#young justice oneshot
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
Word Count: 3.5K
Summary: Dick Grayson teaches you that it's okay to love someone else in your life.
A/N: Ya'll I'm all about being strict with yourself and everything but just for today if you want an extra cookie then you take the damn cookie. Maybe you can work twice as hard tomorrow or you can do one extra task on your to-do list. But if you want the extra cookie, then don't hold yourself back.
You loved working at a bakery. The thing about a bakery is that it wasn't the same as one of those capitalist coffee houses where people wanted their morning cup of joe before they had to run to work. No, a bakery meant people would visit the quaint little store where people would sit down and enjoy their coffee and muffin leisurely before leaving.
It was calm and quiet, even during rush hours. So, you didn't find it surprising at all when people sat down to finish their work. Students came here to study. Office workers came here to look over their numbers. Readers came here to bury their noses in their book of that week.
And as of most recently, police officers came here to look through their cases. Well, a police officer.
Dick Grayson had got to be the sweetest thing you have ever laid your eyes on. And you lived in a damn bakery. He always came on Thursdays, spending nearly an hour to go through case reports while he ate. The same every week, a chocolate eclair and a cup of milk tea. He came by so often that you began preparing his order beforehand for him.
You liked to think it was because he was a loyal regular so you wanted to show appreciation but your co-worker knew it was because you wanted as much time possible to stare at his gorgeous face. She couldn't blame you however, his face was so perfect she felt her retinas burn a little every time she looked straight at him.
Since the day you expressed the slightest interest in Dick Grayson, she had been pushing you to ask him out. You merely entertained her, laughing along whenever she made a joke about how the two of you would look good together and that you've been single for too long. But both of you knew you couldn't do anything to change that.
Just like you hadn't for about 3 years now.
And you assumed it would continue to stay that way.
But Dick Grayson. Wow. Not only was he the most gorgeous person you've ever laid your eyes on, he was also always so well-mannered, polite and cheery. He remembered your name, always asked you about your day. And perhaps the most important part; the man knew how to tip well.
But even then, no matter how smitten you were with him, you wanted it to remain just that. Unrequited and unreturned. Admiration from afar. Never in your life had you wanted it to turn into something more than that. The short reason was because you were afraid.
The long reason was that you still weren't over your boyfriend. You suppose 3 years was more than enough time to move on from somebody but you could only assume that was if you part ways willingly.
He was it for you, your soulmate, your everything. And all it took was one minute to rip him away from you. If he had left the house a minute later, if he had entered the bank a minute later, if the ambulance had gotten there a minute faster, maybe he'd still be there with you.
That's why it was difficult to get over him. He was your soulmate, your other half, you were sure of it. How could you even love someone else knowing that they weren't your soulmate? How would someone else love you if they knew that you could never love them as much as you could?
It was inconceivable, not to mention selfish. You'd never be able to live with yourself knowing that you were keeping someone from meeting their true soulmate and yet not being able to give them the love that someone else could have given them.
Your best friend thought otherwise. She didn't believe in the concepts of soulmates, that there was only one person on the face of the planet who could be your other half. However sometimes you felt that she only thought that way to make you feel less guilty.
Besides, it's not like Dick ever tried to make any advances on you either. So really you were worrying for nothing.
"Why haven't you asked him out yet?" Gwen teased, leaning on the counter beside you where you were unabashedly staring at Dick Grayson. Man was built like a model; you couldn't help it.
"Because if he rejects me, we lose a customer and hence profit." You answered nonchalantly, not even bothering to look her in the eye. So, you didn't see the way she rolled them so high the could've gone to the back of her head.
"He orders one drink and one pastry every week, I think we'll survive." She mentioned, getting back behind the register as someone came in. They were teenage girls who were apparently attracted by the sight of Dick sitting by the window, judging by the way they giggled cutely amongst each other and stared at him. They ordered 6 bubble teas and a bunch of mini cakes.
You turned towards Gwen with a smirk, "Will we? He's practically a light up sign that says come inside! Buy things and stare at me some more! I get even prettier if you're eating one of the apple strudels!"
You didn't notice the way his lips turned up in a little smile at your words but Gwen sure did. Because of course she did. You wrote off everything he did because there was absolutely no way Dick would like you or show any interest in you but Gwen knew that he lingered by the counter when you were the one taking his order.
She knew he gave you a softer smile and even noticed the way his eyes would follow you around the cafe while you set orders in front of other customers and rearranged the flowers on different tables.
Oh, she knew. And she knew just how to get you two crazy kids together.
The cafe was busy. So busy that your hair was a mess but you didn't have free hands to rearrange it and make it look slightly presentable even though you were taking orders from other customers while also trying to keep an ear open for the oven. These were the days that you regret not hiring any part-timers to help you during rush hours.
But then you'd have to actually pay them which you didn't like either.
During the rush, the last person who expected to walk through the doors was Dick Grayson. You knew he usually came during quiet hours to work on cases. And since practically every table was occupied, you were sure he would need to talk his order to go.
"Hey, the regular?" You asked, smiling gently behind the register and he returned it before shaking his head, "No, 6 black coffees, please. Everyone on the team needed one if we're going to finish all the paperwork today."
"Pulling an all-nighter?" You asked, punching in the order on the screen and he nodded, "Feel free to stop by for anything else, will that be all?"
He nodded again and you grinned, handing him his receipt and credit card. You were slightly disappointed due to the short-lived interaction but quickly waved him away so you could attend to the next customer.
The woman smiled coyly, letting her eyes follow him, "I'll have whatever he's having."
You smiled politely, "Six black coffees coming right up."
Oh, the look on her face was as bitter as the coffee she was about to receive when she sauntered over to Dick only to be promptly shut down. You felt kind of bad for her and made it a point in your head to offer her more cream and sugar than usual to make her rejection a little easier to swallow.
And now was your favourite part.
Gwen set the cardboard box containing his order on the counter and you smirked evilly before calling out, "Dick!"
Everyone's head spun and you couldn't help laughing when you noticed the way his face turned a light pink. He gave you a playful smirk, "Thanks for that."
"I'll see you on Friday."
"Don't work yourself too hard Grayson."
Even when the door chimed behind him, the smile was still stuck on your face. The shop was in utter chaos but you were remaining ever the chipper, politely dealing with customers and feeling energized for the first time today.
"So, when's the date?" Gwen asked, coming out of the kitchen with the cooled cakes that she began to place in the display. She clearly noticed the way you were grinning just because of one measly minute of interaction with the blue-eyed beauty.
"I didn't ask him out."
"Well, lucky for you, I did."
You raised a brow, turning to find her staring at you with a smirk, "What?"
"I wrote your number on his cup."
You had every intention to politely turn down Dick if he ended up calling you but as the sun began to set, you began to feel disappointed and maybe even a little offended that he hadn't called yet. I mean, you had a legitimate reason for thinking of turning him down but what reason did he have?
Tons. If you actually sat down and thought about it, which you did, he had tons. He could already be in a committed relationship. He could be busy; he did say he was going to spend an all-nighter. He might not have seen your number on the cup. He could have thought that the number belonged to Gwen. He could be gay.
And of course, he could be uninterested.
But you preferred to think about the former reasons.
It wasn't until you were closing down the cafe, you heard your phone ring from the pocket of your apron that was haphazardly strewn across one of the tables.
Gwen 'oooohed' from the kitchen where she was stuck cleaning the ovens because she gave your number to people without consent. Ever the soldier, she accepted her punishment with a solemn nod.
You rolled your eyes at her and pulled out your phone, heart beating a tiny bit faster when you realized it was an unrecognized number.
You cringed. That wasn't Dick's voice.
"Who is this?"
"I was about to ask the same question," Came the smug reply, "I wanted to know the name of the pretty girl who wrote her number on my coffee cup."
You gritted your teeth, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and glared at the kitchen door, hoping the oven door would close in on that bitch.
"How do you know I'm pretty?"
"I can tell from your voice, sweetheart."
"Okay then, nice talking with you. Goodbye."
"Wait! You gave me your number, but you won't tell me your name?"
This was one of the most hilarious and embarrassing moments you've ever been in. You were sure looking back you would find this absolutely hilarious but at the moment there was nothing you wanted more than to melt into a puddle on the floor that Gwen would have to clean up.
"Well, you see, that actually wasn't meant for you." You explained, meekly, wondering just who the hell this guy was. For all you knew, he fished out the cup from the trash after Dick threw it away.
"Oh, well Grayson, you were right, it was for you. Damn, I owe Kev 5 bucks." Came from the other side of the phone and you nearly dropped your phone from shock and for a split second you wanted to just hang up and pretend that you lost your phone.
But instead, you just bit your lip to keep anything stupid from leaving your mouth and waited for the shuffling on the other line to end before Dick finally spoke, "Um, sorry about that, the other guys didn't believe me when I said the number was for me."
You didn't reply fast enough, you were trying to think of something to say that was witty but cute at the same time but your mind was coming up blank, "Um, it was for me, right?"
"How are you so sure that I'm the one who wrote it though?" That was a genuine question, the number could have easily been Gwen's.
"I'm assuming it was since you're the one who picked up the phone." Dumb question. It was a dumb question.
"It's totally fine if you say no, but do you possibly want to get a cup of coffee sometime?"
"I work at a coffee shop, Dick." Came your curt answer and the place exploded into laughter, making you assume the phone was still on speaker and you blushed.
"Right, then maybe for dinner? Please?"
Oh, he's so cute. And he's on speaker phone, you wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. Also, one meal wouldn't hurt. And you really hated to say no.
You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Great! Just text me what time you get off work."
You nodded again, "Alright, bye."
You turned back to Gwen, who was standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face and scowled at how triumphant she looked, "Well I hope you're happy with yourself, now I have to go and shave my legs."
"Oof finally, maybe next time we cuddle I won't get carpet burn."
You sent her a glare that was so foul she actually stopped in her place. She recognized your mom-death-stare anywhere and you could see that she suddenly began rethinking her decision. Which she should, you had half a mind to call up her own mother and tattle.
"I mean, it's just one date. I'm sure you'll be okay. Besides, Dick is a nice guy and you've had a crush on him for way too long."
You didn't say anything, just choosing to stare at her. You knew Gwen and you knew the way she'd cripple under your stare. You weren't mad at her, she was right, you had been crushing on Dick ever since he stepped into the cafe. But you also knew the more you stared at her, the more chance you had of getting her to clean the cappuccino machine this month.
"And I know you miss him but I think this is what he would've wanted for you, to be happy even if he wasn't in your life."
Now the conversation was headed towards an unwanted place. This was usually where you got closed off and she knew that well. Just like she expected, you broke eye contact with her and went to grab a rag to wipe down tables.
"I know you still go to the bus stop."
The bus stop. Your boyfriend had walked you to the bus stop on your first date. Coincidentally, it began drizzling at the same time and the way the sunlight had hit it just perfectly, a rainbow was visible right above you. It was truly magical and at the time the two of you had joked around about how it was a sign from above.
You had long since moved and stopped using that bus stop. But still, some days when you especially missed him, you would go back and sit quietly, staring up at the sky and waiting for a sign from above.
It was quiet for a few minutes, with the two of you just wiping down tables before you spoke up quietly, "How do I know if I'm ready?"
Gwen hummed contemplatively, like she was actually thinking about your question instead of just telling you what you wanted to hear, "I guess you won't know until you try. It's just one date with the guy, you don't have to be committed to each other. Besides, it's Dick, he's not some narrow-minded guy that's only looking for sex."
That comforted you a tiny bit. She was right, Dick was kind and gentlemanly. He'd understand if you said you weren't ready. That realization gave you confidence and you were more that eager to have a fun night.
Shaving your legs was so worth it for this man. To someone who couldn't relate it might seem like a stupid way to gauge a date but to a person who invested in razors and post shaving products, it was a sure-fire way to tell if someone had a good time.
Dick was a perfect 10 no matter which way you looked at him. Beautiful, that was obvious. Kind to the wait staff, always a plus. Funny and interesting, there wasn't a single beat of awkward silence throughout the date. And more than anything, he was the first man to make your heart flutter in a long time.
He was so different compared to your last boyfriend, you couldn't put your finger on it, but their energies were different. That was possibly a good thing.
When dinner was done with, you both walked back to the parking lot where he began laughing when you expressed just how excited you were to get back into his porche.
"I mean, you're cute and all but your car is a 10." You joked around and immediately felt relieved because he seemed to understand that it was merely a joke. Taken in the wrong context you could tell how that might seem like a red flag.
The two of you rode back to your apartment in a comfortable silence when Dick brought up the topic of a second date. You bit your lip guiltily; you had a great time but it was difficult to suddenly open your heart to someone new. Especially when you spent the last few years denying it.
"Okay this is gonna be a little heavy for a first date but," You began, stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye. He was watching the road diligently but had his body turned slightly towards you which made you comfortable, "I was in a very serious relationship with someone a couple years ago. We were supposed to get married."
He didn't tense up in the way you were expecting him to, in fact he just kept listening to you obediently, "He passed away. And I feel kinda guilty every time I date someone else, you know? Because he was just the one for me, so how can I be dating someone else?"
It was quiet for a second and you wondered if you had scared him off. You sunk into the leather seats a little bit, hoping the ride to your house would be short but it didn't seem like it since you had gone quiet far out of the city for your date.
You sat up, "You do?"
Dick nodded, sparing you a smile, "I've experienced loss too so I know what you might be feeling."
He nodded again, "Well, my parents passed away when I was a boy. And then my brother." You didn't say you were sorry; you had long learned that it didn't make anyone feel better.
"I got adopted soon after and after my brother passed, my dad adopted another son. And in the start, it felt like I was trying to replace my parents, to replace Jason."
You nodded, "Finally, someone who gets it."
"Oh, I get it, don't worry. I used to feel guilty every time I'd hang out with my brother Tim or when I'd think of Bruce as my dad."
"Did you ever stop feeling like that?"
"Eventually, when I learnt that you don't have to stop loving someone to open your heart to someone new. Love doesn't work that way, it's infinite. I love Bruce as my father, doesn't mean I love my parents any less. And I think everyone deserves the chance to love someone."
His words gave you something to think about and you spent the next couple of minutes just pondering over it. Should you go on a second date with him? You wanted to, but something inside you just couldn't agree to it. It could've been fear, it could've been something else. But you couldn't let go of it long enough to just take the plunge.
A rainbow soared through the night sky.
"Nyan cat?" You blurted out before you could even make sense of what you were saying and Dick burst into laughter beside you.
"Unfortunately, no, just looks like someone's pride flag got loose."
You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren't seeing things but the more you looked at it, the clearer it got. It was an unmistakable rainbow that was fluttering in the night sky.
Just the sign you needed.
Turning back to Dick with a soft smile, you gingerly rested one of your hands on his. He turned to look at you, blue eyes filled with mirth and comfort and rejuvenation. This was your chance. It was like a breath of fresh air, a new adventure. And sure, you were scared, but it was a good kind.
"I'd love to go on a second date with you, Dick."
The smile you got in response was the key you needed to open your heart right up.
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Dick Grayson didn’t need more on his plate, really. He already had Gotham, the Team, and school on his hands- and, now, on top of that, the team is falling apart.
Because of a stimulation gone wrong.
M’gann couldn’t help it, really, but, now Dick felt another weight onto his shoulders: to bring the team back together.
In retrospect, it wasn’t his job, no, but it felt like it was.
And that’s what mattered, didn’t it? That, for some reason, he felt the need to take control of bringing the team back together.
Barely stopping for a moment to help himself, yet, he felt the need to do this.
He looked in the mirror, sighing.
“You got to do this, Robin,” he told himself, in a shaky whisper, “because no one else will.”
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Could write a Beast Boy x reader one-shot based on Good Fight by Unspoken please ?
Pairing: Garfield Logan as Beast Boy x Reader
Warnings: I don’t think there are any.
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: I am so so sorry this is so late. I really hope you like it.
Keep fighting the good fight (never give up, never give up)
Keep letting your light shine (holding it high as long as you live)
The life of a superhero was gruelling. It was blood and fists and chaos most of the time. To Gar, every day out in the field passed by him in a blur. When he was fighting the supervillain of the week, he was reduced to base instincts, taking orders from Dick and fighting alongside the others. He knew who his team was and he remained loyal to them.
That was how all of his friendships were forged, in loyalty through battle. If he was able to risk his life with these people and trusted them enough with himself then he should be able to get through a meal with them. Sometimes he felt extremely thankful.
But sometimes it felt like he was running towards something with no end. How long was he going to keep burning himself from both ends to try and save the world time and time again when people keep trying to wreak havoc across it anyway?
It was another fight that the team was unprepared for. Some deranged super villain that called out the cities heroes to come and stop him. They weren't prepared, they were caught by surprise, but even then, they couldn't let down the city.
That was why Gar was currently getting thrown around like a rag doll. For those few seconds of his life when he felt pain, he wanted to quit. He didn't want to fight this fight anymore; he didn't want to be a superhero anymore. Why should he fight just because he could?
A whimper from his side brought him out of his subconscious haze. It was troubling him to open his eyes but he finally focused on the person beside him through shaky pupils.
You were whining slightly when you moved because of the pain you felt. Blood was running down the side of your head. Your body was spasming slightly from the amount of hits you received and Gar could make sure without even looking that there were multiple bruises underneath your clothes.
It pained him even more than the hits he received. The love of his life was in pain and he felt concerned seeing your features twisted in agony. He wished he could pull you into his arms.
It was at that moment he wanted to pack up and leave. Never look back to this superhero life. Get an apartment with you where you would wake up in the same bed and eat breakfast and laugh. A life where fights would be verbal and would end in apologies and kisses and make up sex.
He didn't want to fight for others anymore. He wanted to be selfish for once in his life. He wanted to be selfish for you. His lungs were burning, joined searing and head throbbing when he was thrown to a wall. For a second, Gar saw white and his ears were ringing.
You turned to him, still panting and offered a smile, "Just a few more seconds."
He sent you a lopsided smirk, "I've heard that before."
You laughed, taking a few breaths before getting up, groaning unapologetically. When you finally stood with stability, you held out a hand for him to take, "Let's go babe. Let's keep fighting the good fight."
He gave you a smile that made your heart skip a beat and grabbed your hand to help haul himself up. The fight had moved downtown and so he spared a second to peck your lips lightly before turning into a tiger and sprinting away, with you following closely.
Even in the road blocks, Even through the rough spots
When you're feeling you're giving all that you got
''Cause I'm never gonna leave you
Always gonna see you through to the other side
I'm with you in the next step, givin' you the next breath
I'll be the voice saying "You're gonna make it"
When you're out there on your own you are never alone
It was those days when he returned back to the tower, beaten and bloodied. Everything in his body was burning and he dragged himself to the showers even though he just wanted to lose consciousness in his cosy bed. But he could smell the stench of blood and dirt, amplified by his animals’ senses.
The hot water rained over his bed, red went down the drain and he tried to drown out the smell by using the most fragrant thing he could find; apple body wash. When the sweet smell hit his nostrils, he was filled with a sense of comfort.
It was your body wash.
Suddenly he wanted to be right in bed beside you, with you curled up in his arms. So, he intentionally rushed through the shower, not letting the hot water soothe his joints for long before hopping out and wrapping himself up in your thick bathrobe.
When he got into his room, you were sitting on his bed and applying lotion to your body. Cocoa butter. You raised a brow at him when you noticed the frilly bathrobe he was wearing and he shrugged cheekily, sitting in front of you.
You took a silent cue and began rubbing lotion on his back, taking the time to gently massage his muscles. You didn't need to say anything, it was silent but your actions were speaking waves to him. You were comforting him. You were rejuvenating him. You were home.
This was essentially aftercare except the before wasn't that fun.
Gar got dressed quickly after that, feeling his eyes droop shut with every second before he crawled beneath the covers right beside you. By habit, you curled into his side, throwing a leg over his waist and he sighed, smelling how clean you were.
Was he feeling okay? To be quite honest, he really wasn't, he felt unfulfilled. But way too tired to discuss it with you. He turned his body towards you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and feeling slightly full from the contact of your skin on his and murmured something incomprehensible.
"I'm always going to be here for you, my love." You mumbled, flitting in between consciousness. Gar kissed your forehead and that was the cue for you to fall into a deep sleep and he chuckled hearing your soft snores. You were always so quick to fall asleep. Maybe it was because you always felt so safe with him.
That's why he had to keep fighting the good fight. So that he, and others like him, could fall asleep like this with you, or others like you, in their arms.
The joy will be your banner
And my love will be your anthem
And you may never know
What your tomorrow holds
But you can know that I am holding your tomorrow
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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!
Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader
Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.
Word Count: 3.8k words
A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.
Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.
However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.
Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.
Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.
Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.
And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.
It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.
You seriously needed better tactics.
It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.
You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.
Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.
"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.
"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.
"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.
A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."
They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.
One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"
They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."
For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.
"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."
Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.
Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.
Business as usual.
Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.
You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.
And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.
You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.
Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.
Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.
Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?
His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.
'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'
He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?
Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?
Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.
"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.
Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.
"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.
"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.
You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.
"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.
"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.
"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"
"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.
Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.
Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.
"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.
Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.
"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.
Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.
"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.
You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.
Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.
"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"
"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.
"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.
Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.
Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.
It was silent for a moment. You had won.
And then the consequences of your actions hit you.
Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.
The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.
"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.
"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.
And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.
"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."
"Alfred prepare the med-bay."
Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.
"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.
"We just have to hope for the best."
When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.
Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.
"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."
His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.
There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.
He hadn't even given you a flower yet.
"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."
"That's fiction Wal—"
"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.
"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.
He raised a brow, "What?"
"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"
"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"
"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."
"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.
You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.
Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.
"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.
For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.
But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.
'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?
"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.
With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.
When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.
"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"
Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.
Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.
And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.
He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.
He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."
It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.
The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.
Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.
Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.
Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.
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Betrayed (Nightwing x reader oneshot)
This oneshot was from when I was 13 so you might cringe. In this AU, Nightwing is not part of Young Justice, but the Teen Titans.
Your mood was flat and your face was a perfect reflection of it. To be honest, a permanent scowl had graced your face for the past few months. There was no reason to smile, so you didn't. Why should you? Why should you sit around act like nothing happened, act like you're fine? No, you were not okay but you didn't know how to fix it, what to do. It was like in this bubble of despair with no way to pop it. Nothing could get you out and it controlled your every move.
Today, Young Justice was having a meeting with the Titans team and you were ecstatic about it. Please note the sarcasm. You weren't ecstatic at all, in fact, you were livid but also miserable. More miserable than livid though. Still, you couldn't fathom how he could easily walk in with his team and feel comfortable with your presence being there. In fact, how dare he. Nightwing, how dare he.
Deathstroke and the Joker had teamed up and it was Young Justice and the Titans team responsibility to stop them. The meeting was set up by both Superboy and Nightwing to come up with a strategy to prevent them from doing anything destructive. Only the senior members of the Young Justice team could attend and all of Titans had to be there since there was about 5 of them.
Your attention shifted to the Zeta Tube as you witnessed the Titans team walk through. Shivers went through your back and the whole world became a blur. You saw him there in all his glory. Nightwing equalled beauty. You hated yourself for thinking that way but you couldn't help it. You still had some type of feeling for him as love didn't just disappear in a blink of an eye. It gradually came away but for some people, falling out of love took years.
Nightwing and his team came forward as they greeted everyone. You personally didn't go up to them as you couldn't face him especially with his new partner all up on him, hands intertwined and everything. Superboy spoke next.
'Okay guys, let's start this meeting and finish hastily.'
The whole meeting went by in a blur. To be truthful you weren't paying any attention to what the others were saying because my mind was constantly distracted. It was infested with thoughts of him being near you. You couldn't help it, you just wanted him away from you. But the most prominent thing to you about the whole meeting was his eyes. Those eyes which once held love and care for you were now cold and stern. His eyes darted back and forth, always returning to settle at the sight of you.
You felt his eyes pierce through you so you stared straight back. No one dared to move for several minutes while you guys were in this position. It was as though you were in your own personal staring contest, but it wasn't so private because the others were noticing. You didn't seem to care, but it was clear that he did. He averted his gaze as he couldn't stand the intensity of the others' stars. Your face was adorned with a triumphant grin. He was a fucking bitch and felt like shit
After the meeting, you were on your way out. Someone grabbed your hand unexpectedly. When you turned around, you saw him: Nightwing. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He spoke first.
'Hey, Y/N' he said. 'It's been a while since we've seen each other.'
His voice was thick and raspy with some sort of emotion, but it was unclear. You, yourself couldn't find your voice and stared at the man, shock still apparent in your features. Nightwing spoke again but you could hear the emotion clear in his voice now. Uncertainty
' I know you probably don't want to speak to me but...'
You were the one that cut him off. "This is not the place or the time to discuss personal matters. It's inappropriate."
You led him out of the main room into the hallway so you could both talk, seeing how desperate he was to speak with you. You could feel the others' intense stares on your back, and you felt quite uneasy. He continued as soon as you were farther away from the others.
"I know what I did was wrong, but I was just falling out of love with you. It's natural and it happens. But I still should have handled the situation in a more mature way. I hate this tension between us. Ive lost such a wonderful person in my life and I hate the way we ended. I've found someone new and I want the same for you. So can we be friends y/n? Work it out in some way"
Those words hurt like a dagger to the chest. He was falling out of love with you. You weren't worthy of his love, weren't good enough for him so he went and cheated on you with some random bitch. But then this bastard wanted your forgiveness. After all he did to you, he still wanted to be friends. Wanted to work it out but came here with the flimsiest, most deflated, fucked up apology ever.
Hysterically, that's how you laughed, hysterically.
'Please don't tell me you actually said, friends'
Your voice was deadly calm
"I'm hoping you didn't just say friends, because if you did, you're insane. It's never a good idea to use the words you, me, and friends" in the same sentence. You have no right to ask such a personal question. Do you realise how awful you made me feel? I felt as if I was nothing to you, as if I were unimportant and unwanted. No one was there for me, and you want to approach me and behave as though nothing happened. Dick, you must be crazy and completely wrong. Dick, you abandoned me for Titans and now you want to be my friend. Please don't make me laugh because I can't take you. seriously. Dick, you abandoned me, you cheated, and you hurt me. You left me suicidal and depressed. You made me despise myself. You made every day so difficult to bear. Dick, you did all of this and now you want me to be your friend? You've got to be joking, right?"
'Y/N wait, we ca...'
Nightwing was close behind you as you made your way to the Zeta Tube. However, you chose to ignore him, as well as anyone else who was watching. You were exhausted and disappointed, and all you wanted to do was go home. As the events of the previous few months came flooding back, your anger was overwhelming. These memories ate away at your mind like a plague, completely consuming and swallowing you. There was no way out for you-no time out. There was no going back now that this was your life.
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Long Time, No See
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Magic!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k words
Summary: When Dick and Rachel leave Detriot, his first instinct is to go to you.
A/N: This isn't my best work. I had a plan when I started writing this but then weird shit happened and now it's kind of all over the place. Like it makes sense, but things don't have purpose so it's just....weird. Bear with me.
Self-care nights were absolutely the best. Pyjamas and fuzzy socks. Thick blankets that you cocoon in. Pizza and chips and other salty and cheesy food that you stuffed your mouth with. Movies and facemasks and milkshakes. It was the one night where you could let out all your stress and totally reinvigorate your body.
You intentionally didn't make any plans this night, telling your friends that you were having a mandatory night off and not to call you unless it was an emergency. And so far, the night alone was doing wonders for your stress. So far you had watched 2 Disney movies and nearly finished an entire pizza.
You had just put on one of those Korean sheet masks and put up your hair in a bun when the doorbell rang. You groaned under your breath, pausing the movie and standing up. Your joints slightly burned from not moving in about 4 hours and you spared a few minutes stretching before reaching the door.
You muttered a spell underneath your breath so you would be able to see through the door, to find out who was behind it before you bothered opening it. Your life as a superhero always taught you to remain cautious.
You never would have expected Dick Grayson standing there, looking a little out of place but at the same time, looking like he was coming home after a long day of work. He looked just as beautiful as the day you parted, with sparkling eyes and a heartbreaker smile. A bag was in his hand.
"(Y/N), it's me." He replied, standing awkwardly and looking around.
"Yeah, I can see that." You replied without missing a beat. You weren't able to peel your eyes off him for even a second, feeling like blinking was a waste of your time. The time you could've spent looking at the way his eyes twinkled and flickering over his face. You hadn't realized you missed him this much
"Can you...open the door?"
"Huh? Oh right!" You neutralized the spell, turning the door opaque once more and flung it open. His eyes widened at the sight of you and unfortunately it was only then you remembered that you were still wearing the face mask.
Embarrassed, you quickly pulled it off your face and let your hair out of the bun, letting it fall prettily on your shoulders.
"Long time no see, stranger."
His lips pulled into a comforting smile, "It's been a while."
"So, what brings you here?" You had yet to let him inside your apartment, choosing to linger at the door instead.
Dick stepped aside and revealed someone standing behind him. A young girl with purple hair and pale skin, dressed in all black, looking unsure of herself. Even without meeting her, you could sense some energy radiating off her. It wasn't in waves, rather constant, like the sun. She had a large potential.
She didn't miss the way you were staring at her, shuffling awkwardly on her feet and you smiled gently, wanting to reassure her. It seemed to work a little and she offered a fleeting one back. You stepped aside, inviting them in and Dick thanked you, taking off his shoes like he knew you liked.
"Sorry about the mess, I wasn't really expecting company." You muttered, clearing away some of the food and folding up the many blankets on your couch.
"Self-care Sunday?" Dick asked, setting his bag down on the floor and you felt flattered that he remembered.
"Exactly. Are you guys hungry? I'm almost done with this pizza but we could order another one if you are."
You were admittedly a little flustered that Dick has suddenly shown out of the blue when you were clearly in no state to me meeting anyone. Your place was a mess, mirroring your dishevelled appearance. Not that Dick hadn't seen it before, it was just that you hadn't expected to be interacting with anyone for the night, aside from the pizza delivery guy.
"Yeah, but first, this is Rachel." He introduced politely and you only realized then than you hadn't even asked for her name.
"Oh right! Nice to meet you, Rachel! I'm (Y/N)." You smiled widely, holding a hand out for her to shake. She looked a little apprehensive at first, looking at your open hand and spared a glance at Dick for his approval. He gave her a reassuring smile and she gingerly took your hand in hers.
As soon as your skin came into contact the two of you gasped. Although they were for different reasons.
Blurry images flashes behind Rachel's eyelids, noises echoing vaguely through her head before it started getting clearer. Finally, the image stopped at a particular scene. She noticed the candlelight in the background, and then focused on the two people standing in the room.
It didn't take long before she realized who they were.
You smiled brightly at Dick, feeling complete as he held your body to his. It was weird that he suddenly wanted to have a special dinner, usually there was some occasion that called for an event but today was just an ordinary Tuesday.
You came to find that there would be an important event that took place on that ordinary Tuesday. It would be the day he proposed to you, asking to seal your bond everlasting and become his wife. He was asking you to become his family, his reason for being. He was asking you to be his constant in a world of overwhelming change.
He pulled away from you and you got a good look at his eyes, blue like the beautiful night sky, with sparkles and stars scattered, the glow of the candles reflecting in them. Along with a little mirth and mischief. He was definitely hiding something.
Dick always assumed that proposals would be nerve-wracking and difficult. He thought he would be plagued with anxiety and worry that you would reject him. Never would he have expected that it would feel so right, that he would feel so prepared to take this next step with you. Because you both were connected in mind, body and soul. This felt right.
So, when he fished for the velvet box in his pocket, he didn't feel the need to hide it or feel scared. Sure, he was nervous but he was also excited. And then he saw your wide, excited smile when you caught a glance of the ring box and everything melted away.
He sank down to one knee and you followed immediately, looking him in the eye, at the same level, like equals. His breath was a little disturbed and haggard before he asked the question.
"(Y/N), will you—" "Yes." You answered, excitedly and he couldn't help the laugh that left him. You were just as excited as he was.
"You have to let me finish the question, I could've been asking you to do my laundry or something."
You laughed, not letting the smile slip off your face for even a second, "Okay."
"(Y/N), will you—" "Yes."
He laughed again but continued as though you weren't even there, "Do me the—" "Of course."
"Honour of—" "Anytime."
"Becoming—" "Do you not understand the meaning of yes?"
"My wife?" He finished, opening the ring box and you gave him a watery giggle that brought tears to his eyes as well.
"If I said no, it'll give you a bunch of mixed signals, won't it?" You laughed, wiping your eyes and then hugging him. He wrapped his arms tight around you, burying his head into your shoulder and he knew this was what he had ever wanted. Someone he felt safe with.
When you pulled away, you were crying, but Dick thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, "(Y/N), will you marry me?"
You on the other hand didn't have the luxury of looking through Rachel's sweetest memory. Or maybe it was Rachel who didn't have the luxury of having one. As soon as the pictures settled into one you could feel the fear and anxiety that she felt.
Rachel felt confusion and loneliness. Too many things were happening too quickly, it felt like you were falling out of the sky at thousands of miles per hour, without a parachute, trying so desperately to grab onto something, anything.
Suddenly your back felt exposed, your front felt unprotected, you felt weak. These were feelings you hated, it brought you back to a time where it was all you could feel. You didn't live off the adrenaline like Dick and the others, when you were out in the field, all you knew was fear. Fear that you wouldn't be able to come through and you'd be weak. You hated that feeling, it was why you stopped.
And then you heard a gunshot. But instead of just watching that sweet girl's mother's brains get blown out, you felt it.
You felt the shock of the bullet, your heart jumped to your chest and you felt something burn and then inexplicable pain.
You gasped, breaking the connection and yanking your hand out of hers, toppling onto the ground.
"(Y/N)!" Dick caught you before you could hit the ground, cradling your body against his. You were in shock for a couple of seconds, as was Rachel, she wasn't sure what had just happened. Dick felt your body quiver against him and your fingers weakly gripped his jacket as you panted for air.
When he got a better look at your hand, he realized that it was burnt. And it was fresh.
"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Rachel whimpered out, assuming it was her fault and you shook your head, wiping off sweat from your forehead.
"It isn't your fault sweetie." You croaked, voice hoarse and you needed a few minutes of quiet before you had the strength to pull yourself up, Dick supporting your body against his.
Your hand grazed against his zipper and the burn stung painfully. You hissed and Dick grabbed your hand, inspecting it. To his surprise, it was healing rapidly, the skin healing over and it was scarring quickly. It wouldn't take long before the scar disappeared either.
"I did that?" Rachel asked, horrified that she hurt you.
"It's what happens when magic mixes. When your magic mixed with mine, there had to be some sort of reaction." You explained, stumbling to the kitchen to get a drink but all you had were milkshakes and margaritas. Damn self-care Sunday.
Instead, you unceremoniously stuck your head in the sink, underneath the faucet to get a huge gulp of water. When you came up, Rachel was looking at her hand, "Nothing happened to me."
You smiled at her, "A drop can't make a difference to an ocean. Your magic, there's so much pressure. You haven't been able to let it out and create a steady flow. So as soon as it found its outlet, it burst."
Rachel nodded contemplatively, like this had happened before and you were satisfied that she wasn't feeling guilty. It was odd, you had just met this girl and yet had felt all the emotions and lived all her memories in her life. You probably knew her better than she did herself.
"You probably want to know why we're here." Dick started and you suddenly remembered your pounding head and how dizzy you still were.
"I think that can wait for tomorrow morning. I need some Advil and some shut eye until I can look at you without feeling nauseous."
"How kind of you." Dick commented and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
In the flurry of events last night, Rachel didn't get to wonder about what she had seen happen between the two of you. But when she started to think about it, it was kind of obvious, the two of you had been engaged once upon a time before breaking up for a reason unknown to her.
It was simple.
So why wasn't it?
The more she looked at the two of you, the more you looked like a couple in love. The shy smiles you sent to each other while making breakfast, the tender way he held you while you were cooking, the way he grinned at Rachel in a way he had never done before because he was so happy.
You made his favourite and he knew how you liked your coffee by heart. When she looked at the two of you, it didn't look like you had ever been apart. You looked more united than she had ever seen before. It was an odd feeling for her, the apartment that she had only seen last night and had yet to see all the rooms felt like her home. The woman whose last name she didn't know felt like her mother.
You let Rachel have a cup of coffee, but scolded her gently for putting so much sugar. She made up for it by not putting any on her cereal.
Rachel felt warm and safe looking at you, and all the troubles that she had been facing evaporated. For once, she didn't feel anxious, she wasn't stressed. It was like time had stopped and she was more than happy to let things be this way. A world where there weren't people after her and she had a warm home with people who would smile and laugh as they ate breakfast.
Yes, you two had to be together.
And yet, it didn't make any sense. Neither of you were wearing wedding rings, although wedding rings weren't exactly required, but that still didn't mean you were married. Dick lived in Detroit, you didn't, although there are many couples that live apart. When you saw him again, you had said 'Long time, no see, stranger' so that could only mean that you had parted ways. Right?
But the scene in front of her was nothing short of a happily married couple. So, if you both weren't married, and you split up in such an amicable way that it was possible for you to meet years later and still look like you were in love, then what exactly had happened between the two of you?
She was so curious, and yet she still didn't ask. She just enjoyed the happiness around her.
Until the time she knew it would end and it would be back to business as usual.
Just as she predicted, when breakfast was done and put away, you sat back down at the table with a serious expression she hadn't seen before, "So, what's the sitch?"
"Couldn't sleep?" You asked, making sure to keep your voice down as you slid into the balcony. It was a cosy little space you set up since your apartment faced the lake where the sun set. It had been long since the sun set, the moon was gleaming brightly and the stars were few and far between.
Dick was comfortably sitting in the patio chair you set up, a glass in his hand. It was the place you came to when you needed a little fresh air and some time to think. You could only imagine that Dick wanted the same and a part of you wondered if you should overstep your bounds. Were you allowed to?
Dick didn't flinch when you stepped out, hearing you shuffle behind the glass doors as soon as you woke up.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?"
He didn't reply, just held out an arm for you and you knew what that meant. You stepped beside him and settled into his lap, sighing in content as your body met his. It had been too long since the last time you were in his embrace. It was like your body had been craving his touch.
It was magnetic, you didn't need logic to explain why you were cuddling up to your ex-fiancé after years of being apart. It was just right and every time you were with Dick, you through logic out the window and focused on your emotions. That was enough for now.
"What's wrong?" You whispered to him, not wanting to destroy the peace and serenity. If he didn't want to tell you, he didn't have to but you needed to give him a chance to let it out.
"Just worried." His reply was short and gruff, like you knew he would. Dick was never the type to pour out his emotions, he would conceal everything until he was ready to burst. But you never let it come to that.
"About Rachel?" You prompted and he let out an exhausted sigh, kissing your shoulder tenderly. It was like you both fell into sync once again, picked up where you left off years ago.
"Thank you for letting us in. I don't know what I would've done. This is all still very new, but I just know I can't let her on her own."
You knew he felt responsible for her, obligation to keep her safe. It was his kind heart. You knew he'd never feel satisfied by letting her go just to save his own skin. That wasn't how he lived.
And maybe that was why trouble followed him. But you thought he was courageous enough to invite it, in the interest of keeping Rachel safe. Of all the detectives who she could've run into, she was led to Dick. And her magic made the right choice.
"You know I'd do anything for you." You murmured, gently playing with his collar. His eyes flickered to you for a second, seeing your sincerity before they moved to your lips.
Just like magnetism, you moved closer. His caught your bottom lip in between his, kissing you softly. It was a gentle brush of the lips and it was difficult explain the emotions behind it. The time you spent missing each other, the love you still shared, and the happiness that you could find comfort in each other all battled for significance in your chest.
"I feel guilty for it." He whispered when he pulled away, leaving your head in the clouds for a second.
"Hey, this was the deal. We broke up so that we didn't have to tear ourselves apart. You don't have to feel guilty for that. I don't feel sorry for still loving you."
You framed his jaw with one hand, tilting your head slightly so you could kiss him more firmly. His hands settled on your back, holding you close to him and you sighed against his mouth. Your hands trailed in his hair, fingers brushing against his soft locks.
"I love you." He murmured against your lips and you smiled.
It would all be okay.
As long as you were together.
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Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader
Warnings: Death, blood, injuries, what have you.
Word Count: 3.3K
Summary: When you're reunited with Damian after year's of being apart, what he doesn't know is that you're there to say goodbye
A/N: This didn't quite turn out how it played out in my head but ig that's partly because I wasn't able to put in the filler parts in between cuz it just didn't fit. In hindsight I could've written a few more k's of words to fit it in but I reached my limit so I hope y'all enjoy it.
Your eyes were trained onto the figure in the crowd of the gala. The same figure it had been pinned to for a few weeks now and it would continue to be that way for as long as you could.
Damian Wayne was just as beautiful as you remembered him, with sharp eyes and a gorgeous face that had your heart leaping to your throat with a simple look. But you believed that the world wasn’t blessed with eyes gifted enough to see the true beauty of him.
A beauty that only someone who knew him on the inside would.
Everything about him was compelling, gorgeous, familiar. You watched him from afar in longing, wishing that you could go up to him but still you kept your distance, fearing the worst if he knew you were here.
Still, you remained selfish, indulging in your desires to get whatever glimpse of him that you could. You kept him away from you however, knowing that once you got a taste of him, you wouldn't be able to pull back.
But it was tough, you had missed him, so much.
Even so, you were content simply watching him.
You thought you were sneaky, that Damian didn't notice. Of course, you overestimated yourself, or underestimated him. And of course, in the traditional Wayne fashion, you had to expose yourself in the most dramatic and eccentric way possible.
The famous Damian Wayne, son of reputable and not to mention rich Bruce Wayne was attacked at the bank by a bunch of thugs, armed with weapons. The security was taken out swiftly and you imagined that Damian would quickly disarm the man threatening him with a knife.
Instead, he made no move, not even bothering to look remotely interested and just held up his hands like he was bored. The bandit, trigger-happy and confused, pulled back the blade in his hand, to try and stab him.
The crowd gasped and whimpered but were silenced by the man pointing a gun at them. Damian still didn't look phased. Instead, he lazily tilted his head until his eyes locked on your figure, hidden in the shadows. You stopped dead, watching carefully as he stared at you, completely tuning out the man putting his life in peril.
When the thug moved again, to try and stab him and Damian still didn't make any move, you leaped from your place before your mind could even process it, wedging yourself between the both of them and quickly disarming the man.
He fell to the ground, screaming in pain when you knocked the weapon out of his hands and then twisted his arm, hearing the painful crack of his shoulder getting pulled out of its socket.
You glared at the man behind you from the corner of your eye, "You could've gotten hurt."
He shrugged, "I knew you'd step in to protect me."
You scoffed, "You put a lot of faith in someone you haven't seen in years."
He just smirked in the infuriating way you knew he would before moving from behind you as more men came at you. With his help it didn't take long before they were all on the ground, either knocked out or groaning in pain.
"Um, can someone call an ambulance for these guys?"
When you turned, Damian was watching you with a small smile and your heart fluttered in your chest. You should've kept him at an arm's distance, you should have left but in the moment all you wanted to do was be in his arms.
Before you could even help yourself, you crashed into his chest like a falling star, wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in the familiar scent of him. He held you tightly against him, cradling your head lovingly and gently pressed a kiss to your hairline.
"The league." You whispered to him, remembering why you were here.
Damian shushed you, tightening his arms around you and you were in a safe haven, sighing in relief against him. For a second, all the fear and guilt you had been feeling melted away.
Nothing else mattered as long as you were in his arms.
"We can discuss it back at home, (Y/N)." He muttered, now pulling away so he could lead you away from the police and reporters to his car.
You stared at your fingers intertwined with Damián’s, the engagement ring on your finger glimmering brightly under the sunlight and smiled unconsciously.
"I missed you." You sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around yours. Damian spared you another smile over his shoulder before you caught up with him, leaning into his arm.
"Me too, beloved."
"You should get some rest, beloved." Damian muttered, as the others began leaving the room. Your shoulders were still tense but you managed a smile, nodding at him.
"I'll just wash up and join you."
He smiled gently at you, raising your hand and placing a fluttering kiss to your knuckles before leaving. You watched the door as it slid shut and it was only then you let your expressions melt back onto your face.
"You may have the others fooled, but don't think for a second that you've pulled the wall over my eyes." Came from behind you and you froze, eyes widening.
You spun around to see Damian's brother, Tim, inch his way closer to you, figure stiff and guard up.
"Because Damian knows you, I'll assume your identity to be true. Damian was quick to trust you and the others followed suit but something's not adding up. Why are you here?"
His eyes were sharp and his gaze cut right through you. You didn't realize it but your hands were shaking even though you tried hard to maintain your composure.
"I—I told you," You croaked, cringing at your suddenly choked voice, "I was giving up on this life. I'm turning over a new leaf and hiding from the League until that happens."
"Then why come here?"
"I told you—"
"I don't believe you. You know why? Here's the problem with your story." He spoke, coolly, "Take it as a puzzle. The puzzle pieces all fit, but the picture, doesn't make sense. Why come here? When you're on the run from the League of Assassins no less?"
You were floundering, quite pathetically you might add, unable to think when your mind was flurrying so violently. It didn't help that Tim was speaking in such a condescending and strict manner that it intimidated you.
"Here's what I think happened; either you're here to lead the League to Damian, waiting until he's vulnerable and his guard is down to strike." He spat, "Or, you're not running from them at all. You're waiting until they find you."
You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his, "You can't tell Damian."
"Since you even tried to entertain the fact that I'd hide Damian means that it's the latter. But why?"
"I was hand-chosen by Talia to be Damian's betrothed since birth. They handed me down to one of the main sergeants to be raised as their own. Except, they weren't that happy to have me." You explained, watching as his features smoothened over with realization.
The gears in his head were turning and you could only assume what was going on in his mind. He was a great detective; you could understand why he had Ra's' acknowledgement. But that made you all the more nervous, trembling hands holding onto the material of your shirt tightly.
"I was raised by them to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife. As the person who was going to continue the 'Al Ghul' bloodline. However, soon after I was already perceived as a failure." You murmured, keeping your voice low in fear of any other Wayne's poking their head around and over-hearing.
"When Damian left the League to stay with Bruce." Tim realized and you nodded.
"Things just got worse after that. I sustained an injury from a mission and couldn't walk for a few months. My step-family was called on a mission for the last few of my recovery. When they returned, they were unaware of my progress but I decided to keep up the act that I was still unable to take care of myself. It was a few nights after that I heard them plotting to kill me since I became a liability and a shame to the family."
The man in front of you chuckled humourlessly, rubbing his tired face with his palm, "What kind of fucked up Cinderella story is this?"
You shared his sentiment, "Only difference to the original is that my prince never came. So, I had to take matters into my own hand."
Tim's eyes widened, "(Y/N), why is the league after you?"
You released a shuddering breath, "Damian can't find out."
He bristled, "Damian would protect you."
"And that's exactly why he can't find out. Damian would die to protect me, and if he tries to step in that's exactly what's going to happen."
"Then why come here? Why bring it to our home?"
You hid your face in your hands, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to be selfish one last time. I was completely content with just watching him from a distance, I guess I overestimated my abilities. When we met, I was hoping he'd turn me away. I was hoping he'd tell me that he moved on and never wanted to see me again. I was hoping he'd tell me that he didn't feel anything for me."
Your eyes began watering and you felt the urge to hide and cry. Everything was getting messed up. Guilt took over you when you remembered how bright Damian's face was when he saw you, how right his hand felt in yours. How could you do this to him?
"Damian would want to know." Tim told you softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder but your body stiffened up. He couldn't find out. He just couldn't.
"Are you really willing to put the life of your brother at risk for a girl you just met today?"
"You seem awfully keen to die." He commented, and you felt slight grief at his words. Of course, you didn't want to die. Not now, not when you were finally back in Damian's arms. Not ever.
You sniffled, biting your lip, "Damian shouldn't have to pay for my sins. I do."
His hand tightened on your shoulder and you found comfort in the warmth you could feel through your clothes, "I'll keep your secret."
Sighing in relief, you hugged him tightly, "Thank you."
When Damian woke up, his eyes flickered between the lamp beside him on the nightstand and then to the window. It was still dark outside, he assumed that he was woken up because of his usual schedule. It wasn't like him to miss patrol but the others suggested that he take a day off to rest.
He turned his neck to see that you weren't in bed beside him and wondered if last night had been a dream. It wouldn't have been the first time that he dreamt of you being by his side. But he remembered how much his heart pounded, he remembered feeling shocks all over his skin when he touched you.
And then he noticed the way the other side of the bed was mussed up, like someone had been sleeping there and he absently reached for that side, running his fingers up and down the fabric like he would be able to feel some residual warmth from your body.
Instead, the pads of his fingers came into contact with something coarse. His brows furrowed and he grabbed it between his fingers, realizing it was a folded piece of paper. Squinting and sitting up, he got a better look at it, recognizing his name scrawled in your handwriting.
I'm sorry that you'll have to find out this way but the League found my location a little earlier than expected. I'm going into hiding tonight. It's likely we'll never see each other again. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you this in person. Even though I know this is a missed opportunity for it and I should have summoned up the courage to say goodbye, I just couldn't stand the thought. And I couldn't watch myself break your heart. Please forgive me for this. I never wanted our lives to turn out this way, but I can't keep running away from reality and towards my desires anymore. You deserve so much more than I could ever even hope to offer you. And I know this is another mistake I'm making, but I left the ring you gave me. Thank you for giving it to me, but I think it belongs to someone else.
I love you, and I'm sorry.
His heart rate picked up, skimming over the words a few more times. This had to be some sort of trick, he tried to decipher your words, tried to see if there were any clues, any codes but his heart clenched in his chest when he realized there was none. He pulled back the covers in a frantic motion and sure enough, the engagement ring you were given on your 18th was glimmering, abandoned by you.
Blood hammered through his ears and he threw off the covers, getting to his feet and sprinting through the doors. His feet pounded against the hardwood floors and then the metal floors of the Batcave.
"Damian? What're you doing up?" Dick asked, raising a brow as Damian marched his way down to the Bat Computer before pushing Tim out of the way and pulling up the Manor security cameras. You had managed to avoid all of them. Of course.
"We have to find (Y/N)." He said, not turning his eyes off the screen.
"(Y/N)? Wasn't she in bed with you?"
"If she was in my bed then I wouldn't be down here trying to find her, now would I?!" He bit back and then held out the note for Dick to read. Once he got through it, Dick squeezed his younger brother's shoulder as a sign of comfort.
"Don't worry, Little D, we'll find her."
"Damian, she said she doesn't want to be found. Don't you think you should listen to her and trust that she knows what's best?" Tim asked from behind him, hoping to get his brother to relax but Damian's back tensed up before he turned to his brother.
"You know something."
Tim froze, "What?"
But before he could even think of a cover story, Damian was grasping him by his collar, holding him to eye level to look the devil's grandson in the eye, "What are you not telling me, Drake?"
Realizing he's been caught, Tim pushed his hands off him, turning so that his back was facing him, "Doesn't matter. (Y/N) said she didn't want you to find out and I promised her."
He felt a little helpless watching Tim's back facing him. He didn't feel like himself. Every second that Damian spent away from you, when he knew that you could be in trouble had every part of him, every fibre of his being, every cell in his body ache with a pain he had never felt before.
Never in his life would he have thought that he would be brought to his knees by someone. But you held all the power over him and Damian would gladly kneel before you, his queen. And now he couldn't stand being away from you, he couldn't bear the ache in his nerves when he couldn't feel your skin under his.
"Tim." The silence in the cave was deafening as everyone looked between the two youngest brothers, "Please."
It was then Tim began doubting his choice. He bit his lip uncertainly, avoiding Damian's gaze and he looked to his feet, "She said she didn't want you to find out."
And he did.
Your fingers were curled tightly around the handle of your sword, breaths coming out in sharp labours as you tried to deflect each of their offenses. There were too many of them, too many for you to take and even though you were able to dodge and counter most of their attacks, there could still hit you.
You were bloodied and shaking but you still refused to give up without a fight. They'd regret ever underestimating you, ever thinking that you were nothing more than a way to continue the Al Guhl bloodline. You were much more than that and they'd only see a fraction of it tonight.
Your resolved hardened in your veins as you sliced through another soldier, feeling more determined to get through this fight as the victor. Even though deep down you knew that it wouldn't change the end of your life, they'd never stop trying to hunt you down. But at least this way you'd put up a fight.
It was getting harder and harder to keep up the momentum, your speed and agility was retarding fast and decelerating with each hit you took. The wounds and cuts etched into your skin burned as you moved, blood dripping down your arms and legs.
Your body began going rigid, shocking in its movements momentarily as you kept flipping and manoeuvring yourself to doge the hits. That came to be a fatal mistake when your body locks up when you blocked one of the assassins, swords clashing together in the familiar sound of metal on metal.
Another came at you and your joints were locked in place, unable to move. Your mind blanked out and before you could slide the sword out to counter the other you heard someone scream your name.
You felt arms wrap tightly around your middle.
You saw green eyes.
And then you felt piercing pain in through your chest.
Damian heard you gasp in his ear and his grunt of pain echoed through your head as the katana went through him. Tears immediately clouded your vision when you felt fire burn across your middle, the blade of the sword buried into you as a painful reminder.
"Damian." You sobbed when you felt his knees buckle against yours. His body wanted to collapse, he couldn't stay standing much longer but you knew that if either of you moved, in an unsynced motion from each other, it could cause more pain to the other.
It was getting harder to breathe. You were choking on your own blood as the metallic taste filled your mouth. The sword had gone through Damian's lower abdomen but it had gone straight through your chest.
Your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, crying out into his neck, "Why did you come here?! Why didn't you stay away?"
With trembling fingers, he raised your chin so that your eyes would meet his. He was crying, the scorching pain forcing out more tears. Even then he wrenched a smile on his face.
"There's no one else in the entire universe I'd want by my side more than you. The ring is yours, my love."
Like as if on que, both your bodies crumbled towards the ground. The sword moved painfully through you and a garbled shriek left your mouth, muffled by the blood crawling up your throat.
Your head fell to Damian's chest and you heard the sound of his faint heartbeat, the sound getting farther and farther away as minutes passed. His arms were still wrapped around your waist in a lover's grasp, bodies pinned together until eventually everything went black.
Your prince came back for you this time.
What a shame the story had a sad ending.
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Hello! :D I would like to make a request, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, okay? The request is as follows: Jason stays home taking care of the children while the reader goes to the supermarket, Reader and Jason's children randomly ask Jason how he met the reader and got together. (you choose the type of fanfic that will be, like, headcanon, imagine, etc.) I appreciate if you accept to write my request =]
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Word Count: 1k words
A/N: I really genuinely hope you like it
Jason turned his head away from the stove. Aria was sitting at the island, flipping through pages of an old photo album. When he craned his neck, he noticed she was looking at a picture from the day of his wedding. You were gleaming, arms interlocked with Jason’s and the two of you were smiling gently at each other.
He always thought he was the silent, brooding type, like this father, but pictures would prove that whenever he was in a good mood, there was a bright, friendly smile stretched across his face.
“How did you and mom meet?” The question felt like it sent him right back to his 20s. He could still remember it clearly. You, with your colourful hair and youthful smile, dancing around with your friends childishly even though the gang of you were at a bar.
He was still in his leather jacket phase, fresh out of the Lazarus Pit and had an anger and hatred in him that couldn’t relieve the clenching on his heart but when he saw you, eyes glittering and twirling to the music, his chest lightened for a moment. It was like a halo was floating above your head.
You’d visit the bar a couple more times after that first night, sometimes as a night out, and sometimes as a cozy night in before you retired to your room. It was familiar and just like that, the familiar man sitting in the corner booth became familiar.
Maybe that’s why Jason remembered it so well, because it wasn’t just one forgettable night where the details were fuzzy unless they were important.
No, it’s because you made up the parts of his day that he would look forward to. Coming to the bar to see you working at your computer, nursing a new cocktail each time because you hadn’t found ‘The One’ yet (The one being the perfect cocktail drink).
Every time he’d see you, he’d memorize another detail. The first was the way your eyes glittered whenever your friends asked you to dance. In hindsight, it was probably because of all the alcohol in your system but Jason would come to be lucky enough to see your eyes sparkle and soften whenever you looked at him. And then your daughter. And then your son.
Then it was the way you cradled a glass. No matter what shape, you’d always pull the sleeves of your sweater like gloves to hold a chilled glass or hot mug.
Maybe it was a little creepy, the way he’d stare at you, filing all your different habits in his mind. But to him, it was familiar.
“You were going to tell me how you and mom met?”
He thought contemplatively for a while, stirring the sauce that was simmering in the pot on the stove. Aria sat on the end of her chair, wondering if her father was getting old and if she had to repeat the question yet again.
“What’s going on?” You asked, stepping into the room, smiling widely at your daughter. Alfie was hot at your heels, the six-year-old excited from his day out where he got to choose his own flavour of cereal and everything. He hopped up on the stool beside his sister, immediately invested in the conversation, even though he hadn’t heard a word of it.
“Dad was going to tell me how the two of you met.”
You made a small sound of understanding, remembering the day yourself with a fond smile.
“I don’t think we ever did meet—”
Aria’s brows furrowed and her face scrunched up, “What do you mean you never met? That doesn’t make any sense.”
She turned to you for some clarity only to find you staring at Jason with the same look on your face. Like mother, like daughter.
“Well, we were in the same place at the same time for a few weeks before we actually had a conversation. By then we already knew each other’s names.” Jason explained, hand on his waist and it was only then you got a good look at him. Old apron tied around his torso, a wooden spoon is one hand and bunny slippers on. It was the image of domesticity.
“Oh. How anti-climactic.” Aria said, disappointed and you chuckled at her, reaching over to brush her hair out of her face.
You moved over to Jason, greeting him with a small smile and he leaned down to quickly peck your lips, “Hello.”
“And hello to you too.”
“So that’s it, you didn’t have any meet cute or anything.”
“I mean we did have sort of a meet cute.” You started, thinking back to the day that Jason actually did talk to you. Your cheeks grew warm at just the thought and your heart began overflowing with sweet, syrupy love. Aria and Alfie nodded excitedly, scooting over like twins.
“It was about a month, a month and a half since I started visiting the bar,” You recalled, watching Jason with a fond smile as you remembered the day, “Your dad got so nervous that he asked me if I came there often.”
Aria chuckled and Alfie mimicked her even though he didn’t exactly understand what was going on.
“And the rest is history.” You finished, kissing your daughter’s temple and ruffling your son’s hair. He giggled adorably which prompted you to grab him in your arms and pepper kisses to his face, pulling more laughs and squeals from his mouth.
Jason watched with a fond smile as you bundled up both kids in your arms, hugging them tightly before sending them off with a kiss.
“I don’t remember being that nervous.”
“Jason you asked me if I came there often after stalking me for like a month.”
“That isn’t that—”
“And then you asked if I wanted to get a drink sometime as if we weren’t already in a bar!”
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Requested by anonymous, Outsider Beast Boy x Batsis Reader
🤦🏼♀️I'm still figuring out Tumblr and accidentally deleted the request as I was trying to figure out how to post it. Whomever did I apologize and I hope you find what I posted!
My turn to wash dishes, I walked to the kitchen. I see the near overflowing pile of dirty dishes and sigh. I open the dishwasher. As I wash the food off the dishes, I put them in the dishwasher. I see my older brother Jason. He sat on the counter with a bag of chips. I didn't say anything. I just got back from my date with Garfield. No one knows we're dating. Because I love him and my family is very overprotective. It's going to stay a secret for at least a while. Jason, takes a bite as I continue to clean dishes.
"so what's up, lil' Bird" he says using my nickname as he munched on the chips in his mouth
"nothin' at all, how was the date with, your girlfriend?"
"it was.." he looks away from me with a wry smile, gross
"no details needed" I said shivering gross
"thanks, anyhow. I'm bored any dumbass's who been looking your way I can beat the hell out of"
I sarcastically laugh, and roll my eyes "no it's a little hard to date when your brother's are threatening to kill whomever you bring home or who you date"
"we do not" he defended appalled
"sure, Jaybird sure. What is exactly was the first thing you said to me, when you sat on the counter?" like hell I'm telling him about Garfield and I
"were not talking about me and you're fucking lying to me!" he exclaimed
I halted no! Shit! He can't find out! I took a deep breath holding the plate looking at him, don't blow my cover! "I would never lie to you"
"you're blushing! I'm go to find out who he is!"
"no you're not!" I demanded
"oh, yes I am!" he jumped off the counter and bolted out the room
I hit my foot on the ground "dammit, Jason! Just for once stay out of my life"
He left the kitchen "ouch! I wish that hurt" he mocked
"Jason, I mean it I'll kill you!!" I threatened
"good luck with that!" he yelled back at me
I grunted loudly. Dick walked in with a chuckle at my demise.
"what did Jason do now?" he asked laughing
"nothing" I groan under my breath, irritated with Jason
I continued cleaning. Dick, put his chin on my my head.
"come on, Y/N talk to your favorite big brother. I can help ease your troubles and we can prank Jason for bothering you"
I sigh deeply looking up to my brother "drop it, Dick and get off of me"
He moved leaning on the counter "oh, don't be so grouchy you sound like Dami. I'm just wondering why you're mad so I can help fix it"
"I'm not mad" I say irritated
"you sit on the throne of lies, you sicken me" he jokes
I roll my eye's of course he's phrasing, Elf. I sigh, I could tell him. No! Definitely not. Dick, would go all overprotective brother mode. Jason would threaten to kill Gar or actually do it. Tim would hack security cameras and my phone to make sure Garfield treats me right, which he does. Damian would resent me and kill him. Or he would hate his only second best friend Garfield. It would probably ruin their friendship. I can't risk it. The following day at the hub. Garfield and I holding locked arm's on the balcony. He moves his arm over my neck as I lean into him. We both stare out at the beautiful sky above. He kisses my head. I can't stop worrying about what our future holds.
"babe, you doin' okay? You're being real quiet" he said with a genuine sweet tone
"I know I just am thinking about us.. You know I love you. I'm very addicted to you--" he cut me off
"and I'm insane bananas for you" he said kissing my cheek
I softly chuckle with a blush. I clear my throat "I just am really nervous about my family.. Knowing about us. I really care about you and I don't want you to worry about my brother's using something or anything to hurt you bec--" he shushed me moving to my lips with a kiss
He parts "hey, don't worry" he lifts my hand to his lips kissing it "I can change into any creature, remember?"
I chuckled and kiss him "and my dad is Batman" I said with worry in my tone
"Y/N" he sighed cupping my cheeks. My arm's wrapped around him
"yes" I said taking a deep breath
"relax it'll all work out I promise" he softly said
I touch his cheek "you're carefree nature worries me darling"
He changes into my favorite animal. I chuckled he always made me happy when no one else could. He changes back. We held onto each other knowing this moment will sadly not last long enough.
Dick's P. O. V
Damian ran to get Beast-Boy off our sister though was stopped by me grabbing his collar. My brother's and I look through the sliding window doors onto the balcony. Jason, had said she was probably seeing someone I just didn't want to believe it. But we decided to keep a close eye on her not knowing how to confront her. It was not the best idea but it worked.
"Grayson unhand me this instant I must--" I cut him off
"Damian, stop! Let her be. It's, ok" I softly said as I feel like I am losing my sister.
"is it?" Jason scoffed his glare remaining on Garfield
"no it is not. You are a fool Richard! She is just a child!" Damian appalled
Tim, gazed with a soft smile as if he's happy for her. It kills me, absolutely hurts to know she's growing up. She for sure is still my baby sister but it hurts to know she needs be a, little bit less as she gets older. I've never seen her smile like that. Steph, walked to us delightful as always.
"what's got Dami so angry and what the hell are you all--" she gasped and looked at, Garfield with our sister "Aww! Y/N, has a boyfriend! Aww she's so happy"
"yeah she is" I softly said
Damian, finally calmed down I put him down. My girlfriend rolled in her wheelchair by me. Seeing my saddened smile she holds my hand. I softly smile to her. Cassandra, steps to us she genuinely smiles to Y/N and Garfield. Both of them unaware we were all studying them intently. From what I can see she's happy and that's what matters to me most.
Y/N's P. O. V
I kiss Garfield's cheek. I turn around seeing every single one of my siblings. Shit. My eyes went wide I swiftly push Garfield away.
"oh! This is so not whelmed! All of them at once, ok!" Garfield nervously said "I can handle this. I'd risk it for my girl!" he tried to sound confident in his voice but failed miserably
Dick, erupted into laughter. The doors slid open as he stepped onto the balcony. OK, he's not mad that's good. I so need to work on hiding my love better. It's out in the open now. They all stepped onto the balcony with Grayson. All of my siblings surprisingly here and at the worst possible time.
"don't worry we won't kill him unless he breaks your heart" Dick assured
"you better fucking not" Jason threatened arm's folded
"tt, I'm disgusted to say this, but I agree with Todd" Damian added
"you boy's quit being juvenile. They're happy together obviously so don't mess it up, or I'll stick Cassandra on your asses!" Steph threatened
Cassandra nodded in acknowledgment. She then smiled to me.
"no more secrets Missy" Barbara said to me
"ok mom" I chuckled with a breath of relief
I smile letting out a deep breath. With the girls on my side I'm honestly not as worried as I was. Still just a bit worried about Bruce but that'll be for another day. Garfield chuckles
"whoo! You were so worried babe. See told you it would all work out!" he gratefully said with smirk deeply exhaling with relief
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Could you write something based on this prompt Dick x reader! villain "I hope we never get to see each other again."
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: Sexual assault and miscarriage. Extremely sensitive themes here, please don't read if you are triggered by such topics.
Word Count: 1.8K
Dick used to think the most dangerous people were the ones who had no morals. The people who did the dirtiest of things and had no way of redemption because there's a piece of stone where their heart should be.
He had seen it a million times over when he was Robin and then Nightwing. It had been that kind of person who took away his parents and he would learn it was the very same kind that took yours.
Detective Grayson met you one rainy night in November when you were brought into the police station in Bludhaven, cold and shivering. Tears were pouring down your face and you looked sick.
He would later come to find that night that your parents were killed by a man named Black. You told him all that you could, insisting that it was him and that they should arrest him.
As much as Dick wanted to, he couldn't just pick up a man and put him behind bars, not without evidence. Although he did promise that he would try his best to put him away. Dick could see the comfort that his words brought you.
The night he met you was also the night he slept with you. Not sex. Just sleep.
He had offered to drive you back home but you just shook your head in tears, saying that you couldn't go back home where your parents had just been murdered. And that you didn't have any money to stay at a hotel.
It was no secret that Dick had a bleeding heart, so when he saw your red and puffy eyes staring up at him, he quickly offered up his apartment for you to sleep in that night.
He took you home, and made you take a nice, hot shower before bundling you up in his spare clothes and letting you take the bed.
You repaid him the next morning by cooking him breakfast.
Thus, began the start of a beautiful relationship.
You panted, breath stuttering in your chest as Dick trailed kisses down your neck. Your fingers were carding through his hair, twitching and tugging at the roots every time his teeth grazed your sweet spot.
He held your hips to his body with a tight grip. He met your lips again with an open-mouthed kiss that swallowed your moans when his hands cupped your chest.
"I'm crazy about you..." Dick whispered underneath his breath when you cupped his cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open to see him watching you with deep blue eyes. You knew what he wanted to say, you felt it.
You kissed him again, slow and soft, conveying everything you could possibly be feeling.
"I love you too."
Falling for you made Dick want to capture Black even more. He knew of the kind of trauma that followed you throughout your life unless you got the closure you needed, so he poured his heart out into finding the man who robbed you of your family in one night.
But he was good, scary good. There was no evidence. No fingerprints, no DNA samples. No witnesses, other than you. But that wasn't enough.
He had known just how to avoid all the cameras and had left the weapon at the scene of the crime, a knife from your kitchen.
Dick felt helpless, he wanted so badly to be able to find this man and arrest him for your sake. He felt like a failure every time he would see the look of disappointment on your face when he said there were no leads.
So, he decided to go into his background. Black, a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was a shareholder of your parents’ company and Dick wondered if there was something behind the scenes that made him want to kill your mother and father.
But none of it made sense, according to the contracts that each of them signed, in the case of a death then there was no possible way for him to get his hands on your parents’ shares. It was already enlisted to you. And Black had known about it.
So why try and murder your parents when it wouldn't have benefitted him in any way. Could it have been out of anger? In the spur of the moment? No, everything looked too well planned for that.
It was then he got a call from another detective. They got an anonymous tip that there was evidence found at the scene. He immediately went over there only to realize there was something wrong.
The footprints were even, too even. It was unusual that there was equal pressure at all parts of his sole. The cigarette lighter underneath the table was empty.
He had been so sure that he had looked over the place so carefully. How could he have missed the obvious footprint in the carpet and the lighter under the table?
It was then his partner mused that the evidence was fabricated and that Black wasn't the real culprit. That someone was trying to frame him.
And then everything made sense.
Dick’s heart pounded in his ears as he ran. Never in his life did the Nightwing suit ever feel so strained against his body. He felt like his chest was being compressed and each breath was harder and harder to take. Still, he pumped his legs until they ached painfully as he ran faster to you.
His head throbbed against his skull with the information he just learnt.
His eyes skimmed over all the words in your file and his heart rate picked up. He couldn't believe there had been so much information that he had overlooked before, simply trusting your words.
It was such an amateur move that he was surprised with himself. How could he have trusted you so blindly without verifying it?
As he read the file, his heart began clenching in his chest. With each word it was getting harder to breath.
You were the victim of a sexual crime case, that was left incomplete, the name of the suspect was censored. The next paper was another case, you were the victim of a planned mugging, it stated that you sustained injuries. The one after that was a medical report, a miscarriage.
Everything started making sense. The puzzle pieces started fitting in his head. The name of your assaulter was censored because he was a major shareholder of the company and partners with your parents. The mugging was planned so that you couldn't get a paternal test done.
Your parents and Black conspired against you. They made you hold their burdens so that their sins wouldn't be revealed.
When he got home to find the door wide open, his blood froze in his veins. He rushed through the apartment to find that it was empty, you had left in a hurry. He needed to find you, especially when he realized one thing.
His Glock was missing.
Dick swallowed roughly when he saw you, jumping across the roof until he was only one building away from you.
“(Y/N) don’t do it!” He shouted, as if you would actually listen but he still bounded across the gap between you, hand coming to wrap around the gun you were holding to deflect the shot against the ground.
The sound resonated through the area and his ears began ringing but he paid no heed, quickly disarming you and throwing away the gun in your hand. You struggled in his grip, screaming and kicking at him before you resorted to roughly elbow him in the face.
He let go of you, feeling pain and stumbling back but made sure that to get to the gun you’re have to go through him first.
You were new at this, you didn’t bother to assess the situation or even try to combat him again before you were lurching for the gun that lay abandoned at his feet and he tackled you, trying to stop your struggling as you rolled around on the rough concrete of the roof.
“No!” You screamed, voice thick with tears, “No more waiting! That monster doesn’t deserve to live for even a second longer!”
You thrashed in his grip, reaching for the gun again and he grabbed your leg, dragging you back before you could wrap your fingers around it.
"Please! Just stop and listen for a second! For me!" He pleaded but you started sobbing when he pinned you down and you realized you couldn't move.
When you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, he couldn't help his own that began falling from his eyes.
"You know what he did to me. You know what they did!" You cried, "So, why are you stopping me?!"
"It isn't right, (Y/N). You can't do this! If you do then you're just as bad as them." His grip on your wrists got tighter, as if scared you would try to pull away again.
"It's too late for me." You told him, "My parents are already dead. I did it."
He knew that. But he wished he didn't have to hear it. You made a mistake, a decision, that couldn't be reversed. And you would have to live with it for the rest of the life.
"I'll let you go." He whispered. He knew what he was doing was wrong, he knew that he was going against his morals but still, he couldn't be the one to take you to prison.
You immediately stopped squirming, shocked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest; he was willing to let you go? After everything you did you him?
He pulled away, not moving from his place on the floor. Dick looked at you one last time and your throat closed at the sight of his heartbroken gaze.
"I hope we never get to see each other again." He choked out, voice strained and you screwed your eyes shut to keep yourself from crying.
You wanted to tell him that you loved him, one last time, but you knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear. You weren't going to disappoint him one more time that night.
"Good bye." You whispered, turning around and leaving. It would be the last time Dick would ever see you.
It was that night that Dick realized that the most dangerous people were those who had nothing left to lose. And his heart would break even more when he realized that you never considered him yours to lose.
He never even got to tell you he loved you.
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Haly's Circus | D.G
Pairings: Dick Grayson X Fem acrobat!reader
Summary: Dick and the rest of the team are disguised as the Daring Dangers to find the thief that they have been tracking, Dick gets a look into his past once more, seeing someone he thought he would never see again.
Warnings: Minor angst, the reader is an aerial silkest (Idk what you call it), the reader is also an anti-hero's sidekick, reader also died, and was resurrected by the lazarus put.
Word Count: 1.2k
"And for our closing act, I introduce to you, the goddess herself…" Hayley trails off, and the lights dim. Emerging from the ceiling on beautiful red silks is you, in a full acrobat bodysuit, pretty much all of it transparent besides your chest and lower half.
"Y/n L/n!" Hayley cheers, skipping off the stage.
The lights go dim, before brightening, turning a beautiful red. You smile, sliding down the silks until you're on the ground. You suck in a deep breath, looking up at the audience before you begin your performance.
You wow the crowd with some dangerous moves, especially the one where you roll up all the way in the silks until you reach the top before letting go, and dropping all the way down, the tip of your hair just touching the ground as the silks stay wrapped around your ankles. You do the splits mid air, staying up right before you slowly turn upside down.
By the end of your performance, the crowd is completely in awe of you, how you moved, and what crazy stunts you had done. You bow, taking Hayley's hand in yours as all the performers emerge to bow to the audience.
The night comes to an end, and you're helping one of the strong men lift crates into the cargo train. "Thanks, little lady. Go get some rest now. You did some pretty crazy things out there," He tells you. You nod, waving goodbye as you turn and walk away towards the train car that had your bedroom in it.
You bump into the Dangers on the way.
"Hey!" You say, grinning. "Your performance was really cool. Crazy stunt you did with the falling. That takes some serious balls," You say, directing it towards the black haired one.
He chuckles, nodding. "Thanks. Your performance was really cool too. I don't think I've actually watched an aerial silk performance before," he says, and you giggle. "I'm a multitasker. I don't do just silks, but I do bars and hoops and even the stunts you guys do." You smile.
The dark haired one nods, and you shake your head, still grinning. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to bed! Hopefully I'll get to talk to you guys more tomorrow!" You say, passing the siblings as you make your way to the train cart.
That night, when you were pretty sure everyone was asleep, you changed into your vigilante suit, which consisted of black cargo pants a long sleeved muscle shirt. Your mask was a black helmet with a black glass visor (Much like the arkham knight's visor).
Your weapons consisted of two black wooden batons, and you had two gun holsters strapped to your thigh, which had matching ACP pistols strapped to them. But the pistols were filled with darts, not bullets.
You sneak your way out to the roof of the train, already seeing most of the danger's on the roof. The Parasite holding up one of them by the neck. You drop down behind him, batons in your hand as you wack him over the head. He drops the boy, turning to you instead. However, you flip back, kicking him in the jaw with your heel.
"Awe, look who we have here. Little miss antihero coming to save the day," The parasite teases, you twirl the batons in your hand, pressing a button before you throw one of them. The Parasite grabs it, but before he knows it, it blows up in his face.
You grab one of your pistols, and you aim for the parasite's neck. A dart flies out, and the parasite freezes, gasping before he falls, majorly tired, but not unconscious. You reload your gun, firing again, this time the dart lands in the parasite's shoulder just as he begins to stand up, only this time, he's unconscious. But not for long.
Your com starts up again. "Have you got what I asked for?" A deep voice sounds through your coms. "Not yet," You say, your voice coming out robotic. "I'll have it soon."
"You better, or the consequences will be dire," The man says before the coms cut out. You look over at the black haired boy before you make a run and jump, jumping off the train. The team gasps, and looks over the edge, only to see nothing.
"Who was that?" Roy asked, growling. Dick shrugs. "Not sure, but she saved us. That's what matters. Come on, we have to find that thief," He says, focusing on the task at hand.
The mission was successful, and the team all listened to Batman giving his congratulations.
"We know somebody was there that night too, someone looking for some serum that the Parasite had. Their name is 'Black Fox', learning under the Anti-hero Deadshot. She is highly dangerous, but considered an ally. Her path seems to be similar to yours, so just keep an eye out," Batman says.
Canary then walks up to the team. "Black Fox is unknown to the public, but the Justice league has all kinds of tabs on her," She says as she brings up files on the big computer. Dick gasps as he sees Y/n, a mugshot beside her, and then her beating up several men by herself in her costume.
"Y/n L/n was the aerial silkist you saw last night. Know that any of your enemies, or allies can be hiding in plain sight," Canary says, before leaving along with the other leaguers. The team disperces. Only Dick and Wally stay behind, looking over the files.
Wally shakes his head. "I never knew Y/n could become so dangerous," He mutters. Dick sighs, looking up at the red head. "We have to find her," He says, making sure Wally is following him before they leave the cave.
You were sitting on the edge of a random skyscraper. You were sneaking around Gotham, gathering some more info for Deadshot. You had given him the vials of what he asked for before sending you on a recon mission.
"Y/n?" You heard a very, very familiar voice behind you. You look over your shoulder, not only finding Robin, but Kid Flash too. However, his suit was in stealth mode, so he wouldn't be spotted as easily. "Oh, hello boys," You greet, standing up. "Is it really you?" Dick asks, and you shrug. "Dunno. I died, came back. I'm pretty different than what you remember," You say.
Dick and Wally's eyes go wide. "You died?" He asks, you nod, standing up. "Two years ago. I was fighting Bane with Deadshot. He killed me, Deadshot brought me to Ra's, and I was resurrected," You explain, shaking your head.
"I'm lucky," You say, removing the helmet from your head. "It's good to see you again, Dick. You too Wally. But I'm afraid I have to go. See ya around," You say before placing the helmet back over your head and jumping off the side of the building. Dick and Wally rush to the edge, seeing you swing from roof to roof, using a grappling gun.
"What a crazy world we live in," Wally whispers. Dick nods. "At least we know more about it."
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Hey! I hope you are having a good day! Can you please do a cuddly Tim Drake × Reader. If you don't wanna it's okay.
Cuddles Are The Best Medicine
Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader
Word Count: 674 words
“Babe, come here.” Tim whined, holding his hands out for you and you sighed. A few weeks ago, you would have been basking in his attention but not only was Tim practically delirious with a fever, you had a huge assignment due that you needed to start.
“Why couldn’t you have gotten sick a week later.” You mumbled underneath your breath, ignoring your boyfriend and switching on your laptop. Tim let out another pitiful whine, not letting his hands down and the blanket wrapped around his waist fell to the floor because of his squirming.
You wanted to just ignore him and continue with what you were doing but you saw him shiver out of the corner of your eyes and sighed heavily again when you realized he wasn’t going to pick up his blanket.
Trudging over to him, you wrapped the blanket tightly around him in a swaddle, trapping his hands and making him lie down on the bed. He didn’t make a sound this time, just pathetically sniffling and your brows furrowed when you heard just how laboured his breathing was.
“Baby, do you want me to heat up some water for you? So, you can do some steaming?”
He shook his head so you switched on some mindless cartoon that wouldn’t require his brain to work, setting a bottle of warm water and food beside him.
“Why aren’t you paying any attention to meeee! I’m sick!”
You grimaced, “I swear, when you get ill, you start acting like Dick.”
He gasped, “You take that back!”
“Tim, come on! You haven’t let me get any work done all day! I love you honey, I really truly do, but if I don’t get this paper done, I’m going to fail the semester.” You appealed to his sensible side, knowing he would feel guilty for making you wait on him the entire day.
He pouted, “I know, I’m sorry. I just love you and I feel better when you love me.”
He then cringed, “You’re right, I do sound like Dick.”
You chuckled at him, “Tell you what, I’ll let you cuddle me if you let me do my work.”
He smiled victoriously, “Deal.”
Crawling into bed and setting the laptop on Tim’s thighs as he threw his body around you was the most gratifying part of your day. His skin was still searing and you told him to take another pill after dinner. He simply sighed into your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, eyes fluttering closed.
You glanced down at your boyfriend, smiling fondly before brushing your fingers through his hair. You peppered kisses to his forehead absentmindedly as you worked, smiling gently at the sight of him being so vulnerable this way.
Tim was always working so hard, never really letting himself rest. It was rare you’d get to see him resting so soundly, without a care in the world and you felt overwhelmed with love and affection for him that for a few minutes you forgot about your assignment and just watched him sleep peacefully.
It was these rare moments you wouldn’t tell Tim about.
You continued to watch him, eyes flickering over every feature on his face. Long eyelashes that fluttered every time he inhaled. Freckles were delicately scattered across the bridge of his nose and it was weird to say but you loved every single one of them.
His skin was still a little flushed and he was panting against your neck because of his blocked nose. But he was still handsome in your eyes. You gently brush away locks of his hair that was tickling his nose.
He squirmed slightly and then began to stir, placing butterfly kisses to your neck and you sighed, “Are you done with your paper yet?”
You closed the laptop, gently tossing it to your feet before curling up to his side and wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, “I’ll do it later, for now let me just love you.”
He sighed happily, “I’m not going to stop you.”
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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲
True Love’s Kiss
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: I don’t think so
Word Count: 4.1K
@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.
A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???
You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.
Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.
I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.
Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.
You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.
You liked most of his exes.
Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.
Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.
Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’
‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’
It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.
Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.
Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.
However today you had enough.
You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.
Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.
Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.
You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.
You were dead wrong.
If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.
Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.
When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.
As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.
Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.
You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.
Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.
“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.
“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.
So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.
Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.
“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.
She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”
She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.
Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.
“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”
“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.
Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.
You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.
Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.
“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.
“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.
“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.
“You weren’t right for the position!”
“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”
“You’re not the boss of me!”
“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”
“I’m not jealous of you!”
“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”
“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!”
“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.
Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.
“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.
“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”
A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.
The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.
“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.
As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.
To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.
You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.
As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.
When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.
He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.
“She’s on a mission for a week.”
“A mission? Who’s with her?”
“No one. It’s a solo mission.”
Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.
He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.
But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.
Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.
But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.
“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”
“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”
“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”
“I don’t know...”
“Don’t you trust me?”
He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.
Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.
“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.
“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”
“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?
“What do you mean?”
“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.
“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”
He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.
“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.
“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”
“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”
Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.
You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.
As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.
It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.
“What the hell did you do!”
She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”
“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”
“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”
“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.
“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.
“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”
“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.
He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.
“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.
“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”
“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.
You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.
“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”
“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”
You needed to get in there.
You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”
And then you rushed in.
When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.
You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.
The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.
So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.
Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.
Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face.
His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”
You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”
You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.
It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.
“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.
“Thank god.” She croaked out.
There was a beat of silence.
“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”
You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.
“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.
Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.
“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.
She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.
You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.
The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.
Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.
Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.
“All this over a boy?”
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Hello there! Can you write hcs for Tim with a reader who's Wally West's younger sibling please?
Tim Drake x West!Reader
You don’t have super speed like your older brother
But you know all about his double life
You honestly keep your distance from it
Sure Wally was Kid Flash (or used to be)
But you still didn't want to meet other people or what not
It was because when you were younger, Wally told you that they k-worded the people who knew too much
Being older now you knew it was a joke
But you didn't want to test it
Even though he wasn't offically a superhero anymore
He still hangs out with this friends and everything
That's how you meet Dick Grayson
You know he's a superhero or something of the sort because he's friends with Wally
But you didn't try to find out his alter ego
One day Wally gets called for an emergency back to the cave
Only problem is that your parents aren't home
And Wally isn't sure how long he'll be gone
He can't leave you alone since you're a minor
So he isn't sure what to do with you
Until Dick gives him the idea to drop you off at the Manor
Even though you don't like the idea of being dropped off at a strangers house
Dick reassures you that his little brother is there and will keep you company
You want to complain and protest
But you see that Wally is at wit's end and then agree
Him giving you the biggest hug
"Thanks baby sis."
"Just bring me back a souvenier."
"You got it."
That's how you found yourself at Wayne Manor in Gotham City
After being haphhazardly speeded all the way there
And that's how you meet Tim
"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N)."
It's only then he notices the weird look you're giving him
"Oh, I'm not a stalker or anything. Just Dick told me you'd be coming home."
He shows you around the house and it's clear he's not sure how long you'd be staying there either
It's kind of awkward to be honest
You two have hardly a clue about each other
Luckily Alfred is there before things get too awkward
"Miss (Y/N), your brother tells me that you're quite the master at cheese viking."
Your eyes light up
"Yeah! I have the high score back at my hometown's arcade!"
"Master Tim quite enjoys playing Cheese Viking himself."
Alfred to the rescue indeed
You two end up playing Cheese Viking the entire day
At the end of the day you kind of forgot that you didn't have to go home
You spent the entire night together until Alfred said that it was time to bed
You let Tim pretend he was going to bed even though you knew he was going for patrol
"Well, be safe!"
"Hehe, why wouldn't I be safe? I'm just going to bed!"
You're surprised he thinks you'll believe that
You spend the next few days together
Just nerding out
And Tim always has something new to do every morning
Even though Alfred has to coax him into it
Tim finds himself getting a slight crush on you
He tells himself it's just a summer fling kind of thing tho
And that he'll grow out of it after you leave
Cuz lord knows this never ending mission of theirs is a lonely endevour
Damian's words not his
You get really close during the time you spent together
When Wally's mission gets over he comes to pick you up
And you're upset you have to say goodbye to Tim
But you try and focus on the fact that Wally is safe and happily go home with him
You hadn't realized you were homesick until he came back home
You were so excited and relieved that you totally forgot to give Tim your number
You only realize a few days later and you're unsure how to contact him
You briefly wonder if you should ask Wally
But you don't want him to get upset
So you just suck it up
Dick meanwhile notices how his little brother feels a little down
"What's wrong Timmy?"
Dick tries to hide his smirk
"You know I have (Y/N)'s number right?"
"Really? I mean...uh...could I have it?"
To say you were excited to see a text from Tim was an understatement
Texting him non-stop for the next couple of days
Even calling and facetiming
Until Tim asks you on your first date
And you're ecstatic
One thing to mention is that Wally has no idea you two were so close
He's painfully oblivious
Artemis finds out when you confide about how nervous you are for the date
Promises not to tell Wally
Partly because you asked her to
And partly because she likes that you felt close enough to ask her
When Tim shows up at your house, Wally thinks it’s just for a playdate
Completely ignores the possibility of him being there to pick you up for a date
Even ignores the fact that he has flowers for you
Cuz he just thinks you’re too young to be dating
Even though he started dating Artemis about the same time
When he finds out though it’s like hell boiled over
You’ve never seen Tim intimidated but he just stares at Wally in fear as he’s tapping his foot on the couch
Your big brother is fuming because he caught you two kissing in your bedroom
Artemis and Dick are there but just smirking and waiting to see what he’ll say
“This!” He gestures between you two, “Is not happening!”
Before anyone can say anything you speak
“If you can have a robin then why can’t I?”
Artemis is laughing her ass off and both Dick and Wally are blushing
“I’m not dating Dick!”
“Oh really? Then the date nights you two have are a little weird don’t you think?”
Dick likes you so he’s definitely on your side
So is Artemis
Wally eventually relents but he doesn’t like it
Not until you get into a huge fight with Tim
And you’re at home sobbing your eyes out
And Wally goes over to his house to kick his ass
Only to see that he’s in a worse state than you are
Eyes red and puffy, hair all messed up and it looked like he was crying all night
And he realizes how much Tim really cares about you
So he convicnes him to make amends with you
And basically now treats him like a member of the family
And his blessing means a lot to you
And now you have a Robin of your own
“FOR THE LAST TIME I’M NOT DATING DICK!”
“WELL ALL THE FANFICTION SAYS OTHERWISE!”
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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Suicidal themes. Mentions of a gun.
Word Count: 2.3k words
Summary: You’re Jason’s sun. Jason’s having a rainy day.
A/N: Felt inspired to write this after simping over Jason with @tadpole-san
Sunshine. It was a fitting name for you.
The world woke up to the sun, its warm rays casting a glow on their body that’s comforting, full of hope and joy and love. He remembered waking up to the bright rays peeking through his curtains and his body aching when he tried to move off the bed.
He was a night person. Had been his entire life. From when he used to live in the Narrows and had to be a light sleeper to make sure some crazy psycho didn’t break in till when he used to spend sleepless nights patrolling alongside Batman.
He didn’t like the sun; it was just a nuisance that bothered him while he was trying to sleep. While he was awake it was another sign that he couldn’t get back into the Robin suit and fight crime. He hated day time; he was a night owl.
Until you walked into his life, with a smile brighter than the all the stars in the sky and eyes warmer than the sun. Your touch was enough to light him on fire or soothe his aches. Since the moment he saw you, you shined hope into his dark and bleak life.
How someone so perfect existed was beyond him. You were the light at the end of the dark tunnel that he had been crawling through for so long. Your voice was honey, your words like sugar and he wanted to drink in every single piece of you. Your scent was home and your laughter the sweetest melody he ever head.
Jason Todd was madly in love with you.
You who was so good to him, so selfless and kind, not like everyone else in the tower. You were the only one who didn’t appear to hold baggage, a ghost haunting you from the past. He knew you had your secrets, your shadows, your monsters. Why else would you have chosen to join the team?
It was a limited addition collection of traumatized individuals.
You were too pure to be living with them. You were too pure to be hanging around him. Every time you touched him, Jason felt soothed, purified, refreshed. But he couldn’t shake the guilt he felt that every time he touched you, he’d be corrupting your beautiful soul with his own tainted one.
He wanted to stay away from you but even when he tried his hardest, he couldn’t hide from your light. He felt himself blindly searching for it, trying to gain some warmth when he felt cold and alone.
And you would be all too happy to give it to him.
In the dark of the night, while everyone was asleep, he’d sneak into your room to seek your protection from the loneliness. Just a few whispered words and your searing touch would have him dizzy from the contact, hiding in your arms. You were his sun even when the moon was out.
Jason woke up to you cuddling into his chest, legs tangled with his, hands buried underneath his thin t-shirt, pressed to his soft skin. You were his new morning. He wanted to wake up to you every single morning.
People always wanted to watch the sun rise, often staying awake or doing an egregious amount of hiking to watch the golden sun make its way past the horizon. He never quite understood them, but when he watched your eyes flutter open, hair messy and a tired smile on your face, he finally did. He wanted to watch you rise every single day of his life.
Even on the days when you didn’t want to wake up just yet, groaning and whining, burying your face further in his chest and pulling the blankets tighter around your body. He’d laugh but hold up a hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight so you could rest peacefully, and he’d feel full just by looking at you.
But in every life a little rain must fall. Cloudy, stormy days were a part of lives, were a part of people. Jason knew this, he had felt it, but after basking in the sun for so long, to go back to the dark, to the cold rain, he felt scared.
You noticed how he would pull away from you, how he would put distance and your heart broke. You’d lie awake at night wondering if he’d come. You’d hold him but something felt different. His skin was cold and unresponsive.
You knew why it was happening and you tried to make him come back to you. You tried so hard to bring the light back to his eyes, to melt the ice that was set in his veins, to bring him back to you. But it felt like he was slipping through your fingers like sand and the tighter you tried to grasp at him, the quicker he managed to leave.
Now whenever Jason looked at you, he didn’t feel warmth, he didn’t feel his heart being filled with syrup. Whenever he looked at you, he only felt guilt and pain. You were not meant to be with the likes of him, he was tarnishing you just by being with you. He couldn’t bear staying away from you, but still, he couldn’t help but feel dread every time you’d touch him.
You were his sun, and he was robbing every one of your sunlight by poisoning you.
“Gar, I just don’t know what’s going on with him.” You stressed, biting your lip nervously. It was the fourth time that Jason had chased you out of his room when you tried to coax something out of him. You knew his experience with Deathstroke had shaken him, and as much as you were trying to help, he wouldn’t let you.
“He probably just wants to be left alone, (Y/N), you know, sort out his thoughts?” Gar had watched you pace back and forth in his bedroom for about an hour and it was honestly making him antsy. He knew you were upset and was just trying to calm you down but he would be an idiot if he said he didn’t notice how you and Jason began drifting apart.
“I know, and I want to give him space too, if that’s what he wants, but I just have this gut feeling that I need to help him, you know?”
“I know you have a bleeding heart, and I also know you care a lot about Jason, but if he really wants some space then he probably needs it. I mean, Jason is crazy about you, why would he want to stay away? He’s probably just a little overwhelmed and chaotic and just needs some quiet.”
Gar’s words comforted you for the time being but there was still a pit in your stomach that only Jason could lift, but you’d wait until he was ready to. Biting you lip contemplatively, you sat down on Gar’s bed with a sigh. Automatically, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, patting it gently.
You heard voices from outside, they started out as mumbles but got louder quickly and you wondered if you should go and check it out. Sharing a look with Gar, you both wandered to the living room.
Everyone looked tense and rigid, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“What’s going on?”
“Jason drew crucifixes on Rachel’s mirror.” Said Donna and you gasped softly, head snapping to Jason’s. Gar bristled beside you, protective over Rachel but didn’t make any moves like the level headed person he was. Did Jason really do that?
Jason’s eyes were watering when you met them, red along the borders and your gaze softened. He was gripping his jacket tightly in his trembling hands, jaw clenched tightly to keep him from crying and your heart clenched in your chest.
“I didn’t do any of it.” He told you, voice thick and tense. You found yourself nodding. Jason was hard to work with sometimes, he was hard-headed and insensitive but he didn’t go around trying to make reasons for people to hate him.
“Really cute what you did with the bourbon bottle there, if you go into my room or pull that shit again, I’ll forget what side you’re on.” Hank spat and your brows furrowed. What was he saying?
“I didn’t do any of it.” He whimpered out and you wanted to say something to diffuse the situation but Dawn spoke up, “What about the picture of Ellis?”
“The orange soda bottle?”
Suddenly everyone was throwing accusations at him and you couldn’t stop yourself from reeling. Just as you were about to defend Jason, the sound of the elevator captured your attention.
Out walked Dick, with shoulders tense, white knuckles gripping a gun tightly. His face was stone cold but his eyes were showing terror, looking around the room in a frenzy.
“He’s here.” He whispered harshly and your brows furrowed, “Deathstroke was here.”
It was like the atmosphere got thicker. You kept your eyes on Dick and noticed the way his pupils darted to an empty space before the dazed look passed and he looked around again.
Your eyes snapped to where he was standing only to find that he wasn’t there anymore. Something dense and dark settled into the pit of your stomach and you. Everyone moved towards the hallway, probably trying to look for Jason. After finding out Deathstroke was in the building, they didn’t want anyone alone.
But before they made any other move, you grabbed the gun out of Dick’s hand, pointing it at the glass Hank left off the table and shooting. It shattered, splaying shards of glass all over the table.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hank spat, coming closer to you but you shot another bullet, shattering the bottle beside the glass. You glared up at him, feeling rage fuel when you remembered the way he spoke to Jason.
“The next time you pull that shit with your teammate I’ll forget what fucking side you’re on.” You spat, clicking on the safety before chucking it into Dick’s hands and rushing to the rooftop.
Your heart pounded with every step, feeling dread fill your heart and your eyes began watering before you even reached the roof. You blinked them away furiously but eventually fat tears began streaming down your cheeks and you slammed against the door, a broken sob leaving your mouth when you saw what was in front of you.
Jason was standing on the edge of the building, back facing you. It wasn’t the first time he had stood there, many a times the two of you had spent time on the roof, talking till the sun set. He would sit on the edge of the rooftop, laughing when you got freaked out and anxious and wrapped your arms around him just to be safe.
But it felt different this time. His back was stiff, he wasn’t facing you, his legs and hands were trembling. The thought of him teetering over the edge flashed through your head and your lips quivered.
“Please, come down.” You whimpered out and his shoulders tensed even more.
“I don’t want you to watch this.’
“Please!” You cried out, eyes squeezing shut. The sight of him was a little too much for you to handle, “Jason, I love you, please.”
“You shouldn’t love someone like me,” His voice wobbled with every word, “There’s no helping me, (Y/N). I don’t belong here. I’m the reason this place won’t work. I’m a poison. Shit spreads and it can infect even the healthiest of people.”
“You’re not! You’re not a poison! I love you! And I want to tell you how much but no words are coming to my mind.” You sobbed out, hiccupping.
He chuckled lowly, “You can’t even think of a reason.”
“It’s not because of that!” You shouted, heart breaking in your chest. Your vision was blurry and tears were endlessly falling. It was difficult to even speak, your throat tightening painfully. You just wanted him to hold you, feeling his warmth against your body as you cried, “It’s because you’re really scaring me right now!”
You sniffled, trying to stop your tears, wiping furiously at your face. If you wanted to stop Jason then you’d need to be able to tell him properly.
“Jason, you know how you call me you’re sunshine? Because I show you the light?” You didn’t need to wait for a confirmation her heard you, “Jason, if I’m you’re sunshine then you’re my sky! You’re my home!”
“You’re not a poison, my love. You’re just having a rainy day.” You reasoned, “I’m your sun, Jason, I can’t be poisoned or tainted or broken. I’m always going to be there for you, please give me a chance to prove it.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He choked out and you felt a fresh wave of tears.
“You deserve so much more. You’re so good, Jason. So sweet, so loving. Please, please, don’t leave me.” You whimpered out, stepping forward to grasp his wrist and sharply pulled him towards you.
He fell over you, and you held him against you, burying your head into his hair. He took a shaky breath before a sob broke through his chest. He didn’t try to fight you, wrapping his arms around your waist and crying into your shoulder. You sobbed in relief, pressing wet kisses to the crown of his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” He sobbed, hands fisting your shirt, “I don’t deserve you.”
You shivered, pulling away slightly to kiss him breathlessly, “You deserve me and so much more. I’m going to be with you every single step of the way, I promise. You’re my sky, Jason. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sunshine. Thank you.”
You stayed in each other’s arms, relishing in the warmth until the moon rose. Even then you still felt the warmth of the sun between you.
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Wally west x green lantern reader? One shot or headcanons , whatever works for you queen
Wally West x Green Lantern!Reader
A/N: I ship HalBarry. They be cute af
Everyone being really perplexed because you’re so young
The ring chose you
What can you do?
Being babied by all the GLs on Earth
And as much as they would like to take you on missions with them like some big psychotic family field trip
You were young and inexperienced
Not to mention completely untrained
And you didn’t have a place in their dynamic yet
So, they, along with the JLA decide the best decision was to put you with the team
You kinda saw it coming
It was obvious
So, you weren’t surprised when they shipped you off to Mount Justice
Everyone being excited
Cuz wow a real GL member? You have an actual ring?
Meeting Wally and immediately hitting it off
You were the only one who could...handle...him
Aside from Robin
But come on that boy needs a break once in a while
Wally always begging to try on the ring
“I’ll buy you a better one.”
“So, when I propose to you, you wouldn’t take off the ring?? Not even for a sparkly diamond one?”
“First, I wear my GL ring on my right hand. Second, what do you mean by when?”
And Wally’s blushing
“I didn’t say when.”
“You said when.”
“Let me wear the ring and I’ll tell you what I meant by when.”
You laughed, “No thanks.”
Being a great tag team on missions
Being the only one who can keep up with his eating habits
The team has more than once watched the both of you inhale your food
Some of them watch in disgust
Others in awe
Always saving his ass when he jumps head first into something
“I know you can run, Baywatch, but you can’t fly! Stop jumping off things!!”
“Aw, well I know you’ll always be there to catch me.”
“That’s a lot of pressure on someone who can hold a grudge for 2 weeks for eating my bag of gummies.”
One day you were cold and stole his sweatshirt
He never realized you stole it
Completely forgot about it
Until a couple of weeks later you show up wearing it
His face going red and he loses all the words in his head
“Nothing, you just look really pretty today.”
“Aw thank you~”
“You’re welcome, will you let me wear the ring now?”
Getting into a relationship quickly after that
Nothing much changes
Except you find out he likes kissing you
So much so that Batman made it a rule not to kiss during missions
Or ANYWHERE in his sightline
“Oh, bats don’t be jealous, you’ll find someone eventually.” You giggle as Wally presses butterfly kisses to your shoulder
“Um, is he still glaring at us?”
Wally peeking out and then covering himself with the blanket again, “Yup.”
“It’s been like 4 hours.”
If you don’t go to a diner and clean the place out on a date, did you even go out?
He always brings you flowers or a teddy bear or something
Having races to see if you can fly faster than he can run
Some cheating on your part
“Haha! I win!”
“Only because you got a giant teddy bear to hit me in the face!”
Rarely having lazy day dates but when you do you can never even keep your eyes open
Sleeping so hard that people think you’re dead
Again, I say, it’s not a date cuz yall didn’t eat anything
“Isn’t it ironic that we ended up together?”
“Another speedster and GL.”
“Are Hal and Barry not dating?!”
“NO?! HE’S MARRIED! TO A WOMAN!”
“....are you sure?”
Being the high school sweethearts of the team
When Wally quits the team, you’re still a hero even though he doesn’t like it
Just like he said when he was 15, he eventually proposes
After all the I love you’s and sweet nothings are said and done
“Can you please let me try on the ring now?”
“Babe this is your engagement ring!!”
“Exactly! And if you ask to try on the ring again, next time I won’t put the engagement ring back on!”
“Okay, okay I’m sorry. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Dating Jason Todd Would Include
A/N: I know these aren’t exactly proper headcanons but who cares
You met Jason at a Wayne Gala
You were accompanying your father for the night
Jason being the only other person your age who didn’t look like they wanted to compare expensive shoes and bags or insult other people based on their shoes and bags
So, you offered him a glass of punch before striking up a conversation
“So, come here often?”
Yeah, that didn’t go too well
He found you adorably awkward though and just laughed
“You need some better pickup lines, princess.”
You were surprised that nicknames like ‘princess’ ‘sunshine’ ‘doll’ were so easy to leave Jason’s mouth
You were also flustered and enjoyed hearing it but you ignored that little part in you
Ducking behind the tables and stuffing your mouths with appetizers away from people’s judging eyes
Then Jason snuck a few glasses of champagne and got tipsy (Don’t drink underaged ya’ll)
Trying to keep him quiet so he doesn’t attract any unwanted attention
He starts pouring out his life to you
“Um, I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do with that.”
Trying to get out from under the table but hit his head and everyone heard him shout out “OH FUCK!!”
Followed by peals of your laughter
Jason vaguely remembered you pressing an icepack to his head the next morning
He didn’t even realize it until Alfred pointed it out to him
But on his hand, in your handwriting was
“(Y/N) - XXX XXXXX”
He texts you immediately
Bruce wanted to yell at him that day for drinking but he noticed how giddy he was while texting you and then decided it could wait
Immediately make plans to meet up at a Diner
Jason introduces you to the best food you’ve ever eaten in your entire life
He seems to know just which place to go for a certain food
Always in the mood for ice cream
You never mention it to each other about how it feels like dates
Even though the two of you are just friends
Eventually meeting up to go watch movies
And then Gotham Knights games
And then you go to Jason’s school to cheer him on during his games
He still calls you babe, princess, doll
Even though you’re not dating
You getting concerned that he was going something wrong when he kept showing up with bruises and cuts and injuries
“I’m fine babe, just ran into some people who were looking for a fight.”
“You can’t keep doing things like this, Jason, you’re not Batman.”
And then he laughs in a way that tells you he’s hiding something from you
Sneaking you into Wayne manor to watch movies and play video games
Even though Alfred always finds out cuz you both end up falling asleep on the couch together
Meeting almost everyday
On days you’re busy and can’t meet up, you call him before bed and before he leaves for patrol
And you talk for like an hour
Until one day Jason tells you that he won’t be able to contact you for a few weeks
When you ask why he says he’s going to meet his brother so he’ll be busy
You have no contact with Jason for about a month
He wants to text you, call you or something
But something always happens before he got the opportunity
Either training or Dick poking his nose in his business or something
Besides that, he was kinda scared to tell you that he wouldn’t be back for the entire summer, maybe even more
And you didn’t bother texting him first so he wondered if you even missed him
Jason lost his temper at training because he was frustrated
Dick decides that he needs a little fresh air so he takes him out for lunch
They get to a small burger place and the first thing Jason hears when he enters is your laugh
You’re at the counter, chatting it up with a cute boy, laughing at some joke he told you
Jason leaves Dick in the dust, walking up to you
You turn around and immediately your eyes light up like the sun and you jump into his arms
Dick watches from a few feet away in amusement as Jason hugs you tightly and glares at the other guy over his shoulder
That guy gets the message and leaves
You pull away slightly but your arms are still around his neck and his on your waist
“What’re you doing here?”
“Well, my dad shipped me off to my grandmas for the summer because he didn’t want a crazy teenager alone at home while he was at work.” You told him, “What about you?”
“Same deal, Bruce shipped me off to my grandmas,” He gestured at Dick and you chuckled, “for the summer because he didn’t want a crazy teenager alone at home while he was at work.”
“What about Alfred?”
“Nearly gave him a heart attack when I rode the motorcycle down the stairs.”
“Ah, so that’s your brother?”
“Yeah, but he’s not important.”
You think for a while, playing with the hairs out of place on the nape of his neck and he drums his fingers on your hips
You smile brightly, “You know what?”
He chuckled, “Tell me what.”
“There’s a Denny’s right across the street from my place!”
“No way! Seriously?”
“Yeah! You wanna meet up for some dinner?”
You leave after that, briefly greeting Dick
Dick is giving Jason a wide, silly grin that makes him kinda uncomfortable
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Are you sure?”
“What do you—Yes I’m sure!”
He thinks that’s the end of the conversation
But ohoho Dick isn’t going to let something go that easily
He just needs some back up
Waits until they get back home before burying Jason
“Jason has a girlfriend!”
Cue everyone running out
“Jason has a girlfriend?!”
And Jason is blushing red but still trying to deny it
“He’s going on a date with her tonight.”
“Will you shut up! She’s not my girlfriend! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go shower.”
“HE’S SHOWERING?! SHE REALLY IS HIS GIRLFRIEND!”
That night, he went to the diner early and order before you even got there, wanting to surprise you
Spending the whole night talking and telling each other what had been going on for the past few months
Then he suggested taking a train ride and you agreed
You didn’t go anywhere, just sitting on the train until it got to the last station
Exploring the station for a bit, getting something to eat again
Before riding the train all the way back
Because it was late and hence quiet, you were feeling a little drowsy
Gently resting your head in the crook of his neck and whispering to him
His arm was wrapped around your shoulder and patting the top of your head gently
When you fell asleep, he had to wake you up but then piggy backed you from the train station back home
Your grandma was so happy to see Jason
Pinched his cheek and called him a nice boy
Made him blush but he’ll never tell you
And when he returned back to the tower, all the adults were up, waiting with creepy smiles so they can tease him
“So, did you kiss her?”
“It wasn’t a date and she isn’t my girlfriend.”
Everything is like a cheesy high-school rom com after that
With a side of occasional thriller (slade) and melodrama (Jason being an emo teen)
And then that awful day comes where he nearly died
Suffers from horrible PTSD
He feels dizzy the whole time
Like he’s going to fall at any moment
But then everyone starts behaving cold and distant towards him
It makes him feel like an outsider
So, one night when he has a nightmare and is shaken awake
He wants to go to someone
But he doesn’t have anybody who he trusts enough to cry to
And that makes him feel so alone
So, in the middle of the night, he leaves the tower to go to your place
Doesn’t knock on the front door
Instead climbs the tree and goes over to your window
Luckily for him, you’re still awake
You were watching a drama in your bed and even though you wanted to go to sleep, something told you to stay awake and you were really glad that you did
You invite him inside, fussing about how cold he was and wrapping a blanket around him
Coddling him immediately, asking him what was wrong, if he needed anything
Sitting in his lap and running your hands gently through his hair
And he looks in your eyes and sees how much you really care about him
Breaking down into tears
You’ve never seen him cry before so you’re scared that something is seriously wrong
Holding him tightly as he cried into your neck
It took him a while to calm down
All while you were rubbing his back and whispering comforting words in his ear
“You don’t have to tell me; I won’t leave you for anything.”
He pulled away and looked you right in the eyes
You gave him a small smile, “We’re underaged.”
He shook his head and you chuckled, “It’s against the law.”
“If we weren’t?”
Now this made you freeze
He was looking at you with earnest eyes
They were so vulnerable, so open, as if begging you not to break his heart
“If we weren’t? Would you say yes?”
Your eyes grew soft and you leaned in to kiss him, gently
His hands wrapped around you tightly and yours went to his hair
“In a heartbeat.”
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too.”
And Dick wakes up in a cold sweat somewhere in the tower like
“I knew she was your girlfriend.”
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Hello there! Can you write hcs for Tim with a demigodess!reader please? Congrats on your 600 followers btw^^
Tim Drake x Demigoddess!Reader
A/N: Thank you so much! So I’m totally dense about greek myths and stuff and I was gonna make her Thor’s daughter at first but then I forgot about that I did Hades but when I remembered it was already written so oh well
You were the daughter of Hades and Persephone
You had kind of a weird childhood
Don’t get me wrong, it was a great childhood
Being princess of the underworld and the daughter of the only sane people in all of Olympus had its perks
But compared to everyone else, it was weird
Hades was extremely protective of you because you were a mortal
Meaning that you could die
The thought of having to greet your soul when you died filled him with so much grief
So, he kept you sheltered, kept you safe
Never letting you lift a finger
As princess you had everything you ever needed and everything your heart desired
Since birth you had been trained by Athena and Aries under your father’s watchful eyes
When you were 16 and you finally wanted to see the rest of the world, you begged your parents to let you go to the mortal world
It took months of begging and when they said no, you’d get so upset that all the flowers in the underworld would wither
Persephone seeing how much you wanted to see the world
So, she convinces Hades to let you go
And he agrees but just as long as you promise to visit
You go to the human world and you’re so oblivious about human life that it’s concerning
Walking around in a floor length dress wondering why everyone else wasn’t dressed the same way
This is how you meet Diana Prince
She recognizes you immediately when you arrive at the Smithsonian, looking mildly confused
Your eyes light up when you see a familiar face
You stay with her for a couple of days before she decides that you’d be better off at the cave
That’s exactly what happens
Even though you whine a little and say you want to stay with her
She just knows it’s because you’re nervous about being in a new place
You know that if you were in any real danger your parents would inflict rage on the mortal world
Feeling mildly comforted at the idea
Diana doesn’t tell them to add you to the group
She just tells them that you need a place to stay and someone to help you find your way around
The first people you meet are Batman, Nightwing and Robin
Immediately being comforted just by looking at them
Batman reminded you of your dad and Nightwing of your mom
And Diana trusted them so you did too
You end up following Tim and Dick around for the next couple of days like a lost puppy
Dick finds it amusing
Tim is kinda unsettled but thinks you’re stupid for some reason
It isn’t until he actually talks to you, he realizes you’re much more profound than he gave you credit for
You don’t officially join the team
You just live there
Everyone thinks that you have no training whatsoever
And that you’re just a princess
Which you technically are but
Until you’re watching them train one day and then remember the days you would spar with Athena
It looked like so much fun
Immediately you wanted to join in
Some of them rolled their eyes and thought you were wasting their time
The others were happy to let you join in
They wanted to make Bart spar you but you looked around contemplatively before pointing at Tim
“If it is alright with you, I wish for you to be my partner.”
Tim blushing because what you said sounded like you were choosing him as a life partner, rather than sparring partner
Of course, Bart teases him for it as well as the others
When Tim walks up to the middle, Dick subtlety tells him to take it easy on you and he nods
The match is over before he can even make a move
You had the speed and strength of a god, it wasn’t a surprise
Not to you at least
To everyone else, kind of a huge surprise
Standing over him and giggling
“I want a rematch.”
“But of course.”
Spending the rest of the day sparring with him
He doesn’t beat you even once
And the others just watch you throw him around for an afternoon
After a while it stops being funny and Nightwing is almost concerned
It kind of hurts his pride but you still acknowledge him
“You know, for a human, you’re very skilled.”
“Uh, thank you?”
After that you go through the other members quite quickly
Some of them gave you a little trouble, like Conner
But you managed to be undefeated
They all think you should join the team after that and you agree
Spending more time with Tim that way
Always talking to him about your family’s history and stuff
Telling him all about your parents love story when he asked to hear about it
You talk so fondly of it and he’s honestly just kind of shocked that Greek Mythology isn’t mythology
I mean, he knew it was real because of Diana
But he never really understood how real these gods were
He falls for you
He loves the way your eyes light up and you smile at him
He loves the way you’re always eager to learn
He loves that you’re so kind and gentle but can also beat people up without even trying
He asks you out but it didn’t go as well as he was hoping
“Do you want to go out with me?”
“Yes, a walk sounds lovely.”
“(Y/N), I like you.”
“Aw that’s so sweet Tim, I like you too, friend.”
Everyone else starts enjoying the way he crashes and burns all the time
And Tim would stop asking usually
But he knows it in his bones that you like him too
But he has no other way to tell you aside from marching up to you and kissing you
Makes that Plan B tho
Plan A is getting you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and telling you that he likes you
You grin widely and tell him you like him too
Kissing you just as the sun set that day
It’s one of your favourite memories
Everyone being extremely happy and supporting of your relationship
You can tell Batman is trying to threaten you
But your father is god of the underworld and you have a three headed dog
So, when you and Tim are caught kissing in some hidden crevice in the cave by him and he tries telling you off, you can’t help you smile adorably
“Don’t worry Batman, I have no intention of dishonouring your son.”
Batman is like ???
And Tim is either like “Please don’t speak like we’re in the 1800s.”
or “Please dishonour me.”
He buys you pomegranates as a joke but then you prank him saying that if he eats them, he has to return to the underworld with you
Dick (Nightwing) approves
You like falling asleep in his arms so more often than not you plead with him to stay at the cave and sleep with you
He knows relationships in Olympus generally move a lot quicker so he ends up having to sit you down and explain everything to you so you know his boundaries
Totally accepting them and never going farther than he wants
You appreciate the small things
Like sitting in his lap and eating breakfast
Or being the small spoon
You become the team’s resident couple
Being part of a team, a family is honestly so much fun
Everyone thinking your invincible and practically indestructible
Until one day you’re hurt on the battlefield
Everyone freaking out and getting you back to the cave so you could be treated
The next morning, Tim goes to check up on you and finds something shocking
He’s not sure what to be more surprised by
Cerberus napping at the foot of your bed
Or you crying
Even though the giant, three-headed dog freaks him out, he still sits beside you and asks what’s wrong
“My father demands that I return home. He cannot stand the thought of me being hurt.”
His heart stops
He likes you so much, even bordering on love
And he doesn’t want you to leave
But who was he to stop the God of the Underworld?
Comforting you when you cried, hugging you tightly
“Shh it’s gonna be okay.”
You return home after that and it breaks Tim’s heart
You don’t officially break up but it’s kind of implied because you can never return back to the mortal world
Him being depressed for the next few months but he hides it well
Even though everyone knows how he’s feeling
Things aren’t any better on your end
Your heart aches with every second your away from him
Until one day it happens
Your soul wants to be with Tim
So, it tries to leave your body
You have a heart attack that night and nearly die and it horrifies Hades
He goes all the way to the mortal world to find Tim
Tim doesn’t quite understand how you could have a heart attack from missing him
But is still worried and agrees to go to the Underworld to see you
When he gets there, you’re in so much pain
But once he brings you into his arms you feel sated
When he kisses you, everything fades into a dull ache
Hades wants Tim to stay in the Underworld after that but you argue and tell him to go back to the land of the living
This wasn’t the place for him
“I’ll give up on you, I promise, but you can’t stay here any longer my love.”
“I don’t want to leave your side.”
“I’m sorry, but you know we can’t be.”
Tim goes the next morning and it breaks your heart but you know that it’s for the best
You spend the next few weeks in such sorrow that all of Persephone’s plants die
Hades and Persephone both see how much you love Tim and they are reminded of themselves when they were younger
Making a joint decision to let you go back to the mortal world
But you have to live a long life
That’s the one condition
You running into the cave and crashing into Tim’s arms
Kissing him there and feeling everything go right in the world
You fulfil your parents wish
And live a long, happy life by Tim’s side
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Jason Todd when his Future child comes to the Present
Dick Grayson Ver. | Tim Drake Ver. | Damian Wayne Ver. | Bruce Wayne Ver.
Conner Kent Ver. | Wally West Ver.
One summer afternoon, Alfred was tidying up the living room, making some tea for himself and was going to wake up Tim
He heard the doorbell and briefly wondered if anyone was expecting company
Although it wasn’t alien for the boys’ friends to randomly show up at the manor
When he gets to the door, there’s a teenage girl who looks scared and worried when he opens the door, he wonders if it’s another girl from Tim’s class to confess her love
“Yes. And who might you be, young lady?”
She looked scared by the question and bit her lip, “Well, I’m kind of from the future.”
Now he’s wondering if he should believe her or not
“My name is Aria Todd.”
Now this surprises him but Alfred is a good judge of character so he can see she’s not lying but still is sceptical
Invites her in for a cup of tea anyway and once she sees Bruce, she gapes a little
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. Just that I can’t believe Grandpa Bruce was ever young.”
It isn’t long before everyone in the manor is introduced to her
As expected, none of them actually believe her
Not even when she reveals that she knows how to enter the Batcave
All of the boys want to run a DNA test on her to prove her story but Bruce doesn’t have any DNA samples belonging to Jason
So, he has to call him up and Jason doesn’t sound happy
“What do you want, Bitch?”
“Jason let’s save the pleasantries; I need you to come to the cave as soon as you can.”
“Ha, fat chance. Good night.”
“Jason. There’s someone here saying she’s your daughter from the future.”
“And you believe that bullshit?”
“Not until we can get a DNA sample of yours and compare. Get here tomorrow. And bring (Y/N) with you.”
The next morning, Jason comes to the manor with you by his side, albeit reluctantly
You’re looking uncertain
“Jason, I don’t know how I feel about meeting your family so early honestly.”
“Sorry babe, I know, but Bruce insisted and he usually doesn’t poke his nose in my personal life.”
He greeted Alfred happily, introducing you proudly as his girlfriend, even though you’ve only been going out a couple of months
When you’re in the living room, making small talk with Damian and Tim, Jason asks Alfred where his supposed daughter is
He tells Jason that Aria is still asleep in Jason’s old room
Apparently, that was the room she spent the nights in when she stayed at the manor in the future
Jason got ever more sceptical, why would he let his daughter stay at the manor
When he enters his old room, he notices the teenage girl curled up in his bed, clutching one of his pillows
He crept closer to get a better look and she stirred, making out his silhouette in the room
He froze and she rolled over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes
“I had the worst dream dad; I was in the past and no one knew me and I couldn’t find you or mom or anyone.” She rambled
When she didn’t get any response, she sat up, looking more awake, with a frown on her face
“It wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Jason shook his head
She sighed and crawled out of bed, brushing past him and into the hallway and Jason followed her
He got back to your side and you wondered whether the girl with him was his sister
“Dad, why are you with grandma?”
Everyone looks like she might as well as slapped them
Bruce and Jason especially (you’re kinda confused but)
She burst into laughter, “Wow, you actually believed that? Fuck I must be a better liar than I thought.”
“Watch your fucking language! Don’t play that shit with me again!”
And you’re just confused af cuz like why is she calling me grandma as a joke? Why is she calling Jason dad?
Then everyone has to explain to you just what was going on
“So, you’re my daughter that I apparently have with Jason?”
“Yep, it’s so great to meet a version of you where you can’t win every argument by saying ‘you lived inside me!’ over and over again”
“Well, it’s true! It was the worst hours of labour of my entire life!”
“You haven’t even given birth to me yet!”
And Jason is cackling in the background
He’s also really relieved cuz you don’t seem weirded out or scared or something
So, Bruce and Alfred take DNA samples from all three of you
While you’re all waiting Jason is just staring at her suspiciously when she growls and kicks him in the shin
“OW! What was that for, you brat?!”
“Stop looking at me like that!! Stop looking at me like you don’t know me! I’m going to be your daughter! I’m not some stranger!”
Jason feels apologetic
This whole time he kept treated her like some suspicious person but if she actually was his daughter then she’s probably just scared and hurt that her family has no idea who she is
“There must be some other way you can prove you’re my spawn.”
She smirks, confidence coming back and is like, “’Course I can.”
Then she sauntered over to the side of the living room, grabbing the gun off the mantle (which you thought was just for display purposes)
And fires off a round, making a smiley face of bullets in the wall
Jason has a tiny happy tear in the corner of his eye like ‘That’s my daughter, all right.’
And you’re just cowering behind him like ‘WHY DOES OUR DAUGHTER KNOW HOW TO FIRE A GUN’
When the results come back, no one is that surprised to find out they’re positive
And immediately everyone wants to try and find out about the future
“Well, Uncle Tim is CEO of Wayne Tech and is partners with Uncle Dami.”
“What? I’d never lower myself to partner with the likes of him.”
“Uncle Dick has a bunch of children with his wife.”
“What? Dick? The playboy of the century?”
She just shrugs, “Where I come from, he’s the grandma of the century.”
“Oh! Grandpa gets married the last of all of you. Apparently, I was the flower girl at his wedding but I was too young to remember anything.”
And everyone is laughing their asses off cuz Bruce? The playboy? Only manages to get a girl after all his sons have settled down?
She tells you all about her daily life, how sickly in love you and Jason are
She tells you about how you guys have family dinners once a month at the manor even though Jason tries to protest
“Mom always said after I was born, the family was brought closer together. I guess I’m the glue of this family, right?”
You cringe and turn to your boyfriend, “She gets her big head from you.”
He snorted, “You should hope not, you’re the one who has to give birth to that.”
Apparently, she has a younger brother too, named Alfie (Short for Alfred)
In the span of one day, she tells you all about your future, still being vague enough to not spoil the surprises that were yet to come
“She’s just like you, babe.” Jason said, kissing your temple and you laugh, watching her playfully wrestle with Damian, now that he was small enough for her to take him
“She may look like me, but her personality is all you, Jay.”
She talks excitedly through the night and you’re happy to see she isn’t emotionally stunted like Jason usually is
Somewhere in the middle Damian makes an offhanded comment about how he can’t imagine Todd being a good father
And it kind of makes Jason insecure even if he doesn’t show it
“No, dad’s the best. I mean we have our little spats sometimes but he’s the best. If anything, I think mom’s meaner than him.”
You scoff in mock offense, “That’s just because you’re a daddy’s girl!”
“Well, I’m sorry that dad loves me more than you! I’m his flesh and blood, it’s only natural.”
Unfortunately, you don’t get a lot of time to spend with her
Sometime in the middle of the night, right before everyone is going to turn in and go to bed when a portal opens up in the middle of the living room
To no one’s surprise, everyone’s already guns blazing
Jason pulls you behind him when he sees someone step through
Aria scrambles into future Jason’s arms and he easily catches her, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead
Jason then sees what she meant when she said he was looking at her weirdly
Because when he looked at his future self, he could see the amount of love, worry and protectiveness in his eyes
That was what a father looked like
At it relieves him a little bit
Because he knows that one day, he’ll be able to look at his kids like that
Aria turns back to you both one last time with a huge grin, “Thanks for everything, guys!”
Future Jason meets past Jason’s eyes with a small smirk
“Don’t fuck things up for the both of us, you’ve got a good life ahead of you. And stop fucking swearing in front of Aria otherwise (Y/N)’s always gonna blame you for her potty mouth.”
He sends you a wink and you can’t help but laugh when Aria scoffs
“Ew dad, mom’s like 20 years younger, stop.”
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What Have I Done (Part 3)
Warnings: None I think.
Word Count: 4.3K
Summary: You leaving the team to join the side of the villains has the rest of them to realize that they’re responsible for pushing you away.
A/N: There will be an alternate ending for a special celebrating me gaining 500 followers! The alternate ending won’t be that fulfilling either to be honest. I hope you like this part because I felt kind of weird while writing it.
Part 1 Part 2 Alternate Ending Reader’s Backstory
“You’re off the mission. (Y/N) is strictly Justice League priority now.” Batman informed, voice gruff with either disappointment or firmness but neither of them could identify it. They had been hanging their heads low in front of the entire JLA as they explained what had happened in the last few days.
Zatanna was confined to her room, no one would even look at her, much less talk to her, all of them were filled with rage that she took a moment to pretend that she was down before stabbing you in the back. Literally.
A part of them was reminded of how this started out, with a scared lonely girl trapped in her room, after having lost all her friends and now having to face herself all on her own. They didn’t want to repeat what happened but even then, they couldn’t bring themselves to look at her face. They were just reminded of how the last time they did, they were covered in your blood.
The Justice League found out shortly after, of course they did and the team could identify many different emotions on their faces. Some were unmistakably disappointed while the others looked guilty and upset. Like they blamed themselves for not checking up on what was going on here. Black Canary looked the most distraught by far. Rightfully so because she thought of herself to be responsible for the mental wellbeing of the protégés.
The young heroes were lost, disappointed in themselves and their hearts felt like it was being ripped in two whenever they remembered the way you started wailing when you thought they had betrayed you. You were too far gone by then, not listening to anything they had heard and just sobbing in Artemis’ arms as she tried to bring you back to earth.
When you vanished, they hadn’t known if you had survived or not, waiting in anxiety for the next few days, assuming the next time the JLA would call them was to inform them of your death. Conner swore that if you had really passed then he wouldn’t let Zatanna stay here and be part of the team.
The others wanted to agree, they wanted to tell her to pack her bags and leave, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do to her what they did to you. They wondered whether that was fair to you, whether they should show Zatanna the compassion they never showed you but they also knew that two wrongs didn’t make a right.
But none of them could bring themselves to include her in anything.
They next few days went by in a blur, not knowing when morning bled into the night of sleeplessness. The place they called their home felt haunted with ghosts of their past. When they passed the docking bay, they’d sometimes hear you screaming and wailing just as the arrows pierced you.
It wasn’t long before the JLA called an emergency meeting and they were forced to tell their mentors everything that had happened. They wanted to blame Zatanna for everything, they wanted to put the blame off on somebody but they knew that it was party theirs as well.
And they didn’t know how to make up for their sins.
But they knew that they still wanted to try.
So, when Batman said they were off the mission, they couldn’t help protesting but he quickly shut them all down, “(Y/N)’s out for blood,” His voice made the revelation all more chilling, they didn’t want to believe that there wasn’t any hope for you, “Your blood, specifically. You don’t have the training, nor the firepower to take on someone in her league. You’ll have to let us handle her.”
“But Batman we want to help get her back. This can’t be the end.”
“(Y/N) is the part of the Light now. Our mission objective still remains the same. To defeat the Light.”
This didn’t sit right with them. They could read between the lines and understand what Batman meant but they still couldn’t bring themselves to believe it. This was their teammate they were talking about. The mission couldn’t have been more important than her.
But they couldn’t bring themselves to ask. To swallow the lump in their throats and really ask if this could possibly cost you your life. Not after you just managed to get it back.
“Ready to make those Justice Babies pay, young one?” Klarion asked from your side, fuelling your pain, adding anger to your grief until you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Your brain and heart were overloaded, overwhelmed, until you couldn’t feel anything anymore.
It was scary, not being able to feel the anger, the pain, the sorrow that you knew you were entitled to. All you could feel was cold, emptiness. You felt numb and it frightened you.
Luckily, Klarion was there for you, whispering in your ear about how you were supposed to be feeling and filled you with pseudo-rage and pain. You knew you were supposed to be distraught and angry and you honoured yourself by trying to obliterate them.
Maybe when they were finally gone, you’d get closure.
So, you agreed to everything Klarion said without a second thought, letting him use your powers to fulfil his tasks and wishes. Something in you told you that he was simply manipulating you but the other reasoned that he was trying to help you through this by making you feel something.
You were tired.
Tired of trying to win over people. Tired of trying to do anything. It would be so much easier if everything would just stop for a second. For forever.
You could recognize your desires easily. You wanted a life where you didn’t have to run after people like a lap dog, where you could be worth of love and adoration without having to do something first.
But you were too far gone now, and no amount of wishing could fulfil your dream. No amount of power or magic could undo whatever what does. To heal the scars and give you a clean slate.
You didn’t belong anywhere. Your heart wasn’t with the Light and you couldn’t be with the team. Every time you thought of them conspiring against you so Zatanna could land the final blow, your stomach clenched painfully and yet you still couldn’t feel anything. Not the pain of their rejection. Not the rage at their betrayal. No thirst for revenge. Nothing.
Re-joining them didn’t feel right. Yet, destroying them didn’t feel right either.
And you wondered whether it was because you were too weak to go through with it, or whether you were strong enough not to.
But still, you didn’t say the words out loud. You didn’t admit it to anything. You couldn’t be that pathetic girl still chasing for everyone’s acceptance. Eventually you had to realize that the dream you once had couldn’t be achieved. It just couldn’t.
So, every night you imagine yourself shattering it, every last memory, every last desire, every last emotion. Anyone would have thought you were hiding the sorrow and anger but they would be wrong.
You were trying to forget every last good memory. Trying to taint everything good you felt with your blood and tears.
The mornings your parents would wake you up before preschool and take you hand in hand before dropping you off and picking you up at that very same spot was tainted by the memory of their faces turning dark when they found out that you weren’t their real daughter.
The days in your school when you would giggle with your friends at your table over how your teacher was wearing ugly shoes and scribbling on each other’s books for fun was followed by them not even bothering to contact you when you suddenly left school. You were easy to forget by them.
You remembered the mornings that the team would remember to call you down for breakfast. It was in the beginning, back when you were a fresh face to the team, you remember eating cereal and watching them joke around. Sure, a lot of them were inside jokes that you’d never quite fully understand but your morning was full of life and laughter.
You remembered the time you got hurt during a mission and was confined to bed rest for the next week. The team had visited you briefly, telling you to rest up and bringing your meals for the rest of the week. You were reminded of the days you had a fever and your parents would coddle you until you were feeling better.
That’s why it hurt. Because once upon a time you were loved, you knew what it felt like. You knew how warm it felt when your mom tucked you in and kissed your forehead. You knew how happy you felt when your dad would eat your burnt, horribly misshapen cookies and tell you they were delicious. You knew how amazing those emotions felt.
That’s why it hurt. Because you wanted that.
You wanted to feel safe and loved and appreciated like you once were. You wanted to go through sad days knowing that you’d have someone to fall back on and hold onto. Because you knew what that felt like. You wanted that.
That’s why it hurt. Because you knew you wouldn’t have that.
So, you spent nights awake, trying to remind yourself that it wasn’t worth it. Love just wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth your parent’s heartbroken faces when they found out you weren’t their real daughter. It wasn’t worth having to leave your childhood home behind to live on the streets. It wasn’t worth putting yourself out on the line just so you could have a family again.
None of it was worth it.
That’s what you spent all night telling yourself anyway.
But then you’d wake up the next morning wondering why you couldn’t have all that.
What had you done that was so wrong that you were robbed of the one thing you had wanted the most? You had loved and loved and loved until you hadn’t had any left for yourself. Why had no one returned any of it to you? Why couldn’t you have what everyone else took for granted?
You couldn’t find the answer. So, you continued to run from trying to find the answer, fearing that what lay at the end of the road wasn’t what you wanted to find out.
Maybe avoiding it wasn’t the best. Maybe forcing yourself to make tough decisions was what you had to do. Maybe admitting that you needed to leave everything, everything familiar and known, behind was just too much for you to take. Maybe taking that first step on your own, knowing that there would be absolutely no one to keep you company was just too scary.
So, you turned to Klarion with a plain face, not knowing whether your lips should be turned into a smirk of vengeance, or a scowl of fury, or a frown of despair. Although you knew one thing, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile.
“Let’s make them wish they were never born.”
“What have I done?”
How did everything go so wrong so fast?
You thought you were fine with it. You thought you were fine with the chaos and the destruction. You thought you were like them. You thought you could enjoy it. That’s why you cast the spell to initiate all of it.
You thought you were fine taking a step back and watching the world burn.
It was only then you realized that it wasn’t just the world you were destroying. It was millions of innocent children who had parents who loved them. It was millions of mothers and fathers who had a safe little home with their babies. It was millions of young and old couples who held each other in the dark of night and made promises. It was millions of people who knew their journey wasn’t at its end.
You couldn’t stand back and watch them burn.
That’s what made you different from the others. You had a strong moral compass but you also believed in what you knew was right. You weren’t like Batman or Superman who saved the world because you knew wanted people to be safe and happy. You wanted to save the world because you wanted to be safe and happy.
Maybe it was selfish but it didn’t matter.
You couldn’t be responsible for hurting so many people. Something in your heart screamed at you to leave, run away and never show your face to anyone ever again because you made a bad decision.
But you knew if you wanted to make this right, you would have to face the consequences of your actions and admit what you did was something you shouldn’t have.
It was in a middle of the chaos you made that decision. With a woman screaming in the background, you screwed in your eyes shut and cast a spell to take you away. You heard the wind whip and the lights shift before growing brighter but you still didn’t open your eyes.
What were you to expect when you did? Did you even go to the right place? After everything, could you really back pedal and save everything?
You didn’t know. But you knew it was worth trying.
Your eyes fluttered open hearing your name called out. Through all the anxiety and guilt you couldn’t determine who was the one who said it but it didn’t matter. When your eyes opened you were faced with your old team with concern on their faces rather than the disdain you had been expecting and you felt the first emotion you had felt in a while. Relief.
“I don’t know what to do,” You whimpered out, feeling your throat close and tears bite, “Please help me.”
A sob bubbled out of your throat before your legs trembled and sent you tumbling to the floor.
Just like last time, you were caught before you could hit the ground, holding onto Wally and crying into his shoulder as you gripped his arms tightly. They shared a look over your head and you wondered whether the telepathic link was still up.
Wally gently brushed a lock of hair behind your ear when you finally stilled. Your cheeks were still wet and your throat was dry but in the warmth of Kaldur’s arms you were slowly comforted until you stopped crying.
You blinked up at them and they offered you small smiles when they noticed the innocence in your eyes. Your eyes still sparkled like a child on Christmas day when you looked at all of them.
“We’re sorry, (Y/N).” M’Gann said with a soft voice, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. The others nodded but you didn’t respond, only staring at them apprehensively, even though you were cuddling into Kaldur’s chest.
“We’re sorry for everything.”
“Please help me.”
You weren’t ready to accept their apology yet, not while there was the guilt of your chaos hanging over your head.
“What can we do?”
Your heart soared, warm sweet syrup filling it as a relieved smile spread on your face seeing their resolve. They really were going to help you. In the back of your head, you chastised yourself for still letting yourself getting deliriously happy every time they did so much as look at you fondly but you couldn’t help yourself.
You couldn’t stop yourself from getting joy from every little thing.
Maybe it was a sign of desperation, maybe a sign of vulnerability. Even then, you couldn’t brush off the feeling that maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it was a good thing that your heart was sustained by so little, that you didn’t take advantage of things. Maybe it was a good thing that you loved so easily.
And it was.
It was the best, purest and most valuable thing that anyone had ever seen in you. But the rest of the world wasn’t the same. It was filled to the brim with selfish and distant people. With people who would accept all your love, without ever giving any in return. It was cold and cruel and used people that had a bleeding heart until they were bleeding out on the floor, crying.
The world didn’t deserve your love.
Even then, you decided to take one last chance and put your trust in someone again. Of course, it wouldn’t be your last. You would continue to trust and expect the same in return and sometimes you would be disappointed.
But sometimes you would find yourself with a team of people who would go to the end of the world for you.
So, you didn’t ignore their efforts and tell yourself that you didn’t want or need their love or that you were better off alone. Instead, you returned their smiles and worked hard alongside them.
Maybe it was a mistake that you loved so much.
Or maybe it wasn’t.
It had taken hours to find something that might be able to counter the spell you cast, but with all of you working together you were able to find something after rifling through thousands of books and old manuscripts.
You were all slouched over different screens and books, painstakingly trying to go through them as carefully and quickly as you could. Even with Wally it seemed endless. There were multiple translators that were being used to decipher them and you were going through every elder magic book you could find.
Just when you were about to give up, a sound was heard from the doorway.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” You looked up to see Zatanna, in her hand a scroll with runes scribbled on them. You froze in your place, hearing her last spell echo in your head and the scars littered on your back burned hotly.
The team froze, eyes shifting between the two of you.
The feeling of numbness came back. You didn’t know how to react. So, you simply cast a spell to levitate what was in her grasp to you and read through it. It was a spell of redirection of energy belonging to a high class. Which meant that it could redirect your spell to act on the caster.
Your heart sunk when you realized what that meant.
You looked back up at Zatanna with an unreadable expression. She was stoic but somehow still looked vulnerable. You wondered if she had another spell hidden in her room that had a better outcome than this and was simply trying to get rid of you once again.
But when you looked deeper in her eyes, you saw it. The guilt, the regret, the same emotions that you hid from the Light when you started all of this.
You both were so similar, both girls who lost their parents and the life as they knew it changed overnight. Even down to your last day, you both were still the same.
Looking into her scared, lonely eyes, all you could see was yourself.
You wanted to hate her. She was the reason this was all happening in the first place. But you just couldn’t. You couldn’t look into her eyes and hate what you saw because in many ways, Zatanna was more pathetic than yourself.
You knew you shouldn’t run from your feelings; you knew that you would have to face them eventually. But staring at the scroll in your hand, you hardened your heart and concealed the emotions hidden in your eyes.
You wouldn’t have to worry about it once this was all over anyway.
So, you took a deep breath and stood up, nodding at the sorceress that was still standing at the doorway, “This is it, thanks.”
This was it. You were walking to your death and no one had any idea.
Your heart was heavy and your feet felt nailed to the floor. There were so many things you’d never have the chance to do. Never again would you see your parents. You wondered what their reaction would be if they were ever to receive the news. You wished they would be upset but it felt sick to wish unhappiness on them.
You’d never get to sleep in and watch the warm sunlight flit through the spaces in your curtains, lighting up the room with the dawn of a new day. You’d never get to huddle beneath a blanket while it storms outside, trying to fight shivers. You’d never get to feel the breeze or the sea again.
You wouldn’t get to have one last dinner with everyone you cared about, laughing about things you wouldn’t remember the next morning. You wouldn’t fall in love with someone special and have the life you always wanted.
As your last moments neared, you realized just how much you regreted in your life. Just how much you wanted but never had to courage to go after. You sighed, remembering missed opportunities and wondering what would’ve come from it had you gone after them.
But now you’d never know.
And it terrified you.
To leave everything behind and never get to accomplish anything scared you. You didn’t want to die.
Even then, you swallowed down the tears and reminded yourself that it wouldn’t last long.
You took a deep breath before putting yourself in a trance. The others watched in awe as you began to radiate heat, eyes glowing behind closed lids as your hair began to float. Words they couldn’t understand began spilling from your lips and your feet left the ground as it began to shake.
They could only watch as runes marked themselves into your skin, glowing so bright that even when they closed their eyes, they could see its outline.
Then you opened your eyes, a powerful wave rippling through you and then out. They felt it. It was warm and reassuring but also empty and cold. It sent a chill down their spines, knocking them back a few feet as you took another breath and they felt the ripple once again. Only this time, it was pulling inwards.
Along with the ripple came energy. Energy they felt phase through them before gathering in front of you like a shining sun that was so bright, they had to shield their eyes.
You hesitated, lifting a hand up to reach for it before looking at your team one last time, a sad smile growing on your cheeks.
“Don’t blame yourselves for too long, okay?” You called out and immediately you saw various emotions flash across their faces.
“(Y/N), what do you mean by that?” Artemis asked cautiously but you couldn’t swallow back your tears to answer her. Instead, you sent her a pained smile but they saw the way your lips quivered.
“Don’t do it!” Robin shouted, sprinting towards you but was knocked back. There was no way he’d be able to reach you, not with the spell active.
You blinked, trying to get your vision to clear and tears began falling. The warp in front of you was powerful and you could feel your magic getting sucked from your body into it. So far, it was working, they could tell. The skies cleared lightly and the earth stopped shaking.
But it wasn’t enough yet. You knew if you had to undo it, you’d have to erase every last trace of your magic from your body. The line of blood benders would end with you, your culture and people would end here, with you.
This was it.
“I’m sorry guys. Goodbye.” You said and M’Gann began screaming, trying to reach you as the others tried to convince you not to do it. That they’d find some other way. That’d they’d fix this without you having to give up your life.
But it was already too late.
You reached up, this time with a stronger resolved and inched closer until your fingers reached the warmth of the warp and you felt cold, the magic seeping out of you. You could feel your life leaving your body, your head tipping back slightly when you got weak.
Just when your resistance was going to disappear you felt a hand grasp yours and your eyes snapped open to see Zatanna beside you, holding your hand tightly.
She intertwined your fingers and you gasped softly seeing her start to cry.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), for everything.”
Maybe it was because you were going to die, but you couldn’t help but smile at her, “I forgive you.”
But you meant it.
It was time to sever all the strings tying you back to this earth. You closed your eyes once the light got too blinding, relying on the warmth from Zatanna’s hand to keep you constant. Your magic was disappearing, ripping itself from your soul until there was nothing left but a ghost and with your last wisp of magic, you made one last wish.
‘A clean slate. A fresh beginning.’ You wished into the scorching heat just as it pulled you in.
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