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peterxwade24 · 3 years

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 8 (for real this time)

Okay. So, Bicho is Spanish for male bug while Principito is Spanish for Little Prince.

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With Lila’s blood-curdling scream, however, came Signal, or as Gotham had taken to calling the yellow clad boy, the Daytime Bat. Signal appeared a few minutes after Lila pretended to faint, tucking his grappling hook and batarang back into his utility belt upon seeing both Dick and Jason before he looked at where everyone else was looking, and seeing who he could only assume was the girl most of the Rouge gallery called “Hatter’s Girl”. He frowned, although no one could see it, as he suddenly realized how young the girl looked. He had always assumed (read: Bruce had lead him to believe) that “Hatter’s Girl” was what the Rogue gallery called Hatter’s squeeze, but from the way Scarecrow and The Riddler were allowing the girl to cling to them he could only assume it was more a note of paternal obligation than damnation of the girl.

Duke made eye contact with Jason, or as close to eye contact as he could make while wearing his helmet. Jason’s face was soft, his disbelief evident for everyone to see.

Duke was confused, he had never seen Jason look like this before and Dick seemed to be just as lost as he was. He glanced at the oldest Wayne child and saw his confusion was plain to see. “Is everything alright here?”

Alya turned to look at the yellow clad meta vigilante with a scandalized expression. “That girl is conspiring with villains!”

Duke frowned. “Ma’am, I mean no disrespect but what evidence do you have?”

-*-*-*

Stompp, Sass, Trixx, Wayzz, Tikki, and Plagg were all hiding in Chloé’s purse, knowing they couldn’t be with their chosen had most of them upset.

Plagg, who has nearly always been separated from his holders in the past, seemed to be dealing with it the best while Tikki, whose holders have always been permitted to keep her close, however, wasn’t faring very well. Stompp, whose holders were almost never permanent, was simply lounging against Plagg while Trixx relaxed into the side of the purse closest to Chloé. Sass and Wayzz were attempting to placate Tikki while sharing looks filled with disbelief.

“Tikki. Your kid is a Guardian. You’re not being renounced. He just can’t keep you on him right now.” Sass began. “Trixx’s kit would never take you away from your bug, Plagg’s kitten wouldn’t take you away from your bug.”

“Tikki, take deep breaths. Remember why we’re all in Trixx’s kit’s purse?”

“...to keep warm?”

“Why do we need to keep warm?” Wayzz prodded.

“...because Gotham is unusually cold.” Tikki continued.

“Do you want to be alone in your bug’s fanny pack right now?”

Tikki looked down. “No.”

“Okay. Now go cuddle with Plagg or Trixx to keep warm.” Wayzz sighed as the older being slunk away to curl into her other half’s side. They turned to look at Sass and the two beings shrugged at the way their friend was reacting. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?”

“I’m afraid so my friend, I’m afraid so.”

-*-*-*

Thana turned her head to look at the meta vigilante, recognizing the vigilante as Signal. She looked him over, realizing that the hero in front of her had to be one of Batman’s newest additions, she knew he wasn’t Damian or Jason because Jason was still in the group behind her and Signal appeared to be much too old to be Damian. She decided, based on how his eyes kept flicking from her to the duo hugging her and back before his eyes sought out their tour guide and bodyguard. Nodding to herself, deciding the civilian identity for Signal had to be Duke Thomas, she turned in her uncles’ grasp to face the vigilante and waited for his attention to return to her.

She offered the hero a smile when his attention was back on her. “Excuse me Mr. Signal?” She glanced at her Uncle Ed to confirm that was the hero’s name, before looking at the vigilante clad in bright yellow. “I didn’t realize hugging your uncles you hadn’t seen in person in years was illegal.” She dropped the Parisian accent while talking to the vigilante, letting her Crime Alley accent wrap around the words. “I was stolen off the streets by the GCPD when I was nine and this is the first time I’ve seen them in person since then.”

Signal seemed to nod understandingly while Alya seethed on his other side.

“Yeah right. Those two are probably your suga-” Alya was suddenly cut off by Nino’s glare. Nino could only take so much of his one-time crush’s whining before he got tired of hearing her voice.

“This is my Uncle Ed and my Uncle Jon, Césaire. They have been huge parts of my life since I was forced from my home after my mother died.” Thana’s voice grew hard and her Parisian friends knew that she hated having to speak about her past.

Alya’s face paled slightly, not having known the girl had been left without a mother.

Thana focused only on the vigilante, knowing if she looked to her friends she would lose her nerve. “I am sorry to interrupt your patrol, I know how you Bats love your city.”

Signal nodded and turned back to the French group. “There’s nothing wrong here. Continue on with your tour.” He nodded and pulled out his grappling hook. He shot the hook in the other direction and was essentially just a yellow blur on the horizon.

Thana returned to her uncles’ embrace.

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Ed and Jon decided that they were going to tag along with the tour, one on each side of Thana because her dad was still out there and they didn’t currently have eyes on him.

Their tour guide seemed to just roll with it, allowing the two to join them as they continued to walk around Gotham proper.

Alya was stuck carrying Lila around for a while, grumbling under her breath about how “it wasn’t fair that Marinette got to stay attached to her dumb sugar daddies”.

A majority of the class walked closer to their tour guide, noticing the worried looks the Gothamites kept shooting their group as they walked with Ed and Jon, because those are the names they were introduced with and they just didn’t know if they would trust these men. On the other hand, Thana’s friends, who had all at least talked to the duo before, seemed to orbit around Thana and her two uncles. Jason, who continued to stick to the back of the group, couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that was going on between the group right in front of him.

“So, you’re the hooligans who’ve been keeping our niece out of trouble.” Ed began, glancing at Jon over Thana’s head to shoot his lover a smile.

“How have you been keeping our niece out of trouble?” Jon continued, his voice seeming to soothe Thana in ways Thana’s friends had never been able to.

“Mèo con? It’s just a matter of us not giving her any time to get in trouble.” Kim smiled and reached over to ruffle Thana’s hair.

Nino smiled, watching as two of his three childhood friends interacted. “Chloé and I keep those two out of trouble.” He shrugged and linked his arm with Chloé’s. “It’s nice to properly meet two of Alqamar’s uncles.”

“Do you think we could slip use our free time for a real tour? An in depth tour?” Thana glanced at her friends, a worried smile on her face. “I mean, only if you all want to.”

Thana’s friends shared a look, Chloé shooting Alix a subtle glare when it looked like the pinkette was going to be unkind, before all five of them turned back to Thana. “Sure. As long as your uncles accompany us.”

Thana brightened, her blue grey eyes seeming to come alive with every moment. “Okay.” She nodded and threw her arms around her friends before pulling away and rejoining her uncles.

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Mlle. Bustier sighed, the class all seemed to be impatiently waiting for her to release them to go about their free time. She nodded and waved towards the door. “Just go.”

Thana grabbed Kim’s hand, not looking as he grabbed Nino’s, Nino grabbed Chloé’s, Chloé grabbed Adrien’s and Adrien grabbed Alix’s, before pulling her friends out of the hotel, glancing up at the side of the hotel before freezing. She finally took in the bullets on the side of the building, her eyes landing on the pair of bullets, a little J hidden in the corner of one with the other having a little T hidden in its corner. She reached her hand up to them before shaking her head and focusing back on her mission.

She led her friends down alleyways and across streets, steering clear of anywhere she knew her father was ought to frequent, before she pulled them to a stop in front of the Iceberg Lounge.

“Okay. So, technically, none of us are old enough to go in but Uncle Ozzy won’t care as long as we’re wearing red sleeves.” She turned to her friends, who all seemed skeptical.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Chatte?” Adrien asked, his tone gentle as though he was afraid she’d react badly.

“I promise Bicho.” Thana smiled reassuringly at her friends before she turned and pushed open the door. “Uncle Ozzy! I’m home!”

-*-*-*

Jason looked at the newest bat, knowing he hadn’t been at the press conference because he’d be patrolling so he didn’t know about Bruce’s proclamation. Jason glanced at his older brother, who shrugged at him when blue met blue-green, before turning back to the scene in front of him. He watched as his little sister when did she stop being so little handled the situation with a grace that he’d remembered from their time together on the streets.

He’d have to clue the newest bat into Bruce’s proclamation. He’d get his number from Dick after they dropped the class off back at the hotel.

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Jason watched the class out of the corner of his eye (and the window into the lobby) as he and Dick walked back to his apartment. “Hey Dickiebird? Do you have Duke’s phone number?”

Dick pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before landing on the right one. “Yeah. You want it or do you want me to arrange a meeting?”

“I doubt he’ll come if a strange number requests it. Could you?”

“He gets done patrolling in an hour or two. I’ll send him your address and tell him to drop by after patrol.” Dick shot Duke a text and smiled before bumping shoulders with Jason. “She was like a mini female you. A spit fire with a heart of gold.”

Jason shrugged. “Let’s just hurry. Kutlat Saghira gets irritable when we’re apart for too long.”

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Jason sat on the couch in his living room, Damian firmly seated on his lap and refusing to move, waiting for Duke to knock on his door. Tim, Steph and Cass were standing in his kitchen recreating a Vine on Tim’s Tik Tok account. Dick and Wally sat on the loveseat, Mar’i, Iris and Jai sat on the floor colouring in a colouring book on the coffee table.

A knock sounded on the door, causing Dick to stand to get it because Damian refused to let Jason up.

Dick opened the door, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey Duke.”

“Hey, uh, Dick. What’s up?” Duke nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his smile seeming just a little forced until he looked into the kitchen and saw the three recreating a Vine. “So this is where you all have been hiding.”

“Not, not exactly.” Dick responded, moving out of the way to allow the younger man entry. “So, do you remember Bruce saying he was putting together a press conference?”

“Vaguely.” Duke walked into the apartment, noticing the collection of shoes to the left of the door and toeing off his shoes without much thought to it, before noticing all of the people in the living room. “Hello?”

“Hi.” Jason called, his voice even tempo’d so as to continue to soothe the boy in his lap. “I’m Jason, I was the second Robin.”

Duke startled at seeing the man, looking at the other man in the room as he casually referred to himself as “the second Robin”. With wide eyes he looked at Jason and mouthed “does he know”.

“That’s Wally West. Formally Kid Flash, part time Flash.” Jason smiled, a slow lazy smile that only being surrounded by his family brought out in him. Tim, followed by Steph and Cass, vaulted over the back of the couch and settled around Jason, with Cass ending up sprawled across Tim and Steph’s laps. “He knows.”

Duke nodded, drifting to the chair sat across from the couch. “Of course.” He paused a moment, taking in how everyone was sitting. Dick, at some point, had reclaimed his spot beside Wally. Mar’i settled on the arm of the loveseat beside her father, her hands clinging to both her father and her Aunt Cass (who had held her hand out to her niece upon noticing her intended location), while Iris sat between Dick and Wally and Jai sat on Wally’s lap. “So, what’s up?”

Steph looked at her little brother, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Bruce said some things after the press conference. About how ‘no child of his would associate with a child of a rogue’ because Jace’s little sister is the daughter of the Mad Hatter-”

Duke lit up, his warm brown eyes locked on Jason’s face. “That was your sister?” He let out a silent laugh. “Oh my Amazon. She was so cool.”

Jason nodded, taking in the way Duke seemed to be admiring his sister. “She was always diplomatic when we ran into anyone on the streets. It’s part of the reason why any kid wearing red sleeves is allowed into the Iceberg Lounge and inside Robinson Park’s limits.”

“Oh. Okay. I think I remember seeing her on the streets a couple times when we were younger.”

Jason just shrugged. “Probably.” He looked down after Damian poked him, only to find a pair of green eyes locked on his face with a barely there “hm” the only indication that Damian wants introduced. “This rascal here is Damian al Ghul-Todd. Around here he gets called Kutlat Saghira, Little Nuget or Principito.”

“Hello Damian. I’m Duke, I’m,” Duke looked at the gathered Waynes, looking for visual cues, before looking back at Damian, “your uncle.”

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Jason was startled awake by a loud knock on his living room window. He glanced down at the bed, seeing all of his younger siblings as well as his son were in the bed, before slowly and gently moving Damian into Cass’s grasp. He slowly slid out of the bed, shoving his feet into a pair of newly acquired slippers, before padding into the living room and moving the curtain to reveal that Batman was knocking on his window. He propped open the window with a curt call of “what do you want Bruce?”

“It wasn’t enough to steal all of my other children, you had to steal Duke too?”

“It is not my fault he was operating under the assumption that you would be there for him through anything. We simply told him the truth.” Jason crossed his arms over his chest, his blue-green eyes looking more and more green as the older man continued to piss him off. “Duke deserved the truth. Besides, I’m pretty much sure I told you to forget my address after you passed it on to Alfred.”

“That is beside the point.” Bruce looked as though he was going to continue before the tip of a Wakizachi was pointed at his jugular notch.

“You are angering my Baba. Leave.” Damian, who even in his half asleep state was protective of those he called his, stared up at the man who fathered him.

Bruce fled with his figurative tail between his legs, deciding he would have to reclaim his children in another manner.

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redhoodieone · 5 years

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It’s Cold in Here Part 6

A/N: Okay, so here is Part 6! I’m actually very excited to keep this series going if people love it and demand it. I don’t really have anything else to say except…enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, language, and threats.

One hand rubs up my stomach to my neck, where Jason chokes me lightly as the other hand aligns his thick cock to my wet pussy. Just feeling the head of his dick against my clit makes me moan and whimper for more friction and action.

“Ready doll?” Jason asks me; winking.

“I said to give me all you got, Jay,” I choke out from the tight hold on my throat.

Jason then pushes his cock inside me until he’s all the way in. Just feeling him inside me can almost make me cum, considering Jason hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he’s been in the room. One hand of his is on my hips as he holds me still, as the other holds my neck. As he thrusts in and out slowly, Jason slightly panics as he realizes what he’s doing.

“S-sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing that,” Jason apologizes, and is about to remove his hand from my neck until I shake my head at him in complete worry.

“No! Please don’t. I-I haven’t had rough sex in so long,” I plead, even though I’m struggling to speak clearly from his continuing thrusts and hot body above me, I want this more than anything.

“You like it rough, Y/N?”

“I bet I do,” I answer breathlessly. “I don’t really know.”

“Good, because if we’re going to be honest, I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” Jason confesses, as his thrusts quicken. Between my moans, wet slapping sounds between us, and his panting; I don’t think we’re going to last very long. “I’ve always-fuck imagine me fucking you so hard, fast, and deep, doll. All I want is you to beg me to make you cum. I-I want you to only want me.”

I throw my head back and grip the bedsheets in tight fists. The way Jason’s cock deliciously rubs against my walls makes me breathe harder and harder. It’s like his cock was meant to be inside me, as cheesy as that may sound. Jason lowers his face down and kisses my neck and chest, until he bites and sucks my nipples to make me be louder.

“Oh fuck...your pussy feels so good, Y/N. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. You’re just so fucking good to me,” Jason says, panting in between thrusts. “You’re so fucking good, doll.”

I immediately realize Jason is expressing more compliments to me, as if he needs to hear something like that, too. The way he closes his eyes every few seconds, and the way his blue eyes stare into mine makes me wonder if he’s always doubting himself during sex.

The man seems like he has sex figured out and mastered well enough to be considered a Sex God.

But perhaps it’s just an act Jason puts on to make others believe he’s perfect, because all his life, he’s wanted and dreamed of being perfect; just like Dick Grayson.

But with the way Jason is fucking me, I don’t even have to pretend and put on a show that proves I’m enjoying myself. There’s no lies. There’s no secrets. Jason is making me feel so good that I couldn’t even critique him if I could.

And I sure as hell won’t.

I let go of the sheets with one hand. Slowly and carefully, I reach up to his face and rub his strong jawline. “You’re doing so good, Jay. You-you are fucking me the way I want to be fucked. Keep going, please.” I beg. “You’re so good!”

Jason smiles, and he continues to pound into me with every hard thrust. He suddenly moves down and kisses me. The second our lips touch, I instantly feel a spark has been lit between us. The sensation alone makes me feel like butterflies are inside my stomach; a feeling I haven’t felt in so long.

I open my mouth and Jason immediately seeks my tongue. The way we almost devour each other’s mouths makes me moan into the kiss, which makes me grip the back of his head, tugging his dark hair for more.

“Fuck,” Jason says, breaking the kiss to breathe as he continues to hold my neck, but sits up to flip me over onto my stomach. As Jason slams back into my pussy, he manages to raise my upper body up with just his hand wrapped around my neck; squeezing my throat enough to make me lightheaded but filled with pleasure from the roughness.

“Oh fuck...oh God...fuck me harder, Jay,” I whine.

Jason growls and fucks me as hard as he can; as his body keeps colliding into my ass. He softly whimpers, which surprises me for only a second because he then releases my neck and moves his hand down between my legs and begins to rub fast circles on my clit to get me to cum.

But with the way Jason is fucking me, hitting the right sensitive spot in my pussy, and with the fast-torturous rubs on my clit, I’m going to cum now.

“Cum for me right now, Y/N. Cum for me so I can see what I do to you,” Jason demands.

With one more thrust and rub, I feel myself clenching around Jason, as I gush all over his cock. The warmth that spreads throughout my body weakens me. This orgasm is stronger than I’ve ever imagined.

Perhaps I never experienced a real one before.

Jason breathes heavily as he fucks me through my orgasm. He kisses along my shoulders and spine, which surprises me a bit since I’ve never really experienced intimacy such as kissing and caressing before. With both hands, he grips my hips and slams himself into me one last time before he pulls out and cums under me onto the sheet.

I even hear Jason moan my name, along with other things I couldn’t clearly hear. He breathes deeply; continuing to groan and pant from his apparently strong orgasm.

I collapse onto the bed. Just trying to breathe normally is difficult, and the way my body feels like jello just proves I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“I’ll be right back,” Jason says softly, as he quickly gets up and runs to the bathroom. I am finally able to roll onto my back and lie down properly.

Jason returns with a wet washcloth, and hands it to me after hesitating if he should clean me or not. I thank him and take it; cleaning myself and my thighs from my arousal. Once I’m done, I toss it to the floor and climb under the covers to rest. I’m not sure what Jason will do, but I know I’m tired and it’s about midnight as I checked my phone on the nightstand.

But to my amazement, Jason walks over to the bed still naked (his glorious naked Sex God body) and slips into bed beside me. He shuts off the light next to him; despite the moonlight from the window glowing all around us. I end up turning on my side to sleep, as my arms embrace the pillow underneath my head, so I fall asleep quicker. And just when I think we’re done with each other; Jason moves closer behind me and eventually wraps his arms around me; hands securing around my stomach.

“Is this okay?” Jason whispers in my ear.

“Uh, yeah. It’s okay,” I answer, unable to keep the anxiousness from my voice.

Jason leans his head closer to mine. “Are you nervous?” he asks.

“N-no. I’m-I’m just...not used to this kind of thing.”

“You mean cuddling? Cuddling after sex and cuddling in bed is new to you?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Yeah.” I say clearly, hoping he can take the hint and drop the subject. Because after our fucking session, I don’t think I can talk about Dick.

Especially when I’ve had the most fun I’ve had in months.

Especially with someone who is not my boyfriend.

“How long have you known? About...everything?” I ask softly. My voice breaks at the end, despite trying to remain strong and unaffected by it all. He stays quiet for a bit, until he sighs.

“For a while,” Jason admits. He exhales deeply, and he holds me tighter. I can feel him breathing near me, and I suddenly find myself entranced by his scent of Old Spice deodorant and an expensive, wonderful cologne. “I wanted to tell you when I found out. I wanted to rat Dick out for his constant lies, secrets, and infidelity. I wanted to hurt him for hurting you...but I was forced to promise not to tell from Tim, Damian, and Alfred.”

“They all knew?” I choke out. A few tears fall from my eyes. “Does Bruce know?”

“No. Dick is afraid of telling Bruce, since Bruce grew up in a society of rich, privileged people who are close-minded and only expect greatness from people. The people Bruce associates with in-person tend to think homosexuality is wrong; immoral. We live in a society that believes gay or bisexual men is gross and beyond disgusting, while lesbians and bisexual women are more...attractive and hot. So, after Dick told us all this, he really fears Bruce will disown him because why would Bruce want a flaming son? I really don’t know why Dick is terrified of telling Bruce, but we all made a promise and will never tell Bruce until Dick does.”

My heart feels heavy with guilt. “I won’t tell Bruce either,” I admit. Jason sighs again, and kisses my forehead. “How did you all find out?”

“Alfred caught Dick and Wally fucking in the Batcave months ago. After a while, Alfred confronted Dick, and asked him what their sexual encounter meant, but Dick was obviously in denial about what he did. I guess he wanted to believe he was only into women and just slipped into casual sex from experimenting with Wally. The fucking idiot told me he was sick of the gay jokes from everyone, and always felt the need to defend himself all the time, but now he feels like he still needs to put on the straight act. I didn’t even think he took the jokes seriously, but I guess he did. He barely came out as bisexual two weeks ago, and was hoping to tell you soon,” Jason reveals, before he turns me around to face him. The moonlight from the window is bright enough for us to see each other’s faces. He wipes my tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Y/N. It’s just...Dickhead’s my brother and I would hope if I were in trouble, he would help me, too. But please don’t tell anyone that because I have a tough-ass reputation to hold.”

Even though I feel betrayed, devastated, and confused, I find it comforting with Jason. The way the moonlight makes his blue eyes shine, I find warmth there. I chuckle at his remark and shake my head.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Jay. The thing I don’t understand is why Dick is obsessed and afraid of labels,” I say curiously.

“I don’t even know. Tim even tried telling him the straight label doesn’t necessarily exist anymore. Tim says as humans, we find ourselves attracted to both sexes, but find ourselves having sex with who we prefer. So, in a way, I guess I’m mostly straight. I don’t think I can ever have sex with a fucking guy,” Jason admits.

“So, you never fucked Roy, and he’s never fucked you?” I tease. Jason laughs before he playfully bites my bottom lip. “I’ve heard the outrageous stories from your Outlaw days.”

“We...experimented, alright? We jerked each other off and I even let him suck my dick. That’s all it took for me to realize I don’t have any sexual desires for guys or from guys. It’s normal, and it’s just curiosity,” Jason defends himself, before he squeezes my hips and I squeal.

“Okay, I understand. I don’t think that’s bad at all,” I say. If he’s confessing, maybe I can too. “I’ve done it, too. So, if what Tim is saying is true, I’m mostly straight, too.”

“Tell me more,” Jason pleads. His blue eyes beg, and I can tell he’s dying to know my past.

“Fine...” I playfully complain. I chuckle and look into his eyes. “I used to kiss my friends. We would sleep over at each other’s houses and we would talk about making out, masturbating, and sex. When I was younger, I always found it...annoyingly difficult to masturbate. It was like, always weird to touch myself because I felt like what I was doing was wrong. Yeah, I knew back then masturbating was normal and healthy, and whatever. But after talking to my friends about it, they told me it’s not bad at all and that I needed to just relax and keep trying. So, I asked one of my friends to show me how to touch myself when everyone else was asleep. So, we snuck out and went outside on the trampoline where no one was around or can hear and see us. So, she told me to lie down and relax. So, she kissed me and kissing her was always exciting to me because I’ve never had a real boyfriend before because guys suck at fourteen years old. So, she’s kissing me, and she shows me what I’ve been missing all this time.”

Jason begins to breathe heavily, and that’s when I notice he’s horny. Again. “Tell me what happened next, doll.”

“Fine, but after this I need sleep. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“She moves down, and she lifts my shirt up without saying anything. She rubs my boobs, sucks, bites, and licks my nipples which already surprised me because I didn’t think they could be that sensitive you know? So, she keeps going down and down until she’s literally face to face with my pussy. Luckily, I was learning to shave a bit, since puberty sucks ass so I didn’t feel so self-conscious right then and there. And I swear to God, what happens next is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. My best friend finger fucked me and ate my pussy out until I was screaming and creaming all over her fingers and mouth until I couldn’t handle anymore. So, to make a long story short, I really enjoyed that experience because after that night, I realized women really know what women want. But would I do it again now? Honestly, no because I’m not seeking it anymore,” I say.

“I understand that. But in all honesty, that’s fucking hot, Y/N. Damn...if only I knew you back then. But in all seriousness, we’re similar in a way. We’re people who are just looking for someone to have that connection with that’s meaningful for life. But back to sex, I bet I can be the one who knows your body better than you do,” Jason says, before he winks at me. “I can be the one who knows what you like.”

“Oh my God, you’re very egotistical. You know that, right?”

Jason smirks, and kisses me again until I pull away to get comfortable. He cuddles with me once more and shifts to lie down where my head is near his chest. “Oh, but you love me, doll. You wouldn’t change anything about me, would you?” he asks. I look up at him and run my hand through his messy dark hair. I tug it playfully as he hums at the display of affection.

“No. Would you change anything about me?”

“Never.”

“Well, that’s good to hear then. Goodnight Jay,” I whisper and yawn at the same time.

“You’re so fucking adorable, Y/N,” Jason says softly, as he kisses me one last time. “Goodnight doll.”

I feel my chest tighten from Jason’s sweet comment. We rest in complete silence. The sounds of our breathing and the touch of our embrace relaxes me to the point where I don’t hear my phone vibrating at first. I slowly and quietly move away from Jason to get my cell phone. It’s a text message, and I lean over to the edge so the light of my screen wouldn’t disturb Jason.

It’s the unknown number.

So, you have finally learned the truth and heard everything with your own ears? I’m impressed you’ve managed to hold yourself together. So now that you believe me, I think it’s time we meet face to face. I need to know if you’re serious about our partnership.

I feel sick to my stomach already.

Look, I may not agree with how my boyfriend handled his cheating or lies, but I’m not going to hurt him. I really just want to move on from all of this and just live my life. So, whatever your revenge thing is, I don’t want anything to do with it. I text back.

The person immediately responds.

Ha. You’re funny. You just think you can walk away from all of this and that I would disappear from your life as if this never happened? Wow. I actually believed you were intelligent, wise, and had a sense of instinct. But you keep surprising me, and I for one do not enjoy surprises. So, let me say what will happen if you ignore me and refuse to meet me tomorrow. You see Y/N, I have something that Dick Grayson would want.

What do you have??? I text back anxiously.

Wouldn’t you like to know? Let’s just say that what I have, if it ever fell into the wrong hands, it would not only destroy him, but his family, friends, and the one man he sees as his father for the longest time, his life would be over. And let’s just say if this got out, I already have everything tracing back to you. All evidence: is pointing at you. So, if you think you can fuck me over and leave, you have another thing coming.

I run a hand through my hair, and I breathe hard. I can’t run away from this. I can’t escape. This person has me under their thumb.

Now that you understand what is at stake, I want you to meet me tomorrow at Ace Chemicals at midnight. Alone. And if you try anything funny or cute, I will personally kill Dick. I will rip his head off with my bare hands, and I will shove his skull into your stomach. Now do you understand?

I understand. I text back with shaking hands.

Good. Now get some sleep.

I put my cell phone down onto the nightstand and I breathe heavily. The weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I feel the strength and determination to protect Dick is happening to me again.

I lie down, facing away from Jason. I’m sort of surprised he didn’t notice me lying away from him. The second my body relaxes, and I fall asleep, I then feel Jason moving closer to me; holding me once more.

Before I feel an arm reaching across me to get my cell phone.

Yay! It’s the end of this part! Let me know what you think!!!

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sarasapen · 6 years

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A Man is what his Mother makes him.

“Let me love you a little more before you are not little anymore.”

“...she had loved a little boy very very much, even more than she loved herself.”

(Y/N) (L/N) was 19 when she married Bruce Wayne. She was 19 when she married the most famous man in the world. She was 19 when she married Batman.

(Y/N) was 22 when they adopted 9-year-old Richard Grayson. He was a sweet little angel that she was grateful to have, for she couldn’t have children of her own. She knew straight away that those bright blue eyes and tiny hands had already stolen her heart.

A few weeks after Dick moved in, you awoke with a strange feeling. In a sleepy daze, you threw off her covers and stumbled to Dick’s room.

You opened the door and your heart ached at what you saw. The poor thing was sobbing into his pillow, calling for his Mum and Dad.

You sat down next to him and pulled him into your lap, rocking him and humming soothing tunes. You let him cry until he fell asleep, and even then, you continued to rock him though the night.

“No.”

“But, Mum, I’ll be safe!” Dick protested.

You faltered when he called you ‘Mum’, and bent down to squeeze him tightly. After a few minutes of hugging him, you let him go saying that, fine, he could go, as long as he stayed safe.

And thus, Robin, the Boy Wonder was born.

Okay, children were something else altogether.

They were at a gala when Dick wanted Bruce’s attention. So, like any other person would do, he ‘pssd’ and motioned for Bruce to bend down while you and the other adults pretended you couldn’t see him. He wanted ice-cream, and asked for extra sprinkles.

Later, however, after his sugar rush disappeared, Bruce had to carry him as he slept on his shoulder.

A photo of Bruce carrying Dick with you petting his hair made the front cover the next morning.

You couldn’t sleep so you went downstairs to bake cookies. You don’t know what happened, but suddenly there was Dick sitting on a stool, ‘sampling’ the cookie dough. This became a weekly tradition, and every Saturday morning, you and Dick would bake something.

Alfred was sweet enough to lay out the main ingredients you would need, and at 6 a.m. in the morning, the smell of delicious baked goods wafted through the manor.

You walked through the same hallway you had for 12 years, and it felt so different.

With Dick now in Bludhaven, the house felt so empty and cold. You paused in front of Dick’s room, hesitating before you went in. You inspected the room, and it felt so wrong to see so many of his possessions gone.

Tears stung at the back of yours eyes and you sighed. You felt silly for crying, he was only in the next city.

But you would miss his cheeky grin and his silly antics and- god what was wrong with you?

You missed your boy, and it was okay to do so. You didn’t know growing up would hurt so much.

A couple of months later, (Y/N) found a 14-year-old boy tied up and gagged on the floor in the Batcave.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, bending down to untie him as he glared up at you.

“Bruce, what is this?” You exclaimed, untying the gag.

“He kidnapped me!” The child said as you stared at Bruce incredulously.

“This is the child that tried to steal the tires. Hi name is Jason Todd.” Bruce said as he took off his cowl.

“And are we keeping him?” You asked, ignoring the child’s protests. Bruce looked at the teenager, crossing his arms and then at your hopeful eyes.

“Yes.”

When someone looked at Jason Todd, they would never guess that his biggest weakness was that he was a total Mama’s boy.

Jason loved those moments his ‘Ma’ would kiss his head after returning from work, and the way you would run your hand through his hair as you watched tv, or the way you would let him cuddle you as you read a book.

So your tradition with Jason was born. You would both curl up in some blankets, some hot chocolate and cookies nearby, reading. He would sometimes ask you to read, so that he could fall asleep next to you. You adored Jason, and cherished these moments with him. When he would fall asleep, you would close the book, moving so that Jason slept at a better angle. That last night, you smiled at his sleeping form, and thanked the lord for these miracles of yours.

He was only 15.

You remembered that is was April 27.

You also remembered Bruce coming home, bloody and broken and bruised and alone.

You remembered how the world stopped spinning suddenly, and it felt as if your head was underwater. It felt as if there were 1000 tons on your chest, about to crush it.

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think and it hurt.

You vaguely remembered falling, but someone- perhaps Alfred or DIck, who had suddenly appeared- caught you.

You remembered screaming and screaming until you lost your voice, and you cried and cried until you passed out.

He was your baby, he was your life, he was your son.

And he was gone.

After Jason’s death, you slipped into a depression. You locked yourself in his room, refusing to come out for over three days until Dick had to climb through the window to make you eat. You refused to speak to anyone, and never left the manor. Bruce never went near you.

Dick moved back into the manor to help Alfred take care of you.

Sometimes, he would see you sitting in the garden, an empty look in your eyes as you stared at nothing.

It scared him so much, that the strongest woman he knew, the most amazing mother, was destroyed.

You were broken, you were a walking corpse wit no more purpose to live.

Thats where the scars on your wrists came from.

You went into the bathroom, a picture of Jason in your lap as you whispered to him that

“Your Ma is coming to you, baby.”

Dick found you, pale, and nearly dead, sitting in a pool of blood. He rushed you to the hospital and you were there for over a week.

You were broken, and you couldn’t be fixed.

About a year after Jason, Bruce bought him another boy, only 13.

You screamed and screamed and Bruce because he was absolutely crazy if he thought that you would let another boy go into danger, and you’d be damned if you allowed it. You yelled at him as Alfred gave the boy some food, and you started crying, because fuck, it hurt, and you missed Jason, and, fuck, Bruce, I can't do this alone.

He hugged you as you both cried, mourning your son together. Then you wiped your tears and went upstairs to the new boy under you roof. You swore that you would protect him, and you started going on patrols from that day on.

Your tradition with Tim started straight away. That day, both of you were playing video games, and eating chips and soft drinks and being overall unhealthy. That’s what you would do on the weekends after he did his homework.

Tim loved when you made him coffee. You and Alfred were both strongly against his high coffee intake, so he had to brew it himself. But on those very rare occasions you made coffee for him, you would make it perfectly. He loved the way you made it, and a sip from your coffee was all he needed to go along his day.

Tim wasn’t happy.

Bruce just brought home an 11-year-old who was his son.

Which meant that Tim was no longer the baby. He didn’t really want to make friends, which was great because neither did Damian.

“I can relate.” Dick chirped as he watched Tim’s scowling form. You looked up at him, confused.

“When Bruce brought home... Jason,” he said the name slowly, and the three boys noticed you flinch.

“You didn’t like him?” You asked, blinking back tears.

“No, it wasn’t that,” Dick chuckled. “It just... he never asked, ya know? It’s like he found a replacement for me. And it kinda sucked.” Dick told you and you looked at Tim and Damian who were having a glowering contest.

“I’m sorry.” You suddenly sobbed, covering your face. Tim shot up, dashing towards you as your body shook.

Dick hugged you as you cried.

“I could never replace you, okay? Never!” You hugged Tim, crying even more. Damian was confused, watching your sobbing form. He didn’t understand why Dick and Tim were so upset by your crying. Talia had described you as a bitch, and yet, as he saw the way you held your boys, he felt that maybe Talia was wrong.

Your tradition with Damian was originally just your Sunday programme.

You would binge watch tv shows like Sherlock or Game of Thrones or Downton Abbey, and suddenly there was a little boy curled up on the opposite couch, watching with you. That’s how you spent your Sundays, watching period dramas.

Damian would crawl into your bed during a thunderstorm. He was afraid of the thunder, and would cuddle up with you or Bruce at night. He said he’d rather with Bruce, but he, like Jason, was a Mama’s boy. He secretly loved when you’d cuddle him and hug him like there was nothing that could take him away from you.

Both he and Tim had noticed, though, that your smile never quite reached you eyes, and that everyday you would disappear for hours at a time, locking yourself in Jason’s room. They knew you how much it affected you, and they tried to make sure you were always happy, and that you never missed Jason.

But how could a mother not miss her child?

You were trembling, scared to go closer, scared to speak, scared to breathe lest he disappear.

He was older, more mature, and even had a white streak in his hair.

But you still recognised him. You’d always recognise your baby.

“Jason?” Your voice cracked and he flinched. He looked up, meeting your eyes. He noticed how much older you looked. His gaze stopped at the scars on your wrists, and he felt guilty.

“Hey, Ma.” He muttered.

You hugged him, pulling him into you as you sobbed.

And then suddenly, you felt well, you felt whole. You felt perfect, not healed, because it was as if there was never a wound to begin with.

You pulled back and gazed at him lovingly, your thumb dancing along his cheek.

“Look at you.” You whispered, kissing his forehead.

“You’re all grown up...”

You laughed, the most genuine laugh your children had heard from you in years, hugging him tightly. He tightened his grip on you, trying to blink back his own tears.

“Oh, Jaybird... I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as he cried.

“Ma...”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby, Mama’s got you.” You hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much, baby.”

It was a few months before Jason stopped being so hostile towards the younger boys.

When Bruce came home at night, he was surprised to see you sleep on your shared bed.

With four black haired boys all curled up around you. Your arms were around Jason, and the other three had managed to slot themselves into any empty spaces they could find, which meant that Damian was on top of you.

With a smile, Bruce quietly slid into the mostly empty side near Jason, managing to wriggle his arms around you, pulling you all into his chest.

A chorus of sleepy groans were heard, which was answered by a laugh from Bruce who then kissed your forehead. Damian moved to climb onto of Bruce as Tim moved on top of you.

You hummed a soothing tune as all five of your boys fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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redhoodieone · 5 years

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It’s Cold in Here Part 7

A/N: And hereeeee is Part 7! Wow, and there is more to come because there are more scary and dangerous things ahead. So, enjoy this part, and wait for the next one.

Warnings: Language.

I woke up around six in the morning because I knew I couldn’t stick around to see and talk to Jason. I quietly got up from his cuddling embrace and got dressed and left without looking back at him. I even snuck around Alfred, who was in the kitchen making coffee, and I got into my car and drove off.

The second I get back to my home, I wash up, shower, and I find myself searching through the kitchen for something to eat. But after not going grocery shopping for a while, I end up eating the last slice of bread with the little spoonful of peanut butter at the bottom of the empty jar.

I then contemplate what to do today. I know I have work tomorrow, and today’s my last day off, and there’s got to be something I could do to stop me from obsessing about tonight’s encounter with the mysterious text messenger.

The fact that I must go alone makes me anxious, but I know I don’t have any other choice. My thoughts are interrupted from a knock on my front door.

Oh my God. Could it be Jason?

Fuck.

I shove the rest of my piece of bread into my mouth, and race to the door. I hesitate to open the door, but once I gain some sort of little confidence, I open the door.

It’s Dick.

My heart starts to pound in my chest. Why is he here? What’s going on?

Dick’s dressed casually; black pants with a white shirt and blue sweater on. His dark hair is gelled and messy like always, and his ocean blue eyes are focused on me.

I move aside and let him inside. The tension between us is awkward and I do feel like there’s a chill between us. It’s as if I just allowed a stranger into my home.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Dick finally asks. The way he says it sounds practiced, and a little heavy. “Please?”

I want to laugh, just to make him feel uncomfortable since he has no problem making me feel uneasy right now. “I guess we have to, right? Since our relationship is pretty much over except for who’s going to end it first,” I say.

“I...I don’t want us to be over. I still love you, and I want you to be with me,” Dick confesses, as he sits down beside me.

“W-what? Dick, you can’t be serious! You’re...into guys too, and you cheated on me. How could I be in a relationship with you after that?” I ask, suddenly feeling ambushed by him.

“You don’t understand, Y/N. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have slept with him and lie to you, but I can’t just break up with you right now. Look, I had a moment of weakness. I fucked up. But it’s not going to happen again. I’m not gay or anything,” Dick continues, as he begins sounding more desperate and nervous.

“I know you’re not gay, Dick. You’re...bisexual. But that’s...that’s not what bothers me. I mean, it did in the beginning but it’s something I can’t change or ignore. What bothers me is that you cheated on me; it’s still cheating when it’s with a woman or a man,” I say, no longer frightened to keep silent. Dick needs to know the truth. “And the fact that you keep wanting us to be together just makes this relationship fake. Why would you want to put me through that?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT BRUCE TO FIND OUT!” Dick yells. He’s clearly afraid, and angry about the whole thing.

Dick begins to cry. He pulls his hair, and cries looking down at the carpet.

“All my life, I had to be perfect. I was supposed to be the best. My earliest days in the circus as the star acrobat along my family, when Bruce molded me into being the perfect sidekick Robin and to be a man a woman deserves. True, I haven’t exactly treated women right from time to time but being with you is something I feel like I was meant to have,” Dick says, wiping his tears away. “But as any perfect creation comes, it comes with flaws. My...sexuality is my fault.”

I feel guilty beyond words. “Dick, don’t say that...”

“It’s true! Imagine what the tabloids would say: ‘Bruce Wayne’s Son Dates Another Man! What Has Happened to Gotham’s Straight Ladies Man?!’ It could destroy our family. It could destroy me. I would be named the ‘queer’ of the family! Or those worse names homosexuals hear.”

“I-I understand your fear and all, but don’t you think you’re overreacting? The world is slowly changing now, because of the LGBTQ communities. Most advocates and activists are speaking out, and most of the time the publicity is positive. Maybe your real fear is coming from you. Maybe you have yet to accept yourself. Not everyone around you is going to think differently of you, especially the ones who love you,” I say, hoping to break through Dick’s strong, stubborn walls. “You can’t keep pretending to be someone you’re not. And you can’t have me pretend to be in love with you.”

Dick’s clear blue eyes look up to me in confusion. “You-you don’t love me anymore?” he asks softly.

“I love you Dick, but...I’m not in love with you anymore. Our relationship...is different now. I know you can’t choose which gender you want for fun or for a serious relationship, but I think you’re torn between what you want to discover and pursue now. This is clearly new to you, and while you figure it all out, maybe you need to be single to do that,” I admit.

Dick breathes heavily. He rubs his eyes, and after a while, he takes my hand and looks at me.

“You’re right, Y/N. You’re right about everything. I...I should have handled this better, but even though I still fucked up, I’m still in love with you and I still want to be with you. My feelings for you haven’t changed at all,” Dick confesses.

“What about Wally?” I finally ask.

“What about him? This isn’t about him. What happened between us doesn’t mean anything. He knows that, and I know that. This is about us. I want a future with you, a family. Did you honestly think I would have all that with him?”

The pain in my stomach hurts more than ever. I know Dick is wrong, and he’s being more ignorant than usual. But arguing right now isn’t going to help us. I suddenly feel tired and very exhausted from this talk. I lean back until I completely lie down on the couch, as my legs are on Dick.

“I’m sorry, I just...don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing. I’m tired, and I think I need to nap,” I say. I sound sleepy and he should know I’m not faking it.

“I’m tired, too,” Dick says, as he kicks off his shoes and lies down behind me.

I don’t want Dick holding me, but when his arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer to him in a hug, that it brings me back to a happy place like in the beginning. His smell, his touch, and his affection makes me fall all over again.

“You-you slept with Jason, right?”

His question startles me at first. “Yes.”

“Was he...better than me?” Dick asks quietly.

It would be easy to tell him the truth; that yes, sex with Jason made me feel more pleasure and love, but I can’t deal with the truth anymore right now.

“It was okay. It was just sex,” I finally say. “You’re better, because you know how to make me feel important.”

Dick’s breathing is calm again, and he holds me tighter. “Good, I-I didn’t want you to have a bad time but just knowing our sex life makes you feel important is more than enough for me.”

I close my eyes. I want to wake up and see that this was all a dream.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Dick?”

“I-I want to spend the night with you. Would that be okay?”

Dick’s practically begging me now. But since I can’t exactly be honest anymore since he refuses to be honest, I realize I have to go to Ace Chemicals alone tonight.

To face the unknown text messenger.

“I actually have to go to Zatanna’s tonight,” I lie, hoping he would buy it. But I mentally slap myself for not talking to Zatanna or Artemis today to make it more believable. With my luck, Artemis might still be hungover with Connor, while Zatanna did in fact sleep with Tim. “Artemis wants a girl’s night to dish on her hookup with Connor. I already accepted the invitation. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I should have known you would already have plans since you’re an amazing girl. I’ll probably hang out with Jay, Tim, and Dami anyways. I’ll just see you in the morning then.”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine,” I agree.

“Let’s just take a nap first. Let’s us forget everything,” Dick says sleepy.

It would be good to forget everything. It would be like all this never happened. No heartbreak. No cheating. No lies. No one-night stand Jason.

Jason?

My feelings for Jason resurface again, because no matter how many times I try to drown them, they just float back up to the surface because they’re un-drownable.

Before I know it, Dick’s already sound asleep.

I guess it’s easy for him to block everything out, while I’m here suffering in silence because my heart and head want to burst.

I know I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I don’t have time to sit and worry about Dick’s denial, or how I have secret feelings for Jason.

Because all I know is that I’m going to finally find out who has been harassing me about Dick, and once I find out who it is...I’m going to end them.

Take them down.

Kick their fucking ass.

And make them regret fucking with me by using threats and fear.

Because when anyone threatens to hurt and destroy those closest to me, they’re just asking for a ticket to die.

And I’ll gladly give them a ticket for death.

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