#evil summer be like 'i hate jason todd'

[jasontoddssuper]

I would have hated Jason if i'd gotten into Batfam earlier because of how annoying and gross a lot of his stans are like what happened with Dabi and Bnha...God that's so cursed

#evil summer be like 'i hate jason todd' #*WORST* timeline. #batcesters todoce/sters and da/rk content blogs dni you're the gross and annoying stans i'm talking about #jason todd #batfam #dabi #bnha geekery #letters from summer #OH I'M ALSO REFFERING TO THE STANS WHO DON'T INCLUDE DUKE CASS AND STEPH

[thebatfamfanatic]

Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

1-

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

2-

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

3-

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

4-

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

5-

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

6-

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd smut #jason todd fluff #dc comics #robin!jason

[ladyanput]

Okay, but Marinette being Jason's soul mate and meeting hin when they're young. Her family is on a business trip to Gotham and the two meet, their worlds exploding into color. They stay in touch as best they can, and telle ach other their identities. Several years later, Marinette is sitting in chem, bores out of her mind, when the colors start to flicker. Then, in an instant, her world is black and white...

Oh.

Oh ho ho ho ho~ You're evil, I like you~

---

Gotham was a very different town from Paris, eleven-year-old Marinette realized this real fast. She gripped her father's hand as they strode through the crowded streets, full of grey. But everything was grey to Marinette. She had yet to find her soulmate.

She gripped her father's hand tighter when her mother pointed out the massive tower up ahead. Wayne Enterprises, the place that asked them to cater their event in a few days.

---

"I hope you don't mind that we brought out daughter, Mr. Wayne, we couldn't find a sitter, and we thought a trip would be a bit fun for her, since it's the beginning of summer." Sabine explained, nervous, but felt herself relax when Bruce Wayne smiled down at their daughter, then leaned down and shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Marinette. My son Jason is in the other room, I think he's around your age. Would you like to meet him?" He asked kindly, so unlike how Marinette was used to addressing children.

"Oui- um, yes please." Marinette's English wasn't the best, but she had practiced so hard. Maybe she'd make a new friend!

Marinette was guided to another room, where a young boy was sitting at a large desk, watching something on the computer. Maybe cartoons?

"Jason, I'd like you to meet Marinette. She's Tom and Sabine's daughter, the people catering the Wayne gala." Bruce explained. He gave his son a warning look when he had shot Marinette a disinterested look and went back to watching the computer. "Jason Peter Todd."

"Fine..." Jason grumbled and got out of his chair, walking over to Marinette. He took her outstretched hand. Then they both froze as the world was soon an explosion of colour. Their eyes met.

"Your eyes are blue." Marinette piped up, her voice trembling slightly. The adults reacted instantly, while Jason found himself smiling.

---

The next few days, Marinette and Jason were inseparable. They talked and shared their interests, though they hated when they had to go their separate ways in the evenings.

"Since we're soulmates, do I have to kiss you?" Jason spoke up suddenly when he and Marinette were sitting in Bruce Wayne's library, looking at comic books they had never had the chance to truly enjoy.

"I..." Marinette felt her cheeks go red, but she thought hard. "Not of you don't want to. We are soulmates, but that doesn't mean we have to kiss each other right away."

"Are you sure?" Jason wrinkled his nose slightly. He didn't really want to kiss her, at least, not yet.

"You don't have to kiss me, Jason.. Don't force yourself." She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. "I can wait."

"Thanks, Mari. I appreciate it." Jason murmured, giving her hand a squeeze in return.

---

Marinette and her family extended their stay that summer. And when they returned to Paris, she and Jason messaged each other every day.

"Next summer, I want you to be here for my birthday." Jason spoke up suddenly, blushing. He didn't know why he was getting so flustered around her, but he was. "Please? Thirteen is a pretty big age for a kid."

"... I'd love to." Marinette's voice was shaky, her face going crimson. "Are you really sure you want me there?"

"Who else would I want?"

---

And she went back to Gotham the moment summer break started. She was greeted at Wayne Manor by Jason, who scooped her up into a big hug and twirled her.

The birthday party was a big one, Alfred and Marinette worked on his birthday cake together, Dick helped her wrap done gifts. It was a good day.

The best part for Marinette was when Jason walked with her outside, then kissed her just as the sun had set. Then he told her that he was pretty sure he loved her. She shyly admitted it back.

It wasn't romantic, but it was a new love that Marinette was sure would grow into something beautiful.

---

Marinette had gone back to school with a grin on her face and a flutter in her heart. Her and Jason's parents had agreed that she could start spending entire summers over in Gotham, starting with next summer!

She was doodling on the edge of her page, which was already littered with hearts, when she froze.

Everything was grey.

She couldn't see the colours anymore.

Marinette dropped her pencil and was on her feet in an instant. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"Marinette?" Her teacher had turned to look at her, concern on his face as he made his way over to her.

"I can't see the colours anymore..." Marinette's voice trembled, and the teacher's face went a bit pale. "Why can't I see the colours anymore?!"

She was taken to the principal's office soon after and her parents were called.

Marinette kept frantically trying to call Jason the entire time, unable to stop crying.

When her parents arrived, they looked as if they had been crying. It was then they broke the news to her.

Jason had died.

She collapsed to her knees and began to scream.

Her colour, her light, her love... He was gone.

Taglist: @vixen-uchiha @ravennightingaleandavatempus @2sunchild2 @crazylittlemunchkin @bee-wrecker @souleateralicestein @loysydark @kceedraws @realrandomposts

#maribat #jasonette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng

[skyeofloxlay]

Personality / Brief history / important things about MC / Reader for my fanfics or when I make requests.

Okay, I decided to do this more for myself when I make a request to someone, but this is also useful to let you know a little more about the MC / "reader" of my fanfics.

The MC is a cis-woman of almost 1.60cm in height, (age may vary) but generally the age will be between 20 and 23. She is heterosexual/straight (I don't know if there is a difference between the two things, but I don't understand why I would have two words for the same thing) and usually in fanfics she has never had a boyfriend before the character she will be together with (be it Jake (Duskwood), Jason (Todd), Spencer (Reid) or any other character). 

She was born in Brazil and lived a large part of her life there, and depending on what story she is in, she makes an interchange trip abroad because of college, and because of that she lives far from her family and lives alone, but she has her faithful companion, a male Schnauzer dog (his name in fanfics is undetermined.)

MC has always been a lonely person, because after several events in the past she does not trust people easily, and the only people she does trust are her family, but she still has trouble talking about her problems to them.

Furthermore, MC is a very shy, introverted, anti-social person and suffers from social phobia, which of course, is a perfect combo to be an alien in society and not be able to make friends, even if she wants to.

MC also doesn't know where it all started from, but she does know that she has probably suffered from anxiety for many, many years, even though she only discovered it a short time ago, and went to get help even less time ago.

Because of anxiety, she ends up being stuck in her own world, or I should call it, hell itself. Her mind is a mess, bad, unreal and meaningless thoughts invade her mind all the time, and because she has been this way for so long without help and not knowing what to do, her situation has worsened to the point where her anxiety starts to change into a depressive anxiety.

However, as much as she has been suffering with her own mind for years, she can always count on her family whenever she needs them, even if they are distant from each other, they are inseparable. 

Her father, as much as he doesn't understand most of the things she goes through, supports her and wants the best for MC, and so he does what he can to help MC pay for psychological treatment, and even though he doesn't understand, he always makes her smile and laugh, even when the situations are bad, even though he was always busy because of work, he always did what he could to be together, even in the simplest things, like family lunch, playing video games, watching movies, shopping together.

Her mother, on the other hand, has been through similar things like MC, and always try to help her the way she can, always speaking encouraging words, helping MC to do her things when she couldn't, sleeping next to the MC when she couldn't sleep because of anxiety, always being by her side, always supporting any decision, no matter the situation, MC's mom will always be there to hear her, either to hear about something that MC wants to do a lot or when she has some fear. 

And there is also her younger brother (3 years younger), as much as they ended up arguing for silly things, he is her best friend, maybe her only true friend, always having fun together doing what they like, protecting each other, always being one for another, even when it was not known which words were right to say.

MC is blessed to have such an amazing family, and as much as she couldn't say "I love you, you are everything to me" to them, she loved them with all her heart and soul, and she couldn't say what would happen to her if she lost them, but probably something really bad would happen.

As much as it seemed that MC doesn't care about other people, maybe looking selfish and boring to others, she cares a lot about others, but she knows that this is also one of the big reasons why she suffers from anxiety, caring for others more than for herself, and for her own mental health, she had to try not to think so much about the problems of the world that she cannot solve. 

Some people may think that she was wrong in doing this, but she wanted to have some sanity, even if little and trying to recover, than to go crazy with things that are impossible to fix, at least impossible for her to fix.

(Some other things about MC, but now simpler, because I'm out of time and too lazy, help me)

- Very distracted

- Very clumsy

- Nerd

- Dreamer / lost in her own world

- Impulsive

- Impatient

- Think too much about everything

- Studious

- Lonely

- Forgotten

- Problems with deadlines, do everything at the last minute.

- Avoid fights / arguments with people she doesn't know, but if it's someone close and it's a silly fight, she'll defend that she's right until the end, if she's wrong in the fight, she'll just be quiet for a while. If it is a serious fight, she will argue for some time until the tears stop her from continuing, and then she will be silent for a long time.

- Too stubborn

- Sarcastic with the closest people

- Always try to look for the good in people, but it is impossible for her to achieve kindness in certain people.

- Pessimistic

- Very sensitive / hurts / cries easily

- Perfectionist

- Very insecure

- She cannot express in words what she feels for other people

Likes:

Chocolate

Coffee

Rainy days

Winter

Music (Mainly, pop and  rock)

To drive

Flowers

Taking pictures (mainly of landscapes)

Animals

Old things, like things related to the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s, or things from centuries ago

History

Books

Learn things

Horror stuff (games, books, movies)

Mystery

Horseback riding

Nature

Farms

See the city lights at night

Night

Games (both video games and board / cards)

Comics, Movies, Series etc about Superheroes

Mexican food

Travel

Psychology / Understanding the human mind

Buy drawing materials and books (even though she will never use / read them)

Big clothes

Wind

Ride a bike

Explore Abandoned Places

Dislikes:

Summer

Hot days

Insects

Spiders

Her mind

Who annoy her

People fighting

See things or people comment on things related to death or illness

Having to be patient

Who speak ill of her family

Working in a group

That people belittle her feelings

Parties

People

Delays

Alcoholic beverages

Buy clothes

Make up

High heels

Short dresses

Physics

Fears / Phobias / Things that bother her:

Spiders

Falling / High height

To drown

Die

Getting seriously ill

Dark / Night

To sleep

People

Speak in public

Losing her family

Stay alone

Crowds

Closed places

Tight clothes (Because she feels they are suffocating her)

Arrive late

Forget things

Having a car accident

Never be loved / Stop being loved

Future

May her fears come true

Skills:

- To draw

- Write

- Cook

- Game programming 

- Sing

- Play keyboard and guitar

- To compose

- To dance

Hobbies:

Basically, it's her skills + reading + playing video games + taking pictures of the landscape.

Job:

Usually she either works as a waitress in a coffee shop or works in a supermarket (working at the checkout or replacing products on shelves)

As much as many find it strange, MC is very happy in her work, and does not mind working in "simple" jobs (basically jobs that earn little), and as much as she doesn't have much money, just enough to live reasonably well, she is happy with what she has and doesn't care about the money.

College: 

She studies digital game design

I think that's it, there are some other things that I only do when I'm writing specific situations, for example, MC's opinions on certain subjects, and honestly I don't have time at the moment to make the MC's different opinions, and just say that she tries to be as neutral as she can, because she knows that extremes are never good, and that when asked which side she is in a situation (depending on what it is, but usually she says), she says doesn't have a side because it doesn’t identify herself by either side, because both are extreme, and this usually leads people to think that it’s on the fence, but it’s not like that, it’s more or less. "You were teleported to a place, there are two paths, one on the right and the other on the left, at the beginning of each of these paths there is a person, each talking about their paths and talking about why their path is the best of than the other and why you should follow their path. And then you must make a choice of which path to follow " But MC does not agree with either side, and will not wait there to see which side gives her the best benefit as many would do, she goes there and moves on, where there is no path, where there is no one, because she doesn't want to be on anyone's side, she wants to make her own opinions, and not follow what a group is saying. 

Oh, and one of the philosophies she follows is of yin and yang, which says something like "There is good and there is evil, both need each other to exist, there is no good without evil, and no there is evil without good, and that nothing can be completely good or evil, since, however small, there is evil in good, and there is good in evil. "

Some phrases she would say:

"You can say anything about me, but don't come and talk about my family"

"I can't always do it, but I always try to be balanced, because I know that nothing comes out of extremism, no matter which side."

"I'm a Christian, I may not have proofs but I believe in God, but I don't believe everything in the Bible because it was made by humans, and I know that many of them used and still use people's faith to do very bad things . "

"Sorry, but I suck at remembering names, in fact, I suck at remembering."

"Shit, I knew I was forgetting something."

"I hate logic, most of these things don't make any sense!"

"At least I have you with me here DN" (DN = dog name)

"There is nothing that is not so bad that it cannot get worse"

"I think I celebrated too soon"

"I sleep! But no matter what I do, I will be forever sleepy!"

"No matter what I do, my thoughts disturb me from the moment I wake up until bedtime, and even while I'm asleep. And it happens every day."

"Sometimes ... I think ... people would be better off if I didn't exist. I just hinder and hurt people." 

"I don't know when or how it started, I just know that I have been scared forever"

"I don't do it because I want to! It's not my fault if I'm easily distracted"

"I think writing is the only way to say what I feel"

"Yes, I know, I'm crazy, you don't have to tell me that"

"I'm not a normal person. Maybe I'm not even a human? What if I'm an alien and I don't know? A synthetic human? A robot with high artificial intelligence that is identical to that of humans?"

"I don't like to be afraid, but I love to see and read horror stuff."

"I love old things, they are so fascinating"

"What day is it today?"

"I just wanted to have a little courage that other people have"

"I have no hope of anything, as always, every time I had hope, very bad things happened, close people and pets died when I had hope that they would survive. For me, hope has long since died."

"I think, in a way, I am a miracle, just like my brother. I mean, it was almost impossible for my mom to have a baby, and look, here I am."

"I'm not cute!"

"I'm not short, I'm average height, it's the rest of the people who are very tall"

(Maybe I wrote a lot? Did I overdo it?)

Sorry if there is something confusing or errors in English 

#I don't know what to put here

[dahvangogh]

and empty words are evil| jason todd x oc

[ prologue | one | two | three ]

[ao3 link]

[tr: mentions of violence and rape]

Prologue

“I let you die. To save myself, I let you die.

That is the danger in keeping company with survivors.”  

― Leigh Bardugo , Ninth House

6 years ago – Central Park, New York

Running had always helped clear her mind so she could later decide if to do something or not. She had always been a bit impulsive, acting on the spur of the moment and then regretting it. So, as a result, one day her grandfather had sat her down and gave her the best advice she had ever gotten.

“If you cannot concentrate, or decide what to do, just ran. It helps, sweetheart. It keeps you centered, and your mind much cleared than when you started.” her grandpa, who had served in the Vietnam War and had days where his eyes became all unfocused or glassy, had said while patting her cheek.

So that’s what Grace Henderson did every time she was troubled, and it did work.

The previous day, she had been offered the opportunity to do some volunteering in another country for the summer. However, she also had started the paperwork to do a summer initiation course on her future university, Gotham University, and now she was in a crossroads.

Does she accept the opportunity to do some good in the world, while also helping her curriculum look better for future job interviews? Or does she participate in the summer course, so she can meet her future colleagues, perhaps even make friends –which wasn’t her forte– and beginning her university life in a much smoother way?, she pondered.

So, just 15 minutes before, she finally decided that she needed to do some running to set this out once and for all. She quickly sent a message to her mom telling her she was off for a run and that she had nothing to worry about.

Then, Grace put on her yoga pants, a matching bra sport with a white shirt over it and tied her long black hair in a high ponytail. When she was done, she tied her shoelaces as tightly as possible –she hated stopping to tie them– and then pressed play on her running playlist. All set up, she jogged softly towards Central Park.

“The perks of living in Manhattan,” she sighed happily.

When she arrived, the fact that not many people were around caught her attention. Even though that was normal for a Friday late evening –closer to nighttime as it was–it still was much more deserted than usual. Grace felt uneasy, her gut telling her to go home and leave it for another day, that running alone in such a big park and with not many people being around was the perfect scenario for something bad to happen. However, she put those paranoid thoughts aside and tried to reason with herself that the fewer people, the better.

“No one will interrupt and make you stop while you wait for them to clear the path.” The brunet reasoned with herself. “Stop being so paranoid, what could possibly happen? Would a tree fall in your head? C’mon!”

So, she ignored her gut and started running, leaving the more crowded area to the biggest and more secluded park zone.

–    –    –

Grace would like to say that she fought hard, that she was brave and screamed for help as loud as possible.

But she just cried the first days and then went unresponsive.

She was in such a shock, because, how could this happen to her?

And, why her?

Why did it have to happen to her?

Throughout the first night of her kidnapping, her abusers did the absolute worst to her. The rape and the subsequent torture and beating were almost unbearable for her, after all she had never had a high pain tolerance. She cried and begged them to stop, but that only seemed to make them go a step further. Eventually, Grace couldn’t stand it anymore and her mind went into lockdown. It completely shut it all out for her, no more pain, no more cries, nothing.

Despite that, in her sort of lucid moments, all of her hurt.

Her heart.

Her body.

Her soul.

And she felt so dirty, so revolting.

So, on the third night, Grace asked her kidnappers for just one thing. They already had had their fun with her, right? They could give her just this one thing.

“Just kill me already, please. I can’t–” She had begged, her voice tinted with pain and suffering. “I just want to get out.”

–    –    –

Grace was left for dead in Sodus Point Beach Park, near the white lighthouse, after being stabbed twenty times. Her body had been wrapped in a red carpet. The perpetrators had discarded her as if she was trash, like throwing away a Kleenex after using it.

Some stabs were deep, but other cuts on her as the one on the neck –horizontal, as if they had planned to cut her head off but thought better – were superficial enough to not make her choke on her own blood.

That night, while waiting for the moment she would finally die, she managed to pull her head out of the carpet. Laying wounded and with her spirit broken, she almost cried from happiness when she saw the stars on the sky. Something so insignificant that usually she would have never paid much attention. Wherever she was, the pollution wasn’t as serious as in Manhattan, because the stars shined brighter than she had ever seen them.

A shooting star crossed the sky.

“Look, a falling star! Make a wish, Gracie!” she swore she could almost hear what her mother had said, back then when they had gone camping and watched the stars while eating roasted marshmallows on the campfire. “Quick, quick!”

So, she asked for something.

“To be strong, so I can survive this.” Through her tears, which she seemed unable to stop now, she saw how the falling star appeared again but this time with a bright green-bluish glow. “I really don’t want to die… but I needed it to be over.”

She waited.

But wait a minute, was it just her or the fucking thing was starting to look like it was falling upon her?  

It didn’t cross the star as the falling star she had seen when little, who had been quick and going horizontal. This one was falling vertical, as if straight to Earth. Towards where she was.

It came closer, then even much closer, and she tried not to laugh at the irony of dying not of her wounds but because of a fucking meteorite.

She really was an unlucky bitch.

Grace closed her eyes when the green bluish light became almost too much to bear, it even burned as if she was sunbathing, and with a painful sigh, she accepted death.

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[oneshot-wxnderland]

Jail Break | Jason Todd

summary: Jason and Y/n get detention on the last day of school but decide to put aside their differences to break out

category: fluff

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          It was the last day of school. The day you've been waiting for for the past nine months. And today was that day. The hours dragged by, taunting you as every minute seemed to last longer than the previous one.

          You could argue that it wasn't your fault, that it was all a misunderstanding. You were just going along with your friend to make sure that she didn't get herself in trouble.... well, even more trouble. But you couldn't help yourself from joining in on the fun as you both took scooters from the gym closet on a freedom ride down the halls.

          Needless to say, you were caught. Your friend had always been quicker than you, so when the principal was about to turn around and spot you she took her scooter and ran, leaving you to the wolves.

          And here you are: detention. Was it even possible to get detention on the last day of school? You took a deep breath and opened the door.

          Inside was your worst nightmare: three of the people you had been planning on spending your summer forgetting about. You walked past Ben Jeikin, the egotistical, meat headed jock, with your eyes lowered. You tried your hardest not to make eye contact with Louis Hoger, the gross gamer who has asked you out, in a very rude and vulgar way, on multiple occasions. Which saved the worst for last: Jason Todd.

          For the entirety of the four years you had known him, you had never seen his face without that smirk. It seemed he had never gone a day with out either teasing or flirting with you, in most cases both. He was that type of person that everyone was either scared of, envious of, or lustful after.

          He sat in the very back, feet propped up on the desk in front of him, head tilted back, watching you through half lidded eyes. That stupid smirk.

          You chose the desk by the window that was the farthest from all of them. Reaching down to your backpack, you grabbed out your book and lost yourself in another world.

          "So," a voice startles you and you gasp. You lower your book to see the one and only Jason sitting backwards in the desk in front of you. "How did Little Miss Teachers' Pet find herself in detention?"

          Your eyes automatically narrowed in a glare, then returned to the novel in your hands. But then it wasn't in your hands anymore.

          "Hey!" You reach for it but Jason holds it away from you.

          "What are you reading...(fav book)?" He starts reading the synopsis, then continues in obvious sarcasm, "Sounds good."

          "Yes that's why I'm reading it." You snap at him. "Now give it back."

          "No, I think I'll hold onto it for a bit, it seems like an enticing read."

          He holds it out of your reach and you would in no way jump for it like he wanted you to. His face was one of pleased mischief, while yours was one of murder.

          "Give me my book back, Todd." The malice in your voice did seem like a bit much for his simple teasing, but something about him just rubbed you the wrong way. That added to you being stuck in detention on the last day of school made for a deadly combination.

          "Todd, huh? You remind me of someone at the moment."

          "We'll then why don't you go and think about that at your own desk."

          "Hey! You two, no talking."

          The detention teacher finally decided to join us.

          Mr. Idiatt is the history teacher and everyone hates him. He doesn't even teach us anything he just complains on how our generation is ruining the world.

          "And Mr. Todd, turn around."

          Jason waits longer than anyone else would have dared before he complies, failing to return your book before he does so.

          "Now since you deviants were somehow unaware of the schools new Zero Tolerance, Maximum Punishment Policy, you are to remain quiet for the next hour. No phones, no talking, no eating. If for some reason you deem it necessary to break one of these rules a half hour will be added to your time."

          This new policy was insane. I feel like if I sneeze too loud I’ll be given a life sentence.

          You hear Jason noisily flipping the pages of your book. Sitting there in your rage, you try to reach over his shoulder and grab it.

          "Ms. Y/L/N, I do trust that you won't bother Mr. Todd during our time here. That just got you another half hour."

           Your mouth falls open in shock and Jason's shoulders are shaking with the laughter he's trying to contain.

          "I'm going to go and get something from the teacher's lounge, you are to remain silent. If I hear one peep coming from this room it will be an extra hour."

          As soon as the door closes, Jason stands up.

          "What are you doing?" You whisper yell at him and he rolls his eyes.

          "Oh please, he couldn't hear us if we were yelling in his ear." Jason saunters over to get his bag, putting your book inside it and then coming back over to where you were watching him with suspicion.

          "What are you doing?" He reaches down to grab your backpack and hangs it over his shoulder. "And what are you doing with my stuff?"

          "Come on I'm breaking us out of here," he says with an eye roll.

          "What?" You exclaim and then lower your voice so as to notice heard from the teachers lounge. "I'm not ditching."

          "See that's what I thought you'd say." Jason stands in front of your desk and you have to crane your neck to look him in the eyes. "Now, I'm going to leave no matter what, and I can't have you here to rat me out, so you're coming with."

          "Even if we were going to do this - which we're not, by the way - how do suppose we get out of here without getting caught?"

          "You know this school pretty well, you have any ideas?" He makes it sound as if it you had the school’s layout memorized and escape routes highlighted.

          "We could stay here and not get into more trouble," you suggest and he waves you off.

          "Let me rephrase that. Any ‘non-stuck-up-nerd-who's-going-to-die-a-virgin’ ideas?"

          "I'm not going to die a virgin," you argue.

          "Not if I can help it," he says and winks at you. You open your mouth to retaliate but he cuts you off. "Now that we have that settled, I suggest we come up with a plan before Idiot comes back."

          "I'm not doing it."

          "Well then I'll just have to take your stuff with me and you won't be able to get it until next fall." He nods his head to your backpack on his shoulder. "Your phone is in here, I believe?"

          After a glaring contest, well more like you glaring and him gloating, your resolve breaks down with a sigh.

          "Fine, how do we do this?" He gives and evil grin and sits down like was before. 

          "Ever seen The Great Escape?"

          "We're not tunneling our way out."

          "Well there goes my idea."

          Footsteps sounded from the hallway and Jason spins around to face forward, smoothly slipping the bags off his shoulder.

          "Looks like you've all managed to keep your faces out of your phones for ten seconds." Mr. Idiatt sits at his desk and peers at us. "You see back in my day we didn't have..."

          And thus begins another rant.

          In front of you Jason sighs and tips his head back, eyes closed and muttering something along the lines of disembowelment. Hoping he's let his guard down a little, you slowly inch your hand closer to his bag.

          Your fingers had just grabbed the zipper when his hand, fast as lightning, closes over yours and brings it up next to his face.

          "If I were you," he mumbles, staring straight ahead while you just looked at him, a whole assortment of emotions storming around inside of you. "I wouldn't try that again."

           He lets go of your hand and the sudden loss of warmth shocks you.

          The classroom phone rings and he answers it, his expression quickly contorting into one of anger. "What do you mean my car's being towed?" He exclaims as his face gets red as a tomato. He doesn't even threaten you four before he storms out of the room.

          "And how did you manage that?" You ask Jason as he puts the bags back on his shoulders.

          "I have my ways." He smirks at you and pulls you up out of your chair. "Now come on, let's go."

          Seeing no point in arguing further, you follow him to the door and wait while he surveys the area.

          "Can we come?" Ben asks.

          "No." You and Jason say at the same time, making the latter glance back at you.

          "What? If we're going to do this we might as well not get caught. Ben's cocky and Louis is clumsy."

          Jason turns fully to look at you with a quizzical expression. "You are an evil genius in the making, you known that right?"

          You shrug.

          "And how many times have you said that I'm cocky?"

          "That's different, Ben would just want to show off while you know when you're good at something and know how to do it right." You say offhandedly, looking past him into the hallway.

          "You pay a lot of attention to me, don't you?" he asks, his smug expression concealing the bubble of genuine happiness rising n his chest.

          "Only when you hold the fate of my evening in your hands." The hallways were empty now, time to go. "All clear."

          "Just so you know, I do have it in my power to make your evening... unforgettable."

          "If you're going to try to seduce me could you at least wait until after we're free?" At that he genuinely smiles at you. "Now let's go."

          He follows you as you both creep down the halls.

          "I like this side of you." Jason whispers, as you both tiptoe around looking for any signs of life. You're about to turn a corner when Jason yanks you into a janitors closet and closes the door behind him.

          "What ar-"

          He cuts you off with a hand on your mouth.

          "Someone is coming," he whispers in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine.

          You were pressed up against each other seeing as how the closet was just that, a closet.

          "Are they gone yet?" You ask him impatiently.

          Jason peers out through a slit in the door, nodding when the coast was clear.

          "Alright let's go," you start to open the door but Jason pulls it back shut.

          "You may know the hallways, but I know the passageways." You look at him confused and he maneuvers you both so that he can feel around on the back wall before pulling on a doorknob you hadn't seen before and opens up a staircase leading to the basement.

         "How did you...?"

         "Like you said, I'm good at what I do." He winks at you. "Now the vents in the basement run directly up to the staff room, so try not to trip or brake anything."

          "Then lead the way."

          Jason hands you your phone so that you can both use them as flashlights and make your way down the stairs. They become your only source of light as you try and navigate your way through the maze of the basement.

          "So why do you hate me so much?" He asks you.

          "What happened to being quiet?" you whisper back at him.

          "Those old bags won't hear us talking, just a loud bang or crash would do it."

          You carefully maneuver around a table and Jason picks the conversation back up. "So, why do you hate me?"

          "All you do is tease me and you don't care about anything," you say and he grabs your wrist to stop you.

          "That's not true. The teasing part yes, because you get all frustrated and it's adorable, really, but I do care about things," he states.

          "What kinds of things?" You challenge him and he lets you go.

          "Things that aren't important right now," he retorts, suddenly cold and closed off. You turn back around and continue on.

          "Well if you really cared about things it would be obvious and-" you trip over something and he catches you.

          "I thought I was making it pretty obvious," he says as he holds you to his chest. 

          "Well, clearly not since I can't name one thing that you care about-"

          His lips land on yours and your eyes widen in surprise. Forgetting yourself in his embrace, you kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck, finally giving in to all the feeling you had been repressing for so long. Jason pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. He slowly pulls away, but not far enough to greater the distance between you two.

          "You." He says and you become confused, trying to recall what you were talking about before your mind got scattered.

          "What?"

          "I care about you."

          You search his eyes and smile before pulling him back to you.

          Finally. you had made it to the parking lot, hand in hand.

          "Here," he hands you back your bag. "Now that we have some extra time on our hands, would you like to go out with me?"

          "I don't know, I have a lot of things to do," you say with a coy grin and he laughs.

          "Yeah, I'm sure." He starts walking over to his motorcycle, before you remember that he still has something of yours.

          "Wait, my book," you call over to him.

          "Well if you want it back," he tells you, extending a second helmet to you. "I guess you'll just have to take me up on my offer."

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[chibinightowl]

Roll the Dice

Prompt:

I am a dragon who collects pretty things, you're a kind local game shop owner who always shows me the prettiest dice when I come in and I'm not sure if you're staring at me because you can see through my glamour AU.

Because I just HAD to post something today. Jason’s been going through a lot of crap in the comics recently, so our boy needs some love today! Happy Birthday, Jason! Beta read by @comicroute

~*~*~

The little set of bells over the door jingled as a customer walked into the small shop. Jason barely glanced up from his book, a pencil in hand as he underlined sentences and scribbled in the margins. “Welcome,” he said by rote, barely glancing at the dark haired young man who’d just entered. Classes may have just ended for the summer, but the life of a literature graduate student was never ending. Too many books, not enough time.

Luckily the owner of the game shop didn’t mind if he read on the clock, not as long as everything was clean and where it belonged. Weekdays were slow as hell while the weekends could be described as a Category 5 hurricane. Thank god he only had to close because if there was one thing Jason hated, it was dealing with people. The worst of the chaos was over and long gone by this time his shift started, leaving only the most dedicated of RPG gamers at the table in the back of the store.

Those guys he could deal with. They were polite and always took the hint that when Jason started taking out the trash it was time for them to leave.

The customer stopped right in front of the counter Jason sat behind and knelt, staring intently at the dice that were kept there along with some of the more collectible items the owner sold. He lowered his book and waited, wondering which dice he’d be asked to take out for closer inspection. The man was mostly hidden in front of the counter, but his horns rose up high enough for Jason to see clearly.

Wait, what? Horns?

This was a game shop so Jason was used to seeing some odd characters, and considered himself an oddity as well, but horns were something new. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to make sure he was seeing things clearly.

Yep. Those were horns. Not those costume horns that some of the cosplayers wore when they game in for an event either, or even the plastic ones that one of the regular gamers wore on their headbands.

These were honest to god horns, rising right up out of the man’s mop of black hair knelt in front of the display case. Jason could hear him cooing over the dice, muttering something about pretty shinies.

“Uh, can I help you with something?” he asked, leaning over slightly to get a better look. It wasn’t often that his second sight kicked in like this. The last time it did, it was because of the nest of pixies that had started roosting in the stairwell leading up to the roof of his cheap apartment building. They loved the milk Jason left for them and gave him gifts of little stones and coins they found out on the streets.

The coins were useful; the rocks, not so much.

A pair of icy blue eyes glanced up at Jason, pupils slit like a cat’s. “Sorry, I always get distracted by the dice when I come to shops like these,” the horned man said, standing upright. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“You new to the area then?” Jason asked. “I haven’t seen you in here before. Unless you’re a weekender…”

The man nodded, his horns bobbing easily despite the added weight on his slender neck. “New to Gotham, actually. I’ll be starting at Gotham University as an adjunct professor for the fall semester.”

“That’s almost three months away,” Jason said, eyeing the man closely. What was he? He seemed friendly enough, even personable, which was just all kinds of off for the supernatural creatures that made Gotham their home. “Besides, you look a bit young to be a professor.”

Sharp fangs glistened under the fluorescent lights as the man grinned. “I hear that all the time. Trust me when I say I’m older than I look.”

Jason tried not to stare, which was really hard because chances were likely this was a being who could eat him and not blink an eye over it. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said instead and gestured to the case. “Is there anything in here I can take out for you?”

The horned man’s gaze dropped to the case, then flickered back up to Jason. “Yes, actually there is. Those teal dice, can I get a better look at them?”

~*~*~

Tim wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the young man from the game shop he’d wandered into after settling into the old brownstone that he’d rented for his time in Gotham. One thing he did know was that buying those teal dice had been a no brainer after he got a good look at the other man’s eyes.

Those were eyes that saw much more than they let on. And if the slightly elevated heart rate and the startled scent that tickled his nose were right, then he’d seen right through Tim’s glamour.

A glamour that had been carefully crafted and honed to protect him in the human world for more than three centuries. Even amongst the Fae, a dragon stood out.

So the fact that a human saw him for who he was made him curious. Very curious. It was entirely possible the man didn’t know he was Fae-touched. Which, considering the shock of white hair on his brow, was surprising.

The next week, he went back to the shop to get a closer look at the interesting human. And, just like before, Tim found himself distracted by all the colorful dice in the display case. This happened to him every single time he walked into a game store. It didn’t matter that these were just pieces of resin and plastic, hardly anything a dragon of his caliber should notice. The shine, glitter, and glimmering colors made his fingers itch and his hoarding instincts rise to the surface.

He had plenty of dice and game pieces in his hoard, many of which he’d even carved himself and, with a little bit of magic, melted his scales around to create a rich, shimmery blue that reminded him of the ocean meeting the evening sky. Those were priceless.

These little pieces of plastic were not.

But the colors…ruby reds that glinted with gold, sea green melded together with the emerald of a forest, blacks shot through with silver. If the smaller dice were bad, then the larger 20-sided dice were the worst. Tim spotted a new one he hadn’t seen last week, a teal colored one that perfectly matched the odd human’s eyes.

He had to have it.

“You must really like dice,” the human said, interrupting Tim’s covetous thoughts.

Looking up, Tim saw the young man was leaning over the counter to watch him, a smirk teasing the corners of his lips. He swallowed hard, staring into those vibrant eyes that were so out of place on a mere mortal. What was he?

“I like the colors,” Tim admitted as he stood to gaze at the human on more level ground. “The palettes have changed so much since I first started playing.”

A dragon who played Warlocks and Wizards. What was this world coming to?

“Never played myself, but you’re hardly the first person to wander in here and get distracted by them. Although I think you’re the first one I’ve heard call them shinies.”

Tim bit his lip and tried not to laugh. “How can you work in a place like this and not play?”

The young man shrugged his broad shoulders. “I started working here as a favor to the owner when I was about 18. He was having problems with some of the kids stealing things and since I’m a former thief, he thought I might be able to scare the crap out of them.”

“How does that logic work?” Tim couldn’t help asking. “I understand the whole ‘takes a thief to catch a thief’, but the rest?”

“He’s known me for almost a decade now. If I spotted some asshole putting something they hadn’t paid for in their pockets, I’d just pick it right back out before they left. Besides, I have no interest in any of the stuff here and the boss knows it. I think it’s all crap for people with too much money and time on their hands.”

Tim let himself laugh at the clearly disgusted expression on the human’s face. “I might be willing to argue that point, but since I’m about to drop some more money in here, that defeats the purpose.”

“Whatever rocks your world,” the human replied, his smirk morphing into a brief grin that did incredible things to his eyes. Tim wanted to fall into them and explore their depths.

Not yet, though. He needed to assess and strategize first, as well as find out some more information about this intriguing person. For that, he needed his name.

“I can think of a lot of things that do,” Tim said easily and pointed at the large 20-sided dice. “Like that. I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Drake.”

His current pseudonym rolled off his tongue. Ironically, it was closer to his real name than any of the other names he’d gone by over the centuries.

The human unlocked the case and offered him a crooked half smile as he knelt to retrieve the dice. “Jason Todd.”

How did that saying go? Oh, yes. Bingo.

~*~*~

Jason didn’t see Tim again until the following week when he wandered in on a Thursday night about twenty minutes before closing time. It would be a big fat lie to say he hadn’t been thinking about the man off and on over the last week. The horns and slitted blue eyes captured his attention like nothing else, making Jason switch up his usual reading material to tackle Spenser’s The Faerie Queen. It seemed appropriate, even if epic poetry gave him a headache.

He kind of wished there was a bestiary that was actually accurate for the supernatural. By all rights, Tim looked like some kind of demon, but he didn’t feel inherently evil or dark. That and he’d first come into the shop in the middle of the day, so there went the Dark Fae idea he’d tossed around and quickly rejected. His sight was more than just vision, but intuition too, which came in handy when he lived on the streets.

“Hello, Jason,” Tim said as he entered. “You’re always here when I come in. Don’t you ever get a day off?”

Jason set aside his book and nervously fiddled with his glasses. Small talk? Really? “I try and pick up as many hours as I can in the summer between school terms. Makes the owner happy since he doesn’t have to hire anyone else.”

“It must pick up quite a bit, what with everyone out for the summer. Do you guys host any of those card games the kids seem to like?”

This was so surreal. Jason nodded and pointed toward the right of the door at all the fliers that hung there. “We have those and some tabletop gaming. Wizards and Warlocks, I think?”

“Wizards and Warriors,” Tim corrected with a smile. A hint of fang peeked out from under his lip and Jason cleared his throat, looking away as something tightened in his chest.

“So, what brings you in tonight?” Jason asked, shoving aside the strange feeling. He pointedly tapped his fingers on the countertop.

Sure enough, Tim’s gaze was directed to the gaming dice and other paraphernalia in the glass display. It was rather amusing how easy it was to distract him, kind of like giving a crow something shiny.

“I’m here for a rulebook,” Tim replied after a long moment, clearly fighting the impulse to get a better look. “I don’t think I packed it.”

“Isn’t that stuff online?” Jason rose from his stool and stepped around the counter to head toward the back of the shop where all the gaming books were carefully arranged and alphabetized. Games may not be his thing, but books were books.

Tim followed after him on silent feet. “Yes, but I like having something to hold on to. The online materials make things a lot easier, I’ll admit that, but you could say I’m a bit old-fashioned.”

Jason wondered how old Tim really was. This was the second allusion he’d made to being older than he looked.

“Well, everything we have is right here, so knock yourself out. If we don’t have what you’re lookin’ for, I can order it, but it’ll probably be faster if you do it yourself.”

There was that flash of fang again as Tim picked up one of the books and started to flip through it. “Now where’s the fun in that? There’s a certain amount of joy in the hunt, in seeking out whatever it is you’re searching for.”

Jason had no words with which to reply, so he simply shrugged and walked back to the counter. The entire way, he would have sworn he felt Tim’s weighted gaze on him, but when he sat back down and picked up his own book, the other man was immersed in his own. A shiver prickled its way down his spine. He had the distinct feeling Tim had not been speaking about a book when he said he was on the hunt.

~*~*~

Tim growled and paced around his bedroom, his claws digging into the palm of his hands. What under the light was wrong with him? He’d come to Gotham to work, to find some relief from the monotonous tedium that was his life, not find himself attracted to a human with the most stunning pair of eyes he’d ever seen, even hidden as they were behind a pair of glasses that Tim was willing to bet his favorite ruby over Jason not needing in the slightest.

Eyes that he craved with every ounce of his being, whether they were lost and far away in the books Jason was reading every time he saw him or laughing in amusement at some smart comment or joke Tim made. He wanted to see their full range, hazy from sleep when Jason first woke up to bright and fiery from the passion that was stoked within.

Who was he trying to kid? He didn’t want just Jason’s eyes. No, he wanted all of him.

Jason Todd was a mystery and Tim was never one to pass up a good puzzle.

Armed with his name, Tim started his search. It didn’t take very long, not with his computer skills. He was definitely an oddity amongst the Fae for even using human technology, but it’s not like a computer could hurt him. He found Jason’s juvenile records first, the ones that placed him in a detention center for a few years because of his sticky fingers. Apparently they were necessary too, because his home life had been less than ideal. It consisted of a father who was never around and then later killed in prison and a mother who wasn’t actually his mother, according to the birth certificate Tim unearthed.

His real mother’s name was known to Tim. It was a name he did not like at all, not after what she’d done to betray the earthbound Fae to a fiend known only as the Joker. The thought briefly crossed his mind to use Jason to get his revenge on her, but he shunted it aside as pointless. Sheila Haywood was slowly wasting away, drooling and mindless, in an asylum outside of Liverpool.

How she came to have a child though, that intrigued Tim more. Jason was clearly abandoned by her and left to be raised by humans, unaware of the gifts that were in his blood, wild talents that waited only for the right time to manifest themselves.

So this was where Tim found himself, pacing and trying to figure out what to do. Did he give in to his baser instincts and simply lay claim to Jason, dragging him across an ocean to his primary residence in Scotland? Or did he do this the human way and properly court the man, slowly and carefully revealing only that which Tim wanted him to know until the time came for Jason to become his?

Tim fell back on his overly plush bed and draped an arm over his eyes. Dramatic, yes, but he was feeling it at the moment. He didn’t really have much of a choice in this, not if he wanted Jason to come to him willingly. Which was going to be hard because the human was more interested in his books than the dragon. There was a quaint human phrase that Tim heard bandied about rather often these days and he thought it rather appropriate to his circumstances.

This sucked.

~*~*~

Jason could often be said to have his head stuck in the clouds considering all the time he spent reading, but he was a Gotham street-rat born and bred, and that meant he was paranoid as hell about his surroundings at any given time, even tucked away in a relatively safe place like the game shop. So he couldn’t help but notice that, week after week, he saw more and more of Tim.

Not that this was a bad thing, because he still didn’t know exactly what the man was, and it kept his mind engaged as he tried to puzzle it out. The long, curled horns were as black as Tim’s hair, matte while his hair shone like a raven’s wing. Delicately pointed ears made Jason think elf, but he’d never read of an elf with horns before, or sharp white fangs and black claws that matched the horns. Honestly though, it was Tim’s pale blue eyes that had him the most curious.

What did he see when he looked at Jason?

A poor, not-quite-starving graduate student, that’s what. Jason shoved aside the thoughts of Tim seeing him as anything other than a curiosity. That’s why he had to be coming back here, right? What else was could it be since there were only so many bags of dice, rulebooks, and games the man could purchase each time he came in.

The next time Jason saw him, he was going to speak up. Call him out on this little charade that had been going on for weeks now.

Satisfied with his decision, Jason went to work. There was a bit of a rush that afternoon from a tide of incoming students who were just moving back into their dorms for the soon-to-start fall semester. It kept him busy and by the time seven o’clock came, the store was empty.

The peace and quiet didn’t last long. Jason was in the back with the gamebooks when he heard the bells over the door jingle, announcing someone entering the shop.

“Welcome,” he said, standing up straight to see who had come in. His throat suddenly became as parched as the desert as he took in the sight of Tim.

Unlike all the other times Tim had visited the shop, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, this time he wore something entirely different. Snug black pants gripped his lean waist, seemingly painted onto his lower body as they left little room for imagination. He still wore a t-shirt, but the electric blue was muted by the long sleeved mesh top he wore over it. Jason was pretty sure there were leather boots involved as well, but he was too trapped by the intense gaze Tim was giving him.

“Hello, Jason,” Tim said, greeting him as he normally did, like he wasn’t dressed up to hit some club after he left. “I’m both saddened and glad to see you’re working tonight.”

Jason tried to swallow, unable to look away as Tim stalked slowly toward him. It took him a few tries to find his voice. “Why’s that?”

Tim held up a small plastic bag that Jason had somehow overlooked. “I understand it’s your birthday. I’d hoped you would be out with friends tonight, but I will admit this works better for my plans. I brought you a treat. Hope you like it.”

Wait, what? “How did you know it’s my birthday? I didn’t even know it was.” It was not uncommon for him to forget. He didn’t have many friends around who cared enough to celebrate with him, so why bother?

“I have my sources,” Tim replied evasively. “Here.” He handed the bag to Jason, his fingers brushing Jason’s hand ever so lightly.

He shuddered slightly under the touch, so foreign and yet…welcomed at the same time. Opening the bag, Jason found a small bakery box and a candle. The bag fell to the floor as he unsealed the box, revealing what looked like a red velvet cupcake.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I hope this is to your taste,” Tim said, stooping over to pick up the bag and retrieve the candle. He stuck the end into the creamy frosting, his eyes burning with some unknown desire. “Happy birthday, Jason. Make a wish.”

Jason swallowed again, remembering his promise to himself about the next time he saw Tim. Time to roll the dice. “Got a lighter? I need to blow out the candle first.”

The smirk that appeared on Tim’s face was downright devilish as he leaned in, pursing his lips as he did. A small jet of fire erupted from between them, lighting the candle in an instant.

“I knew it,” Jason breathed. “I fucking knew it.”

The smirk grew into a pleased grin. “Just as I knew you see more than what I present to the world. But have you guessed what I really am yet?”

Jason was about to shake his head, but stopped, thinking back to the beginning of the summer when Tim first visited the shop and his complete and utter distraction with the dice in the display. He’d compared it back then to a crow and a shiny object, but really, it was more like… “A dragon,” Jason said firmly. “You’re a dragon.”

Tim’s smiled grew and there was the flash of fang that had been driving Jason nuts all summer. He cupped Jason’s hands in his own and raised the cupcake and it’s still burning candle higher. “I am. Does this bother you?”

Far from it. Jason now realized what the tightening in his stomach was each time he saw Tim. It was desire. Finally, he had met someone who was just as odd as him. Odder, even, because those horns were front and center as Tim tilted his head back ever so slightly to watch him. “Not in the slightest,” he replied.

“Good. Now make a wish, Jason. Don’t tell me what it is because I want to spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out.”

#chibinightowl writes #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Another dragon AU #Modern setting #Happy birthday Jason! #JayTim #dailyau #inspired by anon

[rason-rodd]

Trusting (’Begging’ part2) (Arkham Knight! Jason xReader)

Summary: Guilt is haunting you as you remember the things you’ve done until Jason shows up into your room. 

Warning: Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of sex, PTSD, Anxiety

Author’s note: Another long chapter that follows the event of Begging but with a series of flashbacks included. I plan on writing 3 or 4 parts for this fanfic. Texts in Italics are flashbacks.

Tagged: @usernightwing, @queen-fighter, @anaboo-thewriter, @piratefrost, (WHO ELSE WANT TO BE TAGGED?)

(PART 1)

The pollen was still dancing in the air on that night. And all around you smelled like fresh flowers and plants mixed to a thick cloud of pollution that you could only smell in Gotham. The war between the Dark Knight and the Arkham Knight was over. Scarecrow was still in jail, victim of his own evil doing, Cobblepot and Dent in neighbouring cells. And Bruce … Bruce was dead. The Batman was dead.   And Gotham was slowly drowning again under a wave of crime that was growing more and more each day.       Thugs had retaken the darkness of the streets, terrorising families and innocents and the incarceration of the most famous crime lords had permitted the rise of some others. Among them, Roman Sionis aka Black Mask.

He had taken control of the docks, made them the key point of his business. Drugs. Weapons. Dirty money. He had his filthy hands on everything. A smart businessman. But a smart business who was drawing too much attention. A smart businessman with a target on his back.

Aiming at that target, the Red Hood. That’s the name he had chosen. But you knew who was really underneath that crimson mask. Jason Todd. Robin. or also more recently known as The Arkham Knight. You had never met him, just heard stories, some anecdotes that Dick had spilled with a saddened melancholic smile that was now almost frozen on his young face or some rumours whispered in the streets. A dangerous man undoubtedly. But a broken man above all.

You had built a plan, Dick, Barbara, Tim and you, a plan the young Robin had characterised as “well put together”. It never sounded “well put together” to you though or to Dick. But you had volunteered to make it a success anyway and thus whatever the means. You just had to meet him. And what better place than Crime Alley to do it.

High heels, beautiful dress, a young woman coming back home alone.  Yes, that night you were the perfect bait. So tempting, so attractive. “ Hey baby, where are you going like that?” And so easy to take.             “Home.”         “ Want us to escort you? The night is dangerous” You glanced at both men, tightening you hands around your purse to look a bit scared. Bu you were not scared. Not even a bit. After all, you had been trained. You were the new Batgirl, even though you didn’t like carrying someone else’s name.             “No need, but thanks.” You retorted but a man grasped your arm rather brutally.  “Don’t touch me!” You shouted as you immediately took a pepper spray out of your bag. Tim’s idea. Makes you look more like a Gotham damsel in distress. If a pepper spray were useful everybody would know it. ”Look, mate. Kitty’s got claws”       “ I think she’s threatening us.”  They both came closer to you and, as you walked backwards, you fell down on your bottom, dropping the spray. You didn’t mean to. “Down on the ground? Very good.” One of them unzipped his pants and you immediately closed your eyes. You didn’t want to see this.

BANG BANG.

Echoing like thunder in the alley.     And blood poured on your face and on your body like a hot summer rain. And both men fell like birds stricken by lightning, by fate wearing a red hood.

You opened your eyes very carefully. What a horrific vision. Agonizing men on the floor, moaning, crying, chocking in their blood, castrated by two efficient bullets in their bloody genitals. So much blood. And that reek. It was on you. It was in you, maybe. It was everywhere.

You looked away when you heard footsteps coming closer. It was him. The vengeful crimson ghost. The Red Hood. Guns in his hands.         He stared at both men in silence and you guessed disdain and disgust behind his mask. He shot again to put an end to their suffering even though, you were sure, it was not out of mercy.             You backed down again, still on the floor when he knelt by your side. “Do you understand why I did this?”     You frowned. Could he read your mind? Could he see on your face your contempt for killers regardless of their motives? Could he see you were not a fan of men like him who fancied themselves judges, juries and executioners?       You nodded anyway. “Scumbags like them deserved to be put down. They lie. They abuse. They try to gain their victim’s trust but There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”     “Shakespeare” “You know your classics”       “ And you’re quite a literature nerd for a crazy ass vigilante”

Trust. How ironic was that. How ironic that the first words you shared proved to be the perfect words to describe the awfulness you were doing today. Gaining his trust. Using him. Trapping him. And you hated yourself for it. And you hated the others as well, for letting you do this and for making sure you would fulfil this mission.       Because you needed to remember. Jason was a mission, a dangerous mission.

You sighed as the memories of that night faded away to move on to another memory. A memory of last night, when Nightwing had appeared.

“ Do you realise what could have happened?” You didn’t reply. Instead you just gritted your teeth, eyes staring at the moon, arms tightened around the sheets covering your naked body “Y/N! I’m talking to you!”           “ And I’m listening.” You growled, more than annoyed       “ No you’re not!”       Nightwing’s gauntlet suddenly rang and Oracle appeared on a holographic screen. She had a sun-kissed – though rather red - face and she looked jolly and very smiley, like anyone after well-deserved holidays on a beach you supposed.       “ Nightwing. I’ve got news on the mysterious… I’m bothering, maybe.”     “ We were having a conversation.” Dick answered with a softer and calmer voice. “ A conversation? You mean a lecture.” You corrected, curtly. Barbara’s eyes widened and for a second she hoped she had listened to Tim. They were so good on that beach. But they were not on the beach in anymore and here she was, back at work, in Gotham.           “ Okay. I definitely can feel the tension between both of you. So why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”       “ Dick is being a jerk. That’s what’s going on.” You shouted. “ A fucking distrustful pervert jerk.” He snickered and brushed his hair backwards. He couldn’t believe what you were saying. “ When did I say I didn’t trust you?”           “ So you admit you’re a pervert?” Barbara asked. “What? No.”         “ You always keep an eye on me! If that not distrust then what is it?” He grumbled and you kept talking. “You.Watched.Me!” You enunciated every syllable distinctively. “Having sex” Barbara stared at Dick in shock, ready to defend you. “You did what? That’s creepy!” “That’s voyeurism!” You clarified.     “ I didn’t do that. I didn’t see anything.” You crossed your arms above your chest to show your discontent. He had to be kidding you. “ Well maybe I saw a few things. But it wasn’t anything I had never really seen.”             The red haired girl suddenly looked horrified. “ Wait, what?” But no one paid attention to her. “ Oh, because the fact we fucked a couple of times grants you the authorisation to consider me as a living breathing porn movie.”     “ You two … you … What?” Barbara mumbled. Three weeks on a honeymoon and everything had gone to shit.           “ Long story, Babs.”   “ Not that long. 20 minutes each time, is that it?” You confessed with a sneer.                 “ Like you didn’t enjoy it.”     “ STOP!!!” Barbara shouted. You both immediately shut up and breathed in and out deeply to calm yourself. “I didn’t call to listen to you guys talking about such intimate things. So this is what we are going to do. We are going to act as adults and listen to each other, okay?”

None of you replied but Oracle took it has a sign you were both ready to do as she said. “ I want Y/N out of the mission.” You sighed and opened you mouth to defend yourself but Barbara ordered you to stay silent. “It’s too dangerous. You’re not trained enough for this and you’re especially too emotionally involved” He cared about you. You knew he did. But he couldn’t ask you this. “I watched you. It’s true. I shouldn’t have. But imagine what I felt when I saw Jason hurting you, Y/N, when I saw him chocking you. He could have killed you.”         “ He didn’t. He would never hurt me. It was an accident.”             “ Do you even hear yourself?” He asked, completely staggered by your naivety. “Have you seen your bruises?” Yes you have. But they did not matter. They were just bruises. Part of the job. “ He needs us, Dick. He needs me. I know I can help him.”           “ He is sick!” He shouted, hoping to reason you. “ He’s my brother, Y/N. I care about him too. But Jason took the name of the Red Hood, a name Joker had once. He killed Killermoth. He killed Black Mask and so many other people. He put Gotham to fire and the sword. He kidnapped Barbara. He tried to kill Bruce and he’s responsible for everything that’s happened lately. You can’t help him. He needs professional help.”     “ How can you say that?” You asked with eyes widened and watery. The Dick Grayson you knew would never say such awful things. He would not let his family down like that.             “ It’s the truth.”         “ You want to send him to a new Arkham Asylum? What a fantastic idea! Being locked up in the same kind of place in which he was tortured for over a year. I thought you were smarter than that… No I thought you were more compassionate than that. What a Batman move for someone who doesn’t want to be him and who has been whining like a kid for the past months because there is no way for him to wear the cowl and give back hope to this city”     “ Y/N!!” Barbara shouted but you didn’t listen. Instead you came closer to Dick with clenched fists. “You don’t wanna do what Bruce had planned for you? Fine. But let me do what was expected from me, what you all expected from me. Let me do what I want. Dangerous or not.” He frowned, not liking your tone at all. But he was wiser than you. “What was asked of you Y/N?”     “ To save Jason.”  You replied simply. He shook his head. “No. The mission was to keep an eye on Jason and to do what was necessary if he ever crossed the line. What is necessary is not comforting him using sex or whispering sweet words to his ear. What is necessary is to put him behind bars and give him the help he truly needs. You agreed to this when you volunteered. You agreed to do anything to make sure he would not go on a killing spree. You agreed to deceive him if you had too. You failed. So now you’re out of the mission.”

You rolled over and over in your bed. You couldn’t sleep. Out of the mission? Maybe was it a good thing after all. But out of the family? No way.     You sighed deeply and closed you eyes, trying to find some sleep. But no time to meet Mr Sandman. A small noise and your eyes were open again. The window had creaked and now you could feel a small breeze on your skin. You sat up and you saw him, in his gear, knelt on the floor. “Jay?” You frowned.

You repeated his name another time when you heard no sound coming from his mouth but a heavy panting distorted by his mask. “Baby.” You worried as you immediately got up to kneel before him. “What is it?” He didn’t answer, focused on his breathing or maybe was his mind completely elsewhere. You took off his red hood to help him breathe and threw it on the ground. The light bump on the wooden floor made him jump.         He was completely alarmed and frightened, like a hunted stag. His now-red face was covered in sweat and his black hair were completely wet. But what worried you the most was that terror in his blue eyes. The pupils were weirdly contracted and he looked as if he didn’t know where he was or what was going on. “Jay.” You whispered, heartbroken, trying to bring him back to you. You reached out to caress his cheek but he hissed and moved backwards. “I’m … su…focating” He managed to say.       Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You never felt so helpless, so useless or so scared and seeing him in such pain was tearing your heart out.

Without thinking, you jumped on him to hug him tight. You were not sure it was the right thing to do but it happened as a reflex, as a way to show him or whoever was hurting him that he was yours and that you were there to protect him. He immediately screamed in pain and tried to push you away but you resisted and used all your weight to keep him still. You forced him to nestle his face in your neck and then you whispered sweet loving words in his ear, your hand caressing his hair. “I’m here. I’m with you, baby. I’m not leaving.”  

He started to slowly relax. The cries and screams began to fade and now you could feel his heart beating against your chest going back to a more leisurely rhythm. “You’re okay.” The panting soon disappeared and Jason let himself slide along your body as if he couldn’t stay straight anymore. You held him back, his head against your chest, and he clang to your body as a baby koala. “Shh” You whispered still caressing his hair.     “ Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever let me down” He cried against you.       “I won’t” You kissed the top of his head and you both remained like this for a couple of minutes before you helped him stand up to sit him down on your bed.

“He was in my head.” You nodded and murmured, “I know” as you brushed away his sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. “He was laughing” You took off his black and white leather jacket. “That sick son of a bitch.” He was still in chock, still a bit disconnected from reality but you let him talk. He needed it. He needed someone to listen to him, to take care of him. You removed his gloves and his thick long-sleeved top to leave him bare-chested on your bed and soon unstrapped his shin guards and holsters. “I want him gone. I want him gone from my head. I want my life back” You looked up at him with a compassionate look. “But I won’t have it back, will I?”         “ Just give it some time.” You tried to be optimistic. “ It’s been years.” He mumbled as you removed his boots. “But you didn’t have me.” You timidly whispered. He stared at you and put a hand on your cheeks in a weird attempt to caress it. He was so uncomfortable when loving touches were involved. “I didn’t have you.”         He made you straddle him to gaze at you the same way a believer would look at a goddess. You were so pure to him, so delicate, so surreal that sometimes he would wonder if you were not the fruit of hallucinations created by his mind to help him process all the raging emotions inside of him. “I don’t know what I would be without you”           You smiled lightly. “Just lay down.” He nodded and you pushed him flat on the mattress to take off his trousers so that he would be in his boxers.  Then you lied down next to him and took his arm to make him spoon you since you knew he would not do it himself even if wanted it.  He loudly smelt the perfume in your hair, tightened his embrace and closed his eyes. “I love you so much.”       “ I love you too.” You gave a faint smile and turned around to kiss him. And what was supposed to be a simple peck on the lips became something more needy, something that sucked the air from your lungs. You were his oxygen. And if it was what he needed then fine.

Screw them all. Screw their stupid mission. You had your own agenda now.

If Jason Todd trusted you then you knew you couldn’t deceive him anymore.

If Jason Todd trusted you then you would do anything to show how worthy of his trust you were.

#jason todd #red hood #fanfic #arkham knight #arkham knight! jason #jason todd x reader #nightwing #dick grayson #barbara gordon #oracle #begging #trusting

[bluboothalassophile]

College and Catastrophes

Hopes for a Bastard Universe

Alright, new start, fresh start, she thought as Lois pulled the car up to the dorm’s curb, Cal was in the truck behind with their stuff. Kara was nearly bouncing in glee at being back in civilization; she couldn’t take Smallville any longer!

“This is unimpressive,” Karen sneered.

“Cause the obliterated Earth 2 was so impressive,” Kara snapped. Karen; or rather Kara Zor-El of Earth 2 was a bitch; if one were to ask Kara. But the worst; THE WORST; part of Karen living with them was not that Karen had monstrous boobs, but rather that she and Kara were forged to being identical twins because of their identical DNA. By Rao, it was insulting.

“We were superior,” Karen snapped as she stormed out of the car with a huff, slamming the door.

“Kara,” Lois’s voice had her snapping over to her foster mother/cousin-in-law. “Patience,” she warned.

“Yes Lois,” Kara sighed getting out of the car.

“Well, this is it,” Clark said walking over to her. Kara shouldered her purse and smiled up at the dorms of Metropolis University.

“I’m home!” she smiled.

“We’re proud of you, both of you,” Clark said catching her and Karen in a hug.

“Thank’s Cal,” Kara patted his chest. Karen looked wistful for a moment when a golden figure caught Kara’s eye. “Cassie!” she ran for her Amazon, the blonde twisted just as Kara caught her friend in a bear hug. It’d been a bit of an age since they had hung out being exempt from Titans duties for school events.

“Kara!” Cassie squealed.

“Why are girls so loud?” Chris grumbled, which had her shooting a dirty look at Zod’s offspring.

“Cause girls are stupid,” Jon answered, not looking up from his game.

“Why you little!” Kara snarled releasing her friend to throttle those two idiots.

“Dorm rooms, not beating brothers over the head,” Cassie dismissed.

“How was your summer?”

“Weird. Something was up, all the Amazons were weird, and there’s that Steve guy there, Diana’s all over him, and I thought guys were forbidden from Themyscira. It was just weird.” Cassie said.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, apparently Artemis of Bana-Mighdall is Themyscira’s guest though I didn’t see her there at all, and I heard she hates men, but she’s living with Jason Todd supposedly, As is Donna,” Cassie whispered.

“WHAT!?” she whined.

“Yeah, and no one knows where they are,” Cassie shrugged. Kara got her dorm assignment and walked a different route through the halls. Reading her paper she grunted when she slammed into someone, to topple onto the ground and found herself eye to eye with the dazzling set of sapphire colored eyes.

“Uh… Hi!” Kara smiled as she pushed herself to her feet and offered the other woman a hand. The brunette frowned as she accepted the hand and Kara effortlessly hoisted her up. “Sorry about that, Kara, Kara Kent,” she smiled as she shook the girl’s hand.

“Lena, Lena Luthor.”

Kara faltered for a moment. The pouty face of the striking brunette was offsetting with those large blue eyes, and her figure was smartly clad in an attire that seemed stiff and professional.

“Nice to meet you,” Kara chuckled nervously as she broke her hand away from Lena’s. A Luthor! REALLY! Rao hated her.

“You as well, watch where you’re going,” Lena said and breezed by her.

Rolling her eyes, Kara continued examining her map then she looked across the way from where the Brunette had disappeared and frowned; REALLY!? Right across the hall from a relation to that evil man!? Sighing she walked to her dorm and knocked, cracking the door open she found herself greeted by an athletic brunette with a bob of dark hair pulled up, already claiming her bed.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I claimed this bed for myself,” the girl smiled.

“No, not at all.”

“Alex Danvers,” Alex smiled.

“Kara, Kara Kent,” she introduced herself and nearly giggled at the bright happiness the girl displayed. Jon and Chris appeared with Clark with her things.

Kara could already tell she was going to like Alex, they would probably end up really close and be like sisters! The thought had her giggling even as she chatted with Alex and they both bitched about guys.

“You can’t say that!” Kara said.

“Why not? It’s a fact, Dick Grayson has the best ass,” Alex defended.

“Yeah, but Jason is way hotter, especially with his broody bad boy persona,” Kara insisted as they tacked posters after Clark and the boys had left.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Lena’s hands trembled as she stood in her dorm room alone, her roommate had found out who she was and dropped out, demanded a new room.

She furiously batted away the tears as she folded her arms.

New start, new start. She would claw her way out from under Lex’s shadow and stand in the light; her own light. She would become a bio-engineer, and a business woman, and one day she would prove mother wrong.

She wanted to cry.

God she felt overwhelmingly alone.

But she wouldn’t allow that to break her, she would keep her chin up, her shoulder’s back, and she’d walk with the pride of a Luthor. She was not some bastard child to be hidden away, no. She would carve out a spot in her family for her own legacy, one that wasn’t stained with blood and pain and suffering. She would redefine what the world thought when they thought Luthor.

Lex be damned.

She sat on her bed now and let the shakes take over her as she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. Freshmen orientation was the only reason she stood to leave her room. Bumping into that sunny blonde she frowned.

“Sorry,” Kara giggled.

“Whatever,” Lena rolled her eyes as she walked by.

“Hey! The least you could do is accept my apology!” Kara snapped.

“You were not paying attention, again, and you bumped into someone, that is a ludicrous reason to apologize,” Lena retorted.

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“Not all of us are a ray of sunshine,” she muttered.

“Well not all of us are ice princesses,” Kara retorted breezing on by, and that had Lena scowling at the girl’s back.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #hopes for a bastard #hopes for a bastard universe #college and catastrophes #kara zor-el #karen starr #lena luthor #alex danvers #supercorp #kara x lena #chapter 1

[whirlybirbs]

studying.

pairing: college!peter x reader rating: all audiences welcome to this fluff what to listen to: roll up by fitz & the tantrums a/n: for the anons who gave me some ideas, here is the start of a potential series? or, as i would say, peter crushes on his TA.

After months of applications and tours and accepted student days, Peter had finally settled on MIT.

(It had helped that Tony had written his recommendation letter. A lot.)

September brings a new leaf.

Peter trades in the hustle and bustle for NYC for that of Boston. It is less shiny, less new. He likes it though; likes the cobblestone, the spirit, the history and the rhythmic rattle of the T under the Kendell stop. The late summer breeze is crisp as Peter shrugs his hoodie on, bagel dangling from his mouth as he chews and launches himself up the steps towards the quad.

His sense are in a haywire; it is the new environment. His sunglasses are maybe a little darker than they should be.

A week ago, his phone had been buzzing with kissy emoji from Aunt May, a good luck text from Tony and of course Ned -- his friend had settled in only a few T stops away at Harvard. The first day of classes had come and gone, bringing it with it an overwhelming sense of belonging. For once, Peter didn’t feel like an outlier.

The only text Peter is paying attention to this morning is yours, though.

pls help me study for my bio quiz later, peter, i am begging u

It makes him laugh. Peter grins, dimples digging in a little bit as he settles into a quick pace. Strawberry converse beat against the jagged cobblestone.

I mean, he wasn’t going to lie to himself -- you were, like, gorgeous. And funny. And you thought it was cool that he’d binged the entirety of Jason Todd and the Outlaws in one night. The fact that you’d excitedly added him on Facebook last Friday after class was enough; he’d messaged you, asking if avoiding the chicken at McCormick was a smart move.

You were a sophomore. You knew the ropes. Peter is totally using it as an excuse.

it’s literally the second week??? who is giving quizzes already??? who’s THAT evil???

You’re laughing, crossing the quad on the opposite side of campus when you get his texts.

It was only happenstance you two started to become friends. His first class, an 8:30am entry-level history course run by Professor Frankfurt (which was really just one big Captain America fanboy session) happened to be the class you’d decided to TA for -- and in turn, the class you’d first met Peter in. Forced to sit front row after arriving late -- he’d had trouble finding the Tang Auditorium -- he ended up being the one to sit next to you.

He was wearing a Saint Motel t-shirt. You’d stopped him after class, nervously chirping your admiration of that particular album. He’d stuttered in surprise. You were a little mortified, mostly since you had realize how pretty he was. He had big brown eyes and dimples. Dimples.

From that point forward, it was like you couldn’t escape him. He joined the Broadcasting club -- and you’d laughed out loud when he walked through the door wearing a different Saint Motel t-shirt. Comic Roundtable wasn’t safe either, as Peter Parker had suddenly become the fresh face among the small club of eight. It truly culminated when you realized Peter had taken up residency on Danny’s floor -- the R.A. was a fellow Anthropology major, and one of your closest friends.

So, yeah, texting him and asking for help on a Gen Ed Bio course quiz was kind of pushing it. You wanted to hate Peter, honestly -- as a freshman he’d already met a handful of prerequisites through his famed Stark Internship, working his way through a good half of the first year Computer Science and Molecular Biology course load. The air at MIT was competitive, but for some reason Peter didn’t feed into it. You felt okay admitting a fault.

It wasn’t like you were going to go to Academic Computing. They’d definitely roast you for not understanding cell structure and osmosis and all that other shit. You were an Anthropology and American History double major for god’s sake. You didn’t need that stuff in your brain. You needed room for other things.

So, you text Peter back.

it’s prof steck. don’t play urself. stay away from her. but is that a yes??? bc if it is i’ll swipe for u at baker!!!

Peter’s slipping through the auditorium doors when he texts you back.

Your phone buzzes on your desk, and you laugh a little when you read the message.

only if u buy me mozzerella stix!!!!

He shoulders you as he sits down. The touch is enough to light up Peter’s nervous system; he ignores the happy tingle that creeps up his back.

The stack of graded papers is jostled a bit by the movement -- Frankfurt had done an assessment on Wednesday, intending to get a gage for what he was working with in the class. So much for syllabus week. You, of course, had been tasked with grading. Not that you minded, though, it had distracted you from asking Peter to come out with you on Saturday night.

“You know,” you chirp, “Baker has make your own stir fry tonight...”

“No way!” Peter’s voice clips a bit, high and excited, “Then forget the fried cheese sticks, buy me stir fry.”

“Only if you don’t make fun of me,” you hum, rolling your eyes a little, “This quiz on is the simple stuff and I don’t know why, I just don’t get it.”

“Well,” Peter chides, settling back in his seat. His fingers dance across the trackpad of his laptop, waking it up, “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

You deadpan.

Peter grins. It’s toothy.

“Is that what the Stark Internship taught you?”

His laugh is boyish. Those dimples are back. Your chest caves a bit, face hot with a gooey expression. What the hell is wrong with you? Going gaga over a freshman?

“Naw, memes taught me that one.”

“Oh,” you wave your hands as Professor Frankfurt throws himself into the auditorium in a huff, “Even better.”

You’re both silenced into a hush as the rest of the first year class follows suit. Professor Frankfurt calls roll. Your name is called after Peter’s. You hand out the exams, and then sit beside Peter for the rest of the class, basking in the warm glow of his semi-permanent smile.

“You know it’s not a date, right?”

Your roommate has her fists halfway into a family sized bag of doritos. Netflix glows from the top bunk. You’re fixing your hair in the mirror hanging on the door.

“I know, but,” you sigh, “He’s cute.”

“He’s a freshman,” she waves as The Office drones on, “He’s fresh meat -- dead in the water. That’s social suicide, you know. At least wait until after Rush Week.”

“Peter doesn’t seem like the fraternity type.”

“Yikes.”

“That’s not a bad thing!” you huff, tugging your hair up and away, “Seriously, there’s a reason why you keep getting your heart broken by dumb boys.”

“Is it because I have an affinity for beefy rich assholes named Brad?”

“That’ll do it, honestly.”

“Fair enough,” she tosses a grin your way, “Good luck on your dinner date with Peter.”

“It’s not a date!”

--

It’s not a date.

Totally not?

Why is he so nervous?

Oh god, his hands are sweating.

“I’ll have the sweet and tangy sauce, please.”

The box of stir fry is handed to him -- you’re already digging in with a goofy grin on your face. You much on the lo mein noodles happily. You’re covering your own nervousness well. Thank god for deodorant because Peter has you sweating -- literally. It had climbed into the high 70s by late afternoon, leaving Parker in a t-shirt that seemed too tight to be legal and a pair of shorts. He was tan. And he had freckles. Everywhere.

Your hair is swept into hazy curls by the late summer heat. Peter watches the curls along the back of your neck as you both work your way through the check out in the dining hall.

You both make your way to the Hayden Library, strides slow. The sky looks gold, and the clouds glow in the deep blue of the September evening. Traffic drums on, but you both are locked into conversation. Nothing is breaking it -- not even the wave of friends across the street.

“So, New York, huh?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, taking a bite from his takeout container, “My Aunt told me that if I ever went to a Red Sox game, she’d murder me in cold blood.”

“Yikes,” you chatter, “You’re missing out -- I mean, no Big Papi anymore, but Hanley Ramirez is a big deal. Be a shame if you never saw him play in Boston.”

“Are you trying to convince me to go to a Red Sox game?” Peter’s voice hitches, “Because that’s not happening.”

“C’mon, the Yankees suck,” your smile is challenging and Peter laugh as you take a few steps ahead, turning around to watch him as you skip backwards, “Turn to the dark side, Peter! It’s more fun! We have a green monster.”

“I think I’d rather take the Hulk, honestly.”

“Me too,” you wink, “Bruce Banner is an absolute babe.”

Peter laughs at that -- loud and rowdy in the late summer heat. It’s intoxicating.

Your takeaway boxes have been abandoned, licked clean, in favor of a biology textbook and notepads. Though, it wasn’t a welcome abandonment. You wanted to pull your hair out. It showed.

Your lips are pulled into a pout. Peter watches your brows screw together. The study room is filled with the chatter of a Bio101 Youtube video he’d pulled up, hoping to explain osmosis and semipermeable membranes and the importance of saline.

“See?” Peter’s pen taps the screen, “From high to low!”

“Always?”

“Always.”

“Sounds fake,” you hum, mushing your cheeks together as you lean on the wooden table, “But okay.”

“It’s not fake! It’s science.”

“So,” you lean back, waving your fingers, “... magic?”

“Basically,” Peter shrugs, “My formal title after grad school will be Wizard.”

“I want to be a wizard.”

“Then --”

“And make this whole quiz disappear.”

Peter drops his head into his hands, laughing softly as he rubs his brows together. You were getting it, albeit slowly. He couldn’t say he really minded losing his Monday night to you -- in fact, he found himself enjoying this a little bit too much. Your knee brushes his under the table as you shift, eyes drawn back to the video.

His skin tingles. Hot and prickly.

“How about one more hour of studying?”

“Thank god,” you whisper, “I can do that.”

“Power hour?”

“Power hour.”

He walks you back to your dorm.

Even though it’s in the opposite direction of his.

“I hope I helped,” he sighs, “Even if it’s a little bit?”

“You helped a lot -- seriously, I think I’m a wizard now.”

You blossom with pride as he giggles, eyes screwing shut as his head falls backwards. His converse scuff against the pavement as he shoves his fingers into his pockets. Peter glows under pinks and yellows of the streetlights. It’s cute. You wind your own fingers together, toeing the ground.

There’s a weighted pause between you both. Brown eyes burrow into your own.

It’s broken by the door to your dorm swinging open and a group of guys bustling by. It prompts you both to laugh again.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, then?”

“Yeah! And, uh, I’ll let you know how I do on my quiz!”

“Make me proud!”

He waves, you wave, and you swear it’s the warmest you’ve ever felt.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #spiderman imagine

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Chapter 29

           Every morning for the past week I have woken up in our bed alone. I walk into the living room of the apartment to find Dick asleep on the couch holding one of my blankets close to him. Instead of sleeping in the guest room, he sleeps on the couch closest to our room. I know what he’s doing. Even if he won’t really talk to me, he still shows me he cares.

       Take two nights ago, I was out patrolling by myself and for some reason I had a panic attack and fell to Earth, right in the middle of a drug deal between Two Face and some gang here in Bludhaven. I couldn’t think or function. I was stuck with Two Face holding a gun against my head while I hyperventilated and saw what happened when I destroyed those people from when Stewart kidnapped me.

Flashback

    “Look what fell from the sky boys. It’s a kitty cat.” Two Face laughs as he circles around me pointing his gun at me as I lay on the ground. “Are you all by yourself little kitty?”

    I lift my head to look at the voice but everything is fuzzy and blurred. I can’t make out who is talking. The pain in my head gets worse as I’m hyperventilating and I clutch my head with my hands as tears start to stream from my eyes.

    “What’s this, the little kitty is scared and crying?” Two Face grabs my hair and lifts my head to look at me. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “No one to save the mighty daughter of Superman. I’ll enjoy this.” He throws me back down to the ground and pulls out his coin, “Heads, I kill you. Tails, I hand you over to Joker after I’ve had my fun with you.”

    “STEP AWAY HARVEY!!” Dick’s voice can be heard in the cargo area surrounding us.

    “Why should I bird boy? I found the Cat so let me handle this.” Two Face keeps his gun trained on me while he looks around for any sign of Dick.

    “That’s my girlfriend you have there.” Dick moves from the top of the freight container to the shadows beside it. He keeps Two Face and me in his sights. “Secondly, didn’t you know it’s rude to point guns at lady’s?” Dick stays in the shadows and grips his escrima sticks tighter. ”Thirdly.” Dick stands up as tall as he can directly behind Two face. His voice is low and full of anger, “Look behind you.”

      Two Face turns around to see Nightwing stand there with his forehead wrinkled and an evil smirk on his lips. “I can forget about this if you do Nightwing. She isn't harmed.”

    Nightwing chuckles, “No, I see she's okay. But here's the thing Harvey. You threatened my princess. And I don't like when people threaten her.”

    Right as Nightwing says that Red Hood and Robin drop in behind him. Red hood points his gun and Two Face, “Wanna dance?”

    Nightwing looks over at Red Hood then back to Two Face, “Hand over Cat and we won’t hurt you as bad.”

    One of Two Face’s henchmen slowly makes his way towards my hyperventilating body. He leans down like he is going to help me up, but instead of making me stand up, the henchman grabs me by the head and shoves it back into the ground forcefully.

Red Hood shoots the henchman causing guns all around us to go off. “Now this, is a party.”

“ARE YOU FOR REAL? What happens if there is Kryptonite and a bullet hits Cat?”

“Oh calm down circus boy. The Duchess is fine.”

Robin rolls his eyes at the conversation going on. He grabs his katana and starts making his way towards my body. “Would you two shut up? I’ll get Cat. Nightwing, you handle Two Face. Hood, you distract.” Robin rolls and dodges a swing from another henchman.

Nightwing throws a punch at Two Face. Two Face takes a step back and starts to attack Nightwing. “Honestly Harvey, you should have stayed in Gotham with Batman. The dealers here are pretty bad.” Nightwing ducks and hits Two Face in the ribs sending him to the ground.

Robin appears by Nightwings side, “We need to get her out of here and calm her down. Cat isn’t responding to anything.” Robin looks back at my curled up body on the ground, “Get her and let’s get out of here. I will handle Todd.” Robin disappears in the direction he hears gunshots leaving Dick alone with me and all the henchmen that have been knocked out.

Dick walks over to me and slowly touches my shoulder, “Princess. Hey, princess, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” His voice is soft as he gently rubs circles into my back. He lets out a sigh, “Come here, let’s get you somewhere safe.” Slowly, Dick lifts me into his arms and cradles me to his body as he walks away from the scene of the fight.

Three blocks later and sitting in a hideout, Dick keeps me close to his body as he rocks me back and forth. “Lyds, honey, I’m here. You’re safe.” He keeps his voice soft and holds me as I cry and hyperventilate. “What can I do? Lydia, I need you to tell me what to do? How can I help?”

Jason steps out of the shadows, “She’s have a panic attack, you idiot.”

Dick glares at him, “Like I haven’t noticed moron.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault that she is having a full blown meltdown. It’s hard enough to ignore these emotions from her. Why couldn’t you have this instead of the thought thing?”

“It may not be your fault Jason, but you being here isn’t helping. It’s bad enough you and my girlfriend keep the secret that you used to love each other from me. Along with the fact you have a bond to her like I do.” Dick takes a deep breath and holds me closer, “You think I don’t hear her thoughts? How she keeps calling herself a monster, how she says she isn’t worth it, how I should love someone else? She thinks because of her scars, which I just learned about, she thinks I don’t love her.”

Jason sits on the floor in front of us, “She’s been through a lot. So those thoughts are normal for her. But Dick, I would rather her pick you if she never was going to pick me.” Jason reaches out and gently touches my head, “It’s all fear. A mass of fear.”

“So fix it.”

Jason and Dick turn their heads to see Damian standing beside them. At the same time they speak up, “What?”

“T-t.” Damian shakes his head, “Father used to say that you told stories to Cat whenever she was upset or stressed. Your stories would calm her down.” Damian crosses his arms, “Grayson, I do not care how stupid your stories are, but she needs oxygen and hyperventilating is not helping.”

Dick looks down at me and notices my scars have appeared and my skin tone has gone from a nice summer tan color to white. He moves my long black hair behind my ears and smiles at me, “There was once a bird, a bird who loved a cat. This bird promised he would keep his cat safe.”

Jason huffs and gives an annoyed chuckle, “This is pointless.Telling her a story, really?” Jason looks at me, “Lydia, snap out of it. Nothing is going to hurt y-.” Jason grabs his head and groans.

“STOP! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE TODD” Damian shoves Jason out of the way and nods for Dick to continue.

Dick takes a deep breath, “I was going to propose. That night, the night you were taken by Stewart, I was going to propose. I still want to, but not like this not while you are hyperventilating.” Dick kisses my forehead, “Please princess, deep breaths. I can’t lose the woman I love.” He looks deep into my eyes and I see a tear slide down his cheek before I close my eyes.

Present day

Two nights ago, I had a panic attack. Two nights ago, was the last time I really heard Dick say anything. I haven’t patrolled really since that night. If I do, I come home to the apartment early and fall asleep on the couch. Then every morning I wake up alone in the bed and Dick asleep on the couch. I showed weakness and now he is distancing himself from me that way when he decides to leave it won’t be as painful.

This morning was no different. I didn’t even step foot on the ground. I hovered around the apartment with my head hung in shame. I started making pancakes for breakfast when I felt hands circle around my waist.

“I love you.”

I freeze just hearing those three words.

“Lydia, I hate that you think you need to cover up your scars. I hate that you think I wouldn't love you. Each scar is a testament to how strong you are and how much you have overcome. If you want to hide them, then hide them. But know I am proud of the fact that you survived and you are here now.” Dick kisses my shoulder.

I stare at the burning pancakes as tears slide down my cheeks.

“The other night, I thought I almost lost you. I’ve never experienced a panic attack that made you unable to do anything before. I was terrified. Holding you while you’re gasping for air. Your eyes were begging me to save you and I had no idea how.” He sighs and holds me tighter, “Lydia I mean what I said, I love you and I’m going to propose to you soon. Just please don’t distance yourself.I love you too much to see you fade away.”

A/N: AAAAHHHHHH!!!! Dick what are you thinking??? Do I see a rivalry between Dick and Jason?

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#chapter 29 #main story