#she didn’t steal it from Jason she just has her own

[stephstars08]

Boyfriend

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Stealing, Alcohol, Sexual References, Sexual Contact, Sexual Themes, Implied Smut, Jealousy, Reader Being Taken Advantage, Angst, Nudity, Fluff, Buzz Driving, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!)

Summary: Jason met Y/N five months ago and ever since that night he became so intrigued with her. He knew she was different from all the other girls so it didn’t take long at all for him to fall for her. But the only problem for Jason is that Y/N keeps getting back together with a fuckboy. Jason tries all he can to get her to realize that he could be a better boyfriend than her on and off again ex. But one night he finally gets the opportunity to make it clear.

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Word Count: 1,916

Jason and Y/N have been best friends for about five years now. Y/N is also a vigilante but is more of an Anti-hero since she’s more on the bad side of the law than the good side of the law. The only time she was on the good side of the law is if someone wronged her.

How Jason and Y/N met was one night where Jason caught her stealing a prized sliver necklace for the most expensive jewelry shop in Gotham. She was stealing the necklace for someone in exchange for money which is what she does with a lot of crooks or mob bosses. Since Jason was so intrigued with Y/N he let her go and that’s how their story started.

Two months ago Jason let Y/N move into his apartment with him since she’s been having issues with her on and off again boyfriend, Rex. Jason has hoped that Y/N would forget that asshole and realize he could be a much better boyfriend but he’s had no luck. It always pisses Jason off when she goes back to that asshole.

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Y/N and Jason were out at a Gotham nightclub with Roy since he just came into town for a visit. Jason was having a good time till Mr.Asshole showed up. Y/N was out on the dance floor grinding her ass all over Rex’s dick. Jason was standing at the bar with Roy glaring out at them.

“You glaring at them isn’t going to break them up.” Roy told him. “I can’t believe she keeps going back to that fuckboy.” Jason hissed looking away from the dance floor and grabbed his beer from the counter and took a big swing of the beverage. “Maybe if you actually make a move on her she won’t keep going back to that fuckboy.” Roy told him which made Jason slam the beer bottle back down on the counter. “Don’t you think I have fucking tried. It’s not that fucking easy.” Jason told him with anger in his voice. “Says the ladies man.” Roy said with a harsh laugh which just continued to piss Jason off. “You know what Roy.” Jason started as he could feel his blood boil. “Start minding your own fucking business.” Jason snapped and walked passed him. “Jason!” Roy called out to him over the music but Jason ignored him and kept on walking.

Jason had to squeeze his way through crowds of people to get to the men’s bathroom with was at the back of the nightclub. A couple of girls whistled at him but he just rolled his eyes and kept on walking. Getting laid would definitely help him but the girl he wants is grinding all over a different man.

When Jason walked into the bathroom he was relieved that no one was in there. He walked over to one of the sinks and turned on the cold water. He leaned over the sink and splashed the cold water on his face. Jason has only had two beers and one shot of whiskey but he could feel a small buzz coming. He turned the water off and stood back up. He grabbed a bunch of paper towel and dried his face off. He was hoping the cold water would cool off his anger and jealousy but it didn’t. He knew if he stayed he was going to do something he will regret in the morning so he’s just going to go back out there, tell Roy he’s calling it a night and go back to his apartment.

After Jason threw the paper towels in the trash can he walked out of the bathroom and back into the crowds of people. As Jason squeezed his way back to Roy the same girls called out to him again but again he ignored the again by rolling his eyes and walking. Jason looked around for Roy but he was nowhere to be found but he did see Y/N standing at the bar by herself so he walked over to her.

“Hey.” Jason said getting her attention. “Where is Roy at?” Jason asked her. “He met some horny chick so they left to go fuck at her place.” Y/N answered grabbed a shot and chugged it. She hissed at burning sensation in her throat from the whiskey.

“What about Rex?” Jason asked trying to show that he gives a fuck about that fucker. Y/N slammed the shot glass down on the counter which made Jason jump a little since he wasn’t expecting her to do that. “He fucking ditched me.” Y/N hissed. This isn’t the first time that Rex had ditched Y/N so that’s why Jason wasn’t surprised but he was pissed if even more now. “Why did he ditch you?” Jason asked trying his best to hide his anger the best he could. Let’s just say the only reason why Jason hasn’t beat the living shit out of Rex yet is because he knows Y/N could do it herself if she wanted to. “He wanted to go back to his place to hook up but I told him I didn’t want to leave you hear by yourself so he got pissed off and left.” Y/N explained to him.

“Listen-“ Jason started but she immediately cut him off. “Don’t fucking say it Jason!” Y/N hissed looking away from him. “Don’t say what?” Jason asked in confusion. “You stupid fucking pity speech.” Y/N snapped looking back at him. “I’m tired of hearing the same shit every fucking time.” She added which now set Jason off. “Well I wouldn’t keep telling you that shit if you would open your fucking eyes and stop going back to that fuckboy!” Jason said finally letting out the anger and frustration he’s been holding in. “Everytime you two break up I always see him fucking around with other girls. After he get’s ditched by them he goes running right back to you because he knows you’ll take him back.” Jason told her in stern tone. He was about to say more but he stopped himself when he saw tears forming and in Y/N’s eyes.

“It’s because I don’t know how to say no to him.” Y/N said with frustration in her voice. “I’m never going to learn my fucking lesson.” Y/N added looking away from Jason again. “Y/N, you are beautiful and you can find a much better boyfriend than Rex.” Jason told her which made Y/N scoff. “And who the fuck would that guy be?” Y/N said in annoyance wiping the tears from her eyes. “Maybe me.” Jason blurted out which quickly made Y/N look back at him. “What?” Y/N said in shock. “Oh fuck it.” Jason mumbled to himself.

He grabbed one of Y/N’s arms and pulled her body close to his. Before Y/N could say anything he smashed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt her whole body go into shock but she couldn’t pull away because the kiss felt so right. The kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Jason let go over her wrist and put his hands on her hips while her eyes wrapped around his neck. They broke the kiss when they needed air. They rested their foreheads against one another’s as they started to catch their breaths.

“How about we continue this in private.” Y/N said looking at him with lust in her eyes. “Where do you want to go?” Jason asked looking back at her with lust filled eyes. “How about your bedroom?” Y/N said as her lips curved into a smirk. Jason smirked back. “Let’s go.” Jason told her.

They left money for the drinks on the counter and walked out of the nightclub hand and hand. They got onto Jason’s motorcycle and he sped his way back to his apartment for a night he’s been waiting for since the first night he laid eyes on Y/N.

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The next morning Jason woke up with the best feeling in the world but it quickly faded away when he saw the other side of his bed empty. “Fuck!” Jason hissed. He pulled his bed sheets off his naked body and stood up. He walked over to his dresser and first pulled out a pair of boxers. He slipped on the boxers and then grabbed a black t-shirt out of the drawer. After he put on the t-shirt he walked out of his bedroom.

When he walked down the hall he stopped in front of Y/N’s room she wasn’t in there but he did notice the clothes she was wearing were laying on the end off her bed. Jason let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Jason was a bit nervous that Y/N is thinking that what happened between them was just a drunken one night stand.

Jason walked into the living room to see no one in there. Roy must still be at his one night stand’s house. When he heard a noise coming from the small kitchen he knew Y/N must’ve been in there. Jason walked to the doorway of the kitchen to see Y/N pouring herself a cup of coffee. Jason knew she must’ve taken a shower since her hair was wet. He didn’t realize that he was just standing there staring at her till she said something to him.

“Want a cup of coffee?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Oh yeah.” Jason answered walking towards her. He watched Y/N pull out a mug from the top cabinet and poured coffee into the mug. She handed the mug over to him. “Thanks.” Jason said carefully taking the mug and took a sip of it after blowing on it. “No problem.” Y/N told him. Jason set his mug down on the counter after taking a couple more sips. “So um how are you feeling?” Jason asked her. “I don’t have a hangover. I just had a buzz.” Y/N told him which made him feel a little bit relieved. “Me too.” Jason said and put his cup of coffee down on the counter.

Silence fell between the two till Y/N’s phone started to ring on the counter. When Y/N saw the caller ID she let out a groan and declined the call. “Who was that?” Jason asked since she declined the call before he could see the caller ID. “Who do you think?” Y/N said with annoyance. “Are you going to go back to him?” Jason asked with jealousy in his voice avoiding eye contact with her. He didn’t even try to hide his jealousy since they did just have sex about eight hours ago. “Well, it depends.” Y/N told him looking at him. Jason looked back at her with a confused look in his eyes. “Depends on if you meant what you said to me last night in the nightclub.” Y/N told him which made Jason’s lips curve up into a smile. He took one of her hands and held it. “I meant ever word I said to you last night.” Jason told her which made her smile.

She walked closer to him, leaned in and connected her lips with his’s for a soft kiss. Y/N put her other hand on his cheek and stoked it gently with her thumb which made him lean into her touch. “You can be a better boyfriend than him.” Y/N told him. “Damn fucking straight.” Jason said which made her giggle. She leaned in again and connected their lips for another sweet and soft kiss.

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[r4ins]

hi! could you pls do a jason todd x male reader smut? :)

Jason Todd x Top Male Reader

cw. bottom jason x dom male reader

i’m back 🙏🏽 exam szn finally over

See the thing about Jason Todd is, he has a smart mouth. A pretty mouth, too, Y/N knows, full and red. But more often it’s sarcastic, sneering, turned down to say something sharp.

Like right now, when Jason’s on Y/N’s couch, long arms spread over the back, his legs open. Taking up more room then he needs to, like always. Y/N, pressed to one side, legs curled into his chest, isn’t even sure how he got here.

Jason just showed up one day, said something about his own apartment being too loud, and then…kept showing up, until meals together became a regular thing, until Jason has his own toothbrush in the holder next to the sink, and Y/N now knows what Jason looks like sleep-soft and vulnerable, his lips parted. Jason kept showing up until one date became two, became three, became a relationship that Y/N can barely believe is happening even as he tucks every part of Jason close to his heart.

“You can fuck right outta here with that bullshit,” Jason sneers at the TV, where there’s a telenova playing and a woman with too much makeup is weeping, mascara dripping down her cheeks.

Y/N, who chose French rather than Spanish in high school, can understand most of what she’s saying, but he’s not fluent like Jason is. “You tell her, Jay,” he murmurs, more focused on his book than television drama.

“Shut up, Y/N, I’m trying to watch,” Jason says, waving him away as Y/N raises his eyes from his book, gives Jason a cool glance.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jason,” he says, evenly, not actually annoyed. He’s surprised by Jason’s double take and the flush that creeps, almost unnoticeable, down the brown skin of his neck.

“I, uh, sorry,” Jason mumbles, rubbing his thumb against the scar on his index finger like he always does when he’s nervous. Y/N was trained to notice these things. He smirks, tucking a couple new thoughts away, and goes back to his book.

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“How’s high school going, Y/N?” Jason asks at his back, deliberately goading. His footsteps were silent. Y/N would’ve jumped if his sensors hadn’t told him five minutes ago that Jason was here, wearing every part of the Red Hood outfit but the mask and helmet.

Y/N puts his textbook down, turns in his chair to face Jason. He looks good-the jeans are a little too tight on him, straining against his thick thighs, and the wind has put a tangle in his hair that makes him look like he just got fucked. Y/N can see him there-Jason on his knees, eyes wide and wet, tongue out, letting Y/N ride his face.

He shakes his head and smiles thinly. “I’m in college, Jason.” Which of course Jason knows, but he just loves being an asshole.

Jason shrugs, sprawling himself in one of the chairs at Y/N’s dinner table, plucking a book off his desk to examine it. “Introductory Nuclear Dynamics,” he reads off, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Y/N wonders if he knows how distracting that is. “Fun.”

“I needed an easy class,” Y/N protests, stealing the book back and leaving it in the haphazard pile where he keeps all his textbooks.

“You’re cute, Y/N,” Jason says, and when Y/N looks up with a retort on his tongue Jason is just sitting there, smiling, sincere.

Y/N can only stare at the small freckles dotted across his nose and swallow down whatever he was going to say. “I…Thanks.”

“It’s crazy that you’re in college,” Jason continues, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Didn’t think you were smart enough for that. ”

“I could still have you on your knees in seconds,” Y/N says idly, and Jason’s flush reaches his face this time as he makes a poor excuse and flees. Y/N, satisfied, goes back to his homework.

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“Why would I own a thermometer?” Y/N asks, peering out of his mound of blankets at Jason, who’s making him something he calls a chocolate caliente, which he swears will make Y/N feel better. Y/N, sniffly and feverish, begs to differ.

“Why would you…Y/N,” Jason sighs, coming over to put his big hand against Y/N’s forehead again. “It would help you to realize when your temperature’s getting too high and you should maybe rest instead of working yourself half to death, dumbass.”

“Keep sassing me and I’ll put you over my knee,” Y/N says, bleary, rolling over.

There’s a frozen moment before Jason makes a high noise in the back of his throat and says, “Y/N. Don’t tease.” When he rolls back over Jason’s forehead is a mess of nervous wrinkles, his hands twisting in his lap, all anxiety that Y/N wants to smooth out and kiss away.

“What, baby?” he asks, softer than he usually is with Jason. With anyone.

“You…you know I’m into that kinda…stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Y/N asks, though of course he already knows.

Jason waves one broad, callused hand, hunching his shoulders, blushing so red along his cheekbones that Y/N has to lean over and kiss him, sickness be damned. “That, uh…” Jason clears his throat. “That stuff. Where you tell me what to do.”

“And if I told you what to do, would you be a good boy for me, Jason?” Y/N’s never heard the high, strangled sound that Jason makes now; he knows that he wants to hear it every day for the rest of his life, though.

“Yes,” Jason promises, fervent, and Y/N’s sickness-induced headache is already going away.

He settles back into the couch cushions, spreads his arms over the back and admires Jason’s sharp, squinty profile, his bitten-raw bottom lip. “Alright, then. Take your cock out of your pants, Jason.” Jason hurries to obey, and Y/N notes how hard he already is, flushed deep red, leaking at the tip as he swipes a thumb over it. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” Y/N warns, sharp, so Jason snatches his hand away.

“I, uh, sorry. Y/N.” Y/N considers having Jason call him something like master, but decides it’s too cheesy. Besides, he likes the sound of his name on Jason’s lips.

“Get on your knees,” Y/N orders, motioning to his feet, threading his hands through Jason’s soft, thick hair once he’s settled there, staring up at Y/N with pupils blown wide. Y/N…didn’t expect to be enjoying this as much as he is, to have Jason waiting on his every word. It’s nice to be obeyed, especially by someone with an attitude like Jason’s.

“Good?” Jason asks, and Y/N nods. As if Jason has ever been anything but good to him since this relationship started.

“Hump my leg til you come,” he says, idly examining his nails. He wonders how Jason would feel stretched around three of his fingers, Y/N rounding the edge of his prostate til it’s fat and sore, til Jason’s cock and his eyes are both leaking.

“What?” Jason sputters, edging back a bit until Y/N’s fingers tighten in his hair. They exchange a look. Jason grins, cocky again, shuffles back to spread his legs over Y/N’s foot. “I mean…Yes. Sir.” Y/N huffs a fond laugh, sniffs once. He can barely feel his cold over the slow arousal edging up through his belly as Jason’s hips jerk, warm against his skin.

“There we go,” Y/N murmurs. “Pretty boy.”

“M’not pretty,” Jason argues, though he won’t look at Y/N as he says it.

“You are. My gorgeous boy. And I’ll do anything I want with you,” Y/N continues, cupping Jason’s cheek, resting a thumb on his bottom lip. Jason’s eyes flutter shut as his mouth opens, takes Y/N inside where he’s wet and warm, Y/N rubbing against his tongue.

“Can I…Y/N. Please?” Jason begs, hand straying towards his cock. Desperate. Y/N’s never seen him get worked up this fast before, cock so hard it looks painful; Y/N leans forward to look, wincing in sympathy, and flicks the head.

Jason’s whole body curls inward as he wails, spilling over Y/N’s fingers, his leg, his own lap. Y/N wants to eat him whole. He leans back, sucks a drop of cum into his mouth, almost chokes himself when Jason is climbing into his lap soon after, biting at his mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, baby,” he groans, grinning when his cock brushes against Y/N’s bare stomach and Y/N’s breath hitches. “Can we do that again?”

Y/N is grinning himself, stupid and wide, as Jason slides back to his knees and starts pulling Y/N’s sweats down. He runs a hand through Jason’s hair again, tips his head back. The smile won’t come off his face as Jason dips his head. “Jay, we can do that as much as you want,” he promises, and lets Jason set to work.

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[tumblingxelian]

Thoughts on Stephanie Brown, Crime & Community

A lot of the posts I’ve been reading lately about Bruce’s brutality towards low level criminals and whether Jason betraying his own community or not, the double standards and meta analysis has all been very interesting. 

And it has also left me musing on Stephanie Brown’s character. 

Specifically how she operates in a really fascinating position that was likely not intended by the writers but one can reach anyway. 

So a quick primer: 

Stephanie Brown came up in a low income (at best) family in Gotham. Her father was consistently in and out of prison only briefly holding down a steady job and when he was home he was violent towards both Stephanie and her mother.

Crystal was neglectful and a substance abusing addict until Stephanie was about 15 and even then their relationship was quite messy with Stephanie still forced into a parental role. 

(She also escaped sexual assault as a child and was clearly traumatized by the event and given her ‘boyfriend’ who got her pregnant looed significantly older than her one could argue she was a victim of grooming.)

Her first team up with Batgirl (long before she receives any training) Shows she has an intimate and immediate understanding of criminal operations that can only come from either self study or experience. One of her earlier team ups with Robin & the then Green Arrow (Investigating gun runners selling to kids) had her note she felt her community was neglected by the heroes. Her first team up with Batgirl also had them basically steal money that would have gone to evidence to donate it to charity and she also reveal hinted at different times a dislike or lack of faith in the police. 

Now, not everything was hunky dory, as there were some writers who basically decided her motive was “Impress Robin”. Fortunately this only cropped up every now and again and she’d often try and seek out team ups and mentors elsewhere. And given it doesn’t line up well with her initial character I am content to view it as an artifact of the writer. 

But I digress, how does this go into her relationship with her community and criminals in general? 

Well, suffice to say her relationship with them is bad. 

Her first time out as Spoiler she tries to murder her father and has to be talked down by Batman. She later reveals to Crystal she was doing this to protect her because she was tired of seeing Arthur come back and ruin their lives over and over again. She also used visitation rights when he was in prison to beat the hell out of him because he orchestrated her kidnapping and near missed murder for money, while the guards just let it happen. 

In one of her first team ups with Robin they fight criminals in a snow covered building and his cutting of support beams leads them all to be buries. Robin insists on finding him and saving him, while Stephanie suggests leaving him to die, dismissing his motives along the lines of, “I was poor, daddy never loved me, ETC.” She only agreed trying to save him was a good idea when they accidently found a homeless woman and her child also buried. 

later on she also didn’t want to save a villain who managed to kidnap both herself and Robin. We also see her shrug off the prospect of accidentally killing a serial killer she was in combat with. She also has a violent exchange with Penguin after he started using children as gun runners which hinted at wanting to wipe people like him off the map. When he was dismissive of even facing charges because “I've got people for that” she legit scared and injured him and Batgirl needed to stop her from going further. 

(She also shrugged off Dick killing Joker while everyone else was freaking out but like, come on. Joker fills literal graveyards in universe and had been terrorizing the world minutes before, he’s not a ‘normal criminals’ by any stretch.)

Overall, her relationship to criminals in general was varying degree of contemptuous and she was quite comfortable with the prospect of doling out lethal punishment to criminals, though she never got the on screen opportunity. I think her general attitude is best summed up as “yes trauma sucks but its no excuse to take it out on your community” while holding those who profit off those circumstances in utter contempt. IE, she disdains petty criminals for victimizing their fellows and she hates the kingpins who run everything. 

(Though I doubt this was intended by the writers.) 

But I digress, I’m not expert enough to say whether this is a realistic or positive response to her circumstances, but I do find it an interesting one. I also think its a lot more nuanced than Batman’s brutality even if one could argue its problematic. Though that also broached the “Are we discussing in universe or out of universe” and so on. Really not sure where I was going with this. I maybe just wanted the chance to discuss Stephanie cos I think she’s really interesting. 

So uh, yeah. 

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[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 16

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, just a hint of violence

Summary: Jason and YN have settled into the Batfamily, but things never stay nice in Gotham

The heat in Gotham in mid-July was the worst. The pavement was sticky, the city smelled rank and it made having to walk around all day the worst experience possible. That was why so many people saved their outings until after dark. And that’s what you did also. You needed to meet a contact about Joker. He was still in Arkham but there were rumblings that Harley Quinn was resurfacing after her escape from Blackgate in early June. Your contact was supposed to meet you at the docks around 11PM, and it was still in the upper 80s with no breeze. The river looked refreshing honestly and you understood for a moment why Killer Croc would want to stay underwater all the time. It was 11:30 at the moment and you were about to give up when someone climbed out of the water.

“King Shark?” you said, having not expected that at all. “You said your name was Nan.”

“My name is Nanaue so I told the truth,” he said. You let out a nervous breath, not exactly a fan of all those teeth and being alone. “Are you Lady Red?” You nodded, still pleased with the name you and Jason had come up with to keep your name off the street as much as possible. He wasn’t going to want you out there fighting crime in a cape yet, but you could do your job and hopefully keep your real name and where you lived under wraps.

“You have information on Harley for me?” you asked. He nodded. “What do you want in exchange?”

“Nothing, Harley is my friend and I want you to stop looking for her. She is with us now, she does not like Joker anymore,” he said. You nodded.

“So, she’s not planning to break him out of Arkham?” you confirmed, and the shark shook his head. “Good, thank you.”

“Tell your friend he should take a shower, I can smell him from here,” the shark said before diving back into the river. You laughed out loud at that, turning and looking towards the nearby warehouse where you knew Jason was hiding, watching.

“Well, that was rude,” he said into the communicator you had in your ear. You laughed even more. “Do you think he’s lying about Harley?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. He still had nightmares about Joker, you heard him across the hall crying out sometimes and had one more than one occasion run into his room and climbed in next to him, letting him curl around you as he listened to your heartbeat to fall back asleep.

“I normally can tell if people are lying, but he is a giant shark so it’s a little harder to tell, but I think he was telling the truth,” you said. King Shark’s voice has been even, his eyes focused on you, not skirting around. “I’m going to head down to the Diamond District, I need to visit CADMUS. You can go back to your own thing; I don’t think a scientist is going to kidnap me.”

“I’m sorry have you met most of the scientists in this city? They’re the worst,” Jason answered. “But I do have to get moving, Penguin is trying to run some guns through East End and well, I need some more guns.” You rolled your eyes, climbing into the McLaren you so desperately loved to steal from Bruce’s garage.

“Yes, more guns, Bruce will love that,” you said. You heard him laugh and smiled. “Did you show him those new designs you were working on?” He didn’t answer. “Red, your designs are good and they would help you be less lethal, which we all know he will love, and you should also show him your updates to the exploding gel.” You heard him clear his throat. “Ok, I’ll stop, see you at home later Hoodie.” You took the communicator from your ear and drove off towards CADMUS.

Jason heard you disconnect, not being able to stop the smile that appeared when you said you would see him at home. He didn’t exactly know how or when it happened, but he had a home and a family again. He was even on decent terms with Tim, though he wasn’t telling anyone that yet. Even Bruce had taken him back to the basketball court to see how he did, and he was pleased to say he won that round of 1-on-1. And YN, she had made everything come together, held him together, even when he was about to fall apart. The nightmares didn’t stop, and sometimes even the coping skills that Dr. Thompkins was teaching him in their sessions wasn’t even to keep the sound of laughter and screeching metal at bay in his mind, but he was having more good days than bad now. It was refreshing and freeing.

He dropped down to the ground from the warehouse and hopped on his bike, heading towards East End to deal with Penguin and get himself some new guns. He was just crossing over into East End when he saw too late the spike strips across the darkened alley. He tired to veer but they bike hit them, tires bursting and sending him and the bike spinning out. He slid on the pavement, lucky for his armor and helmet or he would have been torn to shreds. He still felt the pain of impact but thought he was safe from most of the damage. He jumped up, ready to attack when he felt the bat to his back. He spun, guns aimed and fired at the retreating attacker. What the hell? He looked around, watching as dozens of guys walked out of the surrounding buildings. And there on the fire escape was Penguin.

“I see you got my invitation,” he said. Jason didn’t respond but saw what was going on. The gun run was a ruse and he had fallen for it. “Your men are dead, I already had them thrown into the river. You on the other hand, you are a bigger problem.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Jason snarked, watching around him for someone to make the first move.

“Ya, well, it's time I deal with you. Go ahead boys, have fun, but I want him alive,” Penguin said, waving his hand and disappearing back into the building. They descended and Jason knew, even as he fought and clawed and shot and stabbed, that he didn’t have a chance.

By the time Tim responded to the tracker alarm Jason had activated all that was left in the alley was his guns and a torn-up leather jacket covered in blood.

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[lily-drake]

Unexpected Discoveries Lead to Unexpected Consequences

In which Marinette is homeless and breaks into people’s apartments and steals to survive.  Jason wasn’t expecting to see a small blue eyed black haired child in his Paris, France safe house.  And he definitely didn’t intend to basically adopt her, but what can you do?

Chapter 1

Jason had a plan, and even Talia seemed to approve of his plan which meant it had to be good.  But first, she said that he had to train with different handlers all around the world to learn different skills that would help him reach his end goal.  And what was this plan exactly?  He was going to take over and run the drug trade in Crime Alley, kill Joker, mess with the Bat and his replacement, and finally he’ll end the big Bat with his own hands.  His plan changed a bit every so often, currently he was toying with the idea of letting Batman decide to kill the Joker himself; see how much he really loved Jason.  

He was currently waiting for reassignment in Paris, France as his last handler said his training with them was complete.  His body was cooling on the floor only a few moments after the words left their mouth.  

He was currently squatting in a run down apartment building that he felt he had sufficiently boobytraped.  That was until he entered his apartment through the fire escape window one night and saw a small person rifling through the duffel bag he had left sitting on the crappy coffee table.  He cleared his throat loudly and watched as the small person froze and stiffened in their spot.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He watched as the figure slowly raised their hands into the air, lifted their head, and turned towards him. His eyes widened slightly at what he saw, he….hadn’t been expecting this.  The person was a small girl with wide bluebell eyes who couldn’t be older than maybe 12.  Her clothes were torn, dirty, and ragged; hair pulled back into neat twin tails but was obviously matted and dirty from being unable to find a proper place to bathe.

Memories of his past, before he has been abducted by Batman, resurfaced from some place deep within the recesses of his pit crazed mind.  Memories of being in the same predicament.  The feeling of never being safe no matter where you are or what you do.  The horrid hunger that would make anyone desperate enough to do anything for even the hope of a scrap.  Fearing that one day you’ll go missing and no one will ever know or care where you are or what happened to you ever again.  He could see fear in the small girl’s eyes, and what appeared to be tears brimming in them.  Normally he would cherish and feast on that fear, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance.

“I-I’m sorry sir!  I’ll leave right now and never come back!  I swear I haven’t taken anything yet, nor will I again.”

“Maybe not from me, but from someone else, yea?”

He said calmly, softly.  Slowly he raises his hands up in front of him, exaggerating and telegraphing every movement so the kid would know he was no threat or danger.  When he was a few feet away from the girl he squatted down, still keeping his hands in front of him, but away from her.  The girl took a small step away, moving into more of a defensive stance, a glare forming on her face. He gave her a small smile, letting her keep her distance.

“Hey, it’s ok.  I’m not going to hurt you, I’ve been in the same spot as you.”

He started with a tender note in his voice.  His French was a bit rusty, but it was still understandable, and that’s all that mattered at the moment.

“And what spot is that?”

She asked skeptically, eyes darting around the room as she looked for anything she could use to help her escape.

“On the run, homeless, stealing to survive, doing whatever is necessary to just live another day.  I know exactly what that was like.”

The girl's eyes widened in shock, her shoulders and stance loosening ever so slightly.  She stared at him for a long time, but he never moved as he let her evaluate him.  When she seemed satisfied she discouragingly asked,

“So what are you gonna do?  Call CPS?”

“F* those guys.  They never helped anyone in the system, and there’s no way I’m gonna let you go through that.”

Silence hung in the air, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, more unsure and inquisitive.

“How would you like to go get some food?  I’m hungry, and I have no doubt that you are too.  If you’d rather just leave, then I won’t stop you.  No catch, you don’t even have to talk to me.  I get it.  I’m Jason by the way.”

The girl bit her lip as if she were contemplating his offer.  She looked all around the dark room one last time before she muttered.

“Mary.”

Jason smiled gently,

“Nice to meet you, Mary.  I’ll go ahead and lead us to a diner.  Again, you don’t have to follow, but I was going to head there for food anyways so you don’t have to worry about a trap or anything.”

Jason slowly stood up, keeping his hands in front of his palms facing forward the entire time.  Cautiously, he walked towards the front door, and walked out.  He never turned back to see if Mary followed him as it would probably send the wrong message.  He was honestly a bit surprised when she sat across from him at the booth. 

She pressed herself as far into the bench as she could with all her limbs curled up in front of her, letting her eyes focus solely on the table.  He was grateful when the waiter dropped off the menus as it lessened the tension around them, letting both of them focus on something other than each other.

“Would you like anything to drink while you look for what you want?”

The waitress asked with a polite smile.

“I’ll have some white milk.”

Jason replied smoothly, nodding his appreciation before turning to look at the menu. 

“Alright, and what would the young lady like?”

“Ummm,”

Mary hesitantly glanced up at Jason, but all he did was shrug in reply.

“Chocolate milk, please?”

“Alrighty then, I’ll have that out for you in just a moment.”

Jason turned his head slightly and watched the other patrons in the diner.  It was odd to him that none of them seemed to know any of the great terrors this world held, and if they did they were good at ignoring them.  They were so carefree and happy, and it just felt …off to him with everything he knows and has been through.  He glanced at the kid and noticed her drawing on her paper kids menu with the provided crayons.  She seemed to be making some kind of dress, and she was really good at it.  If the crayons were better quality, or maybe just a pencil, he bet that it would look even better.

“You’re really good at that.”

He praised.  Mary’s head shot up in surprise, and she quickly held the paper close to her chest.  Jason raised his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.  I’m not going to stop you, I’m not going to take it from you, and if you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t even look at you or your work anymore.”

Mary bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his hands, suspicion never leaving her eyes for a second.

“I promise Mary.”

He whispered, making direct eye contact to show her the seriousness—and hopefully honesty—he was trying to convey through his body-language and voice.  After another minute of silent staring at the other she nodded.  Hesitantly, she cautiously set the paper back down and continued working while occasionally glancing up to make sure he hadn’t moved closer or started staring.  Slowly, Mary felt herself to relax just a little for the first time in years.  He wasn’t staring at her or her work and always kept his distance.  He kept his part of the deal as he just stared out of the booth and watched the people around them.

“Alright, here are your drinks.  Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, I’ll have a Croque Monsieur, French Onion soup, French ratatouille, two slices of your Traditional Quiche, and two slices of Hazelnut Dacquoise please.”

He said politely as he handed his menu back to the server.

“Alright, and for the young miss?”

Mary stared at the page, refusing to make any eye contact.

“Ummm, I-I’ll have Croque Monsieur.”

She said nervously before quickly sipping from her drink to avoid saying anything else.  She hoped that what she ordered wouldn’t cost much.  But if he was ordering that must mean he isn’t afraid of spending money, right?  But he may not want to spend much on her.  Even if this is him being nice and not wanting anything in return, it’s best not to test him.

“Alright, will that be all then?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

“Of course, we’ll have it out for you soon.”

And with that the waitress turned and left back towards the counter.  Jason turned back to his people watching, taking small sips from his drink.

“Thank you.”

Mary whispered.  Jason smiled, but didn’t look at her as he replied,

“Yea, no problem kid.  I’d be a hypocrite and a g*d* a*hole to not help you out when I’ve been where you are too.”

Once the food came Jason took all of the plates, including hers, much to her dismay.  Instead of eating it all like she had thought, he started to split everything in half.  He put some of the food onto his plate that held  Croque Monsieur before pushing the rest of the food onto her own.

“Don’t worry kid, I’m not gonna steal your food.  In fact you’re going to need more than what you ordered, and I know this place uses good and fresh ingredients to make their food.  You’re gonna need the nutrients, so eat as much as you can.  And if you want more, I honestly don’t mind giving you mine or ordering more.  Okay?”

He asked, making eye contact with her once more as he slowly scooted her dish toward her.  She nodded slowly, still trying to process what had just happened.  Jason nodded, giving her a small encouraging smile before he started to eat his own food.  Marinette watched him take a bite of a little of everything on his dish, once he had done that, and showed no sign of anything she tucked in.

It was obvious that she was born into a good family.  He observed the way she ate, because while she was eating it fairly quickly, it was obvious that she was taught proper table manners.  But while he couldn’t see signs of parental abuse, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any.  He had her glass refilled a few times, much to her horror the first time, but he just smiled and waved off her attempts of “you don’t have too, I’m fine”, with “just drink your milk kid.  You’re gonna need it if you don’t want to stay that size forever”.  She had scowled at him for that comment, but sipped her milk in silence, a small smile creeping into her lips.  He pretended that he didn’t notice it.

He had given Marinette both slices of the small cake, and was surprised when she scooted the last piece toward him.  She didn’t look at him, didn’t even say a word.  Just let the cake sit in the middle of the table, it was a silent offering of sorts.  A show of trust that made Jason’s heart swell a little in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.  Slowly Jason reached out and pulled the slice closer to him.

________

“I’ve got another place you can stay the night at if you’d like.  You could have a nice shower, I could find you some new clothes or something.  If that isn’t for you, I’ve got some money that you can use.  It should keep you off the streets and keep you fed for a little while.”

Jason said calmly as they stood outside the diner with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket.  He desperately wanted to help the kid (more desperately than he wanted anything, and that was frightening), but he knew there was only so much he could do.  He would have to leave soon to his next instructor wherever Talia thought he should be shipped off to next.  He can’t, in good conscience, take the kid with him.  He would only do more harm than good, and she doesn’t deserve that.  She has so much potential, an entire future ahead of her!  He would never forgive himself if he ruined that for her.

Mary twiddled her thumbs and bit her lip, a nervous tick he noticed, as she thought through the options.

“Can I stay the night with you?”

That wasn’t really one of the options, and it showed that she really hadn’t been on the streets for as long as he had originally thought.  No street kid with longtime experience would be this trusting, not even in Paris.

“That’s not the best idea, kid.  I’m not a good person, you really don’t want to be near me.”

He said coolly, staring at some far off point in the distance.

“But you helped me today, and are still offering to help me.  Doesn’t that make you a good person?”

She asked curiously.  Goodness this kid was so innocent, and he knew that if he looked at her he would see her doe-like eyes silently begging him.  How has she survived this long, how did she even end up in this predicament?

“This could all be a trap kid.  I could just be putting you into a false sense of security before I kidnap or sell you.”

He said gruffly, rolling his eyes.  Kid was going to get herself into some deep sh* if she wasn’t more paranoid and aware.

“Then why reveal your plan now?  Why wait so long to do anything?”

Jason sighed in annoyance and rubbed his eyes.

“It’s called the long game kid.  Ever hear of it?”

“I have, but you aren’t doing that.  If you were doing that you’d look more smug and triumphant.  You’d probably be thinking that “you’ve won now”,”

She rambled, using her fingers as air quotes.

 “But you're not.  You’re more annoyed and seemingly worried about me than anything else.  You said you’ve been through what I have, far too sincerely to be fake.  And-“

“Fine!”

Jason said with exaggerated frustrated annoyance,

“Just follow me kid, and keep up.  I’m not gonna slow down for some curious little pixie.”

He ended gruffly as he began to walk towards one of his nicer safe houses that Talia had provided.

“Hey!  I’m not little, and you offered!”

Mary said indignantly as she ran to keep up with his long strides.

“Sure Pix, let’s go with that.”

He said briskly, but smirked as he saw her trying to keep up with him.  Sighing, mostly annoyed with himself, he slowed down and let her keep up with him, never removing his hands from his pockets and stared at the city of lights around them.  The burning in his heart never really faded, it felt almost tangible, and that made him pause.  He focused on the strange new feeling in his chest, and almost stopped breathing when he subconsciously was able to actually interact with this strange feeling.  Mary froze, fear and uncertainty bleeding through her eyes.  It was as if she felt the interaction, the small strange sensation, the burning that was occurring in his own heart. 

“Not again.”

She whispered to herself.  The feeling now attached to his heart felt like someone had a sharp vice grip on it.  Like they were trying to yank Jason’s heart out.

“I’m so sorry Jason, I’ll get rid of it.  I never meant for this to happen!”

She said panickedly.  Her rates were shut like she was trying to focus on something, and while she focused the sharp tugging became excruciating.  So he did what felt right and tugged back, relieving only a bit of the pain.  Mary gasped.

“What is going on Mary?  What on Earth are you trying to “get rid of”?”

She was silent and there was finally a reprieve from the painful yanking.

“I-I’m a meta.”

She whispered.  Her face was pale and her eyes glassy and distended as she spoke.

“I can create physical and tangible bonds with others that I feel close to or safe with.  I can also take those bonds away though it can be painful for both parties involved.  It depends on how strong the bond is on both sides.  I can’t control it, and now I’ve gone and bonded with you without your permission.  I’m so sorry.”

A small tear fell down her cheek as she slowly shrunk into herself throughout her story.  Jason could feel the l pain and fear, he didn’t know how she held all this in?  Slowly Jason breathed in the chill Autumn evening air, before kneeling before the small child.  

“Hey, it’s okay.  I’m not going to be mad at you okay.  It makes sense to me why you bonded with me.  I doubt you’ve had a lot of people caring about or helping you out.  You’ve been on your own for a while now, huh?”

Mary nodded stiffly, holding back more tears but unable to hold back a sniffle.

“How about we head to the apartment I was telling you about earlier and we can settle this out more there.  Okay?”

Another nod.  Jason gave her a small smile and slowly stood up.  Hesitantly he offered her his hand, but to his surprise she took it while wiping at her eyes with her free arm.  Jason smiled again, when was the last time he smiled like this so much?  He honestly had no idea if he ever had, except he did.  His first day out as-Jason shook his head.  He couldn’t focus on that, right now he had a little kid to take care of.

________

“So just to make sure I’ve got everything straight.”

Jason began once Mary had finished explaining how her power worked after he had made sure she was able to take a hot shower and change clothes.  He had given her one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants—she was absolutely drowning in his clothes.  

“So both of us can interact with the other through this bond as it transfers one’s feelings and emotions.  Is that about right?”

“That about sums it up, yea.”

She replied meekly, wrapping the blanket he had also given her more tightly around herself.

“I also learned a way to shield my bond, which means I can block it so no one I’m bonded to can feel what I’m feeling through the bond.  But it’s been so long since I’ve had one that I don’t fully remember how to do it again.”

Jason hummed, tapping his fingers against his knee in thought.  He had been around magic and metas before sure, but nothing quite like this had ever happened to him before.  It was strange, intimate, and seemingly out of his control.  But strangely enough, he didn’t really seem to mind like he thought he would.  The connection actually made him feel…calm, grounded even.  It seemed that it even helped to lessen the corrupted voice of the Lazarus Pit in his mind.

Jason carefully focused his thoughts on this strange new connection, letting his mind and heart take hold of the bond as gently as he could.  He hesitated, but only for a second before he let a gentle tug of joy and calm flow through the bond.  He watched as she stilled, looking at him with wide hopeful eyes before she replied with her own happy little ripples.  The feelings almost overwhelmed him with how genuine they were, but he knew that he was doing the right thing.  He knew at that moment that he would do anything to protect this kid.

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Seeing the Beauty (Jackson!Reader x Piper McLean) - Chapter 1

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Jason wakes in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he is, sitting beside a girl he doesn’t know. He shakes her head slightly, rubbing his eyes, trying to think.

A few dozen kids sprawl in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all look around his age . . . fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that’s scary, he thinks, closing his eyes. I don’t know my own age.

The bus rumbles along a bumpy road and Jason’s eyes open again, he looks over at the girl he’s holding hands with. The girl was cute, but he doesn’t know who she is or what he’s doing there. Outside, desert rolls by under a bright blue sky. Jason is pretty sure that he doesn’t live in the desert. He tries to think back . . . the last thing he remembers . . .

The girl squeezes his hand. “Jason, you okay?”

She is wearing faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair is cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wears no makeup like she is trying not to draw attention to herself, but it doesn’t work. She is seriously pretty. Her eyes seem to change color like a kaleidoscope - brown, blue, and green.

Jason lets go of her hand. “Um, I don’t -”

In the front of the bus, a teacher shouts, “All right, cupcakes, listen up!” The guy is obviously a coach. His baseball cap is pulled low over his hair, so the students can just see his beady eyes. He has a wispy goatee and a sour face, as if he’d just eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest push against a bright orange polo shirt; his nylon workout pants and Nikes are spotless white. A whistle hangs from his neck, and a megaphone is clipped to his belt. He would’ve looked pretty scary if he hadn’t been five feet zero. When he stands up in the aisle, one of the students calls, “Stand up, Coach Hedge!”

“I heard that!” the coach scans the bus for the offender. Then his eyes fix on Jason, and then the girl sitting right in front of him.

A jolt goes down Jason’s spine. He is sure that the coach knows he shouldn’t be there. He was going to call Jason out, demanding to know what he's doing on the bus - and Jason would have no clue what to say.

But Coach Hedge looks away and clears his throat. “We’ll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don’t lose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes causes any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way.” He picks up a baseball bat and makes like he is hitting a homerun.

Jason looks at the girl next to him. “Can he talk to us like that?”

She shrugs. “Always does. This is the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals’.” She says it like it is a joke they’d shared before.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason says. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

The girl in the seat in front of him turns to meet his gaze. Jason starts slightly at the girl’s features, sea-green eyes, close cropped (H/c) hair, and scars littering her face.

“Same,” she meets Jason’s gaze with the same unsteady look he figured was gleaming in his own eyes.

The boy beside the green eyed girl turns and laughs. “Yeah, right, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. (Y/n) didn’t flood four school bathrooms.”

The (H/c) haired girl’s, (Y/n), Jason supposes, eyes widen significantly.

Piper blushes. “I didn’t steal that car, Leo!”

“Oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You talked the dealer into lending it to you?” he raises his eyes at Jason like, Can you believe her?

Leo looks like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told people right away that this guy shouldn’t be trusted with matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving - drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either Leo is naturally hyper or he is hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

“Anyway,” Leo tells Jason, “I hope you’ve got your worksheet, ’cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?”

“I don’t know you,” Jason says, meeting a wary (Y/n)’s eye.

Leo gives him a crocodile grin. “Sure. I’m not your best friend. I’m his evil clone.”

“Leo Valdez!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “Problem back there?”

Leo winks at Jason. “Watch this.” He turns to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

Coach Hedge grunts like he is pleased to have an excuse. He unclips the megaphone from his belt and continues giving directions, but his voice comes out like Darth Vader’s. The kids crack up. The coach tries again, but this time the megaphone blares: “The cow says moo!” The kids howl, and the coach slams down the megaphone. “Valdez!”

Piper stifles a laugh. “My god, Leo. How did you do that?”

Leo slips a tiny Phillips head screwdriver from his sleeve. “I’m a special boy.”

“Guys, seriously,” (Y/n)’s eyebrows are furrowed with confusion. “What am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper knits her eyebrows as Jason nods. “Are you two kidding?”

“No! I have -”

“No! I have no idea -”

“Aw, yeah, he’s joking,” Leo says. “He’s trying to get me back for that shaving cream on the Jell-O thing, aren’t you?”

Jason stares at him blankly. “No, I think he’s serious.”

Piper tries to take his hand again, but he pulls it away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t - I can’t -”

“That’s it!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “The back row has just volunteered to clean up after lunch!”

The rest of the kids cheer.

“There’s a shocker,” Leo mutters. But Piper kept her eyes between (Y/n) and Jason, like she can’t decide whether to be hurt or worried. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don’t know who we are?”

Jason shrugged helplessly. “It’s worse than that. I don’t know who I am.”

(Y/n) lets out a grunt of agreement.

. . .

The bus drops the students off in front of a big red stucco complex like a museum, just sitting in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe that’s what it is, Jason thinks, the National Museum of Nowhere.

A cold wind blows across the desert.

(Y/n) hadn’t paid much attention to what she is wearing, but she’s glad for how warm it is: black jeans and sneakers, a tattered orange t-shirt, and a black bomber jacket.

“So, a crash course for the amnesiacs,” Leo says, in a helpful tone that makes Jason think this is not going to be helpful. “We go to the ‘Wilderness School’”- Leo makes air quotes with his fingers. “Which means we’re ‘bad kids.’ Your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble, so they shipped you off to this lovely prison - sorry, ‘boarding school’ - in Armpit, Nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! And for a special treat we go on ‘educational’ field trips with Coach Hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat. Is it all coming back to you now?”

“No.” Jason glances apprehensively at the other kids: maybe twenty guys, about a dozen girls. None of them look like hardened criminals, but he wonders what they’d all done to get sentenced to a school for delinquents, and he wonders why he belongs with them.

Leo rolls his eyes. “You’re really gonna play this out, huh?” he questions. “Okay, so the three of us started here this semester.” He looks over at (Y/n). “You’ve been here forever, you were like, twelve, when you arrived.”

(Y/n) blinks confusedly. That doesn’t feel right, she thinks.

“We’re totally tight,” Leo continues. “You do everything I say and give me your dessert and do my chores -”

“Leo!” Piper snaps, seeing the devastatingly confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Fine. Ignore that last part. But we are friends. Well, Piper’s a little more than Jason’s friend, the last few weeks -”

“Leo, stop it!” Piper and Jason’s face goes red. Jason thinks that he’d remember that he’d been going out with a girl like Piper. “They’ve got amnesia or something,” Piper goes on. “We’ve got to tell somebody.”

Leo scoffs. “Who, Coach Hedge? He’d try to fix them by whacking them upside the heads.”

The coach is at the front of the group, barking orders and blowing his whistle to keep the kids in line’ but every so often, he’d look at both Jason and (Y/n) and scowl.

“Leo, Jason and (Y/n) need help,” Piper insists. “They’ve got concussions or -”

“Yo, Piper,” One of the other guys drop back to join them as the group is heading into the museum. The new guy wedges himself between Jason and Piper and knocks Leo down. “Don’t talk to these bottom-feeders. You’re my partner, remember?”

The new guy has dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should’ve come with a warning label: Do not stare directly at teeth. Permanent blindness may occur. He is wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans and boots, and he smiles like he was God’s gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hates him instantly.

“Go away, Dylan,” Piper grumbles. “I didn't ask to work with you.”

“Ah, that’s no way to be. This is your lucky day!” Dylan hooks his arm through hers and drags her through the museum entrance. Piper shoots one last look over her shoulder like, 911.

A girl wearing jeans and a pink top and enough makeup for a Halloween party stalks over to (Y/n).

“Come on, cutie,” the girl places a hand on (Y/n)’s bicep. “You’re my partner.” The girl, Isabel, pulls (Y/n) by the arm.

. . .

The students walk through the building, stopping here and there for Coach Hedge to lecture them with his megaphone, which alternatively makes him sound like a Sith Lord or blares out random comments like, “The pig says oink.”

Leo keeps pulling out nuts, bolts, and pipe cleaners from the pockets of his army jacket and putting them together, like he has to keep his hands busy at all times.

Jason is too distracted to pay much attention to the exhibits, but they are about the Grand Canyon and the Hualapai tribe, which own the museum.

Some girls keep looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering, one of which happened to be (Y/n)’s partner, Isabel. All the girls were wearing matching jeans and pink tops; Jason presumes that they are the popular clique.

One of them says, “Hey, Piper, does your tribe run this place? Do you get in free if you do a rain dance?”

The other girls laugh; even Piper’s partner Dylan suppresses a smile. (Y/n)’s jaw tightens angrily.

Piper’s snowboarding jacket sleeves hid her hands, but (Y/n) gets the feeling that the brunette is clenching her fists. “My dad’s Cherokee,” Piper says. “Not Hualapai. ‘Course, you’d need a few brain cells to know the difference, Isabel.”

Isabel widens her eyes in mock surprise, turning to (Y/n) and grasping her bicep again. “You wouldn’t let her talk to me like that, would you, hun?” Isabel squeezes the muscle a few times, smirking to herself.

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow, ripping her arm from Isabel’s grasp. “I think Piper can talk to you however she likes.”

The group shuffles on, but the girls keep calling out little comments to Piper.

“Good to be back on the rez?” one of them asks in a sweet voice.

“Dad’s probably too drunk to work,” another says with fake sympathy. “That’s why she turned klepto.”

Piper ignores them, but (Y/n) is ready to punch them herself. She may not remember Piper, or even who she is, but (Y/n) knows she hates mean kids.

. . .

They reach the far end of the exhibit hall, where some big glass doors lead out to a terrace.

“All right, cupcakes,” Coach Hedge announces. “You are about to see the Grand Canyon. Try not to break it. The skywalk can hold the weight of seventy jump jets, so you featherweights should be safe out there. If possible, try to avoid pushing each other over the edge, as that would cause me extra paperwork.”

The coach opens the doors and all the students step outside. The Grand Canyon spreads before them, live and in person. Extending over the edge is a horseshoe-shaped walkway made of glass, so they could see right through it.

Jason has to agree. Despite his amnesia, and his feeling that he doesn’t belong here, he can’t help being impressed.

The canyon is bigger and wider than anyone could appreciate from a picture. The students are so high up that birds circle below their feet. Five hundred feet below, a river snakes along the canyon floor. Banks of storm clouds had moved overhead while they’d been inside, casting shadows like angry faces across the cliffs. As far as Jason can see in any direction, red and gray ravines cut through the desert like some crazy god had taken a knife to it.

Jason gets a piercing pain behind his eyes. Crazy gods . . .Where had he come up with that idea? He feels like he’d gotten close to something important - something he should know about. He also gets the unmistakable feeling that he is in danger.

“You all right?” Leo questions. “You’re not going to throw up over the side, are you? ’Cause I should’ve brought my camera.”

Jason grabs the railing. He is shivering and sweaty, but it has nothing to do with heights. He blinks, and the pain behind his eyes subsides. “I’m fine,” he manages. “Just a headache.”

Thunder rumbles overhead; a cold wind almost knocks Jason sideways.

“This can’t be safe.” Leo squints at the clouds. “Storm’s right over us, but it’s clear all the way around. Weird, huh?”

“All right, cupcakes!” Coach Hedge yells. He frowns at the storm like it bothers him too. “We may have to cut this short, so get to work! Remember, complete sentences!”

The storm rumbles and (Y/n)’s head begins to hurt. Not knowing why she does it, she reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a ballpoint pen. The cap is blue, and τσουνάμι is engraved on the side in blue writing. (Y/n) doesn’t even take a minute to translate the Greek - Tsunami.

(Y/n)’s gaze follows Jason as he walks across the skywalk. (Y/n) shoves the pen back into her pocket and shoves the worksheet at Isabel, before jogging over to Coach Hedge and Jason, who’d just arrived next to the coach.

“Did you do this?” the coach asks them.

Jason takes a step back. “Do what?”

(Y/n) thinks it sounds as though the coach thought that they had created the thunderstorm.

Coach Hedge glares at them, his beady little eyes glinting under the brim of his cap. “Don’t you two play games with me. What are you two doing here, and why are you messing up my job?”

(Y/n) and Jason exchange glances. “You mean . . . you don’t know us?” Jason asks. “We’re not your students?”

Hedge snorts. “Never seen either of you before today?”

(Y/n) is so relieved she almost wants to cry. At least she isn’t going insane - she wasn’t supposed to be here. “Look, sir. I don’t know how we got here. We both woke up on the bus. All I know is I’m not supposed to be here.”

Jason grunts in agreement.

“Got that right,” Hedge’s gruff voice drops to a murmur, like she is sharing a secret. “One ‘uh you two’ve got a powerful way with the Mist, if you can make all these people think they know you two; but you can’t fool me. I’ve been smelling monster for days now. I knew we had an infiltrator, neither of you smell like a monster. You smell like half-bloods. So - who are you, and where’d you two come from?”

Most of what the coach says doesn’t make sense, but (Y/n) decides to answer honestly. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t have any memories. Y-you’ve got to help me.”

Coach Hedge studies (Y/n)’s face as if he’s trying to read her thoughts; then he studies Jason.

“Great,” Hedge mutters. “You’re being truthful.”

“Of course we are!” Jason replies. “And what was all that about monsters and half-bloods? Are those code words, or something?”

Hedge narrows his eyes. Part of Jason wonders if the guy is just nuts, but the other part knows better.

“Look,” Hedge says, “I don’t know who you are. I just know what you are, and it means trouble. Now I have to protect four of you rather than two. Are you the special package? Is that it?”

“What’re you talking about?” Jason and (Y/n) ask in unison.

Hedge looks over the storm. The clouds are getting thicker and darker, hovering right over the skywalk.

“This morning,” Hedge says, “I got a message from camp. They said an extraction team is on the way. They’re coming to pick up a special package, but they wouldn’t give me details. I thought to myself, Fine. The two I’m watching are pretty powerful, older than most. I know they’re being stalked. I can smell a monster in the group. I figure that’s why the camp is suddenly frantic to pick them up. But then you two pop up out of nowhere. So, are you two the special package?”

The pain behind (Y/n)’s eyes gets worse than ever. Half-bloods. Camp. Monsters. She doesn’t know what Hedge is talking about, but the words give her a massive brain freeze - like her mind is trying to access information that should’ve been there, but isn’t.

(Y/n) stumbles, and Coach Hedge catches her. For a short guy, the coach has hands like steel, (Y/n) thinks. “Whoa, there, cupcake. You say you got no memories, huh? Fine. I’ll just have to watch you guys, too, until the team gets here. We’ll let the director figure things out.”

“What director?” Jason asks. “What camp?”

“Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully nothing happens before -”

Lightning crackles overhead. The wind picks up with a vengeance. Worksheets fly into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shutters. Kids scream, stumbling and grabbing the rails.

“I had to stay something,” Hedge grumbles. He bellows into his megaphone, “Everyone inside! The cow says moo! Off the skywalk!”

“I thought you said this thing was stable!” Jason shouts over the wind.

“Under normal circumstances,” Hedge agrees, “which these aren’t. Come on.”

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[livsgovan69]

Do you want a baby

Notes: Chris and you try for a baby after seeing your friends baby. 

Timeline: IDK 

Warnings: Smut with family fluff

It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go). Chris left the party city with a 

“Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed. As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag. Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long. 

“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs. 

“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel. 

“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body. 

“Please come in.”  Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. 

“Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?” 

“No, not yet.” 

“Perfect.” We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child. That’s what I liked about him. The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. 

“Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands. Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles. Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled. It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own. 

“Chris! Diana !” I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.” I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other. After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone. 

“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back. I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. 

“Sooooo.” She laughs.

“You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!” 

“What do you mean?” I laughed. 

“You’re not pregnant.” My eyes flung wide. 

“No— oh god, do I look pregnant?” 

“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.

“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence. 

“Healthy.” I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before? Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. 

“I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.” 

“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. 

“But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.” She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. 

“Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray. A grin grew on my face. She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. 

“Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.” I pushed her shoulder and she laughed. I smiled.  

“We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider. 

“then he went down on me like five times.” She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again. 

“Then it was just the best sex of my life.” 

“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.” 

“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.” 

She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret. 

“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. 

“Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.” 

“You’re kidding.” She shook her head. 

“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head. 

“Well, I’m not.” There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick. She knew better than me, her face showed it. 

“Have you talked to him about kids?” 

“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.” She nodded. She poked my side and set her wine aside. 

“You should tell him.” “What exactly?” She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. 

“That you want one now.” Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?… I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now. 

“Ok.” I tell her. It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum. I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief. Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road. 

“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.” 

“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.” Confusion fled his face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up. 

“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. 

“Something’s on your mind, talk to me.” 

“…Over some wine and cereal?” He rolled his eyes but smiled. 

“As long as you talk to me!” 

“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek. Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine. I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top. Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more. 

“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him. He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest. 

“Look at me, baby.” I opened my eyes. 

“Tell me.” 

“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me. I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes. Please, it’s just me, they said. 

“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled. 

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked. I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless. He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it. 

“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— 

“you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. 

“to get you pregnant—“ again. 

“to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again. I was smiling like an idiot now. 

“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips. Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one. His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things. He knows, though. He always knows. His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last. He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned. 

“Chris!” I grabbed his arm.

“Fuck.” He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me. 

“How much do you want this?” He asked. 

“So much.” He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath. 

“How much?” 

“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in. 

“Yeah?” I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head. 

“I’ll give it to you, Diana . I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.” He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted. I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted. He pulled out of me, wearily. His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me. 

“What are you-“ 

“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off. 

“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was. He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee. He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was. 

“What?” I asked.

 “I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. 

“I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.” 

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?” 

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me. The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work. And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.

#chris evans #smut #baby making

[baambastic]

I'm doing @broosepayne's poll tag game.

Rules: Make a 24-hr poll with the names of your WIPs and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for each vote it gets.

Check under the Keep Reading for summaries.

Chris Kent, Kathy Branden, Maya Ducard, & SuperFamily Members - The World Didn’t Stand Still

Kathy Branden decides to use her shop’s teleporter to peer in on the Phantom Zone. She comes back with Chris Kent in tow. But this isn't the Earth Chris knows, and the Phantom Zone wants him back.

Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, & Damian Wayne - The Cola Caper

The United States government has placed an embargo on the island of Santa Prisca, along with a recall of all recent Santa Priscan commercial imports. Tim and Dick are more concerned that the embargo means no more Zesti Cola for them. They decide they have no choice but to infiltrate Santa Prisca and the headquarters of the Zesti Cola Company to acquire the Zesti Cola secret recipe.

Original Male Character, Garfield Lynns, Selina Kyle, Victor Fries, Stephanie Brown, & Tim Drake - Fly High, Little Firefly

Fusing The Batman (2004) with the main continuity. Back during Dick’s days as Robin, Garfield Lynns, AKA Firefly, worked with Dr. Jane Blazedale, a partnership that ended with Lynns becoming Phosphorus and being remanded to Arkham Asylum. To the knowledge of neither Lynns nor the Bat, however, the partnership between Lynns and Dr. Blazedale also resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. Dr. Blazedale named the boy Benjamin, Benji for short. Following a revelation about his father's identity, Benji decides to sneak into one of Lynns's old hideouts and steals the Firefly equipment.

Tim Drake, Young Just Us, Caitlin Snow, & Batfamily Members - Snowfall

Tim is investigating a case involving Mr. Freeze and a dangerous ice machine powered by a Self-Sustaining Thermodynamic Ultraconductor Engine. During the fight, however, Tim gets knocked into the STU engine, taking out the coolant system and causing the whole thing to explode. In the aftermath, Tim discovers that he has become a heat vampire, much like Caitlin Snow, AKA Frost.

Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Kathy Branden, & Maya Ducard - Young Titans: Beginnings

Damian Wayne, AKA Robin, was well aware that each of his older brothers has had a super hero team to call their own. Richard led the Teen Titans and later the Titans. Todd led the Outlaws. Even Drake led Young Justice, as laughably immature as that team was. Damian, though, has yet to lead a team of his own. He decides to change that. Enlisting the aid of his friend Jon Kent, AKA Superboy, Damian sets out to form his own team of superheroes: the Young Titans!

Jason Todd & Damian Wayne - Gotham's New Dynamic Duo!

Talia al Ghul sends Jason Todd away from the League of Assassins with a Damian Wayne in tow. When they get to Gotham, however, Damian stays with Jason instead of meeting Bruce. Damian eventually starts fighting at Jason's side as a vigilante.

Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Damian al Ghul, Alfred Pennyworth, Ravi, Ra's al Ghul, and Ace the Bat-Hound - Flight of the Demon's Daughter

Jason Todd stays dead, and Tim Drake doesn't become Robin, so Talia al Ghul is forced to take matters into her own hands, even if it means betraying her father. She brings her son along for the ride.

Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Billy Batson, Anita Fite, & Others - The Echoes of Our Unjust Deaths

Tim Drake, Jason Todd, and Billy Batson keep having nightmares about their own deaths. Only, the nightmares feel so real that they can actually feel the pain. Billy realizes that the source of the nightmares is magical in nature, and so the three of them, along with Anita Fite AKA Empress, work together to get to the bottom of it and stop whoever's doing this to them.

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The Batkids have a race through Gotham City.

Billy Batson & Dick Grayson - Batson and the Bat’s Son

Dick Grayson has tracked a labor trafficking ring from Blüdhaven to Fawcett City. Witnessing some of the ring's thugs kidnapping a kid off the street, Nightwing follows them back to their base of operations. He busts the trafficking ring and frees all of the kidnapped persons, including that night's victim, Billy Batson. With Billy unconscious, though, Nightwing turns him over to Child Welfare Services. On a gut feeling, he asks Oracle to see what she can find on the kid. After discovering Billy's homelessness and looking into his history with foster care, though, Dick decides to foster him. Billy allows it (for now) only because he knows Dick is Nightwing, and so Billy trusts him. Dick, for his part, slowly realizes that Billy reminds him way too much of himself when Bruce took him in. And Dick doesn’t even have an Alfred to help. Oh no.

Selina Kyle, Billy Batson, & Tim Drake - Stray Tiger Cub

When Selina Kyle finds a kid passed out in an alley, skin and throat laced with Lichtenberg scars… well, she’s always had a fondness for strays. Told from Selina’s perspective. Something has gone wrong with the Rock, turning the magic lightning against Billy’s body. It leaves him powerless and without a voice.

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JLI era, Billy Batson is taken on by Doctor Fate as an apprentice alongside Khalid Nassour.

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[lilblueprint]

Mastermind

Saw a wide smirk on your face 

You knew the entire time

You knew that I’m a mastermind

You admit some truths in the light of morning sun. Jason approves. Or, you both get what you want.

Been a while, guys. Hope you all enjoy your holidays and Merry Christmas <3

Jason tossed and turned under the sheets that were smothering his body, eventually throwing them off before crawling back when the cold bit at him. 

It was the worst night to fall asleep—two days from Christmas and all he had were the stifling bedcovers and a persistent migraine. No body warming the bed next to him, no delicate breath against his skin. 

No you. 

You must have received some sort of sign from the cosmos, however, because a few minutes later, his phone lit up on the nightstand. 

A gleam entered his eyes as the screen reflected off his half-lidded gaze, growing brighter as he picked up on your caller ID. 

“‘Ello?”

He winced at the crackle that popped through his throat, holding the phone away as he coughed. 

“Hey, Jay.”

You sounded like you were smiling—god, he hoped you were smiling. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How’s the old crime rate doing uptown?”

“Uptown? Very funny, Mr. Todd—“

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, trying to ignore the grin breaking out on his face. 

“—Todd-Wayne, heir to a cut of the greatest fortune in all of America and possibly, the world.”

Oh, you were so in for it when you got home. 

“Tease,” he accused as he settled against the newly refurbished headboard. “You’ll pay for that later, doll.”

“I’m sure I will,” you replied serenely. “Lucky for me, Timmy’s going to be the one picking me up tomorrow.”

“What? I didn’t know that.” He frowned slightly. “Isn’t the Timbourine too busy taking care of business?”

Your no was positively gleeful. 

“He said, in his own words, that you and Dickie would steal me away the second we got to the gala and that he was taking advantage of the time allotted.” 

His groan echoed through the phone, and even he could hear the crooked smile in his voice. 

“All right then, doll. Say hi to Uncle Clark for me. And I guess I’ll have to catch you at the bar tomorrow night then,” he sighed, and he made sure to stretch it out as languidly as possible. If only to get your heart to twist for him—just a bit. 

“You’ll see me,” you whispered sweetly. Jason heard the soft chirrup of your kiss before you hung up. He chuckled—how cute was that, Mrs. Todd?

-

The next day, he got two texts from Tim. 

Stole Timmy’s phone. Over at his place for the day, I’ll see you at the bar?

Sorry abt that idk why your wife keeps forgetting she has her own phone. See u later were out for shoes

Grinning, he texted them back on their respective accounts. 

-

The roar of his motorcycle died as he parked it at the side of Wayne Manor’s garage, duffel bag swinging from his arm as he checked his watch. Nine o’ clock, he had just enough time to switch out his cargo pants for his trousers. He could already hear the rumble of the crowd as he passed a few windows. 

Slipping in through a side door, he made it to a bathroom and removed his boots before entering. Alfred would have his hide if he cracked the tile and Jason knew better. 

A few minutes later, he left the bathroom with a conspicuously lumpy bag, his uniform boots considerably larger than his loafers. He tossed the bag in his old room before making his way to the gala hall. 

Second dinner was in full swing as waiters paraded along the tables with trays of food. Jason only peeked in before deciding that whatever he could whip up in the kitchen would be infinitely more filling than the first class morsels being served. 

Luckily, he met Alfred by the door. 

“Master Jason, Merry Christmas to you.”

“You too, Alf. So good to see you.” He wrapped his arms around the old butler, and his grandfather let go of his strictly professional demeanour to return the hug. 

“Now, my dear boy, why aren’t you dining with the rest of our family in the hall?” Alfred asked when they parted. “Your wife asked after you.”

Jason offered a lopsided smile. 

“Well, I’m not giving up the time I get to spend with my old man.”

“I am touched, Jason. However, I’m certain your absence in the hall will concern Master Bruce and your wife. Shall I notify them that you are here, eating the recommended amount of Christmas dinner?”

He thought it over for a second, yes, you would wonder where he was, but that wasn’t with the intention of seeing him. 

Jason grinned. 

“No, I’ll take my time and notify them myself.”

-

He stifled a burp as he slid between the upper crust of Gotham, making slow work of navigating the crowd. A glimpse at the bar showed him you weren’t there, though you had been just moments ago. 

You’d waggled your fingers at him in a way of hello, then taken off as soon as you saw him pivot towards you. 

“Playing the long game tonight, aren’t we?” He muttered, grinning upon reaching your empty seat. 

He turned and instantly knocked into Tim. The two of them stared for a second, then took up seats at the bar. 

“Alcohol,” Tim told the bartender. Jason rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, he’s not drunk,” he informed the bartender. “Not yet, anyway.”

Their weary smile told Jason they understood perfectly. Soon, drinks were in their hands. 

“So what’s the deal with her running off?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, Timbers.”

“At least you’re not making fun of my shoes this time.”

“Nah, those aren’t fun-sized.”

-

Two hours later, Jason was back on your trail—he had a good idea of where you’d be at this time. He stole up a staircase, whistling Jingle Bells to himself. The relief of escaping dance partners who weren’t you put a spring in his step. He unlatched a window and shuffled out onto the manor roof. Sure enough, you were standing at the edge, facing him with your arms outstretched. 

“Took you long enough,” you called to him as he slipped down the snow-covered eaves toward you. 

“Look who’s talking.” He pouted. “You spend a week away on business and you tell me I’m late?”

“Actually, a bit early,” you corrected. “It’s not midnight yet.”

“You were going to wait up here ‘til Christmas?” He asked, catching you up in his arms. He tipped you toward the edge, basking in your whoop of surprised delight. He braced himself as you swung your foot at the snow-covered ledge, knocking off a clump of the powder with your heel.

“Okay, Jack, let me down,” you teased as he propped you up on his forearm like a child. 

“No, I like this view,” he replied, and got his hair pulled in return. Laughing, he set you down carefully on the ledge. 

“You are such a menace.” You leaned forward to touch your forehead to his.

“And your menace hopes you missed him,” he replied without missing a beat.

After years of knowing him, even after marrying him, you still blush. 

“I did,” you admitted, a rare shyness creeping into your eyes.

He smiled.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he murmured against your crown, pressing his lips to your hair. 

Merry Christmas, Jay.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fic #merry christmas

[youmakemyhearthowl]

Punk Princess

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Eddie’s not even giving a single flying fuck about the looks he got at school today, Jason Carvers sneers in his direction going completely ignored.

Steve had given him permission to call him Princess again, and he was fucking flying above it all. 

When Steve had been offering that- that permission to use it, Eddie wasn’t sure exactly if he’d earned it or not, but who was he to tell Steve no? And Steve had seemed so blissfully happy at Eddie's entire display, and Eddie was pretty sure, if he didn’t get to take that beautiful, beautiful  man on a date soon, he’d probably just lock himself in his room and wither away to nothing. He was actually giddy to go to Steve’s game today. Which in itself was a wild feeling to have, to be excited to go to a basketball game, but he’d called Wayne between classes on the payphone and told him about it and Wayne was going to be coming too, and Eddie was so full of blissful happiness at how lucky he was. To have Steve in his life, to have an uncle like Wayne who supported him no matter who he was or who he loved.

Eddie had so many good things, and he was determined to not take them for granted ever again. 

“I’m gonna ask him tonight.” Eddie chirped in Gareth's ear as he climbed into the back of the van to join him, Jeff and Mack.

“Finally!” Three voices rang out, bouncing around the metal of the van and assaulting his ears.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that by the way.” Mack mumbles around the joint in his mouth, gesturing to Eddie’s skirt. 

“I’m so fucking glad I did, Steve’s been practically a drooling mess all day and can’t keep his hands to himself.” Eddie knows he’s got his goofy grin on, not even bothering to hide it as he lights his own joint and settles in with the guys. “During free period his hand stayed on my thigh under the skirt the entire time and I thought I was gonna bust it like a preteen, right there in front of everyone. Fuck.” Jeff groans, throwing an empty can of coke at Eddie’s head.

“We were all there Eddie, and frankly you guys are gross. But in like a cute, gross way. I hate it. Are you going to get worse when you officially get together?” Jeff feigns displeasure as he glances up at Eddie from the thread in the carpet he’d been playing with. 

“I don’t even know, man. They practically hang all over each other as it is, I’m really hoping it can’t get grosser.” Mack pipes up, leaning his head on Gareth's shoulder as he watches Eddie roll another joint. 

“Hey Freak!” Jason Carver's voice comes booming from outside of the van, and Eddie groans, thumping his head back against the cool metal. 

“You better get out here Eddie. I know you got that outfit from Chrissy, and I’m willing to bet it wasn’t given to you willingly.” Jason’s voice sounds furious, the anger stabbing Eddie’s ears as he groans, throwing open the back doors and sliding out to stand in front of the other man.

“Carver man chill, Chrissy was perfectly aware that she was giving me her old uniform, I didn’t steal shit or do anything to your girlfriend.” Jason scoffs.

“You’ve been corrupting Chrissy for weeks now. Using whatever satan worshiping shit you’ve learned to weasel into her brain. She’s even been ditching me to sit with you freaks during free period. And Chrissy’s a good, nice girl, and I know for a fact that it’s all your influence.” Eddie has to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes at the drama behind Jason’s words. This guy’s as one dimensional as they get, it’s no wonder Chrissy is starting to see the light and pull away from him. 

“She was wearing a fucking Matalica shirt the other day, and I know it was yours, you’ve been fucking brain washing her into you sex slave or something” Eddie does roll his eyes this time, because yea the shirt had been his, but he’d given it to Robin last week, and she was the one who’d given it to Chrissy. 

“Sex slave? Seriously, Jason?” He lets the thought tumble out, checking the watch on his wrist and realizing that if he doesn’t stop whatever the hell this is soon he might end up being late for Steve’s game, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Maybe Chrissy’s just realized how lame you are and wanted to branch out, you ever considered that?” He tries to muster up that bored indifferent tone he’s heard Steve use before, and he feels pretty successful in his attempt.

In hindsight, He should have seen the punch coming, should have known Carver wasn’t the kind of guy who would listen when Eddie talked, he’d been looking for a fight with Eddie all year, and it seems he’s finally concocted one up in his head he thought was suitable. 

What he didn’t expect was the second punch to his face as a follow up from Andy. His hand coming up to cradle his nose after he heard more then felt the crack, blood pouring from it as he stumbled backwards into the bumper of the van. Gareth, Jeff and Mack scrambling from the back and grabbing onto Eddie pulling him upright and away from the angry jocks pacing in front of them.

“Jesus Jason, what the fuck is your deal man?”Jeff snaps, before suddenly Jason’s launching forward, and they all brace themselves for whoever he’s about to hit next, but instead are surprised when he actually ends up sprawled on the ground in front of them, Robin Buckley miming dusting  her hands together behind where he just stood. Steve’s standing next to her, with a- Jesus Christ is that a bat with nails embedded into it? He’s got it slung over his shoulder, like a baseball player ready to go up to bat, as he takes a step forward swinging it down and stopping the motion right in front of Jason’s face, a breaths hair away from the guy's nose.

God damn it, Eddie really needed to get his fucking priorities straight (ha!) and stop getting a boner every time Steve shows aggression at someone else.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing Carver?” Steve’s voice has taken on that low, indifferent tone again, and Eddie shivers. “You want me to have you benched for the game tonight?” He pulls the bat back, placing the nose of it on the ground and leaning his weight forward onto it, sizing Jason up with his eyes, and Eddies struck again with the realization that Steve’s dangerous .

“Fuck off, Harrington. You’re a freak too, coach would never listen to you anyways.” Steve hums leaning back up off the bat and kicking it slightly with the side of his foot so it swings back up and lands on his shoulder in one smooth motion. 

“That may be so, but you and I both know I’m the best player on that team, and I can permanently bench you, on or off the court. ” He’s pulled the bat across his shoulders, arms draped over it as he watches Andy help Jason to his feet. Jason scoffs, sparing one last glare in Eddie's direction before him and Andy make their way back towards the gymnasium. Steve’s entire demeanor softens as he hands the bat off to Robin and comes to stand by Eddie’s side. Cupping his face and tilting it a bit in each direction to look at his nose.

“Are you okay?” He says it softly, meant only for Eddie’s ears, and Eddie's vaguely aware of the rest of the guys chatting animatedly to Robin off to the side.

“I’m horny.” Eddie coughs, face heating as he tries to backtrack “I meant, I’m okay.” Steve pulls his free hand up to his face to hide his laugh, before using the hand still cradling Eddie's cheek to go up and brush the hair from his face. 

“Let’s go get you some Ice, I’m sure Gareth or one of the guys can drive you home.” He slides his hand down the back of Eddie’s neck, over his shoulder and down his arm until their fingers are intertwined, and Eddie can feel his blush travel down to his neck.

Steve was holding his hand . Fuck why does that have him so messed up?

“Wait, no no, Steve I’m not going home, you have your game.”

“Eddie, you’ve got a broken nose, I’m not gonna expect you to hang around and get a headache on top of that.” Eddie tightens his grip in Steve’s and yanks him to a stop.

“Steve, I’m not missing your game.” He lowers the cadence of his voice a bit when he says it, eyes locking onto Steve’s as he watches the words and tone sink in. “I’ve had a broken nose before, I’m fine. This is important. I’m not going home. And you’re going to go in there and get ready for the game while me and Red Bird go find some ice for my face.” He leaves no room for argument in the way he says it, the order clear in the words, and Steve’s eyes get glassy for a second before he’s focusing again and nodding slightly. 

“As long as you’re sure, Eds”

Eds, Jesus, what a reaction he’s having to that nickname, it’s not even anything special, but fuck the way Steve says it.

“I’m way beyond sure, Princess. Kick ass out there on the ball, gym floor, court place.” He pulls up their linked hands to place a kiss on Steve's inner wrist, a soft pink coating Steve’s face as he leans in and gently places a gentle responding kiss on the underside of Eddie’s jaw, his breath tickling the skin there with his quiet chuckle. Robin hands Steve something behind his back. And Eddie’s not sure he’s ever seen Steve timid before, but fuck does he want to see it again if it makes him look like that.

Steve reaches his hand out slowly, his vest grasped tightly between his fingers.

“It gets kinda warm in the gym, so I figured if you wanted to take off your jacket and wear this- it would complete the look.” His eyes trail up and down Eddie quickly before locking back onto Eddie’s face which has a massive grin splitting across it, causing him to wince at the pain it brings to his nose.

“My Princess, asking me to wear his punk letterman jacket” Eddie coo’s reaching out to grab it before hurriedly tossing his jacket in Gareth's general direction and sliding the denim over his shoulders. He takes a second to breathe in the full aroma of Steve that coats it, burying his nose into the collar, hearing Steve make a faint, fuck a faint whine in the back of his throat. Eddie smirks at him just as Robin comes over and shoos Steve off towards the locker rooms with a ‘ Don’t be late dumbass’ before turning and staring at Eddie.

“Fuck, I’m so in love with him.” Eddie whispers once Steve’s disappeared behind the door. Robin snorts.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” She laughs, linking their elbows and pulling Eddie towards the nurses office.

~

Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never seen uncle Wayne's face get as red as it goes when he sees what Eddie’s wearing, and Eddie can’t help but cackle at his embarrassment. His uncle may support him and know who he is through and through, but it's nice to see he can still cause that reaction.

“What in the hell are you wearing, Eddie?” Wayne’s voice is tired, and exasperated, pulling a large grin to Eddie’s face.

“Just showing support to my- to Stevie.” Wayne sighs, shaking his head.

“And what the hell happened to your face?”

“Just some basic bitch feeling like he needed to assert dominance. Don’t worry, Stevie took care of him” He shrugs, turning to face the basketball court as Gareth, Jeff and Mack clamber up the bleachers to join them. Eddie’s not really sure what he's watching or what’s going on in the game, but the massive smile that takes over Steve’s face when he sees them in the stands is more than worth it, his eyes growing wide when he sees Wayne next to Eddie. Eddie blows him a kiss, which has him stumbling slightly as he gets back into the game.

Robin was right though, Steve glows when he plays. He looks insanely soft doing it too, the jewelry that’s usually in his face taken out, and clean of makeup. He looks like the old King he used to be, if it wasn’t for the hair, and Eddie’s struck again with just how long he’s had a thing for Steve. He can see a scar running vertically near Steve’s eye that's usually covered with his makeup and Eddie wonders how he got it. 

And god don’t even get him started on those shorts.

Eddie and his section of the bleachers are the loudest area in the gym, aside from Robin's occasional shouts from over in the sea of band kids. His friends equally as lost on what the fuck is happening, but screaming their support for Steve regardless. They take their cues from Wayne, and Eddie can see a proud glint in his uncle's eyes as he looks at Steve, and Eddie feels his own pride bloom. 

Steve scores the winning basket, and Eddie and his family explode. You can see how much Steve loves the game just by how much he’s jumping around with the other players, laughing and cheering. 

Eddie is so soft for that man.

Afterwards, Eddie and the guys are jumping around with extra energy outside the school. The remnants of watching the game giving them the same excitement as after a campaign, and Eddie’s body feels like it touched a live wire. 

“Steve!” He’s shouting, nearly toppling over trying to get around Gareth as Steve makes it around the corner, freshly showered and Robin hanging off his side. 

“You were amazing.” He knows he’s got a big dopey smile on his face, matching the one Steve’s sporting, but he can’t even find it in himself to care as he throws his arms around him. Robin squeaking as soon as he gets close and narrowly missing an accidental hand to the face.

“Such a talented baby boy.” Eddie coo’s right in Steve’s ear, nuzzling into the junction between his chin and shoulder. Steve’s answering laugh is honest to god the most beautiful noise Eddie has ever heard, as Steve hugs him back, scooping him slightly and swinging him around. Eddie’s only partially aware of the ache in his nose when he pulls his head back and smiles up at a beaming Steve. 

“Oh Eddie, your nose I’m sorry.” Eddie’s laughing though shaking his head at Steve.

“All good, Princess.” He manages to get out before the rest of the guys and uncle Wayne join them. The guys loudly proclaim their pride in Steve. And Wayne offering a proud pat on his shoulder. Everything becomes a little loud and chaotic, Wayne asking them if they want to head to the diner to grab something to eat to celebrate, and Steve looks like he's floating.

Eddie feels like he’s the one that won the game tonight really, watching all of his favorite people interact and talk and laugh. He can’t seem to find the right time to ask Steve out, not really wanting to take away from a moment that is so obviously important to Steve, if the high energy and never fading smile are anything to go by, so he tables the thought.

He could ask tomorrow instead.

Fuck, Eddie’s heart was so full it could burst.

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[azol-otl]

Random Jason Hijinks I either wish would happen someday or find amusing to think about.

Rose and Jason break Eddie out of hell and steal his soul back from Neron. Jaime is dragged along by Rose because he and Eddie were “friends a few reboots ago”. Jason asked Roy who sent him Connor who is suffering™.

Pre-Red Hood Jason and Pre-Green Arrow Connor first meet up back when Jason was part of the All-Caste hunting a demon. It’s a one-shot adventure and the things you have to know are:  

a) this is before Jason’s growth spurt so he’s over a head shorter than Connor.

b) Connor isn’t a cape so excuse him for not understanding demons and fucking up hilariously a few times.

c) When Jason tries to kill the demon who is possessing the human, he and Connor fight about it. The fight ends when the demon explodes out of the person like the Pus of Man from Dark Souls 3.

d) Talia is the one who finds and picks up Jason from the adventure (Connor thinks she’s his mom and Jason just didn’t inherit the melanin) and is also the one who gives Connor contact information for Jason because she wants him to have some sort of friend.

e) They never actually learned the other’s name so anytime they’d hear about Red Hood or Green Arrow they literally don’t know it’s that guy they met as teenagers.

Jason decides to actually dust off his mystic training when Dick walks in and Jason gets hit with so many bad vibes he’s genuinely worried something is wrong with Dick.  

Jason: “Did they not fix the Brother Blood mind control thing fully? Did Raven miss something? Isn’t Dick friends with a million people? How have they all missed this????”

It ends with bringing Danny Chase back to life and the only person remotely happy about it is Jason and even that’s a stretch.

Rose, why are you part of the Wild Hunt?!!!

What do you mean Biz got taken by the fae?!

Roy, why is this werewolf saying he’s your husband?!

Eddie, why didn’t you tell me you were a prince of hell? What do you mean that one of Trigon’s sons is buried in Gotham?!!! No wait, you still haven’t told me how you’re a prince of hell!

Jason and Talia's road trip where Jason comes to the uncomfortable realization that he views Talia as a mother/aunt figure.

Bonus Artemis suffering Jason’s Mom Has it Going On.

Jason gets a new dog named Ellie and he loves her and Dog very much. What do you mean she’s a Blue Lantern!?

Ellie is short for Elpis and she’s absolutely Hope Corgi.

Roy finds out that he has a whole-ass checking account under one of his aliases that he never knew about. Turns out Jason created it for him years ago and Roy’s actually under W.E.  employed as an independent contractor and he’s been making 6 figures for years because Jason never bothered telling anyone that he still owns Wayne R&D.

Jason slowly but surely claims Park Row and the surrounding areas as his territory. It has the unforeseen consequence of magical folk moving into the neighborhood because Gotham is a nightmare to live in normally, Magic Gotham is even worse and the only people who can survive are big hitters like Blood, Zatanna, and Ivy or small fries like the kitchen witch near Leslie’s. Welcome to the big leagues, Jason.

Jason keeps getting mistaken for Jason Blood and it is annoying. One day some demon hunters threw something at Jason and did anyone know Jason used to be in heaven because he sure didn’t and these angel wings are a fucking nightmare.

Rose busts a gut laughing because she somehow became friends with the least demon-y demon Eddie and Jason as an angel.

Jason, Ivy, Sideways, and Impulse (Impulse voice: “Why am I even here?”) vs the Madness Wavelength in Arkham.

Jason kills Joker and finds out that he cannot. Not as in “He doesn’t die” or “There will be a new one” but a secret third option, “The universe literally resets the day every time he’s killed.” Instead of being a tragedy, it becomes a comedy as killing Joker slowly becomes Jason’s go-to when shit goes wrong/killing him is good stress relief. Stephanie discovers what happens because she’s had to write the same essay nine times once. Instead of being horrified they (and then Helena, Tim, Duke, etc.) make killing Joker a gag. The only ones not allowed to kill the Joker are Dick and Bruce because then the universe decides it’s the bad timeline instead of just resetting again.

Tim: *drops his latte on a hot guy and then embarrasses himself in public trying to apologize and becomes a meme.*

Tim: I guess I have to kill Joker now.

Jason and Kory remeeting and wow it’s really awkward that we only got close because of a universe meddler and then you dipped and never contacted me again even though I was a hundred percent serious that you were one of my first friends and are very important to me.

Oh no. Not the talking. Not communication! Kory take mercy on me and just drop me like a bad memory don’t have us open a dialogue where we reconcile all of the bullshit that happened to us and the fact that we did genuinely get close at very low points in our lives and be willing to try and be friends again!

Give! Kory! All! The! Friends! She doesn’t care if you think it’s a bad idea, it's her life!

Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club (GVTC) featuring Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, Helena, and Harper. They each get a turn as dm and every one of them brings in a different game.

Why is Damian’s friend (Colin) asking me for love advice? I’m a gay disaster ask anyone else please. ??? I guess I can try to help??? Who’s your crush?

It’s Lian and Jason regrets agreeing to help because Roy is going to murder him.

Countdown 2 Electric Boogaloo. Except for this time they were all shoved into the dimension separately and by separate events and there is no danger. It is just a multiversal road trip with the people who vexed you greatly but are slightly grown up now.

Bonus scene includes Jason’s gleeful face when he realizes he understands what all of those words Donna keeps muttering under her breath mean because Artemis was a bro and taught him Themysciran Greek.

#I didn't mean for all of them to sound like comedies but sometimes that just happens #People may hate on the all-caste for not being Jason enough or whatever #But have we ever stopped to think that Damian is related to an immortal cult and Duke is the son of an eldritch being #And Dick is related to an unrelated cult and just all the weird shit that happens in Gotham anyways? #Why can all these exist and Jason not also have mystic monk training he never uses #Listen I don't know much about Gotham's magic population but I'm pretty sure the place is awful to live in with the nine different curses #So having a dude that's basically a mage-killer claim a territory can only be a good thing for their safety #Plus I'm positive that magic folk would keep property values low because who would go looking for magic users in Park Row #Everyone was written terribly for rhato but Jason and Kory had the potential to be a really interesting relationship #Just this lack of judgement and ability to not have to shave down all of your sharp edges for one another #also I do really like the idea of them trying romance or sex and then deciding that they need friends more and then staying friends #Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club my beloved #Look Duke and Tim canonically play tabletop games and if dc would finally acknowledge that Stephanie and Jason are nerds they would too #I miss Colin and the idea of him and Jason being disaster siblings or disaster guardian-child is important to me #I don't know if it's canon but considering linguistic drift Themyscira should either have its own language or dialect #and Donna should use it to say mean things under her breath #Jason Todd #I am not tagging anyone else their tags deserve to be Bat-Free #oh boy do I love how I can't make indents in even in html. Sorry for the eyesore whoever reads this mess

[daughterofthereaper02]

Boyfriend

A/n: Sorry to anyone with a request waiting, this was too good not to write. This will have the full song of Boyfriend by Dove Cameron in it.

Pairing: Natasha Phoenix Trace x F! Reader 

You giggled as you sat on the counter, Natasha putting a face mask on your face. “This smells so good!” you told her, looking at the chocolate pudding face mask that you both just bought. She bit her lip, concentrating on applying it “Stop talking baby, I’m gunna mess it up” she pouted. You grew quiet and watched her as she applied the could face mask, hers already on. 

You were in one of her old big shirts and a little pair of sleep shorts, she was in the same thing but one of your shorts instead of a shirt. You looked into her dark brown eyes and remembered the day you both got together.

You sighed, swirling your drink in your glass as your boyfriend Jason went and tried to pick a fight with someone. You made up your mind that you were going to break up with him, you just didn't know how. For a while now you noticed yourself falling for Phoenix but you would never cheat even though you were 99% sure that Jason was cheating on you. You shared your struggles with Phoenix and didn’t know what she had planned for tonight.

You saw Hangman get up and whistle loudly, you raised a brow as he grinned and winked at you as the music started. Phoenix had the microphone. Nat stood up on a table “This goes out to my lovely best friend, Y/n L/n, I mean every word” she told you. Boyfriend by Dove Cameron started up and you laughed, remembering singing it with her on the way to work. 

I can't believe we're finally alone I can't believe I almost went home What are the chances? Everyone's dancing And he's not with you

She sang to you as she jumped off the table carefully. People all stared at her, knowing it was difficult to make such a declaration in front of so many people. She has always been the more confident and cocky out of you both even though you had a lot yourself.

The universe must have divined this What am I gonna do Not grab your wrist?

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit

She sang, growing more confident with every word as she sauntered over to you, she truly looked drop-dead gorgeous under the lights.

I could be a better boyfriend

I don't need to tell you twice All the ways he can't suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight

Your mind wandered to all the times she treated you better than he ever treated you. Your heart pounded in your chest, you swore she could hear it over the music by the way she smirked at you in that moment. Natasha always had an effect on you that no one else ever did. You couldn’t believe you have been blind for this long, to not see what was directly in front of you.

The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm Ladies first, baby, I insist

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit

She made her way through the crowd, shoving Jason slightly as he went to stop her. You covered your mouth as he fell on his ass and your other friends just tripped him again, making him get drinks spilt all over him by others in the crowd when he fell into them.

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could be a better boyfriend

I never would have left you alone Here on your own glued to your phone Never would have left you alone For someone else to take you home

She cupped your cheek once she reached you, looking deep into your y/e/c eyes, stroking your cheek gently as she sang and a deep blush formed on your face. You could feel the heat radiate off her body as you both stood so close.

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus you know my clothes would fit

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit

You stared at her and pulled her into a hug. Before anything else could happen, Jason came over and yanked you away. “You’re my girlfriend! How could you let her humiliate me this way!?” He yelled. You raised a brow, “That’s because I’m breaking up with you. I planned to before she did this, feel free to run off to the chick you were cheating on me with. I at least have the decency to break up with you before doing this” you smirked and pulled Natasha into a deep kiss. You never noticed him stomp away, lost in your own little world. 

Before you both left, she gave you her hoodie to wear, you happily put it on and loved the fact it smelt like her. From there a beautiful relationship bloomed,

“Baby, I’m done!” Natasha told you excitedly and looked very proud of herself. You took a picture of you both, grinning brightly, and posted it ‘Bet you all wish you had a girlfriend this sweet’. It was only going to your friends and you went with her to watch a movie. You happily braided her hair as you both watched a movie you’ve seen a hundred times. “Love you Tasha” you told her, leaning down as she turned her head to let you kiss her.

You both talked about work and mimicked the lines obnoxiously, standing up to act out the scenes together. You two were truly in love with each other. “I am so glad you proved you could be a better boyfriend,” you told her with a smile.

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[what-the-phoenix]

How I would change Piper Mclean

This is a slight carry on from this post where I posted what I would change about Jason Grace. These are some ideas on how I would change her character and certain scenes in the book because my girl wasn't done amazingly in the books. I have made one giant change to her character but I do explain why.

Her Godly Parent

So a large part of the original Percy Jackson series was the gods ignoring and not claiming their children, which was especially a problem for children of minor gods.

So much so that at the end of the series Percy made the gods swear an oath for all children to be claimed, which resulted in new cabins being built for the demigods of minor gods

And I felt that this was such an important theme that is missing from the heroes of olympus as the seven are all children of major gods, and little attention being brought to minor god demigods till the blood of olympus

So my way to address this is to change Piper's mother from Aphrodite to the minor goddess Peitho

Peitho is the personified spirit of persuasion, seduction and charming speech, this keeps to the core of her canon parenthood as Peitho is still associated with love as she is typically depicted as an important companion to Aphrodite.

Why Piper?

AND WHY NOT ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE 7?

So annabeth and percy are obviously set in stone

Jason and Hazel both have their counterpart sibling (Thaila and Nico respectively) and so need to be kept the same

A large part of Leo’s character is his backstory and fire powers so I wanted to keep him hephaestus 

So it was between Piper and Frank 

And I chose piper 

Piper has to face a lot of negativity in how people perceive or act around her from her dad's ignorance, people being cruel about her native american roots and Drews unacceptance, which is then reflected in her own self confidence.

So I thought why not add another layer and have her stress about how she is the only minor demigod and whether she can stand on equal footing or be as useful as the others

This can also be used to give some more detail to canon facts like why her charmspeak is that more powerful than that of an aphrodite counterpart.

Her Claiming

How I imagine her Claiming would go

So for the sake of my version imagine that the events at the grand canyon happened a day earlier, so the lost trio are at camp for two nights and not just one. 

The three arrive at camp, Leo gets claimed and the three split up

At the campfire that night Jason is revealed to be a son of Zeus (Jupiter) however Piper is not claimed in front of everyone which alarms Chiron and Annabeth as the gods promised and what if the problem with Olympus and it being closed off meant demigods won’t be claimed anymore.

Piper picks up on this and is a little bit worried herself however she is also annoyed as she is pretty sure she is being pranked as she keeps finding bits of twine in her hair

After the campfire Chiron tells her how Annabeth mentioned the car stealing and thinks she may have the gift of charm speaking and be a child of Aphrodite as it can be one of their powers, so for the night they place her there instead of Hermes.

She still does not get along with Drew, who claims she’s too much of a mess to be their half-sister.

Piper spends the next day with the Aphrodite cabin, and just doesn’t feel like she fits in with them at all unlike Leo who is getting on great with his siblings. 

And to make matters worse someone is still leaving twine all over her.

That campfire night Rachel gives her prophecy, (replace dove with twine), while everyone is trying to guess what twine represents Piper interrupts claiming the twine is her, she finally receives an actual claiming with a golden glowing twine over her head (Yes the twine was a sign from her mom).

Cue Chiron realising she is a daughter of Peitho

She still stays at Aphrodite cabin that night as there is no Peitho cabin, and Drew is even worse as she was right that Piper didn’t actually belong in the cabin, and found it fitting that  Piper's mum is not only a minor goddess but one of her mother Aphrodite's attendants.

When they attend breakfast there is a table for her, so she is forced to sit alone, until Leo brings out festus and they leave for camp.

Her Relationship with Jason

I stand with what I said in my previous post that i'd like to think that if Piper knew the memories were fake and that Jason is so amnesic that he wouldn't know his first name if he wasn't told(my retelling) that she would not pursue a relationship with him. 

The Lost Hero (other changes)

See the jason post linked at top for any Jason related changes 

There is still a lot of trauma from the battle of Olympus and still some divide in the camp between children of major and minor gods.

This is apparent in Drew who outright states minor god/goddess prejudice to Piper and how Silena died because of their cause.

Piper is obviously then curious about Silena but can’t find anything on her or ask anybody as it is a bit of a sore subject in the camp.

She manages to learn more about Silena and more about different kinds of love that Aphrodite and her mother represent thanks to Leo

Leo finds Beckendorf's journal in his secret bunk room when leo inherits his bunk and takes it with him to read and learn more about him on the quest

Once Leo finds out Piper wants to know more about Silena he lets piper read about her in the journals

When Piper returns she does not challenge Drew for counsellor (as she can’t she's a child of Peitho) but instead confronts her to be better and more like the Silena she read about and how she ran the cabin.

Between TLH and MoA

That 6 month period between books and how piper adapts to life at camp

The Aphrodite Cabin

So all of the quest goes pretty much the same with maybe some mentions of her mother

Aphrodite still meets her in her dream, and talks about how her mother was a great companion.

They get back to camp and Piper's cabin is not built and due to the hephaestus cabin working on the argo it is not completed until around three months into the six month gap. (This provides a bonding point with annabeth as piper has no idea on building design)

Piper stays in the aphrodite cabin during this time, now facing less hostility after confronting Drew about her attitude.

It is not immediate but over the months Drew opens up to Piper and becomes less snobbish in her ways as cabin counsellor, becoming more accepting and open to other campers.

Piper mainly follows the aphrodite cabin around for activities instead of trying to make her own schedule and assists drew in rounding up her half siblings

She becomes an honorary aphrodite camper and as she is a love goddesses daughter, Lacey and the others tell her about the ‘must make someone fall in love with you and then break their heart’ rule which she does not agree to and tells them so.

When she finally moves to her cabin she still sometimes sits with the Aphrodite cabin for food.

Camp Relationships

 Piper has her own banner for campfire nights which is situated around the other minor gods/goddesses demigods and when she is not sitting with Jason, Leo or cabin 8 she begins making friends with these campers.

This then continues when she moves into her cabin in the minor god area of the cabins. 

This area has more of a close knit bond due to many living together in the hermes cabin until they were recently claimed. Though they bond over their smaller number of people in cabins, but also how they are treated by some of the other campers.

Piper becomes good friends with Lou Ellen as she is interested in her magic and Lou Ellen in her charm speak.

This leads Piper to hang around with the Hecate cabin more and in turn learn more about the mist whilst she does.

MoA 

So this begins like the original book until we get to the senate meeting and she shuts up octavian.

And he is like “a Witch? Wait no charmspeak she is a spawn of venus” and starts ranting about how a child of venus could possibly be one of the seven. 

Piper then corrects him that she is a child of Peitho or Suada to the romans.

This then sets him off on another rant but instead saying that she is the child of a minor god BUT also how Suada is the roman goddess of Deception and Desire so how can the romans trust her and in turn the greeks.

HoH

The fight with Kione 

So instead of Khione sending Leo to ogygia she sends off Piper, (maybe because of charmspeak or past encounters?). Leaving Leo a rematch against khione of ice and fire.

So Piper lands in Ogygia and is very confused about where she is until she is confronted by calypso. 

Calypso lets her know that she won’t be able to leave as only heroes can on a raft and that she instead must be joining calypso for an eternal punishment on the island.

Piper does what she can trying to charmspeak a raft to appear but nothing happens 

Her and Calypso bond as the days (?) go on (Not gonna lie I have no idea how long leo was on ogygia).

At night Piper tells Calypso about the old stories of the stars that her dad and grandpa Tom told her while Calypso explains her curse and about all the heroes that have come over her sentence. 

Piper (like leo in the original version) is annoyed that percy forgot about calypso but is also confused at how calypso falls in love with all these people 

She explains that love is something you can’t control before questioning why piper hadn’t tried charmed her into getting off the island 

“ I don’t want to control your love” (lying facing each other on a beach under the stars piper realises she is definitely bisexual)

The raft appears the next morning.

And thus Piper follows the tradition of children of love. Of making someone fall in love with them just to break their heart

So yeah that is what I have at the moment, it's been in my head a while especially Piper going to ogygia and some I thought of while writing this.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #piper mclean #jason grace #jasper #tlt series #the lost trio #hoo #character analysis #i love making these AU's

[kasonkodd]

mother selina. yeah. ohhhhh she adores Bruces kids. Even the oldest ones!!!

with Dick it was a little… hm, tricky?? she never EVER wants to insert herself into these boys lives if they choose to not want her. dick hated it in the beginning. he had just lost his parents and was now put into this situation with his adopted father and his klepto girlfriend. she was sweet, yeah, but she wasn’t his mother. nobody was going to replace his mom. but.. then.. selina started coming around a lllot more.. she would make him.. hot coco on cold snowy mornings.. and watch movies the movies Bruce would never watch with him… and would take him back to school shopping… and would bring him soup and fuzzy socks when he got sick…. and FUCK man, she gave the best hugs and the warmest snuggles. OKAY! you got him, he adored his adopted mom. and he started calling her mom, even into adulthood. she stepped in without forcing herself onto him and that was exactly what he needed. she was there for him when no one in the manor was. bye crying.

as if that wasn’t angsty enough…. Ahem. Selina was there the moment Jason was taken in from the streets. she watched this skittish, curious boy turn into the snarkiest back talker. she watched him train to be robin and saw the excitement glisten in his eyes every-time he went out and kicked ass. she saw his quiet moments where he sat and did homework or read by the fireplace. they never really had a relationship, he acknowledged her presence and never turned down anything motherly that Selina would offer. he was stand offish with women and she knew that. so she never forced anything onto him and he appreciated that. but ooohh when Jason died. her heart shattered into pieces. he didn’t deserve what happened to him. we all know that. the manor always felt way too big after that. There wasn’t a kid around for aaawwhillee and she hated what happened to Bruce afterward. now when Jason came back and started to be cool with the family again?? THATS when they started their bond. theyll go out for lunch or grab coffee. he’ll rant about things and ask for help and she always happily listens. everyones sure jay is her second fav fs.

i’ve said this before ok…. but Tim is her favorite. its never outright said but the entire family kNOWS!!! She 100% spoils him, she’ll steal buy him clooothes, fooood, other silly things he needs or wannnts. its cute. before she moved in and married Bruce, she used to have Tim over for like girls nights and shit. they’d stay up and talk, gossip while mean girls plays in the background. they still do this after she moves in but its not as frequent. i also feel like tim hangs with harley and ivy. like they’ll all have girly nights and talk!! harley does timmys naaaillls while they giggle about random things. if tim is having an issue with his s/o, ivy will try to console him and give her best advice. selina will pipe in here and there. i love that hc specifically cus auntie harley n ivy own my heart.

Damian obviously has the biggest issue out of all of them. he cant stand another woman trying to squeeze her way into his life. he hates it. he respects her, of course. but he simply does not treat her like a mother. it breaks Selinas heart simply because she hasn’t done anything for him to outright hate her but she understands where hes coming from and always backs off. he opens up just a little later on but is still very.. side eye! they share a love for animals and like a few of the same movies. once, Selina took Dami out for boba ^_^ he actually loved it so much but never told anyone. i dont have a lot on her and damians relationship becauseeee i just feel like he really doesnt have much to do with her? they have their sweet moments but other than that, they don’t interact much.

im getting into Cass’s story so be prepared for some girl dad bruce hc’s soon

#dc comics #dc #dcmultiverse #dceu #batfam #dc universe #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #selina kyle #catmama #selina kyle is a good mom

[hellcheer-prompts]

Chrissy’s mom comes home from the nail salon with fresh gossip from Stacy’s mom

Stacy’s mom said that her daughter is going to the dance with Jason Carver.

These moms are totally living vicariously through their daughters, pretending they’re still in their own high school glory days.

So for laura cunningham some other bitch stealing her—I mean, her daughter’s—boyfriend and showing him off at the dance is unacceptable.

She demands that Chrissy get a date to the dance immediately. Someone more popular, hotter, and richer than Jason.

Chrissy has actually been really ok with the breakup and she isn’t in a hurry to find someone new, and she didn’t even want to go to the dance.

But if Laura is gonna make her go she’ll take a date just to piss her off. She’ll take the trailer trash freak who’s not popular or rich but he’s definitely hot.

X

#hellcheer prompts

[ggomomomo]

Pledge Myself to You

Cross posted in AO3 Inspired by Episode 2 of Spy x Family

Marinette leaned against the window of the shop, slightly bouncing on her heels as she checked her wristwatch again. It was fifteen minutes past their agreed meeting time. There was no sign of Tim. Not even a call or message. 

She sighed internally, pulling her coat closer. It happened so quickly—she found a single father in a boutique she frequented and they decided to fake date because of their circumstances. For him, it was for the sake of his child’s schooling. For her, it was because of her brother (and the inevitable need to protect her identity and continue her job). 

In hindsight, it was absurd. They barely even knew each other. But Marinette chose to trust him and went ahead and told everyone she’d be coming with her boyfriend. She had a creeping feeling that it was going to backfire on her. She did not like said feeling. 

“I hope he’s okay,” she whispered to no one in particular. “What if something happened to him?” 

She peered at both ends of the street and continued waiting.

---

“FUCK!” 

Explosions boomed throughout the entire warehouse, followed by an onslaught of gunshots. Red Robin scrambled to get the door, holding it open for Red Hood, who carried the stolen goods out. “Timmy, you dragged me into a death trap!” Hood barked out, pulling out his own guns. 

Red Robin jumped at one of his assailants. “No.” Kick. “Names.” Punch. “On.” Jab. “The.” Dodge. “Field.” Strike. “Jay!” 

Curse the agency’s shortage of spies. He just had to be dragged into another mission to steal back jewelry. On the same day he had to go to the promised party with Marinette!  He was lucky Jason agreed to go with him, or else the task would be a hundred times more inconvenient. 

He glued himself near the entrance, waiting for the goons to come out as Red Hood started the van. His jaw clenched. Thirty-eight of them inside . . . I have less than ten seconds to deal with each. As soon as they popped out, he began, tackling them one by one and picking up discarded weapons. He glared at the van where Jason was comfortably waiting, not even bothering to help him. 

When he finished, he made a mad dash towards the vehicle. 

“I’m so late,” he hissed, frantically removing his cowl. He took one of the suitcases to check if the contents were intact.

Meanwhile, Jason sped through the highway. “It’s your own fault for taking this job.” 

Tim held up a necklace to eye level. “It’s not my fault I’m the best one they have.” 

Jason clicked his tongue. “Show-off.” He madly swerved to the side. “I get a cut, right?” 

“Pick whatever you want.” Tim slammed the case shut after taking a nice diamond ring. “I get this one.” 

---

Marinette shivered. How long has it been? Forty-five minutes? An hour? 

“So this is what it feels like to be stood up,” she mumbled. 

She just had to suck it up and tell Adrien she was still a single, lonely office woman who definitely didn’t have a suspicious side job.  Her worry sprouted from the frequent arrests of the police. If she didn’t have a convincing fallback, she’d end up in trouble and make her brother fuss over her again. 

She walked languidly, wondering if she could skip out on the party instead. But if she did, her coworkers would just gossip about her more often. Plus, she had the gift prepared. Marinette heaved out a sigh, straightened her dress, and headed to the venue. 

Lila greeted her first when she arrived. “Marinette! You’re late!” 

“Sorry, I got held up.” Marinette grimaced and gave her the gift bag. 

“I thought you were bringing your boyfriend.” Alya raised an eyebrow. 

“Ah, um he had an emergency . . .” 

“That’s too bad! I wanted to meet him.” 

She settled on a chair in the corner as the girls whispered among themselves. They’re probably saying I made it all up. Her shoulders slumped. Which, technically, isn’t wrong. 

The party was warm and lively, but she was barely familiar with any of the people. She was a stranger amongst them, a functioning adult who couldn’t fit into the norms of society. She folded her hands neatly on her lap. 

“Hey, Mari!” Nino approached her, handing her a glass of punch. “I was hoping to meet your boyfriend tonight.” 

Marinette forced out a smile. “He got too busy tonight, sorry.” 

“Adrien’s been asking about you, you know,” he relayed. 

She fiddled with her thumbs. “Can—can you tell him I brought a nice guy?” 

“You can’t do that, Mari, you know how Adrien gets really concerned about you!” Alya stepped in. “I’ll make sure he personally gets the news. You can’t just lie to him, he’s your brother!” 

Marinette’s gaze lowered. Why do they have to involve themselves? 

Maybe . . . maybe if I killed everyone here I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. 

She blinked. No! Bad Marinette! 

Nino nervously steered Alya away. “We’ll get out of your hair, Mari. Thanks for coming!” 

Adrien would want me to live a ‘normal’ life. But I can’t let go of something I’ve known for years. Her hands clenched into fists. Maybe it’s better if I leave . . . I have nothing to do here anyway. 

She stood up abruptly. “Excuse me—” 

The door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Tim who had a bloodied head. Scratches littered his hands and face, along with some dirt marks. Marinette gasped as the guests gaped at him. 

Tim swayed a bit as he spoke. “Sorry I’m late! I’m Marinette’s husband, Tim Drake!” 

“Boyfriend, not husband,” Marinette corrected in a whisper. She took out a handkerchief to clean his face. 

“Oh god, I forgot about that,” Tim winced. 

“You okay, man?” A wide-eyed Nino walked over to them. 

“Yup, nothing to worry about!” Tim chirped. “It’s just a client who got a bit aggressive, that’s all. It’s pretty normal in my line of work.” He turned to Marinette. “Are you doing okay?”

Doing okay?! You should ask that to yourself! Marinette’s lips parted. 

“No way! You’re married?” Lila stared at both of them. “We never knew about that, Mari.” 

Marinette could see her livid face reddening and her teeth grinding together. Before she could explain, Lila struck again with her saccharine tone. “Does he know about your late night trips to hotels?” She sneered. “You giving ‘special massages’ to your clients?” 

Marinette bit her lip. Those were my targets! 

Something flashed in Tim’s eyes before he went back to his cheery demeanor. “Mari told me about that already! I think it's admirable.” 

“What?” Lila’s nostrils flared. 

“She worked hard to support her adoptive brother. It’s brave of her to step up after their parents died and she took care of both of them all by herself.” Tim beamed. “So I think it’s pretty amazing.” 

Marinette’s cheeks flushed. “We—we should get going, Tim. It’s pretty late.” 

---

Tim felt embarrassed to bring a creaky van to bring Marinette home but he had no choice. Luckily, she didn’t seem to mind and looked more relieved to get out of the stuffy party. 

“Sorry about the husband thing,” he blurted out. 

“It’s fine,” said Marinette. “Umm, you were still out of it.” 

At the side mirror, he caught a glimpse of a car racing after them. His eyes narrowed. Shit, did they follow us? A tracker in the jewelry? 

The car hit them in the back. “Mari, hold on, okay?” Tim turned the car, pressing hard on the gas pedal. 

“What—what was that?” Marinette turned to look at the back. 

“Uhhh, just those clients!” he laughed uneasily. “Looks like they’re not yet satisfied with the deal.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Is that okay?” 

“We’ll just have to give in to the chase.” 

He parked the van into a corner and they both hopped out to sneak into an alley. There can’t be a lot of them,  right? He took Marinette’s hand and led her into another street. God, I shouldn’t have let Jason leave early. 

He picked up a stray metal bar as they ran. Her hand’s really soft—no, it’s not the time to think about that! 

“Does this happen often?” she quizzed, keeping up with his pace. 

“Not that often,” he explained, “Er—you see, sometimes they do that as a test, like an extra criterion in the business deal.” He stopped and struck two of the men who cornered them, rendering them both unconscious. 

“It’s a special transaction of sorts.” They zipped into another path. “And it’s worked wonders in our projects.” 

“So that’s how it is,” she said thoughtfully. “That’s interesting.” 

Tim fought off another attacker. He pushed the body away but when he looked up, another was leaping towards him. He sidestepped to dodge, but Marinette got a clean kick on the guy, causing him to roll across the cement. 

Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I interrupted your transaction.” 

Tim smiled, feeling a tug of pride in his chest. “No worries. Thank you. Outside help is always welcomed.” 

He took her hand again and they fled the scene. That’s a handful of them. There better not be more. I need to think of a way to get rid of them all at once. Gunshots rang out this time. 

“Tim . . .” 

He looked back at her. 

“Do—do you want to get married for real?” 

He immediately stumbled, tensing at her words. Marinette rambled. “It’s—it’s just that we already told everyone, and we—we can at least make it official for the school interview and all. Also, I’m still worried about the cops coming after me. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay! I understand! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested it in the first place—” 

“Mari!” He cut her off, skidding to a stop and holding both her hands. “I’ll be happy to marry you.” 

She stopped. “Re–really?” 

He nodded. “I was planning to bring it up anyway . . .” 

He dug through his pocket. Fuck, where did the ring go?  

“Let’s go get our papers done later,” he offered. 

“Later?” 

“Better than to delay it, right?” 

Tim cursed, hearing voices yelling at them. While they ducked behind a wall for cover, he picked up a fallen grenade from one of the unconscious bodies and bit off its pin before tossing it towards the gunmen. 

“In sickness and in health . . .” Tim recited, hoping he’d get the vows right. 

The grenade flew up in the air. 

“. . . in sorrow and joy . . .” 

He slid the pin ring into her finger. 

“. . . No matter what kind of trouble we run into . . .” 

The blast rattled everything around them, sweeping a wind through their clothes and igniting a blast against the bleak night. But nevermind all of that. Tim was only lost in her eyes and pinkish cheeks. He could hear the pounding of his heart over the explosion. 

“. . . I pledge myself to you.” 

#maribat fanfic #maribat spy x family au #spy x family au #maribat fic #timari #timinette #tim drake x marinette dupain cheng #maribat marinette dupain cheng #ggomoz #mlb x dc #dc x mlb