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this-loser · 3 months

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Silent Prayer

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Author's Notes: So, I actually haven't written in a while and for those who liked my previous stories I apologize. I deleted them from the account and forgot that I didn't have them saved so they are gone forever. Recently I have been hard on myself about that plus my writing. I ended up going inactive and recently going into the DC fandom, especially because of my love for Jason Todd, I got back into writing again. This is the first time I've written for Jason, bunch of scrapped ideas before this, so if it feels out of character I must apologize. Anyway, enough of my talking. Please enjoy!

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「WC: 889」

「Summary: He's unable to sleep but maybe a little music will coax him into sleeping」

「Warnings: I don't use Y/N, This might be a little sad tbh, Nothing explicit just wholesome fluff, This is shorter than I originally thought it would be but I'm okay with this」

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「Song name: "In Dreams" by Roy Orbison. In case you'd like to listen to it while reading look it up on either YouTube or Spotify.」

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It was never silent. Not in Gotham City. From the police sirens to either the neighbors or the people outside the apartment building going on about their lives. No one pays any mind, depending on where you're looking, to the fact that this place was one of the biggest shitholes. No one could tell Jason otherwise. He'd lived on the streets, did things that he shouldn't have done but he needed to survive, and he witnessed first hand just how god awful the people in the city can be. All of that had been seen on repeat, through the eyes of a child. Was he proud of his past? Depends but for the most part no.

Reflecting doesn't help. He knew that. It only made things come back and the emotions left him sour. Especially when the original point was to sleep, something he was having trouble doing. Again.

Jason sat up, the blanket pooling at his hips as he ran a hand through his hair. The sound of a vehicle honking caused him to lift his head, looking at the window blinds. A few seconds pass by before he relaxes. "Hmm..." The softness of your voice drew his attention along with the blanket moving as you turned over onto your left side. "Jason," "Go back to sleep, baby." He crooned, stopping you from continuing your sentence then leaning down to you, his hand pushing some of your hair out of your face as your eyes started to flutter open. "Shh, just go back to bed. Everything is alright." He was bullshitting, but not to worry you. Jason knew that you'd be up without another second if you knew his insomnia was bothering him again. "Just sleep." His hand gently cupped your cheek as he kept whispering coaxing words to ease you back into sleep, blissfully unaware of his suffering. "Jay," Through tired eyes you look at him, the darkness of the bedroom hides his face, however, you could make out the look he gave you. A soft, reassurance that would have fooled anyone else if they didn't know him well enough, that is if they ever broke past that permanent scowl he always had. The look alone drew a huff from you. "Liar." He froze, the look quickly morphing into a disappointed frown. "Please, sleep. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." He brought forth a small smile, his hand caressing your cheek. "Trust me, you need more sleep than I do, I'll be alright." "Jason..." He shook his head, stubbornness kicking in as he leaned closer and pressed his lips against your temple then pulled away. "You're gonna go back to bed, no arguing about it." You whined at his stubbornness and although that made him chuckle, he wasn't going to let up. You pulled a hand from under the blanket, lifting it and grabbing his arm. "No. I'm not giving up that easily, Jason." He bit back a groan at your stubbornness, internally kicking himself for hoping that you'd actually give in to his demand. You sat up slowly and let go of his arm as you reached over to the end table on your side, grabbing your phone.

It was still early in the morning and Jason clearly wasn't having a good night so far. "Jay, it's 4:37 A.M." He groans at the observation and leaning back against the headboard. "I know, Genius..." He grumbles, looking away from you completely. "You're welcome." You mumble, now going through your phone. A few seconds of silence go by before the room is filled with soft music from your phone.

"I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do"

He glances over to you, the song playing as you set your phone back onto the end table. "Music?" You nod, looking at Jason. "Why not? Might help you sleep." "Not really my type of music." "Too bad, you've got to deal with it since it's my choice." You lay back down, scooting over to him and throwing an arm over his hips, burying your face into the side of his thigh. "Who's the artist?" "Roy Orbison." He nods his head slowly, the name not sounding familiar to him. "Melancholy as hell though." He added, looking down at you and resting his hand on the back of your head. "Mm." Your eyes flutter closed, the soft tempo of the song starting to lull you back to sleep.

"In dreams, you're mine all of the time"

He leans his head back. Taking in the lyrics and how somber they are. "Actually, they are kinda peaceful." He whispers, his fingers running through your hair. "Except for the "Candy-colored clown" bit... That part doesn't sound all peaceful to me." A light scoff comes from Jason as he stares at the bedroom door and feeling his eyelids become heavier as the song continues to play.

"In beautiful dreams"

He blinks a few times as a wave of sleepiness crashes over him but he pulls himself back and gently pulls your arm from his hips. You make a small noise of protest as he lays down, pulling you into his arms once he's laying on his right side. You sigh in content, relaxing again and peacefully resting as Jason's eyelids close. The melody of the song coaxes him into a dreamless sleep.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #A late night idea and I love oldies #dc comics

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bluejay-the-geek · 1 day

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DC characters/moments as Tortured Poets Department songs/lyrics bc i have a light concussion and am very bored (in the album's chronological order)

(disclaimer before someone is triggered- some of the lyrics are taken out of context or interpreted differently than what they actually mean. this is just for fun don't come for me. also this gets pretty angsty towards the end so proceed with caution)

"I was supposed to be sent away, But they forgot to come and get me"- tim drake very obviously bc neglecting parents/boarding school

"I love you, it's ruining my life"- early harleen quinzel about joker

"My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys"- the whole song is just harley quinn idc (pre-harlivy of course)

"Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym"- nightwing def cried at the gym at some point

"I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe"- dick grayson about bruce after moving out of wayne manor

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof, You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days"- remember the whole selena leaving bruce at the alter thing? yeah

"I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace"- I'm just getting red hood vibes from this no specific reason

"Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to"- almost every gotham rouge to batman right after escaping arkham/prison. especially joker, catwoman and riddler lol

"At the park where we used to sit on children's swings, Wearing imaginary rings"- this one specific panel of tim and steph

"And this city reeks of driving myself crazy"- everyone who's ever been to gotham

"All my girls got their lace and their crimes, And your cheating husband disappeared, well, No one asks any questions here"- it's giving gotham city sirens

"Am I allowed to cry?"- maybe it's just me but i thought about clark kent discovering he had different biological parents and grieving about them even though the parents that actually raised him are alive and well

"So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream, "Who's afraid of little old me?", You should be" red hood's debut

"The scandal was contained, The bullet had just grazed, At all costs, keep your good name, You don't get to tell me you feel bad"- jason todd about the whole making batman choose between him and joker at the end of under the red hood

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"- this is 100% Bane bc he was born and grew up in prison for a crime he didn't even do!! also cassandra cain and damian wayne

(^this is actually the lyric that inspired this entire post lol)

"You caged me and then you called me crazy, I am what I am 'cause you trained me, So who's afraid of me? Who's afraid of little old me?"- kind of a stretch but remember that time they put jason in arkham?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)- again the whole song is harley about joker

"Your arson's match, your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life"- bruce about jason. out of all the robins that died, jason's death hit him the hardest. even now when bruce sees red hood, he still sees that happy little kid that he lost

"I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life", There in her glittering prime, The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, I can show you lies"- bc we all know Nightwing is always dying on the inside, and it was very true in the discowing era bc it was right after he left the manor

"'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit"- jason pre-bruce

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague"- ok so we got joker about batman, cupid about green arrow, hush about bruce wayne... and a bunch of others but it's too many to write lol

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time"- fucking tarantula that bitch

"The smallest man who ever lived"- the atom! not any of the messages in the song tho ofc he's just very small

"What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag, Worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map ,I haven't come around in so long, But I'm coming back so strong"- joker to batman after escaping arkham again

"I haven't come around in so long, But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"- jason coming back to protect crime alley after being away from gotham for years after his resurrection

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you"- batman and catwoman<3

I Hate It Here- imagine the whole song as homeless jason todd taking shelter in the library💔

"I built a legacy that you can't undo, But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth, That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you"- bruce built a legacy as batman, and created a huge family he loves, and it hurts to think about but he wouldn't have any of it if joe chill hadn't murdered his parents

"Please, I've been on my knees, Change the prophecy, Don't want money, Just someone who wants my company"- kid bruce grew up all alone in a huge mansion, but he'd give all his billions away in a heartbeat if he could change his parent's fate

"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst"- ok so you might think i chose cassandra cain for this only bc of the name, BUT- cass notices things others don't (like cassandra the prophet...), bc of her skills and abilities she is feared the most (Ik the song said "she feared" not "she is feared" but idc lol). like if someone knew so much about you just by looking you'd think she's some kind of a witch too

Peter- picture this: jason had a childhood friend back at crime alley. he left to live in wayne manor and become robin, and said goodbye to his old friend, promising they'd reunite again in the future. 3 years pass and his friend reads an article about jason's death. now listen to the song and try not to cry (if someone writes that fic send me the link IMMEDIATELY this has been haunting me) here's the link to the song with lyrics bc ik you're too lazy to look it up. also jason's middle name is peter:)

"Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, Excellent fun 'til you get to know her"- brucie wayne vs batman

"Started with a kiss, "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a town car speeding, Out the drive one evening"- catwoman and batman of course<3 the town car is the batmobile speeding out the batcave to catch catwoman (to arrest her or make out with her? probs both)

Robin- ofc we have to go robins for robin! imo that's bruce to dick and jason's robins, and dick to damian when he was his robin. dick and jason- despite the hard times they went through that led to them becoming robins, they were still mostly happy curious kids that run around covered in mud while bruce tried (unsuccessfully) to maintain the innocence they had left. as for damian- it's more of a stretch than the other 2 bc he had no childlike innocence before robin, but dick tried his hardest to extract the child that was hidden inside the ruthless assassin the league created, finally allowing him to experience normal kid things. idk

"He said, "I'm not a donor but, I'd give you my heart if you needed it", She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional""-to me this is clark kent completely in love and lois with her sass

"And at last, She knew what the agony had been for"- almost every hero. they suffer, they sacrifice, they fight, and sometimes they want to give up- but at the end of the day, they save lives, so it's all worth it

and that's it folks! feel free to add more/share your insights!!

sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, English isn't my first language plus like the title said i had a minor head injury a few days ago and I'm tired soI'm not proofreading this bc I'm going to sleep rn goodnight to all✌️

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Riddle-Her (Dano!Riddler x Reader)

I finally finished the first fic I started writing after 10 years of being out of fandoms 💚

It's 13 chapters of unhinged lusting after the Riddler from the perspective of Reader/OC who is just as unhinged as he is, and develops a crush on the soft lad.

I will not be fielding comments on how I thought this dumb joke was a good title.

The whole thing is now complete and on AO3 here, but I'll add the first chapter underneath again.

warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, reader is AFAB, she/her pronouns

It’s not physically impossible to sleep peacefully in Gotham, but it takes a lot of practice to get used to it. You’ve lived there your whole life though, albeit maybe in a slightly nicer area, way before. When your dad was still around and you still spoke to your mom. Before you’d broken contact and moved into the dank, wet, inner-city. Still, even that was around about seven years ago. Seven years of sirens, screaming, shouting, and strangely enough you could even hear audible punches landing from your window, even through the near constant pattering of the rain. And sometimes that was exciting.

That’s what the attraction to the step-above-homeless apartment was (plus the low rent). It’s not that you yourself were violent, but there was something in the violence that was thrilling. Your adrenaline pumped as you walked home, under the bridges and past unbelievably dark alleys. It wasn’t the usual feeling of uneasiness that accompanied being a woman alone at night. They were feelings that should be explored with a psychiatrist, or an understanding and adventurous partner. Unfortunately, you had neither the money for a shrink nor the social skills for a man. It was bedsit, open windows, and silently masturbating as you listening to the ongoing orchestra of police cars and burglar alarms, accompanied by a heavenly choir of screaming angels. It was perfect, so perfect in fact that you’d started to get annoyed, and a little bit worried, about this dumb Batman figure, floating around and “stopping crime”. Yeah, you could find any level of depravity you were looking for online, but then that would be admitting that you were into it. And that might be a step too far for your obsessive mind to walk back from. And here came the caped crusader to clean up the grotty city you knew and loved. Ruining the passivity of your pleasure.

It was around eleven at night, and usually this was the peak time for street fights that poured out from the seedy bars and clubs that surrounded the apartment building. It was eerily silent, however.

“He’s already made a difference!” you hissed in your mind, sighing out loud to your empty apartment, unless the rats that lived in the walls could hear you. In a bit of a mood now, you lazily grabbed your laptop from the floor next to your unmade single bed with one hand, chucking it onto your stomach. After checking several of the neighbourhood watch groups you’d joined to get a sniff of any action, you realised it was indeed a rare quiet night. A newsletter from some wannabe masked vigilante you subscribed to caught your attention as you listlessly scrolled your emails looking for a morsel of entertainment.

These emails always came from one guy, you assumed guy because some of the things that were said and that went un-checked about women were enough to tell you that you might not have been as welcome had your online alter not been purposefully skewed to read “male”. At first it had been a harmless newsletter about how shitty it was to live in Gotham, and how they needed someone to come make it better. Then he, and the very few followers that were active in those days, started focusing on how to make the city worse. A few weeks after that, they moved to a more ‘secure’ platform, and you needed a password. As a long time follower, you were given it by default. It was kind of scary, to let yourself get pulled in by these people. But you were a silent observer.

To begin with, they had organised graffiti campaigns. And then it sort of stopped there. They didn’t quite have the mettle to get involved in the gangs, the initiation rites were too much for them. And this pathetic dude who ran the newsletter was no great leader. It kind of fell apart, until it was just a few long-term readers who stuck around to get the latest news on the “anarchy” in Gotham. If anything, you had stayed subscribed out of habit, and maybe, partly, with the hopes that things might pick up again. But you could tell from the tone of the last couple of newsletters, infrequent as they were now, that Batman had left a scar on the writer.

This one though seemed pretty…upbeat?

NEWSLETTER: You guys should check out this stream!!

There was a link, instructions and a password, plus a screenshot of a website asking a puzzle question with the answer filled in. The guy who wrote the newsletter really thought everyone else was too stupid to figure that one out.

Unsure if it was the lack of information in the email, or morbid curiosity, you hovered over the enter key and pressed it anyway. Was it going to be a joke? Kittens frolicking in a field or something? Or was it going to be some horrible, possibly real, livestream of some poor woman being tortured in a dark room.

Disappointment, either way. You didn’t want to be scared, but you didn’t want to leave without a thrill. And instead, you were greeted by an empty room, a chat log on the side looked fairly barren. A message or two from about 5 minutes ago had come up. You recognised one of the usernames, it was similar to the one that the newsletter writer had used in the public days of his forum.

“Excited for you to get started tonight!!”

A few more usernames began to appear and the total count seemed to settle around 20 people, with a few dropping out and a few coming in consistently, a trend that would continue throughout. The clock at the bottom of the screen read 11:28. Your heart skipped a little in anticipation. Maybe something horrible was about to happen. What was about to start? Who was going to start? What had happened previously?

The sound of a door opening was the first noise that came out of your speakers, and was the first noise that had been made inside your apartment since you had sighed. It gave you a small shock. The waiting was almost over. Footsteps, heavy boots from the sound of them, grew ever so slightly louder as they approached the camera. The screen went black as the shitty webcam attempted to balance itself. Black, then a brief flash of white, then a deep, olive green. It took a second to register what was in the field of vision, but you were quick to recognise that the field of vision was encompassed by a jacket. Waterproof. A little army-esque. Hopefully this wasn’t going to be some neo-nazi, a militant fascist on a rant. What a huge waste of time, and a definite mood killer. The figure turned to the side and a flash of white on his coat was visible as he rotated to face behind him, fiddling with something on the wall at his back. It looked like some squiggles, like some paint had been spilled.

Heavy breathing echoed in the almost barren studio apartment as the figure leant across behind the camera. It sounded off, like it was muffled by something. Your heart was beating fast. You had managed to avoid seeing anything too horrendous on your escapades into the darker side of what the internet had to offer. At one point, you had considered reporting a video you had come across in the comments of a forum discussing the issue of stalking in Gotham, but it was quickly revealed to be a hoax. Still, the thought that you could be seconds away from seeing something to awful that you might be considered a witness, something you might not be able to come back from, it had you gently moving the mouse towards the exit button.

As you neared it, the figure on the screen sat down. You gasped sharply.

A mask, glasses, the light reflecting off of…was that saran wrap? An olive green hoodie, with no strings for the hood. Leather gloves, reaching to adjust the glasses. And deep, wide, green eyes. The greenest eyes.

Your eyes were going wider as you stared into his. Everything melted away for a second. The chat log, the other users, the sirens, the rats, the crushing sense of isolation that you were so good at pretending you didn’t feel. All of it. It felt like he was looking into your soul, directly at you. Although, there was a screen in the way. But it didn’t feel like that. It was strange, confusing, and your heart just kept beating harder and harder until it hurt. There was something about those eyes, and whoever was behind them, you were hanging on their every word. And they hadn’t even spoken yet.

“Hello, thank you for joining me tonight!”

Deep, but it didn’t sound natural. There was some element of voice modulation for sure. But it was still strangely arousing.

The next twenty minutes were a blur. It would be a miracle if you could even remember your own name, let alone the specifics of anything he said. Heart thumping, eyelashes fluttering for a screen that couldn’t appreciate it, you were smitten. By a mask and some glasses. And the greenest eyes. The dreamiest eyes.

It had been three weeks since you first saw the stream. It had become easier to focus on his words when you thought about what his lips looked like as he formed the words. To think how he formed the sounds. To know if he spat when he shouted, and he shouted a lot. I wonder if he’d shout at you. If you asked nicely enough?

Thoughts like that kept popping into your head as you watched him rant and rave about the injustices in Gotham, about the lies, the liars, those who protect the lies, and the liars. As he pointed dramatically to the newspaper scraps pinned and taped to his walls. There was a frantic energy that was so intriguing, and exciting. And, to your absolute delight, there was that lingering threat of danger. He seemed so angry, so…unhinged.

Perfect.

You caught yourself holding your head dreamily in your hands, like a teenager desperately in love. Was that what this was? Love? Or lust? Or both? Either way, you would be absolute putty in his leather clad hands if you were ever face to face with him.

Your heart sank a bit at that thought.

He seemed like he had all of the potential to be big, bad and scary. The ‘boogeyman’. But, you knew it in your heart. You’d spent a lot of time around these people on the internet. You’d seen them get angry, rage, build up to what could have been earth shattering violence and then fall flat. Which, and you felt like you had to clarify this even to yourself in your own mind, you were very, VERY grateful for. It would be borderline psychopathy to wish that one of these ineffectual, women-hating, man-children would ever be able to grow up and do something instead of just bitching about it online. But the part of you that craved danger was intrigued by the capacity for violence. And, as much as you were drawn in by his words, his almost socialist mantras, how easy it was to believe him that, much like a French peasant, a revolt within the proletariat against the lies and corruption of the rich was not only the answer, but was already in motion, you just couldn’t get past the fact that he was online, in a dark and messy room, talking to what was for all intents and purposes himself.

What you wanted was for him to be the fearless leader. Maybe he would lead the charge in a riot in Gotham, his followers behind him, dressed in his uniform. Spreading his word like gospel, searching out Gotham’s elite, the upper classes, those who protect and serve themselves and their business interests. And after a night of shocking the city, the world, he’d come home to you. Tired, and sweating, and peel off the mask, the clingfilm, readjust his glasses and pull you into him. Whisper to you…

“What’s mine, but only you can hold it?”

Huh.

Even though you were alone in your room, you still shivered in slight disgust at yourself, making a fake gagging noise to really chastise yourself. Was this really what you had become? Some lovesick fool, imagining a romantic scenario with a man who, and let’s all be honest here, had likely never said more than five words to a woman, let alone pulled one into a warm embrace and whispered, so eloquently, a romantic riddle.

It had been about a week or so into the streams when he’d identified himself as Riddler, and at first, it was incredibly dorky, making you almost cringe when he said it, or when the others in the chat called him by that name. And then it grew on you, and you imagined him asking you to say it while he was on you, around you, in you. Heavy breathing, mask on, muffled and desperate pleas for you to treat him like he thought he should be treated. And after that point, it became your favourite word. You waited, with baited breath for the next time you could answer one of the riddles he posed to everyone for fun. His eyes lit up as the chat started filling with answers, some wrong, some right. It seemed he was excited either way, eyes glittering in bright emerald just at the thought of people paying attention to him, listening to him, doing as he asked even if it was something as simple as solving his silly little puzzles.

You’d never dared to answer one yet, not to the chat at least. But you usually got them right and felt smug, letting yourself imagine him being surprised of you, or proud of you, or rewarding you with a little kiss on your forehead but that’s not him but it could be but it’s not but you want it to be and-

The train of thought was proving too much, and your heart physically ached. It was stupid to let yourself develop a crush on a man you’d never even seen, either in full or in reality. He barely said anything beyond riddles and threats, and when he did talk about something else it was usually about Batman of all things. The crushing disappointment, the Schrödinger like problem you’d created for yourself. Either he wasn’t what you thought he was, or he was and you couldn’t have him. Or maybe he wouldn’t have you. It was a painful obsession and it was already too far gone to stop. Whether you knew it and were in denial, or were blissfully unaware, he’d tipped you over the edge.

His heart. That was his, and only you could hold it.

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bagsybaggins · 2 years

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CHAPTER 5: THE POTTED PLANT

Isabella had been surprised when she arrived in Gotham, her ideas of the city changing rapidly within her first night of arriving there. It was dark and gloomy, the clouds that loomed overhead seemed to threaten rain at any moment, despite the roads and sidewalks already covered in rainwater and a few puddles. Gothic buildings seemed to be a decor on almost every street, not to mention the obscenely wide variety of gargoyles on nearly every building. Her hood pulled up over her head as she crossed the street, her eyes darting skyward towards the brightly lit building. She could tell that there was a large letter near the top of the building, but the light and her vision rendered it unreadable. Her boots scuffed against the sidewalk as she turned to her left, and walked down the street.

She avoided the alleyways, noticing that a majority of them seemed full of people and garbage. Her eyes darted up towards the building in front of her, the words of the cab driver echoing through her head.

"Don't get a hotel in Gotham, but if you are, head for Miagani. They have better hotels than the other two." He had said, before speeding off.

Isabella didn't know why to not get a hotel, but she was starting to understand by the number of sirens she's been hearing since the moment she arrived.

[Isabella POV]

Stepping out of the puddle, I look across the street and pause as I notice the tall tree that stood in a metal building, that after stepping closer read 'The Botanical Gardens.'

"I wouldn't go in there!" Someone yells behind me, "Poison Ivy might be in there."

Turning to look over my right shoulder, I nod my head. "I think I'll take my chances," I yell in return before turning towards the small door.

I open it slowly, carefully minding the plant's branches and vines that were growing everywhere. I stare wide in awe as I walk up the stairs, carefully minding the roots that spread across the stairs. The tree was amazing, with its branches spread out, and its vines draped down like an elegant nightgown. I silently walk through the stairwell, being careful not to touch anything in case it was poison ivy, although I doubt a building that was built to be toured would have poison ivy in it.

As I enter the spacious area, I hum softly as I walk across the grated floor, taking note of the other staircase down further to my right that is headed up. I place my duffle bag down on a counter of sorts, smiling at a few flowers that were in bloom nearby. Turning towards the stairs, I smile in awe absentmindedly at a few different plants that seemed to give off natural light. Opening the door leading to the outside, I stand on the landing in disbelief.

It was bare except for the few branches that stuck out of the metal bars. The skyscrapers towering above the small botanical gardens building, absolutely pointless balcony. I roll my eyes and cross my arms before turning to walk back down the stairs.

If I just avoided touching the plants, no ivy for me.

[The Next Day]

Turns out Poison Ivy is a person.

I look up, waking from my sleep, at the woman who had her arms crossed, looking possibly glaring down at me. She had red hair and green tinted skin, and was wearing a red shirt that looked sort of shiny, maybe silk? But it also looked like she was wearing nothing but dark green underwear and a shirt.

"You're quite bold to just come and waltz into my territory, and to sleep in here as well. Most people wouldn't even dare approach my territory." She raised a brow towards me as I slowly sat up, and rubbed my eyes.

"I actually don't know how to waltz, but I know what you mean." I look up at her as I stretched and stood up. "Also I'm not exactly from around here, so I didn't know this was your place. Although it now makes sense to why that guy warned me about Poison Ivy now."

She hums as she turns to touch one of the flowers that were on the counter. "I can tell that you're not," She looks at me again as I grab my duffle bag. "Where are you from exactly? Your clothes say that you're near to or from the League of Assassins, but the items in your bag tell me otherwise."

I pause as I slug the strap over my shoulder, turning to her with wide eyes. "You looked through my bag?"

She raised her brow as she leaned her hip against the metal counter, her arms being crossed again. "You broke into my territory."

Staring at her for a moment, I shrug and nod my head. "Fair enough," I mutter.

"Your glasses, they seem expensive, but you never got them fixed. And you have the money to do it." She gestures to my bag before tilting her head slightly. "So why leave them like that?"

Hesitating for a moment, I study her, narrowing my eyes. "You aren't going to try and hurt me for accidentally entering your place?"

She grins, her brow twitching upwards, but stays silent.

Sighing, I put my bag on the ground and sit back down on the makeshift bed I had set up.

"They were a gift, from an uncle figure I guess. A mentor." I smile as I thought of Tony. "He made them for me, and I'm not sure anyone could fix them to work the way they had done before," I explain before looking back up at her.

"What caused them to break? I doubt they broke easily if they were made special." She asked, her tone a little softer than before.

I feel the dull echo of pain in my left ear, my gaze cast towards the ground. "Mugging went wrong. I had tried to escape, and he shot next to my face. The bullet broke my glasses, and the gun firing damaged my ear drum to the point where I can barely hear out of my left ear. Except for the occasional loud sound or the consistent ringing, I can't hear anything."

I feel her hand touching the left side of my cheek, and I look up at her. We stare at each other for a minute before she nods her head. "You're not lying."

As she turns around, I frown in confusion. "I'm not? I mean, I know I'm not, but how can you tell?"

She laughs lightly and looks at me from over her shoulder. "Your eyes."

I stand up to follow her, before backtracking and grabbing my bag. "My name's Isabella Lockley, but you can call me Izzy," I say as I follow her down the stairs. "What do I call you?"

She shakes her head as she sees me following her. "You can call me what everyone else calls me, Isabella."

Frowning at the ground, I shake my head. "But what's your name? It can't be Poison Ivy-"

She sighs, crossing her arms as she stops and turns to me. "What are you doing?"

I look side to side and shrug. "Following you and trying to make a conversation." At her raised brow, I give her a smile.

"Why?"

I press my lips together as I scratch the back of my neck. "Well, I kinda need a place to stay, and you seem pretty cool-"

She takes a step forward, got into my personal space, and raised her brow again. "You pushed your limit by entering my territory, now you want to stay with me?"

I raise my hands in surrender and chuckle. "I'm just being honest! I won't try to do anything I swear!"

She narrows her eyes at me, and I chuckle awkwardly. "Please?" I ask.

---

"I had no idea you had powers, that's so fucking awesome." I beam as I walk in behind her, letting her lead me into her place. Plants were everywhere, vines and roots littering the floors and walls. There were a lot of pretty flowers too.

"Do I have to pay rent to stay here?" I ask as I caught up to her side, being careful to not step on any plants.

She laughs and shakes her head. "No, you'll just have to do a few things for me. I did notice your weapons and your muscles, I assume you're skilled with fighting a few brutes?"

My brows turn down as I frown in both confusion and worry. "Yeah, I can fight. What exactly are the few things I'll need to do for you? I only ask because I'm not exactly okay with killing people. Like, sure if they did bad shit, then fine I guess. But, I'd rather not kill people-"

She laughs for a moment, then turned to me. "Oh well, I think you won't have to kill anyone. Besides, the Bat and his Robin aren't exactly happy with us criminals."

I pause in my step and blink a few times. "I'm sorry, Bat? Robin?"

She nods her head as she looks at me. "It slipped my mind that you aren't from here. Batman and Robin are the men who dress up and fight the criminals on the streets. I had my fair share of encounters with them. You'll have to be extra careful to not get caught by them."

I frown again, before continuing walking with her. "Does he dress as a bat? For him to be called Batman?"

She hums in confirmation, and I scrunch my nose. "So is Robin all feathery or something?"

Her laughter echoes, causing me to smile slightly, but wait patiently for her answer.

"No, no he's not. You'll most likely see them, and you'll see for yourself what they wear. But just make sure to not get caught, getting caught leads to jail, possibly Arkham." She explains before the door in front of us opens.

"Don't worry, I won't send you out tonight. Not since you're so fresh to Gotham." She grins at me as I follow her.

An unsettled feeling of worry stirs in my stomach.

[A Month Later]

True to her word, she waited before sending me to go collect what someone stole from her. A plant that was special to her. Turns out a man, Black Mask, had taken it for god knows what. For something to make Ivy pissed at him? Probably. But all I had to do was find it, and return it to Ivy. Pretty simple.

Except, not really.

I close my eyes as gunfire went off down the hall around the corner that I was crouching behind. I counted down the seconds that passed, whispering them from behind the face mask that I had gotten from Bane. As the gunfire stopped, and the sound of panicked 'fucks' began as they tried to quickly reload, I pulled out from behind the corner and ran towards them. Kicking the first guy in the side of the head, I pulled out my knife and threw it towards the kneecap of the guy who had walked out from behind a door. Punching the next closest guy in the face, his nose cracking loudly, I mentally count the blurry figures. 5 in total, including the guy who I had knifed in the knee.

The second guy who was the closest threw his fist at me, I ducked and grabbed his arm and spun around, sending him into the wall and slamming his head against it. One down, four to go.

The sound of breaking glass alerts us, and I see a guy in red. And dark green tights? Something flies at one of the guy's heads, somehow knocking him out, before the guy in red kicks one of the three in the chest.

"Who are you supposed to be?" I ask loudly, as I duck as the one who I knifed in the knee tried to use my knife against me. Sending a quick glance to the one in red.

He lets out a scoff. "You must be new around here if you don't know who Robin is."

I raise a brow, grabbing the knife back, before tripping the guy and kicking his head to the floor. I wipe off my knife with the guy's shirt as Robin takes on the last two guys.

"I wouldn't say new, been here about a month now and I don't particularly care enough to go out to go bird watching," I state while crossing my arms as he knocks out the last of them.

He turns towards me and narrows his eyes at me. "Funny. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He questions as he takes a step toward me.

"That's such a cliche thing to ask. You do know that the mask is to help keep someone's identity a secret, right? I mean, you have one, although it's more like a masquerade mask than anything." I start saying before I point my finger at him. "That's enough, personal space is something I like having."

He huffs and thankfully doesn't continue walking forward. "Why are you here? You're not with Black Mask if you're fighting his goons-"

"Why I'm here isn't a concern for you Bird Boy, and how do you know that this isn't just a family dispute? Maybe my family and I fight with our fists rather than our words? You ever consider that?"

He glares at me, and I smile sarcastically in return. "First off, it's Robin, and secondly I'm a man-"

"That's what a boy would argue-" "Enough. Why are you here? Answer me truthfully or I will take you to GCPD with these thugs."

Glaring up at him, I sigh heavily. "You're no fun. But, I'm here to collect something that Black Mask stole from my aunt." I lie, before crossing my arms. "She would try getting it herself but she's sick right now."

He raises a brow before quickly furrowing them as he narrows his eyes with a frown. "Who's your aunt and what has he stolen from her."

I scoff and shake my head. "None ya business who she is, and he stole her only form of happiness."

He stares at me, but I turn around and head towards the elevator. His footsteps are almost silent as he follows me.

"What is it that he stole?" He blurts out as I press the button, looking at him over my left shoulder at him. "From your aunt? Maybe I can help you find it."

I study him before turning back towards the elevator as it slowly comes up. "A plant, it was her pride and joy, her reason to get up. Said it made her feel alive, also said Ivy visited once to tell her how great she was doing, but I think she was lying."

Robin snorts softly before he places his hand on my shoulder. "They're people in the elevator, we won't be able to get down to the vaults quietly. I have a way down if you trust me." He whispers as the number get's closer to our floor.

As I look at him, I narrow my eyes. "I'm not going to ask how you know if there are people in there. But, I suppose so. How?"

He just grins at me.

---

After sliding down a few vents, and teaming up to take down a few guys who saw us, we made it down the vaults. However, it was heavily guarded, with at least 10 armed men, although Robin said there were two men watching the cameras.

"We should get the camera watchers first," I whisper to him, and I see him nod in the corner of my eyes. He leans towards me and whispers back, "I'll take them on, you just stay out of sight until I get back. Then we can take them down together."

Watching his back as he sneaks away, I scoffed silently. Like hell was I going to sit around and wait for him to come back. I peek around the corner, silently pulling my knife out of my boot. As the closest guy nears, I tackle him and cover his mouth before he can yell out. I scrunch up my nose as his gross saliva gets on my hand, and use the but of my knife to knock him out. As another guy rounds the opposite corner in front of me, I take the guy's pistol out and throw it at the dude's head. It gets him dead center in his forehead and he falls back. I hear the sound of another man going, 'huh?', noticing the body that just fell. I slide beneath a shelf and send my foot up into another guy's face, and he lets out a groan as he falls onto his back. I flip to my feet and throw my knife into the shoulder of the guy who had sprinted around the corner.

My hair was tied up, no doubt in a mess from all the fighting. I could feel it hitting the back of my neck as I ran to the guy and tackled him down in front of the doors to security. As I knocked him out and took my knife out, I hear Robin curse as he opens the door.

"Oh hey, decided to join in on the fun?" I ask as I stand up, and pick up one of the vases that were on the shelf before throwing it at the guy who was raising his gun at me.

"I had said to wait!" He exclaims as I sprint and slide down another aisle, knocking a guy off his feet.

"Yeah, I got impatient. Also, I don't know you or take orders from you." I explain as I push the guy's head into the floor, knocking him out.

Robin lets out a sound of frustration, before fighting another thug.

"You should listen to me! You're a civilian-"

"Excuse me? Do I look like a fucking civilian to you? I was kicking ass before you showed up!" I yell as I duck behind a shelf as a thug starts to shoot.

"Well, you're wearing normal day-to-day clothes- not even any tactical equipment!" He grunts from a few shelves away from me, and I scoff loudly.

"Well, I hadn't realized tights counted as 'tactical equipment'! Should I even bother to mention-" I throw my knife around the corner, before running at the thug- "That you stick out like a pimple on the forehead! Nor do you even closely resemble a Robin! If you were going for a stealthy look, you failed! At least I can blend in!"

"They aren't tights!" I hear him yell in aggravation before I kick a guy in Robin's direction, and Robin knocks him out.

I exhale heavily, before turning to the door that was being guarded. I pause when I notice the pin pad next to the door, and Robin brushes past me and punches in a combination. As the light turns green and the door unlocks, he turns to me and raises his brows at me.

"Fine, you're useful," I mutter, brushing past him and entering the room.

Almost immediately I see the tiny plant sitting under a light, while Robin heads towards one of the open boxes that were littered everywhere, stacked and unstacked. I walk to the plant and pick it up carefully. I look over my shoulder at Robin and notice the blue packets that were in the boxes. Walking towards him, I look over his shoulders.

"Is that drugs?" I whisper, looking down at them before turning to Robin.

"Yeah, and that's the plant your aunt has? It's tiny." He points out and I shrug in return.

"I stopped questioning my aunt a while ago. So are we burning this?"

He scoffs and shakes his head, smiling a little. "No, I've notified Batman and the GCPD. They'll be here in a few minutes. Speaking of Batman," He turns to me whilst crossing his arms. "He wants to meet you."

I snort and shake my head, walking past him. "Uh, no. Not happening Bird Boy." As he grabs my wrist, I look at him from over my shoulder. "What? You've caught feelings for me, now you want me to meet your Daddy? I said it's not happening."

I twist my wrist out of his grip, and sprint out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me. I laugh as his body hits the door, and I run to the door to leave. As I exit I see the elevator and staircase sign, and I run towards it, hearing the sound of him opening the door. I press the elevator button before pulling open the door to the stairs. As I peer up the stairs, looking at the distance between the railings.

I'm going to regret this.

---

I had to take a breather a few times, and by the time I had reached the ground floor, I could hear the sirens through the door. I decided to walk up to the fifth floor, where I had originally broken in, my mind wandering to if Robin knew where I was.

Who am I kidding, he probably did, with his weird mask.

As I open the door, I am met with Robin, who raised a brow as he leaned against the wall opposite the door.

"You took your time, I almost got worried you had left." He said with an undertone of sarcasm, as he uncrossed his arms.

"Well, I wanted to make you wait, give you time to plan our first date before I meet your parents. It is a big step you know, but I don't think beating the shit out of people counts as a first date." I smile thinly and move the plant behind my back.

He shakes his head and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the open window. I roll my eyes but follow him. As we reach the widow, he lets go of my arm and hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. As I raise my brow, he pulls out his grappling hook.

"You might want to hold onto me." He states and waits a moment before I begrudgingly wrap my right arm around his neck, the potted plant in my left. And then he shoots up to the building in front of us.

I swallow back my gasp as we are pulled through the air, towards the building. He tightens his grip as we get closer before we somehow safely reach the top of it, his cloak rippling behind him as we stick the landing.

Turning to look ahead of us, I see the blurry black figure as Robin lets go. I glance at Robin, who looks back at me in silence before I walk toward Batman.

"Batman, you've seen me, now can I go?"

"No." Was his reply, Robin snickered behind me. "Who are you, and why were you infiltrating Black Mask's building? And why have you stolen that plant?"

I roll my eyes, grabbing Robin's wrist as he tried to take the plant from me. I tighten my grip and I hear him hiss in pain, and Batman narrowed his eyes.

"Back off Robin, you're not taking this from me." I monotonously state, my gaze not drifting from the Bat.

I let go of him and he moves to stand beside Batman, his eyes narrowing at me.

"To answer your question Batman, it's as I told Birdie over there. Masks are on for a reason, same as yours. And he stole it first, I'm just taking it back." I answer, lifting my chin slightly.

"That plant was Poison Ivy's, are you giving it to her?" Batman asked.

"I'm giving it to my aunt, as I said," I reply, echoing what I had said before.

"Who's your Aunt?"

At his question, I raise my brow. "As I said before, masking my identity for a reason."

Batman narrows his eyes at me and I cross my arms. He turns his head, looking at Robin before nodding. I tense as they run at me, but a whip strikes the ground between us, and I look up at the chimney to see a woman in black on top of it.

"Selina," Batman said, and I turn to her as she hops down, is she wearing heels?

"Batman, I see you've met my brute of a niece." I blink and frown at her words as she approached me, putting her arm across my shoulders.

She turns her green eyes to me and grins, and I blink again before agreeing silently with her.

"Niece?" Robin says, looking at me again.

"Selina-"

"Been nice talking to you Batman, but she's got to get home before Mommy worries." Selina smiles as she pushes me towards the ledge, away from the duo.

We quickly jump off the ledge, landing on the fire escape below. She then jumps onto the building in front of us, and I hesitantly followed her. The adrenaline building up again, causing me to smile as we sprint across the room, jumping to another.

"You go on and run to your home, Ivy sent me a word about you. You're welcome for the save, by the way." She calls out to me, and I turn to her as she runs onto another roof.

"Will I see you again?" I ask as I stay behind on the roof I was on.

She paused and turned to look at me, and I could faintly tell that she was smiling at me. "We'll see Izzy, I might just take you from Ivy myself."

I grin and chuckle, pulling my mask down. "She wouldn't be too happy about that, but I'm sure she'd let me go for the weekends and holidays."

Her laughter spilled into the alleyway as I dropped down the drain pipe.

I hoped I would see her again.

#marvel #marc spector #jason todd #jason todd x oc #jake lockley #steven grant #catwomen #selina kyle #dc batman #dc universe #poison ivy #pamala isley #dc robin #blackmask #vigilante #plants #chapter 5

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pawsitivevibe · 5 years

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Okay I'm currently reading Batman: White Knight and .... bad takes but good character designs. I like the art. Not the story. Comics be like that sometimes.

People keep suggesting "good" Batman storylines and then I read them and ... Do not like them. Just give me some that are like the animated series. I know they exist. No more grimdark edgy hot takes. This is why I thought I hated Batman and DC as a kid.

#Maybe I'll just re-read Gotham City Sirens again #Which tbh is so far my fave DC thing I've read #It's not even that good #And the art super isn't my fave #But I love it

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judysupremus · 3 years

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C'mon Man, Roller Derby Is Not a Crime - Chapter 9

*Thank you for reading ❤️

Damian walks her home in the early afternoon. They hold hands and she feels like she is exactly where she's supposed to be.

Every since Master Fu left she's felt alone. Chat Noir, Adrien, was always there for her and later when he couldn't Chloe was there. Her parents are wonderful and supportive and they believed her moving to Gotham would help. They weren't wrong.

Marinette pulls out her keys and goes to unlock her door but Damian puts a hand on wrist to stop her. She turns to look at him and freezes. He brings one hand up to her cheek and the other to gently cup the back her neck. He starts leaning in and Marinette closes her eyes. He brushes his nose against hers and she can feel his breath ghosting across cheek. He gently kisses each cheek and pulls away.

She slowly opens her eyes only to see him looking at her with a strange expression. "I'll see tomorrow, Marinette."

When Marinette goes to put her plants out the next morning there is another new one waiting for her.

She contemplates telling Damian but that would bring up questions she can't answer. And she forgets all about it when he takes her out for dinner.

It's easy to overlook the fact that the Waynes are rich and relatively famous. Add to it the fact that most of Bruce's children do not make public appearances. One of the last outings ended in abduction and a ransom.

He's reserved a secluded table in one of the fanciest restaurants Marinette has ever seen. If she wasn't a fashion designer she'd be worried about looking out of place.

Damian still gets recognized on their way out but his "Ice Prince" reputation keeps people at a distance. Again he only kisses her on the cheek and she assumes Dick has told him to romance her before that can happen.

The next morning Marinette finds that instead of a potted plant there is a new set of woodless graphite pencils and a large sketchpad.

She wonders if the peace offerings will keep going or if Multimouse should make an appearance so he can apologize properly. But she did say he'd never see her again.

The week continues and the gifts left are nice but not too personal.

Damian continues to spend more time with her and relaxes around her more. By the end of the week she stops asking to hold his hand and just takes it. He's only pulled away once and that was to open a door for her - his other arm was occupied by bags of fabric.

The Sirens don't have a match that Friday night but Jason and Damian go with her to watch the Brawerls and the Vigilantes.

They manage to stand right up against the boards and once the place starts filling with people Damian stands behind Marinette and braces his hands on the railing, keeping people at a distance. He feels like a hypocrite but he won't let anyone hurt her.

He doesn't particular enjoy being in any crowd. There are many variables but he was brought up to work through the things that make him uncomfortable. And it's worth it to see Marinette enjoy herself.

He and Jason get the benefit of having her explain the different strategies and random trivia.

But shortly after the second half starts they hear sirens. The warehouse was so full that night that the fire marshall was called and the game was cancelled. They manage to slip out with ease and end up going to eat.

Up until Marinette Damian didn't spend much time with his brothers, at least not outside of the mask. But now he does. She feels like the glue that holds them all together. Bruce brought them together and made them a family and a team. Now Marinette makes them harmonious.

It's been two weeks and Damian still hasn't kissed her.

---

Red Robin and Red Hood pass Marinette's apartment during patrol and Red Hood contemplates dropping in.

The plan was to draw her back out as Multimouse to talk to Robin or to get Marinette to slip up with one of them. But maybe they can talk to her now.

They're both standing on her balcony before it's been given much thought. Her dark curtains are mostly drawn but there is light coming from her kitchen window.

Marinette scares both of them when she sweeps the curtains aside and opens the balcony door. She giving them her best glare.

"Either come in or leave you two. I don't think having vigilantes lurking on my balcony is very safe."

"Uh, right."

"Yeah, of course."

They come inside and try to pretend that they've never been before. It's hard not to just start rummaging through her fridge or asking about her commissions. She makes them sit down in the kitchen and immediately starts making coffee.

"Sweet or savory?"

"What?" Red Robin asks. She's so no nonsense and bossy right now. He's used to her being competitive and demanding but that's when they play videogames.

She gives a beleaguered sigh. "Do you want a sweet pastry or savory one?"

"Sweet." Red Hood says it excitedly as he can see the gibassiers on the counter. Red Robin says it like she might poison him.

"Good." She sets everything down on the table and sits too. "Now, to what do I owe this pleasurable visit?" Marinette is channeling her Ladybug confidence, which has grown to be her Guardian cloak.

"We want to apologize for Robin." Red Hood says as he removes is outer mask and takes a bite of his pastry.

"He's been trying to apologize too but he's not the best at it." Red Robin confirms.

She didn't exactly expect this. The vigilantes are rough and hard working and they have to be - it's Gotham. Ladybug herself had to put a few civilians (Alya) in line when they were endangering themselves.

"Well, I'll consider forgiving him but only if you tell me how he figured out my identity."

"You would forgive him? Just like that?" Red Hood says surprised.

"I won't forget how unnecessary his methods were but I understand trying to inspire common sense in people who put themselves in danger." Marinette says magnanimously. "I also reserve the right to deck him. So, how did he figure me out?"

The vigilantes exchange a hesitant look.

Red Robin chooses to answer. "We can't really say right- hold on, let me finish." She had opened her mouth to argue. "We can't say right now. But we want to help you and if you agree we can tell you."

"What makes you think I need help?"

"You're vulnerable and in Gotham that's a death sentence for heroes."

"I don't intend to be a hero here. It was a mistake." Will she always regret her impulsive moment?

"We appreciate that but we also couldn't find anything solid on the heroes in Paris and what we could find was concerning." Red Hood starts to explain until Red Robin butts in, like he does.

"Your enemy and your allies just disappeared one day. We want to help you find out what happened and train you to fight."

Marinette chews her lip. They're giving her a lot of valuable resources. Batman and his team are the best known detectives and she'd be learning to fight from some of the best in the field. They already know one of her identities but there must be some kind of catch.

"What's the catch?" She finally asks and, holy cow, Red Robin finished his coffee fast.

"The catch? We want to help."

She raises her eyebrow at him. "You expect me to believe that you get nothing out of this? You want to help me from the goodness of your hearts?"

Red Robin and Red Hood exchange another look.

"We don't like having an unknown element out there. You're here in Gotham, so what if Hawkmoth follows you here. What if Ladybug and Chat Noir don't show up?" And she's practically one of them now. Even if Damian screws up Jason will always be her brother. They take care of their own.

She sighs.They have a point and one she's thought about before. Having a Hawkmoth in Gotham would be terrifying. Gabriel seemed to restrict himself to average civilians. What if Bane or, kwami forbid, the Joker were to be akumarized.

It's in both their best interests to work together.

"I'd like to speak to Batman before I decide." Marinette tells them with finality.

"That can be arranged. We'll be in contact." They both get up to leave but not before Red Hood steals another gibassier.

"Thank you, Marinette." Red Robin sincerely says.

For a moment she thinks Red Hood starts to hug her but stops himself. He ends up giving her an awkward pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks, LB!"

....

"What?!"

"Ah, shit."

---

Before she can spiral into a full freakout session Robin appears on her balcony.

Red Hood and Red Robin, or rather Jason and Tim, excuse themselves. Damian waits until she invites him in. This is not the way he wanted her to find out. Damn Jason and his big mouth.

He puts his hood down and removes his comm before taking a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, Marinette."

She's just standing there staring at him.

"The moment I realized you were Multimouse I felt sick. It's been torture not to tell you and apologize. I hope you can forgive me."

He can't quite meet her eyes and she's frustrated that she can't see his at all.

She sighs and walks over to close her curtains all the way. She comes back and stands close to him. Marinette reaches up to touch his mask and waits for his permission to remove it. He gives it, of course.

She pulls it away and looks into those green eyes she loves so much.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly and she can finally see in his eyes how much he means it.

"Is that why Jason punched you?"

"Yes."

She only backs up enough to be able to see his face fully and she crosses her arms.

"You let him punch you." It's not a question.

"Yes." He waits to see if she'll say anything more but the silence just continues to stretch. "I - I was raised to hurt people...to kill. It was only after meeting my father that I began to understand."

Damian hates how she just stands there and waits. He'd rather be slapped.

"I still hurt people with little remorse. It's not something I particularly like about myself but it is part of me."

He has to meet her eyes so he has no idea what she might be feeling. He knows that striking first and hard can mean a life or death difference, especially in Gotham, but she doesn't need him to stand here and give a monologue. So he finally meets her eyes.

"Please forgive me, Marinette. I never meant to hurt you."

The air leaves his lungs in relief as she hugs him. Damian wraps his arms around her and feels like the luckiest bastard.

"I forgive you. I'm still in shock, though, so I reserve the right to be mad later." She says into his chest.

"I would expect nothing less."

They stay like that for a while. He removes his gloves so he can stroke her hair. Eventually she moves her head so she can look up at him. He gives her a soft expression and brushes her hair behind her ear.

He watches her eyes flick to his lips and back to his eyes. Damian promised himself he wouldn't kiss her until she knew. Not only does she know but she's mostly forgiven him. So he leans down slowly, giving her time to move away, and kisses her softly.

#supremuswrites #daminette #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #roller derby fic

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