#having a jason & rose moment. sorry (lie).

[roseworth]

Jason was pretty sure Rose was a bad influence on him. He rarely ever drank if he wasn’t with Rose. 

Then again, Rose rarely ever killed if she wasn’t with him. So he was probably a worse influence on her.

“’m not even drunk,” Rose slurred, hands fumbling for her drink. “You’re the one that’s drunk.”

“No ‘m not,” Jason muttered. “Not even feelin’ anything.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah.”

She took a long drink from the can, then dropped it on the floor. He felt like the room was spinning as he watched the can roll away from them. She lounged down on the couch, laying across his legs with a grin. 

“That was my… eighth drink,” she announced proudly. “How ‘bout you?”

Jason looked at his can. He was pretty sure he was working on his fourth, but he was already nearly as drunk as her. “Dunno,” he answered. He leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, listening to the sound of Rose cracking open another can.

“You… you should slow down,” he said. “Not good for you.”

His concern was rewarded with a pillow thrown at his head. “What are you, my mom?”

She laughed at her own joke. He laughed, too. It wasn’t very funny.

“You wanna hear somethin’ funny?” Rose snickered, her voice lowering like she was telling a secret. “Slade doesn’t know sign language.”

“That’s not funny,” Jason replied.

“I know. Pisses me off,” she huffed. “He’s the reason Joe can’t talk, and he… won’t even learn how to listen to him.”

Jason grunted in response. Rose took it as an invitation to continue her drunken ramble.

“I think he… he doesn’t love me,” she mumbled. “Or Joey. Or anyone. He loves the idea that he’s capable of love. But he’s not.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” She sat up quickly, then her head immediately fell onto his shoulder. “Your turn.”

“What?”

“It’s opening up time. Your turn.”

Jason snorted. “I don’t remember agreeing to opening up time.”

“Too bad, ’s happening,” she said. “Gimme a Bruce secret.”

“No secret to tell,” he said. “He’s an annoying, self-righteous cunt. But everyone knows that.”

She groaned and elbowed his side. “Nope. Dig deep, say somethin’ real.”

He pursed his lips, then let his head fall forward. He would blame the alcohol in the morning. He would say it didn’t actually bother him, it was just the alcohol talking.

“He’s still looking for an explanation,” Jason said quietly after a beat. “He’s still trying to figure out how I came back.”

“Oh.”

“Dunno what he’s looking for,” he continued. “I think he, uh, he thinks it’s not me. Or that I came back wrong, or something. He thinks there’ll be some… some answer for why I’m like this that he can blame.”

“What do you think?” Rose asked softly.

Jason thought Bruce was right. He thought that if Bruce found something, it would prove that he was never supposed to come back, or that he was just some horrible distortion of what he used to be. 

It was why he never tried to figure it out. He had decided it was better to have the question hanging over his head than the answer. 

“I think he’s an ass,” Jason answered, throwing his head back and taking a lot swig. “It doesn’t matter.”

Rose didn’t reply, just took another sip of her drink. 

“I’m done with trying to get my own father to understand me,” Jason said.

“Yeah, me too,” Rose replied.

They were both lying. Neither of them called each other out on it.

“You talked to your brother recently?” Jason asked.

“No comment,” she said. “You talked to yours?”

“Which one?”

“Any.”

“Nope.”

She snorted. “We suck.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice that we suck in the same ways, though,” Rose laughed. “That’s prolly why we don’t have any other friends.”

“We’ve got Eddie,” Jason pointed out, grabbing another drink as Rose finished the last of hers.

“Eddie’s dead.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Rose tossed her empty can on the floor and sighed. “I think you’re a bad influence on me,” she said.

Jason took a sip from his can and raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t talk about my feelings with anyone else.”

“I think talking about your feelings is supposed to be a good thing.”

“Not for me,” she insisted. “We should stop hanging out.”

“Probably.”

Neither of them moved.

“What was your mom like?” Jason asked out of the blue. The room was still spinning around him. He took another sip to see if it would make it better.

“Nice try,” Rose responded, all humor gone from her face.

“I thought it was opening up time.”

“Opening up time is over,” she said. “Unless you want to talk about your mommy issues, in which case go ahead.”

“No thanks.”

“Thought so,” she scoffed. 

They fell into silence again. Jason finished his drink and set the can down next to him. Rose rubbed her eyepatch with a frown.

“Does it hurt?” Jason asked.

“My eye? Only when I think about it.”

“How much do you think about it?”

“I told you opening up time is over.”

He frowned at her for a moment, then looked down at the floor. “Well, I can still feel the crowbar, sometimes,” he said. “He got a few good hits in, the worst was right where my spine meets my neck.” He reached a hand up and slowly grazed his fingers over where the scar should be. “Still feel it when I move too fast.”

Rose was silent. Jason could feel her stare digging into the side of his head. He didn’t look up; he didn’t want to know how she was looking at him.

“That sucks,” she said finally. 

He wasn’t sure why, but there was something hilarious about that. He broke into a fit of laughter. “Yeah, it does,” he grinned.

She started laughing too. “My eye hurts most when I try to think about what came before I worked with Slade,” she giggled. “Last time I talked to Roy, I had to leave after like 30 seconds because it hurt like the knife was cutting it out again.”

That wasn’t funny at all. They were both laughing until they couldn’t breathe.

They were definitely bad influences on each other. 

Neither of them seemed to notice.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do the Batfam with a Teen Former black Widow ( sorry English isn't my first language)

Sure can do! Such a cool idea.

Summary: (Y/N) is a former Black Widow.

Warnings: mentions of the training, killings, is this a character study?,

(Y/N) woke up with a gasp. Another nightmare. Another night of remembering people he has killed. And another night of listening to Dreykov and Madame B.

Another night of near breakage. (Y/N) sighed, removing the covers. He sat up and went to his cupboard to retrieve the cigarettes he stashed. Alfred and some other members were against him smoking, but he wasn't even chain smoker.

He only smoked when he was really stressed out. Or when he couldn't really sleep and was plagued with nightmares. It was still weird for (Y/N) to have a supposed normal life.

More so, with Batman and the Robins.

He took the pack and the lighter next to it and opened the window. He climbed out and sat down on the roof. It was a chilly autumn night and the chill of the air felt great against (Y/N)'s overheated skin.

He took a cigarette, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He used his left hand to guard the flame. Taking a drag, his eyes wondered over the darkness. He squinted at the dark, exhaling the smoke out.

He has killed Dreykov and he destroyed the Red Room. He got rid of the person who nearly broke him. He got rid of the symbol that he carried.

But it is still something that is heavy on him. The Black Widow symbol and the Black Widow moniker is something that he will carry to his grave.

He took a long drag, closing his eyes. (Y/N) still remembers the training. Ballet, acrobatics... Weapons and martial arts... (Y/N) exhaled, opening his eyes.

He was thankful that he killed Dreykov. He couldn't lie and he had to honest. It was... A bittersweet moment. He got his revenge, he got the revenge for the regiment and training he went through... But Dreykov never faced justice for what he did to all of them. And by justice, he meant going in front of a judge, jury and the executioner.

He always like the sound of it. Judge, jury and the executioner. That's what he turned into when he killed Dreykov. He judged him, he gave him the decision and he executed him.

Well that is irony.

(Y/N) chuckled quietly, letting the smoke out. It was fitting.

Dreykov's best soldier, one of the most feared assassins in Russia, the weapon that both Madam B and Dreykov had created. Although nearly broken, he persevered.

He survived.

Only 1 in 20 children survive the brutal regiment and (Y/N) rose out of those other 19 children.

He closed his eyes once more. He recently got into ballet. Ballet is something that was ingrained into him, something that is, well, was used to make them unbreakable. Repat, repeat and repeat.

But despite it all, his passion returned. Bruce was supportive of it and said that if it makes him feel better, he should go for it.

(Y/N) finished up the cigarette and climbed back into his room. He didn't expect to find Bruce, sitting on his bed.

" Hi. " (Y/N) said, making Bruce chuckle.

" I'm not going to say anything about your smoking. " Bruce said, making (Y/N) nod.

" I'm here to talk to you about... Well, I'm going to be blunt. I think you need to go to therapy. Before you say anything, " Bruce said, raising his hand, " I know. But she is loyal and she will take your conversations to the grave. " Bruce said.

" I know. But the Black Widow part of me died when you freed me from the brainwashing. Sure, I will carry the name and the symbol to the grave, but that part of me died. I burnt that part of me. " (Y/N) said, looking at Bruce before looking away.

" I appreciate the thought, but I burnt it. When I destroyed the Red Room I burnt the Black Widow part. " (Y/N) said more securely, looking Bruce directly in the eyes.

" Alright. If you ever change your mind, just let me know. " Bruce said.

(Y/N) nodded, but he knew he didn't need it. He had his family. Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian.

His brothers.

Even Alfred was there.

He knew that with their help, he will heal.

[forlornmelody]

Bury A Friend: Chapter 1 --Thinking About The Things That Are Deadly

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence.)

Fandom: DC Comics

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Eventual Roy/Rose/Jason

Summary:  Falling in love with her intended target's best friend is bad enough. But then Rose starts crushing on Roy Harper himself.

Note: This is a sequel to Three Robins Rose Has Kissed And the One Who Kissed back. I highly recommend you go read it before this one.

They come without warning. Not that they really need to warn Rose. She sees them coming the night before, mid-makeout session with Jason when the vision hits her. “Sorry dude, not in the mood tonight.” Leaving Jason on the bed, she stumbles over to the shower. “You uh, can find Roy if you want. I don’t mind.” 

“Rose? You okay?” His cheeks still flush from her attention earlier, his voice slightly strained. Jason’s eyebrows crease as he studies her. He’s so worried he almost looks pissed off. 

Is she ever okay? “I’m fine.” Rose almost kicks Jason out of his own room for the night, but then she realizes she might not ever get to hear his heartbeat again. “We can cuddle later.” Jason opens his mouth to call her on her bluff, but he thinks better of it. 

“Enjoy your shower,” he says sullenly as the door shuts behind him. 

Rose scrubs her skin raw as if she can wash the tension away. But it does nothing for her. Neither does the jill off. Fuck. Why tomorrow? 

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It’s one of those airy cafes, with the hanging plants, white tablecloths, and the wine bottle already on the table. Rose would find it extremely romantic if it weren’t for the finality of all of it. She did consider breaking up with Jason first. Maybe it would soften the blow of losing her? But then she saw a vision of him losing her back-to-back. She can’t do that to him. She can’t even bring herself to break his heart once. But there’s no avoiding it, is there? 

Rose made her bed. Now she has to lie in it. 

The moment comes after the waiter takes their order. Rose doesn’t even read the menu. Just spends the fleeting seconds memorizing everything in Jason’s face–his blue eyes that sometimes seem green, the scar on his left temple, his sardonic grin–the way he purses his lips as he gives his order.

“Miss?”

“Oh, uh. I’ll have what he’s having.”

“I gotta use the restroom, okay?” Rose leans in for a kiss, and Jason tilts his head toward hers with a smile, only to grin wider when she steals a kiss from his lips instead of his cheek. 

“See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against hers and squeezing her elbow. 

Rose wills her eye to stay dry as she hurries away as casually as she can muster. “Goodbye,” she whispers to herself. 

She gets just past the restroom door when the bag slips over her head. “Original, aren’t you?”

Two sets of hands haul her into a van and slide the door closed. Rose considers putting up a fight, but what would be the point? She can’t put this off any longer. The van squeals, rocks, and lurches forward and screeches to a halt–Rose tracks the twists and turns, out of habit more than anything. 

They haul her out of the van, and into a cold, musty building. Older. Probably would fail an asbestos test by the smell of things. The floor scrapes with chipped paint on concrete. Older and abandoned. These goons–whoever they are–shove Rose into a cold chair that creaks with her weight. Finally, they cuff her wrists and release their hold on her. And then they yank the bag off of her head. 

Rose hisses at the bright light. 

“Wilson.” There’s a steel table in front of her, and on the other side is a silhouette in a tailored suit. 

“Sure you got the right one? My dad’s kind of an assho–”

They shove her face first into the table. Her nose cracks, and blood pools from her nose onto the steel. It would be kind of pretty if it weren’t for the searing pain in her skull. 

“You had one objective: Eliminate Roy Harper–Code Name: Arsenal.” The lady clicks her tongue. “Instead, we find you involved with his partner, Jason Todd–Code name Red Hood.”

Those nerds really need to be more discreet. Fuck. She’s never going to see them again. Is she? They grab Rose by her hair, yanking her up to face a woman with platinum blonde curls framing her immaculate face. “You have three days. Do not disappoint me again.” The bag goes back over her head.

—-

Rose has never really considered killing herself. She’s died enough times to know that death is really overrated. If anything, Rose tries to avoid dying. Which makes this really unfair. 

Oh sure, Rose can think of a dozen different ways to kill Roy Harper as he cooks them french toast. “You gonna help me with this or are you just gonna stare at my ass all morning?” Roy says without even turning to look. There’s a reason Rose’s employer sent her after him. Despite all his cute-but-dumb energy–Roy Harper is a lot smarter than he lets on. 

“It’s a nice ass,” Rose flirts back without missing a beat. 

That makes Roy turn. “Oh? I thought you preferred Jason’s.” The sun catches his mussed hair in a fiery glow and turns his green eyes amber. 

Rose rolls her eyes. “Everyone likes Jason for his thighs, dumbass.”

“I’m sitting right here, guys.”

Rose drops her glass of orange juice, and Roy snickers as he catches it. “Jealous, Jay Bird?”

“Hardly,” Jason catches his eyes in a way that flips Rose’s stomach. Focus. 

Rose can already see the kitchen burning down, so she joins Roy, turning down the heat before the bacon grease catches fire. Cooking is one thing she learned from her mother, though their breakfasts looked a whole lot different than this. She wonders what her mother would say about her shacking up with the Outlaws.

Too much like your father, Xia. Find yourself a nice boy. Or girl. I don’t care. Just as long as they bring out the best in you.

Lillian Worth would definitely not think of this as Rose’s best. Sorry, mom.

As for her father?

Whatever, Rose. Just don’t get knocked up. Or knocked out.

Slade Wilson was one to talk. Didn’t he have a custody battle with Bruce Wayne at one point? Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not gonna live long enough to make you a grandad. 

—-

Either way, Rose loses. If she doesn’t kill Roy, she dies. If she does? She kills Jason’s best friend. Her best friend. 

Though, if Rose is to be honest with herself, he might be more than Jason’s best friend. More than her best friend.

The following night, she’s sandwiched between them on the couch, not paying attention to the movie Jason picked out. And Rose is pretty sure Roy isn’t either. He’s fallen asleep, his head pressed against her shoulder like it’s a fucking pillow. It would be pretty easy to whip out her knife and open him up ear to ear. But his breath stirs the skin on her collarbone-sending goosebumps and then some all over her body and between her legs. 

As soon as the credits roll, Rose presses Jason against his own door, tearing at his clothes, pulling at his lips with her teeth. She needs him closer; she needs him closer now. 

“Not that I’m complaining…but you okay?” Jason manages to take Rose by the arms, holding her at arm’s length. His blue eyes search hers.

“Movie really got me going.” She leans forward, trying to catch his lips again. 

“Blood and guts really turn you on, huh?” 

“Oh yeah. Why do you think I carry a sword?”

Jason doesn’t buy it. He knows Rose too well by now. But he also sees the desperation in her eyes–the fire searing through her skin. “Please, Jay. I need you.” She needs Roy out of her head.

“Kay, but we’re talking about this after.”

“Mmhm.” Rose pulls him close again, fully intending to put their mouths to other uses. 

Jason turns them, so she’s pressed against the door. He trails kisses down her neck, and Rose bites her lip, thinking about how Roy’s lips would feel on her skin. She winds her fingers into his hair, trying not to think about tangling them in red curls. He peels her hands away from his head, pressing them back against the door so he can undo the buttons on her shirt and kiss down her bare collarbone in peace. 

Rose hears Roy’s footsteps down the hall, biting her lip as she imagines him walking toward Jason’s room and overhearing them. The thought sends warm shivers down her spine–making every one of Jason’s kisses spark down her abdomen. His lips linger on her hip, and Rose swallows a moan, imagining Roy pausing by the door and blushing as red as his hair. Jason bites her skin, drawing her attention back to him, and she catches the knowing look in his eyes. But does he really know what she’s thinking?

The thought makes her blush, and her heart pound. Part of Rose wants Jason to find out. For him to get angry-to have him take her harder, make her his. That’s when Jason’s tongue finds her clit. “Oh fuck.”

“Mm?” Jason asks, but already knows the answer. Or thinks he does. 

God, she really should stop this line of thought, but the fantasy has already taken hold. Roy on the other side of the door, listening to her moans and whimpers. His own breath getting ragged like hers, pressing his ear to the door as his hands quickly undo his belt. Rose gasps as Jason’s tongue traces her labia. Her mind imagines Roy grunting and slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, palming his hardening erection. She holds onto the doorknob for dear life, her knees trembling. 

Jason pats her thighs soothingly, taking her thighs over his shoulders. His fingers slip inside her easily, pumping her in and out. Roy, in her daydream, is sliding to the floor as he pumps himself just on the other side of the door. Rose bites her lip to keep from saying Roy’s name as she trembles around Jason’s fingers.

[mysticalrambling]

Hi this is mine request, y/n and chris (evans) are married and the have 2 kids, Emma and Jason, and y/n takes Emma to get there nails and hair done they have a girls day , while the boys a a boys day at home, and when y/n and Emma comes home, the boys have cooked dinner for the girls and later that night the have a family movie night, in matching pyjama's

A/N: I loved the plot line and I was happy to write about it. This is what I came up with and I might have added a few more things to the plot line. I love dad Chris Evans and I would love to write more about him. Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think about it.

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Family Time (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master list)

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

Summary: dad! Chris Evans x reader. Chris and the reader spends the whole day with their family. They enjoy the free day with their children and enjoy every moment of it.

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Having two kids was a bittersweet experience for the two of you as they were close in age so they fought a lot. It could be over the simplest of things such as who will eat in which bowl or who will cuddle with daddy at night. Emma and Jason loved each other to death but Jason being the elder was sometimes a little too stubborn. The one thing that always came as a shock to Chris’s family was that your son was a total daddy’s boy and vice versa for your daughter. Your family was always a little different from the others and you loved it.

“Mommy, Jacey pulled on my hair and threw my dollies to the ground.” Fat tears poured down her baby blue eyes as she jumped on your shared bed, effectively waking you both up. Chris just groaned and buried his head in the soft pillows and hands placed on his ears. You didn’t blame him, you both were up pretty late last night because Jason had a severe stomach ache. But he was okay now, considering he was busy annoying his younger sister.

“I will scold him but can you lie down with daddy now so I could freshen up and make you guys breakfast.”

“But I want to stay with you-,” she began to protest and you quickly silenced her by promising a girls only day.

“Besides, you don’t want to cuddle with daddy?” Chris growled playfully and started tickling your three and a half year old daughter. Taking this as your cue to leave, you went to the washroom. Meanwhile, Jason also joined the two of them in bed and lazed around for the whole morning, You prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs that was your family’s favorite breakfast and put out some dog food for Dodger.

“I want dad to feed me today.” Your five year old son declared when Emma sat on Chris’s lap to be pampered by him.

You sensed a fight heading towards the dining room and you quickly tried to diffuse the situation. “You are going to spend the whole day with your father today so let him feed Emma, please.” He huffed out a fine and you cut his pancakes in to little pieces.

“I am thinking of taking James to do some grocery shopping and then spend the whole day at home.” Chris was free today because his shooting does not start until Monday and he wanted to spend as much time possible with his family before he gets busy. He always hated being apart from you guys and would feel bad if he missed out an important step in his children’s life because of his career. You guys were truly blessed to have him in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I will get them both ready for the day and then we can all get on with our day.” Pecking him on the lips, you took the kids to your room and Chris went to clean the dishes.

“Mommy, I don’t want to sit in the booster seat. I want to sit with you.”

“No, baby, it is not safe.” She was hell bent on her request today and you just ran out of patience. Snapping at her, you were instantly filled with guilt because tears pooled in her eyes.

“Darling, I am sorry. Babe, can you drop Emma and I at the parlor before going to the supermarket?”

“Sure. Just let me get my keys.” Sitting in the middle of two booster seats was highly uncomfortable but you would do it for your children. The whole car ride was filled with both the kids babbling about their school and day care respectively. Your husband silently made eye contact with you from the rearview mirror and you knew he was thanking you. “When should I pick you both up?”

“I’ll text you half an hour earlier.” Getting Emma out of her seat, you walked towards your favorite salon. You already knew that Emma wanted a mixture of blue and pink nail polish because colors are gender neutral. Chris always made sure that your kids never follow the obscene rules set by the society.

“We are going to have so much fun, mommy.” The little girl skipped towards the reception and stood on her tip toes to see you make the reservation.

“Baby, do you want to get a haircut as well?”

“Are you getting one?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want one as well.” The receptionist smiled at your daughter’s excitement and complimented her saying that she looked just like Chris. Emma puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, “I look like my mommy.”

“Sorry. You are a carbon copy of your mother. Now, I have you two stationed right next to each other and you have manicure first.”

On the other side, Chris sat his little boy in the trolley and marveled at how big he was slowly getting. He had decided to properly pamper his family today and an Italian dinner was just a start. One of the things that you always craved in both your pregnancies was his pasta pomodoro and he sometimes had to make it at three in the morning to satisfy your cravings.

“Daddy, can I get some cookies?”

“Yes, but only one because we don’t want you to have stomach ache.” Chris quickly finished the grocery shopping and then went in to Cartier. Pampering his girls was his top most priority today so he had already ordered a bracelet for you with all of the family’s birth stones engraved in it, He also ordered the same exact bracelet for his baby girl just in a smaller size. Emma always wanted the same exact things as her mother and Chris always tried to fulfill her wish.

“Can we get them some pretty flowers, as well?” Quickly, he wiped all the cookie crumbles from Jason’s face and agreed with him. They decided on getting them some pink roses because you both loved them.

The moment they arrived at the house, they quickly got to cooking but Chris made sure that he went no way near the stove. He was given the task to open up the spaghetti packet and picking out the red carrots.

Meanwhile, you both got your nails done with you opting for a bright yellow colour. Chris’s favorite colour. You got your hair cut in square layers while Emma just got a nice trim for her dirty blonde hair. Both the kids had inherited Chris’s hair and eyes but the nose and the smile was all you. During the whole time, you and your daughter talked about anything and everything. She talked about the cute boy in her daycare and how she wanted to be his friend but she got a whole circus running around in her tummy.You just chuckled and thought to not tell Chris because he will freak out and bully that poor boy.

After about two hours, Chris and James came to pick you both up and the whole way back, both the kids kept bickering with each other. The moment you opened the front door to your house, your favorite aroma hit you and a blissful sigh escaped your lips. “Have I told you this new look suits you a lot?” Your husband took you in a backside hug while both your munchkins ran towards the dining room.

“Just like a thousand times from the moment you picked us up. Is this dinner a hint?”

“Well, it’s true and maybe it is.” You kissed him slowly on the lips because the prospect of another kid was exciting to say the least.

“Daddy, I want the pasta!” Emma screamed from across the hallway and you both made your way towards them. The dining was all set and the kids were already sitting at their assigned places with their plastic forks in hand. Chris quickly served the food and you all got to eating. Dodger was sitting by your chair and happily munching on his food. Making silent eye contact with your husband, you guys silently agreed on having another kid. You were thrilled.

They all went to their rooms and came out in their matching Captain America pjs that Chris bought from Los Angeles the last time he was there for shooting. He always loved the idea of twinning with his famiily.

“We have a little surprise for you, don’t we, Jason?” The boy ran towards the living room and you all followed suit. Chris gave you a bouquet with a red long box and Jason did the same but with a smaller size to his baby sister.

The moment you saw the content in the jewelry box, tears welled up in your eyes. This was such a thoughtful gift and there was an empty place in the bracelet for a new gemstone. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I am giving you a lot of hints, here.”

“You don’t have to convince me, baby. I was thinking about this as well.”

“Then, it’s done. Baby number three of our family.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Emma jumped on Chris from the back and he immediately caught her in his arms.

“No problem, baby. Which movie do you guys want to watch?” He asked but he already knew the answer.

“Lion King!” There were a lot of things that your kids didn’t agree with but this was an exception. They were both die hard fans of Lion King.

“Aw, I thought we will watch Captain America today. But that’s okay, I guess.” He pretended to be hurt by their answer but the kids took it seriously.

“No, daddy. We love Captain America and we can watch it today.” Little hands cupped his light stubbled cheeks and Chris just smiled at his two babies. He was so lucky to have them and he could not wait for a third one.

“It’s okay, bubs. I was just kidding, We can watch it tomorrow. Today is Lion King’s day.” They all got together under the blanket and kept all the snacks on their laps. This was what Chris wanted the whole day; his whole family under his arms, happy.

“I love you.” He whispered to you while you cleaned off Emma’s sticky fingers and the drool on Jason’s chin.

“I love you, too.” You spent the whole night on that couch and somewhere in between the movie, Dodger came up and cuddled to your side. Your life was blissful and it was all because of Chris, the love of your life.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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A/N: This is just some family dribble that I wrote related to Chris Evans. I just love the idea of dad Chris. Send me some ideas related to Chris as a family man and I will be happy to write about it. Tell me if you wanted to be in the taglist.

Tag list: @maximeevansblog, @justile 

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[liquid-luck-00]

My Life is One Complication After Another

Inspired by this post by @dolphin-ghost

Happy New Year everyone

Some cursing 🤬

Ao3 ~~~ Part 1 ~~~ Next

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Marinette has always been willing to give everyone a second chance. That may have been why she still had people to consider them as her friends. That is why when Lila started yet another lie about some celebrity she, Adrien, Chloe, and Juleka were holding their laughter and rolled their eyes.

"Honest Alya I'm like this" Lila crossed her fingers "with Bruce's kids." Alya must not have recognized the name as the liar gave a small laugh "oh, right Bruce Wayne, he prefers to only go by Bruce."

"Oh my God, Girl you have got to give me an interview for my blog!" Alya lapped up the story.

"Of course" Lila smiled, then looked over at Marinette "Anything for my best friend."

At this point, Marinette wasn't paying attention to the liar. Instead Mari was talking in low voices with her actual best friend, Adrien. They sat on the very back bench and Juleka and Chloe on the bench in front of them.

That was their normal, it had been since their eighth year. Now two years later it was routine, her classmates shunned her only talking with her for class assignments. Otherwise they ignored her and that may just have been the best outcome.

She, Chloe, Juleka, Luka, and Adrien were in the park working on a photoshoot. Adrien was behind the camera while Juleka and Luka were modeling. Marinette and Chloe were changing for the next set. When they came out Mari noticed several reporters around the perimeter. Security had them handled and she focused on modeling her creation.

However this wasn't the last she saw of the reporters. They were always at the school questioning the students. What they were asking she didn't know as she was never questioned.

Three weeks of spotting and avoiding reporters, with them swarming the school she needed to get creative in order to transform. Lila was of course bathing in the limelight and attention.

Mari was the last person out of the school as she was getting the homework for her three friends who didn't come today. The first thing she noticed coming out of the courtyard was the purple limo. Her honorary uncle came to pick her up. As soon as the door closed said uncle was crushing her in a hug.

"It's Rock' n to see ya Nettie" Jagged spoke, the hug muffling his voice slightly.

"Same here Jagged," wiggling out of Jagged's hug she reached over to hug Penny. "so what's with the escort?"

"A close friend of ours wanted to meet you and He and his son's are waiting at our room," Penny explained.

"Okay..." she hesitated exiting the car to head inside "but why? Is this a commission or what?"

After a silent elevator ride, Penny hesitated at the door before speaking. "We are hoping you could clear something up actually," as she opened the door.

Mari stepped in and noticed them. The eldest looked to be around mid to late thirties, black hair and bluebell eyes, dressed in a dark charcoal suit.

The youngest of the boys seemed to be a couple years younger than her, shorter than her by a head, tanned skin, short black hair, and jade eyes. A scowl on his face partially hidden by the collar of a black peacoat and slacks as he sat on the arm chair.

A boy around her age with chin length black hair and azure eyes, a red hoodie under a grey bomber jacket and black pants. He looked like he hadn't slept in at least a week, and if how he was holding the travel mug in his hands it was probably true.

Next to him was another boy who looked a couple of years older, black messy hair about 5 cm at the longest and a white tuff in front, cerulean eyes, a brown leather jacket and distressed jeans. He seemed familiar but couldn't place it.

The last boy also had long black hair but seemed to be layered and shorter in the front, sky blue eyes, a blue varsity jacket and jeans. He would either be the eldest or second, he had a bright smile but kept shooting a glance at Fang.

Speaking of which once she was in the room and she saw him, he charged at her, knocking her over. Mari was giggling as Fang rolled over and she was lost to the world as she doted on the crocodile.

"Nettie" Penny finally managed to get her attention.

"Sorry," she stood "but if it wasn't done we wouldn't be able to talk. Hello I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng it is nice to meet you." again she smiled.

"Bruce Wayne" the man introduced himself, "and my sons. My youngest Damian." he gestured to the boy with green eyes. "Next is Tim" gesturing to the boy with the mug who rose it in acknowledgment. "Jason is the second oldest" the boy with the white tuff gave a lop sided smile. "And my eldest Dick" whose smile seemed to become brighter.

She smiled nodding at everyone before realization hit. A quick snap of her fingers before pulling out her phone, opened up her texts and started typing, ending with a quick picture of Jason.

I think I just met your idiot friend

She put away her phone. Not even a minute later another went off.

The ringing stopped once, twice, thrice, and on the fourth Jason, spoke up. "Sorry I should take this."

"Go ahead this can wait a moment." Mari smiled.

As soon as Jason answered the phone "What the hell are you doing in Paris!?" everyone heard the caller as Jason was holding the phone an arm length away.

"How did you know... you?!" it dawned on Jason.

"Guilty," she smiled. "I guess you're not as big of an idiot as Roy made you out to be."

"Hey!" Jason called before turning to the phone. "What the hell did you tell her Harper!" By now Roy was on speaker.

"You can't prove what I said, ya know," she could practically see Roy's smirk.

"Video's however," she was now smirking.

"What!!" Jason seemed to freeze.

"Bug! No!" Roy was sounding like he was going to start panicking.

"I think I have a few saved," she tapped her chin.

That was when Bruce cleared his throat. "As amusing as this is we have business to discuss."

"Talk to ya later Mari." Roy bid her farewell. "Oh and Jason don't underestimate her." the call ended.

"Okay so how do you know Roy?" Dick finally asked.

"Oh. It was at a charity ball hosted by Oliver Queen," she replied nonchalantly.

"Was it the same one where a baby elephant ended up at the event. Following you the whole time." Penny asked exasperated.

"I still don't get how you think we had anything to do with that." Marinette finally sat down. She ended up sitting on the ground leaning against the couch next to Jagged, Fang resting his head on her out stretched legs.

"I have so many questions,” Tim finally added to the conversation.

"Tt. can we stop beating around the bush already," Damian was irritated and it showed. "Are you or are you not my biological sister."

He seemed ready to pounce, unfortunately that was dangerous in Paris. Especially as she saw an akuma right outside the window. The question asked now forgotten as she focused on the corrupted butterfly.

"Nope, Nope. I am not dealing with an akuma today." she stood up. Took a deep breath and let her anger and frustrations to the surface. The smile fell from her face. "If you want a puppet have a marionette" Kwamii Adrien is rubbing off on me.

The butterfly changed targets and was heading towards her, finally gaining the other's attention. She vaulted over the couch and made a beeline to her backpack. By then the akuma was close so she tossed the backpack over to everyone and rolled out of the way.

"Glass jar, unscrew it" she called out.

"How pathetic running from a bug." Damian moved quickly to catch the butterfly but it moved and found something in his pocket. He was engulfed in purple and then he stood there in evergreen armor with golden accents. A red and yellow cape and a pitch black sword in his hand. Pocket knife, the sword is where the akuma is.

"Screw it" she turned and with two quick jabs his two arms went limp. A third knocked him to the ground.

She picked up the sword and went to Dick who was holding the jar. She took the jar, broke the sword, and went to catch the butterfly. As soon as she screwed the lid on the butterfly began to turn white.

She let out the breath she was holding as she compartmentalized her emotions yet again.

"What the fuck was that!" Jason screamed and so did Dick, minus the curse.

"Where and why do you have one of those," Jagged asked.

Finally Damian shouted "Why can I not move? What did you do?" he accused.

"Okay so the butterfly was an akuma used by Hawkmoth, Paris’ villain, to manipulate anyone with strong negative emotions. These champions or Akuma are used to attempt to retrieve magical jewels from our heroes. The jar was given to me and a few others in my class, because our class is a hot bed for akuma, by Ladybug, one of the heroes." she gave a short and simple run down. "As for Damian, those were a series of pressure points,” infused with magic to-take down people easily, "it should wear off in a few minutes."

"Teach me please!" Tim begged.

"I dunno." she started to chew her lip and shift her weight.

"Roy's warning now makes a lot more sense," Jason hummed.

"Tt. adequate," Damian muttered softly, Marinette is sure she is the only one who heard.

"Okay so where were we?" she smiled turning and sitting back down with Fang.

Next

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Taglist: @dolphin-ghost @unabashedbookworm @bookgirl14 @laurcad123 @mochegato @vixen-uchiha

[ragingbookdragon]

Aloha, PT. 3 of this piece comin' at you with supersonic speed

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She balanced the tin of cupcakes in one hand and opened the door with the other, already more than nervous as she stepped into GCPD. Some of the officers smiled and nodded at her while others merely watched as she walked up to the desk and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me,” she interrupted. “Is Commissioner Gordon here? I’d like to speak with him.”

The man’s eyes went from the cupcake tin to her face and he asked. “Can I ask what for?”

“Oh, yes, I just need to speak with him about something…involving Batman’s, uh…helpers?” she winced. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”

He cocked a brow, but shrugged and grabbed the phone, pushing a button. “Sir, you’ve got someone here to see you…no sir, she just said it dealt with Batman and the others…understood sir.” He hung the phone up. “He’ll over soon.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, and waited for the detective to arrive. When he did, she held her hand out, “Commissioner Gordon?”

He shook her hand. “Good evening, young lady. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I’m (Y/N) and um…it’s a bit complicated actually.”

“We live in a city with men and women who dress up in costumes and fight insane clowns.” He snorted. “We do complicated around here.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and nodded. “That’s fair, Commissioner Gordon.” She raised the tray of cupcakes in her hand. “This is going to be really weird, but I was wondering if I could use the spotlight to…call one of them.”

Gordon’s eyes drifted from the cupcakes to her, then back to the desserts. “You wanna use the Bat-Signal to get one of them…so you can give them cupcakes?”

Her mouth opened and closed, then she admitted, “Okay, that sounded a lot better in my head.” She sighed. “It’s not crazy, I swear but—”

“Why don’t you follow me to my office, and we can talk about this, hmm?” he asked, and she nodded.

“That sounds great, sir.” She followed close behind him to a closed-off room and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, waiting for him to sit in his chair.

“So,” he started when he sat down. “Start from the beginning of why you wanna give Batman cupcakes.”

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and she murmured, “Nightwing. I want to give them to Nightwing, actually.” He cocked a brow but said nothing and she cleared her throat. “So, the other week, Nightwing helped me out with something and to repay the debt, I made these.”

“What’d he help you with?” Gordon questioned and she played with the hem of her sweater.

“Uh, he…he, um, helped me with a um…a really embarrassing rejection.” She waved her hand. “And I sobbed like a baby on his shoulder and I just wanna give him these in return and tell him sorry for taking up his valuable time.” (Y/N)’s cheeks felt like they were on fire and she begged, “Please let me use the signal to call and I’ll leave. Promise, sir.”

Gordon watched her for a moment then he chuckled and rose from his desk. “I’ve been doing this for about forty years, and nothing has ever been this funny in my entire life.” She sighed, thinking a ‘no’ was coming and he stood beside her. “Come with me to the elevator and we’ll go up.”

(Y/N) blinked in disbelief. “Wait, what? You’re going to let me?”

“Of all the things I’ve ever had someone come in and ask for? Delivering cupcakes is a new one. And I pride myself on getting the new ones.” He smiled. “Come on.”

Not wanting to blow her chance, she hurried after him with a big smile on her face and soon she was standing next to the giant spotlight, watching it silhouette against the night sky. She waited for a moment, then asked, “So how long does this usually take?”

He grunted. “Takes longer when you ask how long it takes.”

“That makes sense,” she laughed, and someone cleared their throat behind them. Both her and Gordon startled, though his reaction was less noticeable than hers, whereas she jumped a foot in the air.

“Red Hood,” Gordon greeted, holding out a hand to shake. “Good to see you, son.”

“Good to see you as well, Commissioner Gordon.” Red Hood replied. “Big-Bat in charge sent me here to see what was going on. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Gordon said, motioning to (Y/N). “You’ve got a visitor.”

The vigilante turned to her as if finally noticing her presence and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

(Y/N) held out the cupcake tin to him. “I was wondering if you could give these to Nightwing.”

Red Hood glanced down at the cupcakes. “Why’d you make cupcakes for that jerk-off?”

She was shocked to hear such an insult and she bit out, “Well maybe because I wanted to, jerk-off.” He was probably scowling at her from behind that mask, but she wasn’t going to back down. “Nightwing did me a favor last week and I always repay my debts.” (Y/N) held out the tin again. “Will you please give these to him and tell him thank you for his pep-talk?”

Red Hood took the tin from her, asking quietly, “What’d he help you with?”

“Oh my God, why does everyone wanna know?” she griped, then exhaled through her nose. “Fine, I got rejected by a guy I’m in love with, and I boohooed like a baby on a park bench with Nightwing holding my hand like a parent to a child and being super sympathetic.” (Y/N) glared, though she appeared flustered. “Are you happy now, Red Hood?”

“Be a lot happier if you weren’t giving my brother cupcakes,” he muttered under his breath and looked at her. “Do you want the Tupperware back?”

She nodded. “Just tell him that I’ll be back at the bench on Friday this week to pick it up. Same time as the other week.”

“I’ll tell him,” Red Hood said with a rather annoyed tone and started back towards the other side of the building.

“Red Hood!” she called out and he paused, glancing back at her. “Look…I know you’re busy with other things. So…thank you for doing this. Really, I appreciate it.”

He shook his head, murmuring softly, “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N).” And he was gone.

Gordon walked over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Miss (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

She blinked and nodded, though she felt a great deal of confusion as she said, “He knew my name?”

***

Jason watched his brothers dig into the cupcakes, groaning about how good they were. He didn’t even need to eat the one he had in his hand because he knew. He knew she made the best baked goods he’d ever had, especially these ones which were her specialty. Double Dutch Chocolate Cupcakes with little pink, shimmering pearls. She put them on because she thought they were cute.

He glanced down at the cupcake in his hands, asking, “How do you know, (Y/N), Dick?”

The eldest brother paused midchew and stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. “Huh?”

“Cupcakes,” Jason said, gesturing to them. “She made them as a thanks to you. For last week.” He looked at his brother. “What for?”

Dick swallowed the bite he’d been chewing and nonchalantly replied, “Oh, nothing big. Just being friendly.” He shrugged. “How do you know her?”

Jason scowled. “Don’t do that shit. We both know how I know her.”

“Oh, right! The rejection after the flowers and book!” Dick exclaimed, taking another bite. “So, why’d you say no anyway? She seems like great girl.”

“She is,” he agreed. “The greatest.”

Tim elbowed Dick in the ribs, murmuring, “Is this Jason admitting he’s in love?”

“I don’t know,” Dick replied. “Jaybird, if you’re this pissed at me—”

“I’m not pissed,” he retorted, very much so pissed. “I just don’t want her getting involved with this.”

Dick’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “So that’s why you rejected her. You’re afraid of letting her know about everything.” He hummed knowingly. “See, she said that was probably it. That you’re scared.”

“What?” Jason’s eyes widened. “What’d she say to you?” He handed his younger brother a thumb drive. “What’s this?”

“Recording of the conversation I had with her last Friday,” he replied. “I was planning on giving it to you later tonight.” Dick laid a hand on Jason’s shoulder and murmured, “She’s not going to run away if you’re vulnerable with her Jason.” He nodded to the flash drive. “She’s stronger than you’re giving her credit for.” Dick patted his shoulder and took the cupcake from Jason’s other hand, biting into it. “Oh my God,” he groaned, walking off. “What does she put in these things? They’re addicting.”

***

I’m not afraid of him or what he’s afraid he is.

Jason put his forehead on the desk and stared at the floor, not really sure what was tightening worse, his chest or his throat, but something in the mix started hurting and he let out a shaky breath, vision blurring and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. Rejecting her affections meant she forgot about him. She forgot that he existed, and she stayed safe. She stayed alive. Jason wanted that. He wanted (Y/N) to grow old with someone and have a family, not die an early death at the hands of some crazed villain or worse, a failure of his saving.

He let out a low groan and rubbed his forehead against the desk, wishing that it would solve all his problems. Mostly the ones in his broken heart. They had texted each other and video called constantly. Usually meeting up once a week to hang out somewhere or go get dinner. His entire life had changed in one conversation, and the only thing he regretted more than telling her he didn’t feel the same way and making her cry was watching her lie that she hadn’t been bothered when he knew deep down that her heart was shattered. He knew it because he watched her breakdown in her car through the manor window before she pulled out of the driveway.

Maybe Dick was right though…and that thought made him wanna vomit because younger-brother syndrome was a real thing and listening to your older brother wasn’t fun. But if she were that honest with Nightwing, that real with him, then maybe he could tell her the truth. All of it. About everything he was hiding from her. His past and most importantly his feelings for her. Maybe he could really keep her safe if he did.

Maybe Jason could be the one she grew old with. The one who held her hand and loved her.

[toxic-sugar-piie]

has your opinion on wendy changed?

Hello! Actually, Yes, the opinion has changed about her, but about everything in order. I want to consider the character from the logical side. there will be a lot of text, but I will somehow touch on family and character, life situations.

Wendy is still considered a person with a strange character for me, I wouldn't even be friends or communicate her. But when I read the novel, everything fell into place and they explained to me what the essence of this character is, however, I think this explanation is too stupid.

What used to infuriate me about Wendy was that she was constantly thinking about herself and Jason (whom she wanted to use to take her virginity), instead of solving the problem itself, as Kimberly did in the second part. She didn't think of Kevin as a person at all, obviously, although he mostly helped her. Yes, I know how difficult it is to experience the death of such a sensitive person, but to sit back and refuse help to solve the problem is the whole plot of the third part.

Analyzing her psychology and her family values: I can really confirm the fact of her selfishness. Just the same, the novel reveals that, for example, dad has ranks, served in the war (honestly I don't want to lie, but I don't remember where and in what place, although I remember that it was connected with the navy), and if you think about it, this father probably has at least some support from the state. Mom loves her daughter very much, but she, in turn, brings her to conflicts. The narrator of the novel wrote that Wendy is very good with her father than with her mother. Mom is a favorite for Julie (Wendy's sister). And then it is clear that she does not respect her mother and will not even be grateful to her for what she does for her. In such a family, when "everything is ready," children grow up spoiled with a lack of morality and understanding of people. It seems like a typical American family, but I would give Wendy to the category of "golden youth" who do not respect what they have and do not consider it their duty to help people

I also want to compare Kevin, who is not doing well with his family. The father is dispathetic and rude, works in his company, has several sons in which Kevin is the oldest of this family. There it is supposed that "to be a man" and manifestations of any emotions are prohibited there. Complete patriarchy, as they say in newfangled slang. There was no support from his parents at all: they calmed him down and forgot about it. Although he did not grow up in the best family with pressure, and I assume he has problems with socialization in society - he still has a desire to understand all these terrible things that happened to his loved ones. Yes, many people turned away from him, but he still held on to the end and Wendy was the only person, a guide who could help him figure out this situation and try to save everyone from death.

Yes, to some extent, after Kevin's appearance in Wendy's life, she reveals herself as a person. I really felt sorry for her, with my empathy I understood everything that was happening to her. This is just a person who is not used to living in the present, this whole situation actually broke her rose-colored glasses and her world in which she existed. In other respects, this is the whole problem of the "golden youth", who have never seen reality. Most likely it was a really sensitive person, because in an alternative beginning she changed her name and decided to give up her past altogether, which is why she went missing in Colombia on one of her business trips

I will honestly say that I am neutral about Wendy at the moment (maybe I just got a little older that I began to understand this). I blame the directors, screenwriters and producer for this situation, who staged a crooked and untold story about two heroes with different family values. After all, throughout the plot, Wendy changed from a bad to a good hero. And that's cool. But their past and life stories will forever remain behind the scenes, while a person like me from "nothing to do" starts digging into the archives of the film.

Therefore, I will say that yes, my opinion has changed, but Wendy from the novel sympathizes with me more than the Wendy who is shown in the film.

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Roma Marinette pt. 1

Marinette's parents joined a traveling circus a year before Marinette was born. They make all the food that's sold as well as food for their fellow travelers.

Marinette is born in the circus. She is one of three kids. Only one year younger than Dick Grayson, Dickie as she grows up calling him, and five years younger than Johnny Grayson. Dick's nickname for Marinette is Marigold. Marinette takes to the Graysons she and Dick adore each other and all the Graysons love little Mari. With Tom and Sabine's permission they start training her along with Dick. Both kids fast learners with what seems like an ability to completely defy gravity and break its rules.

Dick and Marinette are stuck at the hip learning everything their circus family can teach them. Marinette is the one that decides that they should learn knife throwing and fire spinning. While Dick decides they are going to work out with the strong men and learn how to handle the animals. 

While they are still too young to join in on the trapeze they are allowed in the show. Together they wow crowds doing cartwheels, flips, and complicated floor routines together. Once they are 6 they are allowed to fly with the rest of them. Their shows garner more and more attention, everyone wanting to see the two youngest aerialists in the world.

Everything is perfect in their lives, until they go to Gotham for a show. Dick parents begin acting weirdly, hugging Dick more and more, while looking at him in a resigned manner. This causes both to worry a bit but they don't let it show. When Dick sees people messing with the trapeze both of them brush it off. Before the show they meet the young Drake family and take a picture together. Marinette and Dick are on one knee together with Tim sitting on their bent knees.

When the lines snap Marinette and Dick stand on the boards opposite of each other watching in horror as the lines snap. In minutes both are on the ground near the bodies, Dick crying silently holding his mother's bracelet while Marinette holds him tightly crying herself.

Bruce walks up and talks to the two and is slightly surprised to find that Marinette wasn't their daughter. Marinette smiles weakly telling them she was pretty damn close. Bruce comforts Dick before going to talk with the Commissioner and a Social Worker.

Before the end of the night Dick is packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave with the social worker. Bruce never leaves their sides. Marinette stops Dick from leaving and hands him her stuffed tiger named Sikhaya. Dick hugs it tightly before pulling out his elephant Zitka and giving it to her.

Marinette pulls him into a tight hug sniffling into his shoulder.

Mari- Don't you dare forget me Richard Grayson. We'll find each other again someday Dickie. So until then don't you dare forget me.

Dick- I could never forget you Bluejay. 

Two months later Marinette and her parents leave the circus and settle down in Paris. It breaks their hearts but after the Grayson's tragedy Tom and Sabine find it the best option.

Dick and Marinette don't see each other for a very long time, but they never forget the other.

Zitka is well loved and taken care of. The stuffed animal has a special place on Marinette's bed even when she is an adult. While Dick takes to putting Sikhaya on a shelf when his brothers come into the mix, not wanting it to be destroyed if they become destructive.

Dick grows up as Bruce's son becoming Robin when he turns nine. At thirteen he joins a team of young superheroes, at fifthteen he leaves behind Robin giving the mantle to his new brother Jason. He also begins dating Barbara. They break up a year later when Dick realizes he is continually comparing Barbara to Marinette. When he becomes seventeen he mourns the loss of his brother and nearly kills the Joker, only stopped by Batman. He takes a year break, taking counseling sessions with a reformed Harley Quinn. During his break he meets Tim Drake once again, he doesn't remember him however. He begins training Tim to find solace in acting as a brother again, he also digs up evidence on why the Drakes are terrible parents. Dick encourages Tim to become Robin, his first night out as Robin is Nightwing's return. When he turns 18 he goes to the police academy, and once he graduates he becomes part time and goes to college for business. He is 20 when Red Hood begins targeting the entire family. Jason was not prepared for how vicious Dick got when he shot Tim. Batman once again stops Dick in his anger, telling him once again that neither of his brothers would want him to kill. Jason uses this time to escape from the family and drops into hiding. He hacks into the Batcave and watches the caves videos and reading reports of what's happened since his death. When Jason finally comes back he is ashamed and is surprised when Dick simply hugs him crying. Things are tense between Bruce and Jason, but a few counseling sessions with Harley and their relationship is slowly rebuilding. Shortly after Damian comes into their lives. Dick is quick to knock Damian down when he attacks Tim. He tells Damian that he doesn't care who his mother is, or that he is Bruce's blood son. He slowly brings Damian into the family. While the boy is still distant and mean to the family they all notice he doesn't mean his insults anymore. When Dick is twenty-two he graduates college with a degree in business. He begins working at Wayne Enterprises as well, he mainly works from home and behind the scenes with Mr. Fox. No one outside the company knows he also works there, the entirety of Gotham believes he is just Officer Grayson.

Marinette grows up in Paris with absent parents. They love her but now that they have their own business they only have time for dinner with Marinette. While she is upset she joins gymnastics and aerial arts classes, quickly rising to the position of top student. She also begins going to regular school during her first day. She is so nervous she keeps tripping. The entire class soon begins to view her as clumsy, something that sticks. Even though Marinette only trips afterwards when someone does it on purpose, they choose to ignore the fact she catches herself quickly. While everyone believes she is just clumsy Marinette no one realizes that she is Paris's national champion in Gymnastics. Marinette is so good that they want her on Paris's Olympic team once she turns 16. When she turns ten she realizes she can sell her designs online. She pulls out all her notebooks pulling out her favorite designs and begins to make them all. Once done she creates a website under the name Marigold. On each outfit she hand stitches Mari in gold thread, for a signature marking. Marinette slowly makes friends outside her classmates, while they are nice they all stand by when Chloe attempts to bully Marinette and she doesn't like that. Especially when she sticks up for a few of them, she remains civil and polite to them although in her eyes she is clearly distant. When she is thirteen she becomes friends with Alya, the two girls slowly growing closer. She also develops a crush on Adrien that Alya blows way out of proportion wanting to help her new bestie. While Marinette likes Alya, Dick still holds the spot of best friend in her heart. Marinette also becomes Ladybug, she struggles at first but her years of training in flying helps her greatly and her aim has not deteriorated since leaving the circus. Marinette begins making less clothes and takes up karate classes as well four days go to gymnastics, two go to aerial arts and one to karate. Her three main instructors make the connection to her being Ladybug after a year, when Ladybug uses an aerial move that only she has ever used in front of them. 

Aerial Arts- Madeline Saint Cloud

Gymnastics- Tasha Buchanan 

Karate- Abraham Lebanon

Instead of confronting her the three get together and come up with a way to help Marinette. They start by deciding that Chat Noir either needs to get serious or get lost. One month later they all have solid examples of. why Marinette needs to bench him if he doesn't. It's at that time they confront her. Marinette attempts to lie saying that she isn't but stops when Madeline speaks up.

Madeline- My dear bird, you've never liked lying. You've rarely done it, and because of that you are truly terrible at lying

Marinette is dejected and apologizes to Tikki, but the Kwami just smiles telling Marinette that it wasn't the first time a Ladybug's mentor had found out.

Tikki- It's just never been three before!!

Marinette listens to her instructors carefully before telling them that she agrees. She tells them her partner looks through life with rose colored glasses. That while she does find him kind and silly she doesn't have a crush on him. That she doesn't find him as kind, caring, or as funny as Dick. She pauses after saying this, surprised that she hadn't said Adrien. Her instructors watch her as she closes in on herself taking a moment to sort through her thoughts. Once she is done a stray tear falls from her left eye.

Marinette- After all this time my thoughts still drift back to him…Chaton will never measure up to the person I truly love. His insistence and pushing do nothing more than cause stress on our partnership. I will look into having him either replaced or given one last chance.

That night she lays in bed hugging Zitka close to her chest as she stares out her open trap door at the stars. A few minutes go by and Marinette gets out of bed gently setting Zitka down. She walks over pulling the pictures of Adrien down, as well as his schedule tossing them all in the trash. Once done she climbs out onto her rooftop garden Tikki following her and sitting on Marinette's knee once the girl sits down.

Marinette- Adrien...Adrien Im sorry. I took your act of kindness and compared it to the kindness I use to have daily. Instead of seeing you, I saw Dickie. I thought I loved you, but I loved the kindness you showed me, that reminded me so much of him. I don't love you like that Adrien, instead of wanting to be your girlfriend. I just want to be your friend, so from this day on I will try harder to be that.

Two days later Ladybug tells Chat Noir to meet her on the Eiffel Tower that night after patrol. She tells him that she isn't in love with him and that she never will be. She knows she is coming off harsh and she tells him that, then explains that she needs to because after a year he is still acting like this. Chat is clearly saddened, this causes Ladybug to sigh and hug him.

Ladybug- I know it hurts, but you need to come to terms with this Chaton. You are my partner and you're like a brother to me. My heart is already taken, Chaton I have loved him since I was a child. Even if I was to date another right now I would just continue to compare them to my Robin.

Chat agrees to take things more seriously telling her that he still loves her, but he understands. He promises her that he will not let his feelings get in the way anymore. As the months pass the two become closer and closer. When Lila arrives Adrien already knows that she is lying and takes to avoiding her. When he spots Marinette getting put down by Alya and Nino for telling them Lila was lying he is quick to stand up for her. This causes a split among their classmates they don't want to be mean to Adrien, but he is always with Marinette. Lila is constantly telling the class that Marinette is bullying her and they want to do something but Adrien gets in their way. While Adrien and Marinette get closer they both realize one day that their partner in suits and civies is the same person. After them the two are rarely separate from each other. Gabriel finds Marinette very respectable despite Marinette being Roma, which would caused him to turn up his nose at first. He allows Adrien to spend more time with her, giving him permission to attend her gymnastics competitions. She is fifthteen when she becomes the new Guardian. By the time both are sixteen they have been outcast by their class and forced to the back. However they did not allow this to way down on them. Adrien had gained permission to model for Marinette along with their friends Luka and Kagami, and Jagged and Clara, two of Marinette's most famous clientele. Marigold was a very well known designer however no one knew what she looked like. Marinette never stepped out in public so the media didn't know the designer was a high school student. Marinette was also old enough to try for a spot on the Olympic team. She is sent an email the day of her birthday and Tasha laughs at the subtle begging in the email. Marinette is quick to agree and the four friends go out for dinner to celebrate. Only for it to be ruined when Lila shows up with Alya, Rose, and Alix claiming that they stole the table she reserved. Adrien was going to snap until Marinette placed a hand on his arm. She wiped her mouth standing up gracefully. She smiled politely at the four telling them not to worry the table was open now. The four walk away together not acknowledging Lila's glare. Marinette is seventeen when she participates in the Tokyo Olympics Adrien going with both her and Tasha. She uses Kaalki to get her and Adrien back to Paris for Akuma attacks. She loves her entire time in the Olympic Village. Marinette takes the gold for all four events. She is crying as she stands with her teammates four medals around her neck. Returning to Paris had been wonderful, she was greeted by the President and the Mayor and many fans. Adrien teased her relentlessly over the amount of fans she had. Once they returned to school the entire class demanded to know why Marinette never told them. Marinette simply sighs telling them she never kept it a secret. That she'd told them plenty of time she couldn't do something because of training. The class is really upset and they try to get Bustier on their side and the teacher just sighs softly wishing she never agreed with the Principal to teach Lila Rossi. Bustier knew she wasn't the best teacher but that girl destroyed her reputation by turning her class into the worst in the school. They are eighteen when they begin attending college Marinette for fashion and Adrien business. Marinette is nineteen when she and Adrien take down Hawkmoth only to discover Gabriel Agreste underneath. They hand him over to the cops before heading to the Eiffel tower together. Once there Adrien and Marinette de-transform and Adrien breaks down, Marinette pulls him into a tight hug tear of her own falling. Two months later Adrien sold off his father's company and the mansion. Moving into a cosy apartment with Marinette. Adrien takes the last name Dupain-Cheng and the announce it together on their way to the next Olympics when Marinette is twenty-one. She once again takes home all four gold medals, keeping her title for another four years. They graduate college together at twenty-two, and decide its time for the world to meet Marigold. Marinette reveals herself to the world as Marigold, and everyone in the fashion industry is talking about the young women who built her fashion empire before she was even 18. Adrien takes a job in her company head of PR. When they fully introduce themselves they become known as Marinette and Adrien D.C. The world is talking about the D.C. siblings, most of the conversations being around Adrien no longer going by Agreste. Together they travel the world, nothing changing in their lives until they visit Gotham, and Marigold receives an invitation to the Wayne Charity Event.

Marinette's first stop in Gotham is the place where the Graysons fell. Adrien goes with her hugging her gently as she softly cries. The next day she visits their graves alone, saying hello to the cold stone and asking if they remember her. She leaves flowers on the graves and a letter to each of them, including one to Dick. 

Marinette- Thank you for all you taught me and encouraged me to learn. I never thought I'd use my flying to save peoples lives when I returned to Paris.  Please continue watching over me and Dickie. I'm going to find him, I promise.

She leaves the graves feeling a lighter happy to have visited them once again

When the Charity Event arrived Marinette and Adrien D.C. couldn't wait to leave their mark on Gotham high society. Unknown to both of them that Dick Grayson had become Richard Grayson-Wayne.

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The Fabric Roll Of Fate

So this has been sitting in my WIPs since October of last year... Finally had the time to finish it up! More like I couldn’t sleep so I finally worked on it

Hope you enjoy it!

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It was one of those random family outings, one of those moments that Damian was reluctantly dragged to

He just wanted to stay home and train for the upcoming fencing tournament in his school, one of the few things that Damian looked forward to in the school year

Yet here he was, being held captive and listening to Garyson talk for the umpteenth time about his daughter’s latest adventure

Finding an opening, Damian slips off, walking through alleyways to escape his family, eventually arriving to the fashion district of Gotham

He decides to enter the first store he sees, seeing as his hands were starting to get cold

He hated Gotham’s chilly and cold seasons. Spring was his favorite season.

As he ventures inside the store, he starts to look at the fabric inside, now wondering why fashion designers were so picky with their fabrics

It was when he saw two identical rolls of fabric that he decided to investigate for his answer

As he runs his hands across two white fabrics (linen and velvet), he notices the slight differences, not noticing that he was starting to mumble his observations

It was then that his hand bumps into someone else’s Damian turning to see a girl his age.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you!” She quickly apologizes. “You were probably in your zone and-”

“I was simply looking at them. You didn’t interrupt anything.”

Damian watches as the girl relaxes and smiles at him.

“I see. Well, if you need any help, I’d be happy to help! Is there a certain reason you’re-”

“I was thinking of hiring someone to make me a suit for an upcoming event-” Damian attempted to lie (although he technically didn’t as his family was looking for one...not like he was going to tell them about the one he just found), taken aback when the girl looked at him with twinkling eyes. What was going on

“A suit? So I’m guessing a tux, but if you want something to make you standout- but I think you don’t want that, huh?” She begins to look him up and down, quickly mumbling some numbers to herself. “Black or any dark color would suit you, but having emerald accents-no! Gold accents would suit you better.” Damian remains silent as she circles him, not once placing a hand on him. “Shawl collars, traditional or modern could work. Definitely single breast, maybe tail-oh god no. No tails.” Damian watched as her eyes filled with happiness. “A cumberbund would definitely suit you. That’s where I can place the gold!”

Damian kept listening as the girl kept listing ideas to herself, watching with awe as she kept the ideas coming, eventually snapping out of his trance when she presented him a card.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to make that suit. Of course! The decision is yours if you’d allow me to make it.” He watches as the girl points to a phone number and email address in rose gold. “Give me a call, text or email if you decide to accept my offer. See ya!”

Damian is left dumbfounded as he watches her go and pick some fabric rolls, purchase them and then leave.

“What just happened?”

Damian looks at the all black card in his hand. On one side was the phone number and email. On the other, the letters M D C were on the card, a single line going through the three letters. Simple, yet elegant.

Damian ends up accepting the offer, setting to meet the girl that Friday afternoon after his classes.

When his family attempts to tag along, he tells them no, setting on going alone.

“Welcome to my humble home.” She greets him after picking him up (she insisted despite Damian saying he had his own mode of transport) at the rendezvous and then to her flat. He was faced with one of Gotham’s most expensive penthouses, Damian wondering who exactly was this girl who can afford one of his father’s expensive hotels.

“Do you...live by yourself?”

“Yup! Although my uncle- oh! How can I forget?” The girl says, closing the door behind her. “Sorry for the late introduction! My name’s Marinette. The one behind the upcoming brand MDC. I’m currently here for a commission. Although, by the looks of it, I might end up staying here in Gotham.”

He’s heard of her, the decade’s youngest designer in the fashion world, or so he’s heard.

“Now, let’s start with getting your measurements, shall we?”

One visit became two, to then various

And they were mainly never about his suit that she was making him.

He didn’t know why he found him attracted to her place...to her

But simply felt at home with her

He quickly learns everything about her. Her old school life, her friends, her ex, her parents, hobbies, and old commissions. 

At first he thought she graduated early from highschool because of her bully, but it turns out that it was because she already had all her requirements done and seeing that there was no other reason to stay, she left. Also, having more time is what she needed if she wanted to succeed in the fashion world. So when her uncle (who he learns is Jagged Stone) offered her a hand, she took it and came to Gotham.

But Damian didn’t just listen, he also talked about himself

About Titus, his family, his fencing tournament. His opinions on Selina. His mixed feelings about his mother.

His family kept trying to follow him, but they have yet to figure out where he would go every other afternoon and evening.

Months pass, the suit already done and ready to be worn, but it still wasn’t the day of the Gala yet. But even then, Damian still stopped by, often times letting Marinette use him as a mannequin and dress form

Sometimes they would continue to talk about their mundane lives or things from the past that still ate at them, anything for Damian to simply listen to her voice because while he didn’t fully accept it, he knew he had feelings for her.

A scene that happens:

“And the worst part was that Alya knew she was lying. Lila was definitely not there because Alya was there. She was the one who saw Ladybug capture the akuma not Lila. Lila wasn’t anywhere near Paris when it even happened!” Marinette huffed as she tippy toed to make sure she was measuring the correct portion of Damian’s back. 

Damian felt her presence ever so close to him, causing him to panic. Yes, he only allowed her to invade his personal space, but this was too much for his heart. 

The aroma of baked goods always radiated from her and being this close only made Damian want to become obsessed with the smell even more. 

“So even with that in mind, this Alya decided to take the other girl’s stance?” Marinette let out a sigh, walking in front of Damian and throwing the tape measure around his neck, causing him to tense up. 

“Yeah, and I guess that’s what really made me snap to reality when it came to Alya.” Mari frowned at that, tightening the tape closer to each other to get a collar measure. 

Lord, did she have no idea how much restraint Damian had to put himself under for just wanting to kiss her right now, but he knew better than than. 

He took her hands away from the tape, noticing her eyes lacking that shine they usually carry when she’s in the crafting zone. He looked at her hands, covered in calluses and a few sewing mishaps. Even when they were covered in painful memories, Marinette hands were still gentle. “What’s gentle?” 

Damian’s breath hitched, realizing that he said that last part out loud. 

“You are.” Damian said, bringing her hands to his lips to kiss. Damian couldn’t help but feel victorious at the sight of Marinette glowing pink. “You’re a gentle and kind person. She doesn’t deserve your kindness if she was willing to quickly push you aside like that.”

Marinette looked straight at Damian before throwing herself into his chest, almost causing him to tip back. “Thank you, Damian.”

A few days were left until the gala, and it just had to be that time when his stupid brothers found out about his meetings with Marinette (and him coning to terms that he absolutely loves her)

“A girl, huh?” Jason would tease while Dick tried to gathering more information about Damian’s “friend”

“She’s simply designing my suit for-”

“The gala. Sure Lil’ D.” Grayson would say before wanting to pry more information from him. 

“Why don’t you invite her to the gala?” Bruce proposes, Damian no thinking about it

“Maybe I will.” He regrets saying

And Marinette ends up saying yes, now panicking about what to wear

“What about that dress?” Damian points to her almost completed black dress.

A high collared black dress with long sleeves was what Damian was referring to. With an open back and skirt that fell to the ground, it’s golden accents by the collar that ran across the chest...it would match his own all black suit with golden accents at the shoulders and cumberbund. 

“That.. that could actually work.”

Time skip to the gala, where when the two arrive, they steal the spotlight because not only did Damian arrive with a date, but she was stunning. Despite being three inches taller than him, Marinette was perfect by his side

“So Damian, what’s her name and how’d you meet this girl?” Jason asked first, but to Dick’s annoyance.

“Her name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the one behind both of our attires.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Bruce manages to say despite being surprised by Damian’s new development.

“So how-” Tim attempted to ask, but marinette cut him off.

“We met at a fabric store. A fabric roll brought us together.”

The night goes on, with it ending by Marinette asking Damian to be her boyfriend. (Damian then also reveals that he was also going to ask her to be his girlfriend)

“Of course.” He says, having to stretch to kiss her, glad to have gone into that fabric store that day.

Sure, it was weird, but Damian was glad to day that a single fabric roll decided their fate of meeting each other.

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Little Blue Eyes

A brief follow-up to this. Eleanor visits Michael during his reforming.

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She had to hand it to Jason. If anyone had told her that it was possible to break a Janet out of Hell and get her away from an army of demons using just a Molotov, a single demon exploder gun, and a bag of weed, she’d have been very sceptical. But somehow he managed to bring their not-a-girl home, riding back in that hand-cart, grinning away as if he’d gone to a Jaguars game with her.

That was one problem dealt with. Now only a billion others to sort out.

As overjoyed as she’d been to see Janet back, safe and sound, she hadn’t been looking forward to reliving the most awful night of the year by explaining to her why their tall, dandy dressed demon wasn’t at her side, or hadn’t gone to save her.

It was easier to hand her the note that Michael had wrote (or possibly snapped into being after she slammed the door as she was sure even he couldn’t write that fast) before he’d pulled the trigger on himself.

I’m sorry.

I don’t want you to be worrying about how I might betray you or let you down again. If I’m locked up, you’re just going to worry that I’ve escaped. Just leave me in a tank on the other side of the map, or in Janet’s void if you bring her back, or just leave me in the Bad Place. If anything I just wanna ask that you make sure I’m all in there as I’d rather not come back shorter. Also if you can make sure no dogs are around to lap me up, I’d appreciate it.

I only ever wanted to save you all. I’m sorry I did nothing but screw up. I understand if you don’t want me back in the group after I’m back to normal. Please just get Janet back safe, even if it does mean going to the Judge. And give my best to Chidi when he wakes up.

I wasn’t lying about one thing; I really do love you all so much. I’m sorry it could never be enough.

Michael.

Reading the goo-stained letter with shaking hands, she’d struggled not to burst into tears of anger or throw up. Standing in the middle of the empty room, her friend dripping all around her, she’d wanted to scream at him for this being his best attempt to make things up to her - to forking leave her! To take the cowards way out. 

Being angry was so much easier than accepting the guilt of what she had said to him before that moment. Of questioning if she had gone too far...if she’d just taken a moment to listen to him...Usually the dude had trouble shutting the fork up but that night, all he’d done is stand there and take everything she threw at him...until there was nothing left standing. Literally.

If she’d had any idea he would do something so reckless and stupid then of course she would never have said...

But you did know. You knew exactly what he was prepared to do to help you, if it’s what you said you needed. What you wanted.

She never wanted this, she admits to herself, barely a couple months later.

Running this experiment basically single-handed was...not overly difficult. In fact, she was pretty confident in saying they were doing okay, considering the circumstances. 

But it still sucked. She was alone. Again.

Obviously there was no way she was going to have Michael’s goo abandoned in some random, isolated location. She was mad at the guy but she wasn’t a monster...so she told herself. At the same time, she couldn’t give up the role he’d thrusted upon her by suddenly taking up the role of nurse-maid, as hot as she might have looked in the uniform. He’d chosen to do this so she could work without distractions. Without a liability. 

“He sacrificed himself to save me. We’re on our own now. Let’s make it count.”

Just get the fork on with things, same as before. No point in looking back.

Tahani is the one who volunteers. She’s able to separate herself from the other humans without causing too much suspicion, claiming the need for a private getaway up in the hills, deep in the valley, a hidden fancy lodge by a stream, surrounded by peaceful deer and mountains. Definitely not Eleanor’s scene, anything involving the wilderness or even resembling camping.

By the time Eleanor sees her off on a private car Derek conjured up, Michael’s goo already reached its first form. The blind, helpless demon larva showed no signs of awareness of his surroundings, curling up as small as possible, malleable as Tahani swaddled him in her fluffiest blanket. Eleanor was almost impressed at how quickly the sexy giraffe had overcome being grossed out at the slimy, squidgy creature, able to look almost maternal as she carried him into the car. And she made sure to say as much.

Tahani’s heavy hearted response would stick with Eleanor for the next few weeks; “I didn’t reassure him when he asked us if we could ever be friends with a gross monster. Best I can do is show him how much we truly care.”

Ouch. Way to kick her in the girl-nads.

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ve helped out in multiple animal sanctuaries and used to fly out to work with deprived children with my dear friend Angelina...But this is definitely new territory for me.” She’d said as she looked over the larva demon, making the tiniest cooing noise in his sleep (or what they assumed was sleep). “I’ll try my best.”

That was all any of them could do. She’d contemplated attempting to speak to the larva Michael in her arms. What could she possibly say? Could he even understand her?

She was still angry. And yet it was difficult to connect the anger towards the one who abandoned her to the pathetic looking being in the blanket. Best to save all those harsh words on the tip of her tongue for when he was back to being tall and slappable. 

Is he really the one you want to slap?

The question comes back to haunt her more frequently each night that follows, whenever she thinks back on that night, or wonders how the two of them are doing. She and Tahani send letters often via the birds who are happy to act as messengers. They just have to be careful none of the humans intercept them. She lets her gorgeous friend know how the experiment is going and Tahani offers her tips on how to improve John, in particular. Every time she goes to write ‘how is Michael?’ she erases it, chest tightening. Tahani tells her anything important.

The slug monster form that follows the larva is a lot more challenging, she reports. He’s now the size of a Tibetan huskie and just as hungry.

I just let him roam the fields and eat what he can find. Sometimes I have to pull him in on a leash if he doesn’t tire himself out, otherwise I worry he’ll slither off in the night. I try to talk to him but he just grunts or roars at me until I tell him off. I was a little worried he might try to eat me but I found playing music - 80′s classics, mostly - calms him down and makes him rather docile. I don’t think he knows quite who I am or remembers anything. Perhaps it’s like when Janet is rebooted? He may need time to restore his memories, as she did.

Oh, darn, I must finish - he’s in the rose bush again!

Sometimes the image of her prim socialite friend trying to restrain a two-hundred-pound slug monster is so hilarious she can’t help but laugh. Other times she feels more guilt tugging at her soul to go lend a hand.

Is Michael really little more than an animal, in his head, right now? She’s hardly proved herself the best at pet care, though it sounded like Michael overeating was the least of their worries. It pained her to imagine what his head must be going through right now. Is he scared? Confused? Lost? Does he have any emotions other than the instinct to feed?

Does he still blame himself? Does he miss her as much as she...?

The more she sits in that chair in the office, the smaller she feels. It doesn’t belong to her; she’s merely filling it in while he’s gone. She has lunch in silence, remembering the jokes they used to share, the games of trying to aim food in the others mouth across the desk. She remembers him snapping a margarita for her when he knew she needed it most. She remembers his hand on her shoulder. She remembers him finding her at her lowest point, when everyone else had doubted her, turned their backs.

She remembers him, always there. And now she’s lost him.

Was wanting him gone over a stupid lie really worth all of this?

When Jason returns with Janet, on the same day she’s hesitating whether to jump on the nearest unicorn and head towards the mountains, she takes it as a sign. She has no excuse to stay away now - not with Janet back to watch over things, though she’ll probably be paying Michael a visit soon too.

She rides up on the train Janet conjures for her, saving her from trying to figure out how to ride a unicorn without breaking her neck. Something tells her she might have more luck at taming a slug monster than her British friend, not that she has any experience, just a few encounters with the grosser men in Arizona. Besides, it was Michael, at the end of the day. Their Michael.

The same Michael willing to sacrifice himself to help a bunch of cockroaches.

It’s such an idyllic landscape she arrives at. A total holiday card photo, without the snow. Nothing but grass and trees for miles before a backdrop of purple mountains. She looks around, seeing the evidence of devoured flower gardens and broken fences. At least the solid, oak cabin by the stream stood in tact, smoke billowing from the chimney. 

Eleanor is so focused on keeping her eyes peeled for a rampaging slug monster that she almost fails to spot the little person sat on the front step of the veranda.

She frowns. That has to be the whitest child she’s ever laid eyes on. Granted most kids growing up in Phoenix were smothered in fake tan before they were three by their moms, but this is something else. The kid has long white hair, half-plaited, down to the shoulders of the cream dress she’s wearing. Her skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. Fork, is she looking at an actual ghost?

Wait...She’s a ghost. That really shouldn’t freak her out.

There’s just something so eerie about the little girl, from her sickly appearance to how weirdly quiet she is for...However old she is. Six? Seven? Thirteen? Eleanor really knows nothing about kids, just that they’re usually much louder than this one, sat alone, playing with a set of shining...

Oh.

“Michael?”

The kid looks away from the chain of a paperclips they were linking, gazing up at Eleanor on the gravel path. As soon as she sees their eyes, she has her answer. Even without a pair of glasses, she’d recognise those sparkling blue eyes anywhere. It’s only then that she remembers the third form.

Spooky little girl.

Though far less spooky than she imagined. More...sad.

Despite her surprise, she tries to smile, not knowing how badly she needed to see those eyes look at her again after this past month.

“Hey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” She starts to approach.

The kid drops the paperclips and jumps up to their feet, beginning to tremble terribly, eyes wide as saucers. 

Eleanor stops. Is he afraid? Of her?

“Michael? D’you remember me? It’s Eleanor, dude..”

“‘Hani!” The child cries turning and running inside the cabin. Fork, she knew was bad with kids, but shirt! Eleanor rushes in to follow, unable to hold back.

She enters the cosily furnished cabin to see the pale girl run up to the leg of the six foot beauty standing at the stove and cling to her skirt for dear life.

Tahani looks over from the pot of spaghetti, face fearful at first before lighting up when she spots her friend stood in the foyer.

“Eleanor! What a lovely surprise.” She beams, turning the stove off; “I’m so glad you decided to visit.”

“Wow...You’re kinda rocking the whole rustic single mom look here, babe.” Eleanor says, looking around the place, everything making her feel so warm and comforted from the open fireplace to the heavy air of recently baked bread. 

Tahani looks down to her charge hanging onto her dress, reaching down to pick the little fingers off carefully.

“Well, it was rather nice to have a project to myself, and Derek was surprisingly helpful. Everything else I acquired myself, having learned to survive in the wild from a well known ‘Bear’ friend of mine.” She holds the kid’s hands and bends down to their eye level; “Michael, sweetheart, look who’s come to visit. Remember Eleanor?”

The demon child whimpers, throwing their arms around Tahani’s neck and hiding in her luscious dark hair.

Eleanor bites her lip; “He’s a lot more shy than the slug monster, I take it.”

“Oh, I don’t understand. They were fine with Jason this morning, they were playing video games for hours - he and Janet teleported over briefly to check in on us. So glad they got back safe.”

So Jason gets a teleport but she takes the train? The first time she’s not an immortal being’s favorite to spoil.

Eleanor shuffles her feet, trying not to feel wounded at how terrified her friend currently is of her, when apparently there was no issue with Jason. But then, Jason makes it difficult for anyone to dislike him. Eleanor makes it an open invitation. 

The kid whispers something to Tahani that causes the woman to pick them up.

“Oh, darling, don’t be silly.” She responds, rubbing their back; “That was just a nightmare.”

“Nightmare?” Eleanor asks. Is she the stuff of nightmares?

Tahani eventually convinces the pale kid to go back outside to continue playing while she catches up with Eleanor.

Questions Tahani has about the experiment and the subjects get quickly brushed aside. Eleanor is unable to focus on anything but the image of Michael’s eyes looking at her with so much fear. When Tahani hands her a fresh cup of cofffee, she wants to stick her hand in it, just to scold herself for the sake of it.

“He’s having nightmares? I mean...she’s having...” Eleanor frowns.

“I find it easier to use ‘they/them’, which Michael seems to prefer as well, currently.” Tahani explains; “Most of the time, they’re a calm, affectionate child. Such a welcome change from the beast I was putting up with a fortnight ago, as much as they grew on me. It’s just at night, while their brain is still reforming and all these memories are flooding back...It can be rather distressing. Trust me, it’s heart-breaking just to see them crying and screaming...”

She can’t imagine that recalling centuries of brutally torturing innocents along with the knowledge of why that was wrong is easy for anyone, least of all in the form of a small girl, creepy or not.

“Honestly, the creepiest I’ve encountered so far is them levitating at the end of my bed - and that’s usually when they’re just looking for a cuddle.”

Eleanor smiles a little, Michael never was the best at being a truly ‘frightening’ demon.

“And I’m in these nightmares?”

Tahani sighs; “I suppose the memories of their last night are mixed up with everything else. They just...were worried you were here to say something mean or...you wanted them gone.”

Fork-sake. 

“I never wanted this, Tahani. I never wanted him to...Shirt, I didn’t even think he could, but...” She struggles to hold back tears; “I shouldn’t have come. I’ve just made him...Them more upset. Fork knows what I’d be in for if I stayed for the Teenage Boy phase. He’d probably set my hair on fire as payback.”

Bratty Michael in his fully grown form had been enough to handle. A hormonal one with amnesia was a whole other level.

“Eleanor. Just go talk to them.” Tahani presses; “This whole distancing thing you two are doing to deal with your falling out is dangerous. You’re not going to fix anything by staying away from them. As I kept telling my good friend Courtney when she had a row with my other friends, Lisa and Jennifer - you just need to communicate!”

“Babe, they’re afraid to even be alone with me.” She’s the monster under the bed now. All because she took one sin he committed to heart and forgot about all the good he’d done for her that outweighed it.

“Then stay, there’s plenty of room. Even if it means we swap and you stay here and I return to help with the experiment. Either way, this needs to be sorted out. I don’t believe demons are supposed to be this upset during their growth...You could help with that.”

Can she? She’s not the nurturing type, like her hot friend. She melted her own doll in the microwave as a kid. And she unwittingly talked her own demon bestie into exploding himself.

Tahani’s hand squeezing her wrist gives her some strength. 

“...Okay. I’ll try.” she meets her eyes; “Is Michael the only one allowed to snuggle in bed with you when they’re scared?”

Ten minutes later, she goes to find the creepy girl outside, this time sat among the flowers, being far more gentle with them than her previous slug form was. 

Eleanor approaches slowly.

“Michael? Buddy?”

The kid gasps, standing up again and flinching back. Eleanor raises her palm.

“Please don’t run away. I promise I won’t hurt you...and I won’t be mad.” She says, soft as she can manage, getting down to the ground; “And I’m not gonna make you go away anywhere. I just wanna chat...That ok?”

Michael doesn’t look too convinced, glancing over at the cabin. Looking for the one constant they’ve had, who’s been here for them, caring for them. Where Eleanor should have been, at least sometimes.

Okay. Time for the trump card.

“I got you something. Tahani said you have trouble sleeping. I thought maybe this guy could help?” She produces the minion toy from behind her back.

Michael’s eyes sparkle and he instantly reaches out to take it.

“So ugly!” They cheer, hugging it to their front.

Eleanor chuckles. Still so easily impressed.

“Can’t argue there...Also, I picked up those paperclips of yours. Did you know you can do this with them?” She holds up the chain; “Gimmie your wrist a minute.”

Michael frowns, hiding behind the toy a little.

“I won’t bite, dude. Kids are way too gross to eat. You’re too stringy and bony.” She wrinkles her nose.

They blink at her before slowly holding out their wrist. Eleanor takes the paperclips and links them around Michael’s arm, forming a bracelet.

The child gasps, clearly thinking they’ve seen it for the first time; “Holy motherforking shirtballs.”

“Damn, you kiss Tahani with that mouth?” That must have been another residue memory tucked away.

Michael sneers; “Kissing is gross.”

“It’s pretty weird if you think about it, yeah.” She concedes, glad they’re at least talking, as much conversation as she can have with a billion year old immortal that’s lost their mind as they regrow in the body of a haunting little girl; “...What about hugs? You like them, right?”

The kid nods, eagerly.

“...Maybe I could have one, someday? If we can be friends? I’d like that...” More than they could know right now. More than anything else, even having Chidi remember her. This...This is just as painful, because she can’t be sure if this is fixable. 

Eleanor crosses her legs as she sits, facing her friend.

“I’m so sorry, Michael. I know...you don’t understand that right now but...I’m sorry for why you’re scared of me...I wouldn’t ever wanna hurt you. Please believe me.”

Trust me? God, she’s such a hypocrite. 

The kid eyes her, up and down, before turning to the flowers. They bend down, picking a few up into a small bouquet of daisies. Michael turns and hands it out to her.

“Oh...Uhh....Thanks...” Eleanor reaches for them.

Michael’s blue eyes flash red. The flowers burst into flames.

“Forking shirt!” Eleanor jumps.

And still the kid holds them out; “Pretty, right?”

A heartfelt laugh tumbles out of her; “...I can tell Jason’s been here.” Or maybe that was part of her friend’s demon nature. Either way, it was adorable. “Thank you, Michael.” she says, taking the flaming daisies. “You know...if you want, I could show you how to make chains out of these? We could make a crown for Tahani?”

“And ones for me and you?” Michael asks, hopeful.

Eleanor’s lip quivers, a sudden lump in her throat. She reaches out to run her palm over her friend’s white hair, soft as it’s always been; “Yeah...Me and you too, bud.”

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Daminette December Day 6

@daminette-december2019-2020

Oh what’s this? Two chapters in a row from Marinette’s pov? Sorry just couldn’t help myself, like I just had to man

Hope yall enjoy it~

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 6 – Comfort

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Marinette didn’t sleep that night.

Sure, negotiations had gone wonderfully and she, Cass and Steph had spent the afternoon discussing everything from fighting stances to Stephanie’s potential wedding dress. They hung out with Ivy again and went to the beach to pick up shells.

Most of the day's activities were Stephanie’s ideas but Cass and Marinette also enjoyed them. Now and then Jason and Dick would join them or Cass would go to do something or another, but Steph was practically attached to Marinette’s hip. She smiled, Alya and Chloe would be jealous.

She had fun, but when night fell and everyone had retired to their bedrooms, there was nothing to distract her from the memories.

His smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he was up to good mocked her whenever she closed her eyes. Reminding her that she’d never see them again.

When the birds started singing she’d given up trying to sleep. Marinette stood and for the last time she put on one of her black dresses. She put her hair in a single braid down her back and put on a practical pair of boots with it.

She stared at the silver necklace he gave her a month after they met. She hadn’t worn it since her week in isolation after he died. She'd kept it with her whenever she travelled but she’d never had the strength to wear it again.

She picked it up. On the silver chain hung an oval shaped emerald.

To remind you of me when I’m not with you, Bugaboo.

With shaking hands she tied it around her neck. It felt right to wear it this one last time.

She took a deep breath, she needed to be alone today, being around other people wasn’t something she had the energy for.

She eyed Tikki, still asleep on one of the many pillows on the bed. She loved her kwami dearly, but... she wasn’t in the mood for company.

She stood and walked over to where her writing supplies lie on the table. She quickly wrote a note for Tikki asking her to tell anyone who came looking for her that she was safe and that she’d be back by nightfall.

Satisfied, she grabbed her coat and her knife in its scabbard and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn’t want to eat, but she needed the energy if she was going to be out all day.

When she got there the staff were busy preparing the meals of the day, the smells made her stomach rumble.

She didn’t really know who to approach or what to do but before she could worry about it too much a middle aged man with red hair approached her, he wore an apron and gave her a slight smile, “You the Guardian?”

“Yes, that would be me,” she answered, before she could figure out how to ask for a basket of food or something similar he chuckled lightly.

“Your Majesty, Alfred said you might show up, he asked me to give you this and to tell you Bluebell is saddled up for you in the stables. He also said that George left a saddle bag in her stable for you,” he turned around and picked up a basket and a thick looking basket, handing them to her.

She stared at the objects in surprise, “How did he...?” she started, not even knowing how to phrase the question.

He seemed to know what she meant, though, and just shrugged, “He just does that sometimes. We’ve learned not to question it,” amusement shinning in his eyes, he continued, “But if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get back to work,”

“Please, don’t let me stop you and uh... thank you,” she said lifting the basket slightly.

She turned out of the kitchen and a small wave of homesickness surprised her. Nathaniel also always knew what you needed before you did, helpfully supplying it before you could even phrase the question.

It was an ability all of Duusu's holders had, knowing how to take care of people and enjoying the act of doing so.

She made her way to the stables as the first rays of dawn started lighting the sky. Small rocks and sticks crunched between her boots and the cobblestone.

The fresh, chilly morning air motivated her to don her coat. When she got to the barn she saw a young dapple grey horse saddled up in her stable. The name on the door said ‘Bluebell’.

“Hey girl,” Marinette held her hand out and petted her. She opened the door and attached the saddle bag to the saddle, putting the blanket in it. She tied the medium sized basket to Bluebell’s back the way she’d been taught since it distributed the weight best.

She lead her out and once they were outside she climbed onto her back. She lightly kicked Bluebell’s sides and made her way to the forest.

She followed the well trodden path through it for an hour, while the sun slowly rose over their heads. Eventually, they reached a beautiful meadow. The path continued on, but Marinette was hungry and wanted to stop and eat.

A river ran through the clearing. The woods stretched out the other side of it. In the distance she could see the range of mountains they’d passed on their journey to Gotham.

She took out the blanket and spread it out. Then she removed and opened the basket. Inside she found all her favorite foods, as well as a bundle that contained apples, carrots and sugar cubes for Bluebell.

She allowed the horse to roam free, but she never wandered far. Marinette ate a few grapes, a small bun of bread and a few bites of cheese.

She gave Bluebell an apple and a sugar cube. The rest she rewrapped in the cloths she got them in. She removed the charcoal and parchment in the basket that Alfred had added for her to sketch with. It was a nice surprise; she wouldn’t have thought of including it.

She wasn’t sure when she started talking to Bluebell but eventually she found herself telling the horse everything, from the moment she met him to her initial thoughts. She told her about things she hadn’t thought of in ages.

She told her about how his favorite color was blue and his favorite season winter. She told her about how hard he'd tried to hide it when he started realizing he was getting sick.

She told her about how weak his grip had gotten towards the end and how it taken every piece of her self control not to take his ring and wish it all away.

She wasn’t sure when she started crying but before long her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing as she spoke of the memories and the pain and just how tired she was.

And when she was done she realized that it was already afternoon. She fed Bluebell some more, even though she’d grazed for most of the day, then she packed everything onto Bluebell.

As she rode back she felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Today she’d found something in Bluebell’s presence that she hadn’t experienced for the longest time.

Bluebell didn’t have expectations of her, she was a horse, she didn’t put her on a pedestal like everyone else, to her she was just another human.

Maybe some people would find it funny that she’d found comfort in a horse, but Marinette couldn’t bring herself to care.

It was dark when she got back, she unsaddled Bluebell and brushed her.

She dropped the basket and blanket off at the kitchen and asked the staff to pass on her thanks to Alfred.

She made her way back to her room, passing the sitting room, just as Dick was exiting it. His eyes widened when he saw her.

He looked incredibly relieved, “Guys, I found her!” he called out, then made his way over to her, worry still evident on his face.

“Marinette are you alright? We were so worried,” he took her hand and seemed to be checking her over for injuries.

She frowned, had Tikki not told them that she was going out?

Steph suddenly appeared next to her, along with Jason, Cass and Damian.

Steph pushed Dick away from her, “She’s fine, Dick, you’re invading her space. I told you that Tikki said she’d be out,”

Stephanie’s hand rested on her shoulder. But she didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze had caught on Marinette’s red rimmed eyes, along with the black rings under them, that clearly indicated that she hadn’t slept.

All the others still seemed intent on making sure she was fine for themselves, some less discreetly than others.

Jason took her cloak off before she even realized it and had folded it, asking a passing maid to wash it and fix the tears she hadn’t noticed.

Dick kept asking questions, but she zoned him out almost immediately.

Cass steered her towards a couch in the living room, and held her hand tightly, while studying her.

Damian was frowning at her muddied boots and a tear or two in her dress. It was an old dress, she was sure none of the tears were new, but she also had a feeling that wouldn’t ease his worry.

Stephanie started arguing with Dick, telling him to leave her alone and that she was clearly fine, though it seemed like she didn’t completely believe the words herself. She wasn’t the only one though, everyone looked worried.

Marinette was surprised, sure her court cared for her. But they never worried or asked questions about where she’d been, they trusted that if she looked fine she was.

So this, this was new.

She found that she didn’t mind too much. Well, she didn’t mind it in general. Right now, however, she was tired and emotionally drained and would rather explain everything later.

“Do you want me to take you back to your room?” Damian whispered from behind her, most of the others were too caught up in their own conversations to notice.

She turned around and met his gaze. Accept this time, she didn’t flinch. He seemed surprised too, maybe talking to Bluebell had done her more good than she’d realized.

She gave him a tired smile and nodded. He studied her for a moment more before looking up and glaring at his siblings.

“That is enough,” he said evenly, “She is clearly tired. If she so wishes, she will tell us what happened tomorrow. Now, I will be escorting her to her room so that she can get some rest,”

Most of his siblings stared at him in shock, while Cass smiled approvingly. Marinette stood and took Damian’s offered arm. He escorted her out of the room.

When they got to the hallway Plagg flew out and gave her a sad smile, “Hi, pigtails,”

She softly smiled back as they walked, “Hey, Plagg,”

He landed on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You should have seen him freaking out when you were missing. A true black cat, overthinking everything when it comes to their bug. He'll do well,”

He then curled into her neck and purred, she hadn’t missed the sad tone in his voice. Plagg was still grieving, it would take time before he’d truly bond with Damian.

She looked at the boy walking next to her, he seemed to be lost in thought, but he glanced at her every now and then, as though he was checking to make sure she was still there.

She spotted the ring on his finger, reminded of what Plagg said, she decided to break the silence.

“I'm sorry if I scared you guys, I figured Tikki and the note would be enough assurance,” she said softly, turning her head to look at him.

He glanced back at her, and she saw his gaze catching on her red rimmed eyes, “She showed us the note, but those have been faked in the past to hurt us before and we don’t know what your handwriting looks like, a lot of people have been known to target us and those we’re involved with, so we’re a bit paranoid,”

Suddenly she understood their reaction, they thought she might’ve been captured and her note was planted to buy the kidnappers time.

“I didn’t realize that. Though, in future, you should know that you would’ve been able to tell if something was wrong through the miraculous, thanks to Plagg and Tikki's connection,” she said, smiling at him, “Thank you, though, I’m not used to people worrying about me,”

He looked at her in surprise, but his voice was even when he spoke, “How so?”

She shrugged and looked forward again, “People tend to overestimate me,”

What an understatement. Everyone seemed to think she was practically invulnerable. Well, except for Damian and his siblings apparently.

She felt him tense slightly, he seemed to be pretty protective of her already. He had resonated quicker with Plagg than she anticipated.

They walked the rest of the way to her room in a comfortable silence.

When they finally got there he opened her door, but before she could go in he took her hand. She turned her attention to him and he studied her for a moment, clearly hesitant.

“Goodnight, Marinette,” he said softly, staring into her eyes, gaze searching.

She stared back at him and gave him a small smile, “Goodnight Damian,”

That night she slept better than she had in years.

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Star-Crossed Lovers Part Three

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes @onfir3​ and @sarcasmismyfirstlove

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Reader has an assumed name in this (she is not named, but she goes by Sophia Turner since she is in hiding)

Description:  Secrets are unveiled and Y/N is smacked in the face with a truth she hadn’t expected to find out.

A/N:  Okay first off, I have no idea how long this story is going to be.  It could have one more part, two more parts or more.  I am legit addicted to this story now.  Also the ending may have a sad and a happy version.  One for people who want a happily ever after and those who want to read a sad ending.  Or maybe you’ll want to read both who knows.  But I hope you enjoy this installment of Star-Crossed Lovers.  The song that the singers are singing is Ain’t About You by Wonho featuring Kiiara

Her keys jingled as she fished them out of her pocket.  Clark’s plants were not on the verge of death and she had considered her mission a success.  As she stepped inside the apartment she flipped on the lights and nearly jumped out of her skin when she noticed the dark figure in the corner of her living room.  

“Holy shit,” she gripped her hand to her chest.  Her heart was pounding, but it was starting to calm down now that she realized it was Batman in her apartment and not Sionis.

“Y/N,” he said in his gruff way.  “I have news.”

“Please tell me that Sionis is officially dead,” she didn’t want to hear anything else, but she had a feeling that that wasn’t why he was here.

The way his jaw locked only confirmed her suspicions.  “He’s still alive,” Batman confirmed.  “And he’s using someone at LexCorp to up his drugs.  The effects give the user temporary powers like Superman and Superboy’s.  It’s not on the street yet, but soon.  And Sionis knows you’re not dead.  As far as I’m aware he doesn’t know you're here.”  He reached into one of his compartments and pulled out an envelope.  “I’ve secured you a ticket to a fundraiser tomorrow night that Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp are throwing.  It’s a masquerade ball, I need you to tell me if you see anyone familiar there.  Anyone that was working with or for Sionis.  We need to know who’s supplying him.”

She took the invitation, “Fine.  Where will I meet you?”

“I’ll find you,” then he was disappearing out the window and into the night.

The dress she had picked out was red, with a thigh high slit and a mask to match.  The dress was silk, the light reflecting off it.  She felt sexy and yeah she chose red for one reason and one reason only.

God, she had to get over him.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, but no one stuck out besides the Waynes, Lex, and a few other high society members.  She didn’t like how this mission was going so far.  And when she scanned the crowd again she noticed one of the Wayne boys staring her way.  She quickly ducked into a crowd and hoped not to draw any more attention.  She wasn’t the only one wearing red so she wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb.

“Does it sound cliché to say / That I just need some space babe / It’s not you, it’s me really, uh,” the male singer began to sing into his mic.  “I’m the one that changed umm / You’re so hard to resist / A love that hurt like this / I wish it wasn’t hell / To love you more than you love yourself.”

“I don’t believe I know your name,” a husky male voice said beside Y/N and when she looked up she saw that it was the Wayne boy that had been staring at her.  

“And who says I’m going to give it to you?”  She fired back, a smirk beginning to form.

He matched her smirk, “You’re a beautiful woman, it’s a ball, I thought I’d ask you to dance with me, but I’d like to know your name first.”

She considered him for a moment and then said, “I’ll give you the dance, but you haven’t earned my name yet, stranger.”

“I see I caught your eye, again / Your pretty little lies / Wish I could stroke your big ego / But sorry not tonight, or ever / You’re so hard to resist / A love that hurt like this / I wish it wasn’t hell / To love you more than you love yourself,” the female singer sang in response to her male counterpart as the Wayne boy led her onto the dance floor.

He swept Y/N into his arms and began to twirl her around with expert ease.  Money could buy a lot of things and dance lessons was probably one of those things.  She wondered if it had been his choice or if Bruce Wayne had made it mandatory.  “So what’re you doing at the ball?  I normally know the people that frequent these,” he said as he dipped her, their faces inches from one another.

She cocked her head to the side as he slowly brought her back to an upright position, “Because you’re a Wayne?”  

He chuckled, “Maybe.”

“I work for the Daily Planet, I’m working on a story,” she said.  A half-truth, but not a complete lie.

Those blue eyes of his were starting to look familiar like she had seen them before. She wondered if he was the man she had bumped into on the street the other day, but she wasn’t about to ask him that.  And right now those very eyes were bright with mischief.  “Oh?  Looking for any sordid secrets of the lifestyle of the rich and famous because I could provide.  I know dirt on everyone here.”

“No sordid secrets for me tonight,” she said, she didn’t want to know what those sordid secrets would cost her if he were to tell her what he knew.  “I’m just covering the event.”  She had learned from articles that the Waynes and Luthor were trying to raise money for people displaced by superhero activity.  Homes that had been destroyed or other places like schools and work.

“How you stay out til 4 am / How you can’t tell me where you’ve been / Go and get that shit out your head / This ain’t about youuuuu / This ain’t about youuuuu / This ain’t about / Hate to tell you but / Hate to tell you but / This ain’t about you / This ain’t about you,” the singers sang, the song coming to a close.

The stranger still held her in his arms after the song had ended, “Have I earned the right to know your name or am I going to have to make one up for you?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours?”  She fired back.

“Deal.”

“Sophia Turner,” the lie slipped off her tongue, but it felt odd to tell him this name.  She had no idea why, she didn’t even know him other than the fact that he was a Wayne.  “But most call me Sophie.”

“Jason Todd,” he supplied in return.

“Oh so I was dancing with the resident bad boy of the Waynes,” she hummed.  “Let me guess you flash those pretty blue eyes at whoever you want and you can get out of any situation?”

“Not quite, but you think they’re pretty?”  His grin was turning cocky and you pushed away from him.

“Down boy,” she said.  “I’m… well I’m….”  She sighed, “It’s complicated.”

He started walking beside her as she turned to flee from the event, “I’m a great listener, you could tell me all your boy problems.”

“No tonight lover boy, I need to go anyway,” she had gotten all the information she could for Batman.  She hadn’t seen anyone there that could be working with or for Sionis, the whole night had been a bust.  Fun, but a bust.

“I’ll find you, Cinderella,” he called out to her as she made her way through the crowd not once glancing back at him.

The night after coming home Y/N grabbed some ice cream out of the fridge and waited for Batman.  When he showed up she told him that she didn’t know anyone there; he thanked her and promised to keep her updated with anything about Sionis.  But for now, she should stay where she was and lie low because Metropolis was the safest place for her. Before she could thank him he was gone.

Now it was Monday and she was at work.  Lois greeted her and was smiling broadly, “Someone got a gift.”

Y/N’s attention turned to her desk where a bouquet of red roses sat.  She blinked a couple of times because she didn’t believe that anyone would leave her flowers.  “Who sent them?”  She asked to no one in particular as she made her way to her desk, Lois still beside her.  She picked the card and saw that there was a handwritten note.

Cinderella,

I think it’s rude that you didn’t leave a shoe for me to return to you.  I’d like to see you again.  Meet me tonight at the top of the Daily Planet, seven o’clock?

Jason Todd

“Sophie!  Did you run out on Jason Todd last night?” Lois gasped.  Since the moment the two of them had met Lois had been trying to set her up.  In her own words, she was trying to ‘help you get over the man who you clearly hurt you’.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I didn’t run out on him like Cinderella, he knows my name and where I work.  I just needed to get home.”

“Are you going to meet him tonight?”  She asked, a smile on her face that suggested she wanted you to meet with him.

She gave her friend a look, “I don’t know, Lois.  I’m busy and I have other things that I need to do.”  Getting involved with a Wayne was dangerous.  They were always in the spotlight and Jason especially since he was the most mysterious of the bunch.  He attracted a camera like honey drew flies.

“Just go, see what he wants, have a little fun.  Lord knows you could use it,” Lois squeezed Y/N’s shoulder and headed for her own desk.

Y/N looked at those red roses again and let out a sigh.  One visit with Jason wouldn’t hurt.

Metropolis was nice, but Jason preferred the grittiness of Gotham.  There was something real about it, it wasn’t hiding that there was bad stuff going on.  Metropolis on the other hand was sleek and new.  Superman gave them hope and offered a shiny new take that life could be good.  He always felt like he stuck out in Metropolis, even when he was in the Robin or Red Hood uniforms.  You could tell that he didn’t belong.

The door to the roof opened and he heard her heels against the concrete.  “Flowers?  Really?”

He turned and grinned at her, getting an unencumbered view of her face for the first time in months.  She was still as beautiful as the first day he had met her.

“Well I thought about sending a candy gram, but I didn’t think that would be appreciated,” he quipped. 

She chuckled and came to stand beside him, her gaze fixed on the city beyond.  “It’s almost too perfect,” she murmured, mirroring Jason’s earlier thoughts.  “Unlike Gotham--”  She clamped her mouth shut.

“Oh, you know Gotham?”  His gaze was still locked on her face, trying to recommit everything to memory.  She had changed a little bit about herself when she went into hiding, but it was still her.  Still his Y/N.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.  “I grew up there.  Moved away a while ago.  Needed a change of pace.”  Lie. Lie. Lie.  She hadn’t wanted to leave Gotham.  She wanted nothing more than to stay, but circumstances and fate had other ideas.

Jason finally mirrored her position, “I get that.  I moved away for a bit myself.”

“Didn’t you fake your death?”  The question slipped out before she could stop it.  “Sorry, that’s a little too personal.  It’s the journalist in me, feel free to ignore it.”  She wanted to smack herself, but he huffed a laugh and she finally looked at him.  There was something so familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“It’s all right,” he said softly to let her know he wasn’t upset by her question.  “And the answer is it’s complicated.  Very, very complicated.”

“I know all about complicated,” she told him.  “At this point, I think it’s my middle name.”

“Sophia Complicated Turner, huh?”  He held out his hand to her, “I’m Jason Peter Todd.”

That made her laugh, “Are you always this corny?”

“There’s more to me than the bad boy the papers like to see, Sophia.”  He hated using that name.  He wanted to call her Y/N, he wanted to tell her everything, but he held his tongue.  

She bumped him with her shoulder, “I can tell.”

Warmth spread through him and he went to respond when a breeze blew by and she shivered.  “Here,” he draped his jacket over her shoulders.  “Why aren’t you wearing a better jacket?”  He asked like a mother hen.  “You live here and even I knew to come prepared.”

Y/N stood there frozen for a moment before gently wrapping the leather jacket closer around her and breathing in the scent of him.  Cigarettes and a familiar aftershave, a combination she had come to know as home.  Though she had tried to get him to quit smoking.  Jason’s jacket smelled like Red and she stiffened even more when the thought crossed her mind.  Red had died once too.  Red would have made similar jokes.  She looked closely at Jason, really taking him in, and there on his lip was a little scar in the same place that Red had a scar.  Then the mole on his neck, and another scar she had kissed over a hundred times.  

Y/N backed away, her breath coming out in shallow pants.  Her mind was running a mile a minute, it couldn’t be.  “I need to go,” she finally managed to say.

“Sophia?”  He asked in concern and God she couldn’t get it out of her head how he was Red.  Jason was the Red Hood.

“Goodnight,” she dashed for the door, his jacket still wrapped around her.

Once she had made it to her apartment, Batman was there.  Still in the city chasing down leads, and probably coming to ask for another favor.  The ball.  Bruce Wayne being in the city.  Everything was clicking in place.  “Call Red here,” she said before he could speak.  “I want to see him.”

“Red isn’t here, Y/N,” Batman said calmly.

“Oh isn’t he?”  She spat.  “I’m pretty sure I just left him on the roof of the Daily Planet.”  She tossed the jacket at him.  “Bruce.”

There was a moment of hesitation, but Batman - or Bruce - pulled the cowl down and revealed his true identity to her.  “How did you figure it out?”

“I’m an investigative journalist, Bruce.  Give me some credit,” she scoffed.  “If anyone looked hard enough I’m sure they could figure it out.”  She sat down on her couch and buried her face in her hands.  “Fuck, I’m so tired.”

Bruce wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he summoned Jason, not telling him that Y/N knew the truth.  He would wait for that bomb to be dropped by the woman herself.  “I’m sorry if we’re causing you this stress, Y/N.”

She waved a dismissive hand, “Please, I’ve been stressed since the moment Sionis ruined my life.  I knew that that plan of ours was a fifty-fifty shot at freedom.  I’ll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life if I’m lucky.”

A moment later Red Hood entered through your window and you just looked at him.  And for a moment your times together flashed before your eyes.  “Y/N,” he said, his voice in that robotic monotone.  

“Jason,” she responded.  “Why don’t you sit down?  We’ve got a lot to discuss you and I.”

[dreaming-of-the-end]

In Another Life: Percy x Annabeth

A/N: I want comments more than some sick sunglasses! Sierra went and enabled me!! I hope you’re prepared for the consequences!! (Ask game 50: kisses with their last dying breath)

Summary: They will meet again, in another life. They’ll find a way.

TW: death, blood, wound, grief, fire/smoke, tell me if I should add more!

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Percy was well accustomed to loss.

He was used to the numbness that accompanied death, the frozen world around him, the blisters on his hands that bloomed from digging the endless graves.

He was versed in the tears that would slip down his face as the burial shroud burned, in the thick smoke and flames that rose to the sky. Sometimes, there was a rumbling in the skies, and rain. Perhaps a random animal watched from the shadows or wove around a demigod’s body one last time.

Yes, Percy knew exactly what would happen when someone he knew drew their last breath, when those he loved, those he couldn’t shield collapsed in a heap.

He comforted others. He cried his tears. He went on with his life, because what else was there to do? He thought he was prepared for death, resigned to it, for the last whispering breath exiting a friend’s lungs and the screams and sobs, the rising flames.

Turned out he wasn’t completely ready for death. Not hers. Never hers.

And yet it seemed he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He never had a choice in anything.

And no matter how much he screamed to the gods to save her, he still had to be satisfied with the owl that swooped from the sky to land on his arm and allowed him to stroke its head.

It wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. He could never be enough.

…

Annabeth could hardly walk, but she gritted her teeth as she forced her legs to keep moving. Her arm wrapped around her stomach, putting pressure on her wound, and the other one held her knife in a weakening grip.

Her ankle collapsed under her as she tried to take another step, and she fell to one knee. Her knee hardly burned with the bruise that would be forming if she survived, as if her nerves were already overworked.

An arm wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up, and Annabeth’s breath escaped her in a gasp as she managed to stay upright. A tear leaked out of her eye, but she couldn’t wipe it away.

“Come on,” his voice urged desperately, and she swallowed hard as a sob escaped her throat. “Come on, Wise Girl, don’t give up on me now.”

His voice cracked on the last word.

She was going to tease him mercilessly for that when she was healed. If she was healed.

By the way her legs were collapsing under her with each step, that possibility was growing slimmer with each moment.

“Just a little longer,” Percy pleaded, but she knew he wasn’t talking to her anymore. This was for the gods.

But they wouldn’t intervene. They never did.

Not for Thalia, not for Silena, not for Luke, not for Jason or Michael or the countless others she’d lost. The best they would ever do was sending a sign down to the funeral pyre.

Perhaps Athena would send an owl for her.

“Stop it,” Percy ordered, as if he could sense her giving up. “Please.”

His words dissolved into the blood puddling beneath their shuffling steps. She took a deep breath to tell him what she needed to, but a cough racked her instead.

Blood flecked her lips, and she tightened the arm around her waist to hold in the blood spilling out of her.

“Hey,” she whispered, and Percy sagged against her as he recognized her tone.

He’d heard it many times before. They both had. The exhaustion. The resignation. The fear.

Percy gently set her down, and she didn’t bother hiding her flinch as her body connected with the ground, sending a shockwave through her wound.

“Sorry, Seaweed Brain,” she whispered, and he closed his eyes as if he was the one in pain.

“Please don’t go,” he begged, opening his eyes as he laid her head on his lap. “Don’t leave me.”

He traced the back of his hand down her cheek, and she blinked slowly. He cupped her face in his palm, and a smile traced her lips. It almost hid the terror in her eyes.

“Stay with me,” he tried hopelessly, his voice breaking. A tear splashed from his eye as he blinked, trickling down Annabeth’s forehead. “Annabeth…”

“I want to tell you it’ll be okay, that it’s my time, and I’m not scared,” Annabeth rasped slowly, and a sob shook Percy’s shoulders. “But that would be a lie.”

She was fearless. She was brave. She was invincible.

She was dying in his arms.

“I know,” Percy murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. He gently rested their foreheads together. “I know. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t tell her she would be going to Elysium, because she already knew that.

He didn’t tell her that he would get through this. He didn’t tell her it would be over soon.

She didn’t need any lies right now.

“I’ll see you again,” Annabeth breathed, and Percy blinked hard as he nodded. “I will find you. Whatever happens.”

They’d talked about this, come to a conclusion.

“I’ll wait for you,” she promised. “We’ll go together.”

They would go to the Lethe together.

Become new people together.

And maybe, just maybe… they could find each other again. In another life.

Percy kissed her one last time, and her eyes dulled, stormy gray losing their spark.

“Together,” he said softly. “We’ll be together again. I swear it on the River Styx.”

There was no one to hear his oath but the gods, and thunder rumbles above them.

…

Sometimes when the pressure became too much, he swam down into the ocean to scream.

To scream, and scream, until his throat was ravaged and raw and broken.

To cry and cry and cry where no one could hear him besides his father. But Poseidon knew better than to bother him. He, too, was well experienced with grief.

“Your fatal flaw is loyalty. You will sacrifice the world for your friends,” Percy remembered Athena saying.

But what happened when he couldn’t save those he loved?

Percy thought he might just let the world burn.

There would be others left to extinguish the flames.

…

“Hey,” the blonde girl said distractedly, sparing him a single glance with her stormy gray eyes. They sparked in the light, and he found himself studying them curiously. “Can I help you with something, or are you just gonna stand there?”

He grinned, brushing dark hair out of his eyes as he leaned against the girl’s desk. “Would you want to get some coffee sometime? Or lunch?”

She glanced up at that, and he swallowed hard at the steely look in her eyes, as if she were preparing for a battle as she scanned his features. She looked like she was struggling to put something together in her mind, to order what she didn’t know into a neat equation. But something in her face relaxed, and she nodded. “Sure.”

And something in her voice was strangely familiar as she added, “Maybe we can check out a museum or something.”

He wasn’t usually particularly interested in checking out a museum, but something in him made him say, “Sounds good.”

And when she shot him a surprised and satisfied smile, he knew he made the right choice.

[wordsfromthesol]

Still Don’t Know My Name (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol​ Taglist: @anousiemay​ @malfoys-demigod​ @pricetagofficial @zphilophobiaz​ Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader  Warnings: Angst (at least my version of it), language (big shocker I know) Word Count: 1.2k Requested: @gabytodd​

Part Two

It was a chance meeting. Walking through the park and someone comes barreling towards you, nearly knocking you to the ground. Thankfully they turned at just the last second, just in time to catch a football headed directly for your face.

"Sorry about that. My buddy has got shit aim." The man chuckled as he pointed across the field to said friend, who was waving apologetically towards you.

"No worries, guess I should be paying more attention."

"Jason, by the way."

"Y/N."

"Well Y/N, let me know if there's anything else I can do to make up for almost knocking you out. Coffee perhaps?" An involuntary chuckle escaped your lips at the mention of coffee. Before you could formulate an actual response, Jason answered for you. "I'm going to take the laughter as a yes. Jacked Up at…" he paused to check his watch. You took that moment to interject.

"Actually, I'm partial to Gotham Grinders. Say 3?" You held back the shock at your own bravado, no idea how or why it had surfaced. Jason smirked at the sudden interruption.

"Perfect."

**

Once Jason learned you were the owner of Gotham Grinders, he showed up every day for a month. His distinctive white streaked hair made him easily distinguishable, and every time the familiar face sauntered in through the door butterflies rose in your stomach. There was something about him that made you want to give him everything. Without thought of consequences.

Then the day came where he began asking stranger and stranger questions. At first, they seemed normal, the pleasantries of getting to know someone. About their friends and family. Yet Jason seemed to focus on one friend, and more particularly her boyfriend.

"Jarod works at the docks, yeah?"

"I guess you could call it that." You huffed out at the thought of him. You had never liked Jarod and even less so once you discovered he was working for a smuggling ring. Smuggling of what, you'd rather not know. Hell, it was safer not to know. This was Gotham after all.

"He's got ledgers and shit, right? I mean, must have it all written somewhere. Lots to keep track of."

"I guess. Why is it important?" You attempted to careen the conversation. It didn't work.

Jason shrugged, playing off the odd line of questioning. "I got a buddy in the same business. Can't seem to manage his books though. Got ships lining up for the same dock at the same time. It's a mess."

"Tell him to invest in a good planner." You intended for the comment to be a joke, but Jason's laughter was more awkward and forced.

"Yeah, I wish. Say, maybe if he could look at Jarod's. See how a real pro does it. Think you could get a copy?"

"Of his dock ledger?" You didn't risk another sarcastic comment, clearly Jason was hellbent on seeing this ledger.

"Yeah. Just make a copy! That's sure to help him get his shit together."

"I guess…" The whole situation seemed a bit off, but this was Jason. Maybe you were the one being awkward.

**

Somehow you got your hands on a copy of the ledger. Though just by skimming it, you could tell this went way deeper than managing shipments. You had this feeling in the back of your mind that if anyone knew you had this. Well, there wouldn't be a "you" any longer.

You didn't tell Jason for a few days, still unsure of what to expect once you handed over the information. Was Jason in the smuggling business as well? No, there was no way. This was Jason. So you made the call.

Jason seemed to appear minutes after you hung up the phone. No way someone should get here that fast. What exactly was this ledger? You motioned for him to follow you to the back room.

"Here." You passed him the folder of documents.

"Thanks. This is really going to help." Jason seemed colder than usual. No whitty remarks or flirtations, complete business.

"You're welcome…" Your demeanor shifted to one of befuddlement.

"I need to get this to the right people." He headed for the door, but you grasped at his wrist.

"The right people. What are you talking about? What did I just hand you?" The blind trust was over, you were done idolizing this man you barely knew. Jason let out a long sigh before explaining.

"It is a ledger. Just one that's coded. The shipments also contain smuggled goods. Weapons, drugs, people."

"So was this all a lie? I was just a pawn in your game?" You screamed at Jason across the room.

"People are dying. Don't act like this was just about you." Surprisingly, he didn't throw your anger back at you. This was the most level-headed you had seen him. Which just made your temper rise.

"I just…I can't." You couldn't seem to find the words. "Get out." Were the only words you managed to say.

**

That was the last time you saw him for months, until one unfortunate day when he sauntered into your coffee shop. Only this time, he wasn't alone. A smaller, dark-haired boy was practically dragging him inside. The stranger was the only one to approach the counter.

"Hey, can I get a large coffee, black." He turned to Jason, who was awkwardly avoiding your eye contact in the corner. "Jay, want anything?" When Jason failed to give an answer, he turned towards you and continued. "I guess that's it. Sorry for mister sullen over there."

"Considering what happened, it's understandable. That'll be 2.87."

"Wait." His head shifted between you and Jason. "What did my dolt of a brother do this time?"

"Heh. Ask him. Though he probably doesn't even remember my name." You thought that would be the end of the exchange, but before you could blink the boy was pulling Jason up to the counter.

"What did you do." The statement was less of a question and more of a demand.

"Uh…not now Tim. Just get your coffee." Jason finally spoke up. Tim shot him a disapproving glare before walking over to the pickup counter. "Look. I am sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I was just a source of information. But you. I would've died for you. Hell…I could've. I put my life at risk getting that information and even more so once I gave it to you. For some stupid reason I put my trust in you and I risked everything for you. Yet to you, I'm just a stranger."

"I never meant --" Jason began, but you didn't want to hear anymore. Despite the words pouring from your lips, you knew that if he asked, you'd do it again. Without question.

"I have a feeling you never do. Let's just be strangers. That shouldn't be hard for you." It's better this way. Before he could try to argue, not that you were sure he would, Tim approached, coffee in hand.

"Come on Jason. There are words to be had." It seems that you caused a rift between the brothers. Though you felt that it was justly deserved.

"I hope those lives were saved." You called out after him, still unsure as to why.

[morekissingafterdark]

not actually nsfw wip wednesday #9

I am putting this here because a. it's very obviously pillowtalk and b. I gotta link to this conversation with @perseusjackson-jasongrace for context and that is very, very nsfw.

But uh, yeah, it's still (barely) wip wednesday and immediately after this whole thing I scurried off and now I accidentally 700+ words so I figured it was only fair I post an excerpt. 😚

"I'm sorry if I ever get weird with you."

Beckendorf— Charlie, as requested softly less than an hour ago; he has to remember that— skates one big hand over Percy's bare back. Warm and tender.

"I like a little weird, but I'm guessing that's not what you mean."

Percy presses his face into the shoulder next to him. He doesn't want to admit it, but he finds it's hard to lie to anyone in this house— Charlie especially.

"You're built a lot like him," he mutters, hating himself a little for it. "You have the same chest and hands. You're quiet like he is, and you dote on us the same way he doted on me."

There's a moment of tense silence.

"Is it too painful?"

Percy pulls back to look Charlie in the eye. He hates that expression— anxious and a little guilty— and whines softly before he realizes he's doing it.

"It's one of few things that stops the pain, at the moment. When I'm here, I never wake up thinking he's in the shower and crash when I remember he's—"

Damn it. His eyes are stinging again. He breathes a few times, absorbing the sensation of callused fingers against the base of his spine.

"Before I even open my eyes, I know it's you and you've got me. You sometimes feel the same, but you smell completely different."

The shades of ochre in Charlie's deep brown skin seem to glow slightly where the light reflects off him through the window, almost copper. Percy brushes his thumb over a moonbeam, heart picking up a little at the smile he gets in response.

"I can't really describe it in a way that's gonna make sense to you," he adds, feeling himself flush slightly. "Since they're things that actually do have smells, but we're talking in terms of my synesthesia."

"Try me."

Percy blinks, feels himself go hotter— and remembers, belated, the conversation about the color of voices. Clarisse is a vibrant magenta; Silena's is soft, pale gray; Chris is deep, dusty rose.

As much as he likes the others, particularly the palette they make when they're all talking with each other, Charlie's is his favorite— somewhere between turquoise and cobalt, clear like a bell.

Percy's heard him sing, but only in very short bursts or very small groups. It's a tragedy, because his voice is absolutely beautiful; a little higher than Jason's and a little lower than Percy's, silky-soft and lyrical.

But he's calm when they're alone, and you can hear the lack of tension in it. Percy counts himself lucky that he's in the inner circle and gets to hear entire songs, and wouldn't trade it for anything.

At least he gets to shine every time he dances in front of a packed house. Percy's been to every performance he possibly could since Charlie joined up with a professional ballet company, but it feels a lot more special to be in the audience now, with Clarisse holding his hand on one side and Chris's arm through his on the other.

"I don't even know what my nose is crossing with, but the result is that he smells like electricity and you smell like fire."

And just like how he'd smiled then, Charlie goes pleased and flattered. It's subtle, but Percy's getting better at noticing it every time they do this.

"I like that imagery. Keeping you warm."

Yup.

[ragingbookdragon]

I Have Too Many Children

Batmom x Batfamily!

A/N: Please ignore the first half of this fic. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, but I can’t bring myself to change it. So enjoy! -Thorne <3

She felt the sun shine through the window, and she groaned lowly. Her arm rose and softly pat around the bed until it encountered him. She rolled over and pressed her backside into his side. His body shifted as he caged around her, one arm under her head, the other around her waist, pulling her up against him. His chin settled on top of her head and she felt his breathing continue evenly, as it had been. After a few moments, she realized she wasn’t going back to sleep and opened her eyes, staring around their bedroom. Their gala outfits lie strewn out over the floor, and the memories of the events that occurred after the bedroom door closed made her body flush. Her eyes moved to the window and she could see the sun in the sky, meaning that it was around eight or nine. She sighed deeply and the arm around her waist tightened; she felt his head move and then his lips brushed the nape of her neck. He spoke lowly, voice still laced with sleep. “Sleep well, Mrs. Wayne?” (Y/N) giggled and shifted her neck.

           “That tickles, Mr. Wayne.” She could feel him grin against her skin and after leaving a few lingering kisses, his head moved again, and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling. (Y/N) ran her fingers up the arm around her waist. “You feel alright?” He hummed.

           “It’s been a while since we slept in like we have.” She grinned.

           “Are you saying you want to start sleeping in more?” He chuckled, and she felt it reverberate through her back.

           “I’d like too. But our sons would have other plans.” (Y/N) snorted and nodded.

           “We’d sleep in the first morning and they’d bust in all suited up thinking we were dying or something.” They started laughing and then fell silent. His arm around her waist pulled back, and he rested it atop her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles in it.

           “How do you feel?” She grinned and turned around, wiggling a hand in his face.

           “With my fingers.” He stared at her and deadpanned,

           “Really (Y/N)?” She giggled and the sight of it made him chuckle. “In all seriousness though, do you feel alright?” She rolled her eyes and nodded.

           “Bruce, rest assured that last night was not my first rodeo.” He snorted and wound his arm around her backside, pulling her flush against him. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and looked up at him; he smirked down at her and spoke huskily.

           “Well, want to ride this rodeo again?” She huffed a laugh and spoke sultrily.

           “I don’t know…can this cowboy keep up?” He leaned down towards her.

           “I think I can.” His lips almost brushed hers when their bedroom door slammed open, hitting the wall. They both jumped and separated at the noise, their heads turning to face their ‘intruder’.

           “Umi! Father! I have a request!” They watched as Damian marched across their room and stood at the foot of their bed. (Y/N) looked at Bruce, then back to Damian.

           “And that request is?”

           “I wish to have a sleepover.” (Y/N) was expecting something big, and she relaxed when it wasn’t.

           “Sure. Are you going over? Or are they coming here?”

           “He is coming here.”

           “He? Is it Jon?” Damian sighed and spoke exasperatedly.

           “Well, I do not have any other friends to invite.” Her heart clenched at his carefree comment and she looked to Bruce.

           “I don’t have a problem with it. You?” Bruce looked at him.

           “Have you asked Clark if he could come over?” Damian nodded and held up his phone, the two of them peered at it.

           “Jon said, he said yes.” Bruce nodded.

           “Then I don’t see any problem with it.” Damian nodded.

           “Thank you, Father.” He turned to (Y/N). “Thank you, Umi.” She smiled and nodded, then he turned around and headed for the door; Bruce called out to him.

           “Damian.” He stopped and turned.

           “Yes?” Bruce’s face morphed stern, and he spoke austerely.

           “I don’t know if I’ll be home tonight. So, if I’m not, you be on your best behavior for your mother. If I get a phone call that you and Jon were acting up, you’ll be grounded for three months. Understood?” Damian peered at him for a moment before nodding.

           “I understand Father.” Bruce nodded and they watched Damian close the door behind him. Bruce flopped back down onto the bed, one arm moving to cover his eyes, and he groaned. (Y/N) giggled.

           “What’s the matter Bruce?” He was quiet for a moment.

           “I just got indirectly cockblocked by our son.” At his confession, (Y/N) threw her head back on her pillow and cackled. Bruce pulled his arm down and glared at her, only serving to make her cackle louder. Bruce caved and laughed with her, and after a few minutes, they went silent. He turned his head and looked at his clock. “I guess we should go ahead and get up.” He moved to crawl out of the bed when a leg flung over his waist, followed by (Y/N) pulling herself into his lap. He looked up at a grinning (Y/N) and his hands automatically went to her knees before running up her thighs and to her hips where they rested and squeezed firmly.

           “You know Bruce, they say life’s a rodeo and all you have to do is stay in the saddle.” She flexed her thighs around his hips, and he inhaled sharply; her grin turning wicked as she spoke tauntingly. “C’mon Cowboy. This cowgirl’s in the saddle.” She placed her hands on his chest and felt his muscles, and rolled her hips, watching as his eyes shut and his hands tightened around her waist; she leaned down until her mouth was next to his ear and whispered haughtily, “Giddy-up.”

A Few Hours Later:

           By the time Bruce and (Y/N) made it out of bed, the clock read twelve-thirty. They made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Alfred making lunch. He spoke to them as they moved to the table. “Ah, Master Bruce, Ms. (Y/N). I’m glad the two of you have finally decided to join the land of the living.” (Y/N) snorted as she sat in her seat, Bruce taking his.

           “Sorry Alfred.” Alfred laid plates in front of them.

           “Worry not Ms. (Y/N). I am just glad the two of you are finally up and moving.” They nodded and began eating. “Well, I am going to clean the bedrooms. Place your dishes in the sink when you are finished.” They nodded and watched Alfred leave the kitchen before breaking into laughter.

           “Woo, I haven’t heard Alfred be that sassy about us sleeping in, in a long time.” Bruce nodded.

           “I’d forgotten what it sounded like.” She agreed and they began eating. After a few minutes, they heard someone coming down the hall, and Tim walked in, laptop in one hand, an empty coffee cup in the other. He placed his coffee cup down and picked up the coffee pot, then, he noticed them.

           “Hey mom, dad.” They smiled at him.

           “What cup are you on right now Timmy?” He shrugged his shoulders.

           “Uh…I don’t know…I lost count.” (Y/N) sighed and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

           “Sorry mom.” She shook her head.

           “It’s alright Timmy. Just try and cut back tonight.” He nodded and turned to leave, then twisted back around.

           “Would you guys object to Connor and Bart coming over?”

           “When?”

           “…Later…” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “Later tonight? Or later sometime this week?” Tim shrugged.

           “We haven’t decided yet.” She sighed.

           “I guess you can.” He raised an eyebrow.

           “You aren’t going to tell me not to get into trouble?” (Y/N) looked at him.

           “Of all my boys, Tim, you are the least likely to get into trouble.” Tim grinned at her comment and walked out of the kitchen with a pep. She huffed a laugh and looked over at Bruce. “You alright?” He nodded.

           “I just remembered that Lucius needed me to sign some documents today. I’m going to need to leave here soon.” She nodded and watched him rise from the table and place his dishes in the sink; he left the kitchen and returned a few minutes later dressed in a suit. He walked over and kissed her, and she watched as he stepped out of the kitchen and to the garage. (Y/N) finished her lunch and washed the dishes for Alfred before leaving to her room to get dressed.

           When she finished dressing, (Y/N) made her way around the house, cleaning up where the boys had left their morning messes. She mumbled to herself as she picked up Dick and Tim’s jackets. “I swear I live with slobs.” She heard a chuckle behind her.

           “Hey, I keep my room tidy. Thank you very much.” (Y/N) stood up straight and faced the owner of the voice.

           “Jay. What are you doing here so early?” He shrugged and moved beside her, pulling her into a hug and placing a kiss on the side of her head.

           “I can’t come see my Ma early?” (Y/N) snorted and whacked his arm, pulling away to face him.

           “You know what I meant Jay. Usually you’re only at the manor for patrol or if you don’t feel like going back to your apartment.” She paused and tipped her head. “Honestly, last night was a bit of a blur. So, I really don’t remember if you were here when Bruce and I got home.” Jason’s face morphed into disgust and he let go of her.

           “I know what that means.” She rolled her eyes and dropped the jackets into his arm.

           “You’re grown. Take it in stride Jay.” She began walking to the study. “Go put their jackets in their rooms please, baby.” (Y/N) was about to exit the room when he called out to her.

           “Hey Ma.” She paused at the door and turned.

           “Yes baby?”

           “Can Roy come hang-out?” (Y/N) pointed at the floor.

           “At the manor?” He nodded and she shrugged. “I guess. Just don’t empty our liquor cabinets.”

           “But Ma, that’s the fun part.” She glared and deadpanned,

           “You know what isn’t fun? Replacing thousands of dollars’ worth of liquor because my son and his best friend got bent.” Jason started snickering and she rolled her eyes. “He can stay. But I’m not joking when I tell you, do not empty our liquor cabinet Jason Peter.” He placed a hand across his heart.

           “On my honor Ma. We won’t.”

           “Uh huh. Sure.” He chuckled as she exited the room.

           An hour later, she’d been tidying the boys’ bedrooms, placing clothes in the hampers and making the beds when the door opened. “Hey mom. What’re you doing?” She tossed a pair of jeans behind her head, towards the hamper.

           “I am cleaning your room Dickie. Since you seem to be incapable of it.” She heard him snort and he moved beside her, picking up his dirty clothes.

           “Sorry mom.” (Y/N) sighed and smiled at him, reaching a hand up and patting his cheek.

           “That’s okay baby. I’d rather you be here and have a room to help clean than you be out somewhere else and not be able to help.” Dick dropped the clothes in his hands and pulled her into a hug.

           “I love you mom.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around him and patted his back.

           “I love you too baby.” After a few moments, they pulled away and he picked up the clothes he had dropped and walked over to his hamper. (Y/N) finished pulling the sheets tight on his bed and stood up straight. “Well, I think that other than the clothes, your room is done.” He raised an eyebrow.

           “You didn’t go through my stuff, did you?” (Y/N) placed a hand to her chest.

           “Richard John. The very thought of you thinking that I would go through your things without permission is hurtful. I’ll have you know, I only cleaned what I could see. Meaning, the floor and your bed.” Dick snorted.

           “Mom, I was kidding.” She grinned.

           “Oh, I know you were. I just thought that maybe you’d feel bad for ‘accusing’ me.” They shared a laugh and she paused. “Well, I’m going to see if Alfred needs help with anything else.” She turned around and spoke as she walked away. “Do not mess up this room that I just cleaned Dick.” He chuckled and called out to stop her.

           “Hey mom?” She glanced over her shoulder.

           “Yeah Dickie?”

           “Can Wally come over?” She glared at him and pointed a finger.

           “If that speedster empties my refrigerator again, I’ll bust both your asses, you hear?” Dick laughed and nodded.

           “I’ll tell him you said that. So…that’s a yes?” She nodded.

           “Sure. I haven’t seen Wally in a while either.”

           “Cool.” She smiled once more at him before leaving his room.

A Few Hours Later:

           (Y/N) sat at the dinner table across from her youngest and his best friend. “So, Jon, how’s school going?” He looked up from the pizza he was eating and swallowed.

           “Oh, its going good Mrs. Wayne. I’m struggling in math a bit though.” She smiled.

           “Jon, honey, Mrs. Wayne was my husband’s mother. I am Mrs. (Y/N) or Mama-Wayne to my son’s friends.” Jon thought for a moment.

           “I see. Sorry Mrs. (Y/N).” She waved it off.

           “No worries sweetheart.” She paused. “Your dad did say it was okay for you to stay tonight, right?” Jon nodded.

           “Yes ma’am. I asked mom first, then dad. They both said yes.” (Y/N) nodded and turned her attention to them both.

“You guys are free to do whatever around the manor. If you want to leave, you ask me or Alfred.” She leaned forward, her voice low and commanding. “But you do not leave this manor without telling someone first. Am I understood?” They both nodded and she smiled at them. “Good then yo-” She was cut off by laughter and they all turned to the door to see Connor, Bart, and Tim coming into the kitchen. Damian jumped up and pointed at them.

           “What are you three doing?!” Tim glared at him.

           “What’s it to you demon-spawn?” Damian glared at him and directed his finger at Connor then Bart.

           “Why are you here clone? And you too speedster?” (Y/N) cut Tim off before he could retort.

           “Damian Wayne.” Damian’s shoulders went up as if he got caught with a hand in the cookie jar and turned to face her.

           “Yes, Umi?” She glowered at him.

           “Do you remember what your father said this morning?” He nodded apprehensively and she continued. “I can dial his number right now, if you’d like me to.” He shook his head and she tipped hers to Connor and Bart. Damian looked at him.

           “I…apologize for my insults Connor, Bart.” They nodded and (Y/N) spoke.

           “I guess you guys chose tonight instead of next week?” Tim rubbed the back of his neck and spoke apologetically.

           “Sorry mom.”

           “Don’t worry about its baby.” She faced Connor and Bart. “You’re always welcome here boys.” They smiled and she motioned to the table. “Help yourselves.” They sat down and began eating, cracking jokes nonstop.

After a lull in the conversation, the kitchen went silent and the next thing they heard was bottle shatter followed by, ‘The fuck Roy?’. (Y/N) sighed and told the boys to plug their ears.

           “Jason Peter Todd! Roy William Harper Jr.! Get in here! Now!” The others uncovered their ears and watched the two young men shuffle into the kitchen with their heads down. (Y/N) glared at them. “Jason Peter. I told you that if Roy was coming over, you were not to get into the liquor cabinets.” Jason pointed to Roy.

           “It was all Roy’s fault.” Roy jerked his head up.

           “The hell it was! You were the one who wanted to drink too!” The two of them started bickering and (Y/N) cleared her throat, silencing them.

           “Both of you go get the mop and the broom and dustpan and clean the mess up. Then come in here for dinner.” They nodded their heads and did as they were told. A few moments later, they returned and sat down; (Y/N) spoke.

           “Roy, sweetie, hand me that phone right there beside you.”

           “Yes ma’am.” He handed her the phone and the group watched as she placed an order for thirty pizzas. (Y/N) hung up the phone and continued eating, and Tim spoke up.

           “Mom…that’s a lot of pizza.” (Y/N) didn’t even look at him as she responded.

           “Yeah well…I’m seeing a pattern of my children bringing their best friends over, so that tells me that at some point tonight, Wallace Rudolph West is going to come into my manor and empty my fridge. I need to be prepared for that speedster too.” She glanced over at Bart who flushed and shoved a piece of pizza in his mouth. Connor snorted and spoke.

           “Ten bucks he’s here within the next fifteen.” Damian spoke up.

           “I raise your ten to fifty and say he is here in five.” Tim followed with Connor.

           “One hundred on fifteen.” Eventually, the bet got as high as ‘six-hundred on fifteen and six-fifty on five’ (Y/N) going with her own, saying he’d be here at exactly six P.M. To the boy’s misfortune, at six P.M. on the dot, a flash of bluish-white lighting appeared in the Wayne kitchen. (Y/N) looked at the boys.

           “I do believe all seven of you owe me…one-thousand-two-hundred-and-fifty dollars.” They put their heads in their hands and groaned, Jon yelling, ‘I only have fifteen bucks in my piggy bank though!’. (Y/N) turned to Wally. “Wallace Rudolph West, you listen here. I ordered thirty extra pizzas for you all. Do not empty my fridge again.” Wally grinned.

           “C’mon Mama-Wayne. You love me.” (Y/N) tried to stay mad, but couldn’t, and grinned as she spoke.

           “Yes, I love you all. I do not however, love paying an outrageous shopping bill because my boys have bottomless pits for stomachs, and empty our fridge, cupboards, and pantries.” All the boys in the kitchen flushed and chuckled, and Dick walked into the kitchen, pulling Wally into a hug.

           “Wally! Good to see you bud.” Wally hugged him back and they sat at the table.

           “Good to see you too Dick.” Everyone flipped open the pizza boxes, and (Y/N) suddenly remembered what it felt like to have a lively kitchen.

           After an hour, everyone had migrated to the living room and were watching a movie when (Y/N)’s phone rang. She paused the movie, to the dismay of the others; she rebuked them quickly.

           “Boys! Hush!” They went silent and she answered the phone. “Hello?...Hey babe…yeah, everyone’s here…don’t worry, the kitchen’s still intact…is it serious?...yeah…I can go with them to make sure…Bruce, they wont make a mess while you’re gone, I promise…okay, will do…I love you too Bruce…Bye.” (Y/N) hung up the phone and turned to the boys. “Alright, here’s the deal. The JL got called in for a job, so that mean that Bruce won’t be here to patrol. All of you are to patrol a quadrant tonight. Understand?” The boys groaned and she glared at them. “Is there something you boys want to express?” They shook their heads and (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak when Connor cut her off, standing up.

           “The light just switched on.” Immediately, the group rose and moved to the cave. (Y/N) started giving instructions.

           “Jason, Roy, you boys take South. Dick, Wally, you boys are on West. Damian, Jon, you two are in East. And Tim, Connor, and Bart, you three take North.”

           “You did that on purpose didn’t you Mama-Wayne? Wally…West? Oh, I crack myself up.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at Bart’s joke while the others laughed, well, beside Damian, and she spoke.

           “Get suited up.  I’m going to change.” Jason spoke up confused.

           “You’re coming with us Ma?” She nodded as she pulled the curtain and began changing into her suit.

           “Your dad wanted me to go around just in case something happens. I’ll go to GCPD and talk to Gordon, then relay info to you guys.” The boys nodded and began suiting up. (Y/N) began mumbling to herself. “Jeez. Did I gain this much weight since I last put this on? My pants are super tight…so is my top.” A few moments later, she came around the curtain, pulling at her collar and stretching out her legs. The boys watched as she moved in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. “I can’t believe my suit got this tight. Look at me. I can barely move, let alone breath it’s too tight.” Roy stared at her and couldn’t help blurting out.

           “Yeah, I’ll say.” (Y/N) turned around to face him, an eyebrow raised, and each of her boys reacted.

           “Hey!”

           “Aye!”

           “Excuse me?!”

           “The fuck did you just say about our Ma, Roy?” Roy realized everyone was staring at him and he raised his hands, stammering out an apology with red cheeks.

           “I-I’m sorry Mrs. (Y/N). I-I did not mean that.” She snorted.

           “Don’t worry about it Roy.” She thought Jason’s head was going to explode.

           “Uh, yes worry about it! He just hit on you Ma!” She rolled her eyes and turned to Jason.

           “And? It’s not like I’m going to sleep with him.” Their faces turned disgusted save Roy’s, whose face twisted in offense.

           “And why not?” (Y/N) smirked and crossed the floor, standing in front of him.

           “Roy, I’m a happily married woman who is thoroughly satisfied with her husband.” He peered at her before smirking.

           “And if you weren’t happily married nor satisfied with your partner?” Her boys groaned.

           “I can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation Roy.” He waved Dick off.

           “Answer the question Mrs. Wayne. If you weren’t, what then?” (Y/N) patted his cheek before moving to her bike and mounting it. She turned the key and it revved to life.

           “Assuming that I was single and looking for a lover, and on the off chance that a certain Kryptonian was too. I’d find myself sleeping with Clark and not you.” She waved at the boys who were currently trying not to be sick. “Get to your quadrants boys. We have a long night.” And she sped off.

           The boys turned to Roy who was pouting. Jason shook his head.

           “I can’t believe you just hit on our mom.” Roy eyed him and shrugged his shoulders.

           “I’m a hot-blooded man, and your mom is hot. What do you expect?”

           “Oh, I expect you’re about to get punched in the mouth if you talk about her like that again.” Roy raised his hands in surrender.

           “Got it. Shutting up now.”

Somewhere in the middle of a fight:

           Bruce looked over at a hysterical Clark. “What are you laughing at?” Clark looked at him and laughed harder before shaking his head.

           “It’s nothing.” Bruce narrowed his eyes at him.

           “What did you hear in the cave?”

           The only response he got was a cackle of laughter.