#redhood one shot

[sleepyangelkami]

CALEFACTION j.todd

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 3.4K

JASON TODD X FEM READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - that classic enemies to lovers when said enemies brother shows up with a bleeding boy in need of your aid, and requests he stays the night and who were you to refuse the bloodied boy?

 ☆ WARNINGS - blood, gore, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, injuries, suggestive themes if you squint, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it must have been nearing one am when you were abruptly awoken from your rest by the relentless pounding against your front door. the first thing that had sprung to mind was that you were in danger, that someone was going to hurt you until you came to your senses, realising that if anyone were here to hurt you, they certainly wouldn't have knocked on your front door. then worry struck you in your gut, it was no secret that you were friends with many special people, though said special people weren't exactly great at dodging danger when it came to it which is why you hurriedly slipped on your night gown, making it towards the door before the pounding may stop.

your eyes were still a little blurry from the sleep that had been embedded in them, your hand coming up to rub the grogginess away while the other opened the door with a furrow to your brow, wondering which one of your friends had gotten into trouble now.

you would have been lying if you said you hadn't expected to see dick grayson, standing in his nightwing costume at your door for you were often greeted with the sight seeing as he was never too good at cleaning himself up when it came to wounds and sometimes you were far closer than the wayne manor, he would have no time to visit alfred pennyworth and get cleaned up but what did surprise you, however, was the fact he was clean of bruises and cuts but instead they lay on the man next to him. jason todd. dressed in his usual red hood attire clutching his side that was so obviously dripping with blood.

you inhaled a small breath of air as your eyes caught the two, blood dotted the mans clothes and his face as he all but hung to his older brother who had attempted to hold him upright. "what happened?" you gushed, obviously worried for the man you knew was your sworn enemy but despite your obvious distaste for him, you still ushered the men inside, shutting the door as you did so.

dick spoke for the bleeding man. "tried to take everyone down by himself, i caught them before they could beat him to death." though it was an exaggeration your heart still clenched, remembering the day that the joker had finally lost it, beating poor jason todd to death, not that you thought there was anything poor about him.

you would help jason todd because his brother was your best friend and not because down deep in your heart of glass, you cared for him. "bathroom." was all you could mutter giving a side eye to the raven haired boy, how idiotic could he be to go off on them like that? again? it was no surprise that the man was a bit of a hothead and certainly didn't take no for an answer but after what had happened last time, you had assumed that he must have learned his lesson.

dick dragged his brother into the bathroom where you had patched him up a hundred times too many, he knew you hated it, when he brought himself or one of his brothers to your house for patching up, not that you wouldn't do it but he always noticed the look in your eyes one that told him it shattered you inside and out. while dick was busy trying to sit his younger brother on the side of the bathtub, you were inside your room, shuffling around for the first aid kit that you always kept open, knowing that with friends like yours, it would certainly come in handy.

neither of the men breathed a word as you set the med kid on the table, opening it with ease. you turned your head to the older man, a slight flush decorating your cheeks. "you need to take your top off." you mumbled under your breath but of course he had heard. "so i can get at the wound." you comfirmed yet still there was a blush on your face, why? you weren't too sure.

but when that idiotic, shit eating smirk fell on his lips, you opted to rolling your eyes despite your flustered state. "if you wanted me to get naked, you could have just said so-"

there was no need to cut him off for dick had done that for you. "jason." he warned as he looked towards the man who, despite his smirk, had a little pain in his eyes from the wound. he always saw jason as a flirt, he would chat up anything with two legs but now certainly wasnt the time for flirting especially since you had begun to help him even if he was the man you despised the most.

jason rolled his eyes. "neither of you know how to have a little fun." but nevertheless, his bruised hand came down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it with a wince, but you didn't reach out to help, knowing better than to put your hands on him if you weren't helping him.

dick sighed, leaning against the door frame. "you got coffee, y/n/n?" he questioned using your nickname to which you instantly turned, nodding your head.

"second drawer." you didn't even drink the beverage but despite that, you always kept some knowing how dick grayson and tim drake absolutely adored it and they had nearly spent more time at your apartment than you had.

"thanks." a small smile finding his face before he left the bathroom, leaving you and jason alone. a small sigh left your lips before you turned back around only to freeze momentarily at the sight. you had completely forgotten that you had asked him to remove his shirt and to say you were a little surprised when you were met with his bare chest was an understatement. you gulped lightly, his extreme height not helping the fact you were practically against his muscular chest, the bathroom was rather small.

"its rude to stare." he spoke yet in a hushed tone that had your stomach swirling.

"so is bleeding on my carpet." you retorted, ignoring the way your cheeks had flared up at the fact he had caught you staring but even as you prepared the alcohol you had to press into his side, your eyes couldn't help but flicker towards his abs that lay right in front of you. you mixed the liquid together but you could feel a burning stare on your face, your eyes flickered up as if to catch him in the act, he never looked away. his eyes bore into your own as if he wasn't ashamed at the fact you had caught him staring. your plan had been to make him embarrassed but all it had done was make you even more flustered, turning your nose up at him before pouring the liquid into a cotton pad. "'s gonna hurt." you murmured to him, readying him before you could place it on his wound.

"i've had worse." classic jason todd, never admitting that he could get hurt. you didn't know what had possessed you but for a second you were almost excited to see his face twist in pain when you placed the cotton pad on his wound, you wanted to prove him wrong yet you still placed your hand on his stomach gently before softly pressing the cotton pad against it. your eyes fluttered up to his own, awaiting a hiss or some kind of acknowledgement but all he wore was a smug smirk. this wasnt fair. you swore he was on something or had numbing cream for you knew that if it were you in his position you may have screamed.

but nevertheless, you cleaned him up as gently as you could, ignoring the oh so close proximity between your face and his chest.

by the time you had finished, bloodied cotton pads had spread all around the top of your bathroom drawer and all that was left was to wrap him up. you had only noticed when you placed down the final cotton pad that your hand was still placed upon his warm skin, straight on his abs, you were wondering why his smirk never left his lips. instantly, you pulled it away before he could so much as open his mouth and instead focused on the body wrap you had for him so you could bandage the now clean wound.

"hold still." you mumbled without so much as a glance to his face before holding the wrap to him. "can you hold it here?" he didn't respond to the question, although his hand had reached down to hold where it was you had asked him to. you ignored the spark of electricity that pulsed through your veins at his gentle touch, brushing across your hand with his own. sucking in a breath, you began to wrap him completely from the stomach around his chest and finally you tied a little knot in the end, snipping off the excess so it wouldnt get in his way. "all done." but just as your eyes fluttered up once more, you realised just how close he had been.

you could feel his breath mixing with your own, the soft rhythm of his hearbeat against his own chest, your skin on his, but you knew your own heartbeat was going a hundred miles an hour. you tried to stop the thousands of thoughts running through your mind, the way your hands practically shook. you hated him. you were supposed to hate him. his snide remarks and his haughtiness that could make anyone sick to their stomach, his arrogance and his ignorance that could only make ones blood boil so why did you stand with butterflies practically swarming your stomach. One thing was for sure, the way your eyes stayed focused on one another, was much too strong for people who were supposed to hate one another.

and as the tension grew thicker, you could only clear your throat, eyes opting to glancing down at your sock covered feet. "uhm, im gonna go make sure dick got that coffee." any excuse to leave the situation you were in, but why? you liked the way it felt standing so close to him, you liked the way you liked him, the way you didn't have to pretend to hate him and for just a second, you let your barrier break down. "can you take that to my room, please? thank you." not giving him a minute to respond before scattering from the room. classic y/n always running from her problems but you couldn't help it, you had to leave for you were worried that if you stayed in that room any longer, you'd forget yourself and you'd forget all the things that made jason todd bad. but for some reason, some crazy absurd reason, you wanted to. you wanted to see him for who he truly was and not just the snob who thought every girl would fall to his feet, but now, as he stood injured in your bathroom, was not the time.

when you had made it to the kitchen you spotted dick grayson in an instant. he was sat on one of the chairs, sipping the coffee with his phone in hand, scrolling through whatever feed he found interesting. "hey, y/n/n." he spoke, glancing up from the phone before setting it on the table. "all finished?" but you couldn't bring yourself to speak, so you nodded, silently. "great, thank you, y/n, really, all your help is appreciated and i know this isnt exactly how you wanted to spend your night but i really appreciate how you did all this."

your brows furrowed, you knew dick was gratetful but you have known dick since you were very young, you knew he was never this grateful so you simply gave him a confused glance. "what do you want, richard?" making sure to use the name he knew you only used when you were sceptical, or you opted to make fun of him for.

he sighed, lowly, knowing you could always see through him. "can i ask you one more favour?" you groaned and pushed your head back, it was bad enough that you were beginning to warm up to the man, how much more torture could dick possibly bring you? "one more favour for the night and then im gone, i promise." you folded your arms across your chest, biting the inside of your cheek and looking towards the man. slowly, you nodded, this would come to be a regret as the next words slipped from his lips. "can he stay the night?" your eyes practically bulged out of your head. "look, you know i wouldnt be asking if it werent important. you saw him, hes in no shape to walk back to the manor." and it wasnt as if any of you had a car on speed dial and it was much too late for taxis. "please, y/n, your the only one who can help here."

you sighed, glancing to the older man with a look of regret in your eye before the words could so much as be uttered from your lips. "fine." you saw the way his face lit up, becoming excited. "but only this once, dick, i mean it, it's not becoming a habit." the last thing you needed was famous vigilante's inhabiting your apartment every evening.

"thank you, thank you, thank you." rushing over to crush you into an embrace that lasted mere seconds. he knew it was much bigger than just allowing someone in your apartment. you always let dick crash over and whenever it was needed, you'd let anyone one of your friends without so much as a bat of an eye but jason wasnt your friend, and dick knew that.

"yeah, yeah, now you better get back to bruce and let him know whats going on." ignoring the slight swell in your heart at the mans embrace, you truly loved dick grayson, all things platonic. "maybe he can knock some sense into jason and not have him run off like that again, you know what happened last time, dick." bruce nodded his head, glancing down to his feet.

and then he looked back up where you stood, already fumbling with your fingers, tonight would not go as swimmingly as he was planning, that much was for sure. "I know, i'll take care of it, i promise." placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head in a brotherly manner. "thanks again."

"dont mention it." with a small smile on your face until finally you bid your goodbyes, allowing him to leave. you then turned from your now shut door, a sigh falling past your lips. oh boy.

you had made it up the stairs in no time, on your way into your bedroom, barely glancing down at your phone to check the time. almost two am, you hadnt realised how long it had taken to patch the man up. your feet padded against the ground until finally you made it into your bedroom where you were greeted with a six foot man looking at your pride and prejudice book that had sat atop your locker table. "hi." your low mumble catching his attention as his eyes instantly fell from the book onto you. he hadnt meant to snoop but when he saw jane austens book, he couldn't help himself. "dick just left, said you should stay here the night, so..." trailing off with an awkward look etched to your features but as much as you tried, you couldnt will yourself to look into his eyes.

"you okay with that?" there was something about his tone of voice, maybe it was because he was tired, wore out, but it was much... softer, as if something had come over him and replaced jason todds soul with someone who had just an ounce of empathy in them.

"yeah, 'course." attempting to throw him a thin lipped smile that looked to be as fake as ever, he saw right through it but said nothing. his eyes watched you as you travelled across the room, opening your wardrobe to grab a rather large blanket out of there, it didn't look warm however, very light and would offer nothing in the cold weather you were now experiencing. "you know where the bathroom is and theres snacks and drinks in the kitchen if you wake up- oh and try not to move too much on your bandage, it might rip."

but his brows only furrowed, eyes glancing straight down at the blanket in your hands. "where are you going?"

you looked up, as if it were obvious. "to sleep on the couch." the blanket would hardly be much use but it wasnt as if you were going to snatch the comforter off of jason.

his brows furrowed. "It's your house. i'll sleep on the couch."

"You're the guest. I'll sleep on the couch."

"trust me, i've slept in worse conditions-"

"trust me, the couch isnt at all bad-"

"you'll freeze."

"so, i'm supposed to let you freeze?"

"You know..." he trailed, eyes glancing over at your bed. "the bed is big enough to fit two." sure, it was a double bed and you had shared it with many people before whether it was a girly sleepover or dick or tim sleeping over, in fact, you remembered one night when you dick and tim all slept on it together but to share a bed with jason todd, that was a different story. he seemed to notice your hesitance. "come on, sweetheart, i'll stick to my own side." ignoring the name uttered so gracefully from his lips, directed at you nonetheless.

"fine." placing the throw on the bottom of the bed. "but don't go making this into a thing." throwing him a look as you moved towards the other side of the bed, peeling open the covers.

"thing? what thing? theres no thing?" but you couldnt miss the snide smirk on his lips. you were the first to climb under the covers and he followed but as soon as you had both made it inside, neither of you had moved. as if two turtles frozen on their backs facing the roof.

silence washed over you both, not a relitively awkward one though it wasn't too comfortable either. "'m gonna turn off the light." you spoke in a mumble, reaching over to switch off the dim lamp and suddenly the only source of light was the hallway light from outside the room, you always kept it on in the night, it was a fear you had been indulged in ever since you were young.

you turned over, ignoring his presense and instead focusing on sleep, you needed it and it was much too late to do anything more about the situation you had stuck yourself into. just as sleep was about to over come you, you heard a small, mere mumble. "goodnight, y/n." and you were sure it was the softest tone he had ever spoken to you.

your face softened despite the fact he couldnt see you. "goodnight, jason." and just like that, you were lulled to sleep. the both of you. turns out sharing a bed inst too hard once you stay to your own side of it and you were sure that you hadnt so much as laid a finger on the boy in your sleep.

when jason awoke early that morning, he registered the feeling of something on his arm, a light weight that he easily could have wriggled out of but for some reason, he didnt. his eyes opened and squinted slightly due to the light coming through the window and as he looked down he noticed you, nuzzling into him.

jason todd was sure at that very moment that his heart melted into a blob. somehow, his arm had managed to wrap around you in his sleep and you had managed to end up safe and sound, nuzzled into him, your skin cold but his own warm and with the method of calefaction, it had managed to rub off on you. his eyes softened at the sight, something he never truly thought he could ever see his entire life.

maybe he didnt hate you as much as everyone had thought but as he pulled his phone from the drawer next to him, snapping a quick shot, he grinned.

he was never going to let you live this down. even if, per se, he did like it much more than he'd ever admit.

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[frankieburieshisdead]

𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

cw: NSFW, praise kink, minors DNI

You sighed, gripping the back of your head with one hand and Jason's chest with the other. Tonight was slow. He had stumbled into your apartment, half dead wearing the case he had been working on for almost a month now. You had convinced him to pull Dick in, who subsequently pulled Tim in, who pulled Steph in, so on and so forth. The case was wrapped up a couple days later. This one exhausted him more than any other you'd seen. A string of children pulled out of the narrows to run heroin across to star city. As soon as you got the details of the case you knew you would loose him to it. At least for a while. Now he's back, and under you, inside you, and you plan to keep him that way for as long as he'll let you.

It's never like this with Jason. He has this frenetic energy when the two of you are together. This raw thing that men generate from years of repression, years of stuffing men's health magazines under their mattresses and looking the other way in locker rooms. It's being pressed against bathroom walls, bent over desks and fooling around under them. It's rough, fast, good.

This was not that. You had stripped Jason slowly. Pulling his jeans down to nuzzle at his underwear. Brought him to a hard standing with light kisses up and down his torso. The two of you were tucked in the padded reading nook in the lounge, propped up by Jason's leg and you weren't so much riding as rocking gently. You were practically cradled in his pelvis, panting as you let him grind into you.

You didn't even mean to say it, you just felt so good, it was falling out of your mouth before you could catch it:

"God you're good, such a good boy."

Your hands were cradling his face now, so you got a perfect view when his eye's rolled back into his head and bucked into you, whimpering like a puppy.

Oh. Oh.

"Good. So good. You're perfect Jason. You're my good boy aren't you?"

Jason was unraveling under you. His hands were clutching at your waist, gripping and letting go, digging and massaging into the dip of your waist. His face was scrunched up, mouth gasping like he was trying to cut off the moans with his throat. He was close. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. Pulsing. You levered yourself against his chest, bouncing properly for the first time since the two of you started. He practically screamed, muzzling himself against his shoulder like he was covering a sob.

"Oh Jay it's okay. I'm here baby and you're good. You're good Jay."

He shook apart. Shoulders and waist convulsing. Tears streamed down his face, dipping into his open mouth and down into the dip of his collar bone. He was beautiful. You felt warm spurts go off inside you, and you tipped your head back as the pressure brought you over the edge as well.

You collapsed against him, keeping your nose tucked against his, breathing him in. His arms slowly wrapped around you, compressing your bodies together and letting him bulk swallow you.

"Can I... um, can I stay inside you." He sounded embarrassed to ask, like it was a naughtier than what you'd just done.

"Mmyeah Jay." You adjusted him under you so could cradle his head against your neck. "Tired?"

It was partly rhetorical. You could feel him nodding off against your shoulder, head tipping back so you could get a peak at that cute white streak. You fell asleep with him inside you, burying himself as deep as he would go and squeezing you like he thought you'd disappear in his sleep. He really was perfect.

END

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[welcometogrouchland]

Hating on Beast World bc of event fatigue is something I agree and can sympathise with but I REFUSE to get behind beast world slander that stems solely from the fact that the superheroes are furries now and you see furries as something inherently derogatory. Stop using 'furry' in the pejorative or face my blade

#ramblings of a lunatic #do i think beast world will be good? no #do i think it will be of consequence overall? also no and therefore I'm not mad about it's existence bc it won't alter anything #which yes in and of itself is a flaw but not one that personally enrages me #''some of the furry designs are bad-'' true but some of them rip ass. wolf!batman and redhood? kitty!damian? phoenix!powergirl? these fuck #there's more I'm forgetting #but overall? it'll be a month where either the a book I'm following has a fun and stupid tie-in i can relish in #or it'll have a boring/lame tie in i can ignore #it's not even stopping that many books. they're going for the beast world tour tie ins instead so most books don't even have to stop #the only ones that seem like they're stopping for it are nightwing and titans. and none of u even like those books bc of TT #steph and cass get a one-shot irey west gets a one-shot damian gets an appearance in nightwing. literally this is a win for me specifically #anyway. beast world almost definitely going to be dumb but am I mad? no. i like comics even when they're dumb and not good #and i think the furries are a bonus. so overall this is a win for me

[gay-dorito-dust]

hmmm just imagine Jason Todd with a girlfriend pretty and kind like an angel and everyone is just shocked because 'how they're a couple??"

Think I went a little of ask for this one 😂 🦦

Jason calls you his angel for a reason.

You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re downright beautiful/gorgeous and withheld an equally sweet, kind soul that bleeds through everything that you did or said. When you met Jason he was on the cusp of unconsciousness, finding him just slumped at your front door, severely injured. Anyone else who knew better would’ve left him but no, not you. You brought him -THE RedHood- into your house and home out of the kindness of your heart and patched him up as best as you could.

Heaven sent is another name of endearment that Jason called you and it held true on a plethora of occasions where he would find himself being dragged back at your doorstep, and it wasn’t long after that did Jason finally allow himself to pursue a chance at happiness by your side, and he’d be damned if it wasn’t the best decision he’s ever made in his entire life because being with you had been nothing short of a dream for Jason. A dream he never thought he’d get to live with the fucked up ordeal of having came back from the dead.

However when his family manages to catch wind of this because nothing stays secret for long, not by a long shot, their first thought was; how?

This wasn’t a slight towards Jason or his character but they couldn’t help but feel as though they’ve blinked and missed something extremely pivotal for this to have become the end result. They weren’t the only one to share this sentiment though as even Jason would be taken aback by your differences and often wondered if you were too different for your relationship to work.

It does however and it was one of the only times where Jason was grateful for being wrong for getting inside his own head, and just before he possibly ruins the best thing that has ever happened to him in a long, long while by self sabotage too. God only knows how much Jason would’ve hated himself for doing such a heinous thing to someone as underserving of such treatment as you.

So when Dick asks him one day ‘how did you manage to get someone like them?’ Whilst gesturing to you as you talked with the likes of Duke, Stephanie and Cass and getting along. Jason couldn’t think of a clear answer that would be enough to satisfy his brother’s curiosity because how was he meant to answer that question without it sounding generic and unoriginal.

‘Did you use any offhanded tactics to get them to be in a relationship with you?’ Damian asks and Dick gives him a look, only for the younger of the two of them to shrug his shoulders. ‘It was only a simple question Grayson.’

‘Yeah, just not one you ask when your brother comes home for the first time in months, and in a relationship nonetheless with the epitome of sweetness.’ Dick replied before looking over to Jason who was looking over at you with soft yet protective look on his face, but before Dick could say anything about how nothing was going to happen to you whilst in the Wayne Manor, Jason had already found the answer he has been looking for the entire evening.

‘They saved me.’ In the moment he said those words you looked over at him, Dick and Damian and smiled brightly that it never failed to knock the air out of Jason’s lungs upon seeing it. His angel, his heaven sent, the face he is blessed to see first and last thing in the mornings and late nights where he gently scolds you for staying up for him before kisses you in gratitude for doing so anyway.

Dick seemed content with this answer and meanwhile Damian looked visibly indifferent, he made a noise that said that he was also satisfied with this answer, just in time too as you came over to Jason and subtly held his pinkie with your own as you kissed his cheek. ‘You didn’t to tell me how cool your siblings were Jay!’ You began when Dick decided to join in on it too as he looked as Jason, betrayed. ‘You didn’t? Why not? Is it because you want your lovely partner to always be biased towards you?’ He pouts.

You chuckled and patted Jason on the bicep as you addressed Dick. ‘I’m always going to be bias towards my Jason.’ You admitted, causing a wave of warmth to flood Jason’s entire body upon hearing your confident confession. ‘For he is simply the best man I have ever met and that will never change.’

‘Never?’ Dick asked.

‘Never.’ You answered.

‘Even if he may be in the wrong sometimes?’ Damian asked this time and you shrugged, still smiling. ‘Not all of us are perfect beings and that’s a reality I’d accept rather than one where we’re all without flaw, physical or otherwise.’ Jason felt as though he might combust from your words alone but managed to compose himself enough to press a kiss to your temple to whisper against it. ‘Thank you baby.’

‘Anything for you Jaybirdie.’ You responded in kind, feeling him take hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers together as you rested your head against his bicep as you both continued to talk with Damian and Dick.

Yours and Jason’s relationship may not be what many expected it to be or make logical but why should it when you and Jason were more than happy together?

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[xan-izme]

Double Life: 6 (ATSV x reader x Batfam)

Summary: Can't have family dinner without a little family drama

Part 5 Part 7

You and Redhood were currently having a standoff.

You were freaking out a little. Because how long was he standing there? Watching you. . . did he see you use the watch for the portal? how much does he know now? He knows your Spider-woman. This wasn't supposed to happen. Spider-woman was supposed to be dead. Gone.

All of this was going through your mind.

Redhood on the other hand, just didn't like another vigilante doing their business here. Whatever shit he just saw go down, didn't need to be here in Gotham.

"So, you're going to tell me what you're doing here in Gotham? or do I have to put a built in ya for you to talk."

You can tell he isn't bluffing. You've done some research on the vigilantes of Gotham. And Redhood, is known to be one of the most violent ones. You must be cautious.

"Not here to fight. Was just taking care of my own problem." You put your hands up in the air to show you're not causing any harm. But Redhood still kept the gun pointed at you. Walking even more closer to you.

"Whatever problem you have here at Gotham. Is mine as well." Redhood kept a mental note to report this back to Bruce. As Redhood came closer to you. He saw a chip on the ground. An odd looking one.

You mentally curse as you watched Redhood pick up the chip the green goblin anomaly had dropped. You can't risk it being in Redhood's hands right now. You used your web shooter to retrieve the chip.

"This is mine." You stuffed it in your pocket. Redhood frowns. "What's in the chip." He still had the gun pointed to you.

"That's for me to worry about. So, how about we just, go our separate ways and-" Before you can finish your sentence. There was a large explosion at the side of the building. Causing you to fall on your knees and dropping the chip.

"What the hell?" Redhood mumbled. Once he heard multiple gunshots going off, that's when he remembered what he was really here for. He got so distracted he forgot about a gang deal that he was supposed to stop. He cursed under his breath and quickly ran to the window and jumped out of it.

You sighed and was about to just leave this to Redhood. This was his city after all. And he didn't seem to kind on newcomers. But you heard the multiple gunshots and shouting. That sounds like a lot of people. And he's just one man. . .

Redhood was taking cover behind a car. He had already taken down ten guys. But there were a lot more left. He peeks out from behind the car. Trying to come up with a plan to deal with the many more gang members.

Suddenly, you come swinging down with a . . . log? what the hell. where the hell did you get a log?

He watched in utter disbelief as you knocked out a good number of gang members You made your witty comments as you casually roasted the gang members about their hair, tattoos and poor outfit choices.

You were able to buy Redhood some time to get to the leaders of the two gangs. You distracted the gang members as Redhood easily fought his way through to get to the gang leaders who were trying to get away.

Redhood put the leaders down and tied them up. Whilst you had already tied up the other gang members. Redhood turned around, and saw you were already climbing back into the building.

You were in the building. With a silver suitcase that belonged to one of the gangs. You had an odd feeling about it and snatched it. As you opened it, your surprised to see Alchemax tech.

What the hell is Alchemax tech doing all the way here in Gotham. Whatever it is, it's not good. You quickly closed the case and had already decided to take it back home with you.

Before you could leave the building. You heard another shot ring throughout the building. A built was shot to the wall next to you, causing you to stop in your tracks. You slowly turn around to see it was Redhood.

"That case doesn't belong to you." Redhood spoke to you aggressively. Which you fully understand. But he doesn't understand the dangers of what was in this case. and you couldn't explain it to him.

"Sorry buddy. But this is coming with me. You understand right?" You don't even wait for an answer "Ah, knew you'd understand. Thanks!" You quickly dashed out of the room. You hear Redhood following.

Right before you could use your web to get out, Redhood tackles you.

You two fight and struggle to get the case from one another. suddenly, as he ripped the case away from you, he took of your makeshift mask that covered your face.

. . . .

You stayed silent as you realized he has seen your face. You frown, deeply upset about this situation.

"Damn, you're just a kid." Redhood huffed out as he gripped onto the case.

You were upset with the turn of events here, and used both of your webs and shot them at him. Using your supper strength and pulling hard, causing him to stumble, and for his own mask to fall off.

You yanked the mask towards you and held it. Giving him a cheeky grin. "Look, now we're even." You then see his face, and how angry he looks. He looks young too, has to be in his early to mid 20's. and then you see part front of his hair that looked dyed white. You were about to make a snarky comment about it. Then suddenly, you two hear sirens. The cops. For that quick split moment that Redhood was distracted, you threw his mask/helmet at him, he caught it with both hands, causing him to let go of the case.

You used your web shooter and was able to quickly get your hands on the case. You grabbed your mask and quickly slipped it on and ran out of Redhood's sight.

You safely made it home. You stored the case in your secret hiding spot in the bathroom. You gave a quick report on your watch and sent it to HQ.

This isn't good. Redhood saw your face, and you saw his. But that doesn't secure anything. But what worried you most, was Alchemax. Alchemax gave you a hard time in New York. Their, on the low schemas and collaborating with other big-time criminals for more experiments that hurt not only animal subjects, but humans as well. You had to get in touch with Miles and your uncle Aron to inform them of this situation.

As you were in deep thought. A knock was heard at your door. Then you hear Damian's voice.

"Y/n? father wants to make sure you're ready for tonight's dinner." He spoke from the other side of the door.

You let out a deep sigh. Sitting on your bed. So much has happened today. From your panic attack earlier this morning to this moment now. That you had completely forgotten about the dinner.

"Yeah, be done in five." You responded with a very noticeable tired tone. Damian nods to himself. "Okay." And with that, Damian left to meet up with Alfred and his father downstairs. Damian isn't all too happy about seeing Jason. And just hopes Jason will act properly and not make you upset during dinner time.

Bruce had bought you another dress, it was nice and loos and kind of made you look younger. Probably due to the designed. Your hair was let down. You were fidgeting with your bracelet. A little nervous to meet this Jason guy. Your already on good terms with the others, you just hope not to make a bad impression. You were told Jason is a little complicated, so you had to be cautious.

You left your room and bumped into Tim. You and Tim began to have small talk about random things. He mainly asked you what you were more interested besides from video games and your deep interest in Geology.

As you and Tim talk while walking downstairs. Damian was able to slip into your room without anyone's knowledge.

Damian made a beeline for your desk. He searched your desk. Finding mainly schoolwork paper, and some old receipts, which he found off, why did you still have old receipts?

His eyes shifted to your small trash can. And here he sees the crumbled up note you threw away from before. He picked out the note and opened it up.

Call if you need help.

-Miguel

Damian began to wonder who this Miguel person was. With the way you acted when you read the note, you and Miguel don't seem to be on good terms. Mainly you not being friendly to the thought of him. Damian slipped the note in his chest pocket and left your room quietly.

Everyone was downstairs at the dining room table. Dinner was served, but Jason hadn't arrived yet. You were sat next to Bruce who was at the head of the table on your left. And Tim being at on your right, Damian sat across from you, Dick being next to Damian.

"Jason's late." Bruce sighed out under his breath. He looked at you with an apologetic expression. But you just smile, before you could say anything. Damian scoffed.

"What did you expect. That big oaf can't be held accountable for these events. Won't be surprised if he doesn't arrive at all."

"Damian." Dick seemed to not like what Damian said.

Just from this. You know that Damian isn't fond of Jason. But then again, Damian isn't fond of anyone that much.

"Y/n, your aunt called. She said there was a party for your uncle she wanted you to attend." Bruce changed the subject. You paused from the change of subject.

Before you could speak, your cut off once again. The door opens, and in comes Alfred. "Master Jason has arrived." Alfred steps to the side and your heart drops.

Jason. . . Redhood is Jason!?

You and Jason just stare at each other, wide eyed.

"Jason, your late." Bruce sighed out. Jason just kept staring at you. A lot going through his mind right now. You began to get nervous and very anxious. You avoided eye contact with Jason and took a sip of your water.

Jason frowns and took his seat. "Traffic." Was all he said as he sat next to Dick. Bruce began to introduce you to Jason in a more formal way.

Jason just stared at you and leaned back in his chair. "You're Y/n?" Jason spoke with dismay. You set your cup down and gave him a strained smiled. "Yes."

It was silent for a moment, only the silverware clicking against the plates could be heard. Then Bruce decided to continue speaking with you. "Anyways, Y/n. The party your aunt wants you to attend."

"Yeah, my uncle was promoted to captain." You took a sip from your water, still feeling Jason staring at you.

"That's good. How long has your uncle been in the police force?" Bruce asked as he was cutting up his stake.

"Almost 15 years I think." You're not fully sure. You just know your uncle Jeff was a police man for a long time.

Jason lets out a loud hum. "Your uncles a police man. . . interesting." You looked at Jason. The two of you make eye contact. You let out a small, forced smile to Jason. Jason doing the same to you.

There was a clear tension between you and Jason. He knows your secret, and you know his. The question is, who has more to lose?

#atsv x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #damian wayne #batfam x reader #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #across the spiderverse #actsv x reader #alfred pennyworth

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Damian

“Damian, don’t you want to see your surprise? I think you’ll love it.” He grinned maliciously as he gestured for someone to step forward.

Damian’s breath was caught as one of the ninjas from grandfather’s guard stepped forward and crouched into a fighting stance. Everything about them was entirely too familiar. Grandfather was saying something but the ringing in his ears was making it hard to understand.

“— happened? We found him and now he’s back home. Don’t you want to come back and see him Damian?” Grandfather had walked up to the figure as he was talking. Reaching a hand up, he pulled the half mask down to reveal their face. “He’s excited to see you.”

His chest was aching now as he listened to his family behind him taking in the scene. Even as he shifted into his own battle stance it felt like his face and hands had been dipped in static. He was sure he wasn’t getting oxygen adequately but still he couldn’t take his eyes off what could have been a mirror image of himself if he’d never left the league. From the hair and the outfit, to the burning green eyes glaring back. He knew however, he wasn’t looking at a clone. He was looking at his worst nightmare, something that the pits had brought to life.

He felt a hand drop down on his shoulder and he flinched. A quick glance at the blue stripes give the culprit up as Richard but the familiar comfort he usually got from his adopted brother never came. He clenched his jaw to steady himself. There was no way grandfather had done what he was thinking. This has to be a clone or something else being used to entice him back to the league.

“Grandfather, I fail to see what use another clone could be. I would think that after the first attempt of using clones failed you would try a different method.” He made sure to sound as bored as possible, knowing how his grandfather played with emotions. His grandfather seemed to be amused if anything, a cruel smirk settling across his face.

“I would not bring you a mere clone Damian. Is it the green eyes throwing you off? It’s merely a side effect of the pits as you well know.” Here he shot a pointed look towards Redhood before glancing back. “Don’t you recognize your own twin?”

The ringing was back.

“He simply needed a quick dip in the pits before he was willing to listen. Here lately the aggression has been quite handy.” Grandfather stepped back at the same time he let go of the figures shoulder. “Cosmas, why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?”

Damian’s eyes quickly snapped back to the boy as he started moving. Pulling out a blade that looked shockingly similar to his brother’s—his real, dead, twin brother’s—sword. With the way his eyes were glowing, Damian couldn’t tell any emotions coming from him. He quickly unsheathed his matching sword as he watched the figure—supposedly his brother— smirk.

Danny POV

Danny was shocked.

Surprised.

Absolutely flabbergasted.

Never had he imagined this scenario for himself, and he’s been through some pretty wild shit!

Okay, so to start out his eyes are glowing green due to being literally dunked in rancid ectoplasm like ten time. Which is just ew. He was also forced to change into an old league uniform, given his old sword, and then pretty much pushed out in front of the bats of Gotham within a day of him being taken.

…WAS GRANDFATHER CRAZY??

Obviously grandfather didn’t know about Phantom or he’d be in a lot deeper shit. To be completely honest, he just wanted to go along with this to see Damian again but now he’s supposed to fight the bats? That’s so not happening, Danny enjoyed his half-life. Sure it was overrun by beings trying to kill him but when was that any different than what it was in the league.

Obviously, grandfather just wanted him to die again—

“—recognize your own twin?” Danny’s ears twitched as he heard that, snapping his gaze to the figure squaring up across from him. That was Damian? He looked so…calm. The Damian that Danny was used to had an eternal stick up his ass that made his face look like he was scowling 24/7. Maybe the mask helped with that? Huh. Interesting.

“Cosmas” Ancients he hated that name. “Why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?” He felt grandfather taking a few steps back.

Danny internally scoffed as he went to take out his sword—HIS SWORD!!—that had recently been given to him.

‘Like I’ll ever help you out you senile fruitloop’ Danny smirked as he thought it ‘You just made yourself useless.’

#dp x dc #danny phantom #damian al ghul #twin fic

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They don't even have dental

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Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Danny and Ellie are both on their way to Danny’s apartment. Both flying invisibly while in ghost form with Danny holding onto Ellie’s hand to lead the way to his apartment without losing her.

As they’re flying, the silence gets broken by Ellie. She smacks her lips a few times and lets out a thoughtful hum.

“Mmmm… it’s spicy”

“What? What’s spicy?”

“Red Hood”

“Red Hood?”

“Yeah, his blood. It’s got some twang to it… not too bad to be fair, could use some more kick though” Ellie says with a shrug.

At this point, they’ve reached Danny’s apartment. They enter through the wall, both becoming visible and transforming back, landing on the floor.

Danny levels Ellie with an eyebrow raise he learned from Jazz, though hers is still better.

“Right…” He shakes his head, deciding not to ask. He asks her another couple of questions instead.

“So, care to tell me what you’re doing here in Gotham chewing on the local vigilantes? You know to only bite people in self-defense, when they’re assholes, or with consent, so what made you bite Red Hood?

“What are you even doing in Gotham for that matter? I thought the plan was to stay in Mexico for another week before moving onto Peru?”

He looks at her, eyebrow still raised and arms crossed. The look on his face is neither mad nor annoyed, just curious.

“Would you believe me if I told you I just came to give a surprise visit to my darling involuntary DNA donor?” She asks, putting her hands together in a pleading gesture and batting her eyes with a pout.

“… Well, not if you say it like that…” Danny says with a slight frown.

Ellie pouts before shrugging. “Worth a shot.”

She looks at Danny, seeing he’s still leveling her with a look, and lets out a long dramatic sigh. While sighing, she slinks down onto the floor dramatically.

“Fineeeeee” She draws out, lying flat on the floor.

“But, if you’d had a wider vocabulary you’d know I already told you about what I’m doing here!” She says in an accusatory tone, finger pointing at Danny for good measure.

She then crosses her arms and closes her eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t understand me.”

Danny uncrosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“Not everyone has followed Clockworks ‘Cryptic messaging 101’ course.” He says.

“They should, it was really informative.”

Ellie sits upright with another sigh.

“All I’m doing is testing if he’s good enough for you.” She says.

“If who is good enough for me?”

“If that vigilante boyfriend of yours deserves to date my mold. “ She pauses. “My stencil? Framework? Blueprint?” Ellie trails off, finger on her chin.

“Just call me brother, that’s easier” Danny cuts in.

Ellie waves him off, unconcerned.

“Anyway, he needs to prove himself, his worth, and for that, I’m setting up multiple challenges. If he succeeds them all, he’s got my blessings and is free to date you, if both of you so wish.

“But if he fails…” Ellie trails off. She puts her hands together, a feral grin on her face.

Danny doesn’t bat an eye.

“So what, you came back from Mexico earlier than planned to haze the guy I’m dating?”

“Mhmm!” Ellie nods enthusiastically in response, the feral look from before gone as if it was never there.

“And biting him was just another one of these challenges?” He continues.

“Yup! He passed, by the way, flying colors” Ellie says.

“Do I get to know what exactly you scored him on and what you were testing him for at that moment?”

“Do you want to know?”

Danny pauses.

“You know what… Nah, I’m good.”

Ellie nods along, “A wise decision.”

“Well, since your plans were kinda last-minute, do you need a place to stay?” Danny asks.

“I don’t really have a guest bedroom, apartments too small for that, but the couch is very comfy. 8/10 sleeping spot. Some points get docked ‘cause it still smells like the marinara sauce I spilled on there when I first moved in.” He shrugs.

Ellie shakes her head in response. She stands up, dusting off her pants as she does so, as she replies.

“Nah, no need to worry about me. I’ve got it handled, already found a place to crash for the foreseeable future.” She pauses.

“Though I will raid your ice cream stash. As payment.” Ellie says as she turns around and moves towards Danny’s kitchen where she immediately starts rooting through his freezer.

“Payment? For what? Being a feral little shit and biting my boy— I mean my uh, partner-friend?” Danny asks, not really making any move to stop her from taking his food.

Ellie pretends to not have noticed the slip-up.

“No.” She rolls her eyes. “Payment for being an awesome Fright Knight for His Majesty,” She says, giving him a mocking bow while clutching a tub of ice cream to her chest with one arm.

Danny rolls his eyes right back at her.

“I’m not even king yet.” He denies “Just the Crown Prince. Still have to wait till I’m an elder in ghost years before they can force me on the throne, luckily.”

He then raises an eyebrow at her again.

“And I’m pretty sure the position of Fright Knight is not a paid position”

Ellie gasps dramatically.

“Are you saying you don’t pay your workers, My Liege? Blasphemy!” She sticks the spoon she grabbed from his drawer in the air, still clutching the ice cream tub with her other arm.

“Next you’re gonna tell me we don’t have dental” She scoffs.

Danny thinks for a second.

“Well, uh…”

This elicits another dramatic gasp from Ellie.

“No! I can’t believe it! My very own template, a tyrant! The very thing he destroyed to get where he currently is in the first place” She pretends to almost faint, swaying for a few steps with the hand that’s holding the spoon dramatically on her forehead.

She closes her eyes with a fake sorrowful expression on her face.

“Well, you know what they say. You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain.”

She sadly shakes her head.

 “Wait till I tell Sam about your authoritarian leadership,” She says, looking at Danny with narrowed eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you used the word authoritarian wrong, but I don’t know enough about English to dispute you” Danny shrugs.

Ellie sticks out her tongue at him. Danny just rolls his eyes.

“Just take the ice cream as payment then, Fright Ellie? Ellie Knight?” Danny pauses.

“It’s Sir Ellie the Frightful or Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms,” Ellie says helpfully.

“Right.” Danny nods along. “And I’ll ask Clockwork and Frostbite about the dental stuff, alright?”

Ellie cheers and starts floating. She begins stuffing her face with the ice cream. In between bites, she speaks up again.

“If I don’t hear back about dental within a month, I’m gonna assume you’ve gone full-on tyrant and I’ll start a revolution to dethrone you.” She says with a self-assured nod.

“Not like you’ll have to do a lot of effort for your recruiting, most of them already like you more than me anyway,” Danny replies.

Ellie cackles, by now floating upside down with the ice cream. Once she’s done she speaks up again.

“Hah! Heh… Well, anyway, I’ve got some challenges to prepare. See ya, Mr. Polar Bear!”

Danny’s cheeks flush a little.

“You were there?!”

All he gets in response is another round of cackles as Ellie flies full-speed through the wall of his apartment with the ice cream and spoon, turning invisible once outside.

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It’s the next day when Danny unlocks his phone to a message from the private chat group with Red Hood.

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Private chat

~ RedHood changed the name of Danny to Kangaroo ~

RedHood: There, that’s better.

Kangaroo: hey!! 😲

Kangaroo: I’m not the kangaroo here 😠😠

Kangaroo: like, I was the one who said it!!!

Kangaroo: I said it to you 🫵

Kangaroo: so you’re the kangaroo here 😤

Kangaroo: if anything, I’m the polar bear 😌

Kangaroo: cause of like

Kangaroo: y’know

Kangaroo: yesterday? 🙃

Kangaroo: y’know seeing you reading my messages without replying is kinda nerve racking 😅😓

Kangaroo: not gonna lie

Kangaroo: Red Hood?... 😟

~ RedHood changed the name of Kangaroo to PolarBear ~

~ RedHood changed their name to Kangaroo ~

Kangaroo: This better, Mister ‘I’m the polar bear’?

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Danny smiles down at his phone for a second before replying. His cheeks are slightly pink.

He really likes Hood…

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PolarBear: perfect 😊

Kangaroo: Good.

Kangaroo: Now, I actually messaged you because I wanted to discuss the next date :)

Kangaroo: If you’d still like to go.

PolarBear: yes!

PolarBear: of course I still want to go 😊

PolarBear: does this Saturday afternoon work for you?

Kangaroo: Yep, that works.

PolarBear: great!

PolarBear: but!! ☝️

PolarBear: this time I get to plan the date 😤😌

PolarBear: like, the second part of the date

PolarBear: after tp-ing that manor 😁😇

PolarBear: cause you planned the last date

PolarBear: so I wanna plan this one 🙃

PolarBear: if that’s cool with you too?

Kangaroo: That’s fine by me, Love :)

Kangaroo: How about I pick you up around 3pm this Saturday, I’ll bring us to Wayne Manor, and then for the second part of the date I’ll drive us there with you giving me directions.

PolarBear: sounds good to me!

Kangaroo: Great, see you then :)

PolarBear: see ya! 👋

PolarBear: oh!!

PolarBear: also

PolarBear: feel like I should warn you that you might be seeing Ellie some more in the near future 😅

PolarBear: apparently she’s trying to see if you’re gonna ‘treat me right’ and all that 🤔 🤔

PolarBear: and so she has some challenges or something prepared to make you prove your worth???

PolarBear: the biting thing was a part of that apparently 🤷

PolarBear: but you passed that challenge with flying colors btw 😊👍

PolarBear: anyway

PolarBear: good luck! and I’ll see you on Saturday 👋🙃

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Danny turned off his phone with a smile.

Now, let’s plan that date.

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cant stop thinking of like disabled or chronic pain reader and bats tryna rescue her from a mugger and she ends up pepper spraying them both and beating the guy w her cane and bats 🧍🏽

"Fucking. With. My. Dog. Is. A. Mistake."

Each word was punctuated by either another round from the taser you had or another brutal whack about the head and shoulders with your cane and you weren't going to stop until he was drooling on the pavement.

All poor Cola could do was whimper- feeling like the worst dog ever as he fought the tranquilizer they shot him with. Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne's 'kids" had some kind of kidnapping insurance.

A way for him to make sure he got them back in one piece. And they figured you'd be the easiest target- you know. As long as they took out the dog.

Cola had a reputation as a good guard dog. Loyal and fiercely protective of his owner.

The would be kidnapper was almost relieved when the Bat and Redhood showed up to take stock of the situation.

Almost.

They both had to add insult to injury and render a couple more vicious kicks where he laid curled on the ground drooling in the fetal position.

"Good thing he didn't have a pacemaker," Batman observed wryly, watching Jason put an Arm around your shoulder and gently but firmly pull you out of the way. "Are you hurt?"

"No," you answer, wiping your nose on your sleeve, "Cola-"

"It'll be okay," Jason said.

"I just-"

"Hood," Bruce ordered, cutting him off before he could get to familiar. "Get them both to the Batmobile. Take them to Gordon. I'll hand this moron over to the GCPD." And be there as Bruce Wayne to collect them, he added silently. Knowing Jason could probably lift Cola and not get a bite wound for his efforts... He knew Bruce. Liked him even. But in this state, it was anyone's guess what he'd do if it wasn't someone you were calm around.

He waited until Jason had scooped up the dog and was leading you away. Until you were around the corner. And leveled a kick at the broken collar bone you'd given the man. "The girl is off limits," he growled. "You tell your boss that if we find one bruise or even one hair out of place, I'll burn every warehouse on the docks to the ground."

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[aerascreamer]

After seeing posts about who’s right between Jason and Bruce, I’d say there’s really no definitive answers to this dilemma.

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Batman has the status of a « hero ». Heroes at their core are characters who inspires and embodies important values.

For him, it’s resilience. For him, It’s defiance. It’s putting his life on the line for innocents. It’s looking at crime, violence and darkness right in the eyes and say : no. It’s becoming a beacon in the deepest night.

And it’s sad for me that this aspect is seen as bad. That He’s criticized so much for not wanting to kill when he devoted his entire life against it. That killing is an acceptable answer. That’s he’s criticized for choosing life and investing in infrastructures to rehabilitate and help people in needs (victims AND criminals who wants to turn their life around). He’s the only hero that is frowned upon for incarcerating instead of murdering.

Batman comics have a darker tone than others, but that doesn’t he should become some kind of anti-hero like the Punisher. On the contrary: being in such a dark environment and not falling into it is a testament to his strength of mind.

He should be respected for going against the cycle of violence and bloodshed while offering second chances to those who need it.

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Jason as Robin saw the magic in the mantle and the chance to make the world better.

But all his hopes and dreams were killed by the Joker. A man his mentor and father has been fighting for years already and who killed hundreds.

When he learned that the Joker was still alive, it’s a slap in the face of everthing. He lived to try and make the world better. He grew up in the most ruthless part of Gotham and still hoped for the best. He died at the hands of evil incarnate. He died while saving his mother you betrayed him. He died believe in Bruce’s mission.

And it didn’t matter. Gotham didn’t change. The Joker is still killing. So many victims and their close ones are crying. And there’s a new kid who believes in Batman like he did once.

For him, there needs to be more. Every system in Gotham is failing. The cops are corrupt, Arkham and BlackGate aren’t prison at all, rapist are still running free, people are forced to turn to crime or sell themselves because of poverty while scumbags profit of off their misery. Many people had second chances. Even third and fourth. But they are unredeemable and a threat to innocent people with only one option left: execution.

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In the end both have points and both do fail:

Batman is choosing a non lethal approach to be a beacon, a symbol, a protector. People in Gotham can see there’s someone looking out for them. There’s still good people out there wanting to do the right thing and willing to help you turn your life around.

But some people aren’t good. Some benefits or take pleasure at others suffering and will never take the olive branch to redemption. And those people still walk free. The structures that are supposed to contain or stop those people are failing and letting crime breed.

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Red Hood’s will to get his hands dirty to make Gotham safer by taking out the cruelest of the criminals. People who lived in fear of the bigger fish can sleep in peace. People who lived in pain can finally get retribution and move on. He makes sure the weak and vulnerable are being protected and put an end to their abuse.

But killing can’t be undone. If Red Hood made an error of judgment or mistook the wrong target, then he might have shot an innocent person. Unless he personally saved them or made their lives better, citizens will fear RedHood and not see him any better than Two-Face.

-

As much as I like Jason and Bruce reconciliating, it’s impossible. Batman can’t let Red Hood and let him kill. Red Hood will never believe again in Batman’s way. Batman letting someone kill freely and Red Hood not killing are in anti-thesis of their character.

Either canon make Jason break his principles or fanon break Bruce’s principles in order for them to be father and son again.

The best they’ll get is teaming up out of necessity and putting their differences aside temporarily to save people. But that truth will only end in a fight

Bruce will never be the father Jason needs. Jason will never be the son Bruce knew.

They long for each other.

They love each other.

But there’s no going back to being family.

And, as bittersweet as it is, that’s how the things are now.

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Chapter 24 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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"Y'know, when you said that you had a place with an underground garage, I was expecting something more..." Danny trailed off as he looked around the shadow-y space, his voice echoing off the concrete.  Honestly, the teen didn't know what he was expecting. The past week had been pretty crazy, so it wasn't too far fetched to expect something crazy, like a cave full of bats or something. He definitely should have been expecting a parking garage in what seemed to be the remains of a dilapidated duplex.

"Well, it's no super secret lair, but I figured this would be better than the other place." RedHood, who was back in his vigilante gear, strolled past him and to a rusted door. With a hard twist of the knob, the door swung open with a loud screech of protest, revealing a stairwell that led up. "Most of the building is pretty shot, but there is a little space in the apartment nearest the door on the first floor that I cleaned up a while back. I haven't had to use it in a while, though, so I don't know how clean it is." He let his warning hang in the air for a minute before trudging up the stairs.

"Well, that inspires confidence." Danny mumbled, turning back to the Specter Speeder. The teen held back a groan at the mess in the back, part of him seriously regretting not listening to Sam when she told him to clean up. 'That'll be something to do when I get back home.' He ignored the odd pang in his chest at the thought, instead focusing on one of the junk boxes nearest to him. Pulling the overflowing cardboard closer to him, he bit back a sigh at the messy contents. A few pieces of scrapped blueprints for ghost exterminating tech that he had stashed away from his Dad, some broken components he had swiped from the lab, and a few extra ecto-cartridges that wouldn't be noticed with his parent's inability to keep stock of what they kept in the lab. Danny set the cartridges aside, but stacked everything else back into the box. None of the components would be of use, sadly, but he knew there were at least a few spare parts in here he could salvage. He would just have to keep looking.

"Danny? Are you coming up any time soon?" Danny startled at the voice over his shoulder, whipping around to face Robin. The Vigilante stood only a few inches away, leaning slightly over his shoulder as he sorted through the boxes. 'Are all vigilantes this silent? I didn't even hear him!' He took a moment to breath before he responded to the teen.

"I'll be up in a bit. I have to sort through... all of this." He couldn't help but groan a second time as he gestured to the mess in the back of the Speeder. "I know that there are some parts that I can use, I just have to find them." Maybe he could use his intangibility to search through the boxes faster...

Robin hummed, eyeing the boxes with curiosity. "There seems to be quite a lot to sort through." He pointed out. Danny made a vague noise of agreement, another groan thrown in to voice his displeasure accurately. "...Would you like some help?" He offered.

"Sure." Danny blinked at the offer, but nodded his head. "I mean, it's like you said. There is a lot to sort through. And most of it is just junk I managed to sneak away from my parents. It might take a while to find anything we can use." He felt the need to warn the teen.

Unfortunately, Robin saw right through him. The teen scoffed, taking a seat next to Danny and pulling a box towards himself, careful of the small metal bits that threatened to spill out. "I can assure you, I am up to the task. I did not become a vigilante by being impulsive and impatient. I prefer to leave those aspects to the speedsters." He cracked a smile, like he had made a joke, as he began to pull things out of the box.

"Speedsters?" Danny asked, taking one of the small gadgets that Robin laid on the floor of the Speeder. This one was from one of the blasters, one that had only one setting. He hadn't felt safe for the entire week it took him to find the blueprint for that one.

Robin hummed as he started to stack things back into the box, much more tidy than Danny's, before pushing it away and dragging another one closer. "The Speedsters are Heroes with speed-based abilities. Though, there are some villains that are Speedsters as well, but none of them visit Gotham often." He picked up a green stained garden glove, tossing a cautious look at Danny, before he set it as far away as possible, before continuing. "It isn't just that they move fast, though. Richard's friends with one, and he once said that it was more like the world was moving in slow motion, rather then him moving faster. So, they're decisions are based on mere seconds of thought, and they are not usually known for slowing down to think." He folded a piece of paper without looking at the contents, seeming to be more interested in the ecto blade that Danny had taken when his mom had thrown it at him as Phantom. He had barely managed to dodge being hit in the shoulder that time.

Danny hummed in interest, silently urging Robin on as the teen finished with another box. Sue him, he found it pretty cool that this world had completely human people with powers. It was kinda nice not to be the odd one out, for once.

"The Flash family, as most of their hero names are some variation of the original's hero name, are able to do a lot with their powers. Father once allowed me to read a report in which Flash managed to create a tsunami to counteract a villain that had made a fire tornado." Danny gaped slightly at that mental image, before shuddering. Normal fire couldn't hurt him anymore, but that didn't mean that he wasn't uncomfortable in super hot conditions. A fire tornado sounded horrible. 'I'm glad none of my rogues have tried something like that before. A ghost fire tornado?' Pushing the thought away, he slid another box away from himself, not finding anything of use in there.

"What else can they do?" Danny asked, breaking the silence that had fallen as they sorted. "Like, can they run fast enough to phase through things? Oh! Can they vibrate so fast that they can run on air? Wait, that would probably be pretty bad, because if they vibrate fast enough that air becomes solid, then what would they breathe? Or could they just hold their breath-" He cut himself off, blushing as he realized what he was doing. "Sorry," He mumbled, quieter than before. "I didn't mean to ramble."

Robin laughed, the smooth sound making his blush hotter. "Don't apologize. It's endearing when you're passionate." He snagged Danny's hand, planting a soft kiss on his knuckles before going back to sorting through the box in front of him, leaving Danny to reboot. "And to answer your question, the Flash family all have a variety of abilities granted to them by their speed. One of which is the ability to vibrate fast enough to pass through solid matter." He paused, shuffling something heavy in his box to the side. "I'm not sure about walking on air, though I do vaguely remember something about one of them walking on lightning? It was a while ago, however, so I am not sure how accurate that is." He pulled a glowing green mace out of his box, looking it over with an interest before setting it down on the floor. "Another ability they have, and one that they use far too often for anyone's liking, is time travel."

Danny paused, a bit stunned at that bit of information, before he broke out into hysterical giggles. Robin froze, head snapping over to look him over as the Halfa practically fell over onto the floor, loud gales of laughter wheezing from his shaking form. "Danny?" He asked cautiously. "Are you feeling alright?"

It took a minute for Danny to calm down enough to respond, giggles still rattling his thin shoulders as he tried to even his voice out. "I-I'm fine. It's ju-just that..." The teen sucked in a deep breath, letting out a shaky breath before he tried again. "I, ahh, I kinda know a ghost that is, um, sorta known as the 'Master of Time'? And he- he kinda has a love-hate relationship with people who mess with the timelines." Another snort escaped him. "It's just a bit funny, knowing how he is. He probably loves this 'Flash Family,' but at the same time, it wouldn't be surprising if he's a bit jealous." Finally, the Halfa managed a none-shaky breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Danny let the conversation drop, silence falling over them again as they began to sort through the last few boxes. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Danny finally found what he was looking for. "Yes!" He shouted, holding a thick metallic-looking case over his head. "I found it! Finally!"

"What is it?" Robin asked, scooting closer to peer at the case. It looked like a brief case, albeit a ridiculously thick one, with metal plating in place of leather. Startling Lazarus Green trails seemed engraved in the metal, tracing an odd, almost sci fi-looking pattern across the surface. The paths cast a glow eerily similar to the one Danny's eyes gave off when he behaved in a more, ah, ghostly manner.

"This," Danny, brought the case back down to his lap, "is my portable workshop." He didn't wait for Robin to respond to his answer, popping the case open quickly. If the outside looked odd, then the inside was like opening a pocket dimension. The interior was lined with a light blue plush fabric, small foam divots holding what could only be tools. Though, not any tool Robin had ever seen. Small metal sticks, the same silvery iron metal as the case, glinted under the Specter Speeder's yellow interior lights. Each one had an odd-looking hole in the ends, like there was an attachment that was meant to push on. Or there was something inside that needed to be pushed out. Spotting the small, black rubber button on the side, Robin could only assume it was the latter.

Curiously, Robin picked one up, slightly startled when he felt the cool metal through his Kevlar gloves. Danny let him fiddle with it, a small smirk on his face as he waited for Robin to give up and hand it back. Robin ignored his look, more focused on searching for the trick to the odd 'tool'. After a few minutes of intense examination, he eventually gave up and handed it back to Danny.

The Halfa adjusted his grip on it until it rested in his fingers like a pen, the familiar weight somewhat soothing. He let his eyes fall closed as he focused, channeling the energy of his core through his human hands. Cold and tingly, he felt himself relax, lazily letting his eyes fall open. He could almost pretend his was tucked away in his room, the door locked and that small 'do not enter' sign that Sam had bought him hanging from the knob as he worked on one of his parents' abandoned inventions. The facade was broken by the surprised gasp that Robin let out.

Still, Danny couldn't help but to let his head loll on to his shoulder, sending the teen a somewhat cocky grin. The teen couldn't help but be a bit proud of the tool, having been one of his first successful inventions made from scratch. And one that was specifically reliant on his ecto signature to work, at that. No one else would ever be able to use this specific set, not even Ellie. For as much as she was pretty much a carbon copy of him, she still had her own ecto signature.

Robin didn't acknowledge his smug look, though. Instead, the teen was focused solely on Danny's hand. The glow that enveloped it, eerily similar to a substance he had grown up with all his life, and the glowing blade that had formed on the end of the small rod. A thin, sharp blade reminiscent of an X-acto knife. Though, almost instinctively, he knew that it was a lot more deadly and precise than a simple X-acto knife. Part of him wished to reach out and touch it. Not the blade, he knew better than that, he wasn't Drake or Todd, but to touch the handle. To see if it was cold, flooded by what he assumed was Danny's power in the form of an energy, or if it was warmed by the other teen's touch. He refrained from doing so though, the experienced vigilante in him saying that it was best to keep his hands off something he didn't understand unless it was proven safe to handle.

Danny let the energy in his had fizzle out, the blade remaining for a few minutes afterwards before fading out as well. "Cool, right?" He asked, slipping the small rod back into it's space before closing the tool kit. The kit was slid to his right, into the small pile of things he had gathered to use.

"What is it? I haven't seen anything quite like it before." Robin tilted his head slightly in a curious gesture. "The closest thing I can relate it to are the tools that some inventors use when working on a project. But these are... much more advanced-looking than those."

Danny felt his cheeks flush at the teen's words, the buzz of pride in his chest from showing off growing at the praise, intentional or not on Robin's part. "Well, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with that one." He pulled the last box over to himself, not sure if there was anything else he really needed now but still willing to look. Just in case. "It's my tool kit. One that I made myself, actually." Danny chuckled a bit, the sound a bit bashful. "I made it after I accidentally melted through my last one. My parents didn't know I had to replace the last one, and I really didn't want to try and find an excuse as to where the last one disappeared to and why I needed another one so soon, so I just decided to make my own." The box was, as Danny had suspected, filled with nothing useful. Discarded blueprints, these ones not stolen ones surprisingly, and the remains of mock one of the Jack-O-Nine-Tails that had an electroshock feature that had kept shorting the grapple out.

Pushing it away, he surveyed the back of the Speeder. It was still really messy, discarded snack containers and random gifts from his allies and friends in the 'Realms, but the boxes being straightened up and no longer overflowing had done wonders for the space. Getting his feet under him, Danny gathered what he could of the materials collected, Robin grabbing the rest without being asked. The Halfa smiled his thanks to the teen as they closed the back door, now making their way up the stairwell. "I actually got the inspiration for them from one of the ghosts that I fight with sometimes. He's a blob in a giant mech suit, and he prides himself in being the 'Greatest Hunter in the Infinite Realms'. Honestly, he's not much of a hunter, so much as he's just a huge pain in the backside. But his suit is pretty cool. It's tricked out with a lot of things, like rockets and nets. The part I took inspiration from, though, is the fact that he doesn't need a control panel to activate stuff. Instead, he uses his ecto signature. And while his suit is ridiculously easy to hack into, the fact that he did it all remotely is what I focused on when making the tool kit." Danny rambled as they ascended the stairs, only stopping to take a breath when they reached the only room that still had a door attached to it's hinges.

Knocking, Danny turned back to face Robin while they waited for someone to open the door. "That is remarkable, Danny." Robin told him, a look that was a mixture of pride and amazement on his face. It took everything in him to keep from actually floating at the warm feeling that look had caused to bloom in his chest. Before he could say anything, the door was opening, Jazz standing on the other side. Honestly, her slightly frazzled appearance had Danny doing a double take. The sweet pop rocks taste of his sister's embarrassment wafted off her, pairing with the light blush that brought out her light brownish-red freckles, had Danny wondering if he was the only one dealing with romantic notions on this trip. Based on the laughter that seemed to come from deeper within the room, he wasn't far off with that assumption.

Danny smirked knowingly at her, making the redhead blush a deeper shade of red. "Not. A. Word." She gritted out, ushering the two of them in before she closed the door behind them. Turning away from them, Danny watched as Jazz attempted to compose herself, taking a deep breath and combing her fingers through her hair in a way that he knew soothed her. When she turned back around, her cheeks had went back down to a light pink, and she had a small smile firmly plastered on her face as she led them down the hall.

The Halfa kept silent the whole way, his smirk never leaving his face as he followed. It was only at the end of the hallway that Danny finally spoke. "I just hope this one doesn't drive a motorcycle."

"Danny!"

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(I know there are some spelling/grammer mistakes, but it's okay beccause I tried my best!)

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[veronica-17-hood]

"I think we deserve

A soft epilogue, my love.

We're good people

And we've suffered enough"

—Seventhy years of sleep, nikka ursula

Jason needs a soft epilogue, he's a good person, and he's suffered enough

you asked, of course i’ll deliver.

it had been years.

not only for himself but for everyone else too.

the originals had all retired at this point, achy joints and tired eyes had just grown too much for them to handle. the titans changed masks, the outlaws disbanded, the justice league has since evolved to a new era of hero’s.

he was thirty-five when he decided to step down, ignoring the bat signal as it gleamed in the smog filled sky of gotham city, ignoring the gun shots that he could hear from crime alley, and the cackles of the new and up coming villains.

he had done all he could manage, he put his everything in fixing gotham, so did his father and his brothers, his friends-his family.

and his everything was just not enough.

damian took on the cowl, he was a better batman than bruce could ever be. he was the best parts of each of the wayne’s, he is optimistic like dick, does what bruce never could like jason, expands his mind like tim, listens like cassandra, and of course keeps his temper from his youth.

jason watched as dick slowly gave up bludhaven, finally realizing that he can’t compensate for not saving his parents by saving everyone else. dicks family grew, with a baby with glowing green eyes like her uncle jay (though they do fall from her mothers side even if she isn’t on earth much nowadays) and a set of twins with red hair that you could spot from a mile way. they spend the most time with jay now a days, living only an hour from each other, never thought you’d see the day where dick grayson and jason todd found a common ground after everything that happened.

he saw tim finally explore his truest potential, running wayne enterprises now as the CEO and actually running it instead of sleeping in board meetings and using its resources for vigilantism. though jason never talked to him much before or after he took off the hood.

he saw cass finally grow out of the wounded orphan, a title she found herself labeling herself as so long she stood behind the shadow of the bat. her smile grew as did her power, her focus now on the children who are being used, abused, and mistreated by their parents as she was.

a true hero, in jason’s eyes anyways.

duke and steph both found themselves wandering through life, going to and from each wayne just to relive the days when the manor was booming with voices and detectives. it’s heart wrenching to see them feel so lost without the chaos, jason knew the feeling too well.

but then there is jason, who still lives from apartment to apartment, with one in gotham and one in bludhaven, even one in jump just in case someone needs him.

but he found you, found your stillness and patience, the calm in his red heated storm of fury.

he met you at twenty five, fresh into the business of redhood. scars littering his body and too much blood on his hands to even consider you loving a monster like him.

yet you did, the scars, glowing eyes, and bloody hands included.

you patched him up each time he came home slashed, talked him down each time he came home angry at bruce, loved him when the nights were too hard to sleep through, and have been here each day since.

now he’s sitting at the edge of the bed in your shared apartment in gotham, just staring at you as you slept, eyes wandering your person, outlining your body. how had he gotten so lucky?

every now and again he would look in the mirror and cringe at the scars, the bullet holes, and autopsy marks. he hated that he allowed himself to suffer for so long, that he allowed people to ditacte his feelings about himself and his life. that he allowed bruce’s inability to break the one vow that kept him sane to drive a deep gorge between them, he hated it all.

but then you would come around him, around resting his torso and smiling into his back. you loved him for each scar, each bullet hole, and large ‘Y’ shaped scar drawing from chest to navel. you managed to love him for hating his father, for misunderstanding but mainly for being right. you loved him for doing whatever batman never could and for telling him such. you loved him for the way he lived his life and the way he did it for everyone that couldn’t do it themselves.

he was an antihero in all his right and you would always remind him that, but a hero for you nonetheless.

even with that damned ‘J’ scar carved into his cheek did you love him and kiss him and marry him, even then.

because at the end of the day he had suffered enough, he had made you suffer enough too.

with the fights and tantrums. with the gaslighting and secrets. with everything toxic and wrong there was always a reason, an answer, and solution.

you turned in bed now, eyes openings slowly to see him gazing so lovely down toward you, auburn hair curly and wet sticking to his forward, with the singular white strip hanging the lowest and twirling in his eyes as he tried to bay his lashes toward you.

for once in his life, he had something constant, his family loved him even with all the death and tension, his wife loved him for everything he was, a book worm or murder depending on which year you looked at, his city was getting better even if he wasn’t running around on rooftops saving it, for once it’s was seemingly okay.

he smiled softly, leaning down to lay besides you, twisting his hands around your torso tugging you as close as he could to you. “i’ve come to a conclusion” it was a whisper in which the words came out, his eyes closing as foreheads touched.

you hummed, urging him to continue, your eyes closing as his hands trailed up and down your spine. “i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love”

you smiled, immediately recognizing the words, jay must have been reading this morning. “we are good people-”

both set of eyes open now, his scar shining in the sunlight bursting through the window, his teeth on display as his nose nudged yours making a mirrored smile appear on your own face.

“-we’ve suffered enough” he finished your line, leaning to press a soft kiss to the corner of your lips mumbling an endearment before speaking your name aloud, “I love you until this earth swallows my bones or to dust I return.”

and just then did jason see his beautiful life, scars and all as he held you close to him, for he was thankful for his hard life because it led him to you, the end to his suffering, to his everything.

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[chaoticsomeone]

Even the Sky bow to me

Redhood x Grisha!Squaller!Reader

Grisha Squallers are a member of the group Etherealki, being able to control wind, air and storms.

H/N = Hero Name

Poison Ivy, Bane and the Riddler found a powder that have the power to take control over gotham city's people. Redhood, Orphan and H/N were sent out to steal the powder and create an antidote for those affected. Until it all went wrong, Orphan and Redhood was being controlled. It was all up to you now.

At first you three were holding up well, the powder was in Red's hands. And Bane and Riddler was bruised. Orphan managed to get rid of all the powder-creating machines. Until it all went wrong.

Ivy showed up after being missing for 10 minutes into Red getting the vile of powder. As she ascended from behind Red she knocked out the vile from his hands causing it to smash open near him and orphan. Causing them to fall into the hands of the villanous trio. At first Red was still acting like normal. Getting closer to you asking you to keep him at bay. You kissed him. When you pulled back he was fully out of control now.

You were surrounded by them all now. Tears slowly crept up to your eyes as you took a chance to call for backup. But they were already about to attack. In a fit of rage and fear you closed your eyes focusing your powers, feeling the amplifier as you threw your hands up to the sky. At the first second nothing changed until a storm formed above you.

The sound of lightning and thunder crackling was loud as you started to feel energy flowing through you. Your eyes turning blue as the air around you became. Keeping your Red in your mind to keep your anger and powers in your control. Stronger yet faster.

You used the winds around you to safely push and took our Redhood and the orphan. You heard the sound of a grappling hook, you knew your backup is near. So you kept stalling. You started to move your hands faster as you moved around dodging the plants and the punches they threw at you.

Nightwing kicked Bane and Riddler's head as Batman took out Bane with stronger attacks. Seeing them take care of that, you finally focused on the storms lighting and thunder and aiming it onto Ivy. One.. Two.. Three. Thunder and all the storm flying through the sky aiming to Ivy.

As that had bought you time you ran to your boyfriend and your sister. Taking the hand of his passed out body as you kissed him. As you did so, you started to try and get strong smells to reach the two. When they woke up to the smell of harsh alcohol they shot up. Seeing villain trio standing and fighting weakly you three sent a look to each other, invisibly doing the talking. You three took one of the villains. You summoning the storm back as this time you aimed it into Bane's tube. When the tube broke, he shrieked in pain. Cowering in an instant after throwing a punch at Batman. You had no time asking the Bat if hes okay. You just rushed the air around Ivy to keep changing its pressure to keep Ivy at bay until she finally passed out. All of you took turns to help gather the powders as Babs called the police.

You and red looked into each other eyes at your apartment. Sincere looks were passed between you before he lifted you and kissed you.

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[swanqueenfeathers]

Oh! I know!

Prompt: Tim is shot and Jason/Damian is the only one around to help him. Bonus if they decide to save him and he dies anyways.

“bOnuS iF hE DieS aNywaYS” seek help

TW: blood/gore

#

“I can see the headlines already; ‘Redhood to the rescue’”, Tim says, and he’s smiling - a gory sight as blood bubbles up behind his teeth and spills from the gaping hole in his stomach.

“Jesus, Tim. Shut the fuck up,” Jason snaps. He’s frantically trying to stem the blood flow using a decorative cloth he yanked off the closest podium. He quickly taps the side of his helmet to activate the earpiece before applying firm pressure to the wound. Tim barely reacts. “Guys, we have a fucking situation! I need someone, anyone. Right now. In front of the main entrance to Wayne Tower.”

Oracle responds immediately. “I’m sending Batman and Robin to your location. What’s the situation, Redhood?”

“It’s Tim, he’s been fucking shot. Came from the commercial building to the east of the entrance, 7th story and fourth room from the left.” The cloth is soaked and useless and Jason’s hands are covered in blood. He wants to gag, not because it’s blood but because it’s Tim’s blood. “Hey man,” he says to Tim, “stay with me. You’re gonna be okay.”

Tim’s breathing is shallow and forced. Blood dribbles from his lips to trail down his cheeks and chin in stark contrast to his ghostly white complexion. He turns his eyes to Jason, too weak to turn his head. His voice is barely above a whisper and Jason has to lean in close to catch what he says;

“Tell everyone I died fighting a hundred ninjas by myself.”

Jason chokes out a humorless laugh. “Fuck you, you’re not dying,” he says, but they both know he’s full of shit. He can see the rise and fall of Tim’s chest stutter. “C’mon, hang on just a little bit longer. Batman’ll be here soon, okay?”

He pulls Tim partially onto his lap, keeping futile pressure on the wound even as Tim stops breathing.

“You’re gonna be okay.”

#swananswers #tw: blood #tim drake #jason todd #swanfic #drabble

[redhead-batgal]

Can you make a Jason x ex-talon reader

Where Redhood gets trapped in a room with batmans newest Sidekick. He teases her thinking she's some spoiled rich girl after seeing her at a gala. She reveals that she was a Talon for the court of owls. Bruce had help her see the light and freed her from the courts grip . They both get free and go their separate away. Later they meet again on patrol the Reader breaks the no killing rule to save Jason.

Type: One-Shot

Pairing: Ex-Talon! and Vigilante! Reader x Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Content: Violence, Killing, language, guns, and sarcasm

Word Count: 1,151

P.S: Soooo I don't know a lot about the talons and court of owls, I know a little bit, so like some stuff in here might be wrong. So yeah, sorry. I improvised a little bit.

Also, I changed it a smidge. Instead of going out on patrol again she just saves him cuz it fit better for what I was writing.

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Tight rooms always seemed to make your blood churn. They reminded you of your training and all you had use to be. Of what life was previously like before you had turned the other cheek and saw the light.

It didn't help that one of the most morally grey of the bats was in the room with you. Red Hood had gotten hit during the fight and fallen into this room. You followed after to make sure he was okay only to hear the lock click and the founds of footsteps and voices fade.

Trapped, you were trapped in a room again with a person. An injured person. Part of you thought to watch him bleed and die, the old part of you, you so badly wanted to push back.

So, you walked over to him and sat by his side. He grimaced and you looked up at him. He leaned against the wall and gave you a strange look. Yanking off his helmet he snorted,

"What? Princess doesn't like the sight of blood?"

You didn't say anything just raised an eyebrow however he just continued on.

"I mean come on Bruce, I get the replacement, glow stick and Cass but you?" He gestured to you, and you didn't say a word, "a rich princess? Seriously, the old man is losing his touch."

You let out a slow breath, he thought you were a rich girl. Born and raised in wealth until your parents' death. That Bruce had adopted you and brought you into this life, not that you had been living in it since before your birth.

"Like why did he even bring you to that gala? It wasn't necessary, was it? Everyone knew he adopted you and all that."

You opened your mouth hearing your voice crack as you spoke,

"It was to make sure the Owls knew I was serious."

He went silent for a moment, and you looked over to him. His face was pales and twisted.

"Owls?"

You nodded, "Yeah, Owls."

Red Hood paused for a moment and your felt his eyes on you, "You-you were a talon?"

You hesitated, memories flashing at the back of your mind. Blades and screaming, metal clashing against metal and and- blood the smell of blood thick in the air.

"One of the best." You whispered

"What happened? I thought all of you really fucking believed in the court."

"Bruce happened."

He paused again and you looked to see him blinking, "oh."

"Yeah."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah." You sighed, your body going tight.

"So, you... you were an elite assassin?"

You nodded slowly and Red Hood let out a soft 'huh'. You didn't look at him, knowing he was probably wondering why he was still alive and whether or not he should trust you.

"Do you know if their training is anything like the league and Talia's?"

You finally looked to him and saw him giving you a sort of smile. You narrowed your eyes, letting yourself relax a bit before shrugging.

"I don't know. Sorry."

"Nah, nah it's cool. You'll just have to show me what you got some time, I mean we gotta see which technique is better."

You smiled slowly noting the amusement in his voice.

"Da-Robin says it's the league."

"Of course, he does, demon brat likes to believe anything he was taught is the best."

You chuckled and let out a sigh, "I don't know what the leagues training was like but the courts... it was brutal."

"Did they revive you in the pit every time you failed?"

"No, they'd lock us in the labyrinth and once we were able to escape, we were allowed to be amongst the other talons again. Until then we were stuck in the labyrinth."

Red Hood went silent, and you smiled slightly looking at him.

"I'm assuming that I win?"

Red Hood snorted leaning against the wall. Seeing his pale face, you realized that it was probably best that you tried to keep him conscious until help arrived.

Heavy footsteps caused you to freeze, the door creaked and hissed as it was shoved open. Instead of seeing Batman or Nightwing, you saw a figure cloaked in black. A familiar figure that made your blood go cold for a moment.

Talon... did they send a talon after you?

The figure moved into the room, and you saw them fully. They weren't a talon, thank God. However, it shut behind them with a click and your stomach rolled you were locked in.

You heard a familiar sound then, metal against leather and you pushed yourself to your feet. The figure revealed a blade and you reached towards the batarangs Batman and given you.

Your mind raced, telling you all the places to hit that would incapacitate or kill your target... no. no. Your opponent.

Twirling the batarang in your hand, you stepped in front of Red Hood and the figure let out a growl. You narrowed your eyes and began mirroring their movements.

They tilted their head and you tilted yours, you saw eyes narrow and nostrils flair. You mimicked it, then pawed at the ground with their foot and gripped their sword tighter. You did the same expect with the batarang. They raised their and so did you. They began to shake, and you copied it. Then there was a guttural sound.

They moved forwards quickly and you jumped out of the way only for your mind to scream and your hand launch out grabbing the back of their shirt.

Red Hood, you couldn’t let him be killed because of the fight. And you couldn’t keep fighting forever, at some point you’d get tired and Red Hood could get hurt.

The figure ripped from your grip and you tumbled forwards. Watching as they raised their blade to stab Red Hood . You wouldn’t be able to move quick enough to block it, what were you going to do?

Instincts, old instincts you’d been trying so hard to forget kicked in and you thrust the batarang forwards. It flew up and straight into the figures throat. Ripping through what you knew was an artery, you closed your eyes as you heard the figure sink into the ground with a thump.

You swallowed and opened your eyes. Moving towards Red Hood you put yourself in between them. Red Hood blinked looking at you.

“They're dead… you killed them.”

You looked away letting out a breath, “I couldn’t let you die.”

Red Hood’s arm hooked around your waist pulling you in closer and you felt his breath on your ear.

“Thank you, I-I know what breaking that rule means to you.”

You nodded not replying at you closed your eyes. Bruce would toss you out. You had returned to exactly what you were before.

But, Red Hood was alive. And that was because if you. Alfred would fox him up and at least you would remember that there was at least one life you had saved instead of taken.

“Thank you.”

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Here’s a Jason idea for you: imagine a criminal he’s fighting as Red Hood suddenly mentions you, by name, to mess with Jason. Jay would absolutely obliterate the criminal, but that leaves the question of how his enemies know about you… I love the potential for angst/protective Jason 😍 Also, I love your writing so much, it always makes my day to see you on my feed! Thank you for sharing your writings 💞🥰

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Also thank you for enjoying my stuff! It’s really appreciated and makes me wanna write a lot more in the future. It’s just nice being reminded that people do like the stuff that I put out and not hate it as much as I do when looking back on them.🤣 🦦

A well placed punch to the face landed the criminal flat on his back as he groaned upon impact and was currently struggling to get back up to his feet, only to be pinned by a heavy combat boot weighing down on his chest. Finally Jason had caught up with the drug dealer that had been lurking near children and vulnerable adults alike for the past couple of days, and right where he wanted him too.

‘It’s such a shame that you caught me as fast as you did RedHood because just you came along, I was going to pay one last person a visit before the night was over.’ The criminal smiled, showing off his blood stained teeth in the process, his smile then became a grimace as Jason put more of his weight onto his chest. ‘Well it was a good thing that i came when I did because after tonight, you won’t be selling drugs to anyone anymore, that I can guarantee.’ Jason growled, feeling his blood boil hotter for every second that he didn’t put a bullet in this assholes head.

‘What was their name?’ The criminal trailer off, not heading Jason’s warning and throwing his head back and laughing. ‘Oh right now I remember, it’s Y/n. What a pretty name for an even prettier person.’ Jason froze at the mention of your name, his blood had gone cold but his anger skyrocketed at the insinuation of you being placed in any sort of danger. Whether it be by a drug dealer or otherwise, the same conclusion was to be expected with Jason and that was that he would personally hunt down every last thug, drug dealer and crime lord that ever dared to speak your name.

Jason wordlessly then grabbed the criminal by the collar of his shirt and threw him into a wall with all his strength. Watching on as the scumbag crumpled the floor as he then began to stalk towards him before gradually breaking out into a run and brutally ramming his knee into the criminals head. Jason wasn’t done there though, not by a long shot. He wanted the make the bastard pay for having your name come out of his filthy mouth, he wanted to tear him limb from limb, put him back together again so that he could rip him limb from limb all over again before ever giving him the satisfaction of death.

‘You will never, ever, ever bring anyone to harm ever again! Not while I’m here, not while I’m still breathing and able bodied enough to tear you fuckers to bits!’ Jason hissed pure venom as each of his punches become more and more brutal then the last, his knuckles were going to bruise like hell and hurt like hell too, but the pain and punishment he’d receive would be all worthwhile if it meant keeping you safe and sound. Jason would gladly taken on any punishment anyone could throw at him if it meant you remained unscathed, he’d happily gain more scars on his body if it meant that you could sleep easier at night, Jason always had your best interests in mind whenever he was clearing the streets of Gotham.

He was doing it for you, he was doing it for the kids at Crime Alley, he was doing it so that everyone could have a peace of mind; And he didn’t care about the methods he took to obtaining that.

It wasn’t long until the criminal stopped moving all together, Jason didn’t care that his fists were stained with blood, he just stood up and left the criminal in the alleyway where he was brutally beaten to death and headed home; to you with a heavy mind and a growing pit within his stomach because if a low life scumbag like him knew you by name…then who else did? Black mask? Penguin? Two face? Scarecrow? Carmine Falcone? He didn’t like to think about this one but does Joker know? All these thoughts running through Jason’s head didn’t do him a whole lot of good with his ever growing sense of dread and slight paranoia; He had to get to you and he had to get to you now before anything else happened before the night ended.

‘I’m coming baby, just please still be there when I get home, please don’t let them take you away from me.’ Jason muttered under his breath as he pushed himself forward as he ran from rooftops to rooftop, determined to make it to the apartment before anyone else does because if they did, may god have mercy on their souls because Jason would go to war for you and will violently cut anyone down to size if they were to come between him and you; For nothing got between you and Jason and if they did, Jason would make sure to deal with it before it became more of a problem.

‘Sweetheart? Are you in here?’ Jason called as he slammed the door behind him.

‘Jason? What’s-‘ you rushed into the room and gasped upon seeing the dried blood on his knuckles and his paling face as though he looked about to pass out where he stood. ‘Oh my god.’ You whispered as you rushed towards Jason who rushed towards you, arms out stretched to grasp your waist while your hands held his face. ‘What happened out there? I thought you said it was a simple mission.’ You said, concerned for Jason as he seemingly let out a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against yours.

‘It was meant to be a simple mission but then…’

‘Then what?’ You asked, stroking his cheeks reassuringly and feeling him melt into your touch like he did every night he came home from a long patrol or mission, but he also did it when he needed to feel you on him after waking up from a nightmare.

‘He said your name chipmunk.’ Jason squeezed his eyes shut as though he was trying to rid himself of the events that happened early on and focus on the feeling of your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly instead. ‘He said your name -clear as day I heard him say it- and before I knew it I was wailing on him until he stopped moving…all because he said how he was going to come for you next and I couldn’t…’ Jason paused to regulate his breathing that he hadn’t noticed had become fast and uneven the more his mind lingered on that small detail. ‘I couldn’t let him do that. I won’t let them take you from me. Never.’ He then tightens his grip on your waist as he kept uttering the extent he was willing to go to keep you in his life under his breath, almost as though it were a prayer or a promise, which ever one it was you weren’t quite sure but you let Jason squeeze you against his chest with his strong arms like a stress toy to his hearts desire.

‘It’s okay Jaybirdie. I’m right here, can’t you feel my warmth? Hear my voice? I’m right here baby. So you can squeeze me, hold me, cuddle me as much as you need to feel alright again because I’m not going anywhere with my Jaybird.’ You said loud enough for him to hear over his thoughts, pressing kisses into anywhere that you had access to, whether it be his shoulders, face, neck, forehead, you’d plant several kisses to each of those areas respectively. You may act calm but much like Jason, you too didn’t like the idea of some random criminal knowing your name. The implications of that were endless and it would be enough to put anyone on edge or even over it depending on their mental state, and to put it lightly Jason’s mental state wasn’t the healthiest.

The occasional whimper and sniff that came from him only made your heart hurt even more that you were willing to put aside your own fears about the situation to instead focus on comforting Jason, who must be feeling it ten times worse then you were, but it was the fact that in this moment you were bonded by a shared fear but that fear could be eventually overcame by the pair of you working together. ‘It’s okay baby it’s okay, we’re not going anywhere, they can’t make us because we’re stronger together.’ You spoke into the skin of his cheek as you finished pressed a thousand kisses onto them.

‘Stronger together.’ Jason echoed as he pressed himself further against you to feel you closer to him. ‘We’re stronger together.’ You smiled softly, seeing that you finally go through to him somewhat. However you were more than willing to stand in this position all night if it meant bringing Jason back from the edge within his mind because nothing was more important than having your Jason back.

‘That’s right baby.’ You cooed. ‘We’re stronger together, nothing will tear us apart.’

‘Promise?’ Jason asked looking deep into your eyes, it felt as though he was looking at you rather then through you which has your breath hitching in your throat momentarily.

‘I promise.’

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Warnings: mentions of a gun, (I know) argument scene, lots of angst with a tint of Fluff, this one is long too.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 29

Bruce’s POV

Bruce walked into Y/n’s room quietly expecting to see her in bed, instead the covers were thrown to the side and the bed was empty,

  ‘Where is she?-‘

 Click

  “Don’t. Move.”

 Bruce recognized Y/n’s voice as she warned him to not move, but he knew she was just thinking he was an intruder instead of him, but either way he cooperated and said calmly,

  “Y/n.. it’s me Bruce.”

 He heard her breath hitch as she responded shakily,

  “B-Bruce?”

 Still keeping his hands up he turned around to reveal himself to her, and there she was, with a metal gun held up with both hands to his face, still wrapped in a towel as her body was still wet and so was her hair, she had just gotten out of the shower. Bruce then walked slowly to her as he communicated with her,

  “Y/n, you know it’s me right?”

 Taking a single step back Y/n said with doubt,

  “I-I don’t know i-if this is a dream or not.. too much has happened-“

  “This isn’t a dream this is reality, I’m right here in front of you. I can see you, hear you.. can I touch you?”

  Y/n shook her head no as she spoke in a whisper,

  “Y/b/n’s alive Bruce... if he’s alive that has to mean I’m dead, he’s only alive.. in heaven you know, and you remember that I jumped off the bridge-“

  ‘Oh no no.. she’s going through the same thing I did.’

  “No no, Y/n, you’re very alive, ok? Everything you’ve seen and heard is true, very true. And even though it seems impossible or hurts to understand at the moment, it’s true. Put the gun down yeah? It’s me, I’m the real Bruce Wayne, alive and real, like you.”

  Y/n’s eyes grew with tears as she began to lower the gun slowly confessing,

  “I thought I was going to die.. until the man that saved me let me go giving me this gun.. that man works for a man that works with another man that says Y/b/n’s alive-“

  “I know.”

 “How do you know? You weren’t there-“

  “I’ve known all along ok? That Y/b/n is the RedHood, Jason Todd? Yeah, we tried to save him but he ran away-“

 Putting the gun on the dresser she stood next to Y/n then stepped closer to Bruce as she seemed to come to her senses more,

  “He ran away?! Bruce you could’ve told me I could’ve helped him, saved him even! Why didn’t you say something?!”

  “Because there wasn’t a chance, he’s going through an identity crisis, doesn’t remember much and practicality hates you for it.”

  Her face dropped with utter shock as she asked,

  “And why would he hate me I didn’t do any of this!?-“

  “Because you didn’t kill Stewart! He knew you had every chance to do it and when he found out that you didn’t he hated you and blamed you for his death. Then took it upon himself to do it, hence why Stewart was shot in the Prison.”

  “But you stopped me from killing her, I was going to do it-“

  “You were but I couldn’t let you do it!”

  “But why Bruce! If I had done it Y/b/n wouldn’t be the person he is today! A killer! And you couldn’t tell me because why?!”

  “Because then you’d be what he is today! A killer, and you wouldn’t stop, until they were all down, and your not a murderer, a monster-“

  “But he is Bruce! My son is a killer because I couldn’t do what he did! And it’s only going to get worse!”

  “What do you mean worse? Y/n, how do you know all of this??”

  Taking off her towel and letting it pool to her feet she exposed her body, though she only now stood in her panties and matching bra, it didn’t hide away her bruises and scars that painted her once healing skin, the room was dark as neither of them had turned on the light, but the shining moon that escaped through the curtains illuminated her body perfectly. Bruce stood in awe as he took in her appearance, her perfect curves and legs he adored so much, to her her pillowy breasts that were his home when he rested his head there, to her long still wet hair that rested on her back, but that didn’t deviate him from seeing all the scars and purple bluish bruises all over, so collecting his thoughts and connecting pieces Bruce realized what she was trying to tell him,

  “You went undercover didn’t you?”

  “What do you think Bruce?”

 Shaking his head while ruffling his hair Bruce began to grow furious forgetting everything else,

  “Why?!”

  “You’re seriously asking me why?! Why didn’t you tell me Y/b/n was alive!?”

  “Forget that! Y/n you could’ve died! Or been raped or killed! Drugged! You did exactly what I told you not to do! Why are you so stubborn?!  Did you gain something out of it! Huh?!? did you work pay off?!”

  “YES IT DID!!”

 Raising his brow in a mocking way Bruce scoffed with jealousy in his voice, because he could only imagine that she probably gave herself and body away for answers,

  “Oh yeah? How so? Did you gain a couple of bucks while you slept with guys while playing hooker or something for answers?”

  Y/n gasped at his audacity to say such things and she slapped him hard as she cried with a pained tone,

  “You think I slept with men Bruce?! I RAN from those men!  You know the panic I went through as I tried to escape them!! Not let them touch me or anything?! How many men I beat to get away from me?! How fucking dare you call me a slut!! There’s proof of everything I did, in case you need more evidence or whatever crap you want!”

  Composing himself from the hard slap she gave him Bruce stood up straight and tried to apologize and reason,

  “I’m sorry I didn’t know, what else could I think?”

  “What else could you think?! You think I’m a slut don’t you... that I slept with men to find answers. That I cashed the money and came home sleeping with that conscious, hmm? How fucking dare you..”

  Y/n grabbed an old shirt that was on her bed and pulled it on along with some shorts, ignoring his pleas for her to listen to him,

  “Y/n I’m sorry ok, please I didn’t mean to call you a slut, or refer to you as that, you’re not, I-I can’t just get through my head why you went in there when I told you not to-“

  “Because no one could’ve done it but me! Now leave me alone.”

  “Y/n-“

  “Bruce Thomas Wayne, stop.”

 Hearing his full name should’ve given him a good warning to stop but he couldn’t let her walk out on him like this, he knew he’d lose it,

  “No.”

 “What do you mean no? That’s not your choice.”

  Bruce’s heart hurt for what he had said and regretted every second of it, how could he be so foolish and say such? Bruce knew Y/n was trying to leave as she grabbed her keys but he caught her waist as she walked to the door and brought her flush against his broad chest with her back against him, and just held her tight. She sunk into his arms holding onto his hands that wrapped around her and began to cry harder,

  “I just want this to be over! I want my son back and just e-everything! I’m so sorry Bruce I really am!”

 She sunk into the ground in his arms and he went with her as he got on his knees and pulled her onto his lap in his strong arms, holding her as they both cried. Bruce confessed how sorry he felt and how much he loved her,

  “I love you so much Y/n, more than you know or can comprehend.. and I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. Please baby you’re more than that you’re better-“

 Y/n separated herself from his chest to look into his eyes as she pleaded in sobs,

  “I swear I didn’t sleep with anyone! I would never Bruce because I love you!”

  He grabbed her cheeks to wipe away the continuous flowing tears as he assured her,

  “I believe you honey, I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I know you wouldn’t. My stupid mind got jealous and let it get the best of me. And I’m sorry for what you had to go through, for giving you no choice but to go on your own, I shouldn’t of given up on you or this.. never.”

  “I’m still sorry for not listening Bruce-“

  “No, don’t be. If you got good enough answers out of your own good merits, then it was worth it.. and nothing to be sorry for. I promise.”

  Y/n shook her head then threw herself in his arms giving him a passionate kiss, Bruce immediately gave in and pulled her flush against his clothed chest, sinking into her embrace and kiss. She separated the kiss and hugged him tightly putting her head in his crook of her neck as she said,

  “Bruce everything is worth it, if we do this together we can stop this, all of it, from Mackenzie to saving Y/b/n, I know we can do it. No matter what, as long as we’re together I’m sure we’ll stand in the end. No more secrets.”

  Taking in her fresh scent of vanilla and feeling her warm tears cool his neck he could only love her more and promise his fidelity,

  “No more secrets, we’ll work together on this.. but first.. we need sleep.”

 That little comment gave Y/n the sweetest giggles as she admitted,

  “Yeah I’m really sleepy, can you cuddle me as we-“

  “Anything for you baby, come on. We’ll talk in the morning when we’re fresh ok?”

  Picking her up bridal style in his arms he led her to the bed, then laid her down carefully as he stripped himself of his clothes quickly because he was desperate to get his bare skin on hers. Soon they were under the warm covers facing each other laying down with their arms and legs tangled around one another. Bruce found his home on Y/n’s bare breasts as she caressed his dark hair, luring one another to sleep with their peppering kisses and words of sweet dreams.

  “I love you Y/n.”

  “I love you more Bruce Wayne.”

Later that morning

  Alfred’s POV

 He and Saunders were still in the dining room but together they were planning on how to save Y/b/n, 

  “If Bruce can make an antidote for the chemical that Strange is going to use then we can use that to get back Y/b/n’s true conscious. But we need a sample first.”

  “And how are we going to get a sample for that?”

  “Good question Greg... I don’t know, I was hoping maybe Bruce can break into the facility-“

  “And which facility is that?”

  Rolling his eyes in slight irritation Alfred surely commented,

  “You know, you’re full of questions with no answers, how did Y/f/n manage with you?”

  Shrugging his shoulders Saunders responded in a hearty tone,

  “Who knows, Y/f/n was a patient guy, and always had answers. Or even if he didn’t have one he’d work until he found it. Whether it took days, months. But you’re pretty good at this too, more than I expected actually.”

  “More than you expected?”

 “You’re a butler Al, I’m an X-FBI agent.. see a difference?”

  Quirking an eyebrow Alfred answered confidently,

  “A difference in the title, not the smarts.”

  Knock knock knock-

  Saunders looked up at Alfred as he drew out his small pistol,

  “Who is that?”

 Alfred immediately got up to go to the door carefully as he responded once he looked out the peep hole in a dreadful tone,

 “Oh dear.”

 Bruce’s POV

  As he awoke from his sleep Bruce saw that he was in a different position, now his head was resting on Y/n’s as she was cuddled into his chest,

  ‘Must’ve switched.. thats ok.. she’s still here.. but we need to get up now so we can work this out.’

  Lovingly he began to pepper kisses where he reached, so he could stir Y/n out of her sleep calmly, which he was glad that it worked, soon she began to move and murmur words he couldn’t quite make out yet, so he pulled her chin up to look at him as he smiled and in his morning voice said,

  “what did you say?”

 Trying to blink her eyes opened Y/n said clearly,

  “I said I don’t want to move you’re so warm. But good morning handsome.”

 Her welcoming smile was enough for him to pull her against him as he pressed kisses all over her face and bare shoulders saying in between,

  “Good. Morning. Too. You. Beautiful.”

When he’d hit a ticklish spot she’d giggle trying to squirm away but he wouldn’t budge, his serotonin was her laughter, hearing her laughing instead of crying was a boost to his growing heart, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Y/n certainly did make him a softie. But only around her and none else, to the world he was still the quiet and harsh Bruce Wayne. But he was ok with that. Bruce then got off the bed with her in his arms as he said,

  “Listen, we got to get ready ok, I want to talk about all of this at the Batcave where we can process everything, is that ok?”

  “yeah that’s ok.. but there’s something I feel like I need to tell you before you find out on your own.”

 The sudden change in her voice worried him to the max but he stayed calm to avoid any misunderstandings once again,

  “Ok.. go on.”

  “A lot of things were said back at the club, things that the guys talked amongst each other, and they’re serious things Bruce. You have to promise me though that no matter what you hear, you’ll stay put, meaning we don’t go rouge, or hurt anyone to the point of killing, alright?”

  ‘Why is she saying this like that? Like she’s seriously warning me?’

  “Ok I promise.. now what happened?”

  He stood still as he carried her and held her butt up with his hands as her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands rested on his chest as she confessed subtly,

  “On the lens you’ll see and hear.. well-“

  He called her attention quickly before she moved on,

  “Hey, it’s ok.. if you’re not ready that’s fine, there’s other ways to tell me, it doesn’t always have to involve speech, if it hurts too much to say.”

  She lifted her gaze to his eyes as her eyes watered,

  “it’s cause it involves the both of us, in a big way.. and.. well- it hurts to say-“

 He lifted a hand and placed a finger on her pouted lips to stop her from saying more as he suggested,

  “Shh shh, hey then that’s ok.. we can watch it together, I’ll understand.”

  “you will?”

  “Of course, I promised you I’d do better, and this is it ok? Why don’t we get dressed and then we’ll go to the Manor, yes?”

  “yes.”

  “Ok c’mon then.”

 Soon they both were dressed, Bruce made sure she was wearing thick clothes for the winter atmosphere that were his clothes but he knew she didn’t care, she actually preferred it. They walked out of the room hand in hand to seeing Alfred comforting a little child in his arms, whom Y/n recognized was Danny immediately.

  “Danny?”

 Y/n’s POV

 Danny turned his head from Alfred’s chest as he heard Y/n’s voice, he sprang out of his lap and ran to Y/n who picked him up immediately and cradled him in her arms,

  “Danny, honey! Are you ok? You’re freezing baby-“

 He stopped her rambling as he cried into her neck,

  “They said you were dead! The kids showed me the news about you last night  and laughed saying I wouldn’t have a mommy! Is that why you never came back?”

  “No honey, I swear that’s not the reason. Baby look at me,”

  Y/n pulled him away gently as she looked into his bright, round teary eyes,

  “Baby I’ve been alive all along ok? And no matter what I’ll be here for you ok? I’ll always come back.”

 His freezing hands grabbed her cheeks caressing them as if he was trying to reassure himself that she was indeed alive,

  “Please don’t leave me again! You have to be my mommy!”

 Hearing those words that came out of Danny’s mouth gave Y/n hope like no other, she embraced him tightly and kissed his head,

  “Of course! I’ll be your mother, I’ll always be your mother. Can you tell me how you got here?”

  Alfred, Bruce and Saunders all stood around in shock as everything displayed in front of them, Alfred was still confused as how Danny got there, Saunders was confused at who this child was and why they were desperate for Y/n to be their mother, and Bruce as usual was dazed by his love being so motherly and warm, her heart could be so broken yet so whole for others, and he adored that. Danny refused to talk immediately about it, so Y/n fixed him a quick sandwich and warm milk to warm his body. He sat at the table as she sat next to him passing her hand through his hair calming him, the men had gone to the living room to leave them two alone to not make Danny more uncomfortable. 

  Saunders POV

 Once they were away from Y/n and Danny and sat in the living room Saunders asked,

 “Can someone tell me when Y/n became a mother?”

 Bruce scoffed lightly as he replied,

  “We’re planning to adopt him, we’ve known him for a while, well ever sense Y/n and Y/b/n came to Gotham. The process is almost done actually.”

  “Wow.. ok.. she’s great with kids.”

  “Yeah she is..”

 Alfred nodded his head with a small smile as he then said,

 “So we’re you and Y/n able to talk?”

  Bruce looked at Alfred longingly as he replied,

  “You heard everything last night?”

 Saunders shook his head exaggeratedly as he said,

 “Yup we did. Alfred has to hold me back from going in, but he assured me that nothing major could happen.”

  “We just settled some things, we talked.”

  “So what did you guys come down to in the end?”

 Bruce ran a hand through his disheveled hair saying simply,

  “so, I was telling Y/n that we should go to the Batcave and go through everything there. It’s a safe place for the both of you.”

  “Bruce is right Greg, the safety there is assured and we have everything we need to go through it all. The lens, the comms, the computer system-“

  “This is at the cave right?”

 Alfred and Bruce said both at the same time without thought,

  “”It’s the Batcave.””

 ‘It’s the fucking what? Ok I’ll give it a go, sounds intriguing.’

  “oh.. ok then, we’ll go to the Batcave. What are we going to do with the kid though?”

  Bruce stood up as he replied,

  “We’ll take him with us, there’s no way he’s going back, how did they let him slip away without realizing? That was a careless act on their part, he’s just a boy. And he could’ve been killed or kidnapped. So the kid sticks with me, with us.”

  Y/n then appeared as she stood at the living room entrance telling Bruce,

  “I think we’re ready to go.”

 Danny came into appearance too as he stood next to Y/n hugging her legs, Bruce opened his arms for Danny to which he ran into quickly, Bruce held him up as Danny dug his face into the crook of his neck. Alfred then asked Y/n,

  “Did he say how he got here?”

  “He did, that’s why we need to go now. Someone knows where we live, that I’m alive and live here.”

  Bruce shot his eyes at Y/n as he quickly ordered,

  “Then let’s go now, we’ll be safe at the Batcave, Alfred take Danny to the car, Y/n go with them, me and Saunders will pick up everything here to take.”

  Y/n right away took Danny into her arms as Alfred led them outside to the car without being seen. Bruce and Saunders got everything they needed that held the evidence from when Y/n was going undercover. And soon they were on their way to the Batcave. Y/n talked with Danny along they way to not scare him of such rapid moving and hiding. But as long as he was with her he felt safe, he felt happy too.

  Once they were safely in the Batcave Y/n laid Danny down on the futon so he could continue the nap he had in the car, she wrapped him in blankets to keep him extra warm so he could sleep comfortably, then she went to the men as she explained what Danny told her,

  “So basically he says some new janitor guy was working at the shelter, and well, Danny says he heard when the older kids started to mock Danny and show him the news report from the night everything happened at the Triangle Bridge, so of course they made Danny cry which got the janitor upset, and Danny said the janitor pulled him aside and asked him how he knew me, and well Danny confessed and said that I was going to adopt him, and that I saved his life when the joker had him... then the janitor gave Danny a written address on this paper, saying that this was the place I lived, and to go there.”

 Bruce let out a sigh as he asked,

  “So your meaning to tell me that this janitor guy knows where you lived and expected Danny to walk over here?”

  “Danny says the guy offered to drive him, but after everything that happened to his brother and Y/b/n, he said that it was fine he’d go on his own, kid took the freakin bus-“

  “The bus! Jesus Christ, he’s just a little boy... and I’m assuming he walked the rest of the way here?”

  “Yeah, that’s why he was freezing, he wasn’t even wearing socks. But I think I might know who it is.”

  Saunders got defensive as he questioned,

  “Who do you think it is?”

 “When I was at the church, well, when I burned the church, a man saved my life, that’s where I got the pistol from, the silver one.. the Priest there has two goons, one of them was the larger one and was going to kill me, the other was masked up and quiet, he’s the one that saved me and let me go. For what reason? I’ll never know, he looks nothing familiar from what I could see.”

  “Well then he surely recognized you, your face was all over the news for days, maybe that’s why he let you go. He saw that you were alive. And gave you a chance to escape death again. You know, not everyone that works for the bad guys want to do it, their forced, so when they see the chance to save someone else-“

 “”They’ll do it at all costs.””

 Both Y/n and Bruce finished Saunders sentence, they looked at each other with the same glint of worry but hope. Y/n then told Alfred,

  “I really don’t know how this is all going to come down in the end, most of our authorities are against us, but more than anything I need to find a way to save Y/b/n. I just don’t know how.”

 Bruce then suggested,

  “Maybe I can go find Professor Strange.. I need a sample of the chemical he’s making to make an antidote for it. Maybe I can lure his attention to me. If he’s as obsessed as he says he is.”

  Saunders laid a hand and Bruce’s and Y/n’s shoulders as he put forth,

  “I’m willing to help wherever I can, this is a big one y’all are going for.. but it’s not impossible- hey, what are all those boxes there on your desk?”

  Saunders attention from them was then guided to Y/f/n’s evidence boxes that were on Bruce’s desk, so Bruce went on to saying,

 “Gordon got a text from an anonymous number leading us to a shed that held all of this.. did you send that text?”

  “No I didn’t.. I didn’t even know Y/f/n had a separate shed, there was a point where I gave up on the Mackenzie case like you did Bruce, I left Y/f/n on his own. And I’m guessing he didn’t give up on it, as we can see-“

 Turning to look at Y/n, Saunders added,

  “That’s why when I saw you willing to pursue the case on your own I let you go. I didn’t want to carry the weight of stopping it once again, when I knew there was still a chance. When I know there still is a chance.”

  Bruce looked at the boxes as they approached them and asked,

  “Then who else knew about it but Y/f/n? Could it be that snooping guy? The janitor or the guy that saved you Y/n?”

  Y/n shrugged her shoulders but said,

  “What if it’s the same guy? I never saw his face, but Danny did. But I’d still wouldn’t be able to make a match, because I never saw him.”

  Alfred commented,

  “Well now that adds another person to our watch list, but either way we’ll be able to work around it just fine, we’ve come this far already, there’s no going back no matter what.”

 Y/n nodded her head in agreement as she thanked them,

  “Thanks Uncle G.. and you too Alfred. For everything you did for me while I was out there.”

 Bruce thanked them both as well,

  “Yeah, thanks for keeping Y/n in tact, for not giving up on her even when I did.. but this time, we’re doing this together.”

  “””Together.”””

 Saunders squares his shoulders as he put forth in a general-like tone,

  “I’m assuming that this brings us into making a plan? For the funeral night that’s in two weeks?”

  “Yup, but for tonight Bruce will go out, and do what he needs to do, I’ll stay here with Danny.”

  The two older men agreed with the plan for the night as they went to a separate desk and began to look through Y/f/n’s evidence boxes, as Y/n guided Bruce further into the cave with her lenses and computer, so they both could look at what she saw and heard about their parents’ murder and murderer.

  Bruce’s POV 

 Bruce sat on on large backless chair and Y/n sat behind him and hugged his torso as he connected her lenses to the system, the video of everything that happened that night came out and Bruce was ready to press play until Y/n placed her hand over his heart and asked seriously,

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  His heart beat rapidly under her hand in his chest but he took deep breaths and shook his head,

  “yeah.. I think I’m ready. J-Just hol-“

  “I’m with you, I’m right here, and I’m going to hold you through this ok? The minute you want to stop we’ll stop it ok?”

  “Ok.”

 Bruce moved his trembling hand to place it on the mouse and move the arrow to press play, and soon the video came to life as everything was displayed to see. 

  “Let me know up until what part you heard what you heard, you still haven’t told me what it’s about.”

  He felt Y/n’s chest rise against his back as she took a deep breath too, as she responded,

  “Believe me, you’re not going to want to hear it coming out of me, still I can’t even process everything- stop, stop right there this is the part!”

  “O-Ok.”

 Bruce paused it to the part where he could see through Y/n’s lens that at that point she was looking at William Kenzie dead in the eye. She then asked Bruce,

  “Do you know who he is?”

  “Yeah, he, he’s narcotics, corrupt former detective. I broke his nose.”

  “I can see that.. you go ahead when you’re ready. You’re in control right now.”

  Her hands were steady as one laid over his heart and the other rested on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly to remind him that she was really there. Taking one more deep breath Bruce finally pressed play, and he began to here the on-going conversation. Therefore hearing Mackenzie telling William.

    “I don’t care what you have to do or go through to get her I want Y/n Y/l/n in my hands dead or alive.. you’ve done it before, with the Waynes and Y/n’s parents without a problem. So what’s the deal now?” 

 Then William answered,

  “It’s not a problem, ok? I’ll get it done.. you realize that it isn’t as easy as you make it seem? Don’t underestimate me, I took down the Queen and King Of Gotham, the Waynes... then I took care of the Y/l/n’s without a trace. I got this.”

 After hearing it Bruce paused the video as his breath hitched, then he replayed it,

but only on the part where William is saying his part on how he took his parents down, finally unmasking the secret he never knew all his life. The officials never found the random person that was hired to kill his parents, they never found a trace so the case was never pursued, and now here, at this mans drunken state, did he confess that he did it. He didn’t realize that he was replaying it continually until Y/n placed her hand over Bruce’s on the mouse and paused it as she said,

  “I’m so sorry honey, but believe me justice will come. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Tears slowly came down Bruce’s face as she hugged him tightly from behind, he looked up at the screen as he said sniffing,

  “I-I thought they were never going to find the guy, I thought I was never going to find him.. and here he is all along, breathing with their blood in his hands.. acting like it’s some kind of prize he won.”

  “I know.. but, he’s going to be there the night when Bocks going to do the trading with the feds, I want to take them all down that night at once.”

  Bruce couldn’t separate his eyes from the screen as Kenzie’s face was still on display, his breathing began to grow rapid and his blood was boiling from the inside. His thoughts were running wild with fury,

  ‘He deserves to die.. he killed my mother.. my father. He took them away from me. And he also took Y/n’s parents from her, she lost them too, she suffered because of him. He has to die.’

  “Bruce? Are you ok?”

 He snapped out of his thoughts and arose from his seat abruptly saying,

  “Yeah, I’m ok. I have to go.”

  Y/n’s POV

  Bruce was trying to walk away Y/n could already see what his mind circuits were thinking,

  “No no Bruce, you can’t kill him.”

 “Bruce you can’t kill him-“

  “And who said I was?”

  “Your clenched fists and blown pupils, you’re pissed off-“

  “Of course I am!! This son of a bitch killed yours and my parents, cold blooded, and talks about it like it’s nothing, something to proud to carry under his belt. Eye for an eye Y/n.”

  “Bruce you know better-“

  “Do I? You can’t tell me that you’re ok mentally with this man walking around alive, knowing that he killed your father, your idol, the one man on this earth that made you the woman you are today?!? Y/n, he took them away from us. And doesn’t regret it at all.”

  “Well of course I’m not ok with it Bruce! I’m just as angry and hurt as you. He took a lot from us and we didn’t even know it. Look at me baby.”

  Bruce had his back turned to her but now moved to face her, letting her see the tears that painted his cheeks and wetting his pink lips, his eyes burning red with anger and hurt as she described. Y/n walked to him and grabbed his large hands into her small ones saying comfortingly,

  “Everything we’ve been fighting for all our lives is going to come down on the same night. Mackenzie and William Kenzie, who are monsters. And Monsters take down monsters.. and you’re not a monster Bruce, you’re a good man, a vigilante that works and does justice, not only to the people of Gotham, but for yourself too, not vengeance.. justice. And you know who made me realize that?”

  Bruce looked into her eyes as sh cupped his face wiping his tears with her thumbs, he listened to her attentively as she added in a loving whisper,

  “You did Bruce, you saved me from falling into that.. you saved me then so I could save you today. And remind you that you’re a good man, my love, a father. I know it hurts baby, I really do, my father meant everything to me, and because of Kenzie he’s gone. But if we want to close this off, once and for all, with no strings attached... we have to do this the right way. You got that? No vengeance, but justice.. maybe I can’t change what two years of this  vigilante stuff did to you, but I surely can help you.”

   Bruce shook his head understandingly letting his hands rest on Y/n’s hips as he said now much more calmly,

  “T-Thank you. You have a good heart. And I-I can’t understand that just yet.”

  “That’s ok.. you’re heart is just as beautiful.. you just gotta let the walls come down doing good things.. which I know you’re capable of. We’re going to make a plan and that plan is going to be good, and we’re going to take them all down.”

  “We will... and I promise to get you our son back.”

  “Thank you.. and remember I love you Bruce Wayne.”

 Giving her a chaste but loving kiss Bruce replied,

  “I love you more Y/n Y/l/n.”

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