#then jason regains consciousness

[roseworth]

wait that post about deathstroke is so hilarious isnt he supposed to be better than bruce 💀

fsjhfasdjfhad yeah lmaoooo dc loves to act like deathstroke is a god amongst men and the greatest fighter ever but. i mean he regularly gets his ass kicked by a team that has TEEN in the name. im tired of dc acting like hes so cool and dangerous. he is just some guy

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny Phantom was not used to fighting magic users. Ghosts, yes. But humans with powers? No.

So when a cult managed to successfully summon and bind him, he lacked the knowledge of how to stop them.

And they tore him apart.

His core was broken into pieces, each one then implanted into one of the most loyal cult members (or potentially sold off to another person to use…) to grant them a portion of Phantom’s many powers.

However, the cult didn’t entirely know what they were doing either. You see, it turns out that shattering Danny’s core in that manner didn’t truly end him. His soul still persisted, still refused to die even as it was trapped amongst the disparate shards. Though each individual piece lacked the strength of mind or power to affect their hosts, they would gradually forge themselves together anew should they ever be gathered back together.

And after Red Hood killed several of the cult’s members, that process began. Their shards, now freed, transferred to the vigilante, instinctively latching onto his proto-core. Though still not yet whole enough to form a truly conscious fragment of Danny, they are enough to start to nudge Hood in the right direction (bolstered in effectiveness by Jason’s connection to death)

Jason can feel it deep within his soul. There’s something more to this cult’s powers than just normal magic, and he has a growing need to find out what that is. To stop them. To burn them all down and dig their secrets from the ashes.

[nelkcats]

Broken Wings

A few days before his coronation, Clockwork came looking for the boy who was staring into the void dejectedly, Danny had really thought that being a halfa would at least give him the chance to stay a little longer with his family.

However, as the ghost features were displayed in his human form and his parents suspicion increased, Danny understood that he had become too ghost for humans, it was just depressing to note that even in Infinite Realms he was too human for ghosts as well.

He loved the green freckles on him, he loved how his eyes had flashes of constellations, and even though it was a bit strange, he loved the little crystal in his right hand made of ice, he felt it made him a bit similar to Frostbite; but when he started to freeze everything with his touch he freaked out.

"Difficult times are coming" the master of time commented, caressing the halfa's hair "your coronation will increase your power and although the ghosts will be fine, you won't be able to return to the human world"

"I didn't want to be king" the halfa murmured sadly "I didn't want to leave the world so early"

"No, I guess not" Clockwork sighed "You must be careful, one of your royal duties will make you see things you wish you didn't, I'm not going to stop you but try to make the right choice"

Danny couldn't understand this until a few days after his coronation, when his consciousness expanded through the dimensions and he began to see people's deaths, their thoughts, regrets, dreams. And he could do nothing more than offer them a home in the Realms or guide them to a peaceful rest, praying that it would be enough.

With each passing day he felt more restless; It was then that the death of Jason Todd played in his head, he saw the boy who wanted to fly and he remembered himself when he had the dream of visiting space, he remembered when he learned to float like a ghost and compared it to the moment when Jason discovered Robin, he couldn't help but want to give him a better ending.

Jason Todd's soul was sad and stubborn, he flatly refused to rest, but he also refused to become a ghost; Danny couldn't help but sigh as he saw the little core forming in his hands.

It was then when he broke the rules, more or less; he waited for the moment when a catastrophe would occur in the boy's dimension and sneaked into Jason's grave, placing the small core in his living body and feeding it with his ectoplasm. He didn't know if that would be enough to make him a revenant or a halfa, but it was the best he could do.

"Please fly into the night sky for me" the halfa said sadly as he walked away. He knew he was being unfair by leaving Jason in his own grave, but what if it didn't work? Would he leave a body far from his resting place? No, he did enough, what happen next depends on Jay.

Danny hoped Jason wouldn't resent him for it if he found out in the future. He clapped with joy when Clockwork told him that it worked, but the time master frowned, telling him that he couldn't return to said dimension for a few years.

So it's understandable that Danny was upset when after a few years he decided to travel back to check on Jason and found the boy alive but with his little core surrounded by contaminated ectoplasm.

[dragonpyre]

In a play off amnesia Jason beefing with Batman for unknown reasons; amnesia Jason NOT beefing with Batman. He’s just vibing in Gotham (maybe he didn’t need the Laz pit and just regained consciousness naturally), but the bats are beefing with HIM. He’s just doing his thing, trying to be a vigilante cuz he feels like it. Meanwhile all these emo furries are bearing down on his ass 24/7 and Jesus Christ leave him ALONE

[radiance1]

de-aged Danny is one of my babies,

Shit hits the fan with the giw and Danny is super injured and Clockwork has to mess with some things so Danny doesn’t return to his core being vulnerable and sends him millions of miles away to Gotham and in the process Danny becomes 6/10 years old and is weeks healed due to being smaller and costing less ectoplasm but is still achy, Danny is steered to Jason’s apartment where he just got off his shift and then his is the twist! Jason is mute due to an accident with the joker and Batman (batman unintentionally causing his muteness) and out of reflex of a child on his counter hand first into a box of Cheerios let’s put a exasperated noise of flames and a lighter and Danny responds with his own spark of electricity and Jason is shocked (hehe) that Danny can understand and even communicate can he just lets out everything he’s been doing since “holy shit I can talk to someone normally” and then he realizes this child has the same scar as him and is pissed but Danny calms him down and calms the pits and he’s like “okay you’re mine now shit- I’m like Bruce- no. I’ll think about this later-“ Danny is super cute and Jason is having a field day with parent hood and Jason gives Danny a comm for when he goes out but he’s only allowed to speak in ghost speak and the rest are confused when Jason sprints away and they follow to see Danny in Jason’s arms being lulled to sleep with a man on the ground knocked out or dead who knows not Jason because it was shoot & punch and ask questions later and then Danny says sleepily “Oh your daddy’s brothers, hi” like it’s normal to meet family in this situation and Jason puts him to bed before signing “Say anything to Bruce and you will never be called uncle or attend his birthday in your life.”

Bruce only finds out when Jason some how ends up super injured and can’t sign and Danny translates (no editing just straight he said fucking hell) and introduces himself as Danny Todd, Bruce privately cried a little

The Joker catches wind of Red Hood's son and as you know, the Joker loves breaking people, both physically and mentally.

So he tries that shit with Danny, and because this is highly targeted specifically towards Red Hood. He even uses the method he killed Red Hood with when he was just a little itty-bitty robin.

Don't even talk about time because the entire Batfam suddenly gained fucking superspeed (They don't, but at the rate they're going they might as well have it), find the location the Joker is holding Danny at and descend on the Joker like a pack of starving wolves catching their prey.

Like, no joke (heh). They all throw straight hands; Joker gets tag teamed to hell and back by every one of them and none of them are holding back.

Later the Joker is on the ground a mangled mess, passed the fuck out and Batman just decides to go "Peace" and leaves him for dead without looking back, takes Danny (With Jason's explicit permission) and drives off in the Batmobile to Batburger because Danny was hungry.

Literally everyone else:

Joker just gets absolutely violated even further than what he already got, now that Batman's gone and very much left him for dead there ain't no one here to even try and stop them.

Gets beaten so hard he regains consciousness, and that guy still finds some reason to laugh.

A couple hours the Joker is just a mangled corpse with an inch of life in em and they give Jason the honor of finishing him off because not only was he the one to kill him, but he also tried to kill his son. Joker gets a bullet through his skull with both Danny and Bruce none the wiser because Bruce suddenly found himself on babysitting duty.

Danny was fully well and capable of getting out of that situation on his own, and he would've, but the Batfam was literally just faster in getting to the Joker than he was.

And he was literally with the Joker.

[kittykatninja321]

Constantly thinking about that post that’s like “people think Talia was controlling Jason in lost days, Jason could barely control Jason let alone Talia” because literally one of the first thing he does after regaining consciousness is outmaneuver league agents to run back to Gotham. If he wanted to leave he could that’s why she brings up the idea of training in order to stall his plans to kill Bruce (at some point he does clue into this). To me the dynamic of Talia manipulating Jason while Jason is semi aware of this and consciously going along with it is a much more interesting dynamic to explore than “Talia is an evil temptress and Jason is hapless to her whims” you constantly see in fanon. To me their post Lazarus pit dynamic is like if you took in an injured wolf and now that it’s healed it may bite you or fuck off at anytime but it sticks around for food and company also it keeps on bringing you dead prey animals

[dehydrated-turtle]

//warnings// 16+, mdni

//contents// Jason Todd x Transmasc Reader, Blowjob, blood, stitches

//synopsis// Jason Todd comes home from a particularly bad patrol, bleeding onto your apartment floor. You have to stitch him up because he never listens to you but well, you love him what can you say? - wc: 1.2k

//on ao3//

Blood, blood, blood, and more blood. It's dripping slowly onto the wood panels of your bedroom floor from the clearly open wound on Jason’s side. The viscous and extremely pigmented liquid rolls down his abdomen, blending in with the blacks and dark reds of his suit but still visible, and the huge gash, exposing his skin to the cool wind coming in from the window he left open in your apartment. 

“Hey…” he says weakly before collapsing onto the floor. 

“Oh Jesus Christ, Jason.” You say, annoyed because he never listens to you. You told him last time he passed out on your floor, he has to protect himself better and stop being so reckless while on patrol or he’s going to get himself killed. You roll him over and pry off his jacket and kevlar before peeling off his under armour shirt that's been coated in blood. You struggle to pull his arms out while he’s unconscious due to how heavy they are but you do nonetheless.

Once you throw his blood ridden suit into a pile on the floor, you get out the first aid kit and some damp towels from the bathroom to clean him up. As you are gently dabbing the skin around the wound clean, Jason regains consciousness with a groggy groan rumbling in his throat. 

“Shhh, stay down, I’m cleaning you up.” you say, pushing his shoulder back down to the floor, his head landed with a soft thud and another croak of pain. “Ok, I’ve got to put some peroxide on it now, stay still.” 

“I can handle it, I’m fINE–” he grips your free arm then repositions to your hand. He squeezes hard as he hisses at the sharp sting. You clean the wound efficiently so he doesn’t have to be in pain for so long before taking out the stitch kit from the bin full of first aid. “Do I really need the stitches?” Jason said with obvious worry in his voice, he’s never liked getting stitches, being afraid of needles and all. 

“Yes, Jay, this is really bad… I’m sorry.” 

“No, no it’s ok, you gotta do what you gotta do.” he looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath before nodding, signalling to go on with it. “Just get it over with.” 

After thoroughly sterilizing, you take the curved needle and the thick thread and start to sew his flesh together, guiding him through it while he whimpers on the ground. Something so special about him being so vulnerable with you like this, it makes your heart swell. As soon as you tie off the last stitch, you pat it again with the peroxide just to get rid of any excess blood and bacteria then put a bandage over top. 

“There, that should do it, just be careful not to pop a stitch. Do I need to get out the tiger balm or are you good?” You say helping Jason off the floor and onto the bed. 

“Oh that would be great, I think I pulled my everything.” He chuckled, then instantly regretting it, gripping his side and keeling over in pain followed by some soft profanities. 

“I’ll get you some water too while I’m at it, don’t wanna get dehydrated.” You remark before leaving the room then quickly coming back with a cold water bottle and a pot of tiger balm. You walk over to the dresser and pull out a pair of PJ pants and a sweater, you put all the items on the bedside table then start to help Jason take his pants off, something you have done many a time before, you are no stranger to the Red Hood’s belt buckle but this time was less heated, you just wanted to get him comfortable. 

“Boxers on or no?” 

“Uhh, nah take ‘em off, don’t want my balls being strangled all night.” He gave you a soft smile with those kind eyes that only a select few saw, so thankful that you were one of them. So you hooked your fingers underneath his pants’ and boxer’s waistband and shuffled them down his thighs, soft dick resting between them. You sneak a peek at it before making eye contact with Jason and give him a smile. He smiles back with his eyes wide and innocent, all the while he’s growing slowly against the skin of his legs. You can hear his breath quicken while you spread his ankles apart and see that his cock jumped while still growing steadily. You make your way up the bed to sit yourself in between his legs, taking his mostly hard cock in your hand and pumping it slowly while massaging his thighs and hips lightly with your free hand. He lets out a soft moan, closing his eyes briefly and laying his head back on the headboard. 

You lean forward to place a light kiss on his head before licking a purposeful stripe up the length of his cock before taking his head all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue. Your cunt clenched as he whimpered ever so slightly but just enough for you to hear. One of his large calloused hands reaches down to move your hair out of your face, his lazy eyes meet yours, looking so innocent for such a crude act, he loves it. His hand made its way to the back of your neck, making his cock go deeper into your throat which almost made you gag but you successfully kept it in. 

Jason never took his eyes off of you, saliva leaking around your lips and onto his balls, he couldn’t peel his eyes away from that sight, it’s almost physically impossible. “Fuck, honey… I’m gonna cum.” he whispers, thinking you’re going to pull off so he can wait until he’s buried in your heat, but you don’t, you just keep going, sucking him down and looking him in the eye, almost begging for him to cum in your mouth with just a glance. His breath hitched as his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth before a string of profanities pour out of his mouth and white rivers pour out of his tip. Your mouth slowly filled with his semen, hot, sticky and just the perfect amount of salty. Jason whimpers as you pull off his cock with a pop and a smile on your face as you swallow all he spilled into your mouth. 

“Feeling any better?” you ask with a cheeky tone. 

“Mm, so much better, thank you my beautiful boy. I almost forgot about the ginormous gash on my abdomen.” You lean down to kiss his happy trail all the way up to his sternum before resting your head on his chest with a heaving sigh,wrapping your arms gently around his torso, being careful of said gash. “Don’t get too comfortable, honey, I’ve gotta put my pants on still.” 

“Oh, I forgot about that, oops.” You say, getting up off of him and taking the PJ pants you got out for him before. “Here, put 'em on.” You throw them onto his chest with a chuckle while he got up. You jump onto the bed where he was while he puts on his pants then snuggles into you, crawling back onto the bed. 

“I love you, my prince.” He whispered into your collarbone while leaving peppered bruises along it. 

“I love you too, Jay. Now get some rest, it’s the only way you’re going to heal properly.” 

“Jeez, you sound like alfred.” 

“Goodnight.” 

“G’night, honey.”

[orchidsangel]

jason seeing you in a dress for the first time and he’s DUMBFOUNDED. you’re just so stunning

jason offhandedly mentioning a wayne enterprises gala during dinner one night and explaining how dick keeps hounding him to show up but he refuses. he expects you to agree with him but instead you also start hounding him to go (and bring you with). it takes a few hours of begging, and a promise to never ask again but he finally gives in. when the night finally rolls around, you'd already picked your entire outfit out after consulting a friend (dick) and he helped you get access to something a little more expensive and fit for a gala.

it fits like a glove, hugging everything perfectly and you can't help but admire yourself a little before calling jason over to help zip you up. but a few seconds pass and you don't feel the familiar warmth of his hands on your back, so you turn around, only to be met with an awestruck jason standing in the doorway frozen like a statue. you snap your fingers a couple times to get his attention, and he regains consciousness, continuing over to you and completing his task.

you're in a frenzy, finishing up hair and makeup barely noticing how his eyes follow you through the apartment. and while you put the finishing touches on your outfit, he makes a mental note to bring you to more galas.

(this is not proofread lmao)

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #55

What if Danny’s core worked like the Shikon Jewel from inuyasha? It gets split into however many pieces, depending on how long you make the fic.

Jason was raiding a GIW facility and finds 2 such shards, when they form together with a brilliant light, a larger shard is found. Danny finds himself slowly regaining consciousness with every shard to the point where eventually he can sense the other shards and core speak to Jason.

[malfiora]

I'm rewriting Jason's resurrection and reconciliation with the fam for my own sanity:

Jason dies tragically and horrifically at age 15

A year later, Superboy Prime punches through universes, collapsing two realities onto each other: one where Jason dies, the other in which he survives. Jason comes back to life but is semi-conscious. Talia finds him and takes him to the League

Jason regains full consciousness after a dip in the Lazarus. For two years, Jason trains and slowly regains his memories. Once he's 18, he decides to return to Gotham, despite Talia's wishes

Quickly becomes clear that Gotham hasn't changed much, which disappoints Jason. He decides to put his League training to use and control crime as a harm reduction tactic, and he goes back and forth on contacting Bruce, especially after he hears rumors of a new Robin

Joker pops up with a new scheme, and this is the last straw. Jason concocts a plan to kidnap and finally kill Joker and confront Batman about all the ways he's failed him and Gotham. When Batman refuses to kill Joker, Jason feints like he's going to kill Tim to "save him the trouble" since Batman clearly cares so little for his sidekicks. ("Hey, kid, at least I'll make it painless.") This gets a reaction from Batman, who incapacitates Jason and rescues Robin. Jason retreats to lick his wounds and reconsider everything

Jason takes time to ruminate on all of this. He's still hurt that his death meant nothing in the grand scheme of things but thinks about Batman's reaction to Tim being in danger and has to wonder if that's how he acted when Jason was in that warehouse

Out of morbid curiosity and a little bit of fanboyishness, Tim monitors Jason. Jason knows this and eventually confronts him. He feels bad for scaring Tim but has to maintain his edge so he tries not to be too scary. At some point, Tim speaks his mind and tells Jason that he has no idea what things were like while he was dead. "Batman was a mess, he almost killed people. That's why I became Robin. I had to put him back together, so you don't get to act like you know everything that happened the past 3 years because you been back a couple months." Jason takes this in. They part ways. (Jason: "Don't die." Tim: "Don't change.")

The Chemo incident happens. Jason rushes to Blüdhaven to make sure Dick is alive and okay, thus revealing he's alive to the Titans. After the dust settles, he and Dick talk privately so that Dick can react properly. (Dick: "No, Batman didn't tell me." Jason: "Yeah, he has a habit of doing that.")

Jason gets to ask if Tim's claim of Batman being a mess is founded. It is. He asks Dick if it's worth doing things the same way. "It is." That doesn't help.

Eventually Jason and Bruce have their equivalent of a heart to heart. Basically they both go, "I love you even if I think you're wrong."

Jason forms the Outlaws, but the moment he gets the distress call from the fam, he comes rushing back to help. He's offended that Bruce is surprised (Tim is hopeful, Dick isn't remotely shocked)

When Dick "dies," Jay comes back to take his place as Eldest Son. He sticks around through the end of the Robin War

Other important events that definitely happen but just don't fit neatly into a timeline:

Barbara and Jason team up on a mission shortly after Bruce tells Barbara that Jason is back. She's happy and immediately falls into big sister/mother hen mode and chides him for not seeing her sooner and makes him promise to stop by the clocktower regardless of whatever is happening between him and Bruce. She promises to help him upgrade his tech if he does. (Barbara has always been more lenient with killers and believes wholly in second chances.)

Cass stops Jason from killing someone who "deserves it," resulting in them fighting. Cass is better trained but she refuses to kill Jason, who won't stop. Eventually, they call a ceasefire and talk a bit. "All life has meaning," Cass says. Jason scoffs. "Even the Joker's?" "All life," she insists. Jason quietly disagrees but he respects Cass's determination. This starts a back and forth of him testing her anytime they're grouped together. ("Even this lowlife, Cass?" or "She's worth your own life?" or "They wouldn't spare you, why bother?") Each and every time she sticks to her principles.

Jay and Steph grab food together after a patrol one night and bond over being the family outcasts (i.e. the ones Bruce doesn't implicitly trust). Jason vows to make Steph his Robin if he ever becomes Batman. She laughs but is secretly touched

***I can never decide what to do with Damian. On the one hand, it's hilarious if Jason knows about him and keeps quiet about it. On the other, I don't see why Jason wouldn't tell Bruce about Damian's existence. Maybe once he's on speaking terms with Bruce again, he does tell him about Damian, which then prompts Jason to encourage Talia to let Damian meet Bruce. This is accelerated by Talia discovering Ra's' plan for Damian and wanting to get Damian away from the League

[nelkcats]

Case Study: Gotham

Seeing all the trouble that the ghosts had caused that year and how much they had affected his city, as a final project for the class, Mr. Lancer let his students investigate a haunted city, and see if it was really haunted or if they were just simple rumors.

It would probably have been considered unethical or dangerous a few months earlier, but in that case they had an important help: the ghosts. Now that they were at peace, and the GIW had been kicked out of Amity (literally, Danny didn't know how, but they couldn't get in, or near the ghosts in general) many of them offered to help with the investigation. Probably to combat their own boredom.

Of course, Danny chose the most rumored city of all: Gotham. He didn't know much about Gotham, as Amity preferred to isolate itself from the outside world and deal with it's own problems, but the stories had reached his ears. Sudden deaths, living cities, crazy clowns, shadow bats and more.

He asked some friends for help and they headed to the city. It was part of his project to explore after all. What he didn't expect was a zombie (was it a zombie or not?) walking in his direction very slowly. He got into a defensive position but the zombie... just steal a tire from Johnny's motorcycle, before start laughing and crying.

That was how he met Jason Todd. And accidentally regained his consciousness. He unfortunately didn't have time to focus on it, so he just dragged him into his investigation.

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 5 - dare not preach

Dp x DC AU: Regent!Jazz & Vigilante!Jazz

Masterlist Part 4

"And If I had the answers I'd have written them out so I could tell you what to do and what this thing is about. But all I've ever learned comes second-hand and I dare not preach what I don't understand." -Make A Move by Icon For Hire

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Content warning: briefly implied child abuse (Vlad is not a good guy by any definition),

Time was lost in between bouts of consciousness, flashes of pretty eyes and fire hair,  soft muttering and gentle caresses against his skin soothing his aches. 

Jason was caught between heaven and hell, wracked with agony behind his ribs one moment and healed with persistent warmth the next, a never ending cycle. 

He wanted to scream. 

One bout of semi-clarity was of some citrus concoction on his tongue, gentle murmurs of a woman by his ear before she kissed him again, forced something down his throat again. 

He both loved and hated that woman. She felt familiar in a way that made his bat-honed paranoia rear its ugly head, the instinct to survive in his gut a heavy weight, but she brought him peace in the same moment she could damn him. 

He caught his name once, his real name, spoken by her as he swallowed dutifully, a spike of want in his heart almost a welcome change from the pain by that point. 

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Jazz spoke with the Lady frequently as the Red Hood, Jason, healed in her bed. 

The elder spirit, regal in mannerisms and aura, demanded the Regent to aid this one vigilante, this one knight and Jazz had finally figured out why. 

It was so obvious when she had all the puzzle pieces, the depth of occult knowledge both in her brain and at her disposal should have been her first resource used to dig deeper, but she’d allowed Danny and Frostbite to assume (and let her assume) that the Red Hood was an awakened Liminal who was recovering from corrupted Ecto in his system. 

The Red Hood had been Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin- bright light of Gotham- and he’d been murdered by the Joker. 

Unburied in my soil. 

Jazz groaned in self-contempt as she paced the graveyard of Gotham’s Crime Alley. It was decrepit and uncared for, not like the higher class cemetery of Gotham proper where the Rich and powerful are buried. She what’s spent the better part of three days researching her new bedmate roommate once he’d been stabilized enough to be on a consistent schedule for ecto-infusion. He’d be unlikely to regain full consciousness for another month or so, but he would recover fully. 

That was, if he understood what he had become in his near-fatal collapse. 

(Thanks to Jazz and her rash actions.) 

The Lady had been cryptic when speaking of Red Hood at first, but with his recovery and development of a strong proto-core Lady Gotham was eager to aid the Regent in making her once Robin adjust to a world-changing consequence once again. 

(At least this time he would have support.) 

Not only was Jason a Liminal with an indisputable death-claim, he had been a- a Revenant whose continued existence was a mind boggling happenstance of circumstance that was one in a infinite chance of ever happening again. 

The Lady claimed him. The Lady gave a bit of herself to resurrect her bright Light, the one who shouldn’t have died so young, not while he deserved happiness for the hope he brought to so many. 

(Damn it all.)

He clawed himself out of his own casket, to be found by Talia Al Ghul of all people… then survive the Lazarus Pits in body, with only Pit Madness to show for it? 

(It was a callous way to think about it, but Jazz knew that it had also given him his freedom in many ways, that Jason wouldn’t have if he was still just a Revenant.) 

(Did the Al Ghul know what she had found that night in dreary Gotham?) 

(Was she aware she had given Jason Todd a third chance at life- however much of one being death-claimed by Lady Gotham could be called a life.) 

The Lady, wistful once assured in the Regent’s anger having passed, swore an oath that Jason would never be forced to be a Knight again. 

(Jazz reveled in the understanding that Batman, Bruce Wayne, was destined to be Gotham Knight for his mortal lifetime- possibly beyond.) 

(Had he sworn his fealty by accident in his grief? Or had his donning that ridiculous gimmick been enough of a bind to tie his soul to the Lady?)

(Regardless, for his inaction, Jazz privately reveled in the satisfaction of the true consequences of his choices.) 

Jazz, who’d been pacing a strict line in the uneven row of headstones, came to a rest at the grave of the once-Revenant who now lay in her bed. 

Jason Todd 

He’d been only a year older than her little brother when he’d been murdered by the Joker, buried under a name that was half-complete. He was a Wayne in life, but not in death? How hypocritical of the old bat, to not give him the courtesy of giving him the hyphenated last name if he wasn’t going to bury him in the Wayne cemetery. 

What would it have been like if Danny had a grave, complete with a stone and inscription? 

(The portal was his grave. He’d died there and the house was his graveyard.) 

Would it have been up to Jazz to choose the words to describe her little light, the brightest star in the galaxy, the one reason she had for getting up in the morning… or would her parents have cremated him and put him on a shelf to prevent a corpse from ‘piloting’ his corpse? 

(Jazz still had nightmares about Danny’s death scream. The portal ripping him apart in the same moment it fused him back together.) 

(Into something different, something more.) 

(He was her little brother, the same one who she spent her birthday money on to get those ridiculous glow-in-the-dark stars.) 

(They’d spent hours forming constellations on his ceiling.) 

How does one paraphrase a life? 

Would Jazz start with his name, his preferred name, or with his date of birth? 

Would she put down ‘dearest brother’ or ‘missed’, ‘Be at peace’? 

No. Jazz knew she’d give the most important pieces of what made her little brother the brightest star in the sky- 

Danny, per aspera ad Astra.

Danny had an unconventional memorial tucked away in the remnants of the Fenton lab, underneath the debris of what was once a strange machine to a world unseen. 

The portal was built into the wall with ample access space in the rear for intended maintenance, though it was not required once the portal was completed and functional. 

Jazz left flowers for Danny in that maintenance space three days after she first saw his transformation, yellow tulips, though she didn’t know the impact the action would have later in life. 

Once a month, Jazz would return to replace the dried flowers, dust away the cobwebs, close the door, rinse and repeat. 

Christmas was particularly complicated in the Fenton household, but the first year of Danny’s half-life was the worst Jazz could recall up to that point. 

It wasn’t the eerie lack of ghost attacks (thanks to her not knowing of the Truce then), or the winter storm being harsher than any other Amity Park had faced in previous years… No, it was that Danny had died, while nothing and everything changed. 

Jack and Maddie still screamed their arguments about Santa Claus, loud and proud for the world to be privy to. 

Jazz had extra tutoring to take up for Christmas presents. 

Danny… Danny still had to fight a ghost. 

Ghostwriter wasn’t a malicious ghost in nature, far from it in fact, but he was never a fan of her little brother. 

Jazz overheard Danny tell his friends about his ‘storybook adventure’ and she had to sleep in the access space for the night, just so she didn’t wake anyone with her crying. 

It wasn’t right. 

That thought repeated on a never-ending loop in her head as she tucked her growing limbs into the cramped space, eyes shut tight and the darkness shrouding her in safety. 

(That had been the first nightmare of her own death to come, fingers frantically searching for a pulse as she woke in the dark.) 

Perhaps she should have never left that darkness. 

Because then the anger that had been building inside of her would never have been unshackled after the release of the tyrant king. 

Jazz had been a patient girl her entire life. It was a necessary evil when raised by scientists to follow in their footsteps, though she had no intention to make her life into any imitation of her negligent parents, she learned those lessons at the knee of Maddie Fenton, who had given her life to the pursuit of ecto-science. 

(Built a very strange machine to a world unseen.)

When Jazz failed to achieve something, she observed and struck when the opportunity presented it. That’s how she’d survived ghost attacks for so long, escpecially when it was her own dinner- that and the ingrained knowledge to strike hard and quick when it was required. A paradox of a hunter and a hunted, but that was Jasmine Fenton’s upbringing in a nutshell. 

Jasmine knew Vladimir Masters was a bigger predator than she was capable of hunting as a young girl. 

(Jazz was just a little girl when Vlad became obsessed with her and her mom.)

(Only the dead truly knew what an older man could do to someone so much smaller.)

It was a waiting game that morphed as she grew, bones sturdy and teeth sharper as Ecto-contamination finally settled into her molecules- Death-claimed, Liminality. Vlad was a false halfa, just as he was a false friend to her parents and a false business man, but as long as he stayed out of her way in caring for her little brother than she would not destroy him. 

(She was a patient hunter.)

Pariah Dark was the final crack. 

(It needed somewhere to go, all that anger, all that rage.)

Jazz had been patrolling the outer limits of the ghost shield now that Amity was returned to the Living Realm, anxiety in her gut as Danny had yet to show from his battle against the tyrant king. 

He had obviously won if they were all safe, right? The mech suit would boost him enough, but could it really kill what was already dead? 

Hidden in the embrace of familiar shadows, Jazz witnessed Plasmius carrying an unconscious Danny over his shoulder and a…crown in his right hand. 

Not only had the bastard released the King for the Crown of Fire, he’d damned them all for the same item he’d stolen in the aftermath.

Jazz’s next actions weren’t borne from Vengeance, they were unfiltered rage.

Vlad had died that night, Jazz believed wholeheartedly, he died before she locked him in his casket- a since soldered shut Fenton Thermos. 

Thing was, Jazz didn’t recall what happened between them- all she could really remember when thinking of that time frame was a green haze that was so similar in color to the damned portal. 

One moment, Plasmius had Danny and the Crown. The next, he was a beaten man in his human form with no rise and fall of his chest to convince Jazz he was alive. 

Was it concerning? Of course. Jazz never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not in a blackout rage state. 

(How times have changed.) 

Would she ever mourn Vlad? No. He deserved a far worse fate than a second death. 

(His sins were numerous.) 

If his casket would later be given to Pandora, the trusted Mentor of the Boy King’s Regent…. Well, where better to keep a body hidden than with a Matriarch who understands the sins of man? 

(Pandora had always believed in Jazz, the Regent’s soul was far too bright to be snuffed out without a war.) 

Within the Infinite Realms, the Regent was called many things- titles that held little meaning to the one in question, but offered weight to her authority. 

The Lady of the Acropolis, for her mentorship with Pandora and position of respect among the populace. 

First Knight of the Star King, would be granted once her Regency was over and Danny was crowned. His epithet as ‘Star King’ was a beautiful homage of a lost dream. 

Death-Claimed Champion. 

It made the Regent grit her teeth when addressed as such, especially when she lived in Gotham presently- the city of Lady Gotham’s Knights… her Champions. 

Jazz had survived to adulthood as a highly contaminated Liminal, no patron to claim as her- Not even Pandora counted even though they shared a teacher/student relationship. 

Would Jason, Red Hood of the Alley, be able to handle managing his territory without the backing of a patron claim? The Lady did swear that the once-Revenant was no longer bound to her service, which meant he could pack up his gear forever if he wanted to.

Though that was highly doubtful. 

Jason was a strong willed man to lay claim to his haunt so quickly and hold fast for so long. Jazz shared her haunt with Danny, but that was only because he was the powerful Halfa and future King. His Haunt would never be challenged by a competent opponent, not in Gotham at least. 

Perhaps Jason would be willing to unite their haunts? 

It was a common tradition for older ghosts to allow weaker ones to share their haunt for protection, but that didn’t translate well to the Death-Claimed. 

(Jazz had a hunch that Jason was so in tune with his haunt that he instinctively knew when she or Danny stepped foot across his boundary.) 

(They tried not to linger, out of respect of another’s haunt of course.) 

Then again, Jason was the Baby Liminal between the two of them. Danny and Jazz should be offering him to share a haunt for protection. 

(Jazz couldn’t help but wonder what Jason looked like as a child.) 

(She would bet almost anything that he was an adorable kid.) 

(Would their kids be so cute?)

There was a slight lilt of sadness that lingered over the daytime hero, Signal, that Danny almost choked on his Death Wish. 

The coffee, that is. 

Little late on the literal bit. 

Gotham (city, not the Lady) was an ever-gloomy fruit basket full of ghastly vibes. You see it and you know you’re in for a bad time, but that’s typically at night. 

So what was up with Sunshine Child? 

Yeah, he was clearly human and allowed to have off days, duh, but for it to hang like a shroud of storm clouds over Sunny? Yeah, no. That shit needs to be gone, like yesterday. 

“Hey, Sunshine!” Danny called out with a false cheer. It was too damn early in the morning for real cheer, are you mad, but Signal didn’t seem to notice as he approached the lawn chair the Halfa had decided would be his new throne. 

(At least Jazz would find it funny.) 

“Hi Danny. Can I help you with something?” 

Danny took a loud sip of his coffee before he went straight for the throat, “You’re doom and gloom this morning, Sunny. Whose bones do I need ‘ta steal?” 

“No, no, it’s fine. Just…” the meta Hero trailed off, voice tired as he let himself relax for a moment in Danny’s presence. 

(That’s right, Danny’s just a friendly civilian teenager with anger issues, right?)

(Oh he would be cackling at that lie when he had a moment to himself again.)

“My brother is missing.”

Danny blinked. 

“Your brother? One of the birdies?” He tried very hard not to pull out any of his jokes about traffic lights and Stabby Robin, but at least he didn’t sound condescending? 

“Sorta. Red Hood… he went off grid about a week and a half ago.”

(Yeah this isn’t something Danny should be privy to.) 

(Like at all.) 

(It’s not like he was housing the guy in his home right?) 

(Oh wait.) 

“Yikes, Sunny. That sucks, ‘m sorry.”

Signal sighed, “Yeah, thanks Danny.” He paused again, studying the canonical adoption bait that was Danny Fenton before he dropped a bombshell. 

“Batman thinks he’s dead.” 

(Danny almost cackled in manic glee at that statement.)

(Overshot the mark there, Bats. Yikes.) 

Danny happily waved goodbye to his meta friend, a dorky salute with his coffee cup in commersiation of a shitty hour of the day to be awake, before he leaned back in his lawn chair and yawned. 

“Oh, what drama. Jazz is gonna kill me all the way if she finds out.” He said out loud to no one in particular. The occasional shade that kept him company didn’t bother to move at the sound of his voice now that Signal had left, but it did let out a mournful trill that made Dannny chuckle. 

“Yeah, yep, you’re right- when, when, Jazz finds out.” Danny laughed again, “Worth it.” 

A/N:

Yeah, I wasn't expecting so much angst either, but apparently, that's my jam, because I literally cannot write anything else. Well, anything that doesn't sound like two robots trying to mimic humans at least.

This was supposed to be a more upbeat entry and look how epically I failed. I had to put a content warning up top because I wrote/heavily implied that Jazz was abused by Vlad due to his obsession with Maddie.

In other news, I have a playlist now for what songs I listen to while writing this. It's called 'Guns & Sword: Jazz on' 'cause 2am me thinks she's clever.

[morningberriesao3]

MWMD - Wake Me Up

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie's too sore to bathe himself. Good thing Steve has decided to be his caregiver.

Word Count: 2.8K

Chapter: 1 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

March 31st, 1986

Eddie wakes up in the hospital. He hurts everywhere. His legs, his abdomen, his neck, his lungs. An ache so deep that when he first regains consciousness his first instinct is to moan in pain. Let a tear escape his eye, and another one, and another one.

His second instinct is to run.

Eddie’s eyes fly open and his pained moans turn into gasps of fear.

What happened to me?

Where am I?

Am I still there – in Hell?

But as his frantic eyes whip around the room – the white, clean room – he realizes that he’s not in that rancid place anymore. He’s no longer in the place that tried to kill him.

At least, not the one filled with real-life monsters.

This one is filled with people like Jason Carver and his cronies – ones wielded with metaphorical pitchforks and torches – ready to set his home ablaze and send Eddie to the other Hell – permanently.

Jokes on them because Eddie isn’t a satanist. He isn’t an anything. When he dies, it’s the cold, hard ground waiting for him. And that thought is almost as terrifying as eternal fire.

He’s not safe anywhere. And that makes him cry out once more.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, man. Hey – calm down.”

The voice comes from beside him. A voice he recognizes at Steve Harrington. The man he’s had a crush on since junior year. The man who’d barely spoken a word to him until recently and – somehow – has become someone Eddie considers a friend.

Fighting interdimensional monsters together has a way of bonding people, he supposes.

“Steve?” he asks, even though he knows, yes, Steve.

“Good morning,” Steve says, and Eddie turns himself towards his voice. Steve is sitting beside him on a beige plastic chair with thin metal legs. Despite his puffy, dark under-eyes and unkempt hair, he’s smiling. He’s handsome.

Eddie doubts Steve could ever not be handsome.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, because it doesn’t make any sense to him. Waking up in a hospital and Steve Harrington being the first person he sees by his side? No way, man. Friends or not, Steve Harrington has better things to do. More important people to tend to. Eddie might be, like, twelfth on the list of important people to tend to, if he’s lucky.

Steve says, “I haven’t left your side since you got here, man,” like that’s the most normal sentence to ever leave his mouth. Tacks on, “I’m so glad you’re awake. I was worried sick,” for good measure.

“What the fuck?” Eddie huffs. Because what the fuck? What the fuck for so many reasons. He can’t wrap his head around any one of them. He doesn’t even try to.

“Dustin is gonna be so fucking happy, dude,” Steve gushes like they’re old pals. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, and that’s when Eddie notices that Harrington is holding his hand. One that is bound by handcuffs to the bedpost. Two more what the fucks to add to the pile.

Honestly, the handcuffs make more sense than the hand holding. He is still a wanted man, after all.

He and Steve talk for at least an hour that day. The next they talk for two. The next – Steve stays with Eddie from lunch until dinner. And so on and so forth until Steve makes a home at the hospital. Until he has as many things stored there as Eddie does – pyjamas and a toothbrush and Farrah Fawcett hairspray. The only time he leaves is for his shifts at Family Video and to sleep. Sometimes even then he slumps over in that plastic chair and nods off for a few hours before heading home to finish his rest in his own bed.

Five days after Eddie wakes up, a middle-aged man in a white coat walks in with two police officers. One of them is Jim Hopper – who as far as Eddie knows ‘died in a mall fire’ (was killed by evil Russians in a military base below that very mall), but here he is, living and breathing and removing the cuffs that bind Eddie to the bed.

“You’re a free man,” says the man in the white coat – Owens, he introduces himself as. “Jason Carver, who tragically died in the earthquake – was found guilty of the murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Patrick McKinney, and Fred Benson, and the attempted murder of Maxine Mayfield. There were several witnesses who contest to it, including Mayfield herself.”

Eddie cries tears of relief. He won’t be heading to prison when he’s healed. His name is cleared. He’s regular old Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and can live his life in torment in his shitty, homey trailer.

Steve spends the day with Eddie, as always, while Owens makes him sign a stack of papers thicker than his dick is long. Which is, like, above average, but not ginormous. Steve tells Eddie about Hopper – how he’d been in a Russian prison all this time. That El – the little girl with the superpowers – has her dad back. Eddie can’t help but feel happiness even though he was never fond of Jim Hopper (after being escorted home one too many times in his cruiser) and even though he doesn’t personally know El.

It all relates back to that damn Upside Down bond.

Eddie leaves the hospital not even two weeks later.

He gets discharged early because he insists (begs) that he can take care of himself. But his sides burn when he stands, they ache in places so deep that Eddie thinks he might be missing the muscles that feel like they’re on fire. Still Steve drives him back to his trailer. Helps him slide himself onto his shitty mattress. Makes him a can of tomato soup and toasts him some bread and butter.

Eddie should have stayed at the hospital longer, he thinks, but he couldn’t fork the hospital bill.

That changes when Owens covers it and cuts Eddie a large cheque telling him to keep his fucking mouth shut. Not in so many words, but that was the gist.

Eddie gives half of it to Wayne, who asks a million and one questions about where all that money came from. Of course he can’t tell him the truth, so he blurts some bullshit lie about defamation of his name blah blah blah Jason Carver was rich so Eddie got paid by his family as a sorry for dragging him through Hell. It doesn’t seem like a great lie to Eddie, but Wayne nods his head and grumbles something akin to “whatever you say”. Wayne takes the money and puts it in a bank account. He goes back to work even though now he could afford to take a day or two off. Or a year or two. Or even retire.

Eddie also hoards his half. He knows what he’s going to spend his money on, and none of it belongs in Hawkins, Indiana.

He just needs to heal, and he’ll be out of there faster than a bat out of Hell. Or an Eddie out of the Upside Down.

When Eddie tells Steve that Wayne is back to working his nightshifts, it takes him about five seconds to make himself comfortable in Eddie’s trailer as his new roommate.

“No way are you gonna be alone, man,” Steve says, shucking off his shoes and opening the cupboard that he now knows contains the coffee. “What if your stitches pop? What if you fall? You need somebody around, Munson, and it’s going to be me.”

“Fuck off, Steve.” Eddie rolls his eyes. Mostly to hide how red his face is going from the thought of Steve Harrington staying in his home, using his shower, sleeping… where exactly? “I’m not some damsel in distress.”

But Eddie knows it’s a lost cause arguing because Steve is already hands on hips, eyebrows raised, shaking his head like a chastising mother.

“No? How long had it been since you last showered, dude?” Steve asks, trailing his eyes over Eddie’s body like he already knows his answer.

It’s not that Eddie hasn’t gotten under a stream of water, but he can’t move his arms enough to actually clean himself or wash his hair. He didn’t think it was that bad, but obviously he was wrong.

“I’m not sure I’m loving your tone, Harrington.” He pretends not to be as embarrassed as he feels. Out of anyone in the world to point out that he looks dirty, why does it have to be Steve?

“C’mon, man.” Steve grabs Eddie’s arm as gently as he can muster. He starts dragging him towards the bathroom in the trailer. The one that’s so small that barely one person can maneuver within its walls, let alone two.

“You trying to get me naked, Steve?” Eddie asks, heart in throat because he has a creeping suspicion that Steve is actually about to get him naked. He suddenly wishes it hasn’t been months since he last trimmed his pubes, because it’s already been a week since his last proper washing at the hospital. No, it couldn’t just be one or the other.

What a dumpster fire.

“You bet your ass,” says Steve, closing the door to the bathroom behind him even though it’s just him and Eddie inside the trailer. Out of habit, Eddie guesses. “You gonna strip for me, or do you want me to undress you?”

Eddie’s dick chubs up in his sweats.

The bad news is, he doesn’t have time to get it under control before Steve is stepping towards him to peel off his Iron Maiden t-shirt. In fact, it adds fuel to the fire, and Eddie’s dick is now almost at full attention.

There is no good news.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Eddie’s voice breaks through his protests and he barks out a nervous laugh. His hands fly down to cover his crotch because, fuck. How embarrassing. He doesn’t know if it’s worse that Steve got him hard or that he did it by one half-flirted sentence and barely touching the hem of his shirt.

Or maybe the worst part is that he just drew attention to his boner and Steve is looking down to his hands that can’t quite reach to cover it all.

“Calm down, dude,” Steve says nonchalantly. But even through his casual words, Eddie notices his cheeks flushing with his own embarrassment. And that makes Eddie wish he literally died in the Upside Down instead of having to be here, in this moment. “It’s, uh, all cool, right? It’s natural –”

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie cries. He covers his face with his hands, because at least he can pretend that hides all of him. “Please tell me you did not just say that.”

“I mean, I popped a boner one time when Mrs. Turner made me answer a question at the front of the class.”

“That’s literally nothing like this,” Eddie protests.

“That was in front of a teacher and the whole class, dude! How is this worse?”

“Because I’m not contained inside a pair of painted-on Levi’s, Harrington.”

“I won’t look,” Steve promises. It doesn’t make Eddie feel any better about his predicament, but all of the arguing has already made him start deflating.

Eddie focuses on his embarrassment, and the pain pulling at his stitches, and his sharp intake of breath as Steve helps him out of his shirt. He tells Steve he can get his own pants, and he only struggles a little to pull them over his hips and off of his ankles. Steve keeps his back turned as Eddie steps into the hot water.

He kind of wishes it was cold.

His dick is mostly soft when he tells Steve it’s okay to turn around. But still, he faces the shower wall. Steve doesn’t say anything before pressing the pads of his fingers into Eddie’s hair. The suds from the shampoo gathers around Eddie’s shoulders and fall to the floor of the tub.

He moans at the feeling (it’s so much fucking better than those stupid sponge baths at the hospital, okay?), and Steve’s fingers still for a second before starting up again.

For a while, Eddie thinks he’s going to make it through the whole shower experience without getting hard again. But of course when he turns around for the first time to face Steve, sees how his shirt is soaked from the water running down his arms, as Steve lathers a washcloth and starts rubbing down the unscarred portion Eddie’s chest, it happens again.

His traitorous cock fills and fills as Steve washes him.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Eddie,” Steve says. “Seriously. It’s fine, dude.”

Still, Eddie feels he needs to justify himself.

“It’s just ‘cause it’s been so long since I’ve – you know.” Now that he thinks of it, he isn’t sure continuing down this path of conversation is a great idea. In fact, it’s not making the situation better at all, but it’s too late now. So he keeps babbling. “I mean, try going for this long without being able to touch your dick, man –”

“Eddie, I get it.”

“It’s like I’m constantly edging myself –”

“Eddie.”

“And a pair of warm hands all over my body is noooottt helping the situation –”

Steve fumbles with the bar of soap, dropping it on the floor of the small tub. Out of reflex, he bends forward to try to grab it as it skates around the slopes of porcelain beneath Eddie’s feet. Which brings his head dangerously close to Eddie’s crotch. So close, in fact, that he can feel the stands of Steve’s hair tickle his erection.

“Ah – fuck,” he says before he’s able to stop himself, because even if it hasn’t been weeks since he’s been able to get himself off, he’d never be able to stop himself from having a reaction to Steve touching him there. Even if it was purely by accident. Even if it was feather light.

“Sorry! Sorry, dude,” Steve pulls away, leaves the soap on the shower floor. He holds his hands in front of him like he’s saying, ‘I won’t touch you again,’ and, well, since Eddie’s already in such a demeaning situation and there’s no going back, he just can’t have that. Might as well prolong Steve’s fingers on him for as long as possible, right?

“Don’t – just –” he sighs. “Can we start over and pretend this isn’t as awkward as I’ve just made it, Harrington?”

Steve nods.

“Good. Good.” Eddie grins, pretending he’s a lot more comfortable with the situation than he really is. “Now suds me up, big boy.”

Steve continues to clean him. A lot more thoroughly than Eddie expects, swiping over his skin with sure movements and a confidence that Eddie has always lacked when it came to touching someone else. Not that he's done much of that.

Steve's fingers are deft. Warm. Smooth, unlike Eddie's own from years of playing guitar. They tease over his skin, tickling. And if they happen to graze his crotch once or twice, Eddie isn't going to be the one to say anything about it, and obviously Steve isn't, either.

Eventually the shower ends, Steve's hands leave Eddie's body, which he's really thankful for. Because he was nearing the point of no return for a while there. It's Hell - literal agony - to not be able to touch himself once he's shrouded in the darkness and comfort of his own room, a sleeping Steve only feet away on the living room couch. Despite the pain shooting in his abs, his arms, even his neck, he tries.

He tries, and he tries again until he gives up altogether, moaning a sound of discouragement to himself, bringing his hands up to his face to rub it. But even that hurts too much, so he lets them go limp next to his over-eager body.

It wouldn't have been all that bad to endure just the once, but it becomes somewhat of a routine. Steve insisting he bathe Eddie. Eddie allowing it, his body reacting to Steve's hands, wet and soapy, his face, serious and handsome and covered in stubble that he shaves in the evenings rather than the mornings. He always gets excited, and eventually he stops apologizing. Steve starts to expect it.

They continue like that for the following weeks - fueling Eddie with enough spank-bank material to last at least a year - as he slowly but surely, starts to heal.

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

Birdflash 50 First Dates AU

just thinking of this Dick and Wally AU wherein after Wally escapes the Speed Force, he gets memory loss. so every time Wally wakes up, he thinks it's the same day that he got trapped into the Force.

it was also the same day of their anniversary; Dick was planning to bring Wally to Paris and Wally was planning to propose to Dick. it was a lovely and peaceful morning, until Wally along with the other speedsters were called to a mission related to the Force. Wally promised that he would be back and that they would finish celebrating their anniversary. Dick was always hopeful. i mean Jason came back. Bruce came back. Wally always came back.

except for that day.

yes, Wally did come back. after several tries. after several research and studies. after several hopes. after several months. after several breakdowns and tears.

but Wallly has memory loss. he doesn't remeber his life before. he is stuck in this bittersweet loop of his and Dick's anniversary, but has that painful feeling that he is going to disappear.

everyone helps Wally in regaining his memories back. J'onn helps by digging in his consciousness while Zatanna helps through magic, playing scenes that happened throughout his life. and Dick helps through story telling and comfort and love. he tells stories about how they both met, their many memorable missions with the Teen Titans, when Dick became Nightwing because Wally was one of the first people who knew, how they confessed their love for each other, their dates and travels, their recent missions as Titans and when they started becoming official and living together.

once they figured out that he would forget every time he sleeps, Dick decides to capture their present moments through camera and makes them into tapes. when Wally wakes up, he sees the tapes by the bedside table and plays it so he can catch up with his present life.

Wally eventually gets better as each day passes. he still watches those tapes with Dick and they cry about it.

[hamartiannn]

These days I think about Damian and Jason... A lot...

So, I wanted to write about their relationship/journey in my headcanon reality/world.

This one is about their past. About Jason's League of Assassins years. Let's begin...

After Jason found by Talia (at age 17). She brings him to LOA headquarter, to Ra's...

And they heal him with the Lazarus Pit.

(In my headcanon, Jason doesn't die, he just lost his memories due to the trauma and physical damage and his consciousness because of pain and all the damage. As in Arkham Knight, his body is a wreckage and he got a humpback that needs time to heal, so he can walk without any pain...)

Then as he regained his consciounsness back... He mets with Damian (who is only 4 years old back then.) Within three month, as he somehow still remembers how to fight, Jason becomes Damian's trainer, he teaches him what he knows. Then as they get closer, from Damian, he learns that he is Bruce's son.

At first, as his memories are still fuzzy and can't really remember anything. He doesn't mind that fact. But as he starts to regain his memories, he goes insane about it.

He remembers Bruce's promises, which he did not kept. He remembers all the "I love you, Jason" that Bruce told him before he went to sleep. He remembers waiting him, begging him, in the dark warehouse to save him.

No, he doesn't want Bruce to hurt another child. No, Jason can not let that happen.

Jason warns Damian, he tells him about his, Robin's, story. He begs him to not let Bruce hurt him.

Damian promises, he won't let Bruce hurt him. And he makes Jason promise...

If one day he ever fells in that rabbit hole... Jason will be there for him. He'll guide him.

Jason promises...

But one day... He becomes the first one to leave Damian, all alone in the League...

Damian cried for days, he did not eat, or even if he did, he puked just after it. He cut his long black silky hair, which once had been grown as a symbol of the bond between them.

Jason cursed himself for days, he cried and broke things down whenever he remembered that he left Damian with those monsters in League.

They both needed each other, they both loved each other.

And only God knew what was waiting for them.

[bruisedrednblue]

slade that under sex pollen loses perception of his own strength.

being dosed with sex pollen it's never ideal for most people, but after being spent enough, it usually stops.

but for someone like slade, with enhanced stamina and strength it isn't so simple.

jason is used to take slade, and he's more sturdy than most, so when a drugged slade stumbles inside their apartment, he doesn't think twice before helping him out of his clothes. slade might be slightly out of his mind right now, but he dealt with sex pollen before. even if slade is anything but an ordinary human, he can take more than mosts..

jason is limp, all he can do is sob as the acute feeling of pain over takes him. he can feel his already broken bones being crushed under the intense pressure of slade constraining him, holding him down to fuck him violently.

he has bite marks gushing blood all over. he's certain his skin is no longer his natural hue, but an amalgamation of purples and blues.

he can't talk. his jaw was long dislocated when slade repeatedly shoved his cock inside his mouth for hours on end. the pop sound his jaw made while slade forced jason to take his cock to the hilt, over and over, didn't even deter slade for a second, as he viciously shoved his cock down jason's throat.

not that he could form a sentence if he wanted to, he feels more unconscious than present.

jason's asshole and pussy are both so bruised from the constant friction and relentless fucking, he can barely tell wich one slade is inside of, right now. blacking out sounds so appealing.. the though of closing his eyes and waking up safe and well rested, warm in slade's arms.. but he has to hold onto consciousnesses. he doesn't know how much more it'll take for slade to regain some control. he can't afford going unconscious with all of his injuries, even if his eyelids feel heavier by the minute.

slade is far too cunt drunk to notice jason is motionless and quiet.