#but Jason won't remember this when he regains his mind

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Can't Help Himself (18+)

Pairing: Jason/Danny

Inspired by this wonderful piece of art I wanted to write some non-con with pit mad Jason and Danny, with some random LoA assassin holding Jason's leash.

Trigger warnings (seriously y'all); rape, vaginal penetration, degradation, manipulation, Pit mad!Jason, sexual violence, forced breeding.

This is Dead Dove

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“Keep a tight grip on the leash,” Talia said as he handed over the chain with a personable smile. “He’s very well trained but that doesn’t always help when you’re not holding the leash. I’m loathe to part with him of course, but grandfather says you have an important prisoner and Jason is an excellent guard dog~” She ran her painted nails through the young man’s black and white hair.

The masked assassin nodded, looking down at the young man at the end of the leash, he glared back with glowing green eyes, swirling with the sort of mindless rage particular to the Lazarus pits. Such people were little more than animals but they could still be useful. “I’ll take good care of him,” She assured the leader’s daughter, bowing to her before she turned to leave. When Jason was reluctant to follow Talia made a sharp hissing sound that made him flinch and follow his temporary mistress without resistance. 

It was a quick walk to the cell in the depths of the league base that held one of the more interesting things they had managed to capture. “I brought you a friend, Phantom” the assassin said cruelly as she flipped on the lights. 

Inside the young man with slow white hair and intelligent Lazarus green eyes hissed at the sudden light. He glared at the assassin baring too sharp teeth and snarling, he had talked a lot when he had first been brought here but when he seemed to realize it didn’t do any good he had stopped. Now he was giving everyone the silent treatment seemingly out of spite, occasionally yanking on the Lazarus treated shackles, the only things they’d found that could hold him. He was wary as he glanced down at Jason, his eyes widening slightly. 

Jason too had fallen still and stopped snarling, the two men were just… staring at each other. Well that was odd. The assassin clicked her tongue and gave Jason’s leash a brief tug, reminding him who he was answering too and his purpose. He blinked and, rather than falling back into line he strained towards their captive, trying to get closer. 

She hissed sharply and kicked high, bringing her foot down on the chain connected to Jason’s thick collar, using her weight to drag him down to the floor. Jason let out growling oof as he barely caught himself enough to break the fall, finally looking away from the prisoner to look at the woman now standing on his leash, keeping him down on the floor by his neck. What shocked her was the whine that Phantom let out in response. When she looked up she saw that he was also straining towards Jason, matching green eyes filled with sympathy. 

“He doesn’t want to help you, you know,” She scoffed at Phantom. “The violence of the Pit runs deep in this one, he barely has enough of his mind left to know his own name. You should thank me for keeping him away from you, he probably wants to tear you apart,” she laughed only to be met by an Extra glowy glare from Phantom.

“You want him Fine,” She said, rolling her eyes and taking her foot off the chain, letting Jason get to his hands and knees. He moved towards Phantom hesitantly, expecting to be pulled back again, but this time she let him, following with a tight grip on his leash. She didn’t think the Demon Head would be pleased if he actually let a Guard Dog hurt his prize so she had to be ready to yank him back if he got too violent. 

When Jason realized that he wasn’t going to be pulled back he sped up and practically pounced on Phantom who let out an oof as he was pushed down to the stone floor. Before the assassin or, it seemed, Phantom, knew what was happening Jason was scrambling at the being clothes. 

“No, Don’t-” Phantom yelped, the first words he’d said in days as Jason tore Phantom’s shirt open from collar to waist like a child unwrapping a present. He lashed out to try and push Jason off but bound as he was Jason was stronger and didn’t seem to be struggling to hold Phantom down. Despite not needing to breath he gasps as Jason bears down on him, grabbing at the front of his shirt. What was interesting though was that despite looking scared and saying no Phantom was not fighting as hard as he could, wasn’t going for Jason’s throat or eyes.

“Well this is getting interesting~” She laughed, Phantom’s gaze snapped to her as if he’d forgotten she was there. 

“Make him stop,” Phantom gasped and she grinned unapologetically down at him, her mouth still covered by her mask but judging by his despair he saw it in her eyes. 

“No, I don’t think I will. I think I like where this is going~” She laughed. She did pull Jason back but it was not to stop Jason, but he was so mindless right now she wasn’t even sure He knew what he wanted. But she did~ When she pulled him back onto his knees she could see that his cock was rock hard and straining against the loose pants he was wearing. 

This was wrong of course, but she wouldn’t be an assassin if she didn’t have a sadistic streak, or cared at all about what was right. So she was just going to have fun, and right now what that means was shoving Phantom over onto his stomach with her foot and leaning down to grab the back of his pants with one hand, yanking them down and fully ignoring his screams for her to stop. 

Jason was staring, his eyes roaming over the curve of Phantom’s ass and when she yanked Danny’s hips up she saw how Jason’s pupils dilated when he got a good view of Phantom’s pussy. She planted her foot on the back of Phantom’s neck to keep him down and semi-still. “Good boy Jason,” She told Jason, talking over Phantom’s objections, knowing Jason would listen to her, the one holding his leash, like he was trained to. “Now you, take off your pants.” She ordered, and of course he obeyed though never did he take his eyes off of Phantom the entire time.

“Well, I think you know what you want, go ahead and take it~” She told Jason, pushing off of Phantom’s neck and leaning against the wall, though of course she still kept a firm grip on Jason’s leash. She'd step in if she had to, but she’d much rather just enjoy the show.

Jason hesitated for a moment, but as soon as Phantom started to pull away it broke through whatever was holding Jason back and he lurched into motion. He grabbed Phantom’s hips and yanked him back making the being yelp. Jason leaned down, his nose was nearly pressed into Phantom’s pussy as he breathed deeply, scenting the other as Phantom whimpered his protest. 

“You might as well shut up again Phantom. He only listens to the one holding his leash,” She mocked. Not that Jason seemed to be listening to her very much right now, whatever innate instinct to breed Phantom seemed to be overwriting just about everything else. “Besides it looks like he just can’t help himself.”

Jason ran his tongue over Danny’s pussy, a long sweep from his clit to his taint making him gasp and shudder. Jason did it again and Danny yanked against his chains, trying to cover his mouth but coming up just shy. “Jason Stop!” He pleaded but was completely ignored, just as she had warned him he would be. 

Jason growled and pushed deeper, his tongue disappearing inside the boy’s cunt. It was only a little disappointing to see Phantom bite his lip to silence himself, less so as she watched green blood drip down his chin from where his fangs had sunk into his own lip. Behind him Jason’s growl slowly morphed into a purr before he pulled back. His dick was an attractively desperate shade of pink as he adjusted his grip on Phantom’s hips and then ground against his ass. 

Phantom yowled like a furious cat and thrashed, but chained and pinned as he was there was nowhere for him to go as Jason wrestled his legs apart. Danny fought, until with one quick, clumsy thrust Jason forced his way into the pale being body. Pinned and penetrated Phantom finally fell still with a keen that would have been heartbreaking, had anyone who was listening been sympathetically inclined. 

She cackled and yanked on Jason’s leash, dragging him further over Phantom, further into his unwilling pussy. Jason’s face was read, his strong back covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his eyes glowing more intensely than ever before, fixed down on the object of his unwanted affections. 

He pulled out and pushed back in and Phantom yelped and shuddered, clawed fingers digging into the very stone beneath him as Jason wasted no time in fucking him. He looked up at her with hatred in his eyes that… if she was honest scared her a little. His gaze seemed to promise that the second he got out of these shackles she would pay, but she didn’t show that fear of course. 

“Don’t look at me that way~ I’m not the one fucking you,” She mocked him and he gave a broken snarl before spitting blood at her feet. Huh he must have bitten his tongue at some point. 

Jason’s eyes slid closed, his breathing coming in shallow moans and keens as he rutted into Phantom’s body with reckless abandon, uncaring and eager. He found some sort of rhythm, his moans and the sound of flesh on flesh the only sounds in the cell. Phantom had bitten his lip again, his eyes closed tightly and his fists clenched so quickly she could see the blood where his claws were digging into his own palms. 

Jason’s moans took on a new breathy tone as he lost track of his rhythm, bucking his hips in frantic shallow thrusts until he came. She knew he must have because Phantom wailed so loudly she knew it would be ringing in her ears for days.

Jason let go abruptly and Phantom collapsed to the floor, curling up in a ball and hugging himself tightly. “Wonderful performance everyone,” She laughed pulling Jason away. “But I don’t think you’ll be a good guard for him after all Jason. Sort yourself out. I’ll take you back to Talia and find someone who won’t fuck the prisoner.”

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Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

7k words. Bear with me. By far the most enjoyable chapter for me that I wrote, second is chapter ten. I hope it is to you guys as well, if not tell me what's your favorite among them!! ^^

Chapter Fourteen

Again and again and again, they tried to not repeat what was.

In Their Rest

Being met with your child on the verge of death shouldn't be not surprising but it is to Bruce. It is when everytime a threatening risks comes at their door, vision always clear in his head. 

And it is, as his eyes saw Jason being shot that it made him fall, his own blood surrounding him.

 Bruce was not gonna lose him again, not even soon. 

 He broke his promise and he intends to see it through. 

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Maniacal laughter echoes, shades of green surrounds as thick and hot red spilled. Clanging of metal played over and over again.

Not again. No. No. No. This ain't real. This ain't real. Fucking wake up. 

It couldn't be. He couldn't be clawing out his way on a coffin, not again. No, if only he was stronger enough to break it already then he wouldn't have struggled to breathe and he would see daylight. And then he does.

Jason blinks rapidly and too many times. It was the ceiling of his room, he was in his room. But it couldn't be.....how could it be? The yellow light shining on him and the littlest dusts it shows must have only been in his mind. Yes, it might have only been as flashes of everything dark keeps coming. And he remembers the new one. Almost dying. Again.

Heavy, he couldn't move but stared at the ceiling, even opening his mouth was difficult, though he managed. Finally, he could breathe again, despite how heavy he was breathing, his chest, his whole body didn't feel like it was moving at all. 

But as he began to feel beside heaviness, there was something on his hand....touch. There was touch, a hand was holding his and there was tracing. It was familiar and he wanted more. It took all of him to hold that touch tighter and he heard a gasp. He heard it before, he knew that voice, he would recognize it anywhere-

 "Jason." It was her. Y/N.

 A prayer, it chanted in his mind. 

 Y/N.

Whether it was only on his mind, he didn't care. All that he know is that he can feel her again and she was there. Holding him. Safe against each other. Memories came flooding in and he had never felt so light while he was drowning from all of it. 

Y/N. 

But it was nothing compared to him realizing that the sun shining on him was real afterall as his eyes met hers. He'd bathe in its light, in her light for longer than he can and he won't ever burn. 

She's real. 

Oh my God.

She's here. 

Y/N sat beside his lying body. "Jason," breathlessly, she called again as he looked at her with gaze that was uneasy and far off ahead. "I'm here." He's here. With her free hand, she cradled the side of his face so gently, unable to believe she was looking at his blue eyes again. "I'm here." Said her but almost to herself to make sure that it really was real.

 

He's here.

"You're safe. You're okay." From her words, he trusted it. With her hold, he regained a little of his strength, he fought what kept him still and with closed eyes, he leans onto her touch. The warmth of her palm grounds him, he settled to it. She really was real. Who could have thought that resting one's cheek on a hand would feel like coming home, finding shelter from the cold by being near to a fireplace. 

Her mouth parting a little as she sees him eases more onto her hand, it was a sight....an unbelievable one. How delicate he became in her hold, her thumb ghosting his marked skin. "Jason." Hearing his name by how soft her voice was....only then he remembers that how often she said his name...how it could make a man be greedy. He opened his eyes to look at her and how he wants to see her smile. She catches her breath, bearing his gaze that was gentle and yet fierce. His one hand held hers that was on his face and nuzzled to her touch more, enough and wanting more at the same time. Indeed he was greedy. 

Jason began to move, wanting to sit up but he could only do too little, so naturally, Y/N was already there to help him do it. Their hands still together as he leaned back on the headboard, his eyes on their hands. Afraid that if he let go, he'll be gone again. He held her firmer. 

She sees it. She sighed a smile in awe. "Jay," that almost took the breath he still struggled to have from him, intrigued eyes came back to her calling ones. There he saw her smile. His heart was still there, he realized—if he wasn't feeling that it was alive earlier, he was well aware now, and did it beat too fast.

At lost for words and unsure if he still had his voice, he just stared at her for a while that he sees what she was wanting to hear. He swallowed thickly, his throat was burning before he even spoke but he wanted to finally, at least give something back to her. "....I'm here." Strained voice came out. 

He finally was.

Jason saw how it hit her when her face fell suddenly and nodded, looking down. He slids his free hand to hers and she held it tightly, then she held their hands together before pressing them to her forehead. Shaking breath from her mouth with eyes closed, tears were now falling freely. She bit her tongue to prevent a sob but it just made her breathing more difficult, chest starting to heave as it felt too heavy. He was awake and he was okay. In her arms. 

He feels her tears sliding down on his skin while she was breaking, it shudders him. Slowly, he pulled away his hands to hold her face, arms trembling as he gathered the strength to lift them. Curious but shy gaze that was full of tears stared at his, one that he find himself adoring before and now again. He wipes them carefully but they didn't stop flowing anyway, he almost smiled. 

Y/N did, a broken one with a laugh as she sobbed. "I've missed you." She cried, hugging him, gently still and he caught her. She hates how careless she was being, knowing how he must be still numb and in pain at the same time but that was in the back of her mind for now that he was finally back. 

Jason wanted to speak, tell her how he missed her, how he was sorry. How he changed his mind. But he said nothing, instead he swallowed down the lump on his throat, bearing the hurting of his jaw for he stopped himself from tearing up. The aching of his whole body could damn itself for all he cared as he tightened his hold on her waist and her back. Pulling her even closer to bury his face on her shoulder. Fingers gripping on her body for dear life.

Flowers. It reeks on his nose and the scent takes him back to everything good. If he continued to breathe too deeply, not only the scent will be gone but she'd melt as well from how he was being with her. But who could blame a man such as him who stood in the face of death, who had been in the casket of nothingness, for never wanting to let go. No one should dare deny one's need when they're met with life again; the sweetness and softness of it. He was nothing but a drop of water inside a flower. Basking in the feel of being against her, he now knows what it is to lay down on a petal. 

They stayed as they were, her sobs turned into calm breathing, heaviness leaving her. One last exhale, she slowly pulled away and collected herself. Remembering his aid, she reached for the glass pitcher on the table, pouring water in the empty glass next to a half filled one. 

You gotta be kidding me. 

Jason stared at it and then back to her. Cogs turning themselves, his fingers that was now empty—unfortunately for him, gripped the sheets. That glass was hers, on the table as well was a teapot, an empty teacup beside another half filled one, then he sees the book from where she was sitting, her flowers from before that was in a vase, which were already dried, almost withering. And new ones besides it. He had a guess of how long he was out that made him questioned how long had she been staying, and that made it all clear to him; she stayed with him. Waiting again. 

Two weeks or three weeks even. 

Shit. 

Jason closed his eyes, huffing out a deep breath....frustratingly. No matter how lifeless he can be, he'd always have the strength to be frustrated at himself. 

Her sincerity could never be questioned, he saw a lot of moments to know of it, and each moment after then just seems to add more fuel to their fire. In awe of it, he always is. And now this; her beside him just after she left because of his decision.

He thinks of how long can a fire last, not his but of hers. He wasn't questioning her, no, but he wonders how long one's patience could run out—it was him after all, one that always wasn't easy to deal with, one that just pushed her away in the second of misfortune......he wonders how long, but even so, he can't bear to think of the day if it will come. That wound will be the one to be excruciating. Unbearable........it will be unbearable. 

Goddamn just woke up to think this. 

But he knew it was all true. 

"Here," Y/N offers the glass and he took it but still she helped him as he drank it. He didn't want to deny her help, he couldn't turn away again, even with such little thing. He wants it to be a start. 

She set down aside the glass on the table and went back to her chair to prepare the tea. If he had been faster to move as the same time he thought it, he would have tugged at her arm before she could get away from him—he just gripped the sheets more, nerves of his fingers crackling with ache by how tight his fists was.

Y/N began to pour out the tea on the empty teacup, steam coming out from it as leafy and bitter scent flew in the air. "Alfred made this just now, you should have some later." Jason only nods, then before she can so much lift her lips it fell as she remembered the another important thing when he wakes up, he needed to be checked in on. "What do you want? Do you want me to call them? I should-"

"Just want to stay like this for a while."

"Okay." 

Y/N eased down immediately, complying to what he wants and she didn't need to be told twice. Jason didn't ask her to stay but she did and he was damn relieved that it went by unsaid. He wasn't sure if he could ask her to, so all he did was reach for her hand, it surprises her but she didn't show much of it and only held it back, then he spoke, "Could you read for me?" 

She nodded, uttering a small "Of course," with a smile. With her voice that she tried to maintain its tone after her crying, she began to read, all the while she caressed his hand. Jason letting himself be lost, her touch and voice lulling him to rest. 

Miracles. Jason never had the time to think if he believes in it, even when he had been through so much of situations that can count as one, he had never thought of it.....But sometimes, maybe he does, often times that he has been with her. So there he found out that he, indeed, thinks of miracles. Though now that his eyes were closed, he finds himself calm in the vast darkness of his mind, yet he was still afraid of it, afraid that any ghosts will haunt him. But now that she's with him again, him in her hold, it was easy to rest. 

He doesn't think it's a miracle, it's only her. 

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The moment the family knew he woke up, helpless wouldn't even be the end of how Jason was, at least that's how he was thinking as they wouldn't even let him leave his room alone or even his bed, and he didn't even speak of wanting to. And he figured it will continue to happen until he fully healed. He just saw Y/N's smile when he was bombarded by them in his rest....it made him break a smile since he woke up. Though he was really glad that no one tried to have a talk with him, not even Bruce or Dick, especially the two of them. All aware that he rather not be reminded of anything. He figures it was in the air anyway. 

Then night came, left alone in his room, rarely bearable but he chose to be anyway. After he and Alfred had a chance to talk just after the said old man and Leslie checked up on him. Words playing over and over again.

"How are you?" Alfred asks, sitting on the chair beside his bed, now alone and done with what needed to do.

So it starts, Jason thinks.

"Fine," Jason replied mindlessly, staring at the ceiling. Unsure of what to say but many things continue to run in his head. He stayed quiet, throat drying again.

Alfred sighed soundless as he looks at the child, a small smile on him. "Must you know...she almost never left your side, sometimes even slept in this chair in the afternoon or night.....holding your hand. She only did when they took each of their time to be with you...." Spoke Alfred.

Jason breathes loudly, putting an arm on his closed eyes, ignoring the pain on it and annoyed at the faltering of his nerves once she was mentioned. Guilt. Alfred rarely misses a beat, almost never. He continued, "Bruce was the one to called for her, he asked me to and I did. We were all glad that he did and she came back. We're all glad you're back." Alfred said, standing up from the chair and began to fix his things.

Jason sat up, raking his hand on his hair, not wanting to end their talk yet. "Alfred...." He sighed, clicking his tongue. "I pushed her away." He wants that dry taste to leave his mouth, it was sickening. 

Alfred continued what he was doing, expecting what the boy was gonna say. "Nothing that has already been done by everyone in this family enough times."

Jason could almost hear tease in his voice, he doesn't deny it. They'd deserve it. 

"You did it for good reason, did you not?" Jason stayed quiet. 

Alfred sat on his bed to face the boy that won't meet his eyes, "She'd understand. She will. She does. She wouldn't have come back and stayed with you if she didn't." He assured, laying a hand on Jason's face.

Jason laid his face heavier on the hand of Alfred, his whole weight on it, body slumped down. He'll grow spoil of comfort if he continues to be in need for it. Somehow he can almost blame his people for it......her as well. Especially her. 

He stayed quiet still.

"Just....let her....and yourself, too."

Easier said than done. If he had the guts to spoke earlier when he and her ate dinner in his room together, he wouldn't be alone right now and maybe he'd seen of what Alfred spoke and he wouldn't be left alone in his rest. 

Maybe he would have hold her hand again but no, words were still kept in him. Maybe when morning comes again, it wouldn't be so.

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Morning came after a dark day but it would be more. 

Left nothing was Y/N when she saw the missed calls and after she read Alfred's message to her. There she stood still, losing her ability to breathe and just stood there, before finding it once she came back to herself.

Even when it was assured that Jason was fine, she still felt her being was getting gnawed by fear and everything one can dread.

Even when she was met with Alfred's comforting gaze, it didn't stop and how it only became worse when she saw him. Just there, lying. An insufferable sight is what it was. Bruised and reddened skin. Bandaged limbs.

That is what she gotten herself into. In their life. In his life.

Even so, she walked to sit beside him and held his hand. 

If this was the way for them to meet again, then so be it. She'd withstand it.

"I'll be here." She whispered.

And she waited.

Days passed by, Jason was moved back in the manor, still unconscious and showed no signs of anything. She never wanted to leave his side.

Being back in the manor meant she'd see what she left for him there and she did. Untouched they were, the flowers drying, the letter just how it was before. Y/N stared at him as she held the letter, mind already made up. She took it back to her room once the late of night arrived. Her words would have to wait just as she was doing.

And so morning came. It was a cloudy day, little light to the sky as the wind howl's against the leaves. There Y/N was alone in the garden, collecting flowers in her basket, finding some time to spend on her own as Cassandra was with Jason.

It was the second day of Jason being moved back in the manor, as much as he seemed to be fine, as he is fine, her worry never left. And she thought if she looked at his lying state further on, she'd lose her mind. Waiting seemed to be tiresome if you weren't being met halfway......she resents herself for thinking such a thing. 

So there she was, trying to ease her mind from it all. A crunch of a leaf was heard and Y/N turned her head to see Dick walking to her. "Alfred said I'd find you here."

For the first time since she's stepped foot in their home, she didn't smile and she just hummed so quietly, emotionless as she went back to her work. She was doing a terrible job in trying, so it seems.

Dick could only utter a small, breathy chuckle as he noticed it. Gone was the one he'd always seen jolly and there he saw everything but it. He stood a little bit close to her and followed her movements. "I saw the flowers on his table....you kept it still?" Thinking of how it can possibly be a hurtful reminder of what shouldn't have been and could have been at the same time, but alas, he believed it that she had a reason.

Y/N stopped for a second, blinking slowly. "Yes, I suppose I just wanted to give it anyway....." she began. She thought nothing more of the gesture, well except for one simple reason, that is. "A statement, I suppose...that's what it became, at least....so I think." 

Dick nodded, "I see...." They said nothing after, silence consuming them while they continued to fill the basket, her body going heavier each second that passes, Dick didn't miss it, gaze turning softer. Then he spoke again, "...How are you?" 

Y/N sighs before she turned away from the bushes of flowers, putting down the basket on the ground and laid her hands on her eyes, tears starting to well, breathing out deeply again. "Tired...I'm just.....tired..." 

She heard and felt him grow closer, tearing off her hands on her eyes, she sees him in front of her, offering his hands out to her. She didn't hesitate to step to him and there she cried.

Dick understood it well. To be.....just sad because you are and leave it be. So she did. 

Left it be while she went on with her day, letting her tiredness stay in her as she helped Alfred take care of Jason, as she stared at him and as she held his hand. While that tiredness remains, the more she looked at him, something grew along with it; longing. It dragged her. She knows it wasn't supposed to be like that. She wanted clarity. Maybe to see his eyes would she have that, but that wasn't to happen yet.

"Hmm?" Y/N uttered, looking to where she was called. Damian and Stephanie at the door. Her book left unread again as she realizes she was just dozing off and how their voice calling out to her just earlier, sounded so faint in her ears.

"....Could you bake with me?" The child asked as they stepped in.

Y/N nodded and smiled a little, "Of course," putting her book on the table as she stood up, glancing at Jason before walking to them.

"I'll see you guys later." Stephanie said.

She and Damian walked out of the room. "Is it really okay to you?"

Y/N just nods, ruffling his hair lightly, mind still far ahead. Damian continues to have his saddened face as they arrived in the kitchen. "What do you have in mind?" 

There the child's lips curved. "Scones and Alfred's cookies."

She stops, thinking of how she should have seen it coming. Scoffing, lips turning up as she let out a quiet laugh. But still she didn't say anything. Either way, Damian was glad to finally have heard a sound of joy from her.

They worked together in silence, instructions already known and learned before. Y/N couldn't be more thankful for it as she was finding it so difficult to even open her mouth to speak of anything. Damian finally broke their silence, "Have you said what you wanted to say when you saw him?" He was always straight to it.

She didn't falter. Countless words rang in her mind, ones that was repeated enough times. "It was the same.....that I'd wait for him." 

"You're getting.....tired.....you have been." 

Y/N hummed, "I am," she never thought she would be....well, not at least so early in their....she didn't even know what to call it. She shut her eyes tightly for a second. "It's normal, anyway." 

Damian expected no less. "....It is. Especially for someone like us....especially him." 

She could have smiled but she didn't. "I figured" Finding out that the family she had been staying with was a group of crime fighting, she also knew then to never expect less anymore. ".....I said to him as well....that I wasn't sorry that I called him even if it costs me my life....I truly wasn't." She revealed, not finding it so hard anymore to speak, not when some of her words wanted so badly to be out. "Such a selfish thing to say," she mutters, aware of how it must have hurt him. She shakes her head, "But that's what I truly felt--and me being tired doesn't change that either." She mumbled, almost in a whisper 

"And what do you truly feel?"

She finally find herself still. Answer already known but yet to be said. "...That I want to love him..." 

Damian smiled seeing her, it wasn't so often that he'd see the kind of moment. He thought of Jason, that he'd be stunned if he saw her the way she was......so gentle, almost devastated as she laid her hands on her face, in a voice so quiet that it sounded like she was talking to herself, confessing it, "I want to love him." Jason will break, the thought amuses him, but he doesn't deny that he feels so much gladness for his brother. 

She had declare those words before she left, but speaking it out loud, even when so quietly, it left her breathless.....yet she could breathe easily again. 

Continuing to go back to her work, at least slowly, she thinks of it, that there was her clarity. Already there in her. 

With a child and by baking, she got a hold of herself. How ridiculous and lucky she felt.

Morning came and came again and it was the same. But today was new, rather her words are. Y/N placed his hand that she was holding onto her forehead, her eyes closed. ".....Come back to.....to me," she breathes, holding their hands firmer. "Be here and I'll love you." Heart on edge, the way it has been ever since she left, and it became more, now that she was speaking of her truth again. It didn't matter if he was hearing her or not. Then she kissed his hand, "I want to love you."

She laid her head down, eyes still on him, "Let me love you." 

"I'm not going anywhere." 

"I'm not going anywhere, too. So, come back to me." 

It was all or nothing.

And it was everything when she saw his eyes again. It was everything when they were in each other's arms, everything when she saw he didn't want to let go, it was everything.

Even when they didn't speak of anything as they had their dinner together, it was still everything. All that she was, was glad that he came back. Even when there was still something lingering in the air that makes to their puzzle a missing piece, she left it be. Letting it rest for now.

Walking to his room didn't feel heavy anymore and it didn't feel so as well anymore to see him sleep, the door always opened then. She strode to the windows and opened the curtains quietly, revealing the sun still yet to rise. Leaning the side of her body on the glass, she could finally look away from him without worry, to look at flowers and sky without nothing but rest in her heart.

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His eyes closing to show nothing but the dark and left nothing to lean on was fucking terrible. But to open his eyes and was met by her being there? Oh, it was incomparable.

The pain on his body still there, he moved a little a few times before settling on the headboard, looking at her, the morning shine of the sun surrounding his room. He knew that she knew that he was awake, but neither of them spoke yet. He just stared at her, it had been a while since a view so peaceful came before him, he wanted to take it in.......he needed it.

"What a sight."

How long is he gonna stare at me?

Then she surprises him, "Darling, are you just gonna stare at me or you're going to greet me good morning?" How he fucking missed that tone. And he could see her damn smile from where he was, he laughs. The want to turn around just to see his face while he laughed, was so much bad.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jason challenged and she shakes her head while laughing quietly as well, still not facing him. Their laughter soon died down, he breaks the silence before it could be placed.

"How are you?" He asked. Even when the answer he could get was not good, he needed to know, he expected the worst anyway but what he got was so much better. One that he doubts he deserve.

Breathing out a smile as she continued to stare down from above, "Better," she mumbles. Turning to walk and sit beside him, "Better, now that you're here." 

Now that he was here.....he didn't need to think of what that meant and he rather not think of it, too. "What'd you do while I was out?" That what's he rather think of, Alfred's words, he doesn't doubt it but he wants to hear it from her. The high of it. 

Y/N scoffs, laughing, "I think you already know, Mr," she tips her head, leaning back on the chair. "But if you insist-" she said before he could speak again, she grinned. "I stayed with you, helped Al take care of you, I baked once every other day in the second week, hoping you wake up soon...I think Damian and Bruce will have a sweet tooth soon." She tells, her eyebrows furrowing on the last part and chuckling a little; thinking of how the two were more than inclined to eat her pastries whenever she offered them.

Jason laughs, how pleasant it was to her ears, even when it was little. How it struck her when she saw his smile. Her eyes were easy to read, Jason had always find it so, it was the first thing he noticed when he first saw her—he's seeing them again, he doesn't turn away this time. His gaze doesn't weaken her anymore, looking at them closed for a long while, wanting to see the blue in them, that's what it did to her. Instead she leaned forward and reached out to hold his hand, "How are you?"

He doesn't miss a beat. "Shit."

Y/N laughs, "I'm sure."

She stood up, their hands still together. "Should I bring your breakfast here?"

"I want to eat with them"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"Help me bathe." He still didn't miss a beat. 

Jason wasn't sure if he understood himself well right now. He accepts her help easily, asks for her of it just as easily but uttering an ask of his own desiring need was difficult. Well, he supposed that was probably normal, but he thinks of what went in his mind for him to ask of what he asked of her. The difficulty of asking his said needs—he found out that it equates to the difficulty of bearing the fluttering touches of her fingers across his body. He thought that he ought to pay more heed to his own words. 

Damn mouth always talking before thinking..

Her, however.....she found herself eager more than she should be when he asked of what he asked; surprised that he'd utter such a request, she could only hope that it wasn't shown. 

Of course, that doesn't mean she wouldn't have to breathe from her mouth while she began to take his shirt off, hands quite trembling as it was revealing his scarred body. 

......God...

Jason's eyes stared down at hers just as she tossed his shirt on the floor, he watches her eyes go down slowly, her hands trailing his arms. Eyes roaming his marks and scars, fingers grazing them, she felt the chill that went through him, she chuckles. "How it didn't cross my mind that you'd be what you are or whatever one can think of, even after seeing these, it blows my mind," that got a grunt of laugh from him, she continued her exploring. "But...I suppose it must have been that I was too distracted by you." She smiled then as she looks back to him, hands coming up to cup his face. 

His smug smirk on him, she missed seeing it. "You been thinking too much of me." A cat or a dog, whatever animal for all he could think of—he doesn't know, what he does know is that he loved his face to be held, to be held by her. 

Quite the detective.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but tone unchanging, "Yes, how very observant." 

He leans down, closing on their distance, he deadpan. "You aren't." 

"Oh, fuck you." She took her hands back and scoffed. Taking one step back away from him, flicking his forehead all the while. 

He laughs but he didn't want her to go away so easily; he took her wrist and swiftly pulled her closer to him, snaking his right arm on her waist. Surprised and not, at the same time, she glared. "I hate you." 

Jason only hums, locking their hands, looking dazed as he stared at her, from his eyes that were looking lazy, she finds herself weakening again. Y/N tiptoes slightly to meet their foreheads, "Jay," she called softly, almost him out. He only hums again while he closes his eyes, making her laugh. "So what now?" 

He blinks, then grinned. "You're welcome to stare-" 

"Oh my god," she burst out laughing, her head thrown back. While she continued to laugh, she stared at him in disbelief and humor as he just stood there, still holding her. "Go!" Her loud voice echoed, gesturing her free hand for him to go in already in the bathtub. 

A rumble from his chest goes as he let go of her and she turned around, hearing him take off his remaining clothes, "Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head as she went to get a few things they need. When she heard the sound of water moving, she turned back around to see him in under the bubbling water. 

"You-" she emphasized when she glared down at him, "are such a menace." She finished as she sat down on the edge of the tub, right beside him. 

"You enjoy it." 

"And you're lucky I do." 

That humming of his will be the end of her, "I am lucky, aren't I?" 

She smiled, her hands reaching out to him—he leans in even before it touches him, one on his chin and the other on his forehead, brushing his hair gently. "I suppose we both are lucky." 

Jason could only agree so little but he didn't say otherwise, breaking off their comfort with his trivial thoughts would be too much of a loss. Doubts came seeping again. The welcoming heat of the water manages to slow them down as Y/N began to soak his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp, it helped so greatly. He closed his eyes, trusting to be lost in her care again. 

While she started to clean his hair, silence was welcomed. Had their hearts been so ever calm when they were with each other? His mind becoming a blank canvas, it was never been. 

Just as she finished with his hair, she went on to soap her own hands before spreading them to his back, firm but gently still. Jason gripped the edge of the tub as her hands continued to explore on his skin and with her finding it too enjoyable as she can feel him tense under her touch. 

She then stood up and sat again but facing him this time. While his eyes were now open, staring at her, she ignored it and stayed her attention on to his body, rather, it was much more easier than to meet his eyes that she can feel that has intensity in it—the one that always took her strength. 

His wounds that was so hard to miss, they were dry and now became scars, her hand went from his right shoulder, trailing it all down to where he was shot at. Sighing as she stopped her hand on his arm, "Does it still hurt?" 

"I wouldn't ask you to do this if it didn't." 

Y/N huffed, "Yes, I'm aware but I'm sure you could have bore it." She continued her doing. 

And lose the chance to let her take care of him? To not feel it? Jason doesn't think so. "But I wanted you to, anyway." He was beginning to like the fact that she was intentionally looking away from his eyes. 

"Mhmm," she uttered, focused on scrubbing his arms and to his shoulders. When she asked for a prayer to see his eyes again, she didn't mean for them to be teasing her this much. 

Her hands found their way to his neck and down to his chest, "You're staring," she spoke, hoping for him to stop. 

And how could he? "Why wouldn't I?" 

Y/N gasped when an arm locked on her waist, feeling the warm and soapy water against the thin fabric of her dress, immediately throwing a warning stare at him, "Shut your mouth." 

It didn't faze him and instead held her tighter, leaning up closer to her. "Shut me up then." Greedy and indeed spoiled is what he became because of her, for even when they were already near each other, he wanted to be more closer.

Her breath hitched at his words, a lump forming in her throat as they gazed at each other. There was so much in his eyes, just so much. She heard....she sees it as an ask....him finally asking her. Possibly the one she had been waiting for.

....I can't...

But even so, she instead closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his, breathing out faintly. 

Not like this.

Jason heard her, his lips curved a little as he closed his eyes as well.

Not yet.

It seems like she wasn't the only one waiting anymore.

Y/N pulled away from him with a quite fallen look on her as he stared at him, but she sees him with a little smile on him, even his eyes. Just like that, it went away and was replaced with a mellow smile. 

There she is. 

A hand crept to the side of his face, letting out a chuckle, "Such a bold request for someone that's already been taken care of, your grace." 

There's my girl. 

Jason smirked and gave a nudge with his hold on her, "I am but a needy man," 

Muttering a small 'ha!' as she nods, "Indeed you are." Then she gently rakes her fingers on his fallen hair. The ask she was offered gave her the courage to do what she wanted to do, what she could give him for now. She touches her lips against his forehead, to both of his cheeks and close to his lips—lingering them there for more than they both could bear. 

Drowning him would just have been the same once he felt her kiss him more than once, let alone so close to his lips. 

What starvation can do to a man. 

Fucking hell. 

"You trying to kill me?" His fingers squeezed her waist as he spoke, earning him a flinch from her and he grinned.

She glared at him and to his demise, she grabbed his arm that was holding her in place and took it off of her, rather little difficult it was, by the way, still teasing her. "You asked for it, my darling, and you shall receive." Answered her simply as if she didn't see what it did to him. Serves his ass right. And began to rinse the soap from his body with the warm water. As she finished washing him, well, at least his upper body. She held her back and laid her hands on his shoulder. 

"How do you suppose we should do next?" 

"Well, you could-" 

"Don't. " She covered his mouth and pursed her own lips to stop her laughs, eyes closed as she shook her head. Thinking that she should have known better. Jason's chest rumbled with chuckles as he watched her laugh.

Then she stood up, his soaked arm went for her but she stopped it with the flick of her hand. "Go clean the rest of yourself, you shit. I'll fix your clothes and be back."

Y/N heard a little of his laugh as she went out from the bathroom, in doing so with a smile of her own as she mutters a few words of annoyance to him.

Jason had a smile as the water took over him.

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"You are a child. The water is all over the floor because of your hair." Spoke Y/N as Jason went out from the bathroom, walking to him with a towel in her hands.

"I only had one towel, unless I should have walked out without it and-"

His words were muffled when Y/N covered his face with the towel, and began to dry him off. "Unbelievable, you fucking annoy me," she curses.

Jason huffed, sneaking his arms on her waist to pull her closer. He can still see the annoyed look on her even when his eyes were covered. "You enjoy it, you enjoy it, you enjoy it," he chanted and finally was met by her again. With a grin to match her flattened lips that was twitching, itching to smile, he leaned his face down. "You enjoy it."

Unfazed, the urge to smile had gone away, she just hummed and leaned away from him while she continued to dry his hair, her hand going down from his neck to his chest after as there were still some water going down on him. Jason watched her as she gazed at his scarred body again as she finished drying him off, the towel now on his hand, the trailing of her fingers shuddering him. He chuckles, "They're not that fascinating, sweetheart."

"I beg to differ, your grace," She looked up to him, all the while her hands came up to his face, her head tilted with a still nonchalant expression but Jason saw the ardor in them. He wants to swim in it.

"I could get used to you calling me that."

"I'm sure you do, and you should already dress up. I think breakfast has begun." She said and Jason nods, dropping a peck on her forehead before freeing her out of his grasp.

They walked down the stairs after he got ready, while she waited for him to be done. Jason can't find himself to regret taking their time together as indeed, breakfast had already started and they were all there. Even when he saw their teasing gazes as they walked in the room, as annoying it was, he doesn't regret it. Instead he shook their stares with a grin that was starting to form while they went to their seats.

The morning wasn't so dull anymore.

💌🖋️: Jason the rizzler. HE'S HIMMMMMMM 😩😩😩😩😩

It took me a while to post this here, I'M SORRY YALLJSKFJSDKSKW

As you all believe so, we are one chapter away for the story to finish and rest assured that i will deliver it rightfully to you, to us. So of course, writing it will take a while and I promise for it to pay off. thank you always for reading and take care!!! 💗💗💌 ^^

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Can we have hcs where Jason and the reader return unconscious and badly injured to the mansion after a mission, and when Jason wakes up find that the reader is in a coma due to the severity of their injuries?

His memory was so fuzzy, and his head was in so much pain, Jason couldn't fully recall the memories of what had transpired the night before. You'd both been on your mission together, although things hadn't gone as planned. He could remember you falling unconscious before him, as he did his best to fight off the remaining enemies surrounding you, although he believes at some point he collapsed beside you. That was how Slender had discovered the two of you, and that's how you'd been brought home.

Jason's body felt like he was being weighed down as he slowly regained consciousness the next day, his body sore, his mind blank and out of it, although one thought permeated all of that, and that thought was you. He tried to jump up, tried to run and find you, but everyone told him to rest easy, to take it slow, and nobody would let him up. He begged to know how you were and if you were alright, and as everyone else exchanged nervous glances, he was informed that you'd been diagnosed as in a coma due to the severity of injuries from the mission. Jason felt himself collapsing back at the news, his body slack as the reality of the situation settled in on him. You'd been diagnosed with a coma, and he was unable to do anything about it. 

Jason blamed himself, really. He had been unable to protect you, and if he had been able to then maybe you wouldn't be unconscious right now as your body fought so hard to recover from the trauma it endured. When he was able to, he visited you. Sat beside you, cuddled up to you, held your hands, pressed kisses to your body. You were still alive, he'd have to regularly remind himself. You're still alive, and you're recovering, you're breathing, you're surviving. He'd have to keep reminding himself of those things, otherwise, his mind would slip into the fear that maybe one day you won't wake up. That you'll stay in this form, that one day you might pass on and he'll never get to hear that voice of yours again, get a kiss from you, a hug, a smile, anything at all. Jason did his best to remain optimistic during your recovery period, because if he didn't... He'd be swept with the fear that those thoughts of his might come true.