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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change.

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

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The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

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3 week write up

Saturday January 7th 2017

Location: Goleta Valley Cottage Hospital

Time: 10:00ish p.m. - discharge papers printed at 12:56am 01/08/2017

Witnesses: Friend (UCSB student), A.M. (Santa Barbara Rape Crisis center advocate)

Concerns with this encounter:

- Being denied treatment

- Being denied the treatment that I specifically requested

- Being misinformed about the Sheriff rape kit: ‘pricing,’

- The whole “women need to report and you need to” “because we will as mandated reporters “dialogue

- The fact that after an advocate showed, they knew they were in the wrong because they decided to come in and apologize.

· Fact of the matter is I was clear in what I wanted when I spoke to the intake woman in the hospital; they did not care,

Event description:

On 1/27/2017 I went inside of G.V.C.H. around 10:00pm. When I go get the blood pressure and intake taken I notify the woman that I was raped, but I have no idea what happened to my body, so I needed to take a drug test and have my body checked. And I gave her any info she asked for age, weight ... Then she started asking about the rape situation which was whatever to me. She never sent me into the waiting room she made a call to ask the back to get a room prepared for the exams I asked for and a regular room. She then asked me about reporting I let her know. I was in the hospital to check me out and I was planning on reporting but right now I’m not trying to focus on him.

She let me know she was a mandated reporter and would report it and had an obligation to make a report. I told her that was fine. She got up and we went to the back where a room was being prepared. It was a guy in there she kinda just dropped me off. (that in itself was a huge discomfort of mine.) So he leaves scarred, I stay there scarred. I have no idea how much time is going by but eventually some women come in. They talk to me, take more information. I tell them what I wanted from my visit, drug test/blood tests, and a women’s exam. They tell me about reporting, them being mandated reporters so no matter what each one would make an individual report,; and how it is time for women to start reporting and that I can’t let this go ( I NEVER SAID I WAS) . I tell them again I’m here for me, I plan to report, but right now I’m tryna make sure I’m good before I focus on someone else.

They tell me I need to wait for the sheriff and make a report with them to get the exam I wanted; because the hospital would not perform just a women’s exam I could go to a clinic or make a doctor’s appointment for that. Because the police exam would collect evidence. I told them I was NOT trying to have anything collected, he already admitted through message what happened so I never felt I needed evidence collected when in court it would just come down to consent) so I’m LITERALLY telling them WHAT my thoughts are and WHY I want what I want. I KNOW WHAT I WANT I HAVE A PLAN THAT I FEEL IS COMFORTABLE FOR ME GOING FORWARD…. To this they respond that they will not give me the exam until reporting because after reporting I would more than likely want the exam. I asked how much is the Sheriff exam? One nurse tells me “it’s expensive”, I reply “ Well, I’m not about to pay to collect ‘samples’ if there is no denying it happened. Then I ask how long is the exam they tell me 2 or more hours.. I’m already ticked off and fed up, I tell them I’m not talking to any officers until I am treated. They leave. At this point quite some time passes by until My SBRCC advocate shows is. She comes inside of the room and gives me her business card. And asks have I already made a report. I reply “no ,why?” She lets me know there are Sheriff officers outside in the hall talking to nurses. Clearly we all assume it’s for what was going on in my room. Her name is Andrea Mora I tell her everything I just told detailed above, and she was visibly agitated. She informed me that the police kit was for thee FREE (yas), and that no one could make me report nor deny me the treatment I was asked for. We talked about how them having me wait to even draw blood made it even all the more less likely that they would detect anything in my blood. And she also let me know that I had a longer time frame to get the Sheriff’s exam. I did not have to do it now , We agreed on Monday being when I WANTED TO DO IT and report, and she let me know I could still get the treatment I was asking for from GVCH because it was my right. She left out to go ask the nurses if the exam room was ready, and I’m sure she talked to them for a while. They all came in apologizing for how they came off, and the way they communicated with me. But they let me know that is how they personally felt. I wait a while, eventually I get my exam done (really quick), I come back into my room. (Still no blood drawn)

A nurse comes in with a heart to heart about being a mother and how she saw me as familiar and she as a parent would want her child to report and would want someone to encourage her child to, and again she apologized. I thank her, for her concerns. And tell her it’s the way they all communicated with me that really made me uncomfortable. She goes and has another nurse bring in these medications I am to take, finally she draws blood, give me more meds. And give me my discharge papers. This all happens in literally less than 10 minutes. ( Drawing of the blood, meds given, discharge papers. And my exam was no more than 10 minutes. I am given my discharge papers at at 12:56 am.

Monday January 9th 2017

Location: Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Center, Capri Apartments Seville, and Santa Barbara S.A.R.T. exam location

Time: 1:00pm-8:20pm

Witnesses: Officer Reyes (UCPD card, but SBPD also?), Ms. S. (Santa Barbara Rape Crisis center advocate)

Concerns with this encounter:

-advised against a restraining order because it would ‘tip-off’ this person. I told him I had a confession and the conversation would be about consent so we could do that in the presence of officers of the law.

-Officer never met me at the apartment

-Officer never met me back at the S.A.R.T. exam location

-Whole plan not followed through at ALL no evidence collected, apartment not even entered, though he was there.

* An officer was outside of a crime scene and never went inside for evidence, also did not fall through with the plan we made at the Crisis Center.

Event description:

At the Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Center an advocate called an officer who responded and took my report Reyes. During the report I was told that this may require a pre-text phone call which I was open to do. I let them (the advocate and officer) know that I had no memory past my last snap chat videos posted. I also had messages on my phone from the individual from the day of the attack that aside from confirming (the act) could be used as evidence so the officer asked for those also. In addition; because this individual was not a stranger, and lived 2 streets away I inquired about a restraining order. However, was advised against one due to the possibility of a pre-text phone call. And the restraining order could ‘tip off’ my attacker and cause him to flee before being approached by the law or a detective.

Post my report the plan was for me to stop by a friend’s house (which I had been staying at since the attack) to retrieve my hospital papers from January 7th 2017; then to meet the officer at my apartment where the attack took place. I notified the officer that I threw away bedding in the dumpsters at my apartment, so we would meet me at my apartment to check the dumpsters and for evidence. Following meeting at my apartment we would then meet at the location of the SART exam (officer, advocate, and I): to turn in all evidence including myself for the exam.) I ran the errand then made it to my apartment, I did not see the officer at my apartment so when I went to the SART exam location I was notified the officer already been at my apartment checked, saw nothing and left. He called my advocate and she told me when I got back to the exam place. I hit El Colegio, then Seville where I was to meet him , and the exam was Downtown Santa Barbara, we left at the same time… We should have been on the same page. I completed my exam that night around 8ish. I sent the officer the text messages he asked for as discussed during my reporting,

At 8:20 pm I sent the messages to the detective. With no response.

Tuesday January 10th 2017

Location: Time: 1:00-8:00

Witnesses: Officer Reyes (UCPD card, but SBPD also?), (Santa Barbara Rape Crisis center advocate)

Concerns with this encounter: N/A I just still know he is unapproached.

In a gist this day it is confirmed that my video evidence is in hand and confirmed and sent to detective. The next steps as told by the officer is that my detective is drafting a pre-text phone call and would reach out to me the following day.

Event description: At 8am. I received a message from the officer verifying that my text messages were received and also one asking me to call as he was trying to identify the individual. During the phone call I notified the officer that I would be also sending over the snap chat videos taken from the night before. The officer asked for the videos and also let me know that my case was sent to a detective and he would be contacting me the following day (Wednesday January 11th 2017) because he was drafting a pre-text phone call. He also let me know that when he went to check the dumpsters the previous day they had already been taken out. The phone call ended. At 8:59 am I was notified by this same officer via. text that the individual was identified. I sent the videos over that morning at 9:04 am.

Later that night I returned to my apartment where the attack occurred and saw that there was a blanket from the attack remaining. I texted my officer at 11:53 pm when I made the discovery and asked if I should bring in the evidence.

Wednesday January 11thth 2017

Location: I.V. Foot Patrol

Time: 4:00ish

Witnesses: SBRCC advocate

Contact with- Detective Henderson introduced

Concerns with this encounter:

- I walked in a blanket for evidence, it was not collected. (from Seville to Trigo)

- Detective was taken aback that I was to have a pre-text done, but the officer told me he would contact me and was drafting it.

- I am asked the “what is your case about?” question, instead of a simple “ What is your case number” 2x’s.

- I am even then not pulled into a private room until my advocate asks that we get one, as I am still holding this green blanket with the doors open on Trigo. Where the whole ‘squad, *he, I and the sheriff's* are all at now. But he is unapproached

- Again advised not to go the restraining order route

Event description:

I called the detective’s number which I had gotten from the officer the day before. I don’t know the exact time but it was before going in to turn in evidence so around 2:00 pm. I was told he would call me but he hadn’t so I called. I asked the detective how the pre-text phone-call was going, and he responded “is that something you are still interested in” I let him know I was told by officer Reyes that it would have already been being drafted, and he let me know he would begin drafting, gave me a quick description of how they go, and we scheduled the phone call for the following day Thursday January 12th 2017 at 4:30 pm.

Later this day my SBRCC advocate and I got the blanket from my apartment and we took it down to the Isla Vista Foot Patrol station to be turned over as evidence. We hadn’t received a response from officer Reyes so we decided to take it in. We figured he sent all texts to my detective so that everyone was aware I still had evidence and were just not going to come get it.

We arrived to the station before 5:00 pm. The doors were locked so we were buzzed in. I am standing there big bag of evidence in arm, pedestrians passing on Trigo road [the same street my attacker lived on at the time, and also two streets away from where I resided and where the crime took place] . After being buzzed in, due to the street foot traffic my SBRCC attempted to close the station doors back behind us, however the woman behind the desk got on her speaker and told my advocate to leave the doors open ( On the loud speaker it was super embarrassing). So now I’m at the counter explaining that I needed to turn in evidence for my case this BIG OLE HEATING BLANKET IN HAND; and the woman asks me what my case was about. She did not ask my case number. Doors of the Foot Patrol station open, ongoing foot traffic on the sidewalk right outside, and I have a big brown bag with a bright green blanket for evidence, and she wanted me to tell her publically that I was raped.

Although humiliated I did just that; I told her I was raped it is reported here, I have a case number, & this is evidence that no one collected. She then went to the back to get an officer to help. This male exited from the back and asked the same question when I notified him I was there to turn in the blanket for evidence. He asked me; “what is your case about?” I was beyond through at this point. My advocate identified herself as an advocate from the SBRCC and asked if there was somewhere private to talk where people on the street can’t hear and see everything including the person since I don’t have a restraining order. Finally, we were directed to a room in the back and I turned in the evidence. I told that person that I had a scheduled pre text tomorrow, and he let me know that basically what it meant was The detective now on my case (detective Henderson) would be creating questions to facilitate dialogue for the procedure, and we left the station.

Thursday January 12th 2017

Location: Isla Vista foot Patrol

Time: 1:00pm-8:20pm

Witnesses: SBRCC advocate

Concerns with this encounter:

-Detective had not had anything drafted and that was the wait for the pre-text was for it to be ‘drafted’. I’d been saying since day ONE I could facilitate the conversation willingly without waiting for a pre-text. Because the person who did this had not spoken to me in a while of course he was suspicious with a polished story after not hearing from me, and getting the last messages explaining rape.

-The detective tells me he is unfamiliar with my case and had not looked into it. I ask him if he needs my phone to read the messages from the day of and watch the videos and had he done so. It is NOW that my detective reads messages that were sent in as evidence previously.

-I had a conversation written down that I had been working on since I was told about the procedure.

-Even with the call still advised against a restraining order.

-Told it was good that I was living else where and he was unaware that I was reporting (his peace of -mind is definitely more important than mine and my safety)

-They still have yet to approach him, but NOW I RUN INTO HIM for the first time since.

-Procedure was done sloppily.

In a gist: I waited days for a detective to draft something that he took no time drafting. He ended up writing surprise questions on a manilla workbook for me to ask awkwardly; while I facilitated my own call and got the story to be re-told multiple times, (when the detective felt once was enough.). NO. He chose to schedule this very important procedure WITHOUT knowing about my case, and minutes before only reading the messages with the most evidence. Basically this procedure I feel in my case should have been done only when the detective knew what to look for, and was aware of the previous statement, given. That way he could know when lies come up, when the story changes, what is off. There is a lot that I noticed as evidence with this procedure than my actual detective noticed, and that’s because like a detective should have I worked on my own case. And after finishing this crap, I literally no more than30 minutes later while on my way to my car, run into the individual whom I was JUST advised yet again not to get a restraining order against.

Event description.

I arrive at the Foot Patrol station with my advocate around 4:15 pm. We enter and eventually are greeted by the detective who takes us to the back room where the procedure took place. After brief discussion and an explanation of the process, I pulled out my draft of questions. He had nothing. He pulled out a blank manila notebook and asked me what I had written down... I show him and while explaining what I wrote down It occurred to me that the detective may not have actually read the messages that I sent as evidence to my officer. I asked had he read the messages or saw the videos and he replied no because he had recently gotten the case, so I gave him my phone and he read the messages. His responses to my messages were “ Oh there’s a Harambe emoji?, and Boy you sure gave it to him”

We then do the phone call after during the procedure the detective is literally writing questions in time. So I’m making awkward pauses. Because he doesn’t have these questions already prepared, but IN REAL TIME he is writing on a paper for me to ask him “did you Finish? and where”… And, look I just think if we waited for a draft, and I read and knew when the question was coming I woud’ve been prepared. Not caught off guard.

Then the story is told once and It’s the detective is satisfied with it. I personally watch the first 48 I know it’s not real life; But I do know that I’d get more information with the story being told more than once. So I kept going until I was satisfied with the procedure, and pointed out some lies during it just to see if the detective was catching them. (he wasn’t because this person still went unapproached by law).

After some time, I completed the call and asked the detective had he gone to get any security footage from both my apartment complex and from Free Birds. He let me know that he would work on getting that footage the following days (Friday January 13th 2017 or Saturday the 17th , 2017). I afterwards inquired again about getting a restraining order. Again I was advised against a restraining order due to the possibility of it tipping this individual off and him fleeing. Before my advocate and I left we asked for a projected timeline of results and the detective let us know that he would be off at training but would handle the surveillance and evidence collecting over the next two days and would approach and try to question the individual towards the end of the following week Thursday and Friday. The week of (January 15th 2017 so January 19th-20th). We left the pre-text phone call, my advocate took me to my friend’s house where I was staying I decided to drive down to LA for the time being, on my way to my car with my hands full with my hamsters, bags, and all. Leaving the IVFP. I see my attacker on an empty IV street. He is riding a bike and he slows down but I keep walking and ignore him.

Alarmed I drive home to East LA. That night I sit in my car and review the videos that I sent to the officer on January 10th 2017. I listened to one video that was bothering me the most in particular, one where I thought the individual was yelling for me to come here. However, this night I actually decided to analyze the videos based off of what was told in the procedure statement. I know something had to be there. So listening close I was able to hear clearly the quote “Come here, drink this Ro Orange Juice”. Without analyzing the visuals in the video, I knew this in itself was a clue. I concluded my night

Friday January 13th 2017

Location: N/A

Time: 4:56-

Contact with SBRCC advocate

Witnesses: Officer Reyes (UCPD card, but SBPD also?), (Santa Barbara Rape Crisis center advocate)

Concerns with this encounter: I got o email back no call back, but we established there would be work done on my case that day and the following day.

-I found evidence in something that was in the possession the law since day one no one heard him say that in any of the videos but it could have been bought up in a way for the procedure, to get a lie or a confession.

-At this point I see he is still unapproached but given what is in the video I know for fact there is an issue

* Basically I come home and hear this I email it to my detective and with no response. I’m ticked and excited that I found it and I’m like this voice alone and what he is saying is enough evidence to approach him. So the fact that later on I recognize more and create a video for my detective with screen shots to send the next day. I never slept for real through any of this. Everything was doing WORK to get this man at least approached and shook.

Event Description:

I emailed my detective and notified him of what I heard in the video. At 4:56 pm. I never had his email So I was only able to email him after contacting my SBRCC advocate and she getting his email and relaying it back to me. I went the rest of the day with no calls or emails back.

Later that night I decided to go over all the videos to see what I could SEE in them since hearing the quote. And I saw a lot more evidence in the video. Evidence that to me confirms straight up that I was undoubtedly drugged especially since it coincided with the story told for the procedure. I felt this was more than enough for an arrest or an approach. I immediately emailed my detective a detailed message of what I saw in the video. And of all the red flags throughout the video, I sent screenshots and all and waited.

Saturday January 14th 2017

Location: N/A Time: N/A

Witnesses: SBRCC advocate

Concerns with this encounter

- No response back from anyone

Event description: I still receive no emails or call backs from the detective. I call SBRCC for advice and they advise me to go to the Police station in Santa Barbara since it is opened 24/7 and to show my evidence and see if they could somehow get it to the Sheriff’s Department and to my detective.

Sunday January 15th ,2017

Location: Santa Barbara Police Department

Time: 4:56 pm.

Contact with SBRCC, someone inside of SBPD who refused me entrance, and GVCH

Witnesses: My mother, and friend were present.

Concerns with this encounter:

-I was NOT let into to a 24hr police department though I was on the phone with an operator telling me to ring the bell and I would be let in.

-I was advised to come to this location by the SBRCC

-The individual inside asked “What my case was about” and every other insensitive and irrelevant question through the loud-speaker.

*(this entire conversation is occurring through a locked station door, over loud speaker on a public downtown Santa Barbara street in broad daylight. It was humiliating standing outside saying “I was raped and the center told me to bring my evidence here”

- GVCH was just disgusting, how did I not get drug tested when that’s what I asked for? Why is it funny that MLK Jr. day is a holiday?

Event description:

My mother, my friend, and I arrive to the Santa Barbara Police Department. I call the number because the doors are locked and the live person instructs me to use the call button and I would be let in. I pressed the button and asked to come in to show evidence. The woman asked of what, my case was about and I replied to her “I don’t feel safe out here can I come inside and talk and that I could give her my case number. She paused then asked for my case number. I replied my case number and still reiterated that I did not feel safe talking about it outside on the street. Even then I was not let in. She let me know she could not find my case, and asked where the crime occurred. (I am still standing outside in Downtown Santa Barbara on a public street asking to be let in in broad daylight. I tell her Isla Vista and again ask to come inside to finish the conversation. Ultimately my mother, my friend, and myself are never let inside, we stand outside like doormats; and she lets me know Isla Vista Is out of her jurisdiction so she couldn’t help me.

While walking away I call GVCH to ask for my blood test results which I came in for. They then inform me that they may not have checked me for drugs because” they don’t usually do that” but because it was Sunday that office would be open the following day. I proceed to ask If that records office would be open the following day because I know the sheriff station would not have been since it was MLK Jr. day. To this the woman on the phone laughed and let me know “I don’t think we celebrate that as a holiday” while she was still on the phone I explained this reaction to my mom and friend, she asked what I said. I let her know “ I just told my mom and friend that the woman from the hospital on the phone thinks that MLK Jr, day is funny,”. She was silent for a few seconds then she rushed me off the phone and let me know I could call tomorrow.

Monday January 16th 2017

Location: University Police Department Station

Time: 1:00ish – 4:00 ish maybe?

Witnesses: Mother, Brothers(x3)

Concerns with this encounter:

-The officer who never texted me back now randomly calls me after I post my evidence and ask people to call about my case as I was told I should do. And this officer asks me if I am interested in a pre-text procedure.

-This is Reyes, my original officer he was the one who told me it was being scheduled., he never responded when I told him the blanket was there, never met me after leaving the SBRCC on January 9th 2017, though we planned to meet at my apartment to get evidence. Now he calls…

- This officer is just NOW for the first time watching the videos while on the phone.

-The officer is just pointing me to the victims and witness advocate center and this is because I drop a relative in the Police Department’s name who he was familiar with. He also emails me for the first time right after the phone call.

- I HAD TO POST MY VIDEO, A DESCRIPTION, AND MY CASE NUMBER, AND HAVE STRANGERS CALL JUST TO GET CALLS BACK from the people working on my rape case. Why ?

- I have not publically posted a video that I intended to be hopefully surprise evidence but now I run the risk or tipping him off about my investigation and seeing the videos from someone.

-I had already proven I.V. to be too small for this crime because I ran into him post the situation; I was constantly advised against a restraining order, I needed to protect myself and get someone to get me answers, so as advised I put fire under their feet and they responded within hours. But at the risk of damaging my cases evidence this important video which no one knew existed nor was aware of what was depicted.

- I am in front of all of these people (‘boss’ of my detective, officer Reyes, UCPD officer) who are apologizing and taking responsibility for the lack of communication, yet; none have been able to contact the detective. None are doing anything with the evidence. Or approaching this individual with all that we have.

Event description:

I posted my evidence video on my social media to bring attention to the issue at hand. I reported my rape to UCPD around 4am. Around 9am. I received a call from the original reporting officer Reyes. He asked me if I was still interested in doing a pre-text phone call. (the same officer who told me the detective was drafting one on Tuesday January 10th 2017.) I told him it was done Thursday January 12th 2017. Before concluding the call, I told him about the videos and my troubles getting someone to take action. He asked if they were the videos that I had sent to his phone Tuesday January 10th ,2017 I replied yes, and there while on the phone the officer watched the videos. He then emailed me the information to the District Attorney’s Victims and witness unit. After I told him that I posted my information and video as advice from a relative in the department; he k new this relative and sent me in the direction of the D.A.’s Victims and Witness unit. The call was over.

My mom and I later went physically to UCPD to report the crime to them as well.. The doors were locked but we were immediately buzzed in. I said my name and that I made a report in the earlier morning hours. An officer came from the back. He began with an apology and asked if we were comfortable talking there in the open because the conference room was under construction. I was comfortable because there was no one else around inside. After expressing my concerns, this officer called both my reporting officer Reyes, and the Lieutenant who my detective was to correspond to all in a room and I expressed my grievances to them all. I explained the video, my safety concerns, my frustrations with the lack of communication and preparedness, as well as my concerns with how the process was going, meaning how the individual went unapproached, unquestioned, and untouched for over a week and continued to live two streets from my apartment where the attack took place. All this despite having the messages, pretext phone call, and videos in possession.

The meeting concluded with apologies for the miscommunications and promises for answers and better communication going forward. As well as UCPD letting me know that because I was a student and the individual was not, and with it not being on campus property, they had little to no jurisdiction as well. They however did offer great continued resources and support. They sent out a SBRCC advocate, she talked to myself and my family and we left.

Tuesday January 20th 2017

Location: Downtown Santa Barbara Victim’s and Witness Advocate unit

Time: N/A before 5:00 pm though

Witnesses: Mother, V&W advocate (advocate from the center)

Concerns with this encounter: N/A

*The advocate also could not contact my detective and had no information on my case; but from my statement that I gave her. And she let me know she would be contacting me for follow ups going forward as she would be looking for my cases arrival by The following week’s Wednesday.

Event Description:

My mother and I went to the DA’s office to visit the Victim-Witness program and spoke with an advocate there. I let her know the last update with my detective and my case, as well as about the case. She told me she hadn’t yet received my case and would be looking for it and would also try to reach out to the detective on my case.

Following days and events.

-Wednesday January 18th 2017.

Advocate from the Victim Witness unit called me and let me know she hadn’t received my case nor spoken to my detective.

-Thursday January 19th 2017

I relocated my apartment. While moving out of my old apartment, I find more evidence from the night of the attack. I bagged it and moved it with me, since I still had no contact from anyone on my case after that meeting Monday the 16th. Bagged it to turn in when I was with my advocate next. This day also received a private call saying the individual no longer lived in Isla vista. Meaning his friend called me to tell me he fled. These days I was told by my detective that he would be back and would question the individual Thursday or Friday” I had NOT heard from my detective since Thursday January 12th 2017. Though I sent emails and we had plans to communicate

Friday January 20th 2017 I call the detective’s bureau and the person who answered the phone notified me that my detective would be back (not at the end of this week as he said to approach the individual); But would return on Monday January 23rd 2017.

-Saturday January 21st 2017 N/A

-Sunday January 22nd 2017 N/A

Monday January 23rd 2017

Location: UCSB Care office, IV Foot Patrol

Time: N/A I do not recall

Contact with/witnessed SBRCC advocate S.L., J.P. (advocate) UCSB CARE, detective Henderson

Issues with this encounter.

*My detective’s entire sentiment/attitude.

He was focused on only what I said on social media and was bent on the fact that he was contacted by a lawyer representing the individual.

-he does not know yet that I or the individual have moved. I tell him I have moved and he has no idea. I keep that my attacker has moved assuming he knew since he was contacted by a lawyer representing him. But it is never bought up during his phone conversation rant that morning in the care office which was witnessed by J.P also. I let him know later via email that my attacker fled. He was contacted by a lawyer but the lawyer did not say the individual fled apparently because I let my detective know.

-he is on the phone, voice raised, and lying saying that he told me he would be away until the 23rd.

-My SBRCC advocate was able to confirm the actual dates he gave, and I was not incorrect; here I lost all trust in the detective because this is a blatant lie. Plus I see he is worried more about this individual having a lawyer than this case we have, and my safety. And so thirsty to see what I posted on social media, still not worried about what we see clear in the video, and what they looked over in their beginning stages of the investigative process.

-he still had not responded to the emails I sent over a week ago that contains the video evidence and thorough descriptions on why it is so important.

-this day my apartment manager approached me at my new home to let me know detectives ware inside of my old apartment to collect evidence, and to get the surveillance footage. (This was already planned with my detective as detailed in the week I met him) And plus I moved meaning there was no evidence for anyone to even be inside of my apartment. I had it all or had already tuned some in.

Event description

My on campus CARE advocate J.P. and I call my detective in the morning around 10 maybe. We finally reach him! He seemed clearly agitated with me because the individual had gotten an attorney and my detective was either contacted directly or notified of this. He asked about what I posted on social media, and why I did so. He said he told me he would be unavailable until the 23rd ( which was not the truth as confirmed by my SBRCC advocate S.L.). I replied to him I could send him the social media things he is asking for but also had more information that he could use FOR MY CASE. I leave the CARE OFFICE.

I go home and my apartment manager comes to my new apartment to notify me that detectives were now inside of my old apartment; also that one had just gotten the surveillance footage. My advocate and I went to visit my detective later that day to turn in the evidence from my old apartment and to watch the footage. He let me know he was waiting for a response from the attorney so that he could schedule questioning for the individual. I let him know my attacker left town via email later on.

So this day my advocate and I meet and I provide the officer with a prepared flash drive that has all messages, from any one possibly relevant in my case, the videos from the morning of, the detailed video, the things he whined about for social media, and even videos from the day I first met my attacker. I explained ALL evidence clearly in files on the flash drive.. The detective shows me one piece of evidence (video) they collected, I turn in my cups and all evidence I had since I moved away that they never went to collect. Until this day when the apartment was empty already.

This day after meeting with my detective, he did not address his tone or sentiment on the phone call hours earlier. So I signed a waiver for my SBRCC giving her permission to notify the detective that we are aware that he lied about the dates. I don’t know how that went but I know it must have occurred.

Tuesday January 24th 2017

Wednesday January 25th 2017

Thursday January 26th 2017.

Location: Isla Vista Foot Patrol

Event details:

My detective sent an email verifying that my attacker moved back home to San Francisco. Later that day my advocate and I returned to IVFP, to meet with the detective and turn in more videos to be used as evidence. We are told that he was able to schedule a meeting for questioning and voluntary DNA on Saturday February 4th 2017. Add the remaining evidence (he asked for all of the screenshots from one specific Instagram post that was the post with my case number) SO I give it to him and we look at more evidence collected (video) that they collected. And that was the last time I was inside of IVFP

** Final updates. I heard from my detective via email letting me know the individual was questioned on Saturday February 4th 2017 with a layer present. And that he was scheduling another questioning the upcoming week. I never got any response from anyone after that. And while on a CARE walk in appointment for something completely un related (a UCPD incident on February 22nd) meaning after February 22nd I was notified by the advocate from the Care office that she heard my case was on the D.A.’s desk. She was not my main advocate, I again never heard from anyone since January 16th other than Detective Henderson on January 23rd ,On The 26th. I called to confirm and left two messages with no replies or calls back as of yet.

** Update as of 03/06/2017 I was informed after receiving a call from the D.A.’s Victims and witness advocate J.F. that I was misinformed and my case had not actually reached that office yet; my detective was still putting his “finishing touches” on the case

** Final update is on the email, case was rejected** Meeting is supposed to be set with the D.A. who rejected it,

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Only Me Only You

Another lego Batjokes fic!

"Uh, Dad?“

Batman looked at Robin, who had just come home from fighting crime with Barbara. To be specific, fighting the Joker. He had not gone with them and instead had stayed at home to watch Rom-coms.

"Yeah what’s up?“

"Well it’s just, I was wondering why you never come with us to fight crime anymore.” Robin said.

"What?“ Batman knew where this was going to end up and didn’t want to go there. “I fight crime all the time. What are you talking about?”

"Yeah but you never fight the Joker anymore.“

There it was. Batman cringed. He didn’t want to talk about this. About his FEELINGS.

"I know but… It’s just complicated.” Batman said.

Robin tilted his head in a dog-like manner. For a moment he seemed to not know what to say.

"You know Joker seems upset when you’re not there.” Robin said. “Is it because of the whole greatest enemy thing?”

Batman slid down into his chair. He felt a twinge of guilt for just up and deciding not to fight the Joker. There was that ‘relationship’ they were supposed to have now. But that was exactly why he wasn’t fighting at the moment.

"I guess. But I just need some time to myself sometimes you know?“ Batman said. “So don’t worry about it.”

"Ok Padre.“ Robin said, leaving for the kitchen.

…

This felt wrong. Robin led Joker into the police van. It had been very easy to capture him. Recently he had been easier to capture, but this time was the worst yet. On top of that, he looked awful. He was bruised and had a couple scars. His eye was swollen like he had been punched in the face.

"Mr. Joker, what happened to you?” Asked Robin.

"Oh this?“ Joker asked, looking pointedly at the bruised. “Just some injuries I got by fighting other heroes!”

Robin looked surprised.

"You fight other heroes?“

"Yeah.” Joker said defiantly. “So tell Bats that I don’t need him to have an enemy ok?”

Robin was about to say something but Barbara interrupted them.

"Ok into the police car with you.“ She said, pushing Joker into the van and slamming the door behind him.

"Ms. Gordan,” Robin asked. “Do you think Joker is ok?”

"Do I think he’s ok?“ She shrugged. “Bad guys are wierd. A lot of times I can’t really tell how they feel, but that’s not my job anyway. Just don’t worry about it, they can sort themselves out.”

As expected, the police van never actually delivered Joker to Arkham. Nowadays despite how easy it seemed to be to catch Joker, it was even harder to get him to jail. It seemed that Batman was the only one who could really deliver Joker to Arkham, without him there was no way to stop Joker from commiting crimes every other day.

"Let’s hope that whatever's going on with Batman stops soon.“ Barbara said to one of her officers. “Because I’m getting tired of having to capture Joker almost every day.”

…

Harley sighed as she pulled Joker onto the top of the police van.

"Boo boo, is there somethin’ wrong?“ Harley asked Joker.

"What?” Joker seemed distracted. “Oh. I’m fine I guess…”

"Well you just keep letting yourself get caught, and now you’re fighting other heroes, I just don’t understand what’s going on!“ Harley hopped of the police van into the purple car next to it. “Is this because Bats isn’t fighting you anymore?”

Joker fell into the seat beside her and sighed.

"Well I mean yeah. I thought that we wouldn’t have any more issues. I mean he said he hated me. And then there was…“ Joker thought of Batman’s lips pressed against his, something that he had never told Harley about. "Something else.”

"Relationships are difficult.“ Harley said wisely. "If you’re having issues then you just need to talk to him.”

"But I can’t!“ Joker said. "It’s like he’s ignoring me!”

"Then you gotta do somethin’ he can’t ignore.“ Harley said.

"Like what?”

…

“We have to be careful about this.”

Barbara stood huddled up with the rest of the police force. Above them the TV was turned onto the news channel. On the TV was the Joker, holding the mayor captive.

“If Gotham City ever wants to see it’s leader again, you’ll send Bats up here so we can have a little chat!” Joker’s voice said from the TV.

“So Batman isn’t coming?” One of the officers.

“That would be ideal but I don’t think he is.” Barbara said with a sigh. “We’re probably going to have to deal with this ourselves.

At that moment the door opened. In walked Robin, alone of course.

"Robin, has Batman heard about this yet?” Asked Barbara as soon as he entered the room.

“Yeah, but he says that he’s busy. He thinks we can take care of this ourselves.” Robin said.

Barbara groaned. After thinking for a couple seconds she spoke.

“Well since you’ve been in contact with Batman we’ll send you in first as a messenger. If that doesn’t work we’ll have teams in the surrounding buildings ready to take on the Joker. ”

…

"Be honest with me, do you think he’s coming?“ Joker asked the Mayor.

Of course she couldn’t respond as she was a bit preoccupied being strapped to a pole. The two of them were on top of a large tower, the wind whipping their clothes around. Joker lay on the ground on his belly, his legs kicking in the air.

"Y'know I hate him,” Joker sighed. “So much. At least I think I do. But he hasn’t fought me in a while. This should get him running back to me.”

The wail of police sirens drifted up to them. Joker stood up, walked over to the edge and looked down. Then he smiled.

"Looks like the cops are here!“ He said. "And my Bats can’t be far behind.”

A minute later a head poked up from behind the edge. It wasn’t Batman. It was his son, Robin.

"Hey, Bats’ little bird is here!“ Joker said. "Where's the big guy anyway?”

"Uh well, my Padre isn’t coming.“ Robin said apologetically. "But you can tell me what you want to say to him.”

Joker frowned.

"What? Are you kidding me?“ He exclaimed. "What I wanna know is why he refuses to fight me!”

"He said he needed time to himself. I don’t think he wants to fight you.“ Robin said.

"But why??” Joker’s asked again.

"He said it’s something to do with how you’re enemies I think.“

Joker’s face fell. For a while it was silent. Robin shivered, his arms and legs exposed in the wind. He felt bad for Joker. He knew he was a villain but Joker had always been nice to Robin. It always seemed obvious that Batman and Joker were close which made Robin sad that they weren’t talking.

"Mr. Joker?” Robin asked. “Are we going to fight now or…?

"No.” Joker’s looked broken. “I’ll just go.”

Without warning, Joker walked straight off the edge of the building. Robin ran after him and looked down. On the ground was a large bounce house, which must have broke Joker’s fall. At the moment he was nowhere in sight.

Robin let out a sigh of relief and went to untie the Mayor.

"Don’t worry miss, you’re safe now.“

…

Was this a problem?

Batman lay in bed, thinking things over. The only reason he was there was because Alfred insisted he get some sleep. Regardless he was still awake. And he could only think about one thing, one person. Joker.

What happened today was a clear sign that Joker wanted to see him. But he couldn’t face him. Every time he had seen or thought about Joker recently he had felt strange urges. He didn’t want to fight him, he wanted to… well he wasn’t exactly sure what he did want to do but it wasn’t fighting.

There was that one instance that haunted him. The kiss. That was impulsive, stupid but… Batman hated to admit it but it was the first one he had had in a while. Even worse he had liked it. That’s why he couldn’t face the Joker, not until he snapped out of this.

He decided he didn’t want to sleep. So he got out of bed and headed downstairs. Food, that’s what he needed. There was probably some lobster thermador he could have.

As he made him way down the stairs he could have sworn he heard another set of footsteps. He stopped, checking to see if he could still hear anything but there was nothing.

He had only been on the floor below for a couple seconds when there was a loud crash. A purple car had crashed through a wall near him, and from the dust emerged the Joker.

"Hello Batman!” Said Joker with a grin, an unusually hostile taking in his voice.

"Joker! Wha-“ Batman stopped. He saw the bruises and scars on his body. "What happened to you?”

“Since you decided you were gonna fight anyone but me, I decided that maybe I could start fighting other people.” Joker said bitterly.

“It looks like you’re getting hurt.” Batman said.

“Well you hurt me first so what do you care?” Joker retorted.

“What?”

“I don’t understand why you would do this!” Joker cried. “I thought we had this worked out? Were you lying to me? Do you even really hate me??”

“I don’t know how I feel!” Batman was getting sick of this whole hate thing. “I think it could be hate or… something. I guess I… care about you, and I don’t want you fighting other heroes and getting hurt. I mean I’ll fight you if that’s what you want but I’m not sure I wanna do that anymore. I guess because I think we’re more than that.”

While Batman was talking Joker had been moving closer. Now they were less than a foot apart.

"Then what should we do?” Joker asked.

"I’m dunno.“ Batman said.

This time Joker moved. He grabbed Batman’s face and kissed him. Batman wasn’t exactly surprised, and he didn’t resist. The first one was long, and while Joker seemed to know what he was doing, Batman was unfamiliar with the movements his mouth was going through.

The first kiss was followed up by a copious amount of quicker kisses, these ranging from his forehead to his neck. Lipstick was smeared all over Batman’s cowl by the time he pushed Joker away.

"Wait, what will people think of this? I mean we’re enemies.” Batman said.

"Nobody has to know,“ As Joker spoke he leaned back in. "As long as we keep fighting we’ll be enemies and no one will be the wiser.”

…

Robin ran up the stair towards his bedroom, making sure not to make any noise. He could barely contain his excitement, but didn’t make a peep until he reached his room.

"They’re in love!“ He exclaimed. "I knew there was something going on!”

It had always been obvious the two hadn’t actually hated each other but what they felt was never clear. But this was better than Robin could have expected. His imagination started going wild.

“What if they get married! Then I’ll have two dad’s!” He squealed. Then he thought of something. “But they can’t do that if they can’t tell anyone. Maybe I should fix that…”

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