#Jason: …. hold on no I didn’t mean that B do NOT fall asleep on me right now

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[marauderundercover]

The Strings that Bind Us: Ch. 4

AO3

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When Bruce asked Marinette to stay the night at the manor for a couple days while he went out of town for work, she was a little nervous. Sure, they’d been dating for almost four months, and yes she’d met Jason and Dick before, but this was the first time she’d be spending time with just Jason. Without Bruce there to mediate. But so far, it’d been fine. They’d gotten closer over the past two months, and Jason was actually a sweet kid. Standing in front of Gotham Academy, Marinette frowns at the sky, willing the rain to stay away. The bell rings and she shifts, nodding at the kids who waved at her, probably recognizing her from the cafe. She shifts to the balls of her feet, trying to see if she can spot Jason in the crowd of kids. Spotting him, she waves excitedly, grinning widely. 

“You’re so embarrassing.” He says, walking up to her and shaking his head. But the grin on his face definitely contradicts that. 

“I’m just excited to get ice cream.” She teases, nudging him gently. Even though he was only twelve (and much shorter than Dick and Bruce), they were close to the same height. Damn her Maman’s shortness. As they walk to the ice cream stand near her favorite park, Marinette listens to Jason explaining his day, frowning as she realizes: he’s being bullied. 

“But it doesn’t really matter.” He adds after telling her about the boys picking on him. Her eyes narrow. 

“Bruce didn’t tell you that, right?” She asks. He shakes his head. “Good, I thought I was going to have to add him to my list.” 

“What list?” Jason asks, frowning. 

“The list of people whose asses I have to kick.” She says, smirking at Jason’s surprised laugh. 

“Mari, you can’t- you can’t just beat up my bullies.” He says, laughing. 

“And why not? I’m short. I’ll say I go to public school. What’re they going to do, call my parents?” She snarks, working hard to keep a straight face. As Jason continues laughing, though, she finds it impossible to keep a straight face and instead joins him. “Seriously though, sweetheart, if these kids are bothering you, I can go up to the school. No one should be treated like that, and if you’ll let me, I’d love to give the principal a piece of my mind for letting it happen.” She adds. Jason sighs. 

“They won’t listen to you. Those kids’ parents have money and shit. I’m nothing to them.” He grumbles and she stops, turning him to look at her. How could this sweet little boy, someone who meant the world to her, say that he’s nothing. 

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me. You are not nothing. The amount of money a person has doesn’t mean a damn thing. How you treat others, what you choose to do, who you are as a person, that is what matters. That’s what makes you so much better, so much more than those little pricks at your school.” Marinette rambles, looking right into his eyes, desperately hoping he believes her. He’s silent for a minute, before he lunges forward and wraps his arms around her. Marinette sighs, wrapping the boy up in a big hug, kissing the top of his head. They stand there for a few moments before Jason pulls back, quickly wiping at his eyes. 

“Yeah, uh, if you really wanna go up there I guess you can.” He says, clearing his throat. Marinette smiles, ruffling his hair. 

“As long as it’s okay with you. Wouldn’t wanna embarrass you.” She says and he snorts. 

“I don’t think anyone could be more embarrassing than when B signed me up for school and he was acting like Brucie.” He says and she sighs. She’d heard all about ‘Brucie’ and though he’d never acted like that around her, he definitely still acted like that in public. But without the excessive flirting with models. Finally arriving at the small ice cream cart, Marinette and Jason each get a cone before starting their walk around the park. It’d become something of a tradition when she picked him up from school. She couldn’t always do it, because of the cafe, but that just made it that much more special. They’re halfway down their favorite path when her luck runs out and the rain that had been holding off for a day and a half comes down with a fury. It wasn’t warm rain either. No, the rain was ice cold and chilled her to the bone almost immediately. Gasping, she grabs Jason’s hand and tugs him under a pavilion to try and get some shelter from the rain.

“God, I’m so sorry Jay. I didn’t realize- it looked like it was gonna rain for days.” She says mournfully, teeth chattering as she digs her phone out of her purse, praying that it’s not soaked too. Alfred would definitely come pick them up if she asked. 

“It’s fine M, it’s just rain, it’s not like it’s gonna kill us.” 

---

Bruce walks into the manor, frowning when he doesn’t see Marinette. He’d expected her to still be around, even though Jason was definitely at school. He sighs, guessing that she’d had to leave to deal with something at the cafe. He shuts the door, and is about to go to his study when Alfred appears. 

“Ah, Master Bruce. Your turn.” He says simply and Bruce frowns. 

“Sorry, what?” He asks. 

“Miss Marinette, sir. I’ve tried to help her, but she is extremely stubborn. Thus, your turn.” Alfred says before walking away. Bruce frowns. What happened while he was gone? 

---

“M’fine.” Jason mumbles, swatting her hand away as she tries to feel his head. 

“C’mon Jay, just lemme check. If you have a fever you need more medicine.” She says, sighing in relief when he stops struggling and lets her feel his head. She hums, sitting back in the chair by his bed. “Do you need soup? Or maybe some cocoa?” She asks. 

“No. Just sleep.” He mumbles. Marinette nods in understanding, singing to him quietly despite the tickle in her throat. The poor kid was sick, and she blamed herself for letting them get caught up in the rain yesterday. Just as he falls asleep and she feels her own eyes droop, the door swings open. 

“Mari?” A voice says and she groans, waving whoever it is away. 

“Shhhh. He’s sleeping. Gimme a minute.” She mumbles, glancing at Jason once more before standing and moving outside the room, shutting the door slightly to not wake him up. 

“What happened? Why isn’t he in school?” Bruce asks, his face scrunched in concern. She frowns, knowing he’s probably going to hate her for letting his youngest son get sick. 

“We went for ice cream yesterday and then to the park, but it started raining and we got soaked and now he’s sick and I’m so sorry, but I’ve been giving him medicine and making sure he’s eating and drinking water so he’ll be okay but he definitely couldn’t go to school today.” She rambles. Bruce frowns and reaches forward, putting a gentle hand on her forehead. 

“Mari, love, are you sick too?” He asks worriedly. She scoffs. 

“No, of course not.” She says. 

“Yes she is.” Alfred says as he walks by, continuing down the hall as if he didn’t say anything. Marinette frowns, glaring after the man. 

“Traitor.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Love, maybe you should take some medicine and go to bed.” Bruce suggests, but she shakes her head. 

“No, Jason needs me. He’s sick.” Marinette argues. Bruce frowns. 

“Have you at least taken some medicine?” He asks, and she pouts. 

“It makes me sleepy. I was afraid I’d fall asleep and not know if Jason needed something.” She says, and he sighs. 

“Mari, my love, you aren’t going to get better if you don’t take medicine.” Bruce says, gently wrapping his arms around her. She sighs and leans into his embrace, feeling safe and complete in his arms. Until she hears Jason start having a coughing fit. She immediately pulls away from Bruce and rushes back into the room, grabbing the glass of water off of his night table and holding it, waiting for him to stop coughing before she passes it to him. 

“Careful kiddo.” She says, setting the glass back down on the night table. She sits on the edge of his bed and gently pushes his hair out of his face. He sighs, his eyes shutting again almost immediately. 

“Thanks Mom.” He mumbles sleepily, and soon his soft breathing is the only sound in the room. Marinette is frozen. Mom. Mom. He’d called her mom. Was it just because he’s sick and exhausted? Or did he actually look at her as a mother figure? Was he going to be embarrassed about it when he wakes up or will he accept it? Would Bruce be okay with it? Or would he be angry at her for it? Would he-

“Marinette, honey, are you okay?” Bruce asks softly, she kisses Jason’s head before standing and burrowing herself into Bruce’s chest. Realistically, there was no reason for him to be mad at her about this. Or Jason. It was just hard to combat her thoughts sometimes. Letting out a shaky breath, she looks up at Bruce with a soft smile. 

“I’m fine. I think I’ll take that medicine now.” She says, letting out a happy sigh as Bruce holds her hand and leads her out of the room. 

“Besides the rain, how was your week?” He asks once they’re back in the hallway. She opens her mouth to ramble about how fun it was, until she remembers Jason’s scowl as he talked about the group of boys at school. The way he clung to her when she promised to do something about it. 

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d be against talking to the Principal at Jason’s school. If I could, I’d like to go with. Some boys are picking on him and I promised him I would try to do something about it.” She explains, nearly missing the loving smile Bruce gives her. 

“I’ll set up a meeting for Monday afternoon, how does that sound?” He asks and she nods. 

“That should work.” She says, tilting her head in thought. “If it doesn’t work, I’m going to kick his ass.” She adds. 

“Okay, love, let’s get you that medicine and get you into bed.” Bruce says with a chuckle. Mari smiles and nods, knowing he thinks she’s kidding. She’s not. No one messes with her kid and gets away with it.

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[redhoodieone]

Fucking Perfect

A/N: Hey, y’all!!! Here’s another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!

It wasn’t that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a “thank you” from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldn’t help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielle’s home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.

But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldn’t be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gotham’s villains. Even Bruce couldn’t help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.

It was one hilarious but memorable sight.

But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.

He wondered what his life would be like not being everyone’s hero.

No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where he’ll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.

Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.

Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...

He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.

Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbara’s five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.

Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jason’s ass about when he’s finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that they’ll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.

Jason couldn’t believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.

With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isn’t much considering they have their own lives.

And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.

Before Jason’s thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.

He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.

We’ve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, she’ll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time I’m asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.

The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it weren’t for Bruce, Jason wouldn’t have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.

Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that it’s unlocked. Mostly because he’s OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.

The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But he’s not like that anymore. Oh, no he’s not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.

Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.

He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...

Fuck it. I’m going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.

Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!

Danielle gasps in surprise. “Jason! What-what are you doing home so early?!” she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.

The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. He’s shaking badly, and he’s sputtering like an idiot.

“Oh, oh God! This is Jason? You’re with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! I’m gonna fucking die!” the man cries out.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer that’s built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. She’s actually...crying?

“This is Paul-”

“Don’t fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!”

Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paul’s head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.

Paul covers his eyes and cries. “Of fuck...please don’t kill me. Oh God, please don’t...”

Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He won’t admit he’s crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.

“So, what the fuck, Dani? You’re seriously sleeping with someone else?” Jason asks, rhetorically of course. “In our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!”

“Jason, please. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way,” Dani says.

“But you wanted me to find out?” Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. “You wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything we’ve fucking been through!”

“Because you weren’t here! You weren’t here tonight!” Dani yells.

“What the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASN’T HERE TONIGHT?!”

Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. “Maybe I should leave...” he mumbles.

“How about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!” Jason spits out. He grabs Paul’s throat and drags him across the bedroom.

“DON’T HURT HIM! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM, JASON!” Dani cries out.

Jason was seeing red. He couldn’t see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.

“STOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!” Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.

When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paul’s face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesn’t care. At all.

Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Paul. You’re not going to open your fucking mouth. You’re not going to tell anyone about my home. You’re not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? You’re going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And you’re going to walk out of here naked. You’re not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, you’re just going leave. NOW.”

“B-but what about my-my clothes?” Paul stutters.

Jason quickly collects all of Paul’s clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. “You don’t need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that you’ll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,” Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. “Why couldn’t she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!”

As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasn’t felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jason’s only left with a sense of sadness and he doesn’t even know what to do about it.

The silence is killing them. He’s no fool. He can see she’s trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because she’s looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.

But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/N’s puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/N’s Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.

But Dani’s eyes don’t. There’s no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/N’s.

“I’m...I’m so sorry, Jay,” Dani begins.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Jason interrupts angrily. He doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing. He knows he can’t forgive her. He won’t forgive her.

Dani scoffs. “You can’t seriously be pissed off at me. You’ve fucking cheated before. You’ve slept around like Bruce does. You can’t fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!”

“You’re forgetting that I used to do that!” Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everything’s going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. “I haven’t done any of that shit since we’ve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.”

“Cry me a fucking river, Jason,” Dani spits out.

“Nope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.”

Dani doesn’t put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason she’ll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.

“The thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.”

The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.

He needs Y/N.

Jason needs his best friend.

Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.

“Hello?”

Jason pauses, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake. Maybe she won’t come. He hasn’t been a particularly good friend to her lately. “Y/N, I need you. I...need you, please...”

“I’m on my way.”

Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldn’t help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.

Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. He’s never lived with a girlfriend before either.

He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.

“Jason?” Y/N calls out.

Jason whips around fast and grins. He’s buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. “Y/N!”

Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.

“You’re soaked...and cold,”

“It’s raining outside like it always does,” Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. “Let me take off my coat and get warmed up.”

Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. She’s wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt he’s positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.

Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because she’s always there for him.

She’s always been here for me, hasn’t she? Why haven’t I seen it before? He thinks to himself.

Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“That...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,” Jason admits sheepishly.

Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. “It doesn’t have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,” she says.

“Only with you, sweetheart.”

Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jason’s already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.

Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. “No more tonight...please.”

He can’t help but nod his head. She’s right, he’s had enough to drink. He can’t numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. That’s why when Jason starts crying, he doesn’t feel embarrassment or anything. Y/N’s seen him at his best and worst; and she’s still here no matter what.

The movie is playing, but they’re not watching it. Jason can’t even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.

She doesn’t ask why he’s crying. Jason knows Y/N’s caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. That’s why he doesn’t move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.

Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.

“It’s okay, Jay. What you’re feeling right now, it’s not forever. You won’t feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,” Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. “I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever.”

Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what he’s just realized.

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Jason whispers.

Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jason’s chest. “It took you long enough to see it,” she answers.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, nodding his head in agreement.

“No, no you just made a mistake and now you’re going to give me what we both deserve,” Y/N says softly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason can’t say no and deny her that.

He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvis’ touch appropriately.

“I would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because it’s seriously fucked up, doll,” Jason says in between his kisses. “Another man’s cum is stained all over my blankets...in case that’s not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.”

Y/N caresses Jason’s cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and she’s not going anywhere. And that’s all his heart needs to move forward.

When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. She’s braless. Jason’s sharp intake of breath is evident when he can’t take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.

His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/N’s naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.

Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jason’s underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.

“I promise I’ll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...” Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. “I need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.”

Y/N nods and looks deep into Jason’s eyes. “Feel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.”

Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/N’s pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.

“Fuck...Jay move, please,” Y/N moans.

He’s more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.

Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/N’s g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.

“Oh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?” Jason moans out.

Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jason’s waist. “Y-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!” Y/N cries out.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!” he’s panting, he’s giving her everything she wants.

Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/N’s body. He’s already on the verge of cumming, but he can’t help it. Y/N’s moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows this’ll be over any second, but he promised her he’ll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.

He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. He’s so close. He’s so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.

“Cum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,” Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.

Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and she’s sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jason’s face contorted in amazement at her.

More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.

“Cum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I can’t wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,” Y/N says seductively.

Jason’s face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.

He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesn’t fall off the couch.

Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.

Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.

Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/N’s in his arms, and she’s carrying their child in her womb.

That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesn’t seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.

“Are you okay now?” Y/N asks softly.

Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesn’t quite know what to say but figures he should try.

“With you in my arms, I’m fucking perfect, princess.”

[bluegarners]

“I have your loved one” with Dick and Jason?

heyyy, it's finally here haha! i'm slowly getting to each request lol

here it is on ao3

I Have Your Loved One

It’s Thursday.

Time: 23:47, or 11:47 p.m.

Bludhaven has hit a rough patch in its weather, a vicious storm battering against thin windows and overflowing gutters and drains. It’s one of those storms that brings in the water but no lightning, dark clouds blanketing the entire sky, remorseless and relentless in its pursuit of smothering any light from escaping. The clouds don’t muffle anything though, perhaps amplifying instead the downpour that floods through Bludhaven’s streets and alleyways. Its citizens like to think this is a New Jersey hurricane, freshly mutated and traveled from the east coast into their humble, mildew covered city.

Dick likes the rain. Likes the way it pounds against his apartment, screaming to be let in but just barely warded off by seven inches of concrete and steel. The blinds are closed against the windows, and he has towels pushed up against the sills just in case the sealing lets up. Even if they were open, Dick is sure all he would see is another wall of gray and black, dozens of delicate raindrops splattered against his windows.

Because of the storm currently wreaking havoc in his city, Dick has elected to stay indoors for the time being. Eventually, the rain will let up, its pattern being close to about 05:00, and then he’ll suit up and do a quick patrol before work. For now, he’s content with sitting on his couch and listening to the water smack against the old building and run rivers down the sides. He’d like to sleep through it, a free white noise service at the ready, but his mind simply refuses to allow him to rest just yet. In a few hours, he’s sure he’ll come to hate himself for not taking NyQuil or some other drug to help him fall asleep, but for now… Well, it’s nice. The rain is nice. It’s also very loud.

He misses the first call.

His phone is face down on the kitchen table, about eight feet away from where he lays on the couch, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling. It vibrates, buzzing for thirty seconds, before falling silent.

He misses the second call too.

Thunder rumbles through the black sky, its force shaking the windows and only encouraging the downpour. His phone buzzes again during it, quieting after another thirty seconds.

Dick hears the third call. Hears the tail-end of the buzzing, getting up from his position on the couch and padding over to pick up his phone only to miss the last few seconds. He unlocks his phone, checking the number, and feels something cold settle into his gut when he sees no caller ID. It’s the same person though, all three times, but no voicemail.

He’s about to call the number back, just in case it’s someone he knows and they’re ringing from a payphone or something else, when the no caller ID flashes across his screen for the fourth time.

Dick answers on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Is this Richard Grayson?”

“Yes, that’s me. Who is this?”

The voice is feminine, a slight, western accent, longer o’s and a faint drawl. Somewhere from Arizona most likely. Lower register too. Older woman, mid-to-late fifties. Smoker.

“That’s good. I was starting to think I had the wrong number, Richard.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t have my phone on me. You didn’t say earlier, but who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter too much right now. What does matter, though, is this.”

She pauses. There’s shuffling he can hear on the other side. A faint, second voice in the background. No, three voices. At least two others in the room with the woman. He can hear the sounds of an air condition unit rattling.

“I think you might’ve cut off there. What were—”

“I have your loved one, Richard.”

Lightning cracks through Bludhaven.

His stomach falls onto the floor, pooling around his ankles. The storm outside grinds to a halt, the quiet louder than any thunder it’s ever managed to produce, and there’s a high pitched ringing reverberating inside his skull. Dick thinks he might be sick.

“What?” he chokes, the air in the room suffocating and weighing down his lungs. “What did you say?”

“I have your loved one,” the woman repeats, calm and slow. “Your brother, actually. Then again, he tells me you aren’t related by name nor blood, so we’ll settle for a loved one.”

“What do you want?” Dick demands, already scrambling to get to his computer, find where they’ve taken Jason. Find his brother.

“He did say you weren’t one for small talk,” the woman carries on, unhurried and unconcerned. “Your brother isn’t either, hardly said a word all this time.”

“Can I speak to him?”

There’s a small huff on the other end of the call, exhalation and a sigh leaving the woman’s mouth. A cigarette. She’s smoking during this conversation, blowing the smoke into the receiver.

“I don’t know,” she finally answers. There. Dick has his general location. Still in Gotham. He needs the tracker to be more precise though. It’s taking time though. Too much. “Your brother here was pretty convinced you wouldn’t answer after his daddy didn’t pick up. Cried pretty hard about it too.”

“What are you talking about?” Dick grounds out, fearing his phone will crack with how tightly he’s gripping it.

“Well, you weren’t our first choice to call, Richard. I’m sure you understand.”

Dick says nothing, focused on the computer screen in front of him. He should contact Barbara. This would be faster with her. Faster to find Jason.

“We called about seven times,” the woman continues, blowing another puff of smoke out into the phone. “Isn’t that right, boy? We called and called and called. His daddy didn’t pick up once, went straight to voicemail each time. A shame, really.”

There’s a sniffle on the other side of the call and Dick’s heart seizes when he realizes it’s probably Jason.

Batman was currently off-world, all communication with him being strictly between Justice League lines. Bruce Wayne was somewhere in the Bahamas, partying with Italian models and Spanish actresses.

Of course he wouldn’t pick up.

“Can I please talk to him?” Dick asks for the second time, fisting a hand into the couch cushions. “Please, I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

More smoke. “I’ll ask him.”

There’s a muffled thud, the phone most likely having been put down, and quiet voices filter through the line. He can’t hear much of what they’re saying, short bursts of comprehensible syllables before fading back to unintelligible noises. His computer dings with a response from Barbara. She’s going to use one of the J.L satellites to better pin-point Jason’s location. She’s also in communication with the police, reporting a child-abduction.

Keep them talking, she writes. Everything is going to be okay, Dick.

It feels like his heart is beating in his throat and his tongue has swollen to the size of a bowling ball. The storm outside is unrelenting. Lightning hasn’t struck again.

There’s more movement on the other side, clattering and scattered noises. The phone’s been picked up.

“Alright,” the woman says, raspy and uncaring. “The boy says he wants to talk to you, Richard.”

Dick holds his breath, waiting. There’s more noises, a transfer he thinks, and another sniffle interrupts it.

“Hello?” a shaky voice asks into the receiver. Dick feels like crying.

“Jason,” he breathes. “We’re going to get you out of there, alright? You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” his brother rattles, a sob latching onto the end. “I’m so sorry, Dick. I-I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” Dick shushes, feeling himself get choked up at the fear in the younger boy’s voice. “I know you didn’t, bud. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No, not really. I didn’t think you were gonna pick up,” he admits, voice cracking. “B-Bruce didn’t. He didn’t answer, Dick, and I-I thought you weren’t gonna either. I-I thought—”

“I’ll always answer, Jason, I promise. I’m coming for you, okay? I’m going to come get you and we’ll both go home together. Does that sound good, Jay? You’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” the thirteen year old relents. “You promise though, right? You’re not gonna leave me here?”

“No, Jay, of course not. I’m not going to leave you there, I’m coming to get you. Right now. I promise, okay? Jason, I would never abandon you. You’re my kid-brother and I love you. I’m not going to-”

“As touching as this is,” the woman interrupts, “I think that’s enough.”

“Put Jason back on the phone,” Dick snarls. “I swear, if you lay a hand on him, if you even touch him, I will end you.”

“Sure, honey,” the woman drawls, puffing into the receiver. “Here’s what’s going to happen, so I want you to listen to me.”

His computer dings. It’s Barbara. She’s got the location. It’s close. Not even twenty minutes away. Border between Bludhaven and Gotham. Motel next to the gas station connecting the freeways. Room 13.

He’s out the door and revving up his motorcycle before the woman has even taken a second drag from her cigarette. The rain is beating against him, gloomy street lights flickering through the shrouded dark of the storm. Thank god for Bludhaven sewers, only slightly better than Gotham’s. The water level is only a few millimetres high.

“Now, I don’t want to keep this kid anymore than you want him to stay here with me,” the woman drones. The streets are empty. Dick blows through every red light he comes across. The tires are new, the grip is fine. “So, I think we can make this simple.”

“What do you want?” Dick growls, transferring the call into his helmet. He prays she can’t hear the rain battering against it. “Just tell me what you want already and I’ll give it to you.”

“Don’t rush me,” the woman snaps, and it is then that Dick realizes that this is all probably by chance. This isn’t some criminal mastermind who plotted to find and kidnap the son of a billionaire. This isn’t a case of a rogue villain piecing together vague details and figuring out Batman and company’s identities. It’s simply someone desperate. Someone who saw the opening and took it. The poor planning is evident, practically spelled out in bold print that these people have no real idea what they’re doing.

“Sorry,” Dick bites out, veering through a short-cut that says, in neon orange, Danger. Construction Zone. “Please continue.”

The woman on the line is vindictive though, choosing to remain quiet as the sound of a lighter clicking open tinnies through the call. She takes her time lighting a new cigarette, taking a long, slow drag and holding it in for a few seconds. Dick jerks his bike to the right, narrowly avoiding a large pothole. A passing car blares its horn at him. Finally, the woman exhales. He can hear Jason cough in the background.

“What I want,” she starts, a new color of intrigue hitting the back of her throat. He’s barely ten minutes away now. Could probably half it if he took more backstreets and increased his speed. “Is for my son to be released from prison.”

“Who is your son?” Dick asks, cursing silently as his back tire skids, hydro-planing for a moment. Thunder crashes above him and the rain continues to pelt at his body. It feels like getting hit with a paint-ball gun.

“Landon Jennings. I want you to get him released. I know you have the access to lawyers, probably have debts owed to you from people in high places. I want him released tonight.”

Time: 00:14.

01:14 a.m standard time.

“I can do that,” Dick says, heart beating faster as he sees the sign for the motel, dim in the gray, “but I’ll need a few hours. I need to contact my lawyers. Where is your son stationed?”

An icon appears in the front of his digitized visor. It’s Barbara. She sees him closing in. Police are on route. Seven minutes out. He has the option to wait on them and keep the kidnappers on the line.

“Same place they all go,” the woman barks. “Use that head of yours and figure it out. I want my son out by tonight, or you’re not going to see your brother again. And,” she rushes, “I don’t want the police involved. If you call them, I’ll know, you understand? I don’t want to hurt the kid, but I’m not scared to. My husband is here with me too, so if you try and—”

Okay, so waiting isn’t an option. He’s going in.

“No police,” Dick interrupts. “I understand. Please, don’t hurt him.”

“If you just do what you’re told, then I won’t have to.”

“Thank you,” Dick whispers, gently getting off of his bike and leaving it on the side of the road. He can’t chance them seeing him pulling into the motel lot. “You said your son’s name was Landon? If you don’t mind me asking, what is he charged with?”

“Why do you need to know?”

Dick jogs towards the motel, careful to stay out of direct light. The general office looks closed. Most of the windows facing the lot are shielded by salmon colored curtains. There’s only one floor, thankfully. Dick sees door 13. He’s shaking. His fingers are numb.

“My lawyers said they need to know in order to file for a judge to repeal his sentence.”

“Is that so?” the woman asks, suspicion tailing her voice. She takes a drag from her cigarette, contemplating. Dick’s clothes are soaking wet and he cringes every time his shoes squelch against the concrete. He decides crawling is best, ducking under windows and avoiding peepholes. “Fine then. Landon got falsely accused of statutory rape and breaking and entering. Is that what your damn lawyers are looking for?”

“Yes,” Dick breathes. He’s at door 10. He can see a faint glow coming from behind the curtains of room 13. He’s so close. “Thank you.”

He taps on the side of his helmet, sending a series of numbers that he’s sure Barbara will understand.

23-26-8-37

E-N-T-R

He can’t wait any longer.

While crawling, Dick made sure to get a good look at the motel’s doors and hinges. They’re standard, and though both Gotham and Bludhaven tend to have better locks than most other cities, Dick recognizes the model of the door and the wood it’s made out of. They’re thin enough for him to ram through. The hinges on the sides are rusted over as well, and Dick thinks they might just be weak enough to break. The windows however. The windows are his best bet. He doubts this kind of motel invests in bullet proof glass, and on some of the sills, he can see water damage. They leak. Poorly made. Meaning, if he ran at them, he could break through pretty easily.

But, if that doesn’t work. Or if he’s not fast enough to get on his feet once in. Or if the window is directly in front of Jason and the glass breaks all over him. Or if—

Stop. He can’t think about the what-ifs right now. Dick knows he can do this. Knows how to do this. There isn’t any more time to wait. He promised he would get Jason out of there, and goddamnit, he’s going to keep his promise.

“You’re being really quiet,” the woman mutters. “What’s going—”

Dick takes a deep breath and tenses. The light behind the curtain flickers. He needs to move. Now. Now.

Lightning splits across the sky and Dick can’t tell if it’s the glass shattering or the thunder that makes the other-worldly crack but it doesn’t matter because Dick lands feet first and is tucking and rolling before the occupants have a chance to react.

“Oh my god!” someone screams, but Dick isn’t paying attention to them because his gaze zeroes in on his brother, tiny, thirteen year old Jason, who’s tied up on one of the beds and staring right at him.

He can’t linger long though because he hears the words, “Get the gun!”, and he’s up on his feet again, rushing the closest person. It turns out to be the husband, a balding man with a patchy neck-beard, and Dick bunches up his fist and swings, socking the man in the stomach. He doubles over, wheezing, and Dick can see the small pistol in the man’s right hand, and Dick strikes down on his shoulder, kneeing him simultaneously. The pistol drops and so does the man, groaning, and Dick turns to the woman, who is staring at him like an animal cornered.

“Don’t come any closer!” she yells, pocket knife trembling in her grip as she shoves it in Jason’s face. “I’ll stab him, I will!”

Dick holds up his hands, sidestepping the groaning man. “Put the knife down.”

“No!” the woman argues, a strand of black hair falling into her mouth. “Now I told you- stay there! Don’t fucking move or I’ll kill this kid, you hear! I’ll fucking slice his throat open!”

With how scared the woman is, and how precarious she holds the pocket knife, which Dick can see is dull even from where he’s standing, he knows it’s not an idle threat. Scared people will do anything to get out of the situation they’re in. Scared people are unpredictable and dangerous.

But so is Dick.

So is Jason.

“I’m not going to move,” Dick reassures, eyes flickering towards his brother, “so, please, drop the knife. We can talk this out.”

“Talk?” the woman shrills, jerking the knife closer to Jason’s jawline. “You just killed my husband!”

“I didn’t kill him,” Dick corrects. “He’s just unconscious. Come on now. It’s just you and me. Let’s talk this over. I can still get Landon out if you give me back my brother. It’s as easy as that, alright? Just put down the knife, and we’ll talk. Does that sound okay?”

The woman looks like she’s considering it, the hand holding the knife still trembling, when the first sirens enter the lot. Red and blue light flash through the broken window as rain seeps into the curtains.

“You rat!” she screams, furious and terrified and desperate all at once. “You fucking called the cops! You broke—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish before Jason snaps his head back, headbutting the woman directly in the nose. He falls to the side, getting out of range of the knife, and Dick takes his cue, leaping forwards and gripping the woman’s wrist and squeezing, weapon falling from her grasp. There’s blood spurting from her nose and Dick throws her to the floor, getting her on her stomach and hands behind her back. He sits on top of her, his weight overpowering any strength she has left, and in the next few seconds, police are banging on the door.

“This is the GCPD! Open up and put your weapons down!”

“You can come in!” Dick shouts, holding the squirming woman in place. “We’re unarmed!”

Things happen quickly after the door bangs open, several officers pouring in like the Bludhaven storm. As soon as an officer handcuffs the woman he’s on top of, Dick is rushing to Jason’s side, another officer cutting away his bindings. His younger brother turns to him, about to say something, but Dick cuts him off with a crushing hug, cradling the back of Jason’s head to rest against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Dick whispers, gathering his brother more fully into his arms. “I should’ve been there sooner. God, Jason, I’m so sorry.”

“I-I thought you weren’t going to come for me,” Jason confesses, hiccuping. “When Bruce didn’t pick up, I thought it was because he didn’t want me anymore. I-I told her that, I told her Bruce wasn’t coming but she wouldn’t listen and-and I—”

Dick wraps his arms more securely around the sobbing preteen in response, gently rocking back and forth as the mattress springs squealed under the pressure.

“I know I haven’t always been around,” he says, uncaring about the snot dribbling into his shirt, “and I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t rely on me to come and get you. You’re my brother, though, and I will always come running when you call. No matter what. I promise, Jay. Anywhere, anytime, I promise I’ll be there. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jason wheezes, the adrenaline from before slowly releasing its hold. “I trust you.”

Dick presses his face into his brother’s hair, relief washing over him as his heart slows. He’s never had a sibling before. Things were still tense with Bruce, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a big brother. There isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for this kid in his arms right now.

“What’re brothers for, right?” he mumbles.

The rain doesn’t stop and pours and pours and pours. Dick just holds Jason tighter.

The real storm was over.

Five months later

It’s Thursday.

Time: 11:47 a.m.

The stone is nice. White marble. Shiny. Expensive.

There are fresh flowers. Roses and yellow daisies. The dirt is still new too. Evidence of freshly upturned earth. Dick reaches down and pulls out a weed that’s sprung up at the corner of the stone. Tosses it away.

He doesn’t have flowers. He has a newspaper in his left hand. Reads: Mourning billionaire sets off on trip to Europe.

Jason died a month before he got back from across the universe.

Anywhere, he had said. Anytime. I promise I’ll be there.

He crumples the newspaper into a tight ball and shoves it into his pocket. Stares at the stone. The sun is out. There are no clouds in the sky. It’s nice.

It’s a nice day.

“Fuck,” Dick mutters, a familiar burn in the back of his eyes. “Fuck.”

Anywhere, anytime.

Dick Grayson is an only child once again.

[liquid-luck-00]

Siblings

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 3: Siblings

@biodad-bruce-month

First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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Mari had agreed to go to Gotham after Gina, Tom, and Sabine's funeral. And now I am sweating bullets, not for how she will react, oh no I am far more worried about how the boys will. Maybe having a civilian in the manor will curb some of their unsavory habits.

When I asked Mari and she agreed I could tell this was going to be eventful. She asked if she had any siblings.

"Biologically, legally, or emotionally?" I responded completely serious, "There is a difference."

She thought for a moment before saying "Legally because I already know I have a biological brother" she stated with a smile.

"How did you know that?" he asked her.

"DNA testing project for an ethnicity and ancestor report." Marinette said casually, "So how many siblings legally?" she pushed.

He sighed "Seven but it might as well be eleven with how often Barbara, Stephanie, Jon, and Roy are at the mansion."

"Can you tell me a bit about them. Maybe even the measurements!"

After he had given enough information to spur her creativity, Mari could only be described as a tempest of creative energy.

By the time we were to board the jet to Gotham there was a suitcase filled with only gifts, he had lost count after the sixth gift, but she still added some more. By the time they landed she had a rough idea of what she was getting herself into.

To his shock the boys hadn't tried to figure out where he was and that in itself was a blessing. The boys knew that she existed but were never interested in finding her and to quote Jason 'Save her from the insanity that surrounds this family.' Yet he was about to change that.

He had told Alfred that someone would be staying in the manor but to only leave a car at the airport and he would drive them in. Thank god at least one person listens to him.

The ride to the manor was silent conversation wise. But the constant scratching of a pencil as Mari designed inspired by Gotham's architecture filled the quiet.

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Before leaving Paris, Mari found out she has seven siblings, 1 biological and 6 adoptive and 4 practically siblings, she will have to figure that part out. Bruce told her all about them and got her their measurements and that includes the one of Bruce's butler/father figure and his fiancée Selina. So in one suitcase there were 13 individually wrapped gifts that even Bruce didn't know what they were. The Miracle box, disguised as a sewing caddy, was among her things, but the horse miraculous and Kaalki were in her purse along with Tikki.

Oh kwamii how am I going to keep this secret if I’m going to be in another country along with being in a house with more than a dozen other people.

Once touching down in Gotham she began sketching, one because she was nervous and two Gotham's architecture was gorgeous. She didn't even realize that they had arrived at the manor until the engine cut.

"Let's introduce you to everyone" Bruce stated with a sigh and a small smile. They left the bags in the car and walked up the steps. As they neared the door they heard it.

"Get back here Todd" one extremely angry voice sounded.

"Dick HELP ME" another voice yelled.

They opened the door and there was quite the scene. Who she believes is Damian is chasing, who she is mostly sure is Jason, with a... is that a katana? And who she is certain must be Dick is trying and failing to stop Damian. In fact he is now also being chased. She looks over and Bruce is sighing looking completely done and with someone next to him.

"Hello and welcome to Wayne Manor." the man states, Alfred if she had to guess.

"Hello Alfred I presume” Mari greets him.

“That would be correct Miss…” Alfred responds.

“Marinette. Um this normal?" Mari asks.

"Unfortunately” Bruce states in a resigned tone.

"Huh" is all she says as she formulates a plan. The boys haven't noticed them yet so that is a plus, but what to do. Then she got an idea so she sprang into action. She watched for any pattern in the chase and when she found one she hid. She was next to the stairs in the perfect position to pounce. By this time Bruce and Alfred were watching her curious to what she was planning. She never left her hiding spot, but when Damian paused to look for Dick and Jason near her she moved. She took the katana and replaced it with a bouquet of flowers and went back to standing between Bruce and Alfred still holding the blade.

"How did you?" Bruce questioned her but she just gave him a smirk and spoke loud enough to get not only Damian’s attention but Dick and Jason’s who were hiding behind the couch.

"I thought you didn't tell them I was coming and here is Damian with flowers. Or wait who is the lucky person?" This got everyone's attention in the manor, if it wasn’t already.

“What the?" Damian stared at the flowers in his hand, while Dick and Jason came out of hiding.

The three boys were looking between her, holding the katana Damian was previously chasing them with, and the flowers in Damians hand. Then they began to stare between her and Bruce before finally someone spoke, "Seriously Bruce another one" Jason, yup definitely Jason, was the first to respond.

"Nice to meet you too" Mari replied. When she looked at Bruce he was still in shock but was now sporting a smirk. "Jason right"

She was holding the katana in her left hand while pointing at Jason with her right hand, he was tall and his build was most like Bruce he had blue eyes and black hair but had a white streak in the front, he nodded acknowledging she was right.

She then continued "I'm going with Dick, right?" she moved on and the oldest, who again only nodded his head, he looked the most like Bruce with his black hair and blue eyes but he was leaner.

"And your Damian" she finished with those in the room, he had tanned skin and green eyes that were complemented by his black hair.

"Is that my katana?" Damian asked, his voice seemed to be a mixture of disbelief, anger, and dare she even say awe, and all eyes seemed to focus on the blade in her hand.

"Yes" She responds with a smile.

"Honestly Mari how did you do that?" Bruce asked her once again.

"You learn to take objects off of an Akuma if you get caught up in too many attacks." she shrugged. She moved towards Damian and handed back his sword. "I'm Marinette by the way."

"Seriously B your missing for two weeks with no notice and come back with your Daughter. Who I might add was able to take Demon spawns sword without him noticing. Why wouldn't you warn us you were coming back with her! Or I don’t know going to find her at all!” Another person walked out into the hallway. Honestly he seemed ready to fall asleep and was holding a huge cup of coffee, he then turned towards me. He also had blue eyes and black hair but it was the longest of the boys. "I'm Tim, nice to finally meet you" he stated with a smile before turning back to Bruce with a slight frown.

At Tim's appearance and statement Jason and Dick burst into confused screams and wild gestures in Dick’s case, while Damian stood there analyzing her before giving a nod of his head. Bruce looked done but it was Alfred who spoke. "Perhaps it would be best to discuss this over lunch along with everyone else?"

"That would be best. Thank you Alfred." Bruce responded. "In the meantime why don't we you get settled."

With that Bruce and her walked back to the car to get her bags. Jason and Dick followed them out, and helped to get her things. Alfred led the five to a room where she began to put things away, only Jason stayed to help her finish her task.

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The day had started as normally as any other in Wayne Manor, but no one, and I mean no one was ready for this tiny little french teen with the biggest blue eyes to get the drop on any of them. Let alone be able to take Demon Spawns sword without him noticing.

To say Jason was intrigued was an understatement. Seriously how did she do that, because he sure as hell isn't believing that excuse, like what the hell is an akuma attack. Bruce, Dick, and I helped her bring her bags into the room Alfred prepared. He was the only one who stayed to help her. One because if she could get the drop on the Demon then he had to win her over as a pranking ally. Two she was his sister now and he isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

While helping her set up her room he found it, it was a suitcase filled with wrapped boxes. Now if she is my sister then let the blackmail material begin, but not without some teasing thrown into the mix.

"What's with the presents in the case Bluebell," Jason asked, throwing in a nickname to see if Marinette would have any type of a reaction. Because who packs presents unless it was a distraction or trying to hide something.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a smirk and heat tilt. Well not the reaction he had hoped for.

"So what was that thing you said archery attack was it?" this got a reaction, but not one he was expecting.

"You don't know about the akuma attacks?" she was a mix of fear and surprise and he was unsure how he was supposed to react to that. Lucky for him as he was about to speak Tim and Dick came in and told them lunch was ready.

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Jason not knowing about akuma attacks was odd and she didn't know how to react to his question. He was about to respond but Dick and Tim came in, and told them lunch was ready. They walked into the dinning room and inside were too many faces. She recognized Bruce and Damian. Tim, Dick, and Jason walked in with her.

"We're here" Dick dramatically announced, and all of a sudden all eyes were on her.

"OMG she is so cute!" a blonde yelled "Are we sure she is yours Bruce."

"Yes Stephanie. I am sure" Bruce answered almost amused. "Why don't you introduce yourself before you suffocate her."

"Ya, Ya," she waved him off "I'm Stephanie Brown" she stated as she continued to hug her.

The introductions included Stephanie, Cassandra or she said Cass, Duke, Roy, Barbara, Selina, and Jon. During lunch they asked her about herself she stayed in the realm of civilian, but Jason again brought up the akuma attacks so she explained a bit about the Paris situation and referred to them to Aurore's blog 'BugOut'.

She figured out the meaning of her practically siblings

Jon was Damian's best friend as Roy was Jason's because of this they spent large amounts of time with the family . The blonde who tackled her, Stephanie, was dating Tim and Barbara was a close family friend to everyone.

Afterwards she ended up giving everyone their gifts and Damian challenged her to a spar. The fact that no one, except Bruce having a partial reason, had any idea why she could hold her own was priceless. Seriously everyone's jaw was on the floor and Bruce looked like he was plotting something but it seemed to quickly leave his thoughts. All in all it was a good first day with her new family.

Next

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demon’s daughter

I decided to re-open the taglist for this fic because I am sometimes a pushover, so now you can either ask or comment to be on the fic’s taglist or the permanent taglist! 

Additionally, I have no consistent update schedule. My first draft is written by hand- I always like to stay two chapters ahead, so I posted this chapter when I finished copying chapter 5 into a Google Doc and proofreading.

Also, fun fact: I hate chocolate. My senses just do not like it at all. I also have a very sensitive tongue and can taste the barest hint of spiciness in foods, which also means I have zero spice tolerance whatsoever. As a Chinese-American with family in Sichuan, this means I get force-fed a lot of extremely spicy foods anyway.

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“Why are you letting them stay? He tried to kill Dick!” Timothy points at Damian, who glowers at him from across the cave as Alfred stitches Richard’s cuts.

Marinette sighs. “Akhi was not trying to murder Richard. If you paid more attention, you would notice that all of Richard’s wounds are carefully placed in non-lethal areas meant to slow him down instead of severely injuring him.”

Batman does not say a word. He hasn’t spoken since Richard called him to verify their claims.

“They were raised as assassins, Timmy. It’s normal that they’d feel threatened a lot, and act accordingly. They’re family now. Give them a chance.” Richard replies, and Marinette blinks. She did not expect to have Richard defend them so easily.

“Pardon me,” She pipes up. “But ‘they’ are currently present.”

“Right. Sorry.” Richard has the sense to look guilty. Timothy just glares.

Damian squeezes her hand three times, their signal for I would like to leave. Marinette sighs as she exits the Batcave. Being accepted into the family is… a work in progress.

.o0o.

Slade is put into Blackgate not long after with the information Ubu gave after being interrogated by the Bats. Damian and Marinette were not allowed to go. 

Too young, Richard had said. They had interpreted that as You cannot be trusted to keep him alive. He did make the right call though. Damian would have tried extremely hard had he gotten the chance.

Of course, the League did dispose of him not long after anyway, but it was the thought that counted.

Damian and Marinette spent their days in the Manor sparring, reading, or practicing their instruments. Richard, who seemed determined to bond with them, bought them both new sketchbooks, for Damian’s drawings and Marinette’s designs. She had discovered an affinity for clothing design while undercover on a mission, and had been designing ever since.

Cass (she insisted that they call her that instead of Cassandra,) was always happy to spar when asked, and although nobody ever defeated her, it was a welcomed challenge to fight someone who knew your every move, sometimes even before you did. Damian grudgingly admits she is a worthy sister, which makes Marinette smile and Cass beam.

Jason had his own home and only visited every once in a while, and Timothy was rarely seen. It didn’t help that Damian continued to make snarky comments whenever they did see him, but if Timothy was scarce, Father was practically nonexistent.

Since they came to the Manor, their father has said a total of two words to the both of them, and that was just their names when he exited his study as they passed by.

Marinette is determined to make her new family work, and so when she finds Timothy completely by accident, typing away on a laptop in one of the less-used rooms in the Manor, she takes a chance.

“You do know we are not trying to replace you, right?” She asks softly, sitting down in an armchair and deliberately not making eye contact with him. 

Timothy snorts. “But is that not what you’re doing? Bruce chose to take in everyone else. I had to blackmail him into letting me be Robin. And then the biological kids show up, born and raised like fucking royalty, so who would care about Tim Drake? The little kid whose parents didn’t even want him and his neighbor only adopted him because he knew his most well-kept secret.”

“We have more in common than you think.” Marinette says quietly.

“Yeah, right.” Timothy laughs bitterly. “The Princess of the League-”

“I wasn’t.” Marinette interrupts.

“Huh? But-”

“I wasn’t the Princess.” Marinette keeps her voice calm with considerable effort. “As soon as I was born, Ra’s gave me over to Lady Shiva. He declared me unworthy because I was a girl, and I was raised as the lowest-ranked assassin. I may have been Shiva’s protege, but that just meant she went even harder on me. I did not know even my last name until after my first death when I was five. I did not properly meet my brother until last year. Ra’s decided that I could be acknowledged, but maintained his stance on feminine inferiority.”

She chuckles hollowly. “You fear being replaced by your father figure’s biological children, Timothy. But your fear is unwarranted. Bruce Wayne chose to adopt you, because he is a good man with copious amounts of generosity. However, it evidently does not extend to his biological children. Talia dumped us at Batman’s feet and left without another word, without looking back. And Father? We may have been a complete surprise, but he has said two words in total to us since that first night- our names. You need not worry, Timothy. You shall not be replaced.”

Marinette stands, her message conveyed, and pauses in the doorway of the room. 

“Have a good afternoon, Timothy.”

The next day, Marinette and Damian watch on live television as their father is killed by Darkseid.

.o0o.

The funeral for Batman is somber. Everyone cries except for Marinette and Damian.

She thinks they should be crying, but Marinette simply didn’t know her father well enough to really mourn him. Damian squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back. The twins stand, faces carefully blank, shoulders straight and unmoving, like rocks in an ocean of tears.

Crime in Gotham runs rampant when they think Batman is gone, and so Richard becomes Batman out of necessity- and chooses her twin brother as his Robin.

Nobody else sees how it crushes Timothy, because Cass has left for Hong Kong, abandoning Batgirl and making her own identity as Black Bat. Jason is holed up in a safehouse somewhere, Richard and Damian are in their own little world as they prepare for their first patrol together, and Alfred needs time to mourn too.

So she finds herself knocking on the door to Timothy’s room, one hand holding a plate of sandwiches and a freshly brewed coffee because he hasn’t left his room since the funeral. Marinette quietly enters upon his muffled “Come in” and sets the plate down next to Timothy, whose eyes are red-rimmed and have even larger bags than normal, and yet he continues to work.

“I… noticed you have not come out to eat, so I brought some food and fresh coffee. Black.” She adds, after a moment of hesitation.

“Thanks.” Timothy mumbles, immediately going for the coffee. “Why are you doing this?”

Marinette shrugs. “Everyone else was caught up in their own situation and had issues to work through too. I am relatively unaffected by the circumstances and therefore my observation skills have not declined.” She says simply. “You should also eat. I will not stop you from drinking the coffee, but you cannot work on an empty stomach, either.”

He begrudgingly eats a sandwich, still typing away at his laptop all the while. Marinette notes the tension in his frame.

“Would you like to talk about it? I have read that venting is significantly better for one’s mental health than keeping it bottled up.” She offers.

Timothy suddenly slams the laptop shut, hard, but Marinette doesn’t flinch. The reaction was trained out of her a long time ago. 

“It’s not- it’s- my entire life, I’ve been trying to prove myself. Robin was- Robin was special. I wasn’t the first Robin, but it was a reminder that I was worth something to someone, that I could do good and be useful. And then Bruce dies, Dick becomes Batman, and he just names Damian as his Robin like my opinion on the matter meant nothing, booting me out of the position, without any semblance of an explanation and-” He breaks off into sobs.

The sight of somebody crying makes Marinette more than a little awkward, because what is she doing? She doesn’t know how to comfort a crying person, but she does know that Timothy was touch-starved as a child. However, she isn’t the most touchy-feely person on the planet either, so she just settles for rubbing his back as he lets it all out.

Once he’s run out of tears, she silently hands him the tissue box she plucked from his desk. 

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are not worthless.” Marinette says sternly. “Nobody is worthless, and you are far from being anywhere near so. You are the cleverest and most intelligent of us all, a capable, quick-thinking strategist, and you have detective skills that rivaled Father’s. I believe Richard chose Damian as Robin because Robin is always supposed to be Batman’s sidekick. He is always taken under Batman’s wing because there are things he hasn’t learned, that Batman can teach him. Richard sees you as an equal, and therefore cannot keep you as his Robin because you have graduated the mantle. It is time you created a new identity and moved on. Do you have anything in mind?”

Timothy sniffs once. “Thank you. I really needed that. And as for the ideas,” He reaches over and pulls out a sketchbook, a smile spreading across his face. “I’ve got a few.”

.o0o.

They brainstorm ideas for almost three hours before Timothy falls asleep. Marinette easily carries his light frame to his bed and drapes a blanket over his shoulders before quietly exiting his room.

Thankfully, she managed to convince Timothy that the cowl was a terrible idea. Marinette returns to her own room for her sketchbook. Batman and Robin will have each other’s backs. But Red Hood works alone, leaving Red Robin with nobody to watch his back.

Timothy is Marinette’s brother too, and everyone else is headed into the field anyway. She, like Damian, also had the phrase ‘justice, not vengeance’ drilled into her head, and Richard had made sure to remind them daily to aim for non-lethal spots. Not that she planned on taking a life ever again anyway.

Marinette flips open her sketchbook to a bookmarked page and smiles. It seems that Starling would be making an appearance very soon.

.o0o.

It is almost time for Richard and Damian’s first patrol as Batman and Robin. Marinette heads downstairs to wish them well, but freezes at the sight of her twin in Timothy’s old suit.

“This is unacceptable!” She screeches, hurrying forward and looking pleadingly at Richard. “You cannot let akhi out into Gotham looking like a traffic light!”

Richard frowns, as does Damian. “But you never had a problem with Tim wearing it.”

“Tt. Timothy had little to no prior experience in combat before being trained as Robin. Damian has been trained to utilize the shadows in combat since birth. Wearing those bright colors will make him stand out and put him at a disadvantage.” Marinette tuts, already scribbling out a new design in her sketchbook.

“Then what do you suggest, ukhti?” Damian asks.

“I have a design in mind. The colors will stay, but the yellow and green will have to be significantly darker, and the red should be dulled as well. Sadly, you will have to wear that monstrosity tonight, but I can have the suit finished in time for patrol tomorrow, as will mine and Timothy’s new suits.” She replies, not glancing up from her book.

“What do you mean, Marinette?” Richard questions, and Marinette feels a tiny twinge of annoyance at how he handled telling Timothy about Robin.

“I mean that Timothy and I have crafted new identities as well. You did not expect him to just stop fighting crime, or for me to just sit at home while everyone else carried out Father’s mission, did you?”

Damian nods, a small smile pulling at his lips. “It will be nice to see you in the field too, ukhti.”

“What will your names be?” Richard prods curiously.

“I will not tell you just yet.” Marinette smirks. She shows her twin the finished design. “Does this look alright, akhi?”

“It looks wonderful, ukhti.” Damian replies. “Thank you.”

She sniffs. “Well, somebody had to fix the lack of fashion sense in this household eventually.”

.o0o.

Everyone else in the family may use capes, but Marinette decided that Richard’s Nightwing suit was by far the best because of its lack of one. Capes were long, heavy, a waste of fabric, and overall useless.

The Starling suit was primarily black, with a dark emerald mask covering the lower half of her face (because why carry a gas mask and rebreather when it can be built in?) with gloves and boots in the same color. A single silver star with curved sides was splayed on her chest, and a dark green utility belt rested on her waist. Her steel war fans had holsters strapped to her thighs.

All in all, the suit was built for the shadows. Marinette had learned to master slipping through the dark, unseen, and Gotham was the perfect place to utilize that. Starling would be nothing more than a ghost, a legend, if she had her way. After all, the less citizens knew, the less likely the information would hit the underworld, and that way, the vigilantes wouldn’t have all their cards out in the open.

Damian looks much better in his new suit as well, and Timothy is also grinning when he steps out of the male’s changing room. (A/N: the new 52 suit. I’m not letting him out of the Cave with that ugly cowl, or the traffic light costume with an extra R. Don’t even get me started on the Drake one.)

Richard, cowl still down, smiles as bright as the sun itself. “Good to see you, Robin. Tim, Marinette, can I ask your names?”

Timothy fastens his domino. “Red Robin.”

Marinette pulls her face mask up and curtsies with perfect posture. “Starling. I wish to work in the shadows, if that is alright.”

Richard puts on the cowl and becomes Batman. “You guys all look amazing.” He grins, and it is unsettling to see Batman smile. Oracle logs into the comms from the Clocktower.

“You all ready?”

They split the city in half. Red Robin and Starling take the North while Batman & Robin will cover the South. 

Starling trails Red Robin from afar, leaping from building to building and only using her grappling hook when the distance is too great to close by foot. They stop four muggings and two attempted assaults, all without Starling being spotted. The criminals think they hit their head on the alley walls or each other instead of her fist from behind.

It’s almost three in the morning when Batman calls it quits and they return to the Cave, changing out of their suits and showering. They are somehow all unharmed, so Alfred sends them up to bed.

Damian and Marinette brush their teeth before climbing into bed and flipping off the lights.

“Tonight was actually quite enjoyable.” Marinette remarks. “It is a nice feeling, to know that you are helping people.”

Damian hums sleepily. “It is good to know that we are continuing Father’s legacy.”

Marinette smiles. “Yes, I suppose so.” She burrows deeper into her blankets. “Sleep well, akhi.”

“The same goes for you, ukhti.”

For once, Marinette doesn’t have a nightmare.

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Alternate Ending to Chains

A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be the ending but I accidentally hurt Jason a little too much in one of my editing rounds and I be like...... hmmmm..... this might not go. But I adore this ending so here you go.

(Warnings for implied/referenced torture, mentions of injuries and hypothermia.)

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Breathing was almost impossible as he felt a deeper darkness start to consume his mind. He probably should fight it but he was too tired and cold and... scared. Everything was numb and hurting. And dark. All encompassing darkness.

There was a sudden lace of agony firing down his back and shoulders as he let out a ragged, breathless scream. He was forcibly pressed upright against something as he struggled to curl in against the pain and cold, a moan falling past his lips. A soft warmth was wrapped around him as he vaguely felt a soft rumble by his head. It was... comfortable. And he found himself burrowing further into it with a soft whimpered whine. It was an escape from the presistent pain and cold. And he felt so tired that he could fall asleep. Something told him that he was safe now. That the danger was gone, whatever it was. He couldn't remember. Didn't really care.

Something touched his cheek and he flinched, causing his body to protest. His mind was dragged out of the sinking darkness as sounds registered in his head. Voices. Words. He wasn't sure if they were directed to him; he recalled people talking about him a lot, and not always tohim, discussions on how to best hurt him. An intimidation tactic, he's aware, but it had been unnerving.

It was when the thing he was leaning on rumbled again, did he noticed that it was a person. Panic seeped in again as he realised that an arm was holding him tight and secured. But he was stuck alone somewhere wasn't he? A coffin? No, it was a cold, dark box, freezing and blinding him. But it wasn't cold anymore, soothing warmth flowing from his right.

He opened his eyes to blurry shapes everywhere, a hazed fog obstructing his sight. He attempted to push away from whoever it was holding him, but was held tight and he whimpered when his struggles shifted his broken bones. He was suddenly aware of the pain coming from everywhere, dousing him in a fire of agony. He gasped as he tried to-

"-on! Hood!" His hand was snatched and he wanted to pull away but there were soft strokes across his aching fingers. "You're okay. Listen to me! You're going to hurt yourself. Please calm down. It's alright."

He shifted to drag himself away but a ragged scream tore through him as his back grated against something, lighting up thousands of fires, breaths coming up in hitched gasps and half-sobs. Fear started to mix with his panicked desperation and he was hurt and confused and scared and-

Something soft was pressed into his hair, followed by gentle strokes. There was the rumble from his right again, "Hood, you're safe. We found you, you're safe, alright? Shh... You're okay."

The fingers rubbing his knuckles stopped before tucking his arm into his chest and traling up to his throbbing jaw, softly touching. "You're alright, Little Wing. But you need to stop moving before you hurt yourself any further." It was followed by a whispered, "Can he- Can he hear us, B? I'm not sure if he sees us."

"Lad?"

Lad... Jaylad... Little Wing... His breath caught. They're- They're here? "Bru-" he coughed, trembling, a whine slipping out his throat as agony raged through him.

"Shh... You're hurt-"

Uncontrolable relief washed through him. "...Bruce? ...Dick?" He tried to look for them but sight was still hazed and he couldn't see them. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? He moaned as hacks of coughs shook him again.

"Don't talk, Lad."

"You're hurt and you're going to aggravate your injuries."

He was hallucinating. Or was he not? Was this real? He frantically threw his gaze around, trying to find anything. The only things he could see were blurry blobs of colours. He couldn't even tell where he was. But there was light and that had to mean he was no longer trapped, right?

"I'm here, okay. We're here." A moving fuzzy blackness. Pointed ears. Batman.

"We've got you, Little Wing." He tried to follow the voice and saw blue against black. Nightwing.

His breath hitched as another sob bubbled up. Panic and desperation dissipated as the coursing agony crashed back into him in full force. He curled into Bruce's chest, shivering. Something was wrapped tighter around him.

"Hey hey. It's alright." The fingers resting against his jaw rubbed gently underneath his eye.

"...C-cold..." he moaned. "...Hurts..."

"I'm sorry." Another warm kiss was pressed onto his forehead and he leaned into it. "We're going to bring you back to the Cave but I will need to move you first, alright? It may hurt."

Jason whimpered but nodded tiredly. His vision went white as he was lifted, a choked scream leaving him. He screwed his eyes shut and held back the urge to scramble away. A wave of nausea brought bile up his throat but he forced it down. He tried to keep his ragged, wheezing breaths even and stayed as still as he could against the fiery agony, knowing that every movement would make it worse. It wasn't long before everything fell back into a throbbing lulled haze. Ingrained memory helped him find the crook of Bruce's neck and he buried his forehead into it, finding warmth.

"Hood? Jay?"

Jason blinked away the fog over his mind, making a sound of acknowledgement.

"I'm going to lower you into the car." This might hurt.

He bit his lip and nodded. He took a deep agonising breath through the jolting pain slicing up his leg, rattling his chest. By the time his mind cleared, he was leaning against something- someone, who was letting out a whispered string of curses. His brows furrowed as he tried to blink his vision back to clarity and attempted to turn to see who it was but was stopped by fingers brushing his forehead.

"Try to not move, Jay." Dick. It was Dick who gingerly had an arm around him and a hand sweeping bangs and radiating warmth. Wonderful soft warmth. His brother let out a small laugh. "As much as I would love a cuddle, I'm afraid you shouldn't. There are... too many injuries."

Jason did not want a cuddle, he hatedcuddling, what more with Dick. He wanted warmth and the stroking fingers in his hair to come back and the pain to go away and... maybe... a hug. He tried to voice it but could only manage a tired moan.

Dick pressed a kiss into his hair and some small part of him cheered when a hand carded through as well. He leaned into the touch, feeling his eyes sliding close.

"Jason, stay awake, alright?" A hand took his, softly rubbing the broken knuckles.

He groaned, turning his head to bury into Dick's shoulder. It wasn't really comfortable- why was Dick so short?- but it was nice nevertheless.

"Hypothermia," Dick told. "I can talk if you want. Will that keep you up?"

Jason attempted a shrug but apparently he didn't have the energy to do so. His throat felt too dry and sore. "Water..."

"Hold on." There was some scuffling before something was press to his lips and his head was gently eased back. "Carefully and slowly."

The little water that trickled in was warm and probably the best thing he had ever tasted in his entire two lives, almost leaving him lightheaded. Dick only allowed two small sips before pulling away, and Jason couldn't help the whine that left him.

"Shh... It's okay, Jay." He knew that. He just wanted water. "We cannot be sure of your condition until we get back and shouldn't risk it."

He huffed, before coughing with a wince.

He was about to drift off again when Dick suddenly started to talk, fingers still stroking his hand and hair. "Do you know that Dami is trying to convince Bruce to allow him to have a bird?"

He gave a minute shake of his head. He wouldn't be surprise if Bruce gives in. Not that Bruce had ever given in when Jason asked if they could have a pet. The old man even allowed Damian to keep a cow! In the Batcave!

"He haven't decided what kind of bird he wants to have but he was considering either chickens or ducks."

He was hit with the sad realisation that he had never seen a living chicken in all his life! Or, well lives, but point still stays. "Get 'im... chicken. Wanna see one..."

Dick chuckled. "Hear that, B? Jay also votes for giving Damian chickens."

Confusion flickered across Jason's mind? Bruce was with them? Where was he in the first place? Why was it so cold and hard to breathe? Why was he in so much pain? He groaned, trying to shift into a more comfortable and less painful position.

He hissed as his back flared up when the arms around him tightened. "Jay. Jay, stop moving."

"It- It hurts," he moaned, trying to move. There was a sudden agonising grating in his leg and a whine clawed out his throat.

"I know it does. But you need to keep still or you'll hurt yourself further." He felt Dick shifting before a hand guided his head to rest in the crook of a neck and he burrowed with a whimper, struggling to breathe properly. "Shh... Shh... It's okay. We're almost home."

Jason kept his eyes closed, tucking his aching arms closer to his chest, shivering. Why in the world was he so cold and hurting? What happened to him? He felt like he just threw himself into Gotham Harbour during winter, which happened once before when an unconscious Tim had tumbled into the water and Jason had to dive in to save his brother. It wasn't a pleasant experience and they both ended up with a worse-than-horrible pnemonia; Tim due to his lack of spleen, and Jason because he decided that he was fine and ended up nearly dying mid-patrol. "This... kinda stupid," he started, sucking in a breath, "but what... happened?" He remembered that he was chained in a room and there were some- four people torturing him. But Dick was here with him now and he recognised the rumble of the Batmobile which did not add up.

"You were caught, remember? Bruce and I got you out." Dick sounded concerned. "I'm sorry we didn't get there sooner."

"Oh." Jason screwed his eyes shut, wincing as a spasm jolted from his chest. "'s fine..."

"No, it isn't. We should have noticed that you were missing earlier. We- I kinda thought that you were just resting your arm and didn't want anyone to bother you."

And Jason honestly appreciated that because he would prefer it if his family would stop randomly popping up at his safehouses without his approval, or worse, without warning.

"But then you missed Sunday dinner and we grew worried because no one had seen you."

"Sorry for missing it," he mumbled.

"You shouldn't be sorry. Although you should have called for help. Why didn't you?"

He tried to remember how did he get caught in the first place. "Dunno. 'n't r'member." Was it an ambush? A trap? Pure luck?

There was a sigh. "It's okay. You're safe now."

A sardonic part of his mind scoffed. Safe could be really relative. Sure he was saved from his tormentors, but judging by the aches and agony inside and all over him, he doubted that he was out of danger. But he didn't voice it. "Thanks," he said instead, moving his head slightly and pressing what hoped was passable for a kiss to Dick's chin.

He could feel his brother glowing and vibrating at the gesture. And the overjoy was not fully concealed in the response, "Anytime, Little Wing."

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prompt part: the taliajaybru continuation of your bb dami fic? where everyone is still soft and nothing hurts (too much) and bruce catches up on how to be with the people he loves?

omegaverse, omega!jay (ft. male breastfeeding - a very short scene at the very beginning)

continuation of this fic

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In my darkness I search for you

Breeze comes in through the window that had been closed.

Breeze comes in, makes the curtains flutter, and Jason doesn't look up from where Dami's head is nestled in his arms, face pressed to his chest. He doesn't look up as he strokes the thin hairs on the back of the head, as he smiles down at the expression of pure concentration Damian has while staying latched onto his nipple.

Jason doesn't look up and he doesn't need to, because he knows who is standing in front of him, tense and agitated and—he wonders what kind of thoughts are plaguing that head. What kind of picture does he paint, and how is it being interpreted?

Damian's tiny hands flex on Jason's chest and it makes him laugh.

He also thinks he can hear a single broken sob coming from the pillar of kevlar, weapons and living, breathing anguish.

-

When he goes back to the manor, he's carrying a small travel bag with diapers, a few onesies, towels, and Damian's favorite toys. It's clear he's not here for a prolonged stay. He also doesn't come back to the family house through the cave in the middle of the night, like a ghost from days past that descends upon everyone present like a curse. Instead, he walks up the steps to the front door and bounces his baby in his arms. And he waits.

Not for long, though. Because there it is Alfred, looking like he always does and if Jason notices new wrinkles, he doesn't say a thing. He smiles, a small, shy thing, and shifts Damian to just one arm, propping him up on his side.

"Hey there, Alfie," Jason says. If there's a pang of nostalgia clanging in between his ribs, he stays quiet about it.

Alfred's eyes are wide open. This is the most caught he's ever looked.

"Master Jason," he gasps, hand shaking around the doorknob. The lack of steadiness becomes even more obvious when the older man's eyes drift until they are focused on the baby.

Jason understands the surprise. But also, it's getting cold and Damian is still getting better from that trip to—

"I apologize," Alfred quickly recomposes himself, stands to the side as he opens the door as far as it goes, "please, master Jason, please come in."

He smiles and steps inside. Familiarity rushes through him. The house seems stuck in time, as always, and he… he's changed so much.

-

Bruce can't stop looking at him. The man is pale and silent and he looks at Jason and his baby like they are both going to vanish the minute he blinks. Jason doesn't reassure him that this isn't a half-crazed delusion, this isn't a vision, he's here, he's real. No, he makes no attempt at comforting him. Jason knows more than well it would fall upon stubborn ears.

Alfred is the one sitting by his side and smiling as he watches with an avid eye while Damian plays in his baby chair. Well, not his, but the one that's never left the manor, much like everything else that ever entered here. Still sturdy as ever, and Jason sits next to his child and he kisses the soft hairs.

Sometimes he can't believe this is his reality.

"How," Bruce finally asks.

Even with the fireplace lit up, the room drops to sub-zero temperatures.

"I think you're well acquainted with how babies are made, B."

That's not it, though. The three adults present know.

"How did you come back?"

At least they are talking, Jason thinks, and Bruce has yet to force him into completing one medical scan after the other. It's only a matter of time for that, though. Everyone is well aware.

-

At the end of the day, well into the night, he's sitting by the small table in the kitchen, Damian dozing off in his arms, waiting for the kettle to start whistling. It's late, now. Late enough for Batman to be expected to be seen prowling the city, and yet the man under the cape is here, by Jason's side. Closer, so much closer than before.

"He looks like Talia," Bruce says and the air he exhales as he speaks brushes Jason's cheek.

"I know," with a rogue smile, he turns towards the other, shifts his hold so his intentions are clear. "Do you want to hold him?"

In typical Bruce fashion, the answer he gets is: "Stay."

And there are so many things left to be said. So many silenced truths waiting round the corner for their best moment to strike. Speeches Jason has rehearsed, over and over, in front of a mirror—fueled by fear and pain and anger and… and grief. Things he's thought about in the middle of training around the world with Talia's guidance.

Things that moved to the very back of his priorities when he discovered that he was—

And so he resigns himself to be, for once, the bigger person.

"I'll stay for the night."

-

Talia's a beauty that escapes definition, elegantly sprawled on the couch, and Jason feels warmth when he sees her the moment he crosses the door. It's as much his instincts telling him that's my alpha as it is him loving her beyond all that. There's a soft noise forming deep within his chest that has Damian reacting as well, and she laughs with such a wonderful melody.

"We missed you," he says as Damian tries to reach out, both arms extended towards her.

"I'm happy to see you doing much better," Talia stands and picks the baby in her arms. He belongs there as much as he belongs in Jason's hold. "I apologize I couldn't help when you needed me."

"Nonsense," Jason huffs a little, his cheeks getting warm, "you help us all the time. We wouldn't—"

She shushes him with a soft kiss on his lips. It makes Jason's blush grow darker, stirs up half asleep needs and wants and…

He exhales shakily, slumping against the nearest wall and letting the bag fall to the floor. Talia's eyes shine with a new light, one he's seen quite a few times before. They both know what this means.

"I shouldn't," he swallows, runs his hand over his forehead to push his hair out of his face, "I shouldn't go through one so soon, right?"

"You've been with him," her words are not reprimanding. They never are, when she gets it so well, "you've been around him more and more, lately. There are even rumors going around in high society circles. Gossip."

"But," looking at her face, taking in her expression, he shakes again, bites his fist because he needs a distraction. It's not happening just yet, but it's coming. The one thing he did not miss at all. "That… that couldn't be it…"

Talia smiles. She steps closer to him so she can kiss him again. "You've always loved him, dearest."

Jason's knees get a little weaker. He tries not to cry.

"I love you," he says. Desperation adds weight to his voice.

"I know you do," cradling Damian in her arms, she brushes his cheek with her lips, feels his exhale close to her ear, "and I love you, too, dearest."

What Talia doesn't have to say out loud, because he gets it, is: worry not. I'll find a solution.

-

The ridiculous thought of he's too big for this room keeps repeating itself, like a blinking neon billboard, inside Jason's head. Over and over, till words lose meaning and—

His breath hitches high in his throat and Bruce, god, Bruce Bruce Bruce, he gives him a twitch of his lips that passes for reassurance, an almost smile that Jason used to live for. He's different now, he's grown, he's, he… Talia is right, and Jason looks for her, sees her sitting by the edge of the bed, right next to him. He feels exposed, vulnerable in ways he hates, but he's safe. He's the safest he can be, here, with them paying attention to him.

"Jason," Bruce's voice is soft yet commanding and their eyes meet again. "I can leave if you—"

"No," he says too quickly, reaching out, sitting up on the bed so he can hold onto the other's clothes, "no, don't."

"Beloved," Talia scolds Bruce from behind Jason's shoulders. She's the one pushing him back down onto the mattress, the one massaging away the lines of tension taking over. "Don't tease him like this. Surely you know he's been waiting for you all this time."

Forced into view, being made to be seen, Jason gulps, closes his eyes so he doesn't get to see whatever expression is forming on Bruce's face. He's. He's embarrassed but there is warmth simmering low and insistent in his gut, warmth that gets stronger the more he's made to wait. All the scents, the smell of alpha, they are all making him dizzy, making him want. And he's achingly empty. Why aren't they…?

"I'm sorry, Jason," Bruce whispers and Jason gasps, there's the dip in the mattress, the line of heat of a body broad and big like his own laying on top of him.

Then, then there are the touches. The softest drag of fingertips over his cheek, the line of his jaw, the dip of his collarbones.

"I didn't mean to make you wait so long."

When he blinks and looks at them, at Talia, at Bruce, he's both lost and found. He needs. Legs falling open in the most natural of invitations, he bares his neck, presents himself, shivers and swallows back breathless gasps that betray just how much he craves. Like this, in the cradle of their embrace, like this Jason doesn't have to think of his fears, his anger, the wounds that never heal.

With Bruce on top of him, shedding their clothes, with Talia's fingers in his hair, with all this thorough attention, Jason doesn't have to think about all that he's lost or given up.

Like this, for this moment, he can pretend.

-

In the peak of winter, bundled up in worn out sweaters, cheeks red and an easy smile on his face, Jason sits on a cushion on the floor, watching as Damian plays next to him. He's giggling, babbling, round and soft and so happy, it's like there are actual stars in his eyes. The two of them paint the most incredible and magical of pictures. An allegory of second chances and new beginnings, of love, of dedication. Of loyalty.

Talia stands by the door, she's always looking, always from a certain distance, like someone who's always protecting. And there is much to protect, here. Much to keep safe.

Bruce stops by her side and his eyes follow the line of her sight. The smile that he gives, it's the most natural smile he's shown in years.

"You saved him," Bruce speaks barely above a whisper.

"Beloved," Talia sighs, leans into his side like all three of them are indeed normal people, like this arrangement won't bring problems, like they get to have a chance at a normal life, "I didn't do anything. He actually saved all three of us."

[inlovewithfictionals]

Just Like Us, In A Way. (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Yep, i’m writing for Jaybird. So I got this prompt from my friend and I was going to write it about Dick, but then I remember that Jason loves to read. So I thought this would fit more with Jason. Oh and there’s a spoiler for “The House of Hades” book, so if you want to read it, might wanna skip. Unless you’re fine with spoilers. And there’s a Harry Potter reference in this, so I’ll just let you know that ‘Y/H/H’ means ‘Your Hogwarts House’. Ok bye! Enjoy, loves!

Prompt: “What if you wrote about person B on the house, reading. And they’re in the middle of the feels, and then person A enters the room and was like ‘What’re you doing?’ Then person B explains and person A’s just like ‘that sounds like us’.”

Warnings: Fluff (it feels weird to write a fluff for Jason), a couple of curse words, a small drop of angst (and I meant really small).

Word Count: 1580

   It’s a calm night at Gotham. The night sky is pretty clear, a slight cold breeze in the air, not much noise outside nor inside Y/N’s and Jason’s apartment.

   Y/N is sitting on the couch alone, reading a book called ‘The House of Hades’ while munching on some potato chips. She was supposed to go on a patrol with Jason and the rest of the Batfam tonight, but because of last week’s event, she had to stay at home and rest.

   Basically, Bruce had told Dick, Jason, and Tim to go on a mission, while Damian and Y/N had to stay. Much to their dismay. Apparently, the mission was ‘dangerous’. Which is why Jason didn’t want her to come. “It’s too risky, Y/N.” he had said. As for Damian, he was sick but he still protested that his father didn’t allowed him to go. He finally gave up in the end, being too tired to argue.

   But Y/N? She didn’t gave up. Like the stubborn girl she is, she decided that she’s a big girl and that she can handle this ‘dangerous’ mission. Besides, maybe they need an extra help. And how bad can it be?

   Long story short, she ended up having a sprain on her left ankle, a bullet wound on her shoulder and a pissed off, overprotective boyfriend. Thus, she had to stay at home for a couple of weeks and rest.

   Now, here she is. On the couch, alone, emotionally invested in a book. As usual.

   Jason and Y/N both loves to read. Whether it’s about science, thriller, fantasy, or an old classical books, they’d read them. That’s kind of the reason why they clicked. It’s the similarities between them.

   Sometimes, they would read together before bed. Y/N’s head on Jason’s shoulder and his’ on top of her head, reading along. He’ll complain out loud if one of the characters did something stupid or embarrassing and he’ll comfort Y/N when she’s crying over a characters death. Or he’ll laugh at her for crying over a characters death.

   “He’s just a fictional character, doll.” Jason chuckled.

   “He’s much more than that and you fucking know it.” She cried.

   This time, she’s all alone. Therefore, no one can comment anything about her being emotional because of a book. Unfortunately for her, that didn’t last long.

   Y/N was too deep into the story when Jason arrived. He enters through the bedroom window, expecting to see her curled up on their bed, asleep. But confused when he sees no one in the room. He checked the bathroom, but no one was there as well. Taking his helmet and domino mask off, Jason starts to worry.

   I swear, if she goes on a patrol without me knowing-

   His thoughts was stopped once he saw Y/N on the couch, with blanket covering her shoulders, slightly shaking, and whimpering softly while muttering “oh my god, I love them.”

   Never mind, then.

   He peeked from the back of the couch to see that she’s reading a book. He forgets about his previous worried feeling and almost giggled on the sight of his girlfriend in the middle of what she often called “feels”.

   Jason takes off his gloves and shoes, and went closer to Y/N’s oblivious self. When he got closer, he looked at her from the behind the couch, right beside her left shoulder. “What are you reading?”

   Y/N was jumped. She screamed and on instinct, she hits him with the book. Jason falls back, groaning in pain. As soon as she heard him groan, she immediately realizes that it’s just Jason.

   “Jason! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to smack you!” She exclaimed, while giving Jason a hand.

   “For a paperback, fuck, that kind of hurts.” He groaned, holding his forehead above his right eyebrow where she accidently hits him.

   “Well, next time, announce your arrival first, Todd.” Y/N laughed.

   Jason laughed, grabbing her hand and stands up. He jumps over and sitting beside Y/N that already has the blanket around her again.

   “So, how was patrol?” Y/N asks him while flipping the page.

   He shrugs, putting his head on her lap. “Not much happened. In fact,” he paused to laugh. “Your book-attack was the hardest hit I got tonight.”

   “Must’ve been a slow night then?”

   Jason hummed in agreement. “Hey, you haven’t answered my question. What’re you reading?” He asked again, looking at the cover.

   “The House of Hades.”

   “Rick Riordan?”

   “Yeah.” Y/N answered shortly, eyes are still on the book.

   “I thought the series was about demigod and stuff.” Jason said, his tone was a little confused but interested, in a way.

   “It is. Why?” She asked, suspicious. Jason smirked, looking at the ceiling.

   “Before you hit me, you were in the midst of ‘feels’. Emotionally attached to fictional characters again, Y/L/N?”

   Y/N groaned in annoyance before putting her bookmark and shutting the book. She hugs her book tightly as if she’s defending it and herself. “I can’t help it, Jason! They’re so perfect and I love them so much!” She whisper-yelled at him.

   “But what exactly happened, though? Cliché stuff and all that or…?” Jason chuckled.

   Despite him acting like he was only making fun of her, he was actually curious to what happened. He loves listening to her rambling about the story on and on. Sure, sometimes she spoiled the story for him. But sometimes, he didn’t mind.

   “Well, two of the main characters, which just so happens to be my OTP, falls into Tartarus. Also known by mortals as Hell. That happens because one of them didn’t want to let go when the other falls and in results, both of them falls.” Y/N stopped to take a deep breath as she placed the book on the coffee table.

   “And now they’re suffering on this hellhole, surrounded by monsters. Each second there could kill them and they have to find a way out. While doing so, they fight through hell, literal hell, alongside of each other. No matter how tough things gets, they don’t leave each other and I just got so emotional by this. So, no, it’s technically not a cliché thing.”

   Y/N’s eyes was glossy the moment she finished, but she managed to let out a small chuckle. She’s sad, angry at the author for putting these characters into this situation, and last but not least, she felt embarrassed. Even she herself thinks that it’s quite embarrassing to cry over a fictional story.

   She covers her face with her hands as she cries softly. Jason who was now laughing, sat up and embrace her tightly. He’s careful not to hurt her ankle or her shoulder. When he calmed down, he removed her hands from her face, and wiped her tears away.

   “Hey, it’s okay. They’re two of the main characters, after all. I’m sure they would be fine.” Though Jason, also being someone who loves to read, knows that not all main characters on any kind of story, survived. He of all people would know that.

   “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She noted, her voice still shaking. However, her voice was laced with a hint of playfulness.

   “You are correct, TEN POINTS FOR Y/H/H!” He playfully announced, still holding her on his arms.  She started to cackle at him.

   “You know, these people are just like us, in a way.”

   “Really?” Y/N questioned him. She had calmed down from her emotional state.

   “Yeah. I mean, we also suffered on a hellhole called ‘real world’ and we always fight together. No matter what.” Jason smiled, giving her a kiss on the temple.

   “And we would, stupidly, hurt ourselves for each other.” He says while glancing at her and her injuries, back and forth.

   “Oh you mean…” she lifts her ankle, wincing slightly. “…this?”

   Jason sighed, his face full of concern and signs of protectiveness. “You shouldn’t have attacked that goon. Look where that put you.”

   “The guy was about to attack you. I couldn’t let that happen.” She told him.

   “I could handle him, that way you wouldn’t be the one getting hurt. It should’ve been me!” Jason argued.

   “Jason, it’s just a sprain and a bullet wound. I’m fine. The point is that you and I are alive, and that’s what matters.” Y/N puts her hands on his cheek and gave him a reassuring smile. A smile that could calm anyone down. A smile that he absolutely adores.

   Jason smiled back, giving her a quick peck on the lips before placing his nose on hers. “How did I find myself a girl that could be so reckless on a mission and yet cried over a book?”

   “You’ve found yourself a treasure, babe. Don’t waste it.” Y/N smirked.

   “Don’t worry, I won’t.” He placed a passionate kiss on her lips.

   They stayed like that for a few more seconds before they pull apart. Y/N puts her head on top of his chest and sighed calmly. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, until Jason broke it.

   “So, are we going to read that book tonight?” He says, referring to the book she was reading.

   “It’s the fourth book on the series. You sure you won’t mind?”

   Jason thought about it for a moment and then he just shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

   Y/N tidy up the living room first before grabbing the book and her blanket and went to the bedroom, with Jason trailing behind.

   “Jason, you might want to change your outfit first.”

[dato-potato]

Broken

Yo, here’s a thing a wrote a while back and decided today was the day to post it. Anyway, I totally ignored canon for this but when do I not? Enjoy!

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Tim groaned as he lay in bed. This was the worst. Being on bed rest with a broken leg? Bad. But your (adoptive) father calling your (adoptive) brother, who, by the way, only just got over not trying to murder you to come by and look after you while he goes off on a trip? Worse. That was worse. 

Tim chewed on the inside of his cheek as he waited for Jason to arrive. They had started to get better, Jason stopped trying to kill him on sight so that was improvement, right? Tim looked down at the cast on his leg and cursed it. If only he hadn’t been stupid, he wouldn’t even be in this situation. It wasn’t even during patrol, he fell on the stairs and broke his leg, how lame was that?

He heard Jason’s bike pull up and tensed up. He wasn’t sure how Bruce had convinced him, or if he had even convinced him yet. If he told him to look after Tim, surely he wouldn’t just listen. 

Tim received his answer in the form of crashes and loud voices before a vehicle left the manor. He was sure it was Jason who left until there was a series of stomps getting closer and closer to his room. 

His door slammed open, Jason glaring holes as his gaze passed over Tim’s room and finally fell upon Tim, lying helpless in bed. Jason grumbled about something but Tim couldn’t hear. He then threw himself into Tim’s desk chair which Tim was sure would break under the force. 

“I’m here to look after you until Bruce gets back,” Jason informed Tim with a scowl. 

Tim nodded, “Right, uh, how exactly did he convince you to do that?” he asked curiously, but cautiously. 

Jason’s glare met Tim’s eyes, “He didn’t.” Tim waited for Jason to elaborate. When Tim didn’t drop Jason’s glare, he sighed, “Alfred called me, saying there was an ‘emergency’ so I came over as soon as I could and Bruce told me he needed me to stay and look after you, and then he left. Just like that.” 

Tim furrowed his brows, “You could’ve said no or just leave.” 

Jason looked as if he hadn’t considered that and then promptly shook his head. “I already told Alfred I would. It’s fine, it’s only until B gets back. Just have to waste time until then.”

“Right,” Tim agreed.

The silence that fell over the two of them was not by any means comfortable. Neither really knew what to say, Tim wracking his brain to think of something he could talk to his brother about but coming up with nothing. He wasn’t sure what they really had to talk about. Should he thank him for not trying to kill him? 

Before Tim could decide, Jason cleared his throat. Trying to lessen the tension, he spoke up, “So,” he started awkwardly, “You like books?”

“What?” Tim chuckled lightly. 

“Books, you know, to kill time,” Jason explained lamely. 

“Are you suggesting you read me books or something to pass the time?” Tim couldn’t suppress the grin on his face. He never really pegged Jason for a book kind of guy. 

“It was just an idea, you got any better ones, replacement?” Jason asked gruffly and Tim shook his head. 

They sat in silence, listening to the clock tick. Tim desperately wanted to say something but the silence had grown too heavy. It was like when you ordered something at a restaurant and they gave you the wrong order but you just eat it anyway. Or maybe that was just Tim. Shaking his head, he decided to just sit back and wait it out. How bad could a whole week of just, this be?

Turns out, really bad. By the second day, both boys were even more awkward than the first, even though Tim didn’t think it was possible. They’d watched movies for the rest of the day, Tim letting Jason pick whatever movies he wanted. They all turned out to be pretty interesting to him. On the third day, they tried to make small talk but that had ended horrendously and they turned back to watching TV for help but there’s only so much TV one can watch before it’s just boring. On the fourth day of rotting their brains, Jason finally snapped. 

Jason stood up abruptly, startling Tim. “I’m calling Dick,” Jason announced as he sped out of the room. 

Tim was grateful for a moment to himself but was slightly worried about Jason calling Dick. Bruce would have called him but he seemed to be busy lately and they didn’t want to bother him. Not even a full minute later, Jason returned to his spot in Tim’s desk chair. 

“He’s on his way,” he told Tim simply. 

Tim contemplated for a moment, surprised. “What’d you tell him?”

Jason shrugged, “He didn’t let me get past telling him you had a broken leg before he was out the door and on his way here.”

Tim nodded and let out a short breath. It wasn’t great with only Tim and Jason, maybe having Dick there would help?

He could only hope.

Dick showed up with his arms full of an assortment of goods from snacks to games, blankets to puzzles. He spent a good hour fussing over Tim to make sure he was comfortable before he brought a second chair into Tim’s room and finally started asking questions. 

“So what happened?” Dick asked Tim before turning from Jason and back to Tim, “He didn’t do something did he?”

Jason looked rightfully offended and fully prepared to defend himself but Tim spoke up. “It wasn't him, I did it to myself a few days before he even got here.”

Jason nodded, throwing a hand out in Tim’s direction. “See?”

Dick nodded thoughtfully, seeming satisfied that Jason hadn’t assaulted their youngest brother. “So what did happen then?”

Jason turned his attention to Tim, “Yeah, how’d you get your arm broke?”

Tim chuckled nervously, “Well, that’s a funny story…”

Neither brother budged as Tim continued to avoid both their gazes, to no avail. It was a difficult thing to accomplish when you’re on bed rest. 

“Ok… well you’ll have to tell us eventually,” Dick told him with a raised eyebrow.

Dick pulled out the games he’d brought, starting with Uno. It definitely got both Tim and Jason to relax which Tim was immensely appreciative of. Turns out it’s kind of fun to play games with your older brothers. 

The next day, they played some of the other games Dick had brought, making much more comfortable conversation than when it was just Tim and Jason. However, there was only so much bed rest Tim could take. 

“I want to get up,” he stated as Dick shuffled a deck of cards. Jason had suggested they play poker using the snacks as money. 

“That’s gonna be hard in your current state, replacement,” Jason said, eyeing Tim’s cast. 

Tim rolled his eyes, “Obviously. That’s why I need your guys’ help. I want to move, at least to like, the sitting room. Please?”

Dick looked between Jason and Tim before sighing. “Come on Jay, let’s just move to the sitting room. Probably have more comfortable seats for us too.”

Jason thought for a moment and then nodded. Tim exhaled with a grateful smile. Dick dug out a pair of crutches for Tim so he could move around easier and then the two older brothers helped him down the stairs. 

They played some more games in the sitting room until Tim spoke up. “Can we maybe do something else? This is getting mega boring.”

Jason swiped the game pieces into their box and folded the board, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Dick sighed, defeatedly. “And I was winning that round too.” 

Jason looked around them, “Any ideas for what to do next?”

Dick looked behind himself at the things he brought, bringing his hand to his chin in thought. He turned back to his brothers with a mischievous grin. “I have an idea.” 

Dick and Jason began to travel around the manor, gathering every blanket, pillow and cushion they could find and brought it to the sitting room where Tim would sort them into which materials would be best for what purpose. They moved the furniture in the sitting room around and after all the materials were collected, they started building. 

Before long, they had a decent sized fort, complete with a laptop, snacks, the games Dick brought, extra blankets for comfort, a table and Alfred brought them tea. The boys all settled in, making sure there were a few extra pillows to elevate Tim’s leg as well. Once they were all comfortable, they decided to watch a movie. After a lot of arguing, they decided on The Princess Bride. 

Alfred called them out for dinner, the boys having to crawl out of their fort. When they finished, they were all pretty much done for the day and returned to the fort. They lay on their backs, Dick playing with a flashlight, making shadow puppets, making up random stories as he did. 

“I fell down the stairs,” Tim said abruptly.

Dick turned to him, worried, “When?”

Tim gave him a look and Jason burst out laughing. “Replacement, you broke your leg falling down the stairs?”

Tim’s face felt heated, “Yeah, I just missed a step…”

Dick was obviously trying to keep his laughter in but Tim sighed, “It’s fine. You can laugh.”

Dick joined Jason laughing hysterically and even Tim couldn’t keep himself from smiling. It was pretty stupid, he knew that. 

After they’d all settled back in and finished laughing at Tim, he turned his head and looked over at Jason. 

“Hey,” he said, getting Jason’s attention, “What about a book?”

Jason raised a brow at him, “What book?”

Tim shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno, you mentioned books the first day. You got any in mind?” 

Jason grinned at his little brother, “Oh, replacement, maybe you’re not so bad after all.” Before Tim could ask what Jason had in mind, he was already up and out of the fort, his footsteps retreating to presumably get a book. 

Dick chuckled beside Tim, “Now you’ve done it.”

Tim looked inquisitively at Dick, “What? What’d I do?”

“The kid’s a literary nerd,” he told Tim with a smirk. 

Tim shifted into a more comfortable position, “Can’t be that bad.” When Dick didn’t say anything Tim got a little concerned, “Is it that bad?”

Dick didn’t answer again and Jason returned, holding a rather thick book that Tim only caught one word from; Shakespeare.

Before long, the boys began to doze off to Jason’s reading of Hamlet. As Tim fell asleep, he briefly wondered why Jason stayed after Dick came. He could’ve easily left, saying that Dick was there and he’d look after Tim. And yet, here he was, sitting in a pillow fort, reading Shakespeare for Tim and Dick. Not to mention the few times Tim was struggling to move and he huffed about how useless Tim was but still helped him.  

Tim glanced over at Dick who had long fallen asleep and leaned over on him. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but think about how he never thought he’d get even one older brother, and now he had two. It was nice. Maybe the week wasn’t so bad after all. Tim didn’t think Jason would admit it, but he thought they’d all really enjoyed their time together. 

Bruce returned later that night, hoping to let Jason off early. 

“How bad was it?” Bruce asked when Alfred greeted him at the door.

“Oh, simply atrocious, Sir,” Alfred informed him gravely. “In the sitting room,” he directed.

Bruce rushed inside and to the room, finding a mass of blankets and pillows, a light shining from inside. He had to crawl through the small opening. Inside, he found his three boys, sleeping side by side. Jason had the big Shakespeare book from the library still open, laying on his chest, Tim was leaning on Dick who was sprawled out across Jason. All three were fast asleep. Bruce looked behind him at Alfred who smiled through the entrance to the fort.

“I dare say they had a good time,” he said as he stood up.

Bruce nodded and looked back at his boys. Moving carefully, so as not to wake them up, he draped blankets across each of them. 

[eerythingisshaka]

The Bodyguard

[Jason Momoa x Reader]

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: no smut, but does discuss an attempted drugging

His fingers dig into your arm painfully as you try to release yourself from the stranger’s grasp.

“Fuck off and let go of me!”  you yell at him as loud as you can but the club’s music drowns your voice out from others around you being able to hear your distress.  

When he takes you past security up  front, he gives them a smile that at first won you over.

“Can you believe chicks these days?  Wanna party all night long when their kid is up waiting for them.  Let’s go hun!”  The brawny security guard looks from him to you suspiciously but lets you both pass without incident.  Out on the street, you kick him in the knee, finally getting freedom as he bounces off rubbing his bruised joint.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”  he shouts at you with anger in his eyes.  

You root around your clutch for your phone, shaking to open it up.  “I’m not the one with the problem.  I know you put something in my drink.  I’m not stupid!”

This catches the attention of the security guard you passed in front of the club.

“Hey Carlos, come work the door, I have a disturbance to check out.”  He walks up to your side.  “Is he causing your problems, ma’am?”

You hold your phone to your ear waiting in 911 to pick up.  “Yes!  He is a fucking pervert who wants to fuck unconcious women!”

The guy looks nervous;y around him.  “Hey, shut up!  I don’t even know you for you to accuse me-”

“He bought me a drink and thought I wasn’t looking but something was floating in it when I almost took a sip.  I gave it to the bartender and had them call the cops.  Fuckface can’t stir, stupid bitch!”

The guy walks up to you pointing at your face.  “You’re gonna quit fucking talking to me like that or-”

The security guard, lays out a long strong arm in front of you, cutting him off.  “You wanna try that with me first man?”

He looks up at security with annoyance.  “I’m not talking to you, George of the Jungle, I’m talking to this b-”

Just as 911 began to ask what was your emergency, security had him by his throat, walking him away from you.

“You talk a lot for a little guy.  And I don’t have a lot of patience for talk.  So since my shift is ending soon, I’d like to end it without incident.  Do you wanna create one?”

Security drops him to the ground to writhe like a slug on salt.  

You hang up on 911 and run up on the pervert, kicking him for good measure.  “How you like not breathing when you want to BITCH!  You’re a damn piece of shit, stay down!”

Security pulls you back gently but you rear back from his touch, causing him to retreat.

“I’m on your side.  But you can’t beat his ass here, plus cops are on the way.”

On cue, you hear the whir of sirens far off, but getting louder by the second.  

“Shit!  I can’t get a ride in time before the cops get here.”

Security looks back at his buddy Carlos working the door and gives him a thumbs up, which he returns.

He looks back at you tentatively.  “Feel free to say no but-”

“Can you give me a ride?  Just to get me out of here before the cops get here.”

He blinks a couple times taken aback but mutters in agreement.  You turn back to the pervert and kick him once more before running off ahead.

“Hey!  My truck’s around back!”  he yells after you.

Riding passenger to his pick up you sit closest to the window as possible, nearly facing him.  He’s clearly unnerved as he drives, gripping the steering wheel tight.  You notice the geometric tattoo poking from under his leather moto sleeve, snapshotting it in your memory.  Brownish hair with some scarce light pieces grown naturally throughout.  You lean over slightly and notice a scar in his brow that is a unique identifier-

“Could you stop looking at me like that?”  he asks coarsely.  

You squint at him suspiciously.  “After the night I’ve had?   It’s just a precaution.”

“You know where I work, they know me and that I’m with you.  You have a paper trail, I wouldn’t risk shit like that dickhead back there.”

You raise your chin defensively.  “So if I didn’t have a paper trail, you would consider it?”

“What?!”  he looks at you incredulously.

You pop a finger in his face.  “So you can take me home and just do whatever!  They say the most likely serial killers are the good looking ones.”

He rolls his eyes.  “A backhanded compliment, thanks.  And you haven’t told me where you live yet.  I’ve been driving for 15 minutes and you refuse to give it to me.”

You turn to face the road now.  “I don’t want you to know where I live.”

“Trust me, I’d rather not either, but I’m trying to be nice here.”

“How about I go to yours, just for the night?”

You feel the truck jerk off the side of the road as he parks it abruptly.  He turns to you, glaring with fire in his eyes.  “You can catch a cab right here, I don’t have time for this.”

“No wait!  I don’t mean like that!  I just can’t go home!  Please!”  you say pleading with him.

“What do you mean you can’t?”  he asks.

You fall back into your seat pitifully.  “I dropped my keys back in the club...swinging my purse at the guy who spike my drink.  I can’t call for a replacement until the morning...”

Security leans back, looking toward out his window you can’t read his expression but his body read tired as his broad shoulders melted down from their defensive mode.

He starts the truck back up.  “Fine, but daylight is in four hours: you call a cab and you’re out of there.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.  “Thanks!  I won’t impose on a thing.  What’s your name by the way?”

He sits there quietly, streetlights rolling over his face ominously.  “You need that for your police report?”

“Well maybe…”

“Come on!”

“No I mean with the guy spiking drinks back there, not you and what you’re possibly capable of but I’m not accusing you.”

“Jason,”  he says.  You share yours with a handshake.

You enter his apartment hesitantly.  It has a rustic feel with a lot of old metal works decorations and natural wood furniture.

“You live alone?”  you ask.

“Yes, so you can have the couch.  Do you need anything before I break myself down for the night?”

You plop on the couch, taking off your shoes.  “Got any bottled water?”

“Plastic is ruining the environment and its inhabitants.”  He digs into the fridge and hands you a can.  “Aluminum is much  more sustainable.”

You open the can and take a sip.  “Thanks but isn’t plastic recyclable?”

“Not nearly as much as aluminum.  Now if you’ll excuse me…”  He walks off to the back room as you settle into the sofa sipping your water.  Your phone beeps warning you that it needs recharging.  Your eyes catch a vacant cord in a corner outlet.  Luckily it fits your phone as it beeps happily.

Sitting back down you finish your water and look around your surroundings. 

“No TV?”  you say, judging his choices.  He probably has a big ego to match his huge stature.

You look through your phone a little bit to mindlessly scroll social media until you feel an urge to pee.  Jason hasn’t come out of his room, he might be asleep.  Not wanting to wake him, you tiptoe to find which door most likely led to the bathroom, turning a promising knob.  

Opening the door, your nostrils are hit with a sweet smell of bath oils and the sight of a man reading in his bubble bath with pink scrunchies catches you off guard.

“What are you doing?!”  he howls.

You can barely compute as you slowly smile at the picture in front of you.  “Your pigtails are the cutest!”

“Get out!”  he growls, adjusting the bubbles to ensure he is at least modest in front of you.  You close the door and giggle to yourself until you remember your main goal.

“I’m sorry, but I have to pee!”  You knock on the door so he knows you’re serious but you’re glad there’s no glass because you are still clearly amused.  A big man in a bubble bath is just too rich.

“Give me a minute!”  he says.  You hear water sloshing around and silence until the door opens on you.  Your face lands on his soft pink tshirt covering his firm chest.  

“It’s all you,” he says in a monotone, letting you by as he made his way to his kitchen. 

When you come back out, he is sitting with beer, looking up at you.  “Want one?”

You shake your head.  “I had enough to drink today.”

He takes a healthy glug from the stein.  “Well, I haven’t started yet.”  

You sit across from him, feeling awkward.  He looks at you curiously.  “So what happened with that guy anyway?”

“At the club?  Just same old stuff.  Guy says hi, gives a compliment, and offers a drink.  He was a great conversationalist, just rattling on about what he does and how beautiful I am but then he tried to say he knew the owner and pointed him out to me.  I looked behind me but I didn’t know what he looked like, so when I turned back to ask, he looked like he just moved and was posed unnaturally.  I asked him what the owner looked like but he brushed off my question to raise his glass up with mine, cheersing to a good night, but this film was on top of my drink and all hell broke loose.”

“Fuck that scum,” he says, taking another drink.

“Exactly.  So I hand it to the bartender and told them to save it and call 911.  He may not have heard me but when the bartender didn’t dump it, he got pissed, grabbing my arm asking what I said.”

“Where was he taking you?” Jason asks.

You shrug.  “I don’t even want to think about it, I have no idea but I wasn’t going to go no way.  Thanks for stepping in when you did.”

Jason wipes his beard of the excess beer.  “I’m just glad you spoke up and got attention on him.  If I wasn’t on the clock, that guy would’ve been in the dumpster with the rest of the trash.”

You think back to the moment, getting dragged and the pain in your arm.  You lift your arm and see some purpling form on your bicep and Jason notices.

“Let me get ice for that.”  He makes an ice bag with a dishrag and loads it up with cubes.  You lay your arm down on the table for him to place the ice on your inner arm.

“Hold it there.  Does it still hurt?”

You shake your head.  “But I’m sure in the morning it will.”

“Yeah that’s gonna be nasty, but the ice will lessen it.”

“Thanks again, for the help.”

“Please don’t mention it.  I just wish there were less dipshits on the street messing unsuspecting people.”

You nod, and feel a yawn coming on.  “I think it’s about time I try to catch some Zs.  I have, what, 3 hours left?”

Jason puts his stein in the sink.  “Don’t worry about it.  I don’t work until night again so just rest.  I was high strung back there when I said that.” 

“I get it, but really, I’ll be out on time.”  You get up, adjusting your dress and head for the couch.

“Do you want a shirt and shorts or something?  You’ll be swimming in it but it has to be more comfortable than your night look.”

You mull it over.  “Uh, a tshirt would be good.”

Jason goes back to his bedroom for a minute,coming out with a black Slayer tee.  

He tells you good night, closing his bedroom door as you peel off the hot pink bandage dress that peels slowly off your body like a second skin.  You feel like a new woman slipping on the tshirt, fitting you perfectly loose for comfort, smelling Jason’s musk embedded in its threads.  You lay out on the couch with the ice under your arm as sleep swept you away.

---

You wake up slowly to the smell of food wafting in the air.  You stretch, inhaling the heavenly smell, almost forgetting until you opened your eyes that the place you slept was not your own.

You wince at the awareness of your arm as you sit up and see your burly friend over the stove, 

“Good morning!  Breakfast is about ready,”  he says in a jovial manner.  You get up and take your phone off the charger, reading the time as 11:47 am.

“Shit!  I overslept!”  you say, gathering your dress and shoes.  “I’ll give this shirt back.  I need it for the ride back to my place.”

Jason looks disappointed as he lays out some eggs on a plate.  “No, I said you didn’t have to worry about that!   You need food, come on, eat.”

He sits down, shoveling a forkful into his mouth waving you over.  

“It does...smell great.”  He smiles, handing you a plate to help yourself to eggs, sausage and toast.

“I didn’t get this size by skipping meals, little lady.  And breakfast is best after a night out.”

You reach over for a piece of toast but the ache of your arm holds you back.  Jason takes your wrist gently, rolling up the shirt sleeve to study your bruise.  

“Yeah, they look worse as they get better.”  He gives it a gentle rub before returning to his plate.  “So you survived the night?”

“Yeah, that is a good couch.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

You swallow some juice, taking a couple bites of egg.  “Sorry again for imposing.  I’ll blame my previous drink on that boldness.  I don’t do this often.”

He shrugs.  “I don’t bring strange women home after work either, just so you know.”

You smile.  “Well luckily I’m not strange.”

His eyes widen as he locks his jaw.

“You think I’m strange?!”

He lifts his juice glass.  “I meant that I don’t shit where I sleep.  I respect boundaries.”

You feel slightly disappointed with this information.  “Oh, well thank you.  I am glad I got a glimpse of the man behind the leather and toughness.  Bubbles and pigtails, I just can’t!”

“And I’m not apologizing for it lady, so tough shit!  A man can enjoy the finer things in life.”

“You bet your ass you can.  You earned it.”

You fill up no breakfast enough to get you going and get ready to go.

“I’m ordering my car now...coming in 2 minutes.”  

Jason stands at his front door with you, hands dug in his black and white horizontal striped pants.  “Ok, I’ll just see you off.”

“You don’t have to.  You’ve already done a lot,” you assure him.

Jason shakes his head.  “I want to.”

Silence passes through the two of you as you wait.  Seeing him in the daylight for the first time, he doesn’t look so serial killer scary as you once thought.  His wavy brown hair looks heavenly and less wild man.  Even the scar above his eye has character.  

“How’d you get that?”  You point at his face.

“What?” he asks, rubbing his face.  “Is there some egg on my face?”

“No, here.”  You step up to him and reach his brow carefully.  “Right there.”

The softness of his brow welcomed your touch as you lightly stroked the area.  Jason’s eyes glisten innocently at you, never once flinching under your hand.  He doesn’t say anything, and you’re glad.  You willed him in your mind to take hold of your hips and pull you to him-

Beep Beep

Your notification ring tolls that your ride has arrived.  You look at your phone and into the parking lot.  

“I guess that’s my cue,” you say in a monotone, walking off slowly.

“Hey wait!” he calls after you. 

You turn to him quickly.  “Yeah?”

His mouth hangs on some words he wants to say but blurts out, “Make sure to keep some ice on that arm.”

You nod as your heart falls. 

“And if you happen to collect numbers, any chance you would want mine?”

You bite your lip running up to him to slap his arm.  “You think you are so sly, don’t you?”

“Like the Family Stone.  And I need to contact you for my shirt back, so don’t think you’re getting away that easy.”

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Batboys x Reader - “Fear”

Your arrival in the mansion has made you forget about what you were put through, quickly growing attached to all your new brothers. Slowly, you were starting to adjust after your incident. Until the Joker makes you have a stepback.

Requested on Wattpad: “Can I request a story for Batfamily x reader Age:8 She/He is captured by Joker and while her brothers and dad save her she gets infected with joker and scarecrow gas, and almost dies”

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"This is my room?" Her eyes went wide as she stared up at Dick. 

"Yup," he nodded. 

"B-but it's so big, and other people might need a home, oh, am I sharing with other people?" There were conflicted feelings in her eyes. 

"Nope, you have this beautiful room aaall to yourself." He placed the few belongings she had on her bed. 

(Y/N) timidly felt how soft the mattress was before sitting on it.

"What if there are bad men hiding in the closets -- or under the furniture." Slowly, she hugged her legs, suddenly feeling self conscious. 

"I'll check for you okay?" 

"But what if they come during the night?" She was hugging her pillow now. 

"My room is two doors down, just run as fast as your legs can go and I'll protect you." Richard smiled reassuringly.

****

It must had been a month since the girl  had settled into Wayne Manor and she had grown attached to her brothers, Damian more or less.

She bit her tongue as she tried to keep her balance on the pavement, half of her hovering above the road. 

"Careful," Tim clasped his hand with hers and slowly nudged her back to his side. 

"Where are we going now, Timtim?" The girl skipped to stay beside him. As soon as her eyes caught a glimpse of the marble building on the other side of the road. (Y/N) groaned. "Please tell me we're not going for more money, there are so many people and it's not good to take money from others." The girl peered up at her older brother with puppy eyes. 

"Huh? Oh you mean the bank, no we're not going in there, it's our money they keep in here as well. We're just picking up a few groceries and then we're heading back to the Manor." He stopped her in front of the small grocerie shop to pull out his wallet.

"But wouldn’t make that their money?" She scrunched her nose in confusion. The girl was met with a blank stare. 

"Ask Jason next time you see him." 

"Okay," she grinned. Her eyes locked on a dog that was nearing the pair. 

"Okay, let's go in so we can be out quickly." He gripped his wallet and pushed the door open.

"Aww, puppy." (Y/N) smiled, crouching down as it cautiously sniffed her, completely ignoring the door closing behind her brother.

"Don't me scared 'kay? I only wanna cuddle you." The furball's tail started waggling rapidly, enjoying the small scratches she was inflicting on his forehead and behind his ear. 

His mouth fell open, tongue springing free, thoroughly enjoying the treatment he was receiving. 

A loudly explosion pierced through their ears as debris collided with a building on their side of the curb.

"Timmy!" She screeched, crouching down and covering her ears. The dog whined and rushed off. 

"Well well, who do we have here?" A voice chuckled mischievously.

"H-huh?" 

**** "What was that?" Tim scanned the small grocery shop.

"It sounded like an explosion!" The scared man behind the counter pressed a button under his till.

"Where-" 

The young man's heart nearly dropped: (Y/N) wasn't here with him. He cursed under his breath, racing towards the door as a loud metal screech roared in the room. Bars were falling from in front of the main door in case of a robbery. 

"No, no no!" The Wayne grunted, watching it fall tightly shut as he opened the windowed door. 

"Open it!!" He turned to the cashier. 

"I-I can't until the cops get here!"

*****

"Who was robbing the bank?" His fingers pulled at his strands of hair cascading down his forehead and teasing at his eyes. 

"Joker." Dick murmured.

"This is so much fucking BULLSHIT!" Jason threw hands around.

"How long before you track her down?" Damian turned towards his father who was typing away at the Batcomputer.

"Soon, it's been narrowed down to two locations." 

"Hurry up so we can go!" Red Hood ushered.

****

Slowly, her eyes opened, they felt heavy and unfocused. Her body was numb and her head ached against the cold, damp ground.

"D-daddy?" She sobbed, feeling the pain from each breath she took. A gasp escaped her as she finally realised something around her mouth and nose, which had previously muffled her sounds. It contained green gas and she was instinctively breathing it in. 

Since when is air green??

Her arms and legs were tightly bound by rope that was digging into her skin. Squirming only made it worse. 

"Aah, the little Wayne brat is finally awake, I was wondering how long you would take, I didn't hit you THAT hard, you're only of use to me alive." An insane cackle spread through the room. Her heartbeat picked up widely, making the pain even more unbearable at her poor attempt at respiring oxygen. 

Small tears fell off her cheeks to the ground as she distinguished a figure in the dim lit room. 

"You recognise me?" He teased, hovering over her restrained figure on the floor. She was too terrorised seeing the face of the man that she could only half recognise from when her brothers switched the new channel as soon as she entered the room.

Cowering inside herself, as much as her restrains enabled her to, she painfully watched as the mad man towered over her.

Abruptly, he pulled off the gas mask to watch her cough.

"Good, now the gas can sink into your lungs and show you loaaads of wonderful things." He snorted. 

Terrorised, it felt like her throat and lungs tied a knot to stop her from breathing all together. 

She shut her eyes as tightly as she could, hoping this was a nightmare, wishing she would wake up from it and having one of her brothers were soothingly combing through her hair, cooeing and reassuring her that everything was alright. That they were there for her -- but this felt all too real to be up to her imagination. 

Glass breaking, thumping, groans, and yells teased at her ears, she heard, but could not listen. Her entire body was failing her, shutting down, purely mechanical. 

Every thing felt distant, like her consciousness was leaving her body, her skin was burning up but she felt so cold inside, what happened to her? 

After the torture her body was inflicting upon itself, her limbs went limp. Eyes fell shut, blocking out her unfocused and dazed senses. 

Finally, the physical pain morphed into numbness, but the poor girl didn't know that her inner demons awakened, and the emotional pain was just starting.

****

"How is she, Alfred?" He rushed into the hospital, worry and concern threading at his face. 

"She's... alive," the butler turned towards him with a sorrowful look. 

"Her heartbeat is stable, but we don't know when she'll wake up." Dick muttered, head barely hanging from his shoulders as his attention stayed glued to the floor, elbows on either knees. 

"Joker has disappeared again, we have to make sure this doesn't happen again." Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That's all good and well but-" 

"Jason, not now," Tim interjected, shooting a glare his way as his older brother scoffed. 

Dick stood up, sighing deeply and leaning against her bed.

Her heartbeat was above normal, clearly showing that she was either stressed, scared, or excited. However, her contorted, painful facial expressions showed that she was nowhere near that last one. 

A single tear formed in the corner of her eye, dropping down towards her ear. His thumb rubbed it away, but the action only made his heart break. 

(Y/N) was so cheerful around them, worming into their hearts and making a little home for herself. She was just a child, and she'd gone through so much in so little timex she didn't deserve it, none of his brothers deserved it.

A sob escaped her and all eyes tore to her. 

She did not budge.

How could she still be asleep and crying? How much more painful could this be for her? 

The heart monitor shot up, making alarmingly rapid noises. Damian, who had previously been quiet walked over to her bed and leaned over it, the others followed suit. 

"P-please," the tiniest of whimpers escaped her and her eyes finally opened. The child sat up and crawled as far from the figures as she could instinctively.

"(Y/N), it's okay, it's Dick, everyone is hear as well," the eldest robin soothed, holding her hand and staring at her affectionately. His beautiful eyes held hers and upon recognising them, she accepted his firm hand, being pulled in his tight embrace. The others grouped around her in relief. 

She was shivering, suspected of still being under the fear gas. 

"We're here, and we're not letting you go until you're ready." Tim mumbled. 

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she’s got a boyfriend - Kiara Carrera

Requested? Yes: @kiarasflowr said, “could i also request another kiaraxreader imagine, but make it kinda angsty with eventual fluff? like maybe the reader and kiara are best friends, and the reader’s with someone else but kiara loves her and eventually tells her? thank you” (I made this a bi!reader, I hope that’s okay! sorry this took so long 🥺)

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warnings: mentions of verbal abuse? It’s not intense or anything. Some best friend jiara in there too! some crying

word count: 2.6k

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Kiara hears a knock on her bedroom door. She’s nervous, she called you over because she finally came to terms with her feelings about you, and she wanted to tell you.

Her palms are sweaty as she opens the door. You’re standing on the other side with a wide grin on your face. “Okay, I know you called me here to tell me something, but I just got the best call.”

“Uh, go for it.” Kie takes a step back, releasing the breath she was holding. This is fine, it’ll give her a couple more minutes to prepare.

“Jason asked me out! We’re dating now! Isn’t that such good news?” You squeal, jumping up and down a little bit.

Kiara’s heart drops to her feet. She tries not to let her face fall, instead putting on a tight-lipped smile. You don’t seem to notice as you skip right past her and fall onto her bed, your hands folded in your chest like you’re in a movie. Kie thinks you look gorgeous, and that makes her chest ache.

“It’s great news, I’m so happy for you.” Kie follows, sitting down above your head so she can play with your hair that’s spread across her bed quilt.

“We’ve gone on a couple of dates, and I had so much fun that I was hoping he’d ask. I know he’s a kook so he won’t get along with the boys, but I can handle both. It’ll be fine, right? Maybe I just won’t be around as much.” You look up at her, and she shrugs.

“I wouldn’t date someone who hated my friends, but that’s on you, I guess.” Kiara mumbles, letting a little bit of her bitterness show.

Sure, Jason was one of the more mellow kooks, but still a kook, and wouldn’t understand the group.

“Can you just support me? Back me up if they boys say anything when I’m not around?” You reach over your head to grab her hands and squeeze them.

“Yeah, I guess I can do that.” Kie smiles, a small smile, but it’s enough for you to think she’s not upset.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

Before Kiara can say anything, your phone starts ringing in your pocket.

“Mom? Hey, yeah... I’m at Kie’s. Why? Right now? Okay. I’ll be there.”

You hang up and groan. “My parents need me home, it’s urgent apparently. Can it wait?”

Kie gulps, “Yeah, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. I’ll see you tonight at John B’s?”

“Most likely.”

When you get to the door, you turn around to look at her once more. “Thanks Kie. I love you.”

“Any time. I love you too.” But Kie’s spirits aren’t as high as yours, because she means it in a different way than you do.

+

Kie pulls up to the chateau, a smile already on her face. Today’s the first day since you started dating the kook that all of the pogues would be back together again. There wasn’t really a plan, just to get on the HMS Pogue and see where the water takes you.

Her smile is immediately wiped away when she sees the three boys sitting around, and you’re nowhere to be found. Kiara looks around, confused.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She called and said she wasn’t coming.” John B sighs. All of them missed having you around.

“She told you guys, and not me?” Kie looks around, scoffing.

“Y/N didn’t want you to be mad. Jason made last-minute plans and wanted to surprise her.” JJ chimes in.

“Fine, whatever. We can have a fun day without her, right?” The boys are surprised at her sudden anger.

“Kie, what’s going on?” Pope stands up, taking a couple of steps towards her.

What is going on? It’s not like she can just blurt out that she loves you. Kie is sad that you’d rather spend time with Jason than her. She’s sad that you can’t see how much you mean to her. But she’s angry that you’d blow off your other friends too, the ones that have been here for you at your absolute worst times.

“I’m just angry, you’re not angry? She’s blown me off three times this week, and this time she couldn’t tell me. So fuck her and fuck Jason. I don’t care anymore.”

Kiara wasn’t one to have an outburst like that, and she was a little mad at herself for making a scene. She turned her back on her friends and made her way down to the boat dock as she tried to blink away her tears.

“There’s something else going on here.” JJ whispers quietly to Pope and John B.

“What do you mean?” Pope whips his head around to look at JJ.

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, but we better go before she thinks we’re ditching her too.”

+

It’s almost four am. Kie is laying on the couch bed in the chateau, listening to the birds that are starting to chirp. She can almost hear John B snoring across the house.

A car pulls in, the sound of the tires against the gravel makes Kie sit up. The car door opens and shuts, so Kiara gets up and makes her way outside. She turns around to gently close the door behind her, making sure it doesn’t slam and wake up the boys.

When she turns back to the yard, you’re standing in front of her. You look like a mess. Your hair is frizzy and sticking out in random places, your eye bags are very prominent, and there’s still tears running down your face.

Without saying anything, you both run for each other, not stopping until you’re safely tucked into Kie’s arms.

“Jason cheated on me. He told me she was better than me, prettier than me, and he wants to be with her instead.” You sob, your body shaking makes Kie’s shake as well.

She swallows her anger, “He’s a fucking idiot if he thinks that. You are perfect the way you are. We don’t compare ourselves to others, right?”

This was something Kie always told you. Always. The moment she saw you were a bit insecure about being in a bathing suit so often, she started telling you how it should be. Kiara was the reason you’d grown to be confident.

“I-I know. I thought I was done with that, but I don’t know anymore. I’m upset. I thought things were going so well.” You cry, gripping Kie’s tank top in between your fingers.

“I know. I’m so sorry you feel this way. Let’s go inside, okay? Get some rest, and you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

You nod, letting Kie walk you inside.

Kie holds you for what feels like hours. Running her fingers through your hair, wiping your tears off of your face, and quietly consoling you as you fall asleep. But honestly? She’s never felt happier. Of course, she’s pissed at Jason for making you feel so terribly, but you’re finally here with her.

So she falls asleep, content with the fact that maybe she’s closer to you being hers than she thought.

-

Kiara yawns and stretches her arms, expecting to hit some part of your body as she does so, but she’s left with an empty mattress.

She sits up immediately. Noticing John B and JJ sitting at the table, eating cereal.

“Was Y/N here when you woke up?” Kie brushes her hair out of her face.

“Nope. She was here?” JJ talks with his mouth full.

“Yeah, showed up around four. Jason cheated on her, blamed it on her, told her the other girl was better and prettier. Where the fuck did she go?” Kiara stands up, adjusting her clothes.

“He did what?” Both boys have puffed out their chests, immediately becoming defensive of you.

Kie ignores them as she sees her phone peeking out from under the pillow. She picks it up, and it comes on with a new text from you. It was sent about an hour ago.

Jason called, said he wanted to talk. I think he wants to make it up to me. I’ll be fine, thank you for helping me last night.

“Shit!” Kiara throws her phone down. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She turns her back to John B and JJ, her emotions overwhelming her as she begins to cry.

John B stands up, picking up Kie’s phone and then showing the message to JJ who’s right behind him.

Kie is looking out the window, just letting the tears roll when JJ wraps his arms around her from behind.

“I know you love her.” JJ’s heart hurts for her.

“Oh, Kie.” John B lets out a breath, the words barely being swallowed by it. He joins the group hug.

“It hurts so much. I just want her to know. I tried to tell her, but when I called her over, she told me Jason had asked her out. Fuck. He doesn’t even care about her!” Kiara turns around, pushing herself further into her best friend’s arms.

“Listening to her talk about how much she likes him, about how happy she is with him, is so hard. I can’t handle it anymore. Especially after this? She admitted yesterday that he treated her like shit.”

The three of them stand there for a while. JJ and John B try to make Kie feel better, but nothing seems to help. Kie feels like her chest has been ripped open, and you had no idea, that’s what made it worse.

“Listen, you’ve got to tell her.” John B is the first to pull away, taking one of Kie’s hands in his.

“Yeah, Kie. You can’t let yourself hurt like this anymore. She deserves better than him, but you deserve better than this. It’s going to hurt as long as you let it, right?” JJ rubs her shoulders.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right. I should.” Kie straightens, wiping her tears away and sighing.

“Do you want us to come with you?”

“No, I’ve gotta do this on my own.”

+

Jason is in the driveway of your house when Kie pulls in.

“What’s up, Kiara?”

“Fuck you, don’t ever come back here again.” Kie spits at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I just came here to fuck her one more time. I’m done with her now.”

Before Kie can think, she throws a punch, hitting him square in the nose. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

She runs inside, clutching her fist but ignoring the pain.

“Y/N?” Kie knocks on the door and hears a quiet response on the other side.

You open the door, pretty much in the same shape she saw you in this morning. “Oh Kie, I’m so sorry. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

You’re the first to reach out, pulling Kie in for a hug as you both stumble further into your room.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I couldn’t be. I have to tell you something.”

“Me too I-“Kie interrupts you.

“No, I want to go first this time. Last time I didn’t get to, and I missed my chance.”

You both take a deep breath, leaning back to look at each other.

“I love you.” Except, it’s not just Kie that said it. You said it at the same time.

“You do?” Again, at the same time. Then, you’re both laughing and crying at the same time.

“Oh my god. Are you kidding me?” Kie laughs harder. “Do you know how much stress you’ve put me through in the last few weeks?”

“I’m so sorry. Honestly, Jason isn’t even the one who asked me out. It was the other way around. I sort of thought you were interested for a while, but then I psyched myself out and tried to put myself in another relationship. It wasn’t working, clearly.”

“You’re an idiot, I swear. I was going to tell you how I felt the night you came over, but you told me he’d asked you out instead.”

“Shit, that makes me even more terrible.” You laugh, “If it hadn’t been for JJ, I wouldn’t have broken up with Jason earlier.”

Kie doesn’t care anymore. She doesn’t need any more details about what happened before now. The happiness she feels now is such a contrast to how she felt only a couple of hours ago, and it’s so good.

She closes the distance between you, grabbing your face and bringing your lips together. Neither of you had ever felt a kiss like this, it was electrical. Magical, even. Any words you could think of to describe one of those kisses in the movies, this was that.

“I have waited so long to do that.” Kiara gasps, feeling breathless.

You pull her by the wrists until the back of your knees hit the bed. Kie falls on top of you and leans up to kiss you again.

“Hey, you know what I just thought?” You wrap your arms around her waist as she settles in beside you.

“What?” You ask, looking into her eyes.

“Usually when someone tells you they love you for the first time, it’s followed by a dramatic but sweet list of all the things they love.” She smirks.

“Oh?” You laugh, “Okay, fine.”

She turns over to her side, propping her head on her hand so she can adequately look at you.

“I love all of your physical features. There’s no doubt about that. I love that since the day we met, you’ve made me feel like I was important to you. I love you because you stand next to me and support the causes that I support. You’ve been my best friend for so many years, and I have only dreamed of you being my girlfriend. But now, my dreams came true.” You’re blushing, almost harder than Kie is, and she’s the recipient of the compliments.

“That was so sweet my teeth could rot.” Kie teases you, kissing your nose. You roll your eyes.

“So, do I get one now?”

“Hmm... I think my list is too long to say. Plus, how could I beat that?” She winks at you, and you scoff.

“No fair.”

“That’s what you deserve after everything you did the last few weeks.”

You try to kiss her to make it up to her, but she pouts, dodging you a couple of times before she surprises you by pecking your forehead.

“Wait, did you say JJ?” Kie raises one eyebrow.

“Yeah, JJ was up when I got up this morning. He told me you’d been really upset, and he was trying to figure it out. I kind of put two and two together for him.”

You reach forward and play with a strand of her hair that has fallen in her face.

“I guess he did us a favor, but I don’t want to give him any credit.” Kie shakes her head, and you agree.

“Definitely not.”

++

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You said you did writing, do you mind making a little piece about Jason and Bruce? Could be fluff or angst, just as long as it's good dad ! bruce ! You don't have to if you don't want to, just wondering. Thanks!

I may have written more than I should have but I couldn’t stop so here it is. This one-shot is my first ever writing for the batfam and oh boy, I hope I got the characters right but uh, we’ll see. It’s more angsty than anything but I hope you like it! Also, my ask is open for others who want to submit a headcanon or idea or whatnot.

Jason ignored the knocking at the door, eyes blearily staring at his reflection on the screen of his TV. The floor was littered with his blood-soaked uniform, torn and ripped from his earlier fight. His body ached, his mind was a blur, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care about his injuries.

He just...didn’t care.

“Jason!”

He stayed silent, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the top of his couch. He sat in the dark, the moonlight shining through his open windows the only source of light in his safehouse. All he could think about the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him tonight, his body aching in ways he refused to remember why.

Today was April 27th.

He knew it had been a piss-poor idea to actually go out on patrol tonight, but he had thought it would have been better than staying at home, where anything and everything reminded him of the day he died. Maybe burn through some of that anger by punching Gotham’s worst in the face – shooting some in the kneecaps.

Jason should’ve known that he was wrong and that life liked to fuck him over.

The way he started off patrol was enough of a warning to how tonight was going to go down; with him, a little more trigger happy than usual, being set off by the smallest of things.

“Are you sure he’s here? Maybe he’s at one of his other safehouses?” The voice was muffled by the door but he could hear enough to recognize the voice.

It was Dick. The last thing he needed was the bats hounding him right now, and in particular, him. His brother meant well, Jason knew this, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be at the opposite end of Dick’s mother-henning. On a normal day, he could handle it, but not today. He was barely functioning as it was.

At least it Dick wasn’t here as Nightwing because if he had been, the guy would’ve just climbed in through his window. Then Jason would have been fucked.

“I’m going to go check his other ones too, just in case. Give me the addresses.”

Dick’s voice faded away and when Jason could hear no more, a breath of relief escaped his chest– oh, bad idea, bad idea. The pain from his chest forced him to remember that some idiot had come at him with a crowbar today, decided it was a great idea to play xylophone on his ribs, bruising them up enough to where Jason swore the guy cracked a few. 

God was just spiting him today, wasn’t he? Out of all the weapons the fucker could’ve had, he chose a goddamn crowbar. There’s nothing like the main weapon of your torturer that sets a guy off.

Jason continued to hold his ribs, staring blankly at his ceiling for a while, trying not to think about anything. Unsurprisingly, he fell asleep.

When he came to, hours later, he heard a deep sigh in front of him. Forcing his eyes to open, he somehow knew already who it was.

“...B,” Jason greeted with a grimace, shifting in his position. “What the hell do you want?”

And in his typical manner, Batman frowned and was silently brooding over, well, probably the state of his entire being. 

He stood corrected – the last person he wanted to deal with in the entire fucking multiverse was not Dick. Not by a long shot. 

It was Bruce.

He and Bruce were getting along nowadays, barely – which essentially meant they weren’t in a shouting match every time they saw each other, and you know what? It was progress that sometimes, Jason wasn’t too sure he was keen on making but was making nonetheless.

“As you can see, I’ve got things to do so if you’d kindly fuck off.” He stood up, his body protesting this movement greatly, but he powered through the pain to the best of his ability and tried pushing past the older man, only to get stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re hurt.”

“No shit, the greatest detective in the world finally figured that out?” 

Panic and dread began to fill Jason’s body the longer Batman stood, not allowing him to move, and his body was antsy with the instinct within that screamed at him to run. He just wanted to be alone, to get blackout drunk with the cheapest bottle of vodka he kept hidden in the corner of his cabinet for this exact day. Patrol didn’t work out, so Plan B.

Plan B always worked without fail, even if he did wake up with a killer headache the next morning. But that was the point, wasn’t it?

So when Bruce pulled down his own cowl, staring at him with eyes that he refused to look at, Jason began to feel lightheaded at how everything was not going according to plan. 

“What are–”

“Jason, stop.” 

“Excuse me?” he sneered. “You’re the one bothering me, old man. I just want to be left alone.”

The longer they stared at each other, the anger burning within him slowly died down until all he felt was frustration and just…a nearly overwhelming amount of sadness. Something within Jason didn’t want to fight with his estranged father figure tonight because he was...tired.

He was just so fucking tired.

Something must have shown in his eyes because Bruce’s typically hard face softened into something he only reserved for the other bats – never him. The last time Jason could remember being on the receiving end of that look, it was when he was younger– 

No. He refused to think about before, when life was good and he was happy, because that boy was dead.

Dead.

But his mind could help but latch onto this look, starved from its years of imprisonment inside the chaos that was Jason’s mind. And hope was a fickle thing that managed to escape, poisoning his mind and chipping away at the wall that he constructed to protect himself from emotional pain, so when Bruce gently pushed him back onto the couch, Jason let him. When Bruce lifted up his shirt to look at the ribs he was nursing, Jason let him. And when Bruce began patching up his injured body, Jason...Jason let him.

He couldn’t find it in himself to care, not right now.

The last he saw Bruce a few days ago, it had been a particularly nasty fight. They were shouting at each other and Jason had stormed off, saying some words that he knew would hurt the man. His emotions that entire week had been all over the place and the tension between the duo was so thick that anyone could have cut through it with a batarang, had they tried.

And the stupid thing was that Jason couldn’t even remember what caused the fight. All he knew was that the end result had been him shooting that fucked up memorial that Bruce refused to take down with a feeling of satisfaction before jumping on his motorcycle and leaving.

Like he said, a bad fight.

After a few minutes passed and Jason was watching Bruce wrap his chest, he couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you really here, B?”

Bruce pursed his lips before answering, still kneeling in front of him as his hands continued working on his ribs.. “You...you said some things the other day that forced me to realize some things.”

At this, Jason couldn’t help but scoff, now turning his head towards the open window to the right of him. “Sure I did.” He didn’t believe him; how could he, when he still criticized every single choice he made while on missions together? How could he, when he still kept the uniform of a dead kid hanging in his goddamn cave? 

It was an awkward silence between them after this, both unsure of what to say in response to Jason’s disbelief, but when Bruce suddenly stood up and sat beside him on his threadbare couch, Jason felt even more out of place, eyes widening as he shot the older man an incredulous look.

“I’m serious, Jay.”

“Don’t call me that.”

What the hell was happening right now?

“Jay–”

“No, Bruce, I don’t know what you’re playing at right now but–” Jason’s voice broke but he powered through, ignoring the burning in his eyes and chest. “I can’t do this today. If you want to fight or argue, we can do that tomorrow but whatever the hell you’re doing right now, you need to stop and leave.”

The man mulled over his words but instead of saying anything, Bruce lifted a hand towards him. Jason flinched away. A mirage of emotions flickered on the older man’s face before it settled on something resembling resignation.

“You’re here, alive, and that’s all that matters.”

Jason’s eyes flew between the still outstretched arm and Bruce in disbelief. “W-What?”

“You told me that I was mourning a boy who died years ago, that I refused to see the man before me.” Bruce suddenly clasped his hand on the back of Jason’s neck, forcing the younger man to meet his eyes. “You were right.”

Jason gulped, the lump in his throat refusing to go away. “What the– Did someone gas you tonight? Are you okay–”

“Jaylad, I was...wrong. I was so wrong.”

That goddamn nickname. It stopped Jason in his tracks, mouth dry as hell, his green eyes widening even more from the bizarre nature surrounding, well, everything.

“I’ve made so many mistakes with you and I...I’m sorry.” Bruce gave him a sad smile. “I’ll continue to make mistakes but I want you to know that you’re not alone.”

What the fuck.

“What the fuck.”

“You are not alone. Especially not today.”

Bruce was so sure of this. Sure, Jason saw the slight hesitation in the man’s eyes, but he could easily guess it was from the anticipation of backlash at the words he said. Because that was what always happened, it was their thing – Bruce would say something and Jason would react in the explosive way he always did.

But he never would have thought that what he had said in their fight would have resonated within the guy enough to where he’d be doing this; apologizing, trying to be better.

Jason clenched his eyes shut. “I…” 

This was it.

Jason was standing on the precipice of change, and it was up to him; if he chose to disregard the invitation to forgiveness, nothing would get better. They’d argue and fight with one another, never truly getting work done because of the constant worry that whatever they say could set each other off. Yet, if he allowed himself to hope, to trust the apology that Bruce gave him, that would change...everything. He knew that Alfred would welcome him back at the Manor in a heartbeat, the rest of the bats not worrying about having to pick aside.

One by one, he felt the tears fall, the fear he felt all those years ago threatening to drown him as he made a decision. The pain of torture, of betrayal, all he kept to himself, he finally allowed the older man to see. “...I was so scared.”

Bruce’s voice broke. “I know.”

Jason let Bruce wrap his arms around him – and he was fourteen again, safe and whole in his father’s arms, sitting in the library as they read together. Tears streamed down Jason’s cheeks but he couldn’t care less; he let himself grieve over his lost childhood, and over the knowledge that the the lost boy he once was had found his way home.

[bebepac]

Ooh Baby!

I am participating in @emceesynonymroll wacky drabble prompt # 36 “Aren’t you going to read the Instructions?”  Which will appear in bold.  These are fun, if you are thinking about joining, hit her up.  I am loving doing these weekly.  

This is chapter 7 of the Life of Riley series  to catch up please click

 The Life of Riley

Riley Brooks belongs to Pixelberry

Jason and Ren Brooks are my own characters.

Word Count 1039 (i’m getting back there i promise)

Summary:  Jason and Ren bring baby Riley home from the hospital.  

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Warnings:  Light profanity and fluff alert.  If this fic was a dog, it would be this dog. I’m calling him Sir Fluffs A Lot.  He likes big fluffs and he cannot lie. 

Ren sat in the back of the car just staring at baby Riley as Jason drove down the street.  

“So what’s the plan Renny B?“

“We go to the store now, to get the absolute essentials we need to get her home and stay home. She’s 4 days old and she doesn’t need to be out around  people like this yet.”

“Ok right, so we need right now?”

“When we get to the store, i’ll go in for all that stuff, and you sit in the back with her.  We’ll go home.  Put the crib together. Make a bigger list of more stuff we need.  I’ll send you out later.“

They got the stuff they needed from the store, and dusted and cleaned the room that would now be Riley’s.  

Jason took out the pieces to the crib and started assembling it.

He could feel Ren’s stare at him as she held Riley in her arms.

"Aren’t you gonna read the instructions?”

“Yep already read them.”

Ren threw her head back in annoyance.

“You really don’t mean 3 years ago, do you?”

“Ren, it’s a crib. It should be crib shaped, when I am done. I’ve already put it together once before.”

“Ok.”

She took a whiff of the air. “Uh oh, somebody made a stinky, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ren went over to the changing table with Riley. He watched as she hummed and talked to Riley as she changed her diaper. You would think that cute little girl had just cured cancer, the way Ren looked at her.  

“So that was your ‘i’m making a stinky’ face you were making?”

She paused as if waiting for Riley to respond.

“I know we just met, it’s ok to be shy.” She said pausing again. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me now, we’ll learn together.”

She chuckled softly to herself then kissed Riley’s little hands and feet.

“All better now. No more stinky.” She cuddled Riley close to her.

Ren was a natural. Motherhood looked beautiful on Ren. Jason wiped the tears from his eyes and continued working on the crib.  

She went to the living room and sat down with Riley.  She was going to turn on the tv, but she couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful  7 pound 12 ounce little bundle of adorableness in her arms.

“Who would ever want to give you up, I can’t imagine, but I’m so happy you are here with us now.  You’re such a sweet girl. We promise we will love you to the moon and back again.”

Riley nuzzled closer to her chest like she was trying to feel Ren’s heartbeat. Once she found her desired spot she noticed her little brown eyes were getting droopy, her sucks on the pacifier starting to slow.

Ren kissed her little girl’s forehead and watched her fall asleep.

She heard Jason call from up stairs.  She slowly got up not to wake Riley. Her eyes remained closed, along with a random suck of her pacifier.  

When she walked in the room, Jason was about to yell when he saw Ren put her fingers to her lips.

“TA DA! he said softly.

Ren noticed 3 white screws on the floor.  

"What are those then?”

“Extra parts.”

Ren smirked. “I’m not putting her in there.”

“Fine! I’ll prove it to you, I will get in there my damn self.”

“And when you die Jason, I will not remarry; it will be just us girls.”

Ren watched as Jason contorted himself to get inside the crib and sat in it. It supported his weight fine.

He got out of the crib without tripping or falling.

“Put her in, she’ll be fine.”

Ren put Riley in the crib.  They both stood there watching her sleep.

Jason took Ren’s hand, she looked up at him teary eyed.

Finally there was a baby sleeping in the crib, they bought over 3 years ago.

Jason and Ren were used to being on a schedule.  They quickly learned their schedule didn’t mean shit to Riley. This girl rules the roost. They dealt with months of random wakeups.  Here’s one night.

12:47am: They woke up to a screaming Riley.

“I got her,” Jason said, leaping out of bed. He prepared her a bottle. Checked her diaper. It was dry. Gave her milk, she was calm.

1:48am: Her pacifier had fallen out of her mouth. Ren slipped it back in. Crisis averted.

2:31am: Riley crying again. “I’m up, I’ll get her.” Riley’s wet and needs a diaper change. Ren gave  her some snuggles and  she calmed right down.

?:??am: Something o'clock. The numbers are too blurry to read. “I didn’t fall back asleep, I got her Jason.”  Time for a bottle? Maybe?

5:04am “I’ll get her.”  Jason stumbled out of bed down the hall. Ren was almost back to sleep when she heard Jason on the baby monitor.

“MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!”  How does that even (dry heave) happen!!!!!“ (dry heave)

Ren jumps out of bed. Coming into the nursery.

"Oh my gosh!” She had a blowout, and it was everywhere.

Riley was giggling at their faces.

“How does all that happen Ren, you’re a nurse. She’s so little. How is there room for that in such a tiny human?”

Ren was at loss for words.  

“There’s poo in her hair. I did not think that was aerodynamically possible.” Jason was flabbergasted.  

“So this is a two person job, which one do you want, bed or baby?”

“I’ll take bed.”

“So that means, I have the baby. Come here you little stinker!”

She picked up Riley taking her to the bathroom.  She peeled off her onesie, and threw it in the trash.

“Not worth saving that.”

Riley giggled.

“So you think this is funny, you little stinker?” She made a face at her.

She giggled again.  She gently washed her daughter, and her curly hair, wrapping  her in a towel, rushing her to the changing table to get her a diaper before, or if the nightmare happened again.

They sat on the edge of the bed looking at each other, Ren, holding sweet  baby Riley in her arms.

Both sighed. They wouldn’t change a thing.

They were blessed to be parts of The Life of Riley.

[setsailslash]

if you're still accepting prompts for your promptathon! (if not you can 100% ignore this) could you write some good brujay + loss of sight? (whether literal or not, it's up to you!)

for the @brujayweek day 7 prompt: creator’s choice, and settled on loss sight of what’s important for anon :D

Dying is harsh with death in itself harder.

Makes coming back to life so much more gruesome than it needs to be. Leaves a lot to be desired really when his heart gets rearranged in the process even if it still beats for one man and just one man. And desire, well. That’s what got them into trouble the first time around.

It is probably in bad spirit that he makes these jokes at all.

In bad faith, and in some deep dark morbid need to shock, he leaves a trail of Red Hood from the master bedroom door all the way to the edge of the mattress.

This is where Bruce finds Jason, after a long grueling night of patrol: Face pressed between two pillows with his bare ass barely covered, most of the sheets tangled around his ankles while blood sluggishly soaks through the bandages wrapped haphazardly around one thigh in a neat little circle.

It twists something painful inside of Bruce to have Jason in his bed again. Like this, snoring softly.

 -

Bruce falls asleep in the armchair in the corner of the room, wakes up with a crick in his neck and bloody sheets tossed over him.

Bed all empty. 

 -

Maybe this is about mourning, Bruce supposes, when the Robin uniform remains streaked in a dead boy’s blood encapsulated in a pristine glass case.

Maybe this is about control, and how he seems to be losing all of it when the boy breathes and yells and bleeds all over a bed they used to share.

 -

Jason disappears from Gotham after that night.

Bruce doesn’t go digging, not because he already knows but because he has long since lost his right to know where Jason goes.

He goes through his routine, he reads through his case files, and when it gets dark, he goes out at night. Stalking the streets streaked in its own shadows, he swings, he dislocates a man’s jaw. He puts himself through the paces of a man waging a war. He also takes apart the handgun hidden in the waistband of the man’s jeans, breaking three of his fingers when he tried to reach for it.

“Do yourself a favour.” Batman growls out over the screaming. “Stay down.”

When Gordon turns on the signal, Bruce makes his way to the station.

 -

It starts with blood.

Like most things that come full circle, it also ends with blood.

 -

When Jason reappears in Gotham, it is in the center of a human trafficking ring.

Held in the basement of one of their transit points, Jason is beaten and bruised, surrounded by five overzealous goons who intend to find out who he is working for even if they need to gut him for the answer. There is still fresh blood dripping from his broken nose, pouring down over his lips and chin. The masochistic streak in him almost whines out loud, sounding like he is begging for it when his head is yanked back by the death grip in his hair.

Cool press of a serrated blade to his throat as one of the bad men leans in too close to murmur another threat.

It looks worse than it is. At least, this time, there aren’t maggots crawling across his skin. Fuck the small miracles if it means a better chance at the bigger ones.

And here might be a big one: A flash bang he doesn’t need to close his eyes to when they had him blindfolded long before they ever even made the plans to drag him inside of this room. It rings, shrill, but he doesn’t need to hear to feel the tiny little give in the thick ropes binding the length of his arms to the back of the chair.

 -

Eyes unseeing, ears unhearing, when the rope falls away, Jason moves.

What Jason doesn’t say is this: Like gum at the sole of his boots, like grass stains on the knees of his nice pants, like opening his eyes to find himself inside of his own grave gasping for air. If Jason gets to say so for himself, he is pretty damn fucking hard to get rid of.

Seems like Bruce is too when he yanks the blindfold down, and all Jason can see is the Bat clearing the room counterclockwise.

 -

It isn’t like he thinks he doesn’t deserve love.

Jason isn’t that masochistic.

Their history, if seen through anything other than some very rose-tinted glasses, goes like this: He meets him at a low point, and manages to drag him even lower. It didn’t feel that way though. As hard to believe as it is, Jason isn’t that far gone either. Even if it does come close on the days when he’s been away from Gotham for too long and all he remembers of the city is every single good thing and none of the bad.

There are a lot of bad.

 -

“Last time I waited for you.”

Jason starts, and he looks like he is daring Bruce to finish the thought: It was a warehouse in Ethiopia. Far enough where his screams never even escaped the room itself. Where it was Hell disguised in powdery white and grease streaked green and the fucking dynamite rigged to explode haven’t even began to count down.

“Last time you didn’t make it, B.”

He stands in the middle of the room, blood drying on his face, one eye starting to swell up.

“Last time—”

“Let me make it up to you.” Batman says over the silence when every last one of the bad men that held Jason in captivity is completely out, lying sprawled on the ground with not even a twitch. “Starting now.”

 -

Jason closes his eyes but he can see it so clearly right this moment. It is no way to keep a relationship on just the basis of one emotion.

Because the need festers like an untreated wound, sepsis fills the whole body, until the only thing he knows in his veins is this love of theirs.

 -

What he says: “Old man, I know you think you’re stuck with me but you’ve got a choice.”

What he means: And it doesn’t have to be me.

Bruce doesn’t draw closer. He doesn’t dare. And it gives Jason a sense of power like nothing before when it is Batman, not Bruce, standing there on the other side of the room. They have been crossing the country and then halfway across the world and then into outer space too in any attempt to shake off this gravity, like it is this place yanking them back. Like it isn’t one another.

What Bruce means: It never had to be you, it just is, I will choose you over and over and all over again even if we have to start from the beginning once more.

Jason is a pull unlike any other, even when he was dead and buried and his real body already stolen from the ground.

What Bruce says: “That’s not a choice I want to make then.”

 -

“No one makes you do anything you don’t want to. Ever.”

Jason has vindication on his side, Bruce has conviction on his.

“That’s right, Jay.”

 -

The same bed with a different set of sheets, Jason’s bloody clothes lead a trail from the window to the edge of the mattress where Bruce lays on his back with Jason straddling over him.

He sighs. 

He whines. 

He pants for it. Making every kind of loud little noises as he takes himself apart on the thick slide of Bruce’s cock inside of him. He rides Bruce with abandon, beads of sweat trailing down the arch of his spine as he rocks his hips like this is a normal thing. Having Bruce open him up as though he’s always been the only one for him.

 -

“Let me set your nose.”

Bruce breathes out, around the taste of blood when Jason finally pulls back from the sloppy kiss.

Blinking bright wide eyes at him, Jason’s lashes quiver, his hands shake a little too, but most of all, Jason tightens around him like a vice. He seems to crumple as he lets out a choked off little sound, wounded like the pain of his broken nose is coming back to him all at once. His eyes are rimmed in red, his bottom lip wobbles while blood stains his upper lip still. Jason looks like he could cry. But in a good way, Bruce thinks.

Jason accepts but he makes sure Bruce knows that it’s unfair that Bruce offers at all. 

“Only so I can blow you later.”

Bruce thought he would be at a loss but it feels natural for his mouth to tug into the smallest hint of a smile. “Okay, Jay.”

“Just okay?” Jason squints at him.

“I look forward to it.” Bruce corrects himself. And it’s like the meaning behind Bruce’s offer is only sinking in now as Jason’s cheeks go pink. 

 -

Razed down to the foundation, there is something to be build over top its wreck and its ruins.

They start here, at the beginning, in the aftermath of what follows desolation of their own forced creation.

 -

Jason holds still for all of ten seconds that it takes for Bruce to reset his broken nose, brings the back of his hand up and wipes at the small trickle of fresh blood when he does.

And then he is moving again, dizzying as he feels Bruce beneath him as his thighs bracket the man. He fucks himself down, and his motion only stutters sharply when Bruce slides both hands up along his sides. Stopping just below his ribs, Bruce brushes a thumb along the edge of some deep tissue bruising while the other stays still, steadying.

Turning it deep, turning it slow, as Bruce rolls his hips up to match every downwards shove from Jason.

An anchor to his sails. Reverence is an odd look when it overtakes Bruce’s face. He is a man at odds, five o'clock shadow scratchy beneath Jason’s palms when he reaches out to touch what has always been his, and Bruce leans into it without hesitation.

“Okay?” Bruce asks, kissing Jason’s fingertips.

He is within reach, warm beneath his hands. When Jason finally nods his head to the question being asked, it is unease being soothed out. The very last ember in this long enduring fire they’ve set being put out.