#Jason pretends he got kidnapped by—- himself

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.

He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.

So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.

[yandere-daydreams]

jason strikes me as the member of the family that holds out the longest and acts as the closest form of protection to a kidnapped darling-sibling that they eventually feel "comfortable" enough going to him as defense or a buffer from the others. until this inevitably leads to them alone one night and maybe they've allowed themselves more comfortable clothing (read: less coverage than a convent's dress code) and he gets a glimpse of skin as he glances down at his darling-sibling leaning against him. and is it hot in here? more than usual? it cant be the blanket it's been there a while without issue. and then darling-sibling makes the mistake of looking up at him, with big, innocent eyes and the most adorable pout.

i mean, everyone else has treated you so callously, like a piece of meat meant to be ravaged, jason would never! when he touches them, it's with nothing but gentle yet firm hands, like handling a baby bird. and he knows he makes you feel safe, imagine if he could make you feel MORE. something even more pleasurable than calm and secure? what if he could bring you ephoria and ecstacy? he's not thinking about what you would be doing to him, oh no, this is TOTALLY 100% altruistic big brother doing what a big brother should for his darling younger sibling who's needed him so much all this time. of course he'd be needed here too.

i got carried away.

word count: >1.0k.

tw: implied non/con, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and overall freak behavior.

He was doing this for your sake.

You didn’t know that. He’d tried to tell you, but you’d refused to listen – just cried and whined and clawed at his chest as he positioned himself above you, his body between your legs and a hand planted on either side of your head. He could still see your mouth moving, recognize that wet, glazed-over look in your eyes, but whatever sentiments managed to make it past your trembling lips were long underneath the sound of his own heart beating in his ears, the rattle of the air in his lungs as he struggled to keep his breathing even, to stay composed. If he panicked, rushed, you’d only get more scared and, well, he didn’t want you to be scared. Not of him. Not of what he was going to do for you.

With an airy sigh, he leaned down, leaving that much less space between your form and his. The shirt you’d borrowed from him (a sight too familiar to still send the pang of warmth through his chest it had the first time you smiled so shyly and asked if you could borrow something a little more comfortable than the pitch-black turtlenecks and baggie sweaters you chose to pile on around the rest of his family) was a size too big, prone to sliding down your arm, and he buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, letting his lips ghost over your unprotected skin. The hem had ridden up, leaving your side vulnerable, exposed. His hand fell to your waist, and—

Fuck.

You were softer than he thought you’d be.

Bruce would’ve been too cold, too busy pretending to be unaffected to savor the feeling of your unscarred, unhardened skin against his calloused fingertips, and Dick wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from tearing you apart. Jason, though – he kneaded into your hip, your thigh like you were the most delicate thing on the face of the planet because, even if he rolled his eyes when Tim explained that it was the Wayne family’s duty to protect you, you were. He was different from his brothers, from Bruce, from the rest of the manor. He knew what it felt like to break everything he touched, which meant he was the only one who could do this without breaking you.

He pressed a kiss, gentle and impulsive, into the corner of your jaw, then the side of your neck. This time, he heard the ragged sob that tore past your lips, felt your blunt nails rake over his back with enough force to break the skin. He stifled a throaty groan, ignored the way his cock pulsed behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants – instead, he focused his attention on you, on pressing open-mouthed kisses into your collarbone. It took more self-restraint than it should’ve not to leave a mark, not to bite down and make sure anyone who looked at you would who’d put their claim on you, but self-indulgence could wait until you blinked up at him with those teary, glossed-over eyes and asked him to protect you from the rest of his family, the rest of the world. Caught up in his fantasy, he let his grip tighten, let his thumb press into your thigh with too much force, and you cried out, the noise cracked and helpless in a way that made him love you just a little more. “Jason, please, I don’t want to—”

He hushed you with an airy chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I know, baby bird, I know. You can just lay back and relax. I’ll try to make it fast. And fun, too, even if you’re gonna keep pouting like that.” He sighed, then smiled against the base of your throat. “It’s better like this. The other guys – they’d be too rough, and you’re too fragile for something like that.”

He pulled back, already grinning down at you. “This’ll be your first time, right? Don’t you want your favorite big brother to help you through it?”

You only sobbed louder in response, but he didn’t mind. This wasn’t for him. He didn’t have to enjoy it.

He was doing this for your sake.

Maybe, by the time he was done, you’d be a little more thankful.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

honestly tho om lucifer is such a comfort character

you know mammon's my all time all around favourite no contest but like

lucifer just hits different

he's so tired and he's so overworked and he loves his family so much it makes me sick he's willing to kill and die for them at any chance he made the misfits of the celestial realm his family despite being the perfect example of an angel himself he thinks his brothers are adorable he just wants them to have one quiet day

he's such a bastard he's arrogant and prideful and he'll willingly meow like a little kitty cat because his boybestfriend is sad

he's got daddy issues he's terrified he's traumatised his greatest fear is his father he spent years fighting a pointless war and never questioned his father about whether they ever even tried to find a way to end the war without just mindlessly trying to kill people who really aren't that different from them for a reason no one knows he's willing to be given piggyback rides by another high profile man in a public area

he's a dog person he's weak to puppy dog eyes from everyone he cares about he's constantly done with Mephisto's shit he gets jealous because one of his friends complimented their mutual friend's cookies

he's willing to villainize himself in the eyes of his family to keep them safe he's sadistic his first response to being cornered and scared is to kill anyone who's making him feel that way his love language with his brothers is being a little shit to them he's somehow connected to/the starting point of all the issues/trauma his brothers have he has empty nest syndrome even though all his brothers live at home he hasn't realised the extent to which his actions and words have fucked up his brothers and is constantly surprised and devastated by it when he realises

he has a son he pretends is his brother whom he only ever canonically acknowledged as his son twice which led to huge blowout fights one of his younger brothers bullies him into going to the pub with them once a week his son runs a club with his youngest brother dedicated solely to making his life miserable

he's sadistic he genuinely enjoys seeing people suffer he's so polite he'll allow himself to be poisoned by food he knows is bad he bought dinner for a whole restaurant because it was the owner's birthday he wore a silly outfit and worked at a themed restaurant as a favour for a friend he gets visibly more aroused when he's ordered around he insults his brothers but gets upset whenever an outsider does the same

he loves his human so much and he's so annoyed at them he's so frustrated with them he's so angry at them and he's so worried about them so protective of them so incredibly proud of them he has tried to kill them many many times

he's a borderline alcoholic he's immortal he's greying he gets migraines he forgets to eat and he sleeps at his desk he does the mom thing and orders takeout for his children when he goes out to eat without them he likes dad jokes his greatest wish is to visit a factory he likes good socks he's a grumpy old man

he's over 10 million years old he's an eldritch horror he's the personification of the sin of pride he needs glasses to read his childhood friend? ex-boyfriend? kind-of-brother? old coworker? brother in arms? calls him luci

he's a naggy paranoid perfectionist he removed the entire bathroom because one of his brothers forgot to clean it he had to literally be kidnapped to send him on a vacation he ripped out multiple sets of his own wings he doesn't like being seen shirtless he lectured jason voorhees about him not killing efficiently enough

he's a respected and recognised drag queen he believes love is love he's canonically so beautiful but no one ever makes a move on him because the whole realm thinks he's in a committed long term relationship he refuses to believe his best friend is in love with him despite multiple people saying so

he's the type of person you want to please the type of person you want to make proud the type of person you want on your side because you know no matter what he'll always have your back you're safe that as long as he's there everything will be okay the type of person you want to be held by while everything is falling down around you

he's even queer

[celaenaeiln]

Where Dick's compartmentalization came from and how it affects the family

What's special about Dick, is that people far older than him see him as an equal because he's able to understand them and keep up with them, and that takes a massive toll on his mental health. He's been acting like a mother, brother, and partner to people twice his age from childhood.

The thing that really hurts is that when Dick's parents were gone, he didn't get angry. He just got really, really sad. And even though he was sad, all he wanted to do was help Batman-help Bruce. He just wanted to help this sad, older man. So at a time when he was grieving, he couldn't even properly grieve because Batman was grieving harder than him. He put his feelings on the back burner so he could fix Bruce.

Dick is not happy right now. Not because of Bruce's response but he's just feeling overwhelmingly sad because his parents have died. Yet look at the way he acts. He forces himself to pretend he's happy to alleviate Bruce's guilt, stress, anger over the case he's in. He didn't want to be another thing that makes him sad. That's horrifying behavior for a child of 8.

What really astonishes me is that Dick was a child with the maturity of an adult-meaning-he delicately handled Bruce's feelings while being careful not to overstep and yet still adjusting his behavior. He never tried to lash out Bruce. Ever. He got mad once at Batman when everything became too much but once Batman revealed himself to be Bruce, he never let his anger out on him. Or anyone.

And that makes me so sad because this is a child.

Look at his size compared to batman-tiny!

But this small boy controlled his emotions so his guardian wouldn't feel hurt when he was the one grieving makes me want to cry.

Here's another version of Batman and pre-robin Dick that showcases Dick's emotional maturity from a small age.

In Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder-Dick's parent's died from a gunshot and Batman kidnaps Dick at the circus, before his parent's bodies have barely gotten cold.

Dick's response to the new situation and his parent's passing?

"No. Don't go there. Not now."

I can practically feel him compartmentalizing through the screen.

"Yes, Sir. I'll be brave."

He doesn't get a break. No matter the retelling of Dick's orgin story, Dick puts himself together to take care of the man that is supposed to be taking care of him.

But just as much of a toll this takes on Dick, it has a signifcant effect on Bruce too. Bruce cannot function if he knows that Dick isn't okay. I don't remember where but somewhere in the comics Bruce admits to resenting Dick for having amnesia. For not being with him. By him.

His reaction to Dick not remembering them?

The panel-where Dick screams at Bruce with tears in his eyes-it seems as though Bruce has them too. He's so heartbroken. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

In Road to Dark Crisis, Dick tells Jon

This is so true but the difference between Bruce and Dick is that while Bruce does it for his kids, he has no one to take care of him. So Dick stepped at an age far too young for it to be okay. I mean even therapists struggle with taking care of their patients problems and usually they're around the same age the patient. But Dick? No experience he took the entire job on his shoulders. Not only that but Dick acts as the whole family and titan's family therapist.

Tim

Tim goes to Dick about everything-every single one of his problems because they have such a good relationship. He tells him about his dad.

Not to mention the main thing he does for Tim

He puts his feelings and priorities on the back burner so he can take care of other people.

Jason

He takes care of Jason's emotional well-being. He tell him he's proud of him and validates him instead of putting him down like Bruce does.

Donna and Roy

The biggest reason why everyone loves Dick is because he accepts their mistakes and works with them and loves them instead of punishing them for it. They don't get that from anyone else. Especially Bruce.

That's another reason why he's so good with kids. It's because he has been designated to playing the role of the parent his entire life. So he gives them everything he has, welcomes them with open arms, takes care of them and makes them feel fixed. Even if it's at the cost of his own well-being. So that's why they fight but in the end also why none of them can let go of Dick. They need him.

[starwrighter]

On god, I got my new glasses a day ago and it feel’s like I’ve finally harnessed the true power of my ADHD.

So anyways 2/?? Halloween prompt tw body horror and experimentation

Rotting corpse au lol.

So the nasty burger explosion happens except there’s no Dan. Vlad decides to attempt killing off Danny’s ghost side. Becoming enfatuated with the idea of “resurrecting” Danny, torturing him in the process. Because if he can resurrect someone who’s half dead there’s a chance he’d be able to resurrect Maddie too. Nobody can save Danny because everyone who know who he was and where he might be is either dead or torturing him.

Suddenly there’s no Fenton’s or phantom to protect amity park. Only red huntress who like Danny, is just a teenager. She can’t handle every single ghost that comes through the portal and she sure as hell can’t fight off a plasmius who’s lost his damn mind and given up any scrap of morals in his shriveled ballsack of a heart. Valerie and the rest of Amity park is forced to realize that Phantom is a hero and is needed just as much as Red huntress.

Vlad is becoming more and more deplorable, erratic and irrational. Desperate as his constant medical experiments on Danny turn out fruitless. Vlad finally decides he need to practice with a test subject that’s less dead then he and Danny were.

Jason isn’t happy when he wakes up in a strange lab. He’s even more pissed when he finds the greying old bastard who kidnapped him placed him in a cell with a Child’s carcass laying on cot.

The rage become pure disgusted and unadulterated terror when the corpse has a mental breakdown upon seeing him. The kid’s eyes were milky and lifeless, lips blue and skin almost grey and peeling. You could see his veins beneath paper like skin and his muscles and joints were deteriorating where they were used the most. The kid no longer had eyelids and maggots were festering in the child’s skin.

Jason stared, bile rising up his throat. “Do you still feel pain?” Jason prayed for the answer to be no but the kid just nodded, gesturing at Jason’s emptied gun holster before pointing at his own skull and pretending to shoot himself.

They needed to get out of here fucking asap.

[lazycats-stuff]

I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Safer With Me ❌

⚣❌ A/N → Yandere! Arkham!Jason Todd. Inspired by @yanderes-galore and their prompt writing for Jason. Prompts below were selected with a randomizer wheel. WARNINGS: Abduction/Kidnapping, Minor themes of Non-Con, Stalking/Obsessive Behavior, Depictions of Violence and Gun-Use

Prompt List Here! #40: "I know what's best for you, just trust me on this one." #18: "There's no use in sucking up to me now."

⚣❌ Summary → Homeless on the streets after your parents kicked you out when you came out to them, fate seemed to take mercy on you as you were taken in by Gotham's Billionaire Playboy, Bruce Wayne. But, your stay with him is not long as someone has been keeping an eye on you. An old acquaintance of your new guardian who had a plan of getting you away from the famed CEO. Why? Because you were safer with him, why else?

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You couldn’t figure out how you ended up in this situation.

A few months before this entire mess of a night, your parents had kicked you out on the streets after coming out to them as gay. Kind of ironic knowing the other stuff they ‘tolerated’, but whatever. 

So after that, you were sleeping on the streets, doing what you had to do to survive. It’s Gotham City, so you were bound to eventually run into trouble. Some guys who were clearly drunk off their asses decided to start harassing you then Batman showed up to save the day. But he barely got a punch in before you had all three of them laying on their asses in pain.

There was a reason you asked your parents for self-defense classes the moment you came to terms with your sexuality. The world was changing, but not quickly enough.

So, the Dark Knight dropped you off at the police station where coincidentally, Bruce Wayne happened to show up and offered to take you in. You’d heard about the billionaire’s ‘hobby’ of taking in kids off the street and giving them a better life, and what more pleasing way to shove the middle finger at your parents than to end up in the care of someone who seemed to actually give a fuck about you more than they ever pretended to?

Then, the tests started. You figured Bruce was testing your skills to see how well you’d be able to take care of yourself just in case another incident happened as the one Batman found you in. They continued for a while, and before Bruce got to tell you what they were actually for, it was too late.

A few months after your move-in into Wayne Manor, you started getting the feeling you were being watched. And growing up in Gotham, you always knew it was better to listen to your instincts and be wrong than not listen and still be wrong.

A week before the attack on the city from Scarecrow, you had been on your way home walking since Bruce wasn’t able to pick you up due to some ‘unforeseen circumstances’. You’d soon come to find out all of that was a diversion so Arkham Knight and his militiamen had a clear shot at nabbing you. 

When you turned down a corner to an empty street, they pulled you into an alleyway and jumped you. You did your best to fight them off, but they began to overwhelm you. Somehow, you gained an upper hand though, the goons not expecting you to be as trained as you were. 

Just before you could take out the last of them though, he showed up and surprised you from behind, covering your nose and mouth with a rag seeped in nitrous oxide, putting you right to sleep.

Right before you lost consciousness, you heard a modulated voice chuckle in your ear, “Don’t worry, I got you. You’re safe with me now.”

You woke up in a dark room with hands and feet tied together and a splitting headache to match the aches around your body. You looked around to see the room you were in was empty, but you could hear voices on the outside talking.

“Why do you think Knight wanted him in the first place?”

“If I had to guess, it probably got something to do with the Bat himself.”

“Hmm, maybe. Personally, I think he’s got a thing for him. Not my place to judge, but I’ve heard and seen how protective he gets of him. Did you see the way he brought him in? Not one of us was allowed to even touch him.”

You didn’t know what to make of it or how to make sense of it. Didn’t have the time to do it either since you heard footsteps approaching the door. You listened to that same modulated voice you’d heard before you passed out giving an order to open the door. 

Laying back down in the position you were in before, you pretended to be still asleep.

You could hear the heavy footsteps as if whoever this was wearing the heaviest of heaviest boots in the world. The nervous feeling in your chest grew more and more the closer they sounded. Doing your best to stay still, you tried slowing your breathing down to a relaxed pace as you felt the thuds on the ground from him coming to stand next to you, feeling his entire presence standing over your body. You prepared your body figuring he may kick, slap, or even yell for you to wake up.

You did not expect to feel a gloved hand caressing your face.

“I know you’re awake.” He spoke before removing his hands and standing back up.

Opening your eyes, you saw a glowing screen mask staring down at you. 

You heard their modulated voice chuckle as he watched you slowly sit back up. “You didn’t think we’d have cameras inside watching to see when you’d got up?” He stated before gesturing to the cameras around the room. 

The mysterious soldier turned around to grab the only chair in the room, moving it to the middle of the room before coming back to lift you off the ground, settling you into the chair gently.

“Why am I here?”

“I know what’s best for you, just trust me on this one. You’re safer with me than with him.”

“Him? Who are you talking about?” You asked with a puzzled look coming across your face.

He didn’t immediately respond, but you could tell he was debating on something, you just didn’t know what.

“In time, you’ll find out.” He replied simply.

“What do you want?” You asked.

“Direct and to the point, huh? Knew there was something I liked about you.” He laughed, walking to stand in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Must be a lot of things from what I’ve heard. Otherwise, I don’t think I’d be sitting here.”

“Really? Well, if I were you, I’d think better than believing everything I hear.” He said, grabbing your chin a little rough, forcing you to look up at him.

You scowled at the armor-clad man before spitting at him. You watched the glob of saliva run down his mask before the hand on your chin grabbed at your neck. You clawed at his wrists to no avail as he lifted you out of the seat.

“That wasn’t very nice. Say you’re sorry, and I won’t hurt you… much.” He said, getting very close to your face to the point you could feel the electricity buzzing off the screen.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You spat at him.

He chuckled darkly, before kicking the chair you were sitting on.

“If you insist.”

He slammed you down on the ground, your breath escaping you and your vision going blurred. He kept his hand tight on your neck while the other one went down to your pants, undoing the belt and button before attempting to pull them down.

“No!” You whimpered, trying to fight back against him. He placed his body over your kicking legs, his heavyweight managing to hold them still while he now went to put his hands up your shirt. He felt all over your upper body, even stopping to pinch at your nipples a few times, before his hand went back down to your pants, sticking them down your underwear. You cried out at the feeling, trying your best to get him off you, but the dude was like a tank, and you were getting weaker with the more time he spent choking the air out of you. He started trying to push down your pants again before you both heard pounding against the door.

“Knight! Scarecrow says we gotta move!”

He held still for a moment before you felt him release you. You gasped for breath while he re-did your pants before pulling you up from the ground. Your body lay against his weak while feeling a little lightheaded from being jerked up so suddenly.

“You got lucky, this time. But, I wouldn’t try a move like that again. You won’t be leaving anytime soon

“Batman will. He’ll kick your ass.” You groaned from the soreness around your throat while panting into his chest armor.

You felt the chuckle vibrate from his chest before he bent down to lift you in a bridal hold.

“I was held captive once too, tortured even. Thought the same thing. It’s nice for a while but you’ll get over it soon enough.”

You struggled in the hold as he moved toward the door letting out a whimper from the pain your body was still in. “Please… just let me go.” You begged.

“Aww, already giving in? Cute. And smart. But, too little, too late. There’s no use in sucking up to me now.” He said, before heading out of the room to wherever.

You watched from around the corner, a gag tied over your mouth now with your hands bound in front of you as one of the militiamen held you in place. You saw Batman come around the corner and tried to scream out to warn him but was too late as Knight had jumped from the ledge he was hiding on shooting at him. 

Batman managed to dodge but was quickly knocked to the ground. Before he could get up, Knight walked over and placed his foot on his chest, pinning him down to the ground.

“Oh no, no, you’re not going anywhere, old man.”

You looked in horror as Knight switched hands with the gun he was holding, pointing it down directly at the masked vigilante.

“Tri-weave, titanium coated, armor plating. Nice. Unless you know exactly…where to shoot.” He said, before placing the gun down on his lower abdomen and pulling the trigger. You flinched at the sound, watching him groan in pain before Knight moved his foot off his chest.

“You’re good, Dark Knight. Even better than I remember. It’s going to make it even more satisfying when I kill you. Oh, and, don’t worry about Barbara. I’ll take better care of her than you ever did. Y/N too, he’s mine now.” You heard him say, walking toward where you and the others were standing around the corner.

“Batman’s in the control room. Show him what happens when he messes with my city and tries to take what doesn’t belong to him.”

Knight walked toward you as the militiaman immediately released you into his embrace. He cradled you gently even as you tried to push out of his hold. When he got tired of you fighting him, he just picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you away from the room.

“You’re better off without him anyway.”

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[ddesertmoon]

Batman Fic Recs Feat. Jason Todd’s Return

All my favorite fics about Jason’s return to the family. Gen, and mostly hurt/comfort.

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Red Hood by envysparkler

“Gotham doesn’t relinquish her soldiers, no matter how far they’ve fallen from the nest.”

In my opinion, this is THE quintessential Red Hood debut fic. It’s got this one trope I love: regular civilians take a chance and protect their protector (it happens a lot with Spider-Man and its really great to see crime alley thanking Jason in the same way).

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Vermillion by xandromedan

“Jason Todd returns to Gotham with a bang. In between setting up a criminal empire, dealing with national conspiracies, and the Joker, he re-learns how to be a person.

When the Bats learn of a new face in Gotham's underground, they get interested. Some of them get friendly. His plan becomes... complicated.”

I love when Red Hood becomes close to the bats without revealing his identity… idk something about how he BELONGS with them even though he’s changed…

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hang on ‘til the chaos is through by JustGail

“BEFORE:

Jason likes Tim. Or, he thinks he does. Tim has spent most of the week since he moved in locked up in his room, only coming out for meal times and sometimes to use the big TV in the media room, but the few words Jason has managed to extract from Tim show a bright kid who can clearly easily keep up with the best of ‘em, despite his young age. So he’s pretty sure he likes Tim, or at least will, with time.

AFTER:

Tim knows there’s something going on, and the worst part is that Batman isn’t even trying to pretend there isn’t something going on.

Stay out of it, he’d told him. Like something as big as a new player in town is something that Robin could stay out of. That Tim could stay out of.”

So so SO good. The story focuses on Jason and Tim and how they both join (or return, in Jason’s case) to the family. Both of them are characterized perfectly.

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ghost story by envysparkler

“Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of.”

After Jason dies, he’s forced to watch his family grieve as a ghost. This gives him a new perspective when he returns to Gotham (which changes everything). I LOVE this fic. It’s suspenseful and emotional, AND there’s found family.

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Twists And Turns Will Take You Home by Sun_Moon_Stars_Jedi

“Bruce Wayne is used to getting kidnapped. He's used to Gotham's villains hating him.

So why does this new crime lord come to his aid when he can't defend himself?”

Short and sweet. A little identity reveal fic because Jason Todd + identity reveal is my favorite combination of things. The fact that it’s told from Bruce’s perspective and you can see his slow realization… perfect!

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miss me? by envysparkler

“Jason’s plan to observe his family’s reactions to his resurrection…does not go as intended.”

Basically, Tim, Dick, and Bruce assume Jason is a hallucination because they’re all so fucked in the head that them hallucinating him makes more sense than like. Magic or something. Very good! I love it when characters are fucked up and sad.

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Late Night Encounters by paperxcrowns

“Not long after Jason comes back to Gotham and asserts himself as the Red Hood, Tim meets Jason in a diner late at night and by some miracle he doesn't recognize him. After another chance meeting where Jason still doesn't make the connection between him and Robin, Tim decides that this might just his chance to get to know Jason Todd.”

Pretty much exactly what it says in the description. Red Hood hates Robin, but he befriends the sad teenager named Tim. The secret identity thing causes issues which cause explosive emotions and slight agony for the characters!

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best laid plans by Valkirin

“Tim Drake knows that Batman needs a Robin. When Bruce and Dick aren't interested in what he has to say, Tim makes his way to the cemetery to say a few words to the boy he's trying to replace.

Tim has the chance to say far more than he expected when Jason digs himself out of his grave that night. Tim does his best to get Jason home to Bruce. The League of Assassins finds them first.”

This one’s more about both Jason and Tim “coming home” but I’m going to count it because I love this fic. In the end, they’re all together which is all I can ask for.

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dead ringer by punkrockhades

“‘Oh, are you guys talking about Jason?’ said a familiar mechanized voice from across the rooftop, and the Bats spun around to spot the Red Hood casually leaning against the rooftop access door. ‘I miss that kid, he was a riot. Hope he’s doing alright.’

There was a moment of silence as the entire group stared at Red Hood, processing his words, and then Red Robin blurted, ‘Wait, you know Jason?’

‘Sure,’ Red Hood responded breezily, amusement written in the lines of his posture. ‘We got pushed into the Pit at the same time. He went a little crazy and fell off a cliff, but shit could only go up from there, am I right?’”

Basically Jason (as Red Hood) pretends to be his own friend and casually makes the batfam lose their minds. Very funny!

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Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory

“Now: Batman is in Paris, pulled there by a case that extends beyond Gotham’s borders, when circumstances lead him to a badly injured Red Hood – who might hold the key to Batman’s investigation.

Then: The Red Hood storms into Gotham, begins to stake his claim on the criminal underground, then abruptly disappears – but only after he breaks into Arkham Asylum and leaves the Joker dead in his own cell.”

You have to have an ao3 account to read this fic (sorry) but if anyone wants to know how to make one I can help! This is a really great case fic. Batman doesn’t know who the Red Hood is, but their relationship is complicated from the start because he was able to do what Batman never could: kill the Joker.

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Tap by CKBookish

“Bruce returns home from the time stream, haunted by phantoms and dreams. Dreams of a past that can't be real.

But all of that wouldn't be so bad if his home didn't feel so empty in the absence of one of his children. Jason, refuses to talk to him or even answer his calls and Bruce can't figure out why or what he did wrong, not after they had mended their fences before his disappearance.

Meanwhile,

Catherine struggles to hold it together for her and Jason as life falls apart around them. When all she has to give is love she does her best to give it all.”

I really love this fic because it shows vignettes of Jason’s life with his mom without shitting on her as a character. Also, it’s a bit different from the other fics here because it takes place after Bruce comes back from the timestream instead of at the beginning of Jason’s stint as Red Hood.

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when my cage is by the window (I can see the sun) by mikkal

“When he was seven, Damian finally escaped the League of Assassins - but not without his brother sacrificing himself to give him time. Now, six years later, he's Robin and Tim's been captured by Ra's in his latest plot. The family goes to Nanda Parbat to rescue him only to run into a revelation that might just break them.”

This fic is INSANELY well written. The small snippets of Jason and Damian’s time together are beautiful. It doesn’t have a happy ending necessarily, but you could probably interpret it as a happy ending!

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robin’s roast by envysparkler

“There’s a new coffee shop in Crime Alley. It’s called the Red Hood.”

Jason gets to establish himself in Gotham as the owner of a new coffee shop instead of as a crime lord. This ends up being more effective in completing some of his goals than being the Red Hood would have been.

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grave secrets by envysparkler

“Jason only came back to confront Batman and kill the Joker. His job is done.”

Be sure to mind the trigger warnings in the tags. This fic is very different from a lot of the ones on this list, but it’s VERY good.

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The Long Road Home by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees

“The first time Jason held Damian in his arms, the green abated and he knew he had never loved anyone else so fiercely before.

The thing about love is that it is so rarely enough.”

Jason raising Damian!!!! The family meeting Damian and not knowing that Jason raised him!!! Identity reveals! Aaaaaaaaa!!

Also, you need to have an ao3 account to read this fic, sorry.

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prodigal by punkrockhades

“Dick liked to think he had a pretty good handle on the whole ‘big brother’ thing by now, even if Tim still saw sleep as optional and Damian still got a little stabby when a hug lasted too long.

But then Damian’s other big brother comes to town, mysterious and red-helmeted and oddly familiar, and seems to want nothing to do with the Bats sans Damian. Damian is strangely close-lipped about his other brother's past, but Dick is determined to find out more about the Red Hood - he could always use more little brothers, anyway!”

The batfam knows the Red Hood as a violent vigilante (and as Damian’s mysterious brother) but then they get to meet Jason!! Identity reveal and all that jazz!

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the bird, the fog, the mist by bacondoughnut

“Jason Todd returns to Gotham with a foolproof plan, to kill the Joker and protect the city as the Red Hood in a way that Batman never could. But when he gets there he makes one major decision that's not a part of the plan. He goes home.

aka; The one where Jason tries to balance being the Red Hood with repairing things with his family, and maybe learns a thing or two about forgiveness and family and love along the way”

Jason comes home but he’s still the Red Hood and there’s a WONDERFUL amount of secrets being kept. I like this one because it’s the opposite from a lot of the other fics on this list (in that the family meets Jason Before they meet Red Hood)

You need to have an ao3 account to read this fic

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forward tho’ I canna see by nex_et_nox

“One of the thugs trying to sneak up behind Robin stoops low, comes back up swinging at Robin's unprotected back with a fucking crowbar—

Metal clatters against the ground; the body follows it a second later.

Jason lifts his finger from the trigger.

Robin whirls, taking in the body dropped with a headshot. With a scowl, Jason kneecaps the idiots trying to take out Robin from behind again.

[or: Jason, newly returned to Gotham as the Red Hood, keeps accidentally helping out the Bats. It's really frustrating.]”

Oneshot with a bunch of interactions between Red Hood and the bats. Identity reveal that’s soft and sweet and everything I’m looking for <3

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Bonus: Incomplete Fics (at the time of this list’s creation)

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riptide by punkrockhades

“Jason’s first mistake was hacking the Bats’ secret comm channel.

Although could it really be called hacking when they’d never bothered to change their frequency since his Robin days? All he’d had to do was log on, and boom – instant access to the best ways to avoid meddlesome Bats while he got shit done. And since his end was carefully muted, they wouldn’t even know anyone was listening.

His second mistake was thinking he could listen without getting sucked back into their drama.”

I love this fic SO much. It made me feel so many emotions… the buildup to Jason’s reveal is amazing and the reveal itself is perfect. The last chapter is (as of right now) not posted, but that chapter is an epilogue so the story is able to stand without it! A million out of ten, would recommend.

Chapters: 5/6

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what you’re longing for (you claim to abhor) by Ghxst_Bird

“He smiles, all teeth, ‘Come on Replacement, I even got to the door with both legs busted. This should be nothing.’

‘You’re right. Jason… Jason wouldn’t have given up. He would fight, I can still—’

The boy wobbles, and Jason has to suppress the mortifying impulse to jump to his aid.

‘I can still fight. Batman needs me.’

‘That’s a terrible idea,’ he muses aloud, and if there’s a hint of real concern somewhere under all the roiling green, well, nobody can prove it.”

AAAAAAAAAGH THIS FIC. This fic is SO good. There’s a ton of interactions between Jason and the family when they don’t know his ID because they assume that Red Hood’s relationship with Jason Todd isn’t “of course I know him, he’s me” but something Very Different. Angst, humor, the whole shebang.

Chapters: 10/11

(likely to update soon as the author has been posting a lot recently, but who’s to say. Either way, great story!)

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Welp, there they are! Hope everyone enjoys because this is my favorite trope :D

[mistymisfit]

So long, Marianne I

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Relationship: AK!Jason x Meta!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence (I'm serious, tho- in canon it's also pretty violent), angst, hurt/no comfort (for now), this series is just my excuse to write angst lol.

A/N: *CIPA means Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis aka people who are unable to feel pain. see the end for more notes :)

Word Count: 4,2K

Read on AO3

Part 2- Masterlist

He repeats his question one more time before kicking your stomach again, "Who are you?". He's been asking the same thing for the past... month? Time gets blurry when you're kidnapped. Fuck, undercover work sucked no matter who you did it for. Whether it was your actual boss or the big bad bat himself, they should all make it up for making you endure this--make it up by dying, you thought. God, whose stupid idea was it again? Letting yourself be kidnapped by the Joker so they could track his lair and see if he had any connections to your current case, ah yes... your boss. Not even Batman would ask you to do that, at least the man had some moral code he hung onto, maybe a little too tight. You've earned an early retirement after this assignment, almost two years living in Gotham, out of everywhere. But what neither you or your boss expected was that he'd know your "secret identity" was fake, that he would torture and kill the agents who worked with you and pretended to be your family--or that they'd sell you out. You whisper, they were not even words just an unintelligible sound. He lowers down, putting his ear close to your mouth to be able to listen better and asks you to repeat yourself. You bite him, as hard as you can and draw blood, lots of it which you spit out with a smirk.

"Fuck you" You taunt and he just laughs, holding his wounded ear. The laughing is excessive, it reverberates around the entire room and you brace for the next impact. But it never comes.

"I think it's time you met a friend we have in common" His smile makes dread set in on you, who? By his standards it could be anyone, from someone you actually knew to someone you've never met but was there to pick up on his dirty work as he went to do other things. He pushes you with his feet until you lay on your stomach and begins to cover your hands, you count the layers. First some kind of cloth, then plastic wrap, then aluminum foil, then a bag to hold it all together. Right, you let everyone believe your healing abilities could only work with your hands.

He drags you up, grabbing one of your arms as he walked you to a different room. The side of his head still bled, and you watched the blood fall down and how it got no reaction from him. He must be used to pain or there must be something wrong with his pain nerves. Maybe not enough to be CIPA* because you have seen him wince and experience pain before. Your feet fail you, you can barely take steps due to how weak you are. Every bite of food you've been forced to take ended up being spat or thrown up moments later. You can feel how chapped your lips are, how tangled your hair is, how deep the bags under your eyes must be, the way your arms hurt from being tied behind your back for too long, how much you must look like shit. He opens a door to a mostly dark room, you can only make out a figure sitting on a chair under the singular light in the entire room. He--yeah, it's a guy definitely, you think--he's got his head low, his posture isn't close to being okay and upon further inspection you realize he's tied to the chair. He's pushing to walk in his direction, and you recognize that hair, even though less dirty, and that side profile way less hurt. You knew that person, you knew him maybe a little too much for your mission.

Jason Todd was once your friend, possibly the only friend your age you've ever had. You met him when he was Robin, being instructed that working with Batman may end up being beneficial at the end of the line you were told not to antagonize him. Even helped him every once in a while to get at least his respect. The first time you ever talked to Jason-- or rather Robin at the time, was when he sprained an ankle one night. You were there, trying to gain info on an illegal arms shipment that was arriving that night "We just have to know who bought it" they told you. You weren't there to stop them, you barely were allowed to actually stop bad things from happening and sometimes you envied that in them. They were their own person, they could have lives, make their own decisions, have agency of their own. Instead you, poor you, you had nothing but your work, no family you knew of, no goals of your own, nowhere to go if you wanted to quit. You healed him, at least that you could do. Maybe word would get out of a new vigilante with "unspecified healing abilities", they didn't have to know you actually manipulated time and just turned time back to a moment they weren't hurt. And from that moment on, unknown to you, he had a crush on you.

He started following you around. It's not stalking he'd justify it, he was just investigating. Making sure whose side you were on because after all you were on the harbor the day he stopped some local gangs from getting their hands on bigger guns. But he found no more than your cover story, neither he or Batman could leave a secret identity be secret. He believed your cover story, no one had any reason to question it. You were just Marianne, a simple girl. A simple girl with superpowers who healed his ankle. Later, when you became closer, sitting next to each other on the rooftop of a building looking down on the city lights, and the traffic that still moved late at night, you explained to him that your powers came from a freak accident in a lab when you were a kid. That much was true, most of the things you told him were true. At the time you felt he was someone who understood you, and he felt the same. And that's how the both of you started developing feelings for each other. It was more than just a crush and the need to have the other closer kept getting stronger. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn't, that you were being so unfair to him, keeping him in the dark about who you really were, if he knew the truth he would never have trusted you. So when you were told he died, how Batman was so sure of it, you regretted everything. You were so decided on telling him the night he disappeared, why didn't you do it before? You've been living with that ever since, the regret, the guilt. And it only got worse when you found out he was dead, knowing he died not knowing your real name, he died believing your lies.

"No," you try to stop, not to get closer to his corpse. "what kind of trick is this?"

"Ah, come on- he's still your friend, isn't he?" You struggle, not letting him move you and putting your entire body weight into it, every strain of energy you had in trying to stop it. How sick is he? He kept his body all this time. Tears fell on your face just thinking about it. How much he suffered, how violent his last moments were, how he didn't get justice or a proper burial.

"You can't even respect the dead," You cry "I'm gonna rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands, do you hear me? I'll make your death so violent even Batman will feel sick"

Your threats started falling out of your mouth faster than the logic in your brain could work, you shouldn't be saying those things. You couldn't be making empty promises like that, you knew you couldn't kill him. You would never be allowed to do it. He laughed, and laughed and pushed you to fall on your back right at the feet of your dead friend. You looked up, just a peak to see his face one last time but he didn't look decomposed, in fact he even had fresh blood on his face. You also saw his chest moving up and down very slowly, was he sleeping?

"Ah, how sweet of you" The man awes, pretending to be flustered by her death threats "but I didn't kill him"

He steps closer and slaps Jason's face, yelling "Wakey, wakey! You have a visit!"

You watch in shock at how he his eyes open so fast, how his head shoot up and the fear in his expression starts to settle in. He wore an orange jumpsuit, as if he was just an inmate more, his cheeks were stained with tears, there was dry blood on one of his nostrils and his lower lip had a cut. Not to mention the "J" scar on his face too.

"What did you do to him?" You ask, sitting up from where you were.

"We were just having fun together, right Jason?" He grabs his head from behind him to make him shake it, saying yes. "and you and I can have just as much fun, soon as you start telling the truth"

"Ma-Marianne?" His voice is rough and low, it was the first time you heard him scared.

"Yes," You crawl closer to him, and look up at him before resting your forehead in one of his legs to hide your face as you started to weep inconsolably "I'm so sorry, they said you were dead, that-"

There is a deadly silence filling the room , where you can only hear your ugly sobs. Jason doesn't respond and you didn't expect him to, but at least they let you cry in peace. Taking in the fact that he'd been alive all this time, thinking about what he's been put through as you mourned like an idiot when you should've kept looking for him. How you abandoned him, how everyone abandoned him. And that made you feel even worse than your initial thought of Joker not letting him rest after he died, because in that case there was nothing you could've done but now... You felt his leg move lightly and you looked up, maybe you were making him uncomfortable and this was his way of saying it. He mouthed a little "I love you" when he knew your captor wouldn't see it. Just then as you gave him a small nod and mouthed "I love you too" you saw he was crying too. Soon his tears fell on you, and he moved his shoulder and turned his head to wipe them off as he sniffed.

"Aww, isn't it romantic, Mr J?" Harley's voice sounds from behind you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. You were getting out there tonight, fuck your cover, fuck your job, he was the only thing that mattered right now.

"Young love," He sighs, dreamy, as if he knew what he was talking about. Like he knew what love felt like at all in any way, shape or form. "We'll have a little menage a trois, It'll be fun dont cha' think?"

And soon enough you felt Harley's arms holding you down as he put a rag over your face and proceeded to throw water. Jason screamed, asking them to stop, that you had nothing to do with them. You coughed when they stopped, at least maybe your face was clean and free of the blood you bit from him earlier. You could handle getting waterboarded, you've been trained to endure all sorts of torture methods. What you couldn't handle was hearing and seeing him like that.

"Now, your little girlfriend hasn't been entirely honest with you"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've already told you who I am" You insist, this time actually desperate.

"Ah- and who are these two then? Liars?" He shows him, not you, a picture of your fake parents dead. Then he shows it to you, of course Jason thought they were your parents, you gave him no reason to believe otherwise. "Cause you see, I thought you were just another annoying kid, getting in the way of my game with the bat- but you're much more than, you're too good"

Silence, you were trained better than this. They put the cloth on your face again, trying once more to get the truth out of you.

"Hey, maybe he knows" He switches up quickly, and takes a piece of broken wood to hold it over Jason "Come on tell me, who's her? And why is your old man protecting her?"

"Her name's Marianne, and he's protecting her because she's my friend"

"Ah-" He imitates a buzzer noise, like he was in some game show "Wrong answer" He hit him.

"Stop it!" You yell, as he repeatedly hit him. You struggle trying to break free from the woman holding you. Until you managed to hit her with my head somehow. You feel the pain in your scalp from her teeth hitting you too.

"This is useless mista' J," Harley spoke, doubt filled her voice. Maybe you were telling the truth, maybe you were just who you said you were and he was too lost to see it. "the girl's been saying the same for months, and her parents weren't even that convincing when they said they weren't her folks"

You watch them leave, him being visibly angry at her for questioning him. Only for him to come back moments later, almost bolting to Jason saying "I have a show to run outside, could you two behave and wait for me here?" Like you had much of a choice, then he said "And hold this for me, boy" before stabbing him. Of course he couldn't stop by without leaving him with an open wound of any sort. You rushed to him before the door was even closed, you removed the knife from the wound with your mouth, your hands still tied behind your back and wrapped up in multiple different layers in a failed attempt to stop you from using your power. Your eyes lit up as you healed him, his pained grunts eventually coming to a stop.

"I bet I look like shit right now" You joke, resting your cheek on his thigh once more. T rying to hide the fact that, despite the situation you were in, you were still a bit embarrassed that he saw you like that.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life" He confesses, not a single strain of joke or sarcasm in his statement and it makes you blush before you move to the back of his chair to untie him.

"You only say that because you want me to free you" You say before grabbing the rope with your teeth, taking longer to undo the knots than it would with your hands on your back and not being able to see what you were doing. If only they didn't think your powers worked from your hands.

"His ear, you did it?" He asked, getting a muffled sound of confirmation from you. "That's my girl"

The scoff in which he said it made you blush again, your cheeks were heating up tonight. He knew if anyone was ever getting him out it would be you, not Batman. His mentor probably started to look for a replacement as soon as he went off the grid. He knew you would never betray him, that's the only thing the Joker couldn't torture or manipulate out of him, the one thing he could hold on to. His kidnapper was wrong, he was never Batman's or his. He's always been yours, probably since you healed his ankle. The ropes around his arms loosen until he's free again, his muscles were sore but soon the adrenaline would kick in and rid him from all pain. He frees his legs in a hurry as you stand up in front of him, he stands up too again. The stretch felt good, moving on his own felt good, and seeing you again felt even better. You turned around, it was his turn to get rid of the ropes now. He grabbed the knife that you couldn't use and cut through your bindings. Still he couldn't help but think about the worried look on your face, what are you thinking about? How to get out? Him? Whatever it was, he took a moment and the second you turned to face him again he wrapped you in a hug. Feeling your warm body against him for the time in so long, you return the affection hugging him just as tightly. He feels relieved, finally a gentle hand lays on him, a hand that he knew could never hurt him.

"Jay, I-" You hesitate, hiding your face in his chest while trying to hide and get the courage to tell him at the same time "I have to tell you something"

"Can it wait until we get out?" You shake your head no, he had to know so you could break out from there. I mean, it was kinda hard to break out of Arkham without help.

"No, uhm, we need to call for help" You start "There's a chip on me, I need you to cut me and take it out"

"What? Help from who?"

"My agency" You admit in a whisper, and just as fast as you got him back you feel how you're loosing him a second time. He lets go of you, and you can feel the distance he's putting between you two more than any torture Joker put you through.

"Where is it?" He asks, his tone cold and detached. You try to hide how hurt you were, you should've expected it he had every reason to be mad.

"Here" You lift your shirt up and point to the place where the tracker was, on your lower stomach right above your hips, on your left side.

He nods, and you lay down on the floor so he can get to work. He touches you, only to get a feel of where it was and you try not to think that this will probably be the last time you feel him so close as you put your arm over your mouth to stop any noise that may come out of you. He cuts your skin, and you bite your arm and hope it's quick. With the end of the knife he swiftly pulls it out in between all the blood coming out of you. You tell him to step on it so it gets destroyed and sends the message, as you heal yourself. He wasn't even watching you, his eyes were fixed on the door processing yet another betrayal.

"Jay, I wanted to tell you-" You try to explain but he cut you off shooting a serious glare at you.

"I don't care," He was cold, his voice severe and it even scared you "get me the fuck out of here and we'll talk"

You nodded on the verge of tears, then deciding that holding on to the hope than when you two were somewhere safer he'd be open to have a conversation was your safer bet to maintain some sanity. Maybe then he'd listen to your apologies. At this point you weren't hoping for absolution but a truce would suffice. Why did you have to go and fuck it up? Why did you have to go and fall for him? You knew who you were, a spy trained for most of the life you remembered who worked undercover in Gotham, you knew you were not supposed to have any ties or emotional connections. You cursed at whoever gave you feelings and made you human, instead of whoever turned you into a machine.

"We should get moving, get to the extraction point"

He just nodded, it was short and formal, so unlike what you were used from him. He followed behind you as you carefully opened the door. There were no guards outside, so you moved. Soon an alarm started to blare through the rotten and worn down asylum wing, that's why the hallway was so empty. Two inmates run past both of you, pushing you to a wall in the process. You reach to grab Jason's wrist to make sure he's behind you but stop halfway through. Probably being touched by you was the last thing he wanted. So you just walk, decidedly pushing through this situation you were in. Armed with nothing but your fists you take out a man twice your size, you easily dodge his punches and swiftly move around him to hit him in key points that he leaves open. Jason watches, and realizes as you jump to the man's shoulders and snap his neck that you had been holding back all this time. He understands you have been capable of using lethal force but chose not to, though he doesn't know the reason for that. Was it because of Batman? Was it because you were ordered not to? He pushes down the thought, as he should be more focused on the guy he was fighting instead of you. You keep moving, going up to were a helicopter would be waiting for you. What you didn't expect was the Joker's backup plan, Death-stroke, pointing a gun right at your head. Shit, you didn't even tell him about your powers yet, he was going to be even more pissed if you didn't find another way out of this soon.

"Out of my way kid" He tells you "I'm only getting paid for not letting him leave alive, but I don't mind wasting a bullet"

"Oh, fuck off" you sigh tired, you just wanted to get out of there. You were exhausted, you wanted a shower and to sleep on a real bed and if it wasn't too much to ask maybe see the light of the sun. So you froze him, time stopped for the man in front of you. "move, it won't last long"

Jason wants to ask, he's itching to know. How did you do it? How did healing people translate into what you just did? He had so many questions for you, about you. Every time a new question came into his head he felt even more offended, he thought he knew you so well and turns out you'd made him out to be an idiot. He feels like an idiot and for that he's even angrier at you for lying, for keeping things from him when he had been so vulnerable to you. That you knew everything about him yet he knew barely anything about you and even what he knew he doubted it was even real at all. But out sheer stubbornness he wasn't going to ask, he'd rather take the curiosity to his grave.

The loud noise of a helicopter becomes more clear as you head up, and then you recognize the all black uniform and standard weapon of your agency. Confusion painted your face, why would they send backup instead of it just being an extraction team. Usually they didn't have a care in the word if you got out in time or not, even going as far as leaving you behind once. They weren't usually this helpful, or willing to use resources on a simple rescue mission. The help didn't last long since you heard the gun shot coming from where you came from. Shit, it wore off you better leave quickly. You tell him to run, to keep up the pace and he does, promising himself this was the last time he would trust you. It was all fine and well, you could see the escape route clearly you almost made it when you heard it. Jason held the bleeding wound from the bullet, stumbling until you helped him. You stole a gun from a passing agent, they wouldn't notice since it was just their back-up, and shot at the mercenary. Your aim was just a little off, since you were also holding a person with your other arm but you managed to hit his arm. The bullet just grazed him, your friend didn't have the same luck. You shot again, just to create some cover so you could move. It worked, you made it to the helicopter before he passed out from the blood loss. Sadly you couldn't heal him since the bullet was still there, so in tears as you took off you managed to stop his bleeding until you got help.

Of course your supervisor wasn't happy about you escaping earlier than expected or that you bought him along. But after some promises and insisting, they agreed not to let him die and took him to the closest headquarters. You knew the conditions they put on you were harsh but you thought nothing was worth more than his life, so you agreed. Even if it mean never seeing him again, why did it matter anyways? It's not like he wanted much to do with you after today.

A/N: Like I said on the notes on ao3, I'm sensitive and this is my first time posting what I write in a LONG time so have patience with me lol.

[charliedawn]

Hiii could you do a slashers helping the reader escape from the other mother! I hope you have a good day

Of course. So, you are the slashers' adoptive daughter and the Beldam decided you would be the perfect prey..Unbeknownst to her, she would soon meet your parents. Enjoy.

Five *enters in the Other Side and finds the Beldam to bargain* : "I hate witches. But, I'll make a deal with you. You let go of Y/N, and you'll get me. Now, come on. I'm all yours, you big ugly crawlie.."

Five would pretend to be surrendering and exchange places with you—only to jump into time and space to escape.

Five would firstly try to get rid of the Other Mother by himself, but would give up if he sees she is too strong.

He would then warn the slashers and they would all get on the Other Side to destroy the Beldam and make sure she won't hurt you—or anyone else—ever again..

Five : "No one hurts Y/N. No one."

The Beast *roars* : "OURS !"

The Beast wouldn't waste any time before attacking the Beldam and make sure she knows her place.

He wouldn't wait to find a plan or discuss with the Horde, as the Beast is ruthless and the moment you are in danger, he would act.

It's not like the Horde wouldn't approve though.

They all vouched for him to take control when they knew you were in danger.

Other Mother : "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME !"

The Beast *keeps punching the Beldam mercilessly* : "THEY'RE OURS !"

It would be more of a power and ownership kind of thing to the Beast, but it would reunite you with the other personalities.

Patricia *hugs you tightly* : "Oh thank goodness ! You are alright.."

Dennis *frowns disapprovingly at you* : "Never leave again without telling us."

Barry *cries in relief and embraces you* : "NEVER DO THAT TO US AGAIN, GOT IT ?!"

Jason and Freddy would team up. They may not like each other, but they both know they fight better together.

They usually don't get along, but would make an exception to take down whoever or whatever hurt you.

Freddy would taunt her and make sure she reveals your location. He would then let Jason occupy the Other Mother before going to get you.

Once he is sure you are alright and out of danger, he would return and help Jason.

Freddy would then proceed to find out what her weaknesses are and tell Jason.

Let's say..The Other Mother wouldn't last long.

Freddy : "Behind you."

Jason *decapitates her*

Freddy *chuckles* : "...To be fair, I did warn you."

Norman : "...So, you think you are a better mother than me ?"

Norman would find offense in the fact that the Beldam would kidnap you and claim to make all your wishes come true.

Norman fought tooth and nail to get custody and make your life the best he could offer you.

He would find great insult in the fact that the Beldam would try to replace him and it would end in Norman throwing himself at the Beldam to tear her head off.

Norman *yells hysterically* : "YOU NEVER TOUCH MY KID AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME ?! THEY'RE MINE ! I'M THEIR PERFECT PARENT ! NOT YOU !"

When Brahms found you missing, he immediately panicked and searched everywhere for you.

When he saw the little door going to the Other Side, he didn't think twice before crawling there to retrieve you.

When he noticed the Beldam who was about to devour you, he was so angry and didn't hesitate before jumping on her ripping her eyes out.

Brahms is stealthy and knows how to remain quiet and move fast.

He then made sure to stay very still for a moment before grabbing you, quickly making your way back to your true home.

Brahms *shakes you back and forth* : "DO. NOT. SCARE. BRAHMS. AGAIN !"

The Beldam may be powerful, but she wouldn't stand a chance against Penny and Pennywise.

They are literal aliens and their powers combined would make anyone tremble in fear.

If anything, she would feel their power and not pick you as a target—if only to stay out of their radar.

She would feel a lot less confident about her choice and either give you back or attempt to eat you and leave before your family comes to get you..But, I wouldn't count on it.

Penny *giggles* : "You will pay with your life for this mistake.."

Pennywise : "Your death will be long and painful if you do not give them back. We won't show you any mercy and tear you limb from limb..Now, give us back our child."

Beldam ? What Beldam ?

Myers found a spider in the house and decided to set it on fire.

He didn't find any evil witch..even though the spider did seem rather huge.

...

Oh.

Beetlejuice : "So...You're the very ugly thing that's been threatening my kid ?"

Beldam *seethes at him and holds you closer to her* : "MINE !"

Beetlejuice *snickers and throws his cigarette to the floor* : "Dream on, ugly."

Beetlejuice is a poltergeist. He would tire the Beldam out, even summon demons from the Underworld to get you back.

Or, even worse..He would start haunting the Beldam's house until she gives in.

Beldam *screams when she finds the whole house in complete disarray for the third time in an hour* : "GET OUT !"

Beetlejuice *laughs* : "Ain't happening. Now, tell me where my kid is, or I start plucking out your garden plants.."

The Other Mother would have no choice but to comply.

J : "KABOOM !"

J would go all out and would bring every single weapon known to Man to save you.

He would throw everything he has at her until she would tell him where you are and he would have you safe.

He would then make sure you are alright before asking you to wait for him on the other side.

J would then throw a bomb inside the tunnel before leaving—for good measure.

J *sighs* : "There are things and people out there that want to hurt you, Y/N. Life isn't pretty. But, it's life. And it's the only life you got me to protect you. So, next time you wanna get a 'better life' and sell your soul to a spider witch, remember that.."

[ghost-bxrd]

Burntout! Jason when he wakes up and realizes that overprotective-jason-is-not-allowed-out-of-my-site-because-he-might-disappeer-again mode has been activated for Bruce. Or just how Dick reacts when he finds out Jason is alive again.

Not entirely sure if you mean the prompt where Jason pretends to have been kidnapped by the Red Hood but I’m going with that one! Pls correct me if you meant another prompt 💚

Ok so the first day Jason wakes up in Wayne manor he knows this is gonna be one hell of a ride because when he goes to leave the room (and possibly sneak out) he finds Bruce and Dick waiting right in front of his door. Dick is fast asleep, Bruce looks like he hasn’t had a shut eye in several days and the moment he spots Jason he just kind of— deflates. (Jason had drawn a hard line with Bruce staying in a chair beside his bed the entire night. He’s still pissed af at the man after all)

Dick startles awake only a few seconds after and has much the same reaction, breathing something about a dream before he launches himself at Jason and hugs the living daylights out of him for as many times in the last twenty four hours. (Jason had to throw Dick out of his room much like Bruce, citing some kind of bullshit trauma response as the reason. In truth he was mildly concerned he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from trying to throttle them during the night.)

Bruce and Dick both had multiple micro breakdowns while waiting in front of Jason’s door because on one hand they know how important it is to allow trauma victims to establish boundaries, on the other hand they had to reassure each other every couple minutes that, no, they did not imagine the last few hours and Jason is indeed alive and sleeping just beyond the door.

Meanwhile Jason is trying not to go stir crazy with how he had to go from “murder and mayhem” plans involving torture and taunting of certain bats to “I’m a scared teenager and so happy to be home”. Some of it, obviously, isn’t even an act (certainly not the part where he gets to see Alfred again). But it’s getting increasingly hard to curb the resentment he still feels towards Bruce and Dick.

And TIM, hooo boy. Jason does NOT like having to pretend to like the little shit who stole his colors.

Thankfully (and unknowingly) for everyone involved (especially Tim) Jason ends up taking a grudging shine to the new kid (you can’t keep hating someone who’s got literal stars in their eyes every time they talk to you) and soon scraps his plans of torture and throat slitting for him. Kidnapping’s still on the table though. He’ll have to salvage this situation somehow.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Rec 38

I had a nice stretch of PTO this week, so I got some good fic reading in (along with a lot of birding and an 8 mile hike, LOL). I also hope all of you have been enjoying some of the lovely Superbat art coming out of NYCC BECAUSE I HAVE.

Anyway, on to the fics!

Losing You by starshotplagues - Superbat, complete. I remember reading this fic when I first started reading Superbat fics. I've wanted to reread it for a while now, but I couldn't find it UNTIL NOW. I was so pleased :) A get together fic featuring these two learning how to communicate.

the privilege is mine by starshotplagues - Superbat, complete. A short sequel to the previous fic. Bruce says "I love you" first and has a lot of Feelings about it.

A kindred bond by Nyszu - Superbat, wip. An update to the Bruce gets kidnapped by Evil Superman fic. (Good) Clark is experiencing some guilt, and Bruce is Really Going Through It.

If You're Offering by Noknownname - Superbat/Wonderbat/Superwonderbat, wip. A lovely smutty fic where Bruce and Clark help Diana out with a magic user. Also, alien biology, my beloved.

The Seats of Stars by JUBE514, SalParadiseLost - Batfam/Superfam/Superbat (eventually), wip. A really, really cool fantasy/royalty/medieval au where the Superfam is royalty, the Batfam are centars, and both work together.

a world in repair by Batbirdies - Batfam, complete. Jason and Damian try to go on a vacation/road trip together, but hidden injuries and feelings cause a few road bumps. They work on it though, Bruce helps too :) Part of the Emotional Motion Sickness series.

a song came after by susiecarter - Superbat, complete. Bruce was trapped in a simulation where he was married to Clark, and deals with not being in the simulation anymore. Much feelings are had afterwards.

Padam Padam by frozenpotions - Superbat, complete. A fic based off this Tumblr post. A delight to read from beginning to end.

Red Hood's Barbie Dream House by Sparkypants - Batfam, complete. Jason gets shrunk to the size of a barbie. Shenanigans ensue.

Welcome to Batburger, home of the Batburger, can I take your order please? by Sparkypants - Batfam, complete. Bruce doesn't like Batburger, but his kids love it. Bruce loves his kids, so he goes to Batburger.

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Batfam, complete. What happens after Bruce comes back from being lost in time.

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the omegaverse Superbat fic. OH MY GOD I LOVE UNCLE LEX. That is all :) :) :) :)

Two Birds, One Stone(d) by MichaBerry - Batfam, complete. Tim gets accidently high on a drug bust that goes a bit off course. Shenanigans (and Feelings) ensue.

A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin - Batfam, complete. Tim has A Bad Time with Jack in Atlanta and travels back to Gotham by himself. Much shenanigans and many family feels ensue.

borderline by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. The most recent update to this fic had me by the THROAT. And there's one more chapter left!!!! And it looks like there is going to be a series too!!!

I'm a Good Pretender series by shipNslash - Batfam, complete. A FANTASTIC series about Battinson taking in Dick as a ward. Bruce is his socially awkward self, and Dick is delightfully (and manipulatively) charming. They learn how to trust each other and become a family. The next fic in the series is from Jim Gordan's POV, and the third has Jason! I devoured this series in an afternoon, it was so good!

Happy reading!!

[veryace-ficrecs]

Tim Drake & Jason Todd Angst Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

in the planter outside my front door by CosmoKid - Rated G

When Tim’s six years old, his third-grade class takes a field trip to the old firehouse in The Narrows.

By the age of seven years old, he’s learned that there’s a difference between pain and Pain, and that while adults are generally happy to deal with pain, they do not enjoy you talking about Pain.

These two things may be related.

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday - Rated M

“For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.” “Then you talk!” “There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.” “Then what will slow it down?” After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time. “Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly. “You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.” “The hell do you care anyway?” “Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!” “You fucking should.” 

unaware i'm tearing you asunder by hendecagrisms - Rated T

The pieces were starting to click into place, aligning to create a deeply disturbing picture. “Are you seriously saying you’ll become a missing person and fake your death for this stupid homecoming plan?” Jason interrupted, his voice full of as much judgmental incredulity as possible. The kid’s eyes skated back over to him, his face twitching into a brief frown. “What? No.” A pause. “I mean, we could do that instead, if you wanted. But to fool Batman I’d need facial reconstruction surgery and new papers and it would all have to be untraceable—,” he broke off with a scoff, shaking his head slightly. “No, it’s just smarter and more cost-efficient to do it for real.” - Tim learns about Jason Todd's return, does some research on the Lazarus Pit, and realizes that there might be a way to solve multiple problems all at once: removing himself from the picture. For some strange reason, the Red Hood doesn't seem keen on cooperating.

Grin and Bear It (I got blood on your carpet) by Alia_JuneBug - Not Rated

When Jack Drake’s business trip gets canceled, he is forced to stay at home while the legal kinks get worked out. He’s not used to having a teenager underfoot, so it’s only rational that he’s a little snappish around Tim. At least, that’s what Tim tells himself each time his dad’s idea of discipline gets harsher. Bruce had told him to take a break from Robin in order to spend some time at home with his dad, and Tim can’t say no to that. He knows Bruce is probably glad to be rid of him for a short while. And he can handle discipline. This is a Tim Drake problem, not a Robin problem anyway. There’s no need for Bruce to know anything. Things get a little muddled when an injured Jason Todd crawls through his bedroom window.

Thrown into the Storm by ThePokeOne - Rated T

"It figured, Tim thought as he trekked through Gotham's streets in one of the worst storms he'd ever seen. He'd been careless. So stupidly careless."

Or:

Tim gets kicked out, and Jason has a change of plans.

am i the only one pretending (i did it to myself) by rutaceae - Rated T

Tim doesn’t expect his latest civilian kidnapping to be any different from the rest, but when he remembers things best left buried in the past, things take a turn for the worse. Luckily, his family is here to help.

sallow skin (and they can’t look away) by Ghxst_Bird - Rated T

Bruce is off planet when Robin’s distress beacon is lit. He tries not to worry, but then Nightwing contacts him: Robin’s tracker leads straight into Gotham Bay.

1-800-ROBIN by spqr - Rated T

“Gotham Youth Mental Health Hotline, this is Jason speaking. Can I ask who I’m talking to?” There’s a long silence on the other end of the line, and then a small voice says, “I, um. Sorry, I don’t know why I called. This was a mistake. I’ll just hang up now.” “Hey, wait.” Jason drops his feet to the floor, sitting forward in his shitty cubicle. Suddenly his heart is racing and he’s not sure why, but he can’t let this kid hang up. “You don’t have to tell me your name. That’s okay. Just – why don’t you tell me why you’re calling?”

buy the ticket, take the ride by Anonymous - Rated M

Tim had always figured that if he ever woke up in Vegas sans-memory, it would be when he was older than fourteen. But there were some things he couldn’t control, and apparently whatever had happened last night that he didn’t remember was one of them.

hungry for strays by Ghxst_Bird - Rated T

Tim knows something is wrong with Batman and Nightwing, and somehow it all has to do with the new crime lord on the rise in crime alley. So of course he’s not going to stay at the manor while they’re out risking their lives. Tim leaves a note and sets out for intel on the Red Hood. Aka. Everyone is straight up not having a good time

Safe and Warm by sardonic_sprite - Rated G

Batman.

Batman lived right next door. Batman surely had a generator, or at least a fireplace and wood, or some way to get warm.

Batman took care of kids, and Mr. Wayne was really nice. He would at least let Tim warm himself back up. Maybe he could even stay just until the power came back on.

It was worth a shot.

Nervous Breakdown by AhsokaJackson - Rated T

Jay closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to push back the encroaching headache. And possibly the admittedly ironic desire to strangle this kid for his lack of self-care instincts. "Tim. Timmy. Answer me this. Where exactly is the old man? Actually, better question: Why in the ever-living hell is the answer to that anything other than 'right here'?" Tim gave a huff that sounded more tired than defiant. "Because, like I said, it's a mild case and I don't need to be under observation. I already told Bruce the same thing I told you: I'm fine." "And he believed that."

Don't You Know? by sardonic_sprite - Rated T

“How the hell did you think taking everything the real Robin had was going to make him proud of you?” Jason snapped. “I didn’t want to take anything,” Replacement cried. “I wanted to save it. It… Batman… they were… everything was just… It was awful, and, and Gotham needed… but Robin…” The kid looked up at Jason, desperation in his eyes, like he was trying to find justification from his accuser. “I-I know he wouldn’t have wanted Batman to die.”

Living Dead Boy by Terranpheum - Rated T

Tim was having a normal night photographing Batman and mourning the dead when Jason Todd suddenly breaks out of his own grave. He's unresponsive and catatonic, and Tim knows there's no way he can leave the boy on his own. So, he brings him back to Drake Manor to try and help him recover. It goes… well?

Instead of All the Colors That I Saw by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated T

Dick comes around to stand fully in front of him, keeping a steadying hand on Tim’s arm. “Just because you know you’re safe intellectually doesn’t mean you always feel safe,” he says softly. “It’s okay if you don’t feel safe.” “But it’s not okay!” Tim bursts out. “Because if I don’t feel safe, then how is Jason supposed to feel safe? He shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable just because my brain is screwed up!” There’s a faint sound by the door, barely more than an intake of breath, and his eyes snap to the no-longer empty doorway.

The Worst Kind of Crush by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus - Rated T

Civilians came first.  It was one of the foundational truths of being a superhero. Their job was to save civilians regardless of the personal cost. Each of them knew and understood the risks associated with the cape when they put it on.  Still, rules got fuzzy when one woke up underneath a building.  Or the one where a building explodes and Tim is trapped under the rubble

Last Request by destiny919 - Rated T

"Any last words, Replacement?" Red Hood casually crouches down in front of him. "Or how about a last request? I'm feeling generous. I'll do you one last favor before I clip those little wings. Whatever you want. Sky's the limit." There's only one thing he's ever really wanted from Jason Todd.

Echoes of You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated T

Graveyard mud, heavy and dark, clinging to a stained and torn suit. One shoe missing, a leg bent awkwardly and blood staining a bare foot.

Milk white skin beneath the mud, black hair hanging in muddy clumps around his ears. Blue eyes staring back at him, animal-bright and dilated in the brief moment before he flinches back from the light with a cry of pain that stabs through Jason to the soul.

His shaking hand closes around the flashlight before he can even think about it, cutting off the piercing beam and letting it spill out in shards between his fingers. For a petrifying moment as his eyes readjust, he’s sure that when he looks again, there will be nothing there.

“Tim?” he whispers.

The lean and ragged figure, tiny, god he’s so small, lowers his hands away from his face, away from his eyes wide and glittering almost silver in the moonlight.

Hands, mud-covered and torn. The red of his shredded fingernails is sickeningly dark in the broken light.

He’s vomiting before he even feels the bile making its way up his throat.

Petals for Armor by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated T

There’s a small half-moon of blood under the white of Tim’s nail where he bent it. He studies the red of it, feeling foggy and dreamlike. “Can I ask you a question?” His brother’s eyes flick to him and away again, surprised and wary. “What?” His nail doesn’t hurt much, just the dullest of aches when he presses down against it. “When you were homeless, you slept with people for money, didn’t you?” Jason jerks like he’s been slapped. His knuckles are so pale where they grip the steering wheel they suddenly look more bone than flesh. “Did I -” “Was it worth it?” Tim asks, drifting like a cloud over whatever furious reaction Jason was about to give him. “The money, I mean.” His sternum slams into the seatbelt with bruising force. Unbraced for it, his head whips forward and back against his seat as they swerve off the road again and skid to a halt with a screech of rubber.

farthest you’ve ever flown by rutaceae - Rated T

When Jack Drake kicks Tim out in a rage, Tim, not wanting to be a bother, tries to make it work without getting the Bats involved. But he can only go so long without being found out, and it’s not Batman that ends up discovering his secret; it’s the Red Hood.

Familial Ties by AnonymousWhump - Rated T

What he wasn't expecting was to walk into the kitchen to find Tim,  yes Tim because he wasn't in the Robin outfit he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, was that blood on his feet?  Staring at him in shock, eyes flicking from him to the phone in his hand, before mumbling a quiet,

“Jason?”  

Or, Jason breaks into the Titan's Tower to hurt Robin but his plan is quickly derailed when he sees signs of abuse.

Drop In by iselsis - Rated T

Tim's injured, alone in Crime Alley, and the worst possible person finds him. And yet it doesn't turn out as badly as Tim expected.

Watch Your Step Dear by Redaliveviolation - Rated T

Tim was having a great time watching the Dynamic Duo race across Gotham. He was getting so many good photos and he never wanted these nights to end. Too bad the heroes aren’t around when he takes a trip off of the side of a building.

[damianwaynerocks]

An Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

do i hate this? who’s to say really. but i was thinking about how dc would go about bruce making jason be legally alive again, and I got the idea of a tell-all interview with Jason and. here we are.

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Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

By Donna Gallagher

The Wayne Manor driveway is long as the gate opens for me. I’ve seen Wayne Manor in photos before, as everyone has, but its size in person is almost intimidating. Four stories tall, a massive building of beige brick. 

A butler opens the door. Alfred Pennyworth, the man who has been serving the Wayne family for as long as anyone can remember. He’s taller than I’d pictured him. 

“Right in here, Ms. Gallagher,” he says.

Bruce Wayne is standing behind him

He almost looks nervous. He’s standing stiffly, and although he meets my eyes, there’s a desperation in them. It’s strange to see the billionaire playboy look so serious. We’re all used to him tripping over staircases, running into dark corners with supermodels at galas, and pretending to be Batman on Jimmy Fallon.

“Ms. Gallagher,” he says, “Thank you for coming.”

“You have a lovely home,” I say, and I mean it. The foyer alone is beautiful. Arching ceilings with paintings on each other side. One of the paintings catches my eye. I think it’s a Rembrandt.

“Thank you,” Bruce smiles, but I don’t think it’s a real one. “Right this way.”

I follow him down the hall. Bruce is telling me why he chose me to do this interview. He says it’s because I’ve always stuck to the facts and never released any sensitive information on that family he knows I’ve gotten ahold of. I shrug and explain that I don’t think anybody’s personal life should be public news. He smiles again, and this time I think it might be genuine.

“He’s in there.” Bruce opens a door for me, and I see him.

His face is the first thing I notice. He’s handsome, sure, just like all the Waynes are. Chiseled jawline, black hair, bright blue eyes. But his beauty isn’t what catches my attention; it’s the jagged scar that stretches from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, making him like he’s smirking. 

He’s laying stretched out on the couch in a leather jacket and a Wonder Woman tee underneath. “Ms. Gallagher!” Jason Todd says cheerfully.

Jason Todd. The second son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. He’s stolen the title of most interesting Wayne from his brother Damian- Bruce’s only biological child -in recent years.

According to a press conference held in 2012, Bruce Wayne found a 13-year-old Jason while the latter was trying to steal the tires off of Bruce’s Mercedes. Despite the attempted robbery, Bruce decided to adopt the homeless child instead of pressing charges.

Jason was rarely seen in public. Whenever he was seen at Wayne events, he always looked uncomfortable, and out of place. Tabloids called him “a snobby rich kid” or “an ungrateful child” for avoiding the press, but I think that is unfair. A child living on the streets suddenly becomes the son of arguably one of the most famous people in America? I wouldn’t be very comfortable, either.

Three years later, in 2015, Wayne Enterprises made a statement that Jason Todd had died. He’d been traveling in Ethiopia with Bruce, whenever he was kidnapped and held for ransom. Bruce tried to wire the money to the men responsible, but due to international bank laws, the money did not arrive in time before the warehouse where Jason was being held at caught fire due to faulty wiring. The boy was said to have died of smoke inhalation.

Over time, Jason Todd’s murder left the public eye, with only a few articles being published each year at the anniversary. The name Jason Todd was rarely mentioned.

Until 2022, when Bruce Wayne announced that Jason was alive. The body found was the body of another teenage child that was similar enough to Jason’s build that, with the severe burn damage, was believed to be Jason himself. In actuality, however, Jason had been trafficked. He was kept for years before the Justice League busted one of the trafficker’s safe houses and found him alive in 2021.

Bruce refused to let the media anywhere near Jason. No pictures of him have been leaked online, and Jason has never made any type of statement to the public.

Until now. Bruce Wayne emailed my office and requested that I interview the Wayne son, saying that Jason was ready to speak out about his ordeal after two years of intensive therapy, on the condition that no photographs were taken and Jason was allowed to read the article before publication. 

“Please, have a seat!” Jason gestures to the couch adjacent to the one he’s sitting on. He seems relaxed, and doesn’t appear to be nervous at all. I sit down.  

“Mr. Todd-” I begin, but he cuts me off, asks me to call him by his first name. “Jason-” I begin again, “-It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too!” he says. “Hey, did you watch the coverage of the Met Gala a couple months ago? Where Bruce busted his ass in front of Kim Kardashian? That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!” 

I laugh. “Yeah, I did see that. It must be interesting having him as a father, does he fall often?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. He’s really bad at like, being a person, honestly. He’s banned from the kitchen after he set the fire alarm off trying to use the toaster.”

He launches into the full story. Apparently, Bruce Wayne isn’t the one who runs the Manor; it’s Alfred Pennyworth. “Which is why I think it’s so fucking funny how so many people think he’s Batman. Bruce? Batman? One time he tripped over Damian’s cat and he started crying because he stubbed his toe.” 

“What’s it like, returning home to have so many siblings?” I ask. I jump right into his return, as I was notified that asking about his time being trafficked was strictly off-limits. Jason snorts.

“Annoying as fuck. Dick was an asshole when I was still here, and suddenly he’s this ray of fucking sunshine who keeps trying to get me to talk about my feelings. Damian’s a little demon spawn, threatens to stab me everytime I do something he doesn’t like.” He pauses. “Duke and Cass are cool, though. Tim is okay too, once you get past the whole falling-asleep-at-dinner- thing. He doesn’t ever sleep you know. He’s stupid.”

“Wait, Damian threatens to stab you?” I’m surprised. Everybody knows the youngest Wayne is a bit… snippy. Everybody’s seen the footage of him berating Vicky Vale for pronouncing a word wrong. 

“Yeah!” Jason throws his hand in the air. “And I’m like, dude, I’ve been stabbed before. Several times! And when I say that he’s like-” He speaks in a high-pitched tone “-Silence, Todd! We’ve all been kidnapped before.’ He’s a little piece of shit.” 

I ask him if he was alright about talking about his experience, as he brought it up. He says it’s fine because Bruce doesn’t know shit about what I want to talk about. He tells me I can ask as many ‘intrusive’ questions as I please, saying he’s tired of everyone treating him Like I’m some fragile piece of shit that will fall apart at any moment. I tell him he can stop me at any time, and then I say, “How did it feel whenever you were first taken?”

Jason takes a drink of his water that smells like vodka. “Scared as shit. Tried to fight ‘em, but then they smacked me in the head with a crowbar like I was some dog that pissed on the floor. I got up after that, though. Took em a while to break me.”

“When did you start to..” I trail off, trying to decide on the word before I decide to use his own language. “...break?”

“Probably like, two months in.” he replies. He still doesn’t seem to be nervous or uncomfortable. His therapy must be really helpful. “Whenever they showed me a news clip of Bruce back in Gotham. Made me think he just gave up and left. I wasn’t told that he thought I died, I just thought he stopped caring.” 

“That must’ve been hard,” I say empathetically, “Feeling abandoned.”

Jason shrugs. “Yeah, it was.” His voice starts to sound strained, so I jump ahead. 

“So, you were rescued by the Justice League. How did that go down?” He brightens up again.

“Oh, it was fucking awesome.” He says excitedly. “Like, seeing Wonder Woman!? In person!? Made all the torture and shit worth it, honestly. I’d go through it all again to see fucking Wonder Woman beat up those fuckers in front of me again.”

I chuckle and ask if he’s a Wonder Woman fan. He scoffs, and tells me that of course, he is because She’s so much better than that furry Batman. “Plus, ya know,” He sits up. “She’s a woman. I love seeing badass women. And honestly, watching those misogynistic fuckers get destroyed by a woman was hilarious.” 

“How did it feel? To see Bruce again after all those years?” I ask. His smile goes away.

“I mean, not great. I thought he abandoned me, you know? And then seeing that he’d adopted more kids after me? I felt replaced. Didn’t understand how he felt for years.” He laughs. “Alfred and Dick were the ones that got through to me, actually. Told me all this shit about what he’d been through and about how he gave millions of dollars to the FBI, CIA, the UN, and even Batman to hunt down the people that took me.”

“Were they ever caught? The ones that physically took you?” I ask. The public had never been told, mainly because their names were never released. We know that the actual trafficking ring was shut down, but not what happened to the people who were responsible for Jason being taken in the first place.

Jason doesn’t answer for a long moment. There’s rage in his eyes, and his grip on his glass tightens. I’m about to apologize and change the subject, but then he growls out “No. He- they weren’t. Nothing happened to them.”

I apologize if I asked too personal of a question, but he stops me. In the same light tone he’d used in the beginning of the interview, he says “Don’t worry about it, questions aren’t near as bad as, you know, being tortured and all that.”

Not the first time, I notice how much therapy had clearly been helping him if he was able to speak of his ordeal in such a light tone. He starts to laugh but covers it with a cough. “Oh- right - therapy-” he snorts out. “Yeah, therapy is the best! Love therapy. Love being in therapy.”

I ask what he’s been doing ever since being back.

“Mainly hanging out with friends,” he replies. “My friends Roy and two others. They’re cool. We go on, uh, vacations a lot. I also get nagged by Dick all the fucking time.” He rolls his eyes. “You can’t be around Dick Grayson without being nagged about something. I also like to read. I’m in the middle of The Idiot by Dostoevsky. Really good! I recommend it.”

“You like classics?”

“Oh yeah.” He grins. “They’re the best. Damian and Duke make fun of me for it, but like, they’re just jealous I can read. They look at pages and are like oooh what the fuck are these squiggly lines.” He pauses again. “Oh yeah, fun fact! Damian can’t read.”

I flinch as we hear a scream from the further in the house, something that sounds like “I can read, Todd, and if you say that again I will cut out your tongue.” Jason ignores it.

“But what I really wanted to talk to you is this project Bruce and I are working on.” He leans forward on his knees. “We’re working on creating an organization for street kids like me to help prevent trafficking. I got trafficked by dumb fucking luck, but most of the people who get trafficked are people living in poverty. Not having access to money to get your basic needs met can result in doing some shady shit to get money, which can make you vulnerable to predators. Like, a common thing for people to do is to resort to prostitution, which can get them trafficked internationally or right here in Gotham. Or they get this offer for a job that will get them money, but it’s just a scheme to get them kidnapped. Plus, poor kids disappearing are less likely to be investigated by GCPD, which makes them another target.”

“I see,” I say with a smile. That was really admirable. “So what are you two planning to do?”

“So, for starters,” he says. “We’re going to poor money into Gotham’s poorest communities. Bruce already does that, but Gotham is so corrupt that the organizations don’t use the money for housing or education or stuff like that, they keep it for themselves. We’re going to make it mandatory that they have to send it documentation that shows that they’re using the money for what it’s supposed to do.”

He explains the plan further. In addition to funding, they’re going to create a Wayne-funded after-school program for children to go to after school until their parents get off work to prevent them from getting into any trouble. There will also be an increase in homeless youth shelters that are overseen by Bruce and Jason themselves to help prevent any abuse from occurring. There will also be free job training and a free wardrobe, all funded by Wayne Enterprises. He adds that not only is this about human trafficking, but the goal is to help children in poverty in general. Jason says that he will be volunteering at all of these places. 

“We’re also working with the Mayor to get homelessness decriminalized,” Jason adds. “Besides the fact that it’s a fucking stupid law- like it’s somehow their fault for not finding a home - it’ll decrease the chances of people moving in with dangerous people just to avoid prosecution for, ya know, trying to survive.”

“That’s amazing,” I say, and I mean it. “Do you have any idea what you’ll call this?”

“Yeah,” Jason says with a smile. “It’s going to be called The Catherine Project.”

We have some small talk after that, and then I leave. He walks me to the door, telling me more stories about his siblings, such as how Tim refuses to take his antibiotics despite his lack of a spleen. He shakes my hand as I leave.

People have been wondering for the past what Jason Todd is like. They assume that he’s a traumatized boy. A boy who can’t leave the house, a boy who has nightmares. They assume he’s angry, a screaming mess, a shell of who he used to be. But I can tell you with certainty who Jason Todd truly is.

Jason Todd is a man who has been through some of the worst things a human can imagine, but he decides to help people. The Catherine Project will help hundreds of children.  Jason Todd is a man who saw the cruelty of the world, but chose to be kind.

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 4 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,947

Chapter 4 - Jason

Thomas closed his eyes, picking up speed as he thrusted into her. Elizabeth hung limp, just letting him go through the motions. She laid on her back in the bed, ass lifted up from the pillow under her, and he was on his knees, holding her body as he tried new positions. Her mind traveled far away as she’d done recently.

Elizabeth felt like she was just a passenger in her own life. Shortly after dinner her second night there, she found herself zoning out. She didn’t fight Thomas, letting him fuck her when he wanted. But most of the time, she just lay there. The times she did become active, working with him was when her mind allowed her to think of Jason. He was the only clear image in her brain since they had recently traveled together. She didn’t particularly love him, in the end she doubted she would have dated him even if that were an option. But he was far more handsome. The unfortunate thing was, there were many times Thomas’ cock felt good. Really good. There were a few times she started to fuck him back as him. But she had stopped herself. In her mind, it was the only thing she could do to punish him. Make him do all the work and just lay there. She couldn’t feel good because of him. 

Jason, she thought, biting her lip and closing her eyes. She felt herself starting to move her hips as she pretended she was with another lover.

Suddenly, Thomas stopped, letting out a frustrated noise. She frowned as he pulled out. He hadn’t finished yet. He got off the bed, quickly put on his clothes before leaving. That was new. He’d always made sure to cum in her. Always made sure to pat her belly. 

Letting out a sigh, she rolled out of bed. She didn’t care, she thought as she got dressed. How much worse could her life get? He still hadn’t forced her to orally please him and he didn’t think about going down on her. At least, she assumed he didn’t. He liked using his hands, and ugh, it was so frustrating that at times they felt good. She almost preferred his fingers. He was a bit more gentle recently, as if exploring her. The moment he got his cock in her though it was pound away. 

She shivered. That was a good thing though. The more rough he was, the better to hate him. She paused before leaving the room. The morning after her first rape came to mind. He’d been soft and gentle. Although the initial penetration was quick and hard. After that, he’d set up a pace that actually made her feel good. That caused a tremendous conflict in her brain as she realized she’d enjoyed every last second of it, despite hating herself. She cringed a little thinking about how he almost went for her ass. 

If he had, she’d probably be waddling as Hoyt thought she should, if she moved at all. Thomas barely did enough foreplay to get her wet. He probably would barely do anything before sticking something so big into her ass. She shuddered at the thought of him ramming himself into her as he did. 

It was a peaceful day. Luda Mae was in the house somewhere, she could hear humming. Hoyt thankfully was gone during the day most of the time. She hated seeing him at dinner, but other than his quick lecherous looks at her while Tommy wasn’t looking, he hadn’t tried anything. Elizabeth curled up on the couch and looked out the big living room window. 

She lazily traced the couch. This was her life for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t tried to escape. First, she didn’t know where she was. Second, she was pretty sure she’d be caught. She counted on her fingers her time there. Four days. She’d been there for four very long days. But that felt like an eternity. 

She tapped one finger on the couch. Try to escape? Which way would she go? Run a straight line, don’t stop until she gets to a town. That wasn’t smart. She was in Texas. The next town could be so far away it’d take her days to get there. And it was hot. If she didn’t have any water she’d die of thirst if nothing else. 

She tapped her middle finger on the couch. Death? If she tried to escape, they catch her. And then what? There was no telling. Hoyt would probably get his chance to rape her. Would they torture her for trying to leave? Set it up so that she’d be chained till Thomas finally put a baby in her? 

At the very least, right now, she had some freedom. 

She tapped her ring finger on the couch. Life had thrown her a lot of lemons. And she’d found a way to work through every obstacle thrown her way. If Jason was alive and they hadn’t killed him to get to her, maybe he was out there somewhere. Maybe tomorrow she’d be rescued. Her spirit started to return as resolve filled her core. She was a survivor. Always had been. If rescue didn’t come then she’d have to bide her time. She needed to wait for the right moment. Thomas’ goal was to put a baby in her. And that gave her a lot of time to figure something out, barring any accidents. Which was possible, but she’d deal with that if it came up. 

She ran her four fingers along the couch side, heart fluttering. Thomas would soon get bored with her, especially if she kept doing the thing of lying there like a limp fish. This morning he seemed frustrated. Was it because of that? If he got bored with her would she be given to Hoyt for a while and then killed? At least Thomas tried to get her wet. He enjoyed touching her pussy. She couldn’t imagine Hoyt caring. Maybe a little so he didn’t hurt himself too badly. But she could imagine him being cruel. Wanting her to bleed and cry in pain. 

Maybe, she could show Thomas to be more gentle with her. Show him what she liked and didn’t like to make her having sex with him much more bearable. 

A presence in the room interrupted her thoughts. She turned and spotted Thomas in the doorway. She gave him a little smile. “Hi,” she said softly. Her voice had that pleasant kindness to it that it did the first night when she apologized to Thomas for looking away from him. He still wore that ugly weird looking mask. She couldn’t touch it. It always gave her the chills. 

He was wearing a dirty, stained butcher’s apron over his button shirt and black pants. Well, now was as good of a time as any. Mustering all of her strength, she got off the couch and strolled over to him. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Would he believe this change of mood? Tentatively, she reached her right hand out for his hairy arm and ran her fingers along it. Finally, she looked up. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I upset you this morning, I think. I haven’t been myself. I’ve been really scared. I’ve been trying to figure things out.” She gulped, running her hand along his broad chest. “I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking, is all. Can I make things better?” 

He bent down, crashing his mouth almost a little too hard into hers. She couldn’t help but tense, feeling the strange texture of the mask on her face. But then she relaxed, letting her hands rub his chest. He closed his eyes, groaning. Then he grabbed her arm, squeezing tightly as he pulled her towards the basement. 

Her heartbeat picked up again, but she followed. She hated basements. He practically dragged her down the stairs. He was in such a rush. She tried to resist. She didn’t want to have sex in the basement.  

“Thomas?” Elizabeth did her best to hide her horror and fear. The basement was dark, dank, dreary and filled with stuff she didn’t want to know. There was blood seemingly everywhere. And then, turning the corner, she saw him. 

Jason, the man who she had been traveling with, was hanging from two large hooks that were up on the ceiling. His left leg was gone and there was a bandage around his stump. 

She placed her hand over her mouth and bit back her screams. A horrible truth seemed to open up to her. The meat that the family had been eating was human meat. She wanted to run away, cry and puke. 

Thomas held onto her elbow roughly and pulled her closer.

Jason opened his eyes, spotting Thomas first, he jerked back as if he were trying to escape. He let out a cry of pain at his movements. Then his eyes met Elizabeth. 

For a moment, the two seemed to communicate just by looks alone. He was partly relieved that she was alive, while at the same time he was horrified that they were in this situation. There had only been two hopeful scenarios in her head. Either, everyone had lied to her and Jason had died in the car accident or they killed him after. Or, Jason was alive and hopefully out there looking for her, or at least getting the authorities to look for her. She never imagined that he’d been hanging on hooks in the basement. 

He was still handsome, despite missing a leg and covered in grime and dried blood.

Thomas’ hand slipped down into her pants, making her panic. “No, Thomas, please,” she begged as she tried to stop him. He wrapped his other arm around her, clutching one breast tightly, holding her to his chest. There was no way could escape his assault.

“Leave her alone you piece of shit!” Jason shouted. He cried out in pain as his emotions caused him to involuntarily move.

“Thomas, please, stop,” she begged as her breathing deepened. Despite how he was making it seem, he wasn’t being rough with his fingers. He was easing around her, teasing her. Sometimes he’d brush over her clit, causing her to jump involuntarily. “No,” she whispered, not looking at Jason. Thankfully, he seemed to listen as he pulled his hand out of her pants. Then she felt him push her down. He’d removed his apron, his eyes never leaving Jason’s face. “Thomas, please, no,” she begged again. Her face, too close to his crotch. “Not in front of him.”

Thomas looked down, petting her hair. Did he see the tears in her eyes? The terror? It didn’t matter as he pushed her head closer to his crotch. Why did he want to humiliate her like this? She knew she was crying as she undid his belt, dropped his pants and underwear. 

Jason yelled something then cried out in pain. The meat hooks he was on creaked as they swayed. She didn’t know what he said. Her ears were ringing as she stared at Thomas’ cock. His manly musk invaded her senses. He wasn’t exactly super clean, but he wasn’t super dirty either. His hand patted her head, but she could feel his fingers start to dig a little more painfully in her scalp. Spitting on her hands for some sort of lubricant, she started to slowly massage his cock, making sure to gently massage his balls as well. She’d read that men liked that. She’d never sucked dick before. Maybe, she could get away with a handjob. Maybe she could make him cum and that’s all she’ll have to deal with in front of Jason. That wouldn’t be so bad. Thomas moaned and slowly started to rock his hips. He pushed her face closer to his semi-erect dick, but she planted one hand on his hip, fighting him. 

She looked up and he looked down at her. She wasn’t going to escape it. She could see it in his eyes. She gulped then bent to swallow his cock. She kept one hand on his hip to try to control his bucking. She didn’t want him fucking her mouth the way he fucked her pussy. Thomas groaned, placing his hand behind her head. A sob in the distance came from Jason. “You fuck!”

Elizabeth did her best to figure out what to do. No teeth, use tongue, suck? She couldn’t help but gag as he went in too deep sometimes. But that seemed to turn him on more. Her jaw hurt, he was big and she was stressed at the situation. Making it harder for her to open her mouth. If the two were alone, maybe she’d have an easier time. To her surprise, Thomas seemed to realize why her hand was on his hip, as he slowed his bucking. He would eventually pick up and she told herself she’d swallow. She had to. She tried to relax.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop, confusing her. He pulled her to her feet and started to shuffle away, and then he pushed her in front of a metal table so that she was facing Jason. 

“Thomas?” she asked fearfully. His fingers went back into her pants as he grinded his hard cock over them. No. His hot breath blew in her ear. 

“I said, leave her alone, you ugly fuck,” Jason shouted again. 

She shot a panicked gaze toward Jason, shaking her head in an attempt to get him to stop. Thomas pulled his hand out of her pants, then quickly and swiftly pulled her shirt over her head. She tried to cover herself, but Thomas didn’t let her as he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her. She involuntarily felt his cock and tried to keep her hands away from him as he started to grind on her. He pulled her back so that her breast stuck out even more.

“I’m sorry,” Jason’s voice was just loud enough for Elizabeth to hear. 

“Thomas, no, please,” Elizabeth begged, but Thomas didn’t listen, slamming her onto the table just hard enough to jostle her. She tried to look back, tried to find a way to reason with him, but then she looked into his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her, as he roughly tried to take her pants off. He was glaring at Jason. “Thomas! Please.” Elizabeth wailed as she felt a breeze against her bare ass. She felt his hard cock slide up and down behind her. 

Her eyes met Jason’s. He was fighting so hard to stay in control. She could see the tears of frustration as he tried his best not to make things more painful for her. 

Elizabeth let out a shriek as he rammed into her. Her breasts moved sharply forward with each thrust he made. 

“Leave her alone!” Jason screamed, partly in pain, partly in anger. The metal hooks he was on moved again, making him cry out more. 

Elizabeth bit her lip to try to control her cries. She leaned down, to cover her breasts. And she wanted to be nice to this monster? She could already feel the familiar tension developing in her stomach. She hated the fact that his cock stimulated her pussy. Fuck, she didn’t want Jason to see her come while she was being raped.

A particularly painful jab caused her to cry out. And then another. She looked back at Thomas, but he still wasn’t watching her. He kept his hands firmly on her ass, not even trying to help give her pleasure. Why was he being so rough with her? Was her blowjob skills that bad?

She looked up at Jason who met her eyes then looked away. Thomas roughly jabbed her again, clearly intending to give her pain to make her cry out. She couldn’t help but yelp. Jason returned his gaze on them. As he did, Thomas grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She held onto the table to give her leverage, and then Thomas’ left arm moved forward to grab her breast as he increased speed.

To her horror, her brain came up with an answer to what was happening. It felt like Thomas was proving to Jason just how much of a man he was. That he owned her and not Jason. Each time Jason tried to look away Thomas made her scream so that Jason would watch. And now, Thomas was teasing Jason. Making him watch her facial expressions and her breasts bounce up and down. 

There was little doubt in her mind that Jason had a hard on. Wasn’t too difficult to see since he was only wearing underwear. 

Thomas picked up pace, nearing his end. As he did, he dug one of his hands between her legs, looking for her clit. The moment he found it, he rubbed. There was no stopping the orgasm as it washed over her, much to her shame and humiliation. Her body started to go limp as she had exerted all of her energy. Thomas wasn’t too far behind. He grunted and then thrusted in her one last time. She felt the warmness in her belly as he came. When he was done he let her collapse on the floor.

“You sick, fucking freak,” Jason yelled. 

“Don’t,” Elizabeth whispered, as she tried to catch her breath. 

Thomas started walking toward his victim. 

“You had to rape a woman to prove you’re a man? You fucking piece of shit freak. You’re nothing but a-” He let out a terrible shriek of pain.

Elizabeth sharply looked up, half expecting to see Jason’s stomach cut open. She brought her hands to her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Thomas had Jason’s cock in his hand, cleaver in the other. Casually, Thomas dropped Jason’s cock in front of him.

Jason convulsed then rolled his eyes in the back of his head as he fainted.

Elizabeth tore her eyes away from her dying companion and met Thomas’. He watched her. Eyes filled with something. She couldn’t keep the terror and horror out of her eyes. She needed to leave. She had to get out of there. She pulled up her pants and threw on her shirt and ran up the stairs to get away from the whole scene. 

“Woa, there, babydoll. Where do you think you’re going?” Hoyt asked as she ran into his arms.  

She automatically pushed him away. Her mind racing. She didn’t bother going to the front door. Even if it wasn’t locked, there was no way she’d get away from them. And if she tried she’d only get dragged back and probably killed. Instead, she ran to the only place she could think was safe. Thomas’ room. 

She threw open her door and slammed it shut. Finding her favorite dark corner, she put herself in there. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she cried. Cried for the situation, cried for Jason, cried for herself.

“Lizzy  dear, dinner!” Luda Mae called out. Elizabeth didn’t answer, waiting in her room. She half expected to hear Thomas or Hoyt storm up the stairs. Half expect her door to be kicked down and for her to be dragged downstairs to eat with them. But, no one came for her.

She never wanted to eat again. Human meat? She’d rather starve. Her heartbeat quickened as she imagined one of the family forcing her to eat. At this point, she wouldn’t put it past them. 

Hesitantly, she walked to the door and opened it. No one was in the hall. She moved quietly, reaching the stairs before she heard the voices. Lying down on her stomach, she strained to hear their words.

“What I’m telling ya boy,” Hoyt’s clearly excited voice said. “Give ‘er to me. I’ll whip that bitch up to shape.”

Thomas let out a cry of distress.

“Don’t you dare, Hoyt,”Luda Mae reprimanded. “That girl’s gonna have Thomas’ baby, not yours.”

There was a moment of silence. “What I’m saying is I can teach her without putting a baby in her. Have ya been doing what I told ya to, Tommy boy?” 

“Hoyt!” Luda Mae snapped. “Have you been telling Thomas how to have sex with her?”

There was some silence. Thomas let out a noise.

“God dammit, you son of a bitch!”

“Hey,” Hoyt exclaimed as another slap sound echoed through the house. 

“Thomas, honey. You gotta go easy on the girl. Your uncle likes far more aggressive and advanced whores. You have a true wife. Be gentle. I know you have that in you, baby,” Luda Mae said sweetly. “We don’t want her doing anything drastic.”

Elizabeth shivered. That would explain Thomas’ aggressiveness. Hoyt was responsible for the way Thomas raped her. She had a feeling that Hoyt didn’t want to teach Thomas anything. One horrible truth crossed her mind. Hoyt needed Thomas’ okay to rape her.

There was a loud smack, followed by Hoyt’s cry. 

“You were the one to put that silly idea in Thomas’ mind weren’t you? To have the two of them have sex in front of the meat?”

“I was just trying to help Thomas,” Hoyt said. She didn’t have to see him to know he was lying. “She needs to start accepting the truth. She needs to see the meat for what it is, and realize that Thomas is the best thing for her.”

Or, Elizabeth thought to herself. You wanted me terrified. You’re trying to break me so that Thomas won’t want me and you can have me before I’m killed. 

“Hoyt, that girl will come around. She’s got a kind soul like Thomas. But, if we keep pushing her, eventually we’ll break her. And we can’t have that. Thomas deserves to have a family. So, start being on your best behavior! Thomas, go upstairs with this and your food and eat with her. Try to comfort her.”

Quickly and quietly, Elizabeth got up and went back to her room. Her stomach flipped and flopped as she tried not to puke. She had a lot to think about. But first, she had to come to a decision. Did she want to live? She’d been through so much in such a short amount of time. She could try to kill herself. But if that failed she could imagine worse things being done to her to punish her. If she lived, there was no telling when or even if she’d ever get rescued. She wasn’t exactly close to her family. And although one of her aunts had expected her to visit, she never told her what way she was traveling or when she’d make it.

Elizabeth touched the wall, tracing the wallpaper with her fingers. No, she didn’t want to die. She needed to live. She needed to bide her time so that when the opportunity arose, she’d escape and bring down all the law enforcement possible to destroy the family. 

The door opened and Thomas clumsily walked in, doing his best to balance two plates of food and cups of juice in both hands.

As much as it pained her. As much as a good chunk of her hated him for humiliating her, after she wanted to start being nice. As much as she detested that he ate human meat. He was her ticket. He would keep her safe. He still liked her at least, and she needed to get him completely wrapped around her finger. But at the same time, she couldn’t let the family know she was plotting their demise. She needed to work slowly. Switching from unwilling victim to enthusiastic member of the family would be too suspicious.

Thomas set down their plates and cups then looked at her expectantly. His mask, it was a human mask. She’d known there was something off about it, but now she understood what.

He motioned for her to join him. His eyes held frustration. Slowly, Elizabeth removed herself from the corner and crawled over. She sat down in front of him. “Can you-” she paused, trying to not sound demanding. “I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t wear your mask around me,” she said softly. “I would rather see you as yourself. It’s easier to get used to.”

He hesitated, then removed his mask, setting it down beside him.

She looked up at his face, staring into his eyes. “Thank you,”she said, before picking up her plate of food. She carefully picked around her food, trying to avoid whatever looked like meat. 

Elizabeth just stared at the wall. Thomas was snoring beside her. Slowly, she sat up and looked at him. What would he have been like had his family not been such terrible people? He had it in him to be kind and gentle. But it was clear he was easily manipulated by them. Would he have at least been gentle with her? He probably still would have raped her. But, maybe if Hoyt hadn’t suggested whatever he had, maybe Thomas would have gone slow, gentle. 

After dinner, she had taken their dishes and walked downstairs into the kitchen to help clean. Hoyt managed to pinch her butt a handful of times, when she was alone in the kitchen, before disappearing for the night. It scared her. She wasn’t sure what that meant. Hoyt had tried to intimidate her before. But he’d never outwardly touched her. 

Was she on thin ice? Thinking back, she realized that Thomas always stayed by her side while his uncle was around. But not tonight. Thomas was clearly frustrated about something. Did he not understand what he did hurt her? Humiliated her?

Life had thrown many obstacles at her already. This was just one of them. Granted a very big one, one that subjected her to mental and body humiliation and sexual torture. But still. She was strong. 

There was little doubt that her passiveness and crying was starting to get to him. She needed to gain his love back. She needed him to be her protector to keep her sane. She gulped, knowing the implications of her convictions. Brains were a funny thing. It was entirely possible that she could fall for Thomas. But it was a risk she was willing to take. She only saw two possible outcomes if she followed this path. Either, she’d convince Thomas to protect and care for her until she finds the right moment to escape, or her brain would become convinced that she belonged with the family and she’d be content. Either way, she would live. Although, she preferred the option to escape versus becoming one of them. 

Jason, the one person she had hoped was out there trying to get help, was as good as dead now. He could do nothing for her. She looked at Thomas again. He was still snoring, sound asleep. She had made sure to be a little more active when they had sex, despite her still feeling absolutely humiliated. And, he actually seemed a little bit happier. 

Slipping on her nightshirt, she quietly walked out of the room. She didn’t want anyone to see her. The house was dark, but she’d been awake enough to adjust to the darkness. With great care, she made her way to the basement door. Quietly, she unlocked the door. She paused, waited, and listened, but the house remained still. 

Opening the door, she walked down into the basement. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she tried her best not to look around. Jason still hung on two meat hooks. His cock was still on the ground, and there was blood on his crotch. 

She gulped and grabbed a butcher knife from the table. The noise of her picking it up woke Jason. 

“What?” he rasped. His eyes fell on her. “I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head.

She nodded. “I’m sorry, too,” she replied. 

His eyes fell on the knife in her hand. She could see his breathing pick up. 

“I can’t,” she paused. “I can’t escape.”

His eyes widened as they filled with knowledge. 

“I don’t know when he’s going to kill you. If he’s going to make you suffer more. He doesn’t see you. He sees the people who have bullied him in the past.”

“And you?” Jason asked.

Elizabeth shrugged. “I fucked up. I was kind. Apparently, being kind means I’m in love with him or something. I don’t know. I think they’ll keep me around till I have a baby.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, shaking his head. 

“You didn’t do anything. We were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But, I don’t have much time.” She paused, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. “I don’t want to see you suffer. I’ll do this for you.” She waited, as he thought.

Then he nodded his head. “If you make it out, bring the fucking army down on this place.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she nodded. Then, without waiting to lose her nerve, she stabbed him. He let out a slight cry, but then his head collapsed onto his chest. She took a step back, her whole body shaking. Setting the knife back where she found it, she went back upstairs. Opening her bedroom door, she paused as she looked at Thomas. Maybe she should have taken her own life down there with Jason. Stuff Jason’s cock up her pussy just to fuck with the whole family. Or, maybe she should have brought the knife with her. Try to stab them all in their sleep.

It was too late. She slipped back into bed. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her hands. There was no blood on them. At least, nothing that anyone could see. But she could see the blood. She’d sealed her fate, whatever it was. 

Chapter 5 - Hoyt

[sleepynegress]

Is Barbarian good? Could u give a quick summary?Also could I watch it with my mom?

Okay, so I'm putting a cut for courtesy, but SPOILERS... Since you asked for a summary. I wouldn't watch with mom. I wouldn't call it good because of the personal character choice logic issues... ...but IT IS tense and has some decent jumpscares and horrifying/gross setpeices which is why I would advise you not to spoil yourself here, if you plan on finding that bootleg or catching a matinee to watch, if you're a spooky fan.

Soooo, it's a slow-burn horror that gets abruptly weird after a turn. Female protag goes to an Air Bnb, somebody else has already rented the place... Somebody else is played by the creepy Skarsgard brother. He's somewhat odd, and you think he's the bad thing going on when he invites her to stay... He's not. But there is banter where they have chemistry and you keep thinking he could be playing her and he's the threat. She goes to a job intverview the next day, when she comes home... a random hooded creepy guy comes running at her from the neighborhood and she closes the door and locks it just in time and calls the police. Police is busy (lol) they have no car to send out (this is Detroit). Female protag ends up locked n the basement by accident, bcse of laundry (lol) and goes snooping. Finds a crazy black tunnel. Literally says "nope" and decides not to go looking...yet.

Ends up looking anyway (homegirl should have closed that door too and pretended she never saw it and got the fuck out). She finds several empty rooms with a stained mattress and other things... it's a BIG tunnel. She's beyond creeped out, she is terrified and nopes out. She tells creepy Skarsgard to warn him what she saw... and OF COURSE he doesn't believe her but goes to look himself...and tells her (lol) to wait for him. She hears him get got and (lol) goes looking for him in the tunnel. Eventually he jump-scare crawls to her rambling about something else being down there and shes like "I told u let's get the fuck out!" but he's like...not that way, that's where I saw it.

They argue. GIANT DEFORMED NEKKID WOMAN GRABS HIS FACE and smashes into the rock wall of the tunnel until he's dead. It's abrupt brutal and vivid. Quickcut to Jason Long he's chatting with some Hollywood people about some show on the phone while driving. They fire him because a woman accused him of sexual assault. A few scenes est. that he's a narcissist who most def, assaulted this woman. He owns this bnb. He goes there for mundane reason, discovers the tunnel and is like {WTF?!} He is caught and taken by deformed giant nekkid woman and taken to a room w/ a vhs playing on loop. VHS is a breatfeeding instructional... GDL forces Justin Long to breastfed from her, which is half fucked up mothering and mostly assult, hello irony. (this is why you don't watch this w/ mom). Female protag is sneaking and trying to stay quiet and get JL and sees this. but she trips on some noisy ish... and runs. She gets to a basement window and manages to crawl out just in time... Guy who chased her earlier into the house, pulls her out and tells her the place is dangerous and provides some backstory along w/ a flashback that hints at more. Former owner was kidnapping random women, keeping them in that secret tunnel full of rooms, and impregnating them, and then impregnating the offspring creating the things living down there. Fast-forward. The house is sold, and turned into an AirBnB by JL and HE NEVER finds the secret tunnel. NOBODY WOULD HAVE except for snooping female protag finding and pulling the secret entrance rope. The man who saved her, is unhoused, but explains that the nekkid deformed woman will come to get her at night, so she should GTFO. But... she wants to save JL. She calls the police, but now she looks like a drug addict because her clothing is bedraggled, so when they show up, they think they are managing an addict having an episode... But at one point they threaten to arrest her and I'm like BITCH!! LET. THEM!!!

But naw, eventually they pull off and "dunh-dunh!" its almost dark. MIND YOU. THIS WHOLE TIME SHE HAS A WORKING CAR!!!!

She hops in said car and hesitates because she wants to be the personal Jane Hero to this JL guy she just met... JL is in the meantime in another room, post breatfeed, in the tunnels. He finds another man down there and you can tell he's been through something. He can't talk and eventually he finds a gun and uses it to unalive himself. JL is freaked out. Female protag sits in her car...instead of just driving off (lol) Nekkid lady jumpscares out the house. Female protag OF COURSE!! (lol) wrecks her car running over this woman and also into the airbnb house (??? WHY!!!). JL and protag are again rescued by unhoused man. He shelters them both in his makeshift space. Tells them the people in that house have never gotten into his place in 15 years... Nekkid Lady then jumpscares and kills unhoused man (the only death I felt bad about, but also lol). JL and female protag run... And at one point JL accidentally shoots female protag and decides to use her as a distraction (aka LEAVE HER BEHIND) while he gets away. He does this but female protage catches up and he's all apologetic and saying he's not a bad person. Giant nekkid deformed lady jumps out ONE MO TIME and grabs JL. Grossly, vividly, eyegouges him to death and turns to female protag with a gente manner... and has decided she is her new baby. The protag sees the gun JL had laying next to her and pushes it under the nekkid lady's cheekbone... She pities her and says "I can't go back down there." and when the nekkid lady tries to lift her up and take her anyway... she shoots, smashcut to black, end of the movie. CRAZY.

I can tell people would indeed be interacting, screaming, doing all kinds of craziness watching this in a theatre. But at home... while it inspires dialogue (mostly BITCH WHAT IS YOU DOING?!), I'm also seeing the plotholes and protag logic issues. Which if they'd made protag a bit more logical??? Would have made this movie scarier for me. Still... CRAZY.