#i was going to do donna hugging all the titans but

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

Here are a couple of panels I was going to do something with but I changed my mind since it would take way too long to find every panel I would need for this set. I still edited these two anyway though so might as well post them right who doesn’t like hugs?

#donna troy #wally west #raven #rachel roth #teen titans #the flash #wonder girl #i was going to do donna hugging all the titans but #i cannot click through 200 issues just to find everything i need do not have the mental fortitude for that right now #anyway off to go ride rollercoasters

[batfamhyperfixation]

Jason, looking at Roy: aren't we all at least a bit homo

Interviewer: ah yes because we are all homo sapiens, I get what you did there

Jason, confused: no I meant when I look at dudes I have gay thoughts

#jason: I have gay thoughts #the gay thoughts: *hold his hand* *snuggle* *run your hand through his hair* *put your arm around him* *hug* *kiss his cheek* #jason: *is an absolute blushing mess* #interviewer: oh god they must be really dirty #Ok look I feel like jason is the type to be a blushing mess when thinking about doing little intimate things with people #Roy would think its hilarious so he would be all flirty in a domestic way like Im going to intertwine our fingers and lay my head on you #until their hands are intertwined and jason kisses their hands and roy becomes a blushing mess cause jason has never instigated it before #like I just want their intimacy to be friends messing with each other but then they both realize they actually like the intimacy so #it just becomes a thing they do and other people around them are confused cause these emotionally constipated buff dudes are able to #unironically be this intimate. the batfamily meets angry jason who was resurrected and then they meet Jason With Roy™ they are blindsighted #cause murderous jason was laying his head on Roy's lap as Roy ran his fingers through Jason's hair (no one else should even attempt this) #as they were talking in front of everyone and using pet names as calling each other partner and everyone is like 'what???' #dick is most suprised though cause he is friends with roy so its a classic case of 'when did my brother and my friend become so intimate??' #he calls the entire rest of the og teen titans over just to make sure his eyes arent deceiving him #like 'no fr donna wally garth you guys gotta get over here and see this' and that was how they started an inpromptu teen titan reunion #jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #incorrect outlaws quotes #rhato #red hood and arsenal

[jasntodds]

Caving In [Book 1 End]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 15,158

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, canon violence, blood, mentions of injuries (bruising, being shot with a tranquilizer), canon character death, fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of being brainwashed

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: Uh, hi!! It’s the last chapter of book 1 and I just wanna say a very big thank you to all of you who’ve been reading 😭 Your comments have literally kept me posting and have meant so much to me!! I really hope you guys like this chapter!! I will have chapter 1 of book 2 up in 2 weeks and then weekly after that!! lol There’s a longer author’s note at the end about this book and book 2!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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The women and you go back to the tower. Donna and Dawn explain what the man told them. They’re planning something, that’s more of the information they got from the guy they “spoke” to. So, the only option, at the moment is to wait and try to come up with a plan to storm CADMUS before they can execute their plan. But, you’ll still need more help because Donna, Dawn, and you don’t have nearly enough power or resources to get you all in and out of CADMUS alive, so you’re all back to waiting.

You spend a lot of the time in the training room throwing knives as you wait. Waiting has to be the worst part of this whole thing. The longer you wait, the more Gar is in danger. Donna and Dawn tried to reassure you that if CADMUS is planning something, that means Gar is at least alive. Sure, that’s good, of course it is but what are they doing to him while he’s alive? As someone who’s been tortured twice, you know that it’s a hell of a lot easier wanting to be dead than tortured. Gar is strong but it’s not fair. It shouldn’t have been him.

After a few hours, you take a break and head to the kitchen, hoping for an update from Donna and Dawn, but as you walk in, the elevator doors open revealing Jason. A rush of relief floods you as a warm smile splits your face with the sight of him. You waste no time in walking up to him just as he exits the elevator. Jason can’t help the smile that comes to his face as he sees you. He can’t even believe how much he’s missed you. It’s been a week. But, you wrap your arms around his neck and he feels warm again. The hollow feeling in his chest starts to fill with adoration as he wraps his arms around your waist. Jason Todd is not much of a hugger but he’d take a hug from you any day.

“Miss me?” Jason quips as you pull away, his eyes landing on the bruise on your cheek. It looks a lot worse in person.

“Eh, a little.” You shrug one of your shoulders, looking to the ground and back to him. “Thank you for coming, Jay.”

“Yeah,” Jason’s eyes look up and back to you. “You’d do the same for me, so would Gar.”

“You came.” Donna states as she comes around the hall, Dawn on her right.

“I’m here for Gar.” Jason’s tone switches and he’s, rightfully, still a little bitter about what happened.

“Thank you for coming, Jason.” Dawn offers him a kind smile and Jason just nods, looking back to you.

“Well, I’m gonna go fill him in.” You give the women a gentle smile. "Unless...there's an update?"

"No," Dawn shakes her head sadly. "You can fill him in."

You let out a sigh, nodding your head and chewing the inside of your cheek. You grab Jason's hand and tug him along with you, passing past the women, and head to the training room. Jason catches you still limping slightly and he figured the fight with CADMUS was bad but you clearly got hurt. He kind of gets why you were so insistent that night with Deathstroke. It’s different seeing each other injured at the hands of someone, now that you know each other.

You take a seat on the floor and Jason follows your lead, just as you both did that night just a few months before. You extend your legs in front of you while Jason extends his left leg, his right leg bent up and his foot planted on the floor. Both of your hands rest on the floor behind you.

It feels a little weird being back. The tower is feels empty, sure, but it’s kind of like it’s haunted. A cruel reminder of everything Jason isn’t, of everything he could have been but failed at being. It’s not reassuring or comforting or welcoming, but he looks at you, and he’s glad he came, if only for a night or two.

“Spill your guts.” Jason grins at you because of course, he remembers what he told you that night.

“Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.” Your eyes widen before your sad smile drops. “Well, CADMUS attacked and we did not stand a chance.” You let out a dry laugh. “Like, they just kept coming in. Gar transformed and uh, we were in the kitchen so I started grabbing knives, got a few of them.”

“Good.” Jason scoffs.

“Yeah, but uh, they shot me with a tranquilizer?” You roll your eyes. “I don’t really remember much. Just, Gar in front of me and not a tiger anymore. I woke up and they were gone. I called you, then Dick, then Kory. Then everyone else, but Donna was the only one that called back. She showed up a few hours later. Then she got a call from Rachel saying she was in danger or something so we went to this diner? Bruce showed up?”

“Why the fuck was Bruce there?”

“I have no fucking idea? He set it up, I guess? I have no idea. So, uh, Dick got himself arrested.”

Jason lets out a booming laugh. “No shit? Goody fucking toe-shoes Dicky Grayson got arrested?”

“Yep! So, Rachel wanted to rescue Dick first and I wanted to rescue Gar first.”

“Why the fuck would you rescue Dick? He put himself there.”

“That’s what me and Donna said!” You yell dramatically. “So, we argued about it and she made me really mad so I punched her in the face.”

Jason has a smile of disbelief crossing his lips. He would never hit Rachel outside of sparring, especially after she almost killed him but he’s surprised you did. He knows she must have really gotten under your skin if you’re the one throwing punches first. And, he is very curious what exactly Rachel could have said that finally got you to snap especially since you said you aren’t normally the one to throw punches.

“Over Gar and Dick?” Jason questions with the nod of his head.

“Well, I--no, like there was more to it. I don’t know. She was throwing shit in my face and I said she was a wounded puppy.” You start explaining, Jason unable to control his laughter. He knows it’s true but he would have killed to have seen the look on Rachel’s face. “So, she said that I was because I was mad about the stuff that happened with you and this was after she tried to tell me what I was going to do, save Dick and not Gar.” You roll your eyes as Jason’s laughter subsides and it clicks.

The last straw for you was a comment about him? He knows he means something to you because you’ve said it a thousand times and you make it so obvious, even Jason can’t miss it. But, he didn’t think you’d still be fighting over him when he’s not around. It means more to him than he’ll ever say.

“You punched her because she called you a wounded puppy?” Jason raises his brows.

“Well….” Your eyes look to the side and then up, as if to be in thought before you land back on Jason who has one of his devious smirks. “Yeah, I guess. Like, she was so…” You scrunch your nose as you shake your head. “She also implied I was self-absorbed.” Jason’s face scrunches and he swears you’re one of the least self-absorbed people he’s ever met. Has Rachel not met the rest of the Titans? “And then!” You say dramatically. “She kept going after I punched her. She said that Gar deserves better and that you left me and for 'Deathstroke’s daughter'." You mock the way Rachel said. “It was so fucking stupid.”

“That’s fucking shitty. Who the fuck does she think she is? She chose Dick over Gar but he deserves better than you? There’s no one better than you.” The comment leaves Jason’s lips so quickly he barely even catches he said it. You eye him carefully but choose to brush over the comment. It’s not right to dig into that right now.

“I mean, she has a point and I told her that.” You let out a laugh. “It’s true, I’m not delusional enough to think otherwise but, that’s not the point. It’s not her fucking business.” You shake your head. “And you left for your own reasons and it was shitty to say like you weren’t even there.” Your brows raise as your eyes go wide. “So, her and Kory went to break Dick out of prison, I guess and we came here to come up with a plan to save Gar, Conner, and Krypto. That’s what ya missed.”

“Shit, fuck Rachel. She's not even worth it.” Jason lets out a huff. He really did miss a lot. “You guys think of a plan?”

You shake your head. “Donna and Dawn have the blueprints to CADMUS but they haven’t figured out how we’re going to break in and then out without getting ourselves killed.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they have security up the ass.” Jason sighs. “Could Trojan Horse it.”

You let out a laugh. “Yeah? And how do you suggest we pull that off?”

“I have no fucking idea.” Jason laughs with you. “It’s better than nothing.” Jason leans forward slightly, extending his arm dramatically.

“Right, but we don’t wanna die tonight.” You shake your head. “I don’t know, we’ll figure it out though.” You suck in a breath.

You furrow your brows with the shake of your head and talking about Gar, the lack of plan, it’s making things a little too heavy. There’s the guilt of it all and the trauma still haunting the back of your head because of Jerry and Deathstroke. You feel like Gar might be going through worse right now and it’s a little much. You’ve had nothing to do for two days now besides think about it. You’re tired of thinking. And you’re tired of the guilt wrapping itself around your bones like barbed wire. A distraction would be nice right about now.

“Can we…talk about something else? Just been thinking about what they could be doing to Gar and it’s just…” You look at Jason and you don’t have to say it. He knows.

Jason’s worried about you. When Dick brought Rose back, you had a nightmare, that’s why you ended up in Gar’s room. You were weird, you said it was too much that brought everything back that you had went through. It made it all real again. Gar just got kidnapped and you’re worried he’s being tortured. Jason can only imagine the hell you’re putting yourself through because of it and the hell your own mind is putting you through bringing all of that shit back up again. So, he’s worried you’ll be the next one on the ledge.

“How’re you and Gar? Well, before this shit happened.” Jason asks, picking a topic he thinks might cheer you up. Maybe you’ll have a story, something fun that happened.

“Um…” You look down and back to him, shrugging a shoulder. That’s not what you want to talk about either but you’ll go along with it for now. “Like, we’re…friends.” You nod at him and Jason’s brows furrow.

He thought for sure one of you would say something to each other, especially with you being alone here. He expected Gar to say something, not necessarily you. But that does explain, kind of, the lucky comment from earlier.

“Did you pussy out of--”

“Shut up.” You groan. “No,” You shake your head, eyes narrowing at him. “I…I don’t know.” You chew the inside of your cheek and you don’t know how to explain you and Gar aren’t a thing because you chose Jason. That it’s him and it always has been. Jason just had this thing blow up with Rose and Gar is in trouble. Having some discussion about that, does not seem very fair. And Jason is watching you with a brow knitted inward, knowing something is going on. It can’t be that complicated of an answer. So, you pick a different direction that isn’t a lie, really. “I don’t think we’d work and I’m not gonna do that to him or me.”

“Why not?” Jason asks. “That you wouldn’t work?”

He’s confused. The two of you were fine, seemed like you might go for something when he left and now, nothing. It seems a little weird to him and he thinks you would work. Why wouldn’t you? And he hates that a part of him might even be relieved by it. It might be a little selfish, but it’s true.

“Gar is ya know, Gar. It’s like…nothing can ever keep him down. He’s always happy and kind and fun. Always and I am not those things, which is fine. It’s not me. But, because of that, even as friends, sometimes I feel a bit like a burden to him.”

It’s not a lie because it’s true. You know Gar isn’t making you feel like a burden, but you feel that way anyway. You’re really different and that’s fine and great, it’s one of the reasons you work as friends. He mellows you out. But, it is one of the reasons you know you like Jason more. On top of your feelings for Jason, it wouldn’t be fair to try and see where it goes with Gar if you’ll always feel like a burden to him. It’s not fair to either of you.

Jason shakes his head. “You’re not a burden.” His words are slow and he still has a look of confusion.

He still has no idea why that change happened in the last week and not...any other time before that. The only thing that happened in that time, aside from the attack, was the stuff with him and the other Titans. And maybe he’s actively convincing himself that is just a coincidence. 

“Yeah, but it feels that way because it feels like he’s sorted through all of his trauma and then I still have this shit I didn’t deal with. And I can’t…do that with him because he talks and that’s great, right? It works for him and it helps me but….I also sometimes can’t talk about it. You get it and I know you do. I’m reckless and despite what we learned from Deathstroke, I gotta feeling that’s not always gonna stop me from doing something insane later. It’s…I feel like he wants to fix me but not that it’s anything that he’s doing or saying or anything like that. It’s a me problem, not a Gar problem, like, maybe he thinks sorting out my shit will make me better in a way that I’m not meant to be. It happened and I think I’m permanently fucked up from it. I know he is not trying to fix me but I feel that way anyway. I don’t know, feel a bit like damaged goods.”

Jason gets it. His entire life he’s felt like damaged goods but he’s looking at you with a deep bruise you’re only wearing because you’d go to war for people you care about. That’s not someone who’s just damaged goods. And Jason swears he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you know that.

“You’re not damaged goods.” Jason states and he doesn’t have his signature smirk. “Going through that shit doesn’t make you damaged or some shit. You’re still you.”

“Mmm.” You hum and you gain this sad smile, dodging his eyes. “Yeah, but, uh, it-it, uh it feels like it anyway.”

“Not to me.” Jason shrugs and he said it on purpose. It doesn’t matter to him what you go through or that you’ll always be reckless, always looking for the next thrill because he’ll always do the same. You’re not damaged goods, not to him.

Your face softens and your stomach flips. That’s why it’s always been him. You don’t feel damaged with him. “That’s awfully nice of you, Jay.”

Jason gives you a cheeky grin. “I can be nice.”

You let out a laugh and you swear everything is a little bit better with him around. “Yeah, you can be.” You offer him a thankful smile. “Thanks for coming.”

“You and me.” Jason repeats what you normally say to him and you swear your heart is about to burst into flames.

“You and me.” You let out a sigh, looking down and then back to him. It’s enough about you. “Seriously, you okay about Rose? I know you really liked her.”

Jason knows Rose is going to be a sore spot for a little while. He just feels so betrayed. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it or why she wouldn’t have just told him. Had she just told him, maybe he wouldn’t have been nearly as mad or upset about it. So, it sucks but he knows he’ll be fine. He has been with every other person that’s betrayed him and mistreated him. He’s used to it.

Jason nods. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. Just fucking sucks. Got me feeling a bit like damaged goods.” Jason lets out a laugh, an almost teasing grin tugging at his lips before it falls. “Ya know, like, I tried really hard with her. Taking her out, showing her that school I told you about, acts of service type shit.” Jason’s eyes widen. “And she treated me like shit, pushing me away, lying to me, using me. Sleeping with me and knowing she was fucking lying the whole damn time.” Jason grits his teeth getting angry about it all over again. “Nothing I did was fucking good enough even when I tried.”

You were hoping you were wrong about Rose. Truly, you didn’t even dislike her until the day they left. It was a bad day for everyone but you were right and you wish so badly you weren’t. Jason doesn’t deserve any of that. He’s already gone through too much shit, especially over the last two weeks.

“You don’t deserve it. You put in a lot of effort, you trusted her. That shit, that’s on her. She gets to live with what she did to you. She doesn’t deserve you. She gets to live with the fact she’s the one that fucked it all up, not you. You deserve so much fucking better, Jay. It was enough, she just fucking sucks.” You let out a scoff before looking back to him. “And you’re not damaged goods.” You give him a kind smile. “Not to me.” Jason could never be damaged goods to you.

Jason chuckles softly, his cheeks starting to tint a faint shade of pink, his heart throbbing into his vocal cords. “Thanks.” Jason smiles softly at you and it should have been you he left with. “You’re good at that.”

Your brows furrow. “Good at what?”

“Knowing what to say.”

Your cheeks start to burn. “Just being honest with you.” You rub your eye, wincing from the pain.

Jason scoots closer to you, you keep your hands firmly on the ground, watching him with suspicion. Jason reaches forward, turning your head as he holds your chin to get a look at the bruise and your skin is on fire, tingling under his touch. Your heart is in your throat and your breath is caught right at the base of your throat. This is new. And Jason just wants to look at it, make sure your cheek isn’t broken. He’s been a hit a time or several there and it’s always unpleasant. And this bruise looks really deep, he tells himself he’s just making sure you’re actually okay. Physically. But it gets his blood warming with the idea another person caused it.

“What’d they hit you with?” Jason’s voice is lower this time, dropping his hand.

“Butt of a gun, fucking assholes.” You scoff, your voice on the verge of breathy as you try to ignore the fire in your stomach. “Shit hurt.”

Jason chuckles softly, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” He shakes his head. “Sure it’s not broke?”

You shrug. “I have no idea. Probably not, my face isn’t deformed or anything. Doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Did you ice it?” Jason asks and you find it a little cute and very cute he’s asking about it.

“No,” You laugh and Jason groans. “I was icing my damn leg. That is the shit that hurts.”

“Yeah, what’s that about? You’re the one limping now.” Maybe he regrets leaving. Maybe he could have helped, in some way.

“That’s where I was shot with the tranquilizer.” You roll your eyes. “The bruise is like half the size of my thigh.”

Jason cringes at the thought of it. “Ouch.” Jason shakes his head. “You sure you’re alright?”

You smirk at him and he’s cute when he’s being protective. He should do it more often. “You trying to take care of me, Jay?” Maybe you’d let him if he offered. You take care of him.

Jason's cheeks shoot red as his eyes look to the ceiling and back to you, doing his best to ignore his heart in his ears. “Someone should.” Jason lets his words out sarcastically but of course he is. Always.

You suck on your teeth and you’re trying so hard not to give him the satisfaction of a genuine smile, but you can’t help it. You fucking missed him. “Yeah, same for you.” Your eyes widen at him as you rest your head on his knee. “I’m fine, thank you though. Honest, just hurts still. How’s your leg?”

“All good.” Jason smiles down at you and he swears that can’t possibly be comfortable. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Good.” Your smile is soft and Jason swears the ache in his chest from Rose doesn’t hurt so much with you.

Jason debates in his head. He’s not gonna say anything, that is for certain. He thought Rose wouldn’t be like that. Rose went through some really horrible shit, her own dad cut out her eye. Jason kind of thought because of that, she’d get him…kind of like you do. He wouldn’t feel less than or not good enough because she’d get it. But, she…treated him like everyone else but worse because he really, really let her in ways he doesn’t normally. And she screwed him over anyway. Everything with them was actually fine at the tower but they get away from it all, from the Titans and people, it’s just them and then…she keeps lying to him and using him. You are not Rose, but, there is a part of him that thinks maybe the same exact shit would happen because why wouldn’t it?

But, his mind wanders back to you kissing him anyway. Maybe it’s an easy distraction from worrying about Gar. But, he thinks about it and his reasoning of not wanting you to die for him and ruining you like he ruins everyone. And you’re looking at him with soft eyes he doesn’t think he deserves it because he left. Because he turned you down. Because he tries to pushes you away, even if he isn’t very good at it. And he debates if any of that was ever the right decision. So, he decides that testing the waters a little, will ease his mind.

“So,” He furrows his brows and dodges yoru eyes for a second. “You and Gar, just…not gonna be a thing?”

You smirk at him, picking your head up and he’s got that coy look he gets when he’s trying to play something off and failing miserably. “Why? Does that pique your interest, Jay?” You’re back to the asking game and that feels comfortable. There’s no pressure in it.

Jason shrugs one shoulder. “Nope.” He tries his best to wipe the grin from his face but he can’t help it.

“Mhm, okay. Whatever you say, birdboy.” You lick your lips. “Nah, not gonna be a thing.” You want to mess with him a little. You’ve missed that a lot. “Kind of into someone else anyway.” You scrunch your nose and Jason snaps his eyes at you, a devious look in his eyes.

“Yeah? And who's that?” There's a teasing smirk on his face while his tone is taunting, as if knowing you’re not going to tell him or that you’ll have some bullshit answer just to mess with him.

You shrug dramatically. “We should join the others.” You have an uncontrollable smirk on your lips and Jason is ready to burst.

“You’re not gonna fucking tell me? Just gonna leave me hanging?” Jason chuckles, his eyes wide.

“We don’t always get what we want, Jason Todd.” You let a laugh fall from your lungs and Jason swears it should have been you.

“Yeah? And what do you want?” Jason cocks his head to the right, taunting you.

A part of you almost blurts it right out, get it out in the open despite better judgment. A part of you almost blurts out to see the look on his face. He’ll get flustered and red will creep from his cheeks down to his neck. His muted forest green eyes will suddenly be a shade closer to the northern lights and you’ll have a good laugh and maybe you’ll get what you want. But, you can’t bring yourself to do it. He just had that with Rose and is still hurt by it. You both have Gar to worry about it and you think it might be shitty if you show up to rescue him and you’ve had this inevitable conversation. And what if he’s fucking with you? Like always. What if, despite everything, he still doesn’t want you? You want him, and you swear you probably always will, but what if he still doesn’t want you? That’s gonna hurt, too. So, you shake your head and decides you’ll tell him but not now. You do, however, decide to have a different conversation.

“Okay, seriously,” You drop the smile and Jason leans forward slightly. “Been thinking about it a little, between worrying about Gar and stuff, the Titans leaving and shit.” You start and Jason is hanging onto every word. He has no idea where this is going. “I wanna go home.”

Jason freezes, the conversation taking a turn. Home? “Like Gotham?” His brows shoot up and he’s not even sure why he’s surprised. You always call Gotham home.

You nod your head softly, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, uh, I haven’t said anything to anyone. But, yeah. I miss it and honestly, I think it’s just….I like it here and everything. It’s just…I would like to go back and kind of figure out myself. Dick rescued me and I’ll always appreciate that and never forget it. He gave me a shot here and that’s awesome but, I was thrown into this and I think I just…need to go back and find a part of myself again.”

“What do you mean?”

Between everything that’s happened, being here is a lot. At the end of the day, this is the city Jerry bought you to and kept you locked away, tortured you. This is the city that gave you powers you don’t even want. This is the tower that saw you paranoid, waking up screaming from nightmares. Burning Gar. This is the city where you were kidnapped and nearly murdered by Deathstroke. This is the tower that was supposed to be safe, but was attacked anyway. There is so much hidden in these walls, beyond just you that’s impacted everything. You like to run when things get hard and things are really fucking hard right now. You want to go home, a place that you know like the back of your hand. Gotham is always going to be Gotham, but it’s where you’ve always felt the most comfortable and…somehow, safest. And Gotham holds parts of you that are not here. You believe that home is where the heart is but you left part of your heart in Gotham and you want that back.

“I will never be who I was before. But I would like to find some of those parts again. My mom is buried in Gotham. I was…happy there though. Despite fucking everything, I was still happy. And…I…I don’t know.”

“Are you not happy here?”

“No, I am but…it’s different. It might just be the trauma.” You let out a scoff. “But, I was happier there and I just…want to go home. So fucking much,” Your breath is shaky as your brows furrow. “So fucking much has happened in this city and….honestly, I only stayed because I couldn’t abandon Gar. I couldn’t leave him alone and I thought not running, for once, would be good but….” You look to the ground before pulling your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and then looking back to Jason. “More shit just happened and…” You let out a breath. “I’m tired, Jay.”

You look tired. You aren’t smirking or grinning at him. Your eyes are dull and you literally look tired and sad. Jason’s chest aches looking at you and he worries a little bit more about you. The ghosts that roam the tower, do more than affect the original Titans. They affect everyone who lives here, on top of their own ghosts that want to follow and taunt them. If anyone in this place deserves to be happy, it would be you.

“Where would you go?” Jason questions and he knows you’re impulsive but he's got a feeling this is something you’ve been thinking about over the last week.

You shrug. “Figure it out.” You let out a broken laugh. “Did before and CPS can’t do shit now, so.” You let out a deep breath, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands.

Jason would be lying if the thought of asking you to come to Gotham with him didn’t cross his mind when you said you and Gar were a no-go. It was less than a split second but he knew he’d never be able to ask. There’d be no way he’d put that on you, going back to the shitshow of Gotham. But, if you want to do it anyway…

Jason pulls his other leg to his chest, resting his forearms on his knees. “Okay, are you really wanting to do it? Like, no bullshit or whatever. You wanna go back to Gotham?”

You nod. “Mhm. Too heavy here right now.” You dodge your stare to Jason’s hands, catching a glimpse of faint bruising on his knuckles.

Jason gives you an understanding nod. “Want me to talk to Bruce?" The words flow from his mouth like a gentle river, easy and smooth.

Your heart stops in your chest as you snap your eyes to Jason’s. “What? Talk…to Bruce?”

Jason nods. “Not letting your ass go back to the streets. If you’re fucking serious about going back to Gotham, I can talk to Bruce. I know you don’t like him, but it’s a roof over your head, a warm bed, food. In Gotham.”

You adore him. That’s the only thing that’s running through your head. It’s running over and over and over, on loop like a broken record. You adore him for everything he is and everything he isn’t. Asking Bruce, is something you never thought he would do. That is his thing. More so than even reading seems to be because that’s where he’s Robin. But, he offers anyway.

And he offers because he’ll always take care of you. And keep you safe. No matter what.

“You’d really do that?”

“Hell yeah.” Jason gives you a grin, the beating of his heart stutters. “Be more fun if you were there anyway.” Jason shrugs.

“Thank you, Jay.” You smile softly. “I’d really like that.”

“I’ll talk to him, sure he’ll be fine with it. You know he likes strays.” Jason gives you a cheeky grin and you let out a laugh, looking down and then back to him. Jason is relieved you’re okay with it. Maybe even a little thrilled.

“Yeah, when are you gonna start plucking strays? Bruce then Dick, you’re next Batboy.” You point a finger at him and you think he might be good at it, better than Bruce and Dick.

Jason lets out a groan, tilting his head back. “That's the meanest shit you’ve ever said to me.”

Your laugh booms off the walls and Jason’s heart nearly melts through his ribs. “I think it’s probably their best quality!”

Jason’s never felt this before. Not exactly the heart thundering and stuttering or the clammy hands or cheeks aching from smiling too much. But, the comfort he feels with you. The ease of how the conversation moves between you, how it goes from serious to banter to serious, so easily. He’s never had that with anyone before. You’re both worried about your best friend but with each other, you find your own way to deal with it and handle it rather than training yourselves into the ground while waiting. Jason has never felt so comfortable in a place he does not feel welcomed and it’s because of you. He is so sure of that.

Just then, Donna walks in, gathering yours and Jason’s attention.

“Kory and Rachel are here, we’re gonna try to come up with a plan.” Donna states.

“No Dick?” You ask and Donna shakes her head, a look of annoyance on her face.

“Do not say anything.” Donna warns and Jason gains a grin before getting to his feet. “Either of you, please.”

“I won’t, just asking.” You defend while Jason extends a hand to you.

“I don’t have shit to say to her.” Jason lets out a scoff.

You grab his hand and get to your feet. The two of you follow Donna to the kitchen where Dawn and Kory are standing at the center counter and Rachel is seated on the same countertop. Jason and you head to the opposite side of Kory while Donna stands between you and Dawn.

“You’re back.” Rachel states with confusion as she looks at Jason.

“Was told you guys needed the help.” Jason deadpans and he also doesn’t want to deal with Rachel right now.

“Okay, well, we have news about Dick.” Kory states before Rachel can respond.

Rachel and Kory go off to explain that Dick wasn’t in his cell. He must have escaped with the other prisoners or something. Again, you sit there thinking about how you were right and Rachel was wrong about this. Dick could handle himself. He went off to wallow in his own self-pity and now he’s free. It’s like you thought would happen. But, you listen anyway as they get to the weirder stuff about Dick writing on his cell walls that Jericho is alive.

“Well, one thing’s for sure. He’s clearly lost his mind.” Donna says.

“But, I keep having these dreams about Dick being killed by Deathstroke.” Rachel says as she’s seated with her legs crossed on the counter. “And they’re going away. We need to do something about that.”

Jason shifts his weight to his left leg as he crosses his arms. You watch his jaw clench and you know he wants to say something so you move a little closer to him, your arm resting against his. When he looks at you with a quirked brow, you offer him a faint but calm smile. It’s not worth it. You have Gar to worry about not Rachel’s dreams and Dick escaping prison. He’ll be fine.

“I believe you.” Donna says. “But we have bigger problems right now.” Donna flips the case of the iPad open, showing blueprints of the CADMUS building.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” Rachel lets out a sigh and you bite your tongue.

Now that Rachel got to do what she wanted, now she’s on board with saving Gar. You can feel your blood wanting to boil. It’s just so ridiculous and it’s not even like you can say anything because you’ll just argue again and you’re tired of arguing and fighting. So, you bite your tongue and Jason catches you stiffen next to him. It’s his turn to give you a nudge and shake his head. You grin at him and jerk your head toward the women where you stand Donna and Dawn, furthest away from Rachel so you can still see what’s going on.

"Well, the main CADMUS building closes at 9 and security drops down to 10. There's two at each gate and then six roaming inside." Kory explains.

"Okay, what about the lab?" Donna asks as she zooms in.

"Whole different story." Dawn says. "It's a twenty-four-hour operation and in the last week, they've doubled up the guard. Four six-hour shifts, 10 bodies around the clock. Sounds like that's where the party's at."

"Okay, well, let's crash it." Donna says.

"Finally." You let out a sigh.

"It's about damn time." Jason lets out a scoff.

"Oh, so we're just gonna break in CADMUS and get Conner and Gar out of there. Just the six of us?!" Rachel questions.

"Do you have a better idea?" You quip, unable to hold your tongue.

"We don't have a choice right now, okay?" Donna states. "But, between you and Kory, we have plenty of firepower. At least to get us through the front door."

"About that, I've got some bad news." Kory says, gaining everyone's attention. "My powers have vanished."

"Yeah, that tracks." You mutter and it's just one thing after the other here.

"What do you mean?" Donna asks.

"I don't know. I don't know what happened. But they're gone and I haven't been able to get them back." Kory states, frustration in her voice.

"Well, that's fucking great." Donna sighs. "What about you?" Donna asks Rachel.

"Fully loaded but I can't promise that I....won't go a little bit overboard." Rachel rushes her words slightly. "Um, things have been getting a little...dramatic."

Donna looks to you. "How about you?"

"All good and ready to go." You offer her a thumbs-up.

Just then, there's an alert on the iPad. Everyone who can see the iPad starts reading.

"A disturbance at Golden Gate Park. Units responding." Kory reads out loud. "People are injured. Reports of a wild animal."

"Phase two." Rachel states, her voice uneasy. Donna had texted Kory with updates on what they found out from the CADMUS guy and their lack of plan. "It's already begun."

The room falls silent for just a few seconds before everyone starts moving. Jason, Donna, and Dawn grab their suits, you grab a backpack and a change of clothes for Gar, while Kory, and Rachel head downstairs. It only takes you, Jason and the other women a few minutes to get ready and meet at the elevator. Jason hands you one of his helmets and you almost laugh as you take it from him. Of course, you're taking the bike.

"We'll follow you guys." Jason states, getting on the bike, kicking the kickstand up while you get on the back.

"You sure?" Donna asks, the other women already piling into the SUV.

"We'll be fine." You assure her, popping the helmet on, Jason doing the same and sliding down the face shield.

Donna doesn't say anything else before walking off to the SUV. Donna starts driving, moving past Jason and you.

"Hold on." Jason states and you grip his waist tightly before Jason shifts the bike into first and pulls the throttle.

Jason and you follow the SUV closely, keeping the drive silent despite the com system that’s also connected to the SUV. You're both on edge going into this. Gar is your friend. Neither of you want to hurt him. You know you will not do it, no matter what. He's a tiger. All of you together, should be able to stop him without any major problems. But, you’re worried anyway and Jason knows there's a chance you won't have a choice. Bruce trained him and Dick to be prepared if they get brainwashed. Bruce went over what can happened, what being brainwashed can make them do. It can be nearly impossible to stop someone. The last thing Jason wants to do is hurt his friend, again. But, if you're all given choice he knows he'll have to be the one to do it because he wouldn't let you. So, you both stay in your heads until the SUV comes to a sudden stop with an explosion, Jason almost running right into it as the bike swings sideways.

"What the fuck?" Jason yells out.

"Deathstroke. Get down!" They can hear Donna yell through your com systems.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You groan, ducking into Jason as the sound of constant gunfire echoes around the alley.

Jason looks over at you and for a second, he thinks about leaving. He could get you both out of there completely unscathed. You're hidden behind the SUV and you're not too far into the alleyway. You could take another alley safely, get to Gar. Jason debates it, knowing that with Deathstroke's constant firing, none of you will be able to get close anyway. But, that's backing down and you're supposed to be a team. But, then he come back to you whose grip on him in nearly suffocating and he hears a yelp from in from of you. Jason peaks up to look inside the SUV, seeing Kory's the one who was just shot.

"We have to do something, Jay. We're literally sitting ducks." You yell over the gunfire.

"I know!" Jason yells back and he swears if it weren't for the whole Deathstroke dropping him from a skyscraper problem, he'd have a decision already and you'd both be fine. But, ever since, his head isn't in it and he can't think straight in these situations. The fear of it is almost paralyzing.

"Y/n, Jason, are you two okay?" Dawn yells over the gunfire.

"We're fine." You say back. "Besides the gunfire. What do we do?"

But then, someone jumps from a building and onto the roof the SUV, the gunfire coming to a halt. You and Jason look up to see some random person in a blue and black suit just standing there.

"Who the fuck is this freak now?" Jason sounds absolutely exasperated.

The two of you watch as he flips dramatically and effortlessly off the car.

"You can take the boy out of the circus but you can't take the circus out of the boy." You mutter and you hear Jason chuckle softly, looking back at you.

"Really?"

"He just flipped off the car to Deathstroke, I mean."

Of course, it's Dick. For some reason, that makes perfect sense in the world of insanity you're all currently living in. The two of you flip your face shields up, leaning up to watch through the back of the SUV. Dick starts fighting Deathstroke and holds his own just fine now. Everyone watching is stuck in a state of confusion watching this whole exchange happen. How did Dick even know where to find all of you?

"Who's been hit?" Dick asks.

"Kory." Rachel says.

"You take care of her. I'll take care of him. Jason, Y/n, you two get out of here and get to Gar and Conner. This is my fight." Dick says.

Jason looks back at you and he is not a fan of listening to Dick but, you are sitting ducks back here and at this rate, you'll never make to Gar. So, he puts down his face shield and you follow his lead, gripping his waist tightly before he swings the bike around and peels off in the opposite direction.

When you arrive at the carnival, it's absolute chaos when you get there. Some people are intrigued by a green tiger and others are seeking shelter by leaving or trying to hide out. The two of you spot injured people trying to flee as fast as they can. There’s a sense of unease as you make your way traveling in the direction of the screams. It’s just the two of you, knowing you have to face Gar, your best friend. That’s not something either of you really want to do, ever.

You and Jason spot Gar and Conner from a few yards away. Gar starts attacking Conner, latching onto his arm and Conner is completely unphased. The two of you have a sense of dread. Of course, you knew the report was true. Gar was attacking people but maybe you both had a little bit of hope it wouldn't be this bad. But, for Gar to attack Conner, shit is very not good. And Jason's jaw clenches because he's worried he's too far gone. Gar doesn't eat meat, he doesn't hurt people. And here he is attacking someone who's supposed to be his friend, according to you. And you watch as Conner throws Gar effortlessly twenty yards away and into one of the rides.

"You get Gar." Jason looks at you taking a few steps forward.

One of you is going to need to deal with Gar while the other handles Conner. You can’t solely focus on one of them until the other Titans show up. Jason at least has the experience. And you know about animals.

"Are you insane? He's half Superman." You groan. With Dick showing up and having the other Titans, surely the fight with Deahtstroke can’t take too long and they’ll be here soon.

"Yeah? The fuck you think he's gonna do? Just let Gar go? Not finish him off? You go and I'll distract him."

You shake your head and you hate the idea. You aren't sure how you’re supposed to unbrainwash him. No one exactly prepared you for any of this. And Jason going against Conner sounds terrible. Conner had no issues throwing Gar like a ragdoll and he's at least a tiger and a meta-human. Jason, while he might be Robin, is still just human.

"Look," Jason walks over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Bruce said we need hear traumatic shit to pull us back. That's how he trained us." Jason explains and you want to know who the hell is letting Bruce Wayne train kids? Letting them relive their trauma. "Not sure if it'll fucking work because he should be listening to himself say all that but," Jason shrugs. "Worth a shot." Jason looks over to Conner and then back to you. "If shit gets messy, do something. I trained you, you'll be fine." Jason offers you a smirk that doesn't have the same snarkiness behind it.

"Not me I'm worried about."

"I'm--"

"Robin, yeah, yeah, yeah." You roll your eyes. "Don't do anything fucking stupid, Jay."

Jason gives you a grin, pulling his hands away as he starts walking backwards. "I never do anything stupid."

You nod your head, blinking your eyes slowly at him. He's gonna get his ass handed to him.

You reluctantly let Jason do his thing while you make your way over to Gar. You’re not willing to start telling him stories about the shit he's been through, not without trying something else. If hearing it from himself is supposed to work but not hearing it from you, maybe you telling him good things will work. The opposite.

"Gar?" You kneel down in front of him and you swear your mom is screaming at you from beyond the grave. Tigers are wild animals, not pets and they will eat you. But, this is Gar.

Gar growls at you, lifting his head weakly.

"It's me." You’re cautious. "I know you're in there." You avoid looking directly into his eyes, unsure of how his animal instincts work, especially right now. "Remember when Dick brought me to the tower? You were the first person I talked to and you were so excited because I was watching The Goonies?" You give him a smile. "You brought me pizza. And you, uh, you walked with me around the tower when I thought Jerry was there. Remember when we had a Nerf war against Dick and he got us back? Or that time Jason turned him blue? Or when I beat you at Mario Kart because I messed up your controller? Or when you showed me Resident Evil and you rambled about it for 2 hours.” You let out a soft laugh as you try to think of more things that have happened as quickly as possible.

You aren’t exactly sure what else you’re supposed to tell him, how many things you’re supposed to list. But, he has stopped growling at you.

“You've been there for me through almost every nightmare I've ever had and you were there for me when I completely lost it because of Deathstroke. You're the nicest person I've ever met and you're strong as fuck so I know you're in there somewhere." You scoot closer to him and cautiously and gently, put your hands on either side of his cheeks. The fur is soft under your hands. He growls again but you don't jerk away. "I'm not scared of you. And I know you won’t hurt me." You rest your forehead against his and in tiger form, it feels weird because his head is so much bigger than yours. But, it's soft and warm. "I know you’re in there and I believe in you."

You suck in a breath, closing your eyes. Despite the constant pessimism that seems to be intertwined in your blood, you’re positive this has to be working. He isn’t growling anymore and he’s not trying to eat you. Gar is in there somewhere then, Gar starts to transform back into human form. You can feel his face shift under your hands as you pull away, a gentle and relieved smile pulling at your lips. His eyes flicker at you as a sheepish smile comes to his face. You saved him.

"Hey." You smile widely at him and it's the softest smile you’ve ever given him.

"Thank you." Gar's eyes are tired as he lets out a breath. How did you know to do that?

"You don't have to thank me." You laugh softly. "Here." You pull the backpack off, handing it over. "Grabbed some clothes for you."

"Thank you." Gar lets out an awkward chuckle while you stand up and turn around so he can put the clothes on. He’s surprised you even thought to do that. That you were positive you would be able to get him back and he would need his clothes. Gar will be eternally grateful for you.

"Are you okay?" You ask, still with your back to him. You can't believe it worked and you’re so happy it did. The world is a cruel place, but Gar does not deserve that cruelty. 

"Uh..." Gar stutters. Okay? He knows he just hurt several people, he was brainwashed. He is physically in pain. "Yeah."

"Are you lying?" You question, sticking your hands in your hoodie pouch.

"Yeah." Gar clears his throat, walking up to your side. "Just, a little sore." Gar’s voice is low, a little rough and Gar? Not talking about something? That’s new and you do not like that. But, you won’t push because you still have other problems to deal with. That’s a Tower conversation.

You nod your head softly, brows knitting together. “You sure?”

Gar gives you a fake smile. “Yeah, uh, thank you.” Gar furrows his brows, nodding.

"Of course." You nudge him with your arm. "Come on, we should get over there. We can talk at the Tower if you want?"

Gar nods. "Yeah, thank you."

"You'd do the same for me." You interlock your arm with his and the two of you walk, unsteadily towards the other Titans.

"When did Dick get back?" Gar asks, seeing Dick stand near Conner as Rachel uses her powers to encompass them both.

"Love that you're just used to Rachel doing that." You state. "Uh.... twenty minutes ago, apparently. He saved our asses from Deathstroke."

"Deathstroke's back?" Gar groans. What has he missed since being with CADMUS?

"Assume they took care of him since everyone is here now." You shrug. "It's been a few days." You laugh softly. "I'm just glad you're...okay." You smile softly at him before looking back to the Titans, scanning over everyone.

Donna has her rope around Conner while Rachel is using her powers to hold Conner still so he can't move. Rachel has powers surrounding Dick, fully encompassing him. You’re positive you will never get used to that. Dawn, Hank, and Kory are standing behind them, watching. You can feel your heart in your throat until you spot Jason standing a little off to the side of Hank, holding his arm. You let out a breath at the sight of him.

"Jason's back?" Gar questions, seeming to have noticed him at the same time.

"He came back to help." You answer proudly.

"Got the whole team back together." Gar offers a genuine smile.

"Yeah," You feel a warmth in your chest with the idea of everyone sticking around, even if it won’t happen. "All to save you."

Rachel suddenly stops using her powers, releasing Dick and then Conner. Donna releases her rope and Conner seems to be back. He looks around for just a second in horror at the mess. But, then, he looks towards the CADMUS vehicles and starts walking fiercely towards them, you and Gar moving quickly out of his way and towards the others. CADMUS starts firing their guns at Conner which is just a waste since he's literally bulletproof. And none of the Titans are going to stop in to stop him. This is now Conner's fight.

"Nice to have you back, man." Jason gives Gar a nod as he approaches the both of you.

"Thanks for coming back."

"Don't mention it." Jason lets out a scoff, offering you a smile.

"You okay?" You ask, taking a quick glance over him.

"Yeah, all good." Jason nods at you, cocky grin dancing across his lips.

Everyone gathers around as Conner comes back. He stands in front of everyone, getting a better look at the damage caused before he puts the blame on himself. He says it wasn't him but he still did it. Donna is the first one to tell Conner that it's okay and everyone is just glad to have him back.

The people at the carnival then start to come out of hiding, cheering for the Titans. That's a bit surprising but it is kind of nice. Everyone collectively smiles and waves softly. You aren't sure how you feel about it. There's a lot of attention on all of you but it's nice the people appreciate it, rather than hating all of you. You feel a little too exposed but you smile anyway, trying to deal with it because that's what Titans do.

There's a little girl who points out her doll stuck on a ride. Dawn sees the little girl and grabs the doll before walking the doll back to the little girl. But then, everyone hears electricity cackle from above. One of the electric light displays starts to tilt towards Dawn. She rushes as many as she can away, telling everyone to get back before Donna runs and catches the piece of equipment before it falls onto the innocent civilians.

She holds it above her head as it electrocutes her. Every one of you watch in a state of horror, unsure what to do and if any of you can even help. She’s Wondergirl but that doesn’t mean she’s immune to electricity especially that much and for more than just a few seconds. But, there’s nothing any of you can do and after just twenty seconds, Donna goes limp and falls onto the beam.

Dick runs to her and holds her body in his arms. No one says a word, everyone just stands there and watches. How did that kill Wondergirl? Of all things, how? At a carnival? Your heart breaks with the sight and you really liked Donna. You looked up to Donna. Gar hangs his head and you reach down to hold his hand while Jason puts a hand on your shoulder. It's just not fair.

The team goes back to the tower, Hank carrying Donna's body. The tower feels emptier than it ever has before. It's darker than usual, completely silent. It feels like the Reaper is actively looming over the entire Tower, haunting every single one of you. You all lost one of your own tonight, and at a carnival. It wasn't Deathstroke or Dr. Light. Just a piece of electrical equipment that never should have fallen to begin with. And it was Donna. Wondergirl. The reality of it is too heavy for any of you to carry. So, the you all go your separate ways through the tower.

You go off to your room to change and figure you'll check on Gar right after. You’re sad about Donna, despite everything you looked up to her. And it's rough that of all Titans, she's the one killed. And saving people. It hurts through every part of your body and you’re tired of loss. But you focus on Gar because dealing with those feelings isn't something you really want to do. It hurts and when things hurt, you run from them. Avoid them. And Gar just went through something traumatic and now he has to deal with the loss of Donna who he knew a lot better than you did. You focus on your best friend because his feelings about everything just happened are far more important.

Apparently, Jason had the same idea because when you leave your room, Jason was already making his way to Gar's room. Rachel, though, is already leaving Gar's room by the time you join Jason.

"He's not in there." Rachel lets out a sigh.

"Training room?" Jason questions, looking to you.

"Probably." You sigh and the three of you let your bitterness go between each other to find Gar.

The three of you head to the training room where you find Gar sitting alone on one of the benches with his head hung. The three of you pause, your hearts aching for your friend but then move forward. Rachel sits to Gar's left while you sit on his right, Jason standing in front of you. You and Rachel wrap your arms around Gar to hug him while Jason rests his hand on Gar's shoulder. Gar basically collapses into you and Rachel and you both hug him tighter, squeezing him against you to try to offer some type of comfort to the gentle boy who deserved better.

Gar's let out a whimpered cry, Jason giving Gar's shoulder a squeeze and he didn't think he'd see his friend like this. Jason doesn't let people see him as anything less than strong and sturdy, besides you. But, he admires Gar in a way because Gar doesn't really either but he puts on a smile instead of relentless sarcasm. He smiles and then offers kindness and help to others instead of collapsing. There's something admirable in that but he's crying now, breaking and it hurts Jason to see his friend like this.

"It's my fault." Gar lets out a soft whimper.

"It's not your fault." Rachel says quickly.

"None of this is your fault." You assure right after.

"I was the one brainwashed and that got Donna killed." Gar whines while you and Rachel pull away, Jason taking a knee in front of you.

"But, that's not your fault. That's what CADMUS did." Rachel says, her words slow.

"Yeah, that's on CADMUS. Not you." You state.

"CADMUS got her fucking killed, not you, man." Jason assures him.

"But she died because I didn't call Bruce about Conner."

"Look, I said it then and I'm gonna say it again, you did what you thought was best. None of this is on you." You state, getting a look of confusion between Jason and Rachel. Call Bruce? "Bruce probably wouldn't have showed up in time anyway and all this shit would have happened. Not on you."

"Yeah..." Rachel nods in agreement, unsure of what any of that means but is certain none of this could possibly be Gar's fault.

"It's not fair." Gar's voice is so small.

"It's not." Jason shakes his head. "It's fucking bullshit. But, that's not your fault." Jason lets out a sigh. Jason has no idea how to offer comfort to anyone besides you. One of the only people he’s ever been good with is you but, he does know that escapism is Gar’s thing. He likes movies and he likes video games. Jason can’t offer comforting words, but he can offer a movie. "Hey, man, why don't we go...watch one of your movies or something? Like we used to." Jason offers and the offer caches all three of you off guard but you and Rachel say nothing, instead you wait for Gar to talk.

"Not really feeling it, Jason." Gar lets out a huff.

"So?" You quip. "You like movies and you don't deserve to drown yourself in the guilt of everything that's not your fault."

"Exactly. I can make us popcorn and order from that pizza place you like." Rachel offers Gar a gentle smile and you let the anger for Rachel fade just a little. You’re not sure what was up Rachel's ass last night, but she does care about Gar and it's very obvious now.

"Come on, man." Jason groans and gives Gar a grin. "All of us getting along, watching something again?"

Gar lets out a weak laugh, you and Rachel smiling softly at each other. "Okay, okay, yeah." Gar nods with agreement.

Jason smiles proudly, getting to his feet and offering Gar his hand. Gar takes his hand and stands up.

"Uh, can you guys give us a second? We'll meet you out there."  Rachel asks, Sam snapping her attention to her.

Jason eyes the two of you suspiciously, not sure if leaving you both alone is the best thing to do but he nods anyway and Gar smiles softly, leaving with Jason.

"I wanted to talk to you." Rachel sucks in a breath.

With everything that's happened tonight, Rachel wants to get everything out in the open and squash everything. It's been bothering her a little bit since last night. Rachel never had many friends. This is the first time, she has more than one and it sucks fighting. Even if she knows her own feelings were valid, she knows yours were, too. So, she'd rather get it over with now rather than wait.

"I gathered." You nod your head.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night."

The apology catches you by surprise but you’re glad this is where this conversation is going. "Yeah...me, too." You swallow your pride and honestly, life is too fucking short. At the end of the day, you're in this together. You're Titans, together. Doesn't matter where you are or if you get along, you're in it together.

"I was...Dick is like an older brother and the dreams make everything feel so real and sometimes it is. Not having dreams about Gar, made me think he was okay. But, with Dick..."

"It felt like he really was in more danger?"

"Yeah, it was never that I was choosing between them or that I don't care about Gar."

"I know." You nod your head quickly. "I was just so mad about everything. I mean, I'm still dealing with Deathstroke shit and honestly, maybe I was a little...” You scrunch your nose. “Hurt that Jason left...with Rose. Then, getting attacked, not feeling good enough again. I took a lot of that out on you because I was still mad at you for Jason."

"I should have talked to him. I never meant for him to spiral like that. I didn't think the other Titans had stuff going on. It was just me and I thought it had to be him." Rachel admits and truly, she never dreamed Jason was in that bad of a headspace. Rachel can explode just like everyone else, but she’s not cruel.

"I just wish you would have listened to me at least. Jason, fine, I get that, but we're supposed to be friends so. I just...I was mad. And...." You pause. "Scared, honestly. Jason wasn't answering me, Gar was kidnapped and hurt. Those...they both mean a lot to me and it was a lot."

"We were both just scared for everyone."

"Yeah," You laugh softly. "I am...sorry I punched you. Especially hearing this side of it. Give you shit for not hearing Jason out only for me not to offer you that kindness. I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Rachel smiles softly. "I will apologize to him, too."

You smile kindly. "Thank you. He'll probably yell at you but I'm serious, just let him yell." You scrunch your nose. "He'll be fine after he yells." You laugh softly.

"I will." Rachel assures you.

"Hey, he's leaving anyway so...it won't be too bad."

Rachel's face falls. "He's leaving?"

You nod sadly. "Mhm, he's only here for Gar and then he's gone. Back to Gotham, back to Bruce."

"Are you okay? I know what I said but..." Rachel offers a sympathetic look.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You give her a fake smile and you decide not to tell Rachel.

You’re willing to move on from everything, especially if she apologizes to Jason. You were both just stressed and scared and worried. It was a lot for the both of you. But a part of you is a little worried that if you tell Rachel, she might tell Gar before you can. You know you’re going to stay here for at least a little bit to make sure he's okay and you aren't sure when you'll tell him. You don't want Rachel thinking you’re withholding the information on purpose or Rachel accidentally letting it slip. So, you sit on it and assure Rachel you’re okay.

"We're all good and I know Gotham is his home."

"Okay, if you want to talk.." Rachel smiles softly.

"Thank you. I'm sorry again for all of that shit. Are we okay?"

Rachel leans forward, pulling you in for a hug and you freeze for a second. And then you hug Rachel back.

"Yeah, we're okay." Rachel pulls away and gets up, offering you her hand. "Let's see what movie Gar picked."

The two of you make your way to the living room where you see Gar and Jason seated on the couch, an open space between them. Dick is just walking in with two bowls of popcorn, Kory holding a few drinks. You and Rachel look between each other before giving the older Titans soft smiles and taking your rightful seats on either side of Gar. Conner and Krypto are next to join as Gar scrolls through the movies and lands on one he's seen a handful of times.

"What are we watching, Gar?" Dick asks, passing one of the bowls down the couch to younger Titans.

"Ready Player One." Gar offers a soft smile as clicks the movie, the room not knowing anything about it.

"Spielberg, come on guys." You look around.

"That explains absolutely fucking nothing." Jason chuckles with the shake of his head.

"It's a video game movie, kind of." Gar explains, clicking the movie.

"That makes sense." Kory laughs softly.

Gar turns on the movie with a soft smile and the room falls silent. Dick and Kory saw Jason and Gar walk in, plopping on the couch. When they asked what they were doing and Gar said watching a movie, they offered to join. Dick would join every once in a while anyway and he just lost his best friend tonight. It was more so Kory's idea but Dick went along with it. The four of you are still his responsibility and maybe this isn't such a bad idea.

"What's going on?" Hank asks about half an hour into the movie, Dawn right at his side as they see the living room filled with Titans.

"We're watching a movie." Kory offers him a smile. "A video game movie."

Gar offers Hank a smile, the indicator it was clearly his choice. Hank chuckles softly while Dawn reaches down for his hand and walks the two of them into the living room to join the group of you, picking up two of the only open spots left.

The room falls silent as the movie plays, the new Titans sharing a bowl of popcorn (and maybe tossing a piece to Krypto every now and again). Gar explains every movie reference that shows up to everyone who hasn’t seen it which is almost always Jason and Kory. All of you just let Gar explain it and hear him get excited again, and for that short time during the movie, the grief of losing Donna doesn’t hurt so much. For that two and a half hours, you all live in peace with each other and every one of you needed it.

Two days later, the entire team meets up at a private airport, everyone dressed in black. You’re all sending Donna off in a casket back to Themyscira and her people have come to take her back. To say it was depressing would be an understatement. It was hard for every single one of you. Despite any problems the Titans had, Donna meant a lot to all of you and it's agonizing officially saying goodbye. And that's when Rachel decided to tell everyone she'd be going with. She wants to try and resurrect her. Something in her believes she has the power to do it, or at the very least try. You find it admirable.

Bruce flew in to see Donna off, too. And Rose showed up at the tower the day before, wanting to try out being a Titan for a little bit until she figures out what she really wants to do. Especially with having Jericho's consciousness. That was a little awkward for Jason and you. But it was nice seeing Bruce show up and maybe he's not all too bad. He gave you a pair of gloves when he showed up, explaining Jason and Gar had called him with the idea. Made with zylon fibers. Not only was it nice of those boys, but it was really nice of Bruce to go out of his way to do that.

Everyone got to be Titans that night, too. There was an alert of a problem happening and everyone, one by one, got up from the table to get suited up (or changed) and head out to fight for the first time as a full team. It went off without a hitch, too. You were a large team and it felt so good to be out there, doing exactly what the Titans are supposed to be doing. Saving and protecting people who cannot do it themselves.

Jason and Bruce flew out the following day. Saying goodbye to Jason, this time, didn't hurt nearly as much. You knew you'd be back in Gotham soon enough and he wasn't leaving over horrible circumstances. He wasn't leaving because he felt like he had to anymore, as if it was forced on him. It was a little sad, but you both knew it was not permanent.

Within a few days, you get a call from Jason giving you the all good. Bruce said you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. You said you wanted to give it a little longer, to make sure Gar is okay especially with Rachel leaving. Dawn and Hank also were very clear on them not staying very long. So, you owe it to him to make sure he's okay before you take off, too. He won't be alone this time. He'll have Dick, Kory, Conner, and Krypto but you owe him.

Over the next month, you hang around Gar, making sure he’s okay. At first, it was his turn to suffer from nightmares about being brainwashed and killing the Titans. Those were rough nights but Gar is resilient and he talks. He talks through all of it then escapes into video games until he’s ready to talk again. The whole time you offer him the listening ear, and assure him that everything was CADMUS’s fault. The talking and video games and friendship helps. Gar picks himself up pretty quickly, swinging back into the routine of things and it helps that you’re all actually being Titans now. You’re actually accomplishing missions and working together which is making everyone feel useful for once.

And over that month of being there for Gar, you feel yourself deteriorating. It’s easy to avoid feelings and problems and trauma when you’re focused on someone or something else. But, Gar gets better and you get worse. It’s as if your flight or fight has been kicked into overdrive the whole time but now with things getting, somewhat back to normal, it’s crashing.

The nightmares are consistent and at this point, you swear you’ll never get a full night’s rest ever again. The paranoia is back, more so than it was even with Jerry. The attack on the tower made it feel not safe. Even with the other Titans around, it doesn’t feel safe anymore because that bubble was popped. You weren’t the one kidnapped that time, but it lingers in the depths of your mind anyway and you’re always waiting for something like that to happen again, looking over your shoulder. So, you don’t sleep for more than two to three hours and you train. You’re always found either with Gar or in the training room running yourself to the ground. And you know that with Gar doing okay, it’s time because you can’t live like this anymore and there’s a place for you Gotham.

The problem is that you definitely haven't told anyone. Every day, you swore you would do it. You'd get up the courage to do it. And instead, you'd train and avoid it. You'd dodge questions about Jason. You'd bury yourself in your scrapbook. The idea of telling them, wasn't a good one. You ran from the conversation but, you can't do that anymore and you know you can't. So, you find yourself in the display room, trying to muster up the courage to tell Dick and Gar.

Dick walks in and he's had a suspicion. He's seen that look before. He has worn that look when he decided to leave Gotham and go to Detroit. You’ve been a bit spacey lately, too and at first, he thought it was everything that happened. You’ve been the main person looking after Gar but he watched the security footage back. He knows you were attacked and fought just as hard. You lost Donna, too. But, as the days went by, something seemed off. Dick is a detective and since finally coming to clean about Jericho, his head is far more clear and he's picking up on a lot of things a lot better. You haven't done anything new to your room or asked for anything. You’ve picked up extra chores and then there’s the training. Dick just knows.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Dick asks, standing beside you, keeping his stare at the displays.

You turn your head, the sad smile growing as you nod. You aren't going to lie. You need to tell him and he figured it out but it hurts to confirm it anyway. "Yeah, I am."

Dick nods, his expression sad as he looks at you "Can I ask where?"

"You've gotten a little better at asking things, Dick Grayson." Your voice is soft but holds your signature sarcasm. You shake your head, sticking your hands in the pouch of your hoodie before sucking in a breath. "Gotham." You look to your shoes, knowing you can end the conversation here but decide to try not to run from this one thing. You owe Dick that much. "It's home, ya know?" You look up at Dick and he nods.

"Yeah," His voice is understanding as he puts his hands in his pockets. "But, it doesn't have to be."

"I know." You answer. "But..." You pause, looking back to the display columns. You love to give him shit because he makes it easy and he’s he oldest. He’s basically everyone’s older brother. But, you owe him the explanation because he has done a good job here, especially after confessing the stuff about Jericho. You never want him to think you leaving is because he failed or something. "Um...a-a lot happened here, this Tower, this city. It’s a lot for me and I don’t know if I can handle dealing with all of that here. Gotham though, it might be a mess, but it’s home. I was happy there.” You let out a scoff, chewing the inside of your cheek. “More shit just keeps happening here and I need to find that part of myself that can be happy despite the bullshit. I don’t think I can find that here. I left some of myself in Gotham and I just want to see if I can find some of that again, get over some of this shit. I don’t know.” You shrug your shoulders. “Gotham is home, probably always will be and I...wanna go home.”

"I understand." Dick's voice is quiet and he's sad to see your leave but he understands. Finding himself was the hardest thing he ever did but it was worth it. He doesn't like the idea of you going to Gotham, not with what Gotham does to people but if it's what you need to do, he can't stand in your way. "Where are you gonna stay?"

You give him a dry chuckle. "With Bruce and Jason." You shake your head again as you roll your eyes. "I understand the irony in that."

"Jason pull some strings?" Dick is a little relieved that you won’t be homeless in Gotham, not he ever thought Jason would let you.

"Mhm." You hum. You don't want to get into it. Dick does not want to hear about that one.

"Have you told Gar?"

You shake your head and the very mention of his name makes you want to run out of the display room and away from this conversation. "No. I will." You say quickly. "You just asked first."

"Tell him soon." Dick says. He has a lot to say but he doesn't want to sway your decision or guilt you about it. He took you in, took Rachel in, and he’s watching you both go off on your own to do your own thing. Maybe he’s a little proud, too.

"I will when we're done." You let out a deep breath. You turn to face him completely this time and you hate to admit, but you'll miss him. "Thank you for letting me be a Titan."

The corner of Dick's lips tugs into a sad smile. "You'll always have a place as a Titan, okay?"

You nod. "So, I can come back when I figure my shit out?" You hope one day you’ll want to. You do like being a Titan, using your powers for good. But for now, it’s not healthy for you.

"Of course." Dick smiles at you. "Go talk to Gar." Dick sucks in a breath and he's let so many people down. He's let you guys down and he won't do that again. "Hey, be careful, okay?"

"Because Jason." You state and the two of them actually worked out some of their shit while Jason was here. Dick actually apologized but you suspect that's what he means anyway because Dick will always think Jason is reckless and impulsive and a bad influence.

Dick shakes his head. "You two have that figured out." Dick lets out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck and you raise a brow at him. "With Bruce."

You offer a singular, large nod. "I will, I see how you and Jason turned out. You don't have to worry. If...shit hits the fan though...I can call, right?"

"Of course. We'll all be there."

"Thank you. I'm gonna go talk to Gar." You turn to leave. "Hey," You turn back around. "Keep doing this, you're getting a lot better at it."

You head to Gar's room next, deciding to rip the band-aid off. You do feel a little better after talking with Dick. It didn't go terribly wrong which means it should be okay with Gar. You knock on his door quickly, before walking inside. Gar is sat on his couch playing Resident Evil and he looks over his shoulder quickly, offering you a kind smile. The guilt floods back into your blood like a dam's just broken. He looks so happy and content and you’re about to break this to him.

"Hey." You say quietly, taking a seat beside him.

"Hey." He offers you a smile, pausing his game. "What's up?"

"Um..." Your brows furrow as you tug your sleeves over your hands. The action does not go unnoticed and Gar knows something’s up. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Is everything okay?" Gar asks, hesitance in his voice.

"I-I, uh, I'm....leaving." You get the words out but it feels like your vocal cords are short-circuiting.

It's as if Gar can feel the last of his heart breaking. Everyone is leaving and he's gonna be left here. Sure, he has Dick and Conner and Kory and Krypto but...what about everyone else? His best friends?

"Why?" He asks, his voice cracking.

"I....I-I-I I just....I need to figure out who I am now. I'm....not...I'm not who I was before and..." You choke down the lump of guilt clogging on your throat. "I need to go back to Gotham and find me and....just figure out my fucking shit."

"Why can't you do that here?" He asks and he's so sad, you can see it in the way his eyes dodge yours

You shake your head, offering him full transparency. "I fucked up. I couldn't save Jason and me. I have these powers and they were fucking useless. I couldn't talk him out of it, hell, I went along with it. I never would have done that before. But...I felt like I had something to prove to myself. That I'm strong and I'm not as weak as Jerry made me feel but then I was dropped from a fucking skyscraper with my best friend and we almost died. And then........." You keep your eyes on him because if you’re going to do this, you owe him that. "CADMUS attacked and I couldn't save any of us, or myself." You scoff. "Then, Donna." You shake your head. "I just feel useless and not good enough and...scared. I'm so sick feeling that way and running myself right into the ground over it. I never had healthy coping mechanisms but..." You suck in a deep breath. "I don't sleep and I train all the time. I need to leave and get away from the this city, figure out who I am outside of a Titan because I was thrown into this. I chose it, but thrown into it and I need to just get away for a little bit. Gotham is a shitshow, but it's fucking home."

"Gotham?" Of course, it's Gotham. Where else would you go? But, it hurts anyway. That's literally across the country.

"I know." You nods softly. "It's....it is my home, Gar. I was born there and raised there for almost my entire life. My mom is buried there. I need to go back. It's....I always felt like I belonged there"

He nods, not knowing what else to say. He won't convince you to stay, it's not him. He respects you and your decision even though it hurts. Even though he's upset. It hurts. Everyone is leaving again.

"You're not useless." Gar gets out. "And you are good enough. I know you don't believe it but it's true."

You nod. "Yeah, it just doesn't feel like it and I need to not feel like this anymore."

"I understand." Gar offers a solemn nod.

"I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry." Gar forces a sad smile to his face. "It's what's best for you. If it's going to make you happy, it's the right thing to do."

"Thank you." You swear you have no idea what you did to deserve his friendship.

"Where are you gonna stay?"

You let out a soft laugh. "That's the irony. With fucking Bruce Wayne and Jason, of course."

"You're gonna live with Batman?" Gar's eyes widen and it makes you laugh.

"Mhm, can you believe it?"

"Do...do you think you'll see the Batcave?"

Your nose scrunches as you lets out a laugh. Of course, that's what Gar is interested in. "I hadn't thought about it, Gar."

"It's Batman's Manor." Gar's eyes are wide with excitement.

"If I see the Batcave, I'll let you know." You shake your head. "You could come visit and you're a Titan so like...maybe you'd convince Bruce to show you anyway."

"That'd be so cool." Gar beams.

"I kind of just wanna throw a Baterang."

"You would." Gar chuckles softly. "Jason though." Gar shakes his head and he's also kind of waiting to see when that's gonna happen. He's pretty sure everyone kind of is at this point.

"One of the free perks of living with Bruce Wayne." You state and Gar groans. "What?"

"Nothing." Gar shakes his head. You and Jason will figure it out. "When do you leave?"

You offer him a yikes expression before giving him an awkward smile. "Two days."

"You waited until now to tell me?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna try to work on that. I was scared." You shrug. "It seems easier not to tell you."

"You can always tell me things."

"I know." You let out a soft laugh. "Did...you wanna play some Mario Kart though? We have two days to still play." You’re ready to be done having the conversation. It’s not easy for either of you and you’d rather be enjoying the time you have left rather than talking about it.

Gar lets out a laugh, a toothy smile landing on his lips. "Okay, yeah, grab the controllers." Gar states, saving his game while you grab the controllers from the switch.

It's gonna be weird not having you around. But, Gar understands it's what's best for you. He'll never stand in your way just like he didn't with Rachel or Jason or anyone else that's left. If he's learned anything, it's that the Titans do come back together eventually. Gar has hope you'll be back so he'll enjoy your last two days like he has been.

The next two days go by in a blur and soon enough, it's time for you to leave. You look around your room with a backpack on your shoulders. You give the room a sad smile and you swear you'll be back one day. You do love being a Titan but you need to figure you out now. It's time and you'll be back one day. So, you walk towards the door and close it behind you.

You walk out into the kitchen where Dick, Kory, Gar, Conner, and Krypto are seated around. You offer them all a sad smile. Kory is the first to say goodbye, offering you a hug and telling you not to get into too much trouble. Conner is next, also offering a hug and saying it was nice getting to know you. You make him promise to send you Krypto updates. Gar is next and he wraps you in the tightest hug he's ever given you.

"You'll keep in touch right?" Gar pulls away, eyes sad but filled with hope.

"Of course." You laugh softly. "You're my best friend, always." You flash him a toothy smile

"Good because I'm really gonna miss you."

"I’m gonna miss you, too. I'm just a phone call and flight away." You assure him. "Come visit."

"Will do." Gar offers you a sheepish nod, stepping back so Dick can say goodbye.

Dick stands in front of you and offer you a handshake.

"So fucking professional. You know, you took me in for no reason at all."

"You were injured."

"Yeah, but you could have brought me to a hospital." You quip. "Thank you for everything you've done for me, Dick." This is the most sincere you’ve ever been with Dick. "Thank you for looking out for me and saving my life, more than once. One hundred points for you." A confident smile comes to your lips.

Dick lets out a laugh. "You were really keeping a point system?"

"Well, I was joking but you seemed so surprised, I needed to commit to the bit. So, congrats on your win."

"Thank you." Dick's eyes widen with sarcasm.

You close the distance between you and hug him. It catches Dick off guard but he hugs you back.

"Listen to Kory, don't get into too much trouble."

"Have no worry, Dickolas. I've grown." You say as you pull away.

"You have." Dick nods at you.

"Well, I'll be back and I'll keep in touch." You offer all of them a last smile before walking over to Gar and giving him one final and long hug. You'll miss him the most.

You pet Krypto and give him a kiss before you head to the elevator. Everyone heads to the hallway to watch you leave and the doors shut. This is it, you’re really going home. After over a year, you’re finally going back home and it might be a little bittersweet but you’re so happy. Gotham is a shit show but it will always be home. You miss it.

You exit the building and right outside, there stands Jason with his motorcycle, one helmet on the bike and the other in his hand. He gives you a wide grin. He didn't tell you he was coming. You were given the address for the private landing strip where Bruce would send his private jet to pick you up. You were okay with that actually, just some time to be alone. But now you’re looking at Jason you’re so relieved to see him.

"Miss me?" Jason quips as you get closer.

You scrunch your nose, shrugging your shoulder. "Nope, not even a little bit."

"Alright, fuck you." Jason chuckles, looking to the ground and then back to you. Maybe this has been the longest month of his life.

"I don't think Bruce would appreciate us joining the mile-high club in his jet." You quip, Jason gaining the devious smirk that makes fireworks explode through your heart.

"He doesn't have to know." Jason quips right back.

"No!" You shake your head, a booming laugh escaping your lips. "Shut the fuck up." You close the distance between you, bringing him into a hug and you didn't think he'd actually come just to fly back to Gotham. But, you’re so happy he did. "You didn't have to come. I could have flown alone." You pull away, the biggest smile Jason has ever seen splits your face.

Jason shrugs. "Yeah, but that's not very fun. Thought you'd like some company."

"Thank you, Jay."

"Anytime, babe." Jason hands you a helmet.

"Can't just take an Uber like a normal person?" You quip while the two of you get on the bike. You put the helmet on while Jason gets ready.

"Nope, this is faster." Jason taunts you, looking back at you.

"Okay, Fast and The Furious." You roll your eyes as Jason slides his face shield down.

"Ready to go home?" Jason asks, looking back at you.

"Hell yeah." You slide your own face shield down, wrapping your arms around him before Jason kicks it into first.

The city goes by in a blur as Jason zips between traffic and you have a smile under your helmet. Every piece of you that might have been second-guessing this decision washes away. You’re going home and having Jason be the one that's there, makes the whole experience a little bit better. And you’re so excited to get back to Gotham, see what it will bring you this time around. And Jason is thrilled to be bringing you back home. It'll just be the two of you in Gotham. No Titans, no Deathstroke. Just you. It's you and him.

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To the Ends of the Universe Pt. 2 - Dick Grayson x Reader

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader (Romantic), Bruce Wayne x Assistant!Pennyworth!Reader, Donna x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Death, cursing, violence, talk of self harm, talk of domestic abuse, talk of terminal illness and hospitals, experiments, smut (skippable)

(It's a long summary I know I'm sorry. Read it or don't.)

Summary: When you were 6 years old, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and your health would rapidly decline. You wouldn't live past 8 years old. Your parents refused to take that answer and decided to make their own cure for you. However, they couldn't stop there, they didn't just want to make you healthy, they wanted to make you super. Make sure nothing could put you in harms way ever again. After a faulty experiment when you were 10 years old, the lab they worked out of, killed your parents and left you a sole survivor.

When reports of a "super kid" loose on the streets reached Wayne Manor, Bruce picked you up. Alfred ended up adopting you legally, but when Bruce realized you had no control of your powers, he decided to train you. Teach you how to use your powers and keep them under control.

A year later Bruce adopted Dick. Growing up and Training side by side you and Dick were inseparable. Your crush on Dick, the cute guy you would with a year older than you, only got worse. As well as his protectiveness over you. Your relationship flourished and you two seemed unstoppable. But what happens when Dick convinces you to leave Gotham? Make a new life for yourselves all on your own.

Disclaimer: I am fully aware my timeline/numbers are screwy, don't think about it. This is based solely on the Titans show, it is definitely not comic accurate lol.

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"I wish I didn't have to leave you baby," Dick mumbles, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Baby," I smile looking up at him amused, "We can't do this every morning. You need to go to work, you said you would commit to this,"

"I know," He groans, pulling away, "You know they keep trying to give me a partner, I don't want to work with anyone but you,"

"I already told you I am not joining the force, there is too much surveillance on the cops,"

"But-"

"No. Look, Dick, being the Green Jay with you and Bruce on occasion was fun, but it put too many targets on my head, I can't risk my powers getting linked to my identity. Even by the PD. I mean, can you even imagine what they would find if they drug-tested me?"

"You're right, you're right," Dick laughs, "I guess I just miss you is all, I'm not used to not seeing you all day every day you know," He says, placing a kiss on my lips.

"I miss you too," I say once I pull away, "How about when you get back tonight we have a night just to ourselves, alright?"

"Oh yeah?" He quirks, "Alright, I'll look forward to it.... Orrrr we could have right now to ourselves,"

"Oh my god just go to work," I smile, shoving him away a bit.

"Okay, okay," He throws his hands up in defeat, grabbing his keys and coat, "I'll see you when I get home."

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"HEY BABE!" Dick calls, his voice laced with concern and an assertiveness I haven't heard since Gotham.

Swiftly I hurry my way towards the staircase, worry coursing through my veins. However, once I reach the stairs I freeze.

There Dick is at the bottom of the stairs, his lips pulled tightly in a like and a girl tucked away behind him.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath, running up to him and pulling him into a hug. Dick just stands there, his shoulders slouched in defeat.

Pulling away, my eyes scan all of his features, my eyes glossing over slightly. His hardened face softens as he looks at me.

"I'm gonna go pack our stuff." He says, his tone is serious again,

"Okay.." I say, following him with my gaze as he brushes past me, his fingers lingering on mine. "Hi," I say, facing the girl. Her head whips up. "I'm Y/N, what's your name?"

"Rachel"

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Dick opens the car door to pop open the trunk.

"This is yours?" Rachel asks as she steps into the garage.

"Family heirloom," Dick answers, tossing our luggage in.

I walk up to him, my back to Rachel. Reaching out my hand, I rub his arm through his jacket, attempting to comfort him.

"I'm sorry baby," I whisper to him, aware that Rachel is most likely listening, but at least whispering doesn't invite her to chime in, "I know you really wanted to avoid this sort of thing again."

He looks at me with a soft smile, reaching his and over and placing it on top of my hand on his arm.

"From the circus?" Rachel asks,

Dick chuckles, looking up from me to Rachel, "Not the one you're thinking. Come on let's go."

I adjust my posture from leaning on the car and walk to the passenger side.Opening the door, I lean in to u latch the front seat, revealing the small 2nd row of the car.

Giving Rachel a smile, I motion for her to get it, but she hesitates.

"We'll keep you safe, I promise,"

"That's not something you can promise," Rachel says to me before getting in the car anyway.

I push the front seat back into place and get in.

This feels like something we can't turn back from.

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The awkward silence in the car since we left the garage is slowly becoming unbearable. Tensions are high. I can practically feel the stress radiating off of dick.

Looking over at him, I can see his emotions plastered all over his face. It's a look I haven't had to see since we left Gotham. Exhaustion. Sadness. Anger. All of it.

My heart clenches and I reach over to Dick's free hand, pulling it over to my lap and holding it. Giving him reassuring squeezes throughout the drive every time I feel him tense.

"Where are we going?" Rachel finally speaks up,

"Somewhere safe," Dicks says, swallowing hard,

"My mom, says there's no such thing as monsters," Rachel turns her head to look out the window, "I think she was wrong."

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"Thank you," Dick says to the waitress, "You want a hot chocolate or something?"

"Just a coffee, black," Rachel says,

"I bet they have marshmallows," Dick smiles. My heart swells a bit as I look at him. I haven't seen many smiles like that from him in a long time. Definitely not in Gotham.

"I'm not a kid, okay?" Rachel snaps at him a bit,

"Rachel..." I say, with a bit of a warning tone, glancing at the waitress standing there awkwardly.

"Okay, same for the lady," Dick says and the waitress fills up Rachel's cup with a smile, gesturing to offer me some.

"I'm okay, thank you,"

The waitress gives me a smile before walking away.

"My mom didn't like me to drink coffee," Rachel says, reaching for the sugar and pouring a long steady stream of it into her cup.

Dick chuckles, "Sweet tooth, huh?"

Rachel says nothing.

"Rachel, has anything like.. like what happened happened before?"

"No, not like that," Rachel takes a deep breath, her voice growing shaky, "I didn't mean to kill that guy,"

"How did you kill that guy," Dick presses further, but Rachel only takes a sip of her coffee and stares off to the side. "We're gonna go see some old friends of ours," Dick glances at me, They're safe, they'll give us a place to lie low for a second, get our heads together. Give us some time to get our heads together."

"You're scared I get it," I say to Rachel, "But sometimes there's no time to be scared,"

And then.

Pain.

Blinding pain.

That's all I could feel.

It felt as if my head was boiling and my bones were freezing and cracking.

"Fuck." I say, my eyes squeezing shut my body beginning to curl in on itself. My hand reaches out to grip Dick's arms, gripping him hard, my nails digging into his forearm.

"Y/n? Baby? Hey, hey what's going on?" Dick's worried tone just barely breaking through the crackling noises sounding in my head. Opening my eyes, I can make out Dick's worried expression through my blurred vision, his brows furrowed, eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

"Dick?" I say, my voice is shaky as my vision begins to grow dark, my body becoming numb.

"Babe, come on, talk to me, what's happening right now?" Dick begins to tap my face lightly, trying to get me to wake up.

All of a sudden, it feels like my body is getting pumped with pure oxygen and I gasp loudly, drawing attention from.others in the restaurant.

My chest heaves and I look around the room frantically as Dick continues to stare me down with his worried expression.

Dick's hands cup my face, "Are you okay? What just happened right now?"

"I-I don't know," I say, "I think I'm okay... I'm okay"

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Authors Note: This fic really is for the girls who just wanna take care of the poor baby. :/

Request Open!

(If there's anything specific you want to see in this story as well, just comment it, I am open to suggestions)

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[imagine--if]

(A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner because I love this boy so much and he made season 3 🥺️) also this is pretty long, like 2.1k words long, so enjoy 😁)

｡ₓ ू ₒ ु Jason Todd Dating Hcs ू ₒ ु ₓ｡

♡ₓ This is gonna be a long one 😂 Jason may seem like a cocky, playful kickass teenager, but inside, he’s a little broken up and just needs a hug 🥺

♡ₓ You either met him as a new Titan, picked out and taken back to the tower with Dick, or someone that Jason saved as Robin. He won’t tell you yet, but you are honestly the most beautiful person he’s ever seen… and stumbles over his words when you’re introduced.

♡ₓ You become really great friends - or so you think, not quite noticing the lingering looks and smiles he gives you like the rest of the Titans do. Jason’s pretty protective and defensive of his friends, and seeing as the rest of the Titans aren’t super friendly with him, he doesn’t make as much of an effort with them as he does with you.

♡ₓ Which leads to him getting annoyed when they try to befriend you too and take you away from conversations you were having with him. If you’re a Titan and there’s a dangerous mission Dick wants you to go out on, Jason won’t let you leave unless he can come to. He knows full well you can defend yourself, but he doesn’t want to lose you like he’s lost others in the past.

♡ₓ When Robin fell from that rooftop, somehow you managed to catch Superboy’s attention and make sure he didn’t die. Jason could only watch, still stunned by the fall and now by you, as you check he’s not hurt and ask if he’s okay. He’s not used to anyone caring that much, and so he can only nod and hug you as a response. It’s all he needs to know for sure that he’s absolutely in love.

♡ₓ After that, the PTSD and bad thoughts really started getting to him, and you were the only one who could pick up on that and try to help. I mean, you've seen the series, the rest of the Titans are either pretty oblivious or don't deal with it well at all *cough*dick*cough*

♡ₓ So quiet times, just sitting and listening to music, or working out in the training room - where he took every opportunity to show off and try to catch your attention - helped him drown out the poison, as he calls it. Jason tries to be and is a lot more open when it's just you and him than the others, and immediately gets defensive when Dick attempts to ask if he's okay.

♡ₓ When he was getting singled out and blamed for the crosses on Rachel’s mirror and the rest of the chaos in the tower, you were the only one to try to stand up for him and pointed out to Dick that he’d run off. It meant so much to him, seeing you carefully make your way to the edge of the roof and look up at him with pleading eyes. Jason has never felt that wanted before, which is the main reason he got down, and held back choking sobs when you gave him the tightest hug ever. ‘He’d keep trying, for you,’ that’s what he’d told himself.

♡ₓ One of the best memories you had of him before you managed to get separated was when Jason showed how much he trusted you by taking you to the high school where he watched the play they did and admitted his love for theatre. You didn't tease or mock him at all, which was a huge relief but expected from you anyway, and right then and there, he wanted to tell you everything. About how you're a thought that makes him want to keep going every day and how he wishes he could hug you a little longer than your friendly ones. But Jason can't make the words come out of his mouth then but can pretend as much as he wants as you walk back with his arm around your shoulder, you not knowing any better.

♡ₓ I'd like to stress that he hasn't said all of this yet, because he won't stop later on, I promise 🥰️

♡ₓ But near the time of Donna's funeral and Rachel leaving the city, you somehow get split up because of carrying on Titan work with Nightwing while Jason needs to talk to Bruce and do some stuff back in Gotham. Even so, you still receive plenty of texts from him, checking up on you while you aren't near each other, wanting to hear your voice again and see that heartstopping smile of yours through FaceTime.

♡ₓ Then Robin really comes to an end, because Jason Todd apparently dies at the hands of the Joker. His friend Molly tells you (which leads to you becoming great friends if you weren't already), and you're devastated. It slowly but surely starts to click into place for you. Those longing looks from him back at Titans Tower, the way he quickly got protective whenever there was the slightest threat you felt uncomfortable with, warm hugs he'd only give you, shoving off Gar with a questioning look when he jokingly tried to get in with you once. Jason had always been a great, understanding friend, but the thought of you possibly having the opportunity to be something more and missing out on it makes you cry 😢

♡ₓ So when you get a call from Dick telling you about the new Red Hood threat, and how he thinks Jason might still be alive and affiliated with the Scarecrow?? You're terrified for him hanging around with such a dark and dangerous person, but you know in your heart that Jason can't have changed so much, reborn or not, from how you knew him before. Dick isn't convinced, especially after Hank's death, and even though you're just as upset as the rest of the team are at the loss, you feel like Jason must be under some kind of influence, and he'd never do anything like that alone.

♡ₓ When you come with Dick to confront him, Red Hood has everyone in Gotham convinced that he's some sort of hero. When Nightwing has him on the floor with a gun pointed, you run over and pull it out of his hands. The shocked, emotion-flooded expression on Jason's face makes you forget everything for the moment as you go in and give him the tightest hug ever, while Dick tries calming down the crowd around you all. Jason slowly, shakily returns it, a million doubting thoughts rushing through his head. Don't you know what he's done? Can you forgive him that easily? You deserve so much more...

♡ₓ Dick gets shot though, and the situation escalates rapidly. You notice Jason hesitantly retreating into the crowd, not wanting the Scarecrow to get to you, his only weakness. But you manage to grab his arm and give him the same pleading eyes as the ones from the balcony he stood at the edge of all those months ago. You ask him to come back home, to stay with you, that you miss him. At the moment, it's difficult, since Crane hasn't been dealt with yet, but Jason promises that he'll see you again soon before he has to run for it, and you tend to Dick.

♡ₓ When you convince Dick to let Jason help the Titans defeat Scarecrow and make sense of the drugs and being brought back to life, Jason doesn't want to let you out of his sight again. He was terrified that he'd never see you again, that you'd hate him because of all that's happened. He's in mild disbelief as you rest against him in the car while Dick runs you over the plans, but Jason isn't afraid to show he cares in front of people (I'll get to PDA more later 😉) and he delicately runs his gloved fingers through your hair and against your cheek, grounding yourself and him at the same time.

♡ₓ Needless to say, Scarecrow gets his ass rightly kicked, and Bruce comes back with his house wrecked and the city recovering from the attack. When he asks Jason which life is next after he turns down living in Wayne Manor again, he looks over his shoulder at you, with a soft smirk that makes warmth spread throughout your body as he simply says, "one with them."

♡ₓ He's not kidding in the slightest either, because now you're reunited, Jason is pretty clingy and in need of a bit of reassurance from you, but is the best boyfriend ever. Everything he struggled with saying before comes out in a mess when you have your first kiss after leaving the Manor and Dick goes with Rachel to visit Crane in prison. This boy's a complete whipped simp, I do not exaggerate.

♡ₓ Like, if it was the middle of the night and you wanted some random drink or fancied going out to get food or ride his motorbike, sure, he's up, where to? Sleep can wait 😊

♡ₓ With PDA, Jason Todd is not shy, and in public, he's just as loving as he is in private. He has no fears of confrontation too, so god forbid anyone that tries to make a move on you or makes you feel bad. He does get jealous sometimes, but more in the insecure way, not at all in the way of not trusting you. You waste no time in telling him that he's the only boy you want in your life and give him a bear hug, and he'll get over it just like that.

♡ₓ On the subject of cuddling, he can't get enough of it. Whether it's lounging around at home or in bed, Jason will draw them out. Vulnerably if it's just after a nightmare, when you wrap your arms around him sleepily and he cradles you to him protectively. Playfully if it's getting late in the morning and he's not ready to get up yet. Sometimes it's just really randomly when you're doing your own thing, he just sweeps you up off your feet and doesn't put you down until you're laughing ridiculously hard and kicking around helplessly.

♡ₓ I can imagine him being all silly and saying that he "won't let you go, angel, till you tell me you love me more than anything else in this world," and then gets all wide-eyed and soft when you actually say it so earnestly. Jason also loves it when you play with his dark curls, he'll happily rest his head on your chest, playing around with your hands and kissing your fingers absentmindedly as your own fiddle with his locks.

♡ₓ You're the only person that can truly calm him down when he's annoyed with someone that's trying to get to him, or on one of his bad days. If you insist on staying at home with him to watch movies and eat junk and cuddle in bed, just to make him feel better, he will literally cry and mumble endearments into your shoulder. Don't for a second doubt that he won't do the same for you, because it will literally break his heart if he sees you upset. If its a person, Jason will gladly deal with them, but if it's just life, he'll hold you tightly, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead and reminding you that he'll always be there for you 🥲

♡ₓ He's honestly a bit possessive - not in a toxic way though - so seeing you in his hoodies or t-shirts makes him all proud and bashful. Jason compliments you for every little thing, or stares in adoring wonder, maybe if you're just doing a hobby or nothing in particular. Or maybe you're his partner and anti-hero like him, or still a Titan, able to defend yourself and save others so effortlessly.

♡ₓ He also trusts you with his life. If you didn't give him any explanation to do something crazy, Jason would assume it's important and you'll explain when you can, taking your word for anything.

♡ₓ Jason will do anything to make you happy and keep that smile on your face. You've been through so much together, and he doesn't care what he goes through now, as long as you're in on it together.

♡ₓ "You're my whole world, princess. I love you so much..."

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Fifteen: Picture

I got up before Tim and Dick, showering before either of them could stir. I was restless. “Jason, are you okay?” Dick asked with his eyes shut. 

“Yeah… I’m alright,” I lied. Dick made a soft noise in the back of his throat, like a low grunt. He wouldn’t push me for the truth. “They’ll find Tim’s parents,” Dick reassured me, “Are you nervous about seeing Donna?” Dick questioned. I didn’t answer.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. The ping of Dick’s phone woke Tim and interrupted a potentially awkward moment with Dick. “You should get that,” I whispered. Dick walked to the front door and let Donna in. I froze the moment I saw her. Tim wiped his eyes and looked at me. “Jason, what’s going on?” Tim asked. Last night probably felt like a bad dream. I smiled at him. 

“Good morning, Tim,” I whispered. Tim smiled before squinting at Donna. “Donna, this is my little brother, Tim. Tim, this is Donna.” I stood up, and Donna hugged me.

“You look great,” Donna whispered, “How are you?” 

I forgot how strong she was. “Hey, Donna? Can you put me down?” I chuckled. She gasped and let go of me, dusting my clothes off. “I’m alright. We’ve got a few days out of school, so we took the ferry here.” 

“Hey, Tim, can I steal your brother for a second?” Donna asked. Tim nodded. I promised Tim I’d return as I grabbed my phone and followed Donna outside. She took me to the roof, and we sat on the ledge together. “Dick told me you got in a fight a few months ago… And that you were in a dark place. I hope you don’t mind that he told me.” 

“I don’t… I’m doing bet—.” I was bombarded with an image of Janet and Jack’s lifeless bodies. I covered my mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. Sheila. Janet. Jack. Mom. Dad. So many graves. So many dead parents.

“Jason?” Donna asked. She touched my arm. 

I blinked hard. “Sorry… I—. I was in a dark place, but it’s been better since I met Tim. It’s been—. I’ve never had a normal life, but living with Tim’s family feels normal. I hope it stays that way,” I whispered.  She smiled. “Normal sounds good… But—. Jason, what are you hiding?” Donna asked. 

“Tim’s parents’ plane didn’t land where it was supposed to… They might be fine, but—. Donna, when I picture my parents in my head, I see corpses. I can’t remember what they looked like when they were alive. I don’t want that for him,” I answered. I needed to tell her. I didn’t expect Donna to understand, but I expected her to sympathize. She cared about me. I truly believed that. 

Donna sat with my words and swallowed hard. “Jason, is there anything I can do to help?” Donna questioned. I shook my head. 

“Batman’s on it… It’s funny. I left home because I wanted to show him what I could do—. I didn’t want him to think I needed him. I wanted to be independent of him, but I was useless to Tim. I can’t fly to the Caribbean and track his parents—. I’m not there yet. I still need him. I still need help,” I whispered. 

“There’s no shame in that. Jason, I have superpowers, and I need help. The League, the Titans, the Amazons, and the Green Lantern Corps… One strong person doesn’t make a hero. The best heroes know they can’t do this all by themselves. Do you understand that?” Donna asked. I smiled.

She didn’t know my plan would only work with Tim’s assistance and the help of a mystery teen hacker. I wouldn’t go in alone ever again. I was smarter than that. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. “You’re right. I’ll be strong enough to be on a team again,” I whispered, “But I should go downstairs and check on Tim. I don’t think he remembers what happened last night.” Donna nodded and escorted me to Dick’s apartment. Tim hadn’t come out of the fog yet. I could see it in his eyes. “Good talk?” Donna whispered. 

“Great talk… Thanks, Donna,” I smiled. 

“Tim, do you want break—?” My phone pinged, and I checked my notifications. Tim’s parents were kidnapped, and the man responsible wanted a ransom for their safe return. My stomach turned. 

I could see them staring at me, but I couldn’t hear anything outside my heartbeat and the ringing I heard after the warehouse explosion. The apartment closed in, and I saw Jack and Janet again. I couldn’t wake up from the nightmare in my head. I tried to speak, but no sound came out. I shut my eyes until I could hear their voices, and I dragged Tim into Dick’s bedroom to talk. I sat beside him on the bed, hiding my face in my hands while I collected myself. “Tim, I—.”

“My parents died, didn’t they?” Tim interrupted.

“Wha—? No. Your mom and dad are alive. They’re alive, but they’re—. Tim, I don’t know how to put this. Someone kidnapped your parents,” I whispered. Tim swallowed hard. “You have a right to know.” 

“You found out right now, didn’t you?” Tim questioned. I nodded. “What was it like for you when you lost your parents?” 

I shook my head. “No. Tim, don’t—. Jack and Janet are still alive. We don’t have to think that. Tim, you can’t think that,” I answered. The question sent me spiraling into another panic. I covered my face again, and Tim plopped backward on the bed. 

“Jason… Can we take a walk? I need to take a walk,” Tim whispered.

I nodded. “Come on, Tim. I’ll buy breakfast,” I mumbled. Neither of us moved. “Tim, I’m sorry.” 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Tim answered, “I need a distraction… Okay?”

“We’ll go to the park after breakfast, and I’ll time you on your run,” I whispered. Tim patted me on the back on his way out the door. 

“Dick, we’re gonna get breakfast and take a walk!” I announced. I had to swallow my fear and keep going for Tim’s sake. Dick and Donna stayed behind to catch up. 

*

We went to the skate shop near Dick’s building on the way back and decided to skate around the neighborhood. “I thought you were gonna get a new board… I didn’t think you’d put on rollerblades,” Tim laughed. 

“Rollerblading is sick. Come on,” I replied.

Tim shook his head, laughing as he skated ahead of me. We needed the distraction. Donna and Dick hung out on the fire escape when we arrived at the apartment. “Hey, Tim? Is he embarrassing you?” Dick joked. 

I rolled my eyes as we stopped in the alley. I changed into my shoes and followed Tim up. I felt a sharp pain in my back, and I lost my grip, but Tim caught me. Donna pulled me up by the back of my shirt. “I’m okay. I’m fine—.” 

Donna dusted me off and breathed out in relief. “Are you sure? I’m sorry that I jumped in like that, but I—. Instinct,” Donna replied. I nodded. 

“Thanks, Donna. Thanks, Tim,” I answered.

#fic #batfam #catch and release fic #Donna Troy #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Sebastian Ives #Jack Drake #Janet Drake #Jason Todd Lives #Jason Todd-centric #POV Jason Todd #POV First Person #Tim Drake Has Issues #Tim Drake is Not Robin #Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore) #Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug #Alfred Pennyworth is the Best #Alfred Pennyworth Knows #Stalker Tim Drake #Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain #Jason Todd Has PTSD #Angst with a Happy Ending #Unlikely Friends #Injury Recovery #Emotional Baggage

[idecidedtowriteig]

Sweet Nothings

Gar Logan x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (tiny bit of angst)

I do not write NSFW

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His eyes were a dazzling honey brown, that you could just stare into for hours on end. His smile was ravishingly alluring, to you so at least, but you could see the others agree when they looked at him just the same– not much so as in love– but more so in delight. He cheered everyone up, and you were totally head over heels for him, not that you would admit it anyway– only in the deepest depths of your heart. Or so you thought– but Rachel had accidentally read your mind once– of how much you truly loved and appreciated Gar, so much so that they secretly shipped you and Gar together. 

It was hard for Rachel to not confess what they knew to you and squeal in glee about how cute you and Gar would be together. However, all Rachel had to do– was sit back, relax and wait for the magic of fate to happen (or so help her, Trigon). Fate decided to play its cards for once, and give Rachel, Y/n, and Gar the thing they had all been hoping for…

First it came with a handwritten note…

This had been after Y/n had a hard enough day that they broke down crying in front of everyone. Everything just seemed to go wrong that day, Red Hood and Crane (or the Craniac and Y/n liked to call him) attacked. Just everything seemed to fall apart– and no matter what Y/n did, they thought it was never good enough. But Gar thought it was enough. Dick thought it was enough, Rachel, Donna, Kori, and the others did too. The Titans’ all had each other's back. 

Dick did try to give some words of encouragement– but not without a bit of awkwardness- since it was hard for him to express his emotions himself. Kori gave a great pep talk, Blackfire had tried her best to cheer you up- in her own rigid stiff way– shared about how she conquered her enemies. Rachel talked some, trying to comfort you, but not really knowing how to do that best. Gar felt bad, and didn’t know what to do exactly, either…. So, he decided to leave you a note… 

“Dear Y/n,

I think you did great today, and so does the rest of the team.

 You are one of the sweetest people on this team, and it really 

hurt to see you cry today. I know the Titan's work can be hard,

 it also gets to my mind sometimes. The Jason thing does too, and it hurts how he just left us like that… 

But I want you to know, we’ve all got your back! 

P.S. Also, meet me in the Kitchen later (I'll text you when) I have a surprise!”

-BB (Gar) :)

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9:00 PM

Beast Boy: I have the surprise ready! :) 

Y/n: I’m on my way :)

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Y/n soon entered the kitchen looking around, when they saw a paper sack labeled, "Gotham's Custard & Ice Creamery”' in bold pink and blue letters. They let out a big smile, as Gar grinned happily, “Rachel told me this was your favorite place! And I was trying to find a way to cheer you up…” He blushes a little bit, eyes meeting yours, but then looking bashfully off to the side. 

You beamed in disbelief, “Gar…” you said, smiling and opening the sack to see your favorite ice cream flavor. You smile, “You didn’t have to!” You say hugging him on instinct. Gar smiles delightedly, hugging back, “Well, I knew you just had a hard day….” He laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you….” He mumbles– but not incoherently to you. 

Then it came with a little trinket of your favorite animal….

You heard a soft knock on your door, soon opening it to see Gar holding a little trinket of your favorite animal. You smiled, wondering for a second why he brought it here, but happy to see him explain– or ramble about why. 

Gar beams happily, “So I saw this at an antique shop I passed by! And isn’t it the cutest thing? It was only 5 dollars and I thought it might make your day better. Plus I know it's your favorite animal, I couldn’t resist.” He laughs sheepishly, handing you the small trinket. 

You stared at it happily and hugged him, “Man, I’m really going to have to start buying you stuff too.” You tease. 

Gar smiles, “On the house?” He laughs. 

At last, it came with a beautiful red rose…

Gar smiles, holding out a rose, “Look at this! It almost matches the color of your– lips… Not to be weird or anything!– Anyway, it just looks… pretty like you…” He grins, handing the rose to you– you noticed he had cut off the thorns beforehand.  Gar smiles, “I uh– also have something to ask you. I’m sorry if this makes everything weird….” He laughs nervously. 

His face soon turns a light shade of pink as he gulps, then asks you confidently, “Y/n… will you go on a date with me? I mean, would you uhh… possibly?” You smiled at his cute antics and cupped his face gently with your hand, “Of course, Gar! You mean the world to me!” 

Rachel totally wasn’t watching you from the window and fangirling….. Totally not… 

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Can I request fluff Donna Troy x Male reader. When Donna has a rough day and when she came home, reader has already make they favorite dinner. The appartement has only candle light on. And after they are cuddling and fall asleep on the couch?

Donna Tory x GN!reader

You had gotten a heads up text from Dick that Donna had a rough day with the Titans so you make a quick trip to the market wanting to go all out to try to cheer her up.

She returns home to a dark apartment, about to flip the lights on when she notices a faint glow coming from the dining room.

"Y/N?" She calls out.

"In here," you reply from the kitchen.

She walks towards the sound of your voice and finds the dining room lit with candles as you place the last of the food you cooked on the table.

"What's going on?" She asks.

"Dick told me you had a hard day so for dinner I made your favorite, fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread and sautéed vegetables on the side and don't forget the chocolate mousse for dessert," you tell her, kissing her cheek and pulling the chair out for her.

"You made all this?" She smiles, taking her seat.

"Everything except the mousse, you remember what happened last time I tried baking," you chuckle sitting next to her.

"I will never forget the cupcake incident, we were finding flour in the kitchen for weeks," she laughs.

While you two eat Donna tells you about her day and how Dawn had to stitch her up in multiple places after a nasty fight with Chesire and her claws.

Her mood instantly lifted being with you and it didn't hurt having such a delicious meal in front of her.

Every plate is empty by the time you guys are done eating, leftovers were not a common thing in your home especially when it came to dessert.

Donna hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder while you wash dishes.

"You sure you don't want me to help? You cooked dinner all by yourself the least I can do is clean some dishes," she says.

"I got this, go find a movie for us to watch. I'll join you in a few minutes," you smile.

Donna gently kisses your shoulder, heading to the couch and blowing the candles out on her way before turning the TV on.

Five minutes later the dishes are done and you plop down onto the couch next to Donna, "so what are we watching?"

"Bad moms," she says pressing play, "this movie never fails to make me laugh."

"Good choice," you reply, putting your arm around her and bringing her in close.

You settle into a comfortable position to cuddle and laugh plenty while watching the movie.

Eventually you notice Donna has stopped laughing so you look down to see that she's fast asleep.

You turn the movie off, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over you guys.

When Donna wakes in the morning she's wrapped in your arms, pleasantly warm from the blanket laying over her and the frustrations of the day before completely forgotten.

#titans imagine #donna troy imagine #donna troy x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

[ieatadoptmepets]

It's been way more than two hours but I kept falling asleep during the episodes (it wasn't boring I just have depression)

Spoilers here for episodes 10 and 11 (mainly Jason in ep 11)

Jason coming back was awesome, I love the reveal and how it was done. I love the continuation of the previous Robin passing the torch to the next. Jason is working to redeem himself and it's great. He's also way more grown up now which I didn't think was possible but I'm all for. Him training tim is just absolutely golden. I also noticed some of the stuff in the training warm up montage parallels to dick making him train with gar and rachel with some of their senses limited, and him being completely against it calling it stupid. I didn't realize until the end that Venta was a cover for tim to go meet Jason and get his guidance which I love so much, I love what Jason and dick's relationship has become. Hope for Jason to get with the team again is pretty much lost which is sad but it's a good ending for the way he turned out. I'm kinda sad though, they hyped this up to be much more than just a cameo.

But what I love so much is that Jason is still red hood, reclaiming the mantle and using the suit. You'd think he'd be done with that and any vigilante work but he still does it and he does good. Definitely he needs therapy because continuing like this isn't good for him and it's most definitely triggering to put on that suit over and over again, again, but I'm glad they showed that he actually is good. I think Jason has the best character development/arc and even just development in his story in general, they really took care for it.

It must be really liberating for Jason to successfully grant passage for the new robin and to say that he'll be a better one than him, but I hope he gets to get something from the other titans. Let dick say something to him in person. Let Donna give him a hug and gar act all buddy buddy as per usual because he's always somehow known the true Jason despite not really being good friends before red hood.

Let Dawn come here and see him and it be emotionally grey because she sees how he's redeemed himself and knows he feels remorse, that it was more Crane who killed hank than him, but that she still feels those feelings for him for killing him.

Let him talk to Bruce if he hasn't already. Let them repair that relationship and not be a solo act for the rest of their lives (because really, Bruce will kick the bucket at some point and Jason will feel horrible for not doing something sooner)

Just let me in the writers room at this point I'll just make a spin off for jason

#titans hbo #tv: titans #tv titans #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #donna troy #wonder girl #hank hall #dawn granger #hawk and dove #garfield logan #gar logan #raven roth #rachel roth #bruce wayne

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Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Chapter Eighteen – All my pretty follies flung aside

Kory had completely underestimated how having her powers at her disposition boosted her humour. After being stuck in that nebula of sorrow, grief and anxiety for so long, right now, soaring  through the San Francisco sky, she felt amazing.

Powerful.

Beautiful.

Free.

And her fortuitous meet with Dick let her skin sizzling. The hungry way he had looked at her, X’hal…

Too bad all that hunger and desire wasn’t exactly for her, but to someone else that she just happened to look exactly alike.

Still, if Rachel wasn’t there, she didn’t think she would care very much if his heart didn’t belong to her. Despite her tamaranean considerations of reciprocity, right now, she liked him enough for the both of them. And if she had found him alone that morning, and he didn’t object, she would have pushed him against the fridge, fallen on her knees, taken him in her mouth and made him forget that there was someone else he wanted.

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X’hal… When had her become the desperate type? This was getting ridiculous. She needed to do something. But what? Donna didn’t do anything to help. Terrible friend she was!

Kory closed her eyes and charged forward toward a cloud, hoping the cold mist would help quench her ardour but instead, the wetness that took over her mostly exposed body only made her wish to dive back down and tempt him further.

She floated in the sky until the wind and the mid-day sun dried her body and hair completely. As much as she loved Earth and never wished to leave, it was important to remember who she really was. There, up above, away from humanity, she finally felt like herself. It was a sensation she never wanted to lose again.

When she landed back on the Tower’s rooftop, Donna was waiting for her with a terrible smile playing on her lips.

“Just look at her…” Donna teased, “are you sure that nothing happened in Metropolis?”

Kory rolled her eyes despite the smile that insisted on not leaving her face and just walked past her friend.

Donna held her wrist making Kory turn to face her.

“Donna, for fucks sake... ” If she wouldn’t help she could just stop rubbing in.

“Hey, chill. Look,” she shed her teasing tone for a more serious one, “I wanted to tell you first so we don’t ruin Gar’s party tonight, but Dawn called me, she needs help with a case…”

Kory’s glow faded a bit and she turned her whole body towards her friend.

“You’re leaving us.”

Donna gave her a sad smile.

“It was time. This was never my thing, I never wanted to be a Titan again, nevermind take a leading role. You and Dick are ready to take over now.”

“I know…” Kory sighed, she caught the hand that Donna had used to intercept her in her own hands, as if that would be enough to keep her friend by her side. “But it isn’t the same without you.”

“I damn well hope so! And for Eros sake if I leave and you and Dick still don’t get your shit together I’ll-“

Kory pulled Donna for a hug, muffling her threats against her hair. Closing her eyes shut, memories of her friend dying flashed under her eyelids and Kory held Donna a littler tighter before letting go.

“Take care of yourself there, Troy, I won’t forgive you twice for dying.”

***

Gar’s birthday commemoration was filled with all the things he liked the most, vegan food, videogames and electronic 80’s music. At first, he was a bit shy in his requests, not used to being the one on the e receiving side of attentions like that. Kory’s heart broke a little when she noticed that. She adored Gar, and wanted more than anything that he realized how cherished he was by her and their little Titans family.

“I have a surprise for you,” Dick said when they were all reunited in the living room, he had just pushed a huge box wrapped in colourful paper from inside the elevator. The scene was almost comical, as the box was as tall as Rachel. “You know I didn’t have my assets until very recently, so I didn’t know if it would get in time, but I’m happy it did.”

“Oh my god, Gar!” called Rachel slapping the birthday boy on the arm and looking more excited than he was.

“Please don’t tell me you put a dog in a box, Dick,” begged Gar cringing and rubbing his abused arm. He and Rachel had been throwing hopeful lines about adopting a dog since Krypto left with Conner.

“It’s not a dog, we are not getting a dog,” deadpanned, Dick. He then tapped the box as if to prove that nothing alive was inside it. He had his forearms naked that night, had pushed his jumper’s – that was skin tight, mind you – sleeves up. He was decided to ruin her life.

 “Open it, Gar,” Kory said, “I’m curious,” her eyes met with Dick’s for a moment, and she shifted, needing to be in movement.

The boy handed her his cup of soda and moved towards the box. In very Gar fashion, he tried to unwrap the present neatly, but as the thing was massive, he started to struggle rising muffled laughs from his audience.

“Rach, some help!” He pleaded and his sister joined, pulling chunks of paper and cardboard and urging to do the same, soon, even Dick was helping. Under the paper and cardboard there was a lot of bubble wrap and Gar let a screech of frustration. “Come on, man!”

“I didn’t personally packaged it, Gar,” explained Dick, also looking very frustrated, he had grabbed small knife she never had noticed before he kept hooked to his belt to slice the tape used to hold the bubble wrap encased around the mystery present.

Finally, Gar seemed to pull a huge piece of wrap from the object and the stylized word “Gauntlet” appeared in yellow and green.

“SHUT UP!” Gar shouted, eyes and mouth agape, Kory exchanged an amused look with Donna who was badly hiding her snickering behind her margarita.

“What?” asked Rachel clearly not getting Gar’s excitement but wanting to join him at it.

“Just the best game ever! And in original arcade!” Gar then ran to Dick giving him a bear hug and then stepped back, as if uncertain, Dick then pulled him closer, his eyes shut and a warm smile in his lips. Kory felt her heart float to her throat and finished her margarita to force it to its place.

Realization fell over her, and it came with a mix of sadness and a huge chunk of relief too. Dick had ordered that while they were at Mertropolis. Somehow, in the middle of all that storm of complicated feelings he had remembered Gar, remembered and taken time to make their boy happy.

That, somehow, out of all every single sign, made things pretty clear to her.

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 “What is this?” Dick asked as they met later, alone in the corridor. He looked so much more alive than he had since he dropped from that tear in fabric that separated the universe. With his bright eyes and dimples, the hair wasn’t entirely neat either after all the partying with the kids, making him look young, boyish.

Everybody had already gone to bed, bellies full of cake and fingers hurting from playing for the best part of the night. Donna was terrible and cursed a lot, Rachel moved her whole body following the character’s actions, Kory was forbidden from playing again after hitting a button too hard and almost breaking the toy. Gar attempted to spend the whole night trying to beat Dick’s high score, but was sent to his room, since was after midnight and his birthday-boy voucher expired.

Kory had taken the opportunity of her banishment to get something from her room. It was not easy fit, but the margaritas Donna prepared helped her to gather courage.

“An apology,” she said in a tight voice, “give me your hand.”

“Koriand’r, I don’t w-“ he started, with a hint of impatience, he must have seen the hurt in her eyes, because he stopped, took a deep breath and stretched his hand to her. “You’ve already apologized enough.”

“I know,” she breathed, eyes lowering to his hand, taking it first with her free one, her thumb caressing his calloused palm with yearning “this is the last one,” she smirked at him and added, “I hope.”

And then Kory took a deep breath, “I am sorry. I used you, that night in Gotham.”

He sighed, tightening his jaw.

“I consented.”

Kory smiled sadly at his mater-of-fact answer.

“Yes,” she agreed, wrinkling her nose, “but I still regret it.” His hand twitched over hers as if he was about to pull it, but to her relief, he didn’t. “It wasn’t fair to neither of us, and the way I left…” His eyebrows rose at that, it was clear that he didn’t think he would ever hear her acknowledging that, “and how I acted after… Well,” she pushed her hair away from her eyes, “I know I hurt you then, but… I needed you to understand that, back then, you were not who I really wanted, and I felt like I was betraying those feelings… I wasn’t who you really wanted either,” her voice faltered, “not really, and I felt like… Like I was disrespecting you and her too.”

Her lip trembled and she finally placed the object she was holding on his palm. It was a batwinged domino mask. Nightwing’s mask.

“But now… Everything changed and… Well, even if I’m not her, and you don’t want me… You don’t need me to be Nightwing, or the leader of the Titans or Gar and Rachel’s dad,” Kory caressed the black lines of the mask with longing. “X’hal knows you’ve done a better job than… He ever did. Tonight with Gar… I can’t place him in that scene but I can see you in all the memories I have with him. And it breaks my heart, because I loved him, I love him, but I’m also proud of myself to have honesty enough to say this, because it’s true.”

They remained in silence for a moment after that, hands still linked, then, Dick covered her hand with his.

“I’m surprised and happy you think so,” he finally said, voice just a little louder than a whisper, “but I don’t think I get your point, and I don’t agree entirely either.”

She licked her lips and rose her eyes to gaze into his again.

“You don’t need me to fit in this family. Never did. I tried to pretend you didn’t to protect myself, because I was so ashamed… But I don’t know what I am protecting anymore when none of my fears are turning into reality.”

Something crossed his eyes then, was it fear or hope?

“Koriand’r…”

She meant to only give him that mask and nothing else, but it seemed impossible to stop the words coming out of her mouth.

“And I really tried to stay away from wanting you, because... And I’m being honest here when I say I tried with my all to separate the two of you inside my head and my heart, but I can’t… Look… I’m so tired of denying something obvious, we’ve both lost enough and if I’m wrong, if you do want me-“

She never had the chance to finish that sentence.

And it took her a moment, although a very small one, to realize that his lips were moving over hers. But after that first shock, Kory seized power pushing her body flush to his, with the all the desperation for his touch that she had been feeling. The last thought that crossed her mind before it was overtook by passion was that, there was no way all this intensity was product of only how her body was responding to the return of her powers. This was about him, it was about them. 

Kory’s hands went straight to his lower abs, pulling his jumper up and seeking skin, one hand sliding to his hip while the other went even lower, checking over his pants how far he was and momentarily breaking the kiss with a moan when she found him rock hard already. Dazed eyes mirrored hers and Kory let out a shaky satisfied laugh.

Then, she jumped on him, tying her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as he answered by supporting her weight by grabbing her thighs as if their moves were rehearsed. Dick took advantage of their position to bit her chin and lick down her throat as he blindly guided them to his room.

As soon as the door clicked behind them, Dick pressed her against the wall, she could feel the familiar shapes that formed his body hot and real and so impossibly close, but she wanted closer, she wanted more, she wanted every part of him, she wanted to forget they were two separate beings and merge her skin to his forever.

She wanted to feel him inside and all around her, wanted to feel his breath inside her lungs and, his blood running in her veins, wanted to end this spell of separation.

Her fingers entered his hair, undoing his bun, massaging his scalp with the tip of her fingers and running her nails over his skin, a move that made him moan loudly against the valley of her breasts where his exploration of her throat had lead him. Trying to pull him back to the kiss, Kory pulled his hair, their eyes met again and he understood immediately, kissing her again, pulling her lower lip between his teeth. For a moment, it looked as if he was about to say something, but Kory bucked her hip forward and his eyes fell shut in pleasure, she used the opportunity to kiss him once again, one of her legs slid down hooking around his thigh giving them a deeper angle to their dry humping.

It wasn’t with considerable regret when she finally pushed him away, his confused look made her stomach flutter with expectation, but she didn’t give him opportunity to complicate things, by moving her hands straight to his belt. Somehow, her hands were still steady enough – feat her knees were barely accomplishing – to undo the buckle and pull the leather strip in rapid smooth movements. His fly was even easier and soon enough he had her hand full of his throbbing cock.

“I want you inside, now.”

“But Kor-” he panted, always with the complications that one, always with his objections. She didn’t have time for that. They could make sweet sweet love late, now, she needed to be fucked.

“Now.”

Kory turned around bending forward and pulling her short skirt up with one hand while the other slapped flat against the wall for support.

The jerk took his time, pulling her hair aside and kissing her back while he pulled her soaked panties down.

“For fucks sake, Grayson!” Kory protested with a strangled voice.

He actually chuckled at her anger and then he fucked her against the wall. The first thrust so had and sliding so easily into her that Kory’s eyes watered. She was so glad he had enough brain remaining to help her to support her own weight, unless she would have crashed her face against the plaster in a very unsexy way. His hand crossed her chest with no regards for the annoying barriers of her shirt and bra, forearm giving her a little additional support as his fingers kneaded her breast hard. Kory rocked back with him and turned her head behind, for a moment regretting her choice of position, desperate for having his mouth against her again.

She let go of the skirt she was somehow still holding in a vicious grip and reached behind, pulling a fistful of chestnut hair. In that position and with their frantic movements, kissing properly was impossible, but they settled for a sloppy half-way thing that didn’t last because as soon as his fingers started playing with her clit, all presumption of control was lost. Her arms gave and Kory found herself flat against the wall, mouth half open in a long gurgling moan, as he let go of her breast to pull her leg up, bending it over his hip for a deeper penetration. This new angle, together with his onslaught on her clit made Kory shatter, the universe breaking in a million pieces as her body shook between Dick and the wall.

He pulled out of her and all Kory manage to do to protest was as weak sob, suddenly, he was gathering her pudding structured body from the wall, and turning her to face him, he sweetly kissed her eyelids and held her against his chest petting her hair as she calmed down. His gentleness somehow not feeling at all out of place when he had just gave her an orgasm that made her legs useless and his cock was still hard as she could feel it against her belly.

Suddenly, Kory found herself being carried to his bed like a bride.

“Don’t get soft on me now, Grayson,” she teased drunkenly sucking at his neck and playing with his hair.

He responded by taking her hand away from his locks and leading it to his dick.

“Do this feel soft to you, Princess?”

Kory gave him her deepest dirtiest laugh and bit his shoulder.

“You wanted rough,” he stated putting her on the bed and raising his hands to take off his shirt, “I gave you rough,” he climbed on the mattress, one knee at each side of her body as Kory herself shimmed to the centre of the bed, “but I plan to make this last.”

“I like a man with a plan…” he smiled at that and leaned for a kiss, but Kory stopped by cupping his face, looking intensely into his whiskey eyes. “But Dick, if you’re worried that this is another one-time thing… It isn’t.”

“Koriand’r…” he said her name like a prayer, eyes closing.

“It isn’t just about sex either, hey, look at me,” he did. “I want you, understand? You.”

He bent down to kiss her slowly, but instead of continuing with more exploration of her body, his hands went to his own neck, and Kory followed with the corner of her eye, as he blindly placed a metallic chain on his bedside table. The object slid down to the floor with a small thud, but before it disappeared Kory recognized the tamaranean ring, her family’s royal shape. She pulled back from the kiss, he didn’t say anything, just stared at her. Parallel version or not, he still wasn’t very good with words. He held his face in her hands, followed the path of the scar on his temple with her thumb. There was no way to change the past. She might see them both as one, but it was clear the divide when he thought about her and the other woman.

It didn’t matter.

She wouldn’t let it matter.

He belonged to her now.

“Take me out of these clothes,” she ordered against his lips.

“Hmm,” he made and started with her corset top, pulling its frontal zipper down, and feasting on her feverish skin. Kory saw stars when his mouth closed around her nipple. She had no idea of how he had taken off her bra so fast. He was everywhere at once, and despite his claims of making it last, soon enough he was biting her naked hip and her skirt was gone too, and Kory was pressing her thighs together desperate to have him inside again.

“Boots on?” Dick had the cheek to ask, his lips now on her knee.

“No, I want to feel you with my entire body.”

“As you wish,” the intensity with he said those three little words rose tears to her eyes again. And when he finished taking off her boots with reverence you’d think he never loved anyone before, Dick seemed to notice the tears escaping from her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kory said with a teary laugh, wiping her tears away with the tip of her fingers, “nothing at all. Come here before I continue without you.”

“You say like that’s a bad thing,” he said with a boyish smile.

Kory rose one eyebrow at that.

“Another day?”

“It’s a date,” he tested.

“We can do that too,” she said in a tone she hoped was enough to quench all remaining suspicion.

“You really mean it, then?” Realization seeming to finally get to him.

Kory just rolled her eyes and pushed her body up, tired of waiting, she walked on her knees until they were face to face. She leaned in, pretending she was about to kiss him, and then pushing him down on the bed, her heart swelling with his sigh of elated surprise when she only turned her back to him to straddle his torso, offering her dripping cunt for meal while busing herself with his cock.

A boost of desire made her whole body sizzle when he cursed loudly at the feel of her mouth around him, but it didn’t take long until she felt his tongue reciprocate, first cleaning her juices around her lips and then lapping at her clit as his fingers fucked her opening. Trying to not lose concentration would be a challenge, thank goodness for those long talented fingers of his. She bobbed her head up and down, cradling his balls with one hand as the other stead herself by grabbing his thigh.

It was with quite an air of victory that she was dragged off his body by his strong arms, she was giggling, when her back hit the bed again.

“Too much?”

“You are a witch,” he accused her and then dove back to her pussy, pulling one of her legs up his shoulders and turning her giggles into a mute scream as her walls closed around his fingers in no time.

He as the one full of mirth when she resurfaced.

“Too much, she said, and then came immediately,” he said with an air of self-satisfaction.

Kory rolled her eyes.

“Tsc. You still bailed first.”

He was licking her juices out of his fingers.

“For a good reason.”

“Yeah?” she swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Come here,” she whispered stretching her arms for him.

Then, he was inside her again, their foreheads against each other, her leg hugging his hips in a vicious embrace, almost too tight for them too move.

“Koriand’r…” he called kissing her cheeks, his long hair tickling her nose, adding tenderness to the suffocating pleasure.

“Please, Dick, please… Hader.”

“Whatever you want,” he panted against her ear, “come to me again.”

He lifted them up, sitting on his heels, her legs remained locked around him as they rocked together, Kory’s orgasm came with a tearing scream, he gave a couple fellow thrusts upwards before finding his own end too.

They stood there, in that embrace until, Dick seemed to get uncomfortable holding both their weights and lied her down, still wrapped around her body like a lazy octopus.

“We need a shower…” she whispered but didn’t move a muscle, her legs were very much trapped and X’hal… He was still inside her, and although it felt weird, she wasn’t exactly ready to let go either.

“Uhum,” he agreed, but was as spent and immobile as she was.

Kory’s eyes refused to keep closed as much as she only wished to get comfy and pass out.

“We are really disgusting.”

He agreed with another hum, but didn’t bulge.

“Need to change the sheets… I’m not sleeping on a puddle of cum.”

That did something, he started to shook, he was laughing. Oh X’hal, why was that making her heart race so fast? His arms loosened around her and he climbed off her, she hissed at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled out, and then cringed at the sensation of his warm seed leaking to the mattress.

“In a few moments, princess,” he assured her, “just let my soul return to my body.”

Kory turned to her side, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That good?”

He gave her half-smile, he looked properly fucked with messy hair sticking up in places and other glued to his sweaty forehead, eyes so bright you’d think they could actually shine like hers.

You couldn’t say it was the same man that carried tragedy like an armour and a shroud.

She made that.

Not anyone else.

She was that good.

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Sooooo, what you think? XDD

#DickKory #Dick Grayson #Koriand'r #Nightwing #Starfire #Kory Anders #Richard Grayson #Titans LA #DCU Titans #Titans Live Action #HBO Titans #WW #Wandering Worlds #my fic

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Ooo how would Aunt Donna react to meeting the Kents and Gar's boyfriend?

I feel like Donna would already know Clark just because Wonder Woman knows Superman and that she probably met a younger Clark when he used to work with Bruce since she hung around Dick (it's crazy to me that Clark is closer in age to Dick and Donna than Bruce) but didn't have that strong of a connection with him as Dick did. Then after Bruce and Clark had their fallout, she definitely didn't see Clark as much as she used to.

But I do fully believe both Donna and Dick attended Clark and Lois' wedding.

I see Donna as a lone wolf type who mainly sticks to herself unless she's close to the person, much like Dick. She didn't keep in touch with Clark like she did with Dick, Kory, and Dawn. So she has no idea Jonathan and Jordan exist.

Until she's in San Francisco for a showing and visits Titans Tower to see Dick and Kory (and the kids, of course). Kory greets her first, they catch up a little bit, then Rachel comes out to greet her and calls for Gar, telling him aunt Donna is here. To Donna's confusion Gar advances from the hall alongside another teenager with curly blonde hair. Her first thought after hugging Gar is to turn to Kory and ask "Did Dick adopt another kid??" and Kory just laughs, "No, that's Jonathan. He's Gar's boyfriend."

And Jonathan freaks out when Gar introduces him to Donna as "Superman's son" but Donna quickly reassures him that she's related to Wonder Woman and isn't gonna tell anyone he's the Boy of Steel. So it's all good. Though she is kind of surprised when she learns Jon is taking up the role of Superboy.

Donna absolutely teases Dick about Gar dating someone since she knows Dick isn't fond of the idea of his kids dating, but also tells Dick to lighten up when he gets all grumpy about it and is like "I'm pretty sure Gar couldn't get anyone better than the son of Superman. Stop being a stubborn asshole and be happy for your son."

I also can imagine she smirks and raises an eyebrow at the fact both Dick and Gar have heart eyes for super powerful aliens with fire abilities. Like father, like son.

Since she was at Clark and Lois' wedding, you better believe she was at Jon and Gar's. She and Kory had to make sure Dick didn't cry the whole time and refuse to let Gar go.

and just like she did with Dick, she's gonna tell embarrassing stories about Gar to his son, Paxton. (She can't embarrass Jon but Jordan sure can so he'll leave that to him)

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you're more of a Donna person than me, Kit. Hope I did your girl justice lol

#donna troy #dick grayson #kory anders #clark kent #gar logan #jonathan kent #garjon #au #cods.talkin #asks and answers

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Justice League: Women of Earth

by d0d0bird

“So without any means of defending the planet, winning this challenge is our only chance at survival,” explained Batman.

“Any particular reason she asked for women specifically?" asked Shayera.

“The strongest of Darkseid’s warriors are known as the Furies,” explained Superman, “They are made up entirely of women. It must be their custom. In any case, we’re in no position to question or defy them. We have to play by their rules.”

“So all we have to do is find the planet’s five strongest women,” shrugged Wally, “Seems easy enough.”

“Indeed,” nodded Shayera, “We have two of them right here.”

“But how do we find the others?” asked Superman.

“Leave it to me,” grinned Diana confidently, “Back on Themyscira, we held large gatherings for the sole purpose of determining the strongest women among us.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” nodded Batman, “I say we invite all potential candidates to the Watchtower.”

“How are you going to decide on the five?” Wally asked Diana.

“Simple,” she said confidently, “We’ll fight for it.”

Words: 25370, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 44 of DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Kara Danvers, Nubia (Wonder Woman), Koriand'r (DCU), Zatanna Zatara, Big Barda, Shayera Hol, Doris Zuel, giganta - Character, Raven (Teen Titans), Stephanie Brown, Leslie Willis, Jesse Chambers, Mad Harriet (DCU), Bernadeth (DCU), Stompa (DCU), Lashina (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Wally West, J'onn J'onzz, Clark Kent, Avery Ho, Donna Troy, Libby Lawrence, Courtney Whitmore, Yolanda Montez, Dinah Lance, Siobhan McDougal, Doomsday (Superman), Rick Flag

Additional Tags: Verbal Abuse, Bullying, Blood, Violence, Dental Injury, BAMF Diana (Wonder Woman), Kara Danvers Needs a Hug, Precious Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers Whump, BAMF Nubia (Wonder Woman), Protective Nubia (Wonder Woman), Trans Nubia (Wonder Woman), Stephanie Brown is Batgirl, Wally West is The Flash, tournament, Angst, Comfort/Angst, Friendship, Female Friendship, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Big Barda Redemption, Beating, Bruising, Combat, crotch shot, Drunkenness, Electrocution, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Ridicule, wedgie, wedgies

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40392030

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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1 and 22 for a ship of your choice!

I am in a Bailey mood so it's gonna be Birds of Paradise

1. What’s their love languages?

Dick is, absolutely, an Acts of Service/Quality Time guy. We see this all the time in canon. He tries, often, to spend time with the Titans and his siblings outside of "work," learn about what they like, and build real friendships. He makes time to listen to people he cares about, work with them, connect with them. He puts in the effort to help Tim learn the ropes of costumed vigilantism, he helps Donna map out her extremely convoluted retcon-filled backstory, everything with Roy and Lian... he repeatedly drops everything to help when someone asks. And he loves both to teach and learn from the people in his life.

Bailey, however, leans more Physical Touch/Acts of Service. She's not great at words, never sure if her meaning is coming across. But she'll wrap you in a hug, bake you brownies, and offer to be your alibi when the cops show up. She really enjoys taking care of people, and she can get pushy about it when she thinks someone she loves isn't taking good care of themself. She's also a cuddlebug, under the prickly exterior, but she's terrified of actually showing that. So, while she can be a bit of a flirt when she's trying to act confident and impress, she turns into a big flustered mess as soon as there's the slightest physical contact involved.

22. How do they apologize after arguments?

Hoo boy. It depends on the argument, and how long it's lasted. Little fights -- over chores or a scheduling conflict or Bruce being a jackass and Bailey telling him so -- can be mended with some communication and compromise. But the bigger stuff?

Dick... Has a habit of closing himself off when he's upset. Bailey can be a little slow on the uptake when she's struck a nerve, so I can see this getting bad before it gets fixed. And when it does...

No matter who was in the wrong, Bailey will convince herself she's the one who fucked up -- With a couple of very specific exceptions I can't get into just yet. And she'll catastrophize about whatever went wrong, work herself up in knots, until she's afraid this is gonna be it. And then, when that comes out, Dick is gonna feel horrible for making Bailey think that. They fix it, but it takes a long heart-to-heart to work out the problem, both of them committing to try to do better, and... Maybe a very private weekend getaway

Honestly, the two of them spend so long in A Situation™ because they (mostly Bailey) have communication issues, that I think, once they get past that, they're both going to say "okay that was really dumb of us, how about we just. talk about things. no more soap opera bullshit."

#i know i never shut up about Bailey or her relationships #and part of me is afraid i'm being annoying about her #but also... who else is gonna be insane about my oc #ship tag: Birds of Paradise

[danny-chase]

Dick and Donna’s friendship, my beloved. No matter how long they spend time apart, they pick things up right where they left off. It’s not just about Donna worrying about Dick, it’s about both of them supporting each other. It’s about Donna stepping in when Dick’s being self destructive, but also Dick being there for Donna at her darkest hours - when she doesn’t know who she is or overwhelmed by grief. Their relationship is a balance, they take turns being supportive, they take space when they need it and they make space when they don’t. They’re honest with each other, they call each other out when they’re wrong. They’re messy and sweet with one another. It’s about strong relationships with room for platonic hugs and forehead kisses and gently brushing hair out of someone’s face. There are missteps but they come back. It’s about allowing yourself to be vulnerable in front of someone, sharing your weaknesses without the fear of being perceived as weak. It’s a type of love that’s just as intense and deep as romance, without some of the risks but coming with a risk of it’s own, that’s devastating to lose and broken only by death. It’s about Dick still drowning in grief six weeks after she died. 

It’s about 

“Donna’s voice quavered as I remembered when we first teamed up. I could have easily fallen in love with her then. Now, years later, I knew I did love her, more than I ever could if I were only her lover.” - NTT #38

“Donna we’ve gone through so much together, and in not all that many years. Yet, I feel as if I’ve known and loved you all my life.” - NTT #50

“I’m the lucky one. I’ve known so much love and now all my loved ones are here to share my happiest day. Dick... I love you.” - NTT #50

And this

[Image ID: Dick kissing Donna on the forehead, holding her head still with his hand. Dick: “Yeah, I’ll be fine. But thanks for asking. Now I’ve gotta get a move on, if I’m going to be on time for roll call at the station.” Donna: “Be good, Dick.”]

The Titans #28

And comforting each other and nicknames like “Honey”

[Image ID: Donna hanging off Dick’s shoulder saying “Try not to beat yourself up too hard, honey. We did a lot today.” She smiles and he grimaces with half his face covered in shadows. End ID]

Titans #12

And protecting each other

[Image ID: Donna standing in front of Dick with bullets bouncing off her bracelets, Dick is crouched below her smiling. Dick: “You don’t mind handling this one, right?” Donna: “Not at all. I’ve been looking for something to hit.” End ID]

The Titans #21

And caring about each other’s lives

[Image ID: Dick drives a motorcycle onto the street and Donna sits behind him on the bike. Donna: “How’s your love life?” Dick: “Donna...” Donna: “Had any heart-to-hearts with your mentor lately?” Dick: “Donna.” Donna: “And what about sleep? Are you getting enough sleep?” Dick: “Donna!” End ID]

The Batman Chronicles #7

It’s about honesty and having hard conversations, not knowing the right words but having the right intentions, being young and inexperienced but giving the best advice you can

[Image ID: A series of panels with half of Donna’s face on either sides and in the center is a series of Dick punching and kicking a punching bag, breaking it on the final panel. Donna: “Dick, there’s absolutely no one I’m closer to in the Titans than you. I can’t let this go. I care too much. You’re driving yourself insane. You’re trying to do it al, but you can’t. I hate to let you in on this, pal -- but you’re only human. You’ve got to stop. Working with us. Working alone. With the Batman. Going to school... you’ve set yourself an impossible challenge.” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #29

It’s about growing up together

[Image ID: Dick and Donna hugging, he’s wearing his Robin leotard and she’s in costume. Donna: “I’m going to miss him, Dick. Robin’s been a large part of my life for almost as long as he was yours.” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #39

Sticking together through every event that reshapes the Titans and DC’s world, that no matter how many times their family is torn apart and reformed, they have each other

[Image ID: Donna looks sadly at Dick and him grinning back at her. Donna: “It’s going to be weird, though. Not having your best friends around you.” Dick: “You’ll have me, ya goof.” End ID]

Titans Special (2018) #1

And a hundred ways of saying “I love you.” 

[Image ID: Dick and Donna talking, in the second panel he hands her a doll and on the last panel they embrace against a golden sky. Donna: “Dick... thank you for bringing me here.” Dick: “One last thing. I have something else for you. Uncle Max insisted on fixing the doll your mother had given you.” Donna: “Oh, Dick... I... I think I’m going to cry...” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #38

#Dick Grayson #Donna Troy #sorry i had emotions tm #i just love them so much

[river-bottom-nightmare]

the thing was, damian had a plan.

it may have been a little less thought-out-birthday-schedule and a little more meticulously-wrapped-birthday-gift-with-a-handmade-bow-on-top, but it was a plan nonetheless. one he'd poured weeks into: torn-lipped love in everything from the wrapping paper and ribbon to every one of damian's delicately painted stroke upon canvas, like licking stripes of prussian green off his forearm and tasting a mouthful of pine and formaldehyde like being home.

richard deserved every second of it. he was the very definition of artful defiance and scripture and exultance, he had rubbed damian's tears away with his thumbs and told him he was worth something even if he was damaged, his name was hung up in lights in damian's mind. so yes, he deserved it, he deserved a perfect birthday.

the universe, as it seemed, did not agree. the alien invasion that called for all hands on deck turned out to be a vengeful engineer attempting to convince everyone his machines were aliens. and then, drake's team discovered the engineer was an alien himself, which played a significant role in his useless tragic backstory. by the time the man had been apprehended and locked up in a prison in the fortress of solitude, mostly everyone had dispersed. everyone else was just tired.

the titans were slumped over each other in the watchtower, uncannily resembling the puppies born recently at kent farm, while the core justice league members swept through the remaining members, checking in with everyone and tying up loose ends.

"hey. robin."

"what?" damian snapped instinctually, lowering his raised hackles at the sound of drake's voice. they were in public and he was robin—better act like a professional.

drake didn't seem the least bit offput, though. "you brought nightwing's present with you, right?"

"did i—? yes. obviously," damian said. "it's in my weapons bag. why, you forget yours?"

"ha, ha," drake rolled his eyes. "flash ran to ivrea and got a cake."

damian frowned. "red hair flash?" he doubled checked, and snorted when drake nodded. "useful. what about batman?"

"he may have brought something with him. he may be relying on penny-one to get him the present. hopefully he didn't forget."

damian knew his father hadn't forgotten. who the hell would forget? what sort of skinned-kneed, broken-wishbone of a person would forget richard's birthday?

he tilted his head at drake. "your team is still here, right?"

"yeah, why?"

"take them and use their superspeed to get a meeting room ready. i'll let father know."

"oof. we'll take the blue diamond meeting room. you've got the rough job. thanks robin," drake grinned at him.

damian scowled back. "just go get ready, red robin. i have a batman to wrangle."

it was stupid. he should have thought of the idea first, instead of loitering around and waiting to hand his present over. nightwing was social when it came to people he trusted; of course he would like a small surprise birthday, even if all it meant was cake and a couple gifts and more than a couple hugs. whatever. he had his gift and he was helping red robin plan the thing.

that was enough. (that was enough.)

slipping over to his father unnoticed was simple. waiting for him to finish talking to superman about contacting the criminal-alien's home planet was not. damian forgot, sometimes, just how much his father could talk when he was with somebody he trusted.

wonder girl—donna troy, not cassandra sandsmark—caught his eye while he was rocking back on his heels, offering him a wink. when damian raised an eyebrow back, she nodded towards nightwing lazing on her and red arrow's laps, then quickly flashed him the okay symbol where nightwing couldn't see. he sent her a thumbs up back, then twirled around to tug on batman's cape.

"we're planning a small surprise birthday party for nightwing in the blue diamond room in roughly fifteen minutes. we being us and the titans. and the justice league. hopefully. do you have your gift?"

batman stilled for a moment in surprise. "you're planning a surprise birthday party? for nightwing?" he asked softly.

"yes, father, i just said that. do you have your gift?"

batman's lips quirked up into a soft smile. "yes. i do. i'll gather the rest of the league. thank you for thinking about this."

damian clicked his tongue. "it was red robin's idea."

truth be told, he almost backed out of grabbing the gift from his bag, then almost threw out into the nearest disposal bin on his way to the blue diamond room. (a cake straight from italy and a spontaneously planned birthday by drake and whatever father, who'd known richard longer than anybody alive, had gotten. but richard had always said he loved damian's paintings, and putting his entire faith in richard's rhythm-tattoo words was something damian was far too familiar with.)

nearly everyone remaining in the watchtower was in the room when damian arrived, and he could hear the titans pulling richard along outside the door.

"seriously," nightwing was complaining, "i was comfortable. i was resting, isn't that what you all tell me to do all the goddamn time? whose brilliant idea was it to actually make us do stuff after a battle, i swear to god—"

he cut himself off as he entered the room, taking in the hastily set-up birthday decorations and the smattering of gifts on the holographic war table and the blue-frosted cake. he didn't quite gape in shock, and his eyes were covered by his mask, but damian could tell they were sparkling with surprise.

"guys—"

"happy birthday!" everyone chorused together, cheerful like a headrush, star-scrawled. damian startled, and repeated the cheer half a second too late.

"guys," richard repeated, laughing a tad incredulously. "we just fought against fake-alien-robots. you seriously want to celebrate my birthday now?"

"uh. yeah? what kind of dumb question is that?" red arrow asked, and flash tugged richard over to the cake table.

the party, if it could be called that, didn't last more than a couple hours, the graceful fatigue of a hard-won battle settling over everyone like a morning-soft fog. richard collapsed into the titans while laughing, tugged drake into a hug, gave father a rueful grin that spoke of a lighthouse sort of love. damian piped up whenever he could and savoured richard's head ruffles.

this was richard's birthday. a day to celebrate him, a day to show appreciation for—as much as failed to admit it—the most important person in his life. without richard, damian would be little more than a wiped-off blackboard leaving littered chalkdust as the only evidence he'd once been wordy and willful. richard deserved nothing less than perfect from everyone, so maybe damian would just—

"is that for me?" richard asked, sliding into the seat next to him. his curls were bouncing looser than usual and there was a smear of frosting on his nose, superman's fault. there was a wrapped bandage over his left arm covering a nasty gash and a butterfly bandage over a cut on his forehead and the flick of his lashes seemed weighed down with exhaustion and yet he seemed—content.

"yes," damian said. "i made it myself."

richard's grin brightens and he holds his arm out. not even a spontaneous, synchronized outbreak of flying squirrels dancing outside the watchtower window could stop damian from leaning into it.

"then i already know i'm going to love it," richard said. "thank you, robin."

"thank you," damian said, and watched as dick opened his present.

--

i am,,,,,,,,exhausted and running on absolute empty but i had to write something for my absolute favourite character, i had to. so have this self-indulgent mess

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[battymommastuff]

Training

Titans x Amazonian!Batmom

Prompt: Batmom is from Themyscira, and she stops by the tower to assist the Titan's in training.

Your presence was very intimidating. You weren't doing anything, but standing in the room with your sons and the rest of the Titans. You were from Themyscira, and sister to Wonder Woman. She joined the league to be a hero, but you opted for a more normal life. You didn't get it being married to Bruce Wayne, but you loved it still.

You arrived to the tower per request from your son, and Donna Troy to train the younger members. As soon as your foot touched the floor of the tower you were nearly tackled by Dick, who was excited to see you. Jason remained a distance away trying to look tough in front of the older members, but couldn't help but run to you for a hug.

Donna ran down the hallway squealing softly and launched herself into your arms. You laugh softly hugging her back then rested a hand on her cheek, "You're getting stronger little warrior." You praise then wink at her. Donna smiled proudly before moving so you could meet the younger members. You tilted your head studying them then made your way to the training room.

You picked up a sword twirling it in your hand to get familiar with it then grin looking at the children, "Lesson one, beat me." You instruct then get into a fighting stance. The older members had big grins on their faces while watching their younger members think on how to attack.

Rachel went first picking up a stick and trying to trip you. She swung the stick down towards your knees, but you blocked it with the sword then pushed up making her lose her balance. She stumbled back giving you the opening to hold the tip of the sword to her neck," You're dead." You say then duck when you feel a presence behind you. Your second oldest decided to try and catch you by surprise. You tossed the sword to the side then grabbed his ankle and his wrist flipping him onto his back.

"Ow! Fuck! Missed you too Mom." He groans sarcastically while glaring at you. You roll your eyes then place a kiss on his cheek which he accepted with a slight pout. Gar blinked quickly then looked at Dick who gestured for him to make a move.

"Dick, I chose life." He protests then looks over at you once more. Your hands were behind your back and then you brought them forward holding twin Sai. His eyes widened then he lets out a breath bouncing from one foot to the other. He ran forward going for unarmed attacks. He dodged the Sai perfectly making you very impressed even managing to disarm you and kept going until he hand you pinned to a wall, "Gotcha Mrs. Wayne!"

Your smirk made him whimper a bit then with one harsh tug he was hanging upside down, "Lesson Two, Always be aware of your surroundings." You tease then let him go. You toss Donna her lasso then help each of the younger members back to their feet. You winced seeing all three of them rubbing areas that were in pain then look to you oldest son who was wincing along with you.

"Lesson Three, Batmom realizes how strong she is."

"Hank!"

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