#Tim turned into a mush like

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, honestly confused as to how to feel about this episode, though probably time will tell. I do 1000% agree having an episode this packed following the off-brand cold case file episode was...a choice. Imagine how much more understandable Buck's choice would have been had we just come off the episode where Lev dies just as he figured happiness out?? Or Hen's forced to decompression after she just spent last episode going full speed 24/7?? Emotional continuity is a thing and I

feel like having a detective story in between just made things jarring. My favorite part of the episode was the Eddie and Chris stuff, which was excellent, but also contained to this episode (not to say every arc has to be contained, but if it's going to build over the season...). Anyway, as for Buck's story, we'll see where it goes. We all thought his obvious misery in 5a would lead to a reckoning in 5b and look how that turned out. Still it wasn't bad, just could've been better.

Okay but I am ABSOLUTELY with you on not knowing how to feel and I think part of that is because SO much was crammed into this episode that it didn’t feel like anything got the time to breathe! If they had trimmed down 6x03 and put part of this episode into it, we would have had time last week and this wee to see things like the discussion when the crew catches up after Chim got abducted and Buck almost got hit by that car, Maddie and Chim talking about their rough calls and finding some comfort in each other (I guess couples therapy is off the table? 🙄), and while that Buck/Hen scene was everything, I think he needed to talk to one other person and I get WHY it wasn’t Eddie yet (hopefully because when they DO talk about it, it will reveal some things but it’s been over a season and they haven’t talked about the shooting or will and not even about the tsunami or well incident soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️), but honestly I think the talk about his new self-help book/plan to say yes could have been the talk that happened with Eddie, and his talk with Maddie could have been about the Daniel of it all, and maybe about what happened with him and Chim and the near miss. But you’re also so right about the emotional continuity as well

I just think this episode was too packed and now we’re not even coming back to this storyline with Buck for another 3 episodes?! It all just still feels so messy. We have Buck off work with zero explanation (after last season was all about how they didn’t function correctly when they weren’t all together as a team), we have Hen asking for a second chance this week which was in the synopsis for NEXT week, no Madney couples therapy, who knows if May got dropped off at collage ever because we certainly didn’t see or hear about it or her after her quick spot in 6x02, Ravi’s name hasn’t even come up in 4 episodes, and Buck and Eddie have been so separated and not having conversations since 6x01 that even casual viewers are taking notice! And don’t get me started on that “I think curiosity killed the birdwatcher” nonsense. KR really thinks that if this show isn’t being a gritty police drama, then it’s just corny and unserious because, as I’ve said before, she just does not get the heart of this show. It used to be funny AND earnest, but now it just feels like it’s sometimes cold and like it can’t be earnest about it’s ridiculous calls, it has to be quippy like a tiktok video or something. They have to put in these scenes that say “we’re not REALLY caring about this man trapped under a tree, this is a dumb thing but we’re doing it *ironically* so you can’t laugh at us. IDK it’s just...off.

As for the sperm donor thing, I don’t even know how I feel. I figured he would lean towards yes but then after thinking make it a no, but committing like that makes me feel so bad for that couple if he changes his mind later. And I know everyone wants to talk about Daniel and the will, but also the way people are acting like a family history of cancer (which is incredibly common) is grounds to not father a child has rubbed me the wrong way and feels very...eugenic-y. Like, if he had a gf we might get one scene like we did with Maddie mentioning having a family history of cancer an that would be it! But while I do think the couple should be told about his family history, I don’t see why an otherwise healthy man shouldn’t be allowed to consider his genes being used to make a child. Plus who knows what kinds of other stuff his parents didn’t tell him or Maddie! Heart disease, diabetes, who knows what else is lurking in their family tree. Who knows what’s going on with the woman who will be carrying the baby and HER family history! It just feels weird that people are acting like Buck shouldn’t even be considered. Then there are the people hoping he’s infertile because for some reason the only way he can accept that he already has a family with Eddie is if he has NO option of ever having biological kids? (also, the friend is already infertile, which is why we’re getting this whole dumb thing, do we really think they would make Buck *also* infertile? They won’t even let him kiss a man (yet 🤞🏻) you really think they’re going to show him being unable to “perform”?) I think we all know Buck is not capable of walking away and hopefully the end result of this storyline is something good but right now it really feels like they just do not know what to do with him because they HAD the “oh” moment for Buddie a season ago in 4x13 and instead of leaning into it they swerved hard and Buck has just be circling in limbo waiting for it to be “time”. 

At least we got to see Hen/Buck drunk besties under far better and more fun circumstances (Eddie/Maddie drunk besties WHEN?!), Bobby was sooo Dad shaped this episode, ARMS!, Eddie being a great dad and being willing to open up to his family (118 and Ramon) to ask for help and advice, Chris is a pre-teen for sure and still just as much of a national treasure and I’m so excited to see him growing up and where this is going to go, and I don’t care what anyone says Noah is still such a sweet little bean. I will say for as packed as this episode was and as unfulfilled as I was with some of the things we didn’t get to see because this episode had too much going on, I did have fun while I was watching the episode, and I’m still very much excited to see what’s coming next. I feel like this sperm donor storyline as the potential to be like the Eddie/Ana storyline where it was rough the first go around because it didn’t make sense that after the things she said about Chris, why Eddie would want to be with her, but it DID give us some good insight into Eddie and the ending of that relationship was *chef’s kiss* and made it easier to watch again knowing how it ended, even if some of the choices along the way weren’t always great. (unlike the tay kay stuff which just got worse and worse and is rough to watch in s4 knowing how long it’s going to miserably drag out)

This is probably rambling and incoherent at this point (being back in the office 9 hrs a day is frying my brain) so sorry for the word vomit. Maybe over the next few days I’ll figure out how I feel about all this. Until then, thanks for giving me a reason to ramble. Glad to know I’m not the only one unsure of how to feel.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #my brain is mush #i feel like the show is much closer to normal than it was last season #but it's still missing *something* #and i feel like that *something* is a person in charge who understands the characters and the show #instead of someone who keeps trying to turn it into something else #also that demo drop speaks *volumes* about how people felt about last week and the direction the show is going #tim!! #come get your show tim!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

I had a very cursed thought and I'm choosing violence and making it Tumblr's problem:

Bruce had his thing with Talia. It led to the Stabby Child that is Damian.

Except, Damian has 2 dads.

Bruce, biologically his Father, and Daniel James Phantom, brought to their world by the Lazarus Pit, who "convinced Ras to retire" (aka turned his mind to mush through Eldritch Madness of Revelation). Talia took over, and, thinking herself The Chosen One, allowed the guy to court her.

In fact she isn't some Chosen One. She's a badass woman who could kill Danny easily, and he's very into that. And it's not helping that she's very attractive, and her kid is very feral and like to fight, like baby ghosts also like to do.

Eventually the Bats get wind that there's been a Change in Management in the League, and they come to investigate. Bruce expects the worst, Tim is just praying Ras is dead and he can get his spleen back, Jason is mildly disturbed that it might mean Talia is leading the Assassins, and Dick is keeping Gotham safe while the others are out.

They expect a cruel dictatorship, or a mound of corpses piles in a corner.

They did NOT expect to see a tiny Damian fight a guy dressed in League armor, a Cape and a crown of black iron, who could've been Wayne Adoption Bait if he was younger, while the guy laughs and corrects his form. Every blow the child is allowed to land simply passes through him.

Talia got herself a very comfy throne (Danny gifted it to her, saying some cheesy line like "no other would be fit for a Queen like you") made of Starlight and Ice, from which she can watch her on and her Beloved bond and train, while her new and improved League watch on as their Prince takes joy in his training and the pride his parents have in him. Soon he shall move to Gotham to meet his other dad, and learn from him as well, so he may know his family and make his destiny as he wishes.

TLDR: Danny is a simp for strong deadly lady and a good dad to her kid. She's indulging in his attention and caring. The bats are confused. Jason can feel the Ghost Adoption that will be coming his way when Danny "Ghost King" Phantom learns of his existence. The League of Assassins, even while they kill people to maintain Wolrd Order, treat Talia, Danny and Damian like the spies in SpyxFamily act towards Loid and Anya :)

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Talia: You can't adopt my love

Bruce: *closes mouth*

I go a little feral for Jason viewing Talia as his mom so I am 100% behind Danny adopting Jason. Maybe Tim follows him after learning what Danny did to Ras and let's him have his spleen back, tho only on the condition that his own doctors put it back in. Who knows what Ras has done to it and with ecto involved its better to be safe than sorry. Tim is amazed that they can put the spleen back in at all due to how long its been outside his body.

Is this going to turn Poly with Bruce/Talia/Danny? Cause I'd read that!

Lmao imagine everyone going on vacation in the Ghost Zone. I'd read that too!

#the alien answers #dp x dc #i noticed the Change In Management and im wondering if thats a reference to one of the fics ive inspired

[roxineedstosleep]

Thoughts on: the Yandere Batboys finally having a willing darling that actually genuinely loves not only them, but their family. Like a super sweet darling. But then finding out someone like Deathstroke is secretly trying to manipulate them/talking to them now?? Maybe even trying to take them away?? I dream like this and now I can’t get it out of my head- I just imagine someone as smart and as manipulative as Deathstroke of all people actually having a chance to fight the Batfamily..

Highly interesting detail.

After all, we are talking about the Wayne's, they were created as masters of manipulation and investigation. Batman and the whole Bat-family is, after all, from the beginning, a group of detectives who later became heroes or vigilantes.

A detail that, personally, many (including me) tend to forget because of all the action that goes into each of their cases.

So, manipulation and yandere… that goes hand in hand. No doubt about it.

I feel that, after so much time with the family, the SO is, sadly, fucked in the head.

What looks like good intentions are not, what doesn't look like good intentions is actually genuine concern. I would argue that the SO should be in a constant toggle and turn from hypervigilance to denatured disinterest. Something that would ultimately have the family concerned at different levels depending on the current state of their SO.

I mean, if he's in his hypervigilant season, no matter how much he's bequeathed to love all of them, the SO won't take any love or caring comments as such; so all the men in the family will have to act like real Oscar-winning actors and make everything they do look as realistic or sloppy as possible. And, the same goes for when the SO is in his season of disinterest or emotional slump.

I think a bit more like a shelter animal in a high care shelter …. will have its good times, its bad times and its extreme care times… it would just go from one extreme to the other quite often.

Now, this can be bad for the family, definitely, but I don't think so bad when it comes to having to see about strangers or potential dangers.

But, do not get me wrong, SO still loves the family!! Really!

But their head would be a little twisted after all their atemps to scape and that kind of suff. 

Case in point:

Bruce and his kids clearly hate it when their SO overthinks too much about the biscuits they've gotten him from the street; it hurts them a little to see the way their SO eats them and inspects them every so often or chews them to near mush and then pulls them out on a napkin. It hurts them because they know that SO, despite having accepted the biscuits, still thinks he's going to be drugged or something.

O They also worry when SO eats anything… literally anything that is put in front of him. Even when they could care less if the food itself has been pulled from the bottom of the fridge and has specks of mold on its packaging or peel. They even almost had to force themselves to vomit when they saw her nonchalantly eating one of the biscuits Tim had left on the kitchen counter…. a biscuit that had been left there for over a month and that no one had deigned to touch because it was next to his coffee cup (which had also been left behind).

Worse when they hypervigilate interaction with anyone other than themselves?

They feel a little less worried. Well, people are more driven by the concept of "Better a known evil than an unknown evil" anyway.

The only thing that eats away at them is when their OS is actually in total neglect mode. I mean, Damian once told them they could go hang out for as long as they wanted (sarcastically) and then they had to scour the entire mansion and surrounding gardens because their SO took it too literally.

And, when his SO is in a regular or healthier state, I think he would be cautious on a quiet level. He would only let himself be carried away by gossip that has a reason to be justifiable or reasonable. Beyond that I don't know how confident he is of the proposed arguments.

Sure, they'd get along well, and if DeathStroke has a sweet tongue and caramel words, I don't doubt he'd get on a cordial basis with SO, if he's been going along with the Yan Batfam for a while. If it was very early otdo, no doubt SO would actually try to escape with him, follow his words and doubts like a religion; but at this stage of the situation, where SO lives with the family and has so many traumas related to them and his failed escape attempts and manipulation, I think he would see that man more as a sad buffoon believing in his strength.

Even more so if it is from an enemy of his captor. Because, although it may not seem so, the enemy of your enemy is your friend is so unrealistic. The enemy of your enemy may be your colleague… but not your friend in this situation.

DeadStroke against Bruce might have an advantage, but against the whole family, I'm afraid not. Not unless you put a lot of SO on their side.

#yandere #yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere batboys #yandere batfamily x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere dc

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Spotify Wrapped Challenge 29: Who By Fire – Pj Harvey, Tim Phillips Reader x Jack Daniels

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: canon-divergence, grief, angst with a happy ending, fluff, unprotected PiV, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, teasing, emotional baggage. Let me know if I missed anything!

29: Who By Fire – Pj Harvey, Tim Phillips And who by fire, who by water Who in the sunshine, who in the night time Who by high ordeal, who by common trial Who in your merry merry month of may Who by very slow decay And who shall I say is calling? - Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @beefrobeefcal for betaing this! [AO3] Wordcount: 3.5k oops

You slump down into the pleather booth with a sigh, your bones ache. You just want to go home, forget about this wild goose chase, but there’s something boring into the back of your brain about it all. A nagging, errant anxiety worrying away at your mind.

You’ve been on Jack’s tail for months, unsatisfied by the account that he simply fell into an automatic meat grinder and met his fate. You’d heard it first hand and read every word of the after-action report, but you’re still not convinced.

First it was a sighting of a handsome man carrying an electrified whip, bloodied and broken at an ER in Dallas, then it was the CCTV footage at an ATM in Swindon, UK. You’d started to connect the dots; Jack Daniels is alive. Eggsy and Hart are convinced, devout even, that they saw him turn to mush in a blender. But there’s something in the back of your mind that gives you pause.

It’s all too convenient.

And that’s why you’re here, in a dive bar in Michigan, following one last lead before you finally throw in the towel. Your phone vibrates and you snatch it from your pocket, your stomach drops as you see the message on the screen.

Statesman HQ: Agent Whiskey, where are you?

You turn your phone off, ignoring your organisation’s check-in. This mission is off books. Personal. You nurse your scotch and wait. But it’s been two years, and the trail is running cold. It’s been weeks since the last tip, months since the last blurry photo sighting. But this was your last-ditch effort, intel from an old CI of yours.

Maybe I should just give up.

You think to yourself as you glance around the bar, your eyes flicking from patron to patron, desperately trying to find a ghost amongst the living.

“Y’always were a stubborn son of a bitch,” Jack’s voice slices through your mind like a blade cutting through paper. Loud, distracting, palpable.

You look up to see a grizzled, broken echo of the man you once loved. A patchy beard, unkept and scruffy peppering his jaw. His eyes are watery, broken as he looks down at you with despair.

“Jack?”

“In the flesh,” he wheezes as he settles down on the other side of the booth, his denim shirt and trouser combo stirring nostalgic desire in your gut. He always did manage to subvert expectations.

You sit there, a broiling tempest of emotions burning through you as you try to figure out what to say to him. You want to throw yourself at him, lose yourself in his familiar, strong arms. You want him to devour you like nothing happened.

But it had happened. So much has changed since you last laid eyes on him. You want to hate him, turn him in and let him suffer for his indiscretions. You want to claw at his face, gouge out his eyes and spit on his remains.

But you can’t.

“I’ve missed you,” you wheeze as you study his broken façade. You want to take him back to your motel, look after him. Anything to confirm this isn’t some sick joke.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you.”

The words hang in the air like a promise, a challenge.

“Bullshit, if you’d really missed me, you’d have let me know, given me something to tell me that you were alive!” you spit with a venom arcing from your tongue. Your eyes shedding tears unbidden as you try and reconcile almost two years of abandonment.

“You know why I couldn’t do that Sugar,” he sighs as he leans forward to take your trembling hands in his. Your gut twists at the nickname, something you’d lost along with him. Your sweetness, your joy.

You flinch at his touch, almost pulling away, almost keeping your dignity. But you don’t. You let him thread his thick fingers through your own. You let yourself feel at home in his touch. At home under his skin.

“Jack, we have to talk about it,” you breathe as you smooth your thumbs over the heel of his palms his well worn callouses are non-existent now. Yet, despite feeling so very different, he’s the same Jack, the same man you’ve mourned for two whole years.

“If we do, it needs to be somewhere private, gotta prove you’re not wearing a wire, Sugar.”

You frown at him, pulling your hands from his, anger slighting your ego as you begin to unbutton your shirt, willing to strip bare here to prove to him you weren’t. Your fingers tremble as you worry at the buttons, your gaze downturned as you concentrate.

“Sugar,” Jack warns as he leans over the table, grasping your wrists gently, pulling them away from your blouse, “Let’s take this back to my place.”

You look back up into those soft, chocolate brown eyes that glisten with desire after so long apart. You watch as his lips twist up into a smirk, the grin of a predator cornering his prey.

~*~

You watch Jack disappear inside his apartment building, waiting for the agreed amount of time before following him inside.

Your stomach flips as you watch the minutes tick by on your car stereo. After two long years, waiting five minutes should be simple, easy even. But your body vibrates with unease, it thrums with nervous energy as the seconds slip by slower than you could ever imagine possible. You tap your fingers on the top of the steering wheel, trying to disperse some of the kinetic energy tumbling through you on a loop as the time crawls by.

Four minutes fifty seconds go by, and you see a twitch of a curtain on the second floor, you know it’s him. You’ve waited long enough.

You dash across the empty street and bound straight up to the top step. The moment your foot connects with the concrete, you hear the sound of Jack buzzing you in before you’ve even lifted your arm to press the call button.

Your heart is racing as you ascend the stairs two at a time, heading for apartment 2B. You barely have time to register the clean, almost modern refit of the apartment building, your mind is focused on one thing and one thing alone.

Jack.

You reach the apartment door and knock firmly, bouncing from one foot to the other as you wait for Jack to answer. But you’re met with silence as you pound the door with your fist. Your heart sinks at the lack of response and your mind races as you fear the worst.

He’s gone. Again.

But before you could manifest your anger into anything physical, you hear it.

“Ain’t no grave, can hold my body down,” the sound of singing you’d thought long lost floats through the door, and you can’t help but laugh at his choice of song.

You push open the door, locking it behind you as you take in the well lived-in apartment. Two brown leather sofas angled just right at a TV hung on the wall. A coffee table strewn with ranching magazines and gun catalogs. A small kitchen-diner at the far end of the open-plan room.

You pause in your analytical scan of the room as you see the door at the far end ajar. You move on instinct, no longer thinking about danger nor consequences. You can only think about him, the man singing a dirge to himself in the shower. Waiting for you.

You push into the bedroom and smile at the open door to the ensuite bathroom, steam billowing into the dark room from the illuminated doorway.

“I see a single angel, and she’s coming after me.”

You shake your head at the modified lyrics as you shed your clothes in a pile at the end of the bed. You’re supposed to bring him in, that was your plan, you’re supposed to cuff him and take him back to HQ to prove everyone wrong.

But you didn’t really expect him to be alive, not really. You’ve been chasing ghosts just so you don’t have to admit to the desperate truth that he was really gone.

You lean against the doorframe and let yourself admire the view. On the sink sits a pile of prosthetics, skin and hair that you now realise formed the beard he was sporting in the bar. Then your eyes fall to the steamed-up shower door.

The glass is fogged up, leaving a view of his silhouette as he stands turned away from you. But you can see him without seeing him, you know every curve of muscle in his back, the swell of his ass, the scars and freckles that pepper his tan skin.

“You gonna stay out there starin’ like a pervert,” Jack calls through the barrier, “Or are ya gonna hop in and join me?”

You answer by sliding the warm glass door open, stepping in behind him as you trap yourself inside the modest steamy space. The door seals with a thud and Jack looks over his shoulder at you. Water cascades down the planes of his muscled form and it’s like seeing him anew, for the first time all over again.

You gasp despite yourself as you take in the strong curve of his nose. Then, the plush, pouty lips framed with his thick, dark moustache. His eyes glimmer as creases form at the corners, his lips curving up into a rapturous smile.

“Hey there sugar, you miss me?”

You grab Jack by the waist and spin him around, hands sliding up his slick, muscular body to tangle in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. You pull him down, lips crashing up into his as you press yourself against him.

It’s like a dam bursts, every pent-up moment of self-imposed isolation exploding into a rush of tears, arousal, and desperate moans. Your tongues clash and you whimper as he cups your cheeks with his broad hands. He nips on your bottom lip as he comes up for air, his strong nose bumping against yours as water flows between you.

His strong hands paw at your body, fingertips trailing over the swell of your breasts, tweaking at your nipples before shifting lower. His thick fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he rolls his painfully hard erection against your stomach.

“Didn’t let me finish my song,” he breathes as he presses his forehead to yours, panting wildly as water streams down both your faces.  

“You can sing later cowboy, dry off and meet me in bed.”

You growl as you grasp the base of his cock, giving him a gentle, barely-there tug before slipping back out of the shower. You hear him snarl behind you and you smirk to yourself as you grab a towel to dry yourself off as you practically dive onto the bed.

There’s a nagging in the back of your mind, telling you to stop before you get hurt.

But the voice is getting quieter and quieter with each passing moment. You finally have Jack back, your Jack. And for the first time in two years, you don’t feel alone, empty, broken. It’s like breaking through the surface of a lake you’ve been slowly drowning in, and breathing fresh, nourishing air into your deprived lungs.

The shadow in the doorway draws your attention and you gasp at the sight of Jack, leaning against the frame. His body is bathed in shadow but you can feel his eyes on you, predatory as his gaze roves over you.

“Jack, please.”

You hold your arms out as you spread your legs for him, no doubt putting on a show with how wet you are.

“Missed you, Sugar,” he says as he saunters over to the end of the bed, kneeling down on the edge as you feel his thick fingers ghost along your calves, “Should’a known you’d be the one to find me.”

“Just knew you were alive, couldn’t give up on you.”

“Stubborn as ever,” he chuckles as you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, you yelp as he yanks you down the bed. He spreads your legs wide as he settles his head between your thighs, moustache tickling against the sensitive skin there.

“Jack, fuck need your cock, please!” you whine, you’re already wet, you just want him inside you, fucking you until neither of you have anything left to give.

“No way,” he purrs as he nips at the soft flesh of your inner thigh, hands hooking under your knees to manoeuvre your legs over his shoulders, “Haven’t tasted you in too long Sugar, gotta remind myself how sweet you are.”

You prepare a witty retort, but it dies in your throat as he mouths at your clit. His tongue darts forward, teasing your swollen bud as he groans against your folds. He wastes no time, bringing a finger to your core, pressing slowly into you as he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit.

“Taste better than I remember,” he mumbles as he devours you, “Come for me Sugar and I’ll let you have my dick.”

You whine in frustration as you lock your fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer as he adds a second finger to your desperate cunt.

“Fuck, Jack. Missed you so much,” you wail as he curls his fingers up inside you, pressing into your g-spot with ease. You arch up off the bed as he licks broad, wet strokes over your clit, pressuring it just right as you feel your core tense. Pleasure burns under your skin as your spine tightens at the base.

“Missed you too,” he breathes as he looks up at you, admiring the way your face contorts in pleasure as you reach your peak, “Now come for me, show me how much you missed me.”

You come undone at his command, clenching hard around the fingers fucking into you at speed. Jack rolls his tongue over your clit again and again as you see stars behind your eyelids. You cry his name again and again as you come hard, pulling roughly at his scalp to bring him impossibly close as you grind your cunt up into his eager mouth. His moustache scrapes against your swollen folds and you whimper as overstimulation rocks through you.

“Such a good girl,” he groans as he places one last sloppy kiss to your clit before easing his fingers out of you. You whine at the lack of sensation, “You doin’ ok Sugar?”

“More than ok, c’mere,” you cup Jack’s cheeks with your hands and rub your thumbs over his cheekbones as you tug gently to guide him up to you.

He crawls up the bed, pushing your thighs further apart as he settles his pelvis between them. He leans down, the heft of his cock pressed between your bodies as he leans in. He rests his forearms either side of your head.

“I love you Sugar,” he croons as he places a soft kiss to your lips, barely there, tender, “Never stopped loving you.”

You kiss him back, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth as you savour the way his moustache tickles your skin. You commit to memory the way his strong body weighs on you, pinning you to the bed as you try – and fail – to arch up into his body. The corner of his mouth quirks up and his dick twitches as he feels you move under him.  

“Love you too Jack, always have, always will.”

“You ready for me?” he asks with a final nudge of his nose against yours as he shifts backwards, lining his tip against your core. You feel his silken foreskin glide through your folds as he nudges your oversensitive clit.

“Please, Jack. Please.”

You cry out as he presses slowly into you. Every ridge and vein pressing against your fluttering walls as you adjust around his girth. You wrap your ankles around his waist as you pull him down by the shoulders. Your lips crash together as you press your tongue into his mouth, desperate to feel him, all of him, as he bottoms out inside you.

You both gasp at the sensation as you come up for air, foreheads pressed together as you pant into the air together breath intermingling as you smile up at him. He grins back down at you as he strokes the side of your face with one hand, the other palming your breast.

“So fucking beautiful Sugar.”

“Right back at you cowboy.”

You roll your hips up as you drop one hand to your clit, the other planted on Jack’s shoulder, anchoring you to him.

“Fuck me Jack, make me scream.”

Jack growls, the vibration coming from deep in his chest as he pulls almost all the way out. He snaps back into you without warning as he fucks you hard and fast. You rub desperately at your clit as every snap of his hips sends shockwaves through your body.

“Always so fucking good for me,” Jack pants as he fucks down into you frantically, rolling his hips at the end of every thrust. You whine at every press of his cock against your g-spot, at every circle of your fingertip on your swollen bud.

It’s like no time has been lost between you, both of you working in perfect rhythm as you use each other to chase your high. You cant your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper, pressing him harder inside you.

Jack grunts above you as he feels your cunt spasm around him, his own release painfully close as you feel your second orgasm cresting with him. He snarls your name over and over with every staggering thrust as his rhythm gets sloppy.

“Come inside me Jack, fill me up,” you whine as you feel the hot burn in your core, pleasure streaking through you as you cry out, coming hard around his cock. Jack hisses as he feels your pussy clamping around him as he tries to hold on a little longer.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck!”

Jack buries himself in your wet heat, pressed to the hilt as he comes hard. You feel him pulse inside you as he paints your walls with his spend. Rope after rope fills you up as he falls forwards, catching himself on his forearms just in time to stop your heads clashing together.

You lie there for some time, shuddering through aftershocks together as you trade sloppy kisses. You come up for air every now and again as you giggle together, elated energy buzzing between you as you both come down.

“Need to clean up,” You whisper into the dark room as you trace swirls and patterns against Jack’s shoulder with your fingertips.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your nose before pulling out, immediately your combined spend drips from your cunt and you shiver at the sensation. Jack takes you by the hand and you fall into a familiar routine. Both of you pee, both of you clean up with a hot towel. Then Jack goes to get you both a bottle of water and some snacks.

“You ok there, Sugar?”

He asks as you feel the bed dip under his weight, your eyes fluttering open to look up into his concerned face.

“Better than ok, baby,” you sigh as you take the water bottle from his hand, snuggling into his side once you take a big gulp before setting the bottle on the nightstand.

“Good, good.”

You lie there together, unspeaking as you allow yourself to forget the anguish of the last two years. You forget about the pain and the hardship. You remember the good, the love, the promise that you once shared.

You begin to drift off but something in your chest aches for validation, for security.

“Don’t leave me again.”

You whisper into his chest as you cling to him, desperation getting the better of you.

“This is my house, Sugar.”

“You know what I mean,” you grumble, and he turns over to drape his strong thigh over your hips, pulling you against him with a strong hand cradling the back of your head. He cages you in fully, wrapping you in his embrace.

“I do, and I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

You grunt your assent to his promise and allow yourself to smile, unburdened for the first time in a very long time.

“Love you, Jack.”

“Love you too,” he whispers your name into your hair and the two of you sleep soundly for the first time since you were parted two years ago.

Fuck the consequences, you would leave everything behind for him. And you know that he will too.

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[theawkwardanglophile]

What are your top 5 episodes??

I should have seen this coming! 😂 Thanks for the ask, Sarah, and I’m sorry I didn’t get this out sooner. My brain was mush the past couple of days and I wanted to give this my full attention when I made my decisions. And, man, I DELIBERATED on this! My criteria were episodes that were Chenford-heavy, so some eps that have like one big amazing Chenford scene (4x18 for example) were left out. And I'm sure this might change at some point, but I feel pretty good about where everything landed for now. So here we go….

5x12 Death Notice This ep just has EVERYTHING: the end of their era of riding together, being flirty at work, ridiculous married vibes (the lint picking??), LUCY LESSON (how did it take them 5 years to come up with the greatest term to counter Tim Tests? Bring back Lucy Lessons in S6!), the lengths they both will go to for each other, Tim's talk with Grey, and of course, NAKED TIME. And that doesn't even cover all of it. I just love it to pieces.

5x10 The List The absolute high this episode gave me, after a full month of bliss already with them being canon. The most delicious rom-commy cold open that I could have hoped for, trying on their entire closets and then being so painfully, adorably awkward on their date. Then Tim and Lucy being ANYTHING but subtle at work, which is just so hilarious considering they can be so stealthy when needed on the job, but trying to hide their relationship? Umm, y'all weren't fooling anyone. Maybe Nolan. And the precious first/second date at the end. The GRANDKIDS, the SMILES, the KISS. Perfection!

4x09 Breakdown An Eric Winter master performance. I just wanted to hug Tim throughout the ep. Luckily, Lucy was there for that job, and what a hug it was! Tim lets go completely and sinks into her, all his walls down. He felt so safe with her. I love how her opinion of him means everything, and she was quick to offer reassurance (I truly believe her words in 4x08 were just a slip of the tongue). But I also love how Lucy is just doing life with Tim, the things that matter. Where was Ashley, hmmm? It's Lucy that's there helping with such a significant job of remodeling Tim's childhood house, and doing some wonderful future sister-in-law bonding with Genny. Also, Tim and Lucy power-walking through the station in plain clothes? A VIBE.

4x12 The Knock The most insane double date ever? My gosh, this ep has so much fun stuff in it, so many little details, that even though Lucy started dating Chris, and Ashley decided to turn a blind eye and continue dating Tim, after watching this I had never been more convinced that Chenford was endgame. Every part of the double date is gold, and Tim and Lucy's scenes on the job beautifully showcase how seamlessly they work together (and their total lack of personal space). LOVE IT.

2x13 Follow-Up Day This ep was an early fave, and still holds a special place. TIM GAVE UP A PROMOTION FOR LUCY. Way before Court Liaison there was THIS. Lucy is his biggest cheerleader this whole ep (and, you know, always), and Grey's knowing looks during the test score scene is *chef's kiss*. And the scene outside the bakery is everything. Their faces say so much! They were being such flirts in S2, to the point that I originally wondered if they might actually start something later that season. THAT'S how powerful that scene was.

Honorable mentions:

2x11 Day of Death I know, I know, and part of me feels like it should be in the top five. I mean, it is without a doubt one of the best episodes, if not the best, they ever made. It's so powerful, and was the turning point in my shipping, because I'd only been mildly intrigued by Chenford in a few S2 eps, but DOD cemented me as a full-fledged shipper (little did I know it would become my best shipping experience of all time). But it can be a hard one to watch, and I just love those others a tiny bit more.

5x08 The Collar There are so many moments to love in this ep. It truly changed everything with Tim and Lucy, and the more I've seen their talk outside at the end, the more it grows on me. It really is so them. Even though they become CANON in this one, I think because there is so much clueless Chris, and the tough scene with the first bomb victim, it just didn't quite make it to the top 5.

3x09 Amber Anyone who was around when this aired knows we all lost our minds pretty good with this ep. It grew on me more and more over time, and I love it so much. The whole confession scene still might be the longest uncut Chenford scene...ever? Just them talking in the shop. It's insanely wonderful! And this ep gave us Parking Garage Face and the beginning of a brand new chapter with Tim and Lucy.

5x01 Double Down Editing to add this one, because I started questioning everything, and it did NOT feel right to leave this one out. What a fantastic collection of moments. The airplane kiss is top tier, HANDS, the gorgeous shots of them in the car in Vegas, it doesn't feel like pretend, etc. And even though I'm so glad they didn't cheat, I'll never be over the fact SHE OPENED THE DOOR FOR HIM AND HE WENT IN.

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[lorena-art]

Traces of Magic on the Asphalt

If Bernard had known what he was getting into when he set out to investigate the centuries-old conspiracy in Gotham, he'd probably… nah, whoever he's trying to kid, he would have done it anyway.

or a little unfinished drabble about Timbern where Bernard is a conspiracy theorist and Tim is the conspiracy.

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Listen, Bernard loves his conspiracy theories.

The idea of uncovering secrets that have been jealously hidden, the act of knowing, of knowing something that few others do gives him a sense of fulfillment that few other things achieve.

He knows that most of the time what he finds is garbage, carefully planted to divert attention and entertaining enough to keep him distracted at times, his attention captured momentarily before he returns to the hunt.

But there is no way his attention can be taken for long before he returns to the path he has laid out for himself. The path he decided on when, at the age of ten, he was saved from the white, green and red jaws of death by that little feathered monster in red and black.

Robin (The third).

He remembers it clearly, even as other memories of his childhood fade and are gradually lost among the recesses of his brain, even as he cannot, for the life of him, remember what birthday present his parents gave him that year or the address of the house in which he lived the first years of his life. 

He distinctly remembers walking to the store just a couple of blocks away to buy a ice popsicle with a couple of loose change he found in the washing machine. A heat wave was stalking Gotham and his parents forbade him to turn on the air conditioning until they got home to save electricity.  He remembers being on his way back from the store savoring his prize, when someone had grabbed his free hand and started pulling him toward the alley.

"Junior, son" he remembers the voice, mocking, sour and frightening "Let's go home to mommy."

He remembers letting go of the ice popsicle from fright, trying to free himself and yelling at the figure that his name was not "Junior" and to let go, only to be met with a face that still haunts his most terrifying nightmares to this day.

The wax doll-like face, white and bony, his green eyes glowing and a smile of yellow, rotting teeth framed by red lips that opened far wider than human faces allow.

He remembers screaming for help and being mysteriously ignored as the alley grew closer and the terrifying monster's grin grew bigger and bigger.

"We'll be a happy family, you'll see Junior" the thing hummed and Bernard had felt himself about to vomit when the smell of something very rotten hit his nose and made his eyes water with disgust and not just fear "Just a few fixes and you'll be my perfect child."

Remembers the door that appeared at the end of the alley. It was painted in bright, festive colors, with stars and colorful balloons painted on the frame, identical to what a funhouse would look like. The door had opened, letting him see a black, slimy tunnel inside, and at ten years old he knew from the bottom of his heart that if he went in there, he would never come out again.

He remembers crying out loud and biting his captor's arm (he would never forget the taste of rotting flesh in his mouth) as he was slowly dragged toward the open door that was not far from a mouth preparing to swallow him.

Then he saw it.

A black and red shadow that threw itself from the roof screeching a war cry, landing on the kidnapper and severing the arm that held him with a jagged slash of its razor sharp claws. Bernard fell on his backside as he witnessed his attacker being turned into sticky mush that seeped between the alley drains, flooding the whole place with an indescribable odor.

He remembers to turn around and vomit up the contents of his stomach.

He didn't realize how much time had passed until he felt a hand tentatively stroking his back, trying to soothe him.

The bird boy (as he would call him until he discovered the legend of Robin) stayed there until he could breathe properly and had calmed down enough for them to get him away from the alley and the rotting mass they had left behind.

The bird boy was about his age. His body was a mixture of bird and human. The most striking features of his appearance were the red wings on his back and his legs, deformed to resemble those of birds, ending in long, strong, twisted fingers with claws, which he had smashed Bernard's kidnapper.

Robin covered him with those wings and comforted him, carrying him to the door of his house, while assuring him that he was safe.

"Don't go out alone from now on" the bird boy had warned him pointing at him with one of its black talons "That will find another corpse to inhabit and might come after you again if you caught its eye" there was a movement and the creature was perched on one of the light poles that lit the entrance to Bernard's building "Take care of yourself, child"

"Bernard" had managed to get that one word out of his mouth at the end of their interaction.

It had brought a smile to Robin's face.

"Take care, Bernard."

When the boy bird finally took off, Bernard found himself holding an ice pop of the same flavor he had dropped. Even to this day, the sense of security that coursed through him every time he thought of his rescuer was strong.

And he never forgot him.

And even better, he never stopped looking.

And now another ten years in the future, he is very close to finding it.

Bernard moves slowly and plugs another piece of red wool into his board.

The entire view of his room is a jumble of photographs, documents (all written down, to avoid virtual espionage) and maps of the city.

all connecting perfectly to give him the answer he have been looking for.

The red threads are tightly entangled and connected in the center of his board over the Wayne family photograph.

Or rather, the former protectors of the city.

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[anjuschiffer]

Repairing a Broken Hero (if you can even call me that...)

I'm not dead!

But I should really be working on wrapping up lose ends with my fics

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Chapter 2

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“Offline?” Blue Beetle whispered as he kept staring at the projector in the common room, the map of Gotham looking back emptily towards him. Where was she?

Where was the other Beetle? She was finally warming up to him, where did she go?

“There’s no way.” Garfield whispered, wondering how he was supposed to tell Virgil the news.

“What do you mean she’s-“ Cass stopped herself from talking, not wanting the second part of her sentence to end up true. There’s no way Red Beetle -no, Ladybug. There’s no way a Ladybug was defeated by a Gotham villain!

As OFFLINE continued to blare at their faces, only one member got up to figure out what went wrong with Red Beetle’s mission. While he let the other members panic, he solely made his way to where he last saw his mentor.

He watched as a red blur zoomed out the conference room.

“B, what’s going on?” Robin quickly asked as he watched Batman walk out of the same conference room the red blur emerged from. “The others are speculating and there’s-“

“We lost contact with Red Beetle. But that’s all we know so far. As for her being alive or not-“

“B!”

“We have yet to know that for sure. After all,” Batman took out a device and showed Robin, a dull colored ladybug appearing on the screen. “Her vitals are still running. We may not know her location, but we know she’s still-“

“It’s gone.” Robin unintentionally announced, only realizing his mistake when his team members ran up to the duo. 

“What’s gone?”

“She had a second tracker?”

“How the fu-“

“What is going on?” Black Canary interrupted, wondering what the hell Batman was doing that caused a group of teens to huddle around him. “Why-“

“Red Beetle has gone MIA.” Jaime softly answered, continuing to stare at the projector. He slowly turned to Canary, mushed tears pooling in his eyes. ¿Dónde está? ¿Dónde está Mari?”

Robin stiffened at that name, stopping himself from looking at his mentor. 

How did Jaime know that? How did he know RB’s identity?

“B, what are we-“

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bruce knew that he was wasting time by just standing there, the teenagers around him voicing their concerns clawing at his guilt even more.

“I’ve already have Flash investigating the scene,” Batman’s voice boomed, causing everyone to settle down. “But we still need more eyes to search-”

“We’ll do it!” Jaime volunteered, the others nodding their heads in agreement. “We can help-”

“No.” Dinah shut down, glaring at Bruce. “You’re all not in the mindset to be helping with the search.”

“But-”

“Robin will keep you posted.” Batman spoke, said teen looking at Bruce with wide eyes. “Any updates we get on Red Beetle will be relayed to him and he in turn will relay it to you all. For now, all of you need to remain here.” 

As Bruce walked towards the zeta tubes, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around, only to find Tim standing in front of him, looking at him with worried eyes.

“B…I can do more than just relay information. I can help search.”

“Robin. We need more than just eyes to search for her. More specifically, we need someone who rivals my network of information who also happens to know Gotham like the back of his hands.” Tim didn’t like this news one bit.

“You can’t seriously be talking about Red Hood, are you?” When Bruce didn’t answer him and only turned around to continue walking, Tim could only feel his gut twist. “B, you guys left on bad terms the last time you spoke to each other,” he reminded him. “I don’t think-“

“I have to try.” Was all Bruce said as he plugged in his coordinates.

“Recognized: Batman 02.”

With that, Bruce let the group of teens behind with a single thought in their minds:

Will they actually see Red Beetle again? Or was she actually dead?

---

Red Beetle woke up with a fright, quickly bringing back up her transformation and almost decking Mr.Freeze when he was about to push her back down into bed. She retracted her fist when she saw his shocked face.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

“You need to rest.” He said as he leaned her back down. 

“I’m fine now.”

“You weren’t a few minutes ago.” She watched as Mr.Freeze went to check on her vitals via the machine next to her bed. “Have you ever had your body temperature drop below 97 degrees before?”

“97…degrees? You meant that in Fahrenheit, right?”

“In other words, 36 degrees Celsius.” 

“Ah…no…or rather, not that I remember it going below that…” She watched as he hummed, watching him scribble something down before looking back at the monitor. “Did I go below that?”

“You did. Your body temperature went to almost 26.11 degrees for ten minutes before it started to escalate back up.” Red Beetle felt her heart stop. “Had your temperature gone past that or had I not treated you quickly to bring back up your temperatures …I don’t think you would be here right now.”

A silence fell over them, a silence that slowly began to thicken too much for her. Especially after finding out she could’ve been dead… 

“So,” Red Beetle decided to speak up. “Am I in your lab?”

“More like a hideout of you would please. If you consider a giant cooler to be any type of proper housing.”

“Abandoned ice cream factory?” Guessing from his expression, she was right. “It’s one of the few places in Gotham where you could find a cooler big enough to act as a one floor home, er, lair… lab thing.”

Red Beetle hated the silence that began to return. “So…how exactly did I…what exactly happened?”

“Have you always been prone to getting cold?”

“Um, no…I mean, as of late, yes. But not before…I guess I have been getting more prone to the cold for the past year…”

“So never when you were a child or two years ago?”

“No.”

“I see…” Mr.Freeze adjusted the bed to let her sit up, handing her over a small bowl of soup. She accepted it, but didn’t eat it just yet. “I’m guessing this only started recently and probably having to deal with your powers then. Your magic, I’m assuming.”

“That…that would make sense.” Red Beetle murmured to herself.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You see, my magic was given to me from what some people would call a goddess. She blessed me with powers attuned to my creativity but themed me with the features of a ladybug, hence the red and black theme of my suit. However, the more attune I become with my powers, the more attributes I share with that of an actual ladybug. Of oof said features is being weak to the cold.”

“Interesting.” Mr.Freeze stated, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw her lifting a spoonful of the soup to her mouth. 

“So, what are we going to do now?”

“What do you mean by that?” Red Beetle gulped down the rest of the soup, gently placing it on the thick layers of blankets covering her. 

“I meant…well, considering that I failed my mission and that you’re taking care of me even after I basically was trying to kill you…” Red Beetle huffed. “I can’t go back to the Justice League, now can I? I boasted about being able to take down any villain thrown my way and yet here I am, having a bowl of soup with him.” Red Beetle motioned to the bowl before sinking into the pillow that was propping her up. She then sighed. “What a failure… and seeing as I’m not a person worthy to become a part of their team, I have no choice but to go back into working solo.”

“Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” When Red Beetle glared at him, it took a while for him to remember she did in fact not have a place to go back.

“It’s not any different from what I’ve been doing, but seems like I have to go back into-”

“Guess that makes two of us.” Mr.Freeze gave out a chuckle upon seeing her bewildered face. “Beetle-”

“Marinette.” Red Beetle corrected. “My name is Marinette.” Marinette repeated, dropping her transformation.

“Well, Marinette. Seems like the two of us would have to go into hiding.”

“Why you?” 

“I managed to take you off their grid after bringing you to my hideout.” He showed her a picture of a tracking device no bigger than an ant. “The minute I disabled this, it pronounced you MIA, but seeing as the Justice League will be searching for your body, only to find nothing, I will be their first suspect. 

And seeing as I can’t afford to leave you alone in your condition, I have no choice but to remain out of their sight.”

“I appreciate your concern but thanks. I’ve been working solo for two years, what’s another two or more?” Marinette hated the look on Dr.Freeze’s face. “Look, I’m not a chi-”

“Victor.” Victor cut her off. “My name’s Victor Fries as I’m sure you quite well know as it was more than likely included in my file that the Justice League gave you before your…mission.”

“Well, Victor. I’m not a child and can fend for myself.” Marinette got up from her bed, or at least attempted to as the moment her foot touched the floor, she could barely stand. Victor ended up having to catch her before she met the floor. 

“Well, it seems like you're not fit to be on your own at this moment.”  

“I guess,” Marinette winced as she was helped back into the bed. “I’m staying here until I recover.” Marinette then grinned. “And if that’s the case, I’d like a full tour of your place!”

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Bruce knew better than to try and waltz in, but he also knew that there was no other way for Jason to hear him out unless he came here through the front doors. 

The minute Bruce, or rather Matches Malone, entered the bar Red Hood occasionally visited and was known as his “main base”, there was already a bouncer ready to attack him.

The brawl didn’t last long, Malone having knocked the last bouncer down when another figure appeared, quickly bringing up Red Hood and how he wanted to speak to him.

He was guided into a room and then taken down a hidden staircase where a bodyguard guided him to another floor filled with gambling tables and pools. 

Passing the drunken men and pickpocketing strippers, Malone was shoved into the last room where a figure from the shadows approached the lone desk sitting across the room.  

“I thought I said I didn’t want to see your face around here, Malone.” Red Hood growled, sitting down.

“I need your help.” 

Silence filled the room before Hood bursted out into laughter, his laughter booming even through his helmet. 

“You? You need help?” Hood’s laughter roared even more. “Whatever happened to the oh so great detect-“

“One of the members we were in the process of testing went missing.” 

“And how is this my problem?” Red Hood scowled. “Whatever happened to using your precautions to ensure that your pawns are kept in-

“She went missing while fighting Mr.Freeze. One minute she was online and the next she was gone. A few minutes later, her tracker proclaimed her dead.”

“Did someone go to check her last known location?”

“They’re on-”

“Then you can leave.” Red Hood leaned back into his chair. “Stop wasting our time and wait for the report and-”

“They’re not going to find anything there and that’s why I need your help. The tracker proclaimed her dead and yet the way it went out indicated someone managed to-”

“You don’t need me, Malone.” Hood sternly said. “You have the tools to search for her, you have the people to help you find this new recruit. You don’t need some lowly crime boss to send his people to find one of yours.

From the looks of it, the only reason you would ever need my help is because you want to cover something up…am I wrong?”

“I made sure that this mission was one that she could handle and prove herself.” Malone defended himself. “ I analyzed all the possibilities and possible obstacles that may arise and gave her a mission in which guarantees her with outcomes where she had the least amount of  injur-”

“Why the fuck would you do that to her? If you were so worried about her, then why did you send her out? Why did you make her into one of your damned soldiers then?” Hood slammed his hands on his desk. “You should’ve-”

“She needed something to wake her up from her trance…to-”

“By making her take down one of the many problems of Gotham? Some newbie who doesn’t know the first thing about-”

A large slam rang throughout the room as Bruce placed a folder on his desk, bewildering Jason because…

That was the slimmest folder Jason had ever seen on a person’s background check that Bruce himself conducted. 

Jason carefully picked it up, opening the folder to only find student records of- 

“How old is she?” Jason whispered, staring at the photo clipped onto the file. She looked no older than 16 and yet, the daunting look in her eyes  that stared back at him soullessly made a shudder  run down his spine. 

“She just turned 19.”

Jason flipped between the five pages of academic reports and a few notes regarding her lifestyle.

How she graduated the top of her class, her endless wins at fashion competitions, her volunteer work and her small resume of odd jobs she did for a while before her parents’ death. 

Unfortunately, after her parents’ death, so did her life. She withdrew her application from multiple universities and sold off the bakery her parents once proudly owned. She canceled the renting of the place she lived at and from there on, her life seemed to have stopped.

Nothing else was found about her, her classmates not knowing about her whereabouts either.

She just…stopped existing. “She reminded me of you after you found out about your mother…” Bruce admitted, “She reminded me of Dick after he lost his parents…

Lost, confused, searching for answers…

As it turned out, I wasn’t far from that.

Reaching out to be part of the Justice League was an excuse she made to ask us for help in finding her lost partner. 

Or rather, an old classmate of hers. 

She hadn’t been able to contact him in a while since his father’s death and was very worried about him. She tried calling his aunt in London but she didn’t get anything regarding the boy. So she started to search for any clues of her whereabouts through her own means…

But I wasn’t going to let her search for him in the form of invading other people’s privacy nor through sacrificing her sanity.

So I gave her a mission to help her clean her thoughts out and figure out how she was going to search for her friend… I didn’t think she would-”

“I need you to leave.” Jason spoke, sliding the folder back to Bruce. “Now.” It only took a small instance for Bruce to see what was going on. 

“Keep the folder.” Bruce softly said. “’ll keep searching for the girl. I’ll let you know if I find her.”

Bruce looked at Jason one last time, wondering what expression he had under his helmet. But he didn’t need to see it to have a rough idea of what it looked like. Instead, he simply turned around and left. 

Jason listened as Bruce’s steps grew quieter, listening as the door to his office shut closed. 

Jason stared at the file under his hand, crumbling it before throwing it off his desk.

Jason slumped back into his chair, slowly taking off his helmet as he was finding it too awfully stuffy, peeling off his domino mask that was starting to become uncomfortable, which finally let his unshed tears spill over.

He used the palm of his hand to wipe them off, irritating his cheekbones with the amount of tears he was crying out.

Why was he trying so hard to find the girl?

Why was he so damned worried about her so much?

Why didn’t he just accept her possible death?

Why did he still think she was alive?

Why?

“Why didn’t you do this for me, Pops?”

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Marinette reprimanded herself when she realized she was about to touch yet another thing Victor told her to not touch…but could you blame her?

With every step they took, Marinette became enthralled by the tubes and pipes that twirled around the lab, the machinery that would occasionally tick or beep as they walked around.

Victor took the time to answer all her questions, let her pick up finished weaponry and even allowed her to input some ideas of her own to improve them, something she didn’t know she missed doing.

But all of that curiosity stopped the minute Victor took her to his most precious creation.

She felt her body shake violently as Victor opened up the door to the room that held said creation, Marinette hearing her heart in her ears and the world around her becoming silent.

She could barely hear Victor call her name out as she took wobbling steps towards it, hearing shaky breathes come out of her.

Why…

Why did he have this?

Why was this here?

“Mom?”

Adrien’s voice rang in her head as she stood mere centimeters away from the stasis chamber in front of her, Marinette finally coming to her senses when she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

She quickly grabbed it, pulling it downwards and slamming Victor onto the floor, digging her knee onto his back, and holding a knife against his neck that she had hidden on her person.

“Victor, why the hell do you have this in your possession?” 

“Mari-”

“Tell me!” Marinette demanded, pressing the knife further into his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way it shaked in her hand.

“Because I made it. I’m the one who made the world’s first ever cryogenic freezing chamber.”

But, I must confess one thing.

I’m not the only one in the world with this device. There it yet one other individual who also had this commiss-”

“Who was it?” Marinette practically screamed, Victor wondering what triggered the girl to cause her to behave this way. “Who asked you-”

“Agreste. Gabriel Agreste. He’s the person who commissioned one for him many years ago.”

NEXT

#maribat #maribat post hawkmoth

[disniq]

sending you hugs, dear gentleperson. i have nothing really useful to add except i am willing titans!jay to add shredded beef to his omelettes. also, i don't think we've discussed this yet, wouldn't tim be able to teach him how to cook a decent meal?

Ahhh, thank you, lovely <3 received with eternal gratitude! Also this is much nicer to think about before I go to bed. Also also, I apparently need to try shredded beef in my omelettes lol

I think with titans!Tim it can go one of two ways.

EITHER Tim knows exactly what he's doing because his mother owns a restaurant and Janet Drake is going to make damn sure any son of hers can feed himself (and his friends and/or romantic interests) adequately as a matter of personal pride and reputation

OR Tim shows about as much interest in his mum's work as most other teenagers - which is to say; absolutely none at all - and it's not like he's ever gonna go hungry because *his mother owns a restaurant*

I can't decide which I like more because on the one hand; Jason teaching Tim to fight while Tim teaches Jason how to cook is sweet. But on the other hand; both of them having no clue what they're doing, trying to make something simple together and getting distracted flirting and they somehow manage to turn a pot full of spaghetti into inedible mush 🥰

#thank you for this it cheered me up considerably 💛 #asked and answered #titans (2018) #tim drake #jason todd

[chenfordspiral]

When tim said lucy is different I was like hmm buddy are you sure? It's clearly not just a personal issue, nyla is very different from isabel too and still uc work ruined her life. I like that he wants to stay supportive but lucy better realize quickly what uc work does to a person and their partner

I really believe he believes it. And I believe it, too. Because I'm certain that there were many reasons why UC did to Isabel what it did. Ultimately, I think it just kind of shows that neither Isabel nor Nyla were with the right person. Because if they had been, they wouldn't have kept as many secrets from their partners. But I could be wrong.

And I think that's where the "Lucy is different" part comes in. Tim and Lucy are each others person. Lucy likes to talk things out. No, she couldn't share everything with Tim after an op, but she'd find a way to talk about the important things. The things he could help her with.

I've never been a fan of her going UC simply because of who she is as a person. But I could understand why she chose that in season 3. Now, things are VERY different for her. Not only did she miss out on Jackson's last few weeks of life because she was UC, Tamara has also become an even bigger part of her life. And now she's actually in a committed relationship with a guy she sees a future with. That's gotta make her think about what UC would mean not just for her, but for them. And I think it has.

To me, she didn't look all that convinced in that last scene. If you ignore Tim for a second and focus on Lucy, you can see that the wheels are turning in her head. Yes, she said she loves UC, but she already knows that Tim would be hurting, despite his "reassurance" that he would be okay. She's already thinking about what it could mean for them and their relationship. What it could mean for her to be gone for months. To not see him as much.

But I think as long as Tim isn't completely honest with her, and keeps being supportive, she won't make that decision. It'll probably take a traumatic experience or two, or an op to go completely sideways, or whatever, just something for her to truly see it, and for him to be truly honest with her. I know it'll probably hurt like a bit** but it'll be necessary to move that storyline forward.

I know they'll make it work, that there won't be a break up or even taking a break, because that wouldn't solve the problem. The only way to solve the problem is by talking about it. The only question now is whether that will happen this season or at the beginning of 6.

And honestly, I'd very much like to see Lucy thinking about another career path and choosing something different next season. It would be a very interesting storyline imo - having basically decided to go one way only to see "no, this isn't what I want" and choosing something else? Yeah, I'd love to see that. Because it would be such a strong and powerful storyline imo, to show that you can admit that something wasn't right for you. Or that you value a different aspect of your life more.

I don't mind her becoming a detective, at all. But I think I'd love to see her get on a similar path as Captain Andersen: a woman of color in a position of power in an otherwise male dominated job.

But we'll have to wait and see.

Hope I could provide a little more "insight" or whatever and that this made sense. My brain feels like mush now. Help. 😅

#anon ask #answered #chenford #aaaand one more “rant” #whoops. #but i think i'm done now. #but i still need to chill - it's a TV show #but i just love them so much #and want them to be happy

[enbyeddiediaz]

Lucy's a stronger man than I am bc if Tim Bradford smiled at me like that I would turn into a pile of mush and lose the ability to move my limbs

#NO BUT HE'S SO HAPPY #AND SHE'S SO HAPPY #im just wjfkskkfkejfkejflekfkf #liz rambles #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

[potterandpromises]

sorry for not winning you an arcade ring: chapter 2

In which our lovebirds (don’t) talk about things. 

See chapter 1

Also on AO3

(Picks up a few hours after the end of the last chapter.)

Mabel sets two mugs and a carton on the table. Gut Milk, it reads.

She pours two cups. Theo takes a tentative sip and chokes.

He foots it to her kitchen, spits it out in the sink. “It’s expired,” he signs, and on second thought: “It’s dead.”

Mabel laughs, her smile wide at his expense. She shakes her head. “No, it’s supposed to be C-R-U-N-C-H-Y.”

Theo narrows his eyes at her.

“You need gut milk L-I-T-E.”

He rinses her sink, barely keeps the fluttering joy off his face despite the aftertaste. He returns to the table, examines the carton. 13% alcohol.

“I don’t drink much, anyway.”

Her smile turns awkward. She nods.

“Just a personal preference.”

Starting when he was about 13, his father let him have a little wine with dinner. As a result, alcohol never had mush allure to it. He and Zoe had experimented with other substances, though.

He hadn’t been drinking that night. Zoe had.

Would she still be alive if she’d been sober? What if she hadn’t wished him a happy new year? Where would they both be, right now? Certainly not here.

“I’ve only been drunk once. It wasn’t fun.” That’d been months afterward. An experiment when he was danger of failing all his classes. 

He changes the subject. “Tomorrow?”

She raises a hand, changes her mind, pulls out her phone, and begins to type.

His pocket vibrates.

Oliver is organizing the event. If you’re free we’ll go to Charles’ in the morning, show you the murder board.

Theo nods. He’d meant what he said, would do anything to aid the investigation, possibly (and only possibly) short of risking life or limb. He asked plenty of questions though, back at his place, and she’d had answers to all of them. Every hole he’d poked in the plan was patched, albeit with duck tape. It was set: Killer Revel Party 2: the Wedding. All that was needed was to announce it. Plus all the insane things that must go into planning a high-ish profile wedding at short notice.

(Does she have a ring to wear for their fake engagement? She must. She hasn’t mentioned it.)

On the table, his phone flashes to life.

I promise I won’t keep showing up at your door just because I want something.

He looks up. She bites her lip.

What does that mean? She won’t ask him for things after this? they’ll never talk? Or just that she’ll text instead of showing up unannounced?

(Or, that they’ll talk more, when life is somewhat normal, and not just when someone’s been murdered?)

“You won’t?”

She shakes her head, clarifying nothing.

Her shoulders stiffen. She says something he doesn’t catch, stands up, and walks to one of the bedrooms.

He follows, unsure if she means for him to, and stands awkward in the doorway.

She opens a wooden jewelry box carved with flowers on vines. He flushes nervous, flushes guilty. Something falls onto the floor. Green.

His ring. Zoe’s ring. Tim’s ring. Her ring.

If he hadn’t known at a glance— and he had— he would know by the way she grabs for it, panicked.

She looks at him, deeply uncomfortable. He takes a step back, quits blocking the doorway.

“Let’s just— time.”

He nods, sort of numb, and heads for the door.

In the middle of the room, she grabs his forearm, stops him, hesitates.

No, not hesitation; thought. She has a natural pokerface. Half the time she can’t manage the expressions that come with ASL. But quickly, he’s learning to read her subtleties. He’s getting to know her face. That thrills him, distracts him completely for just a second.

“Tomorrow?”

He blinks. She’s nervous, too. But there’s something like hope in her eyes. For some reason.

They could talk about it. Should talk about it, probably. He can’t think of anything to say.

“Tomorrow,” he promises, and finds himself riding the elevator down to the sixth floor.

(Of course they won’t see each other after all this is over. Not really. Not like how it’s been.)

(He’d thought the same thing when he dropped her off at the diner after their little B&E at Coney Island, though.)

(Not that he wants the murders to continue.)

20 minutes later, having brushed the gut milk off his teeth, Theo receives a text from Mabel.

Relief washes over him. It has nothing to do with the ring.

I have this thing at the art gallery Thursday night. Would you want to come? It doesn’t have anything to do with the investigation. This would just be as friends.

Friends.

It means something for her to say that now. It means a hell of a lot, actually.

It warms him.

Of course, based on the tentative timeline outlined in Mabel’s proposal letter, that’s only two days before the— can it actually be called a wedding if no vows will be exchanged?

Wouldn’t that draw the wrong kind of attention if this is supposed to be about your art?

I don’t have any pieces on display, comes her reply, then: It could be good practice.

Practice. That doesn’t make Theo’s heart jump at all.

For the attention.

Right.

We’d get a sense of people’s reactions. If it’s too uncomfortable we could just leave early.

He really does want to go, and that surprises him. It’s a date, he types out, then deletes it in favor of: what time?

I’ll send you the details.

An hour later, he lies in his childhood bedroom and goes over every reason he should not enjoy a single second of this absurd arrangement.

Her wording eats at him. Is it possible they’re already friends? He thought he wanted that like water in a desert, now he isn’t sure any good can come of their proximity to each other.

(Her wide grin, the way she tosses her head when she laughs.)

He gets an Instagram notification.

Mabel sits in soft light, faces her propped up phone. The pale blue stone in the gold ring is complemented by her white woven sweater— not what she’d been wearing when he’d seen her.

It’s official: he’s engaged.

#theobel #only murders in the building #theo dimas #mabel mora #omitb #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #fic: sorry for not winning you an arcade ring

[mamunches]

the marblevalley brainrot never stops its time to absolutely ramble the hell out of this au

ok to start off Hey bram enjoyers. you know what i love. bram. and you know what this au has. bram. so here we go

- these three sillies hang out in the saloon every friday evening to just chill with each other and to take a break off of work! every once in a while they decide to play billiards together, and it usually ends with a funny commotion being caused. brians really good at billiards, and is pretty lucky when it comes to it, so he usually ends up giving everyone at the table a reaally smug look once he wins. tim on the other hand, not too great, not very lucky, and has to end up facing brians cheeky smirk when he loses. lastly jay is pretty decent when it comes to billiards! is a little lucky as well, but definitely wouldnt be able to beat bri on a regular basis.

- in cindersap forest bram ever so often goes on little picnic dates by the pond there when the weather is good. if the three of them are in an exploration sorta mood, they usually end up going into the secret woods as well and look at the weird little statue there

- since brian is a blacksmith, he likes to make gifts for the other two! stuff like jewellery, little trinkets, or even weapons sometimes. its cute i think. because imagine brian going up to them being like "i made gifts for both of you :-)" and jay and tim are just expecting it to be some cool matching jewellery but then bri walks back in with two daggers like "look, i made the sheaths look pretty and theyre your favourite colours :D i also carved our names into the hilts!! do you guys like them?"

- adding onto the gift thing, he would totally forge engagement rings for tim and jay and i just think its really Cute. he spends months in the mine looking for the right ores and precious stones to use, and ends up spending more time in his shop than usual making sure hes getting everything just right; trying his best to keep what hes doing a secret from the other two so that itll be a big surprise!! (except. they already know. because bri tends to talk in his sleep a lot and they find it sooo endearing)

- and since the two of them already know what hes up to, they decide to be teases about it. they pop into his shop "by surprise" while hes working on the rings, both of them watching him scramble to hide what hes doing. or once they start looking more ring shaped they tease him by being like "ooh what are you working on? are those rings? who in the town ordered those? :-)" and they just both think that this entire thing is adorable

- but like seriously. the idea of brian making their rings literally turns my heart to mush. going through various levels of the mine to find certain gems and stones. fighting through the ghosts, bats, slimes, etc. before finding what he needed. continuing to keep it all a "secret" until he was finished with the rings and could finally set up this long awaited proposal. sorry for being a huge romance lover but they mean the worrlld to me

- and if he doesnt forge rings and instead gets mermaid pendants. it would all be so funny just to see the three of them meeting up together, one of them proposes, and the other two are like "wait wait waaiit WAIT i had mermaid pendants to give you guys as well?? oh my gosh"

thats mostly it for now but i could write about them forreevveerrr

#marblevalley au #writing #mh bram

[loisinherlane]

timkon 15?

timkon / unwant you by babygirl

i'm more in love than i pretend to be

Loving Tim was a balancing act. Kon had never had trouble balancing, except for the few times his powers had been turned off. TTK let him experience the world in a way indescribable to people who had always been held down by gravity, and Kryptonians weren't weighed down like humans anyway. Kon had always been able to juggle anything he needed to--except what it meant to love Tim.

If he told him too soon, he'd run. If he told him too late, would it be over? As it was, Tim was lying in Kon's bed, still asleep with the window casting beams of sunlight across his starry skin. He wasn't ethereal, sleeping with his face mushed into Kon's pillow hard enough to leave marks on his cheek and drool on the pillowcase, wearing one of Kon's t-shirts that he'd thrown on in the few moments they'd remained awake after. When he woke up, he'd have bad breath and demand on brushing his teeth before they kissed. He'd probably want to eat breakfast and drink a cup of coffee or some tea, if Kon decided to make some, first too. Tim was always better than a fantasy because he was real.

And real was scary. If Kon spoke too soon and lost Tim, would it be for good? He couldn't imagine his life without Tim, his Rob, his best friend, the light of his life. He imagined leaning over and kissing Tim's forehead, whispering promises of breakfast in bed until Tim scrunched his cute little nose and woke up. Instead, he stayed in bed, watching Tim until he woke up, and then he'd laugh it off, like a night together was just that.

It wasn't worth it, to lose him, if Kon admitted how in love he was.

#megan writes #they are fwb if that is not obvious. this was hard to write but i like it i think!

[alyygx]

Who I write & do edits for:

✨ If you don't see a character within one of my listed fandoms that you would like to make a request for just ask!! ✨

Arrow:

Tommy Marlyn

Oliver Queen

Band of Brothers:

• Don Malarkey

• Babe Heffron

• Shifty Powers

• Chuck Grant

• Floyd Talbert

• Skinny Sisk

• George Luz

• Joe Liebgott

• Dick Winters

• Eugene Roe

Bridgerton:

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Benedict Bridgerton

• Colin Bridgerton

The Flash:

Barry Allen/The Flash

Cisco Ramone/Vibe

Wally West/Kid Flash

Eddie Thawne

Legends of Tomorrow:

Ray Palmer/The Atom

Marvel:

• Steve Rogers

• Bucky Barnes

• Peter Quill

• Loki

• Scott Lang

• Peter Parker

• Steven Strange

The Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Newsies (Bway & '92sies):

Davey Jacobs

Jack Kelly

Casey (Crutchie) Morris

Jojo de la Guerra

Racetrack Higgins

Mush Meyers

The Pacific:

Eugene Sledge

Sidney Philips

Romas (Burgie) Burgin

Peaky Blinders:

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Son's of Liberty:

Sam Adams

Dr. Joseph Warren

Paul Revere

John Hancock

Tim Kelly

Star Trek (Movie Trilogy):

• Dr. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy

• Pavel Chekov

• James T. Kirk

Stranger Things:

• Steve Harrington

• Eddie Munson

• Jonathan Byers

Supergirl:

Winn Schott

James Olsen

Mon-El

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Isaac Lahey

Ethan Steiner

Aiden Steiner

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Turn: Washington's Spies

• Ben Tallmadge

• Robert Townsend

#band of brothers #donald malarkey #babe heffron #shifty powers #chuck grant #floyd talbert #skinny sisk #dick winters #eugene roe #eugene sledge #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #peter parker #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #ben tallmadge #sam adams #joseph warren #the maze runner #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #supernatural #Winchester

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Hi! I'm really excited to be your Secret Santa and one of your prompts instantly vibed with me.

Do you have any favorite tropes?

Hi, anon!

I'm excited that you're excited! 😂 I'm so curious about which one of my prompts inspired you.

Oh, gosh. Favorite tropes? There are so many things I like, but here's what I came up with after giving it some more thought: I turn to mush for gentle moments of intimacy. And by that, I mean things that are just for them. Those little things that let you know they understand and genuinely care for each other. Any of the five "love languages" could be used as an example. When it comes to Chenford, I also love the "Tim is a softy under his gruff exterior" trope.

I hope that helps!

#chenford #chenfordsecretsanta23 #chenford secret santa #favorite tropes #lucy x tim #asks #anon ask

[batstorm93672]

Plauged by nightmares for a whole week.

Damian doesn't know why or how it started, it just wouldn't let up. Now it's getting in the way of school and his nighttime work.

There Damian sat up with unfallen tears in his eyes and sweat trailing down his face. He barely remembers what it was about this time, lately the nightmares have mushed together, so either the League or Hell or his death. All of them bad and annoying him to a far extent. He had his knees to his chest, resting his arms on the top of his knees. Damian could see the shaking of his palms in the dark, it was an aftereffect he can't stop. Lately it's just been a cycle of waking up at night and trembling until he can go back to sleep then waking up feeling as if he got no sleep whatsoever. Damian watched Titus's body heave up and down in a rhythm of sleep. Blissful sleep that Damian wished he had, sometimes Titus would be awake to comfort him, but tonight he was out playing for so long Titus tuckered himself out.

.

How long has it been since he fell back asleep? Maybe three hours ago he was staring at his trembling hands, now he was greeted by light through his blinds. Damian wanted to shut the world out so he could sleep longer, but he knows better (sadly he does, the temptation to rest his head back down and close his eyes was immeasurable)

"Hey Dami? You awake? Alfred made breakfast. If you're not awake then he can save it and I'll reheat it for you if you'd like" Bright sunny Richard. So much energy that Damian doesn't have, of course Richard had his dark sides and Damian knows that as well as everyone else. Yet that cheery optimism was a sight indeed.

Damian was debating on whether or not he should pretend that he's sleeping and be alone with his dog for awhile. The temptation is so difficult...

"I'll be there soon Richard"

"Okay, see you downstairs"

.

"Hey, you listening? You wanted to hear about the case right? You gotta pay attention" Tim snapped his fingers and Damian blinked looking at his brother who had a laptop in front of him. "Tt. Continue, you don't need to hold my hand in order for me to listen" "Hm..." Tim stared and Damian could see the questions bouncing around Tim's mind, as if Damian was a puzzle. Damian kept a straight face, don't let anything slip and Tim will find that this puzzle is guarded away and won't go into it.

As wanted, Tim went back towards the case and Damian listened.

.

Damian sat up, everything was blurry and a mess. His mouth was dry and all words were pushed away as he looked at his trembling hands. Again it continues, this cycle of nightmares.

Why won't it end? Why did it begin? Why every night?

Damian covered his face, he could feel some tears at the edge of falling down so he wiped it away before it could.

.

"Demon, you alive there? Don't go drooling in your food"

"Oh, my apologies"

Damian felt like a robot, holding the fork in his hand and stabbing at the eggs in order to shove it down his mouth. This routine was sickening. He can't even think properly.

"You seem out it"

"I agree, Master Damian, how have you been feeling?"

"I'm well, simply trying to wake myself up is all"

That's not a lie, he had to mentally make himself stay awake long enough for the day to end, only to awaken and start over.

"Damian?" Father, was calling him

Damian looked up to see that everyone around the table was looking directly at him. What did he miss? Did he make a mistake?

"Yes father?"

"Dick was calling your name. You weren't responding"

Richard?

"What was it you were saying Richard?"

"I was calling you for three minutes and you sat there looking lost, are you okay? Do you feel sick?"

"I assure you, my physical condition is well. I am not ill, merely-"

Jason cut Damian off "What about mentally?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Physically you are well, what is your mental condition?"

"Fine as well Jason" Damian glared a bit and turned back to Dick "As I was saying, I'm not sick. Merely shaking off some of my slumber" Alfred cleared his throat "That is quite common, wouldn't you all agree? How about we leave the questions and let Master Damian be able to eat?" Dick and Jason mumbled out apologies and Damian mentally thanked Alfred for that. Alfred doesn't know, but still not having to keep this conversation was better than having to force himself to talk and appeal to everyone.

.

Damian sliced the head of a dummy off clean, his body felt heavy with having to stay awake. So badly did Damian want to sleep, but the outcome would always be nightmares.

"Nice cut"

Stephanie

"Thank you"

"Mmhm, having fun?"

"I suppose if slicing off heads is an ideal part of one's stimuli of enjoyment, then yes I'm having fun"

"Hehehe yeah, every person's go-to. I wanted to ask if you've been feeling okay? At breakfast you seemed out of it and at lunch you almost looked like a zombie" "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine" "Damian if something is wrong, you should tell someone before it gets worse"

"Everything is fine, I'm fine, it's all fine Stephanie"

"Damian, you're crying"

"Wha-"

Damian felt at his face, he was indeed crying as mentioned. "I'm not crying" Turning away and wiping his face with his sleeve roughly. "I'm fine Stephanie" This conversation was getting difficult for Damian to keep going. His mind was getting foggy and the rush of exhaustion wavered his movements "I'm sorry I pushed you there. I was worried. I'll let you be" Damian nodded and left.

.

Reaching out of the dirt to escape the flames. The screams rang in his ears as laughter came from below. So badly he wanted to escape and make it back to them. Just a little more! The light of the dirt making it's way he kept digging himself out. His hands hurt, but it doesn't matter, just a little more! Just-- The burning chains seared into his legs, the burning flesh making him cry out. Then the plummeting feeling in his stomach as he fell back down farther away from the light of freedom.

He sat up. With a small shout escaping his lips he had to make himself aware of his surroundings. Damian looked at his shaking hands, feeling his body crumple under the weight of the lack of sleep he's been receiving lately.

Damian put his hands in his hair, the trembles wouldn't stop. Tears ran down his face and he wanted to stop it. To stop the nightmares that haunted him, the pain that never ended and the amount of times he awoke only to stare at his shaking hands.

Damian looked down and buried his head into his knees.

His door creaked open and Damian wasn't fully aware to pay attention to it. Titus walked in followed by Richard.

"Dames?"

Damian didn't respond, it seemed that Titus brought help this time. Normally it would be Titus by him sleeping or being there to help. This night was worse than the others, so Titus brought backup. Dick walked over and sat by Damian.

"Damian, baby, what's wrong?"

"...m-make it stop p-please make it stop"

"What do you want to stop?"

"Nightmares... so many of them"

"Oh, is this why you've been so out of it? Come here" Damian pressed himself into Dick's embrace the tears falling faster. "Oh my poor baby, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here, you're okay now" "R-Richard... Richard don't leave me please don't leave me don't let me go" "No, no, no I won't let you go. You're with me Dames. I won't let you go. I got you, you're in my arms and I won't let you go" Damian buried his head in the nook of Dick's neck and cried. "Don't leave me... don't l-leave me alone again" "I won't, I won't leave you. You're okay and you're safe"

Damian wore himself out, holding Dick as much as he could before his cries became sniffles. Dick rubbed Damian's back in small circles as he held Damian. "There we go... you're okay Damian. You're okay, no one can hurt you. Nothing won't take you away"

"I didn't want to tell anyone... I thought if I just let it happen then it would go away... it doesn't. It hasn't gone away, I haven't been able to sleep for a week now... everytime I wake up and I can't stop shaking, I can't focus on anything. I'm sorry Richard... I'm sorry"

"There's no reason to say sorry, nightmares are scary and it can make the most toughest people cry. It's okay Damian, it's okay to have nightmares and want to come to someone and cry. Cause I'll be here with open arms to help you. Okay?"

"Okay"

"Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Will you stay..?"

"You don't even have to ask"

#damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #tw nightmares #tw hell