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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Not How His Monday Was Supposed to Go

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

The new Wayne Enterprises board member has had enough of Bruce’s shit.

Warnings: Bruce is a bit of an asshole and a pig, mention of a family member needing surgery, swearing, reader is a girlboss, Bruce is low-key a sub, implied smut

WC: 1.1k

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When you agreed to act as your father’s representative for Wayne Enterprises as he recovered from surgery, you certainly weren’t expecting the CEO of the company to stroll in three hours late, dark purple bruises littering his muscular neck, dark shades perched on the end of his nose, suit and hair ruffled.

You huffed as he crumpled into the stupidly expensive chair at the head of the table, only four seats down from you. You had to admit he was a very handsome man, with broad shoulders and dark hair that seemed to curl perfectly around his sculpted face. He gave an air of intimidation but his bright blue eyes made him seem approachable. “So what’d I miss?”

And suddenly your attraction to the man was gone.

Every meeting that followed, Bruce would strut into the room several hours late, one time he was already there when everyone arrived but he was asleep and still wearing the same clothes as the day before. Most times, he wouldn’t even show up, but when he did, he wouldn’t contribute anything meaningful to the conversation, simply giving generic anecdotes that related to the women he had seduced.

The most aggravating thing was, you knew how intelligent he could be. Sometimes it would just slip out. He would say something profound and incredibly smart but he would quickly catch himself and wave it off with some half-hearted comment like “or whatever the senator told me last night. Though I could have heard her wrong, her mouth was quite full”. It irked you to no end, especially being the only woman serving on the board.

As the weeks dragged on and your father’s health was improving, your own mental health was going completely downhill and by the time your last day arrived, you were done with this alpha male bullshit that Bruce loved to instigate. So, as your final meeting ended, which Bruce conveniently didn’t attend, you stormed off, ready to give the man a piece of your mind.

Your heels clacked on the polished floor leading to the massive corner office he had claimed for himself. As you neared the huge dark gray doors, you paused for a moment, pulling down your pencil skinny so it sat lower down your plump thighs instead of bunching up, and making sure you didn’t have any of those dreaded button gaps around your considerable bust.

Taking in one last deep breath, trying to will yourself not to straggle the man right as you saw him, you gave a firm knock to the door and walked in.

Your boss was hunched over his desk, intently staring at what appeared to be blueprints. His dark Armani suit jacket was off and hanging over the back of his chair, leaving him in only a white button-up that stretched across the bulk of his muscles.

“Mr Wayne.” He glanced up from his work and a brief look of shock flashed across his face before he steeled his expression once more.

He muttered your name as he pushed his work to the side. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” The words were polite but his tone was anything but. He sounded like a typical frat boy who felt entitled to your attentions and affections. Your face fell into a scowl.

The door shut behind you with a slam, but you did not flinch. “Mr Wayne, this visit will be anything except a pleasure.” You strode forward with all the confidence in the world, anger swirling around you. “I have sat in that boardroom for weeks watching as you indulged men far below your moral and social standing. You have let them run wild, making a fool out of not only themselves but of you and your business.”

Bruce sat back in his chair, eyes wide as he watched you get closer and closer. “And I have had enough. I can see right through you Mr Wayne. You’re a smart man, you’re compassionate and generous, and yet you still act like these worms, pretend to be like them for some dumbass reason.”

You planted your hands onto his desk and loomed over the CEO. “So no matter what you do outside of this office that might redeem your flimsy character, you still let shit like this happen here and that makes you just as bad as those little boys. Fuck you Mr Wayne. Next time I see you, I will kick you in the nuts so hard your kids will feel it.”

And with that you turned and strode out like a conquering hero before realising you forgot something. You stuck your head back into his office. “Oh and go to all your meetings like a goddamn adult.” The door slammed shut on a bewildered looking Bruce who’s pants suddenly seemed a couple sizes too small.

“Wait wait wait. So the first time mom talked to you she cussed you out and threatened to assault you!” Tim exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. Dick and Jason seemed both amused and disgusted while Damian just looked at his father with immeasurable disappointment. Bruce smirked as he watched his boys have a simultaneous meltdown. The question had been a simple one, how did their parents meet, but it seems like they weren’t ready for the answer

“Yep.” He said proudly. “And let me tell you, it was the sexiest thing she’s ever done.”

“Ugh!”

“Gross!”

“Y’all are nasty!”

“Don’t talk about our mother like that!” They all screamed at once and, like usual, came to protect your honour. But Bruce just chuckled.

“She was a powerful woman, what can I say?”

“Was?” You cooed suddenly over his shoulder. “Who’s the one running Wayne Enterprises now?” Your sharp nails dragged along the skin top of his chest where his tight shirt didn’t cover. He shivered under your touch, his entire body going to mush.

You looked up from your now boneless husband to your sons. “Your father was a real piece of work when I first met him but I fixed him up real good.” You purred and pressed the tips of your nails into his skin.

Jason was the first to break, surprisingly. “Jesus Christ!” He cried out, slapping his hands over his ears. Then, they toppled like dominos.

Dick was positively green, Tim had a vein in his neck that looked like it was about to burst and Damian was glaring at the floor. “Go on boys, get out of here before I teach your father another lesson.” In a collective pile, they tumbled from the room, scrambling to get as far away as possible.

Bruce turned swiftly as soon as the boys were out of earshot and grabbed your hips to tug you down onto the chair with him. “Come on, Mrs Wayne, tell me how bad I’ve been.”

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Bat-Boys in Bed

I couldn’t find a good gif, sue me

Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.

He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.

I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.

Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”

I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.

He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.

Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.

He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.

I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.

Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.

Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.

I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).

This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.

Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.

You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.

Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.

Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.

Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.

I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.

That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.

Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!

Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.

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plus-size-reader · 1 year

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Dating Bruce Wayne HC

~Bruce is an easy person to be with romantically

~So long as you’re a fan of awkward glances and late nights

~Bruce Wayne is a night owl and doesn’t actually make it to bed a lot of the time, so get used to cold sheets and early breakfasts

~A ton of really uncomfortable eye contact, because expressing his feelings is hard for Bruce and sometimes he just can’t express what he’s going through to you. It’s easier to just hope you get him well enough to work it out for yourself.

~Staunchly protective. Bruce has seen the underbelly of his fair city and as much as he adores it, he wouldn’t trust it with his most prized possession.

~Lots of little touches

~Bruce always has some kind of contact with you, whether it’s a hand on your lower back while you’re walking through a crowd or reassuring squeezes to your hands or shoulders as he passes.

~That being said, he isn’t “touchy” in any way. He doesn’t touch you just for the sake of it, every touch is deliberate and intentional.

~Bruce also isn’t particularly vocal if he can help it.

~After a while of being together, you just get to know all his little tells and actions that give away far more about how he’s feeling than he’d ever actually tell you.

~He’s careful, and guarded to a fault so don’t expect getting him to open up to you to be easy.

~Constantly getting dragged to galas and events, partially because it’s good for the heir to the Wayne empire to be seen out and about with you on his arm and partially because he simply can’t survive them on his own

~Bruce’s love language is absolutely gift giving, not because of the sheer amounts of money he has but because it was his fathers love language.

~He grew up watching Thomas shower Martha in just about everything she could have ever wanted, and that’s how he sees love. More than anything, he wants you to know that he loves you the same way his father loved his mother.

~Little black smudges all over your pillows and towels from all the eye makeup

~He’s a little (a lot) moody

~Bruce gets grumpy a lot and would probably get snippy sometimes if he’s too tired or hasn’t eaten in a while but eventually, you get good at not paying that too much mind.

~He’s covered in bruises, cuts and scars. Most of them you don’t take care of for him, but one occasion, he’s let you check them out just to make yourself feel better

~Having dinner together, at his favorite place, on the same night every single week…as long as he isn’t busy wearing his mask and saving the soul of Gotham city

~Constant check ins from Alfred, who grows just as protective over you as Bruce is.

~It’s important to remember that Bruce grew up richy rich and high society so sometimes he gets a little snobby. He likes expensive wine and the kind of classical music that blends into the background of a room.

~If you didn’t grow up like he did, he’s going to be a little out of touch.

~”You can’t just drop that much money out of nowhere”

~”I don’t know. Not everybody was a boy billionaire”

~Dating Bruce Wayne and dating Batman are two different things but somehow, you manage to juggle the two without issue.

~Absolutely loves to rest his head against your middle, especially if he’s getting overwhelmed. He loves to just pull you into him wherever he’s sitting and hide away in you for a while.

~Small surprises all the time. You haven’t actually woken up without a pastry from that little french bakery you love or a cup of hot coffee since you moved into Wayne Manor.

~Forehead kisses

~Bruce is sensitive to bright light, which you adjust too quickly, which means a lot of candle lit dinners and nights spend in front of the roaring fireplace in your pajamas

~This man is a fantastic boyfriend. He’s absolutely on top of everything. Sometimes, he forgets his own appointments and things like that but never yours.

~That’s the deal. Alfred takes care of Bruce, and in turn, Bruce takes care of you.

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a-fandom-reimagined · 9 months

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ALL OF YOU | BRUCE WAYNE X PLUS SIZE GN! READER (FT. ALFRED)

୨୧ type: fluff & angst | word count: 887 | tw: sfw, mentions of bullying but no actual descriptions of what was said or done. please enjoy

→ please note that I don't think I've ever written anything for a gn reader before so if I messed anything up (like how i couldn't figure out what the gn alternative for master/miss is) I apologize

requested: omg okay, idk if you would want to write this but; since i can't find ANY battinson x plus size reader stuff, could i request a battinson x gn plus size reader where bruce discovers his partner being insecure about themselves and tries to cheer them up? this would be angst mixed with fluff if that's okay with you :>

Everything is fine, you told yourself.

The limo pulled away from the curb merging into early morning rush hour. The annual Wayne Foundation Ball had ran hours longer than you'd intended. And as host, you couldn’t leave early. No matter how much you'd wanted to. You relaxed into your lover's embrace, drinking in his cologne. Basking in his warmth. It was the most relaxed you'd felt all evening.

You were almost asleep when Bruce's voice dragged you back to reality. "What's wrong?"

You opened your eyes. "Nothing." You couldn't even manage a smile to better sell the lie.

Tonight was supposed to be your night. And they took it from you…

Bruce frowned. "Don't lie to me. We're better than that."

You were better than that. And now you had shame to add to the long list of emotions weighing you down.

They were just words. Everything is fine.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't want to talk about it. Not with him. But you couldn't lie to him either.

Your fiancé kissed the top of your head, hugging you tighter. "Talk to me. Did someone hurt you? Did something happen?"

"It doesn't matter. It's not important."

"It's bothering you so it does matter and it is important. You've been talking non-stop about this Gala. You've been planning it for months. What happened?"

You pulled back to wet eyes and a broken smile. Bruce's jaw ticked, his expression chillingly blank. Bruce usually kept this side of himself hidden away from you. Was this the version of him that went out to hunt bad guys every night? Or was this just a small sliver of him?

"Sir, not to interrupt but would you like me to turn the car around?"

You'd forgotten the partition was down. Alfred's voice was low and clipped. Almost unrecognizable from the sassy, well-mannered man who'd been like a father to you over the past four years.

"I'll let you know." answered Bruce before returning his attention to you. "Please." he said softly.

You shook your head. "It's so silly. They were just words."

"What did they say? Who said it?"

You sighed heavily. He wasn't going to let this go. And it was stupid of you to try to hide it from him. The World's Greatest Detective… The World's Most Attentive Fiancé was more like it. "The…people at the gala were mean to me," you admitted in a small broken voice. You hated the way you sounded. You hated even more that you'd let it get to you. "There. I told you. They were mean to me tonight and they said awful things about my weight, how much I ate at dinner. One woman gave some diet pills she swears by in the bathroom. It shouldn't bother me. It's not like I haven't experienced this before. I am a plus-sized person, I know that but…I don't know. These people gather every year to give away exorbitant amounts of money to make Gotham a better, safer place to live. I don't know, I guess I just expected better. Dumb, I know."

"It's not dumb."

"But it is! Bruce, you put on a mask every night and go face down real villains. Real villains that cause real pain with real weapons."

Bruce's jaw dropped. It took a lot to shock him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything because they're just words, Bruce, not bullets! And I let them get to me. I've been miserable all night. That's why you caught me in the hallway tonight. I didn't get lost, I just got down crying in a broom closet and I was walking around and waiting for my eyedrops to kick in and hide the redness! Now, can we please just drop it and forget that this ever happened?"

"No we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you feel like you can't confide in me just because of who I am and what I do at night. They're not just words, Y/N these people bullied you. You worked your ass off to make this Gala the success it was. We've never raised this much money in a single night before and it was because of you. Y/N I don't care how minor or unimportant you think it is. You don't have to get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster for your feelings to be valid."

You swallowed a laugh. "When in the world did you get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster?"

Bruce smiles. "That's the point. The point is your feelings are valid. And you can come to me with any of them."

"And I as well, *[Master/Miss] Y/N."

You breathed easy for the first time that night, And smiled for the first time that night. "Thank you. Both of you."

Bruce smiled back, pressing his forehead to yours. "Feel better?"

You nodded.

"Good. Because you're going to tell me the name of everyone who bothered you tonight. And then Batman is going to toilet paper their house and slash their fucking tires."

You barked out a laugh.

Bruce pulled you even closer leaving a trail of kisses from your temple to your collarbone. "You're perfect just the way you are, my heart. All of you."

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shivroysslut · 10 months

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thinking about my fictional men x plus size reader

#joel miller x plus size reader #miguel o'hara x plus size reader #tommy miller x plus size reader #jason todd x plus size reader #matt murdock x plus size reader #dick grayson x plus size reader #bruce wayne x plus size reader #Jonathan Levy x reader

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darlingdreamersworld · 1 year

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Idc what you say, Tim Drake banks at TD for the single possible scenario that someone asks if he owns it and he just pretends he does until everyone thinks that Tim Drake owns TD.

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ms-nesbit · 9 months

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Good jay hunting (chapter three of empire records)

Chapter one and two found here (x) (x)

Rating: 18+ (say it with me: minors, fuck off!)

Summary: y/n and jason go on a date at the gotham cemetery, where jason tells y/n about his tenure as robin. Her feelings for him deepens, so much that he receives a surprise when the date is over.

Trigger warning! This chapter dives into Jason Todd’s history, which includes: d0mestic vi0lence, r@pe, pr0stitution, substance @buse, child @abuse, and neglect. PLEASE be advised.

ao3

Note: I fucking loved writing this chapter. I will take a break though because it hit a little too close to home for me. I hope you all enjoy and, as always, reblog and refrain from being a dickhead and reposting my work elsewhere. Thank you!

A cold front ushered into Gotham quicker than the summer heat could pay its sorrowful respects, Gothamites struggling to acclimate to the drastic change in temperature. On the Gotham News Network, gas leaks and lawsuits were reported, detailing the inhumane treatment landlords provide for the elderly; it was nothing new to the godless city, each sin managing to top another.

Jason was desensitized to it, too. He recalled his time in an apartment on the upper East side of Gotham, near Murphy Ave. - his biological father stumbled through the door, fury steaming from his lips in the scent of bourbon, as he picked which target to his unfathomable wrath; Jason’s mother sacrificed herself when Jason’s motor skills were still developing, and skull fusing together from his ripe birth; yet, when Jason began reading, gaining ideas that inspired him to do good, he stood before his mother, fists balled and chest puffed, a zeal of a thirty year-old in a nine year-old’s body.

His father was why Jason’s mother dipped her toes into medication - he injured her so severely, she visited the doctor, who abruptly prescribed her narcotics without questioning the source of her injuries, and sent her on her way. Each tablet was a sense of bliss to her, something she missed so dearly, it enveloped her in endless bliss when she re-experienced it, so she became erratic for more, bargaining with the local shadows to entice her, indulge her, give her what she needed.

And Jason was learning from this. He blinked his deer eyes as he saw his mother dive into the pill bottle face first, and how his father’s silhouette looked carved in chalk. I’m okay, he told his teachers when they noticed his missing assignments, or unexcused absences from school. I was just sick. I forgot.

Never could he step down from his position as son, mother, and father - he was all a nuclear family to himself, and couldn’t afford to jeopardize his position. With his father dead, he was man of the house at ten, and grew three sizes to accommodate; with his mother paralyzed by chemically-induced numbness and familiarity in the shape of ovular bliss, Jason adapted rapidly, cooking meals for himself and his mother. And without the income, he stole what he could; after being arrested a few times, he feared not his own record becoming tarnished with demerits, but the judicial attention being shifted to his mother, whom he dearly loved and missed, and instead sold his soul to the streets, begging to give whatever he could so he could feed his mother, care for his mother, rear his mother as she needed.

After that dreadful night, though, when he visited his friends after school instead of checking on his mother, he re-entered the apartment, dirtied and covered in neglect. The air was thick with news he believed he had the power to prevent, the poor boy, his last light of innocence taken from him with her final breath before she lay lifeless on the bathroom tile floor, becoming one with the grime and mildew that accumulated.

He shed no tears that night. He cradled her, listened to her in lament, but remained a soldier for the mother he wished he knew. Jason held her as he rocked her to sleep, hoping the embrace could restore her soul to eternal happiness in the afterlife. With her, a piece of his soul died, too, and his smiles were in vain, voice seeming a bit tainted with a poison others in his life couldn’t quite identify.

It was quite ironic that he loved the theatre tenderly, as he became an actor at a young age, playing the role of a century. He performed at Apollo Theater as Lady McBeth, his mourning in tow each day he spoke of his mother and her life, as if she wasn’t a ghost haunting his mind post-sunset. His tongue was burning and heart lonesome as he performed exquisitely, so well that even he was convinced that his mother would be at home, waiting upon his arrival.

One night, after escaping from the hands of his disparaging foster parents, Jason picked up his equipment used to steal - or boost, if you will - automotive parts for cash. He used the pieces as relics to restore value to himself, whether it be in form of wrinkled, used money, or bartering for shelter, transportation, or a favor; that night, however, proved to be different in many ways: the moon entered its final phase, the quarter presenting itself behind passing clouds, Jason’s best friend had been missing for days, only to have his body recovered from the lake that day (another day of grief for Jason, no doubt, although he was anesthetized to death).

Jason found an abnormally shaped vehicle in Crime Alley, and he snickered to himself when he approached the profile, it was…the Batmobile. He kneeled and began his workmanship, spinning the car jack to loosen the lug nuts. Before he could finish, though, a presence bestowed itself behind him, the Fool, and it was the caped crusader himself.

The following months were a quick haze for the pre-teen - the vigilante revealed his identity as Bruce Wayne, and Jason, although ecstatic to belong in a home once again, didn’t shake his misfortune, the baggage worn around his neck like a lagahoo. If it wasn’t in his days as anxiety attacks and hoarding, anticipating the next loss, then it was carried through in his subconscious, the most unsuspecting of all in forms of nightmares and shapeshifting creatures lurking with a liquor bottle and belt.

Screams and pleas entered the halls of Wayne Manor, carrying all the way to Bruce’s chambers, and sometimes, on the most unforgiving nights, into the Batcave. It brought heartbreak to the home, especially to Bruce’s butler, Alfred, who served Jason much closer than Bruce could. Although Jason’s older adoptive brother, Dick, was polite and respectful of Alfred, Jason saw Pennyworth eye-to-eye, restoring some youth into the mature man when Jason assisted him in the kitchen, or with chores, with such glee (and it was a delightful task for Jason to partake in! He longed for mundane tasks that other children took for granted, gruelled about, resented their parents for, and Jason smiled with each load of laundry completed, or dinner prepped with Alfred.).

“We must do something, Bruce.” Alfred begged Bruce with broken eyes. “Not that cloak.” he spoke vehemently, with such disgust that the man could ever dare coerce Jason back into danger, this time with less protection and a daring purpose.

Yet his concerns were dismissed by Bruce’s concoction of arrogance and stubbornness, a deadly duo that ultimately led Jason to his demise by the clown prince of crime. His lifeless body lay on the concrete, and Bruce was taken aback by the woeful fate of the boy, despite the stern admonishments made by his aid at home. He vowed never to risk another boy’s life after this, to allow Jason to rest after sixteen years of distress.

The truth unfolded after the detective unmasked details of his son’s death: the clown had tempted him with the unveiling of his mother’s existence, his true mother. The pictures the clown’s unhinged partner took, which were messily glued to Todd’s tombstone, left little to Bruce’s imagination: the torture his son endured at the hands of a criminal, the look of terror in the boy’s eyes in one photo, with a shadow of a man’s arm in the air, crowbar in hand…

It was the first time since Martha and Thomas’s deaths that Bruce wept, shoulders slumped as he hiccuped. The boy died in vain. For nothing. There was no rest for his tortured soul, no restitution, requisition for the last breaths laborly drawn.

And when Jason arose from the dead, vindication sharp on his tongue, and life stolen from his green eyes, it only instigated heavier burden on Bruce’s aching bones, remorse deep in his voice when he faced the revived Jason returning back to Wayne Manor, distraught from uncovering that shortly after his death, Bruce replaced him.

—

“So…you were Robin?” y/n asked.

Jason nodded sadly, face pointed at the starry sky. “Yeah.”

Silence cursed them again, the night drawn out from Jason’s confession. Y/n didn’t expect it to be this tragic, although she appreciated it quietly. “Do you miss her?”

The words caught Jason off guard. He was used to y/n’s surprising angle on conversations, scoping out a person differently than the status quo. No small talk, no pleasantries, just rawness. “I talked with Bruce’s shrink about it - he said she could help or some shit,” his face warped in disapproval. “But I don’t. I romanticized the idea of her, but to be honest, she chose drugs over me. It hurts sometimes to think about, but that’s that. It was easier for me to think of my dad as a piece of shit, because he basically hit me more than he talked to me.”

“Makes sense. Guys are often stupid pieces of shit. No offense.” y/n raised a hand.

Jason shrugged. “None taken, we’re sacks of fucks.” he scoffed at his own comment. “I still kinda resent Bruce for wanting me to be Robin, I mean…why did he think that was any bit okay to do?”

“Maybe because that was the only way he could handle grief?” y/n offered.

Propping himself on his arms, palms flat behind him, he breathed deeply. Y/n had a point, though: when Bruce introduced the idea to Dick, Dick felt the same type of grief Bruce had; however, when the mantle was passed to Jason, the mourning was different, if at all: both Bruce and Dick had someone to lose, whereas Jason hadn’t.

And it showed when Jason worked the role. He showed sympathy to petty criminals, sometimes aiding and abiding them, to Bruce’s disapprobation; his demeanor soured as intel regarding trafficking rings and abusers surfaced, knuckles bruised and teeth clenched as perpetrators’ blood spurted onto the Robin costume, tainting its bright colors into a deeper, richer tone.

It was worse when Bruce pushed Jason to attend the Wayne galas. The upper class flocked their wealth and acquitted crimes, which burned Jason’s ears as he heard someone’s misfortune reduced into a witty anecdote paired with hor d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne.

Jason knew of the children who were taken by the boogeymen and women in the dark. He knew of their lives and tales that were once short, stout, and sweet. The attendees spoke of their deaths apathetically, muttering insults under their breath as they attempted to justify their ill motives. Almost as if these were the boogeymen and women, simply dressed up in thousand-dollar gowns and heirlooms that cleverly disguised their sharp talons and venomous taste for the vulnerable, their souls containing all moral onus were snatched from their now-empty vessels. He argued with them at the galas about the children, urging them ferociously about their contributions, as if nobody dare exist outside of them.

How could they? A life so lavish, how could they know of any decision made out of self-preservation and greed rather than sympathy and the greater good? They were the one-percent, top of the socioeconomic chain, the bourgeoisie glaring down from their terrace views at the filthy proletariats below them - and while one could argue that the view from up high could be so grand that even the diamonds in the filth could be mistaken for fool’s gold, the wounded mistaken for the parasite that would consume the rich had they attempted to so much as inspect the streets, why would they then take measures to ensure their own safety, stuff more money into their pockets, knowing what they’ve seen?

The pasta salad Jason was poking at lost its flavor. A shame. “I know that Bruce couldn’t understand, but…Dick? I mean, you said he was Robin, too, right? And it wasn’t like he came from a wealthy background.” Y/n spoke between munches of lettuce that hung out of her mouth.

“Dick traveled a lot, and his family didn’t have a ton, but they were…a family.” Jason’s words were a sad string playing into the cemetery.

It was the truth. Jason was a true reflection of the city in which he was raised: impoverished and tattered, the result of a godless, greedy, unfiltered city full of beasts whose sins remained unpunished, unanswered for. His heart pumped true - as that of Dick and Bruce - but in deep red, different than the blue blood that his adoptive elder brother and father carried in themselves; they could never understand him, really, their path vastly disparate than Jason’s living tragedy.

All y/n could think to do was kiss the man beside him, spilling his life before her atop the delectable array of desserts he prepared for her. She cupped his cheek with her hand and pulled him toward her, their lips clashing into a deep but slow kiss. As y/n’s lips moved to hold Jason’s, she felt a tear on her thumb, the one on Jason’s cheek, and she inched her body closer to his, to ensure that she wasn’t another chapter in his story, either.

She hadn’t disclosed her sobstory - the one filled with angst, betrayal, and the anguish of abuse and torment year after year from those closest to her; she was just as tired as he, and finally felt a bond, vulnerable with someone besides the weeping albums she listened to when her nightmares resurfaced.

When they broke their kiss, only the faintness of the ghosts from their graves divided Jason and y/n. They held their hands, fingers interlocked, as they stayed close. Y/n hummed when Jason wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and Jason smiled (for the first time in hours) when y/n reached up to kiss the white patch of his hair, now knowing its origin.

Instead of parting ways after their food finished, they laid down, hip to hip, and counted the stars as they relished in the caress of each other’s skin. It was the first time Jason saw y/n so disarmed, which was jarring compared to her all-plaid, studded outfit. He liked her anyway, a bit too much for his liking, afraid that he was diving too deep.

And before y/n drifted to sleep in Jason’s arms, she felt the same fear subside, until it quieted to nothing but a puny whisper.

—-

Jason’s administrative account was open on his laptop when he arrived back at his home, securing each lock before he removed his leather jacket and set down his biking helmet.

He glanced at a notification on his phone, which was from y/n. He was glad she wasn’t insecure and reached out to him first. The innocent grin on his face quickly turned amorous as he opened the notification, which brought him to a video y/n sent of herself.

Naked.

Masturbating.

Determined, Jason shuffled to his armchair, unbuckling his jeans and wriggling his cock free from them as he sat and watched the video. Y/n ran a hand up and down her body suggestively, showing Jason what he was missing; then, after brief teasing, she opened her legs, sitting up as she revealed her wet cunt on full display for the camera. Jason’s cock twitched when he saw her swollen clit aching to be touched, and the thought of his head between her legs, thigh on either side of his shoulders, almost made Jason explode there.

Instead, he took the fuel and set up his webcam and account, enabling bluetooth on his phone and connecting his wireless headphones to privately hear y/n’s noises. He pressed a key on his laptop, beginning the livestream.

On one hand, he held the phone, the content away from the webcam’s view; his other hand stroked his cock, quickly, as he followed y/n’s every word.

“Put your cock in me, Jay.”

“Fuck! Yes, eat me out just like that.”

The phrases were too much for Jason to handle, who was moaning incoherently, fitting in garbled, “So hot” and “Gonna make you come.” His hand moved rapidly on his cock, and he was getting close, noises crescendoing. “Y/n, y/n, so good.”

It wasn’t until y/n exploded, dildo inside of her and fingers circling her clit, that Jason’s orgasm was ripped from him, his body tensing as he nearly screamed, eyes squeezing shut as he rocked his hips into his hand. “God, fuck.” he yelped, sucking a breath in as he felt his body tense up again after he thought his climax was over.

He had forgotten he was live. He didn’t know he said her name aloud in the dazed state. Nor did he know that he continued to say her name, over and over, as cum shot from his cock.

“I’ve been seeing someone. Hope none of you are jealous.” he admitted, blushing. “I’ll see you all later. Till then, take care.” he ended the livestream abruptly, finally taking a breath after logging out of his administrative account.

He closed his laptop and set it on the end table beside the wingchair, heading to the bathroom to shower and masturbate again to y/n.

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7k words. Bear with me. By far the most enjoyable chapter for me that I wrote, second is chapter ten. I hope it is to you guys as well, if not tell me what's your favorite among them!! ^^

Chapter Fourteen

Again and again and again, they tried to not repeat what was.

In Their Rest

Being met with your child on the verge of death shouldn't be not surprising but it is to Bruce. It is when everytime a threatening risks comes at their door, vision always clear in his head.

And it is, as his eyes saw Jason being shot that it made him fall, his own blood surrounding him.

Bruce was not gonna lose him again, not even soon.

He broke his promise and he intends to see it through.

Maniacal laughter echoes, shades of green surrounds as thick and hot red spilled. Clanging of metal played over and over again.

Not again. No. No. No. This ain't real. This ain't real. Fucking wake up.

It couldn't be. He couldn't be clawing out his way on a coffin, not again. No, if only he was stronger enough to break it already then he wouldn't have struggled to breathe and he would see daylight. And then he does.

Jason blinks rapidly and too many times. It was the ceiling of his room, he was in his room. But it couldn't be.....how could it be? The yellow light shining on him and the littlest dusts it shows must have only been in his mind. Yes, it might have only been as flashes of everything dark keeps coming. And he remembers the new one. Almost dying. Again.

Heavy, he couldn't move but stared at the ceiling, even opening his mouth was difficult, though he managed. Finally, he could breathe again, despite how heavy he was breathing, his chest, his whole body didn't feel like it was moving at all.

But as he began to feel beside heaviness, there was something on his hand....touch. There was touch, a hand was holding his and there was tracing. It was familiar and he wanted more. It took all of him to hold that touch tighter and he heard a gasp. He heard it before, he knew that voice, he would recognize it anywhere-

"Jason." It was her. Y/N.

A prayer, it chanted in his mind.

Y/N.

Whether it was only on his mind, he didn't care. All that he know is that he can feel her again and she was there. Holding him. Safe against each other. Memories came flooding in and he had never felt so light while he was drowning from all of it.

Y/N.

But it was nothing compared to him realizing that the sun shining on him was real afterall as his eyes met hers. He'd bathe in its light, in her light for longer than he can and he won't ever burn.

She's real.

Oh my God.

She's here.

Y/N sat beside his lying body. "Jason," breathlessly, she called again as he looked at her with gaze that was uneasy and far off ahead. "I'm here." He's here. With her free hand, she cradled the side of his face so gently, unable to believe she was looking at his blue eyes again. "I'm here." Said her but almost to herself to make sure that it really was real.

He's here.

"You're safe. You're okay." From her words, he trusted it. With her hold, he regained a little of his strength, he fought what kept him still and with closed eyes, he leans onto her touch. The warmth of her palm grounds him, he settled to it. She really was real. Who could have thought that resting one's cheek on a hand would feel like coming home, finding shelter from the cold by being near to a fireplace.

Her mouth parting a little as she sees him eases more onto her hand, it was a sight....an unbelievable one. How delicate he became in her hold, her thumb ghosting his marked skin. "Jason." Hearing his name by how soft her voice was....only then he remembers that how often she said his name...how it could make a man be greedy. He opened his eyes to look at her and how he wants to see her smile. She catches her breath, bearing his gaze that was gentle and yet fierce. His one hand held hers that was on his face and nuzzled to her touch more, enough and wanting more at the same time. Indeed he was greedy.

Jason began to move, wanting to sit up but he could only do too little, so naturally, Y/N was already there to help him do it. Their hands still together as he leaned back on the headboard, his eyes on their hands. Afraid that if he let go, he'll be gone again. He held her firmer.

She sees it. She sighed a smile in awe. "Jay," that almost took the breath he still struggled to have from him, intrigued eyes came back to her calling ones. There he saw her smile. His heart was still there, he realized—if he wasn't feeling that it was alive earlier, he was well aware now, and did it beat too fast.

At lost for words and unsure if he still had his voice, he just stared at her for a while that he sees what she was wanting to hear. He swallowed thickly, his throat was burning before he even spoke but he wanted to finally, at least give something back to her. "....I'm here." Strained voice came out.

He finally was.

Jason saw how it hit her when her face fell suddenly and nodded, looking down. He slids his free hand to hers and she held it tightly, then she held their hands together before pressing them to her forehead. Shaking breath from her mouth with eyes closed, tears were now falling freely. She bit her tongue to prevent a sob but it just made her breathing more difficult, chest starting to heave as it felt too heavy. He was awake and he was okay. In her arms.

He feels her tears sliding down on his skin while she was breaking, it shudders him. Slowly, he pulled away his hands to hold her face, arms trembling as he gathered the strength to lift them. Curious but shy gaze that was full of tears stared at his, one that he find himself adoring before and now again. He wipes them carefully but they didn't stop flowing anyway, he almost smiled.

Y/N did, a broken one with a laugh as she sobbed. "I've missed you." She cried, hugging him, gently still and he caught her. She hates how careless she was being, knowing how he must be still numb and in pain at the same time but that was in the back of her mind for now that he was finally back.

Jason wanted to speak, tell her how he missed her, how he was sorry. How he changed his mind. But he said nothing, instead he swallowed down the lump on his throat, bearing the hurting of his jaw for he stopped himself from tearing up. The aching of his whole body could damn itself for all he cared as he tightened his hold on her waist and her back. Pulling her even closer to bury his face on her shoulder. Fingers gripping on her body for dear life.

Flowers. It reeks on his nose and the scent takes him back to everything good. If he continued to breathe too deeply, not only the scent will be gone but she'd melt as well from how he was being with her. But who could blame a man such as him who stood in the face of death, who had been in the casket of nothingness, for never wanting to let go. No one should dare deny one's need when they're met with life again; the sweetness and softness of it. He was nothing but a drop of water inside a flower. Basking in the feel of being against her, he now knows what it is to lay down on a petal.

They stayed as they were, her sobs turned into calm breathing, heaviness leaving her. One last exhale, she slowly pulled away and collected herself. Remembering his aid, she reached for the glass pitcher on the table, pouring water in the empty glass next to a half filled one.

You gotta be kidding me.

Jason stared at it and then back to her. Cogs turning themselves, his fingers that was now empty—unfortunately for him, gripped the sheets. That glass was hers, on the table as well was a teapot, an empty teacup beside another half filled one, then he sees the book from where she was sitting, her flowers from before that was in a vase, which were already dried, almost withering. And new ones besides it. He had a guess of how long he was out that made him questioned how long had she been staying, and that made it all clear to him; she stayed with him. Waiting again.

Two weeks or three weeks even.

Shit.

Jason closed his eyes, huffing out a deep breath....frustratingly. No matter how lifeless he can be, he'd always have the strength to be frustrated at himself.

Her sincerity could never be questioned, he saw a lot of moments to know of it, and each moment after then just seems to add more fuel to their fire. In awe of it, he always is. And now this; her beside him just after she left because of his decision.

He thinks of how long can a fire last, not his but of hers. He wasn't questioning her, no, but he wonders how long one's patience could run out—it was him after all, one that always wasn't easy to deal with, one that just pushed her away in the second of misfortune......he wonders how long, but even so, he can't bear to think of the day if it will come. That wound will be the one to be excruciating. Unbearable........it will be unbearable.

Goddamn just woke up to think this.

But he knew it was all true.

"Here," Y/N offers the glass and he took it but still she helped him as he drank it. He didn't want to deny her help, he couldn't turn away again, even with such little thing. He wants it to be a start.

She set down aside the glass on the table and went back to her chair to prepare the tea. If he had been faster to move as the same time he thought it, he would have tugged at her arm before she could get away from him—he just gripped the sheets more, nerves of his fingers crackling with ache by how tight his fists was.

Y/N began to pour out the tea on the empty teacup, steam coming out from it as leafy and bitter scent flew in the air. "Alfred made this just now, you should have some later." Jason only nods, then before she can so much lift her lips it fell as she remembered the another important thing when he wakes up, he needed to be checked in on. "What do you want? Do you want me to call them? I should-"

"Just want to stay like this for a while."

"Okay."

Y/N eased down immediately, complying to what he wants and she didn't need to be told twice. Jason didn't ask her to stay but she did and he was damn relieved that it went by unsaid. He wasn't sure if he could ask her to, so all he did was reach for her hand, it surprises her but she didn't show much of it and only held it back, then he spoke, "Could you read for me?"

She nodded, uttering a small "Of course," with a smile. With her voice that she tried to maintain its tone after her crying, she began to read, all the while she caressed his hand. Jason letting himself be lost, her touch and voice lulling him to rest.

Miracles. Jason never had the time to think if he believes in it, even when he had been through so much of situations that can count as one, he had never thought of it.....But sometimes, maybe he does, often times that he has been with her. So there he found out that he, indeed, thinks of miracles. Though now that his eyes were closed, he finds himself calm in the vast darkness of his mind, yet he was still afraid of it, afraid that any ghosts will haunt him. But now that she's with him again, him in her hold, it was easy to rest.

He doesn't think it's a miracle, it's only her.

The moment the family knew he woke up, helpless wouldn't even be the end of how Jason was, at least that's how he was thinking as they wouldn't even let him leave his room alone or even his bed, and he didn't even speak of wanting to. And he figured it will continue to happen until he fully healed. He just saw Y/N's smile when he was bombarded by them in his rest....it made him break a smile since he woke up. Though he was really glad that no one tried to have a talk with him, not even Bruce or Dick, especially the two of them. All aware that he rather not be reminded of anything. He figures it was in the air anyway.

Then night came, left alone in his room, rarely bearable but he chose to be anyway. After he and Alfred had a chance to talk just after the said old man and Leslie checked up on him. Words playing over and over again.

"How are you?" Alfred asks, sitting on the chair beside his bed, now alone and done with what needed to do.

So it starts, Jason thinks.

"Fine," Jason replied mindlessly, staring at the ceiling. Unsure of what to say but many things continue to run in his head. He stayed quiet, throat drying again.

Alfred sighed soundless as he looks at the child, a small smile on him. "Must you know...she almost never left your side, sometimes even slept in this chair in the afternoon or night.....holding your hand. She only did when they took each of their time to be with you...." Spoke Alfred.

Jason breathes loudly, putting an arm on his closed eyes, ignoring the pain on it and annoyed at the faltering of his nerves once she was mentioned. Guilt. Alfred rarely misses a beat, almost never. He continued, "Bruce was the one to called for her, he asked me to and I did. We were all glad that he did and she came back. We're all glad you're back." Alfred said, standing up from the chair and began to fix his things.

Jason sat up, raking his hand on his hair, not wanting to end their talk yet. "Alfred...." He sighed, clicking his tongue. "I pushed her away." He wants that dry taste to leave his mouth, it was sickening.

Alfred continued what he was doing, expecting what the boy was gonna say. "Nothing that has already been done by everyone in this family enough times."

Jason could almost hear tease in his voice, he doesn't deny it. They'd deserve it.

"You did it for good reason, did you not?" Jason stayed quiet.

Alfred sat on his bed to face the boy that won't meet his eyes, "She'd understand. She will. She does. She wouldn't have come back and stayed with you if she didn't." He assured, laying a hand on Jason's face.

Jason laid his face heavier on the hand of Alfred, his whole weight on it, body slumped down. He'll grow spoil of comfort if he continues to be in need for it. Somehow he can almost blame his people for it......her as well. Especially her.

He stayed quiet still.

"Just....let her....and yourself, too."

Easier said than done. If he had the guts to spoke earlier when he and her ate dinner in his room together, he wouldn't be alone right now and maybe he'd seen of what Alfred spoke and he wouldn't be left alone in his rest.

Maybe he would have hold her hand again but no, words were still kept in him. Maybe when morning comes again, it wouldn't be so.

---------------------

Morning came after a dark day but it would be more.

Left nothing was Y/N when she saw the missed calls and after she read Alfred's message to her. There she stood still, losing her ability to breathe and just stood there, before finding it once she came back to herself.

Even when it was assured that Jason was fine, she still felt her being was getting gnawed by fear and everything one can dread.

Even when she was met with Alfred's comforting gaze, it didn't stop and how it only became worse when she saw him. Just there, lying. An insufferable sight is what it was. Bruised and reddened skin. Bandaged limbs.

That is what she gotten herself into. In their life. In his life.

Even so, she walked to sit beside him and held his hand.

If this was the way for them to meet again, then so be it. She'd withstand it.

"I'll be here." She whispered.

And she waited.

Days passed by, Jason was moved back in the manor, still unconscious and showed no signs of anything. She never wanted to leave his side.

Being back in the manor meant she'd see what she left for him there and she did. Untouched they were, the flowers drying, the letter just how it was before. Y/N stared at him as she held the letter, mind already made up. She took it back to her room once the late of night arrived. Her words would have to wait just as she was doing.

And so morning came. It was a cloudy day, little light to the sky as the wind howl's against the leaves. There Y/N was alone in the garden, collecting flowers in her basket, finding some time to spend on her own as Cassandra was with Jason.

It was the second day of Jason being moved back in the manor, as much as he seemed to be fine, as he is fine, her worry never left. And she thought if she looked at his lying state further on, she'd lose her mind. Waiting seemed to be tiresome if you weren't being met halfway......she resents herself for thinking such a thing.

So there she was, trying to ease her mind from it all. A crunch of a leaf was heard and Y/N turned her head to see Dick walking to her. "Alfred said I'd find you here."

For the first time since she's stepped foot in their home, she didn't smile and she just hummed so quietly, emotionless as she went back to her work. She was doing a terrible job in trying, so it seems.

Dick could only utter a small, breathy chuckle as he noticed it. Gone was the one he'd always seen jolly and there he saw everything but it. He stood a little bit close to her and followed her movements. "I saw the flowers on his table....you kept it still?" Thinking of how it can possibly be a hurtful reminder of what shouldn't have been and could have been at the same time, but alas, he believed it that she had a reason.

Y/N stopped for a second, blinking slowly. "Yes, I suppose I just wanted to give it anyway....." she began. She thought nothing more of the gesture, well except for one simple reason, that is. "A statement, I suppose...that's what it became, at least....so I think."

Dick nodded, "I see...." They said nothing after, silence consuming them while they continued to fill the basket, her body going heavier each second that passes, Dick didn't miss it, gaze turning softer. Then he spoke again, "...How are you?"

Y/N sighs before she turned away from the bushes of flowers, putting down the basket on the ground and laid her hands on her eyes, tears starting to well, breathing out deeply again. "Tired...I'm just.....tired..."

She heard and felt him grow closer, tearing off her hands on her eyes, she sees him in front of her, offering his hands out to her. She didn't hesitate to step to him and there she cried.

Dick understood it well. To be.....just sad because you are and leave it be. So she did.

Left it be while she went on with her day, letting her tiredness stay in her as she helped Alfred take care of Jason, as she stared at him and as she held his hand. While that tiredness remains, the more she looked at him, something grew along with it; longing. It dragged her. She knows it wasn't supposed to be like that. She wanted clarity. Maybe to see his eyes would she have that, but that wasn't to happen yet.

"Hmm?" Y/N uttered, looking to where she was called. Damian and Stephanie at the door. Her book left unread again as she realizes she was just dozing off and how their voice calling out to her just earlier, sounded so faint in her ears.

"....Could you bake with me?" The child asked as they stepped in.

Y/N nodded and smiled a little, "Of course," putting her book on the table as she stood up, glancing at Jason before walking to them.

"I'll see you guys later." Stephanie said.

She and Damian walked out of the room. "Is it really okay to you?"

Y/N just nods, ruffling his hair lightly, mind still far ahead. Damian continues to have his saddened face as they arrived in the kitchen. "What do you have in mind?"

There the child's lips curved. "Scones and Alfred's cookies."

She stops, thinking of how she should have seen it coming. Scoffing, lips turning up as she let out a quiet laugh. But still she didn't say anything. Either way, Damian was glad to finally have heard a sound of joy from her.

They worked together in silence, instructions already known and learned before. Y/N couldn't be more thankful for it as she was finding it so difficult to even open her mouth to speak of anything. Damian finally broke their silence, "Have you said what you wanted to say when you saw him?" He was always straight to it.

She didn't falter. Countless words rang in her mind, ones that was repeated enough times. "It was the same.....that I'd wait for him."

"You're getting.....tired.....you have been."

Y/N hummed, "I am," she never thought she would be....well, not at least so early in their....she didn't even know what to call it. She shut her eyes tightly for a second. "It's normal, anyway."

Damian expected no less. "....It is. Especially for someone like us....especially him."

She could have smiled but she didn't. "I figured" Finding out that the family she had been staying with was a group of crime fighting, she also knew then to never expect less anymore. ".....I said to him as well....that I wasn't sorry that I called him even if it costs me my life....I truly wasn't." She revealed, not finding it so hard anymore to speak, not when some of her words wanted so badly to be out. "Such a selfish thing to say," she mutters, aware of how it must have hurt him. She shakes her head, "But that's what I truly felt--and me being tired doesn't change that either." She mumbled, almost in a whisper

"And what do you truly feel?"

She finally find herself still. Answer already known but yet to be said. "...That I want to love him..."

Damian smiled seeing her, it wasn't so often that he'd see the kind of moment. He thought of Jason, that he'd be stunned if he saw her the way she was......so gentle, almost devastated as she laid her hands on her face, in a voice so quiet that it sounded like she was talking to herself, confessing it, "I want to love him." Jason will break, the thought amuses him, but he doesn't deny that he feels so much gladness for his brother.

She had declare those words before she left, but speaking it out loud, even when so quietly, it left her breathless.....yet she could breathe easily again.

Continuing to go back to her work, at least slowly, she thinks of it, that there was her clarity. Already there in her.

With a child and by baking, she got a hold of herself. How ridiculous and lucky she felt.

Morning came and came again and it was the same. But today was new, rather her words are. Y/N placed his hand that she was holding onto her forehead, her eyes closed. ".....Come back to.....to me," she breathes, holding their hands firmer. "Be here and I'll love you." Heart on edge, the way it has been ever since she left, and it became more, now that she was speaking of her truth again. It didn't matter if he was hearing her or not. Then she kissed his hand, "I want to love you."

She laid her head down, eyes still on him, "Let me love you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, too. So, come back to me."

It was all or nothing.

And it was everything when she saw his eyes again. It was everything when they were in each other's arms, everything when she saw he didn't want to let go, it was everything.

Even when they didn't speak of anything as they had their dinner together, it was still everything. All that she was, was glad that he came back. Even when there was still something lingering in the air that makes to their puzzle a missing piece, she left it be. Letting it rest for now.

Walking to his room didn't feel heavy anymore and it didn't feel so as well anymore to see him sleep, the door always opened then. She strode to the windows and opened the curtains quietly, revealing the sun still yet to rise. Leaning the side of her body on the glass, she could finally look away from him without worry, to look at flowers and sky without nothing but rest in her heart.

His eyes closing to show nothing but the dark and left nothing to lean on was fucking terrible. But to open his eyes and was met by her being there? Oh, it was incomparable.

The pain on his body still there, he moved a little a few times before settling on the headboard, looking at her, the morning shine of the sun surrounding his room. He knew that she knew that he was awake, but neither of them spoke yet. He just stared at her, it had been a while since a view so peaceful came before him, he wanted to take it in.......he needed it.

"What a sight."

How long is he gonna stare at me?

Then she surprises him, "Darling, are you just gonna stare at me or you're going to greet me good morning?" How he fucking missed that tone. And he could see her damn smile from where he was, he laughs. The want to turn around just to see his face while he laughed, was so much bad.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jason challenged and she shakes her head while laughing quietly as well, still not facing him. Their laughter soon died down, he breaks the silence before it could be placed.

"How are you?" He asked. Even when the answer he could get was not good, he needed to know, he expected the worst anyway but what he got was so much better. One that he doubts he deserve.

Breathing out a smile as she continued to stare down from above, "Better," she mumbles. Turning to walk and sit beside him, "Better, now that you're here."

Now that he was here.....he didn't need to think of what that meant and he rather not think of it, too. "What'd you do while I was out?" That what's he rather think of, Alfred's words, he doesn't doubt it but he wants to hear it from her. The high of it.

Y/N scoffs, laughing, "I think you already know, Mr," she tips her head, leaning back on the chair. "But if you insist-" she said before he could speak again, she grinned. "I stayed with you, helped Al take care of you, I baked once every other day in the second week, hoping you wake up soon...I think Damian and Bruce will have a sweet tooth soon." She tells, her eyebrows furrowing on the last part and chuckling a little; thinking of how the two were more than inclined to eat her pastries whenever she offered them.

Jason laughs, how pleasant it was to her ears, even when it was little. How it struck her when she saw his smile. Her eyes were easy to read, Jason had always find it so, it was the first thing he noticed when he first saw her—he's seeing them again, he doesn't turn away this time. His gaze doesn't weaken her anymore, looking at them closed for a long while, wanting to see the blue in them, that's what it did to her. Instead she leaned forward and reached out to hold his hand, "How are you?"

He doesn't miss a beat. "Shit."

Y/N laughs, "I'm sure."

She stood up, their hands still together. "Should I bring your breakfast here?"

"I want to eat with them"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"Help me bathe." He still didn't miss a beat.

Jason wasn't sure if he understood himself well right now. He accepts her help easily, asks for her of it just as easily but uttering an ask of his own desiring need was difficult. Well, he supposed that was probably normal, but he thinks of what went in his mind for him to ask of what he asked of her. The difficulty of asking his said needs—he found out that it equates to the difficulty of bearing the fluttering touches of her fingers across his body. He thought that he ought to pay more heed to his own words.

Damn mouth always talking before thinking..

Her, however.....she found herself eager more than she should be when he asked of what he asked; surprised that he'd utter such a request, she could only hope that it wasn't shown.

Of course, that doesn't mean she wouldn't have to breathe from her mouth while she began to take his shirt off, hands quite trembling as it was revealing his scarred body.

......God...

Jason's eyes stared down at hers just as she tossed his shirt on the floor, he watches her eyes go down slowly, her hands trailing his arms. Eyes roaming his marks and scars, fingers grazing them, she felt the chill that went through him, she chuckles. "How it didn't cross my mind that you'd be what you are or whatever one can think of, even after seeing these, it blows my mind," that got a grunt of laugh from him, she continued her exploring. "But...I suppose it must have been that I was too distracted by you." She smiled then as she looks back to him, hands coming up to cup his face.

His smug smirk on him, she missed seeing it. "You been thinking too much of me." A cat or a dog, whatever animal for all he could think of—he doesn't know, what he does know is that he loved his face to be held, to be held by her.

Quite the detective.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but tone unchanging, "Yes, how very observant."

He leans down, closing on their distance, he deadpan. "You aren't."

"Oh, fuck you." She took her hands back and scoffed. Taking one step back away from him, flicking his forehead all the while.

He laughs but he didn't want her to go away so easily; he took her wrist and swiftly pulled her closer to him, snaking his right arm on her waist. Surprised and not, at the same time, she glared. "I hate you."

Jason only hums, locking their hands, looking dazed as he stared at her, from his eyes that were looking lazy, she finds herself weakening again. Y/N tiptoes slightly to meet their foreheads, "Jay," she called softly, almost him out. He only hums again while he closes his eyes, making her laugh. "So what now?"

He blinks, then grinned. "You're welcome to stare-"

"Oh my god," she burst out laughing, her head thrown back. While she continued to laugh, she stared at him in disbelief and humor as he just stood there, still holding her. "Go!" Her loud voice echoed, gesturing her free hand for him to go in already in the bathtub.

A rumble from his chest goes as he let go of her and she turned around, hearing him take off his remaining clothes, "Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head as she went to get a few things they need. When she heard the sound of water moving, she turned back around to see him in under the bubbling water.

"You-" she emphasized when she glared down at him, "are such a menace." She finished as she sat down on the edge of the tub, right beside him.

"You enjoy it."

"And you're lucky I do."

That humming of his will be the end of her, "I am lucky, aren't I?"

She smiled, her hands reaching out to him—he leans in even before it touches him, one on his chin and the other on his forehead, brushing his hair gently. "I suppose we both are lucky."

Jason could only agree so little but he didn't say otherwise, breaking off their comfort with his trivial thoughts would be too much of a loss. Doubts came seeping again. The welcoming heat of the water manages to slow them down as Y/N began to soak his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp, it helped so greatly. He closed his eyes, trusting to be lost in her care again.

While she started to clean his hair, silence was welcomed. Had their hearts been so ever calm when they were with each other? His mind becoming a blank canvas, it was never been.

Just as she finished with his hair, she went on to soap her own hands before spreading them to his back, firm but gently still. Jason gripped the edge of the tub as her hands continued to explore on his skin and with her finding it too enjoyable as she can feel him tense under her touch.

She then stood up and sat again but facing him this time. While his eyes were now open, staring at her, she ignored it and stayed her attention on to his body, rather, it was much more easier than to meet his eyes that she can feel that has intensity in it—the one that always took her strength.

His wounds that was so hard to miss, they were dry and now became scars, her hand went from his right shoulder, trailing it all down to where he was shot at. Sighing as she stopped her hand on his arm, "Does it still hurt?"

"I wouldn't ask you to do this if it didn't."

Y/N huffed, "Yes, I'm aware but I'm sure you could have bore it." She continued her doing.

And lose the chance to let her take care of him? To not feel it? Jason doesn't think so. "But I wanted you to, anyway." He was beginning to like the fact that she was intentionally looking away from his eyes.

"Mhmm," she uttered, focused on scrubbing his arms and to his shoulders. When she asked for a prayer to see his eyes again, she didn't mean for them to be teasing her this much.

Her hands found their way to his neck and down to his chest, "You're staring," she spoke, hoping for him to stop.

And how could he? "Why wouldn't I?"

Y/N gasped when an arm locked on her waist, feeling the warm and soapy water against the thin fabric of her dress, immediately throwing a warning stare at him, "Shut your mouth."

It didn't faze him and instead held her tighter, leaning up closer to her. "Shut me up then." Greedy and indeed spoiled is what he became because of her, for even when they were already near each other, he wanted to be more closer.

Her breath hitched at his words, a lump forming in her throat as they gazed at each other. There was so much in his eyes, just so much. She heard....she sees it as an ask....him finally asking her. Possibly the one she had been waiting for.

....I can't...

But even so, she instead closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his, breathing out faintly.

Not like this.

Jason heard her, his lips curved a little as he closed his eyes as well.

Not yet.

It seems like she wasn't the only one waiting anymore.

Y/N pulled away from him with a quite fallen look on her as he stared at him, but she sees him with a little smile on him, even his eyes. Just like that, it went away and was replaced with a mellow smile.

There she is.

A hand crept to the side of his face, letting out a chuckle, "Such a bold request for someone that's already been taken care of, your grace."

There's my girl.

Jason smirked and gave a nudge with his hold on her, "I am but a needy man,"

Muttering a small 'ha!' as she nods, "Indeed you are." Then she gently rakes her fingers on his fallen hair. The ask she was offered gave her the courage to do what she wanted to do, what she could give him for now. She touches her lips against his forehead, to both of his cheeks and close to his lips—lingering them there for more than they both could bear.

Drowning him would just have been the same once he felt her kiss him more than once, let alone so close to his lips.

What starvation can do to a man.

Fucking hell.

"You trying to kill me?" His fingers squeezed her waist as he spoke, earning him a flinch from her and he grinned.

She glared at him and to his demise, she grabbed his arm that was holding her in place and took it off of her, rather little difficult it was, by the way, still teasing her. "You asked for it, my darling, and you shall receive." Answered her simply as if she didn't see what it did to him. Serves his ass right. And began to rinse the soap from his body with the warm water. As she finished washing him, well, at least his upper body. She held her back and laid her hands on his shoulder.

"How do you suppose we should do next?"

"Well, you could-"

"Don't. " She covered his mouth and pursed her own lips to stop her laughs, eyes closed as she shook her head. Thinking that she should have known better. Jason's chest rumbled with chuckles as he watched her laugh.

Then she stood up, his soaked arm went for her but she stopped it with the flick of her hand. "Go clean the rest of yourself, you shit. I'll fix your clothes and be back."

Y/N heard a little of his laugh as she went out from the bathroom, in doing so with a smile of her own as she mutters a few words of annoyance to him.

Jason had a smile as the water took over him.

"You are a child. The water is all over the floor because of your hair." Spoke Y/N as Jason went out from the bathroom, walking to him with a towel in her hands.

"I only had one towel, unless I should have walked out without it and-"

His words were muffled when Y/N covered his face with the towel, and began to dry him off. "Unbelievable, you fucking annoy me," she curses.

Jason huffed, sneaking his arms on her waist to pull her closer. He can still see the annoyed look on her even when his eyes were covered. "You enjoy it, you enjoy it, you enjoy it," he chanted and finally was met by her again. With a grin to match her flattened lips that was twitching, itching to smile, he leaned his face down. "You enjoy it."

Unfazed, the urge to smile had gone away, she just hummed and leaned away from him while she continued to dry his hair, her hand going down from his neck to his chest after as there were still some water going down on him. Jason watched her as she gazed at his scarred body again as she finished drying him off, the towel now on his hand, the trailing of her fingers shuddering him. He chuckles, "They're not that fascinating, sweetheart."

"I beg to differ, your grace," She looked up to him, all the while her hands came up to his face, her head tilted with a still nonchalant expression but Jason saw the ardor in them. He wants to swim in it.

"I could get used to you calling me that."

"I'm sure you do, and you should already dress up. I think breakfast has begun." She said and Jason nods, dropping a peck on her forehead before freeing her out of his grasp.

They walked down the stairs after he got ready, while she waited for him to be done. Jason can't find himself to regret taking their time together as indeed, breakfast had already started and they were all there. Even when he saw their teasing gazes as they walked in the room, as annoying it was, he doesn't regret it. Instead he shook their stares with a grin that was starting to form while they went to their seats.

The morning wasn't so dull anymore.

💌🖋️: Jason the rizzler. HE'S HIMMMMMMM 😩😩😩😩😩

It took me a while to post this here, I'M SORRY YALLJSKFJSDKSKW

As you all believe so, we are one chapter away for the story to finish and rest assured that i will deliver it rightfully to you, to us. So of course, writing it will take a while and I promise for it to pay off. thank you always for reading and take care!!! 💗💗💌 ^^

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loverforfanfiction · 2 years

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[This is my first request]

Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend

Tony stark

:he wouldn't have a problem

:but I think it would be his first time

:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter

:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it

:he would praise you for being you

Steve rogers

:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you

:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party

:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing

:he thought you were beautiful

:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself

:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]

: your weight didn't make him love you any less

Bucky barnes

:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back

:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history

:he never really thought about your weight though

:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love

Clint Barton

:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice

:you were a shield agent and nats best friend

So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you

:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts

Loki

: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much

:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had

The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him

:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest

:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig

:again weight didn't matter

Peter parker

:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating

:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "

: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were

:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school

Thor

:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around

:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind

:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans

Quicksliver

:he would find It very attractive

:he wouldn't care one bit about it

:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him

:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy

:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight

Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]

:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it

:but it didn't make him less attracted to you

:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight

Sam wilson

:he really like really didn't care

:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved

:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]

Last but not least ..... ant man

:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk

:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink

And offered to pay

:after that he asked for a date

:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more

[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]

#avengers x fem!reader #ant man #steve rogers x reader #hulk x reader #tony stark x reader #loki x reader #bruce x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #bucky x plus size reader #peter parker x plus size reader #avengers x plus size reader #sam wilson #marvel x black!reader #marvel x reader

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battylovinstuff · 10 months

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#batfamily #batman x reader #batman and robin #dc batman #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #red robin #richard grayson #red hood #jason todd x plus size reader #jason todd #tim drake #dc robin #dick grayson #dc comics #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne x batmom

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cardierreh15 · 1 year

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Believer

Hi y’all! Posting this but I will be editing over time. 🥰 i hope y’all enjoy this though. This one was a little bit more tough.

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions of being Burned , Dying , (please tell me if I’ve missed any)

Description: Cardierre has a close encounter with Death.

Pairing: Henry Cavill (Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent) x Cardierre James (Black!Plus Size Female OC) — Special Guest : Ben Affleck (Bruce Wayne)

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The Planet’s Visitor

The sound of a cork being popped filled the air along with the squeal and laughter of women. Bubbly champagne overflowed the side of the expensive Armand de Brignac bottle. Steve then began to fill up everyone’s flute. Clark and Cardi stood close to one another as Perry was the last one to have his glass filled.

Small conversation and chatter circulated the room until the sound of Perry clinking quieted the room. ‘May I have your attention please ladies and gentlemen,’ the room grew quiet and all of the attention was on their boss. ‘First and foremost— I would like to Welcome Clark back. Even though… we don’t really know how this was possible but, we are glad to have you back.’

Everyone turned their gazes towards Clark, raising their glasses towards the ceiling gently, ‘Welcome back, Clark!’ They all chimed it, some voices on time and others late.

Perry then turned his attention towards Cardierre who had her hand resting on her hip. She seem tired from the days work and he’d be sure to mention how hard working she truly was in his speech. ‘As all of you may know… recently, Cardierre had broke a record of being the most read reporter in the United States for her article: Return of the Red Cape. If you have read it, you know how impressive it was. It sure did have me at the edge of my seat. Cardierre, this is to you. Congratulations on this epic record! I— along with the rest of the Daily Planet— are very proud to have you with us.’

Cardi wasn’t that great with things like this. But it sure did feel nice to get that recognition from her boss. ‘Thank you all. I’m grateful to have such a supportive team to help me craft such an important article. This story meant everything to me… especially since I felt like I was about to die.’ She chuckled nervously, scratching the back of her head. The room filled with low laughter.

The tall male glanced down at her through his glasses. He wouldn’t dare harm her.

‘Anyway, I would like to thank you Perry for giving me the opportunity to allow me to put my experience and feelings on paper for the world to see,’ she lifted her flute with a smile, ‘To You Perry. To the Planet. Figurative and literally!’ The room burst with laughter before everyone placed their glasses between their lips and sipped at their champagne.

She had walked back over to her desk to see a beautiful arrangement of roses sitting atop it. Shaped in a full heart, the pedals looked so soft to the touch.

Cardi smiled softly, picking up the small fancy card. ‘Wonder who this is from?’ The card read: Congratulations on your groundbreaking success. May more success welcome you within open arms. B.

She then instantly knew exactly who sent these her way.

‘Looks like you have an secret admirer!’ Clark said, walking over and carefully leaned against her desk. ‘They look pricy!’

‘Very.’

A familiar voice had finally filled the air, ‘Ah! There’s my girl! Cardi!’

She turned around to see a man approaching them. Broad shoulders, tall frame. His sleeves were rolled up his forearms. He wore a dress shirt and a simple dark gray vest over the shirt, with dark gray slacks and shiny dress shoes. His arms were open, as if he were waiting for a hug. He was unrecognizable from a human eye. But once she grew closer, a grin curled on his lips.

‘Bruce?’ She was hesitant at first, but once she was sure that it was him, ‘BRUCE!’ She rushed towards her friend, damn near leaping into his arms. Effortlessly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around as the both laughed with glee. Once he’d placed her on her feet, she braced herself, finding her footing so she wouldn’t fall over from her dizziness. ‘Whoa.’ He grabbed her arms, keeping her still for a moment. ‘You alright?!’ He chuckled. ‘I am! Gosh! It’s been ages my friend! How are you?’

Bruce gave her a smile, it was like he didn’t want to answer her question… or didn’t know where to even begin. But Clark didn’t only save innocent lives… he saved conversations too. Bruce looked up at Clark who was approaching the two of them.

‘Mr. Wayne.’ Clark adjusted his glasses and gave him a nod.

‘How many times have I told you? Call me Bruce, Clark.’

Cardi was confused… out of this world. Her eyebrows tugged into one. Looking from Bruce to Clark and from Clark to Bruce. ‘Wait, you two know one another?!’

A lot better than she could even imagine.

‘Uh—‘ Clark took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to put it in the right words. ‘We’ve… had to work together before.’

‘Yes. Confidential of course but— yes.’

‘Oh.’ Cardierre said, her eyebrows risen from surprise. ‘Small world I suppose.’

It grew quiet between the three of them for a moment. But the air was tense. So thick, it could easily be cut with a butter knife.

The woman wasn’t dumb. Graduating at top 10 of her class at Duke University, it was very easy to pick up secretive behavior. There was something they weren’t telling her.

The moment was broken once Perry called out for Clark to come and join him and their colleagues on a conversation. ‘Excuse me. Nice to see you… Bruce.’ Holding out his large hand, Bruce did not hesitate to pull out his hand, give it a firm grip and a simple shake. ‘Good to see you too, Clark.’ Bruce gave him a nod before Clark turned away.

The large male and female watched him walk away until Cardierre spoke up. ‘What are you doing here? Finally moving out of Gotham?’ It was joke. She knew her friend would never move away from that God forsaken place. She really couldn’t say she blamed him either. His business was there… he was trying to repair it… or at least help. But she’d mentioned it before, that place was way past helping. Way past saving.

Bruce chuckled at her joke, folding his arms over his chest, ‘I’m here on business. You forget Wayne Enterprise is Global.’

‘Nope,’ she smirked, ‘Never forgot. But why are you… here?’

Bruce paused for a second, swallowing his spit. He was conjuring up a lie. And she knew her friend long enough to notice. ‘To bring you flowers…’

She stared up at him, her lips in a slight curve to distinguish that she was smiling, but telling him that she knew he was full of shit. ‘Mmmmhmm.’

‘What?’

Cardi rolled her eyes and huffed, ‘Nothing. Just you haven’t changed… and—‘ she took a step forward, poking him in his chest, ‘You’re still a terrible liar.’ Turning swiftly on her toes, she walked back to her desk and gathered her things. ‘How is Harvey?’

‘Mmm…’ Bruce had walked behind her, his hands deep in his pockets as he looked up at the ceiling to think. ‘Uh… well— if you must know. He got hurt pretty bad.’

She gasped, turning halfway to face him. Her face froze in horror with her lips parted slightly, and her eyes enlarged. ‘What happened?! Is he alright?!’

‘Oh. He’s fine. A little too fine I suppose. He’s become one of Gotham’s renowned villains.’

Letting out a exhausted sigh, she folded her arms across her chest. ‘Poor Harvey. He had so much ambition… I guess a little bit too much.’ She scuffed and turned around, continuing on her mission to pack her things, ‘And the Batman? What’s he been up to these days?’

Bruce smirked, ‘I dunno. I don’t stay out late to find out for myself.’

Raising a brow as she smirked, throwing her purse over her shoulder and then picking up her flowers, ‘Good… last thing I need to hear is that one of my close friends got his spine split in half by a vigilante that swore to protect the innocent.’ Bruce chuckled at remark and shook his head. She turned around and placed them in his arms. ‘Walk me to my car?’

‘Sure.’ He smiled.

The young woman waved her hand, ‘Goodnight everyone! I will see you all in the mornin’!’

Everyone lifted their heads from the huddle they were in and waved their hands as well. ‘Bye, Cardi!’ They all said in sync.

***

On the way to her car, the two did their best to catch up. Bruce was a lot more closed off than she remembered and Cardi’s life consisted of working nonstop. She didn’t even believe in vacations… her saying “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” And pretty soon, she’ll realize she was taking life for granted.

‘Thank you.’ She took the soft pink flowers out of Bruce’s arms and placed them in the backseat. She then shut the door and turned around to see her friend. He had grown up— so much… and well might she add. The two stared at one another for a moment longer before she spoke, ‘I hope you have been being safe in Gotham. It just seems like the world is becoming a bad place everyday. You’re my friend, Bruce. And I want the best for you. Why don’t you just move here? Instead.’

Bruce sighed and shook his head, ‘You know I can’t do that.’ He didn’t even have to explain… because she already knew why.

‘I know.’ She gave him a gentle smile, ‘I was just trying to see if you’d change your mind. Still pretty headstrong.’ The both of them laughed softly before it grew quiet again. ‘Be good, Bruce.’ She reached up and rubbed her knuckles on his stubbly jaw before leaning up and placing a kiss on his cheek. She then got in her car, started it up and left him in that very same spot.

***

On the way home, she was in stand still traffic. This made her want to move out of the city in the first place. But since she worked here, leaving this place was always damn near impossible.

Relieved, she made it to the light right before she had to get on the interstate. But something had captured her attention. Bright flames had glowed in an apartment building, and a few people began to gather around. Quickly pulling over to the side and getting out her car, she rushed towards the group of people. The fire began to grow wilder, with the sounds of screaming and frightened people filled the air.

She looked around, noticing there were a few people on the phone with 911. But her attention was captured by a screaming man who was being dragged out by other men. ‘MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER IS IN THERE!’ He was in distress. Coughing to death. He had no energy to fight but all his energy went towards the shouting for his child.

This stirred up a feeling inside Cardi that she had never felt. The feeling to protect, even if it meant risking her life. After all, if it was her child in a burning building, and Superman was no where to be found, she would hope someone stepped up to be a hero for her.

Rushing over to the 3 men who were in coughing fits, she asked— ‘sir! What floor is your daughter on?! Where can I find her?!’ She had to yell over the sound of burning and collapsing debris.

‘2nd… floor.’ He wheezed. ‘Please… my baby… she’s all… I have.’

Taking in a deep breath, she looked up at the building. The flames were moving faster than she could have imagined. She had to move quickly.

Quickly, Cardi tied up her hair and kicked off her heels. She snatched off her blazer and tossed it on the ground. Suddenly, she heard the blaring of sirens rushing around the corner. The police, fire fighters and paramedics. She had to move before she had no chance to go. The crowd called out behind her as she raced inside.

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!

Oh my god!

She’s going to die in there!

Stepping inside, she immediately regretted her decision. As soon as that smoke hit her lungs, she coughed as if her lungs were clawing their way out of her throat. It burned to breathe, but she had to keep pushing.

The floor was warm, not hot enough to burn her feet but hot enough to have her move quickly.

The stairs hadn’t fallen through yet, but they looked like they were on the verge. So even with her cough, Cardi rushed up that flight of stairs to get to the second floor.

When she made it, she thought all was lost. The 3rd floor had already fallen through and the flames are as tall as the ceiling. Suddenly, she heard whimpering. ‘Papa!? Where are you papa?!’ Through the wall. A shroud of hope covered her. She looked at the door that was partially blocked by burning debris. She wouldn’t be able to make it through there. But the wall was already burning and coming apart. ‘WAIT A MINUTE HONEY! IM GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE!’ She yelled before she broke out into another fit of coughs.

Looking around, Cardi tried to find anything durable enough to break down this wall. There was a metal pipe laying on the ground. ‘This should work.’ And as soon as she picked it up, the metal singed her palms. Letting out a pained hiss, ‘AH!’ She quickly dropped it and backed away. She looked down at her hands, pink and burned. ‘Dammit.’ She cursed herself. She had to think quickly, so she unbuttoned her shirt, and wrapped it around the metal for protection. She then painfully picked up that metal pipe and started beating a hole into the wall.

Boom! Crash! Is all she could hear. She stopped for a second, terrified of the ceiling had finally caved in on the child. ‘HELLO!? SWEET HEART ARE YOU THERE?!’ No answer. Cardi’s eyes filled with tears. ‘No, no-no-no. Uh uh.’ She started beating faster, pushing through as hard as she could as her coughing became unbearable by the second.

Finally, she squeezed herself into the hole she created. Cutting, scraping, and burning her flesh as she did so. ‘Urrrrrggghhh!’ She groaned out in pain. And once through, she saw the child sitting in the corner of her bedroom. It was untouched by the fire. She held a little plush kitty towards her chest. She was safe.

‘Oh baby girl…’ Cardi gushed as she coughed. Limping in pain and exhaustion, she made her way to the child. ‘I’m a friend of daddy’s OK? I’ve come to get you out of here alright? What is your name?’

The girl looked at her with swollen teary eyes. She seem to have been crying forever, and clearly — it was hard for her to breathe too. ‘Mya…’

‘Oh…’ Cardi sighed softly, ‘That’s…’ she sighed again, ‘Such a pretty … name.’ She looked around for a second, and noticed the window. She quickly stood up and rushed over towards it and pushed it open. ‘Mya…’ she breathe heavily before coughing. ‘We have to get out of here…come.’ Opening her arms, the child didn’t hesitate to crawl into the unfamiliar woman’s arms.

Finding a piece of cloth, she used it to twist the door knob painfully. And when she did, the hall way was blocked off in blazing debris. This must’ve been what she heard outside her door. She coughed some more as the little girl whined, worriedly. ‘Shhh, it’s OK.’ Cardi whispered before quickly closing the door.

‘Shit.’ She cursed and walked over to the window to try and her fresh air. But to no avail. The air wasn’t circulating fast enough and the longer they stayed, the harder it became to breathe.

‘We’re going to die aren’t we?’ The child asked.

Cardi looked at her with narrowed eyes, ‘No… no… we don’t do that… we are— strong… we can… we can do this.’ She fought as she felt herself losing her own consciousness. Her chest burned as she did her best to push down her coughing, but it just felt soothing to do so.

Crash! The apartment shook beneath their feet. The woman and the child looked at the door. The floor in the hallway must’ve finally gave way. The little girl whimpered, her bottom lip trembling as she looked at the woman for hope.

Wheezing, Cardi placed her burned, stinging palm on the girl’s smoke covered cheek. ‘Don’t— worry. We will figure out a plan.’ Suddenly, loud cracking filled the poisoned air. She looked up to see ceiling, cracking. Quickly. Right before the ceiling finally crumbled, Cardi snatched little Mya up with all the strength she had left in her and dashed to the corner of the room, sitting right beneath the window.

Mya screamed in fear as they watched the floor eat the heavy debris covered in flames. ‘Shhhh… shhh. It’s… OK.’ She stroked the child’s head sweetly. Cardi watched that hole in the floor. Glowing like the fiery pits of hell. She wasn’t the type to give up… but she was tired. Literally burnt out. Never would she have imagined though, she’d die this way.

Holding the small girl in her lap as Cardi gained closure of her fate, she whispered, ‘How… old are you?’

The little girl wheezed… hesitating to answer as her weakness got the best to her too. ‘… 4…’

‘Oh…’ she scoffed weakly, ‘You are… the bravest… 4 year old… I’ve ever…’ she was struggling. She was so tired. ‘Sleep.. so… sleepy.’ And finally… letting the idea of sleep, welcome her with open arms.

But, only for a short moment.

She didn’t feel herself being lifted off of the ground, nor did she really have the strength to open her eyes all the way.

Through blurry eyes, she saw red and blue. Wheezing— she couldn’t say much. Too weak to even mouth anything… she just laid there almost lifeless in his arms.

Hearing the cheers of people around them, chanting his name as he carried both her and the little girl towards the stretchers. They had placed oxygen masks over their noses. The child was interacting well with her father… but Cardi— was barely holding up. Finally, opening her eyes a little bit more, she was able to see his face. They were tired and still burned as if someone stuck hot coals on them.

But he was so much more beautiful… majestic up close. She had encountered him before… but to have him save her— she was lost for words… wasn’t like she could talk anyway.

‘You’re going to be alright, ma’am.’ He said, his voice stern, deep and positive. Giving him a weak smile as they lifted her up in the truck, the soon passed out once again once out of her sight.

***

She had awakened in the worst pain she could ever imagine. Cardi ached so bad, she could not move. ‘Ah.’ Her voice was still partially gone, her throat hurt and the lights were so damn bright.

Blinking enough times to make out her surroundings, she took note that she was in the hospital, and what she went through the other night was not in fact a dream but real life. She carefully looked over to the left to her table was covered in flowers and cards. They looked fresh and alive.. so she couldn’t have been out for a long time. What a relief.

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