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lord-of-dragons-2007 · 11 months

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(Fade back in)

(Ranger Fortress 2003)

The former rangers had spent a few minutes reminiscing about their time as rangers in their youth as they climbed into the cockpits of the different zords, the memories washed over them like tidal waves. Most of the memories were happy ones, but as with anything there were some bad and sad memories that resurfaced after all those years. However despite some of the forgotten or repressed memories the former rangers were taken back (at least mentally) to a time that was definitely happier and brighter than the current situation. The rangers had definitely seen some bad times and were in bad situations but this was one of the worst times they have ever faced, but even in these dark times they cannot allow their fear to get the best of them because they are the only ones right now who can bring the world back from the brink of darkness. After the wave of initial chatting and jeering about the past, a heavy, deathly silence fell over them as they all thought the same thing. The world needed them again. Meanwhile Hayley was in the other chamber furiously booting up various systems to bring the ranger fortress up to its full functionality, after a few minutes all the computer systems were fully booted up Hayley set the focus of the systems to Reefside to see how bad the damage had gotten in the time since their escape from the ambush at Dr. Oliver's house.

The city was already enslaved by Messogog and his forces, the inhabitants were locked up in their homes out of fear of being attacked by these creatures as the tyrannodrones were patrolling the streets in packs with heavy armor and weapons to fight off anything that came their way.

(Downtown Angel Grove 1993)

The fight raged on and the Piranatrons/Elsa had gotten the upper hand of the other Thunder Rangers, they were on the ropes when Tommy finally found them and joined the battle. He was torn between helping the other and Helping Jason, there was still time for both. He reached for his communicator,

"Zordon we need help! Send the Dino Rangers, do it now!" he yelled urgently before he pulled out SABA the white ranger blade and charged toward Jason. Jason was on the ground his sword had gotten knocked out of his grasp, he was stumbling backwards on his back as Elsa strode over him with her Sword pointed at his chest. When he couldn't back up any more Elsa just laughed and then brought her sword up over her head and readied to deliver the final blow to finish him off for good he flinched, looked away and held his hands up in his last ditch defense knowing he was going to die. Suddenly he heard the familiar clank of metal on metal he opened his eyes and looked up and saw that Tommy had come and was blocking the blow with his own sword, Elsa and him were locked in a show of strength with their swords,

"I don't think so." Tommy said as he easily gained the upper hand on the standoff and landed a devastatingly hard kick to Elsa's ribs, as predicted the pain made her flinch and let up on her attack and back off,

"Thanks bro, I almost bought it there." Jason thanked as he went over and got his sword back and was ready to go toe to toe with Elsa again,

"Well take her together." Tommy said when he was joined by his friend,

"You got it." He replied back as they both studied her and thought about how to attack next.

(Ranger Command Center 1993)

Zordon had watched how the battle was unfolding and he could tell that the rangers of this time were in dire need of assistance, he didn't want to send the Dino Thunder rangers of the future, but it wasn't his call, he wasn't their mentor. This was Tommy's call and he was calling for them,

"ALPHA INFORM THE RANGERS OF THE SITUATION AND TELEPORT THEM TO THE BATTLE IMMEDIATELY." Zordon instructed, the little robot went into the bunker and informed the rangers of the battle situation and that they were needed. Unfortunately Kira was still out cold from the overload of power, for now Trent and Ethan would have to make do,

"Let's do it." Ethan said as he took his stance,

"DINO THUNDER POWER UP" Ethan shouted as he morphed,

"WHITE RANGER DINO POWER." Trent shouted as he morphed, and the two were instantly transported to downtown Angel Grove to join in the battle to try and even the odds in the ranger's favor.

(Downtown Angel Grove 1993)

When the future rangers were on site they quickly joined the others to try and take down the foot soldiers, the rangers were still greatly outnumbered but at least they had some reinforcements. Meanwhile Jason and Tommy were working on Elsa, the battle was epic. The three sword wielders attacked with such skill, precision, and ferocity that it was hard not to be in awe at what was happening, however Tommy couldn't remember the last time he had to endure two extremely strenuous battles back to back like this. His muscles were getting tired and sore, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to go at this rate. As time went on his attacks got sloppier and sloppier out of fatigue, seeing this Elsa took advantage of this and took a cheap shot at him and laid him out, He was exhausted and couldn't go on he just stayed down while Jason was left to keep fighting on his own now.

It wasn't long before the other rangers had dispatched the last foot soldier and went to Jason's aid while the Dino Thunder team went to Tommy's side to make sure he was ok. He was ok he was just passed out, Jason however kept fighting fiercely until he was caught off guard and was tossed a ways behind him to the feet of his team mates who gathered around him and checked on him. Seeing this Elsa realized she was greatly outnumbered and needed to get out of there, she raised her sword and shot an energy blast in front of the rangers to camouflage her escape back to the moon palace.

The rangers helped Jason to his feet and then they all powered down, including Tommy who was still knocked out,

"Tommy!" Kimberly called out to him and hunched over her side,

"Tommy come back to me, I can lose you too….I can lose you again." She said as a stray tear ran down her face and dropped on his cheek. Tommy could hear voices around him, he could feel bodies around him, he could feel something wet on his cheek and he slowly opened his eyes and saw his friends and students hovering over him and front and center was Kim, she did still love him,

"Wha-?" he asked as he looked up at them, they were unmorphed and he could feel wasn't morphed himself,

"Is it over?" he asked them as he started to look around them, everyone just smiled at him,

"Yeah bro, its over" Jason said as he put his hand out to help his friend up,

"Yeah for now at least." Ethan said as he watched his teacher get helped back up to his feet,

"What happened?" Tommy asked curiously,

"Elsa hit you with a sucker punch and sent you flying back, between the fight earlier and this one must have worn you down more than you thought and you were knocked out when you landed." Jason said explaining what happened to Tommy, it was getting later now,

"Let's head back to the command center, and get you checked out." Kim said worriedly about Tommy,

"Ok, let's go." Tommy responded as he and the others teleported, leaving Trent and Ethan behind, the pair looked at each other for a moment trying to figure out what to do now,

"Umm guys?" Ethan called out to the sky, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that they were forgetting them. After a moment or two they were teleported as well,

"There we go, thanks." Ethan called out before they streaked across the skies as blue and white streaks of color.

(Ranger Command Center 1993)

When Ethan and Trent entered the command center they saw Tommy sitting down while Alpha and Billy ran some sort of wand connected to a hand held computer scanning Tommy for any injuries and checking him out to make sure he was ok,

"Guy I feel fine, I promise." He said evenly a minute or two before Alpha and Billy,

"We know you are, we just want to be sure." Billy said as he looked at the read out,

"Everything is fine, I think after a goodnight's rest you'll be fine." Billy said as he took the other device from alpha and put them both away,

"I know, I'm just a bit tired from having two intense fights today." He said explaining why he passed out for a few moments earlier, Kim was relieved that he would be ok. She was still worried about him but at least she could rest easy that he was going to be ok,

"So what happens now?" Ethan asked curiously,

"NOW IS THE TIME TO REST, WE CAN ONLY ASSUME THAT THINGS WILL ONLY GET WORSE FROM HERE AS ELSA'S PLAN UNFOLDS." Zordon said fielding the question,

"Zordon is right, we should get some rest, and some of us need to do our homework" Trini said agreeing with their mentor's words. Everyone was tired, though no one could be as tired as Kim and Tommy, they had a lot of extra stress on their minds because of their specific situation. Trent and Ethan were sad about Conner's passing and worried about Kira, she still hadn't woken from her sort of coma, there was so much going on and nothing was getting resolved other than them getting beat up badly both mentally and physically.

After a few brief moments of talking about what the plan was for the night, the thunder rangers from this time along with Kim and Tommy teleported back to town to go home, while the remaining dino thunder rangers from the future retired to the bunked for dinner and to sleep. The thunder rangers relaxed at their homes and did their homework like any other normal teenager would and when to sleep early for another day of school and what they were sure another attack by Elsa and whatever foot soldiers would join her at that time. Sleep came easy for some, but for the others they had a hard time sleeping. Tommy for example was one such case, he laid awake in bed thinking and worrying. He worried if he would ever get back to his proper time, about what would happen when he got back, would they go back without Conner since he was…Gone? Would they go back and things would be like nothing ever happened? He wondered if Kira would wake up from her coma, he kicked himself for bringing these kids into this world, just because he was in this crazy world gave him no right to pull these kids into it. He hated himself, he blamed himself for getting these kids killed and ending the lives they knew in their time to potentially be stuck here so long before they could actually be born.

Kim herself was eluded by sleep as she was doing the same, she laid in bed worrying much about the same things she had worried about as kid and now even more, was she going to get back home? When was she going to tell Tommy about his son? How could she now? With everything that had happened? When was she going to grieve, at these later thoughts she finally allowed herself to cry, the shock she felt when it happened had allowed her to keep things together but now when the day started to catch up to her she could feel it. The deep sorrow that her little boy was gone now. Eventually after crying for a few moments she finally cried herself to sleep thinking she wished she had Tommy there to wrap his arms around her and make her feel safe the way he used to.

Back in the ranger command center bunker Ethan was trying to sleep, he was exhausted, however Trent couldn't sleep either,

"Ethan, Ethan? Are you awake?" Trent finally asked him at almost three am,

"Yes, Trent because I'm always awake at all hours of the night." Ethan replied sleepily,

"What's up?" Ethan said after a moment and turned over to look at his teammate,

"I can't sleep, I'm worried about Kira." Trent said worriedly as he looked over to where Kira slept still her coma,

"I am too bud, I still can't believe that Conner is gone and she's pretty much on her way to join him." Ethan said agreeing Trent, both of the guys yawned as sleep was going to finally take hold of Trent the way it did of Ethan,

"We should go to sleep man." Ethan said as he got comfortable again in his cot,

"Yeah you're right, sorry I woke you." Trent apologized as he got comfortable again,

"It's no problem bro." Ethan responded sleepily as he started to ease down to sleep, they were only asleep for a moment for two before Kira's eyes napped open with an orange glow to them. This wasn't Kira however, not truly. She was running on the instinct of the combined dino gems powers, the red gem was angered that its owner was dead. It knew how he felt about Kira and it gave its power to her and to the yellow gem, both of which wanted to avenge Conner. Not that Kira didn't just the decision was taken out of her hands, after a moment or two of staring up at the ceiling Kira teleported in a soft orange flash with the faint sound of a pterodactyl cry,

"Keep it down Trent." Ethan slurred sleepily to which Tent just mumbled incoherently.

#paradox rangers in time #chapter 14 #power rangers fan fiction

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sparkypantaloons · 3 years

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Loss

Five things Bruce taught Jason and one thing Jason taught Bruce (1/6)

Bruce is lying on Jason’s floor when Alfred finds him. The teenager’s room is all but destroyed.

The curtains have been ripped from the windows. The bedding is strewn around the room. Sheets shredded, pillows gutted, feathers settled on the floor like snow.

Books have been pulled from the shelves, flung across the room. Posters ripped from the wall. Trinkets smashed, shattered, thrown.

Bruce lies at the centre of the destruction he has created. The grubby, one eyed teddy bear is clutched to his chest. His face is pressed to the carpet. He can breathe again.

Alfred stands in the doorway, grips the handle too tight. “What have you done?” The words are barely a whisper. They leave him in a rush, desperate to get out into the world and make sense of what is happening.

Bruce doesn’t answer. His eyes are vacant. He stares straight ahead, teddy wrapped in his arms, broken glass in his hair.

Alfred takes a deep breath. Steps back from the door. Pulls it shut.

Bruce closes his eyes and weeps.

Shattered eye socket. Broken nose. Perforated ear drums. Dislocated jaw. Three avulsed teeth. Depressed cranial fracture.

Broken collar bone. Cracked ribs. Collapsed lung. Dislocated elbow. Broken fingers, all eight. One dislocated thumb. Compounded radius fracture.

Vertical pelvic shear fracture. Extensive blunt renal trauma. Liver laceration. Ruptured spleen. Spinal contusion.

Tibial shaft fracture. Seven broken metatarsals. Ruptured achilles, both. Broken toes, all ten.

Bruce repeats the injuries to himself like a mantra. Runs from head to toe. Lists every broken bone, every damaged organ, every hit Jason took from the crow bar. Over and over and over.

He wonders what order the blows came in. If The Joker crippled Jason first, breaking his feet, snapping his achilles, so he could do nothing but writhe in pain, unable to escape.

Or was it his head first? Did he destroy any hope of recovery, damage his brilliant boy’s brain beyond all repair and then move on to rest of his body just for kicks?

The explosion was nothing. A finale with no substance. Jason was taken long before the bomb went off. Brain damaged, brain dead, long before the smoke entered his lungs.

Shattered eye socket. Broken nose. Perforated ear drums. Dislocated jaw. Three avulsed teeth. Depressed cranial fracture.

Bruce wonders which one hurt the most.

It’s raining.

Bruce blinks.

He’s in his pyjamas. Stood in the vegetable patch. Mud between his toes. The crops lie untended, withered and decaying.

He bends down. Pulls up one of the wooden markers.

Jason’s scrawl is faded, but he can still see the word once written there.

Pumpkin.

The second p is back to front. The dot above the i, a circle.

He turns the small wooden stake over in his hands. Tries to remember that day, so many years ago.

Jason’s cheeks flushed pink with fresh air. The lilting sound of his laugh. The feel of his hand in Bruce’s.

Something is inside him. It’s hot and cold all at once. It burns in his chest, wraps around his spine, forces him to his knees. It's like ice down his throat, sharp and unforgiving until he can’t breathe.

It blurs his vision until he’s blind. Takes his hearing until he’s trapped in the dark and the silence. He screams into the void, unable to hear a sound.

He’s losing time.

He finds himself all of a sudden on a roof top, grapple in hand. Wakes up mid-fight, bloodied bodies beneath his fists. He’s in the Batmobile, looking over to the passenger seat. And every time he wakes Robin is missing.

Bruce thought he knew grief once. Thought he knew what it was to ache with the desperate absence of loss. To breathe in and feel as though you might never breathe out, because all the air that’s meant to be in your lungs has been sucked into the endless hole of sorrow and rage and sadness.

He had been wrong.

How he longed for those days of a child’s grief. Longed for the only loss he had known to be that of his Ma and his Dad. Life changing and soul wrenching and wretched, yes. But at least that was a grief he knew he could weather. At least that grief he knew had meaning.

His couldn’t survive this. Couldn’t survive losing his bright and darling boy.

His boy who used to make him laugh with impressions of Commissioner Gordon and The Riddler and Superman. His boy who used to race him up the stairs, and crow at the top of his lungs every time he won. His darling boy who used to climb into his bed after a nightmare, cling to him as though there was no-one else but the two of them. His brilliant, brilliant son who would have grown up and changed the world.

Who could survive that?

What was the point if they did? What was the point in a world without Jason?

Bruce is at breakfast and Jason is missing.

He brushes his teeth and Jason is missing.

He goes to work and Jason is missing.

He comes home and Jason is missing.

Every breath he takes Jason is missing and how is the world still turning? How does the sun still rise and the wind still blow and the tide still fall when Jason is missing?

Gone.

Forever.

You can read the rest of this fic here https://archiveofourown.org/works/34213801/chapters/85127050

#spbfic #batfamily fanfic #soft dad bruce wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #batdad #batkids #red hood #batman

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knuffled · 3 years

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Just Practice - Chapter 15

this is the most important chapter in the story so far since chapter seven, so i hope you enjoy this! if you could drop a comment and/or reblog to support all the hard work, it would mean a lot to me!

here’s the ao3 link

The first thing that greeted Annabeth when she stepped out of her car was the sound of crashing waves and the smell of sea salt carried on a gentle breeze. She leaned against the side of her car and drank in the view of the ocean, relishing in the way the wind tousled her hair. The beach was packed with families and college students on spring break, and for good reason. It was late March, and the weather was absolutely perfect outside. The sand was pleasantly warm between her toes, and seagulls cawed overhead in a clear blue sky.

Coming to the beach for spring break had been Rachel’s idea. Her father owned a villa not far from the shore, and she had offered to let them all stay there overnight. It was exactly what Annabeth needed after the past month and a half. After Percy’s victory at state, Annabeth had been absolutely swamped with school work. Nearly every week there was some new project deadline, essay to turn in, or exam to study for, and by the time finals rolled around, Annabeth found herself running on fumes. She hadn’t realized how bad it was until she came home after her final exam and promptly passed the fuck out in her room only to wake up the following afternoon, seventeen hours later.

Annabeth gave herself some time to just stand barefoot in the sand until Piper texted her, informing her that she and Jason were setting up camp further down the beach where it was more secluded. Taking that as her cue to move, Annabeth leisurely made her way down the beach and found Piper and Jason a few minutes later, trying to set up a beach umbrella. The umbrella was an ancient red and white striped monstrosity that looked like it had seen better days. Annabeth watched her friends struggle for a while, amused by how frustrated they were getting when the base of the umbrella slipped in the sand, until Piper noticed her and scowled.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch or do you plan on helping out?” Piper huffed.

“But you were doing oh so well without me,” Annabeth said innocently. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way or anything.”

Jason put a hand on Piper’s shoulder before she could snap and offered Annabeth a tired smile. “We could really use your help, Annabeth.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Piper muttered something foul under her breath, but Annabeth couldn’t help grinning anyways before she went to help Jason. It took longer than she would have liked, but eventually the three of them managed to get the umbrella to stay in place, just as Hazel, Frank, and Leo arrived.

Leo pointed at the umbrella and said, “That thing looks like it came straight out of the fifties.”

“Shut it, Valdez,” Piper snapped. “We just spent nearly twenty minutes trying to get that fucker to stay still.”

Leo held his palms up in surrender. “Ok, apologies. Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I get it. It’s cool.”

“That wasn’t an invitation to keep talking,” Piper warned.

Leo pantomimed zipping his lips, making Annabeth grin. Rolling her eyes, Hazel unzipped her backpack and handed each of them a bottle of homemade lemonade.

“Hopefully, it’s still cold and all the ice didn’t melt,” Hazel said.

Piper took a sip and moaned, “Hazel, you’re a goddamn lifesaver.”

“Don’t make noises like that in public,” Annabeth quipped.

Although she wanted to glare at Annabeth, Piper spotted Rachel and Percy further down the beach and called out to them instead. Annabeth’s heart suddenly began pounding harder in her chest, and she found herself involuntarily searching for him over her shoulder. They had barely talked or even seen each other since State, so she had expected to be more excited to see him, but she found herself strangely nervous instead. The nervousness only grew worse for some reason when Percy noticed her and sent her a warm smile.

“Sorry we’re late,” Percy said. “Rache forgot something so we had to drive back to her place.”

“Let’s not sweat the details,” Rachel said, waving her hand dismissively. “Now, I don’t know about you all, but I am dying to get into the water. Anyone know where the changing rooms are?”

“I saw some on the way here,” Hazel said. “Annabeth, did you want to join us?”

Annabeth cleared her throat and shook her head. “Uh, no, I’m wearing my swimsuit under my clothes already.”

With that, Hazel nodded and left with Rachel for the changing rooms. The boys went down to the water, but Percy stayed behind since he had brought some beach towels with him. He spread them beneath the umbrella so they wouldn’t have to sit on the sand. Piper left a short while later once she was done applying some sunscreen, leaving Annabeth and Percy alone. Annabeth borrowed Piper’s sunscreen as an excuse to leave after Percy did, but he plopped down beside her with a sigh instead.

Annabeth couldn’t help sneaking a quick sidelong glance at him. He looked good, really good. His unzipped black sweatshirt billowed in the breeze and stood in sharp contrast to the white shirt he wore underneath. There was a relaxed, easy smile on his face, and his sun-kissed skin made him look positively radiant.

“Hey, stranger,” Percy said, derailing her thoughts. “Haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”

Annabeth tucked her hair behind her reddening ears and said, “Y-Yeah, not since State, I think.”

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece,” Percy said.

Annabeth breathed a laugh. “Not entirely sure about that.”

Percy cocked his head to the side and studied her. “You do look a little worse for the wear.”

“Rude.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. “I distinctly remember warning you not to take three AP courses your senior year, but you wouldn’t listen to me.”

Annabeth scowled and said, “You don’t have to sound so smug about it.”

Percy laughed and leaned back on his elbows. “And what would be the fun in that? It’s not every day that you get to tell Annabeth Chase that you told her so.”

“Someone sure sounds awfully pleased with himself.”

“Oh, believe me, I am,” Percy said, grinning. “But I do suppose I can cut you some slack. You know, considering how we’re at the beach and all.”

“How magnanimous of you,” Annabeth deadpanned.

Percy made a show of clapping mildly. “Oh, well done. That sounded like an SAT word.”

Annabeth barked a laugh despite herself and shoved him, but that only made his grin widen. She was relieved to feel the awkwardness dissipating between them, but her respite was short lived because Percy suddenly removed his shirt and tossed it on the towel beside her.

“W-What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes?” Annabeth stammered, unable to hide the panic in her voice.

Percy looked at her like she had sprouted a second head. “It’s kind of hard to go swimming when you still have your clothes on.”

Annabeth looked away to hide the fact that her face was turning pink. “I know that! But can’t you go change in the changing rooms?”

Percy blinked in surprise and said, “Oh, sorry. You’ve seen me do this like a hundred times, so I didn’t think that you’d mind.”

He was right. She had seen him shirtless more times than she could count, so why was she suddenly being so weird about it? She needed to get a fucking grip. And yet, it was everything she could do not to stare shamelessly at him. Christ, at this proximity, the scent of his cologne was inescapable, and it only served to make her feel even more flustered.

“Annabeth, are you okay? You’ve been acting really strange,” Percy said.

“I-I’m fine,” Annabeth squeaked. “Just tired.”

“Alright, try not to push yourself,” Percy said, standing up. “I’m gonna head down to the water now. Let me know if you need anything.”

Annabeth nodded, still refusing to look at him. It was only after he was gone that she stopped holding her breath. She screwed her eyes shut and buried her face in her hands. What the fuck was she doing? Why was she acting so weird? All her feelings seemed to contradict one another. She felt a bizarre mix of exhilaration and anxiety, like thousands of butterflies fluttering about in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were drawn to Percy even though she couldn’t bear to look at him. There was definitely something wrong with her.

Annabeth took a deep breath and forced herself to stand up and head down to the water. For now, she resolved herself to just make the most of her time at the beach instead of wallowing in her own awkwardness. Nevertheless, she did make a point of avoiding where Percy was to give herself a breather. However, in her momentary lapse of concentration, Piper snuck up on her and tackled her into the sea, sending salt water rushing up her nose.

She surfaced sputtering and discombobulated only to find Piper laughing uproariously behind her. Annabeth chased after her in a murderous rage, but Piper quickly retreated to the sea and put some distance between them. Piper had always been the better swimmer, so it took a few minutes before Annabeth finally caught her, but once she did, Annabeth dunked her underwater for a full minute as payback.

Eventually, Rachel and Hazel returned from the changing rooms and joined them in the water as well. They all splashed around together for a few hours under the midday sun, and Annabeth forgot all about how awkward she felt around Percy.

They broke for lunch after that and settled on a shack that sold burgers further up the beach. Unfortunately, the only vegetarian option on the menu was fries, so Piper had to drive herself to a nearby Taco Bell. Annabeth couldn’t help feeling sorry for her when Piper returned twenty minutes later, absolutely livid, because the rest of them had already finished eating.

“I can’t fucking believe there are still restaurants in this day and age that don’t have vegetarian options,” Piper fumed.

“Remind me to buy some stuff for dinner tonight so you don’t have to do this again,” Rachel said, yawning.

“How far away is your villa again?” Frank asked.

“Just a fifteen minute drive or so,” Rachel said, finishing her salad. “We’ve got a firepit out back, so we can have a bonfire tonight! We can make smores and everything.”

“Dibs on lighting the bonfire,” Leo said quickly.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Piper said vehemently.

“C’mon, I promise I’ll keep it under control this time, Pipes,” Leo pleaded.

“The last time you were in charge of the bonfire, you nearly burned my fucking house down,” Piper snapped.

“That was like three years ago!”

“It was at my birthday last June.”

“I’ll handle the fire, Leo,” Jason interrupted. “You can help me out if you’d like.”

Leo sank in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “You guys are no fun.”

“A bonfire sounds nice,” Frank said, ignoring him.

“Yeah, it’ll be chill,” Rachel said, nodding. “We’ll have a section of the beach all to ourselves. I think my dad probably has some alcohol stashed away somewhere in the house.”

“Percy, watch over us and make sure we don’t do anything stupid,” Piper said, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

Percy gave her a wary look. “I don’t recall volunteering to be a babysitter.”

“But you’re the only one here that doesn’t drink,” Piper protested. “Pretty please?”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Buttering me up isn’t going to work, you know.”

“Annabeth, help me convince your boyfriend,” Piper whined.

Annabeth paused mid-drink and looked between them. “Don’t look at me. I’m not the one that’ll get black-out drunk and try to like hunt for mermaids or something.”

That got a laugh out of everyone, much to Piper’s chagrin.

After they finished eating, they returned to their spot under the umbrella. Hazel and Frank went back to laze around in the water while Rachel and Leo decided to go build sandcastles on the beach. The rest of them sat under the umbrella and talked amongst themselves for a while, but eventually Jason left for the bathroom. Percy joined him because he said he had spotted a shop selling snow cones on the way here, leaving Annabeth alone with Piper.

Once they were out of earshot, Piper turned to Annabeth with a wolfish grin. “Lovin’ the swimsuit, babe.”

“This is hardly anything special,” Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. She was just wearing a plain black two piece she’d found at Target the summer before.

Piper raised an eyebrow and said, “Percy certainly seemed to think it was. Boy couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

Annabeth blinked in surprise. Piper had to be trolling her. Sure, she had felt his eyes on her a few times, but that didn’t mean anything.

“You’re obviously fucking with me.”

“I’m being serious,” Piper laughed. “You look hot, Annababe.”

Annabeth looked down at her swimsuit and felt her face heat up. She didn’t really think she was much to look at honestly. It wasn’t like she had low self-esteem or anything, but her body had always been more of an instrument to her than a source of beauty. If you asked her, the only things she really had going for her were her height and the slender, toned physique that she had built over years of running long distance. Beyond that, Annabeth thought she was rather plain.

“Thanks,” Annabeth mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” Piper said, stifling a yawn. “I wonder what’s taking him so long.”

Annabeth shielded her eyes from the sun and scanned the beach for Percy, but she didn’t see him anywhere. Instead of sitting around and getting stuck in her thoughts, Annabeth decided to take her mind off things and search for him instead.

She stood up and brushed the sand off her thighs and said, “I’m gonna go look for him.”

“Ok, stay safe,” Piper said. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

Annabeth nodded and made her way back in the direction of the parking lot. Percy had said that the snow cone shop was on the other end, but he still should have gotten back by now. Maybe he was having trouble carrying all those snow cones by himself or perhaps the line was really long. She made it all the way to the shop without running into Percy, and she couldn’t see him standing in line either.

She scanned the surrounding area for him without much luck and almost gave up on her search when she spotted the familiar outline of his back. He was cradling a carton of snow cones in his arms and talking to two college aged girls. Annabeth took a step forward, trepidation filling her chest. She couldn’t make out the look on his face because his back was turned towards her, but she thought she caught a glimpse of a polite, confused smile on his face, like he wasn’t entirely sure why the girls were talking to him.

Annabeth balled her hands in fists at her sides and clenched her jaw. It was obvious by the way the girls laughed sycophantically and twirled their hair, practically thrusting their tits in his face, that they were hitting on him. What did the idiot think would happen if he was gonna waltz around the beach shirtless like that?

She had half a mind to go over and interrupt them, but for some reason she found herself rooted in place. Annabeth wasn’t sure why she disliked them so much, but the more she thought about it, the less reason she realized she had to interfere. Percy wasn’t actually her boyfriend after all. Besides, he was free to leave at any time, but he hadn’t which probably meant he wanted to be there. In any case, it was none of her business to step in.

And yet, she couldn’t force herself to simply turn on her heels and leave either.

But then one of the girls, a haughty looking redhead, started tugging on his forearm insistently. Percy made a small show of resistance, enough to show he wasn’t interested, but apparently they didn’t seem to pick up on that because the other girl decided to help her friend by tugging Percy’s other arm.

Annabeth moved without realizing what she was doing and pulled Percy against her chest. A possessive thrill rushed through her when the look of discomfort on his face gave way to relief once he saw her.

She positioned herself in front of Percy and glared at the girls. “What’s going on here?”

The redhead’s eyes flashed with irritation, but she forced herself to muster a saccharine smile. “Oh, we were just inviting him to come have some drinks with us.”

“Can’t you see he’s clearly uncomfortable?” Annabeth asked. “I’m guessing he even told you he doesn’t drink too.”

The girls exchanged looks with each other. “I mean, he was obviously joking about that.”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

The girls recoiled like they had been slapped across the face. Annabeth took the opportunity to whisper to Percy that they were leaving and led him away by the hand before the girls could react. The girls protested behind them, but the only thing Annabeth could focus on was the feeling of Percy’s hand in hers. Blood pounded in Annabeth’s ears, and something simmered in her veins like magma. It took her a while to realize that Percy was calling out for her to stop.

“Annabeth, slow down,” Percy said. “You’re hurting me.”

Annabeth dropped his wrist like she’d been burned and looked away. “Sorry.”

Percy set the snow cones down and rubbed his wrist. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sur-”

“I said I’m fine,” Annabeth snapped.

Her tone was harsh enough to prove she was lying, but she couldn’t help it. Something dark smoldered in the pit of her stomach, making her restless. She didn’t know what it was, but the sensation was intolerable and she wanted it to stop.

Percy put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to face him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Annabeth balled her hands into fists and stared at her feet. “I-I don’t know. I’m just- I don’t know, I feel really weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just hated it, seeing the way they were clinging on to you,” Annabeth said tightly. “Why didn’t you just leave? It was like you wanted them to fawn all over you.”

“I tried but they wouldn’t let me leave.”

Annabeth met his eyes for the first time. “If you really wanted to leave, they wouldn’t have been able to stop you.”

Percy blinked in surprise and furrowed his brow. “Are you- are you jealous?”

Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest, and her face began to prickle. “I-I don’t know. I just didn’t like it.”

Percy’s lips tugged upwards involuntarily in a smile, making Annabeth even angrier. “What’s so funny?”

Percy hid his smile behind his hand. “Oh, um, nothing. Sorry. I just wanted to say that you didn’t have anything to worry about. They were making me super uncomfortable.”

Annabeth pursed her lips and said, “I find that kind of hard to believe.”

“Annabeth, come on, you could tell that they were creeping the fuck out of me from a mile away,” Percy said exasperatedly.

That was enough to coax a smile out of her. “You mean you didn’t like getting eye fucked by total strangers?”

Percy gave her an incredulous look and said, “You know, having tried it, I can’t really say it’s for me.”

“Yeah?” Annabeth asked, grinning.

“Yes,” Percy said flatly. “Besides, I already have a lovely fake-girlfriend willing to save me when I’m a damsel in distress.”

Annabeth’s heart skipped a beat. “Sounds like a real catch.”

“Oh, she most definitely is.”

Annabeth knew that Percy had meant it as a joke, but it made her heart squeeze a little in her chest all the same. She turned away before her face turned red and fought the ridiculous urge to smile. Christ, she needed to get ahold of herself.

“You good?” Percy asked carefully.

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah.”

“We should get going then,” Percy said. “The snow cones are starting to melt.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Annabeth said, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t be rude to the guy that bought you a strawberry-rhubarb snow cone.”

“A thousand apologies, your majesty.”

Percy hummed happily to himself. “That’s more like it.”

:::

After sunset, they finally left the beach and made for Rachel’s villa. The villa was massive, easily twice the size of Annabeth’s house, and designed in a Spanish style. Annabeth took a moment to admire the terracotta tiled roof, and the large windows that allowed for a generous view of the Pacific. The villa had six separate bedrooms, which she personally found a bit excessive, but it proved to be for the best since there were eight of them. After Rachel took a room for herself, the rest of them drew straws to determine who would have a room to themselves, and Annabeth somehow managed to win.

Annabeth’s first course of action after dropping off her luggage was to shower. She didn’t like having to shower after spending so much time in the ocean since it made her skin all dry and wrinkly, but it was still a relief to finally wash off all the sand that had stuck to her all day. Unfortunately, Annabeth had been forced to pack in a hurry, so she could only change into what she worn earlier that morning. She had only brought a single change of clothes with her and that was for tomorrow.

She took some time to admire her room while she towel-dried her hair. It wasn’t particularly large, but it was tastefully decorated. A large queen bed sat in the center of the room, flanked by a small cherry wood drawer. Sheer linen curtains framed a tall window that looked out over the ocean. Annabeth leaned against the open window sill and drank in the view of the Pacific. The full moon hung directly overhead and cast its pale, diffused reflection onto the dark water below.

Just as she finished drying her hair, there was a knock at her door. Percy peered into her room, fiddling with the zipper on his sweatshirt.

“Hey, ready to go? I think Jason and Leo are getting the fire started.”

Annabeth set her towel aside and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The bonfire was nearly fully lit by the time they arrived. Jason sat atop one of the four logs circling the pit and kept a watchful eye on the flames. Off to the side, Frank was helping Leo dump some charcoal into the mouth of an expensive looking barbeque grill. Rachel and Hazel chatted to themselves and cut meat and vegetables at the outdoor kitchen countertop. Piper was the only one that appeared to be missing.

Percy noticed that Frank and Leo were having trouble and went over to help them with the grill, leaving Annabeth alone. She didn’t want to be the only one twiddling her thumbs so she figured she would go and help Rachel and Hazel.

“Need any help?” Annabeth asked them.

Hazel shook her head. “No thanks. We are pretty much done here, but we appreciate the offer.”

“Besides, not sure how much I trust you in the kitchen with a knife,” Rachel teased.

“I’m not completely hopeless. I made Percy chicken soup when he got sick, and he said it was pretty good,” Annabeth protested.

Rachel laughed and said, “You could literally make Percy drink poison, and he’d tell you it was delicious if you were the one that made it.”

Blood rushed to Annabeth’s face, making Rachel laugh even harder. She patted Annabeth’s shoulder benevolently and said, “Trust me. It’s for your own good, Chase.”

Annabeth shrugged her off and sat on one of the logs with a scowl. “Where’s Piper?”

“Rachel forgot to get her ingredients, so she had to go buy herself dinner again, the poor girl,” Hazel said.

Rachel looked repentant enough for Annabeth to feel sorry for her, so Annabeth tried to comfort her by saying, “She’s probably more than happy to have Taco Bell twice in one day.”

Annabeth started when someone swatted the back of her head. She turned and looked up with a frown to see Piper standing behind her, holding a burrito.

“Heard that, asshole.”

“You’re literally eating a burrito right now,” Annabeth muttered.

Piper’s face turned pink. “It’s from Chipotle! You can tell by the size!”

“Wow, someone’s getting adventurous,” Annabeth deadpanned.

Piper sat down at the log across from her, beside Jason, and narrowed her eyes. “Bite me.”

Annabeth was interrupted by Leo before she could respond. He skipped over to them with a manic grin and said, “We finally got the grill working!”

“You’re not gonna accidentally blow us up or anything right?” Piper asked dubiously.

“Pipes, charcoal can’t explode,” Leo said flatly. “I know you’re a vegetarian and all, but that’s literally second grade science class.”

“You can never be too sure when it comes to you,” Piper sniffed.

Leo rolled his eyes and waltzed over to Hazel and Rachel. “Looks like you’re almost done! I’ll start taking things over to the grill to get started.”

“Frank, make sure you keep an eye on him!” Hazel shouted when Leo took a plateful of meat and vegetables with him.

Rachel declared to the group that she would go find where her father had stashed his alcohol and returned a short while later with an assortment of liquor and a tray full of glasses. They all poured themselves drinks, apart from Percy, and sat around the fire.

Annabeth had helped herself to some fancy looking bourbon, mainly because she had never tried it before. Her first sip made her throat burn and forced her to cough. Percy gave her a worried look, but she ignored him and took another sip. Once she got over how strong it was, she had to admit that the bourbon was really good. It didn’t take long for that familiar warmth to spread through her body and soften the harsh edges of the world around her.

It took some time for the food to arrive, but it was well worth the wait. Frank had found an array of spices in the kitchen pantry to season the meat with, so even the smell was incredible. After an exhausting day at the beach, they all practically inhaled their food. Piper finished her food first since she had a head start and set up a smores station for dessert. It wasn’t long before they were fighting for spots to roast their marshmallows on the fire.

Later, Rachel disappeared inside the villa and returned with an acoustic guitar. She strummed a few chords and started singing softly, the sound of waves and the crackling fire providing an ambient backdrop. At first, she sang on her own and they were content to listen, but as they got more drunk and uninhibited, they would join in whenever she played a tune they recognized. Barring Frank and Piper, the rest of them were practically tone-deaf, so it sounded so bad that it would send them all into fits of laughter.

It was at times like this that Annabeth was struck by just how lucky she was to have such good friends. She didn’t have many good things in her life, but this was one of them and it wouldn’t last forever. There was no telling where they would all be in a years time or if they would ever be this close again, but that didn’t make her feel sad. Instead, an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude surged through her veins, compelling her to drink in every moment and seat it into her memory so that she would never forget.

But through it all, Annabeth found her eyes drawn to the boy sitting beside her the most. She unconsciously pulled herself closer to Percy over the course of the night and luxuriated in the way their elbows knocked together, a reminder that he was there. Annabeth would catch herself staring at him and the way the flames lit up his laughing face, making him all look every bit as invincible as she felt. At some point, she caught his hand and tangled his fingers between her own, and when he squeezed her hand, she smiled so hard it hurt.

As the night wore on, more of them left, unable to stay awake any longer, until eventually Percy and Annabeth were the only one remaining. The quietness was welcome change after all the noise they had been making, but it was hard not to fall asleep the sound of the rolling waves. Annabeth struggled to keep her drooping eyes open, but Percy looked perfectly fine, probably because he was the only one who hadn’t drank.

“You should go get some sleep,” Percy murmured. “Look like you’re gonna pass out.”

Annabeth hummed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Don’t want to.”

“If you’re expecting me to carry you, you’re going to be sorely mistaken,” Percy said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re too heavy.”

If she had the energy, Annabeth would have scowled. “Rude.”

Percy grinned and looked out over the ocean with a pensive, almost melancholy look. Annabeth poked his cheek with her finger to get him to look at her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Percy said. “About everything, I guess.”

“Hmm, deep.”

Percy laughed and said, “Alright, smarty pants, I was thinking about the future and my friends and you.”

“Then why do you look so sad?” Annabeth asked, sitting up straighter.

Percy blinked in surprise and said, “I look sad?”

Annabeth nodded and pressed a finger to his brow. “You’re giving yourself wrinkles, like you always do when you’re upset.”

There was a pause before Percy said, “Remember earlier when you saved me from those college girls?”

“What about it?”

Percy stared up at the sky and smiled bitterly. “I never imagined you would ever get jealous over me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Annabeth found herself saying, “Neither did I.”

Percy turned to her with wide eyes, making her frown. “What?”

“I, uh, wasn’t expecting you to answer seriously.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes and nudged him affectionately. “I’m taking this seriously because you are.”

Percy smiled softly and said, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, you dork,” Annabeth said fondly. “Honestly, since when did you become the serious, responsible out of the two of us. What ever happened to the kid that caught frogs during recess and put worms in Nancy Bobofit’s locker?”

Percy laughed and said, “Well, one of us had to grow up, so I figured it might as well be me.”

Annabeth half-heartedly jabbed him with her elbow. “Jerk.”

“You’ve grown up a lot too,” Percy said. “You just don’t realize it.”

“Yeah, how so?” Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve learned to temper yourself. When you were younger, it was like fire ran through your veins. You acted like the world and everything were promised to you, not out of some sense of arrogance, but like it was your birthright. I remember how you used to argue with the teachers and stuff in front of the whole class because it never occurred to you that there were people you shouldn’t pick fights with. I was always kind of in of awe of how stupidly brave you were. I still am,” Percy said, softly.

A lump formed in Annabeth’s throat. Percy was right, about everything, but that wasn’t what was getting to her. It was the fact that his words were a testament to the fact that he had been there with her since the beginning. He had seen her as a bossy, bratty little seven year old and had stuck by her side all the way till now.

“We have been through a lot together, haven’t we?” Annabeth asked thickly.

The tender look in Percy’s eyes made her heart squeeze a little in her chest. “Yeah, we have.”

Annabeth screwed her eyes shut, unable to look at him. She didn’t want this to end, but the moment was beginning to get too much for her, so she stood up suddenly.

“Alright, enough with all the sappiness,” Annabeth said. “Race you to the beach?”

Without waiting for him to respond, Annabeth took off for the water’s edge, running as hard as she could. Percy started a moment later, humoring her like always, and quickly made up the distance. If it wasn’t for the sand and the fact that she was super drunk, Annabeth would have won, but it wasn’t long before Percy caught up to her and slung her over his shoulder. Annabeth shrieked and pounded on his back.

“You better not dump me in the water, you asshole!” Annabeth yelled.

Percy ignored her and sped towards the water, making her fear for the worst. She braced herself for impact, but it never came. Instead, he set her down onto dry sand and grinned down at her. Annabeth scowled and stood up, dusting the sand off her shorts, watching as he rolled up his shorts and waded further into the water. The encroaching tide was cold enough to make her jump when it tickled her toes, but Percy seemed perfectly fine going knee deep into it.

The moonlight streamed down on him, illuminating half his face with its pale glow. Wind rustled his hair and billowed through his clothes as he stared out at the horizon. Under the moonlight, he seemed to age backwards and actually look his eighteen years - the hard lines of worry on his brow smoothened, and the tightness and frustration in his jaws released. There was something about his pale figure standing in the inky sea that made him look so beautiful and true that it made it hard for her to breathe. It reminded her of how Piper had said she had fallen for Jason, how he had seemed to glow, and she couldn’t help feeling like she understood exactly what Piper had meant.

Percy noticed her looking and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Annabeth balled her hands into fists at her side. She wasn’t ready to say it. Not yet. “N-Nothing.”

Percy didn’t look convinced, but he shrugged all the same. Annabeth stared down at her feet so that she wouldn’t be forced to look at him, but her heart pounded in her chest urgently. She started when Percy draped his sweatshirt over her shoulders and stepped past her. It was warm, and it smelled like him.

“I’m gonna head inside,” Percy said softly. “Don’t stay out for too long, okay?”

Annabeth nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Percy lingered there for a moment longer before leaving. Annabeth waited till she heard him enter the villa before she collapsed down on the sand and hugged her knees to her chest. An explanation for her actions and feelings today were finally starting to dawn on her, which sent equal parts terror and exhilaration coursing through her as she stared up at the moon. Her inability to look at him conflicting with her desire never to leave him, the nervousness and exhilaration, the jealousy - all of it pointed to one thing. She was just having a hard time accepting it.

Whenever Annabeth had imagined falling in love, she had expected it to strike her like a bolt of lightning, illuminating her with a sudden, arresting, all-consuming knowledge.

She hadn’t ever imagined that it would be like this: soft and gentle, like an unfolding discovery, the way the petals unfurled when a flower bloomed. And yet, just as sure, just as certain.

Annabeth buried her face in her hands. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny it any longer.

Fuck.

She was in love with him, wasn’t she? She was in love with Percy Jackson.

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Brucie Baby~

You decide to top Bruce.

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Warning: Adult situations +18, Smut, Oral, Teasing, Femdom switch, Name calling, Swearing, Anal, Dubcon, Spitting (once)

A/n: okay so... Yeah as you can probably tell by now I am more of a bottom, but I really really wanted to give this a shot not to sure how I feel about it but I do hope that people like it, its really smutty. enjoy xx

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Brucie Baby~

Bruce was down in the Bat cave working on his latest device upon taking Clark's advice he had taken you to the hospital for a heart check up. As it turned out you do have an abnormal heart rate, an arrhythmia tachycardia no murmur or damage yet and not dangerous thank god but you needed to have it monitored. So Bruce was making you a tiny ecg, much like the ones on sports watches but as you had refused to wear one he was making one in the form of a thin flat delicate chain mail looking bracelet with a small platinum plate with Sweets engraved underneath and a small onyx on the top the bracelet was a modern looking piece small and was versatile, it would go with anything and more importantly it would send the data straight to his phone and computer wirelessly, he even set it up to log in the bat computer just to make sure it was never lost. He may or may not have also put a teeny tiny tracker on it to but you wouldn't be privy to either just yet holding his breath as he clipped the last piece in place holding it to the inside of his wrist then outside checking the data on his phone as it lit up recording his pulse, with one last look he was satisfied he pulled it away tucking it into a velvet lined gift box bought specifically for the piece. Standing he stretched looking up at the time six am he would need to be ready to leave at eight. It was your six month anniversary and you were both going to spend the week at his own little slice of paradise, since what was now called 'the incident' things had changed slightly he was a little hesitant when being intimate, not that he didn’t love you or anything like that he would argue that you didn’t just own his heart, you was his heart but he was afraid of hurting you at first it was because of your injuries, then your it was your heart now he was just worried not wanting to accidentally hurt you, not only that but he was stressed, he kept on replaying that night over and over, the way he slammed the breaks but knew he wasn’t going to stop in time, all he could do was watch as you came closer and closer. He was so close to loosing you that he didn’t want to risk any harm whatsoever including in the bed room. Alfred said he was being silly that you wasn’t going anywhere and that as long as you had your safe word you was safe, he didn't even bother to ask where Alfred had learned about that he thought he was better off not knowing. It was also Alfred who had suggested the week away together noting you was both a bit stressed with the incident then the move. So that what was happening a trip to his small private island in the Maldives, Dick was coming to stay and fill in for him on patrol. He snapped the box shut leaving the cave, when he arrived to the bed room he stopped dead seeing you sitting up reading with a travel mug you turned to him smiling.

"Hey baby, how was it tonight?" he shrugged turning closing the door.

"Not much, stopped a kidnapping and an a few assaults small things really"

"Not to the victims they wont be. I heard the boys come up earlier you stayed down there a while." he smiled slipping off his tight tshirt strategically throwing it on the chair covering the small jewelry box as he dropped that as well.

"Yes working on something"You smiled curling your toes into the bed beneath you.

"Oh really a new gadget? Oh oh is it a lazer? Please tell me its a lazer I have always wanted to play with one like the ones in James bond!" He gave you a look

"No its not a lazer and if it was you definitely wouldn't get your hands on it" you pouted but not for long as your favorite part of the day began it was the best bit of living here full time getting your daily dose of Bruce's delicious body without fail, he smirked dropping his bottoms and pants in one swoop as he made his way across the room. You watched him quietly biting your lip as he snuck into the bed slowly crawling up beside you plucking your kindle from your hand snapping it shut dropping it on the side table then slid higher leaning over you taking your mug from you placing it beside the kindle. You sighed at him shivering a little as his cock brushed the top of your thigh wetting the shorts you wore to bed as it twitched to life against you.

"And just what do you think your doing Mr Wayne? you know we have a flight to catch in what two hours?" he hummed tugging on your arms leaning down to your neck whispering into your neck

"It's my Jet it wont leave without me" you sighed pulling his face up abruptly holding him firm before pressing your lips to his, he was a little shocked to say the least but soon gave into you as you plundered his mouth forcefully taking what you wanted from him twisting and toying with his tongue before making him shiver as you ran the tip of your tongue over the roof of his mouth then sucked harshly pulling on his tongue he moaned when you pulled back. Blinking a little confused as to where that aggression had come from but you felt just how much he had liked the change of pace as you gripped his now fully erect cock between your delicate hands tugging once twice and one final third time twisting as the went rubbing over his slit making him bite off a groan arching into your hand with eager hips.Perfect.

"Well I don't think it would be nice to keep the pilot waiting, so I'm off to have a shower and recheck my bag and you should to, I'd say sleep but you don't have time" you said he moaned trying to grab you as you slipped out of the bed licking your lips, oh yes this trip would be incredible. You see you had fully healed from the night you discovered Bruce's secret and had been forced to the hospital about your heart and although it wasn't anything to worry about yet. Bruce had been very delicate with you. Not that you haven't enjoyed the sex but it wasn't the same, so you was stuck not sure what to do,you had already asked him but he insisted you wait a few more weeks to be sure. You wanted to do something get him so riled up that he would forget everything that has happened and ravage you once and for all. You smiled to yourself you had gone to Alfred for suggestions Alfred about what you should do to help. Alfred being the good sport he was smirked telling you to leave it with him already having a plan in mind, the next day a note had been slipped under your morning coffee with a single web address. You laughed giddy when you looked and saw a plethora of adult toys all dedicated to one kink Femdom safe to say most of the money you saved since living at the manor had brought you a whole arsenal of toys that was already at the house waiting as Alfred had arranged for it to be shipped directly there. You stopped just before walking through the door to the bathroom turning back to Bruce as he laid sprawled out on his back hand creeping to his cock that tented the blankets

"Oh and Bruce? leave that alone its mine if you don't you'll be sorry" you smirked at the shocked look on his face having to enter the bathroom quickly before you lost your composure and started laughing at the confused man. He through his head back cock twitching, you were up to something and he didn't know what but what he did know is he couldn't fucking wait. Closing his eyes he willed his raging boner to relax a little but he could still feel the tingles left by your hands. Shit. He heaved a sigh once he heard the shower, quickly getting up and hiding the bracelet in his packed bag stuffing the small box in his side pocket before beginning to get ready, he didn't need sleep yet he could wait until the flight and would probably nap by the sea once at the island. He sighed when racing past you when you stepped out of the shower turning it cold to help settle his problem you smirked nodding at him a little.

Thirty seven hours later you found yourselves stepping off of the plane the first thing you noticed was it was hot....Fucking hot you was happy you only had a thin dress on and the second was the sight that greeted you took your breath away you stood looking at what had to be a photo because this could not be real Bruce came up behind you yawning and stretching as he had just woken up, he looked well rested for the first time in weeks. He walked behind you kissing the back of your neck hugging you close.

"You like it?

""It-Bruce this is incredible I've never seen anything like this not in real life" you was awe struck by the pure white sand and crystal clear water, in front of you was a small thatched building that looked like it was for maintenance, beyond that a lush patch of brightly colored plants you could hear parrots and various other wild life in the trees and peaking thought you could see the beach. A long pier extending out with a large house at the end that you'd seen on the brochures from here you could see the slide that wrapped around it from the roof into the sea. you smiled turning to him excitedly

"Oh my god a slide? does it have one of those nets? you know the one that hangs over the water that you can lay on?" you asked jumping up a little he laughed nodding.

"Yes and the slide was for the boys when they were younger but I'm sure you will make use of it, there is an infinity pool at the back to, Jason got freaked out by the fish when he was little so I had it put in for him." you giggled as you saw someone you didn't recognize pick up your bags piling them into a small jeep Bruce walked you over to it holding you around the waist.

"Jason really? was he frightened of them?"

"No I wouldn't say frightened, he just didn't like the idea of them touching him, he loved watching them hence the pool is glass he would dive holding the top with his goggles and snorkel I was even considering getting some coral around it to encourage more but the more fish would have drawn sharks and I decided against it not with the boys." you snapped your head to him as you sat side by side in the Jeep as it started moving down the dirt road towards the house.

"Sharks? do they come close?" he patted your thigh at the cute expression

"Don't worry most are babies...Tho there was that hammer head that swam straight into the glass pool that one time, and the reef shark of 08 he hung about for a few days swimming below the house I wouldn't let the boys out it was quiet big, turns out they were fucking feeding it! Well Dick was, wanted to tame it and brag to everyone that he had a pet shark." you laughed you could imagine them sneaking out throwing food at the dangerous creature.

"Was that when Jason asked for the pool by any chance?" you said slyly as the jeep rounded the corner pulling out of the trees to the beach parking by the huge pier. You glanced along the beach noticing a large sunken area with a curved stone wall with wooden bench wrapped around it and huge sunken firepit full of smooth glittering stones. You jumped out of the car following Bruce down the the pier both taking your suitcases and rolling them behind you as you walked hand in hand down the long wooden structure hearing the jeep drive off back towards the airfield.

"Never though about it but yes it was it must, have scared him. I only found out they was feeding the damn thing when I caught Dick trying to get in the water with it,the silly little sod was adamant that he had 'tamed the beast' I only just dragged him out of the water in time. I can tell you he didn't try that again after the hiding he got." you chuckled but felt sorry for the boy. You finally arrived at the sleek modern villa upon entering you sighed in relief as the aircon was in full swing cooling the house to a comfortable tempature, it was one story the whole back of the building was huge panes of glass giving an uninterrupted view of the sea beyond it was open planned with the master bedroom on the far left of the house and two rooms for the boys on the far right in the middle was an open plan light and airy kitchen with center island and dining table in front and large living room with sunken u shaped sofa facing a fireplace with tv above, out side you could see the pool and large hammock net beside it to the left was a set of stairs integrated into the side of the house you assumed it was for the slide. It was beautiful he directed you through to the bed room placing your bags down you gasped as the view was stunning you almost felt like you was just skimming the clear water.

"Bruce this is-its beautiful, I've never seen anything like this" he smiled approaching you slowly placing his hands on your shoulders pulling you back against him.

"Good I’m glad you like it, I'm going to have a quick shower and change I will be right back" you nodded turning giving him a deep kiss before letting him go. Once he left through the door you moved fast finding your order that Alfred said was in here and ripping it open finding your toys, you guessed that you had around ten minuets which was enough you raced to the bed with the box quickly unwrapping what you assumed was the comfort hand cuffs, basically normal click hand cuffs with a soft lining they had a quick release to you noted you gave them the once over the chain between them was think so hopefully they would contain him, not wasting time you quickly threaded them threw the bars of the head bored looping it around twice and stuffed it down beside the mattress out of sight then repeated with two separate cuffs on either side of the base board. You quickly made your way back to the box pulling out your other goodies quickly fiddling with them figuring out how each thing worked and moved crawling under the bed finding a plug socket and plugged in the rechargeable wand and plug vibrator you sighed standing back up doing another round of the room checking everything was hidden. Smiling you fist pumped the air and pulled out the final thing you had got the the cherry on the smutty cake as it were. It looked a little tight but you could make do quickly stuffing it back in the box and fished out the rest from your suitcase then kicked it across the room out of the way. You panicked slightly trying to remember everything you had seen in the videos. You had planned this for just over a week using the time he was away at night to watch ridiculous amounts of femdom porn wanting to get this spot on. You knew he would like this just from the way he got turned on when you became as he called it 'Mama bear' you took a deep breath you could do this. You'd pay for it later .but you could do this. You kicked off your shoes and dress lying on the bed in only your panties you had forsaken your bra on the flight you turned facing away from the bathroom door staring out to the sea, it calmed you hearing the waves in the distance and the soft laps of water on the columns holding the house up just below the floor you nearly drifted off to sleep. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Bruce came waltzing in clad in only a towel."All ready and waiting for me love? I thought we could go relax in the Jacuzzi for a bit but if you insist, after all I do owe you for yesterday" he said quickly throwing the towel away and crawling on the bed you rolled over to meet him half way kissing him lightly at first before moving slowly sitting up deepening the kiss you moaned as he bit your lip sucking it then released opening your mouth you welcomed him letting him explore your mouth slowly before you latched on to his tongue sucking it quickly and biting it lightly rolling over to lounge across him he smirked cupping your ass as you moved straddling him you looked down noticing he was already half hard.smirking you shuffled up sitting on his cock trapping it between your covered pussy and his own abdomen a leaning over kissing him again slowly clasping his hands maneuvering them up past his head. Distracting him by running kisses across his jaw suckling and biting harshly making him moan the he returned the favor sucking a dark mark on your neck. Yes almost there. You guided his hands further across the pillows and grinded on him making sure to keep him occupied then CLICK! he flinched jerking his arms pulling his face away from you. You giggled at the shocked look on his face

"ERR Babe wh-what are you doing there hun?" he asked there was a tremor to his voice. you grinned at him leaning down to him again kissing his chest.

"I want to play Brucie baby~ You see you've been gentle and I just don't know what I have to do to get you to rough me up a bit. First I thought if I was a good girl you'd reward me, fuck me stupid again like you did before. I know you was worried that you'd hurt me again but sometimes a bit of pain is good. Soooo I thought that I'd show you." you winked at him crawling backwards down the length of his body leaving soft kisses. He stared mouth open speechless as you slid off of the bed, you could see it in the way his pupils were blown, eyes clouded with lust he was enjoying himself and the slight bobbing of his semi erect cock was a very good indicator. He shook his head laughing a little and smirked.

"Oh you think you can top me baby girl because you have a set of handcuffs? Fine I will play along give me your best shot"

"Oh baby, you are so going to regret that" you smiled bending down licking your lips as you quickly cuffed each of his ankles spreading him open you tutted and walked across the room to the box pulling out a two little elastic rings towards him,he visibly flinched and gulped a little as you stalked to the bed holding the toys.

"Hey wh-where did you get that? How do you even know what that is? my sweet lovely little girlfreind, you know I love you right babe?" you giggled sitting on the bed as he tested his cuffs trying to shift away from you as you ran the tip of a finger up and down his lower abdomen.

"Of course I know you love me I love you to and I'm pretty sure this is on your list isn't it? the big bad bat of Gotham who is always in control day and night wants to take the back seat once in a while? to be completely at my mercy for once?" he nodded a little swallowing dryly still trying to get his head around the fact that you, tiny innocent y/n had cuffed him to the bed and was stroking his stomach getting him ready for a fucking cock ring. You giggled placing your hand on the crown of his cock rubbing and teasing him with the pads of your fingers making his hiss arching leaning down licking at him then slowly dragged the tips of your nails up and over his whole length until finally he rose fully erect and ready, you made quick work of placing the cock ring over him rolling it down the pulled both balls through it gently moving him through the tight loop letting go he moaned as it started squeezing him tight then you moved quick placing the second one at his base trapping his balls between the two elastics you parted with a kiss and nip to them making him arch off the bed groaning loud panting heavy, he hissed as they constricted his heated flesh keeping him pointing directly up. You then tapped the head lightly sucking on it once then pulled away."Now I will be right back just going to freshen up." you said walking of to the side lifting your new outfit ignoring his protests listening as he tugged at the bonds swearing as he realized he might not be able to break away. He was fucked utterly fucked but oh boy was he going to enjoy it, this was his darkest deepest fantasy that no woman had ever even attempted, in his playboy years he had always been treated like a sugar daddy, they expected him to top each time ,they were desperate just wanting him to dominate them, control them and then fuck them silly. It was a secret desire that he was almost ashamed of, absolutely no one new not even Alfred who knew everything about him. He absolutely loved topping it was his thing but every now and then he wants to be topped, the idea of you using him, controlling him.

"UGH fuuuck" he cried out as the thought made his cock harden bouncing a little as he was held high moaning and twitching as he tried to focus on his breathing instead of the tight delicious throbbing of his cock. Meanwhile you entered the bathroom putting on your new outfit, well you use the term outfit loosely it was one of those cute goth girl type harnesses that looped in v's across your breasts wrapping up around your neck in a choker and matching thong you paired it with Bruce’s favorite stocking and garter set thick band of lace wrapped around your waist attached to matching lace trimmed stockings and killer heels- he liked you in heels- then ruffled your hair applying you expensive red long wear lipstick, this particular one needs a special lipstick remover and had also been a new purchase just for this. You grabbed the last item a fierce looking black riding crop. oh yes this was worth epilating for. You felt so ready for this your insides aching for him if everything went to plan you’d be thoroughly fucked out by the end of the day then took a deep breath pushing aside your own arousal. Not yet today was for Bruce. Hearing the rattle of the cuffs a and a deep frustrated moan. You opened the door strutting to wards the bed watching him whither trying to tug himself free, he hadn't noticed you yet you licked your lips in anticipation. Excellent. you quickly brought the crop down on the v above his angry looking cock making him hiss and stop mouth agape as he saw you.

"Fuck me" he said drinking in your form you smirked sitting on the bed running the tip of the crop up his neck pressing on his jaw to close it humming at him.

"Not yet baby we've only just started, oh honey that looks uncomfortable~" you said tapping his red swollen cock with the crop quickly he grunted, couldn't take his eyes off of you as you got up and walked around the bed sliding beneath it you came back up resting your head on your elbow on the bed level with his face

."I almost feel bad about what I'm going to do you you. But this is a lesson you need isn't it love?" you watched his eyes widen as you lifted your hand holding a Pink wand vibrator. His breath hitched yep he was definitely completely and utterly fucked with capital F. He moaned

"No nono Sweets come on! that's not fair!" You smirked at him as he growled tugging on the cuffs again.

"OH but it is Brucie it is fair, pay back is a bitch and so am I" You picked up the crop striking him across the stomach with it leaving red strips across him then once lightly on the fat head of his cock as you moved taking your place between his spread thighs. Stroking him lightly barely touching him swirling your fingers around him making him swear at your cool hands.

"Today my love you are not Bruce Wayne, you are not the bat or even the boss. No today you are a little subby, little Brucie baby and lastly but definitely not least you are my toy!" You smiled as he grunted loud trying to buck, tho you wasn't sure if it was away or towards your hand.

"Im counting on you using my safe word if things get to much for you ,you remember what it is?" You asked him still stroking him slowly pressing your fingers every so often as you twisted making sure to rub the sensitive underside of his head a little making him hiss and groan

"Brownies" you smiled leaning down ghosting your breath on him. Letting one hand slip to the apex of your own thighs shuddering as you made contact with your engorged clit rubbing lightly coaxing small gasps and moans.

"Good boy, such a good boy" before you licked at his slit he groaned thrusting up trying to penetrate your mouth. You pulled back scraping him with your teeth collecting some precum along the way making a point of sticking out your tongue to him showing him his own seed before swallowing it licking your lips tutting you moved your hand clenching your hand around him reprimanding him.

"OH baby you want my mouth? you'll have to behave then and I might let you have it" he swore when you placed the wand sneakily beneath both rings pressing it tightly against the flesh below his balls flicking it on.

"OH FUUUCK shitshit thats-Ahh!" he grunted torn between trying to press down and pull away as the vibrations traveled from his root to tip making the elastics tremble against one another teasing his trapped cock, you smiled wickedly before flicking it up not one but two levels enjoying the cry that ripped from deep in his chest, it was an unexpected pleasure watching as his whole upper body tensed curling his muscles bulging trying to free himself he panted a few deep breaths then held his breath grunting before panting quickly again whining trying to rut into it. Quickly you pulled it away before he could cum giggling as he through himself back on the bed panting already covered in sweat you didn’t give him long to recover before pressing it hard to the swollen balls peaking taught from between the rings. The reaction was immediate this time his whole body ceasing, locking and trying to squirm away all at once. Slowly you moved it up to his weeping head rolling it around in delicate circles he grunted throwing his head back into the pillows turning his head to his bicep biting down trying to stifle his moans but couldn't hold back for lone as you tortured him with slow deliberate strokes.

"OH FUCK PLEASE! Pleaseplease baby fuck yes I'm so close! NO! NONONO" Just as he started rocking moaning higher and more desperate you pulled away pouting at him you wriggled on your knees rubbing your thighs together watching him fall apart was the most arousing thing you’d ever seen, unable to take it anymore as you soaked your own thighs you spoke.

"You know your right its not fair" you quickly straddled him placing the wand beneath your swollen folds then pressed down rubbing on it. You moaned as Bruce thrashed beneath you trying to touch .So close yet so far. You as you rocked on the toy crying out as the vibrations made your swollen clit ache and swell with need but at the same soothed you as your pussy clenched leaking on the toy panting softly.

"OH! that's it fuck yesyesyes" you leaned forward hands on his chest looking straight in his eyes mouth open as you tensed quivering feeling his muscles tense the wand low enough on his abdomen to tease the muscles of his pelvis tensing forcing his cock to throb and move before he knew what was happening he was arching shouting his pleasure as he came for the first time bucking despite the cock ring still holding him at a full attention. You laughed at him as you carried on thrusting wildly on him leaning down more to kiss at his open mouth. He met you in a ferocious battle of tongues desperate for any contact he could get panting and shivering. You stopped yourself short gasping sliding off of him taking the toy with you. You would wait.

"Oh baby look at all this mess?" You said flicking off the wand you wouldn't need it now. He panted hissing through his teeth as you began to crawl over him sucking him sharply making him yelp out.

"FUUUCK NONONO BABY DONT IT'S TO MUCH-AHH UGH UGH NO PLEEEAASSEE!" You chuckled as he fought desperate to get away and stop you, ignoring him you pushed onto him swallowing him down until, your nose was flush against him moaning loud onto him he cried out higher then you had ever heard him then pulled back slowly bobbing onto him he panted cried and swore as you continued using your lips as you ran along his length popping off of him he went lax but only for a second choosing to torture his sensitive cock with your hand two fingers at first squeezing him keeping your pumping thumb on the vein underneath it he shook, thighs tensing and quivering his upper body tense a flush of deep red almost purple creeping down his body.

"BITCH! OH JESUS!Your a fucking bitch you OOOHHH NOO PLEASE! WAIT! Im gonna fuck-shit FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! fuck you so hard you'll be bed bound for days!" You laughed

"Im counting on it! Aww baby is it sore? Goood I want it to HUUUURT!" Then fisted him with both hands pumping as fast as you could go your pussy clenched as you drove him beyond pain to the pleasure beyond it he cried throwing his head back cumming a second then third time in what seemed under a minute you stopped then puling away.

"Oh wow that was hot look at all this baby, Is it all for me? So good but whats this my love? Your still hard that must mean you want more musn’t it?" You said scooping up his cum before rubbing it over his torso he groaned pitifully at you shaking his head still trying to catch his breath you crawled up him quickly sliding your thong to the side impaling yourself on him squealing as his hard cock stretched you burning you from the inside out he tensed and shuddered beneath you looking up with tears in his eyes.

"FUUUUUUUUCK no babe I cant! NONONONONOOOO!" You just licked your lips bouncing on him rotating your hips grinding your clit on him then changed direction forcing him to hit that spot making your eyes roll back you placed your hands either side of his head grinding on him panting breathy moans in his ear.

"Fuck are you gonna cum again Brucie? Come on love do it for me" you moaned loud and clenched around him tight making him whimper unable to speak he just nodded

"Good, such a good boy for me now I want you to cum! To fill me like never before you can just imagine it cant you love fucking me full, so I drip with you for days oh YES! FUCK UGH BABY PLEASE AAHHH!" you tucked your head in the crook of his neck rocking desperately against him as the change in angle brushed both your g spot and cervix you moaned tensing closing your eyes as you tummy quivered and you felt the heat move lower finally reaching your pussy you grunted as you came around his cock twitching as your walls fought to milk him he opened his mouth in a silent scream cumming for the forth time jerking into you tight heat as you came undone over him. You panted laying on him catching your breath as you came down from your high, giggling rolling off of him as he chuckled lightly closing his eyes you thought that was enough for today he looked utterly exhausted you lay beside him kissing his heaving chest patting his stomach

"I love you Bruce" he leaned down kissing your head

"I love you to Sweets, can you uncuff me now think we both need to relax in the Jacuzzi with some wine now" you hummed in response moving to the bottom of the bed releasing his legs then using the quick release on the hand cuffs. With precise movements you was maneuvered far to quickly for your liking being thrown over his shoulder he growled ripping off the cock rings hissing.

"Wha? Bruce how are you?" You was interrupted with a harsh spank on your pussy whining you moved your hands trying to cover yourself as you was dumped in the sunken hot tub out on the deck, grabbed again from behind as you surfaced the shaking your hair out blindly grabbing for anything using your confusion he pulled harshly at the thong snapping it clean off throwing it on the deck. He held both arms behind you pressing you to kneel on one of the hot tub seats knees spread and bending you forward slightly having your ass hang just over the bottom of the seat ,gulping as a very pissed of Bruce towered over you from behind gripping your throat restricting your air flow holding you still leaning his chest into you.

"B-Brucie?" He dug his fingers in to your neck before growling into your ear"Shut the fuck up woman! You really thought I'd let you get away with that?" He moved shuffling his still hard cock to your sopping entrance that was still twitching tapping it on your clit, sliding up and down between your lips, your walls spasmed and quivered, he was definitely going to make you pay and you couldn't wait.

"OH GOd! plEASE FUCK MEE! please Bruce I want your cum! PLEASE fill me again I want it!"

"You think your getting this cock Up your greedy cunt after that? Oh baby no, I'm gonna fuck your ass good and proper, your going to feel me for days, your pussy might not be worthy of my cock right now but I can do this" you screeched as he started the jets realizing why he held you here as a powerful jet sent a constant stream of water up to your pussy massaging your poor clit you curled into yourself letting out a long drawn out groan pressing into him he chuckled as you cried out loud, it was incredible and painful all in one as the water massaged your swollen flesh you rocked and withered against it

"OH OH FUCK BRUCE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE IM SORRY!" He smiled licking at your neck making sure to stand firm holding you still as you moaned and panted before he used on hand to line himself up with your tight pucker his blunt head pressing hard in warning your eyes widened tilting back mouth open in one continuous cry with out wasting time he lurched forward past the tight ring of muscle grunting as the tight ring nearly chocked his cock he rocked slowly feeding you inch after inch.

"Oh baby girl your so tight shit yes fuck! You want to be fucked full? Well baby girl there was no need for all of this You could have asked." You whimpered moaning as he drove in deeper filling you to the hilt you grunted in pain as he pressed his balls to your cheeks, as painful as it was the jets directed to your clit abusing it eased you overall experience you panted gasping and whining as he fucked you harshly not giving much care to you as he pulled and pushed his way up into you, and you love every second of it moaning loud as the water lapped at you you screamed trying to wriggle away from him as your body trembled your walls clenched so tight they almost cramped in on themselves as you was left empty as you came looking up at him tears rolling down your face as he carried on fucking into your sore ass, not letting you escape the jet below you moving down to spit into your open mouth. The filthy gesture made you clench again around nothing in the middle of your orgasm you whined frustrated and over sensitive panting harshly as he pulled out of you tipping you further forward bending you completely over the side you stared into the clear ocean below as he moved forward plowing into your swollen abused pussy

"AH SHIT BRUCE PLEASE I CANT" he growled at you

"You can and you fucking WILL! UGH! SHIT! yesyesyes take it babe ah ah ah!TAKE IT BABE COME ON YOU WANTED THIS NOW YOU'VE GOT IT" you shivered clenching your hands and curling your toes as he battered your cervix pressing down as he went to stroke your sensitive soft spot, still trembling you shouted out as your clit throbbed an your pussy hummed to life as he took you above and beyond anything you’d felt with him before, one hand was gripping your ass as he thrusted forward with no mercy legs shaking as the water jet used to torment you now pulsed over his balls as he pounded into you. You wailed as he moved his hand to your clit pinching and tugging on it forcing you to orgasm again this time his hips stuttered and with one last pound forward he lifted your knees off of the seat completely forcing you to straighten your legs holding his hands on the edge of the deck either side of you holding trapping you pushing stretching your cervix forcing the tip of his cock inside before he came you screeched loud as he did feeling his hot cum spurt into your fluttering womb he held you still as you panted in shock of what just happened still feeling him twitching inside of you.

"Thats it THATS IT!! FUCK FUCK GOOD GIRL! AH AH yesyesyes shit shit! You feel that? UGH! Thats what you get! My.Fat.Cock deep inside of you, marking you as mine! Because that what you are my little slut! Mine to fuck and fill as I see fit, you wanted to be full now you are and if you let so much as one drop escape I will drag you to the bed and start all over again and again until you learn to keep my cum inside of you where it belongs!" He ground himself against your stinging clit laughing as you whined

"Bruuuuce I'm sore" he kissed your back

"Good I wanted it to hurt" he threw your own words back at you nipping your ear load before pulling out you hissed when he twisted to sit in the water with you on his lap cradling you to his chest kissing you.

"I love you babe , that was the best sex we have had in a long time isn't it?" You nodded cupping his jaw kissing it.

"Yeah... sorry if I was to much I kind of got into it... more than I thought I would actually" its true you was surprised at how much it had turned you on to have him to the point of tears. He smiled rubbing your back his other hand moving to change the jets to a low hum massaging your tired muscles.

“Nonsense you were perfect, it was incredible more than i could have ever hoped for, but where did you get the stuff? And where the fuck did you learn about all this femdom stuff?" You blushed twiddling his light dusting of chest hair smileing coyly at him.

"Well Alfred slipped me a note with a web address on it and that was all she wrote." You kissed him as his face dropped

"WHAT? Alfred as in Alfred Alfred? The man who raised me Alfred? Our Alfred?" You giggled nodding he sighed

"Holy shit" you sat up tugging your new harness off wincing as you saw the red marks it left where your large breasts were pressing on it he looked down hissing on your behalf running a finger across it.

"And I watched a shit load of femdom porn when you was out patrolling, I planned this for over a week ... nearly two I just wanted us to go back to the way we used to have sex, wanted to prove to you that I'm fine now, you don't have to worry about hurting me, I promise I will stop you if its too much the only way I could think of was to top you, so you knew what it was like you know?" He nodded as you leaned against him resting your head on his chest.

"I definitely understand, I'm sorry I just got so caught up in wanting to make sure you was completely healed, I was considering asking superman to come and double check that your ribs were fine, that's when Alfred pulled me aside telling me I was being stupid and suggested this trip." You scoffed then froze "Wait he suggested this trip? He told me it was you? And he-THAT LITTLE SHIT! Bruce he has had us both over!" You growled then pouted

"Come again?" You snorted at him

"Not yet love still tender" he bellowed a laugh at that

"Any way what I mean is he suggested the trip gave me the website link and arranged for the stuff to be hear for our arrival.... he set us up, and to be honest I’m greatful but damn your butlers pretty cunning... I suppose its true the butler really did do it." Bruce belly laughed

"Hey I've got something for you" he said before standing taking you with him you giggled as he carried you to the bed room placing you on the bed softly leaving with a kiss kneeling routing around in his case pulling out his gift.

"Here I made this for you, I know I shouldn't worry but I do" you took the box tentatively opening it seeing a beautiful silver chainmail bracelet with small plate and strategically placed onyx. You gasped slowly pulling it out.

"Bruce? What I don’t know what to say its beautiful" he sat beside you placing it on your wrist smiling as it fit perfect, not that he doubted the fit he may have measured your wrist when you was sleeping.

"Its a heart monitor and sends the data to my phone computer and even the bat computer, so I wont worry as much, the hospital said to monitor it but going to the hospital for and ecg every three months wasn't good enough for me so I made this, I want you to wear it as much as possible, its water proof so you can swim and shower with it.Happy six month anniversary" You leant forward kissing him deeply and pulled away admiring your new bracelet.

"Thank you I feel bad I didn't get you anything" he bellowed a laugh

"Babe you gave me the best orgasm of my life and I got to fuck your ass that's plenty trust me, tho if your really that upset I wouldn't say no if you bent over again for me" you squeaked blushing slapping his chest

"Oh? Whats all this then? How can you go from being a hot sexy mistress to a innocent little baby doll in what ten minutes?"you pouted pushing on him whining embarrassed. Then you heard a small beep below the bed you froze. You had forgotten about that. Bruce looked at you curiously then went under the bed sighing as he came up holding the specially designed prostate massager you chuckled nervously as he cock an eyebrow at you.

"Were you gonna try and stick this up my ass?" You shrugged

"Hehe well I err funny thing-sort of? maybe.....The guys on the videos liked it..... So I kind of you know thought I'd try it." You explained rubbing the back of your neck as he just stared.

"Haha no. Absolutly not, you are not sticking anything up my ass babe." He said placeing it beside the bed. You pouted muttering under your breath

"Like you'll have a choice when I do." He snapped his gaze at you.

"What was that? You want it up yours? well why didn't you say babe" your eyes bugged out as he stepped towards you grinning mischievously, you screamed giggling getting off the bed running out into the deck as he chased you diving at you plunging you both into the pool. You giggled as he held you against him in the water holding your ass as you wrapped your legs around him kissing one another.

"I love you so much you know I'd do anything for you right?" he asked staring straight into your eyes you nodded

"I love you to Bruce honestly couldn't imagine ever being with out you,I truly believe your my soulmate" he smiled pressing his forehead to yours closing your eyes you stayed there with him just enjoying being held. Then Bruce had to ruin the sweet moment.

"Soo hammock sex yes or no?" You deadpanned pulling away

"Let me guess its on your list?" He shook his head

"Nope not that list... I have a different list for holidays" you groaned shaking your head at him swimming to the edge on the pool watching the colorful fish swim just beyond the glass.

"Tomorrow? Lets just relax for today" he swam up beside you crossing his arms on the rim of the glass.

"Fine by me" you both stayed there enjoying the peaceful surroundings. You was content thing were definitely back to normal. you snuck another kiss pulling yourself up to the glass beside him as he held you by the waist leaning on him looking at your new bracelet twinkly in the sun.

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The TRUE Story Behind Friday The 13th (1980), And America’s 7 Most Haunted Campsites & Lakes That Will Definitely Ruin Your #VACAY

It was sometime around midday when Nils Gustafsson’s body was found on the shore of Lake Bodom. The 18 year old was alive, however, despite his broken jaw and the concussion.

The three people lying next to him were not.

In the early hours of June 5th 1960, Nils, Irmeli Bjorklund, Tuulikki Makiwer, and Seppo Boisman were attacked by an unknown person armed with a knife whilst camping at one of Finland’s most serene tourist spots.

12 years later, a former suspect confessed to the crime. The local kiosk keeper was known to be irritated by the presence of the youngsters in the area and it was assumed he took his rage into his own hands.

He alleged that he did indeed commit the murders in a suicide note before drowning himself in the lake that overlooked them. His wife has since provided evidence that refutes this.

This tragic story is still under investigation to this day, with the sole survivor being put up for trial for killing his own girlfriend and her friends himself. But what makes this tale quite so terrifying is that we’ve heard this story before.

We’ve read it on r/nosleep, we’ve heard it at a sleepover, and we’ve told it round the campfire. We’ve even seen it on the TV, too.

It’s been 41 years since the terrifying events at Camp Crystal Lake were recounted in the horror classic Friday The 13th (1980). But what happened at Lake Bodom is not the only time the stories we tell around the campfire actually happened. And right by the crackling logs, too.

Today we unmask the dark inspiration behind Friday The 13th and make some smores at the most haunted campsites in the US, each with their own tale as terrifying (and tragic) as what happened at Camp Crystal Lake.

First, Let’s Recap Horror’s Most Iconic Franchise, Friday The 13th

It’s not easy to summarise a franchise lumbered with 12 films, a TV series, and a gaggle of video games following in close pursuit. But I’ll try.

This American horror franchise follows Jason Voorhees, a serial killer who drowned as a child at Camp Crystal Lake while the camp councillors were having *sex*. Following this tragic event, the lake was rumoured to be cursed according to the superstitious locals and became the setting for several mass murders carried out by Jason or in his name.

It was one of the original slasher flicks released in an attempt to cash in on the success of Halloween (1978) and was actually the highest grossing horror franchise of all time - until about 3 years ago.

The reboot of it’s arch nemesis, Halloween (2018), left Jason in the shadow of Michael Myers.

The franchise starts by introducing us innocent viewers to the mysterious folklore surrounding Camp Crystal Lake when the new councillors rock up to revamp it. Then Jason Vorhees’ mother starts pickin’ em off one by one in vengeance for the death of her son who was born on - yep, you guessed it - Friday the 13th.

There’s actually not much mention of the date in the franchise, with some claiming only on his birthday does Jason commits the murders. But this is what’s so great about the films: at its core it’s a story told around the fire by American kids at summer camp.

Just like ‘The Hook’ or ‘Killer In The Backseat’, Jason’s murder spree fits a simple plot line copy-n-pasted for urban legends. There’s a mysterious killer with a mysterious motivation who does terrible things at a mysterious location.

We see the events of these baseless stories happen in the grainy footage of the 80s and the pierce-your-eyeballs HD of 2009, right where the stories are typically told. It’s meta. It’s mindful. It sounds like a boring 90 minutes stretched out of an urban legend you could tell in 45 seconds flat.

The franchise does sprinkle in a handful of bad luck symbols amidst the buckets of blood ‘n’ guts to fit the title, but it’s setting on this infamous day is merely a technicality to pull us headfirst into the not-so-urban and not-so-legendary plot line.

Most urban legends are just that: legends. Rumours pieced together from random scraps of information until they juuuuuust about make sense. But most of these rumours have basis in reality. Despite the creators claiming it was not directly based on a true story, we already know events eerily similar have taken place.

But what happened at Lake Bodom was not the only occurrence of such terrible events. We will get them later.

Even if Victor Miller wasn’t inspired by the cursed lakes and haunted campgrounds littered across the States, they clearly took inspiration from one paranormal phenomena.

(Hint: it’s in the title.)

Why Is Friday The 13th Considered Unlucky?

We’ve never had a good relationship with the number 13. Triskaidekaphobia can be traced back as far as Norse mythology when 12 gods were having a dinner party until Marvel-fan-favourite Loki arrived and arranged for someone to be shot.

The god that was shot, Balder, died, and it was then that the “earth got dark. It was a bad, unlucky day.” A similar dinner party, this time hosted by Jesus and his disciples, also gave ‘13’ a bad name.

Judas was the 13th to sit at the table during the Last Supper and his betrayal of Christ gave it its more mainstream reputation.

There are many more events like this, whether mythical or based in reality, that link the number 13 to bad luck. But what is about Friday the 13th?

Friggatriskaidekaphobia - or fear of Friday the 13th - lumps together the cursed backstory of the number 13 and the fear of the unluckiest day of the week. Eve gave Adam the apple on a Friday, their son killed his brother on a Friday, and Jesus was crucified on a Friday.

It’s not looking good.

But fear of the date Friday the 13th was only planted in mainstream Western culture in the 20th century. 73 years before Jason Vorhees mother slut-shamed those camp councillors, Thomas William Lawson published the book Friday, the Thirteenth (1907).

Lawson told the tale of an NYC stockbroker who used superstitions about the date to create chaos on Wall Street and rake in the cash.

*sweats in GameStop*

From here furore about the date festered with every occurrence (which can be as much as three times a year). There’s no escaping it, even if a hockey-masked killer is interrupting your campfire sing along.

To this day, the American economy loses about $900 million every Friday the 13th. Flights are half-filled, spending is reduced, and some daren’t leave their homes until midnight strikes.

Funnily enough, the franchise only contains 12 movies so far, but this echoes the unluckiness of 13 that much further. Another reason we fear the number is because 12 is used so much to represent completeness. The months of the year, the hours in a day - 13 goes beyond that. 13 plays on that.

It takes what we know and twists it a ‘lil. But just enough to strike fear into even the least superstitious.

The 7 Haunted Campsites And Lakes That You Should Emotionally Block Out When You’ve Finished Reading This

Holy Ghost Campground, New Mexico

Nestled in the Sante Fe National Forest, this is an isolated but serene location perfect for pitching a tent and starting a fire. But 300 years ago, something happened there that might make the howling wind that much more terrifying.

The area is reportedly haunted by the spirit of a Spanish priest murdered there in the 18th century. But the entire area has a reputation similar to the Bermuda Triangle. People just tend to disappear into thin air over there. No clothing is found and no bones or bodies are discovered.

UFOs have been sighted overhead, shadows have wandered through the forest, and voices have echoed into the night. Just like the Bermuda Triangle and the lesser-known Alaskan triangle, there are claims of a ‘cosmic doorway’ where different energies and entities flit between realms.

Big Moose Lake, New York

Grace Brown was only 18 years old when she died. She was unmarried and she was pregnant by her boyfriend, Chester Gillette. This was a bad situation to be in in 1906.

She went with her soon-to-be-fiancee to the Adirondacks mountains assuming he would propose during the trip, saving her from a ruinous fate. But one day, she would not return to the campsite from which they stayed.

Knowing she couldn’t swim, Gillette paddled their boat out to the middle of the lake, grabbed a tennis racket from inside his bag, and smashed in her head.

She then fell into the water and drowned. To this day, campers have reported supernatural occurrences around the lake. She is often seen wandering the shores of the lake, visiting the local cottages nearby, or reliving her traumatic death.

According to local legends, she is trying to extinguish all the lights in the local houses. No one knows why.

Lake Morena, California

On the other side of the US, events similar to those seen in Santa Fe were playing out.

In 1983, these supernatural occurrences were reported in the local paper: “More than Fish Haunt Morena”. Park rangers and tourists have witnessed and reported a vast range of phenomena, not limited to heavy footsteps following visitors, noticing the figure of an old man in the corner of their eye, and even seeing people levitating.

One of the most infamous sightings of paranormal activity was when a ranger had a relative staying over in his house. The relative woke up in the middle of the night to see a baby’s christening gown float across the room.

“It floated to her, brushed her cheek, floated back where she had first seen it and disappeared.”

Lake Ronkonkoma, New York

To this day many locals won’t dip a toe in Lake Ronkonkoma - and it’s easy to see why.

Long Island’s deepest lake was once the setting of a tragic love story. Just like Romeo & Juliet, but far wetter. Legend has it back in the 17th century a Native American princess fell in love with a colonist on the other side of the lake.

The star-crossed lovers were forbidden from meeting, and the princess wrote notes confessing her love on a piece of bark and floating it across the lake. Heartbroken by the lack of response, she canoed to the middle of the lake, stabbed herself in her broken heart, and her body slumped into the icy waters below.

Some versions of the legend claim before she died she cursed the lake.

Whichever you believe, the routine drowning of a young man on a yearly basis is enough to stir up the story. There have been at least 160 drownings here from the 1850s to the 1970s. A majority were men, fitting the story.

Is she still looking for the man she could never be with? Or is she punishing the local community for the divide that kept her from her love?

Lake Lanier, Georgia

There are a number of ghosts seen at this lake. There’s the spirit of a woman in a flowing blue dress roams around this lake, and several pairs of supernatural hands have been felt reaching out of the depths and grabbing swimmers mid-stroke…

But this paranormal phenomena is nothing compared to what lurks underneath the water.

The lake was actually created in the 1950s by flooding valley communities. The local government wanted to provide surrounding towns and the city of Atlanta with water and power, but to do this they’d have to create ghost towns and then effectively drown them.

Locals that had sold land to the government gathered during the building of the dam and watched the waters rising above the place they once called home. But in these communities were cemeteries. The dead did not consent to this.

More than 200 people have died in mysterious accidents on the lake since 1994.

Manchac Swamp, Louisiana

The Manchac wetlands are known for being, well, grotesque. They’re thick with pea green ooze, riddled with bugs, and festering with ‘gators. But according to some, the greatest threat was the local Voodoo priestess, Julia Brown.

She was known for her charms, curses, and singing strange songs on her porch. But there was one verse which in hindsight makes a lot of sense: "One day I’m going to die and take the whole town with me."

On the day of her funeral a huge hurricane swept through Louisiana. On September 29th 1915, the 125mph winds killed 300 people with homes, buildings, and railways destroyed.

Locals claim this was caused by a curse created by Brown. She is even rumoured to still be seen cackling by the water’s edge.

Lake Tahoe, California

Tahoe-Truckea is steeped in paranormal tales, stretching back as far as the legends of the local Native Americans. Many hotels and cabins claim to have their own supernatural entities concealed within their hotel which you can see for yourself - for a booking fee, of course.

But the spirit that haunts Emerald Bay can be seen for free.

Captain Dick Barter was known for telling stories of his seafaring days in the early 19th century. His encounters with capsizing in frosty waters, grizzly bear attacks, and by the sounds of it serious alcoholism made him talk of the town.

Apparently Captain Barter just can’t stop reliving his glory days.

One night after goin’ heavy in the bar, Barker boarded his boat to sail home. But he was never seen again. Somewhere on the route back he capsized and died. His body was never found.

His spirit is often seen swimming in the area during foggy moments, trying to find his way back to the tomb he built years before he passed.

So that was depressing.

Anyway.

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(That’s really sad, isn’t it?)

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ladyanput · 4 years

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Can you write some alya salt where she uses “Adrien deserves better than some bakers daughter” in front of the entire class and the Batfam

Cocoa, I stg I love you.

Okay, to let everyone know, Marinette and the rest of the class is eighteen, okay? I don't do creepy with children.

I'm not the one who drew that Miraculous comic.

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Marinette was having a nice day today, a dreamy face spread across her face as she gazed out her classroom window from her seat in the back of the class. Damian had texted her, telling her that he had a big surprise for her. She could only imagine what it was her boyfriend was going to do, he could be a bit unpredictable, but that's what she loved about him.

She was so lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice Alya storming up to her, a fury glint in her eyes. The reporter slammed a cell phone down in front of Marinette.

"How could you be so messed up, Marinette? I know you're a bully, but I didn't expect you to be this trashy!" Alya snarled at the dark haired girl, soon crossing her arms.

Marinette stared down at the phone, seeing the texts sent to this phone. Many of them saying how Adrien was all theirs, that they wouldn't let Lila get her hands on him, that they and Adrien were destined to be together. Once glance at the number make it clear that this was Marinette's old number, before she had disconnected her old phone and had gotten herself a new cell phone. Not that the class had noticed, as no one had texted Marinette in the past three years.

"You're a real crazy stalker, you know that? You're just so jealous that you threaten Lila? She's with Adrien, get over it! He doesn't want anything to do with you!" Alya slammed her hands on the desk again, glaring furiously, while Lila sat at her seat, surrounded by the class and pitifully sniffling. Adrien was nowhere in sight.

"Alya, I didn't send those." Marinette said flatly, picking up her bag. Screw it, she'd wait for Damian out in the courtyard, school was over anyways.

"It's your phone number, don't lie to me.." Alya hissed, reaching out for her, but stumbled when Marinette merely nudged her aside and headed outside. With a screech of rage, Alya stormed after her, the class following close behind, none of them seeing Lila's grin as she followed.

When Marinette entered the courtyard, she was surprised to see Damian standing there with his family and her parents. She lifted her hand to wave, but Alya roughly grabbed her wrist and made her turn around.

"You're not walking away from this, Marinette! If you need harrassing Lila like this, you'll get arrested! Get it in your head! Adrien doesn't want you! He would never want a baker's daughter, someone so useless and uninspiring! You'll never reach great heights, Lila does! Lila has more talent grace in one pinky, than you have in your entire being! You'll always be a nobody and you need to learn to deal with that."

"I highly suggest you unhand my fiancée." Damian's icy tone halted any conversation. Everyone turned and stared at him, seeing the cold fury in his green eyes. He strode up and grabbed Alya's wrist so tightly, she yelped and released her grip on Marinette. The youngest Wayne shot her a warning look, before he turned his concerned gaze to Marinette, leaning down and kissing her softly. "Sorry that I'm late, Angel. Jason kept stuffing his face at your parents' bakery."

"It's fine, mon prince... I'm just glad you're here." Mari hummed and returned the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Wait, fiancée?"

"I guess I ruined the surprise, huh?" Damian gave a sheepish grin.

"Who the hell are you?" Alya snapped as Lila came up beside her, weeping pitifully and dashing away her crocodile tears.

"She must be a guy she probably paid to date her, to make Adrien jealous and take him from me!" Lila wailed, collapsing into a sobbing mess in Alya's arms.

"I don't need to be hired for anything, trust me. I'd date Marinette even if it meant I had to give up everything I owned." Damian hugged Marinette tighter, rolling his eyes as Lila's theatrics.

"And trust me when I say, the Wayne family would be more than honoured to have a baker's daughter, who has more talent and kindness in one fingernail, than any of you have combined." Bruce Way strode up as Damian slid the engagement ring onto Marinette's finger, the loving couple ignoring the rantings of Alya and the wails coming from Lila.

"Wait, the Wayne family..? As in Bruce Wayne?!" Rose squealed out, bouncing on her toes. "Mari is marrying Damian Wayne?!"

"Of course I am. He stole my heart two years ago, when I went to America for a competition." Marinette spoke up, shrugging casually, giving Damian a warm kiss on the cheek.

"But... But you never told us." Alya stuttered out, noticing that the entire Wayne family was staring daggers at her.

"Of course not. We're not friends, Alya. I also never told you I changed my phone number either." Mari shrugged, setting her hands on her hips. "And trust me, I'm not in love with a guy who isn't even interested in my sex."

"What?!" Lila screeched, her eyes going wide with horror.

"Did none of them actually realize Adrien was gay?" Damian's brows shot up in shock. "Hell, he's currently off on a couple's cruise with Jon, how did they not know?"

"Because they're idiots." Jason called over, a sneer on his face.

"W- well, congratulations on the engagement, Marinette!" Alya realized she had to do some serious back pedalling. Marinette was marrying into THE Wayne family, and to Bruce Wayne's only biological son! This would be the story of the century! "When is it going to be?"

"Now, Alya..." Marinette grinned at her, and the sharpness of it made Alya's stomach sink. "Who on earth would want to go to a baker's daughter's wedding?"

#marinette dupen chang #daminette #alya cesaire #alya salt #miraculous salt #miraculous ladybug

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zombiesbecrazy · 4 years

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Summary: Despite the no kill rule, sometimes accidents happen. Jason gets an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night and has to take control of a situation he wasn't expecting.

AO3

Jason was brushing his teeth when he heard the tapping at his living room window, a soft but intentional sound, barely heard over the howl of the wind and the splattering of rain against the glass. It was a terrible night to be out on patrol, wet and windy and just down right miserable and Jason wasn’t surprised that one of the others was dropping in, either calling it a night or taking a short reprieve to warm up a smidge before heading back out. It happened more often than Jason really wanted, someone encroaching into his space unannounced, but he couldn’t deny that he liked the visits. The tap happened again, a little louder than the first time. It didn’t sound like Tim’s usual rhythm of knock when he dropped by and Dick had a habit of not knocking at all, simply slipping in and making himself at home whether he was invited in or not, so the list of usual suspects was dwindling fast.

Unlocking the window, Jason stuck his head out and spotted a familiar hooded figure sitting on his balcony, back curled against the wrought iron railing, looking small and chilled as the wind violently whipped through the alley.

There was a click of the tongue and the hood was pulled off in one motion of feigned dignity. “I need asylum.” A crack of lightening punctuated the statement and lit up the sky, only for a moment, but it was more than enough for Jason to see everything he needed to.

Damian was covered head to toe in blood. Unlike the rain pelting down, it was sticking to his uniform and no longer slick, clinging to him, threatening to never become clean and with a thick and dried smear on his cheek just below the edge of the mask. Bruises were blooming on his neck, large hands and fingers clearly marked as they had curled around his throat.

“Shit. Get in here.” Jason opened the window fully and stepped back as Damian stumbled through, tripping over the edge of the frame and into Jason’s conveniently positioned arms. Two deep but shaky breaths later Damian struggled to stand on his own, swaying a bit but shrugging off the hands hoping him up and taking a step out of reach. He pretended to ignore Jason and glared at the floor as if it has insulted his Father. Or Dick. “Are you okay, Kid?”

“I am unharmed,” sniped Damian but it lacked any sort of real bite, more of a reflexive reaction of a hurt animal growling when someone had time to help and Jason really didn’t have any patience for that sort of nonsense when said animal had shown up on his doorstep asking for help.

“Like hell you are. You look like you sliced an artery clean through.” His eyes flew over the smaller boy’s form, trying to suss out where the bleeding was coming from or where the worst of the damage was when Damian’s nostrils flared, only for a moment and it would have been easily missed if someone wasn’t paying close attention, but it was his version of flinching back violently after being burned, hand blistered and scalding after touching a stove. Such a small motion but it told Jason everything that he needed to know; an artery had been sliced, but it hadn’t been one of Damian’s own. “Oh.” Jason took a step back into his space and crouched down in front of him, hands sliding down Damian’s arms, no longer looking for injuries but in order to grasp his hands and squeeze them gently. "Self defense based on the marks on your neck." Damian avoided his look but nodded, rest of his body remaining statue still on the floor with a tremble coursing through his veins that Jason could only feel through their joined hands. “It's okay. You're alright. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He stood, dropping one of the hands but holding onto the other one tight, and led Damian through his bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. They were silent as they worked together to remove the Robin armor, greens and yellows stained by the red, and dropped it to the floor piece by piece until Damian was only wearing the base layer. Jason worked against the edge of Damian’s mask with delicate fingers, peeling the edges back with practices ease to minimize the pull against his skin. Once the mask was gone, Damian quickly reached up to rub his face, but not before the redness and puffiness were seen.

“Thank you. For letting me in. I cannot go back to the cave. Father will…” Damian’s voice was soft, but threatening to break apart with the smallest misstep, continuing to rub at his face. “I cannot go to the cave.”

“Never a problem. Why me though?” Jason hadn’t asked, but it had been running through his mind. He understood the hesitation to go back to the cave better than anyone, especially in a situation such as this, but he still shouldn’t have been at the top of the list for the kid to come to for comfort or help or whatever this was. He wouldn’t have even put himself in the top half of the list. “Why aren’t you on your way to Bludhaven?”

“Grayson would take me in but…” Damian’s eyes cast down, to his hands and rubbed them together roughly in a way that Jason was all too familiar with, trying to get rid of the feeling that they were still caked in blood despite his gloves now being in the pile on the floor. “Maybe later if I am needing a more permanent housing solution. For now I need…” his voice trailed off and he stared at the shower knobs.

Fascinating as his generic faucets were, Jason had a more pressing concern. “Do you need help with the evidence?” He really should have asked sooner. It really should have been the first question when Damian was out on the balcony, but now was better than never. “I get it. I’m the brother that will help you with disposal of a body.”

There was a small head shake. “I took care of it.”

“You sure?”

“I said it was taken care of, did I not?” snapped Damian, shoulders tensing in… something. Rage. Embarrassment. Guilt. Or a little bit of all three or perhaps something else entirely. “No. I just needed somewhere where I wouldn’t get that look, if only for a little while.”

“What look?”

“Disappointment.” Damian broke his stare-off with the shower, closed his eyes and let out a long breath in a clear attempt to try and centre himself. The gesture felt eerily familiar, like looking in a mirror from the wrong side and Jason was uncomfortable when he realised that Damian had pick up that particular routine from himself. “Whether Father yells or accepts it calmly, or if Grayson pretends like everything is fine or insists on comforting me, it is all the same. I let them down.” Damian turned slowly, craning up his neck to set his eyes on Jason, hard and cold and challenging him to be prove him wrong. “Even if tonight wasn’t intended, I am still just a murderer. It’s all I’ve ever been and all I ever shall be.”

Hugging Damian when he wasn’t expecting it was always a risk, but knowing that all of his weapons were currently on the floor of the bathroom helped Jason make his decision. Hell, Jason would have done it anyway because he hadn’t even thought to consider it, just automatically dropping and wrapping his arms tight around him. “You aren’t ‘just’ anything, Kid. There is so much more to you than any blood on your hands.” Damian’s small body relax against him. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough. Jason massaged the back of Damian’s head softly and as he did, Damian returned the hug, hesitantly at first but then his arms were tight around Jason’s neck. “Maybe you are right and we can’t wash the red out, not completely, but that doesn’t mean that is all that we are.”

Damian’s head nodded against his shoulder and dropped his arms, breaking the hug. Jason turned away, giving Damian the illusion of the privacy that he knew the boy wanted to believe to be true after such a visible display of emotion, and turned on the shower, steam rising quickly against the cold air. “Need any help in the shower?” Jason knew what the answer would be, but he had to ask. As the Robin costume had been removed, Damian had become more unsteady, becoming less of a well trained machine and more like the child that he still was. Like all of them had been. Shaky and scared and more than a little out of his depth now that the adrenaline was wearing off in a familiar and secure environment.

“I’m not a child, Todd. I can shower unassisted.”

Jason nodded. “Towels are on the counter. I’ll look some clothes out on the bed for you. I’m going to make tea. Any preference?”

“I’m sure whatever you choose will be suitable.” The response did nothing to settle Jason mind though because it wasn’t like Damian to not have some sort of opinion on anything, even something as basic as tea. Especially when it came to tea. Jason went to leave the room when Damian's hand grasped around his wrist to stop him. "It was truly an accident, Todd. I threw him off of me and he sliced his throat on some abandoned machinery. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it was too fast and he was gone in seconds. I couldn't even call for assistance in time."

It was what it was. It wasn't something that they liked to talk about a lot, but accidents happened in their line of work and this was far from the first time that something like this had happened, but as far as Jason knew, this was the first time that it had happened to Damian and he had clearly panicked, as anyone would.

Accidents always felt a thousand times worse than something done with purpose.

"It's alright, Damian. I'll take care of it."

The bathroom door locked behind him and Jason leaned against it and sighed, running his hand through his hair and taking a moment to sort out his plan of action. He took three deep breaths to try and settle the twitching that had started beneath his skin, the want and need to go out and do something rash, before pulling clothes out of Damian’s drawer for him, setting them on the bed and headed to the kitchen.

After starting the kettle, Jason opened his laptop and accessed the Batcomputer, logging into the tracker surveillance that followed where all of them went in their suits. It wasn’t something that was actively monitored on a regular night, only when something big was going down or if someone requested some back up, so Jason hoped that anything irregular wouldn’t have be noticed yet and narrowed down the filters to just watch the green dot indicating Damian’s trail, travel through the city at high speed. He had left the Manor at 8:37 and had seemed to be following patrol route C, a familiar one that followed a path through the western side of the city, far away from Crime Alley and the Ace Chemical, but still through neighbourhoods that tended to get ignored by the cops because they were not important enough to be protected but simultaneously not bad enough to have a regular presence. It was one of Tim’s favourites, but it wasn’t uncommon for Damian to take it.

It was when Damian’s tracker hit the farthest point of the route, at an old canning factory where a residential neighbourhood hit industrial, where things got interesting. Jason didn’t have any way to know what was going on because Damian hadn’t activated his mask cameras but from what he could deduce from the tracker staying fairly stationary, at least in the same building, for over an hour of time was that this is where whatever it was had gone down. He pulled up the health monitors, synced up the timeline and noticed that that Damian’s heart rate had risen, obviously showing that a fight had gone down, but then the heart rate had stayed high for far longer than it normally did and his respiration and cortisol readings were off the charts. Jason huffed in irritation because this was something that should have set off alarms in the cave, alerting someone that Damian was in trouble but it clearly hadn’t.

It was then that he noticed that the alarms had gone off and that Damian had used his comm to assure Alfred that he was fine and just winded after a hit to the chest. Alfred’s notes in the system had then had even said that Damian was going to go to Jason’s place instead of back to the manor to ‘take refuge from the storm’ and signed off.

It was smart and stupid and sneaky rolled up into a mess. He really should have told Alfred what had happened then and there, but he had clearly panicked instead and this is where they were now.

In the end, whatever had happened in the warehouse had been an accident and in self defense and the other person involved hadn't been an innocent bystander because Damian's reaction would have been much more extreme. It didn't make it better, but it could have been far worse. What he had to focus on was what to do about it now.

He wanted to trust Damian on the evidence situation, he really did, but the kid was rattled and not thinking straight and Jason couldn’t just leave it to chance. He couldn’t call Dick or Tim or Bruce. Not yet. What he needed was someone who could separate emotions in the moment see the bigger picture and help fix the problem rather than get upset by what was already done.

He pulled out his phone and called Barbara.

“Jason.”

“Red.” The kettle started to whistle on the stove and Jason stood up to remove it from the heat, pouring the water into the pot to steep. “I need a no questions asked kind of favour.”

“Why is that?” He could hear a something on in the background, some sort of sitcom based on the laugh track, and he could almost picture her curled up in her apartment because the two of them were the only ones with enough sense not to go out on a night like tonight unless absolutely necessary.

“You are doing terribly at this no questions asked thing,” he said, and she chuckled in response. “Please, Barbara? You know I wouldn’t if it wasn’t important. I need some old school Oracle magic.”

“Jason…”

“Help me, Barbie-wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.” He could keep this light and fun, he could try and convince her that nothing was wrong and everything was fine. He could do this.

“You’re big nerd.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Touché.” There was some tapping on the other end of the phone and he knew that she was on board. “What do you need?”

“Old warehouse on Vanderlei and Fifth. The cannery. I need to know if there is any evidence of something going on there tonight. Anything… messy.”

The tapping stopped and there was a pause and he knew that he had said too much to just slip by Barbara like that. “What did you do?”

“No. Questions. Asked, BG. And nothing. I’ve been a good boy and stayed in all night reading a book about evolutional linguistics for fun because, like you said, I’m a big nerd.” She was completely going to figure out what had happened.

The tapping started up again and within moments, Barbara hummed in the way that Jason already knew meant that she couldn’t tell him what he needed to know. “There’s no cameras there and all of the drones are assigned to other things tonight that I can’t redirect.” There was silence between them, Jason trying to think of what to do next when Barbara continued. “Would it be okay if I send Canary to check it out? She’s in the area on a stakeout that is about to wrap up.”

Jason considered his choices. He trusted Dinah and she wouldn’t ask a lot of questions about it, especially if the request came from Barbara, and it was a better option than doing nothing or leaving Damian in the apartment alone for him to go check it out by himself. It wasn’t ideal, but it was good enough until tomorrow. “That’s fine.”

“I can see that Robin’s tracker was there for quite a long time earlier tonight,” Barbara commented flatly and Jason was about to remind her again about what kind of favour this was when she cut him off at the bit. “That was an observation, not a question.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And Jason?” Jason raised an eyebrow, forgetting that she couldn’t see him but it didn’t seem to matter because she probably already knew. “There seems to be something wrong with the trackers tonight and there is some glitching happening. I may have to scrub the system to reboot them properly. Some data might be lost.”

There was no way that she'd permanently delete it. She was simply buying him some time to get everything in line. It was her way of saying ‘I’m trusting you to look after this’ and Jason had no way to repay her for it, but he’d try to think of something. “Night, Red.”

Jason was pouring the tea when Damian shuffled into the room and sat down at the counter, too big hoodie hanging past his hands and fluffy purple socks on his feet, making him look a lot younger than he already was. It wasn’t the shirt that Jason had taken out for him but he recognized it as one of Dick’s, which meant that Damian had gone hunting for it on purpose instead of putting on his own.

He understood Damian’s hesitation to go to Dick with this, but having Dick around would have been useful right now, as someone who knew the kid better or just as someone who was better in general at the whole comforting people thing than he was. Did Damian need to talk about it or did he want to ignore it? How much did Jason need to know? The who or why or how? Or did it matter?

“It’s peppermint oolong,” said Jason, immediately feeling stupid for not having anything better to say or any way to make any of this better.

“Smells good.” Damian took a sip and winced as he swallowed, the bruising around his throat and the unspoken strong choking that must have accompanied it for the bruises to be appearing so fast must have made it hurt to swallow, but he said nothing so Jason let it go. He was sure that there was more bruising and pain that Damian was hiding, but Jason was trusting him to manage it on his own or tell him if he needed medical attention. Minor physical damage was unimportant tonight.

As far as his brothers went, Damian was the one that Jason knew the least. He knew his background of course, and basic things like that he liked animals and that he was a talented artist, but there was so much that he didn’t know about Damian as a person and it left him a little bit in the dark about how to make him feel a little more at ease.

In the end, he decided that the best person that Jason could pretend to treat him like in this situation was Jason himself. He wouldn’t want to talk about it, at least not now. He’d want to process with a mild distraction in the background and just be by himself for a while, whether it be alone or not. He would want to feel quiet and safe and secure. He would want time to just be.

These were all things that he could do.

They each finished their cup of tea at the same time, Jason deposited both mugs in the sink and nodded towards the living room. “Come on, squirt.”

Jason walked slowly with Damian following closely behind, grabbed the remote, starting up episodes of Planet Earth and turned the volume down low. Damian settled down onto the couch, head on the pillows at one end and curling his body out so that his feet were just over half way across the middle and Jason draped a thick blanket over top of him before sitting at the other end. Damian’s socked feet dug into his leg and he could feel the cold from them seeping through despite the overly fluffy socks and hot shower, and he found himself tucking the blanket around them tighter, trying to keep the warmth wrapped around the younger boy. Damian’s attention turned to the TV, and Jason picked his book that he had abandoned earlier that night off the coffee table and picked up where he had left off, losing himself in The Unfolding of Language all over again.

Twenty minutes in, his phone vibrated with a text, but it turned out not to be from Barbara but from Dinah herself.

Queen Canary: O sent me to an abandoned warehouse that looked like it hadn’t been touched for months for absolutely no reason when I could have been home in my PJs and not freezing my ass off after the stakeout that would never end. I cussed her out but she said it’s your fault, so fuck you. You owe me a beer.

Jason sent back a thumbs up emoji and let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t realise that he had been holding in, and his hand was trembling as he put his phone back on the table. Owing Dinah a beer was a very small price to pay for what she had done for them, whether she knew it or not.

An episode and a half passed with just the background noise of the program before Damian shifted around and flopped down again, this time the other way around and using Jason’s thigh as a pillow, curling the blanket around him tighter. Jason set his book aside and watched the boy who was keeping his focus on the TV, but looking distracted and probably not paying a lot of attention to whatever David Attenborough was talking about on screen. Jason reached down and carefully carded his fingers through Damian’s soft hair, and watched as a single tear slide down his cheek, quickly followed by another and then some more, but neither of them said anything about it. Jason had always loved the feeling of hands in his hair, remembering when his mom did it when he was sick as a kid, and how Bruce had done it after Jason had woken up with nightmares or had been injured or sometimes just because, and it appeared that Damian felt the same way.

It made him curious is Talia had ever done this for Damian when he had been a child. He hoped so.

Thirty minutes later when the episode ended and blackness took over the screen with just a prompt to click on the next episode left, Damian spoke up. “I have to tell Father.” Not a question, just the acceptance of reality. He was quiet but resigned, tear stains on his cheek not leading to a crack in his voice. He was calmer than before, more relaxed after being given the time to decompress.

And maybe having a good cry helped a little bit.

“You do, but not tonight. Tonight you are going to stay here and watch nature documentaries and then in the morning I’ll make you breakfast before you head home.” He paused his fingers and Damian let out a barely audible whine at the lack of motion, so Jason started up again and Damian cuddled in further. “I can come with you if you want. Be there when you tell Bruce.” He was a good kid. Bruce was going to see that; his firm no kill rule had unspoken leniency for accidents which this clearly was. Jason knew that everything was going to work out fine and he was sure that deep down inside, Damian was sure of it too. That didn’t mean that it was any less scary, to tell someone of your mistakes and know that you disappointed them. The undercurrent of anxiety would never leave when it came to something like this.

Jason felt the small head nod against him. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Want to keep going? The next episode has giant salamanders.”

Damian made a noise of assent, and Jason started it up again, this time choosing to watch instead of ignore it for his book. Waves crashed on the screen and Damian turned his head to look at Jason, locking his eyes on him, full of determination. “I hope you know that you are as well. What you said earlier. We are both more than just this one thing, brother.”

Hearing his own words back at him and the way that Damian had lumped the two of them into the same category made Jason’s heart soar in an unexpected way. It felt so good to know that he had been able to help in a way that was unrelated to his size and his violence. Maybe he had been the right person for Damian to come to with this. “That we are, Kid.”

#jason todd #damian wayne #batfic #sometimes accidents happen #tw: death

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what-if-i-imagine · 4 years

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Stay Alive

Based on this animatic.

Ao3

It was snowing outside as Bruce ran up from the batcave, still half in costume.

“What a cliche,” he could almost hear Jason say as he ran up the stairs, his toes barely landing on every other step. “At least it’s not raining.”

“You like the rain,” he would have said in return.

“Only when I’m reading. It’s a bit much when I’m bleeding out.”

Jason was bleeding out. He was bleeding out, and had third degree burns and broken bones littering his body. A collapsed lung and an extreme concussion too from what Bruce had been able to see before Clark arrived and flew the boy back to Gotham. Bruce couldn’t stop the images from flooding his mind for the hundredth time since the events of earlier that day transpired. For the hundredth time he was holding his son’s broken body, waiting on Superman to arrive and save what he had lost.

Alfred was waiting for him at the top of the stairs by the time he reached them, removing his bloodied medical gloves.

“Where is my son?” Bruce demanded, trying to get past his Butler but being stopped by a firm hand. Bruce’s eyes drifted past to the cart filled with bloodied medical supplies, the sight making him light headed.

“Master Wayne, Mr. Kent brought him in an hour ago. He lost a great amount of blood on the way-”

“Is he alive?” Bruce interrupted, the panic becoming too much to stay inside. Everything he held in fell molten hot from his eyes.

Alfred sighed and gripped his shoulders, “He is, but you have to understand. His heart was not beating when they arrived. I was barely able to bring him back-”

“Can I see him, please?” Bruce interrupted once again.

“Just this way,” Alfred led him through the hallway, his ever calm persona cracking to show his own worry. Before he opened the door, he turned back to Bruce, “I am doing everything I can, but I don’t know how much longer he has.”

The door opened and the air filled with the heavy metallic scent of blood and it’s acidic partner of disinfectant. Bruce rushed to the bed, the shaking in his bones worsening the moment he saw his son.

“Jason,” he barely breathed the name as he reached out.

“B,” Jason smiled as if he didn’t have painful tears running down his face to match Bruce’s own. He leaned into his touch and for a second Bruce’s heart wished to forget death standing at the window and try to ground him with the ever adoring glint in his son’s eyes.

“I did it just like you said,” Jason said, closing his eyes. “I held my head up high. I stared that clown down even when we got to ten.”

Bruce pressed his fists and head into the mattress to try and ground himself again. Quickly he looked back up and shook his head, a sob building in his throat, as he wiped Jason’s tear, smearing them with the drying blood, “I know, baby, you did everything just right.”

“I stared him down and I covered her-”

“Shh, I know,” Bruce was almost begging, torn between longing for his son’s voice and wishing for him to rest.

“Dad,” Jason sobbed out, the smile slipping into the fear he rarely let show. Bruce came undone and pressed their foreheads together, holding Jason in his arms for what might be the last time.

“Shh, save your strength,” Bruce hushed him, kissing his head through the pain.

The scream that came from the doorway dug the knife deeper into his chest, pulling him out of the embrace. He turned just in time for the second scream, this one calling out Jason’s name. Barbara and Dick stood in the doorway, out of breath from the same run Bruce had made up the stairs. Barbara’s face twisted in horror, her shaking hand raised to clasp over her mouth, and Dick’s eyes were that of a freshly broken man.

“Dick, Barb,” Bruce stood to meet them.

Barbara pushed right past him, falling to her knees where he had been. Jason closed his eyes again at the contact of her hands cupping his face.

“Is he going to survive this?” Barabara asked, almost begged over her shoulder.

Dick burst into actition from her words, surging forward to grab Bruce by the collar of his suit. He sometimes forgot just how strong Dick had gotten over the years until his fits of rage like the one they were going through now.

“Who did this?” Dick demanded through his tears. Before Bruce could answer, Dick yelled, “Did you know?”

“Dick-”

“Answer the damn question Bruce! Did you know she would do this?” Bruce could hear Barabara shouting for Dick to stop behind them and Alfred telling them this wasn’t what Jason needed, but it was drowned out by the sound of his heart beating in his ears.

“I didn’t know,” Bruce managed to get past his lips.

“Bull shit!” Dick cried, his grip tightening the way it did before he threw a punch. No hit came though, as a small voice interrupted the exchange.

“Babs? Dick?” the small voice called, so much more broken than it had been just moments before.

Dick let Bruce go in an instant and joined Barbara, one of his hands overlapping hers to fully ingulf Jason’s hand and the other finding his brother’s hair.

“Little Wing,” Dick whispered the same time Barabara said, “Baby Bird.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jason whimpered, chasing both of their touches as his chest wracked with sobs of breath. “You taught me how to- I should have been able to defuse it.”

“Little wing stop,” Dick shook his head.

“I forgot so much,” Jason pushed on despite his brother’s plea and his straining voice. “You taught me so much and I forgot. You taught me violin…”

“When his voice started to trail off, Barabara squeezed his hand, “You hated playing by the rules. You could never sit still.”

“You would put your hands on mine,” Jason reached out his free hand as if to prepare a fingering on an invisible violin. Dick caught the hand as it fell back down under its own dead weight and pressed his lips to it.

“You changed the melody every time,” Dick said against his hand.

“I would always change the line,” Jason said, his voice giving out at the end of the sentence. Dick gently laid his hand back down onto the mattress and kissed his head next to where Bruce had.

Bruce covered his mouth to not cry harder as he stared at his three children. Frames of Jason’s days in the manor flashed through his head, drowning out the frames of his bloodied body.

Jason standing on a stool because he refused to sit as he played while Dick stood behind him, hand on hand to show the proper fingerings and posture, Barabra in front of them explaining pieces of the music.

Jason in the kitchen with Alfred, dutifully learning all of the recipes the Butler kept so close to his chest.

Jason hanging off his back, arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his torso while they listened to Commissioner Gordon after a long night’s work.

Jason curled in this very same bed as Bruce read his favorite classical novel as a bedtime story,

Back in reality, Barabara begged Jason to save his strength. Dick begged him to stay with them. Jaosn, as stubborn as ever, refused to listen to either, his voice going on no matter how weak and tired it became.

“I’m not afraid,” he promised, eyes going in and out of focus.

Bruce carefully climbed up onto the bed and gently lifted Jason up so that he was laying in Bruce’s lap without Barabara or Dick breaking their contact with him. Alfred sat at the foot of the bed, now openly crying with them as he rested his hand on Jason’s ankle.

“I’m not afraid,” Jaosn repeated, gentler this time. “Not with you here. Is that bad?”

“Not at all baby,” Bruce promised, lips pressed to his hair.

“We don’t want you to be afraid,” Barabara said.

“I won’t be afraid then,” Jason decided with the biggest smile his strength, or lack thereof, would allow. “I’m so tired though.”

“Master Jason, you must try and stay awake,” Alfred said, his voice steady despite the emotion written all over his face. There was a defeated slump to his shoulders that Bruce had never seen before, even after his parents’ deaths.

“Alfie, thank you,” Jason whispered, closing his eyes. Alfred had to turn away and cover his eyes with his freehand.

“Babs, don’t let Dad or Dickie do anything dumb when I’m gone,” Jason continued.

“You can make sure they don’t, because you are staying right here,” Barabara heaved, squeezing his hand. “Do you hear me Jason? I am giving you a direct order to stay with us.”

“I’ve never been good at following orders,” Jason hummed. His body became heavier on top of Bruce, each muscle releasing one by one instead of all at once as he tried to hold on.

“Jason, please,” Dick’s voice shook. His head fell onto his shoulder where his hand had been before, said hand now gripping the bed sheets tight enough to tear them.

“It’s so hard holding on. It hurts so much,” Jason let out a pitiful sob. “I want to let go before I get scared again.”

“Then let go,” Bruce said. Both Barabara and Dick looked up at him in betrayal, but his focus was solely on the weight on top of him.

“You need me,” Jason tried to shake his head but winced at the attempt.

“We do,” Bruce nodded, letting himself cry into his hair. “But if you need to let go, then let go baby. We will be okay.”

“I love you.”

“We love you too,” Bruce said.

With Bruce’s words, the boy went completely still and all of his muscles relaxed until all his weight had fallen onto Bruce.

There was no telling how long they stayed in the room. No telling who was the first to move.

They left the body in the bedroom for that night. It felt wrong to move it right away, but Alfred convinced them all to still sleep in their own beds.

Little did they know that in the dead of night, one of Talia al Ghul’s men lurked outside the window, waiting for them all to be asleep to make his move...

#jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #happy april 27th #willow writes

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dahvangogh · 4 years

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and empty words are evil | jason todd

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note: hello there!I usually post a new chapter every Tuesday but I had my finals this week and it was impossible for me to finish the damn chapter on time. So, I'm sorry. If this happens again, I promise I'll say something on my Tumblr. Now with the chapter... There is a certain scene I'm very happy to finally post, though I'm not very happy about how I wrote the big final scene.Thank you all for your comments, hits and kudos, they have all made me so so so happy. Now, I want to ask... Is my writing okay? I find it a bit stiff or weird, though because it's not my native language I'm not sure if that's true or it's truly okay.What do you think about the new chapter? Did you like it? What do you think will happen next? Please, leave a comment down below if you can and see you on the next one!

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CHAPTER FOUR

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda

Saturday had been ethic, to say the least. Grace had accompanied Lisa to Gotham City General Hospital after her friend had called her boss a thousand times and he hadn’t answered the phone. Her blonde friend could be fun and always ready for trouble, but she would always be the first one to lend a helping hand. The Hospital’s main entrance had been crowded with police guarding the doors and reporters crowding around.

Grace had waited outside while Lisa went inside through the employees’ door. Ten minutes later, and a headache from the shouts and yells from the paparazzi to the poor policemen doing their job, she had gotten a text from her friend telling her she was staying to help and will call her later.

The raven-haired had gone to a small bookshop, a hidden gem in the gothic-themed city, trying to calm her rage with a new book.

She had ended buying a beautiful vintage version of Wuthering Heights, despite having read it in her kindle many times, and sat all morning in a Parisian-themed café. She had finished it whole while sipping a cappuccino with the sirens of the police cars and ambulances as a background soundtrack.

That evening, after having a small meal due to her queasy stomach, she had pressed play to her 70s music playlist and cleaned her house from head to bottom until everything was spotless. After finishing, she had taken a relaxing bath and almost drowned when falling asleep in the bathtub. After that, Grace had chatted a bit with Lisa, who had seemed tired and without wanting to talk much about the hospitalized police officers or anything; then ate a small dinner, again due to her unsettled stomach, and finally, she had jumped to her big comfy bed.

She sighs, hugging one of her big pillows, turning around and still not comfortable.

Tomorrow…

The room is pitch dark, except the soft night light sneaking through the curtains that cover her ceiling to floor windows, and the raven-haired doesn’t hear any sounds, as usual, emitted by the busy city below her tower.

She will pay for what she has done.

She turns again, this time face down while hugging a bit her pillow, and places her head looking to the side.

Finally comfortable, Grace drifts off.

[ - - - ]

Grace feels on cloud nine.

Her bed has never felt as comfortable and warm as it does now, so she refuses to wake up. She wants to prolong this moment for as long as she can, to break such a rare moment of peace –where her anxiety is tamed and not as high as a skyscraper, or her hands aren’t feeling clammy despite rubbing them together nonstop–, would be like committing a sacrilege.

So, she keeps her eyes closed and her face furrowed on her warm pillow.

Her hand, resting on her flat stomach, starts moving –without her wanting to– and travels until touching something hard but warm.

She feels the steady beat of a heart through the palm of her hand.

Though, it isn’t her heart.

The raven-haired wants to go full alert, her mind screaming inside about the dangers of someone being near her while she is so vulnerable, but her body doesn’t follow orders.

She has never felt more at ease than she does now.

Don’t mistake her, Grace’s mind keeps screaming inside her, still trying to make her body answer but yet she remains in the same position.

Grace stays laying face down with her hand on someone’s hard chest.

She feels a strong big arm sneak under her neck, now acting as another pillow despite her head lying on one, and its hand starts combing through her hair, the movements slow and steady.

It feels so good, she almost moans out loud.

Her feet finally move a bit, swimming in the sea of silky and soft sheets, until they meet the touch of another pair. Her toes shyly touch the foreigner limbs for a few seconds, as if exploring and meeting someone new. Instinctively then, instead of jumping out of the bed as any sane person would, she interlocks their limbs together.

That gets her a reaction from the mysterious being.

A soft caress on her cheek, so soft and loving she wants to cry and beg for the touch to never stop, and so she answers tugging his feet closer towards her limbs.

“Love… ” the low male whisper is as soft as a feather and gives her goosebumps, “Love.”

She opens her eyes slowly, forgetting the warnings her mind keeps shouting inside her and discerns a pale chiseled jaw connected to a thick and strong-looking neck thanks to the night light sneaking through her curtains.

“Oh, there she is.” the mocking tone on the voice doesn’t hide how loving the sentence sounds, plump lips curling into the hottest and sweetest smile she has ever seen. “Hello, love.”

Her fingertips itch to touch him, to memorize those soft lips and strong jaw so later she can draw him until she runs out of paper, and it makes her feel so weird and stalkerish. Grace feels her cheeks redden and quickly looks down, accidentally moving and placing her head on the croak of his neck, hiding from him.

He chuckles softly.

“Oh, I see... we playing hide and seek?” his big hand combs through her locks, calmly untangling her dark tresses. Then, just as calm, he begins his countdown. “Ten…”

He is so warm and she feels truly safe and loved in his arms.

Her stare is directly on his abs, now realizing that her lover sports a ridiculously perfect six-pack which unintentionally makes her toes twitch. She can’t help herself and so her stare travels a bit lower.

“Five”

Grace bites her lip when seeing the dark happy trail below his belly button and follows it with her eyes, almost gasping out loud when seeing his V line. Her eyes go up, trying not to see what’s lower of that V line, and sees his broad chest. She can’t help but think, how it is much better sculpted than even Michelangelo’s David. Her hand, already placed on it from before, slowly travels towards the attractive jaw with her eyes following the movement.

She caresses his strong jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble growing, sighing loudly as she cups his cheek.

“One.”

He feels so soft and warm, perfectly fitting the palm of her hand as if it had been created just for her, and so she sighs again, totally entranced.

After six years of avoiding any physical touch or intimacy, Grace feels like she wants to kiss someone.

Her toes curl at the thought of losing herself in his arms, to devour those soft and plump lips of his until she is left breathless and her body completely flushed.

Grace closes her eyes and turns her face to the side, reverently kissing his palm once.

She hears him emit a low sound that makes her tummy and a place lower inside her throb until her toes curl again. It is a foreigner feeling, one she has never felt before, almost scaring her how her whole body is burning with want and need.

“Don’t leave me.”

She can’t help but beg.

He feels like how perfection probably feels like.

His arms feel strong and loving, and it has been a long time since Grace has felt as loved and protected as she does now, and he tugs her closer.

“Please…”

She opens her eyes, wanting to remember this moment; a tear falling and running through her cheek.

Her lover, propping himself up on an elbow while hugging her towards him, kisses the hand on his cheek. Then, his face comes closer until the tip of his nose rubs her own in an Eskimo kiss.

She can’t help herself and smiles lovingly at him, her arms encircling his neck and hugging him towards her.

“Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad!” she lets out a small gasp, his quoting of Wuthering Heights making her thighs rub together. “Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you... ”

His left-hand cups her cheek, tenderly caressing it, and she tilts her head towards it.

“Oh, God. it is unutterable... ” he nips at her lower lip, then drags it towards him and lets it go with a soft kiss. His cheeks are tinted adorably red. “I can not live without my life, I can not live without my soul.”

She looks up, needing eye-contact and to discover if his eyes are as beautiful as she sees him is, when everything goes dark.

Grace wakes up, desperately looking beside her and patting the empty bedside beside her as if searching for him, then looks at the alarm on her nightstand.

It’s 05:55.

The raven-haired fans herself with her hand, tying her hair up despite the tresses sticking to her neck and face.

It felt so real.

Why did it feel so real?

She rubs her thighs together, sweat coating her forehead and feeling too hot despite the doors of her bedroom’s balcony being wide open. Grace gulps, her mouth feeling as dry as sandpaper, and she raises from her bed.

Immediately, she notices how wet her panties are.

“Oh god… ”

The raven-haired goes to the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and picks up a glass water bottle. She chugs it, drinking straight from the bottle instead of pouring it in a glass as she usually would, and smacks it against the marble aisle.

She puts her hands on her hips and almost jumps from how weird the contact feels, her body still feels clammy and too tender.

Grace decides a cold shower and a change of pajamas, underwear included, is in order.

The shower is as quick as lightning, probably similar to those that superhero Flash has, and she quickly picks up one of her brand new sketch pads and her pencil case on her way to her living room’s balcony.

She plops herself in the white armchair and draws him, all that she saw of him and touched with her fingers, drafting and drawing him throughout many pages of her sketchpad.

Ten pages just of his body.

His thick and strong neck.

His chiseled jaw.

His plump lips.

His sweet and perfect smile.

The only thing that makes her wake up from this sort of trance, after three hours of drawing him so she will remember him when her mind fails to, is her phone ringing annoyingly.

She picks it up.

“Bitch! I’ve been bombarding you with messages since an hour ago!” Lisa’s loud voice makes her furrow her brows. “You okay?”

Grace gulps and tries to smile.

“Yeah… yeah. ” she nods, which is stupid because Lisa can’t see her. “I was just drawing, you know how I get when I’m in my bubble… ”

“Oh, yeah. Well, why don’t we go to Pauli’s Diner for a good breakfast and to disconnect?”

Grace raises a brow.

“Aren’t you still at work?”

“Nah, the boss gave me Sunday off because I went to help yesterday.” She hears her friend sigh dramatically. “I offered my free Saturday to help and he said I could have today off. Weird, right? Since when is my boss a good person that cares about others? But fuck it, a good breakfast will do me some good.”

She laughs at her best friend’s ramble.

“Okay, see you in fifteen minutes on our spot!”

Grace stands up, her sketchpad and blanket dropping on the floor.

“Wait! I can’t… ”

But her friend already hung up.

“Lisa! ”

[ - - - ]

The first thing Grace does after coming back from her breakfast with Lisa is to take an Advil. Then, she proceeds to shut the curtains, and only when the room is completely pitch black, she lays down on the bed and falls into the arms of Morpheus.

She wakes up at four pm thanks to the mailman, her migraine gone almost completely.

Yesterday, on her way home from the Parisian-themed café, she had dialed her father and asked for the urgent delivery of antivenin doses.

After six years, he didn’t even question her.

“It will be at your house tomorrow, sweetheart. Please… whatever it is, be careful.”

It seems, despite her never explaining anything, her father somehow knew she leads a sort of dangerous life. Though thankfully, he hadn’t mentioned it to her mother or long ago, Grace would have been submitted to extensive interrogation by her mom.

She opens the package and scans its contents. Three antivenins doses in its syringes with a plastic cap protecting their thin needles.

“Tonight,” she mutters to herself while storing them away in a small pouch in the utility belt of her suit. She stares at the black suit and touches it, her body shaking with excitement. “Tonight”.

Then, Grace prepares a quick meal and eats it in her living room’s balcony while finishing an essay for one of her classes, with a fluffy blanket protecting her body against the cold October wind.

She thinks and overthinks about what to do with Quinn.

I should drag her and Ivy to the GCPD with a bow tied around them.

She slowly chews her garlic bread, then drinks a bit more of her fresh orange juice.

Or should I just kill them? From what I know, both have killed their fair innocent people before Friday and they are a danger to society.

Grace keeps pondering about it while brushing her teeth, then tying her hair up in a bun, and changing into her sports bra and yoga pants.

She would probably decide what to do while training in the gym.

Probably.

[ - - - ]

It is truly a pity that Toxic Acres’s newly built houses and its neighborhood will forever, or at least until further notice, remain unsuitable as a residence for civilians due to its close proximity to a toxic waste dump.

The neighborhood is actually beautiful, though it is a deadly beauty.

Grace thinks she is immune to the toxicity surrounding the neighbor. When she had visited Quinn’s home the night they met and the other many times, including her special delivery of explosives, she hadn’t felt sick at all or had any subsequent effects of poisoning due to toxicity.

Yet, she knows Poison Ivy is an expert in not only poisonous plants and toxins but also of entrancing people with her pheromones.

Therefore, she had injected one of the antivenins at home before putting her suit and gear on and teleporting to the neighborhood.

Better safe than sorry, right?

Now, in front of Quinn’s apartment door, Grace seriously considers knocking or ringing the bell. Her good manners and impeccable vocabulary are always present, even before killing or arresting someone.

My parents raised me to be a proper lady… And while I don’t know if I’m a lady, I am totally well-mannered.

She ends up deciding that today she will be a bit rude.

The raven-haired extends her left hand and Jedi-like slides her palm, the main door opening without resistance from any lock.

Grace high heeled boots clatter as she walks herself in uninvited.

Why do I feel so edgy?

She hears Bud and Lou immediately come running towards her, their hoot-laugh annoying her to no end, and so she decides to quickly put them to sleep. She snaps her fingers and hears the sound of them collapsing to the floor.

“Bud?! Lou?!” Harley sounds between worried and alarmed. She keeps walking through the hallway towards the big living room. “My babies!”

She reclines her body on the threshold of the room, smiling sweetly despite wanting to knock Harley’s teeth off.

“Grace?” Harley’s pale face is masked in confusion, her head adorably tilted. “What are ya’ doing here?”

Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar

Quinn is sitting on the sofa, curled up into Poison Ivy’s side, wearing a set of black and red pajamas with diamond and heart symbols printed all over it. Despite that, she is wearing matching makeup on and her hair is styled in two ponytails.

“Hello, Harley.”

She turns towards the redhead and almost steps back.

The pull that woman has is powerful and scary at the same time. Her aura and body are constantly emitting pheromones and toxins, and just in case Grace lets her power visibly curl around her to protect herself.

“Harl, is that your friend Grace?” Ivy’s seductive and airy voice asks Quinn.

Pamela Isley is painfully beautiful in a unique way. Long fiery-red hair falling in soft waves around her torso, tan skin glowing and plump green lips. She is wearing silk pale green pajamas and they look more sensual than comfortable or homey.

The couple coordinately stands up from the big red sofa, the unconscious hyenas scattered near it, and look to her as if expecting her to explain why did she break-in.

Duh.

“You must be Ivy.” she smiles to the redhead, nodding her head. “Pleasure to finally meet you.”

Through the corner of her eye, she sees vines and plants start curling around the walls and floor. Ivy sort of smiles, probably feeling between friendliness and suspicion due to the green bluish aura surrounding her –or the unconscious hyenas–, and nods to what she just said.

“Likewise. Harley has told me everything about you.” the couple is now five feet away from her, though the blonde is kneeling while trying to wake up her dear pets. “A friend of Harl is a friend of mine.”

She mockingly opens her mouth in surprise.

“A friend of Harley?” she feigns astonishment, even going as far as placing a hand atop her right breast. “Me?”

Harley looks up while still remaining in the same position.

“Of course, you’re my friend. Ya’ helped me! ”

She would have smiled at Harley’s sweet smile if she wasn’t as angry as she currently was.

“But friends don’t lie to each other, right Harley?”

The blonde tilts her head, then stands.

“What… whatcha mean?”

Ivy takes a step towards her, vines and plants falling from the ceiling and bursting from the floor, the living room starting to look more like a botanic garden than a homey place.

“The police, Harley.” she tilts her head, a maniac smile appearing on her face. “The police.”

Harley stands up while blinking quizzically, then it seems she finally gets it and smiles shamefaced, her mouth curling in a bashful smile.

“Oops.”

Grace clenches her fists and the ceiling blows up, vines and plants falling from the sky as if it was raining nature.

“My plants! How dare you!?”

Ivy’s scream doesn’t even faze her, the raven-haired too angry with the harlequin to even feel threatened or scared.

“10 people have died in total, Quinn! Ten! And two are in critical condition!” she yells and the sofa and tv explode. Quinn, just shrugs which makes her even angrier than before, “You promised!”

“Accidents happen, ya’ know?”

The blonde’s high pitched voice annoys her now more than ever.

“You little piece of shit… ” Grace takes a step forward and extends her hand, going for her usual neck chokehold. She doesn’t even register her own coarse vocabulary. “You are so dead.”

Harley floats up in the air but before flying towards her glowing hand, vines start encircling her legs and arms, binding her to the floor.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” the redhead raises her perfectly plucked brow and new vines emerge from the floor, slapping and trying to stab her. “It’s over for you, nature always wins.”

She swats them away with her power, the vines either catching on fire or completely burning out.

Poison Ivy screams, a sound so high and piercing that Grace feels like her eardrums will probably burst and she will end up deaf. Out of nowhere, Harley jumps high towards her, swinging her circus hammer –where the hell did she get, it is a mystery to her– and she extends her hand, seeing clearly the perfect opening to grab the blonde.

Bingo.

Harley’s neck is now on her hand.

“I specially asked you to not kill any of the GCPD while you helped Ivy escape or I would kill you with my bare hands.” A circle of power protects both of them from Ivy’s nonstop attacks, though Grace doesn’t pay her as much attention as she probably should. The ebony-haired raises the hand she isn’t using, bites her index finger and slides her leather black glove off. “I keep my promises.”

The circus hammer falls to the ground as Grace tightens her hold on the blonde’s neck with her gloveless hand.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” the harlequin is still smiling and talking despite her very strong grip. A sudden attack of many pointy and deadly looking vines makes Grace lose her balance a bit, but the defense circle repels it and even sets on fire a few of them. “This is just a misunderstanding… I thought you said civilians, not cops!”

“Cut the bullshit! I clearly said cops!” her grip tightens even more, by now any normal person would have already blacked out or even died from lack of oxygen. “Stop lying!”

“Drop her or you will end up being fertilizer for my dear plants!”

“Oh, shut it.” she makes a motion of shooing her away with her gloveless hand, but Ivy uses her vines as a shield. “You will be next, don’t worry!”

Ivy’s next attack almost shatters the defensive shield.

“Quinn, last words?”

The redheaded vines raise up in the sky, thicker and more pointy than ever, the moon shining through the thick and lush vines.

“Believe me, no one wants to hear them.”

The words are followed with loud sounds of shots being fired and the surprise makes her drop Harley. Quickly, Grace creates a new protecting circle around herself. After all, the other shield was close to being completely shattered.

That voice… Red Hood? Impossible!

She looks up while Harley runs towards where Ivy is.

It seems the ceiling hadn’t blown up completely before, for he is standing up on the floor of the apartment above them while shooting down towards Ivy and her vines –the later using her plants as a shield for Harley and herself–.

His aura burns so brightly and fiercely, it almost makes her fear that she will catch on fire and burn too.

“Red?”

He looks exactly like he did back then.

She is alarmed that she feels happy and elated that he didn’t die.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you when I finish with these two.”

Grace huffs loudly at his audacity, despite her clearly being able to kill him with the snap of her fingers.

“Take care of me? Careful or I will throw a wall to your face.”

She hears his loud laugh, technologically modified by his helmet.

“We will see.”

Through the corner of her eye Grace registers Harley picking up her circus hammer and new pointy stems of plants rising from the ground.

“This is all very nice and shit, but she attacked me first!”

Harley yells while marching towards her.

“Because you killed those cops, you liar!”

Poison Ivy’s stem rise and thicken, their pointy ends shinning by the light from the moon, advancing towards her.

It seems Red Hood takes pity on her and he unleashes a curvy blade, jumping atop the thick stems and slashing them.

Focus on Harley.

She sends bolt after bolt of her powers to the blonde, but she keeps dogging them and approaching her. Grace quickly muses and decides that she needs to try something new, and so she concentrates her power on her hands and sends a blast.

“Nature always wins, Red Hood!”

It hits Harley directly on the chest and sends her flying towards the opposite wall.

She analyses her aura, its flames dull and calm, and so she realizes that the blonde is completely knocked out.

Grace turns towards Ivy and Red Hood, the later wrestling with a thick stem while dodging attack after attack from other stems. The raven-haired looks around, searching for something to tie up Harley until she remembers she always carries a few zip ties on one of the pouches in her utility belt.

She ties Harley’s hands behind her back and punches her in the face.

“That’s for lying, you clown.”

The maniac cackle of Ivy alarms her.

“That’s it, you are dead!”

She turns, alarmed by those words, and sees the exact moment when one of the many thick pointy stems cuts him on his left wrist. He had been wrestling and cutting plant after plant with his curved blade while Ivy relentlessly attacked him.

“Red?!”

Grace sends a concentrated and powerful blast towards Poison Ivy and it hits the redhead right on the face, knocking her to the nearest wall. The plants recede into the ground or curl away from the ceiling until the room no longer looks like a botanical garden and more like a messy and wrecked living room.

He turns around, his LED white eyes staring at her, wobbling while taking a step further.

“You… ”

He staggers again, his strong and heavy body swaying a bit, and groans while putting one of his gloved hands to his face.

Twenty bucks say that plant was poisonous.

“That crazy bitch… ”

She circles him and walks towards Ivy, kneeling on the ground and tying the redhead’s hands behind her back.

“There.”

Grace hears another groan and she looks over her shoulder.

“Don’t move, I will hand your ass to… the… police. ”

She tries not to laugh out loud at seeing him, so big and strong looking, wobbling like that while still trying to go up against her.

“Oh Red, you never fail to amuse… ”

“Stay there.”

He takes a step further and suddenly drops to the ground, the loud sound of his body hitting the floor matching with his loud groan.

She gasps, quickly rising and approaching him.

Grace kneels beside him, picking both his wrists to searching for the slash.

He grabs her wrist, his hold tight.

“What do you... think… you are doing?”

She searches through her pouches in her utility belt and takes one of the two remaining syringes out, dropping it in his chest. Then, she grabs the wrist where the slash is and rolls up his sleeve. His pale forearm is heavy and looks strong, her two arms probably make one of his, the veins bulging out quite a bit and she tries not to think how hot it is.

What can she say, she always had a thing for veiny hands and arms.

“What? No… no… no.”

He tries to break free from her hold but she tugs his arm so it stays in place.

“I’m saving your life, you dumbass. So be quiet and stay put.”

With her free hand, she quickly picks up the syringe and bites the cap off the needle. Then, she holds his wrist so tightly it cuts his circulation and when a blueish vein stands out notoriously, she injects the needle and plunges the antivenin in.

“It’s antivenin, you will feel better in a few minutes.” She extracts the needle, pressing her tumb where she injected it so it does leave a bruise. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to disinfect the slash though.”

He grunts in answer.

“Oh, you big baby.” she mocks him, then laughs while shaking her head. “Are you carrying any Band-Aids?”

He grunts again which makes her laugh.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

Now, it's his turn to laugh –the sound while technologically modified still sounds throaty and low.

“Well, this was fun but I’m getting out of here.” She pats him in the chest and sees how the bat symbol lights up, ready to leat a bolt of energy out. Grace quickly directs her power to her hands right in time to the symbol letting out a potent electrical shock. “Nice try.”

She stands up while he sits down holding his head, snapping her fingers and making the used syringe and cap disappear.

“I don’t remember that happening last time… What, you got that thing because you didn’t like me touching you?” she feigns to be hurt, though inside she feels alarmed that she might have hurt him last time with her careless actions. “I’m hurt.”

You hate people touching you that way, but then go around throwing yourself in someone’s arms without asking for his consent? You big hypocrite.

“No.” the word sounds guttural, though he quickly clears his throat and stands up. “It had been malfunctioning for a few days, you were just lucky.”

She tilts her head when she sees him put a hand at the back of his neck.

Is he embarrassed?

Grace laughs while turning around, ready to walk away and get the hell out of this place.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?”

He grabs her left wrist and turns her around.

“Me? Home.”

He laughs as if he can’t believe her.

“Don’t think so. I’m handing your ass in.”

She clicks her tongue.

“Why?”

“10 people died because of the explosives you gave Harley. Don’t feign ignorance, sweetheart?”

She sighs and relaxes her body, tilting her head up to see him because of how tall he is.

“Would you believe me if I tell you that I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt?” she points at Harley with her free hand. “I told her not to kill anyone, she lied to me and said she wouldn’t.”

He stares at her, not saying anything.

“That’s why I came here.” she shrugs while feeling like the worst person on the planet. “I was going to hand those two in.”

He tilts his head, his hold on her hand relaxing a bit.

“Sorry but that looked like you were going to strangle Quinn.”

His tone is mocking.

“She can be very annoying.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

She laughs at his comment, shaking her head.

“Let go of my wrist.” her voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

He does as she said, though he takes a step further until they are both standing as close as humanly possible. She looks up even more than before, mentally cursing him for being so freaking tall, and places her hands on his hips.

“Now… can I go?”

“No.”

She pouts.

“Pretty please?”

He huffs and shakes his head.

“No.”

She concentrates a bit of her power on her hands and places them on his chest, the bat symbol uselessly letting go another electrical shock, and she shakes her head imitating him.

“Oh, c’mon Red!” she pouts again, trying to look seductive or at least cute enough to not hand her to the GCPD. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He laughs loudly, a throaty sound that comes from deep within which she can feel through her glowy hands, and lowers his head so it’s closer to her face.

“Cute but no.”

She sighs dejected, then nods while patting his chest

“I’m sorry, Red.”

The glow in her hands brighten and he realizes what is about to happen, trying to pull back and avert the upcoming attack.

“Too late.”

She sends a blast his way and he collides with the wall, dropping to a sitting position beside Quinn’s unconscious form.

Grace takes advantage of his disoriented state and opens a portal to Robinson Park, where she plans to open another one to her house.

“Men… Always falling to the same old tricks.”

She sighs while saying it, knowing he will hear her, and crosses the portal until she is standing on the city’s main park. She turns around and sees him already standing up and running towards her.

“Bye, Red!”

Grace closes the portal on his face.

#Jason Todd x reader #jason todd x you #Jason Todd x oc #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fanfiction #my writing #aewae ff #dc fanfiction #dc imagine

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reinathane · 4 years

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SELF PARA / THE EMANCIPATION LOCATION: Reina’s home TRIGGERS: Gore, blood, murder, knives, domestic violence, basically prob just don’t even read this

It’s midday when Reina gets home, and she instinctively knows she’s been caught. There are empty beer bottles scattered through the kitchen, Jason’s got that look in his eye and a red face and if Reina were smart, she’d turn around and run out the door. Her pride somehow always manages to get the best of her in situations like this, though. Reina hates to let her husband see her sweat, hates to admit that when he gets like this it fucking terrifies her. So instead of doing the smart thing she moves deeper into the kitchen, with her hands on her hips like a complete brat ready to go toe to tie with him and Jason does what’s expected of him — he asks if she’d been out being a slut with whatever guy she’s currently fucking — which, by the way, is incredibly hypocritical because while Jason cheats on her time and time again, she’s only about half strayed from him once until now.

Before she can even go to mouth back at him he hits her, wasting no time after to grab at her hair by the scruff of her neck and twisting so hard she sees spots. Jason’s spitting in her face trying to talk about everything he’s done for her, but Reina’s not even sure what that is anymore. Why am I still with you? The question runs on a repeat in her brain, over and over like a mantra while he yells in her face.

Why does she let him do this to her? Reina is a strong woman — she doesn’t take shit from anyone and she’s never hesitated to take a life or put someone in their place. So why not him? Money, her brain supplies, and it’s true. Reina is a greedy, selfish bitch and there isn’t a lot she wouldn’t put up with so long as she’s fucking drowning in cash — but there’s got to be more to it. She has to face the fact that she is fucking afraid of him, afraid of what he’d do if she tried anything, because he can and would snap her neck in an instant and she knows it. She can’t just kill him, she’s decided — she needs to have a clean, concise plan in place; a plan that’s foolproof enough and won’t end with her dead in a body bag never to be found again. It needs to be calculated, she needs to bide her time and think about it before she carries anything out for sure.

And then Jason pushes her too far and all of that goes out the window.

It’s only when he shoves her face close to one of the stovetop burners like he’s about to press her into it that she fully snaps. Reina’s hand discreetly reaches behind her while Jason yells at her, feeling around for something she knows for a fact is there and — bingo. Her fingers wrap firmly around the handle of a kitchen knife kept sharp for vegetable cutting purposes only, and she waits for the right moment, only moving again when she can tell he’s completely lost in his rage to bring the knife up and plunge it into his neck before dragging it over to slice as much as she can.

It’s almost anticlimactic what happens next. He lets her go, obviously, staggering backwards with wide eyes like he’s just seen a ghost. Blood gushes from Jason’s neck and before Reina can process anything else, she realizes the knife had ironically gone in right where her name’s been tattooed on his neck for years. It’s almost poetic — the tattoo had been a claim to her rather than the other way around, a marking that she became his once they got married and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing, apparently, except slitting his throat and letting him bleed out on her kitchen floor.

To Jason’s credit, he does attempt to fix the mess he’s gotten himself into. He’s pathetically trying to grasp for the knife still sticking out of his esophagus and croaking at her as much as he can, but Reina’s clearly not having it. She spares a thought for how lucky she is that her kids aren’t home — AJ and Rhett are with their friends and she’s pawned Iris off on Rowan and Andy for the day so she could get some things done without having to worry about her. It’s probably for the best, she thinks, that they aren’t around to see their father die at their mother’s hand.

After a few minutes of idly standing by, watching blankly as blood spurts on her and around her, Reina figures Jason is as good as dead. She assumes she must have hit his carotid or something, because he went pretty quickly and honestly, she’d almost expected him to have been able to pull the knife out and stab her right back. But he doesn’t. Instead he lays there, unmoving and pulseless, and Reina figures now is probably the time to fucking do something other than stand there staring at his lifeless corpse. So she does the only thing she can really think to do, the only thing she’s ever done in times of crisis when she can’t figure it out for herself — she calls her sister.

#self para 001.#gore tw #blood tw #murder tw #knife tw #domestic violence tw #this is way shorter than i thot it was when it was in my notes but u know what whatever im posting it anyway #jasons dead bitches

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rebelheartsmustbefree · 3 years

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(Lights will guide you home

And I will try

To fix you)

Isaac:

*Ewan was still out cold by the time I got him to the cabin, lying comfortably on the couch, as comfortable as one can be when their body is broken. I sat by the fire, my heart equally so, adding more firewood to the hearth. The bullets still lodged throughout my body and frayed wings couldn't compare to the pain of not being able to save him from what he went through. The peace he had right now was fleeting. Soon he would be awake and in the most unimaginable pain. And then it would be time to get to work. I couldn't be bothered to worry about myself right now. I was still full throttle adrenaline Angel right now and he was my only focus.

My wings lay flat against my back as I sit beside the fire, watching him, waiting for him to stir. It would be hell. But it's what needs done to bring him back to me. My hands rub nervously over my knees, thinning the denim more and more with each anxiety riddled pass. There was nothing I could do for Marie, but short of God himself stopping me, I would give everything I have to heal Ewan. He has become my world. Life without this man is not a fucking option.

I hear his heart changing patterns. The calming beats now began turning erratic. I rush to his side, holding his hand in mine. It was time. I swallow down the lump in my throat and fight back the tears welling in my eyes, ready to save him. I have to save him.*

Ewan:

My body felt weightless, but that couldn't be right. I felt myself smile. Wings would be so proud; I could fly like him. Pain. Silent screams. Weightlessness. The cabin had gone; I knew not where Wings had gone. Jason, Lynn, Marie. They'd left me here; where was here? Flashes of faces, pain. The world continued on, but I was floating like a balloon in the wind. Pain, searing heat.

Minutes, hours, days later? Something solid was beneath me. No more weightless. My heart thundered in my chest. Pain seared from tip to toe; I knew my mouth had opened, the noise that came out couldn't have been me. My swollen eyes opened, blurred vision greeted me, but an outline was there, an outline of a person. I felt skin in my palm, blinking; I knew who it was. I knew without them speaking.

“Kill me....please....” Memories flooded back, words spoken, overheard.

“Kill me...KILL ME...” I snatched my hand back, blinking, sweat poured down my body. I hit out; my hand met skin.

“Gretchen, kill me.” I tried to get up, broken and bloody; I didn't care.

“FUCKING KILL ME; I WANT TO BE WITH HIM.”

“There's nothing left for me.”

Isaac:

*His hand ripped from my own, which was hard enough with him chanting about wanting to die.

Gretchen. No. I was just leaning in to assure him that it wasn't her when his hand came back and struck across my face. The woman. He was yelling at the woman. Not me.*

Ewan please. *I try staying calm. Keeping my voice low so he wouldn't be startled. He was beside himself. He was feeling grief. It was oozing out of him in waves. And then his words. He thinks I'm dead and he wants to be killed to be with me. I grab for his hand again, this time letting my grace free. I didn't hold back. It flows from me like a river and into him like electricity. His whole body begins to glow. Eyes were open but they were so swollen he could not see me. If I could just get him to see me.*

I'm not dead, handsome. I'm right here. It's Wings. *I try stroking over his cheek as I watch, the grace soaking into every pore of this man, becoming part of him, healing him from the inside out.*

Ewan:

My back arched from the surface it was laid on. Heat roamed through my body as though covering every ligament, muscle, internal organ. It felt as though my skin was trying to reach out and knit together. Another experiment.

“Take it all...take everything.” I breathlessly begged.

I would see him again. I blinked, my eyes cleared. “Wings?” I blinked again. “Wings?” The face in front of me morphed into Gretchen's; he was dead. He was dead. How stupid, how stupid was I? Pain ripped through my head, I screamed again. Heat, pain. Screams, loud cracks as bones reformed. I tried to shift into anything, transform. The remnants of my shimmer broke and cracked; I wanted to die. The heat continued to roll over the inside of my body. Was it fixing or taking?

Isaac:

*He was in excruciating pain. Begging for it to all be over. The fever was still fucking with his mind and I wasn’t able to get through to him. Nothing I said was getting through. He needed healed completely. Those legs had to of been broken in a dozen fucking places from what I could tell just by a quick glancing assessment. The one leg his damn shin was broken and sticking out of his flesh. They really worked him over. Stop Isaac. The more I think about it the more angry I get. There was nothing I could do if I was all raged up again. Breathe.

He was flailing on this couch and if I didn’t do something soon, he would end up hurting himself more.* I’m sorry, Ewan..you need to rest so I can heal your legs. *I placed my hand on his cheek and eased him into sleep again. With a final cry of pain, he was out. I went right to work on those legs, placing my hands on the one that the bone was sticking out of and let my hands ease it back into place. If he was awake for this, he would have been screaming. Bone healing was the most painful thing to go through because it was so sudden and brutal as it jams back into place.

I then ran my hands up both his legs, hearing the bones all snap back into their places. I was close. I counted fourteen different breaks. For fucks sake. At least he was out for this part. I was already on the verge of tears seeing the state his body is in. With his legs taken care of, I inspect his feet real quick and soothe my hands over them, letting my grace flow through them as well. Just in case there were any toes broken or anything else I couldn’t see right off. I let out a breath and move to his stomach, letting my hands move over him slowly, the grace flowing in and attaching itself to muscles, tendons, racing through his system to search for anything that was injured. I didn’t have much time before he would wake up again but I was doing the best I could as fast as I could.*

Ewan:

Heaven. Had I died? No pain, a hug or what it felt like to be hugged as a child. Warmth, safety, stability in the world. It was bliss, as though I’d been stripped of everything except my brain. I somehow laughed; I didn't feel it but knew the action had happened. A sound filled the void. It made me laugh. There was no past, no present and the future was infinite. My eyes, did I have them now? It wouldn't open, refusing to budge as those fused. Perhaps they, too, had gone. Here in....in....A scream. The void was being penetrated by a shout, by pain, by warmth. The sound again....the void began to fade. No...No....he would come...I wanted to stay. There was nothing to grab. I had no limbs to reach out with...The nothingness slipped away.

Her face was there. Right there, words formed on those lips. My leg fell, no searing pain jolted through my body, no chains held me in place. I kicked out; she flew across the room. I stood on shaking legs. Stumbled towards the figure on the floor. Her. Gretchen. I kicked and kicked; tears streamed through the slits that were my eyes.

“You killed him; you killed him.” My strained voice repeated over and over, with each kick. She would die, and so would I.

Isaac:

*I didn't see the kick coming but it was definitely felt. He was awake and I was shot across the room by his kick to the chest. I heard and felt a few ribs crack on contact. Thankfully hitting the floor didn't cause more. By the time I raise my head to look up at him, his foot wacks my jaw with enough force to crack it, bust my lip open and blood to spray back over me. I didn't have time to defend myself. He wasn't stopping.

It took one kick to my wings for me to have the conscious thought to protect them. With the next thought I lower the cloak back down on them and tuck them away. They were already damaged from the gunfire, bloodied and now being kicked at. I had no choice but to curl up and take the assault. Fighting back was futile. I just spent so much energy on healing him that I couldn't undo the process by fighting back and hurting him.

I listened. I knew he wasn't seeing me. It was that bitch who hurt him. He was fighting for me in a sense. Ewan was still under the impression that she either killed me or had me killed. As my body soaked up blow after blow from his feet, I lay here wondering if maybe I should have saved healing his legs for last.*

Ewan:

“Coward.” I managed to spit, gasping for breath. Why wouldn't she stand, that sneer on her lips, protecting herself from me?

“No smart come back? No?” I kicked and kicked, the strength in my body sapping quickly, exerting what strength I had to kill her. To give Wings death some revenge. My heart ached; it was shattered. I just wanted him back.

“I...” Kick. “Want...” Kick. “Him...” Kick. “Back...”

I fell backwards, landing on my arse, pain shot up my back, the pulsating in my head getting worse, beads of sweat rolled down the side of my eyes, dropped from my swollen brow into my swollen eyes. “Wings...” The agony in my voice is evident. My body fell back, hitting the floor; what breath had been in my lungs left in a rush, I lay gasping. With short, sharp, ragged breaths, the darkness threatened; I was hopeful this time it planned on keeping me.

Isaac:

*I had to keep reminding myself that Ewan wasn't okay, that he wasn't seeing me when he landed each one of those kicks. When he launches those words of disgust, for her, not for me. One of those brutal kicks directly strikes one of my bullet wounds, lodging it deeper into my flesh. That one hurt. More than the broken ribs, broken wings, breaking heart and battered spirit. I began coughing up blood from that kick just as he fell back and landed on the floor. The opening I needed.

I uncurl myself from the ball I was in and crawl over to his body, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He probably had a collapsed lung for all I knew. I managed to lay myself against him, my arms and wings forming a protective shield around his form. I give everything I have. Every ounce of grace I could expel from my body. The flow of grace between us glows, the two of us becoming this ball of warmth in the middle of the floor. I wasn't going to let go until he could see me again. He needed to see I was here.*

Ewan.. it's me.. Wings. Please.. come back to me. I need you.

*My words almost sobbed from me, trying to get through to him. I held on, my torn and tattered Wings sealing us in together as the grace was siphoned from my body. I press a kiss to his chest, where his heart lies just beneath the surface.*

Ewan:

The warmth covered me again, nothingness. A consciousness of the brain. No body, just my brain. The vastness.

A prick shatters the nothingness; how long have I been here? I felt myself gasp. My body back, pain assaulted me. My nothingness is gone.

She'd put a blanket on me; the sweat still ran down my body, my breathing still unsteady, rapid. I could feel the blanket covering me; my feet move they edge me downwards. I stopped....fuck, she was touching me. No! Only Wings was allowed to touch me; no, she had defiled me. I felt a tear roll from the corner of my eye; I swallowed the lump in my throat. My Angel wouldn't want me; he would cast me down to the pits of hell. I fucking hated her.

Rage overrode the pain, surging, exploding inside. I screamed and rose to my feet. A glint of silver flashed and threw my swollen eyes I stumbled and reached for it, my shaking hand wrapping around it.

“Bitch, you fucking bitch. You defiled me! He won't want me now.” Tears streamed from the slits in my eyes; now I couldn't see a thing; I picked her up, her legs wouldn't hold her properly, screaming rage and pain swirling inside me.

“Goodbye,” I spat in her face, pulling my arm back and thrusting it forward.

Isaac:

*The light had gone out by the time he shifted from under me. My energy, my life force, my grace. All depleted. All given to the man who was now screaming at me. His mind was still lost. What she did to him snapped his reality. Every time he would speak it was like a brass section ringing out in my ears. It was deafening.

He yanked my body up and we were face to face now, I barely had enough in me to open my eyes at this point. My wings hang lifeless along with the rest of my body. I needed time to recharge. My grace would regenerate and I would heal. More screaming. His rage was white hot and I felt it. He was still seeing Gretchen. With one last ounce of fight in me, I raised my hand, reaching for his face as I softly spoke, my eyes finding his in a desperate last ditch effort.*

I love you, Ewan..

*The spit in my face was surprising.. but not as much as the knife that sinks into my stomach. All he could see was hate and red, all I saw was love and then darkness as my eyes closed and my body went completely limp.*

Ewan:

“Run.” Her body heaped at my feet.

“Run.” I moved; it couldn't be called a run. I threw open the cell door; my hand grabbed at the door frame. If I could find them first, it would save them hunting me; they'd kill me for this. I could beg Wings for forgiveness; I wiped the tears from my face. I would beg for, however, long it took. I stumbled forward; pain ripped through my head; I ignored it. The warm feeling I’d felt crept through my body, my muscles, ligaments. Pain shot through my abdomen; I wrapped my arms around myself, stumbling forward. I had to bump.......

Pain ripped through my head; my legs gave way. My knees greeted the floor with a slam. I screamed, flashes played through my head. Scalpels. Knives. Gretchen. Men in white coats. Pain. More screams. Gretchen's face in front of mine, shattered. Wings. Grass. Fire. Flying. Wings. More pain. My body curled up in the fetal position. A table, the image shattered instead, a couch. Gretchen's face like a broken window shattered, Wings. Gretchen curled in a ball, my foot kicking her, shattered, Wings. Pain. A knife in my hand, plunging deep into Gretchen's body, shattered. Wings. “I love you, Ewan.” Wings.

My eyes flew open. “No, no, no.” Trees surrounded me. The cabin. “No, no, no.”

I scrambled to my feet, pain wracking my body. Wings, he’d healed me. That's what the pain was. My legs gave out, but every time they did, I scrambled and got up.

“Wings! WINGS!! WINGS!!!” I screamed into the silence. My stomach wrenched; I didn't stop; I felt as though I was trying to breathe through a straw. I didn't give a fuck.

I stopped; the door was open as I’d left it; Wings lay on the floor motionless.

“No, no!” I closed the distance between us, bending down, picking up his still body, tears freely rolling down my face.

“Take it back, Wings, take the grace back. WINGS! Take it back.” I hugged his body to me, placing my hand over his heart, trying to force the grace back into his heart. “TAKE IT BACK! I don't want it. Please take it back.” I rocked him. Gretchen hadn't killed him. I had.

#TBC

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superlonelypin · 4 years

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A well deserved punch

"Nothing screams home like the polluted skies of Gotham city." Those were the first words to leave Marinette's lips as she stepped foot into the gloomy outside of the hotel her class would be staying in for their month-long class trip. She hadn't been planning on coming back to the crime-ridden city, not since her brother had died, but Ms. Bustier didn't leave much room for convincing, especially when it came to the likes of Lila and her lies but th young half Asian girl didn't let her phase her much, she kept to the positives, like being able to visit her godfather.

"Now, why would my favorite little bug have such a big frown upon her face?" The voice of her godfather breaking her out of her thoughts. She instantly turned and threw herself into the older man's arms, arms of which instantly caught the small teenager and pulled her into a hug of his own.

"Uncle Jim!" She laughed happily as he carefully began to spin around before carefully placing Marinette back down onto her feet and stepping back to get a better look at the young girl he hadn't seen in person for almost ten years.

He let out a chuckle as he pushed up his glasses. "It seems you haven't grown much since I last saw you..." Gordan had trailed off on his sentence as the all too dark memories of Marinette's last time in the city had been of her older brother's death and her adoption into the Dupain-Cheng family having gone through the court systems after two years of the French couple filing for her adoption.

Wide blue eyes took on a faraway look that could only haunt the police commissioner to his very core. He never did like seeing such a look in Marinette's beautiful blues, but it seems that such a look will always find its way back into her clear eyes.

"Come on, I did promise to stop by the precinct so everyone could say hello to you."

The rest of their day went by in a flash, Gordan taking Marinette to a lot of her favorite spots from when she was younger. They even dropped by and hung out with Barbra for almost a whole hour before the teenager was needed back at the hotel for dinner with her class.

"Thank you again, Uncle Jim." Jim ruffled the bluenette's hair and smiled back at her. He's forgotten the last time he's smiled as much as he has today, but he wasn't going to dwell on that, for right now he was going to focus on his goddaughter.

"It's no problem kid, and remember if you have any problems of which you informed me of with your class while here, call me up and you'll stay with me for the rest of your time here."

When the topic of the school had come up between the two, Marinette had instantly tensed up and looked down at her lap. The inner cop in Jim had nearly jumped out but he held back and waited until his goddaughter was comfortable enough to speak about it on her own terms and when she had he had expected tears, but none ever made an appearance in her blue eyes, and it had worried him, for Marinette had always been a sensitive child.

"I will, pinky promise."

The two exchanged hugs and one last goodbye before the police commissioner left the hotel lobby leaving Marinette in peaceful silence, but said silence could never last too long for the blue-eyed girl.

"I guess Mari-slut just can't stay away from men and older men at that!" The snide remark of Lila carried out through the lobby causing the crowd of French students to snicker or to look on at the Asian girl in disgust, but Marinette wasn't going to allow them to bring her down, not in her own city.

So, growing a smile and determination in her clear blue eyes, Marinette marched her way over towards the Italian Burnett and glared daggers onto her.

"Lila, that man you 'claim' to be my lover without any proof just so happens to be my godfather."

The taller Italian stepped back in surprise at the confidence that radiated from the shorter teen. The green-eyed lier hadn't expected for Marinette to even stand up to her, but it seems that being within a city as gloomy and crime-ridden as Gotham brought something out of the half Asian girl that she'd never seen before, but she wasn't about to let some goodie-two-shoes get the better of her, not now that the empire she's built within the class of dimwitted students was so strong.

The other students looked on in a daze. They didn't know whether or not to pull Lila away from the bully or to allow Lila to walk away from themselves, and before they could really step up was when Marinette spoke up.

"I'd watch your back, every one of you. We are now in my city. A city of which will kill you without any Ladybug to bring you back." And with that, the short blue-eyed girl walked away and into the elevator.

A few days pass, and then came the day of the Wayne Enterprise tour. The class and Lila had chosen to ignore Marinette for the time being and she couldn't be any happier for that fact. For she had more time to herself to sketch out new commissions and more free time to allow Tiki out of her purse without any interruption from anyone demanding her of assistant or accusing her of harassing Lila in some way or another.

"I'm just disappointed that Bruce had to be on a business trip." Why after two peaceful days of no lies did Lila have to start them back up and inside the very building where she was likely to make a fool of herself.

This was sure to become a disaster on its own.

"But no worries, I can set something up for you some other time Alya." Marinette rolled her eyes and sighed at her former best friend's apparent lack of a lie detector. Mr. Wayne had stated through email that he would remain in the city while he hosted the French classes trip, Marinette even made sure the class knew of his words.

"Do they really believe everything she says?"

Blue eyes widen at the sudden break in her thoughts from the newcomer, causing for Marinette to jump a foot off of the ground. The man- no teenager found such an action amusing and laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I'm Tim the tour guide for your class." Tim offers his hand out for a shake with a slight smile to his lips.

Marinette could tell he was lying. The tour guide was supposed to be Dick, whom of which she counted as a second brother. She didn't ask any questions knowing that something probably came up, so she put on a smile and took Tim's hand into her own and gave a firm shake.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng-" She spoke with confidence in her voice as her blue eyes gleamed up into equally, but cloudy blue eyes. "I'm the class president and I do apologize for the lying going around."

Tim smiled politely at her before turning his attention to the class. He soon called out to grab the attention of the others, "My name is Tim and I will be your tour guide for the day. I would like to inform you that we will be having a bodyguard join us, it's mainly because we don't want to risk an attack from the Rouge's or any escapes for Arkham."

The class gathered around Tim with widening eyes, seeming to now take notice of just how dangerous Gotham was. Their attention though soon sifted to the sound of approaching footsteps nearing Marinette's left side.

"Name's Jason, I'll be your bodyguard."

Marinette's world soon went blurry.

That voice, she knew that voice anywhere. Yes, it may have changed with age, but it was still the voice of her brother. The boy who would protect her from their father's beatings or beating from the strays on the street. It belongs to the boy who made sure the little blue-eyed girl had a meal before her every day.

It was the same voice of the teenager who had died when she was seven.

With a shake in her steps and blurry vision, Marinette turned to look up at her once dead brother. Even through her teary vision, she could see the moment that Jason recognized her. For the young man flinched slightly as his own blue eyes clouded in shame.

"You died."

Jason's mouth opened and closed, he couldn't speak. He couldn't think because before him was the very girl he had promised to always protect, but he had failed such promise. He became too scared to face his sister after awakening from the Lazareth pit.

"You died, and you left me on my own for ten years! Where were you when I need you the most! Where was my big brother!"

Jason flinched once again, he even tried hiding behind Tim's back, but his replacement wasn't having it. He knew he deserved his pixies out range but he was never too keen on experiencing it.

"Pixie I-" the shorter girl cut him off before he could even finish what he was saying.

"Don't you dare fucking pixie pop me, Jason Peter Todd!" Marinette gasped out and let out a sob as she hid her face in her hands. Her body trembling from pent-up rage and frustration.

Everyone within the lobby of Wayne Enterprise was tuned in on the scene at hand. Some brave enough to have their phones out recording the whole affair going down, while others looked on in astonishment as the small girl continued to yell at Jason Todd. Even the class was blown away at the outburst. Marinette normally had the most control over her emotions, so seeing the Asian girl crumble before the very man to be her brother was all a shock to them.

"Does Uncle Jim know, does Dick know! Who all knows and didn't tell me? Who all made me believe you were dead for ten years!?"

Everyone was practically on their toes. They watched as the short bluenett, who was still crying into her hands and stood hunched over on skating legs that looked as if they were to give out any minute.

They watched on as Jason took careful steps towards his sister. He looked as if he were going to wrap her in his arms and hug her, but he was stopped as a fist shot out and struck him in the nose, and from the blood now running down his nose, the smaller girl most likely broke it.

"Ow, fuck!"

The entire room held their breath after the punch had been blown. They sat waiting to see what would happen next. They waited to see if Jason would drag the girl out of the building or if the girl would strike the other once more. But neither of those happened. What happened next only further their surprise.

"Oh god- Jay-Jay, I'm so sorry." Marinette brought shaking hands up to her brother's face in worry. She may be mad at him but her caring nature will always shine through, no matter the situation she's in.

"S'fine Pixie." Jason chuckled and pulled the shaking teenager into his arms, being careful not to get his nose blood onto her midnight black hair. "I deserved it. God do I deserve that." He finally let himself cry as well further shocking everyone taking a witness to the reunion.

"Missed you so much Nette. Never a day went by that I wasn't thinking about my baby sister and whether or not I was doing the right thing in keeping you away. I was so fucked up after I- after I died, so much so I didn't want you to see me. To know that me, so I never reached out. I just recently got better, and I was, I promise I was going to tell- I was. And I do, I deserved that punch to the nose."

Marinette pulled away from the hug and smiled softly at her brother. "I get it, but just so you know, I'm punching Dick and Bruce when I see them."

#maribat #marienette dupain cheng #jason todd #miraculous lb

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antique-teacups · 5 years

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a liar and a protector pt. 2

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It hurt to feel. The lie was a hollow point sent right through your chest. Left to pick up the pieces in a town the world had forgotten. It had been two weeks since you left LA, but it felt like a life time ago. In the days closely following, you thought you might implode with the emotional trauma you were sorting through. The vlog squad reached out to you, each apologizing and wishing you would come back home. Home? Was LA home anymore when the person you loved the most there crushed your heart?

You didn’t respond back to most of them. Jason was the only you were speaking to out of the group. You knew none of them were to blame expect David himself, but they were are still a reminder of the fresh wound. Part of you wondered if your emotional isolation was a form of self-punishment. Sticking your fingers in the bullet hole to remember how to feel.

You wished you could feel anything expect the sucking pain in your chest. It climbed from your stomach to your throat. Settling, suffocating. It was like feeling hollow and heavy at the same time. A lump you couldn’t swallow, blocking your breath.

Your mom was worried, but who wouldn’t be when their twenty-year-old daughter shows up unexpectedly, adorned with a stricken look on her face. You gushed as soon as you were ushered into the house you grew up in. David had only visited once, it was before you two had started dating. You could still picture him standing in the tiny entry way, a small smile on his face as your siblings bombarded you with stories of your time gone.

You had taken refugee in your childhood bedroom for a couple of days before entering everyday life again. Once a week passed, you put your phone in your desk drawer and left it there. He wouldn’t stop texting, but the rest of them had gotten the hint you weren’t responding.

“Please, talk to me. Let me explain.”

“Jason won’t tell me where you went. Just tell me you are okay.”

“I love you.”

The last one stung the most, which is what prompted you to leave it in the drawer. You needed to get your head on straight before you talked to him. What would you say? That you forgive him for being so weak. That it wasn’t his fault. As much as you wanted to pin the whole thing on Rylee, you knew that wasn’t fair. He was equally at fault.

Ergo, here you sat on the hood your beat down blue Subaru Outback as the snow sunk slowly to the ground. You parked out on a back road, the traffic was non-existent. You could have been the last person on earth and not have known. The temperature was just barely above freezing, but you didn’t notice. The pain reminded you this was real. Just like when your skin screamed from the searing water in the shower. Or when you pulled on the roots of your hair so hard you thought you would cry from the pain. The pain meant this wasn’t all in your head.

This wasn’t a bad dream you could stop living at any minute.

It was a constant loop in your mind, a broken record of a broken time. You remember exactly how the conversation went between their text messages. You wanted to confront everyone in the group, see who else had known. Why hadn’t they told you to save you from some of the hurt? Why didn’t he love you as much as you loved him?

The sun was sinking and you knew you should head home. The days were blending together as most of them were spent driving around aimlessly. It gave you time to think. That, and your parents didn’t have to see how broken you truly were when you weren’t at home.

Everyone says that heartbreak is a right of passage. Something everyone must go through in their pursuit of happiness. You were certain your happiness was fully encompassed around David. He meant the world to you. How many times did you say I love you? How many times did you say it without the words but with your actions? He knew were irevocablity in love with him. You thought he loved you just as fiercely.

You weren’t sure your heart would ever become whole again.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon you climbed slowly off your hood. Toes were numb but so was your heart. Climbing in, you started the car and pointed it towards home. The radio was off and the night air was still crisping your hair through the open window.

The drive home felt quicker then the drive out. Your mind held the map of the whole town, you could have gotten anywhere. As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed a car you didn’t recognize. Shutting the headlights off you watch the movements in the kitchen through the window. Slowly your mother comes into view followed slowly by Jason.

Your heart was in your throat and you were out of your car in a flash. Slamming the door and turning to the house, you notice someone else in the entry way through the glass door. You didn’t have to see his face to know. He still was hunched in the corner, just as when he had visited before, but you knew there would be no smile.

You could have gotten in your car and left. Drive off into the night and you will never face your dragons. You were going to slay this dragon.

Confident strides covered how cowardly you felt. Your body was ice cold, your mouth totally dry. Grabbing the door handle you pull the front door open. David turned to face you as the wind was knocked out of your chest. His face looked like he got in a cage fight with a boxer but his eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them.

He sported a gnarly black eye and a split eyebrow. His eyes were lined red and his lips were desert dry. David looked like a walking corpse. You immediately felt contrite. However, as quickly as it came you pushed it away. He made the bed, now he gets to lay in it. Before you could say anything, Jason appeared behind him, a look of regret on his face.

“I am sorry Y/N, I just couldn’t stand to watch him destroy himself anymore.” Jason apologized. Destroy himself?

“It isn’t your fault Jason, none of this is. Though, I would appreciate it if you would both leave.” You responded curtly, eyes flicking to David’s reaction. He shut his eyes, a shudder passing through his shoulders.

“Please don’t make us leave.” David sobbed, opening his eyes. He was on the verge of a total breakdown, but you weren’t going to catch him. Instead, you intended to catch yourself. You refused to cry, hadn’t in the last two weeks. After that night, you didn’t think he deserved anymore tears. But that didn’t stop the hurt from festering in your chest. A growing monster you could hardly contain it.

“Y/N please.” David howled, he was breaking down. Tears slipped down his face as he took ragged breaths. He was trying hard to hold at onto at least a semblance of control. He wasn’t doing that great of a job. “I just needed to see you, to make sure you were okay. Please let me explain.”

The lump in your throat was growing with each passing moment. You could feel your shell breaking. The boy you loved looked like had been through hell and back, but hadn’t you? You were forced to watch the life you built crumble around you.

“Explain?” You sneered. Hurt was quickly replaced with anger. “David, no amount of explanation will help me understand why you fucked Rylee. You decided I was no longer top priority to you in that moment. As if that wasn’t enough, you kept texting her! You kept lying! There is nothing to explain.” Your breath was coming in gulps. Face hot with rage as your eyes bore into his.

David visibly deflated. He wasn’t expecting you to reject him when he came all this way. Time to cool off was what he thought you needed. Time would heal all wounds. You watched countless emotions flash across his face before he settled on regret.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I love you so much. I know I fucked up the best thing in my life. I don’t what to do without you. Please, I am begging you.” He cooed. He wasn’t going to let you slip away. “The entire vlog squad is worried about you. I am worried about you.”

“Worried about me? Which one of us is sporting the black eye?” You turn to Jason. “You want to tell me how he got that, or should I let him feed me a couple more lies?”

“The night you left David got drunk, way more drunk then he has been in a while. Decided to pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. It seems to have turned into a trend.” Jason explained, embarrassment in his eyes.

Your emotional isolation was your punishment. David was picking fights as his. You knew he loved you, but you couldn’t, shouldn’t, go back to him. You fell in love with the way he hunkered down in the blankets editing. The way he could almost sense you needed hug. The way he seemed to know what you were always thinking. You two were the best of friends before you started dating. You thought you had the strongest relationship around.

Clearly, you were wrong.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You look at the two guys standing in front of you. They both loved you in their own way, but you didn’t feel that right now. This was becoming too much to handle. Defuse the situation and deal with what you are feeling later. Rip the band aid off.

You turn to walk out the door as your heart hammered a million miles an hour. Stepping out into the night air, you waited to hear his footsteps behind you. His breath was uneven and hot. Regaining composure, you turned to him.

“You have hurt me more deeply than anyone else ever has. You have hurt me more deeply than anyone else because I loved, love, you. You will never know what this tsunami tide feels like. You will never know what it’s like to slowly watch the world around you crumble while you stand motionless and unable to save even yourself.

“You will never know how deep my love ran because you were to shallow to accept it. I mean, you went behind and back and kept lying to me! I wish I could hate you, I know I should right now.

“I have been trying to figure out ways to salvage the wreckage, to make sure the survivors had a fighting chance, because, fuck I don’t think I do. You just kept lying. That’s what hurts that most. You kept saying you loved me at same time you kept lying.”

By the time you got the words out, you were gasping for breath. It should be the end of it. But that’s not what you wanted, you knew that. Deep down, you could never stop loving him.

“I know I was a terrible person. There hasn’t been a moment since you’ve been gone that I haven’t thought about that. Please, just give me another chance. I will do anything.” He said. There was a look in his eye that you recognized.

Love.

“Give me some time to myself, then we will talk. I’ll call you.” You said, sneaking one more look at him. Turning your back to him, you climbed into your car. A redo of that night ran in your mind as you back out of your driveway. David stood there with pain marring his beautiful features. By the time the house drifted out of sight, tears poured out of your eyes. Why did it have to hurt so bad to love someone so much?

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #david x reader #vlog squad #davids vlogs

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ladyanput · 4 years

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Seeing Green Ch. 4

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"Alya, let go!" Adrien pulled his arm free from Alya's fierce grip, as soon as they had exited the mall. Nino had run out after them, clearly shaken, before exchanging a look with his friend. Marinette was still there, she was still in there at gunpoint by some twisted villain! "Why did you drag us out? We left Marinette behind!"

"Oh Adrien, don't worry! I'll contact Batman and he'll come and save Marinette!" Lila spoke up, and Adrien wanted to throttle the little harlot. Didn't she see that her lies wouldn't impress him in this instance? He noted their classmates and other mall patrons were outside, being led along by first responders. Someone must have called the police about Two Face. Adrien stepped back when Lila tried to throw herself sorrowfully into his arms, darting off in another direction. "Adrien!!"

Once Adrien was out of sight, he opened up his jacket, Plagg drifting out. He hadn't said a word to his Chosen last night, and his expression was less than pleased.

"Plagg, we have to save Marinette! God only knows that bastard rich boy is already offering to trade her life for his, he probably even-"

"Adrien, do you honestly think it's a good idea to become Chat Noir in America, when he's supposed to be in Paris? Besides, I wouldn't let you within two feet of that girl after the stunt you pulled last night!" Plagg hissed as he suddenly got into Adrien's face, his fur standing on end. "You spied on her, Adrien, you crossed a line! I should Cataclysm you for what you did, it was beyond disturbing, you basically violated the girl!"

"I didn't touch her, Plagg! It's not that big of a deal, she and I are soulmates! Ladybug and Chat Noir have always been soulmates, right?" Adrien rolled his eyes, then held up his hand. "Whatever, Mari is in trouble, we need to save her. Claws Out!"

…

Evangeline decided that if she were ever to take any of her classes on a field trip, she would ban any cities with superheroes and villains. She rushed through the halls of the mall, her blood pumping rapidly. When Nino had told her that Marinette was still in the mall, she hadn't thought twice and had merely barged back into the building. Now it was a matter of finding her, and Damian, from what Lila was blubbering out.

It still surprised her that Marinette had gone on a date with Damian Wayne. Thinking back now, the boy did certainly look like his father, from what Bruce Wayne pictures she could find on the internet.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Ma'am, you should be running towards the exit." A large hand gripped Eva's upper arm that pulled her to a halt. She spun on her heel and her eyes narrowed at the stranger. He was tall, much taller than her. The red helmet covering his face was a dead giveaway to who this was; Red Hood. "Two Face is around, we can't have civilians endangering his hostages."

"One of those hostages is one of my students!" Eva snapped, trying to tug herself free from Red Hood's firm grasp.

'And my friend..'

"She's in a fucking foreign city, alone right now, with a boy she just met yesterday, being held hostage by a psycho your jails seem to hold worth shit. She's terrified and I won't be like everyone else who's abandoned her!"

Jason stared down at the woman glared up at him, her violet eyes dark with rage. She reminded him of a fox he had come across on Bruce's property, on edge and ready to strike to get to her pup. He tightened his grip on her arm, wanting more than anything to take this woman out of the mall, he sighed and let go. He hated the sudden thought of kissing the scowl off of her full lips.

"Listen, lady, you need to leave, I can't have you getting in danger too, you'd only cause more if a mess." He growled.

"Well that's too fucking bad, now isn't it?" Eva narrowed her eyes and rushed past him, making her way towards the plaza. He groaned and followed quickly behind. The woman could run pretty fast in high heels.

…

Marinette opened her eyes, feeling her head throb as if she had been hit over the head with a freight train. She let out a cry as she was pulled into her knees by her hair, looking up at the goon she had tackled to the ground. He was scowling at her, blood oozing from his now broken nose. She had only tackled him, had he landed on his face?

"I must say, Mister Wayne, your girlfriend is quite the quick little bitch." Two Face sneered down at the boy he held at gunpoint, before turning his cruel eyes to Marinette. "I'll have great fun putting a bullet in her gut afterwards. She should really watch her tongue, spreading stories about how she's Batman's civilian sidekick."

'What?' Marinette tried to make sense of his words, her mind whirling. She had never said that, she had never even been to Gotham before. Then it clicked. Lila, he thought she was Lila, he had seen them together and had made assumptions.

"I'm not Batman's sidekick…" Marinette groaned out, noting Damian's look of panicked rage. His body was tense, trembled as if he wanted to turn and beat Two Face bloody. He probably did, not that Marinette blamed him.

"A little late to go back on your lies now, little girl." Two-Face motioned to the henchman, who let the injured girl crumple to the ground, and replaced his boss at holding Damian at gunpoint. Two Face made his way over to Marinette as she shakily got to her hands and knees. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and ripped her head back, making her look into his partially disfigured face. He sneered down at her, making her blood run cold. "Don't worry, I won't shoot you just yet. First, I'll batter up that pretty face up, then little Richie Rich won't want you anymore."

Damian watched in horror as Two Face backhanded her, sending her collapsing to the ground once again. He wanted to go over and rip him apart, to teach this goon of his a lesson in hurting a woman. You never fucking strike a woman, ever. Though villains don't always count, under certain circumstances.

"Two Face, let the girl go." Damian's eyes flickered over to one of the upper levels of the mall. His father, as Batman, perched on the railing, his signature scowl in place. "Leave the kids alone, they didn't do anything to you."

"This one," Two Face motioned down to the pathetic heap Marinette had become. From where he knelt, he could see the bloody gash on her right temple, her lower lip was cut, and dark bruises had formed. He gave a snarl of rage. "This one has been going around, running her mouth, saying she singlehandedly caught me, Batman. Now, as a lawyer, I do hate it when people make things up."

"Sorry to rain on your parade, Dent, but you've got the wrong girl." Nightwing spoke up as he stepped out from behind a pillar, crossing his arms. "Now be a good lawyer and let the innocent girl go."

Damian could see all of his brothers were someplace in the plaza, his curiosity piqued when Jason had run in with Miss Bourbon. But his questions quickly vanished when he heard Marinette groan in pain. Returning his gaze to her, he saw that Two Face was pressing the barrel of the gun to her injured temple.

"Anyone steps closer, and the girl gets it." Two Face snarled as he dragged Marinette to her feet. Every hero in the room froze, unsure what quite to do.

Then the skylight overhead shattered.

Chat Noir landed a few feet from the messy situation, giving Marinette a grin as he focused his eyes on Two Face.

"Alright, ugly, I highly suggest you let my purrincess go, before I make you disappear." Chat Noir flexed his hand, preparing himself to call upon his power.

" Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" Two Face grumbled, slightly dumbfounded at the tight of the teen boy in a skintight leather suit and cat ears. Here he thought he had seen everything in Gotham. "If you're Catwoman's lackey, I highly suggest you back off, these hostages are mine."

"What the fuck, Chat Noir?" Evangeline cried out, drawing eyes over to her. She looked fairly pissed. "Is this why you haven't been to the recent akuma attacks, because you've been smoozing around in Gotham?! You fucking idiot!"

It soon became a mess of shouting and screaming. Marinette felt her head throb, but blinked when she noticed that the gun was no longer pressed against her head. Two Face was waving it around, as he yelled with Chat Noir, who was yelling back for him to let her go, before he was just about to call on his Cataclysm. Taking the moment of distraction, she stomped on Two Face's instep and shoved his arm up. A shot rang out as the gun was knocked from her hand and clattered across the floor.

Eva found herself being dragged to the floor by Red Hood, him pinning her and shielding her with his body as the bullet whizzed over them. She couldn't help but realize how warm and strong he left, making her toes curl ever so slightly. She flushed a dark red, why the fuck was this thing about that?!

Marinette took the moment of confusion on the henchman's face to throw the box Damian had been forced to drop earlier into his face. He went stumbling back.

Batman and Nightwing were on the criminals in seconds, bringing them to the ground and handcuffed them.

Marinette stumbled and fell into a pair of arms. She was about to thank Damian for catching her, when she saw it was Chat Noir, giving her a cocky grin. Her body tensed as he picked her up bridal style.

"Don't worry, purrincess, I'll take you away from these unsavory characters." He announced, and Marinette didn't miss the look he shot Damian. Then he took out his staff and launched them up back through the broken skylight.

"Wait, Chat, stop! No, put me down!" She screamed as he carried her off, away from the scene.

Everyone was left staring up at the skylight in dumbfounded silence, before Eva's eyes went round when reality clicked in.

"Holy fuck, quit gawking and stop him, she's still hurt!"

"Don't worry, Robin will catch up to them!" Damian spoke up. Ignoring his father's warning too, he tore off down the hall.

"Well, I'll let Robin know to catch up with them, since he's on standby." Red Hood muttered, taking Eva's hand, dragging the woman towards the exit as his brother and father guided the villains towards the doors. At least this time, she gave in and followed him.

…

Robin vaulted himself across the rooftops of Gotham city, keeping an eye out for that cat boy. He quickly spotted them near the Wayne Botanical Gardens, his jaw clenched in anger when he landed on the rooftop just as Chat Noir dragged Marinette into the greenhouse.

Robin followed quickly behind, his sword at ready. He silently entered the greenhouse, listening intently as he eyed the masses of flora and fauna.

"Chat, please, you need to let me go. I need to go back and see if Damian is alright, he's hurt!" Marinette's voice rang through and he followed it. He soon came upon the duo; Chat Noir holding tight an obviously struggling Marinette. "Please, Chat Noir, please!"

"Relax, purrincess, I'm sure he's fine. Aren't you happy to be with your knight in shining armor?" Chat Noir purred, nuzzling Marinette's neck. She smelled so sweet and felt so soft… He reached up and cupped her cheek, gazing into her eyes, not seeing the frantic terror there. "I'm glad I got you away, I'm sure that boy was going to hurt you. That's all his type want to do is hurt pretty girls like you."

"Chat, stop, I need to go!" Marinette felt nauseous, knowing it was most likely from her injuries. She wanted so badly to transform and just give Chat a piece of her mind. All of those times he had been absent, he had been here, and what for? Didn't he realize that they needed to defeat Hawkmoth?

"I'd do as the lady says." Something wrapped around Marinette's waist and she was roughly pulled back and into another embrace. But this one, it felt familiar, it felt warm… She almost wanted to lay her head against whoever's chest this was and just stay there.

"So you're the one who kidnapped Miss Dupain-Cheng here." Robin glared at Chat, who was snarling now, his claws out, looking ready to skin him alive. "I think it's in the best interest for me to take her back to the mall. There are paramedics there waiting for her."

"You can't take my lady, she's mine!" Chat stepped forward to attack, but Robin abruptly pointed his sword to Chat's neck, the blade breaking the skin ever so slightly.

"If you value your head, I suggest to step back." Robin pulled Marinette closer, who wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled down at her, and Chat finally took a step back.

Robin turned and quickly left with Marinette, wincing as he saw her face. He felt like it was his fault that this happened to her, if only he had been able to take down Two Face, she wouldn't be hurting like this.

"Are you okay?" Robin whispered down as he set off his grappling gun, and launched them both in the direction of the mall. He found Marinette staring at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I almost got shot today… I- I could have been killed today…" Marinette sobbed out, clinging to the hero, who stopped on one of the rooftops to hold her close and let her cry. But to his surprise and slight panic, he watched her lock it all away, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She took a few deep breaths, then met his gaze. "I'm sorry, please, take me back to the mall. I need to see if Damian is okay."

"I'm sure he's fine. Batman told me he hasn't suffered any injuries, he's just talking with the police right now." Robin gave her a kind smile, and off they went again.

They quickly landed at the mall, Marinette found herself instantly in the arms of Evangeline. She was whispering something Mari couldn't quite make out, but found herself smiling when Alix, Kim, Juleka and Rose joined in on the hug.

"Alright, move it, I need to check on her." A paramedic shooed the group away, then carefully inspected Marinette's face, clicking her tongue ever so slightly. "Don't worry, sweetie, we'll fix you right up. You're a pretty brave lady, staying strong when dealing with Two Face like that."

"It wasn't too scary. We have akuma attacks all the time in Paris, so I'm pretty used to stressful situations." Marinette shrugged, not noticing the confused look the paramedics shared as they began cleaning the gash on her temple.

"Marinette! I'm so glad you're safe!" Lila ran up to the ambulance, Mari now noticing the news cameras around. "That was so scary, seeing Two Face like that! But don't worry, I told you I'd get Batman here!"

"Yeah, Mari, isn't it amazing at how quickly Lila got them here?" Alya grinned, hopeful that Marinette would finally get the stick out of her ass about Lila. Hopefully this near death experience would change the girl's tune. But her smile vanished at Marinette's eye roll and soft scoff. "Girl, don't be so ungrateful, Lila saved your life!"

"Marinette!" Damian ran up, having hid once again and changed. He went to her, taking her hands into his own. "Are you alright? I was terrified when that guy in the cat suit ran off with you. Thank God Robin was around to save you."

"Yeah, I was pretty lucky.." Marinette smiled up at him, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again. Then she remembered, this was Damian Wayne, the son of Gotham's richest man, not that money really mattered to Marinette. She found it surprising, but she still saw him as, well, Damian. Though a voice in the back of her head demanded she transform and go hunt down Chat Noir to demand answers, she shoved that aside. Now was not the time.

"Your girlfriend is safe too, Damian, are you feeling glad?" Alya piped up, shoving Lila in their direction with an eager grin. Damian had to sneer at her broken English. Obviously the girl hadn't taught herself much before coming to America. Finally, she'd get the big scoop she'd been dreaming of!

"Girlfriend, what girlfriend?" Damian rose a brow, eyeing the girl that had been shoved in his direction, then his lip curled slightly in disdain. He remembered this one, she was the one who had defamed Marinette, who was spreading those unsavory rumours about their supposed relationship. Scratch what he said earlier, he really wanted to hit this woman. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Your girlfriend, Lila? Lila Rossi?" Alya persisted, only to be shooed away by Evangeline.

"I swear to God, those two are more annoying than the orange cones in Montreal." She muttered, taking a seat beside Marinette in the ambulance. She smiled at the girl. "Are you alright? You gave me quite the scare in there."

"I'm fine, but why were you inside? Eva, you could have gotten hurt, you're not a trained hero!" Mari threw up her hands as soon as the paramedics finished patching her up and stepped away.

"I got scared." Eva admitted, pulling the younger girl into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a moment, before it was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They turned their gazes to where Batman and Red Hood stood.

"We have some questions, if that's alright?"

…

Tim Drake was not having the best day. He had spent the entire day doing research and a sample analysis.

He heard the Batmobile enter the cave, as well as his family walking up to where he sat at the computers.

"Did you find anything on the attacks this Ladybug hero had told you last night?" Bruce removed his cowl and stared up at the computer screen, watching clips of two colourful superheroes fighting many different colourful looking villains.

"What she and that Marinette girl told you is true. I don't know why we didn't pick this up sooner, it's been happening for almost four years now." Tim frowned, then glanced over at Damian. "You said your girlfriend mentioned the League? Think maybe Clark heard about this, or any of the others?"

"They would have told me if they'd learnt about such a threat." Bruce crossed his arms, but didn't sound too convinced with that statement. He sigh, then massaged his temples. "I'll ask around though, if this was ignored, we will have to make up for it big time."

"She's not my girlfriend, Tim." Damian narrowed his eyes as soon as he saw the DNA test up on one of the screens. "Tim, what is that?"

"Well, I noticed something on one of the ledges around the Gotham Grand Hotel and thought I'd test it out. I don't have a match in our system." Everyone noticed how nervous Tim suddenly appeared, but that he forced a sickened smile. "That's where your girlfriend is staying, Damian."

Damian didn't know why he got the thought, it was just a little niggle in the back of his head, but it was persistent enough that he drew out his sword, pointing the tip to Tim, the tip with dried blood on it.

"Compare it to this." He whispered.

It was a match.

"What exactly did you find on the roof?" Damian's expression slowly darkened. And when Tim finally told him what it was, Dick and Jason had to hold him down to keep him from going a skinning a cat.

"I'll fucking kill him! I bet it was across from Marinette's room, wasn't it?! The fucking freak was spying on her and doing- doing that!"

"Whoa, calm down, Demon Spawn, we don't want to kill anyone just yet." Jason piped in, though he felt revolted. Marinette seemed like a sweet girl, though quite badass, from what he heard, she had across dislocated Two Face's arm. "We have to go there anyways, to meet Ladybug, so you can check on her then, okay?"

"You're pretty eager, Jay, wanting to see that lady again?" Dick piped up, trying to lighten the mood. He also didn't want to think about… That at the moment either. He was sure once they had this Chat Noir in their sights, they'd kill him then.

"Shut up, Dick, I just want to see what a French hero looks like!" Jason rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'm not the one who thought she had a nice a-"

"Can we just go please?!" Damian snapped, storming back towards the Batmobile, trembling with rage with every step. He'd mount Chat Noir's head on the wall.

…

Ladybug stood on the rooftop, waiting in silence for Batman and his crew, shivering as the crisp winter air blew. Tikki had told her that she'd take on more characteristics of the Ladybug, but she had been hoping for wings, maybe, not temperature sensitivity.

"Good evening, Ladybug." Red Robin and the others landed across the roof from her, blending almost seamlessly in with the shadows. Marinette was almost envious of how well suited their costumes were for Gotham, while she stuck out like a sore thumb, covered in bright red with polka dots. "Sorry if we kept you waiting."

"You didn't, I just got here." She out on a bright smile, hoping they didn't see her shivering pathetically in the wind. They all looked so serious, it was a nice change of pace, she found, so used to Chat Noir's antics. "I do appreciate that you're willing to hear me out. When I contacted the Justice League, the Flash told me to stop making up stories and wasting their time. I just… I need help defeating Hawkmoth, I need help finding his lair and stopping him."

"So that's what happened… Ladybug, I apologize for the League for putting you through that. We'd be more than happy to help you, tell us everything." Batman walked up to Ladybug, setting a hand on her shoulder. He saw relief in her eyes and what looked like hope, a hope that had finally been awoken after a time of pain and despair. And she told them everything.

…

"I just can't believe him, he brushed you off like you were nothing!" Alya paced in her shared hotel room with Lila, fuming from earlier. So much had happened today, she had almost gotten a groundbreaking story, but Marinette had ruined everything, just to keep the attention on her! "What kind of boyfriend does that?!"

"Oh Alya, you know how it is. He's rich and famous, he doesn't want me to be a target, like today almost happened. I hoped Marinette learned her lesson today, trying to pretend to be his girlfriend to make Adrien jealous. I feel bad for her, she feels like she needs to spread her legs to a bunch of guys to get noticed by a guy who doesn't want her." Lila cooed, laying on her belly on her bed. "Don't blame Damian, besides, he always makes it up to me in bed~. He has the most amazing tongue."

"You're so lucky you're marrying him! Hey, do you think he'd let me interview him? It would do wonders for the Ladyblog, it could even get me hired to the biggest names in the business!" Alya beamed, taking a seat beside her friend, excitement buzzing through her. "Maybe when you two get married, I can do an exclusive coverage on your wedding."

"I can certainly try, Damisweets is just so shy and sensitive, but I'm sure he'll do it since you're my bestest friend in the whole world!" Lila grinned, playfully nudging Alya. But then she pouted. "I wish I could have gotten that dress for my dinner with the Waynes tomorrow, but I completely forgot my wallet. They moved the dinner, since I was in such a horrible predicament."

"Oh girl, I wish I could help, but I need my money for this new phone that's supposed to have the best camera for taking video, and has more storage and more speed." Alya sat back, brainstorming. She had to help her best friend, afterall, tomorrow was going to be a big night for her, for both of them! Maybe she could convince Lila to let her come with them to Wayne Manor if she got her friend that dress. Then an idea popped into her head. The blogger got to her feet and went to her purse and pulled out a dark green wallet. Nino had given it to her when hadn't wanted to end up losing it if it fell out of his pocket or something at the mall. "I'm sure Nino won't mind if we use his credit card to buy the dress. It's too important to you, Lila!"

"Alya…" Lila grinned a grin that was like the cat getting the canary. "You're the greatest! I can only see his reaction now to you being such an amazing friend~"

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