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||•~Old Flames Part 3~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x reader  

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, harassment

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1, Part 2

It’s here part 3! I’ve been so busy with work this week I am absolutely exhausted! I'm so sorry for the wait on this one! I am trying to train myself to find writing a relaxing/de-stress task but I’m not quite there yet so its still taking a bit to get motivated to write. Thank you all so so much for the support and love I’m so excited and happy that people are enjoying my writing. Thank you to all the people who asked to be tagged!

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After your argument with Red Hood you start avoiding Jason like the plague and during this time you get closer with the mysterious stranger at work. Will Jason try to win you back or lose you forever?

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You had been miserable the last week. You were second guessing every decision you had made, had you over reacted? Maybe he would have told you eventually? No, he should have told you as soon as he found you. You couldn’t back down now. If he wanted you in his life he could come back on his hands and knees with some answers, any answers really.

The turmoil inside you was showing on your body in very noticeable ways, dark circles framed your eyes from restless nights, you hadn’t been eating well and your skin looked dull. You truly couldn’t care less about what you looked like you were trying to stay calm over the fact that you had just sent your best friend away, potentially forever, because of a moment of anger, you had to keep reminding yourself you deserved better than his lies, it didn’t make it any easier.

Work was surprisingly the only thing getting you through, at least here you could keep busy, chit chat with the old ladies that came in for their tea and coffee, you could ignore the stabbing feeling in your heart for the hours you were running around the store.

“Well, you look just about as crappy as I feel.” You look up from the benchtop you were wiping down and saw the handsome man from a few weeks ago, you recognised the same gorgeous green eyes, he was right, they looked as tired as yours did.

 “Having a rough week?” You let out a small chuckle at his exasperated sigh.

“You have no idea.” He stepped up to the bench leaning against it with his hip.

“Same as last time?”

This made him smile and there was a glint of mischief in his tired eyes, “You remember my order? Already?” He nods, confirmation of his order.

“You are a memorable person.” You shrugged and started brewing his coffee. “You know you still haven’t given me your name, I feel like I’m at a disadvantage!” you teased as your hand moved over your name tag.

“I don’t need that to remember your name darling, you’re quite memorable yourself. Plus, no Name just adds to my mysterious charm don’t you think?”

“Cute.” You look at him with one eyebrow raised. “But a name would be helpful, what am I supposed to put on the cup?” you joke with him almost effortlessly it felt like talking with an old friend it felt natural. It felt right.

“Fine if you need a name so bad,” he smirks, “its Ronaldo Fitzgerald”.

You roll your eyes and turn the cup to him, “Don’t know if that will fit on the cup.”

“mm” He hums in agreement nodding his head, “Well if you want a different name, you could go on a date with me some time.”

Your eyebrows raise and your lip’s part slightly, suddenly your mouth feels a little dry. You ponder his request for a moment, he was attractive enough, from the interactions you’ve had you seemed to get along pretty well. But it was still Gotham, you had to be careful. “Well, my shift finishes in a few minutes, if you stick around we can have some drinks and a little food?” you looked over to the wall, it truly had been great timing, five minutes left.

He smiled, a genuine smile, not a half smile, not his smirk, just a smile. “That sounds perfect darling, I’ll go take a seat.”

He walked over to a table while you had a quick chat with your coworker who was taking over. You quickly pack your belongings into your bag and make your way over to the table.

“I believe you owe me a name Mr..?”

“Oh, but does this count as a date?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“This is more like two friends having afternoon tea, not really romantic.”

“Is this you asking for a second date? Already? Better be careful, might start thinking you like me.” You laugh a little as your coworker places your favourite drink down on the table and you nod and thank them.

“of course, I like you.”

That took you by shock. “Why? You don’t even know me yet.”

“Well, I like what I’ve seen so far, and I’m sure I will like everything else.” There was such sincerity in his eyes it made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“You said that I look as bad as you feel, what’s happening in your life Mr mysterious?”

He leant back in the chair his arms up resting his head back into his knotted hands. “I kinda did something stupid and really upset a friend of mine…” his tone had an amused cadence to it but his physicality showed something closer to embarrassment, his relaxed posture turning ridged and a slight blush creeping onto his face, his eyes were glued to the ground.

“How badly did you fuck up?” you were curious, intrigued by how similar your situations had turned out to be, sipping your drink you watch him lift his head and press his lips together as they formed a thin line, and he almost pouted at you, he looked like a child being scolded.

“Pretty bad…I think I might have ruined our friendship.” He looked back down to the floor, and you watch him sigh deeply, “It was so stupid too I don’t know why I didn’t just talk to them…”

“Well how long have you been friends?”

“Ah-…that’s…also complicated.” He grimaced.

“You seem like a very complicated man.” A small chuckle escapes you.

“You have no idea. Anyhow, we were friends, honestly more like family since we were little kids but when I got a bit older things got…”

“Complicated?”

You see his body jerk a little and hear a quick exhale as he tried not to laugh. “Yeah, we ended up getting closer again but then I did this stupid thing and I think I lost them…”

“Well, I don’t know what you did but if I were the friend id just want you to apologise and explain the situation.” Were you projecting? Maybe? Was it still good advice? You hoped so.

He ran his finger across the back of his neck and rubbed at it sheepishly. “Yeah, I just haven’t had the guts to face them yet, they were always pretty scary.”

This made you laugh; a full-blown belly laugh that shook your entire body, the man in front of you looked like a body builder, was six feet tall, and was decked out in a leather jacket, everything about him screamed intimidating but here he sat scared to face his friend. You felt a little bad laughing at his expense, but it was all too adorable not too. After a few moments you hear his light chuckles.

“Yeah, I suppose it sounds a little silly.”

“No, no I’m sorry, it’s just, you,” You waved your hands in front of you gesturing at his entire body. “Being scared of someone is hard to imagine. In all seriousness though you should just go talk to them, the longer you wait the worse it will be.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right. Ill talk to them.” He looked at you with those eyes, those gorgeous eyes that reminded you of some lost fondness like remembering a childhood pet, and they were filled with determination.

The two of you spent the better part of an hour chatting before exchanging numbers and parting ways, you were so glad you accepted his offer it was the best date you had been on in a long time. As you looked down at your phone now holding his contact information you realised, he still hadn’t given you his name.

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After listening about how you mystery man was going to fix his issues with his friend you felt a heaviness overcome you, there were so many emotions mixed inside you, you felt as though you could drown in them, you were angry that he was going to fix his situation but Jason couldn’t come fix yours, you felt so much guilt about being angry but more than anything you were still just sad, you missed Jason perhaps more than when you thought he was dead.

You had to do something to distract yourself, so you made your way to your favourite bar. You are about five drinks in when the bartender pipes up starting to chat with you.

“Anymore and you might drown.” He teased.

“Thatss the point!” you hadn’t realised how tipsy you were getting but your slurred words gave you some clarity, part of you knew you should stop, leave and go back to home to sleep off the emotions but the other part of you won, the part that was filled with emotions and tears and Jason, the part of you that you wanted to drown out.

“Drinking your problems won’t fix em’”.

“No but it’ll make me forget them!” you happily chirped as you took another drink.

The bartender sighed and walked away. You sat at the bar and continued nursing drinks for a few hours and as you walked out of the bar you cursed yourself out, it was hard for you to walk straight and it felt like the sidewalk was spinning like a carousel, you placed a palm on the building next to you and dragged you hand over the cool bricks and cement trying to steady yourself.

You only make it a few blocks when you hear whistles and footsteps, a group of men cross the street, their eyes set on you, you beg your brain to move your feet faster and they do but in your intoxicated state you end up stumbling over your own feet.

“Hey sweetheart what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out so late?” one of the men shout from behind you and you can hear the others snickering.

You push yourself off the wall and start walking again, the throbbing in your temples was not helping you see straight.

“Hey! it’s not nice to ignore people little lady!” one of the men grabs you shoulder spinning you around to face them.

“I’m..jusst trying to go…home..” you stutter out and try to pull away.

“Why go home when you can have some fun with us darling?” the look on his face was downright malicious.

“Don’t call me that! jusst want to go home…please leave.” You were scared now the throbbing had turned to pounding now and there was so much pressure on your brain you thought your head might explode, this wasn’t safe but there was no way for you to get away from this.

“The lady wants to go home so why don’t you unhand her?” a new voice chimed in, it was one you recognised and as the group of men turned you saw the mystery man from the café, your date.

“How about you keep moving and mind your business, man.” One of the men stepped towards him, ready to, wanting to fight.

“Oh, you really don’t want to do that.” you café date was smirking as he shifted his stance ready to fight.

Before you knew it punches were being thrown and you were tossed to the floor by the man holding you, it didn’t help with the spinning. It was hard for you to focus on the fight all you knew was that the was a lot of cursing and groans, you catch glimpses through you spinning vision and it looks like the group of men were losing, it was incredible, a few were on the floor covered in blood and you watched as your date landed a hit right into one mans jaw, you swear you heard a crunch of broken bones. After an agonising few minutes your date was the last one standing, they had gotten a few hits in, his busted lip and bruises were already prominent as he walked over to you.

“What are you doing here…?” you slurred out as he pulled you up into his arms. “Stalking me…”

“More like saving you.” He softly grabbed you chin and moved you face left and right checking for any injuries. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head before you realised how bad of a decision that was the movement sends the world spinning again and you rest your forehead on his chest groaning loudly.

“Okay come on Darling lets get you home, where do you live?” when you didn’t respond he looked down and saw your closed eyes. “Oh god seriously? Fuck, fine come on then.” He groans and pulls you up into his arms as he carries you down the streets one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other tucked under your knees as he pulled you close to his chest.

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Really sorry I haven't gotten a fic out this week I've been flat out with work but it looks like I'll have a bit more time off this month and hopefully will be able to write some more. Old flames pt3 is in the works right now and should be released sometime this coming week! Thank you all so so much for your support so far! ❤️

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One of my favorite tropes is character with a nasty toxic personality who tries very hard to do the right thing anyway

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||•~Old Flames~•||

Masterlist

{Part 1} --  You find out Jason is dead and after Bruce fails to avenge him you take matters into your own hands, its three years after his death a mysterious man in a red hood wants to help you kill the joker.

{Part 2} --   You and Red Hood are working together to kill the Joker when he has a run in with Batman and Nightwing after which some big secrets are revealed. Will this change everything?

{Part 3} --  After your argument with Red Hood you start avoiding Jason like the plague and during this time you get closer with the mysterious stranger at work. Will Jason try to win you back or lose you forever?

{Part 4} -- coming soon

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||•~Old Flames Part 2~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Warnings: language

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1, Part 3,

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You and Red Hood are working together to kill the Joker when he has a run in with Batman and Nightwing after which some big secrets are revealed. Will this change everything?

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You were sitting on a rooftop with Red Hood crouched next to you, you were both scanning the building and streets for anyone who would have information on the Jokers whereabouts, the two of you had been doing this for weeks, it was getting exhausting.

“How does no one know where he is! He’s a fucking maniacal, deranged man in clown makeup he should be this hard to find!” You huff, standing and turning away. The exhaustion was getting to you, constant days on little to no sleep then working 12-hour days to pay for your actual life was starting to hit you like a truck.

“If you need the night off, I can handle it myself.” Red Hood states and turns his head to look at you over his shoulder.

You spin around to face him even more frustrated now. How was he just fine? He had been doing the same thing as you how was he not exhausted and angry too?

“No! It’s fine! We said we would do this together,” You sigh, “So we will find him together…”

“Listen sweetheart if you’re exhausted, you’re a liability. I’m not getting killed saving your ass because you are tired. Go home.” He asserted in his usual teasing tone but something in his voice was stern, you could sense how serious he was.

You sigh and let your head tilt back, looking at the sky as you take a deep beath.

“Fine. I’ll go home. Don’t have too much fun without me Red.” You smirk at him before walking away.

“No promises.” You hear him chuckle as you jump off the roof.

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You collapse onto your bed and groan at the pain in your muscles you weren’t sure how Batman did it he was probably thirty years older than you, as much as you hated Bruce you had to admit you were impressed.

You were sleeping wrapped up in blankets resting comfortably when you heard loud knocking on your door. Your eyes snap open, you were ready to kill whoever was on the other side for interrupting your rest, you drag yourself to your door and slam it open.

“What!?” You look up annoyed, quickly you step back and gasp a little shocked that Red Hood was standing there, you quickly moved to cover you face, but he walked in anyway.

“You think I know where you live but don’t know who you are? Think a little.” He snarled at you.

“What the hell is with the hostility and waking me up at some ungodly hour! What is wrong with you!” You shout, still annoyed by the interruption of your sleep.

“Wrong with me? Wrong with me, no. what the fuck is wrong with you!”

“What the hell did I do?! I WAS asleep!”

He whipped around and faced you, taking fast strides towards you backing you against a wall, he had a finger pointed at you.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were all buddy, buddy, with Batman!”

Your face dropped into a glare, and you shoved him, which did nothing since he was 6 foot of pure muscle but it was the idea that you needed to get across.

“I am not ‘Buddy, Buddy’ with him I despise the man, we just have…history…” You trail off not wanting to reveal anything. “How did you find that out anyway what the hell happened, I leave you alone for 5 hours!”

“I had a run in with the bat and a blue bird.” He smirked. Obviously pleased with himself for some reason.

Your glare now turned into a confused frown; Dick was back in town? You thought he was done with Gotham and Batman for good when he moved.

“Nightwing is in Gotham? Why?” You ask curiously.

“Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is they told me to stay away from you…” He stepped closer, pinning you against the wall.

“Oh? And this is staying away?”

“No, but why would I listen to them?”

You laugh and he pushes himself away from the wall and you.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to double cross me sweetheart.”

“The Bat and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on the whole murder thing. You and I do. I’m on your side Red. Now kindly get out the hell out so I can sleep?”

He nods his head opening your door and walking out, you lock it behind him. You knew Batman thought Red Hood was a threat but enough of one to ask Dick for help? You didn’t know what to make of that situation, your thoughts kept you up for the next few hours, you were still awake as the sun rose and your alarm blares at you, you sigh deeply, the action of dragging yourself out of bed just to spend hours at work was becoming more and more exhausting by the day.

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You were staring at the clock when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Oh! Hello! Sorry about that, how are you today?” You quickly snap out of your daze and put on your customer service smile.

You turn to face the person and lock eyes with, perhaps, the most handsome man you have ever seen, six foot, covered in muscle, black hair framed his chiselled face, his smoky green eyes locked with yours, they reminded you of someone but you couldn’t place who, you brushed the thoughts away.

“H-how can I help you today?” You cursed yourself for stammering and felt you face heat up slightly.

The man chuckles, “Its alright, just wanted a coffee?” He nods towards the expresso machine you were standing next to.

“Right! Ha… Sorry it’s been a long day.” That was true you had been here almost nine hours and it was almost the end of your day. You quickly jot down his order and start making it.

“So I haven’t seen you around before. You just trying out a new place or just moved around here?” You ask over the sounds of the coffee machine.

You watch him shift a little and run a hand through his hair. “I lived here when I was a kid, moved…abroad for a few years but have a bit of unfinished business in town.”

You giggled lightly, “’Unfinished business’ huh? That sounds ominous.”

“Oh haha no nothing bad just some family drama, we’ve all got some right?”

“That is very true.” You mutter, handing him his coffee. “Can I help you with anything else today sir?”

“No, no that’s all thank you very much…” He glances down at your name tag, “Y/n.” He pays for his drink and turns away before he walks out of the store he turns back and looks at you up and down taking you in. “I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He pauses, “Coffee’s delicious.” The ring of the bell sounds out through the shop as he leaves.

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Stepping out of the shower you sigh deeply, it had been such a long day and you were ready for bed, but you knew you had to go meet Red Hood, the two of you were so close to finding Joker you couldn’t give up now- your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. If Red Hood was on the other side, you were going to push him off a rooftop tonight. You were getting sick of his interruptions. Quickly wrapping a robe around your body, you stalk over to the door and swing it open.

“You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me R-” The door swings open and you gasp shocked at who is standing in front of you. “Alfred?”

“Miss y/n it has been a long time. Are you well?”

“Yes…yes I’m fine. Alfred why are you here?”

“I have urgent news… Master Bruce and Master Grayson they have found some…disturbing information.”

“And what does that have to do with me? Alfred, you know I want nothing to do with that man. Thank you for dropping by but I don’t care about anything that Bruce has found.” You grip the door, closing it.

“Miss its about Jason!” Alfred grabs the door and yells at you. You freeze on the spot, a horrified look on your face.

“What did you say?”

“It’s about Jason Miss. Bruce, he fought with the Red Hood, and he knew Bruce’s identity so… master Bruce ran some test on Red Hoods blood…it was a match…with Jason.”

You take a step back involuntarily.

“No. Alfred no that isn’t possible. Jason is dead.” Your voice was shaking.

“That is no longer the case Miss…”

The world around you starts swirling, your vision blurring as you stumble to lean against something. How was that possible? You saw his body Jason was dead. Jason was gone. Jason was…Red Hood? You snap back to reality and lock eyes with Alfred who looked concerned. You finally process his words. Jason’s blood was a match for Red Hood. He had been with you every night for months, and he hadn’t told you. Jason was Red Hood. You best friend had been keeping this from you for months. You were furious.

“Alfred thank you for telling me. Thank you for stopping by. But I need you to leave now. It was good to see you.”

He nodded, “It was good to see you too Miss, you deserved to know.” He left before you closed the door.

You rush around your apartment getting dressed. Running out of your door you hastily race to yours and Red’s meeting place, landing on the roof you are both overjoyed and furious to see him already standing there waiting.

“Hey sweetheart finally decided to show up on time?” He chuckles.

You take long strides over to him remaining silent the whole time.

“Sweetheart?”

You walk until you are inches away from him and you look at him shoving a finger right into his chest. “How. Fucking. Dare. You.”

“Ow, it was just a joke darling calm down its not my fault you’re always late-”

“NOT THAT!” There are tears filling your eyes threatening to spill out. “How fucking dare you not tell me that you were alive.”

“Uh, figured it was obvious since I ya know.” He gestures with both hands up and down his body. You hated that he was playing dumb, you hated him in this moment.

“JASON! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?” At this he steps back and sighs.

“Should have known Bruce would work it out. I thought you two were on the outs though so who blabbed? Dick? He always had a soft spot for you.” He turned away and looked out over the city.

“Really? That’s all you have to say right now? That is all you are going to say to me!?”

“What do you want me to say y/n?”

“I want you to explain why you didn’t tell me!”

“Because you didn’t need to know.” He snapped at you, the hurt on your face was impossible to hide, he looked away.

“I didn’t…need to know?”

“Yeah, you didn’t.”

You take a single step forward. “I didn’t need to know?!” The hurt was turning to anger, anger at Joker anger at Bruce anger at this goddam city it all combined into hatred for the man in front of you. “You came to me Red. You found me. You asked me to be your partner. You were the one searching for me and I didn’t need to know the man I spent every day with was my oldest friend? My best friend? A friend I thought was dead? How are you even alive? I saw your body Bruce showed me your body! You were dead!” The images of Jason’s battered body flashed through your head, and you tried not to start hyperventilating.

“Yeah well that’s because Bruce is an asshole.”

“No argument here! But that doesn’t answer anything!”

He stays silent.

“Take off the mask. If we are going to have this fight, I at least want to see your face.” You sneer.

“…No…”

You exhale almost a laugh, and the tears finally start dripping down your face. “So let me get this right. You aren’t going to tell me anything about how you are alive or why you didn’t tell me?”

He says nothing but nods.

“You watched me sit at your grave every single day and though I didn’t need to know you weren’t actually dead?”

Silence, it was deafening, you hated it you wished he would say something to you, anything, just wanting to hear his voice.

“Fine. Fine but this is it. I won’t be able to trust you after you kept this from me and if you don’t tell me anything, if you think I don’t need to know anything about how the hell you are standing in front of me right now, don’t ever talk to me again, don’t ever show up at my door again, don’t even look at me again. If you do this, I want nothing to do with you ever again. You didn’t have to lose me when you died but you will this time. You will have to live with the fact that I never want to see you again and it is your fault. So, I’m asking you, please take off the mask, or tell me something, anything. Help me understand why.” You plead desperately with him.

“…No.”

You close your eyes. “You know what the worst part is? We could have been friends again Jason. We could have been together again after all these years…all it would have taken was a few words… some kind of explanation… just you telling me who you were. Now you aren’t just losing me, you are making me lose you twice.” You walk to the edge of the rooftop before turning your head over your shoulder.

“You might as well be dead because my Jason never would have kept something like this from me... he never would have hurt me like this…”

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Hello people thank you very much for reading my fic I hope you enjoyed, quick little note yes, I am aware Jasons eyes are blue in most comic depictions but in the movie ‘under the red hood’ they are green and that is what this is heavily based on (and I personally like him with green eyes a little more). Anyway, let me know, what do you think Jason’s coffee order would be? I think long black or a latte.

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Almost finished!

Have started the draft of old flames pt2! Should be out in a few days thank you all so so much for the support!! ❤️

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Have started the draft of old flames pt2! Should be out in a few days thank you all so so much for the support!! ❤️

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I'm not sure if it's been asked before but what do you think that boys would lean more towards? A civilian or a vigilante?

For Dick, I always thought more so a vigilante since he's been so involved.

Jason, I'm never quite sure about.

Tim, I get the feeling he doesn't really care. But then again, I don't know as much about Tim.

And Damian, I usually go think of either a civilian or someone he grew up with in the League or something.

So I think, they would all date a civilian because deep down in their heart of hearts—they all want the quiet domestic comfort of an ordinary life.

That being said I do have some fun tropes for all of them.

So Dick…I think if we’re talking about college age Dick he could definitely fall in love with a student (ref to my miscommunication series haha) but also….Dick Grayson would fall in love with a villain. Because truthfully, he’s grown up with superhero’s who would make the sacrifice of their loved one to save the world. And he understands that. But to have someone love him so much that they would risk the world to see his smile. It’s toxic, but he’s never felt more loved in his entire life.

Jason would fall in love with a civilian no doubt. He needs that gentle hand of mundane to guide him, to coax him to eat on time, to do the laundry, to not obsessively clean, to get him to therapy. The truth is Jason Todd didn’t feel like himself until he met you.

I think Duke would like a civilian but tbh he’d prefer a hero. It’s sort of the same type of thing as dating a co-worker. You can comfort each other in the morning and inspire each other for the day. Plus you’ll be with each other all the time.

Tim will date anyone. He’s not picky, as long as they’re kind, like coffee and don’t abuse him. Honestly the bar is so low it’s in hell.

Damian would date someone from high school, or like a childhood friend. So 80% civilian leaning.

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||•~Old Flames Part 1~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x reader  

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Warnings: mentions of death, language, dead body(gore? I guess a little)

Word count: 2.4k

Part 2, Part 3, 

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You find out Jason is dead and after Bruce fails to avenge him you take matters into your own hands, its three years after his death a mysterious man in a red hood wants to help you kill the joker.

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You happily wandered up to the gates of Wayne manor and pressed the little call button. “Alfred it me! Can you let me in?” you talked towards the speaker imbedded into one of the columns, they didn’t open, that was strange Alfred would always open the gates immediately, everyone in the manor knew you, you were Jasons best friend you were practically attached at the hip Bruce and Alfred thought it was cute even Dick had made some jokes to the teenagers about how they looked like they were a couple.

“Alfred?” you question and press down the call button again, after a minute the gate slowly swings open and you walk through thinking it was weird how long it took and that Alfred didn’t say anything to you, he would always say hello, you brushed it off perhaps he was just especially busy today, you quickly walked up the driveway excited to spend some time with Jason.

When you reached the doors of the house, they were already open, and Bruce stood there looking somber. You frowned, everything about this visit was strange but you didn’t understand why, in truth you didn’t really care you were just excited to see Jason.

“Hey Bruce, I’m here to see Jason!” You smiled at the older man happily.

“I’m sorry Y/n he isn’t here…” There where so many emotions on Bruce’s face it was impossible for you to read.

"Um okay? When is he getting back? Is he out on-” You cut yourself off, Bruce despised the fact Jason had let their night time adventures slip to you. “business...?"

“No he left and he isn’t coming back y/n…” Bruce was lying. Kids on the streets of Gotham picked up a lot of skills, knowing how to, and when people were bullshiting was probably the most important.

“You’re lying to me. Where is he Bruce?” You were starting to get concerned now, Jason never missed a chance to hang out with you and he would never leave without you. You knew that as a fact. You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone in this hell more than you knew you needed oxygen to breath.

Alfred appeared in the doorway behind Bruce, he looked miserable, like he had been crying? You hated that you were only a teenager, considerably shorter than the two grown men in front of you, forcing you to look up, it felt like you were being scolded by a parent or a teacher.

“Come on this isn’t funny where is Jason?” A small frown started pulling at your features.

Alfred and Bruce shared a look and Alfred nodded at him whispering something into his ear, you couldn’t make it out completely, but it sounded close to ‘she needs to know’.

“Know what? What do I need to know? Is Jason okay!?” You were becoming frantic now, your head craning to look into the manor hoping you would see him standing there pulling another stupid prank on you, you saw nothing.

Bruce sighed deeply and closed his eyes trying to hold back tears. “He’s gone y/n…I told you he’s gone…”

“No! He wouldn’t leave Gotham without telling me!” You walked forward trying to push past Bruce, shoving your shoulder into his ribs, he grabbed you and pulled you back effortlessly.

“He didn’t leave Gotham.”

“Then how is he gone? You aren’t making any sense Bruce.” I look up at him confused, I glace at Alfred hoping he would clear up what was happening, but he was standing there, tears welling up in his eyes, a finger pressed to his nose as he sniffled.

“What happened? Is he hurt?” You look up frantically.

Bruce shook his head and looked like he was trying to find the right words. He was closing and opening his eyes, sighing, and looking around uncomfortably, this was so strange you had never seen him like this he was always just Bruce Wayne the put together cool calm and collected CEO, you’d never seen this man before, he looked…scared?

“Jason is…dead.” His voice was shaking, with pain or fear you weren’t sure, maybe both?

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t breathe it was like every drop of air was ripped from the planet. Jason was dead? No he couldn’t be this was a cruel joke it had to be. Your wide eyes, filled with shock lifted and saw Alfred shedding tears.

“No. No he isn’t. This isn’t a funny joke, Bruce.”

“Y/n I’m not joking… I wish I was joking.” He sounded so defeated.  

“No! you have to be joking because he can’t be dead! He’s a teenager Bruce he can’t be dead he has a life to live!”  

“He is gone y/n. He died.”  

“NO! Stop saying that he isn’t dead! You’re just a liar!” you screamed at him loudly, your face was wet and hot, when had you started crying? There was a ringing in your ears, and you felt like you couldn’t catch a single breath.  

You try to shove past again and again Bruce hold both your shoulders.  

“Y/N! STOP IT. HE ISNT IN THERE BECAUSE HE IS DEAD.” Bruce was screaming just as loud as you, it made you flinch.  

“Master Jason is dead Miss y/n…I’m so sorry…” Alfred finally spoke.  

That was it. You felt your heart snap, the world stopped moving, that was the moment a part of your soul died, April 28, standing in front of the Wayne manor, being told Jason Todd, your oldest closest friend, was dead.

“How…?”  

It was Bruce who flinched now.  

“How?” there were tears rolling down you face in a constant stream, your breaths shuttering, two quick inhales before a shaky exhale. “How Bruce!”  

“The Joker…” He trailed off not giving any more information.  

“Show me.”  

“No Miss you shouldn’t see!” Alfred quickly cut in.

“Show. Me.” You weren’t sure if it was the desperation in you voice, of the devastation on your face but Bruce turned into the hallway.  

“Follow me…” Bruce sighed.  

“Master Bruce, do you think that is wise?” Alfred quickly grabbed his shoulder.  

“If she wants to see, she deserves to see, she knew him better than we did…” Bruce walked through the halls, and you followed his hastily.

Knew, did, it was strange to hear someone talking about him like he wasn’t here anymore, he wasn’t, you reminded yourself.  

As you entered the Batcave Bruce approached a large metal table, a sheet was covering something on top of it, it was soaked with red and brown stains, your feet faltered as you saw it, you mind was telling you, screaming at you to turn away to run and never ever look back. But you had to see, you needed to know what happened, so you slowly approach, your movements were slow and hesitant like how you would approach a cat. When you reached the table Bruce grimaced and pulled the sheet off, he looked down sadly at the boy on the table and you gasped loudly. Your eyes widen and you try to scream but your voice cracks, all that comes out is a loud strangled noise, your knees gave out and you dropped down, clinging to the table, to Jasons dead body.  

His body was in terrible shape, he had been taken out of his robin suit, his chest was bare, dark purple bruises covered a majority of his skin, broken bones poked at his flesh at odd angles, cuts that were covered in blood, most of his skin was burnt, fried would be more accurate, you could tell where his suit stopped some of the fire damage, he didn’t even look like a person anymore, the image would be burnt into your mind forever. Your head was resting against his chest as you clung to his body desperately, violent sobs causing your entire body to shake, you held him tight praying that this wasn’t real but as you turned your head to look at his busted face, you knew he wasn’t waking up.  

You had seen Jason in a rough state pretty regularly, growing up on the streets of Gotham he got into a lot of fights, you and him sitting in the fire escape patching up his split lip, black eyes and bruised knuckles was a casual Tuesday and you turned you head again not being able to bare the sight of him like this, you pressed your face against his torso and closed your eyes tight. You could fix this. Not this time…he was gone, your rock, the person keeping you sane in this crazy city was lying in front of you dead, how could you go on?  

Alfred walked up to you, rubbing your back softly and he glared at Bruce. “Come, miss, lets get you away from this terrible scene…” Alfred gently tried pulling you to your feet but you yank your arm away from him and angrily lift your head, standing by yourself. You looked at Bruce with such hatred and anger, pointing at Bruce you started screaming.  

“This is your fault! If you hadn’t made him robin he would still be here!” you were berating him and he just stood there and took every word.  

“You let this happen! How did you let this happen you were supposed to take care of him! You were supposed to protect him!” you couldn’t even cry anymore there was only anger, fury. Hatred. You hated Bruce, you hated Gotham and more than anything you hated the Joker.  

“You kill him Bruce. You kill the bastard who did this or I will.”  You walked right up to Bruce and shoved his chest.

“Do you understand me Mr Wayne? You fucking kill that bastard.”  

Bruce nodded he seemed just as angry at you, “I am going to kill him.”  

“Promise me. Promise me and Jason that you will kill him Bruce, swear it.”  

“I swear, I will kill the Joker.”  

“Good.” You stormed out of the Batcave fighting not to look back at his body, you couldn’t feel anything you were completely numb, it was like your heart had died along with Jason, you couldn’t even cry anymore.

  ∞∞

It had been a year since Jason’s death, and you had visited Jasons grave every single day, today was different, you arrived at the grave to find Bruce standing there talking.  

“I can’t kill him Jason I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”  

You were furious. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t kill him. You promised me Bruce! You owe that to your son!” you rush up behind him screaming. He quicky whips around.  

“Y/n I-”  

“No Bruce. You made a promise, to me. To him!” I point down at Jason’s grave.  

“I can't! He managed to get diplomatic immunity if I killed him, it would start a war!” He quickly defended himself.  

“I don't care. Bruce, I told you if you don't kill that bastard I will.” You walk to the grave and place down the flowers you were carrying before turning to walk away, Bruce quickly grabs your arm.  

“Y/n you are 16 if you kill him, they will charge you as an adult, you would be throwing away your life!”  

“What life Bruce?! My life ended when you let that man kill Jason, if I killed the Joker, they won't arrest me they’d give me a fucking medal.” you yanked your arm away.  

“I would arrest you.”  

Your eyes widen with shock and amusement. “You would arrest me for doing the job you didn't have the balls to do yourself? Why am I the only one who wants to avenge Jason? I told you what would happen if you didn't kill him. What happens next is on you too Bruce.” I walk away from him.  

∞∞  

You spent the next two years training, building up you skills so that you could finally kill the Joker, he had been back in Gotham a few months now and you were getting antsy, he had spent a lot of the second year in Iran, using his diplomat status to hide from batman, probably still thought he was after him, but as the third year rolled around he started dropping back into Gotham, six months of visits and no Batman, guess he decided he was safe again. How wrong he was. It wasn’t just you that was after him now, apparently there was a new guy in town going by Red Hood and apparently, he hated the clown just as much as you did.    

You are on your nightly hunt, you needed to find the Joker, but the coward was good at hiding, you had been out every night this month looking for him, you almost got him a few weeks back, but the Bat had swooped in a ruined everything as usual, he scared the Joker back into hiding. So tonight, there you were crouched down on a rooftop scanning the city for any sign of him.  

Whoosh…thud.

You heard someone land behind you and you turned ready for another lecture by the Bat but as you faced him you were met with a stranger, a tall man, easily 6 foot and he was strong, his tight suit hiding none of his muscles, a red helmet shielding his face.   “So, you’re the Red Hood? You’re getting pretty infamous around here you know?”  

He chuckles his voice is deep almost familiar, but you chalk it up to sleep deprivation.  

“I’ve been looking for you sweetheart, heard you and I hate the same sad clown.” He takes a step towards you.  

“Yeah I’ve heard the something similar. What’s your problem with him?” You pry.  

“Personal.” He seems annoyed, “What about you darling? Why does such a pretty girl want to kill a man?”  

“Personal.” You snap back at him, if he wasn’t going to talk neither were you. He chuckles again darkly.  

“I think you and I could work together to eliminate a mutual annoyance don’t you think sweetheart?”  

“I don’t work with a partner.”  

“You have to know how good I am though, and I am going to kill the Joker, I imagine you would rather help than let me do it myself.” you could hear his smirk through the mask.  

“Fine. We can kill the clown together…” He was right, you had worked to much, fought to hard to let some new guy take the victory. He walked closer to you holding his hand out.

“So, we kill Joker and part ways?” He held his hand out.

You nod taking his hand and shaking it, “We kill the Joker and part ways.” You agree.

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 Hi Guys so this is my first new fic not a reupload, this is going to have another part or two thank you for the support! I am working a full time job doing like 50 hours a week but ill try and get something out each week<3

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||•~All Too much~•||

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x reader

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Warnings: Child death, gunshots, hostage, panic attack

Word count: 1.9k

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Dick has moved to Bludhaven and has become a cop, your partner, you are the best negotiator in the precinct that means you and Dick get the most stressful jobs. One day a job goes wrong, how will you handle it? Will you crumble? Will anyone be there to pick up the pieces?

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"Grayson! L/n! Hostage, gunpoint. 8 19th street, apartment 22, units need backup! And a negotiator.” Your chief steps out of his office and yells at you and Dick, you look at each other and jump up from your desk. Dick grabs his jacket off of the desk and you both start rushing out of the building towards the car.

“You know being your partner sucks L/n.”

“Wow Dick thanks.” you buckle your seat belt as Dick reverses the car.

“No I’m serious.” Flipping the lights and siren on the car speeds out of the lot, “I mean you being the best negotiator Bludhaven has means you and by association, me, get the most stressful jobs.” Dick rants as he drives towards the address.

“Sorry that I’m good at my job??” Dick pulls up to the street and slows down to park behind a line of other police vehicles.

You open the door and step out just as the car stops. You find the officers already there have a megaphone and are yelling to let the hostage go.

You run towards them and grab the closest officer and turn him to face you with an irritated expression.

“Details.” You demand, as Dick walks up behind you and recognition flashes over his face. Without hesitation he starts listing off things.

“Nick Douglas, 47, we bused him for position of illicit substances and armed robbery about a month ago, just broke out and is holding a hostage at gun point.”

“He just walked into a random apartment and pulled a gun out on someone?” Dick asked prompting more details,

“Uh no sorry Sir, this is his apartment.” The officer babbles.

“So then who is the hostage??” you ask.

“His daughter. 12, Lilian Douglas. She was home alone when he came back, neighbours called it in.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dick says running his hand through his hair.

You walk over to the officer with the megaphone and take it out of his hand.

“Nick! Can you come to the window please? We just need proof of life and we can arrange something okay?” you look up to the window as the curtain is pulled over to one side and Lilian in standing there, shaking with puffy red eyes from crying. Nick soon appears behind her and slides the window up just enough for him to shout down.

You glance of at Dick and he shakes his head, he is using his daughter as a shield, if anyone fired, they would hit Lilian.

“Okay Nick we are going to come up okay?”

“NO! He grabs Lilian and steps away from the window.

“OKAY! Okay! Just me alright? How about that? Just me goes up?” he looks down at all of the officers and nods slowly.

“Just you!”

You place the megaphone in an officer’s hand and walk towards the entrance. As Nick steps back into the apartment.

“Y/n!” Dick runs up behind you and grabs your arm. You turn to look at him.

“Dick this is kinda time sensitive-“

“You know the drill.” He places a radio into the back of your belt.

“It’s not the drill it’s your drill.” If things get bad, turn on the radio. Then he knows if he needs to step in.

“Yeah well how many times has my drill saved your ass?”

“Fine okay I have to go.”

“I know just be careful.” He lets you go, you flash him a smile.

“I’m always careful Grayson.”

“Careful my ass…” he whispers under his breath.

As you climb the stairs your heart races. No matter how many times you did this, it was stressful, someone’s life, a child’s life, was in your hands.

You reach the apartment.

“Nick, its me, can you open the door?”

You hear a click and the doorknob twisting before the door is pulled open. Nick is standing in front of you with the gun still on Lilian.

“Are you armed?” he yells at you.

“Nick please stay calm. Yes, I’m armed.”

“Please help me…” Lilian is crying begging you to help her.

“It’s going to be okay.” You aren’t sure who you are directing that comment at.

“Give me your weapons.” Nick demands.

“I can’t do that Nick.”

“GIVE ME YOUR DAMN WEAPONS! OR I’LL SHOOT HER. I WANT YOUR WEAPONS!”

“Okay. Alright. Here.” You hold one hand up and the other goes to your hip, pulling your gun out of its holder, you bring your hand back more and flip on the radio. You raise your hand up before lowering your body to the floor never letting your eyes leave his. You stand back up.

“Okay. Nick hey just put the gun down okay? We can do this peacefully. Just put the gun down and let Lilian go.”

“No.” he pulls Lilian further into the apartment.

“You did this for a reason, what do you want Nick?”

“I want to leave. Drop all the charges and we can all leave okay? How’s that sound?”

“We can’t do that Nick… Maybe we can cut your sentence down, but we can’t give you a free pass.” You speak calmly with your hands up, Nick switches between pointing his gun at you and at Lilian. Lilian is standing there shaking and crying mumbling to her father begging him not to hurt her.

“If I don’t get out of here free, she doesn’t get out at all-“

“NICK DON’T-“

BANG

Seconds after the gun goes off there is a thud and Lilian drops to the floor. You try to hold back a scream and you look up to him, he is ready to pull the trigger again, this time the gun is aimed at you, you drop to the ground and move behind a wall. You can hear yelling about the gun fire outside and hear footsteps pounding up the stairs as Nick starts to fire his gun at the wall. You throw yourself away from the wall and put your hands in front of your body trying to shield it from any bullets.

You see six officers rush up the stairs and open fire at him, suddenly all the noise stops and there is only ringing in your ears. You feel a hand on your shoulder, you flinch away, your head shoots up to see Dick, your body relaxes as he helps you to your feet.

“You hurt?” he questions in a stern voice. You shake your head and whisper no.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

Dick’s hand rests on you hip and the other on your shoulder, as you walk down the stairs you turn your head looking into the apartment, looking at the scene made you tear up and turn your head onto Dick’s shoulder.

There is an ambulance waiting outside of the building, Dick leads you to it and sits you down in the back.

“I’m fine…” You insist as the medics check you.

You look up and see the Chief walking over, you stand shaking.

“L/n sit down!” you do.

“You are going to take the rest of the week off okay?”

“Chief I’m oka-“

“Rest of the week off and when you come back if you think you need a psychological evaluation after that week you go get one.”

“Sir I really think she should-“Dick cuts in looking very worried.

“Miss L/n has seen a lot of cases like this and has managed to recover just fine. If she thinks she needs one she will come talk to me. Correct Miss L/n?”

You look up and nod. “Yes Sir. I understand.”

“Good. Get Grayson to take you home.”

After a silent car ride to your apartment, Dick walks up with you and asks if you want him to stay. You insist you are fine and just need to be alone. He unwillingly leaves.

∞∞

“If I don’t get out of here free, she doesn’t get out at all-“

“NICK DON’T-“

BANG

 “NO!” you jolt awake gasping, tears run down your checks. You push yourself into a sitting position on your bed and rest your head in your hands, trying to take calming breaths. After a few minutes you take a deep breath and lean your head back onto your headboard with your eyes closed. You look over to your nightstand and your clock reads 12:17am.

Before you can stop yourself, memories from todays events run through your mind and they bring you to tears.

It only gets worse, you are struggling to breath and as much as you try to calm yourself down it doesn't help, your heart races and you start sweating. You reach a shaky hand over to you phone, yank the charger out and press call.

"Hello? Grayson." It sounded like he was wide awake but you didn't question it.

You struggle to form words, all that comes out is strained crying.

"Y/n?? What's wrong?? What's happening?"

"H...el...p."

"Okay hey, shh it's okay what's happening?"

"P...an...ick..attac..." At this point you are only trying to suck air into your lungs.

"Okay. Alright. I'm coming over right now okay? Just stay on the phone with me." You hear a car door slam and a engine start up.

"Y/n I need you to breath."

Wow I wish I had thought of that.

"Deep breath in." You take a shaky breath.

"And let it out." You exhale trying to calm down.

Dick repeats this for almost 3 minutes until you can breath again.

"I'm almost there." He says softly

"You live like ten minutes away how are you 'almost here'??" You frown.

"I... may or may not have broken a few... speed limits." He chuckles.

∞∞

You hear a knock on your door, you stand and move slowly to the door.

"Hey Dick..." As soon as you open the door he engulfs you in a hug. You are a bit shocked.

"You scared the shit out of me..." He pulls back and you walk into the living room.

"I'm sorry..." You sit down on your couch and look absent-mindedly look out the window.

"Y/n talk to me." He sits next to you and puts a hand in your shoulder.

"She's dead... And it's my fault..." You look at him with tears threatening to spill out, again.

"Y/n don't. It isn't your fault-"

"It is! I could have done better I should have done it different! She would be alive if I had done more! She would have had a future, a life and now she is just...gone..."

Dick pulls you against him, you wrap your arms around his neck and just cry, you rest your head on his chest and sit there sobbing. He moves his head and places his chin on your head.

Dick spends almost 20 minutes just holding you and whispering reassurances to you before you have exhausted your tears.

Neither of you move, you both sit there, holding each other.

"I'm sorry..."

He moves his head and looks down at you.

"Why are you sorry??" He pulls back and looks at you.

"Sorry I woke you up in the middle of the night... And made you drive here... And that you saw me being this pathetic...and for this." You move forward and kiss him, he doesn't pull away instead he kisses back, not a heated kiss, a soft gentle, sweet kiss.

He pulls away bed he places his hands on your face and makes you look at him.

"You are not pathetic. You're human. It's okay to need someone. I'm happy the someone you chose was me. I would gladly get woken up every night and drive here to comfort you. And that. Was amazing. Honestly I'm about to be the pathetic one but I have been wanting to do that since the first time we worked together."

You laugh and pull him closer.

"My hero."

He laughs too.

"I'm whatever you need. Whenever you need me."

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||•~Always saving me~•||

Tim Drake (Red Robin) x reader

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Warnings: Mature Language, violence, abuse

Word count: 2k

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Life is hard to balance when you live in Gotham. As you deal with your home life your grades begin to drop jeopardising your scholarship and your future until a hero comes to your rescue.

Italics: Internal thought

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“You sstupid whore. Whys can’t you just be fucking useful.” the words were slurred Slap.

You flinch away from the scene as you hold your head down and pray for this to be over soon.

“Why the fuck is you sstill here?! Why you not at school!”  He whips around to face you while he yells.

With a bottle in hand he looked like a mess, his hair and clothes dishevelled, and he looked like he was about to pass out, your mother was grasping the side of her face curled up on the floor. He takes a step towards you and in response you step back. He stops.

“You fucking running bitch?” He throws the bottle towards you, you try to doge, but you are too slow, it hits you on the side of your face just below your eye.

“Please don’t hurt her, she needs to get to school please she doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Your mother quietly says as she stands.

She nods her head towards the door and as he turns to sit on the couch you walk out of the door calmly.

Once you reach the door and close it gently behind you, you hear more yelling and a tear rolls down your cheek where you can feel swelling. Glancing down at your watch you realize how late you are and start sprinting.

This was it. This was your entire future, Gotham Academy, you were granted a scholarship last year when you had come up top of your year level, graduating from this school would guarantee you a future but what the school board hadn’t counted on was how your grades would slip from straight A+’s all the way down to barely scraping by with C’s, they hadn’t counted on you being late almost every second day, they hadn’t counted on you not even showing up some days. They hadn’t counted on you falling so far behind you could barely sit through a class.

And you hadn’t counted on your mother losing her job. You hadn’t counted on her needing to have three new ones. You hadn’t counted on needing to get multiple jobs for yourself. You hadn’t counted on her getting a new boyfriend who could definitely win partner of the year award. You hadn’t counted on your life falling apart just as it was coming together.

And that was your last thought and you burst through the classroom doors and it was 38 pairs of eyes on you and one very pissed off teacher.

“I’m so s-“

“That will be quite enough Miss L/n please report to the office.” Your teacher looked frustrated and almost disappointed, the entire class was snickering at you except for one Mr Tim Drake who simply looked at you. Dropping your head, you pull your bag up onto your shoulder and walk out of the classroom.

Walking down the halls you know this is it, you turn a corner, this is going to be the last time you walk down this hall and there you are, the office, literally, your end.

∞∞

“Miss L/n your behaviour this year has been utterly appalling. You have been granted a scholarship on the grounds of your outstanding behaviour and grades in past years.”

The office is filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves on the left and right side of the room, they were mostly full of folders in unorganised colours and small trinkets and loose paper. A small desk sat in the middle of the room with the same amount of clutter and even less organisation.  With two seats on one side and a larger one on the opposite side of the table.

The principle sat in this chair, a thin older man, with brown hair, turning grey at the roots wearing a grey suit and red tie.

Standing to his side was the vice principle, a larger woman with blonde hair tied into a tight bun at the base of her neck, her skin was visibly sagging under her layers of make-up. A burgundy blazer was fitted over a white blouse. She nodded at the principle.

“Yes that’s very correct it is a disgrace to our reputation and yours. You should have some self-respect.” She almost gasped in a very judgmental high-pitched voice.

“That’s correct.-“

“Please, I need this scholarship, please I can improve my behaviour please Sir-“ you beg tring your hardest not to tear up.

“Miss L/n I assume you understand where this is going? We have had multiple meetings with you and your mother, and you have promised you would improve but if anything you have gotten worse!” the principle shakes his head.

“We are revoking your scholarship and you shall no longer be permitted to attend Gotham Ac-“the vice principle is interrupted by a knock on the door before there is a click and it is pushed open to reveal Tim Drake.

Everyone stilled as he stood there in his uniform with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Hello Sir, Ma'am.” He nods to everyone and steps forward, pulling out the chair next to you.

You were in shock. Tim Drake, THE Tim Drake, in line to be CEO of Wayne enterprise, top of his class, magnet for gold digging bitches, Tim Drake. Just walked into your meeting. While you were getting expelled. You had never been this embarrassed…

“Mr Drake what are you doing in this meeting? This is awfully rude.” The principle questioned

“I’m well aware and I’m so sorry Sir but I feel I can help this situation.” Tim continued and shoot you a smile before turning back to the principles.

“I understand the situation and feel I am able to be of assistance to Miss Y/n. I propose that Miss Y/n and I are given one study lesson each day and I can tutor her, help her catch up on her classes until she is back up to speed.” His face is steady and cool.

“I don’t think I can give you off an entire lesson each day Mr Drake! How about after school tutoring.” You panic knowing you won’t be able to make it… Tim glances over to you and sees the look of dread wash over you.

“I uh can’t do after school, I have some extracurricular activities that I already have commitments to.” Tim tries to convince the principle.

“I don’t think so Mr Drake. It’s a very kind offer but-“you interrupt him.

“I um- excuse me if it would be alright with you and Tim uh Mr Drake, we could use home room?” You finally find your voice,

“I think that’s a fantastic idea what do you think Sir?” Tim smiles and looks from you to the principle. The vice principle looks like she is about to explode with frustration, you can feel the hatred radiate from her.

“I agree I think that is a great idea Miss Y/n.” The principle gives a gentle smile “But Y/n this is the last time. The very last time.” You feel like you can breathe for the first time in years.

“Thank you so much Sir I won’t let you down!” you are beaming.

∞∞

“Hey, Y/n…” you put down your book and look over to him. He lifts his head and looks to you.

“why are we here?”

“What do you mean? I suck at school and you saved my ass remember??” you laugh.

“Not what I mean. I saw how amazing you used to be, what happened?”

Your smile drops for a second, a barely noticeable second, before you smirked and looked over to him. You were going to do something terrible… and he was going to hate you… he had been so kind and sweet and literally saved your ass…please don’t hate me Tim…

“Eh I just don’t care. Its school, who cares? I mean Gotham sucks half of us are going to end up on the streets eventually so why not speed up the process? You kinda stuck your neck out for nothing. But thanks anyway.” You shrug look at him and start to walk away.

Tears well up and threatened to fall as soon as you were out of sight you lent up against a wall and cried. He couldn’t be involved with your life, involved with you, you couldn’t let him get hurt.

I’m so sorry Tim… I’m sorry…

 ∞∞

 “You dumbass! You can’t even stay in a damn school why are you so useless!” he is screaming and throwing glass and plates against the walls and you finally snap. He is there screaming and throwing everything and drunker than most people could handle and that was the moment you snapped. Your mother wasn’t there to get hurt and you couldn’t hold it back.

 “WHY DON’T YOU JUST SHUT UP?! HMM? HOW ABOUT THAT?”

 “YOU SELFISH BIT-“

“NO. OH NO YOU DON’T GET TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME YOU ASSHOLE. YOU ARENT MY DAD AND YOU ARE A BARELY FUNCTIONIING HUMAN AND YOU THINK YOU GET TO JUDGE ME? TELL ME HOW TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU ARE DESTROYING?” Your heart drops when you process what you just said and you feel your breath stops in your lungs and you started shaking.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Run.

You don’t even think you throw yourself at the door and started fiddling with the lock trying to open it after you finally got the door open you slammed it shut behind you, it doesn’t buy you much more time you can hear his footsteps racing behind you, down the stairs and out of the building. No one even batted an eye. It’s the narrows, people die, children die. People don’t care. You were about to be one of those people. As you bust out of the door you slam right into someone and fall to the ground.

“Watch where you are going kid!” the yell as they continue to walk away.

You scramble to your feet but its too late, he is there, as you find your feet, he grips the back of your shirt and yanks it back so hard your head is whipped back into his chest.

“I told you I’m going to kill you bitch.” He whispers into your ear.

“Sorry but I really can’t let you do that.” A thump is heard from behind you and suddenly you are back on the floor surrounded by the sound of fighting, punching and groans. You sit there frozen, watching the fight in front of you.

After three minutes that feel like they stretched over days the fight ended with your hero standing over your stepdad. Red Robin. As you try to stand you lose your vision looking at the knife your stepfather grips in his fist and as you hit the ground Red Robin is next to you holding you up.

“Hey, hey its okay your safe now okay?” for some reason he looked worried beneath his mask.

“Yeah…I I’m okay… thank yo- wait, wait your bleeding!” you push yourself up onto your knees and press your hand to his arm, where a cut is torn through his uniform and blood running down soaking into his clothes, you look up into his eyes and start mumbling apologies.

“I’m so sorry oh please let me clean this up okay?”

“Oh no its okay I’ve gotten much worse.”

“No, no, no please this is my fault please just let me clean it.” You stand and grasp his elbow and tug his arm towards the door just as police sires sound down the street.

“…okay, fine.”

∞∞

“Well I should get going.” He looks up from where he is sitting while you finish wrapping up his arm.

“Yeah…” you step back as he stands up and walks toward the window.

“Always have to be dramatic don’t you Mr Drake…” you smirk and look down at the floor.

“What? I’m not sure what you are talking about.” He lets out a chuckle and steps onto the window ledge.

“Going to need a better mask Tim.” You walk up to him and kiss his cheek.

“No clue who you are talking about Miss but thanks for the kiss.” He smiles.

“Hm thank you… for always saving me…” and as quick as he showed up, he jumped onto the fire escape and was gone.

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||•~ Growing pains ~•||

(Older)Damian Wayne x Reader

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I’m finally getting better at making fic’s longer. As always I hope you guys enjoy it and that my inability to spell doesn’t reflect in my writing to much🙃 

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: little bit angsty

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Damian starts to develop feelings towards his best friend, he doesn't understand what these feelings mean so who better to go to but his big brother Dick?

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Damian hated this class. Out of all the classes he had to waste his day attending, this one was the worst because the one person who made school bearable was on the other side of the room. So, he was stuck sitting next to morons who only wanted to talk to him because he was Damian Wayne.  

He was zoned out not paying any attention to the class, he didn’t need to, he knew more about the subject then the teacher did and that left him to doing the one thing that had seemed to take over his life recently, drawing you. He sat there sketching lines onto his book glancing up to look over to you as you sat with your face resting in your hand looking half asleep. Damian smiled to himself as he looked back down to the sketch. No matter how many times he drew you he could never make it perfect, never fully capture the beauty you hold.

It had been almost two months of Damian drawing you. You had found one of his sketch books and were so shocked at how talented he was, the detail was incredible, so obviously as his best friend you begged him to draw you.  

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“No.” he sighed  

“C’monnnn Dami please! Just one sketch. It’s just one please!” you grab his arm and he squirms a little.

“Oh sorry... I forgot the touching thing. But seriously please? Just draw me once.” you pull you hand away and give him puppy dog eyes. You were the one person he listened to, not a lot, but more than anyone else.

“Fine. One okay?” he looks over to you and smiles as you start clapping and smiling.

“Thank you Dami!”  

∞∞

He had finished the sketch and just looked at it just wasn’t good enough, it was missing something and he couldn’t make it look perfect but you had seen him stop so you practically ran over to him and sat next to him and ran your fingers over the edge of the paper and you had smiled so much, you seemed so happy.  

As happy as you were with the picture Damian just couldn’t let go of the fact something was missing, so he tried again, using the picture of the two of you that he kept in his room as a reference.

It drove him crazy, whenever he saw you there was something so beautiful that he just couldn’t capture in his drawings and eventually after every day you spent together, he would sit down and draw it.  

Over the two months he had filled up the entire book with memories and whenever he looked through his sketchbook he was filled with happiness and something completely unexplainable.

“Damian since you seem to be paying attention what is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked trying to embarrass him. It backfired quickly when Damian answered correctly without even looking up from his book. The class tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher turned red and tried to continue with the class.

Damian shot his eyes up to look at you again and he heard your laugh after what had occurred and he just smiled back at you. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

How he felt about you confused him which he hated Damian absolutely hated not know what was happening especially when his own feelings are what were confusing him. He needed to know what was happening and he couldn’t work it out on his own... he needed help...  

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He was never going to let Damian live this down. Damien actually asking for someone else's help.

“I swear Grayson. You will never utter a word of this conversation to anyone is that understood?” Damian scowls at Dick as they sit across from each other.  

“Sure, okay fine what do you need help with Damian?” Dick slouches over resting his elbows on his knees.

“Whenever I’m with Y/n... I feel weird.” Damian says trying to piece together the words.

“Weird? What do you mean weird?”  

“If I knew what I meant I would have said that wouldn't I Grayson? Uh forget it.” Damian goes to stand up.

“No! Hey Damian, I'm sorry come on I want to help.” Dick says standing and gently puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, “Just talk to me try to explain it?”

“Fine... when I’m with her I...I just...I feel like I’m happier... I feel like a better person and I feel...okay I mean actually okay.” Damian sat back down and but his head in his hands. “And... there is just something unexplainable and...I don’t understand... my entire life i have know exactly how to feel and how to respond... how to turn off my feelings...but I can’t and I don’t know how to deal with it... i don’t even know what it is!”

“Heh... sounds like you're in love.” Dick lets out a small almost sad chuckle. “First love...wow”

“Love?-”

“Yeah love it is what happens when people-”  

“I know what love is Grayson!” Damian replies hastily and rolls his eyes, “I just didn’t know it felt like... this...”

“It’s love. It feels like love. You just know!” Dick says almost like he was confused  

“No Grayson. I don’t know that’s why I came to you.” Damian knew people didn’t understand but at this point they didn’t even try to understand that he couldn't process emotion like other people, they just brush it off.

“I’m trying to be supportive but how do you not know what love is like? Any kind of love?”

“Well Dick some of us didn’t grow up perfectly.”

“Perfectly?! Perfectly really?? No one in this house grew up perfectly! Except maybe Alfred, but that’s beside the point!”

“Yeah well you could be less of a dick, Dick.” Damien stood up and walked away without a second thought.

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“I will never understand the need for a bed the size of a normal room.” You laugh as you fall back onto Damian’s bed and lay there looking up at his ceiling.

“I don’t get it either but its comfortable.”  Damian raises his head and puts his pencil on his desk.

“I agree maximum comfort levels. I should sleep over more.” you smile and watching you on his bed his face heats up and you move around on the bed and walk over to him.

You sit up on his desk and look down at Damian’s sketch book.

“Is that me?” you move to grab the book, but Damian gets to it first and slams it shut.

“Nope.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Not you at all.”  

“Hm I don’t think so, I'm pretttyy sure that was me.”  

He looks down and he tried to stay calm. Did you hate him? Did you think he was creep? Were you going to stop hanging out with him?

“Let me see it!” you laugh and try to grab the book.

“No!”  

“Please?”

“...Fine...”

He hands the book over to you and his hand brushed yours and you smiled.

You open the book to the first page and see a beautiful sketch of your day out at the beach with him, you flip over the pages one by one and are met with an entire book full of drawings of you.

“Damian...”

That was it you thought he was a creep.

“These are so amazing...” you reach the end of the book and find a page with your sketch in a box in the middle of the page.

“Sorry...this is weird...” He looks at the wall and straightens up in his seat.

You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, you run your finger over the side of his face.

“What are you talking about? They are amazing Damian what are you embarrassed about?”

“You don’t think I'm creepy for having a sketch book full of pictures of you?” Damian laughs and leans into your hand.

“No... it's so sweet.” you look down trying to force words pass the lump in your throat. “It’s nice to have the guy you like take that much interest in you...” you mumble to quietly.

“You like me?”

“Yeah...maybe...a little bit...”  

“Good.” Damian stands up and tugs you off the desk and hugs you. “Because... I think I like you too.”

“Damian?”

He pulls back.

“Yeah...?”

“Can I kiss you?”  

He smiles and you lean into him and press your lips against his and you slowly close your eyes,grasping your waist tightly he pulls you closer to him. The moment seems to last for an eternity and once you pull away you rest you head on his chest.

“Just one sketch huh...?” you look up and Damien rolls his eyes at chuckles.

“Just one sketch.”  

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||•~Making you smile~•||

Bruce Wayne (Batman) x reader

Not my GIF*

Warnings: none

Word count: 900

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Bruce has a rare day off and spends the entire day with you.

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Waking up alone wasn’t uncommon, as head of Wayne industries Bruce often had to be at the office at some ungodly hour of the morning. What was uncommon was to wake up still curled up next to Bruce with breakfast on the nightstand.

“What’s this?” you shift up to a sitting position and give Bruce a suspicious look.

“Am I not allowed to bring us breakfast in bed?” he replies almost teasingly.

He lifts the tray of food off of the nightstand and onto the bed between the both of you. Everything looked like something out of a picture, a stack of pancakes with small chocolate chips and maple syrup soaking through, four strips of crispy bacon, a small pile of scrambled eggs, two pieces of toast and two glasses of juice.

“This all looks amazing, remind me to thank Alfred later!” you look at the plate unsure of where to start,

“How do you know I didn’t make it?”

You raise an eyebrow, “I’m not sure if that even deserves a response, I’ve seen you burn pasta, Bruce.”

“You hurt me y/n and to think I had the day off just to be insulted.”

You snap your head up and a smile forces its way to your face,

“You have a day off?”

Bruce chuckles and how adorable you are, after kissing you on the forehead he takes a sip from his glass.

“Yes y/n I have the day off and I’m going to spend the entire day spoiling you.”

∞∞

Sitting in front of the warm fire. You and Bruce cuddled up on a couch with a book in one of his hands and his other hand played with your hair, gently tugging your hair and stroking your scalp. Bruce’s deep voice was calming and soft something most people never heard, others only ever heard the hard, commanding voice of Bruce Wayne, CEO, Billionaire. You got to see Bruce Wayne, the father, superhero, boyfriend.

You looked up at Bruce and focused on the way his lips moved to form the words he muttered. His voice was the most soothing and calm thing, you felt you could listen to it forever.

Bruce suddenly stops and looks down at you and smirks, his dark hair falls over his left eye and he lent down to kiss you on the forehead.

“Do you want me to stop reading? Are you getting bored?”

“No. I like the sound of your voice, keep reading. Please?”

Bruce chuckles and smiles at you again before his eyes move back to the pages and continues to tug on your hair.

∞∞

“Master Bruce, I have prepared dinner. Good evening Miss y/n.” Alfred walks into where you and Bruce are sitting, he addresses Bruce and looks to you and smiles.

“Perfect thank you Alfred.” Bruce stands up and holds his hand out to you, gently resting your hand in his you look up in suspicion.

“what are we doing Bruce?”

“Having the perfect end to the day of course.” Shooting his signature Bruce Wayne smirk at you.

As you walk through the manor with Bruce you realise how much you love what your life has come to, you have a loving boyfriend, who supports you and cares for you and protects you in more ways than any other person could understand. You had amazing children who, even though they make you want to rip your hair out, love you like their own mother. All of the stress and anxiety and hatred towards you that came with being apart of this family was worth it.

You are smiling as you and Bruce come to a stop in the garden, before you lies a scene that immediately makes you breathless, hanging from the trees are fairy lights glowing a bright white that illuminates the darkness and a red and white blanket lays underneath, chocolate strawberries, wine and small snacks are littered over the blanket.

Déjà vu hit you like a truck, suddenly you were back, three years ago, in this exact spot, set up exactly the same as you stargazed with Bruce. You had been seeing each other for almost 4 months but it was just that, seeing each other until that night when Bruce asked you to be his girlfriend, when the infamous playboy billionaire asked you to be his.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turn to face him only to find him on one knee looking up at you with a small red velvet box being pulled out of his pocket and with that, your tears started falling.

“Y/n, you have been everything to me for so long no and I don’t even want to remember a time that I didn’t have you. My life has become so much brighter with you, when I saw you smile at me the day we met it was like someone turned on a light and it consumed me. I couldn’t figure out where to do this… it needed to be perfect but this, here. Its better than anywhere in the world, in our home in the place I realized that I love you, the person who can make me smile, one of the only things keeping me sane. The person who keeps me out of trouble.”

You are standing there with your hands clamped over your mouth as tears ran down your face, you cant stop smiling and you look like a mess.

“Y/n Y/l/n will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes of course I will!” as he stands you wrap your arms around him.

“I must look so terrible” you say laughing against his chest.

“Of course you don’t, you have never looked more beautiful.”

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||•~Late night love~•||

Bruce Wayne (Batman) x reader

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First post kinda exited also kinda terrified. Sorry for any grammar/spelling or just general mistakes. Hope you like it?

Warnings: mentions of blood ( its like a few words i think)

Word count: 800

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Being Bruce Wayne’s wife wasn’t easy, its stressful and upsetting. Due to Bruce's extracurricular activities you are often left alone in a bed that feels too large and lonely it’s a good thing he always ends up next to you eventually. 

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Flipping over into your side you glance at the clock on your nightstand the big red numbers read 4am and you hadn't slept at all. It was always impossible for you to sleep without the warmth Bruce provided. 

Bruce was currently on patrol with the boys and you were left alone in an obnoxiously large bed that was cold and empty, you knew what Bruce did was important and how many people he helped, how many people that depended on him. 

But you couldn’t help but feel lonely at times like these, late at night, cold and missing your husband.

You waiting up for Bruce to return from patrol wasn’t unusual, you always worried when he was out and wanted to make sure he was safe and unharmed, the many sleepless nights took the form of prominent dark circles under your eyes and no matter what you did you could never fully hide them. This of course made Bruce feel guilty, you were only up because of him.

∞∞

You were woken to the sound of yelling and something smashing on the floor. You jolt up from bed and rush out into the hallway and as you step out Alfred runs right into you.

“I’m so sorry Miss y/n.” Alfred hastily apologies but continues to rush to the halls with his arms full of medical supplies.

“It’s okay Alfred what happened, who got hurt??” you followed Alfred through the manor taking a few items from him,

“Master Bruce was injured…” the grim look on his face said more than any words could, Bruce had been hurt before, it was in the job description, but this was different, this was worse than his other injuries, at this realization you grab more of the medical supplies from Alfred and run into the bat cave.

Once you enter the Batcave you see Jason and Tim trying to hold up an almost unconscious Bruce between them, you hurl yourself towards them and pull up a medical table that was kept in the Cave for these exact situations, Alfred was quickly helping the boys move Bruce.

“Quick get him down!” you are almost screaming at the boys, you glance at the floor, small puddles of the deep red blood scatter along the floor with small drips from someone else, your heart drops.

With a thud Jason and Tim manage to get Bruce on the table and Alfred retrieves the medical supplies he left close by.

“What happened?” trying to stay calm as you start cutting Bruce’s suit,

“It was a trap…” Tim grasped his own forearm where blood was rushing out.

“We need to get Master Bruce to a hospital I can’t fix all of this.” Alfred says in the calmest voice he could muster.

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That night was the last time you slept before your boys got back home, Bruce had ended up in the hospital because of a ‘car accident’ and you didn’t leave his side for two days until he woke up, you barley slept and only ate when one of the boys brought food in. Only once Bruce was awake did the boys manage to convince you to get some real sleep, another three days in the hospital and Bruce was released. That had been a few months ago.

Your eyes slowly close as sleep becomes harder and harder to fight, every one of your muscles feel like stone dragging you closer to sleep.

Just as your mind is about to slip into an unconscious state the door to your bedroom opened and you crack your eyes open and let out a silent yawn.

“Bruce?” you whisper.

You husband takes long strides towards you,

“Why are you still awake?” he moves towards the closet,

“You know I can’t sleep alone…” you whisper it was hard being Bruce’s wife sometimes, but he didn’t let anyone in, not even you so when something was wrong, he became closed off and more brooding until eventually he was just back to being your loving and kind husband.

Bruce walked out of the large closet with his pajamas in hand. You sit up in bed and pull the blanket to your chest.

“Did something happen tonight?” you ask silently,

“No.” As he changed you took in his figure and your eyes slowly rose to meet his and he cracks a small smile only just noticeable.

“Nothing really happened, its just been a long night and I missed my lovely wife.” lifting the blankets over his body he settles into the bed beside you,

“I miss you a lot when you are out…” another yawn escapes your mouth, moving closer to him you rest your head on his chest.

“I know sweetheart I’m sorry…but I’m here now okay? So go to sleep alright? I hate it when you stay up so late for me y/n it’s not good for your health.” Bruce gently whispers as he leaves kisses all over your forehead. Unable to stop the giggles you curl up against him.

“You’re just lucky I love you Mr. Wayne.” slowly drifting off to sleep.

“I agree, my love, I am very lucky.”

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