#then Jason accidentally blocks him and can’t get it back

[loosepocketchange01]

#batfam #jason todd #batman #incorrect batboys quotes #batfamily #dick grayson #incorrect quotes #twitter #incorrect twitter #red hood #dcu #gotham #nightwing #hehatespeople #but people hate him too #kinda #it’s a love hate relationship #they do in fact become mutuals #for a week #then Jason accidentally blocks him and can’t get it back #sorry

[kennedybaby]

HAUNTING ~ JASON P. TODD. 18+

Summary: Maybe blocking Jason isn't such a great idea.

Contents: dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering in the alleyway, fucking in the alleyway hence risky sex slash teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism, rough sex, size difference, unhealthy relationship.

Pairing: Jason P. Todd X Female! Reader.

Word count: 2.6k

Author note: an anon implied that they want a part two of the drabble i made abt ex! jason. it is here... and it's valentine's day special. sorry for dropping bangers and leaving for another 2 months. will do it again. enjoy!

🖥️ MAIN MENU. PART ONE.

I know if I’m haunting you,

you must be haunting me.

You told yourself this was going to be the last time. The morning after Jason had left, you were already blocking his number and changing the lock to your front door the next day. Maybe it’s the post-nut clarity that helps you realized that maybe… maybe this things going on between you and him wasn’t exactly healthy. Maybe it’s a good idea to ignore the calls you’ve been getting from ‘unknown’ caller knowing full well it was him.

You think it’s a little cute when he went as far as to text you from Dick’s number.

He thinks you’re a brat.

Besides, who cares if what him and you had going on wasn’t healthy? You didn’t have to blocked him.

Whatever, what’s done is done. “He’s going to stop reaching out eventually.” you told yourself only to see him leaning against his bike, waiting for you in one of the alleyway you always passes after your night shift a week after blocking him. The red helmet slightly glints in the dark when the streetlight hits, “come here,” he murmurs, head tilts slightly to the side. There’s a battered bouquet of red roses in his hand, the veins on his forearm pokes out from how tight he gripped the bouquet to the point that the stems are crushed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, princess. Come get your flowers.” Jason adds, his other hand reached up to removed his helmet as he placed it on the seat of his bike.

”I don’t want to.” A small huff left your lips.

”Just do it, goddamnit [Y/N].”

Old habits die hard.

Your shoulders drops in defeat as you dragged your feet to him, you can’t help it. As much as you want to keep up the ‘I’ve-totally-moved-on’ acts, you just can’t. So here you are, not even five minutes in and Jason already had his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips naturally finding their way to yours the second you had your head slightly tilts up. “Blocked my number, huh? What, you think you’re so mature, huh?” He snorts, letting the bouquet falls from his hand to hold you tighter in his arms. “I didn’t block you…” You whined, standing on your tip toes to keep him quiet by smothering his lips with small pecks.

”Yeah right, that’s totally believable.” He scoffed in between the pecks you're giving him, his head tilts down to make it easier for you to reached in for more kisses. “Because my texts and calls totally got thru.” You can practically taste the sarcasm dripping from the way he talks to you. “I might have accidentally blocked you.” You pulled back slightly to watch as his face gradually sours. He stared back at you with an annoyed look, his brows furrowed before a low groan leaves his lips. “Face the wall.” He groaned, his fingers running thru his black locks before you reluctantly turn to face the wall, “We’re doing it right here?” You stuttered as you spared him a glance over your shoulder, your eyes quickly widened when he pressed himself against you. His bulge slightly rubs against your ass, his hands digs into your hips to keep you still. “Damn right we are.” He says, his breathing slightly staggered as he moves his hips slightly to get more friction against his clothed cock.

You leaned the back of your head, fingers latching onto his forearms as a support. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?” He speak with a gruff, there’s creases on his forehead as Jason looked back at him. “How many times are you going to do this, huh? Acting like I don’t exist and blocking my number the second we had sex. I’m gettin’ real sick of it, [Y/N].” His hand reached up to grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him  as he grinds himself against the curves of your ass. “Fucking brat.” He adds, his thumb gently brushing over your lips. “My fucking brat.”

“I don’t know,” you breathes, your lips instinctively parting as Jason slips his thumb into your mouth. “…until you’re bored of me?.” You muffled out your words, eyes slowly turning cloudy from the having his cock brushing up against you. He scoffed at your reasoning, rolling his eyes before he pressed his thumb down your tongue.

”As if.” He mumbled, leaning down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’re gonna block me again after this?” His eyes flickered to looked back at you. You stared at him for a solid minute with only the sound of his jeans and your skirt rubbing together can be heard before he removed his thumb off your tongue to let you speak. “No?” You stammers, mentally cursing yourself when he smirked at your answer. “Good girl.” He replied, his hand falls to the hem of your skirt.

”I missed you,” A soft whine left his lips as his fingers desperately reached down to rub your clit. Jason leaned against you to leave kisses on your neck and up to your jaw as his fingers pushes your panties aside. “You’re so wet already, baby.” He mutters, massaging the bundle of nerves in a circular motion. He slowly swipes his fingers between your folds as you leave trails of your wetness on his fingers. “Looks like this pretty little thing misses me too.” He chuckled when you whimpers at the feeling of his fingers being pushed inside of you. “I missed you too…” You whined, eyes shut tight as he pumps his digits deeper into your sopping cunt. The wetness between your legs sticks to your thighs and clings to his fingers, his teeth hungrily leaving marks on your neck. “Sorry for blocking you.” Your body shuddered in sheer bliss when his fingers curls with his calloused palm constantly brushing against your clit.

”Yeah? You’re sorry?” He asked, his voice growing breathy while his other hand clumsily undo his belt and zipper. A small frustrated groan leaves his throat before he pulls his fingers out of you causing you to pout and whine. “Oh, come on. Give me a second.” He laughed, turning you around but this time facing his bike. He moves your leg up on the seat before he kneel down behind you. “Fuck… Look at that.” He whispers, his warm breath fanned against your pussy before he desperately buried his face in between your thighs. “Jason!” You squeaked, toes curling upon feeling his tongue lapping on your clit with his fingers tightly gripping your thighs. His thick fingers leaving marks on your skin as you squirmed on his bike, causing him to land a spank on your cheek.

You whined. “What’s that for?” You looked back at him only to be met with his dazed eyes and his mouth still latching onto your pussy, drinking every liquid that drips out of you. For once in the span of an hour filled with nothing but his sarcasm, he was quiet. Except for the occasional groans and moans every time you pushes deeper against his nose. Your nails digs into the cushion of his seat as you whimpers when he slide his tongue into your entrance, prodding in and out of your entrance before he finally pulled back for some air.

”Jeez, Jay…” He looked up at you when you pouted, his cheeks and chin were coated with your juices before his eyes cast down to the way you wiggled your hips at him. “…keep going.” You bat your lashes at him, the excitement in your stomach stirs as he tugs his pants and boxer just low enough for his cock to springs out of the tight confinement before gently slapping against his stomach. His thumb keeping your panties aside and your entrance exposed to him, "Calm down, princess." He sighs before his teeth digs into his lower lip, it's been a hard week since he felt anything close to this. Sure, he settled on his fist for the first two days before he completely stopped when he realised that fucking his fist to the thought of you wasn't as good as fucking you.

He slowly moves his hips, managing to bury the tip of his cock inside of you as he lets out a choked moan. "Still feels good as ever." He moaned, head tilted back with his eyes closed. His cock twitches in you when small whines falls past your lips, sending vibrations down to him as the muscles tightening around his length. "Christ, you're still not used to me?" His breath were shaky before he looked down to you, admiring at the clear size difference between the two of you as you tried your best to take every inch of him.

"S'not my fault," You huffed, your legs slightly trembles underneath him. Jason shifts your position slightly, holding you by the waist with one hand while his other hand makes their way under your shirt to fondled with your tits. "Never said it was." He replied, pushing his cock deeper inside of you until he’s halfway in when he stopped, noticing the way you tensed up. “It’s okay, baby. Just a few more inches and the hard part’s over.” Your body shuddered from his whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck before you quickly nods at his words. His hand reached to wiped the sweats off your forehead before his hips slowly moves, “Mhm, just like that… Just relax.” Jason coos, planting small kisses on your temples.

A whine break out of your sealed lips when he completely buried himself inside of you, filling every crevices off your pussy with his twitching cock. The curve of his length itches just the sweet spot to make you see stars, “Jason…” The sound of you calling his name temporarily distracts him from the way your pussy clamped him down. His fingers had its deadly grips on your hips as you stand on your tip toes just to slightly fuck yourself on his cock, “Yeah?” He croaked, replying back to you with a deeper tone as he glanced down to the way your ass softly slaps against his pelvis, “You’re adjusting?” He asked before you let a small ‘mhm’ left your lips.

“You’re just fucking yourself on me.”

“No, I’m not.” You lied with a crooked grin. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Just look at the damn wall. You’re gonna break that dainty little neck if you keep looking back at me like that.” He mumbled, moving his hips into you in a more quicker pace. “Hold onto my helmet. Drop it and I’m stopping.” He grabbed a fistful off your ass while you quickly grabbed the red helmet, hugging it to your chest. The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the dark alleyway, your shared moans and groans reverberates and bounces off the brick walls. He moves his hand down between your legs, his fingers pressing down on your clit as he moves it in sloppy, circular motion. His other hand holding on the handle of his bike, “Lift your ass up, baby.” He grunted, brow furrowing as his hips moves back and forth, every thrust felt like he’s sending you over the edge.

”I’m trying!” You said in a hushed tone, too breathless. You weren’t sure if your knees can take anymore before they buckled to the dirty ground. In an act of desperation, Jason lifts you up with his forearm under your stomach causing your legs to dangled off the ground before he continue shoving his fat cock into your dripping pussy. You let out a small gasp, he’s really doing it-- he’s quite literally carrying you like a doll. “Can’t even do the simplest thing.” He huffed, eyes closed with his the tip of his nose tickling the crook of your neck as your fingers clings to his helmet, not wanting to dropped it lest he stopped just for the sake of making you miserable.

Your eyes lazily gazes at the other end of the alleyway where anyone that decides to passed the alleyway can noticed the both of you. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought, minimizing your moans into small squeaks and whines. You glanced at Jason, hoping he doesn’t notice only for him to sharply thrust into you to elicit a loud moan out of you, green eyes narrowing down at you. “Don’t be quiet,” He whispered, his other hand reached to traced the curve of your spine with his thumb lightly. “Let me hear you.” He dragged his voice to sound slightly whiny just to tease you even further.

You hated how much you expected this from the get go.

Blocking him was never an option, Jason has a knack when it comes to keeping you tied to him. One command from him and you’d rushed back into his arms like a puppy, hopelessly lingering around him. “Feels so good…” You whispered back, lashes thick with salty tears as wanton moans spills out of your swollen lips. You hated the fact that the both of you knows this. You’re not even sure if the both of you were even exes at some point. The feeling of the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot sends you shivering despite being half dressed, it doesn’t help how godly his cock is. The delicious curve that sends you whining for more, the noticeable vein on the side of his length, the way his balls slaps against your clit, the thickness of it-- all of it drives you insane, fills your body with nothing but carnal desires.

“Outside? Inside?” He asked in between his groans, strands of his black locks sticks to his forehead as his jaw clenches. You know it’s near when his movement grow sloppy and inconsistent, his eyes darkened with sheer lust and the muscles on his bicep flexes. “Fuck, don’t just gimme puppy eyes, princess. Answer me.” He said with gritted teeth, purposely moving his hips rougher into you as you cried out of pleasure. “Out, out, out…” Your babbles almost went incoherent when you choked on your own moans while you blinks away the tears that welled at the corned of your eyes. He nods his head, burying his face into your shoulder as his arm around your waist tightens.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He curses, his head spinning and leaving him dizzy. Jason wanted to stay inside of you badly, the warmth of your cunt wrapping snugly around him screams nothing but heaven. And the fact that you’re already cumming on his cock before he even gets to pulled out? God, you’re just torturing him at this point. He pulled out of you right before he finishes, wet and sticky seeds shooting on your back and staining your skirt as he winces when the cold air hits his cock. “Oh my god.” His chuckle were airy, skin were slightly flushed from the lovemaking. Jason cradled you in his arms, turning you around to face him before placing you on top of his bike.

”You okay?” He asked, softly massaging your inner thighs. His forehead presses against yours, his gaze softened at the sight of you looking back at him with tired eyes. “Yep.” Your answer were short as you steadied your breathing, your arms wrapped around his neck to pulled him closer while Jason fixes your clothes.

”Wanna go rest at my place?”

The both of you stared at each other for a solid minute. You give him a small nod.

“That’s my girl.”

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR MODIFY ANY OF MY WORKS. ©️ KENNEDYBABY.

#i heard a small snippet of it then got working #ovulating so harddd rnn thank god jason todd were created #dc smut #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x you #jason todd imagines #jason todd x female reader #tw. exhibitionism

[comethead]

Wrong Number

MDNI // smutfic // Jason Todd x Reader

“You accidentally take an edible laced with sex pollen, and unbeknownst to you, you called Jason instead of Ivy. Smut ensues.”

(gender-neutral reader, no use of y/n, recreational drug use, sex pollen, missionary, creampie, aphrodisiacs)

Ao3 Link

[dedicated to @fcthots ]

Your breaths come out in short puffs, sweat beading on your forehead. Your skin is on fire, and there’s an undeniable ache between your legs you can’t ignore anymore. Stripped naked, you laid on your bed, legs squeezed together to try and alleviate your burning desire. Dammit. You reach out to your phone, sweeping your hand over your sheets until your fingers make contact with the smooth surface of your screen. Opening it, you scroll down your contacts. F, G, H, I, J. You hit Ivy’s contact, and close your eyes while you let it ring. Hearing it connect, you groan, “Ivyyyy, I don’t know what was in that damn edible you made but I feel- I don’t- ugh.” You smack your bed in frustration, tears welling up from the tension in your stomach. This was embarrassing. You were high, and then horny, but now the high has worn off and you’re still trying to get off. “You know what- never mind, I’ll talk to you later.” You clicked the end call button, and rolled onto your back. Okay, time to try and finish.

Jason stared at the phone in his hand, the screen on ‘call ended’. What the hell was that about? Shit, you weren’t in trouble were you? Edible, huh… He heard from you that Ivy was dabbling in making some after growing weed, which, whatever, she’s not destroying city blocks with her plants anymore so he’ll take that any day. But by your words, it seemed like she’s up to something, he’ll have to check on that later. Or…

“Hey, Oracle. Do me a favor and look into Ivy for me?”

“Sure, what for?” came her reply.

“Mmm, well my friend took one of her edibles and-”

“Wait. Edibles? You better not be doing some stupid prank Hood, or I swear-”

“No! No, it's-,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose,”She just sounded like she was in trouble, but whatever, I’ll deal with it.”

“Oh.” He could hear through the comm link the way her voice softened, which he’s not sure if he hates or is grateful for. “Alright, I’ll send someone over to Ivy’s location.”

“Thanks.”

He shut off the link and looked over to your fire escape. Parking his bike in the alley that ran next to your place, he scaled the wall and clambered onto the escape. It was dark in your room, but you left your window open. Pulling the screen aside, Jason stepped into the room and onto the little welcome mat you put there as a stupid joke. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

You were on your side, moans muffled by your pillow as you worked your fingers faster, the slick noises accompanying your voice. His eyes widened, heat shooting through his body as he felt his dick twitch in his combat pants. Fuck, oh how he’s thought of you like this for some nights now. But not now, he thought, must’ve been some of Ivy’s aphrodisiac in that edible. Clearing his throat, he stepped closer. You squeal, and bolt upright, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wha- Jay, what are you doing here?”

“You called me,” he shrugged, ”Wrong number, I guess.”

You stared at him, gears turning in your brain. Maybe, maybe not ‘wrong number’. He could help you, couldn’t he? He’s always been on your mind like that, you might’ve had some unholy thoughts about your best friend.

“Jay,” you whisper, crawling on your hands and knees toward him, “Please,” you’re reaching up to his face now, settling your hand on his mask, “fuck me”.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to stare at you, eyes trailing over the slope of your chest. “I- I mean, no, you’ve been dosed with some aphrodisiac-” You’re taking his mask off now, sliding your other hand down his chest- “And- and I can’t-”, his breath catches as your hand is placed right on top of his tummy, “-you don’t know what you want,” he finished, glancing from your hands to your half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t?” You gaze back into his eyes, looking down to his lips as you move closer, ghosting your hands over his body and placing them on his shoulders. Your lips connect, and he deepens the kiss, placing his hands on your waist. You pull him closer to you, shifting back until you can bring him down to your level, lips still on each other as he runs a hand through your hair. Your hair catches on his fingers and it pulls, but it feels so good the way he’s bringing his hand through from your scalp and grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back. You moan into his mouth as your kisses get sloppier, as he releases your hair and his hands wander down over your nude body, caressing your thighs. You don’t know if you can take it anymore. Pulling back from his kiss, you breathe,”Jay, please, I need you so badly, I- I can’t-”. You gasp as he suddenly grips your thighs and curses.

Straightening, he starts to strip as you watch, flushing as you spot his happy trail and finally, as he pulls his pants down you can see the bump of his bulge in his boxers. You rub your thighs together, scooting back onto the bed to give him space to mount you. You can see him tracing the shape of your body with his eyes, finally locking onto the wetness between your legs. Jason pushes his boxers down, letting his cock spring free and you can see he’s already leaking precum, which threatens to snap that tight band in your stomach. Throwing your head back, you moan and spread your legs for him. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah I’ll fuck you alright,” as he looms over your needy body. He kneels on the bed, lining his stiff cock with your entrance and begins to push in.

“Fuuuckk, baby you gotta relax,” he moans, pressing into you slowly as your mouth gapes from how he’s stretching you open. You swear you almost cum immediately from his intrusion, but your arousal heightens as he thrusts all the way in. You cry out in pleasure, gripping your sheets and squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to fuck you, slowly at first but quickening his pace as to seeing how desperate you are. You were practically rolling your hips onto his cock until he held them still and fucked you at a punishing pace. He groaned, his ear tickled with your pleading and moaning. It felt so good, the burning feeling turned into pleasure as Jason rocked his hips into yours, and you were sure you were going to finally cum.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me aren’t you?” he moans, the sounds of your sex filling the room.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby? C’mon then,” he lowers his face towards your ear, “Cum for me sweetheart,” he whispers, and finally that tension snaps and you cry out, your orgasm forcing your eyes shut as you cream around his cock that’s still pumping hard into you. You pant as he curses and thrusts into you faster, chasing his own high until he’s spilling his cum into you, the warmth making your belly tingle. He’s panting too, as he pulls out of you and stands up, reaching over to grab a towel from your dresser. He cleans you up and you stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and the only sounds that fill the room are of you two breathing hard. You don’t talk and neither does he, and you move over on the bed to give him room as he lays next to you. He moves onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he smirks, “Not bad, huh?”

You snort, and snuggle closer to him.

“Not bad at all, Jay.”

#mdni #this is my first smut i wrote this in one go no beta readers #i think it’d be funny if harley and ivy were stoner girlfriends. they had weed and chilled out. #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #dc smut #smut fic #sex pollen

[igotanidea]

No strings attached (1) : Jason Todd x plus-size!reader

Summary: Madison was Jason's stalker and he was tired. When Y/N moved into the neighbourhood he saw that as an opportunity to get rid of the baggage. Accidental meeting led to something more than friend, never a relationship though. He was not into tail, surely not, right? So why sudden change of behaviour when she pushed him away? And why would she push him away in the first place?!

Warnings: not in this chapter, but definitely smut and angst in the next ones. I'll post individual warnings in each chapter

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„Why the fuck can’t you just leave me alone?” Jason sighed deeply leaning onto the doorframe of the apartment next to his. Honestly he had no idea what was happening to him lately. Maybe it was the effect of getting back to Gotham, but he became more depressed than before. Guess being back from the death and realizing your family replaced you does such things to people. Of course, there was his hole Red Hood persona, but Jason? Jason Todd was insecure, sensitive and in desperate need of someone to love. And someone who would love him back. However, all those traits were skillfully covered by sarcasm, edgelord attitude and harsh behavior. So why wasn’t he able to just tell this girl to fuck off and leave him alone? Why couldn’t he say something mean, which will left her offended and disappear from his life.

He just couldn’t and it was really getting on his nerves.

“But Jason….” the girl whined “why can’t you see it?”

“See what exactly?” he raised an eyebrow

“We are just perfect for each other!” she squealed and almost jumped into his arms in an attempt to hug him “Come on, just give this a chance!”

“Please, go away, Madison.”

“You remembered my name!”

“Of course I remembered your name. How could I not?” he rubbed his forehead “you left like a hundred notes with your name and number in my mailbox. And sticky notes on my bike. And you tormented my ….’ He hesitated, the word brother, not getting thought his mouth “nevermind. I told you, I am not interested.”

“You just don’t know what you’re missing, Jaybird….”

“Stop calling me that! I hate it! Who …. Who the fuck taught you this nickname!?” now she actually managed to anger him. Maybe it was good, maybe for the first time in a while he would be able to take some direct action and get rid of that stalker of a girl.  

“I got my ways.” She smiled mischievously “nothing ever gets lost in the Internet and I got just the right tools to dig deep.”

“Listen up, Madison….”

“Oh, I am listening. Extremely carefully.” She took a step towards him and he immediately flinched. Cornered by a girl, fucking great. Grayson would never let him live this down. “Come on, Jason, let me in….” she cooed, her hand tracing up his arms towards his shoulder “you remember how much fun we had last time….”

“It was one time! One fucking time and it was a mistake!”

“The kind you want to keep repeating?”

“What the fu…..” he started, but another female voice joined the conversation successfully cutting him off. A very annoyed female voice.

“I’m sorry, but could you two take this conversation, elsewhere? You are kind of blocking the door to my apartment and I would love to take this off.” She pointed towards the heavy backpack she was wearing.

Oh, right. There have been a lot of talk in the building about a possible new tenant. Guess she was the one. And the timing was just perfect for Jason, who immediately jumped into the occasion.

“Baby!” he almost screamed and both girls looked at him with wide eyes. Madison in surprise, bordering shock, the other one with “what-the-fuck” expression, probably wondering if he was mental. So much of a good first impression “you are finally here!” he continued, hugging the girl lightly to not startle her.

“What the …..?” she hissed into his ear, but before she could finish the sentence he squeezed her tighter, almost getting a kick in the groin.

“Come on, just play along with me for a minute.” Jason whispered, so that only she could here “I need to get rid of her, I’ll buy you a wine or whatever, just help the neighbor out.”

“You’ll owe me much more than just a wine if you keep your hands where they are now.”

Oh, shit. Only now, he realized that his right palm was definitely way to low on her back. But damn, the girl got curves in all the right places and he was just a man.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and pulled away, acting like they knew each other for eternity “Why didn’t you call me, princess? I told you to do it the second you get in town! I can’t believe you carried all this weight by yourself!”

“I just wanted to surprise you…, em…, honey.”

“You most definitely did.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Hold right there.” Madison came in between them and pushed the other girl away slightly “who the fuck are you?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Jason blurted, hoping his new neighbor would really play along.

“GIRLFRIEND!?”

“Yeah, um, hi, I’m Y/N. Nice to…..”

“Did you know you’re boyfriend is cheating on you, sunshine? No wonder, though.” She gave Y/N a look over  “You should really lose some weight, sunshine. Will do you good. ”

“I’m sorry, what….?”

“Hey! You have no right to talk to her like that!”

“Sure not. but for some reason you choose me over her multiple times….”

“ONCE!”

“Whatever, Jaybrid. If you ever get bored with her, again, you know where to find me. I’m not giving up on you, baby” Madison raised onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek briefly. Jason almost didn’t stop himself from wiping it off his face. “as for you, girlfriend” she almost hissed the last word “I don’t; think this is going to last long. Too bad for you.” her vicious laugh filled the whole staircase “love you Jaybird, call me!”

And leaving just a thread of perfume she was  gone. Not that she left furious Jason and absolutely confused Y/N behind.

“I’m sorry about ….” Jason turned around, ready to do some explanation, but much to his disappointment, the only sound he heard was clicking on the key in a keyhole. From inside.  “Hey, come on, Y/n! Open up!”

“Go away, you freak!”

“Let me at least apologize face to face, not through the door!” a moment of silence on her part gave him unreasonable hope.

“Apology accepted, now move out of my door or I’ll come at you!” if only she knew who she was threatening….

“I promised you a wine for helping me, remember?”

“I don’t care! If you don’t leave in ten seconds I’m gonna call the police!”

“Hate to break it to you, princess, but it’s Gotham. I’m the best chances at protection you have. Or you can always call upon Batman, but I don’t see that being successful.” Jason scoffed, starting to walk back and forth.

“Oh, yeah, right. That really sounds exciting. Meeting the big, bad bat in person.” Her voice reverberated somehow clearer and closer than before and when he raised his gaze realized she actually opened the door and was now standing right in front of him.

Shit, she was pretty with her h/c hair, flowing around her face, a bit fuzzy because of shitty Gotham weather, shiny e/c eyes and pouty lips. She might have been a bit on the heavier side, but it only added to her charm and fire that she showed before by putting on the little display.

She was beautiful and even tiredness of the journey couldn’t hide that.

“Hi.” Jason whispered, a little taken aback and filled with guilt of dragging her into his mess.

“What the fuck was that?” she sighed deeply “Look, Jason, I am exhausted. I had a long journey and as much as I would love to take you up on that wine offer I had no power in me to do that. So how about we just forget about this whole mess and say farewell to each other, hm? I have no interest in interfering in your personal life, especially with the girl who called me fat the second she laid eyes on me.”

“Don’t you want to know your handsome neighbor better?” he smirked and realized that even though it just slipped through, there was a chance that his old self was getting back to life. Was it because of her?

“Nah, not really. I think I’ve seen enough. And like I said, being back in Gotham sucks, but what can a girl do, right? Life sucks as well sometimes.” She shrugged and started closing the door

“Wait!” he put a feet in, before she managed to actually do it.

“What now?”

“Are you from around here?”

“Born Gothamite. Glad you can’t tell it just by looking at me. Now, I really want to go to sleep, if you don’t mind…..” she yawned and rubbed her eyes in the cutest child-like manner, making him feel to many things. Too many dangerous things.....

‘Right, sorry. I’ll leave you to it. Good night, Y/N.”

“Yeah, night, crazy boy.”

She already had a nickname for him.

He definitely wasn’t going to let this acquaintance end up at this….

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[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Jason Remembers Nico

Sunlight streaks in through the half-open arena roof, bathing their section in warm, mid-afternoon gold. Jason, who has decided to spend their short mid-class break sprawled out in the dirt, basks in the warmth of it. 

He’s hot from training, sure, and maybe everyone else is smarter for seeking shelter in the shade of the spectator stands, but something about the afternoon sun is like wrapping up in a blanket. A cozy, tingly kind of warmth. 

Maybe, in another life, Jason was a child of Apollo. Wouldn’t that be something? Jason Grace: still a child of the sky, but without all the pressure. It sounds pretty nice, he won’t lie. 

As the class murmurs in the background, Jason lets himself relax. Really, truly relax, starting with his shoulders, down his arms, his wrists, his knuckles. He loosens his back on a deep exhale, and down his legs, until he feels as boneless and one-with-the-earth as he possibly can. 

A cool shade passes over him. It settles across his face, as if something has come by and blocked out the sun. 

He peeks. 

“You’ll get a sunburn,” Nico says, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, face in his hands. 

“And you won’t?” Jason closes his eyes again. Honestly, having Nico’s chilly aura nearby is kind of awesome when the sun’s this perfect. Yin and yang, right? Balance. 

Plus, y’know, doesn’t hurt a guy’s pride to have the well documented people-avoider seeking him out. Even if it’s to save him from himself. Score one: Jason. 

“My hair will spare my neck, I’m sure.” 

Jason smiles. “I like your hair long, you know. I wish I could grow my hair out like that.” 

Nico makes a scoffing sound, like he can’t decide if he wants to be amused or offended. Jason peeks again. 

“Perfect Praetor Grace wants to look like an unwashed rat?” 

“That’s not what I said. I said I wanted to grow my hair long, like yours.” 

He watches Nico rolls his eyes and shake his head, but he doesn’t push the point. 

Score two: Jason. 

A breeze rolls in off the strawberry hills, bringing the scent of grass and summer in to mix with the kicked up dirt and metal of the arena. Jason lulls into it. 

Gods, this is peaceful. It probably shouldn’t be, in the middle of teaching a class on self-defense. Jason’s always been a creature of habit, though, and battle was always an ironically safe space for him. Let out his aggression in a semi-healthy way, or something. 

Back at Camp Jupiter, they would have him fight in the coliseum every so often, a demonstration of his power, his capability to lead. They called him ruthless. He only ever lost one fight, which earned the victor a massive wave of support when it came time to elect praetors. 

It’s a strange memory, but one he smiles at nonetheless. Reyna was nothing short of vicious when they went toe-to-toe; she was the only person who ever fought the way Jason felt like he needed to, like it was sink or swim. Victory or death. 

There was one match, after Reyna, after people realized that Jason could be beaten, where he accidentally let too much of that side show. When he threw down his sword and took his opponent to the ground to fight like the wolves did, in the grass with teeth and claws and the rest of the pack swarming around them, snarling their approval. 

One face stood out in that crowd, afterward, of people stepping around him, giving him a wide berth while he scrubbed the blood off his mouth. It was a boy, wearing a too-loose purple shirt and a look on his face like he knew exactly what he’d seen. A boy with hair that turned brown in the light and eyes like nothing Jason had ever seen - not quite haunted, but certainly too old for the face they sat within. When the light hit them, it almost seemed to disappear. 

Jason never spoke to the boy. 

He opens his eyes again. Nico blinks down at him, his head tilted, eyebrows creased and mouth frowning. 

Jason grins back. Nico’s eyebrow twitches. 

“What.” 

“Nothing,” Jason says. A lifetime ago, Jason singled out one boy in a crowd, and despite having forgotten, lost everything, built himself anew—here that boy sits. Shielding him from the sun. Still, somehow, knowing Jason better than he’s ever known himself. “I’m just glad we’re friends.” 

“Ugh, gods,” Nico’s face goes pink, and his hands move, covering over his mouth and nose. “You’re worse than Will.” 

“I’m doing my job well, then.” 

Nico shakes his head, his hair drifting over his shoulders in the process, hanging in the air between them. Jason wants to reach up and touch it, fiddle with the strands like Leo does with Piper’s hair when they’re hanging out in the bunker. 

“I should let you burn,” Nico says. He doesn’t move. 

The victor in the colosseum would have shored up his walls at that. Closed himself off from the boy with underworld eyes. Heard nothing but the implication that Jason needs someone else to keep him safe, to keep him from getting himself hurt. 

Maybe that’s why Nico never spoke to him, back at Camp Jupiter. Maybe that’s why Jason never got up the nerve to approach him. Too scared to let himself trust. 

“I put my life in your hands,” Jason teases, crossing his arms behind his head. 

The sun is warm on his skin. The chuff of Nico’s disbelieving, snorting laugh is warmer. 

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #Jason Remembers Nico #fanfiction #tw for brief nonexplicit mentions of violence #i actually have different headcanons for Jason and Nico knowing one another at camp jupiter #but for the sake of this idea i wanted it to be more like. Jason remembers Nico from back then #but he knows that they wouldn't have gotten along back then. so he's more like. I do remember him and I remember *me*. #and we were so different then - him haunted and me feral - but then we trusted each other in ways we never could've as those people #and now we're here and i'm so so happy we're here. i'm so happy to let the past be the past if this gets to be the present. #WAHOO #jason grace #nico di angelo #jasico #(it's mostly implied but y'know you get the vibes) #pjo #hoo

[boldlyanxious]

You look like a dream

ttt 2023

Masterlist

“You are by far the most beautiful woman here.”

Marinette turned at the voice behind her. She didn’t recognize the man who had joined her on the balcony. Her ice cubes clinked in the glass as she turned, glancing around, just in case he decided to be an ass.

“Excuse me,” she asked, thinking she must have misunderstood his clear come on.

He watched her over his drink. It felt like he was drinking her in more than the amber colored liquid in his glass.

“If you are going to look like that, you should be more accustomed to compliments. Even the gorgeous sunset can’t compete with you in that dress.”

She wondered if he had intentionally moved his path from directly in front of the door as he approached. She could easily move directly to it without being blocked. He was very large and even with his easy smile and charming words, he could be an imposing figure accidentally. Still, rather than reacting to his compliments about her, she latched on to the ones about the dress.

“Thanks. I worked really hard to design the dress. I wanted to look really great tonight.”

He stood before her and looked at the sides and then down into her eyes before responding.

“Mission accomplished. You look fantastic but you are out here all alone. Who is your friend; was he not impressed?”

“Who? I’m not sure what you mean.”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks giving her away from the omitted part of her plan. Perhaps it was obvious why she had taken such care and everyone out there knew.

“Maybe it was her, but I like my odds better if it was a guy.”

His confident flirtation kept her blushing and she tipped back her drink to give herself more time to consider. Perhaps it gave her fewer inhibitions because she suddenly found herself telling the truth to a man when she didn’t even know his name.

“He didn’t notice. That is the one thing that never changes.”

She looked away from him and played with the straw in her drink, unable to meet his gaze after her admission.

“I don’t even care anymore. I got over him a long time ago, so why does it even matter.”

He reached out and took her hand. She looked back up at him in shock.

“Do you think he would notice if you left with the most handsome man here?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

He smirked at her and she realized what she had agreed to before he even commented on it.

“So you do think I’m handsome,” he waited as she sputtered and tried to back track but he didn’t push for further confirmation. “I’m Jason Todd.”

“Marinette Dupain Cheng,” she said as She reached for his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, but I’m willing to share.”

He lifted her hand and met it halfway by leaning down to kiss it. She could see his smirk before his lips pressed against her skin. It was not the back of her hand. He had twisted it just enough to brush his lips near her wrist, not quite on the sensitive underside of it but just where it connected to her hand. If she had ever managed to get the burning from her face she would have started again but it definitely picked up after that. She managed to cover by not responding.

Jason seemed unconcerned. He kept hold of her hand and drew her closer to him before turning back and guiding her back inside.

“Dance with me, Marinette.”

She turned to glance around but he reached out and caught her chin.

“Don’t look for him. Dance with me because you want to. I guarantee that all eyes will be on you.”

She kept her eyes on his as he led her around the dance floor. He was a very good dancer and led her through several twirls as they talked about anything but the man who might be watching. She didn’t even think of him as she relaxed against Jason and moved with the music. The first song was a faster tempo but the music slowed down and he held her closer. She could think of nothing but the way they swayed together and how he felt pressed against her. His hand at her back didn’t stray, but her thoughts did.

“The best option is to leave with me now,” he said. She could feel his voice in his chest as she was pressed against it.

“I don’t even know you.”

He didn’t answer. The song ended and he just stayed there with her pressed against him and he leaned down. She had barely a second to decide what to do. She could pull away so easily but she turned her head up to meet his kiss. His hand cupped her cheek and she wouldn’t have been able to see if anyone saw if her eyes had been open. She clutched the front of his suit for their far too brief kiss. Then he whispered to her.

“If you want to leave just like this I can take you anywhere. But I hope that we end up together tonight.”

She nodded and he tucked her against him with his arm wrapping around her back and holding on to her hip.

He led her to his motorcycle. She wasn’t even surprised. He looked exactly like a guy who would ride a motorcycle. She climbed on behind him, pulling her dress dangerously high so the top of the slit, high on her thigh was the new bottom of the dress. Jason eyed her legs appreciatively and slid along her leg as he checked to be sure she was secure. She held onto his hips and pulled herself flush against him as he pushed off.

She turned back as she heard her name. She saw Adrien rushing out the front of the building.

“Marinette!” he yelled.

She turned back to look at him and gave a little wave as Jason’s motorcycle roared away.

#jasonette #ttt 2023 #book design #boldlyanxious #maribat

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 11

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: panic attack | 8k includes: aftermath of bombing, cooking w jason and lian, hurt comfort, xbox w roy, jayroy smut, ANSWERS- FINALLY! (maybe ;p)

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 11: Bambi | ao3 - wattpad

A few days later, they get you everything you've asked for, along with your favorite ice cream and two bottles of Moscato. You roll your eyes when you see the latter, picking up the post-it-note attached to them that reads, ‘drink responsibly ;p” 

Fucking Roy, you shake your head and close the fridge with your hip. 

At the very least, you're grateful you won’t have to go grocery shopping for them again.

The past few days, they'd been in and out with Damian, but either Jason or Roy would stay with you and Lian when the other left.

You hate and love being doted on like this, but mostly you just hate that you need this much protection. A bombing is a serious matter, after all. God, what kind of sentence is that? You snort humorlessly to yourself as you take in your odd predicament.

It seemed someone had bombed your apartment with the intention of killing you, but who'd want to do that? It's too targeted to be random; you know that much, but none of your digging has brought anything up so far.

It's you and Jason today. He's currently FaceTiming Roy with his headphones in, seemingly talking about possible leads on what happened. The police hadn’t even reached out for a report or anything, which was more disturbing and led you and everyone else to believe the cops had already been bribed off, but by who, exactly?

The cards are stacked against you and all you can do is sit by and watch.

“How long did it take the two of you to get through this shit?” You hold up the piece of paper you'd written for them toward the camera so Roy can see what you're talking about. You're seriously impressed they’d managed to get everything you need. 

Roy shoots you a Cheshire grin through the screen of Jason’s phone. “Babe, I’m flattered you think I got you that shit. If you let me loose in a store, do you really think I’d get anything remotely close to what you put on that list? No, ma’am, shit was all him,” He points directly into the lens. Roy then turns to the side with a smirk as he looks off-screen, giving you a drool-inducing view of his cutting jawline. Meanwhile, Jason blushes at being caught. 

“You still remember what ice cream I like?” It’s more of a statement than anything because you really can’t believe it. 

He looks at you, actually looks at you and it catches you completely off guard, “You practically lived with my family. Of course, I remember.” 

His deep green eyes meet your own, making it seem as if all the years have been torn away like wrapping paper. Aside from the one night in the dark of the moonlight, when was the last time you’d been able to look into them like this? No, you don’t want to remember how long it’s been. 

It's like a constant game of tug of war. 

One moment, you feel like you have a handle on the situation enough to understand what's going on, then they'll say something or do something that flips everything on its head.

You sleeping in their bed, the domesticity of the entire situation, Jason remembering your favorite shit… But there are still too many walls, too many unsaids and unanswered questions, coupled with the fact that you still somehow feel like an outsider.

Eventually, answers will have to surface. 

“If that’s all it takes to impress you, you might want to up your standards.”

Always back to humor.

You give a light smile and focus back on Roy on the screen, who's squinting in the sun. You can tell he’s trying to shade the screen because his fingers keep accidentally blocking the camera. 

Jason and Roy go back to chatting about their days and Lian when a thought occurs to you.

“How are you guys going to fuck if I’m here?” Jason spits out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of while Roy hacks similarly over the speaker. 

“Jesus, princess,” Roy wheezes and looks around, shaking the camera in the process.

“What? I’m quite literally sleeping between the two of you and I doubt you get much alone time as it is with a kid.” They're too busy staring dumbfounded at you to respond. “Seriously! It’s a genuine concern. I already feel so imposing.”

“Again, you’re not imposing,” Jason nudges you, forcing you to look up at him. “Seriously.”

You nod and look at Roy, who’s wearing a shit-eating grin, “What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m just thinking about you thinking about us fucking,” Your face scrunches up in disgust but offer nothing further because, hell, that was what happened- how can you deny it? “Oh, this is good,” Roy snickers and you feel him looking directly at you as if he were in the room. “This is so good.”

“Can you just shut up for once?” You huff with a roll of your eyes. You look over at Jason when you feel him tense against you. “What?” A quick look at Roy shows he’s in the same flustered state. “What’d I say?”

“Nothing,” Jason manages and keeps his focus completely on Roy, whose shit-eating grin only continues to grow.

“What are you two about to get up to while I’m gone?” His eyebrows wiggle up and down animatedly until Jason quite literally hangs up.

You throw your head back and laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole to your boyfriend.” You watch together as Roy spams Jason’s phone with numerous failed FaceTime attempts on top of chains of crying and broken heart emojis. “Holy fuck, never mind. I understand now.”

It’s Jason’s turn to laugh as he shoots Roy a quick ‘love you’ text before silencing his phone.

Before he can hide it, you manage to catch a few of their previous messages and try to make sense of what you see. ’Two Face,’ ‘bomb’ and ‘organization’ stick out to you, but Jason’s quick to shield it from you as soon as he catches sight of you looking. 

You sheepishly glance up at him for being caught, “I take it you have some info?”

“Like you haven’t already been doing your own research,” His eyes narrow slightly at you as he analyzes your reaction. 

You merely shrug. Of course you’ve been using your skills to look around for some kind of paper trail, but so far, nothing has come up.

“When the time comes, we might need your help.”

“What does that even mean, ‘when the time comes?’” You huff in annoyance, “You know, I’m getting pretty tired of this back and forth and vagueness. Do you have information or not?”

“No,” He lies easily.

You turn away to prevent him from seeing the tears that begin to well up.

Why does everything have to be so confusing? So forbidden, yet feels somehow obtainable at the same time. It's a constant game of tug of war in the cruel purgatory you've been trapped in with them for five years.

Jason says your name, “Look at me.” You remain turned away, but your thighs still press against his on the couch. “Don’t be a fucking brat about this. It’s for your own good- for your safety,” He tries, no pleads, but you refuse to listen. 

“For my own good? Fuck you,” You turn back around with a push of your finger into his firm chest. “I’ve been doing shit on my own, by the way, for as long as I can remember. I don’t need to save me like some white fucking knight over shit that I know I can handle just as well.” It’s hard to miss the intensity of rage behind your eyes. “If anything, there’s no ‘might. You will need me.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Your name is hollow on his tongue as it pierces you with a calculated coldness. “It has to be this way.”

You curse but allow him to turn your head easily. You stare into his tender gaze, leaving your stomach to swirl as your fucked up game of tug of war continues. "You're no martyr, Jason." 

He ignores your jab, eyes searching yours for something you don’t know how to give him. “I can’t see you hurt again.”

It’s so simple and yet rings out deeply in your aching chest.

You frown, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Sure, the street thugs, coffee shop robbery and apartment bombing have all been scary, but the Wayne Gala with the Joker all those years ago is what he always seems stuck on.

He leans into you, tracing gently at your throat where the lunatic had carved your scar, his calloused fingers tickling you in their wake. Your eyes flutter into a half-lidded gaze as his eyes rise from the patchy scar to your lips. 

“There’s always some reason,” Your voice is a whisper in the quiet of their living room as it trails off. 

The coffee machine bubbles and whirs as it brews, but aside from that, neither you nor Jason seem to know how to break the awkward silence that currently resounds.

“Some reason for what?” His low voice reverberates in a gravelly tone that has you shifting uncomfortably in arousal.

Some reason we can’t be together.

Some reason we can’t be open with each other.

“Nothing,” You shake your head and lean in further, testing just how close he'll let you get. “It’s nothing.”

His eyes start to close as yours do. It helps you momentarily forget how fucked up this entire situation is for Roy as you both lean in. You tilt your head first and he follows in a slow, meaningful dip that steals your breath away. Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as you meet his approaching warmth with your own, allowing your eyes to slip shut just before your lips meet.

Are you dreaming?!

“Tell me you want this,” His gruff voice fans temptingly across your mouth.

Instead of responding, you keep your eyes shut, allowing your eyelashes to flutter against his cheeks, “I never took you for an idiot, Jason.” 

“Oh, really?” You feel his eyes on you.

“How much more obvious could I be?” You slightly open your eyes, backing away, but he quickly pulls you back in. His gentle hands caress the sides of your face before gently resting his forehead against yours. “Hell, we’ve been like an Austen novel ever since you screamed at me all those years ago.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He chuckles lightly, “‘M sorry about that, babe.” 

“No, I know,” You reassure him as you search for something, anything to stop you from finally closing the distance. 

It’s Lian’s loud whine, though, that ultimately pulls you away from each other as if you’ve both been simultaneously struck by lightning. 

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” She tramples over to the couch and plops down with crossed arms between the newly created space between you and Jason.

You nearly choke at the same time Jason says, “Woah.”

You look at each other as her words sink in, then quickly look away with burning cheeks that match Jason’s own. His eyes follow you as if waiting for a response, but how are you supposed to know how to do something like that? 

It isn’t like Jason's correcting her or anything. Is it your job to? 

You get up and go to the kitchen in lieu of a response to start searching for something to make, all while Jason’s large presence follows behind you like a shadow. 

“You’re actually going to cook for once?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” His voice is still low and thickly coated in arousal. You feel yourself clench around the steady supply of slickness that had accumulated from your intimate moment together on the couch.

You open their fridge and bend over slowly, accentuating your ass on purpose as you arch down towards the bottom drawer to pull out a shit ton of sauces and the fresh ginger and cilantro Jason had gotten for you. Meanwhile, he turns on the stove. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Lian comes up to tug at your leggings. “Can I have pizza, please?”

“Lian, you’re killin’ my Thai vibes.”

“Was Thai?” She wrinkles her nose at the ingredients in your hands as you dump them on the kitchen island. “Is it good?”

You nod and lift her up onto the island to help you add the liquid ingredients into the stock pot. “Especially because you helped make it, right?” 

“Oh, yeah,” She nods proudly at Jason as you hand her a spoonful of oyster sauce to add. “I’m a soup chef.”

You smile and flick her on the nose, “Sous chef.”

“Yes, soup chef,” She looks at Jason very seriously as she takes the lemon grass stocks next to her and dumps them into the pot. “It means I help cook.”

“You’re a very good soup chef, then.” Jason takes her tiny hand and places it under his bulky, scared one as he helps her scoot the ginger and onions he’d just cut in with the rest of the ingredients, “That’s a good girl.”

You blush at his praise and turn around to focus on preparing the chicken, but you feel Jason’s heavy gaze on you. You have half a mind to turn around and flip him off, but think better of it if only for Lian. 

He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Thank you, daddy.” 

He chuckles lowly as you refuse to meet his gaze and moves the pot from the kitchen island to the stovetop, sideling up right next to you.  

Much to your chagrin, it appears like he has no plans of letting your flustered state go unnoticed. You feel his body press against yours, relishing in the shared contact like the touch-deprived heathen you are.

He looks down at you with a light smirk as you press further into his immovable muscular form. You’re both pushing into each other’s sides when the door clicks open and Roy walks in. 

“Oh damn,” You and Jason look over to Roy at the door, but your mouth quickly drops at the sight of Roy in a tank top and low-hanging sweats.

It’s only as he sets down his duffle bag that you notice his towel strategically covering his prosthetic.

Why won’t he just show it to you already? 

Does he really think you're so shallow that you'll think differently of him?

He smirks. Instead of the usual cheeky one, it borders on wicked. 

He watches as you follow his every movement and lifts up the hem of his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face to tease you. It seems that Jason’s annoyed ‘tch’ only spurs him on further because he then shoots a coy wink your way.

“Where were you at again?” It comes out more breathy than you’d like, but holy shit is he putting on a show. 

“Gym?” He tries while you openly continue to eye up his glistening muscles. Eventually, Jason’s seen enough and flicks red curry paste on your nose.

“Hey!” You reluctantly rip your eyes from Roy to whip around and smack Jason across the face with a huge splash of soy sauce.

He snickers as he wipes at the remnants of your assault. “Fuck you, babe. That's for hitting on my boyfriend.”

“I was not!” You insist as you hurl the leftover ginger root at him, but he catches it easily and throws it back at you. “Ow!”

He looks you over smugly, “Never use a weapon against someone you wouldn’t want them using back on you.” He remarks smartly as Roy grabs Lian out of the line of fire with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jason slips across the kitchen on leftover soy sauce but uses the momentum to trap you against the counter. “Next time, I’ll be sure to throw the cilantro instead-OOF!” You exclaim as he runs into you, practically knocking the wind out of you in the process.

He chuckles darkly, refusing to let you out of his grasp.

You know it’s Jason and that he’s just joking, but the laughter, coupled with the feeling of being trapped, causes panic to spill to the surface.

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a pained breath. Jason quickly senses something is off and searches the depths of your eyes for confirmation that you’re not all there. You try to swallow the panic down, but it traps painfully in your throat and only furthers the intensity of your shallow breathing.

“Sorry, little bird,” You tense in his hold. His eyes narrow immediately as yours go out of focus and your uneven breaths increase.

That name.

The last time he'd used that name on you had been all those years ago. You’ve definitely been caught off guard by it and it puts you back in a really vulnerable place.

Jason disappears from your frantic view as the past takes over the forefront of your vision. Unwanted memories of Joker’s scarred, bloody smile that showcased his vile teeth with every maniacal crack of his laughter slam into your skull. 

Your hands find their way to your head in a fruitless effort to stop the thoughts as you smack back into the counter ledge behind you.

Jason’s concerned hold around you dissolves into the deranged henchmen. You feel your eyes go wild as you struggle wildly to get out of their overbearing grasp. They're too close. Your throat tightens to the point it feels like you're drowning for air and your uneven, shallow breaths quickly turn into erratic gasps. 

Your hand absentmindedly raises between the little space between you to soothe the tingling ache that spreads from the top of your scar to the bottom of it. Jason follows the motion easily and removes his arms from around you, but it’s too late. Your vision is already closing in.

You panic after having staved off the nightmares for so many years by burying these memories deep down. 

Not deep enough, you guess.

Roy, having safely deposited Lian on the couch, runs back into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the shift in mood. The redhead uses both of your distracted states to grab the soy sauce and lemon juice to douse you both with a mischievous chuckle. 

“FOOD FIGHT!”

In your distorted state, it only adds to the horrors that are already bearing down upon you. 

The lemon stings your eyes and the raw skin on your throat where you’d been scratching. All the overwhelming sensations boil over until you’re screaming and falling to the floor with your head in your hands.

“Woah!” Roy instantly drops the bottles. They clatter to the floor as he rushes to your side, though the crash against the tile floors only spurs further hysteria. Your chest heaves as another wave of panic punches you square in the stomach.

You can’t breathe.

Somewhere in the haze of your perturbed thoughts, you hear Jason tell him to back up. It forces you to remember that, yes, this is Jason’s voice and yes, you're still in his and Roy’s kitchen and not in the confines of the manor’s cabinets.

You desperately suck in the scent of Jason and Roy, along with the fragrant soup on the stove and whatever shit Roy had spilled on you, before you're finally able to come back to the present moment.

You’re hugging your legs to your chest as you pathetically cower against their island cabinets.

Joker’s laughter fades from your head, leaving a resounding pounding in its wake until you’re left with the stark quiet of the real world.

The boiling pot and Lian’s worried coos are the only sounds that fill the room. Lian sounds closer than if she were still on the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to move any part of your body just yet to check.

“Hey, hey!” You feel Roy and Jason’s hands grabbing your own. You look up at them quizically only for your face to morph into terror at the sight of blood spilling from your fingernails. 

“I didn’t…” You shake your head worriedly and touch lightly at your neck to confirm that, yes, you’ve just scratched your scar raw. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Jason insists, slowly reaching a hand out toward you. “It was my fault.” Your stomach clenches at the memory of what he called you. You visibly wince as you fight against the memories that threaten to come back. They back off again and you feel like crying, no, wait, you are crying. “Find your anchor,” At his words, you force your eyes to stay on his. He nods when he sees you focus on him and brings a finger underneath your chin in a comforting manner. “That’s it, come back to me,” Jason says your name and you have to force yourself to regulate your breathing again.

All you can do is repeat sorry as tears splatter onto your huddled knees. 

Roy returns to your side. It's then that you notice Lian’s absence and cry even harder. She 's probably traumatized and it’s all because of you. All you can do is repeat sorry as they clutch you against their sturdy chests while you crumble to pieces. 

Jason murmurs against your right ear while Roy coos against your left, both rubbing light circles against your back. You allow Roy to pick you up and immediately nuzzle against his freckled, still sticky neck from remnants of his workout. Roy deposits you onto Jason’s lap and you waste no time curling into his neck, which smells a hell of a lot better than Roy’s. 

He comes back with a med kit and hands it to Jason, “I’ll be right back. I need to check on Lian.” You visibly pout, not missing the pitiful looks they send your way. 

You hate it. Hate that they can see you so vulnerable, no matter how many walls you put up, while they both remain surrounded by fortresses.

Your bottom lip quivers under their careful concern and soon enough, you’re forced to shove your head into the crook of Jason’s to stifle your sobs. You’ve done enough damage to that little girl already; she doesn’t need to hear you wailing, too.

Again, the only words that seem to make it past the thick lump in your throat is, 'sorry' as your tears and snot steadily leak onto Jason’s shirt. Nevertheless, Jason pulls you tight against him and lets you cry it out.

Eventually, your pounding headache overcomes your ability to cry and you sit there sniffling until Roy returns. "Sorry for being such a crybaby."

“You aren't a crybaby,” Jason assures you.

“You’ve even said it yourself,” You lamely remind him of what he’d said after the manor party. 

Roy chuckles fondly at the memory, but you cut it off with a single, pointed glare in his direction. He puts his hands up in faux surrender and starts playing gently with your hair. You can’t help but melt into his delicate touch.

“That was about Bruce, Joker is a different story,” Jason points out, all while watching your interaction with a tender gaze. “Listen, neither of us are mad at you, so you can stop with all of the apologies.”

You don’t recall much of eating, let alone how the Tom Kha tastes as your body floats through the motions. You want to will away the remaining tendrils of terror the Joker holds over you, but they refuse to relinquish themselves over your thoughts.

“I bet you’re drained. Let’s get you to bed.” You allow them to lead you to the bathroom, drifting weightlessly behind them in the auto-pilot-like haze your body has shut down into.

You don’t even bother with your routine as you strip from your clothes and gratefully accept the t-shirt Roy throws your way. You take off your underwear with little shame and throw it in their hamper before slipping into their bed in between them.

You ignore their widened eyes as you shamelessly curl into Jason’s firm chest, leaving their eyes to widen even more. Roy quickly gathers his bearings and moves to attach himself around your back like a leech. This is how you all end up falling asleep. 

•••

The light filters through the large window in their room and you hiss at it as you curl further into the body next to you, breathing in their addicting morning scent and moan.

“Mmm. Good morning to you too, princess.” 

You crack open a tired eye to see Roy’s lazy smile coupled with messy red hair splayed out against the pillow you're sharing.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Roy.” 

He snorts, drawing you closer to his chest, which you easily let him. From this close, it’s easy to ignore the aching remains of your pounding headache from last night. You feel the remnants of nausea from your episode, but you don’t want to worry him with anything.

You whine when he gets up and motion for him to carry you, “Jesus, you’re just as bad as Lian.”

You roll your eyes and laugh when he comes up to pick you up bridal style. 

“Thank you,” You reply earnestly, knowing you only would’ve made a fool of yourself if you’d gotten up with your legs feeling as unsteady as they do.

Roy carries you past Jason, who’s playing dolls with Lian on the floor, to set you down on the couch before plopping down next to you. You lounge on the couch, half watching as they play some sort of Barbie gladiator brawl Lian had created and half spacing out until.

Eventually, Jason sets the Raquelle doll down and makes to leave.

“I need to go over some stuff for work, so I’m going to head out,” Jason says as he stands, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans as he does so. “Is that okay?”

You startle when his eyes meet yours, drawing you from your thoughts. 

“Me?” You ask unsurely, looking at him in confusion. “You’re asking me?”

He shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but you see right through him, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You startle slightly when he walks over and leans down to embrace you. You’re barely able to return the gesture before he heads off to get dressed as if nothing had even happened in the first place, leaving you completely stupefied.

This? This is something you could definitely get used to.

The entire day, much to Lian’s chagrin, is a never-ending downpour, effectively eliminating any hopes of hers to go to the park like she’d been begging about ever since two days ago. It's all for the best, considering you hardly have energy left after last night and your body will hardly cooperate as is. Eventually, Lian gives up on toys and cartoons and snuggles you extra hard. 

Meanwhile, Roy starts up a game you’ve never heard of and offers you the controller, “Wanna play, babe?”

As a force of habit, you automatically look around for Jason to see if he’s heard but quickly remember that it’s just you and Roy. You smile lightly, rejecting the controller in favor of cuddling into his side. He allows you to easily, even going as far as to draw you closer to his side when he maneuvers his arm to be around you while still being able to play.

You and Lian watch Roy in sleepy silence as he fails the same boss fight six times in a row before you shift with a tiny laugh and grab the controller, “You’re not paying attention to your health and you’re shi-sucky at dodging. Give me this thing.”

“Sure thing, princess,” You blush as he continues to stare at you even after you’ve unpaused the game. “Are you feeling any better?”

You bite your lip, content to focus on the virtual battle at hand while escaping from your internal battle until Roy asks. You allow yourself to get lost in the game just a bit longer until Lian squirms against you to face you with an exaggerated pout face that rivals your own from the night before.

“Hey! Dad asked you a question!” You try to stifle your giggle at her sleep-ridden, slightly slurred sentence, but she hears it anyway. She furthers her pout by crossing her arms petulantly.

“You’re right,” You pause the game to pet her hair gently before turning your head to face a grinning Roy. 

He still has you trapped with his arm around your shoulder and uses the position to gently drag his prosthetic finger in tantalizing, nearly ticklish circles. You couldn’t get any closer to him unless you were actually sitting on top of him, which didn’t sound awful at all, yet you fruitlessly tried to close any remaining gaps between you as you squirm your side further into his warmth.

“Good,” She pokes you in the stomach and you flinch slightly at the pressure. “Now tell dad you’re sorry.” 

You look from her to Roy and internally curse as your cheeks heat up.

Roy’s shit-eating grin is enough to have you rolling your eyes, but your blush speaks volumes as to how you’re actually feeling about the situation, “Sorry, Roy.”

“Who’s Roy?” Lian squints at you like you’re slow. “That's dad.”

Roy snorts and you’re two seconds from beating his ass, but you appease Lian nonetheless, “Sorry, dad.”

“How sweet,” Roy coos your name and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up and over to meet his gaze. You gulp lightly. 

Your eyes flicker from the deep green of his eyes all the way to his red, blush-stained lips.

“Do you ‘cept her apology, dad?”

“I do,” His voice rasps lowly as it fans across your face, which is now mere inches away from your own.

“Good,” She huffs. You feel her settle back into your side, but you're entirely focused on Roy. “Now answer the question.”

“How old are you again?” You joke.

She settles back into your hold and motions for you to continue.

“I’m tired and still scared and tired of being scared… So it’s just a lot. It’s hard to talk about s’all.” You mutter out the last part, wanting desperately to get back to the game, but Roy takes the controller from your hands before you can.

“Remember when you said being scared is normal?” You groan when Lian throws your own affirmations back at you. You don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a difference between being a toddler robbed at gunpoint and you, a grown-ass woman who still can’t get over something from years ago. “I love you,” She says finally. 

At her unexpected admission, you and Roy share a quick glance with each other, leaving her to fret as if she's said a bad word. Roy pauses his game and focuses his attention solely on you and Lian next to him, leaving you to blush under his watchful green eyes. 

“I love you too,” You uncurl partially from Roy’s side to draw her to you in a half hug. “Now, come nap with me.”

“No, naps are for babies.” She giggles as she attempts to flee from your arms. You only put up a little fight before letting her run across the couch to the opposite side.

“Hey! I’m not a baby.” You hold up your hands like she’s forcing a secret out of you, “All I’m saying is that Superboy loves naps.” 

She stops suddenly in your grasp and you know you have her.

“You don’t know that,” She insists petulantly but crawls back into your arms, anyway like she can't decide if you're lying or not. 

You’ve never really hung out with Roy alone and it's nice to know that, even after all these years, it isn’t awkward at all. Even if most of the day has been spent in silence, Roy still manages to make you feel at ease. It's incredibly endearing, though you’ll never admit it out loud. You find yourself truly basking in your time with him and Lian.

You don’t know when you doze off, but a particular booming thunder startles you from your nap. You nearly snuggle back into your sleep when you hear two sets of snores harmonizing above the sound of the torrential downpour outside. You shift, stirring Roy from his sleep.

He shoots you a questioning brow as you untangle yourself from the two sleepy Harper’s to stand. 

“I need to shower,” You whisper and lean over his slumped form to absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. 

You try to ignore how easily he leans into your touch, how delicately his red lashes flutter closed against his freckled cheeks, but you can’t. In fact, it’s all you can think about as you go through the motions of washing and drying yourself until you realize you’re naked in their room with the door unlocked.

You quickly get dressed in a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt you find folded on the dresser that smells intensely of some sort of woodsy cologne before returning to the living room. You easily snatch the controller from Roy’s grip and take over with a challenging smirk. “What?”

“You,” He flicks you roughly on the nose, “are lucky my etai yazi is here and I can’t curse.”

“Whatever,” You stick your tongue out at him only to gasp as he grabs it. “Heh! S’not hair!”

“What was that, princess? Something about it not being fair? Didn’t quite catch that.” It’s his turn to smirk as he leans in, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yeh, a weal puthy,” You jest back.

He erupts into a fit of laughter and you manage to free your tongue in the process, but he grabs hold of part of the controller, “You’re still annoying as ever, I see.”

You huff, securing your grasp on it, “Yeah, same to you.”

“Cliche,” He smugly tugs the controller towards himself.

You tug it right back, “Roy, it’s touché.”

“Oh,” He sheepishly ruffles his hair. “Well, touché touché then!”

You giggle lightly, watching as his face softens at the delicate noise, “That’s not even how it works!” 

He snatches the controller from you and springs from the couch to get away from your grasp. He holds it above your head, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of jumping for it like he’s undoubtedly waiting for. Instead, you stomp his foot, effectively bringing the controller back down to your height. relinquishing his hold on it. You quickly grab it and waste no time racing back to the couch where Lian, who's managed to sleep throughout the whole ordeal, is still snoring.

“Not fair,” He whines as he rubs soothingly at his foot. “You played dirty!”

“What other games do you have?” You ignore his pain in lieu of moving to crouch in front of their TV stand. You make quick work of flipping through the disks you see, but nothing catches your eye- that is, until… “Oh, no way, you have Skate 3?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roy rubs his face mirthfully while he watches you bend down on all fours to reach for the game that's stuck between the wall and the console.

You finally manage to grab it and stick the disk in and try to crawl backward when Jason walks in to see Roy seriously eyeing your ass and joins in. “Damn.”

You startle at Jason’s deep voice, hitting your head on the shelf you’d been reaching under in the process, “Shit!” You want to absolutely disappear as you're forced to wiggle backward until your head is clear of the offending shelf. You stand up as soon as you're free of the damned TV stand. 

“You good?”

“Mhm,” You nod a bit too quickly and bristle when they start to chuckle. “Shut up.”

“Daddy!” Lian rushes up to Jason, who lifts her up into a spin. You catch Roy beaming out of the corner of your eyes and feel a pang of longing in your stomach. “You got us McDonald's?”

Lian scurries off with her happy meal with an excited screech that you can’t help but laugh at.

Roy ruffles her hair as she rushes by him before going over to kiss Jason. “How was work, baby?”

Jason set down the greasy bag of food on the counter. “Unproductive.”

“Oh,” The sound of disappointment in Roy’s voice matches the look on Jason’s face. “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. Same shit for me too; don’t forget that.”

You nod, knowing the feeling. Or, well, at least you think you do from what you're picking up on.

In the stress of the last day or so, you’d completely blown off one of your gigs. Even though shit was hitting the fan and you technically didn’t have an apartment, you know you'll still probably be forced to pay out the remainder of your lease. Plus, it's not like you can just force yourself on their household and become another financial burden to them when they already have Lian to look after. 

Hell, you're already taking up space in their literal bed. You can’t not help out financially if you continue to live here but damn… You're going to go broke. 

It's a fear of yours after having lived with thieves. It's the whole reason you went to college and graduated early- you can't afford to be like them. You won't allow it. And yet, here you are, neglecting work.

“Why is our daughter playing Skate of all god-forsaken games?” You follow Jason’s gaze to the couch, where Lian is poking at the controller with half an apple slice half sticking out of her mouth.

“Lian, do a kickflip!” You snatch a sandwich out of the bag and go over to where she’s randomly mashing the buttons yet somehow nailing the moves. 

You all finish dinner quickly and they disappear off into the room while you finish the skate competition you started before yawning. It's definitely time for bed. You slump down to the floor to turn off their Xbox and follow after them. 

At first, you don’t notice anything as you go about rifling through one of their dressers for a sleep shirt. You still don't notice anything when you toe off your panties and throw them in the hamper. It’s only when you’re checking if the coast is clear to slip off your shirt that you hear it.

Jason’s soft, needy moans, Roy’s satisfied grunts alongside the slapping of wet skin together.

No fucking way.

You think about Roy’s rosy, damp skin from the other day and can’t help the moan that escapes. At the realization that the only thing between you and their naked bodies was a singular, thin wall, you bite your bottom lip.

You feel your clit throb in response to their escalating noises and know that if you’re about to do what you’re thinking about, you better do it fucking quick. 

You already feel close as the memories of your previous session in this room flood to your mind while the real sounds play out from the bathroom next door. The image of Jason bottoming for Roy while your shampoo and body wash still pollutes the bathroom only spurs on your imagination that they want you, that they're doing this on purpose, that it isn’t just an obsession.

You force yourself to move in time to their audible thrusts, not even bothering to cover up the obscene noises sputtering from your mouth the closer you get.

Their rhythm picks up and you tremble as you force yourself to follow along with the toe-curling pace. You know it's only a matter of time before the pressure building icily in the heat in your lower abdomen releases.

“Fuck me,” You hiss as you quite literally think about that.

You know you’re completely fucked when Roy’s voice cracks pathetically around Jason’s name, echoing for your pleasure as it bounces around the tiled room.

You're still coming down from your high when they emerge nonchalantly. You quickly close your legs together when you hear Roy ask if you're in the room.

“Oh, damn,” Jason says. The sight of your trembling form on their bed is all the answer they need.

“I guess you guys did figure out how to fuck with me here,” Roy drops his dumbfounded look and the towel he's rubbing his hair with to chuckle in disbelief. 

Your face flushes as he openly stares over the naked expanse of your legs tangled in their sheets. You tug the hem of Roy’s t-shirt you borrowed but realize quickly that it hardly covers anything anyway and release it in favor of covering the scar you’d bloodied earlier.

This apparently pisses Jason off. “What would you say to me if I covered up my scars?” He raises a pointed brow at the action, joining you on the bed in only his boxers.

“Why would you do that?" You stare at him quizzically as if it's obvious, which, for you, it is. "They look hot.” 

He draws back, seemingly dumbfounded that you've said such a thing. 

Hell, even you're surprised with yourself as your hand subconsciously smacks itself over your mouth as a barrier to prevent any further stupidity from leaking out.

“Told you, Jay,” Roy says smugly.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Roy gulps under the sudden heat of your eyes, “Hiding your fucking prosthetic from me like I’m some shallow bitch.”

You look down at your hand in betrayal. Wasn't it atop your mouth to stop the bullshit from spewing?

It's Roy's turn to look completely baffled, “That’s not what it is at all, princess.”

“Well then,” You begin fiddling with the covers, “seems like we’ve all got our shit then, so leave me be.” You huff but still pull Jason close to you. You're glad when he doesn’t put up a fight as you draw the covers over the two of you.

You feel the heat of Jason’s cheeks as he blushes, drawing him into you while pressing yourself against his boyfriend. You lightly nudge Roy to put his arm around you to cuddle, which he obliges easily. 

You fall asleep with the remains of your orgasm coating your inner thighs.

•••

When you wake up in the middle of the night, both sides of the bed are cold and completely empty. In your sleep-hazed panic, along with the scalding memories of the attacks over the past few days, your first instinct is to check that Lian’s safe.

Your feet quietly carry you across the hall only to find her dead asleep in her bed. You move to close her door softly and go back to sleep when you hear a window latch from the main room. 

You tense, freezing as you wait for further noise and, when none comes, you race back to the master bedroom to look around for a weapon. You know these motherfuckers are strapped, but where would they hide it? You quickly find a loaded gun, rolling your eyes when you find it nestled amongst a shit ton of lube and dildos in Jason’s nightstand. You force yourself to push their earlier session in the shower from your head as you wield the gun. 

A gun would definitely do a lot more damage than a ginger root… Jason's words of warning come to mind while you survey the hallway, ultimately finding nothing.

The foreign weight of the metal serves as a constant reminder that you have absolutely no idea how to wield the damn thing.

Your hands shake slightly as you gather the courage to check around the corner, only to immediately retreat. You only barely manage to withhold your terrified gasp as you press yourself against the hallway wall at the sight of a giant shadow moving across the living room.

Shit.

Your breathing halts without your permission.

There's a groan, then a voice shushing.

Your eyes widen owlishly. There's two of them?

Your head slowly peaks around the corner to confirm that, yes, there are two men in the apartment.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Oh, motherfuckingfuck.

You steel yourself, realizing you're going to have to confront them sooner rather than later.

Does the universe really want you dead this bad?

You see the first man fiddling with the lamp by the couch and figure that, while his friend is still hanging halfway through the window, this is the best time to make a move. 

The first man's back is to your position and you soon realize that now's the time to attack. You use the darkness as your cover, avoiding the squeaky spots on their hardwood floors as you traverse behind their various pieces of furniture until you reach the end of your cover.

It's now or never.

The dude looks to be well over six feet tall from where you stand, but you won’t let his height nor your semi-naked state phase you. You’ve dealt with worse. Much worse... You shake your head, dispelling your spiraling thoughts in order to ready yourself for the attack.

You manage to muster up the courage as you avoid the last weak spot on the floor. You press the loaded gun into the dude’s back just as he flicks on the lamp.

The light clicks on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the scene unfolding in front of your very eyes. It's only then that you’re actually able to make out your attacker’s features.

Red Hood.

You gasp at the realization, cursing yourself instantly when his head snaps your way.

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” Red Hood robotically tones while holding up his hands in lax surrender. You don't falter, keeping your aim steady on his back, even going so far as to press the gun further into the leather of his jacket.

“Or just in general might be nice,” You retort deadpan as you position yourself in a way that creates a buffer between the two men and the hallway. “Just because you’ve saved me doesn’t mean I won’t cap your ass for breaking and entering, buddy.” You nod at the man who's still hanging halfway in the window and halfway out, “I’m talking to you too, arrow boy.”

He groans again, whether in pain or embarrassment, you aren’t sure, but it’s enough of a distraction for Red Hood to flip around and disassemble your gun before you can even realize it’s been taken from your hands. 

You stare up at him, completely shocked and, deep down, a bit turned on.

You’re weaponless and Lian’s door is the first door in the hallway.

Okay, no. Not turned on- you're scared as fuck. Who are you kidding?

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He pushes you lightly down on the couch and, in your shock, you let him. 

You remember your outfit choice too late and quickly tug the hem down over your crotch as far as it'll go, but whatever he’s seen, he’s seen. The damage is done, but, true to his word and regardless of your undressed state, it doesn’t seem like he's going to hurt you.

“Stay put,” He warns and retreats backward toward the slumped-over form of the arrow dude from the coffee shop. You watch as Red Hood lifts the man with some effort, shaking your head when you realize how many questions this is prompting.

“If you’re not here to hurt me, why are you here, then?” 

“You were right,” Red Hood’s warbled, robotic voice sounds against the silence of the apartment while he carries the slumped man over his shoulder, ignoring your question entirely.

You click your tongue in annoyance, crossing your arms as you get up to follow behind him petulantly. Just who does he think he is walking around the apartment like he fucking owns it?

“I know.” But you don’t know; you just like being told you're right.

He makes a robotic noise you assume, no, hope, is amusement as he sets arrow dude down on the kitchen island and turns on the main light. 

You maintain a wary distance from Red Hood as you go to check on the man bleeding all over the countertop Jason had just cleaned. You quickly piece together that it’s most likely Roy, as you’re almost certain that it’s a match to his prosthetic hand. Your revelation still doesn’t explain why Red Hood's here, though. 

“Roy?” You try. He nods, slipping off his domino mask to look at you. Your heart stops beating for the second time tonight. His eyes are wincing in pain and you look down to find a dagger embedded in his thigh.

“We owe you an explanation,” Roy says, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion as to who exactly the 'we’ in this situation is.

Roy and Red Hood??

You look over at the hulking, helmeted man in question quizzically, wishing he’d just up and leave already.

You let the silence of the situation settle over you. 

You look away from his red helmet and take Roy’s prosthetic hand into your own, turning it over in a brief inspection, “Think I’ve heard that one before.” You keep an even gaze on them from the corner of your eyes, “Don’t think I ever actually got one.” 

You sigh as you set his hand back down on the counter, turning to meet both of their stares. 

The vigilantes in front of you seem to cower under your heavy gaze, which, under any other circumstances, would be totally comical, but you can’t ruin the hold you have over them when you have them right where you want them.

They aren’t getting out of it this time; you're going to make sure of it. 

Your mind is already racing with speculations and connections after Roy’s vigilante reveal. Soon, your conspiracy-like theories quickly spin from your head and into an audible, verbal mess.

“So if you’re arrow dude…” The wheels are turning so loudly in your head that you don’t even hear Roy’s groan of shame. “Then,” Your eyes keep shifting between as your thoughts race around Jason and Roy's matching duffle bags and odd hours. “And then��� What?” You thought back to the Wayne family teaching you self-defense. All that bullshit about 'hostage training' was all cover up for... “Wait, no.” And the Wayne Gala, which meant- Damian… No, Bruce, Jason, “No way.” 

You finally come to a conclusion, blinking owlishly at the men in front of you. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

A/N: dun dun DUUUUNN let me know what ur thinking i promise i dont bite :p

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More Witch Hunter AU ideas

Just in case you don’t know, the witch hunter au is where Jason found an old occult book as a kid and accidentally sold his soul for “superpowers” aka witchcraft.

When he made the deal, the demon gave him a little guidebook with basic spells. As he discovered more and more by himself, he added notes to the book until it became his grimoire. He even enchanted it so that the reader has to say a certain phrase in order to read it, otherwise it just looks like a copy of The Crucible. He read it sophomore year and thought it was ironic.

Jason’s room if FULL of books on local flora and fauna he uses for spells/brews/enchantments. He’s very good friends with the old woman a few blocks down who has a huge garden. She says he can take whatever he needs as long as he doesn’t harm the plants (spoiler alert, she’s also a witch).

There’s a hierarchy of religious things that can harm him. From least to greatest, it’s biblical allusions, holy ground, Bible/prayer spoken aloud, silver, crosses/rosaries, blessed things (i.e. holy water and priests).

Going into a church makes him weak at first, but if he stays longer he gets nauseous and almost delirious. Holy water burns him the longer it touches him, and an exorcism from a priest could actually kill him if done right. None of these leave physical marks except silver, because I think it’s neat.

On the topic of silver, Jason don’t show up in some mirrors and cameras that have silver components. Old mirrors, for example, are backed with silver so he doesn’t have a reflection in them. They’re kind of rare though, so he doesn’t have to worry about it too much.

Jason is very conflicted about not having a soul, it’s something he thinks about a lot. Eddie, on the other hand, likes to bring up the point of what exactly is a soul? If he still feels and acts the same it doesn’t really matter.

Also, the demonic contract is tattooed on his back and his arms. It’s long. However, he can choose who sees it. It’s always visible to him, but no one else can see it, except for Eddie because of the whole blessed thing.

Jason also prefers long sleeved shirts so he doesn’t have to look at the contact every time he sees his skin. He has a lot of long-sleeved sportswear and his teammates just think he has bad circulation or something.

When I say Eddie is blessed, he’s actually, like, angelically blessed. It’s like witchcraft except god-approved and he cannot harm. He can do some cool neat shit like create floating lights, make shields, and heal people with holy power. He also naturally repels anything satanic, meaning he can’t do witchcraft and it doesn’t work on him.

He gets the better end of the stick though, because he remains unaffected by satanic materials while Jason is very affected by holy ones. For example, any spell Jason tries to cast with or on Eddie ricochets back to him painfully while Eddie has zero side effects.

Jason has healing spells and shield spells and things like that, but none of them work if he tries to use them against holy materials. Any wounds he gets from touching silver or crosses, or being on holy ground? He can’t heal those.

Side note but kind of on the same page: his blood is slightly darker than a normal person’s. You can’t notice if you’re not looking for it, but it’s just enough that it looks almost fake if you see it.

Jason doesn’t like to cast spells on people, but he generally enjoys spellcraft and witchcraft in general. He thinks it’s useful and kind of fun whenever he’s not thinking about what a horrible mistake he made and how he’s guaranteed Hell when he dies.

Chrissy is the only other person who knows about him being a witch. They’re not dating in this au, Jason has a lot more things to worry about than his love life. She helps cover for him in the situations where his parents want him to go to church with them.

His parents aren’t really active churchgoers, they go every once in a while on special occasions like confirmations and baptisms and holidays. So far, Jason’s been coming up with random excuses for why he can’t go with them to church.

At some point, the congregation finds out he’s a witch and, yknow because satanic panic is a thing, they freak out. They force Jason into the church to try to baptize him to make him “pure” again. It does not go well.

Eddie has to literally drag him out of the church because he’s almost unconscious and borderline delirious. He tries to heal him, but it just makes everything worse because it’s holy power.

If I ever write this, I’d probably want an ending where Jason is able to find a loophole in the co tract where he gets his soul back but is able to keep doing witchcraft. Because why not.

#jason carver #eddie x jason #jason x eddie #munver #eddie munson #witch hunter au #stranger things

[luna-lilium-nineteenth]

Weird vivid covid fever dream I just woke up from in a sweat…..

* a sort of post apocalyptic world where we live off artificially created food.

* Weird kinda blade runner/futuristic/high rise/ concentrate jungle setting

* There’s s a weird couple who used to pretend their head was a milk cartoon because they loved tea so much - that was just a quirky characteristic at first. But food is so precious here because we ran out before. So this isolated couple would hide away at home doing this as a joke with each other and would do it to hide their face from society when answering door as they were very introverted and anxious. It was weird behaviour but it was accepted. But eventually they grew passed this behaviour - I think they food was changed and it “healed” them. Unnaturally so.

* Some main guy (who I swear was Bruce Willis or similar) saved everyone somehow (can’t remember) so they resurrected him, which is something the higher uppers can do with all this weird fancy food.

* I was at the market, catching fish (that were basically just eels with goldfish scales) on sticks for entertainment, but on the inside I didn’t like it as it was hurting the fish so was trying to catch them safely from the shallow water to rescue them without the weird stick so I didn’t cut them. I was getting annoyed as this woman was catching them in a creepy way (immersed in the water and scooping them up to her face - I think she was trying to eat them). Then the water just kept getting higher. There was meant to be some water there it was part of an overflow for the drains and that’s why the fish were loose there as the drain was a little blocked.

* The marketplace suddenly flooded like a flash flood, some police guy said it was a ‘serpent’ in the drain blocking the water so the market flooded. I accidentally stood on some of the fish/eels/snakes going down the steps to get onto the hill just next to the little drainage corner we were catching fish at, in order to get away as the water rose. I felt awful and guilty but was dragged away. The water started to rise insanely fast and some all direction too as we ran up the steep hill to get away, it came crashing over bridges and out of shop doors.

* The guy who’s trunk I was with who had the business of (catching fish or whatever) was upset he couldn’t save his business the police guy said as we escaped it’s okay there were witnesses and cctv showing the incident so he can aim on insurance people must believe it as so many saw it, but unfortunately his business/truck is gone forever now.

* We got back to the weird main city which is where most people lived and it’s like a shopping mall with escalators everywhere checking people in to different levels on based on status and ID. Bruce Willis guy there recently resurrected, gets a massive vip upgrade. Guy at the check point uses tokens to buy Bruce guy a drink and himself one. It’s a weird blue gloop drink. And Bruce Willis is so grateful and shocked at the kindness. (Just why was this guy Bruce Willis? Why brain? Why? The dream I had before features the Rock and Jason Statham [who was oddly very short])

* I’m in the mall complex near food halls or something. Some posh rich women complaining about food rotting, eats an apple and shows the police people what’s happening. For some reason there’s a giant half apple on display. She touches it and it instantly rots - like it looks like bruises on a banana. I do the same and the same happens. But she’s hungry, she can’t ignore the hunger and she eats the rotting apple in her hand anyway. She starts to go grey and I think she collapses. But the scene in my head cuts back to my flat where my friends are.

* So back at flat several of my friends who were at the market (or had been in close contact with someone from there?) starting to realise the food they touch instantly rots. Neighbours over the way desperately hungry banging on door in creepy way asking for food saying how many times they gave them food before. They eventually broke in. They stole some food and it was rotting as they touched it but they still ingested it. They were an odd couple who everyone loved but some time ago they cut their own throats and for some reason they were resurrected (not for fame or as reward for good acts but maybe for experimentation) and as they’re eating their old scars return and grow stronger in definition and their skin turns grey. The woman suddenly has the milk carton on her head and puts head under shirt pretending she’s a milk head, husband says “haha I haven’t seen you do that in a long time” in a hoarse voice then picks up the milk and realises she isn’t pretending and she has no head, it fell off but she didn’t fully die so she put the carton there. Then he turned grey too. Then they both of them just disintegrated into nothing. And only their clothes were left. At this point I woke up. But I woke knowing some other random background details even though I didn’t see and hear something in the dream to tell me so.

* The hungrier people got the more they would rot. And it was only happening to people who were at the market. But somehow me and my flat friends were not super hungry.

* And I don’t know what happened to the Bruce Willis lookalike but I think he didn’t have the rot effect either despite being a resurrected person.

Moral of the dream… Basically we should stop artificially messing with food so much and live more naturally… yeah, cool. Either that or I should take some more paracetamol to reduce my fever and mark weird dreams down as a weird side effect of covid.

#fever dream #dream #weird dream #book idea maybe

[moonlit-imagines]

Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

taglist: @thatwaspossession // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove // @kinoko-kai //

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[supersilversleuth]

Your Words Aren’t Real (So Why Do They Hurt So Much?) by SuperSilverSpy

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dick Grayson & Batfamily members, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson Whump, Whump, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, I seem to be doing a lot of that these days…, Whumptober 2021, Mind Control, fear toxin, Hallucinations, anyway, Angst, SuperSilverSpy, SilverGrayson, SilverWhump, Taunting, Insults, ”who did this to you?”

Summary:

“Sometimes I wish you were my father, but I know you could never be. Bruce will always be my real father. You were just an inadequate stand-in.”

Dick choked, barely noticing the swift kick to his ribs before he was already stumbling back, ducking around Steph’s fist as he fought to regain his balance.

“You were a terrible brother,” said the voices of Jason and Tim. “All you ever did with me was make mistakes.”

OR Mind Control with a heaping of Angst

No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT… taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

Series:

Part 3 of 2021 Most Whumperful Time of the Year - Dick Grayson-centric

Language: English Words: 1,645 Chapters: 1/1

Nightwing awoke in a warehouse, surrounded by Batman, Red Hood, Robin, Spoiler, and Red Robin. They were all passed out on the ground, strange devices wrapped around their heads. They seemed relatively unharmed, not a bruise or laceration or twisted limb in sight.  He sighed in relief.

Looking around, Dick noted the absence of visible hostiles. He turned to Robin, who was closest to him and inspected the device around boy’s head; whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.  He felt along the smooth metal, searching (or feeling) for a way to remove it.

A moment later, several ding! sounds echoed in the warehouse, emitting from the head devices. Damian’s eyes opened, glowing a vibrant yellow. Dick backed up as the rest of his family began to rise around him. He knew mind control when he saw it, though that didn’t stop him from asking, “Uh…guys? You still in there?”

Their faces remained  expressionless as they turned threateningly towards him.

“Guess not,” he answered himself. “Looks like it’s just another exciting day in the life of the great and eternally stressed out Nightwing.”

He’d probably have to come up with yet another insightful and compelling speech to snap them out of it, par for the course for him at this point. Oh but how he wished it wasn’t. Every single time somebody in his family got brainwashed, or mind-controlled, or possessed (all of which happened way more often than it should), he was pretty much always the one to talk them down, or get beaten up and nearly killed for his efforts. It had reached a point where he wondered if Bruce was actively trying to get one of Dick’s siblings to accidentally kill him.

Well, at least one thing was different this time—he was facing off against five family members at once, instead of one, or two, or his entire f***ing team. But that was a story for another day.

Maybe, he could actually fight close to his full capability against them, without too much fear of hurting them. He didn’t have to knock them out or sedate them after all, he just needed to damage those device things around their heads.

Hood lunged at him first, guns drawn. Dick dodged, wrenching one of the man’s guns away with a grunt. He threw it across the room, knowing it did nothing for him in close quarters combat wherein he was attempting not to hurt, kill, or maim any of his would-be killers. There was no time for him to contemplate Jason’s likely reaction to the discovery of his ruined gun that would surely come later. Batman was already springing into action, fists swinging through the air in an unnaturally aimed-to-kill way.

Dick flipped around, dodging attacks from the two. He needed to bide his time, wait for the right opportunity to strike. He tried to electrocute them to short-circuit their metal head-band device things, but it didn’t really seem to do anything. He did, however, manage to get in a good hit to Jason’s head, which disoriented the man—and likely the person in control of him. Bruce went down next, Dick slipping the man’s belt out from around his waist in a move no one else in the world knew, and throwing a flash bomb in his face.

Pocketting what he could from the belt before tossing that too away (the emergency beacon didn’t work), he turned to face his new opponents. Spoiler and Robin, the short little duo wreaking havoc to his right, with Bruce and Jason getting back up on his left.

Whoever was controlling his family wasn’t the best at it, though forcing them to attempt murder against their own instincts was a feat in itself.

“You failed me,” said two very familiar voices in unison. It was Bruce and Damian.

Dick was so startled he almost didn’t manage to dodge the sneak attack Red Robin was attempting from behind.

“You failed the mission, our mission, you’ve failed the family I’ve given you, and the city I put in your responsibility.” It was just Bruce now, speaking blankly, words flowing out with no restraint.

Dick swallowed, but forced himself to ignore the man, ignore the words. It was probably just a program to detect negative emotion associated with thoughts of Nightwing and force the mind-controlled victim to...to say the thoughts out loud. Logically, he knew this.

Logic couldn’t prepare him for what came next.

“Sometimes I wish you were my father, but I know you could never be. Bruce will always be my real father. You were just an inadequate stand-in.”

Dick choked, barely noticing the swift kick to his ribs before he was already stumbling back, ducking around Steph’s fist as he fought to regain his balance.

“You were a terrible brother,” said the voices of Jason and Tim. “All you ever did with me was make mistakes.”

His vision had blurred at some point in time, he wasn’t sure when. A fist slammed into his jaw, a bow staff swiped at his feet. Purple flashed in the corner of his vision as his wrist was brutally snapped. Dick opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“They say never meet your heroes. I guess they were right then, hmmm? Except you were never my hero, and yet you still managed to disappoint me anyway.” Steph’s tone was sharp and biting as she jammed a shuriken into his shoulder.

Dick pushed her away, doing a messy backflip to land on Bruce, using what little momentum he had to push off towards Jason, tackling him for the umpteenth time.

“You were unfit to be a mentor, just look at you now. And the students become the masters…” said the scathing voices of Dami, Steph, and Tim. Laughter echoed in his ears, sounding cruelly amused. No, this wasn’t them, they would never say such things…

“Oh it’s all true,” said a voice from behind him, Jay’s voice. “What is it, Goldie, can’t handle the pressure?”

Dick tried in vain to block the voices out, focusing just long enough to knock the device around Tim’s head askew.

The boy fell to the ground, reality mixing with fantasy as Tim’s eyes looked up at him, cold and lifeless, as blood pooled around Tim’s twisted body, as if he’d fallen… Corpse-pale lips parted, harsh words spilling out onto unforgiving ground, “You think I’m just like you, but you’re wrong. I’m better. You couldn’t beat me if you tried. I’m too pure, somehow untainted by your doomed soul, even after all this time.”

Crazed laughter echoed in Dick’s ears, even as he blinked and saw Tim as he actually was, lying unconscious—and alive, on the ground.

“Look at that, failing to protect those you love most? You’re worthless to them, and to me. I should never have taken you in.” The words were growled in a familiar deep register, and yet...the tone was unusually cruel—

Dick found himself sprawled on the ground, back still smarting from where he’d been kicked. He struggled to his good hand and knees, only to hear the sound of a gun cocking. He looked up. Jason stood above him, Steph and Damian on either side.

“Tt, Grayson, always so pathetic.” For a moment, Dami seemed to be wearing an older version of his uniform, from when he was still Dick’s Robin…

Steph tossed her hair back, giggling, and Dick saw her in a different costume, that of Robin, and then it changed to Batgirl. Gah, he was so confused.

She wasn’t. “You’re not going to make it this time around. How does it feel knowing we’d all be glad? You’ve hurt us more than helped us, Dick. It’s time you’ve faced that fact.”

Jason smirked down at him. “Any last words? We all know you don’t deserve them, but, well,” he smirked, “I’m feeling charitable today.”

Dick lunged upward, body tensed as if to tackle, arms outstretched as if to hug. Dick himself wasn’t quite sure what it was meant to be, what he wanted anymore…

Bang!

The gun went off, bullet burying itself in Dick’s side.

Three pairs of feet began to kick at his prone body from all sides. He curled in on himself, clutching desperately at the bullet wound, mind hazy with blood loss and something...else… A scraping noise, close to his ear. Dick barely registered it through the pain of the systematic blows raining down. Another pair of feet entered his vision, Bruce’s Batman boots. Dick panicked, using one hand to staunch the blood flow while the other went to his neck, to where he instinctively knew the real problem was. There was a device, attached to his neck, like a mini version of what the others had, but missing a few parts. He yanked it off, and immediately, he heard the thumps of his hopefully just unconscious family members falling to the ground.

Dick squinted at the device, as he felt himself joining them in the land of darkness. A familiar scarecrow label stared back at him, Jervis Tetch craftsmanship was practically written all over the thing as well…

—

Jason woke, groggy and disoriented. He found himself amongst other bats, all lying on the floor in a circle like some kind of crazy sorcerer spell gone wrong. The others were slowly waking, blinking and shaking their heads as if to clear the fog away. And in the middle of it all, at the center of their little coming-back-to-the-land-of-the-living circle, lay Dick Grayson, covered in blood, close to passing out.

The guy was nearly unrecognizable, but Jason would recognize that ridiculous hairstyle anywhere. Scrambling over to his brother’s side, Jason ignored the way the room spun, placing a hand on Dick’s shoulder and looking down at the man, brow pinched in concern.

“Dickie?” he asked, “Who did this to you?”

#Whumptober 2021 #no.3 #STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT… #taunting #insults #“Who did this to you?” #Batman - All Media Types #DCU #Fic #Mind Control #Hallucinations #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #Stephanie Brown #Tim Drake #Hurt Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson Whump #Dick Grayson-centric #SuperSilverSleuth #SilverGrayson #SilverWhump

[timelesslords]

surprise! Under Freezing Stars Chapter 31.5

Remember how on monday I said there might be a surprise with the regular update? Well this is it! I had a feeling people were going to want to see this particular scene play out and since Annabeth wasn’t conscious for it I gave writing from Percy’s perspective a go. It didn’t quite fit in the main narrative and I didn’t want to deviate from Annabeth’s perspective in the main fic, so I’m only posting it on tumblr as a bonus scene. 

This takes place immediately after chapter 29 but you should read it after you read chapter 31. The scene is below the cut to avoid accidental spoilers. Enjoy!

For a few horrifying moments, Perseus thought that he’d been too late. 

He should have never turned his head when the jar broke, never let Annabeth go off without him. By the time he’d realized she was gone, stumbling forward like some invisible force was compelling her, she was already too far to hear his broken warnings. 

He’d barely managed to grab her, to jolt her eye line from the worst of the goddess’s form, before she’d collapsed. 

Perseus caught her before she could hit the ground, but those scarce moments it took to lower her to the floor and check her pulse were some of the most terrifying of his life. 

His own heart seemed to skip several beats before he confirmed that hers was still beating, however weakly. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes closed. Perseus had gotten there in time, but she was going to slip away if he didn’t do something, and fast. 

He already knew what she needed. He’d known from the second she’d collapsed. 

The dust was still settling, but he could hear the desperate calls of the others from across the split he’d made in the floor. The earthquake had been an accident, and he still had no idea how the others had made it in the cavern at all, but right now he didn’t care about either of those things. 

“Fai!” he called out, coughing as falling dust caught in his lungs. 

Fai had the nectar. Fai could save her. 

It would come at a cost, a steep one. There was something unbearable in knowing he was taking the choice out of Annabeth’s hands, but there wasn’t a way around it, not if she wanted to live. He was fully aware that she might hate her for it, but right then, watching her life force slip away with each unsteady beat of her heart, Perseus didn’t care. 

She could hate him forever, never speak to him again, as long as she was alive. And if the others had a poor reaction… 

Perseus steeled himself. He had Riptide. There was no water nearby, but he could cause another earthquake if he had to. Gods knew he was desperate enough to, even after how much energy the last one had expended. 

Over the past week he’d come to consider these people his friends. He even cared for Piper, who he was fairly sure hated him. He didn’t want to fight them, and he prayed he wouldn’t have to— but he wouldn’t let Annabeth die over something so asinine as Roman law either. 

“Fai!” He called out again, his throat still burning from the dust he’d inhaled before. He was starting to panic now, terrified that Fai couldn’t hear him. He could carry Annabeth closer, but he couldn’t take her across the crevice he’d made in the ground, not by himself—

“Perseus!” 

Relief washed through him, closely followed by dread. It had been Jason’s voice that had responded, not Fai’s. But Jason could still get over the gash in the floor.  

“Help!” he screamed anyway, “Over here!” 

Every second that passed before Piper and Jason stumbled out of the dust and darkness into view felt like an eternity, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute. There was barely even time for the shock to register on their faces before Fai and Hazel followed behind, Fai shifting back into his human form from some winged animal. 

“Annabeth!” 

Piper surged forward, but Perseus could only look at Fai, desperately searching for the leather pouch that Perseus knew he’d been carrying, that Fai had to be carrying. And it was there, strapped to Fai’s belt. Perseus almost cried in relief when he saw it. 

“What the hell happened?” Jason asked. He was kneeling beside Annabeth, across from Perseus, two fingers on her wrist. His expression looked the same as it always did, hardened and neutral, though he couldn’t hide the shake in his voice or in his fingers. 

“She looked, she looked when the jar shattered,” Perseus said, trying to ignore how his voice was shaking too, “She needs—“

“She looked?” Hazel cut in, horrified, “How is she still alive?” 

“I blocked it, right before the end, but she— she—”

Perseus felt bile rise in his throat. He swallowed it down. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but the words were sticking in his throat. Annabeth’s hand was starting to grow cold. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it.

“She what?” Piper asked, desperately. She was kneeling beside Jason. Perseus had no issue reading the fear that was spelled plainly across her face. 

“She needs nectar. Right now,” he said, preemptive dread pooling in his stomach. 

He knew he should be paying attention to Jason and Piper, that their reactions could make the difference in this moment, but Perseus found himself looking at Fai instead, silently begging him to understand.

Unlike Jason and Piper, Fai hadn’t kneeled down next to Annabeth. He was still standing, frozen almost, expression a mix of confusion and fear. He made no move to unfasten the nectar from his belt, and neither did Hazel, still standing next to him. She looked just as shocked.

“She can’t have nectar, she’ll die,” Piper said. Looking back down at her, Perseus was almost surprised to find bewilderment on her face. He’d expected anger, but maybe that would come once she understood. Jason didn’t react at all, or if he had Perseus hadn’t seen it. 

“No, she won’t,” Perseus said. The words were coming easier now, maybe fueled by desperation, or maybe just because the initial seal had been broken. There was no going back now. 

“She’s a half-blood. She’ll survive it— she needs it.” 

“She’s mortal,” Jason said, somewhat forcefully. 

“No, she’s not—” Perseus started, but he never got the chance to finish. 

“Of course she is,” Piper insisted, “She is mortal, she’s said so a hundred times, why— why would you say that?” 

Tears were starting to pool in Piper’s eyes. Jason was finally starting to look scared, or at least Perseus thought so. He’d never had much luck reading Jason’s emotions before, but he could at least tell that something in his expression had changed. 

Perseus looked back down at Annabeth. Her chest seemed to rise less with each passing breath, and his own felt like it was shortening with it. He could sit here and argue with Jason and Piper all day and they still wouldn’t believe him— not without her word. 

Or not without the whole truth.

There was no time to be delicate about it. He was going to have to tell them everything, explain everything.

He made a silent apology to Annabeth before speaking again. 

“Because she lied to you,” he said, looking back up, “She thought her mother was Minerva, she didn’t see another choice. Can I have the nectar now, please.” 

Perseus reached out desperately, ignoring the shock on Jason and Piper’s faces, but Fai still didn’t move. He was frowning, confused. 

“But Minerva—” Fai started, hesitating like he wanted to take a step back. 

“That’s not possible,” Jason cut it, shaking his head, “Minerva, she can’t—”

Perseus bit back a curse. That had been the wrong move, the wrong calculation. They all clearly understood the implication of what Perseus had just said, and it seemed to be bothering them exactly as much as Annabeth had predicted. He wished more than anything that Annabeth was here and awake— she would have known exactly what to say, which risks to take and which secrets to hold back. But if she were awake, Perseus wouldn’t be in this gods forsaken mess in the first place.

He felt his hand not holding Annabeth’s tighten around Riptide. 

“No,” Piper said, shaking her head violently, “No, she can’t be, that’s— that’s insane. You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying,” Perseus said, finally standing, Annabeth’s limp hand falling out of his. It almost physically hurt to let it go, but they were out of time. He held out his free hand to Fai, the other still gripping the hilt of his sword. 

“Give me the nectar. Now.” 

Something in Perseus’s expression must have been convincing, because Fai gulped, his hand shakily moving towards the pouch still fastened to his belt. Hazel just watched, her expression blank and unreadable, though her eyes followed the movement of Fai’s hand, her sword steady by her side. 

“No,” Piper said, standing now too, putting herself between Perseus and Fai. Her knife was in her hand, still bloodied from the previous battle, “You can’t give that to her, she’ll die.” 

Fai stood, paralyzed, the pouch of nectar still in his hand. Perseus couldn’t bear to look down at Annabeth again, to know if he was already out of time. 

Perseus considered telling Piper that Annabeth had already had it, but he had a feeling that would just make matters worse, add more confusion to the already chaotic scene. Instead he took a deep breath, trying to push down the insistent panic in his throat. 

He didn’t know what to say to Piper, but he didn’t have to. Jason said it for him, standing up just like the rest of them.

“She’ll die without it, Piper,” Jason said. His voice was tight, expression unreadable once more, but he seemed to have made his own calculation, and he’d decided that trusting Perseus was their only hope of getting Annabeth out of here alive. 

“Not like that, though,” Piper said, her voice wavering. She was looking back down at Annabeth, tears finally streaming down her cheeks. “You said mortals can’t drink it, you said they’d— they’d burn, she can’t die like that, she can’t—”

“Or she won’t die at all,” Jason countered. He was looking at Perseus, like he was trying to search for something. Perseus suddenly got the feeling that this was not as much news to Jason as it was to Piper. 

“She’ll live. She needs it to live,” Perseus said, holding out his hand yet again.

Piper gave Perseus one last look, like she was still considering stabbing him right in the stomach. Then she allowed herself to be pulled away by Jason, her knife subtly confiscated seconds later. She almost seemed not to notice, still staring at Perseus.  

Fai, still statue-like, suddenly came to life, handing the pouch to Perseus, who took it carefully and quickly. He lowered it to her mouth, cradling her head against his knees as he poured the golden liquid into her mouth, letting it trickle down her throat. There was still a mouthful left in the pouch when he finished, but he used more than maybe he should have. It was hard not to when she was so weak— so close to not breathing at all.

For a couple of agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then Annabeth gave a shuddering gasp, color flooding back into her cheeks. Her eyes didn’t open, but Perseus could already see her breath returning more fully, could feel her heartbeat growing stronger beneath his fingertips.  

Perseus almost choked on his relief. He half wanted to burst into tears— he could feel them rising in his throat, an uncomfortable lump forming there. But he couldn’t afford to lose control, not yet. 

He looked up at Jason and Piper, still standing over the scene, still with Jason half-holding Piper back. Jason had a grim look of understanding on his face, Piper looked like something had broken inside of her. 

“I don’t understand,” she muttered, tears shining in her eyes. They looked darker than Perseus had ever seen them, irises almost as black as her pupils. 

“What did you mean before, when she said she thought her mother was Minerva?” Jason asked, his eyes finding Perseus again. They were steely blue as always, though something in them now felt more intense, like lightning about to strike. 

Perseus considered lying, making something up to explain the discrepancy. But he had a feeling Jason wouldn’t take well to mistruths, and he had an even worse feeling that Jason would know if he was lying.

“She… she believed that for a long time. That’s why she didn’t tell you. But her mother isn’t Minerva at all, it’s— it’s Athena.”

Piper didn’t seem to comprehend his words at all, just stared at him with the same broken disbelief as before. But Perseus could see the subtle flashes of understanding in Jason’s expression. 

“So she’s Greek-born. Like you,” he said. 

“Yes,” Perseus confirmed, “Athena was different. The way she had children with mortals, it was different. No oath was broken.” 

Greece was different too, Perseus thought to himself, bitterly. Even if it had been broken, they wouldn’t have killed Annabeth over it.

Jason gave him a strange look at Perseus’s words, one Perseus couldn’t quite decipher. But then it straightened, hardened. Formed back to the blank one Perseus couldn’t quite read, except that now he almost felt like he could see twinges of anger there, pressed beneath the surface.

“We need to get out of here,” Jason said, a clear indication that the conversation about Annabeth was over. Perseus couldn’t help but agree with the statement, even if Jason’s reaction worried him.

Piper still looked borderline catatonic. Hazel had a grim expression on, Fai still a shocked one. 

Perseus had a distinct feeling that Annabeth’s fate wasn’t set yet, and that it wouldn’t be until she woke up.  But for now, for right now, he didn’t care. She was alive, and he intended to keep her that way.

#percabeth #UFS

[thebookwormfairy]

Kelpto!Marinette Au: Ft. Captain the Retired Police Dog

(Daminette)

In this au Hawkmoth isn't active (yet) so Marinette doesn't have her miraculous (yet)

Daminette Masterlist

First things first, Captain loves his girl

Even if she had sticky fingers

He knows she's never stolen anything from stores but she does "borrow" stuff from her friends

He first noticed it when her friend Luka came over

She kept taking his guitar picks and giving them back

At one point she took it out of his hand as he was playing

Luka didn't seem mad about her taking them in fact he seemed amused if not a little fascinated by her ability to do so

The there was the time she was with her other friend Kagami

She took her fencing foil right out of her hand

Captain expect the usually cold girl to get angry at Marinette so he jumped up from his place on the side lines to protect his girl

But as he made it to his girl's side Kagami started to laugh

Kagami: I should really stop being surprised by you Marinette

Captain was surprised by the girl's reaction but was happy that she wasn't mad at the girl

Captain started to notice that his girl's friends took Marinette skills as a challenge

They would set up mini heist for Marinette to do

They always have different objectives

One of them was to steal a ring off Luka's mom's hand without her noticing

Which of course Marinette succeeded

Anarka was very impressed by this

The loud music man, Jagged Stone, and his mate, Penny Rolling, also seemed to join in on the fun

One time the objective was to steal Fang

Marinette got it done in 30 minutes and just had Fang hang out with her and Captain

The crocodile was in Marinette's room for half a day before Jagged realized that Marinette had already got him

Captain notice that these heist would usually happen whenever Marinette was stress, like when she had a lot of commissions or it was exam time at her shool

It seemed that Marinette had her sticky fingers under control until they went to Gotham

Captain could tell that Marinette was excited to go to another country

But he could also tell that she was nervous to be without her family and close friends

She wasn't on bad terms with most of the class but she wasn't exactly on good terms either

It was almost like a stalemate in a war

A war between Marinette and Lila

They were civil was the best way to describe it

But that didn't mean that Lila wasn't looking for every opportunity to to push the stalemate to her favor

For that reason Captian snucked onto the plane so that his girl would have somebody with her

Of course Lila tried to make it out like Marinette did it on purpose

But luckily Marinette was quickly able to prove that she had nothing to do with it

Marinette: I have absolutely no supplies with me to take care of Captain! What kind of irresponsible dog owner would sneak a dog into another country without making sure they had to proper shots, food, and supplies?!?!

The class had to admit if there was one thing Marinette would never do it would be putting Captain in a situation that would put him in danger

So Marinette got Captain everything he needed while the class was out shopping

Though Marinette was thrilled to have Captain with her she was stressed that Lila was going to do something to the good boy

Marinette knew Gotham was a dangerous city and she wouldn't put it past Lila to cause some sort of "accident" to either her or Captain

So with her stress level up Marinette felt her fingers begin to itch

Usually she would turn to Luka and Kagami for times like this but they were on the other side of the planet

She could feel her fingers start to twitch as she walked around the block that her class was exploring

She always been good at controlling her kelpto tendencies but her nerves were really making them act up

She started to fidget with the stuff in her pocket when she heard shouting

Marinette looked up and saw a man running from a woman

Woman: Stop that man! He took my purse!

Marinette angled her body so that she would be in the man's path

The man not paying attention to the girl now in his path ran into Marinette

He was in such a hurry he didn't realize that Marinette had switch the woman's purse for a used poop bag when he ran into her

The man continued running not realizing the switch as Marinette walked over to the woman

Marinette handing the woman her purse: Here you go

Woman: Thank you so much

Marinette: No problem

Jason in the roof across the street: Guys you would not believe what I just saw

Tim over com: let me guess you are once again for going work to do patrol during the day

Jason: Yes but you got to hear what I just saw

Dick over com: What Jason?

Jason: I was watching over the shopping district and some guy snatch this woman's purse. I was about to jump in, when he bumped into this girl with a dog who switched the woman's purse with a use pop bag! The guy still hasn't realized the switch I can see him two streets over still running!

Dick: What?!

Tim: Really?! How did she manage that?

Jason: I don't know! She got some quick fingers on her! But we can't tell Bruce. She's right in his MO for adoption

Tim: Black hair blue eyes?

Jason: Exactly!

Damian over com: Will you three idiots quiet down! Unlike you three I still have school work to do, and it's hard to do that with you three chattering in my ear. Coms are only suppose to be used for emergencies during the day!

Jason: Oh calm down Demon Spawn. I just couldn't wait to tell y'all about this girl.

Damian annoyed: Well why don't you just ask her out then?

Jason: Nah not really my type, also she's a but too young for me, she looks around your age Demon Spawn

Dick: Ohhh, maybe we should set them up together

Tim: With such quick hands she would be a great addition to our team

Jason: And she has a German sheperd with her

Dick: She sounds great! Right Little Bird?

Damian: I've have enough of this, Damian out.

Damian turned off his com cutting off his brothers' laughter

The last thing Damian needed right now was his brothers trying to set him up with some random girl who was able to trick some low level criminal

The incident with the purse snatcher relieved a bit of Marinette's stress but she could still feel her fingers twitching as she ran them through Captain's fur

She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen soon

She had the okay for Captain to come with her on all her schools outings

But that didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen

She just didn't know what

The next day when Marinette was walking Captain in the park when sheet a nice (and cute) boy named Damian and they hit it off

He was such a sweet boy with his own dogs

The two just seemed to click

All Marinette's free roam time was spent with Damian, Titus, and sometimes Ace

Captain got along great with Titus and he seem to have the same instant connection to Ace

The two were often seen cuddling when Damian brought her along

Captain was a little sketch out about this new boy

He couldn't get rid of this feeling that Damian was hiding something from his girl

He tries to ask Ace and Titus about it but the two just brushed him off

Though Captain did notice as the two got closer his girl's twitchy fingers calmed down and she didn't reach to sneakily borrow something from the people around her

So he begrudgingly accept this strange boy

Marinette had to say the best part about the whole Gotham trip was meeting Damian

The two were just friends but Marinette couldn't denied the spark she felt

There might have been a bit of flirting between the two but Marinette was hesitant to form a deeper relationship with Damian because she knew how hard long distance relationships were

On her final day in Gotham Marinette and Captain went with the class to get a tour at Wayne Enterprise

It was the finally stop before they were to return home

As Marinette entered Wayne Enterprise she was surprised to find Damian their waiting for them with an older man who had black hair and blue eyes

Marinette broke away from her class who were too busy talking among themselves to notice

Marinette: Hey Damian! What are you doing here?

Damian: Hey Angel, Captian-

Dick: Wait you didn't tell her Baby Bird?

Damian blushed at the use of his nickname in front of the girl he admittedly had a crush on

He had done his best to keep her away from his family and had succeeded

The only one he really talk to about Marinette was Dick who promised to keep Marinette between the two of them

But when Damian found out that Marinette and her class were going to be touring Wayne Enterprise on their final day in Gotham

Damian tried to tell Marinette before the day arrived but whenever he was ready to tell her, he would get lost in her big blue eyes or Captain would interrupt them

So as he stood in front of the girl who has wrapped himself around her finger in such a short time he was once again at a lost for words

Marinette wrapping her hand around Damian's and giving it a squeeze: Damian are you okay?

As Marinette pulled away she realized to her horror that she accidentally stole his watch

Damian and Dick stood wide eyed as Marinette held out Damian's watch

They didn't even notice her taking it off him

Marinette: I'm soooo sorry! I really didn't mean to take this! I'm so so so sorry!

Captain moved so that he stood between Marinette's legs ready to protect her if either of the two males in front of him tried to do anything to his girl

As Marinette freaked out a little bit Dick couldn't help but laugh as this young girl was able to pull off that trick without him or Damian noticing

Damian snapping out of his shock: It's okay Marinette, that's actually a really great trick. Not many people can sneak one by me

Marinette blushing: Thanks Damian, but you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?

Damian scratching the back of his head: Well you see Angel I'm here to help my brother give your class a tour of Wayne Enterprise

Marinette: So your Damian Wayne?

Damian: Yes, I hope that doesn't change anything between us

Marinette smiling: No, it definitely doesn't

Marinette and Captain walked back over to the class

As Damian watched Marinette walk away he went to put his watch back on only to see that it's gone from his hands

He hears a small wuff as he looks up he sees Captain sitting in front of him holding his watch

Dick: That some girl you got there Damian

Damian sighing: Yeah she is

Bonus

Jason seeing a picture of Marinette and Damian together: THAT'S THE GIRL I SAW!!

#maribat #captain the retired police dog #pet headcanon #damian x marinette #marinette x damian

[bigskydreaming]

And one more bit from the “Kings of the Sky” AU albeit several installments in, because I just......don’t know when or why I stumbled into an obsession with the dynamics between Dick and Jason and Cass as the eldest three Wayne siblings, but its there, its real, and its happening. I’ve stopped fighting it. I just....enjoy writing those three being dumb siblings who are dumb like so, so much.

Anyway, in this AU series, Jason doesn’t go to Ethiopia and die, but rather eventually joins Dick at Titans Tower more regularly and is Flamebird. Both are closer with Bruce here than in canon because Dick helped Bruce and Jason get through the Garzonas stuff and Jason helped kick Bruce in the direction of Dick and adoption papers right after the Brother Blood storyline. Then Cass is actually the third to join the family, by way of Babs, and she’s Batgirl and then Black Bat, but there’s a period of time when its just Dick, Jason and Cass as the Wayne kids. 

(PS - this is the same series as where Jason ends up with his own age group of Titans, and accidentally falls into a love quadrangle of doom that is absolutely NOT a polycule dammit, with Tom Bronson (Tomcat), Ray Terrill (The Ray) and Todd Rice (Obsidian). Which amuses his brother and sister to no end).

Tim and Duke are both next, but sorta at the same time? Like Tim’s story takes a sharp turn when Robin II never dies and obviously is Flamebird now like Robin I is Nightwing, and Tim winds up in foster care after his parents die differently than in canon. Duke is also in foster care at this time, though a different placement, and while no Robin has died here, its been awhile since there’s been one in Gotham, and to kids who grew up with the idea of there always being a Robin, that feels weird and wrong ultimately. 

So Tim and Duke both hit on the idea of being Robin like, at around the same time and totally disconnected from one another, and that leads to them both joining the Batfam around the same time, and co-sharing Robin until Damian arrives much later and they both move on to new identities. But there’s no real confusion between Robins because Duke is the daytime Robin with more yellow coloring in his costume and Tim is the nighttime Robin with more red, and people say Red or Yellow if they ever need to differentiate which Robin they’re talking about. Anyway.

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So [Tim and Duke] run into trouble eventually and then when running from trouble they run into each other and they’re like….huh. Awkward. And then they decide well, might as well both run from trouble in the same direction, I guess. So they do.

“Did you have a plan for dealing with these guys?” Tim yelled at Duke. The other boy looked back over his shoulder briefly and gave what would probably have been a half-shrug if he didn’t awkwardly try to barrel-roll over a car two seconds later.

“Umm, sorta?”

“How sorta are we talking about? Maybe the two of us together could fill in the gaps in the plan and come up with one full plan?”

“Uh yeah, no, its not that kinda sorta. I meant sorta in the sense that I thought I had a plan but it didn’t work and that’s why these guys are after me. Sooooo…”

“Not helpful, basically.”

“Yeah. Pretty much. And hey, I don’t hear you offering up a plan! Did you even have one at all?”

“Uh….I mean I kinda didn’t think I was going to need one because I figured some kid running around in a mask making a nuisance of himself was the sorta thing that was bound to attract Batman. And so I was just pretty much running around until that happened, and then I’d make a case for how I obviously need training and Gotham needs Robin and if its not me its likely to be someone else trying eventually anyway so why not be me?”

Duke paused just long enough to squint at him. “That’s a terrible plan.”

Tim rolled his eyes. The effort didn’t pair well with his huffing and over-all exertions from running for his life and all that, but necessity demanded. “Yeah I know, that’s why I never said it was a plan! It was mostly….more…idea-ish.”

“I’m just saying, I thought I was doing this wrong, but at least I had a plan! I mean yeah, it might have ended up with me accidentally busting in on what I thought was a bunch of Riddler’s henchmen setting up some kind of clue thing, only it was actually a bunch of Intergang type guys with alien space guns or some shit all dressed up as Riddler henchmen for some reason? I dunno what they were trying to do honestly, but so yeah I might have ended up running away on foot from like twenty of them and some kind of hovercycle -”

“I’m going to cut you off there and say wherever this is going its probably not the superior vantage point I think you think you have.”

Meanwhile, Batman was not going to be coming because he’s off on a JLA mission. However, in his absence Dick and Jason are in town filling in, and they finished taking out the bad guys several blocks back and caught up to whomever was running from them, figured out the situation and are currently sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching them realize they’re totally lost and trying to figure out where to go from here. Mostly because Dick and Jason are incredibly amused listening to their back and forth and also just…this whole situation.

Dick justifies not piping up to let them know they’re safe now by saying this is good intel gathering so we can offer Bruce our assessment as to whether they’re gonna try and keep doing this whether we train them or not, and also how they handle this whole being lost situation. Not knowing they don’t have to run anymore isn’t going to hurt them and really, this is a good field exercise almost.

Jason justifies not piping up by saying this is fucking hilarious and I will hurt you if you end this any sooner than we have to, I deserve this, I had a rough week.

Which is right around the time that Cass pipes up from where she’s been lurking unnoticed behind them this whole time: “Oh no. Was it Tom? Or Ray? Or was it Todd?”

And she does it right in Jason’s ear so he kinda aborted-shrieks and almost falls off the roof except Cass is ready for that and grabs his arm to steady him.

“I hate when you do that!” Jason growls in an attempt to cover up how badly she got him and also because he hates when she does it which is why she does it a lot. Again, they don’t hate each other at all, but they do seem to act like it a lot, and neither of them is entirely sure why. They kinda just started doing it and have each been trying to get the other back ever since and ended up locked in an unending spiral of gotcha-gotchaback, except, y’know, Batfam style.

Dick occasionally picks sides just to muddy the waters. And then he randomly switches sides without warning, so neither of them ever wants to risk getting too peeved at him even when he’s helping the other, because that might push him fully over to the other side and leave them permanently outnumbered, so they’re kinda stuck, which is exactly as he likes it, lol.

“Why are you Satan,” Jason hisses dramatically as he gets up and stomps over to the other side of the roof to sulk, lest she almost knock him off again. Its not the almost falling part that bothers him, its that she’s the one that snatches him to safety each time. She’s like a freaking cat toying with a - yeah not going there, just blaming Selina. Knew them hanging out was going to be bad news for me somehow, he gripes.

Cass just shrugs and smoothly sits down cross-legged right where she is, grinning Cheshire-cat style at him from there. “Childhood trauma,” is her answer.

“Great, and now you’re stealing my comeback on top of it?! Is nothing sacred to you?”

She offers another shrug. He would like to return those for store credit please. Maybe get something useful instead. “Haven’t decided yet. Babs is still helping me explore my options. We’re going alphabetically and we’re only on  the E-religions.”

“God, you’re the worst. I can’t believe you ruined sisters for me.”

“You already used that same line last week when you came out of your room still half-asleep and she was just sitting directly across from your door waiting and staring unblinking and you yelped and dropped your laptop on your toe, and then cursed so loud that B came running around the hall thinking we were being invaded,” Dick reported idly, still perched in the same position he’d been in all along and watching the boys below them. “Just in case you thought no one noticed when you recycle.”

“I noticed too,” Cass added solemnly.

“I have no siblings,” Jason intoned. He threw up his hands dramatically and then loudly jumped down to the street below with a little help from the fire escape. It drew both Duke and Tim’s attention and they startled before realizing it was Flamebird. And that he’d landed on the street and was stalking past them while barely acknowledging them. And that that was Nightwing standing on the roof now with his hands on his hips yelling after him.

“Oh, reeeeeeal subtle. You’re not having fun anymore so you gotta make sure nobody else does either. Wow, the Brat-like behavior, just jumped out of the shadows with that one!”

And that was Flamebird not even turning around and just yelling back. “I HAVE NO SIBLINGS!”

And also they were both pretty sure that was Batgirl crouched on the roof next to Nightwing now, and she was…..sticking her tongue out at Flamebird’s back? No, Batgirl very much definitely was sticking out her tongue, that wasn’t in doubt, it was more just….very unexpected to see.

What was happening right now?

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Eventually Tim and Duke have inevitably worn down [Bruce’s] resistance to training them by insisting they’re gonna keep doing this and if its not them its gonna be someone sooner or later anyway. Because, as they put it, you guys may not know this but Gotham’s gotten used to Robins by now and it freaks people out not to see one and Robin’s as important as Batman really and there needs to be a Robin and its not just us that will think that, like look at the fact that already two of us had the exact same idea, huh? And also, we’re gonna keep doing it anyway, sooooo….there’s that.

And then Cass vouches that they’re both 100% serious about that.

And then Dick vouches that as a former determined daredevil kid that was absolutely going to keep doing the same thing no matter whether you’d helped me or not, B, I also am of the assessment that these two mean it all the way.

And not to be left out and just to have something to contribute but also grumpy because his brother and sister are picking on him and he’s eighteen going on ten, Jason throws in: “And my assessment is that they both definitely seem dumb enough to keep doing this without help anyway and they definitely need help or they definitely will die, I’d give it a month, month and a half tops.”

And then Bruce dryly thanks his children for their contributions, their keen insights in this matter have been absolutely invaluable, he has no idea how he would make a decision here without it.

“Oooh, a rare sighting of Bat-snark in the wild. Someone call Nat-Geo quick, maybe he’ll do it again,” Dick says.

Bruce sighs. Duke and Tim look like they’re trying to decide if they’re allowed to be amused or if that’s also part of some weird Bat-test that they’re probably taking without even knowing it.

So Tim and Duke move in, start training together, and then also get sent to school together and it takes a month or so of settling in before they decide whether or not they actually are happy about this. There’s a period of deciding they’re supposed to be bitter rivals who snipe at each other back and forth across the dining table at every available opportunity, but that changes the first night Dick and Jason come back from the Tower since Tim and Duke have moved in and where Cass is also home instead of at the Clocktower with Babs.

Since all three of the older Batkids, upon seeing Tim and Duke squabble at dinner, decide to obnoxiously coo about how adorable it is watching the kids play. Which pretty instantly cements Duke and Tim as realizing their best chance of surviving the sudden acquisition of three older superhero ninja foster siblings who all can be as obnoxious as they are dangerous but also as much as they are - Duke and Tim are convinced - all quite insane.

A belief further cemented the next morning, with all three of them having spent the night at the Manor as well. Treating Duke and Tim to their first Saturday morning episode of the Cass and Jason show.

In this episode, Jason emerged from his bedroom in his pajamas still but warily peeking his head out first to look both ways down the hall before deciding it was clear…..and then makes it just almost to the end of the hallway leading to the stairs, when Cass drops down from where she’d been waiting perched above the other side of the door, in such a way as to suddenly fill the doorway just in front of him, hanging upside down suspending herself just with her feet wedged above the doorway, all while keeping her hands crossed her chest, a dead-eyed expression on her face, and with her tongue hanging out like she’s some kind of vampire hanging upside down in mid-slumber.

Jason shrieked and stumbled back a foot before catching himself and shoving two fingers in a cross shape in her direction.

“Demon! DEMON! Goddammit, I abjure thee, that’s supposed to fucking do something about having a demon sister, now what the fuck does it take to banish you!?”

“Can’t be banished,” Cass informed him, still upside down. “Can be bought though.”

Jason halted. “What?”

“I’m really surprised you never figured it out,” Dick said from his room further down the hallway. He was leaning against the doorjamb, arms casually crossed.

“Why did you think she never goes after me?”

Jason swiveled back and forth between his siblings suspiciously, trying to scry both their inscrutable (and in Cass’ case, still upside down) faces for signs they were telling the truth. “You’re telling me that Little Miss Monstrous has been a pain in my ass from day one and the reason she’s never so much as eked a single boo in your direction is you’ve been bribing her all this time?”

Dick shrugged. “Its all about getting in on the ground floor.”

Jason squinted, still unconvinced. “Nuh-uh. No way. You’re just fucking with me. Like if this is for real, what have you been buying her off with?”

Dick smiled beatifically. “Cuddles and hugs.”

“NO! NO! Bullshit! I am NOT falling for this crap again, you are not gonna get me this way this time. I call BS, fuck you, nuh uh, you’re lying out your ass and your ass-face both.”

“Wait, what is this ‘this’ that I did before? What ever are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

“Is this about the Care Bear you had when you were fifteen?”

“Shut upppppppppppppppp, I didn’t have a Care Bear then, you’re such a - “

“Oh, I dunno, I’m preeeeetty sure there’s some holiday photos from that year that would say otherwise, pretty definitively in the form of you and your Care Bear….”

“That I only had because you literally just gave it to me as a present solely so that you could claim that I had a Care Bear when I was fifteen, you douchebag!”

“Just because I gave you the Care Bear didn’t mean you had to keep the Care Bear and hold the Care Bear and love the Care Bear, Jay. You chose to do all that.”

“I only kept the damn thing because you’re an asshole who lied about it being a family heirloom so I felt like I had to or I’d be a total jerk. Is nothing sacred to you?”

“I didn’t lie! It is a treasured family heirloom! Its the first Care Bear I gave to my little brother to teach him the important and valuable lesson that Care Bears - say it with me now - “

“Finish that sentence and they will never find your body.”

“CARE!” Cass shrieked from behind him before jumping on Jason’s back and bearing him down to the floor in an undignified tangle as she splayed atop him like a starfish and he stared up at the ceiling in a kind of strangled frozen fury, like there was so much emotion he wanted to process he’d overheated and now was stuck like that until he cooled down.

That was when Dick leaned over him and solemnly added one final thought, as though it was a crucial addition of the gravest importance:: “A lot.”

Jason’s eye twitched.

Dick’s eyes went wide in response. “Uh oh. He went to the Danger Zone. Run Cass. We’ve unleashed the dogs of war!”

Cass was off and on her feet in a second, taking off down the hall like a rocket. “Not the dogs of war!” She yelled.

Dick was only seconds behind her when behind him, Jason rose like an eruption, growling wordlessly and sparks practically flashing from his suddenly flinty eyes. He charged after them like an enraged bull.

“Kenny Loggins wouldn’t want this!” Dick yelled over his shoulder as he rounded the doorway and vanished. Jason rounded it in hot pursuit.

“Poison Ivy won’t even be able to make compost from what’s left of you when I’m through!”

The yelling and running vanished into the distance. Duke and Tim finally looked at each other blankly.

“What?” Tim asked. Duke shrugged helplessly.

A door opened at the end of the hallway. Bruce stuck his head out. “Is it safe?”

Tim just stared at him.

“What?” Duke asked.

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LOL mostly I just want to get to the tail end of the series, when Dick and Jason go undercover as supervillains in the Society of well, Supervillains....Dick as War Shrike and Jason as Gray Jay. (A kind of bird usually known for or referenced as being thieving and unpredictable and unexpectedly dangerous despite its size. Jason never went into the Lazarus Pit here and so isn’t as huge as he is in canon, he’s on the smaller side due to his early life’s malnutrition. Living with Bruce helped him catch up enough that he’s not TINY tiny, but he’s still smaller enough that this particular mantle fits him a little better than it would his massive canon depiction).

Cass also partakes in the undercover storyline, just showing up uninvited in a persona she’s crafted for the mission and calls Black Swan. And War Shrike and Gray Jay are both so startled and obviously a little freaked by her unexpected arrival, that combined with her being ticked at her brothers for leaving her behind, RUDE, and them sufficiently cowed and guilted by her wrath, that it all adds up to the other villains as being clear evidence that she is the boss and they are her advance minions. 

Which mollifies and satisfies Cass immensely, and leaves Jason grumpy that their mission was hijacked and also his sister is The Worst, and leaves Dick temporarily disgruntled because This Whole Thing Was His Idea DAMMIT but then five seconds later finding it hilarious because Dick is a chaos connoisseur and he has an appreciation for whimsy and the unexpected.

“I can’t believe you not only gate-crashed our extremely sensitive and delicate undercover operation, but you completely hijacked it as well! This is so typical,” Jason grouched.

Cass simply swept ahead of him and strode down the hallway with lethal grace. “Silence minion.”

Jason spluttered behind her and she grinned to herself. He really made it too easy sometimes.

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Crack Your Bones and Say Those Lies.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 3: And They Were Roommates} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] |

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| After getting roped into the Vigilante life by Chat Noir, her friend and partner in crime, Maladroit tries her best to help fight crime to make the city a better place, if only Red Hood and his gang would stop causing problems. |

| Or alternatively, Marinette and Jason are roommates with secrets. Both have huge crushes on each other but more importantly, both are trying to juggle moonlighting as their secret identities. However, when watching the nightly news together, everything changes. |

| Word Count: 5,014. |

| Warnings/Tags: No Miraculous/Different Powers Au, Roommates, minor gang mentions/Red Hood is a gang lord, gun violence, Vigilantism, Identity Shenanigans/Mistakes, Miscommunication, some emotional hurt, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, and Domestic fluff. Also Oblivious, Protective, & Mutually Pining Marinette and Jason. |

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| A/N: Hey! Sorry this is nearly a week late but where I live got hit with a nasty heatwave and I was barely able to write from sheer exhaustion from the heat. But on a happier note, I'm so glad I've finally been able to write and post a proper Vigilantes au (as in like Spidey style vigilantism with homemade gear and all!) Because that kinda Vigilante au especially combined with roommates is my favourite trope ever! Well maybe joint with Dragonrider AUs, but still! I've had multiple Vigilante Aus sitting in my notes and drafts so it's brilliant to finally release one into the wild! Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It's Friday night, and Maladroit and Chat Noir are midway through their usual patrol of their slice of territory in the city.

“Race you to the billboard!” Chat Noir calls out, snickering in an almost cat-like-chitter as he launches himself forwards. Swinging over Maladroit's head with his grapple, he lands on the next roof ahead, in a perfect three-point landing.

Maladroit giggles, “Oh, you're so on!” She grabs her grapple and shoots. Swinging after him and onto the same roof. She instead, dive forward rolls for her landing and uses the momentum to propel her into a run.

Losing his lead due to the momentum loss of the three-point landing, Chat Noir vaults over a roof vent.

Forced to swerve to the side, Maladroit barely dodges a massive puddle of rainwater on her side of the roof.

Neck and Neck, the two raced across the rooftop. Closer and closer to the billboard they raced.

Nearly there! She thinks, c'mon! Reaching an arm out to slap the billboard—

Bzzt!

“Eep!” She yelps, startled by the buzzing crackle of her earring-comms. Unintentionally, she accidentally veers to the side and crashes straight into Chat Noir's side.

They collide with a loud thud, and two of them crumple into a pile.

“Graceful as ever, Mal.” A voice teases over her earring-comms. “Joking aside, didn't mean to spook you, sorry!”

Maladroit groans, “thanks,” and gingerly extracts herself from the vigilante limb pile.

“Gamer!” Chat Noir cheers, having heard him through his own disguised comms. “Got any crimes for us to fight tonight?”

There's a chuckle over the line, “Lucky you should ask, Chat, I do happen to have found some villainous plans for you to thwart.”

Chat Noir cracks his knuckles and stretches. “Oh? What are they?”

“Two which are time-sensitive.” Gamer adds.

Maladroit stifles a squawk, “Two! That are time-sensitive?” Her voice goes up a pitch on the last word, making it sound like a question.

“Uh-huh.” He confirms. “Chat Noir, there's a break-in at a jewellery store two blocks over from you. I'm sending you the directions now to your phone.”

Chat Noir does a two-fingered salute to the nearest security camera. “Got it, G! Detective Noir is on the case!”

“And Maladroit, we've got reports of sightings of Red Hood outside his usual area. By the Warehouses on fourth. There are no security cams around there so I've got nothing but rumours to go on. See if you can check it out and find out what he's up to.” Gamer informs her, sounding slightly irritated at the fact he's got little information to give her.

Maladroit nods, grumbling slightly. “When isn't he up to something.”

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, Chat Noir grins like the Cheshire Cat. “C'mon, Mal! It'll be a quick sweep and nothing will turn up like the last twenty times we've gotten this kinda tip-off!”

“You owe me ice cream from André's when we're in civvies tomorrow!” She huffs. “I made us macarons last time!”

“I haven't forgotten!” Chat Noir protests. “Anyway, see you tomorrow if we don't catch each other for the end of the patrol?”

Maladroit nods. “Yep! See ya later Minou!”

The two split. Chat Noir dashing after the directions, and Maladroit swinging towards the warehouses on fourth.

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Breathe, Maladroit—reminds herself, perched on the rafters in one of the warehouses on fourth. Staring at the blood-red glowing mask of the red hooded villain, who happens to be oh so creatively named the 'Red Hood', leaning on the balcony railing on the opposite side of the warehouse to her rafter, and presumably glaring up at her.

“It's you again, Maladroit.” He growls, distorted by whatever voice modifier he's got wired into his mask.

She can't help but wince at the reminder of the word she had accidentally said the first time she had ever helped Chat Noir fight crime. Which irritatingly enough, stuck as her vigilante name. Especially since her second attempt at a name, Ladybug, didn't stick. She frowns beneath the black and red spotted bandana covering her mouth, and tightly grips her bladed yo-yo—with piano wire instead of string—of the same colour scheme.

“What are you planning, Red Hood?” She spits out, voice also modified by her bandana, a tad too grumpy and bitterly for the awkward-but-smiley "persona" she's supposed to act like (although it's not so much of a persona when that's just how she is almost all the time). But in her defence, she's had a rough day at uni, things have been awkward at home because of her crush on her roomie lately, and more importantly, Red Hood's lackeys have been a pain in the neck for the past week, so her reaction is more than warranted.

He has the audacity to laugh. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Pipsqueak?”

“Well,” Maladroit huffs, “I was hoping you were feeling considerate.”

Red Hood shifts his shoulders. “Aww, sorry Pipsqueak. I'm not feeling particularly considerate today.” In a split second, he slips both guns from his holsters, spins them, and shoots.

Maladroit squeaks, instinctively tugging on her power, and dives off the rafter to dodge the shot. “Rude!”

She's just able to shoot her grapple off and swing up to another metal beam.

“How the fuck do you keep dodging my shots?” He snarls, gesturing at her with his guns in short angry-looking motions.

In response, she throws her yo-yo at him, tugging on her power again. The yo-yo spins through the air, slashing through the Red Hood's jacket sleeve and slicing a deep groove into the gun, then rewinds on the wire back to her. “What makes you think I'm going to tell you, Bullet Boy!” She parrots back, cheekily.

“Hey!” Red Hood snaps, aiming another shot at her.

Tugging on her powers once more, Maladroit yelps as she swings to yet another metal rafter beam in order to avoid the shot. “Your aim sucks!”

“Fuck you!” He retorts, firing off four more shots aimed at her head.

There's a horrifying moment as she barely manages to tug on her powers in time. The bullets barely skimming past her hood, one even tearing the fabric slightly.

“Mal!” Comes Gamer's terrified voice over her earring-comms, “I need you to pull back immediately! Red Hood and his gang have been spotted nearby and Chat can't get to you in time to back you up if you do get into a fight!”

She raises a hand to her earrings and quietly laughs hysterically. “Little too late for that, G! I'm uh currently staring… face to gun to him”

“Oh, fuck!” Gamer responds, voice going up a pitch. “I'm contacting Chat now. Try and get out if you can but prioritise not getting yourself killed, please!”

Red Hood fires his guns again. “Eyes and ears on me, Pipsqueak.”

Squeaking yet again, Maladroit desperately tugs on her power once more and swings to another rafter. Her heart thunders in her chest as loudly as his gunfire. She spits out a frantic, “no promises!” to both of them.

“I've informed him, your backup is on the way.” Gamer tells her.

The main warehouse doors clatter open with a resounding slam! Followed by the stomping of multiple pairs of boots storming inside.

Maladroit waves at Red Hood, the quiet terrified hysterical laughter practically bubbling out of her mouth. “Haha, well I'm afraid that's my cue to Bug Out!”

“Oh, I don't think so, Pipsqueak.” Red Hood taunts, shooting six bullets at her, rapid-fire. “I ain't finished with our convo yet.”

Squeaking for the umpteenth time, and really just giving him even more reason to keep giving her that stupid pipsqueak nickname, she riskily shoots her grapple, aiming and swinging towards the warehouse's large balcony windows.

“Get the fuck back here!” He snarls, voice deepening with fury. Pausing to reload before firing off more shots at her with abandon.

Maladroit wriggles midair, tugging on her powers to try and dodge the shots. She curls into a dive forward roll as the grapple forces her to land onto the balcony. The same one that Red Hood has been stood on this entire time. Oh, help me! She thinks, eyes widening behind her makeshift red with black tinted lenses, goggles-slash-domino mask.

He aims his gun at her once more. “Move and you fucking die, pipsqueak.”

Putting her hands in the air, she swallows a gulp of air. Her body armour is padded beneath her red, and black spotted, hoodie but it isn't bulletproof. And she can feel the straining exhaustion of overusing her powers clawing at her.

They're at a standoff. Still as statues, the both of them. It's almost poetic how they parallel each other. He's got his gun aimed at her, whilst she's desperately clutching at her grappling hook gun in one of her raised hands. Both donned in red. Both committing crimes in the eyes of the law. Two sides of the same coin, one and the same.

Maladroit feels sick to her stomach, staring down the barrels of his guns. Ever so slowly, she tugs on her powers. The window a little bit behind her creaks quietly enough that Red Hood doesn't seem to notice beneath the clamour of his gang doing whatever it is they're doing below.

She counts her breath and tugs on her power. A minute passes with no movement, no words, nothing happening on the balcony. Out of the corner of her eye, she can just see that it's now open enough that she should be able to make it out unscathed. Or at least mostly unscathed.

Closing her eyes, not that he can see, her power snaps. Instinctively she doubles over and slaps a hand over her mouth. Barely in time as a stifled scream is yanked from her throat, leaving her panting for breath. Her knees crash onto the balcony flooring. A bullet whizzes past her neck.

“Shit. What the fuck was that?” Red Hood grumbles, sounding genuinely concerned. He storms across the balcony towards her.

Maladroit can't help but flinch, bodily throwing herself back as far away from him as she can. Mind racing in panic.

He stows one gun back into a holster then reaches a hand towards her. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.”

“Gotta go! Bug-bye!” She squeaks out, wrenching on her power with all her remaining strength, and bolting for the window.

“I think the fuck not! Fucking pretending to be hurt.” Red Hood barks, ripping the gun back out of its holster.

Narrowly dodging the spray of bullets shot at her, Maladroit dives through the window and fires off her grapple. Safely swinging far away from the warehouse.

———

Carefully Maladroit drops with the ease of far too many nights of practise, onto the fire escape outside her bedroom window. She crouches and lets the shadows of the night hide her form. Creeping closer, she checks the windowsill for any marks or signs of tampering but it all comes away untouched. Content with her quick security check, she fumbles for the disguised piece of string wedging the window ajar in a way that's barely visible unless you know where to look for it. Got it! She thinks to herself, grabbing ahold of it and prying it, and the window above it, up and open.

Slipping through the open window, she sits on the sill to rip her thankfully not-too-dirty studded steel-toed boots off. Picking them up in one hand, she wiggles the rest of the way into her room and immediately resets the security measures, yanking the curtain down for privacy.

Maladroit then shuffles over to her bed. Tikki—her gorgeous fluffy red and dark brown miniature dachshund—blinks sleepily up at her, from the dog bed next to it. The puppy yaps in greeting before snuffling and curling back up to sleep.

She coos at the cuteness before continuing on. With the other hand not carrying the boots, she pries the blanket covered duffel bag out from underneath. Wrestling to unzip it in one janky and awkward motion, grunting slightly at the exertion. The metal of the zip digs in but the discomfort is mostly mitigated by the padded gloves and wrist guards she's wearing. The easy to clean plastic bag designated for temporary storing of her boots is dragged out of the bag and said boots are tossed in without a second glance.

Huffing, she starts to take the rest of her cross between mostly homemade and refashioned sports kit vigilante gear off. First, tugging down the hood of her hoodie and unclipping the black scrum cap hidden under it. It's dumped unceremoniously into a secondary plastic bag in the open duffel bag. After that, Maladroit removes the black neck guard and pulls her makeshift goggles-slash-domino mask over her head. Those too, are dumped into the other plastic bag. Then she unties the bandana with the nose guard underneath, from around her mouth and nose. Unsurprisingly, they're also dumped in the bag.

Next, she undoes the velcros on her red and black padded gloves, black wrist guards, as well as black elbow, knee, and shin pads. Also dumped into the other bag. With the outer protective wear removed, Maladroit pulls her hoodie over her head. Continuing on, she peels the padded rugby body armour and shorts off, and then the thermal under-armour. All dumped into the third and final plastic bag. “I swear,” Maladroit mumbles to herself, “getting changed out my gear never gets easier. And to think back when I had my last P.E. lesson at school, I thought I'd never have to touch this kinda kit ever again. Rip me.”

Lastly, Marinette—no longer Maladroit seeing as she is no longer in her vigilante gear—throws on her running-to-the-bathroom spare bathrobe to cover herself. She hastily shoves the three plastic bags into the duffel bag and kicks it under her bed. Purposefully leaving it unzipped but quickly fixing the blanket covering the bag, so that she can more easily grab her kit to clean everything later, whilst keeping it sufficiently hidden.

With that mostly taken care of, she nabs the mouthguard case, some clean pyjamas, and dashes out of her room—clinging awkwardly to the bathrobe. She hops in the apartment's shared bathroom, the rest of the place is silent, meaning her roomie, Jason, must have gone out. Still, Marinette locks the door regardless. If there's one thing she's learnt in her foray into the nightly masked vigilantism, is that one can never be too careful.

“Shit! Nearly forgot to take this out.” She grumbles to herself, just as she was stepping into the shower. Prying the mouthguard out of her mouth as she shuffles over to the sink, she gives it a quick rinse under the tap. Followed by a thorough scrubbing with her toothbrush and glob of toothpaste. She pops it into the mouthguard case and leaves it on the side of the sink for now.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Marinette finally allows herself to indulge in a good half an hour-long hot shower to get the grime from a night of crime-fighting off of herself.

She's only just drying off her hair, having already changed into her pyjamas, when the blare of the TV echoes through the apartment. Tensing up, her anxiety runs wild. It's what they get for living in the cheaper but slightly dodgy apartments where the walls are thin and the doors are thinner. Grabbing the mouthguard case, she wraps it up in the bathrobe and peeks out the bathroom door and looks down the hall into the open plan kitchen lounge. Jason's back, he's sitting on the sofa watching the TV.

Shoulders untensing, she finished drying her hair and heads out into the hallway. In place of a greeting, she exclaims, “oh! Jason, you're back!”

Jason flinches slightly and looks over his shoulder back at her. “Yeah, a friend had an emergency so, y'know.”

Immediately, concern wrenches at Marinette's heart, “oh no, I'm sorry. Are they… okay?”

He waves a hand in a so-so gesture and clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. They're fine now.”

“That's good!” She says, nodding, as she makes her way fully into the lounge and the TV catches her attention. “Oh is it nearly the eleven o'clock news already? I need to watch this! Alya texted me earlier saying I have to, and she sounded really excited!” Glancing down at the bundle in her arms and flushes red. “Actually, I'll be back in a second!”

“I'll yell as soon as it actually starts.” Jason offers, smiling warmly at her.

Marinette just misses the smile, rushing back to her room, and throwing a quick, “thanks,” over her shoulder back at him.

Also missing his smile turn fond and the good-natured roll of his eyes at her antics.

Barely half a minute passes before she's bounding back into the lounge, with a sleepy Tikki at her heels. She plops herself down on the sofa next to him and hopes the blush on her face could simply be mistaken for the flush of running about like a mad thing instead. Tikki whines until Marionette picks her up and lets her on the sofa with them, padding over to the furthest corner to curl up in.

Jason points to the pink floral steaming mug on the coffee table, right next to his Pride Prejudice and Zombies themed mug. “Whilst you were in the shower, I made us both hot chocolates with marshmallows, my granddad Alfie's recipe.”

“Oh!” Marinette responds in pleasant surprise. She turns to him and positively beams, eyes shining with happiness. “Thank you so much, Jason! You're always so thoughtful!”

He blushes and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Yeah, well, I thought it's only fair since you normally make 'em. And I visited Alfie recently, and I promised to get you his recipe to try, so I thought it'd be a nice surprise for once!” He pauses and points at the big bowl also on the coffee table, “also I cooked us some popcorn.”

“Aw! Thank you again! I really appreciate this!” She scoops up the hot chocolate with slight reverence and takes a sip. Immediately her face lights up even more in joy. “Oh, this is delicious!”

Jason chuckles, “isn't it the best! I'll pass that onto Alfie though, he'll be glad to know you like it so much. Speaking of which, he's gonna give making them a try next time I'm up since I wasn't there long enough this time. Would you fancy coming with me to see him, then?”

Her eyes widen and her heart stutters in her chest, feeling close to bursting from happiness. “I'd love to! Do you have a date when you're thinking of going up?”

He nods. “Yeah, maybe around—”

But he's interrupted by the starting audio of the eleven o'clock news.

They both immediately shut up and watch the screen intently as the news anchors appear on the show. The starting discussion is somewhat boring, talking about the local billionaire Wayne-or-something business and a related upcoming charity event of some sort.

Marinette doesn't pay attention to it, but she does catch Jason wrinkling his nose and scowling at the conversation.

Luckily, the topic shifts quickly enough. “And now, over to our newest reporter, Alya. We hear there's been some rumblings regarding the conflict between local vigilante Chat Noir, his sidekick Maladroit, and the gang controlled by the infamous Red Hood himself.”

“That's stupid,” Jason grumbles, “Maladroit is a fully-fledged vigilante in her own right and not just the catboy's sidekick. That's like saying Nightwing is Batman's sidekick!”

Marinette frowns, very touched by his words and trying her damnedest to appear nonchalant. “I don't know… from all the-uh news clips, Maladroit seems like Chat Noir's sidekick to me. She's always hovering nervously near him like a strong wind would spook her.”

“C'mon! She's been reported to have held her own against Red Hood on multiple occasions, alone!” He argues, sounding rather offended on her alter egos behalf.

Scoffing, she shakes her head. “Clearly that's because he's going easy on her! He's never directly shot her, according to the reports clearly, he's soft on her!” The lies taste bitter on her tongue.

Jason splutters and flushes bright red, turning away from her slightly. “W-well that's obviously a testament to her skill and not Red Hood's mercy! He's always reported as being a merciless killer, why'd he be soft on her!”

“I don't know!” She makes a dying-choking noise as she flushes even more red than earlier. Shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth to avoid having to respond any further.

Luckily, the news shows pans over to Alya standing in front of a screen showing a recorded feed of a warehouse. Not just any warehouse, but specifically the one on fourth that Maladroit had faced Red Hood in less than an hour ago.

Marinette feels her pulse quicken at the reminder of the close shave she'd had.

“Hey wait a second, those warehouses don't have security cameras at all? How'd they get this footage?” Jason complains, eyes narrowed at the TV.

It feels as though ice has been poured down her spine at his words. She freezes, body stiffening in shock. He's right… G said there's none because that's why he asked me to check things out. The only people who'd know this are Chat, Gamer, myself, and Red Hood and his gang. She swallows thickly and tries to subtly side-eye Jason. Oh no. I've been crushing on my roommate who works for Red Hood's gang? Oh god! The friend with the emergency was referring to Red Hood calling him into work!

She can't help but inhale a shallow panicked breath. He could've been one of the lackeys shooting at me and Chat this past week. Or, or I could've hurt him with my yo-yo. Or—

Jason turns to fully face, clearly registering the blatant panic on her face. “Hey, hey, hey, Marinette, you're okay, you're safe. What's wrong?”

“Are you working for Red Hood?” Marinette blurts out, accidentally, the words pouring out in an unintentional panicked rush. “Are you in his gang?”

He jerks back, fear, confusion, and hurt crosses his face. “Wh-what? What makes you think that?”

“His gang was just in that warehouse, and you were out on an emergency for a "friend". And how would you have known unless you were there tonight and working for his gang?” She chews her lip forcefully and winces as the taste of iron floods her mouth.

He reaches towards her, eyes widening concern.

She flinches back, suddenly reminded of how similar this is to that moment with Red Hood on the warehouse balcony.

Jason jerks back as if her flinching burnt him. Raising his hands, he leans away from her to give her some semblance of space. “Fuck. Look, I'm not going to hurt you! Have I ever hurt you whilst we've been roomies?”

Nervously, she shakes her head.

“I really care about you, Marinette. Hell, we've lived together for nearly a year now. I would never hurt you, okay! I promise.” Tears prick in his eyes, and he grimaces slightly, lowering his hands to rest on his lap. “Yeah, I uh, I'm working for him. But I do everything I can to keep work from following me home. I didn't tell you because I never wanted to scare you.”

Guilt gnaws at her. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have judged. I—” She takes a shaky breath, “I really really care about you too. I'm just worried, what if Red Hood, or even Maladroit, or any of the other vigilantes hurt you? What if you get hurt in one of those gang wars?” Her words aren't lies but they're not the full truth either.

He sighs, “I can't promise I won't ever get hurt on the job. Maladroit and the other vigilantes do a lot of good but Maladroit especially is far too nice to hurt any of us. I've uh, seen her fight some of the others gang members, and been fought by her too. And out of everyone against the gang, she's the one who leaves us with barely more than a scratch at worst.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Most in the gang really respect her for that, y'know.”

Marinette's brain feels like the windows shutting down sound. “Oh. Oh.”

Sheepishly, he smiles half-heartedly at her. “Yeah.”

“So, is that why you were so adamant she's a fully-fledged vigilante in her right?” She asks, feeling bashful yet honoured whilst completely surprised.

Jason clears his throat and glances away. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh.” Her brain rewinds a moment. She splutters for a second, desperation racing through her. “Wait, she's fought you!?”

Full-on grimacing, he nervously laughs. “Left but a scratch!”

“Are you misquoting Monty Python right now? Oh good gods, that's the knight who says that after getting his limbs chopped off!” Marinette exclaims, looking every bit as horrified as her tone of voice conveys.

“Seriously, I've never gotten worse than a couple of minor cuts and bruises, I'm fine!” Jason reiterates.

She frowns and gingerly shuffles across the sofa closer to him. He keeps leaning back away, so she physically throws herself at him, pulling him into a tight hug. Incidentally burying her face in his shirt. “Okay, okay. Just, please let me know next time you get hurt. I've a friend who lived in a bad situation before, so I know how to help patch up minor injuries. Promise?”

Jason stiffens at the hug and slowly moves one hand to cup the back of her head whilst wrapping the other around her back. He shuts his eyes, cocking his head back and sighs. “Alright. I promise I'll tell you. And I'm sorry for keeping something this big from you. As I said, I was worried you'd be scared of me or that you'd get dragged into gang-related shit because of it.”

“You don't need to apologise.” Marinette mumbles in response, “I get it. I really do understand.” She bites at her sore bleeding lips again in guilt, her secret identity left unspoken on her tongue.

He shrugs, “so uh. I'm guessing you're still happy to stay roomies then, right?”

“Of course!” She responds without missing a beat hugging him even tighter.

Eventually, they release each other from the embrace to finish their now lukewarm hot chocolates and popcorn. The news continues playing, no longer forgotten in the background as the two try to act as if nothing has changed.

———

Jason collapses onto his bed with a heavy sigh. He pulls out his phone and rings a number on autopilot.

The dial tone plays as the line connects. “Hey, whaddup Jay?”

“Holy fucking shit balls, man.” Jason groans. “I fucked up.”

Roy hums, “like need help burying a body fucked up or what?”

Jason groans even louder, smushing his face into his bed covers. “My roomie is smart, right. I accidentally let a tiny detail slip when we were chatting whilst watching the eleven o'clock news as usual. And she now thinks that I'm in Red Hood's gang.”

There's a long pause, before Roy bursts into raucous laughter. “Holy shit, I'm dying! She's not wrong!”

“Yeah. I know. She ain't right either though.” He grumbles in response. “She was absolutely terrified when she realised. Nearly had a full-on panic attack and everything.”

“Oh fuck.” Roy helpfully says.

Jason grunts in agreement. “She was also real concerned that Red Hood or the vigilantes have hurt me.”

“Well, that's better?” Roy offers, sounding rather unsure of his own words.

“Yeah but she's taken thinking I'm some low-level member of my gang this badly, how the fuck d'ya think she's gonna take finding out I'm the big bad Red Hood himself?” Jason sighs. “I don't want to ask her out without her knowing this, 'cause it could endanger her.”

Roy hums again, “well, you've been roommates this long already and she's been completely safe from the Vigilante-Gang life so far.”

There's a gentle thump as Jason lifts his head and throws it into the sheets again out of sheer frustration. He relents, reluctantly. “That's true…”

“See. And since it sounds like she's not planning on moving out, clearly she doesn't mind living with you. Just ask her out to dinner already.” Roy adds, cheerfully.

Huffing, he rolls over on the bed. “I'm starting to feel like those weird girl slumber party ads with the creepy phone-a-boy games.”

Roy wheezes, followed by a thudding noise and the distant sound of his cackling.

“Wow. And to think I called you for help. I'm offended.” Jason goads with no bite, waiting a few seconds to hear Roy's response but it's just more laughter.

He rolls his eyes and ends the call, not like Roy will mind. Throwing an arm over his face, Jason barely refrains from grabbing his pillow to scream into. He doesn't, obviously. Because the walls are thin enough that Marinette might hear him and he's worried her enough this night as is.

Sighing like a lovesick protagonist in a period romance novel, Jason moves his arm to run his fingers through his own hair. A date. Just gotta ask her at some point, to dinner at a fancy-ish restaurant. It'll be fine, what's the worst that can happen?

Her terrified reaction on the sofa flashes through his mind, followed by the reminder of how small and scared Maladroit had seemed when she had fallen to her knees on the warehouse balcony. There was no way that she was faking the pain, like he'd initially thought. She had practically staggered in her mad dash to escape. And there's no way for me to find out whether she got to somewhere safe afterwards. God, she could be lying dead in some dank alleyway for all I know right now. Fuck, I hope she's okay...

He groans in distress and shifts in place. Already feeling like he really won't be getting any sleep at all tonight at this rate, thanks to his concern for those two.

———

| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are much appreciated! |

| I decided to go close to canon for names this time, hence why Chat Noir remains unchanged but Max is Gamer (because A. that was his Akuma name, and B. he's like Player from Carmen Sandiego in this, couldn't help myself), and Marinette is Maladroit (from the first thing she calls herself in Origins). |

| Oh, also whilst it's not explicitly stated in the text; Marinette/Maladroit's has the power of luck/being lucky, Chat Noir has the power of being unlucky, and Red Hood has "Perfect Aim" aka he's a hitscan. Which is why Maladroit is able to dodge his bullets by making herself "lucky enough" to dodge in time. |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |

| @jasonette-july-event |

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An Unexpected Friendship, But A Friendship Nonetheless

A Jason Todd and Harley Quinn One-Shot (Non-Reader Insert)

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: So I wrote this for @aurailia or @nitebirdie because she drew that wonderful Jason picture for me which you can find right here! I hope you like this, Jess! Love you! -Thorne

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Jason expected a lot of things.

1. Getting yelled at by Bruce for shooting serial murderers and rapists? Check.

2. Getting yelled at by Damian for calling him short? Check.

3. Getting yelled at by Tim for spray painting a billboard of him with penises? Check.

4. Getting yelled at by Dick for picking on his younger brothers? Check.

So really, it was getting yelled at by his family that he expected the most, but all things considered about his life, his expectations weren’t pretty high. He knew he was going to get hurt on patrol, knew was going to spend the rest of his life dealing with the chronic pain and learning how to manage it.

But the one thing Jason never expected, was to end up being friends with Harley Quinn.

And honest to God, the whole friendship only started because the psychiatrist they both went to accidentally scheduled them at the same time. A screw up. A monumental screw up. But it did lead to a revolutionary session where Jason and Harley spent most of their time badgering each other about their habits while the woman merely watched on and scribbled furiously at her notepad.

When they both left, they were in such a heated argument about which way would be better to deal with the Joker. Jason suggested a bullet in the head and Harley suggested cutting off his arms and legs. An excellent suggestion, he had to admit, but nothing would satisfy him more than killing the pasty bastard, and she knew that too.

Surprisingly, when Harley got to her bus stop, she grabbed the front collar of his shirt to keep him in place while she typed her number in his phone. Of course, Jason wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about: the fact that she’d lifted his phone without him knowing, or that she was putting her number in it and telling him to call her when he needed someone to talk to.

He’d responded that he didn’t need another shrink in his head.

She’d given him a pitied look and said it wasn’t for that, but for a friend.

And Jason wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but three weeks after, he was dialing her number at two A.M. just to hear someone’s voice over the deafening silence in his apartment.

They talked for hours about anything and everything. Cars, weapons, games, favorite childhood memories, everything they could think of. And by the time they’d finally talked until their tongues were numb, the sun had started peeking above the buildings in the distance.

He apologized for keeping her all night.

Harley laughed and asked to hang out on patrol come Friday night then hung up.

Jason hadn’t even told her who he was, but low and behold she was doing cartwheels on the roof of the building he was looking out on that night. And it should’ve annoyed him but hell, he’d grown up with Dick—gymnastics was something he was used to being around.

Halfway through their stakeout, she was perched on the side of the ledge, staring at the side of his head, and it shouldn’t’ve unnerved him like it did, but there was something about her bright blue eyes drilling into his brain that made his skin crawl—and not in the good way.

Will you stop boring holes in me, Quinn? He’d grunted. Pay attention.

Why? She’d retorted. Aren’t you tired of doing this? Don’t you wanna go do something fun?

Stopping drug dealers is good for Gotham.

I’m not talking about good for Gotham, Jason. I’m talking about for you.

Harley hauled him up and tugged him along, him barely resisting because good God she was relentless and headstrong when she put her mind to something. So, he let her. And she dragged him to the Bat-Burger down the block and shoved a roll of money towards the cashier, ordering one of everything on the menu.

And Jason found it really odd when he was balancing two trays in his hands while Harley carried the milkshakes over to the booth in the corner where they huddled in and started eating.

She held up a packet in between her fingers. Want some Jokerized seasoning?

He blinked at her and gently took it, sprinkling the red, white, and green flakes over his fries. And he wasn’t offended when she reached over and took one, popping it in her mouth.

It’s terrible to say it, but God I love this shit. She laughed and Jason’s jaw dropped.

I know! He agreed with a grin. I can’t help it! It’s so good!

Her eyes had narrowed at that. You should smile more, Jason. You look normal when you do.

Normal? He repeated.

You look happy. And that’s what you should strive for. She finalized and took the Robin Nuggets from his tray, grinning when he let out a noise of complaint.

When they could finally move after consuming so much food, she tugged him along to the department store that had closed hours before and while Jason wasn’t one to ever care about breaking and entering, he did have a problem with property that wasn’t a center for criminal activity.

Don’t be a baby. She griped and slipped in though one of the vents and Jason merely stared at the opening before he heard her yell to him. Get a move on! We have stuff to do!

Begrudgingly, he squeezed himself into the way too small vent and shimmied after her.

And Harley Quinn must’ve been planning this for a while because when his feet finally hit the floor, he watched as she started disabling security cameras and alarms in the entire building before spinning around and grinning at him.

Mall’s ours. Let’s get it. And she was off.

Bruce was not going to be happy about this but watching her swing that electrified bat at the glass windows, watching them shatter into millions of shards stirred up something devious in him and Harley was cackling when he broke a window with an armored elbow and yanked out the mannequin, tugging the black leather jacket off before shrugging it on.

He posed with his shoulders squared and strong and she clapped her hands. Looks good! Wanna go hit one of the jewelry stores and find some silver earrings to go with it?

Jason nodded and somehow Harley ended up piggybacking on him, giggling profusely when he started belting out Queen at the top of his lungs; she even joined when they got to the operatics.

And somehow, he let her convince him to go and help her raid the major makeup store in the mall. Harley managed to fill three backpacks full of lipsticks, foundations, eye-shadows, and a whole lotta other shit that Jason had no idea what they were for.

How much money do you think all that is? He inquired and she shrugged.

Probably a grand? Maybe two if I’m being honest. This place is a money-sucking-makeup-hog and I’ll be damned if I’m paying a hundred bucks for one set of lipstick and eyeliner.

She turned to him. Anywhere you wanna go? There’s a map out there if you wanna go look.

Jason nodded and walked out of the store while she was busy filling whatever belt pocket wasn’t empty.

After a few minutes, he heard, Found anywhere?

He pointed silently at one of the stores on the brightened map and she squinted, looking it over.

You wanna go there?

Wouldn’t’ve suggested it if I didn’t.

She shrugged and piggybacked him again. Lead the way, Jason.

He hated that the elevators had been out, and while he hadn’t broken a sweat carrying Harley up three flights of immovable stairs, his knees and his back were killing him when they finally got to the store.

He started wandering inside but stopped when she tossed him a duffel bag.

Fill it up with everything you want.

Jason tried to smile but could only manage a grimace as he stepped in and started going up and down the aisles. He wasn’t too picky with his choosing. Books that looked like they’d help manage his pain he shoved in the duffel bag. An electric pulsing gel pad went in too followed by a vibrating roller he could stretch his muscles on.

He was flipping through a book geared towards mindful chronic pain management when he felt her slide next to him.

Finding everything alright?

Mostly…this one is all about conditioning the mind to work with the pain.

Sounds useful. Meditation and mindfulness have been known to work. It’s really all about placebo-ing your mind into it. She looked at him. Jason, do you ever think about going to a physical therapist?

He scoffed. I already go see a shrink. Why would I go see another doctor?

Because your mind is one thing, and your body is another. Her hand was cool when she placed it on his arm. Jason, if you’re in pain, there are people who can help you.

He really wanted to be snarky but all he could do was glare at her. And what about you? Do you go see a doctor for all the things he did to you too?

Harley gazed at him for a long time before answering him firmly. I will if you do. Or… she started, then trailed off and picked up a few books on physical therapy. You can come to the apartment that Ivy and I live in and we can do it together.

And Jason blinked in shock because he’d never met a person who would agree to do something for themselves if he did something for himself, an agreement for dual help.

You’d really do that for me? For you too?

Harley smiled, big and pearly white, red lipstick a bit smeared in the corner from their meal earlier.

We’re both screwed up cause of what he did, Jason. But here’s where we’re different from everyone else.She linked her arm with his, leaned close and murmured. We’re not going to stew in it while healing is in our futures.

You know we’ll never be one hundred percent fixed, right?

It’s not about fixing, Jason. It’s about healing. Healing doesn’t mean you’re fixed. Memories, pain, it’ll always be there and no amount of management for pain or therapy is going to fix that.

She stared up at him. But it will remind you that you’re still you. Even if there’s a few broken pieces here and there. And no one can take that from you. Not even him.

Jason’s lungs were too tight to form words and his eyes stung horribly but he managed to swallow the lump enough to choke out his reply. You’re alright, Harley.

Smiling, she pressed her cheek into his bicep. Call me Harleen, Jason.

Not Harley?

No, not Harley. I only let the ones I care about call me Harleen.

Does this mean we’re friends then?

Oh, this absolutely means we’re friends now. Best friends, in fact. She tugged at his arm. And I think there’s a Wayne Enterprises outlet somewhere in here and I think we should leave Brucie boy a message.

Jason laughed and wiped his eyes, hurrying after her. Can we spray paint dicks everywhere?

Only if I can spray paint boobs.

You’ve got yourself a deal, Harleen.

Jason expected a lot in his life. To be yelled at by his family for being a pain-in-the-ass son and brother, to be injured on the job, to see a therapist every Tuesday and Thursday, to call his family every night to tell them he loved them.

But the one thing he never expected, was to find one of the greatest friends he’d ever had in a woman he had once been on opposite sides with.

He also didn’t expect Batman to come through the window of the outlet in the middle of their spray painting but that’s another story for another time.

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