#DON'T TELL ME JASON HASN'T DONE THIS BEFORE

[chibinightowl]

Today has been a day. Just a lot of hospital stress this week between my mom and my husband's surgeries and this is how it's coming out (they're both fine and are recovering well).

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Dick finds Tim in a waiting room at Gotham General, slumped in a faded blue plastic chair that's seen better days. At some point during the day, his brother had been immaculately dressed for the office. But now, his blue pin-striped suit is wrinkled, his collar is unbuttoned, and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up. There was a tie somewhere as Dick knows Tim never leaves home without one on an office day, but it's anyone's guess as to where it currently is.

"Hey. I got here as fast as I could," he says, taking the open seat beside Tim. He did too, calling Wally as soon as he got the news from Barbara. "How's Jason?"

Tim opens his eyes, giving him a look that is more dead than alive. "Still critical."

Pain lances through Dick at the two words. He'd lost Jason once before and the guilt from being off world when his Little Wing needed him the most still ate at him in the darkest parts of his psyche. And now, here he is sitting with another brother he never thought he'd have, one who's been through so much trauma and loss of his own--and who is on the verge of possibly losing another loved one.

A car-pedestrian accident. The gall of something so normal and mundane having the potential to take out the Red Hood--or any of them for that matter--is enough to make Dick want to punch the taupe wall of this dreary waiting room.

To be honest, he's rather surprised none of the others are here yet. Well, expect Bruce. He's off world with the JL and...

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you think Bruce knows yet?"

Tim's shrug is so minute Dick might have missed it if he wasn't watching closely. "Can't say I care right now. He and Jay got into another of their big fights before he left. Said if Jay can't clean up his act, then don't bother coming back."

Dick winces and easily reads between the lines of what Tim isn't saying given their semi-public place. Even in Bludhaven, he'd heard about the execution-style murder of a known pedophile--and that it was the Red Hood who'd done it.

"He didn't do it, Dick," Tim whispers, catching his gaze as tears build in his eyes. "I was there. I know he didn't. But Bruce didn't listen to either of us, said I was covering for him because he's in my pants." Those last words are practically spat out. "I think this is the first time I've ever felt like I hate him. He just doesn't listen!"

That's a feeling Dick knows all too well. He also knows now why the others aren't here--that Barbara called him first because Tim doesn't need just comfort.

He needs his big brother.

Dick slides from the chair to kneel on the floor in front of Tim. "Now that is something I know a lot about." He takes Tim's hands and squeezes them firmly. "I'm not going to tell you it'll get better. I'm also not going to say you need to be the bigger person and forgive him. What I am going to tell you is that I believe you and that I believe in Jason."

Tim's breath hitches and he falls into Dick's open arms sobbing. Thank yous fall from his lips and into Dick's jacket. Tears fill his own eyes as he remembers another time where he didn't believe this little bird, his first Robin.

Time hasn't necessarily dulled the guilt, but it has given him perspective. He'd done what he thought best at the time and owned up to it when he'd been proven wrong--a trait not shared by their mentor and father-figure.

"We'll get through this together," Dick soothes, running a hand up and down Tim's back. "You, me, and everyone else. We're all here for you and we're all pulling for Jason."

As he speaks, he glances up and spots Alfred hurrying down the hall with Damian and Duke in tow. Both boys are still dressed in their school uniforms, so Alfred must have pulled them out early. Behind them are Cass and Steph, hands held tightly.

"We're all here," he repeats, nudging Tim's chin to make him look up. "And we're not going anywhere."

#chibinightowl writes #dick grayson #tim drake #background JayTim #there's a lot to unpack here #but it's mostly just brotherly bonding #and me needing to word vomit in some capacity #stress is a bitch #yes I'm fine #just need sleep

[stealingyourbones]

Hey Bones, I saw your thing about a Bat family member becoming a ghost and it reminded me of a very heart breaking au a friend and I came up with a while back that I don't remember if I submitted or not. Either way, be prepared to have your heart broken.

Tim is dead. He's been dead for a while actually. But No one seems to have noticed. He looks and feels just as solid as he did before he died, even if he's got a lower body temperature and doesn't seem to get hurt on patrol beyond bumps and bruises. Never anything that would land him in med Bay, never anything that would make his family check on him.

No one has noticed the way he doesn't eat anymore, or the fact he doesn't sleep. He's extended his patrol hours and cut back on time at Wayne Enterprises. He's pretty sure not even Alfred noticed. He knows the Kryptonians aren't worried about him not having a heart beat and they have no reason to tell anyone. They know he has a special device that can hide him from their senses and tests it on Kon a lot to make him focus on spacial awareness beyond his hearing. He used it a lot before he died. They just think he hasn't turned it off in a while.

Tim remembers how he died. Not fully, but there are pieces. He remembers he was fighting someone on a bridge and he didn't call for back up because he thought he could handle it. He doesn't remember who he thought he could handle. He remembers something stinging his arm. A bug? No a bug couldn't bite through Kevlar, it was a needle. Then everything started going dark and he was stumbling back. His back hit something hard and he tiped over it. He thought he could land on the other side. He remembers wondering why his suit felt so damp and heavy as the world went black around him.

Tim's body is still at the bottom of the bay where it will likely stay forever with so, so many other bodies. It makes Tim wonder, why him? Why not everyone else who ended up down there? Why not everyone who has died in Gothem? Did he come back like Jason did, is it something to do with being a vigilante? Tim checks his own pulse again while he's alone. Yep. Still dead. He continues on his patrol and tries to shove those thoughts away.

So what if Tim's dead? He's still here and he still has work to do. His family is full of detectives. If they can't figure out that something as important as death has happened to one of their own? Well then Tim thinks they need to pay more attention. He ignores the pain that curls in the back of his mind at that thought.

It's been 6 months. Why hasn't anyone noticed? Tim can't help but wonder if they ever will.

Howdy its me @bonebrokebuddy answering. I'm Twone's (twin bones) twin who is helping answer asks because this fucker has like, over 100 of them in her ask box and I help her with making prompt ideas frequently so she trusts me to not horribly fuck up her account.

This is my first answer for her I've written because I had my screen on low brightness and on darkmode, so your profile jump scared the shit out of me when I scrolled past it. Therefore im answering this one first.

Anywho, from my chronic inability to write angst here goes: Tim died, came back and none of the Bats seemed to care. So what? It's not like his best friends hadn't done the same thing. And he was tired and sick of the Bats thinking his entire life revolved around them.

So he packed up his bags and headed to Kansas.

The Bats might not be worried but neither was Kon or Bart. They're actually thrilled after getting over their initial grief that Tim now has also personally experienced death and came back. The funeral was a rather small, breif, and quiet afar. Kon made sure to help locate Tim's corpse and Bart helped with the eulogy (surprisingly heartfelt and moved them all to tears.)

Sure, they're sad that Tim died but he's right in front of them, it's a little more difficult to morn when you've been laughing at said dead guy who got stuck halfway through phasing out of the wall. And now Tim can keep track with them!

Kon is a little pissed that Tim can now go intangible and escape his TTK so he can't take away Tim's coffee anymore. But it's kinda worth it. The first time he took Rob on his favorite flight path, he's never wanted anything else than to hear Tim's breathless laugh and see his frighteningly perfect smile again. They now often go on flights together, high above the clouds with no-one else but them for thousands of miles around. (it almost felt like a date)

Bart knew this would happen one day. He was from the future, of course he knew that Tim Drake, formerly Red Robin, died at age 19 and changed his alias to The Grey Ghost. It doesn't mean that Bart doesn't morn the passing of his friend. Tim means a lot to him and the brief guilt that he did not stop Tim's death also quickly passes. He can finally show Tim that hiding space in the walls that no one else can get to without phasing through the wall! One other thing. Bart is unsure if Kon has noticed yet, which he knows Kon isn't the most observant of the old young justice crew but he has to have noticed it by now. Ever since Tim left Gotham he's developed an insane appetite despite claiming that he didn't need to eat while in Gotham and also being dead so why does he need to eat? (Unknown to Bart, Kansas doesn't have as much ambient ectoplasm as Gotham and Tim is starting to experience the withdraw symptoms. If the trio don't realize how to fix Tim's worsening symptoms soon, Tim might actually die for good this time.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #seersnake #ones replies #twones replies #bones replies #dont worry ill make the tagging system confusing quICK #I POSTED IT BEFORE IT WAS DONE FUCK #okay fixed it.

[starry-bi-sky]

ive been hesitating to ask this bc youve been on a roll with the clone^2au (which i am frothing over) but could i poke you for some childhood friend au? bc GOD i wanna see how danny reacts to reuniting w jason or how the rest of the batfam react to learning jason never told danny of his resurrection or wondering if dannys gonna put jokers dead body on a display/offering to jasons grave. i havent been normal about this since i first read it and was wondering. thank you for your writing.

RAAAAHHHH DON'T BE HESITANT I AM JUST AS FERAL OVER MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU AS I AM WITH CLONE^2 I AM DELIGHTED BY THIS. Like.,,,, i literally love them,,, so much. I can't listen to The Crane Wives without thinking of them.

(which is my fault - the ao3 fic of them has literally only crane wives lyrics for each chapter title and summary (posted AND the ones not written) so of course im gonna associate with them.)

(if you wanna listen to some of their songs while thinking of cfau here are my recommendations: "Once & for All", "Here I Am", "Hollow Moon" is a Danny AND Jason song to me, this would be my go-to song for an animatic of CFAU if i had the skills for it. "Tongues and Teeth", "Curses" and "take me to war" is a heavy cfau danny song to me, and of course, "the moon will sing")

Like they're BEST friends dude, they're two sides of the same coin and when they were kids they would do this thing where their 'fingers crossed'/'double-crossed' was them hooking their index fingers in the fingers crossed gesture.

and i'm actually currently rewriting my original post into a more fic-like format, and when I'm done I'll post it on here under the cfau tag - with the original post still in tact. But its,,, gonna be so long dude,,,, the original behemoth was just over 9000 words,,, and I've written 3k words already of the new one and we haven't even reached Jason and Danny reuniting at the gala yet,,, i need to get back to that,,,

and then to answer your questions!! god im almost hesitant to answer because i dont wanna spoil the little fic i had planned for it but also like,, its not like im gonna spoil everything, right? and answering the questions isnt the same as writing the scene down so!!

i love danny and jason's reuniting, like i've thought about it SO much and I've thought about it happening after Danny kills the Joker. I know the reveal could have been before that, and it could have been equally just as dramatic but like??? Thematically, doing it after danny kills the joker is SO good. To me at least.

Because like?? Jason's been in somewhat denial about danny's plan to kill the joker for months. ever since danny told him that he wanted to at the gala. And from Jason's pov its not even technically a plan. He sees his best friend for the first time after five years and his best friend still isn't over his death. He hasn't stepped foot in Gotham since his funeral and now suddenly he's here.

And he's still so full of grief over his death that he tells a masked vigilante that he's going to kill the guy that did it, who lives in said masked vigilante's city. And danny's got that look in his eyes that Jason knows so well that means he's being serious. And yet he still doesn't know if he should believe him or not.

And then he does. Danny kills him. And Jason can't fucking believe it. And when he goes and sees Danny, Danny's hands are still covered in blood. And that reunion? God like a fucking firework show. Danny's so fucking angry, and pissed, and hurt, and so goddamn overjoyed that he's alive and here that he sends them both to the ground, and if he doesn't calm down he's gonna take out the power in a five block radius.

there's just so, so much yelling on Danny's end. And then so much crying, first from Danny and then them both. because god, you're alive. you're here. i've missed you so much. i'm never letting you out of my sights again.

and Joker's death! God I don't want to actually say too much about that, but the way I have it set up thematically makes me actually not want danny to take any part of the joker with him as an offering. and he may actually forego that particular ghost etiquette and offer something else as an offering to Jason in substitute to not bringing him the Joker's heart/head/ritualistic body part.

Because you know what the last thing a man whose been spending the last two decades of his life building himself up to be larger than life would want? A death that's unremarkable. :) and that's all i'll put on the matter for now.

and the batfam!! they technically already know that jason hasn't told danny he was resurrected, and plenty of them have mixed feelings on them. largely bruce and dick i think, considering they saw firsthand how close jason and danny were when they were kids.

Dick was honestly surprised at first when he found out that Jason hadn't told Danny he was alive - and on one hand he understands the reasoning for it, and on the other hand he isn't sure if it was such a good idea. Especially after he sees Danny again after he arrives back in Gotham and sees just how badly Jason's death was still affecting him. But it's not like he's going to try and convince Jason to tell him - he can make his own choices, even if Dick has questions about them.

Bruce has much the same thoughts as Dick, so there's not really much to add here other than he might bring it up once or twice to Jason like, vaguely. And then immediately drops it when Jason shuts him down. He might actually somewhat...?? prefer that Jason hasn't told Danny because that raises a lot of questions and could jeopardize their identities. However, again, Jason can make his own choices and there's not much Bruce can do about it other than disapprove from afar.

Tim who knew of Danny from stalking the Wayne family shares similars sentiments of being surprised that Jason didn't tell Danny, but again, yeah, understands the thought process to some extent. Doesn't bring it up ever.

Everyone else who hadn't seen firsthand how close Danny and Jason are don't really have much opinion on it -- Jason didn't tell his best friend he was alive, great, he also didn't tell them either so it's not like its that much of a surprise. It would've been more of a surprise to them if Jason had told Danny before he told Bruce and co. Damian may make a comment or two about Jason not telling Danny, but its not about how he can't believe he didn't tell him or anything like it.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #cfau #childhood friends au #danny and jason are such best friends i love them so much #BUT YEAH ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT CFAU I'LL SCREAM #AND THEN TRY AND ANSWER THEM TO MY BEST ABILITY #like i could go on RANTS almost SPECIFICALLY about rath (dan) and then about jason and danny #and their friendship like i've thought about this au with a combined soulmate au and immediately hated the idea because no! #no! i can't call them soulmates. i can't it doesnt fit. their bond goes DEEPER than that. its *better* than that #this wasn't written in the stars it was forged in the back alley streets of gotham with all the broken glass under their feet #and the smell of nicotine weaving itself into the fabrics of their shirts. their souls aren't intertwined because the universe said so #they're two balls of yarn tangled together because they batted it at each other and decided to play cats cradle. and then never bothered #to untangle the string from one another. you'll never know where one ends and the other begins #i actually have a cfau miscellaneous facts post in my drafts that i need to finish too and i might do that today because of this ask <33 #the fastest way to starry's heart is through her ask box #asking me questions about my aus is the fastest way to make me make more content about them ajshld #see: clone^2 (i've been coasting off the fanart i got from them for the last two days) and now this #i need to stop more before i start waxing more poetic about jason and danny's bond with one another. #also also jason is equally as feral about danny as danny is about him (see: him plotting joker's demise since he was 14) its just not #showing as much since a lot of this is from danny's pov. like dw this isn't one-sided obsession its mutual. #see: jason seeing danny's scars and immediately wanting to find out who caused it and getting murderously angry about it #its not a starry post unless its long #idk maybe im just obsessed with the idea that relationships are chosen and forged with time and that the bonds we have arent because they #were predetermined but because we made them to be. Like how clone^2 said 'i choose to be brothers' and how danny and jason said #'i choose you. i will always choose you. you're my other half. the one who watches my back. i choose you.'

[lacrimosathedark]

So, there's this one image in the most recent Green Arrow series that I just can't stop thinking about.

This is the full page:

And while the whole thing is a big, somewhat confusing, incredibly frustrating lore dump on how and why Lian is like 15 instead of like 9 (she died when she was 4 and I presume it's been a few years but not THAT long) and why she didn't look for her parents sooner, I want to focus, very specifically, on this:

That is Arsenal and RED HOOD in that window. Lian was watching her dad run around with Red Hood. She saw them running around when they were in Gotham together.

Which makes me think that maybe she actively avoided Jason.

From what I can surmise from what I've read, a lot about Red Hood is common knowledge but also in like a cryptid sort of way. A lot is "known" about him, because Jason is loud and, while very smart, sometimes reckless, but a lot of it is sort of contradictory and messy.

It wouldn't surprise me if among common knowledge or popular belief that Red Hood specifically protects kids (who aren't dressed like traffic lights), especially given his one big rule when he stepped on the scene was don't sell drugs to kids. It would be a not too hard theory that he may have once been one of those kids, especially considering he might use his upbringing for clout to gain respect, show he knows how shit works.

And now remember that since her "death" and Cheshire dumping her on a doorstep, she's become basically a Gotham street urchin just like Jason was. She and her friends were thieves in order to get by. She, like anyone else, could have gone to a Red Hood for help and protection. Heck, if she were to go to any Bat, Jason would be her best bet because I believe (and I could be wrong) he is the only one who never met Lian. And he only worked with Roy once after Roy found out about her.

She sure as shit wouldn't be afraid of him. She's still very kind at heart, but she's steeled herself enough to be able to do this:

Because before this, as angry and hurt as she was about Jade's life choices, the worst she had ever done was throw her photo of her across the room and cry "Bad Mommy!" at it. Now, while she's still too attached to Jade for my liking/sanity, she is able and willing to tell Jade to her face when she thinks she's done wrong.

So it comes down to, Jason has attached himself to Roy, and Lian can't risk everything just for food and protection. Not forherself, or her friends.

Selina Kyle was truly a blessing for this child, training her and caring for her.

I know a lot of people don't like Shoes, but Gotham Street Kid Lian just has so much to work with. And it's not like Roy hasn't lived in Gotham before, even pre-Flashpoint.

This is honestly a long-winded way of me saying I want to see Lian interact with Jason.

#Lian Harper #Cheshire Cat #Red Hood #Jason Todd #Arsenal #Roy Harper #Cheshire #Jade Nguyen #DC Comics #Green Arrow #give me more of her kicking ass and throwing sass please

[krizariel]

Inspired on an episode from HIMYM - because is my background noise show:

Tim hooking up with Jason thinking he is a hooker because whoever introduced them (probably OG Bernard) was playing a prank on Tim for being a prude/too puritan and is not like Tim had much time to find a date for the wedding he had to go to. He is still friends with his ex but it hasn't been that long since the break-up and its awkward and now they have to go to the same wedding since they are within the same group of friends.

Bernard: You should totally bring a date

Tim: what? who am I gonna bring? I'm too busy as it is and I'm not going to bring a random guy from grindr

Bernard: Eh, just bring an escort

Tim: I'm not THAT desperate.

Bernard: Pfft, what's the big deal, no strings attached, get to show everyone you are doing just fine, no one has to know, you leave with your dignity AND a good time

Tim: You cannot be serious.

Bernard: Oh I'm so serious. What, Tim Drake can't hook up with a hooker now?

Tim: Just no, and seriously shut up. I'll see if I can find someone and I have nothing to prove I don't care to make Steph jealous. Plus I'm sure she won't bring a date.

Wedding comes, Tim shows up and Bernard is with his date and another very handsome man.

Tim pulls Bernard to the side because what?!

Tim: Who is that?

Bernard: Oh, you know, found you a date *wink*, thank me later.

Tim: With a hooker!?

Bernard: What, too handsome to be a hooker uh? No one would ever suspect anything

Tim: That's beside the point! I had said no-

Bernard: Geez, give it a try no one said to sleep or do anything with him? He is just a companion tonight, whatever else happens is up to you

Tim: I know that! But-

Steph: You guys ok there?

Steph and her date had joined Jason and Ariana (Bernard's date) and they had come looking for Bernard and Tim.

Jason: Hey, you are way cuter than described.

And he winked at Tim. He was way too handsome, towering the whole group.

Tim at first is kind of forced to go along but it would be awkward to reject Jason since he was already there, and it was not his fault plus damn he looked stunning. They hit it off just fine, in fact it was great, Jay was a total nerd, they spent most of the night talking, drinking and flirting, and Tim started to feel all giddy and more emboldened to just flirt back. Is not like he will see him again right?

The event was at a hotel and they were going to leave their own ways. At first Tim was reluctant because well, he has never done this before and maybe this is going to be really expensive but… what the hell, he hasn't been with anyone for some time and he really finds he likes Jason even if he is a hooker and might not actually like Tim. So he invited Jason to his room to which Jason just said: Was starting to think you were not going to ask. That would have been no fun.

They hook up, sex is amazing, 100/10 would do it again … , and Tim leaves a few $100 bills by the table and just leaves a note with his number saying call me. Tim thinks well… at least maybe this way he knows Tim is still interested to see him again. Tim feels crazy because what has his life come to… and no, is not like this will be a Pretty Woman kind of plot, Jason probably has other people to see and WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM!? He will totally not tell anyone about this and certainly won't tell Bernard how did it go.

Well, Jason never calls him, Tim doesn't have his number, so he can't call him. Not long afterwards Tim has an accident on his bike, the paramedics come get him and Tim sees Jason there. At first Tim thinks maybe he is hallucinating because he totally has a concussion but-

Tim: Jason? what are you doing here?!

Jason: My job?? Didn't Bernard tell you I was a paramedic?

Tim: WHAT? AREN'T YOU A HOOKER!?!?

Jason: What.

Jason has half the mind to not punch Tim because he is having flashbacks of having such an amazing time with this rich kid that seemed nothing like the rest but then he wakes up alone and with money by the bed table. So insulting.

Jason: I'm a fucking PARAMEDIC… now shut the fuck up before I fucking make your injuries worse and lose my license.

Anyway, they clear things up (and Tim cant look at any of the nurses in the eye because they start giggling). Bernard, Ariana and Jason work at the same hospital and Ariana and Jason are good friends. Bernard invited Jason with them, telling him he had a good friend of his who is really cute but pretty lonely and can't find a date since he barely has any time to get himself out there. Jason shot him down at first with thanks but no thanks, but Ariana (Bernard's gf) told him Tim is actually really nice. Since Jason didn't have any plans he ended up accepting.

Jason: So you slept with me…thinking I was a hooker?!

Tim: …. Listen I wasn't going to do any of it, I swear but you were so funny, witty, smart, loved talking to you and in just a few hours I found I really was starting to like you, you were amazing… and didn't matter what you did for a living. I genuinely wanted to see you again and now I'm babbling and not making any sense I'm sorry-

Jason: The fuck is wrong with ya?… after another string of curses

Tim: I- … I'm sorry, I know this is a mess and I understand if you don't want to see me again-

Jason: No, I was talking to myself because for whatever reason I find ya oddly sweet.

Jason: But first, I'm going to do something for myself and slash Bernard's bike tires :)

Tim: Oh, can I join you?

Jason: Sure. It's a date Timbit ;)

#jaytim #timjay #jason todd #tim drake #the dicking can be done by anyone that's up to you #no capes au #not fic #sorry i just wanted Tim to embarrass himself big time #by screaming BUT YOU ARE A HOOKER?? #I swear i love my ducky disaster

[a1307s]

Take Me From You #3

(Jason Todd)

[Art is not mine! Credit to Naijarski]

Requested by: ynight14  and RavenMoore7799

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 2,814

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Gets a little heated at the end

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     I can hear the blood beating against the veins in my ears, drowning out the sound of Y/N and Bruce yelling at each other. The scene is almost funny. A hysterical Batman screams at Y/N to not kill as Y/N yells at him for being a murderer. A poor drug dealer sitting between the two screaming adults, confusion and fear on his face. I can feel the laughter brewing in my throat from the scene in front of me.

     Even with the mask covering a good chunk of her face, Y/N is as beautiful as she was the last time I saw her. Though she's more filled out than she was when we were fifteen, that only makes her prettier and is expected. She's not going to look the same as she did four years ago. Honestly, she could be in a flour bag, and I would still think she's the most perfect person in the room.

     Despite the funny scene in front of me, my heart races. I haven't seen her in years. I didn't even know if she was still in Gotham, let alone still in contact with Bruce. Given, it doesn't seem like good or willing contact, but it's still contact.

     Y/N's hair bounces around as she yells, making my fingers ache with the want to run them through it. The want to touch her, hold her, and hear her voice is overwhelming. Well, hear her talk to me in a normal tone at least, but I'm happy to hear her in any way, even if she is yelling. At Bruce, of all people.

     "I'm done. I'm done with you, you're helpless!" Bruce yells, throwing his hands up as he parades himself in a little circle. Y/N must have been a big hell-raiser over the years to get a response like that. The bat grabs the drug dealer, dragging him away as he mumbles to himself.

     I watch as Y/N turns on her heels, tilting her head back and forth as she uses her hand as a puppet, mimicking Bruce's meltdown as she walks away. It's good to see that she still has her humor. Good to see that Bruce hasn't managed to get her killed yet either.

     I follow after her, staying hidden as she walks away. I should talk to her, tell her I'm back. Maybe she knows though. I mean Bruce and Dick know so I would assume Y/N and Alfred know too. Though, if Bruce and her are fighting like this all the time I wouldn't be surprised if Bruce 'forgot' to mention my revival. It's a petty move that would be right up his way.

     Y/N turns down an alley, so I wait a second, just in case. The sound of metal scratching concert fills the night. It's quickly replaced by soft clicks of boots against metal. I poke my head around the corner, watching as she climbs up the fire escape. I slide forward, grabbing a hold of the latter before it slides back into place.

     I don't know why I feel the need to stay hidden as I watch her slide open a window and crawl in. Well, I kind of know. I don't know if it's best for me to just pop back into her life. Maybe she has a boyfriend or a husband. Maybe she has a whole family. If she has settled in life, what gives me the right to tear that up?

     I know it's selfish of me to hope her life ended when I died. What kind of shitty person hopes that? Me. I hope for that. Given, I also hope she's had a fulfilling life since my passing, I just hope it wasn't with another man.

     As I climb up the fire exit, ideas of how to kill Y/N's imaginary boyfriend circle my head. Maybe Bruce is right, maybe I am crazy. I try my best to be silent as I follow Y/N's path. Once I'm on her floor level, I push myself against the brick wall, not wanting to startle her. Well, I'm doing it mostly to catch a breather and prepare for the worst.

     It takes a second, but once my courage is built up, I move, looking into her window, only to be met with a gun barrel in my face. "What the fuck Y/N?!" I yell, raising my hands in a sign of surrender. It would be pretty shitty to come back to life just for my girlfriend - ex-girlfriend? - to blow my head off.

     My eyes scan over her maskless face, taking in her bright eyes, her cheekbones, and her lips. God her lips. It might just be the horn-dog in me, but I've missed her kissing me the most. Well... I can think of other parts of her I missed more. Off-topic, very off-topic thoughts. My... Y/N is holding a gun to my face and my identity is still very much hidden in my helmet. I need to stay on topic.

     "Who the fuck are you?" She yells, her finger featherily light on the trigger. Her body shifts some, causing a small clinking sound.

     My eyes drop down to her neck, the direction the sound came from. Wrapped around her neck and resting on her chest is a black chain with two rings strung on it. One is a basic black ring, with a red band through it. Even from here, I can make out the words on it. Curved on the inner side of the band are the words 'Come home to me' with Y/N's name next to it.

     The other band is a copy of the first but with a small ruby held in the middle. 'Be safe for me' is curved into this one, my name next to the wording. It's the first thing I ever bought Y/N. I bought it when we were thirteen, the cheesy words curved into them being enough to back that up. It took three weeks of pickpocketing to afford, but it was worth every penny.

     "Who. The fuck. Are you?" Y/N repeats, empathizing her words more.

     "Um... Jason... Todd..."

     Y/N's face shifts to confusion and then anger. "Last time I checked, Jason Todd is buried in a box in the Gotham Graveyard. So, try again asshole."

     "Bruce buried me in the fucking public graveyard? Didn't even cross his mind to bury me in the Wayne Graveyard? What the fuck?" I say before I can stop myself.

     "What is going on?" Y/N murmurs, shaking her head some as her eyes widen. "Go... go away murderer," she says, pointing the gun down before slamming the window shut.

     Murderer? Like she wasn't just fighting with Bruce over her wanting to murder someone. I stand still, hands still in the air as I watch Y/N march around her apartment, panic-cleaning as she talks to herself. Her head keeps shifting around like she's trying to erase what just happened. Hopefully, this isn't how she would react if a different murderer appeared outside her window.

     Once my head is on straight again, I push the window open, the wood of it yelling in discomfort as it moves. Y/N keeps pacing around, muttering to herself about crazy people and leaving Gotham. I carefully crawl in, making sure not to knock into anything.

     I let myself rest against the windowsill, watching her pace around the small apartment. How has she lived this long if this is her response to a stalker? Maybe I caused her a mental breakdown.

     A small smile rests on my face as I tug off my helmet and set it on the side table placed next to the window. It's littered with loose change and bullets. Good to see she still has a careless air to her. I always found it cute when we were younger. It made me feel needed, knowing she wouldn't pay attention to the small details even if it would make her life easier. I liked doing those things for her, I like her needing me to do those small things, even if it's not things that need to be done.

     I snap my mask off as well, placing it next to my helmet. Y/N continues to mutter and pace, occasionally throwing a phrase or two at me as she works her thoughts out. I look around her space. There's not much of it, which I'm not surprised about. It is an apartment in Gotham after all. Her living space is filled with bookcases, all of them filled to the seams with books and movies. There's a big, overstuffed couch across from a pricey television, probably an apology gift from Bruce. He's good at replacing emotions with money, which is easy to do when you have enough for ten lifetimes.

     Y/N's kitchen is littered with recipe books, loose papers, random dishes, and spices all over the counters. Her fridge is littered with pictures and more papers. Her bathroom and bedroom doors are swung open, unsurprisingly. She sucks at closing doors.

     Just like Y/N's kitchen, her bathroom counters are littered with makeup. Her bedspread is a mess, but besides that, her room is pretty straight and tidy. Even the nightstand by her bed is item less besides a lone alarm clock. That's not usual for her, maybe Y/N does have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who doesn't mind taking care of the small details for her, just like I used to do.

     From here, I can see the edge of a small table, a deep green cloth drooping off of it, that's tucked into a corner of her room. I let my curiosity get the better of me and push myself off the windowsill, making sure to close it behind me or else it'll be left open for the next two to three weeks.

     I walk into the room, expecting a hidden mess, but there's none to be found. I let my gaze settle on the mystery table that's not so much a mystery anymore.

     In the middle of the table is a picture of me. Well, a picture of us. It's from our first date night at the manor. I'm stretched out on the couch, my head in Y/N's lap and her hands tangled in my hair as we both smile at the camera.

     On either side of the picture is a candle; A white one for peace and a pink one for love. Each is held in a gold candle holder. In front of the picture is a few things. One is a bowl of Skittles, my favorite candy. To the left is a small, blue, empty bowl, and to the right is a full, red bowl.

     In the full bowl is the jewelry I use to wear; my dog tags Bruce gave me, the pocket watch I got from Alfred, the matching Robin bracelet from Dick, and my family cross I got from my mother.

     "So... you are alive," Y/N says, pulling my attention from the altar to her, standing in the doorway. She keeps shifting her weight and her fingers tap against the wood. It would only be more obvious that she's nervous if the word was stamped onto her forehead.

     "So, you made me an altar," I tease, trying to help Y/N calm down and loosen up some.

     "Of course, I made you an altar, Jay. You're Hispanic, it's part of your culture. Just because Bruce won't respect it doesn't mean I won't," Her words come out hot and fast, like she's embarrassed that I saw her memorial of me.  "Dumb, stupid, ginger ass, Hispanic boy," she mumbles, walking into the room.

     "Not my fault a Hispanic woman fell in love with an Irish man," I shoot back, watching as she slides onto her bed, her eyes looking everywhere but me.

     "I know," she mutters, lying back on her bed. "So... you must have one hell of a story to tell me."

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     Ever since my lap around the Lazarus pit, it's been weird waking up. Mostly because my body doesn't remember it's alive yet, and partly because my subconscious has the same feeling, which means it takes a second to remember to breathe in the morning.

     Just like every morning, it takes me a second to remember how to breathe along with taking some time to remember I'm not in a box in the ground. I can feel pressure on my chest. It isn't dirt, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Just a PTSD attack. It'll clear up any second now.

     Except, it doesn't clear up. I debate on whether I should open my eyes or not. Sometimes opening my eyes makes the attack worse. I don't want to take that chance. There's nothing on my chest, I'm fine. I repeat the thought as I slide my head over my chest. Instead of coming in contact with myself, my fingers slide into a bundle of hair. Well, that's not dirt but the sure as shit is something or someone on top of me.

     I slowly open my eyes, being met with the sight of Y/N curled up on top of me. I can feel the smile crossing my face as I look down at her. She looks so peaceful, fast asleep, softy breathing as she clings to me. I've missed these peaceful moments with Y/N. Most days memories like these were the only thing keeping me going.

     I shift a bit, peaking at the alarm clock on her nightstand; Five sixteen. I didn't plan on spending the night, but there was a lot to talk about, and a lot of time to make up for. Most of the time was spent with me explaining everything from the past four years, my death, the Lazarus pit, my service in the League of Assassins, my reappearance in Gotham, and the newly forming hatred between Bruce and me.

     I guess we ended up falling asleep on accident, especially since my boots are still on. That, and Y/N is still in her spandex suit.

     I shift again, flexing my arm and fingers to try and shake the static feeling out of the arm Y/N's head is on. Despite my efforts to not wake her, Y/N stirs, shifting around on top of me. She whines a bit, her body scooting down my body as she moves. It feels nice having her weight on me, feeling her body heat crashing into me. "Good morning," I whisper, rubbing my hand through her hair.

     "Good morning," She whispers back, pressing a sloppy kiss into my chest. It's sweet, but I wish my shirt was off, I wish I could feel her lips against my bare skin. "You're alive," she adds, sleep still very evident in her voice.

     "I'm alive," I repeat, wrapping my free hand around her back. I pull her up my body, her legs squeezing my sides as her head tucks into my neck. I struggle with being alive again, a lot. It's hard dealing with Bruce. It was hard being in debt to Ra's Al Ghul. Despite that all, in this very moment, it's so worth being alive.

     I flip us over, Y/N's hold still strong on me as I do so. I prop myself up with my knee, not wanting to crush her under me. "I missed you so much," I murmur, sliding my hands under her shirt, the spandex clinging to both of us now.

     "I missed you too," Y/N answers, sliding her hands into my hair, her fingers twirling the strands around themselves. I push her shirt up, laying kisses across the newly exposed skin. It's been so long since I've seen her, smelt her, touched her. After four long years of nothing but my thoughts of her, I can finally play out all my fantasies. I mean, there's no better way to start the day than with a bang.

     Soft mewls fall from her, only encouraging me more. If I had my way, I would keep her locked away in this apartment. Just her and me, and my longing for her. Nothing but her begging for me and me answering her every beck and call.

     "Y/N?" I hum against the skin of her stomach. She tugs softly on my hair, letting me know she's listening. "We're going to stay right here, all week. Maybe even two weeks."

     "I... I can't. I have work."

     "Not anymore. You're not leaving this apartment until we play out every last thought I've had of you. All four years' worth." Her legs tighten around me, an easy sign of her getting needy, an easy sign of me getting my way. I smirk to myself, dipping my hands down to her thighs. "After all, making you feel good is the least I could do after letting Bruce take me from you." Y/N lets out a breathy moan, letting me know I won.

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[via-rant]

Pt. 1

"Hey Leo?" Jason started and Leo looked away from his food he was stabbing multiple times. "Yeah?"

"Whens your birthday?" It's a normal question. A question anyone who didn't grow up running around cared about.

"Yeah. I think you're the only persons birthday we haven't celebrated." Piper added and Leo answered honestly, going back to eating his eggs.

"Oh. I don't know." Saying they were speechless was an understatement.

"You don't... know?" Percy asked as if it's the most unbelievable thing in the world and Leo stopped eating to look at them with a raised a brow.

"Yeah? I don't know, as in, I don't remember."

"Who doesn't remember their birthday?" Annabeth asked and Leo shrugged.

"Lots of people."

"You know lots of people who don't remember their birthday?" She pushed.

"Not personally but yeah. Met lots of them. Orphanages don't really care for that kind of stuff. So many kids we'd have a party every other week."

"What about foster homes? They had to have done something right?" Frank wondered out of pure curiosity.

"What is this? An intervention? Look, it doesn't matter. I forgot, I forgot, not a big deal."

"Dude, of course it is. That's the day you were born!" Percy exclaimed but Leo just shrugged.

"So?" Everything froze. It was such a simple word but held so much meaning. Oh...

When he realized what he said he just got up and left, not wanting to be questioned anymore.

"I'll be back." Nico said Shadow Traveling away.

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"Oh, hello. What can I help you with?"

"Hi so I'm one of your sons friends and I was wondering when his birthday is?"

"You know my son?"

"Yes?"

"Is-is he okay? Is he safe?"

"Yes, yes, he's safe. He's at Camp."

"Camp?! But what about outside of it?! Does he have somewhere to stay when he gets out?! I..." He admired how much she loved him. Her voice was like applesauce, a little scratchy but mostly smooth and calming.

"Woah hey. It's okay. He's safe. Camp is a year-round place. He has a plan."

"He does?"

"Yes." He assured and she nodded wiping her tears.

"Lo siento, I've just been so worried."

"I completely understand ma'am. But we do only have ten minutes."

"Alright. Now what was the question?"

"When his birthday is."

"It's July, 7th. But why couldn't you ask him?" He told her what happened and she fell to her knees.

"Oh cariño, lo siento mucho. Debería haber estado allí."

"Ms. Valdez, you have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn't help it, people die."

"Oh, lo sé, lo sé. I just... was he at least safe? After I died?"

"Wish I could say yes." He said sadly and she sobbed. He held her.

"But he's safe now. We're taking care of him. I promise." He couldn't imagine being in her shoes. Being dead, hearing that your son is alive after all these years and finding out he hasn't been safe since, in any means.

"And he is such a wonderful guy. He's so funny, and kind, and selfless, and smart." She pulled away to wipe her tears.

"He was always the charmer." She said with a knowing smirk and he blushed.

"You know?"

"The whole underworld knows about you liking boys. I never thought it'd be with my son but if he's your type..." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh! No, we're not a thing. I just... really like him. Ugh..." He said covering his face and she laughed. Loud and unpredictable. Just like Leo.

"Well. I think you should tell him." She suggested and he shrugged. "Maybe one day."

"Gracias. I haven't felt this relaxed in forever. I should really take Emily up for that spa one day." She said and Nico smiled.

"Aye, I apologize. You should probably get back."

"Um... yeah..."

"Before you do, could you tell him something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Tell him it's not his fault. And I love him. More than he could ever know." Nico nodded with a small smile.

"Of course." Then she did something unexpected. She kissed his forehead.

"You're an angel." She disappeared and he stood there in stunned silence before smiling again. Now to talk to Leo.

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[hollow-keys]

I am thinking about this interview with Judd Winick (the guy who made Jason Red Hood and laid the foundation for his entire modern characterization) because it's very telling with regards to the motivations for why Jason was made into a villain.

"I've said this before, but think anyone would agree that Batman is a hard character to write because we've done so much with him already. He's the most psychologically analyzed character in the entire superhero genre. Even when he makes the jump to second media stuff, it's equally about what goes on in his head as it is about his fists. So he's been explored inside and out. For me, Jason represents a whole new avenue of story in the Bat-universe, both as Batman's greatest failure who has come back to haunt him, as well as a character that is interesting to explore as an individual."

To me, this is him saying that the decision to bring Jason back as a villain was primarily to serve as a good antagonist for Bruce and keep Bruce's story fresh rather than being for Jason. Exploring this new Jason as a character in his own right was a secondary motivation. Winick's character decisions are not rooted in what best serves Jason and what makes sense for him, it's to serve Bruce.

"Yes, Jason sees what he's doing as making himself into a better Batman, the Batman that the world actually needs today.

But some of that is just Jason fooling himself. The truth is, all of it is based in the fact that Jason is just damaged and tortured and angry with Bruce. And this is a constant revenge upon him."

So, the justification for Jason being a villain is that he's traumatised. It should go without saying, but saying "this guy is evil and broken because trauma, you should write him off because trauma" is not a good way to write survivors.

"So do I understand him? I don't know. It's a scary thought that someone would have an affinity with someone who is as messed up as Jason. I do think he's wrong. I don't think he's going about justice the right way. Maybe I'm able to get inside his head a little, but thankfully he hasn't started rooting around in mine."

Winick not only views Jason as a villain but as one no one should have affinity with. He's not meant to be relatable, as above you're meant to write him off. There's no room for the idea he might have a point.

It reminds me of the leftist villain trope where they don't actually care about equality, they're just jealous or they do care but they go too far so you shouldn't listen to them.

"I also like the fact that Jason's actions aren't black and white. Sometimes he functions in that gray area, and it gives you the license to be somewhat hypocritical, because he is. I used to do that with Oliver Queen in Green Arrow, and people would go crazy, because I thought it was interesting to explore that sometimes he's a bit of a hypocrite. I find that likable about the character. And in Jason's case, he professes that he's trying to be a better Batman and he's trying to rid the world of evil, but then he's also just trying to stick it to Batman. It's very much a man-child thing going on."

If by "go crazy" you mean "hated it" then yeah, you're right. A lot of Green Arrow fans do not like Winick's run precisely because he does not understand the character and misrepresents him to make him look worse, like a hypocrite. There's a parallel between how Winick treats Ollie and how he treats Jason because in both cases he's taking pre-established characters and making them look worse because he does not respect them. He writes Jason as having very legitimate grievances with Bruce's ethics and then writes him off as a man-child. He is not approaching him in good faith.

I see Jason being a villain as a choice the writers made not because they thought it was good for the character, but for secondary reasons and then justified by villainising trauma survivors.

This is exactly why I don't take Winick's word as gospel with regards to Red Hood.

And post Winick, DC only seems to create stories where Jason is nothing but an edgy anti-hero divorced from righteous anger or strong ideology and stories where Jason has to change and throw his ideology away so he can be reincorporated back into the Batfamily. It's not great.

But that being said, I do think there's potential for Jason as Red Hood. I don't want it scrapped altogether because I would love to see a Jason who is actually trying to serve victims and help people in bad situations by both destroying what causes harm and constructing alternatives. Jason is a character with a lot of potential that I would like to see realised.

#jason todd #red hood #judd winick #dc comics #meta #📨

[zaceouiswriting]

The good Dad

Character: Bruce Wayne (father), male reader (son)

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Fluff

You've never been more nervous than you are right now. Asking your father to talk was nerve-wracking enough, but sitting in his imposing office? That was something completely different. There are only two reasons anyone would set foot in it. Firstly, to do business with your father. Or secondly, to get yelled at. Which, unfortunately, Dick and Jason had to do many, many times.

For you, however, it was a first. Your hands were sweating, and your left leg was jumping as if you were preparing to break a world record while sitting across from your father, waiting.

Your father hasn't looked at you once. Yet your heart is beating ten times faster than it should be. Even a strange pressure affected your ears, making them unable to hear. The only thing that pops into every corner of your brain is: "What if he's gonna hate me?"

“So!“ 

The sudden, booming voice broke the self-imposed silence in your head. His gaze had lifted from the papers he had been working on, his mouth moving, but you couldn't hear anything else, terrified out of your mind.

"Son?" His voice sounded worried, which somehow had a calming effect on you.

"Y-Yes?" Your voice cracked with nervousness.

"Why did you have to talk to me?"

He didn't mention his busy schedule as he does with your brothers - to make them hurry - which made you smile inwardly as they always whine that you're the favorite, even if you don't see it that way.

"Uh-I-I..." When you tried to say it, you panicked again. Your eyes widened and even winced slightly as you imagined what might happen if you actually admitted what you were there for.

Your father rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Calm down. It can't be that bad."

"I fell in love," you suddenly blurted out. As soon as you understood what you were saying, you clasped your hands over your mouth and immediately looked away.

The older man looked at you confused and even tilted his head slightly. His two hands now lay relaxed on the table. He was worried because you've never been so nervous, especially in front of him.

"So? What's the problem? And why are you telling me this? It's not like I thought you'd never fall in love. Rest assured that I'll support you with whoever you want to be together because-"

"It's Conner. We've been doing so much together lately and-"

Without batting an eyelid, your father's calm, cheerful demeanor soured, "Absolutely not!"

Suddenly a silence fell over you both. Finally, you looked up again and stared at your father in shock. He gazed at you in disappointment, even slightly angry.

"But you just said you'd support-"

"Everyone except the Clark boy! He's bad news and would only break your heart!"

You were shocked. Conner was so sweet and caring. How could your dad even think he would do something like that?

“But Dad!“

"No buts, young man! I would care less if you wanted to be with one of your brothers!"

"First of all: Eww. Second, why? What has he ever done?“

Your father banged his hands on the table in anger. "I said no! Everyone except that boy!" He screamed. "I'll buy you the perfect boy if you want, but I won't let you date the Clark boy! Does he even know about your feelings?"

A bright red blush began to glow on your cheeks. Your father had brought up a subject that was uncomfortable for you. Even though Conner was touchy and slightly lewd, neither of you had said or done anything in particular.

Seeing the sudden sadness in your eyes, your father sighed heavily, got up from his office chair, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge right before you. He carefully lifted your head with one of his hands. "I mean it. You can be with whoever you want: I don't care if it's a boy, his age, or his ethnicity. Everyone except the Clark boy and, by extension, Clark himself."

"Why Dad? Dick and Jason never had restrictions like that!” you blurted out, getting angry yourself.

But your father just sighed. "Because they didn't want to get into the pants of people who weren't good enough for them."

"But Conner is a hard worker. Yes, he still has a lot to learn, but-"

"Little sprout!" he said sternly, silencing you immediately. "I'm just warning you this once. Don't even try to get together with Conner, do you understand?"

Defeated, you suddenly stood up. Forcing your father's hand off of you. "I understand," you mumble sadly.

"That's my good boy!" Your father said happily, pulling you into an unwanted hug. Out of nowhere, he put a kiss on your temple. "You will find someone far better, little sprout. Someone who truly deserves you!"

When he let go of you, your heart was pounding in your throat. It hurt like never before. Your father was always relatively distant. That he was like that made you wonder if it was still your father. What was refuted in the second moment, he sat behind his desk again. He ignores everything that happens around him, as he always does.

You left the room in silence, not wanting to disturb him again. With tears in his eyes, barely able to hold back the sobs, dangerously close to breaking free.

[Masterlist]

#bruce wayne #dc #male reader #fluff #father #son

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Alternate pt.3

Warnings: mentions Jason's creepy encounter, mentions him literally being a murderer,

This is a really short chapter, the next chapter will be far more eventful than this one.

Series Masterlist

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You decided not to bring up what happened the night before, how when you stepped into your room, Jason Todd was waiting for you. It was creepy. The way he knew who you were, where to find you... playing with your hair? It was all weird.

Apparently. It didn't go unnoticed by those around you. Tim, who you sat next to at breakfast, had leaned over into your ear to ask if you were alright. You snapped out of your trance and gave him a big smile, telling him you were fine.

After breakfast, you rushed to Bruce, hoping to get some answers from him. He was going down to the batcave and gladly let you join.

"So, I have some questions." You told him, looking down at your feet as you walked.

"Ask away." He smiled, trying to ease your uncomfortable feelings out.

"Is Jason a psycho in this universe?" You asked, finally looking up at him. "Or is he normal, well as normal as he can be as a killer?"

Bruce was taken aback. Why were you asking about Jason? His son that he hasn't talked to in months.

"I would say he's normal, er, minus being a killer." He replied. "Why?"

You thought about if you should tell the truth or not. On one hand, Bruce had offered to keep you safe, yet the Red Hood had crawled through your window without you knowing it.

"He was in my room last night." You whispered, looking away from Bruce.

"What?" The older man stopped in his tracks, staring at you.

"Yeah, he was in there, and he knew who I was." You informed, eyebrows furrowing from anxiousness. Bruce started walking again, only this time he was going in a different direction. You ran to catch up with him, wondering what was going on. He had told you to stay in the dining room and to sit down in the chair you've sat in for the past two days. One by one, you watched as all of the residents in Wayne Manor huddled into the dining room, even Alfred. Bruce had come back moments later, an annoyed Damian at his side.

"What's wrong, Father?" Damian asked, sitting down in a chair.

"Yeah Bruce, what's wrong?" Dick was now questioning.

Bruce pinched the top of his nose and let out a sigh, "Who here has talked to Jason?" He demanded. Everyone looked around and shook their heads.

"Shit." Was all Bruce said before rushing out of the room.

"What was that about?" Stephanie asked, already looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me?" You questioned, and now everyone was looking at you. You let out a sigh before answering. "He was in my room last night...and he knew my name."

A collective "WHAT?!" was yelled.

"I don't know guys, okay?"

"He hasn't talked to anyone here in months." Dick informed, looking around at his family then at you.

"How does he know, Is the question." Rachel spoke, lightly chewing at her thumb. "Is there anyone you know that he could get this information from?"

"He's a crime lord and knows a ton of heroes and villains." You sighed, "How should I know?"

"Perhaps he's going over Bruce's calls again." Tim whispered, "he's done it before."

"Father hasn't said a thing to anyone." Damian finally spoke.

"He called me." Dick told his younger brother. "I mean, it's no big deal." He nervously laughed. "He won't do anything."

Everyone in the room turned to look at Alfred, "Have Jason and Bruce fought?" Stephanie asked the older man.

"Not to my knowledge." Alfred said.

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Dick smiled at you as he slapped a hand onto your shoulder.

"He's been listening to my calls again!"

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[chibinightowl]

Tim tells himself he won't do it again. The first few times were accidents and definitely not done on purpose (those were the more recent incidents). It's just--Jason is so nice to him and always shows him how to do basic repairs, things that his dad never showed him how to do when he even bothered to stay at home.

It has absolutely nothing to do with how hot and muscled and downright delicious looking his handyman is. (It has everything to do with it, who is he trying to kid here?)

He manages to wait another day before climbing onto his patio roof and shoving a tennis ball into the gutter pipe. There are kids next door who throw slobbery tennis balls for their gigantic dog all the time. Tim's found plenty of them in his yard, so it's a valid excuse. Of course, he has to do all of this while it's pouring rain outside, because why else would he notice the problem in the first place?

When Tim answers the door to Jason a day later, he's running a slight fever and is feeling more than slightly pathetic for having caught a cold due to his efforts.

"Hey, Tim!" Jason greets him brightly, looking all handsome and rugged in his jeans and red t-shirt. He doesn't have his tool belt on yet, which is a shame since it frames his ass so nicely. "Wow, you look like crap."

Tim wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He's run out of tissues and his grocery order hasn't arrived yet. "Feel like it too," he sniffs.

Jason shakes his head and reaches out to ruffle Tim's hair. He does it often and Tim has to force himself not to lean into it. He fails today and moans softly at the touch, which Jason apparently misinterprets.

"Maybe you should go lie down. When was the last time you drank anything?" he asks, taking hold of Tim's arm and guiding him to the living room where there's a nest of blankets on the couch already.

"Umm..."

"Right. Sit, and I'll be right back."

At this point, Jason probably knows the kitchen better than Tim does, what with all the repairs he's done in there over the last three months. It's nice to have someone fussing over him, which is a silver lining Tim didn't expect. Not that it'll last for long. Jason has to leave at some point here soon.

"Here, drink this."

Tim looks up blearily to a steaming cup of something that isn't coffee. "Huh?"

"It's some cold and flu medicine. I had it out in my truck."

Tim didn't even notice him step outside. Wow.

Jason hands over the mug and makes sure he has a good grasp on it before letting go. "I'm gonna go check your gutter. I want this at least halfway gone by the time I come back."

"Okay," Tim manages weakly.

He does his best and is even more sleepy when Jason returns a short time later.

"I found your problem."

Tim blinks at the bright tennis ball being held up to his face. "Oh."

Jason chuckles and takes a seat on the coffee table, knees spread wide as he leans in. "You know, there are easier ways to ask me out than shoving tennis balls down your drain."

It takes a minute for Tim's fever-addled brain to catch up. When it does, he blushes so hard it's hard to tell if he's red from embarrassment or the fever. "I'm sorry," he mutters and tries to hide under his blankets.

Jason catches his hand and the mug before it spills all over. "Don't be," he says as he sets the mug aside. He doesn't let go of Tim's hand. "I think it's kinda cute. And so are you."

Tim's ears light up this time and any words he tries to form are lost under a cough he barely manages to cover with his other hand. "Sorry."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm healthier than a horse." Jason squeezes his hand gently and lets go. "When you're feeling better, give me a call. We can go out for coffee or something."

Tim smiles and privately vows to add more vitamin C and zinc and whatever else he needs to get better faster. "I'd like that."

"I do too."

#chibinightowl writes #jaytim #writing instead of working #system updates yay? #handyman AU

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: To the creator of the gifset I will never thank you enough -Danny Words: 2,241 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'The Wreck of Our Hearts' -by Sleeping Wolf

XXXVI: There's a HORSE Loose in the HOSPITAL

"So what's Frank's color? Does it match Hazel's?" Leo follows her around while Ara secures the ballistae. "Is he bright pink?"

"They're lavender, not pink," she has a vague smile on while she explains, not minding his interrogatory. "Percy and Annabeth are scarlet."

"What's ours?" He stands in her way. "You never told me."

Ara moves him out of the way and continues her chore. "It's golden."

His body lights up instantly. "Golden looks great on you! Do I look good?"

Ara laughs. "You could see it for yourself, you know?" 

"What? For real?" He gets excited. "How?"

"Light yourself on fire, it won't be that different."

"Funny. Seriously, I bet we all look god-like in your eyes," Leo's smile dies. "Do gods have soul lights?"

Ara's never thought of that before. "I don't know, they glow all the time regardless of how they feel. I don't even know if gods have souls, they're entities, right? Their bodies aren't vessels, just a form they take."

Leo hums, tinkering with the object he's been making since the night prior. "What about Chiron? And the nymphs and—"

"Mythical creatures don't have soul lights. I don't know why," she frowns. "They experience life differently."

"Can't wait to tell Jason you can see when he's horny," he snickers.

"Ew!" Ara makes a face. "First of all, I don't see sexual attraction, if anything, I only see when he's fawning over Piper."

"Same thing," Leo rolls his eyes. "If you're in love you want the person in every way."

Ara tries not to think of what that implies about his relationship with her. "There are people that don't feel romantic attraction—Or aren't interested in sexual stuff. Soul lights tell you about a person's interests, and what they love most in the world. In other words—"

"Weaknesses. You called them that, I think that's not accurate, but whatever," Leo leans against the ballista smiling at her adoringly. "I still love you even when you're wrong."

Ara stares at him with amusement and annoyance. He treats their situation like it makes him the luckiest guy in the world, which is insane. Leo jokes about being crazy, and she jokes about it too, but there are limits to how delulu you can pretend to be before it gets dangerous.

She hasn't been able to forget the way he freaked out at first, and she wants to ask him if he also conveniently forgot that thing about being an ill match after knowing about their soul lights, or if he's pretending to be happy for her sake.

"Done," Ara sighs, patting the ballista.

"Why are you securing them?" The boy asks. "They don't need maintenance."

"So they don't go off if we crash against them."

Leo frowns. "Crash?"

Ara whistles and Nico jumps from the topmast, landing next to her quietly and swiftly. The girl turns Almighty into a sword. "It's normal to lose your footing while training."

Leo steps back in alarm, eyes widening and darting between Nico and her. "You're training here? Near my valuables?"

Nico snorts. "I can't fight Ara, we can't afford to lose any limbs at the moment."

The girl tosses the sword at Leo and he catches it on instinct. "You got this, Firecracker." 

Nico unsheathes his sword and Leo looks over his shoulder nervously, eyes on the stairs. Ara clicks her tongue. 

"You can't outrun us and you know it. C'mon, stand your ground!"

"I don't like swords!" He complains. "And why are you teaming up all of a sudden?"

"He's doing me a favor."

"I think it'll be funny to watch you panic until you get it right," Nico admits with a smirk.

"Hazel!" Leo shouts. "Zhang!"

Ara raises a brow. "Both of them want you to train as much as I do. And Frank won't save you."

"For all the wrong reasons," Nico nods. 

Leo tries to appeal to her by being cute. "Doll, c'mon, I forge you weapons—"

"Oh, right!" Ara presses the hair tie around her wrist and once it becomes a shield she tosses it to Leo, who struggles to catch it now that he's holding her sword. "Now you're ready!"

"Where did you get that?" Nico eyes the shield with interest.

"Leo made it! It was my birthday present."

"I can make one to match your killer aesthetic, man," Leo offers. "Just put the blade of eternal damnation down..."

Nico ponders, worrying Ara for a second, then he shakes his head and lifts his sword slashing the air. "Nah."

He vaults at Leo, and the boy yelps and jumps out of his way, his dark curls burst into flames. "Jason, help!"

"No one's going to help you!" Ara raises her voice. "We all want you to get better! Who knows what my prophecy could bring? You want to help, right?"

He glares at her while Nico corners him against the mast. "Not fair, Ara!"

She shrugs, not even remotely sorry. "Neither is the curse."

Nico tries to hit Leo's head with the butt of his sword and Leo dodges him, but Nico trips him and Leo falls, dropping the shield and her sword.

"Fast reflexes, weak stance," Nico lowers his sword and offers a hand to pick him up.

"Fine," Leo makes a face, taking Nico's hand and getting up. He picks up the sword and the shield. "Just stay away from my fingers, I need them."

"Make sure I don't get close then," Nico replies, jabbing at him effortlessly.

Leo does his best to stop him with Ara's shield and strikes back, though poorly. It makes her proud anyway, he's trying and it brings her hope.

When Jason almost falls to his death while handling a hoard of Venti, he asks them to hold a meeting. He recounts his vision of Lily, Grover, and Rachel talking to Octavian and Reyna about the note Annabeth sent them.

"She's alive," Leo's arms are covered in the cuts he got during training. He's in no pain, Ara mended each wound with special care, and the boy loved every second of it. "Thank the gods and pass the hot sauce."

"What does that mean?" Frank makes a face.

"It means pass the hot sauce, Zhang. I'm still hungry." Leo rolls his eyes, shirt full of crumbs.

"I can't believe Reyna would try to find us," Frank continues, handing over the bottle to Leo. "It's taboo, coming to the ancient lands. She'll be stripped of her praetorship."

"If she lives," Hazel adds. "It was hard enough for us to make it this far with seven demigods, the daughter of Olympus, and a warship."

"And me." Hedge says proudly. "Don't forget, cupcake, you got the satyr advantage."

"How's Lily?" Ara asks.

Jason gives her a look. "She was close to stabbing Octavian, but Rachel kept her at a proper distance—apart from that she looks okay."

Ara watches Leo and cleans the corner of his lips with her thumb. "Lily hates being in charge..." she sighs heavily. "I've failed her."

"C'mon, Ara, you're doing all you can," Piper soothes her.

"It's not enough!" She complains. Leo clears his throat and Ara corrects herself. "Lily can't work like that, the closer she is to the action, the harder it is to see the whole picture. Reyna will have it worse, though, Romans work in teams exclusively and to be forced to travel alone..."

"Crossing the Atlantic is a hard journey, no doubt," Jason agrees. "But I'd never bet against Reyna. If anyone can make it, she will."

"Well, I'd love to see Reyna again," Piper says politely. "But how is she supposed to find us?"

"Can't you just send her an Iris-message?" Frank suggests.

"They're not working very well," Hedge sighs. "Horrible reception. Every night, I swear, I could kick that rainbow goddess..."

Everyone falls silent. Leo's voice turns playful. "Coach? Who have you been calling every night, you old goat?"

"No one! Nothing! I just meant—"

"He means we've already tried," Hazel interrupts him. Ara remembers Coach used to have a girlfriend back home, a nymph they met during their first quest. "Some magic is interfering... maybe Gaea. Contacting the Romans is even harder. I think they're shielding themselves."

"I don't suppose Reyna has a cell phone...? Nah. Never mind. She'd probably have bad reception on a pegasus flying over the Atlantic." Frank grumbles.

"She'll find us," Jason assures them. "She mentioned something in the dream—she's expecting me to go to a certain place on our way to the House of Hades. I—I'd forgotten about it, actually, but she's right. It's a place I need to visit."

"And where is this place?" Piper asks.

Jason's soul light suddenly flashes across the table, a dark blue that envelops his body and grows in intensity the more he looks at Piper. "A... uh, a town called Split."

Ara elbows Leo discretely but with urgency, he looks up in confusion and she gestures at Jason, a look of amusement on her face as she does. Leo watches the blond boy for a moment and snorts, understanding what she's exposing.

"Um, yeah." Jason blinks, trying to gather his thoughts. "In fact, we should be getting close. Leo?"

Leo nods with a shit-eating grin still on his face, then he presses the intercom. "How's it going up there, buddy?" Festus responds with a couple of clicks. "He says maybe ten minutes to the harbor—Though I still don't get why you want to go to Croatia, especially a town called Split. I mean, you name your city Split, you gotta figure it's a warning to, you know, split. Kind of like naming your city Get Out!"

"It could be called Care Bear Island and I would still not feel safe," she brushes the crumbs off his shirt. "And slow down with the chips, dude, look at yourself..."

"Wait," Hazel frowns. "Why are we going to Croatia?"

"Well, technically we've been in Croatian territory for the past day or so," Leo leans closer to Ara while she fixes his appearance. "All that coastline we've been sailing past is it, but I guess back in the Roman times it was called... what'd you say, Jason? Bodacious?"

"Dalmatia," Nico corrects him and Jason gives a start. Ara has a hard time not laughing and Nico tries just as hard not to make eye contact with her. "Croatia used to be Dalmatia, a major Roman province. You want to visit Diocletian's Palace, don't you?"

"Whose palace?" Hedge asks with alarm. "And is Dalmatia where those Dalmatian dogs come from? That 101 Dalmatians movie—I still have nightmares."

"Why would you have nightmares about that?" Frank questions.

"Nico is right," Jason interrupts before Hedge can respond. "I need to go to Diocletian's Palace. It's where Reyna will go first, because she knows I would go there."

"And why would Reyna think that? Because you've always had a mad fascination with Croatian culture?" Piper questions.

"Reyna and I used to talk about Diocletian," he explains. "We both kind of idolized the guy as a leader. We talked about how we'd like to visit Diocletian's Palace. Of course we knew that was impossible. No one could travel to the ancient lands. But still, we made this pact that if we ever did, that's where we'd go."

"Diocletian..." Leo tilts his head. "I got nothing. Why was he so important?"

"He was the last great pagan emperor!" Frank exclaims.

"Why am I not surprised you know that, Zhang?"

"Why wouldn't I? He was the last one who worshipped the Olympian gods, before Constantine came along and adopted Christianity."

"I remember something about that," Hazel ponders. "The nuns at St. Agnes taught us that Diocletian was a huge villain, right along with Nero and Caligula." She scowls at Jason. "Why would you idolize him?"

"He wasn't a total villain," Jason replies. "Yeah, he persecuted Christians, but otherwise he was a good ruler. He worked his way up from nothing by joining the legion. His parents were former slaves... or at least his mom was. Demigods know he was a son of Jupiter—the last demigod to rule Rome. He was also the first emperor ever to retire, like, peacefully, and give up his power. He was from Dalmatia, so he moved back there and built a retirement palace. The town of Split grew up around..."

Jason's gaze locks on Leo, who's pretending to write on his palm. "Go on, Professor Grace! I wanna get an A on the test."

"Shut up, Leo."

Ara laughs and Leo smiles at her reaction proudly, dragging his chair closer to her. He has been flirting at every opportunity and in front of everyone like he hasn't done in months, and she can tell he's overdoing it to make her forget their problem. She tries to resist it, but as usual, it's no use.

Piper brings them back to the subject. "So why is Diocletian's Palace so special?"

Nico grabs a grape and pops it in his mouth. "It's said to be haunted by the ghost of Diocletian."

"Who was a son of Jupiter, like me," Jason nods. "His tomb was destroyed centuries ago, but Reyna and I used to wonder if we could find Diocletian's ghost and ask where he was buried... well, according to the legends, his scepter was buried with him."

Nico smiles slightly. "Ah... that legend."

"What legend?" Hazel questions.

"Supposedly Diocletian's scepter could summon the ghosts of the Roman legions, any of them who worshipped the old gods."

"Okay, now I'm interested," Leo whistles lowly, his eyebrows raised. "Be nice to have a booty-kicking army of pagan zombies on our side when we enter the House of Hades."

"Not sure I would've put it that way," Jason sighs, "but yeah."

"We don't have much time," Frank reminds them. "It's already July ninth. We have to get to Epirus, close the Doors of Death—"

"Which are guarded," Hazel points out, "by a smoky giant and a sorceress who wants... Well, I'm not sure. But according to Pluto, she plans to 'rebuild her domain.' Whatever that means, it's bad enough that my dad felt like warning me personally."

"And if we survive all that, we still have to find out where the giants are waking Gaea and get there before the first of August," Frank groans. "Besides, the longer Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus—"

"I know," Jason eases him. "We won't take long in Split. But looking for the scepter is worth a try. While we're at the palace, I can leave a message for Reyna, letting her know the route we're taking for Epirus."

"The scepter of Diocletian could make a huge difference," Nico concedes. "You'll need my help."

"Hey, sounds fun," Piper tries to step in. "I'll go, too."

"You can't, Piper," Nico reasons. "It should only be Jason and me. Diocletian's ghost might appear for a son of Jupiter, but any other demigods would most likely... ah, spook him. And I'm the only one who can talk to his spirit. Even Hazel won't be able to do that."

Something scalding pokes Ara in the back, like the red-hot pointy end of a spear, and she bolts forward. Her palms slam down on the table and everyone looks at her.

"Ara?" Hazel eyes her with concern. "All good?"

There is a presence in the room, and it wants her to join Jason and Nico. "I'm going with the boys."

Nico frowns. "Ara, I just said—"

"I know," the presence isn't talking but it feels like it's pushing down on, bending her back. "I'm not saying I'm a modern version of the Emperors but I'm the daughter of Olympus, so—"

"You're the leader of both camps," Jason finishes for her, understanding her point right away. "Greeks and Romans answer to you, yeah I see what you mean."

"So far that hasn't helped much," Nico mentions.

Ara glares at him."I think I hear hooves."

His face shifts, that's what they used to say to let each other know they were being heard. Usually, the code was used while talking about Connor and Lily, and the hooves referred to satyrs and nymphs, they like gossip a bit too much. Or Chiron, so they could run away before he could catch them in one of their childish competitions.

Festus rings the ship's bell and speaks through the loudspeaker in his usual machine language, distracting everyone from the weird stuff Ara just said.

"We've arrived," Leo announces. "Time to Split."

Frank makes a noise of annoyance and looks at Ara. "Can we leave Valdez in Croatia?"

"No," she smiles, getting up from her seat.

"'Cause you can't live without me?" Leo catches her wrist before she can go away and kisses her hand.

"You already know the answer."

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[morgansunflower]

How the Batfamily found out Damian is dating Dick and Barbara's adopted daughter.

Warnings: suggestive content..

Words:1478

Arthur's notes: heavily inspired by Friends! Third, P. O. V

How it happened..

The door opened "I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY WHOO!!!" Garfield yelled

Damian threatens him "get out before I throw my knife at you!"

Gar quickly shuts the door. Damian sits with his back against the wall with the blanket rested from his waist down.

"do you think he noticed me?" Y/N asked peeping her head covering her bare chest with the blanket.

"no, he's far too into oblivion"

"good... so... Never done that with you.."

"you were.. Outstanding"

"really?"

He holds her beautiful face in his hands with a soft smile on his lips. He finally had all he wanted. His best friend who he fell in love with was finally with him. They formed a beautiful bond that intertwined them. She never expected Damian to fall in love with her. She had her true love within her grasp. She was scared to wake up and realized it was all a blissful dream. He was kind, gentle but rugged. Her Dad is going to kill them. He still forgets how much they've grown. Damian gently rubbed his thumb against her face. Three words seemed perfect for the moment but they refused to come forth.

How Alfred found out...

Alfred has known since the phone call he received from the hotel that a eyelash curler was left in his room and then his granddaughter asked Stephanie if she could borrow hers. The poor old man nearly had a heart attack.

how Stephanie & Jason found out the other knows

"hey uh Jason, do remember that big thing I was gonna tell you about?" Stephanie asked Jason looking down at, him as he sat on the chair.

His eyes went completely wide and his face angered "no! No! No! No! I cannot deal with anymore fucking secrets!"

Stephanie slaps his hand "oh stop it! I'm not going to tell but if you found out on your own... That would be OK and then we could talk about it, right?"

Jason stammered ".. well then it wouldn't be a secret so that would be OK yeah yeah..." he nodded in agreement.

Stephanie tries to be smooth "yeah.. it'd be great if I go ask Y/N to go out on girls night.

Jason scoffed "tonight? Don't you girls hang out all the time?

.. Heavy awkward silence..

Jason looks up to Steph "do you know something?"

"do you know something?" she asked him

Jason looked at her, hoping "I might know something"

Stephanie looked down at him "I might know something"

"what's the thing you know?" he asked, surely she doesn't know Damian would die if she did know.

Stephanie shakes her head "oh I can't tell you and you tell me what you know"

Jason rolls his eyes "well I can't tell you what I know"

Stephanie sighs "well then I can't tell you what know"

Jason scoffs dramatically "ok fine"

She sits on the chair.....Silence....

Jason looks at her. Absolutely not "you don't know.."

Stephanie as officially had enough raised to her feet to storm off while saying "I am gonna go walk into Damian's room and I will see the thing that I think I know!

Jason jumps out of his chair gasping "Holy SHIT!! YOU KNOW!!!!"

Stephanie gasps "and you know!! Y/N and Damian!!"

Jason grabs her arms "holy shit Steph I've been waiting for this to come out for weeks!"

Stephanie imitated a explosion "this is SO unbelievable!"

Jason takes a deep breath "Dick is going to flip his shit when he knows... Wait do they know that you know?"

How Bruce found out from his beloved.

"have you noticed our son's behavior differing over the last few passing weeks?" Bruce asked his beloved placing her hands on his shoulders.

"you truly don't know?" Talia asked taken aback

"know what Talia?! Is he alright?" Bruce demanded with his voice greatly worried.

Talia's lips formed a smile in much amusement, that turned into a soft laughter "he's in love with Y/N. He hasn't told me, though a mother, knows her son"

How Barbara aka Y/N's adopted mother found out.

She discovered a change in her daughter's mood. She had known her for many years and had she had been under the Grayson name for 6 years. So when she came home from Garfield and Rachel's wedding.. She knew her little girl was in love. She was happy for her but then greatly shocked when Damian had been.. Smiling more.

How Cassandra found out...

Beforehand she was utterly annoyed with the denial of feelings between Damian and Y/N. Though when they came back. She could sense the pheromones radiating from them. She wanted to congratulate and hug them. Her favorite ship was finally together.

How Duke and Tim found out

"what are you doing?" Duke asked Tim who was looking out the window at Y/N

He takes a deep swig of coffee "investigating"

Duke looks out the window at Y/N waving goodbye with a, rose in her, hand. He sees her blow a kiss. Tim silently cursed.

"uhh who was that for and where did she get the rose...." Duke looks out the window down to the outer walkway to see his little brother with a smirk. He finally connected the dots "AHHHH!! Nooooo! My EYES"

"I'm spiking my coffee" Tim said defeated

How Dick aka Y/N's adopted Dad found out.

Stephanie hears the entrance door to Damian apartment open. She runs up to the door to see, her little brother.

"Dami!!" her voice relieved. Steph hits him hardly on the chest "where the hell have you been?!"

"tt I was out..... "

Dick scoffs "oh out I can't believe we didn't think to look there!"

Damian glared to them "you all realize you're all intruding in my apartment"

Jason rolled his eyes "where the hell were you?"

Cassandra already knows just where he was but no one knows what the others know at, least most of them.

"why does me enjoying my time out affect all of you? I'm 23 not 12"

Dick folded his arms with his dad glare on his face "uh when you won't answer your phone. You were out where"

Damian's temper begins to boil "dammit will all of you leave me alone.. I just went to the bar and then walked here!"

Duke gasped smiling snapping his fingers with a, wide smile. He was going to dig him a hole "you hooked up with someone!"

Damian grunted precisely like his father "I did not!!"

Stephanie joyfully says "YOU TOTALLY DID!! Aww I'm so proud!" he made Y/N so happy.

The door opens to see Dick's adopted daughter for six years..

"hey Dami you forgot your jacket--" Y/N blushing hardly and panicking inside "hi guys.. Hey dad"

Dick was utterly offended his little girl was in back in town and didn't tell him "since when have you been back in town missy?!!"

Dick then passes out figuring out where she were and who she was with. Dick came to sitting on the couch, when he hears his voice being called. He opens his eyes to Y/N sitting beside him.

Dick takes a deep breath preparing his lecture "this is not going on any longer!! This friends with benefits shit is over!!!" he demanded

"Dad I'm an adult. I'm not going to stop seeing him" she yelled to him greatly angered at his orders.

"yes you are" he touches her shoulders he didn't want her to get hurt or to hurt her "Y/N you're my daughter and Damian.. He is my best friend.. I don't want to see you two get hurt. I can't. You have to stop seeing each other!"

Everyone could somewhat agree expect for Damian and Y/N. She couldn't lose him when she finally had him. He couldn't let go of her.

"I cannot Grayson.." Damian spoke up warming Y/N's heart.

"Damian I'm not having this conversation with you!" Dick ordered

"she is not a trollop to satisfy my needs! I am in love with her!" Damian shouted out admitting his deep feelings.

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. She looks to Damian ignoring Stephanie's gasp in astonishment, Cassandra's genuine smile, Jason having a half smile and her, Dad's shocked expression. She raises to her feet and walks to Damian. She feels her throat shaking as she was about to cry. He loved her.

"I love you too Damian"

They both kiss as her arm's snake around his neck. Damian wrapped his arms around her. Damian looks seeing Grayson with a soft expression. He didn't want him to find out this way. He really was his best friend. Grayson takes a deep breath. They were in love, and they were happy. He couldn't end that. Not when he cared about both of them so much.

#older! damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #Batfamily #Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon #Their readers adopted parents #Batfamily shocked #Friends #Humor #Love Confessions #Suggestive content #Loving Batfamily #Shocked Batfamily #Inspired by Friends #Garfield X Raven

[damianbugs]

tell me more about I could run before I could walk 👁

timetravel au ! where tim meets robin jason who's been transported to the future.

i find tims relationship with all the robins really fascinating, but his dynamic with jason is one i. actively avoid. i think it gets oversimplified and fanonised the most which is really disappointing, since its a really haunting sort of relationship, if there even is one to begin with.

this is more of a tim character study than anything, with jasons robin acting as the building point for his introspection. it's not a Happy fic, but in the end, tim and jason (in the present) have an important conversation and reconcile some of their issues with one another!

my notes for this fic plan included "mourning a ghost you don't even know" and "guilt for hating something someone hasn't done yet" and "robin jason should say jeeze louise at least once" lol

#saki wips

[strawberrrier]

Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

Death, loss, grief, trauma. Fem reader, she/her

Chapter One

"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family."

Wayne's

"I take it the patrol went well," Alfred says, as he continues to set up the table, side glancing everyone as they sit on their chairs, looking clean and not single scratch on them.

"Boring, you mean." Jason huffs. Bruce cleared his throat at this, he would say that.

"Just as it has been these past few days...some muggers, bank robbers, car theft. It's rather...quiet." Damian cautiously says, all of them agreeing except Alfred and Bruce, unfazed they were by the sentiment. Used to how the natural things are in Gotham.

Dinner started and they went on with their usual night.

The manor was now sleeping, well of course, except for Tim, Damian, Cassandra, probably Stephanie. But Alfred was still fixing himself up to go to be, all from after cleaning the kitchen and tending to whatever they need. As he got out from his bathroom, freshly showered. The telephone on his table, rang. He picked up the phone and spoke, 'Good evening, who am I speaking to?" On the table, there were a picture of his parents, another frame was Bruce and him along with his children. The last frame beside it was a picture of his friend and a little girl.

"Alfred, it's me, Y/N." The voice of someone he hasn't heard for a long time, surprised him.

"Y/N?" He questions, a bit shocked and confused.

"Yes, yes, it's me" She chuckles, although Alfred noticed that her voice sounds a bit off.

"I'm sorry to call so suddenly," She started.

"Don't be, my dear, you know you can always call me anytime. Is everything alright? How is your mother?" Alfred asks, fear starting to arise in him as he puzzles everything. Late at night, she calls suddenly, her sounding distraught.

"Alfred," she breathes, deep long breathes could be heard at the end of his line. "She...she got mugged, three men on drugs." She paused. Alfred has always felt the feeling of his heart dropped every time something bad happened to his people, he could never be used to it, but now it felt like it was the first time again. "They stabbed her, before she got taken to a hospital, she was already gone."

Every words heavy from how she said it and quiet. Alfred lost his composure, putting his hand on his forehead as he knelt down, disbelief all over him. Words couldn't be formed. So he stayed like that, processing the dreadful news, he struggled to. Alfred has always been the wisest and prepared to what to say in trying times but right now, he was lost. But he needed to be there.

"How is everything? How are you?" He asks, trying to collect his breath.

"It happened last night, I've only called you now as I was busy too much fixing all whatever needs to be done. Her attackers have already been arrested as they left one of their pouch with drugs in it and one of their fingerprints. Her friends have helped me with everything. The funeral is in two days-"

"My dear...how are you?" Alfred asks again, not wanting to hear more of it. She manages to laugh a little, getting his tone.

"Everyone has been here, dreadful but they're here. My mother's friends and mine. I'm trying." She says, Alfred nodded, glad she was not alone. There were a lot unsaid words that needed to be said but both thought it was best left for later .

"I'll be there, my dear, I'll be there" Alfred tells, assuring her. For now, that was everything to be known.

His room was filled with silent cries. Feeling his heart so heavy, as if it was eating itself. Pain took over the night.

The morning he woke up, he chose. To be there for the child of his friend. To not lose himself.

As he was preparing for the day to begin, with him cooking in the kitchen. His mind brought him back to the past. One which where he was young when he met his friend, a friend who'd be so dear to him, who'd be so far from him.

He needed to tell Bruce of the matter, as well something that came to him just now. He knocks the door of Bruce's bedroom and entered himself to find him already awake.

"Good morning, Master Bruce. I'm glad you're already awake. I need to discuss something with you" He tells, closing the door and handing the coffee he made to Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Alfred looked too serious on a fine morning. He thought if he did anything that could put him into trouble. Before he could speak as he sat on his chair, Alfred did, awhile walking to the windows.

"I received a call last night, Y/N, the daughter of my friend, Amelia. Her mother.'' He says, still grasping the reality. "Amelia...has passed away two days ago. She got mugged and stabbed," Alfred trailed. There was anger in him as he thought of it but he didn't show it.

Bruce, shocked, he leaned back on the chair. "How..how are you?" He asks unsurely. Bruce knew of his friend, Alfred had mentioned her a time before, but he knew little yet still know the woman is special to him.

Alfred smiled a little as he remembers the same thing he asked Y/N. "Grieving, I suppose. I'm having trouble grasping it," Alfred replies, telling only the truth.

"And what of her daughter? How is she?"

"She has her friends and the friends of her mother with her. She is only doing good, I hope. The funeral is in two days, I need-"

"We'll go with you, all of us." Bruce cuts him off before he could finish. Alfred nodded, smiling. He hasn't stepped away from the window, still looking outside.

"What is it, Alfred? Tell me, is there anything I could help with?" Bruce asks, sensing there were more for Alfred that he wants to say.

"It's been so long since Amelia and I have seen each other," Alfred says, he chuckles, turning to Bruce. "I have never actually told you about her, haven't I?"

   

Bruce met his tone, agreeing, "No, I remember you only telling me that she's your friend, you met when you were both young, that was it."

Bruce can still remember the fondness in Alfred's face when he was speaking of her, even for only a short moment.

"It was a year, the time we had together before I left England. Such a short time it was but we had the most good times. It was difficult to say goodbye but we did. Years after, we drifted apart, just like that. I still thought of her but I was young, I didn't think much of bonds and connections back then. When I came back there, I wanted to find her, that I did, she had her child then, Y/N. We reconnected, I suppose, as if nothing has changed. When I left it was years after that I came back there again, that was a year now. But time to time, we still talked" Alfred says his story, the fondness that once Bruce saw back then, now on his face again.

"I loved her like a sister." He says softly, Bruce smiled at him, happy that he finally spoke of someone special to him.

Alfred looks at his watch, knowing some of the kids will be up from their beds. "If you follow me, I still have something to talk to you of," he said, walking out of Bruce's room and headed to the kitchen, Bruce following.

"I'll ask boldly, Master Bruce. I haven't been in contact with Y/N for a while but now that her mother is gone, I know she'll be living alone, it has always been Amelia and her living together," Alfred begins as they walk together. Bruce nodded, getting where the conversation gonna go.

"You want her to stay here for a while?" Bruce asks but it was more of a conclusion rather than a question.

"Precisely. It has been quite some time since we've seen each other and she has said before she always wanted to visit me, so-"

"Alfred, it's okay. She can stay here, you both need each other. She'll stay here for as long as you both need." Bruce assures, and they arrived in the kitchen. Bruce thought it was the least he could do for him, after all he knew of the pain of losing someone.

"Thank you," Alfred says as he begins to do what he needed to do for breakfast. "I have yet to talk to her about it but I hope very much so she'll agree...I do miss her." He confessed.

"I'm sure she does too." Bruce patted his shoulder as he sat down on a chair.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you two seemed to have a serious conversation, so I might have heard things more than I should have." Appearing out of nowhere was Damian, looking already cleaned up. He was always one of the few to wake up early.

Bruce rolled his eyes at his son, knowing he did mean to listen to them. "I'm sure you didn't mean to, young master," Sarcasm and tease in Alfred's voice as he starts to prepare Damian's food. Damian tried to hide that he was caught, he tried.

"So, who is this person that's going to stay here?" Damian asked bluntly, Alfred only smiled at his curiosity, he heard Bruce sighed before speaking up.

"And good morning to you too, Damian. We'll all talk about it later when everyone is done with breakfast." That was all Bruce told him and continued to eat, ignoring the frown of his youngest beside him.

One by one they came down to have their breakfast, Tim had to be woken up by Alfred which was followed by a lot of whining and groaning from him. Both the parental figures were glad Jason stayed for the night as he usually doesn't.

It was normal, them bickering back and forth, few yellings, but despite Alfred's usual ritual, they have noticed he was quiet, all except Bruce, of course, sensed there were something wrong. With Damian's mood sour than usual, they all confirmed that there is something going on.

Damian who had enough of his curiosity eating him and noticed all his siblings was done eating, spoke up.

"Now that we're done eating, can you tell us now?" Damian demands as he crossed his arms over him. All their conversations was broken up by this and turned to Damian.

"Tell us what?" Dick asks his younger brother, his eyes followed Damian's which was on Bruce, the others did too.

Bruce sighed again because of his youngest as he put down the newspaper he was reading. "This is no place to discuss such things but since you needily insists." He eyed Damian and turned to Alfred, looking apologetically at him.

Alfred muttered a small "nonsense" under his breath and prepared himself. "A dear friend of mine, Amelia Y/L/N, she passed away two days ago. She was mugged, unfortunately, she was stabbed too." Alfred maintained his composure but distress was heard in his voice and shown in his face. There were no need to hide this.

And so that's how their morning went, Alfred telling of what needs to be said. Damian felt guilty that he pressed the subject earlier. Seeing their beloved butler, more so their grafather in a sad state, more gentle than he is, they felt little. When Bruce spoke of the possibility of Y/N staying in the manor for a while, they were hesitant of the idea, they stood quiet for a moment, Alfred then opened up more about it to which of them understanding the  situation. Then it was agreed they were to flyto England together.

The night took over again. When they got home from the patrol, Damian ran straight to the kitchen, he found Alfred and jumped to him. Hugging him so suddenly that the plates in Alfred's hand almost fell, confused he was but hugged the boy back. Everyone then followed, Dick was the second, squeezing both of them to Alfred laughing. With all the kids hugging Alfred, Jason was the last as for Bruce, he was by the door, watching them so adoringly.

"We're here, Alfred." Jason speaks, each still in their hold. They all muttered, whispered, nodded to the same thing. Alfred swells at their gesture and comfort.

Dinner was more lively than usual.

In Alfred's room, he dialed Y/N's number, his telephone rang and she answered, "Y/N?"

"Alfred? I was just about to call you." She says, chuckling a little.

He laughs as well, "How are you anyway, my dear?"

"Still the same, trying. You?" She asks back

     

Alfred sighs, sitting down on his bed. "I...I still find it difficult to believe." Ever since Y/N called, the tragedy hasn't left Alfred's mind, it was not as he refused to believe it, he just couldn't take a hold of it.

"A lot of us are. Just one moment, I was cooking with her then the next thing I knew, I was at the hospital bathroom, sobbing....I think it'll always be hard to believe." Y/N speaks.

Nodding to himself, "I suppose it will be."

It was quiet then after as Y/N hesitates to speak again but she did. "I've been thinking, can I stay there in Gotham for a while? It's been a bit long since we've seen each other and I just want to be able to spend some time with you, with my uncle. And I've always wanted to visit Gotham." She finishes, her voice sounding hesitant.

The word uncle, didn't pass by him and heard it clearly, a smile on his face from this. Alfred laughs, confusing

Y/N, "Oh, my dear, we keep thinking the same thing. That is why I actually called, to talk to you about this. I wish for you to stay here, in the Wayne manor. I do want to spend time with you too." He tells.

"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family." She rambles. Sure, she always wanted to go to the infamous house of Wayne's, ever since she found out Alfred was living there, but the actual thought of possibility, intimidated her.

"You wouldn't be a bother, dear, we've talked about it and they agreed. And I would not allow you to stay in an apartment or hotel, it's not usually safe here in Gotham, and they wouldn't either. You'd be welcome here."

She thought about it for a moment. Being in the same roof with a lot of people she didn't know made her uneasy, but then again, this family, Alfred has been living with them for a long time. She knew the Wayne family was bound to Alfred as well. If Alfred insists her, then what was reason for her to deny? It would be rather great for the both of them to be with each other for a while. She needed it and wanted it as well.

"Okay...okay, I will but only if you promise it's really okay and it wouldn't be a problem or what," Y/N worrily says, sounding serious.

Alfred couldn't help but smile again at her fret. Their night ended with them talking of the details of her staying and what they dreaded, the funeral.

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Seeing the Beauty (Piper McLean x Fem!Reader) - Chapter 5

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Jason helps (Y/n) put Piper on the couch while Annabeth rushes down the hall to get a medkit. Piper is still breathing, but she hasn't woken up; (Y/n) wonders if she was in some type of coma.

"She'll be okay, right?" (Y/n) asks Chiron - the camp director - the Centaur.

Chiron stares at her for a moment, and then his eyes soften with a fatherly light. "We'll do our best," he replies. Chiron moves over and puts a hand to Piper's forehead. "Her mind is in a fragile state. Rachel, what happened?"

"I wish I knew," she asks. "As soon as I got to camp, I had a premonition about Hera's cabin. I went inside. Annabeth, Piper, and (Y/n) came in while I was there. We talked, and then - I just blanked out. Annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"A prophecy?" Chiron asks.

"No. The spirit of Delphi comes from within. I know how that feels. This was like long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

Annabeth runs in with a leather pouch. She kneels next to Piper. "Chiron, what happened back there - I've never seen anything like it. I've heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her -"

"To free her from a prison?" Jason guesses.

Annabeth stares at him. "How did you know that?"

Chiron makes a three-fingered gesture over his heart, like a ward against evil.

"Jason, tell them. Annabeth, the medicine bag, please." Chiron trickles drops from a medicine vial into Piper's mouth while Jason explains what had happened when the room froze - the dark misty woman who had claimed to be Jason's patron.

When he is done, no one speaks, which makes him more anxious. "So does this happen often?" he asks. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"Your patron," Annabeth asks. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said patron. She also said my dad had given her my life."

Annabeth frowns. "I've never of heard anything like that before. You said the storm spirit on the skywalk - he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? Could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so," Jason said. "If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice -"

Annabeth turned to Chiron. "Not Kronos. Please tell me it's not that."

(Y/n) feels - once again - as though a spike had been driven between her eyes and a memory comes to the surface:

The bridge to Olympus was dissolving. (Y/n), Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover step out of the elevator onto the white marble walkway and immediately cracks appear at their feet.

"Jump!" Grover yells, which was easy for him - being part mountain goat. He springs to the next slab of stone while their's tilted sickeningly.

"Gods, I hate heights!" Thalia yells as she, Percy, and (Y/n) leap, but Annabeth was in no shape for jumping.

Annabeth stumbles and shouts, "Percy!"

Percy catches her hand as the pavement falls, crumbling into dust. For a second, Percy thinks that Annabeth was going to pull both of them over. Her feet dangled in the open air. Annabeth's hand starts to slip, until Percy is holding her only by her fingers.

Then, Grover, (Y/n), and Thalia grab Percy's legs, and the son of Poesidon finds extra strength. Annabeth was not going to fall.

. . .

A white sheet of smoke pours from the fire, forming images like an Iris-message. (Y/n) sees Nico and her parents down on Fifth Avenue, fighting a hopeless battle, ringed by enemies. In the background, Hades fights from his black chariot, summing wave after wave of undead soldiers from the ground, but the forces of the Titan Lord's army seem just as endless. Meanwhile, Manhattan was being destroyed; morals, now fully awake, were running in terror while cars swerved and crashed.

The scene shifts, and (Y/n) sees something more terrifying.

A column of storm is approaching the Hudson River, moving rapidly over the Jersey shore. Chariots circle it, locked in combat with the creature in the cloud.

The gods attack.

Lightning flashes.

Arrows of gold and silver streak into the cloud like rocket tracers and explode.

Slowly, the cloud rip apart, and (Y/n) sees Typhon clearly for the first time.

She knows as long as she lived - Though it might not be very long, (Y/n) thinks - (Y/n) would never be able to get the image out of her mind. Typhon's head shifts. Every moment, he's a different monster, each more horrible than the last. Looking at his face would have driven her insane, so she focuses on his body, not that it was much better. He's humanoid, but reminds (Y/n) of a meatloaf sandwich that had been in someone's locker all year. He is mottled green, with blisters of buildings and blackened patches from eons of being stuck under a volcano. His hands are human, but with talons like an eagle's, and his legs are scaly and reptilian.

"The Olympians are giving their final effort," Kronos rumbles, laughing. "How pathetic."

Zeus throws a thunderbolt from his chariot; the blast lights up the world. (Y/n) can feel the shock from Olympus, but when the dust clears, Typhon is still standing. He staggers, with a smoking crater on top of his head, but he roars in anger and keeps advancing.

(Y/n) limbs begin to loosen from Kronos's time curse, but Kronos doesn't seem to notice. The Titan is keeping his focus on the fight and his final victory. If I can hold out a few more seconds, and if Dad keeps his word . . .

Typhon steps into the Hudson River, and barely sinks to midcalf.

Now, (Y/n) thinks, imploring the image in the smoke. Please, it has to happen now.

Like a miracle, a conch horn sounds from the smoky picture.

The call of the ocean.

The call of Poesidon.

All around Typhon, the Hudson River erupts, churning with forty-foot waves. Out of the water bursts a new chariot - this one pulled by massive hippocampi, who swim in air as easily as in water. (Y/n)'s father, glowing with a blue aura of power, rides a defiant circle around the giant's legs. Poseidon is no longer an old man. He looks like himself again - tan and strong with a black beard. As he swings his trident, the river responds, making a funnel cloud around the monster.

"No!" Kronos bellows after a moment of stunned silence. "NO!"

"NOW, MY BRETHREN!" Poseidon's voice is so loud (Y/n) isn't sure if she's hearing it from the smoke image or from all the way across town. "STRIKE FOR OLYMPUS!"

Warriors burst out of the river, riding the waves on huge sharks and dragons and sea horses.

A legion of Cyclopes, and leading them into battle was . . .

"Tyson," (Y/n) exclaims.

(Y/n) knows her brother couldn't hear her, but she stares in amazement. He'd grown in size - thirty feet tall, wearing full battle armor - and right behind him is Briares, the Hundred-Handed One.

All the Cyclopes hold huge lengths of black iron chains - big enough to anchor a battleship - with grappling hooks on the ends. They swing their chains like lassos and begin to ensnare Typhon, throwing lines around the creatures legs and arms, using the tide to keep circling, slowly tangling him. Typhon shakes and roars and yanks at the chains, pulling some of the Cyclopes off their mounts; but there are too many chains. The sheer weight of the Cyclops battalion begin to weigh Typhon down. Poseidon throws his trident and impales the monster in the throat. Golden blood, immortal ichor, spews from the wound, making a waterfall taller than a skyscraper; the trident flies back to Poesidon's hand.

The other gods strike with renewed force. Ares rides in and stabs Typhon in the nose. Artemis shoots the monster in the eye with a dozen silver arrows. Apollo shoots a blazing volley of arrows and sets the monster's loincloth on fire. Zeus keeps pounding the giant with lightning, until finally, slowly, the water rises, wrapping Typhon like a cocoon, and he begins to sink under the weight of the chains. Typhon bellows in agony, thrashing with such force that waves slosh the Jersey shore, soaking five-story buildings and splashing over the George Washington Bridge - but down as he goes as (Y/n)'s father opens a special tunnel for him at the bottom of the river - and endless waterslide that would take him straight to Tarturus. The giant's head goes under in a seething whirlpool and he is gone.

"BAH!" Kronos thunders, slashing his sword through the smoke, tearing the image to shreds.

"They're on their way," (Y/n) says, meeting Kronos's golden eyes. "You've lost."

"I haven't even started," the Titan roars.

Kronos moves with blinding speed, and (Y/n) sidesteps, slamming the flat of Tsunami's blade into the Titan's side.

The blow does nothing, but the Titan growls, most likely just annoyed,

(Y/n)'s instincts take over, slashing, dodging, and rolling, but she feels as though she's fighting a hundred swordsmen. It gets slightly easier when Percy advances.

Annabeth watches, her eyes wide, as the Jackson twins fight. The jabs and slashes were so perfectly timed that it seemed almost like a choreographed dance.

Percy strikes the Titan's armor so hard that it gashes the armor.

The Titan lets out another roar, swinging his sword, and it catches (Y/n) in the ribs. The daughter of Poesidon's armor shatters and she slams backwards into Athena's throne, sliding down beside Annabeth.

Percy lets out a roar, sidestepping and jabbing under Kronos's guard - a good trick, but Luke knew it. He counters the strike and disarms the son of Poesidon using one of the first moves he'd taught him. Riptide skitters across the ground and falls straight into the open fissure.

"Stop!" Annabeth comes from nowhere. Kronos whirs and slashes at Backbiter, but somehow, the daughter of Athena catches the strike on her dagger hilt - only the quickest and most skilled knife fighter could've managed. Percy doesn't know where Annabeth finds the strength, but she steps in closer for leverage, their blades cross, and for a moment, she stands face-to-face with the Titan lord, holding him at a standstill.

. . .

"Hey," A rough shaking of her shoulders brings (Y/n) out of the memory. "Hey, are you okay?" Annabeth's eyes gleam with worry.

"What?" (Y/n) asks, and she crumples to the ground with a thud.

. . .

Piper wakes to the feeling like she'd been trampled by an Irish step-dancing troupe. Her chest hurts, and she can barely breathe. She reaches down and closes her hand around the hilt of the dagger Annabeth had given her - Katoptris, Helen of Troy's weapon.

Camp Half-Blood hadn't been a dream.

"How are you feeling?" someone asks.

Piper tries to focus. She's lying in a bed with a white curtain on one side, like in a nurse's office.

The redheaded girl, Rachel Dare, sits next to her.

"Where -" Piper's voice dies when she sees the guy at the door. He looks like a typical California surfer dude - buff and tan, blonde hair, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt - but he has hundreds of blue eyes all over his body - all down his arms, legs, and all over his face.

"That's Argus," Rachel says, "our head of security. He's just keeping an eye on things . . . so to speak."

Argus nods; the eye on his chin winks.

"Where -?" Piper tries again, but she feels like she is talking through a mouthful of cotton.

"You're in the Big House," Rachel says. "Camp offices. We brought you here when you collapsed."

"You grabbed me," Piper remembers. "Hera's voice -" "I'm so sorry about that," Rachel says. "Believe me, it was not my idea to get possessed. Chiron healed you with some nectar -"

"Nectar?"

"The drink of the gods. In small amounts, it heals demigods, if it doesn't - ah - burn you to ashes."

"Oh. Fun."

Rachel sits forward. "Do you remember your vision?"

Piper has a moment of dread, thinking she meant the dream about the giant. Then she realizes Rachel was talking about what happened in Hera's cabin.

"Something's wrong with the goddess," Piper replies. "She told me to free her, like she's trapped. She mentioned the earth swallowing us, and a fiery one, and something about the solstice."

In the corner, Argus made a rumbling sound in his chest. His eyes all fluttered at once.

"Hera created Argus," Rachel explained. "He's actually very sensitive when it comes to her safety. We're trying to keep him from crying, because last time that happened ... well, it caused quite a flood."

Argus sniffles. He grabs a fistful of Kleenex from the bedside table and starts dabbing eyes all over his body.

"So ..." Piper tries not to stare as Argus wipes the tears from his elbows. "What's happened to Hera?"

"We're not sure," Rachel said. "Annabeth and Jason were here for you, by the way. Jason didn't want to leave you, but Annabeth had an idea - something that might restore his memories."

"That's . . . that's great."

Jason had been here for her? Piper thinks she'd be more excited for that knowledge, but she pushes the feeling aside. Get over yourself, she thinks. If she is going to save her dad, it doesn't matter whether Jason liked her or not. He would hate her eventually.

Everyone here would.

Piper looks down at the ceremonial dagger strapped to her side. Annabeth had said it was a sign of power and status, but not normally used in battle. All show and no substance. A fake, just like Piper. And its name is Katoptris, looking glass. She doesn't dare unsheathe it again, because she can't bear to see her own reflection. "Don't worry." Rachel squeezes her arm. "Jason seems like a good guy. He had a vision too, a lot like yours. Whatever's happening with Hera - I think you two are meant to work together."

Rachel smiles like this was good news, but Piper's spirits plunge even further. She'd thought that this quest - whatever it was - would involve nameless people. Now Rachel is basically telling her: Good news! Not only is your dad being held ransom by a cannibal giant, you also get to betray the guy you'd liked because of Hera's magic! How awesome is that?

"Hey," Rachel said. "No need to cry. You'll figure it out."

Piper wipes her eyes, trying to get control of herself. This isn't like her. She is supposed to be tough - a hardened car thief, the scourge of L.A. private schools. Here she is, crying like a baby. "How can you know what I'm facing?"

Rachel shrugs. "I know it's a hard choice, and your options aren't great. Like I said, I get hunches sometimes. But you're going to be claimed at the campfire. I'm almost sure. When you know who your godly parent is, things might be clearer."

Clearer, Piper thinks. Not necessarily better.

. . .

(Y/n) stands before Luke Castellan - defenseless - having regained her consciousness.

Luke unlatches the side straps of his armor, exposing a small bit of his skin just under his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit. With difficulty, he stabs himself.

It isn't a deep cut, but Luke howls. His eyes glow like lava. The throne room shakes, throwing (Y/n) off her feet once more. An aura of energy surrounds Luke, growing brighter and brighter. (Y/n) closes her eyes and feels a force like a nuclear explosion blister her skin and crack her lips.

It is silent for a long while.

When (Y/n) opens her eyes, she sees Luke sprawled at the hearth. On the floor around him is a blackened circle of ash. Kronos's scythe had liquified into molten metal and is trickling into the coals of the hearth, which now glow like a blacksmith's furnace.

Luke's left side is bloody; his eyes are open - blue, the way they used to be. His breath is a deep rattle.

. . .

The gods arrive a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into teh throne room and expecting a battle.

What they find is Annabeth, (Y/n), Percy, and Grover standing over the body of a broken half-blood in the dim, warm light of the hearth.

"Percy, (Y/n)," Poseidon calls to his children, awe in his voice. "What . . . what is this?"

Percy turns and faces the Olympians. "We need a shroud," he announces. "A shroud for the son of Hermes."

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