#(the other one is Jason himself) but anyone else is gonna get hit/kick/bit

[minnow-doodle-doo]

When Dick brings his friends over, Jason holds nothing back.

[igotanidea]

Tease: Jason Todd x fem!reader

graphic credit goes to @stariver00 - <3

A/N: I can't even find the words to describe how relieved I am that I finally finished this one! :D

Summary: taking care of Jason's wounds and being a tease sounds so innocent. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: SMUT MDNI!! dumbifications, oral (fem receiving), my poor medical knowledge, mentions of wounds, teasing and bickering, a bit of rough play if you squint.

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The view in front of her eyes was not she was expecting to see, however she should have seen that coming. After all it wasn’t the first time her boyfriend climbed up her window in the middle of the night, bloodied and wounded with a broken dog face expression, searching for a safe place where he could get back to shape. 

 “Patching.” he muttered sitting cross legged on the floor, with medical supplies splattered all over, his helmet and body armor discarded a few steps beyond. 

She knew the drill, they did this dance hundreds of times now. With a deep sigh Y/N threw her bag on the floor, kicked her shoes and moved to sit on the floor next to him reaching for the gauze he had in his hands and retrieving it swiftly.

“What kind of wound? Stab? Bullet? Punch? Hit?” she asked, immediately getting into this specific, factual tone, keeping her emotions at bay, focusing on the task of helping him out.

“Bullet” he muttered mimicking her pitch.

“Exit or…?”

“Entry.”

“But no exit?” her voice faltered only slightly. Anyone else wouldn’t even notice that subtle change, but Jason knew her for too long to let it slip. He was fully aware she was terrified of what was expected of her to do.

“It stayed in.” he muttered

“You really couldn’t let me have one good night, could you? “she sighed deeply reaching for the tweezers, disinfecting them, desperately trying to control her shaky hands and putting them inside his wound. “I’m not a freaking doctor you know!”

“Just get it out already!” he hissed in pain.

 “Stop squirming! It’s not helping!”

Jason clenched his jaw, wincing at every movement of the tweezers in his body but followed her orders, his fingers digging into his palms to prevent himself for hurting her in crazy fight or flight instinct.

“I got it….” She whispers finally pulling the bullet out and throwing it away, her heart beating frantically from the emotions yet her face blank and calm. It was crazy how they were both terrified and yet were dead set not to show it to the other to not amplify any of those negative feelings.

“Told you” he smirked

“Told me what exactly Todd? That you’re a selfish, reckless, stupid bastard who’s  gonna give me heart attack?. I’m not professional. I could have hurt you and yet I always take care of you…..”

“Told you a silly bullet wound won’t kill me.” Jason grinned and moved to lay on the couch. “Now, get those stiches and put them to use Y/N.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome….” She rolled her eyes, reaching for the needle and swiftly mending the damage done to his shoulder. “You’re lucky it didn’t shatter any bones, cause that would be way beyond my pay grade.”

“Yeah, whatever….” He muttered waiting patiently for her to be done and finish helping him by putting on a dressing, her soft, nimble fingers dancing on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Thanks doc.” He chuckled to diffuse the tension. It was weird that he got so many different sensations from her touch now. She did this so many times before and only now…. she shook his head not wanting to pursue that thought.

“Might as well use that title. Not of education by definitely from experience.” She hissed standing up, moving to kitchen and pouring herself a glass of wine “by the way, did you know that experiments on living organism are forbidden?”

‘You meant me?” he raised an eyebrow watching her sip her drink.

“Obviously.”

“And yet you always stich me up. Every. time.” Jason raised from the couch, moving to stand in front of her.

„What if one day I refuse?” she teased, swirling the wine and looking straight into his eyes, almost daring him to play back.

„I’ll take care of my wounds and you take care of your liver” Jason pulled the glass from her hand putting it up away from her reach, making her pout and stuck the tongue at him.

“You gotta die from something. I’d rather go down doing something fun not fighting on the streets of Gotham.”

“Not on my watch. You can drop patching me up, but you’re not drinking. You’re gonna sit with me and watch some Netflix instead.”

“Shall I remind you it’s still my apartment?”

“Ekhem…. Our apartment.” He corrected.

“Mhm… sure… I work and pay the bills and you bleed on the floor from time to time. You’re right, you marked this place quite literally.”

„No one here is getting drunk.” He said with a stern tone.

“I’m sorry? Do I look drunk?” she scoffs “that’s offending.”

“After a bottle of wine?”

“Who said anything about a bottle?” she brushed him off, but his gaze travelled to the open, almost empty bottle standing on the kitchen counter. “Yesterday’s?” she made an innocent face at him.

“That’s your third glass, Y/N.” there was no way to hide the evidence of crime now. Damn his vigilante instincts and  observational skills. Of course she could have kept the play going, but it was no point now.

“Yeah, maybe I have a reason to. And you’re the last person on earth who can preach me on recklessness.” she mutters, snatching the glass from his hand, putting it to the sink and plumping on the couch putting on some TV. 

“Bad day, huh?”

“More less so….” she switch through the channels finding nothing worth keeping an eye on, and finally setting on reruns of Friends, hoping this would cheer her up even if only a little.

 “Care to share?” Jason sat beside her, pulling her into his embrace, resting his head on hers. 

“I don’t think I want to talk now….” Y/N snuggled into his arms, enjoying the warmth coming from his body. “Hi…..” she murmured softly, a  bit calmer now. He was all right, he was safe and next to her, not bleeding, not dying, not hurting. 

“Hi yourself...”Jason smiled kissing her forehead and tightening the grip on her.

“You gave me a scare, you know.”

“Sorry baby…… But you’re better now, right?” his hand moved from her waist to her back, caressing softly in a calming manner.

‘yeah… I’m better….” She sighed, feeling the stress coming off her in waves. “you feel like home”

“that’s because I am your home, princess.”

“Yeah…. Yeah… you are….”

“And you’re mine….” He added, brushing her hair and cheek softly putting finger under her chin and making her look into his eyes. ”You understand that, don’t you? That you are mine and my everything.”

“I love you….” She whispered connecting their foreheads in an intimate gesture, hoping he’ll understand all those unspoken words dying in her throat and impossible to sound.

“I love you more.” He brushed his lips over hers briefly, only to ignite her nerves and make her break.

“I could argue on that.” Y/N chuckles softly in return.

“Oh really?” his eyebrows travelled up as he pulled back looking into her eyes with a slight smirk “Try me.”

“I. am. Infinitely falling for you.”  Her words were like a balm on his heart and soul making him feel like he finally found that one person he belonged to. Whatever she said to him, whenever and wherever, it never failed to set him on fire, make his nerves and his whole body burn with the passion he never knew before.

“Y/N……baby…..”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’ve won this competition……” Jason’s leaned forward, leaving inches of space between them.

“I’m gonna take my prize now.” she murmured capturing his lips in hers and immediately, out of instincts wrapping arms around his neck. She wanted, needed to feel him, just to make sure it was all real and he was really with her, not just a friction of her imagination.

Jason was with her…… Safe, loved, all for her, matching every movement of her lips with passion, pulling her on his lap, caressing her hair, touching her back and waist, doing it all at once.

"Take everything you want, love. I'm all yours."

“Mine……” a few tears fell down her cheeks when she snuggled even closer to his touch, never getting enough of it. Of him, of his love, of his affection and care. Even though those were the sign of happiness, not pain of hurt, he noticed those little droplets in an instant.

"Hey, no crying on my shoulder." He chuckled wiping them away. “I got you…. You’re safe with me….”

“I can't lose you.....” she whispered, her right hand travelling to his shoulder, tracing over the wound she patched up a few moments later. “Every time you go out there ….” Her voice broke.

„Hey…. Hey….baby look at me….” Jason grabbed her chin and forced her eyes up on him “you’re not losing me. I’m right here…..” he guided her hand to his heart, letting her feel his heartbeat “feel that?” she nodded “it beats only for you. You won’t lose me…I promise you.” He kissed her temple nuzzling nose in her hair.

“I love you Jay....”

"I love you too, honey." He replied, wrapping his arms around Y/N  tightly, like he was afraid she might disappear, keeping her in the safe, strong embrace, rocking back and forth slightly.

 “Does it hurt?” she asked her soft, quiet voice breaking through the silence of the apartment.

“What?” Jason asked, slightly confused by her question.

“The wound.”

"Oh... yeah, it stings a little." He replied, glancing at his bandaged shoulder.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

His eyes grew wide, tiniest blush creeping on his face. Even if it was barely visible in the dark room she knew him well enough to recognise when he got flustered.,

"Baby…..that's the best offer I've gotten all week." He grinned.

“That's not a yes though.”

“You’re taking the conscious consent to a completely new level, princess. Do you see me objecting?”

“Jason Todd…..” she warned with the slightest chuckle

“I could never say no to you, my pretty girl.” he pulled her closer “yes.”

That one little word was all she needed connecting their lips again, relinquishing in the taste of his lips, taste of him. When her mouth were busy showing her love moving all over his face, brushing his cheek, jaw and neck, her hands, simultaneously moved down to his chest, her nimble fingers tracing his skin, moving over each of his scars, reminder of his past. Of the part of his life where she wasn’t with him.

She did it so many times already, focusing on the stab wound on his thigh, tiniest dents in the rib area, multiple cuts on his chest, slashes on his arms, bullet wounds, burn wounds, all kinds of those.

So many intimate times and yet, every single one of them was so different from the other.

"You sure you wanna do this right now...? I'm all for it but I don't want you to get my blood all over you." He chuckled

„It's just a kiss Jason....” she teased, moving to kiss over the sensitive, freshly patched shoulder with her soft, warm lips, causing Goosebumps all over him and smiling at the effect of him not stopping her ministrations

“Y/N…..” he groaned, his head falling back slightly. “God…..” his grip on her tightened and he pulled her closer, his mind (and not only mind) running wild and completely out of his control.

  „Shhhh...”  she mumbled against his skin, keeping on her ministrations, smiling even more upon feeling his hand tangling in her hear pressing her closer to the wounded shoulder. “Let me take care of you….” Her hot breath brushed over his neck when she started nibbling there getting a few more groans of pleasure.

“Do you feel better, Jaybaby?”

“Uh…uh-huh….”  He gasped slightly still trying to keep his composure “don’t want you to stop…..”

“I’m not, my love…..” she nibbled on his neck, biting gently. “Mmmh…. You taste delicious…”

“Y/N…..” his hands found a way under her shirt, tugging at the material. “you’re a devil…..”

“No, Jace….”

“But Y/N....” he whined desperately “I want you… I want to kiss you, touch you, let me love you…..”

“You’re hurt, Jason….”

“So what? I still want to have you….”

“You can kiss me, but the clothes stays on.”

“You’re such a tease, turning me all hot and then denying!” he pouted “how unfair is that?!” he shivered at her words, but even though not giving up just yet.

“Yeah, I can feel how excited you got…” she smirks, shifting to sit on his lap, purposefully brushing over his hard on.

“Come on!” he cried out, burning at the sensation. Even if it was through material he could tell himself the rest, imagination and memories doing the job. “It’s torture! Pleeeeasseeee….”

“Hmmm.. on second thought….” She pulled back stopping the kissing.

“Y/N!”

“What?”

“You promised you won’t stop!” he grabbed her hip harder, making her squeal in surprise

“I did not!” she exclaimed “I hit pause.”

“Resume it now….” He warned, his voice hoarse, his body desperate for her. “Or else….”

“Or else what, honey? What will you possibly do?” he whispered in his ear, tangling fingers in his hair, tugging and scratching gently, her eyes full of desire and love and playfulness combined. “From what I see and it’s a nice view from the top….” Y/N smirked  “you’re at my mercy. How does that feel?”

“Terrible.” He pouted “I’m injured and need to be taken care of and my girlfriend is all cruel and heartless…..”

“Oh…. Am I really?” she pushed him down on the bed, forcing him to lay on his back. “Is it really so terrible? How’s the view from down there?”

“covered….”

“Covered view?” she chuckled.

“Come on!!!”  he cried out, his impatient hands moving to her hips.

“Behave, Jason…..” she straddled his hips, laying on top of him, pinning his hands to the mattress, looking straight into his eyes, before moving to kiss down his chest.

“You’re playing with fire, princess….”

“Yeah, Kori has been giving me some … lessons. And let me tell you, that girl…. She’s really good. I mean she bedded Dick and all those tricks she showed me…..” she smirked, letting go of his hands and tracing over his scars, but unlike before this time it was far from sweet, gentle and innocent. This time, her single purpose was to spur him on, tease him, make him burn at her touch and at the single feeling  of her body on his.

“I hate you…..” he groaned

“We both know….” She brushed over his crotch “It’s not true.”

“Enough!” he yelled and before she could do as much as let out a single cry he pinned her to the mattress, kissing her with urgency and desire, not stopping to take a break, a breath, nothing. Now he was claiming her, her body, her soul, her mind. She wanted teasing, she should have known it comes with the price and Jason was not going to give up something that was rightfully his.

“Jason!” she moaned, but he was not going to stop for the world, tearing her shirt open, sending the buttons flying all over the room, sucking her skin up, biting, licking and kissing all over her stomach, finally, finally being able to teach her a lesson.

“You brought this on yourself….” He hissed, his mind too consumed by lust to even hear her crying out his name. “you brought this on yourself, princess”.

He was so fucking hungry, starved, deprived of her body, her skin, the taste of her. And his little, pathetic, helpless girlfriend really thought she could keep him on leash.

“poor little stupid girl….” he muttered, scratching her waist and moving hands up, cupping her clothed chest, feeling her body arch and squirm underneath him “I’m not your pet, baby….” He pulled the material of the bra away, revealing her right  breast and smirking vindictively at the view of her pebbled nipple. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he muttered, brushing thumb over the sensitive part eliciting a moan and desperate cry of pleasure

“please…..” she begged

“not so nice when you’re the one pleading, is it?” he chuckled cruelly, taking it in his mouth and sucking for a second.

“Jay…..!” she grabbed his head, wanting more, more, more……

“Oh no, princess….” He pulled back, her half exposed, reddened chest abused and neglected “It’s not gonna be that easy…” his eyes glistened in the dark room. In that moment he looked less like a Jason Todd and way more like a Red Hood. Like a predator looking at the helpless prey, baring his teeth and sharpening his claws, getting ready to pounce mercilessly, getting his payback and whatever else he wanted.

“shit….!” She squealedwondering how was it possible that she went from patching him up and getting all scared of hurting him, through absolutely innocent teasing to ending up pinned to the bed in the form of desperate mess, strangely turned on by his fury.

“Yeah, princess…shit, indeed….” Jason repeated, scratching the skin just above the hem of her jeans, one fingers diving down, grabbing the elastic of her panties pulling it up just to let it go and make it snap her skin with a sting.

“Ah..!”  she gasped

“Such a naughty, little stupid ungrateful brat….” He climbed on top of her, kissing up her stomach, her chest, her neck, jaw, cheek in a crazy pace, not allowing her to enjoy it, stopping at her lips. “I’ll make you beg for me. How about that? How do you like switching places…..” his mouth hung a few inches above hers, his thumb pressing at her bottom lip, forcing her to open those pretty mouth he was imagining somewhere else doing something different. “How about that, princess?” he asked again, his breath enveloping her face, clouding her senses, causing her to close her eyes. “Answer me, baby or might have to punish you….”

“Jason….” She moaned, not sure if she was enjoying this side of him or not. It was the first time in their relationship when he pushed him so far to actually make him this… vicious… this dominant.

“Answer me, princess…..” he muttered, grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head “How do you like that?” he bit her neck. Once, twice, three times, each time harder than before.

“I…..ah… shit… Jace….!” At this point she knew – she was definitely enjoying him like this.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?”

“You’re so mean to me….” she moaned at another bite, this time on her shoulder.

“And yet….” One of his hands left her wrist, travelling down her body, tracing over each of her curved and digging inside her pants, moving the material of the panties away “you’re so wet…..” he whispered into her ear “what were you thinking, beautiful? What sort of crazy fantasies are there in your head, little one? Do you wish me to touch you….?” his finger brushed over hersensitive, swollen clit. “you want me touch you like that?”

“Yes,….shit… yes, yes…..” poor Y/N thought she was a begging mess before but Jason was clearly just beginning to have his fun with her. “please…..” she struggled against his grip.

“funny how the tables turned, isn’t it?” he muttered, nuzzling nose into her neck.

“Todd…..” she tried her best to make her voice stern and serious, but it came as desperate and whiny.

“Yeah, baby….? Is there something you want?” he asked calmly, his tone a contract to the way he was rubbing her clit faster and more intensely, enjoying the sounds coming from her mouth, becoming less human by a second turning into a desperate wail of tortured animal.

“please, please… please….!” Her hips buckled off the bed, her body begging for more.

“Nah…. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, love.” He retrieved his hand from her pants.

“Jason….!” She looked into his eyes, her gaze broken, hair a mess, lips chapped, cheeks reddened.

“God, your such a mess…..” Jason smirked, but the way she was looking at him with so much love, trust and vulnerability got him crumbling a bit. “Beg for me…..”

“I need you….” She whimpered “I need you, only you, just you. Please……?”

“Y/N…… my love……. You were a brat……. Admit it now…..” her voice, her eyes, her whispering, her begging…. He was slipping back into her, getting lost in her. He enjoyed having her under his control, but it was never his intention to push her further than she could take. Y/N had a little less experience than him and Jason was just trying to show her different way of things.  To educate her, if you may.

But.

No matter how much he tried to dominate her, to punish and take what he wanted he just…. couldn’t.

He couldn’t be forceful on Y/N. His love, his one and only, his sweet, pretty girl. He wanted to protect her, love her, cherish her. Give her all the sweet loving she was missing through her entire life. Never hurt her. Never.

Unless she asked him too.

Spicing things up was good sometimes, but the tears in her eyes told him clearly enough she was on the verge. And Jason was not going to make her break and burst out crying during sex. Not with him. Not on his watch.

Never.

“Y/N…… baby…..” he let go of both of her wrists, reddened and swollen from the tight grip. “I love you….. I love you…..”

“I love you too, Jace,…. Please… please…..”

“Shhhh…. “ he caressed her head kissing her softly, reassuringly “I got you baby…. I got you… I’ll take care of you… Just promise….” He bit on her bottom lip “promise you won’t tease me again…..”

“Promise….” She whimpered, wrapping arms around his back, scratching his shoulder blades, dragging her nails down his body.

“I’m gonna pretend I believe you……” Jason whispered, too lost in his craving to say anything else and to control himself anymore.

It only took him a second to unclasp her bra, exposing her breast fully, licking, sucking, grazing his teeth over it, letting himself enjoy her hands in his hair, tugging, pulling, scratching, but not stopping there. His mouth moved lower, swiftly and capably sliding her jeans down, removing her soaked panties, spreading her legs and licking his lips at the view.

“Y/N……” his tongue moved to the place where she needed him ‘mmhmh… god….my favourite meal of the day…….”

“No…..” she whispered, pulling him back up by his healthy shoulder.

“what do you mean no?” he kept on lapping and sucking, swirling his tongue “your words don’t match your body movements….”

“I need you….”

“You have me baby…..” he licked all the way from her slit to clit making her moan and squirm again, more desperately than ever before “can’t stop me now…..”

“I want you….ah… ah…” her voice became desperate when those long, thick fingers complemented tongue movements, pumping in and out, doing it with ease with the amount of juices she already produces for him. “I want you… in….in…fuck…!”

“Inside?” he smirked, picking up the pace, knowing exactly what she was begging for.  She nodded her body tensing and sweating like crazy. Yes, she wanted him inside but with the way he was making her feel at the moment, bringing her closer and closer to release, she was slowly starting to not give a fuck how he would make her come. The only thing she cared about was to come at all, fingers, tongue, dick, whatever. And she was silently praying he wouldn’t fall back into that sadistic attitude and keep on edging her endlessly.

“Jace…. “ she spread her legs wider, opening herself to him fully, her body acting on its own.

He looked up from between her legs, his gaze hazy, desperate, filled with so much lust, passion and craving it made her shudder. In this state he was definitely notgoing to edge her and they both knew it. Their eyes met only for a second before he got back to eating her up in that way only he knew how, fast, hard, hitting all the right places in the perfect pace.

“Yes….!” She cried out, when her climax started to build, his fingers digging into her hips causing pain and pleasure and confirming her belief she would sport bruises next day. “Yes… yes…!” she moaned more and more, grabbing his hands and putting them on her breasts again, allowing him to touch,  squeeze, scratch and twist the flesh to his liking. “Yes….Jason…!”

He groaned and his voice reverberated through her whole body, making her scream his name , her body arching, hips moving off her bed as she was practically fucking herself on his face. Greedy, selfish little girl, craving the pleasure, the release, being so close, so fucking close she could almost touch it.

“Yes…. Yes… yes….!” Jason heard her sounds in the very core of his soul and body, picking up the pace more and more and more and more, not stopping. He could suffocate like this, die like this if it meant tasting her for the last time in his life. He grabbed her breast harder, digging his tongue deeper. It was not about her anymore, it was about satiating his hunger, his craving, his desire.

And then….

It felt like someone turned off the world that stopped existing.

It was only him.

And her.

Nothing more.

Her brain shut down when she came as intensely as never before, squirting hard, body tensing, releasing, bursting into sweat, shivering and shaking in no more than ten seconds. Oh, he prepped her so good and apparently a bit of roughness only added to the pleasure and the sensation.

“Jason…..” she breathed out heavily, her eyes closed as she tried to reach for his face blindly.

“I’m here, baby….” His voice came somewhere from above her, but before she could open her eyes and look at him, Jason pressed his lips to her, helping her to calm down and come back to reality, but also allowing her to taste herself. “I got you…. I got you, princess. It’s okay.. You’re safe. You’re mine, I’m here.”

“Mhmhm…..”was all she could reply, too lost in the sensation.

“How you feel?” he asked softly, pulling her to him, holding and caressing her back. He was going to clean her up in a second but for now she needed cuddles. She needed his warm embrace. And he was going to shower her with the aftercare. “I wasn’t too rough right?”

“At first.. maybe a little…..” she sighed, finally opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. His chin was glistening. “but it was worth it….” She smiled, wiping her own juices from his face “apparently….” They both chuckled.

“Do you remember what you promised me, though?” Jason smirked pulling her closer and ruffling her hair affectionately.

“are you serious?” she snickered “I’ve just barely recollected my last name! Of course I don’t remember what I said while being desperate for you!”

“Desperate, huh?” he raised an eyebrow. “Can you repeat that so I can record for my spank bank? Y/N Y/L/N was desperate for me….”

“Shut up!” she blushed punching his healthy arm.

“Make me, princess.” Jason grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. “You promised not to tease me, let me refresh your memory.”

“Did I really?” she frowned

“Yeah, really…..”

“What if I crossed my fingers?” she sat on the bed, wriggling out of his embrace, looking down at him with a smirk, her naked body so close to his. “What if I lied?”

“then we need another lesson to eradicate that terrible habit of yours….” he grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him “I’m not in a hurry and that means you’re not going anywhere….” He bit her lip, his eyes glistening with the same greedy glow as before.    

Round two.

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 1

So figured I could show what else I am working on aside from Salt in the Bones with @clockwayswrites. I still blame Clock for this though, they are way too fun to brainstorm with, and I have too many WIPs already. Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

Danny was sick and tired of this city, this entire dimension in fact. And this vigilante family, or whatever they were, were more dogged in their pursuit of him than the GIW or his parents had ever been - all this for a few gizmos.

Danny rolled his eyes and ducked a kick from the most violent midget since Youngblood.

Seriously he was just trying to build a portal home, and it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone. He’d mostly stolen from villains anyway! And Wayne industries was like a multibillion dollar company, they shouldn’t miss a few scraps or prototypes. It would hardly put a dent in their budget.

Midget was back on his feet and had now drawn a freaking sword. Yeah, this was it, Danny needed to leave before bigger and battier arrived. He faked left but then spun right around the probably actual literal kid with the real sword, jumped to the railing and kicked off towards the next rooftop. Ignoring gravity’s pull for a just a couple of seconds was the only reason he landed safely on the other roof.

He felt a moment of worry that the kid would try following him and glanced back, but the child was fuming in safety on the other side, having lost that grappling gun thing he used earlier in the chase, it seemed Danny was safe for now. The kids mouth was moving, probably talking to more of the heroes.

He wasn’t gonna be safe for long, but Danny allowed himself a moment to breathe in relief. Suddenly his breath stuck coldly in his throat and he froze. Impossible! The shades of this city barely tickled his throat, he hadn’t met anything that would even halfway classify as a ghost to his senses. Urgency was like a cold hand around his throat, a desperate longing hummed in his core as he slowly spun trying to get a sense of where - he only managed to see a blur of red before a heavy weight knocked into him slamming him to the ground. The cold mist in his throat was pushed out in a pained oof, and his head bounced first on one thing then another, but that didn’t matter because his core was singing; close, not alone, hug!

Danny’s head spun, his whole body felt pained and smushed. A man, no a freaking tank, was laying on top of him. Body armor dug into his ribs, probably something there was bent or broken and he felt certain that ominous red helmet had left a mark where it hit his forehead. Also his hair felt a bit wet beneath him. Yet that didn’t matter because he was so overwhelmed, warm with hands and feet tingling from the humming joy in his chest. Hug! His core sang again.

Somewhere in the fog in his head he recognized this was no hug, but he hurt, his head was spinning, and he was not alone and he was happy and wasn’t that more important than a bit of pain? Oo o oO

Jason was unsure what was going on.

He’d managed to tackle the elusive thief Dick had so “creatively” nicknamed the Ghost for his ability to go invisible and the inability for them to land a decent hit on him. In fact if he hadn’t seen footage from previous run-ins with the man, Jason would have thought they wildly exaggerated his skills.

After all the man had frozen up strangely when Jason pulled himself onto the rooftop as he listened only with half an ear to the demon brat angrily grumbling in the comms, that he would have had him had he not been a coward who ran away all the time. Their thief was slowly turning around as if looking for something, the green glass of his goggles reflected in the moonlight and for a moment gave the illusion they were glowing.

Jason had not wasted a moment, got to his feet, crossed the distance in a mere three large steps before he crashed into the man - so, he’d halfway expected the man to move and therefore hadn’t prepared to soften another person’s landing. His helmet hit the shorter man’s forehead and his head rebounded and hit the roof with a sound that made Jason internally wince. The next moment there was a snapping sound and a gasp as the man’s ribcage was caught between the roof and Jason - he really wore no armor, just that thin hoodie. No matter what B said about the danger of the stolen items, Jason was really starting to doubt they had a budding super villain on hand.

He immediately made a move to get up, but stopped, a strange feeling of something overtaking him. It took a moment for him to discern because of the dichotomy, but it was… happiness? What the fuck, it wasn’t his emotions, that made no sense. The pits had only ever sent him rage and in rare moments gruesome satisfaction. This was joy, he felt almost like he was floating caught in a wave at the beach, weightless, happy, warm in the sun. He shook his head pushing the foreign emotions away like he would the pit and focused on his dazed perp.

There was something wet glistening in his unruly black hair.

“Fuck,” Jason muttered, thankfully too low for the helmet to project, but loud enough that he got a breathless but insistent “report” back from Bruce where he was clearly hurrying toward their destination.

“I knocked the Ghost down, he’s bleeding from a head wound,” he muttered at his comms as he pulled the goggles up to get a look his eyes to check for signs of concussion, but immediately froze. The goggles, he’d thought it was a trick of the light earlier, but no, his eyes were glowing - bright and green and just a shade lighter than the Lazarus pits. A shudder ran cold down his back. Somehow the foreign emotions were coming from him, Jason was sure of it, but it explained absolutely nothing! Unrestrained joy? Was this some kind of shock response?

More footsteps landed on the roof and Jason didn’t need to look to know it was Bruce with the Brat along for the ride. He finally remembered he’d been trying to get off the other man at some point.

Oo o oO

No, no, no, Danny’s core protested when the other ghost moved away, and he clutched onto what he could grab, which he dazedly recognized as a very nicely muscled arm. The other arm, because human shaped ghosts have two arms (good job Danny), supported Danny by holding onto one of his arms and that was good. Getting upright gave him the worst moment of vertigo, and his breath whooshed out of him. His legs were like jello and didn’t support him, but that didn’t matter, because his new friend had a good firm grip, could probably even hold him up entirely without Danny clutching his arm, good friend, mine. He butted his head into his chest because that was what he could reach and just leaned there. His core hummed so happily he felt like he’d almost shake apart.

Friend.

Mine

Good friend

…

Why no response?…

Hello? Danny was confused, why wasn’t he getting a response. Also why did his head and chest hurt so bad?

“Tt, what is the matter with him?”

The question, delivered in a haughty voice was like a bucket of ice water on his senses. He gasped and pushed away from where he’d been nuzzling some guy’s chest! Alarmed, he stumbled, but dodged the hands reaching for him, to support him, to catch him, he wasn’t sure. There was the big bat and the midget and the tank in the red helmet; the guy who felt like a ghost and he just wanted nothing more than to go back to him, and- Danny shuddered taking another step back, his face was hot and flaming red right now. This was, this was- he couldn’t-

Hiding his powers be damned; he sunk through the roof.

So embarrassing! He closed his eyes fighting tears as he sank down down down, all the way into the ground where they for sure couldn’t follow him. All the while his insides screamed, because he didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Fuck, he just wanted to go home.

He was so sick and tired of this city.

So... yeah hope you enjoyed this, now I can reveal why I blame Clock, they said and I quote "Danny, like a cat with catnip suddenly" and now Danny is a cat, what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Jason's gonna have to lure this feral ghost in slowly with food and hugs.

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[bigskydreaming]

Currently writing a bit for an AU idea I had that delves into Dick and Boone’s time at Vengeance Academy via flashbacks.....

But basically the premise is after Last Laugh, word of what actually happened did spread through certain circles because the Joker was all too happy to tell anyone and everyone at Arkham about how he got the Bat’s first Bird to get his hands bloody, like all the way....

And so word of this spreads through various villain circles, some who believe it, some don’t....and eventually it reaches the League of Assassins, and Boone. Who of course knows that Nightwing is none other than his old pal Freddy....and so Boone sees it as the perfect time to make his move.

Because see, Boone is not flourishing in the League the way he wants. The original Shrike sold him on the idea of becoming a change-maker, someone who could come and go as he pleased and MATTER via his selective killing of his targets. Boone was a young, neglected, overlooked street kid who really just wanted two things....to be someone who mattered, made an impact, made people NOTICE him....and to be master of his own destiny. He went with the League after Shrike died because of a lack of options, because he wasn’t what he wanted to be, needed to be yet, he still had more he needed to learn.....but the League is not something you just opt out of when you decide you’ve had enough and want to go it on your own.

Basically, he needs help if he wants out. He needs a wildcard, something no one will see coming, not in conjunction with him as his personal agenda at least. Boone doesn’t want to flip sides, he’s not interested in asylum, in turning to heroes or the Justice League and becoming one of them.....he is what he is, he’s a killer, he just wants to be the only one deciding where he goes and why.

And now, he thinks, he has the wildcard he needs. The perfect angle to get Nightwing to help him in his bid to get out of the League without anyone after him or out for his blood. He knows good old Freddy would not turn away from an old pal or whatever they were who’s in danger, who’s in need, but he knows that help would normally come with a clear determination to GET him to flip, to go full hero, or he’d still end up with Nightwing on his case when all was said and done. And that’s not the full unconditional freedom he’s after.

So Boone needed leverage, to make sure that Nightwing’s help comes in the specific ways Boone needs it and nothing else. So that he’s calling the shots, and its his plan they execute, no matter how much Freddy bitches about it. And once he hears about Nightwing going full homicidal on the clown when he brought up his little brother’s death.....Boone knows he has everything he needs.

And that’s when he shows up in Bludhaven, with an offer Dick can’t refuse.

At least not after Boone shows him a picture of someone training with the League. Someone who looks a lot like his little brother would have, if he’d been allowed to keep growing up.

You get me out free and clear, Boone promises, and I’ll tell you where this picture was taken. 

“Fine,” Dick growled, eyes still locked on the image of a phantom he doesn’t dare hope is real, at least not fully. But he can’t help but follow wherever this may lead....this hook was too well baited. 

He chafes at that knowledge, and the smirk that adorns Boone’s face, proclaiming he knew it too. It was like being ten years old again. Like he wasn’t Dick Grayson anymore, he was just a shadow named Freddy, an echo that hadn’t quite faded away. And Boone was the voice of experience, weathered by the world but refusing to erode. 

“Stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you how to survive. No, screw that, we’re going to thrive. Shrike’s gonna make us kingmakers, make us the ones that matter. No more being tossed around by everyone we meet like we’re nothing. No more needing to depend on the charity of rich fucks who just wanna do their one good deed for the day and then they’re done. By the time we’re done, everyone will know we were here. We’re gonna change the world, you and me. Just wait and see.” 

“You have a deal,” Dick continued, raising his eyes to face Boone’s in challenge. I’ll only give so much, he vows with them. We’re not kids anymore, and I don’t need to follow your lead. Whatever game you think you’re playing, I have my own path, and this is just a detour.

Challenge accepted - the declaration danced across Boone’s face, evident in everything from the set of his jaw, the narrowing of his eyes. We’re not so different, you and I. We weren’t then, and we’re still not now. The Joker can attest to that.

“Just think how different things might be, how much more similar our paths might have ended up, if you’d just pulled the trigger and killed Two-Face that night,” Boone mused out loud. He smiled wide at the flash of discomfort that flitted across Dick’s face. That truth hit a little too close to thoughts he’d had himself. Dick really didn’t care for hearing someone else give them a voice as well.

“So. I assume you have a plan?” Dick asked, shaking himself free of their stare-off.

“Oh Freddy,” Boone laughed. “You always think too small. I don’t have a plan. I have a reckoning.”

But for whom, he didn’t say. Boone smiled again, wide and with bared teeth, and Dick couldn’t help but think again of just how far apart their paths - once the same - had diverged. Not to mention the role he’d played in that himself. Was it just Dick’s aid Boone was after? Or was he looking for revenge as well?

It didn’t matter though. The reward was worth the risk, if Jason really was out there somewhere, and Boone could tell him where to go. 

Visibly enjoying his frustration, Boone shook his head pityingly. “You really need to work on your tells. Just think what Shrike would have said about everything you’re giving away with your face....and during the negotiation stage to boot.”

“Yeah, well, Shrike’s dead,” Dick said bluntly.

Boone’s smile shifted into a blank-faced enigma, a tabula rasa that had nothing to say. 

“Yes,” he agreed. “He is.”

“But we’re not,” he continued, slipping back into his easy smile. “You and me, still alive and kicking against all odds. Who knows? We could be the last two alumni of the good old alma mater. Then again, we always were top of our class. The rest of them were just background noise.”

“So you and me against the world, huh? Just like old times,” Dick finally said lightly. Might as well play along. He didn’t mention the times they were pitted against each other, the way each of them still tried their hardest to take the other down. Alliances are shifting sand, Shrike had always said. Make the most of them while you can, but never trust them if you want to keep your footing.

“Just like old times,” Boone echoed with a knowing smirk. Dick imagined he was remembering the same lesson he was. It’d been particularly....memorable, after all.

So take this as far as he could before they inevitably turned on each other, and see who managed that best, Dick affirmed to himself with a mental shrug. It is what it is. They are what they are. He conjured a smirk to match Boone’s, and they faced off as that old familiar air of competition settled around them. So be it.

Just like old times, then.

Winner takes all. 

[doctoranon]

I Must Be Dreaming

Written for the MGI Civil war for Team Jason Supremacy

TW: Angst, Major character death, swearing

~~~~~

“Come on, baby. We’re going to be fine.” Jason mumbled into Marinette's dirty matted hair, desperation colouring his tone. “Gonna get us out of here, we’ll be fine.” he huddled close to the semi conscious woman, being careful as possible to not disturb any of the rubble that trapped them where they were.

They’d underestimated how desperate the Joker was this time, underestimated how many bombs were placed and now they were paying the price, he and Marinette were trapped under fuck knows how much rubble with sketchy comm links and no way of knowing quite how far off a rescue would be.

They had at least garnered that one was underway through the static of the comms, that they’d called in the big guns with Supes and the Flash to help with getting to them quicker. Still, he wasn’t sure that- no, no of course they’d both make it. Their wedding was next month and then they were starting their life together. The one they’d always dreamed of. But looking at the flow of blood from Mari’s head wound his heart kept shooting straight to his throat. Logically he knew that head wounds bleed a lot and he was trying to stem the flow with a ripped piece of his uniform. But he’d been a vigilante for more than half his life at this point, and he’d seen-

Shaking the thought from his head roughly, he placed a kiss on Marinette's hair line, smoothing it out of her face as she watched him in a daze, mumbling incoherently every now and then. Everytime she did so his heart calmed a little. Consciousness was good. As long as she kept awake and stayed with him they’d both be fine.

“Jay-” his attention diverted quickly to Marinette and he smiled down at her, tears pricking at his eyes.

“Hey, Baby.” he warbled, dropping a kiss to her lips. “You’ve scared me.” he admitted, feeling his shoulders relax slightly. Help was coming. Mari was awake.

“‘M not-'” the words were slurred and seemed to take all of her energy and concentration to push past her lips. Taking a small breath, she let go of a longer one before uttering “‘M Tired.”

“I know baby, but you can’t fall asleep right now. You know that.” he explained, moving his free hand to his comm and trying to get someone's attention, growling angrily when all that could be heard was a static reply. He knew Tim was trying to reply, but he didn’t know what he was saying, and wasn't even sure if Tim was getting his own messages.

Wincing when he bit his already split lip, Jason sighed and kept a watch on Marinette, before he started to feel a shift in the rubble surrounding them. Straightening himself as much as he could he gave a yell. If it was Supes then he probably already knew exactly where they were, but anyone else might have needed the sound to redirect them.

As more and more pieces of rubble started to shift, he bent over Mari, protecting her from as much debri as possible. “See, toldja we’d get out of this, didn’t I?” he smirked down at her, before noticing her closed eyes and shallow breaths.

Immediately becoming panicked, he patted at her cheek. “Hey! No! No, you stay with me for a little longer Baby. They’ve almost got us.” he insisted. Before shouting at whoever it was to hurry it the fuck up.

Patches of light started to come in and he could hear the others now, he wasted no time to relay Marinette's condition to them and their efforts seemed to double. But, as Marinette liked to remind him, Too much of a good thing can sometimes be bad. The universe balances itself out and all that jazz.

One wrong movement of the concrete had a rather large piece dislodge. Jason's position protecting Marinette had put him directly in its path and with a solid crack hit him in the back of the head, whiting out his vision with pain. Ears ringing he tried to shake it off and check on Marinette, but that only served to make him dizzy as fuck and spots dace across his quickly dimming vision.

The last thing he saw was a silhouette against a bright light where a large body sized gap now was in the rubble they’d been trapped in. Then his vision went black and he was swept into unconsciousness.

~~~

Feelings came back to him slowly and consciousness felt just beyond his grasp, but through sheer will he opened his eyes to look around. He was in a med bed in the bat cave. So at least that meant they were out, but Marinette was nowhere in his sight and he needed to make sure she was okay.

Struggling to sit up, Jason had already started to get out of bed when Dick rounded the corner and rushed to his side.

“Get back in bed!” he was scolded, as Dick tried to stop him from getting up, and failing miserably. Jason was going to find his Fiance and no one was stopping him.

“Not till I’ve seen Mari.”

“Well that’s not happening.” he was told, as Dick called for the others not far out of hearing range. “You’re getting back in that bed.”

“Get the fuck out of my way, Dick. I’m seeing Mari.” Jason insisted, trying to push his brother away from him as he staggered under his own weight for a moment. Reinforcements arrived under the guise of Tim, Chloe and Alfred and he groaned internally before noticing the red rimmed eyes the blonde was sporting and his heart froze.

Doubling his efforts, he pushed Dick away successfully this time. “Where is she, Tim?” His tone was frantic as he started on his way past his other brother. “Where the fuck is Marinette.” her name brought a whimper from the blonde and Jason's frantic eyes zeroed in on her. “Please.” he begged, refusing to believe the worst.

When no one moved or tried to answer his question he growled angrily, moving to push past them again before being stopped by both Dick and Tim.

“Jay, please, get back in bed. We’ll explain-”

“NO!” Jason struggled against the two former robins, his eyes beginning to drake on a greener hue. “Let me see Marinette!”

Feeling a presence come up from behind him, he felt rather than saw as something pricked his skin.

“I’m afraid, Master Jason, you need to calm down.” came the guilt laced tone of the Wayne butler. Something Jason felt triple his anxiety before the sedative began to kick in and his weight was caught by Tim and Dick.

“Mari-” he mumbled, before unconsciousness took him over again.

~~~~

The next time he was aware, he felt a hand in his own and a soft humming coming from his left. A familiar humming. A beautiful humming that belonged to-

 “Marinette.” he mumbled, opening his eyes and searching for her visage, smiling sleepily at her when he saw her sitting in a chair next to the bed. Bandages wrapped around her head.

“Hey, Sleepy head. It’s about time you woke up.” she smiled, squeezing his hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “You gave everyone a scare earlier.”

“You scared me. You weren’t here when I woke up- I thought-” he choked but he grinned at her through his tears. Pulling their hands to him and returning the kiss on the back of her hand. “I was worried, beautiful.”

Chuckling at him, she booped his nose with a scrunched up grinning face; A scrunched up, grinning alive face. “I’m not leaving you that easily.” she comforted, before letting go of his hand and waving her engagement ring in his face. “Besides, you put a ring on it. I’m yours. Forever.” she teased him, gaining a chuckle from him as he relaxed back into the pillows.

“If Dick-head had just old me you were okay-”

“Hey, don't blame your brother for your half cocked plans and jumping to conclusions!” she scolded him, a grin still fixed to her face. “You need to wake up when i'm here next time.”

Chuckling Jason felt at peace, knowing they were both okay. “Or you could not scare me in the first place”

Resting his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of all residual tension he had been holding onto. “So, any chance you’re going to show me that dress before the wedding now?” he teased, opening his eyes and over acting a pathetic look on his face. “Please?”

“Never. The day I walk up the aisle or not at all.”

“I had to try.”

Both chuckling at their antics, Marinette moved to cuddle up on the bed with him. “I can’t wait until the day after the wedding.” She told him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “When I wake up as Mrs Jason Todd.”

“I can’t wait for that either.” he beamed, kissing her sweetly and pulling back to stare into her eyes. “For that day, and every day afterwards.”

~~~~

Over the next few weeks, Jason felt like he was walking through a dream. The days felt like they moved slowly and quickly all at once. They both healed up and anticipation grew as the big day was suddenly upon them, and he was there, standing at the bottom of the aisle waiting for his soon to be wife to join him. 

As the song he didn’t even remember picking played, the most beautiful woman in the world walked towards him. Ready to commit her love and life to him forever. Something finally all his. Something permanent.

Dick leaned over his shoulder and nudged him with a wide grin. “You look mesmerised, Little Wing.” he whispered, the proudest grin Jason had ever seen aimed at him.

“I feel like I'm dreaming.”

Dick chuckled lightly as he faced the front again, eyes on the procession. “Then you better wake up, Jay. Because she's nearly here.”

As Marinette reached him at the altar, he reached for her hands, pulling her towards him and stealing a small kiss.

“Hey, save it for the end.” Tim, who was officiating at the behest of his brother teased them, as the seemingly faceless congregation chuckled in the background.

“I couldn’t help myself.” Jason laughed, feeling so full of love and life. Everything was perfect. Just like he and Marinette had dreamed.

Clapping his hands together with a bright and wide grin, Tim turned to face the audience. “Welcome, to the wedding of my Big brother, Jason Todd, and the girl I introduced him too, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Both the Bride and Groom have written their own vows and Marinette won the coin flip to go first.” Tim joked, before gesturing to the vision in white.

“Jason, the day we met, I knew you’d be a pain in my ass.” she teased, gaining a chuckle and ‘hear, hear’ from the people present, himself included. “And you are,” she added to a few more chuckles, as tears formed in both their eyes. “The day you first kissed me, I knew forever was what I wanted from you.” she grinned at him, tears falling down her cheeks, and he moved his hand to wipe them away.

“And the day I died, I knew I would leave you heartbroken.” Jason froze, the smile was still plastered on her face, and looking at Tim showed the same, as if Marinette had said nothing wrong at all.

“Wait, what?” His brow furrowed and heart starting to beat quickly in his chest. “I don't understand, Mari?”

“You need to wake up, Jason,” Tim was speaking now, the happy smile still plastered on his face as if he wasn’t breaking Jason's entire world.

“No. No I don't. We’re getting married,” Jason said frantically, looking around him at the guests and feeling a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck.

“Please, Little wing. Wake up.”

The world both fizzled out to black, the image of Marinette in her wedding dress fading quickly, and also gained a more realistic feeling behind closed eyelids.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Jason felt his lips tremble as he turned his head and slowly opened his eyes to his brother sitting next to him in a med bed in the bat cave.

His brother met his eyes, red rimmed and full of pain.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?”

The pause was a hundred years and no time at all.

“I- Yeah, Little wing. She’s gone.”

He closed his eyes again and turned to face the ceiling, tears spilling from under his eyelids.

“We were getting married.”

“I know.” was the choked reply, and he could hear the pain in Dicks voice, but he couldn’t feel anything over the rush of absolute nothing he felt.

“I love her so much, Dick.” he whispered, teeth clenching as he began to cry in earnest. Breathing felt strange, the whoosh of in and out feeling nothing like it should, and two arms encircled him as a low keening noise escaped from behind his still clenched teeth.

He was supposed to be stuck with her, forever. And as the thought of forever filled his mind, a forever now not including Marinette; Jason felt something in his chest shatter so explosively he knew he’d never find all the pieces again.

[lilcoffeecup]

Family Lost,Family Found

This is my entry for the fluff/angst Maribat April. This is the angst piece to @i-love-being-weird‘s fluff piece. Its not very long, I hope you enjoy it and if you have a chance go check out the fluff piece (it’s really good) :) @maribat-angst-fluff-april

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Life on the streets had always been hard for Jason, not knowing when his next meal would be or if he would have to endure another beatdown when he wouldn’t pay the ‘monthly tax’ to the two-bit criminal working for Black Mask. He hadn’t expected to have this weird feeling in his chest that made him want to protect her from all the bad things in life. In Crime Alley it was survival of the fittest and if you wanted to survive you were only supposed to look after yourself, only yourself. Somehow though, there she was, shivering in the rain and looking as thin as a twig which would break if simply touched.  

“Hey, its raining out, you should go back home, it’s not safe to be out here”

“I-I don’t ha-have a-a home or any wh-where to g-go”

“Well come on then, I know a place” “Wh-where?” “A lil’ up ahead, you’re shaking like a leaf so hurry up”

Upon reaching the building, Jason could see that the little girl was still shaking, it made sense though since unlike him who was only a little bit wet, she was soaked to the bone.

“Here, blueberry” Jason hands Marinette a blanket, “warm up, this place doesn’t have heating, so these blankets are all we got” gesturing to the pile of worn-out blankets which had definitely seen better days.  For the first time in a long time both Marinette and Jason feel asleep knowing that they were not alone.

Over the next few weeks, Jason and Marinette, who Jason had taken to calling pixie, became inseparable, things were somewhat good, running errands for some thugs got Jason money for food and he didn’t feel lonely ever since pixie came into his life. Jason should have known that it wouldn’t last, money was dwindling as fast as it was coming and the time for the monthly payment was coming up. He hadn’t realized how hard it would be when it wasn’t only him that he had to look out for, but also pixie, his little sister not by blood but by love.

Over the next few days Marinette could see that something had been bothering Jason, but every time she asked, he said nothing and tried to change the subject.

“Jay-Jay, what’s wrong, you seem so much more on edge for the past few days?” “Hmm, oh its nothing pixie, I scored this somewhat fresh loaf of bread today, here” Jason said, giving the loaf to Marinette and only ripping off a tiny piece. Marinette heard the rumble of Jason’s stomach and looked at him questionably, he had been getting thinner and she couldn’t help but think that it was her fault. Ripping off a big chunk of the loaf, she handed it to Jason, “Jay-Jay you need to eat, don’t think I haven’t noticed you giving me most of the food, you need it more than me” “No pix, I already ate, I brought this for you” “Bu- “. Jason cut Marinette off, “No buts pixie, you need to eat or you’re going to be a twig forever!” “Hey! I’m not a twig” “Then eat pixie” Marinette huffed then mumbled out a “fine”.

Marinette had been meaning to do something for Jason for a while now and she found her opportunity when she came upon a fruit stall, the owner was busy talking to someone, so she quickly swiped an apple. While walking away she beamed, “Jason’s gonna love it!” she thought. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the two men looking at her with knowing eyes.

“Hey! Isn’t that the kid whose been hanging around with the Todd brat these days?” “Yeah, I’ve word on the street is that she’s his sister or somethin’” The taller man, Mark, smirks, “well, well, well, guess we found the Todd brat’s weakness now”. The other man, Bill, smirks as well “collection time is coming up soon anyways, why not send a lil’ reminder”

2 blocks away from her and Jason’s hideout, Marinette was sure to hide her loot so that no prying eyes would see anything, this was for Jason and no one else. All of a sudden, she heard a holler behind her and spun around, immediately on edge.

“Hey kid! you’re with that Todd brat aren’t cha, his sister?” They didn’t wait for a response, just barreled into her, knocking her to the ground. “See, ya brother usually ends up comin’ up late on payments so we thought a lil’ incentive would nice, saves us the hassle of having to track the brat down and him a beating, ya know”  

Before she could get up and run, she felt the wind get knocked out of her by a kick to her stomach, then her ribs, she curled into herself as tight as she could, but they kept on kicking her. She hadn’t even realized when they had stopped and left, she hurt all over and farther ahead was a mushed apple with a section bitten off suggesting that someone had taken a bite then crushed it with their shoe.

Crying, bleeding, and defeated, Marinette limped back to the abandoned building she and Jason had huddled up in. As soon as she got in, she was faced by a worried Jason. “Pixie!! Where were you, I came back and you weren’t here, I was so worried something had happe- “Jason cut himself off. “Pixie, what happened to you? Where did all these bruises come from, just give me the name and I swear they won’t ever touch you again”

“I don’t know their names, but they said something about beating me up as incentive for them not having to track you down for payments and for you to avoid a beating”, Jason felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He had been worried about this month’s payment date was creeping closer and closer and how he didn’t have enough, again. He had heard that the tires business had been doing well in the Black Shack, the place where most stolen things were fenced. He would have to make sure to try and score some, and cash in a few favours to try and scrounge up the money. Batman usually stuck to the city and here, in Crime Alley, there was no Batman that was gonna swoop in and save him or pixie if he wasn’t able to pay up in time.

Jason spent almost all of the next day trying to scope out any potential places he could hit and while he was able to get some loot, it wasn’t enough. It was already after dusk and the night had set in, and he knew he better get back soon since the later at night, the more dangerous it is. Just 1 or 2 buildings before his destination, he saw it, the bat-mobile, basking under the moonlight like a gift from above, and just by looking at it he could tell that they were custom. This would easily be able to cover the rest of the payment and he could get that plushie pixie had been staring at the other day.

He first made sure that no one was nearby, it wouldn’t do for someone to try and claim his prize before he could. Confirming an all clear, or as clear as it could be for the time of night, he got to work on the tires. He was almost done taking out the 3rd tire when he heard someone around him and whipped around so fast, he was sure he would feel it in his neck later. He couldn’t see the person but definitely felt someone’s eyes on him.

“Whoever you are, beat it, I found this first so it’s mine, go find your own!”.  The response startled him, as the person came out of the shadows, “This is my car, so I don’t think I’ll beat it”, it was the Batman, and Jason felt as if those white lenses were piercing into his very being. “Ho-Holy shit, you’re the Batman!” “Yes, yes, I am, now could you put the tires back on my car?” “I-I can’t, I need the money, not all of us can afford to live lavishly like you, judging by your custom tires” “Why do you need the money, kid?” “None of your business” Jason sneered, he was getting sick of this, he had hidden the other tires well so he could come back for them tomorrow, he needed to get out of here ASAP. “Where do you think you’re going kid?” Batman asked just as Jason was about to turn and make a run for it, Jason didn’t bother to give him a response just made a mad dash for it.

He didn’t get far when Batman caught up to him, “Kid, I need you to put my tires back on” ‘this isn’t worth it’ Jason thought and decided that he would put the tires back then get back to pixie straight after. As soon as Jason had finished putting back all the tires, he was just about to get the hell out of there when he heard Batman “Get in kid” and knew that he couldn’t leave pixie all alone.

“No, I’m not going with you, you sicko! I already fixed your tires, what else do you want from me!” He struggled “The streets aren’t a safe place for kids, you’re coming with me” “No, let me go! I can’t leave her alone! You don’t understand! Let go!!” “Who her? Is there someone living with you?” Jason mentally hit himself, ‘how could he expose pixie! No, he couldn’t tell him about her!’. “No-one” Jason said as he was huddled into the bat mobile.

It was a few weeks until Jason was able to get out of the Manor and back to Crime Alley to check on pixie. When he reached the abandoned building, there was no pixie in sight, and almost nothing that would tell that anyone had lived there. Finding out through the grapevine, it turned out that pixie had been sold to a tourist couple in the façade of an adoption to pay off the debt that had built up in Jason’s absence. He had failed to protect her, failed to keep her away from all the bad things and now because of Jason’s mistakes, she was paying the price. He swore that he would find her and that when he did, he would never let her go, ever.

It had been years since that fateful night, Jason missed and thought of his little sister every day, he had given up hope on finding her after the first 2 years. Lost in thought, he didn’t realize bumping into a petite black-haired girl carrying a coffee walking out of a café that he and pixie would go to on special days if the had enough money. “Sorry mister, didn’t see you there, would you happen to know where the Wayne Enterprises building is?” “Don’t apologize, it was my fault too, lost in thought, I was just heading there myself, I can show you”. “Thank you so much!”

Jason couldn’t help but be reminded of his little pixie when looking at this girl, he felt his chest tighten up at the thought. “Hey mister, are you okay? you seem to have spaced out a bit” the girl asked. “No, I’m fine, you just remind me of someone who I miss a lot” “Funny enough, you remind me of someone I used to know and cherish a lot when I used to live here”.

“You used to live here?” Jason asked, he would definitely not have been able to tell had she not pointed it out. “Yeah, but it was a long time ago, I used to live in Crime Alley with my brother but got separated and haven’t seen him since” the girl said with a sad and pained face.

“We’re here!” Jason said as they reached the building, “Thanks for all the help mister!” said the girl and was about to walk away when Jason’s had realized that they had never introduced themselves, “Hey! What’s your name?”. The girl turned around and smiled “Sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself, Hi, I’m Marinette” Marinette stuck out her hand, Jason shook it and said “Hey, I’m Jason”. Both thought ‘that’s her/his name! It can’t be thoug-‘ they didn’t have time to finish their though before a teenager about the age of Marinette with a coffee cup in hand and a younger child came into view.

What the younger said, shook Marinette to her core, not going unnoticed by the rest, “Todd! Finally, you show up Father and Drake have been waiting for you!”. “Marinette? What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Jason looked concerningly at Marinette, “You-you’re na-name is Jason Todd?” “Yeah…why?” Jason was getting worried now but felt as if the word has stopped when he heard what Marinette said next.

Her voice cracking, Marinette spoke so quietly, almost as if whispering “Jay-Jay? Is that you?” Jason almost broke into sobs right in the lobby of W.E., could this really be happening? “Pixie, that you?”. Marinette immediately threw herself into Jason’s chest, and nodded “Ye-yeah it’s me, oh my God, jay-jay I thought I would never be able to see you again, are you really here, tell me this isn’t another dream because I don’t ever want to wake up if it is”. Jason started rubbing soothing circles on her back while shedding his own tears, “Shhh, it’s okay Pixie, it’s me, I’m really here, this is real and I thought I would never see you again either” “God pix, I’m so, so, sorry I left you all alone, I looked for you everywhere but never found you”. “Please don’t leave me again” Marinette sobbed, “I don’t want to lose you again”. Jason felt even more tears pooling and dripping from his eyes, “Never pixie, I will never leave you, ever.” 

Jason tightly hugged Marinette, “I missed you Jay-Jay” “I missed you too Pixie,  I missed you too”. 

~fin.

[percyinpanties]

how about a Circle AU (like the Netflix show.) where Nico goes in catfishing as his boyfriend Jason and Percy goes in as himself and they catch feelings.

ooooh anon i love this idea, so much potential I love it. I know I'm not gonna write it, i honestly am not sure how I'd go about it, so I'm just gonna throw some ideas out there and if anyone does ever write it, please tag me, yes?

there's some people in the circle who think Jason/Nico is a catfish because Jason on first glance does not look gay. In response, Nico posts a pride photo in one of those photo challenges just to be petty.

are they able to contact the outside world? i don't think so? so when Nico realises it's becoming more than playing a game he has no way of talking it out with Jason and essentially is in constant crisis

Percy is trying so hard not to fall, because it's ridiculous right? it could be anyone on the other side, but they just get along so well.

neither of them win, nico gets voted out halfway through - and he chooses to go see percy, even though he is so nervous.

nico comes through the door and percy just stares because, damn, but also who the hell is this? like, rationally, he knows it's who he met as Jason, but also his brain isn't really catching up.

so nico confesses and percy makes a joke about how Nico really had no need to use anyone else's face and finally Percy breaks and asks him "hold up - who is Jason then?"

and nico hates himself a little when he says "... he's my boyfriend."

Percy doesn't say anything to that, just nods, lips thinned to a line, looking like a kicked puppy. In the show there is a fade to black but I reckon they get to talk a bit more and Nico makes a quiet promise that it wasn't all for a game and that, when this is over, Percy should still hit him up and they can figure out where to go from there.

Nico's leaving message for the circle is very genuine, talking about having made unexpected connections that made him wish he'd gone him as himself. Percy cries a little tear but refused to speak about it.

not sure where this ends, but i reckon they get to talking after and Percy realises he wasn't played as much as he thought originally. Nico does have some things to figure out first, but y'know I'm a slut for poly ships, so obv this ends in a happy threeway.

[peppersonironi]

Duke Thomas/The Signal Fic Recs

This is for @capttain-emo who saw me reblog this wonderful rec list by @stories-from-the-batcave , and asked if I knew any more. (I highly recommend those, btw, I love all the fics on that list! Yes, that includes the one I wrote in there) Duke Thomas is my favorite Batfam member, so I have a bunch! Unfortunately, there isn’t as much Duke content out there as I’d hope - people just don’t seem to like him as much for some reason? It’s sad. So, there are gonna be a couple here written by me. Rest assured, I have way more Duke content on the way - including a WIP coming out this week! (Ao3 linked out at the top of my blog)

I love recommending Fics, so hit me up in my inbox if there’s a trope or character or relationship (platonic or not) that you’d really love to read! I also write fan fiction, and my requests are always open!

1. Siblings: The Truth of the Matter by Me!

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & his siblings

Duke had a strange family. Two of his siblings had been raised from birth to be assassins. One was born in a circus. One had been a crime lord for a time. Yet another was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company by the age of seventeen. All of them dressed up in spandex every night to punch bad guys.

So when he was woken up by icy water being splashed in his face, tied to a chair in nothing but his boxers, he wasn't surprised. Now, that's not to say he wasn't worried. Duke was definitely worried. Especially since it was these two.

AKA Duke gets tied up and questioned by his siblings, all while drugged with Truth Serum!

2. Bliss by Me!

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Damian

Duke walks in on a sleeping assassin child in need of comfort, and takes a chance. Brotherly bonding ensues!

3. An ever growing family of birds and bats by alicecrow6

Rating: General Audiences/Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Damian

a series of Batkids Age Reversal fics where Damian comes first, then Harper, then Duke and so on.

4. look at me, all the things I can do by Aelig  

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Cass, Duke & Bruce

"Duke took a bite of his toast, gaze still on Bruce. His foster father was sipping at his coffee, eyebrows frowning. To an outsider, you would think he was reading the morning news on his tablet, like always; Duke knew better. Bruce's look was a little away from the screen, his lips downward.

It was almost funny, to watch Bruce internally panic."

OR: It's the morning, and Duke is going back to school for the first time since his injury.

5. The Batchair(s) Issue by NightFlier

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen w/ background ships Relationships: Duke & Cass, Duke & Steph, Steph/Cass Trio & Batfam

Duke Thomas feels like an outsider, and not just because he's part of the new Outsiders team roster. He's the newest member of the legendary Batclan and hasn't yet formed the close bonds that the others share. Not to mention, he's the only active Meta on the team. As if it wasn't hard enough to relate with people with such colorful, unique backgrounds.

But it's okay! Duke has a plan and it'll probably work for a while before crashing & burning. BatShenanigans ahead.

6. All That Glitters is Gold (Unfortunately) by IndefiniteIceCube

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Tim, Duke & Steph

The world is gold and Duke can't breathe.

He can't breathe.

He was sitting in AP World History just a minute ago.

Was it a minute ago? It seemed like a minute ago but it could have been hours because all he can focus on is that he can’t breathe. His lungs won’t fill and- and he’s trying he swears but he just. can’t. breathe.

And the gold—

-----

Duke's powers emerge.

It doesn't go well.

7. Be the Light that Helps Others See by Ace_Corvid @ace-corvid

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam

Duke didn't really know what to expect from movie nights with the Bats.

He could only assume they approached this with the same determined intensity as they approached everything else. They were all so extra it was like their gauge for normal was completely broke. He wasn't really prepared for this.

And yet here he was. Surrounded.

(Alternatively; Batkid's have a movie night.)

8. I've Made a Million Mistakes by Sohotthateveryonedied

“Y’all need Jethuth.”

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam

“Don’t worry,” Dick says, throwing his arm around Duke’s shoulders. “Everyone in this room has had their teeth knocked out at one point or another. It’s a rite of passage around here.”

“I don’t know how to tell you thith, but that doethn’t happen to normal people. We acthually prefer to keep our teeth, believe it or not.”

“Wait until you get your first major battle scar. Trust me, they’re cool.”

“Y’all need Jethuth.”

9. Children (All of Them) by TheFalconWarrior

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam

In which Tim is not stupid but Jason might just be, Damian is furious, Dick kind of feels like he should be doing…something, Steph is ecstatic, and Duke wonders how long he can survive.

10. In the Dark of the Night by Aelig

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Jason, Batfam

"Duke was woken up by someone sliding into his bed. Someone big judging by how the mattress shifted.

Because Duke was a well-trained vigilante, his first reflex was obviously to kick whoever was being creepy right now and push them out of his bed.

It was only when the someone landed on the floor with a yelp that Duke realized that he was at Wayne Manor, which was incredibly secure – normally. He could recognize the voice, too."

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: none

OR: The Batfam and their way to deal with nightmares.

11. Welcome to the Family by angstyelephant

In which Duke Thomas goes back to the beginning.

12. Family-- by incorrectbatfam

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & batfam

“Your assignment over the weekend is to write a poem about your family.”

13. I'm Still Climbing(Even When the Rest Have Fallen) by anidear

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Dick, Duke & Damian

After his first exposure to the Fear Toxin, Dick checks in on Duke.

14. The cat and the newcomer by Fleur_de_Violette

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Alfred the Cat

Duke always found people talking to their pets about their problems silly. And yet here he was.

15. Duke-napped by NightOwl1600

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Bruce, Duke & batfam

The others don’t really bother Duke with his business. They all care about him, he knows, but outside of the vigilante business, they don’t really care to ask aside from the typical “How was school?” or “Can you buy me some chilidogs after you’re done with whatever you’re doing?” So he’s a bit concerned if they’ll even notice when he’s been kidnapped as Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne’s newest ward. But he’s not about to panic; as the others seem to be so determined that traumatizing new experiences are part of Bat-initiation.

Meanwhile, the rest of the family freaks out because “Did anyone go over the do’s and don’ts of getting kidnapped with Duke?!”

16. Nightmare/Hallucination by FearfulKitten @fearfulkittenwrites

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Jason

Duke found himself staring at the ceiling again. His heart was no longer racing, but he wouldn’t exactly say that he was calm either. This is the moment after the end of a race you lost, when all of the adrenaline is starting to wear off and the hopelessness sets in. That’s it. You’re out of the competition, buddy.

Except that this isn’t a race, and Duke hasn’t just lost his spot for the finals. He had simply lost sleep.

17. Jason Todd, Big Brother Part 8792 by Gemini_00

Rating: General Audiences Category: Other Relationships: Duke & Jason, Duke & Damian

Robin and the Signal sneak along the Outlaws mission in order to steal a bazooka and hang out with Kori. Jason has to deal with two little brothers and feeding a team of outlaws. He's putting this on Bruce's credit

18. "What's wrong? What's happening?" By FearfulKitten @fearfulkittenwrites

Rating: General Audiences Category: Other Relationships: Duke & Tim

Duke runs into trouble during his daytime patrol, and ends up needing some back up. The resident over-productive insomniac bat picks up the call.

(A little bit of and Duke interaction for a nice tumblr Anon :) I hope you like it!)

19. Nightmares by FearfulKitten @fearfulkittenwrites

Rating: Teen Category: Other Relationships: Duke & Dick

Filling the nightmare square on my bingo card with the help of an anon on tumblr who asked for a fic where Duke has a nightmare and asks for the help of one of the older batboys!

"Duke checked the time again. Two minutes had passed.

Time was ticking too slowly. He was tired, but sitting alone in the dark was definitely not a good idea right now.

He’d have to ask for help."

20. Brothers in Arms by TheFalconWarrior

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam

...possibly against each other. Batkid prank wars are the worst.

Duke is learning. Tim is evil. So is Damian. Dick is embarrassing. Jason is dramatic. Steph is brave. Babs is all-knowing. Cass wants in. Alfred is a little amused, and Bruce is so. Tired.

21. First rule of Robin, right? By ALzzza

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Damian,Duke & Dick

"Nothing’s going to hurt you—you got that, nothing.”

Duke doesn’t have anything better to do but it’s not like that matters. Hell, he’d drop everything and run—always in time to catch this little bird.

Or, Damian’s Been Having Nightmares, Duke To The Rescue—Dick Always With The Reassurance

22. Duke's Diary by fiery_day

 Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam,Duke & Dick

This is a couple of journal entries by Duke as he learns to become Signal. He relates his thoughts on the batfamily and aspects of the vigilante life he now leads.

23. Significance of a Gala by nxttime

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Batfam,Duke & Jason, Duke & Tim

This year’s Wayne Gala would be Duke’s first, and he had no clue how to feel about it.

 25. The cloud that looks after each other by Batmango

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Bruce, Duke & Goliath

Duke wakes up the Bat cave after a fight with the Joker.

For MashpotatoeQueen5 as a thanks for using so many of my prompt in the excellent January Jot-Downs.

Prompt: a hurt comfort after an injury/illness? Or just cuddles. I love me some cuddles.

26. The One You’ll Know By by Redrikki

Rating: Teen Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Bruce, Bruce & Alfred

After losing his memory, Bruce asked Alfred not to tell him about his vigilante life, but he's beginning to think his butler left a few other things out. Like, say, his kids.

27. Duke Thomas Hates Bullies by Gemini_00

Rating: Unrated Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Steph, Duke & Tim, Duke & Bruce, Duke & Damian

Everyone loves that Duke Thomas isn't like all those other crazy Waynes. Everyone loves that the Signal isn't trying to get himself killed. Duke may not see Bruce as his dad, but he is definitely part of the bat family. and nobody is going to bully his family. Or, Duke Thomas Kicks Ass.

28. batman is dancing to fortnight and this might as well happen because vigilante life is already so *Goddamn* weird (Duke Thomas: A Memoir) by MashpotatoeQueen5

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Bruce, Duke & Batfam

You may not have time to unpack all that, but Duke Thomas does.

(He doesn't get it either.)

(He loves his new crazy family nonetheless.)

29. In a World Where You Can Be Anything, Be Kind by RedHoodie1723

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Bruce, Duke & Batfam

Day Six of Batfam Week 2020: Take Your Child To Work Day

It was Duke's first time visiting Wayne Enterprises, and he couldn't help but be intrigued by the Martha Wayne Foundation.

30. You’re My Brother by blackpercy

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Duke & Dick

Duke's missing his parents a lot and Dick comes in to help his little brother.

And that’s it for the list! I hope you enjoy these thirty works! Once again, send me an ask if you have requests for fics, recs, or if you have general questions!

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - Chapter 12

Pairing: Eric Northman x Reader

Warnings: canon typical

***

By the time you joined Sookie in the lobby, you were more convinced than ever that her brother hadn’t killed anyone. You just didn’t buy for a moment that he wouldn’t remember any of it.

“You’re a horrible person, Andy Bellefluer and it won’t be long until everyone knows it.” Sookie was giving the detective another piece of her mind and you almost felt bad for him.

Jason’s friend Rene was leaning on against a nearby wall, his eyes darting between Sookie and Andy as he they fought. His gaze shifted to you as you stepped forward and he gave you a small smile. You nodded in acknowledgement as you stepped forward and placed your hand on Sookie’s shoulder.

She jumped at the contact and spun to face you, her eyes wide. “This isn’t doing any good, Sook. Let’s give Detective Bellefluer a break.”

Her mouth opened to respond and you squeezed her shoulder as you gave a little shake of your head. She frowned but nodded and headed to the door. You remained right behind her, nudging her forward when she would have resumed yelling at the detective.

As soon as the two of you were out the door she turned to face you. “Jason didn’t do this. He wouldn’t.”

“I know, Sook. Get in the truck.”

“But, Y/N—”

You’d already made it to your truck and glanced back at her. “Truck, Sookie.”

She was in her seat chattering away by the time you got yourself settled behind the wheel.

“Sookie,” you said firmly but not unkindly. You needed her to pay attention.

She shut up and stared at you with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to convince me of anything. There’s no love lost between me and your brother, but I don’t think he did this. But you have to quit running around declaring you know who did to anyone that will listen. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

She grinned. “That’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it?”

***

Even though you tried to talk her out of it, Sookie insisted on going into work. You backed off when she agreed to only investigate telepathically. No questions. No discussing the case with anyone. No public accusations. And no yelling at the deputy.

You sat at a table in the corner of Merlotte’s that gave you a view of most of the room. Your gaze trailed Sookie as she worked. As much as you tried, you found it impossible to ignore Andy and his groupies any longer. When Sookie stopped to stare, you knew she couldn’t either. Bud dismissed himself from the table obviously unwilling to listen to Andy’s bullshit any longer. You slid into his spot.

“Hey, Andy.”

He grunted and looked you over. “Hey.” He opened his mouth to say something else and you cut him off.

“How about using a little tact?”

He frowned in confusion.

“No? Too much for you to understand? How about compassion? You know that one?” You gestured toward Sookie with your thumb. His gaze darted over and he at least had the heart to look a little guilty.

Nothing but disdain remained by the time he shifted his attention back to you.

“You don’t think that about her, Andy Bellefleur,” Sookie demanded appearing next to the table. “She’s good people. Better than you, that’s for sure.”

Your lips twitched. She was breaking her promise to refrain from yelling at Andy but you reckoned he deserved it. Before he could respond, she turned to you. “I need to go. You were right. I shouldn’t have come in.”

You were up in an instant. “Yeah. Let’s go. Tell Sam you’re leaving while I grab my book.”

By the time you snatched your book off the table she was already heading down the back hallway. You hurried to catch up with her. As the two of you stepped outside you draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into your side. “It’ll be okay, Sook. We’ll find out who really did this and Andy will look like a bigger ass than he already does.”

Both of you got into the truck and you turned the key. Nothing. Odd. You never had issues with this truck.

“What’s wrong?” Sookie asked.

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Just give me a moment.” You popped the hood and opened the door to hop out.

“Everything all right?” Rene called out, making you jump.  

You turned to him as your feet hit the gravel. “Just a little car trouble. Nothing to worry about.”

“Want me to take a look?”

“No.” You supposed you could have been politer but you didn’t care. “I got it.”

Sookie got out on the other side. “Hey Rene.”

“Hey Sookie. You want me to take you home? I can get my buddy to tow it to the shop for you.”

His attention was on Sookie so you took the moment to study him. This was all too convenient, too helpful.

“That sounds great. Doesn’t it, Y/N?” Sookie says, happy to have a solution in sight.

“Not really, no.”

She huffed. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

You moved around the truck and arched a brow as you stared down at her.

“Rene is one of Jason’s best friends. He’s not gonna hurt us and frankly I don’t want to stay here a moment longer than I have to. Are you sure you can fix the truck?”

You shrugged. You were good at seeing what was wrong with a vehicle. Less skilled at fixing it once you’d found the problem.

“Then lets just take Rene up on his offer and get home.”

You sighed. “Yeah, all right, Sookie.”

You lifted the hood and let it slam shut as you walked past. After making sure there was nothing in the vehicle anyone was likely to steal you locked up. “Thanks for the ride,” you said as you followed Rene to his truck.

He grinned. “It’s no problem a’tall.”

***

When you arrived at the house, Sookie ignored the look you gave her and invited Rene in for a glass of tea. “Excuse me a moment,” you said before following her into the kitchen. Sookie was busy getting glasses out of the cupboard. “I get this is your Southern hospitality kicking in but one glass and then he goes.”

“Y/N—”

You held up a hand to cut her off. “It’s not up for debate. One glass.”

She bit her lip as she nodded. “Okay.”

You headed toward the living room not wanting to leave Rene alone any longer. You pulled out your phone to send Eric a quick text so he’d know the plan for the evening. “Sorry about that…” you trailed off as the empty room came into view. What the hell?

A sound from your left drew your attention but before you could turn toward it, pain exploded from your temple and the world went black.

***

Sookie screaming your name is what brought you around. You pushed yourself up, shaking your head in an attempt to clear it. What the fuck?

A male voice yelled calling Sookie a fucking bitch. Getting your feet under you, you ran out the open front door. After pausing on the front porch for a moment to get your bearings, you hauled ass toward the shouting.

Your long strides ate up the ground as you neared the cemetery. You reached behind to draw the gun you’d put on before taking Sookie to work only to find the holster empty. Son of a bitch. You didn’t have time to worry about where you’d lost it now. You had to get to Sookie.

When you rounded the bend in the road, there was no sign of Sookie but Rene stood in the middle of the stones obviously searching for her. Forcing yourself to speed up, you launched yourself at him once you were close enough. You took him down but your momentum had you tumbling past him.

You were on your feet in a flash only to find Rene getting up as well. He narrowed his gaze. “You’re a tough bitch, ain’t ya?” There was no trace of his cajun accent.

You stepped forward, only stopping when he pointed a gun at you. Your gun to be precise. Fuck. A sound on the other side of the cemetery drew his attention and you took the opportunity to dive at him once more. Unfortunately, he was faster than you anticipated. The white-hot pain of a bullet punching through your upper chest pierced through you. You bit back a scream. You hated getting shot.

Before you could begin to recover, a solid kick impacted your ribs. You grunted in pain. Definitely steel tipped boots. The blows continued to come to your ribs and back as you covered your head and curled forward to protect your stomach. He lifted you by your hair and slammed your head into the tombstone behind you. Pain once again flooded through you. Your vision went fuzzy at the edges as you swallowed the bile that rose in your throat.

Suddenly, something latched onto Rene’s throat with a growl. They rolled off and you used the opportunity to look around desperately for a weapon. A shovel laid in the dirt a short distance away and you scrambled toward it, getting a hand around it just as Rene hit the dog in the head with a small statue. You gave no warning before swinging the tool at his head. The blow knocked him sideways but your injuries kept you from putting the full force of your strength behind it.

You swung again, not about to give him the chance to recover. He yelled and reached for you. You responded by driving the point of the shovel into his throat. A couple of jumps onto the step separated his head from his body. “Asshole,” you growled as you kicked him. You stumbled sideways with the motion and let yourself fall to the ground. You supposed you could take a break now.

You leaned your back on a headstone. Sookie’s face soon filled your vision. “Check on Sam,” you said with a lift of your chin.

“But you’re bleeding.”

“I’m also awake. Check on Sam, Sookie.”

You squinted up at the sky trying to guess how far you were from sundown.

[fanfics4all]

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Request: Yes / No  Hey can you do a soulmate au the reader dyes her hair crazy colors a lot and Spencer ends up having that color if that makes sense thank you 🖤❤️ @iwannadue

Send me a request, please look here first! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1863

Warnings: talk of tourture

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Prompt(s): If you dye your hair your soulmate’s changes too.

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When I was growing up I desperately wanted to dye my hair. My parents were completely against that idea, even though that was literally the only way to find your soulmate. So after college and I decided to be a bartender I dyed my hair for the first time. I picked pastel purple and waited to see if anyone I knew had the same hair color. Sadly, there was no one with my same color. Soon I got bored with purple and went with a scarlet red. Again no one coming in and out of the bar had my hair color. None of my friends had my hair color, no one did. Again I soon got bored with the color, I dyed it to dark blue. Once again, nothing. I kept getting bored of my hair color and changing it every month or two. 

Spencer’s POV

My Mother told me about soulmates growing up and how you find them. If you or your soulmate dyes their hair, your hair changes as well. As much as I wanted to find my soulmate, I didn’t have a desire to change my hair color. It seems my soulmate didn’t either. That was until I woke up with purple hair. I was getting ready for work when I noticed it. I groaned knowing that I didn’t have time to get dye and change it back to normal. I walked into the office and sighed, I didn’t want to hear everyone say things about my new found hair color. 

“Oh pretty boy! Looks like your soulmate got their hands on some color!” Morgan said as I sat at my desk. 

“Just ignore it, please.” I said and he chuckled. 

“A little hard to do that since you have purple hair.” He said and I sighed. 

“I’m well aware.” I said and started work. 

Over the next few months my soulmate kept changing their hair color. I had every color there could be! I was kind of annoyed by it, but at the same time it made me happy knowing that they were probably a fun loving and outgoing person. Currently I had pink hair and we were on our way to West Virginia and I was always embarrassed by having unnatural colored hair on the job. But if I changed it back to my normal color, my soulmate would just change it back to whatever color they wanted. My team had gotten used to it, but it was still annoying. 

“Our unsub has been kidnapping female bartenders, keeping them for four days tourching them and then killing them by strangling them with a belt.” Hotch said. I noticed that they all had unnaturally colored hair. 

“Did any of them find their soulmate?” I asked. 

“No, they were all looking for said soulmate.” Garcia answered. 

“What if this guy is posing as their soulmate?” JJ said. 

“That would make sense, girls desperate to find their person. It would be easy to take advantage of.” Emily said. 

“Doesn’t really give us any leads, just that we’re looking for a guy with unnaturally colored hair. 

“It’s a start.” Hotch said. 

Y/N’s POV 

I now had pink hair and I was starting to lose hope that soulmate was here. I was working my shift and that’s when I saw him. He was tall, skinny, he was dressed perfect for the club I worked at, and the same pink as me on his head. He noticed me and smiled, walking up to me. 

“It’s you.” He said and I smiled. 

“It’s you.” I said back and he chuckled. 

“So you’re the one that’s been changing my hair color like crazy.” He said and I nodded. 

“That would be me.” I said taking a small bow. 

“What’s your name?” I asked. 

“Jason, what about you beautiful?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” I said. 

“Well Y/N, when do you get off?” He asked and I checked the time. 

“Two hours left.” I answered. 

“Well, how about I take you out and we get to know each other in two hours?” He asked and I smiled. 

“It’s a date.” I said and he nodded. 

“I’ll be back then.” He said and I nodded. 

“See you then.” I said and went to go help a customer. 

Spencer’s POV

We’ve been here for two days now and the unsub got another girl. Morgan and I were going to the bar she worked at to see if anyone that worked there saw anything. When we got there the manager greeted us. 

“Y/N was working at that bar with Krysta, she can tell you more than I can.” He said and we nodded. 

“Great, thank you.” I said and we made our way to Krysta. 

“Krysta?” Morgan asked and we showed her our badges. 

“Are you here about Y/N? Is she okay?” She asked worried. 

“Can you tell us what you saw the night she went missing?” Morgan asked. 

“Yeah sure, We were working like normal and Y/N had just recently dyed her hair a new color, she’s obsessed with finding her soulmate since she couldn’t dye her hair while she was living with her parents. Anyway, some guy walked up to the bar and he had the same pink as she did, actually looked like the pink you have. They talked for a bit, but I didn’t hear, she told me when they finished that she was going on a date with her soulmate after her shift.” She said and my heart sank. 

“Do you have any pictures of her by any chance?” I asked before Morgan could say anything. 

“Uh, yeah on my phone.” She said and pulled up a picture. Sure enough we had the same exact pink hair. 

“What other colors has she had?” I asked. Krysta swiped through her phone and she had all the same hair colors at the same time I did, this couldn’t be a coincidence. I looked over at Morgan and he knew what I was thinking. 

“Can you tell us what the guy looked like?” He asked. 

“Actually, I can show you.” She answered and told us to follow her. We followed her to the cameras and she showed us a video of Y/N and the guy. 

“Did you ever notice him before this night?” Morgan asked. 

“Not that I can remember.” She answered. 

“Excuse me, I heard you two are with the FBI?” A man said walking up to us. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning, Mickey?” Krysta asked. 

“Yeah, but I heard that the FBI was here investigating Y/N going missing.” Mickey said. 

“What can you tell us?” I asked. 

“That guy she was talking to the other night, I’ve seen him around here a few times. He was always watching her and he didn’t have the same color hair as Y/N until that night.” He said. 

“So he was stalking her.” I said. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Krysta asked him. 

“I wasn’t working that night, remember? If I knew then I would have said something!” He said. 

“Right, sorry…” She said and he nodded. 

“Alright, thanks for the information.” I said as Morgan called Garcia. 

“Hey babygirl, we have some security footage here with the guys face, can you work your magic?” He asked. 

“Alright, we’re on our way, thanks babygirl.” He said and hung up. 

“We gotta go. Garcia found the guy, the team is meeting us there.” He said and we rushed out. 

We got there as fast as we could and the team showed up soon after. If this girl was really my soulmate I was extremely worried. Hotch sent me, Morgan, and himself to the front, while JJ, Emily, and Rossi were sent around back. Morgan kicked down the door and we stormed in. 

“FBI!” He shouted and we searched the house. We heard Y/N scream and we rushed to the back room. Morgan kicked down the door and there was Jason slicing her arm open. 

“You’re too late.” He smirked and Morgan tackled him. 

“We need an ambulance.” I said putting my gun away and rushed to Y/N. I wrapped my hand around her arm to try and stop the bleeding. Hotch was untying her and she looked up to me. 

“Pink hair.” She whispered before her eyes shut. 

“Keep your eyes open Y/N!” I begged, but she didn’t open them. The paramedics came in and took her away. Hotch nodded at me to go with them. 

Y/N’s POV 

I woke up slightly in pain and looked around the room. I was in the hospital? So that wasn’t just a horrible nightmare… I sat up in pain and a doctor walked in. 

“Hello Miss. Y/L/N, do you know why you’re here?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I was kidnapped and tortured.” I said and he nodded with a sad smile. 

“Well you injuries were manageable, we were able to patch you up.” He said and I smiled. 

“Thanks Doc.” I said. 

“You will be able to leave in a few days, we just want to keep an eye on you to be safe.” He said and I nodded again. 

“I understand.” I said. 

“Well, I’m just here to run a few tests to be safe then I can send in the visitor you have.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“A visitor?” I asked and he nodded with a smile. 

“Alright.” I said and he ran the tests. After he was done he sent in whoever was here to see me. 

“Um, hello…” A small voice said and I looked over to see a man with the same pink hair as me. I gulped and shrunk into myself a bit. 

“My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I’m with the FBI.” He said walking in a little bit closer. I looked at him for a moment and then it hit me. 

“You were the one that was trying to stop the bleeding!” I said, feeling relaxed around him now. 

“That was me.” He said with a smile. 

“Your hair is also pink.” I said and he nodded. 

“Um I think that’s because I’m your soulmate…” He said and I stared at him. 

“No offence, but after what I just went through I’m not gonna trust your word.” I said and he nodded. 

“Your co-worker Krysta show me pictures of you with all your hair colors with dates.” He said. 

“Alright?” I said and he bit his lip. He took out his phone and showed me some pictures of him with the same colors at the same time I did and my eyes widened. 

“I-It really is you?” I asked with tears in my eyes. 

“It is.” He smiled. I pulled out all the needles and wires that were poking me and rushed up to him, ignoring the pain. 

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” I said and kissed him. 

“This might not be the best time to say this, but can we agree on a normal color?” He asked. 

“Lucky for you I’m not feeling pink anymore.” I said and kissed him again. 

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LoL Chapter 15- Enemies or Allies

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A Wizard Hermits tale (AU belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

Back in the capitol, Milliara, the hermits discover they aren’t the only ones who have entered the Chimaera’s Championship as a non-guild team. New faces with similar ideas, or new enemies to take on? 

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland

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“Did you really register us as team STAR?” Grian mumbles, glaring over at Doc. They never should trust a puppet mage. “We’re the hermits, not some silly dodgeball team.” 

“They know we’re a guild as the hermits. A guild that isn’t legal. At least now they won’t be suspecting us.” Doc takes the scroll, passing it off to TFC. Milliara was busy, busier than he’s ever seen it. The championship brought people from all over Lairyon, here to see the best mages compete for glory, gold, and good times. “Come on, now that we’re checked in we can go to the accommodations.” 

“I was wondering why our packs were so light.” Mumbo hums. “I don’t have to carry my own bed and home.” 

“Thank the gods.” Tango breathes. He likes camping out with the other hermits, but having to carry the tents and bedrolls long distances is a pain. He hurries to catch up with Impulse and BDubs, chittering about what events they plan on doing. It feels weird, walking down the streets of Milliara after last time they were here. Welcomed back as a team, after Magistrate Dolios threw them out and told them to disband as a guild. Tango winces, remembering the cape in Dolios’s dark office. He’s not losing another guild, not like Impulse, Zedaph, and he has before. 

They round the corner, walking over a raised bridge that rises above a swamp canal, spotting the inn they were given. It’s made of old, weathered wood, almost no windows on the bottom floor. One window on the top floor is broken. The building looks to be leaning, only propped up by the chimney at this point. TFC shrugs. Better a roof over his head than sleeping in a tent. He marches towards the door, invoking the others to join him.

“Here we ar-” TFC is cut off as soon as he opens the door, heat blasting his face and hot magma  illuminating the tavern of the inn. Water splashes the group, followed by a shout. 

“Mitch! You’re gonna burn the whole town down!” A kipling yells, sending a wave over the lava and forcing it to cool. 

“Jerome said the wood was magic tempered.” Mitch shrugs, looking over at the large creature at the bar. Someone the hermits can only assume is Jerome, who shrugs and returns to his drink. “So long as it didn’t burn you, what’s the harm?” 

“You did almost burn these people.” The kipling waves behind him, pointing at the hermits. The group can only stand in shock and a bit of fright. It...wasn’t exactly the nicest inn in Milliara. Far from that, in fact. The tavern was small, dark, with the only light coming from a dying fireplace. Barstools were rickety, the one holding up the fuzzy beast hardly taking his massive size. Chairs were held together with glue, mismatched around each different table. A bartender cleans varying mugs, no set complete. Only six other people are in the tavern, including Mitch, Jerome, and the kipling. 

“Uhhh, hello?” Wels’s response is more of a question than a statement. “Are...are you competitors for the Chimaera’s Championship as well?”

“We were ssssstarting to think we were the only team that wasssss boarded up in the lossssserssss cabin.” Joe leaps back, alarmed as a talking snake slithers past him. The snake climbs up the cooled lava, curling up next to the fireplace. To the hermits’ surprise, the snake becomes a man, stretched out in front of the warmth. 

“Is that what this place is?” Doc grumbles, looking around. He’s stolen from beggers richer than this. 

Next to Jerome, one of the mages stands. A brown mop of hair frames a boisterous face, childish eyes hidden behind tinted glasses. “Don’t listen to my friends. They’re just a little hyper. I’m Sky, these idiots behind me are Quentin,” 

“Hey!” Quentin retorts to the idiot label, but Sky isn’t listening. 

“The hothead is Mitch, and his friend Jerome.” Sky points out the ginger haired flame mage, who’s doing his best to clean up the cooled magma. Lucky for him, he’s got the help of Jerome, who’s own earth magic handles the rock easily. “Ty is the snake.”

“I’m a basilisk, dude.” Ty sits up, eyes sharpening into a challenge for the gloved leader. 

“Still a snake, in a way. Whatever, there’s also Jason-” He points out the last person, reclined in a chair with his feet on the table. He winks and salutes hello, not getting up from his perch. “And...uh, where’s Ssundee?” 

“Last I saw him he was out in our room, tinkering with stuff.” Quentin nods to the stairs. 

Cleo furrows her eyebrows. “The window was broken open in one of the rooms above.” 

“Ah, so he’s out shopping.” Quentin sighs, stepping over Mitch and Jerome as they clean up and flopping down in a chair.

The hermits squeeze in, retrieving keys from the innkeeper. Groups pair up to find bedspace, their meager supplies tossed into their rooms before returning to the tavern floor. A few remain upstairs, taking the time to rest. 

Once he’s downstairs and settled, BDubs frowns, looking at his drink as he’s hit with the aftertaste. He knows a thing or two about ale, and this tastes like swill. “They really put us up in, like, the worst place possible.” 

“I think they did that to every team. You know, we aren’t quite as important to be a guild, to get the good accommodations.” Quentin mutters, pouring out his drink and watching it foam on the floor. Disgusting. “But you guys...you’re big. How’re you not a guild already?” 

“Let’s just say the magistrate doesn’t really like us.” Grian sighs, flopping across his chair in an awkward position. Surely not the way a chair was designed to be sat in. 

“Screw that guy.” Everyone looks up, quite surprised to hear Ty hiss out his words. To say such a negative thing about Magistrate Dolios, in the open. What if an arcane guard walked by? “He thinks he’s so high and mighty, so perfect. It’s annoying.” 

“Things...have changed since that man came to power.” Jerome adds. 

“That’s right, your kind lives much longer than most species.” Xisuma leans forward. 

“Mhhmm,” he scratches at the crown of his head, fur petting across fur. “Guilds aren’t what they used to be. Guilds used to be just groups of friends, or maybe organizations with likeminded interests. Anything could be a guild, anyone could be a guildmember. Now...now it’s a status symbol for the wealthy and powerful.” 

Xisuma glances around, seeing other hermits nodding. He itches to tell their fellow competitors their plan, but Doc’s red robotic eye keeps him silent. He knows that what they’re about to do is treason. No one else needs to know about it. They could rat them out, and then Dolios will have every reason to arrest them. 

“I’m just glad we get to compete in the games!” Scar cheers, earning a chorus of agreement and a few toasts. “What do you think changed the Council’s mind to let teams compete?” 

“I...I’ve been wondering that as well.” Doc growls. Why all of a sudden now? The games have been closed to guilds only for years, and now the Council is letting anyone join in? It seems unusual. But it doesn’t matter- this is the perfect coverup. He looks around, pushing the thoughts out of his head. He needs to focus on planning the heist. It needs to go off without a hitch. They have no room for error. “I thought I saw another nonguild team joined? Have they been boarded up here as well?” 

Sky shrugs, tapping his gloved fingers against the pewter cup. “We haven’t seen anyone but you guys.” 

“Do you think they flaked out?” Etho appears suddenly, reclining in a chair as he appears from the shadows around it. The other group, who have called themselves Team Crafted, all leap in surprise by his arrival. The hermits have grown used to his shenanigans by now. “Or maybe the guilds intimidated them into quitting.” 

The talking continues, but Doc has retreated into his own conversation. As welcoming as it is to meet another group of mages who seem just as frustrated as them about the Council and their restrictions. But can they be trusted? He’s learned a thing or two about trust, his time spent as a criminal and a rebel. They may all be laughing and sharing this horrible beer now, but come tomorrow, come the tournament, and they will do anything to win. He doesn’t know if they’re to be trusted as allies, so he’ll see them as enemies. 

The door crashes open, jolting Doc out of his mind. Across the way, Jerome sighs, putting his head in his hands. “Ssundee, what have we told you about kicking doors?” 

“I found new friends!” The person in the doorway skips in, black curls bouncing alongside a five-oclock shadow. Brown overalls are stained with oil, as are blue gloves. “Though it seems like you guys found even more.” 

“And that’s Ssundee.” Sky states, finally able to reconcile with his whole team. “Ssundee, this is the Team STAR. They’re competing in the championship as well.” 

“Oh, so you’re the last nonguild team that signed up!” Ssundee surges forward, eyes glimmering with excitement, curious to see everyone. 

“Last? What about the third group?” Iskall tilts his head. 

“Those are my new friends!” Ssundee waves to the open door, where three figures stand in the precipice between sunlight and the dark tavern. Iskall raises his eyebrows, watching as the shortest one joins Ssundee’s side. They already look like best friends, even though they’ve hardly known each other. The other two enter in, the tallest closing the door behind her quite abruptly. 

“Three people? That’s not a very big team.” Grian questions, sitting up to get a good look at the trio. It’s an odd mix, three very different people and three very different attitudes. 

“We’re the wanderers! I’m Red,” The short kipling motions to himself, smiling. “And my friends are Ecto and Avon.” Red motions to each one. Ecto offers a short wave, a coy smile appearing on her face from under a brown hood. The last one doesn’t respond, sticking to the corner. Grian’s eyes widen as he notices that the last has massive black wings. What kind of magic is that? 

“So this is everyone who dares go against the guilds?” TFC looks at the eclectic bunch. He can’t help but laugh, shaking his head as the wanderers scrabble up the stairs and over one another. And he thought the hermits were a strange team. “They won’t know what’s coming for them.”

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I Will be Your Tim Drake for Tonight (3) (Jason Todd/ Reader)

Summary:  Preferring to do anything but your physics project, you decide to accepts Tim’s proposal. It’s simple. He does your project, you try to figure out whether Jason Sionis is criminal. Easy, right?

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A/n: This takes place in a world where Jason is adopted by Black Mask. Inspired by Building Interest by Zoeleo.The events and characterization in this story are very heavily based on Zoeleo's Long Term Investment series. It is fantastic and I really highly recommend all of her fics.

a/n: For clarification, Reader does have psychic powers but it only lets her sense people's emotions physically. No mind-reading. Her power is more like an overactive sense of empathy which may force her to dissociate into someone else.

There will be violence and mentions of alcoholism (used as coping mechanism for physical pain) and chronic pain.  

As for the additional warning, an animal is harmed but it is barely described. I could not bring myself to actual describe it but the aftermath is described.

I also just converted this from an OC so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Without further a do:

Your stomach drops.

Fuck.

Of course, Damian just had to be the one to pick up.

"Hey baby bro, could you pass the phone to dad?"

"I'm sorry who is this?"

This little shit.

"You're such a kidder! Dami, it's me, Tim. "

“Ah yes, Drake-” You can hear Tim choke in the background. “What do you want?”

“Please Dami just pass the phone to dad, I- I really need to talk to him”

“Very well,”

“Tim?” The voice sounded like Bruce’s but the intonation was all wrong. The voice changer Tim and Babs were working on seems to have made progress.

“Hey dad, I- uh. I might have gotten kidnapped.”

Tim makes another choking noise. “Might have?”

“I was at the party. I think I had around 13 drinks. 13 ! Can you believe it? I felt like a right sailor after that, like the harbor workers, y’know? Anyway, I was taking a smoke-”

“Enough!” The large man roared, snatching the phone from you. “Send us $100 million by tomorrow or your kid’ll be shark bait!” Who says that anymore?

“Of course! Of course! I’ll have the money sometime this evening. Please don’t hurt him.”

Tim, God bless him, does not laugh. Tim’s acting needs some work but he sure does know how to act worried.

The line dies and they tie you back up to the post.

“What the hell?!”

“We have to make sure you don’t just runoff.” The large man says tightening your bonds. Truthfully, you’ve felt far worse. After all, corsets exist. However, this was still a close second.  

“Do I look like I could outrun a snail?”

“He’s got a point boss. He looks like he hasn’t even seen the sun in ages.”

This, you decide, is true for Tim. When was the last time he went out before dark? Maybe he got sunlight when he stayed over at Eddie’s place.

The large man grabs Jason by the collar and throws him to his men.

The 3 men kick and curse at him. They mock him and beat him down. They wail on him with their fists, their steel-toed shoes, and sometimes brick. Jason takes it all with a crooked grin and a sharp tongue. You watched in awe. Even on the floor, Jason looked sturdy, ferocious, and indomitable.

"They all break, sweet girl."

Jason is on a tiled floor. No, he should be on concrete. His blood is on the tile. They’re hitting him. They’re hitting him with a bat. No. They aren’t supposed to be holding a bat. They were kicking him but now they’re holding a bat. No, She’s holding a bat. There's supposed to be three of them, three men,  but their forms coalesce into her .  You can hear his ribs cracking. Next are his legs. His legs are always next. Then his arm. She'll break each bone in his arms and his hands.  He’s wheezing. His voice sounds hoarse. His voice is too hoarse. He sounds like he’s been starved and dehydrated for at least a day. They’ve only been here for an hour. That isn’t right. Oh God! Now she had a cleaver in her hands.

No!

No!

He doesn’t need to die. She can’t.

no.

No.

No!  

 The scene crescendos as the tall, dark, sinewy silhouette towering over Jason raises the butcher's knife above her head.

“Harder, daddy!”

“Son?”

The scene of the kitchen fades and the shit-eating grin on Jason melts into view which shifts from amusement to confusion then back to amusement.

You blink seeing his stupid grin far too clearly.

You let a bark of gut-busting laughter out as you strain against the rope. Your brow pinches with concern but based on the scowls you’re receiving they're more focused on the fact that you were laughing like a mad man.  

Jason looks like he’s about to laugh from the absurdity as well when the man in charge picks him up again tossing him into a chair. The other men tie him down binding his wrists and ankles.

"I've had worse." He spits out.

The phone rings again, the dial tone echoing. Jason looks like hell with his face swollen and bruises beginning to bloom on every surface but he still looked like he was 5 seconds from starting a fight.

The large man punches Jason hard in the gut knocking the air out of his lungs as the dial tone cuts off.  “Hear that, Sionis? Your little bitch is pretty soft.”

Oh God, are they serious?

“Who is this? Nevermind. You ok there, sweetheart?” Roman Sionis’ ‘concerned’ voice carries over the line.

They are.

“Nothing I can't handle, daddy.” Jason chuckles with the utmost casualness. You, on the other hand,  instantly want to disinfect your brain. Thankfully, before your mind could wander somewhere it can't return from,  the big man growls into the phone.

“Don't you recognize the voice of the man whose life you've ruined?!”

“You've gotta be more specific than that. I've ruined quite a few lives but I would like to know whose brain I need to put a bullet in.”

“IT'S ME  BRUNO HARDIN!”

“Doesn't ring any bells.” Roman deadpans almost sounding completely disinterested. “Sweetheart, you remember anyone like that?”

“Nope,” Jason replies letting the p pop. It seemed like a strange sort of triumph before it all crashes down with another swift punch to the ribs.

You stare at the strange scene torn between amusement and horror.

“Take this seriously!” Bruno roars.

"I'm taking this about as seriously as it deserves."

A part of you thought 'yeah this is ridiculous enough to warrant nonchalance' while the other part wanted to scream.  On one hand, even you found his identity anticlimactic. Doesn’t he know just how many small-time businesses Roman has ruined? He’d be lucky to get into the top 50. It’s not like he was running a pretty ethical establishment either.  On the other hand, your freaking kid is getting the shit kicked out of him. Emote damn it.

“Jason. Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take care of this. Your Uncle D happens to be in town. He’s on his way to pick you up. Love you, baby. See you soon.”

The line dies. Your stomach sinks further somehow. You don’t know if the nausea is due to the fact that the line died, the threat, or the number of times the word ‘daddy’ came up. Who the hell is Uncle D? How is he supposed to help? Your gaze trails to Jason who is now lowering his head to the floor seemingly tired. Maybe that last punch finally drained the fight from him.

“You're all so fucked.” Jason barks out in a fit of laughter. The men around him, jumping from the volume of his voice.  

Bruno grabs Jason by the collar and begins to shake him as if the  “Shut the fuck up you little bitch! Whoever your Uncle D is he's-”

“Deathstroke”

You feel like someone kicked you in the chest. First of all, Uncle D? Really? You guess that there are worse hills to die on. This was somehow weirder than hearing Faust and her siblings call him pops. Second of all, Fuck. You'd never gotten your asshanded to you by Deathstroke but based on how banged up the Titans looked after fighting him this wasn't gonna be pretty.  All you could hope for was that you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Although, the image of Deathstroke grudgingly letting a kid call him Uncle D lightens your mood a bit.  

Bruno throws Jason on the floor hard enough for his body to bounce. Like Jason earlier, Bruno is radiating murder.

Just run, you thick motherfucker.

You, being the ‘nice’ Wayne kid that you are,  try to tell him as much but sadly that was halted by shattering glass. A flurry of black, orange, and metal crash through the glass and cut through the crowd of men.  

They fire at him, panic making their faces even paler. They hit him, bullets sinking into his flesh, blood splatters but none of it fazes him. He skewers and cuts them down with ease. His swords and suit are liberally decorated with their blood when it’s all done.

He steps over Bruno’s body. From the grunt that comes out, Bruno is still alive. Dumb bastard doesn’t know how to play dead. He’ll die from blood loss anyway.

“Hey, kid-” Deathstroke greets tersely,  picking up Jason’s nearly limp body.  “We’re gonna get you home.” He slings Jason’s arm over his shoulder.

“Wait!”  

Deathstroke stops sounding slightly annoyed.

Jason turns to you, who’s still unhappily tied to a post.  “We gotta get him out.” He rasps.  

“Kid, you’re the only one I’m getting paid to rescue.”  Deathstroke helpfully informs as he carefully adjusts his hold on the struggling young man. You blow out a breath somehow more irritable than scared.  “Just cut me out. I can make my way back just fine.”

“Walk in Gotham, are you stupid?” Jason hisses. The concern bleeding through.

“Which one of us charged at their captors while they were armed?”

Jason scowls at you with a petulant twist in his lips. “Yanno what,  Leave ‘im.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry and yeah I’ll be fine. I know where to avoid. Just please don’t leave me with them” you plead, throwing away any pride you held as you glance at the most likely dead bodies. Deathstroke cuts you out. Your skin feels raw but you’re otherwise unharmed.

You walk out of the warehouse and Dick practically throws himself at you. “Oh thank god, they didn’t shoot you in the head.” He mumbles into your wig.  

"Why would you think they would shoot me in the head?"

Dick pulls back and frowns at you through the domino mask.  “You aren’t exactly the most pleasant-”

“ We were model hostages.” you squawk.

Jason snorts far too loudly to be helpful.

You glare at him but you weren’t about to say fuck off to him while he has one of the world’s deadliest assassins right next to him.

Deathstroke coughs.  “Well if you don’t mind we’ll be taking our leave.”

Dick holding you protectively, glares but says nothing. Maybe he does but you faint before you can hear it.

A/n: Thanks for reading!

[thaliagrayce]

@ephemeren​ this is your fault, I couldn’t stop thinking about that one post and this happened. I changed Annabeth to Piper, because falling into hell and all that.

Jason rolled the blob of wax he had just been handed between his fingers, squishing it around a bit.

“Sirens around here, Sparky. Gotta stay safe.”

“Right.” He looked up in time to see Piper, who was standing just outside of his cabin door, form her own wax ball into two little wedge shapes and shove one of them into her ear, grimacing as she did. “Everyone else already taken care of?”

“All but one.” She smiled at him as she tucked her hair behind her other ear and maneuvered the wax past her piercings. That was gonna be Hades to get out later.

“Shouldn’t you wait to—” Too late. She gestured at her stopped up ears and smiled as she shrugged, holding out one last lump of wax. She smacked his shoulder and moved further into the ship, peeking around corners as she went. He leaned out of his door to watch her make her way toward the engine room.

“It’ll be fine! I got it!” She was a little too loud in the weird silence of the ship, but she probably couldn’t tell.

Jason raised an eyebrow, but if she said it would be fine, it would probably be fine. Piper didn’t play around with her friends’ safety—or her teammates’ safety, if they weren’t quite friends yet. She was probably planning something.

Jason looked back at the wax. He did not want to put that in his ears, but it wasn’t like he had any other options. Earplugs hadn’t been on the provisions list they needed when they left camp. Seemed like an obvious oversight now. He would remember that if he ever found himself on a transatlantic ship to the Mother Sea again.

From the depths of the ship, he heard Piper shout “LEO!” followed by a loud bang and a stream of Spanish that Jason didn’t quite understand, but he didn’t have to know the language to know the meaning. He huffed a little, smiling at the obnoxious laughter that covered up whatever else Leo was saying. Yeah, it was fine.

He stepped back into his room and made his way to the window, absentmindedly squishing the wax. They were nearing land of some sort, but he wasn’t really sure where—their nautical navigator was otherwise occupied at the moment, so their positioning was questionable at best. He only really knew that they were nearing land because of the fog rolling out toward the Argo II. It wasn’t like that on the open ocean.

The open ocean also didn’t have sharp talons of dark rock sticking straight out of the water, hidden by said fog. A dark triangle about his height jutted up from the waves only fifteen yards from his window. His throat suddenly felt a lot drier than it should have, surrounded by all this humidity. It was probably just paranoia from all the everything happening, but it felt like that rock was staring at him through the window. Lurking. Waiting.

“Jason!” He whipped around, forgetting about the menacing rock almost immediately. That was… That hadn’t been Nico’s voice, it couldn’t have been. Jason had only heard him speak louder than a murmur once, and that had been a very stressful situation for the both of them. It was also pretty unlikely that Nico would call for him, specifically—if he wanted anyone on the Argo II right now, it would have been Hazel. He took a step forward without really thinking about it. Nico had a distinctive voice, scratchy from disuse and lightly accented, even after years of living in the States. It was hard to replicate, he knew. He had once walked in on Leo and Piper having a contest to see who could say “blueberry muffins” in the most convincing Nico imitation.

“Jason! Please!”

He sounded scared. If that wasn’t Nico, someone on the ship was using their hidden talent in the worst way possible. Jason stumbled in his haste to get to the door, hanging off the frame and looking frantically down both ends of the hallway.

Nobody else was responding to the call. He didn’t even see anyone else looking. His breathing was coming too quickly, his heartbeat kicking like a rabbit. He forced himself to take a breath. He couldn’t be there for Nico if he couldn’t breathe.

“Nico? Where are you?”

“Jason!” The relief in his voice was audible, but he still sounded scared. “Up here! Come quick, I need—”

His call was cut off suddenly, changing into a mangled scream. Jason’s insides turned to ice. He was sprinting before he knew it, cursing how far his cabin was from the stairs that got him abovedeck. There wasn’t much that would pose a real threat to Nico, but he still wasn’t eating much, and the circles under his eyes had been a little darker for the past couple days—how had Jason left him alone on watch? Had no one else noticed how tired he looked, or did they just ignore it? He was halfway there, but he wasn’t going fast enough. He summoned a harsh breeze to help push. Nico was finally opening up to him, trusting him more. Their friendship had looked like it might actually be going somewhere. Oh gods, if anything happened to Nico because Jason was too careless or absentminded to give him the support he needed—

Something hit his back hard just as he got to the bottom of the stairs, sending him toppling over instead of up and out, where he needed to be. He let out a snarl and flipped around, fist already flying at whatever it was that was keeping him away from a potentially hurt Nico—

And he found Nico blocking his punch, gritting his teeth against the impact. He had caught his fist and was glaring at Jason, dark brows pulled together sharp enough to form wrinkles between them. Above them, Nico’s voice called out again, strangled and more afraid than Jason had ever heard it.

“Jason, save me! Please! Help!”

This had to be an impostor, he trusted that voice without question. It was hard to tell, though. It was a good impostor, one that paid attention to the little details. His lips were chapped, and the top one was curled enough to show his offset tooth. His hair was a little greasy and pulled back into a half-pony, like it usually was when Nico took to training. He even smelled like Nico, the floral deodorant he had stolen from Hazel mixed with teenage boy and something that reminded Jason of cold.

There was a muffled scream above him, snapping Jason out of it. Nico needed him. The real Nico. He shoved hard at the impostor, but he was on his back on the stairs—not the best angle. He would have to fight dirty for this.

The impostor shoved him back and jammed his bony knee into Jason’s chest hard enough that it would probably bruise. Both of his hands scrabbled at Jason’s fist, prying his fingers open. Jason tried to buck him off, but he put more weight behind his knee. Jason could see his mouth moving, but the blood rushing through his ears drown out whatever he might be saying.

He clawed something out of Jason’s fist and shoved it in front of his face, panting for breath. It was a lump of wax. Jason had forgotten he was holding that.

The implication washed over him like an ice bath. Nico’s voice called to him from above again, but he was already reaching out for the wax, watching his hand shake. He fumbled with the wax badly enough that Nico took it from him, less frantic now. His knee had let up some of the pressure, but there was still enough weight behind it to keep him down. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off of his face, the flush in his cheeks from the brief fight. It hadn’t been anger on his face when he tackled Jason—he tackled Jason, tackled him to save him from his own stupidity—it had been concern. He had been concerned for Jason.

Nico handed him two lumpy and lopsided wedges, but they would work. Jason took them, shoved one into his ear.

“Jason, please!” The voice above grew in desperation, becoming almost breathy, tinged with something else. Longing? Jason jolted on instinct, whipping his head to the square of cloudy sky he could see above them. What if this Nico actually was an impostor?

“Jason, I—”

Wherever that sentence was leading was cut off suddenly. His head felt weirdly floaty, the pressure inside it stopped up by wax. Jason looked back at Nico, practically in his lap, one hand right next to his left ear. He must have shoved the other wedge in there himself. His dark eyes were wide and locked on Jason, his chest rising and falling shakily. Jason was helpless to do anything but stare up at him, pressed up against the stairs. He realized his hands were still shaking. The rest of him might have been, as well.

Sirens. He knew they were a danger, he knew they were entering siren territory. He hadn’t thought they would get there that soon.

Nico pulled his hands away from Jason’s face slowly, palms out like he was trying to calm Jason down. He made the “okay” symbol with one hand, dipping his head in question, eyes still locked on Jason’s.

Jason took a moment to consider. He still felt the pull from above, even though he knew now that it had been the sirens calling him. Their magic had been stronger than he was prepared for. Weren’t they supposed to sing, anyway? He swallowed once, hoping some of the residual panic would go with it. He nodded.

Nico took his knee off of Jason’s chest and stood at the foot of the stair. He held his hand out to Jason.

The song of a siren sounded like whatever would get their victim off the boat and into their clutches the soonest. Nico’s eyes were darker than anything else Jason had ever seen, and they still looked concerned, under the eye bags and the tense atmosphere. They were beautiful. Objectively. Jason reached out and took the hand Nico was offering, hoping that if his palm was clammy, the other boy would assume that it was from the siren experience.

Maybe it was from the sirens. He gave a shaky smile to Nico, mouthed “thanks”. Nico looked down and nodded, then jerked his thumb toward his own cabin and gave Jason a wave. It was clear that he didn’t expect to be followed. That was probably a good thing, Jason needed a little time alone.

The sirens knew that he would respond to Nico’s call above anything else in the world. He hadn’t even known that himself. His door was still open at the other end of the hall, and he made his way to it without really paying attention to his surroundings. Above Piper and Leo, who he considered his best friends. He had known the two of them better than anyone else on the ship. Above Frank and Hazel, who shared a home with him, who told him stories about New Rome that made him feel a step closer to remembering the missing pieces of himself. Above Coach Hedge, who was without a doubt the most helpless person on the ship—the one who would actually plausibly be in danger if left alone. (That one wasn’t much of a surprise, but still.)

That last call hadn’t even been a call for help. Sure, it could have been—”Jason, I” could have ended many different ways—but Jason knew where it was going. Jason knew what the sirens were tempting him with, and the knowledge left him feeling as if everything in his head and his chest had been moved two inches to the left.

He finally got to his door, stared inside. The window stared back at him from the far wall. The rock spire was gone, and all he could see outside was fog over the water.

He was a little in love with Nico di Angelo. What a way to find out.

[bigskydreaming]

You said Dick Grayson prompts so uh, Dick+being righteously angry?

There's a lot of people that talk about him having a temper but I don't really think they focus on What he gets angry about.

LMAO oh boy this is like, my favorite rant to end all rants and yes I have opinions on this. I’m gonna need a follow-up prompt here for like, gimme something specific for Dick to get mad about because there’s sooooo much material to work with. 

Are we talking reactions to his time as Ric, reactions to his time with Spyral, being blamed for faking his death when like helloooooo, he was comatose at the time of Bruce spreading the word and fully embedded undercover before his own funeral even, like, his say-so never actually got said in any of that OR we talking like, his annoyance about people constantly making jokes about the name he keeps because its what his parents called him and meanwhile Alfred’s like “SWEAR JAR” every time a Batkid says “hell” in a fic but supposedly has no opinion on all of Dick’s siblings and Babs and teammates all making “Dick” into their insult of choice as though that’s all its good for....

OR are we talking about how even in the Christmas issue of Nightwing before the Future State event happened like, Bruce has lost most of his money during Joker War and still the comics are like oh here’s a cute scene, Dick pretending to be Bruce’s driver who like works for him rather than him introducing the people they’re helping to Bruce by being like “hey I want you to meet my dad, he’s gonna help you out here” or at the very least like introducing him as the man who raised him, what the fuck even was that chaffeur bit even, I don’t understand the impetus for making that choice BUT WHATEVER....

or OR are we talking Dick getting angry because people want to give all the credit to Tim for getting him and Bruce to talk to each other again after Jason’s death as though the credit shouldn’t go to Dick himself for choosing to put aside his personal hurt and resentment about how he DID go to Bruce after Jason’s death, without prompting, and Bruce’s response had been to blame Dick for Jason’s death and kick him out of the house, OR are we gonna talk about the many times and many ways that even Dick’s teammates on the Titans and the Outsiders like to make everything his fault as though none of them ever make choices in all of that ever or like most of Dick’s greatest hits mistake wise aren’t made when he’s literally brainwashed but nobody cares to bring that context up even when giving him shit about stuff that happened years ago and oh yeah, while he wasn’t even in full control of himself

OR should we talk about Dick getting pissed at all the other Robins basing so much of themselves around their time in that role and using it to take potshots at each other and fight and resent him but without any of them ever respecting him for his time as Robin or thanking him for what Robin actually brought to their lives which presumably it did do at least something there or else it wouldn’t matter so much to all of them in the first place and again oh yeah its not like it would even exist to impact their lives in the first place if not for his hard work and precedent in establishing that mantle

OR are we gonna talk about Dick getting pissed because everyone always seems to notice when he’s not around to help them with their problems but how often do they pop down to his city just to check in with him and how he’s doing and guest star in order to help him with his issues or bad guys (like seriously, its like once a decade, and even then they usually only make the trip down to his city in order to vent to him about Bruce or what’s going on in their lives)

OR are we gonna talk about how Dick apologizes for something practically every time he interacts with a family member but when was the last time anyone apologized to him for anything, like even in allegedly iconic storylines like Batman and Robin Eternal where we have every single one of Dick’s brothers hitting him, he still ends up apologizing to each and every one of them for like, giving them reason to hit him and be mad at him when holy shit nooooooo that is so fucked up what is WRONG with that logic, not to mention all the fics that are like “every time Jason’s mad at Dick which is always, he gets one free punch to feel better” like oh hey, that’s definitely a choice being made there.....

Anyway. I mean. I barely have any thoughts on this subject ever, so I’m obviously going to need another prompt to stir up some ideas and passion on this particular topic, otherwise like I would definitely be at a complete loss here.

[anna-justice]

Kidnapped - Jeff Wittek

Summary: With the help of y/n, David pulls off the most epic prank in Vlog Squad history.

Warnings: None I think, lol, maybe swearing?

A/N: This is my first vlog squad imagine so let me know what you think! Also, sorry if I messed up who lived where, I honestly can’t keep up.

…

David is always looking for new content when it comes to his vlogs, so 3 months ago when Jeff introduced everyone to his new girlfriend, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to do something big. He waited until he knew it was serious, Jeff was a bit of a playboy, but after several weeks of him catching glances and ditching the gang for date nights, he decided to put his plan in motion. 

Y/n fit into the group extremely well, she was energetic, funny, easy to be around, everyone loved her and how good she was for Jeff. When David asked her to help him she was all in, along with the rest of the group. They had spent the last month setting the stage, hiring an actor to play a crazy fan, planning a rager for Jeff’s birthday and most importantly making sure everyone was in on it but him. 

It started out simple, a twitter account by the name of Kendall Lochlin would DM Jeff once or twice a day professing her love for him. Obviously David put that in the Vlog and the account became more and more popular, only making the story more realistic. After a few weeks of DM’s the actress that David hired upped her game, showing up at places where the group was, “paying” for everyone’s meal from a table across the room, posting them on her instagram story at parties. Not to mention the threatening texts about y/n. David made sure she was a step ahead of them and that everyone else was always playing their parts. 

However, everything changed last week, when David decided that it was time to kick it into high gear…

Yln was leaning into Jeff’s side on David’s couch while they joked on Todd and Natalie. She snuggled in further as she laughed, Jeff pressing a chaste kiss to her temple, grinning big. Jeff pulled out his phone and mindlessly scrolled through instagram as the banter continued. He noticed a new direct message notification and checked it, jumping up in his seat when the photo sent is of the back of his head. “Babe?” Y/n asks, setting her hand on his thigh. 

Jeff bounds towards the back sliding door to David’s backyard. “That girl, she’s here, she sent me a picture of all of us just now.” Y/n smirks, catching Natalie’s gaze, Jeff being oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was faking their shock. Y/n makes her way to Jeff’s side in the backyard, playing her part as the terrified girlfriend well. She grips his arm tight and tucks herself into his side. “Doll, please, go back inside, you shouldn’t be out here.” Y/n nods, squeezing his arm and sighing before turning towards the house, making a face in David’s camera as she passes. 

David and Heath stand their ground next to Jeff, “What the f*ck dude, are you sure?” Heath asks, throwing his beer bottle in the grass. 

“Yeah man I’m sure,” Jeff yells, pacing around the yard. 

David hands his camera off to Jason. “I’m gonna call the police.” He says, running back into the house. Jeff’s jaw is visibly clenched, his knuckles white, ready to pounce on anyone who dares to hurt his friends. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, David and y/n struggle to contain their laughter as he fake calls 911, giving the actress time to leave the premises. David bounds back out the door, “They said to call again if she comes back since we don’t have proof she was trying to harm us.” Jeff nods, easily believing his blatant lie. 

Everyone slowly trickles back to the living room, the excitement of the moment leaving them. Jeff pulls y/n close once again, holding onto her as if his life depended on it, because no matter how irrational it was, in that moment it felt like it did. 

Tonight was the long awaited birthday bash, not only were tonight's plans a secret from Jeff, but so were the festivities. So everyone sat in Jason and Todd’s kitchen, going over the plans for the night. “The biggest thing is for everyone to act normal.” David says, jumping up on the counter. “We have to be seamless, there is a strict time frame we have to follow!” He announces and everyone laughs as the intensity of his speech. “Y/n at 12:25 you need to tell Jeff that you are going to get a drink, make sure he is nowhere near the front food, meet Suzie at the end of the street. I’ll text you when we start phase two. Jason and I will be with Jeff. Brandon, at 12:30 it’s your job to point out “Kendall” to him across the room. The rest of you have to make sure that Jeff doesn’t get anywhere near her or y/n.” David points at Lizzy, the actress he hired, “Kendall,” He smirks, “You sneak out the front door and book it down the block to where Suzie and y/n are waiting. Depending on his reaction we will keep going.” Everyone nods in agreement. “The most important thing is that Jeff doesn’t call 911, if he insists, someone else do it and call Nick, you should all change his contact to 911.” David takes a big breath, “Is everyone on the same page?” There is a chorus of yes’s and David smiles wide, excited to pull off something this big.

Heath speaks up, “I’ve got a question.” 

“Ok?”

“Why Jeff?” Everyone laughs.

David shrugs, “This seemed more fun than getting him a car.”

3 hours later, it’s not long before the plan is set into motion. Jeff was ecstatic when he arrived, completely shocked by everything you all had done. As the clock approaches midnight, the house is packed, there was barely enough room to move through it, let alone dance. At exactly 12:25, y/n presses her hands against Jeff’s chest and moves her lips to his ear, “I’m gonna go get another drink.” He nods in his drunk state, pressing his lips against hers before turning back to David and Brandon. 

Y/n runs for the front door, booking it down the street as she giggles, turning her phone off once she gets to Suzie’s car. 

Brandon takes his place, lightly punching Jeff in the arm to get his attention. “Hey, isn’t that your stalker?” He laughs, pointing out Lizzy (Kendall) to him. 

Jeff swears under his breath, “What the hell is she doing here?” He begins to charge at the girl, but Jason grabs his arm and turns him around.

“You’re really drunk man, do you really want to go after her?” He asks.

Jeff tears his arm out of Jason’s grip, “Yeah I do actu-” He stops when he turns around and sees the girl nowhere to be found. “Shit, we need to find y/n.” They all nod, leading him towards the kitchen. 

It’s almost one when Jeff starts kicking people out, desperate to find his girlfriend amongst the crowd. He has the majority of the group call her, making him even more upset when they all go straight to voicemail. Seeing that the night has turned for the worst, the remaining partygoers make their way out and leave Jeff to his panicked state. He runs his hands over his face and throws his hat on the floor, “Has anyone seen her?” he screams. They all remain silent. “Someone call 911.” He says in defeat.

“Jeff, they wont do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours…”

“I don’t care, call!” Jeff yells, cutting Jason off. Jason nods and leaves the room with his phone pressed to his ear. Jeff stands and slams his hands against the wall, “How could I let this happen?” He screams, hitting it again and again. 

While he’s distracted, David slyly texts Lizzy: Phase 2 is a go. Y/n smirks as she reads over her shoulder.

Back at the house, Jeff gets yet another notification. “Guys, she sent me a photo, come here.” Everyone crowds around him, knowing what’s coming next. Jeff clicks the video she sent, the audio: If I can’t have you, nobody can… Plays as she shows y/n unconscious in the back seat of “her” car. The phone falls from his hand, he runs out the front door, screaming when he hits the driveway. David feels a pang of guilt hit his chest and considers setting down his camera and calling off the whole thing, but at this point they were in too deep. 

Jeff turns to his friends with teary eyes, “What do we do? What do we do…” He trails off. David cracks a smile when Suzie’s car pulls up in front of the house. Y/n steps out, unharmed and Jeff stands there stunned. “No…” He looks at David who is laughing, “No, no, you son of a bitch.” He wants to punch David in the face, but he can’t because his mind flies back to the beautiful girl standing in front of him. He rushes to y/n, pulling her into his arms, she laughs, wiping a tear from his face. “Baby, I thought you were hurt or worse…” He says, pressing the palm of his hand against her cheek. 

“I’m okay, I’m right here.” She says as he pulls her into his embrace all over again. “I’m so sor-” Jeff stops her by passionately pressing his lips to hers, it lasts so long that Zane and Heath start to hoot and holler, everyone following suit with whistles and “damns.” Y/n pulls away blushing before the two of them face the crowd. 

“I hate all of you.” Jeff says pointing at everyone. He turns to Lizzy, “And you, who the hell are you?” She laughs along with him and gives him her card, stating that she is an actress for hire. Jeff throws it on the ground and groans, kicking himself for how bad they got him. “So it’s been fake this whole time?” Everyone nods, “Why couldn’t you have just bought me a car?” 

Later that night, Y/n and Jeff are at his apartment, Jef still recovering from the trauma of the night. “I can’t believe you did that.” He sighs as y/n giggles, “I was so worried I had lost you, I was ready to kill someone.” 

Y/n wraps her arms around his waist and presses her cheek against his hard chest, “You’ll never lose me, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jeff tilts her chin up and kisses her sweetly before they wrap up in each other again and sway to the rhythm of the others' heartbeat. 

[bigfan-fanfic]

Like a Ton of Bricks (Batman x Male!Reader)

Requested by anonymous for “Hiii I saw ur hcs for Bruce x already married reader but hear me out what about married!bruce (to a woman) x m!reader and it’s him realising he’s gay and how him,the boys and his wife would react xx 🧡❤️ ur writing is literally the best xxxx&#129392“

Bruce and Selina had been married for a while.

The magic, however, has worn off. To Bruce, this is to be expected. Chemical attraction wears off, there’s no more taboo aspect to their relationship since Selina quit crime.

Bruce wonders when he stopped loving his wife, or if, indeed, he ever loved her loved her.

And then, he sees you for the first time, as the new media liaison for the Justice League

Which means you’re in charge of keeping a handle on news stories, like when the Flash got really flustered when someone asked if he was the “Fastest Man Alive” in the bedroom as well...

And it’s as if a choir is singing. Doves are flying in the background, light is shining... 

Bruce feels his heart flutter.

And it hits him.

Oh.

He’s gay.

Of course, he does research, making a case file, analyzing every previous interaction and thought he’s had.

And finally, when he determines that yes, he is gay, he calls a family meeting to tell the boys, Alfred, and his wife...

Alfred

“Very good, Master Bruce. More tea?”

Literally nothing changes in his behavior.

Bruce is like a son to him, and he loves him regardless of his sexuality.

Although, he does hug Bruce for being able to come out.

When Bruce starts dating you, he is a bit protective.

But as long as you make him happy, you have Alfred’s full support.

Selina

She laughs because she doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.

Sure, she’s a little disappointed, but ultimately she’s really cool about it.

She appears at the press release when Bruce makes the announcement and makes clear her full support.

The only time she gets angry is when Bruce tries to apologize.

“Hey! Never apologize for who you are. C’mon, big guy. We’ve been through enough together that we can be happy for each other, right?”

She jokingly asks if they can stay married, just so she can keep the wedding presents.

She and Bruce remain friends, and Selina visits often.

When she meets you, she gives you the once over and then, behind your back, gives Bruce the thumbs-up.

Dick

He eases Bruce into the social aspect.

Dick is the one to take Bruce to his first Pride Parade.

Relentlessly trashes anyone on social media who tries to say anything bad about Bruce for being gay.

“Supportive” is his middle name.

There’s really nothing else to do, because Bruce has been so thorough. Wayne Enterprises already refuses to do business with any corporations that discriminate on sexuality, gender, race, or religion, so it’s not like Dick needs to help in that department. 

When Bruce comes out in the family meeting, Dick thanks him for having the courage and trust in them to tell them.

He also goes to the press conference in moral support for Bruce.

He’s super happy when Bruce starts dating you.

Jason

Jason is unimpressed. “Everybody’s gay. So?”

But he is supportive... in his own way.

He makes sure Bruce knows about all the LGBTQ+ kids in Gotham who’ve been left on the street or kicked out of their homes, and Bruce sponsors several group homes for them

Red Hood is known to actually send kids he finds abandoned on the street to them because they’re actually good places.

He’s constantly pushing Bruce to do more for the community, especially since he’s such a household name.

He looks you over the same way Selina does and also gives Bruce the thumbs-up.

Tim

“Oh, okay. Was that it?”

Tim is happy that Bruce can be more himself now. He’s already hiding one big secret - why add more to the pile?

He tracks Dick’s social media and hacks to find out who’s posting homophobic comments about Bruce - just in case.

He doesn’t do much differently.

But when Bruce takes you to meet his family, Tim is the one to help you navigate these crazy people.

Damian

It’s a wake-up call for Damian.

No one’s specifically told him what his mother did to Bruce, and now he pieces it together.

He becomes very protective of Bruce around any person, male or female, that shows romantic interest in him.

He’s not gonna let that happen to his father again.

He acts nonchalant, but is very reassured that Bruce seems to still love him.

He’s surprisingly supportive of Bruce, going so far as to ask if he can date Superman just so he can “get one over on Kent.”

When Bruce starts dating you, Damian has the “shovel talk” with you.

Except it’s not a shovel, it’s a sword. And Damian mentions that he’s a minor and rich, so the worst they’ll do is stick him in juvie for a few years.

Once you and Bruce are official, you fall under his protection.

He will glare at anyone and everyone who approaches the two of you.