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Oh you're "the funny one"? You enjoy causing others to suffer? You laugh at other people's pain? You view everyone else as your playthings and you don't care at all about a single soul in the circus?
Then why did you immediately apologize after accidentally taking a life off of her?

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ caleb finding ur gspot <3
💭 : p in v , changing positions, mating press, prone bone, doggy, dumbification, slight degradation with praise
you didn’t know what he was doing. every time you thought he’d stop, he’d settle, he would change positions. acting like he was trying to find something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. but your body did.
every time caleb thrusted, you clenched around him in pleasure—but it felt like he was missing something. every time he changed positions—from your legs on his shoulders, bending you in a way you didn’t even think was possible, to putting all his weight on top of you as you drool into the pillow—he blubbered something about knowing that it was somewhere inside, that he was so close to finding it.
every thrust was restless, a thrust deep—short, fast, a bit too the right, far to the left—you felt it through the fuzzy haze that muffled your hearing and overstimulating you. you felt your brain turn into mush, seeping past your lips as drool with every buck.
“c-caleb,” you slurred, face pressed against your pillow as he lifted your hips and pressed your ass against his pelvis. “‘leb, what’re you do—hah!” he quickly hushed you, thrusting harshly again, seeking for something—and you thought he hit it before missing it by a fraction. “know it’s here somewhere. fuck, fuck—gonna find it—gonna make you squirt, baby,” he panted.
he moved your hips to the side—thrusted. moved them slightly down—thrust. up again—thrust. until he pressed down on your back, making you arch against the matress and moved his knee—
he hit it and it felt like your brain popped.
you let out a sharp scream (one that your neighbors will probably call 911 thinking you were murdered) and you squirted. loud, wet, and dirty as your jaw dropped. he let out a choked gasp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he let out a long groan, head tilting back. “fuckkkk… there ya’ go. all dumb and fucked out for me, huh?”
he drew back, just to slam back, tip pressing against your gspot again that made your legs fly around and hips buck. “as you should, right? you like being so dumb for gege. your drooling your brains out, sweets,” he chuckled, grinding against the spot as you sobbed into the pillow.
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it's 12:40 am, and i'm not ovulating, but i had thoughts, and now i'm wet 😞 pls enjoy rough sex with sylus 😩
cw: 18+, spitting in mouth, pussy slapping, overstimulation
Your legs kick out when Sylus bottoms out in you for the fifth time. You try to shove at his shoulders, but your hands are weak and trembling, barely managing a push.
A sharp thrust has your eyes rolling back, and another has your legs attempting to close around his waist. But one of his large hands grabs hold of one of your legs to spread it wide, leaving you stretched and open. Then he's fucking you mercilessly, the head of his cock hitting your cervix as a ring of frothy cream forms around the base of his cock.
He leans down to kiss your open mouth, fucking his tongue in its warmth while you let out muffled whines. Then he's grasping your cheeks between his thumb and index fingers, making sure your mouth remains open. He spits directly onto your tongue, does it one more time and watches, pleased, as you automatically swallow it down.
His hand slips down to your throat, applying enough pressure to render you dizzy as he continues to pound your soaking cunt. He notes how it spasms around him, how it eagerly pulls him in further and how it's still so fucking tight after five rounds.
Fuck, it's perfect.
You're perfect.
There's a sudden knock on the door followed by a voice.
"Sir, your clients are ready for you."
A rough thumb to your swollen clit has you cumming with a scream, head shaking while you squirt so hard on Sylus' cock, forcing it out from the pressure. Sylus groans lowly, leaves your clit alone in favour of slapping your oversensitive pussy, causing you to cry as you arch away from it. But Sylus drag you back, slaps your cunt again before stretching you wide on his cock again.
You're drooling, toes curling and nails dragging over his clothed back.
It's paradise.
"Five minutes." is all Sylus says, aiming to flood your poor pussy with his cum one more time.
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"Choso, I c-can't..." You're so nervous when you're grinding against Choso's abdomen, soaking every muscle and that black trail of hair under his flat belly button.
"Yeah you can, c'mere angel," he's got those big hands wrapped around your waist. "Sit on my face."
"What if you can't breathe!?" You're trembling, movements halted, he chuckles then, fingers flitting to your thighs, black painted nails pressing against your skin.
"I will be fine, more worried about you drowning me."
"Oh!" You're blushing now, he tugs you up until you're bracing yourself on the headboard. "Cho!"
"Want you to drip on my face," he whispers, amethyst eyes gone dark. You cry out when his long pink tongue slips up your slit, collecting the thin strings of slick already gathered. "Fuck you're sweet..."
"Oh my god," you're gasping out when the barbell of his tongue ring flicks your twitchy clit. You're still holding yourself up, hands trembling when he smirks up at you.
"I said sit on my face, not hover," you squeak when he drags you down, groaning. "That's it, soak me, please."
You're lost then, his neediness too much, you firmly put your puffy cunt right on his handsome face, tugging at the inky strands that have come undone from his pony tails. His tongue slips up between your folds, dragging down into your slick hole.
"Choso! Ngh!" Your sounds, your juices flowing make him throb, cock pulsing so much precum from his blushed tip. He's whining out as he devours every bit that drops.
His nose bumps your clit, your juices making the tattoo there just glisten, while your hole quivers and grips that wet muscle. He curls it just so while grabbing your ass, tugging you somehow even closer.
"M'close! Ah, please, there..." You're arching now, the sensations enhanced when he moans against you, vibrating your clit.
Choso loves to eat you out, but you've never done it this way, the insecurities at this angle long forgotten with how he devotedly drinks every bit of you. You're rolling your hips with his guidance, his own arching up, fucking the air, just your cunt making him almost cum.
"Cum on me. Fucking suffocate me - ah - please baby," he murmurs, pulling back to spread your cunt wide open, long lashes casting over lidded eyes. "You can do it f'me, can't you?"
You nod quickly, letting go and pressing your thighs on either side of his head, and that's when the tightness in your core releases, and you shatter. Cumming all over your boyfriends face, soaking every bit of him as the wetness just gushes down, aftershocks pulsing through you.
He's groaning, sucking all he can whole your movements slow, thighs trembling. Your arousal coats his tastebuds, his chin, fuck it's dripping down his throat, earning a few more desperate flicks that push you again, and make his cock just spurt out milky cum.
"Oh my g-god, pussy s'perfect," he slurs his words as he whimpers just a bit, and you turn a bit to see his pretty cock cumming for you.
"Mnh. Let me clean you, Choso... ah!" He's just spun you so you're still straddling his face, but now his cock is right against your lips. You lick a stripe under that tip, gasping when he's slipping two thick fingers in your walls.
"Not done yet, pretty girl."
In a Choso/Sugu mood lately 🤭
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That line has been living rent free in my head since the ep premiered
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In episode six of The Amazing Digital Circus — Jax gets too real!

In all seriousness, this was completely fantastic to watch. It was such a good depiction of self destructive behaviors and Michael Kovach was PHENOMENAL.

His instant reaction to pomni hugging him was super telling. He wants to get closer to her, his behaviors show that clearly, but he fears it as well.
His regret after the outburst is also extremely telling.

This did not go as planned. He did not expect to get so close to her and have to push her so suddenly away. He didn’t want to push her away, but felt in this moment that he needed to, at all costs.
As much as he wants everyone to believe his actions were planned, they were IMPULSIVE.

As insistent as he was on telling Pomni that he didn’t care, that it was stupid to think that he might, Pomni was right when she pointed out that Jax wasn’t fighting back. He DID care.

He never hurt Pomni for his own fun at any point in this episode. His actions directly contradict what he’s trying to make Pomni believe. He hurts the others, so she might believe him. But he didn’t want to hurt her. Not anymore. The only time he hurt her on purpose was when he felt like he needed to push her away. But otherwise? He has shown that he doesn’t see her as something to torment. Jax sees Pomni as an equal, a friend.
His words are hollow.

Even his reaction to Ragathas “accusing” him of making friends with Pomni was extreme. Initially his uncaring expression threw Ragatha off, but once she was eliminated you can see that this is the moment Jax realized he was going too far — far past even his own personal boundaries — in forming a bond with Pomni.

Jax was lying the whole time he tried to make Pomni believe he didn’t care. He used all his tricks. Deflected with jokes, brushed off the intensity of the situation, made fun of Pomnis attempts to befriend him, he even tried to make her push him away first with the traitor bit.

Actually, he seems to be obsessed with the whole bit thing, don’t you think? The archetypes.
He thinks that fitting into the role of the circus will help him survive.
As if trying to maintain humanity whilst being deprived of it causes abstraction.
So he picks the perfect role to extract himself of any sort of sincerity or responsibility.
The comedian.
He uses it as a shield even if it damages his relationship with Pomni. And he tries to use Pomni’s humorously chosen role to his advantage, to get her to leave.
Pomni’s prying would humanize him. He would be too open, too vulnerable, too human. He won’t be able to play his role anymore. Or use it to protect his sanity.

If he had nothing beneath his cruel exterior, he wouldn’t have to beg Pomni to stop looking.
Jax knows that if she keeps looking, if she helps him open up, if she pursues his friendship despite his protests, he WILL break, and he WILL show her who he really is. He can’t resist getting close with someone because he — like everybody else — needs a friend.
So he had to make her stop.
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Analysis of Jax in Episode 6 (spoilers)
I'll be sure to post Ragatha's analysis after this once I actually find the time to write it down. Jax just intrigued me first.
(This took me so much time sob)
No because we REALLY thought, we were really convinced, oh Ragatha could abstract, Gangle could abstract, etc
But no, we were all wrong, because in truth, the one who is the closest to abstraction, the one who's barely hanging onto his sanity, is Jax- because OF COURSE.
The person you least expect, the one who wants to hide it the most, the one who everyone basically perceives as a villain, and thinks nothing sticks to him and slides off of him like water on a duck's feathers
Which is ironic because that's exactly the persona he expresses!
I also know that a lot of us already kind of had this understanding that he pushes people away because any emotional connection is a possibility of getting emotionally attached and getting hurt-
but guys, GUYS, JUST LISTEN AAAA
This post does ramble on slightly near the end, but I make a pretty big (at least in my opinion) realization.
Honestly, when Pomni and Jax were having that argument near the end of the adventure, I could already tell something was up. He already looked really manic to me, practically grasping at straws and convincing her (and possibly himself...? Although it seems he already had convinced himself) that nothing matters, connections, other people don't matter, and everyone and the circus is just a game and toys for him to play with
Because as SOON as she shows connection towards him, calls them partners, friends, etc, he wants to push it away
(much like he physically pushed her away when she tried to hug him)
AND what's so great is after he pushes her away, he immediately goes from his discomfort to his usual grin- which is something we see A LOT in this episode (I do mention this a lot)
I can't even begin to explain how ecstatic I was about the way they unfolded this entire thing. It was done so perfectly, chronologically, and just-
chefs kiss
Let me explain
Already in the beginning, when they were first getting into the adventure, we got a CLEAR look into his mindset. Or at least the mindset he tries to project and put into practice.
None of this is real, plain and simple. Treating things as if they are still real holds you back. We get a perfect visual representation of this when Pomni is holding the gun, it's shaking in her hands, and as soon as he tells her to let loose, to stop being so realistic about it, she is easily able to use the gun, to a very cartoony and skilled degree.
He also puts himself into an "archetype," he's the funny guy, and the rest of the gang are also their own archetypes
(which by the way, he's organizing them that way because then he can have more detachment. They are simply personality types; they are characters in a game, hence it allows him to hurt, torture, mess with, etc.)
And I can't help but have this suspicion that him actually pointing out that Pomni hasn't "chosen" what type she is yet, what her "role" is, is him needing her to find a type so he can just as easily get detachment from her and see her as another character as well.
(Also, I think it's interesting they had her share the same face she has on her door, there's something there too- maybe-)
Because in truth, he WAS having fun with her, she was somewhat of a "friend," (but really she also was just entertainment), but he eventually DID need to separate himself; he wants to entertain himself with her and the others.
And now we Segway into the moment he says how everyone's just a toy for him to play with etc,
... I wanna dive more into what he says in that moment but I am running on straight up excitement to dissect everything as fast as I can while it's fresh in my mind.
This also makes me think about how this is a juxtaposition of the conversation Zooble and Gangle have, how Zooble says that "you're not his toy to play with, you're human- " and it actually gave me a different perspective on this attitude Jax had toward Gangle in this episode and the last one
In the last one, he questions if Gangle can feel happy without her mask, and how Gangle thinks hanging out with Zooble will change anything and make her happier- something he is avoiding (connecting with someone and making him feel any sort of joy from something other than someone else's suffering lol).
And then also he gets angry that she doesn't partner with him, and instead partners with Zooble.
I do think the comment about being his "toy" and himself directly describing everyone as his toys to play with and entertain him have a correlation
This part ... I'm admittedly struggling with defining and articulating, but I have this feeling that he's upset because in some way he's losing control, in a sense?
Speaking of losing control, I think this explains why he was so upset when he was put in a maid's dress.
The spirals in his eyes are similar to the ones he gets at the end of episode 6 while he's having that panic attack/short breakdown.
It's loss of control; it's HIM being the toy, being dressed up like a doll instead of the other way around.
But I digress
Zooble now being the wall between him and the biggest pushover in his eyes, the one he can jerk around indeed like a "toy," now making him lose something that can distract him from his eternal suffering?
Guys, I just think this is going to stir up something in the near future. The idea that he might just gain more pushback??
Like I said I'm having a hard time articulating this, but there's something there
Also, something something Ragatha being a doll?
Of course, this further highlights how she's different from Jax, wanting to do things for others while he wants others to do things for him. It's fascinating how this further highlights the parallels between these two.
He said it himself, she tries to help and be nice to everyone, be of assistance (hold onto a semblance of humanity, I may add,) and gets herself torn.
Of course, this post isn't about Ragatha, it's about Jax, yet I can't help but feel that they're very yin and yang, you can't have one without referencing the other, and how they correlate to one another (especially since they certainly have a history that is getting harder to ignore)
This analysis is starting to dwindle i realize- but now we are left with more questions, such as what connection did he have with Ribbit, and is it possible that's what caused him to get to this point?
And why does he have this hatred and resentment towards Ragatha, and is that connected to how she "failed" him
Also, yes, I should point out that his resentment towards her is confirmed and apparent, seeing how he shot her down and had this expression on his face, paired with heavy breathing
Actually, now as I'm typing this, Ragatha, in her conversation with Kinger, mentions the fear of Pomni changing and becoming distant/pulling away from Ragatha and her not wanting to be someone she talks to, the fear of being hated (I'm sort of paraphrasing here)
I can't help but wonder if this is a projection of what happened to Jax?
He changed, at one point or another, but he's suppressing whatever he is feeling, he's putting on a mask (like I said at the beginning of this post, we see this a lot - anytime he expresses a negative reaction, he quickly brushes it off and tries to focus back into his laid back attitude, just like he does after he shoots Ragatha)
Instead of falling victim to the patterns of what most do when near abstraction, he fights it and finds his own way to deal, own way to express and lash out. HE'S LITERALLY LASHING OUT. He's "coping."
We get a final view of this "mask" of him coping and putting on this persona at the end of the episode.
He has this full-on breakdown, forces himself to calm down and actively makes fun of himself, moreso degrades himself for behaving like that, and puts on a smile and waltzes back to his seat.
And unfortunately the others are blind to this (specifically Kinger and Ragatha as they have been in the circus the longest out of everyone and are oblivious for obvious reasons)
Although that theory is tough considering Ragatha still has this seemingly negative view of Jax to the point where she verbally does accuse him of trying to "corrupt" Pomni (and if my memory serves me correct he actually does have a reaction to that in the moment of going to shoot her, he doesn't like the insinuation it seems, this view of him being a villain)
He actually has the same reaction at being called the "bad guy" by Pomni earlier in the episode as well, quickly correcting her that he's the funny guy.
So obviously he doesn't like to be antagonized, but most definitely doesn't want to be seen as a victim either (when Pomni does try to point out in their argument that he's just scared etc, he is quick to say otherwise and is adamant about how he doesn't care about anyone)
Honestly, it was just so fascinating to see his complexity unfold and unravel in front of us.
We now get this completely different view of him-
And also, how this supposed coping mechanism of his is only hurting him more
His treating everything as unreal, as it's all just a digital world and nothing should be treated seriously, is only pushing him further into whatever unstable state he's obviously in.
I mean, honestly, thats a pretty sure fire way to make yourself go insane, convince yourself that nothing really matters? That's not going to lead you anywhere healthy- he thinks that by having that mindset, it will allow him to accept his fate easier, to play around and deal with things easier, but it's making things worse.
We were WRONG to think Ragatha or Gangle or whoever else you thought could abstract, because they're holding onto their humanity, their need for connection.
Gangle of course has Zooble- I never did think she'd abstract
But Ragatha? Of course, she's dealing with some emotional turmoil, but that's just it in the end, human experience, need for connection- she has insecurities and just needed someone to talk her through it, which Kinger did!
And Pomni, I'm sure, will continue to make steps toward being friendly to Ragatha
Jax made fun of Ragatha for it, but he's leading himself down a darker path, and it's hurting him.
Pomni was able to find comfort that the Digital Circus may not be so bad because she realized others could possibly care for her, who would miss her if she were to be gone-
Jax's refusal to accept this human experience of loss, degrading himself down to just being a purple digital rabbit, and nothing is of any importance?
Yeah, no wonder he's going insane. He's going about it all wrong.
I think there are a few other details I kind of want to nitpick, but this is the general idea of what I'm thinking up right now.
If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading- I want to hear more thoughts about this!!
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headcanon that the bat kids have a shared note on their phones called "shit bruce says that's technically not a lie but is INCREDIBLY misleading"
examples include:
bruce, calmly sipping coffee while covered in bandages: "the mission went fine"
bruce, after disappearing for 3 days: "i was busy with work"
bruce, to a socialite asking about his kids: "they're very well-behaved"
bruce, after alfred finds him testing potentially lethal tech on himself: "the chances of catastrophic failure are statistically insignificant"
and the latest addition, from last tuesday:
tim: "did you seriously tell superman you were 'mildly inconvenienced' when you had THREE BROKEN RIBS?"
bruce, not looking up from his computer: "three broken ribs IS a mild inconvenience"
jason, walking past: "to fucking WHO?"
bruce: "language."
jason: "TO WHOM, then, you absolute psychopath?"
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damian adds his own entry later that night:
"Father told me today that Grayson was 'somewhat enthusiastic' as Robin. This is the same Grayson who did a quadruple somersault off a skyscraper just to catch a hat that was blowing away from a civilian."
dick, reading over his shoulder: "in my defense, it was a really nice hat."
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*arguing about who is most robin-like*
Damian: robins reguarly fight to the death to defend their home. i am the most territorial, therefore i fit the bird mantle more accurately,
Tim, lazily: robins are also omnivores, so you’re out, you fucking vegan
Damian: i am vegetarian not vegan you utter-
Steph, googling: apparently robins are monogamous and mate for life. so. like.
Dick:
Steph: Dick’s out.
Dick: you’re mean.
Tim: this forum says that robins die really young and only really tend to live to like, five or six.
Dick:
Steph:
Damian:
Tim: …so…
Everyone: *slowly turns to look at Jason, who’s busy reading a book*
Jason: *looks back at them, incredulous*
Jason: oh come on- i’m not even a part of this debate, how am i STILL catching strays?!
Dick: we’re saying you’re the most robin like-!
Jason: FOR GETTING CAUGHT BY A PREDATOR.
Damian: oh god, i’ve already been Robin for two years. how long do you think i have left?
Jason: you guys are assholes
Tim: stop making everything about you Jason, Damian might DIE soon.
Jason: ?!?
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im sobbing
another part of the Jason and Damian meeting in the league AU’s is the more subtle parts of raising a child. not just the protectiveness, bodyguard and prince, keeping Damian safe and all that. but the other stuff, the simple stuff that although doesn’t seem like much at the time, probably ends up being the most important part of their relationship.
Jason taught Damian how to ride a bike. Damian had been trained to drive cars, pilot helicopters, charter plane courses and sail boats, but the simple fun of a two-wheel bike? Deemed unnecessary and useless by Talia. It was Jason that snuck him out of the compound one afternoon, over to one of the little villages lining the desert and trading stolen league supplies with a small family in exchange for their daughter’s bike that he then dragged over to an abandoned dusty track. Damian had scoffed at the time, thinking the stabilisers to be insults to his very honour.
“My balance is impeccable, ahki.” He’d snipped, watching the easy way Jason rolled his eyes, grinning as he bent down to loyally remove the extra wheels. He’d underestimated the difference between the bike and his other training, trying to set off and instantly slamming his legs down on the ground to stop tipping over, but he hadn’t been yelled at or mocked like with his other trainers. Instead, Jason had softly instructed him on how to use the pedals, shift his weight with the handlebars, and work the brakes. Then he’d promised that he’d hold the back of the seat for as long as Damian needed, only letting go when he gave the ok. Damian wouldn’t admit it, but one of his fondest memories from childhood had been on that road; dust hitting his legs and sweat beading on his face as the sun bore down on them, wobbly making his way down the track until he gained confidence and then demanded Jason let go. He still remembered the proud cheer Jason had let out behind him as Damian rode off without his help, even years later when he was in Gotham.
That wasn’t the only thing, either. Damian hadn’t really realised the true extent of what Jason had given him until he’d gotten to Gotham; little connections being made as memories came to the surface and he started realising ‘oh, Jason had done those things for him.’
There was a day where Dick dragged him and Tim to the park for ice cream, citing that it was sunny and they needed ‘fresh air’, a notion that Tim seemed majorly offended by. Still, they both allowed him to corral cones into their hand and lead them on a walk through the Gotham greenery. It was there that Damian had paused, eyes catching on the way a small boy was stood with his father on the grass, a spool of string in hand as they stared up at a colourful device flapping in the wind above.
“S’ called a kite, Dames.” Dick had explained gently, hand coming up to clap him on the shoulder. “I guess there probably wasn’t much opportunity to fly those back with Talia, huh? You know stores around here sell them all the time, it would be really fun if we got one and taught you to fly it.”
But Damian had only shook his head, carrying on down the path with a simple, “No. I have flown one before.”
Because he had; he could remember much clearer now the time that Jason had advocated for Damian’s place on one of his training hikes up the mountain, citing strength and endurance training in the wilderness. The air was flat down by the compound, strong winds more a sign of a sandstorm than any opportunity for fun, but up in the hills and cliffs of their hike the breeze was gentle yet firm, ideal for the activity. He remembered Jason waiting until they were completely secluded from the league before hunkering down and ripping up his camping gear, tearing into his tent and sun protection before cobbling together an at the time pathetic mess of wire, fabric, and bent tent poles. Looking back, Damian could recognise the lovingly crafted homemade kite Jason had made from them, but he only remembered complaining at the time, hissing and spitting about wasting time when Jason dragged him to a cliff edge and plopped him down on the edge, legs dangling as he then bracketed Damian in with his own legs, his hands covering Damian’s own much smaller pair as they clasped the wire connected to the ‘kite’ together. He’d slumped over time, letting himself lean back into Jason’s form and watching the fabric fly around in front calmly, Jason showing him how to make patterns in the air, and to this day Damian thought of those precious moments as the most relaxed and safe he had ever felt as a child.
He guessed it wasn’t until getting to Gotham and finding out what children were supposed to have, freedom and the room to grow rather than harsh training and responsibility, that he realised just how much Jason had given him back then, the experiences he’d prioritised creating, even over his own safety. Jason hadn’t had a tent that night, exposed to the elements and unable to fit in Damian’s with him. He hadn’t even blinked at the sacrifice, deeming it worth it.
“Father took me to see a pantomime today,” Damian murmured one night, the gentle silence of Jason’s safe house wrapping him up in that same sense of security and warmth that Jason always gave him. He kept looking out the window even as Jason hummed from the kitchen, cooking up some vegetarian dish from Sicily that Jason claimed he ‘just HAD to try’. It was often that would happen, Red Hood going on an international mission that demanded no contact with Damian for who knew how long, but every time without fail Jason would return with a new recipe and a tale about some local restaurant with a dish he ‘needed to make for you, Dames, honestly it’s a game changer’. Damian wasn’t stupid, he knew Jason didn’t normally eat vegetarian, but he could imagine so easily his brother taking time away from his dangerous cases just so he could find something to bring back for Damian, some way to keep them connected even when they were apart.
“Oh?” Jason encouraged him to continue, the soft sound of a knife hitting a cutting board backing him. “How was it?”
“…Not nearly as fun as the ones you used to put on.”
Jason laughed easily, Damian smiling slightly at the memories; shadows and nightmares keeping little Damian awake, too afraid to be alone. Jason would sneak past guards to slip into his room to keep him company, making stupid puppets out of old socks and ruined clothes and doing his best rendition of various plays and theatre that he could remember from outside the league. Staying up for hours even with harsh training or missions the next day, willingly sacrificing his own rest just to ensure Damian knew he could rely on him.
“I suppose I never thanked you,” He mumbled eventually, turning away from the window. Jason looked up and over at him with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Thanked me? I know I’m talented, but I don’t think my sock puppet rendition of ‘a streetcar named desire’ was that good.” He snorted. Damian only shook his head.
“For bothering to give me a childhood when nobody else would. If it were not for you, I am unsure I would have made it out of that compound still human. Thank you, for that.”
Jason went silent, the two staring at each other for a moment. There was a sense of comradery between them, some unknown emotion shining in Jason’s eyes as Damian bared his soul to the person he owed still having one to. Jason swallowed, one side of his mouth ticking upwards into a genuine soft smile.
“Yeah, well, you definitely kept me sane in there too, what with all the Lazarus bullshit. Ditto, or whatever.” He brushed off, snorting when Damian rolled his eyes at the emotional incompetence. “Oi,” He laughed slightly. “Shut up and drink your tea, food’s ready in five.”
Damian allowed it, turning back to the window and raising his mug to his lips. “Yes, ahki.”
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