#jason needs a least one voice of reason in his life haha

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Current cast for my Titans!RHATO fic:

Jason Todd

Rose Wilson

Joey Wilson

Roy Harper

Adeline Kane

Donna Troy or Artemis of Bana Migdal (see poll)

Also thinking of adding in Bizzaro and/or Eddie Bloomberg at a later date (possibly later season)

Dr. Pamela Isley (the first season villain. Or is she??)

Who would you like to see in a Titans!verse Outlaw fic?

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"I hate the new hero" is such a brilliant fic idea! I absolutely devoured it. 

 

Especially if we throw in some angst into it. *evil laugh*

Like, what if the harassment was too much that it affected the reader’s other life?

What was at first a way for her to hide her superhero identity.. had now made her doubt her vigilante work?

 

I know the BatBoys won’t act as low to actually physically harass who they thought was a civilian student, no matter how much they hate it, but they’ll definitely make their life worse. Online harassment, endless accusations, fake rumours that caused the reader to be hated by the entire school. 

 

Until one day you had enough. As much as reader love Gotham, wanting to protect it. But you were only a student now.. a teenage with a future to strive for, a future Gotham Academy could no longer provide you. 

 

‘Are these people the ones I risk my life every night for..?’

‘What was the point..’

All kinds of self deprecating dark thoughts swirl inside the mind of the teenage girl. 

 

After some thought, you decided. 

 

“I’m leaving Gotham,” Aranea announces, sharp eyes looking down the streets of the city from the high rooftop. 

 

Red Robin almost lost his cool, a cold shudder went through him at the horrifying revelation. It was so sudden, why are you leaving? Leaving Gotham? Leaving them? Leaving him?

 

His brilliant mind moved at an almost inhuman speed, creating hundreds of possibilities for why you would come to that decision.

 

But he just doesn’t understand. “Why?” He finally let out, his voice so low he was worried you didn’t catch it. 

 

But you did. “I have my reasons.” You sigh, your brows furrowing in distress.

 

Oh, how Tim wished he could kiss your worries away. It kills him to see you so troubled.

 

“Why? Is something wrong?” He urged, his tone sounding desperate. “I swear if Red Hood did something—“

 

“No,” You shook your head, “Nothing’s wrong. At least not with you guys.”

 

“Then what is it?” He eyes you, trying to read you. “Is it your day life? Your life behind the mask?”

 

You didn’t answer, avoiding his gaze. You were too quiet, it was such a strange sight. Your eyes held a certain sadness, your smile gone. It’s killing him.  

 

Your silence gave him all the answers he needed. “Then tell me, tell me who you are. Let us help you.” He begs; he knows he’ll do anything you ask him to, and he knows his family would do the same. 

 

“You know we can’t do that.” You shook your head. 

 

Damn, this is getting too long. Haha.. I’ll stop. But yeah. It’s a brilliant idea. 

 

Imagine how crazy he’ll react if he knew that he was the cause of your worries. He was the one who hurt you. The angst will be delicious. 

STOP YOU'RE ACTUALLY READING MY MIND!!

Not to spoil too much but in future chapters Reader will start to doubt themselves and cracks will show.

Reader may also look elsewhere for places to save. After all, Gotham already has so many heroes, what's one gone?

But they can't let the optimistic sweetheart of a hero go now, can they? You know what they say, you can take the man out of the city but not the city out the man...

Who said that?! 😮‍💨

And for the third paragraph, I absolutely agree! They wouldn't stoop so low as to actually assault Reader. But that doesn't mean they can't misuse the power they have over Gotham (both in their vigilante life and real life).

Though if I were to say one name that I think would get slightly physical (passive aggressively) I would have to say Dick.

Dick is such an emotionally complex character. Damian has learnt from his past and knows better thanks to Bruce, Bruce wouldn't risk anything and would instead just verbally cause harm, Jason doesn't actually resort to violence a lot - he yells, he punches walls, etc but he has never actually hit someone without proper reason/justification, Tim is above violence while a civilian.

The way Dick would do it would be so casual though - a hug too tight, a handshake that "accidentally" breaks a finger, a hard "pat" on the back that makes you spit out whatever you're eating/drinking, small things that don't seem like much.

I also want to state that the Reader is very complex as well with how I write them. Their true personality is cautious, ambitious, kind, sarcastic, kinda cold and loyal but they either display one part too much or too little - kind, loyal and ambitious during hero work is up to 100 while cautious, sarcastic, cold is hidden at 30. Whereas while a civilian they show caution, coldness, sarcasm at 100 with loyalty, kindness and ambition down to 30-40.

I won't say much more though, again Reader is you guys so their "true" personality is up to you - this is just how they're perceived by people.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Jason Todd x Reader - “In The Pale Moonlight”

After a one night stand, Jason doesn’t seem to be able to get his mind off you. Desperate to get you out of his head, he hesitantly agrees to go to Wayne Enterprise with his brothers for work, as a response to scrutiny from the general public. What happens when the person he was trying to erase from his memory pops right back into his life?

Requested by anon and on Wattpad: “Can I request one where reader and one of the boys are dating but they act like they still trying to get each other so they flirt a lot and stuff even if everyone knows they’re together”/ 

“And other one where the reader is feeling herself and singing “Meet me in the pale moonlight” by Lana Del Rey in front of one of batboys and they’re like wow she cute and kiss the readeeeeeer (they’re dating and they’re teenagers)THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU 💕” /

“haha well I have another which was that the reader is harley and Bruce's kid and she meets  batboys but jason since she knew before she left  for the first time since she was away for wayne industries business meetings”

A/N: I hope you guys don’t mind that I tweaked it a little since these requests don’t have alot of depth individually!

“I’m just here for a drink.” the girl smiled politely even though she was extremely uncomfortable. 

“I am too, can I have it with you?”

“Oh for crying out loud leave her alone, don’t be such a creep.” The man at the end of the counter groaned.

“Mind your business.” the creep gritted his teeth.

“Your disgusting aura is polluting my drink so it makes it my business.” (Y/N) watched as he stood up and walked towards the pair. Now that he was closer, the woman could see how attractive he was up close, stunning eyes, sharp jaw, tall and a streak of dyed white hair, “Fuck off will you?” 

“Who do you think you are?” 

“Sorry, I forgot a world, fuck off please.” The stranger shot the man a terrifying glare and without another word, the man studded away, like a dog with its tail between his legs. 

“Thank you mister, but if he laid a hand on me I would have sucker punched him.” 

“Mister huh?” he smirked, sitting beside her. 

“Well what’s your name then?” 

“Jason, pleasure to meet you.” 

****

“This is your place?” she hummed, fingers running through his soft hair as his lips trailed down her neck, pulling her legs around his hips.

“Mmh hmm,” 

“You rich or something?” the woman breathed out as he sucked on her skin. 

“Something like that,” he murmured, pulling away to tease her lips with his. Jason stared deeply into her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy? You brought me here.” (Y/N)’s arms hung loosely on his shoulders, occasionally touching the back of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, hooking his hands under her legs and carrying her to his bedroom.

****

Glancing at her side to the soft breathing of the naked man beside her, she shuffled, stretching and yawning. What a night, she tried moving her legs but winced, what a night indeed. 

“Good morning princess,” his morning voice was incredibly attractive as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“Mmh, good morning,” the woman squirmed in his grip as he nipped at her ear teasingly with his teeth, “what time is it?”

“You have someplace to be?” he murmured, hand caressing her naked hip.

“Yeah, I have work.”

“On a Saturday?” 

“Self employed.” 

“Nice!” 

****

A month or so later, Jason was frustratedly sitting in the meeting room, chewing on his lip in boredom as Bruce brought all of them to a meeting at Wayne Enterprise for less scrutiny from the public eye. 

“The person we will be working on for the new design is going to arrive soon so I need you all on your best behaviour.” He glared at all the boys. 

“Yeah yeah, can we just get on with it so I can leave?” The second oldest rolled his eyes. 

“Mr Wayne?” as if on queue, the person knocked on the one-way privacy film that covered every window of the room, the blurred figure waiting patiently on the other side. 

With a last scolding glance to everyone, Bruce strutted over, opening the door and smiling.

“Good morning Mr Wayne.” the woman greeted with a polite smile.

Jason’s eyes widened, and stayed that way even when he made eye contact with the girl. She responded with the same reaction, but quickly regained her composure and greeted the other boys. 

“Oh hey (Y/N),” Dick waved to his roommate, “you look great.” He flirted.

“...Um hey,” she greeted hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his usual ways in the professional setting.

“Shall we get down to business.” Bruce glared at his eldest son.

****

“You don’t have to act so grumpy.” Jason rolled his eyes as they finally arrived at their hotel in Europe after an excruciatingly long flight. 

“I’m tired, I need sleep.” Not wanting to address the elephant in the room, especially when she was this exhausted, she scurried to the bathroom to slip into comfortable pyjamas and landed right into bed, “I’m having this conversation tomorrow, good night.” 

The next day came quickly and (Y/N) opened her eyes reluctantly, wanting to melt in the comfortable double bed she was in. Discreetly, she peeked at the double bed facing her diagonally. 

The woman frowned, it was empty.

“I’m right here.” the man voiced from behind her as he exited the bathroom.

“Jason!” she screeched, “what the hell! Don’t creep up on people!” 

“Well don’t try to spy on people when they are sleeping!” he threw his damp towel to her.

“Ewwwww!” she grimaced.

“Chill, I was drying my hair with that.” he walked towards his bed, and she only now noticed that he was naked -- with a towel around his waist obviously. Steam was emitting from his skin as it glistened still.

With warm ears, she pulled the covers over her face, eyes peeking out discreetly.

“We’ve seen each other completely naked, I don’t see what the problem is, if you’re going to look, be shameless,” he moved his butt from left to right teasingly, “you can see this regularly if you want,” he chuckled.

With a sigh, she buried herself under the covers. 

“I haven’t changed my mind Jason, I’m sorry, I’m not interested in commitment at the moment.” 

She felt a weight on the bed and hesitantly took a peep out. Jason was laying on her bed, shirtless but with some underwear on.

“At least give me the benefit of the doubt for this trip.” he gave her the puppy eyes. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.

“Alright, fine, don’t disappoint.”

****

A few months or so later into the relationship with Jason and gotten closer to his younger brothers, (Y/N) slipped on a comfortable T-shirt, watching herself in the mirror as she tidied her hair a bit and examined the hickey on her neck.

Swaying lightly from side to side to the song that was stuck in her head, she hummed softly to herself, setting out her clothes for the day.

“You don't have to give me anything

Just put your sweet kiss kiss on my lips now baby”

Walking back to the mirror, deciding on whether or not jewelry was necessary, the woman continued.

“Think about you almost all the time, all the time and-”

 “I love you so much baby,” he breathed out from the other side of the room. 

“Hmm?” she glanced in the mirror. 

“Keep singing~” 

“No,” she stuck her tongue out playfully, “are you ready?”

“Do we have to go?” Jason whined, marching up to her, slapping her ass and squeezing it before hugging her from behind, nuzzling her hair, his warm skin against her.

“Baby of course we do, we have to hide the fact that we’re together, plus they are fun, we’re all friends here.” she rubbed her butt against his hips and he bit her ear. 

“No teasing,” he whispered in her ear, turning her around and pushing her against the dresser, “or else.” 

“Or else?” the woman chuckled, “but seriously though,” her hands cupped his cheeks as he stared at her lips, “we can’t act like a couple, it’s unprofessional,” 

“Technically I don’t work at the company,” 

“And the person I’m working with is your dad.”

“Adoptive, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Just a coffee, maybe a lunch, and then we can come straight home.” 

“Mmh, okay,” he pouted, holding her tightly as she kissed his lips and pulled away. “You sing beautifully, please do it more for me.” he pouted. She chuckled, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment.

“Put a shirt on and let’s get ready, I don’t want to be late!” (Y/N) ushered, “and the sooner you’re out of here, the less anxious I’ll be that your brother unexpectedly enters his own home and sees you in it.”

When they were ready, at a somewhat reasonable time, they drove there as quickly and responsibly as possible.

“Why is your hand still on my thigh?!” (Y/N) jumped once she realised he had discreetly snaked his hand back on her thigh when he was parking the car on the side of the road, in a surprising proximity. Slapping his hand away and giving him a look, the woman slipped out of the car and walked up the stairs, ringing on the bell.

Jason scurried up beside her, slapping her butt playfully before pushing the door open. 

“Hey guys!” she grinned, not having the time to scold her boyfriend once again as she was greeted with welcoming smiles. 

“How have you been?” Dick teased, having seen her just yesterday.

After playful banter, and not-so-playful for the brothers, over a nice hot drink, a new topic came up.

“How was the party yesterday (Y/N)?” Jason inquired, knowing fully well about it but trying to seem inconspicuous, “I hope no one stole your heart, that’s for me!” … or not.

She paused, giving him an unimpressed look, reluctant to answer “It was great, and no.” 

“No what?” he smirked. Her cheeks burned, she did not like being put on the spot to lie, especially since this was incredibly unnecessary.

“No one did anything.” 

“To who-”

“This is embarrassing, we know you two are a couple,” Damian nearly gagged. 

“Huh?” (Y/N) turned to him, feeling her soul leave her body.

“How do you know?” Jason looked at him.

“It’s been a while.” Dick chuckled.

“We been knew 💅,” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Someone left someone’s underwear in an awkwardly obvious place when I came around… and you slapped her butt before you came in here, everyone saw it.” Dick explained, watching his brother.

“OH MY GOD, JASON!” 

“I didn’t- wait, how do you know that it’s her underwear???”

The eldest’s expression fell and he blushed. 

“I might have um-” 

“He accidentally came in when I was packing my bag to leave for the business meeting in France okay?” the woman spluttered. 

“You did WHAT?”

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hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries 

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist. 

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right?? 

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless...... 

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link

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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :((((  )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

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thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

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This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow 

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing 

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho) 

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main 

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃����🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet 

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh 

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

[rinisbowen]

Thoughts on what Jason said in the team Ricky vs team Ej video?

Also, thoughts on what Meg says here (https://twitter.com/artcxdes11/status/1548326106603724801?s=21) in regards to Val?

hi anon, thanks for the ask. that interview was such a fun surprise like- press already starting to come out !!! we're getting so close.

i'm surprised but also not surprised someone wants me to talk about that particular comment that was made bc... people have strong feelings about it in both directions... but also i don't feel like a very strong voice in this fandom either lol so it surprises me still when people want my take on things haha.

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it will come as a surprise to absolutely no one that i like ricky a lot. i think he's a great character. do i think right now ricky’s a better partner for gina than ej? not necessarily. but i don't think jason's being entirely fair in what he's said about ricky either ngl.

that's the thing is- i'm not a rina. (not a portwell either but that's neither here nor there)... but i still think that wasn't necessarily a fair commentary on ricky himself when compared to ej.

here’s everything jason says in the video, for full context:

“i am so team ej team gina. i just- i just love them- i just love them so much. i think ej is the best version of himself when he is in a good place with gina. ricky just like- he goes from girl to girl, man he like- it’s like he can’t be alone. you know what i mean he just seems to- he needs to figure some stuff out.” 

the problem isn’t him preferring ej and gina together- to specifically address his reasoning though... i don’t think that’s the problem here, particularly when you consider that if either of these guys is a serial romantic / serial dater in the show’s canon it’s ej, not ricky. 

ricky has had one girlfriend his whole life. nini is canonically even his first crush. he has a friendship verging on a flirtationship with gina in season 1 when he and nini are seemingly over for good from what ricky sees on his end, and he gives lily a phone call after she confesses her feelings for him (around two months after he and nini break up). he “hung out with a few girls” during his break with nini- but he said that he talked about nini the whole time so i don’t exactly think anything was going on with him and the summer girls. 

ej has had a girlfriend every valentines day- he’s canonically dated a lot of people, or at least has pretty much always been in a relationship (until he and nini break up anyway). has ej stopped being a serial dater? from what we’ve seen- yes. but i’m just saying- if the claim is that ricky’s a serial romantic and that’s why ej’s better for gina... i think that’s a hard argument to make in earnest. 

does ricky need to figure some stuff out? yes, obviously. 100%. he has a lot going on in his life. his parents divorce has taken a toll on him. ending the relationship with his first love- (for a second time, this time with more finality) also took a toll on him... and i think ricky does on a certain level think that love is the key to happiness. “you make him happy... what else is there?” is one of the lines he says to miss jenn when he gives her his blessing to date his father again. (and with how messed up mike is after the divorce, i get why ricky might think that way). but i don’t think he jumps from girl to girl and that that’s his problem. he’s fairly reluctant to get to know both gina and lily at first, particularly the latter obviously, and he turns down lily twice in one day (girl’s got guts you have to give her that) before he calls her, if he was just seeking relationships at any cost he would’ve agreed to get pizza with her in that hallway. 

i’d more easily accept other arguments that are more directly related to the fact that ej’s his best self with gina as jason notes... this one is a broad correlation that doesn’t even really have to do with gina herself. i think there’s an argument to be made that ej’s more prepared to be in a relationship right now than ricky who’s likely still on some level working to get over / past nini... but also the passage of time is a thing in between seasons, and who knows how long it’ll have been. i just think there are better arguments to be made than saying ricky jumps from girl to girl and that’s why he’s not right for gina. 

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on to meg's little clip though- i am sorta curious which zombies 3 interview that's from lowkey, but i'm too tired to go look rn haha. to transcribe the clip quickly for those who aren't going to the tweet:

"and then my character kinda stirs some drama up which was really fun to kinda be a part of-"

to start- we kinda could've called that she'd be stirring the pot, this fandom's been sorta expecting as much since the whole college student thing was announced. meg's also said before that val "adds a lot of drama and dynamics to everybody", i have a post that talks about that little section of her interview she did with milo around when the zombies trailer released.

so that all being said- val's going to cause some issues for the group, but i mean that's to be expected, we have to have some drama to keep the plot going, and a guest character like hers who's recurring is a great way to do so. her being a college student and a counselor with ej makes it easy for her to spend a lot of time with him and talking to him about college and such... plus since they've known each other so long. jealousy is possible on gina's end there, whether it's unfounded or not. plus, her being the choreographer could cause some things otherwise too. we'll see how it all goes down.

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[flying-nightwing]

Sing Me to Sleep

Haha I’m legit crying good luck with this one if you cry easily like me. So basically this is me evacuating stress by writing a god damn tragedy once again. Don’t worry tho I gave you a little break at the end so you don’t think I’m cruel. Anyway Siri play Quit Playing Games with my Heart by the Backstreet Boys.

Masterlist in bio // pinned post

Pairing: siblings Jason x reader

Word count: 2547

Warnings: dealing with death/grief, language

Summary: You’ve taken so much with you // but left the worst with me (insp.)

You knew something was wrong when Bruce came back from patrol without Jason. His head was low, and he refused to meet your eyes. In fact, he had avoided you altogether. You were kindly but firmly escorted out of the cave by Alfred as the Bat came back, and that confirmed that the night had definitely gone awry. You waited, waited and waited, biting your nails, pulling your hair, until the sun came up and took its place well up in the sky. You were tired and sleepless, but you couldn’t close your eyes. You were nervous, not knowing what was going on. A thousand scenarios ran into your mind, yet none of them prepared you for the solemn expression that was painted over Bruce’s face when he finally came up the batcave later in the morning. He had dark circles under his eyes, contrasting over the red around his iris. You stopped breathing. 

Bruce wasn’t the one to express emotion, so it was bad. Even without words, especially without words, it told you everything you needed to know. He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, and your heart sank.

“No” You muttered, trying to catch his glance. He wouldn’t let you in. “That’s impossible”

“I’m sorry kid” His voice cracked, but was quickly covered with a clearing of his throat. 

“That can’t be…”

He walked away. Your legs shaked, and you had to hold on the wall not to fall. You couldn’t let yourself believe anything bad happened to Jason. He was your big brother, the one person you looked up the most to. Your vision blurred with tears. He couldn’t be gone, no, he always came through. He was strong and resilient, and you still believed it was just a terrible, terrible nightmare. But unfortunately, you were still aware and no amount of pinching your skin and biting your cheek to draw blood could change that. 

You let yourself fall on the ground, right beside the piano. Your chest heaved, the tightness restricting your lungs from expanding enough to give you air. You recognized the symptoms of a panic attack, but you couldn’t stop it. Usually, Jason would be there to help you calm down. He would always be there to do breathing exercises with you, or distract you from your spiralling down. He was good at that, he understood you better than anyone here in the manor. 

You had a similar story, so there was no surprise at all you bonded so quickly. Dick was almost jealous of the relationship you had with Jason. Bruce adopted you after your trip to juvie for shoplifting instant noodles and gatorade for the third time. You were only fourteen back then, and Bruce bailing you out saved your life. There were a lot of things you didn’t expect from this life, but what you truly didn’t see coming was to have someone who related to you in this new life. From day one, you got along with Jason. You were angsty and brooding and confrontational, and instead of frowning at you, he gave you tips on how to make it all even more effective. In a matter of weeks, he became your best friend. He taught you everything he knew about the Manor, about how to navigate the life of a Wayne. You used to sneak outside during galas and functions to smoke cigarettes he never told you where he got, bitching on the guests and on how ridiculous it all was. You would be miserable together at some points, but it was better than being miserable alone. 

At least he understood. 

You thought about the last words you exchanged before he went on patrol last night. Could you even remember what you said? It was something banal, you knew it. Probably a dumb joke, or words that didn’t matter at all. What if it was the last thing you said to him? Ever? It couldn’t be it. 

“Miss (Y/N)?” 

You looked up to Alfred, who was standing in front of you with a concerned frown. His eyes held an infinite amount of sadness, but he was doing his best to stay strong. 

“He’ll come back, won’t he?” You asked, still hopeful. You had to be.

“Master Todd--” For a second there he threatened to come undone, but he composed himself, for your sake probably. “The Joker was involved. He… There was an explosion”

You felt a hot tear roll down your cheek. Alfred looked away.

“There was nothing Master Wayne could do” He shook his head, his voice slightly higher than usual. “I am so sorry, Miss (Y/N)”

You tried, god knows you tried to stay strong. That’s what he would have told you, to hold your head up and battle through it all. But you weren’t him and now he was gone for real. The dam made of denial you had put up to hold the emotions at bay broke in a thousand pieces, suddenly flooding you with the sharpest pain you ever felt. 

Bruce would never tell you, but the cry of agony you let out at that moment made his own tears fall off in cascades again.

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The funeral had been kept small and away from prying eyes. 

The last thing Bruce wanted was for the paparazzi to show up and turn it into a tabloid. He had been very pragmatic in the last days, almost like nothing had happened. But you knew. He was just better at hiding his grief. You hadn’t talked to anybody ever since that night, not even Alfred despite knowing he didn’t deserve your silence. He was hurting too, but your pain was crippling. The only reason you even got out of bed and showered was to pay your last respects to Jason. Not even to him, to a closed casket and a headstone. Was there even enough left of him to bury a body? You had no idea. Bruce didn’t speak about it. You didn’t want to know either. 

The sky had opened minutes after the burial ceremony. You stood at the back of the small crowd composed of Bruce, Alfred and Dick, far enough so they couldn’t be tempted to look at you with pity, or worse, ask you to say some words. The black headstone in the manor’s backyard was taunting you, reminding you you were once again all alone. 

Here rests Jason Todd

Loving son and brother

It wasn’t fair. You wanted to scream and the sky, so loud you would make the thunder seem like a whisper. It wasn’t fair. You had never felt such pain before, not when your mother bailed, not when you learned your father was found dead in his car. Your adopted brother was the closest family you had, you loved him so much and now he was gone, just like that.

You tore your eyes from the gravestone when you heard your name being spoken close to you. You hadn’t even noticed Dick approaching, let alone him stopping that close you, his black umbrella overlapping yours. His eyes were red and puffy, and he didn’t even try to hide it. You had forgotten Jason was his brother too. 

“You should come back inside” His voice was wavering, hiccuping here and there. Only then you noticed everybody else was gone. “You’ll catch a cold”

You shook your head. 

“I need time alone with…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. But he understood. He simply walked away, leaving you under the rain to give one last formal goodbye. 

You walked to the foot of the still open hole in the ground, staring at the dark wooden coffin laying at the bottom that remained undisturbed by the cold of the morning. For a while you didn’t talk, because you didn’t want to but also because you couldn’t. There was this lump in your throat that stole from you your restrain on your emotion. You couldn’t even start to describe what you were feeling, as everything was spinning so fast in your head. You were dizzy and wanted off, but unfortunately, you had no control on anything. You had little else choice than to be a victim of your own inability to process the death of a loved one. So when you could finally speak, you were surprised, but not really, that what came out was anger.

“Fuck you Jason” It came off weaker out loud than how you felt it inside, like a tidal wave crashing on a rock before it could reach the shore. “Why did you leave me alone?”

Your tears joined the pouring rain in their symphony. 

“You knew how much you meant to me, you knew!” You flexed your frozen fingers on the handle of the umbrella. “And you still left me. I hate you!”

Your words fueled your sobbing. Your hand flew to your mouth, regretting instantly what you said. Jason didn’t deserve those harsh words you didn’t mean, but your chest was heavy and it was the only thing that would come out. You felt restricted even in the large field, like you were in the coffin instead of him. Maybe you should have been. Maybe if you had accepted Bruce’s offer to join the vigilante life, maybe you would have been with him, maybe you could have even saved him. He didn’t leave you, you left him. It was your fault, not his. Why did you say you hated him? Now you hated yourself.

“I’m so sorry Jason” You couldn’t even hear the words you were saying, but you felt the urge to speak them anyway. “I’m so sorry. I don’t, I don’t hate you. I just miss you so fucking much. I don’t know what I’ll do without you around. You’ve taken everything good in this world with you, and left the worst out here with me. You’re gone, and I’m still here. You always told me to be strong, but I can’t, not without you. I’m not sure I can do this, Jason. I could have learned so much more from you, but what’s left now? I just wished I could talk to you one more time, tell you how much you changed my life for the better. Just give you one more hug, even though you pretended you hated it because that's how a brother acts. Learn one more dumb self defense move. Steal your snacks one more time, so you can be mad at me but still make sure you buy extra for me. You thought I didn’t know you were never really mad. How can I steal your snacks now, if you’re not there to catch me in the act?”

You paused to breathe, the action now a little easier. Your tears had stopped and so did the rain, leaving a thick, cold mist hanging above the dewy grass. His absence was a permanent ache on your side, his soul felt so far away even though his body was right in front of you. The lid of the coffin acted as the veil in between the living and the dead, a veil you couldn’t see through. You wondered if he was on the other side, and if he was, whether or not he was as lost and scared as you, searching for a familiar face in all this fog. The best you could hope now was for him to be at peace. 

“I know you had a hard time believing anybody could love you” You sighed, calmer now. “But I did. I’ve looked up to you from the moment I met you. You were my hero. I guess… I guess I just wanted you to know that. I’m sorry I never told you out loud, I should have but now it’s too late. I just hope you knew that you were the most important person to me, and that I will miss you every remaining day of my life. Thank you Jason, for everything you gave me. I wish I had the time to repay the favour while I still had the time. I’m so sorry”

You stayed there until sundown.

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Every morning for five years you visited Jason’s grave, every morning but this one. You woke up late for a final, barely having the time to dress up and steal a bagel from the kitchen. You told yourself you would visit it tonight, that it was no big deal. Dick barely went anymore, and Bruce liked to ignore it was even there. Still, you knew he thought about it from time to time, by how he looked through the windows on rainy days. But still, it felt wrong not to go talk to him even just a little bit. I stayed at the back of your mind for the entire duration of the final. 

The smog provided a thick blanket over gotham, but the sun, ever so resilient, managed to peek through the yellow-ish cover to warm the concrete jungle that was Gotham. Your exam was your only appointment of the day, so you allowed yourself to read a book in the metro that brought you back to the outskirts of the city. Coincidently, it was one of Jason’s favourites. You had already gotten through his entire collection, but this was the one that stuck out the most to you. The wagon was only half full, so you sat next to the window to take advantage of the rare golden light that seemed to only increase the farther you got from the inner city.

Without tearing your eyes from the words in front of you, you got off at the last stop and jogged down the platform’s stairs until you reached your car. Only then you put the book aside and drove back the short way to the manor. You picked the book again when you got off, slowly walking around the house, drinking the words like water in the desert. Your feet walked on their own the way to the small Wayne graveyard, a way they already knew without needing your guidance. However, they stopped when you noticed a tall figure standing exactly where you usually would. Your eyes left the page, squinting at the stranger. It wasn’t Bruce, and it wasn’t Dick, despite the similar black hair. He had heard you coming, you recognized the subtle shift in the posture you observed your vigilante family do countless times. 

“Hello?” You decided to call. “Can I help you?”

He froze. You didn’t understand why, until he turned his shoulder and stared at you with wide, hopeful eyes. You held your breath as you searched his familiar features. It wasn’t the face you remembered, and his eyes didn’t hold the same wonder they did before, but you could still recognize the character in them anytime. At first you didn’t believe it, you pinched yourself a hundred times over in a minute, bit the inside of your cheek until it bled, but he was still standing there, baffled as you were, searching your face for familiarity just as you did him. 

“Jason?”

He gave you a half smile, but it was all you needed. Your eyes teared up as you chuckled in disbelief, pushing aside the questions you had for him and running into his arms.

[watchtower-feed]

Steph’s Promposals TM

Disclaimer: This fic was inspired by Chapter 35 of Tamen De Gushi by Tan Jiu and Tim Drake’s vigilante life ruining his school life in Robin: Wanted. This was supposed to be last week’s fic but it’s wordy... Words: 2,587

     When Tim comes home from one of Wayne Industry’s covert labs, he finds his whole family in his room. They have rummaged through the suits in his closet which are now laid out for viewing on his king-sized mattress. Before he can ponder whether he should ask or just leave, Dick spots him.

     “Tim!” Dick holds up two suits, “All-black dinner suit or grey summer suit?”

     All eyes are on him now and Tim wonders if the family’s invited to the Gazette’s upcoming charity gala next month. But they never prepared for those things, asking for recommendations on suits or dressing each other. Unless it’s for a mission, they never prepare at all.

     “Wouldn’t a white-polo black jacket dinner suit be more appropriate for a gala?” Tim has moved toward his desk to empty the contents of his bag, while his family turned to each other with raised brows.

     Suddenly, Damian scoffs loudly and ceremoniously punches Jason in the arm.

     “Ow!”

     “I told you Drake didn’t know. Pay up.”

     “Tim,” Bruce says softly, “aren’t you going to your prom?”

     Tim’s hand slips from the table. He stays stunned in midair as he repeats Bruce’s question in his head. His last prom is the day after tomorrow but he’s never gone to a single one. So why are they concerned about it now?

     Tim slowly turns around and is almost insulted by the pitying looks his family is giving him. Dick looks like he’s about to cry and Cass smiles at him with sad eyes. Alfred is pressing down the non-existent creases of his jacket. The ends of Jason’s lips are pulled down. Damian’s smirking. And even though Bruce is trying to hold in his reaction, Tim can see the slightest furrow of his usually-apathetic brows. They’re staring at him like he’s dying but he doesn’t know it yet.

     “Why would you assume I’m going?” he asks warily.

     His question only made his family’s expressions graver. Finally, Bruce gives him the deepest sigh Tim has ever heard.

     “Father,” Damian steps forward with a grin on his face. “Allow me.” He takes out a small red automatic umbrella from behind him. “Grayson asked if he could borrow your umbrella this morning and you threw him this.” Damian tosses it to Tim.

     Tim holds it in his hands and vaguely remembers what happened before he left the manor this morning. He’s seen the umbrella before but never used it. He sort of remembers it being a gift from a good friend last year, who also started ignoring him out of the blue.

     “Open it.”

     Tim doesn’t want to take orders from Damian but no one else in his family is speaking up and at this point, Alfred has sat down to brace himself while peering at Tim through folded hands.

     “No. Open it as if it’s raining. At the ceiling. So we can see your reaction.”

     Damian is being especially specific and Jason’s frown has slowly been replaced by an eager smirk. There seem to be some theatrics planned and Tim hasn’t figured out where this is going so he decides to play along.

     He points the umbrella toward the ceiling and pushes the button. There, on the inside of the umbrella, written in black bold letters is the question: Will you go to prom with me?

     Tim’s jaw drops. His wide eyes are punctuating each letter as he reads the message over and over again. No matter how many times he repeats it in his head it’s not changing.

     A flash hits Tim in the face and he glares at Jason who’s laughing silently with his mouth open.

     “Todd, you were moving too much. I should’ve taken it.”

     “No, Dames-- haha-- I got it alright.”

     “Sons. Please.”

     Bruce’s voice drops as he closes his eyes while massaging his temples, unsure which boy he’s most disappointed in at the moment. At this point, Dick has made his way to Tim and clutches his shoulders, fingers pressing desperately, “At least say you remember who it’s from.”

✧ ✧ ✧ 

     It’s the day before prom and just like last year, you don’t have a date. It’s no big deal, really. You had fun with your friends last time. But it’s just that, this time of the year is bringing back awful memories. Maybe you shouldn’t go to school?

     You sigh. There’s still school the next day.

     You get up, get ready, and drag your feet all the way to the front of your school. Your friends greet you near the steps and suddenly thoughts of last year have been forgotten. It’s not like you talk to him anymore. You’ve done a good job of avoiding him and he never made a move to apologize or patch things up with you so… really. It’s no big deal.

     “Isn’t that--”

     “Tim Drake?”

     You didn’t want to look. You weren’t planning to. But you have been staring at him since you walked into the school because Timothy Drake is waiting by your locker. Holding the red umbrella.

     He sees you and it’s too late to turn back. Your friends all know about the failed umbrella and they’re already marching up to him.

     “The audacity.”

     “You’ve got some nerve, rich prick.”

     “Woah,” Tim quickly holds up his hands. Suddenly realizing he’s way over his head. He should’ve accepted Dick’s advice when he offered it last night instead of slamming his door shut on his family. He was embarrassed. But now, he would take Jason’s help with your friends, even if he’ll just end up being a soundboard for their insults.

     “I can explain.”

     Your friends scoff as you slowly walk behind them where you can only see glimpses of Tim’s face.

     “Explain then.”

     “I…” Tim stutters. Then he bows his head slightly and his free hand travels to the back of his neck as he sucks in through his teeth. He sneaks you a crooked smile while his eyebrows try to meet at the center. “I only opened it yesterday…”

     Silence. Incredulous eyes and held breaths. Then a collective groan and one of your friends slaps their forehead.

     Tim nervously chuckles to try lessen the tension, “Actually it was my brother--”

     “Okay. Stop right there,” You’re blushing furiously and you are furious. You rush forward and cover Tim’s mouth with both of your hands. “Please stop.”

     Tim peeks at you and your cheeks heat up at the sudden proximity. You quickly pull back your hand and nudge your head toward the end of the hall. Tim follows you, still clutching the red umbrella in his hand.

     You stop and quickly snatch it from him. When you reach the corner, you wring the umbrella with your hands and refuse to look at him.

     On his part, he doesn’t know what to say. He knows he should apologize but is that enough? It’s been a year. You’ve been mad at him this whole time and he was too clueless to even know why.

     “Clueless is an understatement,” you say.

     Tim gulps as he realizes he’s been speaking his mind. His tendency to mutter his thoughts has always been a nuisance to Jason and he always complains about it. But then again it’s Jason. He thought his brother was just making something up to annoy him about.

     “Is oblivious more accurate?” he teases.

     You turn to him then. Glaring.

     “Not the time. Sorry!” Yeah. Second greatest detective my ass! Tim swallows. Where’s Steph when you need her?

     You sigh. It sounds a lot like Bruce’s from last night. “Tim, we should get to class.”

     “Okay. Okay,” he says in a rush. “I really am sorry. I was an idiot-- am an idiot.” You tap your foot on the tiled floor, not really wanting an apology. All you wanted was his answer. A rejection would’ve been better than this. “So I was wondering if I can make it up to you by taking you to prom this year?” he asks sheepishly.

     The hair on the ends of your skin stand up. It’s not goosebumps or nerves. It’s pure rage. You stomp your foot at Tim, making him jump. “How dare yo-- NO.” You quickly turn and start to walk away but Tim grabs your hand.

     “Y/N, wait--”

     You snap at him, imitating his tone, “ ‘Make it up to you by taking you to prom’ God, Tim! I cannot believe you right now! You don’t ask a girl to prom like it’s some sort of favor!”

     “How…” Tim hesitates, eyes narrows below furrowed brows, “How do I ask a girl to prom?”

     You realize then that Tim isn’t just oblivious. He’s worse than a newborn calf. You slowly brush off his hand. The two of you stand awkwardly in the hallway.

     You sigh for a long time with your hands running down your patience. “Look, Tim,” you start, “I’m not mad.” You stop, puzzled that it’s not a lie. You sigh again, softer this time. “Really. I’m actually a little relieved now that I finally know why you never answered me--”

     “I--”

     You hold up your hand, “So many reasons I came up with on my own. All bad ones. And I was imagining how I would give you such a hard time when you finally apologize.”

     Tim tries to speak again but your gaze has softened and he suddenly doesn’t feel the need to explain. You understand. You’ve always understood him better than anyone. But he hurt your feelings, despite not knowing, and you deserve to be mad at him.

     The bell rings and you wait until the halls have cleared before you continue, “But you know, after a year of not talking, I realized something.” Tim gulps when you look him in the eye. A light blush coats your cheeks. “I miss my friend.”

     Tim stares at you before his lips slowly curl into a small smile.

     You chuckle away the sudden nerves, “I miss my dumb oblivious friend who doesn’t know anything but academics and video games.”

     His voice comes out low and breathless, “Yeah?”

     You finally return his smile. “Yeah.”

✧ ✧ ✧ 

     Steph’s laughter booms loudly over the gunshots on the rooftop. She’s wheezing and Tim is glaring into the distance, but not missing a beat when he sidesteps a thug and slams the barrel of his rifle against his nose.

     “You’re an idiot.”

     “Thank you, Dames. I didn’t just get that from Steph’s obnoxious snorting.”

     “So that’s a yes, right? You’re going to prom?” Dick asks through the comms.

     “Yeah, I guess so.”

     Steph stops abruptly. Cass looms on a gargoyle perched above Tim and Steph, checking for any more movement. When she finds that they’ve subdued every single one, she joins Steph in staring at Tim. There’s a sudden eerie silence throughout all comms, as if the boys have instinctively picked up on the tension. It’s Babs who breaks it. “Steph, do the honor--”

     “How in the holy hell do you figure she said yes to being your prom date? Come on, Timmy. Enlighten us. Please.”

     Tim gulps and suddenly he couldn’t even hear his brothers breathing through the comms. His voice is low when he answers. “She said she missed me--”

     “Because you haven’t hung out for a year!” Steph cuts him off then crosses her arms with a huff. She rapidly taps her feet, daring Tim to answer.     “... She was avoiding me--”

     “Because you didn’t even have the decency to use the umbrella she gave you! Ugh--!” Steph throws her hands up and kicks the ground. “Everyday this past year, I can’t believe my greatest promposal idea was soiled by your cluelessness.”

     Tim’s eyes widens and he shouts indignantly at Steph, “It was your idea? Then why didn’t you just tell me!?”

     “We had a bet going,” Babs interferes. “Nightwing party of three on your left. Robin en route to assist from overhead.”

     “He’s coming in from the ceiling?!”

     “Wait,” Tim cuts in, “Who else knew?” Cass raises her hand when Tim turns to her.

     “Might I remind everyone,” Bruce cuts in through all comms, “that we are on a high stakes mission tonight?”

     “Yes. Best postpone this discussion until tomorrow. Can someone please find out where Red Hood has been taken to?”

     Cass immediately leaps off of her vantage point and leaves Tim and Steph on the rooftop.

     Tim sighs under his breath, “... but prom is tomorrow.”

     Steph comes up behind him and drapes her arm over his shoulders. “You’re so lucky you have me.”

✧ ✧ ✧ 

     You make it through the school day just like any other. It’s even better now that you’re friends with Tim again. You took your shot and you crashed and burned. But at least now you can salvage your friendship.

     Except that prom is tonight. Despite the awful memories, you still want your last prom to be unforgettable. More than half the school already ditched during lunch period. Now you only have a few hours left to get ready.

     “Okay,” Steph whispers into her comms and Cass nods from beside her. “She’s leaving the classroom. Red, make it rain.”

     From the roof, Jason quickly releases the folded firehouse in his grasp and aims it at the sky. The water splits as it comes down and blankets the small entrance of the school with fake rain. Jason grins as he watches high school kids scramble about in search for quick cover.

     You’re watching from the top of the steps, looking down at the people running from the sudden rain. Strange, you think. It’s so bright out.

     “Red 1, did you take Y/N’s umbrella?”

     “Affirmative.”

     Steph watches you rummage through your bag. “Okay. Red 1, go.”

     Dick comes up from behind you, wearing an oversized coat to disguise himself, and opens his red umbrella halfway down the steps. You were going to ask if you could walk with him to the bus stop but the writing on his umbrella suddenly caught your eye. It has your name on it.

     While you watch him walk away, Steph speaks into her comms again. “Red 2, go.”

     Damian clicks his tongue at his codename. He only agreed to assist in this scheme because Steph let him write the next line.

     A child too young to be in high school is also wearing an oversized coat and holding a red umbrella. He opens it at the foot of the steps and stays there. Waiting for you to read what’s written in angry bold letters on his umbrella: I’m sorry I’m a clueless idiot.

     You blink at the words. Stunned. “What’s happening…” you mutter.

     Steph turns to Cass, “Ready, Red 3.” Cass nods and the two of them come up from behind you. Cass opens her red umbrella first: It’s our last prom but my first one...

     “Steph?” you call out.

     Steph gives you a wink before she opens her own red umbrella: … and I want to spend it with you.

     Steph and Cass count to two before they start walking away into the cover of the fake rain over your school.

     You’re about to run after them when Tim suddenly shows up next to you. You’re staring at him with wide eyes that immediately turn to the red umbrella he’s holding in front of you. He unclasps it and opens it over your heads.

     You look up. Inside it says: If you want to.

     Tim takes in a breath before he speaks, “Do you want me?” His voice is low and shaky. “As your date I mean.”

      ✧ Watchtower Masterlist ✧  

[ellana-ravenwood]

Batfam moments I think about a lot and wish we'd have more stories of...

1. Bruce Wayne learning how to "dad" and making SO MANY MISTAKES. But we see him evolve over the years, and slowly getting used to it. He will always have communication problems, and have moments when he's a total jerk. Let's not forget he's only human, and we all have bad moments. Buuuuut, he’s the kind of father to go make a detour to buy his kids their favorite dinner (and yes, all of them, like before he comes home to Wayne Manor, I can see him go to différent take aways and bring back their favorite food haha). 

Or like, remembering exactly what they’re into lately and looking stuffs up on the internet to get up to date. I bet sometimes they’d talk about a band or video games and Bruce would be like : “Oh yes, I particularly like the battle mode of this blahblahblah” and they’d all be stunned haha.  I think he has a special way of loving. It’s not always obvious, out there right in your face, but it’s most definitely there. 

His children are his strength (as shown in many stories... In more stories in fact, that the ones that exists where he's a total dick to them). And he cares for them in his own way, which can sometimes appear cold and such, while it's just that he doesn't always know how to react. Like. We have to remember his background, it's not really surprising he has communication problems and such things. But he cares... So much. 

He's thé kind of dad that goes out of his way to please his kids, even if said kids don't even notice the small things he does for them because ya know, hé just does it and they're used to it and it's only as they grow up they truly realize how out of his way he went for them etc etc. À discreet , pure and différent way of loving. He knows them, hé truly does. “You don’t even know me !” one of them would say after a fight, out of anger, and he would answer : “I do.” confidently, and they’d be like : “PROVE IT THEN !” and Bruce would enumerates everything he can think of about them. Favorite color, favorite meal, favorite book, favorite tv show, hobbies, crushes, fears etc etc...Anyway. Yes. 

I just want scenes of him slowly learning how to be a father, and not being the best about it all the time, yet trying his best and it’s obvious he does. We forget sometimes what he went through, and what it truly means for him to adopt and take care of those kids. We forget often that he became Batman, mainly because he does not want any other kid to experience what he went through. Bruce as à father is far from perfect, and hé makes shit tons of mistakes, but he tries, and hé loves them deeply. I think that's why I really hate canon lately, they turned him into à mindless brute who genuinely abusés his kids. It's so, so, so bad, and goes against decades of stories. It's written by people that think "edgy" is à personality trait and what people nowadays love (which is totally false). I'm pretty sûre that for all the canon examples of him being à jerk to the Batkids, I can pull out about ten times more examples of him being à good dad. Again. He's flawed because he's human, and he's difficult to understand at times... But no one will ever make me believe he doesn't love his children with all his heart.

2. Young Jason being super surprised that Bruce is actually a very good cook because he always pictured filthy rich people never doing anything themselves...and Bruce being like : “You know, I was mostly raised by Alfred. Of course he would teach me basic house skills.” while flipping expertly the food in the pan. Alfred one day telling the kids something like : “Everyone always think Master Wayne is a bubbly idiot who cannot work his way around a house, but this is very wrong. He has been changing his own sheets ever since he was 7, and his parents already made sure that he would know what house work is, so he could treat the servants right by seeing how difficult it can be. When his parents died, I took care of him, and there was a long moment he would follow me around everywhere, maybe in fear that I would go, too...During those moments, I taught him a lot.” And then just Bruce showing à few things to his own kids, as à parallèlism to how him and Alfred were (and still are) ❤️.

3. A direct follow up of the one above, Bruce teaching his kids all kind of stuffs. How to play piano, how to fall without hurting yourself, how to cook, how to fight, how to ride a bike for those who didn’t know etc etc...A perfect mix of totally normal domestic stuffs, and of night vigilante stuffs. I bet he’d make up “escape games” for his kids on boring Sunday afternoons, because it’d develop a lot of their skills needed to be Robins (or whoever) AND is fun. I think the reverse totally works too, the kids teaching him things. Like, how to play that video game, how to use slang without sounding like an old man, how to paint his nails, blahblahblah. Just moments together, because they spend so much time with each others like, come on. They have hobbies too. And care about each others enough to want to know about it, and share stuffs etc etc. Growing together, ya know ?

4. More crossover moments with the entire family, not just one or two character : John Constantine being there to ask help for a thing (or not asking help but Bruce wouldn’t let anyone “tamper” with Gotham without him being there so...haha). Zatanna coming around to teach the kids some magic (just like her dad did with Bruce...not “real” magic but like, escape magic and all), or something. Green Arrow making à courtesy visit with his wife, son, and sidekicks. The Superfam and their strong bonds with the Batfam being shown more, and not always in that “rival” way. And like, all of them, not just one or two characters at a time. Sunday lunches at the Kent farm, gaming nights (to which Bruce is dragged to), friendly compétitions, blahblahblah.

5. “Baby” Dick having nightmares in the middle of the night of his parents’ death, and Bruce always being there. How Bruce understands and is always around for him. And reassures him. And on that note : I’m sure most of the kids have nightmares during the night, and Bruce becomes better and better over the years at soothing them. Oh also, if Dick, after he goes and lives in Bludhaven comes to sleep at Wayne Manor for any reasons and has a nightmare, Bruce will just automatically go to him...awkward and cute scene ensues haha.

6. Cass’ first words to Bruce. A very emotional scenes because...it’s the first time she speaks. And it’s clumsy and she’s not sure of herself, and her voice trembles a little. But she’s talking. I’m not sure what her first words would truly be, but most definitely something that touches Bruce. That move him. That make him realize how much he loves that kid.

7. Bruce taking Jason to a baseball game (pre-death Jason) for his birthday because that’s what the kid wanted as à gift. And then later, them going to a game once again after their reconciliation. A very big parallel between the two scènes ya know, as Bruce reminisces. Both end up with Jason hugging Bruce because his favorite team won. In the first scene it’s little 8/9 years old Jay excited and is all cute. In the post-death scene, it’s a grown up Jason who had been angry at Bruce for so long and finally forgave him, and who hugs Bruce without even realizing he does it, because he’s just happy...And it ends on Bruce’s face smiling like, he finally got his boy back.

8. Tim and Damian bonding. I hate it when they're only represented as hating each others 24/7. They had à rough start, sure. But they grew à lot... I just wish we could see them more actually learning to be brothers, accepting each others etc etc. Now of course they'd bicker. Like any siblings. But I bet they'd have à lot of common intérests and such. That they'd like to tease each others, but would genuinely like hanging out and all. 

Also Tim is à very understanding sweet person, hé might be annoyed with Damian at first... But he would be amongst those who get it, ya know ? Who gives him time/à chance ? Like Bruce at first did everything wrong with Damian. He was harsh and violent and used intimidation (things Damian was too used to...) thinking he needed that to get Damian to lose his old ways (until he realized how wrong he was and apologzed and took à gentler way...ah that was good shit right there, Bruce acknowledging it all and trying to be better... Not like this current canon Bruce who's an asshole and never suffers any conséquences of it...). Well I think Tim would be more understanding and realize... Damian is just à kid. And Tim is à big brother now ? His older siblings were there for him, it's time for him to be there too. Know what I mean ? So yeah. I wish we'd have more of them actually being brothers and bonding.

 Same for Dick and Jason. I wish we had more of them together before Jason's death, and after too... They've been brothers for à long time, their relationship from start to Jay's death to him coming back... Is so interesting. Also, same goes for Cassandra and any of them.

9. Tim getting genuinely interested about Wayne Enterprise, and going to work with Bruce. Asking à million questions and mimicking à lot of B's mannerisms. Dick never showed much intérest in the company, and Jason could've been à great "heir " to it all had he not die and all... I don't think neither Damian nor Cass would care much. But Tim ? First canonically he is interested. But even so, he's just that "type" of kid ya know ? I bet he'd be very excited about the charity side of it all, and find novel ways to to make the world a better place. After all Tim is thé only one of the Robins to not have à tragic background (at least at first, after je was also hit with loss and pain... ) when he first became Robin, and who helped Batman and all completely selflessly. Because it was the right thing to do, and for no other tragic reasons.

10. Damian learning/enjoying really normal basic things gives me life ? Like the boy grew up in such à specific environment, there's so many things he must've missed...Disney movies marathon, vidéo games, just having fun without any other purpose than to have fun (no training), knowing what it is to feel safe and warm... You know. I wish we'd just see Damian understanding and learning things he was just never given, that are just... Nice. Of course being Batman's son means his life can never be completely normal (and I'm not sure he could fully adapt to à normal life... People always seem to forgét the deep traumas he went through during his childhood, which is why he was how Hé was at first...aaaah Damian came à long way), but you know, hé can still expérience so many new things, with his siblings and all ? With his father who tries really hard ? With Alfred ? Just. Seeing truly Damian have that character development without backtracking on it all the time (you know how in canon stories he's à total brat, then gets better, then back to à friendless brat who hates everyone and so on and s forth :/). Seeing him wanting to become better, and actually having à nice évolution.

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When I'm sad, I like to headcanon scènes about the Batfam, stuffs I wish we could see etc etc haha. Here's just à few I thought about today. I just.. Love them so much, love to share my love for them, and néed to escape current canon a lot haha. Anyway. Here we are.

PS : Sorry for any typo, I wrote this on my phone, and since I'm French, the autoccorect is changing almost every English words to French ones and I might've missed à few mistakes it made ( which drives me crazy haha. And is why I only put 10 "scènes" and not more... Ah, for another post ?).

[misfitsluug]

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jschlatt is in this chapter, i wanna include him cus he deserves more appreciation and recognition so if you don't know him, i recommend watching him :)

/ carson. /

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サンクチュアリー: sanctuary.

a place of refuge or safety.

eg: "It's kind of like my sanctuary, I guess."

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recap:

That's why I feel people's faces sometimes, just to know them.

I want to know the guy behind me.

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"Carson, don't tell me your gonna end up being one of those guys who fall asleep during math class!" Sara whispers shout, poking my head to "wake" me up. I wasn't even asleep, just contemplating life. It's only my second class and I already feel like going home. Unfortunately, the guy that sounded nice isn't in this class, not that I know of. "I already feel like I'm sleeping. I'm actually blind, Sara, in case you forgot about that," I spoke sarcastically, Sara groaned and her footsteps became distant which made me chuckle under my breath. I sighed, listening to the teacher blabber on about math while I wrote in my journal. For some reason, out of every other day, I choose to act like an asshole today.

But when am I not an asshole?

"Carson, fuck dude, what's up," A familiar voice spoke beside me, I smiled and reached my hand out toward the voice, feeling their face. "Carson, get your greasy hand off me. You know who I am."

"Aw, you're no fun, Schlatt," I complained as my hand was smacked away.

"Yeah? Look who's talking."

"Oh, haha very funny, you jerk," I replied, getting back to writing. Schlatt, or Jason, has been my friend for a while. We just started talking randomly and ever since then, we got along, now we're good friends. I don't mind though, he's a nice guy. "Anyways, so I just sold out on my merch and holy shit, am I gonna be drowning in fucking green paper," He mentioned, laughing at the end, he's also a YouTuber so it doesn't surprise me that he has some cash in his pockets. I wanted to be a YouTuber before I was blind, I was hoping that it was something temporary and it wasn't. I've never had a real job before either. 

"Yeah? I bought a shirt."

"You did? You better not be lyin' to me or I'm gonna scream at you. Scream in your ears, Carson."

"Yeah? Maybe I'll keep touching your face with my greasy hands," I was joking but at the same time, I wasn't joking. Secretly in my mind, the guy from last class was still in my mind. Never have I been so curious about a dude that I've never fucking met, it's strange. "Schlatt, do me a favor?"

"Uh sure, what is it?"

"Can you tell me if there's like a... dude with blonde hair and blue eyes in this class?"

"I- uhm- well," I listen to him turn around and wait for a response. "Yeah, yeah there's some tall fucker all the way in the back with like two other people."

"Huh, okay. Good to know."

"How'd you know that?"

"I guessed, I like to imagine what people look like when I only hear their voice. It's kinda quirky," I muttered, getting back to writing. Jason didn't respond until he gasped, whispering to me. "Carson, they're pointing at us. Carson, why'd you make me do this?"

"Y-You're asking the wrong questions to a blind guy," I yelled at him quietly, I panicked and I felt my hands shake. Did I really embarrass him that badly? "Hey, you're going to be fine. That tall guy is gonna be okay and so are we. Plus, now you have a better chance to talk with him."

"What's his name?" I asked immediately, my tone was desperate and I knew that Jason knew as well. 

"I don't know, I'm sorry," He whispered, I let out a shaky sigh and kept writing. I swear I can feel him staring at me, I wonder what he's thinking about. Probably about why a computer engineer and a blind guy are talking about him. Maybe he wants to talk to me? It's hard to tell coming from a blind guy. This fucking sucks.

"Okay, I'm going to end our lesson here," The teacher sighed, letting us leave. It felt earlier than usual or maybe it was just me. "Hey Carson, I gotta go but I can help you to your next class if you want," Jason offered, I smiled a little and agreed. Slouching my backpack across my shoulder and placing my other hand on Jason's shoulder to walk out of class properly, pulling my long cane out while letting go of Jason. "Oh fuck, Carson, the tall dude from class is coming up to us," Schlatt spoke nervously, I listened to the running footsteps behind us.

"You've gotta be shitting me-"

"Hey, uhm-" The guy spoke beside me and I swear I almost started crying right then and there because he has a pretty nice voice and accent. "Can I get your name real quick?"

"C-Carson. What's your name?"

"Cameron, it's nice to meet you," He chuckled at the end and I stopped in my tracks. "Uh Carson, we're gonna be-"

"Why are you talking to me, Cameron?" I asked, ignoring Jason and tapping my cane anxiously.

"You forgot your ruler, I just wanted to give it back."

"Oh wow, thanks, dude. That ruler is very important to me."

"Yeah yeah, so uh- sorry I'm just gonna-" Cameron's hand grabbed mine and placed the ruler on the palm of my hand as I curled my fingers around it. His hand still holding mine until I moved it away, I wish I didn't do that because his hand felt nice too. "Sorry if that was weird."

"No no, I don't mind," I smiled, mentally getting ready to scream at myself for acting like a retard. "Oh well, I gotta go but I'll see you around later. Is that okay?"

"O-Oh yeah, no uh- go ahead and thank you for giving me back my r-ruler."

"Heh, anytime, Carson," Cameron answered, walking away leaving me extremely kiddish. I  almost dropped my long cane as I searched for Jason, my hands flailing all over the place. "Schlatt? Schlatt, where the fuck are you?"

"I'm right here buddy! You fucking did it, bro! That was amazing," Jason cheered, his arms wrapping around me. He let go shortly, shaking my shoulders excitedly. I never had such a good evening, it's absolutely fucking bonkers. "We really need to go to class, Carson," Schlatt said more worried than before, letting go of my shoulders in the process.

"You go to your own class. I'll get to mine alone, plus they can't say jack shit about a blind kid being late."

"Well, alright. I'll catch ya later, okay?"

"Yep, I'll see you soon," I answered and began making my way to class. Long story short, I'm gonna be thinking about Cameron a lot.

-

It's my sixth class right now and I've never been so fucking tired. I wanna go back to sleep, but I'm still thinking about Cameron and the stupid ruler. I hate sitting in the front row, sighing and rubbing my eyes while yawning, getting my materials out for my English class.

"Should I talk to him?" A voice is distant from where I'm at asking, it sounds familiar. "I don't know bro, just go talk to him. Don't be such a pussy, Cam," His friend replies, the voice sounds kind of similar to the other, almost feminine. "Shut up, asshole," He answers and stands up, footsteps coming towards...

me.

"Hey, Carson," Cameron greets, a chair dragging across the wood floor as he sits next to me. His pencil writing on his paper as it grinds against the desk. 

"Hello, Cameron. How are you doing so far?" I asked nonchalantly, or at least try too. 

"Been okay, I'm tired as fuck though. I hate my next fucking classes, not gonna lie."

"Oh, you have a seventh class? Sucks for you," I snorted, my cheeks in pain from smiling too much.

"Of course, the fucking blind guy only has six classes. What do you do the rest with your free time then?"

"There's this like weird garden at the back of the school that I found one day, it's kind of like my sanctuary, I guess. It's stupid."

"Oh, I think I know the garden you're talking about. Are there any cigar buds underneath the bench?" 

"Yeah, a few, I step on them sometimes. Why?"

"Well, those are from me. Sorry if that ruins the whole experience," Cameron laughed for a second, making me lose my mind. "No no, it doesn't ruin it at all. I'm glad we both like that garden."

"Wanna hang out there after this class? I'm down to skip my last class whenever."

"Hm, I don't know. I'm really going to have to think about this. Man, I've never thought this hard before in my life, what should I say?"

"Probably yes."

"Then yes, I would love to hang out there."

=1520 WORDS.=

[heyyyharry]

In Another Life Series: Chapter 4 - The One He Loved

…in which heartbroken Harry and his assistant Y/N disappear for a day.

Series description: Y/N and Harry are soulmates and destined to meet in every lifetime, but no matter how many times they reincarnate and find each other again, they never seem to get it right.

AU: reincarnation, soulmate!harry, prince!harry, assistant!y/n, witch!y/n.

This is the longest chapter so far. I chose the name Ann for Y/N in her past life because I’m obsessed with Anne Boleyn (what a queen!). And the truth is I know nothing about palmistry, I learnt a little bit from my friend, that is all, sorry if I offend anyone with historical inaccuracies as well as the palmistry thing haha. 

By the way, the part in italic happened in their past life.

Chapter 3 - The Girl In Black: Y/N’s first day at work is a mess, and Harry’s relationship is not any better.

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Y/N had never thought one day this would happen — Harry Styles asked her to take him to her flat. Well, she didn’t exactly expect to be his personal assistant but apparently anything was possible nowadays.

“I want to go somewhere I could hide, just for now at least,” he said as soon as they got out of the lift.

“Hide from whom?” She asked, and he answered with nothing but a single smile.

Y/N pulled out the key to her flat and opened the door, apologizing beforehand if her place was too messy. Her flatmate Lisa and her weren’t like pigs or anything, but the clothes on this man probably was worth more than everything in her flat combined. He obviously lived a much different life than this.

“Cool place!” Harry’s comment surprised Y/N as they both entered her humble flat.

“Thanks…I think it’s kind of terrible but—”

“It’s cute, I like it.” Harry shrugged with a tiny smirk on his face.

All of a sudden, her friend Lisa burst through the bathroom door, then instantly froze the very second she noticed there was a stranger in her shared flat. It shocked her even more to see it wasn’t just any man. 

It was Harry Styles.

Lisa secretly thanked God for letting her put on clothes before she got out of the shower. She would’ve dug herself a hole had she walked out here all naked in front of this man.

“Harry, this is my flatmate/best friend Lisa. Lisa, this is—“

“Harry Styles!” Lisa quickly walked over to Harry and shook his hand with too much energy it wowed him a little bit. However, it wasn’t the first time he’d met a fan like her. It was just like any other day in the life of Harry Styles.

“Hi there, nice to meet you.” He gave her a charming smile which never failed to make the girls swoon and melt at his feet. “I hope it’s okay if I can stay here for a while.”

“Oh stay! You can just move in, I don’t mind at all!”

“Lisa!” Y/N nudged her friend who quickly covered her mouth, making Harry laugh.

“Thank you ladies,” he said to both of the girls.

“You don’t need to thank us,” replied Lisa. “I’m really sorry about your girlfriend, I used to be one of her fans but I unstanned her the moment I saw those pics!”

Harry’s eyes turned to the floor awkwardly whereas Y/N was just utter confused.

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you checked Twitter and Instagram this morning?” Lisa continued because she didn’t see the look on their celebrity guest’s face. “Lillie Xander was caught kissing another guy! That little cheater! I can’t believe I was obses—”

“Lisa, enough,” Y/N interrupted her older friend then quickly turned to her boss. “I’m really sorry, Lisa was just—“

“It’s okay. I’m okay, thank you Lisa…I just don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Okay, got it!” Lisa gave him two thumb-ups then took a step backward as soon as Y/N gave her a not so pleasant stare. 

“I’ve got stuff to do in the bedroom. You two carry on with your conversation yeah?” She announced then quickly walked away.

When the door was finally closed and she was out of sigh, Y/N released the longest sigh ever, which revived the smile on Harry’s face.

“I’m sorry about her, she can be overwhelming sometimes.”

“That’s why she’s living with you. You tone her down.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at his unexpected comment. “Really? You think so?”

“I don’t know, talking to you makes me feel calm so it probably works with her as well.” He shrugged, grinning widely. “I’m glad I picked you.”

“You picked me? Not Jeff?”

“It was rather random.”

“Random?”

“I’ll tell you another time. Mind showing me around your home?” Harry questioned as he walked on, Y/N hurriedly followed just to make sure he didn’t find anything he wasn’t supposed to by accident. Harry stopped to admire some paintings on the wall and looking at him now started to evoke some of Y/N’s memories.

“Uh—Not really a home, just a flat.”

“Anywhere can be home as long as you feel safe there,” he spoke softly then turned around to face her. Their eyes met again, and this time, it finally occurred to Y/N where she’d seen those green eyes before. 

The painting in the museum.

“Why are you staring? Is everything alright?” Harry asked in confusion as he touched his face in fear he’d got something on it.

“Actually, has anyone told you—“

The sentence was forever left finished on Y/N’s lips when a surprise guest burst through the front door unannounced.

“Jason?!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she stormed towards her friend, finger pointing straight outside. “Get out.”

“No, wait, I need to talk to you!” He pleaded when she grabbed his arm to force him out of her flat, but he refused to comply.

“Seriously, you can’t avoid me forever!”

“I can and I will!”

Jason tugged his arm away from Y/N’s grip, causing the girl to lose her balance all of a sudden and fall down on her butt on the wooden floor! Both Jason and Harry rushed to her side but Harry got a hold of her first.

“Hey, don’t touch her!” Harry held up one hand to warn the younger man as he helped Y/N stand up with the other. 

A bit frightened, Jason took a step back. Being intimidated by the stranger in his best friend’s flat was one thing, but the thought of him hurting her scared him more than that.

“It’s okay, Harry, he didn’t push me,” Y/N clarified and withdrew her hand from Harry’s. “He’s my friend.”

“Who’s this guy?” Jason asked in confusion, pointing at Harry, who shot him a loathing look in return.

“This is my new boss, Harry Styles. Harry, this is Jason.”

“Oh you’ve got a new job! Amazing!” Jason cheers as he grabs Harry’s hand with both of his, giving it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you Mr. Styles. So what’s the name of your company?”

Noticing the puzzled look on Harry’s face, Y/N breathed out a slight laugh. “Forgive Jason, he doesn’t know any celebrity who’s still alive.”

“Wait, he’s a celebrity?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Y/N, who did the same expression back without providing him with any further explanation.

“Jason, leave, I don’t want to talk to you right now,” she demanded, making the poor guy frown.

“I miss us hanging out, Y/N.”

“You should’ve thought of that when you tried to kiss me.”

Harry widened his eyes now that he understood why his assistant was so against seeing the person she called her friend. However, he stayed silent because it was none of his business anyway.

“What should I do to make you forgive me?” Jason hopelessly begged with his hands clasped in front of his chest. That still didn’t seem to work because her expression remained the same.

“You can start by leaving me alone for now,” Y/N asserted but Jason’s feet were rooted to the spot, he wasn’t going to move. That left the girl no choice but to reach for Harry’s arm as she suggested, “let’s go somewhere else.”

“But—“ Jason stuttered when the pair walked right past him and straight out of the door. He called out her name but she didn’t take one look back, and that was how he knew he had really messed up this time.

When those two had already left, something suddenly occurred to Jason. He stood there, staring blankly at the opened door for a few seconds, then started to wonder, “have I seen that guy before?”

…

“Stay sill! Don’t move!” The peasant girl scolded the Prince when he tried to shrug her hand away from his wounded leg. He’d got this injury from falling down the hole in the woods but it hadn’t hurt as much back then because he’d been more worried about him dying.

“Just leave it, I’ve got plenty of good physicians back at Court,” he said, staring at her, but she didn’t return the look. The girl was too busy examining the wound, and Edward thought in the dim candlelight in this small cottage, she looked breathtaking somehow. He had plenty of beautiful women at Court who would do anything for him, still he’d never felt this way when he looked at them.

“Why would the future King of England be wandering in the woods alone at night?” Her voice pulled him out of his piles of thoughts as she laid her palm flat gently on the deep cut just above his ankle. Edward hissed in pain, however, for some reasons he trusted her with whatever she was trying to do.

“Uhm…I ran away.”

“Why?” She looked at him, confused. She just couldn’t understand why someone who’d been born with royal blood running in his veins could even think about escaping that luxury life and risk putting himself in danger.

“I’m engaged to a girl whom I’ve never met before.”

“Is she a princess?”

“Yes, a very beautiful princess. People call her the French Rose because of her beauty.”

“Then why are you complaining?” The girl shook her head and exhaled a snort.

“I…didn’t want to have the same marriage as my parents. They’re not happy nor in love. 

“‘Didn’t’? So you’ve changed your mind then?”

Edward pressed his lips together and nodded slightly. “I got a lot of time in that hole to think about my future. Maybe people like me aren’t allowed to fall in love and that my duty is to protect the throne, not run away from it. That’s why I intended to return to the castle but my horse got scared by thunder and left me behind.” 

“I see…”

Silence, once again, drowned out the two lonely people in the small cottage. The girl closed her eyes, hand still cupping the wound, lips mumbling the same sentence in a foreign language all over again. Edward could speak fluently Italian, Spanish, and French. But this, this sounded like a whole new language she invented herself. He was too focused on the words coming from her mouth to notice how the pain had reduced to the minimum, then disappeared entirely.

She removed her hand, and the wound on his leg was no longer there. His skin was as smooth as before, it appeared as if there had never been an accident.

“H-How…How did you do that?!” He exclaimed in shock whereas she remained calm and quiet. “Who…are you?”

“My name’s Ann,” she told him at last. His green eyes flickered in the warm candlelight, and for a brief moment she got completely lost in it. Still she managed to escape to fully introduce herself to the future King of England. “But people like your father call me…a witch.”

…

Y/N held Harry’s hands on the table and examined the palm lines carefully. There were only a couple other customers in that small restaurant so nobody really paid attention to them. Had Harry been somewhere more crowded and well-known, a girl holding his hands like this would have got him, as well as her, in big trouble.

“Something important is going to happen in your life soon,” Y/N broke the silence at last, eyebrows furrowed while her finger traced across his palm. “Maybe you will meet someone special and they will change your future and reveal all the unasked questions about your past.”

“Wow, that sounds spooky,” he commented but she shushed him immediately.

“I haven’t finished!”

“Okay, carry on.”

“Uhm…Your wealth line says you’re rich, which is obvious so I won’t talk more about that…The strange thing here is that your love line is split in half which probably means relationships are not easy for you, also…I cannot see the children line.”

“So I’ll have no children?!”

“Not really, that line rarely shows on a person’s palm.” Y/N gives her boss a smile then taps on his hand before letting it go. “Don’t worry, palm lines change once in a while so your destiny can change if you make right choices in your life.”

“How did you learn this palmistry thing?” Harry had his arms crossed on the table as he asked the girl, feeling quite intrigued by her little talent. There was really nothing to prove she was right, but somehow she made her predictions sound very convincing.

“My mother’d taught me before she passed away…” Y/N shrugged and took a sip from her cup of coffee which was now already cold. Her eyes immediately shifted down when the topic was brought up, and Harry knew he shouldn’t continue.

“I’m sorry about your mum,” he mumbled before throwing on a smile to change the subject. “So do you read your own palms?”

“I can’t. You cannot see your own destiny. Someone else has to do it for you,” she answered, resting her chin on her knuckles, elbow on the table. “If I’d known I would’ve walked away from my last job the moment I got through the interview.”

“About that, I’m sorry your boss was such an asshole.”

“A perverted asshole!” She corrected him. “I could feel his erection every time I entered the room it creeped the fuck out of me.”

“I would never do that,” Harry blurted out then realized what he’d just said by accident. “I mean…I’m not that kind of person…Ugh, okay forget it. That came out so fucking wrong.”

“It’s okay, I got your point. Thanks.” Both of them burst into laughter at once.

Now as Y/N was staring into his eyes again, she almost brought up the painting. She’d wanted to a couple times today but she thought it would be weird to talk about it. Maybe that was just her imagination and his eyes looked nothing like the ones in the King’s portrait. She was probably just being paranoid.

“What time is it?” She asked when she saw him check his phone.

“7PM,” he replied, blowing up his cheeks. “Wow, can you believe it? We really spent almost a day together being normal!”

“Well, I’m normal every single day so yeah I believe it.” She lifted her shoulders, making him laugh. 

“I wish every day was today.” He sighed with a cute little pout on his lips, which got her heart jumpy and the corners of her lips to curve up.

“What’s your favorite part of today then?”

“Well, I enjoyed the old bookstore you brought me to after lunch—“ two dimples appeared on Harry’s face as he recalled “—also the art gallery in your neighborhood, I loved your stories about those paintings.” He pulled his chair to scoot closer to the table, leaning forward a bit. “Do you paint as well, Y/N?”

“Only in my free time.”

“So those paintings in your living room are all yours?”

Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she nodded. “There are more in my bedroom, they’re not finished yet so…”

“Could I see them next time?”

“Sorry, no!” She shook her head, holding up both hands. “I never show my unfinished works to anyone.”

“Alright, show them to me when they’re ready,” he requested with a grin, causing her stomach to flex, in a good way. However, she decided to dismiss that unnecessary feeling and told her boss he should probably return home now.

“Jeff must be so worried because we both have our phones turned off.” She sighed heavily. “He’ll probably kill me.”

“I’ve got your back, don’t you worry,” Harry promised his assistant as he shot her a wink. Little did he know, he just sent her on cloud nine just by simply doing that.

…

The King was pondering in his chamber when there was a knock on the door. He gave the visitor permission to come in, and his wife entered shortly after. The Queen was wearing a huge smile on her face, the sight of which sent the monarch quickly on his feet as he already knew what the good news was.

“Edward has come home!”

In the Throne room, Edward was waiting for his parents with his savior, Ann. He made eye-contact with one of the guards and realized he should be careful with his words from now on. The young Prince then leaned closer to the girl’s ear and whispered only for her to hear, “I’ll keep your secret as long as you keep mine.”

“I gave you my word, Your Highness, a witch never breaks a promise,” she speaks softly under her breath, eyes carefully scanning around the hall. “But remember our deal, I saved your life, so you—“

“Ask my father to send food to the poor people in your village and end the witch hunts,” he finished her sentence with a smug on his face, which made her smile so wide for those were the exact words she had said to him back in her cottage. 

“A prince never breaks a promise either,” said Edward as he stood up straight again with his head held high, the sight of which made Ann’s heart skip a beat.

The huge doors at the front were finally opened wide and the King of England marched into the room, looking mighty and strong as ever. His pace quickened once he saw his precious son again. Ann expected a fatherly hug from the King to his heir, however, the old man just stopped in front of Edward and kept a straight face as he inquired, “where have you been?”

“I went hunting and I got lost—” 

It was obviously a lie but the King didn’t care enough to recognize that.

“—Then this girl found me in the woods and brought me back home. She saved my life.”

The King turned to the maiden. An amused look shown on his face when he saw how beautiful she was, despite already having a mistress and a wife. 

“Your Majesty.” Ana bowed her head to avoid looking at the man she despised. Nevertheless, Edward could see it, the look his father was giving this poor girl, he could sense something very wrong about it which left him feeling uneasy for the rest of this conversation.

“Edward! My dear boy!”

All heads immediately turned to the entrance where that voice had just come from. The Queen hurriedly ran into the Throne room, followed by two of her maids, and a very beautiful young lady with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, who’s also accompanied by two other female servants.

Giving Edward a kiss on the cheek, the Queen cupped his face between her palms and started ranting on how much she was worried about him.

“I’m safe now mother.” He laughed, turning to take Ann’s hand, pulling her nearer to his side. “This is the girl who saved my life.”

“Oh, really? Young girl, what is your name?”

“Ann, Your Majesty.”

“Well Ann, you will be rewarded for saving the future King of England,” announced the Queen as she turned away. Edward took a quick glance at Ann, smiling as she did the same. The happiness on the young pair’s faces didn’t last too long for the Queen couldn’t wait to introduce the new member at Court for her beloved son.

“This is Princess Emilié from France, who was also very worried about you in the last few days, Edward.”

Ann felt her heart fall to the bottom of her chest but she kept her head hung low because she was in no position to make eye-contacts with the nobles. Edward, on the other hand, felt a weight on top of his shoulders. That weight could be the responsibility he carried to keep his country safe and secured. 

The beautiful girl bent her knees with a charming smile on her face as she bowed down to her fiancé whom she’d only met. Strangely, Edward could only look at Ann.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Highness,” Emilié said. Her voice sounded like a soft ballad. She was perfect, but Edward couldn’t see himself falling in love with her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Princess. I hope you’re having a good time at Court,” he said with a casual grin before turning back to his father. “May I have a talk with you in private, Your Majesty?”

“Alright…Come to my meeting room,” the old man said, unable to remove his eyes from the peasant girl standing next to his son. “What about this girl here?”

“I want her to stay here, in the castle, at least just for a while.” Edward’s suggestion left all three women at shock, the King however didn’t object to having such an attractive lady in the castle, he was more than happy to make that possible.

“Edward, you can’t do that! She’s not a noble!” Cried out the Queen.

But the King silenced her at once, “do not tell the future King of England what to do. The girl saved your son’s life, she can stay.”

His wife couldn’t argue so she obeyed and nodded her head. 

“Now go ask the maids to arrange a room for lady Ann. And Edward? Come with me.”

“Yes, father,” the Prince replied before giving his mother and his future wife each a quick kiss on the hand before turning to his new friend. 

He took her hand gently, brought it too his lips and stayed for three seconds before pulling away. No matter how much the royal members in this room tried to ignore what they’d seen, it was too obvious, where the young Prince’s heart really stayed.

“See you, lady Ann,” he softly spoke, receiving a small nod from Ann whose eyes were still glued to her feet.

“Your Majesties, Your Highnesses.” She bowed then heard footsteps leaving her behind in the room surrounded by guards in armors. 

Ann lifted her face up once the doors were finally closed and Edward were gone, along with his parents, and the beautiful princess who was going to be his wife. Though Ann knew she could never be with a future King even if she dreamt of it, she surely would if she could, for this man was much more than just the crown on his head.

…

Y/N got comfortable in her bed after along productive first day of her new job. She started smiling at the ceiling, thinking about the next day when she got to meet Harry again. If everyday was like today, she undeniably had the best job in the world.

Speaking of Harry, the moment she finished her thought about him, her phone lit up on the nightstand, vibrating to notify a call. 

When she saw the name Harry Styles was shown on the bright screen, Y/N didn’t hesitate and answered it right away.

“Hello?”

“Sorry for calling you so late.” His voice sounded so soft and soothing, she could melt into the sound of it. So Y/N sat up with her back against the bed frame, smiling wide in the dark. 

“It’s alright. Do you need anything?”

“I just had a talk with Jeff…He got super pissed so could you maybe buy him coffee and breakfast on your way to the studio tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, no problem.” She giggled.

The beam was soon to be washed off on the poor girl’s face the moment she heard a soft moan coming from Harry’s side. At first she thought it was him who made the sound, but then the moaning got a bit louder, and she realized it was another girl.

He wasn’t alone.

“Harry, who are you talking to? Go back to bed baby…”

That female voice broke Y/N’s heart into million pieces. She felt a lump in her throat, just waiting for him to say something.

“I’ll be right there, Lillie.”

“Lillie?” She asked. The disappointment was clear in her voice, but she tried to cover it up with a soft laughter. “You two got back together?”

“Yeah…welll…yes,” he admitted, making her heart ache even more. “I’ll tell you in the morning…Sleep well, alright?”

“Okay, you too…Goodnight, Harry.”

The call ended with Lillie’s laughter and Y/N felt completely dead inside. It was unreasonable for her to be feeling this hurt about someone she’d only known for a day. Nevertheless, it didn’t feel like a day to her. She wasn’t one to believe in soulmates, yet ever since they met, she’d been hoping he could be hers.

So she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to fall asleep. That night she had the strangest dream ever, one that she remembered clearly even after waking up the next day. In her dream, she saw two flames, burning in a pair of green eyes.

[irageneveart]

I rly liked ur rfa hc, and was wondering if I could ask for one about the rfa and horror movies? Like what each members fav movie or monster/etc would be, or how they'd react to horror movies! It's cool if u dont wanna, ur just the only person I've seen doing those that likes horror too, and I rly rly wanna mix the two together cause i love both~

wow anony you’re making me smile so much! thank you for the feedback, I’m a sucker for that sjkdfdifhd and I’m very very happy you enjoyed those HCs!!!

I’m honored to be able to answer this for you haha it’s good to be in totally different and weird fandoms xDDDD

I hope you enjoy these, it was fun to think what they would like and the reasons why, I hope I did well. under the cut cause I don’t like covering someone’s entire dash jdskfdsn

thank youuu for your request and sweet words o/

RFA and their favorite horror movies

ZEN

you’d expect Zen to be “MC these aren’t real / don’t worry I’ll protect you” but he’s actually scared during the movie lmao

ofc, he won’t ever say it out loud but, Zen, you don’t sweat and grab the couch at every jumpscare because you find the movie boring pls

no series movies because he doesn’t know if he has time to watch them every day and he doesn’t want to disappoint you. he will watch any movie you pick tho

the movie has to be at least decent in plotting, he can pick up bad acting really fast and it will just ruin the movie for him. if the main protagonist is just a screaming lady in distress he won’t be really impressed by the movie

he enjoys the most those with a bit of romance on the side. he liked the chemistry between the scientist and the journalist from “The Fly”, he understood the drive of Candyman from the movie with the same name, he even liked “Only Lovers Left Alive” even if you found it completely slow and boring. I know I did

his favorite tho has to be “The Shape of Water”. it had a bit of love, a bit of plot, a bit of gore and well written and diverse characters

after it ended he acted a bit in front of you, telling you he loves you without words and taking you in for a slow dance because you are his Eliza

what a sappy bastard gosh i love him

YOOSUNG

needless to say all of them scare him lol but he will act brave because what if they scare you! and you need him!!

he likes long series that you two can go on marathon with, blankets and snacks are mandatory

if you just finished binge watching a show this week, next week you can put on the Halloween series and so on. he’s fine with most slasher movies, but somehow still hopes people will escape even if you know damn well there’s just one survivor in these movies come on Yoo

the one that stuck with him the most has to be “Happy Death Day”. he found it relatable, the student life and the way he found it funny and cool at first, just like Tree

but the more the movie progressed he started to feel sad and maybe it’s okay to age and just do the same things every day with the people you love. it’s comfy and secure and he likes that the most about his life with you

he gave you a long embrace after, he was happy with the ending and the movie gave him a weird feeling of being content

JAEHEE

“These aren’t real, MC. There is no thing like immortality” she says in a very unimpressed voice

yep, she doesn’t like horror movies

you can watch them tho she has nothing against them, it’s just she feels there are better things to do than watching fake blood and screaming everywhere

however if there is something more than the general annoying people-killer-killing-end things that she finds so predictable and boring, she will watch what you very nicely ask her to

she watched “Don’t Breathe” and “10 Cloverfield Lane” which she found pretty nice, but the endings threw her off and ruined the feeling for her

She also watched “The Shining” which she enjoyed the most up until that point

but one night you ask her to watch "Get Out” without telling her anything, and she loved it. not only that she didn’t expect the twist, but she also finds it terrifying because it can be true. themes like racism, slavery and etc - these are sad truths that were, and in some cases still are, real

JUMIN

alright listen, he loves everything with magic, cults, even monsters, but it has to have a plot

but just. don’t watch horror movies with him.

or any movie for that matter ksdkjsfjbd

Juju, I love you but I don’t need to know every historically correct detail about this scene I just wanted to see them married ok

with horror he is always picking on the realistic parts of the movies even if you’re watching something like freaking IT. “that cannot be possible”, it’s a movie Juju keep watching. “that is too much blood for just a cut in the forearm” JUMIN

the only time he is completely silent is when he’s watching movies like “Zodiac / The zodiac killer”, “Saw” or “V from Vendetta”, trying to figure out the outcome. bonus points if he doesn’t guess the ending and he’s just BOOM

his favorite tho is “Silence of The Lambs”. he is so engaged into the movie, the acting, the filming, Hannibal, everything. his only reaction is just one word as the movie ends. Masterpiece.

he will find every little detail about the story afterward tho, prepare yourself for an entire week of information. he tried the show too, but it didn’t leave him with the same feelings as the original movie did

one night before bed he will turn around and he would just ask you if you want him to acquire healthy human flesh for cooking juju wtf go to sleep

he is so precious just let him learn and discover everything omg but no human flesh pls

SAEYOUNG

he is like Randy Meeks from “Scream”, you bring up horror movies he will constantly talk only in horror movies quotes and will trivia the shit out of you

lmao he won’t ask you to watch movies, he will just call you from the other room asking in a ghostface voice “Wanna watch a scary movie~?”

he knows every slasher movie with behind the scenes, out takes, lost tapes and every buried article on the internet. the perks of being a hacker

of course he loves “Alien” and “Predator” series, space and aliens? he’s in

he also probably owns a very rare copy of the masks used on the set for Jason and Michael. you really spend time making sure that’s not the real goddamn mask of Leatherface made out of human skin, that’s how real and good it looked

there is at least one day in the week where you, Seven, Saeran and Vandy are watching a horror together. it’s usually Vanderwood nagging Saeyoung for dropping the chips on the carpet, you’re laughing and Saeran is the only one to actually watch the movie and just ignore the rest

but aside the movies you two know so well and have a fun time watching, being silly at this point after watching them again and again, he really likes the ones on the darker side of realism. “The Number 23” and 1960’s “Psycho” are movies he just likes to sit down and watch

but his favorite is “American Psycho” hands down. he won’t comment much on it, he watches it pretty serious and engaged into the movie, doesn’t matter how many times he has seen it

seeing Patrick Bateman’s double life and how creepy, disturbing, frightening, satirical, funny and heartbreaking the movie is you don’t have to guess too much why Saeyoung loves this movie tho

he is the type that would totally fuck you while wearing a horror mask if you asked him to don’t @ me

boyfriend goals ksdnkjdjbnfsdjk ok i’ll see myself out

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heads up. d.w.

I am back from the dead, my dudes! Hopefully for good this time. I’ll try my best to keep you guys up to date with stories and such, I hope you enjoy this one, lovelies; it’s my first time writing for Damion so. Requests are still open, by the way. I’m also going to start keeping these as non-binary as possible.

request: hi can u do a damian x vigilante reader and they all meet her for the first time and he kinda just falls for her and his fam just teasing him about his crush endlessly?? im glad u decided to come back btw : )

word count: around 2600

“Tt, you see, Batman, this is why Red Hood should never join us. He’s far too reckless,” Damian states trough his com.

Through a series of unfortunate events, Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing had failed a mission. All they needed to do was get in, avoid too much violence, download a file filled with a minor drug dealers buyers onto a hard drive, and get out.

“First of all, don’t blame me for your problems. It’s not like I was the one to disobey Bats, that was all you, man. We had a clear goal, don’t cause chaos,” Jason’s voice echoed through the empty factory. Much like the rest, he was currently tied up and hung over a pool of hydrofluoric acid.

“Oh, so going into a building with AK-47’s blaring is the right way to go? My bad, I didn’t realize.”

I which was followed by a mutter however, due to the empty factory, came as a loud echo, “Imbecile.”

“Robin, control yourself,” Bruce stated through the com, “Tim and I will be there shortly.”

While Jason ignored Bruce, he attempted to swing over and bump into Damian. Unfortunately for him, Jason, not Damian; Damian was quite thankful, he was in no mood to be burned by acid, a loud explosion interrupted his actions.

“Well, I guess they’re finally gonna kill us,” Dick sighed, “It was nice being part of this family while it lasted.”

“I promise you will feel every last bit of the explosion, just a little heads up from one dead man to the next,” Jason added.

“Heads up, indeed.”

Over the heads of all 3 vigilantes, you glided past them, cladded in an outfit as if steampunk and a ninja collided together and became one, from pillar to pillar. (a/n: or you know, whatever you want. I’m low key digging the steampunk ninja vibe though, haha.)

When you found a pillar that was in a good enough distance to save the heroes in distress, you started jumping to each chain that held them above the acid and with perfect precision, you brought them to safety with a swift cut, catch, and release.

“Why are you all so bloody heavy?” You grunted out after you brought down Robin from the chains.

Breathlessly, you stood up from your crouching position with a smile. You clapped your hands together and rolled back onto your heels, “As much fun as this was, I truly must be going,” you turned to the man with a red helmet, “I presume you’re Red Hood, correct? I agree with this twat,” you made awkward hand gestures to Damian and continued, “Please, no more reckless behaviour; I don’t want to nearly break my back again.”

“Tt, I don't need your approval, nor should you ever call me a twat. Who are you even? Were you sent by my mother? Who do you work with? Why did you-.”

You cut him off, “Easy, tiger. No need for all these questions, all you need to know is that your in safe hands. Besides, I don’t even know who you are, but I’m definitely not against learning,” you ended your statement with a wink.

Damian’s face turned a deep crimson colour as his brothers laughed.

“Robin,” he responded.

“Excuse me?”

“I am Robin,” he clarified his response.

You laughed and gave him bow to mock him, “In that case, I’m Hawk. Pleased to you.”

“Tt, I am serious, you poor excuse of a hero.”

You put a hand to your chest and replied with, “Oh, goodness me. Why, I don’t recall ever saying I was a hero, my love. But in all seriousness, my name is Onmitsu (a/n: or whatever you want). I like to consider myself a… an antihero.”

Damian blushed, yet again. To save him from further embarrassment, Dick came forward, with arms crossed, “In order for this meeting to go on any longer, we will need a clarification of what your purpose is for being here.”

“Batman should be arriving with replacement soon,” Jason added.

“Tt, we are well past that.”

Ignoring the two who were arguing, you answered the other man, “As you know, my name’s Onmitsu and I consider myself an antihero-.”

“Why do you consider yourself that?” Dick added with squinted eyes.

Sighing, you continued, “If you would let me finish my sentence, you would have known by now. My name is Onmitsu, I see myself as an antihero because I prefer to be paid for my work, and the only reason I’m saving you idiots is because this happens to be my safe haven. There’s a nice view when there isn’t acid, chains, and random people. All you need to to is look up, the stars are quite beautiful from here, no?”

Damian looked up, “Tt, you make it seem like I would be looking at-.”

“Oh, how could I forget about you!”

Damian looked back down and to you, you were playing with the tiniest kitten he has ever seen, “It looks malnourished.”

You sighed and pat the cat behind its ear, “Her name is Manara. She is the light of my life. I found her a little over a month ago, she refuses to eat anything I give her. I don’t know what to do anymore. Do you like animals? I adore them. I prefer them over humans, humans are so unpredictable.”

Damian gave a faint smile, it wasn’t noticeable, but it didn’t slide past Jason and Dick. Or even Tim and Bruce who seemed to finally arrive.

“I couldn’t agree less, you seem to be tolerable. Perhaps you would like to meet my animals sometime. I have many, I simply adore them. I have a cat as well, his name is Alfred.”

Tim and Jason couldn’t help but snicker at Damian.

Batman clasped his hands together, “Well, we truly must be going. Onmitsu, it would be lovely to work with you in the near future,” he turned to the three who faced a near death experience, “You three were in good hands it seems. No scratches, cuts, bullet wounds. Anything?”

They all shook their heads.

“Very well. It was a pleasure meeting you, I’m quite excited for you and Robin to be dating, from the profile check I did on you, you seem quite suitable, y/n.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Wayne. I can assure you, I mean no harm. Unless I’m provoked, that is,” you smiled.

With a sigh and a hand to his temple, “First Red Robin, now you?”

Your smile grew to a smirk, “I believe you mean, Tim Drake, sir?” You turned and nodded off the rest of the people, “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and last but certainly not least, Damian Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

Dick looked at you with confusion, “I thought you said you didn’t know Damian?”

You fiddled with your katanas and put them back in their scabbards on your back before answering, “Come on, who in their right mind would have came in saying how you already know someone’s alter ego? You gotta build up to that, my friend. Wait for the right moment, ya know?”

Your smile grew at their looks of discontent, “Please don’t worry, I have nothing against you. There’s not a dime for any of you to be dead. Surprising, I know.”

Tim yawned and added, “How reassuring.”

“Tt, calm down, Drake. Anyway, since you have the approval of my father and a reliable research, I deem you worthy to be invited to Wayne Manor.”

Jason came behind Damian and but his hands on his shoulders, “What demon is trying to say is he wants to date you. Possibly marry you, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were you; he doesn’t usually smile at people. That alone makes me hear wedding bells,” he finished by moving his index finders side to side in the air to symbolize the chiming of bells.

“Jason!” Damian hissed.

No one backed Damian up, they knew it was all too true. Never once did he show the same interest in anyone like he showed you. Inviting you over? Deeming you worthy? You were beyond confused with this seemingly dysfunctional family, but they seemed nice enough. You did your research, there was nothing to be too frightened of. What could go wrong?

“Well, it would be my honour.”

And if Damion wasn’t blushing, he sure was now, “Very well, I am free tomorrow at noon. Where shall I pick you up?”

“What about at Gotham Park? I’m already going there tomorrow, I’m down for you to come. Is that okay?” You hit his shoulder with yours.

“Okay.”

“Great, demon spawn has a date, I believe we’re done here. I really don’t want to be standing near this acid anymore. But I’m a nice guy, I’ll try to get this all cleared up for you before we leave,” Jason interjected.

“It’s fine; I’m a responsible adult, I’m sure I’ll find a way to get bloody hydrofluoric acid out of here. How the hell did it even get here?”

“You know drug dealers,” Tim cut in.

“Damn, why must this dealer just have to ruin the purest thing, I love this place” you added. “Especially you, Manara. No drug lord will ever hurt you.”

As the heroes and anti heroes walked out of the factory, Manara closely following behind, all that could be heard was the words of departure and traffic. For once, there was no raindrops to fill the erie city that is Gotham.

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Melissa Boarden Chapter 1

So This is a very rough draft of my book I am currently working on. This is only Chapter 1 but I will be posting other chapters as I go along! Just was hoping to get some feedback on Character personality, as well as how it sounds so far, there are some things that I would like to change but. I’ll be going over that today, So I guess call this a sort of peer review! (I do not in any way consent to the use, recreation, or copying of the following piece on any other platform.)

Hi I'm Melissa Boarden, and in case you didn't know I'm one of the most wanted criminals in the state of New York right now. Just look at your local news station and you'll see that I've been a busy girl, assault on an officer of the peace, kidnapping the governor, manslaughter of the biggest drug dealer in town and of course I might have kind of sort of caused a city wide power outage... MMM Yeah, that might make seeing all of that on the news kind of hard. Oh and you might be wondering why I'm holding a newborn off the edge of this twenty story hotel. Well to be honest it sounded like a good step in the right direction for my new found life of crime, but to be honest all of his crying is giving me quite the migraine. Then there's this wanna be hero behind me with his badge and sunglasses screaming "drop the baby" oh yeah that's a great idea Mr. Officer did you think that one through before you opened your donut hole?? Haha get it ? donuts? Officers? ok maybe it wasn't that funny, but let me rewind all the way back, before the baby on the roof, the power outage, and all that jazz. It was a Monday, and let me tell you there is nothing more soul sucking than going to a job you hate six days a week just to get up the following week to do it all over again. I felt like I was in the movie Groundhog Day only there was truly no escape, and I didn't have Bill Murrays comic relief. But no seriously everyday was the same, just like in Stranger Than Fiction with Will Ferrell only there was no voice in my head commentating every move I made until I finally found the  glitch in the system and confronted my own insanity. Well anyways it started off as does every other day, get up at 5am, shower brush my teeth, get dressed and then speed to the bus station because I know I have at least an hour of traffic to sit through. So yeah not very exciting right? Exactly! So after the long life draining bus ride to work with that weird guy who just stares at you like Sloth from the Goonies when he first discovers the Baby Ruth, Its on to grab my boss's coffee. Now There's this little shop right down the road from my workplace and it makes the absolute best coffee in the town, but then there's this guy. Now while he's taking down my order lets just look at him for a second. He has a beard, ewww. Not the clean, lined up Jason Momoa type of beard, but the I've lived in the woods and haven't shaved since I was 15 type of beard. Not only that he has no jacket on and you can see the runny liquid rolling from his nose and... Oh My God he just wiped it like right in front of me did you see it!? Disgusting, but at least its not for me. So we wont look in to the strange coffee making creature anymore, but lets fast forward just a bit to my desk space. Around 8:30 Is when I finally arrive at the prison filled with slaves that I call Union Capital. Also known as my place of work, but as usual when I arrive I have about 400 applications for loans to sort through and if that wasn't bad enough the succubus of a boss I have walks up right beside me and says "Melissa! Hey girl so I am super swamped with meetings today, and I was kind of hoping you could handle a couple past due accounts that need to be sent to the legal department,". She drops them on my desk and walks away with "Thanks a bunch!". At this point I am already having visions of following her home on a squeaky bicycle like the ones in the horror movies, and performing an A+ slasher on her. Like seriously did she not see all the paper work on my desk already!? Moving on... So after sorting through the long list of crap i had to deal with for the day, Lunch time finally approached. Now for me this is the most sought after part of my day. This is where i get to go sit at a little Diner down the street dubbed Phillies, and have the most amazing sandwich in the world and an energy drink to push me through the rest of my day at my morbid work place. Fast Forwarding again to the diner, Where my life of crime and terror found its reason for being. There was this waitress, she was heavy set, scraggly salt and pepper hair with a little bit of a goatee thing going on. Her feet barely fit in the heels she was supposed to wear during service hours which was made clear by her kankles overflowing on the sides. She had rosy red cheeks and blue eyes, that looked as though this job had sucked every dream she ever held dear right out of her. I remember sitting there and saying, is this really where all of your life's work finds you in the end. Some fat under appreciated waitress, with no goals, no dreams, and no future beyond "hello sir what's your order". No It was here that I decided it was time to do something over the edge, something crazy. Something that the Joker himself would look at and smile in approval if he was real.... Coincidentally i had just the idea to start it all.

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Weighing One’s Worth (1/2)

Rating: T

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt.

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne.

Preview: There was a beat of tense silence, during which Tim could feel the youngest Wayne's gaze boring into him, taking in the scene before him. He lowered the gun, an admittedly useless gesture: Damian had already seen him.

Then, "What are you doing?"

Cross posted: FFN and AO3 (1-15-16). (A/N found on both sites)

Prequel: Of Milkshakes and Marathons. (Not necessary to understand story.)

Second Chapter: Here

Sequel: Focus on the Fallout

So you thought you had to keep this up


All the work that you do so we think that you're good


And you can't believe it's not enough


All the walls you built up are just glass on the outside

~"Healing Begins" by Tenth Avenue North

There were good nights. There were bad nights. There were somewhere in between nights. There were great nights. There were horrible nights. And then there were nights when you really began to wonder if it was really even worth the fight at all.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Everyone copes with things differently. Tim? Well, he typically ended up curled up in the tiny space between his bed and the wall, cynically considering his options. One of which included a handgun tucked away in a shoebox under the floorboards.

A handgun that now found itself hanging heavy in his hand.

There were definitely other, less violent ways to end it all. Downing a couple pills, braining himself on the bedside table, slitting his wrists and bleeding out on the bathroom floor... But Tim didn't need any more time to think. Nothing was faster or more efficient than a bullet to the head. It was also less painful, though he tried not to think about the selfishness of that.

Not to mention the irony of using a gun, the start of Batman's career and, in essence, the beginning of Red Robin's.

Tim had thought it through. He had never been one to rush into something, especially such a life-changing—he held back a snort—decision as the one he was about to make.

The best part? No one even knew what Tim really felt.

Because Tim was an expert liar. Actually, better than expert. It came as naturally to him as breathing. He supposed that should probably disturb him, but it didn't. It happened to be a very useful skill in the face of nosy coworkers, friends, and relatives. Lies were nearly always easier to face than the truth.

Hiding his true feelings was one such lie. Facades and masks defined him, his true emotions corked tightly within a bottle inside, never ever to see the light of day; only the waning moonlight filtering through the curtains of his apartment, or, at the moment, his Wayne Manor bedroom. This practice of falsehood had extended to himself, almost so he was convinced he was okay; that he could handle the horrible stress and pain that was life.

He remembered the time when he'd hated the lying involved with the mask: to his father, to his friends, wanting nothing more than to give them a straight answer for once. But now...

Well. There comes a time when even the best liars start to crack.

And if Tim was being honest (haha), he lied to himself as often, if not more frequently than he did to his friends and...family.

Could he even call them his family? Sure, it was all down on paper, but just like blood, ink wasn't what made a family family.

His fingers ghosted over the safety mechanism, hesitating before flicking it off.

Replacement. Pretender.

At least Jason knew what Tim really was.

Tim had practically forced his way into this secret life in his desperation to be Robin after Jason's death. He had never been Robin; not really. He had been (still was) unwanted and unchosen. The outsider in Bruce's hand-picked family. Why should he even bother sticking around if no one had ever really wanted him in the first place?

A harsh laugh escaped his throat. After all the pain, all the danger, all the narrow escapes brought on by patrolling the streets of Gotham, the mighty Red Robin was going to go down via a handgun by his own volition. The irony.

Rock steady, he raised the gun barrel to his temple, the cold tip pressing against his scalp. He couldn't fight this feeling anymore. It was better for everyone this way. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his finger around the trigger.

"Drake!" called a familiar voice, shattering the previous silence as Tim's room door flew open (hadn't Tim locked it?) and slammed into the opposite wall. Before Tim could overcome his shock and slide the gun under the bed, footsteps echoed across the room.

"Grayson is..." The pompous voice trailed off, a tiny shadow stretching along the wall pausing at the foot of the bed as its owner halted his footsteps.

There was a beat of tense silence, during which Tim could feel the youngest Wayne's gaze boring into him, taking in the scene before him. He lowered the gun, an admittedly useless gesture: Damian had already seen him.

Then, "What are you doing?" Damian asked carefully, cynically—uncaringly.

"It's...it's not what it looks like," Tim managed, cheeks flushing at being caught by the brat, of all people. Well...the brat was better than Bruce or Dick. At least Damian wouldn't try to stop him. "Go away."

"It looks like you're about to do something either profoundly smart, or ridiculously stupid," Damian said, completely ignoring Tim's last statement.

"And why would you care?" Tim countered, finally glaring up at the smaller boy.

Crystal blue eyes stared down at him, not a single emotion crossing the 10-year-old's face. He didn't respond.

The minutes ticked by, Tim's initial discomfort being overcome by anger at Damian's lack of response. "Look," he snapped, "my business is my business. You can stay or go away, I don't care. But staring at me won't get you anywhere."

No reply. Well, he'd given him a chance.

Damian watched him in continued silence, eyes narrowed as Tim double-checked the safety was off, raising the barrel to his head.

Briefly, Tim wondered if this was really appropriate to be doing in front of a 10-year-old. He immediately dismissed the thought. This was a baby assassin who'd been killing since birth and who'd been not-so-secretly wishing Tim's demise since the day they'd met. To him, this would be a show.

Why not go out entertaining the brat? If he couldn't satisfy his peers, why not the son?

His finger tensed on the trigger.

"Stop."

Tim flinched at the sound. It wasn't quite an order. Damian almost sounded...young. Like his age, for once.

"If you're insistent upon doing this," Damian said, tone deceptively flat, "you'd better have a good reason, Drake."

Tim blinked. "It's not that simple."

Damian folded his arms over his chest. "I've got time."

Surprised, Tim hesitated. The truth pressed up against the lies, squeezing under his skin and begging to be set free. But after all these years, could he really just let them go? "No one would notice if I was gone anyway," he murmured, bidding for time.

Raising an eyebrow, Damian said, "Care to elaborate?"

Before Tim could make up his mind whether to actually answer the brat or not, his mouth decided for him: "From the beginning, Bruce never chose me as his Robin. I had to force him to take me on, to give me a chance. Heck, even Dick didn't want me to be Robin. I had to earn the right to the role."

Tim ran a hand through his hair, taking a shaky breath. "In a way, I was proud. Dick and Jason became Robin because Batman picked them, trained them, taught them everything he knew because he wanted to. I proved myself to him, showed him I could do everything...well, nearly everything that Dick and Jason could do and live to tell the tale. But that came at a price: Bruce refused to accept me completely as his partner.

"To him, I was—am—just an expendable asset, another soldier in his endless, self-driven crusade. I don't think I ever made the rank of equal in his eyes. Not like Dick and Jason did."

Impassive blue eyes stared down at him. Tim imagined he heard the brat mutter under his breath, "That's not true," but Tim was already launching into his next justification, unable to stop the flow of words now that he'd finally loosened the cork on his pent up emotions.

"I'm just a packhorse. The one in charge of all the projects nobody wants to do. Even as I sit here, the work keeps piling up. I just can't deal with all this anymore. Patrol, Wayne Enterprises, the Teen Titans, Bruce's cases..." He closed his eyes, pressing the palm of his free hand into his eye, fighting back the overwhelming pressure of panic squeezing his heart. "Too much. Nothing I do is enough, never satisfy anyone, never good enough. I can't..." He huffs, breath hitching slightly on the intake. "As you've kindly pointed out on multiple occasions, no one will even notice when my incompetency is gone."

Out of breath, he glared at the 10-year-old mulishly. "And why am I telling you all this? You never wanted me to exist in the first place."

Damian made no move to either confirm or deny that fact. Not that it mattered. Tim could practically see the gears turning in his little head as the demon attempted to drop the blame on someone else.

"Nobody will miss me much," Tim said matter-of-factly, hammering the final nail in his own coffin. "I mean, they might be sad for awhile, but they'll get over it."

There was a tense silence, two pairs of blue eyes glaring stoically into each other.

"Father will mourn you till the day he dies," Damian stated flatly, startling Tim at the sudden interruption from the formerly impassive boy. "Grayson will go crazy with guilt and grief, berating himself for not being a better big brother before he falls apart completely. Todd will blow a gasket and murder every criminal in Arkham. Cain would distance herself and spend years trying to figure out where she went wrong. Pennyworth's heart would break into a million pieces—again." The young hero fixed Tim with a glare worthy of the Bat. "And I would hate you for destroying our family with your selfishness."

Tim swallowed thickly, hesitating. "You already hate me," he offered weakly.

Damian tutted. "What does my opinion matter? You have won the affections of Grayson, my father, and a whole team of young superheroes. Not to mention Cain and Todd. What do you think the latter two would do if they caught you like this?"

Tim winced at the mental picture.

"Especially Superboy," Damian added. Then, not quite an afterthought: "Even I don't actually hate you."

At that, Tim shot him an incredulous look.

"That much," the baby assassin corrected.

Their eyes locked, blue on blue; one pair challenging, the other stubbornly stoic.

Tim huffed. "Fine." He allowed the barrel of the gun to drop, swinging it to face the wall. "Funk over. You can go now."

"Give me the gun, Drake."

Tim blinked. "Why?"

Damian snorted. "If you're truly not planning on blowing your idiotic brains out the moment I step out of this room, then give. Me. The gun."

Tim hesitated. It couldn't be that simple...could it?

No. It was too late. Damian already knew, so if Tim didn't go through with this he'd run the very high risk of the rest of the Bats finding out. Tim didn't think he could stand that; he could practically see the disappointment in Bruce's eyes as yet another of his soldiers failed his mission...

Almost absently, he buried the gun barrel back into his hair. His finger tensed on the trigger.

Missing nothing, Damian's eyes flared. "Very well, Drake," he announced imperiously. "If you're going, you're going to have to take me with you." Before Tim could blink, a knife was in the child's hand, the gleaming tip pressed against Damian's jugular.

"If you refuse to believe everyone—and I mean everyone—will miss you, think of what my father and Grayson would do if they saw me dead," Damian challenged. "And don't think for one second I won't go through with it if you dare pull that trigger, Drake."

Of all the ways this could have gone down from the moment Damian walked through the door, Tim would never have thought of this outcome in a million years.

Tim blinked slowly.

But no. Damian still stood before him, the razor sharp knife pressing dangerously into his own neck, an almost wild glint in his eyes.

"Because people will miss you, Drake," Damian continued in a strange, almost choked tone. "I only have Grayson and father. But you...you've got actual friends and family who love you not because of what you can do, but just because you're you. And that's good enough for them."

Blinking rapidly, Damian's eyes seemed to be shining a little brighter in the lowlight.

"They accept you for who you are, and when you make a mistake, they forgive you," he continued with a barely noticeable sniff. "They cry with you when you are sad, and laugh along when you are happy. If that's not love, then my interpretations of the concept are inaccurate. And I am never wrong."

"Damian," Tim sighed shakily. "You don't know what you're doing. Put the knife down."

"No, it's you who doesn't know what you're doing, Drake," Damian growled. "If you die, everyone is going to shatter with you. And if the only way to make you see sense is to threaten my own life, then so be it."

Tim stared. And then it clicked. "You're trying to guilt trip me," he realized.

Damian smirked savagely, a sick, twisted little smile that had no place on such a young face. "I refuse to let you break this family," he said levelly. "It's the only family I have left. So you remove your fingers from that gun, and I'll drop the knife. It's that simple."

Tim hesitated. The gun suddenly seemed very there in his hand; the solid weight of the warming barrel pressed against his head and tickling his scalp, the pad of his finger wrapped around the trigger. He became aware of every breath in his lungs hissing through his larynx to his nose, of his heart beating slightly faster in his chest. All of his body parts functioning as one in a beautiful creation for the sole purpose of keeping Tim alive.

Doubt crept in at the edges for the first time since he'd made his life-changing—ha, still funny the second time 'round—decision. Maybe...maybe this wasn't the answer he was looking for.

Staring up at Damian, Tim could swear the demon's lower lip was trembling slightly. "Go ahead," the boy challenged, steel blue eyes sending him a silent challenge over the glistening edge of the knife digging into his skin. "Prove how much of a coward you are, Drake. Do it."

Blood pumping through his veins, hairs on the back of his neck bristling at a phantom chill, sweat trickling down his forehead, sweater rubbing irritatingly along his collar bone...

The family would be devastated at another death, especially if it was at Tim's own hands rather than an actual Gotham villain. After all, yourself wasn't supposed to be included as a "flight risk."

Damian was right. Tim was a selfish coward. Selfish to believe that his death would affect no one, that his work would take care of itself if he were gone. A coward because he was desperate enough to try and take the easy way out rather than suck it up and face his mountain of problems.

Maybe...maybe he didn't have to go through life alone.

If Damian, of all people—the one who'd tried to kill him when they'd first met, the one who threatened to murder him on a weekly basis, the one who daily insulted Tim's very existence—was trying to talk him out of it...

He cared. To some degree, the one Tim was sure hated his guts cared whether Tim lived or died.

And at that moment, Tim had never felt more alive.

Almost numb, his grip loosened on the weapon, fingers shaking as his muscles mushed into jelly.

Before he'd dropped it hardly an inch, the gun was snatched from his hands, the former assassin snapping open the cartridge and emptying the bullets onto the floor with one quick motion. With a look of utter distaste, Damian tossed the weapon into the corner, along with the knife that had somehow slipped past both Bruce's and Alfred's scrutiny.

Silently, Damian dropped to the floor at Tim's side. What he did next took Tim a moment to process: the Bat's son scooted closer, leaning forward and pressing his cheek against Tim's chest, even as one arm snaked around Tim's middle to grasp firmly at the fabric of Tim's sweater.

Tim stared. Damian...was cuddling?

The bundle of assassin huddled at his side radiated heat, slowly warming against Tim's side. He hadn't realized how cold he was until the little furnace decided to crawl up next to him.

It was...nice.

"Don't kill yourself," Damian whispered, so low Tim could barely hear him. "I would never forgive myself."

Not Dick. Not Bruce. Damian would never forgive himself.

"You've been spending too much time with Dick," Tim managed weakly.

"Tt. Just shut up and go to sleep, Drake."

[zeltricstudio]

'CANNIVALE CARNIVAL'

“Let’s go for the Ferris Wheel first, that line will no doubt be the longest” Maria said

“For sure, I just hope it doesn’t take up most of our day” Becky replied

“What about you, mum?” Maria asked

“I’m going to stay on the ground, because I don’t like heights” the Mother replied

“Same here, haha” the Father chimed in, with a nervous chuckle

The Avry family and Maria’s best friend Becky were all heading to the Cannivale Carnival, advertised to be a spectacular lightshow filled with tons of free food and rides for everyone. Maria and Becky, as well as most teenagers at her high school were all attending this carnival they thought was too good to be true, because how could it be? As the family pulled up into the parking lot, Maria and Becky finally got a good look at it was even better than the pictures they saw. Despite it being 7:00 pm, the whole area was illuminated by the bright neon spotlights of red, blue and yellow, with mixtures of purple and green as well.

“Okay, you guys go ahead and I’ll join you, I’m going to see if I can find a closer parking spot” the Father said as the family exited the car.

“This looks incredible” Becky squealed as they walked

“It really is stunning” Maria gleefully said as well

Maria looked around and saw thousands of children, mostly teens like herself all walking and cheering with glee towards the entrance of the carnival. As they got closer, they started to hear that classic carnival showtunes, with lots of chatter and happy laughter. Maria looked and noticed her Mother had a worried expression on her face.

“What’s wrong, mum?” Maria asked

“Oh nothing, just that I won’t find a place to sit and relax” her Mother said and quickly put on a weak smile. The Mother, Maria and Becky got in line and finally reached the cashier. The cashier was dressed as a Jester, complete with the hat and make-up as well.

“Hello there! Who do we have with us today” he said in an overly enthusiastic tune

“1 adult and 2 teens” the Mother said

“Excellent. Here you guys go” the cashier said as he handed them paper bracelets to wear. The Mother got a green one, while Maria and Becky got red ones.

The trio pushed through the turnstile and they were finally inside the carnival. Their senses immediately got overwhelmed by the lights noises and sounds, but they quickly adjusted.

“This is incredible!” Maria said as she took in the scenery.

Giant tents were set up in rows, each one offering different kinds of games, as well as trailers selling food out of and people dressed up, performing all kinds of acts.

“Okay you two, I’m going to be hanging around the Coffee place, if you need me you know where to find me” the Mother said and left to get into line.

“Where to first?” Becky asked as she looked around

“Let’s find a map first” Maria said and took the lead as Becky followed. Thankfully the two didn’t take long before they found a giant map

“According to this, the Ferris Wheel is on the blue trail, so if we follow it we should eventually come across it” Maria reasoned as she pointed out the trail

“Makes sense to me” Becky agreed and the two went off, following the blue line. As they continued to walk the trail, they took in their surroundings. Lots of children were having fun, running around and trying out different games. Most of the staff all seemed to be dressed as clowns, jesters or variations of them.

“Free glow bracelets! Come and get your free glow bracelets!” an Employee was shouting and handing out those glow-in-the-dark-bracelets. Maria and Becky went and got a few. Maria noticed they had a lovely fragrance to them and ended up putting on 5 bracelets on the one arm. “At least I won’t have trouble trying to find you” Becky laughed as she put a necklace around her. The two girls continued following the blue trail and stopped by a few attractions. They saw a few people try knocking bottles using balls, others trying to pop balloons with darks and even some trying to throw metal rings onto hooks. One attraction that did get their attention was a High Striker.

“Which one of you, is mighty enough to wield this thunderous hammer and send the shuttle high into the skies!?” the ringmaster announced, with a high and might voice you would expect from such as colorful character. “How about you young man? Please, come up!” the ringmaster asked and pointed to a classmate Maria and Becky knew, Jason.

“Please, tell the crowd your name” the ringmaster asked

“Jason” Jason said, slightly nervous but also excited

“And do you think you are worthy enough to wield this hammer?”

“Yeah, I think so”

“Good, let’s see what you got” the ringmaster said and handed Jason a giant sledgehammer. “Come on, everyone give him SOME encouragement!” the ringmaster bellowed to the crowd. The crowd that gathered began cheering on Jason as he lifted the sledgehammer, lined it up and winded the sledgehammer back, before lifting it and striking it directly down onto the target. The moment the sledgehammer hit the target, the bell immediately went rising through the tower and hit the bell at the top, making a satisfying ding noise. “WE HAVE A CHAMPION!” the ringmaster announced and held up Jason’s hand as the crowd applauded. The ringmaster lead Jason to a small table and Jason walked away with a stuffed alligator and returned to his small group of friends.

“I have to admit, he has some charm” Becky said to Maria as the two continued their path

“All the workers are overly happy, I like it. Better than those deadpan ones at the laser tag place” Maria agreed.

As the two continued walking and looking around, as well as participating in small games. After a while, the two stopped and got something to eat. They decided on a hotdog stand and after getting their meals, they finally sat down and ate.

“This hotdog is insanely good” Maria commented

“Really good. I still don’t know how they are giving this all away for free” Becky wondered as she ate

“I mean, I’m not going to complain” Maria chuckled

“Same. I’m happy not knowing the mystery” Becky said as well.

As the two finished wrapped up eating, Maria’s Mother approached her. “Hey you two” she said

“Hey mum, what’s up?” Maria asked

“Just wanted to know what you two were up to” the Mother replied

“Just getting a bite. We were about to go onto the Ferris wheel” Maria said and pointed in its general direction

“Okay, well your Father wants to head back home before it gets too late, you know how he is. Come find me when you’re done” the Mother said

“Sure thing” Maria and Becky both said

“Okay, bye sweeties” the Mother said and gave them both a quick hug, before quickly running along.

“That was… weird” Maria said to herself

“Why?” Becky asked

“She’s never hugged me before leaving, this is odd”

“Maybe she is feeling extra lovely. My mum could go from normal to super clingy every other hour”

“Yeah I guess so. Anyway, Ferris wheel?”

“Hell yes”

The two girls quickly finished up and threw their rubbish in the bin, before running over and getting in line at the Ferris wheel. Surprisingly, the line was short and after 5 minutes they were immediately on a carriage. The machine made a sound and soon the wheel began spinning. Maria and Becky managed to get a good look at the carnival as it got higher, before eventually stopping at the very top. The view was magnificent. They could see the entire sea of people going about their business.

“This is one hell of a view” Becky said as she looked around

“Fuck yeah it is” Maria agreed and the two sat in happy silence, just taking in the moment. After a few minutes, the machine began rotating and they slowly began lowering down. As they began lowering, Maria noticed the Employees were putting on gas masks and slowly disappearing. The tents were being covered up and metal gates were being set up around the area.

“Hey Becky?”

“Yo?”

“What are they doing?”

“I, I don’t know. What the…”

Soon the two got off the ride and the operator quickly directed them out of the fencing area. Once everyone was off, the operator put on a gas mask and left, locking the gate behind him and disappearing. As Becky and Maria looked around in confusion, Maria noticed that there were no more parents around, only the teens. All the cashiers and staff were also gone. Lots of murmuring and questioning was being asked around as the kids were confused. The entrance was locked and no other exit was present. The happy show tune music suddenly stopped and a voice came on.

“We’ve hoped you enjoyed your time at the Cannivale Carnival, but the time has come to an end” the voice was that of the ringmaster, but he no longer had the enthusiastic announcer persona, but rather a much more brute and sinister tone this time. The neon lights illuminating the carnival immediately went off, shrouding the crowd in darkness. Immediately, panicked screams went off and the only lights were the glow bracelets and small cellphone lights some people had.

“Maria, what the fuck is happening?!” Becky asked, holding onto Maria’s hand in fear

“I, I don’t know!” Maria responded and looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

The darkness soon ended when the lights came back on, but this time a dark shade of red. The speakers came to life, blaring a loud siren. The tension and panic was setting in as the teens began running around, trying to tear down the thick metal gates, but to no avail. From one corner of the carnival people began to hear a loud roar that didn’t sound like a normal animal. Then a bunch of extremely loud thuds began hammering on the gates, before eventually the gate popped off it’s hinges and crushed several bystanders, unfortunate enough to stand near it. The crowd lost it and everyone was sent into a frenzy as a giant, dark creature suddenly entered the carnival. This creature was nothing anyone had seen before, it was on all fours and it’s body was made of metal scales, covered in blood. The creature let out a screech that summoned a breathe of fire, setting a good chunk of the crowd on fire. Bloody screams were heard as people desperately trying to run away from this creature. Maria and Becky were fortunate enough to be on the other side of the creature and immediately began running away. The creature began running and soon more and more followed, each other looking similar to the first one. The creature used it’s hands to impale people through their chests, before ripping their guts out and eating it. Others simply go on their hind legs and used their entire arm to decapitate people. Lots of lifeless bodies began falling down and piles of blood soon filled the grounds of the carnival. The fires began to spread, igniting the entire outside of the area. Maria and Becky ended up hiding behind a trailer, with a small group of other people. Maria peered out and saw two of the creatures both pulling a person in opposite directions, before eventually ripping him in half. Maria quickly turned around and had to stop herself from screaming at what she saw. Soon the screaming and panic eventually died down, as all that was heard was now the blaring alarm and heavy thuds of the creatures. A thick cloud of smoke clouded their vision, making it hard to see where anything is. Maria could just make out Becky’s shadow and the two sat silently, not daring to breathe in fear of alerting the creatures.

“AHHHHH!” a random man nearby screamed as a creature stabbed his leg, before dragging him towards it and eating him. Becky and Maria immediately got up and began bolting anywhere but where they were. In the confusion, Maria and Becky got split up. Maria was considering going to her, but she was forced to abandon the idea when the upper half of a body was thrown violently past her, just narrowly avoiding her. Maria quickly began running as she heard the creature rush past her, to the body it had thrown. Maria managed to reach the other half of the metal gates, and began following it, very quietly. The intense smoke and silence made her heartbeat insanely fast and she made her way, but eventually she reached the broken gate the creatures had made. Maria made on final turn towards the carnival, hoping to see Becky but she never showed. Maria regretfully leaves the carnival, trying not to make a sound. As Maria walks through the dense forest, the sounds of fire and heavy thuds grows quieter and quieter, Maria then hears the sounds of twigs snapping but before she can react, she is hit in the head with a metal bat, immediately falling to the ground. One of the masked employee grabs her foot and begins dragging her back to the carnival. Maria offers no resistance, as she is struggling trying to stay conscious and focused. Soon, Maria is taken back to the broken gate and left in front of it, the employee winds up the bat and hits Maria in the head again, knocking her out. The employee runs away as one of the creature notices her and grabs her by the foot, before dragging her back into the carnival.

After a few more hours, the creatures leave the carnival and return back into the forest. A firefighter crew arrives and begins hosing down the carnival. A few days later, a news report is aired. “For the fifth year in a row another terrible tragedy has occurred. This time a machine malfunctioned, setting this year’s Cannivale Carnival on fire, killing hundreds of teens and injuring several. Our thoughts and prayers are with the victim’s families” the reporter announces.

WRITTEN BY: @xxminie

[hopefullybarry]

Miraculous

Summary: In a cruel twist of fate, it seems that Barry Allen is hopelessly in love with you, meanwhile your love for the Flash blinds you to that fact—aka inspired by Miraculous Ladybug.

Warning: Hostage situation

Barry was definitely not the smoothest guy out there, but he normally didn’t have a problem talking to girls. All that, however, went out the window when it came to talking to you. It felt like he couldn’t even properly form a coherent sentence when talking to you and it made him hate himself.

The one person for whom he wanted nothing more to than impress and nearly every time he’d end up putting his foot in his mouth. That was typically how it went.

Maybe it was because of the fact that he so desperately wanted to impress you that he always messed up. Or maybe he was just meant to make a fool of himself around you because that’s what happened.

Not that you were ever rude to him in any form–quite the opposite actually. But Barry just assumed that with his nonsense ramblings you’d have to label him as a fool.

And, maybe if you weren’t fawning over someone else you might have been able to see that he was so desperately trying to tell you his feelings without actually saying it out loud—not his brightest idea, to be honest.

Barry normally went out of his way in order to see you throughout the day but, on those rare days when he gathered up the courage, he’d always end up rambling on about the most random things (for instance, he spent nearly ten minutes once comparing the new washing machine he had recently purchased to his old one that had broke).

He didn’t know what it was about you but he knew that he was bound to make a fool out of himself whenever you were around, one way or another.

Seeing you was something to look forward to most days.

He’d usually run to Jitters several times a day to order coffee just so he could talk with you a bit while he ordered and you made his drink. However, recently he’d been making so many trips there, as an attempt not to look suspicious he ended up buying four coffees (for his friends, he claimed) but STAR Labs was empty and he was left with four coffees and embarrassment lingering within him.

God, he just didn’t know what it was about you that turned him into that babbling mess.

Being a superhero was fun. It was basically like having an alter ego and one could even compare it to a Hannah Montana life because, at times, it really was the Best of Both Worlds. You’d handle your normal barista job during the day but once trouble struck you were able to sneak away and return Central City to homeostasis.

That wasn’t the best part however. By far, being held in such high esteem as one of the protecters of the city was superior. The other hero was the Flash–your partnership termed by the media as being the Dynamic Duo. And you didn’t mind at all to be sharing the spotlight with the fastest man alive. He was the greatest partner you could ask for. (Not to mention the fact that every time he was around you swooned a bit).

It was like any other day; not to warm, very sunny, oh and there was yet another metahuman determined to destroy Central City and it’s inhabitants.

“Thought you weren’t comin’ Flash!” You giggled, swinging down from your spot overlooking the havoc this week’s villain was wrecking. “Y'know, you’d think that the whole super speed thing would actually make you early but I think the constant lateness just cancels out your speed entirely.”

“Haha, Ladybug,” he said in a very monotone, unimpressed sort of way. He was a tough cookie but it was clear that he was fighting for a reason and he refused to let anyone down. “You wanna take Storm or evacuate the civilians?”

Always straight to the point. Maybe that was why you found him so attractive. He was always ready to save the day. Business first. Fun after.

His bravery exceeded you and his versatility to be able to adapt to each situation was admirable since he was always able to think on his feet.

So desperately did you want to know the man under the mask but you couldn’t seem to convince him. Even with the offer of revealing your own identity, he still wouldn’t crack, claiming that it was safer to keep your identities a secret.

Ironic how nearly half the town knows of his identity while only your bother, Jason Todd, knew of your identity; yet unbeknownst to you this hypercritical man insisted to keep your identities secret.

While you swooped down to evacuate the building, Barry worked out a game plan in his head.

This villain didn’t look too bad. The most intimidating thing about her had to be her outfit that was plated in a shiny metal. But, by now, Barry knew better than to underestimate them and kept his guard up.

“Be careful, Barry,” Cisco said in the intercom. “She can use your own weaknesses against you.”

Barry pressed his fingers against the intercom to hear Cisco better. “How’s she able to do that? She just knows my weaknesses?” Barry asked, slightly annoyed since he was on his way to Jitters when Cisco called him with trouble. For all he knows this could’ve been the day he finally asked you out (or at least managed to have a charming conversation with you without somehow managing to make a fool of himself), but now that it was interrupted he may never know.

“Building’s clear!” You chirped, gracefully landing beside Flash while you waited to hear his plan of attack. “She’s still standin’?” You asked, eyeing the metahuman that was causing all this trouble. “Man, you’re gettin’ slow Flash. Thought you’d have her tied up and away by the time I managed to clear the building.”

Though your humor was more punny than funny, Flash did find it a good way to make light of situations like this which could easily distract him from the heavy weight on his shoulders. But distractions only go so far before you have to face the weight head on.

Barry formulated a plan as quickly as he could, hoping that this wouldn’t become too troublesome and waste any more of his day. “Alright,” He said, giving Storm one last look before turning to you. “I’m going in first. If I can get her to surrender peacefully then the CCPD will be able to go easier on her but if she wants a fight then you’ll have to come in with backup. At that point, we’re just going to have to improvise and hope we take her down.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” You saluted as he dashed off, leaving you to wait until the call from him.

You weren’t even sure what this chick wanted or want her powers actually were. Obviously she had some form of power that allowed her to manipulate perception but then why would she make her target an office building? What could she possibly have to gain from that? Maybe targeting a bank or something along those lines would have been a better target if you think about it.

But what’s done is done and the only thing that matters now is that the building is empty, all hostages were safe, and the dynamic duo were ready to put yet another bad meta behind bars.

Sighing, you peaked your head around the corner to see what was taking the fastest man alive so long. Your eyes widened. He definitely needed back up.

“What the hell did you do?” You yelled over the roaring wind, holding your hair down since the meta seemed to create some wind vortex during her little tantrum. “D'you piss her off or somethin’? When I left you, she wasn’t causing nearly this much ruckus.” You had to shout over the roaring winds, occasionally ducking when a rogue branch or flower pot decided to come your way.

“Not on purpose!” Flash bellowed, holding his ground while he decided a better plan of action. “Just don’t mention anything about the CEO of this office building, that’s apparently her Father and that’s the sore spot that got me into this situation.”

“Daddy issues,” you noted, “got it.”

“New plan! You go find her Father, and I’ll deal with her. Having her Father on our side will give us more than on advantage.”

Flash watched you run off, mentally questioning what the hell he was going to do. No matter how fast he ran, Storm would manage to manipulate his perception and make him see things that weren’t actually there, making all his efforts to take her down pointless.

What he needed was a distraction. Distract her and make her focus on something other than him.

“Storm,” His masked voice boomed over the roaring winds and honking horns, catching the trouble maker’s attention as she halted her attacks. Maybe the same thing that got him into this mess could be the thing that got him out…he hoped. “I know your Father,” Lie Number one. “And all of your perceptions of him are completely true. He scum and you have every right to want to take revenge for everything he’s done to you.” The storm calmed as Barry now had her full attention. “But you’re going about it the wrong way. If you end his life now then he’s getting out of it too easily in comparison to what he’s done to you. Let me take care of him. And in the meantime I can help you.”

Storm shook her head. “I don’t need help. I know who I am and what I can do. After he’s gone you’ll never see me again, Flash.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“And I can’t let you get in my way, Flash.”

She kicked it into high gear as she spun up her distraction in order to sidetrack Barry and focus on her much needed revenge.

Filtering through his mind, she found her perfect target that was bound to be just the decoy she needed.

Finding her Father should’ve been an easy task (especially considering that since Storm was targeting the office he must be inside but you knew it was cleared out), but that man was pretty elusive.

It ended up taking roughly fifteen minutes—ten minutes too long—to find him and escort him to safety before returning to the scene with Flash.

You arrived at the scene, standing off the the side as you admired Flash for a moment. He seemed to be attempting to negotiate with the meta but she still seemed very angry. As you were about to step in, the scene around him morphed as Storm grasped a civilian in her arms, Storm’s hands wrapped around the civilian girl’s neck as Storm threatened to tighten her grasp and cut off oxygen.

Normally, at the sight of a hostage, you would have jumped into action faster than ever to free the innocent bystander. However, the sight of you–non-superhero you–in her grasp, caused her to freeze.

And while you’ve witnessed who the Flash normally dealt with hostage situation, this was nothing like any of those times. He seemed visibly shaken as he risked the entire mission, as well as his identity, for her—for you.

“Flash!” You yelled, running to his aid but being forced to a halt when it felt like you ran into a glass wall. “It’s not real. She’s fooling you!” You huffed, whatever invisible force she had created keeping you away from Flash and Storm with your holographic doppelgänger.

You didnt know how to help at this point but you were determined to try. He’d nearly sacrifice his life in order to save a civilian whom he may not even know in real life— the definition of a true hero.

“How do you know?” He hesitated, suddenly aware of your presence as everything seemed so far away. He could only focus on the fact that you were a mere feet away from him, in the arms of the enemy and one wrong move could be the end of everything.

“You-You just have you trust me! Please!” You couldn’t outright tell him, unless things got much worse you’d out yourself but right now you hoped you could talk you way out of this mess. “It’s not real, Flash. If you have any faith in me at all then please believe me. That civilian–y/n–is safe at home. That. Is. Not. Her.”

The illusion must have broke as the holographic doppelgänger went up in smoke, and Flash sprang back into action, this time without the risk of your life on the line. And the invisible glass wall expelled and you ran in for assistance.

Minutes later Storm was cuffed and on her way to the meta prison. And you waited for the celebratory high five. It didn’t come however. Flash leaned against a building, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his nerves, those never however wouldn’t calm until he was able to see that you were 100% safe.

“Flash,” you quietly spoke, approaching him to gain his attention. “We won. Everyone’s safe,” you reminded. “There’s no need to worry.”

“I know, I know.” He sighed. “I’m just really shaken up for some reason.”

A few moments of silence passed before you piped up. “Is it because of the hostage thing? Did you possibly know her? It that why you’re do upset?”

“What?” His voice shook as he knew he couldn’t tell the truth but he also knew that he hated lying to you. You were his partner and you didn’t deserve lies. “I’ve never met that girl,” Lie number two. “But things had gotten too close for my liking today. I hate close calls and I guess that just threw me off. Y'know, actually, I’m just going to get some coffee and relax. Thanks again, Ladybug, and good work.”

He sped off without another word and after checking in at the Lab he decided that it would be best to get coffee at Jitters and kill two birds with one stone; getting coffee and checking on you.

Imagine his surprise when he walked in to see Clair, a different barista, frantically running around as the coffee shop seemed understaffed and normally you were ones to work on these busy nights.

Barry quietly ordered his usual (The Flash, of course) and sat at the table in the corner and watched the news on the mounted flat screen tv.

“Sorry I’m so late, Claire.” His head snapped up as he heard that voice and saw you rush through the door, tugging you hair up into a ponytail before slipping behind the counter and grabbed an apron. “I got tied up but I’m here now and I can close up because it’s only fair that you don’t have to stay late since I came in late.”

Barry couldn’t help the grin on his face. You were save and maybe one day he could man up and come clean about his feelings to you. He already had his suspicions about you liking the Flash (you would always order the drink as well as the few times you’d wear a shirt with his symbol on it. He ever swore he saw you in the crown of Flash Day.) so how hard could it be to come clean about his feelings and his alter ego all in one go.

However, today was not that day but he definitely hoped that that day would come relatively soon.