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too-much-tma-stuff · 10 months

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As Weak as You are Strong

Part 2 of Mutually Assured Disaster, as usual this isn’t edited so if you see any errors let me know!

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Training Danny did not go the way that Hood had expected it too. First off it started way sooner then he had expected or wanted, he had wanted Danny to rest and fully heal before they started anything, maybe settle in fully to Gotham. But by the end of the first week he had realized that keeping the boy still was a fucking impossible task, he was so fucking restless! Jason attempted it for another four days before realizing that he had to give Danny something controlled and safe to do before sitting still drove him crazy and he did something stupid.

The easiest way to do that just then was to start training Danny, he was able to put it off a few more days by telling Danny he wouldn’t start training until he was signed up for school because the teen didn’t want to go back to school. But it was only a couple days before he seemed to decide that even school would be better then nothing.

Danny accepted being given a new identity, Danny Nightingale and let Hood forge paperwork to have legal guardianship and then enroll him in a decent school. Though he wouldn’t be starting till next semester to give him a chance to settle in to his new home. Jason wasn’t entirely sure when he’d decided Danny belonged with him, but he had, and was looking into bigger apartments for him and his new ward. After all it was official now.

“Okay the first step will be for you to show me what you can do to get a baseline, so we’ll go to gym I usually use after breakfast,” Jason finally said one morning as pulled a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Usually he cooked breakfast for them but it was a bad idea to eat to heavily before a work out, he’d take Danny out for lunch afterwards instead.

He heard Danny pause from where he was digging around in the cupboard grumbling about how healthy Jason’s cereal options were, as if he wasn’t the one who’d already eaten the box of sugary shit Tim had left here. The silence went on for too long and Jason scowled, turning to put the milk down on the counter and stare ad Danny hard.

“What’s the issue Wisp?” Jason asked sounding more annoyed then he actually was.

“Well, it’s just, I’m really strong and I have, like, a lot of powers? A Lot, I don’t even remember all of them half the time! I think it might be better of we leave town for me to show you? Like, if you want to see my most powerful ability that’s my Ghostly Wail, which is a pretty powerful sonic thing I don’t have great control of and I’m worried if I tried to do it inside I might bring down the building.” Danny rambled as casually as he could while he went back to digging for cereal and brought them over to the table.

Jason blinked as he processed that and then nodded slowly. “Okay, we haven’t talked about this much, what powers do you have?”

“Well, the sonic scream I mentioned, super strength, flight, intangibility, I can make and control ice, I have enhanced senses, I can shock people though that’s a hands on attack… Oh, I can sort of hypnotize people, I can possess people as well but I don’t like doing it… I can shape shift a bit though I’m not very good at it yet.” Danny said, counting them out on his fingers and looking a bit unsure as if he might have forgotten some.

“Damn Spooks what Can’t you do?” Jason asked, making light of how genuinely shocking Danny’s power level was.

“I think eventually I’ll learn how to shoot lasers.. Oh! I forgot my ecto beams! I can shoot ecto from my hands with some force, it’s corrosive to humans. And I can’t duplicate yet, the one older member of my species I met could so I assume I’ll learn eventually? I’m not really in a rush to learn though, I already kind of scare myself,” Danny admitted, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Alright, can you show me everything accept the wail inside?” Jason asked tapping his fingers absently against the table, before Danny shoved the box of cereal across the table to him and he remembered they were supposed to be eating.

“I think so, as long as I’m careful. But if I break anything you’re paying for it,” Danny joked around a mouthful of cereal, pointing his spoon at Jason.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jason said automatically, forcing himself to power through the realization he was fucking parenting this kid. “If I have to pay for anything you’re grounded.”

“You can’t ground me, you’re not my dad,” Danny shot back with an exaggerated pout, at least his mouth wasn’t full this time.

“So you’re not living under my roof, eating all my food, and asking me to train you?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrows, Danny stayed silent, pouting and poking at his cereal, steering the last few bits around the bowl. “If you have so little control of your power that you would break something you might seriously hurt a human in the field even if they don’t deserve it, and we don’t want that so if you break anything you’ll be grounded and it’ll be longer before you get into the field. Until we’re both confident in your control,” Jason explained firmly, he watched Danny consider that then deflate and nod.

“Fine,” He mumbled, drinking his cereal milk and bringing his bowl to the sink, washing it quickly.

Jason let it go, he knew Danny didn’t want to hurt anyone, he was a good kid, he was just disappointed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a shit attitude when he was Danny’s age as well. Jason finished his breakfast quickly, cleaning up before he grabbed the keys to his bike. “Alright let’s get to the gym, I already made sure it would be kept empty for the morning, so no one will see what we do.” He had been going to this place for ages and no one had found out he was Red Hood after all, in Gotham businesses that catered to vigilantes and rogues were deeply valued.

Danny nodded and grabbed the helmet Jason had bought for him in the first couple days. He left the apartment and went down the stairs ahead of Jason as he locked up. Danny bounded down, jumping a flight of stairs at the time and waiting on the landing for Jason to catch up before leaping down the next one. Jason didn’t understand why he was doing but he had learned gravity didn’t affect Danny the same way as most people did so jumping that way wouldn’t hurt the kid. And if it made him happy Jason didn’t give a shit, he just hurried to keep up.

Danny sat on the back of Jason’s bike, making him think about how he should really look into getting a sidecar or something, even though Danny seemed to enjoy riding on the back. Actually, it was the first time Jason was genuinely considering switching to a car for regular use, that would be safer right? And what if Danny wanted to have a friend over once he started school? Jason couldn’t bring both Danny And a friend home like this. Ya, he should definitely get a car.

God fucking damn it, he was a dad.

They reached the gym no problem and Jason lead the way this time, Danny hanging back just a little, clearly nervous. Jason marched on ahead, leading by example that there was nothing to be afraid of, and Danny hurried to keep up. There were a few people there still there so Jason whistled loudly and reminded the room at large the gym was privately booked out for the next couple hours and it was time to clear out. There was some grumbling but everyone went, it wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened.

“Okay the first thing is a test of strength, help me move all this shit out of the way,” Jason said, he was joking really but Danny didn’t seem to notice. He nodded firmly and went and grabbed one of the pieces of exercise equipment, lifting it and all the weights attached with no trouble at all. Jason had to pause to process that, watching as Danny moved it off to the side. “How much exactly can you lift?”

“I don’t know, I lifted a bus once and it wasn’t to hard,” Danny told Jason casually, as if that was fucking normal! Jason really had his work cut out for him with this kid. He sighed at Danny and then went to grab some targets since Danny had mentioned some sort of blast.

“Alright now that we have a clear patch show me what else you can do,” Jason said once he’d set up the targets. Danny nodded with a determined set to his jaw and in a flash of light that made Jason blink Danny had changed, his hair turning white and his eyes a green that would have made Jason’s stomach turn if he wasn’t already half used to Danny’s eyes flashing that colour randomly.

Over the next hour he watched as Danny blasted the targets with green beams that seemed to melt through what they hit and then eat through the rest, shock, freeze, and fight. When Jason told him to hit a punching bag as hard as he could Danny fucking broke it! The chain snapped and the bag flew across the room.

“I’m so sorry!” Danny yelped as soon as he realized what he’d done, before Jason had fully processed it. “You told me to hit as hard as I could! I should have known to hold back a bit but-“ Danny cut off on his justifications, ducking his head and biting his lip.

Jason took a deep breath, watching the sand that spilled from the split in the punching bag and trying not to think about what that force could do to a human body. “It’s alright, I did say to hit it as hard as you could. Now I need to see if you can punch just hard enough to drop a person without hurting them badly,” he said, ushering Danny over to a bag that wasn’t broken. He wanted to spar with Danny but he needed to make sure it wasn’t overly dangerous to his health first.

“I can do it in my human form,” Danny offered, eager to be helpful. “I have some access to my powers when I am but they’re much weaker when I am so it might be safer.”

“Safer for others but what about for you? You’re more vulnerable when you’re in your human form right?” Jason demanded and Danny winced, nodding reluctantly. “Alright then we’re going to work on you being able to control and restrain your strength in this form. You should be able to do that anyway, pulling a punch takes just as much strength as following it through and the control is even more impressive.”

“This is going to take forever,” Danny groaned.

“Well then we’d better get started then shouldn’t we?” Jason said, repressing his smile in case Danny thought he was making fun of him.

Danny groaned dramatically again, wallowing but only for a moment before the determined set to his jaw returned and he nodded. “Good, do you think you can spar with me without throwing me into a wall?” Jason joked, Danny wouldn’t want to hurt Jason so it really was the best way to help him practice.

Danny barked a startled laugh and grinned. “Oh ya! Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you~” Danny teased making Jason laugh in return, the kid really liked to banter.

“Don’t hold back to much, I’m plenty strong,” Jason shot back as he lead the way to the mat. “After this though I’m taking you to the shooting range. A gun with rubber bullets will be a good way for you to have a ranged attack without shooting fucking acid, and it’s a lot gentler then you can hit. The last thing we need is for you to get worked up or spooked in the field and really hurting someone by accident.”

“Turns out I’m not a gun, I’m much, much worse,” Danny joked and Jason rolled his eyes at the movie reference.

He dropped into a fighting stance once he reached the mat. “I’m on the attack now, I just want you to show me how well you can dodge and block Without using your powers.” Once he had Danny’s confirmation and the younger man was in his stance Jason lunged without a count in.

Danny wasn’t bad for someone who didn’t have any actual training, he was quick and his reflexes were good but he was clearly used to relying more heavily on his powers and took a couple pretty hard hits. Just as importantly though he took those hits, stumbled, recovered, and kept going. They could never avoid every hit, being able to keep going in spite of it was a crucial skill in this line of work.

Jason pushed it until he could see Danny starting to get frustrated so Jason had a good measure of both his abilities and his capacity and then backed off. “Alright we need to work on that, and your patience,” Jason said as he left the mat for a moment to grab their water bottles.

“Why?” Danny asked, maybe a little petulantly, he was eager to get out on patrol and he had always been able to rely on his powers before. Still Jason chose to answer the question in good faith.

“What if your attacked as a civilian and need to hide your powers? What if some day you’re up against something who Can actually hurt and hit you? They obviously exist given how you found me. What if some day you lose your abilities?” Jason pointed out. “Your life is the most important thing so if you have to use them so be it but we need to make sure you can handle yourself decently without them.” He handed Danny his water bottle and they both drank while Danny processed and valiantly attempted not to sulk, he was still a teenager after all and a bit immature.

“As for your patience, you don’t have anger issues like mine but if you lost your temper you could do a lot more damage.” Jason noted the way that made Danny flinch, he’s ask about that later.

“Alright now your turn to attack, show me how you fight without those powers of yours. You can turn back now if you want to, though I think you should patrol in this form so you should learn to control your strength like this. It’ll help keep your identity secret too. Though if the people in this city haven’t figured out who Nightwing is their obviously fucking idiots,” Jason told Danny as he put down his bottle and returned to the mat.

“I don’t have a lot of practice fighting humans, just other ghosts, so until I get a better feel for that I think I’d rather spar as a human as well. I mean, I’m still strong like this,” the same flash of white light around Danny and he once again had black hair and blue eyes. “But not as strong so it’ll be a good way to ease into it right?”

“Sure that makes sense, come on,” Jason said beckoning for Danny to come at him. Which he did, sloppily. He was fast, but he was untrained, his strikes were wide and telegraphed, Jason dodged and grabbed Danny’s arm, flipping him and putting his back on the ground before letting him up. Danny stood up again, looking a little more wary this time, he took a moment to consider Jason before attacking again, his attacks a little more considered and precise, but still pretty damn obvious.

Jason blocked and dodged mostly, letting Danny land at least one hit to see how hard it would be, he pulled it pretty well actually, it might leave a bit of a bruise but it didn’t even knock Jason over. Jason took Danny’s moment of triumph for landing a hit as an opening to put Danny on the ground again with a chuckle, he had to keep the kid humble after all right? He offered Danny his hand to help the boy up giving him a warm smile.

“Alright, not bad but there’s a lot you could learn. I think we’ve got a good baseline of what your capable of, and I’ll start training you in MMA and other fighting styles tomorrow, and shooting lessons this afternoon. First lunch, what do you want to eat?”

#jason todd #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #Danny never learned to fight like a human #humans are very squishy #op danny phantom #red hood #This is not my best work but I still think it's funny #fanfiction #unedited

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calumsargwife · 5 months

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'i told them about you.'

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: for the first time in a while, Calum tells his friends about you

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of drinking or smoking. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.9k

note: hey! i know this took a while but here it is! i hope you guys like it. question: do you think i should also write for other people? maybe characters from movies or smth. tell me your thoughts!

"So, how's this new girl going?" Luke asked with his second drink of the night in hand.

As they normally do, the boys had gotten together today to hang out, to see each other in another context other than work (as if they didn't see each other every day already).

They had dinner and were now having some drinks prepared by Ashton, who had 'accidentally' made the drinks a little stronger than normal.

"Yeah, you haven't told us anything about her." Michael added as he sat in one of the single chairs.

Calum sighed as he took a drag on his cigarette and sat down in the large armchair in the living room, trying to hold back a smile as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

"What's that smile for, uh?" Ashton teased and pinched Calum's arm, also with one drink on the other hand.

"Don't know..." Calum modestly answered.

"Aw, c'mon. Just tell us something!" Michael insisted.

"How long have you been dating already?" Luke questioned as he smiled mischievously at the other two boys.

Ok, the truth is, you two weren't dating, you were still just getting to know each other and the boys knew it, they just liked watching Calum get all red.

"Two months." Calum answered shortly as he diverted his gaze towards the large window, which gave the view of of the tall illuminated buildings; the suppressed smile on his lips made his cheeks hurt. He remembered that surely you would love to have one of these windows, you liked to have a great view of the entire city.

"And...?" Ashton pressed.

Calum took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke and sighed to give the long-awaited response to his friends. "Wrote a song about her."

There was a moment of silence as everyone processed what was said until Ashton spoke again. "There's no fucking way." He spoke in disbelief while he leaned his back on the chair in surprise.

"A song?" Michael asked you. "About this girl?" The boy turned his head to look at his friends with wide eyes. "You've never done anything like this so quickly."

They weren't wrong. Calum was normally one to have casual relationships, he said he was in a moment in which he couldn't focus on a completely exclusive relationship with so much commitment. I mean, he and the guys were at the peak of their career now, they were recording an album, doing a lot of interviews, maybe they were going on tour and... well, he just didn't have the time.

So it's obvious that his friends are confused. Calum was quite strict about the rule of not dating for a long time.

"What changed?" Luke asked, who was now analyzing his friend a little more.

"Her." Calum responded immediately without taking his eyes off the window. "She changed everything." He said now taking his eyes off the window and looking directly at the group. "She broke every rule that I could have ever set for myself."

Calum finished his cigarette and placed it in the ashtray on the living room table. "So, I wrote her a song."

"Damn."

"I know." Calum sentenced with a smile while he rubbed his hands and played with one of his rings, the one you gave him for his recent birthday. A birthday that the boys assumed had ended early because of you. "I just really like her, you know?" Calum raised his head to look at his friends. "I know it sounds crazy but..." he tried to explain himself.

"No, it's alright... I get it, really." Luke interrupted him. Calum quickly turned his eyes to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, man." Luke answered with a smile and looked at his friend tenderly. "Maybe you're falling in love, who knows." He teased.

The boys laughed at the joke. Calum laughed lightly and looked out the window again, instantly thinking of you. Luke's joke resonated in his head, maybe it wasn't that crazy.

That night While Calum was telling the boys about you, that same night, they spent the night over together at Michael's and Calum was the first to wake up and leave. He didn't say anything but he was walking frantically around the house while he picked up his things and had breakfast with his friends, who were very relaxed sitting in their chairs while looking at Calum with an amused expression.

Once in his car, Calum began to reflect. He had to pick you up at your house in exactly twenty minutes to go have lunch together at his house.

He knew he had changed, he knew he was different and that things were different with you. And he didn't see it as a bad thing, really. Because for the first time, he was taking his time to do things the right way. He wanted to know you well before making things official, he wanted to know you deeply.

Calum was enjoying this little secret situation of getting to know each other. He liked that no one knows what's happening and that it is something that only he can witness. He was fascinated by the feeling of privacy and that no one could steal those moments, they were his and his alone. So, telling his friends about you was a big step for him.

Calum liked you a lot, so he couldn't contain his smile as he turned the corner of your house while simultaneously trying to remember that spice you like so much in salads, he wanted to have it mentally written down.

His smile widened when he saw you standing waiting at the door of your house. He got out of the car and came out to greet you with open arms.

"Hello there, beautiful." He greeted as he eagerly brought his lips to yours without waiting for any response from you.

You giggled before connecting your lips to Calum's. "Hey..." You received another kiss from him on your cheek. "I missed you."

"Me too." Calum had recently started to admit that he missed you when you weren't together. You couldn't deny that you liked the feeling of him missing you. It warms your heart a little every time he says it.

Calum at first was... complicated, to say the least. You really had a lot of patience and trust in the process because this guy wasn't easy. He was very closed to the idea of being in a relationship again or even trying to be in one. It took a while for him to really open up fully, you knew who he was before you started dating and Calum was careful about it. He thought that at first he couldn't trust you, but oh how wrong he was.

You were the most fantastic person Calum had met in recent years: completely honest and spontaneous, you were really patient with him, you never rushed him or pressured him into anything.

Maybe it sounds like you chased him around but the reality is that it was Calum who asked you out (as contradictory as it may sound) after having seen you several times in the same places as him, he developed a crush on you the moment he saw you.

So being here now, opening his car door for you to go to his house, makes it seem like everything was really worth it.

"Have you made any progress on that song you told me about?" You asked after the trip started, your hands intertwined, you felt Calum's finger lightly caress your hand. You definitely didn't know that Calum had written you a song.

Calum smiled to himself as you remembered what he told you, something he was excited about. "A little bit yes, we've been with the boys defining the chords a little so then moving on to polishing the lyrics a little more."

"Sounds fun." You answered him while with a sweet smile observing the panorama through the window.

Calum looked at your profile for a bit and sighed discreetly.

"And how are you doing with your thesis?" He asked you now. "Have you been able to find out anything else or...?"

You laughed a little before answering. "It's not a thesis, it's a research." You gave him a tender caress on the cheek when you saw that he didn't remember the difference. Calum did know the difference, he just likes to play dumb with you so he can see you explaining the same thing to him for the fifth time. "But it's going well, we changed the methodology so it's giving us better results."

The small, casual conversation continued throughout the remainder of the trip. Once they arrived, you didn't wait for Calum to open the door for you before rushing to his house, eager to see his little dog, Duke.

"Why do you seem more excited to see my dog than me?" He asked with an amused smile as he reached your side at the door.

"Because I am." You answered without looking him.

"Rude." Calum answered as he pretended to be offended.

You giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Once the door opened, Duke instantly jumped onto your lap. While you were busy greeting the dog, Calum went to the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

Minutes later you joined him and you began cooking a simple but delicious lunch: a classic pasta. Calum was fascinated, he'd never tell you but deep inside he was completely giggling and kicking his feet. Everything came so naturally to the two of you, nothing was forced and you functioned as if you had known each other your whole life.

After a while, the two were eating in Calum's dining room. You made casual small talk, mostly in silence as you enjoyed the food. Calum savored this moment and tried to imprint moments of this tranquility into his brain.

"You know..." He began as he took a sip of his drink. "The guys..."

"Your bandmates?" You finished his sentence.

He nodded. "I told them about you."

Now you were in shock.

He told his best friends?

He told them about you?

You did know that they knew Calum was seeing someone. But that he told them specifically about you.

Wow.

Now that was a big step. Especially for Calum. You knew how much his bandmates meant to him, how much he trusted them. You also knew how Calum hadn't been in anything serious with anyone for quite some time, so it was probably a surprise to them as well.

You swallowed nervously. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, and they were happy for me." He answered you with a sweet smile as he blushed a little and looked down at his plate.

"Well, I'm happy for you too." You told him with your most honest smile as you took his hand across the table and gave it a light caress.

"They want to meet you..." Calum told you, a little nervous that you would say no. "And I want you to meet them too, honestly."

"Seriously?" You tried to contain your surprise. It wasn't a secret that you were also a fan of the guys's music, so you felt the pressure.

Calum nodded with a smile and looked into your eyes again. You saw hope in them, he didn't want you to say no. "Then I would love to, it would be an honor, really."

Calum smiled happily and pulled your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting at the table. He smiled and sat you on his lap. "Thank you, it means the world to me." He told you with a genuine smile while with one hand he caressed your waist and his other hand cupped your face and brought you close for a sweet kiss.

As you shared that kiss, Calum couldn't help but feel a great emotion inside of him, for the first time in a long time, he had a good feeling about this.

#5sos blurb #5sos fic #5sos x reader #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum blurb #calum hood #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum imagine

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httpdabi · 1 year

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Ecstasy

Genre: Smut, best friends (of course lol)

Summary: Your best friend is local bend‘s guitarists, subtly showing you on the stage that the two of you should fuck.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ ( minors DNI!!!!!!), creampie, unprotected, praising, little bit choking, MASK KINK!!!, semi public. Dom!Dabi

Saw a video of a Ghost member doing crazy shit on the stage and had to write this 🥲

,, Yeah, I know, I didn’t forget to pick it up mom‘‘ you muttered, nodding your head like your mother could see you. Placing the phone a bit away from your ear, you hoped that she‘ll be done with the nagging soon, so you could finally move on with your day. Doesn’t matter how many times you already told her that you didn‘t forget about the package she sent, she still had something to say.

,, You know, next time just pay a bit more so you can follow the location of the package. You and your trust issues, I swear‘‘ You sighed, before the convo was done.

Thankfully.

Putting your phone inside your pocket, you slowly made your way home, dragging your feet lazily across the wett sidewalk. After the overheated days that hit your city, you found yourself missing the rain. Since you were already out, you decided to go buy some grocery’s, since you didn’t have much time to buy anything these days.

After all, you needed some snacks too for the movie you were planing to watch. Cheetos, nachos and so on. Anything is fine.

Once the sun was completely gone, you made yourself a hot cocoa, and cuddled yourself in your favourite blanket before you found the new Orphan movie.

The first part was one of your favourite movies, so you were really hoping that the new one won‘t disappoint you, and so far it was good in your opinion. You were more then curious about stuff that was going on. Snacking on the chips as you waited excitedly for the next thing to happen.

Just when you found out about the plot twist, a loud sound of the doorbell echoed in your apartment. Pausing the movie, you made your way toward the door. There was no need for you to ask who it was, since only one person would pay you a visit without any announcements.

,, Hi doll‘‘your best friend greeted you, hood covering his white hair. Only a smirk formed on his face visible to you. Inviting himself in, Touya took your place on the couch. Placing his hands above his head, he raised his brow at the paused scene on your Television.

,, Of course you’re watching this shit alone‘‘ he chuckled, making some space on the couch for you as he invited you into his embrace.

There was nothing that you loved more than spending time with your best friend. Watching movies with him or just simply being with him. Times like that made you calm, and simply happy.

,, Want me to start from the beginning ?‘‘ You asked, making yourself comfortable.

,, Nah, I‘ll catch up‘‘ he answered, caressing the back of your neck slowly.

The focus you once had was long gone, since he was caressing you the whole time. Not that you were complaining, you loved it and Touya is the only person willing to do it.

,, You asleep doll?‘‘ Touya asked, as he turned the Television off. Shaking your head slowly, you hummed a small no.

,, Are you coming tomorrow to the Tamaris? We‘ll be playing some new covers‘‘ Touya said quietly, like he was scared to wake you up, even tho you were already awake.

,, Which covers ?‘‘ you asked back, burying your face into his chest as he played with your hair.

,, Tek it, Cigarette Daydreams, Sex drugs etc, and so on‘‘ he said quietly, not stopping his movements. Sometimes you asked yourself how the fuck doesn’t he get tired.

,, Of course I‘m coming‘‘ you whispered, closing your eyes as you inhaled the scent of his perfume. ,, Wouldn‘t miss it for anything‘‘ you added.

,, That’s my good girl‘‘ Touya said, smile forming on his lips.

In short time your eyes started to feel heavy, giving you a sign it was time to drift into the sleep. Even tho your bed didn’t have much space for two people, the two of you fit in perfectly fine, and having him so close to you, you knew that you‘ll sleep just fine.

,, What are you going to wear tonight ?‘‘ Nejire asked, playing with the ice inside the glass., before she took the sip of her coffee.

,, I have no idea, gotta see what’s hiding inside my closet‘‘ you answered, rubbing your eyes slowly. You loved how Nejire gets so excited every time Ecstasy is performing. Actually, lots of people were like that.

You understand why, it was something interesting happening for once in a while. Most of the people, or better to say girls, were coming to see the masked band, curious who‘s hiding behind the almost spooky masks. You didn‘t blame them at all tho, you would feel the same probably, but you already knew who the lead guitarist is.

How couldn‘t you know ? That guitarists shares with you all the songs they prepare. Touya didn‘t and couldn‘t hide that from you even if he wanted. Well what else could he even tell you once you found various Ghostface masks inside his room. Original one, silver one, red one with horns and what not.

,, I can‘t wait to see Myers one beating those drums‘‘ Nejire smiled. You were thinking about asking Touya who that is, but how could you explain to her how you found out ? The band was extremely popular in the city, and you were sure, if Nejire found out, everyone else will.

You love her, you really do, but she loves to talk.

Looking at the mirror, you heard Nejire humming some melody in your living room as you did your makeup. You weren’t sure if you got nervous because you‘ll see Touya on the stage, or because of the fact that rest of the club will probably simp for your best friend.

It took you some time to find something to wear. Unsure, you took the white oversized button up shirt, which was big enough to make it look like a dress on you. You put your golden earrings, before you wore your dr martens boots.

The fit was really simple, but you felt good in it, and Nejire‘s compliments helped you boost up your confidence. She also looked good, as always. Her hair was up, showing her pretty face perfectly.

Since the club was near your apartment, the two of you decided to take a walk instead of driving. That way both of you could drink a bit if you decide to.

,, Oh my god, look at Yui there.‘‘ Nejire mumbled, hitting you with her elbow lightly. Your eyes widened once you saw what that girl wore.

Both you and Nejire weren‘t really the type to put someone down or even laug, but Yui was the only exception since she did much worse things to Nejire in the past.

,, She looks awful‘‘ Nejire commented.

,, Yeah, worse then usual‘‘ You tried not to make a face, as the two of you made your way inside the club ignoring Yui and some other guy kissing.

,, Is he trying to swallow her ?‘‘ you whispered to Nejire, making her laugh.

It took you few minutes to find Keigo and Mirio. Of course they got the table super near the stage, Keigo would never settle for less.

The 4 of you started drinking before the rest of your friends arrived. It wasn‘t a plan to drink so much, but Malibu with cherry juice was your weakness. The taste was perfect in your opinion, and it was hard to stop once you start with it.

Keigo was telling you something, which was hard to hear since the music was loud, but you just kept nodding your head as you completely understood him. Deciding to ignore him for a bit, since you felt your phone buzz inside your pocket.

From D4B1: having fun ?

You were about to answer the short message, but another one popped up. A photo of him, wearing all black and his Ghostface mask.

To D4B1: you‘re looking way too hot

You texted fast, not thinking twice.

To D4B1: don‘t make me too jealous, yeah?

Once again Keigo was yelling about something, forcing you to put the phone away and enjoy the night with them. And you did exactly what he wanted since Ecstasy appeared on the stage anyway.

Four of them, Myers on the drums, Jason holding the mic, Ghostface nodding his head as his friend was greeting everyone and Leatherface preparing his guitar.

It didn‘t take them too long to start with the music, and the moment they did , everyone started going crazy. It felt like they had a literal fanbase in the club.

Song after song, and drink after drink you decided to sit and rest from all the dancing. Taking your time to pay attention to your best friend.

You couldn‘t help but smile as you saw him interact with the public in his own way, making the girls scream and put their hands up in hope they‘ll be the one to get his plectrum. Not even realising, the smile you had on your face was long gone.

he never gave it to anyone, yet just the thought of it upset you.

Shaking your head a bit, you noticed that he was facing you. Waving his hand a little at you.

You weren‘t sure how to react. Wave back? Nod your head ? Taking your drink, you gave him a small nod before you took a sip, eyes still on him.

Touya pointed at himself, giving you the same nod. Tilting your head, you almost got confused for a second. Pointing his finger at you, he nodded again. Slowly tilting his head to the left, he pointed at you again, as he relaxed his hand a bit, before he pushed his middle finger up. Moving up and down repeatedly, copying the literal act of fingering someone.

Blush was spreading across your face, as you looked around to see if some of your friends noticed that the Ghostface was paying you little too much attention. You could feel his eyes burning on your skin through that mask, making you look at him again. And without stopping his dirty movement, he just nodded his head again, before he started playing the instrument again.

What the actual fuck.

Billion small questions were inside your mind.

You always had those small feelings for Touya, but yet you always suppressed them for the shake of your friendship.

Well at that moment, all those feelings were exploding like a fireworks inside of you.

Since Keigo ordered you a new drink, you decided to finish the one in your hand. You could feel Keigo‘s arm around your shoulder, but your eyes couldn‘t leave Touya.

The way he was moving there, everything about him was suddenly unbearably attractive. Like he could sense your eyes on him, Touya made his way toward the part where your table was.

Banding down a little, his mask was facing you once again. Not giving a shit that your friends were around, hyping him up. Nodding again, he placed his left arm behind his back. His right hand was on the strings, moving his hand as he was playing it. You weren‘t sure if your friends were too drunk to notice, but he was moving his hand extremely fast, only his middle finger touching the strings of his guitar.

Once you realised that once again he had something else in his mind, imitating the way of rubbing a clit, your eyes widened. And once he was sure you understood him, he nodded his head again, not stopping his movement at all.

The blush spread over your face faster than ever, and you found yourself thankful for the decision to drink, since your friends won’t question the redness covering your face.

After that interaction with Touya, your friends simply continued with the night and the crazy party, yet you were stuck in the moment, not being able to push the image of masked Touya and what he did at the stage.

It took you at least an hour to come to yourself, you drank few more drinks as you enjoyed the night with your friends. Of course that didn’t mean that Touya was done there. Nope, he was coming back every now and then, interacting with you in any way he could.

and once they were done, at your surprise he came to you and gave you his plectrum. A huge smile formed on your face when you took it from his gloved hand.

Nejire started jumping around excitedly before she gave you another drink. You could feel the stares of all the jealous girls, yet you didn’t mind it at all.

Even tho the band left the stage, the club was still full. The night just started and the atmosphere was too good just to leave.

The moment you felt your phone buzzing, you grabbed it immediately, knowing very well that its Touya who’s texting you.

From D4B1: ,, Got a cigarette for me doll ?‘‘

To D4B1: ,, Of course, but I‘m not sure how to give it to you tho ?‘‘

From D4B1: ,, Come to the stars in the hallway, near the toilets. I’ll wait for you upstairs.‘‘

After that message, you told Nejire how you‘ll go smoke one, hoping none of your friends will try to tag along. Being a good friend, she asked if she should come with you, but she didn’t push it once you said you’ll be fine and how you’ll come back fast.

You weren’t sure how to act, maybe it was because of all the alcohol in your system, but you felt like you were so suspicious to everyone. Looking around, you made your way upstairs.

Once you reached the middle, you jumped a bit once you saw Touya standing there with his mask on, laughing slightly at your reaction. Grabbing your wrist, he pushed you closer to him, placing his arms around your hips.

Not thinking twice, you placed your hands around his neck, smiling like you were high.

,, It was so gooooood‘‘ you said, almost screaming, hoping he can hear since the music was super loud.

,, Did you like it ?‘‘ Touya asked, rubbing your hips slowly. The moment he asked u that, you had a flashbacks of him abusing his guitar.

,, Yes, the atmosphere was really nice‘‘ you said acting dumb, not realising that the blush on your cheeks was selling you off.

,, So my girl liked the performance ?‘‘ he asked again, moving his hands to your butt slowly. His face was too close to yours, only mask being between the two of you. And even tho he still had a mask on, you could smell his breath, mix of cigarettes, alcohol and a mint gum.

Not being able to answer, you slowly nodded your head. Instead of saying anything, Touya took your hand, leading you upstairs towards the balcony, which you assumed was private one since no one was there.

In fact, the whole first floor was empty.

The moment he stepped inside some room, he took his mask off and threw it on the bed, before he opened the balcony. Stepping outside and sitting down on the bench as he took a deep breath of fresh air. Tilting his head toward your direction, he smiled when you gave him a cigarette.

The two of you enjoyed each other’s company. Listening to the loud music and screams, you finished smoking there.

,, Come here‘‘ Touya commanded, tapping on his lap. It wasn‘t a first time you sat on his lap, so without thinking much about it you did as he told you.

,, So, did you like it ?‘‘ Touya asked again, face way too close to your own.

,, I told you, it was amazing‘‘ you said fast, hoping he will buy your shit.

,, Don‘t act all dumb doll‘‘ he smirked, rubbing small circles under your dress. It was almost funny to you how a simple touch and few words could make you so lost. Almost hilarious how you’re the person who can always speak up their mind, yet sitting on your best friends lap, his hands holding your waist as he is looking down on you made you the most quiet person ever.

It took him all of his power to control himself. You were simply too cute, sitting there all lost, not expecting him to mention the silly act he did back on the stage. Instead of giving you some time to answer him, he placed his hands on your face, pulling you closer a bit.

He did give you a second there to pull back, smile forming on his face as you closed your eyes, waiting for him to make a move. And that was really enough for him, pulling your face foreword and connecting your lips together.

Two pecks were all that happened, before the kiss turned into a french one.

Touya grabbed your waist, standing up with you in his hands. The kiss was hella messy, yet it was so beautiful. His hands sink on your ass, squeezing it sharply as he made his way back to the room that was connected with the balcony.

,, Doll, I hope you want this as much as i do‘‘ Touya breathe out, managing to say it in between the kisses.

,, I want it more than you do‘‘ You half said half whispered. That was all he wanted to hear, even more. Sitting down on the bed, his hands squeezed your ass again, the left hand rising slightly to slap down. To say it didn‘t hurt would be a lie, but it was more as an unexpected pain.

There was something so inherently erotic about the way he held you and looked at you, about the way his fingers soothed circles into the same skin he slapped few seconds ago.

Hiding your face into his neck, you had the sudden urge to kiss him just below his earlobe, to swipe his white ear to the side and place your lips against his throat. And you do so, licking his soft skin temptingly. Groaning loudly, Touya switched the position, forcing you to lay down on the bed.

His eyes were scanning your face, lids half lowered as he admired how you look underneath him.

Touya took his time playing with you, rolling his tongue over your hips, snapping his teeth against your skin, biting all over again. He was working his way down exactly where you wanted him to be. One hand holding your hips, and other one playing with your underwear.

Your flesh was on fire, pulse racing so fast you were sure he could feel it through your skin. A loud moan escaped your lips as his tongue rolled against your clit. He didn‘t waste his time at all, he had to taste you.

Since you were moving too much, he wrapped his hands around your hips, working to constrict your movements, limiting your motion. You could feel his lips curling into a grin as you gave into his touch.

You were lost in his mouth, whining loudly not thinking about the fact that you were in a unfamiliar place and god knows if the door was even locked.

But how could you even think of that when your best friends tongue was doing wonders on you ?

You were too lost in the ecstasy to realise that one hand left your hips, too lost to figure out where it was going. Soon finding out when one finger slowly touches your clit, before slipping inside of you.

,, Fuck..‘‘ You moan, body jolting in surprise, jumping a bit when he thrusts yet another finger inside. Touya doesn‘t respond, too busy eating you out. The length of his fingers was like a bonus to you, flexing around your curve to hit your g spot. It didn‘t take you long until you started feeling the pulse of your orgasm growing inside you.

,, You taste so good doll‘‘ Touya‘s mouth breaks contact to tell you that, fingers still fucking against you way too fast. Your walls squeeze over his fingers, closing your eyes you placed one hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself down as you came all over his fingers.

,, Good girl‘‘ Touya said, pulling his fingers out of you, as he played with your juices.

A small idea got inside his mind, nothing huge, but simply fun in his opinion. Watching you all breathless on the bed, he couldn’t help but smirk as he took his mask from the edge of the bed.

You were never sure what your kinks are, you never really experimented. And you never even thought about mask kink ? Just watching your best friend putting his Ghostface mask on and unzipping his pants made you twice as wet as you already were.

Touya‘s hand traced unter your dress, not bothering to get you out of it, leaving every piece of skin he touched on fire. He was touching your lips with his fingers, and without thinking much you simply opened your mouth, welcoming his fingers and sucking on them.

,, Is this what you want ?‘‘ Touya asked, giving you a chance to refuse him and go back to being friends. But who on the earth would refuse him ? Just hearing his voice, muffed because of the mask made you shiver.

You didn‘t even let him finish the question, nodding with your head almost aggressively, since you couldn‘t answer him with his fingers stuffing your mouth, almost fucking it.

,, My doll‘‘ he sighs, hidden behind the mask, while he lines himself up and finally pushes inside of you slowly. Agonisingly slowly. Hearing his muffed heavy breathing was driving you crazy, closing your eyes you enjoyed the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and simply listening to him. He didn‘t want to hurt you, pushing slowly. Not knowing that the slow pace already hurt enough, since it felt like he was stretching you out forever.

Not like you didnt like it. Somehow, it felt good. And then, you’re filled with him, cunt squeezing around his length.

Touya stays like that, masked face buried in your throat, cock twitching inside of you.

,, Touya‘‘ you moan quietly, touching the skin on his neck, one that the mask didn’t reach.

,, Jeez doll, you’re so tight‘‘ He mutters, easing himself out of you slowly, teasing. Until just the head of his cock is inside you. Once you moan, instead of saying anything, he snaps his hips, pushing back inside roughly.

Grabbing your hips, he pulls his body up, giving you a nice view of him. And there you have it. You didn‘t have a mask kink, but now you do.

Holding you still while he thrusts so hard, moving the whole bed. It was too much for you. His moans, that sounded even better under the mask, heavier. His firm hold, his hard thrusts. And just the fact that you were doing it with your best friend, it gave you the feeling like you were doing something forbidden.

It felt way too good.

Your fingernails scrabble against the wood of the bed, trying to grab onto anything to hold yourself. Even tho Touya was holding your hips, keeping you still.

,, Such a good girl‘‘ Touya pants, leaning over you until he is hitting you there deep inside.

You couldn‘t hold your moans, way too loud, not giving a fuck if anyone could hear. You clench around him again, whole body trembling while your pleasure builds.

,, Touya‘‘ you moan his name again, grabbing the mask, as give your best to remove it. And once it‘s gone, you‘re grabbing his face and pulling him to you, connecting his lips with your own.

As much as you liked the mask, it had to be gone. You had to see his face.

Your legs tremble as you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he moves his hips at one reckless speed. Smirk forming on his lips, as he moves his hand from your hip to your neck, giving you a perfect heckles.

The moment you felt the pressure around your throat, combined with his hard moves <our body accrues up and you can feel the second your body breaks beneath him, orgasm hitting you so hard you can see the whole Universum behind your eyelids.

Not sure if it was from the choking or the orgasm, but it felt good either way.

,, Good girl, you‘re taking it so well‘‘ Touya is saying when your ears stop ringing, and you‘re finally catching your breath again.

His thrusts have slowed, working you through your orgasm, waiting until the pulsing is gone. and then once again, he‘s slamming his hips against you, reaching his own high and painting your walls white.

The two of you stayed in bed just like that, in your own world as always, far away from everyone else.

The two of you made your way back to others, once Touya was done cleaning you all up, before he was stating how you should actually go back there with his cum still inside you, since everyone should know that you‘re already taken.

His property

And no one else‘s.

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Afterlife :Jason Todd x plus-size!fem!reader

credit for the graphic goes to @3-minnnn (amazing work, I love it, hope you don't mind me using it here)

This is part 2 of Retaliation i.e. what happened after.

@jasontoddsthickbabe - special dedication goes for you :)

Warning : a bit of smut, so MINORS DNI!

***

Regardless of what people say, death is not the end.

Jason Todd had experienced that well enough. After all, his end was rudely interrupted by some crazy people who couldn’t just leave him be.

Anyhow, every culture has their own belief of what is waiting on the other side.

Angels, demons, jackal-headed gods to judge your actions and your soul, virgin, feasts etc.

Heaven or Hell.

Eternal pain or eternal happiness.

So many people try to believe there is something bigger than them in this world, some higher instance.

But death is also not what they claim to be a new beginning, a new story.

In some cultures, afterlife is pretty much the reflection of the life on earth with all the familiar places and people. Maybe without so much pain and hurt, but still. Surprisingly similar.

But the place she found herself in was neither of those.

First of all, it was so dark, she could barely see her own hand in front of her face.

Secondly, it was empty and cold and impossible to judge how big this place was.

And last, but not least, it was cold to the point where she started believing it could not be hell, unless someone made a stupid bet, ending starting from "the hell my freeze, but..."

For what she knew, she could have been standing on the edge of some cliff and nothing more than a step would make her fall and crash on whatever was down there.

How the hell did she got here?

And where exactly was here?

Slowly, the memories started coming back.

The capturing, the torture, the fight ….

The fight. Oh no. Last thing she could remember was Jason's pale, terrified face and desperate grip on her body as she started drifting off in his arms.

Wait, was she dead?

Instinctively she reached towards her neck where, as she recalled, Marseille dragged his knife, almost expecting to find a scar, or even still bleeding injury. But there was nothing. Maybe a bit of roughness, barely palpable.

Poor Jason.

Her heart clenched when his name came onto her mind, picking up the pace, hands started trembling. Atop of previous layers of trauma he’s been through, now she added to it. Fuck, she died in his arms! He literally had her blood on his hands!

If she wasn’t already dead, she would probably hurt herself for bringing that on him. A single though that it was not her fault and she was the victim, not a perpetrator did not cross her mind for even a second.

Come on, Y/N, think. You are familiar with the bats. They have come back to life more times than any average person should be allowed to. How did they do that? Apart from the Lazarus Pit, of course. Think, think.

"Hello?" she called, not really expecting an answer and her voice echoed through the empty place.

"Hello, Y/N." the response got her by surpise and she jumped, startled. "Don't be afraid. You called and I came."

"Yeah, I.... um..... well" she stuttered. so many questions creeping in, all of them so cliche.

"It's ok." the newly arrived person assured, their face covered by the hood of the coat they were wearing "It's ok to ask."

"Am I .... dead?"

"It depends."

"What?" she scoffed "how can it depend? It's either yes or no. I mean I can't be half-dead, right?"

"Technically....."

"Oh, please" the girl rolled her eyes, now rather annoyed than scared "if you have to start a sentence from technically we are all doomed. I just... "

"Come with me. I'have to show you something. "

"And who are you exactly?"

"Think of me as your guide. You people have an inexplicable tendency to give name to everything and if that's the case with you, you can call me Shadow." they grabbed her hand and dragged her straight forward into something she so righteously believed to be the abyss.

***

"Where the hell did you take me?"

"Just be quiet and observe."

“Jason. You need to rest. You’ve been sitting by her bed for 48 hours straight.”

“Fuck off.”

“Be reasonable.”

“I said fuck off, Grayson.”

"Come on, bro. You won't help her in any way by beating yourself up." Dick put his hand on Jason's arm making the younger boy shudder and sigh deeply.

"I need to be with her, Dick. Just... a little more."

"Fine. But I will take over soon, is that all right? You know you should have some rest in a bed and maybe have a shower.

"I know."

Jason was the perfect example of misery and despair. Ever since what happened in that barracks he could not focus on anything else than her. He wasn’t eating, he wasn’t sleeping, spending all the time by his love’s bedside in a hospital room. Of course, Wayne money provided her with the best medical care that could have been bought, but he still did not trust any of those doctors. He was in his full alert mode, refusing to leave even for a second, observing each of the actions with cold, threatening gaze which made some of the doctors tremble. If it wasn’t for Dick, with his lighter attitude, most of them would probably run away.

It was a miracle, Y/N was still breathing and Jason was not taking any chances on that. If he had protected her better, she would be now laughing with him, holding hands and just spending time together in the best health. Instead, she was lying in the hospital bed, plugged to all those crazy medical equipment that were supposed to keep her alive. The cut on her neck was capably stitched, but the risk of it leaving scars was extremely high. She looked so small, fragile, pale and vulnerable.

And it was all his fault.

And he could not think of any way to recover from this, except for begging for her forgivness, if when she wakes up.

"Oh, Jay....." she whispered, few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, my love" she took a few step forward, in desperate attempt to touch him and hold him, but she was a ghost without any material form "I am so sorry...."

"I am so sorry, baby." Jason spoke at the same time, almost as if he could hear her. "Please come back to me...." he sobbed, grabbing her limp, cold hand carressing it gently "I need you."

"I'm right here, baby."

"You do realise he cannot hear you, right?"

"I don't give a single...."

"LANGUAGE!"

"fuck" she smirked and finished the sentence despite Shadow's warning "I don't give a single fuck."

"For someone who's on the verge of saying goodbye to mortal life you have quite the humor. How about you take a look at yourself, instead of focusing on your lover boy, huh? Go ahead" they motioned towards the bed. "Sneak a peek at your broken mortal body."

As much as she did not want to, it was like his verbal nudge made her leg move without her thinking. She came closer towards, well, herself and froze at the spot. It was like looking in the mirror, just a tad more creepy. Bruises on her face, stiches on her neck and barely moving chest made Y/N shiver. And all that blinding white, underlying any lack of color on her. Seriously, why all the medical establishments insisted on using this color.

"How does it feel looking at yourself like that? Freaked out already?" Shadow asked, but much to his suprise Y/N turned her back towards the bed, facing Jason instead, muttering something under her nose, still reaching for him. "Ekhem, I'm sorry what are you doing?"

"I couldn't care less about myself. I've been with all the bats for so long that no injury can really scare me. But he ....." she shook her head "I can feel his pain.... so much of it."

"It's normal" shadow shrugged "you two had a connection."

"connection?!" she yelled standing up abruptly "I love him!! And you...." suddenly she felt taller and stronger "you better tell me how to get back to him."

"I don't .... you don't ...."

"I am not joking right now!" her eyes were so full of fire it made her guide tremble a bit. "Talk or I swear I will tear this whole place down and burn it to the ground. And if you are not willing to cooperate, I will be more than happy to talk to your supervisor or whoever the fuck .... what is that?" sudden warmth spreading on her forehead took her by surprise and she turned around only to notice Jay, leaning over her body and kissing her gently.

"Just hold on there, baby. I know it's tempting to stay on the other side and leave this fuckign city behind, but I can't help being selfish. I am here and I'm waiting for you. Please, find your way back."

"NOW!' she yelled at the Shadow again. She would rather tear her heart out than watch any more minute of Jason like this.

"I...... Fine, there's one way, but you are not going to like it."

***

“I just need to cross the bridge? That’s all?”

“Huh, good luck with that. We call it “the aisle of memories” for a reason. You must be truly desperate to refer to this.”

“Maybe. Or I am just deeply in love. And so it happens the recipient of it is currently losing his mind over my unconscious body. Fuck, he is almost praying! Jason! almost praying. And fuck me if I am going to let him plunge into despair.”

“Good luck then. You’re gonna need it.”

“How hard can it possibly be?” she shrugged and took the first step.

***

Time in the afterlife passes differently than in corporeal world. What seemed like hours for Y/n, was days and weeks for Jason. Extremely long days and weeks when he was spending days in her hospital room, napping on the armchair, refusing to let go of her hand and nights at patrolling in his Red Hood attire, much more violent and unpredictable than ever before. Even Dick and Bruce could no nothing to stop him, but honestly, as long he was not killing people again and avoided increasing his body count they were fine with it. If they even think of trying to stop him he would turn into a rabid animal, probably tearing down the manor. It was better to let him use all that rage, despair and fury on the field.

However, no one missed, how every night for the past two weeks after a patrol, he could not sleep. Instead of laying in his own bed, he was walking around like a ghost, constantly spotting her favorite things at the manor. The books she loved reading most, her chipped cup, she forbid Alfred to throw away, her cherished blanket…. The same blanket they used to cover themselves with while cuddling during watching the movies. Fuck, he missed all those little things, they were doing together. He missed her hugs, the way she was snuggling into him, making him feel like someone important. Like someone worth love.

And he just had to fuck it up.

***

Shadow was right.

Passing the bridge turned out to be slightly more difficult then she thought it would.

Just as she took the first step the anthropomorphic personifications of her past mistakes and fears materialized and of course, they took the form of Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian.

“Hello, Y/N” fake Dick smiled at her, his smile being lick-alike of this of the real Grayson

“Where are you going?” Tim pouted

“Leaving us so soon, baby?” Jason added

“don’t you think you’ve done enough damage, Y/L/N? Damian eyed her warningly

“do you remember the time you could not fight those guys in the alley and Jay had to come to rescue, getting badly hurt in the process?”

“Shut up, Dick!” she hissed taking a step forward, even though the guilt made her leg lead-like.

“Is that a way to talk to your friend? Almost brother?”

“You are not my brother.”

“You’re right. I am your pride. The one you never show and yet everyone around you see. Aren’t you just the most conceited?”

“I am not conceited!”

“Sure, sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

“It’s not true….” She focused on walking forward, turning deaf ear to Dick’s words.

“Competitive. Always trying to prove your point. Getting your own way. Individualistic. That is just painful, sweetheart. You want to cause me pain? Just like that one time when you were supposed to navigate me during patrol? Just like you did Tim?” he spat and disappeared into thin air.

“Tim?” she made a mistake of hesitating and felt the bricks slip from her feet making her fall to the ground. So that is how this was working. Heavy legs and mind traps. “I never hurt any of you!” it took a lot of strength to stand up and yet she managed to resume her walking.

“Really?” Tim asked “Little Miss Smarty Pants? Little Miss Expert on Technology? You always though yourself better than me, didn’t you?”

“I admired your work, Tim.”

“And yet you destroyed it.”

“How….” she tripped again, this time cutting her leg that started bleeding heavily “fuck….” Tim just laughed at her.

“I am your greed….” He flashed a predatory smile “such big ambitions and definitely too high treshold for your little feet. Poor, sweet girl, never fulfilling your aspirations. Remember that one time you lose to me in a competition. How did that feel?”

“Please, stop….” She gasped, feeling sudden pain in the chest, bending her to the ground “It’s not true….”

“Hm” Tim vanished and the youngest Wayne came into the scene. She was almost crawling forward now, and it was ironic how this little fella was towering over her, mocking poor girl with his gaze “Aren’t you just pathetic?

“Let me guess….” She hissed “you are vengeance, aren’t you?”

“Not even close.” He smirked “ I am fear.”

“Fe… fear?”

“What else? I am to remind you of all those time you acted like a coward. Burying your head in the sand, to put it lightly. Waiting for someone to take action instead of doing it yourself. Such a shame….” He cluck

“I never….”

“Let me think….” Damian tapped his chin and stepped on her back, stopping her from moving. Now this was embarrassing. “Oh, I know. The shooting. You had all the resources and skills to stop those attackers. And what did you do? You run. And yet, you still think we would need you back there. You are an useless menace. A liability.”

“I run to save two girls from dying because of the bullets!” she squirmed and crawled some more, now seeing little square of light at the end of the bridge. Probably the exit “You cannot… stop me….”

“Maybe. But I know someone who can. I’ll leave you two alone.” He laughed and followed his brothers out of sight.

“Oh, no…”

“Y/N.” Jason stood in her way blocking it. Of course they left him at the end. His brothers waited and weakened her enough so that a single word coming from him would break her.

He’s not real, he’s not real. The real Jason is waiting for you on the other side, weeping and ….

“You think I am not real?” his initial smile turned upside down “How about I show you?” with one move of his hands, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to his chest and connecting their lips, kissing her so gently, but with so much fire. How could this be fake if it felt so good? “My baby…” he cooed pulling back and cupping her cheek “how about you stay with me? Here. We would be together, forever” his lips moved to her cheek and neck, sending goosebumps all over her skin. Involuntarily, she arched her back towards him, wanting more, remembering how good it felt to have him so close and how long it was since she had his hands on lips on all her curves.

“Jay…..” she whined, losing all her focus, hands tangling in his hair.

“I’m here baby…. Let me make you feel good….”

“Ah….” She whined when he reached under her shirt, grabbing her breast and massaging it gently through the thin material of the bra “Please….”

“Tell me what you want, princess….”

“Take it off….” She tugged on his shirt and he quickly exposed himself to her, letting her hands roam his body freely. His abs, his pecs, his chest, his neck. All of him. “I need you….”

“I know baby… “ he muttered, kissing her again, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around his waist “always so desperate for me. Tell me” he unhooked her bra and tossed it away, licking her sensitive skin “does that feel good?”

“Jason….”

“It can always be like this. You just have to stay. Let go of what was. Stay with me. Here. You don’t need anything else. I was made especially for you….”

Those words were like a bucket of cold water on her hot skin and she pulled away instantly. Not without mentally cursing herself for that action.

Come back to me.

I need you.

Don’t leave me.

Those words started echoing through her head like a mantra.

“You are not my Jay.” She jumped away from him, covering her bare chest, now feeling embarrassed

“I am, baby, look at me. I told you, I’m yours…”

“Get away from me! Who are you?!”

“I am regret.” He smirked “don’t tell me you don’t feel guilty for falling for that little trap? For being so desperate for touch that you were just ready to let me take you right here right now.”

“But I did not.”

“How does that make anything better, princess? You still want me.”

“What I want” she hissed, forcing her legs forward and ducking under his arms, almost reaching that light. “is to get to my Jason back. You did not use me or turn me bad. If anything you showed me how much love I hold for the version of you that’s sitting my bed. And guess what?” she flashed him a smile “I won.”

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Sharp exhale and beeping of the medical machine keeping Y/N alive made him jump on his feet instantly and turn around in search for a potential threat. Instead he met with shocked and terrified gaze of his beloved girl. Fully conscious.

“Y/N?” he asked carefully, mindful of the fact that she just woke up from two and a half week of coma and he was far from good looking. Fuck. He could have at least wore a clean T-shirt.

“Jason!” she cried, reaching her arms towards him and he could not care less about the look or the clothes as he rushed to her side, bringing her into his embrace, caressing her back, smelling her soft her, kissing her cheek and temple and forehead, over and over and over.

“My love.” He whisper “my princess. My baby. God, I was so scared for you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But I’m back now. I’m back to you.” she hid face in that smelly shirt of his, not caring either “I’m back.” Her grip grew a bit tighter.

“And I won’t ever let you go anywhere far from me again. consider yourself being put under a house arrest.”

“As long as you stay with me.”

“Always.” He assured “right after I take my revenge. No one would ever hurt you again, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Jason?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“I need you to teach me how to fight.”

To be continued <?>

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haveihitanerve · 2 months

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You Wouldn't Do It Now, Would You?

“Drake?” Tim drake turned around. “Dami? What are you doing here?” The young boy shrugged, leaping over to Tims building. “Im Robin. I just finished my rounds. Why are you here Drake?” Tim shrugged, mimicking him, and turned back to the city. “Its been a while since i just relaxed here. On the roof. Watching the city. Me and B used to do it all the time.” “oh.” Damian took a seat next to his older brother, letting his legs dangle. Tim took a deep breath and released it slowly, inhaling Gotham. “I love this city.” he whispered. Damian nodded. “At first i thought Father was crazy. And then Dick started talking like him, and Jason has it as his homescreen. I thought you were all insane for harboring such love for this shit-hole.” Tim smiled. “But…?” he asked. Damian sighed, slipping his hood off. “But now, i see it.” Tims smile practically glowed. “You do?” Damian nodded. “Now i know why you all stayed. Why Dick cant help himself and visits way more than he should. Its not just to see us, although it really is, its to see his city.” “his first true home.” Tim agreed. “And Todd. The streets weren't kind to him, but somehow he fell in love.” Damian added. Tim nodded. “Yep. Bruce rubbed off on all of us. When he talked about Gotham, it was like he was talking about a lover. It was always she is so beautiful. And sure, shes rough, but shes home. And under the grime and crime,” “theres beauty.” Damian finished, nodding. Tim nodded too. “Cass and Steph have a nightly run over the rooftops. And a special spot where they like to watch the city.” Tim informed his baby brother. Damian looked at him. “Is this yours?” Tim nodded. “Yep. This is mine and Dads. Its where we would spend time after our patrol. Just the two of us. That place down there,” he pointed into the street below. “Sells the best ice cream ever. We used to just hop down there and buy some then come up here. The workers there all knew us.” “you have a special ice cream place with Father too?” Damian asked. Tim laughed. “Of course. We all do. It started because of Dick. He was an energetic nine year old and needed lots of calories to keep himself awake and moving. Then when Jason came, B found a different place to take him because they had a different patrol route. Same for me. And Cass. And Steph. And you.” Tim tousled damian's hair. Damian nodded. “Very nice, I was not aware of that Drake. Thank you.” Tim smiled. “Anytime baby bird.” Damian wrinkled his nose. “And that. Why bird?” Tim laughed. “Well, because you're robin. B is Batdad or DadBird. Dick was his baby bird. Then Dick became Brother Bird. Jason was baby bird. Then he became Gun Bird. Then i was baby bird. Ect.” “what are you now?” Damian asked, curious. Tim winced. “Im Red Bird.” he said through gritted teeth. Damian laughed. “That sounds like something Grayson and Todd would come up with.” Tim shook his head. “Yep. They're wonderful.” They sat in comfortable silence for a while when Damian spoke.

“Do you ever think of jumping?” his voice was soft. Tim stilled. “Yes.” he answered honestly. Damian looked at him. “Is that why you were sitting here?” Tim shook his head. “No.” “You.. wouldn't have killed yourself, would you? You won't?” Damian pushed. Tim nodded. “I might have. Back then.” Damian swallowed. “And now? Would you?” Tim looked at his brother in shock. “No Damian. I wont.” he answered sincerely. Damian averted his gaze. “Good.” he blushed a little. “I just think, two older brothers is a weird number.” Tim smiled softly. “Me too Darling. Don't worry. I have no plans of leaving you alone. Neither do dick and Jason.” Damian nodded. “Okay.” he looked up at Tim shyly and tim sat at full alert. “I-I would like a hug.” Damian asked. Tim immediately melted. “Whenever you want baby bird.” he folded his brother into his arms. Damian buried his face in his brothers suit and held him, breathing him in. “i think,” his voice was soft, quiet. “I think i like being you all’s baby bird.” Tim smiled, pressing a kiss to damian’s head. “Yeah?” Damian nodded, face still pressed into his brothers chest. “Yeah.” Tim hugged him tighter. “Good. Cause you'll always be our baby bird. And we’ll always be your big brothers.”

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forusomimiya · 9 months

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Hi! Hello! Love your work btw, hope you doing well.

Just wanted to ask if you could do a digital artist!vtuber!reader x Timeskip!Suna? It's totally k if you don't want to. And the plot is that reader is doing a 'draw with me' stream and Suna comes in and the fans go crazy over it?

Please and thank you. Oh! And if possible can I be tagged?

No, being an artist does not imply having to sell your life to work. You didn't want a life like that, full of obligations, commitments or a life that depended only on your followers. You wanted a healthy, strong, familiar community, where you were at ease and where your work was positively valued by all those who followed you.

Your first job spread like wildfire on social networks, hence your number of followers went up weekly, including followed by artists you really admired, something that helped you design more often and inspire you better. Later and without much thought, you decided to open an account on a digital platform where your content could help you receive income. Income that would help you with your future studies and material improvement.

<<What if you do weekly streams?>>

<<What?>> his words surprised you.

<<Yes, this way you can be closer to your followers and you can draw with them or talk about whatever you want. Like a closer get-together>>

<<Hmm, I hadn't even thought about that….>>

<<Well>> Suna turned to you after putting his phone on the bedside table and looked at you. <<I'm sorry to tell you that even though I'm hooked to my cell phone like a complete idiot most of the day, I'm still thinking about you and how to make you happier>>

<<Aww that´s so sweet Rinnie!>>

<<Yeah yeah go to sleep>> your pouting earned you a kiss on the forehead, with happiness welling up in your chest. The next day, you were already proposing the idea on twitter, and three months later you were still there, another morning meeting with your followers.

"So…" you remained silent, concentrated, going over the silhouette with a thicker pencil, changing colors, textures, adding light to the design… "This would be more or less the result, although some things need to be polished. You like it?" you explained showing the tablet to the camera and stopping to read the chat. You couldn't help but smile as you read comments from people complimenting your design or thanking you for being able to share it with them. "I'm so glad" you danced in your chair and rolling up your arms again, you went back to the task.

A sound outside the room startled you. Thinking nothing of it, you went back to your work until you heard a second knock closer to the door.

"Sorry guys, maybe it's my cat having one of his schizophrenic attacks" self convinced you were distracted again until the creak of the door opening caught you again. That "cat" almost six feet tall, holding a cup of what appeared to be tea by the smell, with tousled locks sticking out of his head and hooded eyes from possible lack of sleep after the previous night's game, wearing greyish old sweatpants shorts, and no shirt (error), entered the room almost stumbling until he approached you and appeared in the camera.

You didn't have time to slow down what was going to happen next.

"morning everyone" you should to ask him to leave because you didn't want anyone to see him, but you were lost in how beautiful he was even just waking up, thus remembering how much you loved him and shrinking him into a little man you wanted to cradle and care for in your arms right then and there.

Stupefied not knowing what to do, he smiled at you half asleep offering you the cup of tea, followed by a kiss on the forehead and a "don't forget to eat something" before turning back to the camera. "Be nice with her" he pointed his finger at the screen and promptly disappeared.

The chat was completely on fire.

12:56 👑teird0ll: EHAT WAS THAT 😳😳

12:56 edkillz: WHAT THE FJDKEDKLWSN

12:56 ⚜️alongthestar: EXCYSE ME!!??!

12:56 🔹👑yucutie_: nice cat

12:56 bluberriepies: RINTARO FUCKING SUNA AAAAAHHHHHHHH

12:56 m!lktea: think I’m gonna die for a while 🫠

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: oh

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: my

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: godness

12:56 dark__sun: NO WSY GUYS 😱

12:56 bbyitsyurs: I KNEW IT

12:56 👑dab4deeim: you two are so cute IM GONNA CRY 😭💕

12:56 ⚜️🔹okaaayletsgo: I think you have something to tell us 🤨

12:56 🔹yodel-ay-hee-hoo: I screamed and my mother came running into my room 👍🏻

The situation was so uncontrollable, you could only allow yourself to laugh and watch your boyfriend vacate the room as he disappeared down the hallway in the distance leaving you there, dumbfounded and with hundreds of fans demanding explanations.

An exception was made that morning: putting aside the tablet to make way for the story of how you and Rintaro Suna met, by an absolute majority vote.

Okay I’m just like AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Freaking out thinking of Suna standing there next to you, bare torso, slightly marked abs, (because he is thin and not a very muscular man), the long veins marked from his forearm to the back of his hands, disheveled hair, marks from the sheets on his back, just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thanks to @hannenomi for this idea, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write it. The best thing is that here it is!!! Hope you like it cutie 🥺🩵

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the promise of more (2422 words) by Winchesterek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, First Kiss, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Everyone Is Alive, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, New Year's Kiss For Events: @sterekfests 'kiss me at midnight', @sterekbingo fuzzy socks (Christmas), @sterekweekly reindeer

Summary: “You should save some for the others.” Stiles turned to see a handsome guy standing there and thankfully he was holding his second cookie or it might just have fallen out of his mouth as he stared at him. His tone was light and teasing, so Stiles knew that he didn't mean it. “I, uh—sorry?” Stiles replied, looking at the table filled with treats and then back at the man. “Did you bring any? I’ll make sure not to eat those.” The guy laughed, it reaching his eyes which had Stiles almost melting right on the spot.

Stiles thought Lydia was crazy, and not her normal crazy, but like weird crazy because she had invited him to a fuzzy sock holiday party at her place, which meant that everyone who came would have to wear fuzzy socks. Not only was it a party, but it was also a slumber party. Stiles couldn't remember the last time he’d been to a slumber party. Probably before he was ten and it was likely with Scott for his birthday party.

So going to an adult slumber party, with alcohol, fuzzy socks, and probably the possibility of hooking up was something completely new to Stiles. It wasn't like he was into public sex or any type of orgy situation. He was a very private kinda guy when it came to that. Voyeurism was not his thing, which meant he’d need four walls and a door at least to hook up at this party.

Then again, the lakehouse had plenty of space and rooms, so maybe he would find someone. It wasn't too far out of the ballpark.

Stiles sighed and checked his phone, looking at the GPS, trying to figure out the easiest way to get to the lakehouse without having to go through too much ice and snow along the way. His Jeep was a little on the old side, and he needed new tires, so it wasn't the safest thing to drive in this weather. It did its job though and he loved his Jeep, especially because it was his mom's.

He reached out to turn the knob on the heater and blasted it because the Jeep was drafty and started his route to the lakehouse. If the lake was frozen over and Lydia wanted to ice skate, Stiles was going to have to tell her no, since drowning was one of his biggest fears. He tried not to think about that as he drove, thumping his fingers on the steering wheel, and humming along to Christmas songs playing from his phone.

By the time he made it to the lakehouse, there were cars parked everywhere, more than Stiles realized there would be. So this was a larger party than he’d originally thought. That only made him more nervous. He sighed and parked his Jeep in a place that looked like it wouldn't get trapped if he decided to bail on this party, and killed the engine.

Stiles ran his hands over his face, took a deep break, and pulled his sweater hood over his head before hopping out of the Jeep. The door clanged behind him as he closed it and Stiles shoved his hands into his pockets, starting up the walk. Thankfully, he didn't slip and fall on his face.

It was a miracle.

Stiles reached the door, knocked, then waited. He could hear music on the other side and muffled voices. When the door opened, a tall brunette greeted him with an excited, “Hi! Oh. Come in, come in. Lydia is doing what Lydia does. Entertaining the best of us.”

Her tone was sarcastic and Stiles thought he could really get to know this girl. “I’m Laura,” she added with a grin, her lips as red as sin. “You are?”

“Uh—I’m Stiles.” He smiled and offered her his hand, which she shook awkwardly. Okay, so maybe he was the one that was being awkward.

“I have my fuzzy socks,” he added, lifting the leg of his sweats to show her his entrance fee. They were covered in penguins because Stiles secretly loved penguins. And frogs. Not that he’d ever tell anyone something like that.

“Great!” Laura nodded and shut the door behind Stiles, then motioned with her head toward a table at the far end of the room. “Eggnog is over there, along with a few cookies and sweets that people pitched in.” She frowned. “Don't eat the brownies. I think those are spiked… you know, with—” She made a face, but then again, it was illegal in most places still.

The last thing he needed to do was to test hot if his dad decided to check him. “Got it. No brownies.” He gave her a thumbs up and she walked off, leaving him standing there awkwardly with a bunch of people chatting around him in groups. They’d paired off and gathered up, Christmas music playing in the background, and Stiles didn't know where to start. So, he headed over to the eggnog table.

Stiles grabbed a cup and served himself, sipped it, and winced. Whoever made it had gone hard with the liquor. He had to pace himself, otherwise he’d be so drunk that he’d never remember the night. And that would be a bad thing. He hadn't done that since he was in high school.

He fished a few reindeer cookies from the table and shoved one into his mouth when a voice from behind him said, “You should save some for the others.”

Stiles turned to see a handsome guy standing there and thankfully he was holding his second cookie or it might just have fallen out of his mouth as he stared at him. His tone was light and teasing, so Stiles knew that he didn't mean it.

“I, uh—sorry?” Stiles replied, looking at the table filled with treats and then back at the man. “Did you bring any? I’ll make sure not to eat those.”

The guy laughed, it reaching his eyes which had Stiles almost melting right on the spot. “No, I didn't. My sister brought some of that brittle stuff, but we came for the fuzzy sock party. I wasn't exactly expecting this to be an actual party.”

“Oh, yeah—same. I thought it was going to be a small get-together, not an actual Lydia party.” Stiles chewed his cookie and smiled, meeting the guy's eyes. “I’m Stiles.” He offered his hand.

“Right. Right. I’m Derek,” he replied, taking Stiles’ hand and shaking it. Stiles held on for a little too long and Derek’s gaze dropped to Stiles’ hand before Stiles released it.

“Sorry. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Derek. I’m assuming you’re not from around here.” Because Stiles would've recognized him around town. Beacon Hills wasn't that big.

Derek chuckled. “I’m from Beacon County, but yeah, we don't live in Beacon Hills. We’re actually here because my other sister was invited by one of Lydia’s friends. So we’re a plus two, technically.”

Stiles glanced around the room, wondering who Derek’s sisters were. When his gaze returned to Derek, he frowned. “Oh, the girl from the door. Laura? Is that one of your sisters?”

“Yeah, she’s my twin.” Derek grinned. “She’s fifteen minutes older than me, which she’ll never let me forget.”

Stiles laughed, a belly of a laugh. “Ah, nice. I don't have any siblings, so that must be fun.” He laughed again, his eyes roaming over Derek. “I can tell that she’s fun.”

“More like a pain,” Derek replied with his own chuckle. “But we make it work. I know I couldn't live without her, even if she gets on my nerves the only way a fifteen-minute older sister can do.”

Stiles finished his second cookie and wiped his hand on his pants, then reached up to touch his neck, which he noticed Derek tracked his fingers. It gave him a shiver that tingled all the way down to his toes.

“Um, are you single?” Stiles ventured, darlingly. He didn't usually ask questions like that, but Derek was hot and Stiles was interested. And if he said no then he never had to see him again, right?

Derek looked confused and curious at the same time. “Yes,” he finally answered with a nod. “I am single. I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I, uh—I’ve been mostly focused on school, so dating hasn't really been on my mind. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school, and that was what you’d expect of being in love in high school.”

“Short-lived?” Stiles asked, laughing nervously.

“Pretty much.” Derek sipped his eggnog and then disposed of the cup in a trashcan near the table. “So, Stiles. Are you single?”

Stiles felt his stomach twist with nerves and his breath catch. Derek was asking him if he was single. He wasn't sure why it made him feel this nervous, because the obvious answer was hell yes he was single. Maybe it was because it looked like Derek’s gaze held a promise that Stiles could only hope for.

“I—uh, I—yeah, 100% single.” Stiles’ stomach only twisted more and his heart thundered in his chest. “But I’m into guys and girls, I’m just not as slick as you dropping it in there that you didn't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”

“So you caught that,” Derek smirked. “What can I say? I think you’re attractive and I’d like to get to know you more. Plus, we’ve got a while until it’s midnight and we’re watching the ball drop on TV in New York’s Time Square, right?”

“I’m pretty perceptive.” Stiles grinned and finished off his eggnog, tossing his cup into the trash with Derek’s. “So, should we find somewhere to sit and talk a little more?”

“Yeah, I think we can make that happen.” Derek looked around and Stiles followed his gaze.

Stiles saw Lydia across the room and she must have felt him watching her because she turned and waved at him, then gave him a thumbs-up. Her eyebrows arched and she gave Stiles one of those knowing smirks, like she knew that he’d find Derek and hit it off with him. Like she’d set up the whole thing. He wouldn't be surprised if she somehow masterminded it with Derek’s little sister.

He really needed to thank her later if they hit it off.

“What about over there?” Stiles asked and pointed to a small couch by the window. No one was likely sitting there because it was cold by the window with this weather.

“Looks like a great place,” Derek agreed and motioned with his hand for Stiles to walk in front of him. Stiles smiled and nodded, leading Derek over to the loveseat. Once they were there, Stiles plopped down ungracefully and shivered. He could feel the chill from outside through the window.

“Here,” Derek said, handing Stiles a blanket. He must’ve grabbed it on the way over, because he didn't remember the throw blanket on the couch when they got there. He tried not to think about how thoughtful that was and it was even a little romantic.

“Thanks.” Stiles took the blanket and laid it over himself as Derek sat down next to him, not too far from Stiles, within inches.

“So, tell me all about you. I want to know everything.” Derek sounded sincere as his gaze stayed locked with Stiles’, his smile soft and genuine, giving Stiles all of his attention.

It made Stiles nervous and excited at the same time. So he took a deep breath and started at the beginning. They talked about their childhood, both serious and funny memories. There were even a few embarrassing ones in there that Stiles was surprised they shared.

Talking to Derek seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Stiles had never felt this way with anyone and he could tell that Derek was there with him. There was an instant connection that neither of them could seem to pull away from.

Stiles wanted more. Needed more. And from what he could tell, Derek felt the same.

Suddenly the lights dimmed around them and Stiles looked up to see a disco ball shine in the center of the room. Of course Lydia would.

“Uh, well, I guess I didn't realize how much time had passed while we were talking,” Stiles started, looking back to Derek where the light from the disco ball shimmered around him.

Derek chuckled and scooted toward Stiles, closing the little space that was between them. “Well I don't want to seem presumptuous, but I was hoping for a midnight kiss.”

Stiles blushed and he knew that his skin would be blotchy red all over. He was thankful Derek wouldn't be able to see it in the dark, but he smiled and it made his chest flutter. “Me too,” he replied as people started counting down around them.

There was cheering and hoots and chatter, presumable for whatever the guests were watching for the countdown, which was taking forever. It was the longest ten seconds of Stiles’ life, but then there was confetti popping around them and people cheering and kissing.

Stiles licked his lips and his gaze locked with Derek’s. Derek didn't say anything. He reached forward, cupping Stiles’ cheek gently in one hand and smoothing his thumb against his skin. Stiles’ breath caught in his chest and then Derek was leaning forward and their lips were pressing together, tentative yet sure.

Derek’s lips were soft as Stiles returned the kiss, exploring as their tongues tangled together. He breathed deeply, Derek’s scent warming him all over as he felt Derek’s hand slide to the back of his neck and gripped him. Stiles was practically in Derek’s lap when they stopped, both of them breathing heavily in the scat space between their lips.

“Wow,” Stiles said with a smile that hurt his cheeks, resting his forehead against Derek’s.

Derek chuckled in a way that was too smug but also did things to Stiles. He wanted to kiss that smirk right off of Derek’s lips.

“I’m right there with you,” Derek replied, his voice quiet in the noise around them, almost like they were sharing secrets.

“Kiss me again?” Stiles asked, his nerves turning to exhilaration at the promise of more. Derek pressed in, brushing his nose against Stiles’, and kissed him again, deeper this time. And Stiles was lost to it, letting it take him over and fill all the places he needed Derek to be. It was like Derek soothed his soul and grounded him in a way that Stiles couldn't explain, but he knew that he never wanted to let this go.

When they paused, trying to catch their breaths, Derek said, “Can I get your number?”

Stiles barked a happy laugh and gave Derek a quick kiss. “Absolutely. We’re doing this again but on a date. And yes that is me officially asking you out.”

Derek beamed, the light reaching his eyes in the darkness. “Whatever you want, whenever you want. I’ll be there.”

Stiles knew that was a promise Derek would keep.

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violetbumblebea · 2 years

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Every now and then, Jason felt bad about lying to Dad. The man took him in, loved him, and bought him literally all the books he could ever ask for and how does he repay him? By sneaking behind his back. Moments like this, however? Really cement why none of the Birds tell their father shit.

"Dad," Jason groaned, slumped next to the man in the back of their limo, "why do we have to visit Two-Face of all people?" Jason attempted to make eye-contact with Alfred through the review mirror to convey his general sense of misery. Alfred, the unsympathetic bastard, rolled up the privacy screen.

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a three piece suit, looked away from the mirror he was fixing his hair in to look at his sulking teenage son. "Harvey Dent," Bruce said, putting emphasis on the name, "is one of my oldest friends. I don't condone what he did but I'm trying to support his recovery."

This is why the Birds could never tell Bruce Wayne the truth. Bruce believed in second chances and in the inherit good of people and therapy. Bruce would never condone of his children enacting badass vigilante justice.

Jason sighed as they approached Arkham. He considered himself lucky. He had come from nothing on the streets to literally the best home in the world.

On one hand, he had the perfect dad. Bruce went to all of his plays, parent teacher conferences, and chaperoned all of his dances (which wasn't the best, but Jason wasn't complaining.) Between all of the activities of his four sons, Bruce was also a successful businessman. Truly, his dad was super human (metaphorically of course - they had checked).

While his dad was pretty much perfect, he also had a wonderful outlet in the form of the Birds.

When Jason had first joined the Wayne family, he found himself chafing under the rules and regulations of his new life. Sure, he loved his structured activities but, at times, they were so stuffy. Bruce had done all the things he was supposed to, supporting Jason's interests, throwing him in therapy, and offering a safe space at home. Something just wasn't clicking for Jason.

It wasn't until he caught Dick's frequent disappearances that he found what he had been missing - crime fighting. Apparently, Dick, in all his prepubescent angst, decided to avenge his parents' deaths and just never stopped. From then on, he had been helping Gotham's poor as Robin Hood.

Their operation in the attic (or the Nest, as Babs had nicknamed it) had only grown from there, adding Dick's friend Barbra Gordon, their stalker-turned-brother, and Bruce's kid that he had unknowingly had with an assassin.

So yeah, Jason had the perfect parental figure, great siblings, a weird spy grandpa, and an outlet for burning energy and beating up bad guys. All in all - not so bad.

What would make his life even better? If his dad would stop visiting a crazy murderer once a week and dragging one of them along with him!

"Come on, Jaybird" his dad said, holding the door to the limo open for Jason. "Let's go tell Uncle Harvey about your role as Iago in "Othello"!"

Jason shuffled out of the limo and the door slammed behind him. He kept pace with Bruce as they approached the dark gray cement of Gotham's best and only asylum.

Time to hang out with the Uncle that Jason had thrown into jail two months ago. Fun.

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Obv. this isn't done! I intend to keep writing for this :) It's been awhile and I'm trying to clear some cobwebs lol. Hope you like it well enough :)

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elena-mayfair · 1 year

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Choices that shape the future

Paring: Bruce Wayne x f!reader, Batman x f!reader Genre: Thriller, mystery, with elements of slow-burn romance Warnings: rating T+/M, strong language, themes of depression, depictions of mental illness Summary: You tried to conceal your excitement, but your heart was pounding in your chest like crazy, for you found yourself in a movie-like scenario that frightened you more than anything you had received from Gotham so far. Close encounters with death, the nightly escapades through the city, the chases, the gun to your head, the nightmares, and everything that happened yesterday seemed like nothing, a complete triviality compared to the situation you were currently in. Suddenly snapping at a masked vigilante seemed much easier than having a polite conversation with a gentleman like Bruce. Word count: 11k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors. Pictures made by me.

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"Where are we going?" you asked, quickening your step to catch up with Batman. He did not look at you. He walked half a step ahead of you with his head raised high and eyes focused on the distance. As you followed him, you couldn't help but wonder, is he doing this to protect you from a potential threat, or is he seeing things that you don't see? It didn't seem to you that he was especially observant of his surroundings, and yet your instincts told you that he didn't have to, that he just knew. "Batman?" you tried again to get his attention.

"I have to show you something," he replied shortly yet the coolness of his voice took on a different tone. There was something gentle in it, something strangely familiar.

"You've already said that, but I'd appreciate it if you weren't so mysterious! Can you do it?"

"No," came the dry reply, and again something else crept into his tone, a barely audible shadow of amusement.

"You really like this freaking word, don't ya?" you sighed frustrated, "your friends aren't coming with us?"

"No."

"And are we going far?" you continued with questions," come on man, give me something!"

He did not answer. He only kept walking with a steady, heavy pace while his cape brushed the ground beneath his feet with each step. You watched him, this mysterious figure covered in black, with his face hidden under a cowl, in an armored suit, with a long cape ensuring additional cover in the midst of the night. "Like a figure from myths, and yet so real," you thought.

Batman led you to the exit of the district, through the stone arches topped at its peak by the iron Amusement Mile, outside toward a black car hidden in the shadows of the night. For the first time, you could get a close look at the beast you tried to escape from not so long ago, and you realized that the attempt was pointless. The beautiful car, shining in metallic black, was vaguely similar to a sports car, but definitely much more modified. You had never seen such wide exhaust pipes, such a low profile, such thick tires mounted on a sports car, such shiny rims, such black paint, such bright lights, and such black windows. Wide vents rose on the front hood, providing air flow, to what you could only assume was a powerful engine.

"Damn…" you stopped in awe, "how long did you look for a mechanic who would take on such a job?"

"I didn't," Batman answered but seeing your surprised face he added, "I did it myself."

You were speechless. A million thoughts and questions popped into your head in an instant but they all merged into one. "Who is he? Who is the man who hides his face under the mask?" The passenger door opened and Batman was suddenly right behind you.

"Get in," he ordered.

"Hey, you don't expect me to jump into your car without even knowing where we're going! Mom said you shouldn't get in the car with strangers!" you threw in his face.

"Your mom probably also said that you shouldn't get into trouble, and here you are," you got the impression that he was amused by this banter, "I won't repeat myself."

"You want me to just trust you? That's rather unreasonable…"

"Are you afraid?" he asked, getting dangerously close to you.

"No…" you replied confidently and to your surprise, there was no fear in you.

"Then don't make me force you…"

You didn't want to push his limits. You got into the car and he closed the door behind you, then walked around the car and sat in the driver's side. You tried not to stare at either him or the interior of the car, but it was mind-blowing. The latest technology, countless indicators, and displays that probably showed things other than the speed and revs of the engine. An onboard computer that seemed more suited for a government jet than a modified sports car. Leather black upholstery, leather seats, and that smell, of leather and wood and musk, a smell that strangely seemed familiar to you.

"Fasten your seat belt," he commanded in a stern tone then started the engine, its growl resonated within you.

The force of acceleration crushed your stomach into the back of your seat as the car sped up to a hundred in a split second. The city behind the window seemed to dissolve into one colorful blur passing by in a flash as the Batmobile sped through the streets. Despite his immense speed, Batman remained completely calm and in absolute control. With one hand loosely resting on the armrest, he drove the car effortlessly. Buildings, lights, people appeared and disappeared before you could catch a glimpse of them, leaving you unable to figure out the direction of travel. You gave up. Resigned, you looked at him, and your eyes met. He kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, only to focus his gaze back on the road.

"You're watching me," you stated, "if you want to ask me something, just ask."

"Usually people are more anxious in my presence…" he pointed out while his watchful eyes glared at you once again, "you seem completely calm."

"Does it bother you that I'm not afraid of you?"

He remained silent.

"I have no reason to be afraid of you," you continue, trying to avoid another awkward silence, "I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Wrong? No…" his low gruff tone seemed to reach deep into your core, "stupid? Yes."

"Was that stupid that I wanted to help a friend after you refused me?"

"It was stupid that you decided to go alone into the depths of the Amusement Mile. You were lucky the Joker wasn't there."

"I'm not afraid of him!" you quipped feistily, "besides if it weren't for your friends, the situation wouldn't have escalated! They were the ones who attacked her!"

"Are you trying to say that Dr. Quinzel was only defending herself?"

"No…" you replied quietly, "she pulled a gun on one of them. The one in red suit," you admitted reluctantly, "but if they hadn't appeared none of this would have happened!!!"

"If they hadn't shown up, there's no telling what would have happened to you now."

"Why do you even care?"

Batman once again did not answer. He couldn't. Because how could he tell you that your safety had become very important to him. How could he tell you that he didn't want to see you get hurt, that it annoyed him that you were getting yourself into dangerous situations. How could he confess something he didn't want to admit even to himself, that he liked your company, that for the first time in a very long time he began to catch his thoughts involuntarily running in your direction when he wasn't watching them. To your smile, to your sincerity, to the ease with which he found himself talking to you, to the sparkle in your eye when you presented your project to him, to the ferocity in your voice when you tried to defy him, to the smell of your perfume that wafted through the office every time you arrived at work. Batman couldn't confess what he didn't want to admit to himself, that he had made this case personal.

The buildings, streets and streetlights disappeared outside the window giving way to a vast blackness. Gotham Bay appeared as quickly as it disappeared only to be replaced by countless trees appearing one after another in the fading brightness of the headlights. Before you had time to figure out the destination, the car slowed down, in front of the iron gate of Arkham Asylum. As if on command, the gate opened and you for the first time found yourself on the grounds of the asylum. Batman steered the car between the buildings of the Medical Facility, Penitentiary, and Visitor Center, which, up close, seemed even eerier than you remembered, only to stop the car in front of the Intensive Treatment building.

"Pull that hood on, and do not pull it down under any circumstances," he commanded, "whatever happens, follow my lead."

You didn't feel like defying him. His stern look and the seriousness of his voice were enough to freeze the blood in your veins. You pulled your hood over your head, nodded silently, got out of the car and without a word followed him straight toward Intensive Treatment.

You wanted to look around, your natural curiosity trying to take over you as Batman opened the door to the building and stepped inside, holding the door behind him and letting you enter. He didn't look around. Once again, it seemed to you that he didn't have to. With your head bowed you glanced stealthily at your surroundings from under your hood, wary of exposing your face. The gray floor, the gray-greenish walls, the blinking pale light, the bars everywhere, you tried covertly to capture your surroundings but what you saw made a cold shiver run down your spine.

"Stay close," you heard a quiet command and you quickened your step, matching his.

"Why did you bring me here?" you asked in a whisper.

"You'll see…" he replied quietly then turned towards the massive metal door separating the admission area from the true asylum. The door creaked quietly under his pressure but before he could pass through it a man jumped out of the security guards' room, a gun he held in his hands was pointed towards the floor but he had his finger placed on the trigger. "He doesn't look like a hospital guard…"

"Batman?" he asked surprised and from under the hood you saw as the tense muscles in his hand loosen.

"Cash," Batman didn't even look at him. You were beginning to think that this was in his habit.

"Batman you know the rules," the guard took two steps forward, "no civilians in the Intensive Treatment Center," from under the hood you could see he was looking at you.

"She is with me," were the only words he said. Without waiting for his further reaction, let alone permission, he opened the door and let you in.

Gray and green once again surrounded you on all sides making the black, masked figure walking half a step in front of you seem strangely comforting. The sound of his heavy boots echoed off the worn tiles with a rhythmic thud, interrupted time and again by noises you'd rather not hear. Somewhere from the distance the echo brought a scream, from another direction came deranged laughter followed by a growl and a hollow thump. The creaking metal made you turn sharply back, but there was nothing there. Someone screamed again, a piercing maniacal shriek of pain and despair that broke off as suddenly as it began. Another door opened with a creak and, just like before, Batman held it to let you in. The atmosphere around you seemed to grow darker and darker, with only the green-yellow light continuing to flicker inexorably. The darkness in front of you seemed safe, and yet you kept looking back time and again as if expecting a bright light in the distance. That warm, bright, welcoming light, like from your nightmare, the one that could burn you alive.

The screech once again shattered the silence so suddenly that you ran up closer to Batman almost crashing into him.

"I thought you weren't afraid…" he looked at you warily.

"I'm not afraid, but this place is fucking creepy…" you whispered, "why did that guard there had a gun?"

"Guards working in this wing have to carry guns," he replied, "the most dangerous criminals are kept in here. The weapons are for their protection should someone try to escape."

"Has anyone ever escaped?"

"Joker did," your eyes met again when Batman stopped in half step and turned towards you, "Joker was held right here, now as you well know, he is on the loose."

"You brought me here to show me where Harleen should be?"

"No," he replied and added after a pause, "I brought you here to show you where she was working."

"Why?" you asked almost silently. Batman merely moved close enough to you to block out all the light and surround you in complete darkness.

"Because you keep putting yourself in danger…" he looked deep into your eyes and from under the cover of the darkness of his mask you could see the barely visible blue of his eyes, "because you need to understand, really understand, what you're getting yourself into and my words don't seem to be enough."

"He has blue eyes…"

A scream shattered the silence unexpectedly making you involuntarily flinch.

"Don't be afraid…" the husky voice drew your attention again, "you are safe with me."

"I'm not afraid…"

Batman merely turned around and with a quiet "mhm" continued down the hall. You were sure that he was about to open another door and in a moment you would see cells full of prisoners, the most dangerous criminals in Gotham, but instead, he turned into a side corridor leading towards the freight elevator. Without a word, he sent the elevator upward then fired his grappling gun and hooked it to the elevator floor.

"Come on," he extended his hand toward you, "I won't lead you through Holding Cells," with one hand stretched upward, the other held out toward you, he waited.

"Are we going down?" you asked while placing your hand in his armored glove.

"Just a bit, we have to go down to the lower level," he pulled you close to him and put his arm around your waist tightly.

"You're not going to drop me?" you hesitated, placing your hand on his chest, and to your surprise, Batman smiled. A gentle smirk appeared under the cowl and you immediately knew that you would not forget this sight any time soon.

"I won't…" he muttered quietly then tightened his grip firmly on your waist and slowly lowered you to a deeper level.

The dampness immediately hit your body and nose. An earthy, murky, rotten dampness as if suddenly you were below the surface of the earth. But this was no damp cave, just an old dusty, unused corridor, the same as the ones above only more decayed. Batman stood you on the ground and waited to move his hand away until he was sure you were standing firmly.

"You can remove your hood, there's no one here."

You did as he instructed. Your hair, hidden under the hood, spilled loosely over your black leather jacket, and you couldn't help but notice that his eyes lingered on you.

"I know, I know," you stuck an unruly strand behind your ear, "they wave when it's humid."

"It's not far now…" he again assumed a statuesque posture then made his way towards the depths of the corridor.

You walked in complete silence for several long minutes. The Dark Knight in front of you, as always by half a step, and you behind him. Now free of the hood, not forced to hide your face, you could look at him, watch him in fact. In the small narrow corridor, he seemed even more imposing than when you saw him on the bridge. He was tall, taller than you by over a head, and the pointed ends of his cowl only added to the illusion of height. Powerful and broad in the shoulders, like two average men combined, he seemed to fill the entire space, and his armored suit and black cape only added to his magnitude. Yet despite his size, he moved gracefully, without the heaviness you would expect from such a towering man. Aside from the heaviness of his boots, his entire silhouette seemed to be slender but strong, muscular but graceful, strong but gentle at the same time. "And he's got blue eyes."

"You're staring…" you heard a quiet amusement.

"I am not!" you denied but did not hide the amusement in your own voice, "hey, mister dark and brooding! Have you seen yourself in the mirror! You should be used to it by now!"

"We are here…" as with a snap of the fingers the amusement disappeared replaced by cold seriousness. This time Batman didn't walk inside first, instead he stood at the entrance to a small room and looked at you meaningfully, "see for yourself."

A breach in the wall. The breach in the wall was the first thing that caught your eye. A huge hole starting in the middle of the wall, going upward all the way to the upper level.

"Explosion…" you whispered and Batman merely nodded.

You entered the room uncertainly. Blood. Splattered in a wide trail on the wall had already blackened from the passage of time and yet it was impossible to mistake it for anything else. The image of Harleen taking a wide sweep and delivering a blow to the guard immediately appeared in your mind.

"Baseball bat…" you looked at him looking for confirmation.

"I didn't know what tool she used, until today."

You turned around slowly and looked at the opposite wall. The gray-green tiles were riddled with bullet holes. The pattern started at head height only to slowly make its way downward. You imagined, clearly and in detail, a guard shooting at the attacking Harleen, then falling to the floor knocked down by the blow, firing a few more rounds.

"He tried to stop her…" your gaze wandered in his direction again.

"He's in a coma."

You sighed heavily. You wanted so badly to believe that it was all just Joker's manipulation. You wanted so badly to believe that Harleen was just a victim, that he had forced her, taken advantage of her. You wanted so badly to help her. You walked over to the desk which, by the level of clutter, looked like it had been used for months.

"Do you have a flashlight?" you asked Batman even though some part of you didn't want to look at the pictures hanging on the wall. Batman walked over to you, stood behind your back and illuminated the room.

"My god…" you sighed, losing the remnants of your delusion. Photos, newspaper clippings, articles, printouts, all of them about Joker, all adorned with hearts painted in red lipstick. "Harl what have you done…"

"She needs help…" a low, husky voice just behind you brought a shiver onto your skin, "she needs help but not the kind of help you are able to offer her."

You turned to him and your eyes met again. There was no coldness or contempt in him, only a quiet voiceless hope, a quiet voiceless plea for understanding and trust.

"I will help her…" he continued, "trust me. I will do what is in my power to help her but I will do it my way."

"You refused…"

"I didn't refuse because I didn't want to help her. I refused because I didn't want to help you," he spoke calmly and softly while his eyes seemed to look straight into your soul, "I didn't want to put you in harm's way."

"That I did myself," you smirked.

"Can you trust me?" he asked with complete seriousness.

"And do you trust me that I only had good intentions?"

"I do," you smiled upon hearing his answer, not quite understanding why you cared so much.

"Then I trust you too," you replied gazing straight into his eyes, "I trust that you know what to do."

It seemed to you that for a moment the blue of his eyes shone through the blackness of his mask once again. That for a moment the mask seemed to disappear revealing the man hidden underneath, the man who was relieved to hear your words, the man who for some reason cared about your safety. You wanted to ask why. You wanted to ask why he cared so much, why was he concerned, why did he send medics to your home, why did you keep meeting. There was so much you wanted to ask him.

A rustling and the sound of approaching footsteps pulled Batman out of his thoughts moments before you could register what was happening.

"Hide behind the desk and whatever happens stay out of sight," he ordered in a hushed voice.

Without looking back you slipped behind the desk, pulled your hood over your head and curled up in the corner between the desk and the wall, trying to blend in as much as possible and thanking yourself in your mind that you usually wore black. The black that concealed his figure so well in the darkness, hid him so well in the shadows, leaving only the metallic gleaming bat symbol visible on his chest.

The footsteps were approaching. Not rushed. Light. It seemed to take an eternity. Curled up against the wall, you counted the passing seconds with each heartbeat pumping adrenaline through your veins. A beat, two steps, a beat, another two steps, someone was coming in your direction. Before the flashlight filled the room blinding you completely you took one last look at Batman hidden in the darkness and a strange sense of safety calmed your pounding heart. But it wasn't pounding from fear. You were exhilarated. In the darkness, not even Batman could see the smile of excitement painted on your hooded face.

Light filled the darkness blinding you completely for a moment only to dim revealing a figure standing in the shadows.

"Jonathan…"

Professor Crane looked around the room focusing his attention on the desk. He didn't notice the shape hidden in the shadows against the opposite wall, didn't notice the glare of watchful eyes following his every move. He took a few steps toward the desk, but before he could raise the flashlight toward the top and illuminate the space where you were hiding Batman spoke.

"Are you looking for something?" he asked with a growly voice, and although the question wasn't directed at you, you trembled.

Yet Jonathan did not look surprised. From hiding, you could clearly see the frown of anger and frustration on his face.

"I've been delegated to clean up Dr. Quinzel's personal belongings and patient files," he replied in his usual calm tone, so different from the emotion on his face, "But that's nothing I should confess to you," he added before turning to face Batman. "Batman. You realize that your presence in the Asylum aggravates the patients staying here."

"Do you see any here?" the icy tone froze the blood in your veins again, "You are a man hard to find Professor Crane."

"Busy schedule," Crane replied coldly, "if you need my expertise I would suggest you make an appointment through my assistant at Eliot Memorial. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to continue with what I came here for."

"Why is the head of Eliot Memorial's psychiatric ward delegated to Arkahm? You have no jurisdiction here."

"Arkham is short staffed but you probably know that."

"Just as you know, Professor, that this is still an active crime scene and nothing can be taken from here."

"If you have any objections you should raise them with Warden Quincy Sharp. Although I'm sure the Warden doesn't know you're here." Crane remained professional yet you clearly heard a distortion in his voice, something strange, something different, something you've never heard before, "you say this is an active crime scene, and yet I don't think you're wearing a badge."

Batman came out of the shadows and took a few steps toward him, which from your concealment looked as if he was approaching without moving. He stood in front of Jonathan and growled quietly.

"You don't want to get on my bad side," he said but Jonathan remained unfazed, "leave or you'll be explaining yourself to the police."

"I have nothing to hide, I told you why I came here," he persisted.

"You have nothing to hide…" even though you couldn't see you were sure that the barely discernible smile appeared on Batman's face once again, "tell me about Marc Phillips. He was your patient wasn't he?"

"Show me your badge," Crane refused to be intimidated, "I don't have to tell you anything. And if the police are investigating his death they know where to find me."

"They do know. They're waiting for you upstairs. I think they'll have some questions for you."

Crane answered nothing, only fixed his glasses and angrily walked away.

Batman watched him disappear into the depths of the corridor for a while, and only after he heard the metal clang of the closing door and made sure Crane was out of sight and hearing range did he return to you and allow you to come out of hiding.

"We have to leave, now," his tone left no room for discussion, "we can't leave the same way we came."

"The cops are really up there?" you couldn't hold back the question.

"Yes," he confirmed, "there is another exit from here. It leads through the sewers."

"Why didn't we come through it? We would have avoided the guard."

"I chose a safer way in," he explained after which, without delaying any longer, he made his way deeper into the corridor.

Although your mind told you that you should sense fear, there was none in you. The corridor led downward and with each step became darker and tighter, so much so that you stopped seeing Batman who was walking just a few steps ahead of you. Gone were the flickering lights, gone were the rotten doors leading to unknown rooms, gone were even the creepy creaking bars, all that was left was the endless murk and the smell of decay. Trying to make out the way you traced your fingers along the morose walls, and although your mind wondered if it was water or blood, you weren't afraid. When a quietly squeaking creature scuttled across your feet you didn't flinch in fear, when a cobweb coated your face you felt only disgust. When a menacing growl and subsequent mewling sound came from the distance your mind only wondered what it was, but your heart remained calm.

"Watch your head," Batman warned illuminating the lowering ceiling with a frail light, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you whispered as if afraid that your voice would summon something from the darkness, "do you know where we're going?"

"Yes."

"I'm guessing that wasn't your plan."

"No," Batman stopped and illuminated the path under your feet, "there's about to be a rift in the ground. Be careful, it's a deep drop down," he warned again.

"What's the deal with this professor? Why do the cops want to interrogate him?" curiosity won, you had to know.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you lied, "curiosity, that's it. You seemed hostile and he didn't particularly enjoy your presence either."

"Professor Crane is connected to another investigation that doesn't involve Quinzel," he replied dismissively, "keep your curiosity out of it," he concluded then stopped abruptly, " breach down. Wait here," he ordered then jumped down and disappeared from your sight.

For a moment you stood like that, hunched over avoiding hitting your head on the vault and only the faint light piercing the floor indicated to you where the rift was. Batman disappeared and in complete silence your thoughts seemed to scream. "What is he doing here? Why was Batman so suspicious? Why was Jonathan so aggressive? What the fuck am I even doing here?" questions followed one after another, "why am I so calm? What's wrong with me?"

"Y/N…" came from down below, "you'll have to jump."

"Did you lose your goddamn mind?!" you snapped towards the two bright dots against the darkness below, "I can't see shit!"

"But I can," Batman replied, "Trust me."

"Fuck no! I'm gonna break a leg!"

"You don't have a choice. You're not planning on staying there, are you?" you didn't have to see his face to hear the infuriating grin.

"Are you having fun?!" you snarled furiously.

"A little…"

"Fuck you! I'm going back upstairs!"

"How?" the question did not require an answer, "You have to trust me. I'll catch you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Cursing under your breath, you sat down on the edge of the rift in the floor and hesitated. It was not fear. Rather, it was pure, cool logic telling you that you don't know how deep the hole goes, how far to the ground, how high above it you are and what awaits you below.

"I swear if I break my leg I'll kill you," you growled one last time then pushed off with your hands and slid down. Before you could even feel the rush of air Batman's strong arms wrapped around you and stopped you in mid-air before your feet could touch the ground.

"It wasn't so terrible was it?" a husky voice sounded right next to your ear.

"You are asking way too much of me," you replied as you opened your eyes, "I tend not to trust people."

"Why?" still holding you in his arms, with one hand under your knees and the other wrapped around your waist he observed you closely.

"As you've probably noticed by now, I don't have a very good sense when it comes to people," remarkable how delicate he seemed compared to the strength he displayed, "I usually don't trust at all, or if I do, I trust entirely and then…well you already know."

"You couldn't have known…"

"It's not just about Harleen," anxiety crept in, anxiety you couldn't hide while being so close to him, "people…. did me wrong more times than I could count."

"That's what usually happens when someone has a good compassionate heart," the blue broke through beneath the darkness of his mask again, and something new emerged in his deep husky voice. Sympathy.

"How can you know? You don't know me…" you tried to shrug it off.

"I have a good sense of people," he murmured quietly then released his hand from under your knees and, further belaying your back, allowed your feet to make contact with the ground. "Let's go. We're almost outside."

You tore your eyes away from him and finally looked around at your surroundings. The dark corridor disappeared giving way to wide, expansive sewers. Greenish brown water flowed in a lazy stream down the middle of the sewer, bringing with it a stench stronger than the one you smelled in the corridors above. Mold, rot, mildew, shimmered in all shades of green against the reds and browns you preferred not to name.

"Damn…" you cursed quietly, "I'm going to stink like a sewer all day tomorrow…" you muttered, "Fuck! I'm going to reek of sewers all day tomorrow!!!" the dread finally came to mind, " Fuck fuck fuck!"

"You will survive…"

"You don't understand anything! Tomorrow is Saturday!"

"And?"

"I have a super fucking important date tomorrow!"

"You'll reschedule…"

"No fucking way!" you denied immediately, "No way in hell I'm gonna reschedule that! There are some meetings you simply do not reschedule!"

Walking half a step behind Batman, trying to avoid the stinking water at all costs, you could not see the smile on his face. For Batman was smiling. With a sincere wide smile, at the sight of which even those who knew him would have been surprised. You couldn't have known that the thought suddenly dawned in his mind, that he too would have to make sure he didn't reek of sewers. As he climbed the old, rusty staircase you couldn't hear his thoughts that were planning a long hot shower, a sauna and his favorite perfume for tomorrow. As he opened the heavy metal door you couldn't have known how he planned that tomorrow he would tell everyone that dinner was strictly for investigation and observation purposes. When he emerged to the surface you couldn't see the expression on his face and the spark in his eyes that said he too was looking forward to tomorrow's dinner.

***

There was a time in the past, a few years ago that now seemed distant as if it belonged to another life, when Bruce thought for a moment that he could have it all. When he thought he could have a social life, a successful career, that he could sacrifice his body and mind for a mission and combine it all with a love life. It was a brief moment, a brief delusion that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Her name was Andrea, and Bruce loved her so much that for a brief naive moment he even thought he could leave his mission for her, that he could stop being Batman. When everything fell apart Bruce painfully realized that there was no room for love in the life he had chosen for himself, at least not romantic love. He never regretted that moment for it taught him a lot. It taught him that even though he considered himself a loner who didn't trust anyone, the right partner could open him up, could make him open the heart he had closed to the world when he was just a young boy, could make him dare to love. He also taught him that despite the abilities he had, he was only human, and like any human being, he couldn't have it all. He could have been Bruce Wayne, a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and CEO of Wayne Enterprises. He could have been Batman, the Dark Knight, one of the three founders of the Justice League, and protector of Gotham. But he could not be Bruce, the loving boyfriend, devoted husband, and father. He couldn't have it all.

Over the years, women passed through his life. Some came and went so quickly that he didn't remember their names or faces. Others stayed for longer, like Selena, who was more or less always a part of his life. And there was Y/N. She appeared suddenly, accidentally, completely out of nowhere, but Bruce had a strange feeling that she wouldn't disappear from his life any time soon. And for the first time in a very long time, he had to admit to himself that he didn't want that at all. A random conversation, a random meeting, one smile, one look, a few bad decisions she had made, that was all it took for him to want more. For with her, Bruce for some reason was simply himself. He wasn't the Bruce Wayne the tabloids wrote about. He wasn't the Bruce Wayne they bowed to in the corridors of Wayne Tower, whom everyone wanted to shake hands with at lavish events, whose face was lit up by hundreds of flashes everywhere he went, with her he was simply Bruce. Just Bruce.

Choosing a suit for the evening, Bruce could not help but wonder if he was making the right decision. In the privacy of his dressing room, away from prying eyes, he replayed his encounters with Y/N over and over again in his mind, trying to understand his own actions. The dinner invitation was an impulse that he immediately tried to explain to himself, as a need for observation and investigation. However, he quickly rebuked himself knowing full well that his intention was quite different. There was something about her that would not let him simply move on, and she did not make it easy for him either, both when he met her as Bruce and as Batman. She was so effortless when she talked to him, so unpretentious, so natural, brave, stubborn, passionate, so real. He didn't intimidate her as Bruce, he didn't scare her as Batman, and it fascinated him immensely. Yet despite this, the years of experience which in the blackness of his hair slowly began to shine with single silver strands, placed their burden on him. A burden that reminded him... "you will ruin her life."

A knock on his bedroom door pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he threw towards the door as he took a classic black suit off the hanger.

"Hey, Bruce," Dick entered his bedroom carrying in his hands freshly ironed shirts, "Alfred asked me to drop these off for you," he explained placing the shirts perfectly flat on the bed, "Are you going out?"

"I have a meeting," Bruce replied evasively. He knew his boys, knew what to expect, and preferred to avoid it.

"Steel gray," Dick pointed a finger at an elgan suit hanging in the depths of the closet, "steel gray and a black shirt. You're going on a date not a business meeting."

"It's not a date," he really didn't want to continue the subject, "Y/N continues to be part of the investigation, and a link to Quinzel and by extension to the Joker. We don't know what kind of…"

"Yes yes, whatever," Dick interrupted him with a smile of amusement, "still, a gray suit and a black shirt."

"It's not a date."

"Is that why you used Parfums de Marly instead of the typical Armani Code?"

"The sewers under Arkham tend to leave an unpleasant stench…"

"Bruce! Come on!" Dick threw him an amused look, "you took a civilian on a tour through Arkham and now you're going on a date with her and trying to bullshit me that it's strictly business."

"We know nothing about her except that she's unreasonable, she's friends with Harleen, and she's a brilliant engineer."

"You looked her up," Dick stated.

"As much as you needed to…" controlling his voice and facial expression came naturally to him. Just as naturally came to Dick deciphering his behavior. No one but Alfred knew him as well as he did.

"No way…" astonishment appeared on Dick's face, "you didn't look her up! You, Batman, didn't check her out! You must really like her."

"She's my employee," Bruce stated firmly, "to conduct a full investigation into her and her past based only on a string of random events would be highly unethical."

"You've done more for far lesser reasons," Dick noted.

"Are you implying something?"

"I'm not implying anything! I'm stating facts!" Dick smiled broadly, and although Bruce was irritated by the tone of the conversation, he couldn't be angry with him. With the same kind smile Dick walked up to him and while placing his hand on Bruce's shoulder he said, "it's okay to want to try, to want to be happy."

"Dick I know you have good intentions but…"

"You know she covered Tim when Harley pointed the gun at him?" Dick interrupted him, "without a moment's hesitation she jumped between him and the pointed gun."

"Jason told me," Bruce nodded, "Tim was mad at himself for dropping his guard off."

"That's really all you got out of it! She doesn't even know him and when in danger she jumped right into the line of fire! Who does that?"

"Someone who doesn't understand the danger they're in."

"Or someone who is brave enough to stand up for a stranger…" Dick looked at him meaningfully, "Isn't that what we do? Isn't that what you've been training us to do for all our lives?"

"Your point?"

"All I'm saying is that she's cool! And I'm glad you going on a date with her!" he grinned, "don't fuck this up."

"It's not a date," Bruce reiterated with stubbornness.

"I'll tell Alfred not to wait up for you!" Dick threw in with a broad smile and before leaving the bedroom he added, "steel gray and black shirt! Trust me!"

"It's not a date…" you repeated in your mind stubbornly dumping out the contents of your closet in a desperate attempt to find something suitable for the occasion. "It's Bruce freaking Wayne! He dates models and actresses not freaking nerdy engineers!" you explained to yourself while shuffling black clothes from one pile to another. "It's not a date, right? Why would he invite me to dinner?" you wondered discarding your jeans and black shirt, "fuck! why did I agree to this!"

You overslept. After an evening and a night full of excitement, you overslept. Going to bed at three o'clock in the morning you planned to fall asleep quickly and get up at ten o'clock at the most, but your awakened mind had other plans. You couldn't sleep. Every time you closed your eyes Batman appeared in his intimidating demeanor, with his deep husky voice saying "trust me" assuring you "I will catch you," looking you deep in the eyes and saying "you are safe with me." You tossed from side to side while his intense presence returned repeatedly. "Promise me that you will stay out of trouble," he asked on the way back from Arkahm, "Harleen or the Joker may appear. If that happens if you feel in danger, call me. I'll come," he assured as he handed you a small bat-shaped transmitter before you left his car. How you were supposed to fall asleep when adrenaline burned in your veins relentlessly.

For a moment you thought of calling Jonathan. Calling him and asking if he would come over, or at least talk to him for a while. Talking to him was slowly becoming the only solace you were finding. Something you had feared not so long ago was now becoming a pleasant daily routine. But you quickly decided against it. You merely swallowed the pills he gave you and, while watching the moon slowly setting in the brightening sky, you finally fell asleep. But it was not the good regenerative sleep your body and mind were desperate for. It was a sleep filled with nightmares and fear, feelings of despair and helplessness, pain and suffering, and when you finally woke up from it, you regretted that you had decided to go to sleep at all.

Six o'clock in the afternoon was approaching mercilessly and you were slowly beginning to panic. "It's not a date! It's a casual meeting!" you explained to yourself while trying to find something appropriate for the occasion. The pants didn't seem classy enough, the jeans didn't work at all, the shirt seemed too businesslike, and the cashmere sweater although elegant remained a sweater. "I don't have anything to wear!" you let frustrations out loud, "after everything that's happened lately, all I need is to stress over a dinner with the most desirable guy in Gotham!"

Yet for you, Bruce was not at all the man that the tabloids wrote about. He wasn't the playboy who appeared in public each time with a different woman, he wasn't the guy who got the Russian Ballet's performance canceled after he spontaneously took the prima ballerina and the entire cast on a yacht cruise, he wasn't one of the most influential people in the world, to you Bruce was just Bruce. That charming man who one evening decided to walk you home when you had not yet realized the dangers that lurked in Gotham. Who smiled warmly when you marveled at the city's architecture, who listened to your babbling when you outright insulted him to his face and only responded with a warm look and a kind smile because he did not "want to spoil this delightful evening," who never for a moment made you feel like you were inferior. Yes, he was the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, but even in that role he always made sure you felt comfortable around him. It was the little things that counted. A kind smile, a sincere interest, the fact that he didn't close the door behind him when you were alone in your office, encouragement, approval, understanding. And that infuriating smirk. In the frantic turmoil of the past week's events, you didn't even have time to think about it for long, but now, as you put on your elegant knee-length black dress and styled your hair loosely pinned up, you had to admit to yourself, you liked him, and the idea of having dinner together was only becoming more exciting with each passing minute.

You took care of every detail. Natural but classy makeup, silver jewelry for you hated gold, a clutch purse, a dress elegant but paired with a casual suede jacket; after all, it wasn't a date. You never wore stilettos, and although you felt they would have been appropriate for the occasion you decided to opt for mid-calf heeled boots. And you topped it all off with your favorite perfume, praying in your mind that a far too long shower killed the odor of the sewers.

"Classy but without overdoing it," you assessed approvingly while looking at your reflection in the mirror, "maybe it's a good thing I overslept. At least I didn't have time to think about what the hell I am doing!"

You grabbed your favorite bracelets from the dresser and a watch that indicated 5:50 p.m. "At the last minute, as always! I'm a disaster! I could have slept longer! Oversleep to meeting with the Bruce Wayne! Pathetic!"

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and were already reaching for your lipstick when the soft, deep growl of the engine sounded quietly outside the window. You paused with your hand halfway to your lips. Lured by the unexpected sound, you walked to the window, pushed back the curtain, and froze. Your heart stopped for a moment as the warmth of a blush came over your face. "Holy shit…"

Four stories below, a silver-gray Lamborghini Murciélago parked on the side of the street, while you slowly began to realize that both the car and its owner were waiting for you. For a moment you watched as Bruce got out of the car, walked around it so that he was standing on the passenger side, leaned nonchalantly against the car and glanced toward your window. The suit so similar in color to the car's paint contrasted with the black shirt and tie making you suddenly feel underdressed. He smiled when your eyes met and your heart skipped a beat, waved discreetly and you understood what the tabloids meant when they wrote about "the most desirable man in Gotham." You smiled, waved to him, and with a pounding heart headed for the door, at the last minute swallowing the two pills Crane had given you.

Bruce knew he would never forget the sight of Y/N when he saw her in the glow of the evening lights. The sincere smile she gave him, the sparkle in her eyes as she walked towards him, the scent of jasmine that approached him with her every step. Black dress but no stilettos, elegant jacket but hair loosely pinned up as if she didn't want to do it at all, so normal, so real, so effortless. Over the years he had got used to the fact that the women around him were always trying too hard, straining too much, trying to impress him. The newest fashion trends, the most expensive designer clothes, nails for hundreds of dollars, hair for thousands, fake breasts, fake lips, fake personality. Their every move, every word, every gesture was coldly calculated, carefully balanced, aimed at seducing him or using him for his influence. But not her, she was real, and she didn't care one bit about it all.

"Are you trying to impress me Mister Wayne?" she smiled playfully closing the distance between them.

"Perhaps I am. How am I doing so far?" he returned the smile, leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. She stiffened a little surprised by his gesture only to return the kiss a second later.

"You look dashing in a gray suit," she replied coquettishly, "I should have asked beforehand where we were going. I have a feeling I'm dressed totally inappropriately for the occasion."

"Not possible," even though his mind suggested that he should keep his distance the flirtation came naturally, "you look lovely."

She smiled sweetly as a gentle blush covered her cheek. He didn't want to make her feel embarrassed but he couldn't hold back the compliment.

"Shall we?" he asked, opening the passenger door and offering her his hand as courtesy demanded. With a sparkle in her eye, she took his hand, and although he could clearly see that she had never gotten into a sports car, she maintained complete grace.

The scent of jasmine filled the entire car as he took his own seat behind the wheel and started the engine. He looked at her, at her smiling face, at her sparkling eyes, at her hands folded elegantly on her lap, at the dress that ended just before the knee, and he couldn't help but think how different she looked just a few hours ago. Gone was the fierceness on her face, gone was the mixture of fascination and fear of the unknown in her eyes, gone was the sarcasm and frustration. Despite yesterday's unusual circumstances he truly enjoyed her company, but at the same time he knew he would enjoy it even more today.

You tried to conceal your excitement, but your heart was pounding in your chest like crazy, for you found yourself in a movie-like scenario that frightened you more than anything you had received from Gotham so far. Close encounters with death, the nightly escapades through the city, the chases, the gun to your head, the nightmares, and everything that happened yesterday seemed like nothing, a complete triviality compared to the situation you were currently in. Suddenly snapping at a masked vigilante seemed much easier than having a polite conversation with a gentleman like Bruce. For he was a true gentleman in every little gesture he made. His kiss on the cheek was brief and polite, his glances did not linger on you, there was no hubris in his attitude when he gave you a compliment nor pretend in his gestures when he offered you a hand to make it easier for you to get in and out of his sports car. It seemed that everything he did came effortlessly to him, but you paid attention to every single gesture, to every single glance. To the fact that on your way to the restaurant he positioned himself on your left closer to the street, to the fact that when opening the door he stepped inside first only to hold the door for you, to the way he kindly helped you take off your jacket when you got to your table only to get your chair before he himself sat down next to you.

You felt strange when everyone bowed at the sight of him as if everyone knew who he was except you. Valet, bowed at the waist taking the keys from him and a far too large tip. The host greeted him with a polite "Mister Wayne! It's an honor to have you and your lovely companion with us tonight," and the wine was brought to your table by the restaurant owner himself, who bowed low to him and kissed your hand to Bruce's evident displeasure.

"It's beautiful here," you remarked, as you looked around at your surroundings. The restaurant may not have been the most expensive in town but it had an elegance and simplicity about it that gave the interior a warm and cozy aura.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied sincerely, "the best tagliatelle with white truffles in town. I know the head chef, he's incredibly talented," there was no hubris in his words and yet you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. You looked around the room, at the restaurant staff who fled shyly away from your gaze, at the other guests who whispered in hushed voices casting not-so-subtle glances in the direction of your table. Everyone without exception was interested in you.

"Ignore them," a soft low voice drew your attention. While you were observing your surroundings, Bruce was observing you. He smiled apologetically and added, "They're always talking, always staring. Forgive me, I should book the whole restaurant."

"No, don't apologize! That would only be weird! It's just…" your gaze shot toward the blonde woman in the red dress who was clearly talking down about you, "it doesn't bother you does it? You're used to it."

"I've lived my whole life under the watchful gaze of Gotham's elite, it doesn't affect me anymore," he admitted.

"Gotham seems to have opinions about you," you stated while taking a small sip of your wine, "billionaire, playboy, most desirable bachelor…" you listed the headlines with a playful smile.

"Well well, someone discovered the internet," he smirked.

"Hey, don't mock me, mister!"

"I'm not," he denied but the smirk didn't disappear from his face.

"Just because I made one stupid mistake doesn't mean I am completely ignorant!"

"I have not thought like that," he turned serious, "besides, it was one adorable mistake."

"You'll never gonna forget that aren't you?"

"I don't think so," he smirked again.

"It's so infuriating!" you sighed with amusement.

"What is?"

"This!" you pointed discreetly at his face, "this! All of this! It's infuriating!"

"My apologies," the smile disappeared from your face but remained in his eyes, "should I play serious? Should I play billionaire playboy? "

"No…" you whispered, "don't play. Just be yourself."

For a moment he answered nothing. Only his blue eyes shone as if some thought had emerged and he was considering whether he should say it out loud.

"I am…" he finally replied, "believe me, it's been a long time since…" he hesitated.

"I get it," you looked at him with understanding, "each of us plays a certain role in our lives, each of us puts on a mask and presents ourselves to the world in one way and not another. I can only imagine what that might have looked like in your case. Always in the public eye, always watched. I understand that such situations demand that you wear a mask."

"You have no idea…" something dark crept into his soft voice.

"Don't worry, I didn't believe half the stuff I read, and the other half I completely ignored," you added with a smile.

"Why?" he asked surprised.

"It's just…" this time you hesitated, not knowing what to say to make it sound appropriate.

"Just say it, don't overthink it," he insisted.

"Half the things I read didn't fit with the description to the man who walked me home," you smiled sweetly, "I would like to get to know you as you would like me to get to know you, not as the newspapers describe you," the certainty in your voice and the directness surprised you yourself. You should feel intimidated by this powerful man and yet you felt damn confident.

Bruce only smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Eyes that hid something you couldn't name. Something hidden deep beneath the surface, under the mask of perfectly styled hair, a shiny Rolex and a perfectly fitted suit. A mystery.

You were silent, suspended in each other's eyes, suspended in gentle smiles, between soft music and aggressive glances, as if you were both planning your next move, as if there was no one else, as if you were both studying each other without saying a word. Your directness surprised him, as much as it surprised you. You saw the puzzlement that briefly appeared in his eyes. And something else. Curiosity.

The waiter appeared interrupting your wordless flirtation to take your orders. Despite the recommendation of a fantastic tagliatelle you declared, to Bruce's amusement, that you were a simple girl and ordered the gnocchi with spinach and parmesan, while Bruce ordered the Fiorentina steak.

"You don't like your wine?" Bruce asked, noting the nearly full glass.

"You're not drinking either," you pointed out, "I don't drink alcohol. Very very occasionally."

"How come?"

"It doesn't work with me," you replied honestly, "there is a lot, in here…" you tapped your finger onto your forehead, "I like to keep it under control, and alcohol has its way of letting it all loose."

"Now you just trying to get me interested," the smirk returned.

"Hey I know that dating in our thirties has its own rules but we won't talk about past traumas, ex-relationships, issues, and galloping inflation," you sneered.

"I am way past my thirties," he quipped, "but I'm glad to hear you think it's a date," the choice of your words didn't pass Bruce's notice but you didn't let him catch you in the trap of words.

"What's your excuse?"

"Surprisingly similar to yours," he replied just as honestly, "but as you said, we won't talk about past traumas and issues."

"I suppose you're tired of being seen through the lenses of past events," you began, as Bruce gestured to the waiter and asked to swap wine for sparkling water, "so tell me, who is Bruce Wayne?" the question was simple and sincere, dressed in a warm tone, inviting openness.

"Who is Bruce Wayne…" he looked at you as if weighing the words in his mind, "he is a compulsively obsessive workaholic who likes to ride his motorcycle, listens to jazz, blues, metal, and classical music, enjoys good books and freshly brewed coffee, and wishes to find a time to visit the Tibetan mountains again."

"Oh now, you just trying to impress me," you joked, "what's a good book for you?"

"King, Koontz, Abercrombie, Erikson," Bruce listed, "but I also like classical literature and philosophical works. Immanuel Kant, Aristotle, Friedrich Nietzsche, Ralph Waldo Emerson…"

"I knew you were an intellectual," you smiled cockily.

"And I dream of going to the movies," he continued, "it's been ages since I was in a movie theater!"

"We gonna have to change that," you smirked, "but you just told me what you like, not who you are. Don't think I'm not paying attention."

"The answer to that is much more complicated."

"Life is complicated Bruce," you smiled and leaned over to look at him closer, "who are you?"

"Well…" he didn't break eye contact but behind the stormy blue eyes you saw a struggle going on, "I'm a father."

This was not the answer you expected. How did this information slip away under a flurry of gossip headlines? You leaned back in your chair and looked at him with undisguised surprise and genuine curiosity.

"Well sort of…" he continued, "it's a difficult and quite strange relationship we've got. Something between father and older brother. At least with most of my boys."

"Most of?"

"Yeah," he chuckled awkwardly, "there are five of us in total, well six if you include Alfred. Dick is the oldest, he's in his late twenties. I adopted him when he was just a young boy after his parents…" he paused as if recalling a memory, "I witnessed his parents death when I was in my twenties. They were circus acrobats. The circus owner didn't want to give the mafia extortion money, and the mafia responded by cutting the acrobats' safety ropes to make it look like an accident," he visibly saddened but didn't avoid your eyes. On the contrary, he looked at you intently. Little did you know that there was a battle going on inside him, with one side wanting to talk and the other trying to stifle that urge.

"This is heartbreaking…" you whispered, feeling tears run into your eyes.

"Then there is Jason," Bruce continued, "Jason was a street kid, Gotham raised him. Our paths crossed when he tried to steal from me. That didn't work out," he smiled wryly, "Instead of an easy loot I offered him something completely different."

"Not many people would do that…"

"The next in terms of age is Tim. Tim will be seventeen this year and he came to us quite differently. A brilliant boy. His genius was sometimes a problem at school and even now as he's in college, it often gets him into trouble. I try to help him nudge his genius and talent in the right direction."

"Perhaps one day he'll be the next CEO at Wayne Enterprises," you smiled.

"Perhaps," Bruce also smiled, "the youngest of them is Damian, my biological son…" he hesitated again for a moment, "Damian is troubled. Angry, frustrated, full of resentment, just as I was when I was his age."

"How old is he?"

"Thirteen…" Bruce replied without hesitation, "For years he grew up with a mother and grandfather who, let's just say, didn't care for him as they should have. Especially his mother. Damian came to me barely three years ago, and since then it has been a continuous learning process for us."

"Where is she now?" you asked uncertainly, "his mother."

"She's not in the picture," he replied shortly, "how do you do that?" the blue of his eyes suddenly brightened and lit up with intense brightness.

"Do what?" you asked innocently.

"Making me talk," he replied and furrowed his brows as if trying to decipher something, "I don't do that. That's not how it works."

"You don't talk about yourself?" amusement mixed with surprise tinted the tone of your voice.

"No…" he replied quietly, "No, I don't. Besides, no one usually cares to ask."

"Let me guess. Women in your world are only interested in your Lamborghini, privet yacht, fancy parties, and your wallet," you snarled.

"Pretty much."

"That's sad…." your reply again brought a surprise to his face, "Bruce Wayne is such a fascinating man. Kind, compassionate, caring…"

"You must be talking about someone else…" he scoffed.

"I mean it. How many twenty-something guys would adopt a teenager who lost his parents or a street kid who tried to steal from them? I'll tell you. Not many."

"They needed a place to belong to and I could give that to them. Besides, I could relate to and understand their pain."

"Compassion…" you emphasized, "I must say, you surprised me, Mister Wayne. Tell me about Alfred, you've mentioned his name," you wanted him to continue.

"No no no, enough about me. You know now who Bruce Wayne is. Now tell me who is Y/N Y/L/N," the blue eyes stared at you intensely.

"She's definitely curious," you smirked paraphrasing his own words.

"You told me how you feel, not who you are," he too was good at this word game.

"The answer to that question is much more complicated," you replied quietly and for the first time, you lowered your gaze. You saw sincere interest in his eyes and wanted to satisfy it but how could you when you were looking for the answer to that question yourself. There were gaps in your memory, torn-out fragments, missing pieces you couldn't put together. And there was also trauma. A trauma you hadn't talked about with anyone, not even your psychiatrist. "Who am I?" the thought ran through your mind and for the first time you regretted that in your confidence you had brought up the subject. You should have anticipated this turn of events.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," you could see the sincere worry on his face. And how could he not be worried when he was well aware of things you were not telling him about. At least that's what he thought.

"You didn't," you denied, "I'm sorry. It's just… you gave me such a sincere answer, you shared something important to you, and here I am struggling to even begin to answer this question."

"You don't have to if you don't want to…"

"I feel like I owe you and," this time you hesitated, "and I really want to. It's just…"

"No pressure," he interrupted you and all you could see in his eyes was understanding, "there will be other opportunities," he assured you.

"There will?"

"I kinda wanted…damn that's gonna sound weird right now but…" he combed his fingers through his hair in embarrassment, "please don't take this the wrong way."

"I won't."

"There is this Tech Expose in Metropolis next week and I've been thinking, given your project which frankly is really great, that it would be very beneficial for you to be there," a moment ago so confident now he had something of the insecure embarrassed boy in him, which in your eyes was incredibly cute, "TechX, all the important companies in the market will be there. S.T.A.R. Labs, LexCorp, Stagg Industries, Queen Industries, and Wayne Enterprises. It's a big event. I would like you to go with me."

"And why would I take it the wrong way?"

"I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you…" he replied, "and given that I'd like to meet you again, privately, the proposal to travel to Metropolis together might be perceived as inappropriate."

"And do they have movie theaters in Metropolis?" you smirked.

"I'm sure they do," his eyes shone.

"As long as you won't fire me I'm gonna gladly mix professional and private life," you replied in a hushed voice, "cos as much as I like working at Wayne Tech I kinda want to get to know my boss a little bit closer," you added confidently.

"Good. Cos he sure wants to get to know you."

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Chapter eight: Fears

~~***~~ Author note: As I started writing this chapter I thought to myself it's gonna be a breeze to write. I knew exactly what I wanted to contain in it, what plot points needed to happen, I new how, more of less it would look like. Let me tell you guys, It wasn't. Turned out that writing Batman is much more difficult than I originally thought! It's like writing at least six different characters! Cos he is different depending on with whom he interacts. And I really wanted to convey that difference. I thought that writing two big scenes one with Bats, and another with Bruce is a brilliant idea! And I hope it turned out to be. But writing four different versions of him in one chapter was a hell of a task. I do hope it worked out as I intended. And I do hope you liked it :) I'm grateful to you all who are reading this story. I hope it's bringing you as much joy in reading as it brings me while I'm writing it, despite the struggles which I created myself. Till the next one! At the end, as always Dear Reader, I thank you for reading.

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💀 gimme your finest frights hc's please

When someone actually asks abt my FazFright HCs:

Okayyy soo, idk where to start but let's go! (this took me like 3 fucking days)

-AU takes place in like 2012-2013 but sometimes there will be stuff from like 2014-2017(or even later) in there

-Umm so first I took insperation from your hurricane paranormal society thing so most of my Fazbear Frights are in some group/organization to discuss "weird" things that they've seen, heard or that have happend to them, Greg is the founder(?) ig, cause he started it some little blog thing and ppl started adding their own stories, so it basically became some online group thing, then they started meeting up irl

-Order that people joined in: Sarah, Oscar, Isaac, Raj, Millie, Reed, Toby, Tabitha, Pete, Julius, Devon, Kelsey and Oswald

-Greg Chapman is Native Hawaiian/Polynesian, he was born December 16th, 1997 and is 15yrs old,

He has a tan/brown skin tone like Carmen ltran (@carmenltran)’s,

complete heterochromia (left eye: blue, right eye: brown) and hooded eyes,

somewhat thin lips (darker upper lip),

a downturned nose, curve starts at the dorsal bridge,

12inch, thin 2A, honey blonde hair, has a choppy wolf cut with shaggy bangs kinda style (he did it himself, or at least he tried❤️),

5’7, slender + he has a lot of freckles across his cheeks and nose and on his body

Has BDD, MDD, and ASD/Autism (Undiagnosed)

Knows some Hawaiian, primarily knows/speaks English

Likes artists like Brent Faiyaz, Steve Lacy, Kali Uchis, Gorillaz, Mother Mother, I Monster, Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Tally Hall, Roar, Surf Curse, The Cardigans, TV Girl, Alex G, Mitski, bôa, Caravan Palace, Glass Animals, The Stokes, Radiohead, Hot Freaks, Two Door Cinema Club, Foster The People, Tommy Newport, Cage The Elephant, Tame Impala, Mac DeMarco, Men I trust, Maya Hawke, Eyedress, Wham!, The Cure, The White Stripes, Tears For Fears, The Clash, Queen, October Country, Kate Bush, Sohodolls, The Dresden Dolls, The Crane Wives, Harry Nilsson, Grover Washington, Jr., Marvin Gaye, Gloria Gaynor, Earth, Wind & Fire, etc.

Greg was a nervous wreck when he started the group I mean people could think he was crazy and he was meeting new, random people on the internet + when they planned to meet up he had to come up some sort of excuse for his dad for why all of a sudden he'd constantly be leaving the house, he'd use Hadi and Cyril as an excuse most of the time (even if they weren't talking that much anymore and he was kinda avoiding them) since if he said he had other friends his dad would probably give him a whole interrogation

Contortionist

He got a bonsai tree to take care of, it’s sort of a distraction but he still enjoys it, most of what he does is a distraction anyway

Still does yoga before bed and also still really into science

He likes a lot of "girly" or "childish" things like MLP, dolls, etc.

Kinda isolates himself now so usually stays in his room watching Musicals, trying to get into new books, listening to music, doing random stuff on his laptop, etc

He got into paranormal/supernatural stuff like contacting the dead after the incident (he mostly did it because he wanted to “contact” Kimberly)

He thinks of the “Fazbear Frights” group as a safe place

Has a tinyyy (huge) crush on Millie

-Sarah .G. Patel, her mom is Indian and her dad was Zimbabwean, born April 1st 1997, 15yrs,

Has a brown skin tone like Kiara Pike's

dark brown, slender/thin almond eyes

medium-thick, natural brows + slight unibrow

round, broad nose with a slight bump on the dosal bridge

wide, two-toned lips (darker upper lip, pinker lower lip), kinda prominent cupid’s bow

Dark chocolate brown, mid-length, thick, coiled, 4B afro

5’5, Chubby + has nose, cheek and body freckles and crooked teeth

Has BDD, Bulimia and HPD (Kind of aware abt the Bulimia, well she at least is kinda aware abt eating disorders)

Voice HC: Hollyhock (Aparna Nancherla) + can only speak English but she understands Hindi

Likes shows like: The Baby-Sitters Club (1995), The Breakfast Club, Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995), Heathers (1988), Carrie (1976), Jennifer's Body, Twilight/The Twilight Saga, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Percy Jackson

Likes artists like MARINA, Olivia Rodrigo, Katy Perry, Wonder Girls, Fifth Harmony, Ariana Grande, Beyoncé, Destiny's Child, Rhianna, Aaliyah, Amerie, Ciara, Estelle, TLC, Blaque, Brandy, Kali Uchis, Erykah Badu, WILLOW, Brent Faiyaz, Men I Trust, Eyedress, Tears For Fears, Kate Bush, Madonna, Blondie, etc.

Definitely gonna make her a Constance Blackwood and/or Sayori kinnie

TBB was some sort of fever dream or something, or at least that's what it seems like

She's a bit more closed off at school and home, mostly talks to the others at the FF group

She's friends(ig) with Oscar, Tabitha(H&S) and Greg

-Millie Liú Fitzsimmons, Millie’s mom is half Puerto Rican (has Spanish and Native American descent) and half Irish, and her dad is Chinese-American, Born April 28 1997, 15yrs old

Has a tan skin tone similar to Yve/Toad (@/froggyve)

12inch, soft black, thick 2C hair, often gets frizzy

dark brown, puffy, monolid eyes

medium-thin, arched brows

broad, downturned nose with a curve starting at the dorsal bridge (basically a broad, hooked nose?)

full, tan colored lips with a soft cupid's bow

5’3, Chubby and slightly curvy + has fang-like canines and dark blue braces with elastics

Wears black frame, semi-rimless, Ray-ban Clubmaster perscription glasses with a CosTimo/Weewooday glasses chain (cross or bat ones, mostly cross) + most of the time wears full gothic makeup

Has MDD and ASD/Autism (Undiagnosed)

Voice HC: Jobu Tupaki/Joy Wang (Stephanie Hsu) + Speaks English and her dad taught her Mandarin

Likes The Cramps, The Dresden Dolls, Jack Off Jill, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Rammstein, X Ray Spex, October Country, The Stooges, Bikini Kill, The Cure, The Runaways, Tears For Fears, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, Talking Heads, Moi Dix Mois, Ghost, Fleetwood Mac, Charles Aznavour, MCR, I Monster, Le Tigre, Mother Mother, The Crane Wives, Sohodolls, Ladytron, MARINA, Queen, etc.

Probably watches/watched: The Breakfast Club, The Twilight Saga, Corpse Bride (2005), The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993), Edward Scissorhands (1990), Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007), Sleep, My Love (1948), Suspicion (1941), The Addams Family (1964-1999), Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988), Beetlejuice (1988), The Craft (1988), Carrie (1976), The Scream franchise, The Saw franchise, The Haunting (1963), Possession (1981), Poltergeist (1982), The Exorcist (1973), The Blair Witch Project (1999), Black Swan (2010), Suspiria (1977), The Ring (1998), etc.

Do I HC her to have crushes on most of the female characters? (especially Elvira) Yes.

-Reads books like Frankenstien (1818), The Vampyre (1819), Dracula (1897), Carmilla (1872), Great Expectations (1861), The Silence of the Lambs (1988), The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (1831), also a Brothers Grimm, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Ann Radcliffe, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft and Tim Burton fan

She and Kelsey are close family "friends", kinda consider eachother cousins, mostly Kelsey, he'll call Millie's parents "Auntie" and "Uncle" and just stuff like that (Millie is very against it)

She's a Romantic Goth

Got into baking recently, asking Kelsey would help a bit since knows more about it but...

Got into drawing as well

Loves humming and singing out loud but almost never does it

Not sure why she ended up joining the group

Usually doing her own thing, has a bit of small talk with people like Sarah and Greg, talks to Tabitha(Hide and Seek) the most

-Julius' thing was moved

-Devon .B. Miranda, his mom is Jamaican and his dad was Cuban (of Taíno descent), Born June 8th 1997, 15yrs old

has a dark skin tone similar to Anu Oloyede's

14inch, black, medium sized, dreads/locs (Interlocked)

has dark brown, small eyes(idk how to describe them)

downturned nose with a bulbous tip and bump on the dorsal bridge like (333zahra333/itszahraig) Zahra’s

rounded, medium brows

full, two-toned lips (darker top lip and his lower lip is pink) with a soft cupid's bow

has a moderate amount of acne, a mole under the right side of his bottom lip, one next to the left side of his nose/near his cheek + crooked teeth and a gap in bottom two front teeth

he also has a few small scars like a cut across his nose, a scar from a busted lip (it's like a cut running down the left side of his bottom lip), etc.

5’9, Skinny/Lanky

Has BPD/EUPD and ASD/Autism (Only knows that he "possibly" has BPD/EUPD) + Eczema and Asthma

Voice HC: Tyler Okonma 2009-2013(2015?), Speaks English, Patois/Patwa, and he also knows ASL

He likes Jazz, R&B, Neo Soul, Rap, Hip Hop, Indie, Alternative, Rock, Metal, Horrorcore, etc.

And artists like: MF DOOM, Kendrick Lamar, Brent Faiyaz, Odd Future, Tyler the creator, Steve Lacy, The Internet, Childish Gambino, Bell Biv DeVoe, Bruno Mars, Grover Washington, Jr., Marvin Gaye, Gloria Gaynor, Earth, Wind & Fire, Cocu, Santana, Anthony Santos, Joe Veras, Usher, Skee-Lo, Eazy-E, Mix-A-Lot, Eve, Tems, Erykah Badu, Mary J. Blige, Lil’ Kim, Missy Elliott, Brandy, Aaliyah, Kali Uchis, Gorillaz, Tame Impala, Glass Animals, The Stokes, Will Wood, Roar, Hot Freaks, Two Door Cinema Club, Foster the People, Tommy Newport, The Dresden Dolls, Eyedress, Mother Mother, Radiohead, The White Stripes, The Cure, October Country, The Cramps, The Stooges, Metallica, Skindred, Iron Maiden, Talking Heads, Fleetwood Mac, MCR, Le Tigre, Rammstein, etc.

he loves horror, from Goosebumps to Stephan King to H.P Lovecraft to Saw, even The Hills Have Eyes, and he also really loves highly disturbing and graphic stuff (he just really wants to see gore and guts) but Mick HATES horror so he never got to watch it with him much, Kelsey is more into gothic and psychological horror but at the same time he does like the thought of just watching a bunch of gore even if it has no plot, there's a VHS rental near his house, it's pretty rundown but it has a lot of his favorites

Had pretty bad seperation anxiety with Mick

He has a bad habit of biting, he bites his nails, chews on the strings of his Hoodies, there are bite marks on his hands/arms, for some concerning reason...(Just like me fr<3)

Allergic to dust + it makes his Asthma and Eczema act up

Interested in Physics and Chemistry + he likes photography and Literature (Drama and Novels)

Can play piano, kinda likes it (really likes it)

Wants to write horror novels

When he goes urban exploring he’ll take some pictures if he can, sometimes the creepy, rundown scenery inspires a setting for a story, or he just thinks its cool

His mom is a hairdresser and a cleaner

Has a slight lisp

Friends with Pete, kinda friends with Julius as well + annoys Greg sometimes (he means no harm though)

-“Kelsey” Oyindasola Grace D. Mateko, his mom is Nigerian (Yoruba) and his dad is Zimbabwean (Shona), Born September 15th 1997, 15yrs old

Has a dark skin tone like KaDija Kallon's

-Has Carolina blue, almond eyes (his eyes tend to reflect light like in pictures regardless of actual lighting, basically it always looks like he has red pupils/the “red-eye effect”)

medium-thick, bleached, straight brows

flat, round nose with low nasal bridge

full, two toned lips (darker upper lip, most of his lower lip is a pinkish color and the rest is the same color) with a soft cupid's bow

Has a mole under his right eye/close to his cheek, one on the right side of his bottom lip, and another in between his eyes/on his nose bridge more to the left side + dimples

Tooth gap and fang-like canines

Around 12inch, dyed, light golden blonde (with black roots) volumized, curly sisterlocks like Imani Goodridge’s (@imanitaylorgood)

5'10.8, Chubby

Has ocular albinism

Has Audhd, Conduct disorder and possible Bipolar disorder

Voice HC: ????, Can speak English, learning ASL from Devon and practicing French

I like to think we barely know anything about him so I can do what I want with him, I mean some people just straight up think he's not real

Likes artists like Stromae, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, Eve, Yemi Alade, Ayra Starr, Tems, Ravyn Lenae, Amerie, Rihanna, Beyoncé, TLC, Tinashe, Keri Hilson, Ciara, PinkPanthress, Erykah Badu, Eve, WILLOW, The Internet, Gorillaz, Tame Impala, MF DOOM, Mix-A-Lot, Michael Jackson, Odd Future, Kendrick Lamar, Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler the creator, Steve Lacy, Kali Uchis, Gorillaz, MARINA, Lady Gaga, Foster the People, Millionaires, Gwen Stefani, The Cramps, Mother Mother, Rammstein, October Country, The Dresden Dolls, ICP, Blondie, Harry Nilsson, Grover Washington, Jr., Marvin Gaye, Gloria Gaynor, Earth, Wind & Fire, Caravan Palace, Glass Animals, updog, Hot Freaks, Two Door Cinema Club, Foster The People, Tommy Newport, Cage The Elephant, Tame Impala, TV Girl, Alex G, Men I trust, Maya Hawke, Mitski, bôa, Eyedress, Le Tigre, etc.

Watches stuff like: Boondocks, For Colored Girls, Pose, Velvet Goldmine (1998), The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975), Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988), Carrie (1976), The Craft (1988), Get out, Us, The Blair Witch Project (1999), Black Swan (2010), Suspiria (Both versions), Corpse Bride (2005), Lolita, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970), Helter Skelter (2012), Ride the Cyclone, Heathers (1988), The Breakfast Club, Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995), etc. he also likes anime (he babysits Oswald sometimes and he got him in to it

Enjoys drawing and painting also knows how to bake and loves baking for other people

Interested in the Arts and Criminology

Has squared, clear frame glasses, usually only wears them at home

Can roller skate and skateboard but somehow doesn't know how to ride a bike

Has a Nintendo DSI XL (Metallic Rose) put a bunch of stickers and attached a few charms to it + LOVES Princess Peach, she's his main on like every game he has where she can be his main

Either freezes up/zones out or walks out of awkward/uncomfortable situations

Mostly prefers smaller crowds of people, can easily get overwhelmed

He can waack and wants to practise voguing

Plays volleyball after school

Loves Musicals, gets Devon to watch them with him

Sam (Blackbird) is his older brother, Tabitha (TBB) is his sister and he has another older sister

-Oswald Alvaro Guzman y Morales, he's Colombian (His dad is of White and Native American descent and his mom is of African descent) Born, May 1st 2001, 12yrs old

Has a brown skin tone like Jasmine Blandford (chola_girl)

Around 8inch, chocolate brown hair, in two-strand twist locs

-Has chocolate brown, almond eyes

medium-thick, straight brows

short, round nose, low bridge

full, wide, two toned lips (upper lip slightly darker than his skin tone lower lip pinkish-brown color) and a somewhat prominent cupid's bow

Ample(?), 5’1.5 + has a lot of nose and cheek freckles, also has body freckles

Voice HC: "Wybie" Wyborn Lovat (Robert Bailey Jr.), Can speak English and Spanish

Has ADHD (Undiagnosed)

His arm is almost completely healed (it was fractured) but there’s a huge, weird, bite mark looking scar on his right arm

Likes drawing, has had around 2 sketchbooks, first one was just an old, mostly empty notebook he found and his current one is a proper sketchbook that he begged his dad to get him, it’s black has a stickers on the outside, it’s mostly filled with sketches of his usual cartoonish drawings including the mechanical animals

Definitely has/uses a Nokia (2600)

Likes Mangas and Animes like: Nana, JoJo, Death Note, Soul Eater (and Soul Eater Not), Fullmetal Alchemist, Bleach, Black Butler, One Piece, Hunter×Hunter, etc.

Likes I Monster, Harry Nilsson, Earth, Wind and Fire, Foster The People, Gorillaz, Tame Impala, Tommy Newport P, GHOST (and pals), Guchiri/y, Kikuo, Moe Shop, Maretu, etc.

His gaming console is the Nintendo Gamecube “Orange Spice” and he really likes “the Legend of Zelda” games and Shadow the Hedgehog (game and character), He also likes Princess Daisy, Lemmy Koopa, Kirby, Meta Knight, Eevee, Knuckles, etc.

After his Grandma died he ended up moving to Colorado, Kelsey babysitted him most of the time since his parents were out/busy, he still does it from time to time, with pay ofc

Was only brought to the group later because Kelsey was babysitting him and Devon insisted it was fine if they just brought him with

Talks to almost no one there, usually just the others being "friendly" because he's a kid, Kelsey just let's him play on his DSI since he understands why he wouldn't want to be here

-Sadly I don't have much to say abt Reed, Pete, Oscar, Isaac or Raj, it's been a while since I read their books, but moving on

Millie thinks Tabitha(H&S) is actually pretty (really) cool, she's really confident, talkative, friendly and, loud, but Millie dosen't mind that much, though she acts like she does (she def has a crush on her)

Millie and Oswald talk from time to time, mostly about their "spoiled" cats (they mean it in an affectionate way<3)

No one there is really close with Sarah, I mean there’s Dev maybe but she doesn’t want to make anything seem more than it is (I know this sounds like she has a crush or something but I mostly, mean in a platonic way, like she doesn’t want to make it seem as if they’re close friends when they’re less than that, I say mostly because I actually may make her have a “crush” on him for like comphet reasons) she's mostly just the sweet one and that's about it, she's a bit creeped out by Kelsey though, catches him staring a lot (y'know it's funny, usually she'd be honored if a cute boy was staring at her)

Julius restraining the urge to claw out Reed's eyes every group meet up<3

Julius also desperately needs a wheelchair (walking with crutches for such a long period of time gets tiring) but his parents can't exactly afford it

At group meetings Kelsey literally talks to no one BUT Devon (and well, Oswald) like I don't even mean he only has conversations with him I mean if he isn't talking to him he'll just be standing or wandering around looking lost and shit (he thinks the others seem nice but he can barely even make eye contact)

My AU's Kelsey isn't an entity or whatever he's just a weirdo and got into some concerning shit (kinda like Vanny basically) + Kelsey doesn't get lured into the suit, Dev was planning to but Kelsey got really apologetic and shit and it kinda made him feel like awkward and guilty, Dev was still kinda considering it but then Mick kinda interfered

Kelsey does go missing the same day he was supposed to die, Mick and Devon don't tell anyone about the fact that they were kinda the last people who were aware of his whereabouts, etc.

Either way Kelsey doesn't die (kinda) so that's the important thing

Kelsey has some weird mini Freddy Fazbear robot-doll thing that he keeps in his room, Dev says it's cool but Mick thinks it's, off(Yes, it's a Lonley Freddy, Yes, it's Alec)(when one of your 7-8th grade besties is trapped in some weird robot doll thing you have and you don't even know😋)

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