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SK8ER BOI II- Ollie

A/N: oooOOOO here we go! a little more development before the rollercoaster starts. The little angsty elements make it that much more exciting though. Enjoy! - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: drug use (weed), cheating, smut, ass play

word count: 10.5k

The next day at school, it wasn’t hard to find Y/N. She stood with her friends as Harry skated past, waving at her as he went by. His black sweater and jeans were practical and normal wear.

“Since when were you friends with him?” One of her friends asked with raised brows. “He’s not the most social of them all.”

It was true. Harry tended to keep to himself and minded his own business, stayed with his group of friends and didn’t bother anyone. He hooked up at parties to be people’s bad boy fantasies and all that but he wasn’t much of a talker in social situations. Not a lot was known about him besides he smoked weed, drank, hooked up and was generally a nice guy. You could label him a stoner skater and it wouldn’t be wrong.

It was really nice to see Harry, Y/N thought it was cute that he waved when he skated past. It did bring a smile to her face. “Oh, we’re assigned partners for Mr. Beck’s anatomy class.” Y/N explained, “he’s actually really nice. Easy to work with.” She nodded and noticed Timmy looking at her with furrowed brows. “I’m going over again on Friday to work on it.” She let him know, wrapping her arm around his waist from behind and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You alright?” Of course Y/N just had to act as she would normally, she couldn’t let anyone know of her little secret. It wasn’t that hard keeping up with Timmy though, she did genuinely care about him and affection was her immediate way of interacting with him. Hugs, kisses, nothing had changed really.

“Nothing, babe, was just curious.” Timothée smiled down at her and leaned down to peck her lips. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, that spark really wasn’t there.

Even Harry noticed, there was no chemistry. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned against the tree with Niall talking Zayn’s ear off, watching the couple. It looked like they were friendly but the guys’ arm stayed on her arm. The boy didn’t loop around her waist, didn’t hold her body closer— no. It was a very obvious thing to him now more than ever.

“I’m positive he’s not into girls.” Harry said. “Nothing wrong with it but... Y/N’s hot. He’s literally not touching her at all.” He spoke lowly. His friends didn’t know he was hooking up with her and it was normal for him to have random outbursts like this so it was okay for him to say.

“Ya think? He looks sickly whenever she kisses him.” Niall snickered. “It’s fine but, he shouldn’t string the poor girl along.”

Harry agreed.

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The rest of the week went by just fine but realistically Y/N was excited for Friday. Maybe it was bad of her to get all ready for him as if they were a thing, but she wanted to feel nice and look nice for him even if it was just someone she was hooking up with. Y/N had taken extra precautions, telling her mom she was working on a project with a friend but she might go to Timmy’s after to spend the night. Now. Y/N wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying, but just in case. She wanted to have as much time with Harry as she possibly could. So, she got dropped off at Harry’s around 5 after dinner, her heart beat picking up again. She had worn a set of underwear with little hearts on it, thinking it was cute. Y/N didn’t feel comfortable wearing overly sexy sets, they just weren’t her. Hopefully Harry would think they were cute. She wasn’t even sure if they were for real going to do stuff again, but she could only assume so.

He had kept an eye on Y/N and Timmy for the rest of the week and struggled to understand why Y/N was still with the dude. He didn’t pay her much attention. Sure, he would kiss her head or rub her arm but there was no physical affection. From what Harry has seen, Y/N thrived off of being touched. It must be really hard for her. He didn’t know why she went for that and stood for the treatment especially when she was barely getting anything out of the agreement. It confused the fuck out of him. Either way, he tried to stay out of it. the house was clean and Y/N was coming over and he had questions for her, so he would ask them later. He figured if it ran late enough he could order pizza and bring her home. Or whatever she was doing next. It was Friday. He was just planning on smoking and using his telescope.

Y/N texted him saying she was there and smiled up at him when he opened the door. Just as last time, the kitties came running over to greet her and she couldn’t help but smile, again dropping down to pet them all.

“Hi my angels!! I missed you.” She giggled, letting one of them climb up onto her lap. She picked it up and nuzzled against it, pressing a kiss to its nose and hummed as it purred and went to kiss her nose. “Awe, thank you!” She cooed, setting it back down. She stood up when she heard Harry clear his throat, blushing a little. “Hi.” She giggled and brushed her skirt down. Y/N took her shoes off as usual and left them by the door before following him up the stairs to his bedroom. She’d noticed he had candles lit this time, had some fairy lights going too. Was he setting the mood? “It looks nice in here.” She complimented, taking a seat on his bed. “How was your week?” She asked, wanting to make some kind of conversation because she really didn’t want to just blurt out about how she’d been thinking about his dick the whole week.

“Thanks. M’gonna smoke a bit and look at my telescopes later so I made it cozy.” Harry shrugged. Also, it would be easier for her to be comfortable around him. A good atmosphere was important. “What about you?” He laid his laptop out on his bed. Today he was in comfortable clothes. A sweatshirt and joggers but— it was kind of hot. He had a tank top underneath, so he slid it off and let himself be clothed in just the tank. It showed off a nice amount of tattoos. His parents were cool like that. They let him get them as long as he did well. Said it was his body and his choice to regret it if he did one day. “Ah, Muffin likes you.” The orange kitty weaved around her legs, mewing to be picked up. It did indeed love Y/N and her good energy.

“Is that what you do most nights then?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if astronomy was something he was majorly into. “Didn’t know you were into astronomy.... then again, I don’t know a lot about you so.” Y/N chuckled and blushed, swallowing thickly as she admired his tattoos. “Those are really nice by the way.” She spoke, nodding to his arm. Y/N knew she was awkward with making conversation, but hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to hear more about him if he let her. “I’m supposed to go to Timmy’s later.” She explained, knowing he probably wouldn’t like that. Truth be told, she’d rather stay here with Harry, but she hadn’t spent any time with her boyfriend this week and she felt bad. “Hi muffin.” She cooed down at the kitten in her lap, “you get as cozy as you’d like, okay?” She told the cat not expecting it to respond with a meow. Y/N looked at Harry with wide eyes when it happened, “oh my goodness!!”

He laughed under his breath. She was going to her boyfriends after getting her shit wrecked by Harry? Part of him liked it. She would go and think about how Harry was by far a better choice. There were no ifs ands or buts. He was annoyed on another part because he wasn’t sure why she kept giving the dude the tone of day, but apparently that wasn’t his business. A slight smile came on his face as he looked at her with the cat in her, astonished that she had talked back to her.

“She likes you quite a bit.” He commented, bringing his computer to his lap. “But thanks, about the tattoos. I love em. And I love astronomy. The stars and all that stuff. My dad works at NASA, so I’d like to go there too.” He hummed. “Not an astronaut cause, I’d go crazy being trapped in a ship but... learning about it. It’s cool.”

Y/N was surprised to hear it, but her heart did swell. Something about men that loved the stars made her all gooey because they were naturally dreamers regardless if they saw it that way or not. She knew Harry was artsy, liked that he was in fact, it gave him a lot more depth. Fuck. She needed to stop thinking that way.

“That’s so cool! You have to be really smart for that.” Y/N said, knowing he must have to be a genius to work for NASA. It was an extremely complicated job, lots of math involved, but Harry seemed to be somewhat offended at her question. “No, no— I didn’t mean it like that, I just.. sorry, I knew you were smart I just. I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” She spoke, feeling herself blush. He was far smarter than her that’s for sure. She of course was just trying to be a teacher, well.. she didn’t quite know what she wanted to be yet. Y/N was often stuck in feeling like she didn’t really have a purpose.

“It’s cool, I get it. A miswording.” Harry chuckled as he saw her panic that she offended him. He was used to people putting him off as a lazy student because of his looks and calm demeanor. But she obviously didn’t mean it. “Yeah, it’s what I want to do. Lucky my dad is there but I’m not gonna get a job by slacking, so I make sure to get A’s. A lot of people don’t expect it of me but it’s fun. School is really easy for me.” He didn’t have to try. He was that lucky bitch. It came to him naturally. “But what about you? What do you want to do?” He was curious what she would be interested in. If she wanted to be something specific or if she was figuring it out. He could see her doing something artsy or with literature. She seemed to be a bit bookish when it came to that.

Y/N was happy to know he did well in school, glad he found it easy because she was often panicked with how difficult it could be whenever there was all too much going on. “I think that’s great though, it’s nice to have a passion.” She said, petting the kitty in her lap. “I um... I don’t really know yet. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, cause I really like little kids and I’d really like to help them learn.” Y/N explained, “but sometimes I wonder what else I could do? I second guess myself a lot.” It was a struggle for her internally but she knew she’d figure it out eventually. She did have lots of passions, writing being one of them, she just didn’t think it was worth the stress of money. She let out a deep breath, watching the cat jump out of her lap to get some attention from Harry. She went to work on the project wanting to get a lot done so that they could do stuff, if of course he wanted to. Again, she didn’t want to assume that it was a more than one time thing.

“It’s okay. It��s definitely hard. You don’t have to know now. I’m lucky cause my parents just let me find what I like and I was early on with what I liked. They put a pressure on us to know right now and we don’t have to.” Harry shrugged. “My whole side of my dad’s family is into space and engineering. It was funny when he married my mum because they’re kind of opposite? He’s practical in work but goofy as shit at home. My mom is like... the best. But she’s the one who makes sure my dad doesn’t just buy a Jeep for the fuck of it.” He laughed. Their careers and their personalities matched well though. It was easy to open up to Y/N because she genuinely seemed interested in what he had to say. Plus, it wasn’t classified information. “What do you like? You should try and look into stuff that’s like... that you’ll enjoy. No sense in working a job you hate forever.”

“Your parents seem really cool.” Y/N smiled brightly at him, genuinely happy that he had a good life. Harry didn’t deserve to feel hurt ever. No. He had a good head on his shoulders and a great support system. She felt like there was a spot for a nice girl in his life, but it seemed like he wasn’t actively searching for one? Maybe that was a sore subject. She let out a breath, “I really like writing, it’s fun for me to express myself in that way. But I don’t think I’d be a very good writer as a job or anything. That’s mainly why I said I’d be happy with teaching, cause I know I couldn’t ever be upset knowing I’m teaching little kids something... giving them a good example. Know how important it is to have good teachers that make you feel comfortable.” Y/N was really enjoying just getting to know Harry. It was easy talking to him, he was lovely, really. No judgement at all and of course he gave great advice. It was then that she got interrupted by a call. It was Timmy.

“Hey... is everything alright?” She knew he wouldn’t call unless it was urgent.

“Hey, Uh... I don’t think we can do Tonight. We’re super busy with the committee and planning stuff and I wouldn’t be good company.” He said distractedly. He was very focused on being student body president again and he took it far too seriously. “We can go out one day next week? It’ll calm down after I get reelected!” No it wouldn’t. He was always coming up with excuses. “But— sorry, they got food and we’re working on a new slogan for the posters. I’ll talk to you later, sorry.”

Harry could see her face fall and her lip start to tremble. He immediately felt concern, moving to sit up more on the bed and tilted his head as she let the phone fall on the bed. “Hey... what’s up?” He asked gently. Not sure what was going on but knowing that he probably should be concerned by the look on her face. “What happened?”

Of course. Excuses as usual. Y/N was trying, trying really hard to be a good girlfriend or whatever the fuck she was. God, she wanted to have a nice conversation with him today, ask him what had been up with him recently but he had been avoiding her like the plague. He didn’t like her even as a friend? Was that it? Even if he was gay, she could only hope he would tell her instead of stringing her along. Y/N wasn’t sure what to do because realistically it shouldn’t hurt her this much, but she had been with him for three whole years, been best friends before that. Course it hurts. Y/N swallowed thickly, tears starting to fall down her face as she looked at Harry. He’d think it was stupid. It was no secret that Harry didn’t like Timothée, at least to her at least. She didn’t want to look stupid.

“Timmy he’s busy with the campaign is stuff... said we can’t hang out.” Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes. She was crying more so cause she was embarrassed. She felt like everyone knew and she was just getting dragged along.

Anger welled in him. How many times was this asshole going to hurt her heart? How could he not see he was selfishly dragging this shit out and leading her on when she could be out of that relationship and be shown an actual thing or two about a man.

“No... Y/N, don’t cry.” He whispered. Internally, he felt panicked but he moved over to where she sat and placed an arm around her. “It’s alright. He’s a loser for that. But I feel like there’s more to why you’re so upset about it.” He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her the best he possibly could. “Does he do this a lot?” He was curious, trying to understand her complete meltdown now from him not wanting to hang out. It had to be a common thing if she was this upset over it.

Hearing the words ‘dont cry’ only made her cry more, hiding her face in his chest. She didn’t trust her voice yet, a sob coming from her as she nodded her head to let him know it was a regular thing.

“Sorry...” She sniffled, trying to catch her breath properly. “I’m just embarrassed...” Y/N explained, “cause he just— he’d rather do anything than hang out with me.... and you know, now I’m suspecting he might not be straight, but to his knowledge he still thinks I don’t know. So he’s just— I don’t want to pressure him into coming out if he isn’t ready either! What if he isn't?” She felt more tears fall, wiping them aggressively. “Feel really stupid for being upset cause I feel like everyone knows except for me, and he’s just dragging me along and isn’t even trying to fake it— just hurts cause you know, thought he’d want to at least hang out with me cause he thinks I’m cool or whatever but apparent not.” Y/N felt very hurt, her heart cracking because she felt like everything was falling apart quite quickly and she didn’t want to just dump it all on Harry like this.

“Woah... hold on there. He’s the idiot, bunny.” He left a pet name slip. “What type of person does that shit to someone else? You are very cool. Very pretty. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s a him issue. A hundred percent not a you thing, love.” He was positive about that. Y/N hadn’t done anything to deserve this, at all. It made him sad to think that she could possibly be feeling as though it’s genuinely her fault. “It’s not stupid to be upset either. It’s valid. Doesn’t matter if he's straight or not. He’s pushing and stringing you along and not giving you anything but a title for it. I watched you both this week a bit. Sorry If that’s creepy but... he doesn’t treat you right. Even as a friend.” He explained. It made him so sad to think that the boy was hurting her for no damn reason. “Can I tell you something? I was wicked excited to hang out with you today. I've been looking forward to it all week. I don’t like hanging with lame people so... you’re definitely very cool.”

Y/N chuckled at his comment, sniffling a bit. “Are you sure you weren’t excited because you knew you’d get some?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Y/N wasn’t assuming he was like that, but no part of her believed she was cool enough for Harry and her tone displayed that. Harry was being very sweet to her and he absolutely didn’t have to. She could have just excused herself and collected herself and carried on with the project but he was being insistent on calming her down. She let out shaky breaths, staying snuggled into his chest because she found it to be the most comfortable thing. “Sorry I’m crying all over your shirt.” Y/N chuckled and pulled back, looking up at him with her eyes all blown. She liked him. She liked him a lot but she knew that he wouldn’t want to be involved with someone like her. She was such a baby and was scared of everything. She didn’t do drugs, didn’t go to parties, she wasn’t sexy. She just minded her business and watched anime at home.

“Woah... no, that wasn’t why I was excited. I mean, I was hoping we would do something but I wasn’t gonna push it if it didn't feel right. You’re a genuinely cool girl, Y/N. I don’t have a ton of Friends so like... it’s cool to find someone I think I can be friends with.” He was sad she felt that perhaps that was her only worth to him. It wasn’t at all. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about the shirt, I don’t want you to be sad.” He continued rubbing her back gently. Poor Y/N. She was a mess in her mind. “But you’re a lot more than just a hookup. To anyone. You’ve got a ton of worth and you’re fun to be around regardless.” He didn’t like the thought of her being sad. “We can just hang out after we finish the part we’re working on. We’re already ahead. I’ll uh... I can show you some constellations if you wanted?”

It really did mean a lot to her to hear him say that. Y/N always felt that she was constantly in her boyfriend’s shadow, always being called ‘Timmy’s girlfriend’ and never by her name at times. Y/N wanted to be her own person, liked that that’s how Harry saw her. It made her feel all warm inside. Her eyes rested up again but she didn’t cry, a smile finding its way to her face before she practically jumped him with a hug. Y/N squeezed him tight, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Thank you.” She mumbled quietly against his shoulder, holding on to him tight for a while.

“I’d really like that.. the constellations.” She told him quietly as she loosened her grip, but stayed hugging him closely. It felt really nice.

“Great. There’s a ladder I have— we can get up to the roof and look at ‘em. It’s safe.” He had been up there so much that there was a railing on the roof his dad hired someone to put up. Just in case. “In the meantime, I can order pizza or something while we work? By the time it gets here we’ll be done.” He suggested. Feeling the nod in his neck he smiled, grabbing his phone and calling his favorite pizza place.

She had stayed in his lap while he ordered, his fingers going up and down her side as he got them a cheese and pepperoni as well as some of those cinnamon dessert sticks. She needed it after a hard day. Harry didn’t like physical touch all that much when it came to strangers but he already considered her a friend.

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Working went by rather quickly after her little cry, they’d both decided they had done a lot of work today so they started packing up and Y/N was getting more relaxed. She had put her stuff in her backpack and moved it off of his bed by the door so they had more space. He was getting ready to go outside, gathering some things.

“Know you said you were going to smoke, you still can if you want, don’t want to ruin your night.” Y/N said softly, standing beside him as he opened the door to the roof. It was really cool how he had a place to look at all of the stars, his family must be extremely proud of him.

Harry helped her climb up and gave her a blanket to lay out while he brought all of his stuff up. He seemed really excited to be doing all of this and that made her smile, she was excited to get to know him on this level, hear him talk about things he was passionate about.

In Harry’s eyes, she couldn’t ruin his night. Not when she was excited to learn about the stars and things like that. She didn’t make fun. Instead she accepted his passion and was eager to have him explain. He grabbed some of his equipment, bringing it up so they could look at the planets visible if they wanted to. The door was closed so the cats didn’t follow them up there, Harry also bringing a sweatshirt for her to wear. It felt weird, giving a girl a piece of clothing to wear. Usually he hooked up and left. But Y/N deserved more respect than that. She was hurting.

“Here— Uh, you can wear this cause it’s a bit chilly.” He murmured, handing it to her to put on as he put the telescope down and sat down next to her. She did, and he was happy because it was getting nippy out even though during the day it had been warm. “Let’s see... let’s look at constellations first and then I can show you my telescope and see other stuff.”

Y/N felt really cozy now that she was wrapped up in the warmth of Harry’s sweatshirt. She’d seen him wear it earlier, he also wore it to school. It was a big navy one that said, don’t trip. She knew that this didn’t mean anything though, he just didn’t want her to be cold is all. She pulled the sleeves up over her hands, pawing them up for optimum comfort and laid back on the blankets with him so it was easier to see. She scooted closer, looking up at the clear night sky. It was quite dark outside, but the moonlight illuminated everything just enough for them to be able to see what they were doing. Y/N was looking up at a bunch of stars, clearly, but she only knew a few constellations.

“Alright then, educate me, Mr. Styles.” She said with a small hum, just joking around with him.

“Starting simple I suppose. So... up there.” Harry pointed, getting close to her so they would have similar lines of sight. “That’s the Little Dipper. And right over there? The big one.” He traced them outline with his finger. “When I was little I wanted to be a star. Everyone thought I meant like an actor or something but no. I literally meant I wanted to be one of the stars.” He chuckled. “I study them instead. But it gets a bit overwhelming sometimes.” He adjusted his body so theirs were pushed together for optimum warmth and accuracy. “Each of the stars that makes up the constellation is a different galaxy. Our sun is a star. Isn’t that wild? Like... we are the stars in other universes. We are in their sky.” He paused. “At least if you believe in that sort of things. I do.

Y/N moved so that she was laying on the inner part of his arm, closer to his chest. It was a lot easier to look at them this way. She gasped as he pointed out the two, smiling because it really was beautiful. “You know... I have freckles that look like a Little Dipper on my arm.” She was really proud of that, and felt like he would appreciate the little fact. “Aren’t some of them like... based on Greek myth and stuff?” She asked curiously, naturally nerdy about those types of things. Y/N liked all kinds of mythological stories, loved hearing about what they were meant to teach people. She didn’t necessarily believe, but sometimes she wanted to.

Harry was very comfortable to lay on. They hadn’t exactly cuddled like this before, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time they did this because she was much calmer now. She felt a lot more relaxed.

“Mhm. There’s Orion and his belt. The seven sisters. You can see them over there.” He pointed each one out. “The seven sisters is a star cluster that I particularly like. I always wonder what lies behind them. If it’s incredibly hot wherever it is because of the nearness of the stars.” He liked feeling her lay on him like this. It was relaxing. She was good to lay around with. “I suppose we’ll never know the absolute truth, unless a new technology comes out that allows us to go light years. Or aliens. Either way.” He was joking but also, not really. He believed in aliens. “Over there is the Gemini constellation. The twins. Also an astrological sign. Leo, the lion. Pisces. Represents Aphrodite and Eros tying themselves together to escape typhon, the worst monster in mythology.” Harry murmured. “I sit for hours out here and just stare. I know it’s a bit weird but it’s comforting at the same time it’s scary. That we’re so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things but... our beings can mean the world to someone else.”

Y/N nodded along, listening intently as he spoke. The sound of his voice alone was soothing, but she found herself turning her head to look at him instead of the stars an awful lot. She thought he was beautiful, especially in the moonlight. She needed to cut it out though. He was a good friend to her, she shouldn’t be getting too ahead of herself when she had just found something good.

“Think it’s really cool... always wondered about stuff like that. Space is really scary but very fascinating.” She said and let out a sigh, “if you ever want to talk about it more, we can...” Y/N blushed, genuinely wanting to hear random space facts if that was something he wanted to do.

She was finding that the little crush she’d always had on him was for good reason. He was a really cool guy. Really really cool. He was so relaxed and laid back, the amount of calmness he displayed was incredible. Maybe hanging out with him more would teach her to relax better.

“Yeah? You’re cool, Y/N.” Harry smiled at her efforts. She was really trying. Really, really trying to be a good friend to him and god if it didn’t make him want to make out with her. “Did you want to smoke with me? If not, I can sit at the roof door and we can talk from a distance so you don’t get any of the smoke.” He questioned. Harry didn’t want to pressure her but he did feel like perhaps she would like it. “It’s not scary or anything.” He could see her internal debate. “You’ll probably cough a bit at first. Some people are different. You’ll also probably be hungry, and it does make you a bit more horny than normal. At least it does for me, 100%.” He laughed. Y/N could benefit from it. “But I like it cause it makes me feel a lot more relaxed and loosened up. It feels nice to not worry about tests or the future for a bit.”

Y/N looked at him with a bashful but curious gaze, “I um... yeah, I’d like to.” She said with a nod. It seemed like a good idea, relaxing? being hungry and horny? Sign her up. She knew he wouldn’t put her up to anything that could endanger her, besides, he did it all the time and he was just fine. She sat up and watched as he took out a little box, pulling out a ziplock bag of green clusters and a circular object. Y/N watched as he broke about a green cluster and placed it into the object, twisting it to grind up the weed. He meticulously rolled up one perfectly packed joint, pulling out a lighter before setting the box to the side. She was a little nervous, but he made it look so easy. Y/N watched as he lit it and inhaled with ease, it looked simple enough. She just had to breathe in. He passed it to her with no rush and she brought it to her lips and inhaled. Y/N felt the smoke fill her lungs but she did start coughing, getting used to the sensation.

“That was so weird.” She laughed a bit as she coughed but took another hit nonetheless, this time a bit more prepared.

“Yeah, it can be trippy when you first try and do it but it gets better.” Harry smiled at her attempts. It was admirable that she was so easily trying new things. It was something he liked about her. She didn’t judge much. They passed it back and forth and Harry had the bright idea to move everything inside before he was too lazy to, first bringing down the telescope and then helping her down the stairs.

“Wait— look at this. Lay on the bed.” He grinned, watching her confused face. He turned the lights down and flicked on the star projector that filled the room with many star-like projections. It made his room look like space. Even better when high. He hopped next to her in his bed. “What do you think?”

Y/N knew that she’d feel all floaty when high, but this was really cool. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She carefully maneuvered down from the roof with Harry’s help, pulling off the hoodie because she suddenly felt very warm.

“Woah!” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked around the room. “You didn’t show me this last time!” She looked at him with a look of wonder. It was very much amusing. She laid back and closed her eyes a bit, just soaking in the moment and how much it smelled like him in his bed. “Feels really nice...” She said lazily to him, “can you come here please?” Y/N asked, her voice going all cute and soft. She just wanted to cuddle again. On the roof it was really nice and she thought it would be even nicer on a bed.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry liked her clingy. She was lovely this way. Being high made her ask for things she wanted, apparently and that was good for his sake. He immediately was met as a cuddly Y/N when he moved closer to her, letting her curl up next to him. Harry was feeling things out but he was curious to know what she liked. What she would want to do if they continued hanging out.

“How do you feel? Both being high and hanging out with me?” He wanted to show her how it felt to have a true friend. Someone who treated her nicely. That oui oui baguette boy obviously didn’t treat her how she needed to be treated. “You want to be friends with me, right? Cause we could do this shit all the time. I smoke with Zayn and Niall but they’re like, suuuuuper obnoxious with it.”

Y/N happily swooped her leg over Harry’s hip, her arm moving around his waist while her head rested on his chest. She sighed feeling finally comfortable, letting out slow and relaxed breaths as he spoke.

“I feel... floaty. Like, I have no thoughts yet somehow I can form sentences? It’s strange, but very cool.” Y/N giggled and shifted her head so she could breath in his scent a bit better. “I do want to be friends with you, you’re really nice.” Y/N spoke honestly, “if you would rather smoke with me or just hang out, we can hang out whenever you want...” Now that she was high she wasn’t really thinking about how things came out, she was sort of just saying them and hoping for the best. “I’m hungry.” She mumbled, “but I’m also comfy.” Y/N huffed, making it out to be the biggest dilemma in human history. She sat up though, remembered they had gotten pizza and smiled when she saw it sitting over on the coffee table. “Harry! You’re a genius!” She smiled and went to grab his cheeks. She kissed him once and got up to go grab the box to bring over to them.

He was surprised at how quickly she had kissed him, scurrying over time the pizza box and coming back to him. It was amazing. Y/N was sitting there looking all sorts of innocent when she had just kissed him and not even thought twice about it. She was munching happily on the pizza and he took a piece as well, letting her get comfy as they sat up on the bed to eat.

“I’m glad you want to hang out with me. I’m a cool guy sometimes, I think.” He had been told many a time that he was cool by his friends but it felt good to know she wanted to be around.

“I think you’ll like my friends. They’re idiots but they mean well.” He did love his friends even when they were stupid. They went to parties together and mooched off of the free alcohol. “But I definitely don’t kiss my friends like I do with you. Nothin’ against them, they’re attractive but, I’m not into beer breath.”

Y/N did a little happy dance while she munched on her pizza, focusing on getting as much as she could into her belly because it seemed like she could swallow the whole earth. “You are a cool guy. The coolest. Everyone at school wants to be friends with you.” She said honestly, knowing the hot gossip. “But I win.” She giggled, taking a sip of her water that she had laying next to her. Y/N felt herself getting full but then again she did just finish her third slice. The cinnamon sticks were her next victims, she let out a moan at the taste. “Really? Well, I don’t really kiss anyone like I kiss you anyway so....” Y/N shrugged, basically saying that he was the only person she kissed with passion and desire. Yeah she kissed Timothée but kissing him was more of a chore now that their relationship was falling apart.

“Yeah? That's a good stroke to my ego.” He did like knowing Y/N was happy with kissing him like that. He couldn’t help but be a bit proud of that. “You’re a great kisser. But if you keep moaning like that I’m gonna be tempted to bend you over.” His threat was lazy but he would happily play with her again. He wasn’t sure about fucking her. He didn’t want her to regret it. But she had the best ass and beautiful tits and he wanted to see her naked. “What? Don’t look shocked. You’re makin’ me hard with that moaning over food. You’ve got a sexy as fuck voice. I like Hearing it. Plus, I’m already attracted to you and know what your pussy tastes like so the weed isn’t helping my cock.”

“Well, I am a bit shocked.” Y/N chuckled, “Didn’t realize I was doing anything.” She blushed, putting the cinnamon sticks down because now they were getting into some serious talk. “I like when you talk like that..” Y/N told him, smoothing over her skirt a bit to try and distract herself but it definitely wasn’t working. The weed was definitely giving her a bit of confidence, mostly because her anxiety was shut off and she was just speaking freely. Of course, she still had that sweet innocence to her, that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tired. “Obviously haven’t done anything except for what we did the other day so... know I’m not exactly the sexiest.” She chuckled and looked up at him. She was aware of some of the different things you could do during sex but she wasn’t one to research. It made her feel gross watching other people, most because she didn’t find the men attractive and that was kind of the most important part.

“You’re sexy. Don’t say that about yourself cause you 100% are incredibly sexy.” Harry stopped that right away. He didn’t like her thinking that she was anything but a sexy little thing. “I love your innocence but... trust me. The used panties I came all over prove that you’re hot as fuck. You’ve got a dirty side. Just haven’t tapped into it yet.” He hummed. “I’m glad to know that you like me talking like that. You’ll be happy to know that I am willing to teach you or talk to you about anything you’d want to know, including sex. That much I am a very hands on teacher.” He wiggled his brows to make her laugh. “Do you wanna know somethin?” He asked. When he got the curious look he continued. “I couldn’t stop staring at your ass the other day. When you wore leggings. You stood right in front of the tree my friends and I stand outside of. You got excited and jumped a bit and your ass jiggled. When I tell you I was half hard the rest of the day...” He really was. “You’ve got the best ass. M’obsessed.”

“Really?” Y/N was intrigued. Did he really want to teach her about sex? Would he show her things and make her feel the way she felt the other day? It seemed like an offer she couldn’t pass up at all. “Not turned off by how I don’t know stuff?” She asked with furrowed brows, it was always something she was insecure about. “I know literally nothing though... I don’t really like watching porn it makes me feel gross.” His little story about her ass though? That made her rather excited. She had worn leggings because she had gym that day, thinking that her shirt would cover enough of her ass but clearly it didn’t. Not that she really cared because it was Harry who was looking. “Usually when I wear leggings I don’t wear underwear.” She said mindlessly as she took a sip of her water. “Is that something you like then? Are you like.. a butt guy?” She asked curiously, wanting to know more about what he liked. “I know you... you have a lot of sex, yeah?” Y/N asked with a blush, feeling like she’d get jealous if he answered.

“You weren’t wearing anything under them?” Harry felt his body want to explode. “Just walkin’ about with no panties and.. fuck me.” That was unfair. Cruel, really. He didn’t have his hands on her that day, and he would think of it every day forward. “I am an ass guy. I love tits too, don’t get me wrong but... there’s something about ass I love. But— I mean, I don’t have a ton, no. It depends. S’like an itch. If I need to scratch it, I will.” He could tell she would be disgruntled if he told her about his sexual escapades. “I know enough to teach you stuff. Whatever you’d want to learn. I’m not too shy of a guy when it comes to that stuff so you can ask me whatever you want. As long as you don’t mind me being dirty mouthed when I talk.” Harry got off on words. So knowing she was interested in asking things? He loved that.

“How often do you have an itch?” Y/N asked, raising her brow at him. Y/N did want to know, part of her did even if she would get a bit pissy about it. She had no reason to be territorial, but she just wanted to be the only girl he went to when he did have an itch. Y/N liked whatever they did the other day, no one had ever made her feel like that. She felt so sexy and beautiful and good. “I don’t mind.” Y/N shrugged, moving closer to him to get comfortable again. “It’s hot in here.” She sighed, getting up off the bed so she could take off her little corduroy dress. It still wasn’t enough though so she simply stayed in her little white socks with a laced rim and her set of underwear that had the cute red hearts on it. She slid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, “okay so like.. what do you like to do most then? Obviously there’s the actual sex but like, describe your fantasy. Mine happened the other day so honestly everything’s sort of free game now.”

“I swear to god, you’re my wet dream.” Harry closed his eyes as he tried to center himself. “Jesus... look at you.” He muttered, rolling his eyes over her body. “Love this shit. You’re not trying to be sexy, you just are.” His finger ran over the waistband of the panties on her hip before pulling back. “I like.. well, I love anal. Of course I love pussy, specifically the idea of cumming in one. But I haven’t done that yet. M’not into the idea of knocking up someone random but. I can’t lie and say that it isn’t something that’s hot to me. The idea of like... owning someone like that. A part of me in them. It’s hot but a lot of girls would think I’m actually trying time get them pregnant.” He rolled his eyes. “But I love dirty talk. have a filthy mouth and I know you’re aware of it.” He laughed quietly, pinching his bottom lip. “But yeah, I like eating pussy. Obviously. I like dirty shit, but anal is definitely something I love. Think it’s cause it’s a bit wrong in some people’s eyes. And ass is tight as fuck.” His eyes took in her curves. Yeah. Her ass would be the tightest. It’s never been touched. “What do you mean... your fantasy was the other day?”

Y/N was pleased that he liked her little set, “I did wear it for you in all fairness.” She shrugged a bit and flipped over so she was laying on her stomach, looking over at him while she rested on her elbows. Definitely so she could have her ass up and her tits on display. That was a subconscious choice though. “Never even touched my butt in that way before.” Y/N spoke innocently, “does it feel good?” She asked, genuinely curious. Everyone has an ass so of course maybe he’d know how it felt. “Oh, I’ve like... I’ve thought about what happened the other day a lot. Like, sitting in your lap and having you touch me like that and stuff... really like your hands, I think about them a lot too. And your lips, they’re like perfectly plump.” Y/N didn’t realize he didn’t know she had a crush on him. Her high brain assumed she’d told him.

“It does, but you’ve got to work slowly if you’ve never done it before. Some people like pain so they don’t work themselves open before but I always say that you should... ya know, get fingered or licked out back there and make yourself relax.” He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t touched back there though. “I’m interested to know... you’ve thought about me before? I didn’t know this. I didn’t think you realized I existed much.” He raised a brow, eying her ass. He moved a hand down to rest it on her lower back, playing with her panties. “My hands? That’s interesting. I’m just shocked you knew me. Let alone had those thoughts about me. Wow... that’s fucking cute.” He grinned. “What else did you think about me doing to you?”

Y/N looked away from him bashfully, simply letting him touch her however he wanted to. She really liked his forwardness, it got her going. “Yeah... I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.” Y/N admitted, playing with her hands. “Thought about you a lot, cause like... you’re what I wanted timmy to be like.” High Y/N clearly spoke freely. Y/N had to think about his next question because in all honesty, she didn’t really know. “I haven’t really thought about anything else like that, just the basic stuff... I don’t know about all of the other things, I know lots of people are into different things.” Kinks, she was talking about kinks. “Is there anything like that that you like? Like— stuff that when you think about it you get all gooey inside? Or sometimes it makes you feel really alert and squirmy?” Y/N asked, remembering how often she’d see him and get that way. “Always liked seeing you skate and stuff, like your jaw gets all clenched and you look kind of angry... liked how big and ruff your hands are... and your arms they’re nice too.”

“Yeah... I like some stuff.” Harry coughed. Fuck, he was gonna tell her too. He was liking the honesty between them as well, knowing she was happy to blurt out shit like how she liked his hands and arms and when he got angry. “Kinks... there’s a lot of things I like to try. I don’t think they count as kinks but I do enjoy spanking. Like, I’d kill to spank your ass. See my handprint on it. I like kinda rough stuff. Don’t let this scare you though cause— we don’t have to.” He warned her. It wasn’t intense stuff but he was aware she was a complete virgin. He didn’t want to scare her off. “Like... choking a little. Hair pulling. Spit exchange. I loved when you squirted on me, it was messy and hot and that shit gets me off. S’why I came so fast.” He murmured. “Also would love to try overstimulation on someone. Make ‘em cum as many times as they can take. Toys. I have a few I’d like to buy but I don’t have people who come round to fuck. I wouldn’t do it at home with a rando. so... you’re definitely special.” He laughed. His hand was sneaking lower. “Mm, I love a bit of power exchange. And I like to be called Daddy. Fuckin hot.”

Y/N was very intrigued, her pupils likely blown out by the idea of Harry doing all these things to her. If he liked that kind of stuff, she’d definitely try it, because the other day she felt so good.

“The other day you made me cum like three times and it hurt but like.. it felt good?” She explained, “think I like pain though.” That would explain why she liked the concept of him spanking her so much. She liked the idea of being someone special for him. If he wanted to try stuff with her he could, she just wanted to be adored. It was then, when he told her he liked being called daddy that she felt herself whimper. She was getting really horny just talking about all of this stuff, but she was mostly curious about the ass stuff. So, she decided to be bold because the weed was giving her a new found confidence in her relaxed self. Y/N looked at him for a moment, feeling his hand resting on her ass. She moved it up against his hand and let out another little whine.

“Daddy? Can you play with my bum please?”’

Well, fuck. That was something. Something Harry really, really wanted to do.

“Christ...yeah, I can do that.” He whispered, happy that she was as into this as he was. Because— he definitely was. He moved, rounding her body so he could get the perfect view, the perfect angle so he could touch. He groaned when she stuck it into the air for him, swaying back and forth. She was trying to tempt him, and it was working. He gripped her hips before pulling her towards him, letting out a breath as he took it in. “Fuck me. You've got... the perfect ass.” He whispered, running his hand over it. Pulling the panties up so they were right on her , shaking them a bit before letting them go. “You... are so much trouble, little thing. Aren’t you? Gonna drive me mad.. walkin’ round in leggings with no panties on. Daddy’s gonna have to grab you and play with you next time I see you in them to check.” He muttered, beginning to peel them down. “Fuck, you’re soaked again.” He could see the wetness still stringing to the panties and he used a finger to catch some of it, licking it clean.

It was becoming clear that Y/N was less shy when she was horny. It was the one this she wasn’t afraid of asking for, especially after having that whole conversation with him. She liked knowing what he liked, now she could bring it up if she ever wanted him to touch her. She let out a pleased squeal when he pulled her towards him by the hips, leaning down when her knees brand so her ass could be as high up as possible. Y/N pulled a pillow down so she could rest her head on it and look back at him. She moaned at the idea of him pulling her away at school to mess with her.

“You always make me messy, daddy.” She told him, lifting her legs so he could pull her panties all the way off. Her cunt was needy, absolutely so, but she was intrigued by the idea of ass play. He seemed to be really into it too so she wanted to see him get all excited about it. “Can spank me if you want..” She gave him the go ahead, “Wanna try everything..”

He didn’t take a second chance. His hand came down, firmly on her ass. The panties off, he could see the skin jiggle under his hand and the pink mark begin to show, her squeal doing more to arouse him. Obviously she liked it, so he did it to the second cheek.

“Naughty little girl. Hm. You like daddy’s hands spanking you.” Harry said with pleasure. “So gorgeous.” He rolled it in his hands, squeezing hard on the freshly spanked skin to watch her writhe a little bit. “So you’re dirty like me then.” He hummed, grabbing at her and gently pulling her legs apart. “Let’s see that pretty hole.” Of course it was pretty. Never been touched, small. He was going to wreck it. Even if it wasn’t today. “Fuck. M’gonna fuck this hole if it’s the last damn thing I do. Fuck me.” He leaned over and spit thickly on to it, thumb rubbing gently over it in circles. Letting her get a feel for it.

Y/N liked it. She liked it a lot and it scared her because she was unlocking something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. That was a problem for sober and none feral Y/N to face, right now she was too busy loving every second of it.

“Mmmmmmm” a long whine came from her as he rolled it in his hand, hands gripping at the pillow. Her legs spread with ease, her eyes closing as she relaxed the best she could. Y/N felt her cunt throb at his words, hearing him spit and feeling it drip down made her go absolutely insane. “Daaaaddyyyyy!” She whined, moving her ass back against his working thumb. Y/N was learning that she was also very impatient. Her cunt was in desperate need of attention and the thumb on her ass was only getting her more worked up. Thank god she’d showered before coming here and she was clean as a whistle.

“That sounds good coming from your mouth.” Harry whispered as his fingers ran over her ass. It was fine now to play with her. Y/N was a needy girl and he was finding this out day by day. “M’gonna play with you. Just lay and take it.” He settles and ran his tongue right on her hole. He knew she had never had this before so he wasn’t surprised when she jolted, but he simply spread her legs open again and took another lick. It was lovely. Not only because Harry genuinely liked eating ass but Y/N squealed, body squirming a bit with each lick. She was mouthy too, saying little babbles of how odd but good it felt.

Just lay and take it.

Oh my did Y/N like the sound of that. The feeling of him licking at her ass was different than when he ate her cunt. It was definitely pleasurable but not the same. Y/N didn’t think she could cum like this, but then again, he hasn’t exactly put his fingers in or anything.

“Feels nice..” She hummed as she got used to it, hands tightening around the pillow. My god what was she doing? She had a boyfriend for fucks sake but this felt so damn good. Y/N couldn’t stop seeing Harry after this whole project thing ended. She needed to do this again, wanted to do this all again. It really couldn’t be anyone but him. He did say he was going to play with her, what else could be in store? “Ah! Daddy!” Y/N squeaked, feeling him poke his tongue inside. Tingles spread through her at the feeling, it did feel really good. It was then that she felt him press his thumb into her, her ass tightening around his finger. It was so unfamiliar, but she knew she just had to relax.

“There we go. Not gonna do too much today work this. Gonna finger you and let you feel it, see the pleasure.” And then eat her out and cum on her ass. It sounded like a good plan. He slowly worked his thumb into her, moving down and licking from clit to her entrance. His thumb worked at her hole, giving her an abundance of sensations. “Hm. Maybe I’ll get a little vibrator and we can put it in your ass while I lick your little pussy. How’s that?” He asked. It was obvious that they weren’t going to stop doing this for a while. He was teaching her all about it now and he wasn’t going to stop. Not now. “Mm. Tastes so fucking good.” He took his thumb out, working in a longer finger. He wanted to fuck her ass with it while he licked at her pussy. “Feels nice too, hm? Havin’ me touch you everywhere?”

She whimpered at his offer, “please daddy..” Y/N pleaded all huffy and needy from the sensations. She was feeling him everywhere... it was making her go a bit crazy, especially because it seemed like an insane amount of teasing. It all felt really good, her whole body was feeling the waves of pleasure and all she could do was lay there and take it like he said.

“Like it so much, daddy... I want to feel more of you..” Y/N knew he would only give her little bits of newness each time, but she really wanted to feel like one with him. She wanted to feel him properly, look him in the eyes and have him make her scream for him like he had before. Y/N was a whiny horny mess all over again, Harry having unlocked pleasures that she didn’t even know existed before today. “So good to me, make me feel so good..” She wished she could thank him in some way, help him out but he was insistent on showing her stuff.

He had made her cum 3 times again. They were even bigger than before and she had in fact squirted again but he loved it. After cleaning up, he had her lazy, fucked out and high body laying on him as he relaxed.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” He hummed. Part of him was worried though. Because very quickly he was feeling a bit of a want for her. One where he could kiss her anytime he wanted but, she still was technically in a relationship. Regardless if he treated her shitty, it was still a title and he didn’t know how to ask her if she was going to break up with him. Did he even want a relationship? Would she want a relationship with him? Was he just a bad boy fantasy?

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Y/N was going to be his friend.

She pressed soft kisses to his chest, relaxing he had yet to get shirtless or naked for her. It was always her. But maybe that’s just how he wanted to keep things. On a friend level.

“Mhm...” Y/N hummed and again nuzzled her face into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “Thank you again...” She spoke just below his ear. “You me feel special.” Y/N was positive he was an angel sent to her. He truly made her feel like she was some heavenly being, made her reach highs she’d never felt and helped her let go of all the things that have her anxiety. She didn’t know how she could possibly thank him for it, but she would somehow. It wasn’t going to be hard to keep this from Timmy considering he barely hung out with her anymore, but she was going on a date with him sometime next week like he promised. She needed to talk to him, ask him about them and how he felt about them and why they weren’t having sex. She needed to get to the bottom of it.

The weird thing was, Y/N made Harry feel special too. And that scared him a little bit. It was difficult to get Harry to the point where he felt a deep connection with someone because he did fear a betrayal. Granted, he was the one helping her with a betrayal of someone else but... it felt so different. With the girls he slept with before, it was clear cut that it was only one night and it didn’t mean anything besides scratching an itch. He couldn’t say that about Y/N. He cared about her. Even more so finding out she had had a crush on him. It would hurt her more if he was a dick. She was sensitive emotionally and Harry was mindful of that. But he didn’t want to get attached when she already seemed attached to Timmy. He would have broken up with him by now if he was in her position. He wondered why it was taking so long. But either way— he wasn’t going to sleep with her fully until she was single. Just in case.

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[part 3]

A/N: the saga continues.... they really do get bold - n + d

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Batfam Alphabet: B - Bat Label

Summary: Unknowingly at nine years old, Dick started a tradition by labelling everything Bruce owns with the term bat at the beginning of it. Even now, years later, the family are still putting that labelling method to good use, even if it’s not used in the most serious of ways.

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“What’s that?”

The question comes out of nowhere and Tim blinks before registering that he should give an answer. He glances at Jason who is standing next to him on his right.

“It’s a radar. I decided to do a little bit of experimenting, it’s supposed to specifically recognise-”

Jason waves his hand through the air in a slashing motion. “I really don’t care,” he deadpans, “I only asked what it was, not for a detailed explanation of it.”

Tim glares at him, feeling both annoyed and offended by the comment. Instead of retorting Tim goes back to his device and scans the area they are investigating. The two of them are out on patrol and have been sent to this location after reports of a truck full of highly toxic chemicals had recently passed through. Tim and Jason are to investigate and see if they can find any clues on this mysterious truck, Tim also thought this would be a good opportunity to try out his new gadget he built.

“Does it have a name?” Jason asks out of the blue again.

Tim frowns, considering Jason declares he’s not interested in his device he sure does seem curious about it.

“Uh no… why?”

“You should call it the batdar.”

Tim gapes at him, completely bewildered by the comment. His brother is wearing that stupid helmet so Tim couldn’t even get a clue to his facial expression on whether he’s being serious about this or not.

“What?” He gets out in the end, having no idea on what Jason is thinking.

“Yeah y’know, how everything we have has been named bat-something. Batcave, batmobile, batcomputer, batarangs, bat-signal. That could be the batdar.”

Tim just stares at Jason, following the man’s movements as he walks around the alley inspecting it. After several beats Tim shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. That’s so stupid.”

Jason turns to him. “How so? Everything else works, so this could too. It just doesn’t sound right because it’s new.”

Tim runs a hand over his face in exasperation, not for the first time he worries about Jason’s mental wellbeing and maturity. “You do realise that everything else was named by Dick when he was nine. Bruce only started using those names because Dick kept insisting on it.”

“I know. I don’t see why we can’t keep the tradition going. I mean, in the community we’re known at the batfamily, so it really isn’t too farfetched.”

Tim shakes his head again and decides to drop the subject, it’s probably best to not indulge Jason with this line of thinking, it’ll only encourage him more and it’s already bad enough as it is.

Turns out Jason isn’t giving up the idea of naming Tim’s gadgets any time soon. As soon as they arrive back at the cave he brings it up again, this time dragging Steph and Dick into the conversation who eagerly respond to it.

“I think it’s great!” Steph claims grinning widely, she swivels around in the computer chair with a smiling Dick standing next to her.

Tim rolls his eyes at her. “Of course you would, it’s stupid.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She challenges him.

“You know exactly what I mean.” Tim retorts raising an eyebrow.

“I think we should label most things starting with ‘bat’. We have a reputation after all.” She says looking around, as if trying to find inspiration from around the cave.

“I mean there’s the batsuit.” Dick inputs from where he’s leaning against the computer desk.

“What about the batvault? Like where Bruce keeps all the hardcore stuff.”

“That could work.” Dick agrees easily. He reaches out and pokes at the chair Steph is sat in. “This could be the batchair.”

Steph hums. “Maybe, but wouldn’t the batchair be more suitable for Bruce’s chair at the Justice League HQ?”

“Good point.”

The two of them continue to throw words starting with bat at each other, each of them debating the suggestion before moving onto the next. After several minutes of this, Tim turns to Jason with an exasperated look on his face. “This is on you, look at what you have done.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” Jason smirks mischievously, his words counteracting his expression. The bastard knows exactly what he’s done.

“Hey, you know what,” Dick starts, getting their attention again, “when I was ten I tried calling Alfred Bruce’s batler.”

Dick receives a few surprised snorts for that statement.

“What was Alfred’s response to that?” Jason queries amusedly. Even Tim has to admit he’s curious to that one.

“All he did was raise an eyebrow at me and sent me that look. You know the one.”

They all snicker at the mental image of a tiny Dick Grayson being on the receiving send of one of Alfred disapproving looks.

“And here I was thinking we were the only ones still up at this time in the morning.”

A new voice interrupts their conversation and gets their attention. The four of them all look over to find Duke and Cass making their way across the cave towards them. The two groups at look at one another respectively, wondering the same thing, after all it is four in the morning and six of them were still up.

“Well we’re discussing the all-important matter of adding ‘bat’ to everything we own, because after all we do have a reputation to uphold.” Steph tells them.

Cass looks amused while Duke looks rightfully confused.

Tim holds up his hands. “I did not agree to this, Jason brought it up and here we are.”

“Ah ah ah,” Jason denies, “if you want to get technical, it’s originally Dick who brought it up, when he was nine. He started this whole ‘bat’ thing.”

Tim sends him a disbelieving look. “You brought it up tonight by calling my gadget the batdar. This is on you!”

His comment goes ignores as Jason addresses the rest of the group. “Did you know that Roy has nicknamed Bruce our bat-dad? I cracked up laughing when I first heard him say it so casually.”

Dick chuckles, nodding, “I do know that, yeah, I think he used it when we were in the Titan’s together a time or two.”

Steph spins on the chair to face Cass and Duke. “Have anything to add, any ideas to share?”

“Batcow.” Cass supplies simply.

Steph clicks her fingers, her face lighting up in recognition. “Oh yeah! How could we forget. Damian’s batcow and then there’s Titus and Ace as our bathounds.”

“I’ve got nothing,” Duke shakes his head seeming apologetic for not coming up with anything, “but all I know is that you’re all batshit crazy.”

A sudden silence envelops the room and everyone turns to stare at Duke. Duke himself is fighting a smile, clearly proud of his quip, but then loses the battle after Jason barks out a laugh, breaking the silence. Jason’s laugh is contagious and soon enough all of them have cracked up over Duke’s comment.

“Oh Duke, I knew there was a reason why I liked you, you dark horse.” Jason says breathlessly.

Duke shrugs sheepishly and seems to accept his words. Once they all calmed down, Tim decides he’s had enough and decides that he wants to go to bed, after all it is late, or early depending how you see it. Also he’s so done with the talk of bat named things.

Wishing everyone a goodnight Tim heads towards the stairs and in hindsight he really should have expected the next lot of comments giving that nights theme.

“Night Timmy, sleep tight-”

“- and don’t let the batbugs bite!”

As Tim groans another round of laughter starts up behind him. Why does he hang around these people again? What is the sole purpose of them? He swears that they lower his IQ bit by bit everyday and that’s saying something considering his best friends are Kon and Bart.

He loves them all really (Damian is very much debatable in that matter), but sometimes they really test him. He has to admit though life would be very different without them, he may complain about his family but he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

#batfam alphabet #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #dick grayson #Stephanie Brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #humour #this is just crack #bat label #batfamily #fanfiction

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justcourttee · 4 years

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I love your sibling Jasonette so much!! If you don't mind, could you do Marinette's first meeting with the rest of the Batfam? Also, this is probably a stupid question but are the rest of the sibling Jasonette stories connected?

Not a stupid question at all! I wrote them so that if you read all of them, there are parallels so that they could be connected, but if people didn’t want to read all of them, they could also stand on their own :)

I also NEVER mind writing more sibling Jasonette ;) Hope you enjoy! @moonlitjiminie

Family Game Night

“What if they don’t like me?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Is that even a real question that you’re asking me? I’m honestly offended right now that you would even think they had an option to not like you.”

He dramatically placed his hand over his heart as if her words had fatally wounded him earning a small giggle from the girl. Slinging his arm over her shoulder, she managed to breathe a small sigh of relief as they made their way up the long staircase.

Jason didn’t even bother knocking as he threw open the manor doors, effectively dragging her in with him.

“Master Jason, what a pleasure to see you attend family game night and with a guest in tow, how lovely.”

An older man stood in the foyer, his sly smile warming Marinette to the core instantly. Jason narrowed his eyes playfully at the man, a sly smile of his own tugging at his lips.

“Marinette, let me introduce you to the only sane person in this household. Mr. Alfred Pennyworth. He likes to pretend he’s just a humble butler, but we all know that he secretly runs the whole thing around here.”

Alfred bowed deeply to Marinette to which she could only curtsey in return.

“It’s a pleasure, sir. I am sorry for invading your family time. I was under the impression that my presence was a known factor tonight.” Her narrowed eyes shot to Jason who simply shrugged, his smirk as arrogant as ever.

“Nonsense, a friend of Master Jason is a friend to all. You are by far the most pleasant friend he has brought to this event.”

Marinette almost wanted to ask about the context of his remark, but something in her gut told her she really didn’t want to know.

“Please, follow me to the sitting room. The rest of the family has already arrived.”

They walked in a comfortable silence down the hall, Marinette nerves slightly frayed now knowing that nobody expected her appearance. Alfred pushed open two oak doors, revealing a brightly lit room filled with many laughing faces. When Jason said he had a lot of siblings, Marinette thought two or three. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Oh my god, Jason brought home a girl!”

Instantly all sounds in the room paused as many heads turned their attention to where Marinette stood in the doorway. Hesitantly, she raised her hand in greeting, a sheepish smile gracing her face.

“Everyone, this is Marinette, the legendary designer MDC, and my sister. She’s flown all the way from Paris to meet you losers for some reason so be nice.”

Marinette mumbled a quiet hello as a few smiles broke through the room welcoming her. Instantly, a blonde girl jumped up to drag her back to where she was previously sitting, ignoring Jason’s protests.

“You just have to play on my team tonight! Are you any good at Pictionary? I mean I’m not great, but I can say with utmost confidence that I can beat most of the people in this room.”

“That’s not true!” Marinette’s attention was split as one of the men started an argument with her as to who was the better pictionary-ist. She didn’t even notice when Jason had sat beside her, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“The rude blonde is Stephanie Brown. She’s Timmy boys girlfriend, who would be the dead zombie looking kid over there.”

Marinette’s gaze followed to where Jason pointed, a small giggle escaping at his accurate description. The poor boy looked like he hasn’t gotten a good night's sleep a single day in his life.

“The rude boy arguing with Stephanie would be Dick. He practically rivals your optimism except his happy go lucky actually disgusts me.”

The man paused from his argument, a horrified expression on his face.

“I like to think my optimism is a blessing.”

That earned a collective groan from the room to which he simply crossed his arms into a pout.

“Anyways, continuing, the redhead is Barbara Gordon-Grayson who unfortunately has trapped herself in the position of Dick’s wife. A tragedy really for such a beautiful woman, I mean she could’ve had me and instead she chose him? The world just isn’t right.”

Another protest came from Dick’s direction as he turned his pout into Barbara’s outstretched arms as her attempt to not laugh failed miserably.

“The one staring you down while trying to pretend he’s not interested at the same time would be your future husband Damian.”

Marinette felt her entire face flush red as she reached back slapping Jason in the stomach as hard as he could.

“Todd, I do not appreciate harassing this young woman. You are beneath her in status and beauty therefore you should not be allowed to get off with this insult to her self so easily.”

Damian stood from his spot, careful not to make eye contact with Marinette as he sped past her toward the room’s only exit. She wanted to call out and ask him to stay, but the pink on his cheeks caused her to pause. He probably was just as embarrassed as her and just needed some time to breathe.

“Jason, that was mean! Look at how flustered you made him!”

Jason simply laughed as he reached over to ruffle her hair.

“Trust me, he never gets ‘flustered’ that was all you.”

For the second time that night, Marinette felt her face flush.

“He’s right you know!” Her eyes turned back to the blonde from earlier who stared her down with a playful expression in her eyes. “Demon spawn definitely has a crush on you.”

The rest of the family took turns picking at her, taking jabs until she was sure there wasn’t one part of her that wasn’t bloodshot red.

“Alright, alright, give the girl some space. We want her to return eventually!”

Marinette smiled gratefully toward the dark-haired man.

“After all, I need to get to know my future daughter-in-law.”

She instantly regretted her friendly gesture as the room exploded once more, smiles and laughter filling the room. Why exactly had she let Jason talk her into this?

“Okay, okay, really though guys. It’s game night! Time to pick team captains.”

Stephanie’s devilish smile sent shivers through Marinette’s spine. It was purely chaotic, reminding her of another blonde that she had left behind.

“I vote Marinette and Jason, the ultimate sibling showdown!” Dick puffed out his chest as his voice mimicked what sounded suspiciously like a wrestling ref that her father loved to watch.

“I’m down, how about you princess?”

Marinette bit her lip as her eyes glanced around the room at their waiting faces. Her eyes caught sight of one brooding face that she couldn’t seem to pass by. He also seemed to be waiting, his eyes nervously glancing from her position to the door as if he might bolt at any moment.

“It’s game on Todd.”

They shook their hands defiantly, both wearing dangerous smirks. Maybe she could salvage her pride tonight; not just hers’ but Damian’s as well. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Ladies first.”

Marinette and Jason stood on opposite sides of the room, both watching each other with an intense look that came from their competitive natures. She scanned the eager faces of his family thoughtfully. She had no idea what any of them were good at, but she wanted to maintain appearance for the psych of it.

“Damian.”

Everybody broke out into smirks as they shared knowing looks. She didn’t bother to pay them any mind as the pink-cheeked boy rose to stand with her.

“Wrong move princess, demon spawn hates game night more than he likes to win. My first choice? Stephanie.”

The girl pumped her fist in the air as she joined Jason on his side. Marinette leaned toward where Damian stood, hiding half her face behind her hand.

“Time to strategize, who is my best bet?”

Damian stared at her with a bewildered expression.

“C’mon beau garçon, I need your help if we’re gonna kick Jason’s ass.”

He nodded slowly as if that were a perfectly reasonable excuse to kick into gear.

“Grayson is the leading contender if you wish to win tonight.”

Marinette nodded as she motioned for Dick to join them as well. Jason raised an eyebrow at her as he called over Tim, challenging her to pick from the remaining two.

“Okay Damian, Barbara or Bruce.”

He didn't bother responding as he pointed at his father, leaving the redhead to Jason’s team.

It was five hours of intense games, Alfred keeping score as an unaffiliated third party,( after all, they had all agreed that he was the fairest way to keep the games moving.) They all sat in anticipation while he tallied the scores. She couldn’t seem to calm her nerves as she stared at Jason’s cocky smirk.

Marinette felt a warmth brush by her kneecap. Instantly her head snapped to where a hand rested before her gaze reached back up to his face, a light red dusting across her cheeks. Immediately his hand retracted.

“I’m sorry if that was inappropriate, your knee was just bouncing anxiously from the corner of my eye and it was a slight bother.”

Marinette muttered out a small sorry before they both broke their gaze, the blush evident on both of their cheeks.

“And with a final score of 5-4, the winning team is… Miss Marinette!”

Her whole team jumped from the couch in excitement. Without thinking, she threw her arms around Damian’s neck. Realization crossed her face as she quickly retracted her hug, her entire face as red as could be. God, she hadn’t been this much of a blushing mess since she was thirteen.

They all chatted idly for a few minutes before Jason finally intercepted, insisting he had to get her back to her apartment before it got too late. The whole family waved her goodbye, minus one red-faced teen who instead handed her a small piece of paper as discreetly as he could, ignoring the taunts from his family behind his back.

As they drove back to her apartment, Marinette couldn’t hold her excitement anymore.

“I don’t know why you were warning me so much, I think I’m in love with your family Jason.”

His familiar smirk sat on his face as he turned into the apartment’s lot.

“I told you they were going to love you, and what do you know? I didn’t even have to give Damian your number, you two worked it out on your own. I truly believe they are planning out your wedding right now.”

Marinette shook her head as she reached over the console to hug Jason tightly before stepping out of the car. She wanted to deny accusations of what happened tonight, but she knew it would just fuel his picking.

Besides, even she couldn’t deny that she was excited for the next family game night and if she saw a certain Wayne there, well, that really wouldn’t be so bad.

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The Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 6

Gothic Mirror stood on the second floor, above the stage watching the Punk Rockers, and other members of the Gothic Lights prepare for tonight's event. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Gothic Mirror didn't like being touched, especially by those he felt were inferior. He slowly turned to the man touching his shoulder, and gave him a stare that showed he greatly disapproved of the man's actions.

The man tapping his shoulder was one of the Punk Rockers. Gothic Mirror noticed that the name on his jacket said Spin Doctor. When Gothic Mirror began staring at him. The man immediately put his hands up to try and show, he was not there to cause him any trouble.

"Hey... uh Gothic Mirror was it? I'm not here to start any trouble... I.. I'm just here to ask a couple of questions."

Gothic Mirror just stared at Spin Doctor in silence. Spin Doctor looked away, and began scratching his head. It was at this point Gothic Mirror realized he needed to say something, or the complete moron was just going to keep standing there, and not say anything. So Gothic Mirror broke his silence. "What? What do you feel you need to ask me?"

"Oh... uh... thanks." Spin Doctor smiled. He was happy he finally got permission to speak. "So The Disciples aren't going to be playing there music until midnight tonight. What are your plans until then?"

Gothic Mirror seemed confused by the question. "What do you mean?"

Spin Doctor began to elaborate. "Well, you don't have any food, also I imagine there probably not going to be any music until the band plays. So I was wondering what you had planned."

Gothic Mirror stood there puzzled for a moment. "Well I rarely plan events like this."

Spin Doctor scratched his head again. "Wait. You're a leader of a new religion, and you don't plan events for your followers."

Gothic Mirror began to get offended. "I'm a very busy man, and I depend on others to get the message out!"

Spin Doctor backed away. "Dude! I'm trying to help you out here. Look, before I joined the Punk Rockers, I was a dj. Let me get the boys to go out and get some food, and I'll go back to our hide out, and get my music."

Suddenly Gothic Mirror noticed Mr. Tucker and some teenagers enter the room below. Gothic Mirror then turned back to Spin Doctor. "Okay. Do what you think is best. I have business to tend to."

"Cool." Spin Doctor smiled. "What kind of music you want. Rock, heavy metal, alternative. I also got some rap and hip hop."

Gothic Mirror reached out with both hands, and grabbed Spin Doctor by his jacket. "Heavy metal and alternative is fine, but heaven help you if you play any rap or hip hop in this building! If you do, I will have you pissing your pants, and hiding under your bed for the rest of your life!"

Spin Doctor was shaking. He swallowed hard. "O..okay, well, I will not grab those cds then."

Gothic Mirror let him go. "Good. Now begone with you." Gothic Mirror began walking towards the stairs, so he could greet Mr. Tucker.

"Oh yeah! One more thing." Spin Doctor had called out to Gothic Mirror.

Gothic Mirror was getting agitated. He turned to Spin Doctor and yelled. "What!?!"

At that moment Gothic Mirror could hear Mr. Tucker telling his guest. "Don't be afraid. Our leader is actually a very kind man."

Gothic Mirror felt a rush of embarrassment come over him. Normally he could keep his cool, but the stress of the event, and the inoance of being bothered, got the best of him.

Spin Doctor took a deep breath, and very quickly said, " I just wanted you to know that Rolo was preparing The Disciples dressing room. So that when they got here, they would be comfortable."

Gothic Mirror was trying to calm down. "Excellent. Tell Rolo thank you for putting me in contact with them." Gothic Mirror then turned, and made his way down the stairs.

Once Gothic Mirror got down stairs, he began making his way to Mr.Tucker and his students. Once Mr. Tucker spotted him. Mr. Tucker began walking towards him to greet him. "Master it is so great to see you. It's been quite sometime since last we saw each other.

Gothic Mirror rolled his eyes, they had actually saw each other that morning, during the break at the government lab. In fact the break in had caused Tucker to be late for work.

Gothic Mirror gave a faint laugh. He was pretending to be happy to see Tucker, but truth be told, he could care less about him, or anyone else for that matter. People were just tools to him, and the moment they lost their usefulness, he throw them out, or dispose of them.

Gothic Mirror looked over at the students. "I see you brought some fine re...cruits." Gothic Mirror trailed off for a second, because one of the students took him by surprise.

Gothic Mirror stared at Franklin. He was a little confused by why someone like him would be here. "An African American?"

Franklin's eyes widen. It was at this point he noticed Gothic Mirror staring a hole through him, and all he could think was. Oh shit! This guy is racist. After a few seconds of awkward silence. Franklin decided to say something. "Um... you can just say black."

Gothic Mirror gave an awkward laugh, he realized he was freaking the boy out. He also didn't want the boy to think he was racist. Truth be told Gothic Mirror wasn't racist at all, because he hated everyone equally.

Gothic Mirror smiled at Franklin. "I do want to say, and I mean no disrespect, and I want you to know all is welcome here. I was just taken off guard, because..." Gothic Mirror paused trying to think of a polite way to say what he wanted to say.

Franklin finally intervened. "I think you're trying to say, you never met a black person interested in the a cult.

"Exactly!" Gothic Mirror smiled.

"It's cool man." Franklin said with a smile. "You see, my boy Matt and I have been friends since kindergarten, and when he started getting into it. I sort of got into it too. I actually hear that shit all the time, my parents hate that I'm into it. They were hoping I would get into basketball, or football instead. So I'm use to people being shocked, that this is what I'm into."

Gothic Mirror turned to Matt. "Ah so you're the one who has brought this group together. You must be a very wise young man."

Suddenly Gothic Mirror heard one of the young ladies clear her throat. "Actually I'm the one who brought us together."

Gothic Mirror stared at the young woman, and under his breath muttered. "Of course it was a woman who brought them together." Gothic Mirror hated young people. Even though he himself was only twenty nine. He felt that he was more wise and mature than people three times his age. Most young people were rude and felt intitled. Which was the biggest reason why he didn't want to deal with them, but he needed them to spread his message.

He also currently wasn't very fond of woman and girls. This was for an entirely different reason, which he didn't want to think about it at this moment.

Gothic Mirror turned to the young woman who spoke. "And you are?"

"Samantha!" The girl extended her hand.

Gothic Mirror stared at her hand for a second before reaching out and gently grabbing the tips of her fingers, giving it one shake and letting it go."

Samantha looked at her hand to make sure nothing nasty was on. Normally guys couldn't wait to touch her hand, or some part of her body, but for some reason, this guy seemed to want nothing to do with her. For a second she thought. Maybe this guy is gay.

Mr. Tucker approached Gothic Mirror and put his arm around him. Gothic Mirror stared coldly at Mr.Tucker as to tell him, that he did not want him to touch him. Mr. Tucker seem to ignore the que, and began whispering in his ear. While pointing at the tallest member of the group. Which happen to be Tim.

"Look at this young man over here. He be perfect for... Mr. Tucker paused. Then nodded towards Tim. "The plan."

Gothic Mirror smiled. "Ahh, yes this lad would be perfect."

This got both Tim and Katey's attention. Mr. Tucker turned to them and said, "Tim tell our wonderful leader about your time playing football."

Tim was taken a back by the inquiry, and didn't understand why his time in football mattered. "Well, I was middle line backer last year, and I did it, was because my parents forced me. I actually hate football."

Gothic Mirror removed Mr. Tucker's arm from around his shoulder, and stepped towards Tim. "Yes. I agree. Football is a barbaric sport, but seeing that you are a powerful young man. We could definitely use someone like you."

Katey was beginning feel uncomfortable, while Samantha fully confirmed to herself, that, yup the man was gay. Katey didn't like how these older men were talking about, and looking at her Timmy. In fact Mr. Tucker just freaked her out in general, and his so called Master, seemed like a scum bag. Katey just couldn't stay silent for any longer. "Hey! Aren't you guys suppose to be showing us a Demon!?!"

Gothic Mirror and Mr. Tucker looked at each other and laughed. Gothic Mirror then turned back to Katey. "The Demon is not set to appear until after the concert."

Katey folded her arms. "You know. I'm starting to think you guys are full of shit!"

Gothic Mirror smiled, then began walking towards Katey. Katey's friends began urging her to calm down. Tim even said, "Babe, be quite. You are going to fuck things up." But before anyone else could say anything. Gothic Mirror was in front of Katey.

Gothic Mirror smiled, and placed a finger on Katey's temple. She tried to back away, but for some reason she couldn't move. It was like her body completely froze.

Gothic Mirror leaned in close to Katey and whispered. "You want to see a Demon. I'm going to show you a Demon.

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 5

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

A/N: New chapter on Leap Day! As we get further in the story, Curtis and Jo will be spending more time together, so their POVs will start to blend together when they are sharing the same experiences (wink wink).

Taglist: Open until further notice!

Series Masterlist

Chapter Five - Passing Tests

“Sorry, sorry, we thank you for your contributions!”

Edgar’s voice clamored below as he collected barrels from various residents of the Tail Section. Curtis recorded the numbers down on his flimsy clipboard as men carried the barrels past him. Close by, Painter was drawing a quick sketch.

The long tube was coming along nicely, now stretching almost two-thirds of the section. At this rate, we won’t be able to hide it long,Curtis mused. It’s a nice problem to have, but a problem nonetheless.

Then, his stomach growled. It should be time for a head check soon. Looking down the narrow corridor, Curtis found himself thinking about you. He was still half worried every day that you would go back to the front of the train. To expose their plans for the revolt of course, not for any other reason. So every head check, Curtis would climb onto a random ladder nearby and look for you. For the past three days, you had been regularly appearing, and every day Curtis would avoid your eyes when he received his protein block.

“Guys, head check soon. Let’s hide the tube and get ready.” Curtis jumped off of his spot on the ladder and helped move the barrel to the back.

On the other side of the gate, you took a deep breath as you prepared to enter the Tail Section. The horrible smell was easy to get used to when you lived in the Tail, but extraordinarily strong when you only breathe it half an hour a day. The buzz sounded and you walked in with the cart.

Curtis was relieved to see you returning, same as last time. He moved his thought to other things, staring at the other two guards counting heads as row upon row of Tail Sectioners sat down.

Gilliam sat next to Curtis, “Planning something, are you?”

“They don’t have bullets.“

“Why do you say that?“

“Remember what Mason said? Put down that useless gun.“ Curtis had been thinking this over, after the fog of learning your identity lifted. The guns must be literally useless. They must have used up the bullets in the revolt four years ago. Bullets were extinct.

Up ahead, the two guards were paying more attention than usual to their numbers. That can’t be good.

The two guards started to push through the seated crowd and make their way down the section. Up at the front, you also noticed the kerfuffle. You stopped handing out the bars and caught up to them, shooting a look at Curtis and Gilliam as you walked past. Curtis didn’t dare make too big a gesture, but the look on his face told you everything.

By the speed at which they are building, the barrel tube couldn’t be too far off, you thought.

“What’s wrong?” you managed to say in a low voice. Only four people knew about your surveyor role in here. Can’t risk blowing this just yet.

“We are missing two. Just wanted to see if there was anyone back there.” The nose-breaker said.

“Everyone keeps regular company here, right? Just ask them who’s missing.” Take the hint, Curtis.

Behind you, Curtis counted the faces he knew, and quickly realized who was missing. Painter. And Andrew. Fuck. He stood up and took a ginger step towards you and the guards.

“Hey, sit down!” The nose-breaker pointed his rifle at Curtis. Your hand shot up to stop him.

With his hands raised, Curtis spoke,“It’s Andrew and Painter. You know Painter, he likes to draw. And, and Andrew’s still recovering from the Icing.“ He had never said so many words to the guards before in his life.

The nose-breaker looked offended, “I don’t KNOW anyone here.”

All eyes looked to you.

“Alright, no need to escalate this. Let me go back there to check, you two just finish handing out protein bars. I’ll catch up with you later.”

The guards didn’t argue. But before you parted ways, the nose-breaker decided to give you his rifle as a precaution.

You picked your way past the rest of the Tail Sectioners, careful not to come too close to someone you knew. Before you so much as clear the crowd, the barrel tub came into view. You almost stubbed your toe against it.

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath. This was a close call.

“Hey.“

You turned to see Curtis catching up with you.

“Thanks for that. You didn’t have to...”

“Oh I had to, or they would be confiscating this right about now.”

“I was talking about the Kronole. I got them using your protein blocks.”

“Oh. Good.”

You squatted down to take a better look at the barrel tube. To your surprise, it looked pretty sturdy. This should be able to stop the doors for a good long while.

As he watched you, the recurring question returned to Curtis. Could he trust you?

“When did you decide?”

You didn’t turn around, “Decide what?”

“You saved up eleven blocks of protein within two weeks. It must have been a pretty early decision to help--”

“Oh I just never learned to stomach them. So no losses there.” Let’s not go pulling at that thread. You continued to bang and tap lightly on the barrel, to keep yourself busy. “If you wanna thank me, let me be part of the revolt again.”

“We can’t let you back in until we know for sure you are completely honest with us. So when did you decide?”

“Wasn’t the letters honesty enough?”

“C’mon, it’s a simple question. When?”

It looked like he was not letting this go. All right, two could play at this honesty game. You straightened up and looked at Curtis square in the eyes.

“You want honest, do you?”

Curtis crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Let’s have at it.”

“OK. Here’s honest. I decided to help the minute I set foot in here. I wanted to find ways to make this place less of a hellhole. Nobody should have to live like this.

I was only supposed to be here for two days, but I felt sorry for you for having to live here. And I felt sorry for Gilliam for having to keep this place together for so long. And I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Edgar, I cared about Tanya, I cared about Timmy--

Oh and Timmy! I was sad that Timmy got taken away from his mother, but part of me was glad because wherever he’s going, it’s gonna be a hell lot better than this--”

Curtis blinked at you, surprised at your sudden outburst, yet at the same time captivated by the passion in your eyes.

You went on, “Hell the only reason I came back here is because I give a crap, so stop being so thick-headed and accept my help!”

You stood there, your chest rising and falling after that hushed tirade, your eyes still locked with the sea blue eyes in front of you.

“There. Honest enough for you?”

Curtis nodded. His heart beating faster for the same inexplicable reason that he kept thinking about you after you came into his world, the same inexplicable reason that he didn’t mind seeing more and more of you, even during Gilliam’s meetings, the same inexplicable reason that he let you leave instead of exposing you after you came clean. He still didn’t understand it but it’s here again now.

“Good.” You made to get back, but Curtis grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

“Wh--” before you could react, his other arm found your waist, pushed you up against him, and his lips crashed into yours. They were warm, and softer than you expected. Yours, on the other hand, were caught half open.

Your eyes went wide. Your free hand instinctively flew up, but before you could push Curtis away, his left hand trailed past your shoulder and found its way to the back of your neck, softly cupping your head just below your clunky helmet.

You closed your eyes, beginning to enjoy the feeling of being held so close to Curtis that the two of you were virtually melting into each other. Your right hand held onto his arm, and your left arm hooked itself around his neck. A whimper escaped you as Curtis dragged his lips across yours, his beard tickling you.

It might have been an eternity before the two of you broke off the kiss. Forehead resting against forehead, both gulped for air as you steadied yourselves.

“Was that my reward for being honest?” You teased.

Curtis let out an ambiguous low hum. You were still intimately close to him, and his body was reacting to it in more than one way.

You unhooked your arm from his neck, took hold of his hands resting on your waist, and stepped back to allow some space between the two of you.

“Was that not...” good? Curtis left the word unsaid, his arms reaching for you.

Sometimes you forgot that Curtis has lived on the train for 17 years and had very little experience in romantic relationships.

“No, no, no, no, I just thought...” You gave his hands a squeeze, “in case someone sees.”

Curtis chuckled, relieved. It was probably the first time you saw him smile. And for a blissful moment, both of you stood there, basked in the glow of this undefined intimacy, all cares to the wind. Until--

“Curtis?”

Tanya stood a few feet from you and Curtis, her face unreadable.

And just like that, all the complication came rushing back. Curtis could practically feel himself stiffen. His hands fell, or you withdrew yours, he couldn’t be too sure, but the connection was gone.

And you remembered what you were supposed to do here.

“I should be going.” You snuck past Tanya, avoiding her eyes.

Curtis’s eyes followed you as you walked into the shuffling crowd and vanished.

“Is she back in? Can we trust her?“

Curtis didn’t really have the answers to Tanya’s question.

---

Curtis couldn’t get the kiss out of his head, as much as he tried. The rest of the day was spent building the barrel tube, which was sticking out past the bunks into the large clearing at the head of the section by the time Curtis called it a night.

He turned onto his back, staring at the bunk above, different feelings mixing into a confusing pile of unease in his stomach.

“Edgar, how far back can you remember?“

“I don’t know, like what?”

“Your mother. Can you remember her?“

“I remember a face, every once in a while, but it’s not clear...”

Curtis slowly drifted to uneasy sleep, dreaming of you in his arms, his name on your lips.

“Curtis... Curtis... Curtis...”

But then, your face transformed into that of Edgar’s mother, with a voice that sounded exactly like Edgar.

“Curtis! Curtis!”

Terrified, he let out a cry and woke up to Edgar shaking him.

“Curtis! Thank god you’re up. It’s Jo, she’s...”

Curtis sprang off his bunk. No sooner had he landed on his feet than a wave of people rushing to the front knocked him unsteady.

“What’s everybody doing?”

“Head check, now,” you came pushing past the crowd, back in Curtis’s shirt and the old coat. “Gotta hide the barrel.”

Whatever dream Curtis had was cast aside. The next minute seemed like a century as he and the rest of the Tail-sectioners scrambled to hide their contraption as well as they could--which, given the sheer length of the barrel tube, was just five rows from the front of the head check line.

When the buzz sounded, they were only half way done, the steel still quite visible through the legs.

“Guys, c’mon, make a hole and let the people through!“ You joined the line next to Edgar in your old spot as Curtis ushered the last few people to their place. It was oddly comforting.

“When we sit down, they’re still gonna see it...” Edgar was quick to realize the fault in the (lack of) plan.

“We gotta go now.” You whispered.

“Now?” Gilliam said in his hoarse voice, making you jump slightly.

“How do we know if you’re not tricking us?“ Tanya was still skeptical. Of course.

“She’s right.” Curtis took his place next to you. He took a deep breath, “It’s now or never.”

They watched with dread as the multiple locks on the steel gate undid themselves, and the guards appeared, still wheeling the cart of protein blocks. Curtis shot a look at Edgar.

The latter yelled, “We’re sick and tired of this protein block bullshit!”

Tanya caught on, “Yeah, we want chicken!”

And just like that, the crowd started to boil.

The guards were quick to draw the rifles that may or may not have bullets in them.

Curtis turned to you, “Jo, the rifles, you held one yesterday. Do they have bullets?”

What is this, another test? Your throat suddenly felt dry. Whatever Curtis was thinking, with Tanya watching, this just became one.

“I--When I held it yesterday it felt light. I don’t know if they have bullets today...” Then you realized why he was asking, “Curtis, wait...“

“Here’s hoping.” He gave you a quick peck on the forehead, and set off.

You hurried after him, but him being six-foot tall, he got to the nose-breaker in virtually a heartbeat. Curtis grabbed the rifle, put his forehead against the nuzzle, and wrapped his hand around the trigger.

It felt as if the world held its breath. Your arm was extended out towards Curtis. A few yards back, Edgar tip-toed past the crowd, anxious to find out if Curtis will survive the next split second. Tanya was caught in the throes of struggle with another guard, but her eyes looked towards Curtis--

Click.

“They’ve got no bullets!”

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wellthatjusthappend · 4 years

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Hi! If you're still taking prompts, please could you write a Ra'sJay, with Ra's courting an oblivious Jason. Jason thinks Ra's is threatening him or sending him some kind of warning. Everyone around him is constantly face-palming because how can someone be so oblivious?

Yeah sure!

This turned out a little angsty, but Ra’s is a creep so what else is new?

****

“You’re not Tim,” Jason frowned when he opened the door to see Dick standing on his doorstep holding the piece of equipment he’d asked Tim for earlier that day.

“He was pretty busy, so I volunteered,” Dick said scratching the back of his head and smiling ruefully.

“Whatever, just bring it in,” Jason gestured him inside.

Dick hauled the box inside and immediately began chattering about whatever fight Tim and the Demon Brat had gotten into lately as he unpacked it on Jason’s living room floor. He was obviously a little uncomfortable, but seemed determined to act like everything was normal.

Jason squinted at him suspiciously. Were they really going to pretend the last two times they’d seen each other they hadn’t ended up making out like teenagers?

“So, what’d you need this for?” Dick finally asked as he finished setting up the scanner.

Jason debated telling him to fuck off, but he had brought him the equipment.

“Special delivery,” Jason shrugged, gesturing toward the package on his windowsill, “Looks like something from the League, but Talia usually calls if she’s sending something to me. Seeing as Ra’s threw a fit when Talia dumped me in the pit… I figured better safe than sorry.”

“You think it might be something dangerous?” Dick said, instantly becoming serious.

“I already scanned it for explosives and listening devices,” Jason said, “but Tim reckoned it was a good idea to go over it with some of his tech before I started handling it.”

“Probably a good idea,” Dick agreed.

Being careful not to disturb the box, Dick x-rayed the package, checking for more detailed contaminates, while Jason went over it with a magic sniffer Jason Blood had gifted Bruce years back.

“It’s a knife,” Dick said after a moment.

“Nothing too fucked up about it, other then having been in a Lazarus Pit at some point in history,” Jason agreed, setting down the device and kneeling to open up the box. Dick hovered next to him tensely, but Jason ignored him in favor of pulling out a velvet-lined case for the most ornate dagger Jason had ever seen.

“Looks ceremonial,” mused Jason unsheathing the thing gingerly, “Jesus, this thing has got to be old as fuck.”

Dick made a weird strangled sound next to him.

“That’s a courting dagger,” Dick said in shock, “Talia gave Bruce one, ages ago.”

“Huh,” Jason hummed, tilting the mirror like blade in the light, “Kinda romantic. Better than ring or flowers, I’ll give you that.”

“Jason-” Dick began sharply.

“Relax,” Jason rolled his eyes, “It's probably Ra's being a dramatic asshole and warning me off Talia or something.”

“But what if it’s exactly what it looks like?” Dick looked far from convinced.

“What? As a courting gift?” Jason snorted.

“Yeah,” Dick said seriously.

Jason laughed outright at that. How utterly absurd could Dick get?

“Oh, please,” Jason snickered, “Ra’s doesn’t even like me, remember? Besides, isn’t it Timmy who he has the hard on for?”

“Maybe…” Dick frowned, “But still, I remember Bruce talking about how serious that kind of gesture was in the league… Those daggers are precious; they’re not something you just hand out.”

“Yeah, that is weird…” Jason shook his head as he looked at the jewel encrusted hilt. He’d bet his savings that this thing was worth a fortune, “I’ll call Talia and see if she knows anything.”

“I don’t like this,” Dick grumbled.

“Noted,” Jason rolled his eyes as he gathered up the tools he’d borrowed and packed them back the box. Except the magic detectors. He was hoping Dick was distracted enough that he wouldn’t notice Jason had stuffed those under the couch. Those things were fucking useful.

“I think you should come stay at the Manor until we know what Ra’s is planning,” Dick said stubbornly.

“Ha, that sounds like a bloodbath waiting to happen,” Jason snorted.

“At least come stay with me,” Dick pleaded.

That sounded dangerous for a whole host of other reasons.

“Goodbye Dickie,” Jason said pushing the box into his hands and trying to push him out the door.

“Jason, I’m serious,” Dick planted his feet and glowered at him.

He was too pretty to do that very well, Jason mused.

“So am I,” Jason rolled his eyes, “Seriously, it’s fine. If I was worried about it I would have chucked it in the trash.”

“If something happens-” Dick insisted.

“I know how to call for backup,” Jason said dryly. Not that he probably would.

Dick looked like he sincerely wanted to say something else, but finally he shook his head and backed off, “Just… call if you get more info.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason waved him out and locked the door.

Dick was so paranoid sometimes. And what the fuck was with him and suddenly deciding that everyone and their dog wanted Jason’s ass all of a sudden? Jason knew he was hardly hideous, but pretty much every other member of the Bat’s were miles more attractive than he was. It was just a fact.

Jason plopped down on the couch to call Talia, when he noticed that the velvet bottom of the box the dagger had comin wasn’t laying completely flat. Curious, Jason lifted the padding to find a note hidden at the bottom.

It was in the League’s special dialect of Arabic, but Jason had plenty of practice with that.

Hello My Vicious One,

You may remember that although my daughter saw fit to cut corners and restore your mind with the Pit waters, it was I who took you in. I restored your body from the feeble husk it had become. I rid you of the last vestiges of death and taught your soul how to fight once more. Somehow, you walked away from death by your own power, and for that alone you earned my special attention. My daughter may have led you astray and set you on a foolish path for revenge for her own petty purposes, but you have risen above them, without the Bat, and claimed a small part of the underworld as your own.

I have a proposition for you that I think you shall find intriguing. Come to the base where I first raised you from darkness’, and show the guards the dagger I sent you and they will grant you access to my quarters. There we may speak freely.

The Demon Head

What the fuck?

Jason had no idea what to make of that. Talia had told him that Ra’s had thought him unworthy because of his lowly origins. Could she have been lying?

As soon as he thought it, Jason snorted. Talia lied all the time, that wasn’t the issue. The question was if Jason wanted to risk going to meet Ra’s. Talia’s contacts wouldn’t hold a candle to the types of resources Ra’s could give him. But of course, Ra’s was also less trustworthy.

Still, offending him was probably an even worse idea.

Dick would throw a fit if he knew Jason was planning to go on his own, but he’d never been good at seeing the bigger picture. A gesture of good faith, that he wouldn’t insult Ra’s by bringing backup to an invitation that was clearly meant for him alone. That being said, Jason wasn’t going to be stupid about it. He’d go as prepared as he could get.

Ra’s said it was the base where he’d been ‘raised from darkness’ so perhaps the place where he’d regained consciousness after wandering blindly through Gotham’s streets? His memories before he’d been pushed into the pit were a confusing mess of images and sensations that made his head ache to try and parse through.

Mostly he remembered the feel of a sword in his hand and the ache in his arms as he was trained, the cool salty smell of the air, the slide of silk cloth against his skin, staring endlessly at the intricate rafters of a ceiling, the low rumble of Ra’s voice, a window where he sometimes kept watch-

Oh. Oh, he knew where he was supposed to go.

Stepping foot on Infinity Island was a bit like stepping into a dream that someone else had. Everything familiar and foreign at the same time, but Jason refused to let that sway him: if he was meeting with the Demon Head, there could be no trace of uncertainty in him.

It took longer than expected for Jason to be confronted by assassins. They came at him so quickly he didn’t even have a chance to show them the dagger, instead he focused on taking them down as quickly and thoroughly as possible.

The next set were rightfully more wary.

“Look, your boss invited me here, any chance we could skip this part?” Jason asked holding up the dagger.

There was a ripple of shock through the group and Jason was suddenly being sized up in a completely different manner.

They conferred quickly amongst themselves, and Jason caught the term ‘al sirr’ being thrown around multiple times. He wasn’t familiar with that one.

“We will take you to him,” the leader of the group finally told him with a slight bow.

Interesting.

Jason was led back through the maze of buildings and vegetation that he somewhat recognized.

“We are allowed no further,” the assassin said finally, gesturing for Jason to continue on his own, “Our Master is waiting for you.”

Jason inclined his head and continued on his own. These halls were much more familiar and so was the stillness that made the hair on his neck stand on end. He caught himself switching into the silent lope that Talia had taught him just to avoid the sound of his own footsteps.

God Ra’s was such a creepy fuck.

The door at the end of the hallway could be no one but Ra’s. It was too gaudy to be anyone else's. Jason didn’t bother knocking, just stepped inside.

“Well hello, Jason,” Ra’s greeted him from where he was reclined on an enormous bed, “You’re here sooner than I expected.”

Jason felt distinctly uncomfortable. He supposed Ra’s did say that he coming to his personal quarters so they wouldn’t be overheard. Still… he didn’t expect to come to his bedroom.

“You need a new head of security,” Jason said bluntly instead, “I got way too close to the base without being braced.”

“Indeed. Perhaps you could take over that role?” Ra’s mused.

“What?” Jason frowned.

“A passing fancy,” Ra’s waved his confusion away, “you and I are not at that point yet.”

Jason bit back telling him they’d never be ‘at that point’.

“So are you going to explain what this was about?” Jason asked holding up the dagger Ra’s had given him.

“Oh, just a gesture,” Ra’s said, which Jason didn’t believe for a second. Not with the way he assassin's had reacted. Not with whatever unnamable thing was in Ra’s eyes as they swept over him.

It’s a courting dagger , he could hear Dick telling him. Jason shook it off. There was no way.

“What do you remember about your time here?” Ra’s said rising from the bed and beckoning Jason over.

“Bits and pieces, why?” Jason said suspiciously.

Jason did not like the smile Ra’s gave him.

“Pity… I do wish my daughter had seen fit to leave you in my care. It was not her place to take you for her own,” there was a dark look on Ra’s face, but it was gone just as quickly, “Ah, but it did speed things up. You have become truly magnificent.”

A possessive hand traced over Jason’s side.

Creepy.

“Cut to the chase, Ra’s,” Jason snapped.

This look Ra’s was giving him was also familiar for reason’s Jason didn’t understand. All he knew was that it made him feel small and a bit like he was shutting down. Jason ignored that feeling and tilted his chin up defiantly.

Ra’s looked pleased by the reaction.

“Mmm, very well then,” Ra’s said, “I’ll be frank then, I want access to study your blood. You know what immortality means to me, and you also know how significant it is that you came back without the use of a pit.”

“What, you didn’t get your fill when you had me here?” Jason frowned.

Ra’s had a private smile for that.

“We thought your mind was lost at the time,” Ra’s said, “I had not interest in something that would leave me an empty doll.”

“And now you know it won’t. Great,” huffed Jason, “And what do I get out of this?”

“Free access to the League’s databank and, should you need it, a small elite force of assassins that will do your bidding,” Ra’s listed off.

This deal was a little too good to be true. It made Jason instantly suspicious.

“What’s the catch?” Jason demanded, “Don’t pretend you couldn’t just get samples of my blood easily without all of this.”

Ra’s eyes lingered on the dagger for a moment like he was enjoying a private joke at Jason’s expense.

“I could have, but that would have made it apparent that there might be something interesting in your blood and I am hardly the only one in the world after immortality. I don’t tolerate competitors,” Ra’s was back in Jason’s personal space again, “I’d like you to come personally if I require blood. It’s much nicer that way, is it not?”

Jason didn’t like this, but he did want access to that databases.

“I can call it off any time I want,” Jason finally said.

“Of course.” Ra’s inclined his head.

Jason still felt wary, but he couldn’t think of a reason to say no.

“Alright, deal,” he agreed.

One vial of blood probably wouldn’t do too much harm, and like he’d pointed out before, it’s not like Ra’s couldn’t get it on his own anyway. At least this way Jason got something out of it.

“Sit here,” Ra’s gestured to the bed while he prepared a syringe.

Jason sat cautiously and watching exactly what he was doing just incase he decided to dose him or something instead.

“Remove your jacket and armor,” Ra’s ordered. Jason tipped his head back to say something snarky when he caught sight of something over Ra’s shoulder.

“Is everything alright?” Ra’s asked, watching Jason’s face carefully, “Did you, by chance, remember something?”

“No,” Jason said firmly, carefully calming himself, “It’s nothing. And I’ll just roll up my sleeve, I don’t need to take anything off.”

“...Very well,” Ra’s agreed.

Jason focused all his attention of the blood drawing rather than dwell on the fact that he had so many memories of staring at Ra’s al Ghul’s bedroom ceiling.

Jason knocked over a lamp when he hurriedly climbed through Dick’s bedroom window.

“Jay?” Dick said in surprise, lowering his escrima sticks from where he had been crouched in a pair of sleep pants.

“I…” Jason shook his head, trying to shake away the skin crawling memory of Ra’s eyes looking him over, “You said I could stay here for a while?”

“Of course…” Dick frowned, looking him over more closely, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Jason said curtly, shrugging off his jacket and shoes, “Just tired.”

“Ok…” Dick eyed him warily, “Let me just pull some extra blankets out for the couch-”

“Can I stay here?” Jason interrupted, “with you?”

He didn’t know why he said it, and Dick looked even more alarmed by the request.

“Never mind-” Jason started to backtrack, hand scrubbing through his hair.

“No,” Dick said a little too quickly, “It’s fine, I was just… surprised.”

“Right,” Jason said looking at the ground as he settled on the edge of the bed.

“Did… something happen?” Dick asked.

Jason thought of the possessive hand skimming down his side as Ra’s told him he was a valuable asset. He was probably just imagining things though. Telling Dick would just make him even more paranoid than he already was.

“No,” Jason decided, “Nothing happened. I’m good.”

He didn’t care if Dick didn’t believe him.

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angelicfluffs · 4 years

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𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 : 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

↳ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 1512 (without lyrics)

↳ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you don’t wanna be greedy but can’t imagine Timothee with anyone else but yourself and confessing your feelings to him

↳ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : hey guys ! So basically if you live under a rock, prettymuch are being exposed for sexual assault, racism and other things and so it’ll be a little difficult making imagines for nick but yeah, I’m still deciding whether not to give up his writings after this series but yeah, enjoy ! :)

↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 : nasa

Boy, you give me feelings, never felt before

I'm making it obvious by knocking at your door

I know that I'm coming tonight

You know I'm coming tonight

Don't want to deny it anymore

Me and Timothee had been friends for a while and everytime we were in the same environment, it just made me want to spend time with him even more, if it’s in a crowded room or just the two of us. He was always smiling whenever our friend group did something, he just made my world a little brighter with not only his bright white teeth but the genuine happiness radiating from him.

Tonight, our friends were together in one of their apartments and it was dark with mood lighting changing colours every now and then. Timothee was coming and so beforehand, I decided to talk to one of my close friends in the clique. I whisper to her “can I talk to you for a minute?”. She nods with a puzzled face. We make our way to one of the bedrooms and I await for her to enter the room before closing the door.

I say before telling her the reason of her escape from the party “before I tell you this, don’t tell anyone this, ok?” As I lay out my pinky sticking out as she interlocks her pinky with mine. He ly out a deep breath and say “well-“ and smile at her. “I think I like Timothee and I don’t know what to do, if I should tell him or make hints-“. She interrupts as she answers passionately “follow your heart y/n. Besides, you wanna make sure you’re comfortable if you tell him. Maybe Timothee would like that, just being upfront and besides, he won’t hold it against you, he’s not like that” while holding the ends of my fingers, like a mother talking to her daughter about something important.

Baby, you got lucky cause you're rocking with the best

And I'm greedy

'Cause I'm so greedy

'Cause I'm so

Somehow, I had to pluck up the courage to tell Timothee and besides, I’ve never done something like this. When I start getting comfortable with the idea, I immediately think of the other factors, like what if he wants somebody in the industry or isn’t liking me like that. My mind and body then become more tense and more uptight, resulting in worrying and fidgeting.

When I exit the bedroom, I enter the main room where all our friends where and the main event of the night, Timothee. When I fully enter the room, Timothee makes a smile at me and I do the same as I turn to my friend from before and she makes a face raising her eyebrows. I laugh silently and plant my eyes on the floor alerting myself that I don’t want to embarrass myself, especially tonight.

My attention is stolen as the mood coloured lights switch into a new vibrant ambience and a burst of laughter exits one corner of the room. I sat myself down beside my friend from before and she comes closer to my ear and whispers “you’ll be fine y/n, besides, he’s your friend” and moves back with a smile on her face.

I don't need a phone call

Got nothing to say

I'ma tell you when it's over

Got no games to play

You know that I'm coming tonight

I know I'm coming tonight

I just need to get this out the way, oh baby!

I waited till the perfect moment to pull aside Timothee in order to get a accurate response from him. I take a breath before lift myself off the ground and walk over to Timothee and ask him “hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”. He smiles and replies in a high and gentle tone “yeah, sure” before he stands up following me. The walk towards the same room was daunting and almost like a make or break moment.

Before we enter the room fully, I make sure the door was shut before anyone was coming in while I was spilling my guts out. While shutting the door, he asks “have I done anything to offend you? If so, I’m so-“. I brush off his sentence and for a split second, I admire his caring nature. I respond assuringly “no, not at all”. He breaths out of relief and looks back at you.

I take a deep breath in and out and start “so, I know we’re friends and I don’t want to make you feel weird or make you feel anything like that. So, I feel like I should be honest with you and I know that this is between us. But basically, I think I’m gaining feelings for you.” I look at him as he does the same and I let out a deep breath. His stare is a bit blank as I start to worry what he’s thinking.

Been in this state of mind

Been in this state of mind, oh yeah

I add “I know but if you wanna go with someone in the Industry or whatever but... I thought I’d tell you I’m into you”. He gives me a muted smile and makes a effort to say “you know, y/n, you are a lovely person and just having a good energy but I’m a little overwhelmed I think but, I mean.. you’re feelings aren’t anything to be ashamed of but I’m just a little shocked that this something you felt”.

I look at him as he does the same with me and he tries to put together what else to say as his former sentence was a little bit of puzzle piece. There was a feeling of a awkward silent tension yet this wasn’t addressed. I try to make my conversation starter from before seem better as I say “I know this is new but I don’t wanna feel .. greedy but I just want to make sure that you are ok and that our friendship isn’t.. you know.. tarnished”.

His face now has a sympathetic face as he makes another sentence leave his mouth “y/n, you’re fine and besides I’d rather you tell me than you feel all bottled up and you feeling comfortable. But I get what you mean, feeling greedy almost but y/n, I’ve had worse encounters with girls and let me tell you, you’re no where near their tier of bad” as we both end that with a laugh.

I ain't talking money, I'm just physically obsessed

And I'm greedy

'Cause I'm so greedy

'Cause I'm so greedy, ooh

You know that I'm greedy for love

'Cause I'm so greedy, ooh

You know that I'm greedy for love

'Cause I'm so

Our conversation kept revolving valid feelings, joking about past encounters while in the romantic situation and reassuring the other person that we are fine with each other. The night seemed to go by fast as somebody walked into the room as they shout “heyyy, timmys gettin it on with y/n” which his tone seemed under the influence and a little comedic making me and Timothee silently laugh.

The guy leaves the room with the door opened ajar and makes the talk with Timothee seem sped up as he must’ve wanted to make this seem less awkward and get back to normality within the friend group. He covers the current climate we were in and starts “so basically, y/n, I don’t think of you any differently and while we were speaking, you are cute but” and a laughing sigh leaves his body with his hand on the back of his neck. He continues “but yeah, we could maybe go out some point this week and catch up with each other”.

He later leaves the room as I silently realised that he just asked me on a date... I think. I let myself take a few minutes to calm down from my excitement and seem cool leaving the room to maybe catch his attention. I quickly check my makeup before exiting the area and she was all good. I adjust my outfit as the second it was fine, my foot entered the room, the bold lights making it a little dramatic.

Greedy, I'm greedy, I'm greedy, I'm greedy

I'm greedy, I'm greedy, I'm greedy, I'm greedy for love

The eyes of some people were captivated by me and one of those pairs was Timothee. I always high fived myself internally as that was my goal as I quickly come back to reality and sit next to my friend from before. She asked “so, how was it?”. I smile and reply “better than I thought” as she’s quick to say “I told you so”. I laugh and add “yeah, he was so sweet about it and I think he asked me on a date”.

She readjusts her seating and has a shocked face plastered on her face as she asks “really? No way!” As I nod my head to confirm her question. He smiles as she asks “so, where and what you gonna wear?” As I have a serious face as I continue the questions but to her. “How come your so invested?” As we both laugh. She responds “I’m just excited, thats all. Besides, y’all would make a cute couple.... just saying”.

I raise my hand to deny that statement and to go along with it, I said “no way, he’s just taking me to a coffee place or something simple”. She nods and I add “besides, I don’t wanna seem like those crazy fan girls just cause he’s famous”. She adds “how many people that have I asked me if I know him?”. I state “I think it’s the status of knowing him”. As we continue talking, Timothee walks over and says “I’ll talk to you soon, but yeah, I’m gonna go” as I say “bye” and touch his hand of a gesture of saying bye as he smiles and walks away. Me and my friend are all giddy and are probably gonna talk about this all night.

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fountainpenguin · 4 years

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Not part of an ask meme, but how do you picture the legal system in your FOP fan fiction? What are punishable crimes? What are common, considered reasonable punishments? Is Abacatraz the only jail? If a Gyne goes to jail what happens to his drones? And if a drone goes to jail what happens to him? Thx

Fairy World is pretty lax. Possessions can be easily replaced, it’s difficult to hurt others, and magic allows for criminals to be traced more easily than with nonmagical forensics.

At the end of “The Same Game” (Season 1), Wanda cheerfully bashed Cosmo in the head with a cinder block, saying it was all in good fun. I’ve based Fairy World’s casual, playful attitudes on that: their species isn’t easily hurt and they take that sort of thing lightly (See also, H.P. literally throwing a baby from one rooftop to another in a recent Origin of the Pixies chapter). Well, Cosmo seemed pretty upset with the cinder block thing, but presumably they made up later. Pushing each other’s limits might be considered play in Fairy culture. Who knows.

The biggest crime in Fairy World is endangering the population: revealing that Fairies exist is a big deal. Changeling children traditions have been banned for a long time. Interfering with love is off limits for anyone besides Cupid’s family, and searching for loopholes around that (or similar rules) might land you in trouble too. Unlicensed dragon rearing is also illegal since dragons are canonically immune to fae magic and are difficult to control. Otherwise the main crimes are, like, tax evasion, bribery, and setting national parks on fire.

Having licenses revoked is always a major threat (whether you’re a doctor, a godparent, or just a licensed magic user). Losing licenses is serious and you shouldn’t expect to reclaim one for thousands of years (if you get it back at all). With a million year lifespan, you guard your reputation carefully. If your record is bad enough, you won’t receive the endorsements you might need for your dream career (and most have new dream careers every few centuries).

Fairies are free-spirited creatures… They probably won’t change their behavior if you take away items or money (Stuff they can regain easily), but they hate hate hate being deprived of their freedom. You don’t see many fines in Fairy World. Most punishments involve community service (i.e. manual labor without a wand), training (either physical exercise or retaking classes), or prison time. Prison time leads to high rates of behavior changes for Fairies… Most don’t enjoy hundreds to thousands of years without magic.

Taking over Fairy World in “Pixies Inc.” resulted in the Pixies getting thrown at a wall target and presumably let go after Jorgen was done messing with them. I suppose jail is saved for top offenders and most crimes just don’t go that far. On the flip side, Foop went to jail for his crimes despite being a baby, so something’s screwy with this system.

Gynes don’t face prison sentences for killing each other, but they are expected to pay wergild (monetary compensation) to the family of the gyne they killed. As long as you can pay the fine, killing another gyne won’t get you sent to jail. Fairy World’s aristocratic families are always uneasy around one another, knowing they can all afford wergild if it comes down to it.

There are lots of different jails, but Abracatraz is definitely the most difficult one to get out of. It’s not technically part of the “cloudlands” (Plane 3 is the lowest level) and is part of the dregs: Plane 1. Leaving the building is relatively tough, but leaving Plane 1 is harder. On any other plane, you can fall out of the sky to a lower level. But this is the bottom, so the only way out is up.

If you’ve escaped Abracatraz, you should have been deprived of magic. No flight, no poofing. At least Alcatraz escapees could swim, but that’s not an option here. The only way out is leaving the tiny island Abracatraz sits on, somehow crossing the gulf of empty space to solid land without flying, traveling to the Bridge that connects Plane 1 to Plane 2 (Earth), and losing your enemies among the crowd. You’re pretty much not getting out unless someone on the outside breaks you out. The very few Abracatraz escapees there are will try to vanish into the human world, knowing they’re much more likely to be caught if they return to the cloudlands.

Foop’s escape plan had an advantage in that there weren’t any of those red, magic-depriving suits to fit his chunky square body, I suppose. Being able to fly gave him a massive advantage: He was able to dig a tunnel to the edge of the island (avoiding watchful guards) and fly across the gulf of empty space that most prisoners can’t.

When a gyne is killed, his drones get taken up by the gyne who killed him. That’s not a legal law- a drone can still theoretically walk away, but under most circumstances, they’ll change hands. Even Sanderson, famous for his loyalty, will switch sides and express that loyalty to whoever his new boss is if the Head Pixie is brought down by another gyne. If you recall the 130 Prompt “Minion,” one of his biggest fears is that he might not actually like H.P. and only hangs out with him because of his pheromones. He lives in fear that someday, he’ll turn his back and walk away with no ability to stop himself.

If a gyne is arrested, that’s different: a gyne is removed, but there isn’t a new one for drones left behind to drift towards. In most situations like this, you’ll see the drones hang out around the property for another several days. As pheromones fade, they’ll become more and more restless. One might head out to buy groceries and never come home, even leaving possessions behind. One drone might pack his things and deliberately head out in search of a new gyne. Another might wait around the property as long as he can. It’s not unusual for a gyne who finds an unattached drone wandering the city to determine where the drone came from and visit the property of the detained gyne, picking up any drones who are still around there.

Recall that for drones, pheromones are what soothes their rapid energy swings and keeps them functioning and happy. It’s possible to live with constant emotional whiplash, but comfort is preferable. They don’t like staying where they’re unhappy, so few drones will wait around a barren property for long. Without pheromones, they’re eternally restless and will seek a new source.

Some drones might hold out longer than others, either powering through energy swings or using a secondhand source (like bottled donor pheromones) to get by. But if someone is jailed for hundreds or thousands of years, do you want to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation until they get out? Depends on the person. If those donated pheromones came from your own gyne, you’ll eventually run out. If they didn’t, loyalty will switch to a new gyne anyway and a drone might not feel comfortable staying on another’s property (feels like barging into someone else’s house and making yourself at home while the owner is away). Pheromones are individual, not easily interchangeable.

You may recall from “Timmy’s Secret Wish” that the Fairy Council is notoriously fast at moving cases through court. Maybe trying to get falsely accused gynes back home is one reason why.

I feel like drones would do well in jail, though. If they’re out on a distant property where nobody knows they’re there, they’re not likely to find the emotional support they need. In jail, exposing drones to pheromones is easy, especially if you’re not picky about what kind of donor pheromones you give them. Drones like consistency. Consistency means safety and stability. A drone exposed to hundreds of years of the same donor pheromones will prefer those scents and have a harder time switching back to his original gyne’s pheromones when he goes home. He might be more likely to complain and, if he was exposed to certain pheromones excessively, might try to leave. However, varying pheromone exposure in jail makes it more likely he’ll be satisfied with his usual gyne once he’s receiving the same scents consistently.

Drones aren’t brainwashed by pheromones, simply influenced. They can still act out, but overall they’re generally well behaved and satisfied as long as they receive regular pheromone exposure. They probably get let out early for good behavior.

I’m sure the jail system is horribly biased. I feel like the majority of Fairy World sees drones as simpleminded and incapable of being very cruel. Punishments for drones are pretty light. Gynes are often portrayed in Fairy World as slaves to their insect biology (the polite term is “prince of destiny”), so they too probably have some cruelties written off as not wholly their fault (For crying out loud, murder is excused if you’re a gyne).

Those darn kabouters, the least influenced by their animal biology, should know better tho >:(

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schweeeppess · 5 years

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Get Back Up (Batfam AU)

a/n: Sooooo, what is this? another au i’m going to kill myself over 😂 why yes. yes it is. Author’s note is short, because my brain hurts. technical no capes au because the bats were the only ones who didn’t become heroes. everyone else still is. like the justice league, titans, and then titans are still a thing just not with any bats.

there that’s your info. if there is no codename, there was no ******ing career. Emma is an OC, and Dick is married to Kori in the au. It will be expanded on.

I hope you like :D

Tim stretched as he walked for the indoor gym, rubbing at his eye with a palm afterward. Even from the hall he could hear the sounds of impact on a heavy bag.

He snorted, pushing the hair out his eyes, stepping into the room and seeing what he’d already suspected.

“Hey, Jason!”

Jason glanced over at his shout, resting a hand on the bag to still it and taking out an earbud.

“Bro, how early do you wake up for this? It’s ten.”

Flashing a smirk, Jason rubbed a wrapped knuckle. “You know the saying, Timmy: Early bird gets the worm.”

Tim shook his head as he sat on a bench and looked up at his brother. “What worm is there to get?”

In an informal response, Jason shrugged, picking up a grey towel from the ground and wiping at the sweat on his face.

Changing the subject Tim said, “Dick’s coming over today; says he’s bringing Mar’i and Emma.”

He caught the rolls of hand wraps Jason tossed him, continuing. “Kori’s on Titan stuff, otherwise he’d probably bring her too.”

Jason took a seat beside him as Tim started wrapping his hands, taking a long drink of water from the bottle he’d had under the bench. When he finished with the water he wiped his mouth, leaning his forearms on his knees, and looked sideways at Tim.

“So you’ll have someone to train with in your weight class,” he drawled, a brow raised a little, lips pulled in a smirk. “It’s gonna feel great to win, huh, Baby Bird?”

“I hate that nickname,” Tim muttered. Louder he insisted, “I’ve won spars with you.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I let you.”

“No way you’re that much of an asshole.”

“Hi, have we met before? My name is Jason Todd.”

“Fuck off. I’m banking it on your pride not letting you admit it: I’ve beaten you fair and square.”

There was a loud gasp from the doorway and the brothers paused their arguing to see Mar’i standing there, hand over her mouth that was stretched wide in a grin, eyes sparkling mischievously.

She looked up at her dad—who was standing just behind her—still grinning, and said, “Uncle Timmy said a bad word!”

Paling, Tim immediately started to protest. Fuck my luck.

“I didn’t know you were already here!” he defended.

Dick smiled brightly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Tim.” To his daughter he said, “Mar’i, don’t snitch on your uncle, and do not say any curse words. Your mother would kill me, and I like to think I’m a good dad.”

Mar’i pouted and Jason smirked, getting up and greeting his niece by way of scooping her up in his arms and swinging her around, saying “I missed you, Starlight!”

Tim smiled at the scene, noticing the outfit Dick was wearing for the first time: jeans, a blue button-up, and his favorite jacket, shades hanging from the collar of his shirt.

“You look like a dad,” he grinned. “How’s fatherhood, Grayson?”

His brother snorted, walking over to take Jason’s previous spot. “You’re just asking? Mar’i is six—I’ve been a dad for six years already, and now you’re asking.”

“Uh, yeah?”

Dick laughed quietly and Tim caught sight of his second niece in Dick’s arms, asleep. Wordlessly Dick passed Emma over to him.

When she was nestled in the crook of Tim's arm Emma fussed a little, squirming as if to get comfortable in this new human's arm, and Tim offered her his unoccupied hand. She grasped two of his fingers tight in her tiny little hands, and Tim forced himself not to make any cooing sounds at her. Instead he grinned widely.

Smiling gently at his daughter, Dick spoke. “It’s great. I mean, yeah, I miss six hours of sleep, but I wouldn’t give them up for the world. They’re my girls, you know?”

No, he didn’t, but Tim could imagine. He imagined being woken up every two hours or so in the middle of the night at his baby wailing, calming her down for her to go back to sleep, changing her, feeding her, and doing it all over again at different times throughout the day, and it seemed daunting and terrifying.

Yeah, no, Tim was fine with just visiting and carrying.

“Sure,” he answered, shifting to kiss his niece's head before looking over to where Mar'i had Jason on the ground, an arm pinned behind him.

Jason was grinning and Mar'i was cheering, jumping off her uncle and flying over to her dad to boast proudly about taking down her professional boxing uncle Jason.

Dick smiled a little bigger, saying, “Awesome job, Mar'i!” Glancing to his brother who was picking himself up he said, “Maybe your uncle Jason's getting old, huh?”

She laughed, whipping around to face Jason who gave Dick an indignant look.

“I'm twenty six, Dick,” he protested. “If anyone's old it's you, Mr. Thirty-One-Year-Old.”

“Technically, you're both old.” Tim smirked a bit at both their offended looks. “What? I'm twenty one.”

“Actually,” said a new voice from behind them all, “you're all old. I'm seventeen.”

He didn't even need to turn around to know who it was, and Tim rolled his eyes.

Jason narrowed his own, crossing his arms over his chest, and said, “Shut it, half-pint.”

“Tim's shorter than I am, actually,” Damian corrected with a wicked grin Tim's way, stepping into view.

“Emma's the youngest! We're all old,” Mar'i declared, jumping at her uncle Damian for a hug. He caught her and hugged back. “Hi uncle Dami!”

“I've told you to call me Damian since you were Emma's age,” he huffed.

“Aww, but Dami, don't you like your nickname?” Tim smirked at the withering look Damian sent him.

Jason grinned, adding, “Naw, I think he prefers his nickname: Baby Bat.”

Damian snarled at the mention of the name, so Mar'i tightened her arms around his neck in warning and Damian choked.

“Mar'i,” Dick warned, amused. “Don't choke your uncle, even if he's being dumb.”

“Sorry,” she called, releasing Damian to run over to her dad and take a seat on his leg, smiling sweetly.

Damian rubbed the back of his neck then turned a little to glare at Jason.

“Call me that name one more time and you'll be retiring early,” he hissed.

“Boys,” Bruce's baritone greeted as he stepped into the room.

Tim glanced over his shoulder and nodded once before looking back down at Emma.

Jason offered a two-fingered salute and said, “Old man.”

Damian didn't do anything but offer a peace sign, stepping closer to Jason to jab at his side with an elbow.

Dick smiled, moving to stand and shifting Mar'i to his hip in one fluid movement. “Hey, dad,” he greeted, hugging the older man when he was within range.

“Grandpa B!” Mar'i cheered, throwing her own arms over her grandpa's broad chest for a hug.

Bruce hugged both of them, kissing Mar'i on the head. When Dick stepped back, leaving Mar'i in her grandpa's arms, Bruce asked, “Where are Emma and Koriand'r?”

“Well,” Dick started, “Tim's carrying Emma, so you'll have to try and pry her away from him now--” Tim narrowed his eyes at Bruce “--and Kori's working with the Titans right now. She'll be over as soon as she's done.”

When Bruce nodded, Dick asked his own questions. “Where are Duke and Cass?”

“Cassandra is visiting Stephanie and Barbara for the next two hours, and I think Duke went out for something he needed. He should be back in about thirty minutes or so,” Bruce answered.

Dick nodded. “Got it.”

Turning to Tim, Dick suggested they start stretching before they sparred. Tim pouted because it meant that he would have to surrender Emma to Bruce, but agreed anyways, rising to pass the infant over to his adoptive father with narrowed eyes.

Jason was giving Damian a noogie as Tim left for the gymnastics room with Dick, and looked up to them briefly to call a see you losers later.

Tim was so tempted to flip Jason the bird, but remembering that Mar'i was there kept him from doing so, and he instead hurried after Dick faster.

When he reached him, Dick smiled.

“Ready, Baby Bird?”

“I hate that nickname,” Tim said, shifting his stance and smiling. “But yeah. Let's do this.”

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camsthisky · 6 years

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give me a ghost of a smile

ao3 | ff.net

Summary: Dick meets with a photographer for a photo shoot, Tim has a bad feeling, and Bruce is overprotective.

Thank you to VP for donating! Here's the prompt you asked for!

Thanks to @preciousthingsareprecious and @laquilasse for looking this over for me and listening to me complain over the fact that I didn’t know how to end it for an entire month.

“Hey, Tim,” Dick greets, cradling his phone between his shoulder and his cheek as he flips through last month’s issue of an up and coming magazine from the rack in the corner of the lobby. He doesn’t know where Bruce has gone, but with it likely that Dick will end up in next month’s issue, he figures that he might as well give it a look while he chats with his little brother. “What’s up?”

“Heard about the photoshoot,” Tim tells him. There’s a pause, a chance for Dick to interject, but he doesn’t. He hums and waits for Tim to continue. Eventually, Tim sighs and says, “You sure about this?”

Dick hums again, this time an affirmative.

“Dick,” Tim snaps, and Dick can’t help the upturn of his lips at his name. It sounds more like an insult than anything, but Tim would never admit to using it that way, no matter how much time Jason’s been spending around them nowadays. “This is serious.”

“Relax, Tim,” Dick says, putting the magazine back and grabbing the phone with a free hand. “I’ve been in plenty of magazines before. Plus, Bruce is here with me. What’s the problem?”

Tim makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “Something’s off about him.”

“Can you prove it.”

Tim huffs out a, “Not yet,” and if Dick had to guess, he’s probably glowering at his laptop or his tablet. Dick’s seen Tim do that enough times when his results don’t seem to match his effort level. “If I had more time to—”

“Tim,” Dick interrupts. “I’m twenty-four.”

“So?”

Dick closes his eyes. He’s not angry, just exasperated. He’s an adult. He’s done his own research already, just like the last billion times he’s been approached for a photoshoot. Besides, this is just a preliminary meeting to work out the details. It’s not like anything’s set in stone. He has time to back out if he needs to.

He understands, though, that his family isn’t like normal families. Collectively, they’re an overprotective, brooding mess, and if one of them were in his position, he’d probably be doing the same thing. Things have gone wrong before.

“C’mon, Timmy,” Dick says, his voice light and teasing. “I’m a big kid now. I can handle a photoshoot.”

Tim snorts. “You’re a five year old in a twenty-four year old’s body. Admit it.”

Dick grins. “You kind of sound like Damian.”

“I do n—oh my god. Holy—don’t tell Steph or Jason. I’ll literally never live it down. Sounding like the Demon Brat. What has the world come to.”

“Yeah,” and Dick huffs out a laugh. “I’ll make sure to keep it quiet, Timmy. Although, I think it’s adorable.”

“Stooooop,” Tim moans. And then he sighs. “Seriously, Dick. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Dick hesitates. He’s not trying to be difficult, really. But, “If you can give me a reason, I’ll turn him down right now. But until then, there’s really no reason not to go through with it.”

There’s a pause, and then Tim says quietly, “It’s just a feeling.”

Dick exhales loudly, and leans against the wall behind him. Tim isn’t usually the one to rely on just feeling alone. That’s Dick’s thing. Feeling something passionately enough to abandon ship just because. Tim usually has a hunch, researches the hell out of it, and basically forces everyone to admit that he’d been right all along.

“I’ll be careful,” Dick tells him, trying for reassuring. “And I’ll even keep Bruce with me, if it makes you feel better.”

“I…guess,” Tim says, but he still sounds uncertain. “The moment you think something’s wrong, though, you back out. Whether Bruce is with you or not. Okay?”

“Okay,” Dick promises. “I’ll talk to you in a bit, Timmy. Try not to get into too much trouble.”

Tim makes an offended noise, hangs up with a “Maybe you should take your own advice,” and then it’s just Dick standing in the lobby, staring at a rack of magazines, a weird feeling in his gut. He hopes this doesn’t go as sideways as Tim seems to think it will.

Dick’s bored out of his mind by the time 4:30 rolls around, even though it’s actually only been about fifteen minutes since Tim hung up on him, and he’s doing that thing again. Where he can’t seem to stop fidgeting. Knee bouncing. Shoe scuffing. Fingers tapping. Bruce hates it—well. He hasn’t always, but after fifteen years knowing him, Dick’s seen more than a few annoyed glances thrown his way when it goes on for more than a minute or two.

Still, it’d be nice if Bruce were even here to tell him to stop fidgeting or something. Bruce had been there when the two of them first walked into the lobby of the studio, but Dick had turned around once, and when he’d turned back to say something to Bruce, he’d been Batman’d. Bruce had vanished.

Dick lets out an irritated sigh and forces himself to sit still. According to the assistant at the desk, the photographer should be done with the photoshoot pretty soon.

“He’s just running a little behind schedule,” the girl had said, shrugging. “It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes shoots can take a turn. Something works, something doesn’t. He should be done soon, though.”

Finally—finally—the photographer walks out. A woman and two little girls thank him and head over to the assistant’s desk. The photographer—Almon Lytle—leaves them to it, veering towards Dick. The other man’s face turns up into a stiff smile and he holds a hand out to Dick.

Dick stands up and takes the offered hand, shaking it with a smile that’s probably a lot more convincing than the mask Lytle is plastering on. It’s obvious that Lytle is not Dick’s biggest fan, so this is just off to the best start.

“Mr. Grayson,” Lytle greets. “It’s good to meet you.”

“You, too,” Dick says, taking back his hand to shove it in his jeans pocket. It takes everything he has to not grab his phone and call Alfred for a pick up. There’s this vibe about Lytle that’s throwing Dick for a loop, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

He kind of wishes that Bruce were here right now, too.

“So,” Dick says, putting on his best charming smile. The one he usually pulls out for Bruce’s galas, when rich old ladies pinch his cheeks and rich middle-aged women try to hang off his arms. Between Tim’s feeling and his own, Dick’s thinking that this photographer is a no-go. Still, better go through the formalities. “Your email said that you were hired by Lovegrove Magazine’s new editor for this shoot.”

“Ah, yes,” Lytle says, distaste audible in every word. “Apparently they aren’t interested in getting sued for using photos unapproved by you and Mr. Wayne. Ms. Urchel decided she’d like fresh shots instead. Do you want to take this conversation into the back?”

“Actually.” Dick pauses and looks towards the front door, his eyebrows furrowing. His unease builds. “I’m waiting for my dad. He should be back soon, so if you wouldn’t mind, could we stay out here?”

Lytle’s eyebrows raise. “Your father? I was under the impression you were an adult, Mr. Grayson.”

Dick’s smile turns brittle. And just like that, he feels very done with this conversation. He should have taken Timmy’s feeling at face value. There’s something almost challenging in the way Lytle had said that. Like his opinion of Dick has just driven off a cliff and died in a fiery explosion. Like Dick having Bruce here for this conversation was something that was abhorred.

Instead of letting his anger grab a hold of him, though, Dick swallows it down. Instead, he says, “Well, Bruce can be a bit overprotective of his kids when it comes to the media. Plus, a second opinion is always a good thing, don’t you agree?”

Lytle’s lips thin, but all the man says is, “I see. Then, of course, we can talk out here while we wait for Mr. Wayne.”

Dick has to keep himself from grimacing. The man sounds the exact opposite of happy, and there’s a look in his eyes. If Lytle were a reporter, Dick might have a published article defaming him to look forward to, but Lytle’s a photographer, and Dick’s not quite sure what to expect from him.

Maybe it’s time to get out of here, make some excuse about talking it over with his family before scheduling anything.

Obviously, that’s when Bruce makes his appearance.

He comes in through the front door holding a coffee, pulling off his sunglasses and giving the assistant and the family at the desk a very Brucie smile. It dies, though, when his eyes land on Lytle. His eyes are cold as he joins them, a gentle hand curling around Dick’s elbow.

“Mr. Lytle,” Bruce greets the man coolly. He doesn’t offer Lytle his hand, and Dick’s eyes flick back and forth between the two of them. There’s a tension between them. After another terse moment, Dick clears his throat expectantly, and Bruce breaks eye contact with Lytle to turn to Dick, giving him a much warmer look. “What did I miss?”

Dick half-smiles back, and Bruce’s eyebrows as he looks him up and down, and then there’s this subtle head tilt. A are you alright? if Dick’s ever seen one, and Dick shrugs a little. He can handle himself, but he’s also not exactly comfortable here.

“Nothing much,” Dick says out loud for Lytle’s sake.

He freezes, though, when Lytle settles a hand on his shoulder, suddenly turning a one-eighty and showing Bruce nothing but smiles as he tells him, “Your son and I were just about to start discussing what Ms. Urchel was hoping for in this shoot.”

Bruce’s frown is immediate, and his eyes blaze with some fiery anger that Dick rarely sees in Bruce but sees far too often in Batman, even as Dick shrugs Lytle’s hand and takes a step closer to Bruce, and more importantly away from Lytle.

“Thank you for the offer, Mr. Lytle,” Bruce says, and Dick watches Lytle’s smile fade and that irritation flit back over his face, before he meets Bruce’s unwavering, intense look. Dick tries not to be satisfied about the fact that Lytle flinches away. “But I’m afraid we’ll be refusing. I’ll talk to Ms. Urchel myself about our options.”

And with that, Bruce gently grabs Dick’s forearm and steers him out of the studio, and Dick goes compliantly.

“Thanks,” Dick says after they’re halfway to Wayne Tower, where Bruce had parked the car since it was only a few blocks away from Lytle’s studio. “I’m glad you were there with me.”

Bruce makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a hum, and then he lets go of Dick’s arm so that they’re walking side by side, arms brushing as they make their way down the semi-populated street. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Dick grimaces. “Is this about Timmy’s feeling?”

Bruce sighs, a tired hand running down his face. “Tim called me before we left, asking if I could check Lytle’s apartment before a deal could be struck.”

“What’d you find?”

“He kidnaps a few of his clients,” Bruce says quietly as they enter an abandoned side street that will lead them to the back of the building. There’s this troubled expression on his face as he stares into the middle distance. “Not directly, of course, but there’s enough evidence in his apartment to put Lytle away for years.”

Dick hums, thinking about the bullet he’d just dodged. “And I’m guessing there’s a high chance Batman will be handing this evidence over to the police tonight?”

“Commissioner Gordon will be informed,” Bruce confirms.

“Well,” Dick says, gathering himself and smiling over at Bruce, “I guess at some point we should just start taking Tim at his word. He’s already proven he’s psychic at least five times over.”

“Tim’s not psychic.”

“Would it be so bad if he was?”

“Dick.”

“Bruce,” he says back in the exact same tone of voice, but he isn’t able to stop the grin from tugging at his lips, and he’s rewarded for it when Bruce rolls his eyes and murmurs,

“Sometimes I swear you never grew up after you hit twelve years old.”

“Five, actually, according to Tim,” Dick says pleasantly, something warm in his chest as they make it to the car instead of the anger that would consume him if Bruce had said those words only a few years ago. Bruce gets into the driver’s seat and Dick slides easily into the passenger’s side. “And Damian likes to say that he’s more mature than I am.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully, but there’s this small, almost content smile that makes that warmth into his chest blossom into happiness.

“Seriously,” Dick says after a few minutes of untroubled silence. “Thank you for today. I could have handled it, but it was nice to know you were there to back me up.”

“Anytime, Dick.”

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thewritenerd · 3 years

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Victor and Adam: NaNoWriMo Day 27

(no day 26 as it was deleted)

Adam

After a sleepless night of sitting up in the too small hospital bed and being randomly grabbed and poked by the night nurse with no warning Adam spent the morning learning to play chess with an app on Victor’s tablet. When visiting hours arrived Victor came to see him just as he had promised. Justine came to. ‘How are you doing?’ she asked sitting down in the seat by Adam’s bad arm. ‘Fine.’ He answered. ‘Didn’t sleep last night. The bed’s too small.’ ‘Well never mind.’ Victor said taking a seat next to him. ‘It should only be one more night and you’ll be back at home with your own bed.’ He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of Adam’s earbuds. ‘Figured you’d want this.’ Adam took them with a nod of thanks. ‘Ah there it is.’ He turned his head to see Justine was holding a pen in the air. ‘Come on now I want to be the first to sign your cast.’ ‘Sign it?’ Adam asked confused. ‘Yeah. It’s traditional. Come on hold still.’ He watched as she began to write Justine on his arm in big blocky lettering. ‘There all done.’ She held the pen out to Victor. ‘You want to do it?’ she asked. He shook his head. ‘I don’t do that kind of thing.’ ‘You did it for Lizzie that one time.’ ‘Yes. When she was six and cried when I refused.’ Justine chuckled. ‘Okay you’ve got me there.’ She put the lid back of the pen and slipped it back into her bag. Victor also gave Adam a Tupperware box with two small pies inside.

‘From Igor. He figured you could do with cheering up.’ Adam asked him to thank Igor for him and placed the box on the bedside table. The rest of the visit was spent with Adam and Victor playing chess while Justine watched. Not long after they left a doctor came to do another check up on Adam before lunch. When Adam saw the only thing they had were two kinds of sandwiches he was a bit disappointed. Reluctantly he chose the ham. When the lady had left he tried to take a bite out of it but ended up spitting it back out. No matter how much he tried he just couldn’t stomach bread. Not wanting to go hungry he pulled the meat out of the sandwich and ate that instead. Something didn’t taste right about it. As well as the sandwich he also had a tiny pot of yogurt, or maybe it just seemed tiny to him, and an apple. Adam’s apple, he thought laughing a little at his own joke. It was clear to him this place only did one portion size for their meals, which meant Adam who needed to eat a bit more than most, was still hungry when he’d finished. Turning to the pies Victor had brought him he pulled open the lid and grabbed one. Biting in he realised it was gooseberry, his favourite. Igor tended to not put a lot of sugar in his desserts so the pies were really sharp just how he liked them. Originally he’d planned to only eat one then save the second for tomorrow. But he’d been so hungry he’d ended up eating both. At least they seemed to do the job of filling him up. After lunch he tried to read one of the books Victor had brought for him but soon gave up. It may have been the painkillers and lack of sleep but Adam found as much as he liked Shakespeare’s poetry he couldn’t get his head around reading plays. Then again the similar names and constant name changing didn’t help. Seriously calling two characters Gumbo and Gambino or whatever their names were in the same story you were just asking to confuse people. Deciding to give up on reading Adam got the tablet back out and tried to find something to watch. He found a movie Nate had said was his favourite, Enter the Dragon, and decided to give it a watch only to quit out of boredom halfway through. He was just about to start looking for something else to watch when he heard someone knocking on the wall. Turning to see Chelsea, Nate, Shreya and Oscar standing there he felt his face break into the biggest grin of his, admittedly short, life. ‘Hey you miss us.’ Chelsea asked making nir way over and giving him an awkward one-armed hug. ‘Nah I’ve actually enjoyed the peace and quiet. Needed a break from you two bickering.’ He teased. Chelsea pulled a face at him and took the seat nearest the door. Shreya raced to the chair on the other side of the bed leaving Nate and Oscar to try and perch on the bed itself. ‘You got a pen?’ Shreya asked. Adam handed one to her and she started writing her name. ‘Well I suppose this is one way to get out of Chemistry.’ Oscar joked. ‘Oh by the way Maram says hi. She would have come to but she’s not big on hospitals.’ Adam nodded. ‘They’re not my favourite place to be.’ He admitted. ‘So how did it happen?’ Shreya asked gesturing to his arm. Adam explained what had happened, quickly updating Shreya and Oscar on the whole intruder situation. ‘Well at least your dad believes you now.’ Chelsea said as ne took the pen from Shreya who was frowning thoughtfully. ‘You have to wonder though. Who is this person trying to get into the lab?’ Oscar shook his head. ‘They might not be trying to get into the lab.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Chelsea asked. ‘You said you found a maze of tunnels down there that you didn’t explore. And that castle has been there for centuries. It’s possible the tunnels have been there long before Adam’s dad bought it. And in that time anyone could have hidden anything down there.’ Shreya nodded. ‘Cool. So this guy’s probably looking for some hidden treasure or something?’ Shreya asked. ‘We should go looking for it. We’d be like treasure hunters. Like the famous five.’ Chelsea cried. ‘Yeah you’d be Timmy.’ Nate teased. Chelsea cocked nir head to one side and shrugged. ‘Normally I’d be offended. But seeing as the only other options are the three guys and one girl I’ll take it.’ ‘Uh George is a girl.’ Nate pointed out. ‘No way. He is definitely a trans boy.’ Chelsea argued back. Oscar looked up from writing his name on Adam’s arm and pointed the pen at nir. ‘You are speaking my language.’ He said. Confused Adam looked over to Shreya to see if she had any idea what they were talking about but she looked as confused as he felt. ‘So we’re agreed?’ Chelsea asked. ‘As soon as Adam’s better we’ll go down there and explore those tunnels. See if we can find anything.’ ‘Except one problem. My arm probably won’t be better until January.’ Adam pointed out. ‘And well…’ ‘And we can’t open the trapdoor without you.’ Shreya finished sounding disappointed. Adam nodded. ‘Well that sucks.’ Chelsea sighed leaning back in nir seat. ‘Maybe there’s another way in?’ Oscar suggested. ‘Old castles are supposed to be full of secret passageways. So people could easily defend or escape if they were under siege. There’s got to be more than one way into those tunnels.’ ‘If there is I haven’t seen it.’ ‘Well obviously. The point of a secret tunnel is that the entrance is hard to spot.’ ‘The trapdoor was easy to find.’ Nate pointed out. ‘It probably used to have something over it to keep it hidden. Would be easier to guess what if we knew what the room was for but it would have been something easy to remove.’ The others nodded agreeing that it made sense. ‘Well as soon as my ankles better I’ll see if I can find anything.’ Adam said his mind made up. If the only way to get rid of this intruder was to get to whatever it was they were after first then so be it. He’d help however he could even if it was just to put his mind at ease.

Victor

After two more nights Victor was finally able to take Adam home from the hospital. Once they got home he took Adam to the dinning room so he could get some proper food. Igor gave him a little more than usual the whole time grumbling about how they had probably starved him. Adam ate without a word, or even really Victor thought a breath. After inhaling an entire bowl of soup, five rolls of bread and several slices of melon Adam asked if he could go to bed as he was very tired. ‘You slept in the car.’ Victor pointed out. Adam nodded. ‘I know and that was the first sleep I got in three nights. You try sleeping sitting up when people keep grabbing you in the middle of the night.’ Victor went to scold him for his tone but stopped himself. The boy had every right to be grumpy. ‘Very well. Do you need help getting up the stairs?’ Adam stood up shaking his head. ‘No I’ll be fine. I’ll need someone to bring my bag up.’ He added. He left leaving Victor and Justine to finish eating. ‘Well at least his ankle shouldn’t take too long to heal.’ Justine commented. ‘Yes. And the doctor said he has an eerily high pain tolerance.’ Justine raised an eyebrow. ‘So is was that deliberate or did you just not wire his nerves together properly?’ Victor thought for a moment. ‘It’s possible some could have been damaged somewhere in the process. Or it could be psychological. Maybe his brain doesn’t register pain as much as ours do.’ Justine sighed and set down her spoon. ‘I’ve been putting off asking this but I’d really like to know.’ She paused as if unsure how to phrase the next part. ‘Where did you get Adam’s brain from.’ Victor frowned at her. ‘Why do you want to know?’ he asked in a tone that suggested she should be very careful about pushing the matter. Justine looked at him her expression made it clear she was not going to start backing down. ‘Because if Adam’s brain once belonged to another boy, doesn’t that in a way make him that same boy.’ Victor frowned. ‘Adam has no memory from before I gave him life. As far as I’m concerned his brain may have once belonged to someone else it’s now Adam’s. The boy it belonged to is dead, he doesn’t need it anymore. I made use of something that would otherwise have been left to rot.’ Justine was quite for a moment as she turned what he’d said in her head. ‘I believe we are our brains. I don’t believe in a soul, and a body is just a tool to be used. So by my logic Adam is that boy just given a second chance of life.’ She sighed and lead back. ‘But I suppose we can’t ever really know. Adam is the first, and as of right now the only, of his kind and the science, psychology and philosophy of the matter leave such a tangled web I doubt anyone could ever come to a right opinion. If there even is one.’ Victor nodded. ‘Since when were you smart?’ he asked. She rolled her eyes at him and stood up. ‘Gee thanks. You’re a really supportive big brother you know that right? Anyway I’m going to use your study. College applications aren’t self-writing you know.’ She disappeared just as Igor came in to collect their bowls. ‘I didn’t know she was applying to college.’ Victor muttered to himself as he got up to leave. Upon seeing Adam’s bag hanging from the banister, where Victor had put it so it would be out of the way, he decided to take it up to Adam’s room. At the top of the stairs he went to knock before remembering Adam would be asleep. Taking care not to make too much noise he turned the handle slowly so the click was barley audible and pushed the door open. He stepped inside to see Adam was indeed asleep in his bed. He was fully dressed, including his shoes, and had thrown the duvet onto the floor. Victor put the bag down with a sigh. What was he thinking wearing shoes in bed, Igor would throw a fit if he saw and a man his age couldn’t afford such a strain. And if he slept that night with no cover he’d surely freeze. Taking care not to wake him Victor crept over and pulled Adam’s shoes off. Adam gave no sign he was aware someone was in his room except a small movement as he tightened his grip on the shirt he was holding. Victor supposed he should start thinking of it as Adam’s shirt. He then picked up the duvet, which was a fair bit heavier than his own having been specially designed for the bed, and pulled it over Adam. For a moment he just stood there watching him. He wasn’t sure why but he found himself reaching forward to brush a strand of hair out of his face. As he did so the frown on Adam’s sleeping face eased up a little. ‘Goodnight Adam.’ He said under his breath. Standing up he headed out of the room only looking back to close the door. As he did so he could have sworn just for a second that one of Adam’s eye was open.

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Tiny Tim (part fifteen)

Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen

Chapter Summary: Kon and the Bats try to get their heads wrapped around the new situation that's just developed.

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“I don’t know who any of you are.”

With that one sentence everyone was stunned into silence, all of them completely unprepared for it. Any contentment Kon had been feeling just a moment a go has now disappeared and was replaced with dread and fear. He adverts his eyes from the tiny form over to the Bats at the table. They each have dumb folded expressions which do nothing to help ease Kon, if they’re all caught off guard then how the hell is he supposed to feel.

They all continue to stare at one another having no idea what to do. It wasn’t until Damian said something about it being two weeks since Tim’s been de-aged and how this would have happened eventually because they had in fact been warned about it, that it all clicks. Kon feels himself going into panic mode, it had completely slipped his mind that Tim’s mind would get de-aged as well. They haven’t had the chance to talk about it, or he hasn’t spoken to the Bats about what they’re going to tell mind-reverted Tim. Since Tim is now officially his four-year-old self does that mean his Tim is gone for good until he changes back?

Kon’s brought out of his thoughts when the high-pitched voice was speaking again, “Where’s my mom or dad? I want my parents!”

Kon feels his heart ache for the four-year-old. He sounds so scared.

Seeming to finally get a hold of himself Dick gets up from the table and starts heading towards Tim. Kon watches as the man crouches down low and as he addresses him.

“Hey buddy, I know you’re probably scared right now but it’s okay, you’re safe.” He speaks softly to the child as he approaches him.

Tim only takes a step back as Dick gets closer, “I don’t know you.”

“Not – not really bud. But we’re your neighbours. You know Bruce Wayne?”

Kon doesn’t miss Dick’s slight stutter, it must have hurt to hear those words from Tim’s mouth, it certainly hurt Kon at least. But with the true professionalism of a Bat Dick carries on talking to Tim like nothing’s wrong.

Tim looks uncertain as he watches Dick inch closer, “Mister Wayne? Am I in his home?”

“Yeah that’s exactly where you are. You’re not far from home, I promise.” Dick stops moving when he’s a couple feet away from Tim.

From where he was standing Tim frowns, “Am I allowed to be here?”

At the table Damian grabs their attention by quietly speaking up, “Father’s on his way home. I’ve updated him with the situation, he’ll be about 20 to 30 minutes.”

Kon turns back to Dick and Tim to see Dick nodding at Tim, “Of course you’re allowed bud. You’re always welcome here. What’s the last thing you remember?”

Tim looks uncomfortable standing in front of Dick, he picks at the splint on his arm (god Kon hadn’t even thought about that, they’re going to have to come up with a story to explain the kid’s broken arm) and looks in the direction of the kitchen door, clearly looking for an escape. He doesn’t bolt however, instead he looks at Dick and says, “Mom and dad were getting ready for another trip. They were packing last night, leaving in the morning.”

Dick doesn’t respond to Tim straight away instead he glances back at the table and makes a hand gesture to them. Kon recognises it from where Tim’s used it in the past, mostly on missions with the Titans, play along. Dick has a plan and he wants them to follow. He looks at the two others, Jason’s staring at the scene with interest and Damian is on his phone getting ready to type or record or something, maybe he’s going to update Bruce as it goes along.

“Okay, well you may not remember it but last night your mommy and daddy left earlier than they planned to and because of that they asked us to look after you while they’re away.”

“Why? I have a nanny who comes around. I’m a big boy I can look after myself!” Tim straightens up with that last sentence. While it’s cute, it holds a lot of sadness to it. No four-year-old should be left alone to look after themselves, it’s just wrong.

“Well your nanny’s just taking some time off at the moment, so we said that we’ll fill in for her instead. I can promise you now that you’ll really like it here. We can play games, watch TV, bake cookies and read stories.”

Tim now looks conflicted, like he really likes the idea of being here but there’s something nagging him that’s stopping him from accepting it. “What happened to my arm?” He holds his arm up in front of Dick to show him the splint like he hadn’t already seen it.

“You hurt your wrist by falling over the other day. It’s okay though, in a few weeks time it’ll be all better.”

“But I don’t remember doing it.”

“You were in a lot of pain when it happened and sometimes when people are in a lot of pain they often don’t remember things. That’s all that’s happened to you, you can’t remember how you hurt your arm because you were in pain. Don’t worry though, it’ll all be better soon enough.”

Tim makes a face that shows he isn’t convinced at Dick’s explanation, Kon couldn’t help but crack a smile at it, even as a small child Tim still sees behind things than what they really were. Thankfully he doesn’t ask anymore questions about it.

“You hungry Timmy? How about I make you a sandwich?” Dick asks standing up straight now that it appears that Tim is relaxed enough around them without panicking too much.

“My name is Timothy.” Tim says frowning at Dick.

Dick looks down at him, “Well ‘Timmy’ is just another name I can call you by. I can call you Timothy if you prefer that?”

Tim blinks up at him for a moment before he’s shrugging his shoulders, “Mom and dad only ever call me Timothy unless we are at a party, I get called Tim.”

Dick beams at him, “Well now you’ve said that I’ll call you nothing but Timmy from now on. Anyway, how about a sandwich? Do you like PB and J?”

Tim’s face lightens up at hearing that and he’s nodding enthusiastically, “Yes please!” There’s a pause then as if Tim caught himself doing something he shouldn’t be, his face falls and he looks a little sheepish, “Is that okay?”

Dick looks back at him from where he’s gone over to the counter, “Timmy it’s fine. I’m going to make myself one anyway.”

He makes quick work of making the sandwiches. Once done he carries two plates over to the table where the others were sat. Dick places a plate in his place before placing the other plate next to his, he moves around and drags a chair to where he’s placed the second plate. Dick looks down at Tim and motions to the chair, “Can you get up by yourself kiddo, or do you want help?”

Tim shakes his head and goes towards the chair, “I can do it thank you.” Dick backs off but hovers around just in case something happens.

Somehow Tim’s able to pull himself up onto the chair and sets himself upright. Dick gently pushes the chair in a bit and moves to sit back down. Kon watches as Tim eyes up the sandwich in front of him and he couldn’t help but smile at his face as it lights up at seeing the treat. It’s when Tim reaches the sandwich that he seems to remember that there are other people in the room. His hand freezes just above the food as he looks wide eyed at each of them, Kon takes note that he doesn’t seem as scared as before, his look is now full of curiosity.

Dick recognises this, “Oh yeah, my name is Dick and these Timmy are my brothers, Damian and Jason,” he gestures to each one as he says their name, Jason gives him a tight smile and Damian ignores them in favour for his phone, “and this is Conner, a family friend.” Conner gives a small smile and a wave of his hand. He feels slightly offended to be deemed as a ‘family friend’, but he knows it’s for the best, how the hell were they supposed to explain that Conner is actually his older self’s boyfriend. Yeah, it’s just easier being ‘family friend’.

Tim smiles at them, “Nice to meet you.”

Tim’s polite greeting has a few faces being made, Tim thankfully misses them as he’s now invested in his sandwich. It seems wrong for a four-year-old to be so formal and polite. He shares a look with Jason who simply shrugs at him, Dick was watching Tim with a small smile as the toddler eats his food as best as he can without getting it smeared over his face and hands. Kon has to admit the sight was adorable.

They all sit in silence as they each finish eating their meals. Tim fails his task of keeping his hands clean as he eats, by the final square of his sandwich (Dick had cut it into four squares) his fingers were somehow covered in the sandwich’s fillings.

Kon’s attention was drawn away from Tim when he once again hears footsteps within the Manor. He looks at the door way right up until Bruce walks through into the kitchen. The man stops short when he spots them all gathered at the table, taking in the scene before he does anything.

“Hello father.” Damian greets him once he spots Bruce in the kitchen, that prompts the others to turn around and look at him.

“Hi Bruce!” Dick says cheerfully.

Bruce continues to stare at them, “Boys.”

Kon watches as Dick and Bruce do that thing where they have a silent conversation with each other. He also notices that Tim has significantly stiffened up from where he was sat. With his sandwich in hand Tim stares over at Bruce, that look of fear was back on his face.

Seeming to be done with their silent conversation Bruce looks at Tim and smiles at the toddler, while it’s kind of creepy to Kon to see Bruce smiling he knows that it makes him seem less threatening to kids and in this instance, Tim. Bruce walks over and crouches down by Tim’s chair, “Hi Tim,” he says softly still smiling, “Do you know who I am?”

Tim drops the sandwich he was holding and blinks at the man before slowly nodding, “You’re Mister Wayne.”

“Yeah that’s right, now do you understand why you’re staying with my family?”

Again Tim nods in answer, “You’re looking after me while my parents are away.”

“That’s correct.”

“But you don’t have to!” Tim blurts out suddenly. “I don’t want to be any trouble for you!”

Bruce’s smiles falters a bit before he picks it back up, “Tim I promise it’s no trouble you being here at all. We want you here or else you wouldn’t be here and it already looks like you’ve made friends with the others, it’d be a shame to take you away from them.”

Tim looks away from Bruce and glances around the table at each of them. He looks back at Bruce, “Are you sure? I can look after myself. I don’t want to be any trouble.”

Kon feels his heart beat heavily in his chest, Tim sounded so distraught that he was going to be so much trouble to look after. Now Kon knows this isn’t the first time Tim’s said or felt like it but actually hearing it from his mind regressed self just hurts. It shows that Tim’s feelings of being a ‘burden’ runs way back to when he was little rather than just in recent years.

Bruce is also apparently affected by this because he’s frowning at Tim, “Tim you’re not causing any trouble by being here. If you’re uncomfortable being here I can arrange something for you so you’re not here but not alone. Would prefer that?”

Tim looks away from Bruce and down at his hands, a frown appearing on his tiny face showing his conflicted emotions. After a moment he quietly speaks up in a whisper, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Kon’s chest aches at the sadness he hears in Tim’s voice. Opposite him Bruce puts on a small smile to reassure him, “It’s okay, you won’t be alone here. We’ll make sure that you will always have company.”

Bruce’s attempts at reassurance don’t do anything to ease Tim, he still looks sad but now confused, “Don’t you have work Mister Wayne? You have a company to run.”

The man opens his mouth to respond to him, however Jason was speaking up from where he was sat, “Hey Timmy,” he says, the toddler looks over at him wide eyed, “Do you like to read books?” Tim seems hesitant but he’s eventually nodding his head. Jason grins at him, “Great! Would you like to go with me to our library? We have a whole variety of books, I bet we can find something you’ll like.”

Jason doesn’t wait for a response, he gets up from his chair and walks around so he’s near Tim’s chair. He holds out his hand and jerks his head towards the door, “Come on, I’ll take you there.”

Once again Tim seems hesitant, but then he’s slowly getting off the chair as Bruce stands up and gets out of the way. Once standing Tim reaches out to take Jason’s hand but he catches sight of his still covered fingers. He holds them up for Jason to see, “My fingers are sticky.” He states.

Jason looks like he’s one step away from cracking up with laughter. He gets a hold of himself and says, “That’s okay, we’ll just go and get you cleaned up before going to the library.” Again he doesn’t wait for Tim to respond before guiding him out of the kitchen. He gently nudges Tim out of the door and turns back to the rest of the room’s occupants to give them all a pointed glare before finally leaving the kitchen.

After his departure it stays silent for a few beats until Dick’s speaking up to Bruce, “What we going to do? Tim seems to be in a really delicate state right now. We gotta keep up this lie, that means keeping him away from any news or anything that has the year on it. Tim’s smart, if we’re not careful he’s going to catch on and panic.”

Bruce stays quiet for a moment, probably thinking it through, until he grunts his answer, “I know. What we are going to do is keep up this lie as long as it takes. I still haven’t heard back from the league about Zatanna's return so we’ll just have to play this out. Make sure he’s never alone, make sure he always feels welcome and try to keep him distracted for as long as possible.”

“Probably won’t be easy.” Dick comments.

Kon couldn’t help but agree. Tim is a curious creature by nature, it’ll take all of them to keep the lie going. He doesn’t like the idea of faking it all to Tim but he knows it’s the best option for everyone right now. He’ll do what he can to help out but right now he’s more than grateful that the Bats are involved because he knows that he wouldn’t have a fucking clue on what to do if this happened when it was just him and Tim. Thank god for small miracles.

#tiny tim #Tim Drake #Kon-El #batfamily #fanfiction #part fifteen #sorry I forgot to post this ages ago #oops

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ignitingwriting · 4 years

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Igniting Writing Bingo Challenge 2020, Submission by Benjamin Gallagher

Through the Eyes of an Animal

I was just one of the confused sheep. These humans, as most of our species know, do weird stuff, but to them we are the weird ones! I know humans are the weird ones but they are doing something utterly bizarre – our shepherd, who has looked after us for years, who has never let a wolf lay a single scratch on us, was now hiring these weird looking brightly coated men to start plonking red cuboids onto our limited grass meadow!

My buddies started coming over to me and asking me to investigate with them and soon enough about four or five of them went over to look at what these bizarre humans are doing. After watching my friends nosing around for a while, I decided to join in.

I hesitated when I saw one of my closer friends run away as fast as his legs could carry him. This was very bizarre, weird red blobs and sheep running away? I wanted to investigate further but my friend was a higher priority. I went over to join him on the other side of the field where there were not any sheep – they were all curious of this strange new massive red blob.

I asked him what was wrong and he when he replied I wasn’t surprised. “I didn’t know what it was,” he sobbed. “I thought it might taste nice so I licked it and it made me vomit.”

I had just realised something; what if a human saw him? After a while my friend had calmed down, so I asked him my burning question and after his answer I finally knew what the red blob was called! “Yes, someone did see me, he said ‘Don’t vomit all over the building you fat ball of fluff’! I was offended and frightened at the same time.”

Now I could tell all my friends how much the humans hated us even though they are the weird ones! “Guys, guys, come over here! I have some information about the bonkers humans. The big red blob is called a building AND the brightly coloured humans absolutely despise us!”

Once I had finally told them about my discovery they went off without saying anything, so I followed along and called my vomiting friend to tag along. Now, I know humans are the weird ones after doing this, but we did something just as bonkers as making a building in our meadow. We did something that I never knew our herd was capable of – we started a rebellion!

I didn’t know how experienced my fellow herd members were up until now. I was amazed at the sight; they were all painting pieces of white card with messages like ‘Down with the building!’ on them. It was very impressive considering I have not seen them work like this before. They then helped each other stick their signs in their fur. I was then treated to the sight of them all sprinting chaotically down the meadow…

Urban Legend

There was once an unfortunate soul who had moved from America to see the sights of Great Britain – but not only this, he wanted to live there.

Once he had packed up all his belongings into a moving company truck, he got ready to say goodbye to America for a decade or so. After that, he drove away in his spattered red car.

Soon after, the man arrived at the airport and decided to take a tasty treat onto the aeroplane with him. He went over to the sweet shop, which was bustling with people, and saw someone take the last sugar stick – this was his favourite sweet as there were always little punchy ads on the wrapper, which he loved looking at.

He went over to the woman and asked her if he may have the last sugar stick. The woman found this awkward, so she gave it to him without saying anything. The man, in gratitude, put his hand out to shake.

“Tommy, Tommy Bendish, at your service.” The woman grunted in approval as she shook his hand. Tommy now had a tasty snack to eat on the plane.

Now he had got through security he needed to get onto the plane. Once he was there, Tommy wasn’t pleased by the appearance of the plane. It was a big public one that had lots of people nattering on. Tommy hadn’t been on a plane before but really liked the inside, to his depression this was called first class and his ticket said economy on it. When he found the economy, he was extremely disappointed.

Tommy was now seated and ready for take-off. Once he had lifted off the surface, he decided to make time pass by looking at the advert on his sugar stick. It had a picture of a pig then an addition sign. After that there were a pair of wings and it said ‘Flying pigs for sale’. Tommy snorted at the fake ad. He found an eye mask under the chair he was sitting in and fell asleep.

He had a dream where he was in a dark room with a suspended light bulb and a sinister looking man who named himself Dominus. Dominus told Tommy that he was going to be murdered with a double-bladed knife and the last thing he will ever see was him. He grinned and a silver tooth sparkled in the back of his mouth. After this he told tommy to go and that he will meet him when he least expected it.

Tommy was woken up by the sound of a pilot speaking. He was landing…

Tommy found the moving company truck near the end of the car park and sprinted after it. He had caught up and the truck drivers agreed to give him a lift.

Tommy had got to his neighbourhood and by now he was amazed by the liveliness of everyone. His neighbour was an elderly, grumpy guy and tommy was disappointed with this, but this man told Tommy a legend of his new house…

The man called it the urban legend because it was when it had just been finished in construction. “It was when I was 36 years old. I was comin’ home, carrying me shoppin’, when I see a person in the house that had just been built. He was a dang murderer he was – all the builders was dead. I see him lookin’ at me and I took off running, leavin’ me shopping with him, then he came out the door and stole it. HE STOLE ME SHOPPING YOU HEAR ME! He had a double-bladed knife, a silver tooth and… err… oh yeah, his name was Dominus.”

Tommy was frightened. This old man had just described the man from his dreams and maybe it was true, maybe he was still in there. Tommy gathered up his inadequate amount of courage to go inside the house and maybe even discover his uncertain existence. He crept into the house but in a flash, he saw a silver tooth and it all went black…

Dating Disaster

There was once a teen called Timmy; a respectable teenager, with lots of muscle and suntan, but sadly for Timmy the girls at his school only want to have the best of the best. Timmy was probably overlooked a bit too much but for middle school he was very fit.

After putting some thought he recruited a friend who he asked to go over to the largest group of girls he could find and say that Timmy has such big muscles or something like that… As expected, it didn’t go down well so Timmy’s friend suggested that he did online dating. Timmy snorted – this was a rubbish idea… or so he thought!

Timmy’s friend, whose name was Bob, came round to his house after school and went on a website where you could do online dating.

“Is this a joke?” Timmy was clearly annoyed that he had to make an online account to find someone that liked him.

“Well, it’s a joke if you don’t want to have a girlfriend.”

Timmy started raving for about 10 seconds before his mum shouted up to him, “Stop shouting or I’ll have to call Bob’s mum to pick him up!”

Timmy was pleased at the chance to send Bob home, so he shouted louder. His mum, again, said that he was on his final warning. Bob pleaded him to quieten his anger so he could stay but Timmy was merciless. Timmy’s mum told him to apologise to Bob for making her send him home. Timmy gave an insincere apology.

Once he got back to his computer, he tried to delete the tab, but it was a locked one where you can’t cancel or delete it. Timmy reluctantly entered his details but after six or seven questions he lost his patience and started filling in random boxes and carelessly ticked boxes without reading the criteria to check it.

Once his account was set up, he decided to look at who was on there. A few girls were on the local sector, but Timmy was looking for a girl that was astonishing. After about 10 minutes of scrolling he decided to just play Roblox than bother trying to flirt with some girl he wouldn’t have even met before!

On Roblox he had a notification – Timmy loved these because had loved being up to date on everything. His face darkened as he read the message: bobda_builder123 had friend requested him. This was Bob. Timmy knew that he was going to: make him feel guilty, start getting mad about what he did or ask him countless questions about if and how he set it up!

Annoyed at the request, he declined; Timmy didn’t want to be friends with him anymore. Meanwhile Bob was watching TV when he got a reply from Timmy on his mobile. The spiteful message said:

‘Bob, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I am very mad at you about how you forced me into making an account and made me set it up. If you message me, you will be blocked, and I don’t know why you would try and friend me on Roblox if you made me mad the last evening before. I hate you now.

Lots of hate and broken friendship,

Timmy’

Bob couldn’t stand it; he threw his phone on the floor and it smashed. His mother came in. Bob’s mother was the meek and nervous sort of person. When his mother came in to ask what the noise was, she was presented with an answer on the floor. Appalled, she looked like what a person would look like if they had a zombie biting their behind repeatedly.

Bob’s mother was about to unleash her temper on him. She looked up at his face to confront him when she saw his expression and cowered. She decided to deal with him when his temper wore off. Bob was on the verge to tears when his mother asked him if he had a brain because she wasn’t buying him a new one. Bob’s spirit was destroyed – he darted upstairs and hid under his duvet to muffle his howls of despair.

Timmy was back on his desktop looking for a date. After a bit he decided to see if his crush, Diana, was on there. Timmy expected she wouldn’t be online, let alone online dating – he thought that she was so beautiful that she would already have a boyfriend, but like heaven, his hellish expectancy was incorrect.

Timmy fell out of his chair – fortunately his bedroom floor was extra soft carpet in case he fell off his bed! He got back up and looked at her profile description. The words were godly: looking for a boyfriend. Timmy asked her to date and he stared at the screen waiting for a reply. None came but at last he got a reply:

‘I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are and it says you’re an adult. I’m only 14 and you have no favourite hobbies, so I'm sorry but I can’t date you.’

Timmy had waited three whole hours just for someone to stab him in the heart. Timmy had realised the error in his ways; he didn’t and did check boxes without reading any. He must have ticked one that said that he was an adult and one saying he doesn’t have any hobbies. He had paid the price for his carelessness. And there he was, under his covers sobbing, just like he had left Bob.

Questions Only

Once upon a time there was a teenager called Andy and he wanted to buy some groceries from the supermarket, so he decided he would go early the next day because there won’t be anyone there and that’s good because of the horrible anorocvirus and Andy didn’t want to get it!

The next day he went to the supermarket to get the items on his shopping list, which were:

Carrots

Apples

Bananas

Cheddar cheese

Cabbage

Shortbread

Sourdough

Honey

He was about to take a trolley when he hesitated and drove back home, which was a 30 minute round trip! Andy had a pair of gloves, a face mask, a tub of hand gel and some anti-bacterial wipes. He squirted and then wiped the handle of the trolley before even attempting to touch it, he then put on his gloves and face mask. After that, he grabbed the handle of the trolley and went inside the supermarket.

The shelves were almost bare and the displeased cashiers were at their stalls waiting for someone to come and buy something. They all looked miserable when Andy looked at them, he wanted to cheer them up, but he wanted to make things as quick as possible, so he rushed around seeing literally no life at all.

Eventually he got to the last ingredient on his list, so he walked over to the aisle that had honey, but there was only one jar left. There was another person browsing in that aisle and he looked like he was also going for the honey! Andy didn’t want to be mean and take the honey while the other man was looking at it but he also didn’t want to leave the store without a jar, which was a shame because the other dude looked the same – he also was quite desperate to get his hands on some honey too.

Andy decided that he would try and spark a conversation with the other guy to distract him from the honey and sweet talk him into making him give it to him. So, he started a conversation like he planned to.

“Oh, hello there, are you feeling ok today?” Andy asked.

“Oh yes, just a bit tired from getting up so early to buy my stuff when there aren’t many people around – and you?”

“You know, neutral, not too good, not too bad – hey, I didn’t catch your name, what is it?” Andy was already running out of ideas of what to talk about.

“My name is Jimmy and your name is…?”

“Name’s Andy, nice to meet you, Jimmy – hey, I was just wandering if you were going to take that honey?”

Andy felt like he didn’t waffle around enough and the man also knew what he was doing so he said, “Do you want the honey or not?”

Andy replied, “Are you just going to give it to me?” and the man was getting annoyed.

“Here just take it.”

Andy went home and used his honey in a special breakfast and ate his shortbread after. He was delighted, but at the same time he felt selfish for taking the poor man’s honey and started to question what he did…

Time Travel Unravelled

Meet Maudie; she loved watching movies about people who made machines to time travel and get stuck in the past, or travel to the furthest future to discover unique traits of the futuristic people.

Maudie loved watching these sort movies because they were what kept her entertained while her dad is away. Maudie’s dad worked 16 hours a day and usually rented somewhere really close by to stay, so Maudie only got to see him on weekends or holidays. But little did she know that her father was making her greatest dream come true…

Maudie was waiting at the front door because it was the first day of Easter holidays and she knew that her dad would be back soon, so she made a coffee and a card for him and was now waiting at the door to welcome him to his proper home, not a rented house he had to stay in close to work.

Maudie’s dad eventually got there and saw his precious daughter waiting at the door. He grinned at her through the window. He was still wearing his worn-down lab coat that he did all his explosive experiments in so there was lots of dust over it. Not the dust in the back of the radiator – the sort of dust you get when you stand in-front of a harmless-bomb-that-just-went-off type of bomb. His hair was a dull grey and crazy like a cartoon mad scientist.

Maudie ran over to him and squeezed him so tight that her father could hardly breathe for a few seconds. Once she let go, she gave him the card that she made but the coffee had already gone cold, so she poured the coffee down the sink.

Maudie’s father told her he had big news and Maudie was curious, so she decided to sit down on the sofa with him and let him reveal it to her. She was amazed when she heard him but didn’t believe it. Maudie thought her dad was joking but by the serious and excited mix of expressions on his face she could tell that this was the truth. Her dad’s business has reached a whole new league of technology. They had invented a time travel machine, but Maudie’s dad made her swear not to tell anyone because they had not yet revealed it to the world and they didn’t want the news to spread through a rumour, they want a big ceremony that presents it to Earth’s population.

Maudie was so excited that all her sci-fi movies had come true and it was very hard not to tell anyone else, even though she only saw a few people every day. Maudie needed them to reveal it within the next two weeks of the Easter holiday because there was no way that she would not be able to blab it out to everyone in the school. They probably wouldn’t believe her anyway, even if she was head girl. (Maudie was ten, so she was head girl of primary school not secondary school.)

One week later Maudie hit the halfway line of the Easter holidays and she was bursting to tell everyone but she couldn’t let her father down. Her mother had died when she was seven so she had a babysitter for most of the week. Maudie was determined to not tell her dads secret, but her mouth was at war with her thought on that.

On the last day of the Easter holidays Maudie couldn’t be more relieved about what she had seen on the news that evening. Her dad was standing behind his boss and the boss was talking into the camera when he said something that would have made Maudie scream if her father didn’t tell her his company invented time travel, but it wasn’t the company but Maudie's father himself because when the boss stepped out of the way to let her dad talk he told everyone that he was working on this in secret and only showed it to his boss this morning. He also said, “Unfortunately, we have lost someone within this extraordinary and secret project; our CEO. Not only did he command us and bombard us with work, but he would tell us to go to our boss/director of the company and face harsh punishments, such as only getting half of our wages. But his greed to try it out first has got him lost. But not just where is he, when is he?”

There was a massive round of applause. It was so loud that Maudie had to turn the volume down on the television. She was then known as the daughter of ‘The Inventor’ – yes, that was her father’s new title.

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Tommy Chong Talks Cheech & Chong Delivery Systems, Old and New

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Smoking more now but getting high less? The iconic comedy duo Cheech and Chong have always had a solution. The very names Tommy Chong and Cheech Marin are synonymous with weed culture. When The Simpsons ran an episode on dispensaries being legalized in Springfield, they referred to stoners as “Cheech and Chongs.” The pair won’t be selling out of the back of an ice cream truck, like they did in Nice Dreams. Cheech & Chong are doing it legal. They even got a license.

Together with Five Point Holdings, they will license the Cheech & Chong Brand to open dispensaries. Right now they’re going for licenses in California, Nevada, Arizona, Illinois and Washington. The dispensaries will feature cannabis products from both Tommy Chong’s Cannabis and Cheech’s Stash brands. The outlets will also be the first place to purchase Cheech and Chong clothing and memorabilia.

The duo goes back to the late 1960s. Chong had been the guitarist and songwriter for the Vancouvers, a Canadian band signed to Motown. When the band broke up he formed the improvisational group City Works. Southern Californian Mexican-American Richard “Cheech” Marin moved to Canada to avoid the draft during the Vietnam War and joined the group. They rolled weed culture in a big bambu, toured and recorded massively successful albums. Their bits altered the consciousness and the history of standup comedy at a time when the art form was going through some of its most expansive and experimental period.

Their movies – Up in Smoke (1978), Cheech and Chong’s Next Movie (1980), and Nice Dreams (1981) – most of which were directed by Chong, lampooned the legal limits imposed on marijuana, and defined the paranoia which surrounded pot for non-white smokers. Cheech went on to direct, write, collect art and act in more than 20 films, including Once Upon A Time In Mexico, and television series like Nash Bridges, Lost, and Grey’s Anatomy. Chong did a regular stint on Fox’s That 70’s Show and an irregular one at the Taft Correctional Institution. He’d gotten caught in a government sting on drug paraphernalia in 2003, signed a plea deal to protect his family and served nine months. Chong consistently promoted the medicinal benefits of marijuana while battling prostate cancer, touted its recreational values and fought for its decriminalization.

John Ashcroft may not like it, but now you can score from the Man himself. Tommy Chong spoke with Den of Geek about smoke, mirrors and rock and roll.

DEN OF GEEK: Have you tried all the strains in the Cheech & Chong brand?

TOMMY CHONG: Probably, but I lose track. People always ask, “What’s your favorite strain?” and I say, “Anything handed to me.” My favorite strain is marijuana. My second favorite strain is cannabis.

You’re on your way to being the Paul Newman of pot. Do you see spreading your seeds as a spiritual calling?

Oh, absolutely, absolutely, but only if I’m asked.

How is this different from Tommy Chong’s Cannabis or Cheech’s Private Stash?

It’s a combination. People got hooked on Cheech’s stash. It’s there. It’ll be there with the locals and everything. But the whole thing, it’s going to be a store and so we’re going to have everything in there. And then we’re going to have new products that we’ve come up with. Cannabis is the main thing and our names are there to give people assurance that you’re not only going to get the best quality but you’re also going to get a few laughs.

And for those autograph seekers and people that are collectors, autograph collectors, I started sketching little cartoon figures so I’m getting deluged with requests for my sketches. And people are sending me free canvases. I had a postcard made up that says the sketches cost a hundred bucks. If they pay it, fine. If they don’t, that’s even better.

I read that you used to give away pot to your opening acts. Did you actually start the dispensary to liquidate your personal stash?

That’s a good question. Yeah, actually. The thing about weed, it’s got a hell of a shelf life. I mean, I’ve got weed here I think it’s been 30, 40 years old, and I smoke it and it works. But you know what happens is, if you smoke a lot of weed, you become an easy high. You know what I’m saying? I’ve been around people, they can never get enough but they can never get enough of anything, be it weed or food or whatever or anything. They’re just people that have a high tolerance. With me, I’m a lightweight. I’m a one-toker, that’s it.

Lucky you. Where is the legalization battle now?

We’re looking to take the stigma off it. Get it legalized federally so we can bank our money, so we can join the corn and barley and the rest of the cash crops. That’s all we are. We’re just a cash crop. We’re an agricultural product, that’s all. It’s no different. Treat us like aspirin. That’s a product from a tree. So, that’s what we want. Take away the racist quality of it and then we’re fine. You take racism out of the country, we’re going to have a nice country. Because right now there are too many little racist things all over the place and this Black Lives Matter, they’re getting rid of a lot of it. Finally, the Washington Redskins are going to change their name.

I’ve been on that bandwagon for a long time because it’s horrible. You know why they called it Redskins? Because there was a bounty on natives for a long time, and so the red signified the blood. So, in order to show that you had killed a native, you took a piece of the skin. Like they did in the old days, they took scalps, you know? The red blood was the red skin to signify blood. Not the color of the man but the color of the blood. It was a bounty. I mean, back in the day natives did the same thing. They scalped white settlers, white people too, for the same reason, so they had proof that they killed or at least scalped somebody. But no, it’s a very militant, racist memory. And then they got a logo of an Indian on the helmet itself. So, no, there’s no place for that kind of racism.

If pot is decriminalized, where are for-profit prisons going to get their free labor?

Exactly. I mean, that’s what Trump was trying to do with the migrants, stick them in prison. You get that free labor. But listen, the drug laws, the cocaine and all that shit, you’re right, it’s all been done on purpose. A lot of them are designed purposely to create that labor force.

You were the only first-time offender caught up in Operation Pipe Dreams and you went under the Bush policy on mandatory sentencing. First of all, were you ever pardoned?

I turned down a pardon. Obama was going to pardon me, but I turned it down because I think part of the pardon process, I may be wrong, is to denounce your crime and say that you would never do that. The reason I turned it down is because it was a bogus charge, it was a racist law, and I’m very proud to have served that time and I’m very proud, really, to have that on my back. They hinted that if I did some anti-drug commercials or something that they could give me house arrest or something. It was all bullshit. I did an anti-drug commercial one time, but it didn’t turn out very anti-drug.

In the ’80s there was this anti-pot PSA on the subways, something like, “My little Timmy is an A-student. He plays on the football team and he works after school. How could someone like him have gotten into pot?” Something like that. I always wondered, and you can tell me, would he have had the energy to do that if he wasn’t smoking pot?

That’s right. Little A-student. Hey listen, we wouldn’t be talking on this cell phone if it wasn’t for potheads. We wouldn’t have had a computer. The computer would have been some dream, if it wasn’t for potheads. Well, look at Steve Jobs and Wozniak. They were big potheads and they would smoke a joint and they’d go, “Oh my God, yeah, here’s what we do, yeah.” So much of our lifestyle. That’s why the legalization thing, it’s just like any other stupid, racist laws that we have that we’re cleaning up as we change administration. One thing about Trump, you got to admit that he did clear the swamp. He did know that he was the Judas goat that we needed to identify the swamp creatures, but he fulfilled that promise.

I read that the first time you got high was after a jazz player gave you a Lenny Bruce record and a joint. Which was the bigger gateway drug and how did they interact?

Well, I used to go to this little jazz club in Calgary because it was really only after-hours place that provided music. It was a private club. And if you brought your guitar, if you were a musician you got in free. I couldn’t play jazz but I was a blues guitar player, so I used to bring my guitar and set it by the door and come in and listen to the jazz. Just hang out.

This bass player, he was a friend of mine, he was a Chinese guy, Raymond Mah, he came back from LA with a Lenny Bruce album and a joint. He handed both to me and I put the joint in my pocket and he lit up one of his joints and it was the first time I ever smoked. I just took a couple of hits and I got so high. Whoa. Then when I went home I did up my own joint. I would just take one toke and it lasted me a month. I had the best time. I’d take a toke and then I’d listen to Lenny and laugh so hard. Oh my God. I played that record for my son and he could not see the humor. He did not see the humor in it at all.

I love Lenny Bruce. He’s a jazz comic really.

Well, jazz clubs were one of the only venues that he could work. There were no comedy clubs. He worked whatever club he could work. But the jazz clubs, The Hungry I in San Francisco, that’s where Lenny worked. He got arrested for saying dirty words on stage. That’s how racist the laws and the cops were back then, they could tell you what you could say on stage or how you could look, how you could dress. It was crazy.

Cheech & Chong came up at the same time as a wave of comedic change was happening: Richard Pryor, George Carlin. Did you see your pot humor as political?

Not really, no. I mean, I was influenced by Lenny but I never had any ax to grind. See, Cheech and I, we weren’t going to be comedians in the beginning. He’s a singer and I’m a guitar player, so we put a band together. Because we’d been doing comedy for nine months, it was only natural that when we stepped on stage the first thing we’d do would be some funny bits.

Well, one funny bit led to another and led to another and led to another. Next thing you know the show was over and we hadn’t played one note. And I realized that, “Oh man, we’ve got something here.” So, I told the band … The bass player was funny. “Hey, when’s our next gig boss?” Because he sat and watched the whole show. But everybody got paid and then we went home and Cheech and I are driving along home trying to figure out what we should call ourselves. I asked him if he had a nickname and he said, “Yeah, Cheech.” And so that was the beginning of a great, great career.

So, in regular conversation you call him Cheech, not Richard?

Yeah, it’s Cheech now. Cheech. Never Richard. His first wife called him Richard because she didn’t want him to be Cheech, she wanted him to be Richard. “Richard.”

Did you see how you were affecting social change, or did you see yourselves as reflecting it?

When we started doing comedy records, that’s when I started doing social consciousness. Like Welcome to Mexico. That was a political thing because at the time they weren’t letting long-haired hippies into Mexico. So we did a bit about Jesus going to Mexico and being kicked out. “Welcome to Mexico. Where are you going?”

“I came to see my children. I have children everywhere.”

Yeah, yeah. Oh God. We had so much fun doing things. But we would do ethnic jokes, but not jokes but bits. Just crazy, and it all came from pot because we could hoard pot. We always had a joint somewhere. It’s funny, we never went out of our way to buy it. It always was there. It’s weird how people, “Hey, you got a joint?” “Yeah, okay.” That’s the way it’s always been. There’s no organization. Like when Cheech and I would record. The first thing we found out after we did “Dave’s Not Here,” we were rehearsing, Lou [Adler] tried recording it live in a studio, but it lost a lot of things. First of all, we had to reset and all that other shit.

So, after one recording session with Lou we said, “We got to record in a mix down room. All we need is an engineer.” And that’s all we did, we did everything with an engineer and just Cheech and I because we needed that freedom to come up with the craziness. Because when you have a recording session, you have to have the music written out, you have to know what you’re doing, you got to rehearse because it costs a lot of money to have people hanging around.

After we did “Dave’s Not Here,” Lou said, “Okay, what else you got?” So, Cheech and I wrote right then, we did “Blind Melon Chitlin’.” I’m getting a lot of flak from that now. Not a lot, but I’m getting some flak for wearing blackface in Still Smoking.

Both you and Cheech straddled the world of comedy and music. So, which tent was more comfortable and who threw the better parties?

When we were just recording, before we became really a touring group, we were hanging out with the Three Dog Night people and going to whatever parties Ed Caraeff had or stuff like that. No, no, we were never into that party. I had been with Motown and our group was very boring. We never partied. And I had a wife. She was my girlfriend at the time. I was married too, so I had two wives. So, we never really did the parties. Let’s take it back. When we were trying to get a record deal, yeah, we would go to the odd party then, but it never turned out well at all. That’s when cocaine was pretty popular and so there would be cocaine parties and they weren’t fun at all. You get too stoned and too worked up. When you’re trying to make it you’re broke. You don’t have any money. So, what you do, you become a hanger-on. You just leech onto whoever’s throwing the party.

We were never consumers, food or booze or anything like that. Actually, what we were doing was collecting bits. We would talk to people and then people would tell us some funny bit then we’d use it, or we’d get an idea to do another bit. But we were just hanging around just to be in the gang more than anything with the Three Dog Night. They knew a lot of the rockers at the time.

Later on when Cheech and I became Cheech & Chong, there were, I don’t know what you’d call them. They’re not really parties but after the show things. Encounters. But even then, both Cheech and I, we couldn’t get too serious with anything because we had a wife and family at home.

I have your unauthorized autobiography. Can you tell the story about the welcome to the neighborhood you got in Harlem?

Oh, welcome to New York. Yeah, Harlem. We were going to perform at the Apollo Theater. Whoa, it was the biggest deal: An R&B group playing at the Apollo Theater. Especially Bobby Taylor because he was from New York and he used to be one of those kids that would go to the Apollo. So, we were all excited. We pulled up in our car. I guess we had a rented station wagon, yeah. And we’re all looking at, I guess it was Patti LaBelle rehearsing, and we’re all there backstage looking, and then we look over and there’s our roadie, he was supposed to be with the equipment. And, “Joe, what are you doing?” “Oh, watching this.” So, we went running out there and sure enough they’d broken into the car and stole the bass. Wow.

But one time I was walking from the hotel to the Apollo Theater and I come up to this group of people and there’s one guy standing there with a guitar, holding a guitar like he’s going to hit somebody with it. And it looked like he was going to hit me. At first, I kind of looked, “What?” Then I turned around and I seen behind me was a guy with a knife, a bigass knife. Next thing you know, the guy holding the guitar, he takes off running, and the guy with the knife runs and starts jabbing him in the ass with the knife. Oh man. And nobody on the street even looked at it. They just went around their business like it wasn’t happening, like it was so normal. It was whoa, like you say, welcome to Harlem. That was scary.

The Vancouvers’ Bobby Taylor was an amazing singer. I know he discovered The Jackson 5 and you guys toured with them. You co-wrote the hit “Does Your Mother Know About Me,” and it builds to this beautiful chord that changes the entire flow of the song and it comes out of nowhere. When you’re writing something like that, what comes first, the words, the melody or that chord?

It was a poem. I wrote a poem. That’s how I write, I write poetry. And Tom Barrett, our composer, we were doing his songs and he looked at my poetry and said, “Do you mind if I take this with me?” He went home and he wrote the first part.

Then he came back to Wes and I, the bass player, and he said, “Now, I’m trying to do the bridge and Wes says, “How about … ” and he played the note, and it’s a major note. Well, it could have been a minor note but I played the major chord with the note because I’m not that versed musically. I’m more of a poet. And so I played a major chord and Tom Barrett goes, “Oh, I like that, I like that.” And it’s backwards, major minor instead of minor major, and he loved it.

Then that kicked it off for the next chorus and then he did it again. That change itself made that song unique. The Tower of Power, they copied the changes because they loved that major chord. It just resonates and all of a sudden you’re going major. I found out too it’s from a classical music score, that they would do that in classical music.

I was with my daughter’s boyfriend, he’s a guitar player, and we were trying to figure out the chords of this one song and he told me a lot of it’s from the classical, if you have classical training. And I think that’s what Tom Barrett loved about that chord too, because it had a classical music sound to it. But yeah, it worked really good.

It’s a beautiful song and that chord is what really propels the whole thing. Can you talk about jamming with George Harrison and Klaus Voorman and Ronnie Spector on “Basketball Jones?”

Well, I never really did because we would lay down the main track and then they’d come in and do their parts. So we never really jammed. Just like The Jackson 5. We were on tour with The Supremes. But when you get your group, man, that’s all you play is your songs. Unfortunately, we never had a chance to jam except when I had that after hours club in Vancouver. That’s when we jammed with some real fucking heavies. Unbelievable. I’ll tell you one story. My club was downstairs from a hippie club called The Retinal Circus and one week James Browne was in town. He was playing at the big stadium, The Gardens Ballroom or The Gardens. Anyway, James’ whole band was there. He had a big 16-piece orchestra.

So, they all came down to the club after and they’re on stage playing with us, with our band. We had a horn man. We had all sorts of people up there. And upstairs The Rolling Stones were appearing and they hardly got a crowd because James Brown was in town and Vancouver was a big R&B town at that time. The psychedelic music, and especially the Stones, they were just not happening at the time at all.

So, I looked up, my brother gave me a sign, I looked up and there’s Ron Wood standing there trying to get in the club. It was packed. I didn’t see Keith or Mick, but Ron was standing there waving at me and saying, “Hey man, can you get me in?” The club was too packed and I just ignored it. So, the Stones never got into our club that night. Oh man.

You got high with three of The Beatles?

Yeah, I got everybody except Paul. I smoked with George many times, many, many times. Every time we’d see each other. He was a guitar player and I’m kind of a guitar player and he really respected Cheech & Chong. He loved what we did. At that level. Like Bob Dylan, he really respected Cheech & Chong too because he saw what we were doing. We were different, unique. We weren’t chasing some kind of fad, we were creating.

I smoked in front of John Lennon. He was sitting on the floor. He’s so funny. I offered him a toke and he said, “No man,” he’s worried about his immigration problems. And who else? Oh, Rod Stewart came in and he refused to smoke because of his voice. And Ringo. There’s another crazy story, Keith Moon. We were getting high in front of Ringo and Ringo was in rehab. He was trying to get rid of an alcohol problem. Paul was the only one. And I put out the word and I’ve got friends that know Paul, that did his videos and that, and they told Paul and Paul’s ready. Whenever we’re together, we’re going to smoke. The only Beatle I never got high with.

Carl Reiner died the other day. His and Mel Brooks’s “2000 Year Old Man,” along with Abbott and Costello’s “Who’s on First” and your and Cheech’s “Dave’s Not Here” are encapsulations of the duo styles. So, who were you following as a duo and where do you see yourselves in the comedy duo history alongside Laurel and Hardy and Key & Peele and Martin and Lewis?

Well, believe it or not, my influence as a duo was the Smothers Brothers. It was Tom Smothers. He played that dummy. I really liked Tom. I liked the way he interacted with his brother. Yeah, that was the only one. Nobody else. We got one compliment one time from Jerry Lewis. They were telling Jerry Lewis, “Hey, there’s no more comedy teams,” and Jerry said, “Oh yes there are.” They said, “Who?” and he said, “Cheech & Chong.” And it was Jerry Lewis. I like everybody.

But we were never that kind of Carl Reiner/Mel Brooks type of delivery. That was really radio comedy where you get out in front. Although Smothers Brothers, I just liked Tom’s attitude with what he had. Cheech and I, our whole thing was unique. We never really copied. Everybody copied us.

We’ve been told by so many people, moviemakers especially, Tarantino and Spike Lee and all these guys, they really appreciated our movie making skills. In the movies, I was influenced by Jerry Lewis because Jerry Lewis used video when he shot his movies and he was the only one to do it. Then I did it and now they shoot movies with video.

Who do you see as the next generation Cheech & Chong?

I have no idea. Key & Peele, they had a shot but then he made that movie and I don’t think we’ll ever see that duo again. As far as comedy goes, I guess Dave Chappelle is a must-see because he’s so wise in so many ways. But I love Kevin Hart. He was a judge on Dancing with the Stars, and when I did my tango he gave me a 10. It was the only 10 I got, from some other comedian. So, I love Kevin Hart because of that. As far as comedians go, my hero for standup was always Redd Foxx. I knew Redd Foxx personally. That was one show that I made sure I saw. I saw Richard Pryor live when he was in the clubs and I saw Redd Foxx in the clubs.

To this day, I have never seen a comedian like Redd. Redd did two hours when I was there. One hour he had the crowd so high they were screaming, laughing so hard, and then he brought them down. He brought them down so much that they were running, literally leaving the club, getting out of the club. And he did it on purpose. Then he opened the door and people would leave and then he went back on stage and did another hour. To this day, I’m in awe. I could never do it. I got to the point where I’d do a good solid hour, hour and a half if I had to, but never like Redd Foxx.

Do you think it’s different doing standup as a duo? Is there less pressure because you’re bouncing off each other?

Oh yeah. You got more control. You entertain each other. Cheech and I always did. Even to this day when we go now, I’ll do some bits alone and I swerve like crazy, I go all over the place. And Cheech, he’s backstage, like old days. We broke the mold. Now, it’s sort of like our golden oldie set

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