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To Kill The King Upon His Throne - Vampire Nightwing x Reader - DC Vs. Vampires Fanfiction - CHAPTER TWO

Rating: Mature

Content Warnings: Violence, character deaths, blood drinking, gore, blood, hunting (of humans), manipulation, discussion of past trauma and past character deaths, and use of sedative.

SPOILER WARNING:: Spoilers for all of DC vs. Vampires, but especially spoilers for Issue #6 - #10.

Both your movements were perfectly timed with the music in the background. He was a very skilled dancer, though this came as no surprise to you. You were by no means an expert in ballroom dancing, but you were not exactly clueless either. You had taken lessons in ballroom dancing years back, and while you had not continued with it and while it had never progressed past a simple hobby, you had learned a thing or two. Enough that you were able to keep up with his steps and movements. The gentle touch of his hand on the small of your back helped to guide you as well. You had been dancing for a couple minutes now, and yet time seemed much slower than that. It felt as though you had been dancing for an eternity. It was his eyes, you thought. Something in them… they made it feel as though you two were the only things that existed in the world, and it messed with your sense of reality. Sense of time. Sense of being. You tried to avoid looking into them for too long, switching your gaze between the floor and his eyes. You didn’t want him to be suspicious of you, so you knew you could not avoid his eyes entirely, but you could also not stand the dizzying effect those dazzling eyes held, so you had no choice but to try and divide your gaze evenly between the floor and him, and you just tried to focus on not losing yourself in his eyes. It was a trick, you thought. Or some sort of magic. Something was messing with your head. You weren’t sure what but all you had to do was ensure that you didn’t stare into them for too long. Just keep focusing on diverting your attention…

“You needn’t be so nervous,” he said to you with a chuckle. It seemed that your shifting focus had not gone unnoticed. However, from the amusement in his voice, it appeared that he did not think it was due to any attempts to avoid his… sorcery. No… he seemed to really believe it was nerves. “I understand why you might be, but really, there isn’t any need for it. Forget my title for a moment. Let us just be… two people enjoying each other’s company, shall we?” he asked you, and you decided to play to his ego. You offered him a shy smile and averted your gaze to the floor once more.

“That is most humble of you to say, my Lord, but such things are not so easily forgotten,” you responded. You nearly gagged forcing the words out of your mouth, but if you were going to try and ensnare this man, you knew that honey would be more effective than vinegar. Plus… everything about him screamed both drama and ego, so you were fairly positive that flattery would be an effective tactic here. Your words drew out a chuckle from him, and you would yourself involuntarily blushing. His laugh… it was a sweet sound. A charming one, even.

“No, I suppose they are not,” he laughed. He then flashed you that captivating smile once again. “But it is hardly fun to dance with one who will not stop averting my gaze. Don’t make me think I chose the wrong dance partner,” he told you with a wink, and a question bubbled to your mind.

“Why… why did you ask me to dance with you? I mean, there are plenty of other people here. Many of whom I am sure would love the chance to dance with you. So, why chose me?” you asked him, and he considered this for a moment before speaking.

“Well… if I am being honest… I chose to dance with you because I wanted a chance to talk,” he told you, and you raised your eyebrow at this.

“Talk, my Lord? About what?” you questioned. You shivered a little when he leaned in close to your ear to whisper his response.

“About why you are here, especially considering I’m fairly certain you don’t exactly belong here, do you?” he purred, and you froze. You could not keep a small whimper from passing through your lips.

“I… I’m not sure what you mean,” was all you could think to respond, and you cursed yourself for it. How did he know? Had… had you missed something? Was there some tell that you had failed to cover up? Some sign that you had missed that would give you away? Could he read your mind? No, that didn’t seem likely. If he could, why bother with asking you to dance? Why bother talking with you at all? So… what was it? It couldn’t be the scent thing, because then everyone would have noticed the moment you walked into the room. You hadn’t been cut on anything. Even if you hadn’t noticed the cut, all the vampires in the room certainly would have, and everyone would have known. But… but then what could it be?

“It was rather easy to tell, though I suppose there was no way for you to know that. I imagine you would have thought it would be easy to blend in. What, with the invitations bearing no name and all that,” he began, and you felt dread beginning to fill you. He pointed then to a woman standing in the corner of the room. She was dressed in a flowing crimson and gold gown and had a tiara on her head. You gasped when you recognized her. Wonder Woman. Formally of the Justice League… and now, it seemed, a victim of the vampire curse. “Diana is one of my closest confidants and my head of security. She is the one who assists with most of these events, though, I swear, she enjoys these things more than I do,” he told you with a chuckle, and you wondered if this introduction to her was a thinly veiled threat. “A number of the people here tonight are my close companions. People who have helped me with… well… my success. I am quite close with all of them. I owe them so much, so it is only natural I be close with them. As for the others… while the invitations do not bear any names upon them… I do happen to know exactly who is going to be coming to these events. It is a very exclusive venue, after all. So… though I might not be friends with everyone here, I do know most of the faces as they are regulars… or people I have selected or approved to be here tonight. You… on the other hand…” he said before brushing a hand along the side of your face, “you are not someone I recognize. I don’t remember selecting you, nor do I remember any of my companions asking me to extend an invitation to you. So… that must mean that you somehow obtained an invitation without my permission and got in here tonight,” he explained, and you swallowed hard.

You remembered the vampire whose invitation you had stolen. You remembered how he had been bragging to his friend about being invited. You remembered him telling you that only certain people had been invited to attend the masquerade balls and that the invitations were very exclusive. You had known all of this. But he had also told you that no one knew why in particular people were chosen and that no one was sure exactly how the selection process was done. So… so you’d had no way to know that when he said it was exclusive, he meant really, really, exclusive. Handpicked or approved by the Vampire King himself level exclusive. And you had walked right in there, thinking that holding the invitation itself would be enough to waive any suspicion regarding your position at the ball. You hadn’t even entertained the possibility that perhaps the invitations were sent to those chosen specifically by the King and his inner circle.

“I wasn’t sure why you would do such a thing. After all, what was there to gain from crashing my party?” his voice broke the silence and you winced at the sound of it. “You could have simply been looking for some way to spend your time. A party to attend. But this is hardly the easiest place to get into, and even if you overheard how lavish the parties are… is it really worth the risk? So, simple entertainment is likely out of the question. What then? What would possibly be motive enough for you to risk being caught breaking into a party hosted by the Vampire King himself?” he posed, and you swore you could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your chest. You waited for him to continue speaking and surely enough, he did. “I pondered this from the moment you walked in. And then it hit me. Why would someone sneak into this party? Simple. Networking,” he explained, and you could have wept at this. He thought you were networking! Thought you were here to mingle and rub elbows with the inner circle of the Vampire King! Oh, well, that was a relief! “I know many here only attend these events either to avoid risking upsetting the royalty, or to network, with the majority being part of the latter, so I suppose I should not be surprised. Still though… you are the first to actually steal an invitation. I must admit, I am impressed,” he told you with a chuckle, and you sighed. You tried to make it sound like a sigh of disappointment.

“I apologize, my King. I meant no disrespect. I merely heard on the streets that this venue was one where a vampire could come to…” you tried to recall what the vampire whose invitation you had taken had told his associate about the party and how it could improve social status, and then stole his words, “to help them raise in terms of their power and status. So… yes… I did take the invitation. As I said, I did not mean to offend you. I merely… it is… it is difficult for a vampire out there when one has no status or power to their name. I thought that, by coming here, perhaps I could… turn things around,” you lied, putting on the best performance you could. It seemed to work, and though your explanation had not drawn any sympathy from him, he didn’t appear as though he was going to kill you either. Instead, he just let out a deep sigh.

“I suppose I should have expected that,” he said, and you raised your eyebrow at this.

“Pardon?” you asked, unsure why that would have been the case. You weren’t sure what you’d expected but… you didn’t expect his face to suddenly fall, and his hands to tremble.

“You are the first to sneak into the party in order to try and gain power and status, and I give you credit for that because… well… not everyone would have the guts to pull off, or attempt to pull off such a little stunt. But you are hardly the first to attend these events because of it. In fact… as I said… most people here are only here for that reason. It isn’t only that though. Most people in my life now are only around me because they think it will benefit them in some way. There are a few who are close to me because… well, they wish to be… most are only around me because of the power and perks of being associated closely with the Vampire King,” he told you, and the way he spoke… it betrayed his anger and sadness at the reality of the nature of his relationships. “Everyone has something they want from me. Whether it is protection, wealth, status, or power. Access to more… interesting hunting grounds or just freedom to be a bit more chaotic than the rules would typically allow for. Even those here out of loyalty are only loyal to me because I am their king. They don’t care about the person behind the title – only the title,” he continued on. You looked down.

“It… it must be lonely,” you whispered. You understood that loneliness. You were doing fine on your own. You knew that. You were a good hunter. A great one, even. You were surviving but… you weren’t living. You missed companionship. You hadn’t realized how much until you had heard him speaking but… you did miss it. And you could he did too. Not only from his words… but from the far-off look in those dazzling eyes of his.

“It is. More than you could know,” he softly spoke. “But… it is a pain I’m used to; I suppose. It wasn’t as though this didn’t happen before,” he grumbled, and you tilted your head at this.

It occurred to you then that, despite the time you had put into getting to this moment… despite the dedication you had had for taking down the Vampire King… you actually knew very little about him. You had no idea who he was, as you’d only really heard about him in whispers. You assumed from him calling Wonder Woman “Diana” that he must have been close – or at least somewhat close – to the Justice League, but… who was he? The mask certainly wasn’t helping either, as you could not make out any distinct facial features that could clue you in to who he was. Luckily, you didn’t have to play detective to figure it out, as he was apparently more than willing to share.

“I used to be a hero. Not a superhero… just… a… a hero. I guess. I worked with one of the Justice League members. He took me in when I was young… raised me to be his apprentice. He was… strict. Really strict. I always used to think it was because he wanted me to be safe. Because he wanted me to be protected when I was out on patrol… but now I wonder sometimes if it was because he just wanted to ensure I was his perfect copy. Able to do all the things he was… cause if I was going to be his legacy… then I’d better be a good one, right? Sometimes I think that is all he wanted from me. Just… a legacy,” he shared. You frowned.

“You said he took you in when you were young though. He… he must have cared if he did something like that, right?” you countered, and he laughed sadly.

“You’d think so… but here’s the thing: he gave me a roof over my head, food to eat, and a bed to sleep in, but never actually adopted me. I was nine when… when my parents died…” he began, pausing for a moment. His voice cracked slightly when he mentioned the death of his parents. He did not cry though. No tears fell from those bewitching eyes, and you knew it wasn’t because he couldn’t cry. He forced back the tears, you knew, with all the expertise of someone who had been doing it for tears. Someone who had taught themselves since they were young not to show any fears… or sadness… or emotions. “They were good people, my parents. Loving people. They died in an accident. I was there. Saw the whole thing,” he continued on, and your heart broke for him. You couldn’t imagine what that was like. Someone so young… seeing their parents die…

“I… I’m so sorry,” you quietly interrupted, and he nodded in appreciation.

“It was a long time ago. I… I was devasted. Still am. Then Br… then he came into my life. Offered me a place to stay. A home… which began to feel more like a training camp,” he continued on. He paused again, and then resumed, “I fear I’m painting too cruel a picture of him. He wasn’t a bad man. At least, not to me. Not really. He was simply… cold. He didn’t know how to… be there for a child. He knew how to take care of a child, but not be there for one. Not love them or comfort them. I think it was because he never really had that. He lost his parents when he was young, you see. And I wonder often if that is why he took me in. Because he was something in me that reminded him of himself. That makes it worse though… because it means that he always expected me to be him. Not only in our roles as heroes but also when it came to the sort of man I became,” he shared with you, and during this entire part of his tale, his eyes never left the ground as you two danced. “When I was his apprentice… everyone only saw me as that. His “sidekick”. That was all I was. I had a role to play, and I learned to play it well. And it was an important one. I helped people. Saved people. But… at the same time… I was so young. Just a kid, you know? I never got a childhood. Just the cape and the crusade. It was only when I got older that I even knew to mourn it. And… I did. But I couldn’t exactly quit. Not only because I knew it would disappoint him but… because the life was all I knew,” he told you in a hushed voice.

“I…” you started to say, but you weren’t sure what to respond to that. After a moment, you decided to say nothing and just let him continue.

“I left the name behind. The one he gave me when I was his apprentice. I took up a new one. Thought that would change things. But… it didn’t. People just saw me as that. Expected that hero instead of the other one. But still expected a hero. I wasn’t allowed breaks. Wasn’t allowed to make mistakes because people depended on me. I would go out with people cheering for me as I swung by from roof to roof, and I’d wave, and they’d yell in support for me. Then I’d go home and… I would be alone. Entirely alone. So many people out there, supporting the title but… not me. No one knew me. I was so alone. The man who had taken me in… he took in another boy… and then… that boy died…” he explained, and you drew in a sharp breath.

“I… my gosh…” you breathed, and he nodded.

“The man who took us both in took it really hard. Got… cold. Closed himself off. I… I… he was hurting. He blamed himself. I get that but… he… I needed… I was hurting too. I lost a brother when the boy died. And… and no one was there to comfort me. I had to comfort him. And I get it, like I said but… I just… wanted someone there to hold me while… while I cried, as I did for him. But there was no one. And then another boy came into the picture. Smart kid. The man who took me in took him on as an apprentice… and I was thrown to the wayside. Like a tool that was no longer useful… and I guess that was what I was. What we all were.”

“The boy who died came back a little while later. Well, came back into our lives. He… magic, you know? And you’d think the man would have done everything he could to keep him close after losing him and getting a second chance… but he didn’t. See, the thing that brought the boy back… it… messed with his head. Left him angry and hurting. He… did some things that were very against the rules, and our old man… he pushed the boy away because of it. I never understood that. I was so happy that the boy was back. My brother… who I thought was gone forever… he was back… we had a second chance… and our “father” was just so willing to throw it away. Throw him away. And then his son showed up… biological son this time. There was always such competition between all of us. I sometimes think that… if he’d… if he’d paid more attention to us… or bothered to make us feel like family… then perhaps… perhaps there wouldn’t have been. I think I got the best of it. I was the first… and even though it meant I was jealous of all the others because they were… because slowly over time he paid more attention to them than me… I learned that it was just how he worked. Always focusing on the one who was newest… and then forgetting them. The others… saw me as either something to live up to or this unreachable standard that they were being forced to live up to. The first of the name. It wasn’t like I was perfect… but I think… he just expected we’d each be better than the last, so he pushed us harder and harder… and we resented each other for that because… it was easier than resenting him. And because… he was our father. And we loved him. And we wanted his respect, approval, admiration, and affection. And he did love us, but he was never the best at showing it. And so, most of the others began to assume, I think, it was because he loved the others more… but the truth was he was just as bad at sharing his emotions with any given one of us as he was with the rest.”

“But that didn’t take away the competition. The need. To be the best. Always trying to be the best. Be the most useful and helpful. The best tool in the machine… so you didn’t get thrown out. So… I got used to it. To being… useful. Replaced that with being loved. But it… the hole in your heart… the loneliness… it doesn’t go away. You might tell yourself it does. You might lie to yourself and tell yourself that you are fine with it but… deep down… it kills you. Knowing that all people want from you is your usefulness. What you can do for them, and not who you are. The title and the role are all that matter. Well, that, and what they can get from you due to your title and role. It was like that when I was Robin. It was like that when I was Nightwing. It was like that as Bruce’s… apprentice because I was never really his son. And it is like that now, with my role as the Vampire King all but ensuring that all anyone ever sees me as is a means to an end,” he finished with a long sigh, and your eyes widened.

“You… are Nightwing?!” you gasped out, and he blinked in surprise before laughing.

“Oh, right, I sometimes forget that not everyone knows that Nightwing and the Vampire King are in the same. But yes, I am Nightwing. Or, well, I was Nightwing,” he confessed, and your jaw dropped. The Vampire King was the former protector of Gotham?! Previous sidekick to Batman?! How… how was that even possible? He was a hero! He saved people! The Vampire King wasn’t even anything remotely close to that! He was a monster! He killed people! Hurt people!

“I… never would have guessed that,” was all you could think to reply, and he shrugged at this.

“I suppose it is not the obvious connection. Most people assumed the Vampire King was one of the supervillains of Gotham who had managed to get enough connections to turn the League. I’d probably assume the same if it wasn’t for, well, the obvious,” he replied.

“Could… could I ask you a question?” you queried, and he nodded.

“Of course. Ask whatever you would like to,” he permitted.

“W… why? Why do all of this? I mean… you were… you worked with Batman. And the Justice League. Why… what made you want to do all of this?” you asked him.

“What the hell went so wrong with you that you would think it was a good idea to take over the same world you were supposed to protect?” is what you really meant, but you figured it would be best to phrase it in a manner that was… a bit less direct. After all, you were still pretending to be a vampire, and you suspected that many vampires wouldn’t exactly be of the same mindset you were when it came to his actions. However, you figured that it was a safe enough bet that some of them would be curious about his change of heart, so you viewed asking as a risk you were willing to take. Nightwing hesitated before answering, thinking his answer over. When he was ready, he spoke.

“I… I wanted to change the world. I know it sounds cliché but… I did. Living in Gotham… you see the worst of the worst of humanity. People who do horrible things to others just because they can, or because they are bored. The people in charge don’t care, or worse, work with those people. Corruption is so rampant that honestly… it is hard to see an end to the violence and pain. I… when I became the Vampire King and realized that I could make the other vampires follow my commands, I thought this was finally my chance to try and… reset things. Make a better world. That was the goal, anyhow…” he answered, and you raised an eyebrow at this.

“The goal?” you asked, and he nodded again.

“It is pretty obvious the world isn’t great for both humans and vampires. I… when I started out… that wasn’t the plan. I wanted a world where humans and vampires could co-exist together. But… no one warns you; you know? About the thirst… the hunger. It blinds you. Makes you see people are just… food. Makes you vicious. Bloodthirsty. Power-hungry. Someone… someone better than I would maybe have been able to fight it. Resist it. No, not might have. I know someone who did. He… he’s more or less like the kid I used to know. Granted, he was pretty feral before but… he fights. For justice. For vengeance. For… his family…” The way he spoke led you to believe that whoever he was talking about, it was someone who he had been close to. Someone he had been fond of, even. “But I wasn’t strong enough. I let it corrupt me. I should… I should have been stronger, but I wasn’t, and I failed. I failed and now it is too late to go back. See, power and title don’t equal immunity, and now that I’m seen as this ruthless king… if I go back… they will kill me. Someone will kill me and take my place as ruler of the vampires the moment I show any weakness or any hesitation. And I have no idea if they will be worse than I am. Maybe they won’t. Perhaps they would be better than I am, but perhaps they might be worse. I have no way to tell. But… it is too late for me. Too late for me to change anything. I am damned, and that is the truth,” he confessed, and you saw that look from before. The tired, pained look of one who would be sobbing right now if he hadn’t taught himself so long ago to hide such emotions from the world.

You… you had no idea what to say to this. When you had arrived here, you would have assumed that the man you would be facing, the man you would be trying to take down, would have been a monster. Someone who held no remorse for their actions. Someone who you would hate immediately when speaking with. Someone who was beyond redemption, whose only goals in the world were gaining power and wealth, or who took sick glee in hurting others. You thought he would be like the monsters of fables and stories. Mean, cruel, and nasty. Someone who is insufferable to be around. Someone who, if you weren’t there specifically to kill, you would avoid at all costs. But…

But he wasn’t like that at all.

He was charming, witty, and pleasant to be around. He was sincere and honest. He’d opened up about all of that personal stuff. His past and his insecurities. He was so… in tune with his emotions. He was smart too. He’d figured you out… well… somewhat. He had known pretty quickly that you weren’t supposed to be there, and while he hadn’t figured out exactly what your intentions were, he had come up with a pretty logical reason for you being there. And even though he knew you had stolen an invitation and snuck into the party, he had let you stay. He could have called for his guards to have you escorted out. Could have told everyone that you were not invited to the party in an attempt to single you out. He could have even told them to kill you. But he hadn’t done any of those things, instead choosing to continue dancing with you and talking with you. No, he wasn’t like you pictured at all.

Which made things very complicated when it came to your plan. He had still done so many awful things. He might have started out with good intentions, but he had said it himself: he let the bloodlust and power corrupt him. How many had died because of vampires under his command? But… at the same time… perhaps he didn’t know? Perhaps he wasn’t aware how bad things truly were out that? The man before you didn’t seem like the type who would just overlook all that. When he was talking about wanting a better world, he sounded sincere. Sounded like he really did want that. So, perhaps he really wasn’t as aware of the state of the world as you thought? You knew that Gotham had been chosen as a hunting ground because it was where the Vampire King resided but… perhaps he didn’t know that? Maybe he didn’t know about the blood farms. It was possible his people were lying to him, or at least not telling him the full story about how bad things were in the world for humans. If that was the case…

Then maybe you could work with him. Maybe you didn’t have to kill him. If he was willing to work with you to make a new world – a better world – that worked for both humans and vampires, then maybe there was a way to fix the world without more bloodshed. And there had been so, so much bloodshed. So much loss. So much suffering. But maybe the war didn’t have to end in more of it. Maybe you could convince him there was still a better way. There was still hope. He said that he thought it was too late for himself, but maybe it wasn’t? As long as he still wanted to better the world, which it seems like he did from how he was talking, then perhaps there was hope! A small sliver, perhaps. You weren’t even sure it was there. Maybe you were just seeing something that wasn’t there. Maybe his charm was getting to you more than you cared to admit, no matter how much you told yourself you weren’t falling for it. But… there was a chance, wasn’t there? A chance that he did still want that bright future he had talked about before?

And wasn’t it worth a shot bringing up the idea? You wouldn’t even have to reveal that you were human. At least, not at first. You could tell him you are just passionate about the issue despite being a vampire. Or even tell him you have friends that are human who you want to protect. He did say there were vampires who had fought their thirst and had kept their previous way of life. You could pretend to be one of those vampires. It would be difficult, sure. There was the challenge of having to keep up the appearance of being a vampire, and then the added difficulty of not getting found out by any other vampires in the area. Not only that, but if everyone was drinking blood and you were offered some, you would have to find some way to excuse that. But you could always say you are shy about drinking due to your more human side. You could even make up some tale about having embarrassing drinking habits. There were plenty of ways around it. And yes, it was risky, but so too had been your original plan of trying to kill the Vampire King! There wasn’t really a plan in this situation that didn’t involve some sort of risk. You are living in a world full of vampires! Just existing carried its own set of risks! But some of those risks had to be worth taking, right? Especially if you wanted to change the world. So… maybe… maybe this was one of those risks?

“Ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

His voice startled you back to reality and you blushed deeply. You weren’t sure how long you had been staring off for, but clearly, it was long enough that he had taken notice. You bowed your head in a silent apology.

“Not at all. I just… was not expecting all of that, my King,” you began, before worrying that that might come across the wrong way, so you added a quick, “But I appreciate your honesty, and am honored that you would share such things with me.”

“Well, I appreciate you taking the time to listen. Not many would. Well… they would, but only because I am their king, and even then, they wouldn’t listen. Not really. But thank you for actually hearing me,” he acknowledged, and you found yourself smiling at him. But unlike before, this was a real smile. A fully genuine smile.

“It is my pleasure,” you told him, and you meant it. He smiled at you, but then frowned suddenly.

“The song is nearly over… shame. I did rather enjoy talking with you. It was… unexpected, but lovely all the same,” he said.

“The song is nearly over… he will be going off to dance with someone else or do something else… this is it. It is now or never. Ask him or don’t…” you thought to yourself. You drew in a deep breath for confidence and then spoke.

“My King… if I may... would it be possible for us to meet somewhere more private later on?” you blurted out, and his eyes widened. A mischievous smirk then appeared upon his face.

“My, my! That is rather… forward of you. Not that I don’t enjoy your company, and not that this wasn’t a lovely little chat, and not that you are not lovely yourself. I am very flattered but… well… we hardly know one another,” he responded. You furrowed your brows at this, unsure what he meant. Until a moment later it hit you and you gasped.

“Oh my gosh! I hadn’t meant… that!” you stammered out, and he laughed. “I just… something you said… I wanted to discuss it further. I… I had an idea… and I think maybe… we could help each other out,” you tried to explain, and he snickered.

“You really need to watch your phrasing, darling. It still does sound like you are trying to seduce me,” he informed you, and this earned a groan from you.

“I… that… that is not my intention,” you murmured, and you heard him laugh again.

“Oh, I can tell. I doubt you’d be getting this flustered if it was,” he chuckled, and you were tempted to roll your eyes.

“I really do just want to talk about something,” you assured him, and he smiled softly at you.

“Then talk we shall,” he promised, and you could not help the fluttering of your heart as he said this. You heard the song which was playing previously come to an end, and the room fell silent aside from a few murmurs and whispers. “I have to do something quickly. Public appearances and all that. But I promise, after that, I am all yours,” he whispered to you, and you did not miss the wink he shot your way as he walked off.

The Vampire King – Nightwing – strolled back up to his previous position at the top of the stairs. He was looking down at everyone in the ballroom, and all eyes were on him. A waiter walked up to him and handed him a glass. It looked to be filled with a dark red liquid you could only assume was blood. Nightwing nodded at the waiter, and the man was turning to leave when suddenly, Nightwing placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. He leaned close and began whispering something. You could not hear what they were saying due to the distance, but you saw the waiter nodding every so often. Eventually, the two finished talking, and then the waiter bowed. He then rushed off into a corridor and you lost sight of him.

“Welcome, everyone! Thank you all for being here today! I’m so happy to see everyone! You all look marvelous!” Nightwing called from the stairs, and the room erupted in applause. “As you know, these galas are very special to me. As your king, it does me a great disservice when I am not able to interact with all of you, and so it brings me so much joy to be able to host these events. To talk with you all. To not only hear your stories and successes, but any complaints which you may wish to voice. After all, a great leader listens. A great leader learns. And I want to be a great leader for you all,” he announced.

“You are!” shouted a random vampire from in the room, and this earned a laugh from a few people. It seemed like a surprised laugh more than anything. Nightwing’s laugh though… that was genuine. It was a laugh of amusement and of one who was clearly flattered, if not a bit flustered too.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he chuckled. He then fell silent, and so did the entire room. “But in all seriousness, I truly do appreciate all of you who came here tonight. You could have been anywhere else, but you chose to be here, and so, I’d like to offer you all a little treat…” he began before snapping his fingers. You saw the figure from earlier walking over to him with an empty wine glass in hand. He handed it to Nightwing before bowing and disappearing once again. “But before then, a toast! A toast to you all! To us! To our success and to our future! I would not be here if it was not for the love, generosity, and support that you have all shown me, so thank you all again!” he cheered, and the entire room erupted once more in applause. Everyone’s eyes were glued to him, and you suspected that, like yourself, many were waiting to see what the aforementioned “treat” was.

You did not have to wait long, for the figure from before re-entered the room and walked over to whisper something to Nightwing, who nodded and motioned a “bring it here”. The figure then clapped, and two other vampires who you did not recognize walked into the room. You heard the sound of echoing footsteps following those two and tilted your head in confusion. What was he planning? What required… what… five people? Five people for one surprise thing? Originally, you had thought that he was planning on serving some special drink or something of the sort, but you didn’t see any glasses in the hands of the other servers. Only Nightwing himself was holding a glass, so that theory was out. So, what was it?

That was when the other two figures entered the room… dragging between them a captive human who was bound at their ankles and wrists. The hostage was openly sobbing and whimpering, with waterfalls of tears streaming down their face. Dried blood was crusting around the ropes that were binding them, and you could tell that it was from a struggle. They’d been trying to fight the restraints. Trying to get out. How long had they been like that? It had to be a considerable length of time for the blood to pool and then dry… you couldn’t even imagine. You could only watch in horror as the sobbing figure was dragged towards Nightwing, who set the glass down on the floor and walked over to them, stroking their hair gently and cooing to try and calm them, as one might do to a frightened puppy. And then…

In a single, swift motion, he plunged a sharp fingernail into their throat.

Blood squirted from the wound like a leak in a dam, all of it seemingly rushing to get free through the newly opened passageway. The hostage’s eyes were wide, and they were trying to scream, but no sound could escape due to the damage to their vocal cords. They were fighting hard against their restraints but to no avail. All it did was open the old wounds on their wrists, allowing blood to flow from there too. you watched them as their life slowly drained from their body with each drop that fell from their wrists or each spurt that gushed from their wounded neck. The sight alone was horrifying and sickening, but that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the reactions of the others in the room. The crowd of vampires were cheering or licking their lips with hunger and envy clear in their eyes. Some were whispering amongst themselves, asking each other whether they thought the gift was “their own personal blood bag” or whether it would just be a glass of the blood of one of the King’s “blood bags”. One had even turned to you and asked you what your thoughts were, and you forced a smile and told them you were grateful either way for the gift. It made you physically sick to your stomach to say those words, but you had to blend in. Maintain your cover. So, you could say nothing in protest as you watched Night… the Vampire King walk over to the poor bleeding figure and put his wine glass underneath their throat. You held back the urge to vomit as you watched him grip their hair, pull them forward, and position the stream of blood so that it was falling into his glass. You remained silent as the figure’s life left their body, despite rising temptation – no, need – to rush up there to help them. You knew there was nothing you could do now anyways. Even if you could go up there, even if it wouldn’t mean risking your own life and exposing yourself as human, they were gone. You couldn’t help them. Truth was… they were dead the moment they had been brought in here. There was nothing you could have done… and knowing that made it so much worse.

The Vampire King finished filling up his glass, and then he motioned for the guards from before to take the body away. They nodded and did as they were told, and then the Vampire King turned back to the crowd before him.

“Now, I know traditionally you do the toast with the drink, so, I apologize for doing it a little bit in a mixed-up order. But I trust that your treats will more than make up for it!” he exclaimed, and the entire audience was holding their breaths in anticipation. “The blood tonight is supplied by a… hmm… prize I caught on one of my hunts. I’ve been feeding them a rich diet of various juices, meats, and other delicacies that I have been assured will make their blood taste most divine. Now, my treat to all of you is a hunt of the very same!” he explained, and “ohs” and “ahs” filled the room. “The game you will be chasing have been fed the same diet. There are 20 games for your hunting pleasure. Now, I know there are more than 20 of you here, however, we wanted to make it a bit of a competition. But don’t worry! If you do not catch anyone, we have prepared some glasses of this specialty blood for you in the parlor. Now then, I believe your prizes should already be running about the forest behind the property. Please, enjoy your time, and best of luck to all of you!” shouted the Vampire King, and just like that, everyone took off outside, leaving you alone in the ballroom.

You stood there in silence, unable to move. A thousand thoughts or more were racing through your mind, and it felt as though it hurt just to think. You could barely breathe, let alone try and come up with your next move. You knew you had to. You had to figure out something. What were you going to do? You… you’d trusted him? Maybe not fully but… you wanted to believe – no, you let yourself believe – that he wasn’t like the rest of them. He’d been so kind. So… approachable. So… human. You’d let yourself believe that he was better than they were. That he was reasonable. That he could be on your side! That you could work with him and trust him! How could you have let yourself believe that?! You knew what he was! You’d known all along! Sure, you hadn’t known that he was… as evil as he was – no, is. And you… you’d wanted to believe that he was just negligent. That that was his worst crime. Or perhaps that he was good at heart, but had simply, as he said, let himself get swept up into all that happened. But that deep down, he did want to make a difference. He’d told you that before… before he did want that. He’d been a hero, damn it! He was Nightwing! Protector of Gotham and Blüdhaven! You thought that that meant something. Meant there was still some good left in him. That not all of it had been corrupted. You had to hold onto that hope… because without it… you weren’t sure what you would do. You needed to believe that the world could change. That it could get better. That things could improve. Not only for yourself but for everyone you had lost.

They were your reason for fighting. Those you had lost. They were good people, and those were rare to find, now more so than ever. You thought about them. Remembered their faces. Yana and Alexander. Jamie. You thought about the massacre. The image that you would never forget of the carnage in that place invaded your mind, and you fought back tears and sobs which threatened to overwhelm you. You thought about Rose next. Your best friend, whose fate you were still unsure of. Who you hadn’t heard from for months, and who, while all of your soul hoped it wasn’t the case, you could only presume had met the same fate as Yana, Alexander, and Jamie. You thought about your family, who you hadn’t seen in such a long time. Your heart ached when you thought of them. How badly you wanted to return to them. You’d have given anything to go back. But you couldn’t endanger them, so you had to stay away. If it wasn’t for the vampires, you could see them. Visit them. Have your old life back. But in this world, you knew that wasn’t a possibility. In this world, you were alone.

So, you kept fighting for a better world. For yourself. For your future. For the futures of everyone out there like you, who was lost and afraid and alone. For those who had loved and lost. You fought for those like Jamie, who would never have the future they deserved, or any future at all, for those like Rose, who you hoped you would one day see again. And you knew that even if it was only the slightest chance… even if it was a 0.000000001% chance that you could make a change in this world… you knew you’d keep fighting for it. Keep facing impossible odds, over and over again. Because you had to. You couldn’t give up. You wouldn’t.

A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thought and you jumped, stifling a yelp. You turned to see the Vampire King standing there behind you. He flashed you a smile, and it took everything in you not to slap him right there and then. God, you hated that smile. That smug, cocky, arrogant, traitorous thing that formed from the curving of lips that lied as though it were as easy as breathing to do so. As though it did not weigh on one’s heart to do so, but you suspected that was not an issue for him. For in order for it to weigh upon one’s heart, one would need to have a heart in the first place. Still, you hated it. You hated him. And through this hate, through the memories of those who you were fighting and the reminder of why it was you were here in the first place, came the image of you standing over the Vampire King… a stake clutched in your hands. Dripping red with his blood as his body lies at your feet. And after this image came to mind… you found you had no trouble returning to him a smile of your own.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t meant to startle you,” he said softly. You shook your head.

“No need to apologize. I was merely lost in my own thoughts,” you replied to him sweetly.

“You are not outside with the others. Is my gift not to your liking?” he questioned.

“Oh! No! It is most generous! Really!” It took everything in you not to vomit while saying this. “It is just that I ate already before I arrived, and thought I hate to waste such wonderful blood, I’m afraid I cannot drink anymore this evening,” you lied without missing a beat, and he seemed to buy it, for he pouted and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“That is a shame! I will have to save you some for later then. Assuming you do still want to chat?” he inquired, and you nodded eagerly.

“I’m very much looking forward to it!” you told him, and it was the truth… but only for very different reasons than when you originally suggested the meeting. He extended his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. Your entire body screamed at you to refuse. To slap it away. But you knew that not accepting would make him suspicious, and while you had managed to talk your way out of suspicion earlier, you didn’t want to push your luck. So, despite your every instinct telling you not to, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you to wherever your destination was.

Your destination, it turns out, was a lavish-looking guest room on the second floor of the building. It contained within it a large bed with lavender sheets and curtains to match. The walls of the room were a deep purple as well, and the carpet was beige. There was what looked to be a writing desk and atop it sat a notebook. The notebook had a lock on it. You raised your eyebrow at this, curious as to why there appeared to be personal items in a guest room. You wondered if someone was perhaps staying there currently but then thought that that could not be the case. After all, why would he bring you to a room someone was already staying in when there had to be plenty of other rooms in the building that were unoccupied? You noticed the book had the initials “J.T.” on them and pondered who the book may belong to.

Your focus was diverted when you heard a soft sound starting to fill the room. The Vampire King had walked over to a dresser on the far side of the room and had turned on an old record player. The sound of sensual piano music began to fill the room and he smiled over at you.

“I’d ask you to dance, but I’d hate to be repetitive,” he joked, and against every instinct, you found yourself giving him a genuine smile. You turned away, inspecting the rest of the room. There did not appear to be any exit or entrance apart from the door you had both entered from. There was a single window, but it was small and not accessible. It was perfect, you thought. The Vampire King had shut the door behind him, meaning that you would know if anyone tried to get in. It also meant that so long as you blocked the door, there was no getting out for him. The room did not have a bathroom or anything attached to it, and while there was a closet, it was hardly going to be useful for him if he was trying to hide or escape. This made things much more convenient for you. Now all you had to do was lure him into a false sense of security, get his guard down, get between him and the door, and then pull out one of the weapons in your coat. You looked back over the closet and noted that while it wasn’t the best hiding spot, it could be a decent place to dispose of the body temporarily. Everyone else was out on their hunt, so it would be a while before anyone even noticed he was gone. There was the staff, sure, but you doubted they would risk interrupting a private conversation. You could kill him, sneak out, and then leave before they even noticed he was dead. Worst case scenario, if one of the staff did see you trying to leave and they asked about him, you could just tell them that he had talked you into joining the hunt and that you were going to head outside to do so, and then you could escape that way. That could work. Your gaze fell back upon the closet, and you noted that the doors did seem to be sturdy. Sturdy enough to hold up a body’s weight? Maybe… if not though, you could always push the dresser or something else in front of it…

And while this thought crossed your mind, while you were trying to troubleshoot how to hide the body of the Vampire King… you felt a sharp pain in your neck.

You whipped around to see the Vampire King standing there with an empty syringe in his hand. Your eyes went wide, and you scrambled to the door, but it was too late. Your legs gave way underneath you and you fell to the ground. You tried to crawl to safety, but your arms failed you as well, becoming putty. Fatigue hit you like a ton of bricks and you found it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open.

“You can come in now!” you heard the Vampire King yell, and you heard the sound of a door opening. You could barely make out the outline of two guards as they walked into the room. “Take this one to the dungeon, would you? I think we have some matters that need to be discussed…” he instructed, and you felt them lifting you up. You struggled against them, but your energy was rapidly fading and with every movement, you could feel yourself falling closer to sleep. You heard the Vampire King sigh as he brushed some hair out of your face.

“Such a shame. I really did think we had such a great thing going there earlier. But I suppose it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?” he pouted. You tried and failed to snarl at him. “Now then, get some rest, and when you wake up, I think you and I will be having a much-needed chat. There are a few important things we should discuss…” he began, and your eyes drooped closed. The last thing you heard before you slipped into unconsciousness was:

“The first item on the agenda being, of course, your pretty little plan to kill me.”

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kiwisfics · 2 years

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Headcanon Requests

Sorry for another non-writing post, but I'm also TENTATIVELY taking requests ONLY for headcanons. It will be a basis of if I'm inspired for it or not.

I'm wanting some requests for things like "how would they react to-" or "how do they-"

You can include any number of the following characters that you want. No limits! As far as I'm concerned, you could just tack an "All." onto the end of your comment and I'll get on it. (Mostly because I know some of these boys would likely never get requested and I wanna write for them lolol)

Requests can include these characters:

My Mains:

Conner Kent You can request for any specific version, but I'll default to Punk Kon if you don't specify. I've read all the comics, and watched Young Justice and Rise of the Supermen, so go nuts.

Dick Grayson When I say any version, I mean it. Arkham, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans, Young Justice, and any animated movie he's in (Batman Unlimited etc.)

Jason Todd Again, any version. Arkham Knight, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans (though he's not my fave Jay), UTRH, DITF.

Terry McGinnis I'm partial to the Rebirth comics version, but I've watch all of Batman Beyond and read every single comic.

The Slightly Overlooked:

Barry Allen Arrowverse preferred, but I love me some comic Barry.

Oliver Queen Arrowverse preferred, but I also love Ollie in the comics and whatever scenes he gets in other DC content.

The Under-Appreciated:

Aka, characters I doubt most people are interested in.

Devour From the Red Hood: Outlaw comics.

King Chimera From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.

Simon Amal From the Red Hood and the Outlaws (New 52) comics.

Tom Bronson From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.

Tristian Grey From the Gotham Academy comics.

There's very little content for any of these characters, so I implore you to tack at least a couple of them onto a request. They're all sweet boys, I swear.

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e-nonsense · 5 months

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─── 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

pairing. prince!jason todd x witch!reader

summary. royal au. bruce doesn’t approve of his son’s relationship with constantine’s pupil/ward , not that jason cares

warnings. pet names: little pet, darling. Tooth rotting fluff i guess?

a/n. fuck writers block. three fits in less than 12 hours? crazy. might make this an au, so feel free to send requests based on this au to find out more

wc. 1.1k not proofread

Jason rolled his eyes as another young woman walked away from him, throughly offended. This had been one of Bruce’s many attempts to find his so a suitable woman— one that wasn’t you.

After Dick had married Princess Koriand'r and left to live with her in her kingdom, Jason had become the sole heir to Bruce’s kingdom. Being the second oldest of his siblings. But before any of that Jason had fallen in love with you.

“Lost young prince?” your voice comes from trees, and Jason glances around frantically. His hunting expedition had gone horribly wrong, a group of trickster illusionists had scared his men and the horses away. Leaving Jason behind.

“Who’s there?” He ask, raising his sword while turning in a circle, his eyes land on you as you step out from the shadows. The sun makes your eyes glow and Jason thinks you’re the most beautiful things he’ll ever see. His guard is lowered, as his eyes scan you up and down, taking in your beauty before moving back to your eyes.

You chuckle and he swears someone had to have casted a love spell on him, he can’t take his eyes of you. “Are you allowed to be this deep in the forest?” You ask and he gulps nervously as you step closer to him, your simple grey dress trailing behind you. “I’m surprised you made it through all the wards I put up around here.”

“Plus the Chimera,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Can you not speak?” You ask, inching closer till you’re in his personal space. “Apologies,” you smile.

“No.. no I can speak.” He whispers, staring down at you before sheathing his sword.

“Oh,” your smile widens. “Well, would you like to join me for tea?” You offer, and Jason knows he should’ve hesitated before nodding but he couldn’t help it. The excitement in your eyes when he agreed would be worth it if you were truly planning on killing him. Either way he let you lead him through the trees to a cottage that past the border of the land of witches and warlocks.

“At least try to entertain the thought, Todd.” Damian scoffed watching as another possible — approved — suitor walked away. “Father has gained many grey hair because of your devotion to the witch.” Truthfully Damian had no problem with you, he thought you were a perfect fit for his brother. Kind, loyal, able to put up with Jason’s moods.

It was just Bruce’s paranoia getting in the way of everyone’s peace. When the king had found out about you, he called in a favour from a warlock to get rid of whatever love spell you placed on his son. Safe to say John Constantine was amused by the request but assured Bruce that there was no spell on Jason and the boy’s infatuation with you was purely Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought, “or Bruce just needs to get over it.” He retorted, crossing his arms scowling as another pride princess tried to near him. “I’m leaving,” Jason says, looking over at Bruce as he makes his escape.

It didn’t take long for Jason to escape the palace grounds, through he was sure he had ripped his suit jacket, not that he’d see the stupid peace of fabric as he’d already dumped his clothes for a simple white poet shirt and some black riding pants. He rode his stallion to the forest’s entrance, stopping in front of it and trying it’s lead to a flimsy fence.

The prince entered the forest with no care, the protective wards shimmered as he entered, and the path illuminated in the darkness. Something you had done so he wouldn’t lose himself in the woods when he’d run from the palace and seek comfort in your cottage.

He quickly followed the path, passing the border and swiftly making his way to your home. When he arrived Jason knocked on the door softly, waiting for you to answer.

The door is answered a few seconds later, revealing a tall blond. The man groans, rolling his eye, “not you again.” He grumble, a cigarette dangling from his finger as he opens the door properly. “Kid! Your boyfriends here!” John calls out as he swings his coat over his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he pats his pockets down looking for a lighter before snorting and lighting it with his fingers.

“Well go on in,” John shrugs, stepping out of the cottage you called home. “Oh, tell her to stop sending her little ravens to check on me, will ya?” John adds before disappearing into the misty pathway.

Jason always wondered how the man never found himself lost, or perhaps John never had somewhere specific he’d ever be going, cant be lost with no destination.

The second Jason stepped into the cottage he was met with the sight of you humming a tune, the same one he heard when the two of you met. Jason smiled, walking closer until he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi love,” you say as soft spoken as always. His eyes watched as you peeled potatoes before he kissed your cheek gently, “hi sweetheart.” He mumbled in return.

“How was the ball?” You asked, mainly teasing but with some curiosity.

“Missed you,” he huffed like a child, “Bruce is always trying to set me up with princesses. Who wants those snobby little bastards? Not me.” He complained.

“Just because Dick married a princess— who by the way comes from a magical bloodline— he thinks I’m going to do the same. Kori’s nice and all but how is it fair? Just because she’s royalty, its okay that Dick married her.”

You sigh softly, “he’s trying to protect you. People have never trusted those who come from this side of the world, faes, witches, shapeshifters. Sometimes with good reason, not all of us have good intentions.”

“But you do,” Jason retorts. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and i don’t say want anyone that isn’t you…. Is there a way that i could stay here with you?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Not without your father starting a war, we don't want a repeat of 1843.”

Jason groans but understands, Bruce would assume the worst if Jason just disappeared again, especially now that he was with you. He’d assume you’ve kidnapped him or some bullshit to feed his ideals.

“Can i stay for the night then?” He murmurs softy, his nose nudhung your cheek. “I just wanna love you before going back.”

You find your resolve melting away when you meet his eyes, blue and green. “One night, then home.” You nod.

“You are home,” he mumbles in response but doesn’t press further, instead the rest of the night is filled with laughter as you teach him a new recipe he’ll be sure to share with Alfred.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd #jason todd drabble #jason todd oneshot #royal au #witch!reader #jason todd x witch!reader #enzo writes [📝]#littleprince!jason

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thealtoduck · 3 months

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Dally

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, anal sex, bottom!Reader, top!Jason, rough sex, unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, porn with plot, size kink, you and Jason are both kinda tipsy, Jason is aftercare king, you and Jason are unkowingly filmed, angst ending…

N/n = Nickname

The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: You and Jason get tipsy at an event and go back to your place…

(A/n: No. 1 Hoe Anthem)

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One of the mayoral candidates, Mr Stone, had invited the Gotham Elite for what he called ”a celebration of Gotham’s greatest”. But from what you’d heard his campaign was running low on funds and he wanted to sweet talk all the people with deep pockets.

Whatever the reason may be you were now stuck there amongst the crowd of ”Gotham’s greatest”. You’d preferred to not go but according to your mother it’d be improper to ditch such an event and in her own words ”You have to go cause I don’t want to, I can’t stand that man”.

So you sacrificed yourself to spend the evening at the party… plus Jason had been forced to go along with his family and you promised you’d keep him company.

You watched as Jason entered in the company of his family, he was dressed in a black suit, giving him a dark and luxurious look. He and his family were greeted by Mr Stone.

While Bruce spoke to Mr Stone, Jason looked around the crowd of black suits and evening dresses until his eyes met yours and a soft smile appeared on his face. Once Mr Stone left them to enjoy the party Jason made his way to you.

You were stood in a corner looking at nice sculpture when Jason approached you. ”No tie?” he asked noticing you substituted a tie with a thin sliver chain necklace. ”Never been the biggest fan of ties, Jay, you know that” you stated in a your more upper class tone that tended to come out at these types of events.

”Well, you look great” Jason said grazing his hand against yours slightly. ”You too” you said adjusting his hair slightly. ”I’ll go get us some drinks” Jason said, soon coming back with two glasses of champagne, handing you one.

He then lowered his hand in his pocket bringing out a hip flask, pouring some of the contents in his own glass before offering ”Whiskey?”. Making you let out a small laugh before holding your glass out to him, saying ”If you insist”.

You and Jason mostly kept to yourselves through the party. You listened to Mr Stone’s speech talking about how good his campaign was going but made sure to add that it does take it’s toll on him, his workers and his family. But most of all to his wallet, he had joked making light polite laughs sound out in the room.

You and Jason found a table to relax at, sipping your drinks. The event was quite the bore, the music was dull, the decorations were plain, even the champagne on it’s own felt tasteless. You were lucky Jason had brought the flask.

Soon you and Jason were joined by Mr Stone himself. ”Mr Todd, Mr St. Cloud, enjoying yourselves?” he asked, you put on a polite smile and said ”Of course, it’s quite the event you’ve put together, Mr Stone”.

”Thank you, what a shame your mother couldn’t come” Mr Stone said. ”Yeah, she really wanted to but she wasn’t feeling well, but she wishes you luck with the mayoral campaign” you lied, your mother had said nothing of the sort, you were just being polite.

”You boys are old enough to vote now, right?” Mr Stone mentioned, you and Jason shared a look, you’d both been waiting for the topic to come up. ”Yes, we are” Jason answered and you nodded. ”Well, I hope this party has helped convince you who to vote for” he suggested followed by a lighthearted chuckle.

You did your best to not roll your eyes and said with a smile ”Of course, Mr Stone, you have our support”. ”You bet, Mr Stone” Jason said in a fake cheery tone. Mr Stone then said goodbye leaving you and Jason, your expression immediately turned to disgust as Mr Stone was out of sight.

”I hate him” Jason stated, followed by you saying ”Me too”. ”Let’s get some more champagne and then get out of here” you told him, he nodded in agreement and the two of you went to the drink table. Jason emptied the last of his whiskey in to your glasses and you drank.

Once you’d both finished 2 more glasses each you made your way towards the exit, you called your chauffeur to pick the two of you up. As soon as the two of you came out on sidewalk Jason loosened his tie and you took off your suit jacket.

Soon a familiar car pulled up in front of you and you and Jason climbed in the backseat. ”You wanna come back to my place or do you need a ride elsewhere?” you offered him, Jason smiled. ”Think I’ll join you” he said placing a hand on your thigh.

You leaned in against Jason’s shoulder, as the chauffeur started driving towards your apartment building.

Luckily for you the traffic was good enough for you to be home in a short while, you and Jason stepped out of the car and you thanked your chauffeur before making your way up to your apartment on the top floor.

As you stood in the elevator, Jason’s hand once more grazed against yours, this time your fingers intertwined. When you reached the top floor, you stepped out of the elavator to your door and you unlocked it.

You and Jason entered the penthouse, taking of your shoes. You threw your suit jacket aside and led the way towards the stairs, closely followed by Jason.

You started unbuttoning your shirt as you entered your bedroom, turning to Jason who looked curious where this was going. You threw your button up aside and stepped closer to him, you unbuttoned his suit jacket and pushed it off his shoulders letting it drop to the floor.

You then pushed your lips to Jason’s, while he snaked his arms around your waist as you started to hungrily make out. You then started unbuttoning Jason’s shirt revealing his athletic chest. You started lowering yourself to your knees as you placed kisses down his abs.

Until you were on your knees in front of him, you undid Jason’s belt and pulled down his pants letting them fall to his ankles. Jason had grown hard, his bulge noticable in his tight white briefs. You pulled down his underwear setting his big legth free.

His hard dick pointed to your face. When Jason looked down the sight gave him a sense of satisfaction, you half naked ready to suck his cock. You started taking Jason’s member in to your mouth, teasing the tip with your tongue.

Jason let out a small breath as you started taking more of him in to your warm mouth. You soon started moving your head back and forth on his cock. Jason’s mouth hung open as you went down on him.

”Fuck, you’re perfect” he said holding the sides of your head, using every bit of restraint to not start thrusting in to you. You worked your tougue on his dick, licking up and down his shaft.

When Jason looked down the sight alone could make him spill his load. You with his thick cock stuffed in your mouth, shining with your saliva on it. Before you could make him cum he pulled out of your mouth.

”Your turn, rich boy” Jason said teasingly, you raised an amused eye brow at him.

He then helped you up from the floor. He let his unbuttoned shirt fall to the floor and stepped out of his pants and underwear that were pooled around his ankles. He then undid your belt before pushing you backwards on to your bed.

You spread your arm out on the silk white sheets feeling as if you were laying down on a cloud. Jason then started pulling your pants down your legs. You seductively pulled off your own white briefs before throwing them at Jason, hitting him in the chest.

Now you were left wearing nothing but your silver necklace and a pair of white socks. Jason took a moment to take in the pornographic sight in front of him and then climbed on to the bed and your naked bodies tangled together as you made out lustfully.

Jason’s hand trailed all the way down your back to your butt. He didn’t waste any time bringing his finger between your cheeks and pushing it inside you making you moan while your mouth was pressed to his.

He used his fingers to work you loose and open so you’d be ready to take all off him. Once he was done he pulled out a bottle of lube from you nightstand pouring a generous amount on his huge shaft.

You positioned yourself face down - ass up wanting Jason to take you like a bitch. Jason stood on his knees in front of your awaiting hole as he rubbed the lube along his length. He teased your hole with the thick tip of his cock as you whined in to the sheets impatiently.

And who was Jason to say no to a slut in need of filling.

He started working his in to your tightness as you gasped at the intrusion. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into your warmth feeling you clench around his cock. ”That’s nice” he whispered at the feeling of you tightly around his manhood.

Jason wasn’t a small man, he was hung like a horse. You let out heavy breaths as Jason slowly sunk himself in to you, streching you out even further than he’d done with his fingers. He said praises to you, watching you beneath him as his cock entered you inch by inch.

Once he had sheathed himself inside you he waited for you to adjust to the size of him. You gripped the soft sheets of the bed as you were streched out to accept Jason’s hung cock. ”Fuck” you swore.

Soon you were ready to take all of him. Jason started moving slowly as pushed himself in and out of your tightness. His hands were placed on the globes of your ass squeezing them softly in his strong hands.

You were starting to get the feeling of bliss everytime Jason was fully stuffed inside you, making you moan as he worked your ass perfectly. ”Harder Jay” you said wanting him to take you to ecstasy.

”That’s all I needed to hear, baby” Jason said with an audible smirk as he willfully obliged and sped up his thrusts, rolling his hips like a machine. He put a hand on your back pressing you in to the matress as he took you. The sound of his thrusts starting to sound out through out the room.

You gripped the sheets as Jason thrust deeper in to you, his dick jabbing at your prostate making you let out a delighted scream of pleasure. ”That’s right, N/n, scream for everybody to hear me fucking you” he said cockily.

Jason hadn’t realised until now how much he had been longing to fuck you again after your first one night stand during the party at Wayne Manor.

Jason moved his hand to your hips pulling you to meet his harsh thruts into you. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. He wanted you to feel all the pleasures sex could bring.

Jason made you feel as if you were seeing all the stars in the heaven, as his hung cock was shoved deep in your heat. ”So- ugh! Big!” you said through your loud moans. A cocky smile spread on Jason’s lips. He was fucking you so good you could barely talk.

As Jason roughly pounded himself deeply in to you felt yourself getting close to orgasm. ”Jay, I’m gonna cum” you whined as Jason showed no sign of slowing down his rolling thrusts.

Your shot your load and it splashed on to the silk sheets below as Jason continued plowing his cock in to you. ”You’re so fucking good around my cock” Jason said through his rapid breaths as he fully lost control and fucked you like there was no tommorow.

”I’m gonna cum” he soon told you.

”Fill me, Jay” you begged and that was all it took for Jason to plant himself deep in you ass and let his cock explode inside you, filling you with his warm sticky seed. He breathed heavily as he let all of his orgasm spill inside you.

Once he was done he slowly pulled out of you leaving your hole gaping from his cock. His seed soon started pouring out of you, running from your used warmth down your legs. Jason looked proudly at the mess he had made of you before he walked to the bathroom.

Coming back with a wet towel and started cleaning his seed off of your body. Once he was done he threw the towel aside on the floor. You turned around and laid down on your back. Jason sat down by your side and stroked your thigh, asking sweetly ”Can I get you anything? N/n”.

”Could you get my night shirt from the closet?” you asked and Jason immediately stood up looking through your closet until he brought out a glossy white silk night shirt. ”Why is everything you own white silk?” he questioned amused as he helped you put it on.

”Why not?” you simply asked back. You took off your necklace putting it on your bedside table. You and Jason both laid down side by side on your bed. Jason was on his back and you laid your head resting against his pec.

”You were amazing” Jason said placing a kiss on your head. ”You too” you said stroking his abs lovingly.

You both soon drifted off too sleep…

——

2 days later…

You sat with your laptop on your couch checking your emails. Some adds, some social stuff, nothing too intresting. You took a sip of your coffee and as you swallowed a new mail appeared on the screen.

The sender was not listed.

You opened the mail and read ”We have something you might not want to reach the media, Mr St. Cloud” which was all it said. Then you noticed there was a video attached to the mail. You pressed the file and it loaded until a video started playing.

Your eyes widend the video showed a boy getting plowed roughly by his by another guy, but you soon realised this was your bedroom. ”Harder, Jay” your voice came from the video making you gasp in shock. Then came Jason’s voice ”That’s all I needed to hear, baby”.

Someone had hidden a camera in your room filming you and Jason that night. You slammed your laptop shut and rushed upstairs in to your room. Judging by the angle of the video the video had been taken from your bedside table.

You were confused you only had your alarm clock and a bottle of water on the table… Then you noticed it, on the side of the alarm clock was a black spot - no, not a spot a small round camera lens.

You picked up the alarm clock taking a closer look at it to it to make sure. Definetely a lens. Enraged you threw the alarm clock in to the ground making it smash on impact. You stormed out of the room bringing out your phone knowing who you needed to call.

”Hey St. Cloud” Jason answered a flirty tone in his voice.

You could only find one phrase to tell him ”Jay… we’re completely fucked”.

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Princess Treatment | Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

↳ Pairing : TitansDC!Jason Todd x shy!Reader

↳ Rating : E

↳ Summary : After losing a bet, Jason is at your beck and call for the rest of the year. Pt. 2 of Wildcard

↳ W.C : ~5k

↳ Tags + Warnings: references to the previous fic, banter, oral (female receiving), face-sitting, grinding, shyish!reader x tsundereish!jason, reader wears glasses, jason is still a kind of dickhead but less of the dick and more of the giving head, once again side characters are there (rachel, rose, gar, conner, and dickkory)

“Y’know if you wanted DoorDash, there’s a little something called ‘the App Store’. Just thought you might like to know.”

You glanced up from the book you were reading on your bed and, sure enough, there was a certain messy-haired boy glowering back at you, hand stuffed in one pocket with the other cradling a plastic bag full of your Bat Burger order.

He unceremoniously plopped the bag on the desk by your bed.

“And why would I do that, when I have you?” You said simply trying to emulate Rose’s confident way of speech.

You sat up, closing your book to examine the plastic bag. It had been a week since you, Rachel, and Rose had all agreed on the terms of your agreement. The boys—Jason, Conner, and Gar had all lost a bet over Game Night, and as one does, had to bear the consequences of being the girls’ gophers, or as Rose liked to call it “errand bitches”, for the rest of the year.

Thanks to Game Night, Jason was your gopher. That night had been the first night you’d spoken at length to Jason other than greetings or pleasantries. While Rachel and Rose had readily accepted their new positions of power, it was almost daunting for you to tell the King of Back-Sass himself what to do.

You started small at first, asking him for simple things like opening jars or reaching high places. It wasn’t until Conner and Gar had seen how sparingly you were ordering him around that they started to complain.

“If they see Jason barely doing anything, then they’re not gonna listen to us Y/N. And then the whole integrity of the bet gets thrown off. What’s gonna be the point of making bets in the first place if we don’t follow through?” Rachel hissed at you between sparring trainings.

It was agreed that any time you were near Dick (or any other older Titan for that matter) that the agreement was off. If Dick had caught any whiff of the bet, he’d probably ban Game Night—or worse, lecture them on how divisions on the basis of gender would erode teamwork on the field and blah blah blah.

From then on, you agreed to give Jason more orders. Or at least, the illusion of keeping him busy so Rachel and Rose would get off your back. Making Jason your personal UberEats seemed to do the trick. And it actually worked for a few days until… it didn’t.

You opened the bag and wrinkled your nose at the half-eaten Bat Burger and a handful of fries. You didn’t get mad, you rarely ever did, but this was certainly annoying.

“Jason,” You said giving him a withering look.

“What? You should be glad I saved you some. Besides, princess,” He said sarcastically, "You can’t just be eating anything. I’m testing for poison.” He reached into the bag and snatched a single fry. He took a bite and chewed for a moment thoughtfully. “Yep, all clear. Anything else you need?”

Jason was clearly testing your patience, pushing your buttons and the limits of your authority. At this rate, the few days he actually listened to you seemed too good to be true.

“No, just—I don’t need anything.” You cursed yourself for stammering and felt yourself fluster seeing his smug face. “Can you please just leave?” You got up from the bed to shoo him away.

“You’re not really good at this are you?” He snorted, dodging your lunge at him to leave the room.

“That’s not how this works.” You took a breath to compose yourself and adjusted your glasses from falling off your nose. “We have an agreement that you follow my orders. And I just ordered you to do something, so you can go now.”

“Yea, I understand that perfectly fine.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head as if in pity. “It’s just… you’re not good at it.” He laughed again.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need to be good at it if that’s what was agreed.” He was implying you were meek, and maybe that was true, but that wasn’t even the whole point of the agreement. Leave it to Jason to be difficult about something as simple as this.

“I get that but, at least make it believable. You know, ‘cuz then maybe I’d actually be inclined to play along.”

You shot him a weirded out look under his scrutiny. “You’re unbelievable. I’ll leave.” You made a move for the door but Jason quickly stepped in the way. Annoying.

“I’m serious, I swear. Why do you think we all listen to Dick?”

“We listen to Dick. You’re the one that doesn’t.”

He grinned. “Ok, fair enough. But, why do you all listen to Dick?”

“I don’t know, maybe because he’s a good leader?” You threw up your hands in exasperation. “What’s your point, Jason? You’re starting to sound like him.”

“Ok first, I’m disgusted you’d even say that. And second, my point is Dick doesn’t say ‘can you please leave?’ He doesn’t ask. He either tells you or makes you.”

You stared blankly at him, but he seemed eager to make a point. “You want me to act like Dick? That way you’ll listen to me?”

“Well, no ‘cuz that wouldn’t really work, remember?” The corner of his mouth quirked up. He was all too happy to get on your nerves now. “What I’m saying is you need to Make. Me. Listen.” He leaned in a little bit, letting his voice lower as he emphasized the words.

How're you a virgin when you're takin' my cock this good, hm?

“Ugh.” You shuddered, his voice by your ear involuntarily taking you back to that night you both seemed to pretend never happened. You pushed him away, having grown tired of his smug face. When you stepped towards the door again, he rushed over and closed it shut. “Oh for God’s sake.”

You tried to step around him to no avail.

“Move.” You glowered.

Jason's eyebrows raised slightly, almost impressed. “Acceptable.” He stepped aside to let you pass.

As you walked through the hallway, you could hear Jason’s soft footsteps behind you.

You whipped around. “Stop following me.”

“I’m not ‘following you’, there’s only one hallway. If anything you’re in my way.” He shrugged. The look on his face bore no emotion but you swore you could see amusement twinkle in his eye.

Just ahead, Dick was walking in your direction sipping on a steaming mug of coffee.

“Y/N, Jason! Glad to see you two getting along.”

Your frustration dissipated at the sight of the chipper man. On the field, he was as serious as can be, but off the field, he was as intimidating as a substitute teacher.

You and Dick’s eyes both followed after Jason, who hadn’t bothered to stop and say hello. The elder brother only shook his head with a good-natured sigh and returned his attention back to you.

“I’ve noticed you warming up to everyone lately. With the other girls, I mean. You, Rose, and Rachel really seem to be a good team, especially during our practices. Even Jason is playing nice with the others. He can be a bit abrasive sometimes but these days, I can see he’s making progress with teamwork too.”

“Thanks uh- I guess it’s all thanks to you. Game Nights really helped us to get closer.”

“Glad to hear it.” He patted you on the shoulder and turned the corner to the computer room.

When you walked into the living room, you heard everyone exhale in relief.

“What?” You looked around quizzically. Game Night Crew had gathered again on the couches, this time—thankfully—fully clothed.

“We thought you were Grayson,” Rose called from the couch. “He almost caught us the first time.”

Caught? Doing what?

You weren’t entirely prepared for what you saw but Rose and Rachel were concentrating hard on painting Conner and Gar’s nails.

“Are you completely sure this is vegan?”

“Yes, now hold still.” Rose admonished Gar, applying another coat with professional precision.

Rachel looked up from her handiwork with Conner’s hand. She wordlessly tossed a look from you to Jason who was currently looking more interested in whatever was in the fridge than at the group in the living room. Her face clearly read, make him do something now. You sent her back a look that read, fine.

You cleared your throat. “Jason.” You tried to muster up as much authority as you could. Knowing what you knew now, you knew he wouldn’t budge at the slightest tremor of your voice.

“Hn.” Was his only response, but at least you knew you caught his attention. When he turned, you locked eyes on his. “Come here, ple—I mean. Come here.”

You watched him crack a smile. He closed the refrigerator door and ambled over. So far so good.

He didn’t seem to register anyone else in the room. He only tilted his head, waiting for the next direction.

“Sit down.”

He paused as if contemplating whether or not to answer to an instruction one gave a dog thinly veiled as an order. Even so, he sat. Well, that was easy enough, you thought to yourself. It was almost comical to see him be so obedient.

“Give me your hand.” You primed.

You could see his hesitation as you reached for the nearest nail polish bottle, but it was erased as soon as you met his gaze again.

“That’s… not my color.”

“Of course.” You picked up a burgundy red. “How could I forget?”

He sneered at your teasing but still allowed your light hold under the palm of his hand.

“Why does he get a choice and we don’t?” Gar pouted, looking longingly at a green bottle of nail polish

“I kinda like the black.” Conner shrugged and gave his other unpolished hand to Rachel.

“You can never go wrong with black.” Rachel agreed.

Jason grimaced as he watched the polish coat his nail. It was wholly apparent that under any other circumstance, he would’ve never allowed you to do this, but you were thankful that he liked to keep whatever honor he had to words. Under the agreement and as long as you spoke to him with confidence, he would listen.

౨ৎ

The next week Dick had decided that based on the success of Game Night with team morale, an outing would be another great chance for the younger members of the team to get closer. That’s why you were now sitting at the beach and squinting the sun out of your eyes.

You had volunteered to watch everyone’s stuff while they explored the bordering pier. Jason had practically disappeared the moment his flip-flops hit the sand.

It was nice to be out just to be out, not in the field on a mission. Titan’s tower felt like one giant bubble and it was easy to forget that there was life outside being a hero.

You settled into people-watching as you waited for the rest of the group to return. There was a group of teens playing volleyball by the net, a family of three showing their toddler how to make a sandcastle, and couples—lots of couples.

“You not gonna go to the pier?”

You were in the middle of gazing wistfully at a couple that was sharing their ice cream when you felt a shadow over you.

“I’m watching everyone’s stuff until they get back.” You squinted up at him. Even with your hat on, it was an incredibly bright summer day.

Jason plopped down on the beach towel next to you. He was wearing swim trunks and an unbuttoned linen shirt which didn’t do much to hide the lean cuts of muscle on his abdomen. Judging by his damp curls, he had just returned from a swim in the ocean.

“I can watch,” He jutted his chin in the direction of the pier. “You should go.”

“Maybe in a little bit.” You dug your feet into the sand, feeling the warmth tingle your toes. You didn’t feel like leaving your spot just yet.

He reached behind you for his towel and bent a bit over to muss his hair dry. You were close enough to feel the tiny droplets of water tickle your skin.

“Do you have to do that right next to me?” You said, not incredibly annoyed though—the water felt cool. It was enough to make you want to go for a swim to cool down too.

“Sorry,” he said a bit sheepishly, peeking up at you from beneath the towel. His hair, now much drier and fluffed, made him look somewhat like a puppy. Cute.

You gave him a small smile before returning your attention to the ebbing and receding of the ocean tide.

“Got a lot on your mind?”

You quickly broke your stare from the water to see that Jason was still looking at up you, eyebrow cocked in curiosity. It was the look he gave you that always made you think he didn’t quite get you. A fascinated look that made you feel like you were another species under his gaze.

“I was just thinking it’s nice to take a break and be normal for a change.”

“Normal?”

“Like,” you gestured vaguely around the beach. “Everyone here. No missions, no bad guys. Normal.”

“Yea, hanging out?” he snorted, “We do that all the time.”

Jason had been a cape since before you’d even met Dick and the rest of the group. You were still getting used to your new way of life. He was either being willfully obtuse or he really just didn’t understand you at all. You and Jason were opposites after all. Your quiet and shy often clashed with his bold and boisterous.

“I don’t mean just hanging out, I mean other stuff too.”

The couple you had seen earlier caught your eye again. They were now sitting on a beach towel further ahead of where you were. They looked like they were in their own world, nudging each other playfully in laughter. If you hadn’t joined the Titans what would you be doing now?

He followed your line of sight, gazing silently at the couple for a moment before flickering his eyes away to the water.

“We could do other stuff.”

You expected him to be smirking at you like he usually did when he teased or made a joke, but he wasn’t looking at you anymore. When you glanced at him you could see a faint flush on his cheeks. Probably from the heat.

You shook your head, realizing what you implied and trying now to take it back. “I didn’t mean with you, I mean with regular people.”

“What? Like it makes a difference?”

“Well, yea fundamentally. Gar can turn into animals, Rachel has a demon trapped inside her, Rose can’t die, Conner is Superboy. You’re...”

He frowned at your pause. “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

You let out a laugh, happy that you’d annoyed him for a change.

“Well, by your logic,” he began, pointedly ignoring your laughter, “then we’re the most normal Titans here.”

He had a point. You didn’t have any special powers either but Dick had taken you in just the same.

“If you want to be a regular person for a day, I guess, now’s as good a time as any.” He shrugged noncommittally as he rose from his spot on the sand. Jason took your wrist and gently pulled you on your feet. “C’mon, before they get here.”

You furrowed your brow, worried about your unguarded post but you were relieved that Game Night crew were already on their way back.

You heard them before you could fully spot them. Conner and Gar had been happily chatting away at the head of the group. Rachel and Rose were holding prizes from the boardwalk games. Dick and Kory, being the ones that drove you here, rounded out the back of the small crowd. Kory seemed to have found delight in the terrestrial delicacy, cotton candy.

After having guided you through the throngs of pedestrians to the main attractions, he released his hold on your wrist and gestured around theatrically as he spoke, "Now we’re just two regular people at the boardwalk. There’s the very normal Ferris Wheel, normal Whack-a-Mole, normal churros gotta love those—”

“I get it,” you laughed cutting him off before he could rattle on everything within visible range around you.

"Nah, I don't think you do, but you're lucky you have me to show you. Watch this."

You shot him a skeptical look and followed after to a target shot game booth. Arrays of red targets were displayed in rows while giant stuffed animals hung along the back wall.

"Which one you want?" He pulled out a few bills to hand the attendant and passed you a few of the colorful balls for you to play a round too.

You pointed at a giant brown teddy bear hanging by its ears.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

One by one the targets fell in succession. He held the last ball in his hand and after a moment of thought, lobbed it lightly askew and letting it fall short of any target.

He gave you a smug smile and collected the teddy bear before handing it off to you.

"You call that normal?" You said incredulously, but still accepting the bear in your arms.

"What? I missed that last one."

"Sure." Jason was nothing if not terrifyingly accurate.

You played a few more games, amassing a trove of arcade treasures for each other, both of you trying your best not to be too good at the games. As you ventured down the boardwalk, you couldn't help but find your eyes linger on the young couples that surrounded you.

"When you said 'other stuff' earlier, you meant like dating stuff, right?" He said innocently between bites of funnel cake. You had decided to rest and were currently sitting down in a shaded food court, stuffed animals in tow.

You contemplated denying it but saw no reason to keep it from him. This revelation being objectively less embarrassing than the time you revealed you were still a virgin during a round of “Never Have I Ever.”

Taking your silence as an answer, he continued. "Well, since we're still doing normal shit we could try that."

You tried not to gape at him. “T-then we’d just be faking it. It wouldn’t be real...”

“So? How would you know real from fake if you've never dated anyone before?"

“Where did you get that from? I never said I didn’t date anyone before.”

“W-well I just assumed since—"

“I’ve been on dates, Jason. I’ve just never had sex.” You retorted.

“Well, Technically. We kinda, y’know..."

You don't know how fucking pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, Y/N

You pursed your lips, mind flashing to his moans, him begging you to put your mouth on him, the sloppy makeout session with him after he'd punished his cock down your throat. That’s the whole reason you guys were even talking this much now. The bet.

This is the first time you addressed that sexcapade since it happened and it's just been this weird tension ever since. It was the elephant-sized weirdness in the room, whenever you guys were around each other. You wondered faintly if Rachel and Rose were having the same issues after that night too.

"But if you don’t want to…"

"Fine."

"I-Oh,” He stammered as if he hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Ok...um what do you want me to do?" He rubbed the back of his neck, this time the tips of his ears tinged a faint pink.

“I don’t know." You felt yourself blush, "Act like you like me.”

He blinked back his surprise, bemused. “And what would that entail exactly?”

“You know what it entails.” You scoffed, exasperated.

“Not really no. I wouldn’t know something like that.” He recovered the annoying twinkle he usually carried in his eyes.

“I’d rather not do this if you’re going to make fun of me.”

“I’m joking. You mean act like your boyfriend and whatnot. I got it.”

In one swift motion, he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. The powdered sugar was still sweet on his tongue but as quickly as it started, you could already feel him pulling away.

"W-why did you do that? At least warn me first.”

"'Cuz that’s not what boyfriends do.

“Are you the boyfriend expert now?”

“I happen to be,” He smirked. "You got a little something." He swiped his thumb at what was most likely some leftover sugar at the corner of your mouth and brought it to his lips to taste.

౨ৎ

The ride back home was not totally uncomfortable, but it was still awkward. Jason appeared to be unfazed, joking and laughing with the boys like nothing happened. You tried your best to match his nonchalance, but given the curious looks Rachel kept throwing the both of you, you'd failed.

Jason confused you. One moment it seemed like he liked you, and the next he would act like he barely knew you. You hated it. And to avoid the sting of another unrequited crush, you didn't ask anything of him for a few days, Game Night Bet be damned.

You had been reading a book on one of those rare free-schedule days when a light knock came at your door. When you opened it, Jason was on the other side holding a brown paper bag. You eyed the Bat Burger bag first, and then the boy holding it warily.

“I didn't order anything."

With all the missions and trouble in the city, everyone gradually stopped doing the bet thing anyway.

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “I owe you. For last time."

“Oh. um. Ok, I guess.” You took the bag from him and set it down at your desk. You figured that would be the end of the conversation but he remained at your doorway appearing to look like he wanted to say something else. You paused, waiting for him to speak and when he didn't, you moved to close the door again.

“W-wait! I… I’m giving you a warning this time.”

Warning?

Then it finally clicked.

“Is… that ok?”

There was a slight worry in his gaze as if he was unsure you'd say yes. You felt something in your stomach flip, words got caught in your throat and you could only give him a small nod.

Upon your approval he stepped in closer, eyes dropping languidly from yours down to your lips. He carefully slid your glasses off his face, folding them neatly on the desk. You felt his hands pull you in by the hip to press your body against him. This time when he kissed you, it wasn't the same as when you were at the beach. It was slower, deliberate. Like he had been building up to this very moment.

You closed the door behind you as the kisses became more wanton and his hands began to roam grasping at your waist and hips, kneading handfuls of your ass beneath your skirt. You loved how he felt pressed against you, sturdy and strong. It wasn't long before you stumbled backward onto the bed and found yourself under him.

"What? Am I too loud?" His brow furrowed in worry when he felt your kisses subside. "I’ll be quieter."

"No, it's not that," you laughed a bit. He did have a habit of making tiny moans through kisses. But you gave him an extra peck on the lips for reassurance. "It’s just...You’re doing this because you want to right?"

“Not even gonna lie, I wanted to do this since the day you showed up.” His smile was bashful, like he just admitted a secret.

The guy you've liked since you joined the Titans had been thinking about you the same way? You thought back to the times you interacted. Jason's attention to you always came in the form of teasing but the weirdness after Game Night and the beach only served to confuse you more.

“Well, you did a shit job of showing it.” You pouted, adjusting your position beneath him to slide your shirt off.

“That’s only ‘cuz I thought you hated me." He sat up a bit to take his own shirt off before returning to plant kisses across your body.

“Ok, hate is a strong word.”

“You’re not denying it.” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

“More like minor dislike. But that’s only because I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I’m sorry." He murmured kissing your jaw, then down your neck. "I think pretty girls make my brain stop working. But I can make it up to you." He slid a hand underneath your unclasped bra and thumbed over the nipple. You let out a small gasp of air. “D'you want me to?”

You nodded, meeting his eyes.

“Use your words.”

“I want you to-oh fuck." Before you could even finish your sentence, his mouth had replaced his hand on your breast. He made sure to keep his eyes on you as he sucked and made warm licks at one breast, making sure to keep the other occupied with his hand.

In any other circumstance, he would never have missed the chance to tease you about your new choice of vocabulary, but he had a different kind of teasing in mind. He had removed his mouth from your breast and was now kissing up your inner thigh, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles over your panties.

“You’re so fucking wet."

He pulled down your panties and worked one finger and then two until his fingers were squelching in and out of your pussy. You'd masturbated before—maybe even masturbated to the fantasy of him fingering you too—but it was nothing like this. His hands were much bigger and roughened by years of combat on and off the field. It was better than you could’ve imagined yourself

“Can I taste it?” He asked, voice hoarse with need. Like if you’d denied him, you might as well have denied a desperately thirsty man water.

Before you could even reply, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He laved at your entrance, relishing in your whimpering his name and your tangling your fingers through his hair. Jason might've loved a good blowjob, but he practically worshiped pussy. Every suck and kiss of your folds was accompanied by his pretty moans.

It was at this point where you felt yourself hurtling towards climax, but before you could get your much-needed release, you felt the warmth from his mouth leave you.

“Please...your mouth,” was all you could say upon regaining lucidity.

“What'd I say about saying please?” He rubbed a knuckle against your mound; You tried desperately to grind on it.

"J-jason," You whined, squirming under him in impatience. He seemed to enjoy watching you writhe to the same degree he loved to annoy you.

Make. Me. Listen.

Technically the bet was still in effect. As long as you spoke to him with confidence, he would listen, right? You sat up, pushing him onto his back to straddle him. His eyes widened, flashing equal parts in anticipation and welcomed confusion as he ran his hands along your thighs and you could feel his length underneath you. You would take care of that later, but for now, you had your own needs to fulfill.

Jason attempted to meet your lips again, but you only pushed him back to the bed again.

"I… want to cum," You declared simply, trying your best to be confident.

"Yea?" He grinned. "I can help you with that. You gonna sit on my face or do you need to ask for permission?"

"No, just—it’s embarrassing," You said almost breaking character. Almost.

He rolled his eyes. "If y'wanna cum, you're gonna need to come closer."

You crawled over him, tentatively hovering above his face scared to accidentally crush him. Once you got into position, he pressed you down resuming his kisses and licks, moaning as he lapped from underneath you.

"Oh fu—I'm gonna cum," you whimpered unconsciously fisting his hair as you ground against him, using his face shamelessly to ride out your orgasm.

When you sat back on his lap, you felt something under some wetness under you. Had he cum just from eating you out?

"Be honest.” Jason was now catching breath, face glistening with your juices, with a dumb smile playing on his pink and swollen lips.

The pure sight of him—messy and pussy drunk—was enough to make you want to sit on his face again.

“You really did wanna fuck me so bad at Game Night.”

"You’re so full of it." You shook your head, humored. Leave it to Jason to crack a joke post-coital. Not that he wasn't incorrect.

“I'm so flattered you hump your pillow at night and think of me. Since you were riding me like one."

"Are you forgetting that you’re the one that lost the bet? I still have a good two months on you."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" He whispered absently rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

"Yes, it should. I can make your life hell."

"Oh really?" His eyes flickered from your lips and back up to your face. That seemed like a risk he was willing to take. From your seat on his lap, you could feel him growing hard again beneath you.

"Yes, really. I was going easy on you."

"You do realize you can’t make me do anything I wouldn’t want to do myself.”

"What about the DoorDash?"

"Well, I ate some of it."

"And the nail polish?"

"I happen to like that color."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, it seemed he had an answer for everything and his smile was growing wider to match every smartass retort.

"Just get over here." You missed the feel of his lips on yours already.

Finding no answer for that, he could only let out a laugh, "Yes, ma’am."

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#brfwrites #the power of titans Jason to make me post fic again lmao #i can still pretend its kinktober bc it summerween hehe #the alternate title for this was Queen Card lol #titans dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #x reader #cross posted on ao3 #Jason Todd

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sanguineterrain · 3 months

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I am FERAL over your knight Jason thought. FERAL!!! Okay check this out: so Jason's ignoring reader because he feels guilty right? Maybe he tried to give them back but the king wouldn't allow it. But maybe the reader misunderstands and thinks they're not doing their "duties" so they make dinner and breakfast and wash his clothes and basically act like a perfect spouse. How would Jason react? 👀

Dear god... I feel another series coming on...

Idkidk, their dynamic is just really interesting to me! it's probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn here. Feel free to send more thoughts about them. I am rotating these two like a rotisserie chicken in my brain.

knight!jason todd x gn!reader. ambiguous time period but just assume it's olden times *gestures vaguely*. tw arranged marriage/forced relationship but it's complicated! jason is full of angst and self-loathing but he's a sweetie as per usual. original post for context.

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The soldier—Jason—has said four words since you've arrived.

The first was "here," which he said whilst handing you a mug of milk. He didn't look at you as he said it, and that morning, he left for a five-day long station. You only know that because he said, after handing you the milk, "I've been stationed."

You realized it was five days when you heard his horse galloping towards the house... five days later.

You haven't initiated conversation because though you're a commoner, and no one ever had much hope for you to become anything but an old spinster, you know not to challenge knights.

But this is fucking ridiculous.

"Do you like veal?" you ask on your fourteenth day here.

Jason is about to leave, his boots half laced. He freezes at your question and looks up.

You stand tall, chin up. This is a normal question. A question a wife would ask her husband, except you're not a wife, and you're pretty sure this soldier isn't a husband either.

"I like veal," he says carefully, slowly. "Would you like me to fetch some from the market?"

Now, this is where it gets tricky. When the king summoned you, he made it clear that you were expected to care for Jason under his rules. You don't know how to navigate this world. You know what couples in your village do, but you don't know what's expected of you here.

"Actually, I..." Jason looks at you. His eyes are very green. He has a surprisingly sweet face under his helmet. "Actually, I was wondering if I could go. On my own."

"Oh."

You brace yourself for arguing or yelling. True, he hasn't raised his voice once, but he also hasn't said much at all. It's like living with a ghost.

"Yes, of course. Of course you can go." He fishes out a pouch of coins and gives them to you. You take it slowly, waiting for him to realize his mistake. He doesn't.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods and watches you walk.

"Wait."

You stop. Here it comes.

"There's a cargo ship in port today. The guards rotate at noon."

He leaves before you can form a thought. You hold the coins, watching blankly as the door shuts behind him. His horse whinnies, and then he's gone.

The market isn't far from the cottage. It's fantastic to be outside again. No one's noticed your absence, clearly, but that's alright. You've never expected more.

You buy a good cut of veal and potatoes and carrots and apples. Jason gave you more money than any cut of meat would cost, so surely he assumed you would buy other food. Why else would he give you so much?

A ship's horn drones in the distance. You're feeling some oranges when you remember his words. A cargo ship.

The sun is almost at its highest point.

"Oi! Either buy 'em or stop feelin' 'em!" the seller snaps.

You roll your eyes and move on from the orange stand. You can see the horizon of where the sky meets the sea from here. Any moment, the guards will change, and the ship will be...

You stop. Was Jason hinting at your escape?

No, he couldn't have been! That's preposterous. Why would he want you gone? The king took you for a reason.

And where would you go anyway? Once you leave, you'd be a criminal forever. You couldn't make a home on your own. And who knows what could happen in between? Pirates, enemy soldiers, anybody could snatch you up.

This must've been a test. A test to see if you would run. That's why he agreed to you going so easily.

No, your escape can't be planned now. Not when you're so obviously uncomfortable, and Jason knows it.

You ignore the ship and go home with your purchases. You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing veal stew. You warm leftover bread over the fire and set a pot of butter on the table.

Jason comes in louder than he has before, humming quietly. You perk up at the sound, happy for the lack of silence.

You set a bowl of stew at his chair and wait by the fire. As soon as he enters the kitchen, the humming stops.

"Welcome home," you say, wringing your hands. "I made supper."

Jason glances at the table, then back at you.

"You came back," he says.

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask, face neutral as you cut the bread into chunks.

"That—did the ship come?"

"Yes."

Jason sits. His face is dirty from training.

"I bought more than veal," you say, and hand him the pouch. "I hope that's alright. We—there were no more potatoes."

He takes the pouch, rubbing the string tied around the top. "You went to the marketplace... and came back."

It's not a question, but it sounds like there might be one behind it.

"Certainly," you say. "I'm loyal to you, Jason. I serve you."

He looks up, blinking rapidly. Then he looks back at his stew.

Oh, right. He's waiting for you to ask permission to sit.

"May I join you?" you ask.

Jason flinches. "You don't... you don't have to ask. I would never stop you from eating."

The words hang in the air. It's like neither one of you can speak right.

You watch him, and he watches you as you serve yourself and sit on the opposite side of the table. Jason takes the first bite, and you eat right after.

"Is the supper satisfactory? Have I done well?" you ask.

Jason stops chewing and sets his spoon down. You're struck by his shift in demeanor. You worry for a moment you've screwed up something as dim-wittingly simple as stew.

His eyes are sad as they fall on you. It's akin to grief, the pain he wears, but you don't know why he's grieving. You silently offer him more bread, pushing it toward him. He takes it.

"Yes," he says quietly and eats another spoonful. "You did. Thank you for supper."

Jason cleans his bowl three times. You have no stew leftover, which pleases you.

But as soon as Jason finishes eating, he gets up, rinses his bowl, and wordlessly leaves.

You don't see him for the rest of the night.

Somehow, you feel lonelier than when you weren't speaking.

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igotanidea · 8 months

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Personal rhythm: Jason Todd x reader

Summary/request: Jason finding out that you've never slow danced before, and he goes out of his way to arrange a dance for just the two of you alone.

thank you @miraculous-panic ;)

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„What do you mean never?”

‘Seriously Jason, it’s a five letter word. One of the most common used in English. With all the books on your account this is not the question you should be asking.”

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It was a Saturday night.

Movie night.

Y/N and Jason facilely decided that after all week of working/vigilanting, some silly teenage drama to cool off and relax would be in place.

And that’s how they ended up watching „To all the boys I’ve loved before”.

Or rather - binging through the whole trilogy.

Or - in other words - giving commentary and laughing at every other silly, cliche scene.

And it was so good and so nice and so peaceful, finally not having a care in the world and just relaxing in each other’s company.

Any other guy would probably complain about the choice and force his way to Fast and furious or some Jason Statham action movie, but not Jason. Truthfully as long as they were both spread comfortably on the couch, his head on her lap, being treated with the most welcomed head scalp massage, he might have watched the Paw patrol or Dora the explorer and not say a word.

However-

All good things must come to an end.

After something around 4 hours they finally reached the prom scene. The choosing king and queen of the ball scene. And the slow dancing scene.

And that changed the serene atmosphere.

„Do you see that Y/N? Come on, this guy can’t even lead her properly. I swear if he was moving like that in a real life poor girl will have her feet trampled.”

„Guess they should have hired you for the scene.” Y/N laughed in response.

„Damn right they should have! After all you were the one to say I remind you of the guy who plays -- what was his name again?” Jason rolled on his back so he could stare up at his girlfriend.

‘PETER!” she laughed as if they didn’t hear that name like 100 times already

„Right! Right, Peter! Of course! Still think I’m way more handsome though-”

„Damn, you’re such a tease Todd!”

„You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to agree with me!” Jason sat up abruptly, turning her head back from him and towards the screen. „Now, watch it carefully and confirm my theory. He doesn’t know how to slow dance, does he?. Seriously, from a girl’s perspective. ‘’

„I --”

„Are you blind now?” Jason smirked at her indecisiveness.

„Hey!” the punch on his arm did nothing to hurt him but was definitely a surprise

„Just admit it! Guys don’t dance like that! This is not the way a girl- a woman-- should be held!”

„How would I know?!” she finally exploded, her emotions pushed forward because of Jason’s obliviousness.

„What do you mean--?”

„I never slow danced!”

‘Never?” now that was shocking. Yes, they rarely dwelt in the past, especially the time frame in which Jason was absent, but how come he never knew about that?! shit, what else did she missed from the teenage/young adult years? And how the fudge he didn’t make it right yet?!

‘Do you want me to spell it out for you?” she rolled her eyes stopping the movie „N-E-V-E-R”

„you’re right it’s a five letter word. One of the most commonly used in English. But to me, in this context, it doesn’t make any sense.” he grabbed her hands pulling her forward to him and looking straight into her eyes, smirking. „That’s bullshit and I won’t be fooled.”

„You’re being fooled by not being fooled.”

„Huh?” damn that girl had some twisted logic on her. „the hell does that mean?”

„It means I’m telling the truth.” she blushed slightly despite her best effort to act cool. It was a bit embarrassing to admit to her boyfriend that she lacked in the experiences of youth.

„No shit!” he laughed

„This is not funny!”

„This is plenty funny!”

„Oh, like you slowed danced before!”

„I didn’t get to go to prom, cause as you might have noticed I’ve been dead at the time--’

„Like I could ever forget that.” she rolled her eyes in annoyance to cover up for the heartache she felt at the memory.

„- I did slow dance.”

„What now?! With who!? Cause definitely not with me!”

„Is someone jealous now?” Jason leaned forward

„You wish Todd!”

„Jealousy is a bad trait, you know. I’d advice you to stop it baby...”

„Or what?”

‘Or I might have to actually help you enrich your experience.”

„Oh really, and how --?”

That sentence was cut by a involuntary squeak as Jason pulled her to her feet, almost causing the girl to crash with his hard chest due to the force.

„Shit, sorry Y/N. Forgot how tiny and light you are.”

„I am--”

„Sh.” the tone of his voice and the gesture of putting his finger to her lips definitely couldn't stand opposition. „don’t you dare saying another word, I forbid you. You are tiny and light. And now, I’m going to make you feel like a fragile princess in the arms of a handsome and brave prince.”

One of his hand found a way to her waist, the other to her shoulder blades, grabbing her firmly but delicately. For some crazy reason she actually did feel secure and loved in his hands. Like nothing wrong could happen as long as she was held like this.

As long as his eyes were focused solely on her.

And it was both terrifying and wonderful experience.

„You can touch me, you know. It’s not like you haven’t done it before....” Jason chuckled at the way her hands hung awkwardly by her sides

„You’re ruining the moment, dipshit!”

„You’re the one using invectives baby. Don’t get any silly ideas in your head. You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that slow dance.”

‘I’m make-up-less and wearing sweatpants.”

„And you’re still the prettiest girl in the world ”

„We don’t have any music.” she objected almost causing Jason to groan.

„Here.” he grabbed her hand and put it to his heart „feel that rhythm?” she nodded „good. Very good. Now this is the only sound you should be focusing on. Cause it resounds for you. You hear me, Y/N?”

„I hear you....” she whispered

„It’s only for you, baby.”

„i thought you weren’t romantic....” his grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer to him, swaying gently right and left, their feet barely moving, but it was still considered slow-dancing for them.

„I’m not. But I can be for you....” he muttered against her hair, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head „You even made me dance, which is enough of a sign that I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

„Can you just be yourself? The guy I fell for?”

„I suppose that can be arranged.” he smiled, even though she couldn’t see it with her face pressed to his chest.

And they would stay in this silence, moving to their own song for much longer if it wasn’t for their cat jumping on the couch, right on the pilot, and resuming the movie on the prom dance performance.

Giving Y/N and Jason a chance to put that scene into reality and adapting it into her their lives.

First time.

With many more to come.

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allthingscons1dered · 1 month

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As someone who grew up with 5 older brothers, I cannot help but think of how older-brother-coded both Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are.

(A/N: It’s not that I don’t love Tim and Damian also, they just give off more younger brother vibes to me. Also, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, please don’t hate me if it’s not.)

CW: None, slight cursing.

So I proudly introduce as my first ever post:

Annoying Older Brother!Dick Grayson and Jason Todd Headcannons:

Batfam x gn!reader

Y’all ever come home from school excited for the leftovers that you’ve thought about all day and FIND THEM GONE?!?! Jason ate them. Just to spite you. And he won’t even play dumb about it either. He will admit it so carelessly.

“Did you put your name on it?” He’ll shrug with confidence. He gives no fucks. He needs that caloric intake.

Jason is that sibling who you’ll argue with until you’re blue in the face and then text you 20min later with no explanation, just: “food?”. (Said argument was probably about the leftovers btw).

And you’ll still go get food with him because, well, siblings.

Dick is an older brother in the way he’s not even the tiniest bit nonchalant. He will 100% tell the cringiest stories about you in front of anyone you bring home. Unapologetically.

Or drop you off at school with the most EMBARRASSING song blasting from the speakers. He lives for it.

Another thing about Jason? He will absolutely barge into your room, flex in your mirror, knock shit off of your dresser, throw something at you, and then leave. Completely unprovoked.

He probably even steals the current book you’re reading from your nightstand.

It will return a day later out of nowhere.

Imagine just chilling on the couch, scrolling on your phone and suddenly you’re bombarded with their presence.

“Is that a *boy/girl* you’re texting?” Jason will ask as he looks over your shoulder, knowing damn well it’s not.

But guess what? Denying it would just make it worse.

And of course, Dick would freak out.

Because why would his younger sibling be dating? You’re way too young; practically a baby in his eyes.

In the case that you’re actually talking up your latest crush, Jason would have the following reaction:

“I don’t give a damn who you date,” But give him ten minutes and he’ll hit you with the classic, “so what’s this kid’s name again?” He will be looking them up later.

I think Jason would try to be the brother who acts like he doesn’t care but would most definitely be over your shoulder 24/7 about a lot of things. Dating being one of them.

One time, my brothers shoved me into a box, taped it shut and then set me on the front porch. These two shitheads would do that— or something similar, like hanging you upside down from a grappling hook— and say, “It builds character.”

Ohhhh, that reminds me. You think the two of them are annoying individually. Think of them both TOGETHER.

You try to avoid being around the both of them at any given time, but it’s inevitable.

Like picture yourself coming home after fighting some D-list villain like Condiment King— because of course everyone else was busy— hoping that no one else is back from patrol.

But no! No, no, no. Why would the world ever want you to be so lucky?

In front of the Batcomputer sits Dick and Jason, there to witness your arrival in your mustard-and-mayonnaise-covered suit. Dick will at least attempt to hide the smile behind his hand.

Jason openly laughs his ass off. Tears will be brushed from his eyes as you glare at his shameless reaction.

“Well, I hope you were able to ketchup to him,” Dick cracks with a grin.

The sound of their laughter follows you as you retreat to the locker room, middle finger raised in their direction.

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simpingforheros · 9 days

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Bring Me To Life

Pairing: Arkham Knight!Jason Todd x Female! Reader

Summary: Destroy the Batman and get his companion back? Jason almost didn't believe Slade until... Warnings: Usage of female pronouns, Nudity (NO smut), Swearing, Character Death, Angst, Resurrection, Infantization ( I didn't know how to better describe this), Unhealthy relationship dynamics, Kinda Dark/Obsessive! Jason, Mentions Electroshock therapy, Implied Brainwashing, Slade being a creep, Mentions of Drug Abuse, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Child Homelessness and unsafe situations, SPOILERS for Death in the Family (Comic 1988) and Arkham Knight.

Author's Note: Hiya Everyone, This is the first fanfic I've written in a while and the christianing fic for this account. I may start a casual little series with this, but I don't know yet. Also any comic and game inaccuracies are either because I forgot or I adjusted it to fit the story.

Also while this post is mostly safe for work, MINORS DNF AND PLEASE READ WARNINGS. I DO NOT AUTHORIZE ANYONE TO STEAL MY WORK OR REPOST IT ON OTHER SITES.

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It was supposed to be him...

Those dark nights he had spent alone on the streets as a child didn't seem so bad looking back on it. Jason understood struggle even when he had lived with his parents who spent grocery money on alcohol and drugs. Living on the streets didn't feel so much worse, especially since he had... "Jason, Mr. Accetta gave me some scraps from dinner rush today! There's even a whole pizza in here!"

Her. His one friend had since he was thrown into this harsh world. She was the only person he knew at the time to never stop smiling or finding a positive outlook on things. He couldn't even remember when they met, but he could hardly remember them being apart.

Whether he was stealing or fighting, she was there as a faithful lookout or a willing accomplice. She taught him how to take tires off of cars like her granddad taught her and he taught her how to throw a punch like his dad used to throw. An unstoppable duo who ran the alley as well as two 11-year-olds could.

The harsh winter nights they spent crowding together were his favorite memories from that time. Even with the bite of Gotham's winds at their toes, his partner would never falter to talk about anything and everything as he listened. She would talk about her dead grandparents a lot and all the stories she had with them before they passed away, but his mind couldn't recall them at all. He just remembers the constant dream that she told him every night.

"One day, Jay, I'm gonna have enough money and get an apartment in Old Gotham..." Jason's nose turns up as he listens to his friend as he bites on his food. "Why Old Gotham? Isn't it just falling apart?"

She giggles as she pulls the oversized coat closer to her shivering body. The jacket was from a relative but the fabric lost those memories as its fibers were now bones. She still had it even after she left the streets...

"Because it's the most beautiful place in the world...I will get an apartment someday and you and I will live there. We can even get like a cat or something."

The familiar burn on Jason's face blooms as he asks, "Why would you want me there?"

"Because it wouldn't be my dream home unless you're there with me."

He wouldn't find out until a few years later that her grandparents used to live in Old Gotham until her grandfather died and her grandmother had to move as she would unknowingly follow her husband not even a year later...

Those nights in the streets melted into nights spent in the warmth of Wayne manor. As the two thieves became kings after a faithful night with the Batmobile, Jason was brought into the world of crime fighting along with his closest friend. As they trained and donned their capes, She would show a new side of herself to Jason. The overly happy young girl from the streets became an anxious teenager as he became angerier.

"Jason..." Her voice woke him up in the darkest of nights. His body ached from the nightly fights from the previous day as he turned to see a familiar sight.

A now 14-year-old Y/N standing in the crack of the door. Her fidgeting figure indicated all he needed to know before he raised his blanket as she scurried to get in the bed. This was a ritual that started when they moved in. Both would grow anxious at night as they went from the open streets to a large, confining manor. Alfred almost had given up on trying to scold the teens as they were found sharing a bed more times than being separated.

As she curled into his side as much as she could without hurting him, he could practically hear her mind tinkering as her E/C eyes stared into his chest.

There wasn't the need to discuss what was on her mind. At least not right now. She was concerned about the growing tension between Bruce and Jason. He was becoming reckless and Bruce was having none of it with her often getting dragged into the middle of the fights.

He hated that he never tried more...

It shouldn't have surprised him when all the conflict had finally caused a break in the family. Especially when Jason began looking for his birth mother. Y/N tried to be supportive of him as he investigated his leads. Those leads eventually led to Jason reuniting with Bruce as he investigated a possible arms trade in Lebanon. The reconciliation and the prospect of finding his mother left him blind to any form of common sense, but what kind of common sense could a fifteen-year-old make in the life they lived?

He should have listened to her concerns when they finally found Sheila Haywood, his real mother. Y/N had a bad feeling from the start but he dismissed her worries. Jason had no clue that the night he was supposed to meet with Sheila was gonna end up being one of the worst nights of his life....

"Jason, maybe you should wait for Bruce to be here so he can come with you." She suggested softly.

His eyes roll as he adjusts his costume. "Because it's none of his business. I'm just meeting with my mom and talking out some stuff..."

He didn't tell her about the blackmailing he witnessed earlier that day between his mother and the Joker. But, he would find out later that she already knew about it through Bruce.

Her hand reaches for his shoulder and pulls him around to face her. "I'm serious. You shouldn't meet with a woman you barely know in some fucking warehouse in the middle of nowhere!"

Jason can remember the hurt he felt when he heard her snap at him, Oh, how angry he got with her when all she wanted was to protect him. He remembers yelling at her the worst thing he thought he could say to her.

Why the fuck did he ever say that to her?

"I'm sorry your parents didn't want anything to fucking do with you, but I'm not gonna let your bitter ass ruin my shot to be with mine."

He remembers the hurt that filled her eyes and the string of regret pooling in his gut. With a fake smile on her face and tears pooling in her eyes, Y/N says softly,

"Okay...I'm sorry," The sharp sting in his neck as she pressed the vial of sedatives Bruce gave her into his veins. "I'm sorry to do this, Jason, but Bruce said you wouldn't go down that easily."

Jason couldn't remember what he said after the spark of betrayal hit him, but he hated himself that the last time he saw those eyes they were clouded with the tears he caused....

"Y/N! Please talk to me!" Jason begs into the coms as he rod on the back of the motorbike with Bruce.

He should have known. Her instincts are never wrong and he doubted her.

When Bruce found him unconscious and told him about how Joker was involved in all of this, Jason should have known that it was all a trap. His mother wasn't a poor blackmailed soul, she was a conniving bitch who profitted.

He also should have known that Y/N was gonna go meet with Sheila instead of him. Where the Joker was waiting for her.

"Y/N, please. Please be okay...." He begged to the coms as he can only think about what he said to her the last time they spoke.

"J...Jason...."

"Y/N!" Relief washed over him like a wave as he heard her voice. Her broken pained moaned of his voice made him sick as he tried to at least rationalized that at least she was alive. "Don't worry, honey. We know where you are and we're coming to help you."

He didn't know that she was laying battered and broken against the locked door as she stared at the bomb that was ticking away on the wall. Her labored breaths blocked out the ticking on the comms as she whispers out.

00:12

"Do you remember the apartment?..."

"What apartment? The one you talked about in the alley? Why are you-?"

She interupts him, he can hear the familiar curl of her smile in her pained voice as she whispered,

"I wanted it to have a window facing the east end...the stars always looked pretty over there..."