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Guardian Knight: Pt. 1

Pairing: Arkham!Jason x Wayne!OFC

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut/ lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Mia Wayne had been finally getting her life back together after Arkham City. But, when Scarecrow threatens to cover the city in Fear Toxin, it's thrown back into chaos with the appearance of a mysterious figure: The Arkham Knight.

Tags: enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, kind of a slow burn(?) fem!OC, depictions of violence, kidnapping, mentions of torture, mention of previous kidnapping, PTSD symptoms, lost lovers, past trauma, blood and violence, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut/angst, lots of angst, canon-typical violence, self-reflection, vaginal sex, foreplay, nipple play, all the good sex stuff happens further down the road.

Part 2 >

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Playing a set at Time Bomb is a big deal to small time bands in Gotham City. Not only the most popular rock club in the city, many artists have been “discovered” there. So, Mia and her friends felt more than elated when their manager, Chloe, told them they’d gotten a time slot there. What sweetened it for her was the fact that the manager liked Galaxy’s sound; not because he knew Mia’s last name. Mia couldn’t stand it when club owners and promoters saw her full name and put her on their stage.

Because being a Wayne means something in Gotham, and she hated that.

“Dude, that was so awesome!” Renee beamed from inside the van, breathless and still high on adrenaline. Her drumsticks sticking out from her studded belt, the drummer took a seat in the back of the van on top of a case. “Did you feel the crowd’s energy? They loved us!”

“The manager might even have us this weekend,” said the short, skinny woman beside her. Alexa cut her auburn hair to her chin and highlighted it with neon green, which always stood out when she played her bass. “Imagine that,” she knocked at Mia’s shoulder from behind, “A weekend slot at Time Bomb.”

“They said that?” gasped Jude, the driver and guitarist. Her long braids interwoven with pink and blue contrasted with her ebony skin, and her silvery makeup brought out her brown eyes. She made a turn into the street and glanced into the rearview mirror.

“Chloe told me,” Alexa replied. “She said he really liked our sound, and would be interested in having us again. This could be it! This could be our big break, right?”

“Definitely,” said Renee. “I heard those Soundwave dudes played a few times and then they got signed.”

“Soundwave? Really?” Jude asked, disbelief in her voice. “Those guys suck though. Their lead singer is pitchy and they’re always out of tune.”

“Auto-tune goes a long way these days,” Mia smirked.

She thought back to the dimly lit club with its orange lights and tiny stage. There’d been no barrier between her and the chaotic energy that filled the room. As she strummed her power chords and sang into the microphone, she felt an instant connection. In the half hour they played, she became one with the audience. They’d come together for that time, to experience the same emotions, and become a single movement. She’d been anxious that people might not react like she hoped; she worried they wouldn’t like their band, Galaxy. But, when she played those first few seconds of their beginning song, the mood instantly picked up. The three years her band had been floating from club to club, putting out demo after demo, finally produced results. She’d always worried she might have to give it up and become a corporate slave like the people at Wayne Enterprises.

‘No, that’s way too boring for you,’ Bruce’s amused response to this worry came to mind.

The image of her older brother reminded her of something else. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Alfred’s number and waited for him to pick up.

“Evening, Amelia,” the posh English accent that brought on a hint of comfort came through the other end, “I’m assuming by the hour you just remembered to call me?”

“Not entirely true,” she responded. “We finished our show a little bit ago, and now we’re gonna go eat at the diner.” Despite being twenty-one and no longer living at home, Mia felt wrong not calling Alfred whenever she went out. Perhaps years under his and Bruce’s constant protection made it a force of habit. “Ah, I wish you’d been there, Alfred. It was amazing. The crowd loved us, and the club manager did too. Chloe said we might get a weekend spot there.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “You and the girls work tremendously hard. It makes me happy to see all those hours are finally paying off.”

“Is that Alfred?” asked Jude from beside her. When Mia nodded, she beamed, “Hey Alfred!”

“Alfred!”

“Hey Al!”

Alfred chuckled hearing them greet him. “The gang says ‘hi’,” Mia laughed.

“Give them my best and congratulations,” he replied. “I do hope you do not indulge too much tonight, Amelia. You have an appointment with Dr. Lewis tomorrow.”

“I know,” she said. “I have it on my calendar. Dr. Lewis at noon. I’ll be there. How’s Bruce?”

“Broody as ever.”

“Not what I meant,” she tried putting her true intention behind the phrase. “Just because I don’t live at home doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed when I see him. If anyone should be seeing Lewis, it should be him.”

“You know your brother, Amelia,” he replied. “He’s…He’s not the same. Ever since Arkham City…I think we should discuss this tomorrow at the children’s Halloween party. You shouldn’t ruin your special night with this.”

“Will he be there?” she asked. “I haven’t seen him in a while. The people at the orphanage would be really happy if he showed up.”

“I’ll get him to come,” he said. He then tsked, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go, Amelia. Your brother is home.”

“Alright. Love you, Alfred.”

“And you, Amelia.”

She hung up, and then Jude spoke. “Still not talking to your brother?”

“More like he doesn’t talk to me.”

“Well,” Alexa said, “You guys went through something incredibly traumatic. I can’t imagine he really wants to talk to anyone right now. I wouldn’t either, if I were you guys.”

“But I’m his sister,” she reasoned. “I think if there’s anybody who will get what he’s going through, it’s gonna be me. He wasn’t the only one they threw into Arkham City. He wasn’t…”

He wasn’t the one The Joker kidnapped. Mia flexed her right hand absentmindedly, feeling the tingle of a phantom pain there still. The physical therapist told her she may have them from time to time, but that it is common with traumatic injuries.

A few weeks after the opening of Arkham City, she and Bruce spoke against the enormous super-prison built in the middle of Gotham. It was meant to keep all the criminals, super-criminals, and run of the mill thugs away from law abiding citizens. Some politicians backed the idea, since they believed it’d help lower crime in Gotham. Yet, her and her brother felt entirely different about it. It’d been one of the few times she’d used her last name to make any sort of change; reporters kept mentioning how “the elusive Amelia Wayne” would be speaking at the press conference. She advocated left and right against the prison, telling people how dangerous and morally wrong it was. Gang leaders and their armies sat in the middle of Gotham, like a pot waiting to boil over, and it put people in danger. This political campaign caused both she and Bruce to be arrested and taken to Arkham City.

Then all hell broke loose.

“There’s something he’s not telling me,” she continued. “I can tell.”

“What do you think it is?” asked Jude.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, “But he hasn’t been the same since we came back. He’s withdrawn, distant and closed off from me. He’s always working and is rarely home, according to Alfred.”

“Again, traumatic event,” repeated Alexa. “It’s a side effect. My dad told me a lot of the political prisoners are in a similar way since coming out. He said that they’re suffering from PTSD. Maybe Bruce has that too, which I wouldn’t blame either of you if you did.”

“Maybe.”

Honestly, Mia could not put into detail what she really believed because nobody knew her brother’s secret identity. The Joker injected her brother with his Titan infected blood, which had nasty symptoms and nearly killed him. He told her he’d gotten the cure in time to save himself, but not the Joker. She recalled his pale face, bluish veins creeping from the sides underneath his cowl. He’d been weaker, she remembered. Yet, he’d still managed to save her despite how the infection crippled him. He tried convincing her that he’d been fully cured and no longer suffered symptoms. Yet, her instincts told her otherwise.

“How’s your hand?” Jude questioned her as the van continued driving through the busy streets. “It didn’t bother you during the show, right?”

“Nah, not really,” she replied. “It’s healed up pretty well.” She sighed, “Not being able to play was the worst part of the whole thing. I thought I’d lose my hand forever.”

“Well, they did break pretty much every bone in it.”

“At least one good thing came out of that shitshow,” Renee said. “That Joker dude is dead.”

“Yeah, there’s at least that.”

But, he’d almost survived. Mia couldn’t believe Bruce considered saving him once again. It became an old song-and-dance between them: Joker commits a crime, Batman puts him in jail, and he breaks out to do it all over again. She understood her brother’s moral code against murder; he wouldn’t be any better than the people he puts away, if he did kill. But, sometimes these criminals deserved it. They ruined so many innocent lives, and always managed to escape justice. True justice. Mia wondered if many murder scared him; meaning if he killed someone, he may never stop. She didn’t want Batman to kill wantonly or torture these criminals. But, is it real justice if they never stay in prison that long? Arkham City might’ve been a “super prison”, but it was a prison. Prison breaks are far too common in Gotham to let one be built in the heart of the city. If she and Bruce hadn’t campaigned against it, chaos would’ve flooded the streets.

“Let’s forget it,” she dismissed, “And get some food. I’m freaking starving.”

“Me too,” said Renee. “I could destroy a plate of pancakes right now.”

“Pancakes for dinner?” questioned Alexa.

“Haven’t you ever heard of ‘breakfast for dinner’?”

Mia let her friends debate about breakfast for dinner and watched the city rolling by her window. Gotham City was a city that never slept. It thrived and teemed with life, people always coming and going, businesses always open and the world constantly turning. She preferred the lively place over the quiet tomb of Wayne Manor outside the city limits. She'd wanted to protect Gotham when Arkham City first came about. It was her home, and considering the city's affliction of insane super-criminals walking about, a breakout would've been devastating. Bruce was lucky enough to have his Batman persona, but she had nothing. When she protected Gotham, she did it with her real face and name.

“...Yeah, but Renee, pancakes are a breakfast food…”

“Ah, that’s just the food industry telling us what to eat…”

While she may have not had the equipment or martial abilities of Batman, she did what she could. She’d helped many political prisoners find shelter in a makeshift shanty town, and managed to fight off thugs for food packages. Mia couldn’t stand by and let people go hungry like that, especially innocent people who happened to know too much. Unfortunately, these acts of kindness blew up in her face when she came across Joker’s thugs posing as political prisoners. She shivered, recalling how one grabbed her roughly by the hair, fingers grasping her black curls by the roots. He’d knocked her out with a single punch, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. When she came to, she was in the Sionis Steel Mill where The Joker stationed his headquarters.

“Yeah, because everything is a corporate conspiracy, right?” Jude chimed in, smiling at her. “Like when you said the government is flying secret aircrafts above us, sprinkling hallucinogens over the city.”

“They are!” Renee exclaimed.

They finally reached Miagani Island and her stomach rumbled. She forced herself to focus on dinner rather than what happened when she woke up in the smelting chamber of the steel mill. The painted faces of the Joker’s henchmen mocked her in her nightmares. Their laughter and glee only created dread for her, churning her stomach constantly. They’d originally kept her tied to a chair, where they slapped, punched, degraded and humiliated her. Knuckles broke through skin and crushed bone; cigarette butts tracked up her arms and parts of her chest, and the worst of the worst. One of them took a crowbar to her right hand, smashing it like a piece of glass until the bones splintered and split through skin. She’d never felt pain like it before. Simply moving her fingers pained her for weeks. When they hung her from the ceiling, they only used the left arm.

“...They were doing government experiments with patients in Arkham Asylum. You know, to use in chemical warfare…”

It nearly dislodged her arm from her shoulder. She tried keeping herself up to put weight elsewhere, but it only hurt more. They’d slammed their fists into her ribcage, and took pipes to her legs. Mia never once begged for her life. She did not let them see her watery eyes or the winces of pain. In fact, she often spat back insults at them. She knew showing weakness would only encourage them to keep going. Pain burned and throbbed in her entire body, and she wondered when Batman would show up. Arkham City was not very large; it stretched only a few blocks. He’d find her quickly enough, she’d believed. She knew she only needed to outlast her attackers. A cloud of blurry memories rolled over her once again, as it did whenever Arkham City entered her head. Visions of a dark figure appearing out of seemingly nowhere filled her waking moments. Having floated in and out of consciousness, and the dimness of the mill, she never saw their face.

“...Not gonna lie, I wouldn’t put it past them. Arkham was such a creepy place, and always dirty and gross…”

She tried remembering who exactly saved her that night. Bruce’s face came to mind whenever she recalled the looming figure who lifted her off the ground. It was the only logical explanation she conjured up. To consider the alternative was downright ridiculous and unfathomable to begin with. They’d been strong enough to carry her from the boiling hot smelting chamber to a crawl space between the chamber and another room. Only Bruce would’ve done that for her. When she’d questioned him about it, he told her he’d found her there after tracking her location. He thought she’d somehow managed to crawl there on her own, and hide until it was over. He acted strangely when she mentioned someone saving her; he told her she must’ve imagined it under duress.

Who were they?

Why did they save her?

Why keep their identity a secret?

She supposed she’ll never have an answer.

“...And have you ever looked at a dollar bill? There’s some spooky stuff going on on the dollar bill, man. The pyramid, the eye, the presidents they used,” Renee said, “The illuminati is real, my guy.”

“It is not.”

“It is!”

“Oh thank god, Pauli’s!” Jude interjected, driving onto the diner’s street. “I’m dying, dude.”

“Woah…What happened?”

Mia noticed it first. Several police cars, ambulances, and news cameras sat parked around the small corner diner. A shoot out or a robbery were her first thoughts until they parked in a space right across from the scene. Renee and Alexa squeezed themselves between Jude and Mia to see the bodies being carted out in gurneys. They clawed at anyone who came near them, snarling and snapping their teeth like rabid animals. Others trembled, convulsed, and screamed from their restraints. It frightened her.

“Gang fight?” Alexa guessed.

“Nah, they don’t bring out that many cops for a gang fight,” said Jude.

“Those people look tweaked out,” Renee noted as they watched one man claw at his skin before ambulance workers stopped him. “Maybe it was a bad batch of LSD that got spread around.”

“Or something way worse,” Mia said, dread starting to fill her insides.

“I’ve been trying to tell you guys,” Renee began, “Government chemicals. They’re slowly killing us-”

“-Not now, Renee,” Jude intervened.

Mia then noticed one woman stumbling away from the scene. She gasped at the woman’s bloodied clothes and crazed expression. Skinny legs staggered around on the damp pavement, walking right into the middle of ongoing traffic. So preoccupied with other victims, nobody noticed the woman batting at the air and scratching at her own body. Mia noticed how dangerously close cars came to hitting her right before one of them clipped her, causing her to fall to the ground. Instinct propelled Mia to open the door.

“Mia, where are you going?!”

She didn’t hear Jude as she dodged honking cars to reach the woman in the middle of the street. Mia gasped at the large wound on the side of her head, likely a result of her fall. Yet, the woman might have put her head on a pillow for all the notice she took. She continued trembling, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“It’s okay,” Mia told her, trying to steady her bruised and broken hands. Had she been in a fight? “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Ge-g-get-t-t th-the-em of-off me!” she cried, squirming and making her wound worse. “Get them off me! The-They burn, please! Get them off me!”

“Hey, can I get some help over here?!” Mia called people nearby, and saw paramedics pick up their equipment right away. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be okay,” she reassured her, though the words went unheard.

Mia saw her skin, sickly pale and marked by scratches and more bruises, and her fear grew. Bloodshot eyes looked around frantically, and the victim screamed when paramedics surrounded her. This is Gotham, and there is only one person she can think of who’d do this. Her first instinct was to hold her breath.

“Dude, that is insane,” Jude came up beside her first, the both of them watching the medics taking the wounded woman away. “I’ve never seen drugs do that to someone before. Did you see her eyes? Scary stuff.”

“It wasn’t drugs,” Mia said, letting out the breath. “That isn’t anything normal.”

“Biochemical?” she guessed.

“Something like that,” she agreed. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Pizza?”

“Pizza.”

Mia couldn’t focus on anything else. At Lil’ Pies Pizzeria, she found it hard to enjoy the saucy, cheesy goodness that was a Lil’ Pie’s pizza. Visions of the injured woman flashed through her mind as she idly bit into her first slice. She’d never seen anything like it before. She’d seen people have a bad acid trip or take too much ecstasy, but nothing like what those people suffered. The intention behind this attack was malicious. It was downright evil and chaotic. Gotham has no shortage of super-criminals who came out of the woodwork when Batman first appeared. All dangerous, and each one more ridiculous than the last. The Joker died several months ago, so now a new villain must take his place. She guessed Scarecrow plans to be that new top dog. Bruce was no doubt already working on the case, since he always seems to know things before she does.

“The place looked torn apart,” Alexa said, washing down a breadstick with a soda. “Like a huge brawl happened in there.”

“Nah, that wasn’t a brawl,” Jude shook her head. “That was a damn slaughterhouse. That lady Mia helped had broken bones and blood all over her, but she didn’t look like she felt it. She was so messed up, it’s like the pain didn’t bother her.”

“Or the toxin seeped in through her skin and made her numb to anything else,” Mia heard herself say before eating more pizza.

“Toxin?”

“You guys aren’t stupid,” she said. “It was Scarecrow.”

“Which one is that again? I get those guys mixed up,” asked Renee, trying to catch a string of melted cheese in her mouth.

“He’s the one with a bag on his head,” answered Alexa. “My dad used to ‘treat’ him. He had this thing with, like, chemicals and stuff. He said he could make people do some crazy shit, so I’m not surprised.”

Mia’s phone buzzed in her pocket while the others continued discussing what they saw. She expected another check-in from Alfred, but was surprised to see Bruce’s name.

“Who is it?” Jude asked, noticing her pause.

“It’s my brother…” She answered the call. “Bruce?”

“Are you home?” her brother’s deep, firm voice said in her ear.

“No, I’m at Lil’ Pies,” she said, suspiciously. “What’s going on, Bruce?” She already knew the answer.

“Turn on the TV.”

She looked around for the small television in a corner, and went up to the bar. A breaking news story came up on the television right as the waitress turned up the volume.

“-Devastating news coming out of Miagani Island tonight. Patrons quietly enjoying their meals suddenly became involved in a nightmarish, bloody attack…”

Along with the report came security footage of inside Pauli’s diner. It was worse than she originally assumed. People tore each other apart like animals, jumping over tables and chairs and violently bashing one another. Mia spotted a glimpse of the woman from the street, who’d slammed a man’s head into a table multiple times before being tackled by someone else. She gasped when she saw gunfire. She’d been about to tell Bruce her suspicions when the broadcast was suddenly cut off. Against a backdrop of black, a man in a ragged hood covering him in shadow came on the screen. Her body froze in place, and she couldn’t look away from him. Scarecrow used to wear a rucksack over his head like a real scarecrow, but now, he didn’t wear one. He’d instead shaved and cut around his lower mouth, resembling cloth instead of skin. It disgusted and terrified her.

“This demonstration used just five ounces of my latest toxin,” he said, voice rough and scratchy. “Tomorrow, this will seem like child’s play. Gotham, this is your only warning…”

And then it cut off back to the news. Mia felt the instant panic set within the small pizzeria. It thickened the longer people murmured amongst themselves.

“Bruce,” she said, keeping the shakiness out of her voice, “What do we do?”

“I want you home,” he ordered. “You’re staying in the Batcave until we figure out what he’s up to.”

She shook her head. Her chest tightened at the thought of stepping back into Wayne Manor. She couldn’t go back there. She couldn’t walk through those halls or sit in the rooms without another terrible feeling. Her work with Dr. Lewis is going so well; she doesn’t want to ruin it now by opening old wounds.

“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head.

“You can and you will,” Bruce replied. “We don’t know the extent of this toxin or how bad it can be, but if we look at his track record, it’ll get bad. I’ll have Alfred come pick you up, and you’ll come home.”

“I don’t need to go there. I can go crash with Dick or somebody else in Bludhaven-”

“-That might not be enough,” he said. He paused for a moment, then he said, “Mia, I know why you don’t want to be here. I know it will not be easy for you; it wasn’t easy for me for a long time. But, I don’t want you anywhere else.”

“I can’t go there,” she said, shaking her head. The mere thought of walking back into the mansion made her palms sweat. “I can’t. He’s…He’s all over that place. Everything there reminds me of him. I can’t be there. It’s not good for me to be there.”

“Jason would want you to be safe.”

She swallowed back the lump in her throat. As if her recent traumas did not haunt her enough, now this turned its ugly head at her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She knew he was right, of course. The Batcave is the safest place in Gotham, and whatever toxin Scarecrow concocted won’t penetrate the far away, underground caves. But, the idea of walking into that house and recalling every memory she ever had of Jason Todd made her cry.

Because, how can you forget your truest love?

“Alfred will pick you up tomorrow night,” he instructed when she didn’t respond. “Start packing your stuff.”

Like hell, she would.

****

“Amelia, please, do not make this difficult. Your brother implores you to come home. You’ll be much safer there.”

As expected, Alfred appeared at her door the following night. She guessed he’d spent the day preparing the house for her arrival, and whatever prevention protocols Bruce put in place. He also mentioned the traffic out of the city being impossible to navigate. She stood in her small bedroom, putting changes of clothes into a black duffle bag to prepare for a long stay in Bludhaven. Jude told her a cousin of hers had rooms for them to stay in, so that is where she wanted to go.

“I don’t want to go there, Alfred,” she told him, doing her best not to meet his eyes. If she makes eye contact, her guilt will weaken her decision. “I can’t.”

Mia felt him watching her from the doorway, and it made her anxious. He didn’t understand. He most likely thinks she’s being ridiculous and overreacting. To him, Jason’s death happened so long ago. It is a wound that should have healed itself by now, and to behave so stubbornly about going home is childish. She wanted to tell him how every inch of that mansion reminds her of Jason. She wanted to say how she can’t walk past his bedroom door without a ball swelling in her throat. She couldn’t sit in any of the rooms. She couldn’t enjoy the garden or the motorcycles or the cars or anything else. Jason Todd seeped himself into the wood and stone of her family home. He became a ghost that continued to haunt her when she let him. Mia wouldn’t detail those dark nights, when she’d bought a bottle of liquor to drown out the demons screaming in her head. She started packing up her guitar, a fender model painted black and white, into its long case. Even the guitar reminded her of him.

“Amelia,” Alfred said gently, “I know how difficult Master Todd’s death was on you. He was your first real love. His passing-”

“-He didn’t ‘pass’, Alfred. He didn’t get sick and die. He didn’t get into an accident. He was murdered,” her voice cracked from the strain. “He was tortured and murdered by the Joker.”

He’d plagued her in the steel mill too. Whenever Joker’s thugs slammed a fist to her face or took a bat to her stomach, she wondered if Jason felt the same pain. Was it worse? Did he hurt as badly? It broke her apart to imagine him in her place, tied to a chair with barbed wire digging into her skin little by little. She flexed her left hand subconsciously, the memory of a crowbar breaking each bone sending shocks through it. She saw it more clearly in the bedroom lights, thin scars slashed around the knuckles and joints on her hand. She shuddered.

“And that was severely traumatic for you,” he said. “It is something you haven’t completely moved on from; neither has your brother. He feels equally guilty for what happened to Master Todd, and how we’d been too late to save him.”

“We didn’t try hard enough!”

“You know that is not true,” he replied sternly. “All of us exhausted our resources trying to search for him. If we’d caught even a whisper of Master Todd, we would have gone right to him. I know you would have gone running without a second thought. Don’t think I don’t know about you scheming your way onto Arkham Island that night The Joker escaped custody.”

A pang of guilt hit her chest. In an act of torment, Mia visited Arkham Asylum to search for clues. Her insides told her she’d find the answers she needed there. It’d been during the desperation days, when she couldn’t accept Jason’s death. She’d gone to the institution under the guise of interviewing Dr. Young for a college essay. It was partially true. She’d snuck away from the visitor’s building into the rest of the island disguised as a doctor. Mia recalled her nerves up to the ceiling the entire time she snuck around. Night shift at the island wasn’t as packed, so she moved around relatively easily. Her gut told her she’d find something. She’d find a crumb, a scrap, a little piece to prove her search is not in vain. Mia fooled herself into thinking she could feel Jason through the walls. Her soul could feel his throbbing somewhere beyond the concrete walls. She knew he was alive; she would’ve known if he’d died. Her brain tricked her into believing she’d come upon him in some hidden space, injured but alive. Even when she found nothing, she did not lose hope. Unfortunately for her, Bruce showed up with the Joker that night and dragged her to the dock to be taken home.

“You put yourself in immense danger to search for Jason,” he continued, his hands on her shoulders to turn her around. “You went to the absolute pits to learn what you could. You talked to the scum of this city, putting yourself at risk because of it. You looked for Jason much longer than any of us. I remember you planning trips to other cities when you thought he might’ve been smuggled out of the city.” He gave her a sad smile, “I know how deeply you loved him. His murder still weighs heavily on your heart, and I understand it is a pain that’ll never go away. But, you must find your way past it. You must find a way to heal and move on.”

“I did move on,” she said, not entirely convinced of herself. “He only crops up in my head sometimes.”

Like in Arkham City, when she imagined him swooping in to rescue her. When her mysterious savior came to her rescue at last, she’d thought it might be him coming back to her. But, that is ridiculous. Jason Todd was dead, and she learned to live with that. Putting her guitar to the side, the vision of a cowl in the shadows swam back into her mind. The gentle way they’d handled her reminded her briefly of Jason, who’d carried her home after she twisted her ankle in the garden. He’d stayed by her side the entire time, treating her like a sick patient instead of a simple sprain. She imagined her knight staying posted near her crawlspace like a sentinel, even if her brother claimed to find nobody else.

“Which is normal and understandable.” Alfred brought her into his arms, and she let herself be comforted by him. “Ah, you two…you’re more alike than you care to say out loud.”

“Are not,” she scoffed.

“Are too. I used to tell your mother you’ll both be two sides of the same coin,” he chuckled softly. “Bruce is always the calm and collected one and always has several plans in place for all scenarios. You’re-”

“-A charming rebel with stars in her eyes?” she suggested, doing her best to laugh.

“A free spirit,” he said. “You move with your instincts and emotions. You’re a compassionate, gentle soul who lives by her own rules.”

Hearing herself be described that way left a strange feeling inside. She gently moved out of Alfred’s embrace, and said, “Thanks, Alfred, but I know what you’re doing.”

“What could you possibly mean by that?” he asked innocently.

“I’m not going to the manor.”

He stared at her for a moment, then tsked, “Fine, if you insist, I can’t stop you. Let me take you to the evacuation site at least. I want to know you’re safe.”

She waived, knowing to resist is pointless. “Alright, but I’ll be watching you,” she squinted her eyes at him suspiciously, then giggled.

“As expected.”

He left her to finish packing, and she took a minute to stare around her apartment. Small, with mismatched furniture in warm tones, Mia liked her one bedroom place. It felt like it belonged to her whereas Wayne Manor belonged to her family. She knew people who’d love to have the last name ‘Wayne’, and have access to floods of wealth. Mia wanted to tell them it’s overrated. Mia didn’t flash her family’s money around like people she used to know. She makes her own money playing gigs and having shifts at the bar down the street. She didn’t want to depend on Bruce or their money. The only times she’d put her “Wayne bucks” to use was the charities she helped out. She gave to homeless shelters, non-profit organizations, hospitals, schools and orphanages. Unlike the elite of Gotham City, she didn’t need to hold press conferences to prove her charitable nature.

It’s what Jason liked about her.

Going back to packing, she wondered where her Arkham City Knight might be tonight. They seemed like the type to stick around after everyone evacuated. She couldn’t stop herself from picturing a hooded figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop or speeding down the streets like her brother does. They might be able to help him. Perhaps she may run into them, and she can ask them to aid Bruce. He will need all the help he can get, and her knight proved to be capable of handling tough situations.

She looked around for her MIDI controller, since she’d hoped to produce some new songs at Jude’s place. She thought it might’ve been on her desk near the computer, but she vaguely remembered moving it. Why did she move it again? Yes, because the band wanted to work in the empty warehouse last week. She’d brought it home, too tired to unpack anything. It must be in the closet. Mia went to her bedroom closet, this time putting her attention on the bottom shelves. Moving through old school books, notebooks, compositions and broken equipment, she couldn’t find any sign of the small box. She’d been about to give up until her fingers brushed something in the far back. Mia put her hand on the top, and pulled it out. Then she wished she hadn’t touched it at all. She had the urge to push the box back into the closet, shut the doors, and forget the entire thing. Mia felt stupid for forgetting about the memory box. She’d put it in the back for a reason: out of sight, out of mind.

But, she didn’t want to forget him.

Gingerly, she forced herself to open the plain cardboard box. Hands shaking, she took deep breaths as she looked inside. Photographs, newspaper clippings, and drawings sat on top of a red hoodie. Years of research remained discarded and forgotten in the depths of her closet. Once upon a time, those same papers were pinned to her wall, cluttered her desk and filled her every waking moment. She didn’t have the high technology of Batman or his sidekicks, but she was smart too. She’d spend her free hours putting clues together, seeing the connections and seeking out answers. Mia watched Jason’s death so much each frame became embedded in her brain. The Mia who filled this box had hope. Seeing all of it brought on a new feeling of helplessness. She picked up the first photo she saw.

She almost cried. Jason Todd, the young scrappy boy Bruce brought in from the street, smiled up at her. They sat on a bench at the Botanical Gardens, both laughing at a joke Jason told. Bruce had taken the picture. He’d insisted on chaperoning their first date and Mia couldn’t have hated him more. She argued that she and Jason were often alone, and nothing happened, but he refused to listen. Black hair swished over his brow, dark blue eyes glinted up at her even now. His laugh and smile became distant memories to her. She thought they'd fade with time, but they hadn't. They came as if she'd seen him moments ago.

“No…” she whispered, the bittersweet feeling watering her eyes, “No, I won’t.”

‘Let’s ditch him.’

‘Be serious. He’ll know we’re gone before we’ve gotten to the entrance.’

‘Who said anything about the entrance?’

They’d managed to escape her brother for at least fifteen minutes, and that was all Jason needed. He showed her the special spot where dozens of different types of orchids grew, the sunlight shone through the glass windows on the floral fountain in the center. The flirting instantly became shameless. She’d hoped he might kiss her, but then Bruce appeared and ruined it. Mia never felt anything like the happiness she felt with Jason. A hopeless romantic through and through, he’d blushed a deep red when she first held his hand. He wasn’t very good at poetry, but he’d written one or two just for her. Mia had never been a big book lover or an academic; she found school boring and in the way of her dreams. But, when she met Jason, who loved school and learning, she gave it a try because she wanted him to like her.

She’d never done anything to make a guy like her before, even if he did see right through her.

Mia brushed away the tears on her cheeks, tucked the photo back into the box and slid it into its hiding spot. The band would have to go without the digital equipment for now.

SMASH!

Her heart skipped a beat as her window shattered. The sound of heavy footsteps hitting the floor made her duck back into the closet, shutting the door. Through the closet shutters, she saw several men in red and black camouflage fill her living room. They held military-grade weapons, which looked intimidating. She had no idea who they were, but she had an idea of why they’d come. Fear stiffened her legs, keeping her in place as memories of her last kidnapping came back to her. It couldn’t be happening again. Her eyes stayed on the soldiers as they moved throughout her apartment, unsure of what to do. She tried thinking of how they could’ve gotten into her building without being seen. Then, there was Alfred. What if they’d killed him? He’d been outside waiting on her. Her jaw clenched tightly at the thought. She needed a plan. Any moment, one of them will open the closet door and find her standing there like a statue. Mia scanned her closet for something to use, and then she spotted it.

On a shelf between old books, a small bear trinket Bruce gave her smiled back at her. A birthday present, Bruce explained the cartoon bear was no ordinary knick knack. With a single smash, a bomb would ignite and cover the area in dense smoke. He said it was for emergencies only, and nothing else. When she throws it, she’s supposed to run out the window and signal him on her phone. Mia carefully moved to the bear, and grasped it in her hand. She still flinched when the closet door flung open, a soldier pointing his gun and flashlight at her. The few seconds he’d blinded her was enough to distract her, and let him take her.

“Target has been acquired, sir,” the soldier said, squeezing her arm. “Setting up the exit ramp now.”

As two other soldiers unfurled a slide out of her living room window, Mia took advantage of the distraction. In an instant, Mia threw down the porcelain bear, smashing it to pieces instantly. Thick smoke covered the area and she ducked when their guns went off. Immediately she ran towards the door, her nerves hitching into her throat, before she slammed into a wall. No, not a wall. A man. A tall, broad man in full body armor. His grip tight, he held her in place despite her struggle.

“Let me go!” she grunted, trying to pry his hand off her.

The smoke thinned and she saw her captor. Dressed in black plated armor, it reminded her of Batman’s suit except militaristic. His helmet resembled a cowl, though his face remained fully covered and eyes glowing blue behind a screen shield. He had a white diamond outline painted on his chest with a straight line through the middle. She'd never seen it before. She coughed breathing in the smoke and shielded her eyes from the wisps.

Her savior. Her eyes widened when she took in his pointy-eared helmet once more. It couldn’t be anyone else.

“You…” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”

"Taking you hostage, obviously,” his voice was modulated, disguising it from her.

Too stunned to retort, she let the stranger guide her towards the window. She didn’t understand. This could not be her Arkham City hero. They’d never kidnap her. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. He turned her around and pressed something into her back. No, this isn’t them. Nerves suddenly shot through her back from the cold steel on her skin; it woke up every sensation in her body. No. This couldn’t be happening again. “Walk,” he commanded, butting her with the barrel of his pistol, “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked him.

“You’ll see. Walk.”

“Where’s Alfred?” she asked, panicked. “What did you do to Alfred?”

“Don’t worry about your butler, Princess. He’s fine.”

She didn’t believe him. She knew fighting back was futile, but she did it anyway. Mia kicked and struggled against the stranger, regardless of his tight grip. She cursed herself as the stranger took her towards the window. Mia felt him zip her wrists together in front of her and stick them on a grappling hook. “I suggest you don’t wriggle,” he said, “If you fall wrong, you’ll break your neck.”

“Fuck you, creep!” She kicked his shin, though she doubted he felt it as he pushed her from the window. Her body swayed mid-air sliding down an inflated slide onto the ground. More soldiers waited below and picked her up.

“Alfred!" she screamed as they dragged her to a military truck. Her eyes scanned the street for the familiar Rolls Royce Alfred drove. She spotted it parked in front of her building, but saw no sign of Alfred. "Alfred!" She called to the car, “Alfred! Wake up! Alfred!”

"What did the Commander say?!” one of the soldiers asked her, throwing her into the backseat. “Shut your mouth before we shut it for you!”

“Kiss my ass, douchebag!” She kicked him hard in the stomach, watching him double over. Laying flat on her back, she wriggled towards the opposite car door. She can’t let them take her. She won’t. She needed to get to Alfred. But, the soldier climbed in to stop her.

“You bitch!” his fist slammed in her right cheek, pain immediately heating up her face. The inside of her mouth stung and she tasted blood. “Hit me again and I’ll knock your teeth out.”

“Fuck you!” she spat the blood at him, which earned her another hit.

“Little brat-”

He’d reached for her throat before she slashed her nails across his face. She bucked her hips underneath him, trying to get to the opposite door before the soldier stopped completely.

“Soldier!” she heard their commander call out, and the man scrambled out of the backseat. “What were my orders?”

“Sir, she resisted-”

“-What were my orders?”

“To leave the target unharmed.”

“And what were you doing just now?”

“I was only trying to subdue her, sir. She’s a fighter.”

“Huh, you have no idea. Ride in the secondary vehicle,” he ordered. He turned over to her, blue eyes glowing in the screen shield, “I don’t think she’ll cause me any trouble, will you, Ms. Wayne?”

She took a breath, gritting back the ache before saying, “I’m not making any promises.”

He gave an amused huff. He shoved her further into the car and sat beside her. She searched for Alfred’s car from the backseat, doing her best to see any sign of the old man. Once inside, the commander tenderly took hold of her chin to examine her pink cheek. It reminded her of her savior, but this wasn’t them. She must’ve been wrong. Perhaps Bruce did save her. Perhaps her painful haze deluded her senses, and made her see things that weren’t there. Dr. Lewis said it could be a possibility.

“Does it hurt?” his modulated voice broke her out of her head.

“Don’t touch me,” she yanked herself from his grasp, and glared at him. “What did you do to Alfred?” she asked him again, more firmly.

“Alfred is fine,” he told her. “He was not the intended target.”

“No, but he’d try to stop you,” she spat back. “What did you do to him?”

“We incapacitated him,” he answered, almost annoyed at her inquiry. “He’ll be fine. I can’t say the same for you, though.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she glared, doing her best to keep up her fearless front.

“Yeah, you are,” he chuckled. “You’re just good at hiding it.”

She hated knowing they were right.

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A/N: okay, so this is my first Batman fic ever so any feedback or comments would be appreciated, but even a simple reblog will be good too. Arkham Knight Jason just hits differently, you know? lmao I hope you guys enjoyed this, and keep up with what's next.

#batman #batman fanfiction #arkham knight #arkham knight series #jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #red hood #red hood fanfiction #jason todd angst #jason todd x oc

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madame-fear · 1 year

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AH IDK IF IM TOO LATE FOR THE 500 FOLLOWERS REQUESTS BUT: “you have no idea how pretty your eyes are” with reader saying it to DK! Jonathan (ONLY IF YOURE TAKING REQUESTS!!! sorry if i’m too late😅💜)

— shades of blue

a/n : YES BABY OFC, YOUR REQUESTS ARE AMAZING 😭💕 sorry if this is short !! due to it's length it seems more like an imagine than a one-shot... but hope you enjoy your reading anyways !! ♡

summary : while going through an intense thunderstorm, you certainly find yourself fixed in your beloved Crane's eyes. pairing: dk! jonathan crane x fem! reader

word count : 533 genre : fluff

Droplets of rain hit the transparent, gothic-styled window. Outside, thunders could be heard striking against the grass ground; shaking everything surrounding it with a loud roar, and lightning the grey clouded sky briefly.

Your eyes lifted their gaze from the book that sat on your lap as you rested on the large couch. Your (e/c) eyes were now fixed on Jonathan, who sat crossed-leg on his crimson velvet reading chair right beside the large window, the occasional lightning from the thunders lit up slightly his face. He seemed to be immersed in another world, as his own eyes were intensely focused on the book he held on his hands; “The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, by Carl Jung” it read on the cover of the book. Jonathan was notoriously a cultured man who enjoyed reading a wide variety of books, and you couldn't be anymore satisfied with his presence.

The thin glasses he wore slightly slid down his nose, and as another thunder shook your surroundings, the way it lightened Jonathan's face highlighted his lustrous, cool glaciar blue eyes. His eyes contained a wide variety of shades of blue, and you never realised how bright and stunning they actually were. A deep, peaceful sigh escaped your own lips, as you were immersed in the sight of your special one looking so... graceful.

“You have no idea how pretty your eyes are.” you mumbled, almost mindless, in a nearly whispering tone. His focus was disturbed by your soft voice, his piercing glaciar eyes were raised to look into yours with a genuine loving smile – a small, amused chuckle escaped his lips. It was notorious that before you, he wasn't often used to that type of admiration coming from someone; and he enjoyed receiving it, though he wasn't expressive regarding it. Pulling the book aside on the small table in front of him, Jonathan slowly lifted himself from the reading chair he previously sat on, and made his way towards you, as you still sat on the couch, watching him get near you.

With a broad, purely genuine grin curved on his rosy lips, his body leaned closer to yours; his lips were placed on your forehead, as one of his hands held your delicate cheek tenderly, and the other one was placed on your arm – his thumb lovingly rubbing it. You felt a wave of shiver run across your body, his affection was soft and delicate. Slowly pulling apart from kissing your forehead, with his eyes – which were a pool of shades of blue – he intensely stared down into yours, as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. Though he was utterly amused with the way you so freely expressed your delightful-to-hear thoughts about him, he preferred to keep those greatly joyful emotions to himself.

“And you have no idea how pretty your entire self is, my love. How come I am with someone as perfect as you are?” he softly retorted.

Dr Jonathan Crane wasn't a man of many words, and much less, and expressive one. But he definitely greatly appreciated your love, and he had his own little ways of showing his deep, and genuine affection for you.

♡ taglist : ♡

@nighthawkling @anemicroyalcore @imagine--if @scarecrow-jon-babe @corruqti0n @captainsophiestark

#jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane headcanon #jonathan crane imagine #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow headcanons #scarecrow x you #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow imagine #batman villains headcanons #batman rogues imagines #batman villains imagine #batman rogues x reader #batman villains x reader #batman begins #nolanverse #dark knight trilogy #dark knight trilogy x reader #dark knight x reader #dark knight

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artemiseamoon · 9 months

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Mark of the Beast

The Cursed au ⏰ coming October 2023, to A03

John McBride | Ofc x Pero Tovar | John McBride x Ofc | 🎃Part of Arte’s Frightfest 2023 (link soon)

Summary: In rural France, danger comes to the town of Épilogne, resulting in sporadic disappearances and murders.

Left in a state of confusion and hysteria, there is no peace to be had, even at night as a scarecrow with silver fangs haunts everyone’s dreams.

After a chance encounter between police lieutenant Dufour and pathologist John McBride in the town over, Dufour takes McBride with him to Épilogne, with hope that McBride can uncover the bloody mystery.

📖 read on A03 - link coming in October

Warnings: canon film ones, blood, mild gore, loss and mourning, sexual content, deaths, etc.

Characters

Delphine Garnier

John McBride

Pero Tovar

Background characters

Moodboards & more

More to come! See you in October!!!

#john mcbride #Pero Tovar #John McBride x ofc #Pero Tovar x ofc #The cursed 2021 #The Cursed au #fic: Mark of the Beast #Arte writes #Artemisamoon fics #a03 fics #artes frighfest 2023 #a medium a pathologist and a blacksmith walk into a bar…

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fox-from-malta · 2 years

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Has anyone done a BBC Ghosts x Wizard of Oz AU? I feel like I've seen one... dunno. But here's my take on it I guess xD (might colour the one with the 4 all fullbody)

In this AU, Alison goes to Oz and meets a few familiar faces xD

Kitty is a cat... Thomas as the scarecrow, Captain as the Tinman and Pat as the lion.

Made Humphrey Glinda xD because it would be funny him having an extra bubble for his head.

Mary (even though I didn't want to) is the witch of the west, with Annie being the witch of the east. And Robin as the monkey servant.

Julian is ofc Oz. And Franny well... dunno. Neither Mike, I didn't know who he'd be, but he'd probably be out of this AU as he'd just be back in the human realm xD

#bbc ghosts #Bbc #ghosts #fanart #au #malta #the captain ghosts #pat butcher #julian fawcett #ghosts bbc #the captain bbc ghosts #alison cooper #wizard of oz #wizard of oz au #wizard of ButtonHouse AU

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sheerfreesia007 · 7 months

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Marvel Spooktober #8

Title: Marvel Spooktober #8

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Shang-Chi x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Garb

Words: 1660

Warnings: Haunted houses

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @kpfun

The spooky carnival that had popped up last week was in full gear when you, Katy and Shang-Chi had arrived. The theme for the carnival was frights and scares and the crew did a fabulous job with making everything seem eerie. The lights were dimmed and held an ethereal glow about them in different shades of colors, there was purple, gray and neon green and with the fog machine that they had running throughout the carnival it made the colors glow in the fog. It was all nicely done and you felt yourself falling further and further into the immersive atmosphere. A little bit too much falling into the immersive atmosphere you thought.

The three of you were walking into the carnival as all the dressed up actors milled about trying to scare the carnival goers. You walked in between Katy and Shang-Chi as your head turned from side to side so that you could take in everything around you. One of the actors who was dressed up as a devilish looking scarecrow advanced towards Katy with their arms raised and screaming loudly, causing Katy to jump back into you. Your body gently fell back a step as your hands came up to cradle Katy’s body close to yours as you felt your back gently rest against Shang-Chi’s side as his own hands came up to steady you. Once Katy was righted she began to jeer back at the actor causing you and Shang-Chi to chuckle and shake your heads.

“Yeah! I’d like to see you do that again pal!” Katy called out as the actor moved on from the three of you. You’re still shaking your head when you spot one of the actors standing across the main entryway of the carnival from you, they’re wearing a beige long robe that had a rope belt and a large hood obscuring their face from your view. You shivered as a feeling of unease slid down your back as your eyes stayed trained on the actor who didn’t move or make any noise.

“You okay?” Shang-Chi asked concerned and you darted your head up to stare at him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, do you see that person in the robe?” you ask as you turn back to look at the actor, but when you look back you see that they’re gone. “Oh, I guess they moved.” you said unsure of yourself and Shang-Chi smiled softly down at you. “They were really creepy, completely covered in a beige robe with a hood and not moving at all or making any noise.” you explained and Shang-Chi nodded his head along with your words.

“We’ll keep an eye out for them.” he reassured you and you nodded slightly, feeling uncertain because the actor had disappeared. You began walking along with Katy and Shang-Chi again when you felt something grab onto your hand and you looked down to see Shang-Chi had taken your hand in his, smiling softly you squeezed his hand gently and he squeezed yours back.

The three of you began to continue through the carnival entering some of the themed haunted houses that they had built for the carnival. You had gone through a serial killer themed one where the story was that you were on the run from the serial killer and they had chased you through their childhood home that was filled with booby traps. Katy had been the only one in your group that had “survived” which made both you and Shang-Chi chuckle at her victory dance at the end. As the three of you began leaving the house you spotted Shang-Chi not walking with you and Katy as he was still standing back by the haunted house staring off to the side. You walked back over to him and gently touched his elbow as you gazed in the same direction he was gazing, you didn’t see anything but wondered if he had seen something like you had before.

“What do you see?” you ask him gently and he jolts surprised as his head whips down to stare at you and then back over to where he had been looking.

“I thought I saw that robed guy you saw earlier.” he began to explain and you nodded your head at his words as you watched him frown and then furrowed his eyebrows. “But now he’s gone.” he says softly and you nod your head again as your eyes dart around the area trying to find the robed actor again. You shiver slightly and move closer to Shang-Chi as chill races down your spine and he easily wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re alright.” he promises softly and you nod at him gratefully.

The second themed haunted house you guys went through had a story about creepy dolls, that one really made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fear consumed you as you walked through the house and stuck close to Shang-Chi and Katy’s sides as you made your way through not wanting to be too spooked or scared. Shang-Chi was the most unbothered of your group to go through this house and he was dubbed the winner of the house. But as the three of you were walking out Katy had stopped short right in front of the exit and you had collided with her back as Shang-Chi managed to stop short before colliding with you.

“Woah! Who’s that dude!” Katy called out as she lifted her arm and pointed to someone across from where you all were standing. All three of you stared across the area to the otherside of the exit to see what Katy was looking at.

“What is it Katy?” you asked her softly knowing that she was seeing the robed actor that both you and Shang-Chi had seen earlier.

“Some dude in a tan robe.” she said, sounding slightly in awe as the volume of her voice lowered towards the end of her explanation. “He’s standing right over there. Don’t you see him?” she explained bewildered as both you and Shang-Chi looked where she was pointing. Your eyes darted over to Shang-Chi’s and saw his soft subtle headshake before you responded to Katy.

“We can’t see him now. But we’ve seen him at different times tonight.” you told her softly and ominously causing her to turn and look at the both of you. Her face gave off a confused bewildered look and both Shang-Chi and you nodded in answer to her look.

“Yeah we’ve been seeing him at odd times and he never moves or says anything.” Shang-Chi said to back you up. “And he disappears when we take our eyes off him.”

“What?!” Katy cried shocked as she whipped her head back to look at the robed actor but wasn’t able to find him. “Where’d he go?!” she cried out surprised.

“Told you that he’d disappear.” Shang-Chi said as he shook his head. Katy kept looking around the carnival as you all made your way to the last haunted house, you knew she was looking for the robed actor and trying to see if she could spot him. But it was no use, he was nowhere to be found.

The three of you came up to the last house that you planned on going through and all looked slightly uneasy as you saw it. It was a rundown looking house with busted out windows and siding that was falling off the house. It really made you feel as if you were standing in front of an abandoned house. Your eyes darted over to the sign that normally stood in front of the haunted house advertising what the backstory was for the house but there was none posted. You frowned softly and watched as a group of five people walked up to the house eagerly and then shrieked as they entered the house.

“Are we really going to do this?” Katy asked and sounded very uncertain about it. Shang-Chi shrugged his shoulders and you tilted your head to the side. “Well let’s get this over with.” she said resignedly before walking up to the house. Just as the three of you reached the front door something moved in the bushes next to the door and you turned your head to see the robed figure standing there. Shocked, you halted your footsteps but Katy and Shang-Chi continued on.

“Wait, guys!” you called out as you realized that they had walked in without you. You quickly followed them into the house but stopped short when you walked into a small front room with three different doors leading out of the room and neither Katy nor Shang-Chi were in the room. “Shang-Chi!? Katy?!” you called out hoping to hear from them but there was nothing but silence in response. Moving to the left you opened that door to find a brick wall behind the door, after moving to the middle door you found that one was also bricked up before you moved to the right side door and opened it to find a long dark hallway on the other side. “Guys?!” you called out unsure before stepping through the door.

The hallway was pitch black and you wound your arms around yourself to try and comfort you as fear filled your body. Suddenly there was a loud shriek from somewhere in the house and you jumped in surprise, your hand brushed against the wall and you frowned softly as you felt how soft the wall was. It almost felt like cloth lined the wall. Lifting your head slowly dread filled your body before you came face to face with the hooded figure. Skeletal like hands came up to the edges of the hood and slowly began to pull it back and your mouth dropped open in a scream as a red eyed skeletal face peered back at you. He lunged for you and instantly everything went black.

#my writing #marvel #shang chi #shang chi x ofc #marvel spooktober 2023

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floragators · 1 year

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List of my f/o Fankids

I realized I never once talked about my fankids other then that wattpad book- but yea I have fankids with my f/os!! Heads up, these fankids were ofc both made for fun and for my pure comfort with my f/o. I don’t want any of them to be sexualized or romanticized in ANYWAY.

Strawberry and Orange - Me/Gatia x Whitty

Mango Mearest - Me/Gatia x Girlfriend

Elvira Florillo - Me/Gatia x Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

Pluto and Celeste - Me/Gatia x Hank J Wimbleton

Naciel - Me/Gatia x Saltbaker

Jackie - Me/Gatia x Wizard of Oz Scarecrow

Bonus grandfankid

Hemlock Florillo - Elvira’s son, specifically in Batman Beyond timeline

#my fankids #fankids #f/o fankids #self insert #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #self ship fankid #self shipping

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nana1000night · 2 years

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Werewolves, vampires, lich, and demon foxes Ch.1

It’s the first time I translate my fics about Naruto so... yeah

pairings : Sasusaku, Naruhina, Shikamari, Kakashi x OFC(Suzume)

Have you heard of the Eye of Reincarnation? In another world full of chakra, where there are large and small countries, the five most powerful countries are fire, wind, earth, thunder, and wind, and in the Land of Fire, ruled by werewolves, vampires, liches, and demon foxes, but their ancestors offended the rabbit orc, the goddess of Urantia Kaguya, so they were cursed with.

Whenever the moon is full, each of the four leaders of the four races will lose their sanity and will not be able to remain human until they pass through the Eye of Reincarnation, find their destined mate, and use their tears, blood, and hair to exchange for the antidote with Kaguya, otherwise they will become slaves to their lust forever and will not be able to regain their sanity!

The antidote can only partially lift the curse once, and it will only be lifted after seven chiefs are accumulated.

Legend has it that the Goddess of Usagi once had two children, but during the war, the younger brother became a sacrifice of the power of the moon and his eyes turned white, while the older brother became a sacrifice of the power of the sun and gained the bloodshot eyes.

However, after the war subsided, the people who were afraid of the power forced the brother to divide the power into seven equal parts, which were held by different countries, while the brother returned part of the power to the moon and used the other part to protect his mother and brother.

However, the people's fear of power did not go away, and they gathered to seal the power of the two brothers using alchemy and imprisoned their bodies in the center of the church.

Angry at the loss of his brother, Kaguya could not bear the pain of losing him and turned his hatred into a curse:

The man who starts this massacre with a thirst for blood will become a prisoner of gluttony until he finally learns to gently smell the rose in his arms.

The man who chooses to fight violence with fear of power will become a slave of rage until he finally learns to listen to the mockingbird's song.

The man whose greed for knowledge seals this pair of brothers will leave the mark of idleness until he finally learns to stop and understand the message of the wind.

The man who imprisons the body of a priest for his contempt for life will pay the price of arrogance until he finally learns to pray to the sun and the moon for the sake of others.

The night has come, or rather, it has never left this castle. Tonight is a new moon, a sharp crescent cutting through the thick night sky, but covered by clouds.

In the nearby pumpkin field, a flock of crows flew up from the scarecrow and headed for the forest in the north.

Rough birdsong brought the stench of death and blood, and soon the wolves began to howl into the night

Someone pushed open the heavy door, the bright flash of the crystal chandelier did not disappear, the cold November wind was blocked by the oak door, the visitor took off his silvery white cloak and threw it on the red carpet of the hall with the wind and snow, a few moments later, the cloak disappeared without a trace.

"You're late, Kakashi."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy leaned his upper body on the railing of the second floor and gazed down at the visitor with a slightly dissatisfied look

"I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'm sorry, Sasuke. I had a little trouble with the job and it took me a little longer.

The silver-haired young man known as Kakashi had his left eye covered by blue fabric and the black pupil of his right eye was slightly smiling.

The black-haired boy did not respond, but only locked his eyes on Kakashi's left chest

"You found out; the blood race has a terrible sensitivity to blood.

The object in his arms was gently pulled out of his grey sleeveless soft armor, and Kakashi sighed as he walked up to the second floor.

"I caught it from the Land of Snow, but it doesn't look like a mockingbird."

"The others are waiting for you." Sasuke said this and turned towards the parlor on the second floor.

"So why are you late again, Kakashi? It's finally our three brides' turn to be announced!"

"Kakashi, what's that in your hand?"

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man expressed his displeasure, while the other, with his hair tied back, looked up at the creature in Kakashi's arms

"It's a silver-throated long-tailed tit, I found it.

I found it." "Found it? Let's see... Although the wound was stopped in time, it seemed to be unable to fly for a short period of time, why did you save it, Kakashi?

A simple sweep of the snow-white mass of hair paralyzed Kakashi's hand, Naruto made a brief judgment and then looked at his opponent curiously.

"I say you guys, get ready to start."

Sasuke found a single sofa chair and sat down, his left elbow on the arm of the sofa, holding the weight of his head

After the four of them were positioned, the mirror of the reincarnation eye placed in the center of the parlor, the reincarnation eye on the top of the mirror gradually emitted a purple aura

After a few moments, the pink-haired, blue-eyed girl fell out of the mirror.

"Ah!" The long pink hair covered her face, and when she gradually came to her senses from the dizziness, she found herself in someone's arms, her turquoise pupils facing the blood-colored pupils that had been linked into sharp blades by the three hooks.

"Hey, Sasuke! You're moving too fast! I didn't even get to hold Sakura yet!"

"Sasuke?" The young girl's soft voice is like spring, hiding the noises behind her

"It's Sakura..."

As soon as he put the girl down, the boy felt a weight on his left shoulder.

"I said Sasuke, the mirror of the eye of reincarnation did not say who Sakura is destined to be the bride of Oh, you move so quickly means ..."

The silver-haired young man's flirtatious tone made the girl's cheeks blush crimson, and her blue waves ripple as she looked at her beloved boy, unable to conceal her thoughts.

The "bored." The two words finally spit out, Sasuke walked back to the single sofa chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep

The cherry-haired girl opened and closed her mouth countless times, and finally had to hang her head down helplessly.

"Well, since Sakura is here, it means you have a chance to be Sasuke's destined bride, don't be discouraged..."

The girl's soft pink hair was gently patted, and when he met the dark-haired boy's sharp gaze, Kakashi raised his hands in a timely gesture of surrender

"Oh, and Sakura, could you do me a fevor?"

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this child's condition. She has a high fever that won't go away."

The bird's body was trembling in his arms, and Kakashi's expression was rare and serious.

"This baby bird? How cute! Where did you find her?"

"I found it on the side of the road when I was doing my job."

"Found?" The fluorescent green light coalesced at her fingertips, and the flowing magic wrapped around the wound on the snow dumpling's wing, forcing some black magic particles to squeeze out, regrouping and squirming around the wound.

Sakura didn't dare to be careless and tried to use water magic to remove all the black particles, but when she saw all the black particles enter the water ball, a black hand caught it.

"This is black magic. I'll give you the information about the toxin later, Sakura. I'll destroy this one first."

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.

"What a pain in the ass."

"Thank you for your help, Kagome."

Sakura smiled kindly at Kagamaru before a blonde hair blocked her view

"Sakura, I'm still here! How could you forget about me!"

Naruto puffed up his cheeks and complained that his childhood friend had forgotten him when he saw him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy to see Sasuke, so this is the seventh class of the long-lost life together.

"Yes, all four of us are here, and Sakura is also my destined bride, hehehe ......"

Before Naruto finished giggling, a chestnut knocked directly to Naruto's head

"Don't talk nonsense to me! Naruto, you are always like this, if Sasuke-kun misunderstood what to do ah?

"But ......"

I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you.

"The first thing you need to do is to let the mirror of the eye of reincarnation pick out the rest of the bride, or someone will just leave.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

The second bride, with blonde hair and a large iron fan, emerges from the mirror

"Oh? Sakura?"

"Temari? Even the Princess of Wind is participating in the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation trial?

Sakura sighed at the enormous number of candidates for her destined bride.

"I think it's because someone owes us wind spirits that I'm coming.

"I don't care who it is, it's not you, the troublemaker."

Shikamaru leaned back on the back of the sofa and looked helplessly at the crystal chandelier flashing above his head.

"The actual fact is that you can help you break the curse and pay back the debt for what the wind spirit did back then.

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the curse.

"The actual princess is a good person. Or... haha."

The first thing you need to do is to look at Shikamaru, who continues to play dead, and gently caress the sleeping fits in his arms.

When the third bride came out of the mirror, everyone, including the bride herself, was startled

"Hinata?

"Hey? Naruto-kun? Sakura and everyone, why are you all here? What's this?"

The young girl with the rare all-white eyes, who looked a bit weak and quiet, hunched her shoulders and looked back at the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation with unease

"This is the castle where I, Sasuke, Kakashi and Shikamaru live, and you, too, are here as the chosen bride?"

"The, the choosen bride? Does that mean... Am I going to be Naruto's bride?"

The shy indigo-haired girl's face was like freshly boiled hot water, and steam was coming out continuously.

"Hina, look at your outfit, are you a priest of the temple now?"

Sakura looked at Hinata's beautiful purple priestess costume with envy.

"Well, father-sama said that since I've come of age and the moon god has chosen me, I should take up this position as soon as possible.

"Oh, well, do we have to wait for the fourth bride to arrive?

"The destined bride has already arrived, so the next step is a long and troublesome bonding process.

Shikamaru seemed to have just woken up, yawning, and sitting up, and the shadow beside him hurriedly added a glass of water for his master

"The other side of the room, the shadow, hastily offered the master a glass of water. But there are only three of us, how can we all be here? ...Ah, Kakashi-sensei will be an adult before the other three, that is to say," he said.

Satisfied with the curious gazes of the smart and thoughtful girls who had figured out the answer, Kakashi brought the fits in his hands to the three women

"The fourth bride is here..."

As soon as he finished, the three women scanned Kakashi with incredulous eyes, and Sakura and Temari took hold of Hina and stepped back three feet.

"Are all werewolves so special in their fetishes?

"I never knew that Kakashi-sensei, your hobbies are so... peculiar."

"What do you all think I am?"

In the face of young women's misconceptions and associations about their preferences in choosing their mates, Kakashi couldn't help but explain with dead fisheyes, despite the ridicule of his three companions behind him

"This is a bird-like orc, although it is now so small, but she has long been an adult, the original form as hand bow, no, even the size of my body.

"Hey... I see, Kakashi-sensei, you should have told me earlier!

"Ahaha ......" Kakashi can only laugh dryly

<Ch.2>

#werewolves vampires lich and demon foxes series

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The Mind’s Power Over the Body

Part 25: ...Before They Hatch

Story summary: They only ever had each other. It had been that way since high school, ever since Elianna transferred to dreary Arlen and took Jonathan under her wing. They go separate ways for college, and when they're reunited at Arkham Asylum professionally, Elianna comes to find that they've both changed during their time separated. Can she look past the promise of danger and stay by Jonathan's side as they slide further and further into the darkness while she grapples to come to terms with the truth about herself? Can she accept what needs to be done in order to hold onto the only person who holds any meaning in her life? This is a very self-indulgent AU that draws from several different canons of the DCU and ignoring others, starting in the Batman Begins Nolanverse. This will follow the plot of the movie, although the timeline has been very slightly tweaked.

Word count: 1738

She knew it was wrong, but El couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself this much. She and Scarecrow had stumbled across an abandoned police horse running loose and had been riding it through the streets. The added speed gave them the chance to experience more of the anarchy in a shorter amount of time while still letting them be amongst it.

It was...intoxicating.

Several people on the streets had looked up at them riding by on the horse and succumbed to their poison induced terror. There was something about people being afraid of her that made her feel good. She remembered feeling it for the first time when they had dosed Zsasz in the basement, then again when they had cornered Dawes in the elevator. But at this scale, El felt her blood singing through her veins, the most incredible high she had ever experienced.

Jonathan, getting closer to the surface, could hear El laughing behind them, and as she grew more comfortable, her once tight grip around their torso had begun to relax. He was sure that she was in her own world, not paying attention to their surroundings. He knew the feeling.

He had started his experiments out of necessity and fascination, but after a while, he had slowly grown to enjoy the power. It was at that time that Scarecrow had begun to grow stronger.

He wondered how long it would be before Elianna was that far gone. Before she was unrecognizable.

Conversely, Scarecrow was on top of the world, much like the redhead at his back. Reveling in the screams, the panic, in her laughing and holding onto him. With free reign to spread his influence, it was what he had been aching to do ever since he had come to be.

He didn't care what Jonathan thought. Him? A protector? No, he was meant for this. To redistribute fear and retribution on a world that had done the same to them.

And damn, did it feel good.

Suddenly, a movement caught his eye, and he would recognize that particular voice anywhere.

"Well, well well, look what we've found, Doctor Montgomery," he laughed, catching El's attention. She leaned to look around his shoulder and immediately spotted what he did.

"Oh, Rachel," she cooed with mock pity, only loud enough for Scarecrow to hear. "Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. She should have quit while she was ahead." Scarecrow urged the horse faster, eager to see her under the effect of the toxin again. The gas in the air didn't seem to be affecting her, but that didn't matter. Just a little closer and she would be within the range of El's sleeve rig.

She seemed to be shielding a child, eyes wide open in fear. That was the beauty of the whole city in turmoil: even if one person wasn't affected by the gas, the fear of the environment would still get to them.

As they approached, they could hear her voice as she tried to soothe the boy that had tucked himself under her arm, loud over the violent discord of the streets.

"It's okay! It's okay, no one is going to hurt you," the brunette shushed, trying to remain calm. This made El—fully caught up in her euphoria—laugh as they approached.

"Of course they are!" She called as Scarecrow pulled the horse to a stop mere feet away. She had never particularly liked children anyway.

"Crane? Mongomery?"

"No." The pair snapped at the same time.

"Scarecrow," the masked man corrected. El, however, hadn't yet thought of what she might want to be called. She was happy to let Scarecrow take charge of the moment until he turned the horse side face to their quarry and reached his hand back to rest on the outside of her thigh. "And The Rook." She grinned under the mask at the name. It was perfect.

Rachel, knowing what was sure to come next, grabbed the boy and bolted away. The fog of the gas and pollution was thick and provided good cover as they stumbled through the streets, the ominous hoofbeats never too far behind.

She and the boy both choked and coughed against the fog, praying to anyone who would listen that they wouldn't cross anyone else before they could hide; before it was too late.

Finally, it seemed that they had found somewhere, zigzagging back and forth. The clicking of hooves was still audible, but for a moment, it seemed far enough out of the way that they might pass them over.

It didn't last long. When the booming voice spoke up again, they had cornered themself against the building, and Rachel cursed her own lack of foresight.

"There you are!" The horse reared, and although Rachel knew that the effects of the toxin couldn't reach her anymore, she could swear that its eyes were a glowing red. She could only imagine what the boy was seeing. She pulled him behind her protectively as Scarecrow spoke again.

"There is nothing to fear..."

"But fear itself!" Montgomery's voice wasn't as loud, but it was just as clear and gleeful, and in the context of the situation, just as terrifying.

Knowing that she had to react quickly, Rachel dug her taser out of her inner jacket pocket, aimed, and fired.

For the masked pair, watching the wires spring toward them happened in slow motion. El had turned her torso to look at the vulnerable brunette, and one of the nodes made contact with her exposed collar bone, while the other stuck itself into Scarecrow's straitjacket.

The second they made contact, the current was released. The barbs burned El's skin, and the pair cried out in pain. Not expecting their quarry to fight back, and in an attempt to get away from the current, the straw man snapped the reigns, sending the horse running without a destination.

Elianna felt herself being jostled uncomfortably and no longer secure on the saddle. She had only been holding onto Scarecrow with one arm, and the taser had hit the front of her shoulder on that side. Her grip strength decreased dramatically, and she scrabbled to hold onto the back of the material. Scarecrow didn't seem to notice as the rage and frustration rolled off of him. His mind was focused only on finding more victims.

Trying to make up for the lack of stability, El did her best to keep herself on the frightened horse with leg strength alone until she could tighten her fingers enough. Unfortunately, the hard bouncing of the horse's hindquarters tossing her about made it difficult for her to orient herself enough to entirely assess the situation. She was afraid that swinging her other arm forward would be just enough to throw her off balance.

She grit her teeth from the effort as her thigh muscles began to grow sore; she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to take it.

They had only traveled two blocks when the horse made a sharp turn down another street. Feeling herself being wrenched off of her perch, she made one last desperate grab at Scarecrow's back, her nails scratching the skin beneath the material of the straitjacket as she was thrown to the ground.

The last thing she felt was her head connecting painfully to the concrete, knocking against the long beak of her mask and sending it clattering to the ground a few feet away.

.xXx.

As the masked pair had pursued Dawes, Jonathan was able to pull himself closer and closer to the surface, until finally, he was just barely out of control.

As such, he could faintly feel El trying to hold on, something that Scarecrow apparently didn't notice.

Scarecrow, hold onto El. Nothing. Stop the horse; she's going to fall. Not even the slightest indication that he was heard. Then the horse was turning, and the sensation of nails on their back...

Scarecrow! Jonathan was beating against the proverbial walls of their mind in a mad dash attempt to get the straw man to pay attention, but he was too enraged by the taser to register anything else. Stop, we have to turn around, she fell!

Jonathan couldn't even turn his head to see if she was okay. He strained as hard as he could to push Scarecrow out of the driver's seat, but as Scarecrow felt him on the edges of his consciousness, he strengthened his control. The straw man could barely hear Jonathan's protests, and frankly, at that moment, he didn't really care.

By the time Jonathan could finally interrupt Scarecrow's rampage, they had made it another borough over, and it seemed like the toxin had been stopped—likely by the Batman. Expected, but still infuriating to no end. That fact, on top of that fact that they had lost Elianna in the middle of a city desperate to survive and crawling with violent, psychotic criminals, Jonathan was not having the night he thought he would be.

Scarecrow's spree finished, he had quickly joined in the shame and anger at having left her behind, kicking himself. She was theirs, and if he found out that anyone else had laid a hand on her, there would be hell to pay.

If you had paid attention, this wouldn't have happened. I told you—

Don't start with me, Jonny. I'm in the same place as you. Just fucking get her back.

That was that. Luckily, it seemed that all of the first responders in the city were somewhere else as Jonathan urged the horse as fast as it could go to the corner where El had been thrown off.

Nothing.

No, not nothing. A mask. A mask with a long, curved bill, lying small and pathetic, alone on the concrete. Before he knew it, Jonathan was off the horse, which immediately trotted away, eager to get away from the masked maniac. He picked up El's mask, turning it in his hand.

The swarm of rising emotions—anger, panic, worry, anger again—blinded his vision, and he began walking on instinct. He couldn't go back to their apartment, but he needed somewhere safe to plan.

Back to the Narrows it was, then. There were always plenty of abandoned, empty apartments and very little police presence.

No matter how long it took, how many people they had to kill, if they had to burn the city to the ground, they would find her.

#the mind's power over the body #Attraction To The Insane #atti #Jonathan Crane #jonathan crane fanfic #jonathan crane x ofc #scarecrow #scarecrow fanfic #scarecrow x ofc #cillian murphy scarecrow #Elianna Montgomery #batman begins #Nolanverse #slight au #multi chapter fic #tmpotb chapter 25

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A night without stars Chapter 2.

A Jonathan Crane x ofc fic

Warnings: sexual content

more crane in this fic and a touch of Bruce <3

I stood from the swivel chair at my uncle’s desk within the bullpen at the GCPD as I spotted him walking down the corridor. He offered me a warm smile and a quick embrace as he arrived at his desk. “What brings you down here?”

“Though you’d probably be needing lunch soon and I figured some food with nutritional value would do you some good.” I spoke, nodding toward the containers of food I’d brought.

He chuckled, taking a seat at the table and opening one of the containers. “You made this?”

“Well, if by made you mean chose from a menu and ordered, I sure did!”

With a shake of his head, he sniffed the food. “So, it is edible then.” He teased.

I feigned offence. “You are the one who taught me to cook so my lack of skill in that department is completely your fault.” We laughed with each other as we began lunch. “So, I spoke to Barbara.” He sighed deeply as I shot him a sidelong glance. “She told me she can barely remember the last time the two of you ate dinner together.”

“Eve.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jim. What? You can’t take a night off to spend with your family?”

“This is Gotham we’re talking about, there was no down time before now we’re contending with a masked vigilante and the run of the mill criminals who we already had.” He took his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes. “I can’t just take the night off with everything that’s going on.” Shaking my head with a sigh, I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off. “When was the last time you took a night off?”

He watched me intently as I searched for the words, opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. He chuckled. “I don’t have kids and a wife, Uncle Jim.” He pursed his lips at my statement.

“I heard Bruce Wayne’s back in town.”

I laughed at his words. “Nice subject change. He is.”

“You’ve seen him?”

Shaking my head in response. “I bumped into him, the other night. Not so much otherwise.” I added, pushing the salad around my container.

“Did the two of you speak?”

“Sure, he apologized, though he wasn’t very clear about what he was sorry for. To be honest there wasn’t a whole lot to be said, I haven’t heard from him since he was back last, and he didn’t even tell me he was coming back this time. I think that’s a pretty clear indication of how little he cares for our friendship.”

He offered me a sympathetic look before responding. “I have a feeling Bruce may care more than you give him credit for.”

“Whose side are you on?” I asked teasingly. Uncle Jim laughed in response. We finished our food, and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before collecting my coat and offering him a goodbye. “Call your wife, Jim!” I added before exiting the building.

The cab ride back to my apartment was silent, save for the quiet hum of the radio and external traffic sounds. I couldn’t help but think of that man I’d met at the courthouse, Jonathan. He hadn’t told me his last name I realized. Rachel’s words echoed through my mind once more. She’d said that I tend to invite people into my life who needed to be fixed, people who were… For lack of a better word, unstable. When I went through the checklist in my head, I found him almost infallible. Intelligent, handsome, well-spoken, stable job, and in the medical profession, bonus points. He seemed almost too good to be true, which made me incredibly nervous, there must be something askew, no guys I’m interested in are ever that perfect. Though perhaps I’d met the one exception and I’d never see him again. I continued to ponder this as I walked down the hall of my apartment building. The moment I swung the door open I dropped my keys to the ground in utter shock. My little apartment was filled to the brim with bunches and bunches of fragrant, peach colored carnations, not a single crevice had been missed. I stepped within the apartment on shaky legs. My jaw went slack as I surveyed the abundance of beautiful flowers; my favorite, everything about them, down to the colour. I’d been so in awe of the florals that I barely even noticed the man who popped up behind me.

“Are you starting a floristry business?” I turned my wide eyes on him.

I could barely find the words as he leaned against my door frame smiling charmingly at me. “Did you do this?”

He shrugged lightly, glancing into the room. “I’m pretty sure I ordered more than that.” He wandered into the apartment plucking a single carnation and turning back toward me. “Well, I suppose you’ll just have to make do with this many, sorry, Evie.” He extended the flower in my direction.

I shook my head at him. “How did you know…” I studied the flowers once more, a million questions on my mind.

“You told me.” He responded before I’d even finished my question.

“You remembered?”

He nodded, smiling sheepishly at me. “I should have called.” He added.

“Called and asked me if it was okay for you to fill my apartment with flowers?”

Bruce chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “No smartass, I should have called while I was away.”

“Any kind of sign of life would have been nice.”

He ran a hand through his dark locks. “I know, I’m sorry for being a shitty friend, you didn’t deserve that.”

I bit back a smile, attempting to hold onto the anger that had simmered within me for months. It became increasingly hard as he watched me with his melted chocolate eyes. I shook my head at him. “Just for the record you cannot buy my forgiveness, Wayne, that is not what this is.” I gestured between my now beaming expression and the carnations lining my apartment floor.

He grinned at me. “I’d argue I can, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” He teased.

I offered him a fake glare. “You’re an ass.”

To my surprise, he stayed that afternoon, helping me collect the comical amount of flowers strewn across my apartment. We sat on the floor, backs leaning against the couch and talked for hours; well, I talked, he responded, occasionally offering an array of sentences together which was certainly thrilling. I couldn’t help but wonder where the boy I’d known had gone. It seemed far more than mere age that had made him distant and reserved with me. Eventually, we began rifling through tattered take-out pamphlets to find something to order for dinner. “Anywhere but that Italian place downtown.”

“Adami Pizzeria?!” I questioned, feigning offence. “I love Mr Adami.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “What, so you’re just forgetting that you got food poisoning from there like three times.”

“Well, you know what they say, bad things happen in threes, maybe the bad luck is over, Mr Adami is always so nice to me.”

“I think I’d rather take my chances with your cooking that eat at Adami Pizzeria.”

I gasped at his words throwing a pillow at him just before he excused himself to take a call. I’d finally settled on Chinese food from my favorite little store when Bruce finally re-entered my apartment. “I’m thinking Golden Dragon, the dumplings are life changing, and we get free fortune cookies with every purchase, sounds like an unbeatable offer to me.” I spoke, reading over the menu.

“Sorry, Eve, I’m going to have to take a raincheck on dinner, something’s come up.” At his words I immediately glanced up, seeing all hints of amusement long gone from his features.

I dropped the Golden Dragon menu atop the pile of others, standing up quickly. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded. “Of course, I just need to take care of something, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He was practically out the door before I could get another word out. I stood in the middle of my apartment, mouth open, staring at the door for a few long moments after he left, pondering the peculiarity of his actions. I could sense that there was something strange going on, something he was being much less than forthcoming about.

I eventually decided to order take-out for myself and pick up a movie to watch on the way to the restaurant. The streets of Gotham were still very much alive and bustling, people just finishing work and some just starting their workday. I weaved through the ample amount of people lining the street as I exited the store to make my way toward the Chinese restaurant. Just as I rounded the corner my chest met with another, causing me to gasp and stumble, losing my balance and nearly falling backward; if it weren’t for the hands that grasped my sides I likely would have. My apology had barely made it from my lips when I met the familiar bright blue eyes that seemed ingrained within my mind.

I laughed a little. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Indeed.” He returned my smile.

I slid my hand atop his which had remained at my hips, removing them slowly, my grasp lingering on them for a moment. “Thank you.” He walked into the restaurant, holding the door for me as he entered.

“I’m sorry about the other evening, something came up at work.”

Shaking my head, I glanced back at him. “You don’t owe me an explanation, really.” I offered him a smile that I hadn’t meant as dismissive though from his expression it seemed he’d taken it that way.

He nodded at me. “Enjoy your night.” He grabbed his bag of takeout, turning toward the door.

“Wait.” I called after him. He stopped in his tracks, turning back to me quickly. I opened and closed my mouth, searching for the words. Glancing down at the bag of takeout with my name on it, before trailing my gaze back up to him. “Do you want to eat together?” Silence sat between us for a moment. “You don’t have to, obviously, it was just a suggestion. I-”

He cut off my ramblings then. “Yes. I would like that.”

A smile returned to my lips. We sat at a table together, beginning to eat as we spoke about our lives, continuing on from the other night as if no time had even passed. I couldn’t explain why I enjoyed his company so much, there was just something about it that felt… comfortable. When we spoke it felt as though he was truly interested in what I had to say, as if it really mattered, I wasn’t sure whether it was merely my lack of experience with guys who offered me that or whether it was something more profound, but either way I found myself craving the conversation, craving the feeling of being around him.

“So, you moved here for university?”

He nodded. “I grew up just outside of Gotham, my grandmother raised me.” He didn’t meet my eyes as he spoke. “What about you, were you born here?” His gaze fell over me then.

“No, Philly actually, lived there until I was about 7.” I picked at the food in front of me as I spoke. “My dad passed away, so I came to live with my uncle here in Gotham.”

“What about your mother?” My throat dried up at his question. I could almost feel her gaze on me now, the words left unspoken that were utterly clear through that look. “I apologise, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, no, it’s okay, my mom is a little complicated. She struggled a lot when my dad passed and I don’t think that she had that great of a support network, she couldn’t really handle having to contend with a child on top of everything else she was going through.”

“You were going through a lot too, Eve. You were just a child; she was your support network.”

I shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “It was a long time ago.”

“It would be natural for you to be upset with her, even slightly resentful.”

“I’m not.” He remained silent for a long moment, studying me. I felt slightly nervous under his gaze, wondering what his diagnosis for me would be.

“So, you were raised by your uncle?” I was grateful for the topic shift, feeling a sheen of sweat begin to form on the back of my neck, guilt creating a cavernous pit in the bottom of my stomach. I nodded at him, agreeing. “The two of you must be close then?”

I could barely remember a time when Uncle Jim wasn’t around, he’d been my best friend for as long as I could remember. “Yeah, he’s kind of been the one constant throughout my life. I owe him a lot.”

“What makes you say that?”

Shrugging slightly, I glanced around, searching for the words. “He encouraged me to strive for more than what had become my life. I think he was the first person to do that. The only person to do that.”

“He sounds like a good person.”

I nodded. “He’s the best person.”

His lips upturned slightly at that. The both of us were silent for a long while. Simply enjoying the company as we finished out meals. Even once we were well and truly finished eating, we continued to sit, exchanging our lives easily with one another, he seemed slightly hesitant to be forthcoming with me, though slowly I managed to smooth his barriers over. I was almost certain that my heart skipped a beat when he offered to walk me back to my apartment, assuring me that he wouldn’t sleep unless he was sure I was home safe. Biting my lip and glancing at my feet for a moment I agreed, and we began on our walk side by side down the chilly Gotham streets. “Was that a friend of yours you were speaking with the other night at the De Lecroix? You seemed surprised to see him there.”

“Bruce. Yes, he is a friend, or at least he was, I’m not so sure where we stand these days.” I sighed, stuffing my hands into my coat pockets to shield them from the icy air. “He’s been away from Gotham for a long time.”

He shot me a sidelong glance. “He didn’t tell you he was coming back?”

“He doesn’t tell me a whole lot, actually. Last time he was home he wasn’t exactly communicative; I didn’t even know he was leaving until he was already long gone.” I didn’t know why I was telling him these things, they seemed to merely slip from me, it was easy, smooth like a hot knife through butter.

“Did that upset you?”

It did. That was the honest answer. I couldn’t deny the sting that had filled my chest when I’d seen him at the De Lecroix, smiling like he was, seemingly so carefree. I hated how much it hurt me, feeling like he hadn’t even spared a thought for me when I spent so much time considering him, his feelings, his pain. I nodded at Jonathan, barely raising my eyes to meet his studious gaze. Silence sat thick in the air for a moment, neither of us willing to fill it until I felt the words bubbling in my throat, almost as if it were an instinctual response. “It’s not really so simple though, I mean, Bruce has had a really hard life. He lost his parents and then had to watch their murderer get released at trial, I get why he needed to get away from it all.”

He nodded, his gaze never leaving me. “May I offer you my unsolicited opinion?” I nodded in response, attempting to bite back a smile. “You tend to make a lot of excuses for the people in your life who treat you poorly.”

I opened my mouth to protest instantaneously, though, no words came to mind. There was no rebuttal that presented itself to me. Instead, I let out a quiet sigh, looking straight ahead as we continued walking. His words dug their way into my mind. “Do you make a habit of therapizing your dates?” I finally offered in way of response.

“Is this a date?” He raised an eyebrow at me, pressing his lips into a line, had there not been a glint of amusement in his bright gaze I’d have thought him indifferent.

I laughed slightly, coming to a stop in front of him as we made it to my apartment building. “Well, that is up to you, I suppose, would you like this to be a date, Jonathan?” He flushed slightly, breathing out what sounded like a laugh before glancing at his feet. His spike in nervousness was clear to me then. I bit my lip as I awaited his response. He finally met my gaze again, nodding gently at me. I couldn’t stop the beaming smile from taking over my features. Breaking away from his gaze after a long few moments, I glanced toward the stairs leading to my apartment building. “This is me…” He nodded again, quicker this time, raising his eyebrows as he glanced out at the road beside us. I rolled back and forth on the balls of my feet for a moment. It seemed neither of us were especially eager to leave the others company. I wasn’t entirely sure what possessed me to say what I said next, it was as though, just for a second, I was no longer in control of my words, or my body. For just a second my tight grip on the reins loosened. “Would you like to come up?”

I believe it was that exchange of words that led me here. That and the soft smiles I’d offered, the shy glances in his direction, and perhaps the directness of his tone, the unfiltered yet somehow polished words he’d spoken to me. Yes, I believe it was that very sequence of occurrences that led me to the kitchen of my apartment, standing across from him as I poured two cups of tea.

“I don’t exactly know what it is, I seem to have a lot of trouble letting go when I leave work, I can’t seem to switch off.” I shrugged, blowing on my steaming tea. “Maybe I’m just worried that if I loosen my grip, I’ll have to face everything else in my life, all the things my mind is usually too busy to think about.” He nodded, listening intently to each word I spoke. It was somewhat thrilling for someone to be so wholly attentive to me. At some point or another during the conversation we’d moved closer to one another, both leaning against the counter, separated only by the granite corner. I dropped my gaze from his then, tightening my grip on my mug, a chill of embarrassment creeping up my spine. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that I feel this weird sense of openness with you, like I can’t keep anything to myself, I’m not usually like this, sorry. Ignore me.”

He shook his head, never looking away from me. “What if I don’t want to ignore you?”

My eyes travelled back up his form, the neat suit, defined features and those eyes, the ones which had captivated me so thoroughly I felt incapable of pulling back as I felt him move further toward me. I could feel the heat radiating from him then, my body seemed to hum as his flesh sat so very close to my own. He hesitated then, as if waiting to gauge my reaction and continued accordingly. I searched his eyes for a long moment, finding a hint of something almost indescribable in them, whatever it was seemed to guide me forward the remainder of the way and I crashed my lips against his. All hesitation, all reservation gone just as quick as it had come. He remained unmoving for only a mere moment before his hand caressed my wrist, skimming the flesh of my arm as he brought it up further and further until his hand was cupping my cheek, pulling me further into his embrace.

We moved as one back toward my sofa. A light push on his chest was signal enough for him to full backward onto it, me following suit, his bright blue gaze danced over me for a long moment, I leaned toward him, removing the glasses from his eyes, and folding them neatly on the side table. His jaw clenched, muscle flickering in his jaw. I glanced down at his hands, fingertips dancing at the edge of my bent knee. My eyes trailed back to his, watching as he swallowed heavily. I bit my lip, wrapping my hands around his and bringing them up toward my hips. “You don’t have to be nervous.” I murmured in his ear, kissing my way back toward his jaw. “It’s just little old me.” I teased; the corner of his lips upturned as he clutched my hips. For a moment I thought he was merely going to sit there with that slight smirk gracing his features. He leaned up toward me, pressing his soft lips to mine, so gentle it was almost just the ghost of his touch. Then, suddenly, there was a shift, his grip tightened on me, and he flipped us, pressing my back into the sofa as he laid atop me.

“Who say’s what I’m feeling has anything to do with nerves?” He pressed his pelvis to mine, punctuating the words he spoke. I moved my head back as he kissed his way down my neck and to the skin exposed by the top of my shirt. His head didn’t lift from my exposed flesh as his fingertips slipped to the hem of said shirt, moving the flimsy material up my torso and over my arms, continuing to kiss me tenderly as each new part of skin was revealed. It was only then my head began to swarm. As Jonathan continued to drag his lips over each inch of my body, I felt unable to focus on his pursuits as my wind flitted between Bruce’s strange behavior, my uncle pursuing a career that constantly endangered him and of course, the darker corner of my minds personal favorite, that soul-sucking, all-consuming, ever-present guilt. The thoughts continued to plague me, suffocating me in their depth until they stopped entirely, each and every thought instantly banished from my mind as his lips found purchase between my legs, pleasure bathing me in its cool embrace.

Maybe Rachel was right, casual sex would do the trick.

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Omg I saw your BTAS Mad Hatter x nice reader who works at Arkham and I just abshhdjjd

Is it ok to request that with BTAS Scarecrow pretty please? Take all the time you need and have a good day/night!

Ofc, thank you :] you have a good/day night too

Scarecrow x nice reader who works at arkham

Gn!reader

At first hes suspicious. Why would you be kind to him? Even care for him.

But after a little time he'll drop the act and starts trusting you. Especially if you defend him from mean people there.

He'll ask you about ur fears. Others would be mad at him, but you try to explain it to him and he'll listen.

Hes happy there's someone who cares for him. Who lets him talk about whatever he wants for hours.

Imagine bringing him those science bottles so he could play w/ them.

Or books, he seem to have a lot of them. But if you bring him one his heart will melt.

When you pass the hall he will lean in close to the window to see you and call out to you. He will start to chat w/ you. This time not about ur fears but about yourself.

His mood is instantly up when he sees you. And would start a fight w/ whoever who says anything bad about you. Which will get him into trouble. You might give him a lecture but it's fine as long as he can listen to your voice.

He has this smug smile on his face sometimes.

He doesn't really know what to do with hes feelings for you. He tries to push them away but then it would only hurt more.

So he'll put you to a test first. Seeing how you react when he clinges or compliments you. And when you accept them, or even do it back? He just knows you are the one and only for him!

Your smile makes his heart beat faster, he himself might start smiling.

If you hug him he'll start blushing. He frozes for a sec but then wrapping his arms around you like hes protecting you.

He just wants to escape so he can finally have you.

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sarcastic-halfling-princess · 4 years

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‘‘ Crane had never dreamt of falling in love. He never wanted it nor did he think he needed it. But when he saw her, everything came crashing down. Simple infatuation turned to love, and love became something much more dark and twisted. He had to have her, possess her, own her in every shape and form. And he would stop at nothing to achieve that goal’‘

Dark!fic. Jonathan Crane x innocent! OFC (facecast: Emilia Clarke) . Fanfic contains strong sexual themes (sexual assault, non/con, dubcon, etc etc.), lots of creepy stalker Crane, a sort of different version of Jason Todd (facecast: Jensen Ackles) a cute asf police detective (facecast: Charlie Hunnam)

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hi i wanted to know if you can Jason todd (Arkham knight) and some goddess reader. Like she daughter of Eris the greek goddess of strife and discord and father unknown. But like they met before he goes and attacks Gotham and they fall in love. And when he guys to gotham he asks her if she wants to come with him since he doesn’t want to leave her and ofc she goes with her lover. She helps him with getting back at Batman using her powers the reader like her mother has the same powers and a few more from her pops you can pick who her father can be. And they are just a power couple with Jason being the guy with the guns and the army and her being women going around causing problems for Batman with her powers of chaos, strife, discord, and umbrakinesis (control/manipulate shadows) and she can have wings since Eris can manipulate wings. To where Batman like we need to lock her up cause she the main issue stopping bats from getting close to Jason and scarecrow. Bats gets her but she badly injure and Jason just goes crazy wanting nothing more than to kill the bats asap and saying screw scarecrow plan.

SHADOWED AND DANGEROUS

Jason Todd x goddess!reader

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS • slightly detailed depictions of violence and injury

CATEGORY • a little bit of both angst and fluff

AN • Thank you so much for the request! This is a bit of a long one, word count sums up to over 2.3k just to let y’all know. If anyone has any requests feel free to drop them!

7:23 pm.

The night was young in Gotham. Steadily maturing, the city was downcast in rain and ever so dampened by fading sunlight. Small patters dropped and smoothly slid down windows and hollow roofs, soon falling again to the sewers.

One particular room stood about Gotham, about 10 stories off the ground and cast in a dim red light. Inside stood a man clad in smooth black and camouflage armor, helmet set to the desk beside the desk he was sitting at. Stacks of paper piled up around the room calling for his attention, yet he was more focused on the dial tone of his phone. A smile almost crossed his face when he was answered.

“Hey Jason, how are you?” The voice rang out, a few tones louder and more bold than usual.

“I’m alright,” The smile finally cracked upon hearing her voice, the first time in almost two weeks. “I wanted to ask you about, well, you know.”

Jason’s voice trailed off with the last few words as he wiped his mouth, feeling his nerves peak at asking again. He knew it was a hard decision, pushing forth and splintering tension across his face. His lip found itself being chewed on worry flooded to the corners of his mouth, turning it downwords in fear of the silence across the line.

“Yeah…” The line finally came alive after a minute. “I’ve been thinking about that.”

Jason’s eyebrows found themselves knitted together as he picked up the rising hint of amusement in her voice. He was so focused on the call that he almost jumped out of his chair at the sound of tapping on his window. Another few seconds passed before Jason realized the phone was hung up on him, and pattern tapped on his window. He almost flew around and ran to the nearest window, seeing you fit uncomfortably into the frame and waiting with a smile on your face.

“Holy shit!” Jason exclaimed, voice laced with shock as he fumbled to open the window. He quickly helped you inside once it was open, staring at you with wide eyes for a few moments all before crossing his arms and narrowing his gaze.

“What the hell are you doing here, y/n? Last time I checked, you were all the way in Venezuela. Now you’re magically here and tapping on my window, which by the way, scared the absolute fuck out of me.”

You met Jason’s hard gaze with an amused look, and god did he find it hard to stay mad at you with such a dazzling smile.

“I didn’t want you to get all anxious about me coming here, so I just came on my own terms. Ah- let me get there.” You placed a finger over Jason’s lips to stop him from repeating his question. “I came over to Gotham last night.” Jason’s eyes met the ceiling, as to say, oh right, shadows and wings.

“Got it.”

“Gotham’s pretty nice, huh?” You mused, dragging your gaze around the room. As the details came into focus you noticed that the room, you presumed was Jason’s, was an absolute mess. His bed in particular was littered with books and folders, save the disheveled sheets and unfluffed pillows.

A mere hum answered your question, you watched as Jason rummaged through his desk and pulled out a slick black folder. He handed it to you with the first page on display, with that being a picture of a diner advertised with a neon sign.

“This is the place Scarecrow wants to unleash his first freak show.” Jason started, flipping the page to even more pictures of small shops. “These ones were left for us to rouse up, and I figured you could do the honors just perfectly, save the flattery of course.”

You snorted at Jason’s sarcasm, lightly pushing his hand away so you could examine each picture. You then met his eyes, and in his you knew both of you had the same plan.

“I’ll cut the lights?” Jason asked, opening your palm and placing a small device in it. You nodded, tracing your hand up his arm and giving his shoulder a small squeeze. His lack of letting you go clearly broadcasted his worry, so you did your best to address it by taking hold of his face and bringing his lips to your own. Almost on instinct, Jason’s hands snaked around your waist and pulled you in closer. You both knew this was the only intimate moment you would be able to share before all Hell broke loose, so you stayed that way for a while; breaking apart after each kiss to press against the other’s forehead.

“Hey, I’ll see you later.” You smiled, stepping away and allowing the hand that traced softly against his face to fall at your side.

Jason closed his eyes, all in a few seconds you were on the top of the building to find a taller one.

8:49 pm.

Your eyes had been cast down on the streets for almost an hour now, head starting to pound as you watched shadows emerge from alleyways, taking hold of innocent civilians, causing absolute chaos. Their screams rose up to you, and you found yourself pitying them some as clothes were torn and skin was sliced.

9:57 pm.

Rain pounded down on the ground before you, seemingly picking up with every passing minute. You watched as each drop grouped together, one hand against your leg while the other held the radio Jason had gifted you to your neck. Chatter was ordered to a minimum just a few minutes ago by the Arkham Knight himself, prior to word of the Batman appearing at a place called Ace Chemicals.

10:26 pm.

“Hey, y/n.”

You jolted upwards at the call of your name, quickly muttering something that came out inaudible, but got the message across anyway.

“I need you to meet me as soon as possible. I have something on me so you should be able to track me right away, okay?”

“Right, coming.”

You closed your eyes and honed in on the dead space of your mind. Along the dark waves a small ripple appeared, and you began to follow it. The shadows were quick to grant you wings and protect you from running into any obstacles hence your vision being restricted, and you continued to follow the ever growing disruptions in the water.

In just a few minutes you stood atop another building, face a squad of men clad in red and white; armed to the teeth and holding their guns to you in suspicion. Soon enough Jason arrived, barking at his men to lower your weapons and for you to join them. Once you were close enough, Jason beckoned for you two lean over as he joined you.

“We have word that Batman is trying to take this point down. Hopefully, we’re early enough and can get the jump on him.”

You took a deep breath at Jason rose and signaled for his men to surround you both. The very man that supposedly left Jason to die was said to be right behind this door, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he kicked the door open.

You felt him the second you stepped in the room. He was in the shadows, your shadows.

One second of silence passed before the Batman came crashing from a grate on the ceiling, pinned down by seething stands of darkness from above.

“That’s all it took, huh?” Jason chuckled through his visor, stepping on the bat symbol covering his chest. You watched as he held his gun loosely above him, slowly kneeling down to observe the work your shadows were doing to keep him down.

And that’s when you heard quiet beeping. Right above you.

You were snatched as a hole was blown into the ceiling, gunfire apprehended your kidnapper as you both escaped without a scratch. Now, you were stranded a few buildings away with the Batman himself, only guessing that he was going to come for you any second now. However, he didn’t, and you two began to circle each other along the perimeter of the roof.

“Shadow manipulation, I’ve never seen you before.” He began, not taking his eyes off of you for one second as you two continued to circle one another. “Who are you? Why are you working with the Arkham Knight?”

“You think I’m going to tell you that?” You were almost amused. “I’m afraid you won’t find that out from me.”

“Then I’m just going to have to take you in.”

A quiet swish of his cape told you all you needed to know, your eyes flew to the sides searching for any shadows you could find. Now knowing your weak points and strengths, you shifted your gaze and jumped back to avoid his first punch. Each punch came with new adjustments to how you both defended and exploited yourself, and you soon found that only the shadows were keeping you going. You weren’t holding up well enough, the fatigue in your veins enforced it.

You kept up the fight for a few more minutes until a deafening roar sounded, captivating your next few seconds. You turned to face a vehicle, and so unfortunately, your eyes met blinding lights. Every single second was calculated, before you knew it sharp pains exploded in your abdomen, and you were sent flying off the edge, just thousands of feet above concrete. You could feel your skin being tightly pinched as a device took hold of you mid air, slamming you into the side of a building and ripping the air from your lungs. The only breath you could resonate was spent sending a scream through the air as you continued to fall at a terrifying velocity, eyes blurry and desperately trying to hone in on the black wings apprehending you.

Jason was right.

Your mind repeated it over and over again, the same three words you thought you would hear until you died. All until you abruptly came to a stop, just feet from what seemed like your fate seconds ago.

You already felt like you were dead. Every single muscle in your body was set ablaze, screaming for you do something, anything. Blood leaked from multiple cuts caused by lacerations and brick. You had your eyes forced shut to prevent yourself from puking everywhere, and your head was spinning violently.

Despite your devastating state of body, you could feel your guard flaring up again. The second the Batman laid a hand on you, something snapped, adrenaline allowed you to heard the pain you inflicted on him and your eyes flew open, searching wildly for the nearest alleyway. The second you found it, you allowed yourself to be taken away, kept conscious, on the edge of the waves and allowing the darkness to guide you.

12:06 am.

The night appeared to be at its peak. Your eyelids parted, you found yourself slumped up against some kind of wall and wet floor. Freezing winds seeped into the cuts on your arms, biting your teeth in retaliation didn’t do much but numb the pain for a few seconds. You had no idea where you were, being too weak to get up you slowly raised your non fractured arm and rested it upon the spot on your abdomen that was causing your body to heat up. You were dying and you knew it, but there was absolutely nothing you could do in your state.

Realization was the first to flood over you, and guilt quickly followed, making your broken bones hurt just a bit more and tears spill from your eyes. You were going to break your promise to Jason, and he probably wouldn’t even be able to find you. Maybe he’d think you gave up and ran off in fear of. You knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself, and it would be your fault entirely.

The sound of a gunshot quietly passed through your ears. Heavy whistles of wind quickly took over, encouraging you to close your eyes and give in. It was time to rest.

12:12 am.

“Y/n?”

Two feet abruptly stopped turning and broke into a sprint.

“Hey! Y/n, open your eyes!”

Yelling coming through as muffled whispers still roused you the same, and your eyes opened a sliver. You couldn’t show your shock at seeing Jason kneeling by your side, scrambling for anything he had to help you and muttering curses under his breath. Something roughly pressed against the opening on your abdomen, making you hiss and forcing your eyes open a bit more wide than before.

“He did this to you.”

Jason’s voice cracked at the end; you could already tell he was crying even if he was trying to cover it up. His eyes were downcast on your wounds, grazing over each one and assessing the total damage done to your body. Despite the concern he was showing for you, the same anger from before continued to show through, radiating off of him in an almost contagious fashion.

“Jason, it was my-“

“No! Don’t you dare say it was your fault.” He quickly cut you off, yet showing he wasn’t mad at you by taking your hands in his own. “He almost killed you, and I still saved him.”

You were lifted up to Jason’s chest as he began to carry you away. He was gentle and as swift as he could manage with your entire body in his arms, quickly setting you to his side often to descend buildings. Soon enough you two were down on the streets, and your arms were being settled around Jason’s waist.

“Hey, Jason.” The steady rise of revving told you to tighten your grasp as much as you could. “I think you did the right thing.”

Tired blue eyes met your own before they turned away, telling you with take off that you would talk about it later.

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