#talking about Jason’s death like it wasn’t by fan request
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Revenant!Jazz ideas:
Continuing from this DPxDC prompt of mine, I’ve had some more thoughts about Jasmine Fenton and Revenants, especially where it concerns DC lore and Jason Todd in particular.
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In my original post, @starlightcat04 asked whether or not Jazz’s eyes would glow toxic green too. I propose that, no, they wouldn’t.
While it’s a common head canon that Ectoplasm is heavily influenced by emotions, Jazz’s Ecto-contamination is bone deep and pure, unlike Jason’s. So no, I don’t believe her eyes would glow green.
They turn from the teal she had in life to a smoldering green that reflects light just like a feline, with a heavily damaged sclera that is perceived as black in low lighting, with ash grey veins spreading from her eye sockets down to her jaw like tears.
Her once bright hair turns from a lively orange-ish red to the color of cooling embers.
That which caused her death, a punctured artery is half-way healed by the time Jazz reanimates in the crematorium, so not only is she supposed to be dead still, she also has to be very careful with her movements otherwise she could very well bleed out again before she is fully healed.
What else changes with Revenant!Jazz?
In exchange for a higher mental processing and the high damage absorption of Revenants, Jazz loses most (almost all) of her memories of her life. What she does remember is thankfully not her death, but rather Danny’s, his death scream and ghostly wail overlap in her mind, at times causing severe headaches and nausea.
(According to his wiki page, Jason spent a year in a coma and as an amnesiac vagrant, therefore it’s not entirely without precedent that Jazz wouldn’t keep hers.)
Her Ecto-contamination has to factor in a lot though.
Jason was revived by Superboy-Prime’s Reality Shattering Punch. Jazz was reanimated by her own willpower, aided by Ecto to allow her body to heal and regress the stages of rigor mortis.
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What does Jazz need to accomplish as a Revenant?
In the original prompt I wrote that Jazz returned to keep Danny safe- broad enough for a prompt, but what exactly does “safe” for a halfa entail?
Let’s list the major threats to Danny’s health, beginning with the obvious: the Ghost Investigation Ward and The Fenton Parents.
The Fentons are capable of tracking Phantom by his Ecto-signature, creating and having created weaponry specifically designed to target the ghost in question, to which they pass that tech on to the GIW.
If Danny remains in Gotham, the ambient Ecto will scramble the tech over enough of a distance, but if Danny were in a line up of three people right next to a GIW agent he’d be clocked almost immediately.
So, the Fentons and the GIW have to go. How does this happen?
The greatest irony I could possibly inflict on these anti-ghosters- becoming ghosts themselves. I won’t go into detail about what my brain jumped to when I thought about that outcome, but let’s just say it was pretty dark.
(And karmically well-deserved.)
#3 on the list depends on where Danny is when Jazz is finished with numbers 1 & 2 on her list.
If Danny is is Gotham and staying there for the long haul, then I believe this girl would take one look at Batman’s rogue gallery and nope them so hard everyone in Gotham gets the sense of their world about to be rocked, but the ones she gunning for the most?
(Joker, Bane, Manbat, Firefly, Madhatter, Riddler…)
They get the sensation that someone just walked over their non-existent graves.
(I got a little gleeful demented imagining Jazz just straight up ripping Manbat’s wings clean off, burning Firefly alive and throwing a detoxed Bane into a crowd of vengeful Gothamites.)
(Jazz learns that Joker killed a young hero with a crowbar and a bomb. She’s fully onboard with turnabout being fair play when it comes to that Pennywise reject.)
(I can’t even begin to list every rogue Jazz cuts down, it she doesn’t kill all of them, just most of their number.)
(Gotham celebrates for weeks.)
(I’m not sure whether or not Jazz kills the four mentioned previously in a couple of nights, one night or over a a few months, but it doesn’t take as long as one might think.)
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What’s next for Revenant!Jazz?
I’m still writing The Regent series, so I doubt I’ll come back to this for a while, but I’ll still be posting ideas and whatnot about Revenant!Jazz. There’s still plenty to explore here, and I have a pretty angst/bittersweet ending for Jazz in mind I want to talk about later.
If you have any ideas to add, please feel free to comment! If anyone does write this, please let me know so I can read it!
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Tough Love
Pairings: Omar Assarian x F!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, violence, stalking, angst, almost death of a character, fluff.
Summary: You’ve been dating Omar for almost a year and things were going great despite his cocksure attitude. Your relationship is tested when you ex boyfriend makes an appearance. What you thought was a chance meeting turns out to be something much darker.
A/N: So this is my first time writing for Omar so thank you @colorlesswhispersunknown for requesting this fic and pushing me to do it. Also thank you @dornish-queen because not joking without your pedro videos I wouldn’t be able to write half my fics. 😘
Divider made by me 😁
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰
You would never get used to the smell, blood and sweat mixed together making you slightly nauseous, but you endured it for him. You loved him, not that he knows that. You would tell him eventually but Omar wasn’t into the whole soft romantic mushy stuff. Especially not in front of the boys.
Omar had a fight, a warm up so to speak and you came along for support. That and you wanted to tease the hell out of him. He abstained from sex a full two weeks before a fight, longer if his opponent was in the big leagues and it killed you. Being able to watch him train, showing off those ripped muscles and not be allowed to touch, he’ll on earth. Now you would get your own back.
Making your way into the gym you sway your hips as you go, the red dress clinging to your curves just right.
“Bro look, three o clock. Now that is some fine ass right there. You think I’d have a shot?”
Omar isn’t paying much attention trying to get into the zone.
“I bet that mouth of hers could be put to good use, no what I’m saying?”
“Would your three shut up!”
“Oh come on bro no way you wouldn’t tap that shit.”
“I wouldn’t I have my girl now.”
“Huh pussy. Not like she would know.”
“Yeah but I would, I…”
Omar finally spots who the guys are talking about and he sees red.
“Eh that’s my girl so you better keep them eyes on the ground or I’ll knock your lights out, ya here me?”
“Sorry man we didn’t know. You haven’t exactly introduced us, how were we to know.”
He steps out of the ring and walks towards you, his fists clenching and unclenching as he moves. His cock twitching in his pants begging to be inside you.
“Baby, what are you doin dressed liked that?”
Your lips quirk into a devilish smile, “what? You don’t like it?”
He pulls you close, grinding his hips against you and you can feel just how much he likes it.
“Baby girl you know I love that dress on you, I prefer it off you but.” You laugh before pulling him in for a searing kiss.
“Uh your gonna be death of me baby.”
“You love it.”
He kisses you again quickly before heading back to prep for the fight.
Omar was surrounded by adoring fans as the flash of cameras went off. You were so proud of him and would still have been had he lost. Standing at the back so he can have his moment your startled by a the feel of a hand wrapping around your waist. You turn quickly, ready to punch the fucker in the face when you let out a gasp, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Omar.
“Jason? Oh…..my god, what are you doing here?”
“Hey sunshine, you look…..gorgeous.”
“Oh….thank you I guess.” You feel a little awkward with him saying that, him being your ex and all. The relationship fell apart and you ended things two years ago.
“You into boxing now? Didn’t think this was your scene.”
“Yeah my boyfriend had his fight tonight.” Your anxiety quiets as you feel his presence behind you, his arm wrapping around you pulling you close.
“Hey baby, sorry about all that you ready to go?”
“Hi you must be the boyfriend, I’m Jason.”
Omar takes his offered hand and shakes it, squeezing it slightly.
“That’s me.”
There’s an awkward silence that you break by saying your goodbyes to Jason.
“It was nice seeing you, but we have to go. Bye”
“Yeah see ya around.”
Omar leans in as you both leave, his hand squeezing your ass just to prove a point to Jason.
“What was all that about?”
“He’s an ex, things didn’t end too well and it was me who broke it off.”
“Well your with me now baby girl and I need you so let’s head in back to mine.”
Water cascaded down your skin, over your peaked nipples as his hand gripped your hips tight. Omar pounded into you, two weeks of sexual frustration finally getting released. You gripped onto his back, legs wrapped around him, your body tingling the the aftermath of your last orgasm. Boxing was really helping with his stamina you thought as he hit that perfect spot. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and pinched it with his teeth, the pain of it sending you spiralling into your fourth orgasm. You cry out his name, your tight cunt clenching around him. He buries his head into your neck as he comes hard, spilling his seed all over your stomach.
“Fuck baby I needed that. So damn hard to not touch you for two weeks but fuck if it isn’t worth it when the sex is that hot.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“God your fucking perfect baby.”
A week later your walking around the grocery store when you feel someone watching you. Turning around you don’t see anyone or anything out of the ordinary so you continue on. This continues like this for the next two weeks and your beginning to get freaked out. Your now getting flowers at work, which you know aren’t from Omar, not that he means too but he isn’t romantic. Then it’s letters, saying how your beautiful and that you’ll be mine one of these days. You’ve tried so hard to keep all this from Omar, he has to focus on his training and if he found out about this he would make it his mission to find them and kill them.
All that comes crashing down though when you start receiving calls at home. No one says anything when you pick up, it’s just heavy breathing or music in the background but you know it’s from them, whoever is following you. It gets too much one night when they ring nonstop, so you make your way over to Omar’s apartment in a state.
“Baby girl what a nice..”
You are shaking so he pulls you into him. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“I…..they…..I’m…..scared Omar.”
“Hey slow down baby I’ve got you ok, you’re safe now.”
“Someone’s been following me, sending me flowers, creepy notes and now they know where I live and they’ve been ringing me nonstop.”
“Hey it’s ok. You know I won’t let anything happen to you right?”
You can’t speak so you just nod your head and hold him tighter. Omar is mumbling something and he pulls you back a little so you can look him in the eyes.
“I wanted to do this under different circumstances but I want you to move in with me.”
“What?!” Your completely stunned, the man hadn’t even said he loved you yet.
“Are you sure this is what you want though? Your not just asking me because I have a stalker?”
“No! I was really gonna ask next week in our one year anniversary but hell now is as good a time as any right?”
“Yes I’ll move in with you.” He pulls you into him again and you let the words slip from your mouth, “I love you.” He doesn’t say anything but you feel him stiffen beside you.
“The boys are heading out tonight we can meet up with them if you like? Maybe take your mind off it, at least for the night anyway.”
“Yeah I’d like that.”
The club is full tonight and the music is loud, it’s vibrations running right through you. After a round of shots Omar brings you into the dance floor and you both loose yourself to the music. Your grinding up on him, his hands rubbing all over you. Turning around in his arms you kiss him passionately, one of the boys coming up beside you whispering, “think you should get a room boss!” You both laugh as you continue to kiss. Pulling away you make your way to the bar trying to gain the barman’s attention when a hand touches your lower back. Thinking it’s Omar you lean into his touch until to turn to face him and it’s not Omar, it’s Jason.
His eyes rake over your form, his hand still firmly placed on your lower back and you can feel it getting lower.
“Your looking…..fine.” Your frantically looking around for Omar hoping you can make eye contact, but you can’t see him anywhere.
“Did you like the flowers I sent you?” Realisation dawns on you and you can feel his grip on you tighten. Your anxiety is through the roof now and you need to get away from him.
“They…..they were from you?”
“Hmm Hmm and the letter. I know your sorry for dumping me and it’s ok, I forgive you, I no I shouldn’t but I’ll make an exception for you sunshine.”
“Leg go of me! I’m with Omar now and I’m happy I don’t want…”
“Oh that idiot, he’s not good enough for you sunshine, no matter he won’t be a problem.”
Your frozen in fear and you can feel him lead you through the crowd towards the exit. You know you should pull away, scream for help, something but you just can’t.
“I told you you’d be mine soon.”
Omar is with the boys and notices you been gone a little too long.
“Who’s that with Y/N?”
“Bit too friendly with her if you ask me.”
Omar sees exactly what there talking about, he also notices the way you seem afraid. He stalks towards you, anger boiling beneath the service. Jason has you almost out the door when he reaches and grabs a hold of you, pulling you into him. He quietly asks if your ok and nod shake your head, tears beginning to fall from your eyes. This pushes him over the edge as he walks right up to Jason and gets right in his face.
“What the fuck do you think your doing it it’s my girl?”
“Ha your girl, Y/N is mine , always has been. Why don’t you just back off man.”
Omar laughs turning towards you before he swings his arm and punches Jason right in the face. Suddenly the boys come out of nowhere and you all end up outside in an alleyway. Omar continues to beat Jason up, when you finally come to your senses you move towards him begging him to stop. He doesn’t at first not until his eyes meet yours and he moves off Jason. You pull him into you and you can’t help the sobs that escape.
After Jason is taken to hospital you take Omar home and clean him up.
“I’m sorry I got a little carried away back there…”
“Thank you.”
He looks at you a little confused that your thanking him for loosing his cool.
“Jason was the one stalking me. You saved me baby.”
“That son of a bitch! If I’d known that I would have killed him. That asshole scared the women I love I’d put him…”
“What did you say?”
He goes stiff again just realising what exactly he said before his shoulders relax. He pulls you close and kisses you softly.
“I said the women I love.”
“You love me?”
“Course I do baby, have for a while.”
“I love you too.”
“As long as I’m around, I won’t let anyone hurt you, this I promise.”
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The High Road
pairing: jason todd x reader, established relationship
warning: swearing, gets sorta heated towards the end but it’s mild
a/n: will be part of a longer series
You knew Jason was finally awake when the bed shifted beneath you.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist to tug you closer to his body, hot breath fanning against your skin as he buried his face against the crook of your neck.
“Morning.” His voice was a little deeper, just a touch raspier than usual. You felt the corner of your lips twitch when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
“Morning,” you echoed, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers through his mess of dark hair, stopping where the new shock of white was. “Or afternoon, at this point.” Jason chuckled at that, lifting his head up just briefly to glance over at the little alarm clock reading 12:28 in bold red digits.
“You been up long?” Not really. “You could’ve woken me up, babe.”
“You could use some sleep,” you answered simply, your own gaze still fixed on the clock. “And it hasn’t even been that long, I promise.” He hummed in response, seemingly satisfied with your explanation as he finally pulled away from you.
“The sleep part? You made a great call.” The bed made another obnoxious squeak when he moved back, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the judgmental face he made. “God, this thing’s so damn loud.”
It wasn’t too surprising, considering the run-down state of the entire motel itself, from its peeling white paint to the questionable conditions of most of the furniture throughout it. The bed was really the least of your worries.
“How’s your head doing?” Judging from just the weary grin he flashed you, he was definitely feeling a lot better than he had last night after downing a concerning amount of liquor. He claimed it was “okay” for him to do that now, since some of the benefits from getting the Lazarus 180 treatment was that it was harder for him to get drunk. And he never even wanted to get drunk in the first place, just “a little buzzed” to lighten up a bit. That’s what he told you.
“Would you believe me if I said I don’t even feel it anymore?” You raised a brow and he chuckled again, slowly sliding back down to rest his head against his pillow. “Seriously. I got nothing. Not even a little hangover, it’s great.”
“Is that another Lazarus perk?” You couldn’t help but ask, and you practically felt the way his mood changed. Quite literally, perhaps, since he had tensed up the way he always did when you mentioned literally anything about his...death and recovery. “Shit - you don’t have to-”
“Probably,” he said instead, one hand reaching over to wrap around your wrist as he continued to stare up at the ceiling overhead. “Probably is.” He caught your expression and smiled a little again. “You don’t have to get so nervous about asking. I’m totally taking questions - even if I can’t answer all of ‘em myself.” A small breath of relief escaped your lips, too soft for him to hear.
“And that’s totally okay, because you’re going to figure it all out. Or not.” He laughed at that, yanking you back down beside him and haphazardly tossing the sheets over the both of you like he hadn’t just woken up past noon. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down.”
“Funny. I feel the same way.” The smirk on his face made you doubt you were talking about the same thing.
“Down to help and support you-”
“That’s what I was talking about!” he protested immediately, clasping a hand over his heart in a way that only made you laugh all over again. “We were totally on the same page, sweetheart - unless you were talking about something else-”
“I wasn’t, Jay,” you assured with another laugh as his face fell almost comically fast. “I definitely wasn’t - and speaking of being on the same page-” Jason was already letting out a breath like he anticipated what was coming next. “Where are we going?”
You had been asking the same question since three nights ago when he showed up at your apartment and told you he wanted to get out of Gotham. You couldn’t really blame him for the sentiment, since everyone who lived in Gotham wanted to get out, but also because he had been dealing with a shit ton lately, and it was understandable that he would’ve wanted to escape the place because of it.
And even that was the understatement of the century, because the “shit ton” he was dealing with was literally getting murdered by the Joker with a crowbar, getting revived via something called a Lazarus Pit, and going through a whole lot of other things he hadn’t told you about before returning to the city. And even then, the only person who knew he was alive was you as per his request to not let anyone else know.
Not even Bruce.
You couldn’t understand his reasoning, and you had tried to make him rethink the choice, but at the end of the day, you knew you couldn’t force him into doing anything. And when he showed up at your door, insisting that he had to leave and that he wanted you to come with him, just for a few days, maybe a week - you hadn’t had the heart to say no to him. You never really could.
So, you settled with asking where the two of you were really going - and he hadn’t answered that, either.
“Does it have to be a specific place?” Jason finally asked somewhat wearily, rubbing the side of his face as you leveled your gaze on him. “I wasn’t really thinking about anywhere...specific. I just wanted to get out of that shithole of a city.”
Again, understandable.
“Okay,” you started carefully, turning onto your side before giving his hand a slight squeeze. “That’s okay.” He tugged your hand towards him, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And you know you can talk to me, right? About anything.” The corner of his lips curved lilted upwards.
“I know. Thanks, sweetheart.” Catching your stare, he gave you a more reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, y’know. I didn’t drag you out with me to make you worry about me.”
“Right, you’re just giving me a five-star vacation,” you deadpanned, gesturing around the motel and causing him to laugh again. “This is exactly what I thought of for a romantic getaway, Todd. You basically read my mind.”
“Okay, that’s fair - but it’s not so bad,” he insisted, propping himself up onto his elbow so he was looking down at you with another grin. “You’re on a lameass getaway vacation, sure. But you’re with me.”
“Okay, but where’s the not so bad part?” you asked with a grin of your own, eliciting a groan from him. “Come on, you said there was one!”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” he deadpanned, still smiling as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt your smile widen as he did, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck before he deepened it.
“Uh huh.”
“I like that about you,” he decided when he pulled back for just a moment, green eyes glowing ever so faintly under the cover of semi-darkness your shut blinds and curtains offered. “But you already knew that.”
You felt his hand travel further down along your body as he trailed more kisses down your jaw, your neck, and lower still. Your grip on his hair tightened and you let out a soft chuckle at the remark.
“Damn right I did.”
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Magic Mom (1/5)
Warning: Talking about the death of Dick’s parents, but other that that you should be save
Word count: ~1k
Summary: Being Batmans wife was one thing, being a strong magician a whole other thing, now, what happenes if you combine those two and add motherhood? Welcome to the life of the Batfam’s very own Magic Mom...
Requested by the great and amazing @imgayandilikeit: Batfam x Batmom who actually have magic. She met Bruce in he early years being Batman ( I kinda bad when making request like this 🤦♀️ , just say she and Bruce have been together from the beginning go through the whole DC event with him)
A/N: Okay, I didn't really know how to go with this so I decided since it's a Batmom fiction, after all, I'll split it into five parts following some of the biggest Batfam moments in fanfiction which are the children so: Dick's arrival, Jason's arrival, Jason's death, Tim's arrival, Damian's arrival (I usually don't like leaving the girls out, but this would have gotten way too much if I also added their arrivals). Hope you get it and that you like it
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Dick's arrival - You had been married to Bruce ever since you had been old enough to get married, your whole life long only loving him and never doubting this feeling, it also helped to be a child of a magical prophecy that bonded you to him. Of course, Bruce being Bruce wasn't very fond of the idea that some higher power had created you to be meant for him, why it did that is unknown, but maybe it just took pity on him, but no matter how long and far he was away, he couldn't help but always come back to you. When he finally understood that the prophecy didn't make him love you, that it was still his heart that was beating faster when thinking about you, he decided that he'd screw his prejudice against magic and put a ring on it.
And in retrospect, having a spouse that was born to master the magic arts could have some advantages. Bruce and you decided that you'd only help out in Gotham if there was a catastrophe and otherwise you were a part of the league and got called for magic emergencies alongside Zatanna and sometimes even Constantine who tried to recruit you for the justice league dark.
But other than these exceptions, you were Gotham's lovely starlet, head of the fashion department of Wayne Enterprises Inc. Maybe it was the magic inside you, or it was just your personality, but people seemed to just be drawn to you, be it the people on Bruce's Galas (even though you could do without the attention of the old, rich men who tried to get you to dance with them), the Media or Bruce's 'colleagues'. It also helped that you were such a cheery, happy, loving woman. Your smile could light up Bruce's world. He knew his decision to spend the rest of his life with you was the best he ever made, so, when you asked him if the two of you could go visit the circus that was in the city, he immediately agreed and booked the tickets.
He would never forget the look of horror in your eyes as the flying Graysons ceased to fly and left their young son to see them perish. He was able to feel the magic that was swirling around you, could basically feel that you wanted to change the situation using a spell, but he grabbed your hand tightly, trying his best to calm you down knowing that there was no way you could mend this situation.
You loved him enough to agree, but you couldn't just do nothing after what you had seen, so you were the one who took the next step into your relationship by asking Dick if he wanted to come home with you.
After the adoption was officially through, you spend as much time with Dick as he could take. You made it clear from the beginning that you weren't trying to replace his mother, that you never could, but that you would love him just the same.
At first, you and Bruce had decided that you'd get Dick used to his new life, keeping both Bruce's alter ego as well as your talent for the supernatural under lock and key. That went well for a few months, Dick started to settle in and he may even have started to think of you as something similar to a mother, not quite at the point yet where he would ever tell anyone that, but near it.
It wasn't until the two of you made a trip to the amusement park that you couldn't keep the act up anymore. Dick had begged you to go on the rollercoaster with him even though you weren't that big of a fan, saying that you had enough rollercoasters in your normal life already, but when he used his puppy eyes, you just couldn't say no. And it was fun, at first, it was fun until the two of you were at the highest point of the coaster and Dick's screams of joy ebbed away as he stared into the space that was leading to the ground. You could basically feel his panic and quickly looked over to him, seeing the terror in his eyes. There was no real thought process about what you did at that moment, and you were sure you would get an ear full about it later, but the only thing you could think of doing was putting your arm around him and mutter the words that would bring the two of you into his room in the blink of an eye.
You were gently stroking your hand through his hair and muttered calming words into his ear until he was calmed down enough to realize the situation.
Obviously you had a lot to explain after that, but oh boy, did you gain a fan after that. Dick practically begged you to use magic as often as possible after that. Did someone spill something? You can magic it away. The book you want to grab is too far up? Magic. You're too warm or too cold? Magic. The top you're wearing isn't the colour that you would like it to be? MAGIC!
When he started his journey as Robin you were trembling on the edge of your seat beside Alfred every time they were away longer than usual and you would lie if you'd say that you didn't use your magic to heal his bigger wounds every time you could.
He grew up quickly and the two of you formed a strong mother-son-bond, he even started calling you mom after just one and a half year, which was why it hit you hard when he and Bruce had their 'falling out' and he moved away, leaving you with a heavy heart.
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Blackbird | Epilogue
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6K
Requested: No
Warnings: Swearing, angst, some fluff, talk of having a dark soul and not being a good person, death mention, shot with a gun
Description: You were once a member of the BatFam known by the moniker Blackbird. You and Dick Grayson were close, but when a tragic accident left many members of the team thinking you were dead you went into hiding and tried to build a new life for yourself. But now Dick is back and he’s about to find out your secret.
A/N: Thank you for following along on Blackbird's journey with me. This was the first DC story I ever wrote, it was actually the first ever fanfic I started. Back then it was an OFC story and when I started my blog I made it into a Reader Insert. It was meant to be more of a healing journey for Blackbird than anything else. Her coming to terms and confronting her past while finding love with her best friend and the one person who understands her pain more than anyone else. I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you for your comments and love on this journey!
One Year Later
The plane touched down in Gotham and Y/N stared out the window at the familiar setting. Despite how much fun she had had on her year long sojourn with Jason there was still a part of her that had missed home. She missed the way the city sounded during the day with the hustle and bustle of people. She missed the pancakes from that shop she had frequented as a teen. It wasn’t perfect, but it was home and she didn’t know how she had done without it for all those years after her rebirth.
That was how she had come to think of her resurrection. It was a rebirth. She wanted to put a positive spin on it after so long of it controlling her and bothering her. She still had her bad days, but she wasn’t going to let her past and the bad that she had done after coming back define her any longer. With Jason’s help she had come to terms with her past and learned that she was worthy of love.
“How did you convince me to give you the window seat… again?” Jason’s voice came from beside her, it was a little groggy from sleep, but he was looking at her with a mischievous spark in his eyes.
She stuck her tongue out at him, “Because you love me?”
He moved in close to her and smirked, “I do love you.” Then he kissed her sweetly.
The two of them had grown a lot over the past year together. They had been all over the world from Lagos to Paris to Tokyo and so many others. They had shipped souvenirs of their time in these countries to Bruce for safekeeping until they got back. Y/N had gotten snow globes and flags of each of the places they had gone to visit. Jason had been in charge of pictures and he gathered postcards that he meant only for himself.
With their bags collected they headed to their apartment which looked the same as always. Tim had made sure nothing happened to it while they were away. They tossed their bags down and collapsed onto the couch together, tired but happy. “You need to call Bruce,” she reminded Jason.
He groaned, “He’s gonna want to see us.”
“I don’t care,” Y/N poked his stomach. “You promised that you would call once we landed and were home safe and sound.”
Jason sighed and dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Bruce’s contact info. “If we have to go to the manor I’m blaming you,” he told her as his finger hovered over the call button.
She laughed and stood, “Let me know what he says. I’m gonna go shower the plane off of me.” Then she disappeared into the bedroom to take her shower.
Just as Jason predicted he wanted them to come by the manor and he said to dress appropriately which meant there was gonna be a surprise party. “He’s not slick,” Jason said around his toothbrush. “He wants us to believe that it’s just gonna be a quiet dinner at home and then everyone we know is gonna be there and we’ll have to tell the same stories at least fifty different times tonight.”
“And it’ll be fine. I’m sure they won’t make us stay too long. Plus we got gifts for the others that I want to hand out,” Y/N told him as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. She was wearing a dress she had bought in Paris, and Jason was already eying her. “No,” she pointed a finger at him.
“Come on, babe, I’ll make it worth your while,” his arms went around her waist and his minty fresh breath fanned across her neck as he bent to kiss her.
She gently pried him off of her, “Nah-uh, you’re not going to rope me into doing anything because we’re already running behind because you wanted a quickie in the shower.”
That got him to smirk, “Sweetheart that was definitely not a quickie.”
She tried to glare at him, but she couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “I hate you,” she said.
He chuckled, “No you don’t, you love me.”
“I do,” she sighed. “So damn much.”
“That’s my girl,” he said as he sat her on the counter of the sink and began kissing her neck again.
An idea struck Y/N and she said, “Jay if you stop and finish getting ready I’ll make it worth your while later tonight.”
His hand paused on her calf, and he looked up at her, “I’m listening.”
She smirked, “Oh sweetheart,” she turned his nickname against him. “I’ll make your wildest dreams come true.” She gripped his chin between her fingers, “But you have to behave.”
He stole one more kiss, “You win, Blackbird.”
Slipping off the counter Y/N moved back into the bedroom, “I knew I would.” The sound of his chuckle followed her.
Jason was ready five minutes later and they were off. The manor was lit up like a Christmas tree when they pulled in, and there were several cars in the driveway along with motorcycles that they knew belonged to the boys. Y/N wondered just how many people were actually waiting inside when they entered. Bruce knew that they knew something was going to happen, but he was still going to try and surprise them.
“Miss Y/L/N, Jason,” Alfred smiled when he opened the door for them. “It is wonderful to see the two of you again.”
“You too, Alfred,” she said as she kissed his cheek.
Jason patted Alfred on the shoulder, “So how many people are we going to be greeted by?”
“I am not at liberty to say,” Alfred told them. “This way.” He ushered them into the living room where a group of people was waiting.
“WELCOME HOME!” They all shouted when they saw Y/N and Jason round the corner.
Bruce was the first to greet them, followed by Tim, Damian, Barbara, Duke, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Kor’i.
Y/N’s eyes went to the back of the room where Dick was lingering, he offered her a smile when he noticed her looking and she gave him a little wave before her attention was pulled away by something Barbara was trying to tell her.
It wasn’t until later that she finally got to talk to Dick. He had pulled her aside after the gifts had been given out that they had a moment. Together they stepped outside onto the back patio where they could have a moment alone.
“I should probably say sorry first and foremost,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t handle you coming back to life in the best way.”
Y/N chuckled, “I think you handled it the best way that you could, Dick.”
He smiled at that, “It took me awhile to realize that things couldn’t be the same. We’ve both changed since that day you died. I was just so caught up in the past that I didn’t realize that we couldn’t just pick up from where we left off.”
“If things had been different maybe we would still be together,” Y/N admitted. “But we’ll never know now and to be honest I’m pretty happy where I am. I’ve grown a lot in the past year with Jason and coming back. And I’m sorry I never told you I was still alive and that you found out like you did. But I just wasn’t ready to see you, not after I tried killing you.”
He nodded at her words, “Kor’i really helped me understand things from your perspective and helped me grow past them. I realized that you were right, we were different people and that that’s okay. All that mattered to me was that you were still in my life in whatever way possible.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, “As long as you’re happy that’s all that matters to me.”
Warmth spread through her and she wrapped her arms around Dick, “Thank you, Dick. And I just want you to be happy too. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.” They broke apart and she nudged him with her shoulder, “So you want to tell me what’s going on between you and Kor’i?”
His cheeks heated, “We’ve been dating for a few months now.”
“That’s great!” Y/N gushed. “I’m happy for you, she’s a great person.”
“She is,” Dick said, happy that you agreed. “And you and Jason seem happy together, I’m glad he was there for you when you needed him.”
“Me too,” she said softly. “I didn’t feel so alone after I came back. Jason knew what it was like and he was really there for me. I love him.”
“He loves you too,” Dick glanced inside and saw Jason watching them, he didn’t look mad or upset, just curious. “Do you think he’s gonna ask you to marry him?”
“Oh God, I don’t know,” she laughed. “We talked about it a couple of times, but I think we’re just enjoying life right now. Plus I think he wanted to wait until we got back to Gotham before we made any big life decisions.”
“Can I make one request?” Dick asked.
Curious she asked, “What’s that?”
“If the two of you do get married, could I… be the one that gives you away?” It was a weird request, but it made sense.
“I’d really like that, Dick,” she took his hand and squeezed it. “But I have to get engaged first.”
Dick looked at his brother again and knew it was only a matter of time before Jason asked Y/N to be his for the rest of their lives. “Yeah, we’ll just have to wait and see.” He slung his arm around her and said, “Come on, we’re missing out on the party.”
And the two of them walked back inside together. Laughing as they caught Tim recounting a funny patrol story to Damian from their younger days.
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Garrote part 9
[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]
Word count: 3k words
Warning(s): Explicit (+18) | sibling angst, mention of past drug use, roleplay sex!, UNPROTECTED sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), clothed sex, dirty talk, oh uh minor voyeurism. Previous Masterlist Next
AN: No beta, all mistakes are my own. Why is it so goddamn difficult to apply gifs to a post. I promise I’ll sort the masterlist tonight! Also tags will be moved to the bottom under the cut. Let me know if you’d like to be added
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Alicia agreed to meet him that same night, and he tried to be presentable, and though he couldn't hide the alcohol on his breath, he was miraculously clean. That was thanks to the girls, of course, he hadn't had a second to snort coke with all their attention and literal begging. His sister was out on a job– Healy had given them the name of the low level thug who stole Porsche. Kennedy belonged to Jason Micic's organization, but Alicia discovered the boy usually did his own jobs. Diego met her just a few miles from his place and watched her work. His presence seemed to make Jason's Right Hand man nervous.
"Look miss," he had been calling her 'lady' sarcastically before he noticed Diego lurking around in the shadows, "I hear what you're saying and I promise we're gonna fix it. By this time tomorrow, nobody's ever gonna know that kid's name."
"Good." Alicia took a drag from her cigarette and held out a hand. The man reached out to shake it, but she snatched his wrist and put the cherry out on his forearm. He screamed, lurching his arm out of her grasp and gaining a few claw marks in the process. "Make sure it never happens again, claro?"
They left him cradling his arm and stalked over to the alleyway of a greasy midnight diner. Diego held the door open for her, instructing her guard with a look to wait outside (his guard did the same). Alicia picked a booth in the back and ordered whiskey and fries– the very mention of which made Diego's stomach growl.
"What do you want, Diego?" Alicia was stoic, already a note of disappointment fell from her voice as if she expected something childish.
He took a deep breath to collect himself.
"I'm sorry, sister," he said. She raised an eyebrow, but he continued, "I've been reckless and stupid and I almost got us caught because of it. You said those fucking pigs wouldn't have had anything on us except for my gun, and I can't let that happen again. So until we cross the border… no more coke."
Alicia was, understandably, surprised. "No more coke? You think you can handle that, Diego?"
His eyes were hard as stone– determined. "For us? Yes."
His sister relaxed into the red cushions of the booth. Her eyes searched his– for mockery, for tricks, for falsehoods– until her jaw tightened and some raw expression flashed that Diego didn't know how to read.
"On our mother's grave," he vowed. The trust Alicia was giving him now could not be squandered. It filled him with determination and a desire to be redeemed in her head. On our mother's grave.
She hugged him. After sitting in perfect, tense silence while he ate all the fries and took a sip of her whiskey, as they were walking back out the door, she hugged him. He felt like a kid again. He felt like he had when their mother had passed away. Those were the only times she had hugged her brother, and it left him feeling raw and exposed like a nerve ending. His head drifted as he drove home and he swiped a tear from his cheek.
I can do this, he decided. For us.
It was nearly dawn by the time he got back to the penthouse. The cityscape was always bright at night, but there were a few precious hours in the evening and the morning when enough lights went out that made the city feel truly peaceful. Diego slipped into bed, barely managing to kick off his shoes before falling asleep watching the flurries of driven snow fly past his window.
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Someone was jiggling the doorknob. Diego had just enough strength to turn his head and look at the clock to read the time was 5:40 AM. The door to his bedroom opened violently as someone fell in. He lifted his head groggily and recognized the pretty kitten heels hanging from the brown arm with a death grip on the door knob. Jazmine pulled herself up with great difficulty, swaying on her feet like a drunk and slowly maneuvering the door to close behind her. Her half lidded eyes landed on Diego and she smiled.
"Hey." She sounded hoarse and slurred. "I didn't think you'd actually be here…"
Diego groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to sit up just a bit. "You asked me to be here. What do you want?"
Something like sickness flashed over her face but only for a second. Her brow smoothed with determination and she sauntered with purpose to the side of his bed. Jazmine pulled his hair lightly and elicited a grunt from him.
"I saw Haagen last night," she sighed. "When I left, I got a cab and got drunk and… well, here I am."
Diego had a hard time focusing on her words, what with the gentle petting of his hair causing distraction, but he understood the unspoken story hidden between the lines. He rested a hand on top of her thigh and felt her twitch under his touch but not away from it.
"If you're not too tired…" Her soft hand slid down, down, down. Stroking over the side of his neck and the open collar of his shirt, caressing his chest and pressing into the plain of his stomach until it mirrored his own touch on her thigh. She even gave him a squeeze which caused him to twitch as she had. "I could use a nice massage."
Diego felt himself smirk involuntarily. She had his blood pumping now and pushing out the grogginess of a near sleepless night. He squeezed her back in answer but made no move to sit up or do anything else.
On Jazmine's part, she couldn't take her eyes off of the man. There was something about the calmness and the plain white shirt that made him seem altogether a different man. He didn't look like a drug lord right now– he looked like somebody's husband. Maybe even somebody's dad. She could put that thought to good use…
"You like roleplaying, Diego?" His eyes had drifted shut but one opened curiously. "I can start."
"Every girl likes doctor and nurse," he mumbled almost to himself.
Jazmine shook her head. "I've got something else in mind."
She stood up and tossed her shoes to the side. Only as she was taking it off did Diego notice she was wearing a t-shirt over her dress (in his defense, they were the same color). What she wore beneath was modest, something she could pass off in a church, which was a far cry from the little number she had worn to the club. Jazmine started her story by removing his belt with an agonizingly slow pace.
"You," she said, tapping the buckle, "are a 9 to 5 office jockey who loves his parents and makes a decent living wage."
"So sexy," he drawled sarcastically.
"And I–" she ripped the belt from the loops of his pants eagerly and in one motion, "– am your wife."
Diego's voice dropped. "Keep going."
"I take care of the kids and our three story suburban house." She unbuttoned his pants with one hand, struggling and constantly bumping into his junk just to drive him crazy. "And we're so busy with everything we haven't had time to ourselves since our second kid. But guess what?"
The button finally popping forced air out of Diego's lung, and he pulled his pants down himself as he became impatient. Jazmine was intent on keeping control and straddled his hips with force. His hands found their way up her skirt with ease and he fingered the strap of her panties as he waited for the other shoe to drop. "It's their first day of kindergarten."
Diego's lust addled brain took a second to catch up. It was harder to do with her warm core putting pressure on his hardening cock, but he managed, and when he did he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you saying we haven't had sex in five years?"
Jazmine hummed. She ground down on his hips, and he couldn't help but buck into her, feeling rock hard and ready. The woman slipped into her role like she was born to it, donning a face of longing with just a pouting lip.
"I've missed you so much, baby..."
God, he could not wait to get naked– this would just have to do. Diego sat up until he was chest to chest with 'his wife' and slipped his hands into his boxers to free his cock from its confines. Jazmine wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him for dear life as he pushed her panties to the side and slipped a finger in.
"So wet, baby," he groaned, "estas listo?"
American girls loved hearing his Spanish and Jazmine was no different judging by the way she shuddered. He had to do everything by feeling since she refused to let go of him. She slid onto his cock like she belonged there, and although it was truthfully the first time, it felt like the first in a long time.
Jazmine gasped when he finally bottomed out. Without a condom, she could feel every single vein and ridge of his thick length wedged into her pussy, and just the slightest movement caused the greatest sensations. Diego's warm breath fanned over her chest and she wished she could reach the zipper on the back of the dress to offer her nipples to him. He was content, it seemed, to try and taste them from the outside, and she squeezed his cock as a reward.
"Oh fuck me."
It wasn't meant as a request but Diego obliged her nonetheless. He gripped the soft curves between her hips and her waist and used them to bounce her in his lap, not too fast and not too deep, limited by the position but also like he wanted to keep her close to him. His watering mouth soaked through her dress and her lacy bra and when he pulled away to attack the other it left the last cold.
The sweet burn of Diego's ministrations allowed Haagen's to wash away like footprints on a sandy beach. All that mattered now was Diego, and the unexpectedly tender way he fucked her like she really was the mother of his children. It made her ache where it shouldn't have, deep in her chest, but she didn't fight it and soon the tightening coil in her core won over her attention.
Diego moaned with his mouth still on her and Jazmine keened in response, wrapping her fingers in his hair and dragging his head up to look at her. His pupils were blown wide but the light from the window still illuminated the deep brown ring of his eyes in a way that was so hypnotic she couldn't look away.
His lip curled (of course) and the unhinged mischief of his former self shone through. "Want another..."
She couldn't tell if it was a question for her or a statement from him. He kept her bouncing on his cock as his eyes drifted down to her mouth and back up again. Every time she came down it was harder and deeper than before as she let her whole weight crash into him. "Put another baby in you, huh, muñeca? Make it three…"
That should not have been as hot as it was. Jazmine whined involuntarily and put both of her hands on his chest to push him onto his back, stalling their impeccable rhythm for a second as she basked in how deep his dick really went.
He could do it. For real– his cock was naked in her pussy and he had the length to do it better than most. Oh fuck, it's curved, she thought, wishing she was fucking him the other way around. Can't stop now. Can't wait.
Jazmine began to ride Diego and listened to all the filthy things that fell from his lips. No wonder I married you.
"Yeah, querida? You like this dick? Want me to cum inside and paint a pretty picture?"
"Yesss," she hissed. "Oh god. Fuck…"
"That's it, mama, keep fucking yourself. Don't need my help, do you? Got it all figured out. Put a baby in you and watch you grow again…"
Jazmine gasped, she was so close, hanging right on the edge. "Fuck, daddy…"
She didn't even know she'd said the magic word, but the pair came together, and hard. Diego's grip on her waist was bruising and merciless, he filled her up with all he had and then some, and just to make it extraordinary, he made her hips grind into him for good measure. Jazmine's mouth dropped low and saliva dribbled out and dripped into his shirt, her hands tearing a button off as her pussy clenched down on his pulsating cock for a true flood. She was seeing stars when the torrent of endorphins finally drew back, and she collapsed onto his chest, boneless and gasping for air.
When their breathing had finally slowed down, Jazmine moved just enough of her weight to make them both comfortable without adding distance– for her sake as much as his. There was sweat cooling in the small of her back, Diego’s chest rose and fell beneath her head, and the memory of Haagen faded away like static on a television set.
“So,” Diego hummed, “I take it that was a bit of a fantasy of yours, eh?”
Jazmine’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Three kids, a house, and a spouse?” She thought about it for a moment and shrugged, “doesn’t everyone, in their own way?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
"I will admit it was probably most definitely brought on by this," she plucked at his white shirt, smirking with pride at the missing button and pocketing it in her drenched bra. "You look like… well I don't know exactly but this shirt screams normal and I figured you couldn't possibly own something like that."
Diego hummed but offered no explanation for the unusual attire. He could probably go incognito through a crowd and never be seen with that thing. Now uncomfortable, Jazmine sat up and flung off her dress, admiring the red handprints on her sides. She lay back down into his embrace and chuckled.
"What?"
She started drawing circles on his chest with a finger. “I wasn’t sure you could get off without, you know, an audience.”
Diego shrugged his shoulders (jostling her head in the process) and she could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “of course I can come without an audience. It’s a preference, not a medical condition.”
“Oh right, sure. Sure.” The warm hand on her back began to slide, tracing up her sides and just short of cupping her face, she felt his fingers graze her earlobe. A groan of irritation ripped through her throat. “I guess you did get an audience after all.”
“What’s that supposed to mean exactly?”
Jazmine took her sweet time answering him as she rolled up and over top of him to get to the other side of the bed and to touch the room light remote on the nightstand. Now brighter in the slick black design of Diego’s bedroom, she leaned over him on her elbow and pointed.
Directly at her fake hearing aid.
Diego stared for a moment before his cheeks puffed and he blew a raspberry trying to hold his laugh. It exploded from his chest like a bark and his entire body curled into it, which in turn warmed Jazmine to join in. For as cool and unbothered as Agent Healy portrayed himself, there was no way he could have been able to ignore the sounds on the other end of the listening device by the sheer volume of the activities on the receiver.
Ever the exhibitionist, Jazmine was not surprised to find Diego’s hand pressing into the back of her neck to draw her closer. She rolled her eyes when he leaned forward to speak directly into the microphone, “like what you heard, Healy?”
The answer came in an instant. Just as Jazmine was debating whether to settle back into the bed or to get up, Diego’s phone rang. The man was having far too much fun as he pushed her under him and reached for the nightstand even though she was closer. His knee fell between her sensitive thighs as he checked the screen. Despite everything, he still looks at her with disbelief as Healy’s contact glares back at him.
Healy’s voice sounded somehow right coming from a speaker. It matched the sometimes robotic way he delivered them lines about his purpose or his plan. “Yes, Mr. Jimenez, I am always on the edge of my seat when you make a pass at my informant.”
The expression only flashes for a second across his face, but for a moment Diego looked as uncomfortable as Jazmine felt. It was strange, knowing the name and the face of the person who was surveilling you. Knowing they hear everything all of the time and forgetting, only to remember and wonder if you’ve done something to warrant the shame and embarrassment that floods through you upon recollection. Jazmine was more often than not completely unaware of the thing until it beeped its death notes. She would have to remember to set a schedule for charging it every night, as Healy had suggested before.
“It’s fascinating the things people get up to when they think they’re alone,” Healy continued, “but if it is any consolation to you, Miss. Mann, I am accustomed to turning a blind eye– or ear, I suppose– to your nonessential activities.”
Well at least that was something. Diego hung up (or Healy did, she wasn’t paying attention), then turned to look her in the eye with a mischievous glint.
“What?”
“Jazz Mann.”
“Shut the– I’m going to fucking strangle you.”
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Alrighty, I think this was pretty successful! But know that it’s all downhill from here (OK, mostly downhill from here).
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My brain is void of any questions as of right now, so this is kinda basic (sorry!) but what is one interesting fact about each of your OCs?
Oooohoho, yeah. These guys have some History, so this'll be fun. Putting this one under a cut.
Francesca "Frankie" Falkenrath
The reasoning behind her name is because I created her as the unisex protagonist of a musical idea I had when I was 15/16. I was looking at a list of gender neutral names, saw and liked the name Frankie, looked through surnames starting with "f" bc I wanted the name to be alliterative, found the surname "Falkenrath" in a list of German last names, and picked it bc it essentially means "council of falcons" which is badass as hell. By the time I made her into a non-unisex character, I'd gotten so attached to the name that I ended up keeping it.
Damien Hall
(Fair warning, a lot of this trivia is gonna be name-based) I originally came up the name "Damien Hall" for the male lead of a musical I came up with after seeing Phantom of the Opera in Cleveland when I was 14. He was an angel that guarded over a massive cemetery and used this big church bell to calm restless spirits, and he ended up falling in love with a recently orphaned girl whose singing also calmed spirits. I ended up passing the name around a lot of stories before finally using it for my favorite veterinarian boy <3
Det. Shiloh Hawthorne
Y'know how I said I originally created Frankie for a musical idea I had? Shiloh also originated from that idea. Basically, the plot would've been about Frankie being murdered, acting as the narrator while her boyfriend (then named Elliot) tried to solve her murder, on top of having her own subplot about coming to terms with her death. Helping Frankie do that would've been Shiloh, then simply known as "The Reaper". He wasn't a detective back then, he was an agent of the Grim Reaper. Also, he had a crush on Frankie, but I nixed that bc ehhhhhh... I ended up working that "used to be a Reaper in a previous draft of the story" detail into his backstory, making him a Reaper-turned-detective.
Det. Chester "Chess" Murdoch
Probably the oldest character here in terms of when I created them! I've had this dude around since I was 10-11 years old! Back then, I wanted to be an animator, and I had an idea for a cartoon called "Chess and Alfie". It was about a human detective named Chess who solved cases alongside his talking tuxedo cat Alfie. Obviously, Alfie was eventually replaced with his twin sister Abby, though that happened way later. I don't remember what his last name was back then, so I just gave him the surname Murdoch bc it sounded cool.
Det. Abigail "Abby" Murdoch
Again, I created Abby looooong after Chess, ironic considering she's the older sibling in-story. I vaguely remember writing that Chess and Alfie-era Chess had an older sister, but that was such a long time ago that I could be misremembering.
Victoria Waterford
Not the most interesting fact, but those of y'all who were here when I first introduced these characters may remember that she was originally a baker instead of a hairdresser!
Robin Barrows
Was originally the protagonist of a different story idea I once had called "Trackside Town", about a girl trying to find her abducted parents in a mysterious, run-down city inhabited by monsters. Their last name was "O'Malley" back then, I ended up changing it to "Barrows" because I had the Clock Tower series of games on the brain at the time.
Xavier Lewis-Hall
He came about a bit later than some of the other characters. Like, pre-Mary Ann and Lucille, but still sometime after the original 8. I'd been requesting asks abt my then-recently-introduced-to-tumblr characters, and somebody (I believe it was @cutter-kirby ?) sent in an ask about which of my characters would tell/fall for the updog joke. I mentioned that Damien would tell it to "one of his kid cousins". Then I came up with the name "Xavier" for the oldest of said kid cousins for a post about how Frankie and Damien met, and I ended up liking him so much that I made him a fully-fledged character.
Jason Fitzpatrick
His name was originally "Freddie Fitzpatrick", and he was the husband of the main character of another musical idea I had (of which there were clearly a lot), simply entitled "Claire". Unlike the Jason we know now, Freddie was a sweetheart who loved his wife a whole lot. After reusing the "Fitzpatrick" name for this story, I changed his first name to "Jason" bc that was the name of one of my bullies in my last year of public school. Also bonus fact, I'm pretty sure that "Claire" musical is indirectly the reason I ended up dream-casting Lauren Lopez as Frankie, because I had also dream-casted the titular character of Claire as Lauren. Once I ditched the Claire idea, I ended up merging a lot of her character into Frankie, so uh,,, yeah,,,
Christina Baxter
...I honestly don't have much in the way of facts about her. Oops.
Skylar Fitzpatrick
His "seeing and talking to ghosts" thing was originally part of Robin's character. Skylar was created to flesh out Jason a bit more, and I gave him the seer traits instead bc I needed a way to justify his presence in the story. Though admittedly, his existence has had me struggling to figure out Robin's role in the story for ages now.
Hunter Luzzatto
Hunter's an odd case bc he technically has two different origins. His name came from the Trackside Town story that Robin was originally from, but the character concept (originally named Parker) came from an early draft of Frankie and Shiloh's origin (then called "Who Killed Frankie Falkenrath?"). I had an idea where the band of that show would also be characters in the show, and proto-Hunter was the guitarist of the band. He was a lot less antagonistic then, being more of an active ally to Frankie and proto-Shiloh.
Mary Ann Fleisher
So, you remember how I named Paul and Emma's landlord in DTfiles "Ernie Fleischer"? Believe it or not, Ernie was created a few months before Mary Ann. I just used a different spelling of his last name for Mary Ann bc hey why not?
Lucille Dagwood
Fun little trivia for you HoHF fans, her first name was originally "Harriet". I changed it bc I already had a ghost character with an H name, and I'd already long since established Hunter's character at that point. I decided I'd rather change the name of this new character than the one of an already established character.
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DEATH BATTLE Review: Winter Soldier vs. Red Hood.
Our second Live-Action DEATH BATTLE, and we have a big one!
Winter Soldier′s Preview.
So, we open up on the usual commentary that these comic book superheroes get.
With Boomstick pointing out just how often the whole “Dead parents, strong sense of justice” trope has been used.
It’s times like these that make you appreciate All Might for just wanting to help people.
But, as the hosts go on, Bucky… Eventually perished.
Or, so we thought. See, comic books… Actually yeah. Just that.
Bucky got resurrected as the Winter Soldier.
He got equipped with all sorts of things, like all sorts of training, and the Infinity Formula, which gave him some extra boosts in most areas, and basically was a knockoff supersoldier serum.
Downside: all the brainwashing meant that he clashed with his old mentor, Captain America.
After a bit of overview on how deadly he is, we go into an animated segment that talks about his arsenal.
After emasculating Wiz on his robotic arm, they go over just how powerful the arm is.
Unlike the movie version, which is made up of Vibranium, the canonical metal arm isn’t as impressive. But it’s still a powerful weapon. As mentioned earlier, it’s equipped with all sorts of additional weaponry, and is likely made up of a similar alloy as the Iron Man armor.
As far as feats are concerned, they mostly cover who he’s fought, like Wolverine, Daredevil, Iron Man, and Captain America, of course.
But eventually, Cap used the Cosmic Cube to restore Bucky, and get him back on the side of the angels. The guy even took up the old Shield and Stripes when cap died for a time.
Even still, Bucky’s road to redemption is a tough one, and is filled with self-doubt. But despite that, his sheer resilience makes him a hero in his own right.
Red Hood′s Preview.
We open on a few notable sidekicks throughout history, such as Tails, Diddy Kong, Chewbacca, and Kazooie. After a bit of snark, we go to the classic, the original, the Boy Wonder: Robin. Dick Grayson.
But after their falling out, Batman needed a new sidekick.
Enter: Jason Todd, who was basically introduced to Bruce by trying to steal the tires off of the Batmobile.
The kid had a rough life, so Bruce thought that training him to be Robin would put him on the right path.
Unfortunately, as Boomstick put it, he was in a literal “Dick measuring contest” and didn’t live up to expectations. So, DC did something drastic. The fans had a choice:
Jason could live…
or die.
As history has taught us, Jason ultimately perished…
And then Superboy Prime came along, punched reality, and brought him back to life.
In the words of the great Boomstick “Take that, fanbase! Your contribution means nothing!”
Anyways, understandably pissed that the Joker was still alive, Jason decided to destroy Batman, in an attempt to prove that his merciful ways were more destructive than anything.
(Sidenote: Why hasn’t Gotham done anything about Joker? Like, what?- Does that old Diplomatic Immunity that he has keep him from getting the electric chair or something?)
Regardless, the hosts go over Jason’s arsenal and skills. He obviously has his cowl that’s his main thing.
On top of his usual guns, explosives, and knives, he also managed these… “All-Blades” to fight off the supernatural.
He also uses the same Venom as Bane.
After the typical joke of “Why is the Symbiote here?” and a jab at Wiz’s physique (or lack thereof) Wiz goes over the benefits, and the downsides of the steroid. Boomstick attempts to get superpowers by drinking it, but it’s something to inject, not consume. So… he barfs all over DUMMI.
Yeah, I kinda wish that it was a better segment.
Regardless, with this drug, he’s fought off powerful monsters, torn through alien tendrils, and even broke free of Supergirl’s grip.
He’s survived numerous things, dodged bullets, and lived through a ritual called “The Cleansing”
Be it because he was worthy, or because he was just plain stubborn, this proves that Jason is one tough SOB.
And they go over some impressive feats.
Still, Jason eventually managed to mellow out, and even teamed up with Bats and the rest of the Batfamily.
So, in the end, the best case scenario is that Red Hood has managed to land in that “Anti-Hero” sweetspot, and at worst, he’s a violent vigilante who takes the law into his own hands.
The Battle Itself.
Ismahawk is doing this battle live. Winter Soldier will be portrayed by Tyler Tackett and Red Hood will be portrayed by Tim Neff. Red Winter by John Scigulinsky, and audio led by Chris Kokkinos.
So, we get a really interesting story here, one that I assume would be an Ismahawk reference- I’d have to check out more of their channel to confirm, but basically Bruce calls Jason accusing him of gunning down some members of the League of Assassins, only for Jason to 1: Deny that it’s him, and 2:
Have some lunch.
Unfortunately, this is a DEATH BATTLE, and this season’s theme seems to be “This guy messed with my food, so I’m going to kill them” so Winter Soldier shows up.
After a brief firefight, Red Hood manages to retreat, and Winter Soldier is confronted with a battle.
After disarming his disarmed opponent, the two start doing some hand-to-hand, and they eventually take the fight to the kitchen.
We eventually go into a knife fight, and it is glorious. Like, really awesome choreography.
Anyways, Winter Soldier manages to get the Red Hood into a pickle, but the ex-Robin manages to push him off and disable his arm.
Minor complaint: That is clearly a wingding. They could have at least stylized it a bit better to make it look more distinct from Nightwing’s.
Anyways, with this brief advantage, Red Hood manages to get Bucky on the ground, but Bucky fights back with the ONE THING JASON SHOULD HAVE LOOKED FOR AND THROWN AWAY THE MOMENT HE SAW IT:
A Crowbar. Naturally, this causes some major strain on Jason’s psyche, and makes him lash out a lot more.
Anyways, the Winter Soldier takes a moment to recover his arm, while Jason picks himself back up and goes for his last trick: Venom… The drug, not the Symbiote.
And after roiding out, we get Winter Soldier’s only line in the actual fight:
So, Jason starts beating around Bucky for a bit, even managing to bring him down to the floor.
So, yeah.
Finishing blow in
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
Verdict + Explanation.
Anyways, Wiz says the line of “This was an even match”
And to his credit… Yeah. It really was.
They were about even in all areas, and Jason’s only major advantage was stealth. But outside of that?- Bucky blew him out of the water.
Yeah, Jason had training from monks, assassins, and Batman, but Bucky’s trained with commandos, assassins, and Captain America. He took experience easily.
And when it came down to defense, Jason was out of luck.
A knife breaks when hitting the bionic arm, but the same attack cracks the Red Hood’s helmet.
Jason also had no real ways of stopping the arm for good. He could disable it for a time, sure, but it wasn’t going down so easily.
And as for breaking the grip from Supergirl?- Well, there’s a lot of context to that.
1: She wasn’t expecting the Venom. and
2: They weren’t fighting to begin with.
There’s no way that the Venom could actually match a Kryptonian’s raw strength.
Overall impression.
For the second Live-Action fight, I gotta say: That was awesome. I really did enjoy the lighting, and the choreography was really well-done.
I feel like there were some missed jokes here and there (For example, I would have enjoyed Boomstick making the comment of “Guess how I voted” when bringing up the vote to kill Jason), and the animated segment in Red Hood’s preview felt like it wasn’t informative enough. It was more of a joke that, in my opinion, fell flat.
As for easter eggs in the fight itself, like I said: I’d have to go back and try to find those for myself.
And the music felt a little muted. The first time I watched this, I was wondering if there was any music at all. Subsequent viewings does confirm this, but it really feels like the music was a bit muted.
And I gotta say: That Chekov’s Gun moment with Bucky’s actual gun was my favorite part.
9.3/10
Next Time…
Y’know, I’m glad we’re getting some Soul Eater and all, but…
Couldn’t they have at least made it Agent Venom instead? Switch it up a little, like c’mon…
Is there a fight that you want me to review? - Send an ask/request, and I’ll look into it!
Do you want to read my fanfic based around DEATH BATTLE itself? click here!
Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…
A duo two-on-two.
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Goodnight and Joy Be to You All
Summary: You get into an accident and have a choice to make.
Features: Description of injury; The Good Place spoilers; non-canon compliant MCU; non-canon compliant The Good Place; technical character death?
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader
Notes: I just started watching The Good Place and this happened
Word Count: 2878 + a bonus 177
Somehow, you never expected it to go like this. It seemed almost anti-climatic. You had been in the city, away from the compound, buying a gift for Christmas, the first since the Blip. Steve had made the decision to stay, something that still surprised you. It wasn’t to say you weren’t grateful, you were. But you would be lying if you said you hadn’t expected him to take advantage of the opportunity in front of him. Bucky had cautioned you of as much.
But it seemed now that it was all for naught. You lay on the pavement in midtown Manhattan, screams around you as you’re helpless to do anything. A cab sped through the red light and you had been directly in its path. You only felt pain. You felt like something had pierced your skin. You managed to get a glimpse of your abdomen, where a piece of metal was protruding. You felt yourself drifting, too panicked to think of anything else as a medic attended to you.
“Shit, shit we’re losing her!” was all you heard as it grew harder to stay alert.
You woke up, but you weren’t sure where you were. You were sitting on a couch. A man with white hair and glasses popped his head out of the door, calling your name.
“Normally, I’d be explaining to you where you are, but you aren’t anywhere. You aren’t in the Good Place nor are you in the Bad Place or the Medium Place. You, my friend, are in limbo,” Michael said. The blonde woman beside him gave him a look and you got the feeling he was withholding some information.
“Limbo?” you asked. The last thing you remembered was getting ready to cross the street in midtown after running some errands. You had found the perfect present for Steve and the next thing you knew you had woken up here. You had to be in some weird dream.
“Very rare. See, normally in your universe you go somewhere else and the Soulworld exists in...anyway that may be too complicated for our purposes here. All afterlifes across dimensions and universes are connected in someway. You happened to end up here. Limbo. You’re not alive, but you aren’t dead. You have a decision to make. And as part of a...court agreement...we’ve been assigned to help you make your decision,” he said.
“When you say ‘we’ who exactly do you mean?” you asked.
“Hi. Eleanor Shellstrop. Nice to meet you Miss Renegade ma’am. Big fan of your work. Always wanted to be like you Avengers...well, where I’m from you’re in a movie and your actress is kind of a bench, honestly I probably would have gotten along with her. Anyway, my friends Chidi, Tahani, Jason and I are going to help you decide. Janet has created a place for us to work through this,” the blonde woman said. If you weren’t so confused and concerned, you probably would have been amused.
“Is my actress at least attractive? Sam and I kind of have a bet on who would play us if an alternate universe existed where our lives were action movies,” you said. You might as well have fun with this. Whatever this was. Eleanor looked at you and grinned.
“Dude, she was slamming,” Eleanor said. She led you out of the room and out to the outside. It was a grassy area. It reminded you of the lake outside of Tony’s cabin. You screamed when someone appeared beside you.
“Janet, I thought we talked about this whole just appearing thing,” Eleanor said. She introduced you to the three others who would be helping you and explained who Janet was.
“She reminds me of FRIDAY,” you said.
“Is Friday hot? I bet she’s hot,” Jason said. Eleanor smacked his arm. You blinked as you looked at him. He seemed to be a few crayons short of a full pack.
“Jason, not the time,” she said. You had to laugh at it. Your heart ached a little bit. The dynamic at play reminded you a bit of home, of your friends, your family.
“Friday is an AI designed by Tony Stark,” you said.
“Dude...you know Tony Stark? How did Infinity War go? I kinda died before it came out. Black Widow is so sexy,” Jason said. You just looked at him and then at his friends.
“Really?” you asked, crossing your arms. You tried to remind yourself that to him, your life was fiction. It didn’t help in the slightest. You were an Avenger and you could think of multiple ways to get him to shut up. Was murder frowned upon in limbo? Could you murder someone while you were in limbo? You had so many questions. Eleanor and Chidi shared a look before Eleanor spoke.
“He’s...from Florida,” Eleanor said. You nodded in understanding. That explained a lot about the man. While you were still annoyed with the man, you couldn’t fault him for being from Florida. Something about that state just brought out the weird in people. You, Tony, and Bruce had once hypothesized that if it wasn’t the water, then maybe there was some lost alien tech buried somewhere in the Everglades or something. There was no way the state was just like that, you thought.
“Was this Tony Stark wealthy? I knew the man who played him in the movies! Robert always did throw the best parties. And oh, that Chris Evans, I went on a date with him once, but, I was too much woman for him,” Tahani said.
“Right. So. Michael mentioned something about me making a decision. Can’t I just decide and that’s it?” you asked. Chidi sighed. You looked at him curiously as he gestured for you to sit on a bench that appeared out of nowhere.
“Unfortunately, it isn’t that simple. The rules of limbo demand you weigh your options before making your decision. Really evaluate your life. We can look to philosophy to help with this decision,” he said.
“Does anyone else find it funny that he’s the one telling her to make a decision? No? Just me?” Tahani asked.
“Not the time,” Eleanor said. Chidi requested a chalkboard from Janet and it appeared. He divided it into two sides. Reasons to return to your body and reasons to move on. He handed you the chalk and you stood, walking up to the board. You thought for a moment. Under the ‘reasons to return’ side you put family.
“Okay, why family?” Tahani asked.
“It’s not my blood family. We’ve...we’ve already lost a lot this year. The last five years. The Snap, the Blip, fighting Thanos a second time, losing Tony, losing Natasha. I don’t know if they can lose me too,” you said.
“Someone certainly thinks highly of themselves,” she said. You glared at her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.
“Wait...Iron Man and Black Widow die? Man! I want my money back!” Jason said with a groan. Everyone turned their heads to look at him. You were three seconds away from smacking him upside the head yourself. You took a breath, reminding yourself that where he was from, you and the rest of the team were simply fictional characters.
“It wasn’t an insult if that’s what you’re thinking. I simply mean that you are so confident in your relationships,” she said.
“Right,” you said. You added more reasons to the board, avoiding putting anything on the side for reasons not to return. It didn’t take long for them to call you out on it.
“There must be some reason you wouldn’t want to go back,” Eleanor said.
“No, nope. I want to go back,” you said.
“You’re scared of something,” she said.
“Things are only just getting back to normal. Half the universe was wiped out for five years. We lost good people to bring them back,” you said quietly.
“And you helped do that,” she said. You nodded.
“I think we need to bring in some help,” Chidi said. You looked at him, about to ask him what he meant when you saw two people you thought you’d never see again walk out of the cabin. You stumbled backwards in disbelief. Walking down the stairs of the cabin were Tony and Natasha.
“Holy fork...fork...what the fork,” you said. You were definitely not saying fork.
“Oh, right. You can’t curse here because technically limbo exists as part of the Good Place. And there’s no cursing in the Good Place. You get used to it,” Eleanor said. You walked toward them. You felt tears stinging your eyes.
“Is...is this real? Or is this a creation of this dimension?” you asked, your voice breaking. Tony didn’t respond. He just wrapped you in a hug. You sobbed as you wrapped your arms around him. He felt real. You felt Natasha’s hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.
“They pulled us from our own afterlife for this, kiddo,” Tony said as you pulled away. You looked over at the group.
“I swear, if this is a forking joke, I will forking kill you all. I don’t care how dead you already are,” you said to them.
“Forking? Just say forking...what the fork?” Tony asked. Natasha seemed amused by it.
“We’re technically in the Good Place or something? I don’t know. I wasn’t really listening when Eleanor explained it to me. Considering this isn’t our universe’s version of the afterlife,” you said.
“You’re not dead yet. You’re in limbo. And you need to decide,” Natasha said.
“But I did decide. I want to go back,” you said. She sighed.
“Your decision has to consider both sides. The universal fabric won’t accept it until it’s satisfied that you really thought it through,” Natasha said.
“How do you know that?” you asked.
“When they came to bring us here, they explained it to us. So, let’s talk. What reasons would you have for not returning to the Earth?” she asked.
“There aren’t any,” you said. She raised an eyebrow.
“Go on vacation recently?” she asked.
“Nat, we don’t do vacations. And I wouldn’t consider death a vacation. It’s kinda permanent. Except y’know when Thanos snaps half the universe out of existence and we bring them back. Oh, except for you,” you said. She put her hands up.
“I did what I had to. We all knew there were risks to our mission. You’re deflecting,” she said.
“If I chose to stay here. Would I see you and Tony? Would we ever see the others again?” you asked. She touched your face, a comforting gesture.
“Our universes’ version of this is different. We would be able to see you whenever you wanted, whenever we wanted. We would see them again,” she said. You nodded.
“Tasha...do you regret it?” you asked. She shook her head, taking your hand in hers as the two of you sat on the bench.
“No. I could never regret that decision. Not if it means we brought everyone home and from what I heard, we did. We won. We can all rest now,” she said. You closed your eyes as you took a breath.
“What about you Tony?” you asked, looking up at him where he stood. He gave you a sad smile.
“Do I regret that I won’t see Morgan grow up? Sure. She’s my kid. Of course I wish I could be there for her. Do I regret that I put an end the Thanos? That sacrificing myself means that the universe is safe from him? No. I don’t. I would choose to sacrifice myself every time, kiddo. Every time,” he said. You felt tears stinging your eyes again. You stood and wrote on the other side of the board, your reasons for staying in the afterlife. There were two. You would get to rest. You would also be reunited with Tony and Natasha. A light started to engulf you. You started to panic and it faded. The four people you had forgotten were there all groaned.
“You almost made a choice. Almost,” Eleanor said.
“She might be as bad as Chidi when it comes to making a decision,” Tahani said.
“Hey!” Chidi said.
“You know I’m right,” she said. You looked at your two friends. You knew what decision you were making. You just needed to do something first. You hugged Natasha and Tony one last time. Natasha gave you a message, you just hoped that you would remember it. You made your way to the four people who had been tasked with helping you.
“Do you think I have a chance with Black Widow?” Jason asked you. You gave him a look.
“Dude, she isn’t even in this universes’ afterlife. So. No. Besides I thought you two had a little something going on?” you asked pointing between him and Tahani.
“No...no, why would you think...no,” Tahani said.
“Sure Jan, sure,” you said with a smirk. You felt the warmth again, just before you saw the light starting to engulf you. The last thing you saw was Tony and Nat, watching as you disappeared. When you woke up, you felt pain. The room was bright and had the sterile smell of a hospital. Someone’s hand was in yours. When your eyes focused, you saw Steve. You couldn’t speak with everything you were hooked up to, but that was quickly dealt with. His eyes were shining with tears.
“Thought we lost you for a bit there,” he said. You nodded, taking a small sip of the water he held to your lips.
“I was...was in a weird place. I saw Tony and Nat. Nat said, she said to tell you Box 107 in Metuchen, New Jersey. Said you would know what it meant,” you said. She had told you two things. One to tell Steve that. The other was a message for Clint. Recognition flashed across Steve’s face.
“You really saw her, huh?” he asked. You nodded.
“It was so weird. Some dude named Michael said I was in Limbo. And there were these four people who had to help me but they weren’t from our universe they were from an alternate version. Something about a court order...I didn’t think the afterlife had a justice system,” you said. You had a steady stream of visitors while Steve stayed by your side. When Clint showed up, that was when you asked Steve to leave the room. He didn’t want to.
“You only just woke up after being out for a week,” he said.
“Steve, remember what we talked about earlier?” you asked. He sighed.
“Fine, but I’ll be right outside,” he said. You rolled your eyes.
“Okay dear. Run along now,” you teased. He shook his head as he chuckled. When you and Clint were left alone it took you a minute to find your words.
“I was in Limbo. I don’t care if you believe me or not, Clint, but, I saw her. And I saw Tony. They helped me make my decision. Tasha told me to pass along a message. She wants you to know, she doesn’t regret her decision. That it was worth it if it meant you got Laura and the kids back and that they didn’t lose you in the process. She wants you to know how thankful she is for everything you did for her. And then she told me if you don’t believe me to tell you that ‘you and I remember Budapest very differently’ whatever that means,” you said. Clint just pulled you into a hug. You yelped as it pulled on some of the things you were hooked up to.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said. The two of you fell into light conversation before Steve returned. He had real food with him. In that moment, you weren’t sure who or what you were more in love with, Steve or the burger he set in front of you.
“Easy, you need to eat slowly,” Steve said.
You were going to be spending a few more days in the medical wing. Thought the compound had been destroyed by Thanos, it had been rebuilt in the aftermath. You had been transferred from the hospital in the city to the compound after you had been stabilized.
“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked when he came in to check on you. He had finally convinced Steve to leave for longer than thirty minutes.
“Tired, confused. I don’t know if it was some elaborate dream or not. It felt real though. Seeing them,” you said.
“What was it like?” Bucky asked. You laughed a little.
“Weird. I was in a place called Limbo, which is apparently a catch all place for every universe. The people helping me were from a different universe where our lives are fiction. This guy Jason from Florida asked if he had a chance with Nat. It was all so bizarre. Apparently it’s all connected and I don’t fully understand it. Honestly I stopped paying attention halfway through the explanation,” you said. Bucky just laughed at the ridiculousness of what you were saying. You fell asleep that night feeling at peace for the first time since the dust had settled from the battle with Thanos.
Bonus:
“You think she’s getting it on with the Winter Soldier or Captain America?” Jason asked when the woman disappeared. Tony and Natasha shared a look.
“Jason...you know what, never mind, I don’t want to know,” Chidi said.
“Alright, Breakfast Club, are we going to be sent back to our afterlife now? I was in the middle of something,” Tony said.
“If you go back into the cabin, a portal should be there that will take you back to your universe’s afterlife,” he said.
“Is she going to be okay? Will she remember this?” Natasha asked.
“As far as living, yes, she’s going to have another chance. But we don’t know if she’ll remember being here. That’s not something we decide. We’re just humans who got sent to the Bad Place who then tried to get into the Good Place...and...you know what, I don’t think that’s important,” Eleanor said. Natasha looked at her skeptically but she wasn’t going to question things. She was ready to get back to where she belonged in her own universe.
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All 65 ho! 😤
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
I mean I guess kind of sometimes? As someone with ADHD, object permanence is a big thing so if I don't see you, you aren't real xD
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
Um, it varies, actually. Generally speaking, I'm not afraid. But sometimes I have lots of nightmares and the darkness is awful and I will deadass sleep with the light on. Also while I'm not afraid, if I hear sounds, I am terrified xD
3. The person you would never want to meet?
Jason Mamoa. He seems like a fine person but something about his appearance triggers my fight or flight.
4. What is your favorite word?
Hippopomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
I think maybe either a birch or a weeping willow?
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
That's not yellow
7. What shirt are you wearing?
I'm wearing a green Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time shirt that my sister got for me a few years ago at Fan Expo.
8. What do you label yourself as?
Panromantic asexual. Gender identity wise, demigirl. I recently learned what omnisexual is and I'm curious, but I don't want to come out again so panromantic it is xD
9. Bright room or dark room?
Bright! Lots of sunlight for plants and reading!
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
I was being trained at work
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
I think 18, just because mentally I'm still there.
12. Who told you they loved you last?
My boyfriend :3 I miss him.
13. Your worst enemy?
Dickface. He called me his step daughter once and I almost fucking lost it in that Tim Hortons. I had to fight so hard not to say anything. I was also fighting some pretty rough food poisoning that week so I was not in the mood to argue xD
14. What is your current desktop picture?
On my computer? I think it's a rat xD it's either me with Cortana on my shoulder or Willow peeking through some bars, I can't remember.
15. Do you like someone?
I like my boyfriend. A lot. I mean I hope I do since we have been dating for 6 years xD but I also have a celebrity squish. Patrick Dempsey. Motherfucker. Yes. That smile. Those EYES.
16. The last song you listened to?
https://youtu.be/0Eh4b0Ge-sM
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
That power hungry cheeto. But only if I wouldn't get caught.
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
Dickface. He is a child abuser and just a shitty person all around. I called him a stupid idiot on my birthday and lost my fucking mind because I didn't actually mean to and he looked PISSED.
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
I don't know who, but I would make them cuddle because I am touched starved and need a fucking hug xD
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
I'm doing this all in my phones notes so I can't add a picture, but I love my tattoos and piercings! I have both nostrils pierced, my septum and snakebites. Tattoo wise, I have the Triforce of Courage on my left hand, a small blue hard on my right thumb, a beautiful memorial rat tattoo on my left leg, Midna's Fused Shadow on my left arm and Expecto Patronum on my right wrist. I. Need. More.
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
Not gonna lie, I'd probably jerk off xD
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
If I shared it, it wouldn't be a secret.
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
I... don't know
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
I would stick with my normal Subway order: lettuce, tomato, red onions, LOTS OF PICKLES, cheese, black forest ham, mayo and salt and pepper.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Not gonna lie, I would probably get some Subway and maybe some candle making supplies.
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
California. I miss my boyfriend. Let's go.
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
Joke's on you, I don't really drink alcohol! I would instead request all the apple juice :')
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
Pet rats for everyone!!!!
29. What is your favorite expletive?
I enjoy cunt :3
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
My little stuffed lion. I would also grab my teddy bear seeing as they are always together.
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? (Tw rape for this question)
I mean... all of these experiences have made me who I am. But if i can erase one experience without changing who I am, it would be nice to not have been raped.
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
I would say Indonesia because volcanoes! But I am also very gay and I don't believe that is a gay friendly country... so... maybe Japan? All of this assuming that the boyfriend is with me. If not, then California.
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
My grandpa. I really miss him... I want him to see how far I've come and I want to spend more time with him.
34. What was your last dream about?
I have been having a weird amount of sex dreams lately...
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
Rat mom? I like to think so! Shameless plug, but I have a blog here called @ratpotatoez where you can see my beautiful chonks. I'm also on Facebook and YouTube.
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
I mean yes? But not for like an overnight stay.
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
Yes
38. What is the color of your socks?
Fuck socks
39. What type of music do you like?
Depends on my mood. I love heavier, alternative rock but my heart will forever belong to Simple Plan.
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
I think they're both really lovely!
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
Vanilla
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
I don't like football. The only sport I watch is hockey.
43. Do you have any scars?
I am covered in self harm scars (I'm working on covering them up with tattoos). I don't really have any scars with cool stories. I had one that went down my arm but somehow it healed??? Someone in gym class accidentally took a chunk out of my arm with their finger nail and I had a hole in my arm for the longest time!!! I also have a scar on my knee from when I was really young, maybe 3 or 4. I was balancing on some bricks in someone's garden and I lost my balance, fell, and hit my knee on the brick. I remember there being blood running all down my leg as I screamed and cried. So that was fun.
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
I don't know. I do know, though, that I want to go to culinary school. I also want to go to school for creative writing.
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
My weight. I gained 100+lbs when I went off my anti-depressants and I swelled up like a balloon. I've felt like shit about myself ever since.
46. Are you reliable?
I sure as shit hope so!
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
Was it worth it...?
48. Do you hold grudges?
I try not to, but I think I do ._.
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
PIGEON RAT
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
"I just really want to punch this horse in the face, okay?"
51. Are you a good liar?
I think so, yes. Trauma does that to you.
52. How long could you go without talking?
When I get super super drained, I go mute. I can stop talking for days at a time.
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
I once left the hair dressers with essentially what was a fucking bowl cut. Yea, I wasn't thrilled. I refused to remove my hat.
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
Yes. At 3AM. Because fuck a healthy sleep schedule.
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
I can do an okay British accent and an okay Indian accent.
56. What do you like on your toast?
Butter. Just butter.
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
Um... I don't remember the last time I drew. Actually, that's a lie. I tried drawing a "small town doctor" while playing Drawful. I drew a very tiny doctor with a city skyline behind him.
58. What would be you dream car?
Literally anything with the popup headlights.
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
I talk to myself in the shower. Granted, I do that everywhere xD it's the only way I can work through my thoughts. I also cry in the shower a lot.
60. Do you believe in aliens?
Yes. We can't be the only ones here.
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
I don't really have a favourite. But I do like D. Mostly because it's the first letter of my boyfriends name, but also it reminds me of a woman I helped while working in tech support. She needed help figuring out her gif keyboard so I helped and she was so excited when I told her how to search for gifs. She then started giggling like a little girl saying she wondered what might happen if she searched for DICK. She made my day xD I think about her a lot. I hope she's doing well.
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
Don't do this to me...
Dragons are obviously amazing but haVE YOU EVER SEEN A DINOSAUR?!?!? LIKE THOSE THINGS ARE REAL. THEY WERE ALIVE. THEY FUCKING RULED THE EARTH. HAVE YOU SEEN A STEGOSAURUS?!?!?!?!?
64. What do you think about babies?
I like babies a lot. Like so much. I have super colourful hair, too, so they seem fascinated with me :') but their little chubby cheeks omg
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
Fun fact: I actually really like the smell of wet dog. It's kind of a really comforting smell.
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Kintsugi: Chapter 5
Warnings: panic attacks, drug use, and adult language.
Summary: Final Crisis/Red Robin AU. Dick admits Tim to a psychiatric facility after Bruce is lost in time. Jason finds him suffering at the hands of a Scarecrow-copycat and breaks him out. While safe in Jason’s apartment, Tim still struggles with panic attacks and drug withdrawal. At a loss for what to do, Jason calls Roy Harper.
Pairings: Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Roy Harper, Roy Harper & Jason Todd.
As Roy drove them back to the safehouse, casually inquiring about some recent news stories that he’d seen coming out of Gotham, Tim stared out the back window feeling spacey and drunk. He squinted at the passing buildings and the brilliantly illuminated billboards, but couldn’t focus his eyes enough to read any of the signs and advertisements before they streaked past him into the gloomy distance.
“Could you turn up the heat?” Tim asked, acutely aware that Roy had complied with this same request only five minutes earlier. While the cool spring air had felt like a relief from the stuffy diner only a moment ago, Roy’s car seemed to trap in the cold air despite the number of bodies in the car radiating heat. Though it was a lie, Tim was almost starting to believe the story Jason had sold to the stranger in the parking lot. He really did feel sick; suffering from clammy palms and brisk shivers seemingly all at once.
Tim caught the flash of Roy’s eyes in the rearview mirror but it was hard to tell who his concerned gaze was directed at. Perhaps, both of them, thought Tim. He knew his withdrawal symptoms were getting worse and would only continue to get worse until his body recovered from its current chemical imbalance.
“Hey, Tim,” Jason slid off his leather jacket. “Take my jacket instead.”
He pressed Tim forward slightly with a hand between his shoulder blades so he could flip it over Tim’s shoulders.
“You sure?” he asked, though his fingers were already curling into the smooth brown leather and pulling it tighter around his frame. He felt bad taking Jason’s jacket since he was already wearing a pair of Jason’s old sweats as it was, but he didn’t know if he could play down his reluctance if Jason changed his mind and asked for it back.
Jason smiled, with a hint of knowing humor. “Yeah, I think I overdressed. That’s my bad, I never know how to dress in the spring. One moment it’s cold and windy, the next it’s raining and it’s up 15 degrees.”
Roy pulled the car around to the back of the safehouse and into one of the old loading areas previously used for stocking shipping trucks. While the trucks had been cleared out when the facility went out of business, it seemed Jason still put the space to good use as a makeshift garage. As Jason slipped out of the back to pull the rolling steel door down behind them and lock it with chain and padlock, Tim caught sight of Jason’s motorcycle propped up on its kickstand across the room, part of it’s red trim visible under the sheet covering it.
Tim pointed a thumb back over his shoulder at it as Jason straightened up from the floor. “How come you didn’t take the bike to come find me?”
Jason laughed and shared a smile with Roy over the roof of the car. “Oh, man, wouldn’t that have been a sight! Me trying to make a discreet getaway with your skinny ass flopping around all unconscious over the handlebars.”
“I’m pretty sure we’ve pulled off bigger stunts than that with just a motorcycle,” said Roy. “I’m sure you could have made it work.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered. Bike’s in the shop after a nasty run-in with Clayface. I’ve got to take the whole thing apart and clean it piece by piece before I can see if it’ll even run again. Who knows, might have to buy a new engine if there’s clay in there as well.”
Roy whistled, “Damn, Basil.”
“If you’re taking it apart anyway, I could make some upgrades to the tech. If you want, that is?” offered Tim.
Jason walked over to him and didn’t stop until he was close enough for Tim to smell the faint lingering scent of coffee on his breath as he exhaled a tired smile. He reached out and tugged his jacket by the collar so it rested further onto Tim’s smaller form. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m poor.”
“No, I’m offering to work for free.”
Jason rolled his eyes before leading the way out of the loading area and up the concrete stairs to what had been converted into the first floor living area of the safehouse. “I know, but I wouldn’t be able to afford the tools you’d need to make anything with. Circuit boards, soldering iron, electricals wires that kind of shit.”
And Tim was beginning to understand what Jason was talking about as he looked around the first floor. It was comprised of three loosely formed sections. The first area was a living room consisting of a worn-looking leather couch, a threadbare rug, and a small TV propped on top of a stack of wooden crates turned sideways to double as a bookcase. Next to this was a workspace that was just a wooden table with three Mac desktop computers placed on top and an office chair in front. Finally, in the back corner of the large space was the kitchen (probably the most lavishly furnished area out of all three sections of the first floor) sporting a butcher block table, a dangling array of pots and pans, and floating cabinets stocked with chipped coffee mugs, plates and bowls, and your grandmother’s finest depression glassware in all it’s emerald greens, deep blues, and salmony pinks.
Tim, honestly, stood there in shock at such an eclectic sight of homegoods and turned away from it to look around, if only to spare his eyes. He caught sight of a bin shoved against a wall next to a bank of windows.
“Why do you keep a bin full of your broken Red Hood helmets? Do you fix those up as well?”
Jason came up next to him and offered him a glass of water in a decoratively cut salmon tumbler. “Oh, I sell them off to Red Hood fans as ‘found artifacts’ on Ebay. I usually can get a couple hundred for the heavily dented ones. Maybe a solid fifty bucks if it’s shattered and missing certain parts.”
“Oh, you still do that?” asked Roy, coming over and taking the glass of water Tim had waved off. He drank heavily from it before continuing. “I tried that for a bit but nobody really cares about destroyed baseball caps, even if I do specify that they were cut in half by alien death lasers.”
Tim glanced between them, thinking only of how horrified Bruce would be if he learned about this side hustle Jason had going. “But… aren’t you worried about people getting access through your old comm links inside the helmets?”
Jason made a face. “No. I rip out the comms myself before I sell them. I’m not stupid, Tim. I just have bills to pay. Welcome to the vigilante life without Bruce Wayne’s trust fund to fall back on.”
Without Tim even noticing, his trembling had subsided for a period. It was only now, as he felt a chill race up his arms, the hair bristelling, that he realized another spell had started up again. Tim stumbled back so he could lean back against the edge of the butcher block table on trembling arms, he sucked in a sharp breath in an effort to steady his sudden nausea.
“Hey guys, I— ” Tim looked up towards the two older boys and regretted it almost immediately as the room lurched and sparkled with pinpricks of light.
“Tim? You good?” Roy’s eyebrows were drawing together as he gave him a once-over.
That growing buzzing in his ear was rising high enough to block out whatever Roy was trying to say to him. He tried to shake his head no, but found his head just as uncooperative as his tongue. He was aware of the heavy weight of his limbs, a feeling like he was sinking into mud, and of Roy’s sudden appearance at his side as he took Tim’s dead weight over his shoulder and half dragged him up the stairs. They laid him down on a narrow bed, and Tim watched Roy and Jason as they stood over him arguing with sharp gestures and vivid expressions, a tv drama with the sound cut off.
He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. He felt like some large invisible hand had dropped out of the sky and pinned him to the mattress. Tim was used to fainting from blood loss: the dizzy spells, the loud thump of blood in his ears, the weakness in his limbs, he had experienced it all before. But this sensation lingered for so long that Tim feared he’d suffocate under the crushing weight bearing down on his chest.
Roy cut off his argument in mid sentence and looked sharply down at Tim. Perhaps he’d made some sound of distress without knowing it? Before he could ponder it further, Roy’s strong fingers were digging into his shoulder and pulling him up and over the side of the mattress, pushing Tim’s head down between his knees.
Tim was surprised by how quickly the worst of his symptoms abated after that. He experimentally tried to move his hand and watched as his fingers gave a hard twitch against his bent knee. Noise, too, was slowly creeping back into Tim’s ears. He definitely wasn’t back to normal, but it was significantly better.
“ — I’ve got some Benzos from a dealer I’m familiar with. Pills— he didn’t have whatever Tim was given at Breckenridge on hand. But what was I supposed to do? I had no idea how much to give him and he was unconscious at the time.”
Roy grunted, fingers sliding free of Tim’s hair. “Could have gotten him tested when he woke up. A urine sample at least.”
“Listen,” snapped Jason, his jean-clad legs visible from Tim’s upturned position. Tim watched him shift his weight onto his other foot and then back again just as fast. “I was just happy he did wake up. Do you want me to go get the pills? I can get them they’re right—”
There was a sudden burst of movement and Jason cut off abruptly. Tim raised his head, curious. Roy had seized at one of Jason’s gesturing hands, stilling it in a tight urgent grip. “Don’t tell me where you keep them and don’t tell him.”
Roy’s eyes cut to Tim. He swallowed hard when he caught sight of the look in Roy’s eyes— a look that showed that Roy knew just what he was capable of losing to another relapse if given half the chance.
“Go get it from wherever you’re keeping it, but it stays in your hand or locked away at all times. Do you understand me? No matter what I say to you. You never hand those drugs to me and you never put them down out of sight.”
Tim wondered what it was like to be so distrustful of your own body and its cravings. To feel like human and demon cohabitating one frail form. The demon half— resistant to exorcisms— always waiting for the perfect opportunity to take control of your limbs and lead you into disgrace if you let down your guard. Tim was beginning to understand why addiction organisations had adopted the serenity prayer into the very fabric of their programs.
Jason pried his wrist free of Roy’s hold and attempted to rub away the lingering pattern Roy’s fingers had left around his wrist like a bracelet. “I’ve got it, man. I promise I won’t let you get tempted.”
Roy shoved up to his feet. “No I will be tempted, Jason. This whole fucking situation is one big horrible temptation for me. Which is why I shouldn’t be here!”
“Then why did you come, huh?”
“I came because you asked me! Because you’re my best friend and I was worried sick about what would happen if I left you on your own with this. I mean, just look at him, Jason— ”
Tim cringed as Roy flung an hand in his direction.
“ — It’s only been a day and a half and already you’re doing so well!”
Jason wouldn’t be swayed from his original argument, even to defend his own actions.
“You came to Gotham because you wanted to help. No just for one day, not just to set up, but to really help Tim— to help the both of us when we’re days into this mess of a situation and worn down by it. You know the process better than anyone and how to help on the worst of Tim’s days because you’ve experience it too.”
“I can’t do it, Jason. I can’t be responsible for someone else’s recovery—”
“You know just as well as I do that sponsoring someone else is the best way to stay clean. And your sponsor is closer to you now more than ever. If you need more support to fall back on Croc’s—”
“Do not spit that NA bullshit at me right now! I’m not ready to sponsor anyone when I feel like I’m one misstep away from using again.”
Jason’s tone had lost its anger but not it’s earnestness. “You’ve been clean for three years, Roy. You’ll ready to take the next step.”
“You don’t get to decide that for me.” said Roy.
“I know,” said Jason. “I’m just presenting you with the opportunity to step up to it.”
Roy dropped his gaze to a stack of books piled up in the corner. He rubbed slowly at his crossed arms. “Just—” he sighed, hand rubbing at his eyes. “Just go get the pills, please.”
Jason stared at Roy’s averted back for a long moment before turning and heading back downstairs. The sounds of objects being shifted around floated up to them in the echoing space of the safehouse.
Roy said nothing.
Though he hadn’t been yelling at him, Tim felt called out by his previously harsh words all the same. He dropped his eyes to the floor, not daring to move until he heard Jason thumping up the metal staircase, feeling burdensome and unworthy of causing such a rift between a two longtime friends like Jason and Roy. He was dirt— less than dirt, even. Should he just take the pills and leave? Trudge back to his apartment, file the emancipation papers, and ride this out alone with the doors locked and the shades pulled down until he was clean? Save everyone the trouble.
Would Jason even let him? He’d said no, but maybe it Tim really pleaded with him...
He couldn’t hide the fact that the prospect of setting out on his own, in his current condition, scared him more than anything. He was vulnerable in a way he’d never been before, and doors and locks would do nothing to stop Ra’s and his men from coming to collect him if Ra’s wanted to. The only thing that Tim had previously had going for him when he was locked away in Breckenridge under a false alias, was the knowledge that Ra’s didn’t know where he was— but sick and alone at home was another matter entirely.
Jason appeared at the top of the stairs and approached Tim, a tiny plastic bag filled with little white pills in one hand, a glass of water in the other. By the time Jason crouched down in front of him, Tim’s heart was pounding an aching thump inside his chest and his stomach was coiled tight with knots.
“Just give him one for now, just to ease his symptoms.” said Roy from the corner of the room.
“Here, Tim. Take this,” Jason said.
Tim felt ready to die from his panic. He stared between the single pill resting in Jason’s palm and the pills inside the small bag, counting how many were there. He was afraid to take the one Jason offered out to him— afraid of prolonging this process, and at the same time he wanted to tear bag out of Jason’s hand and tilt a few into his fist and swallow, to drown out the world until it faded into a tiny buzz at the back of his head. Something that he could ignore for a bit until he felt more up to it.
“I’m sorry!” Tim burst out all at once. He curled inwards, pulling his legs up onto the mattress, unsure of when exactly he’d started crying. But his breaths came heavy and ragged and the tears in his eyes washed out Jason from view.
“Hey, hey,” Jason had put down the glass and Tim found himself pulled against Jason’s chest, his face awkwardly pressed against Jason’s breast. “Shh, it’s gonna be okay, Tim. Here just take this and you’ll calm down a bit.”
Jason slipped a pill past his lips and tipped his head back to catch a sip of water. Tim swallowed reflexively, mostly afraid that he might choke on the pill if he didn’t with the way his chest was spasming through sobs. Jason pulled him close again and Tim heard but couldn’t make sense of the murmuring conversation that occurred between Roy and Jason, for it sounded horribly technical and out of place with what Tim was feeling in that moment. He was transported back to Breckenridge, remembering the constricting sensation of orderly’s hands pinning his own to his sides, a needle sticking into him, and the voices of a station nurse and his doctor exchanging notes over his head that sounded like they came straight out of a medical textbook.
What do you mean? Tim wanted to cry at them but he could already feel himself slipping down into the mattress beneath him. Jason’s hands tucked a blanket around his shoulders and then they were gone.
And then he was gone.
Jason left the safehouse, and in that moment he felt that it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.
Only minutes ago, he’d looked down at Tim, tucked under a blanket with tear tracks still staining his ruddy cheeks, looking younger than Jason had ever remembered seeing him. Just a kid, a horribly fucked up kid that Jason was trying to save.
“You need to go back to Breckenridge,” Roy urged. “Keselman’s office is the only place we have that could give us the record of Tim’s dosages.”
“Go back to an active crime scene? Are you kidding me? I might as well walk myself into a Bludhaven police station.”
“It’s suicide.” Jason stressed for added effect since it seemed like Roy wasn’t getting that.
“Not necessary,” said Roy, “You killed him in the basement where he was working off the books. Those notes might have been overlooked as irrelevant by the detectives at the time.”
Jason’s eyes lingered on Tim.
Roy stood up from his crouched position on the edge of Tim’s bed and walked over to Jason. He gave his shoulder a squeeze. “He’ll be fine. I’ll be right here to look after him.”
“But the pills— you said you couldn’t— what if he needs more—”
“He’ll be fine with what we gave him for now. It’s enough to take the edge off and help him sleep for a bit.”
Jason nodded, if begrudgingly and went to get changed into his full gear for he was unsure what he would find waiting for him back in Bludhaven. With the pills safely locked at of reach, Roy tossed him his car keys and Jason drove towards Bludhaven with his utility belt and helmet resting next to him in the passenger seat. He parked the car a few blocks away on a side street with little traffic and slipped into the rest of his gear under the shadow of a broken streetlight.
From his previous research of the psychiatric hospital Jason understood the medical offices to be on the upper levels and on the other side of the facility from where patients were housed. Jason guessed the idea was to keep patient and visitor interactions as separated as possible unless visitations had been scheduled. Much like, Jason thought with dark irony, the way a prison facility was arranged.
But even with that thought lingering in the back of his mind, Jason was glad for the enforced separation since it meant that Jason was able to stay far away from the added security and police tape that blocked off the lower levels that Jason had explored the night before.
He entered the building through a service door whose locked he picked with ease. Then came the slipping and ducking again, this time past the doors of the medical staff— their office aglow in overhead lighting as they busily held conference with other psychiatrists or typed away at their papers. Jason found himself having to duck low under the windows placed in their doors so his shadow couldn’t be seen moving past.
When Jason found Doctor Keselman’s office, he saw that Roy’s argument had held up. While the doctor’s office wasn’t the prime scene of investigation, it had still been picked over by the detectives on the case. The sheer mess of paperwork and empty filing cabinets was enough to tell Jason that. But even still, much of the doctor’s paperwork and patient files remained.
Alvin Draper’s file, however, was not among the stack on the floor. Jason stood and surveyed the room with a critical eye, humming the jeopardy theme song to hurry along his slugging and distracted brain. It was hard to focus on anything in particular in the current darkness of the space but he dared not turn the lights on and risk attracting curious eyes to a dead man’s office.
“If I was a mad scientist where would I hide my notes?” Jason asked himself, his hands sliding underneath the bottoms of the desk drawers, hoping to find a hidden cache. Jason picked open locked drawers and slid the couch away from the wall, but continued to find nothing but lost paperclips and dust bunnies.
He let his head fall back against the arm of the couch with a thud, staring disparagingly up at the water stains overlapping on the ceiling tiles and contemplating his remaining options. “If I have to go back down to that creepy fucking basement again there’s gonna be another murder I swear to god.”
Jason tilted his head to the right and squinted. “Oh, don’t tell me he did a Breaking Bad. What a fucking idiot.”
Jason jumped up and grabbed one of the guest chairs from around the front of the desk and dragged it up again the wall. He stepped up onto it and as quietly as he could, worked the screws out of the wall vent with the back of his knife, collecting them into the cup of his palm. He pulled the cover off of the vent, his breath held tightly in his chest, hoping beyond hope that it didn’t make any noise. Jason crouched down and laid it on top of the desk before shining a light up into the vent.
The sight that greeted him made his heart soar for deep at the back, duct-taped in place, was a clear case holding a series of papers and an audio recorder. Jason shoved his arm into the vent and ripped it from its hiding spot.
Standing over the desk with it, he cracked it open and skimmed through the papers tucked inside. Scanned copies of Alvin Draper’s medical records— pulled straight from his file and promptly returned as if nothing was amiss, handwritten pages full of calculations and notes, and finally tucked underneath it all a small field notebook. Jason unwound the cord ties and flipped through it hungerly, feeling excited— in a way that would have almost made him feel uncomfortable if he’d stopped for long enough to think about it— as his eyes skimmed down through the diary entries noting the strategic increases in the listed dosages and their side effects.
Jason stared down at the final entry, dated only a few days ago, for a long time. He tried to wrap his head around the last noted dosage that Tim had been given while mentally comparing it with the one on the first page of the journal. His mind drifted back to the scene that he’d left unresolved in his safehouse, pushing away the background noises of the stirring papers on the desk and the the tick of the wall clock at his back, in favor of recalling how quickly Tim’s panic had increased to the point of spilling over into a panic attack.
Jason’s thoughts jumped backwards with a jolt. Stirring papers… he’d placed them on the desk but he hadn’t open the window—
Jason jerked his gaze up from the notebook and found Damian’s katana drawn and held ready to cut his face in half. Dick, in Batman’s suit, was just slipping his other foot over the window sill and straightening up to regard him. “Motherfucker.”
“Where is he, Jason?” Dick growled in his best Batman voice. Close, he thought, but not nearly as intimidating. “Where’s Tim?”
Jason tucked the notebook into an inside pocket of his jacket. He held up his hands, arms spread wide in a gesture of peace.
“Okay,” he said. “So here’s the thing—”
He flung the chair he’d been standing on at Damian’s chest and bolt for the door.
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Word Count: 2812
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Drug use, addiction, violence, stalking, PTSD, panic attacks, emotional abuse, gaslighting
A/N: This takes place within 1 week of the initial drug overdose. Beta’d by @deanssweetheart23 and @spnskinnyballs
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“Y/N, I heard you had a bit of a rough night.” You sat tucked into the corner of the couch in Dr. Katz’s office, staring at your shoes, picking your cuticles. Your knuckles still wore the bruises and blood stains from the night before. All you could do was nod, not making eye contact. “Jensen emailed me early this morning. He said you were quite intoxicated last night.”
“Yeah.”
“So you remember, then?”
“I do,” you sniffled and found another interesting spot in the carpeting to look at, not wanting to make any kind of eye contact at all.
“What happened to your knuckles? Did you fight with him?” Dr. Katz was so patient and kind with you, the sort of patience and kindness you absolutely didn’t deserve with all your relapses and fuckups. “I can’t imagine you’d get violent with him even in an altered state, and he didn’t mention -”
“No! No.” You shook your head, finally making eye contact. “The wall bore the brunt of it. Then Jensen’s boxing pads. I was already high and super drunk by the time he got home.” You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to relive yesterday or not, but you knew you had to. “Something happened and I handled it badly. Again.”
Dr. Katz furrowed his brows with concern. “With Eli and the case or -”
“No, I wish,” you laughed humorlessly.
Your scenes had finished early in the day, you’d been filming from 4am to 4pm. Jensen on the other hand had night scenes to shoot. You wanted to stay, to drive home together when he was done, but he wouldn’t hear of it. “Go back to the apartment, get some food, try to get some sleep,” he murmured from behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle, kissing right under your ear.
“Jay, I can’t sleep withou -”
“Try. For me? You didn’t sleep well last night either and I know you’re exhausted. Just...take a shower or a bath. Crawl in bed. Read. Watch TV. Listen to music. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
You reluctantly agreed, allowing Clif to drop you off at home. You decided on a shower, some food, then you made yourself comfortable on the couch with a pile of unopened fan mail to read. It was something you always liked to do, even before all the drama in your life unfolded. But now it was even more cathartic. So many people sent well wishes, cards, gifts, or just offered up stories of their own. Taking the time to sit down and read through them all did genuinely seem to help, at least a little.
By the time you made it to the middle of the stack, you’d worked up a good rhythm. You weren’t really looking at the envelopes as you tore into them, if you had, you never would’ve opened this one.
You knew the perfectly crafted cursive as soon as you unfolded the paper, but it was too late to stop yourself from reading. “Dad…” you murmured, scanning the page.
Y/N,
A few reporters have stopped by recently wanting to know how I feel about you being attacked and your problems with drugs. I tell them they’re mistaken. I don’t have a daughter. I never did.
I can’t help but say I’m not surprised. You’ve always flaunted yourself like a slut. What happened, Y/N? A man finally took interest and you turned him down? Played hard to get and he didn’t like your games so he beat you half to death? So now you’re a drug addict to make yourself look like a victim? But that’s you isn’t it? Always a victim.
That Justin or Jason guy is only with you for a good lay and to make himself look good for his career. You know it, too. What could possibly look better than taking such good care of the fragile, broken little girl in times like these? He’ll be a hero.
I hope the next I hear about you is that you OD’d again and they’re planning your funeral. I’ll show up to that. Just to make sure.
Y/D/N
You watched as Dr. Katz read the crumpled up letter from your father. His face contorted in ways that often looked as though he may cry. “This is horrific, Y/N, there’s no denying that. I understand how it would’ve triggered you.”
You swallowed hard and nodded. “After that...it was like...I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of my own body, ya know?” Dr. Katz nodded, gesturing for you to continue. “I could see what I was doing but it was like...I wasn’t the one doing it. I lost control completely. I lost chunks of time. I don’t remember taking any kind of control back until Jensen got home and by then...I was too far gone.”
Jensen walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb you if by some miracle you had been sleeping peacefully. As soon as he walked in he knew everything was terribly wrong. From the drug residue and empty whiskey bottle next to a letter on the table, to the banging and shrieking coming from the bedroom. He ran to the note first, assuming it was from Eli, but once he read it his heart clenched in his chest.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured to himself, running to the bedroom to find you with glassy, bloodshot eyes, completely drunk and high, a total wreck, punching the wall as hard as you could over and over with both fists. Your knuckles had already split, blood starting to trickle down your hands.
He ran to you, pulling you away from the wall to stop you from rebreaking your arm. “Stop. Y/N, look at me! Focus on me.” He spun you around in his arms and you squirmed, breaking free and slammed your fist back into the wall.
You heard him rustling around while you continued to pour out every bit of frustration onto the wall, until finally he started yelling to get your attention. “You wanna hit something, huh?” Jensen yelled. “Come on, hit me!”
You turned in shock, only to find him standing there holding up his boxing pads. “Come on, baby. Get it out!” You took a messy swing, in your state you had zero aim. He compensated for you, moving the pads up to meet your fists. You kept swinging, faster and faster, harder and harder, until you couldn’t anymore. You sank to your hands and knees, covered in sweat and tears, completely spent.
Jensen tossed the pads across the room, kneeling down on the ground in front of you, taking you in his arms and pulling you into his lap, your face resting in the crook of his neck while he held you. “You know none of what he said is true, right? I’m not here for publicity or any of that shit. I’m here because I fucking love you.”
Every fiber of your being wanted to believe him, but your father had planted seeds of doubt. Just like he’d done your entire life. All you did was let out a pathetic whimper into Jensen’s neck, letting more tears stream from your eyes, soaking his skin.
“You wanna talk about it? I know you don’t talk about your family at all and I’m not forcing you to. Just...if you want to…” A violent head shake from you was all the answer Jensen needed to scoop you up and slide up into the bed, resting his back against the headboard and just holding you there while you cried yourself to sleep. Your warm breaths tickling his neck giving him reassurance you hadn’t overdosed, that he’d made it home in time to stop this crisis. He still couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve gone so terribly wrong in your life to make your own father treat you so badly, and if you’d ever have enough trust in him to tell him.
“Y/N, I know you don’t want to, but I think we need to discuss your family if you want to truly start healing.” Dr. Katz said and you swallowed hard, balling your hands into fists. “Now, before we do that, I want to tell you one thing. Jensen is here. He wants to be a part of this if you want him to be. If you don’t then he’ll stay in the waiting room or leave, whatever you want. It’s about you.”
“Jensen’s here?”
“He is.” Dr. Katz nodded. “He wants you to feel safe but he wants to know what happened in your life. He wants to know you better and he says you always run from the subject so if you’d rather tell him here with me then he’ll do that.”
You sat in silence for several minutes, chewing your lip and staring at the floor, picking at your cuticles. You finally got up and walked to the door. Dr. Katz didn’t make a move, waiting to see what you were about to do. “Jensen.” You said it so quietly Jensen barely heard you but turned his head in surprise. “Come on.” You invited him in, holding the door open while he walked in and took a seat. You took your usual seat and Jensen scooted closer, gauging your reaction. He moved even closer when you reached a hand out, lacing it with his and squeezing.
“My parents were...by my dad’s account...super in love,” you started, looking at the hole in your jeans, moving your free hand to play with the threads. “My mom wanted kids so badly. My dad didn’t. He said kids are burdens, leeches, all kinds of things. But for her, he’d have a kid. Me.” Jensen squeezed your hand a little tighter as you spoke, your voice breaking as you continued. “She died 3 days after I was born. Pulmonary embolism. They said it was caused from labor and delivery so...my fault. I killed her. At least that’s what I’ve been told my whole life.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Jensen wiped it away.
“You didn’t kill her, Y/N,” Dr. Katz interjected, “you do realize that, don’t you? There was nothing you could have done. Sometimes these things just happen.”
“Logically, yes. Emotionally, not always,” you sighed, letting all that weight off your chest. “My mom didn’t really have family so I got bounced around from place to place. Sometimes my dad kept me, sometimes he sent me to live in group homes or wherever. He used to throw me into homes for violent and emotionally unstable youth when I wasn’t really either one, so I used to get beat up a lot…”
“Y/N…” Jensen started and froze, swallowing thickly. “Did he ever...I don’t know how to ask you this…”
“Sell me?” You questioned and Jensen nodded. “No, shockingly he didn’t.” You heard the sigh of relief from Jensen immediately after you answered. “He said I wasn’t good enough to sell. Wouldn’t go for high enough.” Jensen tensed at that, if you’d been looking at him you could imagine his jaw clenching at your words. If he ever saw your father you were certain he’d try to kill him.
“You managed to leave.” Dr. Katz cut in. “Tell me about that.”
“I filed for emancipation at 16 and I won. I graduated early, got my passport and I came to Vancouver. Never looked back.” You finally looked up, still not making eye contact with Jensen but looking at Dr. Katz instead.
“That took strength.” Dr. Katz smiled softly. “I know you don’t think or realize that but not a lot of young people in that position could have taken those steps on their own. To get to where you are, become who you’ve become despite your circumstances, that’s no small accomplishment.”
“I - I understand,” you stuttered. You wanted nothing more than to make it through this session. You couldn’t break down in front of Jensen. Not again. You had to get through this so you could make it home to let all the tears flow like you wanted. “I normally have no contact. He doesn’t have any of my contact information. The only one he has is my fan mail address because it’s public and of course my social media accounts if he chose to use the internet. He was never too tech savvy so I doubt he does. I normally recognize his writing and throw out the letters he sends but I was in a zone and I ripped it open and I never should’ve read it and I fucked everything up -” You started to talk faster and faster, your breathing picked up speed, you were spiraling, blaming yourself. Not here, Y/N. Not now.
“Y/N. Focus.” Dr. Katz was calm, reassuring. Jensen squeezed your hand tight, an attempt to ground you to something solid and real, but he stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt your therapist. Dr. Katz watched as Jensen calmed you without a single word. A squeeze of his hand, a lingering kiss to your temple and the panic started to subside. “You handled a bad situation in an unhealthy way. That doesn’t make you a bad person. That makes you human. What I think we should do is focus on things you can do if and when situations like this arise that will help you cope.”
“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow, not able to think of anything else. Every time you got like this everything was a blank and you lost control. Turning to drugs just seemed so easy.
“Journaling, meditation, listening to music, going for a run…” Dr. Katz started listing suggestions and you let out a deep sigh.
“I do...all that. None of it works.”
“What about kickboxing?” Jensen interjected. “Bri takes a class she’d probably love to have the company.”
“Kickboxing?” You scoffed. “I mean...I’m not a boxer, J, I have fight training for the show but that’s - “
“That’s the point.” Jensen chuckled. “You get so mad you wanna hit something, like last night. Kickboxing gives you something to beat up. Plus, you’ll learn self defense so you won’t be so scared when you’re alone. You’ll be able to protect yourself.”
“I think he may be onto something.” Dr. Katz smiled. “What do you think, Y/N?”
“I think I’m gonna call Bri as soon as I get home and ask her if I can tag along one day. See if I like it.” Jensen and Dr. Katz both smiled at you, clearly happy with your decision.
“Well, I think that’s enough for today. I appreciate your honesty today, Y/N. I know how hard this was for you.” Dr. Katz stood up, embracing you in a small side hug. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
The walk to the parking lot with Jensen was silent until you got in his truck. Jensen put the key in the ignition and paused, looking at you. “You don’t need to do that with me, you know.”
“What?” You still could barely make eye contact, staring at his lips instead of his eyes.
“Hold back.” Jensen answered softly. “You’ve been about to burst since you started talking about your dad and you keep pushing it back for my sake. You don’t need to do that. Please just trust me enough to let me catch you when you fall.”
“I do trust you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “I don’t want to burden you with every problem, Jensen. It’s not fair. If I need to cry over the fact that daddy never loved me I can do it alone. I always have.”
“Not anymore. Not ever again.” The dam broke then and the tears started flowing in waves down your face.
“Why didn’t he want me?” You sobbed, your entire body convulsing. “Why didn’t anyone want me?” Jensen hurried to pull you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “The only person who ever wanted me left me!”
“They’re all idiots.” Jensen spoke softly, rocking you back and forth. “You’re beautiful, funny, intelligent, caring, so loving. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m not leaving. I’m never leaving. I promise.”
It was in that moment that you finally believed him. That moment when the mess from your crying had soaked his neck and his shirt and he didn’t bat an eye. That moment when he was crying with you, letting his tears fall freely on you. That moment tangled together in the front of a truck when you realized you could put all of your trust into Jensen. That he was the one person in your life who would never ever hurt you, and you were completely and utterly devoted to spending the rest of your life with him.
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Nightmare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Requested: Yes
Request: Hi!! I’m such a big fan of your work :) Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason has a nightmare and hurts the reader and he feels super guilty about it (it was an accident and he was disoriented) thank you!
A/N: YO! *shows up three weeks later with starbucks* This was so long in my askbox and I finally finished it! Sorry it took me so long. Hope you like it! It’s a little bit more angst than I usually write but I tried. I really did.
Word count: 1856
Warning(s): Guns mentioned, Death mentioned, PTSD flashbacks
Tagged: @jason-todd-rh @boosyboo9206 @icequeen206 @sassyshoulderangel319 @crescent-bluemoon
[You wanna be tagged in my next piece? Just shoot me a message or ask!]
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Jason stirred next to you as you woke up from your dream.
It was pitch black and you opened one of your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room. Disoriented you sat up, your hair falling over your shoulder as you glanced over at the reason you had woken up.
Your boyfriend was tossing and turning like a maniac.
“Jason?” you asked into the darkness. His brows were furrowed and his hands were balled up into fists. He was still asleep. He said something you couldn’t quite understand and turned his head to the other side, away from you.
He was definitely having a nightmare again.
“Hey, Jason. Babe?” you said, a little louder this time as you placed your hand on his arm, trying to shake him awake.
You saw his fist shoot up in the blink of an eye.
The pain exploded in your head as the impact pushed you out of the bed and made you fall to the floor. It all happened too fast and before you could even register it a gun was pointed at you. You held your breath.
A moment of silence passed.
A moment in which Jason’s glassy eyes were filled with sleep and confusion. A moment in which his gun was firmly in his hand, pointed at you with his finger on the trigger.
“FUCK.” You heard Jason say before he practically leaped out of bed. The gun was gone as he kneeled next to you on the floor, taking your face in his hands while the pain on your face was starting to ache with a burning promise.
“Fuck. Babe, are you okay? I’m so sorry. Fuck this looks bad.” The words just burst out of him in sheer panic. His thumb brushed against your cheek and you knew that this would turn into a black eye.
“Are you in pain? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t mean to- Fuck, I could’ve shot you! You could’ve died because of me! Fuck, Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Please just fucking say something.”
“Jason.” Was the only thing you could bring out in your state. Everything moved a little too fast for you and your face was burning up like a stove. “I- I’m fine.” You pressed out but that was by far not enough to calm him down.
He looked utterly mortified.
“Can you get me some Ice? Uhm, for the eye?” you said, trying to occupy him for a moment until your brain allowed you to form longer sentences. That was a punch like you’ve never been punched before. Your whole face felt numb and in pain at the same time and your head was pounding like a jackhammer.
Jason looked at you, worried out of his mind. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted to make sure you were okay. It was as if he was afraid you would disappear or collapse as soon as he would look away for a single moment.
“Jason. I’m okay. I just need something cold, please. Now.” You said a little bit forcefully, but it seemed to be enough to ground him. At least temporarily.
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” He said reassuringly.
You watched him leave the bedroom while you scooted a little bit over to lean against the dresser. You could feel the swelling starting and you sighed. The silence was a little bit calming, but the adrenaline made your heart pump like crazy.
You heard Jason rummage around in the kitchen and you tried to focus on that for a moment. Just listening to the sound and his mumbled cursing as the seconds passed.
“Here.”
You opened your eyes and saw a bag of crushed Ice in front of you which you took and pressed against your throbbing eye. You also reached for the glass of water that he offered you before you scooted over, giving him some room to sit next to you.
He kept standing.
You looked up at him and frowned.
He was afraid. Afraid of hurting you again. Terrified that he had hurt you in the first place. He was supposed to protect you. Supposed to keep you safe from everything and now he was the one that hurt you. You were in pain and it was just because of him. What if he had shot you? What if he took a second longer to recognize you? Is this the life you deserved?
He didn’t say a word yet and you already sighed. Your head was pounding but you still knew exactly what he was probably thinking right now.
“Jason, stop it. It was an accident. Accidents happen. So please-“ you said, tapping the empty space next to you.
“I could’ve killed you, (Y/N)” he said and you couldn’t quite see his expression in the darkness of the room.
“You didn’t.” you said matter-of-factly.
“But what about the next time?! Or the time after that?? One day you might die because of me! I keep hurting everyone and I don’t want to hurt you too! Fuck, I could’ve SHOT you! How can you be so calm about this??” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, not knowing what to do or what to think.
“So… Quick question: Does that mean you’re not gonna hug me?” you said, disappointed.
“(Y/N)…” The pain in his voice almost broke your heart.
You put the bag down, next to the glass.
“Jason. You didn’t shoot me and you are NOT going to shoot me anytime soon. Let’s just start there. Secondly, It was an accident like I said. You had a Nightmare and I startled you. It’s not as serious as you think it is. You might as well could have pushed me out of the bed in your sleep. It happens. So please sit down and comfort me now bc I seriously want a hug.” You looked up at him, underlining your last words with big pleading eyes, blinking up at him.
You waited for two heartbeats. Your eyes locked with his as you searched for a clue to what he was thinking. Something in his eyes flickered and he sighed in resignation.
You smiled when he sat down on the floor next to you, leaning against the dresser when you climbed onto his lap and sat down sideways. You didn’t feel like standing up yet until you felt the swelling on your eye go down a little bit, knowing you won’t be able to fall asleep anyways until the adrenaline in your system had left.
His arms wrapped around you hesitantly as you leaned your head against his chest.
You enjoyed his hugs more than anything else in the world. But if you had to be honest with yourself, you knew you insisted on this more for his sake than yours. It was your way of showing him that you felt safe with him. That you were safe with him.
How could you possibly ever feel threatened by someone that only made you feel like home?
“So… What was your nightmare about?” you asked after a while, pressing the cold bag against your eye while you listened to his heartbeat.
He didn’t answer but you felt his fingers slowly brush up your arm and then down again in an imaginary pattern.
You closed your eyes at that.
“Coffin.” He answered long after you stopped expecting a reply.
His voice cut through the silence and you didn’t move. Afraid he would stop talking.
And you wanted him to talk.
“I woke up in my coffin again.” You could swear that his fingers were slightly trembling, but his voice was clear and serious.
“I screamed but Bruce wasn’t there. I was alone.“ he stopped for a moment. “My lungs were burning.”
You squeezed your eyes shut at the mere thought of it.
“I was scared.”
His voice was quiet at that statement as if he wasn’t allowed to speak about it.
As if these words possessed some unknown power.
As if it would return if he spoke it into existence.
You bit your lip in silence.
“I had to dig. Through the dirt and it … never stopped. It just wouldn’t end.”
His fingers were gone from your arm as his hand dropped down. You felt his face buried in your hair.
You gave him a moment.
You placed the frozen bag down as you turned around, wrapping your arms tightly around him with your face nestled in the crook of his neck.
None of you spoke for a while as you two just sat there, letting the silence continue the conversation for you.
“I can’t lose you.” He said against your shoulder, but the words were crystal clear.
“You won’t.” you promised, determined.
Determined to stay for the man you loved.
For the man who protected the innocent.
For the boy that woke up in that coffin.
Scared.
Alone.
“How is your eye?”
Jason’s voice brought you back to reality as you tried to comprehend his words.
“Oh.” You said. “It's pounding like a bitch but I’ll survive it.” You said, your eyes widening in horror at your choice of words. But he seemed not to notice.
Or he decided to ignore it.
“You should go to sleep.” He said, brushing the hair out of your face in an affectionate way that was very rare for him. No snarky remark. No teasing. Not even a smile on his face as he just looked tired.
“You mean we should go to sleep.” You corrected him before he stood up, giving you his hand and helping you up too before you sat down on the bed.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” He said and you pulled him into the bed. At least you tried to, but he didn’t even move an inch as he just stood there, looking at you in confusion as to what you were trying to do there.
“Jason.” You said, realizing that you were too weak to pull him into bed. You wondered how you managed to do it all these other times. Maybe he just let you. “Please come to bed. At least try to sleep again? For me?”
You pressed the last word and he seemed on the fence.
“Please, Red.” you added, and it seemed like these were the magic words that finally made him budge.
You made a mental note of that before you cuddled into him on the bed. You felt tired and you were pretty sure Jason would leave once you fell asleep, which was why you wrapped yourself around him, entangling your legs and forcing him to stay nevertheless, even if you did fall asleep first.
Sometimes you wondered if you should feel scared by the lifestyle he lived or the danger that came with it. Maybe you just remained in a state of blissful ignorance to all the possible outcomes this could lead to.
But laying there, listening to his heartbeat underneath you and feeling his eyes on you just confirmed, that you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Ever.
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Out on a Limb
A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the entire team goes out for karaoke. They push the two to do a duet and that’s how they end up confessing their love for each other. Song is It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.
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This is why you never went out with the team. Because they did shit like this. And neither of you were in a state to fight it with a couple of beers in your systems. The rest of the team signed you and Spencer up for a duet at karaoke. “Seriously guys? Really?”
You’d never told anyone, but they all knew how much you liked Spencer. They knew about Spencer’s reluctance in social situations too. “Spence, we don’t have to do this,” you assured him. “We can just leave.”
“No, forget it. I don’t feel like getting picked on. Let’s just do it.”
Annoyed and a little drunk, Spencer sat down on the stool at the front of the bar and waited for you to join him. Singing a love song with Spencer was just about the most embarrassing thing you could think of, especially in front of all these people. You didn’t want Spencer to know of your feelings for fear of rejection, which was all too real in your life.
“Ready?” He asked nervously, his eyes barely able to hold yours. Wonderful. This wasn’t going to suck at all.
But you did like to sing, so you shut the fear out and nodded toward the person controlling the music. It was It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, who happened to be husband and wife. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be inclined to believe that the team picked this song on purpose.
Spencer started out, voice shaky at first, but stronger with each word. He didn’t have a bad voice at all. Not the greatest, but sweeter and more on tune than you’d imagined. The way he sang made your heart thud wildly, like maybe he actually felt the words he was singing.
Dancing in the dark
Middle of the night
Taking your heart
And holding it tight
Emotional touch
Touching my skin
And askin' you to do
What you've been doing
All over again
Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in
I've just gotta let you know
What it is that won't let me go
But he’d never feel that way about you. It just wasn’t possible. But then again, he couldn’t maintain your gaze. He kept swallowing a lump in his throat. You actually sounded really good together. You were no professional, but you had a knack for finding the harmony in a song.
It's your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under
Oh it's your love
Everyone in the audience was captivated. Despite being a bit embarrassed, you had to focus on everyone else around you in order to keep yourself from staring directly at Spencer.
As the next verse started, Spencer began to look at you, smiling in between lines. It couldn’t be...he didn’t...did he? Now all you wanted was to finish this song so you could ask him. Hell, you had some alcohol in you, might as well go out on a limb and figure out how he felt once and for all so you could either move on or not.
It's your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under
Oh it's your love
It's your love
It's your love
The entire bar erupted into applause as you finished and the both of you took a bow. “Not bad, Spence. I didn’t realize you could sing.”
“I can carry a tune, I guess.”
“Umm, Spence, can I ask you something?” You took another bow as you spoke out of the side of your mouth. “Do you...have feelings for me? Or could you, do you think? I’m just wondering if I’m insane.”
“You’re not insane,” he replied, giving you a hug.
When he discreetly kissed the top of your head, the team started hooting and hollering. Maybe he wasn’t so discreet. “Can we talk later? Alone?”
“Definitely.” The smile on your face felt like it was painted there.
The two of you approached the rest of the team and threatened death if they tried anything like that again. “See! That was fun, wasn’t it?” Morgan asked. You were going to kill him.
“You’re dead, Morgan.”
Garcia had happy tears in her eyes she was desperately trying to fan away. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
Morgan and Rossi went on teasing the both of you. Emily, Hotch and JJ just sipped their drinks, smiles hidden behind glasses, and Garcia eventually came back from who knew where. “Okay, next up,” the DJ said, “Is going to be the BAU seeing Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Come on up guys.”
Your head snapped to the side to stare Garcia down and Spencer grumbled. “What did we just say?”
“It’s all of us this time. Let’s go!”
You had to drag Hotch and Rossi, but everyone else was too warm and happy from the alcohol. One day, they’d do something that would make you kill them, but right now you had to admit that nothing would’ve happened with Spencer had they not been the nosy, wonderful buttheads they were.
You were all wonderfully off-key when put together, but you couldn’t help but smile as you and Spencer stood behind the rest of them, his hand snugly wrapped around yours.
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
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In which the Batboys fight to know which Hogwart’s house is the best - Batmom x Batfam
Well...I mean, why not right ? I might as well have drifted away from the original request but..It happens you know ^^'. Oh and before I get too many comments about it : I sorted the boys in houses I thought would fit them, it’s only my opinion and of course I can be wrong but...It’s just a story ^^' (I’m saying that because I know some of us potterheads can get very passionate about in which house which hero is and like...I’m not writing this to raise any debate, just writing this because someone requested it and liked the idea). Hope you’ll like it :
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It was breakfast time and you were all sitting around the kitchen counter, still groggy with sleep, eating the breakfast Alfred made you like robots.
Mornings weren’t really the best sociable and lively time in your household...
Like every morning, you were snuggled close to your husband, your legs across his own, his free hand, the one he wasn’t using to eat, absentmindedly caressing your thighs. By now, all of your sons had came to ignore your lovey dovey gestures and just eat their breakfast as if you weren’t there.
But from time to time, for good measure, they would shiver in disgust, or just whisper a small “ew”, and avoid their father’s glare. Like right now, as Bruce bends to kiss your forehead gently, and you smile stupidly, lift your head and give him a kiss on his lips...”Eew”, they all say.
You smile some more as your husband squint at them and...Wait, all ? No, one was missing.
Damian didn’t say anything, while usually, he was the most vocal one.
As you were bringing your coffee to your lips, you could see, from the corner of your eyes, your youngest son, apparently lost in his thoughts.
Oh he looked so much like Bruce right now, focus on something unknown.
You turned your head completely to him, observing how his brow was furrowed, his eyes looking somewhere in front of him, not moving, his hands linked under his chin, his breakfast left untouched in front of him...
He feels your gaze and looks at you.
You smile fondly at him, and he smiles back. You don’t need to talk for him to understand you’re wondering what he’s up to, as he can read the curiosity in your eyes, and the way you bend your head slightly on the side physically signifying said curiosity.
-I was thinking about Harry Potter.
He says simply, and you can’t help but smile even wider.
Oh Harry Potter. You had been a huge fan of it ever since the first book was released. You could remember it as if it was yesterday, how you initially bought the book for Dick, who was about to turn 9, and ended up reading the all thing before him...From that moment, you were hooked, and your passion for it was so vibrant that it made your sons fall in love with it too !
It always made Bruce’s heart melt, whenever he caught you and your boys watching the films, or having a silent reading party.
So of course, when you had learned that Damian never even heard of Harry Potter before...you had to do something about it ! At first, he wasn’t really up for it, until he read the first book and the rest was history.
After he read all the books, you guys marathoned (for the 32482932 times) all the Harry Potter movie in one day and one night (Bruce fell asleep on you half way through “The Chamber of Secrets”).
This was only a few days ago, as you were all very busy and it took time to gather the entire family to watch those films...You can’t help but chuckle a bit as the words “Harry Potter” coming out of Damian’s mouth make your other sons turn their attention to him. Your husband rolls his eyes. Oh man, here we go again.
-Oh ? And what were you thinking about ?
-Houses.
-...Houses ?
-Yes. Hogwarts’ houses. I was wondering, if we were wizards, in which house would we be ?
Tim, after a loud slurp of his coffee, says :
-We wouldn’t be in Hogwarts if we were wizards. We’re americans, so we’d be at Ilvermorny.
Damian makes his trademark “tt” sound and, annoyed, turns to his brother saying :
-You perfectly know what I’m talking about ! But alright, what if we were wizards AND British ?
Tim smiles smugly at him, always happy to mess around with his little brother (after all, he stayed the youngest Wayne boy for a long time, and Dick and Jason teased him enough that he felt he earned this). After glaring some more at Tim, Damian turns back to you and, his eyes full of a new spark of curiosity, he asks you again :
-So ? What if we were wizards - and British yes Drake I know !- ? What Hogwarts house would we be in ?
You can feel their gaze on you and...Oh. Oh ! OOooOOoooooOOoh. They're expecting you to tell them ? Oh dear.
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And this is when it all starts.
They’re all aligned in front of you, sitting on the huge living room couch, waiting for you to sort them into a house. They even forced your husband and poor Alfred to join (even though they secretly love it, because they kinda want to know as well in which Hogwarts’ house they would be !).
To your sons, it made sense that you’d be the one to sort them all, because you’re the one that knows the most about the Potter World, and about them ! And also, because whenever they tried to do the “official potter more” test, it ended up in them fighting because they kept disagreeing on what they “should” answer and such...So their only option to be sure was...you.
You sigh and shake your head, as they keep on staring at you, patiently waiting. Alright. You could do this. Your voice captivates them instantly :
-Well, I’m going to start with the most obvious one...Tim, you’re definitely Ravenclaw. There’s no doubt about this. Not a single one.
Tim stands up, and very solemnly goes to one of the Ravenclaw robe Alfred bought that afternoon (yes, they made Alfred go in town to buy six robes of each houses in the Potter store in Downtown Gotham, and the matching sweaters and tie of course...this was all very serious business ! You felt so bad about this that you went with him and...might have bought a few other goodies just for good measure). With a satisfied smile (he always knew he was a Ravenclaw), he goes back to sit. You continue :
-Now, all of you are a bit tough, as you could all fit in more than one house but...I think I got it figured out. Dick, I hesitated between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but I think...Yes, you’re a Hufflepuff.
Ignoring his brothers snickering at the fact that he’s in the “useless” house, Dick stands to go grab his robe and dramatically turns around to say :
-May I remind you all that Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff, as well as...Tonks ! Who’s one of the coolest character so shush. Also, J.K Rowling said she wished she was a Hufflepuff, and we’re the only house, in the books, where ALL OF THE STUDENTS decided to stay for the final battle so...zip it. Hufflepuff is awesome.
Before any of your boys could say anything and argue with Dick’s point, you raise your hand in a very McGonagall kind of way to shut them up, and you keep going :
-Jason, I also hesitated but I’m pretty sure you’re a Gryffindor.
Your son stands and goes to take his robe. He doesn’t say anything, but only because you know he’s about to be all smug and talk about how Gryffindor is the best house (after all they got Dumbledore, Harry, Sirius etc etc...), therefor starting a “war of the houses” kind of thing, and you don’t let him say anything as you keep going, pushing him toward the couch so he goes back and sit down in silent. He grumbles a bit, but does it nonetheless :
-Damian, I think I’m safe by assuming you’re Slytherin. I’m just going to add that, by the way, every wizard that were in that house weren’t bad people. On the contrary, it’s only a handful who gave them the bad reputation. Slytherins are cunning, ambitious, and would do anything for their friends...Like you my boy. Also, Merlin was a Slytherin.
Damian, who at first was a bit taken aback that you’d think he was a Slytherin (...he wasn’t a bad boy was he ? He tried so hard not to be) stood up after your little speech and, excited, when to get his robe, yelling a “cool !” before going back to sit. Dick, as a good ol’ Hufflepuff, ruffles his hair lovingly and winks at him (of course you’re not a bad kid...though the Slytherin thing definitely fits your little pretentious you haha !). Alfred smiles and...it brings you to your next person to sort out :
-Now Alfred, I also hesitated. Because it’s clear you have all the quality to be in both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. However...I believe you’re also a Hufflepuff.
Dick stood up and went to grab a robe for the butler, a wide grin on his face. At least he wasn’t alone, and though Alfred acted like he didn’t care, he actually loved Harry Potter too and would defend his house to the death (or maybe not, but like...he would defend it using all his British sarcasm). You smile as Dick and Alfred proudly put on their Hufflepuff robes, and at Damian pouty face (he wanted Alfred to be with him) and finally turns to your husband :
-You’re the most difficult one to sort my heart. So I thought I’d ask the boys to choose for me, as I just can’t decide if you’re a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw !
-SLYTHERIN !
-RAVENCLAW !
Tim and Damian both yelled at the same time, clearly determined to have their father in their house, and you wince in advance at the fight that is about to happen. Damian starts :
-Obviously he’s a Slytherin, after all I must take after someone you know ! Also the cunning and ambitious part ? The will to do things ? I’m sorry he’s Batman, he got an incredible will to do all the things he does so like, hellow, Slytherin!
-Uh uh ! Ravenclaws too have will, will to learn and to get better, and excuse me but we call him “the greatest detective” which just reeks Ravenclaw all over it !! And...
You know it’s going to be an endless fight. After all, there was a reason why you just couldn’t choose wether your husband was a Raven or a Snake. He had qualities to be both. Hell he could even be a Gryffindor ! But mainly, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were tight, and you were hoping your sons could help but...well, it was just a bad idea.
Of course Damian and Tim would fight about this. Endless fight...Or so you thought.
Your husband calm voice raises slowly and instantly your sons stop talking :
-I mean, to be honest, I don’t know either in which house I would be. When I tried the Pottermore test, the website crashed. I tried four times, crashed every time. So maybe it’s a sign that...I should be both Ravenclaw and Slytherin ? If even the sorting hat - he pointed at you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little - doesn’t know, then who can ? Maybe I’m just a...Ravenrin...A Slytherclaw. Here we go. Maybe I’m a Slytherclaw. Because I’m special.
This makes your entire family laugh and...To be honest that’s actually not a bad idea. None of them could honestly say that they knew in which house he would fit better, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Even Damian and Tim had to admit they didn’t know so...Slytherclaw it was. After all, and though none of you would ever admit it, he was quite special. Special enough to have his own house.
Well. Here it was. Everyone was sorted and it went pretty smoothly without much fights. You were about to say that the ceremony was over when Jason asks :
-What about you mom ? What’s your house ?
You turn to him and, with a knowing smile you say :
-Well I’m a (your Hogwarts house), obviously.
Now that they were thinking of it, this choice of house was indeed obvious for you...
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They think you didn’t notice, but you did.
They think they’re being so damn sneaky, but they’re not.
And so this is why today, you called them all in the living room, a severe expression on your face.
-I know what’s happening. I know what you’re doing. Now, I’m not going to pretend I don’t like it, because if I’m being honest, I absolutely love the idea but Hell if I don’t stop you all right now, before you actually hurt each others, and set some ground rules !
Your sons look at each others for a little bit, sitting on the living room couch, and they don’t even wonder how the hell you came to know what was happening...After all, you were their mother, you noticed everything.
Their father and Alfred were there too, standing next to her, an amused expression on their faces. You continue :
-So first, this...Alfred could you show them please ? Thank you. This, is the official cups where we’ll gather the points ! Bruce honey, could you please ?
Alfred uncovers something that was hidden under a drape on the coffee table...Tubes. Four of them. One with a raven, one with a lion, one with a snake and one with a badger. They could tell you painted them yourself and they were quite impressed really...The tubes almost looked like what J.K Rowling described in her books, talking about how everyone knew how many points each house had.
Your husband set, right next to the tubes, a few glass filled with different colored marbles (red, blue, green and yellow), and your son suddenly understand. Their suspicion is confirmed when you say :
-I know you guys have been fighting about which house is the best, as you’re each from one...Who beat the most bad guys, who has the best grades, blahblahblah. Now, I’m making it official, and here are the rules : as you guys know, some of my favorite HP characters are the Weasley twins, R.I.P Fred.
You give a minute of silent for the fallen twin before you keep going :
-Here’s the thing, when you guys define how good your house is by who gets to beat the most asses, you put yourself in danger, because you actually want to beat more asses than your brothers, and then you stop thinking, and you could get hurt, and I can’t have that...So, to make this little “war of the house” official, and I’m just going to throw this out there that I never wanted this to go this far but of course with four competitive kids it would, I’m changing the rules. It’s not who’s the best fighter or anything anymore...Which brings me back to the Weasly twins, R.I.P Fred.
You take another silent minute, and Alfred and Bruce find it more and more difficult to not burst out laughing at your antics. You make everything sounds so dramatic and serious, and your sons are so into it ! You wink at your husband and surrogate father, smiling widely at them, before you finally get to your point :
-In honor of Fred, here’s the rule of our very own house cup : you can win points by...pranking your brothers ! As long as no serious harm is made to any of you. Also, no mocking or public shaming. Pranks are to happen only within the walls of our very own Hogwarts, Wayne Manor. Each time one of you have been successfully prank, the one who pranked them will come to me and I will decide how much points, or marbles here, they won. The first tube to be filled is the winner of the house cup.
Dick asks :
-How will you decide how many poi...marbles to give for each prank ?
-Completely arbitrary my dear. It depends how much I like the prank really.
A small silence falls on the living room, and you can almost feel the excitement radiating from your sons. Yup, this is definitely going to be fun.
As you make sure once more that they understood the rules (especially the one about not hurting each others, ONLY SMALL HARMLESS YET FUNNY PRANKS), you let them go on and about to start their little war, and turn to your Husband and Alfred. The butler, rolling his eyes, says in an irritated voice (although the spark of amusement in his eyes tells another story) :
-You’ll be the one cleaning the mess, Lady (Y/N).
-Oh no, they will.
Alfred can’t help but smiles, and leave to continue with his duties. Bruce catches you in his arms and brings you close, brushing his lips against yours he says :
-You’re absolutely fantastic.
You wink at him, and it drives him wild...
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The first prank was from Dick and you had to admit, that kid was inventive.
Early in the morning, a few hours after everyone came back home from the night patrol, you heard a screeching scream coming from the end of the corridor. Bruce and you stood up on the instant, ready to fight whatever was attacking your son (you recognized Damian’s voice), and ran to the noise...only to be faced with a Damian, sitting on the floor, his hand on his heart, and looking utterly pissed.
-I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK GRAYSON !!
Dick was laughing, and you were confused...all you could see was a balloon filled with Helium flying on the bathroom’s ceiling. It’s only when your boy explained what happened that you started to laugh too.
Dick had hid a balloon filled with helium under the toilet’s lid, hoping one of his brothers would come to pee during the night (or early morning), and would be scared by the balloon suddenly popping out of there...and it was a total success. You gave him three marbles for that one, and an extra one because he drew a terrifying smiley face on the balloon.
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The little pranks that drove them crazy were your favorite.
You gave two marbles to Ravenclaw (Tim) when he rearranged every drawers in Jason’s room. He changed all of them, and for days, Jason kept getting mad that nothing was where it should be, until he finally understood the subterfuge...
You gave one marble to Slytherin (Damian) when he duck taped harmonicas to Dick’s motorcycle’s exhaust pipe. Dick drove around wondering what the hell was that sound for a while...
You gave four marbles to Gryffindor (Jason) when he put Orajel in the bristles of his brothers’ toothbrushes. They didn’t notice anything until their mouth was completely numbed, and weren’t able to talk properly for hours, which made you, Bruce, Alfred and Jason laugh like crazy.
You gave two marbles to Slytherin when Damian replaced every single names in Tim’s phone contact with “John Cena”, and changed his ringtone to the famous meme song.
This gave an idea to Dick that earned him two marbles as well. He told all his brothers that he changed their contact names, that he swapped them around and...didn’t actually do it. Jason, Tim and Damian were suspicious about any texts or calls they received for days, before Dick thought it was time to tell them, and oh god it was glorious.
Slytherin won three marbles when Damian made a sticker that said “voice activated” and put it on the brand new coffee machine. The sign was well made, he even added the logo of the coffee machine on it, it looked very real...You laughed way too much, witnessing everyone (but Alfred and Dams) talking to the coffee machine until they realized it was yet another prank.
Tim got one marble for unscrewing the shower head of his brothers’ bathrooms, putting chicken broth cube in it, screwed the shower head back and...”I just took a shower but I feel all sticky and I smell like chicken broth...”
Damian got two marbles for putting glitters in all of his brothers’ pants. Your sons were sparkly for weeks, as glitter gets everywhere and takes forever to go...such a good prank.
It took a week for Damian, Tim and Jason to realize that Dick had changed every single picture in their bedroom with pictures of himself laughing as if he was a character in a sitcom...This earned him 2 marbles.
You gave two marbles to Tim when he re-laced their shoes from the tongue down, with the aglets at the bottom. Simple, but efficient and hilarious. He also earned four more marbles for the effort, when he put all of his brothers’ stuffs in their build in closets in their bedroom, and screwed the doors shut. Ooooh yes it was funny.
You felt awful, the day Jason pranked Dick at dinner time.
You saw things happening. You saw Jason took the hot sauce and vodka. You saw it all but...you were too curious.
Besides, he was about to prank Dick, who was old enough for alcohol (and hated it).
You kept it cool while you saw Damian distract Dick (oh so he was in on it...Gryffindor and Slytherin teaming up, a first !) and Jason almost emptied the bottle of hot sauce in Dick’s plate.
A few seconds later, and as you couldn’t hold your laughter in anymore, Dick was turning red and screaming for some water...he should have been more careful when he saw Jason giving a glass to him...
-THAT IS VODKA YOU IDIOT !
Dick yelled as he spat the entire thing on the floor, and rushing to the fridge to get some milk and soothe this damn burn.
By then, the prank war was going on for so long that you all started to laugh like crazy once you realized what was happening.
This earned seven marbles for Jason, and two for Damian who helped.
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All throughout this prank war, this little personalized house cup, you, Bruce and Alfred (who weren’t playing, taking part in the cup for obvious reason, as one of your boys would be disadvantaged because there was only three of you and four of them) took bets as to who would win...Little did you guys know that, none of you were right.
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As you were about to give each of them two marbles for their pranks of the day, you realized that...but that couldn’t be possible could it ?
And yet...You called all of them to the living room and they ran to you, knowing why you were calling them.
They held their breath as you slowly put the last marbles of the Wayne House Cup into the tubes and...What ? No. No that couldn’t be the end of it, could it ?
-Well, boys, seems like the winner of the house cup is...ALL OF YOU ! PERFECT EQUALITY ! Wow I’m actually impressed. Good job guys. But I guess we’ll never know which house is the best...
There was a short silence, as Alfred and Bruce, who came at the same time than them in the living room, were laughing because of the boys’ faces. Their facial expression was a mix of shock and “wtf”, and the most hilarious thing ever. Finally, finally they reacted, and as one said :
-ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ?!
The fit of laughter that took over you, your husband and Alfred was endless.
Fin.
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...Eh :/. This was so (too) long. Sorry. The pranks weren’t really great either, I’m not good at finding those and uuuuuuuuuuuuh. MEH EH MEH.
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The Break // Jughead Jones
Summary: After your mother, Mary, is dragged into the rift with Lucifer you take off for a break from hunting. Coming to a small town called Riverdale you adapt to normal life and get some friends and a boyfriend. They have no idea of your real life until trouble comes.
Characters: Jughead Jones x Winchester!Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Lacey (OFC), Chuck Clayton, Sam Winchester (mentioned) and Dean Winchester (mentioned).
Words: 2512
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or Supernatural in any way, shape or form. I do not own any gifs or images in there either. All I own is Lacey and the reader too.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, monsters, and fluff
Author: Caitsy
A/N: Lots of requests to do that I’m excited about! This was shit at the end though.
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You were staring up at the building with interest given you only had a few weeks in each school you arrived at. This was the first one you could be staying at for an indefinite time and you weren’t sure how you would survive.
“Who is that?” Your keen hearing picked up from a short distance from you.
You shoved the book bag filled with supplies that Sam had helped you pick out with a tense silence between you too. As your older brother he wasn’t excited to not have you close by. The thing was that after your mother was dragged into the rift by Lucifer. Sixteen years ago, revealed to your siblings and you by Chuck, Mary was brought to life in order to make another full Winchester child. You were sure it had to do with the Nephilim that Chuck knew would happen.
“I have no clue Kev.”
“She’s so badass.” Kevin mumbled as you stomped your way into the school in your beat up black converse. You wore a dark jean jacket that Dean had gotten you for your sixteenth birthday to replace the genuine leather jacket a fucking vampire ripped.
“Damn girl.” You sighed hearing a cocky tone of voice, “Where’ve you been all my life?”
“None of your business.” You grumbled carrying on before you felt a hand on your upper back.
Twisting away you grabbed his arm to twist behind his back, you tripped him onto the ground to get in the proper place to snap his arm. His crying was the one thing you relished in.
“Ow! You bitch!” The boy cried trying to get you off, “You will pay!”
“Not as expensive as your hospital bill.” You spat dislocating his shoulder, “Don’t touch me you fucking pig.”
You scooped your bag into your hand taking off towards the office leaving the boy on the ground in pain in a circle of students. You felt happy knowing that it would keep people away for a while. Besides you would be kept in shape so you keep your stamina you signed up for the cross country running team.
After a tour by Principal Weatherbee you collapsed onto a group in the student lounge during your spare. Living in the bunker you had corresponded with a school enough that with Sam’s help you had credits for classes you needed here.
“You dislocated Chuck Clayton’s arm and I’m living for it.” A sophisticated voice said as she sat down in the chair near you. One leg over the over with a smirk in place, “Veronica Lodge.”
“He touched me.” You grumbled leaning back into the couch, “Y/N Campbell.”
“Where are you from?” Veronica questioned. You tensed up a little before mumbling a small town in Kansas. She hummed as more student filed into the room including a football player you saw help Chuck up.
“Hey Ronnie.” A blonde girl said bouncing into the room with a large smile.
There was a redhead wearing a varsity jacket with gold and blue on it with a large R on the left side of it. Beside him was a boy that made the red head look like stark opposites. This boy wore a black jacket over a burgundy sweater and grey shirt. The crown beanie stood out the most on his head covering the dark hair.
“Who is this?” The redhead asked.
“This is my new friend Y/N Campbell. Y/N this is Betty, Jughead and Archie.” Veronica said introducing you to everyone. You saw that Jughead opened his mouth before your burner phone in your bag.
“Did you get settled in?” Sam asked when you picked up the phone. He was more of a father figure than a brother like Dean had been to him.
“Hey. Yeah I’m settled in, how’s our stupid brother?” You knew that Dean would be the most cut up over your mother being taken away again and Cas being presumed dead.
“Dean is…well he’s in denial.”
“Hm. I’ll call later. Keep safe.” You mumbled quickly hanging up before fleeing the room to your first class of the day.
What you didn’t know was Jughead caught a glimpse of the multiple burner phones in your bag and the knife. That was enough to send Jughead into bloodhound mode. He issued an excuse to his friends before following you.
“Strange.” Jughead hummed as you disappeared into a classroom that was a senior class. He knew you were in sophomore year like he was. You didn’t seem like the academic type to be ahead of other sixteen year olds.
You however followed the English teacher’s to introduce yourself before reading the chapter for the class and writing a reflection. The teacher seemed easy going than what you were warned of from Sam but with Sam you were ahead of the game.
“You’re new.” A girl said with her head tilted to the side. You met eyes with brownish gold eyes with a wicked smile, “Lacey.”
“It’s obvious given I was introduced at the new student.” You returned picking up where you had been reading. It seemed the girl refused to let you ignore her.
“I heard you joined the cross country team.” Lacey said, “Don’t wear really short shorts. Chuck with eyeball you.”
“I took care of him.” You sighed, “Can you leave me alone?”
“Nah. You seem cool and I like cool people. Not many like being friends with the captain of the wrestling team.”
You froze turning to look her in the eye and it was then you noticed the blue and gold varsity jacket hanging on the back of her chair. It had a large R like Archie’s and the number 19 on the arm with Lacey delicately sewn in the arm.
“You’re the captain of a wrestling team?”
“Well I wasn’t allowed to be on the football team. Jason and Chuck made sure I didn’t get on so I dominated the wrestling team. Literally the reason we won last year’s championship and then I was made captain.”
“Congrats I guess.” You sighed before the bell rang.
“You should eat with me.”
“No thanks.” You returned heading towards the cafeteria not wanting anything to do people at this school. You wanted to get through the year before heading back to your hell of a life.
“I don’t give up.” Lacey called as you headed into the doors. The food looked better than some of the diner food you’ve eaten over the years.
You had nicely sat down at a table outside when the clang of a tray sounded and Veronica sank into the seat. The others trickled in within a few minutes not caring if you wanted to alone or not. You resigned yourself to knowing that Veronica wouldn’t give a shit.
“How’s your day so far?”
“It was better when I was eating alone.”
“Leave the angst to me.” Jughead informed eating one of the fries off his tray with a sarcastic smile in your direction.
“No offences but I don’t want friends.” You firmly stated going to get up before Betty rested a hand on your forearm.
“Please.”
There was something about the innocence she exuded that slowly made you accept that having some friends wouldn’t be so bad. It just meant you would have to hide the weapons in your house that you were staying in with a retired female hunter. You would have to carefully construct a backstory and carefully choose how to talk about your life.
“Fine.”
“How old are you?” Archie asked taking a bite out of his sandwich.
“Sixteen.”
“I am too.” Jughead inserted with a firm distrustful expression on his face.
The others announced their ages just as another redhead came up to your table with a cold and calculated smile. Obviously came from wealth and ruled the school. Probably a cheerleader by how she held herself and her body shape.
“Cheryl Blossom.” The manicured hand grabbed your hand to shake before she wiped her hand on her skirt. You obviously disgusted her.
“What can I help you with.” You questioned slumping down in your seat.
“You should try out for the cheerleading team. You have the perfect body and you have a potentially pretty face.”
“No thanks.” You said picking up your food on your plate, “I have no interest wearing a short skirt and worrying about my hair.”
“You could be someone if you joined.”
“Nah. I’m comfortable being a nobody. Besides I have these people to annoy me. I don’t need a spoilt rich brat to make me want to stab my face out.”
“Wow. Your psycho even more than Betty Cooper and her sister is a tragic story of teen pregnancy.”
“Oh fuck off.” You spat, “All you are is a basket face from a family that cares more for money and reputation than you. Bet mommy’s hit you huh?”
Cheryl stomped off with a huff and a threat to take you down and you didn’t even give a shit.
Three months went by with you hanging out with your friends you had slowly warmed up to, you didn’t even think of hunting anymore. You were hesitantly dating Jughead and keeping it quiet so only your friends knew about the relationship. You hadn’t heard of a hunt outside of the mysterious death of Jason Blossom that was completely human. Well until Greendale had a few murders that had no motive human wise.
That’s why when you were walking to Archie’s house after watching Lacey’s wrestling match you knew something was off in the look of a man staring at you. His eyes flashed back before you knew that shit was hitting the fan. You groaned before dodging the punch of the demon wearing a middle aged meat suit. You caused blood to drip down the demon’s face.
“When I heard of the Winchester girl not being protected by her big brothers I knew I could make my move.” The demon smirked easily dodging your hits and kicks before the man grabbed the angel blade in your hand and stabbed you in your stomach.
You stared down at the blade in shock looking up as he sliced into your skin shallowly before laughing manically.
“Ooh I think we should go into that house and kill your friends as you watch unable to help.” The demon snickered doing as he said by storming into the house.
The group seeing you bleeding held by the unknown man jumped up in absolute horror when he stabbed you in the shoulder this time. He pushed you aside and stumbled when you kicked him in the knee causing him to drop the angel blade.
“Let us have some fun.” The demon clapped his hands with a near giddy expression, “Do they know about you?”
“No you bitch.” You spat painfully getting your feet, “Leave them out of this.”
“Look baby Winchester. Your family has been causing too much trouble and if I can’t kill your brothers I’ll do the next best thing.”
“Winchester?” Jughead asked confused, “Your last name is Campbell.”
The demon started laughing as he looked at you almost disappointed.
“Not even a good alias. You’re a knockoff Winchester.”
“Oh hell no.” You spat rushing him with kick in the stomach. You were thankful the adrenaline was helping you even with the blood loss.
“Little girl you can’t fight shit.” He spat with a glare. He grabbed your arm throwing you onto the ground, “I think I’ll kill you first then your little friends.”
“Over my dead body.” You hissed shoving your elbow into his face before another kick into his midsection. He stumbled with a right hook across his face and roundhouse kick onto the floor.
“That can be arranged.” He said spitting blood on the ground. He tried stepping out before he was stopped, “Devil’s trap.”
You flipped the rug up to reveal a red large devils trap on the hardwood floor. You chuckled tilting your head to the side as your wobbled on your feet.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis con…potestas-“
“Stop it!” He screamed as you began to exorcism, “You won’t kill me! You can’t kill me because you are useless human.”
“Your demon. Couldn’t even snag an attractive meat suit.”
“What the hell is going on?” Veronica demanded as the scene unfolded.
“Your human friend is dying. That’s what up.” The demon wickedly smiled.
“I can’t.” You winced as the blood loss became evident. You weakly grabbed the angel blade on the ground before stepping near the demon and shoving the blade into his heart. The orange light lit up under the demon’s skin before the vessel collapsed dead on the spot and you fell down struggling to breathe.
“What the hell?!” Archie exclaimed falling down to pressed his hands on your stab wound on your stomach, “You murdered someone in my house and he lit up!”
“He’s a demon.”
“Bullshit.” Jughead monotonously said.
“Explain to me why he lit up then?” You gasped as they came to terms with the news, “Call my brothers on my phone.”
“You kill demons.”
“The monsters under your beds and in stories.” You mumbled seeing black dots in your vision. You weakly coughed up blood onto your chin with a wince, “Cas. Help me! Cas!”
“Who’s Cas?”
“Castiel please!” You sobbed as you felt yourself falling into the pit of death.
“I am Castiel. An angel of the lord.” the gritty voice of your angel friend said as he knelt beside you, “Demon stabbed you?”
“I don’t want to die Cas.” You whimpered.
“Y/N you cannot tell your brothers I’m alive.” Cas warned you with a stern expression before he pressed two fingers on your forehead, “Y/N I can’t fully heal you. I slowed it down but I can’t heal you.”
“I want my brothers.” You sobbed accepting your fate just before another light blasted into the room. Standing in all his glory was Chuck with a concerned expression and two men behind him, “Chuck?”
“I need you to be alive.” Chuck sighed before healing you completely while Sam and Dean lunged for you.
“What the hell.” Veronica stated as she was able to see again.
“This is my brothers Sam and Dean Winchester. This is Chuck…he’s-“
“An angel.” Betty quipped.
“Not exactly.” Sam inserted slowly before stepping forward.
“Chuck is god.”
“I’m in shock.” Jughead mumbled as Castiel flashed away with the body and the floor was cleaned up, “My girlfriend hunts demons and monsters. My girlfriend is a badass. I just met God.”
“Can you tell us how you got into this?” Betty softly asked as Jughead held your hand.
And you did. From when your mother first died until Jack being born your age and everything in between even when your brother interrupted to add their own bits to the story. They didn’t fully understand but they didn’t see you any different and having Jughead love you more was worth them knowing your past.
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