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incorrectbatfam · 6 months

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Do the batfamily members ever get too into their undercover work? (Undercover in an office and theyre worried about spreadsheets, working in a warehouse and coming home complaining about missing parts)

Bruce: Status updates on your undercover missions. Dick, you first. What have you got down at the docks?

Dick: I haven't confirmed the Killer Croc sightings yet, but more importantly, our catch hasn't been measuring up to last year's. Tuna we're doing okay on, but the salmon population seems to be on the low end. I've contacted the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries but it'll be another 3-5 business days before they can come down and check it out.

Bruce: At least you're doing something to help. Jason?

Jason: Class was okay. I think the kids are warming up to me as their substitute while Mrs. Maloney is out on maternity leave. The average on the last vocabulary quiz was 83.53% so either I'm doing my job right or they need to be challenged. I'm worried about Tristan Lancy, though. He's normally a good student but his grades have been dropping recently and his parents don't seem like safe people to tell. I'll talk to him tomorrow and try to pair him up with a peer tutor if he needs it.

Bruce: Also see if he has any alternate contacts besides his parents. Tim, any updates at the chemical plant?

Tim: If by updates you mean OSHA violations, I could go on all week. We got a batch of new recruits today and they were just thrown into the work—no PPE, no safety training, nothing. This is what happens when you place production over employee well-being. I'm gonna file a complaint after this meeting. Also, I think the union will have something to say about the manager cutting people's lunch breaks short.

Bruce: I see. Damian? Please tell me you found something volunteering at the zoo.

Damian: Depends on how you define "found." While I have not obtained evidence of a mutant larvae black market, I did help some of the animals at the sanctuary make progress with their recovery. Bobo the monkey is healing from his broken arms and we're gradually getting him re-acclimated to climbing higher surfaces. Suzie the black bear was born a little prematurely but seems to be catching up to her peers in terms of growth. Lastly, we got a grant for additional wildcat research and enrichment. As an aside, we are having an educational seminar on European mountain goats this Friday at 3:30 and I expect all of you to be there.

Bruce: I'll put that on our calendars. Steph?

Steph: It's not really undercover work for me, just work. Anyway, yes the newest Batburger location is being used for money laundering. But I really need to vent about the customers for a sec. We don't open until 10 and at 9:30 this morning some moron was banging on our door demanding Jokerized cheese fries. Then right in the middle of the lunch rush, Janie got sick so I had to fill in as the cashier and it was hell. After that, I had to step in between a fight at the drive-thru because the customer claimed we only gave him nine pieces of his ten-piece Robin nuggets and tried to beat up the kid who took his order. And to top it all off, an entire high school hockey team came in five minutes before closing.

Bruce: Cass?

Cass, blowing balloons: Can't talk. Arranging bat mitzvah.

Bruce: Duke, you're my last hope.

Duke: Margie's bringing a peanut butter chocolate cake to the bake sale. I swiped her recipe and we can easily beat her. Her ganache is way too watery and just runs off the top of the cake, which isn't even leveled. She's also trying to do something with a raspberry filling that isn't working at all. It's like she couldn't decide on what to bring. The bake sale committee also asked if we can bring some apple pies because the original baker has to go out of town for a family emergency. I think we'll win if we bring them with some ice cream and a touch of caramel, even though this isn't a contest.

Bruce: Thank you. At least our most critical case has been taken care of.

Barbara: ...I'll save my book launch for later.

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eddiesdiaz · 4 years

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since we all Big Sad rn, how bout Sad Stiles—after fight #37 with Derek, he gives up. Humans don't belong in the pack, and he can't try anymore. He's quiet, and pulls back from the group—doesn't fight with Jackson, flirt with Lydia, laugh with Scott. Jackson walks into a wall when he throws one of his cruelest barbs at Stiles who doesn't even look up from his phone. Stiles misses the next pack meeting and Jackson feels like he's the only one who isn't relieved—and he's lost when it all sinks in.

ohhhhh man. once jackson figures it out, he starts watching carefully, intently. he sees stiles slowly but surely retreat from all of them - gradually, so as not to arouse suspicion - until his new norm for any and all pack members is not speaking to them unless spoken to (which, sadly, isn’t very often).

he still hangs out with scott sometimes, on the rare occasions he can fit him into his busy self-righteous true alpha schedule, and he reconnects with heather, his best friend from elementary school, but other than that, stiles keeps to himself. he quits the lacrosse team in favor of spending his nights in front of the tv with the sheriff when he’s home, and fighting panic attacks when he’s not. (and yes, jackson learns this by lurking outside the stilinski house on more than one occasion. whatever.)

the most fucked up part of it all is that the entire pack - every single goddamn one of them - they either don’t notice, or they don’t care. after all the times stiles has saved their asses, all the shit he went through for them without a single complaint, they just accept his absence like it’s somehow preferable. they toss him away like garbage, and it makes jackson sick and ashamed on their behalf.

he reaches out to stiles as often as he can without it being weird, considering they’ve never actually been friends. he sends him texts that typically go unanswered, has almost painfully one-sided conversations with him during passing period, asks him to hang out whenever he can come up with a reason to, but stiles always turns him down.

in the end, jackson decides to appeal to stiles’ almost compulsive need to be useful, because that’s the root of all of this, after all. so he pulls stiles aside at lunch one day and asks if he can tutor him after school.

it still takes some convincing, because stiles wouldn’t be stiles if he didn’t put up a fight, especially where jackson’s concerned.

“dude, you don’t need tutoring, you get straight a’s,” he says pointedly. jackson’s not even sure how he knows that, because he’s always played the role of the stereotypical jock who doesn’t care about his grades, but he can’t say he’s surprised.

“i did, yeah, but my gpa kind of took a dive after i spent a semester running around on a murder spree against my will.”

stiles is still looking at him skeptically. “why me? both your best friends are geniuses.”

“lydia’s condescending when she teaches, and danny’s a pushover. he lets me give up as soon as i start complaining,” jackson says with a shrug. then, to drive the point home, he adds, “look, please? i need your help.”

stiles makes him swear, three separate times, that no one else from the pack will be making an appearance before he finally agrees.

they end up with a standing study date two nights a week, at jackson’s house, because he figures stiles could use the change of scenery. he makes sure to be the perfect student, and he always thanks stiles once they’re done and politely ignores the way he gets choked up as he says “no problem.”

one night, jackson’s phone starts blowing up with some kind of pack emergency, and stiles’ tension and anxiety is physically palpable in the air as he pauses and asks “do you need to get that?”

jackson doesn’t even think about it as he says “nope,” and powers his phone off before turning his attention back to stiles. “sorry, go ahead.”

derek’s furious at him when he sees him the next day, but honestly, jackson couldn’t give less of a shit. especially when that one simple action had put stiles more at ease, visibly comforting and reassuring him. he’d even given jackson a hug on his way out the door.

after a little over a month of studying together, when he’s confident stiles trusts him enough, jackson invites him to do something else. they just finished their economics homework, and stiles is packing up his stuff when jackson asks “hey, do you wanna go see a movie or something?”

stiles’ heart stutters in his chest, and he’s smiling as he says “sure.”

it’s surprisingly easy, transitioning into being friends with stiles. he skips lacrosse practice to play with stiles instead, because with him it’s about having fun and not about having to prove he’s the best. he spends friday nights with stiles and heather, bowling or playing video games, uncaring of whatever party he’s missing. he walks out of pack meetings on a dime, no matter how “important” they are, when stiles calls or texts to ask if he’s free.

he goes from trying way too hard to make stiles scowl to trying way too hard to make him laugh. it’s a complete 180 from their relationship a year ago, but it’s nice. if jackson’s being honest, it’s as therapeutic for him as it is for stiles. because for the first time in a long time, he has something real, as opposed to some fabricated bond born out of necessity.

stiles shows up at his house one night at 2 am, and jackson can tell he’s been crying. “i need some of your rich boy liquor,” he says by way of greeting. he walks right through the door like he knows he’s always welcome, and jackson just steps aside, because he is.

it’s the first time they actually talk about it, once stiles is more than a little drunk and holding on to jackson’s hand so tight it’s like he’s afraid he’ll up and leave him if he lets go.

“it just sucks. for the first time in my life, i felt like i belonged somewhere, but i wasn’t good enough to prove it to them,” stiles says, and jackson’s stomach twists, because he understands the crippling struggle with inadequacy all too well.

“you earned your place in the pack, stilinski. it’s not your fault they all have their heads so far up their own asses that they can’t see you’re a bigger asset than any one of them.”

“that’s bullshit, jackson,” stiles says, sounding tired and resigned.

“has anyone ever told you you’re a stubborn piece of shit?” jackson asks, but there’s no heat behind it. in fact, it’s almost annoyingly fond. “i’m serious. if i could only pick one person to have my back, it’d be you, stiles.”

in two seconds flat, stiles is in his lap, kissing him hurriedly. jackson melts into it at first, because he’s far from perfect, and this is something he’s wanted to do for awhile now but avoided because he knows stiles needs a friend before anything else. stiles licks into his mouth with a dominant intensity that has jackson shivering, and he almost lets himself get lost in it.

but he pulls himself together, because stiles is drunk and jackson is stone cold sober, and he knows nothing good starts that way. so he pulls away, gives stiles a lingering kiss on the cheek, and takes him up to his bedroom. he gives him some sweats to borrow and tucks him into bed, and when stiles curls up at his side, pulling him close, jackson lets it happen. he figures stiles won’t remember any of this in the morning anyway.

as it turns out, though, stiles has a remarkably good memory of the events that took place when he was drunk. in the morning, after jackson’s given him some aspirin and drained the pain of stiles’ pounding headache, he asks, “i kissed you last night, didn’t i?”

“you did, yeah,” jackson answers, and even though he doesn’t want to, he gives stiles an out. “we can pretend it was a figment of your drunk imagination, though, if that’s what you want.”

stiles is quiet for a minute, but then he smiles almost shyly. “yeah, no thanks. now that i know i can kiss you without getting brutally rejected, i definitely wanna do it again. in fact, i’m gonna go steal your toothbrush so i can ditch the morning breath and do it again right now.”

“gross,” jackson says, but he’s grinning. he doesn’t even wait the two minutes for stiles to make it back; he meets him in the bathroom and kisses the hell out of him, because he can now.

jackson doesn’t withdraw himself from the pack completely, because he’s still new at this and he knows he’s not ready to handle being an omega, but he makes it clear to them that they aren’t where his loyalty lies. that he can’t respect a pack who treats its members like inconveniences and liabilities.

he eventually drifts away from them, just like stiles had, but he doesn’t care. when he needs help, supernatural or not, he goes to stiles, and it’s never failed him and he knows it never will. because stiles is the only person who always has his back, no matter what, and he’s all the pack jackson needs.

#florenceandthemachine #ask #stackson #this is the first thing i’ve managed to write in over a week so thank u for saving me lmao

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