#she forgot dick and jason were in the next room

[maelstromdeparture]

there are two things i firmly believe are canon im the batfam

1 Stephanie Brown has a tiktok, loves tiktok, and probably runs the batfam tiktok

and 2 Stephanie Brown's most liked tiktok and the only one she had pinned is as follows

Steph clearly in Wayne Manor: ACAB

Tim on the couch not looking up from his phone but sounding offended: hey! my brother is a cop

Steph: oh! sorry. ACAB especially Tim's brother

*muffled laughter in the background shaky camera video cuts out *

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi hi! Can I request an angsty/fluff piece with Jason? Maybe he hasn't told her that he's Red Hood yet, and they want to tell him that she loves him for the first time, but with his constant disappearances at night they're thinking that he's starting to get tired of them?

This went a little too long when I decided to stop, so I might need to split this into two parts if needs be 🦦

‘Hey honey,’ you greeted Jason with a peck to the cheek, pulling away smiling brightly. ‘Are you all ready for movie night tonight? I’ve already got a couple films set up and ready to go and I promise none of them will make you cry like last time.’

Jason grimaced. Shit, he knew that something was happening tonight but couldn’t remember what and -like a dumbass- had agreed to going out on a patrol with Dick and Damian later on. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry chipmunk I can’t do movie night tonight. Can we do it next week?’ Jason hated how he was the one who made the smile upon your face disappear as quickly as it came, he hated how he was the reason why the excitement left your eyes, only to be replaced by a look of poorly concealed disappointment.

Jason hated how it seemed as of late that his commitment to being a vigilante had been the leading cause of your unhappiness. While he was out clearing Gotham almost every night, you were left in your shared apartment, left to sleep alone in a bed that was designed for two people and ponder how things could’ve gotten to this stage; wondering whether this was a relationship worth being in after all.

You sighed, trying to be understanding but how could you when this was the third time Jason had bailed on you this week. It didn’t seem fair to keep trying at this point when it seems as though you’re the only one who is actively trying to make time for each other. You had planned to tell Jason you loved him tonight but all that was thrown into the bin, all because he apparently forgot all about it. ‘It’s fine Jason, I’m sure whatever you have going on is inherently more important.’ You said, feeling more hurt than anything as you clenched your jaw to stop yourself from saying something you’ll inevitably regret.

‘I’ll make it up to you-‘

‘Would you like to know how many times you claimed that you’ll make it up to me but never have?’ You asked Jason rhetorically and watched his face further become into one of guilt. ‘Three. Times.’ You told him, holding up three fingers. ‘Once is excusable, but three times Jason. I thought you were over making false promises, much like how I’d trick myself into thinking that you would actually like to spend time with me in our own apartment, but it seems like I was wrong as per usual.’ You scoffed.

Jason tried to reach out for your hand to console you, but you immediately took it away before he could and put a good deal of distance between the two of you to show that you were in need of comfort but not from him. ‘Y/n, I’m sorry-‘

‘Don’t bother. Just make sure to have your keys on you before you leave because I wont stay up for you anymore.’ Was all you said before leaving the room to go into your room, where you’d stay until he left for the night doing god knows what. His disappearing act didn’t bother you at first but when it become more frequent and grew more obstructive when you wanted to spend the night with him, a pit in your stomach grew and it had been growing ever since followed by thoughts that doubted Jason’s loyalty to you.

Were you boring him but he didn’t have the heart to tell you? Is that why he’s been disappearing almost every night or so? Just so he could meet up with someone else behind your back and shit talk you? If that was the case then he could stay out for all you cared, you’ve given him your heart but it didn’t seem as though he couldn’t bring himself to even fake in giving a shit.

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Meanwhile Jason felt like the biggest dickhead ever. He could tell that you were reaching the end of your rope with him and he wasn’t so sure that he could go back to living by himself if you were to ever leave him, he could try but it wouldn’t be the same when you were the reason his apartment felt like an apartment at all. And yet he has no one else to blame for this but himself.

He was the reason you could’ve have a simple date night at home.

He was the reason for your frequent disappointment.

He was the reason you no longer felt loved by him but that just wasn’t true. Jason loved you so much it physically hurt and scared the poor man of what he was willing to do for you. Jason’s love for you burned him in the most delicious way imaginable, he was left wanting for more, hooked on your love as though it was an easily addictive drug sweeping the streets of Gotham. However even Jason couldn’t ignore the wedge between him and you, a wedge that only seemed to get worse the more Jason bailed on you for his vigilante business.

As he was sulking in the fact that this might be the end of your relationship, Jason got a text from Dick asking where he was and all Jason could think of whilst grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment, was how he was going to make up for every night that you felt as though you were abandoned by him; and if anyone who knew Jason best knew he was anything but a quitter.

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Movie night was depressing as shit when you were having it all by yourself as a way to cope with the fact that you might not be enough to keep Jason interested.

You were bundled up in bed, hugging your childhood plushie tightly against your chest as you watched a movie adaptation to one of Jason’s most favoured book out of Jane Austen‘s body of work. Hell most of the movies you’ve picked out were based on Jason’s favourite author but you weren’t enjoying it as you would if he was beside you, muttering the lines alongside the characters under his breath as he held you against his chest as though you were something precious; even going so far at to using the excuse that when a kissing scene happens you should be kissing too for a more immersive experience.

He was such a dork but he was your dork and now it feels as though he didn’t want to be called yours anymore.

You didn’t know what it was that you did for him to get bored of you but it hurt like a motherfucker and the more you thought about it the more your eyes began to well up with unshed tears. ‘What am I doing wrong snuffles?’ You brought your plushie to face you with its beady button eyes. ‘Am I really that much of a bore that he can’t bring himself to just end it? What does he get out of dragging me along? Is this some sick joke to him?’ You asked and you asked but got no response, then again that’s what you get when trying to seek answers from a weighted plushie.

‘Who am I kidding.’ You uttered defeatedly as you put down your plushie, switched off the tv after seeing that there was no point in having it on in the first place, and stared up at the ceiling as you tried to will sleep to hurry up and claim you. ‘Did you know that I was planning on telling him that I loved him?’ You asked aloud for no one in particular, smiling weakly as you wiped your eyes. ‘How stupid was it of me to think that we’d ever last. He’s obviously found someone else who doesn’t bore him as easily as I do…so why should I stay?’ You felt yourself wanting to cry again but you were too tired to give your body what it wants and tried to ignore the lump in your throat by forcing your eyes shut.

*knock, knock, knock*

[battymommastuff]

The Loop [Happy Birthday]

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: Your husband and children decide to throw you a surprise birthday party. What could possibly go wrong?

TW : DARK THEMES AND DEATH

When it came to your birthday, it was more you treating your family. Instead of breakfast in bed with a bouquet of flowers, your family was greeted with a massive breakfast. Every time they told you that it was unnecessary; They were more than capable of making you breakfast. 

Every year you never asked for anything for your birthday. You had everything you could ever want. What more could you ever need? 

"Breakfast was amazing Y/N!" Barbara said as she sat in the kitchen with you while you washed the dishes. Another tradition on your birthday was to give Alfred a day off. Sometimes he wondered if it was his birthday instead of yours. 

"Thank you, darling." You said with a small laugh. While Barbara kept you company, down below in the batcave; The rest of your family were hard at work. 

"Father, I think this object can wait. Mother's balloons need to be blown up." Damian said as he held a purple balloon in his hands. He, Dick, and Jason were busy blowing up balloons for the surprise party tonight. Almost everyone in the city had been invited, and it was going to be the party of the decade. Everything had to be perfect for you. 

"There was a reason that Ra's wanted this, and I'm going to figure it out." Bruce said as he studied the mysterious object in his hands. Damian felt a slight twinge in his heart after hearing his grandfather's name. Being here so long, he sometimes forgot about that part of his life. He preferred this one so much more. 

"There's plenty of time to figure it out. I'm sure the mystery will still be here after tonight." Duke said as he took the object from Bruce. He examined it curiously then set it down on a nearby table. He was the only one that hadn't been there that night when it was taken from the League of Assassins 

Bruce let out a huff before he turned around and looked at each of the people he'd come to see as his children. 

"What do you need me to do first?"

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No one will ever know how she managed to do it, but Cass somehow got you to dress completely formal. She managed to do this while not giving away the surprise. She just acted like she wanted to play dress up with you as a way to bond. Next, she was dragging you down the hallway to 'take a picture'. When you got to the top of the staircase, you were met with a decorated room and a large crowd. 

"SURPRISE!"

Your hand flew to your chest as you looked at everyone in shock, then back to Cass who held a smirk on her face. "You sneaky little thing." You cooed while squishing her cheeks between your pointer finger and thumb. You were soon joined by your family in a massive group hug. Damian was in high protest to this idea, but refused to be the one furthest from you. He wiggled his way into your arms causing Bruce to be pushed out of the way. 

The party went on perfectly. Each one of your children danced with you to a different song, and your smile didn't leave your face. This was a night that you were going to remember for the rest of your life. It was another reminder of why you loved your family so much. Your final dance before you would take a little break was with Barbara. 

You held her hands as the both of you swayed as best you could with her in her wheel chair. At first she denied your request to dance for that very reason, but you wouldn't let her skip out on the fun. 

Barbara was the first to notice a little red dot climbing it's way up your body. Jason was the second, "Mom! Get down!" He yelled as Barbara put her hands on your hips to push you down. It was too late...

The sound of glass shattering halted the entire party as a bullet whizzed into the room and headed right for you. 

The blood...

The screaming...

The chaos....

Every Wayne family member stood frozen as they watched your body collapse to the ground. A bullet hole right between your eyes. Such accuracy. Your family couldn't shake the shock they felt. This couldn't be real, you couldn't be dead...

Barbara being the closest to you looked down at her dress which had a small blood splatter on it from the bullet entering your body. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, and her skin paler than snow. She watched a pool of blood form around your head and the front of her wheelchair. Her ears ringing from the shock she felt having witnessed this so close. 

Dick was the first one to you after he found the will to move. He collapsed on the ground, not caring if blood was staining his suit pants. "Mom? Mom!" He cried out hoping that you were somehow still alive. The bullet went clean through, and he could see the blood pool through the hole. He clutched your body in his arms hoping that you would hold him in return. 

One by one your children crowded around your corpse. Each one of them saying their own prayer in hopes you would come back. Each one of them talking to your lifeless body hoping for a response. All they got was a lifeless stare. 

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Jim Gordon approached Dick slowly. He had Damian tucked under his arm as the young boy hid his face in his older brother's chest. He didn't want the news to see him crying, but everyone knew that he was. "We have to take her body in for an autopsy. Can you get him to let us take her?" He asked gently then gestured to Bruce. 

He was sitting in the drying blood pool with your body in his arms. Tears streamed down his face as his mind flashed back to the night he lost his parents. Him holding his mother's body in the same way that he was holding yours.  He blamed himself for his parent's death, and now he was blaming himself for yours. If he hadn't married you, then you would be alive. You would be safe. Of course he wouldn't be. He wouldn't have the love of his life, but your fate wouldn't have been this. 

"Bruce? They need to take her body." Stephanie said as she crouched down next to him. Her hand hesitantly rested on his shoulder. She watched as Bruce shook his head, and held you closer to his chest. He heard them unzipping the body bag, and he couldn't bring himself to let you go. Stephanie looked to Tim, who had been standing with Jason and Duke. Jason hadn't said a word since the police arrived. Duke was staying by his side to make sure he wasn't going to do something reckless. 

After some more convincing, Bruce finally allowed himself to be separated from you. He watched as they picked your body up, and put it into the bag. He felt the bile rise into his throat as the zipper slowly covered your body. 

The family gathered around each other to comfort one another. They found themselves in the same group hug, but instead of laughter and love, it was filled with sorrows and sobs. 

"S-Sir...this was left for you." Alfred said as he held a music box in his hand. His hands were shaking as he tried to hold himself together. Alfred knew someone had to be strong, and he wasn't going to let it be any of the people he called family. Bruce stepped forward to take the music box. He opened it, and a clock slowly lifted up and the hands started spinning. A sweet song filled the air, and the Batfamily felt their eyes start to droop.

"What's going on?" Tim asked as he leaned on Stephanie for support. Barbara was the first one to succumb to the powerful feeling. Her body slumped and then fell out of her chair. Dick tried to get to her, but he passed out as well. One by one each member fell to the ground seemingly in a deep sleep. Bruce was the last, he collapsed to the ground with the last thing he saw being the music box. 

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Bruce shot up with a gasp, and looked around frantically. He was in his bed, in his pajamas. He looked at the time, and it was six in the morning. He looked over to your side of the bed where he saw that it was messy. As if you had just gotten up. His eyes then moved to the bathroom door where he could see the light on. 

"Y/n?" He called out, and felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw you step out with a sleepy smile on your face. Your smile turned to concern when you saw how your husband was looking at you.

"Bruce? What's wrong?" You asked, crossing the room to sit on the bed with him. Bruce wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you how he watched you get shot in the head. How he held your lifeless body, but it didn't matter. It was a dream...all a dream.

"Nothing, just a bad dream." He said then kissed your shoulder. You gave him a weird look, but shook it off and kissed his cheek. 

"Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up after I make my famous birthday breakfast." You said and did a little dance. Before Bruce could react, the door slammed open, and you saw each of your children staring at you as if they'd seen a ghost. 

"What is wrong with you guys?" You then stood up with a slight pout, "Don't tell me you beat me to breakfast, I wanted to make it." You hoped that breakfast was the issue. Soon after you said that, you were nearly tackled by several people. You didn't know why your children were so happy to see you when they saw you a few hours ago. 

After peeling yourself away from your family, you left to make your birthday breakfast. You had no clue what had gotten into any of them, but it wasn't going to stop your birthday tradition. 

[imshii-kin]

Good Luck

Chapter # 3 Let Dead Men Tell Tales.

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

I made this a bit ago so have mercy :,)

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (You are here), Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Can't repeat the past?... Why of course you can! - Gatsby

TW - Smoking, Addiction

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Jason tilts his head, confused by Y/n's response. "You don't remember me? Is this some kind of prank?" He frowned, crossing his arms. Y/n nervously shifts under the older man's gaze, "You can ask Bruce, he's the one who brought me here."

Frown deepening, Jason sighs. "Of course, the old man doesn't tell me shit." He grumbled. "So you don't remember me at all?" He asked, and Y/n shakes her head.

"Hm, maybe that's for the best," he muttered under his breath. He ruffles Y/n's hair before turning to leave. "I'm going to have a little talk with Bruce." He said ominously.

Well, that sounds fun.

Watching him leave, Y/n can't help but continue to wonder what her relationship with this family was. Jason and Tim seemed to be somewhat fond of her, and Damien, well he was hard to read but he seemed to know her.

Turning back to the shelves, Y/n realizes that Jason forgot to help her get the book.

"Aw, man..."

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It was late and Y/n (reluctantly) went to Jason's room. She was able to sleep some, waking up only a little bit earlier and not being able to fall back asleep.

"Miss Kent? Are you awake? Bruce wants me to escort you to his office." Alfred's voice drew Y/n out of the book she had snatched from the library. She was awake, she's been awake since 3:00. 

(Why may you ask? I don't know, why are you reading this at 2:00 am hm? Or are you bench-watching some show again?)

Putting the bookmark in, Y/n slides out of bed following Alfred to Bruce's office. Once again, she can't help but admire the beautiful architecture of the mansion. There was a good mix of old Victorian architecture and modernism. They blended well, creating a tasteful style. Paintings were far from few, some looking to be quite old.

"Here we are, Miss. Kent, Master Bruce, and Young Master Richard are waiting for you." Y/n nods, entering the room. Alfred softly shut the door behind her.

"So you can tell blue bird over here, but not me?"

"Jason, please, not right now."

Y/n could feel the tension immediately. In front of her stood Jason and Dick arguing with each other, Bruce was sitting behind a desk trying to calm the massive headache forming.

Dick was wearing a dark blue dress shirt that complimented his deep blue eyes, as well as some dress pants. He was the first to notice Y/n, "Oh! Y/n you're here!" He smiled, his previous frustration gone.

"Uh... yeah." She muttered plainly. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Dick shakes his head, walking over to you. "Nope, we just finished talking," his gaze sharpened, "right Jason?"

Jason's first clenched tightly, glaring at his older brother. "For now."

Dick smiles at Jason for a second before he goes back to looking at Y/n. "Hi Y/n, my name is Richard, but you can call me Dick." He gives you a little wave. "I've been informed you no longer remember anything." His expression dampened, "that must be terrifying for you." He gently patted her hair.

Bruce stands, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. "I'm sorry for calling you all here so late, but I need you all to be informed about how we will be proceeding for the next month."

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Y/n returns to her room, a somber feeling accompanying her. This was it, wasn't it? She was really stuck in the DC universe. Her chest ached as she remembered her life, a life of a college student, just trying to make it to finals week.

Her friends, her colleagues in that crappy job she hated. Her mother and father who, despite their money situation, supported her dream and helped her get into college. 

Tears well up in Y/n eyes. "I want to go home," she whispered to no one. She wipes her eyes quickly, not wanting to cry, and slips out the book she was reading. 

'Reincarnation of the Soul'

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Dick falls onto his bed with a deep sigh, exhausted by today's travel. Starfire wasn't entirely happy with him up and leaving without much explanation, luckily she was understanding with him.

Y/n... he remembers her when she was just a little kid. He remembers babysitting her and Jon, and her tagging along whenever Jon came over for a sleepover with Damien. 

He remembers when Clark got seriously injured while Louis was away and having to take Y/n in for a few months. She was just the sweetest thing, and she came over so often it was like having another little sister.

Not that she remembers any of that now. Dick frowns, all those years, are just gone. How could something like this happen? It was just awful.

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Jason curses under his breath, that old shit had no right to keep something like this from him. And Dick, that was a prick move he pulled back there. 

Taking a deep break, Jason slips a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. Opening it, he takes one out using his teeth, with a flick of his lighter, a tiny flame danced into existence. He brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, inhaling deeply as the tobacco ignited with a soft hiss.

As the smoke filled his lungs, Jason closed his eyes, letting the tension of the day evaporate with each exhale. The bitter tang of nicotine lingered on his tongue, a familiar comfort.

He had promised Y/n to stop smoking before the incident. Jason still remembers the look on her face when she first saw him smoking, a small smile on his face as he remembers a seven-year-old Y/n scolding him.

"Master Jay, I'm surprised you're still here." Jason opens his eyes, looking over to the right where Alfred stood, wise as ever. "I suppose the meeting didn't go well?" Alfred inquired making Jason chortle, "What gave that away?"

Alfred shakes his head, "Well, as much as I enjoy your presence at the Manor, I do prefer if you'd not smoke," He points to the window above Jason's head, "Especially right outside a guest's window." Alfred smiled before turning and leaving.

With a resigned sigh, Jason takes the cigarette and drops it to the floor, crushing the butt beneath his heel, extinguishing the last remnants of his temporary sanctuary. 

[incorrectbatfam]

Duke and Tim middle child antics?

I know Jason and Cass are also middle children but Duke and Tim are the Middlest if you know what I mean

They walk around the house opening doors but not closing them

Their secret TikToks are of them doing increasingly stupid dances on patrol and seeing how long it takes for the others to find out. Right now they're at 232 videos and counting

They duct-taped Barbara's Pringle can shut. She blamed Damian

Jason forgot a bottle of Coke outside. Tim and Duke set up a science experiment watching it over the course of 9 months. It gained national recognition. The rest of the batfam never noticed

They recorded an album of Dick's shower singing

Their favorite track: Dancing Queen (L'Oréal remix)

Yeah Damian exists but let's be real Tim and Duke are the only Gen Z batkids

They dyed each other's hair and no one batted an eye

Dick bought two pairs of Ray-Bans and both went missing the next day. He blamed Jason even though Tim and Duke were right there, rocking their matching shades

They locked Damian out of his Club Penguin after too many failed password attempts

They also convinced him the Batmobile had a secret chicken incubator function

Steph loses her charger often but rarely notices because either Alfred or Bruce will replace it when she does. Tim and Duke, meanwhile, collect them and plan on regifting them to her on the 10th anniversary of losing her first one

Cass knows where they hid her hairdryer, but it's in Tim's room and no amount of survival training could prepare her for that

Bruce forgot to add Duke to the family phone plan so Tim hacked the account and added Duke himself

Sometimes Tim and Duke get lumped into a single entity during headcounts and just watch as everyone panics thinking they're missing a person

[dc-marvel-life]

Slipped My Mind

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader 

Summary: Bruce forgot a very important day and the whole family is making sure he knows it. He tries to fix the mistake before you get home

Word Count: 917

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Bruce was sitting in the Batcave on the bat computer going over some files after a night of patrol. It has been a strange day for Bruce because no one is giving him the time of day today. It all started this morning when he woke up to an empty, cold bed without you. He didn’t think too much about it because you both are busy people with jobs. You own a very popular restaurant downtown. 

Alfred comes down to the Batcave to give Bruce his nightly coffee. Once Alfred is next to Bruce he just throws down the tray in front of Bruce. Bruce looks at Alfred wondering why he just did that, but Alfred just has a straight face. Bruce lets out a sigh and nods his head. He picks up the coffee and spits it out.

“Alfred why is the coffee cold and bitter” Bruce grabs the napkin on the tray and cleans his mouth. 

“I bet that is how Mistress Y/N feels about you today,” Alfred says under his breath then walks away. Bruce looks at him wide eye not understanding where that just came from. He ignores it now and will talk about it later with him. Right now Bruce is tired and just wants to see and cuddle his wife. 

After a bit, the boys come back from patrol. They didn’t want to work with Bruce tonight. They didn’t give a good reason. They just mumbled under their breath and left. 

“How was patrol tonight boys?” Bruce asked trying to make conversation since he was being ignored all day.

“Why do you care about how patrol is when there are more important things to be worried about right now,” Jason says taking off his helmet. Bruce looks at Jason with narrowed eyes trying to understand what he means by that. 

“Jason is right and you need to do better or you are going to lose her,” Dick says with anger behind his tone. 

“Lose her..” Bruce says to himself.

“Have you not noticed that she hasn’t been here all day because I have and miss her!” Damian yells. Bruce starts to think; are they talking about you not being here?

“Y/N isn’t here because you have forgotten your 10-year anniversary,” Tim says out loud. Bruce's heart stops for a second and he looks at the date. They were right, it was you and Bruce’s 10-year wedding anniversary and it has slipped his mind.

He stops everything that he is doing and runs out of the Batcave. He takes off the suit, gets into one of his many cars, and drives to the nearest store at this hour. He goes in and buys everything that you like and rushes back home to get everything set up for you. 

After about an hour you arrive home after a very long day. You go up to your shared room with Bruce and open the door in awe. There are rose petals everywhere with lit candles and all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks. You look at Bruce with a serious face.

“Are you cheating on me?!” you say angrily. 

“Why would you think that?” Bruce says confused.

“Baby, I love you and everything but you aren’t the most romantic person in the world sometimes. You know how to treat a woman very well but you don’t really show it too much. Now I come home on a random day and this is all done. I have to think that you are cheating on me and got caught” you explain and Bruce starts to laugh.

“Oh, this is great. You also forgot” Bruce smiles and walks over to you.

“What did I forget?” you start to think about what was so important about today, and then you remember. Today is your anniversary. 

“Bruce I am so sorry that I forgot. I was so busy this morning getting stuff for the kids. Dick was wearing too small of clothes, so I went shopping for him. Jason needed new guns because somehow he lost them. Tim needed new computer parts. Damian has a field trip so I had to drive to the school and drop it off. Barbara needed help getting somewhere today. Then the restaurant was understaffed tonight so I had to jump in” You ramble on but stop one Bruce pulls you into a hug and leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away. 

“Happy anniversary dear. We both forgot and that’s okay” Bruce says and you both laugh at it.

“Wow we really did forget, but it has been the best 10 years of my life” You give Bruce a chaste kiss. 

“Now I haven’t been able to see my wife all tonight and the boys have been giving me the cold shoulder because they think you are mad at me for not remembering,” Bruce says.

“Let me go talk to the boys and explain what really happened,” you say and try to leave Bruce’s hold but can’t get out of his strong grip on your waist.

“Now we still have a few hours left in our anniversary and I want to spend it taking care of my hard-working wife who has been on her feet all day,” Bruce says and picks you up with ease.

“I like the sound of that” You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck and kiss him. You both spend the night remembering why you got married in the first place. 

Masterlist

Request are open

[ultralightpoe]

Busted - Ethan Landry

Authors Note: First Ethan imagine, take it easy on me 

Warnings: ghostface, death, mentions of sexy times 

Word Count: 1485

Description: Ethan lays out the rules for the slasher movies, and you notice that he pretends not to know when the slasher becomes real 

If you like Taylor Swift then look at my request event for April HERE!

Enjoy!

The apartment door had 6 locks on it, and there was something odd about that to you. 

Mindy claimed that it was completely normal, considering what Sam and Tara had gone through, and bragged about the taser she kept in the nightstand of her dorm room. Anika laughed and claimed that it was hot. 

You were still left unsettled by the locks on the door, and you still had no clue what they went through but it seemed extremely rude to ask so you kept your mouth shut until you were in Ethans dorm later, on the floor playing Uno. 

Chad had left for one of his classes a mere 15 minutes ago and you were trying not to let the awkwardness of being left alone with your crush get to you. Not that anything helped considering you were still a blushing mess. 

“Hey, uhm Ethan?” You ask, voice hesitant as you finally get the courage to speak up. His head snaps up from the deep concentration he had on the cards “I had a question about….well your friends….”

You had met Ethan before you had met any of them, having been sat next to him in Film Studies, ignoring the stupid commentary of your fellow classmate Jason Carvey. Ethan had kept forgetting pencils and you kept supplying them, then you went to share headphones when you forgot your pair and he had a good taste in music. 

Then he introduced you to his roommate Chad, where you met his twin Mindy and her girlfriend Anika all the way to the sisters Tara and Sam and their new roommate Quinn. It was a lot of people for you and honestly you felt awkward and quiet whenever you were near them. 

“What about them?” He tenses up, cheeks falling red as you stare back at him. 

“They keep talking about something happening to them and well……I don’t want to be a dick and ask because that would be way out of line and they are pretty vague about it all so I was wondering if you k-”

“You don’t know?” He laughs, instantly dropping his cards, which left you thankful cause you would have lost judging by the amount of pick 4’s he had. 

“No?”  If it was possible his face seems to light up even more and he scoots forward until his knees are touching yours. 

“You know about Sidney Prescott right?”

“The chick that inspired all those Stab movies?” 

“Yes her. So basically Sam and Tara lived in the town that those all took place and there was a copycat killer that found out that Sam is the daughter of Billy Loomis-”

“Who is that?”

“Billy Loomis is one of the original killers.”

“Got it.”

“So they survived a ghostface,” As he is explaining it all he pulls out his phone and shows you photos of ghostface and Sam all bloodied up leaving the house where the murders took place. An uneasy feeling rises in your gut but you push it down, leaning forward to set his phone down. 

“No more.” 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, eyes flashing concern as he leans his forehead against yours. 

“It’s all just so….. terrible .”

“Well I’m glad you know. Being around that group is a hazard.” 

“Then why do you hang around them?”

“Because he’s my roommate.” He shrugs, but something seems off with him as he stands and heads to the mini fridge to grab two drinks for you both. “By the rules of slasher films if you don’t know what happened before you are either the first to die or you’re pretending cause you’re the killer.”

“I’m sorry?” You laugh, flicking the cards away, fully invested in the conversation now. “Rules?”

He turns, eyes on you as he pretends to be dramatic. “RULES TO SURVIVE A SLASHER! RULER NUMBER ONE, NEVER HAVE SEX-”

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The thought that this was happening because you had sex seemed quite funny in retrospect, but it’s the first thing you think when you hear the news of Jason. 

You had been disappointed earlier when your boyfriend had canceled plans but as you sat in his lap now, watching your shared friends panic about the current events and try to figure out what to do, you were thankful that you spent some time studying. 

“You okay?” He whispers, leaning so his chin rests on your shoulders as everyone keeps panicking. 

“I feel sick.” You admit, turning to touch your foreheads together, something you had been doing long before either of you admitted your feelings for the other.  “Based on the slasher movie rules….because I lost my virginity to you, that means I die right?”

“Those are fake.” He sneers, as if angry at the thought. 

“Well you said-”

“What are you two over there whispering about?” Mindy sneers, making you blush. 

“What’s happening?” Ethan asks, pulling you closer to take most of Mindy’s attitude. “Why is everyone freaking out? Who is a ghostface?”

“Come on Ethan, catch up.” Anika snaps but you are frozen in his lap, an unknown feeling rising in your chest.

What was it he said a couple months ago? Something about- 

“Y/n?” Someone calls, and you cannot answer, eyes connected to the screen of the tv as a mask appears. 

—----------------------------------

It was a different feeling from hearing about ghostface to being actually chased by a ghostface and you were absolutely terrified. Tears were leaking from your eyes as the masked figure banged against the door, blood covering most of the floor where Quinn was stabbed. 

“Oh my god ohmygod-” You sob, hand covering Anika's wound as the red leaked out and she began spitting blood. “NONONONO-”

Sam taps your shoulder, urging you to the window where the ladder had been sat up, trying to get you to go. 

“No, her wound-”

“Y/n! GO!” Mindy snaps, her back against the dresser as Sam helps you crawl up. 

“I can’t.” You sob, pushing Sam to go first. “I will help Ani-”

So you wait as Sam crosses, holding the ladder as she does so before you call for Mindy who kisses her girlfriend before crawling herself. “Ani come on-”

“Go. You go Y/n.” She whines as the banging begins to get harder when ghostface breaks through the dresser a bit more. 

A few more moments of arguing before you both are on the ladder, you in the front with her holding your ankles to follow. Both of you were sobbing while the three on the other end screamed for you, yelling about the masked killer behind you. 

Turning, which if Ethan were here he would correct, and seeing the man right at the window, tilting his head when you look back. 

“Shit shit shit.” You curse, trying to go faster and slipping a bit. The ladder slides to the left, and you slip some more since you are covered in blood but the gloved hand of the killer catches it before it could tip you over. 

Not risking it, you rush forward, letting Sam's boyfriend grab you into the window as you turn to see the Ghostface begin hitting the ladder harshly to knock Ani off. 

—-----------------------------------------------

You were sitting between Tara and Mindy, Chad on Mindy’s other side as tears slid down her face. Right down the alley held Ani’s body and you were doing your best not to throw up, holding yourself as you began to rock back and forth, 

“Y/N!” Someone shouts and you see Ethan running up with his backpack, a worried look on his face. 

Mindy snatches your forearm as Chad stands up to shove him back, Ethans eyes widening. 

“Back the fuck up!”

“Whoa man, what’s going on?!”

“You claim to know nothing about Ghostface all this time and the second you disappear my sister loses her girlfriend when we all get attacked?” Chad scoffs and that gut feeling rises again. 

“I WAS AT CLASS!” Ethan argues, lunging for you again and getting shoved back once more. 

“Rule number 6.” You mumble, everyone looking to you as you wipe your eyes.  “Rule number 6. They claim not to know about it then they are either first killed or the killer in disguise.”

“She’s right.” Mindy nods, more tears sliding from your cheeks. “I’m with Y/n on this one, nerdy white boy is suspect number one.”

Busted.

Ethan looks at you, something in his eyes before he shoves Chad back and moves closer. “If I’m the suspect then keep me in eyesight right? But I need to make sure you are okay.”

His hands are on your arm in an instant, following the trail of blood and looking for a wound. “Where were you hit?”

“She’s the only one that wasn’t stabbed oddly enough.” Mindy sneers. “Would make sense now.”

Ethan glares, pulling your face into his chest and although everything in you screams to run away you sob anyways.

(my first ethan imagine so please take it easy. If you like taylor swift then look at my request event HERE!) 

[theodorecanaryhood]

Birdie

Arkham Knight/Red Hood/Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Commissioner Gordon had ordered a City wide evacuation, no civilian to be left - course the odd few stayed behind.

‘Sparrow, what’s your location?’ Batman ask through the comms.

He was roaring down the streets chasing down his next lead to this Arkham Knight, you stayed high up.

‘On top of Iceberg Lounge, Barbara called and needs help. I’m gonna head there now’ you said, grappling to the next building.

‘Robin is at GCPD, he will join the mission later, I need you to stay out of danger’ Batman said for the fourth time tonight.

You entered the clock tower which was used as Oracles base of operations, Barbara had been your friend for a few years now.

When she was Batgirl and you were protege to Selina Kyle, though you liked being good more and Bruce needed extra help since Dick left.

‘Y/n, that you?’ Barbara called out, you walked into the room. Not losing the cowl yet.

‘Yeah sweetness, it’s me’ you smiled, handing Barbara the Chinese food you picked up on the way.

‘Thank God, I forgot to eat’ Barbara chuckled as she took the food from you.

‘I noticed’ you chuckled too, looking at the screens.

The Arkham Knight was causing mayhem but no one knew who he was, you theorised it might be someone personal as he knows Bruce is Batman. But, there were no other details other than he’s military.

‘We ever consider Tim for this Knight character?’ You asked serious as Barbara looked at you.

‘My Tim? No way’ she laughed, picking up her chopsticks and beginning to eat.

‘I’m serious Babs, he could be, he’s never around whenever we go up against the Knight’ you spoke with reason.

Barbara shrugged a little as she looked back at the monitors, you heard a noise in the distance but couldn’t work out what it was.

Batman suddenly appeared on the screen with urgency, panic in his eyes as he called out to Barbara.

‘Oracle, get out of there, now’ Batman called through the speaker.

‘Relax B, no one knows I’m here’ suddenly the power was cut and before you knew it someone had hit you over the back of the head.

It went black for a good space of time, in which you had no recollection of what happened. You just knew you were waking up when your head started to thump.

‘Leave him, he won’t be trouble. If he knows what’s good for him’ you heard a voice, modulated and dark.

You felt a little fear but Bruce always told you to disregard your fears when around an enemy. They’ll sense it and prey on you.

‘Well, hello Birdie’ the Knight said as he pulled the sack off your head.

You weren’t wearing your cowl anymore so he could see your face clearly.

‘What have you done to Barbara?’ You demanded as the Knight laughed, kneeling in front of you.

‘She’s fine, in another room. So what’s your story Handsome?’ He asked as he touched your knee.

You jerked your leg away from his reach as he stood up, his voice being heard even when muttering under his breath.

‘I see how it is Birdie, well, I’ll leave you a little longer and come back later when you’re ready to cooperate’ the Knight said as he left the room.

You didn’t know how long it had been since the Knight last paid you a visit, but you were still alone in the room.

A few Militia members came into the room, you went to throw a punch but were tased and out in a second.

You woke up soon after in a different room, just you and the Knight. Who was now standing in front of you.

‘Hello again Birdie’ he chuckled as you stood up and found your wrist shackled to the wall.

‘Where the fuck am I? What do you want?’ You asked, face as threatening as you could make it.

‘Where’s Batman?’ The Knight asked you, completely ignoring your question.

‘Looking for you’ you looked to the door as you spotted a shadow walking passed.

You calculated in your head it would take roughly 30 seconds to make it to the door from where you were, yet, you would need to find a way to get out of the shackles and passed the Knight.

You suddenly lifted your arms up in front of your face as the Knight came toward you, his hand in front of him.

‘I’m not going to hurt you Birdie, I’m gonna undo your shackles. If you run, I’ll have to hold you down’ The Knight said as he revealed the key in his hand.

You obeyed orders and allowed the Knight to release you, he held your arm as he took you to another room.

This from was dimly lit as you saw four Militia members stand guard with their guns.

‘Hold him until I tell you, well let him go once Batman is dealt with’ Knight said as he left you in the room with the men.

You found yourself tied to the chair as they stood and looked on, readjusting their aims every time you looked like you were about to move.

It has been at least an hour by now, the Knight hadn’t come back yet and you were getting impatient.

Bruce has to be nearby surely, but you needed to find Barbara first. You watched the room and saw two of the men were further away from you, one with their back turned.

You could catch them off guard, but you would need to be quick. Though you were tired, adrenaline would need to take over.

‘I don’t like the way he’s looking at me’ one Militia member said, you didn’t let go of your eye contact.

‘Just ignore him, he doesn’t have any power’ another one responded.

You counted down in your head that you could potentially knock them down on 30 seconds or so, though it would need to be relying on speed and accuracy.

The biggest member got closer to you with his gun in your face, smiling devilishly.

‘Something you want to share?’ He asked trying to seem threatening.

You swing your leg up and kicked him in the thigh, knocking him off guard.

You rose to your feet and have a hard head butt, swinging your back, still being tied to the chair, knocking another member over.

You threw yourself on the ground and broke the chair, grabbing a gun and shooting all four Militia men in the arms, legs or shoulders.

You managed to get the door open, thankfully it wasn’t locked, going to the room you were sure Barbara was in. Seeing she isn’t there, you panicked.

‘Birdie?’ The Knight almost whispered as you saw he was standing. You couldn’t see, but for some reason you knew he was smiling under the mask.

‘Your men suck’ you mocked, lifting the stolen gun in your hand, pointing it at the Knight.

‘You’re outta Ammo’ he chuckled as you pulled the trigger, hearing a click.

The Knight came forward and hit you over the head, making it all go black.

Time seemed to stop for a while as you woke up to daylight, Dick and Tim sitting next to you as you found yourself in a hospital bed.

‘Where am I?’ You mumbled as the two rushed to your side.

‘Gotham General, don’t try and move too much’ Tim said softly, placing his hand on the top of your head.

Barbara?’ You asked, Tim smiled and nodded, answering with no words to let you know she’s fine.

‘Scarecrow?’

‘Arkham, he’ll be there a while. The Knight took off, no one can find him. But I’ll take that as a good thing’ Dick stood near your feet.

‘Where’s Bruce?’ You asked, Dick looked down as Tim teared up a little.

‘He was revealed as Batman, him and Alfred were in the Manor when they released the Knighfall Protocol’ Tim choked a little, you were stunned.

You’d heard of the Knightfall Protocol, but you’d hoped that Bruce would never have to use it.

After grieving and working as a solo act for a while, you’d found yourself coming across the plans of Black Mask.

You’d got to his source of latest crime, the location being not too difficult to find alone.

You walked around to find his men down, some shot or necks snapped. You saw the leftovers of the massacre, only to hear talking in the distance.

Going into a room where you found Black Mask being held up against the window by a man in a mask.

You gasped as you saw Black Mask get kicked out the window, falling to his death.

‘Say hi to Joker for me’ The masked man said, he turned and stood still when he saw you looking at the outcome.

‘Way to make a statement’ you said with a small smile.

The stranger said nothing as he picked up a bag, putting his guns back in the holsters.

‘Do you have a name?’ You asked, the new guy simply nodded.

‘Red Hood’

‘You need help? I’ve found myself working alone since the Bats left’ Red Hood shook his head, placing the bag on his shoulder.

‘I work alone, but thanks for the offer’

You stood deciding on what to do next now that Sionis is taken care of.

‘It’s good seeing you again, Birdie’ Red Hood said as you turned around to look at him.

The suit, the build, the violence and the tone of anger in his voice. It made sense.

‘Knight?’ Was all you got out before Red Hood grappled out of the building.

Gotham City lights were always beautiful to look upon from the rooftops, it had been weeks since the takedown of Black Mask.

‘You’re not an easy man to track down’ you announced yourself to Red Hood. He simply turned around to look at you, then continued on what he was doing.

‘I don’t need a partner Birdie’ he said lowly as you approached.

‘I know, but it would be nice to have friends. Batman is gone, Robin retired and Nightwing went back to Bludhaven. There aren’t many of us left now’ you revealed.

Red Hood scoffed, looking at you as he took off his mask.

‘Us Batboys have gotta stick together huh?’

‘Jason? Jason Todd?’ You asked in disbelief, Jason nodded.

‘In the flesh’

It was this moment that had you thinking that life was in a way, turning in the right direction. You’d only ever heard of Jason, and just that Bruce lost his second son.

Gotham City was under the control of the two of you, and you could both help clean the streets.

You both looked upon the city in a comfortable silence, as you both realised you had the city to yourselves.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 8/?

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I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, my laptop broke, and it took a while to save the money up to fix it.

Here's the next chapter; sorry it's so short

They’re looking for you.

Jason had received the text from Roy not even a minute ago. He didn’t have to ask who ‘they’ were. Jason knew the Bats wouldn’t leave well enough alone and let him live his life, but he had hoped. He sighed; he couldn’t worry about that now.

“Everything’s okay, daddy?”

“Everything’s fine. Let’s go finish packing your things.”

Jason had found a new place for them to stay in the following days since they found Jazz and Ellie. Thankfully, he had money, or they would’ve been stuck in the small cabin for a while. Jason smiled as he watched Danny hum while putting away his few toys.

The cabin had come furnished, so Jason had bought new furniture to be delivered to the small three-bedroom house he had rented. It wouldn’t be their permanent living space. It was only until he could buy a bigger house.

The kids would have the smallest rooms, Jazz would have the biggest, and Jason would take the second-biggest. He didn’t have much and hadn’t had a chance to take his books out of storage yet, anyway. Jazz walked into the room and watched Danny while she fed Ellie a bottle. He didn’t have much and hadn’t had a chance to take his books out of storage yet, anyway. Jazz walked into the room and watched Danny while she fed Ellie a bottle.

Ellie waved at Jason and then smiled. Jason couldn’t help but smile back; she looked so much like Danny.

“I have to thank you again for doing this for us.”

“Nonsense, Danny is my kid now, and you’re his sister, well, my sister. Family sticks together.”

Jason and Jazz were now the Nightingale siblings. They were raising their kids as single parents. If asked, Danny’s mother died during childbirth, and Jazz’s no-good boyfriend left her and their daughter behind. The two siblings decided to pool their resources together and raise the two cousins under one roof.

 Jazz had just turned eighteen, but her new fake ID said she was twenty. Jason had aged himself up, too. He was twenty-three instead of twenty.

“Not many people would help a random kid they met in an alley, let alone adopt him and then take in his sister and clone.”

Jason shrugged, “I’m not like many people.”

He ignored the voice that told him he was becoming Bruce.

“Besides, I’m being selfish; Danny has helped me with my pit madness.”

“His ectoplasm was yucky, Jazzy.”

Ellie finished her bottle, and Jazz helped burp her.

“Hmm,” Jazz hummed while looking a Jason. It made him want to squirm.

“Once we settle into the new place, I’ll tell you both what happened in our dimension. Right now, I’m too tired to recount things.”

“That’s fine, Jazz. Take your time. I’m not in a hurry to find out why I’m so small.”

“He’s right,” Jason reassured her, “you don’t have to tell us yet; you’ve been through a lot.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Jason smiled, “now, who’s ready to see their new home?”

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“Roy, please, I need help.”

Roy gritted his teeth; he was tired of Dick pestering him.

“You have the rest of the Titans looking for the poor guy, and Batdad probably has Superman on his ass. You don’t need me.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re not in a hurry to look for him to find out if he’s okay. It’d be one thing if you knew already—unless,” Dick’s eyes narrowed.

“Of course; why didn’t I see it earlier? You do know where Jason is, and you didn’t tell anyone?!”

Roy dodged the first punch but was unable to escape the kick. Dick got him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Where is he?”

Roy almost forgot how much of a bad temper Dick had and how scary he could be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I swear to God, Roy if you don’t tell me where my little brother is…”

“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Dick scowled and let go of Roy. As Roy walked away, Dick yelled after him.

“We will find Jason and bring him back home.”

Roy ignored the man; he was too full of himself.

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

they really think Damian and Lian were just in Damian's room to color and draw and play with Titus whenever they visit the Manor, but no. i mean sure, yes, at first it was like that.

not until Lian said, "Daddy, JayJay, Dami is helping me to be cool." and then she tried to kick the air, and she extended her arm as if to punch the air.

Roy and Jason exchanged looks.

at the Manor the next weekend, Jason pulls Damian outside his own room and leave Lian to color on the bed.

Damian, crosses his arms: You better not be wasting my time, Todd and Harper. What is this about?

Roy: Damian, what have you been teaching Lian?

Damian:

Jason: Don't give us that look, Brat. It doesn't work on me.

Damian, rolls his eyes: Tt. Nothing too complicated. Plus, she's meant to be trained to protect herself. When will you begin with the basics? When she's in the face of danger? I thought you imbeciles were knowledgeable.

Roy: We will be there to protect her. And we will choose when and how.

Jason: And in case you forgot, Brat, she's still six.

Damian, unimpressed: Oh, please. I was slowly introduced to weapons at her age. And look how skilled I came to be.

Jason, snorts: You mean skilled at being a brat?

Damian: You're a whole nuisance, Todd.

Lian, interrupts their conversation, running to where they are outside the room and shows the drawing she made to the three of them: Look, Daddy, JayJay and Dami, I drew myself as Robin.

Dick, who just pops out of nowhere behind them: Aww. As the first Robin, I say you would look so badass, Pumpkin.

Roy, whispers: Dick, don't encourage her.

Jason starts to push Dick, but that just gives Dick the chance to grab his arm and pull him for a bear hug. Jason wiggles his way out of it.

Roy, smiles and touches one of Lian's pigtails: What a beautiful drawing, Princess.

Jason, smiles softly at her: Good job, Princess.

Lian beams at them before going back inside the room.

Damian: At least she didn't draw herself as the Red Hood with that hideous helmet. She's even smarter than you, Todd.

Jason: Oh, you little sh-

Jason starts to charge for his little brother, but thankfully, Roy and Dick hold him back. Damian gives a light smirk, which reminds them of Bruce's, and follows Lian back inside the room.

Later that day

Jason: I hate to agree to the demon brat, but he's right. We have to teach her some basics at least.

Roy: Let's take one step at a time, kay, Jaybird? She just learned additions and subtractions.

Jason: When the time is right, of course. But for now-

Roy: - we will make sure that your brother doesn't teach anything too-

Jason: - demonic or bratty. I'll make sure of it.

Roy just rolls his eyes fondly at his boyfriend.

[britcision]

I’m spoiling you all, really, the last chapter was just last night

Buuuuut it’s WIP Wednesday, so enjoy!

Chapters in the tag

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Pay Attention To Me Dammit

“Okay,” Danny sucked in a deep breath, surfacing from Jason’s suit to two deeply concerned pairs of blue eyes, “let’s get somewhere private real fast.”

Tucker snickered, helpfully extracting both him and Sam from Jason’s arms.

“I can’t fucking believe you forgot Vlad was coming,” he sighed, voice still shaking as he gave Jason a once over.

Sam, sucking in huge gasps of air, pinched his arm as she straightened.

“Oh shut up, not like you brought him up either,” she wheezed, still grinning.

“Vladdie’s gonna be fucking heartbroken,” Tucker sighed happily, shoving Danny towards a corner.

People were definitely looking. And not just the other four bats; regular guests were watching behind fans, hands, or just deadass staring.

Tim took over, catching Danny’s wrist and pulling the other boy after him. They weren’t that far off the same height.

“So, should I take it that “Vlad” being here is a good thing or a bad thing?” He asked, pulling on his best socialite smile, heading for one of the hall exits instead.

“Side room?” Jason wondered, guiding Sam and Tucker quickly after him. Tim nodded without looking back.

“They shouldn’t be busy yet. We can talk without being overheard,” he added to the other three, who obligingly sped up.

“As for your question, Vlad being here is… probably gonna end up being nothing?” Danny offered, doing his best smiles for the rich assholes they passed.

Sam kicked him in the ankle.

“Wait til we’re alone,” she said quietly, hustling Tucker along.

Unsurprisingly to Jason and Tim, the first side room already had four other people sitting in it, on two extremely plush couches, angled at right angles and facing a fireplace. Before Danny could turn to find another, Steph caught his hand and pulled him in.

“Hi, Stephanie Brown, friend of the Waynes, we’re gonna talk all about Jason’s adorable little crush on you but first, what did you need privacy for?” She asked, eyes bright with innuendo.

Danny grinned right back, already liking this one, and relaxed when Tim and Jason guided the others in and shut the door.

“Well, I guess you all being here means no one has to be found later… and the more eyes the better in this case,” he mused, looking over the other teens and young adult.

Dick waved at Tucker, grinning sarcastically.

“Danny. And Danny,” he added, nodding to Danny himself.

Sam hid a snicker behind her hand.

“That’s what you went with?” She asked Tucker, and he grinned entirely unrepentantly back.

“What, Jason said he told them who I was,” he said in his very best innocent voice.

Before they could get going, Jason raised a hand.

“I’m gonna guess there was a reason you snuck Danny in other than getting back at Sam’s parents? Vlad Masters,” he prodded, dropping to sit on one of the plush royal blue couches next to Cass.

All three Amity Parkers sobered immediately.

“Right… yeah, we should sit for this,” Tucker agreed, glancing around the room. Seating for nine was going to be tight, but… well, he may no longer be a teenager, but he was still seating-flexible.

Introductions were made as people juggled themselves around, finally ending with Cass, Jason, and Danny on one sofa, Sam, Steph, and Damian on the other, and Dick and Tim perching on windowsill or sofa arm respectively. Tucker took the floor.

Once movement stilled, Danny exchanged glances with Sam and Tucker. Maybe hoping that for once, he wouldn’t be doing the explaining?

He shoulda known better.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and didn’t lean intentionally into Jason’s side. It was good to have another halfa around, that was all.

“Sooooo… cliff’s notes? Vlad Masters is a shady millionaire who uses some seriously unethical shit to make predatory deals with other millionaires to steal their fortune. We think he’s here to make his way to that final “b”, byyyy stealing your dad’s fortune,” he explained quickly, glancing around at the Waynes and adjacents he could see.

They did not look convinced.

Tim frowned, leaning forward on his knee and steepling his fingers.

“If you have proof of that, shouldn’t someone already be looking into him?” He asked contemplatively, eyes fixed on Danny’s face.

It was. Weirdly intense.

Fighting down discomfort, Danny shrugged.

“So remember when I said deeply unethical? Think like, mind control. He’s hard to investigate.”

“You make him sound like a supervillain,” Dick noted from the windowsill.

Sam raised a pointed eyebrow at him.

“Duh, we said “millionaire”.”

“Hey,” Tim protested, leaning around Steph to frown at her, “I’m a millionaire.”

She stared him dead in the eye while Steph snickered.

“I said what I said.”

“And so are you,” he shot back sharply, eyes narrowing.

Sam didn’t blink.

“I work at a plant nursery my parents don’t approve of and pay my own tuition. My family are millionaires; I’m not,” she said plainly.

Tim puffed up his cheeks, but let them deflate silently. Jason definitely wasn’t smirking.

Cass leaned forwards suddenly, eyes darting around the room searchingly before settling on Sam.

“Masters. Your connection?” She asked softly, the others stilling to hear her.

Both of Sam’s brows rose, but she didn’t comment at hearing the other girl’s voice for the first time. She looked to Danny instead, raising an eyebrow.

Danny blew out a huff of air, ruffling his bangs.

“So… we… well…”

“He wants to fuck Danny’s mom and adopt Danny,” Tucker said bluntly, tipping his head back to hit Danny’s knees and grinning up at him.

Danny poked him in the forehead, but didn’t refute it.

“Yeah. So he’s kinda been my problem for a while. And he’s the mayor of Amity Park now? Is he still?” He asked, looking from one to the other.

Sam shrugged.

“Think so. I haven’t heard about anyone new.”

The Waynes and co were all kind of just… staring at them. Danny gave them jazz hands.

“And now he’s heeeeeere. He probably won’t make any moves if he knows I’m around, but we should keep an eye on him around Mr Wayne anyway.”

“And we can add him to the fuckery list, along with Sam’s parents,” Tucker added with a very satisfied smile.

It drew all eyes his way, ranging from intrigued to sceptical.

“How?” Steph asked, eyes bright.

Tucker waved a hand over the room.

“Black hair. Blue eyes. For one thing, Mr Drake-Wayne is even the same height, so if he sees you from behind, he could be confused. Dick’s not far off either. And best of all,” he added while the others did quick visual comparisons, decidedly smug, “we hint that Bruce is thinking of accepting Danny as an intern. Step one of Wayne Adoption.”

Sam’s eyes lit up with evil glee.

“Oh he’d do his fucking nut if you cozied up to someone richer than him, Danny,” she gasped, hands bouncing on her lap.

Danny hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Jason. Who was looking back, gears clearly turning. Seeing that he had Danny’s eye, he leaned in quickly.

“Vlad Masters would be Vlad Plasmius, yes?” He asked in a low voice. He’d scanned the database more than read in detail, but he knew the basics.

One very important basic.

Vlad was the other halfa.

And Vlad could sense other halfas. For a hot second Danny very nearly took off out of the room, ready to go find and kick Vlad’s ass and keep him far, far away from Jason.

He didn’t realise he’d clenched his fists until one of them was held in a large, hot hand. Slowly, shakily he uncurled them, checking for blood in the deep half moon crevices now dug in his palms.

Nothing. He was fine.

“Danny?” Jason asked softly, and Danny looked up to his face. There was something in his eyes, something familiar in the way they flashed a deep, sudden green when their eyes met.

Yeah, Jason’s Obsession was fucking definitely Protection, at least in part. Danny clasped his hand quickly, half worried Jason was gonna do just what he’d had to try so hard not to.

Would it have been that bad if Jason was just his friend, not his knight?

There was no way to know anymore.

Covering Jason’s hands in both of his, he gave Jason the best smile he could.

“I’m fine. But yeah, that’s him. And we… should probably also have a private word.” Because there was this sudden, very nasty little temptation curling through him.

“Would this private word have anything to do with Jason almost going full feral?” Dick asked with a studied innocence that had at least a master’s degree.

Which was when Danny noticed that the rest were all staring at them. At their clasped hands. At Jason’s still a little too green eyes.

**

Jason grimaced, fully aware of what they must have seen. He tamped the green down firmly, pushing against the wave of protect-protect-PROTECT the pit was damn near screaming inside him.

Wasn’t entirely sure it was only the pit.

Watching Danny tense up like that, clearly in the throes of fight or flight, pulled at something primal inside him.

Jason didn’t know who Vlad Masters was, what he looked like, what he was doing, but he was fully willing to throw him out of the building by the neck if Danny would relax even a little.

He threatens my king, something growled in the back of his mind and Jason’s hands jerked.

That was fucking new. And not fucking welcome.

He looked to Dick instead, giving him a strained smile. It was the best he could do right now.

“Yeah,” he admitted, not fully comfortable with how strained his voice sounded. How tight his throat felt.

Had the pit tried to use his mouth? Make him speak?

Just the thought made him want to puke, but he pushed that down too. He had shit to do today, and the pit wasn’t gonna ruin it.

“I told you he was helping me with the pit,” he added when Dick still looked calculatedly calm. Definitely not about to tackle him to the ground if he moved too suddenly.

Fuck Jason hoped Dick never tried. When they fought for fun, for training, sure Dick could hand him his ass six ways from Sunday. But when the green took over…

He didn’t want to hurt his brother. None of his brothers, ever again.

Except maybe a little bit psychologically.

“Fenton’s eyes changed too,” Damian said sharply, and oooh absolutely nothing in Jason liked that accusatory tone.

Not about Danny. Not about his king.

His head snapped around to glare at the youngest and knew his eyes had gone green again from the way the others recoiled. All but Sam and Danny. And Damian himself, suicidal little gremlin.

All but Cass, who slipped herself carefully but immovably back into his lap, hooking her feet into the backs of his knees and hands on his cheeks. Pinning him in place.

Making him look at her, not Damian.

She studied his expression intensely, her eyes saying more than even Dick could manage.

And there was a hand in his again, gently soothing across his fingers until his knuckles opened, and Cass let him look away to Danny. Doing just what Jason had done less than a minute ago.

Danny didn’t have to tell his secrets to anyone he didn’t want to. Not now, not the first time they met, not before he trusted them.

Anger-protect-not their business

And Danny smiled back, all gentle and soft, and Jason settled back, relaxing muscles he hadn’t noticed tensing.

Reassurance-calm-safe safe safe-trust

If Jason trusted them, Danny would too. And if that didn’t sting something right in his chest.

Danny cleared his throat, turning back to the rest of the room and giving them a slightly tighter smile.

“Yeah. I. Uh… I was exposed to the Lazarus pits? About a year before Jason was. So I know what it’s like when it gets too strong.”

Half truths at best, but close enough to be believed. To make sense.

Close enough that no one except Damian, tactless boy wonder, would ever ask.

“Only the dying can survive exposure to the pits,” the boy snapped, eyes sharp as he studied Danny in a new light.

Jason’s hands nearly clenched again, but this time Danny’s was in the way. Protecting Danny meant not crushing Danny’s hand.

Good loophole.

“The dying and the dead,” Danny agreed placidly, calm just barely tinted by amusement.

Jason closed his eyes, let himself focus on breathing in Danny’s aura.

Was that a hint of trouble-fun-plans plans mayhem?

Damian squinted at Danny for another long moment, then nodded sharply and sat back. Steph punched him.

“Damian, you can’t just go asking people if they’ve died,” she hissed in a comically loud whisper.

“It was relevant to the conversation!” Damian insisted, immediately sitting back up to defend his honour. Steph tweaked his nose and he properly growled, gearing up to tackle her.

“It was rude, Baby Bat,” Dick coaxed gently, coming from the windowsill to the couch to scoop Damian into his arms.

The only one of them who could have done it and survived. Damian glowered up at him too, then folded his arms and scowled at the floor.

Dire retributions would surely be incoming.

“Hey, it’s cool,” Danny caused, grinning along with the others now that the tension had broken. “He just wanted to know I’m not gonna hurt Jason, right?”

All eyes turned back to Damian, who squinted suspiciously at Danny again. Jason was ready for the flare of protectiveness this time.

Danny was fine. He could handle the demon brat, even if Dick didn’t have him in hand already.

Jason didn’t want to hurt his brother.

Which caused a different, confusing flare of protectiveness because what he needed to protect Damian from was himself, and the self same flares.

He stifled a chuckle that would probably only make things worse.

Finally Damian huffed, turning away into Dick’s arms.

“Tt. Ridiculous. I only wished to be sure you spoke the truth,” he snapped, and the room resettled.

Danny raised both hands, grinning, and Cass shuffled to rest her ear over Jason’s heart.

“Okay?” She asked softly, moving her feet from his pressure points. Jason brought his other arm up and around her, squeezing gently.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks,” he replied just as quietly, resting his cheek in her hair.

“Well, this does also kinda simplify things,” Danny added with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch. “I can just tell all of you; Vlad’s also been ecto…. Pit contaminated. And we can sense each other, so he’s going to know Jason is too.”

That geared the bats back up, all turning back to stare at Danny. Who grinned utterly wickedly.

“So Vladdie gets to be on the rare and extremely valued double fuckery list.”

“Is he gonna try and do anything to Jason?” Steph asked sharply, posture tensing towards the door like it might open at any second.

Tucker shrugged, moving back to lean against the couch next to Danny’s legs. He’d wisely made himself scarce when there was a chance either halfa would make a break for it.

“Like Danny said, Vlad probably won’t try anything if he knows we’re around? He can’t do his mind control on Danny so he’s gotta keep it in his pants, even if he’d rather not.”

Sam brightened, catching on to where the boys were going.

“But because Vlad is like… Obsessed with Danny for being like him, there’s a chance he’ll wanna try and adopt Jason too,” she said slowly, her smile becoming full and wicked.

“And since we’re already planning to have me and Jason caught in some indelicate way to upset the Mansons,” Danny added, utterly self satisfied, “we can fry his brain thinking he can only adopt one of us.”

“And that’s after we make him play Find The Real Danny,” Tucker jumped in, grinning broadly, “because it’s not specific enough to track a single person in a busy room. Do you guys do accents?”

Tim and Dick exchanged glances and shrugged.

“Yours wouldn’t be hard,” Tim pointed out, a smirk pulling across his own face as he nodded to Danny.

“I’d like to know why we’re also fucking with the Mansons though?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam. Who shrugged.

“They refused to let me bring my girlfriend as a plus one. So we’re gonna ruin me for men and make them think twice next time.”

“Wait, so you’re not dating Danny?” Steph asked, proving she had been hovering during their little meet and greet.

None of the Amity Parkers seemed surprised. Not by her listening in, anyway.

Danny flushed cherry red, Tucker burst out laughing, and Sam smirked.

“Not since high school,” she said casually. Danny groped around for a throwable pillow but came up short.

For some reason, Jason felt absolutely no need to protect his king from some righteous bullying. Another fun loophole.

Must be the lack of potential stabbing.

Dick grinned suddenly, now leaning on the other arm of the couch from Tim.

“Okay, but we definitely don’t tell this part to Bruce,” he said eagerly, beckoning all the others closer. “If Jason’s job is to flirt with Sam and defile Danny, we were also here to meet Danny as Jason’s friend.”

“Let Bruce think Danny’s leading you both on!” Steph finished, clapping her hands and cackling. “Oh it’s perfect!”

Sam cackled along with her, turning a much warmer smile on the other girl.

“Oh, my parents would love to trash talk Danny to him too, they’ve probably already hurried off to let him know I’m “eligible”,” she agreed with the most sarcastic air quotes Jason had ever seen.

Steph lurched immediately to her feet.

“We’re gonna miss it! Okay, so our first task is to make sure Vlad knows Danny is here, right? So he knows not to try anything on Bruce,” she added to confirm, looking between the Amity Parkers.

Danny frowned thoughtfully, touching his lower lip. Jason tried not to focus on it.

“He should know as soon as we get within proximity of each other… so probably once we’re both in the big room?”

Tim nodded, rising along with Steph, the fire of planning in his eyes.

“Sam and Jason need to be seen to be flirting, but Danny doesn’t have to be with them. Dick and I can wander through the crowd, keeping an eye out for Masters but keeping our faces turned away. Cass, can you help with that?”

Cass nodded, sitting straighter and resting her head on Jason’s shoulder instead.

“Yes. Can be Dick’s eyes, signal you both.”

Tim nodded, turning to point to Damian.

“And if you can get as close to Masters as you can, you can signal us too if he gets too close to Bruce or us.”

Damian nodded, all ruffled feathers smoothing as he straightened his suit.

“I shall watch him for any suspicious moves. I can also run interference if he approaches Father.”

Steph nodded happily and clapped her hands, pointing both at Tucker.

“And you can join me in spying on the Mansons and recording them if they talk to Bruce, for the rest of us to enjoy later!” She declared triumphantly.

Tucker shot to his feet, grinning broadly.

“Yeah! And if they catch us we can tell them Jason and Sam are doing something, or ask if they’ve seen Danny,” he agreed, bouncing on his toes. He stuck a hand out in front of him. “Ready?”

Steph slapped her palm down on the back of his hand.

“Ready!”

The room now filled with purpose, everyone came to join Tucker, sticking their hands in in a circle, even as Damian complained about “ridiculous social rituals”.

No one else seemed to mind, tossing their hands into the air as they all whispered “BREAK!”, not wanting to be heard from the hallway.

As the room emptied, Danny hung back, catching Jason’s eye.

“So I know you’re probably not ready to talk about this,” he said softly as Sam lingered in the doorway, her back conspicuously to them, “but I just need to ask you if there was electricity involved when you died.”

Jason felt his whole body tense, less than pleasant memories rushing to the fore. Broken bones. A blade in his leg. Explosion.

No electricity.

He could see the strain on Danny’s face as his mind cleared, and shook his head.

“No. Why?” He asked warily, suddenly very concerned.

Danny made a face that did precisely nothing to lessen it, looking away.

“Because there was when I died, and Vlad knows it. And he… he can control electricity. But you’ll be fine, well, other than the usual “oh no a bad guy is shooting me with electricity”, right?”

Danny was babbling now, clearly trying to distract himself, but all Jason could see was pure, pulsing green. Before he knew he’d moved he had an arm wrapped firmly around slender shoulders, crushing Danny to his chest.

He didn’t need to be told that reminders of a ghost’s death wounds could be debilitating. He’d have known without the data. Without the catch in Danny’s voice.

“If he ever lays a fucking finger on you again I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, his voice coming out almost as low as his helmet modulator.

Danny stiffened for just a moment in his grasp, then relaxed against him.

“I mean, I can handle myself,” he protested weakly, voice somewhat muffled in Jason’s jacket, “but I’m not gonna fight you on that one, Jay.”

It soothed something inside him, something hot in the center of his chest that burned at just the thought of anyone hurting the man in his arms.

Attacking him. Using the pain and trauma of his death against him. Attacking his king.

A gentle hand soothed up and down his spine.

Safe-protected-I’m okay-safe

It took a minute before Jason could bring himself to let go, smiling sheepishly down at Danny.

“Sorry. Guess I’m… uh, not used to dealing with anything other than rage from the pit,” he explained weakly.

It felt stupid, comparing something as soft as the urge to protect to those bloodthirsty rampages. That didn’t make it any less true.

Danny shrugged, rolling out his shoulders and grinning up at him.

“Hey, like I said. Shoulda seen me when I first changed. Anyway, shall we go make Vlad’s night a living hell?” He asked wickedly, a cheeky smile on his face.

Jason nodded and made for the door, giving Sam a small smile of appreciation. She looked between the two of them and snickered.

“Yeah, rumpling you both up in a closet’s gonna be easy breezy,” she said lazily, pushing the door open again. “You should trade ties.”

Danny’s hand flew to his throat and he chuckled softly, then shook both of his hands out.

“Okay… time to go make sure Vladdie knows I’m around,” he sighed, cracking his neck. Like he was limbering up for a fight?

Jason cocked a brow, taking Sam’s arm.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as they moved out into the hall, back towards the ballroom.

Danny shot him a quick grin.

“Expand my aura to cover the whole room. He’ll know I’m flexing, and he won’t be able to miss it. Should help confuse him about Tim and Dick too, since the whole place is gonna feel like me,” he added, and Jason grinned.

Alright, that was gonna be a useful trick. Time to see that famous Ghost King aura put to the test.

He wasn’t really expecting to feel a change really. He was close enough that Danny’s aura was still brushing gently over his, soothing the pit that he was right there.

Ready and close if Jason needed to protect him.

And then Danny’s brows furrowed for a moment, he flexed his shoulders back, and Jason was surrounded in pulsing waves of DANNY-DANNY-DANNY.

He didn’t know he’d stumbled until Sam caught him, her hand small on his chest right over the thudding pulse of his heart.

He barely felt it. All he could see, all he could hear, all he could feel was the raw power surging out of the man beside him.

Feeling Frostbite in the Far Frozen had been overwhelming. This… this rewrote the beat of his heart, crawled with his breath into his lungs, curled around every deep and intimate part of himself.

Everything was right in the world. His King was here. The pit fucking sang in his veins.

Aaaand Jason hadn’t been this hard in dress pants since he’d been an excitable teenager who couldn’t help it. Eyes closing, he swayed back against the hallway wall.

He could just barely feel Sam’s hand still on his chest, a grounding point as he sucked in deep breaths. Heard her snicker as the ringing in his ears began to die down.

“You’re getting better at that, Danny,” she noted, and Jason hissed.

This could have been worse? More? How?

And then Danny’s hand was at his shoulder too and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it. Knew the touch, the feel, the way the pit surged warmth to the spot.

Heard Danny’s soft voice as though it were being broadcast straight into his head.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly, and Jason honestly wasn’t sure.

Think about Bruce’s old underwear commercials. Jane Austen novels. Alfred’s expression if Jason ruined his good pants this fucking early into a party.

Later, maybe, it’d give a flare of authenticity but Danny almost certainly wouldn’t be down.

Danny. There was someone here who wanted to hurt Danny.

Jason’s eyes snapped open and he sucked in another deep breath. It was still redolent of Danny’s aura, still cupping him on every side, but he had a purpose now. A job to do.

He managed a slightly strained smile.

“‘M fine. It’s just a shock.” He cleared his throat, reaching down to tug at the front of his trousers as subtly as he could. “Is, uh… is it always like that?”

Danny looked confused for a moment, still concerned, but it was easier to miss the pulsing beat of his emotions now. Easier to focus.

He’d protect Danny’s feelings too, but he couldn’t do that if he was overwhelmed.

Finally Danny shrugged, glancing out towards the ballroom.

“I wouldn’t know… it doesn’t feel all that different to me. Just like everyone in the room is now inside my personal space,” he added, pulling a face.

Jason stared at him for a long moment, wondering how the hell he was going to ask. If he even wanted to mention the effects it had had - was still having, cleaning guns, Alfred in lace, Vlad was still here.

Nope.

Just. Nope. Not opening that can of worms today.

If Danny didn’t know that just feeling him all around him like that was gonna send Jason to horny jail, Jason was just never gonna tell him. And if Vlad had an even similar reaction, Jason would double kick his ass.

Hauling himself away from the wall, Jason cleared his throat again and fixed his jacket.

“Alright… I’m good. Shall we?” He asked Sam, offering her his arm this time. She gave him a quick up and down, raised a brow, but didn’t comment.

“Sure you are,” she chuckled softly, taking his arm with a reluctant half smile, turning back to Danny. “Are you gonna stick close, or do you wanna recon Vlad?”

Danny considered it for a moment, moving with them as they returned to the hall. Then he shrugged.

“I might go take a peek, but if I see your parents I’ll third wheel back on over. You guys should go mosey,” he added, waving a hand quickly.

Jason nodded, tucking Sam closer, turned back to the room, and… froze. Sam, utterly unaffected, made it a couple steps forward before she noticed and turned back, frowning.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked in a low whisper, eyes flicking around them.

Good fucking question.

Jason closed his eyes, sucking in a slow breath and trying to work out what had shot down his spine like cold water. Brows furrowed, he tried to will his feet to move.

Took a step backwards and opened his eyes again, frowning back at Sam.

“Alright, I didn’t mean to do that,” he hissed, head turning automatically… to where Danny had taken a couple of steps away.

Green surged below his skin, asking what the fuck he thought he was doing. Abandoning his post. Leaving his king.

There was someone here who’d hurt him, who’d used his fucking death against him, and Jason was gonna what? Not be close enough to break his fingers for thinking it?

Eyes closed for a moment, Jason weighed the odds he could just push this down and keep going. Felt Sam tuck closer. They did have a whole ass plan…

Felt a sudden wash of concern-what’s wrong-protect from the surrounding warmth of Danny.

And sighed, shaking his head, pulling Sam with him after Danny. With each step the green sung, a deep satisfaction not his own rising inside.

He gave Danny a sheepish smile and a shrug.

“I don’t think I can leave you alone. Not if he’s here,” he added a little more quietly, well aware they were being watched once again.

Confusion flashed across Danny’s face for a moment, then he groaned and slapped himself in the forehead.

“Fucking Clockwork… alright, we stick together. Tim and Dick will have plenty of fun with Vlad anyway,” he said, grin slowly spreading again as he tucked himself in to Sam’s other side.

“And we can have more fun with my parents,” Sam pointed out innocently, scanning the crowd around them. Shot them both a sidelong glance each, half smirking. “And I get two lots of cute arm candy.”

Danny and Jason turned automatically to look each other over, Jason’s grin broadening as Danny’s cheeks flushed.

Dick had said he looked a treat in this suit. Must have been right about something.

Suddenly Danny’s aura was all very studious and concentrated nothing to see here.

Jason bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing, letting his eyes trail a little slower over his king’s frame.

Wherever Danny had gotten his suit from, they knew a thing or two about tailoring. It fit him well, emphasising the lean lines of his legs and torso. Didn’t quite square off his shoulders.

Jason still hadn’t had much practice with projecting his own emotions back, but he had the feeling his… appreciation got through when Danny’s blush darkened.

Grinning down at Sam, Jason patted her hand.

“Only if my code name’s Gummy Bear.”

A startled laugh from Danny was the reaction he’d been going for. Sam’s sudden, utterly wicked smile was a lot more concerning.

“Alright. Danny’s is gonna be Jawbreaker,” she decided, her gaze darting briefly down to Jason’s lips as she smirked.

Jason looked away quickly, his own cheeks uncomfortably warm as Danny choked.

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Congratulations on so many followers! You deserve every single one with how damn talented you are! I'm unsure if this has been requested before and if it has feel free to ignore this but could I ask for a scenario where Jason Todd/Arkham Knight drags his lover back after they escape and there is some needy filthy sex? If I could ask for anything specific could I maybe have some breeding kink if at all possible? Thank you so much!

He'd spent so many nights thinking about what he'd do when he saw ____ again, but nothing could prepare him for how it felt to really lay eyes on her after so long. It felt like he was back to who he used to be, before...before Joker. He was a stupid naive teenager again: going out on dates before midnight patrols, checking in on her to see she'd fallen asleep by her window waiting for him to come visit at the end of a mission with Bruce, getting teased by Dick and Barbara because his mask had a few glossy kiss marks on it...

And then, he was back, zooming in on ____ through his cowl as she walked around her apartment. He'd been watching her for a while now, tracking her routine and waiting for the right time to reunite with her again. His hideout had all the proper security measures involved, he had a few men in the militia he could trust to work as bodyguards for ____ when he had to go on missions, and he didn't know how much longer he could go without seeing her again.

His lieutenant waited in the car while he stepped out and climbed up the side of the apartment building with ease. The security at her place was pathetically easy to override; after a quick bit of hacking by her window, the security system cameras throughout the building were disabled and the motion alarm at the window glowed green instead of red. He slipped inside of her window silently, and when he looked around he saw that she was still in her bedroom.

As much as he wanted to reunite as soon as possible, her safety was priority one. He could tell her everything later, but right now he needed to get her to the safe house.

Jason peeked into ____'s bedroom and his breath hitched when he saw her sleeping under her covers. He was finally with her again. He was in the same room as her after so long. He wasn't going to ever leave her alone again.

She still had that cute little twitch of her fingers whenever she was in a deep sleep, and Jason recognized the t-shirt she was wearing as one of his old ones. She'd kept it after all this time...unlike Bruce, she never forgot him. He stood over her and watched her sleep for a few minutes, even recording it with his cowl's camera to keep this moment forever. For the first time in months he felt his shoulders and neck relax as he simply stared at her; just being in her presence again was enough to make him think he might actually be alright one day. Not now, not anytime soon, but one day. As long as he had her.

He finally cut his moment of bliss short to start the next stage of the mission. Once he'd opened up one of the hidden containers by his suit's belt, he fished out a tiny syringe and a muscle relaxer to fill it with. After a quick flick of the syringe to eliminate any air bubbles, he leaned over ____ and injected her exposed shoulder.

The sudden pain made her jolt awake, and she screamed in surprise and fear at this sudden intruder. Jason quickly threw the syringe aside to prevent her from trying to use it as a weapon and climbed on top of her to restrain her. "It's okay, it's okay," he assured. "Just relax." The cowl's voice modulation made his soft words sound more like a threatening low growl, and ____ desperately tried to fend this intruder off. When she tried to scream for help, he covered her mouth with one hand until her eyes fluttered and her body sank into the mattress.

"Sorry."

He was silent during the entire drive back to the compound, and his lieutenant didn't dare to try and break it. The only time Jason spoke was when ____ started to stir and weakly move away from his grasp. The Arkham Knight just folded her arms down and put her over his shoulder to carry her inside.

"Unless it's an emergency, nobody's radio-ing me for the rest of the night," he ordered. "You're big boys and you've got the resources to handle problems yourself. Don't disappoint me by coming to me unless Batman himself is at the front door. Got it?"

A chorus of "yes sir"s came over the comm feed. ____ tried her best to get an idea of where she was while drugged and upside down over her kidnapper's shoulder. Men in armored uniforms were running around, riding in tanks, and it seemed like their leader was the man currently carrying her. He'd mentioned Batman just now...was she taken as a hostage? Why her? She only knew him because of her relationship with Jason; after the funeral Bruce had held, she barely talked to him aside from a quick check-in every month or two. Then again, she was an easier target to capture for his attention than Catwoman or Tim or Drake.

"...not...tellin' you anything," she slurred. "Can't fight but...don't care. 'm not gonna give in t' any shit you pull to torture it outta me."

Her captor bristled for a moment as he shut the door to his quarters and locked it using several functions on his cowl. "I didn't bring you here to torture you," he insisted, his voice surprisingly soft and almost hurt by the suggestion. "I'm here to keep you safe. Gotham's about to be a war zone soon, and I don't want you to be out there. Not until it's finished."

He set her down onto the bed and gingerly ran a few fingers over the syringe mark on her shoulder. "It shouldn't hurt anymore," he said. "The relaxer should wear off in a few hours, and if you don't try to fight or run off I won't have to give you a second dose."

____ frowned and turned away from him. "Thanks, Stalker," she muttered bitterly. "You're my fuckin'...hero or whatever."

Jason felt a hint of a smile on his lips behind the cowl. "You haven't called me that in a while," he replied.

____ blinked at him. "Huh?"

Her captor pressed the release button on his cowl to show his face, and his fingers shook slightly as he stared straight at her. "Your hero," he repeated. His computer-altered voice switched to his own, and ____'s eyes widened as she recognized it--and him.

"Jason? Wh--"

She was cut off by Jason crashing her lips against his. As she struggled to breathe, to think, to do anything really, he started to cast off his body armor over the side of the bed so he could touch ____ directly. He pulled away to kiss her jawline, then her neck, and all the way down her shirt. Even without his gauntlets on anymore he was able to grab the fabric and tear it apart so he could touch and taste and reunite with every bit of her. Nothing could come between them ever again.

"I missed you," he moaned. He peeled off the skintight bodysuit he'd had under his armor, leaving himself entirely naked. Not wanting to be alone, he pulled ____'s panties down past her ankles and shivered with anticipation and awe. He hadn't gotten to see her like this in so long and she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Once he latched onto her clit despite her murmured pleas to just slow down and explain what the hell he was doing here, alive, running some kind of army...she gasped and moaned as he made her body sing the way he always used to. He felt her arousal drip down his chin and eagerly fisted his cock until he knew she was ready to take him.

"I wanna be gentle, I really do," he pleaded, cupping ____'s tear-stained cheek. His voice wavered as he lined himself up with her and pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. "But...God, I've missed you so much, I'm gonna..."

The moment he started to press past her tight walls, the two of them gasped and Jason let out a low sob. "F-fuck, fuck yes, I missed you," he moaned. He rocked into her at a feverish pace, bucking into her hips and picking her up to hold and cradle her in his lap. ____ sniffled and had no choice but to take it, using what little strength she had to cling to Jason for dear life and bury her head in his shoulder. It really was him. She'd dreamed of seeing him again before, but never like this. Where had he been? Why did he kidnap her? What was he doing? And why did he have to be so rough?

Jason chased his high and moved his hand to toy with her clit using two fingers, curling and pinching and rubbing until he could tell that she was close. Even after all these years, they still fit together so perfectly and knew each others' bodies so well in bed. He only wished he didn't have to drug her so they could really make love the way they used to, instead of her being barely conscious while he railed into her.

As her cunt clenched around him and she sobbed his name over and over, he shuddered and came soon after with a sharp cry of her name. He was so lost in bliss that he didn't even think to pull out of her, not when her cunt was this heavenly after years of being without her. He panted softly and lowered her back onto the bed before moving to cradle her with his arms while softly kissing her neck. "I love you," he murmured reverently. "I missed you so much, I love you so much, I'm never losing you again..."

For the first time since he'd been held in the bowels of Arkham Asylum, he didn't have any nightmares. Just a pleasant dreamless sleep accompanied by a wonderful feeling of warmth and fullness.

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Hear me out… “can we go home?” Prompt as a part 2 to “did I do good?”

this got long and i applied to jobs and had an identity crisis in the middle of writing it, hope u enjoy LMAO

TW: discussions of the explosion from "did I do good?" and medical talk wheeeee

You were growing tired of the hospital.

The pain meds warded off the sharp bite of pain everytime you moved, but they also kept your head in a continual fuzzy state. Sleep released its hold on you for only an hour or so before another dose of medicine sent you back under the veil of dreams.

Whenever you were awake, you found one or more of your children propped up in a chair in the corner of the room. Dick would be furiously jabbing his knitting needles into the air as a new project materialized between his fingers. Cass joined him occasionally, but sometimes she scooted her chair closer to your side, her slim fingers encased around yours, and watched whatever show played on the television. You were partial to Animal Planet so that meant she sat through hours of shark week and River Monsters.

Jason read, of course, sometimes silently and sometimes, when it was just him and you, he read aloud. His soft baritone voice was a comfort over the occasional beeps and shrieks of alarms out in the hall. Tim made sure to come by at the same time everyday so the two of you could watch Jeopardy and then Real Housewives. Although you were usually high off your ass because of the pain meds, you made sure to let him know what a fucking liar Erika Jayne was.

Stephanie, your little demonic angel, propped herself up in the chair next to your bed and played Sims, the sound of her laptop a steady thrum that helped put you to sleep. Your own personal white noise machine. Damian drew in his sketchbook, quiet as always, but he made sure to bring it to you during your moments of lucidity so you could see his art. Duke, however, was the hardest to pry away from your bedside. You understood his hesitation at leaving another parent at a medical center. So you didn’t say anything if you woke up to find him seated next to you, one of your hands in his, as he muddled over another crossword puzzle.

Alfred came by numerous times everyday. He brought treats for the nurses, creature comforts from home for you, and made sure that the children didn’t stay too long. You insisted that they lived their lives outside of the hospital, even their night jobs. Alfred checked over what foods you were receiving from the dining services, humming and marking down nutritional values and if you were getting enough calories. He always plied you with cookies every time he visited and ensured you were eating enough protein to help your wound heal faster. The vase of golden sunflowers next to your bed were always fresh and replenished so you suspected Alfred ensured that they were always replaced when they started to wilt.

But one person didn’t show.

You tried to not dwell on the fact that Bruce never once made an appearance. Even Clark and Diana had dropped by with flowers and well wishes. But your husband remained his usual disappearing act. You didn’t understand why and frankly, you didn’t care. For years you tried to remind Bruce that he wasn’t always Batman. He was a father and husband and friend, both inside and outside of the suit, yet it felt like as time went further, he forgot more of who he was.

It was fine. You had Alfred and your kids. Their love made you wish you could wrap your arms around them, but these damn IVs wouldn’t let you. You knew they were just as disappointed in Bruce as you were, but nothing anyone said would change things.

Until you turned on the news one night and saw the headlines that the perpetrators of the explosion at the Wayne Gala had been caught and the entire organization eradicated. The group had been targeting the Wayne family, reporters said, and they blamed you for the unemployment rate and food insecurity in the city. Well, hell, your family had been working to eradicate the wage gap and food deserts for years, but if anyone was to get hurt, you were glad it was you.

Three broken ribs, a punctured liver, internal bleeding, a concussion, and your body one giant bruise meant that your kids were safe. You would place yourself between them and the blast every single time.

The news cameras zoomed in on the bodies that were slumped against the front of the police headquarters. Faces bloodied and raw, the men stared back at the camera with haunted eyes and your breathing hitched just slightly when you recognized the mark carved into one man’s forehead.

A bat.

“Mrs. Wayne?” Geraldine, one of the day shift nurses, called from the door to your room. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you replied. “I just saw the news.”

The kindly older woman bustled in with one of the new nurses on her heels. The two women had been working three nights a week for the time you had been on the floor and you appreciated their steady, comforting nature. They had both been a little thrown when the Waynes of Gotham showed up on their floor but once you asked Geraldine to treat you like a normal person, she warmed up to you like a grandmother.

“How ya feelin’, sweets?” she asked. Every few hours they checked your vitals and incision spots to ensure that you were healing well and no infection was growing.

“Listen, I love you ladies. But if I have to stay here any longer, I might snap.”

They laughed at your comment and Farah, the fledgling nurse who followed Geraldine like a baby goose after its mama, focused on checking your incisions while Geraldine marked down your vitals.

“You’re so close to being free,” Geraldine promised. “Dr. Huerta will come by later today to check everything and hopefully, you’ll be out in a day or two.”

“Am I the last one to be discharged?” While you were the most seriously injured due to your proximity to the blast, a few people were also brought into Gotham General with varying injuries.

“Yep,” Farah hummed. “They’re all home and Mr. Wayne said he would pay for their bills.”

That made you pause. Farah’s head raised the second the words came out of her mouth and Geraldine turned sharply in her direction. Farah grimaced and sighed. “Sorry, I know he told us not to say anything.”

Your lips parted in shock and you glanced between the two women. “He called the hospital?”

Geraldine sighed and approached your bed. She reached out and clasped your hand between hers and gave you a kind smile.

“He’s been here everyday, sweets. Only leaves at night before he’s back in the morning. He just sits in the waiting room, looking like death warmed over. I keep tellin’ him that he should at least come talk to you, but he refuses unless he knows you’re asleep. Who do you think keeps bringing those flowers?”

“I don’t understand.” Your brow furrowed. “Why the fuck is he here if he won’t even talk to me? Why has no one told me?”

Geraldine pursed her lips and then she patted your hands. “Sometimes, men are stupid.”

That elicited a snort from Farah but Geraldine wasn’t finished. “I think, sweets, that he blames himself and he can’t bring himself to see you when you’re awake because he’s terrified that you’ll hate him.”

You glanced between the two women and narrowed your eyes. “What else has he done?”

They launched into a list of things. Your favorite blanket that you kept in the study at home was draped across your legs because of Bruce, the nurses were now being paid more because of his meeting with the hospital executives (and subsequent buyout of the Gotham General system so that meant more paperwork for you to deal with when you got out), and many other things. Bruce, silent as he was, operated without a word to you because he was so fucking scared that you hated him.

“Is he out there? Right now?” you asked once they trailed off.

“Yeah,” Farah sighed. “The more coffee he drinks from the cafeteria, the more I think we’re going to have to admit him soon for cardiac arrest.”

“Bring my husband in, please. If he fights you on it, tell him to stop being such a fucking coward.”

Geraldine let out a delighted laugh and practically skipped out of the room, clearly excited to give Bruce Wayne a run for his money. Farah waited patiently at your bedside and you were grateful that she didn’t abandon you right now.

Light footsteps grew closer to the door and you heard the soft creak of the hinges until he was standing before you. His hair was shaggy and unkempt and a five o’clock shadow clung to his jaw. Bruce was still in his usual daytime uniform of slacks and a button down, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his entire ensemble was wrinkled.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurses. They vacated the room quickly, leaving you two just staring at each other. Bruce cleared his throat and glanced towards the door as if he was preparing to leave, but you pointed your finger at him and he froze midstep.

“Sit your ass down, Wayne,” you ordered. He started towards the chairs in the corner but you let out a disapproving noise and he turned to where you were pointing. Bruce sighed and trudged over to the hospital bed you were lying in. His eyes searched your face for any sign of anger or discomfort as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” you began. “You stupid man.”

Your hand curled around his and you brought it to your lips, brushing a kiss against his palm. He sucked in a tight breath and you enclosed his fingers around your love.

“I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you think.”

“I should have stopped them sooner. I should have never let this happen to you. I-”

You smoothed a hand down his forearm. “You didn’t let anything happen to me. It happened because people wanted to hurt me. You can’t stop them from their thoughts or their anger, Bruce. You can’t change the way people feel. You can only do as much as you can and you and I both know that.”

He shut his eyes and sighed. Bags cradled his eyes, shadowing the bright blue pupils you woke up to every morning. The lines on his face deepened and he looked as if he aged ten years since you last saw him.

“How can you stand to be near me?” he croaked out. You reached up and tucked some of his dark hair out of his face before cradling his jaw.

“Because I like because, Bruce, and I love despite. I love you despite how many times you make me want to tear my hair out. I love you despite your self-flagellation tendencies. I love you despite the fact that there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you.” He chuckled at your teasing remark and leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against the soft skin of your wrist.

“I know you are,” you assured him. “But you’re still going to grovel so damn much.”

“Whatever you wish for, you will get.”

You considered his words for a moment and hummed to yourself. “You have to take Damian to the art museum and cannot look at your phone once.”

“Easy.” He ghosted his lips against your wrist and you shivered at the soft touch.

“Okay. How about letting Stephanie drive the car next time?”

He grimaced, obviously knowing you meant the Batmobile and thinking about the blonde’s tendency to take wide turns. “Fine.” He kissed your brow, right over some stitches as if he could heal them with just a tender touch.

“You have to shake hands with Hal Jordan and tell him he’s doing a good job.”

“You’re a fucking menace.” Bruce dipped his head down to kiss you sweetly, but you were grinning too much to let it last.

“Can we go home now?” you whispered against his lips. “I just want to be in bed with you. I’m sick of the food here.”

He cradled your head against his chin and sighed, his breath washing across your skin. Bruce was so careful with you as to not aggravate any of your injuries. For as idiotic as he could be in the emotions department, he knew exactly what to do to comfort you physically.

“Soon, my love. And I will wait on you hand and foot. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. Ever. I swear.”

“I know.” But you didn’t take his promise to heart. Not in your line of work. He could guarantee that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening, but no one could promise that the scythe of death wouldn’t come calling any minute.

But you would let him hold you and make promises. It would make him feel better and that, in and of itself, was a gift.

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Guilt

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Word count: 611

A/N: Here is the convenience blurb I promised!! This wasn’t requested, it’s just something I had bouncing around my mind for a while. I’m going away for ten days on Monday and can’t take my laptop this time. So I have one more chapter of my Jason Todd series to post tomorrow and then that will be it until I get back. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Dick looked up from the stack of files on his desk as his doorbell rang. He pinched his eyebrows together; he was not expecting anyone this afternoon. It rang again and he sighed before pushing back from the desk and standing up. His eyes drifted to his gun, but he shook his head and walked to the door. He pulled the door open after a quick glance through the peephole, surprised as to who was there.

“Hey, kiddo.” Y/N tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey.” He stepped to the side to let her in, watching the way she was cradling her arm, clearly in pain. “This isn’t a social call, is it?”

“No. You saw the news the other night, about the Joker?” She glanced around his living room, taking in what had changed since the last time she visited him in Bludhaven, before turning back to face him.

He nodded, his stomach starting to feel uneasy. “Yeah. Bruce got any idea who the guy in the red mask was?” He knew he had hit the mark when her eyes got glassy and she had to sit down on his sofa. “Y/N?”

“It’s Jason.”

Dick’s heart stopped and he felt like someone was pumping ice water through his veins. “That’s not possible.” He watched as she pulled something up on her phone before holding it out to him. He looked at her uneasily before taking the phone from her and pressing play on the video. It was security footage from the station and he watched as hooded figure walked in, setting off none of the alarms, and started checking each of Y/N’s workbenches for something. His heart was in his throat as the figure pulled the dust sheet of Jason’s Robin suit and stuffed it in a bag before looking around for something else. When they could not find whatever they were looking for, they started to walk out, but not before pulling down their hood and smiling up at the camera.

He paused the video with shaking fingers, because while he looked older, a streak of his hair was white, and there was a scar across his cheek, it was definitely Jason.

“I went to the cemetery, to visit his grave, and he approached me there. He’s mad at Bruce for not killing the Joker. He forgot to disable the backup tracker in his suit after he took it, so I tracked him.” Y/N said, watching him closely. “I talked him down, but not before I got in between him and the Joker and he accidentally hit me with the crowbar. He didn’t want me to tell you, but he’s different.”

“Different how?” Dick said, barely above a whisper.

“He’s angry. He- he reminds me of Bruce before Gotham Square Garden, before he realised he wasn’t helping anyone as Vengeance.” She closed her eyes, several tears escaping from them. “He said he was going to finish it. We might need you help in the future, and you deserve to know.”

He sat down next to her on the sofa, still trying to wrap his head around everything. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.” She admitted.

“I’ll order some food and we can try and figure out what he might do next. If he’s angry at Bruce, it might be an idea to leave him out of it.” He stood up as she nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab his take-out menus. He took a moment to try and compose himself in the kitchen because, not for the first time, the guilt of not being there for Jason that night was threatening to eat him alive.

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Robin!Jason Todd x fem!reader

WC: 1,700

Warnings: misunderstandings, angst, fluff, Jason is in loveeE 

Spin off to: Why Didn't You Ask Me? / pt. 2

Synopsis: Your boyfriend may finally tell you the truth about why he keeps missing your dates.

(In celebration of WDYAM reaching 1k notes and I passed 1K followers. Thank you all so much! <3)

“Hey. . . I can’t make it tonight. Bruce needed help. . . I’m really sorry. I promise. . . I really promise this time, I’ll make it up to you. I have to go, but, I love you, princess.” 

The line clicked off as Y/N scoffed. 

“Of course he cancelled again.” She said bitterly as she threw her phone on her bed. 

Y/N and Jason have been friends every since he transferred to Gotham Academy and have been a couple ever since sophomore year. 

They were dancing around their feelings for years, and Dick was the one who cornered them and made them confess their feelings to each other. Dick said it was too painful to be in the same room with them anymore, Alfred agreed. 

Their relationship started off great. 

They went on elaborate dates and he gifted her the most precious presents to her. He celebrated every couple holiday there was. One week anniversary, one month, 100 days, 6 months, 1 year, everything.

Y/N loved it. 

Jason made her feel like a Queen and she always made sure she treated him like a King. They were what other couples envied. 

That was until lately. 

He was late to dates, missed dates, forgot anniversaries. He kept saying “Bruce needed help.” 

The only time she got to see him was when he came to school, but that was now rare as he was leaving half-way through the day because “Bruce needed help.”

She hated Bruce Wayne more than his company competitors. 

She let out a long sigh as she sunk into her chair more at her desk. She was so excited to go to the Gotham Carnival as it was only one weekend a year. Jason promised over and over again how they would go together. He even joked he would win her all of the prizes and make sure to get her a huge plushie from winning. 

What a lie that was. 

Y/N felt like she could almost cry. 

She loved Jason more than anything. She was always so excited to see him and discuss books and movie adaptations, or argue about Edgar Allan Poe and Shakespeare, or even do something as mundane as baking with him and Alfred. 

Now she was nothing but an after thought. 

Did he not want to be with her anymore? Did he find someone else?

Is she not pretty enough? Skinny enough? Smart enough? 

Insecurity after insecurity clouded her mind as her room felt suffocating. She needed to get out of here. 

She then grabbed her light sweater and opened her window. She crawled out onto the fire escape and climbed the stairs up. As she got closer to the top, she noticed how the light pollution got brighter, and as she reached the top, she could tell why. 

In all of its flaming glory was the carnival in the heart of the city. It had it large red and white circus tent with its spotlights dancing across the clouded sky. Then, she could see the rides and games littered across the grass at the square. She saw little dots of people run from one attraction to the next. 

She wished she was one of them. 

She went over to the roof sill and sat down and leaned her head on the concrete, dreaming of being there. 

It would feel lonely and sad if she went by herself, or her friends. Her friends already thought lowly of Jason as they said he was crime ally scum, this would be another example of such. 

She never thought of Jason as some hoodlum from the streets, but by how he was acting, she could see how others would believe it. 

As she gazed down at the palace of wonder, someone else was looking down at her.

He stood a building away on the lip of the concrete. His cape whipped in the wind as his heart felt heavy. Guilt and regret ate away at his core as his mask felt suffocating. 

Jason watched as his beautiful girlfriend longed to be at the carnival and he stood back and watched criminals. 

He wished he wasn’t a hero. He wished he was normal so he could be with her at all times and shower her with the affection she deserves, but he is here, in the shadows and waiting for danger. 

She had no idea of his double life as he knew involving her would put her in danger.

This constant guilt killed him every day as she was no longer expecting him to be her boyfriend, but someone to break her heart. 

It was easy for Dick as his girlfriend was also a hero. They could reminisce about a fight or train together. But Jason? All he could do was lie about his black eye and hope she doesn’t ask too many questions. 

Jason couldn’t handle this guilt anymore. It was killing him too much, especially as his relationship was about to break into pieces. 

He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. 

He then got out his grappling gun and shot off into the night.

===

Y/N let her fingers drum across the concrete. It was quiet, except for the sudden skid of rock that sounded behind her. 

She let out a yelp and whirled around, only to fall short. 

It was Robin. 

THE Robin. 

Y/N mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he spoke. 

“Um. . .” He awkwardly coughed, “Hello.” He said as his voice was deeper than what she expected. 

“Hi,” She responded just as awkwardly. 

“I saw you out here and wondered what would a pretty girl like you would be doing up here all alone.” He said as he approached her as the awkwardness subsided. 

She blushed, “Oh, I. . . my boyfriend bailed.” She bitterly. 

Robin winced. “Why would he bail on such a beautiful lady like yourself?” He asked as he came over to her side and plopped down next to her as he faced her. 

She let out a fake laugh, “I doubt he thinks I’m beautiful anymore.” She said as venom poured from her words. 

Jason’s heart dropped. “No, you are very beautiful! Don’t let anymore make you think you aren’t.” He said sternly. 

Y/N looked at him in surprise as his tone was so serious. She lightly blushed, “thank you.” 

“Of course, and maybe he’s really busy. I hear the stock market isn’t doing well.” He said sheepishly. 

“I doubt that. He’s just helping his dad, not running a company.” She said as her fists wound up. 

Jason floundered for a moment, “Maybe his dad needs help on something else, something really important.”

“Like what?”

Jason didn’t know what to say. 

“See? What could he be doing? I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask to break up with me.” She said sadly as her head broke. 

“NO!” He screamed as Y/N jumped. He coughed, “I mean, no, don’t think that.” 

Y/N gave him a questioning look but didn’t press the matter. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure your boyfriend really loves you. I’m sure he worships the ground you walk on and counts down every second until he can see you again.” Robin said as he spoke softly. 

Y/N looked at him curiously, but her heart started to fill with love. 

“How do you know?” She asked as she doubted him. 

“Because I. . .” He reached for his mask, but stopped. Is he ready for this? Is she ready for this? 

His mouth went dry and his hands came back to his sides. 

“You know, I can offer you something better than a carnival, and you can forget all about your boyfriend.” Robin said as he bounded up like a spring. 

Y/N smiled as his enthusiasm, which reminded her of someone she knew. “Oh yeah?” 

“Oh yeah.” He winked and Y/N went red. 

“What are we going to do? Steal the Batmobile?” 

“Yes-”

Y/N laughed at his joking manner. 

“But, no, I’m going to show you something that is almost as beautiful as you.” He smiled as he extended his hand towards her. 

She took it and stood up with him. His body language was open and excited. He trusted her whole heartily. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He only smiled and brought out his grappling gun. She gasped as she shrunk back. 

“Woah, no way-You could drop me!” She exclaimed. 

He gasped, “You doubt my strength? Besides, I could never drop a lady.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to go over the edge. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

She did. His eyes were a blue she has only seen once in her life. Her body then relaxed in his hold as his arm slithered around her waist. His warmth and care were so gentle and calming. 

She trusted him whole heartily. 

“Are you ready?” He asked softly. 

She nodded and they shot off. 

Her arms were tight around his neck and she let out a tiny scream as her mind wasn’t catching up to what was happening. 

Their bodies then twisted up and they landed on a concrete edge. 

“Is it over?” She asked as she was still pressed up against him. 

“Yep, all over princess-” 

He knew he was screwed the second he said it. 

He dropped his cover of changed his voice, he called her the only name he had for her, and he looked at her like she was the whole world. 

Her body pushed itself away from him and looked up at him. “Jay?” 

Her voice was silent as she couldn’t believe what she heard. 

He swallowed, “Surpirse?” 

She was flabbergasted. She had her suspicions, but the thought of her boyfriend actually being Robin seemed millions of miles away. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! I was so scared that you would soon be involved in my superhero life and you would be kidnapped or worse-” 

Y/N didn’t give him another second to explain as he was already being honest all night. 

Her lips slammed against his and his eyes went wide in surprise, but then he relaxed and tilted his head to kiss her more. His arms tightened around her waist and one hand went to cup her cheek. 

Unknown to both of them, a nine-year-old who ran a fan account snapped a shot of the couple as the nametag “DRAKE” dangled from the neck band. 

“I love you.” She whispered again and again as she kept kissing him. The days and nights being apart poured from one another as the night winds wrapped around them. 

Gotham didn’t allow for many things to grow, but Y/N’s and Jason’s love flourished under the night sky. 

Like it would for years to come. 

....

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A/N: This was so fun for me to write, esp the easter eggs haha :)

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THE BABYSITTER

SUMMARY: your mom is starting to talk about getting a job and making your own money to spend. you start babysitting Karen Wheeler’s daughter for just the money. turns out you have another reason.

pt2 pt3

PARINGS: mike wheeler x cheerleader!black!reader

DETAILS: fluff and mike being absolutely smitten

“that’s it you’re getting a job y/n.”

here’s what happened. you spent a lot of money on your mom’s card and she said if you did that again you would be forced to get a job, obviously you didn’t listen, and spent a lot of money on some new shoes that you probably were only going to wear once. “but mom-“

“don’t but mom me. don’t worry I got the perfect job for you.” Your mom then walked over to the telephone and started to dial a number. “hi, karen?” You stood by her, listening to the conversation.

“yes well I heard your looking for a babysitter for holly and I know my daughter y/n would be happy to volunteer.” Your eyes widen as you listened to what she was saying. A babysitter?! Really? I mean if this means you would be making money I guess you’re up for anything.

“okay great! bye.” Your mom says before hanging up the phone. she then turned to you and spoke. “this can be good for you, you can finally learn some responsibility.” You huffed in annoyance and headed your room.

—

“hey y/n.” Chrissy’s sweet voice fills your ears as you are sitting at the lunch table with the rest of the squad. “hey chris what’s up?” You and Chrissy are best friends since forever but when Jason came along it seemed as if you two were drifting away. Jason. You never liked Jason. Even though he was with Chrissy you would often caught him looking at you up and down or taking a look up you skirt while practice, it was disgusting but you never had the heart to tell Chrissy.

“wanna hang out after school? i was going to ask jason but he had other plans with the boys.” You wanted nothing more but to keep her company other than her dick boyfriend but just when you were about to say yes you remembered you have to babysit now.

“oh m’so sorry but I gotta babysit karen wheeler’s kid tonight.” You saw how chrissy’s face dropped in disappointment. you started to feel bad so you quickly said. “next time though.” She nodded and started a conversation with another person. This babysitting job is already ruining your life.

And if anything could get worse Jason came to the table. Chrissy stood up from her seat and walked over to Jason. He pulled her into a kiss making eye contact with you behind her shoulder . You mentally threw up with the bedroom eyes he was giving you. “hey babe.” Chrissy says smiling up at him. “hey Chrissy.” Jason then turned to you.

“hey y/n.” You nodded in response before he started to walk away. “isn’t he wonderful?” Chrissy beamed. You put on a fake smile and nodded.

Jason is a dick.

—

After school you headed to the wheeler’s to start your job. As you walked up to the the door you dreaded it but it’s worth the money.

and learning responsibility as your mom would say.

Once you made it to the door you rang the doorbell, waiting and fiddling with the hem of your cheerleader skirt. The door then swings open to reveal Mrs.Wheeler and it looked like she was in a hurry. “hi y/n come in.” and with that you walked in the house with Mrs Wheeler closing the door behind you. “holly is in the living room and we have food just in case you get hungry.” You nodded as she was walking towards the door but came to a halt as if she forgot something to say.

“also my son Mike will be home soon he went out with a friend.” You mumbled a okay as she left the house. You began to make your way to the living room where holly was. When you walked in you saw holly playing with some building blocks. “Hi holly I’m y/n.” Surprisingly she smiled at you. Most kids stickers their tongues out or make mean gestures. “hi mom says you’re a cheerleader,”

“yep that’s true.”

“I want to be a cheerleader one day.” She says while playing with the blocks. “well I think you have it in you.” Holly looked up at you and beamed when you said that. Maybe this babysitting job won’t be that hard. You never had a good experience with children let’s just leave it at that.

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after moments of making jokes and playing with holly’s hair you came to a conclusion that maybe babysitting wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

“I’m home.” The voice said throughout the house. Suddenly someone came into the living room. You look up to see a boy, he was beautiful. his sharp facial features, his curly raven locks, his freckles, jawline. You guy stared at each other for a little bit until someone interrupted. “why are you two staring at each other?” Holly’s voice put you out of your trance. “um I’m y/n holly’s baby sitter.”

“oh uh I’m mike.” Mike couldn’t help but to look at the skin that wasn’t covered by your skirt which was your thighs. His eyes scanned your plush brown thighs as his eyes wandered up to your hair which was in ponytail tied with a gold ribbon. “you’re a cheerleader?”

“yeah at Hawkins High.” Your heart was pounding as you scanned over his body stopping when you saw the Hellfire Club shirt he was wearing. “you’re apart of that one club? Hellfire?” Mike looked down at his shirt then back up at you with a frown.

“probably think we’re freaks like everyone else.”

you immediately began shaking your head no. “no I think it’s kinda cool.” mike’s eyes sparkled as he just stared at you completely smitten. “well I’ll see you around.” He says leaving to go to his room not breaking eye contact with you.

“yeah.”

“that was weird.” You rolled your eyes playfully at holly. “how about I finish that braid in your hair huh?” holly nodded then you continued with one person on your mind.

Mike Wheeler.

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a/n : I feel like this is the worst shit i have ever written but here you go