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bumblebeesfromvenus · 9 months ago
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Oh nothing, just noble!reader killing her asshole husband to be with knight!Jason and he's a lil fucked up so he goes absolutely feral over it and wife's her up immediately, earning praise from all other nobels and royalty because he got the poor widow out of her lonely misery.
That's all <3
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vicariousandvain · 1 month ago
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❝ embers! ❞ — part. i
synopsis: In which princess!reader slowly becomes encompassed with knight!jason grace
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a/n: hello this is unedited and my first ever fanfic so please be forgiving and lmk if u want more !!
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Cold air seared her lungs as she ran, the forest blurring in streaks of grey and green. She was fleeing— not from danger, but from everything she’d ever known, the idea of escape felt exhilarating, until she tripped over a stray branch.
Crashing into the cold, rough dirt, all the air in her lungs was pushed out of her. The sound of ripping fabric jolted her off her back, with wide eyes, Y/N sighed exasperatingly before dusting dirt and debris off her gown. 
Muttering to herself while checking for any cuts or scrapes, Y/N let out a groan before starting a trek back to the castle. She had grown fond of the idea of leaving her place in the kingdom, even going as far as simulating the experience for herself by running through the woods. A self-imposed fantasy of rebellion was the most excitement she’d ever get, seeing as her father rarely let her leave the castle. A princess had no business gallivanting in town, especially not among peasants. Or so he claimed.
As she advanced closer to the town, the stares of passersby began to become increasingly harder to ignore. Diving in between the busy buildings, Y/N wove her way throughout the jostling village and onto the path that led to the castle. Upon reaching the premises, she snuck into a window that led to the servants kitchen with practiced ease. 
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Bewildered, Lilith’s knife paused mid-chop as she scolded Y/N before laughing. Y/N leaned against the wall as she hummed, an amused glimmer shone in her eyes before responding. “Don’t pretend you know not of my whereabouts” she chimed with a smirk. Y/N had a bad habit of waltzing into the servants quarters to talk to her handmaiden, Lilith. Something that she had been yelled at for many a time by her father.
Lilith gave a sideways glance at the state of Y/N’s gown, deciding not to question. Rolling up her sleeves before sinking a handful of carrots into a basin, Lilith looked up at Y/N “Before I forget, the king requested your presence today in the throne room. Something about courtship?” Lilith said her last sentence a couple octaves too high, teasing Y/N. Thumping her forehead against the wall a couple times, Y/N sighed, “I’d rather have my head on a spike before discussing future prospects with my father.”
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Tip-toeing past the throne room, Y/N ran a finger along the castle walls, trying to reach the safe haven of her bedroom before running into her father. “...Your Grace, I bring word from the Northern Front, Lord Fenric’s forces have broken through the pass.” Y/N’s finger halted to a stop, she slowly crept back towards the throne room, holding her breath as she listened to the deep, unfamiliar voice.
Lord Fenric? Broken through the pass? Y/N had heard that name before in several hushed, tense conversations between her father and his commanders in battle. She could hear the disgruntled voice of the king as he thrust random objects across the table. “Send men along the border to stand guard.” the king exhaled as he pinched his nose bridge, trying to steady his thoughts.
 Quivering outside the room, Y/N started to pace back and forth, attempting to make sense of what she’d just heard. Her father was not the type to sound so nervous, he was a big, fervid man who never showed worry.
Wrapped up in her thoughts and unable to hear the slight groan of the door as it swung outward, Y/N was met with a fairly warm, hard surface straight to her forehead. Stumbling backward, she placed a hand on her face, rubbing the spot that made contact with what she assumed to be a wall. “Damn it,” she cursed under her breath before looking up. Y/N made eye contact with a man who had a rather horrified expression on his face. 
Y/N’s breath hitched as she assessed the man before her. He was tall, and had a muscular frame. His blond hair fell across his forehead, but every strand seemed uniform. As her eyes trailed down his face she noticed a small scar, barely 2 inches long on his top lip. In his hand he carried the helmet of a knight.
All in all he was handsome, Y/N began to feel a slight blush creep up the back of her neck. He kneeled and bowed his head before looking up at her, “Your Highness– forgive me, I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” He stumbled over his words and a similar blush rose from under his skin. 
“It’s alright, the fault was my own” she chuckled as she politely nodded her head, acknowledging his apology, “and please, call me Y/N.” She eyed him curiously as he got up from his stance and bowed his head once more, “Jason,” he replied. He gave her one last sheepish smile before walking past her and down the corridor.
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She had seen the knight before from within the windows of the castle; he was often stationed outside the gates or along the walls if not patrolling the grounds with other knights-men. She had never paid him much attention, but recently he seemed to be popping up more and more frequently.
Dodging her fathers questions about future alliances with far away princes, Y/N exited the room through a back door  and started to wander along the garden paths, her footsteps soft against the gravel. Her hands whispered over the dew-slick flowers before finding herself at the foot of the courtyard entrance.
Y/N could hear people talking rather loudly, almost howling from laughter from beyond the threshold of the garden. Curiosity threatening to overflow, Y/N began unlocking the gate, she pushed open the heavy, grass stained barrier and continued walking. 
“Hah! Can’t get me when your sword’s fallen, can you Frank?” Jason laughed triumphantly as his sparring partner lay on the pebbled floor in defeat. Reaching over for the hilt of his sword, Frank playfully glared at Jason, “Whatever…” Frank muttered, standing up and getting back into position. They continued to spar in the courtyard, wooden blades withering under the sun. 
Y/N watched from beyond the hedges as the two slashed and dodged each other's hits. Nearing the 3rd round that Frank has lost, leaving him in a particularly funny spot— he had somehow managed to get his sword stuck behind his gambeson— before she could stop herself, a laugh left her lips, grabbing the boys’ attention. Their heads whipped towards the hedge the laugh was coming from and Y/N quickly put a hand over her mouth, reddening by the second.
Coming out from behind the bushes, Y/N greeted the men, “Good morning, sorry to interrupt your match, it seems like you were just about to win.” she jested as she gestured to Frank with a smile. “Good morning, your highness,” both boys knelt down and bowed their heads before returning grins. 
Jason rose to his feet, brushing his hands along the seams of his gambeson. “Apologies, your grace, had I known you were watching I might have let Frank win a round.” He smirked as he made his way towards the princess, absentmindedly inhaling her jasmine scent.
Frank scoffed and shook his head slightly, deciding not to fall prey to his instigation. Y/N laughed, her eyes crinkling warmly at the corners. Jason felt the sound stick to him like honey clinging to his skin— sweet and impossible to ignore— He scolded himself silently, but couldn't stop the small quirk from tugging at his lips.
Turning back to her, he forced a casual tone. “I hope all is well with yourself and the king, no more running into any more clumsy knights I trust?” Jason teased, flustering both himself and Y/N with the sudden confidence. She gave him a small nod, her smile softening as she held his gaze a moment longer than expected.
Then, with a gentle sigh, she turned and began walking back toward the castle, her footsteps slow — as if reluctant to leave the warmth of the moment behind.
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Y/N sat at her harp, vacantly strumming her fingers along the various strings. She kept replaying the sequence of events from earlier that day. Smiling softly to herself, she continued to reminisce about the most enjoyable experience she’d had in quite some time.
Y/N didn’t have a lot of company in and around the castle, her father was determined to make sure she was well versed in things like foreign language, embroidery, and of course, the harp and pianoforte.
 However, her heart quickened as she thought back to Jason in his sparring uniform. The interaction was hardly flirtatious; if anything, she was just happy to finally have someone who may talk to her every once in a while.
Upon this realization Y/N clasped her face into her hands, “How pathetic to be so affected by a mere smirk…” she muttered, a hint of self-mockery in her voice. With a sigh she extinguished the oil lamp atop her desk and slipped beneath the covers. Determined  to rid her mind of a certain blonde haired knight, Y/N drifted to sleep.
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a/n: ty @stellashine for giving me this idea i hope ur satisfied 💞
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chredded-cheese · 1 year ago
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Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot
Hi! Anon requested a Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot so here you go :3 Prince!Nico + Knight!Jason
this was made with the help of @multifandom-asexual who came up with Jason's dialogue and like half the plot
Word Count: 1430
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Nico Di Angelo/Jason Grace
Pov: Nico, 3rd person
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He’s walking through the castle halls, late at night, unable to sleep. He hears footsteps down the hall and Sir Grace appears around the corner. 
“Oh, uhm, hey Nico!” he says with an awkward wave. 
“Hi Jason,” he replies.
“So, why are you not in bed, mister? A prince like you needs his beauty sleep,” Jason scolds.
He shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to sleep if you’re with me though. Preferably with cuddles…” 
Jason blushes, and Nico grins. “H-heh?! Oh, um, sure!” Jason chuckles awkwardly. 
“Alright,” he says. “Come with me.”
“Lead the way, my prince,” Jason says with a bow. 
“No need for formalities, Jason. Follow me.”
“Yes sir,” Jason grins. Nico rolls his eyes but as he turns down the corridor he grins lightly. When he stops at the door to his room, Jason opens it for him. 
“Thank you, my knight,” he says with a smile. Jason nods and smiles back. Nico loves his smile. He flops down on his bed, Jason still standing awkwardly by the door. “Are you gonna join me or what? I was promised cuddles,” he says with a flirtatious grin. 
Jason blushes. “Are you sure that’s okay?” he says anxiously. 
“Yes,” Nico grins. 
“I- uh- okay,” Jason says and sits gently on the edge of his bed.
“This is not cuddling. C’mere!” he says and pulls Jason to him.
“Neeks-”
“Mhm! Cuddles…” he sighs as he snuggles into Jason's chest. Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair, and he can feel that he’s still tense. “You don’t seem very relaxed,” he says and looks up at Jason.
“Well, uh, what if we get caught?” 
Nico laughs. “I’m the prince, Jason. Nobody can do anything to me, and I will always make sure that nothing happens to you.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Jason smiles. Nico feels himself getting tired as he snuggles deeper into Jason’s embrace. 
“Nico? Sir?” 
“Yes?” 
Jason leans closer to him, then suddenly their lips meet in a gentle kiss. Jason breaks quickly, bringing his hand to his lips.
“Shoot. I am so sorry- I don’t know why I did that-” Jason sits up, causing Nico to fall out of his arms.
“Oh! Uhmm,” he sputters and turns away, laying on his back. “Uh, I think that was okay, actually…” 
“C-can I do it again?” Jason stutters as he pulls Nico back to him.
“Y-yeah,” he turns his head to look up at Jason, and their lips meet again.
“Was that okay? I mean, I can leave if you want-” Jason says hurriedly and starts to get up. 
“No! Please don’t leave,” he says and grabs Jason’s wrist. Jason stops and looks back at Nico, anxiety painted across his face. “It’s okay.” 
Jason’s face softens and he lets himself be pulled back into bed. He snuggles back into Jason’s chest and falls asleep sooner than he ever has. 
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Jason’s already awake when Nico wakes up and yawns sleepily. It’s still dark outside his window. 
“Woah,” Jason says.
“What?” Nico asks, still half asleep.
“You’re really really cute.”
Nico can feel himself blush, but can’t resist saying the same. “You’re really really pretty.” 
“No you, my moonlight.”
“No you, my star shine.” 
Jason blushes and hides his face in the pillow. Nico smiles lovingly at him, and Jason peeks from his pillow-submerged fate. Nico grins and cuddles up to Jason again, falling back into slumber. 
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When he wakes up again, Jason is gone. Nico gets worried and decides to roam the halls and find him. 
He exits his room slowly, just to find Jason coming around the corner. 
“My prince, you’re not supposed to be up this late,” Jason scolds. 
“I came to find you, my knight. I got worried when I woke up without you by my side,” Nico says playfully. 
Jason blushes. “O-oh. Uhm. I had to patrol the halls, I do this every night.” 
“Well, as long as you’re keeping me safe, my knight,” he says and with a surge of confidence, gives Jason a kiss before dashing into his room. He locks the door behind him and leans against it, blushing. 
“Nico?” Jason’s muffled voice comes through the door.
“I-um thought you were supposed to be patrolling the halls,” he stutters. 
“Well now I want more kisses, my prince,” Jason teases. 
“You should get back to work Sir Grace. Keeping the castle safe and all.”
“The castle can wait, little prince.”
Nico sighs and unlocks his door. 
“Hi Nico,” Jason says and grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hall. “Jason! Where are we going?!” 
“My room. My bed’s comfier.”
“Jason, I’m the prince. My bed is one of the finest in the castle.” 
“Yeah, yeah. Come on.”
Nico gets dragged along begrudgingly, then notices they’re not going to Jason’s room. 
“Jason, this is not the way to your room. Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see, my moonlight.” 
Nico blushes, flustered. “Okay.” Jason pulls him into a kiss then continues dragging Nico along. He blushes more, then realizes where they’re going. “The roof! I love the roof!” He says, a smile blooming on his face. 
“I knew you’d like it, my moonlight,” Jason croons and brings them to the room. 
“The stars are my favorite,” Nico sighs “they remind me of you, my star shine.”
Jason blushes. “I like the moon…”
Nico gazes at him lovingly, then pulls him into a firm kiss. He whispers very quietly, knowing Jason won’t hear. “I love you…”
“Hmm?”
“Oh, uhm, nothing.”
Jason grins. “Your lips are really soft.”
Nico blushes. “Shut up. Do you wanna dance?”
“Ah. Well, uh- I… don’t really know how to dance?” 
“Then this is the perfect time to learn darling.” 
“Y-yes sir.”
Nico smiles widely, gazing at Jason. “Ok, so uhm, you’ll put your hands here…” he instructs, placing Jason’s hands around his waist “and I’ll put mine around your neck, okay?”
Jason blushes, but nods. “Uh-huh…”
Slowly, Jason seems to get the hang of it as they spin around the roof. Nico starts to hum a tune as they sway together under the moonlight. 
“You’re so handsome, my knight. My star shine.” Nico says lovingly. 
“You, my prince. Not me.”
“Don’t ruin the moment, darling. You’re very pretty… now let's just dance, okay?”
“I actually meant for us to stargaze…” Jason trails off, looking at the sky. 
“That’s probably a better idea. You’ve stepped on my feet at least twelve times,” Nico teases. 
“My bad-”
“It’s alright darling,” Nico says and lays down at the roof, admiring the clear night sky. Jason lays down next to him, pulling him closer to his chest. “Can I tell you something?” Nico asks tentatively.
“Go ahead.” 
“I think, I uhm, love you…” he says, his face blotchy with blush. 
“Oh!” Jason says, his face starting to match Nico’s.
Nico starts to overthink, thoughts racing. “Sorry, uhm was that too much too soon? I can just go…” he says and starts to get up. Before he can leave, however, Jason pulls him back down. 
“Would this ease your worries, pretty boy?” Jason says, kissing him. Nico kisses him back gently, still hesitant. 
“Kinda.”
Jason frowns and kisses him again with more force and confidence. Nico kisses back with a bit more confidence, but still light. Jason smiles into the kiss, and Nico breaks away, gazing at Jason.
“Hi pretty boy,” Jason flirts. 
“Hi my star shine,” he replies. “Do you see any constellations, my love?” 
“No, but I see you. My moon.” 
Nico grins. 
“Nico?” Jason asks.
“Yes, Jason?”
“Follow me, my pretty boy,” Jason says and takes Nico’s hand, leading him back into the castle.
“Where are you taking me now, my knight?”
“My room. I’m sleepy. Want cuddles.” 
Nico smiles lovingly, squeezing Jason’s hand gently.  “Okay my love. Of course we can cuddle.” Jason smiles back. They arrive at Jason’s room, and Nico is eager. “It’s cuddle time Sir Grace!”
“Yes Sir,” Jason says with a bow. Nico grins. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling me off for being formal.”
“Hmm. Fair enough. Just tired I guess.”
Jason climbs into his twin-sized bed, making a grabby motion. “C’mere.” 
Nico squeezes in next to him and snuggles into his arms. 
“My pretty prince,” Jason says, kissing the top of Nico’s head. “Goodnight my moonlight.”
“Goodnight, star shine.”
Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair as he holds him. He gives Jason a quick kiss before snuggling back into him and drifting to sleep. 
“How are you so cute?” Jason whispers and holds Nico’s face in his hands.
“Jason, I am trying to sleep. Goodnight. Love you.”
“Love you too.” 
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asinglebluefeline · 9 days ago
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You know those photos of little birds sleeping together on a branch, all cuddled up in a line? This, but its the Order of the Robins from Dark Knights of Steel, high up on some precarious ledge:
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(The photos in question:)
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lambsouvlaki · 1 year ago
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Street urchin Jason tries to pick pocket the roaming Dark Knight who never takes his helm off (and definitely isn't wealthy but powerless local figurehead Bruce Wayne taking on the kingdom's corruption problem himself). Bruce takes him in and makes him his squire, promising to make him into a knight himself one day. Until a terrible accident cuts it all short.
Time moves on, the Dark knight gets a new squire but the war he's waging never really progresses. And then a helmeted knight in crimson appears, demanding justice not from the kingdom but from the Dark knight himself.
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Casually mentioned Knight!Jason and couldn’t stop thinking about him since then lol
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singswan-springswan · 9 months ago
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In a happy world where Jason is legally resurrected and gets to go to college like he's always dreamed of
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ciricearts · 3 months ago
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practice with some ak genesis panels<33
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aeturnum-mendacacium · 9 months ago
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As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD
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vinamari · 11 months ago
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How it feels going to bed after reading some words
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It was angst
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frownyalfred · 2 months ago
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I needed this gif to be on here because it’s SO funny you have no idea how much this silent communication means to me. The fact that Jason shushed his own brother. The fact that Dick LISTENED.
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zhelin-thames · 5 months ago
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Tiny baby ghost
idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter
part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost
The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.
When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”
The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.
“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.
“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”
“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”
“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”
“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”
Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”
Robin scowled. “You would.”
Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”
“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.
Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”
Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”
Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”
“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”
“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”
“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”
“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.
“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.
Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.
The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.
“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.
“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”
“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.
“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”
Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”
“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”
“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”
“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.
Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.
“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.
“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”
Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”
“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”
“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”
Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”
“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”
Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”
Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King��s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”
“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”
“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.
Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”
Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”
Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.
Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.
Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”
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spocks-husband · 5 months ago
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If you ask Bruce why his training routine is so regimented and heavy he'll tell you that it's because he needs to make sure his body is in peak condition to battle for justice or whatever the fuck-- and that was true when he was like. 19. But now? Yeah, no.
You wanna know the real reason he works out so much?
It's because he can't stand the idea of not being able to pick up any of his kids.
And Jason is getting REALLY heavy.
(side note, all the Batkids and occasionally BatSpouses [I'll be nice and keep this ship neutral lol] get a random text confirming how much they weigh at any given time and they're all totally used to it because that just means he's about to start working out and he needs to check to make sure everything is accurate.)
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vicariousandvain · 11 days ago
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❝ embers! ❞ — part. iii
synopsis: In which princess!reader slowly becomes encompassed with knight!jason grace
wordcount : 3.1k
read part 1 here
a/n: this ones for u girl @somewhereincairparavel ur so sweet and i hope u like it !!
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Y/N had gradually come to recognize just how often she chose to spend her time apart from others. She found solace in long, meandering walks through the forest’s tranquil embrace, where the rustling leaves and whispering winds offered a quiet companionship.
Many idle hours were spent away within the castle’s grand library, surrounded by ancient tomes and forgotten lore, her fingers tracing the faded pages as her mind wandered. Between these moments of solitude, she often retreated into the delicate world of her own making—penning whimsical, frivolous stories that danced between reality and fantasy, filling the quiet spaces of her days with imagined adventures and secret dreams.
She was often alone, but not lonely. Y/N was content with such a quiet, candid life for a very long time, but lately she began to wonder—what good is lucid living, if it led nowhere at all? Her father had no other children; she would become the heir, no doubt. She supposed things would grow more interesting once her father was fed up with her pleas for a “normal” life. He most likely had suitors lined up for her right now, waiting to let them ravage for her attention. 
But then again, how normal could you be when you’re the sole successor to the throne?
She hated thinking about it. Hated thinking about the man she’d never learn to love, whoever he was, whoever he would become, y/n already knew he was nothing worth wasting time on. Of course, thoughts like these invaded her mind anyway, no matter how much she swore she’d never dedicate any time thinking about them. 
y/n rarely had bouts of rage like her father did, but sometimes he would drive her almost to insanity with his absurd propositions. She recalled a particularly spirited argument with her father, she had thrown her goblet of juice at his face and had said some choice words that earned her an indefinite confinement in her bedroom—but when was she ever not sequestered up there?
It was moments like those where the distinct lines that defined y/n and her father began to converge. As much as she hated it, hated him, there was no denying that she was her fathers daughter. 
Walking over to her balcony, narrowingly missing clothes and books that littered the floor, y/n opened the doors with a slight push. The cold immediately infiltrated her lungs, filling with sharp, clear air. She let the breeze envelope her body, watching as it swept stray pieces of poplar seeds through its current. 
In the distance, y/n could hear the muffled sound of chatter from beyond the castle grounds—knights making their rounds, she assumed.
She thought of Jason, wondering if he was among the silhouettes just beyond the path that led to her balcony.
It had been well over a week since the ride on horseback, and there had been no other run-ins with the knight. This absence should have brought clarity to y/n, but she couldn't help the small, though persistent feeling of disappointment lodged quietly at the back of her mind. 
Despite not seeing him face to face, she was still able to observe him from afar, veiled by the stones and shadows of the castle. She happened to find herself wandering along the gallery that overlooked the great hall—and where Jason conveniently happened to be stationed the most often.
Concealed behind the carved balustrade, y/n gazed below at the knight in shining armour.
y/n didn’t quite know what to make of him, he was nice, chivalrous—as a knight should be—but there was something about him she couldn't figure out. He was conscientious, disciplined, and there was an almost stoic aura that he seemed to carry around him, acting as a forcefield. He certainly didn't seem the type to break rules.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, which was another thing that confounded her. Jason seemed to be perfectly adequate, and yet, something about him stirred an inexplicable sense of disdain from within her. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was that seemed to elicit such a reaction, but she had deemed him worthy of it nonetheless. 
y/n leaned over the railing now, hand resting against her face, her meaningless tangent continued on in her head, ceasing for nothing but perhaps the most embarrassing moment of her life yet. 
She was inspecting the back of Jason's head, deciding that his golden mop of hair was far too shiny for anyone’s good. Before she could look away, Jason turned—and his gaze landed directly on her before casually shifting to speak with another knight.
Much to y/n’s dismay, his brain was clearly working today. His eyes snapped back to the balcony, and this time, he seemed to realize exactly who had been staring. One brow arched, his mouth pulled into a devilish smile, which only seemed to grow larger at the sight of her eyes widening.
y/n immediately withdrew from the banister, pressing herself flat against the cold stone wall. Heat rushed to her cheeks. Mortified, she began pacing the corridor, internally spiraling after being caught.
She couldn’t stop replaying the look on his face—that cocky, insufferable smile—her skin flushed an even deeper red.
Smug bastard, she thought.
y/n had to stop herself from running to her father and begging him to behead her on the spot. No, she thought, she couldn't let Jason have the pleasure of catching her in such a humiliating state, and then the satisfaction of witnessing her death. He’d have to be executed first. Yes, this suited her needs much better.
Still pacing up and down the hall, y/n decided the best and most realistic course of action was to throw herself off her bedroom balcony, succumb to her injuries and end her bloodline. 
She was never one for theatrics, but this undeniably left her with no other choice. Whatever, she thought, it’s not like she’d come across him anytime soon. 
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y/n found herself leaning against the railing of her balcony. Recently, she seemed to frequent this spot late at night. Her mind seemed to unravel all at once, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time, it calmed her, she supposed. 
“I’m off to my room, your highness, Good night!” Lilith, y/n’s handmaiden, was preparing her bed for the night. She closed the curtains of the bed before lighting a small oil lamp on the desk, Lilith waved y/n goodnight with an extra flourish of the hand before closing the door. 
She was meant to go to bed much earlier, it must have been close to midnight now, but y/n seemed to be anything but sleepy these days. 
The warm breeze brushed softly against her skin, it was a beautiful night, not a single cloud in the sky could plague the show of the stars. Y/N exhaled slowly, arms resting against the balcony railing. The quiet was pleasant, but it did little to settle the buzz of restlessness under her skin.
She wasn’t tired, nor particularly content. Maybe a walk would help.
Her gaze drifted to the tree just beyond the edge of the balcony, she looked downwards, sizing up the distance between herself and the ground, it was a rather large drop—but manageable.
She contemplated whether or not to actually go through with the plan formulating in her head before shrugging on a light cloak. Y/N hoisted herself over the railing, praying she wouldn't fall to her death, shimmying over as close as she could to the tree, and let out a hand to secure herself on the biggest branch. 
Scaling the tree, her nightgown snagged on a stray twig every now and then, and she mentally scolded herself for not choosing better footwear. Her soft, pink slippers didn’t offer much cushion as she navigated the gnarled, tough bark. Nevertheless, she eventually made it to the branch nearest to the ground, whispered a prayer, and jumped. 
Letting out a small yelp as she made contact with the ground, she gingerly looked around and brushed herself off before setting off on a steady trek. Not quite sure where to go, she decided to just walk and see where her feet would take her.
As she drifted along the castle grounds, aimlessly kicking stray rocks that appeared in her path, y/n began to wonder about herself and her character. Those pesky thoughts of the future seemed to invade her mind, would she ever be fit to rule? The very idea of it unsettled her. Her heartbeat quickened, each beat ushering in a fresh wave of uncertainty and self-reproach.
No. This walk was meant to keep her mind off such things. y/n rolled her shoulders and released a shaky breath before marching forward. She soon found herself in a more secluded part of the garden, surrounded by mature trees and arched, flower-filled trellises, everything around her seemed to be cloaked in a rich green. After spending an absurd amount of time trying to coax the nymphs to come out—gods, how lonely was she?—she settled on quietly venturing further.
 As she wandered deeper into the garden, y/n stumbled upon a small stone bridge arched gracefully over a shallow stream. Ivy twisted up its sides, and moonlight shimmered faintly across its damp stones.
She stepped closer, but halted the second she spotted a figure perched casually atop the bridge’s edge. She took a cautious step backward, hoping to melt into the shadows before they noticed. Her heel met a dry twig. Snap.
The figure’s head jerked up.
“Who's there?” His voice was sharp, alert—far from welcoming, but something about the deep baritone was familiar, almost as if she’d heard it before. Y/N sucked in a breath, flattening herself behind the nearest tree. Maybe if she stayed perfectly still—
“Show yourself,” the voice warned again, footsteps starting toward her. 
She cringed. So much for a quiet walk. Turning before he could come any closer, y/n revealed herself to the mysterious voice. The figure stilled, confusion flickering across his features as electric blue eyes met hers and recognition slowly dawned. 
“Your highness, you really shouldn't be here at this time of night.” Jason bowed and let out a sigh, still perplexed, but relieved it was just her. She tugged her cloak around herself protectively before sneering at him, “I’m free to go wherever I please,” she snapped, her tone sharper than intended and he quirked a brow in response, taken aback by the sudden bite in her voice.
She wasn’t sure where this derision was coming from, she was generally a very pleasant person to be around, but something about Jason seemed to reconfigure her entirely. He raised both his hands in defense, “I didn’t mean anything by it, my mistake.” He gave her a roguish smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She suddenly had the urge to smack him. 
He was acting sort of different—to be fair, she didn't have much to base it off—but he was definitely more relaxed in that moment. When she happened to coincidentally notice him in the castle, he was much more phlegmatic and serious. But something in his demeanor changed, y/n already knew what it was, she was honestly dreading seeing him again after that little incident in the great hall. It had taken a severe hit to her ego, but had clearly done wonders to Jason’s.
Jason was pushing his luck today, he either didn’t notice the daggers she was shooting him or just chose to ignore them altogether. “Well, since you’re so determined to stay,” He took a step forward and offered his arm to her, prompting her to take hold of him. “why don’t we walk?" Irritation flared up from under her skin as she gave him a slow once-over; his eyebrow still raised, waiting for her to make a move. 
She scoffed, and promptly swept past him. 
Jason watched as she disappeared further into the dense forest, he was momentarily caught off guard by her steady pace. He fell into step behind her, quickly matching her stride.
Y/N slightly turned her head towards him, “What were you doing here anyway? Slacking off on rounds, I assume?” her voice was laced with taunt, but there were traces of genuine curiosity tucked between the words. Jason looked at her with furrowed brows, almost troubled by this notion. “I finished my patrols hours ago. I come here when I have free time to spare,” He replied, his tone clipped and dutiful, chin slightly tilted upward with reserved pride. Y/N had to bite her lip to restrain herself from laughing. 
“Gods, you’re like an automaton,” she said—partly because it was true, partly because she wanted to get a rise out of him. 
Jason didn’t respond. Instead, he came to an abrupt stop beside a patch of wildflowers, lowering his gaze as if suddenly fascinated by them. His shoulders stiffened just enough to betray him. He crouched down, reaching out toward a bloom, but didn’t touch it. For a moment, he just looked, saying nothing. 
He pondered over what y/n had said, he’d heard similar things from many people before, his friends, his sister, his mother probably would have shared the same sentiment if she bothered to stick around.
Jason’s mother rescinded her responsibility of him when he was barely 2 years old, leaving him at a noblewoman's house. No note. No explanation. Just a nameless person pressing a child into the arms of a confused servant before vanishing into the mist. The noblewoman took him in—whether out of pity, curiosity, or some unspoken debt, no one ever said.
He grew up among the stable hands and scullery boys, not quite servant, not quite family. At seven, he was forced to start training. He served as a page, fetching armor, memorizing the lay of the land, reciting the noble codes he could barely understand. 
He never knew a childhood beyond discipline, drills, and the chill bite of the wind during dawn marches. While others chose the path of knighthood, Jason was forged in it—raised by steel, trained by gritted commands and hard silences. By fourteen, he was a squire to one of the order’s most brutal commanders. And by the time he earned his knighthood, he'd already seen more blood than most men twice his age. 
(a/n: the following paragraph is an excerpt from BoO, I thought rick did a perfect job of describing why jason is the way he is)
Jason supposed that all of his “automaton” likeness came from hollow words left by his mother, all he had of her was small, fragmented remnants of memory. She assured him she would return, but he’d never wake to see her face again. His mothers unkept promise was at the core of who he was. He built his entire life around the irritation of her words, like the grain of sand at the center of a pearl. People lie. Promises are broken. That was why, as much as it chafed him, Jason followed rules. He kept his promises. He never wanted to abandon anyone the way he'd been abandoned and lied to. 
Y/N immediately took notice of the subtle change in his presence, he had a crease in between his brows and his gaze hadn’t faltered from the flowers. They stayed silent for almost an entire minute, the strained quiet was teetering on the edge of discomfort before he cleared his throat. 
“I guess.” Jason sighed before pointing to a clearing nestled between the heavy trees. “Shall we sit down for a bit?” He gestured for her to follow him into the thicket. 
Woah, okay—She didn’t mean for this to turn all solemn, y/n quickly glanced at him before looking away. Brushing off a few stray twigs from the space, Jason removed his cloak and laid it on the ground. He sank down onto it with a quiet exhale, leaning back as a despondent look settled in his eyes.
Y/N looked at him once more, watching how the moonlight traced the lines of his figure. Then she sat beside him, careful to leave a respectable amount of space between them.
She wasn't quite sure why she was entertaining this, if it were any other knight y/n was certain she’d walk herself all the way back to the castle and give in to her exhaustion. Yet, there was a particular presence about Jason that intrigued her, drawing her closer despite her apparent reluctance.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I didn’t mean to insinuate you were apathetic or anything—I was just teasing a little.” She babbled on for a moment, but then he paused, tilting his head as he looked at her, a flicker of bemusement in his eyes. After a brief silence, he threw his head back and howled with laughter.
 She stared at him in disbelief, debating whether to fire off a quick retort or take back her apology, but her breath hitched as she noticed the muscles in his neck tense with each laugh. His adam’s apple bobbed with every breath and she could surely trace the veins with her finger if she just reached out and—
Y/N snapped back to reality as Jason forced himself to calm down, his shoulders still slightly convulsing “Forgive me, your grace.” He struggled to speak through a smile as he wiped the corners of his eyes. Really? There was no way anything she could have said was humorous enough to bring tears to his eyes. 
She glowered at him, arms crossed over her chest, expectantly waiting for an explanation for such an outburst in response to her humble apology. Jason looked above them, gazing at the way the canopy of the trees just barely met each other, leaving just enough space as not to disturb the crown of neighboring foliage. His eyes followed the channel-like spaces that allowed streams of moonlight to fall through. 
A mellow expression softened his face before ushering out something close to a whisper. “I haven't laughed like that in a while.” He gave her a small look of apology before smiling again. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so flustered, it just… caught me off guard, that’s all.” He gave a small shrug. She raised a brow in response, amusement tugging at her lips as a smile of her own crept in. He added with a grin, “You looked so serious—I couldn’t help it.” 
Y/N didn’t say anything—nor did Jason. The pair settled into a newfound, comfortable silence, contentedly reveling in each other’s presence. They let the quiet stretch between them and simply sat, listening to the forest breathe around them. 
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Later that night, nestled beneath her covers, Y/N exhaled quietly, her gaze fixed upon the ceiling as her thoughts meticulously replayed the events of the evening. Though Jason remained a source of irritation, an undeniable tranquility began to settle within her—a subtle acknowledgment that perhaps, beneath it all, he was not so disagreeable as she had believed.
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Proof of Existence
Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.
Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft
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You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.
Jason was late. Again.
You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.
You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.
A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.
You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”
Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.
“So you are real,” he muttered.
You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”
Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”
“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.
“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”
“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”
“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.
Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”
You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”
“Tt. I doubt it.”
Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.
“You’re not—”
Too late.
“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.
There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”
“She’s real.”
Silence.
Then—“No f**ing way.”*
You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.
A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.
“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”
“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.
Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”
Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”
You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”
Knock knock.
Oh, come on.
The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.
“Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”
“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.
“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.
“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”
Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.
“What the hell is going on?”
Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.
“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”
Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.”
“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.
Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”
You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”
Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”
“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.
Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.
“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”
“Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.
Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”
“Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.
“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.
Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”
Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”
“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”
Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”
Everyone groaned in unison.
“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”
“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.
And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.
Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”
You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”
Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”
“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.
Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”
You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”
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Jason with his All Blade tattoo's 😚
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