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demivampirew · 4 years

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A new chapter begins

One-shot Henry x Reader

Triggers: mild smut, crying, blood loose, breakup.

A/N: I’ve decided to continue to tag the stories under the Henry tag. (like my dear @littlefreya says, we are no breaking the rules) I will also tag it under smut, even if there’s barely no sex on this story, but just in case. If you don’t like to see smut and you’re a lazy person who did not filtered the smut tag, don’t come at me, is no my fault; you’re the one to blame for that. Is a free world. I’m free to write whatever I want.

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Henry was in the middle of an important mission on Word of Warcraft. All his attention was put on it when the non-stop barking interrupted his attention. Kal was trying hard to announce to him that someone was knocking at the door. When he finally took-off his headset to ask the Akita what was going on, he heard the knocking. He ran into the door before the person left. With the virus going on, he received no visits unless it was an emergency. Since he hadn't ordered anything online, he wasn't expecting any packages either, so whoever was on the other side of the door, came without any previous notice. He asked who it was before opening and he felt goosebumps when your voice met his ears and your name was pronounced. His legs were shaking and his heart was beating fast. He hadn't seen you in a few months after you two broke up and things did no exactly ended up in the best way - Henry promised that he loved you and would fight for you two to be together, but decided to terminate the relationship because due to work you couldn't travel with him and he was not the type who could be in relationships that would require time apart from each other. And, for the first time in his life, he regretted that decision. You were right, the love you felt for each other was worth fighting for. Seeing you confused him because you were mad at him and said that never wanted to see him again after he broke his promise and your heart. He allowed you to enter the place and you sit on the couch of the living room. - How are you? - Henry asked, sitting in a chair in front of you. - Fine, I guess- you replied with a dry tone and shrugged. You were still angry and it was obvious. - Can I get you something to drink? I have cold Guinness in the fridge.- he offered. - No, thank you.- you rejected the beer and a long silence follow after that. - Why are you here? - your ex-boyfriend questioned confused. - Because I have something to tell you.- you answered and paused revelling the motive of your visit. You looked into his eyes and grabbed the bottom of your loose shirt and raise it, revealing a baby bump. It was big enough to be obvious what it was, but no so big that was visible with clothes on - unless you were wearing tight clothing. Henry was speechless. He felt as if all the oxygen was escaping from his body and he couldn't concentrate or breath correctly. - How... Since when have you... - he could complete any sentence of how shocked he was. - I found out a week after we broke up when the symptoms started.- you explained- I didn't tell you back then because the firsts months can be risky and I had no desire to bother you if I lost it. My intention is not to bother you at all, I just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to be a part of the baby's life. In case you don't want to do anything with her/him, that's fine with me. - Are you serious right now? Of course, I want to be part of my kid's life. That's like, everything I've ever wanted. A family... a true family. Children to love and a woman that I love.- he said while kneeling in front of you with a huge smile on his face, extending his arms to grab your face. You pulled them off and he felt his heart crush as a reaction to your rejection. - I think you are confused.- you informed him- I'm not here to get back together with you. I'm here to let you know that you'll be a father if you choose to be it. But, just like you decided months ago, our relationship is over. I want a partner that wants to be with me for me and not because he feels obligated for we have a child together. I deserve love, true love. - But I love you.- Henry assured you- I had and I'll always love you. - Yeah, sure. That's why you broke up with me or why you didn't go looking for me after that to say you were wrong, because you love me.- you replied, rolling your eyes and pouting. - I wanted to do it, but I was afraid you were going to reject me like you're doing now and I couldn't take that.- he explained. - Then you're a coward and selfish.-you defied him- We could have been together if you care about my feelings as much as you care about yours.- you pointed out and stood up. You walked towards the door and stopped yourself abruptly. You turned around and after a deep sigh, you took a picture from your bag. It was an ultrasound photo of the baby. You left it in a piece of furniture and then left the place. Henry took the picture and stared at it. His head was spinning and he felt a rollercoaster of emotions. His biggest dream and nightmare came true at the same time: he'd have a child with the love of his life, but he wouldn't be able to spend time with them together, because he hurt you and he made you feel like you weren't worthy of his love and attention.

In the following months, you allowed him to come with you to doctor's appointments and ultrasounds. You approve for him to text you two times a day - on the morning and at nighttime- and the only subject you'd talk was the pregnancy and its symptoms.

At 2 am, Henry was woken up by a phone call. You informed him that you were at the clinic due to blood loss but the doctor had already checked on you and told you that everything was fine but that you had to stay for a few hours on observation just to be sure. Your intention was only to keep him updated in everything baby related as he asked, but soon enough he was there keep you company. Wearing a green lose the shirt, some grey sweatpants and a beanie; clearly, he hasn't changed from his sleep-clothing before rushing into the medical centre. By midday, after a few other routine tests, the doctor confirmed that there was no risk at all and let you go. Henry took you to your place, but refuse to leave until you accepted to move with him. He assured you that he was no going to try to get back together with you, since clearly you had no desire, but was only for him to be there if you needed anything. You had always been a bit stubborn, but you knew that was the best thing to do, so you accepted.

Taken aside the hurtful part of seeing each other every day, living with Henry was amazing. He cooked all meals. Would gladly satisfy your cravings. He even moved into a little guest room, leaving you the biggest bed in the house; you told him that you were ok in the smaller one, but he insists you on staying in the main room to be more comfortable.

Week 24 of your pregnancy. Your belly was growing bigger by the day. After a conversation with Henry both agreed to wait until the baby was born to know the sex. As for the cohabitation, you two finally reached a good place. He was always friendly, but you were cold and distant, but after almost two months of living together, you finally started to be nice to him. Now you would even spend time watching movies together and laugh like you used to do in the past. Henry was on his free day from shooting the series. Production returned a few weeks before, and most days he'd woke up at 3 am, but he'd sleep until 10 am on his work-free days. However, that night you woke him up at 5 am. He was peacefully sleeping when you entered the room and started to call his name. You had to move his arm to get him to wake up, for naming him wasn't enough to wake him up. - What's going on? - he asked worriedly as he tried to wake up. - Is moving! - you exclaimed excitedly- The baby is moving for the first time! - you repeated- Do you want to feel it? - Hell yeah! - he replied smiling and put his hands on your belly. He waited for a few minutes until he finally felt the unborn child move inside you. He held the tears covering his eyes. It was such an unreal moment. Henry pressed his forehead on you and kiss the exterior of his baby's home. The touch of his lips against your skin sending shivers down your body and you smiled. Seeing him be this happy filled your heart. You knew that whatever happens in life, he would always be there for the two of you. You made him move and you laid on the bed next to him, allowing him to keep a hand on your belly. He deserved to enjoy that moment as much as you did. - I've been thinking in baby names.- you said smirking - Really? Ok...let's hear them.- he encouraged you - If it's a girl, Katerina Simone. -you proposed - Ok, but... it doesn't rhyme with my last name.- he pointed out. - Oh, because Henry Willian Dalgliesh Cavill rhymes a lot.- you joked, laughing. Henry raised an eyebrow and gave you a judgy look- My doesn't rhyme either.- you informed him. - So it doesn't matter. Those are pretty names.- You affirmed him. - Alright, and what if it's a boy? Do you have a name in mind? - he wanted to know. -Oh, yeah.- you look at him, giving him a devilishly smile- Bruce.- you replied and laugh. - Are you serious?- he asked, laughing but a bit hurt. You chose the name of his character's rival for your baby. That was mean. - No, I'm just messing with you.- you admitted.- If it's a boy I thought about naming him - you paused and he was getting anxious- Geralt Clark. - you finally said and he looked at you with surprise. - Is this another joke? - he questioned suspiciously - Nope, I'm serious this time. I like Geralt, is a cute name and I've got the feeling that might be a popular name among kids his age. And Clark, well, I first I thought about Kal, but you already have a son named Kal and I didn't want to create any confusion, so I went for that one instead. - You didn't have to name them as my character, you're free to choose others.- he assured you. - I know, but I'm happy with those names and I know they meant a lot to you and I'm sure our son if it's a boy, will appreciate them. Henry looked at you with the biggest smile. After a long silence, just staring at each other, with one of his hands in your belly with yours, feeling the baby move, you finally spoke again. - Can I ask you a question? - you requested - Absolutely. - Do you... this is going to sound silly - you excused yourself- do you think that I'm attractive? I mean, with this huge belly. Do you think I'm sexy? - you questioned shyly. - Pfff.- he replied, making a gesture with his face as if he was surprised that you had to ask that- Let's say that if we would be together still, I'd have spent every free minute making love to you, instead of watching movies. You were lying on your back. You looked at the sealing while smiling. Henry moved the hand to your face, stroking it with the back of it. You turned your head to face him and give him an unspoken signal that he could kiss you and he did exactly that. His lips tasted so sweet. Gosh, you missed his touch so much. You giggled a lot while trying to have sex with your belly - on the side, you on top and he going down on you were the main poses you went for. After finishing, still naked, you fell asleep with him spooning you, keeping an arm around your belly, kissing your shoulders and the back of your head.

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p3nny4urth0ught5 · 4 years

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One Step Back - Chapter 1

Hey everyone! I finally finished the next part of One Step Back. Thank you so much to everyone who has been so supportive so far!

If you want to be added to the taglist please let me know! Also big shoutout again to @singeramg. I honestly don’t think I would be able to do this without her. You all should read her stuff.

Just a reminder, this story takes places after the events of Justice League. The timeline is a little different so if things seem a little incorrect that is why. Also this part is still from Clark’s POV. I’m planning on officially introducing the reader the next chapter. Thanks everyone!

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Clark was anxious. He was so nervous that he could barely breathe. He kept having to stop his leg from bouncing. His hand rubbed the nape of his neck and his entire body felt as stiff as a board. He decided to take the bus back home instead of just flying, and while it was probably a good idea for him to not be in the air right now with how much of a mess he was, it was also very counter-intuitive because it gave him more time to dwell on what was to come.

He hadn’t been able to get Y/n off his mind in months and yet now he felt like an idiot for making this trip. The two of them had grown up together. They met when they were kids and became joined at the hip despite his parent’s reluctance to him having any close friends. She had fought tooth and nail for the right to be his friend and had proved time and time again that she was worth the risk it was to him and his parents. In fact, after the whole bus incident from when they were kids, she became so defensive and protective of him that she had definitely scared off both kids and their parents alike from confronting him or his mom and dad about what happened. Lois had even been intimidated by her when she came around looking for answers about who he was, and knowing how Lois was, that in and of itself was extremely impressive and surprisingly heartwarming.

After his dad died, he hadn’t been able to stay in Smallville. He felt like in order to find himself and assuage the pain and guilt and loss he felt, he had to leave. Clark hated leaving his mom to deal with his father’s death all alone, but it was eating him alive being in his home when his dad was gone and he could have saved him. He had been so angry at him for not letting him help and at himself for listening to him. Despite how hard it was, he needed to leave, to get himself straightened out.

As difficult as it was to leave his mom, his home, and everything he knew, it had been especially hard for him to leave Y/n. He had been through everything with her and not only was she his best friend and his rock, but the two of them had eventually fallen in love and became high school sweethearts. He had proposed to her just a few months prior to the death of his father. The two of them hadn’t even started seriously planning the wedding but they had decided on a few things here or there very casually, such as possible colors they liked or how many people they wanted in the wedding He loved waking up and knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with his best friend and love of his life. Clark had been so in love with her. Leaving her, had left the both of them heartbroken and wishing things were different, and it was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.

To this day, he still could remember her standing on his porch, tears in her eyes, telling him that she didn’t want him to leave. They had fought over the prospect of him being gone for weeks but eventually she had told him that she understood why he was doing what he was, she just wasn’t happy about it and didn’t agree, all she asked was that he come back to her.

The bus he was in was crowded and noisy and the sound of a crying child dragged him from his memories of Y/n. He looked up and saw a frantic mother of three at her wits end, her two boys fighting next to her and her toddler crying inconsolably in her arms. The child had her arms outstretched toward the ground, reaching for something, and when Clark looked down, he saw a stuffed elephant sprawled across the floor of the bus. His heart stopped at the shear pain on the child’s face and the anguish in her cries. He felt himself feeling her pain as his own, wanting to cry out as she did, but he couldn’t.

Clark reached down and grabbed the ratty old stuffed toy, clearly something that had been loved on for years so probably a hand-me-down of some sort, and held it out to the teary-eyed child. Upon receiving what she was looking for, the child gurgled for a moment and then immediately quieted. The mother looked down at her now silent baby and breathed in a sigh of relief. A smile broke out across Clark’s face. The young girl stuck the elephant’s ear into her mouth and started to suck on it. He had to hold in a laugh at how quickly she had been pleased as he shook his head and turned to the window, looking out at the changing scenery. A flash of regret struck through him. By now, he thought that he would’ve had a whole gaggle of kids or at least, that was the plan when he was still learning to be a man.

As the view outside changed from the city to the countryside, Clark tried to clear his head of the nonsense running through it and get back to focusing on seeing his mom. He hadn’t been home since he had helped her move back into their house after Bruce bought the bank. He still couldn’t believe that he did that. He definitely appreciated it, but Clark just couldn’t fathom anyone having enough money to just up and buy a bank. He had grown up on a farm in a small town and while he lived in Metropolis now and worked for a very successful newspaper, he still wasn’t exactly flush with cash. Being a pencil pusher mostly meant he wasn’t paid super well. Clark liked his job well enough and it gave him an excuse to poke his nose into things and places where it didn’t belong but he didn’t have the passion for it that Lois did. Something just didn’t feel right, like there was something missing.

After a few hours, Clark was finally home again and he felt himself fill with joy at the thought of seeing his mother. Despite his underlying reason for coming home, he was still very excited to be back. He imagined this is what he might have felt had he gone away to college and come home for the summer. The bus dropped him at the city limits so he started the long trek to his family farm. He decided to walk through the center of town because it had been such a long time since he had seen it.

Everything he saw as he walked along the familiar sidewalk brought back memories from his childhood, both good and bad. There was the diner on the corner where he would spend time with his parents when they had a little bit of money to spare for a night out. The old movie theater that he and Y/n used to sneak into, well... that Y/n used to help him sneak into. He could practically see the two of them running around town like the hooligans they were, getting into trouble and Y/n always took the blame. Most of the stuff they did was her idea anyway but he played an equal part. People were always confused as to why the two of them were such good friends when she was such a troublemaker and he stayed on the straight and narrow. He couldn’t help but laugh thinking about how people used to talk about what a bad influence on him she was. It was 100% true, but he didn’t care either way.

A few things had changed here or there in the town, it actually seemed a bit bigger than he remembered, there seemed to be more people that he didn’t recognize but Clark didn’t put much thought into it. He continued on his journey home and started to pass by the other family farms that were in between town and his home. Clark noticed that most of them seemed to be doing quite well and it looked like there had been a few updates done to the houses as well as some newer cars in the driveways. It was puzzling to him how they could afford that but once again he didn’t let that thought bother him.

As he got closer to home, he felt his throat start to close up and it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. The air started to fill with the scent of wildflowers and lavender that always seemed to permeate from the property no matter what season. He took a deep breath and stopped in his tracks. In his mind, as clear as the light of day, he could see Y/n lying next to him smelling so strongly of those two things, her skin soft and sun kissed from being outside. His mouth watered for the taste of apples, something she always seemed to have on her that the two of them would share at lunch or after school. He could feel her touch on his skin and hear her laugh almost as if she was right next to him. Just as Clark started to lose himself in the memories, he noted that the air smelt dusty and barren, as if the house hadn’t been lived in properly for months if not longer. His eyes snapped open and he had to stop himself from rushing to the front door. He took a good look at the house and while it still looked like it was in great shape, it was obvious to him that no one had been there in quite a while. The house was obviously still being maintained by someone as it looked quite clean and put together, but he didn’t see or hear or smell anyone living there. His heart sank in his chest and he started to feel light-headed. She wasn’t there.

Clark tried to push all the negative thoughts creeping up in his mind that something had happened to her or that she was with someone else. For some reason the second option sounded all the more terrifying and filled him with more dread then the first. He continued walking toward his mom’s house, the trek feeling like it took even longer than it should have. His feet felt like they were filled with lead and seemed to get heavier with every step that he took further from her home and toward his previous one. He tried to focus on the other reason he was here, his mom, but Y/n was hovering in the back of his mind and he had to focus on not letting it overwhelm him.

He continued walking and arrived at his mother’s home just a few moments later even though it felt like it took a good four hours. Clark felt a little bit of the weight on his shoulders fall off at finally being home. His chest didn’t feel like it was completely caved in anymore and he could breathe. A small smile graced his lips as his mom walked out of her house and the family dog, Frank, ran out of the house and up to him. She smiled and laughed, cupping her hand over her brow to block out the sun, “Is that my boy?”

He crouched down and scratched Frank behind his ears and ruffled his fur. “Hey Mom.”

It was hard to believe as he looked around that just a few months ago all of this had been seized by the bank. His mom had to move with all of their stuff and abandon their home where he grew up, and yet it didn’t look like a thing had changed, it looked the same as it always had. A small part of him was comforted by the fact that nothing had changed.

She walked down the porch steps and threw her arms around him. Still touch sensitive, he flinched and tried to disguise it by hugging her back tightly. His heart sunk at still feeling anxious like he was. He thought if anyone would be a comfort instead of another reason for him to feel tense, it would be his mother, but apparently not.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come home. If I would’ve known I would’ve made a roast or something.” The two separated and he crouched down to grab his bags as she led him inside.

“I wanted to surprise you.” His cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling, meanwhile his skin still ached from where she had touched him.

“Well I’m always happy to see you honey. Come on in, let me get you something to eat.”

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Being at his mother’s house for the past few days had done him some good. Clark felt like he was a little more relaxed, less on edge. He loved being home, getting to help out his mom around the house, working in the fields, it made him feel like a kid again, but something kept nagging him at the back of his mind, Y/n. He hadn’t dared to bring her up yet. It was causing him to lose sleep thinking about her, not knowing where she was or if she was alright. He knew that his mom knew something was on his mind, and he was sure she knew what that was as well. He never could hide anything from her. Sometimes she would look at him like she wanted to bring it up but then turn away. Clark knew that it was his responsibility to bring her up, he knew that she was trying to get him to admit his mistakes and ask her what he was dying to ask.

It all came to a head about a week after he’d come home. He couldn’t let the thought of her eat away at him any longer without getting answers. The two of them had been working tirelessly all day and were now in the kitchen preparing dinner, well, his mother was at least. He had offered to help and she had shooed him away like always, claiming that she liked to do it and didn’t need any help.

“Hey Mom?”She looked up from where she was stirring something in a pot on the stove.

“Yes dear? What is it?”

He had a sense of déjà vu, sitting at the dining room table drinking a half empty mug of coffee. A sigh passed through his lips as his stomach turned and his soul filled with dread. Now that he had begun the conversation, he was having second thoughts, but he knew he had to push forward even though things were about to get very uncomfortable.

“Where’s Y/n? I walked by her home the other day on my way here and it seemed like it had been empty for a while.” He gulped and felt like he was trying to swallow a boulder. His chest was tightening as he waited for a response and his heart felt like it was about to pump out of his chest.

Clark’s mom’s back straightened. He could hear her take a deep breath as she turned off the stove. His mind raced when she didn’t immediately start talking. She took a few moments to wipe off her hands and settled herself down at the table beside him. Her hands reached out and grabbed one of his into her own.

“She left town shortly after the funeral we had for you here at the house. After she found out about Lois, she was completely devastated and she got a great job offer out of town and took it. I tried to talk her into staying but you know how hard headed she is.” His heart stopped; she was gone. He had hoped to have told her about the Lois situation himself but knew that was probably just a pipe dream at this point. “Son I love you but I have to say I have never been more disappointed with you with the way you treated that poor girl. She deserved better than that.”

That statement hit him hard. He knew he should have treated her better and come clean sooner with her about him and Lois, but he was scared, and it was difficult trying to juggle his superhero persona and his normal life as Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet. Y/n leaving because of him was the last thing he wanted. He had hoped that the two of them could sit down and talk like adults and try to mend the bridge he had broken by leaving in the first place. A big part of him knew that the conversation would not go that way at all but he had still hoped at the time. Now, he was lost.

“Where is she Mom? Where did she go?” It felt like someone was choking him from the inside of his throat and he felt his eyes fill with tears.

His mom had a dejected smile on her face. She cupped his cheek with her hand and he felt himself grit his teeth at the touch, it still made him ache. “I don’t know son.”

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riseofnightwing · 4 years

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These Four Walls And Me - Dick Grayson Imagine

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: Dick, all titans and the reader went to a hard mission against the Joker. Something’s wrong and Dick dies, but is he really dead?

Warnings: Cursing, mention of smut, fights. *Y/S/H/N: your superhero name* *Italic means memories*

Credits: Thank you, @incorrect-titans-quotes for always helping me. i’d give up on this if it wasnt u.

Today is D day. The day we will finally do what we’ve been planning everyday for one month. To stop the Joker. Dick has done his best to the team, we train everyday with blinded eyes for hours. Because anything can be taken from you in a battle. I forgot to say that Dick Grayson is also my 4 years boyfriend, i may be suspect to talk about him as a hero and as a lover, after all..everything he does is pretty well done, so if there’s something we are in this moment is ready to catch this fucking crazy villain.

[4 PM. Titans Tower, Training room]

This was our last training, i had Dick watching us and Jason against me right now and it’s not easy, after all, the three of us had been trained by Batman himself. Me and jayson had our sticks so we could practice defence, no attacking. Blinded, i could feel Jason’s breath behind and when i feel the closeness of his stick, i hit it with mine

“Are you asleep, Jaybird?” I mock him

“Wait and see, Y/N”

“Be mad, Jason, but defend yourself, concentrate” Dick said in his particular tone.

Attack followed by defence, the training kept going. Every move was necessary. When both of us had properly trained, we followed to the living room, where we met the rest of the Titans. Dick wanted to reunite us so he could talk about tonight.

“I believe all of you are fully ready to this. But it’s a dangerous mission and i need to ask you all, one more time to be concentrated in this. Be fast, be confident, we are in a bigger number but it doesn’t mean he has no ace up his sleeve. After all, he’s the joker.” Dick has concern lacing his voice as he tried to make them all understand it wouldn’t be easy.

We had already fought agains many villains, but this one really had got us in alert. The fact is: Joker is a psychopath, nothing satisfies him more than provoking his targets, whether through chaos, fear, delirium. He’s been here in San Francisco, but this is our place, and he won’t mess it up.

“We can do that, we know the old train station, we rule here in San Francisco so i believe we have advantage” Kory said

“Yes, we will do that in the most titan’s style, this is what we do, guys!” Gar said with his notorious excitement.

“Be careful, smart and lithe. We’ve seen things the rest of you can’t imagine, when in Gotham, I don’t want it to happen here.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, we’ll do our best.” Rachel says and hugs me. Since she came in, since the start, Dick had done everything to protect her and i may have got into this with him, because i see her as my own child.

We are a Family, every one of us complete our team, so that’s why 1 month of insane training. We are ready.

[ 10 p.m, Dick and Y/N’s bedroom]

“We will stop him, won’t we?” Dick asks while we were cuddling in bed, we took our bath and we were relaxing right now but something doesn’t seem okay, my black-and-blue Bird doesn’t seem that confident as he Always do.

“We will, love, because we strive for that. You’re our mentor, Dick and you’ve done everything so we could be hundred porcent compatible to him in this mission. Don’t worry that much. You, by yourself would detain him, i blindly believe it.” I tell him, filling him with kissies over all his face.

“Okay, okay, baby, i’ll relax, we’ll be lying here after that and we’ll make love like there’s no other day on Earth.” He says in my ear, I wish we didn’t have a mission to lead.

“You’re such a perv, Dick Grayson” I mock him and he starst tickling me.

“You make me, Y/N” and we kiss.

“I love you, D.” I tell him.

“I love you with all my heart, kitten” the surname he use to call me since we met.

We heard a knock in our door. It was Jason.

“Hey, Guys, C’mon, We need to go, he’s almost out of the old station” He says from behind the door.

“We’re coming.” Dick in his serious tone answer Jason.

“It’s time, love.” And we went to change in our suits.

[10:45 p.m, San Francisco’s Old train station]

We get there, to end it up for once. We recognize the place that we had already beat some bad guys. It is dark but with some old yellow lights, behind the railroad of the train, there is an abyss that’s the reason why this station is closed, there’s 2 trains in the railroad, and a misterious silence.

Dick was the first one to appear, he told us to stay back until the joker appears. We stay in the dark, Jason is already upside the train station.

“Joker, i can offer you a deal. I’ll send you right to arkham and you wont have to fight against all of us.”

When we least expected, he apperead. Not in the way we expected, he had a hostage. He was holding a woman by her neck, she had her 30 years or more, tiny woman with glasses.

“This fucking whore was dealing my penalty for criminal acts in gotham. She was going to send me to arkham, can you believe it? and she ran to San Francisco so she could be safe from me.” The freak laughs out loud in his own typical way. “I guess you all asked yourselves what the hell i’m doing here? This cunt is the reason, now that she’s gonna die, i won’t to Arkham anymore and i’ll be free.” More and more laugh, i can’t bare hearing this asshole laugh like this anymore

He knew we’d be coming, he knew we’d be after him, but he didn’t stop.

“You won’t take a life from a inocent, Joker, let her go.” Dick says, confident and being sure that tonight he has one point: stop him.

“You did surprise me this time, Nightwing. Do you really think i’ll be letting her go? This is the first time i see you so defensive, what’s up? Love has made you soft?”

He draws a gun. Fuck. He points the gun at her jugular.

“Where’s the rest of your team of dumbasses, Little Bird? Are you by yourself? Are you going to tell them to leave or i will have to kill her so fast? I wish I could enjoy a little more”

“We can end up in two ways, Joker, one: you let her go and we will solve it with no inocente lives. Two: i kill you.” I can hear anger, fury in Dick’s voice

We were hiding in the back of the two trains, me, Dawn and Donna.. Jason was up in the roof of the station, ready to act, and now it’s the our. I give him the sign.

In a minute lot’s of things happen, it’s like a movie is passing by our eyes

Jason used the birdarangue to hit the joker in the leg, at the same time Dick pushes the hostage and tell her to go. Dick and the Joker start fighting physically, it gets rough and when we move to get in, a loud noise got us mute.

The joker had a bomb. My ear aches, my head is about to explode, but my only worrie is: is Dick fine? There’s a lot of smoke and i can’t see anything but i try to get closer, i need to see him. Something in my heart say it isn’t good.

“NIGHTWING?” i yell and it only hurts more. I have no answer. I crall a bit more and i call him again. “DICK?” still have no answer.

“Y/S/H/N, I don’t know where Dick is, he was right here, he was fighthing the joker, he..i..don’t know” Jason says still confused because he was also too close to joker like Dick.

The smoke was going away, i could see Jason again, he was all blodied because of the fragments that exploded with the bomb.

I was slowly recognizin the faces around me, and i didn’t see my boyfriend’s face. I started getting anxious, i started feeling bad and i had no more air, where’s Dick Grayson? “DICK WHERE ARE YOU, please answer me, dick” i still had strenght to yell but i felt my vision blur and i have no more strenght to finish the sentence. Where is Dick, where’s him?

“Y/N, I found this, I’m sorry, I think Dick couldn’t make it, i think he fell in the abssys.” Hank gave me a piece of his uniform, the black and blue fabric of his Nightwing uniform.

I couldn’t believe, it was like there was no ground in my feet, i felt everything getting far, i could barely hear anything anymore, this was the biggest pain i’ve ever felt, everything hurted and i felt like had no more air to breath.

I fell on the ground, i called, i yelled for his name but he never came, i can only feel donna come to help me and everything went black.

[6 a.m, TitansTower]

I woke up in our bed, It all felt like a nightmare. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t here, I had to go to the living room. I wish I could have stayed in bed because when i got in the room, all i saw was sad faces looking right at me, and i couldn’t take it, he’s not there.

“Y/N, come here” Dawn says calling me to her side.

“Dawn, it was real, wasn’t it? He couldn’t make it, could him?” I sob and try to think straight but it is too hard. It was like one tonne had fall in my head.

“He couldn’t, Y/N, we can believe it, but he couldn’t” Dawn is in front of me right now. Holding my hands, she was trying to make me feel better but I couldn’t. I could only feel pain but this time something else appeared and it was anger, because the Joker took him from me and he would pay.

“Jason, call Bruce” I said in a serious tone and i left to our bedroom.

When i got there, And I, I wanted the sheets to take me under because I can't help but think, what if I had one more night for goodbye? He won’t be here to turn the lights off, it will be only these four walls and me.

I went to take a shower, and staring at the shower’s wall i just could realize the numb i felt.

“I would give the world for more time to look at you” Dick caressed my face while we were under the shower

“I think we’ll have a long time, baby, because i’m yours and i do not pretend not being yours someday..” He kissed me, grabbing my legs he pressed me against the wall and we loved each other.

It hit me like a truck, the feeling of griefing was taking me. I tried to eat but the lump in my throat got in the way, this feeling, this feeling that i don’t have Dick anymore, it wasn’t human.

I follow to the living room, because i need to do it. Jason has lost his mentor, his old brother, the image of everything he wanted to be. Rachel has lost her image of parent. Gar has lost his leader. I need to be there for him, but the pain crashes my heart in many ways.When I get there, I hug every one of them and I sob by crying because I know how it hurts to understand it, then I left to the training room. I need to put this out, I can’t stand anymore, I’m going to train, I’m gonna make the Joker pay.I start to hit the punching bag, I hit it multiple times and I felt like I was losing my control, I kick it, I punch it with all my strenght.

“You, by yourself would detain him, i blindly believe it.” I told him, filling him with kissies over all his face.

“Okay, okay, baby, i’ll relax, we’ll be lying here after that and we’ll make love like there’s no other day on Earth.” He said

“You’re such a perv, Dick Grayson” I mock him and he starst tickling me.

“You make me, Y/N” and we kiss.

“I love you, D.” I tell him.

“I love you with all my heart, kitten”

“NO!” I yell punch the bag now crying when this memory hits me. “NO, DICK!” I punch it harder “YOU’RE NOT GONE” I keep yelling and i felt my body losing his strenght, until i felt Jason’s arms holding me, helping me and putting me on the ground.

“Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this, please” Jason says, after all, he’s like our little Bird, our little brother who’s Always on our feet, Always here.

“He’s dead, Jason, oh my god, he is dead.” I couldn’t believe how much it hurted. It is cruciating.

“You can and you will, Y/N, we need you, you gave the orders when Dick wasn’t here in the tower, you’ve Always been our second command.” I look at the kid’s eye and I start realizing they were needing me. Dick would never want me to destroy myself and give up on Titans, Because I can’t count how many things Dick had done for this team, it was his life. Our life.

“I’m here, Jaybird, I’ll recover for him and for you all. I need to talk to bruce first.”

[9 P.M, TitansTower]

I called Bruce, he was broken. But just like him, we seek for justice and that’s what’s going to happen. I ask Bruce to locate the Joker and me and them would catch him. For once.

“Team, go change, Joker is in the Central Museum, we’re going there.” I tell them the plain, we change and follow to the place.

[10 P.M, Central Museum]

The Museum was already closed, no people in there, only the fucking crazy Joker trying to do more crimes, but he wouldn’t, not here and nowhere.

When we first get in there, silente was dominating, he was hiding but he could show up anytime, so we were ready.

“You’re sure you want to do this, Y/S/H/N? Aren’t you feeling too bad, Darling? Your black uniform fits well your new status, because right now you’re a widow.” The bastars laughs out loud from my pain, but right now, i felt empty, i only had anger and fury going throught my mind.

“Won’t you show up, Joker?” I say so he can hear from wherever he is “Come here, Confront me. You’ve already took the life of the man i love. I don’t feel anything anymore.”

He appears, wth the most sassy and dirty smile in that fucking crazy face. My heart is so tiny right now. This man took my love, the only one i had in life.

“You guys won’t stop trying to detain me until i kill one by one?” He says to us

We get ready to start the Fighting but we get surprised by one of the glasses of the top windows cracking. The noise is so loud

“What is happening?” I hear Donna

“You’re wrong joker, you won’t finish to kill one by one because haven’t even started, you crap” This voice, this so well known voice. My heart pounds in my chest and I ask myself if i’m crazy or it is actually happening.

Then i look to the top of the museum and there he is. Holding on his bat-rope. My Black-and-Blue Bird. Alive.

“Nightwing, I asked myself when we’d see each other again. I believed you’d like to do some mistery but here you are. I have to tell you, your timing sucks.” Joker laughs.

I stay paralised looking at Dick. He was here, right in front of me.

“What can I do? It’s a gift.” He answers the joker, fastly gets down to the ground and kisses me. “I couldn’t die, I fought too much not to die, because I had to come back. To you.” He kisses me.

“Rachel! NOW!” Donna yells, she wraps him in her lasso of truth and Raven envolve him with her black magic. They take him to San Francisco police which was outside the museum waiting to take him to arkham. We did beat him.

[1 A.M, TitansTower]

The going back home was unbeliavable, the guys were crazy about it, Gar and Jason wouldn’t get out from Dick’s feet. Our leader was back.

“Guys, I appreciate your love, You all are my Family and i’m so grateful, I can’t explain how hard it was, but i’m here, and tomorrow i’ll clarify everything. Because right now i’m going to love my girl.” Everyone laughs and we follow to our room.

There’s no words, there’s only two crazy lovers wanting everything the other can give, because the time that passed was too much for both of them to handle.

Dick was home, with me.

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m00nslippers · 5 years

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Just a few more of Jason Todd’s feats (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

This is continued from Part 1, where I went through most everything relevant in the Preboot-era for Jason that I’m aware of. The exception to that is the events of Countdown which does feature Jason but also had him fighting extra-dimensional people so there is not much relevance to the main DC universe, and Lost Days where he doesn’t fight anyone who has ever fought anyone else of note. Happily, Jason kept the vast majority of his stories as canon after the reboot, so the only things from Part One that are questionable are things that don’t take place in Batman comics. I totally forgot Nightwing: Brothers in Blood though so I’m adding it, even if it isn’t canon anymore.

As before, I’m listing the major fights where Jason fights against skilled vigilantes or assassins, basically people skilled/important enough that you can use the match to measure his ability, so I’m discounting fights with nobodies and goons and low tier vigilantes/criminals.

To reiterate from Part 1, Jason is often in a position to kill his opponents, so in many matches he could technically win at any point, but he chooses not to. In the New 52 and beyond Jason acts more as a hero/protagonist in many cases so he runs a lot less and fights other Bats less often. But as before in the case that he does run or the fight is inconclusive, I’m just going to call it a ‘tie’. I’m going to rate the outcome of matches as such:

Win - Jason kills, incapacitates, checkmates or otherwise defeats his opponent.

Tie with an advantage - Jason escapes or stops the fight with less damage than his opponent or having achieved more goals.

Tie - More or less an equal amount of damage, or goal achievement on both sides.

Tie with a disadvantage - Jason escapes or stops the fight with more damage than his opponent or not having achieved his goal.

Loss - Jason is captured, incapacitated, checkmated or otherwise defeated.

Let me just preface this by saying that many fights in the New 52/Rebirth, especially any instance where Jason fights alongside other batkids--especially Tim and Damian--Jason is purposefully made to look incompetent and the other superior, contrary to pretty much everything we know about Jason and Damian or Tim’s skills. Not that Tim or Damian are bad fighters, but Part 1 of this series makes it pretty damn clear that Jason is superior to both in skill/ability--which makes sense, he’s bigger and older and been fighting longer, there is no shame in that. So take the fights that involve them with a grain of salt, because most of them paint one or both characters as OOC. I usually try to be quick with the summaries of fights but I’m going to go into why some of these fights don’t make sense.

Nightwing: Brothers in Blood (1996)

Nightwing (Jason Todd) vs Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Win - Jason actually saves Dick from falling off a building right before this, which Dick doesn’t really appreciate. They roll about fighting on the rooftop a bit with Jason seeming more playful while Dick is furious, ending in Dick hanging off the side of a building Lion-King style and Jason slashing his hand to drop him, effectively winning the fight.

Nightwing (Jason Todd) vs Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Win - Dick leaps off a catwalk to try to fight Jason in civilian identity, which is silly but whatever. They trade some good blows but in the end, Jason knocks Dick out and escapes.

Batman, Incorporated (2012)

Wingman (Jason Todd), Redbird (Damian Wayne), The Hood and El Gaucho vs Merlyn, Sportsmaster, and thirty of the best League Assassins.

Win - Jason just walks through these guys. Damian shoots Merlyn with an arrow which was helpful but completely unnecessary and Jason electrocutes the guy. El Gaucho and The Hood help out but they struggle throughout. Jason casually takes out anyone who gets close. I only bother mentioning this fight at all because we are explicitly told these guys are THE BEST THIRTY assassins the League has, including named guys like Sportsmaster and it’s a joke. That is the level Jason is at.

Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011)

Red Hood and Starfire vs Lady Shiva, Manbats and Bronze Tiger

Tie with an advantage - Jason starts this fight chained to a pillar, which he gets out of in the blink of an eye. He then proceeds to punch out some manbats, gets in a fight with Lady Shiva, which he wins with a nerve strike, though it’s implied to be cheating by the dialogue, and then trades blows with Bronze Tiger. Granted, he gets in a tight spot with Bronze Tiger, for Star to jump in and assist. I’ll call it a tie, but anytime you take out Lady Godamn Shiva it’s a win.

Red Hood vs Ra’s Al Ghul

Win - This fight has more going on than just the martial arts, there’s magic Well of Sins/All-Caste stuff going on too, but generally speaking it’s a sword fight between Ra’s and Jason, in which Jason has the upper hand throughout and in the end he strike Ra’s down and strips him of the power of the Well of Sins.

Red Hood vs Ravager

Tie - Jason and Ravager are pretty evenly matched but it’s likely neither are trying their hardest because even after they stalemate each other, the fight ends and they go about their business.

Batman And Robin (2011)

Red Hood vs Robin (Damian Wayne)

Tie - By his own admission, Jason isn’t fighting his hardest against Damian. They exchange blows, Damian at one point has Jason at sword point, but Jason pulls an electrified baton like Nightwing’s, only Damian isn’t there, he’s escaped with his objective, which is Jason’s Red Hood helmet. So you may wonder why I classify this match as a tie when Damian seemed to get away with his objective. Well, it’s because Jason’s helmet can be remote detonated. Jason technically has Damian at a checkmate, but he’s not going to blow up his baby brother so I’d call this a tie.

Red Hood vs Batman

Tie - Jason is compromised through this whole fight but despite feeling betrayed and anxious he manages to hold it together pretty well. He and Bruce trade blows that results in a similar amount of damage but neither are really trying to win they just want to hurt each other. In the end, Jason is the one to decide to stop fighting and walk away.

Batman Eternal

Red Hood vs Batgirl (Barbara Gordon)

Loss - Even though Jason really is purposefully not hurting Barbara, because she’s been mind-whammied to think he’s the Joker, it still shows him getting his ass kicked more than it probably should. Basically Jason losses because he’s not trying to win. The win is waking Barb up, which he does, so it’s hard to tell how useful this fight is to gauge his abilities.

Batman & Robin Eternal

Red Hood vs Orphan (Cassandra Cain)

Win - Jason pretty clearly had the upper hand in this fight, though Cass gets some good hits in. Jason checkmates her twice, Cass breaks the first one when Jason is distracted on the phone with Dick, only for Jason to get her in another that could have resulted in real injury if Dick hadn’t stopped him from landing the blow.

Red Hood and Red Robin vs Bane

Tie with a disadvantage - First of all, Tim just gets in the way in this fight but it’s presented as if he is the smarter/superior fighter/strategist somehow. Jason gets a good hit or two on Bane even if he takes some bad hits too. But Tim straight up throws some birdarangs into Jason’s chest like an idiot and then when Bane manages to get Jason down, Tim pulls Jason’s gun and ‘checkmates’ Bane...except who in the hell believes Red Robin would actually pull the trigger to kill Bane? Nobody, so it’s a stalemate at best. This fight is dumb and Tim especially is written stupidly in this fight but I’d be remiss if I didn’t include it.

Red Hood and Red Robin vs Azrael

Tie with a disadvantage - This fight is less out of character but is still stupid. It shows Jason on the ground right at the beginning but doesn’t even show how/why that happened. Red Robin refuses to run when Jason tells him to, as if he’s going to have better luck against the guy, and jumps into the fight with Azrael. He knocks off his helmet somehow but then pretty much gets whooped, at which point Jason gets a good knock on Azrael, steals Tim and escapes.

Deathstroke (2014)

Red Hood vs Deathstroke

Win - Granted, Slade says his healing factor is compromised in this fight, but when it comes down to it, that doesn’t make him fight better, just bypass damage. They trade blows pretty evenly but as soon as Slade seems like he might get a real hit on Jason, our Jay just shoots him and it’s over.

Robin War

Red Hood vs Robin (Damian Wayne)

Loss - This fight is short and completely stupid. Jason doesn’t land a hit, Damian essentially knocks him out with the ground.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016)

Red Hood vs Artemis of Bana-Migdall

Tie - Artemis has an overwhelming strength advantage over Jason, shattering his helmet with one punch and deflecting his bullets, but Jason does manage to briefly knock her out with the tazer in his bodyarmor, which some might call a win, but considering he was on the ropes most of the fight seems like a reach. After this they team up, and the fight ends without a clear victor.

Red Hood and Artemis of Bana-Migdall vs Orphan, Azrael, Batwing and Clayface

Loss - Hey, remember those fights with Azrael before in that trash comic that shall not be named? This is a more accurate representation of Jason’s strength. Jason starts off fighting Batwing, Clayface and Azrael, which he seems to easily be able to handle individually and in twos, while Artemis takes on Orphan and gets a hit in on the other opponents when there are openings. The fight seems pretty well in hand until Bizarro is taken out, causing Jason to turn to save him, at which point Batwing tasers him with a shot in the back. Despite technically losing, Jason was clearly superior to any single fighter on the other side who participated.

Red Hood vs Batman

Loss - This is the only time Jason has ever outright lost to Batman, but he was compromised and rushed through the entire battle, having been trying to rescue his friends and then reacting to their presumed death. He made a few defensive maneuvers and counters but it was clear he wasn’t trying to fight, whereas Batman beat at Jason, even when he was checkmated. Despite being rescued by Arsenal at the end of the battle, Jason definitely lost, but it’s difficult to say how invested he was in winning to begin with.

Teen Titans (2018) Annual 1

Red Hood vs Robin (Damian Wayne)

Win - Jason starts off the fight trying to avoid fighting or hurting Damian. He lets Damian get in a number of hits on him without retaliation, until Damian pulls some kind of box that seems to upset Jason enough to get a real fight going. At this point Jason destroys Damian, the kid really never had a chance. And Damian resorts to trying to stalemate Jason with a suicide bomb, which Jason calls Damian’s bluff on and just leaves the battle with Damian defeated.

Conclusions

Fights from the New 52 and onward involving Jason are inconsistent compared to those before the reboot.

In his own title he fights mostly within a team and has few solo fights with street-level martial artists to really gauge his abilities.

The few times he does though, it upholds the skill that he is shown to have in the preboot era, showing him defeat Lady Shiva, Ra’s Al Ghul and survive in a match against Bronze Tiger, Ravager and Artemis of Bana-Migdall.

Taking into account all of his feats, it’s pretty easy to point out which fights are outliers: every fight with Tim in Batman and Robin Eternal and the fight with Damian in Robin War. Some other fights in Batman Eternal are also suspect.

Before these instances Tim never really had much chance against Jason in past fights. He could get good hits but for the most part he was on the defensive and absolutely nothing has changed to make him suddenly superior enough to perform better in fights or treat Jason the way he does in those comic runs. Jason is just completely written out of character in those runs. He doesn’t even act like himself most of the time.

Similarly Damian beating Jason at all is stupid, especially since it’s later shown Jason is still superior enough to Damian to basically toy with him. Damian being shown easily defeating Tim is also dumb because Tim tends to do better against Jason than Damian so really Tim should be a slightly better fighter than Damian.

A number of other fights also show Jason not dodging big, clearly telegraphed punches or dive kicks that make him look really incompetent, and which he would never be shown getting hit with in his other appearances.

The only fight involving Jason in those comics I’m not dismissing out of hand is Jay vs Cass. Cassandra fans will probably be upset with Jason beating her, but with Jason easily beating Shiva, and Cassandra also shown beating Lady Shiva in Detective Comics, it’s consistent at least. I’m tempted to say she wasn’t really trying, but considering Jason was about to open her up, that would be a pretty dumb decision. Unlike Jason, all of Cassandra’s appearances from the preboot have been completely retconned, so you can’t take any of them into account in this new iteration of her.

Basically just anything involving Jason in Batman Eternal and Batman and Robin Eternal and Robin War is stupid and you shouldn’t base your idea of his character on either of those runs because they’ve proven themselves to be inconsistent with EVERYTHING ELSE EVER WRITTEN ABOUT HIM.

Honestly the only good thing about his appearances in those runs is he consistently has the best one-liners.

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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Damian Wayne x Reader - "Claws Are Coming Out"

When Damian’s brothers find out that he likes you, they tease him endlessly but still help him try to get you to like him as well, what no body expected, however, was that the cat you rescued, Montey, who loved you unconditionally also felt very protective of you and cockblocked the two of you, not wanting you to like Damian. Will you manage to return his feelings?

Requested by anon: “ I think the asks are open if not ignore this but I was hoping that u could write about Damian liking this Colombian girl that rescued a cat when she was ten. The only problem is that the cat is very protective of her so he (the cat is a male named Montey) doesn’t like Damian. Also could u make the girl nice. I’m sorry if I seem to specific it’s just that I’m the rules it says to be specific and I wouldn’t mind if u changed parts. U don’t have to write this it you don’t want to. Thank u.”

A/N: I didn’t include the Colombian part because I want as many people to identify as they want so I kept it neutral, hope you like it!

"We're nearly there, sweetheart,"

Despite her protests, her father still thought it was safer for her to stay at one of his friends houses.

And this friend of his happened to be Bruce Wayne. They met at a meeting, having had an accord with each other at Wayne Enterprise in order to cut down at the waste they were producing.

After a year or so of knowing each other, they merged their companies, finding out they had the same aims and morales.

Thankfully for (Y/N), she didn't have to meet him regularly. The girl found him too intimidating, was it because of his demeanour or position of power? She never knew -- and she didn't want to stick around too long to find out.

Even as an adult, he couldn't help but rub the wrong way off of her.

And yet now, here you were, going to spend the week with him and apparently, his sons when her father doesn't trust the neighbourhood enough to leave his daughter there. He made sure the house was secure, but he didn't want her walking out alone there to and from her work, if something happened, he wouldn't know until her parents got back.

"Please come back soon," the girl's eyes softened as her father tapped his fingertips lightly against the wheel, fixating the Wayne Manor gate gradually opening.

"We will baby, just hang in there until then, I know you don't like Bruce, but trust me, he's a good man. Although I suspect he's hiding something from me," he trailed off, deep in thought. He soon snapped out of it and followed the path before parking the car.

The girl released a breath as she got out of the vehicle. This place looked even bigger from outside the car.

"Welcome, Master (L/N), and you must be Lady (Y/N)." A British accent voice beside them. She peeked around the trunk door, her fingers tight around her suitcase as her father moved to him.

"Alfred, it's great to see you again!"

"Come, Montey," the girl whispered before closing the trunk. The small furball purred, jumping up the backseat and crawling between the small opening before it pounced on her chest.

Effortlessly, she caught her trusted friend and kept him securely in her arms.

Her other hand grasped her suitcase and she dragged it behind her towards the beautiful marble stairs.

She watched as her father casually pressed the car key, only glancing momentarily to make sure the boot was closing automatically.

"It's nice to meet you," (Y/N) gave the butler a polite smile even if she was becoming increasingly anxious at the unfamiliar environment.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well," He returned the smile, "my name is Alfred, and I am Bruce Wayne's butler. This way please." He opened the door wider and escorted the pair in. (Y/N) was taken aback from the splendid chandelier hanging over the beautifully paved hallway.

"I noticed to have a cat with you Miss (Y/N)," he stated.

"Yes I do, I'm sorry if it gives you more work, I'll make sure he stays tidy, he makes me feel more comfortable," she blurted out. The older man chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"I assure you Miss, it is no worried at all. Master Damian is quite fond of animals as well, I merely wanted to inquire about it's name," he sent her a reassuring smile.

"Oh," she sighed in relief, blushing a little bit of embarrassment, "his name is Montey,"

"A name that fits him well," he praised.

"I can show Miss (Y/N) to her room, I understood through Master Bruce that you have a plane to catch. I assure you, your daughter is in good and safe hands," the butler nodded.

Already, the woman started to feel at ease. Alfred started to slowly wash away her uneasiness. He seemed very reassuring.

"Thank you very much Alfred," your father grinned before he turned to his daughter.

"Stay safe for us alright, we won't be long, we will pick you up was soon as we're back,"

"Alright," (Y/N) breathed out, hugging him tightly. She watched him as he pulled away from her, waving at her before parting, disappearing behind the closing door.

"Are you always this scared?" A cold voice spoke bitterly from a high place. Her eyed peeled towards the grand staircase, seeing a slightly familiar face at the top. He had a scowl on his face, he seemed to be in permanent disgust at every thing that was within eye shot.

"Master Damian, watch your manners," Alfred scolded, grasping the girl's bag despite her protests and marching up the stairs and giving a disapproving look to the blood son.

"I get nervous in areas I'm unfamiliar with," she replied softly, hugging the cat tightly. She didn't want to get on anyone's bad side so soon after arriving -- not that she really wanted to be. Either he was acting spoiled because of this wealth or something happened to him for him to become so cold and distant. She learned to try and understand people before judging them. She had Montey to thank for that. If she didn't find him in the state he was in when she first found him, she could never have understood why he kept his distance and scratched anyone who got so close.

*****

And that is how the both of them met. They were close for countless months now. He was also going to Gotham University, which is why she was sure she had seen his face before, and, despite the different programs they were on, they still managed to make time for each other. Over the time they spent together, Damian noticed how his feelings for (Y/N) were slowly morphing into something more than friends -- but he didn't want to act on it, he didn't know what the outcome could be.

"Awwwww does little demon spawn have a crush~" Jason ruffled his hair annoyingly.

"Quit it or I'll kill you!!" He slapped his hand away and readjusted his hair.

Dick grinned at the pair, chuckling, "you'd be cute together, she's sooooo sweet,"

"Grayson!!" He grunted, "Don't you have other people to piss off??"

"Why? Because she's going to be here any minute now?" Tim snorted. Damian glared daggers at his older brother before they all pulled away and acted nonchalantly once the door opened.

"Oh hey guys, what are you up to?" (Y/N) beamed at them as Montey jumped down at her feet.

"Hey bud," Jason crouched down to scratch the kitty's neck, who purred happily in response.

"Hey (Y/N)," Dick and Tim waved before grasping Jason's collar and pulling him away to another room.

"What's up with them? Are they okay?" The girl inquired, confusion written all over her beautiful face.

"Nevermind those idiots, come," he grasped her hand, blushing slightly upon contact and dragging her up to his room. Montey hissed aggressively, racing after them. Damian let go before the kitty could attack him from being too close to the girl.

*****

"So you can't carry it out in any order? It has to be respected otherwise it wouldn't work?" Her eyed peeled away from her notes.

"Wait show me see again," he leaned over her book. He gulped when her nose accidentally brushed against his cheek and he tilted his head slightly to face hers. They were so close, their breathing mingled together. (Y/N) blushed shyly, not being able to look away from his perfect jawline and his slightly ajar lips. Daringly, he captured her lips in a hungry kiss. A surprised gasp was swallowed by Damian before the girl slowly brought a hand up to his cheek to kiss him deeply. Smoothly, he pushed the books off his bed and sunk her back into the mattress to hover over her body.

Her palms pressed against his chest as he straddled her hips to have better access to her lips.

A content, shy breath escaped her as his lips trailed down her neck. A low growl echoed through the room.

"D-Damian," she gasped.

"Hmm?" He pulled away. The sound didn't stop, he was sure it came from her. His eyes followed her finger to a familiar furball on the floor. Fur was up, uncontrollable hissing followed by bearing claws.

An angry meow tore through the room before he pounced on Damian.

Surely he anticipated that giving Montey food wouldn't last forever? Did he plan it in the first place? No, he couldn't be that smooth.

Could he?

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Fan fiction quotes 2019:

"with great foods, came great emotional baggage"[X]extra funny since I just saw Into the Spiderverse

"Just get together every couple of weeks, without Stark, and you guys can pass Steve around like a bong."[ch2]whaat? And chapter three is a dirty parody - worth a read for the humor of it

"he just hopes Tony has the sense God gave concussed baby sheep "[X]interesting phrase

"“Science,” Jane says, drawing his face to hers, “Does not require pants "[X]fun series of short fics

"Never something so hot; not like a flame is hot, but the strength of something bathed in summer sun. "[X]interesting view on attraction

"(He'd been sketching when he thought that through; now there's a page that has a little cartoon of himself, ducking, with the caption "the spoons are attacking!" although he'd ended up finishing his latte before he actually drew any flying spoons.) "[X]Steve upon learning about spoon theory

"Can you think of anything that symbolizes the eighties better than David Bowie’s crotch in tights? "[X]giggle out loud! "You drink once if someone whines, if Sarah says something isn’t fair, or if we get a shot of Bowie’s crotch. "[Same]comment

"“Like you’re going to vibrate out of your skin?” Natasha finished for him, understanding. Sometimes, after what they’d been through, it was hard just to be in your body. Easier to dissociate, to let whatever was going to happen happen while the part of you that was you floated far away. Natasha had been there before, and she knew James went there sometimes. "[X]ponder?

"They’re each wrapped up in their own blanket burrito, lying side by side in the dark, sharing one pillow. "[X]dual blanket burritos

"For most of his life he learned the safest option was to repress his emotional responses as much as possible, and over time he forgot how to access them when he actually needed to. "[X]relatable to a small degree

"Nothing too special but I’m pretty much Michael Bay’s wet dream "[X]to describe bakugo lol

"Most people," Midoriya continued gently, "don't need to be told they have a crush by the person that they have the crush on."[X]my boyfriend can relate to Midoriya here...

"about how if Midoriya could go this long talking without breathing in any new air, he'd probably be really good at kissing. "[same]lol

"God, fuck off. You look so freshly screwed that it hurts me. "[X]Bakugo ;p

"After all, shodō is one of Shouto’s hobbies. For Midoriya’s birthday last year, he made a beautiful poster of UA’s motto that is now displayed prominently above Midoriya’s bed. "[X]draw? If i can? "Please don’t use your All Might voice when we’re making plans to have sex. "[Same]lol

"He’d known for a while that his boyfriend internalizes, that he still struggles with a lot of insecurities and periodic depression from his years around his dad "[X]comment

"Shouto you’re worth more than anything. And you deserve happiness. I don’t care what micro-dick has said to you in the past or any shit he spews out of the mouth that’s somehow more obnoxious than Present Mic "[same]dam it Endeavor :/ "You’re a dork,” Izuku mutters in a break for breath. “Your dork,” Shouto says quietly "[Same]awww

"But if you ever forget your phone again I will use you as an advertisement balloon for a day, and that’s a promise."[X]lol

"First of all, I challenge you to find a dress that can fit that shoulders to waist ratio.” Shouto replied, matter-of-factly, pointing at Izuku’s entire body. “Secondly, you absolutely lack the manners to be a princess, you brute.” "[X]part of a series

"Another young woman that couldn’t be older than Shouto and Izuku looked up at the call. She had a round face and long, brown hair with little orange streaks every now and then collected in a braid. The red rimmed glasses she wore made her yellow eyes look bigger, behind the lenses. She lit up, when she saw them. "[X]need to try to draw

"You’d die of embarrassment— Either that, or Aizawa-sensei would kill you. And I kind of like you alive, thank you very much.” "[same]LOL

" is standing there in grey sweats and a loose Totoro hoodie he got him on one of their first dates "[X]draw

"It definitely didn’t help that Izuku stretched lazily, something akin to a cat just waking up from a nap, one of his legs stretching against the wall as the opposite arm reached towards Shouto with fingers spread wide-open. "[X]DRAW!

"What? They’re really short, all my boxers showed and it was weird. "[X]...

"Just because he isn’t as obvious about it, doesn’t mean Shouto isn’t beyond anxious too. "[X]comment

"He doesn’t treat Shouto like he is fragile, but he treats him like he is precious, and that is an important distinction"...."Something precious, however, doesn’t necessarily break easy, but it warrants the utmost care. It’s meant to be cherished. "[X]relationship advice

"One of the national dishes has no meat in it, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted. I thought we were all going to die and T’Challa was going to succeed in eliminating us. Then I heard him yelling at the chef, saying none of us were used to Wakandan peppers.” "[X]https://archiveofourown.org/works/8688724/chapters/19918951#workskin

"All Tony was supposed to do was fix the alternator. Instead he built me a Jeep that tells me I have to initiate a proper launch sequence before I’m able to turn it on and drive.” "[Same]comment

"I’m sorry,” Midoriya retracts his hand, and Todoroki misses it instantly. “It’s not something I can fix, and that makes me sad. You don’t deserve to hear the things he tells you.” "[X]reread comment. Relatable to a degree personally

"But he has to admit the Docs greener side is awfully useful in a brawl; and his less menacing side has a wicked sense of humor, not to mention awfully good with a med kit. "[X]i like Bruce having a sense of humor

"That's what friends are for anyway, having your back when times are tough, and amusement for when times are peaceful. "[X]amusing

"Bucky didn't think he was being rude, but if Captain America said so, it must be true. "[Same]comment

"Steve’s always been a fan of cuddles, even if he doesn’t like to admit it, admit how much he needs that physical contact. "[X]I'm a fan of this concept

"Which in Steve-speak means that you’re feeling guilty as all hell over things you can’t control – again, mind you – and you can’t rest because you can’t shut your brain up.” "[Same]relate "There’s power in this act, Darcy thinks as she sucks and licks up and down his length. To be able to take someone apart with just her mouth and a few touches of her hands. Reduce them to tears or send them flying upwards into the heavens. And the knowledge that she wants to do this for him – for them – makes the feeling all the more potent. She doesn’t have to do this, but it’s her choice, and she wants to give this to them. "[Same]ponder more

"She may not come from it, but the closeness and the intimacy is far more important than any orgasm. "[X]remember

"He knows better, knows that Bakugou’s punches of greeting and movie nights at Yaoyorozu’s house with Mina, Hagakure, and Tsu, and that baking with Izuku are all love. That’s love, not the villain sat behind the desk. "[X]dark fic, author warns in notes. But this line is sweet

"Natasha Romanoff is a world-class spy, yes. But she’s also a potato chip thief who makes dumb jokes and uses emoticons (she had been very adamant that Steve learn the difference between emoticons and emojis), and Steve adores her for it. "[ch5]she's human

"Bucky flopped onto it rolling around like a dog on the soft surface, Natasha quietly responding by taking out her phone and videoing his nonsense. "[ch2]Mr. Kate style rug cuddle but solo

"“First of all, just because someone is good looking does not mean I should have sex with them. There are attractive serial killers Nat, do you want me to get murdered? Second of all, I don’t know him. Third of all, he’s not looking at me like I’m chicken wings, also Clint, seriously? Chicken wings?” "[same]lol, but I'm with you Bucky

"Even in just plain sweatpants, the American icon without a shirt was an image that would have anyone seeing stars and stripes, regardless of sexual orientation. "[X]:)

"Agent Bishop was hit with a biological weapon today that has a ninety-two per cent chance of ending in fatality within three days unless proper care is administered to disperse the chemical compound through natural methods. Meaning, in the case of humans, sexual release. As in, orgasming."[X]a legalese description of "sex pollen" ...

"Do the horizontal contra dance, yes," Darcy answered. "Well kind of, I mean there's only three of us and a contra dance is four to a group, but tango is just for two and I had to think of something fast. Come on, Stevie, this isn't the first time we've hooked up. "[X]lol

"He wanted something just for him again, even though he felt like a selfish asshole for even thinking it. So he would do whatever he could to chase after that feeling. Even if it was stupid. Even if it was silly. "[ch2]advice, remember "Tony must never read these, Steve thought. Bucky’s arm would never be safe. "[ch3]Steve Discovers FanFiction "Steve stayed focused on the screen, sticking out his tongue a little while he concentrated. It was unfairly adorable. "[ch4]Jarvis knows how to motivate Steve: a Bucky themed typing game "Good things would happen. Funny, clever jokes would be told. Sexy adventures were always available, no matter what was happening in the real world. "[X]relatable "There was even a page of ‘Bucky Approved Sex Words and Phrases’. The name alone never failed to make Steve smile "[ch7]lol "He wasn’t really writing this stuff for the money anyways; mostly he just wanted to see that other people liked and enjoyed what he was doing. "[Same]relatable: my redbubble rowan-artist

"Darcy’s eyes widened. “Oh god, I just imagined you naked, dusted in gold, on a satin-sheeted bed. My mind is a dangerous place.” “Hey, there’s always Halloween.” "[ch6]you being Steve

"Jane was rapidly nearing the angry-bear stage of sleep deprivation (there were seven levels on the Dr. Jane Foster Sleep Deprivation chart; angry bear was number five, between 'genius-level insane productivity' and 'sugar high five-year old'), "[X]also Dean Fury ... "Then you come to me, we'll kill a bottle of Jameson and make Thor carry our drunk asses home while we sing Les Mis horribly off-key," "[same]amusing

"This is why you should always read end-user agreements on friendships. "[X]not the fic but the start notes, lol. Also, Maria's entry is adorable, and Pepper potts!! "(“So what you’re telling me is you spent a week building a glorified roomba,” Rhodey says the first time he sees it, and Tony lets out an undignified huff and makes JUNK-E destroy and clean a grand piano.) "[Same]hahha

"And it’s better to be an asset, which at least sounds like something you value, than a glorified action figure. "[ch3]comment "Steve’s friendship is stronger than even Steve’s shield, and protects them both just as much "[Same ch9]awww

"Bucky actually is, but she knows well enough not to ask. Instead, she has started braiding flowers into Natasha's hair while the other girl of the group is busy making a flower crown for Thor. This is what it must be like to have real friends, Bucky thinks, lounging in his camping chair, trying to eat with one hand while Steve is holding his arm, drawing on the inside of his forearm with a black pen. "[ch2]flower crowns "I heard a lot of things I kind of projected on myself. It's probably stupid, but… it's always crazy to hear things that apply to oneself somehow." "It's the magic of music. Sam once told me about the Mr. Brightside effect–" "[ch4]yes "Bruce is on his own so much that he probably doesn't even notice that he has friends "[ch5]relatable, high school me

"The most beautiful thing however was the wall right next to the bed-- while all the other walls were the same off-white color, this one sported stripes of different colors down. Blue, red, green, purple, black, another shade of lighter blue. In the middle of these stripes, the Avenger signs were painted by a meticulous hand; Cap’s shield, Tony’s arc reactor, Mew Mew, and so on-- Darcy didn’t notice she was crying into Mara started wailing in solidarity "[ch1]draw?

"He knows it, like Steve and Bucky know that Tony needs praises and affection, not commands. "[ch8]...

"She thanked Sif (a habit she had started lately, thanking the Asgardian warrior instead of some non-present God, because really, if there was a god she wanted to follow, it would totally be Sif) "[X]nice Darcy "Even if she wasn’t an Avenger per say, she got to be on the team, both super and nonsuper alike. "[ch2]awww

"Elizabeth is going to make coffee happen, and in Darcy’s eyes that makes her a goddess. "[X]comment "By the end, Steve had been right in the thick of it, using a frypan as a shield and hurling pasta like nobody’s business. "[same]comment "Agent Hill’s bad ass levels are through the roof, but put her in front of a powerpoint and the result is coma-inducing. "[Ch3]lol "JARVIS, my man, I need some fat beats up in here. Help a sister out?” "[ch3]comment

"She knew now that it was almost certainly to do with her personal level of comfort and how hard both Steve and Barnes had worked to make her feel good. "[middle chapter]comment

"A video clip of the Asgardian scientist Tadeas and Neil Degrasse Tyson singing a scientific ballad of their own composition was one of the most viewed Youtube videos of all time "[X]lol "He grabbed [a muffin] and shoved it into his mouth, belatedly peeling the paper off. "[Same]haha! :D "Darcy put a box of Sour Patch Kids on top, “Those are for Heimdall.” "[X]comment "“No. Damnit, Darcy. You’re stubborn. Of course you’re stubborn! Jesus Christ, I can’t even imagine what it must like to be in the same room as the two of you.” "[X]best friend sass "But Clint is a human with a bow on a team of superheroes. "[X]Darcy's favorite avenger and why Ch4 music note "Apparently Thor is back on Earth. He showed up in New York right after we left and basically deafened all of Brooklyn with his displeased shouting about his missing Shield Sister. So now everyone knows I’m gone and my disappearance is trending on Twitter as #MissingAsgardianPrincess. How is this my life?! I can’t even with this shit.” "[X]mild spoiler? HAHAHA "Try having a conversation with one of them [asgardians]-- 4 to 1 odds it turns into some sort of ballad recitation. "[X]...

"The next day, Izuku Midoriya delivered his eleven page elaborate essay on how ordering sex toys inspired him to be more honest with himself and his boyfriend about what he wanted in life and in bed. "[X]lol

"“Fire for stop, ice for slow, and smash for go.” "[X]comment

#fan fiction #fic rec #2019

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thebestdefenderofearth · 5 years

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AVENGERS: ENDGAME SPOILER WARNING

“Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same.”

Our destiny is here, Y'all and I did not ask for this!

How dare they start with Tony recording his death scene? Seriously let's talk about that dialogue for a minute.

“Hey, Miss Potts.” This part doesn’t sound like it’s part of the same sentence as the rest of the message. Still, my heart breaks at how he calls her “Miss Potts” when it could’ve been Mrs.

“If you find this recording... don’t feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end.” God, we know Tony is always ready to die, but him accepting it and saying it to Pepper when he doesn’t even know if she’s alive... this is cruel. On top of that, he still wants her to not feel bad about any of this. Yeah, I’m not okay.

“Just for the record, being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds.” Typical Tony, trying to deal with his pain the only way he knows how by telling jokes. Also, hint hint rescue + Pepper. What if Pepper gets this message and suits up as Rescue.

“Food and water ran out four days ago. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning... that’d be it.” Again, he’s come to terms with his death. I can’t deal with this.

“When I drift off, I will dream about you. It’s always you.” This calls back to every single time he’s been on the brink of death and his last thoughts are always with Pepper. Also, “I have to protect the one thing that matters. That’s you.” I’m not okay. I am not okay. This cruel, MARVEL.

The Marvel Studios logo dusting off was uncalled for. How dare you?!

Thano really out here living his best life, not caring that he just f*cked over everyone in the galaxy and basically left everyone depressed af. I hate this grape.

So, glad everyone’s back in the Avengers HQ. Hopefully, Pepper and Rhodey are there with them. I really want them to be.

“Thanos did exactly what he said he was going to do. He wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.” Natasha looks so distraught when says this, it breaks my heart.

Steve CRYING!!!! Look, I know I said wanted to see Steve vulnerable but god damn that shit hurt. Like, stop hurting my babies, Marvel, STOP.

Bruce looks so sad and stressed out. He’s obviously been in the lab a lot, probably going over who can help them and how to unf*ck this mess. Let’s talk about the details here for a sec:

Scott Lang: missing. This probably means that Scott was in the quantum realm for some time.

Peter Parker: missing. So, I have no idea if reports say that Spider-man was also beamed up when Tony was. But, if that’s not the case then Aunt May probably showed up at the Avengers Tower asking about Peter :(. Or if it is the case then they assume that Peter and Tony are just both gone.

Shuri: missing. WHAT?! EXCUSE ME?! Marvel is going to take away our Princess?! How are they going to drop that bombshell in the trailer??? HOW DISRESPECTFUL. I’M SORRY BUT WHAT??? Now I have to be further emotionally scarred thinking about Okoye and Ramonda finding Shuri. Marvel just doesn’t care about our feelings anymore.

Okay, Steve’s next dialogue KILLS me.

“We lost. All of us.” Pans to a shot of Thor. My poor pirate angel baby is all upset. Probably suffering a ton of survivors guilt and blaming himself. I WON’T HAVE THIS.

“We lost friends.” Pans to Nebula on the Milano looking super distraught. Cuts to her gently stroking someone’s shoulder, most likely Tony’s. This is where Marvel needs to cut it. They cannot have Tony die in space. They cannot have this man suffer through his worst f*cking nightmare. How goddamn disrespectful are they? I won’t stand for this cruelty.

“We lost family.” Cuts to Clint with swords over a bunch of dead bodies. An implication that Clint lost all of his family and that is not OK.

“We lost a part of ourselves.” Clint removes his Ronin mask and turns to face Nat. Obviously, Clint lost a part of himself and became Ronin. He’s like Sorry Hawkeye can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Because he’s dead.

“This is the fight of our lives.” Steve and Nat in the Quinjet(?). Steve looking down at his Peggy picture. Now, I think they’re trying to draw a parallel to The First Avenger. Before Steve takes the plunge and ‘ends’ his life, he looks at a picture of Peggy. It could be the same sacrificial tone. OR it could mean that Steve is traveling back in time and is going to see Peggy one more time and he’s preparing himself mentally.

Now, the next part is the final nail on my coffin

Nat: “this is going to work, Steve.”

Steve: “I know it is. Cause I don’t know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t”

Can I just say that I LOVE this Steve Rogers and this attitude? But, at the same time, this makes me super nervous. The background has a heartbeat pumping rhythm to it. Now, this is potentially done to dramatize the scene and make it seem as if Steve and Nat are about to risk it all. This is the high stakes game and this is the last hope. Which SCARES the shit out of me.

Next, we see the Avengers logo being assembled from dust and rocks. Which could be a hopeful sign! Could be foreshadowing the snap reversal! But, of course, at what cost?

And then we see it, the title... ENDGAME! The one that both Tony Stark and Stephen Strange predicted. My heart cannot take it! I’M SCARED.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. OUR SMOL BEAN, OUR HERO, SCOTT LANG IS HERE. I almost cried of mixed happiness and sadness when I saw him. Few points here.

Scott is dressed normally... he’s not wearing the Ant-man suit that we last saw him in. Which means that he probably had some time to go home and maybe figure out what happened? OR this is Scott from the future? I’m very confused on how Scott shows up there and how he got out of the Quantum realm, but I’m glad the world’s greatest grandma is back.

He came in the van! The same van that has the miniaturized Quantum portal thingy. So, this could be the key to time travel if that’s what they’re going to do. Remember at the end of Ant-Man and the Wasp, Janet warns Scott about “time-vortexes.” Scott could be the key!

Natasha is wearing the same clothes we see her in earlier when she's done the whole “Thano did exactly what he said he was going to do” speech. Which means that this could be very early on in the film. Which means Scott comes in very early on and plays a bigger role!

I think Steve might be wearing the same clothes as when we see him crying? It’s hard to tell because he was wearing a leather jacket when he cries and now he’s only in a black long sleeve (that looks so good), but yeah. Just again confirming that Scott comes early on.

I know Scott sounds a little cheery, but he also appears kind of in distress and a little nervous. At the end when he says “can you buzz me in?” He looks kinda jittery and anxious. SO, it makes me wonder what might have happened the rest of his family.

Anyway, this trailer was disrespectful and made me depressed again. Marvel needs to stop hurting all of my babies. They better fix this mess.

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trampledcactusboy · 6 years

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Opposites Attract (Joker X Gender Neutral Reader)

READER’S POV

Cold

Is what his skin felt like on mine.

Sour

Is what his breath smelt like in my face.

Dark

Are what his eyes shaded into once trained on me.

Loud

Were the warning thoughts swarming through my head.

His hand was wrapped firmly around my neck, his bulky rings digging indents into my delicate skin I was sure would be seen in the form of bruises come morning.

My back was pushed up against the brick wall, almost painfully so.

I arrived here in strides of pride.

My aura had a nasty stench of confidence he quickly sniffed out amongst my team.

The second I stepped through the doors of this warehouse… I didn’t stand a chance.

My eyes shifted to my left to see Bruce knocked unconscious, thick ropes tied around his sloping figure on the concrete floor.

Next to him was Barry, who’s pupils were dilating and shrinking over and over in a desperate attempt to take control, his mouth dropped open and hands shaking- no, jolting -like crazy as the “shock syndrome” drug took easy effect throughout his system.

I glanced to my right.

Diana was asleep, the drug taking an alternative effect on her supernaturally strong body.

Not to far away from her sprawled out self was Arthur who was ruthlessly shoved into what could only be described as a human cage due to his brutal restraint against the unwanted injections.

I swallowed at the realization I was now alone, a small gasp for air occurring from the slight choking sensation Joker was causing.

I focused myself, forcing my sight to go back to the green haired man before me, our eyes locking instantly.

“Yeah, train those pretty e/c eyes on me. I love the attention.” He drawled out sinisterly, that sickly smile permanent on his whitened face.

“Why don’t you just get it over with? You’ve won.” I rasp out, feeling defeated on all fronts from this turn of events. We hadn’t expected an ambush, thus us charging in thoroughly unprepared.

“Oh no no no, pet. I’m not going to stick you. You’re too precious for that, aren’t you?” He mused, his unoccupied hand reaching up to gently stroke my cheek with the back of his hand.

I cringed, nose scrunching up at the touch.

“You’ll make a fine addition to my collection.” He growled, tone suddenly much lower than previous.

“Collection of what?” I spat out at him, his smile only widening from the cruelty of it.

“Broken hearts, of coarse.”

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I huffed in annoyance, the loud shouts from Joker downstairs being heard over my own thoughts.

I felt like I was drowning.

It’s been two weeks now.

A full fourteen days at the Joker’s estate.

And I can’t lie…

I’m enjoying every second of this.

I want to say I miss my friends, my teammates.

But I’d be lying.

I want to say I despise not being able to fight crime as I often do.

But I’d be spinning a tale.

And worst of all the confessions…

I want to say I hate the Joker.

Which I have always been able to do without regret.

But now… not so much.

I’ve been able to view an entirely hidden side to Gotham’s most renown criminal.

I’ve been given forbidden access into the mind of a psychopath and what I have found… didn’t frighten me but…

aroused me.

The Joker is only a facade he has created, a mask he has worn for all the world to see but inside he’s just a human being like the rest of us.

Fighting him for so long… I have forgotten that disturbing fact.

The Joker isn’t just someone who blows up buildings and reeks havoc amongst the living.

He’s someone who makes himself a cup of coffee every morning with four spoonfuls of sugar to make it taste extra sweet.

He’s someone who slow dances by himself as he cooks dinner, humming along to whatever classical piece is playing that evening.

He’s someone who knows how to play piano as well as any professional, only taking the time to pursue the craft when he has a mental block in need of removal.

He’s someone who prefers hot bubble bathes to steamy showers.

He’s someone who says what he means but doesn’t entirely mean what he says.

Like when he told me I’d be just another long lost broken heart left upon his dusty shelf.

Instead, he’s done the opposite- giving me more and more reasons to fall into a full blown infatuation with the damaged man.

And somehow, he’s fallen for me too. Even if he won’t confess to it just yet.

I can tell in the ways he beckons me to his side when failing to fall asleep at night.

I can tell by the way my name rolls off his normally sharp tongue like his favorite song.

I can tell in the way he unintentionally will grab ahold of my thigh whenever someone gets too close to me.

I can tell by the way he smiles at me when we’re alone.

Not that crazed smile, but a secret one only known to the two of us.

The one that’s not as big but just as evident.

The one that’s soft and genuine and inviting.

The one that whispers “tell me more” during conversations and “goodnight” before bed.

And now it’s an uncomfortable stand-off between us.

We both have come to notice each other’s feelings for the other, but neither want to confront them.

I was meant to become his hostage.

Maybe his science experiment if held captive long enough.

But something within him begged him not to, screamed for him to keep me safe from the world instead.

And now there’s tension constantly swirling the air around us.

We don’t want to give up our own personal morals, promises and lifestyles for the temporary pleasure of each other’s company.

So we are left in a sea of unknowing and waiting.

I heard a piercing shatter sound throughout the house.

I shot up on instinct, my guard never dropping.

I made my way downstairs to investigate the commotion that kept interfering with my simple plans of relaxion.

“YOUR INCOMPETENCE HAS SOILED MY PLANS FOR THE LAST TIME!”

I turned the corner into the kitchen to see Joker, fuming mad, standing dangerously over an anxious crony.

I walked inside slowly, treading lightly over to J.

I placed my hands on the backs of his shoulders as I listened to his heavy and rapid breathes of anger.

He spun around to face me, my hands now on the tops of his shoulders.

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. You are in control. You have everything under control.” I soothe, his eyes never leaving mine as if in a hypnotoc state.

“Tell me how you always manage to show up at the right places at the right times.” He grumbles, hands visibly itching to grasp onto me.

“It’s a gift.” I shrug with a playful smirk.

“You’re a gift.” He licks his lips hungrily, eyes trailing down my body and back up again.

As he does this I lean a bit to the side to look at the young crony who seemed like he was about to piss himself, nodding my head toward the door as a signal for him to make his leave. He did as I ordered with a grateful expression adorning his face.

“You can’t always distract me like this. It’s not playing fair.” He sings out teasingly, a sinful smile growing upon him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I whisper, arms slipping around his neck to hang loosely.

“Mmmm, I think you know exactly what I mean. I have business to do, Y/n. And you’re preventing me from doing it.” He says lowly almost as a warning to me.

Yet he still snakes his arms around me, pulling me tight to him while his fingertips drum against my lower back- right above my ass.

“Yelling at people isn’t business.”

“Someone has to do it.”

“Fine. I’ll be ‘someone’, you’ll be ‘it’. How’s about that?”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” He growls, hands now squeezing the backs of my thighs roughly.

“Oh I’ll finish alright. But I won’t finish first. I tend to last long.” I wink, running my hands into his untamed hair.

“I know how to keep up, baby.”

He leans in and for the first time ever

I let him.

He’s less than an inch away from my lips now and I’m anticipating the feeling to come.

But it doesn’t greet me as sweetly as I thought it would, because he pulls away as quick as he came in, leaving my desires unfulfilled.

“Why now?” He asked suspiciously.

“What?”

“Why have you decided to randomly flirt with me. To finally be with me like this. What’s your game plan?”

I just raised a brow, confused.

“Your goal? What do you want from me?” He questioned on accusingly.

“Nothing.” I breathed out.

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me, Y/n.” He growls maliciously, grip tightening on me to inflict a small stinging.

“I don’t lie.”

“You’re trying to tell me that you, of all people, want to be with a monster like me?” He laughs sadistically at his own words, but a dry, sad undertone was obvious in the reaction.

“Yeah. I am.” I confirm seriously, standing my ground.

He’s taken aback at this response, his grip softening once again as his laughter fades.

“You’re not going to try to tell me how I’m not a monster? That I’m just misunderstood? That I’m a good person deep down?”

“No. I told you, I don’t lie. You are a monster. There’s no denying that. But you’re also so much more than that. The side of you that I love is so much bigger than the side I hate. You have a habit of only showing 10% of yourself to people and for some reason you’ve let me see the other 90 and if your ‘goal’ from doing that wasn’t to wrap me around your finger than I don’t understand you anymore than I do this situation right now because that was the only possible outcome, J.”

A short moment goes by of him staring at me wide-eyed, not moving a muscle.

“Do you love me?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper as if we are gossiping.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Do you want me to?”

He gulps, his pupils blowing up in size but wide eyes returning to their normal state.

He pushes me up against the island behind me and moves in as close as possible.

“Oh, I want you to. I really want you to. I want to have you. I want to claim you as mine. I want to keep you on my arm at all times and have everyone see that you belong to me and only me. I want to make you feel things and experience things beyond your imagination. I want to learn every part of you until I’m able to play you like piano keys. I want you to fucking want me as bad as I want you. I want you to want this.” He whispers in my ear huskily, his lips brushing against my skin.

I let out a shaky breath and move his head to be directly in front of me but still at a very close distance.

“Is this you saying you love me back?”

“Is this you admitting you love me?”

“Let’s agree to disagree.”

“On what?”

“Everything.”

“It’s what we do best, doll.”

And that’s when I smashed my lips against his, him immediately pulling me to him and dipping me in his arms as we made out for the next few minutes.

He pulled me back up once we concluded with our entanglement, still keeping me flushed against him.

“Stay with me.” He glided his fingers across my bottom lip as we spoke, parting them for me.

“Isn’t this the part where I disagree?”

“This is the part where you stop being a smart ass and start putting those tempting lips to good use again.”

I giggled, him flashing me that soft and genuine smile from the sound.

He pushed the back of my head toward him and caught my lips with his own, them moving in synch- just like we do.

Well, you know what they say…

opposites attract.

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diinofayce · 5 years

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Shadows on the Horizon - 9

Pairing: Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes x OFC! Layne Hardin | Word Count: 1.8k | Warnings: small descriptions of violence, minor swearing| A/N: This is a sequel to my story Like a Whisper in the Night | Shadows on the Horizon Masterlist

When Bucky opened his eyes after the flash he found himself still standing in the darkness. He looked around himself a bit in confusion, he didn’t understand, he thought they had called a truce, was the Soldier planning on trying to fool everyone that he was better and leave Bucky trapped here in the cold and dark? No, that wouldn’t work, Layne would know something was wrong right away.

There was the sound of iron bars slamming and Bucky whirled around to find himself looking at the Soldier through the bars of a cell. The cell that Bucky had been trapped in for the last 48 hours, watching from the inside as the Soldier once again took control of him. It hadn’t changed since the last time Bucky was stuck inside his own mind years ago, why should it have? It’s not like you can add furniture to your subconscious.

“It is not so nice, here in the dark,” the Soldier spoke, his eyes - harsher and more intense than Bucky’s - roaming the bleak nothingness that surrounded them.

“No, not particularly,” Bucky responded tersely walking up to the bars and wrapping his vibranium hand around the cold metal. It felt solid and real, these were new. When Bucky had been trapped inside of himself at the hands of Hydra it was just endless expanses of darkness. He remembered spending what were probably years running non-stop inside of his own mind, only stopping to watch the terrible missions that Hydra commanded of the Soldier. The fortified cell was new and could only be Shuri’s doing.

“You locked me in here. You tried to forget me,” the Soldier accused and Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“For four years. You’ve been here for four years. I was in here for over seventy while you murdered innocent people.”

“Not all of them,” he responded dryly.

“It still wasn’t our call to make!” Bucky yelled his temper boiling and slammed his fist against the bars. The vibranium against vibranium echoed hollowly throughout the empty space, the blow not even knocking the rust off.

“They made the call if I hadn’t followed you would be dead. We’d both be dead,” the Soldier hadn’t flinched, his voice never wavered and he didn’t show any sort of surprise at Bucky’s outburst. Bucky was the emotional one, the Soldier had to keep all that locked away. All the rebellion, all the anger, all the fear. He couldn’t feel any of that if he wanted to survive.

“It would have been better. We are not worth more than anyone else,” Bucky pressed.

The Soldier locked eyes with him and didn’t say anything. He simply stared into Bucky’s eyes as if trying to convey a greater message, but Bucky was feeling too outraged and self-righteous to care about anything his other half wanted to say.

Finally, the Soldier broke eye contact and actually had the audacity to heave out a sigh. Reaching into the pocket of his tac pants he pulled out a key and stuck it in the slot.

“If you didn’t want to live, you shouldn’t have begged to be saved,” the Soldier said before turning the lock and letting the cell fall away.

~*~

Bucky opened his eyes with a gasp and a pounding migraine. He last remembered the Soldier sitting next to Layne on the couch as she fiddled with her music, it was a situation that was so intimate that it had immediately put Bucky on edge. But now, he was laying on his back on the floor, the plush carpet cushioning his head, and his hair stuck in his mouth.

“James? Are you okay?” Layne’s voice, laced with worry, floated to him and he felt her kneel down beside him and carefully swipe her fingers over his cheeks to pull the hair from his lips.

He flicked his gaze to her and sighed softly in relief, there were dark and heavy bags under her eyes and her face was crumpled in concern, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. He reached up with a shaking hand and caught hers, lacing their fingers together and pressing her skin against his face so he could inhale the soft vanilla and blackberry spray she always spritzed on the inside of her wrists. She was real, this was real.

“Bucky?” she asked nervously, afraid to believe that her boyfriend was finally cognizant.

“Hey doll,” Bucky grumbled, his whole body was heavy and he suddenly felt very tired. He hadn’t technically slept since the mission, constantly fighting against the mental barriers that Shuri had constructed to keep the Soldier in that were now keeping him a prisoner in his own mind. He took another deep breath of her and closed his eyes for a moment.

It came upon him suddenly, the image of a what he could only assume was a Hydra safe house, nestled deep in a clearing of trees that were bigger than any he had ever seen. The boughs of branches were bent and straining under heavy, wet snow. Somehow he knew that if he were to go into the back left bedroom and rip up the sixth-floor board from the west window there would be a go bag filled with weapons and false documents.

He opened his eyes quickly only to be met with not only Layne’s anxious face but also Steve’s and Bruce’s.

“We should call Helen,” Bruce was saying.

“So you just eliminated Shuri’s safeguards without talking to her?” Steve ignored Bruce to go straight to accusing Layne.

Bucky frowned, not liking how his best friend was speaking to his best girl. From the tense atmosphere that crackled between Steve and Layne, he could only assume things between the two have been rocky for quite a bit. He tried to sit up, but his head swam and he immediately had to catch himself on his elbows.

“No. Bucky’s mind kicked me out the minute the Soldier and him and connected,” Layne said, looking at the blond crossly as she hurried to catch Bucky before he collapsed again.

“Dr. Cho really has more advanced knowledge of neuroscience than I do,” Bruce continued.

“Are you sure he’s back to himself? Because if he is I can call the princess in to fix what you wrecked,” Steve asked, already reaching for his phone.

“She unintentionally caused enough problems in his head. If the barriers are down he did it himself,” Layne argued, a red flush rising high on the apples of her cheeks - the first sign that her patience was gone and her temper was the next thing she was about to lose.

“Can we stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Bucky grumbled, raising his vibranium hand to his forehead and sitting himself up.

“Well, you did black out for about five minutes,” Layne lamented nervously and set her hand on Bucky’s shoulder to help hold him up.

“No, it was only a second,” Bucky argued, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

Steve leaned down and knelt down into Bucky’s field of vision and another zing of pain shot through Bucky’s temples followed by a memory. The Soldier stood in front of the abandoned and burned out facility in Azzano. Something about this area called to him, it stirred something in memories that weren’t his. A tuft of blond hair and warm sea-glass eyes. He stomped into the facility and stopped in front of a ramshackle cell, the cold stone floor cracked and scarred. The Soldier dug his metal fingers into a crack in the cement a pulled, ripping a two-foot hunk of ground away from the earth. Within fifteen minutes he had buried a hidden stash of weapons and documents and a cracked leather bound journal before filling in the hole and covering it with the cement again.

“Bucky?” Steve was calling his name, worry creasing his features. Bucky gave himself a mental shake and tried to push away from the people surrounding him in an attempt to give himself space to breathe.

“I’m fine. It’s all just, coming back at once,” Bucky groaned, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and digging his palms hard into his sockets.

“Your memories are combining,” Layne realized.

Layne shooed at Steve and Bruce, ushering them to move back and give her and Bucky room. Bruce stepped back immediately, his curiosity higher than his concern for Bucky. Bruce knew that Layne was more than capable and this was definitely out of his field of expertise. Steve, on the other hand, moved back much more reluctantly. Layne, still on her knees, situated herself between Bucky’s. She reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrists, pulling them from his face.

Bucky looked up at Layne, his eyes squinted against the dull light of the room that was too harsh for his migraine. “Can you try the thing?” he begged and Layne nodded furiously.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Layne reassured as her caramel eyes shifted and flared amber with energy. Taking a deep breath she crossed her first two fingers and jabbed him firmly in the middle of the forehead like her brother had shown her. With an exhale she pushed his head back, a ripple of energy shot out from her causing Steve and Bruce to stumble half a step back, but Bucky was asleep before he hit the carpet.

Layne gasped a few times, feeling like she had sprinted five miles with Steve, a cold sweat broke out across her skin and she slicked her hair from her damp forehead before looking up at the men.

“You wanna lug him to bed for me?” Layne asked Steve weakly who was just staring at her incredulously.

“Should I still call Helen?” Bruce asked after a moment of Steve and Layne simply staring each other down.

Steve’s lips were pursed and his shoulders were tenser than Layne had ever seen them. There was a little vein in his forehead that was pulsing slightly that had her slightly concerned, but he after a second longer he simply scooped Bucky up and stomped off in the direction of the bedrooms. Layne sunk back against the couches and swallowed a lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat.

She looked up at Bruce who was still standing there unsure of what to do.

“Yeah, can you get Dr. Cho to the tower, please? And we should probably call the princess just to assuage Steve.”

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Q+A: Don’t Worry

You’ve just finished up supporting Mom Jeans on a few sold out dates of their UK tour, how was that? It was our first time opening up for a band at sold out shows, so it was a super fun and interesting experience for us. To play to 200-300+ strangers, most of whom had never heard of our band, 3 nights on the bounce was pretty wild. There weren’t even that many people at our album release show! Felt like we got a pretty decent reception too and met some lovely folk in every city. We’ll definitely be looking to do more of that kinda thing!

Your debut album ‘Who Cares Anyway?’ was released last year after several EP’s throughout your years as a band. How did it feel to finally get a full length out? Releasing a full length album has been a goal since the very start of the band. After a few EPs it just felt like the next logical step. We didn’t have much money to spend on it and we had no idea if any labels would want to put it out. But we put a lot of time and hard work into it. So it feels great now it’s finally out there! We’re super stoked on the record and the fact we got to work with an amazing label like Specialist Subject too! It feels like a big milestone.

Any highlights from this album cycle so far? We did a little run of acoustic in-stores the week leading up to the release which were a lot of fun. Our London release show was cool too. Getting played on Radio 1 was pretty sick and not something we’d ever have expected to have happened. And of course, the shows with Mom Jeans were sound! It’s been great hearing what people think and how people feel about the record.

It’s evident that there are a lot of musical influences in your music, managing to create a sound unique to your band. How do you think your sound has progressed since you’ve formed? I guess our ‘sound’ is the culmination of our collective musical histories. Some of us played in indie bands and others grew up playing and listening to heavier music. We’ve all discovered and been into all sorts of different stuff over the years. When the band started we were consciously toying with a louder and punkier sound, different especially to what Sam and Ronan had been doing previously. Over the years our sound has developed into what it is now as we’ve got used to playing together and better at writing songs. The heavier influences have been less present in more recent writing. But we’d like to think our sound is still very dynamic and we try to keep the melodies catchy and the words interesting. I guess we felt we’d really found ‘our sound’ for the first time with the album and we hope to push that further on the next record.

Your music comes across as honest and personal, do you ever find it difficult to play certain songs live because of this or do you manage to separate your emotions while on stage? SW: I personally don’t find difficult to play our songs nor do I feel the need to shut off from my emotions. For me, songwriting has always been about trying to capture feelings that seem inexplicable when they’re bouncing around in my head; about trying to articulate them and turn them into something concrete. This, as well as performing the song live when it’s finished, is an emotionally cathartic process for me. Or at least that’s the aim. RK: I also don’t ever find it difficult to play any of our songs. I do sometimes write about fairly emotional and introspective things. But like Sam said, writing and singing about them is a cathartic process for me. I guess maybe I am able to separate myself from my emotions somewhat when I’m on stage, probably just because of adrenaline. If I’m doing a particularly shouty or particularly soft part, sometimes the performance is better if I think about what I’m actually singing about.

What does Don’t Worry have in the works for the future? 2019 is the year we make Don’t Worry a bigger part of all our lives. We’re looking to get more support slots with bigger bands, do some of our own tours, and a few festivals perhaps. We’re going to finish writing our second record and hopefully go and record it somewhere fun and interesting. Maybe we’ll even release some new music this year!

Quick Fire

The one song I wish I wrote is... SW: The Man In Me by Bob Dylan RK: You Can Call Me Al by Paul Simon AR: Seven Wonders by Fleetwood Mac

Three things I can’t live without are... SW: Pizza, antihistamines, sunlight. RK: Sleep, mineral water, social interaction. AR: Earth, wind, fire.

If I could only play music in one genre for the rest of my life it would be... SW: Rock n roll baby. RK: Indie rock I guess! Hopefully nobody puts that restriction on me though. AR: Black metal, but my hands won’t move fast enough.

Three adjectives that describe my life are... SW: Slow, indecisive, lucky. RK: Juxtaposed, challenging, fortunate.

If I held a world record it would be for... SW: Something to do with cheese consumption. RK: Most unnecessary pairs of shoes that I can’t afford to buy but did anyway. AR: Most Lucozade orange consumed in an hour.

My first memory of loving music is… SW: Probably renting Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ By The Way from the library and listening to it in the car on the way down to Devon. Probably 9 years old and just thought it was the coolest thing ever. RK: I heard Katrina & The Waves doing Love Shine A Light on the Eurovision Song Contest in 1997 and loved it, so my mum bought it for me on CD single. AR: Listening to my dad’s record collection when I was a kid.

The song of mine that I am the most proud of is… SW: Who Cares (U Care) is probably my favourite of the songs we have released. I’m pretty stoked on some of the songs we’ve been working on recently too. RK: I’m proud of most of our songs, but if I had to pick one I guess it’d be Mood Swings & Roundabouts - lyrically and structurally it’s one of my most proud moments. AR: Mood Swings & Roundabouts for me too.

My favourite venue I've ever played is… SW: I think it has to be Brudenell Social Club in Leeds. RK: Brudenell is up there for me too. Was chuffed to do our record release show at The Lexington in London as I saw a few great shows there when I was younger. AR: Bloc+ Glasgow!

The ideal environment for me to create music in is… SW: A quiet space, good lighting, somewhere where I feel comfortable. Not feeling anxious. Maybe a cup of camomile tea or something. RK: Right now I have a dream about recording our second album in a house somewhere in the countryside in the summer where there are no distractions and you can actually see the outside world through the windows. AR: I’m usually more productive at home. But I think it’s more fun working on something in a room together in a band.

If I could have any two bands open for me they would be… SW: I’m struggling to think of any bands that would be opening for us. It might be easier to do it the other way around: I’d love to open a show for Wilco or Teenage Fanclub. RK: Yeah if this was the other way around and we could open up for any two bands I’d choose Manchester Orchestra for sure, and then like Bruce Springsteen or something mental like that.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 13

Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 13- A Steve x OFC fanfiction

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Collins x Steve Rogers

word count: 1625 words

rating: PG

warnings: cussing, shooting the bird

A/N: shout out to @celeb-fest for her beta work.

I felt so nervous. Today was a big deal. It wasn't just Bruce's birthday, at least for me. Today has the potential to change my life. I've been incredibly anxious all day long, and now, it's go time.

Once I was done getting ready, I pulled Bruce's present out of its hiding place and walked out to the living room. Everyone but Bruce was there, waiting on him. I walked up to Steve, putting my arm around his waist as he kissed the top of my head. “Hey baby. You bring your present?” he asked. I nodded and held it up.

“Yep. Got it right here. I just want y'all to know,” I spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention, “that my gift is going to out-do all of yours, so don't feel bad.” There were ‘haha’s or ‘whatever’s in response.

“Dr. Banner is on his way here in the elevator,” F.R.I.D.A.Y announced. We all stood quietly, waiting for him to arrive. The doors opened and Bruce stepped out, slowly walking over to where we were assembled.

“Uh...good evening. Something I should know about?” he asked warily. We all laughed before Tony walked forward and handed him an envelope.

“Happy Birthday Bruce. We all got you something, and we're all going out for dinner tonight, in your honor.” Bruce smiled before opening his gift.

“You guys don't have to do that. A trip to Bora Bora? Thanks Tony.” The men embraced before Natasha and Sam walked up with their gift. “A bottle of the finest vodka and the finest bourbon. Thanks guys.”

One by one everyone gave Bruce their gift. Thor also gave him liquor, but it was for ‘the other guy’. Rhodey and Sam got Bruce snowboarding lessons and a chance to go skydiving. Wanda and Vision went in together and got him a full hour massage session. Steve, Bucky and Alice booked Bruce some time at a local boxing gym, their services included. Clint gave him a stress free weekend at his farm, along with pictures drawn by Clint’s kids. Finally, it was my turn.

“Alright everyone, glad y'all saved the best for last,” I joked as I stepped forward. Everyone laughed as I handed the present to Bruce, my heart racing and hands trembling slightly. He chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off and opening the box. He paused as he read the front of the document inside, before he hurriedly sat on the nearby couch. My heart jumped up into my throat as he read more of the paperwork. After a moment, he glanced up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

“Is this for real?” He asked shakily. I nodded, sniffling as I tried to keep my own tears at bay. He looked back at the papers and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen. He stood up and grabbed me in a bear hug. I hugged him back and we stood there, the rest of the team sharing puzzled looks. After a while, we broke apart, before Bruce picked up the paperwork and walked over to the bar, looking for a pen.

“Uh Bruce? What's going on? What's in the box?” Tony asked hesitantly. Bruce finally located a pen and began to sign the document, answering Tony as he flipped pages.

“Evie gave me the best gift ever,” he called over his shoulder. He finished signing the last page with a flourish and turned to face everyone. “These are adoption papers. As soon as these are filed, Evie will officially be my daughter.” There was a collective gasp, followed by an ‘aww’ from Wanda.

“That is the sweetest thing I've ever seen,” she cooed. I could see that most of the team didn't understand, so I explained.

“Growing up, I was passed around from relative to relative. By the time I would get settled in, I was dumped onto the next person. I don't remember my real parents, and all I know about them is that I severely cut in on their drug habits.” I looked over at Bruce and smiled fondly. “So, for Bruce to take me under his wing the way he did has meant the world to me. And since he has no children of his own, this is a win-win for both of us.” Nods and murmurs of agreement came from everyone.

“Well, it looks like we have more to celebrate than just Bruce,” Tony declared, clapping his hands. I shook my head as everyone made to board the elevator.

“No this is still just Bruce's day. These won't be official for a while, and that's even if they're approved.” Tony looked put out, and I grinned. “Don't worry Tony. If and when these are approved and certified, we can all celebrate then. Promise.” He smiled at that before motioning for me to enter before him.

Once we were all in, the elevator closed and we descended to the garage. Bucky, Alice, Steve and I all got into my Jeep, and we headed to the restaurant that Tony had reserved for us.

“So adoption?” Steve started. I chuckled before grabbing his hand.

“Yes. I didn't want anyone to know, otherwise I would have told you first.” I didn't think this would bother Steve.

“No it's fine. Just never saw it coming is all.” He squeezed my hand as he followed Tony through the traffic. I could tell he was still tense about something, as he avoided my eyes.

“Just think Steve. Now you have someone you can get permission from,” Bucky pointed out.

“Permission for what?” I asked, turning to stare at him.

“Buck…” Steve warned.

“Bucky, drop it,” Alice chimed in. He grinned at her before turning back to me.

“You're Steve's girlfriend right?” I nodded in confirmation. He snuck a peek at Steve before going on.

“James Buchanan Barnes, shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you,” Steve growled, their eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Alice slapped her hand over his mouth in an attempt to shut him up before he went too far, but he was able to lean away and keep talking, smirking at Steve.

“What's the one thing that an old-fashioned guy like Steve would want to ask his girlfriend’s dad for permission to do?” He looked back at Steve to gauge his reaction. I glanced over too, slightly alarmed at what I saw.

“Steve, relax before you break my car,” I warned. He loosened his grip on my steering wheel before shooting Bucky a death glare. “Take her out? No he's already doing that. Uh…” I trailed off, thinking. “Oh, asking for her hand in mar-” Oh my god. There's no way. Bucky nodded at me knowingly as a literal growl came from Steve. Alice and I made eye contact, worried about the tension between our boys.

We had finally made it to the restaurant parking lot. Steve had barely hit the brakes before Bucky was scrambling out of the door. Steve put the Jeep in park, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and turned the lights off, all in a matter of seconds, before he too was out the door and chasing Bucky down. Alice and I slowly made our way to the rest of the group, watching the two super soldiers throw snow at and chase each other.

“What's going on with those two?” Nat asked as we walked up.

“Bucky let loose a secret and Steve's pissed,” Alice replied. Bucky came running back, Steve hot on his tail. I reached out and grabbed my boyfriend's arm, pulling him towards me, as Alice did the same to Bucky.

“Hey, you guys go ahead. I wanna talk to Steve alone,” I told them. He huffed in defeat as everyone walked into the restaurant, flipping Bucky off as he followed them inside.

“Sorry about that. It's been awhile since we played in the snow. We're not huge fans of it anymore,” he apologized, wrapping his arms around me to warm me up.

“It's ok. Look, if he was being serious, then you don't have to ask for permission. I know it's what men did in your day and age, but nowadays it's not something that's routinely practiced.” Steve was staring at the ground, not wanting to look me in the eyes. “The answer will be ‘yes’ regardless if you get permission or not,” I assured him, ducking to catch his eyes. A smile slowly crept over his face as he realized what I meant.

“That's your answer then?”

“Yes.” He swung me around before setting me back on my feet and kissing me. I smiled against his lips before pulling back. “I'm not into having an audience during moments like this, so I'm good if you are. But, if you had something planned out, go for it. My answer won't change.” He smiled before putting his arm around my shoulder and walking into the restaurant.

“It's good to know your answer and that it won't change. I did have something planned but, if you're ok with this then I won't bother.” He look crestfallen at the thought of not being able to get down on one knee.

“No I want you to do it. I can tell you'll be bummed out if you don't get to do it the way you wanted, so please, by all means, do it,” I offered. He laughed and nodded.

“Ok.”

“Besides, we need a ring first,” I pointed out. I glanced up at him and did a double take. He was smiling his wolfy smile again. “You already have it, don't you?” His smile got bigger before the hostess asked our names.

“Oh, we’re with Tony Stark.” She smiled and led us to the table.

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sour--strawberries · 6 years

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Meow Cafe, part 12

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe, cat cafe!au - Tony works as a barista in a cat cafe and Steve is totally smitten by him and Tony’s overly fluffy cat, Figaro

summary: The big opening of the new Meow Cafe is finally happening!

length: 5 791 words

warnings: this fic belongs to Figaro universe, not focused on tickling, but has some from time to time (some this time)

a/n: FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE! I hope you like it and look at the end for a special surprise! if you enjoyed this series, remember to like, reblog and send me your final thoughts, would love to hear how you liked this love and cat story!

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Meow Cafe, part 12

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11)

The work on new Meow Cafe was going smoothly and after another month it was fully furnished and equipped, sparkling new and clean, ready to accept cats and customers. Yet, the final and hardest test remained the one that would define everything.

"He is coming! He is coming!" Janet jumped away from the window, almost entangling herself in the curtains in the process. "The inspector is coming!!" she shrilled, cheeks becoming flushed from the nervous atmosphere.

"Calm down, Jan," Bruce advised, standing behind the bar, next to Pepper who was sipping some coffee.

"What if he won't like the cafe?! What if we did something wrong?! We will have to start all over again!!" Janet panicked further, skipping to Bruce and flailing arms in panic.

"He will like it, we did everything fine---"

"AND WHAT IF WE DIDN'T?!" Janet roared, grabbing Bruce by the collar and almost dragging him out from the bar area. Before Pepper had to intervene, there was a gentle sound of a bell ringing, indicating that someone pushed the door open. The inspector arrived.

"Hi!" Janet immediately let go of Bruce and turned around, her angry scowl turning into a welcoming smile. The girl needed only one second to change her mood dramatically. There was probably some medical term for that, but it wasn't important. "Welcome to Meow Cafe!"

The inspector seemed unfazed. He put his nose up and sniffed, still smelling some of the paint. Tony and Steve walked behind the inspector and smiled nervously at the crew gathered near the bar area.

"Glad you could find time for us," Pepper smiled, greeting their guest. "Janet will show you around," she said, needing to find the over-energetic girl some task, or she might kill them all.

"Of course!" Janet nodded enthusiastically, and the tour started.

The inspector took his time and went meticulously through every inch of Meow Cafe. The new furniture was met with approval, soft and inviting both for cats and humans. The big window had a nice warm spot where the sun was shining, perfect for naps. The new cat shelves were great, placed all over the cafe, with some tunnels between them for double the fun, all in nice, pastel, bright colors and with soft carpet on the top for double kitty comfort. The inspector tested the cat door leading to the cat room, full of cat beds and bowls and more shelves, and a comfy, old couch near the wall, Bruce found on a yard sale. The best was left for last. The playground. It had to be tested to accommodate all kitty needs and shapes and weights and ages, and the inspector examined every toy and shelf and cushion and every scratch pole. It took long, nervous minutes and everyone was getting anxious, trying to hold it in and not rush anything. In the end, the inspector came back to the bar area, looking as mysterious as when the tour started.

"Can I interest you in something to drink?" Janet asked friendly, hoping that it will earn them some additional points.

One, slowly drank, bowl of milk later, the inspector looked around the new cafe and sat his fluffy butt down on the floor. The moment was prolonging and Figaro licked around his mouth, getting the last drops of milk. Immediately, everyone looked to Tony, who had been sitting on the couch with Steve, waiting for translation.

Tony, trying to not choke on his own laughter, knowing how serious everyone was treating the situation, smiled and spread his arms. "He likes it!" he announced.

The Meow Cafe's crew cheered and Figaro closed his eyes in content. Yes, he could imagine his cat friends being comfortable in this new place.

***

"Hi! Welcome! So glad you could come!"

Steve was leaning against the bar and he couldn't keep the smile out of his face. Finally, the day came and it was the grand opening of the new Meow Cafe. Tomorrow, the cafe would be open for all customers while this was the opening for friends and family and people who adopted the cafe's pupils. Steve saw Pepper talking to the older couple, a marriage that had adopted his favorite Little Eye, Blondie and Crazeh, and chatting with the girl with blue eyes and dark bangs, one that gave a home to Shandi. Near the playground and watching the cats inside were three girls plus Janet, excitedly cooing over the cats and commenting how cute they were. Steve didn't know their names, but guessed that the chubby one with long, wavy hair in the middle was the one who adopted Cow, on her right was a girl with asymmetric hair in an unusual rusty orange color, Ariel's owner, and at the left was the one with long blond hair, tied in a bun, and by the hair, Steve made a connection that it was Rapunzel (whose real name still remained unknown), the one who adopted Tsuki. On one of the couches, was Sam and Rhodey, talking to a burly blond, who, as it turned out was neither William or Thud, but Thor, Gizmo's rightful owner, who had brought his brother along, a lanky dark-haired man, staying away from everyone and preferring to put his all attention on the cat in his lap. Steve focused on the cat for a bit. It was a striped tabby with white socks, looking suspiciously similar to Crazeh, although smaller and more muscular, enjoying a long petting session. The new cafe was much bigger than the previous one and could host up to fifteen cats instead of six. Currently, in the cafe was a lucky thirteen of cats. And Steve had to learn the names of all of them.

"That's Cajetan," someone said and Steve looked at Natasha who appeared out of nowhere. As the person who adopted Oliver, she was also invited to the first opening. "He is almost two years old, Bruce says that he is one of the youngest cats here."

Steve nodded and smiled. He could imagine that Bruce was excited as Tony was with all the new cats, but while Tony tend to blab a lot and change from one cat to the other, making it hard to keep track and memorize, Bruce had to be a better source of information.

"Tuma," Natasha pointed up at the cat shelves, where a beautiful tortoiseshell girl was looking down at everyone with her yellow-green eyes. "Pi Shu," on a shelf just below Tuma was another cat, this one resembling Cow a little bit, also black and white and green-eyed, looking at everyone suspiciously, "watch out for her, she gives love bites."

Steve laughed, not at all bothered by kitty love bites. Maybe in the past he did consider it a problem, but not anymore.

"Oh, and there is Zeus," Natasha smiled at the lean cat, a mix of calico and Siamese with unusually bright blue eyes sprinting between their legs to get to the cat's room. "Chased by Little Girl," she laughed, when a grayish-white blur followed Zeus, as both cats were playing with each other. "And there is my favorite, Clawson," Natasha's voice softened and she pointed at the window sill, where stretched out was a big, orange cat, the senior of the group, reaching almost fifteen years old, as finding homes for senior cats was still an important mission for Meow Cafe. Steve saw a resemblance to Oliver and it became clear why this particular cat became Nat's favorite. Maybe if things turn out well, Oliver will get a brother.

"Hey, you almost got them all," Steve looked at his friend, grateful for the short introduction.

"Yeah, almost," Natasha leaned out a little bit, seeing Clint, sitting on the floor and dangling a mouse on a stick in front of two cats, a honey striped cat, and an orange tabby. Izzy and Menina. Izzy was a four years old boy and Menina was an older lady, almost fourteen, but was as playful and energetic as the three times younger Izzy. Clint was laughing and looked perfectly happy, observing cats attempt to get the mice, and sometimes letting them nibble on the toy.

Steve counted the cats they saw so far. Two in the cat's room, six in the cafe area. That meant, that five more were somewhere around. His eyes went to the playground and he saw a small black cat, happily napping on one of the pillows.

"That's Kashi, right?" Steve asked Natasha, trying to remember some of the cats on his own. From what Tony told him, Kashi was a very shy kitty lady and preferred to stay in the playground area, approaching everyone with caution.

"Yeah, it is," Natasha confirmed, and laughed at a gray cat, walking back and forth through one of the tunnels, looking very happy, until the calico one with bright yellow eyes decided to make a surprise and jump on the tunnel, temporarily cutting off the entrance, until the cat wiggled out backwards, to the amusement of the three girls observing the cats. Poor Fezzick, attacked by Lina. Seemed that the younger cats had no respect for their older colleagues. Speaking of younger cats, on numerous fluffy pillows and gently pawing a toy mouse was Amber, gray and with golden eyes, the baby of the cat group, reaching one year. "I think that Celia is also in the playground---"

"Do you need anything?"

"We are good, Bruce," Natasha smiled at her unofficially second boyfriend. Bruce's hair seemed even curlier than usual, as he was rushing in the bar area, pouring coffee after coffee for all of their guests. Even his glasses seemed steamed.

"BRUCE!" Janet roared, appearing suddenly in the bar area, and leaning in to see how the coffee making was going, an empty tray propped against her hip, almost falling to the ground. Immediately, Bruce started to slap her away gently, because Pepper didn't approve of jumping against the sparkly new bar and chipping the paint off. "Our guests need coffee!"

"And we need more cake!" Tony yelled, waltzing past the small group, swiftly collecting empty coffee cups left on the tables. The coffee place was becoming more crowded, as more people who adopted the cats over the two years of Meow Cafe existence were showing up. Pepper basically stood by the door and greeted the new groups, guiding them briefly over the cafe before resuming her position.

"Hi, handsome!"

Steve yelped, and jumped up a little bit, when someone, undoubtedly Tony, while circling and collecting plates and cups, playfully slapped his ass. He only saw Tony's grin as his barista walked away to bus some tables.

"Then you two should come here and help me," Bruce replied through clenched teeth in a deep voice, keeping a low profile, unlike his colleges. Steve had to admit, that the seemingly harmless brunet seemed a lot more threatening out of sudden.

"You have help!" Jan exclaimed, stacking the coffee cups on a tray. "We left you with the new guy!"

New guy? Steve sipped his coffee, looking more alert. Tony didn't tell him that the person who was supposed to fill in for him started the job.

"NEW GUY! Move it!" Jan yelled, almost jumping over the bar and again, but being held back by Bruce.

"I am coming, I am coming!"

The door leading to the kitchen opened, and Steve's eyes widened when he saw a familiar figure with about dozen plates with neatly cut pieces of carrot cake.

"Bucky?!" Steve exclaimed, or would have, if he didn't have a mouthful of coffee and the liquid spilled from his mouth and trickled down his chin. Luckily, Natasha was alert and pressed a napkin to his mouth before any coffee could reach his shirt, but Steve still heard Tony's pearly laughter somewhere in the distance. For being such a neat person in general, Steve was a huge spiller.

"As for a place that's supposed to be relaxing, you guys are awfully nervous," Bucky grumbled, making his way out of the bar, sporting a Meow Cafe apron worn over black jeans and buttoned shirt, "hi Nat, Steve. Have some cake," Bucky smiled cheekily and slid two plates over the bar. Once again it was up to Natasha to save the moment and catch both plates, as Steve was still too stunned to move.

"Less chit chat more work!" Janet urged, putting some cups of coffee on the empty place on the tray. "Our guests are waiting for coffee! You need to step up your game if you want to work here, you have some big shoes to fill in! Well, metaphorically big shoes, because Tony has tiny feet---"

Steve saw Bucky quickening his pace, clearly escaping from chattering Janet, who followed him closely, talking his ears off. Bucky working at a cat cafe. That was something Steve didn't expect. Clearly, Bucky's fondness for cats ran deeper than Steve thought…

"Let's go and sit," Natasha gently bumped shoulders with Steve's and pushed two plates with cakes into his hands, as she took their coffee. They went to the couch, the same one where Sam, Rhodey and Thor were sitting on, leaving Bruce on coffee duty and giving him some off time. Steve glanced at the back, and saw Tony making his way into the bar area, and taking out clean coffee cups out of the washing machine. Seemed that he won't be able to spend any time with Tony today… After all, it was the opening, a big day for everybody.

When Steve and Natasha made it to the couch, Bucky was serving the last pieces of cake, the very last one going to Sam.

"Saved you the biggest one, doll," he winked at his boyfriend and Sam beamed a proud smile.

"You managed to lose Janet?" Natasha asked with a teasing grin, sitting in the big armchair.

"She stopped to play with Cajetan and talk to that weird, sad kid," Bucky explained.

"That weird kid happens to be my brother," Thor sent Bucky an intimidating look, which lost a lot of threatening power, as the guy stuffed his mouth with carrot cake and had some icing around his lips.

"He is weird," Bucky repeated, totally unfazed.

"I think he is interesting," Natasha smiled, peaking at the man with the small cat in his lap.

"You guys don't seem alike," Steve put in his comment. It was obvious that siblings didn't always resemble each other, but at least they had similarities. Thor, was big and muscled and had a seemingly sunny personality. His brother was smaller in posture, pale and had black hair, and didn't seek company and clearly didn't feel well surrounded by people.

"He is my stepbrother," Thor explained in a small voice, still sounding a bit wounded and sending hurt looks towards Bucky.

"You really shouldn't be the one to judge people! Remember how we met? I gave you five dollars because I thought you were living on the street!" Sam laughed, putting his fork into the carrot cake and taking a bite.

"What?!" everyone exclaimed, as Bucky froze in silent panic.

"You told me you bumped into Sam on a street!" Steve accused Bucky. Another hidden secret. His friend was asking for a long talk.

"You need to tell us!" Natasha smiled wide and evil, crossing her legs for a more comfortable position.

"I am glad to know I wasn't the first one to think he was a homeless guy," Rhodey laughed.

"Believe me, you were not the first one," Steve shook his head. It happened more often than he would like to admit to, but well, that was his best friend.

"There is nothing to tell---" Bucky tried to cut the topic off, but Sam already started.

"I saw him at the subway station. He was sitting on the floor and playing guitar, so I stopped and gave him five dollars to buy himself something warm to eat. And then he used the same five dollars to buy me a coffee--"

"That's basically what I told you!" Bucky explained himself, feeling Steve's angry look.

"You left some parts out," Steve muttered, "and I told you to stop doing that!" he hissed, meaning Bucky's habit of playing guitar in the middle of the city. Bucky claimed that he was entertaining, for Steve, he was asking for trouble. "You will get yourself beaten up one day! Don't walk away when I am talking to you!" Steve kept yelling, as Bucky trotted to serve more coffee, moving his mouth to Steve's words and making faces, mocking him.

"--- and now he has a decent job! My parents keep asking about him and I can finally introduce him!" Sam finished the story, seemingly oblivious to Bucky and Steve's confrontation.

"Guys, better enjoy that carrot cake, we ran out!" Tony called, walking to his group of friends, and collecting the plates and cups he could. "But the honey cake finally cooled down!" he added quickly, noticing Thor's sad puppy look. That guy could eat.

"You started making honey cake again?!" Rhodey called, almost jumping out of his seat. "Dibs on a piece!" he raised his hand up and waved frantically.

"Of course, you will get some, honey bear."

"Oh, so here is the party for all cat people!" someone yelled out.

"Behave," came a deeper and mellow voice.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" Sam raised his hand and waved to the two people standing in the doorway.

It was T'Challa and a friend. They walked to the group, T'Challa in long, broad steps, straight as a board, the other one moved softer, as if almost dancing to some disco music, which wasn't a wrong association as his shirt had a mix logos of old music bands.

"You all know T'Challa already," Rhodey introduced his work colleagues and T'Challa nodded to the group, "and this is Peter," he pointed to the other guy.

"Sup!" Peter clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at the group. He was blond and had some curly hair on top of his head and a light stubble. He was wearing a bomber jacket and jeans, and his style was clearly inspired by the 80s. A total opposite of T'Challa, who was wearing an all black suit, and looked refined and polished. Peter had some rough charm to himself.

"Hi! How is Ramzes?" someone asked, and Steve would focus on that, curious to hear how T'Challa was doing with the loud senior cat, if it wasn't for a whisper next to him.

"Wow, they are hot," Tony gaped at both men, the tray almost slipping out of his hands. What made him grip it back, was Steve's judging look, but what really sent panic down his spine, was the way Rhodey glared at him. Seemed that Tony still didn't learn. "… Hot in here!" Tony corrected himself, closing and opening his mouth in brief panic. "Who wants iced coffee?!" he called into the air, walking away with the tray, cups and plates clinking gently.

Steve should be offended. Yet, at this point, he only smiled to himself and shook his head at his boyfriend's behavior.

"Don't worry," Rhodey said and Steve looked at him, as Rhodey picked up some of the plates Tony left behind, "I know when that idiot is really in love," he stood up, and went to put the plates away.

Steve kept smiling and looked at the piece of carrot cake he was handed earlier, feeling something warm inside. He focused on that and started eating, listening to his friends talking.

***

"Sit down!"

"But---"

"You were standing for the whole day! Sit down!"

"But we need---"

"SIT. DOWN!!"

Pepper raised her hands up in a desperate gesture. Not having any other choice, she plopped down on the couch, obediently staying where her crew had pointed her to. "Here. I am sitting, happy?"

"Yes," Janet beamed, as Bucky and Bruce were cleaning the cafe, joined by Sam, Rhodey and Steve. "We will handle it, you rest!" Janet decided, walking away with Natasha to collect plates and cups from the tables. Clint and Tony were nowhere to be seen, but that probably meant that they were back in the cats' room, refilling the bowls with food and water and cleaning the litter boxes for the night.

The cafe was emptying, their guests already had left and cats were nestling for a night of sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day and cafe would function normally, ready to serve more guests and look for homes for the new cats.

"Did you count the cats?!" Pepper turned around from her place on the couch, when Tony and Clint walked out from the bar area.

"Six!" Tony called back, "seven more to find!"

"I am on it!" Clint took the job and walked to the playground area, ready to play 'spot the cat'.

"Before we turn the bar off, does anyone want something?! Coffee, tea?!" Bruce called and collected some orders, while the rest was cleaning. It didn't take long to clean with so many helpers, and soon the cafe became spotless again, ready for tomorrow.

"Thanks, guys. You all did a great job today," Pepper smiled gratefully as her crew and friends sat around her and the group enjoyed a last cup of coffee, mugs handed out by Clint and Janet.

"Milady, your coffee," Clint said charmingly, offering Natasha a cup of black and strong coffee. "As black and bitter as your soul, just the way you like it," he added with a cheerful grin and Natasha cooed a thank you, taking the cup and gesturing towards Bruce to join them.

Steve held his latte and Tony's double espresso and looked around for his boyfriend. He saw him at the other end of the cafe, alone and standing in front of the colorful wall. Steve made his way there, not recalling such colorful wall being in the cafe. Soon, it all made sense. He joined Tony and smiled at the black wall with photos all cats that had ever been adopted from Meow Cafe, in their forever homes, each photo signed by the owner in a colorful marker. Cow, Ariel, Tsuki, Crazeh… They were all there, including some cats Steve didn't have an occasion to meet. There were also current cats's photos on the wall, ready for adoption and looking for their humans. Steve remembered Meow Cafe guests crowding in this spot earlier, but didn't know why. It was a great memento and a tribute.

"That's incredible," Steve smiled, looking at Tony with love. "You helped all those cats, you know that? You helped them find a home," he said and he couldn't possibly love Tony anymore.

"I had some help," Tony answered and turned to Steve, smiling and a bit teary eyed. Thinking about his former pupils, always made him emotional. The mood changed drastically when he noticed what Steve was holding. "Is that a latte?!" he gasped out in horror, looking at the cup.

"Um… Yeah, but don't worry, it is for me, I have an espresso for you---"

"You have been drinking lattes the whole evening?!"

"Yes?"

"The hell--- BRUCE!!" Tony called, leaning out from behind Steve and looking at his group of friends, "you have been serving Steve lattes?! Regular or soy milk?! REGULAR OR SOY?!"

Bruce didn't answer. The way he curled between Natasha and Clint was an answer in itself. Hey, it was a busy night. He forgot. Bucky tsked and shook his head. It wasn't a secret that Steve was lactose intolerant, yet, sometimes it seemed that Steve was the one who forgot most often.

"Oh God," Tony whined, hiding face in his hands and after a while glaring at Steve through his fingers. "You are so not sleeping in my bed tonight!"

Steve couldn't help it. Tony looked so indignant and mad, he had to put the coffee on the nearby table, as he started to shake with silent laughter and it was hard to keep the cups steadily in his hands.

"I am serious!" Tony shrilled, pointing an accusing finger at Steve and not understanding what was so amusing about this situation, "last time you had milk, Fig was terrified! It was like an all-night artillery shooting!"

Steve did the only thing he could in this situation. He hugged wriggling Tony close and kept laughing until his hotheaded boyfriend ended his tantrum.

***

It was a week after the opening of the Meow Cafe and everything was going smoothly. Bucky got the job, and happily served coffee and took care of the cats, under Janet's watchful eye, whose enthusiasm and passion earned her the main barista title, that previously belonged to Tony. Sam finally introduced his parents to Bucky, inviting them to the Meow Cafe one evening. Bruce, Natasha and Clint could be seen more often together, becoming more open about their relationship. Even Rhodey finally bought an apartment in New York and could regularly meet with Pepper and Tony, without taking their friends' couch for the night. But most importantly, new cats were bonding with new people and had chances to find their forever homes. Soon, Meow Cafe had the first adoption and it was Peter, the guy T'Challa brought for the opening, who was the first one to adopt a cat and Cajetan found his forever home. And Tony and Steve kept working and being in a relationship and loved each other and possibly couldn't be happier.

Everything was just fine.

Just. Fine.

Fine.

Fine?

It was wrong.

Something was horribly, horribly wrong.

"Ah… Ah!! Hah!!"

"Meow!!"

"Tony…"

"Nghhh… No, don't--- AH!"

"MEOW!!"

It was wrong, wrong, wrong. His human was crying and it sounded like if he was in pain and he didn't know why. He needed to help him. Figaro started to frantically scratch on the locked door, needing to get inside. He needed to protect his friend.

"HAH! Ah ah ah!!"

"MEEEOOOW!!!"

"Tony!!"

"Yghhhh OKAY FINE!"

The door suddenly opened, and before Figaro could slide inside and attack with sharp claws whoever was hurting his friend, he was hoisted up and carried away, pressed to bare, human skin. Figaro blinked at that and saw the room moving and instead of being in the corridor, he suddenly found himself in the bathroom.

"Fiiiiig," Tony whined, locking the door and putting the cat down. Figaro immediately brushed around his human's legs, relieved to see that he was fine, although the lack of clothing and raised body temperature was a bit alarming.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, but Fig!" Tony snapped his fingers and crouched down to get to a more or less the same eye level as his cat, "focus now! Remember the talk we had?"

Figaro sat his fluffy butt down, looking at his human. They had many talks. He should be more specific. Humans were so unreasonable sometimes.

"The first one?" Tony emphasized. "The very first one? Come on, I know you can remember."

The first one…

Ooohh…

Figaro remembered. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago, when his hind paw was hurting and everything, including his human, seemed a lot bigger and scarier.

"We are here! This is where you live now!"

He looked around, seeing an unknown, big place. It was big, but also warm. He liked warm.

"This is where you will eat. Here I will put a litter box for you. And here is where we will sleep!"

His bright eyes followed, trying to take everything in. It seemed like a lot, but he would handle it.

"Oh, but first thing first…"

The human sat down and kept him on his lap. It was warm and soft, and he suddenly felt very sleepy.

"Listen," the human said, and stroked a single finger along his head and he closed his eyes in content. That felt nice. "I promise to keep you healthy, well fed and safe, and when the time comes, I will help you move on as quickly and painlessly as possible," the human said, sounding serious and he opened his eyes, feeling that it was an important moment, "in return, you will do your stuff into the litter box, won't wake me up at nights and allow me to get laid when I bring someone home, okay?"

A tiny meow. Not quite an agreement, as he didn't understand most of the words, but it seemed important to his human.

"Okay," human smiled, and scratched behind his ears. Nice. "You need a name…" human said, looking at him with a thoughtful face. "Can't think without music. Gimme a sec," human continued and slid the kitten gently off his lap, walking away. He didn't move away, when some loud noise filled the apartment and he curled in himself, eyes widening up in fear.

"Ooops, sorry!" human amended, making the noise quieter. It was a sound he never heard before. It was like screaming, but there was some pattern to it.

"You okay, buddy?" human asked sympathetically and sat back on the couch, taking him back in his lap. He continued to curl, alerted by the sound. Somehow it reminded him of his time outside, but it was different. He was safe now.

"My mom used to listen to this all the time," human said, closing his eyes and stroking a gentle hand along his back, remembering. It had to be a fond memory and he felt the happy vibes the person was giving.

"Meow," he said quietly, reminding of his presence.

"Hm? You like it too?" that's not exactly what the meow stand for, but he would train the human with time to better understand him. "Okay, so… How about Figaro? Do you like it as a name?"

"Meow!"

The human smiled and he felt he made something good happen. "Then it is settled. This will be your new name. Figaro!"

During the years, Figaro tried to keep most of the promises. Yet, he felt scolded and lowered his beautiful head in shame.

"I knew you can remember."

Hmm, so get laid mean mating. A cat learns something new every day. He interrupted his humans mating. At least he knew it wasn't pain and could calm down.

"Okay, we will do it like this," Tony decided and Figaro saw bare feet walking away. Tony opened the closet under the sink where he kept the clean towels and put some out, for Figaro to squeeze in if he would decide to, and poured some water into the sink, in case if the cat got thirsty. Not the best conditions, but it would do for a while and he saw Figaro licking off droplets of water from the sink numerous times already, so it shouldn't be that bad.

"I will let you out soon, okay?" Tony said, petting his cat's head and walking to the door. Figaro closed his eyes, giving his human a permission to leave. Quietly, Tony slid out and closed the door. Figaro looked around the spacious bathroom and decided to nap for the time being. He walked to the closet and threw out with his paw some more of the towels and squeezed inside, curling into a little ball in the tight space. Purrfect.

***

It was so warm and nice. He was cuddled into a warm person and there was a hand scrubbing his head. He was practically melting.

Tony purred playfully at the morning affection, letting the other man know, that he was slowly wakening up. The scrubbing stopped for a moment and then continued with tender care.

"Good morning," Steve whispered, pressing lips to brunet's curly hair.

"Morning," Tony answered, stretching his legs and sinking back into Steve, not bothering to open his eyes. It was just too sweet to move and he could still feel the afterglow from the long, hot night they had.

"I have to get up," Steve said, moving his fingers to stroke along Tony's nape.

"No, you don't," Tony argued, not keen on letting his personal heater go.

"Yes, I do," Steve argued back and smiled, gently moving away and pressing kisses into Tony's face and tickling his ribs and sides gently when the stubborn brunet still didn't want to let go. Giggling and breathless, Tony dropped back into the bed and stayed entangled in the covers, smiling sweet and in love, getting the same smile back from the blond.

"I will get some lunch for us on way back," Steve promised, leaning down and kissing his boyfriend. Never enough of kisses. "And you can stay in bed and cuddle with Figaro now."

Tony scrunched his nose. Seeing that Steve mentioned him… Why their cat wasn't in bed with them? Figaro should be already between them and taking up space, instead they had a nice morning and woke up cuddled to each other---

Oh, son of a---

Steve almost fell off the bed, alarmed by the loud wheeze and the way Tony rushed out, bare feet running on the wooden floor. He heard him stopping in the corridor and opening the door loudly, almost ripping it out of the hinges.

"FIGARO!!" Tony called in real panic, as if spending half of the night in a closed bathroom, would scar his cat horribly. Figaro calmly peaked out his head from among the towels, happily sleeping in warmth and peace. Humans had to be always so loud.

"FIG, I AM SO SORRY!" Tony scrambled to his cat and took him out from among the towels and hugged close to his chest, cradling him in his arms. "MY POOR BABY!"

"Is Fig okay?!" Steve called from the bedroom, feeling alarmed by the cries, but also knowing that Tony could be overdramatic sometimes.

"NO THANKS TO YOU!" Tony yelled, deeply offended. "YOU MADE ME LOCK MY BABY AWAAAY!"

Steve raised his eyes to the ceiling. Drama, drama, drama. He would have to buy a package of bacon and a box of donuts on his way home to placate both Figaro and Tony.

So, this was what his life became…

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

And with that thought he went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast for all of them, smiling on his way.

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Gordon's Chid ➡ Bruce Wayne

Imagine being Jim Gordon's daughter and finding out you're pregnant with Bruce Wayne's child.

Skylar P.O.V

Cuddling with Bruce was one of my favourite things in the world. Sitting in the front of the fireplace in the Wayne Manor with Bruce's arms wrapped around me as I sipped on my hot chocolate. I hummed in pleasure.

Bruce looked at me and chuckled. "Are happy because of the chocolate or the baby?"

"Both." We both chuckled. "I also found something today."

"What?" Bruce asked.

"I think it's a girl." I blurted out and watched him freeze in surprise before happiness covered his eyes. He kissed me and hugged me.

"Our baby girl." He whispered and I smiled. I put my mug down on the table and snuggled into him. His strong arms wrapped around me and I hummed.

Footsteps were heard and both Bruce and I stood calm, thinking it was Alfred. The footsteps stopped but nothing was said until a click was heard. Bruce and I both stood up and as we turned around a shot was heard and I doubled over, holding my stomach.

In front of us stood Jerome, a gun pointed at me, his ugly face smiling like a maniac.

Black little dots danced in my vision as I started to sway, the last thing I heard was Bruce screaming my name.

-⚜⚜⚜⚜-

3rd P.O.V

After the fight with Jerome, Bruce Wayne stood in hospital, hand-holding tightly on Skylar Gordon's. He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes as she slept. The doctors were able to stabilise her and now they were going to see if the baby was okay.

Rushed steps were heard in the hallways and Bruce knew who they belong to. Jim Gordon aka his girlfriend's father. The door opened and Jim immediately fell to his knees as his eyes were attached to his daughter.

He walked slowly on the other side of the bed, his eyes watching her chest go up and down. His warm hand clashes her cold one as he held it. His eyes looked at Bruce. "What happened?" Jim's voice was cracked.

"Jerome." Bruce spat. "He came into my home and shot her. In front of me." Bruce's hand was hanging low. "I messed up, Jim. I almost lost the women I loved. She got shot and I stood there watching Jerome laugh like the maniac he is. I'm sorry Jim. I failed her. I failed Skylar, Alfred, Selina and Gotham. I failed you. And I swore I'll protect her. And here we are."

Jim gave him an understanding look. "I know how it feels Bruce. It's not your fault. Skylar loves you and love her. She is gonna survive this. She's a survivor, Bruce."

The door opened and this time a nurse walked in, her hand holding a clipboard that had the faith of Skylar Gordon. The nurse smiled brightly and both man's figured knowing it was good news. "Gentlemen. She's alright. The bullet missed her insides. She was lucky." She flipped a paper. "Now for the babies-" Bruce froze, eyes widened when he looked at Jim. His face was shocked. His daughter was pregnant. At seventeen. Then Bruce's eyes widened. Babies? "The babies are safe and healthy. The bullet missed them. She should wake up in two hours or so." She looked at Bruce and smiled widely. "Congratulations. On the twins, I mean. One is a girl and the other one is a boy."

Bruce smiled. He was gonna have a boy and a girl. His princess and prince. The nurse shot them another smile and left.

Jim finally kicked out of his state of shock. "Babies? You got mt daughter pregnant?"

Bruce sighed. He knew this day would come. And he dreaded it. "We didn't want to get pregnant. It happened four months ago. We came from a party and decided to celebrate. Too much wine and suddenly I worked up with Skylar in my arms. Both of us naked."

Jim rubbed his forehead. "Look. I'm mad about getting her pregnant at seventeen but promise me something. You will take care of both of the babies and her."

"I love her too much to let her go. And those babies." Bruce said. "Come on. We have to find Jerome. No one tries to kill my kids and girlfriend and gets away with it."

-⚜⚜⚜⚜-

Skylar P.O.V

I could hear the beeping, the voices, everything. My eyes blinked opens but I immediately closed them as the bright white light stunned in my eyes. Two hands were clasped on mine. One was bigger and rough, it had corns on it.

The other one was a little bit bigger than mine, a bit softer. It made me smile knowing exactly who it belonged too.

After a while, my eyes managed to the light and I saw the white walls. After the smell of medicine, I knew I was in the hospital. I stood up and noticed the two men sleeping with their head on my bed. The dale brown hair I grew to love was right by my left side.

The other one was a more brown-grey one and I knew it was my dad's. I slipped my hand away from Bruce and he immediately woke up. He ju.oed up, looking frankly for danger until he saw me looking at him with a smile.

"You're okay." He breathes in relief. I nodded and he immediately attached his lips on mine. I kiss back and internally sighed in relief. I detached myself and was about to ask but he cut me off. "The babies are fine."

I sighed in relief before narrowing my brows. "Babies?"

He smiled at me, his happiness shining. "Twins. Boy and girl."

I smiled and we hugged, his hand holding onto my shoulders and an I held onto him tightly.

"And now we're gonna talk about this." My dad's voice rang out as I groaned.

-⚜⚜⚜⚜-

Five months later

I yelled as the nurse held my hands tightly. My eyes were shut tightly as I continued to push. I was in pain. The worse pain possible. Labor.

"Push! Ms.Gordon push!" The woman yelled and I continued so. Suddenly the nurse's hand let go of mine and another one was replaced. I looked and my eyes made contact with Selina's. She smiled brightly and I smiled a little one instead.

"Push, Skylar. Push!" She said and I did. I pushed u til I couldn't. Then a cry ranged out. A little cry that I knew it will change my life forever. I saw a nurse raking a little baby, covered in blood. My eyes widened. Oh, she or he was beautiful.

Then another contraction kicked in and I groaned. "Baby 1 is out. Time for baby 2." Selina said and I groaned.

"You need to do it again. Ms. Gordon. Push!" The doctor said and I repeated. I bet my screams were heard thought the whole hospital. I knew that outside the door, Bruce, my dad and Alfred were waiting for anxious. Bruce was probably pacing.

After some minutes I finally slumped into the bed, the second cry filling up the air. I was exhausted. I was sweaty, tired and hungry. I need a burger so bad.

My eyes looked towards my babies and I smiled as the nurse borough them to me. My baby girl was wrapped into her blanket, her head covered by a pink beanie. My boy the same but his beanie was blue.

The door opened and in walked Bruce, my dad and Alfred. Bruce immediate was next to me, looking at our children in awe. He kissed my head and we both smiled as we watched our miracles.

"You did amazing." He whispered. "We never thought about names."

I smiled brightly. "Oh, I have them." Everyone looked at me. "For our little girl, I was thinking Elizabeth Selina Wayne. After my mom and my best friend." Selina squealed.

"Thank you." She whispered and I nodded. "Of course I'm gonna name my daughter after you silly. Selina, you're my sister."

She smiled at me. "And for the boy?"

"Thomas James Wayne," I said. Bruce's eyes filled up with tears at the mention of his father's name. "After your father an mine."

"Perfect," Bruce said and grabbed Elizabeth from me. "Elizabeth Selina Wayne and Thomas James Wayne."

We both smiled. This was our happy ending. With our children.

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For those either lucky or unlucky enough to catch a glimpse of Nightwing swinging between skyscrapers or hurdling over rooftops, there seems to be something almost dejected about the usually cheerful, yet snarky vigilante.

It’s nothing that Nightwing necessarily says; he’s still pleasant and charmingly courteous as ever to those who deserve it, but the petty criminals who’ve either had previous run-ins, or simply know him through word of mouth, start noticing when their bruises have bruises.

Nightwing is…meaner than usual. His punches carry a heavier weight, almost like it’s personal. The chatty bird doesn’t talk much when he’s kicking ass; it makes the men and women who gossip in the dank alley ways of Bludhaven swallow down their trepidation, makes them glimpse up at roof ledges with caution, their curiosity almost morbid when looking for that agile yet unmistakable silhouette cutting across the horizon.

The older ones—the ones with impressive criminal backgrounds—are wearier of Nightwing than the younger, cockier crowds who think they’ll never serve hard time. They laugh, jeer, and tease because they believe nothing could be as worse than running into the big bat, but there’s truth in what the middle-aged man in charge of supervising the cocaine shipment says one foggy night.

“If you take the Bat out of the equation, everyone thinks Hood is the guy you need to watch for—” the man takes a long drag from his cigarette, scratching at his salt and pepper beard lazily with his thumb—“but I think differently.”

The old man holds the attention of everyone in hearing distance. They’re captivated; the scene reminiscent of when some of them were kids telling ghost stories around a camp fire. It’s also rare that the old man ever talks, and whenever he starts speaking, be about football or how corrupt the politicians are, it’s hard not to listen.

“When the kid’s completely quiet—when he’s pissed, and uses his body to express it—he reminds me most of that damned demon Bat.”

The man finishes his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a gradual billow above his head. He watches for patterns before he tosses the butt carelessly onto the ground. His expression is thoughtful as he murmurs, “I pity the poor bastard who pissed him off, but I pity us more, gentlemen.”

Dick enters his apartment sluggishly, bones aching, his whole body screaming for the comfort and solace of a hot shower. It’s like being down at the docks, with the questionable, greenish film that rocks right on top of the water somehow manages to give Dick that same sticky, gross feeling all over his skin.

He is days away from busting the drug operation down at the docks before the goods move onto bigger venues, like Gotham. Dick’s been patient gathering the necessary evidence he needs to put these guys away for at least fifteen years, but he’s been having his own kind of withdrawals as of late.

Despite his lack of wings, Dick belongs in the air.

The detective work is rewarding when all the pieces finally slot together, but even when he became the crime fighting boy wonder, it hadn’t been what attracted Dick to the job initially. He’d been addicted to the action—to the thrill of it all.

It had been a game to Dick, and while he’d obviously matured into his role and saw the importance of being a vigilante, it still takes a mental and emotional toll on him to be physically grounded when responsibility calls it of him.

It sure as hell doesn’t help matters that his last encounter with Jason is still fresh like a wound, lurking around the dark corners of Dick’s mind and haunting him.

Jason seems to be a constant source of pain, frustration, and elation for Dick, wrapped up into a man that, on days, rivals Bruce as the most complicated and difficult person Dick knows.

He repeatedly wonders why he continues to do this same old dance with Jason when it seems to get them nowhere in the end.

(Oh, but he knows why. Deep down.)

Dick showers, standing under the spray for an indulgent amount of time until his skin starts to prune. Water bill be damned, he deserves it.

For a moment, Dick thinks about the last time Jason was in his shower with him; how his lips had chased the rivulets of water across Dick’s skin, his teeth and tongue worshiping, as he lowered onto his knees and slowly took Dick into his mouth without breaking eye contact.

Dick makes a suffering thing of a sound, pushing the memory far back when he starts to feel arousal rushing up and down his spine, pooling low in his gut. It feels like he’s losing in some way if he gives into the urge to touch himself, and Dick doesn’t want to feel like it mattered—that they mattered when Jason has such an easy time convincing Dick of the same.

Dick shuts the water off with a sigh and dries his skin with a rough towel that’s starting to smell like mildew. He needs to do the laundry; he’s running out of clean underwear and his hamper is practically overflowing—not counting all the clothes laying on a heap on his floor.

He falls into bed—literally falls—and passes out after wrapping himself into a makeshift blanket burrito with thoughts of wind rushing through his hair and the glowing skyline of Gotham.

In his dreams, Dick is younger and blissfully ignorant about a lot of things, but he doesn’t seem to care.

They’re simpler times, the red, green, and yellow, and sometimes, Dick just needs to remember.

***

It feels like only minuets have passed since Dick closed his eyes.

His phone rings, a catchy pop song that’s been stuck in his head for the last month, and Dick practically jumps out of his skin, body tensing, waiting for the threat to attack until he realizes he’s not in his suit or on the street. He blinks dazedly, rising on his elbow as he reaches for his cellphone with clumsy fingers. He doesn’t think to look at the caller ID when he answers the phone, and immediately regrets that decision when the familiar baritone of Jason Todd’s husky laugh greets his ear.

“Dickie, baby, you answered. That’s good,” Jason murmurs. He sounds distracted and there’s subtle sound of music picking up in his receiver, but predictably, that’s not what Dick focuses on.

Jason called him baby. The word spoken like a lazy caress along Dick’s spine, making his entire body erupt in tingles and shivers.

He instinctively pulls the blanket a little bit tighter around his body, shifting his eyes to the side as he checks the time.

“Jason? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Dick asks, perking with dreadful anticipation. He’s already rising from the warm spot he made in his bed, searching for his suit wherever he dumped it on the floor. He expects the worst—it’s the only reason Jason would call him so late.

Or so he thinks.

“Hang up the cape, batboy, there’s no one who needs you tonight,” Jason husks. “But then again…that’s not entirely true.”

There’s something wistful in his tone that makes Dick pause as his brow rises in question. Jason’s words are mildly slurred, and Dick can hear the heavy clunk of a glass hitting a hard surface, the sharp click of a swallow…

“Still there, Dickie?” Jason chuckles, teasing. “You’re so quiet…I can hear you breathing.”

Dick gulps down the sudden lump that forms inside his throat, suddenly feeling off kilter and exposed despite the dark that shrouds him. He rakes a hand slowly through his hair and exhales heavily.

Dick sounds apprehensive and anxious when he says, “You’re drunk.”

Jason hums, sounding faintly amused. “Mm, getting there.”

As if to demonstrate, Dick can hear Jason knock back another glass of whatever he’s been drowning his troubles in; hears him swallow heavily and the burning hiss that follows afterwards.

Dick slowly walks back to his bed and collapses down onto the edge of it. There’s a relief in not carrying all the weight of his body, of letting something else do it for him.

He feels…oddly shaken. Abrupt late-night calls are not something he and Jason do often. It feels too telling—too needy—and if they’ve ever communicated anything strongly about what lies between them, it’s that they’ll never need each other.

The long bouts of silence in between stilted conversation seem to say far more than they ever could, and the dark of Dick’s apartment just makes it even more mystical, like a dream.

Dick gathers the courage to say, “Why are you calling me?”

Jason huffs like the question offends him

“Wouldn’t you like to know, golden boy?” Jason taunts. “It’s definitely not because I like the sound of your dumb voice and it’s been weeks since I last heard it. It’s not the fear that I’ll somehow forget what you sound like…I’d never be so lucky.”

Dick’s throat constricts and the inside of his esophagus burns like a son of a bitch. He has to clear it lest the burn work its way to his eyes.

“Jason,” Dick breathes.

Jason sighs softly, like that’s all he wanted—for Dick to just say his name.

“It’s not because I’m at this fucking dive bar in the middle of goddamn nowhere—lonely as hell—thinking about the last time I fucked you and how you’re able to make me feel things other than bitterness and rage. And sometimes, I can’t stand myself because I’m always managing to fuck shit up whether I mean to or not. And I’m starting to realize that I don’t know how to be happy—I never did—and you might be the closest I’ve ever gotten to it, and that scares the hell out of me, Dickie. You terrify me.”

Dick mouth parts for words he can’t seem to find as he leans forward on the edge of his bed, like somehow that’ll bring him closer to Jason, wherever he is.

He’s overwhelmed and flustered, feeling heat bleed into his cheeks, down his neck, and pool at the tops of his shoulders. Dick’s yearning for Jason is almost unbearable then, but what he can voice seems inadequate for what Jason deserves.

Dick has never been good at communicating his feelings. The words always manage to fall from his tongue in ways he doesn’t mean, twisting his intentions or under valuing them. Dick has always expressed his feelings with his body, and it pains him that he can’t just reach out and touch Jason, show him how much of it is the same—that he’s not alone in this.

“Fuck,” Jason curses, and he sounds absolutely miserable. “This is so fucking pathetic.”

Before Dick can even utter a word, the line clicks dead.

His entire body goes cold with the sound.

Dick immediately checks his phone’s log, hoping to call Jason right back, but his heart plummets when there’s no number to call back.

***

Dick finds out from gossip on the streets when the Red Hood is back in town.

It’s been two weeks since Jason’s drunken phone call, and there’s been nothing but radio silence on his end ever since. It’s not surprising, but it still manages to hurt nonetheless.

Sometimes, Dick wonders if he simply didn’t just dream the whole thing. That maybe it was his subconscious creating such elaborate concepts because of his growing need to hear from Jason, but the call data on his phone keeps Dick straight. It doesn’t stop Dick from settling into one of his moods. He’s noticing they’re becoming more frequent the older he gets, and is rudely reminded of Bruce. Dick hates how he keeps finding more and more similarities between him and his mentor.

The mood shift is subtle, but everyone takes notices and actively avoids pushing that invisible button that might set him off.

The past two weeks has had Dick making rookie mistakes that Batman would’ve benched him for years ago as Robin. He was almost stabbed—twice. He almost missed his landing point when chasing two of Penguin’s cronies. It’s an understatement to say Dick has had a few off days.

Jason’s words infest his thinking and thought process, and it frustrates Dick more than anything else that Jason’s good enough at what he does not to be found unless he wants too, and obviously, he has no desire to see Dick.

Dick concentrates that irritation in finding Jason, managing to hunt him down onto a secluded roof in Gotham after a long chase.

The weather is almost pleasant as a breeze from the Gotham bay rolls in and ruffles Jason’s short hair. The hood rests under Jason’s arm, cigarette between his lips as he stands precariously near the edge, looking like he’s contemplating the advantages and disadvantages of jumping off rather than have this conversation.

Each step that brings Dick closer to Jason has his anger rising.

Two weeks. Two weeks and literally nothing from you, no way of contacting you, no way of getting in touch. What the hell, Jason?

When he finally reaches Jason, Dick snags a rough hand into the back of his leather jacket and spins him around with the power of his bruised fury. Jason doesn’t even resist; he goes easily, chuckling coldly under his breath. Seeing Jason’s face—the lack of warmth in his eyes, completely closed to him—and the cruel twist of his mouth as he grins at Dick feels like a punch in the gut.

In his mind, Jason has already decided how this night is going to end.

Dick almost panics with the terror of it.

No, no, no, please no—

“Well look who came running,” Jason taunts, biting edge to his words and it takes a special talent not to wince. “What is it Dickie, that keeps you coming back? I know the sex is good, but that’s all it is.” Jason emphasizes, eyes glinting cruelly like the sharp edge of a knife aiming for the ribs. “Is my cock just that fucking good or is it just you wanting to keep the relations within the family? Does fucking your little brother make you hot, Dickie? Want me to start calling you ‘big brother’ when your pounding my ass into the mattress?” Jason asks crudely callous, taking his cigarette from between his lips and blowing a hot billow of smoke onto Dick’s face.

Dick stiffens, but doesn’t give Jason the reaction that he wants. He expected this; Jason has a knack for pushing people away after getting particularly close, but damn if it still doesn’t sting. He makes sure his voice is strong and sturdy before he even thinks of saying his next words.

“Stop it,” Dick demands, shaking Jason once as if that might dislodge whatever has Jason in self-destruct mode. “Jason Todd, you’re an idiot if you honestly think that this thing between us is just sex—and I happen to think you’re smart as hell, so just…stop, please.”

Dick is not above begging. Not for Jason.

Jason seems to realize this too as his eyes flash with a mix of conflicting emotions. He sighs like the jig is up and something unseen but felt deflates within him. Jason’s mouth pinches in displeasure before his eyes shift to the side, and it’s only then that Dick notices how utterly tired Jason looks. There are bags under his eyes and his face looks ashen, like he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in god knows how long.

Dick just wants to take care of him. He aches for the chance—for the closeness.

“Come back to the ‘haven with me,” Dick blurts, pleading, before he knows what he’s doing. “Just—let me take care of you, Jason.” Dick bites his lip in indecision before he throws caution to the wind and steps forward to cradle Jason’s face in both his hands, making the younger man look at him as his thumbs brush his cheekbones affectionately.

“What you said to me that night…it wasn’t fucking pathetic, Jason” Dick begins, swallowing nervously. “You know I—you know it’s the same, right? I’m not good at this shit either, Jason—honestly, you’re probably better at it than me.” Dick laughs shakily. He can’t help but smile when one of the corners of Jason’s mouth quirks, and he finds there’s nothing cruel in the easy fondness of it. “I know what I want too, and I want this—I want you.”

Jason’s lips part on sharp inhale, eyes widening in disbelief before he moves them to the side. His cheeks are hot where Dick hands hold them.

Jason makes a faint noise, scrubbing a hand through his hair.

“I’m going to fuck this up, Dick. I just know it,” Jason murmurs wretchedly, like he actually believes he doesn’t deserve love—like he can have something that makes him happy for himself. Jason gingerly removes Dick’s hands from his face and kisses his knuckles adoringly in return. He steps closer and fits his muscular body up against Dick’s, nuzzling into his hair and kissing at his temple.

Dick can’t help but frown at Jason’s previous statement, but and allows him this indulgence before he rears back and rises on his toes to kiss at Jason’s forehead tenderly.

“Then we’ll work it out,” Dick whispers, softly kissing Jason’s eye lids, then the bridge of his nose, the arch, and the soft pointed button, before finally reaching his lips. “We’ll make this work.”

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