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inkareds · 1 year

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The Book of You and I

Jason Todd

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 4k

✧.* genre: SFW // fluff and angst

✧.* warnings: major character death, grief, Jason is both Red Hood and Robin, insignificant talks of drug use (Roy Harper lmao) (inspired by The Book of You & I by Alec Benjamin)

"There were so many chapters that we never got to write."

“Jason! Could you please use the door like a normal person when you’re not sneaking in?!” You yelled out exasperatedly when you hear the familiar incessant knocking on your window.

As you walked over to open the blinds and the window to let Jason in, you already knew he was chuckling behind there. Just grinning to himself, probably proud of riling you up. And you were correct, there as you opened the curtains was Jason Todd himself.

All in his grinning glory. Behind him, the sun of the morning shone so brightly it made him look almost heavenly. You wanted to chuckle at that. “What are you laughing at?” His smile dropped as you opened the window to let him in.

“Nothing, you just look like an angel with all that light behind you.” You shrugged. “Well I do have angelic looks, so you’re not too wrong there.” Jason immediately winced after you hit his arm.

“You’re terrible.” You groan jokingly all the while you dropped yourself back on your bed. Now, usually, at this time, you’d still be asleep. After all, it was 8 am and you were still on your spring break right before starting your first year at University. Why the hell would you be awake?

But then came the grating noise of continuous knocking on your window, which woke you up. Though, Jason didn’t seem to be bothered at all by waking you up, knowing if he had come through the front door, you’d be more annoyed with him as you’d have to walk from your room to the door.

“But you love me.” Opening your eyes as you snuggled yourself deeper in your bed to find that amazing spot you just woke up from, you saw Jason. With his tousled hair, bright blue eyes, and mesmerising smile, just staring at you. He must’ve just finished training with Bruce or had just finished training alone. He was always such a hard worker, and from his stories of when he was still on the streets, he was a hard worker then as well.

You rolled your eyes at his puppy-like smile, “Do I? That’s debatable.” You spoke holding back a yawn threatening to leave your tired state. When Jason physically deflates you laughed loudly. “Come here! I’m just joking.”

Just like a puppy, he ran right towards you, his laughter filled your room with absolute joy. You melted into his touch when he made his way into your bed and snuggled you. Peppering kisses all over your face as an unspoken apology for waking you up. You groaned and turned around to face him. “Stop.”

Jason didn’t say anything after that, just softly snickered and rested his head on top of yours. Letting himself relax after a day of training and stress with his father. The both of you melted to sleep pretty easily after that.

“More tea?” Alfred offered you as he carried a pot of tea in his hands. It was then you were snapped back into reality. Quickly shaking your head you spoke, “No, thank you, Alfred, I think I’ve had more tea today than I did this entire year.

Alfred nodded with a smile all the while you looked back to what made you blank out.

Right now, you were in the manor, as per Jason’s invitation, not that you haven’t visited his home before. But this was the first that you were actually watching him train. You usually came over when you needed to do your homework, as you know Jason, the nerd that he was, wouldn’t let you get distracted until you’d finished everything you aimed to finish.

But here he was, not too far from where you sat in the garden, not wearing a shirt and holding a long staff. Going against Bruce Wayne. You knew he was Batman, but gods seeing how he looked under the suit and the formal attire you always saw him in was so different. Bruce practically towered over Jason, yet here Jason was, fighting with agility and precise violence.

It was terrifying to see just how deadly Jason could be. At the same time though, you wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t mesmerise you. He looked, absolutely, incredible. Lean muscle, appropriate to the flexible body of a Robin, fighting against the bulk of Batman. He was grinning despite all the injuries and bruises on his body, and from the look of Bruce. The two of them seemed to be having fun.

"I'm glad you came into Jason’s life.” Alfred suddenly spoke, and you turned to look at him confused. The old butler chuckled, “Young master Todd has always been different from master Grayson. But he has always compared himself to his predecessor. It had concerned master Wayne, and it has always concerned me.”

He paused to look at Jason, you stared at this butler in such awe. After hearing the countless stories of Jason’s new life, you can’t imagine how much distress this butler has seen over his time working in the manor. Yet here he stood, still looking at the two vigilantes training not far from him with so much love in his eyes.

“But the moment you came in, it is almost as if your love to him allowed him to realise his worth. Young master Todd never stopped comparing himself to master Grayson, maybe, he never will. The curse of the younger brother. But with you, he has realised even if he could always get better, the him now was enough. With you he was happy. A kind of happiness neither I nor master Wayne can offer him.”

Alfred then looked at you, “So, thank you.”

You didn’t reply to Alfred and he didn’t wait for your response either. After stating his gratitude, Alfred turned his heel and walked back inside the mansion, perhaps to prepare dinner.

You were left alone, blanking out once more at the realisation of the weight your presence has had in Jason’s life. You know you’ve done a lot for him, but you’ve done it all with so much love in your heart that you’ve never really seen it as helping him or anything like that. You just, loved him. And perhaps that was enough for Jason.

“Sorry it took longer than I thought it would, Bruce can be terrible when it comes to training, you didn’t get too bored did you?” Messy black hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile like no other. Gods, you love Jason Todd so much.

You didn’t respond, standing up from where you sat to suddenly kiss him. You didn’t know where the urge came from, except that you wanted desperately to show him just how much you loved him after he showed you how much he loved you every single fucking day. When you pulled away, Jason’s face was a dark shade of red, you know if you teased him about it later he’ll just say it was from exhaustion, even if you knew better. “What was that for?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to love you.”

Jason remembered so clearly what his last thoughts were when he watched that wretched timer count down to 0. He only had two things on his mind. One, where in the seven hells was Batman? Two, you. He thought about you struggling in your university courses. He thought about you having trouble sleeping at night. He thought about how he helped with all of those.

He thought about how, if he died now, if he left you now, who would be by your side encouraging you to continue working on your papers? Who would hug you every night you had a nightmare? Who would be there for you when you cried?

Ironic, wasn’t it? He was the one dying, but all he could think about was what would happen to you now that he was dead.

Perhaps that was why he sought you out first when he was able to stabilize his own mind after the resurrection and taking over Black Mask’s operations as Red Hood. He had to make sure you were alright. At this point, he didn’t care if you had moved on or not. He just didn’t want to imagine you crying yourself to sleep ever again. Just like it was when he was Robin, your presence saved Jason Todd’s life.

For the first time Dick was able to actually talk to Jason after finding out he was Red Hood, was because of you. Jason was having trouble locating where you were, and because of this, he became more erratic. His crime operations had become messy and all over the place, it didn’t take Bruce and Barbara long to find out the cause. You had moved away after Jason’s death, Metropolis was your home now. Much to the displeasure of a petty Bruce, but he understood why you needed to move.

Get away from everything that reminded you of Jason.

But Jason didn’t know that.

So, Dick made an agreement with him. He’ll give Jason all the information about you he wanted if he’ll sit and talk to his older brother. Jason agreed almost immediately.

And that was the first step to changing Red Hood from a criminal back to the vigilante he once was.

But despite all this, Jason was still a villain when he found you. He didn’t think he was worthy enough to talk to you. So, he watched. He watched you from your rooftop, making sure you were alright. Which was where he was now. Sitting, idly waiting for you to come home from work.

You seemed happy with your work in Metropolis, which was a good thing in Jason’s eyes. Despite his original frustration about you moving from Gotham, he now realises why this move was so important to you.

He physically had to hide when you suddenly walked to your balcony. He stared at you from where he stood on your rooftop as you looked around from your balcony. As if you were looking for something.

“God, I’m hallucinating again.” You chuckled darkly. From under the mask, Jason’s eyebrow quirked in confusion. What would make you think that? “I seriously thought I saw you, I thought I saw you watching me.”

He stiffened, did you really know he was there? Were you talking to him? If you weren’t, who were you talking to? “As if you weren’t 6 feet underground in Bruce’s mansion.”

Oh-

You were talking to him. But now the him that was now standing on your rooftop. But the him that was still dead. “I wonder what you’d think of me if you could see me now. I bet you’d be disappointed.” Jason can’t help but feel as if he shouldn’t be listening to this conversation.

It seemed like a conversation between you and the old him. The one that he left for dead underneath all the rubble of Joker’s bomb. It felt almost intrusive to listen to you. But he couldn’t help it. A part of him felt glee at the thought that you weren’t over his death yet. That was a more selfish part of him. The part that still wants you in his arms, even though they were now elbows deep in the blood of others, and scarred beyond what his old self would’ve let.

Without Alfred or Bruce, his wounds weren’t dressed as properly now. He scarred more, and he let it. He used those scars to remind him of every fight.

“Here I am, in Metropolis, not in Gotham trying to change the city as you did. Flawed, angry, and absolutely furious at the fucking world for taking you away from me.” he heard the way your voice cracked and the soft sniffles that left you. You were crying. “I fucking hate you, you know that? I told you, over and over again, not to let your fucking emotions get in the way when you’re fighting! Now, look where we are! I’m screaming at the air as if you can hear me and you’re probably just rotting bones.”

At this point, Jason felt his heart twist and tear apart at the desperation in your voice as you cried into the night. “Now,” you laughed bitterly, “I’m hallucinating that you’re still here. I’ve gone fucking mad.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take listening to you berate yourself anymore. Couldn’t take hearing you cry anymore. He has to. Who gives two flying fucks what you think about him once you find out?

Just like that, he dropped himself behind you, blocking your path from going back inside. You screamed from shock when he landed, backing up too quickly that your body almost flipped over and fell right down the balcony. If not for Jason’s quick reflexes that took both your arms and pulled you into his hulking figure, you would’ve been the one to die this time.

You immediately struggled against his hold, trying your best to get away from him, all to no avail. Jason, realising how panicked and scared you were quickly took off his helmet and domino mask underneath it.

He watched your face as your eyes watered and your entire body started to shake. “No,” you shook your head, “No, no, no, you can’t be real. This is some sick joke by some villain. What is this?! Scarecrow’s gas? Joker’s gas?!?! Luther’s new weird plan?!” Jason felt his heart shatter. How many times had you imagined him standing here in front of you for your first thoughts to be that you were hallucinating or under attack?

When words failed, Jason turned to actions. He pulled you even closer to him and simply embraced you. He needed it just as much as you.

Until now, he didn’t know what made you realise he was actually there in person in front of you. After all, he’s changed so much, and you couldn’t even feel his skin or body from underneath his costume.

Yet, despite all that, the moment you felt him press against you, just like all those times when you had nightmares or all those times after you stitched him up and he demanded hugs, you melted against him.

He was here.

Your Jason was here.

He was alright.

He was alive.

That night, the two of you had a long conversation. A very, very long one. One where Jason explained everything. He even told you about all the crimes he was doing and planning on doing. A part of him did this to make you push him away, to make you realise that he was a monster. That he was a terrible person. But all you did was listen to him and stayed silent.

After it was all done, Jason looked at you with a hardened look. He was waiting for your rejection. He was waiting for you to say that he was a monster for killing all those people. For fighting the people he considered his family. For almost killing his adoptive younger brother. But you didn’t.

“Tousled hair,” were the first words you spoke. His head quirked to the side in confusion when your hands reached up to play with his hair, especially the white tuft of hair. “Mesmerising blue eyes.” Your other hand reached to his cheek.

Instinctively, almost cat-like, he leaned into your touch as you softly caress his skin. He smiled at your soft touch, “And boyish grin?” The two of you chuckled at your statement, easing the harsh tension that settled between you both.

“You’re still him.” You whispered, “You’re still my Jason. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

Jason didn’t remember the last time he cried, not when he became Red Hood, not when he was Robin, and not when he was still a street kid. But then and there, sitting on the floor of your bedroom in Metropolis, with your hands on his face. He felt the tears slowly streaming down his eyes. Especially when you pressed your lips against his own.

This was forgiveness. This was love. He didn’t care for forgiveness from Bruce or Dick, maybe Alfred, but all he looked for was you. And this was it. This was everything he ever wanted in life.

To be in your arms, to be loved, he’ll be better.

He’ll be better for you.

He’ll try harder for you.

He’ll make the world a better place for you.

So you may always have that smile on your face. So that you will never have to cry again. So that you can feel all the love he has for you.

“I had an argument again with Bruce today,” Jason cleared his throat, “It ended quicker than usual though. Bet you’re proud of me.” He chuckled before moving on to the next story.

“I think that little demon son of his has finally warmed up to me slightly too. Damian’s a fucking handful, don’t know how either Brue or Dick deals with him. Even Roy agrees with me and he’s the one with a kid. Don’t get me wrong though, Lian’s nothing like Damian. She’s actually good-natured and not a trained fucking assassin. I swear that brat is aiming to kill me every night.”

Jason stopped to exhale, letting the winter air make his breath a puff of smoke. “Speaking of Harper, he’s actually here with me. He’s in the car though, probably doesn’t want to stand here with me in the cold. Fucking pussy. You remember the first time you met him?” Jason let out a loud bark of laughter at the sudden memory.

“You were half drunk after going out with your friends and we barged into your apartment all bloody and shit. I remember Harper being kind of impressed that you were still able to stitch straight lines even when you couldn’t even walk in straight lines. Though you did fuck up the stitch on his shoulder. He got pissy about that one when we got back. Complaining how all my stitches were perfect and he had some fucked up ones.”

Silence.

He’s done this so many times that he didn’t expect anything more than silence. It wasn’t possible anyways. But every time, he wishes that what he did to you that day on the balcony would happen to him.

Jason then let out a shaky sigh, if Roy was here, he’d make an excuse on how it was because of the cold. A petty excuse and a flat-out lie, Roy would know that much. But he’d probably pretend to buy into the lie just to make Jason happy. He was a good person, an even better friend.

“We both miss you,” he struggled to say the next part, “Well, maybe me more than him. But that’s only cause he’s known you for such a short time. When both him and I were still fuck ups, you were always there. Alfred would scold me if he heard what I’m about to say but he’s not here so fuck it, right?” Jason paused, almost as if a part of him was still expecting you to answer.

Even though he knew you couldn’t.

“You were always there for us.” he choked out as his knees gave to his sorrows and buckled. He crouched in front of the stone, holding it for dear life as he placed his forehead on the cold surface. “You were always there for me, where was I when you needed me?”

“I know it wasn’t anything I could’ve prevented, but I just hoped you were able to see me now, you know? I’m not a fuck up anymore, love. I’m not-” His voice cracked, and just like every time he’s been to this burial site, he cracked and cried. “I’m not- I’m not a fuck up anymore. I’m finally back to being your Jason. Your Jason that you loved so much, and you’re not even here to see it.”

That was the moment he let everything go, sobs wracked his body as he held onto the tombstone. A simple name engraved in it, a simple stone in the middle of nowhere. The plot of land itself belonged to the Waynes, but it was far away from any of the filth and muck of Gotham.

It was his gift for you. This land will always be yours. Your final resting ground and your final home.

“You’re not here.” he kept muttering. Shutting his eyes to stop the tears didn’t help, his grief flooded through his body.

After a few years of your death, it had become rare for him to cry during his visits anymore. Even if back then he’d visit much more often. Today was a special day, the day of your death. An unpreventable death that he couldn’t have prevented. But it didn’t matter to Jason.

In a way, you had been the one to resurrect Jason. Memories of you were the thing keeping his head afloat when the memories of everything else would melt and stitch together. Your laughter was the thing keeping a smile on his face after the harshest of nights dealing with terrible people, whether that was villains or Bruce. Your touch, your love, your warmth, everything about you was the thing that kept him from going insane back when he was still a shell of a man.

You stayed with him. Every time he asks for forgiveness from you after every heinous act he’s done, you’ll always reassure him. You’ll always say you still loved him. And every single time he would whisper that one day he’ll make sure he actually deserves your forgiveness.

Like an addict finally sober. He swore to himself that if Roy could sober up, then he himself could be a better person for you. Every time, you’d say you’ll wait patiently, that you didn’t care how long it took. You promised him you’d wait till he truly believes he deserves your love.

But you lied. And that was probably the only thing Jason hated about you.

Even if you didn’t know it then, you lied.

He was better now. Sure, he, Bruce, Dick, and Tim would still butt heads every now and again. But he actually goes to the mansion every so often now. Sure, maybe there’ll be times when his violence would cause Batman to cringe. But it wasn’t led by his emotions anymore. He was, good now.

He finally believed that he was worthy of your love now. But now, you weren’t even here to give or receive all the love you both have for one another.

Jason didn’t know how long he’s been there, just crouched in front of your gravestone, crying. It was Roy who snapped him out of it. Roy placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder and told him how dark it was getting. They’d have patrol soon and he didn’t want to deal with a cranky Batman or Green Arrow if either of them were late. Jason was grateful for the unspoken words hidden between the lines of Roy’s excuse.

Because the real reason Roy wanted to get back early was so that Jason could freshen up. Get rid of the puffiness in his eyes before patrol.

The two of them walked away from the grave pretending the redness was because of the cold, with Jason’s hair tousled from the way he grabbed his roots in anger, only to then rub the remaining tears away from his blue eyes, and finally preparing to put on a shit-eating grin in patrol.

When Roy himself started crying, he commented how odd it was that it had started raining. Jason agreed.

This genuinely made me so sad to write esp when I re read everything and I realised just how gut wrenching it was :')

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morgansunflower · 8 months

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My London Lover 1/2

Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings:gun violence, suggestive content, murder, violence, explicit language and angst

Words:1658

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Part 1&2 listed in tags!

Alfred receives a letter that shakes him to his core as an old enemy has returned to hurt her.

Alfred sorted through the mail junk..Junk.. Not junk. His blood pressure nearly made him curse. One was written by her. He hasn't seen the young girl since she visited for Christmas. She usually would call him. He wondered why she wrote to him? He worried it was out of fear someone may be listening in on her phone calls

He quickly departs to the study for privacy. Alfred couldn't waist time sitting. He takes a deep breath as he opens the letter impatiently.

~Dear Uncle Alfred.

I wish my letter was to tell you I am well. However I do not have good news to write of. Some odd things have been happening. Just the other day... I know I was being followed by a black motorcycle. The drivers face was of course concealed by his helmet and the tag was removed. Then the next morning I received some unfriendly letters with blood from a bird. An old enemy of yours I fear. Some nights I feel as though I'm being watched through my window. I was attacked this night but don't fret I'm ok. Just a bullet that grazed me. I fear you're the only one I can trust. Please hurry.. I don't wish to be buried.

Love your niece Y/N~

Alfred's heart sinks. He quickly pushed the button in his closet to show his old trusted uniform. He remembers the night he met her so vividly.

Alfred was only twenty. Thomas Wayne had visited London for business. After Thomas accidentally became witness to a assassination and had gained evidence of the occurrence. Things became more grim.

He hired the young Bodyguard. Alfred's well known reputation in London had made him trustworthy among those who needed protection and a target from those who wished to harm the ones he protected. The criminal gangs of London were relentless. Especially to those who had money.

Somehow as Alfred was trying to get Thomas out of London back to US soil he found a abandoned infant girl. She had been left in the cold. The two men had stumbled upon her whilst trying to evade gunfire.

Thomas feared for his baby boy and his wife once he returned to Gotham. He wrote to the only Bodyguard he ever felt he could truly trust offering him a heap of money. Alfred struggled to let the baby girl out of his arms and into the arms of another. Though he trusted these people.

Alfred leaves the plane. Keeping a low profile he made his way to her apartment. He knocks twice paused and then 4 times. The door locks become unlocked one by one. Y/N opens the door to see him. She quickly let's him in and locks the door-locks one by one.

"were you followed? R-Right forgot.. Sorry I'm so.. I.. I'm ok as you can see. Thank you so much for coming. I know it seems like I may overreacting a, bit"

"not in the slightest" he replied

Alfred puts his hat and coat on the coat rack. He approached the window looking outward down the to the sidewalk. He saw no one.. Alfred turned to see the young woman nervously folding her arms with her face clenched looking at the ground

"alright enough lettin' your thoughts fester into madness. It's not a nice look for my lass"

"I missed you" she sincerely said, she had indeed ever since her mother died 5 years ago and father died when she was 3... Alfred was her Savior. In her heart he was indeed her father.

"and I you Lass. Would you care for some tea? Then you can tell me all of about the trouble you've been having"

As the two enjoyed their tea. She explained in detail showing Alfred the letter, the pictures she took.. He knew his old enemy was behind this...

That following day Y/N and Alfred drove to interpol. The former bodyguard hoped his past life would encourage interpol to give him the evidence he needs.

He glances to the side mirror seeing the car behind him with blackened windows. He speeds further to avoid the second car about to pull out from the side. Y/N remained still and silent recognizing what was happening.

The other car began to follow them right behind the other car. Alfred took a sharp turn to the right. The two cars follow suit. Alfred notices the bat-plane above. Of course he's here.

Alfred speeded faster changing to a faster gear. He skid the car around speeding between the two vehicles. The two cars quickly tried to follow. Alfred tried to go faster but unfortunately the cars were faster than his. One hits the rear of their car causing Y/N and Alfred to lightly jolt from the blow.

One driver takes his machine gun to shoot at them. Batman lands onto the car jerking the gun away from the assailant. He then leaned on the side of the car and punches him. The passenger reaches for his pistol but Batman quickly threw his batarang to his wrist. Batman takes the wheel making it swerve out onto dirt.

Alfred was forced down a abandoned dirt rode that ended to the side of a cliff... The driver was looking for them. Alfred then came up with a plan

.....

Bruce rushes to find them, only to see the car they were in pushed over the cliff by the driver. Terror came to his face.

"No!!"

He ran denying the inevitable that no one could survive that.

Bruce runs looking down the cliff to the car that was beyond destroyed. He uses his spy-contacts to zoom in on the wreck... They weren't there.

Batman sees the driver escaping. As he gets to the drivers side he gripped onto the side of the car. He breaks the window pulling the driver out and threw him to the ground. He gripped his collar.

"who do you work for?!" he yells at him but stopped seeing the foam seep through his mouth

He was gone.

Y/N and Alfred had escaped the vehicle and used it as a decoy to trick the driver. Alfred and Y/N start a fire. Why was Batman here? She wondered.

"what the hell is going on?!" Batman asked approaching the two.

"I told you I was to be home by the end of the week. I'm only a day late" Alfred defended

"you are avoiding my question!" Bruce shouts

"Bruce?!" Y/N shouted taken aback realizing quickly by not only the similar built in structure that she constantly thought about.. But the obvious worry for Alfred. She didn't have to question his worry for her.

Batman takes his cowl off "I need answers Alfred with or without your help"

Alfred looked down gently sighing "you both deserve the truth... It was over 20 years ago. Your father came to London for business. He had seen somethin' he shouldn't have... Shortly thereafter he hired me for protection. It was during that time" he looks to Y/N "I stumbled upon a baby left all alone... I was not fit to be a parent"

"all this time I knew I was adopted but I didn't.. They never told me" Y/N was speechless now knowing how much Alfred had done for her.

"it was for your protection but unfortunately I did not do a fit enough job. You're no longer safe and that is my bloody fault.." Alfred scolded himself. He should have been more thorough

"when my father came to Gotham?.." Bruce asked

"he feared for your mother and you. I was offered payment and I left the life I knew"

"what did he see?" Bruce asked

Alfred takes a deep breath "London crime gang, known as Aves. They originated after the second war. Money laundering, con-men... Then overtime they became ruthless. More hungry for power, more money... There was never enough evidence until your father was able to identify one of the masked gang members, he had photographic evidence of murder. Taking place on a, revenge kill... It was shortly after that I was hired. I managed to get a confession and with the evidence your father provided it was enough. As far as I knew all those accused were rightly behind bars... But now I fear somehow their leader, has escaped and has formed a new gang.. He knows of dear Ms Y/N and is trying to hurt her, to hurt me... "

"why didn't you tell me?" Bruce asked bitterly

"I was trying to leave the past behind me and honoring your father's wishes to never speak of the incident"

As the three fell asleep two awaken as one was gone. Bruce and Y/N tried desperately to find Alfred.

The hood is lifted from Alfred's head. He feels his hands restrained to the back of the chair he sat on. He was inside the mansion of the former mafia bosses home. He knew Carmine well enough to know he killed the new owners to regain his fortress.

"Carmine Falcone" Alfred bitterly greeted

"Alfred Pennyworth.. So nice of you to join.. Over two decades. I spent day and night, imagining the suffering I would cause you"

"seems a little bit extreme, don't you think?"

Carmine clenched his fist taking out his pistol and cocked the hammer. He placed the barrel of the gun into Alfred's mouth. Though Alfred's expression remained unmoved.

"so tempting to end you right here, right now" he takes the gun out "but before I do I would so love to see you suffer.."

Two men bring the young boy in. Alfred's expression did change but only to anger. What was he doing here?! He's in so much bloody trouble.

"I'm fine Alfred. I have this under contr--" Jason stammered as a punch came to his gut

"this little pest belong to you?" Carmine asked gripping Jason's face

He is damn well going to be grounded...

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