#lazarus!scarecrow

[batmanfruitloops]

If eddie is insulting then how is jon? Being biger and stronger

Y̶̨͎̤̼͍̻͒Ó̷͉̝͔̬͚̠͓͍̱͛̊̏͐͑̚U̴̧̡̲̻͖̒Ȑ̸͓̰̩̟̗ ̶̨̝̙̩̤̲̠̪̗̈̓̿́̾̒͛̈́̚͘ͅẀ̵̹̼͗̒̃̐̉͛̈́̽͜Ō̷̖̫̰̘̍̋͌̄R̵̹̙̖̦̀̍̑̌̿̏̂̚S̶̞̪̙̩̞̰͈̰͑̂́̈́T̷̜̜̔ ̴̦̗̀͊͐͋͋͆́̐̑N̶̝̣̘͖̣̊̐̽͂I̸̧̛̦̟̟͚͖̘̊͒͊̕̕Ģ̷̙͑̃̌̐̐͛H̴͎̲̘̩̝͖̏̋̈́̈́̀̃̌T̵̩̬̝͙̿͒̒͆M̴̧̡̖͈̥͕̱͖̄̈́̌̍̈̊A̸̧̺͔͚̮̭̜͗́̽R̷̨̊̍̇͌Ḛ̵͈̫̭͚̾̊͆͗

If you think he was scary before the Lazarus madness you definitely don't want to deal with him while he's under the madness. He has no remorse, no restraint. Nothing will stop him from causing mayhem and misery. The Lazarus pit has driven him to seek revenge on all who have wronged him. Starting with Batman, he can go on his reign of terror undisturbed with him out of the way.

He now wields a scythe, he feels no need to be stealthy to accomplish his goals. He no longer wears his mask, as it was broken during the events that caused his death, and because of the Lazarus madness, his fear toxin makes him feel a sort of euphoria. He is exhilarated by the feeling of fear. So he puts himself in worse situations than he did before his death. He believes his life has no value and only plans to stay alive long enough to complete his revenge and then return to death.

After Ed resurrected him, all his feelings of spite, hatred, and distrust returned 10 fold. He no longer trusts Ed and believes Ed has used him. So Jonathan pushes Ed away, telling him they are no longer friends, and attempts to crush Ed's spirit by using all his deepest insecurities and weaknesses against him. Though this hurts Ed deeply, he will never give up on Jonathan. Before Jonathan died, he told Ed he loved him and that he always would. He knows Jonathan, in his right mind, would never do these things. Ed was going to try his best to get Jonathan back and he won't give up even if it kills him. Ed won't be able to help Jonathan on his own, he could never stand toe to toe with him. There's only one other person who can, Batman. Ed started this mess and he's going to fix it

[limenverse]

Had a vision.

[occasionalsnippets]

OMG OMG BATMAN CROSSOVER!?

Is mc immune to the toxins?

Scarecrow's fear toxin still affects MC but to a lesser degree since MC's worst nightmare has already kind of happened? It isn't really anything MC hasn't already dealt with in reality.

[chiyana]

Having that DC Titan tv show effectively live-tweeted at me is genuinely ruining my life right now.

What the fuck is HAPPENING in this show???? Listening to it described sounds like it was written by someone who hates superhero comics and a lot of the DC characters in particular and it's like, THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY ARE WE HERE?? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS???

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 4

Part 3 | Masterpost

Damian and Specter

Many strange things have been happening lately. First, it was Todd suddenly becoming obsessed with a scholarship student of Gotham U. Damian had witnessed the disgusting display of infatuation from his elder brother whenever he stalked the young man. Something had happened and it surely involved the death of the joker.

Second, it was Richard who was utterly besotted with a mysterious meta that went by the name Wraith. They had found mentions of him, wherein some heroes commented on how he had helped them with issues that would have them contact the JLD.

Third was Cassandra who had been the one to meet the strange redheaded girl who shot the Scarecrow with an unknown weapon in the form of a gun. She was right to be wary but Cassandra, like their brothers, was actively seeking this girl out. (She was no longer in Gotham from what he understood.)

But nevermind that. For all he was an Al Ghul, he was still a Wayne. He was Damian Wayne at the moment, not Robin. So getting kidnapped was... Well, he cannot understand how Drake deals with this. He recalls the number of times Todd has had to save Drake from mediocre kidnappers who needed to be taught a lesson on how to kidnap people.

But his captors seemed to be slightly better than that of Drake's. He can hear his father telling him not to bite any of them. They were foolish oafs that pressed the barrel of a gun against the side of his head. Damian glared, snarling at the man who seemed startled that the youngest of the Wayne's could react in such a way.

Before he could inact his plan, Damian caught sight of the strangest thing. There was a hand passing through the wall, waving right at him. The hand pointed to the ceiling and Damian hesitated to look up. He stared, nothing happened, and then he saw it.

A girl passed through the ceilings, wispy white hair and Lazarus green eyes boring into his soal. She smiled, pressing a finger to her lips and all he can do is nod.

She floats down, lingering just behind his captors and moving left and right so she wouldn't be seen. A mischievous grin spread across her face before she disappeared and then reappeared in front of the men.

"B̶̢̯̮͙̳̫̯̜̠͎̟͔̱̺̦͎̓̃̑͑̄̐̈́͋̐̅̽̿́͋̆͗͊̾̐̊̂̋̑̎̈́̐̄̾̈̇̽̄̂̇͜͜͝͠͝͝͝Ơ̷̧̨̛̛̳͎̜̪͎͚͓̱̜͔͈̜͇̳̬̼̯̦̽͛̇̇̈́̀̄́̃̏͊̓̃̌̀̏͋̌́̂̕̚͠͠ͅͅͅO̵̡̜̖̭͕̟̞̼̐̎̐͛̍̊͛͂̊́̓̂͆̍̾͊̾̈̄̿͑̾̊̎́́̐̂̈̾̿̿̈́̉̇̈́̈̍̚͘̕̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠!"

The noise she made startled the man, making them drop theirs guns before she directed the most beautiful uppercut he has ever seen. Damian was in utter awe as she mocked his captors, flying around them and giggling as they were led in circles until they were tripping over their own feet.

"Woops. Kidnapping people is bad, y'know. Don't do it." She scolded, taking their guns and throwing it against the wall. "Skedaddle!"

The men—cowards—ran like hell and he was left with the girl. Damian froze when she turned towards him, before she's hurriedly untying him from the ropes and peering at him with a curious look.

"Hello there, I'm Specter." She introduced, offering her hand to him.

Damian accepted, feeling her cold skin through her gloves. "Damian Wayne. Thank you for saving me, Miss Specter." Even though he clearly didn't needed it.

The way she spoke and acted reminded her of Grayson—loosely.

"All in a day's work!" Specter huffed, looking utterly proud with herself before she's dragging Damian out the warehouse. "Okay, so. Since you're safe and all... I need a bit of help. See, I saved some kittens on the way here and I can't keep them since I ain't from Gotham. But since you're a Wayne and all, would you mind?"

She spoke fast, almost without breathing, before she's rushing away and bringing back a box of kittens. Three to be exact.

Damian stares, and stares, and then looks at Specter strangely.

"Please?" She pouted, pushing the box towards him. Damian's doesn't even hesitate to take it, sighing and shaking his head in exasperation.

"Thank you! Oh, I've already names them. This one is Johannes, this one is Galileo, and this one is Henrietta. Please take care of them. I have to go now!" Specter bid her farewell, petting the fussy kittens before she flashed Damian a toothy-fangy smile.

She vanished soon after, leaving him to contemplate it she was even real in the first place.

Elle had only wanted to visit her brother but when she saw a bunch of men dragging an unconscious boy into a warehouse, she just had to help. Jazz taught her better than to abandon people in need. She had to set down the box of kittens she had found in a corner close to the warehouse, before rings of light appeared over her body and everything became inverted.

The boy was familiar—maybe a celebrity since he was getting kidnapped. He'd have to search him up later.

It wasn't hard saving him, the kidnappers were easily spooked. When the men ran, she stuck her tongue out and blew raspberries at the cowards before turning to the boy. He had green eyes—natural ones unlike hers and Danny's that were only present in their ghost forme.

"Hello there, I'm Specter." The Hero name Jazz had helped her with rolled of her tongue so easily. It made her brighten up in seconds as she offered her hand to the boy.

"Damian Wayne."

Ah, so he was a Wayne! Danny mentioned them to her. Speaking of Danny, he really needed to check up on him.

She remembered the kittens pretty quickly, and since Damian was a Wayne, he'd have more space for them than Danny. So she grabbed the kittens, all named after scientists that were related to astronomy, and she entrusted the cute things to him.

Template: WHERE ARE YOU????

The superior copy: I just saved a Wayne

The superior copy: Do you know Damian Wayne??

Template: The youngest

The superior copy: I just gave the kittens I found!

The superior copy: On my way tho

She was going to miss Johaness, Galileo, and Henrietta, even if she only had them for a brief moment. Maybe she'll get to meet them again in the future.

(Later on, Damian lurks in the shadows, waiting for Dick to finally leave the batcomputer alone so he can stalkinvestigate his saviour.)

Part 5 | Masterpost

[a-cup-of-ghost-tea]

Quarter Ghost Bruce Wayne

So I see lots of Bruce as Danny's bio dad AUs, but what if we flip the script: Danny is Bruce's bio dad.

Danny is a scientist visiting Gotham to pitch some of his inventions meets a lovely couple at an event, they have a night together and then he moves on.

The Wayne's never thought to check Bruce's paternity because he looks just like Thomas. They did use protection, but it failed.

Bruce is relatively normal growing up. There's some small oddities about him -he has better than normal night vision, is very quiet walking, and heals quicker- but it's all still within normal human parameters.

Then his parents are shot.

Bruce becomes obsessed with bringing their killer to justice which overtime becomes an Obsession with Protecting Gotham.

His Obsession makes him more ghostlike and causes the latent ectoplasm from Danny to start forming a proper core. He was born with one, but it was only a grain (a proto-core), now it's growing and strengthening.

He begins developing powers, but it happens so slowly and they're subtle, so he doesn't realize it.

He fades into the shadows a little too well, he really shouldn't be able to sneak up on beings that can hear a pin drop a mile away the way he does, he gets up from injuries a too quickly, survives things he shouldn't, when criminals look at him they see something more than just a man in a bat suit...

Still no one realizes. Ghost cores don't show up on conventional medical equipment.

One day Bruce is meeting with an older inventor who has some promising new green energy innovations. He feels oddly... familiar, but Bruce can't pin down why.

Unfortunately their meeting is crashed by Scarecrow and Bruce gets fear gassed. It's a new strain and Bruce looses coherence quickly.

He's back in that alley but this time he's standing between his kids and Joe Chill. He's needs to protect them but he's only a child himself. He desperately calls for help. There's an odd feeling in his chest. -Something inside him reaching. It's answered.

He comes to held in a strangers arms. They're floating in the air. Scarecrow is trapped in ice in the corner of the room.

The man holding him is ethereal with white hair and Lazarus water green eyes. Normally he would be worried by this, but, as their eyes meet he can feel that this man would never hurt him. He feels protected and safe in a way that he hasn't felt since... since...

The man is staring at him in awe.

"I have a son," He whispers.

[castillon02]

A firm knock at the door. 

Tim, sitting on the carpet, waist-deep in print-outs from Black Mask’s latest debacle, looked at the door. Looked at the pile of invoices, photos, blackmail, and stupid little evidence baggies from Mask’s stupid little torture party. Looked at his couch, which was Evidence Island for that thing with Scarecrow last week, and his coffee table, the last refuge of JL prototypes. Maybe whoever was knocking at the door of his top-secret vigilante hideout would just go away. Or maybe they’d have the decency to bring their own chair with them. He picked up his phone and accessed his front door security cameras. 

Red Hood, one arm occupied by a pair of Old Joe’s pizzas, knocked again. 

On the one hand, Hood might shoot him. On the other hand, Tim hadn’t eaten lunch and it was (he checked his phone again) 8:13 PM. 

Tim turned all of his thigh-piles into carpet stacks and made his way to the door, where he removed three physical barricades, three digital barriers, and four traps for the unwary. He activated his “If I die in the next ten hours, this is the last person I was seen with” failsafe. Then he cracked the door on its chain. “Sorry, I didn’t order any pizza,” he snarked. 

Hood huffed a robotic sigh through his voice modulator. “I need a favor.”   

“I’m aware,” Tim said. There was no other reason for Hood to show up. And it had to be something complex, otherwise Hood would just do what he’d been doing, which was texting him a casefile and sticking a “One month of no murder attempts” coupon to Tim’s door when Tim solved it for him. 

Hood held out the pizzas and waited. He didn’t even twitch his hand towards his gun. 

“Fine.” Tim undid the chain and opened the door for him.

Hood left his helmet on one of the hat hooks by the front door, revealing a wryly curved mouth and eyes that weren’t any more Lazarus green than usual. He even gestured to the guns at his side with a cock of his head. Leave those here too? A generous offer from a crime lord who loved shooting people. 

Tim shrugged. If it got down to violence, he’d rather Hood not be grumpy about it. 

Hood shrugged back, kept his guns, and followed Tim into the solarium, which was an antechamber that Tim mostly used when he wanted to taunt potential snipers. It had a breakfast nook, two barstools, a dead plant from his well-meaning decorator, and ceiling-length bulletproof windows. 

Tim tinted the windows with a flick of a wall switch. 

“One Canadian bacon with onion and artichoke hearts,” Hood—Jason—said, dropping a pizza box in front of the left stool. “And one basil and roasted garlic with extra pecorino.” He dropped the other pizza in front of the right stool and sat. 

Tim sat next to him. “Thanks for getting my order right.” He could be polite. 

“I asked Alfred,” Jason said. 

Proof someone else knew that Jason intended to visit him. Jason really didn’t want to kill him. At least at the moment. 

(Jason’s pizza order had changed from when he was a kid; he’d always ordered the meat-lover’s before, maybe for the extra calories. Food insecurity sucked.) 

(Tim’s tastes had changed too, but his pizza order hadn't. No one ordered “Canadian bacon with onion and artichoke hearts” unless it was for him, specifically, and it was…nice, knowing that whoever had ordered the food had thought of him. Mental insecurity sucked too.)   

They did justice to Old Joe’s thin-crust for a while, eating in silence. 

When he only had a couple of slices left, Jason took a deep breath and said, “None of this leaves here, aright? Tell anyone I asked about any of this and you’ll wish you were dead.” 

Tim waved his hand. “Duh.” 

“Right. Okay.” Jason rubbed his forehead. “You know how sometimes start-up companies get successful and then they suddenly realize that they have a million employees instead of ten and that they should probably have things like an HR department and a pension plan?” 

“Ah,” Tim said. Jason “Red Hood” Todd didn’t need the help of Red Robin, teen vigilante. He needed the help of Tim Drake, teen CEO. “You got your fiftieth employee?” 

“I have to know what FMLA is now,” Jason said, a thousand-yard stare in his eyes. “It’s basically what I’ve been doing anyway, but there are so many subparts.” 

Tim made a sympathetic noise. 

“And I’ve been meaning to set up some kind of…retirement…thing…for the past two years,” Jason continued. “Pretty much since I started, but there always seemed to be bigger things, you know?” 

Tim nodded. Effective long-term policy or not, preteens addicted to fentanyl could definitely make someone put a 401k plan on the back burner. 

“And I had Gloria handling birthdays!” Jason said, obviously on a roll now. “Like getting cards for everyone on the day and getting them signed and all? But she had to move to Florida cuz her Mami’s getting up there, and no one else wants to get the cards and pass them around, but now I’ve got grown-ass armed adults who are miffed that their birthdays don’t get a card, and some other people think there should be cake too if we’re going to be revamping the birthday system anyway!” He looked at Tim, his eyes wild. “The whole thing is distracting everyone from killing traffickers and setting up community support systems! Grown-ass adults! Birthdays!” 

“Birthdays are the devil,” Tim said, sympathetic. The Wayne Enterprises R&D department had had a brief kerfuffle over them too. 

“Incarnate,” Jason said. “But also, no. I mean, I get it, some of us ain’t had people who celebrated our birthdays before! I want everyone to feel appreciated. But at this point, all Black Mask has to do is say ‘cake and ice cream’ and his goons will be able to set up shop while my guys shoot each other.” 

This level of chaos didn’t just happen; it was likely only the visible part of an iceberg of underlying dysfunction. “Gloria did a lot more than birthday cards, huh?” Tim asked. 

Jason winced. “I begged her to come back and she said she was tired of nagging me about the pension plan.” 

“Good for her,” Tim said mildly. 

Jason glared. 

“It got you here, didn’t it?” 

Jason glared harder, but he stuffed his mouth full of pizza instead of threatening Tim with bodily harm. 

Tim flexed his fingers. Gotham was better with a functional Red Hood gang and this would get him unprecedented access to Jason’s plans, but he also needed to come out of this alive. “If I help you with this, I’m going to need to know a lot about your organization.” He held up a pre-emptive hand. “I don’t care about your exact plans for Gotham’s drug trade, but we’ll be looking at your org charts—your chain of command—and getting nitty-gritty about it. Also, I want to be compensated as a consultant.” 

Jason frowned. “You want money?” He glanced at Tim’s ostentatious kill-me windows. 

Tim shrugged. “You can choose. I’ll bill you a fair amount, and you can compensate me with your money or with an equally valuable amount of your time—and I’ll know how much you value your time in an exact dollar amount by the time we’re done.” 

Jason snorted. “That your usual deal when you’re a consultant, or is that a Jason Todd special?” 

Tim smiled his best Janet Drake smile. “It’s the exact same deal I offer anyone in the JL or the vigilante community. The Jason Todd special is when I let people roll up in my DMs for the low, low price of not slitting my throat. Again.” 

Jason had the grace to glance away. “Gotcha. Better get started then. Like you fancy CEO types say, time is money.”

"Like we fancy CEO types," Tim corrected, and had the pleasure of watching Jason wince. Time for Red Hood to get his hands dirty with all the blood and ink that went into being a responsible twenty-first century boss.

[mrmanbat]

Look man ik the pits primarily purpose it literally the opposite of killing. Ik.

Batcow is a cow. A cow with plot armor but a cow nonetheless.

I can’t help it— there’s a tiny little voice in the back of my head that keeps on saying “she is a damn cow— she’d die.”

And that’s all the explanation I need.

Logically the pit (probably) wouldn’t directly kill her- but depending on the version, it could put her in excruciating pain, maybe even land her in a catatonic state.

If she didn’t have plot armor and if it wasn’t a comic you can’t convince me she wouldn’t be mercy killed.

But the thing is— she does have plot armor and it is a comic so my entire argument here is redundant and lowkey just a long tangent.

(See— I’m self aware)

. . .

Also the pit is still a liquid. If it floods her lungs I’m going to have to assume she would drown.

Some of yall are gonna hate me but I want dc to kill of some of the pets.

Ace? Dip him in scarecrow acid.

Batcow? Straight to the Lazarus pit.

I want every last bat in the Batcave burnt to a crisp.

Screw whimsy.

[batmanfruitloops]

regarding lazarus!riddler

Is Ed the same after being resurrected? does he stuffer from any lazarus pit side effects like lazarus pit madness? Or does Ed after being relived sorta come back “wrong”

one more question if that’s okay, how did Jo find out about the lazarus pit in the first place? did Jo found out about lazarus pit himself or did someone tell him?

He does experience Lazarus madness, yes. The best way I can describe his behavior is he becomes a lot like the Arkham series Riddler. It doesn't last as long as what others would experience though. There is a comic, I'm not sure which one I can't remember, where the Riddler uses the Lazarus pit to cure himself of cancer and because of his intelligence, it does not drive him insane. So the length of the effects is based on that fact, but y'know he still died. I'm sure dying and coming back would make anyone a little kooky. Jonathan is also a big help, Ed can never overpower Jo so he's able to keep Ed in check while he's under the effects. If Ed was able to run free he'd be acting on any impulse he had with no regard for consequence and making the effects worse. This little gremlin can make a nuke if he wants, and to have no morals holding him back is bad for everyone. Jonathan is very aware of this he will do everything to one, keep him alive and two, keep Ed from doing something he'd never forgive himself for.

I'm not entirely set on how Jo finds out about the pit. For now, I'll say it's likely he and Ed have both come across rumors and hints within Gotham's history. They would not have deliberately been looking for the pit, it just merely would have come up in Ed's snooping. Neither of them would have thought about more than it being mere mythos. All that throughout searching on Ed's part is bound to dig up something about the League of Assassins (which is something of a secret society in our version). After Ed's death, Jonathan would have been desperate enough to research more for himself. There had to be some merit to it, there had to be something.

I had some unfished/conceptual sketches on hand luckily. For some context, in the first sketch, Jo has to keep tying Ed down because otherwise, he's going to escape and make a death ray or something. He also tries his best to keep things as normal as he can for both of them. The second sketch is just to show what they look like under the effects, though I'm not too sure about the placement of the white streaks.

-Fluffy

[kitsune024]

Jason Todd||Red Hood Crossovers

Danny Phantom

The Boy King and the Dark Knights by @imjustkindaherelove | Chapters: 35/35 | Danny & Jason, Age Regression/De-Aging, ghost king-more like prince, good parent Jason, funny misunderstandings, Identity reveal How Light Carries On (Endlessly, Even After Death) by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees I Chapters 3/3 I Eldritch Danny, Danny Adopts Jason Todd, Haunted House Dig Three Graves in Apartment 31c by @faeriekit I Chapter's 6/6 I Danny has the role of Willis Todd, halfa Jason The Red Hood's Big Bad Guard Demon by @the-stove-is-on-fire I Chapters 2/? I Danny/Jason, Ice Sculptor Danny, Danny freaks Jason out here lol, High and unhinged Danny, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid by @hollowmashiro I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Danny/Jason, Pre-Slash, Codependency, Soul Bond, Mind the Tags The Song of Healing by @impyssadobsessions I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Siren Danny, AU - Canon Divergence, AU - Merpeople, Pain, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Lazarus Pit, Lazarus Pit connected to Ghost zone, Jason Todd, siren song, Lazarus Pit Madness Ghosting Around Gotham by @teethhead I Chapters 17/? I I Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Mystery, Investigations, Horror, Body Horror, not romance focused, Ghost King Danny, Lazarus Pits are Ectoplasm, BAMF Danny

Star Wars

When Sanity Runs Out by heretoday898 I Chapters 30/30 I Roy & Jason, Bamf Jason, Canon Divergence, Fix it, All-Blades, Dimension Travel

Supernatural

Two Lives, One Soul by Spnfandom8 I Chapters 10/10 I Dean & Jason are twin brothers, Bamf Dean, Bamf Jason

[redhoodieone]

You Belong With Me

A/N: Hey guys!!!!! I’m back again, but this with fluff, drama, and a slow burn, and eventual smut. I hope you guys like it!!!!!

PLOT: What happens when you realize you’ve fallen for Jason fucking Todd? Well…you pine after him like an idiot. However, being the adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne means you’re off limits to most guys, especially Batboys, at least that’s what Jason believes but after a passionate kiss with Jason just seven days ago, Y/N realizes she’s in love with him. But what can she do when Isabel Ardila is back and she’s not letting Jason go? Cue Dick Grayson, who might actually be in love with Y/N, too. [More might be added. We’ll see.]

Snowflakes fall from the darkened sky, as one in particular lands on my cheek. The icy touch melts, moistens my rosy cheek, but I dare not rub it away when all I am focused on is when he’ll return. Crossing my arms, I sit up straighter on the ledge of my open window at Wayne Manor. Luckily, I’m dressed warmer than usual since I clearly don’t mind waiting in the cold for him; my black yoga pants, and a red hoodie that belongs to him that I have stolen months ago. Bringing the sweater to my face, I inhale his expensive cologne: oud notes, exotic woods, and warm amber. All Jason Todd. All man. 

A few tears fall from my eyes. An almost unbearable pain surges through my chest at the thought of him kissing her, holding her, maybe even telling her he loves her. 

Fuck Isabel Ardila. 

Jason had met her a few years ago during a flight to China with Roy Harper. Ever since then, she’s been a soft spot in his heart, even when he’s had a fling with Artemis about a year ago. 

But that doesn’t explain if I even have a place in his heart…especially after two weeks ago.

The bedroom door slowly opens. Fourteen-year-old Damian Wayne pokes his head inside the darkened bedroom, but he sees me  sitting at the open bedroom window. The outside lights allow Damian to notice I am silently crying, while hugging myself in an oversized red hoodie.

“Y/LN…” Damian calls out, before he cautiously approaches me.

In Damian’s green eyes, he must realize I’m troubled. But why? He doesn’t exactly know why, but he’ll find out. He is Batman’s blood son after all.

“Not now…” I say quietly, while wiping away the extra fallen tears from my eyes. 

Damian ignores me as always, and he sits across from me at the open window ledge. From there, we’re both forced to look at each other.

“Something troubles you,” Damian says, after a long pause of silence. He stares intently. “What is it?”

I don’t want to tell him. Not that I don’t trust Damian, but he wouldn’t understand. If I told him, it would end in two different ways.

One, Damian would kill Jason Todd. Lazarus Pit be damned, Damian will undo his mother’s and grandfather’s work that brought Jason back from the dead.

Two, Damian would tell Bruce. And I really don’t want that.

“You don’t want to know,” I say, after a while of thinking. 

“I believe I do, or I wouldn’t have asked,” Damian responds. After a few more seconds, he finally relaxes after being so tense. “Despite our age gap, I see myself as an…older brother to you. Not in the sense of being older than you, but…protective, if you will. If something is troubling you, I want to know so I can try to…help you.”

Since I don’t have many friends, mostly due to Bruce being overprotective, I could only say that Kara Danvers, AKA Supergirl, Alfred, and Tim would be the ones I could say I am close to. 

When I first met Superman, I was with Batman after a mission gone wrong. As the new Batgirl, I had big boots I had to fill, since Barbara had become Oracle. Bruce and I were out on patrol, just the two of us, until we had to fight Scarecrow. He had planned to release the newest fear toxin in the water supply, and I was caught, injected with a fear serum, and I lost control. Somehow, Bruce found me, but not without calling for backup. Superman must have heard it first, and he and Supergirl came and helped stop Scarecrow.

When I regained consciousness, that’s when Superman introduced me to Kara. Ever since then, the overly friendly alien invites me to Smallville every summer.

I’m still Batgirl, even at twenty-one years old, and it’s the best thing in my life. Even when I compare how Dick and Babs were once romantically involved when she was Batgirl, I sometimes envision Jason as Robin and me as Batgirl. Twisted, I know.

I smirk at the memory of how Superman was the one who came to help us. Because if you must know, the Batboys at the time were dealing with their own stuff.

Dick Grayson currently lives in Bludhaven full time with Kori.

Jason Todd was traveling around the world with his new Outlaws team, with Bizarro and Artemis.

Tim Drake is living with his new boyfriend, Bernard, and they’re both working at Wayne Enterprises full time now.

That just leaves me and Damian mostly living at Wayne Manor now. At the time of the Scarecrow incident, Damian was in Smallville hanging out with Jon.

I uncross my arms, and instead bring my knees to my chin, and I lean my head down, as a way to comfort myself more, because what is about to be said is something I’ve never thought I would have to talk about.

“Do you…see me as your sister?” I ask softly.

“Well, considering Father adopted you five years ago, I’d have to answer with yes. You may not be my biological sister, but you are my sister nonetheless.”

I huff at that. Maybe that’s why Jason was giving me the cold shoulder and hasn’t spoken to me since our kiss.

Maybe Jason sees me as his sister. Maybe he realizes he kissed his sister and that’s why he’s disgusted at himself…even at me.

“If I tell you…” I begin, before I give Damian a serious look. “You have to swear, and I mean swear to Superman, that you’ll never tell anyone, not even Alfred, and especially never to Bruce or Tim. Because Tim can never keep a goddamn secret.”

“He can’t. He’s physically unable to keep anything to himself. Remember how he spoiled Father’s birthday last year? Drake practically gave him an open invitation. He practically ruined the surprise, ” Damian agrees, before he nods his head at me. “I swear to Superman, even though he’s not even a God.”

“Just promise me, Damian!”

“I do! I promise!”

Then, I inhale sharply, and then exhale with the same pain fluttering in my chest and stomach. “Jason kissed me two weeks ago.”  

Damian’s eyes widen in shock and horror. “What?”

“Look, I know this is fucking bizarre and unreal, but it’s true. He kissed me while we were out on patrol. It was after I almost…” I trail off on purpose, because I know what the demon spawn will say. I sigh deeply. “Died.”

“You mean when you and Todd fought against Bane?”

“I know he broke Bruce’s back before, but Bane almost broke my neck. I seriously almost died,” I say.

“That’s why Todd hasn’t really been here at all. All because of the kiss?” Damian asks, as he uses his detective skills to figure out Jason’s absence. 

“Up until last night, at least. Jason needed a place to crash,” I remind him.

“But still, he’s been M.I.A for almost two weeks.”

I don’t say anything. I can feel my throat closing in, because whatever I’m feeling for Jason is almost suffocating me. The worry I’ve always had for him, the attraction I’ve felt for him, and now the desire I have for him is consuming me. 

“What led Todd to kiss you, though?” 

I find myself closing my eyes, as the memory resurfaces behind my eyelids. 

FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK

After soaring through the dark sky, Red Hood lands hard on the top of Wayne Enterprises. When he deems it safe, he sets me down carefully, as if I’ll fall over and break.

When my feet touch the ground, I find myself stumbling a bit, until I sit on the edge of the building. My heart is still racing. I almost died tonight, at the hands of Bane. I know if it weren’t for Jason, I’d be fucking dead. 

Dead. The word almost makes me laugh, considering how many times I’ve almost lost my new family. But this time, it could have been me.

After releasing a heavy sigh, I remove my Batgirl mask and look up at Jason, who has just removed his own mask. Both our maskless faces stare at each other. “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you, so…thank you. Thank you for saving me tonight,” I say.

The look on Jason’s face is one I’ve seen many times. But tonight, that face is because of me. His bluish, gray eyes are hyper focused on me. His jaw is clenched, as if he is holding back what he wants to say to me, or unless he’s still pissed off at Bane. After all, he almost killed Bane. Jason was going to rip Bane’s head off if it weren’t for me. But luckily we left, but now without Jason teaching Bane a lesson.

Someone should probably check on Bane in the morning.

Then, Jason is somehow sitting next to me. His large gloved hand reaches behind my head, and he forcefully brings my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, as if Jason wants to feel everything I’m feeling, and he wants me to feel what he’s feeling. 

Then, Jason’s tongue runs along my bottom lip, silently asking if he can explore my mouth. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth. While our mouths explore each other’s, I feel fireworks bursting through my body. I’ve never kissed a guy like this before. The last guy I kissed was a guy at the bar, and that was just a drunken kiss.

Jason must realize I’m thinking too much because he pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling him. His gloved hand runs through my long hair, while his other gloved hand holds my waist down. Our tongues continue to explore each other’s mouths. The taste of tobacco, whiskey, and just Jason is like a fucking drug to me. I just want more. I want so much more of him than what is happening.

Jason pulls back a bit from my mouth, so we both can breathe a bit. Our breaths are hot, and I can still feel his tongue running along my bottom lip. I want to bite his bottom lip.

“Thank fuck you’re still alive, doll. I don’t know what I would do with you, Y/N,” Jason whispers against my mouth. 

I slowly open my eyes, and there I see it. The pain. The worry. The “I almost lost you” on his face. Even though his beautiful bluish, gray eyes are closed, his jaw is still clenched, and his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he is reliving everything that happened tonight.

With my gloved hand, I reach up to caress Jason’s jaw. Within a few seconds, he finally opens his eyes, and he must see the loving smile I’m giving him.

“I’m okay, Jay. I’m okay because of you,” I tell him, before I bring his face to mine, and we kiss again, all night until the morning light comes. 

FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK/FLASHBACK

When I open my eyes, Damian must see the pain I’m feeling from remembering that night. He reaches across for me, and he brings me in to hug me tightly.

“I’m sorry, Y/LN. I truly am,” Damian whispers in my hair.

Then, we see a motorcycle speeding down towards Wayne Manor. Damian and I both see Jason climbing off his bike, before he helps Isabel climb down. When she removes her helmet, I can see Jason grin down at her. They both say something we can’t make out, and then they kiss. 

The kiss isn’t like the one Jason and I shared two weeks ago.

It doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“Jay…” I whisper. My bottom lip trembles, and more tears fall. 

Damian must know I’m crying, because he holds me tighter.

We both silently watch Jason and Isabel walk to the front door until they’re out of sight.

After a moment of silence, Damian speaks up.

“I truly am sorry, sister. Todd doesn’t deserve you. He never has, and he never will,” Damian whispers once more.

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The next morning, I woke up with a huge headache. When I opened my eyes, I saw Damian must have made sure I got into bed and slept enough because the spot beside me shows he stayed a while. I roll over onto my stomach, and I reach out to grab my cell phone on the nightstand. I kick off the blankets, and the red hoodie I’m wearing rides up my body to where my lower half is exposed.

I must have kicked off my yoga pants sometime in the night.

My fingertips barely reach my cell phone, just as my bedroom door slams open. 

“Morning sunshine!” Dick Grayson shouts excitedly, as he enters my room.

“Jesus!” I cry out in shock. He fucking scared me, man.

Dick stops in his tracks when he sees the lower half of my body. For him, Dick can see I’m only wearing Jason’s red hoodie and my black cheeky panties. I’ve never been this exposed in front of my family, except for Bruce and Alfred, but that’s only when they’re treating my injuries.

“Oh…” Dick sighs to himself. His eyes must have zeroed in on everything.

“Dick! Come on! Look away! I’m practically mooning you!” I yell out, before I pull the covers up and bundle myself up.

When I manage to look at Dick, I can see he’s still stunned. His gorgeous blue eyes are huge, and his mouth is still open. 

“You…”

“What?!” I hiss out angrily.

“You have a tattoo on your butt cheek,” Dick answers quietly.

“Yeah, so?! I’m twenty-one years old, Dickhead,” I answer back.

Dick finally shakes his head and snaps himself out of his daze. He walks further in until he’s standing at the end of my bed. “You’ve been hanging out with Jason too much for that profanity.”

Not enough time with him. 

“What does your tattoo say?”

“What?”

“What does your tattoo say?” Dick repeats his question. He sounds too eager. Too interested in it. “It’s a word in cursive. I just…I couldn’t see exactly what it said.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s my nickname, Dick.”

“Y/NN?”

“No, my other nickname.”

“What’s your other nickname?”

“I’m not telling you!”

“Come on! Please! Please tell me! I won’t tell Bruce! Or Tim!”

Realizing Dick won’t stop, I push the covers away enough to slip out on the other side of my bed; away from Dick. My yoga pants are on the floor, so I quickly grab them and put them on. 

“Tim already knows. He went with me when I got it,” I reveal.

“That’s not fair, Y/N. Come on. I’m begging you. Please…” Dick continues.

“Fine! It says doll! My tattoo says doll!” I snap.

Dick appears confused. “I don’t remember you ever having a tattoo there. When did you get it?”

I’m suddenly stunned. How would Dick know? He’s never seen me naked or even almost naked before. 

“I got it last week,” I answer.

“And you only asked Tim to go?” Dick asks.

“Well, yeah. He’s not judgemental. He was rather supportive of it.”

I walk around Dick to get ready for breakfast. I hurry over to my vanity mirror to brush my hair. Glancing occasionally in the mirror, I can see Dick is truly confused as to why I have that as a tattoo. I don’t know why he cares so much. Dick is usually laid back whenever he visits. It’s only when he stays longer that he becomes the mother hen to us all.

“Why doll? Why that nickname?”

Dick’s question really surprises me. “I don’t know. It just felt right,” I lie.

He must know I’m lying because his blue eyes never leave my eyes in my mirror. After a while, he sighs and shakes his head.

“Come on. Breakfast is ready. Alfred made your favorite.”

“Waffles?!” I ask excitedly, suddenly hungry.

“Yup!” Dick responds with quick excitement, as well.

“I wonder why. He usually makes oatmeal on Sundays.”

“Maybe someone requested them?”

Damian…I think to myself. He must still feel bad after last night, and that’s why he made that request to Alfred…for me.

I hurry to the door to leave with Dick rushing after me.

When we get downstairs, the smile on my face falls when I see Isabel and Jason sitting next to each other, staring into each other’s eyes with smiles.

“Good morning…” my voice trails off. 

“Good morning, sister,” Damian says first.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bruce greets me with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N,” Alfred says with a smile as well. He sets the plate full of waffles on the table. “Waffles are ready. Your favorite.”

I can feel my bottom lip quivering, and the tears stinging in my eyes. Frozen in the entryway, I see Bruce looking confused and worried at me. Damian looks at me with a sad smile. Alfred appears concerned. 

And right beside me, Dick sees through me and he suddenly knows after seeing what triggered me to almost cry, because then he reaches for my hand.

Then, Jason looks away from Isabel for a couple of seconds and that’s when he sees Dick holding my hand. The familiar jaw clench is back. Jason looks pissed off as he glares at Dick. Sitting across from Damian, I catch Damian kicking Jason in the shin.

“Ow! What the fuck, demon spawn?!”

“You didn’t say good morning to our sister, Todd,” Damian hisses.

Isabel grips Jason’s bicep. “Are you okay, Jason?”

“I’m fine, babe,” Jason answers Isabel first, before he looks at me. He grins, even though it’s sexy, it still hurts me. “Good morning, doll. Sit down and eat with us.”

And in that exact moment, Dick finally knew who gave me my nickname.

He knew that my tattoo was for Jason.

[riddle-me-fear]

[tw: mild violence mentioned, dirty jokes]

Edward Nygma | The Riddler I see. My condolences. Ah yes, the good old dip into Ra's'es jaccuzi. Does feel quite refreshing, doesn't it?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Mmh, but tha real question ta be asked 'ere: What kind o' madness-infused delusion did ya take outta there with ya?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Uuuh, yes, that would actually interest me as well. See, I gained an intelligence-boost to my already brilliant mind, quite literally rendering me super-intelligent - being so smart, it exceeds the boundaries of a human being. Oh, and Jonathan turned into an absolute megalomaniac with the sudden gust of strategic brilliance. I suppose for the both of us, it simply amplified what was already there.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Beyond rational reasonin'.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Oh, and the answer to your riddle is emotions or feelings. They can't be seen, but you can "feel" touched. They can feel tight in your chest, but can't be held. And they can come across as cold, even if coming from a warm place, as they are commonly associated with the heart. And no, it's not the heart itself, since that indeed can be seen and held when you cut somebody open. You know, I would appreaciate something more uhm creative. And that's targeted at anyone thinking of asking me a riddle. All those mind-, heart-, love-riddles-- Look, they're cute and all, some pretty classic, don't get me wrong. But I've been asked those a thousand times. Yes, yes, I know, it's quite difficult getting anywhere near my level, but you can at least try.

Jonathan Crane starts to chuckle in the background.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler What's so funny?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Hehehe- Hya- Ya wanna hear an alternative answer ta that? Heh it's- it's yer asshole. Ya can touch it, but naht see it yerself, can be tight, but naht be held, n' feel cold if ya blow on it, even if it's always warm inside-- Eeeehehehe!

Jonathan continues to chuckle, which evolves into laughter when he sees the look Edward gives him.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Can't keep your mind out of the gutter, can you?

Jonathan tries to catch his breath to answer, but breaks out into laughter again, dropping sideways onto the couch.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Well, until Jon returns to being responsive, riddle me this then: In what way did your mind shift, when you emerged from the Lazarus pit?

What is something that you have but you can't touch, you can change whenever you want and you use everyday but have never seen me. What am I?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler This is at the top of my inbox, but you know me - a compulsion is a compulsion. And this one's just too easy. It's the mind. You have it, can't touch it, you can change your mind at any point, hopefully use it every day, but can't see it, well, without superpowers you can't. You wanna know an alternative answer to this, Jon?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Hm? Ah, no, naht really--

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Your sleep schedule.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow My... Oh, haa-fuckin'-haa, Ed.

Edward grins and scrolls down to the next message.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler You know, technically, it could also be your pulse.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Ugh, please stop askin' him riddles. Ya don't know this, but off-camera, he'll keep comin' up with more answers to tha same question. All. Day. Loung.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Wait, hold on, your name is Jayne Todd? What, are you Jason's daughter? Did I miss something? No, impossible, perhaps an alternative universe version, we've got so many of those, as of late.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow Right, because nuthin' can escape yer stalkin' hobby.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Well, of course it doesn't. How else am I supposed to keep myself occupied, these days? Jason is especially fun to spy on, not much going on in that thick head of his, and it shows, ahahaha!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow ... That wus sarcasm.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler Oh, I know it was. I am simply choosing to ignore it.

Jonathan just grunts, taking a sip from his coffee.

[stealingyourbones]

For the bats, it didn't start with a boy. It didn't start with a scared, bruised, and bloody boy seeking their help on patrol. It didn't start with bumping randomly into a clone of one or the other Wayne boy on the street.

It started slowly, after an Arkahm outbreak.

Some rogues didn't turn up even after a while.

Twoface, Clayface.

The Bats hoped, Hoped they were taking a break and not planning something together.

Other people turned Up. Men and women in white suits. They seemed to be looking for something. Or someone.

Then other rogues vanished.

Killer Croc, Mr. Freeze.

It came to a head when Red Hood witnessed Riddler being kidnapped by the Guys in White.

He was actually in a fight with Scarecrow at that moment as a Lazarus green beam shot out of an ally a block away. A second later he heard Riddler's pained cry and saw the man flying out of the ally and onto the street. His side was smoldering, clearly having been hit by the beam and Riddler had a little trouble getting to his feet. Unfortunately for him, two men in white used the moment to stun him with a Taser, put him in a collar that was also attached to handcuffs, and shoved him into a white van that followed the men out of the ally.

Hood didn't quite believe what he just saw. He questioned the filter of his helmet when Scarecrow offered his help on fighting the people in White.

.

[alilobsessive]

Alfred said such crazy things like "hey maybe pay attention to your kid." and "Bruce. Bruce I raised you better than this. Bruce. Go hang out with your child."

Scarecrow: Little crow... what will you do, after I'm gone?

Older Crow: If Bats kicks the bucket, too... hold a party, probably

Scarecrow: Remember to take the fear toxin edibles and feed them to your guests

Older Crow: Of course, papa

Scarecrow: I'm so very proud of you

Older Crow: ...

Older Crow: I know, papa, I love you

Crow it's fine. Throw him into the lazarus pit. Forget everything about death being a natural part of life

Yesss, bring the old man back from the dead! Let him be the fear god he was meant to be! Hold on weren’t the Lazarus pits destroyed in Batman Beyond? Uuuu Crow dug them back up, or this takes place before that happens.

[olannder]

Creepypasta lgbtq headcanons!! (Art as well)

- ani the wight (Anastasia Morozov) - Bisexual/female (She/her)

- Asylum Nancy (Nancy Adams) - Pansexual/Female (she/her)

- Ben drowned (Benjamin Lawman) - bisexual/asexual/Demiboy (He/they)

- Bloody Painter (Helen Otis) - Bisexual/male (he/him)

- Candy Pop (Night terror) - Bisexual/demiboy (he/they/it)

- Candy cane (Kanebell) - Lesbian/Transfem (She/Her)

- Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette) - Bisexual/female (she/her)

- Cat hunter (Rodrigo Ortiz) - Straight/male (he/him)

- Dr. Smiley - straight/male (he/him)

- Dr. Pain - Bisexual/Bigender (He/she)

- Eyeless Jack (Jackson G. Nyras) - Bisexual/Male (He/him)

- Eyeless Lulu (Lucille Tiffany Neumann) - Pansexual/Transfem (She/her)

- Homicidal Liu (Liu Woods) - Bisexual/male (he/him)

- Hobo heart - Bisexual/male (he/him)

- Hoodie / Brian (Brian Thomas) - Bisexual/male (he/him)

- Jane the killer (Jane Tod Richardson) - Lesbian/female (she/her)

- Jeff the killer (Jeffery Woods) - Aroace/male (he/him)

- Jason the toymaker (Jason Meyer) - Gay/male (he/him)

- Judge Angels (Diana Angela Clark) - Aroace/intersex female (She/they)

- Kagekao - Gay/Male (he/him)

- Kate the chaser (Kate Milen Hayes) - Lesbian/female (she/they)

- Korbyn the seer (Korbyn Jumping-Eagle) - Aroace/Demigirl (She/they)

- Laughing Jack - Aroace/agender (They/it/he)

- Laughing Jill - Sapphic/Female (she/her)

- Lazari (Lazarus Z. Swann) - Bisexual/Demigirl (She/they)

- Lost silver (Gold) - Asexual/Demiromantic/Non binary (They/them)

- Masky / Tim (Timothy Wright) - Bisexual/asexual/male (He/him)

- Nathan the nobody (Nathan Lux) - Straight/Male (he/him)

- Nina the killer (Nina Elle Hopkins) - Omnisexual/female (she/her)

- Nurse Ann (Ann Lusen Mia) - Omnisexual/Intersex/female (she/her)

- Papa Grande - Straight/male (he/him)

- Rouge (Heather Marshall) - Bi-curious/Female (She/her)

- RoadWalker (Zayner) - Lesbian/female (She/any)

- Sally Williams (Sally Maryam Dawn Williams) - Female (She/her)

- Suicide Sadie (Sadie Marie Bennett) - Bisexual/female (She/her)

- Sadiya - Asexual/Demiromantic/female (She/they)

- Stripes - Pansexual/Demigirl (She/they)

- Kaidy - Straight/Female (she/her)

- Zahir - Pansexual/male (he/him)

- Oliver Henderson - Male (he/him)

- The puppeteer (Jonathan Blake) - Gay/male (He/him)

- The seed eater - They/it/he

- Ticci Toby (Tobias Erin Rogers) - Bisexual/male (He/him)

- The bartender (Chris Brahms) - Unlabeled/male (He/any)

- The Dollmaker - Aroace/Nonbinary (They/them)

- X virus (Cody) - Bisexual/Demiboy (He/they)

- Zero (Alice Marie Jackson) - Lesbian/Demigirl (She/they/any)

- Zalgo - Pansexual/Agender (They/he/it/any)

- Anna Shurcks - Lesbian/asexual/female (She/her)

- Ally the SlenderDoll - Pansexual/Female (She/her)

- Annie the black eyed child - Asexual/female (she/her)

- Carmen winstead - Unlabeled/female (she/her)

- Elizabeth Vazquez - Female (she/her)

- Expressionless - Aroace/agender (They/it)

- Freddy the butcher - Bi-curious/Transmasc (He/they)

- Hannah the killer - Straight/Transfem (She/her)

- Lyra Rogers - unlabeled/female (she/her)

- Nula - Aroace/nonbinary (She/it)

- Nemesis - Unlabeled/female (She/her)

- Scarecrow girl - Asexual/Straight/demigirl (they/she)

- The skroll - Straight/transmasc (He/him)

- Vicky genocidal - Bisexual/female (She/her)

- Weeping forest - Lesbian/female (She/her)

- Wilson the basher - Straight/male (He/him)

- Crystal Lux - Bisexual/female (she/her)

- Mary Vaughn - Lesbian/female (She/her)

- April fools - Polysexual/Female (She/her)

- Evil - Aromantic/nonbinary (they/them)

- Julius the dressmaker - Gay/Demiboy (He/they)

- Killing Kate - Bisexual/female (She/her)

- Nick Vanill - Gay/Male (He/him)

- third base - Gay/Transmasc (He/him)

- Slenderman - Aroace/Agender (it/they)

[finniestoncrane]

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Jonathan's breath was warm against your skin, heating your inner thighs where his cold, clammy hands had once been pressed, fingers digging into the ample flesh before he pushed your legs open, spreading them apart. He pulled back the hood of his jacket, freeing him to bury his face between your chubby thighs, to feel your warm, skin against his cheeks, to be as close to you as possible.

And then he moaned. Inhaling your scent, the vibrations of the sound leaving his throat seeming to travel through the air, breath tickling you, heart thudding as you waited patiently.

His tongue pressed out over his ragged lips, pushing past the strands of thread that held his skin together. Pointed and firm, he parted your folds with the muscle, long laps following as he teased your cunt, coating it in his saliva as he drooled almost uncontrollably. Taste buds triggered, senses heightened as he took you in.

Once he was satisfied that every bit of you had been licked once over, he pointed his tongue once more, flitting from side to side over the folds that lined your entrance, prodding inside of you. With his tongue buried deep, he sucked and moaned, catching the taste of you all the way at the back of his throat.

Pleasures of the flesh were almost unknown to him before meeting you. His body only brought pain, reminded him of the cruelty of others. Yours was sweet and soft, giving him a reason to worship, to enjoy. It gave his own body a purpose other than suffering or violence.

Noting that those thoughts were lingering, he pulled back to share them with you.

"You taste sweet, divine. Like a direct hit to the adrenal glands."

It felt romantic enough, more of a confession than he intended it to be. And yet, there was so much more he wanted to say. Like how he loved smearing your slick over his mouth, having you drip down his chin. How your delicious cunt felt like a source of power to him, a Lazarus pit in it's own right with the way it seemed to breathe life into him.

And how you always felt like you were his. Only his.

Spreading his fingers apart into a 'v', he placed them against you, holding your folds apart and leaning in before he stopped, looking up at you with his clouded, milky eyes.

"This belongs to me, yes?"

"Yes."

"Who does it belong to?"

"You, Jonathan."

"Mine. All mine. Something that can't be taken."

Diving back in, he clamped his lips around your plump mound, tongue angled so he could swirl it around your clit, teasing the sensitive bud with his chipped teeth. Resting his forehead on your abdomen, he sank what was left of the damaged bridge of his nose into the soft, cushiony fat as he pushed his face further into you. He shifted it from side to side, rubbing into you, covering himself in your slick, your scent.

His hands reached up to grab at your stomach, fingers digging into you as he held you tight. The ragged, blackened nails created little, uneven semi-circles in your skin, holding you, jiggling you as he kneaded the flesh like a cat trying to find comfort in a lap. His hold on you was so needy, so demanding, so possessive, like he was attempting to keep you there. As though he thought you would ever think of going anywhere, of being anywhere but right there.

With his lips suctioned around yours, he collected your folds into his mouth, sucking hard and long, letting them go with a lewd, loud smacking sound before collecting them again, the action punctuated by his repetition. A sermon, a testament to his own needs and demands.

"Mine... mine... mine..."

The only other sounds, apart from your own pleasured moans, were his whimpers, his gasps, the groans of satisfaction, akin to someone finishing a gourmet meal, full of delight.

With his fingers soaked in your juices, he ran them along your thighs, skin glistening as he wet it, his face still buried intently between your legs with no sign of him stopping. Ragged breaths, shuddering groans, told you that despite running low on energy, Jonathan was far from ready to give you up.