grounds of Gotham U.” 

“Fuck him very much for that, by the way. Who tries to release drugs on university grounds? Haven’t college students suffered enough?” 

“Focus, Batgirl.” 

“Right. Some of them said he’s on Robinsville, but some also said he’s on the Bowery, King’s Street. For all it’s worth, all of them seemed very sure about their answers, and they’re all also confused about why their fellow henchmen are giving out different answers.” 

“How sure are they?” Tim asks. 

“Sure enough that the firebenders are willing to get iced,” Jason says grimly.

“Damn.” 

“Yep.”

“How come this guy is in five places at once?” Babs frowns at the screen. “Maybe these are just decoys?” 

“No, I don’t think so, Babs. For a firebender to be willing to get iced, they must be super sure of themselves. Even I don’t want to get iced.” Tim shivers. Dick knows for a fact that Steph has once iced Tim, so Tim is speaking from memory at that one. Dick has been iced before too, but the experience is totally different for a firebender, what with their source of power being the fire inside and all. “Oh, that reminds me. Hood, please tell me you didn’t actually ice them.” 

“Nah, Replacement.” Tim sighs in relief. “Blondie here did.” 

“What!” Tim exclaims. 

“Shut up, Hood! I can and will ice you too!” 

“Try it, Blondie. I’m a waterbender too, remember?” 

“Children, focus,” Babs says. “Let’s assume that this guy is in five places at once. How is he doing that? Meta powers? Spirit world connection? If he has a spirit world connection this case might just turn out to be worse than it already is.” 

“Wait,” Dick says, tracing the five places Babs has highlighted on the map. “What if he’s not in five places at once?”

“Are we not acting on the assumption that the henchmen are giving accurate information?” Babs looks at him. 

“It can be accurate without him being in five places at once, Babs. What if he’s just moving between these places so fast that when they check in to see where he is, they all get different answers?” 

“Huh. That is certainly more plausible. But the speed in which he must have moved suggests that…” 

“He’s an airbender. Only airbenders can move that fast. It tracks, though. We already know they have an airbender to release the drug. That airbender is just the boss.”

“If he’s the airbender, he can make sure that he inhaled none of the drugs himself. Oh!” Babs claps her hands. “That’s genius, Former Boy Wonder!” 

“Hey, I’m a former boy wonder too!” Jason cries out. 

“Same here!”

“I literally had the longest run as Robin, after N here,” Tim adds.  

Babs sighs. “You guys really are children, aren’t you? Someone not me please tell Batman about this. I’m going to run an analysis on airbenders outside the League who’s in Gotham right now. There shouldn’t be too many of them.” 

“Speaking of the League,” Dick turns to Tim, “are we sure it’s not them?” 

“I don’t think so, ‘Wing. This is not their MO.” 

“Yeah. Besides, neither Talia nor Ra’s have any interest in these kinds of drugs. I don’t think it’s them.” 

If both Tim and Jason, their current resident expert on the League, say that it’s not the League, then Dick is inclined to believe them. They have spent a considerable amount of time with the League to not pick up on their tendencies. “Okay. Let’s rule out the League for now. Any hits yet, Babs?”

“No. There are still quite a few airbenders around, even discounting the League, you know?” 

Dick nods. Even though most of the airbenders are present in the League, there are still several groups outside of the League who have their own airbenders. Not to mention the occasional airbenders who’re not affiliated with any of the groups but still managed to master their craft. 

Then, the Cave is bathed in red light, with alarms sounding from all the speakers in the Cave. 

Dick curses. “What’s that, Red?” 

“It’s Bruce’s alarm. Whoever he is, he’s making his move now.” 

“Alright, Hood, Batgirl, head over to B’s location now. I’m also moving out right now. Red, you coming?” 

“No, I’ll look into containment options other than airbending from here. I’m not risking a city wide fire.” 

Dick nods. He really needs to have that conversation with Tim about why he doesn’t want to go out to the field today, but that unfortunately has to wait. “Oracle, keep us posted. B’s in GCPD headquarters, yes?” 

“That’s what his last location is. His tracker is down.” 

“What about Robin’s? Or Black Bat’s?” Dick asks. 

“They’re still at GCPD.” 

“Okay. I’m heading to GCPD now. Hood, Batgirl?” 

“Already on our way, ‘Wing!” Steph says. 

“Good.” Dick mounts his bike and zooms out of the Cave door that either Tim or Babs must have opened for him. He tries to hail Bruce on the way to GCPD. “Nightwing to Batman, Nightwing to Batman, come in.” 

Silence. 

Dick tries again. “Nightwing to Batman, Nightwing to Batman, come in!” 

The same as before, silence. The fact that both Batman’s tracker and his comm are down is very concerning, especially at nights like this, when Bruce knows he has to communicate with the entire family. 

“Shit. Oracle, Batman’s not answering. When did his tracker go down?” 

“His tracker went down right before he pinged the Cave,” Babs says. “Try hailing Robin. I’ll hail Black Bat. Maybe they know where Batman went.” 

“‘Kay, O. Nightwing to Robin, Nightwing to Robin.” 

Static. At least it’s not silence, which meant that Robin still has his comms, he just can’t reach it to answer. That’s marginally better. Still not reassuring, though. 

“Oracle, I’m getting static from Robin’s com.” 

“I’m getting the same thing from Black Bat’s com. Maybe they are in the middle of containing the drugs? That would make them unable to answer the coms.” 

Dick wills his bike to go even faster, even as he’s already riding at breakneck speed. “Maybe, O. Let’s hope it’s not something worse.”

#dc #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #barbara gordon #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #fic #lian writes

[loxare]

Harm

Chapter 4 -  Alice in High Definition and an Aside

Sniping was a waiting game. And while he waited, he was texting a contractor. Normally, meeting with contractors was a face to face thing, but in Bludhaven, a reclusive property owner could get anything he wanted, for the right price. Of course, he had also hired overseers, people to ensure the contractor didn't do a mediocre job and pocket the profits.

His target, one Johnny Grey, wasn't a drug lord or murderer or any of his usual targets. No, he was just an animal smuggler. He smuggled cats and dogs across the border, surgically implanted with certain chemicals that, when combined, formed compounds explosive enough to take out a major shopping center.

Fortunately, Grey was incredibly suspicious of his underlings, something Red Hood had been working on for a few months. As such, no one but Grey knew the names of the buyers, or who was stuffing small animals full of volatile chemicals. The entire organization literally relied on Grey to continue breathing. Unfortunately, he was about to disappoint a whole lot of people.

But first he had to show up. There was an exchange tonight, Grey paying off a harbormaster to maybe not look too closely at the animals the next ship was bringing in, and Red Hood had gotten here a whole hour early.

He checked his watch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes to kill and the contractor hadn't texted him back yet, so he had nothing to do. Without his permission, his mind started wandering back to his confrontation with Nightwing.

Pulling out his rifle, he started prepping it. “Who does he think he is?” The action opened with a click and he took a look down the barrel to make sure nothing was in it. “Family? Yeah right.” The magazine went in and the action closed with another series of clicks. “Why can't they all just leave me alone?” He laid down on the rooftop, lining up his sights. Red Hood sighed. He was going after a stuffed animal smuggler. Dangerous stuffed animals, but still. Not much choice though; all of the worst crooks were either fled or dead. Pretty soon, he would have no job.

By the time Grey and his posse showed up, he was very much ready to shoot some people. And he did. “Screw you Grayson.” Headshot. “I hope you get scurvy.” Knee, then headshot. “Get scurvy and all your perfect little teeth can fall out.” Knee, knee, elbow, shoulder, lung. “Fucking Nightwing.”

“Momma says that's a bad word and if I say it, she'll wash out my mouth.”

Immediately, Jason's rifle pointed straight up into the air. He rolled into a sitting position, staring at the little girl behind him. “And she's absolutely right. Swearing is a bad habit. Use big words, so whoever you're mad at feels like an idiot.”

She was about six, and wearing bunny pajamas. “Really? That works?”

“Yup.” Jason walked away from the edge of the roof and started putting his rifle away. She turned so she could keep facing him and, thankfully, not facing the horror show on the docks. “Plus stuff like malodorous dunce is just fun to say. What's your name?” He pulled off his helmet and started stashing his rifle.

“Alice. And Tammy said you ask if we need help, but I don't. I just wanted to say hi.” She rocked back on her heels and smiled at him, the tiny kid's purse at her side smacking into her thigh.

Jason smiled. Magazine out and away, eject round from chamber. “Hi Alice. Come on, let's get you home, before the angry men down there call for help.”

Alice nodded, holding her arms out in the universal sign for “carry me”. So Jason swung her up onto his shoulders, making sure the rifle slung across his back wasn't poking her, and handed her his helmet to carry.

She lived in an apartment building across the street, one he had considered for sniping on top of, but decided the pigeon wire would get in the way. And also really hurt. He couldn't really swing to her fire escape, not without risking dropping her, so he started climbing down his fire escape. “So Alice, how are you doing in school?”

“Not great. They keep talking about boring stuff like shapes and numbers and I just want to play outside.” She was using his head to balance his helmet on, and she kept turning it. “The thoranist said that I might have attention defo... defin...” She huffed in frustration.

“The therapist said you might have attention deficit disorder?” Jason guessed.

“No, there was another word in there.”

Ah. “Hyperactivity. It might be easier if you just call it ADHD.”

She gave out another frustrated huff. “Why couldn't he just call it that then? That's a lot easier to remember. And hey, what's that thing you said earlier mean?”

“Malodorous dunce? It means stinky dumdum. If you want, I can write it down for you.” They'd reached the bottom of the fire escape, Jason grabbing both of her ankles with one hand so he could climb the ladder. She grabbed his hair so she could hold on better.

Once they were at the bottom and starting across the street, she released his hair and went back to playing with his helmet. “Yes please. I wanna call the therapin that next time I have to go see him. I think he's right because a lot of stuff he said ADHD people have is stuff I have, but he's also a stinky dumdum and I don't like him.”

Jason laughed. “Yeah, people who are right all the time are like that.” Pulling out his grapple, he used it to grab the ladder to her fire escape and bring it down. “Hold on again Alice.”

She did, and they scaled the ladder. “Yeah. And! He said I need pills to focus in class, but then I saw Mom and Dad looking at the bills and being sad. So I don't think we can afford it.” There was a squeaking noise coming from somewhere.

Jason hummed, thinking. “Maybe... ask your Mom or Dad if they'll quiz you when you get home from school. But while they do, play a game. Catch or something. That might help it stick better.” He'd try and see what he could do about their money troubles. Jason had a thing about drugs, understandably, but something like Ritalin could help Alice focus in school, so he'd help out. After he made sure she did have ADHD and it wasn't just some crack shrink who diagnosed every kid because they had energy.

Alice laughed, swinging her legs as much as she was able with him holding her ankles. “That's a good idea Red! Thanks! Oh, and this is my window! Um. I decorated your helmet.”

Confused, Jason set her on the fire escape in front of him and yup. It was decorated alright. There was an empty sticker sheet in her hand, probably one she had kept in her purse. The stickers, a variety of star, butterfly, car, dinosaur and heart ones, were all over his helmet, as well as some drawings of dogs and cats in sharpie. Also, a drawing of Jason's helmet. On his helmet.

“I love it!” Jason said honestly. “But I don't want it to get damaged when I'm working.”

Alice nodded solemnly. “Yeah. This is art and Daddy says that art should be protected.”

“Protected but seen.” Jason added, and she nodded again. “I'll put a picture of it on the website. Sounds good?”

“Yes! Goodnight Red!” He wrote malodorous dunce on the back of her sticker sheet, as well as a few other insults. Then, she climbed in through her window and bounced into her bed. Jason smiled, put on his newly decorated helmet and grappled away.

On the RedKids website, the user Red added another photo to his profile page, for a grand total of two. The first one, uploaded a month ago, was of a cast, covered in names and drawings in a rainbow of permanent marker ink, leaving almost none of the original white visible. The comments on it were of kids claiming them as their own. The second, and newest, was of a shelf, and on the shelf was a interestingly decorated Red Hood  helmet.

When he realized he was chewing on the inside of his cheek, Dick stopped, firmly pressing his teeth together. It was a really bad habit, one that could lead to him biting the inside of his mouth really badly, especially if he was in a fight, but it's one he had never been able to shake. Luckily, it only came up if he was particularly conflicted.

Because Jason was a murderer. And that wasn't ever something he could excuse. But was Dick any better? He had let Tarantula shoot Blockbuster. Then again, not stopping someone from shooting someone else was a lot different than the murder and torture and general bloodbath that Jason was causing in Bludhaven. Wasn't it?

No, it was. And besides, comparing their situations wasn't fair or right. Dick had been emotionally devastated for weeks, months, after the incident. Dick had seen Jason, looked into his eyes, and Jason didn't regret a thing. The kid he had seen as a little brother had died and come back a sociopath.

Maybe Jason was right about one thing though. Dick hadn't seen him as a brother, not when he'd been alive. It had only been regret and melancholy that had him remembering it differently. And guilt. Which was the entire reason he was trying so hard with Tim. Not just because Tim was a great kid, but also because if something happened, he didn't want the survivor to be left with no good memories. Which was a morbid way of thinking, but kind of necessary in his line of work.

Jason had threatened Tim. Tim was safe for now (as safe as one could be on a deep space mission with his team) but as soon as he got back, he'd have to be told that Jason was dangerous. Because he didn't know. Because he'd told Dick that Jason was alive and then blasted off in a rocket with the Teen Titans. Because he had been so excited to meet Jason he would have skipped the mission if it wasn't galaxy-saving.

And Dick was chewing his cheek again.

“Again.” Bruce said in that tone he used when he doesn't want to demand but he's also not asking.

Dick's lip curled into a snarl. He was getting tired of this. “We go over it every time I visit Bruce. Do we have to do it again?” Bruce just leveled a flat stare at him. “Fine! Jason looked older. About the age he would be if he had never died. Massive. Almost as tall as you, with muscles to match.” More muscles than Dick anyways. But Dick tried to keep on the lean side so he could continue his acrobatics. “His gear was as good as it could be without access to our resources. The grapple gun was definitely a few generations down, so he probably built it himself from memory. Didn't see his eyes, he had a domino under his helmet. And he'd dyed some of his hair green and blue and pink.” An odd choice, not one the Jason he'd know would ever make.

Bruce took all that in, changing his report by a word or two. “Anything else?”

“What does it matter?” Dick stood abruptly, his chair crashing to the ground behind him. “Jason is dead, and a serial killer came back in his place! We should just go and take him down before he hurts anyone else!”

Standing slower than Dick had, Bruce saved and minimized the file he had on Jason, revealing the rather large graph in the window behind it. For all they two of them had been working around the clock to figure out a way to arrest him without him spilling their identities, it was a pitifully small file. And while neither of them had ever though their identities would come under threat from someone in the family, they also hadn't thought someone in the family would become what Jason has become. “It matters Dick. You should know more than anyone, the more information you have on someone, the more power you hold over them.”

Dick flinched. Either that was a reminder of his lessons of when he was a Robin, or it was a reminder of what had happened when Blockbuster found out who Nightwing was. “And the more time we sit down here, the more people die. He killed six people in the past two days Bruce. And tomorrow, it could be a dozen, or a hundred, and you would be down here twiddling your thumbs and trying to get information that doesn't exist!” Better to leave now then to let them continue pushing each other's buttons. Better to leave now than after one of them punched the other. With a sharp wave, Dick stalked over to his motorcycle and roared out of the Cave.

Bruce watched Dick leave sadly. He wished things were different. He wanted to be able to have a conversation with his son without one of them stomping off mad or coming to blows. But they had made up before and they would again.

He sat down again and looked at the graph on the screen. Either Dick didn't see it or he chose to ignore it. It was a murders in Bludhaven versus time graph, and if a criminal psychologist saw it they would swoon.

The first few months of data had been gone over so many time that Bruce could probably draw it free hand from memory. It's while Jason is in hospital that things get interesting. A week of nothing, then the murders spike. Overlaid with a violent crime graph and a drug related crime graph, and it's easy to see that the crooks of Bludhaven are running wild. The numbers rival the ones from the first month, the ones Bruce suspected were Jason's alone. But where Jason had tapered off, become much less violent in the months following handing out his cell phone number, the criminals of Bludhaven kept the numbers high.

The night Dick had gone to Bludhaven there was one murder that was confirmed to be Jason's. After that there was chaos. Murder went up drastically, violent and drug related crimes plummeted. Reports naming Red Hood as the shooter skyrocketed, more than there ever had before. But within two weeks, Jason settled down and went back to his pre-hospital numbers. A jump every week or so when he took out a gang, but he didn't kill every member.

Bruce sat with his elbows on the console, fingers laced under his nose, staring at the data. Specifically, the spike. Was Red Hood making up for time lost, killing the criminals who had rampaged in his absence? Or was it because Dick had come to Bludhaven? How stable was Jason? Most non-specific methods of resurrection messed with the mind. Magic either left the resurrected a zombie, slave to the whims of the resurrector, or neglected to revive the soul, leaving the resurrected a fraction of a person.

And he couldn't really think of another way for Jason to have been revived, not without triggering the sensors on his coffin. The only reason they didn't go off was because Jason came back to life inside his coffin and dug his way out. Any sort of tech would have had to have been inside the coffin, either added later (not possible without tripping the alarm) or in the coffin before he was buried. The Lazarus Pit was a possibility, but again, one would need to get Jason out of the coffin to expose him to one. And all other methods of resurrection were specific to the person. Kryptonian birthing matrix, Spectre, escaping Tartarus, caught in an eternal cycle of birth and rebirth, et cetera.

With a huff that was as close as he got to a sigh, Bruce quickly checked the incoming reports from Bludhaven. One murder and sixteen assaults, five of which were critical, were attributed to Red Hood. The crime rate in Bludhaven had once again plummeted to where it had been before Superman decided to take matters into his own hands.

Dick was right in some things. This could never be excused. But Bruce would also never give up on the idea that he could someday bring Jason home. Under twenty-four hour watch and severe restrictions on his activities until he could be trusted again, but home.

For now though, Bruce pulled on his cowl and headed for the car. There was crime in Gotham that had to be stopped, and while Batman would never stoop to Jason's methods, he would also never give up on Gotham either.

AN: Hooray! Some of Dick and Bruce’s thoughts on the matter! 

No news besides that. Read and enjoy! Loxie out~!

#Jason Todd #Red Hood #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Loxie's fics

[ellana-ravenwood]

“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary : Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years... 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now , and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-...Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down...In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so...hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

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About four hours later :

-I’m sorry (Y/N) I can't get the file back...

-...What ? Of course you can little genius !

-I really can’t though...I have no idea what you did but there is no trace on this computer, or on your google drive or anything, absolutely not one little trace, of your novel. It’s like it simply disappeared...

-No, shut up Tim. I don’t wanna hear it. 

-I’m so sorry (Y/N), I really tried...I guess I...Disappointed you then uh ? 

You look at your brother for a few seconds, and the way he’s avoiding your gaze makes you feel bad. You couldn’t be mad at him, especially when he tried to help you for hours. 

-Of course not Tim, if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine...I’m the one that erased everything. 

-And you don’t have any back-up ?

-...No. Nada. I know, I’m a complete idiot. 

-Yeah maybe a bit. 

You glare at him, but you know he’s right. With a sigh, you look at your computer sadly and caress lightly the keyboard. 

-Gone Tim, it’s all gone...Three years of work...poof, gone forever because I’m a clumsy stupid ass...

Your brother open his arms, and you almost jump into them. A good hug, that’s what you needed.

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You decided that eating an entire tub of ice cream was also totally what you needed. You were mourning your novel in the kitchen when Alfred entered with Dick. Brooding was not something you inherited from your father, and you could see a surprised expression being slowly painted on their face as they realized you were.

-What is it little sis ? 

-Yes lady (Y/N), I haven’t seen you eat an entire tub of ice cream while sulking since Firefly got cancelled. 

-Oh God Alfred, don’t re-open old wounds on top of the new ones ! 

Your brother and butler couldn’t hold the slight smile growing on their lips at your dramatic way of saying those few words. As you shove a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth, you say : 

-I ‘ost ‘ll my ‘ovel.

-...What ? 

You swallow, and, sighting over dramatically, you say : 

-I lost my novel. 

-Which novel lady (Y/N) ? You leave books all around the house, it’s probably not lost, just...misplaced. 

-No, not one of my book, my book !

-Are you drunk ? 

-No Dick, I’m not drunk. The novel I was working on, it’s gone. I deleted it by accident from my computer, and there’s nothing I can do to retrieve it...

-Did you ask Tim ?

-Who do you think I am ? Of course I asked Tim ! He’s the first one I called...

-And you didn’t back it up ?

-No Dick, I didn’t back it up...

-That’s kind of stupid. 

-Yes -you say between clenched teeth- I know. 

-Sincere condolences then. 

You glare at your brother, and throw a spoon full of ice cream at his face, hitting him right on the eye. 

-Hey ! 

-That’s for rubbing it in ! 

And on that note, you leave the kitchen. With the tub of ice cream. 

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You knew you were being kind of a bitch about the all thing, and you knew that there was worst things in the world...but you were just so bummed out about it. You worked so hard on that novel. You spent hours and hours, during your very few free time (between school and your night patrol, you rarely had time to yourself). It wasn’t helping that you were almost done with it either...You were sitting in one huge comfy armchair in the library, still sulking, when Damian came in. 

-Hello sister. 

You don’t answer, and that ticks his curiosity. It’s not like you to be impolite. On the contrary, you annoyed him enough with it that it surprised him greatly that you didn’t respond to him.

-Is there something wrong ? 

-YesIlostmynovel.

You mumble. Fast. And of course, he doesn’t understand. What he does understand though, is that you’re not feeling well, and he doesn’t want to make you repeat what you said because the last things he wishes for is to upset you more. 

-Well that’s...dreadful !

-Right ?! Seems like you’re the only one who gets it little brother. 

-I’m often the only one who gets you...I’m blaming the blood we share. 

-Well the blood we share doesn’t help us understanding dad so...

-Oh yeah...right...Bummer though, about what’s happening to you. 

-Thank you Damian, you’re really cute. 

You know he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about, but it’s true that he’s really cute. He’s trying so hard to be helpful and nice...It’s a nice change of pace. You guys used to not get along at all (here’s the fic about it if you wanna know more : “true blood son...and daughter”), but things evolved between you, and every time he was trying to be a good brother your heart melted. 

So even though he had absolutely no idea why you were upset, he still wanted to be there for you. Awkwardly, he took one of your hand and kissed the back of it. You smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug that made him scream bloody murder ! 

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It was night when Jason came home, and found you in the living room, sitting in a corner, in the dark. He didn’t need to think much about it to know that you weren’t alright. 

-Hey little sis’, what’s wrong ? Do I have to kick a guy’s ass for you ? 

He turns the lights on and you can’t help but smile. He comes to sit next to you, and wrap an arm around your shoulder. 

-No, it’s not that. 

-Of course it’s not, you don’t need me to kick guys’ asses. 

You chuckle lightly, but it’s such a small noise compared to your usual extravagant laugh. 

-Ok, what’s wrong ? 

-I accidentally deleted years of writing work from my computer. Yes I asked Tim to take a look, he couldn’t do anything. So it’s lost forever. Years of work Jason, years. I’m so frustrated with myself right now. 

-Wow...Maybe you should go kick some guys’ asses, good stress relief. 

You give him only a half-smile, and damn you looked a lot like Bruce sometimes. This particular type of smile was very Wayne like...

-What can I do to cheer you up lil sis ? 

-I’m afraid nothing Jay. I’ll be fine, you know it’s just...writing. It’s not someone dying or something terrible like that. I just lost some work. I can re-write things, I guess. It’s just...It’s just...

-Don’t explain yourself (Y/N), you’re allowed to be upset. You worked a lot on it. I saw you often typing away on your computer. I’m surprised you lost everything though...

-What, why ? 

-Well, if there’s another character trait you share with our father, you inherited from him, it’s your obsession of making plans for everything. So I’m just very surprised that you didn’t...

-Back things up I know. Oh god I’m so annoyed at myself !! And a bit at you guys for constantly reminding me how dumb I am for not backing my work up... I’m just so dumb you know ? 

-Come on, you’re not. At least you just learned a very important lesson. Back things up little one. Because when you don’t back your stories up, you lost them, and if you lose them, it’s forever, and forever means...

-Ok, shut up now. I get it. 

He laughs and squeeze you a bit tighter. Your brothers are so damn nice...but you still feel so frustrated about your lost novel ! You just can’t help it. 

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It was time for the nightly patrol, and you were putting your suit on angrily, mumbling lowly words only you could hear. Of course, your behavior didn’t escape your father’s eyes. And the question you did NOT want him to ask you surely arrived : 

-What is it (Y/N) ? 

His voice was soft, as he clearly could see you were quite upset. But you didn’t want to talk to him, you knew he wasn’t going to understand and think your behavior was childish. But you also knew he wouldn’t let it go until he got an answer, so you gave it to him : 

-No big deal, I just lost three years of work on my novel. The idiot I am erased the all thing by accident.

His reaction surprises you, he pulls you into a hug, and ruffle your hair lovingly. 

-Oh my little (Y/N). I’m sorry. I know what that novel meant to you. 

-...You...You do ?

Your father turns around to make sure it’s only you and him, and sure enough, you’re brothers are too busy arguing about who’s the best at throwing batarangs to notice what you guys are doing. He bents down a bit, almost kneeling in front of you (as you were your mother’s size, and he was a damn giant). 

-Of course I do honey. I might...I might not always know how to...You know...

-Use words ? 

-Yes. That. Use words to explain how I feel. I don’t know how to talk to any of you most of the time. But I do know I love every single one of you brats. And I pay more attention to things that you think.

-Is that so ? 

-Yes. I know how many hours you spent writing this novel. I know how excited you were that you were almost done. I know it was great because I did read those first few chapters you sent me. 

-...For real ?

-Yes, for real (Y/N). So...I understand, really. It’s difficult to work so hard on something just to see it destroy because of one mistake. Trust me, I know how it feels. 

You smile at him, and he gives you the nicest warmest hug ever...but of course he had to go and ruin it by lacking tact, as usual : 

-But you know sweety, you should have backed things up on multiple hard drives and such, I taught you to always be prepared didn’t I ?

You pull slowly away from him to face your father, and the look you give him is so murderous that he suddenly finds you scarier than any bats in the World. Instinctively, he takes a step back. Damn, you just made the batman take a step back...When you talk again,your voice is calm and collected, but holds a certain danger in it : 

-Well, I’m sure glad the greatest detective of all time is here to enlighten me about the fact that I should have backed things up. Thanks for your input dad, without you, I think I would have never understand my mistake. 

And all Hell break loose. It's the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. You can’t help it, the way he said you needed to back things up, the condescendence in his words...You can’t hold your frustration anymore, and instead of directing it at yourself, like you did all day, you throw everything at your father. 

Of course, you immediately regret your actions, especially seeing his facial expression, as if you were an enraged hyena and not his daughter. You sigh, try to apologize but don’t know how. Your brothers join you and help you calm down. 

You can’t believe you’re feeling like that just because you lost a stupid novel you were writing...You felt that maybe, there was more to it than just loosing your work, but you weren’t ready to psycho-analyze yourself right now, and made a mental note to think about it later. You grab your dad’s hand, and squeeze it. His feature soften, he really do understand what you’re going threw. And the way you’re always so calm, and sometimes just loose it reminds him a lot of himself. He can’t be mad at you. He really did understand...Still, you were scary as fuck when angry. 

-Oh my god I’m just so mad at myself, and I’m sorry for getting mad at you guys, but you know me, when I start being oversensitive, which happen rarely we’ll all agree on that, I’m just gone, I don’t stop until...You know what ? I’m gonna go see mom. We’ll go steal some stuffs, it always help turning the frustration down ! 

And before your father could say anything, you hop on your motorcycle and leave so fast your tires screech on the floor of the bat cave. 

Your dad sigh, and look at your brothers. 

-You guys know we have to stop her right ? 

-You stop her, father. In the state she’s in, I’m not coming within ten feet of her ! We could trigger her with any words ! 

-Yep, you’re on your own for that Bruce, there’s no way I’m even trying to knock some sense into her right now. 

-I’m with Damian and Jay on that one, handle yourself dad. 

-...Same. 

Your father glares at his sons, but it doesn’t work. They were more afraid of you than him right now...Bruce sighs, and says : 

-I’ll just make her give whatever she steals back where it belongs when she’ll be calmer...

Your brothers snicker at your father, of course he will haha. But given how frustrated you were, he was definitely gonna wait until you calmed down. 

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