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sweetlittlegingy · 1 year

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Did We Miss Something

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☑︎ Pairing: Jake Seresin x Y/n Seresin (Mitchell)

☑︎ Word Count: 9 k

☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, protective Rooster, protective Jake

☑︎ A/n: Holy shit, I had the hardest time writing this. Life has not been kind lately in the school sense and health sense, but I still wanted to give you guys something. Anyone thats stayed with me and is still reading (even after this long extent) thank you and I love you!

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The sudden weight on your chest stirs you from your slumber, and though the room is dark you make out the little figure clinging on to you. The moonlight just barely lights the room enough for you to clearly see Grayson, well as clearly as sleepy you could see. His hands are clutched to your blanket and the small movement of your hand across his back gets his attention.

“Hi, Sweetpea.” Your voice is groggy though it still causes Gray to nuzzle farther into your chest. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Laine left me, I got cold.” The words take a moment to register, though when they do you sit up faster than you ever have. Gray is still clutched to your chest, though you tighten your hold on him at the possiblity of Laine disapearing. Your eyes adjust and flitter room, Gray shifts in your hold and holds on to you in silence, waiting. Jake still hadn’t woken up, the man could sleep through a tornado, which he had when you visited his parents last year. It wasn’t a fun experience, to say the least. Just as your arm is about to smack him and make him get up with you, you catch sight of a little ball of blonde hair peeking out from under the blanket, laying on his chest.

A sigh leaves your body as the tension in your shoulders drops and you lay back down, contemplating if you wanted to risk Laine waking up when you moved her or if you should just let the both of them sleep in the bed for the night. You pull Gray farther into your chest as he nuzzles at the soft blanket and his small hand holds onto the hand you have wrapped around him.

You realize that neither of them would be going back to the other room tonight and so, you move Gray to get him under the covers with you. He finds the sleeve of your pjs and holds it, thumb rubbing the material as he falls back to sleep. Jake arms move slightly and for a minute you worry that he’s going to squish Laine. But instead, his arms wrap around her, as he rolls onto his side to face you, they’re both still asleep, yet grasp onto each in a near death grip. The small nuzzle she does against Jake chest, just under his chin fills your heart with a kind of love you feared you would never get.

Your eyes trail down to Gray and even after he’s fallen asleep, he holds on to your shirt. You place a kiss to the crown of his head, before checking the clock. 2:30 you still had 4 hours before you had to get up and as you settle back in the bed, you make a mental note to thank Jake for insisting that you needed a King size bed.

...

It’s not a random weight that wakes you up this time, but instead a pair of giggles and Gray quietly telling Laine to stop. Your eyes peel open, Gray is still settled by your side and he gives you a tiny smile before cuddling back into you at the realization that you’re awake. Jake and Laine had shifted again through the night, and she once again rests on his chest. Though as you move, her bright blue eyes flash to you, and give you a small smile, before she goes back to tapping on Jake’s nose.

He'd move every so often and the pair would start laughing. It’s during one of their giggling fits that you see Jake’s eyes open. He gives you a quick wink, before pretending to be asleep again. A smile rests on your face as you glance at the alarm clock, you still had 10 minutes before it would go off. It’s only 6:20 and while you knew the twins were morning birds, you hadn’t realized just how early and yet cheerfully they woke up.

A loud squeal from Laine and the small jump Gray does back into your chest, pulls you from your thought. You look over in time to see Jake grabbing Laine and rolling to lay on top of her. He doesn’t put his whole weight on her, though traps her just enough that she’s stuck under him in a fit of giggles. A look of worry and teasing crosses Jake’s face as he looks at you and Grayson.

“Gray have you seen sissy?”

Gray erupts into a fit of giggles while shaking his head, as Laine tries to wiggle out but can’t manage. Jake’s eyes find your own and you’re sure that your smile matches his.

“Darlin’, have you seen Ms. Madelaine?” You laugh at his overexaggerated reaction, as his eye’s pass over her small form more than once. “I just can seem to find my little darlin’ anywhere.”

“Mr. Jake!” She finally gains Jake’s attention, though upon “realization” of where she is, he starts a massive tickle war between the two.

You laugh at the pair, the both of them are identical rays of sunshine in every sense that would cause someone to assume Jake was Laine’s father. You roll to lay on your back, shifting to pull the blanket up closer to your chest, in hopes to enjoy the last few minutes before your alarm goes off. Your eyes close and when the small form climbs up to lay on your chest and relax with you, you instantly wrap your arms around Gray. Your hand lightly combs through his hair and the small sigh he releases brings you a type of comfort you never knew existed. Your body sinks farther into the bed as Gray’s breath evens out, your own breath slipping in time with his.

You don’t notice as Jake slips from the bed to turn off your alarm and holding onto Laine as he makes his way to the kitchen, leaving the pair of you to get a few more minutes of sleep.

...

Jake slowly makes his way down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Madelaine leads the way to the kitchen. Her small blonde curls bounce along the way and the excited squeal she gives when Jake asks if she wants pancakes, has his heart clenching and willing to do anything to hear that kind of joy from her every day.

Jake goes about getting the few ingredients, though the sight of Laine trying to watch but not wanting to get in the way, has him picking her up and sitting her on a part of the counter. Close enough that she could see but was also a safe distance from the stove.

“Alright little lady, Gray and CeCe are resting up, which means we have full control of the kitchen.” The smirk and raised eyebrows that Jake gives Laine, has her give him a look that’s nearly identical.

“Does that mean we can make purple pancakes?” Her eyes are hopeful, though a small flash of doubt crosses her face as if she shouldn’t have asked the question in the first place. Her chin dips slightly, though Jake is quick to tip it back up and give her a smile.

“That is exactly what it means, but we also need to make a special color for Gray.”

“Blue, he loves blue!”

Jake shakes his head with a smile at the small nod of confidence she gives him and gets to work mixing up a batch of pancake mix.

...

Laine had somehow found her way onto Jake’s hip; she was still small enough that Jake could easily hold her with one arm while cooking with the other. She had been whispering small requests to him as her head laid on his shoulder. Together they had made almost every shape, with and without chocolate chips.

The soft tune of country music floats through the kitchen as the pair drift around the room, not quite dancing together but close enough. With every sway, dip, or turn Jake did caused Laine to break out into a fit of giggles, face tucked into Jake’s neck as her small arms wrap around him.

“Jakey?” Her small voice piped up over the music.

“Yeah, Sweetheart.”

Her small face pulls away far enough that it causes Jake to stop cooking and look at her, giving her his full undivided attention. A single curl falls in front of her face, though before she can try and move it, Jake does. It causes a small smile to break out on her face before she then brushes a “fallen” strand of hair off Jake’s face as well.

“Have you ever rode a horse; like the cowboys in the song?”

The question has Jake laughing at the small error in tense, while also not expecting the question but positive that she was going to love his answer.

“I have.” He pauses as Laine bounces in excitement, eyes wide with wonder as she takes in every word he says. “I grew up on a big farm, with lots of horses and chickens and cattle, babies and mommas.”

“I wanna go, can we go?”

Jake catches himself, more than ready to tell her yes. To have his mom and dad meet them both, to see them experience everything he did and more as a child. Though the reality comes crashing in like a bucket of cold water, and he can only whisper a small maybe against the back of her head as he hugs her.

“Sissy?”

The sound of Grayson has Madelaine wiggling and slipping from Jake’s hip to nearly crash into Gray as he rounds the corner. Jake catches the sight of Laine adjusting Gray’s glasses, before muttering a quiet sorry for knocking into him.

Jake’s eye’s float up as he sees you coming to rest against the wall behind the twins, Laine grabs Gray’s hand and pulls him to the table and the pile of purple and blue pancakes.

...

The smile that Jake gives you barely reaches his eyes, as he watches the twins. Your quick to find home behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. You sway gently as your hands hold one another and you place a soft kiss against his shirt between his shoulder blades. The music drifts through the kitchen and has the twins wiggling in their seats as they eat. The morning sun shines through the kitchen window and casts them both is a glowing light that almost feels like a call from the universe.

Jake turns in your hold, ducking down to give you a kiss before you have a chance to ask why it looks like he wants to cry. The round of giggles that break out causes you and Jake to separate, to find both Laine and Gray making kissy faces at you. The pair go back to eating while Jake flips off the stove and leans back on the counter holding you.

“He’s never that expressive,” an overwhelming sigh rolls through your body as you sink farther into Jake’s hold. “not even at the school with just Laine and I.”

Jake hums against the curve of your neck, placing a gentle kiss against it. His voice is barely a whisper against your neck, though you can hear the pain coated words perfectly.

“I forgot for a minute, just before you came in.” It’s your turn to hum, a wordless way of telling him to go on. “Laine asked me if I had ever ridden a horse, and when I told her yes, oh baby, her smile was the sweetest thing I’d even seen.”

“They do have the sweetest smiles.” Your voice holds a lightness that eases the tension in Jake’s shoulders. “I told her about Mom and Dad’s place, and when she said she wanted to go, I damn near promised that we would.”

His voice catches and has you turning your head to look up at him, you place a gentle kiss on his jawline, before whispering a small I know. Neither of you needed to say how much the reality of getting to be with the twins for only the weekend rocked you to your cores. They had only been with you for a night and yet somehow it felt like they had been here forever.

Your hands trace along Jake’s arms, before looking up at the clock. You needed to go to the school prior to heading to base, just to make sure that everyone knew where they were going and to get a head count.

“Alright you two, we need to get dressed so we aren’t late.” You get small nods in reply as they both place their plates in the sink and come to stand in front of you and Jake. Your hand racks through Laine’s hair, the bundle of blonde curls a mess atop her head.

“Come on sweet girl, let’s go fix your hair before we get dressed.” Laine grabs your hand, and you give hers a small squeeze before you head to your bathroom. You glance back as you make your way to the hallway to check on Gray, though Jake’s already got him lifted up as the pair talk.

...

You had done two small buns in Laine’s hair per her request, before doing your own hair and makeup. She was entranced by you as you put on a coat of lipstick, before giving her a smile.

“You’re pretty.”

Your heart swells at her words and the childlike whisper they hold. You gently raise your hand and brush it across her cheek, before delicately booping her nose and earning you a giggle.

“I think you’re pretty.”

Your words have her shyly smiling and cause you to lift her chin, to place a small kiss on the crown of her head. Her hands twist the tulle of her pink skirt; the baby pink is a harsh contrast against the navy-blue shirt she has on. Though she had insisted on wearing it, and you couldn’t say no. Plus you were excited to see Jake’s face when he realized that the shirt, was in fact, the one that he had boughten all those weeks ago. How she had snuck hers and Gray’s shirts into her bag was beyond you, though you didn’t care to question it.

Her legs wiggle on the bathroom counter as you put away the few elastics and hairbrush before you grasp onto her waist and lift her to the ground. Her hand finds yours again, as the pair of you walk out to find Grayson and Jake. You find your way to the smaller second bathroom, where Gray sits on a stool in front of the mirror as Jake combs his hair back.

They don’t notice you for a moment as you stay outside in the hall and quietly listen to Grayson ask questions about Jake’s plane. It's when you hear Jake mention letting Gray sit in the F-18, that Madelaine makes your presence known.

“I wanna sit in it too!”

She gains both of the boy’s attention, while Gray finds you instantly and gives you a small smile. Jake eye's land on Madeline as she does a small spin and the biggest smile breaks across his lips. He helps Gray down from the stool and gives him a small wink that makes Gray giggle as he comes to your side.

Another high-pitched giggle echoes in the small bathroom as Jake lifts Laine and settles her on his hip again. He stares down at her shirt, before placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Jakey, you don’t think I look silly? I wanted to dress up,” her hands gently flare out the tule skirt. “but had to wear my plane shirt.”

Jake’s hand comes to brush against the small bows in her hair, causing her to lean farther into him. “You look perfect, my little darlin’.”

He instantly has her perking up, while you feel a small finger poke at the side of your leg and look down to see Gray wiggling his nose before his finger motions for you to come down. You bend down as you give the small boy a smile, as he gets onto his tippy toes to lean closer to your ear.

“Could we maybe ride with Mr. Jake?” He pauses and Jake looks down at you in question, though you patiently wait for Gray to continue.

It’s when you feel his fingers start to twist in your shirt you pull away to look at him. He doesn’t lift his eyes to look at you, but you’re fairly certain you know what’s going on. You twist on the ball of your feet so Gray is standing directly in front of you before you lean in now to whisper to him.

“Are you worried about everyone crowding the planes?”

Your hand had found its way to the side of his face, and the small nod he gives you makes your heart ache. You knew that Gray had severe anxiety and would most likely be attached to you all day. You also knew how excited he was and that he was only trying to find a way that he could see the planes, but not be surrounded with excited children.

“Sweetheart,” Gray stays close to your side as you look up at Jake, who had been listening to Laine talk her little heart out. “Gray would like to know if he and Laine can ride with you to the base?” You would tell Jake about Gray being worried when he wasn’t listening and hope that your eyes are conveying enough information to Jake that he doesn’t question it.

“That what you want, bud?” Gray looks up when he hears Jake and gives him a small smile with a quiet ‘yes please.’ Laine finally slows her babbling about different sea animals, as she realizes that they would now be riding with Jake while you went and got the other kids sorted. Her smile widens immensely as she looks at Jake and gives him a small smirk, replying to Gray for him.

“That’s a great idea, Gray! That way we can keep track of Jakey and make sure that we get to see all the cool stuff, that nobody else sees.”

You stifle a laugh and look at Jake, who looks slightly stunned at the little firecracker in his arms. Gray bounces on his toes lightly, fully agreeing with his sister and no longer caring if Jake says yes.

Jake clears his throat before setting Laine on the ground, “Right you two, go get your bags.” The pair gives you a small smile before they are heading down the hall, chattering excitedly about everything they are going to see. Jake’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you in. Your hands rest against his chest as Jake places a small kiss on your neck.

“You know she reminds be a lot of this self-assured, slightly cocky pilot I know.” Jake hums in your neck before nipping you, causing you to laugh.

“Just wait till she gets ahold of Chicken.” He pulls away from your neck looking at you with a teasing smirk. “It’s gonna be like a sneak attack, a miniature Hangman to give him hell.”

You pat his chest shaking your head at his and Bradley's never-ending antics against one another. Just last week Bradley had stolen the lunch you packed. It would have been fine, but it was a Wednesday. Meaning that Bradley had not only stolen the taco soup you made Jake, but stolen the brownies you made for his mid-week treat. Jake had been looking for the perfect way to get back at Bradley since.

“Don’t let her rip into him too much, Gray is there to be the counterweight.” You both laugh at that, they truly did even each other out. Jake leans in to kiss you, before pulling away and heading out the find the twins. The three of them congregate at the front door, as Jake double-checks that each of them has their water bottles and bags. You smile at the sight; he might have been a cocky asshole sometimes. But when he loved, he loved hard, and the sight before you was pure Seresin love and pride.

“Alright, darlin’ we will see you in a bit.”

Each of the twins yell goodbye; Laine blows you a kiss, while Gray waves, before Jake ushers them out and down the drive. They could do the smallest things, and yet still steal your heart.

...

The drive to base had been easy enough, each of the kids had gotten buckled in their booster seats without a fuss and Laine had once again requested for control of the music. Jake was not at all surprised when the same playlist that had been playing in the kitchen this morning echoed through the speakers. Letting the little girl wiggle in her seat, as she hummed along, singing a word every now and then if she knew them.

Jake had kept the music low, so he could still talk to the kids and answer any questions they might have. The Laine had asked a few questions along the way, mostly pertaining to who all would be there and if they were nice. Jake had assured her that the team would love them and that you and Jake had already told them about the twins.

Gray on the other hand had really been the chatterbox surprisingly. He had listed off facts that he knew about planes while asking for confirmation every now and then from Jake. Gray might have been on the shy side, but Jake couldn’t have been more thankful for this alone time with him. When it came to planes and anything related to the squadron, Gray lit up and his small shell became practically non-existent.

Jake slows the truck into a parking spot near the main office, while he would usually park closer to the separate building for Top Gun classes, he knew that you would be coming to the front office first. The dagger squad was supposed to be leading the tour, but you wanted to see your dad, as well as double-check with Cyclone that bringing the kids was okay.

Jake turns around in his seat after he puts the truck in park, looking over his two smiling blonde carbon copies. His sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose and the khaki uniform would have fooled anyone into thinking that today was a normal day. That Jake Seresin was back on base, that Hangman was in his natural habitat and about to school his students in how they couldn’t fly for shit.

But the smile that rested just below the glasses was not the smirk that usually rested on Hangman’s face. No, Jake Seresin had a full-blown smile on his face and looked beyond the part of an excited father that was getting to share an important part of his life with the munchkins he loved.

“We ready?”

Laine gives Jake a strong nod, followed by an even surer ‘yup.’ While Gray gives a smaller ‘yes.’ Jake helps Laine get out of the truck as her eyes flash around the base taking in everything, quietly assessing the few people she sees walking around while staying safely next to Jake. Before Jake can help Gray down, he stops him, hands sitting on Gray’s small waist trying to gauge how he was feeling. You had texted Jake on the drive and he had quickly read the message just after parking.

His heart ached for the small boy as your words echoed in his mind, “If he needs to, just let him cling onto your leg. He’ll ground himself but just needs support. He hasn’t had a panic attack lately, but he usually can calm down with deep breathing and eye contact. Also, try not to let Laine see if he has one, it sends her into her own spiral of worry.”

“Bud,” His icy blue eyes find Jake’s green ones, timid and worried. “you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll be with you the whole time.” Gray’s eyes soften as he stares at Jake, silently assessing if he could actually trust Jake. Jake gives him a small smile, which causes Gray to return one before giving Jake a nod. Jake lifts him from the truck placing Gray at his side, before locking the truck.

Laine grabs one of Jake’s hands, while Grayson takes the other and Jake gives him a small squeeze which earns a smile. Jake’s eyes then find the small spitfire that holds his hand in a death grip, tightening her small hand every time she got excited.

“Darin’ what did we talk about on the way here?” Jake’s tone is teasing and the sneaky smile the Madelaine gives looks like pure trouble.

“That mustache man’s name is Rooster, but I get to call him Chicken.” Jake gives her a look that is silently saying ‘and?’ “and if anyone asks, 'specially Ms. CeeCee, I did not hear it from you.”

A self-assured smirk rests on Jake’s face, and he gives her a quick wink followed by a “that’s my girl.”

Her hand tightens around Jake’s and a smile breaks across her face at the words. She follows his actions with her own, a small wink is aimed back at Jake that fills him with pride, as well as a tiny bit of excitement. He couldn’t help it if the prospect of having a mini hangman around caused him to make sure that trouble ensued.

The three of them cut across the lawn, making their way inside to find the rest of the squadron. Jake knew that you wouldn’t get here until 9:30 or so, depending on how bad the traffic was. Madelaine bounces up the front steps, while Gray remains by Jake’s side and quietly looks at everything. There weren’t main people in the main build, hell the group never usually hung out in the “main” rec room, but instead made the one in the west wing their designated spot.

Jake watches as Laine jitters in excitement, stopping when they walk through the doors and trying to contain her excitement. Jake laughs at the small girl and while he wouldn’t normal do what he was about to, there wasn’t anyone around at for her to upset.

“Darlin’?”

The name instantly has her beaming at Jake, waiting for him to talk.

“You see that glass door all the way at the end of the hall?” She looks to where Jake is pointing, causing Gray to peek around from Jake’s leg to look as well. “Chicken should be down in that room, why don’t you go say hi. Gray and I will be down in just a minute.”

The words leave Jake’s mouth and without a reply she takes off down the hall, making sure not to run, even though she clearly wants to. Jake eyes watch as she gets to the door and goes in, before turning to Gray who is still holding Jake’s hand but has pulled away just a bit to look through the glass cases lining the walls.

Jake slides up behind him, before crouching down to talk to the little blue eyed blonde. Jake doesn’t say anything as he lets Gray look, seeing the way his eyes squint, before leaning up closer to glass. When Gray turns back around to look at Jake, the small boy gives him a smile before adjusting his glasses.

“It’s an F-14.” It’s not a question but a statement and has Jake leaning closer to the case to see the picture that Grayson was in fact talking about. A wide smile and laugh falls from Jake as his arms wrap around Gray to hold close, before picking him up.

“What other one’s can you see?”

A mirroring smile breaks out on Grayson’s face as Jake moves with him to another photo. Each answer has Jake’s heart filling with pride as he looks at the small boy is astonishment and wonder. Slowly they make their way around the case, Gray sits on Jake’s hip with one arm holding onto Jake’s neck. A small smile breaks across his face every time that Jake praises him.

“That’s Ms. CeeCee’s daddy.”

Jake stops to look at the picture Gray is pointing at, to find the one of Maverick and Commander Kazansky. He pulls back even more astonished, “How’d you know that, bud?”

“Ms. CeeCee has that picture on her desk; she told me.”

Before Jake can reply, the sound of a squeal followed by laughter has Jake setting Gray down after he tells him that they could look again later. Gray's hand fits perfectly in Jake's as the small boy gives him a chipper okay before heading to the rec room.

...

It was too early, it might have been 8:30 in the morning, which was not early at all. But for a day that they had off, none of them wanted to get up. They technically didn’t officially have the day off, but they were only supposed to be showing your group of kindergartens around.

Which they were all very excited about, but Rooster had made it known to everyone that you should have planned for later in the morning. The occasional muttered words of you being a little shit and that you purely picked the time because you were a terror of a little sister, had the group laughing. Enjoying the show of his discontent, while his head hung off the side of the couch.

Honestly, Rooster was the only one complaining. The morning was not going in his favor, not at all like the way he had planned when he woke up this morning.

You see, Rooster had a coffee shop that he got coffee from every single morning, like religiously. Not only was the coffee good, but there was a barista that Rooster had a crush on and per Phoenix's advice, Rooster had decided to try and get her number.

After pinning away at the poor girl for 3 months he was finally gonna make a move. Said plan had gone to absolute shit, he had ordered his regular order, and everything was fine. It was a normal morning, his hair looked good and he had a little bit of pep in his step.

The plan to simply ask her out when he was getting his coffee from her was solid. He had planned what he would say, planned how to ask for her number, and even thought of a few dumb jokes that might have gotten her to laugh. Though after she had handed him his coffee he completely froze; his mind had become a vast land of waste.

She had given him the sweetest smile and her voice was so light and sweet, that he had completely frozen. The only words that made it past his lips were, a word that slightly sounded like a slurred ‘you’re’ followed by ‘pretty.’

She gave him a small giggle and smile, as Rooster’s face had gone completely red. He'd gotten her to laugh, just at his own idiotic expense. Before she could say anything, he had hightailed it out of the door.

Leaving him to now, surrounded by the team as each of them poked fun at him. Phoenix had known that today was the day and asked about it first thing when she saw him. The shade of red that once again cover his face, told the squad all that they needed to know. It was out of love, Rooster knew that but how had he gone from a sweet-talking ladies’ man to barely being able to speak. He couldn't believe it and the squad made sure to place they comment of how to fix it, if he ever got the nerve to show his face to her again.

So, when a small little blonde girl with bows in her hair and a bright pink tutu looking skirt, showed up in the room everyone had instantly stopped what they were doing.

Madelaine wasn’t a shy child; no, she was more so the child that everyone knew was coming. She wasn’t a bad child, but she did have a lot of energy and the confidence of a grown man. A bull in a China hut as Jake's mother liked to call it. Explaining to you when you first met them, that when you had children to be prepared for miniature Seresins.

Laine's eyes moved around the room slowly, looking at each of them. Coyote had seen a picture of the twins that you had on your phone and knew who she was, but everyone else didn’t have clue. Sure, you and Jake talked about them, but no one had ever seen them.

No one says anything as she looks around, finding Phoenix, and giving her a massive smile. She then finds Bob, sitting quietly next to Phoenix and the small tilt of Laine’s head while she looks at Bob causes him to worry slightly. Bob’s eyes flash to Phoenix as the small girl starts walking toward him, how had such a small human have the presence of a grown man with a massive ego. Like Hangman size ego.

“My bubba has glasses like you.”

No one had been prepaid for how soft and gentle her voice was, taking that into consideration made her extremely less intimidating.

“Oh yeah?”

She gives Bob a small ‘yep’ before looking around the room. The sight of Rooster laying back on the couch, just barely paying attention to the small girl, has a massive smile breaking across her face. She slowly moves closer to Rooster, acting as if she didn't want to spook him away. Her tiny form comes to stand over the man as he lies on the couch, assessing the way his eyes move to meet her own. Her eyebrow cocks slightly in consideration before she spins around to look back at Bob.

“He the only one with a mustache?”

The question confuses the whole group as they all watch, eyes bouncing off one another in question. Where had she come from, and if she was one of your students, why weren’t you with her. Bob nods in confirmation and the wide smile that breaks across her face has him smiling in return. Phoenix and Bob share a look as Laine looks between the pair, giving them another smile that makes her look as sweet as honey, before turning around to find Rooster.

He had sat up when she had asked Bob the question and now as she stares at him, he’s unsure of what to do. That is until her small hand juts out to Rooster, clearly looking for a handshake. Rooster grasps her small hand skeptically, unsure of what the hell is going on.

“I’m Madelaine, it’s nice to meet you, Chicken.”

The words that leave her lips have his mouth dropping open, while a round of laughter breaks out around him. The reaction has Laine laughing too before she gives Rooster another smile. Slapping on the sweet and innocent act hard now.

“Sweetheart, who are you here with?” Phoenix seems to be the only one that can calm her laughter, the sight of a small girl wandering around the base had her worried and anxious about why such a small child would be alone.

Though before she can answer, Jake and Gray make their way into the room.

“Jakey, I met Chicken.”

The whole room turns to see a beaming Jake Seresin, holding the hand of a little boy. Though he drops his hand for a moment, as Laine runs to him to be picked up. Her arms wrap around his neck before he places a kiss on the crown of her head and takes hold of Gray’s hand that had grasped onto his belt for the moment.

The sight in front of them causes the whole room to pause momentarily, when had Hangman become a father. Because looking at the set of three and how they shared almost every physical feature, other than eye color, it appeared like you and Jake had children that you had been hiding for five years.

The sight doesn’t faze Javy as he’s the first one to make his way over and officially meet the twins. Laine gives Javy a big smile, while Gray remains glued to Jake, only giving Javy a small wave. Jake runs a hand through Grayson’s hair, comforting the small boy, who was clearly overwhelmed given the current circumstances.

“Alright, I guess we better do introductions. I’ve got promises to fulfill before Y/n gets here.”

Gray pops up at the mention of getting to see the planes, while Laine is already buzzing with excitement.

“This is Miss Madelaine," The small girl lifts her head from its resting place in the crook of Jake's neck to smile at the surrounding group. "and this is my new wingman Grayson.” Gray's eyes flitter around the room, not holding contact with anyone before looking back up at Jake.

Jake winks down at Gray who smiles brightly at him, happy to have the show of care and love. Everyone comes forward for introductions, each of them excited to meet the children that had consumed your and Jake’s life.

Phoenix can’t seem to get enough of them, especially Grayson who can’t stop smiling at the pilot as she talks to him. Jake watches as she tells Gray something, before taking him to talk to Bob. Bob's mention of his glasses has Grayson smiling bigger than any of the other pilots had gotten him too.

Laine teases Rooster again as she rests in Jake's hold, though blushes and hides in Jake’s neck when he teases her back. Though Payback and Fanboy gain Laine’s attention at the mention of going to the beach. She is quick to wiggle down from Jake's hold and rush over to the couch with the two pilots. The pair ask her if she likes the ocean and cause her to go on a tangent about the sea.

...

“No, really! Dolphins are the meanies of the ocean, look it up.”

Her hands rest on her hips as she says it, waiting for Fanboy to check and smiling triumphantly when he reads an article about it. Jake shakes his head at the girl, looking at Gray who had found his way back to Jake’s side after talking to Bob.

“You ready to go, Bud?” Jake’s hand brushes a piece of gelled hair back from Gray’s face, and though he doesn’t realize it, the whole room watches in shock at how loving and gentle Jake is with the boy.

“Yes, please. Bob said he’s a weapons system operator, can he come with us? He said he would show me his controls.”

Jake nods as he sends Grayson to go tell Bob to come on. His heart swells as he watches Gray happily run to Bob across the room. This was the most public interaction that he had seen from the small boy and though Jake hadn’t been around them a lot before, you had told him how shy Gray was in public.

“Little darlin’?” Laine spins around happily when Jake calls her, leaving her lesson about the ocean with Fanboy to listen to Jake. “Wanna go see my plane?”

“And sit in it?”

“That’s what I promised, wasn’t it?”

Jake’s tone is teasing and has Laine running from the couch over to Jake after telling Payback and Fanboy that she would tell them more later. Grayson and Bob appear still talking about different planes, though he doesn’t reach out to grab Jake’s hand. Gray checks to make sure that Jake is by him, making eye contact as a silent confirmation that Jake wasn’t leaving him, before focusing back on Bob.

“We got about 45 minutes until y/n gets here and I promised these two that they could see the planes early. So, if you wanna come, lets go.”

Laine is the first one slipping from the rec room, hand attached to Jake’s as she looks around. Bob and Gray had found a safe pace right behind Jake, staying close but also allowing Gray a baby step toward space if he wanted. Jake hadn’t expected each of the pilots to get up and head to the hangar with him, to be honest, though if it was him in their place he would have come too.

Gray hadn’t stopped talking about the different planes and unbeknownst to him, the small boy had now gained the attention of all the pilots. Javy had made it to the front of the group to walk with Jake and Laine. Not expecting the spitfire to grasp onto his hand, but gladly accepts her hold. Though Javy quickly learns that Laine always seems to have ulterior motives, as she bats her eyelashes and sweetly asks if he and Jakey would swing her. A laugh falls from both Jake and Javy as the pair look at each other, before Jake silently shrugs his shoulders. Looking back at the small girl; the smile on her face was one that he couldn’t tell no.

And so, with every couple of steps, Jake and Javy had Madelaine swinging up off the ground. The small squeals of delight gain the attention of the few younger pilots that Jake recognized as students. Though no one in the squad pays them any mind, solely focusing on the two small bundles of joy.

...

Rooster and Phoenix walk slightly slower than the group, still a part of it but back far enough that they could talk just between the pair of them. The sight of Hangman and Coyote swinging Madelaine doesn’t go unnoticed, as well as the small glances back that Hangman makes every so often to check on Gray.

“Are you seeing this?” Roosters tone is skeptical, he surely wouldn’t believe what was occurring right in front of him if he wasn’t witnessing it.

“I know, I can’t believe how much Gray knows about planes.”

Rooster all but stops in his tracks as he deadpans at Phoenix, mouth open and closing slightly, gapping like a fish. Phoenix hadn’t even noticed Rooster's harsh stop, too focused on listening to Gray list off statistics from a P-41, though the over-exaggerated hand movement finally gets her attention.

“No, Nat! I mean Hangman; when has he ever smiled as much as he is?”

“He smiles like that with Y/n.”

A frustrated huff leaves Rooster's chest and he can’t seem to figure out why no one else can see what he sees. That Hangman had turned into a gummy bear and more than he normally was with you. They looked like mini Sereins and Jake treated them like they were his. Hell, Madelaine was a damn copy of the cocky pilot all the way down to her attitude.

Phoenix notices Rooster’s baffled face and slows slightly, causing the group to separate from them further. Her lips form into a harsh line, as she raises her eyebrow slightly at Rooster, though the pilot seems to not have a clue about what he did wrong.

“I know that we give Jake a hard time, we all throw jokes, but don’t question this.” Rooster’s eyes flick toward the group and then back at Phoenix. “We all know how long they’ve been trying Roo; if this is what Y/n and Jake need then we support them. If this somehow turns into something more, we support them.”

The mention of you and Jake struggling with infertility has the smile on Rooster’s face dropping as he gives Phoenix a solum nod in understanding. Rooster had been a major person that you and Jake leaned on throughout it.

It had only happened a couple times with Jake while on base, and Rooster hadn’t heisted in taking over the class and letting Jake have a few moments. For you, Rooster had seen the sobs wreak havoc through your body and felt the hopelessness of only being able to hold you. He was your big brother and seeing you so broken, without a way to help, killed him.

The pair of them catch up to the group easily, as they had stopped to let the twins look at a jet taking off from the runway in the distance. Grayson was mesmerized and hadn’t taken his off of it till he could no longer see the plane. Madelaine had somehow landed back in Jake’s arms, as he pointed out on the horizon.

The sound of a small ‘wow’ gains Jake’s attention and has him looking down at Gray, who is already staring back at him.

“I wanna do that someday.”

Gray grabs back onto Jake’s free hand as he looks back out to see if any other jets were taking off. Though Jake’s eyes can’t seem to leave the small boy. Jake knew that Gray loved planes; but to see him look up at Jake and tell him those exact words that he had muttered to his father at such a young age, caused his eyes to gloss over and promise himself that he would do anything in his power to make sure Gray’s dream came true.

...

“How do I look?” The words are muffled behind the mask as Laine’s head sways slightly under the weight of Jake’s helmet. Her small form looks even smaller sitting in the cockpit of Jake’s plane and Jake can’t but want to talk a picture.

“You look perfect, darlin’. Smile for me, Ms. CeeCee is gonna want to see this.”

A giggle breaks from her chest as the widest smile covers her face. The round of giggle’s that breaks from her chest has Phoenix and Coyote laughing, even more so when she pokes her tongue out at Jake for a “funny pose.”

“Come on sweetpea, it’s time to let Gray have a turn.”

Jake unclips the side of the mask from his helmet, before moving to lift Madelaine out of the seat. One of her arms wrap around Jake’s neck, while the other holds his helmet secure on her head still. Jake sets her down on the steps, watching as Coyote takes her small hand and helps her down. Once safely on the ground Jake’s eyes flash up to look for Gray, though neither him nor Bob are anywhere in sight.

Jake chuckles as he makes his way down the steps, already positive that they’re in the second hangar where Phoenix and Bob’s jet resides. Both Fanboy and Payback had gone missing as well, no doubt with Gray as they couldn’t seem to hear enough about the different facts he knew.

“Gray and the boys went to our hanger.” Jake nods along to Phoenix, looking out to find Laine chasing Rooster.

“I figured,” Jake's helmet sways with every turn Laine makes, though she doesn’t falterer as she tries to ware Rooster down. “Little darlin’, come on we're going to go find bubba.”

Both Rooster and Madelaine stop to listen to Jake, while Rooster seems plenty happy to no longer be running, a small pout forms on Laine’s lips as she looks back up at Rooster.

“Chicken,” The name makes Rooster laugh, before lowering down to the small girl. Her voice lowers, so much so that he can barely hear her. “can I have a piggyback ride?”

Rooster’s smile falters momentarily, not liking how she looks down and the drop of her voice in worry. Rooster is gentle as he tips back Laine’s chin, the small frown residing on her face melts away when Rooster gives her a massive smile.

“Of course, you can.” His hand reaches out and tickles at Laine, causing another round of giggles accompanied by a full smile to break out. “Who am I to deny the princess.”

Jake silently watches as Rooster slowly gets Madelaine to open up, his chest tightening at the pair. She hadn’t told Jake anything when she had climbed into bed with him this morning, her small whimpering form had woken him up as she sat quietly at the side of the bed clutching the blanket you picked out for them.

The tears streaming down her face felt like a punch to the gut and when Jake opened his arms for her, she was instantly up and falling into them. Quiet shush’s and humming had calmed her and had her asleep in no time.

He didn’t know everything that the twins had been through, there was only so much that you could tell him when you weren’t positive of what all the twins had been through yourself. But after last night, Jake knew that letting Janice and Ed take them back at the end of the week was going to be one of the hardest things he would go through.

How could Jake willingly let two children go back into a house that he wasn’t even sure was safe? Not taking into account what the twins had shown or said, Jake wouldn’t have liked or approved of the foster parents anyway. He knew the moment that they came in to sign the paperwork this week, that they weren’t housing the kids out of love.

The small nudge against Jake’s shoulder has him leaving Rooster and Laine, to find a worried Phoenix looking at him. You and Phoenix were close and talked about everything under the sun, though he wasn’t sure what all you had told her. And he, well he only ever told Javy and Rooster sometimes, what was bothering him. More often than not he told Javy or just waited until he could talk to you.

You were Jake’s safe place, you understood and loved him when everyone else only saw him as an asshole. You knew the real Jake, the one that was vulnerable and worried that he wasn’t enough. That somehow, in some way he would disappoint you and his parents.

“You, okay?” the question rings out and causes Jake to question if he wanted to venture down that spiral right now.

“All good Phe, just trying to figure out some stuff.”

She gives him an apprehensive smile, though doesn’t prod, and follows him out to find the boys in the second hanger. Laine bounces with each step Rooster takes on his shoulders with Jake's helmet still sitting upon her head. It doesn’t take long for Laine to reach out for Jake as he gets closer, wanting to be back in his arms. The small girl slips from Rooster’s hold, and down into Jake’s awaiting arms. Jake's hand rubs gently at Laine’s back as she tightens her hold on his neck and nuzzles in deeper.

...

Jake slips his phone from his pocket to see a message from you, stating that you were 15 minutes away and asking how the twins were fairing. He quickly types back a response, before finding Gray up in Phoenix and Bob's plane, the others crowding around the base listening to Gray ask questions about the different parts that Bob knows like the back of his hand.

Laine wiggles in his hold, before quietly whispering in Jake’s ear that she would like to go see where Phoenix flies. Jake sets the small girl down and watches as she makes a beeline for the group. Fanboy helps her up the stairs and the pair giggle together, giving Bob wide smiles as he takes a picture of them.

Jake stays back, quietly watching the squadron accept the twins like they had been born into the group. Jake sees Bob pocket his phone after taking a few more pictures. Jakes calls out to him, telling Bob that he would appreciate it if he would send him the pictures. Jake gets a thumbs up, though isn’t looking at Bob long because the sight of the twins peeking over the side of the cockpit with their tongues out has him smiling.

Rooster comes to stand beside Jake, as Bob helps the twins get out and to the ground. Jake’s eyes leave the pair to look at Rooster, who still hasn’t taken his eyes off the twins.

“So, these two going to be making me an uncle?” Rooster says it with a laugh, making sure that Jake knows that he is open to anything and doesn’t hold any contempt toward this newfound possibility of Jake and your growing family.

“I don’t know, and I can’t get mine or y/n hopes up.” A deep sigh falls from Jake's lips that finally causes Rooster to look at him. “But I know that whatever happens, I won’t be letting go of them unless it’s for a situation that would be better and more loving than what we can give them.”

“I’m guessing you’re referring to their current situation, that Javy mentioned?”

Jake’s jaw clenches at the mention of Janice and Ed. The pain of not knowing what exactly is going on but knowing that it’s enough to cause the twins to show signs of at least emotional abuse, if not more. If he found out that it ever was more, Jake wasn’t sure if there would be anyone that could stop him from settling up on behalf of the twins.

The chatter coming from the runway gains Rooster’s and Jake’s attention to see you with Mav and a group of children and a few parents. The chatter gains the twin's attention and has them setting off for you, in squeals of delight while still wearing Jake and Bob’s helmets.

The sight of you dropping to your knees to hug the pair makes Rooster’s breath catch. He watches you introduce the pair to Mav, who immediately lifts a smiling Madelaine as she talks about her helmet. Gray settles at your side, holding onto your belt loop as you introduce the group of pilots that make their way over.

“Guess that settles it.” Rooster’s voice is warm but holds a harsh tone that gains back Jake’s attention.

“They're a part of our family now.” Rooster’s gaze finally breaks from the group to look at Jake, as Jake watches an emotion cross Rooster’s face that he had only ever witnessed a few times. Those times being, when talking about his parents, after an asshole at the Hard Deck grabbed you, and the day of the Uranium mission after almost losing Mav. “I’ve had my family broken apart once, I won’t let it happen to you and y/n. And I sure as hell won’t let it happen to those two.”

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The pussy eating fic was 😵😵😵 I was killed, buried, revived and killed again

I think my new kink is Dick Grayson being "Here Touch My Sweater It's Made From Boyfriend Material" in the streets, and then being mean and teasing in the sheets 🥴

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Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F)Reader Words - 3.2k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Unprotected Sex - Multiple Orgasms - Mean!Dick - Begging/Teasing - Marking - Crying - Degradation - Swearing - Creampie - Breeding!Kink - Fingering - Praise!Kink - Casual Dominance - Fluff. Notes - oh Oh OH. I can’t deal with this. Just?? The thought of him being all soft and sweet with you when you’re in public, or around friends and family. Then absolutely switching into a goddamn meanie when you’re home and he has you all to himself. Hurhurhg Mean!Dick has me in a chokehold, I didn’t think it would fuck me up this much but uhhh, here I am.

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Gotham’s weather can be described in one of two ways; raining, or about to rain.

Existing in a microclimate of its own making you’re almost certain that in the years that you’ve lived here, you can count the times you’ve seen the sun on one hand. Suddenly–amusingly–the fatigue and low mood finally makes sense.

Limited sunlight and nearly perpetual rain equals low vitamin D.

You decide then and there that maybe, just maybe you should start adding supplements to your diet, or at least changing it up to give you what you’re missing.

Gotham is funny, although you think that thought stays within the city limits.

After all, not everyone has the same sense of humour.

Frigid wind lashes through the streets and you press your teeth together, trying to starve off the urge to start shivering. Dark clouds roll in over the already grey horizon and your eyes catch the edge of the thin cardigan covering your shoulders. You almost want to smack yourself over the head.

Beside you Dick glances over, fingers briefly tightening around your own. Without a word he shrugs off his jacket, letting go of your hand to remove his arm from the sleeve and throw it over your shoulders.

Tucking your arms through the sleeves he gives you a soft smile and zips it up, making sure to settle the zipper just under your chin.

Staring at him your gaze melts, a gentle sort of warmth weaving through your chest.

“Thanks.” You say, tucking yourself into his side.

Humming quietly his arm settles across the backs of your shoulders, steering you through the streets and protecting you from the blistering chill sweeping through the city. Tugging you into the entrance of a coffee shop he pulls open the door, gesturing for you to walk through first before he follows.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, get used to the quick, soft swell of your heart, the heavy thud of your pulse when he does something like that. Can’t quite get used to how he puts you first, holds open doors, gives you his jacket when it’s cold, meets you at the end of a tough shift just to walk home with you.

Dick Grayson is attentive, thoughtful, fucking perfect.

“Go sit down, baby.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll get the drinks and come find you.”

Weaving between the various tables you find one at the back, against the wall and overlooking the entire store. Settling into the chair with your back facing the shop you leave the one opposite for Dick, knowing he likes to be in a position to see everything going on around him.

Pulling out your phone you check through your emails, sighing tiredly when you see one from your boss asking once again for overtime. Locking the screen you place the device face down on the table, refusing to look at the email any longer.

A shadow passes over your shoulder and you spin to the side, throw a cautious glance around the shop before focusing your attention on Dick. Sliding your drink onto the table in front of you he slips silently into the chair opposite.

Cupping your hands around the cup you use the warmth to regain feeling in your fingers.

Across from you Dick surveys the shop, sharp eyes darting from one person to the next, accessing and categorizing potential threats. You know he does it reflectively, doesn’t even know he’s doing it half of the time, but some part of your heart pangs for him.

You wonder if he ever gets tired of it; always searching for a threat that might not ever be there.

Glancing back at your phone you tap your foot under the table, a relentless rhythm trying to dispel some of the restless energy swinging through your veins. Your boss asking for overtime isn’t anything new, crops up at least once every few weeks. More often than not you agree, far too worried of losing your job or becoming a potential target for some of the worse duties out of retaliation.

Mentally, you run through your shifts, processing your hours and sliding the overtime into place. Under the table your foot keeps tapping, drinks shaking on the tabletop. Biting at your bottom lip you try to figure out the best way to tell Dick you’re going to be working again this weekend.

Eyes settle on your face and you look up, catching Dick’s gaze seconds before he clamps both feet around your ankle and stops your foot.

He says one word, stern and uncompromising, “No.”

Your eyes widen, “Huh?”

“Overtime,” He clarifies, “You’ve worked the past three weekends in a row, you’re not working again this weekend.” You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that it’s not like you have much of a choice. “I said no. Baby, you’re exhausted, you need some proper sleep, not just a few hours here and there.”

A scowl twists your mouth, “You’re not allowed to lecture me on bad sleeping patterns.” Dick raises an eyebrow in silent challenge and something hot kicks awake in your gut. “He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t need help. Besides, I get paid for it and god knows I need the extra cash.”

Remaining silent for a beat Dick darts his eyes over your face.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Grabbing your hand across the table he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “You keep agreeing to it because you’re worried he’ll fire you otherwise. Tell him no, and if he starts giving you trouble, I'll deal with it.”

The tension twisting over your shoulders loosens a fraction.

“Tell him now.” Dick says, eyeing your phone. “You won’t do it otherwise.”

Tugging your hand out of his hold you pick up your phone, fingers tapping over the screen to formulate a somewhat professional response. Across from you Dick takes a sip of his drink, eyes quickly leaving your face to rove over the shop once again. Sending the email you put your phone back down on the table.

“Can I have my foot back now?” You ask, grinning slightly.

Releasing your ankle Dick shuffles in his chair, settling into a more comfortable position, not once moving his attention away from what is happening around him. He rests one hand on the table absentmindedly, palm facing up. Tracing your finger over the lines of his palm you watch his fingers twitch in response.

Walking the pads of your fingers over his palm and towards his wrist you settle at his pulse point, pressing gently to feel the steady thud of his heart. Smoothing over the vein you hook your little fingers together and take a sip of your drink.

On the table your phone vibrates.

Dread quickly coils in your stomach, the warmth you’ve managed to stoke inside yourself disappearing instantly. Looking up you lock eyes with Dick and he grabs your phone before you have a chance to. Watching intently for his reaction you grumble quietly in aggravation when he doesn’t let his emotions show on his face.

Damn him and his training.

Nudging his foot under the table you bite at your lip, “I’m fired aren’t I?” Dick’s eyes dart over the screen and you see a flash of something rageful ignite behind his pretty blue eyes. Tugging at his sleeve you quietly run through your options, start mentally updating your resume. A tired sigh works up your throat, “I’ll start looking for another job in the morning.”

“You’re not fired.” He finally mutters, handing over your phone so you can read through your boss's response. “He said you either come in over the weekend or he’ll have no choice but to file a NCR.”

Growling under your breath you feel tears burn behind your eyes. Opposite you Dick pulls out his phone, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Great. Just fucking great.” Putting your phone down you run your hand through your hair, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Under the table, your foot starts bouncing again. “Should’ve known he’d pull that card. I’ve been there almost three years and not once had a problem. The second I say no he’s threatening me with non-conformance.”

“Stop bouncing your leg.” Dick orders, still tapping on his phone.

Lost in the swirl of your own thoughts his voice doesn’t register, too caught up in the thought of losing your job, or murdering your boss. For a split second you think of just giving in and agreeing to work through the weekend, you’d rather do that than have an NCR on your record.

“I said,” Dick growls, clamping his feet around your ankle again. “Stop bouncing your leg.”

Snapping your head up, your eyes lock. There's something hard and dominating in his voice and you react on a base level, almost like a reflex. Relaxing your foot you exhale through your teeth, frustrated and halfway to exhausted.

Darting your gaze away you rub your eyes, “Sorry.”

Dick sighs, calling your name gently, “I’ve got you, okay? I’ll sort this out.”

Nodding silently you pick up your drink–now almost cold–and take a long sip. Glancing out of the window, you slide your eyes up and down the street, watching as the wind blows everything in its path. You start to dread the walk home already, darkness creeping in over the endless horizon.

Warm fingers trail over your hand and your mouth quirks up at the edges when your skin tingles in response. Keeping your attention on the world outside you miss the way Dick looks at you, all soft and warm, committing the sight of you to memory.

“Y’almost done?” He asks, slipping his fingers under the sleeve of his jacket in search of more skin.

Shuddering under his gentle touch you glance his way, “Yeah, almost.”

Dick smiles, your heart skips, and not for the first time you think about how much he means to you, think about how much you love him.

Dick is disgusting with it.

Drags you over his cock like you’re nothing more than a toy, nothing more than a tight, wet hole to shove himself into. He catches his fat, leaking tip at your entrance, stretches your flushed hole open around the head of his cock but gives you no more, not even when you beg for it.

“Please,” You sulk, muscles trembling. “Dick please!”

You’re spread open on his lap. Dick mouths at your neck, sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin there and bites hard enough to make you hiss. He licks over the indent of his teeth, bites again, and when you whine, fidget on his lap, Dick grabs your jaw to hold you still.

“Stop moving.” He says, letting the length of his throbbing cock press against your slit. “If I want to mark you up, I expect you to be a very good girl and let me.”

You groan, pussy aching and drooling against the underside of his cock, “Dick–baby, please.”

Forcing your head to the side, Dick sucks a mark into your skin. The flesh burns as your blood blooms under the surface, the mark surrounded by perfect indents of his teeth. Flexing your hips you try to grind yourself on his length, try to rub your clit over the thick, pulsing vein running up his shaft.

“You’re pathetic. You can’t even listen to a simple request, can you?” Dick anchors one hand on your hip, presses hard enough to almost leave a bruise. It stops you moving immediately, has tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. “I told you to stay still, and what do you do? Grind your greedy little pussy on my cock like a whore.”

A whine catches in your throat, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“You could come from that if I let you, couldn’t you? Could rub your aching clit on my cock and come like the desperate little slut you are.” He sneers, voice horribly wicked. Dick stuffs two fingers in your mouth, presses down on your tongue so you drool from the corners of your mouth. “You’re so fucking easy.”

Drooling over his hand Dick smirks when your spit dribbles between your breasts. Releasing your hip he swipes his fingers through your drool and smears it over your nipples. Arching your back you try to push yourself into his hands, try to silently signal for more stimulation.

He doesn’t give it to you.

Instead, Dick strokes himself between your thighs, taps the wet head of his cock against your clit until you’re moaning. His smile is lethal, makes you want to shrink in on yourself, makes you want to kiss him because only Dick Grayson can make being mean so goddamn hot.

“Beg.” He grins, pressing down harder on your tongue so that every word you say is a slur of vowels and spit. “If you beg nicely for me, I'll give you what you want.”

You try but every word you say is a garbled mess, unintelligible, barely stringing together into something comprehensible. Dick laughs, his eyes are dark and glittering and attentive. He watches you with something akin to glee, high on the complete control he has over you.

“What’s that baby?” He mocks, leaning in to hear you better–like he’s really trying to understand what you’re saying. “Want me to fuck you?” Nodding your head you flush white hot all over when you feel your arousal roll down Dick’s balls, wetness smearing over the inside of his thighs. “I don’t know, princess. I can’t hear you very well.”

Tears fill your eyes and Dick’s face blurs. You whimper, roll your hips and try to speak, but he keeps your tongue pinned to the bottom of your mouth. He keeps tapping at your clit with the fat head of his cock and you feel yourself twitch and pulse each time he touches you.

You’re so close. You could come from the rhythmic tap of his cock against your swollen, straining clit.

“Are you even trying?” He questions. Tears stream down your face and you sob. Dick leans forwards to kiss them away, ignoring the desperate grind of your hips. “There you go. You’re so pretty when you cry for me.”

Finally removing his fingers from your mouth he wipes the spit covered digits over your nipples. Pinching at the stiffened peaks you gasp, a soft moan balancing on your tongue. Taking one into his mouth he bites at your nipple, drags his teeth over it then soothes the slight sting with a firm lick.

Trembling from head to toe you feel your thoughts go fuzzy, you feel weightless.

“That’s it. Let go.” Dick whispers. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Shifting you around on his thighs, Dick finally, finally, pushes his cock into your pussy. Your walls stretch around him, sucking him into the wet heat of your cunt. Dick moans, tucks his head into the crook of your neck and bites down, hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, tears still staining your cheeks. “I’m–I’m gonna—”

Bucking violently you shout, and to your horror, you come. Right there, right then. He’s been inside you for all of a few seconds and you come, pussy squeezing at his cock, clit twitching and pulsing as you orgasm.

“Wow. You really are easy.” Dick grunts, unable to move with how tightly you’re clamped around him. “Can’t believe that’s all it took for me to make you come, baby. I just shove my cock into your weeping little cunt and you come for me, don’t even need to fuck you.”

“Dick.” You gasp, raking your nails over his shoulders. “Fuck! Please, I can’t–hng–please.”

Thrusting up into your pussy, Dick forces your clenching walls to yield. He shoves himself balls deep then flips you over, twists your body until you're underneath him, splayed out and writhing. Wedging your thighs open around his hips he grabs your hands and pins them over your head.

“M’gonna fuck you now.” He says, staring down at you. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

His pace is punishing. You can’t string a reasonable thought together, soft little noises escape your mouth with each powerful thrust of his hips. His balls smack against your ass and you mewl, try to dislodge his grip so you have something to hold on to.

He doesn’t let you.

Just tightens his grip and clucks his tongue, disappointed, “No, baby. Take it. C’mon, you can take it can’t you?”

Arching your back you shudder, mouth parted, “Uh-huh, I can take it.” You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Dick grinds his cock into you, nudges at your sensitive clit with barely there pressure.

“Gonna fill you up. Want my come dripping out of your pretty pussy.”

“Oh–oh please!” You think you could reach out and touch the edge of time, could swallow the whole fucking world whole. “Dick, please! Come in me, baby. Please come inside me.”

Slamming into you, Dick groans, long and low and so goddamn pretty your head spins. You feel him twitch inside you, then seconds later you feel his come flooding your pussy and leaking out around the sides of his cock.

Holding both of your hands in one palm he uses his free hand to rub at your clit. The stimulation has you sobbing, sensitive and ready to claw out of your own skin. Dick shushes you when you cry out, kisses you hard, mean, licks into your mouth and swallows every noise like he’s hungry for it.

You come again and Dick groans into your mouth then pulls back, a thin string of spit connecting you.

Shuffling off you, his cock slips out and the emptiness feels endless, feels like you’re missing something important. Getting face to face with your pussy Dick moans when he watches your hole twitch and leak a mixture of yours and his come.

Gathering his release on his fingers Dick pushes his come back into your cunt, fingers it back inside you, “Fucking hell,” He groans, biting at your inner thigh. “Y’look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“Love it when you come in me, baby.” You admit, breathless.

“Careful.” Dick warns. “You’re gonna get me hard again.”

The smile on your face is coy, “Good.”

It’s touching four in the morning when your phone buzzes.

Rolling over with a garbled groan you swing wildly and embarrassingly uncoordinated for the device. Flicking through the notifications glaring over the screen you pull up short when you read the beginnings of an email from someone who isn’t your boss.

Suddenly awake and balancing clumsily between fury and fear you unlock your phone to read through its entirety. Getting to the bottom of the email your mouth hooks up at the corners.

‘From this point onwards you will no longer be asked or required to work overtime, and effective immediately you will be working under a new manager.’

Dick Grayson you little bastard.

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Journal Entry Three [And Noticing That Grayson Hawthorne Has Extremely Nice Arms]

note: y'all are so sweet with your comments like sjhfhdgjhs. anyway since some of you guys wanted to be in the taglist, i made one!! taglist: @f4iry-bell, @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader

Wednesday– Sunday was the last day I saw Grayson Hawthorne but that does not mean Sunday was the last day he was in my head. And oh my gods that waist. So slutty. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Xander crossed his legs from where he was leaning against the wall. “I thought Whiskey Woes would’ve been enough.”

You scoff. “Do you even know your brother? He’d rather drink his and my bottle of whiskey before answering any question.”

You remember how his lips looked on the full glass of whiskey, and how he drank the whole glass without looking away from you.

“If you get turned on by looking at a guy drink whiskey, I don’t even know who to set you up with.” Xander says.

“I don’t get turned on–”

“Don’t even start.”

“Fine.” You huff. “But why is he so damn hot?”

“We have to make him fall for you.” Xander says, ignoring you. “Fall into his arms.” Xander wags his eyebrows suggestively, and you look away.

“One, I can’t trip on purpose, and two, that will make me look desperate.”

“Everyone’s throwing themselves at him; all you have to do is do it classily.”

You grin. “Like what? Like, oh no, the heat. It wounds my heart, Mr. Hawthorne.”

“That is such terrible acting.” A voice behind you says, and you groan.

Grayson Hawthorne is behind you, and you don’t know just how much he overheard.

And he’s leaning against the wall, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and top button unfixed.

And he looks hot.

“It was meant to be terrible.” You grumble, rolling your eyes.

“No doubt.”

You begin to wonder why someone who talks so dryly has some so close to capturing your heart.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He talks as though he’s constantly in a business meeting, and he dresses as though life is business and he’s the chairman. Except for some times where he actually looks extremely ravished. Like today. Gods I just want to run my hands through his hair and mess it all up. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I need to ask, why do you stare so much? Is it just at me, or do you stare at everyone you meet?”

Only the attractive ones.

He raises his eyebrow. “You find me attractive?”

And there comes your habit of saying things out loud. And the fact that there’s no Xander snickering behind you, he probably left.

Traitor.

“You know what, I just realised that I have three essays due. So like, bye.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He probably thinks I’m obsessed with him or something. Maybe I am but he’s never gonna read this journal so. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

He tilted his head to the side and watched you turn and go the other way before he called your name.

Your name.

Not a “Ms.” and your last name.

Your real name.

“Your car is parked in the opposite direction, in case you forgot.”

You turn around, before shooting a thumbs up. “Totally knew that.”

His lips quirk up, and you can’t help but stare. He looks so infuriatingly gorgeous in his neatly pressed suits and perfectly styled hair and you often find your mind straying to how he would look messed up.

His hair all ruffled and his shirt with slight creases and your lips on his–

Not the last one. That was just an extra thought.

“Would you like me to drop you off? To your car?” Grayson asks, and you feel like he could do anything and you would find him every bit the gentleman.

He could kiss you and make you look ravished and wrap your legs around his waist and even then, he would be perfectly gentlemanly.

You nod. “That would be nice.”

He pushes off the wall, using his hand to show you the way. “Then? I do not have all day, love.”

Your brain is lagging.

He called you love.

And Grayson Hawthorne looks like he knows exactly what that did to you.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He called me love. LOVE. And by god, if that self-satisfied smile on his face means anything, he looks so smug seeing what effect that had on me. Bloody bastard. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

His confidence doesn’t slip at all, and you walk towards him.

His eyes are maddening.

It’s like a bottle of wine. Heady and intoxicating but you just want more and more even if it could poison you.

The two of you walk towards where your car is parked, and then, you feel as though the universe hates you.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Guess what happened then. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You tripped.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I tripped. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

On a pebble.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I fucking tripped on a pebble. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You’re falling forwards, thinking you’re going to smash your nose against the pathway when two really strong arms come around your waist.

Very strong.

You notice how good his arms look when they’re flexed like that, and god, does he look hot.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He caught me before I fell, but goodness. I thought his waist was the best part about his body. I was so damn wrong, because man, do his arms look amazing. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Are you all right?” He whispers. You feel his mouth at the curve of your ear, and you shiver.

For a moment, you berate yourself for having such a reaction to just his voice.

“Yeah.” You whisper back.

You can hear the stupid smile in his voice when he says: “I guess you did fall into my arms after all.”

You're too lost in his touch to feel embarrassed that he heard you and Xander talk about it.

He pulls you back, making you stand steady on your feet, before he removes his arms from your waist.

But he doesn’t do it sharp and quick, as though you burned him.

He does it slowly, his long fingers featherlight on your waist as they pull away.

You can still feel his phantom touch.

“Why– How do you do this to me?” He murmurs, so low as though he doesn’t want you to hear it.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Then he goes and murmurs about how I do something to him and his voice is gorgeous when he murmurs. I’m becoming one of those fangirls on the internet. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The man is seducing you, slowly. Everything about him is slow.

The way his lips touch the glass of whiskey and downs it in one slow gulp.

The way his fingers move from your waist and leaves a phantom touch.

The way he blinks now, leading you forwards towards your car again.

It’s like he knows what he does to you.

Oh, he knows.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He knows that I’m falling for him. He knows that when I’m with him, I lose myself. Oh god, he knows. And I love it. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Journal Entry Two ☆ Journal Entry Four

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 9 months

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Hey!! I don’t know if you do requests but I have been exploring your page and figured I might as well ask :)- SO if you’re open to it, I would love to see a Dick Grayson x Reader where they’re friends at first (lots of tension) and she knows he’s nightwing but doesn’t get involved bc she’s a civilian and he wants her to keep a safe distance from it, BUT one day they’re hanging out together and a villain shoots her with some sort of blaster and the effects mess with her and end up giving her some type of meta human ability (your choice!) she ends up freaking out and he helps her gather her composure and comforts her with a lil angsty fic where he’s rlly worried but then she ends up being okay- IF YOU DONT DO REQUESTS DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO THIS ‼️ thank you so much for your time babe :)

i feel like this one was definitely a little hard to get a good ball rolling, but I finally got there. i actually physically wrote bits of this at work cause of how bored I was and how slow it was. i hope this is to your liking! barely proofread so forgive possible bad grammar and stuff

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (use of y/n) wc: 1.8K

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for once it seemed to be a pleasant day in gotham. early spring with flowers blooming brightly and trees growing to share their shade with commuters. the sky was like a shimmering ocean with how blue and cloudless it was; it seemed like everyone was outside if they didn’t have an obligation somewhere.

you and dick were two people taking advantage of the once-in-a-blue-moon seasonal weather. dick was growing his hair out while he was away at college so when the sweet-scented breeze swept by it toyed with his jet-black strands, some sticking in the air and others poking his eyes. he was wearing a long sleeve white cotton shirt, his sleeves pushed to his elbows with two top buttons left open to show more of his collarbones off. his long legs and thick thighs were covered in a light blue pair of levi’s 501s and damn did they do him excellent justice, your eyes couldn’t help but glance over every chance you could for just a peek.

“sweetheart!” was called which was followed by a light shove to your left shoulder. you blinked a few times and quickly shook your head then turned to see dick staring at you with a smirk on his pink lips. “you okay?”

a slow blink, “yeah.” you coughed then looked forward, “yeah. all good, just…zoned out.” trying to play it off.

“oh, so my talk about the latest night activities is boring to you?” a playful hurt tone as dick set his open palm on his chest. he added a pout for more dramatics.

now you rolled your eyes and shoved his right shoulder which didn’t do anything to his tall and muscular figure, he just chuckled at your attempt.

“no. talks of your night activities are interesting. i just got concerned after a while. still makes me nervous, hearing you talk about riddler or penguin or even joker like it’s something normal.” your eyes held a softness as they locked with dick’s. his baby blues melting at your words.

he looked forward then licked his lips before saying, “well it is my normal. i’ve been dealing with some of these people since i was thirteen. kinda got used to them and their gimmicks.” shrugging his words off.

the both of you went quiet. the background noise of children giggling and screaming from joy in the park, dogs barking and rushing about to chase thrown sticks. parents with strollers chatting beside each other getting in some steps, and a few older men sitting at a stone chess table and playing their game in their comfortable silence.

shyly you glanced down to see your hands swinging beside each other. you bit into your bottom lip and swooped in, sandwiching your hands together before looking straight down your path. dick didn’t say anything, you only felt the way his hand squeezed yours and the goosebump-inducing way his eyes were watching you.

“why don’t you restart your account? i’ll listen this time.” taking a glance at the handsome boy before forcing your eyes away.

he hummed but didn’t say anything right away. you didn’t bother forcing him to retell the story, rather enjoying the blissful bubble that formed around the two of you. but after a few minutes rolled past, dick slowly started to dive into retelling his encounter with riddler when he was patrolling with bruce. his unoccupied hand moving about in the air, not able to keep any part of his body still. you watched his face with intense focus, pupils following the movement of his jaw and the way his lips formed his words.

just staring at him made your heart thump thump thump faster.

“and so i threw one of my sticks and caused the machine to blow up.” that was all you were able to catch before screaming erupted causing chaos. people were running any way they could, some tripping and falling as the ground shook.

your knees buckled from the unexpected quake, but dick wrapped his arms tight around your middle and held you flush to his chest. you could practically feel his heart beating against your back and on his pulse point where your fingers circled his wrist.

green smoke starts to flood the slowly deserted park. large monstrous roots break apart concrete and patches of grass, and sharp thorns barely miss bystanders. “ivy.” dick’s voice dropped an octave, his hold on your tightening even further you thought he was gonna break a rib.

“dick, what’s-” “we need to leave. now!” dick pushed the both of you forward, his more giant hand crushing yours as you pushed your shorter legs to run faster.

just as you rounded a bend, one of the thick roots tangled itself tight around your ankle, causing you to trip and sprain your wrist. a strained cry for dick as the plant tugged you along the ground, spiked thorns digging harshly into your skin. Then suddenly you came to a stop and there was a loud snapping sound behind you. when glancing over your shoulder the root was broken in two, dick removed the piece stuck to your bleeding skin. you couldn’t help the pathetic whimpers or the tears staining your cheeks.

“it’s okay. it’s okay, sweetheart. i got you, you're safe with me.” dick was comforting you as he shuffled your body around so he could hold you in a fireman's hold. your arms started to feel like dead weight as you worked to fling them over dick’s shoulders to keep yourself close to his heart.

“dick… i don’t- i don’t feel…” and everything went black behind your eyes and static rang in your ears.

there was a tingle in your body, zipping up and down, head to toe hitting every nerve ending. muscles felt coiled tight, and sore like you did too many workout sessions at once. a groan deep in your throat as you tried moving your arms, pushing yourself upward.

“woah, woah strong girl. stay down.” firm hands held your upper arms to lay you gently when you moved your hands away.

squeezing your eyes tight before trying to peel them apart, feeling eye boogers crusting the edges near your lashes. your throat felt like sandpaper as you tried asking, “what- what hap-“ “wait, wait. drink some water.”

dick’s voice was low and gentle. a hand warm and firm holding the back of your neck as your lips fumbled for the plastic straw so you could sip down ice cold water to soothe the ache in your throat. a relieved sigh just as you opened your eyes completely.

dick was leaning over you, overhead lighting casting him in a halo glow. his growing black hair falling forward, his stunning blue eyes moving quickly and you noticed his dark circles looked deeper. his plush chapped lips turned to a saddened smile with the corners turned up.

“there she is. there’s my girl.” it was almost a purr and a delighted sigh escaped from you as you let your body relax.

your heart monitor started to beat quicker and you felt warm knowing it was due to dick and his words, but he looked panicked and then called for bruce.

“dick, it’s nothing serious.” not understanding why he was stressing when he’d usually just tease you. reaching with your right hand to touch him, you stopped short when you saw the skin of your hand was… green.

looking at your other hand and it was also green. you pushed the white sleeves up your arms and more green just followed. now you had a reason for your heart to beat faster, you were panicking, not understanding what happened to you.

“y/n, i need you to slow your heart rate. your body will react differently with this chemical in your blood.” bruce’s deep commanding voice went in one ear out the other. you tried taking slower breaths, curling your fingers into your palms to ground yourself. none of it was working.

“dick, what’s happening? what happened after the park?” voice getting wobbly and thick with emotion.

he licked his lips and reached towards you before pulling back, it hurt you to see that. “you- you passed out in the park and so i brought you back to the manor. and alfred was taking care of you until your skin started to stain into his green shade. so we took some blood samples and brought you down here for safety, turns out…”

he trailed off as he licked his lips again. “what, dick? what’s infected me?” trying to sound firm but it cracked on the word infected. scared this might be permanent.

dick sighed, “we’re still not one hundred percent sure. but can confirm that it’s from poison ivy, which explains the green complexion. which- which doesn’t change your beauty, glowing even more.” he rambled as you got quiet.

without realizing it, you slowed your heart rate back to normal. bruce and dick seemed more calm and dick walked closer to rest his hand over yours.

“i don’t want to be stuck like this.” shiny teardrops fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. you didn’t want to be different, chemically altered. you liked who you were, completely fine in your mundane life.

dick moved his palms to cradle your plush cheeks, his thumb or knuckle working to swipe away your distress and fear. “it’s okay. we’re- bruce is working on an antidote. should take a week, tops.”

“a week!” almost yelling at this information. “i- i can’t be out of work for a week. my boss will kill me.” groaning to yourself.

“hey,” dick whispered the word and tilted your head to make eye contact with him. “it’s okay. already told your boss a version of medical retellings. and bruce already put more than a month's worth of pay into your checking account.”

“i- i can’t accept that. that’s too generous of him.” overwhelmed by the care and looking after. not used to all this. dick thumbed at your cheek, “we just need you to stay here and get better. i’ll be by your side the whole time.”

you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, “you will? don’t you have things to do? i- i don’t want to be a burden.”

“no, no.” he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, “you're not a burden in any way. i’m happy to spend any amount of time with you. you're my favorite person in this whole world.”

you felt warm and bet he could feel the heat growing on your face, “really? what about wally?” trying to play off how strong his words affect you.

his smile was easy, lovely. his eyes are warm and homely. his touch gentle and grounding. “wally already knows you’re my favorite person. he’s accepted that he’s second.” and he leaned forward again to plant a longer, lingering kiss on your forehead. eyes closing as you hold onto his wrist.

“it’ll be okay.” words kissed into your skin.

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siconetribal · 2 months

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 8

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Epiphanies, violence, crime fighting, and staffing issues

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

Sorry about the delay, I wasn't sure on where to go with the story for some time, and health problems started popping up more and more. Things are still hectic, but hopefully manageable.

Personal matters aside, I hope you all continue to enjoy. Thank you for all your support always.

A big shout-out to my friend who is a manager of a facility much like Citlalli. How you handle the various incidents that you do with such grace is inspiring.

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

It was moments like these that reminded him of the benefits of wearing his red helmet. The contents of his head remained intact and inside his skull at all times..

Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter! Red Hood quickly got back up onto his feet, bobbing to dodge a hook before grabbing the bigger guy's sleeve, yanking the guy forward to grab his head. A sickening crunch followed by a cry of pain was satisfaction to the vigilante’s ears. The lumbering giant fell to his knees, holding his face. “It wasn’t that bad,” he scoffed, waiting for his opponent to get back up. The clang of metal was all he heard before watching the crook fall face-first into the pavement. “Now that, that would be pretty bad.” He shrugged, looking up at Nightwing. “You know I had him, right?”

“Is that what you call being plowed into a brick wall? I swear, the lingo of the youth these days.” The elder Robin ran a gloved hand through his hair, looking down at the unconscious bodies littered around. “Two, four, I think that’s all of them.” He nudged his foot into the one on his right, watching the body roll over.

“Looks like it. Now we just gotta wrap ‘em up and drop ‘em off for the cops.” Red Hood motioned towards the street with his head. “I guess today wasn’t a total waste.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Dammit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner! This could’ve all been nicely packed and solved, stupid, stupid, stupid! He berated himself as they dragged the culprits to one of the nearby working lamp posts, tying them up. Clearly finding some Jane Doe of Gotham was not as easy as he thought, especially when he looked right at her and failed to realize it. His pride as a detective was bruised to a point that he was not sure if it would ever be restored. No way in hell I’m telling Grayson about that, I’ll really never hear the end of it. He glared at the guy with the broken nose. Once again, he was grateful that he wore a red helmet instead of a domino mask. His red cheeks and peeved expression was hidden to all except for himself as the two wrapped up for the evening.

Y/N lay crumpled and slouched on the old sofa of their apartment, exhausted and defeated. How many weeks had it been since all this started? How many more were left? She had just paid the first installment of the bill, a glorious moment, until she saw the damage to her bank account.

Life’s not fair, I get it, but this is cruel and unusual! She sighed for the umpteenth time, sinking into the old cushions a little deeper. He had to have noticed her, there was no way her attempts at anonymity were successful. Not to mention, he literally caught me falling! Ah, then there’s the stroke of genius Cici had. Really, a victim of Joker laughing gas? Now he’s really going to think I’m insane and refuse to pay! Then again, maybe he’ll pity me enough and actually pay? He did leave a sizable tip between the two of us. She forced herself to sit up straight and crossed her legs.

“No, get it together! You need to talk to him and explain the situation. I’m sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion through proper discourse! We’re both adults, and he clearly has a savior/hero complex because he did help me at the bar. I’m sure he can be reasoned with when he’s not inebriated or asking a billion questions.” She nodded to herself. “The real issue is how do I find him and prove I’m not some nut case?” Her pursed lips slid side to side as she tried to figure out a method to meet up with him again.

Citlalli had suggested she just turn up at Wayne manor or Wayne Enterprises. It was a tempting option, but with her luck, Y/N had a feeling she was going to be labeled as the new arm candy of the billionaire playboy and that was nothing but trouble. The last thing either of them needed was a horde of paparazzi hounding them or breaking into their rickety apartment and potentially breaking whatever they got their hands on.

Was Bruce Wayne handsome? Yes, there was no denying that. But handsome hardly scratched the “worth it” surface. Just look at where she was stuck now thanks to one of his adopted children. No, good looks did not make things worth it, like Citlalli always said. It only made matters worse. “And triple-y so when a Wayne was involved.” She muttered. “What if he never returns to the coffee shop? It’s been a whole month since then and nada!” She threw her hands up in frustration and slouched on the couch once more. “Doesn’t help that Arkham_Knight has been MIA, too! None of the quests are as fun without him. But he did say he’s going to be out of town or something about no gaming access. I wonder if kicking Wonder Boy’s butt is still on the table if he knew who he was.” It was so very tempting to just give in to the siren call, but she knew better than that. For starters, it would ruin the dynamic between the two of them and one or both of them would end up in jail for attacking a trust fund kid like him.

Her thoughts were broken by the clatter of her phone vibrating on the coffee table. Grabbing the device, she hit the green button on the outdated device. “Hey Cici, what’s up?”

“Hey chica, where are you right now?”

“At the apartment, sprouting on the couch like a potato, why?”

“Can you help me out, pretty please?” Y/N could hear the batting of her lashes through the phone.

“Hmmm, I dunno, I do have a pretty tight schedule between germination, wallowing in my financial crater, and staring out into the darkness.” Y/N tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear as she made her way into the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Oh, woe is you, so busy.” Citlalli scoffed. “Anyway, I really need your help! I just got word that Ryan had asked Stacy to cover his shift and she agreed. Neither of them confirmed that he would be taking up her shift today, and he's saying that he asked her but never agreed to pick up from her. Yes, it's stupid, and I’m going to have to sit these over privileged brats down and explain to them how swapping shifts work again. But, that's not the point! I need someone in today and I thought you may want to pick up some hours to save up faster. Are you able to?”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll head in. Thanks for the chance, I really appreciate it. You don’t worry your little curly head about this and just enjoy the weekend away with your family. Send me any open shifts, and I’ll cover where I can, cool?”

“Miha, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Citllali quickly dissolved into heaps of praises and prayers in Spanish out of sheer relief before she finally hung up the call and texted the information.

Another Saturday night shift left unmanned because why would they honor the hours they said they'd work? Not like I can complain though, I’m hitting overtime now and that means more money for me to get these payments over with. She made her way down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, quickly getting changed into a simple black tee and jeans, with the café apron tucked away into her backpack as she locked up behind herself.

The shift had started out busy, the store filled with students and professionals burning the night oil fueled by caffeine and pastries. But as the hours slowly ticked by, the number of in-store customers dwindled down alongside the drive-thru patrons. The moon was now up in place of the sun, and no one really dared to be out too late in this part of Gotham. Only the foolish and desperate, like herself, remained at work because the company insisted on a 24-hour shop to help spruce the town.

Did she want to be out here at night? No. Was being at home in the apartment alone any better? No. At least there was surveillance here. Any trouble that could happen would be recording, and she would be safe, sort of. Shrugging off self-preservation, Y/N began to sweep the floors to pass the time. It was better than standing at the counter waiting for no one to come in. It was another dead night, nothing serious was going to happen.

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kisses-for-you · 5 months

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Just 'Tired' - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend hits you and Dick is there to help and comfort you.

Word Count: 1,049

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of abuse.

Recently, you have been more tired than usual. Mentally, as well as physically. It's starting to show in your performance and your teammates are starting to realise, mainly Dick, however.

For the past couple of weeks, your boyfriend has started getting more physical. Hitting you, punching you, anything he can do to hurt you. You aren't sure why, you haven't done anything. And you're too scared to fight back, knowing the things he could do.

Despite your efforts to conceal the new bruises and cuts, the task becomes more difficult each day. Especially during things like training, with your sleeves constantly rolling up, revealing the visible marks on your arms and the rest of your body.

Dick has recently also started to notice that you were losing weight at an alarming rate. It looked as if you were having little to no food. It was obvious you needed help, even if you denied it.

After an exhausting training session, you see Dick walking over to you. "I need to talk to you," Dick says, a serious look spread across his face.

"Like right now?" You ask, not particularly in the mood for a heavy conversation. You just got done training and you barely have any energy left.

"Yes, right now, Y/N."

"Fine. What is it?" You respond, just wanting to get it over and done with.

Dick's expression turns more concerned, his eyes scanning your worn-out demeanour. "Something's off with you, Y/N. I can see that you're struggling. Are you okay?"

You hesitate, unsure whether to tell him the truth. "I'm just tired, Dick. It's been a tough few weeks."

He narrows his gaze, not fully buying your explanation. "It's more than just that, and you know it. I've seen the bruises, the weight loss. Please just tell me the truth."

"Look, Dick, I told you I'm fine. Just drop it," you snap, attempting to brush off his concern.

Dick's concern deepens, and he lowers his voice. "I'm not going to drop it until you tell me the truth."

You so badly want to tell him the truth but you're scared of the consequences you might face. "Whatever, just leave me alone, Dick!" you yell before storming out of the training room to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You feel a pang of guilt hit you as you shout at him but you're terrified and overwhelmed at the moment.

Dick hesitates for a moment, torn between respecting your space and his growing concern for your well-being. After a few minutes, he decides to give you some time, understanding that pushing too hard might not be the thing you need right now.

As you sit alone in your room, the weight of the situation starts to crush you. The fear and uncertainty gnaw at your conscience. Unsure of what to do next, you find yourself contemplating whether it's time to tell someone about the abuse you've been going through.

For the next week, Dick leaves you alone, not wanting to push you further and make you uncomfortable or anything. But he knows he'll have to get the truth out of you eventually. And you realise that too when about a week and a half after that conversation, you come back to the tower with a black eye and a nosebleed, new marks all over your body.

You had come home to find your boyfriend in bed with another woman and when you tried to confront him, well, you can guess how that went. Now, you had no other place to go except the tower. The Titans were the only people who could help you now. They were your family, maybe not by blood but by bond.

As you exit the elevator leading to the living room, your eyes meet with Dick's. Dick's eyes widen at the sight of your injuries, and the concern in his expression deepens. Without a word, he rushes over to you, carefully assessing the extent of your injuries. "Y/N, what the fuck happened?"

You open your mouth, trying to speak, but instead, you break down in tears. Dick wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now," he assures you, stroking your back gently in an attempt to calm your tears. He continues to do so until you finally stop crying.

After a couple of minutes, you start to calm down and the tears stop flowing, except for the occasional one. Dick pulls away slightly as he looks into your eyes. "Now, can you tell me what happened?"

Through shaky breaths, you muster the courage to share the truth with him. "He- um.. he cheated on me. And then when I tried to confront him about it, he hit me," you pause before continuing, "It's been happening for a while now but it was never this bad."

Dick's eyes burn with a mix of anger and concern as he listens to your every word. His jaw clenches, and he takes a deep breath before speaking, "Y/N, you didn't deserve that and I'm so sorry that it happened. But why didn't you tell me sooner? I could've helped you."

You look down, avoiding Dick's gaze. "I was scared, Dick. I didn't know what he'd do if I told someone. But I can't take it anymore. It's too much."

Dick gently lifts your chin, making sure your eyes meet his. "Y/N, you don't have to go through this alone. We're a team and we look out for each other. I'm here for you, and so are the rest of the Titans. We'll help you through this, okay?"

Slowly nodding, you manage a faint but sincere smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him again. "Thank you," you say, your voice muffled due to the fact your head is buried in his chest.

He smiles, looking down at you, although you can't see it. Hesitantly, you pull away and you notice Dick looking down at your lips. He starts to lean in and your lips meet his.

Dick gently pulls away after a couple of moments, his gaze soft yet intense. "Now, you stay here. I have some... business to attend to." And with that, he heads out of the tower.

#dick grayson x reader #titans!dick grayson #dick grayson #dc titans #imagine

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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 months

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Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 3/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter Three: Rubber Duckie

Once the late afternoon rolled around, word got out that Jason had been turned into a child, and soon the manor was filled with life. Bruce sulked in the corner while everyone doted on his little boy. Duke stuck around most of the day, and he finally headed home. Still, the manor was filled with people. Dick came and did a few acro yoga tricks and made noodles for lunch, Steph came and did finger painting with him, and even Tim came around with puzzles. Bruce couldn't help but feel jealous, but he did his best to conceal it. At best, it was nice to see people running around the manor again. Jason made them all young again.

"Mr. Wayne," Jason whispered, tugging on Bruce's sleeve. "Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce snapped back to the present. "What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

Bruce picked Jason up. Jason threw his arms around Bruce's neck and hid his face. "Jason, didn't you have fun today?"

"Yeah... But... I still want you," Jason whispered.

"What's the matter?" Bruce questioned.

"Did something happen to my mommy and daddy?" Jason asked. Bruce didn't answer. "Usually, mommy would be awake by now. Did she get sick again?"

Bruce sat on the couch, holding Jason tight, and he took a deep breath. "Jason, would you like to stay with me for a while?" Bruce questioned. Jason started to cry. "Oh, Jason... I'm so sorry."

Dick came downstairs, looking at Bruce. "What's wrong?" Dick asked. Bruce shook his head.

"Not now, okay?" Bruce whispered as he rubbed Jason's back.

"Jason, I-. I used to think when people died, they were lost... But that's not true. You can always find someone who's died. Once you make someone real, they never stop being real. Your mommy will always exist, even if you can't see her. You can find her in your tears and in your memories and in your heart," Bruce whispered. He bounced Jason on his knee. "These tears are good... Because it means you loved her." Jason looked at Bruce and wiped his tears away.

"Do you think she knew?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded and kissed Jason's forehead without thinking.

"Oh, Jason, I didn't-."

"You're a nice man, Mr. Wayne," Jason whispered. Jason yawned, and Bruce looked at his watch. "I wish I wasn't so sad... I'm sorry."

"It's okay to be sad, Jason," Bruce whispered. Jason closed his eyes and lay his head on Bruce's chest. "It's almost time for bed... How about we call it a night?" Jason nodded. Dick gave Bruce a thumb's up and went upstairs. Bruce waited a few minutes and ran Jason a bath upstairs, still holding his hand. Jason stumbled backward and squeezed Bruce's hand.

"Jason?" Bruce asked as he hurriedly scooped Jason up.

"I'm okay, Mr. Wayne. I tripped," Jason reassured him, "Did I scare you?"

Bruce chuckled and nodded. "Only a little bit," Bruce laughed.

Jason looked up at Bruce. "I'm sorry," Jason giggled. Bruce stood on the opposite side of the stone partition while Jason bathed.

Jason sang the Rubber Duckie song to himself. Bruce held back his laugh. Jason never sang around him before. And he had a lovely voice. Bruce hummed along as Jason sang. He didn't want Jason to feel self-conscious about singing, so he didn't comment.

When he finished his song, he drained the tub and got dressed in his pajamas, and Bruce dried his hair. "Mr. Wayne?" Jason asked.

"Yes, Jason?" Bruce asked.

"Did you tell a fib when you went to my apartment?" Jason questioned. Bruce frowned and nodded.

"I didn't know how to tell you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you," Bruce apologized, "Adults make so many mistakes, and that was a big one... But you were already frightened last night, and I didn't want to frighten you any more than I already did."

"Thank you for telling the truth," Jason whispered. Bruce nodded.

"Thank you for being so forgiving," Bruce replied while carrying Jason to bed. He started to pull up a chair, and Jason started to cry. He wiped his tears away as they came, trying not to seem fussy, but it broke Bruce's heart. "Jason?"

"Please don't go away," Jason pleaded, "Can you sleep in here?" Bruce kissed the top of Jason's head and climbed in next to him.

"I'm going to tell you a very special story tonight... It's about a man and his little bird," Bruce whispered, "Okay? I'm not leaving you. I'm right here... And I'm gonna tell you a story." Jason breathed as Bruce gestured for him to inhale and exhale until he calmed down. "Ready?"

Jason nodded and closed his eyes. "I'm not asleep. I want to imagine your story in my head," Jason whispered. He hiccupped and apologized. Dick poked his head in the door, and Bruce invited him in.

"There once lived a man who was very sad. He was so sad that most people thought he was angry," Bruce paused, "Until he met a little bird. This little bird had bright colors. Its feathers were brightly colored and chirped louder than all the other birds. He thought that the bird was just angry when he first heard it, but when the man got closer, he saw this bird had an injured wing.

"So, he took the bird home and nursed it back to health... And that bird did a beautiful dance. The dance was so beautiful that some people came far and wide to see this bird dance... And it made the man happy. So happy, he decided to cage the bird and keep it hidden. This was wrong because this type of bird wasn't meant to be locked away. It stopped dancing, and it started chirping louder than all the others.

"So, the man got angry and sent the bird away. He thought he'd be alone forever after that... And so, he became sad all over again.

"That was until he found a second bird. It wasn't as brightly colored or loud as the other bird was, but it got caught in his fence. When he tried to help the bird, it bit him. It didn't make the man angry. It made him laugh. The bird chirped and cried, but it stopped fighting once it was free.

"This bird didn't do a special dance or chirp loudly. No. This bird followed the man everywhere faithfully. It didn't mind being caged. But the man was careless. He left the bird out, and it fell prey to a cat-."

"No," Jason mumbled. Dick looked at Bruce and shook his head.

"But the bird lived. Instead of waiting for the man to return or chirping for help, the bird ran away. The man searched for the bird for many years, hoping to find his beloved friend... But every time he got close, the bird would bite him and fly away, ashamed of its scars.

"In the man's life, he had many birds. All of them were unique, but none were ever like the one he lost. All the other birds came back to see the man and make him smile, but he never forgot his second bird. His second bird was so frightened and ashamed, feeling like it'd never be like all the other birds... But that's what the man loved most. The bird didn't want anything. It only wanted to be loved. He wasn't angry or brightly colored or crafty like the others... He was something so inexplicably beautiful," Bruce whispered. Jason sank down into his pillow, and Dick smiled. They waited to ensure Jason was asleep before Dick stepped toward the bed.

"I'll go out tonight with some of the others... But I hope we can talk about our miniaturized friend here," Dick whispered.

"I don't know what happened to him. All I know is it was a magic spell, and I don't feel like un-shrinking him any time soon," Bruce confessed.

"At least you're being honest with yourself... And you know what? I agree with you. I spent some time with him today and learned so much about him... Did you know his mom used to be a vocal coach before she got sick?" Dick asked. "There are so many things I didn't know about his life before-. He desperately wants someone to love him."

"And I let him down," Bruce whispered.

"We all did... It's not only on you. It's on all of us," Dick replied.

#fic #five little ducks fic #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake mention #angst and fluff #de-aged jason todd

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betustamorla · 13 days

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Arkham Batman Beta reader/editor/consultant wanted

Genre: Drama, family, romance, hurt/comfort, action, slight canon divergence (in ages of the characters mainly)

Main characters: Jason and Helena

Pairings: Jason Todd/Helena Wayne (past/future), Dick Grayson/Kori'ander, Tim Drake/Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle (past)

Summary: Batman left Gotham to his proteges, no one knows if he is still alive. It's up to them to pick up the pieces, help each other, and sort their lives before big trouble threatens Earth.

Estimated length: 80,000< words.

Progress: 20,000< words.

Plan of finishing the first draft: End of July. First chapter release plan date: sometime in August.

First scene sample:

This Arkham Knight was very troublesome, he was as dangerous as Batman, no, he was more dangerous than Batman, he was ready to kill, even eager to. Huntress touched her side, and a stinging pain answered her, but nothing to worry about for now. Her breathing was accelerated, her senses wired thin, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her ready to respond at his slightest movement.

"Move aside." His modified voice seemed to hiss.

"Sorry, but I don't feel like it." Of course, she had to goad him more, as if things weren't hard enough already.

"My business is with the Bat."

She felt slightly confused at his seeming reluctance to fight her, but she squashed it to the back of her mind until she could be in a safe environment to ruminate. "You're endangering a lot of people with this... business of yours. So no, I won't be moving any time soon." She said flatly.

"That's too bad." It seemed like she had reached the limit of his patience. He lunged again at her. She dodged and threw a kick to his abdomen, he blocked it with his elbow, by instinct she flipped back, it was the right thing for his fist to fly inches from her face.

Still, she knew she wouldn't win this fight, her strength lay in the careful preparation of traps and sigil of her prey, even if she was a good fighter she wasn't, well, Batman. Now that there was some distance between them she started shooting bolts towards his legs, he dodged those easily and shot his grappling gun toward the nearest building and pulled upwards.

"Oh no, you won't!" She quickly changed her bolt to an explosive one and shot to where the grappling gun had hooked. He fell again into the roof they were on, rolling to minimize the impact.

"Now you really pissed me off," He growled and charged towards her.

Again they danced in a mix of punches, kicks, and dodges before he finally gained the upper hand and slammed her against the floor, stars danced in her vision, and his hand wrapped around her neck, cutting her air supply. Helena struggled, but to no avail, as he was at least fifty pounds heavier than her, but she had tricks up her sleeve, in fact, very literally. When pulling her wrist upwards a high voltage discharge would shoot on whoever was the unfortunate recipient of its full power would end up knocked out, which in this case was the Arkham Knight. She wasn't surprised when after receiving the electrical hit, he backed off but did not faint, the armor probably was designed as hers; to withstand the worst of such dangers.

"You have some tricks don't you?" He laughed, and she didn't like the sound of it. "But I think you won't have one for this." He gripped her by the neck again and pulled out a vial, unluckily, Helena wasn't fast enough to move out of his reach. The glass shattered between his fingers, and the contents immediately volatilized and turned into a gas. She didn't have any other option but to breathe at least a little, but guessing what it was, she knew it was more than enough to make its nasty effect kick into work.

She was shoved back, falling into her back, coughing at the acrid taste the fear gas left, her heartbeat quickened when the faint blurred sound of a familiar melody started to ring in her ears followed by a voice she thought she would never hear again.

“Here again my dear Angel?” The honied voice seemed to whisper against her ear, then a chuckle, and there, looming over her was the white-masked figure with amber eyes.

“You’re dead.” She breathed and gritted her teeth.

“Of course. You killed me. Remember?” Then his hand reached for her chin and turned her face towards one side and her heart stopped and seemed to come to the back of her throat at the same time. There in a chair tied with barber wire was Jason.

“Help me!”

“Stop. Stop. Stop.”

“Just kill me already.”

“Jason!”

She nearly choked. Get a grip, Helena, this is a hallucination! She felt her suit starting to slow down her increasingly accelerating heart, she knew that the fear gas she had inhaled was but a small dose, and yet it was messing this much with her head even with the Bíos pumping through her system already. This new formula was very, very dangerous, the whispers of Jason still lingered in the background, sometimes interrupted by the explosion that was imprinted like a hot iron in her body and mind.

Then she felt the burning sensation of electrical currents run through her body to counter the other poison in her veins, the burning sensation of it made her gasp. But now she was able to take a coherent look at her opponent, he hadn't taken this opening to attack her, to end her, making her believe again that he didn't want to kill her. He was just standing there, looking at her. The knight was tense as if waiting for something, she was completely clueless at what it could be but she would use this to her advantage.

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Jason watched as the gas kicked into action and she crawled away, then her breath hitched and she shook her head. Whatever it was, she didn't want to hear, she clapped her hands to her ears and closed her eyes, it would be so easy to kill her now… To put the broken body of his daughter in front of him, would break him like nothing else, he was sure. But he couldn't even bring himself to lift his gun and point at her, he didn't want to kill her, she had been- What?

It didn't matter, he had better things to do. He turned and started to walk away when he heard her breath his name.

“Jason!”

He clenched his fists, they had abandoned him to that fucking clown, they had replaced him and she had left, forgotten completely about him. But something was pulling in him to go and shake her, to tell her he was right here, that he wasn't a damned nightmarish apparition. He took in a shaky breath and cocked his head to one side, stretching his neck; an anxious tick he had developed. That was enough to strengthen his resolve to keep going on, she was just a part of his past that would disappear along the Bat. Bringing her to Scarecrow and making Bruce see his only daughter be tortured by her worst fears would be even worse than death for him.

Jason turned to her again, she was silent now but her respiration was agitated, she was very still, which was odd for someone with fear gas in their system. He walked closer, pulling his gun out. Maybe he should just blow her head up and throw her dead body in front of her father. The echoing of laughter surged in the back of his mind and the scar on his face burned like the same day the hot iron had sizzled against his skin.

The illusion broke when Helena launched herself at him, he was so unprepared that he tripped and fell on his back with her on top of him.

“Don't you ever dare to do something like that again asshole!” She hissed and punched his helmet hard enough to make his vision rattle a little. How she had fought off the effects of the gas he had no idea nor was interested to know right now, he curled his arms and then threw her off him. She rolled like a fucking cat and pulled her whip out.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered as he rolled out of the way of the crackling weapon. Maybe she was tougher to get than he had originally believed, at least she was more so than his replacement. Jason knew that whip wasn't just any normal leather thing, it seemed to be made of some metallic alignment, as if on queue the whip came down again, he dodged again though not fast enough as it graced his armor over his shoulder and the fucking plate had been sliced a piece off. Fuck, if that thing could slice off part of his armor it probably could slice his arm off as well, no wonder she hadn't used it until now. The no-killing rule was just as strictly embedded in her as her father. That thought made his anger burst.

Why? Why did they refuse to do what was needed to protect? To save people from fuckers like the Joker? If only Batman had killed the Joker the first chance he got he wouldn't had-!

He snapped and lunged at her quick enough to avoid the arch of the crackling shit and barrelled into her, she flew back at least a couple of meters landing painfully on her back. Disoriented enough to become too slow to react in time to make space between them to gain the advantage of her weapons, which were long-ranged tools, up close Jason was completely in control. He took full advantage of it, he punched her in the gut making her double over even with the armor mitigating some of the power from the hit, he didn’t pause, consumed by the red haze that felt so good to let loose. He pulled her head down to connect with his rising knee, she probably would have passed out if not for the face-guard over her forehead and eyes, Jason hit her back with his elbow making her go down.

She was wheezing for air.

“Is it hard to breathe? Don’t you feel like you’re drowning? Like some cold hand is closing around you and pulling every last bit of life in you?” He remembered how it felt, to be hit over and over again until you couldn’t even seem to make your lungs work.

She coughed and choked- No, she was laughing. She was laughing.

Had she gone mad?

“It’s not so bad, you know.” She gasped and spat at his feet.

All the burning anger seemed to die out, leaving an empty cold feeling. His arm seemed to move on its own, grasping her by the nape of her neck, he started to lift her and she struggled uselessly as she still was too winded to gather her strength or wits. They were at the edge of the ten-story department building, it was at least a 30-meter drop from there to the cold concrete below. Time seemed to freeze, he took in her smaller frame, she seemed so small and frail compared to him, she always had…

Jason! Will you wait for me?

Then he pushed her, the back of her legs hit the small barrier of the edge and then she was gone. He stood there a moment then he heard the sound of crashing metal meters underneath. His heart felt like it stopped for a second.

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hardcore-lonewolf · 9 months

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🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

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WARNING: FLUFF, ANGST, MUSH, HURT, COMFORT.

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COMMENT DOWN BELOW & FOLLOW.

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mid-nightowl · 9 months

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in sort of a writing funk but i did write this very short jaydick drabble and thought i would actually share it instead of letting it rot in my wips folders

Jaydick Altered Carbon AU

Jason holds the gun in his hands, a familiar weight he can’t forget, and wonders how painfully easy it would be. He moves it back and forth, tilting it up and down. His pointer finger taps an uneven rhythm against the barrel.

His hands shake the closer he brings the muzzle towards himself, the higher he lifts it to his head.

“Is that really what you want to do with your only night on Earth?” Dick’s voice slices through his skin, carving through his chest and curling around his beating heart.

“I don’t know…how to be in this world without you,” He murmurs, rolling his head back against the concrete. The gun lays flat against his thighs.

“I’m here.”

“You’re dead.” He states, turning his head away.

He tries not to think about the blood and fire, the smoke in his lungs and the ash sticking to his skin. He tries not to remember the mud and broken threads, the taste of embalming fluid after every re-sleeving.

He tries not to remember every death and every resurrection.

“I don’t have to go back on ice, I…I can just end it now,” He lifts the gun, finally gathering the impulsive courage to bring it to his neck, where his stack sits between his spine. “Make it stop. Blow out my stack and finally fucking stay dead.”

“If you do that, it all won’t go away. Just you,” Dick’s voice goes soft, hushed in a way he never heard outside of their nights wrapped around each other. The ghost of a breath blows over his exposed skin, the intangible shift of a body next to his own.

He huffs, avoiding what he knows is empty space next to him. But he can’t help glancing back to the glowing black and blue suit. He holds the gun steady.

“Jason,” Dick sighs. “250 years is long enough. Move on.”

“Never.”

He feels the ghost of contact, the callouses and tiny scars littered over Dick’s palms as they press against his cheeks. A hallucination, a product of his brain’s chemistry to bring him comfort. He can’t help but lean into it, eyes fluttering closed as his chest constricts.

Over two-and-a-half-centuries and he refuses to move on, to let go of the one piece of happiness he ever had. But Dick Grayson has that effect on people--on him. Always has. Always will.

“You hear me? Not ever.” He finishes, his eyes meeting the stormy dark eyes of his own personal hell. He lowers the gun as Dick’s hand brushes against his forehead, pushing his white streak back out of his eyes.

He’s a coward. He knew that from the start.

“Then do what you were trained to do, what Bruce trained us to do. Make things change,” Dick’s hand grasps his own in a vice grip, curling around the gun and his fingers. He holds him together, keeps the pieces of his soul in-tack.

“Why bother?” He mutters, shaking his head and looking away.

“There’s more to this, you know that.”

When he doesn’t look back at Dick, his bluebird continues, brushing a hand through his hair again.

“It’s not the threat, but the unanswered question, the mystery that needs to be solved. This is how you finish the mission,” Dick murmurs, leaning forward to bring their foreheads together. His hands cup his face as he brings them together, skin to skin, soul to soul.

“Don’t,” He hisses out, bringing his open hand up to squeeze Dick’s neck. “Don’t you dare quote Bruce to me now.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling the press of Dick’s smile against his head.

“Finish the mission.” A ghost whispers. A wavering image of a bluebird caught in flight.

He opens his eyes and the bird is gone.

He’s alone. Stuck in a future he never wanted.

#jaydick #dickjay #unholy screeching and too much caffeine #writing #ive had an jaydick altered carbon au floating around in my head for awhile #just having a hard time figuring out who's who

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trxsh3banditt · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 3 Hair’s Breadth from Death

Fandoms: Youtube Egos

Characters: Chase Brody, Jameson Jackson, Antisepticeye, Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Relationships: Schneeplebro

Prompt: Gun to Temple

Trigger Warning!! Suicide VIA Gunshot, SH talk(slight detailed), mentions of rape/abuse/drug&alcohol addiction, past suicide attempts, suicide notes

Any further reading is not under my responsibility, so if you choose to ignore these warnings, that is on you. Not me

Today was the day. The world had just pushed him too far this time and he was done. Done with his constant struggle for custody. Done with the struggle of his addictions and bad thoughts. Done with his exs constant harassment and assault. He was done. Done with everything. Chase Brody, now at his breaking point had no other option. He’d do it.

Flashback to just a few hours ago, he had gone to his ex wife’s home to try and talk about custody exchanges and hoping she’d agree to something..anything.

Chase had been sober the entire day, and knocked on the door. Stacy opened up and rolled her eyes, sending a snarky remark once more. “What do you want? I’m busy jackass” Chase slightly bit the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from going too far. “I..want to talk about the custody exchanges...I would like to know if..we could..uhm..maybe agree on something”

The kids in question were Grayson, age 7 and Samantha, age 4. Two kids they have been fighting custody for three years. Chase would be happy with even only one day out of the week or a week out of the month to see them. Anytime would be nice..

Stacy grimaced and let him inside.

Although it wasn’t what Chase had expected, as Stacy began to be extremely sexual with him. Despite what they had discussed, it happened again..

Past times while Stacy and Chase were together where were several times when Stacy would beat, or touch Chase in multiple areas while he begged her not to since it made him uncomfortable. Sometimes she’d take it too far then hurt him when he said no. All to keep control and power over him, to make him fear her.

After that ordeal, he just spent hours in the bathroom sobbing uncontrollably as a few of the others had tried to convince him to let them inside and to convince him to talk about it, to no avail.

Fastforward to the present..

Chase stayed up all night, writing this note, putting his deepest thoughts into it. He knew what he wanted to do. And he knew how it was going to play out. With that, he pulled out his phone and started a live, knowing Stacy would see it. She usually always does, just to harass him more.

“Hey..what’s up dudes. It’s Chase Brody here...” He said, in an almost monotone like voice; all sullen and dark..all..hopeless and bleak.

“I’d like this to be known as my last stream on this platform..I want to say how grateful I am..to have gotten this far. Almost 10 million subscribers who liked my content and me for who I am..” He gave a soft smile to the camera. “But I’m saying this will be my last goodbye to the world..I have been doing some thinking and I feel like it..it’s time..I don’t know how much longer I could handle this..pressure I’ve felt for a long time. I’m not saying it’s any of your faults..none of you are responsible for this...”

He removed his hat, leaving it on the doorknob. Chase took a deep breath..he was ready. Rolling up his sleeves, revealed deep gashes, cuts and other self inflicted wounds. He sighed, rolling them down yet again and pulling out a box from underneath his bed. Opening it, revealed a 44 caliber handgun. An old one but still had one bullet in the round.

Pressing the end of the gun straight for his temple he took another deep breath. “Stacy..If you’re watching this I just want you to know one thing..”

“Take care of the kids for me..I wish you the best and I love you..”

And with that..he pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, blood and brains shot everywhere against the walls and his door as his body fell, limp..and lifeless.

The next morning the birds chirped, as Henrik went to Chase’s room to talk to him. He knocked. No response. He tried opening the door. It’s still locked.

The German was taken aback by this, now thinking of the worst that could ever happen and he quickly ran to get Anti.

The Glitch responded quickly, telling Henrik to step back before kicking the door down. Once the two laid eyes on Chase’s corpse, which had now gone cold, pulse no longer there they both screamed. The other who was home, Jameson, responded to the screams by running over to the two as fast as he could manage but he to then witnessed Chase’s body laying lifeless on the floor.

Henrik could only let out the most heartbreaking sob, cradling the body of not just his best friend, but his lover.

Anti noticed his phone, which had now died was sitting where it usually sits whenever he’d do one of his stupid little videos or stream. Beside the phone..was a note. He hesitated, but reached for the slightly blood stained piece of paper anyway.

“To whoever finds this note..” He began, catching the attention of both Jameson and Henrik, whom still had tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall.

“I would like to apologize..for not being honest about the occuring situation between me and my now ex Stacy. Over the past 10 years she had continuously abused, and sexually assaulted me. Some even ending up in rape..but nobody would have believed me if I came forward..nobody ever did. I won’t lie..Grayson and Samantha were a product of such, but I couldn’t bare to bring myself to hate them for something they didn’t ask to be apart of either just as myself..I’m sorry Henrik..for lying when I said I was clean and sober, I wasn’t..I relapsed last week, and I haven’t been able to stop..but today I’ve had enough, I just can’t take it anymore..And before I go..when you find this message, I would have already done it..just throw me in a body of water..or burn my body..anything to erase my existance from this world..I will miss all of you..I love you all..”

“Signed, Chase Brody”

#whumptober2022 #whumptoberday3 #hairsbreadthfromdeath #jacksepticeyefanfic #jseegos #jse fanfiction #chase brody #antisepticeye #henrik von schneeplestein #jameson jackson #angst with a sad ending #trauma #suicide #chaseisdead

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nightwings-circus · 2 years

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One knock away

Detective!Dick Grayson x reader

A/N: This was a request from a lovely mutual of mine!!! @stxrrryskygrayson !! They write fic themselves so go give them some love :) hope y’all enjoy, it’s my first time writing smut in a while so hopefully it doesn’t disappoint

(18+. minors DNI you will be blocked)

warnings: 18+, smut, handcuffs, dom!Dick, praise, implied pain k!nk, pet names (baby, darling, doll, sir a couple of times), thigh riding, all the good horny shit.

synapsis: you're the newest vigilante in town, though some people aren't huge fans of you at the moment. when a knock disturbs you and a cop enters your house for questioning connected to the new masked crusader; you meet detective Dick Grayson, formally anyways.

you sat on your couch in a lustful daze, zoning out as a shitty romance movie played on the tv in front of you. you couldn't stop thinking back to last night, it had been a routine hit and run for you, all that was needed was to grab a few things to shut down the operation and get out, but then he had shown up. the detective; a tall young man with dark hair and a gorgeous face. it had knocked you off your stride a bit and ended with the goons getting a couple nasty hits on you. But not before his gorgeous face implanted itself in your daydreams. which was exactly what you were doing, fingers teasing your clit as you thought of how handsome he would look between your thighs, when you were interrupted.

a few harsh knocks on your front door broke you out of your trance. who the fuck was coming your house at this hour? you slowly got up, opening the door just a crack and peering out, your gaze met by two gorgeous blue eyes dazzling under your porch light.

“Hello, I’m detective Dick Grayson. would it be alright if I came in and asked you a few questions miss?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. It was deep, but not too deep, full of charm and so insanely sexy.

“Sure hun, and please, call me Y/N” you tried to sound calm and confident, and maybe slightly flirty as you lead him into your living room, the exact spot you had been so deep in pleasure moments before.

“Any particular reason why you’re here officer?” The two of you sat down on the big couch and you looked him over. It was the same detective from your run last night, the ever so handsome man who had caught your eye and made you hesitate just those few extra seconds, the one to occupy your mind and fill it with all those dirty things he might do to you.

“Well, there’s reason to believe you might have some involvement with a certain masked vigilante that’s new in Gotham. Have you ever heard or seen someone named Solar Flare?” His voice was all professional as he eyed you up and down. Trying to get a profile. To see if I match the description, you thought and you became all too aware of the short spandex shorts you had thrown on this morning out of comfort.

“Only on the news sir,” your voice was smooth as silk as you answered, and you could’ve swore his jaw clenched and a hint of something dark flashed in his eye as he heard that particular name. “I don’t make it a habit of runnin around with masked people.”

“Well aren’t you just a little angel,” he smirked a bit, biting his bottom lip softly and putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back.

“Look the department doesn’t know I’m here. Between you and me I have reason to believe that you, darling, are Solar Flare. So I wanna know exactly what you were doing stealing that shit otherwise I might have to report it,” his voice was darker now, giving you butterflies and making a heat appear in your core. “And if you tell me I can keep you out of a whole lotta trouble.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you clenched your legs together slightly, hoping he wouldn’t take it as a sign of weakness. He was just so hot, with his sleeves rolled up and the top button of his white button down undone he looked like something out of a movie, his arms toned and defined with muscle. It was almost too much to handle, making you so incredibly wet you couldn’t bear it.

“So we’re playing it that way sweetheart? Cause I could’ve sworn I recognize the girl I busted last night, especially since that cut on your cheek matches the one she ran out with. Sorry princess, I never forget a beautiful girl like that,” he smirked. He had you and you knew it. He inched closer to you on the couch and pulled some handcuffs out of his pocket, the metal almost glittering in the slightly dim living room.“I just wanna know what a gorgeous little thing like you is doing going up against such big bad guys hunny,” his eyes were dark with lust now, and his voice made you so aroused it caused a soft moan to escape your lips, causing you to blush.

“Not so tough now are we?,” he had a devilish look in his eyes that made your heart beat even faster. “I seen you fight last night, tried to get to you to take you in before those goons did, like a professional. and yet all I could think of was how pretty you’d look on your knees instead, and how gorgeous you’d look moaning my name. You’re too perfect doll. Had me so fucked up I couldn’t think straight, and you got away. But I did some digging and here you are,” he bit his lip again, the sight of it drove you fucking wild.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you pushed your body against him and kissed him fiercely, every inch of you aching to be touched by the handsome man sitting in front of you. You craved him and his touch like a drug, one that simultaneously fueled and extinguished the fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

You slowly moved to sit on his leg, grinding against his muscular thigh through his jeans and letting out soft moans into his mouth as he pushed his tongue past your lips, kissing you rough before biting your lip and pulling away.

“Such a needy girl for me doll, look so pretty riding my leg, you want me that bad?” He quickly pulled your shirt and bra off before grabbing your wrists and pulling them behind your back to put the handcuffs on you, making your heart flutter with excitement as the cold metal touched your bare wrist.

“Yes detective,” your voice came out like a purr, full of lust and need and you felt his cock twitch and harden, wanting to burst through his tight jeans. He grabbed you and flipped around so were on your knees, face into a pillow and ass up in the air.

“God you have such a perfect ass doll, bet it would be even prettier with my handprints on it,” he growled and ripped your shorts off, revealing the blue and black lace panties underneath. You heard him moan hungrily at the sight of them before a kiss was planted on your ass, then on your dripping heat through your underwear.

“My favourite colours gorgeous, how could you have known,” his voice was thick and heavy with a primal lust as he moved your panties aside, teasing your slit with his long and elegant fingers.

“Please,” you whimpered as the heat inside you built up. He slowly eased two fingers into you, making you moan into the pillows you were pressed against. A sharp slap landed on your ass, making your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck, Sir please.” You begged. He slipped his fingers out and you heard him unzip his jeans before feeling his long, thick cock rub softly against your ass.

“My girl wants it now does she? Gonna be a good girl and take it all?” He growled and started to tease your dripping pussy with his cock before sharply thrusting the whole thing inside. He kept it in all the way for a few seconds, letting you get adjusted to how big he was before he started to thrust into you. He fucked you hungrily and animalistic as he landed sharp spanks on your ass and pulled your hair back softly, making you whimper and moan.

“Yes sir you feel so good,” you moaned as he pounded into you, his cock hitting every sweet spot possible. It made you shake with pure pleasure, clenching your fists that were perfectly behind your back. You felt the cold metal of the handcuffs slide along your wrists as he fucked into you, hard and fast but not painful. He hit a certain spot inside of you that made you tighten around him even more, earning a deep growl and moan from Detective Grayson, and you swore you could almost feel every vein in his massive manhood as he pumped inside of you, both of you breathing heavy and moaning loudly.

“Such a perfect little cunt for me doll, so fucking tight.” He growled and hit your ass again, sending a wave of pleasure through you and making the knot in your stomach ravel even more.

“Fuck I’m so close,” you moaned, and suddenly he was pulling out and you were being spun around to face him.

“Ride me doll,” his voice was thick and oh so sexy.

“I wanna see that perfect face as you cum on my cock over and over again,” the smirk on his face was hot enough to almost make you cum on the spot, and his breathing was slightly ragged. He sat down and you quickly straddled him, positioning your legs on either side of him as he undid the handcuffs and re-clasped them in front of you.

“That’s it baby,” he moaned as you lowered yourself onto his cock, the feeling of him filling you up overwhelming as you bounced on him. You almost couldn’t handle it, each time he went deeper and deeper, hitting your sensitive spot every time. He started to rub your clit and took matters into his own hands by quickly starting to thrust up into you.

“Fuck Dick I’m cumming!” You moaned and kissed him hungrily, shaking as the knot unraveled in your stomach and a wave of pure pleasure flooded over all of your senses, vision blanking slightly as he continued to fuck into you.

“That’s it Doll fuck, you just want me to fuck you like this forever don’t you,” he moaned as you tightened around him. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby fuck,” he growled and thrust harder, your body still shaking from the pure bliss you had experienced. He sucked and licked your tits as he fucked into you, slowly sucking each of them and squeezing them in his hands.

You felt him thrust hard and fast, and ropes of his hot sticky cum painted your insides as you both moaned each other’s names, his teeth leaving small marks up your chest, collarbone, and neck as he moaned your name into your skin.

“Fuck y/n your pussy is so fucking good,” he moaned as his cock twitched, finally releasing the last of his cum deep inside you. He stopped thrusting and you relaxed on the top of him, both of you shaking slightly and panting, almost gasping for air, he brushed your hair softly out of your face as you laid it onto his chest, eyes heavy from how exhausted from pleasure and fucked out you were.

“Well isn’t this a gorgeous fucking sight,” Dick’s voice was smooth and confident, but you could hear it waver slightly from how hard he had came. “One that I could get used to.” He planted a kiss on your forehead and you smiled.

“On one condition,” you giggled, sitting up and looking at him as innocently as possible.

“And what would that be beautiful?”

“Okay well first, you uncuff me,” you smiled and raised your hands up

“and two, you let me explain what exactly you came here to figure out, because I have a feeling you didn’t come here on cop business, no offence” he smirked as you said that last part.

“Well love I believe that’s technically two conditions but, I would be happy to oblige.” He undid the handcuffs and kissed the tops of your hands before kissing your wrists.

“Now let’s hear all about it shall we? And maybe later we can have a repeat performance.”

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What to Expect When You're Expecting (A Vigilante) Part 2

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

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End of a Friendship (Part 1) | Jason Avenges Her (Part 3)

What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s older brother and get pregnant after a one night stand with him? What happens when the father is Nightwing and your best friend is Red Hood?

A/N: Requests and taglists are open! See my masterlist for fandoms/characters

A/N 2: There will be one more part after this!

Warnings: smut, angst, unprotected sex, friends-to-lovers, pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant reader, sassy Alfred, mentions of dead parents and orphanages, insecure!reader, insecure!Dick, Jason and reader grew up in Crime Alley so warnings for drugs (neither use), assault, stealing, sickness, etc., low-key pregnancy trope so if you don’t like that, scroll on, size kink (Dick is 6’3”), pubic hair, pet names (bunny), spitting, oral (m and f receiving), bad self-image, self-hate

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Part 2

Alfred Puts His Foot Down

The manor was surprisingly calm as the family ate. Tim was almost falling asleep in his veggies, Damian was pouting after he had been grounded for trying to go out and fight crime with Jon, Jason was practically inhaling his steak eager to leave, and Dick was incredibly jumpy and looked like he hadn’t slept properly in weeks.

Bruce watched his sons closely, eyeing his eldest warily. “Where’s Y/N? She’s missed four dinners already.” He directed his question at Jason but noted Dick perking up at the mention of her name. “She’s been pretty sick for the past week. Roy’s staying with her while I’m here.” He said, shoveling more mashed potatoes onto his plate. “She was passed out on the couch with him when I left.” Only Alfred caught the clenching of Dick’s jaw and the way his eyes darkened briefly before his signature smile returned.

“I didn’t think Y/N and Roy would be interested in each other.” Tim sipped on his sixth energy drink of the day, mindlessly pushing around the vegetables on his dish. “Tt Y/L/N would never stoop that low.” The youngest muttered “What, do you have a crush on her or something.” The slight pink tint of Damian’s cheeks was a dead give-away but before he could be tormented, Bruce spoke once more.

“I’ll visit her tomorrow with some supplies. If she doesn’t get better I’ll drag her to the doctors myself.” Jason scoffed. “Why are you acting like her dad? Besides, there’s no fucking way I would allow her to date Roy, he’s a fucking player. If anyone is going to date her, he will be chosen by me.” “She’s an adult, Master Jason, don’t you think she can choose the person she wishes to spend the rest of her life with?” Alfred placed down a couple more dishes before yanking the energy drink from Tim.

“I lost her once already, I won’t lose my best friend again just because some cheating, no-good asshole broke her heart. It’s why I told Dick to stay away from her and see, it’s worked out well! They’re friends, and they will stay that way.” Dick winces, a reaction Bruce catches briefly, his blue-grey eyes narrow and flick to his adoptive father who, with a slight nod, confirmed his suspicions. “Now back to Damian. Does the demon spawn have a crush on my Y/N?” “You shut your mouth Todd!” Damian launched across the table, steak knife in hand, successfully ending dinner.

Gotham was quiet as the Rolls Royce cruised through the familiar streets. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, a red glow cast over the buildings. Bruce was silent, brooding almost. His son’s behaviour puzzled him. He took pride in his ability to read people, especially his kids. Of course as they got older, they were able to hide things a bit more but Dick had always been an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was caring and considerate but had a temper that frightened even Bruce.

Dick couldn’t deal with the consequences of his actions, he took and took. His relationships burnt fast and bright. Behind his playboy confident exterior, he was an insecure, scared little boy who didn’t know how to deal with complicated emotions, too much like Bruce before he found his boys.

His phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Bruce Wayne… Yes, fine, I’ll be there soon.” He sighed, a scarred hand running through his mostly grey hair. “Alfred, could you bring me to the tower, something has just come up.” “Of course.”

“Please make sure she’s ok for me. Buy her whatever she wants, even if she says no.” He had told Alfred as he got out of the car. “And if you can, bring her over for dinner tonight, only Damian will be there. I know he misses her a lot.” “I promise Master Bruce, I’ll even bring her to a nice lunch.” Bruce’s shoulders sagged slightly and he released a sigh of relief. “You’re the best. Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t see her myself. Oh and if you see Dick, tell him we need to talk.” The old man just nodded and drove off, knowing that he would have to be the one to talk to the boy.

He heard the retching even before he used the spare key to get into the apartment. It sounded almost painful, like she had been going at it for a while. The butler just calmly walked in, setting the canvas bag full of groceries on the kitchen counter before boiling up a cup of ginger tea (he might’ve bought a pregnancy book during a weekly shop in an effort to help). The toilet flushed and Y/N stumbled out of the bathroom, dressed in a batman shirt and a pair of Jason’s shorts that had suspiciously gone missing.

“I’m guessing Bruce bought you that shirt?” She looked down, pulling on the material slightly. “No, I did. I wanted to piss off Jason.” “Just because?” “Yeah pretty much. It’s funny when his face gets that red. He looks like a tomato.” Alfred chuckled and guided her down to the couch, handing her the tea.

“You just sit here while I make you some breakfast. Ah ah ah. Don’t give me that look. You need to eat, even if you do feel horrible. Try at least, for me.” She nodded and sipped on the drink, cringing briefly at the taste. “I haven’t told Jason yet. I don’t know why. I don’t think he would be disappointed in me, maybe he would try to kill Dick.” Y/N chuckled at the thought before her face fell and her eyes became glassy. “Maybe I just don’t want to even think about the pregnancy. Because thinking about it makes it real, and-and I don’t want it to be.”

He sighed, placing a bowl of plain oatmeal with a little bit of brown sugar and a piece of toast, perfectly done, with a fried egg on top, on the coffee table in front of her. “Tell me why.” “Because I don’t want to think about that night. Because I don’t want to have to tell my children that their father never loved me. That he could never love me. And what if I tell him and he feels obligated to be with me? That I force him to be unhappy just for my own stupid, selfish desires.”

“You love him.” “I do. I love him so much it fucking hurts.” “He cares for you too. He would want to know.” With hands wringing anxiously, Y/N paced the length of the living room. “He doesn’t.” “He does.”

Alfred attempted to hold her hand but she pulled away. “Then why would he leave me like that! Why would he tell me how beautiful I was for an entire night and then drop me like I was trash! Why didn’t he say goodbye! Why did he fucking kiss me!”

“I saw him a couple days before I took the test. He was in a club dancing with some woman. She was gorgeous. A hell of a lot more gorgeous than me. And all I could think was ‘why can’t I be her? Why can’t I be the one in his arms?’ And then I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe I wasn’t worth more than one night. That he would be embarrassed to be seen with me. It made me feel worthless.” Alfred grabbed her arms and stopped her, guiding Y/N back to the couch. “You need to calm down. The stress isn’t good for the baby. You don’t want to hurt them.” He wiped away her tears.

She chuckled sadly. “It’s twins.” “W-what?” His mouth dropped open. “I went to the doctor’s yesterday. It’s twins, a boy and a girl.” He took her into his arms, soothing her sobs. “It’s going to be ok. I promise.” But Y/N knew that it was the one thing he couldn’t promise.

The front door to Dick’s apartment swung open and slammed into the wall. “You stupid boy!” Dick had a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. “Hey Alfred, what can I help you with?” “You know what you did!” He cleared his throat, clearly scared by the raging butler who’s usually perfectly tailored suit was dirty and askew. “There’s a lot of things I’ve done, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Do not talk back to me Richard.” He growled, sending a shiver down the boy’s spine. Sometimes he thought his grandfather was scarier than batman. “You will come with me now or so help me god.” “Um ok, can I finish my cereal first?” Alfred just stormed forward and grabbed him by his ear, like he had done when Dick was little and he had done something terribly bad. “What the hell! I’m a grown ass man! You can’t treat me like this anymore!”

“I will treat you like an adult when you start acting like one.” He forced Dick into the car, of course with the child lock on so he couldn’t immediately get out again, and rushed to the other side, quickly driving off, leaving a couple of very confused people standing on the sidewalk. It was an incredibly weird sight, a clearly older man dragging a huge, well-known police officer, by his ear, out of the building and basically kidnapping him.

Bruce would have quite a few speeding tickets land on his desk next week with how fast Alfred drove back to the manor, a yelling vigilante in the back, making his blood pressure increase each minute.

As soon as they were parked out front, Dick leapt out and made a run up the stairs, throwing open the door and storming inside, planning on taking one of his father’s cars back home. “What the hell is wrong with you!” “I only did what I had to.” Dick was about to start yelling again when a soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Dick?” He froze as he saw her. His eyes went wide. How could she have gotten more beautiful? His heart clenched at the sight of her swollen and blood-shot eyes, she had obviously been crying. Was that because of him?

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” “I was um waiting for Alfred, he invited me over so I could be here when Damian got home from school but obviously I’ve been tricked.” She was sitting on one of the overly expensive sofas, wearing a yellow sundress with a knit sweater on top that positively made her s/c skin glow in the faint winter sunlight.

She felt like she couldn’t move as she saw him. If she was being honest, he looked like shit. Huge dark bags under his eyes, his hair wasn’t as neat as it usually was, he was even hunched over, trying to make himself seem smaller.

Another door slammed shut, Y/N craning her neck to see Alfred coming towards them, readjusting his coat so it was presentable again after their tussle. “Now is the time to talk. I will go make up some tea to give you some privacy. Call if you need me.” “Talk about what?” Dick’s head tilted cutely and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if their children would have that same habit.

She nervously played with her fingers as he sat next to her but not daring to touch her, a position oddly reminiscent of how they had gotten into this mess. She took a deep breath, giving herself just a moment to look at him, as if this was the last time she would see him.

“Why did you leave that morning?” He visibly deflated. “I realised what I had done.” “What you had done?” She repeated, a spark of rage igniting in her stomach. “I don’t normally hook up with someone like you.” Anger ripped through her. “Someone like me. Look I’m sorry you decided to fuck a fat girl but it’s not like I was running around screaming that we had sex. So I haven’t ruined your precious reputation.”

“That came out wrong.” “The fuck it didn’t?! You’ve made it very clear that you got what you wanted. Was that all our friendship was worth? A quick fuck? Or were we even friends? Was us hanging out just the long game for you since I didn’t drop my fucking panties when you flirted with me? Or was it a spur of the moment decision because you hadn’t gotten laid in a while?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” He jumped from the couch to match her screaming. “Really? Because you didn’t seem so fucking torn up in that club!” “I went there to forget about you!” “Why! Am I that horrible?!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her voice becoming hoarse from yelling.

“Because I love you bunny!” “No you don’t!” Now Dick was getting angry. “You don’t get to tell me who I fall in love with.”

“You don’t love me because you don’t do that to someone you love! You didn’t want me. Not truly. I was a prize for you, something you couldn’t have but took anyway. I’ve seen the women you’ve been with. I can’t compare to any of them. I’m just me. We both know that night was a mistake. I’m just sad that you left without saying bye, I thought I was worth more than that. I thought our friendship was worth more than that.” Her voice was quiet, weak, like she had given up.

Tears flowed from those gorgeous blues she wished the babies would have. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” He dropped to the floor, taking her smaller hands in his own, kissing them as if he was worshipping at the feet of a god. “You’re right. You are worth so much more than that. And I’m so sorry. That night meant everything to me. You’re the type of woman that deserves someone worshipping her, not some brief fumble in the dark, and I couldn’t give you that.”

“You can’t compare to those women because you’re so much better. You are everything. Kind, intelligent, soft, beautiful. You care, even after everything you’ve fought through, you still have that beautiful smile that makes my world stop. That night was a mistake because I selfishly took you. You deserve someone whole, someone like yourself who doesn’t go out every day and risk death for some fruitless mission. I distract myself with other women because I can’t stop thinking about you. Every waking moment of my day, you are on my mind. You haunt me. I haven’t slept in weeks because whenever I do, I see you. I see you at that fucking club, leaving with Roy. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking I deserved it. That you went home with another man because I didn’t have the fucking balls to tell you how I felt. The moment you walked through that door with Jason, I knew, I fucking knew you were it for me. Bunny, you are my everything.”

Dick took the chance and wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his head right on her growing womb, not knowing about the little gifts that were right below his ear. “I didn’t come to your apartment on those mornings because I wanted free food. I came over just to have a taste of the life I wanted. Where I could pretend that I had woken up beside you, and you were making me breakfast after a night of love-making, and then you would send me off to work with a kiss on the cheek just so I could come home to you later and do it all again. Because you never deserved just one night. You deserve all of them. A life where you can be loved every second of every day. When I woke up that morning and I saw you laying there, I hated myself. I hated myself so much because I had been selfish. I couldn’t give you that so I ran, like the coward I am. And then I hated myself for leaving, for betraying you like that. I was wrong, so wrong but I couldn’t go back, I couldn’t face you again because I’m so weak.”

“You stupid stupid man!” She wept, hands buried in his hair, holding him as close to her as possible as his own tears soaked her jumper. “You do deserve love. You do. I wish you could see all the good you do, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. If I could give you the world, I would. You are an incredible man Richard Grayson. I just wish you weren’t so fucking dumb.” He poked her belly, making her yip. “Hey! Careful with the merchandise!” He muttered a soft ‘sorry’ and kissed the spot he poked.

“You deserve happiness too. You deserve the home-cooked meals and domesticity and that love. I want that with you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted it with. You’re just this huge ball of sunshine that I’m not scared to be myself around. I loved those mornings too because I got to see who you really were underneath all the bravado and charm. You’re just a scared baby bird that wants to make the world a better place for the people he loves. And,” She took another deep breath, “And you’re the man I love with my whole heart.”

All of a sudden, that beautiful smile was back, if not still a little sad. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She raised his head as she spoke those words, making sure he knew how much she meant it. “I love you.” Dick leaned forward and kissed her deeply, so different to the last time. This time they both knew how much love they had for each other. It was so much more perfect than they could’ve ever imagined. He whispered a quiet ‘I love you’ against her lips as they broke apart.

“God we’re such idiots.” He buried his face into her neck, kissing her soft skin. “Yeah we are.” They sat there for a long while, just holding each other, finally at peace. “Oh and by the way, I didn’t sleep with Roy. He just made sure I got home safe.” Dick sighed, relieved. “Thank god. Thinking about you and him was killing me.” “At least you know how I felt when you paraded around with all those women.” He gave a peck to her forehead. “I know and I’m so sorry.” She nodded, accepting his apology.

“I told you he would care.” Alfred had a smug look on his face as he looked over the pair, subtly wiping away his own tears. “Sorry Al, I guess we should listen to you a bit more.” Y/N chuckled. “Yes you should. Now come on, you didn’t finish your breakfast and we need to get some food in you for those babies.”

“Babies?” “You forgot to tell him.” Alfred said flatly. “Ah fuck, I guess I did.” Dick shook his head, still confused. “Catch me up please.” God why was he so cute!

“I’m pregnant Dick.”

His heart stopped. “A-and it’s mine? How? I thought you were on the pill.” “I am, I mean I was. It doesn’t always work and I guess I got unlucky. You’re the only person I’ve been with in the past year so they have to be yours.” “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You’re gonna be a dad.” She confirmed, guiding one of his large hands to her stomach even though he wouldn’t be able to feel the babies for a while. “Did-did you hear that? I’m gonna be a dad!” He threw himself at his grandfather for a tight hug and then vaulted back over the couch so he could kiss Y/N, laughing tearfully. “I can’t believe it.”

She scoffed. “You’re not the one throwing up every morning cause they don’t like food.” “How long have you known?” “I found out about a month ago. I-I know I didn’t tell you but-” “I have so much time to make up for.” “What?” She expected him to get angry, but he just seemed disappointed in himself. “I haven’t been with you to the doctors or-or helped you when you got sick! Oh my god, we need to live in the same place to set up the nursery and pre-school applications!”

“Dick, we have time. It’s ok.” She cupped his scruffy cheek, thumb rubbing his flawless skin. His eyes suddenly shined brightly, a tell-tale sign of something stupid about to come out of his mouth.

“Marry me.” “What?” “Marry me, right now. We’ll go down to the courthouse. Just us. Please. I know it’s too quick but I can’t stand another minute of you not being mine and me not being yours.” Y/N gave a cry of joy. “Yes. Yes!” He picked her up and spun her around in happiness before kissing her again. “We’ll move your things into my place, it’ll be just enough room for you, me and the baby and I won’t miss anything ever again.” She giggled. “Babies. Two. We’re having twins.” “Twins!” Tears flowed as they held each other, then, “Oh god, we’ll need to get a bigger place.”

They hadn’t even noticed that Alfred left the room until he returned with a small velvet box, carefully handing it over to the boy. Dick opened it and Y/N gasped. “Master Bruce made them up years ago when he wished to marry Selina but he never used them. When they separated, I saved it, hoping that one day, one of the boys would need it. And I guess I was right.” It held a small engagement ring and a pair of wedding bands. They were beautifully crafted, the diamond on the ring was actually an opal with streams of dark blue running through it like a river, the veins shifting in the sunlight. The larger of the wedding bands was a deep navy, the same colour as the darkest shading in the stone while the smaller one was a slightly dulled silver that matched perfectly with the opal.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” Dick hugged his grandfather tightly then took the opal from the velvet casing, getting down on one knee, ignoring Y/N’s giggles as he attempted to situate himself on the hard ground. He gave her a playful glare before clearing his throat.

“Y/N, bunny, would you do me the greatest honour and become my wife?” “You fucking dork.” She rolled her eyes. “So is that a yes?” “Yes you ass!” He slipped it onto her ring finger, their lips locking together once more. “Hey Alfred, why does this fit perfectly?” The butler looked a little bashful but still had that self-satisfied smirk on his face. “I got them resized when we learned you were pregnant. I knew you’d need them.” Dick gave out a huge laugh and hugged the old man once more.

“How did Alfred learn you were pregnant before me?” His dark brows scrunched. “I know everything.” He answered slyly, slipping away to collect the car. Dick turned his gaze back to his fiancée, god he loved that word. “He bought the tests for me.” She shrugged and then yelped when he scooped her up and littered her face with kisses.

It was quite a sight to behold when Dick burst into the Gotham police station, hand in hand with his much smaller fiancee. “Gordon! I need you!” The man ran from his office, fully expecting the eldest Wayne boy to be bleeding out all over his bull-pen but instead, there he was, huge grin on his face as he dragged a woman behind him. “There you are! Take your lunch break now, we need you for something.” “My office, Grayson. Now.”

The girl’s laughter rang through the room like the ringing of bells as Dick pulled her along, smiles spread wide across both their faces. “Now what did you need so badly that you insist I take my lunch break at 11 in the morning?” Dick was practically vibrating with excitement, refusing to let go of the girl’s hand. “I’m getting married!” “What?!” Gordon spat out his coffee as soon as he took a sip of the now cold brew.

“You, the most notorious bachelor I know besides your father, are getting married?” “Yep!” Dick swung their intertwined hands around. “And we want you to marry us. Right now.” The detective glanced over at the young woman. “Is this a kidnapping situation? Is he paying you? Are you paying him?” “No I promise, this is real. I mean as real as you can when he got me pregnant.”

“Hey! It’s also because I love you.” “Right, and he loves me.” “And…” “I love him too.” Gordon sat there with his mouth hanging open like a fish, completely bewildered by the situation he was just put in.

“I feel like I’m having a stroke. Does Bruce know?” The red that spread up the boy’s neck and face told him no. “Do you at least have rings?” That perked him up. “Yep! So please, marry us. Please Jim.” He sighed. “Alright, fine. Do you have a witness and papers?” “Yeah, here.” The woman handed over the marriage certificate and he chose not to question where they got it from. “And the witness?” “Right! I’ll be back.” With one last kiss, Dick scurried from the office.

Gordon pulled off his glasses to rub his temple, questioning why he ever indulged the Waynes. “Sorry about him, he’s a bit excited.” She sat in the chair across from him, accepting the glass of water he pushed towards her. “No no, you would think I’m quite used to this by now considering how long I’ve known him for. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She chuckled and shook his hand. “We’ve actually met before but I was a lot younger then, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” “Oh my god! I helped put you into your foster home! I never thought I’d see you again.” “I would say that’s a good thing.” She smiled kindly.

“I’m glad you’ve ended up in a better spot, presuming you did.” “I did, thanks to you.” “Did you really let that idiot knock you up?” “Unfortunately.” They both laughed.

Just then, the door was thrown open again and Dick ran back in, with Alfred right behind him. “Ok! Let’s get married!” He hauled his fiancee to her feet, wrapping a muscular arm around her thick waist, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. Gordon sighed and stood, rounding to the front of his worn desk, giving both of the younger people a hard look before his eyes flicked to the old butler, who gave him a nod and a small grin.

“Ok. Let’s get started. I’m assuming you want the quick version.” “Yes please.” They both answered. “Fine. Richard John Grayson do you take this woman to have and to hold, through better or worse, till death do you part?” Dick couldn’t tear his blue eyes from Y/N as he spoke. “I do.” “And do you Y/n Y/M/N Y/L/N take this man to have and to hold through better or worse till death do you part?” Her hand tightened around his larger one. “I do.” “And the rings?”

Dick pulled them from his jeans pocket, having not changed since Alfred dragged him out of the house that morning. He gave the larger one to Y/N before he slipped the silver band on her finger, just above the opal and she did the same for him. “By the power vested in me by the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you married. Kiss. And then get out of my office.”

Their first kiss was full of passion and lust, just a formality before falling into bed together. Their second was full of sadness, and anger, and regret. But this one, the one that sealed them together as one, the one that confirmed their undying love for each other and their children, was pure love. Their own vows communicated silently through their touch. The vows to love each other no matter what, to protect each other from anything and everything, to support and adore. And as they broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that everything that had happened to them had led them to this moment where they were free to love and be loved as openly and as deeply as they possibly could.

With one last peck to her slightly swollen lips, Dick embraced his new wife, laying his forehead onto her own so he could quietly whisper. “I love you.” The snap of a camera shutter broke them from their little bubble of love.

Alfred had his phone up in front of his face, fat tears running down his cheeks. “The first photo of the newlyweds.” He sobbed, turning the device around so they could see the photo.

Dick was bent over, white shirt stretched over his muscular chest, one large hand on the non-existent swell of Y/N’s stomach, dark ring standing out against both his own pale skin and the light colour of her dress, her knit sweater having been lifted slightly to expose her lower abdomen. Y/N had her hand beneath his and the other tangled in his hair, keeping him close. They were gazing into each other’s eyes, the love and tension palpable even in a photo.

“Can you print that for us?” She asked, getting choked up. “Of course.” “Alright now get out. Some of us have actual work do to.” None of them acknowledged Gordon’s own tears. With a little kiss to his cheek from the bride and a handshake from the groom, they ran back out, thoroughly confusing the congregation of cops that had gathered outside the door.

“Get back to work!” Gordon shouted, discussing his emotions behind his glasses and another cup of coffee.

Giggles quickly turned to moans as Dick pinned Y/N to the wall of the hotel elevator, marking her neck up with huge love bites. Her arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his back, hips bucking forward in an attempt to ease the fire between her legs. He rolled his pelvis against her, throbbing cock grinding against her thigh behind his restrictive jeans.

Alfred had handed them Bruce’s credit card as he pulled up to the nicest hotel in Gotham, only giving a soft smile as they clambered from the luxury car, bouncing into the lobby to book the honeymoon suite. He always knew this would work out perfectly, now he only needed to prevent Jason from finding out until his grandson and new granddaughter were clothed.

Y/N’s hands shook as she attempted to put the key into the lock to the room as Dick continued to tease her, calloused hands cupping her breasts below the jumper, flicking her sensitive nipples. “I swear these beauties have gotten bigger.” “That’s what happens when you get pregnant, Grayson.” She rolled her eyes. “Well I still love them Mrs. Grayson.” “Fuck, keep calling me that.”

“I love you so much Mrs. Grayson. Now get that fucking door open so I can make love to my wife.” As soon as she unlocked the ornate door, Dick scooped her up into his arms to stride across the room and lay her gently on the bed.

She pulled the sweater from her body as she shuffled up to the headboard, propping herself against the huge white pillows and watched her husband crawl up, laying between her legs, eyes black with lust, to kiss her gently. His tongue prodded the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance which she happily gave.

His fingers trailed up the length of her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soon, the need for air broke them apart. Dick hauled Y/N onto her knees so he could carefully take the sundress off of her perfect body. As he pulled it up, he followed the hem with light kisses to her overheated skin, pausing only at the base of her stomach with a whispered, ‘I love you so much my babies’, then continued until he reached her lips once more.

Hands falling to her hips, Dick played with the band of her panties, fingers slowly sliding beneath it and around so he could grip her generous ass. Giving the cheeks a squeeze that made Y/N mewl into his mouth. “Take your clothes off please.” Her voice was breathy, e/c eyes half lidded. “Take it off for me.” He said, going back to nipping at her neck. With only a slight bit of difficulty, she managed to get him naked as well.

Dick’s black hair fanned out over the pillows and his wife settled on top of him, hands on his chest, grinding down onto him. “Need you inside me please.” She was desperate, pussy clenching wildly for the man below her. “Go on bunny, take what you need.” Shifting her weight to her knees, Y/N carefully dragged the ruined panties off, stumbling slightly in her hurry.

Delicate fingers wrapped around his thick cock, giving a couple jerks before guiding him back to her slit. Pregnancy hormones definitely made her wetter than usual as he slipped in with no prep, the stretch of his cock making Y/N sigh with satisfaction. “Missed your cock.” She murmured, hips rolling to try to get him as deep as possible. “Missed you more though.”

Sitting up, Dick wrapped his arms around her, loving the way her soft flesh moved under his fingertips as she took her pleasure from him, thick thighs clamped tightly around his own muscular ones, hands threaded through his hair. This had to be heaven.

He guided her forwards and back, a slow rocking that was driving both of them insane. “My good bunny. I love you so much. You’re so fucking perfect. Doing so well for me.” He praised, biting along her collarbone, driving her higher and higher. With each roll down of her hips, Y/N tightened around him, strangling his cock.

Her pace slowed, her husband taking that as his cue to flip the both of them over so he could take over. “Feels so gooood Dick.” She moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “Gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, my perfect wife. My one true love.” “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She chanted, falling over the edge. Dick soon followed, spilling into her, thrusting softly as their peaks diminished, the pleasure fading.

With one more kiss, Dick slipped away, returning with a warm washcloth to clean Y/N up before collapsing onto the bed, head laying on her tits, hand on her stomach, legs intertwined.

“I’m going to do everything possible to make it up to you. I love you and our children with all my heart.” “We love you more.” “Impossible.”

As the afternoon light made Gotham shine, the lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally happy.

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