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theblue6ook · 2 months

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The Young Years PT 2

Summary: This is a prequel to "Shit Interview" in the "Out of My League" series. Read about Bruce and Y/N in their troubled tweens. What about their past makes them work so well together? You'll find out. (Hint: they've both been through major struggles.)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: There's some alcoholism, guns, and daddy issues in this. You've been warned. [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Daddy Issues [B(14) Y/N(12)]

The cold pricked at her face, and snow seeped into her old rain boots. Her hands gripped the flannel with all her might and pulled. No dice. She tried again and pulled... nothing. Sighing, she turned toward the house and saw her brother's eyes peeking out the front window. No, I can’t leave him out here. This time, she stepped into the garage and grabbed a sled.

“Come on, Dad,” she said as she approached him. “Let’s get you onto the sled just- ugh- Come on, old man, help me help you.” Her father, in his drunken state, pulled himself out of the snow and onto the sled. Slowly, they made their way towards the house.

She had sweat dripping down her back, but with minimal help from her father, they made it through the front door and onto the rug by the stairs. He passed out immediately.

“Listen, boys,” she sighed and turned to her brothers, “I have to go to the shop, but I wrapped some sandwiches and put them in the fridge for dinner. Eat and sleep, you hear me… and don’t wake up Dad. He’ll probably sleep there until tomorrow.”

“But you just got off your shift at Dorthie’s Flowers,” her brother Eric looked up at her.

“I know, but Dad needs our help right now, so I have to double up.”

Both of her brothers looked at each other, unsure. Y/N gave them each a hug and stepped past her father and out the door.

She trudged through the snow to her dad's mechanic shop just down the block. After her mom ran out on them, her father was in a tough place, to say the least. So his good friend Ronnie took it upon himself to manage the shop. Ronnie was somewhat of an irresponsible uncle to Y/N. He cared a lot about her father, a lot, so, naturally, he cared about his kids, but when it came to advice, Ronnie wasn’t exactly the best influence.

They slowly worked in silence on a Purple Honda Odyssey. Ronnie was changing the tires as Y/N worked on the oil change. The silence felt good. Y/N needed to get away from everything for a bit. Working on cars did that for her.

“How’s your dad been?” he asked, breaking the silence. “Are you guys still having trouble with the bills?”

She sighed, “If he could come back to work, we’d have double the money, and maybe we wouldn’t have problems with bills.”

“Listen, kid, your dad has been through it, and he’s lucky to have you,” he seemed unsure, rubbing his chin. “You know there are other ways to make money quick.”

“Yeah, right, I’m already working two jobs,” she looked over at him. He looked like he knew something she didn’t. “Like what, Ronnie?”

“Nah. You’re too young for this conversation.”

“Like what,” she repeated. “Do you want us to starve?”

He was silent for a while and then eventually said, “You know, I know you’re good at working on cars, but how are you at driving them?”

“I’m twelve."

“Your dad hasn’t put you behind the wheel even once?” The look she gave him confirmed what he was thinking.

“You know how I always say when you know how cars purr on the inside, you drive them better on the outside.”

“Where is this going? Does this have a point?”

“You ever heard of drag racing?”

He claimed he didn’t mean to kill them. Then, why would you pull the trigger? He claims prison has shown him a different light. Well then, I can put you in the ground.

Bruce sits silently, watching his parents' murderer spew nonsense. He was on the run for a month before he was caught when Bruce was eight. Alfred had hoped that would be the end of it little did he know, Bruce would be the end of it. He was ready to end it officially, and he didn’t care what would happen to him after. Rachel sat next to him, trying to offer support, and Alfred sat on the other side.

I could do it. I could do it right now. I could shoot him. He felt the cold metal against his hipbone, stuffed into the waist of his pants. A gun he had found after cracking his father's safe. In a way, it was poetic he would die at the hand of his father's own weapon. How this asshole got off with a life sentence, plus a possibility of parole, he would never know. Doesn’t matter now though. He sat and waited for a good moment. He sat and waited… and waited… and waited…

The trial was ending in no time, and the gun felt heavier and heavier. He started to sweat; he started to panic. He has to do this. He has to. Alfred noticed his panic and went to pat Bruce’s leg in reassurance, but the motion made the gun slip further down, barely holding onto the top of his pants… when Alfred felt it. Bruce knew he felt it, and there was a sole-sucking silence between them.

Alfred looked at him, panicked and disappointed from the corner of his eye. He held Bruce’s arm by the bicep hard and started breathing heavily. As people started to filter out of the courtroom, Bruce remained silent, staring forward, and Alfred nodded towards Rachel in a goodbye as he pulled Bruce up and out of the courthouse. He had him by the bicep all the way to the car.

He shoved Bruce passed multiple reporters and newscasters, and straight into the back of the Rolls Royce. Bruce noticed when he sat down that the weight was gone. Alfred stepped into the front of the tinted car, leaning back into the driver's seat.

“Where did my-”

“Sometimes I think you forget I was a part of the Royal Marines.” Alfred easily slipped the magazine out of the gun. He huffed, “You don’t- You don’t ever touch a gun. Do you understand me? Where did you even get this?”

“That asshole deserves it!”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?”

“IT WAS DAD’S,” he called out.

Alfred sighed, pulling away from the crowd of people, “You really think this is what your father would have wanted? You going to prison for the rest of your life? To kill someone?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You weren’t there-”

“I’ve seen death! It is nothing to think about when you’re fourteen years old. It’s something no one should ever think about.”

“It’s all I think about! Do you think this has been easy for me? They were actually considering offering him parole! It wasn’t an accident. He meant to kill them, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“I think you need a break. I think you need to get away from all of this. Let’s take time off; let’s go somewhere.”

Bruce knew where he needed to go, but he definitely wouldn’t be taking time off.

#bruce wayne x reader #batfam #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batman #batman begins

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aerascreamer · 2 months

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After seeing posts about who’s right between Jason and Bruce, I’d say there’s really no definitive answers to this dilemma.

Batman has the status of a « hero ». Heroes at their core are characters who inspires and embodies important values.

For him, it’s resilience. For him, It’s defiance. It’s putting his life on the line for innocents. It’s looking at crime, violence and darkness right in the eyes and say : no. It’s becoming a beacon in the deepest night.

And it’s sad for me that this aspect is seen as bad. That He’s criticized so much for not wanting to kill when he devoted his entire life against it. That killing is an acceptable answer. That’s he’s criticized for choosing life and investing in infrastructures to rehabilitate and help people in needs (victims AND criminals who wants to turn their life around). He’s the only hero that is frowned upon for incarcerating instead of murdering.

Batman comics have a darker tone than others, but that doesn’t he should become some kind of anti-hero like the Punisher. On the contrary: being in such a dark environment and not falling into it is a testament to his strength of mind.

He should be respected for going against the cycle of violence and bloodshed while offering second chances to those who need it.

Jason as Robin saw the magic in the mantle and the chance to make the world better.

But all his hopes and dreams were killed by the Joker. A man his mentor and father has been fighting for years already and who killed hundreds.

When he learned that the Joker was still alive, it’s a slap in the face of everthing. He lived to try and make the world better. He grew up in the most ruthless part of Gotham and still hoped for the best. He died at the hands of evil incarnate. He died while saving his mother you betrayed him. He died believe in Bruce’s mission.

And it didn’t matter. Gotham didn’t change. The Joker is still killing. So many victims and their close ones are crying. And there’s a new kid who believes in Batman like he did once.

For him, there needs to be more. Every system in Gotham is failing. The cops are corrupt, Arkham and BlackGate aren’t prison at all, rapist are still running free, people are forced to turn to crime or sell themselves because of poverty while scumbags profit of off their misery. Many people had second chances. Even third and fourth. But they are unredeemable and a threat to innocent people with only one option left: execution.

In the end both have points and both do fail:

Batman is choosing a non lethal approach to be a beacon, a symbol, a protector. People in Gotham can see there’s someone looking out for them. There’s still good people out there wanting to do the right thing and willing to help you turn your life around.

But some people aren’t good. Some benefits or take pleasure at others suffering and will never take the olive branch to redemption. And those people still walk free. The structures that are supposed to contain or stop those people are failing and letting crime breed.

Red Hood’s will to get his hands dirty to make Gotham safer by taking out the cruelest of the criminals. People who lived in fear of the bigger fish can sleep in peace. People who lived in pain can finally get retribution and move on. He makes sure the weak and vulnerable are being protected and put an end to their abuse.

But killing can’t be undone. If Red Hood made an error of judgment or mistook the wrong target, then he might have shot an innocent person. Unless he personally saved them or made their lives better, citizens will fear RedHood and not see him any better than Two-Face.

As much as I like Jason and Bruce reconciliating, it’s impossible. Batman can’t let Red Hood and let him kill. Red Hood will never believe again in Batman’s way. Batman letting someone kill freely and Red Hood not killing are in anti-thesis of their character.

Either canon make Jason break his principles or fanon break Bruce’s principles in order for them to be father and son again.

The best they’ll get is teaming up out of necessity and putting their differences aside temporarily to save people. But that truth will only end in a fight

Bruce will never be the father Jason needs. Jason will never be the son Bruce knew.

They long for each other.

They love each other.

But there’s no going back to being family.

And, as bittersweet as it is, that’s how the things are now.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #jason todd #batfam #dc red hood #red hood #character analysis #rambles

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geekishfangirl · 12 days

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I can’t view Batman/Bruce as a real hero

So I’ve gotten into DC recently, or more specifically I’ve gotten into the Batfam, and the more I learn about Bruce Wayne the harder it is for me to look to him as a hero.

I’ll preface all this by saying I have consumed very little DC content, so if something I say is not actually canon pls let me know.

It started when I learned that this man seemingly has an absolute no kill rule. Not a “I try to avoid killing and only do it when absolutely necessary” rule, but a “I refuse to kill anyone no matter the circumstances” rule. I honestly hate this because it’s not effective in any way. Take the Joker for example, Batman has to fight him over and over again because they simply cannot seem to keep that man in prison and Batman won’t kill him or let anyone else do it. I think this is because he wants to believe that anyone can change, and they can, but just because they CAN doesn’t mean that they WILL. People have to choose to change and the Joker has had like 30 chances to do so, yet he continues to kill innocent people. How many innocents have to die before someone acknowledges that the Joker will never choose to be a better person and finally decide to do what’s necessary to protect everyone? They either need to find a way to keep him in jail or just take him out.

This got worse when I learned about Jason Todd. Here you have a poor boy taken in by Bruce, who idealizes him and views him as a father, and when he gets kidnapped, tortured, and murdered by the Joker he dies alone. When he is brought back to life, he’s mad at Bruce, not because Bruce didn’t save him, but Bruce didn’t kill the Joker to avenge him. Because Bruce didn’t love him more than he loved Justice. Hell, even on his grave, “A good soldier”. I’ve seen ppl say that maybe he didn’t say son because he didn’t want to erase their family ties and the kids never took his last name and sure, I get that. But putting a good soldier instead? He didn’t have to do that. Jason wasn’t a soldier, he was a little boy. It seems like Bruce forgets that about the Robins sometimes. (None of this is even getting into my feelings about Bruce taking in multiple children and having them fight crime, literally risking their lives every night but then this rant would be even longer)

And apparently Bruce fucking decks Dick because Dick was asking him why he let him become Robin before he was ready? Bro cannot take any criticism for his actions I swear. I mean, even if he never officially adopts them (I’m very confused on that tbh) he does still view them as his kids. He still helped raise them. After all, they were all underage when he met them and took them in. So to straight up deck your eldest and tell him to get out literally right after your other kid was murdered solely because he questioned you is actually wild.

Then you have the whole batarang incident, which just makes me question his morals more because he’s got the whole “no killing whatsoever” thing going on but then decides, “I won’t kill the man who murdered my son and countless other innocents, but I can and will slit my son’s throat and leave him for dead.” Like, HUH??? Also, didn’t Dick accidentally kill the Joker once and Bruce went out of his way to REVIVE HIM? Honestly feels like Bruce has some weird relationship with the Joker cause he seems to care about him more than anything. LET THAT MONSTER DIE!

I saw someone say that they thought the “no killing” thing wasn’t effective but was accurate to Bruce’s character because his vigilanteism isn’t actually mainly about helping but about punishing himself for what happened to his parents. And if you kill the villains when you need to, you can’t keep punishing yourself through fighting them. Like a self-sabotage thing. I thought that was super interesting but it would also just go along with him not being a truly effective hero, cause he won’t make the hard calls that are sometimes needed.

In conclusion, while I am sure Bruce has done good for people, it’s hard to see him as a truly effective hero (or a good person/father for that matter) when he does stuff like this.

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beartes22 · 8 days

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Jason Todd Imcorrect quotes (2/??)

Continuation of this post . Probably 2/2 until like, the next four years or sth

Angsty quotes I probably will add in some fic somewhen. They are also for adoption, they have no home yet. I am just very salty about this.

Bruce: we don’t kill, Jason!

Jason: why? Why can’t we? Why is this your line in the sand when there is no other fucking line you won’t cross!

Bruce: because if we do it we will be just as bad as them!

Jason: Bruce you sanctimonious fuck, I don’t want to be better! I just want to be safe!

Dick: why can’t you understand? We don’t kill! we can’t be judge, jury and executioner!

Jason: why not? We certainly don’t have judges or juries here!

Dick: just because the system is corrupt-

Jason: when I was murdered, where was my judgment? When did the judge pass the sentence, when did the jury declare him innocent? When was the dead penalty discarded?

Dick: …you know why Jason Todd could not have a public judgement

Jason: then what was it, was it private and you decided to leave my death unpunished or is he awaiting my judgement?

Dick: oh little wing-

Jason: my anger and my rage are not unjustified. They are just inconvenient for Batman’s crusade. Fuck you and your righteous fucking convenience.

Tim: you don’t understand! Bruce was broken after you died and Batman needs a robin!

Jason: I did not die. I was murdered.

Tim: I know. Bruce never got over failing to save you

Jason: why is his grief more important than my pain? Why must his needs overcome mine?

Tim: …he’s Batman

Jason: I see. so he’s not replaceable. But his robins aparently are.

Tim: no! That’s not-

Jason: better tread carefully then, replacement.

Bruce: you killed a man. You broke my rules!

Jason: and I will do it again. What will you do about it, then, big man, throw me to your justice?

Bruce: I will take you in like the rest of the criminals in this city

Jason: it will not stick. Thanks to your methods, I am a dead boy that doesn’t exist. I cannot be thrown in jail.

Bruce: you think I can’t put you under a fake Id?

Jason: you will go the extra mile to hurt me, but not for those that hurt me. Father of the year.

Now the less angsty ones. To break off with a laugh or sth

Goon 1: boss, we have a problem.

Red hood: *sighs deeply* what is it now, Fred?

Goon 1: …you know my name? There has been…a confusion in one of the orders, boss

Red hood: oh?

Goon 2: it appears someone mislabeled the… um, SEAL-quality equipment for-

*LOUD BRAYING CAN BE HEARD*

red hood: …how many live seals are in Gotham right now, Ricky

Goon 2: that;s um. a lot. Sir.

Goon 1: I think over twenty, boss

Red hood: and what am I supposed to do with 20 fucking seals?

Goon 2: I-i think they are actually an endangered species? So, so maybe you can, like, open a-

Red hood: no. No. I refuse. No. I will not end up my crime lord days to build an animal reserve. No.

Goon 1: we could also kill them sir. Their fur is expensive and crime alley could always stand to have more food

Red hood: we are not doing that.

Goon 2: I mean, we have done worse things for less money boss

Red hood: you want your ankles to be bitten to death by an angry toddler? Because this is how you get an angry toddler bit your ankles to death with his swords. Two of them.

Goon 1: is…is that a new rogue, boss?

Red hood: worse. Excuse me I gotta make a call

Red hood, on the phone: hey, baby demon, I got sth for you- what no, it’s not from Talía- shut up I do nice things for you on my own- oh fuck you habibi -you would be the bigger disappointment but you aren’t tall enough -oh? Did the baby get angry? Did the baby want a time out?- wait no, don’t pass the phone you co- yes. Hi B. No. Fuck you. No. Asshole. I’m hanging up.

The goons: …

Red hood: *picks up phone yet again* dickhead if you hang on me I swear to god I will haunt you-oh, sorry. Is dick there? Pass him the phone, please, it’s important. *a beat* dick, why did that random man pick up your phone- midnighter? And I thought I had the daddy issues. No wait! I have over 20 seals and I have to get rid of them- stop laughing you asshole!! *hangs up furiously*

Red hood: *turns to the goons* tomorrow the someone will come to pick up the seals. Probably an Atlantean. ETA 8 PM. Be ready or else *leaves*

Goons: …

Goon 1: I thought I knew how phone calls worked but apparently I don’t.

Goon 2: …me neither.

#jason todd #dc batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #incorrect quotes

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mid-nightowl · 6 months

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untitled lil fic #1 (jason todd and gotham war)

here's some gotham war rewrites i needed to get out of my head, the brainrot was killing me omg

warnings for violence, cursing, whatever the hell Bruce is doing (just Bruce as a full warning tag, the man is more unhinged than Joker in this)

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“Oh Jason. How I’ve missed you, my sweet boy.”

The words are sickeningly sweet, poison-saturated words falling from bloody red lips. Delivered with a crooked smile, Joker looks up at him, uncaring at his position. His fingers curl in the clown’s suit collar, lips curling with a snarl.

Jason punches him again, the clown’s jaw cracking and his body straining against the ferry railing. Joker merely giggles, head lolling around through the air before his mismatched eyes meet his mask.

“Shut the fuck up!” He snaps, unholstering his gun and digging the muzzle into Joker’s cheek.

His murderer raises his hands, waggling his fingers in surrender, grinning and smirking and smiling.

He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

“I want you to think about this real carefully,” He digs his gun into his skin. “This could be the last joke you ever make, you understand? That’s what you want to go with?”

“You know,” His nightmare giggles, chuckles like a wind-up toy before he wipes the amusement off his face. The clown looks up at him, head tilted, pleased and patient and thoughtful. There’s not a single sliver of hate and destructive menace, or anger or disappointment or suspicion.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, he thinks. There’s something wrong here. There’s something wrong with Joker—and not in the usual way.

“The best jokes deliver a difficult truth, but hide it with a fun fiction,” Joker explains, smushed but coherent words strung together despite the gun halfway in his mouth. “Without humor all we have left is being mean and lying.”

“What?” He can’t stop the words before they stumble out of his mouth. He doesn’t let the gun go lax in his hand despite the way the clown’s words throw him off guard.

Off-kilter is a genuine feeling that digs into him, shocking him to the core. The clown does this, he knows it. He knows this is how he does things, how he worms his way out of every situation and every attempted manslaughter, he knows how the clown operates, intimately.

Jason knows him.

Joker, historically, has been so many things. But he’s always been a psychotic, impulsive mass-murderer. Someone without restraint, without limitation.

It’s why he’s always been Batman’s true nemesis. Bruce, he needs a fine-tuned control of everything and everyone. He is someone who has limits and restraint.

Controlled, focused, and without limitations—Jason is almost the happy medium to both of them.

Almost.

The three of them are similar, different, opposites and identical. It’s like walking in one of those mirror mazes where you can’t tell who the real you is.

Who is the real Bruce Wayne? The man who cherishes his children or the one who maims them?

Who is the real Joker? The cold, purposeful mass murderer or the dumped-in-acid man who can’t tell the difference?

Who is the real Jason Todd? The bloody crime lord or the declawed crowbar wielding vigilante?

Joker simply smiles and pats his arm, as if Jason’s not trying to kill him.

He slams the clown against the railing again, snarling.

“Enough games!” He growls and flips the safety off. The noise doesn’t even phase Joker, if anything he grins harder. His mismatched eyes—one red-brown, one green—flick above them before returning to his.

“Are you really going to use that big bad gun of yours with Daddy watching? He’ll be so mad at you.” His murderer grins, letting his head hang limply in his grasp.

“What? Batman-!” He jerks back, head snapping up to the ferry roof cover.

Empty. No looming monster demanding a painful compromise is here.

Joker’s hands push him back, and he grunts, stumbling into the ferry wall. The clown tumbles over the railing, disappearing from view. His laughter haunting the air.

“No!” He shouts, dashing to the railing.

The clown is gone under the waves and ice, sinking into the dark of Gotham Harbor.

He’s not dead. He can’t be dead, Jason thinks, gripping the ice-cold railing, I haven’t killed him yet.

He’s not dead.

But that was mean.

The last words Jason hears remind him of his grave.

No, not the one he was buried in. Six feet of dirt above him and smothered in satin, watched over by that stupid weeping angel.

There’s a memorial in the cave with his name. ‘Good soldier’ and nothing else but his name. Both of them: Jason Todd and Robin.

A monument to Bruce’s failure, his greatest mistake, a grave to his complicated teenage years, his love.

“You’ve always been a good soldier. Rest now.” Bruce told him, jabbing him in the neck with the needle.

A grave, a memorial, a monument. It makes him sick. The reminder that he will always be the dead Robin, the sad Robin, the angry Robin.

Dead, dead, dead.

The violence done to him, inflicted and imprinted into his skin and bones was more important. The guilt and the lesson were more important than his cries for justice, for his life’s blood.

The monument and altar, raised after his murder, were never for him, but for Bruce.

He was dead, why would he care?

The story Bruce will tell would never be the truth, just excuses and wrong-doings. He would take accountability after the fact, but not before.

Bruce would let his murderer walk and let him rot.

Maybe that was why he buried Jason six feet under, so he wouldn’t have to face the decay and decomposition. That he could keep this golden, blurry image of him as Robin, as the straight A student, the good son. And not a weightless body splinted a thousand different ways to look human.

But now that he’s resurrected—not in Bruce’s image, but as something broken and jagged, something lost and filled with dirt and green-green-green—Bruce refuses to acknowledge him. Refuses to believe this is who he is.

Refuses to believe that he remade (destroyed) himself from the ruins, from the broken bones and empty veins and black thread that mended his corpse back into the image of Jason Todd. Refuse to think that if a girl can come back as a soothsayer, that a boy can come back as a gun.

“Hnnng…Bruce,” Jason groans softly, heaving himself off the couch.

Batman turns to him, looming with his face mask in his hands. The fluorescent lights, a nauseous lime-yellow, cut over his figure, his face, his mask. Almost a green-green-green, almost a pool of rage, almost a pit of madness.

His mask crackles alive in Bruce’s hands, Selina’s voice wavering between annoyance and worry.

“Red Hood? Hood, please check in and let me kno-” Batman clicks his comm off.

The resounding silence smothers him.

His exhale comes out shaky, his heart beating too fast behind his bruised ribs, a chill crawling over his exposed skin.

Something’s wrong. Something is very wrong.

“...Batman? You…” He swallows roughly, mouth filled with dirt and blood and thread. “Wha…What did you do?”

“Nothing I’m proud of, Jason.”

His heart sinks and skips a beat at the same time, stomach twisting with anxiety and fingers trembling against the ugly brown couch cushions.

Inhale.

He pushed too much.

Taking Selina’s side?

He went too far.

Hood didn’t kill anyone?

Exhale.

“Hh! Ho…” Jason croaks, getting his boots on the ground. “Y-you…you..”

“Take deep breaths, Jason.” Batman turns back to the computer hub glowing behind him, ignoring his attempts to speak, to demand answers.

His arms shake as he holds himself upright, but when he tries to stand instead he chokes, falling to his knees in front of the couch. Gasping for air, he lays his palms flat against the cool tiles. His legs are quivering, heavy and unable to hold his weight.

His whole body trembles with it, this feeling unfolding through his blood and bones, engulfing his head and voice.

Fear, fear, fear.

“Years ago I created my backup personality, Zur, using techniques I learned from an old mentor and this machine that I built,” Batman starts, monitoring the screens in front of him with one hand on the keyboard and the other on his belt.

Bruce doesn’t turn to look at him, to face him, someone he calls son, someone he considers family, and explain what he’s done to Jason.

He never has.

“I can’t change your personality with it, Jason…” Batman sighs, low and quiet. “But I can add to it. A small thing: your failsafe.”

Failsafe. He slams the heel of his palm on the floor, cheeks tingling with his telltale sign of tears. A failsafe?!

Because Red Hood needs a failsafe instead of justice.

“What?!” He tries to snarl, to hiss and yell and scream his rage. But his voice fails him, anxiety chewing at his throat and tongue, voice tilting too high, too unsteady, too weak.

“Now when you have heightened adrenaline, when you’re about to do something dangerous, your fear kicks in,” Batman continues explaining. “It…I’m sorry Jason. But it’s the only way.” He clenches his eyes shut—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—and tries to ignore his rabbit heart battering against its cage, pounding to the frantic rhythm of fear, fear, fear.

“I love you.”

The words feel like gunshots, the knuckle prints on his skin after the two of them fought over Penguin, the smack of Selina’s whip against his fingers, the crowbar on his skull, his legs, his ribs, over and over and over.

“I love you, but you are a murderer,” Bruce condemns him, over and over again. “You’re a bull in a china shop and I go round after round with you, trying to figure out how to help make you a better man, to heal you.”

“H-heal me?” He whispers, rage cut off at the roots. “This isn’t…this isn’t you, Bruce.”

Batman, finally, turns to Jason. He looms, tall and foreboding, darkness dripping around him, drenching him in fear, fear, fear.

Batman takes a step forward and he crashes back against the couch, spine digging into the wooden frame painfully.

He can’t breathe. Batman moves and he knows it in his bones, knows it down to the scars Gotham and its guardian have left on him, that he’s not here to save him, to help him.

“I got you a new identity. A place in Metropolis.” Batman keeps walking forward, despite Jason’s growing hyperventilation, despite the way his blunted nails scratch at the floor. Despite the way he shakes, black stitches snapping apart, the pieces of him falling to the floor of this slaughterhouse, at the feet of his butcher.

“B-bat…Batman,” He whimpers, hand twisting into the fabric of his suit.

“You can live a normal life. Fall in love, do meaningful work. This isn’t punishment, Jason,” Batman kneels in front of him and removes the cowl. “I love you.” Jason shrinks back, shoulders back and legs curled to his chest. Bruce’s face is sharp and pale, with bags under his eyes and days old stubble on his jaw.

His eyes are dark with absolute rage.

Batman is going to hurt him. Batman is going to hurt him.

Bruce is going to hurt him again.

“This is a gift. Any way you look at it, you should be in prison for all the people you’ve killed,” He chokes at Bruce’s words, barely smothering the terrified cry in his throat. “This is me saving you from that. Save you from yourself.”

Jason can only stare at the man before him—the man who took him in, who raised and trained him, who loved him—does his best to bury him.

fear, fear, fear.

“Please..don’t…please,” Jason pleads, covering the girl with his frame, caging her in with his bruised and burnt arms.

“Let’s begin.” Scarecrow’s voice reverberates, it shakes through air to match his erratic breathing.

“P-please, I’ll do anything you want, anything,” He begs, fear, fear, fear burning in his veins. “Please. Just stay…stay away.”

Scarecrow closes the gap between them, rocking back and forth on his crooked, long legs. His mask distorts and mutates, a familiar green-green-green splashing over the darkened void of his gas mask.

“You’re going to die tonight. I know you know this,” Crane looms over him, green-green-green trickling out his eyes, gushing out like an open wound. “But we can still have fun, can’t we.”

The girl trembles underneath his chest and Jason tries to smother the whimper begging to pour out his lips. It’s gnawing at him—rabbit heart frantic in his chest, hands trembling from the burning pain and anxiety, smoke and ash gathering in his lungs—fear, fear, fear.

He can’t think of anything else.

“Those fools were right. Your terror…it’s real and it isn’t mine,” Scarecrow sneers, kneeling in front of him. “There is no thrill in driving terror into the heart of a baby bird.”

Scarecrow takes his jaw in his hand, needles tickling at his exposed skin, forcing Jason to look at him. He can’t help but jerk his head at Crane’s touch, needles pricking into his cheek when Crane holds him tighter, another inescapable cage around him.

His chest heaves with every shaky inhale-exhale, his anxious fear fanning over the rogue’s mask. Scarecrow leans in closer, the glass over his eyes gleaming, reflecting the fire roaring around them. Jason can hear the screams in them, watching the shadows morph around them and the straw on Crane’s shoulders wiggle.

“This is my moment of triumph, and it is snatched away from me by..by him?!” Scarecrow shakes Jason’s head in his hand, needles scratching into his skin but still not drawing blood.

Scarecrow lets his head drop, needles disappearing from his sight before they’re clawing at his throat, wet and cold against his clammy skin. Jason whimpers and clenches his eyes shut, unable to do anything but beg.

He knows praying for someone to help him is futile.

No one is coming to save him.

“Never let it be said Scarecrow has no pity,” Crane says, voice cutting in and out his head like radio static. “I will quickly finish what your daddy started.”

“Doesn’t mommy get a say?”

A voice slices through the flames licking at his skin and the fear smothering him. And when Jason’s gaze finds him, he can’t help the tears.

“Step away from the vigilante, pervert.” Joker grins, dark red lips stretched too wide, too thin. Ash rains down on his green-green-green umbrella, rolling down the crooked dark patches and shamrock-colored nylon.

“You’ve already killed him once. It’s time you learned to share, Clown.” Scarecrows speaks with thin, razor-sharp disdain, glaring over his shoulder at the newcomer.

“You should know this by now, Doc. I don’t play well with others.” The clown throws aside the umbrella, knife materializing from thin air as he descends upon Scarecrow.

“You’re not even really him, are you? Do you think I don’t know about you? Delusions and megalomania with-” Scarecrow baits and taunts the clown, before the two of them are ducking and weaving and slicing at each other with barely concealed rage and annoyance.

“Blah, blah, blah. Do you know why you’re always going to be a C-List villain, Johnny?” Joker jokes and Jason can imagine the sharp grin on his face. “Because doctors aren’t scary. They’re annoying.”

He ducks his head down and curls tighter around the girl. She cries underneath him, hiccups soft under the roar of flames closing in on them, the screech of metal on metal and creaking of deteriorating wood.

He can’t move. He can’t do anything but try to breathe. But all he tastes is smoke, choking him, billowing down his throat and in his lungs. His heartbeat is so loud, jumping under its bone-cage, a heady, heavy thing—badump-badump-badump-badump. It’s too fast, erratic, out of control.

“You’re a bull in a china shop and I go round after round with you, trying to figure out how to help make you a better man, to heal you-”

Always out of control. Jason whines, hands scrambling against the wood below him. It burns, seering through his fingertips. It hurts-it hurts-it hurts, he can’t do this. He can’t.

He can’t breathe.

“Ahhhh! Ack! Achhhhh!” Scarecrow screams, guttural and wobbly and when he looks up, Jason can only watch as Crane crashes through the fifth story window.

Tears continue to stream down his face, his heart trembling in his chest and the realization strikes him then, cracking down on his skull like a crowbar, over and over and over.

Joker saved him. Joker saved him. Joker saved him.

His murderer saved him.

“A-are you real?!” Jason cries out, fingers curling into the withering floorboards. “Is this real?!”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. I didn’t even give him a real dose of Joker Gas. I ran out. Heh!” Joker laughs, rubbing at his jaw. Blood and green-green-green stain the edges of his mouth, smeared down his chin and throat before disappearing under the orange sweatshirt he’s wearing.

“But now, it’s just you and me. And…your daughter? Did you have a daughter and not tell me?” The clown tilts his head in question, tucking away the green-green-green gun in his hand. He steps closer, uncaring of the flames licking over his pale skin.

Jason can’t tell if it's real or an illusion, can’t tell if his murderer is here and saving? rescuing? tricking? him. He can’t tell if this is just another nightmare he’s trapped himself in, or if this is the real punishment Bruce promised him.

“She’s just a kid. Please…don’t,” He pleads, the tears searing down his ash-stained cheeks.

Joker leans down, bringing his face close to Jason’s. His mismatched eyes—one green, one red-brown—bore into his and the clown smiles, too wide, too cracked and broken, too bloody and green-green-green.

He sobs, cracking under everything. He can’t do this, he can’t.

“My, my. Even like this you still think you’re the hero. Batman would be proud if he didn’t hate you,” His murderer says, before his bony hand is cupping Jason’s face, calloused fingers dancing over his skin.

Jason clenches his jaw when it threatens to wobble and tremble, but knows the fear is shining in his eyes. Knows the clown can see it, knows he recognizes it in his baby-blues. He’s been here before.

They’ve been here before, together.

“But don’t worry my sweet boy, I’ll find a way to fix you. Nobody is going to hurt you. I won’t let them. Because I need you.” His voice is honeyed and threatening, curling and clawing and cloying into his head like a sickness. Joker pets his hair, gentle and caring, and Jason knows he means it.

He’s going to fix him. He’s going to heal him.

He’s going to save Jason.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy. We’ll see each other soon,” Joker pats his cheek with a crooked green-green-green smile. “I promise.”

His heart beats frantic to the words—fear, fear, fear—eyes unable to look away from Joker.

Jason believes him.

#unholy screeching and too much caffeine #my writing #the brainrot was literally killing me i wish i was joking #havent been able to FOCUS on anything else #i just cant get over divorced batjokes playing tug-of-war with their murderous and highly traumatized kid (jason)#im not entirely sure if i like this? it feels very rough draft to me #but i really just needed to get it down and out of my head so i can focus on my other wips T-T #would also love to hear anyone's thoughts if they have any<3 #might have missed some grammar stuff and yadda yadda but im kind of tired of looking at this:))))#i do think i want to add to it thou--maybe a scene with selina another with the batkids #ill probably come back to this after the final issue for the actual event (which comes out next week!) and joker's comic #i just really wanted to write how jason was dealing with all this; how he might take the fact that joker is saving his ass rather than bruc #but im not sure if it came across the way i wanted it to??#jason todd #jason todd and bruce wayne #jason todd and joker #writing

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Has anyone seen the Class Of 09 animation that was posted a month ago?

I love the two games and I REALLY loved the anime one. I really hope they get the sources they need to make more of it! :)

But, anyway, the anime kinda reminded me of a dynamic Ghost, Gaz and Soap could’ve had if they ever knew each other in high school.

Allow me to demonstrate:

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Gaz: …is this what cam girls feel like?

Ghost: I feel like cam girls do a little more than we did.

Gaz: But at least they get paid, we had to flirt with that weirdo for free.

Ghost: No, we lost a bet. That’s not free, it’s just hoe and pro bono.

Gaz: Why would you put up flirting with Graves in the first place?

Ghost: Oh, so you thought she could steal that hot dog roller?

Gaz: No! But…ugh, just that whole class yesterday.

Gaz: “WoW, gRaVeS, yOuR nArUtO dRaWiNgS aRe So GoOd”—EW.

Ghost: That wasn’t even the worst part. People had to watch us do that.

Gaz: Plus, he probably won’t leave me alone for like, a month now. He’s gonna go home to his video games and make created characters of us..

Ghost: Yeah, he’ll kill us in Grand Theft Auto.

Gaz: You can make characters in Grand Theft Auto?

Ghost: Do I look like a bitch who would know?

Gaz: Whatever.

Gaz: God, I need a Xanax. *reaching in his back pocket*

Gaz: Wait, where’d I put it-

Ghost: *has the Xanax on his tongue and swallows*

Gaz: Bitch, that was my last Xan! How’d you take that??

Ghost: Quick hands.

Ghost: Ass and Xanax, what a combo.

Gaz: Goes together like peanut butter and percocet.

Ghost, mimicking Graves: “This is true”.

Gaz: Oh yeah, he kept doing that! “This is true”.

Ghost: Like he’s too good to say “yeah”, he has to be a scientist about it.

Gaz: Oh, and what about: “Uhmmm, okaayy”.

Ghost: I HATE it when they do that. Like, they gotta sound like the gay, comic, relief cat in every Disney movie.

Gaz: “ThIs Is TrUe”.

Ghost: “ThIs Is TrUe”.

Gaz: “YeS, iN fAcT”.

Ghost: “QuItE tHe InTeReStInG oUtFiT”.

Gaz: “Stop screaming, we’re having sex”.

Soap, in the distance: What are you doing?

Gaz and Ghost: *startled*

Soap, walking up to them holding McDonald’s fries: Sounds like you had a class with Graves.

Ghost: He has McDonald’s—Johnny, where’d you get McDonald’s?

Soap: …McDonald’s?

Ghost, holding out his hand: Bitch, give me a chip.

Soap, pulling the fries away: Is that how you ask?

Ghost, still holding out his hand: Bitch, PLEASE give me a chip.

Gaz: And yeah, we had a class with Graves.

Soap, feeding a fry to Ghost: Me too, I could tell.

Soap: He was drawing pictures of you guys the whole class.

Gaz: No way.

Ghost, with his mouth full: What are we doing on the pictures?

Soap: Like, being cute. Making kissy faces with hearts around it.

Gaz: SIMON, we’re gonna get murdered. We’re gonna get murdered by a guy who can’t even tie his FUCKING shoes. *slams his fist on the table*

Ghost: Well, at least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

Soap: Yeah, but I ripped them up and threw them in the trash. Told that hoe to watch it.

Gaz: You’re the best, John.

Soap: I know.

Soap, walking away: Okay, I gotta go sell the janitor Adderall, I’ll see you guys later.

Ghost, once Soap’s gone: …he’s like the hottest man ever.

Gaz: And I love his hair.

Ghost: What’s gayer, dating a guy or wanting a guy to have sex with your dead body?

Gaz: Uh…dating a guy?

Ghost: Still straight… *sighs*

Gaz: What were we talking about…?

Gaz: Oh yeah, so, what’re we doing for marketing?

Ghost: It’s the movie casting thing, right?

Gaz: Yeah, yeah, so, I was thinking- *BOOM*

*Ghost and Gaz pause and look behind Gaz*

Ghost: I think the AC exploded again.

Gaz, looking back at Ghost: That scared me, but yeah.

Gaz: The challenge should be a cast of bald guys who don’t look like they say the n-word.

Ghost: How is that a challenge?

Gaz: Name one.

Ghost: Vin Diesel—no, wait…

Ghost: Bruce Willis—wow, this is challenging.

*BOOM BOOM*

Gaz: Damn, that’s a lot of AC units.

INTERCOM: *static* ATTENTION STUDENTS AND FACILITY ARE IN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN. PLEASE FOLLOW PROCEDURES AT THIS TIME. *static*

Gaz: ..what the fuck was that about?-

*Ghost and Gaz flinch at the BOOM’s and people yelling and screaming behind the wall*

Ghost: Is that…

Gaz, getting up: GRAVES SNAPPED. WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE.

Ghost, not moving: Huh…

Gaz: What’re you doing?! Let’s go!

Ghost: We flirted with him yesterday, we’re the last people he’d kill. Just chill out.

Gaz: That’s easy for you to say, you took my last Xanax!

*Ghost watches as Gaz runs away*

Ghost, sitting there listening to the gunshots and screams: …

Ghost, noticing Gaz walking back to him: I thought you were running for it.

Gaz, sitting back down: Security locked the doors…

*BOOM*

Ghost: Damn, that was a big one.

Gaz: He won’t be in rush hour three.

*they both sit there listening to the banging and yells*

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#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #class of 09 #high school au #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #incorrect quotes #gotta love that game man #it’s so good #and chaotic I love it #please watch the original!#blue2black: call of duty

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sohotthateveryonedied · 2 years

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Hi! You seem really knowledgeable about Batman so I have a question for you. I’ve been reading a lot of fan fiction lately, especially about Jason and Tim. I’m curious about how accurate the depiction is of their relationship to each other. Did Jason really slit Tim’s throat at one point and try to kill him more than once? I’ve been seeing that a lot, but I can’t find any canon depictions of it. How bad is their relationship in canon?

Jason indeed did slit Tim's throat! :)

Batman #618

Jason used Tim as bait for his showdown with Bruce while he was pretending to be Hush, and during the standoff he gave Tim a friendly lil slice to the throat. It wasn't a super life-threatening injury, though. As Tim put it: "I'll need stitches. But Catwoman stopped the bleeding."

Batman #618

And Jason did indeed try to kill Tim more than once! Three times, to be exact! (Before the reboot, at least.)

There was during the Hush storyline, as I already explained above. Prior to that, there was also the Tim vs Jason fight that took place in Titan's Tower shortly after Jason revealed himself to the Batfamily in UTRH and decided to pay his replacement a visit.

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Then Battle For the Cowl happened, and Tim and Jason went head to head yet again, this time as their own versions of Batman. Jason stabbed Tim with a batarang and left him for dead, going on to tell Dick that Tim was dead as a doornail when Dick came to save him in his own batsuit.

Batman: Battle For the Cowl #2

So yeah, you could say their relationship wasn't great Pre-52. Jason attempted to recruit Tim as his partner a few times, as if Tim would suddenly become all buddy-buddy with a crazy murderer (which is what the writers tried to make Jason into at the time).

To be honest, I find their relationship during this time hilarious? Jason keeps asking Tim to be friends and Tim keeps reminding Jason that he thinks he's the most annoying person in the world lmao.

Jason: ok i know i tried to kill you a couple times and i resent you for replacing me and also i'm kind of psychotic at the moment, but do you wanna like, hang out? 👉👈

Tim: full offense but i would literally rather die than spend ten minutes with you

Jason: sure that's cool man i get it *proceeds to try and shoot tim's face off*

It's such a fun dynamic.

Robin #177

Batman: Battle For the Cowl #2

Jason: *asks tim to be his bestie while he is actively carving tim up with a batarang* (Sir please read the room I'm begging you.)

So that's pretty much how their dynamic was until the New-52 went and made them besties for whatever reason. Jason just really really really wants Tim to join him, Tim really really really wants Jason to leave him alone and stop being crazy. It's a blast.

#lay it on me papa bob #soho reads comics #get your comic references kids #jason todd #red hood #robin #tim drake #red robin #idiot duckboy #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #batman #battle for the cowl #batman hush #batbros #batboys

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Ignite Me Quote Rp Meme

“Ignite, my love. Ignite.”

“It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”

"No. She's like a million years older than me."

“All of you. Your entire body.Proportionally. Symmetrically. You’re absurdly, mathematically perfect. It doesn’t even make sense that a person could look like you,”

"Would anyone else like to take over this conversation?"

“And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.”

“Come back to life, love. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“Hey, um, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a friend of mine, Have you seen her? She's a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-"

"You should get a dog, love. I hear they share much the same qualities.”

“It's not charity, he cares about me--and I care about him!"

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, but I am not Bruce Lee.”

"I can't stomach your pain,I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please, Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done nothing wrong."

“Lift your hips for me, love.”

"I love you exactly as you are.”

"That's some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?"

“I am no longer afraid of fear, and I will not let it rule me. Fear will learn to fear me.”

“If anything, everyone needs to protect themselves from you. You’re like a freaking beast,I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.”

“I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.”

"I love making you mad.”

“Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.”

"I want you so much it scares me.”

“In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.”

“People can think whatever they like....I don't desire their validation.”

“I do like his face.”

“The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is.”

“Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”

“You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—”

"Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare to you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me,"

“And if you insist on continuing to make assumptions about my character, I’ll advise you only this: assume you will always be wrong.”

I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it.”

“Water that never moves.Its fine for a little while. You can drink from it and it'll sustain you. But if it sits too long it goes bad. It grows stale. It becomes toxic.I need waves. I need waterfalls. I want rushing currents.”

“You know what just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.”

“Why do you call her 'love'?"

“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.”

You just like him for his personality, huh?"

"This is so depressing."

“You deserve so much more than charity,"

“I am enough, and I always will be.”

“I've finally gotten to a point in my life where I'm not afraid to speak. Where my shadow no longer haunts me. And I don't want to lose that freedom--not again. I can't go backward. I'd rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.”

"You deserve to live, You deserve to be alive.”

“This is not a funny moment. It’s not. I’m not laughing”

“You allow the world to think you're a heartless murderer, and you’re not.”

"And I don't think that you're a psychopath. I also don't think you're a sick, twisted monster. I don't think that you're a heartless murderer, and I don't think you deserve to die, and I don't think you're pathetic. Or stupid. Or a coward. I don't think you're any of the things people have said about you.”

"I don't even know why we're friends.”

"I like it when you call me sweetheart."

"It's like a soap opera... But with worse acting."

“I have never known this kind of peace. Never known this kind of comfort. And sometimes I am afraid that my love will terrify you.”

“I’m not an idiot. I have reasons for the things I say.”

“no I'm afraid I'm just the regular kind of murderer.”

You're a coward,You want to be with me and it terrifies you. And you're ashamed,Ashamed you could ever want someone like me. Aren't you?”

“Ohhhhhh, so you’re threatening me now? Little crybaby knows how to make threats now?

"No one who cares about what happens to me. I'm not in the business of making friends, love. My job is to lead an army, and it's the only thing I'm good at. No one,"

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.”

"would you rather I use the proper anatomical terminology? Because you lady bits do not scare me-"

"Yeah, it sounds like we're going to go all peacock and hope they find us attractive enough to mate with.

“You have just started a war.”

“I would rather be dead, than go back to being silent and suffocated.”

. "I mean, I've got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don't mind me staring -"

“I have never claimed to live by any set of principles,"

"There's nothing wrong with you that isn't already wrong with me,"

“I never even tried. Because I let the world teach me to hate myself. I was a coward who needed someone else to tell me I was worth something before I took any steps to save myself.”

"Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.”

“I'm here for you kid. That's what friends are for.”

“I understand perfectly. He's fallen for your quiet, timid shell. For who you used to be. He has no idea what you're capable of. What you might do if you're pushed too far.”

"I've never claimed to be right, or good, or even justified in my actions. I have been forced to do terrible things in my life, love, and I am seeking neither your forgiveness nor your approval. Because I do not have the luxury of philosophizing over scruples when I'm forced to act on basic instinct every day.”

“I will be unapologetic. I will live with no regrets. I will reach into the earth and rip out the injustice and I will crush it in my bare hands.”

No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”

“I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.”

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”

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m-jelly · 9 months

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Bodyguard's Touch - Chapter 7

@ladycheesington <3

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, bodyguard Levi, romance, fluff, falling in love, cute, emotional hurt, comfort, protective Levi, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, jealous Levi.

What's in this chapter: You and your father talk and Levi expresses some deep emotions. Levi asks you a big important question. You hear your mother's will. Something shocking happens to you which leads to some wonderful news.

AO3 link

Part 8

Sebastian smiled at Erwin as he was informed of the plans to go to the city to get your money, once you had it you’d all be moving on. Sebastian pulled his eyes from Erwin and noticed Levi was gazing out the kitchen window at you. “Excuse me, Erwin.”

Erwin looked over at Levi. “Ah, I understand.” He chuckled. “You should talk to him.”

Sebastian walked over to his son and sighed. “What’s on your mind?”

Levi watched you walk with your father and talk. “She’s been out there for a while.”

“Mm?”

“I’m worried.”

Sebastian ruffled his son’s hair. “I get it. You want to do everything for the person you love but have faith, son. She’s strong and she finally has a parent again. She seems happy.”

Levi groaned a bit. “Dad, I feel terrible.”

“Why?”

He looked away from you and looked at his father with sad guilty eyes. “I’m happy she has a good dad in her life. I like Bruce, he’s an incredible and kind man.” He released a long sigh. “But a part of me is jealous and possessive. I want her all to myself and I want her to be with me right now, not him. I want her to cuddle and smile with me, not him.” He put his head in his hands. “I’m a terrible person.”

Sebastian smiled. “You’re not a terrible person, you’re just madly in love with her. You should talk to her.”

Levi gasped. “No! She’ll think I’m selfish and horrible.”

“She won’t. She loves you and she’ll probably feel the same.”

“Okay…”

Sebastian hugged Levi tightly. “You’re a good boy full of love and emotions. Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are.”

Levi squeezed his dad. “Promise.”

You looked over at your home to see Levi and Sebastian hugging. “Aww, so cute.”

Bruce looked over and smiled. “He’s a good man.”

You blushed. “Yeah, he’s the best.”

“You two love each other?”

You nodded. “Deeply. Like how you described you and mum were.” You stared at the picture Bruce gave you of your mum and him. “You two were so happy. I can’t believe you were ripped apart by your own brother.” You welled up. “I can’t believe my mum ran from you. She broke your heart and made you think…”

Bruce jumped when you flung yourself into his arms and hugged him. He squeezed you tightly and felt joy in his heart. “Sweetpea, please don’t be sorry. Your mother did what was best for you. Yes, I missed out on you growing up, but at least I have you back and I can be a father to you.” He cleared his throat as he felt nervous. “And maybe I can be an amazing grandfather.”

You giggled. “Yeah.” You released him and sighed. “So, what will we do about Mum being murdered?”

Bruce sighed. “Sebastian says he’s going to take it all to the police. He has some connections there that will not be bought by my brother. I’ll be helping him.”

You gazed at him. “Be careful, Dad.”

Bruce’s eyes widened before filling with tears. He smiled brightly and nodded. “I will.”

You blushed a bit. “So, I was thinking we have a father-daughter day…”

“I would love that!” He clasped his hands together. “I’ll think of something for us!”

Levi called your name as he walked closer with a blush. “Can we talk?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

He stood at your side. “Sorry for taking her, Bruce.”

Bruce winked at Levi. “Don’t be sorry, you need my daughter. I’ll go chat to your father.”

“Thanks.” Levi held your hands and gently squeezed. “It’s nothing bad against you, kitten.”

You leaned over and kissed Levi. “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah.”

You pulled him over to the lover’s swing and sat in Levi’s arms. “Take your time.”

He squeezed you as he put together his thoughts. “I uh…I had bad thoughts.”

“Bad thoughts?”

He nodded. “When I saw you with your father spending time together, I was so happy that you have a parent again. However, I was jealous.” He whined. “I want you to myself. I want to be the one to comfort you and shower you with love. I want to be the one you turn to. I want to be the one who holds you.” He whined. “I’m sorry, I’m a horrible person.”

“You’re not horrible.” You sat up and gazed at Levi. “You are incredible and wonderful. You are just filled with so much love for me. I feel the same as you. I get possessive and jealous. I want you all to myself.”

“You feel the same?”

You nodded. “I do. I really do.” You kissed him and smiled. “We’ve always been together. We’ve not been apart since we first met. We’re very dependent on each other and that’s okay.”

He sniffed a bit. “You’re not mad or disappointed in me?”

You cupped his face and held back squeals due to how adorable he looked. “No, I’m not mad or disappointed. I think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Levi Ackerman, I love you with all my heart and soul. I don’t ever want to be apart from you.”

Levi gazed at you. “Marry me.”

Your eyes widened. “H-huh!?”

He grabbed your hands and squeezed them. “You’re right, so right. There is no one I want more in my life. You are my forever, you are my happy ending, you are my life and my soul. I want to be with you until the end of time.”

You welled up. “Levi.”

“Marry me.”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want to marry you.”

He crashed his lips against yours and moaned a little. “Oh, wait I need a ring!”

You giggled. “I don’t need one.”

“I want to get you one.”

“Well, I’m happy to get something simple.”

He sighed as he played with your hands. “Mm. You deserve better than simple.” He jumped to his feet and pulled you against him. “We have to go! We have to get the ring, now.”

You laughed as you ran with Levi. “Okay!”

Levi ignored the stares of his parents, your father and Erwin because he was a man on a mission. He ran with you into town and slowed down when he reached the shop he wanted. He squeezed your hand as he looked at the jewellery store. “Let’s look.”

You walked inside with him. “Can I buy a ring for you?”

Levi blushed hard. “Y-Yes.”

You giggled. “Good!”

He walked around the room with you and stopped by the rings. “So many…” He huffed. “Needs to be perfect.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek. “You pick mine and I’ll pick yours.”

“Okay.”

You turned your back to Levi and looked at the rings for men. You spotted the perfect one for Levi which was a simple black steel ring that you knew would look incredible on Levi. You pointed to it and told them Levi’s ring size. You paid for it and turned to Levi to see he was just paying as well. You smiled at him before walking out together with blushes.

Levi walked with you to your favourite spot just out of town, it was a cute bench that looked out at the land and was so peaceful. He pulled you to sit next to him and fiddled with the bag he had. “I have the perfect ring.”

You grinned. “Me too.”

He opened the bag and showed you the ring box. He opened it to reveal a white gold ring with a simple decoration and stones. “I know you like simple and delicate things, so I thought this was perfect. It reminds me a bit of winter and ice.”

You gasped in delight. “It’s incredible.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” You offered your hand to your lover. “It’s the perfect engagement ring.”

Levi slipped the ring on. “I’m glad you like it.”

You leaned closer and kissed Levi. “Thank you.” You admired your ring. “It’s just so beautiful.”

“You’re more beautiful.”

“Smooth talker.”

He blushed. “Um…can…can I see my ring?”

You pulled out the ring box and opened it. “It’s not as pretty as yours, but I saw it and thought of you.”

Levi grabbed the ring and put it on. “It’s perfect. I love it.” He gazed at it on his ring finger and began blushing hard. “I love it. I love you.” He cupped your face and kissed you. “You’re my everything.” He pulled you onto his lap. “Our wedding!”

You giggled. “I have an idea about that.”

“You do?”

You nodded and shifted on his lap. “The money my mother saved…I think some of it should go towards our wedding. I know not all of it can because spending millions on a wedding seems a bit too much.”

Levi frowned. “I think it is perfectly reasonable because you deserve to be treated like a Queen.”

You hummed a laugh. “No, Levi. I’m not spending millions on a wedding. I think the money will go a bit towards it and some towards our kids.”

Levi blushed hard. “Yes, it’s perfect for our kids.”

You kissed Levi and sighed. “We should head home and tell our parents.”

Levi squeezed you. “Mum will go crazy.”

“She probably will. It’ll be cute.”

He hummed a laugh. “Yeah.”

You fixed your outfit and released a long sigh. “Do I look okay?”

Levi cupped your face and kissed the end of your nose. “You look incredible.”

You let out a long sigh. “Can’t believe I’m going to the reading of my mother’s will.” You nibbled your lip. “Will they be there?”

Levi nodded as he fixed your hair. “Likely.”

“I’m nervous and scared.”

“I won’t leave your side, okay?”

You nodded and pressed against Levi. “Mm.”

Levi massaged his fingers into your hair. “You don’t have to go. Erwin has said he’s happy to go on our behalf.”

“I have to, for my mother.”

“You’re so strong.”

You whined. “Thank you.”

Bruce walked over to you as he adjusted his suit. “You both okay?”

Levi rubbed your back. “She’s a bit worried.”

“We won’t let the Carters get close to you, okay?”

You nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Dad.”

He whined. “Sorry, I’m not used to it yet. It makes me too happy.”

“I’m glad.”

He cleared his throat. “I should let you be comforted by your fiancé and not me.”

Levi gave you a little push. “Go hug him. Only one though and then you’re mine.”

You giggled and kissed Levi’s cheek. “Good boy.”

“Hm.”

You hurried over to Bruce and hugged him. “It’ll get better, Dad. Today will be a goodbye to them.”

He squeezed you. “You’re right.”

You welled up. “And to Mum.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “It’s okay. We’ll be at your side the whole time.”

You sniffed and nodded. “Mm.”

Bruce smiled softly. “I’ll drive, you two sit in the back.”

Levi pulled you into the back of the car and held you. He kissed your temple and hummed in happiness. He took your left hand and smiled softly. “What are we going to do about our wedding cake, Mrs Ackerman?”

You blushed hard. “Mm…well…I could make it, but I think your Mum wants to.” You released a long sigh. “Your Mum is incredible at cooking and baking. I’m so well-fed since she’s been here.”

Levi chuckled. “She likes people to be full.”

“She’s been teaching me some recipes. I have asked her if I can make some of the stuff in the bakery and she’s given me the thumbs up.”

“That’s wonderful.”

You snuggled up to Levi. “I hope my cooking and baking are good. Your mother is incredible and my stuff is just okay.”

Levi cupped your face. “Are you kidding me? Your food and baking are the best in the world. I love everything you make. I look forward to your food. Please, don’t stop cooking and baking at home.”

You pressed your face against Levi’s chest. “Mm…okay.”

“Good girl.” Levi held you and closed his eyes for a while. He took a small nap before waking up when the sounds of the city started to irritate him. He looked out and knew in that moment that he was glad he moved away. Levi was always pissed off in the city because deep down he hated it. He looked down at you and his irritation went away. Love filled his heart as you made him feel safe and happy.

You lifted your head and yawned. “Mm, I knew it. I could just feel that we were in the city.” You sighed. “I felt restless.”

“I’m the same here. I don’t like the place.”

You shifted in your seat and sighed. “Dad, are we almost there?”

He glanced in the mirror. “Yeah, just down the road. It’ll be okay.”

You gripped Levi’s hand. “Yes, it’ll be okay.”

Levi kissed the back of your hand. “Think about our wedding and the kids we’ll have.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah…”

Bruce pulled up and looked over to Erwin pulling up with Levi’s parents in the car. “All right, let’s go.”

Levi got out and helped you out of the car. “You don’t have to say anything in there, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

Levi kissed your forehead. “You’re so strong.”

“I am.”

Erwin walked over and sighed. “Ready to go in?”

Levi looked down at you. “Well, kitten?”

You nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Levi held you close as you both moved inside the building with Erwin, Levi’s parents and your dad leading. You gripped Levi tightly as your nerves filled through you. You gulped hard as you fought your worries. “Wedding…babies.”

Levi looked down at you. “Yes.”

You smiled a little. “Pretty wedding and cute babies.”

“You’ve got it.” He chuckled. “We’ll have the best wedding and family.”

Bruce opened the door to the meeting room and sighed. “I’m not surprised they got here first.” He looked over at you. “Hold your head high, okay?”

You nodded. “I will.”

Levi held your hand and walked with you to two seats that were waiting for you. He kept a tight hold of your hand as the Carters glared at you. Levi saw you were getting nervous under the glares. “What dress are you going to wear for our wedding?”

You locked eyes with Levi. “Mm…something simple.”

“You know, you could wear anything and look incredible.”

You giggled. “Even if it was a night dress.”

“Yep.”

You placed your hand on his thigh and squeezed. “Shall we go dress and suit shopping after this?”

He kissed you. “Yeah, I think that’d be perfect.”

“Whore.” Heather glared at you and Levi kissing.

You grabbed Levi and kissed him with passion. “Mine.”

Levi purred. “Mine.”

Joy tutted. “Don’t worry, Heather, you’ll get a better man. You deserve a diamond, not dirt.”

Kuchel growled. “Better to have a child out of love, than two from an affair.”

You cleared your throat. “Levi?”

Levi smiled at you. “Our babies will be so adorable. What names are you thinking?”

You blushed. “Um…Daisy for a girl? Lilly is cute and Evan.”

He kissed your temple. “Perfect.”

The lawyer walked in and smiled when he saw Sebastian. “Seb, hey.”

Sebastian shook his hand. “Good to see you again. Thank you for reading this will officially for us.”

“My pleasure. It’s about time someone put them lot are put in their place.” He sat down and opened his file. “We are gathered here to read the will of,” he said your mother’s name and smiled at you. “Please remain quiet as I do.” He read through it all that stated millions were all yours and the Carters, except for Burce, were not allowed to get anywhere near you or the money. If the Carters went for you, legal action would take place. He called your name as he smiled. “We just need you to sign a few papers and the money is all yours.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Chester shot to his feet. “That money is mine!”

The lawyer shook his head. “No, you gave it away. You paid her to be quiet. Therefore, the money is your niece’s.”

Bruce stood between you and Chester. “Leave my daughter alone.”

Chester snarled. “That woman was mine and you took her! That girl there should have been my daughter!”

“She never loved you. You were obsessed and a stalker. All you are, are a cold-hearted man with a wife who loathes you, two children who aren’t yours and both are terrified of you. You have nothing good to offer this world. Your company is full of manipulation and crime. Your products are cheap shit with an expensive label slapped on them.”

The lawyer smiled, but he was only being polite. “May I ask all members of the Carter family, except Bruce, now leave? We are about to sign the forms and when we do, you all have to stay away.”

You hurried over to the table. “I’m ready to sign. I want them gone.”

He presented the papers to you. “All yours.”

You picked up the pen and signed the forms. “Goodbye, Mum.”

Levi hugged you. “Well done.” He stared at the Carters as they shouted at you and called you names. “Tch.”

You looked up at Levi and smiled. “Kiss.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “You can have all the kisses.”

You hummed a laugh. “Good.”

The lawyer cleared his desk up. “We should go to the bank and get you access to the money and do the transfer.”

Levi pulled you along as he followed the lawyer’s lead. He held you inside the bank and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw your bank account after the transfer. You were set for many lifetimes. He held you as you got emotional. Levi knew things were going to get a bit rough with the Carters trying to get the money, but he promised to himself that he was going to make everything better for you. He was going to make sure you were always happy.

You hummed in thought as you looked at some flowers. You frowned and pouted a bit before turning to Kuchel. “I don’t know.”

Kuchel picked up some lavender. “How about this?”

You gasped in delight. “Yes! I think Levi would love them at our wedding.”

Kuchel noted it down. “Perfect! Lavender at a wedding.”

You released a long sigh and looked out the shop window to see Erwin walking with a curvy local girl. You smiled at how both were laughing and flirting. You grabbed Kuchel’s arm when they held hands and kissed. “Yes! Finally!”

Kuchel squealed in delight. “Yes! Oh, perfect! They’re the best couple.”

“Erwin loves his ladies nice and plump. Those thick thighs of hers and that booty is his calling.” You hummed a laugh. “Kate is wonderful though. She’s so cool and kind.”

“I hope he invites her to the wedding.”

“He better.” You pouted. “I’ll make him invite her.”

Kuchel laughed. “You just want him to be happy.”

“I do. He’s done so much for me. He’s a good man.”

Kuchel turned and gazed at you. She smiled softly as love filled her heart. “I’m honoured to have you as my daughter-in-law.” She welled up. “I just love you so much.”

You hummed a laugh. “I love you too and I see you as a mother.”

“I’m glad.” She hugged you tightly as she giggled. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too.”

She released you and sighed. “Let’s look more at some flowers!”

You nodded with a sweet smile. “We picked lavender, right?”

“Yes!” She walked away. “I think wildflowers would be good, don’t you? You’re having a nice country town wedding.” She turned to look at you. “Oh, but it’s not my choice. Sorry, I got too excited.”

You giggled. “It’s okay. This makes me feel like I’m out with my mother planning my wedding. I never got the chance, so I’m living this perfect moment with you. I love it.”

Kuchel softly said your name as her eyes filled with tears. “Really?”

You nodded and bowed a little. “Thank you.”

Kuchel clasped her hands together in front of her chest. She grinned brightly and felt so much happiness inside her. She flinched when the glass behind you shattered and a red mark appeared just above your collarbone and then another near your gut. She watched in horror as you collapsed in front of her and the sounds of something fast flying past her head. She dove for you and held you close and felt something hot and wet on her skin. She looked out the window to see someone in all black get onto a motorbike and race off, but a sheriff’s car quickly followed.

Kuchel looked down at your face to see you were fighting hard to keep your eyes open. She looked up and saw Erwin was holding Kate. “HELP!” Kuchel panted and screamed again. “HELP!”

Erwin sprinted over to Kuchel as he pulled Kate along. He shoved the door open. “Kuchel!? You were here?”

Kuchel sobbed your name. “She’s been shot! Get an ambulance.”

The shop owner hurried over. “I’ve called them!” He pointed to his phone. “On with them now. They say put pressure on her wounds.” He nodded. “Yes…yes…okay! Press the one near her gut the most and keep her awake.”

Erwin tapped on his phone. “I’ll call Levi.” He gripped the phone tightly. “Levi, you need to get to the florists, now.” He gulped and said your name. “She’s…she’s been shot. There’s blood…get here.”

Kuchel put pressure on your wound near your gut. “Hold on, please hold on.”

You tried to take a breath, but it felt like something was wrong with your lungs. “Kuchel…it’s okay…”

She welled up. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not…your…fault.”

“Hold on, please. You need to marry Levi and be happy.”

You smiled. “Promise.” You gulped. “Are you…okay?”

“I didn’t get shot.” She shook a little. “Now is not the time to think of me.”

You panted as you tried to fight exhaustion. You grunted and smiled when you heard the ambulance. “It’ll be…okay.” You turned your head when you heard Levi shouting your name. “Levi.”

Levi stumbled into the shop and stopped when he saw you. He shook as he said your name. “You…”

You reached out to him with a shaky hand. “Levi.”

Levi dropped to his knees and held your hand. “I’m here.” He kissed your hand. “I’m right here.”

You smiled at Levi’s tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t cry…it’ll be…okay…”

“I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

You gulped. “Lavender.”

He frowned. “What?”

You smiled. “Lavender…for…wedding.”

His eyes widened before a smile spread on his face. “Perfect. I love that idea.” Levi shifted a bit for the paramedics to treat you. “Keep your eyes open, okay?”

You hummed. “Yeah.”

Levi kept a tight hold of your hand. He hurried with you to the ambulance once they’d stopped the bleeding. He sat in the ambulance with your blood all over him. He shook a little as his tears ran down his cheeks. He looked over at you as you lay on the bed with your eyes closed. He reached over and held your hand. He sniffed a bit and tried to keep his thoughts positive. He focused on the last things you said to him about lavender.

He ran with the paramedics inside the hospital but felt panic fill him when they wouldn’t let him go with you. “Please, I have to be with her.”

The doctor smiled. “She’ll be okay. We’re taking her for surgery. Please, wait out here with the nurses and we’ll bring her back all fixed.”

Levi shook a little. “But…”

A nurse rubbed his back. “Come sit with me. I’ll get you something to drink. I would offer you some clothes, but the cops will need to talk to you.”

Levi sat and hummed. “Okay.” He accepted his tea and talked to the police. He watched his mother talk to the police as well before he rushed to her and held her. “Thank you, Mum.”

Kuchel squeezed her son. “I’m sorry she got hurt under my watch.”

Levi released her. “There was nothing you could have done. I’m just glad you were there for her. I don’t know what I would have done if she was alone.”

A detective nodded and sighed as he talked to Erwin. “Thank you. Um, Mr Ackerman and Mrs Ackerman, I hate to do this but we need your clothes for evidence.”

The nurse smiled. “I’ll get you some scrubs to wear.”

Levi walked with the nurse to the bathroom and cleaned up in the showers. He changed into the scrubs and watched the police bag his clothes and take them. “Did you catch the shooter?”

The officer nodded. “We did thanks to the fast-acting sheriff, he might be old but he was determined.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“I hope she gets better.”

Levi nodded. “Thank you, me too.” He moved over to the waiting area and sat down. “Anything yet?”

Kuchel shook her head. “Nothing.”

Levi put his head in his hands. “Fuck.”

“No news is good news.”

Erwin paced. “She’s right.”

Bruce sprinted down the hall calling your name. “Where is she? Where is my daughter?”

Erwin stopped him. “In surgery, that’s all we know.”

“My poor baby.” He looked over at Levi. “Levi…” He pulled Levi into his arms and hugged him. “She’ll be okay.”

Levi released Bruce when he saw the doctor walk over. “Is she okay?”

The doctor pulled their mask off and smiled. “She did amazing. We’ve stopped the bleeding. Nothing vital was damaged. Your fiancée and baby are perfectly healthy.”

Levi gulped hard. “Baby?”

The doctor stared at Levi. “You didn’t know?”

“No…no we…she doesn’t know.”

The doctor blushed. “Well, she is and she’s two months along.”

Levi blushed when he remembered your passionate lovemaking session when you said no condom. “That’s…wonderful.” He welled up and couldn’t stop smiling. “I can’t wait to tell her the news.”

“I’ll take you to her room.” He laughed as Levi’s parents and your dad celebrated the news of being grandparents. “Ready?”

Levi nodded and followed the doctor. “Thank you for saving her.”

“I’m glad I could save her and the baby.” They opened the door. “Have a full life with them.”

“I promise.”

“I’ll leave you be.”

Levi bowed his head before he approached you. He sat on the bed and held your hand. “Wake up soon. Wake up and tell me you love me.”

You groaned. “Love you.”

Levi’s eyes widened as he said your name. “You’re awake? How are you awake already?”

You opened your eyes and smiled weakly. “I was beckoned by your voice.”

“Flirt.”

“Kiss.”

Levi leaned down and kissed you. “I have something to tell you.”

You frowned. “What is it? Is it something bad? Did the shooter get away?”

Levi rubbed your cheek. “They caught him. I have something more important to tell you.”

“Did Kuchel get hurt?”

“No, she’s fine.” He cupped your face. “Kitten, you’re pregnant.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Two months. The doctor found out while you were in surgery.” He smiled. “We’re going to have a baby.”

You cried hard. “A baby!”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so happy!”

Levi chuckled. “Me too.”

You sniffed and tried to rub your tears. “Really? You’re happy?”

“I am.” He laughed. “This is perfect.” He covered your face in kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

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Loki x Reader -> Killer Love

WARNING!: Blood, Gore, Murder, detailed murder, brutal (I think that's it) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

CHAPTER 1

„No ! Please ! Let us go, please !!“, a man yelled in panic.

„Now why would I do that ?“, the kidnapper asked.

„We have a family !“, the woman now begged.

„So ? You always abused your own children. Fooled your family members for more money and planned to kill them all. I do not see a reason to set you free.“

„We will change ! We promise !“, the man again pleaded.

„People like you, never change. No matter how many second chances they get.“

With that a chainsaw was heard and the man saw a person with a hood and mask, approach his wife.

„No ! Selina !!!“, the man yelled in panic.

The chainsaw cut off the woman’s arms and she screamed in pain, horror and fear. The man yelled and cried and begged the kidnapper to stop. They never did. Soon the woman bled out and died. Then the man got the same fate to feel. As that was over, the person took them both and dragged them away. They drove deep into a forest, threw them careless out with their cut away body parts, sorted them, and then left again.

The next day arrived and a phone rang. The owner of it groaned in annoyance and picked up, sleepy and grumpy.

„Loki Laufeyson, what can I do for you ?“, he answered grumpy.

„Loki ! We need your services here. Two corpses have been found. It looks bad. I hope you have a strong stomach.“, someone told him on the other end of the phone.

„Daniel…Can’t you call Dr. Bruce Banner for that ?“

„I can’t. He is on vacation.“

Now Loki sat up in pure shock and anger.

„WHAT ?!“

„Did…did no one tell you ?“

„No. No one told me !“

„You are the only available person right now. I am sorry…“

Loki huffed but stood up.

„And I was happy, that I will have a day off, as promised…“, he mumbled.

„I am sorry. How long do you think will you need to get here ?“

„Depends on…where is here ?“

„Oh ! I am so sorry ! It is the Wild Forest Blue Mountain. A few police men will wait for you outside the forest, so you will be able to find us. We are pretty deep inside it.“

„Alright. I will be by the forest in 30 minutes. I will see you there.“

„Okay. Be careful out there, Dr. Laufeyson.“

„I will be.“

With that Loki hung up. What kind of Doctor is he ? He is a coroner. He looks at every corpse, cuts them open, looks for clues and tells the criminal police and Detectives, his colleagues in short, if it was murder, what he found, what they should look for, or if it was a natural death or suicide. All in all…busy shit on one corpse for 3 days straight…

Joy…

‚Hopefully this will be easy and quick…‘, Loki thought to himself as he dressed up.

Lately more dead bodies appeared and Loki couldn’t find any clues. No fingerprints, no hair, no skin, no blood…just NOTHING !! He only found out the cause of death, but never anything to track down the murderer. Loki himself was very pissed at that. They let other coroner check after Loki’s results and also came up with the same, like Loki. He hated it, that they always want to assure themselves, that he wasn’t working sloppy. It was annoying…

Loki arrived at the forest. The Blue Mountain Forest. He saw the police men instantly. 10 men and 1 woman. He went over to them and showed them his ID.

„Dr. Loki Laufeyson. I was called by Daniel Gregory Shengui.“, Loki explained.

„He informed us, Dr. Laufeyson. Follow us.“, one of the police men said.

Loki nodded and with that they were on their way. As soon as Loki arrived he covered his mouth in disgust. But not of the corpses or the smell, he was used to that by now. But by the fat man, searching the woman’s mouth, WITHOUT any gloves. He is not even supposed to touch the dead body !

„Hey !“, Loki yelled.

The fat man continued, not even bothering to stop. The police men saw it now too and went over to him, grabbed him and dragged him away. Right to Loki.

„You are not allowed to touch the dead body ! Now your DNA is on her and you could have destroyed important evidence !“, Loki yelled angered at the man.

The fat man wasn’t even police, just a civilest.

„Who are you to tell me what to do ?! That is my daughter, that lays there dead with her husband !“

„I can’t detect the killer, if you destroy every evidence and then you could be suspected as the killer ! Every fool knows that !“, Loki snarled back at the man.

„And what are you ?!“

„I am a coroner. I am here to search the corpses for evidence, to detect the killer.“

„Loki ! There you are !“, Daniel called.

„If you excuse me.“, Loki stormed off to Daniel.

„I was worried that you couldn’t make it…“, he said.

„I made it, now the dead bodies ?“

„You won’t like it. There isn’t much left of them…“

„What are you talking about ? I saw the woman with all of her body parts.“, Loki said confused.

Daniel pointed his finger at the dead bodies. Loki looked at them closer and his eyes widened in shock.

„Oh my God…“, he said.

Just then he saw, what Daniel meant. They were complete, but…their limbs were separate from their bodies. Just the torso and head were still together.

„Did the killer put them like that, or the police men ?“, Loki asked calmly.

„The Killer must have been it. They had family. 4 children, 1 sister – in – law, 2 brothers – in – law, 2 nephews, 2 nieces, 2 fathers – in – law and 1 mother – in – law.“

„A pretty big family…“, Loki mumbled.

„Yes. I found a bit information and found out that their 4 children were always injured badly and were scared to talk about it, the parents said that they have no idea and never left the hospital room, when the police interrogated them. Like they knew what the kids would say, if they weren’t present. We suspected that they abused them.“, a woman said.

Loki turned around and smiled brightly.(fake)

„Detective Wanda Maximoff !“

„You are on the case ? What happened to Detective Natasha Romanoff ?“, Loki asked.

„She is still on the other case. She said she will not accept it, that it just got closed, because we had no evidence of murder but suicide. When she returns, the Boss will give her a long break, so she will not overheat.“, she answered with shrugging her shoulders.

„Ah…“, was all Loki said to that.

„She is very determined, that the sperm, you found in the dead woman’s body, wasn’t from her Boyfriend. He said he and the victim had Sex before she died, but Detective Romanoff doesn’t believe it. She is determined that she got raped and then killed.“, Wanda told him stressed.

Loki chuckled dryly.

„I had a DNA test made, 15 times by the way, and it was always the same result. It was her Boyfriend’s. She wasn’t happy with her life, I guess.“, Loki said.

„The woman’s entrance looked ripped open by a huge dick or something. Found anything out about that ?“

Loki nodded and laughed at that.

„The boy told me, that she wanted him to shove his whole fist inside her entrance. It was her first time, fisting, and he moved too fast. It was probably because of that.“

Wanda looked at Loki for a long moment and then nodded. Wanda blushed at that.

„Sounds reasonable…“, she mumbled.

„You can gladly ask him yourself again.“, Loki offered.

„No, no ! I believe you. Detective Romanoff also did it already. He always said the same.“

Loki gave her a tight lipped smile.

„How are you and Vision holding up ?“, he asked her.

„We are good.“

„And ? Already had finally Sex ?“, he teased.

Wanda went red and punched Loki playfully.

„Watch it, Loki.“

He chuckled softly.

„Ah I see… Still too ashamed and scared of letting Vision fuck you and see you naked. I get it.“

„Loki ! I mean it ! Shut up !“, she said embarrassed.

„Darling, soon you have to let him in. He loves you, for you and not your body. He is still a man though and men get very easy to erect. I bet he is at home now and masturbating himself to you. You should finally make a move, Detective.“, Loki advised.

Wanda went even redder.

„You think so ?“

„I know so. I am a man, Wanda.“

„But you never had a Girlfriend or even a Boyfriend.“

„That is correct. But still, I was a Teenager and from there I know it. I got always a boner at every girl I saw as I was a Teenager.“, Loki said laughing.

„You did ?!“

„I did. But now it is over. Gosh I am a 23 year old man now. It stopped as I turned 17.“

„You never had…Sex…right ?“

„I did have. One girl was playing with my heart as I was 15 years old and at our 3rd date we had Sex. After that she left me. It was a bet and she won it. Since then I don’t trust people so easily.“, Loki growled out.

„I am sorry about that, Loki.“

„It was nothing. You don’t have to say sorry for my foolish mistakes in the past. It was my own doing.“

„But you could be happy now !“

„I prefer it this way anyways.“, Loki told her simply.

„Why ?“

„Women are stressful to begin with. Not every, but most. I earn good money and most women would use it to buy expensive things and stop working themselves. Most of them just play with a man’s heart. As soon as they know, who my adoptive Brother is, they will swoon for him and forget about me very quickly. Do I need to add more, Detective Wanda ?“, Loki huffed out.

„Not every woman is like that, Loki.“

„No. Then they command you around and try to get their will through the man’s skull. I am not a puppy to command around.“, Loki huffed.

„Wow…Okay, I will ask you something and you will be honest with your answer. Okay ?“

„What is it, Wanda ?“

„Have you ever heard of Destiny Dust ?“

Loki looked at her in confusion.

„I have not. Why ?“

„She has many jobs. Author, Secretary, Waitress and historian. 4 jobs, much work and very good money. She also helps us here out some times.“

„How does she manage that ?“

„Easy. 1 week Secretary, 2nd week Waitress, 3rd week Historian and the rest is always Author. After work and the 4th week in total. Her chefs all agreed and if there is an emergency, her chefs will gladly let her go to take care of that. She is always all over the place, and makes great money for all her efforts. She is fucking rich. And she is my best friend.“

Loki’s eyes widened in utter shock.

„Why is she doing all that ? What did she study ?“

„Well…she studied many things. Doctor, Electrician, Wood carving, I.T., making Computer games, baking, repairing of electrical devices, Musician, Cook, History, Literature just…almost everything. She helps out in the whole New Yorker City ! It is unbelievable ! Well…besides of course prostitutes, murder and other illegal things. She hates body selling. Sex is something special, that is what she said. To find the right one, you have to wait. If you fuck everything in the City, then you will never find your love. And even if you would, he wouldn’t love you back, because you already fucked the whole City.“

„Wise words of her. Wise words…“, Loki agreed.

„She still hasn’t had anyone as her Boyfriend. Still single and she is 22 already ! Next month she is 23 years old. She is the same opinion as you are, just on men sadly.“

„What was that ?“, Loki asked dangerously sweet.

„You heard me. She thinks the problem are men.“

Loki looked at Wanda angered.

„She will regret that…“, Loki told her dangerously.

„She is right, Loki. Her love life showed her exactly that. Since she was a little girl. Men always…hated her existence.“

He looked at Wanda in question.

„What do you mean ?“

„Well…her Father abused her and her Mother. Then in Kindergarten the boys bullied her. In school it was even worse and she became suicidal, until I met her and made friends with her. I protected her when I could. The men she dated always expected her to pay for food or to buy them anything very expensive. They all wanted to use her for her money, but she saw right through them. The last man, that dated her, even abused her and threatened her that, if she won’t buy him anything very expensive and gives him all her money, he will kill her. She had a week time, but she didn’t give him anything. The next day, I found her barely alive and rushed her to the hospital.“

Loki looked very angered at that.

„Since then she stopped everything with dating anyone. Since then she hates men. It would surprise me, if you would change her mind and become her friend. She is just my friend. She has no one else. Well…besides her 2 cats and a little bird. The cats are, one female and one male and the bird is female.“

„When will you meet her again ?“

„Today. After I am gone with your results and reports.“

„May I come with you ? I wish to meet her.“

„Well…I can ask her. Wait a minute. I will give her a call…“

Wanda went away and pulled out her phone. Then she tapped on a number and called. While she called, Loki continued to investigate the corpses.

‚Very clean work…‘, Loki thought amazed.

‚Probably the same Killer again… Ugh. More work…AGAIN.‘

#Killer Love chapter 1 #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fem!reader #Destiny Dust is the Reader #Different AU #Read warnings on the top

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Sorry the comic anon again

I know we mostly focus the woke shit but comics also fall apart because

1. Rampant big events that cause more damage than good

2. Rampant character assassination and development erasure that cause serve damage (don’t get me fucking started on Dan Didio 5G plans and how that effect a character I was invested in)

3. PAINFULLY obvious writers who don’t check the characters they are writing past unless it’s a certain run.

4. And keeping the same godawful status quo that keep a endless cycle of the same shit again and again.

There more, but marvel and dc purposely put them into the landmines and refuse to properly adapt their stories and money making ways to modern era. I can’t blame just the wokies, I have to blame th embodiment of a strawman manchild like Dan didio

I know this long, but hear what the head of dc comics from the early 2010’s to 2020 said

https://www.omega-level.net/2013/09/09/frown-dcs-dan-didio-says-heroes-shouldnt-happy-lives/

Oh, absolutely mainstream comics have been shit for decades. I love that you made a numbered list because I have things to say and this makes it easy to organize, XD

FUCK EVENT COMICS. God, I used to love these things when they were rare. They felt meaningful and they were the only time you got to see some characters interact with each other, and it felt special because it was unique. Secret War, Crisis on Infinite Earths, No Man's Land, and Age of Apocalypse are some of my favorite comic stories ever. Reading the No Man's Land novelization was actually what got me into Batman comics in the first place, and from there into DC itself (eventually). Until then, the only comics I'd read were Marvel staples like X-Men and Spider-Man (which, believe it or not, used to be the only two Marvel characters 90% of mainstream fans liked) and Spawn. But event comics also completely killed my interest in DC and Marvel. Civil War ruined pretty much every character I liked, along with everything I enjoyed about the Marvel universe. And Flashpoint killed DC for me, while the New 52 dug up its grave and did unmentionable things to the corpse. Now, event comics happen all the time. Hell, DC rebooted its main universe I think three times in a 10 year span. And dear God don't get me started on multiverses. They used to be an interesting concept, but now they're just a receptacle for every idea that was too shitty for even modern Marvel/DC editors to green light for the main continuity.

Yeah, way too many comics these days are written by people who hate the character they're writing for. It's vandalism, pure and simple. Taste, quality, respect for the character and its history, satisfying the fans, all gleefully thrown into the fire. It makes it impossible to get into any character, because the moment the writer changes so will everything good about the character. Even new characters aren't immune. The moment Bendis took over writing Jon Kent he artificially aged him up, completely changed his character, and basically did everything he could to ruin the magic of Tomasi's Super Sons run. Pissed me off to no end, because I was actually considering dipping my toes back into DC just to read more Super Sons than the stuff I saw on tumblr until that happened. Still makes me mad thinking about it.

I know this is kind of similar to the last point, but Batman writers constantly do this with Damian Wayne. It seems like every new writer has to throw out all his character development and reset him back to being a barely functioning murder baby. Though, that's also a problem with Batman, too. How many times has he cut himself off from his family and friends because "he works better alone" only to realize that he needs other people? 20, by now? 30? I mean, fuck, they did the "Batman needs to be a loner oh wait actually he needs his family" storyline twice in three years. No Man's Land in 1999 and Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive in 2002. I get that long running serials are going to repeat storylines, but fuck try to keep things consistent for a decade, at least. I don't think that's asking too much. Aside from the vandalism and wokeness, I think the major problem with American comics is that they have no idea how to write a character or a story long term. They just do whatever they think will boost sales or get people talking, find out they wrote themselves into a corner because they didn't think further than, at best, a year out, and then reboot their entire continuity again because they can't figure out any other way to get out of the whole they dug themselves into. Why would anyone get invested in a product like that?

This is where I'm going to disagree partly. I don't think the status quo is necessarily a bad thing. I think about it a lot when people won't shut up about how killing the Joker would prevent countless deaths, and actually Batman is an idiot for prioritizing his own morality over the lives of others by not killing him. In real life, that might be true. "Do the ends justify the means" is a moral problem humanity has been wrestling with since we invented morality. But comics aren't real life, and they're not supposed to be. In comics, there are good guys and bad guys. The good guys stop the bad guys from doing bad things, usually by fighting them, and then arrest them. Good guys follow a moral code, one that usually includes a no killing rule. They do this because if Batman kills off his rogues, or Superman rips Lex Luthor's heart out, you can't tell anymore stories with those characters. Heroes are defined, in many ways, by their villains. Batman without a Joker, or Two-Face, or Riddler, or Scarecrow, is less of a character. Not to say that he can never face any other bad guys, or that they can't be cycled in and out now and then, but you can't just kill them off. You can't have Batman kill them off. Especially when comic book deaths are meaningless anyway. Once you break one of the central pillars of Batman's morality, he is immediately a different character. Less of a character, in my opinion. Especially these days, where morals are more about whether or not a character supports the popular new slacktivist cause and less about the fundamental questions of universal human morality. So, I very much advocate for good status quos to stick around as long as possible. But you also need to recognize when the thing you're doing needs to change. It's a delicate balance, and one that's completely beyond most comic writers today.

Ugh, don't even get me started on that "characters can't be happy" bullshit. I'll be here all day. Suffice to say, it's a garbage line that only exists to excuse bad writing and the most shallow interpretation of drama. Super heroes can be happy and still be entertaining and have personal strife. Reading constant misery and knowing that every bit of happiness a character does find will be temporary is what's boring.

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He reloaded his computer once then twice and then one final time but no matter what it says the same. He can’t believe it. Talia lied to him, crushed his world, and then forced the lie upon him. She said she miscarried but the ten-year-old talking to Alfred in the med proves otherwise. Bruce had a son; he was a father, something so foreign to him. What even is a father Bruce wouldn’t know his father died when he was 8. Alfred is the closest he’ll ever get but neither man would be willing to admit that.

Bruce remembers meeting her for the first time. He was fourteen angry and in need of guidance and the League of Shadows gave him that. Talia was beautiful and elegant in a way Bruce had never seen before. Her tan skin was soft which contrasted with her rough calloused hands and her hair was long flowing down her back. Bruce was entranced the minute he saw her. Talia didn't make a move until he was seventeen though when he proved his strength and was finally going to leave the league. She came to him and ripped him up from the inside. He never came undone so thoroughly before his insides were mush and she was so sweetly cruel to him.

The two continued to mess around even with him gone until months later she told him of her pregnancy. She was a month along barely even a bump and Bruce was the happiest he had been since his parent's death. He was ready to give it all up his plans, his vengeance all for the bundle of joy Talia would bring. The miscarriage a month later broke him in ways he can’t explain. He never blamed her but a part of him felt it was the Lazarus pits fault that years of use festered and destroyed his child. Talia and he split almost immediately after he couldn’t bear being with knowing what they lost.

Now there’s a child of the right age that’s been dropped on Bruce's doorstep claiming to be his son. Bruce doesn’t know what hurts more the fact that it’s true and didn’t know about him until years later or that Talia lied and raised their son with league ideals without consulting him. Bruce wishes it was false and wishes that this child wasn’t his and just some league ploy to get under his skin but DNA doesn’t lie. Damian Al Goul is his son, his only son, and Talia made him a murderer.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred cuts through Bruce's internal monologue. Bruce looks away from the truth on the screen and to his butler. Alfred has his soulful eyes on with his arm lying in front of him. Alfred is going to try and give advice, but will Bruce listen, probably not. “Talk to him.”

Bruce's face pinches up ‘Talk to him’ Alfred says that like it’s easy. How is Bruce even meant to start that conversation oh hey ‘I’m your dad and Batman so stop killing!’ Yeah, that’d go well. Alfred raises one eyebrow his unsaid sass heard. Bruce sighs tiredly and moves to the med bay passing a pleased Alfred on his way.

He steps into the med bay. The bay has the newest medical equipment and two clean white beds. On the bed left of the entrance is where he sits. The boy looks up at Bruce once again taking his father in. They silently bask in each other’s presence unaware of how to approach the other. Bruce moves to the right bed sitting down in front of Damian.

“Son,” Bruce says almost as a need for confirmation. The acidic green eyes peer into Bruce’s icy blues. The two stare at each other waiting for one to back down. Neither do.

“Father.” Damian's voice is pitchy with a rich accent that makes its way into Bruce’s cementing his neglect. Damian should have a Middle Eastern, British, and polished New Jersey accent, not just the first. Bruce looks down ashamed, letting the ten-year-old win.

“You’ve killed?” Bruce asks, already knowing the answer but desperate for it to be different. Damian tilts his head and squints his eyes slightly pulling a sneer across his face.

“Tt, of course, do you believe me weak?” Damian snarls, his eyes glowing in anger at the perceived offense. Bruce puts his hands up in an attempt to show peace though the boy looks confused. Would Damian know peace probably not, how heartbreaking.

“No, it’s just I have a strict no-kill rule.” Bruce rushes to explain not wanting to further upset the volatile child assassin. The boy's face scrunches up with either confusion, judgment, or both. Damian scrutinizes him in silence, sizing Bruce up once more.

“How come, wouldn’t that make fighting… inconsequential?” Damian questioned accusingly like he expected Bruce to admit to lying.

“Some may think that but to me, killing would make me just as bad as the rogues,” Bruce explains knowing full well Damian will not see it that way.

“Idiotic.” Damian scoffs dramatically, rolling eyes.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Bruce tries to give a genuine smile but his face stains unused to the genuine movement. Damian's face scrunchs up in discomfort.

“Stop doing that.” Bruce laughs and Damian flames with anger. “Don’t laugh at me, you're the one looking like an imbecile!”

Bruce just laughs harder.

#batman #reverse robins #damian wayne #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #writing #fanfic #might make this a fic

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Eleven

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: None

Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho, claudiahxrdy , @christianbalefanatic, @librarianafterdark, @rosegxoxo

“They’re planning a public memorial for Gillian,” Demetria announced, setting the newspaper on the kitchen island for Bruce and Alfred to look at. “My guess is they’re gonna have it in the middle of the city during the afternoon like they did for the former mayor last year.”

“The perfect event for him to attack Garcia,” Bruce remarked, setting down his latte cup.

“Do you think he’s going to be...” she pursed her lips as she tried to come up with the correct word. “I wanna say ‘subtle’ but that’s not exactly correct.”

“Considering his method of violence, it won’t be. Then again, his methods do vary.”

She let out a sigh. “I think it’s stupid to have a public funeral considering he’s going to find a way to attack there. I mean, I get they want to do the whole ‘Gotham Strong’ bullshit, but they’re really just putting themselves at risk.”

“Some people don’t let what others fear interrupt their lives,” Alfred pointed out. “Many have continued their lives through plagues and pandemics.”

“I sometimes forget how accustomed people in this city are to violence and murder,” she exhaled softly.

Bruce walked over, wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing her cheek. “It’s still home.”

Demetria pulled out her cell phone from her back pocket. “I’m going to see if Harvey can persuade them to cancel this thing.”

Bruce chuckled. “Good luck.”

“You underestimate my skills, Wayne.” She dialed Harvey’s number, pressing the phone to her ear as it rang.

“This is Harvey Dent, District Attorney for Gotham City. I can’t come to the phone-.”

She let out a sharp “fuck” as she hung up. “Ok, I need to go to his office.”

Bruce’s head perked up. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea-.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, putting her hands on his. “I can get in there without being noticed. I just need you to trust me on this one, please.”

He glanced over at Alfred, who waved the white flag by turning away from the couple. He looked back at Demetria, who mumbled one last “please” before he gave in.

“Only if I drop you off.”

“I’ll take it.”

As she made her way to the bedroom, she dialed Grace’s number.

“Grace, hey, it’s Demetria. Listen, I need you to do me two huge favors.”

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If running in and out of cars quickly were an Olympic sport, Demetria would hold the gold medal. The second Bruce stopped the car, Demetria ran out. She sprinted toward the side back exit of the building and knocked on the door twice.

The door opened, Hank poking his head out.

“Hank, you’re a lifesaver,” Demetria greeted as the old man let her in.

“For you, anything.” He pointed up the stairs. “You know where you’re going?”

“Always.”

She bolted up the stairs, using any and all energy she could muster. While athleticism was not her strong suit, the urgency of the matter fueled her. By the time she made it to Harvey’s floor, the pain in her legs and stomach became a reminder that she needed to workout more.

She paused for a moment, catching her breath and letting out a couple “Oh fuck”s and “shit”s as she tried to gain whatever composure she could without wasting any tine. When she was able to muster just enough to get her to Harvey’s office, her pace picked up.

She burst through the door, her entrance causing Harvey and Mayor Garcia to jump out from their chairs.

“Jesus Demetria!” Harvey snapped.

“You have to postpone the memorial,” she cut him off. She turned to Mayor Garcia. “You can’t do this. Not right now. You’re endangering yourselves and the city.”

Mayor Garcia stood up. “Mrs. Wayne, I can assure-.”

She rolled up her sleeve to reveal her stitches. “This is what he did to me. That same night, he threw Rachel Dawes out the window and killed Gillian and the judge. He will go after you and anyone else just to get to Harvey at any given moment. He’s more strategic than you think he is. I am begging you to wait out. Please.”

Mayor Garcia reached toward her. “I am so sorry for what happened to you, Mrs. Wayne. Truly, I am; however-.”

She stepped back, realizing this man was not going to budge. She turned to Harvey.

“Harvey, c’mon” she pleaded, slamming her hands on his desk. “You know it’s the right thing to do. You of all people know of what he’s capable of. Please.”

Harvey glanced over at Mayor Garcia before lowering his head. Hope built inside Demetria, when Harvey started walking toward her. “Mr. Mayor, please excuse us,” he pardoned.

Her eyes widened. “Harvey.”

He grabbed Demetria’s arm and led her out the door, slamming it from behind. He let her go, causing her to stumble back.

“Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again!” he seethed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I could ask you the same thing! Ever since you’ve gotten this job you’ve been so power hungry-.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re Caesar. You’re never giving up the power.”

Harvey let out a sharp scoff. “I’m Caesar? Really?”

“You took an oath to protect the city and its citizens. This memorial will put everyone in danger. You, the mayor, Rachel-.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” he barked, pointing a finger in her face. He took a step forward. “You should take cues from your fiancé when it comes to dealing with matters city and just look the other way.”

His words knocked her out, her mouth hanging open. The man in front of her was no longer the Harvey she loved and adored. Instead, he was a stranger who bore resemblance to her best friend.

She shoved him viciously. “Fuck you Harvey!”

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Demetria went against Bruce’s wishes and decided to take a detour home in order to cool off. She didn’t want him getting upset or even involved in her and Harvey’s argument as it would only complicate matters even more.

She put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, blending in with everyone else in the city. She was grateful for the sunglasses that covered tears of anger and disappointment.

The Joker had managed to destroy more than the city and its residents. He took her fiancé’s sanity and her best friend’s moral compass. And for what? What was this psychopath’s endgame?

She went to a nearby bodega, figuring she’d grab a drink before calling a cab. As she made her way to the back of the bodega to grab a drink from the fridge in the back.

Picking out a peach Snapple, her eyes turned to find a grey tabby sprawled out on the beer boxes. She gave it a small smile and reached her hand out to pet it.

Stroking the top of its head, Demetria was able to smile as the cat’s purrs soothed her anger.

It reminded her of college when she and Harvey would pick up drinks for parties at bodegas. Harvey would tease her for trying to make the bodega cat love her.

“It’s gonna scratch you if you keep annoying it,” he told her.

She stuck her tongue out at him as she reached her hand toward the orange cat. The car hissed, causing Demetria to utter a “Jesus Christ!” as she stumbled back. Harvey burst into laughter.

She missed her best friend, wondering how long it had been since they spent any time together. Her heart weighed heavy as she realized that maybe their friendship wasn’t as strong as she’d thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a loud voice outside declare, “7 a.m.! This is where you need to be!”

She looked up to see a large group of Gotham’s cops gathering as their captain spoke to them.

“If you are even five minutes late to the memorial tomorrow, you will receive a write up,” he went on. “Do I make myself clear?”

Realizing what this meant, Demetria wandered around the store, eyeing around a security camera. Just when she was about to give up, she went to the register where it was on the shelves where the cigarettes were.

She smiled.

Gotham really needs to update its security camera system, she thought.

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The Next Day...

“Bruce, where’s my laptop?” Demetria asked as she searched through the desk drawers in the Batcave.

“I disposed of it,” he replied as he threw on his leather jacket.

She shot up. “You did what?!”

“From now on, I want you using this system,” he told her, motioning to his set-up. “It’s safer than your set up. Besides, I know you can handle it.”

“Yeah, babe, that’s not the issue here.” She folded her arms across her chest. “ I told you I needed it to get access to the bode-.”

“Screen 1, top left.” He quickly kissed her cheek.

She looked up to see the bodega. “Well, at least you listened to me.” She turned to him. “You wiped out the computer?”

“Not a trace left.”

“Fair enough.”

“I’ve checked all the databases,” Bruce told Alfred as he began to make his way out. “There are four possibles. Cross-reference the addresses. Look for a hard side, overlooking the parade.”

“Try Melvin and White,” Demetria suggested, as she took a seat in one of the chairs. Her eyes met the computer screen where the bodge camera was. The officers stayed in place, ready to march.

Bruce turned to her as he rolled out his motorcycle. “Any sign yet?”

“No, they’re just about to leave any minute.”

“Keep watch.”

“You got it.”

“She’s right!” Alfred called out, looking at another screen. “Melvin and White. 1502 Randolph Apartments.”

Once Bruce was gone, Alfred turned to Demetria. “How'd you know?”

“That’s where the GCN media truck is.” She eyed him. “They always park there when covering events and there’s always police presence there protecting the van. The cops assigned to protect the van are fairly useless.”

She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to GCN’s coverage of the funeral. Her eyes reverted to the bodega where she saw the officers march. “Any way, you can zoom in?”

Alfred pressed a couple of button and the camera zoomed in. Her eyes followed every office possible.

“Nothing yet unless he’s extremely good at blending in,” she mumbled.

“Are you suggesting he might be posing as one of the officers?” Alfred questioned.

“It’s one of my beliefs.”

Her eyes turned to the GCN coverage where the camera focused on Harvey taking a seat on the podium alongside Rachel, Commissioner Gordon and a couple other city officials. Her heart sank, their spat from yesterday playing over in her mind.

She didn’t tell Bruce about it, not wanting him to get upset over it. Throughout the night, her eyes went to her phone hoping and praying for two simple words. Two words that showed he didn’t mean what he said. Two words to make it all go away.

Nothing came.

She moved her eyes back to the bodega to find the ally empty. She sighed and turned to Alfred. “Anything from Bruce yet?”

“Not yet. Now, we sit and wait.”

She stood up. “I’m not waiting.” She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her back jean pocket. She unraveled it, revealing the city of Gotham. She grabbed pen and began marking several streets.

“City officials are taking the same route they did for the former mayor’s funeral. That means police are following the same safety protocols. The department will have police trucks in four intersections in the event something happens.” Her fingers pointed to the four dots. “We need to find cameras in these areas. If The Joker’s not there, at least his friends will be.”

“I thought you booked guests for shows?” Alfred questioned.

She made a face. “They had me do a lot of stupid shit that was above my pay grade.”

Alfred returned his gaze back to the computer.

“Which intersection first?”

“West 80 and 79th.”

She turned to see him type. The camera revealed nothing. Not even a police truck. “Try 65th and 64th.”

He typed and the camera came up with the intersection. Still nothing. “51st and 52nd”

Once again, disappointment. “The fuck is wrong with these guys?” she mumbled. “I would’ve though they’d been there.” She then eyed 70th and 71st.”

“Ok try-.”

She then heard a popping sound. Both her and Alfred looked up to see Gordon on the floor the podium floor, his body on top of Mayor Garcia. The camera dropped the ground, scattered feet running around.

“What the fuck happened?” Demetria asked, her stomach dropping.

The camera cut back to Alicia in the newsroom. “We apologize to our viewers for the disturbing video,” she reported. “As was shown, shots were fired during the funeral service, one of the bullets aimed at Mayor Garcia. It’s unclear if the mayor was hit as Gotham City Commissioner James Gordon jumped in front to protect him. We are trying to get a hold of Mike and our crew on the scene-.”

Demetria pulled out her phone and began dialing Harvey’s number. Her heart rate picked up, stomach in tight knots. Her mind flew in a million directions as the phone rang slowly.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” she begged.

“You’ve reached-.”

She hung up and tried calling Rachel, only to be greeted with another voicemail. Hot tears fell down her cheek as she tried Harvey again.

After hearing the voicemail greeting for the seventh time....she went to hang up when she saw Rachel calling.

“Rachel, oh my god!”

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” she assured calmly. “I got out of there as soon as I can. I’m headed back to the office.”

“Where’s Harvey?”

“He took off. He’s fine, but he took off. He told me to let you know he was ok.”

She exhaled, relief washing over her. “Ok...please get home safe and text me or Bruce-.”

“I’m going back to the office. Tell Bruce I’m ok, will you?”

“Of course. Text me when you get there.”

She hung up and turned to Alfred, sniffling. “Rachel’s fine. Harvey’s fine. I’ll wait for Bruce to get back so-.”

Her eyes turned to the screen where she saw the lower third bar read: BREAKING NEWS: GOTHAM CITY COMMISSIONER JIM GORDON KILLED IN SHOOTING.

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