#none of jasons siblings let him live this down

[disillusioneddanny]

Crackling Flames and Humming Electricity

Prompt courtesy of @stealingyourbones Jason gets his neck sliced by Bruce’s batarang. It irreversibly damaged his vocal cords.

Pros: He can still use ghost speak

Cons: None of his family knows ghost speak (as it’s sounds aren’t for living men to understand)

It had been an accident when it happened. That’s what Bruce had said anyway. He had been so focused on saving Joker from being killed by Red Hood that he hadn’t even realized what he had done to his son . That he had permanently disabled Jason in a way that could never be repaired.

The slice to his throat had destroyed his vocal chords. He hadn’t been able to say a single word in over a year now. After a year of vocal therapy, Jason had learned how to do these strange chirps and growls, these weird noises that didn’t seem to come from his throat at all but moreso his very being let out the noises. The only problem was that no one understood what he was saying.

Cass had been a blessing and had taken the time to teach Jason how to successfully sign. She had taken it on as her mission as the only other person in the family who was mute to make sure that Jason could effectively communicate.

He hadn’t been back at the manor since the accident, hadn’t been around Bruce since it happened. But each of his siblings had come to check on him, they checked in on him every so often and they had even managed to develop their own way of understanding the strange rumblings that came from Jason’s body that were now his only form of vocal communication.

A chirp meant that he was happy.

Two chirps was a yes.

A short growl was no.

A long snarling growl? He was pissed and you better leave him the fuck alone.

It wasn’t the best, but it worked when they spoke with him on comms. They couldn’t understand any of the other noises that came from Jason, the wails, the crackling of fire that somehow espaped him sometimes. A sound that could only be described as the sound of smoke itself slipping through the air. They were sounds that didn’t have names, there were no true words to describe the noises that would come from Jason at times.

His family tried. Oh his siblings desperately tried to understand this new way of communication with their brother but none of it was effective. No one truly understood him anymore. Not even Cass could always understand what Jason was trying to explain in his broken sounds and strange chirps.

That had all changed one fateful day, though.

Jason had gone to pick up a coffee from the only functioning shop in Crime Alley. It had just opened a few weeks before and he had been meaning to try it out. Wanted to see the brave bastard willing to open up such a pretty coffee and tea shop in the middle of Crime Alley of places. Something had been tugging at Jason’s gut about the place, almost as though it was calling Jason here, like he needed to be at the coffe shop.

Seriously, though, as he inspected the layout, it looked like the kinda place to be opened in one of the fancier neighborhoods in Gotham, not Red Hood’s home.

Red Hood had managed to keep his operations running even after the accident. If anything, it had made his people even more loyal to him. Those closest even taking the time to learn sign language just so that they could communicate and translate. They had all seen the way he had tried to take down Joker, only for the fucking Batman attempt to murder him just to save the very man who tormented the people of Gotham. Of course, the people of Crime Alley were more commonly his victims, less likely to be noticed if they were murdered, less likely to be taken seriously.

So it had come as a personal offense to all of them when Red Hood had been nearly killed. They had all respected Red Hood even more after it had happened, realizing that not only had he gone against the bat, but he had done it and lived out of pure spite.

Jason slipped through the door of the shop, Phantom’s Oasis it was called and looked around. Dark black metal chairs and tables lined the walls, Boston ivy grew along the charcoal grey walls. Any parts that were not covered by ivy were covered by bookshelves overfilled with books. And while tables and chairs lined the walls, comfy, overstuffed chairs filled the corners with small coffee tables, the middle of the area sat large velvet green couches. It was like it was the perfect oasis for Jason.

He made it up to the back counter where a single employee stood cleaning the counter. He was young, probably just a year or two younger that Jason. He was tall and lanky with deep black hair pulled back in a pony tail, showing off the shaved sides of his head. Cosmic themed earrings hung from his lobes and cartilage and when the man glanced up, Jason was also surprised to find a ring on either nostril in the man’s nose along with a septum piercing. For all that his looks screamed edgy, though, he exuded nothing but safety and warmth. Something in Jason’s very being ached to be close to the man.

Unable to stop himself he released a soft sound, the sound of walls breaking under strong flames. The man’s head shot up and he smiled at Jason before releasing a sound of his own.

It was the sound of the stirrings of a storm. Hello, it said. How are you?

“You know what I’m saying?” Jason asked, only the words came out in the sound of a roaring flame, those of a bonfire finally growing higher and higher. He signed the words as well causing the barista to grin in response.

“Of course I do, we’re the same,” he explained through sounds of a building creaking against harsh winds.

A childlike peel rang from Jason’s mouth unable to stop himself. It was the laughter of a child who thought Robin was magic. The laughter of someone who had finally found someone who understood him.

“How?” Jason asked, tilting his head to the side, his heart racing.

The barista smiled and a single black painted finger nail beckoned him closer.

In English the man whispered in Jason’s ear once he approached. “Because just like you, I died wrong and came back wrong,” he murmured before he pulled away and took in Jason’s form. “It’s why you were drawn here.”

Smoke crackled in the air showing Jason’s curiosity, his confusion.

The barista smiled. “You don’t know what you are, do you?” after a shake of Jason’s head the man smiled. “Jason Todd, you are an extraordinary being that is both of life and death. A being that has lost more than he ever gained but continued on stubbornly, refusing to back down. You were called to Phantom’s Oasis because your core heard my ghost speak and like calls to like.”

Ghost speak? Is that what the sounds that escaped Jason were? A language of those who had died and come back wrong? Or didn’t come back at all judging by the name. The sound of fire crackling filled the empty coffee shop.

“I’m Danny, by the way. Now, what would you like to drink? I can make it real quick, close up shop and we can talk.”

The crackling of a sparkler escaped Jason’s being causing Danny’s noseto wrinkle in amusement. “You’ve got yoursel a fire core, huh?”

Pops and crackles slipped from Jason, showing his curiosity.

“Order first, then I’ll answer your questions,” Danny said in the form of the sounds of electricity crackling through the air.

Jason frowned and started to sign his order only for Danny to push his hands down. “Use your words,” he said quietly. “I’ll understand.” The sounds that came from Danny were reminiscent of an old generator turning on for the first time in years, the electricity hummed the words out for Jason to understand.

Rustling and crinkling of a fire’s flames going out sounded throughout the room. “Vanilla late with sweet cream,” it said to Danny.

The hum of white noise came through in response, telling him that Danny understood as he got to work. He waved a hand causing Jason to look back as the door to the shop locked itself.

“I’m a halfa,” Danny told him through the sizzling of lightning that had just hit the earth. “You are what feels like a revenant. Someone who died a brutal death and came back to seek revenge. You have someone we ectoplasmic entities call a core.”

Jason listened as Danny spoke in sounds of crackling electricity and quiet hums of white noise as he explained ghost cores to Jason. Ghost cores were their very being, they were created in result of the person’s death. In their examples, Danny had died by electocution, it was why his ghost speak sounded like electricity coursing in the air and lighting crackling angrily and wildly. He didn’t need Jason to confirm before he had said that the revenant had died in a fire of some sort. He explained that all ghosts had the basic chirps and growls for ghost speak but that the rest was specific to their cores as they were all different.

It wasn’t Jason making the noises that came out of him but his very core himself. For the first time in a year, though, Jason was finally able to speak to someone without sign, to use his words to explain what happened to him, the pain he had gone through when realizing that his father would rather kill him than let him get revenge. He had finally found someone who understood the ache of not being able to exact revenge on the person who had killed him.

For the first time in Jason’s life, he had finally found someone who understood. Danny had sat there drinking his own London Fog as he listened to Jason’s tell. Responding in chirps, whistles and a gentle hum of running appliances. He gave insight and advice, had even given Jason his number explaining that yes, they could use ghost speak over the phone as well.

He had never felt so seen in all of his life.

Maybe that explained why he kept coming back to the coffee shop. Every day he would come, order his coffee, using a language that just he and Danny knew and curled up on a couch and read for hours, feeling at peace in a way he hadn’t experienced since he had died.

Maybe it explained why he went out on a limb and asked Danny on a date, demanding that the halfa come over to his place for dinner.

Of course, Danny had only agreed if Jason promised to make the halfa’s favorite. The night had quickly ended with their cores singing for one another as their legs tangled together under the safety of Jason’s blankets.

Rustling and crackling of a candle flame sounded through the room as electricity hummed along with it, creating a symphony of white noise that Jason loved more than anything in the world. The noises provided a sense of comfort and safety unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to drown in the sounds, drown in the sounds of Danny’s crackling electricity that whispered promises of happiness and safety. Just as the whispering flames of Jason’s core told Danny stories of love and promises of companionship, holding him close, wrapping around him in a warm comforting blanket.

The air crackled around Jason as he stood in the kitchen quietly making breakfast, revelling in the feeling of Danny surrounding him from all sides.

His fire chirped at the halfa in curiosity. One or two it asked him.

Two, electricity said with a charged hum, thin arms snaked around Jason’s waist.

“I think you’re going to have to invite me over more often,” lightning crackled, a crash exploding from Danny in a way that made Jason shiver in delight.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you leave,” fire roared, flames licking high in the air, causing wood to shatter and break under the heat. Danny just chuckled and kissed the side of his neck softly.

Electricity flowed from Danny along with a series of chirps, whistles and growls, telling Jason he had no problem with staying by Jason’s side.

#dead on main #dead on main ship #dis writes #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp

[captainsophiestark]

Unexpected Guest

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Summary: Dating a vigilante sometimes leads to a few false alarm scares, but Dick Grayson couldn't be happier with how well his partner rolls with his crazy family.

Word Count: 1,410

Category: Fluff

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Crash!

My eyes shot open at the sound of a noise from the living room of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Dick Grayson. The man in question still snored peacefully next to me, annoyingly, but a quick glance at the clock told me why. It wasn't quite 5am, and Dick had been out patrolling until one in the morning. I listened carefully for any other noises in the apartment. I didn't want to wake my poor boyfriend up unless I absolutely had to.

After a few minutes of nothing, I heard another crash followed by a tense voice and what sounded like hushed swearing. This time, I didn't hesitate to roll over and whack Dick on the chest, hard.

His eyes shot open and he was half sitting up when I managed to throw a hand over his mouth to keep him from giving away that we were awake. My wide eyes must've tipped him off to something being wrong, because I immediately saw him shift from sleepy to ready for action.

Slowly, I dropped my hand from his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"There's someone in our living room. I heard two crashes and someone swearing."

Dick nodded once, then motioned with his hands while mouthing 'stay here'. He hopped off the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks from where he'd thrown them onto the dresser, then stalked towards the door with catlike grace and stealth. After a minute, I decided I couldn't just let him go alone, superhero or no, so I grabbed the bat I kept by my side of the bed and followed after him.

Dick popped out the door, and after a moment without hearing anything, I followed, bat at the ready. I found my boyfriend with one hand on his hip, weapons down, staring into the kitchen. I followed his gaze to find none other than Jason Todd in our kitchen, a mixing bowl and some eggs in front of him and a look with a significant lack of guilt on his face.

"What? I was after somebody and it dragged me all the way to Bludhaven. I needed a place to crash that was closer than Gotham."

Dick and I both shook our heads. As the oldest of a very high number of siblings, his apartment had become a second home base for every single other batkid. When we'd finally moved in together last month, he'd warned me I needed to be prepared for things like this.

"Glad you know to help yourself, Little Wing," said Dick with a sigh, waving one tired hand to Jason before turning and heading back to bed. I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me, then headed into the kitchen with a smile.

"My tax for you making me think I'd have to fight off an assailant with a bat at five in the morning is my own serving of whatever you're making," I said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. Jason raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're not going back to bed?"

"Nah. Unlike Dick, I got to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour last night, so the adrenaline dump isn't threatening to put me to sleep. I'd rather hang out with you, especially since you're a better cook than Dick and I combined. I'm not missing out on that."

Jason snorted, cracking an egg and resuming his cooking all the same.

"Dick contributes nothing to your combined cooking score," he said. "I'm pretty sure he's burned cereal before."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. He's gotten better though. We watch the Food Network and look up recipes to make together, and I can trust him with way more than I used to be able to."

"If you could teach him anything it'd be a miracle," said Jason with a snort. I just hummed, trying to pick up some new skills of my own as I watched Jason cook.

"To be totally fair to him, I once forgot what I was doing and strained soup because I was on autopilot for pasta."

Jason barked a laugh, unable to hold himself back, and looked at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" I nodded. "That's pathetic."

I just shrugged. "Yeah. But at least there's not a lot of places to go but up, after that."

"I guess so."

Jason and I chatted as he cooked and I watched, keeping our voices low so Dick could sleep—although, after the night he'd had, he'd probably sleep through a train in our living room. After breakfast, Jason decided to go down for a nap on the couch, passing out almost as soon as we'd put the last few dishes in the sink. I just smiled, threw a blanket over him, and wandered back into the bedroom to find Dick.

It was late enough in the morning now that my boyfriend was officially up and about, stretching by the bed with his hair still a little messed up from sleeping. I grinned and flopped down against the headboard as he crossed the room to the dresser to pull out clothes.

"How's Jaybird?" he asked. "Still a good cook?"

"Still a great cook. And he's good. He seems a little wiped out from patrols and stuff, though. He's taking a nap on the couch right now."

Dick smiled and shook his head. "I get up and he goes to sleep. Typical."

"Clearly he's avoiding you."

"Clearly."

Dick and I shared a smile, and then he sighed.

"I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully Jason will be up by the time I'm out, because I actually have things to do today."

I smiled, shifting on the bed to pull the covers over myself. "I'm sure you can be quiet if he's not. Wake me up when you're out of the shower, okay? A post-breakfast nap sounds too good to resist right now."

My boyfriend laughed. "Alright, will do. I'll wake you and Jason up when I'm out."

"Mhm. Good luck with him."

"Thanks, I'm gonna need it."

I closed my eyes, getting comfortable and ready for my nap, but before I drifted off I heard Dick's shuffling footsteps crossing the room to stand by my side of the bed. A second later, he sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight. I cracked an eye open to squint at him.

"What do you want?"

He grinned at me and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to interfere with your nap. I just... I wanted to say how much I appreciate you, and how good you are with my family. They mean the world to me, but I know having vigilantes dropping in at all hours of the day and night can be a little much to deal with. So thank you for being so wonderful about it, and about them."

I sighed, sitting all the way up and propping myself up on my hands to look Dick in the eye.

"Dick, I love you. And I love your family. Sure, it took a little getting used to some of the vigilante stuff, but the longer I know them the more I love them. You don't have to thank me for anything. They're my family too."

Dick absolutely beamed at me, wrapping one arm around my back and pulling me in for a kiss. I immediately reciprocated, tangling one hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. I smiled into the kiss and a moment later, Dick deepened it. We were right on the edge of escalating into something more, but both thought better of it at the last moment.

"I should take a shower," he said, still looking a little reluctant as he pulled away.

"Yeah, and you should stop interrupting my nap."

Dick snorted, rolling his eyes as he finally stood and headed for the bathroom. I grinned after him as he went, flopping back down onto my pillow only as Dick closed the bathroom door.

I took a deep breath and sighed, a smile on my face, as I closed my eyes for the second time. I heard the water start in the bathroom, and a faint smell of breakfast still hung in the air. I was surrounded by people I loved dearly, and who loved me right back. No matter the scare Jason had given me when he'd shown up, I couldn't ask for a better start to my morning than this.

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[def-ace-ing-it]

Batfam head canons that I need to Expunge

(Some of these might actually be canon but who knows anymore)

• In a kitchen, Bruce Wayne can and has burnt water and has almost caused a building to burn down, all of which were on accident

• HOWEVER. If you sat Bruce in front of a campfire in a forested area and told him he had one hour to put together a meal, he would make the most delicious and nutritious plate you have ever eaten out of fungus and lizards and anything else he could scrounge up. This infuriates Alfred every time

• Bruce’s canines are sharper than most, as does Damian. No, they have not beaten the vampire allegations in or out of costume

• Despite being terrified of them, Bruce knows an absurd amount of bat facts as a way of coping

• Cass has a wide range of musical taste. She often flutters between genres being her favorite and will occasionally loop a song until it no longer gives her dopamine

• Cass wears a lot of bat paraphernalia i.e. bat earrings, bat ears, often Batman merchandise. She’s just very proud of her family and even if she can’t express it in public she wants everyone to Know how proud she is

• Jason mainly listens to punk rock and rap, but he does make an exception for pop punk SPECIFICALLY from the eighties

• Jason is one of the few people who has a direct line of contact to Talia, and while he barely uses it he will occasionally call to get a recipe from her because he misses the food he got while training

• Dick cannot decide whether he wants to keep his hair long or short, and he has considered bringing the mullet back to everyone’s horror

• During one of his rebellious streaks, Dick learned how to pole dance. Nobody but the Titans know this

• Stephanie ABSOLUTELY believed in unicorns as a kid, and though she’s not as much of a hardcore believer she’s still holding out hope with how weird the world is

• Stephanie also had one of those “I hate pink/purple phases”, she’s healing from it obviously <3

• Despite not even living with the Bats, Stephanie is the WORST clothes thief, because she steals Cass and Tim’s clothes which are in turn stolen from the others. Nobody has noticed yet

• Time hates how wearing a suit feels, but he often goes out of his way to make sure all of his suits fit well because damnit he’s gonna look good if he’s gonna be uncomfortable while wearing them.

• Tim hates the smell of alcohol, to the point where he’ll gag if the smell is too strong

• Damian is SEVERELY allergic to pollen because he wasn’t raised around it as a kid, he’s the only one in the family who can be taken out by spring and he gets pissy when it’s mentioned

• Damian has an impeccable sense of smell, more so than any of his siblings

• Babs is arguably the most stable of the batfam, but even then not really because she decided to become a vigilante without Batman’s training which was arguably worse than the rest of the family’s origins

• Barbara could never decide what she wanted to be when she grew up as a kid, she would always switch jobs every week

• None of the batfam is straight or neurotypical, let’s just state that here

• Everyone has an Assigned Color for galas and other public appearances, outside of that barely anyone wears their assigned color. All except for Bruce, whose wardrobe is exclusively made of black turtlenecks and the occasional dark grey hoodies because he refuses to wear anything other than his Assigned Color

• There is a persistent game of tag happening exclusively on patrol with a long list of rules to keep things “fair”, currently Tim is It. They’ve kept this from Bruce, but Alfred knows and is the one to remind them every patrol

• Somehow, Stephanie is the only one who hasn’t been It yet this cycle, and Jason has been It ten times so far and he is pissed about it

I have just… so many thoughts about them

#I don’t know Duke well enough to write headcanons for him :/ sorry #one of these days I’ll read more comics with him in them but until then #bruce wayne #batdad #batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #damian wayne #long post #dc headcanon #batman headcanon #batfam headcanons

[poetatorturadaa]

Have my back, everyday, fels like home.

jason todd x fem!reader, light angst?, hopeful ending. soeees, I had this saved in notes for a long time, it doesn't have an exact beginning and nor an end, but I wanted to share it. English is not my first language, so let me know If I missed something, I hope you like it. <3

Jason looks at her and his eyes soften with something else, something like tenderness as he watches her take the strawberry from the bowl and chew on it. It's strange for him to think that she was ever interested in romance. It's not that he thinks romance doesn't suit her—he's seen her living with his siblings, she's a sweet, warm presence who can bring out the best in anyone. Hell, even Damian's. But she always plays the role of friend, of platonic confidant. No one seems to be able to see past her pretty face and realize how alone she feels.

Jason is not a poet, nor does his training as a vigilante offer many insights into romance. But he can see that there is something in her that craves attention, to feel loved. It's not Jason's place to fill that void, or at least, he's not supposed to. He then looks away and continues cleaning his motorcycle.

A weight floats in the air. Y/n doesn't recognize it, but the silence becomes too pronounced. It's almost as if even the cartoon on her phone knows there shouldn't be such an absence of words.

Jason's gaze moves back to Y/n's face, who remains focused on the screen. It's like it's easier to pretend that a cartoon is more interesting than whatever else is happening in the room. There's a strange electric hum in the air and her skin tingles when his gaze meets hers. There are so many different possible futures, each of them tugging at her heart in a thousand different ways.

He couldn't say anything, let the energy dissipate and pretend it never happened. He might give in and confess a secret that could turn everything upside down. He could engage in a monologue about the state of his soul.

Instead, he speaks plainly, as if none of these things were possible or even worth mentioning. "Do you want another strawberry?"

Y/n looks at Jason and feels a strange kind of kinship with the silence that hangs between them, even if he's doing her job, making the sound of metal scraping against stone. Still, she can't let herself get comfortable with the silence between her and Jason, and her thumb flicks across her phone to change the cartoon episode she'd just finished. "Yes, of course," she begins, looking at Jason, "So...what were you saying about Dick?"

"Dick seems to think you're keeping me balanced," he says quietly, taking a couple of seconds to extend the now half-full bowl of strawberries toward Y/n. There's a subtle change in her tone, a slight drop in sharpness. It's subtle, but is there anyway. "He thinks you... tame me or something." He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible laugh, though that's completely accurate to her relationship with Dick.

In Jason's eyes, Y/n could only be described as the sunsets that seem to be longer in summer, a cup of coffee with the perfect amount of sugar on a winter night, and the sweet, pungent aroma before the rain. She is able to bring a strange feeling of calm to anyone who crosses her path. And as a close friend of the Bat-family, she is one of the few entities capable of talking reason to them. Y/n has the unique gift of being able to keep all of their tempers in check.

She lets out a small giggle at Jason's words, amused by the way Dick perceives her, oblivious to the fact that Jason actually thinks of her the same way too. "He must know something to think that." She scoffs, her voice as reserved as ever as she turns off her phone and puts it in her back pocket, turning around and placing her chin on the back of the couch to now look at Jason as her hand goes to grab another strawberry from the bowl he's holding. He extended it to her.

"He has this idea that you... calm me down" Jason continues, looking at her now. His expression has softened. "He has told me more than once that as long as you are in the game, I will be fine. That you will keep me in line and make me less destructive."

He pauses, turning his gaze to the metal of the motorcycle, which is now in perfect condition to be used again. "It's actually a little insulting," he says, his voice thick with sarcasm. Y/n brings out the best in everyone, but it seems like no one believes she might be the one who needs to let her guard down.

Y/n discovers that she admires Jason more than she should. Maybe just a second longer, but Y/n is detail oriented. And that extra second was incredibly countable. The vigilante, and his gray-green eyes, tired and constantly expressive, in which she felt that if he looked for a second too long she would get lost again. Distracting hands. His expression was so different and complicated to put into words.

"I think we all need someone to take care of us." She responded softly, expressing between the lines her inner desire to have someone to take care of her too.

Jason's expression changes again. It is something so subtle that it cannot be pinpointed. But the weight is still there. And it's almost as if an entire novel has been written since his last words.

He looks up again and again his expression is hard to read. "I doubt anyone has ever taken care of you." His tone is soft, almost calm. It may seem like a shot to the heart, and maybe it is. But he says it sincerely, he knows that even though he and the rest of his siblings, even Bruce, or many other superheroes, are always there, she doesn't have a person to take care of her like she wants to be taken care of. And she deserves more than that.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #dc comics #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #it's nice to have a friend #you're find me in my tallest tiptoes #jason todd oneshot #reader mirrorball #dick grayson #batfam #batfamily #light angst #angst #hopeful ending

[anxiousnerdwritings]

since we on the ropic of sibling reader can you imagine how pissed bruce + batfam (and alfred, to a degree) would be if like talia ever did get with sibling!reader, she'd be smug af bcuz if bruce's sibling lives in the manor, it gives her a chance to see her love and her ex in one trip. cut to damian standing in the back conflicted that his uncle/aunt has the chance to become another mom/dad but also looking at his mother like "why are you dating my uncle/aunt 😦🤨"

can you imagine tho bruce throwing an aggressive fit if his sibling chooses to date Hal of all people?? Clark, Diana? He's sees the appeal tbh; he won't be too happy, but he sees the vision. Oliver, Dina? another pair of 'sees the appeal'. But Hal???? no no no bruce is shutting that shit down and fast. Barry is really the only safe option and even then he can quite literally sweep his sibling off their feet and away from the safety of the manor.

i want to imagine that the kids feel very strongly against this but also play matchmaker yk?? like some do it to piss bruce off (mainly jason, damian) and a few others do it for the drama (steph + cass by association, dick). the rest are a mix of both.

Talia totally takes pleasure in rubbing it in Bruce’s face that she’s with his sibling now and she loves seeing Bruce affected by it. He’s not jealous that she’s with someone else, let alone his sibling, honestly he couldn’t care less about that. No, it’s the fact that his sibling is in a relationship in general. Bruce is very much the type who thinks that no one is worthy of being with his sibling and no matter what they will never meet his standards for being a romantic partner to his beloved sibling who more than deserves the world and everything else. Not to mention Bruce knows damn well that Talia plans to take the Reader with her eventually and he’s having none of that.

I could kind of see Damian actually wanting the Reader to be more of a mother/father to him, they already act like one to him so why not officially become his second mom/dad. It wasn’t really until Talia was very open with her romantic intentions towards the Reader that had Damian really leaning towards making it all happen. I could also see Damian being very bratty and extremely jealous thinking of the Reader becoming a parent and having a family of their own that didn’t include him. As far as he’s concerned his aunt/uncle is already like another mom/dad to him and to have their focus and affections being taken off of him really irritates and frustrates him to no end. But when Talia mentions offhandedly about taking the Reader home with her, all bets are off and he’s fighting to keep them with him and Bruce. Unless the Reader was actually willing to go with Talia and start a life with her and the League of Assassins then Damian may be willing to go with them, not only to keep an eye on the Reader but also to stay with them as well.

All the batkids have their own OTP ships for the Reader and they would definitely play matchmaker to make it come true. Mush to Bruce’s horror and disdain. His own kids are going against him when it comes to the Reader’s love life. While he believes they shouldn’t have one whatsoever, the kids have their own ideas of what the Reader’s love life should really be. Also, this is all totally happening behind the Reader’s back without their knowledge. And I have no boyfriend that all the Reader’s suitors have and will continue to make impromptu and uninvited visits to the manor to see and spend time with the Reader. Whether the romantic yanderes were in actuality invited by/planned with the respective Baylis shipping them with the Reader or they came of their own accord to be around the Reader is debatable. But it certainly gets on Bruce’s nerves. Hell, even Alfred has his own ship of who the Reader should end up with adding more towards the betrayal Bruce feels with everyone in the batfamily going against him like this.

Just imagining Bruce’s reaction to Hal pulling up to the manor to take the Reader out on a date is so hilarious. I can’t help but see him being the one to answer the door only to slam it in Hal’s face when he sees him. If the Reader is adamant about going out with Hal then Bruce would totally be sat on their bed the whole time they’re getting ready trying to persuade them to cancel or at least go for someone else other than Hal. Bruce just Turing into a bratty sibling is just too funny not to think about. He definitely glares daggers at Hal the whole time he’s there. The only compromise Bruce could come to is either having the Reader and Hal’s date at the manor so it can be monitored or the date turning into a double date with Bruce and either Selina or some random woman he takes out just so he can keep an eye on his precious sibling. (I can’t help but imagine not only Bruce but the rest of the batfamily dressed in hilarious disguises spying on the Reader and whoever they’re on a date with. Or even the respective yandere’s rival suitors doing the same thing too.)

If you think Bruce’s reaction to his sibling dating Hal is bad, imagine how he takes to learning the Reader is going out with Guy Gardner.

#anxious answers #yandere bruce wayne #yandere talia al ghul #yandere batfamily #yandere dc #yandere batfamily concept #yandere dc concept #yandere concept

[mistical52]

DC x DP Crossover

What if the Justice League needed to summon the Ghost King to help them face some big threat, and John Constantine has the bright idea to have someone who's a part of the Ghost King's dominion to pacify the king when he arrives. So Jason Todd is brought in. Because dying and coming back is kinda like being a ghost right?

Feel free to use this as a prompt if you want! But I do have a one-shot written below as well.

Ao3

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The large room in the watchtower was locked down tight. The reinforced blast doors covered the entrance and the windows were shut and sealed. Standing around the painted circle were all the heads of the Justice League along with John Constantine, Zatanna, all of the bats, and Jason’s friends Roy Harper and Starfire. 

Normally the bats, Roy and Kor wouldn’t be involved with some magical bullshit being done by the heads of the J.L. but none of them were going to let Jason go in there without them. Since apparently, Constantine had said that whoever the fuck they were summoning might take it easy on the Justice League for disturbing them if the Justice League had someone who was kinda, sort of, almost, maybe at one point was a part of their dominion. That person just so happened to be Jason. Which freaked him the fuck out. Not that he’d admit that. At all. 

Though he might admit it to Roy and Kor after this mess was over. 

But since Jason had died and come back to life he might still be considered a citizen of the dead, or else he might be remembered for holding that status at one point. Which was what Constantine was banking on. 

Normally Jason would tell him to fuck off but the lives of everyone on Earth were on the line. And since Jason lived on that so-called planet and so did people he tolerated and maybe even liked, he was willing to step up if his being there could help in any way. 

Fuck Trigon honestly. The fact that Raven, their biggest asset for defeating Trigon was hurt and draining herself to hold him at bay had worried the Justice League. They were willing to call in an unknown for backup. They needed someone who could counter magic. Especially since most of the Justice League was susceptible to magic.  

So here he was standing in front of a fucking summoning circle with all of his siblings and his two friends there for support. Even Barbra was here in person. 

Constantine and Zatanna started to chant and the circle and the other symbols started to glow white. As the spell progressed the glow changed from white to blue. The blue then started to transition to green while black lightning started to spark from the circle as an impossible wind picked up in the sealed room. A chill went down Jason’s spine as the temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost creeped out from the edges of the circle as the glow settled on a Lazarus pit green. 

Jason’s shoulders drew tighter at the sight of that colour, but he stayed perfectly still otherwise. 

Zatanna and Constantine stopped chanting at the same time as a loud crack from the lightning filled the room and the horrid green glow from the circle became almost blinding. 

After a second the glow died down, the lightning halted and the temperature stopped dropping. 

The echo of the crack was still bouncing off the walls when a gloopy white hand with long spindly fingers and long claws on the end of each finger reached up from the circle. The claws clicked as they came back down and made contact with the floor of the watchtower while the palm of the hand made a soft wet splat. A second white hand reached up through the summoning circle and planted itself on the floor. Small clumps of the hand dripped onto the floor. Both hands flexed and gripped the ground, claws scraping and leaving scratches on the floor. 

Slowly a burning crown and a head emerged from the depths of the summoning circle. The head hung low and the only discernible features visible were white hair and pointed ears while the dark crown was surrounded by otherworldly fire. The torso followed closely behind the head. The being let go of the ground and rose above it, floating till they were fully through the ground with the painted summoning circle. A long tail followed the torso and slowly moved underneath the being. The end of the tail turned into gloopy wisps that periodically broke off and faded. The being was easily over ten feet tall without including the full length of the tail or how it was floating a foot or so off the ground. The arms of the being were lanky and too long to be human. Most of the body was a cold black that seemed like it just held back an endless void. Patterns of white broke up the black with the hands and forearms ending in a blotchy white. Two bands wrapped around the top of each arm while white covered the sides of the torso. White also wrapped around the waist and splattered the neck. 

Slowly but surely the being raised their head and looked at the people surrounding the summoning circle. 

It’s empty, Lazarus pit green eyes landed on Jason and stayed there. 

Jason felt The Pit jump and he instantly took a step back his heart rate spiking. 

Not here. Not now. He had to stay here. He had to help. Please, not now. He didn’t want the madness and rage to come for him now. 

The being, the Ghost King moved towards Jason not taking their eyes off him. Not even blinking. 

Jason took another step back. He tried to breathe. He needed to calm down. He could feel The Pit making his eyes glow. 

“No,” said the Ghost King in something that was definitely not a human language. Though how Jason understood it was beyond him.

The Ghost King moved forward again, but as the being got closer their form melted and shifted. A cape with stars shining through the underside flared out from behind the king as their form shrunk. When the form settled it was on something almost human, with pointed ears, and a suit with the same markings the being had before. The Ghost King took a step forward, and it was a step, the king now had sturdy-looking white boots replacing his tail. 

“It’s okay,” continued the Ghost King in what was definitely English this time, “Please don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a gentle smile. 

The Pit rose at that statement and Jason took another step back. Even though he couldn’t feel the anger that usually came with The Pit. 

Jason looked into the gaze of the Ghost King and his Lazarus pit green eyes and tried to swallow down his rising panic. They were the exact shade of burning green. Jason didn’t want to be there again. He didn’t want to be anywhere near those waters ever again. Of course, the fucking Ghost King would have eyes the same colour as the Lazarus pit. He was the king of ghosts after all. King of the dead in a way. Fuck. Jason was in his jurisdiction, wasn’t he? He didn’t- he wouldn’t be controlled by The Pit again or anything related to it. 

Screw this, Jason wanted out. He wasn’t going to let himself be thrown into madness again and hurt his family. 

Jason was about to signal to his friends and family that he wanted to leave, but the Ghost King spoke again. 

“Your mark of death isn’t right, but I can help,” the king paused for a second and winced, “Though I lied before, sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to be reassuring. This is going to hurt, but you’ll be better after.” 

Kor and Dick stepped in front of Jason, half blocking him from view while the rest of his family positioned themselves on either side of him. Roy was behind him, arrows ready. Batman was still off to the side, but he had a hand on a few batarangs. 

The Ghost King stepped over the edge of the summoning circle and the other Justice League members snapped into fighting stances. 

“Constantine,” Batman hissed, “You said he wouldn’t be able to cross the circle.”

“Bloody hell! He shouldn’t be able to do that!” responded Constantine, preparing a spell. 

The Ghost King held out a hand towards Jason and twisted it into a fist. 

Jason gasped and clutched his chest, stumbling forward. The Pit felt like it was being yanked forward in his chest. His blood felt like it was paused in motion and pulled towards the Ghost King. Wisps of an oily putrid green seemed to be pulled from him. Jason grabbed his chest tighter, he couldn’t breathe. His veins were on fire. He was only just aware of the fact that he was screaming. 

The sounds of a fight were so distant to him. Jason was just trying to focus on staying awake. Jason closed his eyes for what he thought was a moment and when he opened them his whole world was tilting and Jason was aware that he was falling. He closed his eyes before the impact. 

Jason didn’t know how long he closed his eyes but he wasn’t lying flat on the ground. He was on his knees being held up by someone, his head on their shoulder. The person was rubbing soothing circles into Jason’s back. Jason groaned. Everything ached. He weakly grabbed at the person holding him and he got a handful of a cape.  

“B, you get the number of the truck that hit me?” Jason asked weakly. 

The person holding him gave a soft chuckle, “Sorry, that was me.” 

Jason suddenly realised why the person holding him felt smaller than Batman, and why the cape felt finer. Jason’s head snapped up to see the Ghost King holding him. Jason scrambled back, his heart drumming loudly in his ears as he reached for his knife. 

Glancing around Jason saw that the two of them were encased in a small green dome. Outside the J.L. was trying to crack it open. The sounds were muffled but Superman and Wonder Woman’s punches still caused an echoey boom that reverberated throughout the whole dome. 

“Hood!” called Batman’s concerned voice over the coms. Jason could see Batman near his position in the dome, a blowtorch in hand. 

“I’m awake,” replied Jason, he could hear the sounds of relief over the coms. 

Jason narrowed his eyes behind his helmet as he turned his attention to the Ghost King, “What did you do to me?”

The Ghost King held up his hands in surrender from his seated position, “I’m sorry I hurt you, but it had to be done. It feels better now doesn’t it?” he asked as he tapped his sternum while keeping one hand held up. 

Jason frowned, and then he felt it. The Pit. It was quiet in a way it had never been. It was peaceful. Jason’s frown eased slightly, then it came back. 

“Yes it does, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“You had contaminated ectoplasm in your system, Ancients know how you managed to do that, and I got the contamination out,” answered the Ghost King. 

“Where is it now?” asked Jason. 

One of the Ghost King’s hands rubbed the back of his head. The motion was so human that it threw Jason off kilter for a moment. 

“I uh, I absorbed it,” answered the Ghost King, “It’s fine for me. My system will eat through it in a day. It’s better than just leaving the nasty parts of the contaminated ectoplasm lying around.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” said Jason, who knew nothing about ectoplasm, contaminated or otherwise and how well eldritch beings absorbed it. 

The Ghost King rocked to his feet and Jason tensed. 

The Ghost King saw this and held out placating hands, “That’s it I promise. You’re all clean and from what I can tell you have a clean bill of health. You know, for someone who died. Actually, I’m going to need to ask Frostbite if he knows what you are because you’re not a ghost and you’re not a halfa either,” the last part was muttered but it wasn’t quiet enough to stop Jason from hearing it.

The Ghost King took a few slow and deliberate steps forward. Jason kept his knife in hand and shifted for a better angle to lunge if he needed to. 

Stopping at Jason’s feet the Ghost King smiled and stuck out a hand, offering a hand up, “I’m Phantom. You’re Red Hood right?”

Jason looked at the hand and felt the quiet peace from The Pit.

With a strong grasp, Jason took the Ghost King’s hand and let himself be pulled up. 

“You can just call me Hood.”

Phantom gave Jason a warm smile. Jason was surprised to note that Phantom was looking down at him. Phantom was taller than Jason by a couple of inches, though his build was lean and strong. The Ghost King looked no older than twenty, though Jason knew that appearances could be deceiving in that regard, especially for some kind of eldritch being like Phantom. 

Jason let go of Phantom’s hand and took a step back as he put his knife away. 

A resounding boom shook the dome they were in and both Jason and Phantom looked over to see Green Lantern’s hammer construct pull back for another swing. 

“Do you mind telling them to knock it off? I don’t exactly want to add the Justice League to the list of people I’ve fought,” said Phantom. 

“Hey B, tell everyone to stop. I’m fine,” said Jason into his com. 

“Hood you are not the fine! You passed out!” exclaimed Starfire over the com. 

Jason winced slightly not expecting the volume, “I promise I am perfectly fine. King Phantom didn’t hurt me.”

“J-Hood, you were screaming in agony before you blacked out. If that doesn’t count as ‘hurting you’ I don’t know what does!” said Roy, adding his input. 

Phantom winced next to Jason, “I am very sorry about that. If I knew another way I would have done it.” 

Jason glanced over at Phantom before locking eyes with Harper from behind the dome, “He can hear everything on the coms. He’s sorry and he said he didn’t know how to do it another way.” 

“Do what?” asked Batman. 

“Get rid of the contaminated ectoplasm or some shit,” explained Jason, “Look, we don’t have time for this. We’re on a time limit. Everyone stop fucking attacking the green dome thing,” Jason waited a moment and when the attacks seemed to pause he turned to Phantom, “I assume you made this,” he said gesturing to the dome, “Can you get rid of it? Please.” Jason tacked on a ‘please’ when he realised he should at least use manners with royalty that supposedly helped him. 

Phantom scoffed, “Of course, I can.” 

With a wave of his hand, the dome disappeared. 

As soon as the dome disappeared Dick was by his side looking him over with Superman zooming forward and bodily putting himself between Jason and the Ghost King with a wary gaze on Phantom. 

Dick checked Jason over, lifting up his arms and checking him for injuries. Jason squirmed out of his grip and battered his hands away. 

“I’m fine. Really I am,” he said in an attempt to reassure his older brother. 

“Jaybird,” said Dick as he locked eyes with Jason and used his ‘don’t lie to me’ tone. 

“Really. He helped me. I’ll explain a bit more later, but I am fine.” 

Dick looked at him for a few more moments before backing off and turning his glare to Phantom, who it seemed was not immune to the big brother stare. 

Jason needed to put an end to that. They still needed the Ghost King’s help. 

Jason took a breath then stepped forward around Superman, dodging the hand that reached out for him and stopped right in front of Phantom. As casually as he could manage Jason offered his hand to Phantom, “Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem. I’m here to help. That's why you called me,” replied Phantom with a smile while he shook Jason’s hand.  

“Actually, the ectoplasm contamination wasn’t why we called you,” informed Jason. 

“It wasn’t?” asked Phantom tilting his head, “What else could you need my help with? You’re the only one here who’s died.” 

“If you don’t help us there’s a chance that more will be added to that list,” said Jason grimly. Usually, he’d joke about death. But this wasn’t his own, he wasn’t going to joke about the death of his friends and family. 

Constantine stepped forward, “His name is Trigon. He’s from another dimension called Azareth. He’s a powerful demon that wants to come here and destroy all life or consume it. Most of the Justice League isn’t suited to fight magic. Raven, our best bet against this twat got injured when he reached across dimensions and injured her. She’s doing her best to hold him off so we have a chance to make a plan and gather our resources.” 

Phantom’s face twisted to a frown, “I may be the king of ghosts but I have no interest in watching my kingdom grow like that. If that does happen it will throw out the balance. If the living world is destroyed then so is the Ghost Zone and the Infinite Realms. One can’t exist without the other. Not to mention that I have living people I care about too. What do you need?” 

During Constantine's talk with Phantom both of Jason’s friends and every single one of his family members came to check on him. Even the Demon Brat gave him a once-over.

#Dc #DC comics #Danny Phantom #DP #crossover #dc x dp crossover #Batfam #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Batman #Dick Grayson #Fanfiction #My writing #my fanfiction #Ghost King Danny Phantom #Ghost King Danny #I never know which tag it is #I hope you all enjoy!

[wardenparker]

Preview: Down the Rabbit Hole

Jack Daniels x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Jack accidentally shoots a civilian on a mission he takes on not only the guilt of the man’s death, but inherits his soulmate as well. To you, it’s a dream job with more perks than you can imagine - but for Jack it’s a nightmarish complication. Even more so when he starts to develop feelings.  

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“Jason Howe, 36, born in Northwood, New Hampshire on April 4th.”

Jack winces and curls his hand into a fist as he stands in front of the conference room table. Not having been invited to sit, nor to have the glass of ‘67 Statesman Reserve that Champ has sitting in a glass at his elbow. A drink that Jack desperately needs. “Champ, there was a gun.” Jack defends, although he knows it’s a weak excuse. Statesmen take out the bad guys, not hurt the innocent. And Jack’s killed a bystander who had nothing to do with anything.

"You've been off since Cambodia, Jack." And although Champ knows exactly why, it can't be considered an excuse. He looks back down at the file on the conference table and frowns, then keeps reading. "Two siblings. Parents both living. Soulmate so far unknown." The older man looks up, locking his eyes on Jack. "We're tracking her down."

“Why?” Jack demands, frowning at the mere idea. Statesman had never tracked down a soulmate of anyone before, why start now? “We don’t know who it is, or if they care.” He scoffs. “Better to let sleepin’ dogs lie.”

“I don’t blame you for not noticing.” Champ sighs and shakes his head before finally motioning for Jack to sit. The man is his best senior agent, his quickest set of reflexes, and his closest friend. Frankly, Champ is worried about the upheaval in Jack’s life lately. It’s affecting his perception on a base level, not to mention his work. “You didn’t come out of that fire fight unscathed, and your adrenaline was too damn high for the pain to get through to you.” Running one hand down his face, Champ huffs slightly as he sips from his own whiskey glass but still doesn’t offer Jack any. “The back of your right arm. Just above your elbow. You have a new mark, Jack.”

“Bullshit.” Jack spits, furious at the implication of what Champ is saying. “My soulmate is dead.” He reminds the older man, as if he wasn’t well aware. Hell, Champ was the one who had recruited Jack to Statesman, so he was well aquatinted with his backstory. Until this moment, he would have called the man a friend. Maybe his best friend, even though Tequila likes to claim that’s his title. “Been dead and gone for years. So there ain’t no marks on my body.”

“I don’t mean to say anything against her memory.” Champ holds up one hand in a defensive posture. With the other, he gestures to the large mirror on the conference room wall. “Roll up your sleeve and take a look for yourself. Ginger noted the appearance of scars from minor cuts and bruises and a small tattoo on your arm. None of these marks were found on the civilian that was killed or any of the other dead men that Gamma Team cleaned from the scene. Following protocols, we’re now tracking down any and all soulmates and searching databases for your exact set of new marks.” He knows it isn’t good news. It isn’t good for the agency and it isn’t good for Jack. But, despite it being a long shot, it is now more likely than not that someone out there shares these marks with him. And that makes her both a liability and a potential target. Whoever she is.

Fuck.” Jack hisses bitterly, his shoulders jerking as he shuffles out of his sports coat and tosses it down so he can start rolling up his sleeve. “Can’t Ginger remove it?” He demands, not wanting marks on his body. He hasn’t had any since the day Abigail died and he doesn’t want some other woman’s scars or tattoos on his skin either. He doesn’t have a soulmate and he doesn’t want one.

“Soulmate scars don’t work like that.” He knows Jack knows it, but he also understands the younger man’s distress as he tears his sleeve back to inspect his skin. “As far as Ginger’s nanites are concerned, that’s just your skin. No imperfections about it.”

#Down the Rabbit-Hole #Pedro Pascal #Jack Daniels #Agent Whiskey #Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels #Jack Daniels x reader #Agent Whiskey x reader #second soulmate #Soulmate Sunday

[anawrites3]

I'm thinking about blind Dick today, about how he'd lost his sight during one of the missions and there was nothing anyone could do to help him. He was so mad about this at first, fucking furious. Not only he's not able to protect the city anymore, he needs help doing the most simple everyday things now.

Alfred helped him put his clothes on right; Tim helped him out with eating because he fucking needed help with that too; Jason read to him because listening to TV just made him want to throw the damn thing out of the window; Damian was a warm presence, always at his side that held his hand and lead him through the Manor so he won't walk into things, and Bruce... Bruce was there somewhere.

Dick was trained for it, he screamed to himself, to be able to fight without his senses but this... this was so much different. He couldn't listen for his opponent's breath, he couldn't focus on the sound of their steps - none of that was useful, he was still putting his shirts backwards, he was missing the food on his plate, he was fucking useless and no amount of Bruce's training from before could change that.

More than once, Dick's siblings had to endure his outbursts, his screaming, crying and throwing things. It was a hard time for all of them. Dick just felt so helpless all the time, useless and that made him furious. So many things he won't be able to do anymore, he won't perform on a trapeze ever again...

It took a few months, of living in the Manor with his family helping him every day, of having a new life without being Nightwing, when Dick just accepted his fate. Because, let's be honest, there was nothing he could do. Being angry and yelling wouldn't help any of them and only made things worse so he slowly started to accept the fact that he was blind now.

He learned to live without his eyes.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Slade opened the window and slipped inside the apartment without making a sound. The place changed a bit from the last time he was there but not enough to make it a problem for him, even with the bedroom enveloped entirely in darkness.

Dick was sitting on the couch in living room, in front of the turned off TV and didn't even look in Slade's direction when he walked past the door. He was looking down instead, at the knitting needles he was holding, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was kind of cute, honestly. Did Grayson hope to fight him with one of those things, in a way of greeting?

"Long time no see, little bird." Slade purred out, taking a few steps closer. "Did you miss me?"

Dick's head shot up abruptly, just like Slade knew he would, but instead of looking at him, those blue eyes just flicked in his general direction.

Slade frowned. It wasn't that dark in there.

"Slade... You're back." Dick breathed out. He wasn't as quite excited about it as Slade expected him to be.

"I am. Aren't you happy to see me, little bird?"

Something about his words made Dick's hands clench on the needles just slightly. Dick barely moved his hands but it was still enough for Slade to notice.

"Now is not a good time." Dick said instead of answering his question.

"Oh? We haven't seen each other for almost a year and that is how you greet me?" Slade shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Where are your manners, boy?"

They weren't exactly dating but Slade expected Dick to be a little bit more optimistic about his return. They didn't put any label on what they were doing and Slade was comfortable with that - they simply fucked and annoyed each other on every possible occasion, with a lot of flirting and too-friendly touches that Dick loved to initiate. It was weird to see Dick just sit there instead of jumping him right there right now.

Slade knew that this contract would last a few months, knew that it could get even longer were there any complications - and he told Dick exactly so when he was leaving. "Good" he said then, straddling Slade's naked body with a grin, "we'll finally get some peace in the city". He didn't seem the slightest bit upset about it, maybe except the whining about the fact that he'll miss the sex.

Slade didn't usually take on contracts that long but it was well-paid and on the other side of the globe, and he almost considered it a vacation. They didn't contact each other during that time but it was hardly the first time something like that happened. It was the first time, however, when Dick wasn't happy to see him after he came back from the job.

"Maybe things changed during this year." Dick forced out and Slade's grin slipped completely off his lips.

"Yeah? And what changed exactly?"

"Maybe you're not welcome here anymore."

Slade barked a surprised laugh at that, "Kid, when was I ever welcome? Isn't that what made it so exciting, what made you run back to me again and again? You fucking a mercenary right under your daddy's nose?"

Dick swallowed with an effort and Slade focused on the way his Adam's apple bobbed.

"That's not it." Dick insisted. He looked almost desperate to convince Slade of that and Slade took a few steps closer to him, his boots soundless on the cheap floor.

"Then what is it, Dick?" he murmured softly. "Tell me. If you're worried about Bats being around, he's not, I checked."

"That's -" Dick started before shaking his head. "No. I don't care about Bruce. You should go."

"Maybe I should. But I don't think I will."

Dick still wasn't looking directly at him. In fact, now that Slade walked over to the couch, Dick's eyes were pointed more at his chest than at his face, as if he didn't even notice that Slade got closer.

"Something is wrong. Something happened when I was gone and you're trying to get rid of me instead of telling me what it was."

"Everything is- I mean, nothing is wrong." Dick stuttered, putting the half-made sweater away. "But it doesn't matter anyway. I want you out of my home, Slade."

Slade crossed the rest of the distance in two steps and reached out to gently cup Dick's cheek in his hand. But Dick didn't push his hand away or nuzzle the palm like he would usually do. No, Dick flinched violently, as if he didn't even see the touch coming.

"What the fuck is happening?" Slade growled. "Tell me, Grayson, before I get really mad."

"No. No, get out." Dick's voice trembled. "Get out, get out, get-"

Slade clenched his fingers on Dick's chin and forced his head higher. The kid was trying to fight him, digging his nails into Slade's wrist, kicking at him and doing his best to pull away but Slade was stronger and didn't let him move.

That's when Slade saw it. Saw the way Dick's eyes weren't focusing on anything in particular, the way their blue color was dull and empty.

"No... Dick-" he breathed out, feeling as if someone stole all the air from his lungs.

"Shut up!" Dick yelled and punched at Slade's chest. "Shut up, get out of here!"

"You're blind." Slade said, as if saying it outloud would make him understand it. As if that would make it easier to accept the truth, that Dick Grayson was blind now, that he got injured while Slade was away on a job. "You're-"

"I know that, you fucking son of a bitch!" Dick roared. "Believe me, you don't need to fucking tell me!"

"What happened?" Slade demanded but Dick just pushed at his chest again.

"I'm not telling you shit-!"

"You are fucking blind, Grayson, and you didn't even think about calling me!" He screamed. No, they weren't dating but they were close enough that it's the least Slade would expect from him in this kind of situation. He ignored the weird feeling inside his chest. "What, did you think I wouldn't ever find out?!"

Dick started to scream and curse in Romani and Slade let him, forcing himself to calm down a bit. There was no use in screaming - usually their argument would turn into a physical fight but Dick couldn't see. Slade couldn't even take him to the rooftop without the fear of Dick falling out of the edge during one of his flashy moves.

It took some time but finally Dick calmed down enough to stop yelling. His breath was fast and heavy, as if he ran for hours and at least he stopped trying to push Slade away. His arms fell down suddenly, as if all his strength abandoned him at once.

Slade waited a few more seconds before asking again, "What happened?"

"Doesn't matter." Dick spat out, shaking his head. "Nothing you can change now."

"Doesn't matter." Slade echoed. "Tell me. Tell me what happened, who did this to you. Who do I need to kill?"

Dick laughed but it turned into a sob pretty quickly. Slade wrapped his arms around Dick and pressed him close to his chest, just letting his little bird cry for a moment.

"Fuck you." He said at last, voice hoarse. "I was doing so well about it too."

"I'm sorry." Slade murmured. The words held a lot of weight and they let the silence envelop them for a few more minutes.

"I don't even know what are you doing here." Dick whispered. "I'm just another fuck for you, why do you care?"

"You're a lot more than just that. You're not stupid, little bird, I know you know that."

Slade wasn't able to count how many times they tried to kill each other. Dick had a bunch of scars created by Slade's blade, and if it weren't for his healing factor he would have a lot of marks left by Dick's weapons as well. If nothing else, that alone made their relationship so much deeper than just occasional fucking.

"Not a bird anymore." Dick curled his fingers into the material of Slade's shirt. "I can't fly now. Not with not being able to see."

"You're my little bird nonetheless." Slade argued, pressing a kiss to his temple. "It doesn't matter to me."

"Stupid..."

"Mm. Tell me."

"...I don't want to talk about it." Dick's confession was so quiet Slade barely heard it, even with his enhanced senses. "Not now at least. I- I don't -"

"It's alright." Slade murmured into his hair. "Alright, it's okay, I won't push. But I'll be here if you decide you want to tell me."

He had a lot of questions. What happened? Who dared to touch Dick? Where was Batman at the time and why the fuck did he let that happen? How long has it been since Dick lost his sight? And more, a whole lot more. But Slade was a patient man and he was going to wait as long as it took.

Slade still remembered what it felt like when Adeline shot out his eye - he didn't blame Dick in the slightest for reacting the way he did. Dick had to feel even worse than that, with not being able to see at all. But Slade was here now and he was going to help and make it better, however he can. Even if it'll be just a little bit, Slade wanted to be by Dick's side.

Maybe what they had was so much more than simply fucking and annoying each other on every possible occasion. Maybe they should talk about it soon. Maybe. But not now.

Right now, the most important thing was that-

"I'll be here, little bird." Slade whispered as Dick pressed his face against his neck. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

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Wow that was something for sure! I apologize if the pacing is all over the place, I had a lot of thoughts for this one 🥰

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Hanging By a Thread (2)

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Strolling into the kitchen, Jason freezes as he reaches for a muffin. Dark hair, blue eyes- the old man had gone and adopted another one. Without telling him. Which totally didn’t hurt. Not at all. He didn’t care about the number of people living at Wayne Manor. Nope. He just came over for baked goods. Jason continues his reach for the muffin, grabbing one and pulling his arm back before raising an eyebrow at the kid. 

“How long’ve you been here?” He asks, plopping down at one of the stools next to her. 

“What time is it?” She asks, exhaustion clear in her voice. Jason blinks, but glances at his watch. 

“It’s almost six.” He says. She slumps further down in her seat.

“A little over an hour.” She says with a sigh. Jason frowns. 

“You’ve only been here an hour?” He asks, and she nods. Why the hell would Bruce adopt a new kid, bring her home, and then be nowhere around only an hour after the kid came back? He starts to ask her about it, then stops. “I’m Jason, by the way.” Her mouth twitches up slightly into a tiny smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.” Marinette introduces herself and Jason nods at her. 

“Ah, Master Jason, I see you’ve met Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, suddenly walking into the kitchen. Jason nods, shoving the rest of the muffin in his mouth before Alfred can chastise him for ruining his dinner. 

“Sure did, Alfie. Anyone else know about the munchkin?” He asks, snorting at the affronted look on Marinette’s face. 

“Of course. I did ask Master Bruce before I agreed to watch over Miss Marinette.” Alfred says, and Jason frowns. Hold on a minute-

“Are you the one who adopted Marinette?” Jason asks, eyes wide in shock. Marinette huffs out a laugh as Alfred raises an eyebrow. 

“Heavens, no. Miss Marinette is the granddaughter of a friend. She needed a place to stay, and so she is here.” Alfred pauses, frowning for a moment. “Perhaps it is best that you tell your brothers before dinner.” He adds, gesturing towards the oven timer that was quickly ticking down. Jason thinks of Damian first, and how much the kid would hate to be blindsided, and almost decides to just let it happen. Then he glances at Marinette again, and sees how tired the kid looks, all the tension in her shoulders. 

“Yeah. I’ll go do that.” Jason finally says, pushing off of the stool. “Welcome to Gotham, kid.” He adds, giving Marinette a grin before heading deeper into the Manor to find his brothers. Poking his head into the library first, he waves at Duke, who glances up from the papers scattered in front of him with a frazzled look on his face. 

“Why did no one tell me that college was like this?” He asks, frowning.

“Because none of the rest of us went to college.” Jason says with a snort. Duke winces. “Well, Bruce did, I guess. But he dropped out.” 

“Sorry, I just-” Duke stops, sighing. “I went two weeks without any sort of homework. And then all of my classes assigned stuff at the same time. It’s madness.” 

“Speaking of madness-” Jason starts and Duke gives him a look. “Alfred is watching a kid for one of his friends and she’s staying here for an undetermined amount of time.” Jason rushes out. Duke blinks. 

“Did… did Alfred catch Bruce’s adoption bug?” He asks. Jason shakes his head, grinning. 

“No, but we better hope the kid has good parents. Otherwise, Bruce is definitely gonna try to adopt her.” He says. Duke sighs. 

“Of course he will. You need help finding everyone else?” He asks, Jason considers taking him up on his offer, then glances at the pile of homework surrounding the kid. 

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Jason says, giving Duke a small salute before walking out of the library. His siblings weren’t always at the Manor. In fact, the only two who lived there constantly at this point were Duke and Damian. And while Duke was (mostly) normal and enjoyed living in the Manor, Damian was definitely a Gremlin who preferred the Cave. Who knows, maybe the kid had grown up enough that he wouldn’t act like an actual hellion when Jason breaks the news. 

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Jason ducks, dodging another projectile from the demon spawn. 

“Damian! Stop throwing things at Jason!” Dick yells, trying to get between them. 

“Do we have to all be down here? Yelling? I’m trying to work on a case!” Tim complains from his spot at the computer. Jason huffs. 

“I was trying to be a good citizen. Didn’t want you all scaring the shit outta the kid upstairs. She looks stressed enough without you all behind dumbasses.” He retorts, glaring at Damian as the kid throws another batarang towards him. 

“But Bruce didn’t adopt her?” Dick asks. Jason shakes his head. 

“Nope. This one is all on Alfie. Apparently she’s the granddaughter of some lady he knew back in England.” He says. Damian purses his lips. 

“As long as she stays out of my way, we won’t have a problem.” He says firmly. Jason rolls his eyes. 

“She’s a literal kid, Damian. Give her a break.” He says. Before Damian can argue, the intercom on the wall chirps. 

“Dinner is ready. Please wash up and make your way to the dining room.” Alfred’s voice rings. Jason rushes out of the cave so that he could see the looks on his brother’s faces when they see the kid for the first time. Rushing into the dining room, he freezes, his jaw dropping. Marinette and Duke were already in there, obviously, but so was Bruce. And suddenly, things that he didn’t notice earlier are all he can notice. Like the fact that Marinette and Bruce have the same exact eye color. It’s not just ‘oh she has blue eyes’, like with most of his brothers. No, the color is identical. And their noses were painfully similar. 

“Jason, come take a seat.” Bruce says, glancing over from his conversation with Marinette. Jason schools his face into a neutral expression before taking Damian’s usual seat in the hopes that he could force the gremlin to sit next to Marinette. He had a theory. Making eye contact with Duke, he subtly tilts his head towards Bruce, then Marinette. Duke nods once. This was insane. Dick and Tim walk in next, and Jason watches as they both freeze, too. So it wasn’t just him. Had Alfred noticed? Did Bruce notice? Tim and Dick both sit, thankfully leaving the seat directly next to Marinette open. Damian walks into the room and huffs, sending Jason a glare before plopping down next to Marinette. And if Jason’s theory is wrong, he’ll eat a damn shoe. Because despite the fact that Damian’s skin is a little darker, and his eyes are green instead of blue, he and Marinette look related. And with Marinette right between Bruce and Damian, it was almost impossible to miss. Bruce had a lot of explaining to do. 

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Bruce Wayne is tired tonight, a little more so than other nights. He notices the house is oddly quiet as he exits the cave, following the trail of light coming from the kitchen. He moves rather sluggishly, covering his mouth as he yawns. His shoulders are hunched foreward slightly as he stops in the kitchen, looking to the black suited man standing in front of the sink. Alfred is toeing around a towel, wiping up what seems to be a puddle of spilled water. Alfred turns swiftly, smiling warmly to Bruce. “Hello, Master Bruce. Ms. Cain opted to come through the window tonight. She hadn’t thought to check if the sink was full or not. You seem tired, Master Wayne. Shall I get you anything?” Alfred questions.

Bruce chuckles a little, shaking his head. “I’m alright, Alfred, thank you. Where is…everyone?” Bruce asks, brows furrowing a little. Alfred clasps his hands together in front of him, a little grin forming on his face. “Master Bruce, I think you should go check the family room…” He said with a wink, watching as Bruce slowly turned in that direction, a curious look dawning his face. He pulled himself together momentarily, heavy feet becoming light in attempt to sneak in. Poking his head into the illuminated living room, his eyes fell onto the large white structure in the middle of the room, in front of the forgotten television playing reruns of an old sitcom Tim and Stephanie had frequently watched. A blanket fort…Bruce stifled a small laugh as he walked towards it, crouching down, aging bones cracking loudly, making Bruce cringe. Bruce looks into the opening of the fort, spotting a tangle of legs and and blankets.

Raising his brows in surprise, Bruce wants to let out an ‘awe’, but manages to stop himself from waking the pile of sleeping heroes. He looks a little closer to see who is where. He finds Damian fairly quickly—his arms holding a bundle of blankets as opposed to his usually stiff sleeping position. Next to Damian is Dick, on his back, taking as much space as humanly possible. (Yes! Even more than Jason, who was the largest underneath the tent.) Below Dick’s arm was you, leg swung over your brother’s shin, another arm draped over Stephanie’s face. Bruce wondered how you all slept like this. Stephanie was next to Cassandra, the two both sharing a blanket, facing the same direction. Jason was above your head, still dressed in all his gear, even his boots, having probably planned to ‘only stay for a while’, Bruce guessed Jason had been the first to fall asleep. In the far corner of the tent, Tim was…surprisingly asleep. He was on his stomach, blanket wrapped around him completely, only a mop of black hair signifying it was him. And finally, below Tim was Duke, a large yellow hoodie swallowing him whole, a pillow in his arms with a leg thrown halfway around it. Bruce smiled at them all.

Standing back up, Bruce shuffled towards the couch, sitting on it. He only planned to sit there for a few minutes, but, soon enough, even Bruce was fast asleep, huddled into the couch, the television shining on his face. Alfred eventually came in a half hour later to turn the lamps and television off before noticing none other than Bruce Wayne asleep on the couch he almost didn’t fit on, arms and legs hanging over the edges. Alfred picked up a forgotten blanket from the tent and draped it over Bruce. When morning came, you were the first to wake up. After a night of snacks and drinks, the bathroom was calling your name. But, you stopped once you saw the state of the room. All your siblings crammed into one tent, Bruce overflowing on the couch, and Alfred with his arms folded in the armchair. You grinned tiredly, tiptoeing towards Cassandra, beckoning her to follow. The two of you tried to make the least amount of sound as you haphazardly made an amateur breakfast. You plated it quickly as soon as you were finished, carrying arms full of plates topped with bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes of all kinds. Cass was on drink duty, pouring juices, milks, and coffees for everyone. The two of you made your way back to the living room.

You cleared your tired throat and yelled out, waking everyone up. “Wakey, wakey!” You called, beginning to her shifting from inside the fort. Groans and yawns followed, followed by more confused sounds. “What the hell…” Jason’s rough voice came. Dick was the first to emerge from the fort, his pajama pants hiked up on his shins, making them look a little…colonial. The rest of the pack soon followed, Jason being the last to exit, knocking a majority of the fort down in the process. Alfred woke Bruce up, who was still sleeping like a rock. Once you all were awake (kind of, Tim and Bruce had this look in their eyes), plates were passed around and no words were spoken as hungry heroes shoveled food into their mouths as the television played in the background. This wasn’t a regular occurance, but, when it did happen, it made being part of a chaotic family worth it.

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Jerome Valeska

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Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need is

a bit of Faith'

pt.7

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...but in exchange, I got TWO chapters done! Wooo yeah baby~ 😎

First time of the family in the story, MediNait Blackout Fest, then hitting up the ginger the next morning as Phoenix.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.410 Words

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When you park your motorcycle in front of the garage, you can already see the light coming from the living room and kitchen windows of the Manor, and it wasn't weird for the time of day either, it's 7PM by now and that usually meant it's time for dinner.

Unfortunately you were absolutely out of spare clothes in your backpack, so you had to literally decide between driving home dressed like an escapee from Arkham or go through the exhausting troubles of getting into your Phoenix-costume until back home.

Dad and his reputation can thank you for having enough cells in your body left that know what shame is and what it feels like to a certain extent which in the end practically forced you into the tight costume.

Add to that that you were absolutely losing your literal mind with the cold clogging up near all holes available to your airways, you were grateful that you could drive home relatively safely in the first place. "God I hope I got some MediNait left in my first aid cabinet, that no one raided it…again, while I was gone." You mumble to yourself while turning the main house key in the lock, though before you can finish turning it, the door gets pulled inwards, close to dragging you along had you not some sense of balance left in your limbs.

On the other side, the culprit of opening the door was none other than Jason, brows pulled up when he looked you up and down, "You look like you died and came back as well." Probably because you're starting to feel exactly like that, more and more by the hour too. "...Cool. Now let me in, Jay…" Pushing past him, you rip your Mask off first, then your gloves, then your boots. The worst things first.

Then you lie down with a groan, feeling the tiled foyer floor cool down your skin, wondering how there wasn't steam rising from you by now already. "The hell happened to you??" your older "brother" asks, poking your side with one socked foot before crouching down next to you at the height of your head. "Gotham River… that's what happened." You cough out, rolling onto your back just in time to see the rest fill into the Foyer. "The cat brought in a dead firebird?" Damian jokes, doing the same thing Jason did, poking you with his foot. This family was mostly not by blood, that didn't mean that you all didn't copy or learn stupid shit from each other, this being one of the many examples.

"How is the River the reason you look this shi- bad? Dad informed us that you're doing undercover work for the Commissioner in Arkham." Well, the river is right next to that shithole. "Does that really matter now, Master Jason? Clearly Lady Faith is not in the condition to argue with you as usual."

You were, you just didn't want to. Too tired and exhausted…okay…maybe you weren't in the condition, point taken.

"You're getting a cold, aren't you, Lady Faith?" Full course into one, yes. "Alfred, how do you know it's a cold?" At that, Dick needs to laugh, pointing down at Damian now, "Damian is sick too, since this morning, that's how." Of course it's always the siblings connected by blood that end up sick at the same fucking time, it's somehow always like that, but never Damian first. He just follows up and immediately everyone goes: "Faith, since when have you been carrying that shit around without asking for help?" You refuse to ask anyone but Alfred for help, because everyone else is absolutely helpless in these situations. So why ask in the first place if you know you only end up getting half buried alive again like last time??

A shiver runs down your spine, incidentally so did Damian shake, glaring at you, "You're a curse, sister." "And you're a brat…that refuses his Jacket even in a blizzard, obviously a…a damn skill issue." More coughing later, Alfred and Bruce are done watching this miserable scene, one of them helping you back to your feet while the other escorts everyone back to the Dining room. And the sight would almost bring tears to your face: Hot, steaming Chicken Noodle Soup, most definitely cooked by Alfred, taking it from the way it looks basically perfect. "Since young Master Damian had a cold, I thought it was best to make one not just for him but for everyone. A type of prevention for the rest of us. Plus, I got a kind of feeling it would've hit you too."

After Alfred explained, he hurried back into the kitchen to ready a bowl for you as well while you sink into your chair. It was just a week, but it felt like an eternity to not have felt the nice cushions on these chairs, or the generally inviting interior of the Manor. It was quite literally worlds that differentiate this all from Arkham. And something inside you wished you could've taken Jerome here as well instead of just the apartment.

But you knew how your family ticks and what makes them tick specifically, bringing Jerome here? All hell would break loose. You won't even mention him and you meeting if they ask you about this Undercover Mission, and they will definitely ask, it would be weird for them to not be interested. Even Jason and Damian usually wanted to know what happened on the missions or Patrols of the others. You talk and think about the two like they are your least favorite siblings of them all, but if anything it was the polar opposite: You had the closest connection to Jason of them all. And Damian? Even though he avoided it at first, and so did you, you both quickly realized you have quite a lot in common due to your shared father, so you often train and hang out together despite the age difference.

But it was only natural, the closer siblings were, the more brutal the teasing and "insults" would become.

"The damn cold, I'm freezing like hell…" It makes Bruce hum, looking outside, "It's mid-autumn already, it's getting much colder, much quicker again. So I wouldn't just push it onto your cold alone. I will start the fireplace in the living room with Alfred after dinner. If you're still cold after, maybe we should start the one in your's and Damian's rooms as well..." Damian, sitting across from you, grunts out in disapproval at that, partially stopped by a cough, "I'm not cold! I'm not as weak as her!" Shut up, you shivering too, Garden Gnome. He shook just as much as you, it just didn't show as much through him already wearing some thicker, warmer clothes than you. After all, your Costume is uninsulated unlike the Cold-Weather one you usually started using towards the end of Autumn Season. Perhaps you should switch them out sooner this year…

When dinner was finished, along with some Pudding for dessert and you all started to migrate to the living room after helping to clean up the mess, well, excluding you and Damian in your clumsy conditions, Bruce clears his throat, crouching over the right side of the fireplace, placing some dry wood pieces in. Right. Here it comes, he will ask about the mission now-

"So. The undercover mission. I take it as having ended positively if you're back already?" Already is not the word you would've chosen. One week was already more than enough for your probably relatively short lifespan – in comparison to other People – as Phoenix. The others settled into the couch cushions as well, getting much more comfy than you, as you didn't plan on dozing off on it at all. You need to be fit again till tomorrow afternoon at least, if not earlier.

"More or less, the day I caught the suspect for Gordon was also the day I took a bath into that dank river. And they ended up tossing me right back into those freezing cells, not even bothering to think about a new set of clothes for me..." They could imagine for themselves how that would feel, when you feel the cold of the walls bite at your skin and bones already and then you add a dripping layer of dirty River canal water to the mixture. "In that case I am pleasantly surprised that you got away with just a cold, Lady Faith." Alfred was right about that, you could have as well gotten the flu or worse…pneumonia.

Had that once and never again. Mostly because you dragged Damian into that mess as well, as expected. And you hated having a second person sick in the Manor, why? Obvious reasons: Just you sick, Alfred can pay enough attention to your sick ass so you don't waste away in your own used tissues for weeks, just a few days maybe. But TWO? It's going to be WEEKS of two Robins completely taken out of the equation and Patrols. Mostly because despite his intelligence, and stupid "gEnEtIc AdVaNtAgEs"...he is still a stubborn little brat that refuses to take the bitter medicine when needed.

"How did you even end up in the river, darling?" Bruce asks worriedly, pulling his hand away quickly before the fire got to it when he threw more lumber into it. Feed it and it wants to bite you for it, ...feral Fire, ha ha. Stop it, Faith.

"...saw the suspect...and...climbed over the Courtyard fence?" Your siblings first stare then laugh, probably a mental image of you basically throwing yourself like a this time legitimate madman over the barbed wire at the top. "You broke out of Arkham…because it was an inconvenience to you, you're basically saying?" Basically, yeah. Had you known that the fucker would just return to sender (the crime scene) like that, you wouldn't have done all this shit and would've just posted up nearby, preferably in a car that has heating installed.

But you of course wouldn't have met and talked to Jerome that way. He would've still been…there. Wasting and rotting away more and more mentally, until not even the world's best therapist and psychologist could shake sense back into him.

Just like his very unfortunate origin of blood, his father the Joker, there would probably be nothing left to do but put him in a straight jacket and hope he doesn't accidentally kill himself while trying to escape that certain "clothing" article.

Who knows…three more months? Would Jerome have gained some unhealthy confidence through someone or something else and broke out? Killed people on the same day, caused havoc? Who would you be to not stop that from happening AND save a boy from becoming someone he doesn't even want to be at this point of time?

"Still with us?" "Huh? Y-yeah, just sunken in thoughts. Not so important though." "If you say so. I asked how you want to continue with what you have thanks to seeing the suspect? Did you give Gordon's men the description of the man?" You shake your head, already having set aside a plan for Phoenix to follow once you feel at least a slight bit better. "Well, Lady Faith, if i'm correct and you're going to do this yourself, you need to be fit again. I recommend drinking a lot of water, even more than usual. Preferably the same Electrolyte Water you and your siblings use during training sessions." Alfred notes loudly from the kitchen, placing two two liter bottles of said water onto the counter, the heaviness of them underlined by the sound they made, a deep thump.

Heavier than Jason's self-loath.

All that in ONE night?? You’re never getting out of the bathroom at that point…

But Alfred usually was right when it came to any of you getting sick, so you didn't have much of a choice than to trust him. "O-okay. Guess I should start then, and go to bed to be rested for tomorrow…" grabbing the bottles, one in each hand, you trotted back out to the living room, giving your Dad a hug and wishing everyone a unified goodnight before slipping away fully for the night.

Once in your room, you steer into the bathroom and before you hit the hay, you grab the rest of the MediNait left from last time. You had thrown away the instructions when you unpacked it a few months ago, so you don't remember what the right dosag- eh. fuck it, down the hatch!

The green liquid burned like medicinal honey, smooth yet disgusting as it moved down your throat, many big gulps of Electrolyte Water getting sent right after to clean your pallet of the nasty green magic liquid. While it tastes absolutely awful and at least half of your family doesn't feel better through it either way, it was half a miracle potion when used on you.

So it wasn't far off for you to believe that if you both downed half that left-over bottle – already sitting on your bed while doing so, knowing it's side effects of making everyone and everything sleepy with just the fumes it creared – and followed Alfred's advice for the Wat-

When you wake again, you are in a different spot on your bed than before, you also weren't in the confines of your Costume anymore, the main part of it thrown haphazardly over the chair of your desk, your underwear missing entirely and the water bottles both empty…

Did you mentally blackout the last hours yesterday? If yes, congrats to yourself for drinking all that water and not just yet wetting your bed…but it was just about as your struggle out from your bed. The very bed that you missed so badly while in Arkham. You don't even remember what bed and mattress you had in the safe house that Jerome is using right now, but you hoped it was something similarly comfortable. And if it was, you wanted to imagine him lying in it, too comfortable and lazy to move even one muscle once he lies in it. You doubted that the bed in his old trailer from the Circus was all that comfy either, so if past-you was as smart as today – oh...she definitely wasn't – and it's the same mattress as here, this might be a welcome change to his back.

Standing up, you're quick to notice the missing dizziness and the ease on your lung trying to breath in Air once more. Fuck, you love MediNait.

Knocks you out, like your allergy meds, and does the rest while the lights are out.

After quickly using the bathroom in your room to take care of the mess you left behind on yourself, you went to pick up your strewn about Suit, first putting on fresh underwear and immediately throwing yourself back into your Costume. There is never a day you don't have to wear it for some reason or another, so you need to remember to switch out for one of your spare ones on washing day…

You barely had found your way into garage when you felt something akin to a tension or stress headache forming all around your head, great so the medic-

"Where are you going so early in the morning?" Never fucking mind, the headache is just Damian…

"Good morning to you too, head- i mean, Damian… If it matters to you, I need to finish the promise I gave to Gordon and catch his suspect." The boy squints and shakes his head with a sigh, "Do you even know where to start with that? I thought you only got his description." Yes, you do only have that, but that alone can give you enough hints to at least shrink the search radius for him. "That's why I'm leaving now already. And you get back to bed, unlike me you still sound like death molested you…" Even when he scoffs at your actually serious recommendation, himself not done with you, you grab your helmet from the rack at the wall and get onto motocycle that Phoenix used, it was black and Grey with orange and yellow accents unlike the dark purple sportbike you yourself used as Faith. This one was similar in design to the Batcycle and drove just like it.

"I wasn't done talking!" "I was! See you and the rest for dinner! And take your cold medicine!" Damian was smart enough to not jump in front of the motorcycleas you started it, clearly it wasn't that important to him anyways as he rather chose to childishly pout at you while you started the bike and drove off towards the city, your cape flying behind you.

It was a ten minute drive usually, in your case six as you had luck and the highway you and the rest used to get into the city was still relatively empty, the morning rush not yet having started and giving you the thrill of speed to wake you fully now.

On the way, you still had to decide whether to drive to the Station and Gordon, to your safe house and Jerome or to just investigate on your own for now. But unfortunately your curiosity got the best of you, drawing you in like a magnet in front of the building your safe house, or "Faith's Apartment" is located at, hiding the motorcycle with its invisibility cloak setting. At first, you wanted to use the second set of keys you had of them, luckily the only other set, otherwise who knows who of your family would suddenly decide to check in your apartment only to find a stranger living in it. And then you remember that you're here as Phoenix, not Faith. Phoenix doesn't own this apartment, in Jerome's eyes.

Slightly disgruntled at that, you throw the keys back into the small satchel on your tool belt before getting your gloves to good use, unsheathing the metal claws hidden inside the mechanism on top. With them, you quickly could scale most walls around Gotham, if that didn't work, you still could use the grappling gun everyone of you had. Within half a minute, you slipped onto the balcony in front of the living room window of the Safe House.

You couldn't fight it as quickly as it came, the smile once you saw the redhead walking around in…oh dear. Still wearing the dirty Prison Uniform. Did Jim not give him at least one different set of clothes??

You really need to change that, but you don't know if you're going to have the time for such "miscellaneous" deviations today. Plus, Phoenix isn't exactly the kinda person to suddenly go shopping with someone and walk among the rest of the Gothamites like a normal person, she's a brutal, often feared, Vigilante for God's sake! That's a job for Faith!

Well, at least it looked like he took a shower, a fulfilling one at that, his hair did look much nicer than you expected when not coated and crusted with his own blood and the cement dust of the cells.

You can't help but chuckle at the little jump going through his whole body once you knocked at the window, feeling the smile growing into a smirk when his eyes widen, seeing you at the window, unable to react at first.

"Could you let me in please?" You knock again to throw him back to his senses, a quick nod followed by him almost falling over his feet to get to the window and open it, watching you as you leaned against the windowsill with your forearms. "It's…it's really you…you're Phoenix!"

"In the blood, yeah. First of all, good morning, Jerome, second of all, Faith asked me to check up on you, since she couldn't stay all that long after getting you to the Precinct." Climbing in through and into the living room, you stretch out a bit from the climb up the wall, still keeping your eyes on Jerome either way. He looked not as well rested as you expected.

"...I'm guessing you didn't sleep that well, so we can take that one off the list of 'Yeah, doing good', huh?" He averted his dark green eyes, something in the mix of shame and annoyance in them, nodding, "You could say so…i.I…had a nightmare. But that's nothing new to me."

Nightmares?

You doubt they are of Arkham, as he knew them to be nothing new to him. And from what he had told you, you could believe that opinion. You had a pretty good idea where these nightmares actually come from and why he has them anyways: His mother and the abuse he got from her, his twin and from the rest of the people working at the Circus. Maybe even of the Circus itself if his trauma constantly was fed and built in that very place. Or perhaps even of the day he killed her?

No, you doubt that. While he seemed spooked about quite literally anything that moved too quickly or he didn't know, you were very certain that Jerome…that he didn't exactly regret what he did. Maybe someday he will see that his abuse could've been ended in different, legal ways, but regret will probably never come to his mind, and if, not for very long.

But: No matter what the cause is, you, both Faith and Phoenix, will attempt to get this out of his mind as well.

You knew all too well how nightmares could mess with one's head, the repeated memory of Jason's death back then, the funeral, being an example...

#jerome valeska x oc #Jerome Valeska x batsis!Oc #jerome valeska x batsis #dc x oc #jerome valeska x batsis!oc #batfam x oc #batfam x batsis #Innocent Jerome Valeska

[luckywolfsbane]

Oooh, are we sending asks now? I want to ask a question!

If your ocs had only one day to live, what would they spend it doing?

Ooooo, okay, this is a tough one. I'll try to be concise. I took this literally. Like if they found out they were dying during the story. I'm making this assuming certain curses are broken, so...

Jack: Frantically plans so no one has to do anything for his funeral, burial, or anything else. This makes it so they can all grieve without making hard choices. This little fucker arranges every last detail of his funeral, including flowers. It's his final act of love, a way to take care of his people one last time. He knows he'll be reborn, so he'd decide to make sure to reincarnate asap. He makes and gives Lyris a charm that'll allow her to find his new incarnation if she wants to, so she can check on his next life or be a friend/mentor to him as he grows up. This way, she can choose what her peace will look like.

Lyris: Laughs at her impending demise because, of course, she'd have to anticipate her death rather than fall in some spontaneous blaze of glory. She's going to try to go out in a big way. She will not go quietly into that good night. She's inacting as much massive, positive change as possible before her heart stops beating. She'll take at least one power-hungry monster with her if she gets her way. If there's no massive memorial statues in her honor after she's gone, then her name will live forever in infamy, and she's good with that.

Alex: Goes fishing. I'm not kidding. He's already made peace with his end by the time he gets the news. He just smiles, passes his bear amulet to one of his best friends, and hops on a fishing boat. He's seen enough terror. His impact on the world will come from those he leaves behind. He's just looking forward to joining his previous party and his family in the underworld.

Thalia: Writes down all her secrets and final wishes/will in a locked journal and leaves instructions to find the key. Her loved ones have to go on a scavenger hunt in order to read any of it. Why not break it open, you ask? Because she embued it with her magic. If they break the lock, the pages sprout and grow, destroying the words. She does this to force her emotionally inept friends to lean on each other and accept her absence in order to honor her properly. She knows for a fact they'll do it; that's just who they are.

Roman: Cries for about an hour, then goes to Jack for help. It doesn't matter if they're in good terms, he knows he can go to him. With his help, Roman returns to his hometown to visit his mother and only remaining sister so he can be with them in his final hours. He also wants to be buried in his family's cemetery alongside his siblings and cousins. He hands Jack his personal manifesto after a full day with his last two loved ones, entrusting all his goals and final will to Jack.

Jason: Goes through the stages of grief in near perfect order in only a couple hours. He does so much in his last day, but he doesn't feel it's enough at any point. He already lost so much time, having been asleep for a decade. He cheated death once, but he can't cheat it this time. None of it feels fair. Nearing his last hours, he lands on using himself as a bargaining chip to get some sort of leg up on the BBEG--who has wanted him in their control since he woke up. Against everyone's wishes, he offers himself up in trade for something vital, kisses Jack and Lyris(everyone else gets forehead kisses), and walks into their clutches in an effort to make his death mean something. And it will. No one will let him die in vain.

(Bonus)

Felix: Takes five seconds to bask in the irony, then makes a focus object to allow him to appear in astral/spirit form in the mortal plane. He throws his mortal body back in between life and death and then moves on as a living ghost as if nothing happened.

Okay, so I really hope I don't ever have to use any of these bc they make me so sad.

I haven't deleted any asks! I'm working on the others as we speak! 💛💛💛

#cal! #the islandian chronicles #achievement unlocked: ask box #jack raider #lyris valorios #jason allister #alexander akalon #felix akalon #roman castello #thalia vandalyn

[starfiaer]

you did all of this … for me ?

she   can't   say   she's   surprised   by   @riselazarus's   tone,   jason   has   always   struggled   with   understanding   just   how   important   he   is   to   others.   yet   another   thing   on   the   list   of   things   that   hurt   her   heart.   koriand'r   would   do   anything   to   ease   his   pain.   some   things   were   easier   to   help   with   than   others.   late   night   movies   with   popcorn   when   neither   of   them   can   sleep,   lending   an   ear   in   the   rare   moments   he   opened   up   &   spoke   of   what   was   bothering   him,   these   were   all   things   done   easily   &   readily.

    one   area   though   that   had   remained   an   ongoing   issue   was   the   matter   of   the   joker.   it   was   a   hard   topic   to   get   jason   to   talk   about,   what   she   hadn't   heard   directly   from   him   had   been   told   to   her   in   pieces   from   roy   &   jason's   siblings.

    her   own   trauma   lay   mostly   in   the   past   &   she   was   learning   how   to   live   with   it   without   letting   it   break   her   down.   jason   however,   wasn't   so   lucky.   the   perpetrator   of   the   crimes   committed   against   him   was   walking   around   freely,   causing   destruction   in   his   wake   all   for   the   sake   of   his   own   personal   amusement.

    she'd   sat   down   with   dick,   trying   to   make   sense   of   how   that   man   was   still   alive   &   frankly   speaking   had   come   away   from   the   conversation   only   feeling   anger   &   frustration.   koriand'r   understood   that   earth   operated   very   differently   from   how   affairs   were   handled   on   tamaran,   but   on   the   matter   of   how   to   deal   with   the   joker   she   would   have   thought   there   would   be   a   similar   resolution   reached.

    ❝   i   did.   ❞   she   tentatively   reaches   out,   giving   him   time   to   move   away   should   he   want   to,   &   places   a   hand   on   his   arm   in   reassurance.   in   front   of   them   both   was   a   detailed   plan   of   how   they   were   going   to   kill   the   joker.   she   knew   this   might   cost   her   friendships,   might   even   cause   her   to   be   on   the   wrong   side   of   the   law,   but   none   of   that   mattered   to   her.   to   her,   this   was   the   only   right   option.   ❝   roy   said   he'd   help   too.   we're   in   this   together   jay,   no   matter   what   you   choose   to   do.   ❞

    she'd   leave   it   up   to   him   on   how   he   wanted   to   proceed,   if   he   even   wanted   to   go   through   with   the   plan.   koriand'r   knew   that   there   would   be   issues   with   bruce,   possibly   with   his   siblings   as   well,   so   she   would   understand   if   jason   ultimately   chose   to   keep   the   peace   with   his   family.   giving   his   arm   a   gentle   squeeze   she   speaks   again   ❝   i   couldn't   just   sit   by   &   do   nothing   while   you   were   in   pain.   ❞

[book-place]

A Day With Jay

Summary: Bruce is left with no other choice but to leave his youngest child in the care of his second eldest

Warnings: Cursing, guns (it’s Jason, come on), let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: Jason Todd x sister reader, Bruce Wayne x daughter reader

*not my gif*

A/N: Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Bruce sighed. It seemed like he had no other choice.

Dick was out of the city visiting some friends. Alfred, god bless his soul, had finally been convinced to take a day off. Tim was functioning on only three hours of sleep within these past two weeks, so Bruce didn’t exactly think it was a good idea to trust him with this big of a responsibility at the moment. And Damain was begrudgingly at school for the day.

It’s not that he didn’t trust Jason, he did, mostly, but he just didn’t know if his second oldest son could handle the responsibility of taking care of a two year old.

He looked down at your young, sleeping form in his arms. You were just two years old and had been with Bruce for a little over a year since he found you, abandoned on the streets one night while he was on patrol. He had brought you home immediately and all of his son's loved you just as quickly as he did.

You just didn’t see Jason much. He lived in his own apartment and the only time you would see him was when he decided to unexpectedly drop by to see his siblings after patrol, and when Alfred made him come by for the monthly family dinner.

Sure, he adored you just as much as his other siblings, even if he didn’t let it on, but he had never had one on one time with you.

Bruce had just gotten a last minute notice that he had a meeting for Wayne Industries that he couldn’t afford to miss, and sadly you didn’t have a babysitter.

The man sighed, knowing what he had to do.

He reached his fist up to knock on the door, carefully holding your newly awake body against his hip as you looked around in curiosity.

“Fuck off!” A voice shouted from within the walls.

Bruce ran his free hand down his face, glancing at you nervously, hoping at such a young age you wouldn’t pick up on your second eldest brother's bad language.

“Jason!” Bruce called back, “It’s me, please just open the door.”

There was barely even a pause, “Like I said, fuck off!”

The man sighed again, “Jason, I need a favor!”

This time there was a pause, before some shuffling was heard on the other side of the door before it clicked open softly.

The black haired man’s head popped out from behind with a glare before it softened slightly when his eyes landed on you as you played with your fathers suit sleeve.

You look up with a goofy grin, “‘ay!” You babbled out, making grabby motions with your hands towards your brother.

His eyes found their way back to Bruce after a moment, “What?” His voice wasn’t as harsh this time, not wanting to scare you.

“A last minute meeting came up.” Bruce explained hurriedly, “None of the others are around to help out with Y/n, so I thought-“

Jason stood up straight, his back stiffening and he scoffed, “So I’m your last option.”

Bruce ran a hand down his face again, “It’s not like that, Jason. I just didn’t think you would want to watch her.” He was looking down at you so he didn’t even notice Jason’s genuinely offended look before he wiped it off, “Look, I’ll just try to find somebody else-“

“No!” Jason cut him off, but quickly tried to explain himself as his adopted father raised an eyebrow, “I mean, if it’s such an important meeting I guess I could watch the kid for a couple of hours.”

Bruce’s eyes snapped up in surprise, “Really?”

Jason grunted, softly taking you out of your fathers hold, “I will take her for a couple of hours, now go before I change my mind.”

Bruce nodded, seemingly in a daze, before turning and walking out, shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

Jason looked down at you as he walked back into his apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.

You looked up at him with a gummy smile, “‘ay! ‘ay!” You cheered, not yet able to pronounce the ‘j’.

He looked down at you, “Now what the hell do I do with a toddler?”

You just blinked up at him and he sighed before walking over to the couch and carefully putting you down before standing straight up and looking down at you helplessly with his hands on his hips.

You were looking around the apartment in wonder, trying to see every bit of this new place.

He sighed again and looked over at the tv remote before picking it up and flipping on a random cartoon channel. You stopped trying to chew a pillow in half and dropped it as you looked up at the tv with wide eyes.

Jason dropped down onto the couch next to you and you flew up into the air slightly upon him doing so.

The man didn’t know what was on, but pretty soon he was as engrossed in it as you were.

Soon enough you got bored and decided to crawl off the couch and explore.

Jason sat on the couch, still mesmerized by the tv, and only noticed your absence when there were no sounds of giggles at a funny part.

He quickly stood up, practically tripping over himself and face planting, for a vigilante he wasn’t very graceful, or observant apparently if he didn’t notice you leaving.

Quickly, he started running around the apartment, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed, looking under the kitchen table, “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” He called, looking under all of the covers on his bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“

He quickly stopped as he heard the sounds of giggles coming from inside his closet. He hurriedly ran over and ripped open the door to reveal you sitting there.

Before he could sigh in relief though, he noticed something that still haunts him to this day. You were holding his gun, and giggling.

He had forgotten that he had discarded it there last night after coming back from patrol, and he had been too tired to put it back in its case correctly and then left the door slightly open.

Then he realized that it was still loaded.

He slowly stepped towards you, “Y/n…” he called out cautiously, “N/n, come to Jay, please.”

“‘Ay ‘ay!” You jabbered happily, grinning at your brother.

“Yeah, n/n, ‘ay ‘ay. Now come over to me, please.” He was warily eyeing the gun in your hand, praying that you didn’t accidentally shoot yourself. He had his hands out towards you, ready to pick you up.

You carelessly tossed the gun to the side, and then crawled into your brother's arms.

He sighed in relief, quickly coming out of the closet and shutting the door tightly before sternly looking at you, “Never do something like that again, little missy.”

You giggled again, seeming to find this whole situation haluarious.

Almost as an afterthought he quickly added, “And not a word about this to Bruce.” He wagged a finger at you jokingly and you cracked up even more, if that was even possible.

He took you into the kitchen after that, sitting you down gently on the counter as he went to the fridge and rummaged through it. “You hungry?” He asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were still in the same place.

As if right on cue, your stomach grumbled loudly, causing Jason to let out a laugh, something he rarely did nowadays.

“Foo’! Foo’!” You cheered, further proving that you were hungry.

Jason continued to look through his fridge, only finding old pizza and Chinese food that was probably a month or two old.

He frowned then moved to look in the freezer, which he found some vanilla ice cream.

Your eyes lit up with delight, you had ice cream a couple times before when Alfred, your father, or one of your other brothers would take you.

Jason looked down at you in amusement, “You know what this is?”

You nodded excitedly, trying to reach for the tub.

Jason chuckled and went over to get some bowls and spoons.

Later, he tried to make you promise not to tell any of the others that you two ate the whole gallon. You just looked at him blankly while chewing on your spoon.

The rest of the time was spent with you running around giggling while Jason pretended to run as fast as he could to chase you, which actually tired him out a lot more than he would like to admit. He regretted giving you all that sugar earlier.

The two of you were laying sprawled out on the couch giggling when a knock was heard throughout the apartment.

Jason quickly sobered up and told you to stay put before walking over to the door.

He was just about to grab his spare gun from a drawer near the door before he opened the door slightly to see that it was just Bruce.

He let out a small sigh of relief before opening the door fully for his adopted father.

Bruce quickly looked over Jason’s shoulder, some panic in his eyes, but once he saw you laying happily on the couch, he too sighed in relief.

He walked right past Jason, ignoring his small sarcastic, “By all means, come in.”

The man walked right over and picked you up, getting a small squeal out of you, “Dada! Dada!” You cheered, trying the best you could to throw your tiny arms around his neck.

He smiled softly and hugged you back, “Was Jason good for you?” He asked.

Jason had an offended look at this, “Aren’t you supposed to ask if she was good for me?”

Bruce looked back and forth between the two of you, “Knowing you, I think I asked the right question.”

Jason crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath and Bruce let out a small airy laugh.

You started squirming in your fathers hold, “Dow’! Dow’, dada, dow’!” You complained.

Bruce complied, gently setting you down, only for you to take off running to Jason, crashing into his leg, hugging it.

Said man's eyes widened in surprise and he stumbled a little, not expecting it before he slowly bent down to your level to hug you.

Your father couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face at the site of his youngest and second eldest embracing.

“Okay, sweetie,” Bruce said softly as you pulled away, “Time to go.”

You nodded and let your father pick you up and just as the door was about to close behind the two of you, Jason called out, “Hey, umm, Bruce!” The man was rubbing the back of his neck, “I can, you know… if you have another meeting soon, I could help with her… only if you need me too though!”

Bruce paused, seeming to think about it, then smiled a little, “I think I actually have another meeting on Tuesday if you’re free to watch her.”

“Yes!” Jason agreed quickly, then caught himself, “I mean, yeah. I can help with the kid.”

Bruce smiled again, “Thank you, Jason.”

He turned to leave, knowing that he didn’t actually have a meeting for about another two weeks.

-•-

“Come on Y/n, eat the peas.” Bruce tried to coax you to eat your green vegetables.

“N-no!” You insisted, turning your head away from the spoon your father was trying to feed you.

“Come on, n/n, you have to eat it!” He sighed, he didn’t know if Jason had fed you at his apartment that day so he was trying to get you to eat your dinner.

“F-fu…” You struggled to get your words out and Bruce waited patiently for you to do so, “F… Fuck!”

“… JASON PETER TODD-“

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[veronica-17-hood]

jason todd x reader

-fluff <3

-damian wayne mention

-enjoy ;) also art credit to @ MOG i cant find their @ so if anyone could it would be amazing ty<3

the apartment was quiet, which was rare for a gotham evening and even rarer in the event that both yourself and jay were both home.

that could mean one of many things, either a movie is going or the two of you are chatting up a storm as jason cooks his heart away in the kitchen. it could mean that one or all of his siblings were over, included but not excluded to roy as well as the other titans who all took just as fast of a liking to you as jason did.

but regardless of what it meant it proved that your home was never quiet. dog was barking (jay was never good with names), windows opening and shutting, groans and grunts (from stitches and sparring), quite the long list but the point was made, it was a quiet evening and that was weird.

so much so that when jason snuck back in through the fire escape at a whopping 10 pm because bruce sent him home from patrol early, feeling sympathetic that night to the fact that his son now had someone waiting at home for him, and the house was quiet jason was almost alarmed.

he kept his gear on, helmet off and placed on your night side table like always, though the domino mask still covered the upper half of his face. light footsteps traced the wood floors, which was odd considering he was a slab a meat walking, but none the less he held one hand to either holster on the sides of his thighs waiting to turn the corner and see either someone holding you or an empty house.

jason was silently praying for an empty living room with a sticky note on the TV saying you went out for ice cream or maybe work called you in, but it was a toss up, a hope, and jason only started hoping when he met you.

he swore his heart stopped when he heard your breathing get heavy. his feet stalled, he knew you were the only one who could ever hear him coming, waiting to see if your breathing would pick up or calm down but nothing happened again, the room was back to pure and utter silence.

he gripped the handle of one of his guns, holding it white knuckled, unable to even think if something happened to you, if you were getting hurt because of his nightly activities, he would rather die all over again than loose you. (not that he would ever admit it, it would ruin his image.)

his body twisted around the last corner, gun already halfway raise from the holster, heart racing, unsure if it had fallen out of his chest or was still resting within. he was on guard in his own home, something he never wanted, he didn’t want to let them win.

“oh for fucks sake.”

his eyes bulged from his head, gun slammed back into the holster, sending a very confused glance as the words tumbled out from his lips before he could even process the fact that you were sitting perfectly fine on the living room floor, a game of chest sat on your cement coffee table with his little demon brat brother sitting just on the other side.

“oh jay you’re home.” your voice carried from your lips to his ears, easing his racing heartbeat but it failed to be sweet enough to wipe the gruff and annoyance off his face.

jason hummed back in agreement, nodding briefly as he kept his eyes on the demon’s head who had yet to acknowledge his older brothers presence or anything at all. jay shifted weight from side to side as he began to toe off his work boots, ones that you immediately notice were cleaner than a usually night in patrol.

his green eyes, now a softer shade, maybe even emerald, stayed on damian with a look of annoyance and maybe even anger, as his body carried over to the couch just behind his girl in his home. your body naturally leaned back into jason, his body resting back on the couch, legs open waiting for you to lean back into his embrace.

“hi darling.” jason’s voice was gruff, usually always was, but it tends to get this deeper and more animalistic when his heart beat had been racing or changed suddenly, so when he wakes at any time of the day, after a sound of ‘making love’ (jay hates calling it sex, he feels like he using you), or after or during a workout. he claims it comes as a side effect from the pit, you think he just gets flustered and doesn’t know how to cover it up.

your body leaned back between his legs, head falling down to the edge of his thigh, hair sprawled across is massive leg, waiting and watching as his head come place a kiss to your hairline, his hand coming down from the back of the couch to rub your scalp for a brief second. (he knows you love it and he loves to watch your eyelids flutter as he massages the area.)

a brief pause passed as your head lifted to turn your attention back to the game of chest, the only sound that can be heard is a deep grumble from your boyfriends chest, “demon brat.”

damian didn’t even flinch, moving his chest piece onto the black square, tilting his head upward just enough to grab a glimpse of his older brother. “todd.”

jason huffed behind you, patting your shoulder signifying he wanted to get up, most likely to change out of the armor. he stepped out for behind your figure, turning around the coffee table, not missing the chance to kick his little brother in the leg before stalking off back to the master room, one he would much rather be laying down in with you watching a movie or reading a book.

“i still don’t understand what you see in him.” damian voiced as he watched you make your next move and immediately pounced to move his en passant.

“you act like you hate having me around.” you teased, staring longing at the board unsure of which move to make next, eyes scanning between damian’s face and the board.

“i do enjoy your company y/n.” he stated, clearly wanting to expand on his point but waiting for you to turn your attention entirely to him. “you are intelligent, it’s refreshing.”

you let out a small snort; you didn’t mean to but you did, immediately regretting it as you watch damian’s face frown and eyes fall back to the board.

“oh dami, i’m sorry.” you reach around, hand resting on his own earning soft look, a hurt look, (he looks like a sad puppy and it’s killing you.) “thank you for thinking i’m smart but you live with some of the smartest minds alive,” (you just don’t see how you are any sort of special or refreshing.)

your words were honest, yes you were smart but you were not babs or tim. yes, you had a masters degree in clinical research and are having successes with your new treatment for children’s leukemia, but that was luck not intelligence.

“none of them take me seriously.” his voice was small, over the last 4 years of knowing damian he was never small. “you always do.”

you thought your heart was going to explode, genuinely had a broken look on your face to mirror his own. but if you thought this moment with damian was breaking your heart than you clearly had no idea how jason was melting watching the two of you from the corner.

“because you deserve to be listened to damian.” you reached your hand that had been previously resting on his own, to his chin, tilting it up so his green eyes were blaring into your own, so you knew he was understand his words. “i know it’s hard, growing up here and trying to fit in-“

“that’s not the issue anymore y/n.” damian was quick to cut you off, stopping the speech that he had heard too many times over the last few weeks but you didn’t know that.

“so what is the issue than dami?” you questioned, your hands pushed off the base of his chin as his head turned down tot he board and making yet another move, leaving you confused as to how he keeps multiple attention strings on you and the game.

damian huffed, he really hated confrontation, he hated having to open up but with you he felt like you were so easy to talk to and you always understood, you never belittled him or told him no. last year he told you he could drive and you let him. damn near gave bruce and jason a heart attack but it made damian finally feel listened to.

damian had liked you since jason brought you home for the first time. he enjoyed how you didn’t treat him like a child and how you asked about his interests and really seemed to enjoy him talk about it. titus took a liking to you the following week when you had to stop by the manor to get something for jason. titus didn’t even bark instead he followed you around, waiting to lay down with you or go outside, that’s when damian knew you are a good person and he made the executive decision to “tolerate” you.

he hated though how everyone pointed out the fact that he took an instant liking to you, he hadn’t done that with anyone but the animals at the manor. he also hated that everyone would fake hurt because he called you by your first name and everyone else by their last. he didn’t do it on purpose, when he met you, you almost reminded him of someone his mother used to have around her and if she was not to be disrespected. he didn’t want to disrespect you. he felt like he knew you well and to put it plainly you were the perfect mix of todd, grayson, his mother, and father, and that’s what made you feel so much like his big sister.

“you don’t have to talk about it now dami, i’ll always be here if you need me.” you took the beat after his shy look to make another move on the board, calling checkmate before he even had time to process what just unfolded.

“you cheated.”

“i did not.”

“you must have, i never loose.”

“you just did.”

from the corner of the room, still undetected by both his soulmate and his brother, jason was smiling like a damn idiot. ear to ear at the interaction that just unfolded. finding you will always be the biggest triumph of his life.

but he knew if he didn’t intervene soon that cheese prices would be flying and the two sitting so peacefully, teasing at one another over the win and the loss, would not end well.

so here comes the night in a ‘fuck batman’ shirt and some grey sweats, to the rescue, still drunk off the fact that he could ever find someone as perfect as you.

“hey demon brat.” the two heads twisted the direction of the hallways, damian’s eyes narrowed into two slits and your eyes gleaming with such affection as you smiled at the man now pushing his body off the wall. “can i have my girlfriend back?”

jason began the walk over to the couch, eyeing the original spot he had taken when he first encountered the pair in the living room, watching as his girl lightly moved away from the back of the couch to make room for his legs. but the movement of his legs were halted as he fully bodied his younger brother, who at some point during his staring encounter with his girlfriend had risen to his feet and was now blocking jason from getting any closer to the couch.

“move D” a huff supported the statement as jason didn’t even use the energy to look down at the 13 year old.

“change your shirt.” his younger brothers voice was cold, first balled up and pushing against his older brothers stomach in attempts to force him back to the room.

an eye roll and quick step to the side “no.”

“your disrespecting father.” damian started again, turning as jason started settling down into the couch behind you, hands instinctively going to your hair to play at the ends of it.

“he’s not my father.” a sing song voice answered the statement, causing damian to look at you, pleading for back up, which was responded with a head shake and a sad smile.

rule number one, never get between all four or even a pair of the brothers, it won’t end well for you.

“i’m calling father.” damian spoke aloud again, making jason’s hand freeze in your hair and body go stiff behind you.

“your bluffing.”

“i don’t bluff todd.”

and just like that the quite night home was over, the room was filled with laughter (from you) grunts, kicks, screams, and groans (from the boys) and the cheese prices falling on the floor which earned yet another lecture from damian to jason about how priceless the game of the mind is.

but let’s just say the morning was worse when jason was stilling wearing the fuck batman shirt and we ran out of damian’s favorite cereal.

“todd how are dare you not have it!”

“this is my house demon spawn! i don’t eat that shit!”

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[planetwaynez]

I need comfort and they only person capable to give me that right now is Jason Todd.

So here it goes, me projecting things into him again.

TW: angst, reader argues with their parents and have a lot of insufficient thoughts.

Jason Todd x F!Reader

Comfort me:

Jason walked into the living room of your apartment and instantly felt something wrong. There was something off.

And as usual he was right. After a few seconds, your cry was heard in the entire apartment. Rushing to your room, a lot of scenarios played in his mind. You being hurt. You being kidnapped. You being tortured because of him. There was a lot, really, but none of them was right.

You were crying because you are daddy's and mommy's little princess and hates to argue with them. To disappoint them. It seems silly, but it was always something that bothered you, that made your little world shatter and break.

But Jason did not know about that, not yet at least. So when he burst into the room, it was with two guns ready to take down whomever was hurting you. That only scares you and makes you cry even louder. Automatically, he drops them in the floor and runs over to you, who is sitting in your bed with a pillow tightly pressed against your chest.

The first thing he does is to gently touch your hair, bringing you back to reality. The crying doesn't stop. You are sobbing and your cheeks and neck are wet with tears of anger and sadness. Your eyes are red and puffy and you can't actually see him fully. But you can feel him, and that's enough to make you fall into his chest and cry louder and louder, more hurt than ever.

His arms are instantly around you, pulling you close and caressing your back and your hair. Your hole body shakes and he is beyond worried about you. Jason is dying to ask you what happened but he gives you space, he let's you pull all out of you.

"It's ok. It's fine. Whatever happened, you will be ok again, sweetheart." He says, his voice low and gentle. Jason looks at you wondering what made you so out of yourself.

Generally you are a very collected, calm and strategic person. You never give up. And it's not everything that can make you balance on your feet. So this scene is totally new to him. Generally he is the one crying in your arms after a argument with Bruce or after a nightmare. But not today, his sweetheart needed him the most right now and Jason would do anything for you.

"I hate myself. I hate being an adult and I hate disappointing them." You say, voice low and weak, like if you talked louder it would make you lose control.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" Jason asks, not understanding the situation.

You take a deep breath and stopped crying. You pull a way from him slowly and just enough to look at him. Blue eyes staring at you with worry and openness to talk and process anything that you needed. He had a slight frown between his eyebrows and a little pout in his lips.

"I hate disappointing my parents, Jason. I feel like I am never going to be the daughter they wanted me to be. I feel like that lately I am not their priority anymore and when I ask for help or a little of attention I am being annoying. That I am being a child in the body of a adult." You say, still with a low voice, hipcupping a little.

"Sweetheart, I understand what you mean. I wished things were like before too. Like when I was still twelve." Jason says softly, eyes so pure and intense that makes you want to cry again. It's the fact that he understands.

He doesn't backlash you, judge you or tell you to suck it up. You cry again, softly this time.

"I know it's hard to meet expectations. But sometimes we put the expectations thinking that this way things will be easier." He keeps saying, and you nod, understanding what he means.

"They never settled expectations to me. I putted expectations to myself. I wanted to be the best all the time." You say. "But it's hard not feeling this way when you are the youngest, when your siblings started to live their lives independently younger than you. It feels..." You can't finish your thought process, because a loud sob rips through you.

"I know" he says, truly knowing what you mean. Jason thinks like that too, even though he is the second oldest. He will always try to meet Dick's standards, even if it was never asked for him to.

"I feel like they don't understand me anymore. I feel like I am not their little girl anymore and it's hurting like hell. I just wanted to be seen by them again and not be pushed aside." You say, hugging him closer to you.

"But why do you feel like that?" He asks, twisting a piece of your hair in his point finger.

"Because they don't pay attention to my needs anymore, and I know I am a full grown adult but they still do everything possible to my siblings." Sometimes you even wonder if they are like that with you because you don't have kids yet.

"What they do to your siblings, love?" You take a deep breath again and try to not sound jealous or petty.

"They help with my nephews and my niece. They help economic wise and when my siblings need, they listen to their issues. I wonder if we had kids they wold start to pay attention to me again." You voice your thoughts, shrinking yourself because you feel pathetic.

"Maybe your siblings need help. Maybe they think you need space. Or maybe they think you don't need them." You negatively shake your head to the last one.

"They don't think I don't need them. They think I need them too much, my mom say it today."

Jason clicks his tongue. He adores your mom, but sometimes she can be way too judgemental or harsh in her words.

"Now why would she say that?" He asks, his voice slightly annoyed.

"Because I need help with some legal things about my old college and I wanted her help, we argued over that. She doesn't have time for me, but it's been a month of me asking for help with that." You explain, playing wit your fingers, tiny tears running down your cheeks.

"My dad got envolved when we started yelling at each other things that were bottle up. He yelled at me and told me that if I kept my attitude you wouldn't stay." Now Jason was angry. How dare his father-in-law assume he would ever leave you because you demanded attention and help?

"I would never leave you. I know you are high maintenance but so I am. I am even more than you and you never once told you would leave because of that." Jason says, bringing you into his lap. You rest your head in his shoulder.

"I know. But he doesn't know that, so he just assumed things. Anyways we said a lot of bad things to each other. A lot of yelling and even some insults from both parts. I hate myself for that but I hate them even more." Your hands are tightly wrapped around his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

"Why do you hate yourself and why do you hate them?" He asks, pretending that your nails aren't hurting his shoulders.

"I hate myself because I lost control and I think I've lost their love, respect and support. I hate them for finally showing their humans flaws, for not staying into that child and yearly teens glow." You tell him, not having tears to cry anymore, only a feeling of emptiness and angry in your chest.

Jason hums, rocking you side to side in a comforting way.

"I think that you are only angry, my love. " He tells you, and you nod, knowing that his probably right.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Jason only picks you up and lay you down in the bed, cuddling you closer to him.

You inhale his scent. Gunpowder, cologne, cigarettes and coffee. It calms you down, making your chest grow with tenderness and love and you relax.

You let Jason lullaby you to sleep, his deep voice near your ear and his breath against your cheeks and neck. You let yourself fall into dreamland.

And Jason watches you, thinking about all the ways his going to comfort you after you wake up. He plans on cooking your favorite food, putting in your favorite movie or favorite Taylor Swift album, making a good warm bath for you, his gorgeous soulmate. God, he even plans in letting you cry more even if it hurts him seeing you cry.

Slowly he drift into sleep, one arm around your waist and one around your shoulders, with one of your legs resting on his hips. He knows it's going to be difficult to take you out of your angry state. He knows it's going to be hard to make you stop to demand too much of yourself.

But Jason will try, because he loves you and wants your best.

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