#jason teaches him how to hold a grudge

[brokeyourbones]

DC PROMPT

Every robin has died once. Except, in this universe, they don't come back. Bruce has already long since hung up the cowl, unable to stand being the Bat after Tim's death, having to bury another child of his own.

When Damian comes along, he thinks he has one last chance, to be an actual dad, to be a good father. When Damian finds his way into the dusty, abandoned Batcave one night, Bruce is horrified.

Because he finds Damian wearing pieces of all the robin suits. Dick's shirt, Jason's gloves, Cass's cape, Barbara's mask, Tim's pants, and Steph's boots. He looks just like all the boy robins, and his hair doesn't help with how he looks like Cassandra.

Damian is only 10, so parts of the suit drape over his body. He looks just like the other robins, Bruce can hardly hold back a choked sob. Damian doesn't understand why Bruce is shaking when looking at him.

"Father? What is wrong?" Damian asks cautiously, head tilted to the side in the same way Dick used to do. Bruce's heart clenches.

"...How did you...find this place? It's sealed off." Bruce answers Damian's question with another, brows furrowing. He made sure any records of this place were destroyed, and that there was no way inside.

Damian looks at Bruce like he's stupid, placing his hands on his hips and looking around.

"They showed me!" Damian says like it's obvious, not explaining who 'they' is. He waves a hand at the empty air around him.

Bruce feels a chill crawl up his spine. "Who's they, Damian?" He regrets asking as soon as it slips from his mouth, the air around them growing even colder.

"The robins!" Damian says with a huff, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. And suddenly, Bruce is engulfed in warmth. As if he was being hugged from all sides. It's enough to break him.

[corkinavoid]

Hey i just reread the whole ring of rage and was wondering if you had more of it? I loved it

Hey! It's been a while since I've written that series, and, unfortunately, I didn't (and don't plan to) write any more of it.

However, here's some snippets and vague thoughts that you might like!

It takes a bit of adjusting, but eventually, all the Bats learn that the best way to deal with any kind of magical bullshit is calling Danny. Or, well, calling Tim so he calls Danny. The latter is fine with it the first few times, but after one very eventful week, when they've managed to summon him nearly twenty times in a row, he ends up introducing them to Sam. She doesn't like it, but she teaches Bats a few ways to use magic anyway. However, Tim is the exception here — Danny will never ever say no to his summons, and helping Tim can't be annoying no matter how many times he calls or how small the problem is.

One time, Alfred brings up the fact that Tim and Danny are not married legally. Not in the mortal realm, at least. To which Tim says that they are, he's actually filed all the documents about a month after they've started going out on dates. That starts a whole new level of chaos because, one, why didn't he ever mention it, two, everyone wanted a party and a wedding reception, and is it too late for that now? It later turns out that they accidentally got married in an alternate timeline, not in this one. To be fair, neither of them even realized that until Barbara wasn't able to find the records of their marriage anywhere.

Out of all the Bats, Danny's favorite — aside from Tim, who is obviously the number one — is Duke. He loves how the boy is probably the most unhinged out of all of them, and yet no one has a clue. Which is why Duke also gets a free pass to summon him whenever he needs to. His least favorite is, surprisingly, Jason, and it's mostly because Danny holds a grudge against him for attempting to murder Tim in the past. But also because Jason is liminal enough to notice and avoid the harmless (by Danny's standard) pranks that he sets up to keep the Bats on their toes.

Steph gives Danny a whole collection of manga on his birthday. Later, Tim tracks her down and starts a fight, during which he doesn't say a single word, and his face is so red he looks like a tomato, and Steph won't stop laughing. Tim doesn't talk to her for a month. Since then, every time Steph summons Danny, he comes in a form of half-man, half-octopus (think Ursula from My Little Mermaid), and they both break out in giggles spontaneously from time to time. Tim absolutely hates it.

None of them bother to explain shit about the whole ordeal to Constantine, and it's definitely on purpose. It eventually leads to the memorable day when John ends up watching Batman draw a summoning circle and successfully call on the High King of Infinite Realms with no trouble. Despite everything, the only reaction they get is Constantine sighing and muttering, "So, he didn't file for divorce, then."

[crimsonlyinglilly]

April of Angst and Whump, Day Four

Still on catch up time, and this has been the hold up, but it's FINALLY done, almost took the whole month.

Caged Founder - follows on from Pinned down, Elijah learns of Rebekah's disappearance, and as Tristan's plan falls apart he learns of a loophole in the protections from his sire.

For @whumpril 2025 day 4- Threat

For @chaos-company's Angstpril 2025 day 4 - "I trusted you"

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Elijah had taken the chance to get Freya, to offer apologises for his behaviour, she hadn't deserved the venom he had almost aimed at her.

It wasn't her fault he had grown up in the grief her kidnapping had made, nor that her plan to take him from the Gala had accidentally brought back memories of his overconfidence and fall that had left him adrift and powerless for decades.

Klaus hadn’t replaced him, it was simply that someone needed to act as his calming hand and with Rebekah away, it had fallen to the newly returned older sister. 

Although he was well aware that repeating that to himself was just delaying a bad day, he didn’t have time for one of them while here, not until things were settled and his family whole. The longer things remained unstable, the longer Jason was apart from them and he had promised his son to fix things. 

He really should have known better, things rarely went smoothly when Klaus was at the centre of it and the Trinity had far too much unresolved tension with his brother not to act against their own interests, just to spite Klaus and himself. 

His reunion with Klaus was the glaring example of that, thanks to Aurora. The fact Lucien had placed himself at Klaus’ side to tell tales to raise his brother’s concerns shouldn’t have been a surprise given how quickly Klaus gave in to flattery and his honest belief that Lucien was his friend. Elijah really should have worked harder at teaching Klaus to read others' feelings better when they were children, but then he had been trying to protect him from Father’s disappointment.

Another failure.

Elijah forced himself to take a breath and smother that guilt and loathing, he didn’t have time to vanish for a day in bed paralysed by his own despair.

Who knew what a mess his lovers and Lucien would make if he did. Honestly Tristan’s behaviour had been disturbingly moderated, when Elijah thought about it, possessive words lacking any real acts behind them to try to force Elijah’s hand.

The recruitment of Marcel, was Aya’s doing and truly made sense, claiming a city by absorbing the leadership, but it was still Aya’s countering his claiming of two of her strongest witches.

Aya was aware of his fondness of Marcel, he had told her about the child decades ago when he had first stepped between her and a new member of the sisterhood. However Marcel was a grown man now and able to make choices of his own, Elijah would not stop interfering with the sisterhood until Aya learnt to stop pushing them too far.

Tristan’s actions were passive, showing off their relationship to Klaus, taunting him over it to force Elijah to make a clear choice of defending him, it wasn’t that different from what he had done during Finn’s visit and it should be.

Tristan liked and respected Finn something he didn’t with Klaus and yet Tristan had still arranged to stop Finn from leaving the building.

So either Tristan had learnt and finally started to change his ways into putting his own grudges aside or- the door to the room Klaus had directed him to gave him a reason to stop musing on such things as his hearing caught the sound of Freya muttering an incantation of a location spell.

Was she missing someone? He wondered as he pushed the door open, a possible way to earn a better impression with his sister, maybe, he could get the sisterhood to help.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he called lightly as the door opened, “dinner’s starting i believe”

“What are you doing here?” she demanded sharpy.

“Niklaus sent me to fletch you,” he explained, forcing himself to keep smiling despite the rudeness. This was still his home for years, clearly she was concerned about the one she was looking for. “The meal’s due to start.” 

“Of course because Niklaus decided to welcome our enemies to dinner, why must he choice the most complicated plots i have no idea.” she hissed, he allowed her to rant as he took a closer look at her spell and froze.

Several maps sat under the candles, the largest was one of the world but to the side was a hair brush he was familiar with, he had seen Rebekah use it daily for years while they lived here.

“You're looking for Rebekah?” he asked unable to hide the surprise and concern in his voice, because if they didn’t know where Rebekah was then he wasn’t just the strix his sister was hiding from but someone else hiding her from them.

And with a sinking feeling he likely knew who.

“As if you don’t know-” she stopped her accusation as she took the sight of him in “you don’t know she’s missing?” Freya  asked in surprise and he hated being so obvious, she shook the surprise off to continue “But your strix” she spat the name, “attacked her on your orders.”

“I requested the spell she was working on,” He told her as his mind worked, they had returned with it days ago, yes Aya had gone further than he liked but she did as she wanted and wished to test herself against an Original that didn’t have any sentimental feelings for her, to exploit. 

Aya was lucky Rebekah rarely bothered to finish her opponents but she had returned with the spell and a few less men leaving Rebekah there, no doubt pissed but free.

Elijah had checked with help from his witches.

“Yes, she told us they burnt the spell.”

“Stole,” he corrected, “if you’re going to revive m-our brothers I'd prefer it be by my witches and not any tied to the ancestors, they have a fair number of reasons to hate our family, even before Marcel’s reign of terror and Niklaus’ return.” he explained, Elijah had spent much of their time ruling new Olreans dealing with them and had felt their hate and resentment even from the other side.

He respected them, liked and befriended a few but the ancestors were never to be trusted. Their hatred of his kind and resentment of his family tended to lead those no longer in danger in the living world to act foolishly on those emotions.

 The idea of Kol’s spirit resting among them was not a comfort even if Miss Claire had only done it in a misguided attempt to save him.

“I told her to return to us and she agree but then-” Freya told him as Elijah traced the map forcing himself to remain calm as his anger grew. Elijah knew he had a temper, it was something he inherited from Mikael and that knowledge meant he had worked hard to control and manage it.

“You lost contact.” he finished for her, noticing the tremor in his hand a very clear sign his calming techniques were useless in this case. “She was returning to the city?” 

The city Tristan had set his sights on and taken over even if Klaus and Marcel hadn’t noticed how far the roots of the Stix had reached. Rebekah returned alone, a key control opportunity of Klaus, Marcel and himself walking right into the Stix hands, Aurora’s sire and the biggest threat to her life.

Maybe Tristan wasn’t showing signs of a change, he was just distracted with something more important than his petty spite. 

Elijah’s little sister.

His control snapped.

“TRISTAN!” he roared before he could stop himself leaving the room in a burst of supernatural speed.

He stopped himself at the stairs and forced himself to take a breath. He couldn’t hurt Tristan and needed answers,he had to play him. The shout at least had an effect to cause the entire table to be silent as they looked up at him.

“I thought I had made it very clear.” he started slowly, as he met Tristan’s eyes “Rebekah is off limits.”

“Whatever you think, is wrong.” Tristan replied, irritatingly calm, if not for the smallest of tells as he scraped a nail over his thumb’s crease.

“You didn’t take advantage of Rebekah’s isolation after the Strix attack to give yourself another piece in the game?” he asked

“No, I didn’t.” Tristan said, Elijah narrowed his eyes as he found not a speck of deception.

“Then, where is she?” he demanded as he slowly descended the steps.

“That’s another matter.”

“Tristan.” he hissed as he took the final step from the stairs.

“A disgruntled group of Lucien’s men have her.” Tristan offered freely, Lucien nodded eyeing Elijah with appropriate wariness, at least he remembered.

“And how did such a lowly group get to and manage to hold her, where Aya and her man failed to best her?” he continued narrowing his eyes as Tristan’s lips pursed. They both ignored Lucien’s insulted noise and Elijah refused to glance at Niklaus.

“They stole a weapon from us.” Tristan said quickly and Elijah found himself freezing.

“What weapon?” Niklaus asked, standing from the place he had sat at the head of the table, “What weapons do you have that can hold an Original?”

“Which?” he started before cutting himself off, “one of the Stakes.” he sighed, watching as Tristan nodded.

He took a step towards the table and reached for a knife, to give him something to do with his hands before he could allow himself to fully react. “The stakes you told me would never be used again, never see the light of day.”

“I already have her location and the sisters preparing the cure.” Tristan told him instead as if it would help knowing what his sister was going through as they spoke, as Tristan had hid it from him.

His little sister who he hadn't seen since that last night, distraught as father burned their city and failed to protect ever since, from Niklaus, from mother’s deceptions and everything else.

“Cure?” Niklaus repeated the word with concern, slamming a hand on the table to get the attention, “What are you talking about?”

Elijah had noticed from the start his brother had seemed content to watch until now, although Elijah was relieved by the interruption as he could use it to force himself to focus on solving this issue, rescuing Rebekah and not the layers of anger and hurt it had inspired.

Had he truly been so blind to have trusted Tristan, completely, to believe in his claims and promises of changing and improving.

“The cursed Stakes were the Strix’s first plan for us,” he explained without a speck of emotion in his voice,“until they found another way.”

He really hated those things. The memory of the agony of it, the awareness though the pain to hear Tristan, Aya and the witches discuss it and him as the test he was and how they could use it against his siblings were things that never left him and while he despised the ritual that made him powerless against all his sireline he would take it over the true torture and powerlessness that the stakes brought

“Another way?” Klaus asked with a frown and a concerned look towards him.

“To neutralise the threat we are to them.” Elijah replied and tried not to let himself give into the fondness at Klaus’ concern for him. Rebekah had to come first then he had to deal with Tristan and afterward ensure Klaus understood him, and that he wouldn’t be giving up anything before he returned, he wanted his family back but he wasn’t losing anything else.  “They no longer needed them once they had me and-”

“The ritual.” Klaus growled as he got it.

“Yes, exactly.” he shrugged, although that wasn’t the full truth, they had placed the ritual on him not long after they had caught him, the stakes only ever been a threat to his siblings, until they tested it on him and realised the curse upon the removal of it would be far too much of a danger to them on an Original.

Even with the ritual preventing him from killing his sireline, when he lost control due to it he still managed to kill six of their witches even while surrounded by the Strix’s best trying to stop him.

“What’s the curse? Is that why I can’t find her?” Freya called, making Elijah aware he had been followed, he had been focusing his attention on the table, or rather the people around it.

He smothered his surprise when she came to stop at his side and not closer to Klaus, however instead of getting to enjoy the strange sensation he got from that, Elijah had never really dealt or thought of his feelings about Freya and he suddenly realised that was something he would need to with her alive and part of the family, he turned back the the table.

Something had been itching at the back of his mind, something was wrong, Aurora had relaxed when Tristan started explaining, or rather telling his story.

She had known, it could have been that they had been keeping it from himt together but Tristan rarely entrusted her with Strix business let alone something like this and Tristan himself had been off.

There was guilt over the stake but there was none of the injured pride of being stolen from or anger at the insult that any of Lucien’s sireline would manage something his Strix failed that should be there.

“There’s two, the first curse would be the agony and awareness while staked with it, and the second would be the uncontrollable rage and hunger once freed.” he explained ignoring his siblings narrowed eyes, likely wonder if he was talking from experience, he was but at least that meant they already had the cure. “But no, the stake wouldn’t be able to hide her from your spells, nor would a minor group. Would you like to change your story, my dear Tristan?”

“What?” several voices.

“I understand your concerns for Rebekah’s safety may-” Tristan started, clearly prepared to lie and manipulate him, Elijah patience snapped for the second time of the night and his hand moved.

Tristan choked as a knife embedded in his throat and everyone froze, except Aurora who threw herself from her chair to reach her brother.

“Tristan!” Aurora cried, as everyone else looked at Elijah who moved slightly to pick up the next knife set at the table. Elijah smothered the slight tremor at finally showing his ace up his sleeve, the one he had held onto for nearly all of his captivity.

“How?” Tristan wheezed as he pulled the knife out, looking from the bloody blade to Elijah as Aurora fussed.

“How did I figure out your story is a lie?” he asked lightly, the sight of Tristan’s shock and pain a temporary balm to his anger over Rebekah and the attempts to lie to his face as he watched the blood stain Tristan’s collar “or how did I hurt you?”

“How long?” 

Elijah despite himself and the situation couldn’t stop the grin taking over his face, maybe it was excitement at finally hurting him or that Tristan was looking with him awe, no doubt having worked out how many time Elijah could have killed him and the Strix.

“First year.” he answered, twisting the second knife in his hand carelessly “The flames of my burning still harmed those sent to recover me.” even as he burned he had heard the scream of pain and seen one of those who found him, jump back shaking a burning arm before someone had the thought to throw something over him to block the sun and smother the flames

“The test?” Tristan remarked,

“I could have let go,” he explained, forcing his voice to stay light as he was reminded of the powerless rage he had felt in that moment, “gravity would have given you a shallow cut that would have healed quickly and made you aware of the loop hole. Besides I wanted to impale your hand to the desk.” he smiled, well aware it was closer to a snarl.

“All this time?” Tristan asked leaning on the table, Elijah noticed the fascination and hunger he had once aimed to fan into flames at the beginning of his captivity and in the end burned them both in it. 

“We can talk of this another time,” he shut down that topic, they would but now was not the time, “Rebekah” he reminded.

“In a safe location,” Tristan replied, almost pleased- not relieved to get to explain himself or his plan “I was going to arrange Lucien’s men to move there so you could take your anger out on them as we collect her.”

“Scapegoats?” he raised a brow Tristan nodded, a ghost of a smirk almost appearing but he was at least apparently concerned about further angering Elijah that it never fully appeared.

“Where is she?” he repeated sending a pointed look toward the pocket Tristan kept his phone in, Tristan pulled his phone out and started to work on it quickly.

“How did you do that?” Lucien cut in, Elijah barley paid him a glance “pretty sure there was the ritual that stops you from hurting any of your sireline.”

“He didn’t,” Aurora said as she looked between them, “he wasn’t touching it.”

“Correct,” he gave her a smile before it faded, “now back to my sister, Aurora, why?”

“Why do you think I-” she started, hand on heart and her confusion almost more convincing that Tristan’s. If only she hadn’t reached for her heart with her left hand and showed the bare wrist that should have bore the bracelet he had gotten her the year before.

Enchanted with powerful activatable cloaking spell that she’s hadn’t taken off since he had put it on her.

Something powerful enough to hide Rebekah from any witch searching for her.   

“Tristan’s story was to protect someone and there's only a very small list of people he would put himself on the line to protect.” Elijah sighed, “So why?”

Aurora stared at him for a moment, and Elijah ignored the fact he could feel the weight of Trsitan’s eyes on him, he couldn’t hurt Tristan thanks to the ritual but Aurora had never been protected by that.

 “She threatened to take you away” Aurora broke, hissing it “and Jason too, I reacted without thinking, you know-”

“You kept it from me,” he interrupted, because yes he did know, she rarely thought through her actions, it wasn’t her fault, he knew the separation from Jason, the change from their home and safety was going to lead to her instability and he hadn’t paid enough attention to stop it, he knew the risk and hadn’t cared that much because he hadn’t thought it would be his family endangered. “You plotted behind my back and tried to lie to me.” he said instead before he let the guilt swallow him.

He could dwell on all that, guilt, failure and cruel uncaring selfishness on his next bad day.

“It was for your-” Tristan started but Aurora spoke over him.

“We didn't want to ruin the dinner given how much you wanted it to go well.” 

Elijah refused to let himself flinch.

“You should have told me.“ he repeated, holding his hand out to Tristan, until he handed over his phone. "I trusted you." He said, not making any effort to hide his disappointment.

Tristan and Aurora winced. 

“Now, the dinner seems over,” he announced, before it even began. He thought briefly of his idea-hope to have a civil conversation and settle all the things needed to ensure the safety and bring Jason to them over the meal tonight, “Lucien can go home, Aurora will come with me to collect Rebekah and get her cured.” he ordered after he had glanced at the screen to see the location and that Tristan had already informed the Sisters of the change in plans.

“I'm coming with you.” Freya told him,

“I'm sorry sister” he replied “but I was hoping you can keep Tristan company.”

What?” Several voices echoed, but Elijah kept his attention on Freya. She had been concerned for his safety and didn’t like Tristan for his sake, perhaps if she could get some of that anger out, it would help with future civility between them.

Besides Elijah was too angry and honestly hurt to think of a punishment himself for this betrayal and breaking of their carefully established rules.

“If I asked Klaus, the chances of Tristan surviving are a fraction,” he explained, “while I'm sure you can take revenge and pain without killing him. You want to don't you?”

“You're telling me to hurt him?” Freya reached out and Elijah “Torture?”

“Asking you“ he clarified “it's your choice.”

“Why?”

“He broke our rules, and maybe it can help your future acceptance of him.” he told her honestly.

“Acceptance?” Freya raised a brow at him,

“You want him alive, why? After this?” Klaus snarled before he could answer her.

“I'm fond of him,” he huffed “unfortunately attached, he's one of the few things that makes what I've suffered tolerable.” 

Freya gave him a pitying look but there was far too much understanding in it, maybe their captivities had some similarities.

Klaus’ growl was another sign that he was going to have to talk with Klaus about everything tonight, no doubt his imagination was picturing truly nightmarish situtions beyond what Elijah lived.

“You can't mean I'm to sit and allow her to torture me.” Tristan protested as he realised no one was arguing against it.

“Remember our deal, this is what I ask for this betrayal,” he said, using supernatural speed to appear behind Tristan setting his hands in his shoulders to light guide him back into sitting in his chair and moving his lips to breathe “sit and endure” into his ear before glancing to Aurora to meet her eyes “and accept.”

He felt Tristan give in as he slumped under his hands before he straightened and stepped away, reappearing closer to the door, as Klaus appeared in front of him.

 Aurora glanced between them and Tristan, clearly torn.

“And what of me brother?” Niklaus asked, eyes him with confusion.

“I would assumed you'd be coming with us to get Rebekah, I know you're burning with questions.” he smiled, his mood lightening with the fact he would soon get to see Rebekah and Tristan 

The words seemed to settle Aurora's mind and she was suddenly on his arm, nails digging into skin.

Elijah swallowed the desire to sigh heavily as Klaus glared at her but stalked out forcing her and Aurora to follow.

At least Klaus was above pulling on his arms now, having outgrown as a teenager or Elijah felt like he'd be truly stuck in the middle of them.

He didn't look back, Tristan knew better than to harm Freya and Freya wouldn't kill Tristan, she wanted her family together as much as Elijah did to endanger it.

—

Tristan sighed as the door closed leaving him at the dinning table with Freya standing across from him as she smiled at him.

It was false, more to hide her urge to bare her teeth and snarl.

Burning rage and the want to hurt hidden behind the petty image.

It was a smile he was very familiar with, it was Elijah's.

Tristan could truly see the family resemblance, he had a feeling he wasn't going to enjoy what was to come.

[strawberryfantawrites]

What pets the slashers would get with their S/O

Includes: Jason, Michael, Pinhead, Bubba, and Vincent

Jason Vorhees

The whole entire forest honestly

In all seriousness though, you guys are surrounded by wildlife so you’d mostly get your animal fill with feeding the squirrels and the birds and maybe a deer or two that come around your cabin.

I can see you guys maybe adopting a large dog like a German Shepard or something, but dogs require a lot of care and getting food, taking them to the vet, and all of that stuff would be a lot of work especially since Jason doesn’t really leave the camp.

So while you guys would adopt any stray animals that end up in the camp, you probably wouldn’t go out of your way to get one yourself.

Jason would absolutely love any animals you guys take care of though and is always really gentle with the smaller ones

I have a hc that when he was a kid at camp he would hide from the other children in the woods and so he kind of grew fond of a lot of the animals there

He would leave all naming up to you though, since  the name doesn’t really matter to him

Michael Myers

Dogs are off limits. They don’t really like him.

I mean, it’s not like cats are crazy about him either, especially your cat, but he’s able to tolerate cats. 

Him and your cat would have a silent grudge and a silent agreement. They don’t like each other, but if the cat doesn’t cough up hairballs in his shoes, he won’t lock them out.

It’s sort of sad to you because of course you want your two favorite people to love each other too! So you try to encourage your cat to hop up on the couch while you and Michael are cuddling or vice verse.

It doesn’t really work since every vibe check that cat does on Michael returns negative.

However, after a while of living together, they sort of are accustomed to each other. They aren’t besties by any means, but it’ll be a bit more common to see Michael absentmindedly scratching the cat behind their ears, or the cat weaving between Michael’s legs whenever he sits down.

Michael personally had a few choice names for the cat, but you both settled for Prickles

Pinhead

I know the Chatterer Beast from the fourth movie isn’t the fluffiest puppy but it’s basically like the best guard dog ever. Plus he came with Pinhead so it makes sense you would keep him.

Plus, it’s not like you can really get any other pets while Pinhead has Toothy (your affectionate nickname for the pup), since Toothy doesn’t really get along well with other animals

You don’t mind though, he’s enough of a handful all on his own! Your main issue is house training him…

It should be easy since he strictly follows Pinhead’s orders, but Pinhead’s standing by with a distant look on his face while Toothy tears up your carpet

Speaking of Pinhead, he’s surprisingly sweet with his pup. While he simply regards the doggy as an assistant while working, behind closed doors he pets Toothy a lot more and even teaches him a couple tricks (not that he needs to, but it’s pretty cute to see)

While Pinhead acts annoyed/indifferent towards the nickname Toothy, you’ve definitely heard him use it for the Chatterer Beast(even if he denies it)

Bubba Sawyer

A PIG

Bubba’s family owns a farmhouse with some animals for when they can’t get their hands on their preferred meat. It just so happens that one of these animals is a pig!

One day while cleaning out the stables though, Bubba notices that one of these pigs seems a bit lighter and weaker than the others. She was the runt of the litter and because of that, she wasn’t able to get as much food from her mom.

Something about that struck a chord with Bubba and that’s how you woke up that morning with a small pink snout in your face

You’re obviously overjoyed and the two of you are determined to bring the little piglet back to health, bestowing her with the name Cupcake

Cupcake basically becomes your surrogate child and it becomes a common occurrence to see Bubba cooking or cleaning with one hand and holding her up on his hip with the other

You also take the time to knit her little blankets and clothes with Bubba for colder nights 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is sort of picky about getting a pet

He doesn’t want anything destructive or high maintenance because he doesn’t want them to interrupt his work,  but when he hears a ruckus outside, and his eyes meet the injured raccoon’s, his work is far from the first thing on his mind.

Is the raccoon destructive? Yes. Mischievous? Yes. High maintenance? Absolutely. But it’s your guys’ responsibility now and there’s nothing that can convince him otherwise.

You don’t mind, it’s funny seeing him pick the fuzzy menace up by the armpits and toss him out of the studio.

The raccoon comes and goes as he pleases, often disappearing for an hour or two, but he always comes back to you

After catching him stealing Vincent’s lunch for the 10th time, you decide Lupin is an appropriate name for the little thief.

As annoyed as Vincent gets with Lupin though, he can’t stay mad at the little man forever and 5 minutes later Lupin’s perched on Vincent’s shoulder and watching him work intently.

The two of them have a silent bond and are inseparable in a matter of days.

(Reposting bc I accidentally posted this on my main blog instead of my writing blog)

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[formosusiniquis]

Nancy is sick, sick of not being respected by the school newspaper. They call her a conspiracy theorist who is always looking for a story that doesn’t exist. They want to know why she can’t be content with covering the basketball district win or Mrs. O’Donnell’s twenty year teaching anniversary. Then someone spray paints a dick on every car in the staff parking lot. Twenty-seven dicks.

And everyone says it’s Eddie Munson.

Eddie is a stoner, a loudmouth, a delinquent, and insists on putting his shoes on cafeteria tables; but somehow Nancy just doesn’t see this being something Eddie did.

Principal Higgins and the rest of the Hawkins administration doesn’t seem to want to investigate any further. The paper has already published their piece on the matter. So Nancy decides she’s going to investigate this herself, not only that she’s going to come out with an expose proving Munson is innocent. A film expose, print media is dying anyway.

She recruits Robin Buckley, a band kid and jack of all trades, to operate the camera and she sets to work. She sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong, she digs into the Hawkins gossip mill determined to figure out who else could have done it. She doesn’t make friends.

Except Eddie kind of grows on her.

Robin kind of does too.

Except Robin, just like Nancy, is just as viable a suspect as about seven other people who led after school clubs and had a key to school -- which included access to the brand new security camera pointed at the staff parking lot.

Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Fred Benson, Chrissy Cunningham, Patrick McKinney.

Each of them had the opportunity and motive and Nancy thinks it’s important that they take the time to explore that. Robin doesn’t appreciate Nancy taking a logical look at her motivation, calling her out for her obvious crush on Chrissy and wanting to cancel prom so Chrissy can’t go with Jason. Nancy doesn’t appreciate how unseriously Robin is taking this. This is Nancy’s chance at something big. Sure, it’s no murder but felony vandalism is nothing to sneeze at, if she solves this people will finally take her seriously. Except Robin who thinks this whole thing is a joke. Who makes some bullshit little flipbook of Nancy drawing dicks on cars to give herself something to solve.

The part ways after that.

Nancy spends more time with Eddie. He’s funny. He helps her relax, not just with the weed but the contact high she gets hanging out with him and his friends is a nice bonus. He’s smart, smart enough she realizes that he could have done it if he wanted to.

She doesn’t want it to be Eddie. She doubles down. She makes up with Robin. They’re going to find out who really did this.

And she has it. She has it. She can prove, circumstantially, but enough that she’s sure she could get a confession from the actual perpetrator. When Eddie goes out and actually vandalizes Mrs. O’Donnell’s place, gets caught doing it by her neighbor. Hopper brings him in, Robin goes to deal with the neighbor while Nancy talks with Eddie. Talks to him about the expose, about how angry he felt about the way she made him out to be this burnout loser, the same kind of freak weirdo that everyone in school already thought he was, someone who’d been at Hawkins long enough to hold the grudge but not smart enough to actually get away with it. The only way they could even prove he was innocent was by proving how much of a fuckup loser he really was. Like anyone expected much better of a Munson.

Nancy isn’t sure what to do about the fact that all her project has really done is hurt people. She proved Eddie’s innocence at his own expense. She effectively outed Robin to the whole school, even if Robin says she forgives her, she aired half of the school’s dirty laundry and didn’t even officially catch who did it because no one will believe her now. Not when she’s got one more person calling for Eddie’s blood.

Some problems don’t have solutions. Some messes get made and can’t be cleaned up. But Nancy does her best. Nancy tries to do right by Eddie, tries to deserve some respect.

Also something, something Steve Harrington is Jenna Hawthorne. Something, something lonely, (queer), rich kid who puts up a cool, collected mask to keep the attention of others but is so desperate for love and affection that they accidentally get blackmailed into doing a felony by the person they thought loved them.

[minilpark]

Top gun!Batfam au. That is all. Would like to know your spare thoughts.

i have thought about this just a tad because i hc that bob and fanboy love comics, but i never thought specifically about a topgun!batfam, so here's the little bit i've got for you!

iceman

okay you can't convince me that ice doesn't remind you of either clark (yes he isn't in the batfam but im putting him there as an honorary member) or alfred and lemme explain why-

ice as clark: boyfriends with mav aka batsy, tries to keep his bf in check, fails most of the time, very by the book and follows the rules

ice as alfred: keeps mav/bats in check, looks out for his well-being, the actual one in charge of the family but lets mav/bats believe he is

see? either is valid to me

2. mav

mav is bruce through and through to me. i think this because he basically adopts all the pilots as his own children and wants to keep them safe by teaching them how to protect themselves (like in the air w/ dogfighting) like how bruce does with his vigilante kiddos. also i imagine the tough love and strained relationships bruce has with some of his kids is just like mav and rooster- also not to mention the lasting trauma both bruce and mav have from their early years still haunts them both every day.

3. rooster

i was on the fence about who bradley would be, but i think he would be a great dick grayson and lemme explain why- dick is bruce's first kid that he's ever taken care of. of course with being the first, it's a different experience compared to those who come after you. there's pressure on both the parent (bruce/mav) and him to be the best and live up to expectations. besides this, he was the experimental kid and also holds a personal responsibility over the others (also fitting since bradley's callsign is rooster). dick is also consistently good natured and reliable in most iterations of him and i think this is fitting with bradley. he is kind natured and naive and sometimes doesn't think things through before he does something. there are times he can be scary when he's angry (def rooster vibes) and he's def the type to hold grudges, kinda like how rooster held one against mav for the papers incident.

4. hangman

i was also unsure about who jake would be, but i think i'm going to say he reminds me of jason. theres a lot of iterations of jay and how he behaves and how his relationship with the family is, so imma just keep this pretty general concerning his personality and also say hes on shaky ground with the others. as we all know, he is considered one of the black sheep in the family. after dying and coming back as red hood, things have been difficult to say the least. however, he still is just as strong, brave, selfless, impulsive, and smart-mouthed as he was before he died. i think these traits are fitting for jake. considering his callsign is hangman and the story we all know behind it, he also relates to how jay is a lone wolf more than half the time, but they both are becoming better at playing on a team.

5. phoenix

i think phoenix would be cass. needless to say, cass had a rough upbringing (we will not go into detail). i definitely think phoenix would have a hard upbringing as well as being the oldest sister of two younger brothers trying to help her mother after her father's tragic passing (this is my own hc btw). besides this, cass upholds bruce's moral code and is determined to prove herself to her newfound family and especially to bruce as she wants to take up the mantle later on. concerning phoenix, i think she also holds herself to a high standard especially with being a female pilot in the navy. she is also fiercely loyal and protective of her crewmates. i also think these two are just badass women.

6. bob

it took some deliberating for bob here, but i think he would be tim. tim is not only incredibly smart, he is a great detective and is also pretty gutsy as well. he is a passionate person and works extremely hard to prove his worth (he is a huge workaholic). with all these traits of his, i think bob would fit him really well. bob is definitely perceptive of others and in tune to how everyone is feeling (my hc and also just comes with the fact he is a "stealth pilot" lmao).

7. fanboy

i think mickey would be duke. duke is like the light of the family in my opinion. though i havent read much of his content, i do know that hes like an empath. when he works as a vigilante, he goes out there and uses his emotions to guide him unlike some of the other members. he is also lowkey self-sacrificial and willing to do anything to protect others and his family. i think fanboy behaves the same. he cares about his family and would do anything to protect them. he definitely brings smiles to the crew and keeps morale up in my opinion. in conclusion, fanboy is a blessing and so is duke.

8. payback

payback would be lucas. lucas is no doubt extremely intelligent like his father, strong, and he is also a great fighter considering he is a boxer, as well as being trained in mma and cage fighting. besides this, he is great at tactical analysis and engineering. i totally think payback fits the vibes luke exudes and he is also just as capable as him. both of them are like the rock in the team. they're there for anyone who needs them. (i also think they're both pretty mentally stable or as much as you can be as a crime fighter in gotham)

9. coyote

coyote reminds me of steph. steph is incredibly athletic and talented, but she also has trouble regulating her emotions. she sometimes lets her emotions get the better of her and she is also one for feeling an adrenaline rush. i feel like javy could definitely relate with her. however, despite her weaknesses, she is a great vigilante and very street-smart and pragmatic. when she does something, it has meaning behind it and i think javy does the same. when he flies, he's a team player and is strategic as to how he can lead his team to victory and get them home. both him and steph are also sarcastic and witty, often throwing out some quips at others who provoke them as well lmao.

[sea-owl]

Bruce and Gordon want Dick and Babs to date again and frankly Clark does not.

Now don't get Clark wrong he's not blind. He sees the potential they have, and he remembers those few years where it seemed like they would be the once in a generation couple whose first love was their last. If Dick and Babs were both single then Clark really wouldn't care.

But Dick isn't single and Kori does not deserve to have her relationship messed with like that. Bruce is gonna hold a grudge against him for this but Clark did go through years of teaching and bonding with Kori for him to stand by while his best friend tried to orchestrate her heartbreak.

"Bruce and Commissioner Gordon want Dick and Barbara to date."

Kori looks up from her drink, a grin on her face. "Wonderful! It will be nice to have another opinion on my plans other then Jason and Stephanie."

Clark stares at his friend. "I'm sorry Kori did I not say that right?" Clark pauses thinking how to reword it. " They want your boyfriend to date another girl."

Kori nods. "And so do I. Richard wants to date both me and Barbara but fears upsetting me. Barbara wants to date Richard and I but doesn't want to ruin our relationship. And I want to date both of them but they are both stubborn."

Kori huffs dropping her head into her hands. "On Tamaran this would not be so difficult."

This caught Clark's attention. "I'm guessing relationships aren't so monogamous then on Tamaran."

"Love is a precious thing. We believe you can love one or many. My own knorfka Galfore was in a relationship with my parents before they passed."

"And marriage?"

Kori bit her lip trying to think of the words. "Marriage is for alliances and. . . leagal benefits."

Clark nodded taking a sip of his drink.

Kori shrugs, "Besides if I am dating both Richard and Barbara then that will make it harder for Bruce to keep denying his feelings for you."

Clark spat out his drink

[sky-berrie]

How would the batboys react to a female SO with Paranoid Personality Disorder?

Hi there!

Thanks so much for the ask. I hope this is okay :)

-Sky

Bruce

As a person living with paranoid personality disorder, you might be terrified that people are out to harm you. Your place of residence, Gotham city, does nothing but exacerbate your paranoid thought patterns, since criminals run rampant through the streets. It’s hard to distinguish between paranoid thoughts and substantiated concerns. Is that sketchy person with the full face covering one of Black Mask’s False Face Society members sent to abduct you, or are they just a conscientious citizen taking extra precautions to avoid contracting or transmitting the COVID virus? Being in a state of constant fear prevents you from living your life to the fullest. Luckily, your S/O happens to be Batman in his free time.

Bruce eases your mind just with his presence. He’s probably the smartest, strongest, and most resourceful person you know and being with him makes you feel safe. Bruce is the kind of person who you’d blindly listen to during an emergency – if he told you to jump out of a burning plane, you’d do it without a second thought because he’s never let you down in the past and you’re confident that he never will in the future. If you’re feeling fearful in public, Bruce will grab your hand or put an arm around you securely and soothingly whisper in your ear that he’s right here and there’s nothing to worry about. Having paranoid thoughts means that it’s difficult to reason with you, so you probably aren’t convinced that there is no threat, but you do experience some relief from his soft touch and gentle words. He’ll ask if you want to leave and he’ll take you to your safe space. If you’re feeling fearful in private, Bruce will hold you close and rub your back to reduce your anxiety. If you’re by yourself and start to have those racing, panicked paranoid thoughts, you can always call Bruce. He’ll drop whatever he is doing and come take care of you.

Bruce will teach you self defense to help you feel more comfortable around people. He won’t arm you with any dangerous weapons because he doesn’t want an innocent person to get hurt if you get spooked. Bruce will ask if you want to move into the manor since it has strong security and comes with several vigilantes. If you would rather stay at your own place, Bruce will install a variety of safety systems to make you feel protected. He’ll even spend most nights at your place so you can sleep peacefully. Overall, Bruce is like your lifeline. He’ll know just what to do to help you through your difficult thoughts.

Dick

Dick is a social butterfly who’s had his fair share of romantic partners in the past so it’s natural for you to feel jealous when he spends time with other people. Dick will adamantly declare that he’s with you and only you. At first you might try to ignore the prickly feeling of jealousy because you don’t want to come off as a possessive S/O, but the clues accumulate and suggest that he’s cheating on you. For example, he’ll rarely spend the night with you. You’ll catch him sneaking into bed at ungodly hours of the morning. When confronted, he’ll make up an excuse that he just went to get a drink of water or use the bathroom. You’ll spot bruises scattered over his chest knowing you definitely did not leave those there. He’ll play it off as a gym injury.

When you raise your suspicions, Dick is hesitant to explain. You take this as confirmation of infidelity and you’re ready to walk out. At that point, he has no choice but to come clean about his secret identity as Nightwing. That sounds farfetched and you likely think he’s a pathological liar. Finally, Dick proves it to you and explains that he didn’t want you to be dragged into his dangerous nightlife. While you accept that as the truth, you’ll always wonder if he’s hiding more secrets. Furthermore, you’re probably pissed that he was gaslighting you. Dick will do everything he can to make it up to you. He’ll apologize profusely and in extravagant ways, be more transparent, and shower you with excessive love and affection. It might take a long time, but eventually Dick will worm his way back into your good graces.

It doesn’t take long for the green-eyed monster to rear its’ ugly head again. Now that you’re in the know, you’re hyperaware of the attractive vigilantes that Dick works with and it’s emotionally draining to be jealous all the time. You don’t want to be the type of person who tries to control their partner’s life, but when the suffering becomes too much to bear, you might ask him to stop seeing certain people. Dick will calmly assure you that there isn’t anything going on with any of his vigilante friends. If that doesn’t appease you, he’ll suggest that you hang out with the team and get to know them. He hopes that you’ll see that there aren’t any romantic feelings between them. Whatever you do, please don’t force him to choose between you and his hero life. It will tear him apart.

Jason

Trust is very important to Jason. He doesn’t trust many people as it is and needs a S/O who he can trust wholeheartedly and who will trust him in return. He believes that this relationship will fail if you don’t have confidence in each other. He’ll take it personally if you distrust him. Jason will get defensive and frustrated if you accuse him of being unfaithful, especially if you don’t have a shred of evidence to support your claims. He’ll be offended and deeply hurt that you think so negatively of him but once he’s had some time to cool off, he’ll be able to process everything more objectively. He’ll accept that you can’t control the way you feel. You’d explained it to him once that you do trust him, but there’s a separate voice in your head that tells you otherwise. Jason won’t give up on you though. He’ll come up with a proposition - he’ll agree to install a tracking app on his phone so you can monitor his whereabouts if you’ll promise to work on learning to trust him, whether it be via professional psychotherapy or reading self-help books.

On the other hand, if Jason is one of the only people you trust, he’ll be elated to know that you two have built such a strong connection. It’ll be easy to confide in him because he’ll gladly listen to your worried thoughts with no judgement. At first, he’ll reassure you that nothing bad is going to happen to you – he’s Red Hood and nobody is going to pull anything on you if they value their life. Eventually he’ll realize that trying to reason with you isn’t helpful so he’ll stick to active listening when you’re experiencing paranoid thoughts.

However, if Jason is fresh out of the pit and emotionally unstable, you two will probably bond over your mutual distrust and cynicism about the world. Although you and Jason will get along exceptionally well, it’s possible that your irrational thoughts may feed each other’s paranoia and exacerbate the feelings of mistrust and suspicion. If you find yourself unable to let things go, feel free to vent away when you’re with Jason. He is the king of holding grudges, so he’ll probably support you and even join in on trash talking that person with you when you’re angry. Learning to forgive and forget is something you and Jason can work on together. In a way, it brings you two closer together since you understand each other on a level that others can’t begin to comprehend.

Tim

Tim very compassionate and patient; however, he’s afraid of triggering you so he’s often walking on eggshells around you. He just wants to be the perfect supportive S/O for you and doesn’t want to mess up the relationship. His worst offense (in your eyes) is using ambiguous language that lends to multiple interpretations. For example, he might innocently compliment your clothes/hair/makeup and you might assume that he only likes you for your appearance or that he’s implying that you’re vain for wanting to look nice. The moment you shoot him daggers, he’s realized his mistake and starts to furiously backpedal. He tries to explain himself, but he usually ends up digging himself a deeper hole. Eventually, he gets better at expressing his thoughts carefully so that they can’t be misconstrued.

Tim diligently tries to learn your other triggers and how to help. When you’re stuck in a cycle of paranoid thoughts, Tim will get you to focus on what’s real instead of trying to make you see sense. He’ll help you relax by walking you through breathing exercises, playing soothing music, or whatever strategies you find helpful.

Tim isn’t proud of this, but he’s resorted to deceiving you when necessary. For instance, if you’re experiencing paranoid thought patterns and want to be alone, Tim will hesitantly leave, but he’ll probably secretly monitor you only because he’s worried about your safety. If you’re afraid that others are reading your mind, he might pretend that he invented an anti-mindreading helmet to ease your suspicions. He knows you would feel betrayed if you ever found out about his dishonesty, but he reasons that your safety and comfort are more important in the moment.

Damian

Arguments with Damian are brutal. No matter how insignificant the disagreement is, Damian refuses to back down when he believes he’s right. Paired with your own stubbornness and contentiousness, these quarrels generally result in an impasse. Eventually your anger subsides and the depression sinks in. You might assume that Damian doesn’t love you anymore and that fight was the end of your relationship. Maybe you start packing your belongings to move out right away. Damian comes up behind you and asks what you’re doing. When you tell him that you’re leaving because he doesn’t want you anymore, he’s instantly remorseful. He takes your bags out of your hands and proceeds to pull you in close as he tells you how much he loves you. He assures you that two people can disagree and still love each other.

Damian doesn’t want to argue with you and he certainly doesn’t want to see you upset so he’ll always excuse himself before the argument becomes too heated. He hopes that some time apart will allow you both to calm down and come to a compromise, but it’s never that simple. Most of the time, you’ll need a third-party mediator, like a therapist, to resolve your dispute. The act of seeking out a therapist will be a huge accomplishment for your relationship. Damian likes his privacy and doesn’t want someone else in his business and you might be afraid to share intimate information with a stranger in fear that it will be used against you. Nevertheless, you both want to make this relationship work, so you’ll continue to seek help.

Damian has a habit of being blunt. He doesn’t mean to criticize or insult you – in his mind, he is only stating the facts or his opinion for the purpose of helping you improve. Despite his goodhearted intentions, it’s easy for you to take his comments the wrong way and perceive it as a personal attack. If he sees that his remarks have upset you, he’ll acknowledge all the positive aspects of your performance. Still, you might cling to the disparaging comments and ignore the praise. Going forward, Damian will try to be more encouraging and constructive and will only express feedback if you invite him to do so.

[neonkoii]

+ jane n jonathan borrow wills art supplies by sayin "hey can i use this for a bit ^-^" n then never give it back

+ jonathan n argyle drive down to la one night n stay for a week . joyce files a missin persons report . the two end up gettin arrested for shopliftin n thats how joyce finds out where they r

+ their neighbors dont like them much

+ will spends time at the skatepark . he cant skate . he jus goes there to sketch the other people skatin to practice anatomy

+ jonathan gave up photography after he left hawkins

+ joyce likes to teach jane different things to cook

+ they all share clothes . they dont have enough money to afford a lot more clothes, so they jus share . jonathan n joyce share shirts, jonathan n joyce n jane share skirts, will lets jane borrow some of his shorts, ect ect

+ everyone in the party has an older brother/older brother figure . mike has eddie, lucas has jason, dustin has steve, will + jane have jonathan, n max had billy

+ mike cannot draw for the life of them . he tries todraw a portrait of will n it looks really bad n max makes fun of him n hes all :[ but then will sees it n hes so !!!!!!!!!!!! bc its him !!!! mike tried to draw HIM !!!!!!

+ jane LOVES stuffed animals . she has a collection in like this net hung up in the corner of her room, n her bed is COVERED w stuffies . most of them r from hopper (he had them left after sarah)

+ dustin eats paper . its a horrible habit but he does . sometimes he eats plastic too . the party used to give him their trash after lunch bc he would straight up jus eat it .

+ lucas has an obsession w scented candles

+ lucas jus likes scented things in general . he will only use scented glue stricks but like the shitty kind . it drives max insane .

+ suzie n jane would b besties im not even jokin . suzie would probably b besties w the entire byers-hopper family . autistic to autistic communication

+ lucas n jonathan hold will hold grudges until their death days . lucas still hasnt forgiven mike fully for that one fight in s1 . jonathan has also not fully forgiven steve for 'nancy the slut' + the insults afterwards .

+ holly n erica get along some how ?? they bond over their hatred of their brothers /j

+ eddie doesnt know who jane is but he knows who will is bc mike wont shut the fuck up ab him . eddie looks at him like I Know What You Are

+ the wheelers tan vv easily, as do the hargrove-mayfields .

+ the byers dont tan but they get sunburned !! its really annoyin too bc joyce always forgets sunscreen n ofc the other three dont remember either

+ jason used to host sleepovers for the basketball team every night before a big game

+ mike picks up eddies music taste n it drives his family insane bc ted doesnt like music, karen only like pop, nancy mostly listens to classical music n gets annoyed by rock, n holly thinks its too loud

+ dustin had a hamster named mr figglebottom in the fifth grade . mike accidentally killed it n lucas panicked n flushed it down the toilet . dustin thought mr figglebottom ran away until will accidentally spilled the beans in seventh grade

+ eddie is gay n he is out . like it is public knowledge that this man is gay which is why everyone jus kinda avoids him . mike n dustin n lucas didnt know that before joinin hellfire . i dont think mike or lucas wouldve joined if they knew tbhh

+ mikes fave color is yellow . lucas's is dark blue . dustin didnt know the concept of a favorite color was a real thing

+ steve n mike r strangely besties ?? like steve goes to mike w relationship issues n mikes like "cool ??? i dont care"

+ mike had a small crush on eddie (like a celebrity crush . eddie thought it was cute but obvi didnt feel the same) until he watched eddie shove a tater tot up his nose

+ max doesnt like her hair color but lucas LOVES IT

+ been toyin around w the idea of ftm max ?? but anyway i think at some point max cuts her hair really short

+ joyce cuts all her kids' hair

+ jane was really excited when joyce offered to cut her hair bc !!!! shes part of the family now !!!!!

+ jason was actually really nice before everythin happened w chrissy . he would go out shoppin w lucas n the rest of the basketball team n he would pay for movie tickets + meals n he always made sure to get to know the team

+ mike n chrissy were friends (dustin n chrissy shared a class n had to partner up for somethin, but dustin was busy the only times chrissy was free, so he roped mike into doin the project for him)

+ nancy offers to rent movies from family video for mike jus so she can talk to steve n robin

SORRY THIS IS A LOT . AM CURRENTLY THINKIN OF MORE SO WILL SEND SOME LATER SOON AHSDJFKLDS

THIS this THIS THIS THIS!!!! you are always so real and true and correct but these are THE MOST correct dude

[gangrenados]

Finally people who also find Rachel kind of obnoxious 💀😭 I went on like an hour tangent to my S/O the other day about it and my best friend was like whyyyyyyy she’s ravennnnn like noooooo they did her characterization so dirty

Lmao yess I don't really like Rachel, I find her annoying and even kind of bratty sometimes

I mean, s1 Rachel was nice and likeable.

hen s2 came and she treated Jason pretty damn bad, i guess she expected him to give her some kind of special treatment like the rest of the Titans. I think that since her beef with him started after Jason called her a freak AFTER SHE ALMOST STABBED HIM TO DEATH what? You can't expect people to like you after you try to kill them

she even accused him of things Jason didn't even do, in fact, she was the one who started the witch hunt towards Jason.

-I also find annoying that she gets all the attention and the other younger members are put into the shadow. She's the favorite child and you can't deny me that cuz

1. When she went to look out for her mom in that asylum, Dick and Kory went to her rescue right away

2. But when Gar was being brainwashed alongside Conner, causing chaos all over the city and getting hurt by that evil company. Who goes to their rescue? Donna and Dawn who didn't even knew them cuz Kory and Rachel decided to bail Dick out of jail (which was fucking useless cuz by the time they get them, Dick had already escaped)

Mind you, during the Trigon incident Gar was killed by the hand of the Titans. All. Of them.

Did they apologized properly? No. Yeah, I still hold a grudge for that one.

-Also the scene where the amazons or whatever, were teaching Rachel how to use her powers? Girl I wanted to slap her so bad.

She was so disrespectful towards them, acting like she knows it all and being and being a brat.

I mean, they're a powerful group taking time to teach your dumb ass how to use your stupid powers! Show some goddamn respect for once!

-I just don't like her attitude pass s1, I'm sorry. She annoys me.

Stand Gar and Conner's simp ass

[scarofthewind]

Call of the Moon || Werewolf!Jason x Reader

A/N: I’M ALIVE!!! Sorry I haven’t been around as of late, I got a new job and I am still in the process of moving but things should be getting better soon! Finally the second part of this mini series is up! I’m sorry I’ve been taking forever, life if just chaotic right now. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, blood, gore, biting, handjob, fem!reader, fingering, Jason cumming on your stomach

word count: 2.5k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

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You knew that nothing you did would throw him off your scent and you’d tried everything; swimming halfway across the lake, and even throwing your jacket far away from you. Your feet it the ground quickly as you continued to run, your lungs burning hot in your chest and your legs trembling beneath you. You shivered from the cold night air, your outfit having been drenched when you swam through the lake, not aiding you in keeping warm anymore. 

You hissed as you looked down at your arm which was covered with blood from a large scratch on your skin. So far, the beast had only gotten to tear you a little bit; you’re friends weren’t so lucky. Hot tears fell down your face as your mind still replayed their screams in your head; the sound of their flesh and bones being torn apart by something un-human. A loud howl sent you running in the direction of the area you had all been camping at; there were cabins surrounding your tent and the fire your best friend had made had been put out with her blood. 

You hurried past their bodies, not being able to stomach the massacre in front of you. Nearly tripping over the porch steps, you stepped into the first cabin you could get in to and put as much furniture in front of the door. Hiding in the corner behind a bunk bed, you waited with a hand covering your mouth. You jumped in your place when you heard another howl and then a pounding of feet on the ground as the beat neared the cabin, hot on your trail. More tears fell down your face when a soft sniffing and scratching came from outside the cabin doors. 

A low growl made you freeze in your place as the monster thumped against the doors, the furniture in front of them moving with each shake. You put your head between your legs as the door flew open, furniture and wood going everywhere. You didn’t move a single centimeter as you heard the claws of the beast scratch against the floor; you could feel it’s eyes on you and you tightened up more. Tears fell down your nose as you stayed there, the sound of footsteps coming near you; you held your breath and prayed that you would go quickly before flinching when a gentle hand came down on your head. 

You froze at the feeling of fingers stroking through your hair. A soft groan came from beside you nd you could feel a heat begin to wrap around you. You could’ve sworn that the thing chasing you had four legs and a very hairy body; however, when you slowly looked up, the thing in front of you was a large man with hardly any hair on his body. Your eyes took a quick sweep over his build, drifting down for a second before immediately looking at his face; he was very naked and you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t well hung.

“A-Are you going to kill me?” You asked, looking deep into his blue eyes that stared down at you curiously. You shook under his hand and he looked towards the large wound on your arm, guilt eating him alive. 

Jason shook his head at your question, pointing to your arm and moving to grab it. His eyes scanned over the scratch and he made a noise of distress and started to back away from you. His eyes told you that he was scared despite being covered in blood; he turned away from you, standing up and moving towards the doors that were hanging off the hinges. “Wait,” Your voice was weak as you stumbled up, making him pause and look back at you. Your eyes scanned his body and landed on a giant scars on his side; they matched yours. The hair on the back of your neck stood as you slowly neared him, “Is that why you turn into a monster?” 

Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly at your words but he slowly nodded in response. He pointed to your arm and you sucked in a breath, your heart hammering in your chest as everything started to connect. You were going to turn into some giant blood thirsty animal and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. “Oh my god,” Your legs shook and you braced yourself against the post of the bunkbed. “What do I do? How do I stop it? I don’t know anything about werewolves, I didn’t even believe in them until a few hours ago!” You panicked, tugging at your hair as Jason tensed in front of you. 

“Does it hurt when you turn? It sounds like it does, I need to call my friend she would-” You stopped talking as you remembered that your friend was laying in five different pieces outside. Your eyes snapped up to Jason’s and he blinked at your realization, his shoulders straightening as if already knowing you were going to fight him. “You did this.”

Jason’s eyes darkened at your words and he turned his back to you, walking outside with you hot on his heels. “You killed my friends and then had the audacity to scratch me?!” You yelled, watching his back muscles move beneath his pale skin as he continued to walk away from you. “You prick! You need to fix this!” Your voice hurt from how much crying and yelling you had been doing and you reached out, grabbing his arm roughly only to be shoved down to the ground, Jason standing above you, chest heaving with a slow burn anger in his eyes. 

The wet, leafy ground almost gave you a sense of comfort as you sobbed, everything falling apart around you. This was all supposed to be a fun vacation away from the stress of family, ex-boyfriend’s and jobs; and now you were the only one left. “Please,” You cried with your head in your hands. “Help me.” Jason groaned at your words, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face gently, forcing you to look at him. 

“I don’t know what to do.” You sniffled, finding comfort in the killer in front of you. However, you understood that you had been in his territory when he attacked your group; it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t control the wolf. The man before you let out a deep sigh before helping you up and taking you to his cabin to teach you everything he knew over the next few months; although neither of you prepared to fall for each other in that time.

You didn’t turn until a month in and you knew it hurt from the sounds of if, but you never thought it was that bad. Jason had grown used to the pain and he helped you through it, before, during and after. You stayed with Jason most of the time, occasionally leaving to check up on your family and other friends, remembering the good times with those who had passed. You couldn’t hold a grudge against Jason for what he did when the moon called to the beast, so you’d forgiven him rather quickly. 

You thought to yourself about how you could’ve ended up in a different situation than the one you were in when you woke up in the warmth of Jason’s embrace. You didn’t remember falling asleep or even getting back to the cabin since you’d been turned the night before. The dried blood on Jason’s body and yours made you panic, hoping you didn’t kill a human; Jason opened is eyes at your movements and he groaned at the sunlight blinding him from the window. “You like to hug in your sleep,” You laughed sheepishly as he jerked his arm off your body and moved away from you, getting out of the bed. 

Your cheeks reddened in knowing that you had both been naked together, but this has happened before and he still has yet to touch you in any inappropriate ways. You wouldn’t mind if he did though, you thought to yourself as your eyes raked over his large back and perfectly round ass, followed by thick thighs and strong legs. A heat between your legs made you bite your lip in annoyance, “Jason,” You called to him and he paused as he was about to leave the room. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” You smiled to him gently, seeing the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly. “Can you come back to bed? Just for a little bit?” You pleaded, watching him roll his eyes before obliging and moving under the covers, facing you. From there it all began with soft touches; his hand on your arm, tracing over the scars from is scratch marks. You caressed his cheek, moving your hand down to his arm, feeling the strong muscles move under the skin. His calloused fingers drifted towards your hip under the covers, pulling you closer against him and enjoying the way you shivered from the heat that came off his body. That hand of his moved to your thigh, bringing your leg up over his waist before moving up and down it, groping the flesh on your calf and then your rear. 

You sucked in a breath when his fingertips ghosted over your bare cunt, his hand freezing in place and his eyes finding yours with a sharp look in them. He wanted this more than anything, did you? Your walls clenched around nothing when his thumb barely grazed your clit as he waited for you to tell him that this was okay. It was okay; no matter how much you wanted to believe it wasn’t, or still deep down wished you could be living a normal life with your friends. You wanted this so bad you could feel every fiber of your being twitch with need, a fire burning low in your stomach that you knew would combust the second he actually touched you. “I think I’m okay with this.” You mumbled softly, your eyes focusing on his lips. 

“I am...okay with this.” You let out a shaky breath when he pulled you flush against him and pressed his lips to yours. Everything was hot; maybe more than it should’ve been but you welcomed the warmth with open arms as the man before you gave you the best experience of your life. You had to guide his hand to your soaking cunt, pressing his fingers into your hole, in order to satisfy the burn inside you. His teeth nipped at your skin, littering it with marks that only proved you were his; possessiveness was a trait you found attractive in the male, it didn’t help that it was amplified during a full moon. Curling his fingers inside you, you gripped his wrist as he moved his hand faster, aiming at a spot that had you seeing stars. 

Jason had been rutting against your leg, the heaviness of his cock along your leg made you wonder how much it would hurt when he put it inside you. He could sense your concern, he knew he wasn’t little by any means in general, nevertheless his member. Adding another finger to your wet pussy, he let out a breath when he felt your fingers touch the tip of his cock, spreading his precum along the shaft as he bucked his hips against your hand. Using his free hand, he tilted your face to his and kissed you deeply, enjoying the sounds of your moans as his thumb circled your clit. 

You couldn’t stop the rolling of your hips against his hand as he thrusted his fingers into you at a faster pace, the coil burning inside you so close to snapping. But it wasn’t enough. You didn’t want it to end like this. 

“Jason please, put it in,” You begged against his mouth, his eyes watching you closely. “I need it.” The pitifulness in your voice made him groan as he pulled his hand away from your throbbing pussy and turned you on your stomach. Circling an arm under your hips, he hoisted your ass in the air before aligning the bulbous head of his cock to your spasming cunt. He didn’t give you a second to breath before he was fully inside you, stretching your cunt wide. The feeling of your gummy walls encasing his cock nearly made him lose it as he began thrusting inside you at an animalistic pace. His teeth found purchase on the back of your neck, marking you once more, permanently as he fucked you into the mattress. 

You couldn’t form a single word as he made a mess out of you, your pussy drooling from the pace he was going and a ring of translucent white coating the base of his cock every time he pulled out. Your puffy pussy lips were coated in your cream as well as he made sure to rub at your hardened clit, growling at the way you tightened around his cock even more. Your hands gripped the fitted bedsheet tightly to try to gain some sort of composure but every little tap of his finger against your clit or the way the tip of his cock rammed into you so fast it hurt had your walls suckling him deeper. 

You winced when his teeth left your neck, his free hand coming up to touch the marks he’d made before he moved you once again. His teeth buzzed in need to mark you more as he turned you to face him, his cock sinking back into you with ease as he resumed his heavy pace. His eyes watched the way your breasts bounced with each rut of his hips and another growl formed in his chest at the though of them being swollen with milk for his child he wanted you to carry oh-so-badly. 

Pulling you close, he applied his weight to you carefully, feeling your legs wrap around his waist and your arms encircle his neck. His eyes found the junction between your neck and shoulder and before he could stop himself, he bit there, another mark that would make you his for life. Your moans and cries were music to his ears and at this point, all he wanted was to feel you gush around him. His thumb went back to your clit as his lips found yours and he moved as fast as he could. The bed was far from just creaking as it shook below the both of you, the headboard slamming against the wall as you felt that coil within you snap, your cunt sucking on his cock hard enough to make him pull out. With a few fast strokes, he finished on your stomach; his cum thick and warm, in a puddle on your bare skin. 

You both went quiet for a few seconds, staring at each other and catching your breath before you realized that there was no way you’d be satisfied with just one orgasm. Sitting up, you pulled him close to you by the back of his neck, his hands finding their place on your hips. “More.” You panted against his lips, feeling him kiss back and plunge his cock into you once again. 

[teddieh]

Jason Todd Boyfriend Hcs

Tehe, just some thoughts. I just dabbed lil itty bitty toe in DC. Hope ya’ll enjoy! Jason Todds bae, okay? Reader is Gender Neutral. Headcanons under the cut! 

Big daddy thickums

Ok fr

He's a sweet bf 

But you're dealing with a bit of a rowdy guy

But also a romantic

Buys you flowers the first date

Phat flirt. 

If he thinks you're cute he's going to tell you 

Smart and quick thinking but hates school. Still has secret Shakespeare book club meetings with Alfred. 

He also has a small collection of books based on politics, languages, and old literature. 

(Goes on language learning apps to make sure his German, Russian, French, Italian, etc is still up to date.) 

Still loves his cars. Has a car he works on when he's stressed. He's acquiring pieces and building it himself. It's his pride and joy (And named S.W.A after his mother, and Alfred). 

Motorcycle rides!!!!

He gets you a personalized helmet in your favorite color with your initials engraved.

Knows some of the best underground bar and clubbing scenes

Enjoys taking you out for burgers but likes to grab them and then drive off to a park somewhere quiet and eat with you. Usually a bit outside of the city.

Late night talks. But it takes him a while to open up. He's been through a lot in his life and he's lowkey afraid of getting hurt. 

Big softy though js.

Will be affectionate in public.

Hand in your backpocket type of guy. 

Arm around your shoulder type of guy. 

Will tug you in by the waist and give you that trademark grin with the piece of silver hair dangling over his eyes. 

He Knows he's kinda dreamy. Uses the charm on you to get what he wants (like a scalp massage or a shoulder rub. He wants to be pampered. He's going to do it back!!)

Pet names! Mostly doll, babe, princess / prince, sweetheart if he's trying to get on your nerves a little bit or to be a big whiny baby.

Protective. He's lost enough. If you don't know it already he teaches you some self defense. Kick his ass and he's 10x more in love with you though.

Hand to hand? BTW he teaches you how to use a gun if you don't know how to use one already. It's just a precaution. Guns are quicker and safer than hands due to distance. "Here, take this. Never know when you'll need it." (Its personalized)

Hot headed. Stubborn. Holds grudges. (Get this man some therapy, he needs it. Tbh, everyone does.)

He's got a smart mouth on him. He gets slick when he's angry and arguments can be quite hurtful if you're not careful.

Needs a bit of space after an argument. Needs to clear his head. Can try and calmly talk about it when he comes back though (it's probably not a good idea to push him on it).

Often comes home to your place red and blue, bruised and bleeding but grinning and with his stomach growling. 

"Hey babe! Got anything to eat? I'm tired." As if his cheek isn't swollen the size of a softball.

You roll your eyes and sit him down and tend to his bruises.

He realizes he's in love with you the first time you gently touch his scratched knuckles with an Q-tip and tell him it'll be quick. When you blow on the back of his fingers he's lost himself.

Or when he tunes back in to realize you're scolding him about being so damn stupid and not being more careful. 

He laughs, a deep rumble in his chest and he makes a joke of it. 

"If I wasn't bruised and broken, who'd ya have to fix, doll?" 

"My cat, dipshit! I don't want to clean up after the both of you. Be more careful, Jason." 

You gently wipe the grime from his eyebrow with your thumb and huff at him.

Oh yeah. He's a goner. 

Loves romantic comedies. Will watch them with you constantly. Or will beg you to watch them with him. 

Videogamer. Expect to have him in front of the TV on his Xbox or ps4 for at least a few hours of his downtime. 

He likes when he can lay his head on you and play though. Your company is important to him. Your presence.

This man. I Know. His thighs. It's hot.

Sorry y'all but we gotta talk about 'em.

At home he lounges around in tight T-shirts or those fitted workout shirts and sweatpants. Grey sweatpants. And hoodies with no shirts underneath.

Has several pairs of skinny jeans. Only one leather jacket but he's also got a blue jean jacket too. It's even got patches sewn into it. Stuff to remind him of things that make him happy. He may not take it out much but seeing you wear it fills him with pride. 

He has moments where he really misses his mother. Shiela. He gets gloomy during those days and sometimes the best thing you can do is stroke his hair and let him lean on you. 

Has PTSD from his death. Wakes up in a cold sweat and panting. Restless sleep sometimes. Your presence really helps him calm down and sleep easier through the night. 

He prefers to be the big spoon in bed but he can't deny he enjoys laying on your stomach or thighs when he gets the chance. 

The type of bf to poke at you a little. All in good fun. Like will pinch your butt or poke your cheek and tease you a lil bit.

Will share a milkshake with you at a Cafe and will not give a fuck who sees y'all. (You still go at night though)

He likes to draw circles into your skin with his fingers, or spell his name. Honestly, he enjoys touching you. It reminds him that you're real, and there, with him.

If he was younger he would spray your name on the wall of a subway station. He's not. 

Instead he does graffiti art for you in a sketchbook. (I hc that he does graffiti, yes) and he wants to make a mural one for your anniversary (so be on the lookout and stop asking him about the spray paint cans)

Wants to reconnect with his brothers but still has his issues with Bruce. (It's hard. But he's trying. He really is.)

Keeps in contact with Alfred and Dick on the DL. He and Dick still go out for drinks sometimes. 

When Jason introduced you, Dick was just really happy his brother found someone who loved him, and vice versa.

Washes the dishes when you cook. Is actually really good at baking bread because it's one of his favorite foods (carbs be damned)

Also really good at making chili (mostly because he likes to make homemade chili dogs.) 

Can also cook a mean burger. 

If you can cook a pot roast this boy will try and marry you. It's his favorite food. "Quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach babe, now I'm tryin' to get to yours."

Is a beer drinker. Has a decent alcohol tolerance. Might poke slight fun at you if you like mixed drinks (but steals sips when you're not looking.) 

Bake this boy an apple pie with the crust on top, please. Let him moan about how good it tastes and watch his body sink into the couch cushions. It's cute.

[randomly-a-fan]

Crystal Lake Swim

It was summer and it was very warm outside, so MJ and her daughter Malon decided to go over to the lake to go for a cool swim. MJ used to be a Special Olympian swimmer until all the exercising took out the fun in her. However, with Malon in her life, she is more than willing to swim with her daughter. She taught Malon how to swim at an early age, when she was only a year old, and now Malon is a pro at swimming, just like her mother was.

Jason however is not at all a good swimmer; since back in his childhood he was constantly bullied and got shoved into the lake and drowned. Of course, it doesn’t mean that he’s against the idea of his little girl swimming in the lake with her mom... Not again. 

***

[Six years ago]

Jason looked back at his flashback as he remembered the time when Malon was only a year old when his wife wanted to give Malon swimming lesson at an early age. Jason didn’t have a problem with that idea at first, since he thought she was going to teach his baby girl to swim in the tub. However, that wasn’t what MJ had in mind.

MJ put on her sunscreen and then put some sunscreen on Malon, who was giggling by how ticklish she was. “Is Mommy’s little angel ready to go swimming with mommy?” MJ asked her daughter as she was lifting her up. Malon didn’t say anything, she just made sloppy raspberries. MJ chuckled to her cuteness, even if it’s gross. Jason was out on his perimeter check so he doesn’t have any idea that his wife is taking their daughter out to the lake over by Crystal Lake. As Jason went into the house, it was quiet, where’s his wife and baby? Jason found the note on the fridge, where she usually puts her notes whenever she goes out whenever Jason was absent.

Me and Malon were just going over to Crystal Lake for a swim and teaching Malon how to swim, so don’t worry about us, we’ll be back. 

Love: MJ xoxo

After reading the part where MJ is going to give Malon swimming lesson in the lake got him petrified, so he ripped up the note and rushed out the door at his usual pace and head straight to Crystal Lake.

Meanwhile, MJ was getting Malon to become immune to the feeling of getting wet. When Malon first made contact with the water, she laughed and already made splashes with her feet. MJ laughed, “Malon likes the water, does she?” MJ asked hypothetically, then she heard Malon squeal that sounded like she said ‘yeah’. “Yeah... Yeah...” MJ repeated before she gave Malon multiple kisses. 

While MJ moved Malon around in the water while she was moving her arms and feet, Jason was looking out from the distance; he was worried about his daughter, until he sees that MJ was making sure that Malon doesn’t sink into the water and drown. He was going to leave until he saw that MJ ducked Malon into the water, which made Jason’s heart race. Without thinking twice, he rushed into the water without fear and walked towards MJ and Malon. Malon squealed excitedly when she first experienced having her face in the water. Until her dad came running towards them. “Hi honey, you’re coming in to join us?” MJ asked with a surprised smile, as she was amazed that Jason went into the water. Until he grabbed Malon and gently shoved MJ away so he can get Malon out of the water and take her home. MJ swam after Jason and got out of the water to catch up to him. “Jason, what are you doing? why you taking Malon away--” Jason quickly turned and stared at his wife angrily behind his mask; even though MJ couldn’t see his face, she can still sense it. Jason continued walking with Malon on his shoulder as she looked over and saw her mom getting smaller as her dad is walking farther away from her mom.

***

[Present]

Jason teared up when his flashback ended, until his smile was made from behind his mask when he saw his family waving happily at him. 

From a distance, Malon faced her mom. ��Mommy, how come daddy can’t swim?” Malon asked. “It’s because he never learned from when he was little, and because of that... he ended up drowning...” Then MJ frowned as she remembered six years ago how she wanted to teach Malon to swim at a young age, so Jason wouldn’t have to worry so much about his daughter being near water. “Because of what happened to your father when he was a kid, it made me want to give you swimming lesson at an early age... back when you were only fourteen months old...”

[Six years ago]

MJ was explaining to Malon how her dad was very worried about the fact that she was teaching his daughter to swim by the lake, and how he got very angry with her. 

The day after Jason’s rage against his wife, MJ looked out the window still feeling sad from the way Jason behaved on her. However, she’s not the only one feeling sad. As Jason was trying to make Malon laugh, she only made a sad impression with her bottom lip quivered. Jason decided to stop what he was doing and leave Malon be for awhile.

Jason went out and saw MJ sitting on her porch swing that he have made for her. Jason walked over and sat right next to her; MJ didn’t react much to Jason’s presence, since she’s still holding a grudge against him. Jason didn’t want MJ to be mad at him too, so he had to think of a solution. It was quiet for a moment until MJ decided to speak. “...Jay... I didn’t want to hold a grudge against you... I just feel hurt from the other day when you shoved me and grew anger onto me...” MJ explained. Jason nodded as he remembered the way he acted. He hugged his wife gently as he tears up from behind his mask, he took it off so she can see his guilt on his face. “Oh Jay, you don’t have to show me how guilty you are, I can tell how you’re feeling by feeling you against me.”

The two of them have a small conversation with MJ explaining why she wanted to teach Malon how to swim in the lake; the best time to teach a child to swim is at an early age when the baby’s brain develops. It took awhile for Jason to respond with a head nod or head shake, until finally he made a response with a nod. Jason gave MJ a final hug as she hugged him back and kissed him by the cheek.

So Jason decided to entrust MJ with Malon so she can teach Malon to swim. Malon immediately squealed with excitement after finding out that she’s going into the water again. As MJ was about to carry Malon to the lake, she looked back. “You want to come with us honey, and be our lifeguard?” MJ asked while Malon made a cute little gesture with her hand. Jason smiled as he couldn’t resist Malon’s gestures.

[Present] 

Just as the day was coming to an end, Malon wanted to swim over to her daddy at the docks to show him how good a swimmer she is. “She’s coming for you, love!” MJ called out to Jason. Jason kneeled down to pull Malon out of the water. “Did you see me daddy? I was swimming!” Malon said with excitement. Jason hugged his daughter tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck. MJ pulled herself out successfully and joined in the hug. “You’re such a wonderful father to Malon... and a wonderful husband to me too...” MJ complimented. Jason lifted his mask so he can kiss his wife. “Daddy... don’t I get a kiss too?” Malon asked. Jason made a silent chuckle before he gave his little girl a kiss too.    

[poepoe-thebunny]

Damien The Littlest Brother

Or: Stuff Damian does with his siblings.

Dick

Dick in some ways was another form of idolization for Damian. Damian was so very young when they first met, younger still when Ra's and the league sunk their teeth into his heart and tried their best to tear it to shreds. Dick's role, part sibling part guardian, was the first major form of stability Damian had. Little Damian had been born with the mythos of The Bat hanging overhead, and the hope of measuring up to first his grandfather's and then his father's standards had nearly broken him.

Like a lot of children Damian didn't necessarily understand or appreciate what Dick was trying to do for him until he was older. But just like other children Damian clung to the emotional support and care Dick gave him, the care he had so often been deprived of.

Damian wasn't necessarily there for the events that shaped Dick and the rest of their family, but he is growing up in the aftereffects of it. Dick chose to give Damian the love he deserved, Dick chose not to punish a child for the situation he was born into. But Dick isn't perfect. He loses his temper, he gets frustrated, he gets things wrong, he makes mistakes, he bleeds. Dick, at least initially, was real and human in a way Bruce wasn't to a little boy who already had his future decided for him.

While he may not admit it, Damian looks up to Dick because in a lot of ways Dick is a better person than most. Dick is a good man, a better man than Bruce in some ways. He shows Damian what a hero actually is, and that the concept of being a hero isn't tied to the suit. Dick shows Damian that he can and is a good person, that he can make those decisions for himself and that his own emotional needs are not anything to be ashamed of. Damian is a boy first, not a weapon.

So Damian leans into his affection. There are shared naps after patrol, and days out getting ice cream or going to the zoo. Damian wakes a tired Dick up with a pillow to the face, and pillow fights and laughter ensues. Dick comes along to the school showcases, where an embarrassed Damian has pictures and paintings of their family up for all to see. He never once mocks Damian's desires, instead listening with seriousness to every moment of Damian's vulnerability.

That's what sticks with Damian the most. That Dick wholeheartedly believes Damian is a good person, that Damian can be good and kind and soft. He sees Damian fumble with his cool demeanor, growing shy and embarrassed when chatting with students his own age. Damian knows the names of most of his classmates, takes down random details that shouldn't be important to a stranger "We're NOT friends Grayson," but Damian talks to the youngest students about animals, and how to properly hold puppies. Damian has lists of underfunded animal shelters and regularly sends them to Bruce and Tim when preparations for the Wayne Foundation charity events come up. Damian knows most of the officers in Bludhaven since he occasionally stops by with something for Dick, a late lunch or hot drink or Dick's spare clothes in case he needs out of his police uniform. After many coos, head pats and cheek pinches, Damian is occasionally "babysat" by some of them while Dick is out on patrol of the police variety. He does not realize how much he has charmed Dick's co-workers, talking about his pets or his brothers.

Dick is the kind of hero, the kind of person, Damian was told wasn't real. That heroes were childish nonsense, that mercy and love were weak. The concept that someone could love him, that he was deserving of love instead of being forced to earn it, was foreign. But Dick Grayson was all of that. So Damian puts up less and less of a fight over the silly pictures they take together. Dick buys books about animals, and Damian grudgingly wears the cute stupid animal ear headbands Dick buys him. While part of Damian knows he won't be, the part that viciously beats "heroes" and "love" and "ice cream" back with a vengeance, another part of Damian, a very small fragile part, thinks that maybe if he grew up becoming like Dick Grayson the Person (TM) it wouldn't be so bad. "Awww thanks Dami!"

Jason:

Next to Tim, the Cain Instincts are strongest with Jason. Jason is constantly ruffling his hair, calling him names, and sitting on him. Jason does not give a single iota of a damn for any sort of authority except Alfred. Jason is not afraid of Damian.

So when Damian latches onto Jason's neck ready to strangle him, he laughs like it's the best thing he's ever seen, and a wrestling match ensues. They bond over it, over the goading and the competition.

They bond over books too, over stories and musicals and words Damian shouldn't care about but he does. Damian says he's too old for fairy tales even though he never had them to begin with, never had stories told when tucked into bed unless it was for a harsh life lesson. And yet Damian will find books as gifts for Jason, and Jason will read them aloud after Damian annoys him by pressing his feet into Jason's side. He swears up and down that the exaggerated voices and accented narration from Jason are done purely to annoy him. Damian constantly interrupts him, always asking questions and Jason tells him to shut up and be patient, "learn to listen demon brat."

They watch Disney and Ghibli, Laika and Illumination, and after a very enlightening conversation with one Tim Drake, Jason introduces Damian to theater. From Antigone to Romeo and Juliet, from West Side Story to Hadestown to Heathers the Musical. Bruce has walked in on them recreating various iconic sword fights too many times to count, quoting lines while dressed in blanket robes and crowns made of craft feathers and stick on jewels. Alfred thorough enjoys their riveting performances.

Like a lion teaching his cubs through play, Jason teaches him that he's never too mature for anything and screw anyone else who doesn't like it. Jason teaches him fun in a way Damian never allowed himself to have before, to look past his mission, and do things for enjoyment. He teaches Damian defiance and rebellion, two very important things for him to learn even if it's only interrupting rude rich people and disagreeing with his father over whether he needs to attend another gala.

Damian and Jason have a strange relationship, and initially aren't quite sure how to act around one another. Such large parts of their identity and experiences were formed by an indirect overlapping influence. Jason's death and the effect it had on the family and how they treat Damian, Jason's time with the league and the lazarus pit. But at the same time they understand each other in a way some of their other siblings don't. The strength and struggle in establishing their independence and identity means that their grudging respect turns into fondness with time.

Tim:

It appears that Cain Instincts don't particularly care if one is related or not, given the sheer amount of times Tim and Damian are at each other's throats initially. But with time they settle and grow more comfortable with each other, the words turn from anger to a grumbly sort of discontent, like irritated puppy's more than anything.

They bond over pride. They bond over failure. The two aren't that different really. They've seen each other at their worst. Missions with too many close calls, where the knife wounds cut too close and the bullets bit to deep, when the snap of Gotham's jaw came to close to closing over them and the only thing saving Gotham's Rogues from the collective wrath of two angry Robin's was the weight of their family's morals.

They had to learn to trust each other. But they do.

The insults are more to fill the silence, partially affection and partially with the need to annoy. They watch reruns of Star Trek and play Legend of Zelda in pajama pants (Tim) and hoody's (Damian), half draped over each other with his feet in Tim's lap. When Damian couldn't find one to his satisfaction, he gifted Tim a new skateboard with his own hand drawn and painted design. He sends a video to the family group chat of him laughing when Tim faceplants.

They are the DEFINITION of annoying to each other. Damian chucks clothes at Tim to make him shower, they get into slap fights over breakfast, they sneer at each other's drinks. "With all the coffee it's no wonder you don't grow Drake," While handing a sick Tim herbal tea for his throat.

It's an underlying trust that rarely needs to be affirmed. But when it does Damian won't hesitate to let his opinion be known. Whether it be high school bullies mocking his gangly brother, reporters trying to pit the "blood son" against the "Boy CEO", or shady members of the Gotham elite with too much interest in his family and his company, Damian's blunt attitude comes back with a vengeance. There will be no Wayne Charm, no shop talk, no backhanded compliments, when Damian Wayne gets between them and his brother. It's "I trust my brother," and "No business with the likes of you," or even "When I said you two weren't on the same level, I meant that you were the incompetent one."

Tim always tries to scold him, tells him he shouldn't be petty, I can protect myself demon, but he smiles while he says it.

Stephanie

She teases him mercilessly, will smile sweetly while "blackmailing" him and challenges him to do things he has never done before. Damian won't admit he enjoys any of it even upon threat of death. She's loud, annoying, and demanding and unapologetically so and Damian is convinced she was dropped on her head as a child. Stephanie is his sister and he loves her as a younger brother would, hurling insults at each other while fighting over french fries drinking smoothies in some fast food restaurant at 2 in the afternoon on a day out.

What strikes him about Stephanie is that she demands respect because she knows on a fundamental level that she deserves it, that all of her hard work was her own and she knew she could do it even when everyone else thought she didn't belong. As he grows Damian comes not only to admire her, but finds this a very important lesson to learn for himself.

Stephanie pushes him, she encourages him even if it's hidden under mutually shared insults. On days where she "babysits him" (she does not, Damian tells himself he doesn't need a babysitter he doesn't) she's perfectly happy to work on their motorcycles together, or have random picnics in the park with bags of fast food, or challenge him to rounds of ping pong. They learn eventually that they make a very good team together. Either destroying Tim and Jason in video games, the occasional local ping pong or DDR tournament when visiting Gotham U, or spur of the moment plans in a night time fight. Stephanie is crazy enough to believe it will work, and Damian is crazy enough to believe Stephanie will follow.

Stephanie understands what it feels like to constantly have to justify yourself, to be told you can't measure up and that you're place isn't here, even though you know it is. To have the weight of your family's decisions hanging overhead for the judgment of others.

So they learn to love each other through healthy competition and teasing remarks. Stephanie shoos him off to "talk to kids your own age, don't be so serious!". It's normal, in some ways the closest to normal Damian has had in a long time. And though they won't say it out loud, it's nice to know someone else agrees that they are entitled to these moments of happiness, these moments they were stripped of and denied for so long. They believe in each other and their right to happiness. Damian will never doubt Stephanie's strength, as spoiler or Batgirl or robin or Stephanie, and in return she will never doubt him or his place in their family.

...

Even if that means trying to escape when she wants to play dress up. "I am not your doll Brown," "Fine fine, whatever you say short stack."

Cass:

The moments between Damian and Cass are silent, but if you believe nothing is said then you are entirely wrong. They speak to each other quite often even if they don't use words.

He watches her dance, and thinks she is so strong. Damian swears she could have been a princess in another life, if life had not sunk its fangs in and poisoned her with pain instead. Just as he would have been a prince. While he initially tried to hide it, Cass always knew he was there. Damian watches her. Damian hears her words, her joy and her tears, and puts it down on to charcoal and paper. I hear you, and he shows them to her, how her form litters his pages as she pats his head. There is, Damian thinks, a poetic irony in seeing something so dangerous create something so beautiful. She is art and deserves to be heard, and Damian is grateful that she hears him too. He lets her look at pages of charcoal and ink, at canvases of paint full of everything Damian can't put into words quite yet, and finds understanding.

But while he is a Wayne, he was an Al Ghul at one point and his mother gave him the training every prince should have, skills beyond his sword. So one day, as she stretches, he brings in a case and sets it down with a clunk. He tunes the strings and plays Tomaso Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor, as she watches him with eyes that understand far too much, eyes that say I know, I hear you baby brother. Damian almost wishes she didn't, partially due to the struggle of his own pride, but also because no one should ever have to understand that kind of pain.

Moments with Cass are quiet, but they are never silent. Cass teaches him understanding, helps teach him empathy. And while Damian knows he can never dance the way she can, he can play and sketch and paint and between them their secrets can no longer be secrets. Cass doesn't teach him how to feel ,no, he's always been too good at that. Instead she teaches him ways to coax them out when the words won't come, to look around him with the wonder he wasn't allowed to have before, to let him be defined by a different set of skills that shows he can create something beautiful too.

Duke:

Damien thinks Duke is "cool", like the kind of cool you see in movies and TV shows, the average teenage boys in jeans and sneakers who fight for the underdog and stand up to bullies in a 3-on-1 fight even if they know they won't win. There is a conviction in Duke that rivals Damian's own, and Damian can't help but admire someone willing to strike out on their own and do something when they felt others were failing.

Duke is "Chill" as Jason likes to say, he's low pressure and not pushy in a way that Damian appreciates. He's calm, not in the stoic way of some of the others, but in a way that doesn't put Damian out of his comfort zone with expectations.

Time spent with Duke often consists of puzzles and card games, or movies. Duke is very good at using Damian's own pride against him to "trick" him into playing, but together they do everything from DnD to Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters. It's relaxing.

Duke tells him about school and if Damian is having trouble with the more normal things of being a tween, like worrying whether other kids like him, or wearing something embarrasing, Duke brings him out of his own head. Duke plays along with his competitive nature, challenging him to races the few times they patrol together. He finds Damian outside drawing, and teaches him soccer. Other times they sit there together, Duke writing whatever comes to mind while Damian sketches. Damian gifts Duke a detailed portrait of himself; standing in the center of the crowded streets, body spliced into neat clockwork-style segments with patches of his Signal uniform, the red jacket from his time in the "We R Robin" crew, his sports uniforms, and casual clothing, the bright light of his powers bursting from within in a halo under the Gotham smog. He is Gotham's daylight protector, unique and gifted, and Damian respects that.

It's not easy, Damian is still young and cocky, still isn't very good at saying what he feels. But Duke sees right through his attempts to play it off, and it's always met with head pats and a "Whatever you say lil' D." Damian won't say it out loud but he thinks that the sheer conviction Duke has for doing what's right bleeds into every aspect of him, and that maybe with time it will do the same for himself. Damian admires his strength of will and determination, and the work Duke is willing to put in to get what he wants.

[ethelphantom]

Heart Fragile

We’re back at angst with day 21, Broken. Oops? Some description of violence and stabbing but I don’t think it’s too graphic…? Also, no one dies so don’t worry about that. I’m not paralysing anyone either, not this time anyway. There’s also way too much italicised text used.

Dedicated to @eat0crow​ mostly bc she said, when I mentioned what I was writing, that the idea was painful, so yeah, here we are. Basically, Crow, this was written while I was very much planning on digging the heart out of your chest with a spoon, tearing it to pieces and burning the remains. You’re welcome. I hope you like it though lol. 

The next one is all fluff and humour and happiness, I swear. Absolutely no angst in that one.

Ao3

This is Maribat – Don’t like; don’t read

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Even after all those years, she wasn’t able to stay on her feet too long, wasn’t able to use her lungs in their full capacity. The dagger that passed her chest and pierced even her lungs had made sure of it. Thankfully, the blade had missed her heart, even if only barely, because had that happened, she would have had much less chance of survival. Her chances would have gone from slim to none.

A complete collapsed lung, the stab wound itself, her barely missed heart and the every now and then reoccurring collapse of her left lung made sure she would never be able to fully recover to her original state from that day.

No one was sure how she survived either. By all likelihoods, she shouldn’t have, but she did. The help hadn’t arrived in time, her heart was only beating by some miracle when they got to her, and she’d lost too much blood, but somehow every single one of those things was still just early enough to make her survival a slim possibility.

There had not been a sight of the responsible one after that. Not a single one. No one else knew who it had been, no one but Marinette. She knew and knowing hurt because she had trusted that person with her life. Her protector had become her predator, nothing to explain why things had gone so left behind.

She still carried the bitter grudge from that day within her heart.

❋❋❋

A pained breath escaped Marinette’s lungs. “What… I— Jason? You— How could you?” Marinette gasped out, eyes wide as the one she loved pushed something sharp through her chest. It was slow, and the burning pain it caused was agonising. They were in the dark of the hallways of his father’s manor, but everyone else was gone for the night. They had made sure of it, together. No one would help her even if she screamed.

Was that why he’d wanted the manor empty…?

❋❋❋

It took her years to figure out how to go on. Tim and Dick were always there for her every step of the way, helping her adapt to life again. Tim especially, he was there as she had wanted to do something useful, and there wasn’t much she could after that injury and that day, so she was officially the main designer for a lot of things in the Wayne Enterprises. In reality, she helped the family her beloved had left behind, by looking at the cases they got and had, coming up with plans on how to solve them, helping them through the comms on the rare occasions they needed to go on site.

Tim and Bruce had taught her the art of detective work the most, and Dick had been there to teach her a little self-defence in case something happened. He had also been the one to teach her the most about police procedures.

What they didn’t know was that she used those skills they’d taught her to be able to find where Jason was, what had happened to him and what the hell he was doing now. The betrayal she now knew wasn’t for anything she would have approved of, nothing she could see as justification for his actions, and yet he’d done it anyway. The fire of her fury and bitterness and pain for what he had done to her burned brightly inside her, scorching everything in its way and burning it all to ashes, and Marinette knew she would need to find Jason and have him face the consequences before she could find peace again.

He needed to pay.

The family had their suspicions of what had happened as Jason and Marinette were supposed to be the only ones in the manor at the time, but as Marinette had not given them any confirmation, instead wanting to let them believe what they wanted, to let them hold onto the tiniest speck of hope it wasn’t what it looked like, they were not looking into it. At least, not as much as she did. They thought that maybe, just maybe there was still a reason as to why it had happened. Or maybe Jason hadn’t even done it in the first place.

Marinette would let them believe so until she had Jason to confess what he’d done to them and in front of the law.

❋❋❋

She would have collapsed on the ground right then and there, but there was a steady hand on the small of her back, supporting her as it lowered her on the ground gently, before the hand moved to press down on her upper chest and something hard was on her knees. The two weighs made sure she couldn’t get up or fight back. Instead, the whatever Jason had used stayed inside her, the sharp pain of it piercing all of her.

She could feel her warm blood start pooling around her, soaking her clothes and staining everything around her. The smell of blood was choking, the stench of iron invading all of the air.  

❋❋❋

It took Marinette two years and eleven months after the incident before he found any trace of Jason. He was hiding rather well, going on around the world with two other people. Marinette told no one where she was going, just told Tim she needed a short vacation since the anniversary of the night she lost Jason and was stabbed.

Tim had, as one might have guessed, granted her her leave, and even helped her pack. He did question where she was going, but after Marinette just shrugged and said she didn’t know, that she needed to just be because of the day, he let it be.

They both knew it was a lousy explanation but it worked regardless.

Marinette had bid Tim goodbye, though without him knowing, it might’ve truly been goodbye forever as she didn’t know how the trip would go. She had no idea. Anything could happen. She couldn’t trust Jason not to try to kill her again. After all, he had done it when she had had nothing against her, back when they were engaged. Who could tell for sure what he would do now that she was chasing him and trying to bring him in front of sweet justice, trying to drag him into the courtroom to be judged for the sins he’d committed.

And so, she set out on a journey.

❋❋❋

A look down confirmed what she’d been scared of. Jason had pushed a knife into her, into her chest. Her breathing fastened slowly, and the way her heartbeats echoed in her ears louder than ever before, faster than ever before, told her that he had managed to puncture her lung, too. His hands were coated in her blood, and she couldn’t get the sight out of her mind even when what she could see started soon swimming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had no other choice,” he murmured into her ear, pressing a light, barely-there kiss on her jaw. “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

❋❋❋

She ended up, after a month of chasing Jason and his merry band of outlaws — and how fitting was it that the day was the anniversary of the stabbing? Wouldn’t it be ironic if she got stabbed again by her once-beloved one? —, in Ecuador, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Montañita. It was a known town, on some level anyway, but it was small, and considering the reputation of “let’s party ‘til the morning” that the town had, a lot of people would not come there. Most people who still knew Marinette would most definitely not come there if they were trying to find her.

Jason, on the other hand.

Jason would come to a place like this, especially if he was taking a break of sorts.

It wasn’t like he could really come to Gotham anymore anyway.

Not after that.  

She had managed to get a ride there from someone in the town after explaining how she needed to see her acquaintance but couldn’t stay up too long since she’d been fatally stabbed a few years back, and she was definitely grateful for that little bit as she now stood in front of a huge, kind of intimidating warehouse.

Marinette took cautious steps, hesitating every step of the way. Her footfall sounded harsh, sounded heavy, but she wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not when she had finally gotten here, gotten this far.

The heavy doors of the warehouse stood sturdy before her, intimidating, but Marinette took a deep breath and pulled the doors open.

❋❋❋

Marinette bit her lip, to the point where her teeth drew blood. It’s not like it mattered when she was already lying in a pool of her own blood anyway. “None of what we had was ever real, now was it?”  she asked, a crack breaking her words. Her voice was desperate. Maybe he’d been forced to do it, maybe this was because otherwise, someone would kill someone from his family. Then she could understand, then she could forgive him. Even if it had been the goal from the beginning, she would forgive Jason if it was to save another human being, any other human being.

Jason just shook his head, smiling at her, even if the lines around his eyes told her that this was a smile full of sorrow. “No. None of it was ever real, but I wish it was. I truly do,” he whispered, twisting the blade even deeper. It drew a sharp, shallow gasp from Marinette’s lips before she coughed, staining the hand she’d brought to her mouth with blood.

❋❋❋

The darkness in the warehouse was scary. Marinette knew how to blend in with the shadows, but it wasn’t comfortable, so she stayed out of them as much as possible.

The problem was, she knew Jason knew how to do it as well. He could very well be hiding in them at the very moment.

The even bigger problem was, she had no idea whether his companions did.

That question got answered as she stepped inside a space that looked like people had been there only lately. She had only had a second of warning before someone much bigger than her jumped on her, the impact knocking her down and pushing the air out of her lungs. She was able to turn before hitting the floor completely, so they rolled around a few times, but the size of the other person ensured that she, in the end, ended up being the one with her back against the floor.

She felt how a hand moved to press down on her upper chest and something hard was on her knees. Her best guess, the other person’s knee and the rest of their leg. The two weighs made sure she couldn’t get up or fight back. The setting felt familiar as she struggled under the hold that was turning borderline painful.

The only differences were, the hand and the knee were pressing much harder than last time, and there was no blade in her chest. Thankfully.

A woman walked in from a room to their left, her brilliant, bright red, long hair touching the floor as she moved towards them.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” came the stern question — or well, it was an order but if Marinette thought of it as a question it was disguised as, she could ignore it more easily — from the redhead holding her, and wow, were all the people here redheads?

She shrugged as well as she could and kept scanning the space. The light in the space — wherever they were — had been turned on, probably by the woman as she’d walked in. It made figuring out what there was and where much easier. That gained her a punch (she dared to say it was light — surely this person could hit harder if he wanted to) and the hand on her chest pressed down even harder, which, in turn, made breathing difficult and had her coughing.

“Start talking. Hood wouldn’t want me to hurt a teenager if it can be avoided, but I’m not against doing it anyway if the need be.”

Marinette turned her eyes to the man before her eyes. A smirk grew on her face as she locked eyes with the man. He was familiar, she’d seen his face before. Tilting her head the slightest bit, she spoke directly to him. “Ooohh, you’re that guy,” she said, snorting. “I actually remember your face, though I’m not sure if he ever told me your name… Rob… Roni… Roly… No. That’s not it. Royce… A-ha! Roy! That was it!”

The shock colouring his face confirmed it, even if it was gone within moments.

“How did you—”

“And if you’re Roy, thanks for confirming it, by the way, that means you must be Kori. Not too nice to meet you, especially not in these conditions.”

“How do you know our names, kid?”

It seemed being thought of as a kid for a while longer would be a good idea if she wanted to get face to face with Jason, even for a moment. She knew they were his friends, they’d been friends back then too, but she had simply never met them so they didn’t recognise her. Yet, anyway.  

“Heard them from an acquaintance. So, who’s the Hood you mentioned? Where is he?”

Roy simply scowled, without saying anything, and instead produced a knife somewhere. Marinette swallowed, trying to hide it as much as she could, but then she saw Kori moving just a little too randomly in front of a specific door.

There he was.  

The time she would receive a payback for what he’d done was getting closer.

❋❋❋

“Why?”

A single word, desperate, sorrowful. Wishing for something, anything, that would justify what he did. What he was doing.

She never got an answer to that question.

❋❋❋

The knife in Roy’s hand crept closer to her, towards her throat.

Marinette could do nothing but laugh, even if it was slightly hysterical.

It shocked the two people present and startled them.

Marinette turned her head towards the door Kori was standing in front of and called out, “Hi Jay, such a lovely reunion this is! How have you been for the past three years? They all missed you. Would you believe if I said they still want to believe you innocent? They still want to believe you weren’t the one to hurt me!”

She wriggled under the hold a little more, tried to push Roy off of her, though with little success. “You going to have me properly finished off this time, Jay?” she asked, tears burning in her eyes as she had to remember the day she’d lost most of what she loved.

(“What… I— Jason? You— How could you?”)

“How cowardly do you have to be to not even show your face to me before making another person kill your ex-fiancée?”

(“None of it was ever real, but I wish it was.”)

The sharp gasp of Kori echoed in the space.

“It’s her.”

“Think you can’t take the life of someone who can’t even ever make a full recovery because of how long it took to get help, even with all those skills I know you have, or is it just that you can’t stomach killing the same person twice?”

“Jason’s going to flip once he—”

“Well, Jason? I know you’re there.”

(“I’m sorry, baby. I had no other choice.”)

The door behind Kori opened and she stepped aside.

❋❋❋

“It was inevitable, but if it makes it any better, I regretted having to do it every step of the way. Always since I—”

“Since you what?”

Another shake of the head. “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the line, I started to care about you. At some point, I fell in love with you.”

❋❋❋

The surprise Roy and Kori must have felt was enough for Marinette to be able to throw Roy off her. She stood up staggering, knowing that she needed support or a seat from somewhere if she wanted to be able to stay up for much longer.

Once the door was fully open and someone stepped out, Marinette swallowed as she was finally looking at Jason in the eye again, after so many years. For the first time since she had had to see him kill her.

“‘Nettie, I—”

“Don’t you dare ‘Nettie’ me! You left. You left me, you left Dick, you left Tim, Bruce, Damian, everyone, and not only that, but you tried to kill me. You don’t have the right anymore!”

The ‘you betrayed me and left me for dead but didn’t properly finish me off’ went unsaid. They both knew it was there anyway.

“What on Earth is worth betraying someone who loves you? Who loves you so much they would have done anything for you if you’d only asked? What on Earth, Jason?”

But Jason said nothing. He just shook his head. Just like back then.

“I’m sorry.”

“So you say.”

Jason walked closer to her, Marinette taking steps back automatically. She didn’t want to be so close, not when her last encounter with Jason had ended with a knife buried deep in her chest. The knife that had had no fingerprints when it had been checked, only her blood.

…Now that she thought about it, why had he left the knife there? He, like the rest of the family, knew well that if he’d taken it away, her chances of survival would have decreased significantly.

Jason just nodded, understanding. “It’s okay you don’t believe me. Didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.”

He didn’t stop moving towards her, and before long, she was back against the wall, unable to move further away. She resigned to her fate and lifted her chin, staring at Jason in the eye as he cornered her.

To her surprise, Jason dropped on his knees in front of her, making sure she was the one looking down at him and not the other way around. It seemed it was a surprise to Roy and Kori as well, judging by their faces and the jerking movement of their hands. Roy’s eyes had widened and Kori’s mouth had dropped open.

“I missed you, Marinette.”

She ignored the sting of pain that sentence sent through her.

“I did not miss you.”

A lie, if she’d ever heard one.

Jason just smiled at her sadly. “That’s fine, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.”

“It’s not a question of ‘want’, Jay. Jason. It’s a question of ‘can’. I can’t forgive you for the pain you caused me,” she said, forlorn, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I can’t imagine what you were going to gain for doing that.”

Jason reached up to wipe the tear away but Marinette slapped his hand away. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asked, even as he made sure not to touch her anymore.

“Just don’t.”

Don’t touch me.

Don’t be so gentle.

Don’t look like you’re hurting.

Don’t seem so repentant.

Don’t make me regret this.

Don’t remind me of all the things that had me love you.

Don’t make me miss you.

Don’t say you missed me.

Don’t look like you want me to forgive you.

Don’t pretend you think it’s okay I won’t.

Don’t make me fall in love with you all over again.

There was a lot the simple ‘don’t’ could be and was.

Marinette would never say them out loud.

Suddenly, a sharp pain went through her knees and she had to take support from the wall. It wasn’t enough. Jason must have noticed, because as soon as she was falling, there was a hand on the small of her back and another in her hand, supporting her weight, just like he had so many times, just like… On that day.

And just like back then, Jason helped her down on the floor so she wouldn’t hurt herself, though this time she got to sit. The contact was so gentle, and Marinette almost wanted to cry, because this was something she couldn’t have anymore. Especially not if she succeeded in what she wanted to do because that would mean he would go to prison for over a decade.

“Are you okay?” Jason started, but Marinette interrupted him before he could get further.

“No! This is your fault. I told you, I can’t make a full recovery. This is only part of that,” she snapped at him, only realising she’d tried to stand up when she fell back down. Marinette cursed under her breath as her head hit the wall behind her and the hit had her wince. Sadness crossed Jason’s face as he saw her struggle.

“Do you think I liked hurting you? I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to, baby. I didn’t want to do it, and this?” Jason gestured at Marinette’s collapsed form. “I didn’t want this to happen either.”

“What did you expect to happen when you stabbed me? In the lungs? You only barely missed my heart, and I’m willing to bet it was on purpose. I know you have an aim better than that. At least I wouldn’t be alive anymore if you’d done that, if you only had pulled the knife out of my chest before you left, I wouldn’t need to suffer from all of this!” She released a breath she’d been holding and let out a broken sob. Her voice barely above a whisper, Marinette continued. “I would have done anything for you, but you… You ruined all that.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” The question was spoken more softly than Mari had remembered Jason was capable of, but she recognised it immediately nonetheless. The same fond, soft tone of voice he used when she was hurt or sad. The same tone that had always comforted her. The same tone he had used when he apologised as he twisted the blade in her chest.

It hurt to hear it again.

She loved it so much, and yet she hated it more than anything. Before anything else, she wanted to hear Jason use it while speaking to her again. Before anything else, she wanted to ensure she never had to hear it directed at her ever again.

“I want you to answer for what you’ve done. Confess what you did, in front of the family, in front of the law, confirm what I already know true to them as well,” she told him. It was the truth, even if it hurt. “I want to make sure I don’t get hurt again.”

“Then, let me do that.”

Marinette’s eyes snapped at Jason from the floor just as Kori and Roy shouted something, yelling at Jason, telling him to stop being stupid. Marinette could only stare at him in shock.

“What?”

“I said, let me do it. I’ll come with you. I’ll plead guilty in court if you want to take me there.”

Why, after imagining bringing Jason in front of the law for so long, did it feel so wrong and horrible now? Now that she was there? Now that Jason was offering to give himself up?  Now that he was offering to turn himself in for her?

“You know just as well as I do that if that were to happen, you’d be imprisoned for at least a decade. How can you—”

“I know I don’t have much right to say it, but just like you don’t want to get hurt again, I don’t want you to hurt either,” Jason replied, standing up and looming over Marinette. On any other day, she would have flinched and been scared he would stab her again, but somehow all of this had her assured that he was not going to do anything she didn’t want, especially not to her. “I have hurt you enough as it is. I want you to believe I’m sorry. If that’s what it takes, then I will come with you.”

“I—”

“You don’t need to forgive me. All I want is for you to believe me when I say I regret what I did back then, I still do, and that I’m sorry.”

Roy and Kori tried to convince Jason that was a bad idea, what if they found out about everything else he’d done, what if they realised they could send him to the death row, but Jason just shushed them.

“It’s like you’ve already decided I’m going to die. Besides, this is ‘Nettie’s choice. No, sorry, Marinette’s. I hurt her. I meant to kill her. She’s the one that gets to choose. Bye you two, see you in like 15 years or so unless you wanna come to visit me.”

Then he offered a hand for her to grab on, which she, after hesitating for a second, took. Jason pulled her on her feet and let her use him as support if she needed it. “Do you need me to drive us to the airport?”

“I— you’d do that? Knowing where I want to take you? You’re not planning on stabbing me again, now are you?”

“No, I’m not, and yeah, yeah I would. Can you walk?”

Marinette huffed. “I’m not that helpless,” she spat, before adding, because she knew what Jason would ask next as he was already opening his mouth, “Yes, I can.”

As Jason was already walking to the doors, Marinette still stood there. “Are you not going to tell your friends proper goodbye?” she asked, frowning and tilting her head. “If this— if this goes like I’m planning for it to go, and if you’re not about to have them break you out, you won’t be seeing them for at least a decade, not much anyway. I don’t think it’s fair to leave them without as much as a bye, as you did with me, even if this goodbye involved much less blood and fewer near-death experiences.”

Jason turned around, surprised for a second, but then smiled at her. “Thank you,” he whispered as he went past her, so quiet even Marinette barely heard it. Marinette walked outside, waiting for Jason as she leant against the wall of the warehouse. The bright sunlight almost blinded her after the darkness that seemed to be the general setting of the warehouse.

Eventually, Jason emerged from inside, helped her to get on his motorbike, and then they were good to go. Considering the amount of money Marinette had, thanks to her job and relation to the Waynes, getting them plane tickets rather fast.

Somehow, Marinette ended up crying silent tears half the time Jason was asleep because she was no longer sure if she wanted this.

She would go through with it anyway.

She’d waited too long to stop now.

❋❋❋

Marinette could only stare into his eyes. She didn’t have the strength to do anything but that, and maybe close her eyes, but she needed to see Jason’s face, his eyes. She needed to.

“Did you truly? Then why? Or did you stop loving me? Was it all a lie when you told me you loved me only an hour ago?”

The tears that had threatened to spill from her eyes now flowed down her face. Jason wiped the tears from her eyes and pressed a kiss on her nose. “I— I did love you. I still do. Probably always will. I just… had no other choice. I’m sorry, baby. I hurt people, it’s all I’m good at.”

❋❋❋

The family was shocked, surprised, disappointed, sorrowful, when they heard what Jason had done, when they heard Jason himself confess what he’d done to Marinette, his then-fiancée. Or, well. It’s not like they ever actually broke off the engagement, not even between the two of them. Both still wore their engagement rings on the thin chains around their necks.

Bruce, Damian and Tim refused to shed tears at the trial and the hearing. Dick did not even hide it. Cass looked ready to cry but didn’t.

None of them tried to hide their sadness and disappointment about the events at the sentencing, but none of them would have ever tried to oppose or affect the punishment.

14 years in prison.

The entire sentencing, Marinette kept her chin up, ignored the burning tears in her eyes and the hollow emptiness in her chest as she watched Jason accept his sentence before glancing quickly at her and smiling.

Marinette sat as far from the rest of the family as she could the entirety of it, guilt eating at her.

She knew she shouldn’t. She was the one wronged, she was the one whose fiancé had betrayed her for god knows what and gotten nearly killed by the person she had trusted the most in the world.

Marinette stood up, and once everyone was silent, she spoke. “Excuse me, Your Honour, but may I talk with the defendant after this is over?”

Sighing, the judge looked at her like she’d gone crazy (Marinette wasn’t too convinced that wasn’t what had happened) before answering. “Alright, you may, you’re the plaintiff after all. There will be at least one officer watching over the exchange to ensure your safety, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Your Honour.”

❋❋❋

Marinette forced a sad smile on her face, even through her fury and the feelings of betrayal and sorrow, because she didn’t know how else she was supposed to react. “I guess—”, she coughed, more blood spilling from her mouth, “—this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” she asked, smiling through her pain, crying, her sight blurring with tears and the blood loss. Her eyes closed, now unable to keep them open. She could feel Jason stroking her cheek a little, as though in a gesture of comfort before he stood up and just, walked away from her.

❋❋❋

“I’m sorry again, baby.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Alright. I love you. Go live your life. Never feel guilty for starting again, if you even do feel guilty in the first place. I hope you don’t. Find a new partner if that makes you happy, destroy all my stuff if you haven’t already, yes, even the bike,” he told her. “You don’t need to worry about the others, they would never harm you, especially since I told them you’re untouchable.”

Marinette let the tears roll down her cheeks as she pressed her head into his chest. “Why do you try to ensure my safety after what you did?” she asked through her tears and felt Jason’s chained hands wipe her tears away. “I can’t stop loving you, and I hate it. I wanted— I wanted to—”

“It’s okay, baby. I understand.”

“All I wished was to live with you until death do us part but then—”

“Yeah, I know. I fucked up. I love you. I don’t blame you for any of this, it was my fault in the first place.”

Once their time was up, the officers took Jason away. Or well. Were about to, anyway.

“If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief,” Marinette whispered. She thought he hadn’t heard her, but then he smiled at her.

“I suppose, but I don’t regret meeting you, not aside from the fact it led me to nearly kill you. That’s all I regret. Smile with the sky. Let your smile bloom forth in a riot. For me, one last time. I don’t want to see you cry, not today. It’s supposed to be the day you’ll finally be in peace,” he told her. She forced a small smile on her face. “Here, at last, is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won’t see it often.”

She could recognise the words. Jason had read them to her once or twice before… everything. They were words he had told her when he proposed, and right now she wondered if he had already known he was going to soon do what he did already back then.

Perhaps.

That thought ate her alive, but so did Jason’s willingness to go through with this and the love she could still see in Jason’s eyes. She looked into Jason’s eyes and tried to keep the smile on her face even as she would have rather cried and collapsed on the spot, or maybe into Jason’s arms. And then again, she didn’t want to touch him ever again in her life.

As he walked past her, accompanied by the officers, he whispered one last thing to her.

“Thank you, for making sure I would pay for what I did to you, baby. Thank you for showing me you were still alive.”

It was only on that day that she was told Jason had called their family to save her. She finally understood why they so stubbornly had decided to believe Jason wasn’t to blame until now.

That night, Marinette cried herself to sleep.

❋❋❋

The burning, stinging pain in her chest faded and numbed as the surrounding world faded away as well. The only thing she could hear was the faraway voice of Jason, she heard it like she was underwater, but it was there.

“If you somehow by some miracle survive alive from this, make sure I will have to pay, have the law make me pay, ‘cause this happened for no reason you would ever consider noble. There’s nothing that could ever justify what I have done to you. I’m sorry.”

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