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[doumadono]

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! villain!Hawks, f!Reader, non-con, taken captive, elements of necrophilia, murder, blood, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected and rough p in v, Hawks is an ass here, minors absolutely do not interact - a kitten dies if a minor reads this! Synopsis: Hawks has some "fun" with you after catching you spying for the Commission A/N: this story was written for @lewed and it's a contribution for the Secret Santa event hosted by a wonderful @ectologia

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Pain. As you slowly opened your eyes, it was the first sensation that greeted you — burning, irresistible pain spreading throughout your body.

The surroundings were dark, and you found yourself uncertain of whether you were still alive or perhaps already dead. Attempting to move, you realized the cold sensation around your wrists indicated the presence of some form of handcuffs.

"Marlene!" You whimpered quietly. "Marlene!"

There was no response, only a lingering, eerie silence.

You tried to move, but you couldn't — your legs felt numb, and you were tethered to some metallic structure. Your entire body ached; every attempt to shift, every shallow breath, was accompanied by pain.

Suddenly, a metallic lock clicked open with a key, and a stream of light flooded the room for a moment before disappearing as a tall, dark silhouette stepped in, closing the door. A few seconds later, a dim light illuminated part of the room as two old lamps hanging on either side of the door flickered to life.

You caught sight of him, and your blood turned icy cold. 

Thick combat boots, dark pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt adorned with golden patterns, and a pair of massive red wings. 

You shook your head, still reluctant to believe your own eyes. "Where's my friend?" you inquired anxiously.

"She's alive," came the calm response from the man with red wings.

A glimmer of hope sparked in your eyes. "Can I see her?"

There was a measured pause before the answer, "If you cooperate."

Your dry, blink-filled gaze met his. His emaciated face betrayed no hint of the intentions behind those words.

Hawks observed as you settled into the discomfort, bound wrists and ankles causing a persistent ache. The worry emanated from you, a palpable scent of pungent sweat, akin to a cornered prey navigating the uncertain terrain.

Hawks fixed his gaze on you for an extended moment, a silent observer in the dimly illuminated room cast by the faint light of aged lamps near the sturdy metal door. 

Slowly, he withdrew to the room's shadows, disappearing momentarily. Amongst a collection of cartoon boxes, a triumphant grin crossed his face as he discovered his sought-after item – a hefty hammer. Returning to your vicinity, he playfully toyed with the ominous tool in his grasp.

"Please, let me go. I won't breathe a word to anyone," you pleaded, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.

His grin widened, feathers rustling slightly. "Oh, I wish I could, little one. But we've stumbled upon a problem. You and your best friend have gotten a bit too close to the truth about me and my colleagues from the League. Weren't you warned about the dangers of working for the Commission?”

“Please, I swear I won't tell anyone…”

Takami approached you with a frown, his golden eyes bearing a weight of seriousness and intrusion. With a rough hand, he tightly pulled back your hair. "I've made it clear before – cooperation is the only ticket out of the mess you've landed yourself in.” He set the hammer down.

"Please," you implored, devoid of weapons or the freedom of your limbs. Contemplating the distance, a fleeting thought of a potential headbutt crossed your mind. Standing could be an advantage. However, all these options dissipated as a tear traced down your cheek. His hand, not occupied with your hair, coiled around your neck, constricting your airflow. A soft sound escaped you, but as his grip weakened, you hastily gulped in air.

"Good girl. Breathe while you still can," he remarked, his hand tenderly patting back your hair, while your eyes held a bitter scorn.

"Please, take me to my friend. What have you done with her?" you pleaded.

"Oh, she's safe. For now," Hawks declared, rising to his full height. 

Your eyes scrutinized the young man, assessing every detail. There was a darkness in his aura, a stark contrast to the times when Hawks, the former Pro Hero Number Two, was known for helping people. Something had transpired between him and the Commission, and the Hawks people once adored had transformed into a ruthless villain, now one of the most perilous figures in Japan.

Hawks firmly gripped you under the armpits, drawing you in close. Thick ropes of chain encumbered your feet, challenging your balance. Your wrists and ass clung to the pole you were tethered to, seeking stability as the shackles jingled against the unforgiving metal pillar. 

His presence pressed down on you, and you cowered beneath its weight. A hand delicately traced your jaw, toying with your dry and rough lips under his thumb. “When I tell you what I want, you’ll do exactly as I say. You wouldn't want to witness the way darkness emanates from me when I command it, girl. Mind your tone and follow my instructions. Once I'm content with you, I'll allow you to see your friend," the former hero warned.

Your whimper lingered as his thumb persisted, applying pressure to the edge of your lip. It delved in, moistening against your tongue as it pressed against the intrusion.

“Suck,” he commanded. 

You vehemently shook your head in defiance, resisting against him. The notion of biting his thumb crossed your mind, perhaps even snapping it off. You strained to lean your head back, attempting to evade his grasp.

“Don’t try anything. If you do, I hurt her,” Hawks warned with an amused grin glued to his lips.

Your eyelids descended, halting an approaching flood of tears. Sealing your mouth around his digit, you sucked as per his request. His thumb pressed in deeper, and you complied.

"Good girl, yes. That'll do quite well. Now, back on your knees," he directed.

You obeyed, using your bound hands to steady yourself as you half-fell.

Hawks nonchalantly undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Darkened briefs emerged where the trousers opened in a V, and his hand slid beneath the band. “Now, open your pretty mouth for me, babybird.”

You followed his command, extending your tongue forward, a queasy sensation building within you.

"Excellent," he remarked, his hand delving beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, gradually revealing his long, veiny dick, slightly curved upward.

"Please, don't… What more do you want? We can erase all the intel we gathered!” you begged pathetically.

"Shut up, whore," he commanded, stroking his growing member. "I don't want anything but this from you. It might be the only thing you're good for, I think. Lick," he instructed, rubbing the reddened, swollen tip of his dick against your tongue. "Wet your tongue again for me, babybird."

You swallowed and opened your mouth wide once more. 

He positioned himself against you, and your lips instinctively sucked. A salty bitterness lingered on your palate as your curious tongue explored the head of his cock.

Hawks hissed as the tip of your tongue flicked the sensitive part of his frenulum underneath. "That's right," he affirmed, pushing in deeper, causing your cheeks to bulge. Takami ran his slim fingers through your hair, keeping you steady on his cock. Pulling out just enough to watch saliva stretch from your lips to his shaft, he thrust back in, repeating the motion until you emitted a desperate noise, gagging yourself on his dick.

"Good girl. That's enough of that for now. You just saved your girlfriend from a beating. She'll appreciate that when she wakes up from her last one." Takami grinned as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your swollen lips, wiping away a fallen tear from your cheek before moving behind you. He worked at the shackles around your wrists.

You felt them loosen and drop, but his hand replaced them, gripping you firmly. He pulled you against the pole, the cold metal burning your neck. As he lifted the white shirt from your torso, you pleaded with the faceless hands to stop. The room vanished momentarily as the shirt passed over your head, landing on the floor beside you. Then, your hands were locked together once more, this time in front of you.

You shivered as the cold air filling the room grazed your exposed, bruised skin.

The restraints around your ankles were skillfully loosened with a series of subtle clicks. Your uniform pants were swiftly discarded, followed by your cotton panties, leaving you bare except for the metal-clad bindings around your wrists as you resumed your kneeling position.

A palpable shift in the room's atmosphere ensued.

Hawks, charged with desire, was visibly electrified. His engorged and reddened member pushed back into your mouth, eliciting a moan from him. "You look stunning with your mouth full of my cock," he murmured, reaching down to play with a nipple between his fingers. "And you're damn good at it." His fingers tenderly smoothed your tousled hair as he guided himself deeper into your throat. "Do you ever do this for your boyfriend, if you have one? No? But I bet you fantasize about it. Yes?" He chuckled, reveling in his revelation after your tongue flexed under the weight of his dick. "I knew it! Your boyfriend is a good boy, huh? Just the missionary routine, not letting you explore, even though deep down, you crave it. It's okay, you can imagine I'm him. I'm sure you already are, judging by how wet you're getting. Just picture me as him, but on a wild ride, eager to try something new.”

Slimy fluids trickled from your pussy, tracing a path down your thigh, the disloyal testament of desire slicking your inner folds.

His fingers continued their dance, skillfully teasing your erect nipples, each touch met with an eager response. A sharp squeeze on the left elicited a cry from you, and as he knelt before you, he drew the aching nub into his mouth. "What makes you climax, babybird? Tell me. I want it to be as pleasurable for you as possible!"

A whimper escaped your lips as his calloused finger glided through your folds, everything feeling unsettlingly taboo. A part of you yearned to resist, to break free and escape. Yet, a more primal instinct responded to his calculated touches, a primal need for closeness with a male that seemed to overpower your rational mind, corrupting it.

A creeping finger eased into your pussy. "You're so wet and tight, just look at that. Didn't want to give me a blowjob, but it's obvious it got you excited," he remarked. A second finger joined the first, curving against the walls of your vagina. The pressure felt both pleasurable and unsettling.

"Do you enjoy that, babybird?" he inquired.

You squirmed away, finding yourself seated on the floor.

He pressed your arms over your head, taking in the sight of your breasts. The supple flesh swayed like ripples on water. With one hand gripping his throbbing length and the other on your hips, he guided the two to meet. "You're making the right choice, obeying me, Y/N. I'll bring you to your friend soon. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." The head of his penis entered you gradually, a delectable stretch spreading through you.

The mingling sensations of pleasure and pain raced through you like wildfire. The boundary between anger and passion blurred, akin to smoke and cloud intertwining. "N-no," you cried, attempting to push him away by pressing your feet against his thighs.

He huffed as he thrust fully inside you, easily bottoming out. His wings fluttered as arousal overcame him. "Fuck, you're so tight, holy shit. Almost feels like you're a virgin."

An involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for that.

"I just need you to do one more thing for me, babybird. I want you to cum for me. I know you can do it, little bitch."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill. His heated and girthy member glided in and out of your drenched pussy. The unforgiving concrete pressed against your back, each forceful thrust leaving bruises as he relentlessly drove you into the ground.

Hawks restrained your arms by holding your wrists above your head, his dominant hand skillfully working your clit. “Fuck, fuck, yes, little dove, I love how your pussy is clenching around me. You're such a good babybird.”

You futilely cursed at him, weakened by the onslaught of physical pleasure. His erection completely filled your pussy, allowing him to penetrate deeply from this angle. Despite the way he mercilessly circled your clit with his thumb, you resisted the urge to wrap your bloodied feet around him and ride his dick back. The struggle not to climax intensified as he sensed your unraveling, cruel laughter escaping him.

"Will your boyfriend ever fuck you like this? No, he'd probably be too gentle," Takami panted between words, thrusting into you with an unrelenting pace. "A girl like you craves it rough, needs it like this. A girl as scarred and desperate as you wants to feel something. A good girl always wants to be damaged. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll cum on my cock.”

Frustration escaped your lips in a scream. Your ass throbbed, and your core pulsated with proximity to climax. The images of your friend and boyfriend flashed in your mind, intensifying your inner turmoil. In the dimly lit room, through tear-filled eyes, Hawks' face remained elusive. Your juices squelched, trickling down your sensitive skin to your asshole.

"You're holding back. Cum, and I'll take you to your girlfriend. Cum for me." Takami kissed your breasts, fingers maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, a friction you secretly enjoyed.

Your hips surged upward uncontrollably, and you were cursing the duplicity of your own desires and pussy.

"I told you to cum for me." He struck your face, the impact strong enough to briefly black out your senses.

Impatient, Hawks groaned, his throbbing cock signaling an impending climax. He dispatched a few feathers from his wings, their sharp edges slicing your skin on the shoulders and calves in an attempt to rouse you.

A loud hiss escaped your lips as the sharp cuts decorated your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-no, I don't... want to! Please! Please, don't cum in! I'm begging you! Please!’ you tried to move away but he slapped your face again.

A warmth surged through you, an irreversible tide that swept away any chance of retreat. Suppressing your moans, you felt your core tighten around him, forcing him through a final series of thrusts before he climaxed within your rhythmically clenching pussy. Your orgasm, though unexpected and unwelcome, was all-encompassing. Legs shaking, abdomen twitching, you writhed beneath his touch, attempting to muffle the sounds of pleasure, aware that he observed the explosion of pleasure within you. The sneer of his release transformed into a cruel smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be entirely worthless to me," he remarked, tucking his member away once again.

"That's so sad."

"W-what's sad?" you asked, still catching your breath. "You promised I'd be able to see my friend. Where is she?"

Hawks, unbothered by your voice and a wet stain on his pants from your combined releases after he retracted his cock, sent one of his feathers to illuminate the room while switching the lights on. 

It was then that you saw her — your friend, lifeless, naked and hanging upside down on the opposite wall, her ankles bound to the ceiling, her torso gruesomely cut from throat to vagina.

The echoes of your own screams reverberated in your ears, but the voice seemed alien, almost primal — like that of a wild animal.

Hawks approached the suspended lifeless body and callously slapped the vagina of your deceased friend. "She wasn't as cooperative as you. Unfortunately, we had to eliminate her."

Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your own sobs, struggling against the metal restraints binding your wrists. "Why! Oh God! Oh God! Marlene!"

Hawks explained, "She didn't want to listen," just as the metal door swung open. “Such a waste. I wasn't aware that preserving one's virginity was still a concern in today's girls' world. But I must say she was fucking delicious. Not as much as you, of course.”

Entering the room was none other than Dabi, casually leaning against the wall, observing the macabre scene. "Came to check what's taking you so long, birdbrain.”

"I was reuniting our lovely Y/N with her friend. She was a good, obedient girl to me, so I decided to reward her."

Dabi furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes a little. "Memory cards, birdbrain," he reminded.

Hawks casually retraced his steps to your discarded clothes, rummaging through the pockets of your uniform pants. He retrieved two SD cards and handed them to Dabi.

The scarred villain ventured further into the room, reaching for a Nikon camera on one of the shelves. "Can't wait to get off to this little tape tonight," he chuckled, shooting you a cold glance.

A lump formed in your throat. They had recorded everything — every violation inflicted by Hawks, every involuntary response of your body. Dread enveloped you.

“Please…” you whispered.

Hawks gave Dabi a look, and the other villain nodded.

"Shush, shush, shush," Dabi cooed, crouching next to you, sizing your face with his hand, turning it more to inspect it. "Don't cry. This little tape will be sent to your dad in Kyoto, a small keepsake of you. He'll be able to see your last moments. How his precious, little daughter, working so proudly in the Hero Public Safety Commission was taking villain's cock like a cheap whore. I'm sure he'll be proud."

"What... Please, please!" Your voice rose in desperation. "Please! I won't tell anyone. I can spy for you, I can do whatever you want. Please!"

Dabi observed you with amusement. "Isn't she the sweetest?" He cast a sidelong glance at Hawks before leaning forward to lick the tears off your reddened cheeks.

You winced, trying to crawl away.

Dabi grinned and rose, exiting the room. "Just don't leave a mess here. I'm not keen on cleaning up after you, birdie."

As the metal door closed, you whined like a wounded animal. Instinctively, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this situation alive.

Hawks approached you, ruffling your hair. "You were a good girl. I want you to know that."

"Please," you tried once again. "Please, free me."

He smiled at you. "I'm freeing you."

A swooshing sound filled the air, and the next moment, you were suffocating with your own blood, unable to draw a breath. The blood quickly poured down your chest through the cut throat, and soon your head hung lifelessly to the side.

Hawks lingered for a moment, watching your lifeless body. He couldn't resist slipping his hands down and between your legs, rubbing your still warm and slick folds, pushing his finger in one last time. "Such a waste," he murmured, licking his fingers clean before getting up. He used the hammer he had earlier picked up to crush the phone he retrieved from the pocket of your uniform trousers. Following that, he doused your body, as well as your friend's, and the floor in gasoline before igniting it with his lighter.

Whistling happily under his breath, he left the room and ascended the metal stairs, leaving everything that had transpired behind, not bothering to turn around even once.

#mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #villain hawks #league of villains #dabi #dabi x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #dead dove do not eat

[diejager]

Joyce, can we have headcanons regarding that sicko bastard known as Jeffrey Hawk aka The Clown? I ADORED that thing u said about him having a dad bod ❤️❤️

*Hands you an ordinary Ultra Ball as a gift*

Oddballer, you’re asking a lot from me, aren’t ya?? That man is just so big and filthy that I’m sure he smells.

The Clown NSFW Headcanon

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, blood, gore, amputation, clown stuff, manhandling, gas/hazing??, tell me if I missed any.

Once a young and athletic kid, building his body to fit a certain way to help him ease through all the hard labour he did, now it his under a warm layer of fat, thick and heavy, bulging over his belt and breast round and soft. He might’ve had some difficulty to run, ambling or striding across the fields with a slow and taunting skip to his step, menacing while he hit the cork of his bottles and shook his special concoction. It made him all the more terrifying, slow and comfortable in his walk, strategic and strangely familiar with every type of hunt, ears keenly aware of the screams and pants of survivors, hungry for the dopamine those pained sounds gave him —especially yours. 

His special bird, the first he’d every wanted to keep, locked away from the other killers and survivors alike, chained to his carney’s caravan by the ankle, bloody and filthy just to his liking. It brought back memories, favourable ones, his first successful hunt, catching a little robin in his hand, the soft and pretty red plumage picked and broken, but you weren’t something he wanted broken.

He liked the fire in your eyes, the fearful and spiteful glare you sent him when he cornered you in the chosen realm, snarling at him like a feral creature. While he hated doing unnecessary work, abhorred the thought of you losing the flare in your being, taming such a wild cat was rewarding by itself. If he could tame you enough to be able to hold and touch you without too much fight, but keep your temper, it was a win-win in his mind. There was nothing more he hated than a husk, a shell of a broken man to keep as a pet. 

He took brave and foolish alike, young or old, nothing was off the table for him, all he needed was the true part of them, a finger to remember his exploits and victory, throwing away the part he deemed trash —fake. He could smell it from their bodies and figured that the hands - fingers - were the truth, a part that showed the person’s life, deeming it a satisfactory boon for him conquest, but you, all parts of you sang a different story to good ol’ Jeffrey Hawk. A true treasure to keep intact. 

While he would love to keep you to himself, a little bird that would sing to him every day with snapping teeth and kicking feet, he wasn’t as favoured by her as other killers were, almost forgotten to his dirty little corner of the forest in his bloodied and smelly caravan, fingers littering every flat surface and beer bottles stacked or rolling across the floor. If he had such a favour, he would keep you in a comfortable corner, placed over a sullied mattress with blankets stacked over it, keeping you warm while he dressed you in his shirts, all browned and smelling of metallic blood and his musk. 

It was thick and heady, mixing with a scent of alcohol and iron, age-old sweat and dirt. You’d complained about his stink, gagging and choking on the many times he cornered you, pressing himself against you to feel and smell you under his grasp. Nose buried in your hair and arms pulling you to his front, your back arching by the neck against the solid mass of his stomach, soft and pudgy if it wasn’t for his rough clothes scratching your tender skin.

It brought tears to your eyes. Be it from the stench of him and his intoxicating tonics, or his wandering hands, slipping under your shirt until it rode up, removing a piece of protection from his hungry eyes, he loved watching you cry. Call it a recreational hazard from his job, tears and wails were just a part of his duty under The Entity’s guidance, but he simply adored your pretty tears, pearly things rolling down your cheeks and your cute sobs filling his lecherous ears.

You don’t know how much it affected him, the pout when you bit your lower lip in frustration while you struggled against him, the squirming that riled him when he had you in his arms, and your spitfire-like tongue, hurling every insults under the sun at him. It stirred something deep in his guts, a dark pleasure bubbling from his loins, fattening the growing hardness between his leg. He easily got worked up by you, the solitude of his lifestyle and the starvation for any kind of touch led his to drool and hunger for it. 

Your skin against his, soft and beautiful, bending easily under his kneading hands, his rough and bloodied glove as forced you on his lap, seated still to let him lap and suck at your small fingers. His tongue curling around your index, thick and lithe, and suckled in his warm and wet mouth while his tongue felt around, drool running down your wrist. He lost himself in these moments, aroused out of his mind and huffing hot breath against your disgusted face.

He liked your reaction —he liked any reaction you gifted him. He savoured each and every one, your gleeful ones, your sorrowful ones, your frustrated one, and your painful ones. He drank it all up like the drugs and alcohol he found pleasure in, gorging on you like an addict would. You were his new addiction, his new drug and dependence. And he hungered.

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[nicktremblaywayfu]

We need more Teacher!Albert. I wonder what would living with him look like after he takes you to his basement. Would he still be this 70' sweetheart who'd treat you like a fussy kitten (you'll have to get used to your new home, he understands🥹) or would he suddenly switch and show his more "grabberish" side?

Oh he'd definitely still using his classic sweet 70s gents side, assuring your panic and crying self that he was attempting to save yourself, be it from your family if you have abusive family or them mean bullies. But if you got too fussy and irritating, he'd switch to his grabber side real quick. He'd shout at you to the point that your ears kinda hurt listening it, but then he'd apologize as it was uncool and he was doing that for your sake (ha bullshit).

Since he was your teacher and he felt like he still owed you education, he'd spent the rest of his day (before sitting in the kitchen to watch you or watching you sleep in the basement) teaching you the rest of your semester, which then he will graduate you by himself. No, he won't let you out and wearing your academic regalia and cheer with your friends, but rather he'd give you flowers and stuff as well taking picture of you with him. He was smart covering his grabber side to the public so to prevent the photo being proof of his crime as the grabber, he'd take off his mask and wore his casual outfit. You'd be forced to smile like nothing happenes anyway.

After that? Well you have two paths waiting. Either letting stockhom syndrome consuming you or keep trying to escape with death watching in the corner. Let's say, you let stockholm syndrome consuming you. He noticed that after you graduated, you became calmer and more "mature" (which he saw as you understanding the situation better). If you obeyed his every order, he'll reward you with his 70s gents side. But if you didn't, the opposite was what would come.

Your "missing news" you asked ? He'd be the one sticking those "Missing person" poster, griefing to his students in the uni that he lost you, saying that he never expect you would be missing in the town (Hmm i wonder why, mr ?). He'd blame the bullies, which the public would believe him as so many witness saw how those mean girls bullied you. In that way he was free from the punishment he actually deserved, letting those young girls got the accusation (with some proof he made. He's a smart man. He was a teacher for some reason)

Also since you have seen his face fully, he'll show up in the basement either maskless or only wearing the upper mask so he could kiss that lips of yours 👀

#albert shaw #the grabber #the grabber x reader #albert shaw x reader #black phone #the black phone #the black phone (2022) #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x reader #dark romance #dead dove #kinda #i mean it is tho he kidnapped you #anon answered #Alvin's thought

[nade2308]

“I joked about leaving him, but I’m not ready to give up on that little asshole. No matter how much he makes me want to punch him in the face sometimes.”

“Hey…we can’t give up. Kory’s right. If we turn ourselves into monsters trying to fight Deathstroke, there won’t be anything good left when it’s over.”

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

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[bullieving-in-amour]

I will never, ever leave you side; I'll stay here through the darkest night.

MIND THE TAGS. CONTENT WARNING AHEAD.

Fandom : Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Rating : Mature, SFW Pairing : Takami Keigo & Reader Tags : Suicide Attempt, Gender Neutral Reader, No Pronouns, Reader is rescued by Keigo, Hurt/Comfort, No Dialogue, Dissociation, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Depression, Song Lyrics, It'll be okay

Summary :

You're okay You're alright I'll never, ever leave your side I will stay and I will fight With you

You're okay You're alright I'll stay here through the darkest night All the way, I will fight With you (Rider's Lullaby, Centaurworld, 2021)

Written listening to the cover of "Rider's Lullaby" by Jacob Sutherland.

The city looked minuscule under you.

Soft humming lost in the wind found so high up, where you stood, balanced on the edge of the skyscraper, this tower standing tall next to the others surrounding it. Balanced, as if on a rope, walking along the thin small meant to keep people from falling, arms spread. You'd gotten up on it near a corner, following the path to the opposite end of it, slowly. Slowly, mind a million miles away. Soft humming lulling you.

The building was big, along being tall. As slow as you were going, and with the small pauses you took without thinking, it would be a bit before you reached the end, the tight corner and turn of the security ledge.

Everything felt fuzzy, in an almost peaceful way. The sounds of the city, so far up, soothing. The wind felt nice against you; it was a calm night, and it only felt like brushing against you, like a passing caress. A passing thought. The melody you hummed, one you knew intimately, a song painted on your heart, engraved behind your eyelids with ink, making everything else sound so much more muffled, like listening to your neighbor play a gentle tune from the next room, through relatively better sound-proof walls than paper and thin plaster. Like listening through a little wooden treasure box.

It was like your hands danced along waves of air; soft short fur on flying long dragons and fish, invisible but to the stars, moon and clouds - undulating against your fingers to brush back, to feel the gentle caress of your skin against them.

The corner, end, close now.

One step.

Two

Three...

‘You're okay.’

Gloved hand grazing yours, as you slowly took your fourth step, foot hovering over the air, the illuminated ant city, blurry and muffled.

‘You're alright.’

Holding it tightly, secure, surely never to let go; its paired one, brushing along your side, your back, settling on your hip just as securely. Arm strong, a comforting weight bringing you against a warm body. So very strong, surely never to drop you.

‘I'll never, ever leave your side.’

It had felt so slow, to you; bringing you so gently to him, in the air for what felt an eternity. The wind carried the soft lullaby to you, flying dragons and fish coiling around, bringing him to your little wooden, treasure box. His wings were apart of the neighbor's music, with the city's noise. Maybe you hadn't been able to see like the night sky's inhabitants could, everything so blurry to you. You couldn't see his face, not really; but you could see his love, even from so far away from him in your mind.

‘I will stay, and I will fight,’

He smelled like home. You'd always thought so. His feet landed on the ledge, slowing him down, to bring the both of you onto the safe floor of the roof of the tower. You'd barely registered the movements that got you back there. Ethereal. That was what everything felt like.

His hands tightened, pressing you closer.

‘With you.’

Home. His wings surrounding you both. Muffling everything but his voice, lulling you more than anything could ever. The concrete roof's cold barely seeped through your pants, like wet grass in the morning than ice.

‘You're okay.’

Warm breaths passed his lips onto your skin, his hair tickling as well, the bridge of his nose sliding against yours and the tip nuzzling, his forehead bumping yours; his hand turned yours in its hold, palm and fingers brushing yours.

‘You're alright.’

He pressed his forehead to yours fully while you saw his eyes close tightly through the fog in your vision, breathing out the line out quieter than he had so far; an almost pained murmur enveloping you, mirroring the hand on your hip that moved slowly up the back of your ribs.

‘I'll stay here through the darkest night.’

Lullaby kissed along your cheek, lips only slightly wet, a little chapped, brushing the shell of your ear, the gloved hand on your back reaching your shoulder blade, pushing you closer against his chest, his wings tightening the little feathery, loving home the two of you were in; bringing your hand to his chest, pressing it flat against him, as you could feel the tremble in his fingers.

‘All the way, I will fight,’

Sounding so certain, a promise shakily, softly sang into your neck; the hand on your back clenching your clothing, the one that held yours now on the back of your head, hiding you against his shoulder, hiding you away from the shifting wind that kept the two of you company, away from the night sky's sight. He was curled around you, surrounding you in nothing but his voice, his touch, his scent.

His tears - Keigo's shoulders were wracked into soft sobbing, as he kept singing through it, even as his voice broke, following the way his heart had been, not stopping for anything, not even for the incessant buzzing in his jacket's interior pocket, burying his face against your skin, staining with salty tasting despair and relief;

Rocking the both of you with broken cries following you murmuring the last promised notes, even miles away in your mind.

‘With you.’

«i wish; there was something i wanted; as badly as he wanted to fry himself.»

#my writing #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #hurt/comfort #bpd fic #dead dove do not eat

[writingafterdeath]

Rando Titan Headcanons |

Notes: Since it’s almost Christmas I wanted to write some festive little headcanons I can’t stop thinking about. 

Picking Out the Tree and Decorating it: 

you would insist on putting up the christmas tree the day after thanksgiving. 

you’d beg them all to come with you. 

you wanting to pick it out as a family. 

rachel, gar, connor, and dawn would be done to sweet talking needed. 

but in order to get the others to join it takes some convincing. 

kory would love the idea. she’s never had a christmas on earth before. 

once arriving to the christmas farm, you told everyone to split up and look for the best tree. 

of course no one could agree on a tree so you where the deciding factor. 

back at the headquarters, you made the gang lug the boxes of christmas decorations you’ve collected over the years out of your room. 

you start your playlist and smile, humming to have yourself a merry little christmas. 

gar and rachel beginning to dance. dick looks at a very suprised kory and the two join. 

the room fills with laughter, as hank grabs you throwing you over his shoulder as he starts to sway to the music. 

once the tree is decorated, the lights plugged in. 

you step back. taking a good look at the masterpiece in front of you. 

you let out a sigh of content and try to stop the tears that threat to escape. 

you haven’t had a proper christmas in years and this seemed to make you more emotional then you thought

Ice Skating: 

much to your surprise it wasn’t you who convinced everyone to got ice skating. 

rachel had talked gar into it and he forced everyone else to tag along. 

while everyone was skating you realized that hank wasn’t doing so good. 

the giant himbo was a little clumsy and he couldn’t keep himself up straight. 

which resulted in him needing help. which almost caused you to fall right with him he held on to you for support. 

you would be thrown into a fit of laughter watching him. 

Cooking Christmas Dinner: 

I can only imagine what it would be like to cook christmas dinner.

you’d be busting your ass half with rachel, gar, dawn and connor.

hank and dick would be sitting at the table, watching as you guys work.

beer in hands.

hank would steal things off and on as you prepare it.

you’d swat is hand away every few minutes.

it would drive you insane but you would still laugh and have a smile on your face.

jason would come down stairs while your finishing up.

he’d make some snarky comment about how we aren’t a real family so why are we pretending.

when in reality he’s actually loving it.

seeing how happy everyone, is enough to convince him.

but of course he’s going to fuss about it the entire time.

@pinkchubbiebunnie

#dc titans #Titans #titans headcanons #dick greyson/nightwing #gar logan/beast boy #rachel roth/raven #kory anders/starfire #hank hall/hawk #donna troy/wonder girl #dawn granger/dove #jason todd/red hood #jason todd/robin #connor kent/super boy #titans x reader #x reader #christmas headcanons #jason todd #gar logan #dick greyson #connor kent

[apopcornkernel]

reading birds of prey volume 2 and feeling like throwing up what even is this im goinf to cry hawk and dove my babygirls what did they do to you

#THEY TURNED HAWK AND DOVE INTO MISOGYNIST X I CAN FIX HIM. DO YOU KNOW HOW . UPSET I AM #dcposting #hawk and dove

[thethistlegirl]

"Shadows of the Night" - by Pat Benatar

I keep telling myself I'm NOT going to get into anything new, but I ended up here trying to look up things for the Reacher series and running across Hank's backstory in Titans and going "well I need that" and then severely underestimating how much 1.09 was actually going to break me. Hank and Dawn trauma bonding got to me....and then I heard this song and went WELL time for a new playlist I guess...

@nade2308

#dc titans #hank hall #dawn granger #hawk and dove #hank x dawn

[mar-the-magician]

H Is For Hawk

Despite how busy I’ve been recently, I still wanted to do something for Hakukai week, so I picked my favorite prompt (birds) and wrote a fic for it! Apologies that it’s not more 😅 I love these two adorkable idiots so much and will definitely be writing more with them! 

“We should race sometime.” Kaito watched as Watson glided smoothly back over the field onto Saguru’s leather-gloved hand. Saguru fed her a small treat and gave Kaito an amused glance out of the corner of his eye. 

“She’s pretty fast, you know? I bet she could keep up with me!” Kaito laughed cheekily, bending forward and reaching out to stroke Watson’s feathers carefully. Saguru smiled at him, shaking his head.

“Considering that she was literally designed for flying, and everything about her is conducive to speed…” 

“Exactly! She might just be able to barely match my pace on a good day!” He laughed. Saguru sighed, trying to hide his smile.

“Have you ever captured birds mid-flight?” Kaito stopped laughing after a moment, looking pensive.

“I’ve actually caught some of the less well-trained doves when they got out and flew away— obviously they’d never do that now, but they took some time to get acclimated to my house when I first got them…” 

“You caught them from your glider?” Saguru raised his eyebrows. Kaito shrugged.

“There was no other way to catch them covertly, and not everyone puts two and two together to make four the same way you do, so no-one else knew I had them at the time.” He parroted one of their classmate’s voices perfectly, even taking on his posture as he said

“Just because Kuroba-kun used doves for a couple tricks doesn’t mean he owns some— maybe he just rented them!” Saguru stroked Watson and looked off into the distance, thoughtful.

“But— that’s not how training birds… works… you have to build up trust and make sure they know they’re safe with you, give them positive reinforcement and show that you respect their boundaries… and all that before you even consider teaching them tricks…”

“You know that because you have trained a bird in the past.” Kaito mused absentmindedly. Suddenly he did a double take, whipping his head around to look at Saguru.

“Did you—“

Saguru met his gaze, confused. 

“Did I what?” 

“How you just described training a bird sounded a lot like how you’ve talked about the early stages of our relationship.” Kaito’s stare remained fixed on the speechless Saguru. 

“Was Watson— practice for you??” He whipped around to face the hawk who was still perched comfortably on Saguru’s glove.

“Are you the reason why we’re in a relationship??” Saguru got his words back at that, laughing a little at first before growing more serious to say

“We might have taken longer to get to this point if I’d never had experience with someone who took time and effort to build the foundation for a healthy relationship, but I always would have wanted to be with you. I always would have done anything within my power to get past that front you put up, and consequently fallen in love with you.” Kaito blushed and scoffed at this, putting a hand in front of his mouth.

“I— that’s— thank you… Hakubaka.” There was no bite in the insult, in fact it almost felt like a term of endearment. Saguru smiled at him fondly.

“Come on— let’s go inside, it’s chilly out here, and I think Watson’s had enough exercise for the day— plus, I think Baaya should have hot cocoa ready for us by now!” Kaito coughed, trying to shake his blush, and handed Saguru Watson’s hood. 

“Th-that sounds good. Thank you, Sa-chan.” He murmured. Saguru gently placed the hood over Watson’s head, lacing it up, and reached to link arms with his boyfriend.

“It’s not a problem. I wanted to do it.” He gently shoved Kaito with his hip as they began walking.

“Just make sure to return the favor— I need to spend some time with your doves!” Kaito’s face lit up, and his step grew bouncier.

“Of course!”

“Now, hot chocolate.”

Thank you for reading! This was quite fun to write 😁 the title is the same as that of a nonfiction book I read once, about a woman’s story with becoming closer with a hawk (that’s a very oversimplified version of it, it gets pretty dark in some places) and some parts of it reminded me of Kaito and Saguru’s relationship, and thus, this fic was born! And for everyone wondering about my WIPs— they’re coming, I promise!!! I’m going to try to get another LR chapter up by the Friday after tomorrow!!! Goodness it’s been a while on that—

Anyhow, enough of my rambles! Thank you for reading and I wish you all a very happy Hakukai Week 2022!!

#hakukai #sagukai #hakuba x kaito #saguru hakuba #hakuba saguru #kaito kuroba #magic kaito 1412 #magic kaito #kuroba kaito #saguru x kaito #kaito x saguru #kaito x hakuba #kaito’s doves #watson (hawk) #hakuba saguru’s pet hawk #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom post #hakukaiweek22

[startroy]

Hank and Dawn Icons

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[whywouldisayprinter]

These violent delights have violent ends

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[iwishiwasbatman]

Masked Love (Part 3)

Pairing- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson X Platonic!OC

Warnings- death, violence, major angst

Summary- After making a shocking discovery with the help of Scarecrow, Elana confronts her demons. She’s forced to fight against people she loves in order protect her teammates. But can she say no when her demon comes to her for help?

Word Count- 6,935

I hate getting up early. I’ll get up for early morning training or an early gymnastics meet. But an early meeting? If I had any control over it, no. Don’t get me wrong, being CEO is better than any of the other jobs at Queen Consolidated and it made me filthy rich, but it required 7am meetings. Not my thing.

“So, we’ve got the funding for the police gala squared away?” I asked over the Zoom call.

“We should,” my CFO, Michael Bridges, answered. I noticed Dick walk in, but stay off camera to the right.

“That covers catering, venue, entertainment, and staff?” I checked.

“Yes,” he replied. “Our donation and the cost of our gift will be a separate total we should have by the end of the month, but it should fit our budget.”

“Perfect. Thank you guys so much for putting extra effort into this,” I addressed everyone who was dialed in. “With all you’re doing, this should be the best SCPD gala we’ve had in a while. If no one has any further questions, we should be all wrapped up.” When no one spoke, I smiled. “Great! Thank you guys!” With that I ended the meeting. I took off my headphones, closed my computer, and turned to Dick.

“Do you ever rest?” he laughed.

“Yes, when I sleep,” I said.

“Oh, you mean the three hours of sleep you get every night?”

“Hey, usually it’s three and a half,” I defended.

“Look, I, uh, just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” he started.

“Whatever could you mean by that?” I asked sarcastically.

“Ha, ha. You’re not funny.”

“I think I am,” I mumbled as he went to keep talking.

“I shouldn’t have lashed out on you like I did. I guess I didn’t realize how stressed I was,” he apologized.

“You are right about that.” I smirked.

“Are we good then?” he asked cautiously.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Would it kill you to say “I accept your apology”?”

“What if I reject your apology?”

“Well, then, we’d have some issues.” Dick shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Is that even allowed? Like, can you actually walk up to someone and say you reject their apology?” I asked.

“You’re… weird,” Dick said.

“Old news, man,” I smiled. “Tell you what, if you tell me what had you so riled up last night, I’ll let it go.”

He sighed. “I saw the guy we’ve been after. Wears a red helmet. Calls himself “Red Hood”. He got away, but he’s a good fighter. He’s gonna be a problem.”

“Red Hood? How creative,” I scoffed.

“Are we good now?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good, because if we weren’t, it would make asking for a favor awkward.”

“Of course,” I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “Men, they always want something.”

“Real funny. Barbara and I are working on a lead for our guy, Red Hood. We need you to talk to Scarecrow about knowing anything about him. Are you cool with that?”

“Yup. I do need to get out of the house,” I said. “Er, apartment.”

“Good. I’ll call you if we need you.” Dick nodded.

“Why didn’t you just call me instead of coming all the way over here?” I asked.

“I-uh, felt like I needed to apologize to you in person,” Dick answered. That was super believable.

“‘K…” I said. “I’m just gonna take your word for it.” I stood up.

“If you can meet up at the Manor at, like, 10, would that work?”

“I should be done about then.” I nodded.

“Great, see you then.” I watched him walk out, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t telling me something.

—————————

I walked down the dimly lit halls of Arkham for a third time in three days. Unlike last time, Crane stood at the bars, ready to talk to me.

“Ms. Queen, as much as I enjoy having you visit me, must you do it so early? Are you an insomniac or something like that?” he asked as I got to the bars.

“Yes, I am an insomniac, but also, when you run a multimillion dollar company that insists on early meetings, you get up early,” I sighed.

“I see. So, to what, then, do I owe the pleasure?”

“New information showed up from the case you helped us with yesterday. We have a name now. Red Hood,” I told him.

“Like the Joker?” he asked, putting his hands behind his back.

“No, this guy’s new. The Titans fought him last night at the Hobbs Powder Plant building. Nightwing and him had a showdown, but he got away. I have a feeling there might have been more, but I wasn’t told.”

“Interesting. You think they were leaving something out?” he asked.

“Is that what you focused on in that sentence?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I simply find it curious.” He shrugged.

“Is there anything that you can come up with that would connect in a different way now that we have our guy?” I asked. I handed him the file and he began flipping through it with one hand while using the other to pull out other files.

“The red hoods that his people all wore is the only obvious one, which I assume you’ve already noticed.” I nodded. “Aside from that, I can’t see anything else.” I sighed in disappointment.

“This was a waste of time,” I mumbled.

“Precisely,” Crane smiled.

“Why do you say it like that?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“You did mention that you feel like these Titans are keeping something from you.” I cocked my eyebrow and crossed my arms. “I have a mind-bender for you. If you wanted to tell someone something you didn’t want someone else to know, when would you do it?”

“When that someone else isn’t around,” I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Wait…” I trailed off. That little- Dick lied to me.

“Exactly,” Crane smirked.

“Well, thank you for the talk. You were very helpful. I’ll be sure to tell Barbara.” I smiled, trying to hide my anger.

“Glad to be of service.” He bowed. I turned and headed back down the halls to show Dick Grayson just how scary I can be when you get on my bad side.

—————————

I parked my motorcycle in the Manor’s driveway, threw off my helmet, not even bothering to put it on my bike handle, and stomped up to the door. Taking a deep breath, I swung open the door and headed in. From further in the Manor, I heard Hank’s raised voice. I laughed to myself. So he’s telling them about whatever this is, but not me? I got to the door of one of the living rooms and stood on the side of the doorframe.

“Everyone’s just trying to figure out what the heck happened,” Dawn said. I listened intently.

“Right. We figure out the how and why later,” Dick said. “Jason’s out there and we need to stop him.” I froze. What did he just say? Jason was dead. Unless… No. There was no way he could be back. As much as I tried to convince myself this, I knew he wouldn’t mean anyone else. The pieces slowly fell into place. The reason Dick was so shaken up yesterday was because he had fought Red Hood. Jason. Jason was Red Hood and he was back from the dead. I was a mess of mixed emotions.

“You know, you guys do what you want, but if it ends up him verses me, kid’s going down,” I heard Hank say angrily.

“So now we’re killing Jason?” Dawn asked. Not on my watch, they weren’t.

“He wrote his own ticket. He starts taking people out, game’s over.” I heard footsteps fade out. I assumed they were Hank’s.

“What do we tell Elana?” I heard Dawn ask. At least someone thought of me.

“Nothing,” Dick answered. My blood boiled. That was it.

“That doesn’t seem like a good idea,” I said, walking in with dangerously powerful steps that made all of them stand up straighter.

“Elana-” Dawn came toward me.

“Out, both of you,” I said cooly to her and Kory. When they didn’t move, I flashed my eyes. “Now.” They looked at Dick before hurrying out.

“Elana, let me explain-“ Dick started.

“What? That my dead boyfriend’s alive and you forgot to tell me?” I asked sarcastically.

“I didn’t want to have you with conflicting feelings,” Dick tried to tell me. “We still have a mission to complete.”

“A mission?! I can’t be successful on a mission if I don’t have the full details!” I raised my voice.

“That’s not true at all. I’ve seen you do it before. Jason means a lot to you and I can’t have you compromised!” Dick matched my tone.

“Oh, you can’t have me compromised?! My bad if the fact that I’m human and have feelings could “compromise” our mission, but you’ve been with me since the start of my hero days. Have I ever let feelings get in the way of a mission?”

“Talia al Ghul.” He crossed his arms over his chest, all proud of himself.

“The woman ruined my life, she doesn’t count!” I narrowed my eyes. “But my point stands. The mission comes first and I’ve never forgotten that,” I hissed.

“Okay, Elana, but tell me this! Tell me, honestly, that you could look Jason in the eye and do the hard thing if it came down to it!”

“You know I don’t believe in killing!”

“Clearly not, you killed people for three years like a sport!” I blinked a couple times. That was a step too far. Dick knew it, too. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Without regret, I punched him square in the face. His head flew back and his body followed. He clutched his nose that was now dripping blood.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” I turned around and headed back to the entrance and Dick spoke up.

“Where are you going?”

“To clear my head. Follow me and you’ll see how mean I can get.”

—————————

I was sitting in front of my mom and dad’s tombstones, trying to quiet myself. This was my go-to place for just that. I always felt a sense of calm when I was here. It was the same calm I felt when they were around. I guess it just made me feel like I had something familiar. Not even fifteen minutes into sitting there, I felt a presence behind me and I knew exactly who it was.

“When I lost them,” I started, “it felt like I had lost a piece of myself. I was convinced there was no way to get it back. But then you showed up and I finally felt like myself again. Then, I lost you.” He came and sat down beside me. “And now… you’re back?” I looked over and had to keep my breath from hitching. There was nothing different about his appearance, but his eyes looked haunted. He looked back at me with a guilty expression and then down at the ground. “Oh, god, Jay, you scared me.” I ran a hand through my hair.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t expect Joker to beat me to death.”

“What did you expect? You went after a psychopath who’s had Batman wrapped around his finger since forever.” He kept looking down, not saying a word. I shook my head and stood up. If he didn’t want to talk, then I didn’t want to talk to him. I turned to walk away, but a hand around my wrist stopped me and spun me back around.

“Elana, please. I’m sorry,” Jason said. He intertwined both his hands with mine. “I just… I wanted to see you. I-I’m just trying to figure out what to say.”

“Maybe you can start with why you chose to name your new persona after the man that killed you?” He laughed.

“It’s called irony.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked.

“I doubt you like what I’ve done. I didn’t want you to have to worry about me.” His voice got small. “And I didn’t want you to hate me.” I grabbed the sides of his jacket collar and pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t expect it, I could tell, but he melted into it, his hands resting on my hips. As our lips parted, we touched foreheads and I laughed as he smiled. “I missed that,” he said.

“I couldn’t hate you if I tried,” I told him.

“I love you,” he chuckled.

“Who doesn’t?” I said with a smirk.

“Give me a pen and paper and I could come up with fifty names at least.” I playfully shoved him off of me. “I’m kidding.”

“You better be,” I laughed.

“You know that movie night I promised you? Tonight. You and me, your apartment, an unhealthy amount of junk food. How does that sound?” Jason offered.

“That sounds amazing,” I smiled.

“How about midnight?”

“Perfect.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Two things. Here’s my new number in case you need me,” he handed me a slip of paper with the phone number on it. “And you can’t tell anyone that we’re talking, especially Dick. If someone finds out, you could get in trouble and I don’t want you to.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Great. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“You better. If you die again, there’s no refunds this time,” I joked. He laughed, kissed my forehead, and walked away. I smiled as I watched him leave, the butterflies in my stomach going wild. I couldn’t believe he was back. A part of me wondered why I didn’t punch him in the face for what he’s done, but I knew. The Jason I just saw was the Jason that I knew, the Jason that he really was. If I didn’t push him, maybe he’d come back to all of us. Maybe, I thought, smiling.

—————————

I had gone back to the Manor, successfully cooled off. The others were confused as to how it happened in under an hour, but I refused to tell them. I had even talked to Dick about our little shouting match. We agreed I earned punching him and he was just being stubborn. I loved winning.

Flash forward three hours to the present; Dawn, Dick, Conner, and I were in the cave looking for Hank who had mysteriously disappeared.

“Where the heck did he go?” Dawn asked as we watched the security footage of him out and about.

“A couple minutes later, he leaves and gets in as cab,” Conner said. “Now his phone’s off the grid.” We watched on the monitor as Hank got into a cab.

“Can you pull the plate?” Dick asked.

“I’ll try,” Conner answered, though he didn’t sound too sure if himself. He zoomed in on the license plate.

“We talked in the kitchen. Everything was fine,” Dawn said. “I told him to dial it down a notch.”

“Present and accounted for.” We all spun around to see Hank walking toward us, clearly hurt. He fell to his knees before he could reach us.

“Hank,” Dawn gasped. We hurried toward him. “What happened?” He unbuttoned his shirt, showing us a device attached to his chest, blood around it. My eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Get it out of me,” he panted.

“Oh my gosh,” Dawn breathed. “Is that a bomb?”

“It’s a gift,” Hank said, “from our pal, Jason.” I shot backwards, inhaling sharply. Everyone’s eyes were on me, but I didn’t care. There was no way Jason would do this. He would never do this to anyone, especially Hank. Right? I had just talked to him.

“Oh, good. You found him.” Gar walked in with a sigh of relief. Kory was right behind him. “Or not?” He could tell something was wrong. Dawn and Dick helped Hank over to the med-bay while I kept to the back, biting my nails.

“You went to talk to Jason by yourself?” Dawn asked.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Hank groaned, laying down. “Just get me a shot of whiskey and get the dang thing out.”

“I’m all for not touching that thing until we figure out how it works,” Kory spoke up.

“Conner, take a look inside and tell us what we’re dealing with,” Dick instructed.

“Yeah,” Conner sighed. His eyes lit up blue as he looked at Hank. “Wow,” he breathed. “This is pretty crazy.”

“Conner,” Dawn said sternly.

“Um, it has anti-retraction barbs that hold the device in place. Looks like it’s embedded in the pectoralis major right through to the aortic arch.”

“No part of that sounded good,” Hank commented.

“The engineering is incredibly nuanced. Bomb’s designed to tolerate insertion, not retraction,” Conner explained, writing something down. He held up a drawing of what I assumed was the bomb. “These barbs are in Hank’s chest.” I cringed. It looked painful. “They have sensors. If those sensors detect too much force, it’ll explode.”

“What if we remove it surgically?” Dick asked.

“Same outcome,” Conner answered. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “Once activated, it’s designed to kill.” No. I lost two people in a row, I refused to lose the man who had played a brotherly role in my life. What was Jason thinking?

“That stupid little jerk,” Hank growled.

“This whole thing is engineered to read EKG signals,” Conner told us. “The countdown isn’t seconds, it’s-“

“The number of heartbeats he has left,” I finished.

“What do you mean countdown?” Dawn asked. Conner removed the top piece from the bomb to reveal a countdown.

“When it gets down to zero-“

“Jason can’t actually want Hank to die, right?” Gar cut Conner off. Out of nowhere, Dick’s phone began to ring.

“I have a feeling we’re about to find out,” Kory sighed. We all were thinking it, she just said it. Dick walked off in what I assume was an attempt to get out of earshot, but it didn’t work. For me, at least.

“I’m listening,” he answered the phone. He paused. “Whatever you want, killing Hank isn’t the way to get it.” He paused again. “Enough of the games. Tell me how we end this.” There was a longer wait this time. “This isn’t about the money for you. I could wire that right now and this would be all over.” Money? Why would Jason want money? “Never gonna happen,” Dick sighed. “What would she think of you doing this?” I knew exactly who “she” was. And “she” was not particularly happy that Dick was using her as a negotiation tactic. Seconds later, Dick hung up the phone. I realized my heart rate had quickened and my breathing became shallower. I tried to calm myself by using my breathing techniques, but it wasn’t working.

“He wants 50 million dollars in gold bars in return for deactivating the bomb,” Dick sighed, walking back over. My panic grew.

“Gold bars?” Hank echoed. “Did he have a white cat on his lap, too?”

“What did you tell him?” Dawn asked.

“Freaking N-O, I hope,” Hank said. “No way we negotiate with terrorists.” I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to get grounded. There was no way I was gonna have a full blown panic attack in front of people who didn’t even know I suffered from them. Besides, we had worse issues.

“So we’re just gonna call his bluff?” Dawn sighed. “Jason’s crazy!” My mind was racing.

“Where I come from, you come after family, we show no mercy,” Kory added. I felt like the conversation around me was a mile away and underwater.

“How much time do we have left?” Dick asked. I clutched my necklace and reminded myself of the breathing patterns my mom had taught me specifically for my panic attacks.

“The average resting heart rate is eighty beats per minute,” Dawn answered. I became more aware of my surroundings and took one last deep breath, thankful that was over.

“Mine’s a little closer to seventy-two,”Hank commented.

“Forty-three hundred beats per hour.” Dawn did the math.

“That’s less than four hours,” Kory sighed.

“Get him on a beta blocker drip,” I spoke up for the first time since figuring out the bomb’s countdown. Everyone looked at me, surprised I said anything. “It’ll slow down his heart rate and buy some more time.”

“Elana’s right,” Dick sighed before walking off. Dawn followed him. I exhaled sharply and put a reassuring hand on Hank’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry about this, Hank. You don’t deserve it,” I said.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not in any way your fault,” he told me. I nodded, but I guess I still looked a little unwell. “Hey, are you okay, kid?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re the one that’s not. Try to get some rest, okay?” I covered.

“Got it.” Hank offered a smile that I returned halfheartedly before walking out. I headed upstairs to the kitchen where Bruce kept his medicine. I dug through the cabinets in search of Librium, the anxiety pill Dad had said I should take whenever I had an attack.

“Looking for this?” I turned around to see Dick holding my medicine.

“No, I have a headache. I’m looking for Tylenol,” I lied.

“Don’t lie, Elana. I know what an anxiety attack looks like,” he sighed.

“How could you tell?” I crossed my arms.

“Your eyes and your breathing. If I didn’t look as close as I did, I wouldn’t have noticed. You’re really good at hiding it.”

“I’ve been doing it for a while. It’s called practice,” I mumbled.

“How long?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because I’m trying to help. And I have something you need in my hand.”

I sighed and pursed my lips. “Once every two months for eight years,” I looked down.

“What?!” Dick exclaimed.

“It’s fine! It doesn’t happen a lot!” I defended.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” he sighed, throwing me the pills. I popped one in my mouth and swallowed it.

“I’m not feeling like a lecture right now, thanks,” I said, walking past him. He grabbed my bicep and pulled me back a step.

“If you need to talk about this, I’m here,” he offered, calmer than he was a second ago.

“Yep.” I pulled out of his grip and headed upstairs. I got to my room and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed Jason’s number. It rang… and rang… and rang. He wasn’t picking up. Not because he didn’t see it, because he didn’t want to answer. I muttered a curse under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

I texted him with the words “we need to talk now”, but I doubted I’d get a response. I threw my phone down on the bed and grabbed a pillow. Bringing it to my face, I let out an frustrated scream. I chucked the pillow across the room and flopped, face down, onto my bed.

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The others had moved Hank into a bedroom in the Manor to try to keep him calm and comfortable. I felt, in a way, that it was partially my fault. If I would’ve just brought Jason in or talked him down, this could’ve been avoided. To try to ease my guilty conscience, I went to talk to Hank.

“Hey,” I greeted, walking in.

“Hey yourself.” He smiled tiredly.

“How you feeling?” I asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Top of my game,” he said.

“That is a lie.”

“Eh, I’ve been in worse situations.”

“Worse than having a bomb strapped to your chest?” I raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he sighed.

“But hey, we’ll figure something out. We always do,” I tried to convince him.

“Elana, we both know how this is gonna end.”

“Hank,” I groaned, “don’t talk like that. I lost Donna and Jason, I can’t lose you.”

“You know this isn’t your fault, right?”

“What? I didn’t say-“

“You didn’t have to. I know you, Lanes. You think everything is your fault.”

“This one might be.” I looked down. “I saw him, Jason, before he got to you and I didn’t do anything. We talked, but not about what he’s done. If I would’ve just-“

“Were you the one who put this bomb on my chest?” he cut me off. I shook my head. “Right. So this is not on you. Got it?”

“Yeah.” I gave a weak smile.

“I need you to do me a favor,” he said.

“Anything.”

“If I don’t make it-“

“Hank,” I cut him off.

“No, listen to me. I need you to do this.” He took a deep breath. “If I don’t make it, I need you to look after Dawn for me. Keep her in check. Don’t let this ruin her. The world needs Dove.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” I nodded. “But you’re gonna make it.”

“One more thing. Don’t beat yourself up too bad if this goes the wrong way. You’re a good kid with a whole life in front of you.”

“That might be a little harder, but I’ll try.” I smiled.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” I held out my pinky and he laughed, but connected our pinkies.

“Do you remember when we snuck off to go after Liam Nells? Dick didn’t let us out of his sight for days,” Hank recalled.

“I believe he tried to get Bruce to ground me,” I laughed. “Dawn chewed us out for an hour straight.”

“He deserved it, though,” Hank pointed out. “You don’t get to screw up a relationship and then go after the other person for it.”

“I still don’t understand why we got in so much trouble. He was a jerk,” I sighed.

“Ah, the golden days.” Hank closed his eyes and smiled. We sat in silence as I willed myself not to break down.

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer.” I stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. “You should get some rest.”

“Come here, kid.” He opened his arms for a hug and I embraced him. I began to tear up, but squeezed my eyes shut as to not let any tears fall. I wouldn’t admit it, but the chances of him surviving were very slim. “Thanks for everything.” We let go. I looked at him one more time and smiled.

“Thank you, Hank.” I turned and headed out the door, a single tear streaming down my face. I kept walking down the hallway until I ran into Dick.

“Hey, Elana,” he greeted, but stopped upon seeing my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I shook my head.

“You went to talk to Hank, didn’t you?”

I sighed. “I figured I better say something to him just in case, but I’m not giving up yet.” Dick looked down at his watch. “We’re running out of time.”

“We’ll figure this out, we will,” Dick said. “I talked to Crane. He thinks Jason is doing this because of the fact that he wants a father figure. It wasn’t really that helpful, but I have Conner working on deactivating the bomb.”

“You put that on him? Dick, that’s a lot of pressure.” I crossed my arms.

“I’m also working on a way to fix this, so it’s not only on him.”

“Did you tell him that?”

His expression said it all. “No,” he said, trying to fake that he was sure of himself. I smirked and shook my head.

“I’m gonna go check on him,” I said. “No stupid decisions until I’m back.”

“Your the one that makes those kinds of decisions,” he said.

“I can name a whole lot of stupid decisions you’ve made. When I find time, I’ll write them down.” I smiled, walking backwards toward the clock room.

“Mhmm, come back when you’ve finished that,” he called after me.

After getting into the Cave, I found Conner working on the deactivator. “Hey, Conner,” I greeted.

“Hey, Elana,” he sighed, but smiled.

“Not going so well?” I asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Not really, no.”

“Don’t stress too much over it, you’re pretty brave for doing this. There’s not a lot of people that would. And this is a backup plan if all else fails. The rest of us are trying to figure something out.”

“I’ve been at it forever and I can’t figure this out.” Conner looked at me with sad eyes.

“Hey,” I put a hand on his shoulder, “you are incredibly smart, more so than, don’t tell anyone I said this, everyone else in this building. If anyone’s gonna figure this out, it’s gonna be you.”

“Thanks.” He smiled. “I, uh, was wondering if you’d look over the specs to see if you find anything that can help.”

“Sure.” I nodded. I sat down at the monitor and pulled up the schematics. I flipped through them as Conner continued to work. “Woah, these are pretty advanced,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying tons of different combinations, but the success rate’s been all over the place,” Conner commented.

“It looks like there could be five possibilities for the central piece.” I set those three parts off to the side. “If you try out the same combinations around the five pieces, you might figure it out.”

“How did I not see that before? Thanks, Elana. That helps a ton.” He smiled, looking less defeated. “Oh, by the way, Dawn was looking for you.”

“Got it. I’ll go find her. Good luck Conner, I believe in you.”

“Thank you again, Lana.” I headed back up the stairs to try to find Dawn. Walking the hallways, I finally found her walking out of the room Hank was in. I noticed her teary eyes. Without saying anything, I pulled her into a hug. After a few bittersweet seconds, she pulled away.

“We can’t let him die,” she said quietly, drying her eyes.

“We won’t,” I said confidently.

“There’s only one thing we can do to stop it. We need that gold. Dick won’t do it and I don’t want to do it alone, but I will. Are you in?”

I nodded. “Yeah, without a doubt.”

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Dawn and I crouched in the rafters of the Central Bank of Gotham’s parking garage. We watched as the van pulled in and the guards got out. There were five of them, armed with submachine guns. I looked at Dawn and she nodded. We dropped from the rafters, taking the guards by surprise.

I took the three to the left, Dawn had the two to the right. I grabbed the barrel of the first guy’s gun and threw it downward, then driving it up to hit the man in the chin for a knockout blow. The other two began shooting at me, so I had to duck for cover behind the van. Once their rounds had finished, I jumped out and threw a throwing star shallowly into each man’s leg. They groaned in pain. I took the opportunity to kick the back of one’s knees and swing him by the arm into the other guy. Their heads collided and they were both out cold.

I looked over at Dawn, who had finished off both of her guys, too. She nodded to me and I nodded back. We both walked over to the truck, seeing the keys to it laying there. Dawn pulled out her flip phone she used to contact Jason and dialed.

“Now what?” she asked into the phone. I tried to divert my attention elsewhere to try to forget who was on the other side of that call, but it didn’t work. “Just tell me where to meet,” Dawn sighed. After a few more seconds, she put the phone away. “He wants to meet alone.”

“No way! I’m not letting you go after him alone!” I exclaimed.

“If I don’t go alone, he could kill Hank,” she said.

“I guarantee you I’m smarter than him. I’ll just hide. He won’t know that I’m there,” I told her. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She considered this for a second before sighing.

“Fine.”

“You won’t regret it, Dawn, I promise.”

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Dawn went inside the alley space to meet Jason while I hung back on the outside of the building, out of view from anyone else, but able to see inside. It only took a minute of us being there for Jason to walk in. He was fully dressed in his Red Hood suit. I hadn’t seen it before. It looked pretty good to be honest.

“Where’s the deactivator?” Dawn demanded.

“In front of you.” I winced at his robotic voice. Dawn looked around and I did, too. She found something but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. “You’re wasting precious time.” I watched Dawn walk over to a box and tentatively pull out a small handgun.

“What the heck is this?” Dawn asked.

“I’ve got the deactivator as promised.” Jason held up that very item. “It engages as soon as I release my finger from the trigger.” I ran a hand through my hair in anxiousness. “You want to save Hank?” He took off his helmet. “All you have to do is kill me.” What the heck is he doing?

“What happened to you?” Dawn asked, exasperated.

“Same thing that happens to everybody- I grew up. You can, too. You just have to face your fear,” Jason said. “Batman did it. It’s easier than you think. Just pull the trigger and you’ll be free.” I moved to get ready to go in.

“You’re a jerk, Jason,” Dawn sighed.

“Yeah, well, we all get there eventually,” Jason said. “Oh, Hank’s gonna blow soon.” Not cool. “So who’s it gonna be, babe? Me or him?” Dawn pointed the gun up. I didn’t even think twice. I ran right in there.

Jason sighed and looked down upon seeing me. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“What has to be done,” he responded. I looked into his eyes, but there was something missing. They were duller than earlier.

“Dawn,” I said warningly.

“You did this, not me,” Dawn said, ignoring me.

“Don’t,” I tried again. A bird-a-rang came out of nowhere and knocked the gun from Dawn’s hands and stuck in a post.

“Dawn,” Dick’s voice came from behind, “Don’t.”

“Who invited that guy?” Jason groaned.

“What did you do?” Dick asked. Dawn and Dick looked at each other for a couple more seconds before jumping for the gun. I watched, unsure of what to do, as they grappled for the weapon. I looked at Jason who had an amused smirk on his face and scoffed in disgust, shaking my head. The next thing I knew, Dawn was holding the gun at Jason.

“Dawn, don’t,” Dick warned. “This is what he wants.”

“Let him have it,” Dawn growled.

“You don’t want to do this,” I tried.

“Don’t tell me what I want! You’re just trying to protect him!” she accused. I was taken aback.

“I’m trying to protect you from making a mistake you can’t come back from,” I told her.

“She’s right. You can’t come back from this. We can save Hank another way,” Dick said.

“He’s lying, Dawn,” Jason said. I glared at him and he made eye contact with me. Those eyes weren’t the same eyes as earlier.

“Gar, talk to me,” Dick said into his comms. He paused. “Dawn, we’re almost there.” Dawn checked her wrist for Hank’s heartbeats left. I could guess it wasn’t too high.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Dawn breathed.

“This won’t fix anything,” I said.

“If you do this, he wins,” Dick added. “He won’t save Hank, he’s lying.”

“Hey, batboy, she’s a grown woman. Let her make her own decision,” Jason sneered. Dawn checked her watch again.

“Dawn,” I said softly. She didn’t listen. “Dawn, if you kill him, you’ll never be the same and you’ll have to live with that guilt forever. That’s not fun, believe me. Look, it doesn’t matter if it’s him you kill or some random person off the street, you’ll never be the same.” She began to breathe heavily. After a few seconds, Dick seemed to be hearing something through the comms.

“Dawn!” he shouted. But it was too late.

She pulled the trigger and I heard the click, expecting the worst. But a bullet never came out. She examined the gun as the deactivator in Jason’s started beeping. Then it dawned on me what he’d done.

“Oops, my bad. Looks like I gave you the detonator,” Jason laughed. I took a step back in shock, my mouth dropping open.

“No,” Dick breathed. We all looked down at the gun in astonishment, and the second we looked back at Jason, he was gone. Dick took the gun from Dawn.

“What happened?” she asked breathlessly. We looked at her sympathetically. “No. No, no, no,” she cried. My heart broke for her and for Hank. He was my family and she and him were always together. Sure they’d gone through a rough patch, but they’d always love each other. Everyone knew that. But now he was gone. I had to stop the tear in my eye from escaping as I put my hand comfortingly on Dawn’s shoulder after Dick had pulled her into a hug. What just happened?

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I sat on the floor of my apartment bedroom against the bed, head down, hands gripping my hair. My eyes were red and my face was tear-stained. How could’ve I let this happen? kept echoing in my head. There was now a hole in the wall that I’d have to fix from my fist. The only reason there weren’t more is because I had switched to punching a pillow. My grief was like a roller coaster. First I was in denial, then I was furious, and now? I couldn’t put words to my sadness. Maybe if I had just turned Jason in, this wouldn’t have happened.

The soft creek of my bedroom window pulled me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right here, right now,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Elana-“ Jason started.

“No.” I stood abruptly. “Don’t “Elana” me. You killed Hank today. What makes you think that you can walk in here and have everything magically be okay.”

“Elana, please,” he begged, “let me explain.” He took a step closer and reached out.

“Don’t touch me,” I growled, taking a step back and putting my hand up to distance him from me.

“I’m sorry, Elana. I-I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I know,” he swallowed. His demeanor was completely different and his eyes had their brightness back. He wasn’t the sadistic, cocky villain that was in the alley four hours ago. “I just came to say that I’m sorry.”

Without a second thought, my hand flew to his face with a loud slapping sound. His head flew back, but he never retaliated. “You should be!” I snapped. “You murdered the man I consider family by strapping a freaking bomb to his chest! Are you insane?! That is Joker-level stuff!” I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my face. “He died painfully and alone and now I wonder if I had just taken you in before this whole thing started if he would still be alive,” my voice died down. “Oh, god.” By back hit the wall as I used it for support. I sank back down to the floor. “Why did you do it?” I asked quietly, raising my puffy eyes to look at his.

“I-I don’t know,” he said honestly, looking at the floor. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I felt a hand touch my own. I knew I should brush it off, but something about Jason’s touch made me feel safer. I couldn’t help the silent tears the rolled down my face. I hated crying. I was told when I was with the League that only the weak cry. I especially hated crying in front of other people.

Jason hesitantly wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I didn’t return it, but I didn’t stop it. I knew I should’ve pushed him away, told him to leave, but I just couldn’t. Like before, I felt safer when he was right there. He put a hand on the back of my head in a comforting way and I let my head dropped down on his shoulder. He gently stroked my hair as I tried to calm my breathing. Pulling away from him, I wiped my eyes.

“One more chance. Please, Elana, give me one more chance,” Jason said. I closed my eyes and dropped my head. “I swear, I will make it up to you. If I don’t, I’ll let you take me in. I promise.”

“Jay…”

“No, just hear me out. I want to change. I want to be better. If I mess up, you can throw me in Arkham. Just please, let me try,” he begged, grabbing my hands. “Please.” His eyes shone bright and desperate. I met his gaze and sighed.

“Fine, but if you mess this up, we’re done and I’ll personally escort you to prison,” I warned.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it,” Jason said excitedly.

“But for tonight, I need to be alone,” I said. He nodded.

“Yeah, I- I assumed. I’ll see you later then?” This time, I was the one that nodded. He gave a weak smile, disappearing out the window.

I curled back into myself and reburied my head in my hands. I should’ve said no. I should’ve taken him in right then. I just couldn’t bring myself to. What did I just do?

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Story: Ice Dove

Hey Everybody, Wolfstyle2074 here with the 2nd chapter of Ice Dove. Sorry it took too long to post this but I hope fellow YJ fans enjoy it.

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