#you can’t ‘just call him Joker’ out of this. pick one

[moonlights-melancholia]

ok tumblr let’s settle this one too

[kizzer55555]

Ultimate Escape Room

Sam, Danny, and Tucker are bored. Nothing seems to be a challenge anymore. Summer vacation is coming up but they can’t agree on anything . Themepark? What’s a better roller coaster than Jack driving? Scary movie? I’m sorry, nothing beats Fright Knight’s nightmare realm. Bungie jumping? Danny can fly. Then Tucker, who’s been typing on his computer, asks “what about an escape room?”. The others are about to shut the idea down because seriously? Easy. But Tucker just grins and shows them his computer screen.

“Ever heard of Arkham?”

Danny and Sam lean over to read the description and all three turn to each other and grin. 

Now, what’s the fastest way to get into Arkham?

…

So the chaos trio do ✨something✨ that gets them locked up in Arkham and then try to escape and they keep. You know, normal stuff for Arkham inmates. Except this trio? Keep. Getting. Out. Of. Their. Cells. So they are just passing by locked up rogues and waving at them as an army of prison guards chase after them. Sure they could get out the easy way (Aka powers) but no, this is a challenge so they have the normal rules of an escape room. Aka, you can’t break anything and an extra rule where if a guard catches you, then you can’t fight back (also, no one can get hurt). (They make fake identities and everything). So they need to go through the whole process. Figure out how to unlock cuffs. Could be learning to pick a lock with a spoon/stick/long nails. Then find the keys. Possibly having to crawl through vents to get in the warden’s office. Or making deals with prison inmates. Like, I’ll get this for you if you give me that (however they extract a promise that the rogue can’t kill anyone with whatever they help them with.) So they are in prison literally doing errands like find freeze’s weapons in exchange for him telling them the passcode to the gate or something. Or getting Waylon some meat from the cafeteria and he’ll break the lock on this movable vault that has materials to make smoke bombs they can use to distract the front guards. 

These kids are just going wild and it gets to the point where Arkham has to call the bats (like no Waylon, we won’t escape with you, we have to do it without breaking any walls!) So literally the only reason they are not escaping is because they want to do it ‘right’. But they are also aiding other rogues in their escape (at least certain ones. They aren’t helping joker no matter what he offers)

It’s driving the bats mad. They have vigilantes stationed in each hall, in multiple monitor rooms.

They aren’t even using anything clever to block the cameras. They’re using mirrors. Mirrors! Where did they even get so many handheld mirrors! 

They are running circles around the bats. The escaped rogues literally aren’t doing anything yet because they want to see how the three hellions will escape the entire bat clan. They have bets going. So there is a temporary truce.

Just imagine the conversations/interrogations the bats will have with trio, trying to figure out their master plan - because surely there's something more going on than three chaos young adults playing a game, right?

They trio each have a different story. And they are so passionate/convincing actors that no one knows which story is real. At least one of them told a sob story with legitimate tears.

Danny: (all mysterious) You shall never know our master plan….until it is too late. And just casually dropping hints that there is something greater or that the bats are playing right into their hands. Even using ridiculous scenarios like yesss the ketchup explosion in the cafeteria….We are one step further….Mwa ha ha! (Rubs his hands together)

Sam: (absolutely distraught with literal tears running down her face and ruining her mascara.) There is a terrible organization holding their parents hostage. They had been framed and forced to be in Arkham. If they don’t do exactly as they are told, their loved ones are in danger! Should we stay? Should we escape and help them!? No one will believe us and what if we make things worse? We don’t know what to do!

Tucker: (takes a long slurp of a smoothie. Where he got one? No one knows). Yeah we were bored and had nothing better to do than mess with you guys. (Sluuuuurp).

The bats are trying to figure it out. Is the black haired guy telling the truth and the other two are just manipulating them? Is it the girl and the others are only following the plot of the organization? IS THE BARET KID RIGHT AND THEY’RE JUST MESSING WITH US!? WHICH STORY IS IT!?

Under normal circumstances, Sam wouldn’t give a sob story because It’s not really her vibe. But Sam has the opportunity to pull one over on a bat. Do you honestly think she won’t take a chance to mess with them? Also, Dick is the one who is interrogating Sam.

He’s crying too by the end of the story.

Poor guy, Sam will play his heart like a fiddle. 

Also, their fake identities are Jordan for Danny. Mortica for Sam (or Macey for short) and Phineas for Tucker. The fact that they are using fake identities is the only thing they all agree on in the interview. But the bats find nothing on them and the identities are so realistic they wonder if they are even fake at all. If the three are faking fake IDs to throw them off their tail from looking deeper. Apparently their ‘parents’ having a missing persons report.

Damian is interrogating Danny. It’s just so easy to rile him up and get under his skin. It’s absolute drama in that interrogation room. 

Danny: ah yessss. Master plan.

Damian: you shall never succeed! Justice shall prevail evil scum!

And Duke is interrogating Tucker. He just…has no idea how to respond to this. He wasn’t trained for this response. Hostile, yes. Mysterious, yes. Scared, yes. Civilian, yes. Even Flirtatious! YES! But not…this. What does he do? should he take out his note cards?

Also, I’m adding a mix of home alone elements to this. They have to get past the bats somehow and it can’t be lethal. Poor Jason and Steph who are patrolling the halls fall victim to most of this.

At one point, both of them are tied up together and hanging from the ceiling. While the trio just casually walk by under them. 

It’s dental floss. Really strong dental floss.

Then the bats start taking sides. 

Jason? once he hears Sam's story, he's immediately willing to help her. He and Dick are searching for that missing person's report almost religiously.

Tim believes Danny's story. part of it is because it makes the most sense, and the other part is that he's slightly biased from becoming an evil megalomaniac in every timeline he's seen so he's subconsciously trying to stop that from happening here.

Cass believes Tucker because come on, it's Cass.

Steph is siding with Tim because her father was cluemaster so same reasons.

Bruce is trying to fact check all of them and is failing desperately.

Sam added some ‘clues’ in her interrogation and basically threw the GIW under the bus as the organization. So the bats do find a shady organization but so far no missing persons so the other bats still don’t know if what Sam is saying is true or not while Dick takes this as absolute proof and Jason feels like it doesn’t matter if she’s telling the truth at this point. It’s a corrupt organization. So he’ll still blow it up.

I think in this AU, the GIW isn’t a threat and more of an annoyance so Sam just plays them up as even worse. Like, she doesn’t say anything untrue just makes it sound worse out of context. Oh yeah, they opened fire on this random kid. (Gregory when they thought he was phantom) Oh yes, they have destroyed Danny’s house at one point. (The prank war with Vlad) Yes, the have an unhealthy obsession with dissecting people. (Even though they are too incompetent to actually catch anyone).

So again, they don’t know if Sam is telling the truth of the organization or they just used this random organization to draw their attention away from the three’s plans (as Danny implied). Possibly an enemy organization or a competitor.

I know everyone makes the GIW a big threat but I decided to change it up. They aren’t a threat but still get obliterated by a pissed off Red Hood and Nightwing.

And that’s  another reason why Sam gives the sob story. Danny and Tucker are great but they wouldn’t actually sick a crime lord on the GIW. Sam? Absolutely would. She does not care what happens to them. They tore up her garden one time with a stray shot. She wants revenge. And sure, she didn’t actually know what would happen to them after the bats find out but she still doesn’t care.

And through all of this, the rogues are sitting back and eating popcorn while Joker screams bloody murder from his cell. 

[shintaru]

Make me sweat, make me hotter | Joker

Nsfw headcanons ♡ taglist ♡ m.list

Warnings: cream pie, unprotected sex, slight choking & spanking, not proof read

Joker has an upcoming fight with another undefeated fighter. This fighter is from the underground fighting ring in England considering how famous he is Wooin & Joker take it as an opportunity to make some money. You overhear Joker telling Wooin he wants 30% of what’s received. “With how much we will make you could have more, this guy is famous” Wooin responds, Joker doesn't reply, he just stays silent. The silence between the two doesn’t last long when you hear Wooin burst out laughing saying “this will be fun” rolling your eyes at your boyfriends crazy friend you head back to the room where Joker prepares for his fights.

The room has a few lockers, a bed for fighters to rest and be patched up after a match, some chairs and a table and lastly some boxing equipment. You’re cleaning his gloves for the match when he walks in. “Are you ready for your match? It starts in a hour an a half” you reply. You can tell with his lack of responses that he’s in his head about this match. He appears calm on the outside he can hide his emotions well besides anger other than that it’s hard to know how he’s feeling. But you’ve known him long enough to know when something is up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him. Once again he doesn’t reply. You sigh and walk behind him. You rub his back and say “you know I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he stands up turning to face you. “Sleep with me” he says almost demandingly. “A nap before the match sounds good” you reply. “No, I don’t want to take a nap, I want you to have sex with me”

He replies. You burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that” you say hoping he won’t take offense to your laughter. You give him your consent and he practically drags you over to the bed.

Joker pulls you into a surprisingly soft kiss with how eager he seems to get you under him. Pulling all your clothes off you start to lay down but he interrupts you saying “I want you to sit on my face” you can feel the heat rushing to your face the thought of that position is so embarrassing. You’ve been with Joker for a few years but you still get a little shy in bed. Knowing this Joker doesn’t ever push you into things you don’t want but sometimes he likes experimenting with new positions.

You don’t even know how he got you here. You’re gripping the headboard with your head thrown back moaning his name. A name not many get to call him. Your thighs are caging his face beneath you his hands are on your hips gripping them tightly holding you in place. He is sucking on your clit dragging his tongue over your most sensitive parts. Earning many moans and praises from you. He picks up the pace a little, making you moan. “J I’m close” you tell him. He guides your hips back and forth on him so now you’re grinding on his face. Grabbing and pulling on his hair you cum on his tongue with a loud moan. “Hajun” is all you can get out feeling him clean up the mess you made all over his face.

He then tells you to get on your knees. You do so watching him undress admiring his toned well built body. He is now in nothing but his underwear standing in front of you. You help him take his underwear off looking up at him towering above you. You take his cock in your hand feeling his thickness. He tells you to suck on his cock. You lick the precum off his tip slowly taking half his length in your mouth. He doesn’t like how slow you’re going you can tell by the way his eyebrows furrow. He grabs the back of your head with both hands fucking your face at a relentless pace having you deep throat his length hardly being able to breathe. Tears streaming down your face, you’re grabbing his thighs looking up at him hoping he’ll slow down so you can breathe. You’re gagging on his cock but still taking all of him in the bavk of your throat. He does one last thrust cumming in the back of your throat and pulling out. He makes you swallow all of it.

You attempt to wipe your face, probably doing a horrible job. Joker helps you stand, taking your thighs in his hands he lifts you up placing your thighs around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him, sticking his tongue in your mouth you feel him switch to holding you up with one arm. With his other arm he takes the tip rubbing it across your folds making you moan into the kiss. Pushing his tip in making you drag your nails between his shoulder blades for sure leaving scratches. He places his hands on your hips pushing you down on his length once he’s all the way in he picks you up by your thighs bouncing you up and down on him. Breaking the kiss you moaning “hajun”. He lets you cum first. Feeling you clench around him and tighten your grip on his shoulders he continues fucking into you.

“Slow down” you tell him, needing a little break after your orgasm. He doesn’t listen, picking up the pace making you cry into his shoulder. You feel his cock twitching inside you and you know he’s close with on the last thrust he releases his load inside you. You know he’s not satisfied yet, sex with him only ends after multiple rounds.

Carrying you to the edge of the bed he sits down pulling you onto his lap. Lining up with your entrance he tells you to ride him. You push his tip in sliding down on him all the way. You’re bouncing up and down on him moaning. He is leaving a trail of kisses all down your neck occasionally sucking on the skin leaving a few hickeys. Taking your breast in his mouth he sucks on your nipple and fondles with your other breast until you aren’t going as fast as he likes. He slaps your ass really hard causing you to yelp out loud. His grip tightening on your hips slamming you up and down on his cock while thrusting in and out you. “Fuck, just like that so close” he says under his breath by your ear. His voice pushing you over the edge you feel another orgasm washing over you.

Without pulling out he flips you over so your underneath him, without warning he is thrusting in and out of you with a relentless pace chasing his own climax. His fast rough pace causes his dick to repeatedly hit your cervix making you cry and moan his name. His hands are placed beside your head gripping the sheets tightly reading under his arms you scratch all down his back. you’ll feel him cum again pushing your legs up as far as they go resting them over his shoulders. Caging your head between your knees he will once again pick up his rough relentless pace as you moan his name.

Taking your legs off his shoulders spreading them further apart he leans back watching his cock disappear into you. With one hand wrapping around your throat he tells you to cum one last time for him. You squirt on his cock and he cums once again watching his glistening cock go in and out of your hole fucking your mixed juices back into you.

He leans down kissing you, switching you both where he is lying behind you with his arms around your waist pulling the blanket over you both. With thirty five minutes to spare you both fall asleep

Dedicated to @inosukehana @cozyunderworld

[puppetwoman17]

I wonder what the batfam's reactions would be if the joker escapes wherever they sent him to, finds Tim on patrol and was like "Long time no see JJ," and then going on about how he should come home with him back to arkham and he'll help him "recover" and are trying to get to Tim's location as fast as they can while listening in on comms?

This was actually a scenario I thought of the day I found out about JJ. I feel like after what happened, Tim would do the opposite of what Jason would and has done. Instead of going to find the Joker, he would stay as far away from him or even his goons as possible. It would be like the third Robin and the Joker had no history, nothing to tie them together(which probably made Jason angry at some point).

So when he breaks out of Arkham(AGAIN, jesus), Tim, Babs, and Bruce don’t waste a minute before bringing up that Tim has another case he has to work on that is of the “upmost importance”. It’s actually just a 12 year old homicide cold case that he solved a month ago but no one has to know that. Jim knows to sweep that under the rug when RR comes by with the same exact evidence he came with a month ago.

But Lady Luck has never been on Tim’s side. The rest of the bats quickly lose track of the Joker. Babs manages to find him, but by that point, it’s too late.

Joker finds him. And he recognizes him. Underneath the new name, costume, and styled hair, Joker finds his “son”.

As you can imagine, he’s over the moon. But he’s also just as angry.

“Junior! You don’t call, you don’t text, you don’t send out an email. What’s a pop got to do to get their son to notice them?”

“I’m not your son.”

“Not with that hair you’re not. Your skin’s not how I left it at all! And what happened to that beautiful smile of yours? Did the bat ruin that too?”

Tim doesn’t take jabs about his smile well. This is why. And it gets under his skin that even after using so much foundation and concealer, the Joker can still see the remnants of smile lines along his cheeks.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Junior. You know papa doesn’t like being ignored.“

“You’re not my dad.”

“Ha! Who is then? Certainly not the old bat. Anyhow, this isn’t about him. It’s been so long, kiddo. Why don’t we stop by the old warehouse and have a chat. Maybe even pick up Mama while we’re at it.”

“Harley would rather die than go with you, and I’m not following you anywhere. Batman already has your location.”

That brushes the smile off the freak’s face. The expression he has on now is sickly reminiscent of how he was when he, Tim, and Harley played family years ago. It’s not a look he gives to other people. No one else has seen it, so they might think Tim a liar. But he can’t deny the parental disappointment in the man’s eyes.

“I know they don’t know.”

Now that. That really gets to him.

“None of your business.”

“It it, but you’re welcome to deny it. I believe it’s just the old bat, the beat up cop, and Ms. Gordon, correct? Not even the first Robin! Ha! I wonder what the second bird would think. Not to mention the girls! Oh! And we can’t forget about little old Signal.”

Tim doesn’t need him to tell him. He’s gone over the scenario so many times it drives him mad. What each of them would say. What he could do to make them think differently. What he would have to do if they found out. Where he could run to. It never gets easier.

Joker is trying to scare him. That’s the only conclusion he definitively has. And aside from his general psychotic tendencies, he genuinely believes he and Tim are family.

By the time Batman arrives with the GCPD, the Joker is tied and ready for extraction. But the villain’s smile is no less fear-inducing.

“You know I’m right, my boy,” he says as he’s take into the back of a truck.

“They’ll never look at you the same way again.”

It’s only when everything is over that Tim takes the time to look over his gear that he finds his mistake. One that the Joker knew about. One that he exploited.

When he shut off the comms, he didn’t shut them off. In his delirium over his past, instead of closing them off, he muted them. While he couldn’t hear any of their chatter, they definitely heard his. And he didn’t send Babs his acceptance to shut his comms off, something she couldn’t do without express permission.

So when he unmuted the comms, you can only imagine what he heard.

[mango-sp1ce]

Dan wipes down the bar as the other bartenders chat behind him. It’s all fleeting conversation, nothing of real note as they clean up and get ready to leave.

Unlike them, Dan just got in for his shift. The graveyard shift, how fitting. Not being one for small talk, he gives a simple grunt as a goodbye when the other workers leave, not even turning his head.

The moment the door clicks shut behind them, he brings his hand under the bar and flicks on the switches. Lights, sound, the whole shebang. His sensitive ears easily pick up on the sound of the door locking, and a different door on a different wall unlocking.

And then he sits, and he waits.

———

The first hour is quiet. A few goons, a few lesser villains. Condiment King is… an entire issue within himself, but even he didn’t pick much of a fight tonight. If anything, the bar just received its most recent restocking of condiments, courtesy of the king.

Washing a few stray dishes in his free time, Dan glances up when the door opens again and a fresh chill finds its way inside. He rolls his eyes as the villain sits down, before letting his core thrum to action and coil the frost back out the door. The man can keep his little aura, but leave your jacket at the door please. Common courtesy.

He makes momentary eye contact before making the drink without instruction or a word said. Seems frosty isn’t here tonight for small talk. Good.

Right as he slides the drink over, the door opens again to another high end villainous celebrity. The Riddler makes his way in, looking a little worse for wear. He take a close seat and does a little hand motion that only takes Dan a minute to decipher.

When he slides his drink over, the man smiles and laughs. “Got it in one! One of these days I’ll stump ya!” Maybe. It is completely possible. Dans only been recognizing the gestures from different books and video guides he’s been watching.

The two big shot villains get to talking and Dan proceeds to do what he likes the most about this job. The chaotic neutral action of… simply ignoring them. He turns and takes note of inventory instead as they plan whatever it is that they’ve planned.

And then the haunting (not to Dan, but certainly to the people of Gotham) sound of a clown car echoes down the street outside. He’s sure it isn’t an actual clown car, but he’s never really stepped outside to look.

The two men at the bar look at each other before sliding to sit further down. Within minutes of their decision, the main man himself makes his way in.

Dans already got his drink ready before he even sits. But yet again as always, the man chooses to sit right in front of wherever Dans standing at the moment.

“So, bartender, what’s it today?” The madman cackles out, taking the drink and swirling the little umbrella Dan had plopped on top. The umbrella didn’t belong there at all really, but Dan had noticed the way the man favored the little item whenever he got it and figured he may as well put one every time.

“Shocked. Chilled.” Dan responds with a nod towards the drink. The joker makes a thrilled little sound before taking a sip and knocking his head back in a laugh.

It’s not as if the words he just said have any actual meaning. At least, not what they might’ve had before. Jokers got his own thing going on, his own mixes and substances and who knows what else he puts in his drinks. Dan wouldn’t be surprised if the little “surprise” packs the Joker’s goons supplied the bar with were just joker gas in water dissolving form.

“That’s certainly got a spark!” He yells, his eyes as wide as ever. Dan doesn’t say anything, after all; everyone who comes here knows how he feels about small talk.

“So, Danny-boy, I’ve got an offer that you certainly can’t refuse!” The man chuckles, sipping his drink and playing idly with the small umbrella. Dan rolls his eyes.

“Don’t call me that. And shoot.”

“Woah now- I haven’t even loaded my gun!” He jokes. Dan just stares blankly until the man continues. “Always such the party pooper. So Casper, I’ve got a guy who needs a little… break. The usual really, but I want you to do this one with pizazz! How do ya like sequins?”

Dan blinks at him. Once. Twice. And then he dumps a cup of ice onto the man. The man cackles and cackles, like a wheezing hyena, before straightening out.

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that.”

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

Photo evidence part 6

Tim’s life is officially over!

So apparently, the new Robin is not, in fact, fine! He’s dead! Gone! Went BOOM, if you will! And now, without Tim being able to grieve AT ALL for the Robin he had bonded with and probably spent more time with than his actual parents,

Tim had to pick up the pieces of the mess Jason left behind. (He’ll have a breakdown later)

Batman has been going off the rails, beating criminals to near death (they would’ve been dead if he hadn’t called the ambulance), hurting civilians, breaking more laws than ever, pushing everyone away, and letting injuries get worse and worse and worse…

To put it simply, he was killing himself! 

It was like he wasn’t even the same person, especially after Jason’s funeral, and Tim had a front row seat to the destruction.

Some villains thought that Batman being in this state would make it harder to enact their plans and went into hiding. While the others (the more powerful or the idiotic) decided it would be easier! 

Almost all The Cameras either stopped taking photos or would only send pictures about Batman. All of them had horrible content. Just bloody alleyways, or people running away in fear. They were sent in with the hope of Photo evidence doing something about it.

That is what he does, right? Take corrupt people and either blackmail them or report them to the police…

There was no way that he could get the police to arrest Batman, that would do more harm than good. And the only meaningful thing he has against Batman is his identity. Either way, he can’t go after The Batman! Photo evidence doesn’t fight the good guys!

But... Batman isn’t really a good guy now, is he? It’s like Robin took all the good with him when he died. 

And even if he did blackmail Batman, B might just let it happen! He’s already shown that he doesn’t care what happens to himself now that Jason’s gone.

Which is really surprising, considering he has a perfectly good, alive son and friends!! Like, shouldn’t Superman or Nightwing be showing up to try and stop this?

Oh wait that’s right, Nightwing is mad at B for not telling him that Jason died and that he missed the funeral…

Like okay… Tim understands that not being alerted to your brother’s death while you’re in space can make you mad enough that you don’t want to talk with the person who was supposed to tell you that info to the point where you don’t want to be in the same city as them.

And in Superman’s case he stopped B from killing Joker, which probably started this whole “I’m gonna go punch out my anger cuz I can’t kill the guy who murdered my son,” thing.

Superman also probably thinks that he’ll get killed in Gotham for preventing Joker’s death in the first place, whether by Batman or a Metropolis-hating Gothamite who somehow sensed that Superman stopped Joker from dying, and that probably makes him not want to be in Gotham. 

However, that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be helping!!

Seriously, Tim doesn’t understand why out of every. single. person. who actually KNOWS Batman, HE has to be the only one to actually do something.

Aren’t heroes supposed to help? Why does he, a child, have to be the only one who cares? The only one to step up? The only one willing to try and help?

Doesn’t anyone realize if Batman dies on patrol, Gotham is going to go up in flames!?

Oh come on! This was supposed to be his debut! To show the world that he could protect Gotham! But not in a vigilante way… He was supposed to go after the people outside of Gotham. The bats do the actual fighting, not him!

Ok ok, that’s it. He has to plan! Maybe contact a few people before he (or Batman) does something rash… after all he’s The Photo evidence! Timothy Jackson Drake! He doesn’t put himself in danger, that isn’t how a Drake works! So If he’s gonna have to save Batman on his own he’s gonna make sure that it’s the last option before he does.

But like what could he even do?? He can’t just bring back Batman’s hope and light, he can’t just bring Robin back! (Photo evidence blackmails people not resurrect them!), The only way to do that is to have someone become Robin, But the only options for that role are Jason, Dick, or well..… Tim.

And since Jason is dead and Tim really doesn’t want to be stuck in a life that’s gonna kill him (cuz it would kill him eventually), he’s just gonna have to find a way to get Dick back into the Robin role…

Maybe visit him in Blüdhaven? Maybe he could tell him what’s going on with Batman in Gotham? How is he even gonna get there? He honestly has no idea. But if this is the only way to help Bruce, he’ll do it.

He just really hopes that Dick will agree so he doesn’t have to save Batman alone…

[ayylovley]

All Mine

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Joker x F!Reader

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Warnings; Penetration, cussing, sex with no condom, sex while standing up, can’t think of anything else

Not very proud of this one but I’ll be damned if I don’t post it

You were supposed to have a nice date with Joker… what the hell happened?

Here you are, sitting on a seat in a nice restaurant all alone when your boyfriend said he had made reservations. He promised that he wouldn’t be late…

As your plushed thighs make skin on skin contact when you cross your legs trying not to become antsy, your eyes scan across the atmosphere once more. You start to feel embarrassed by the fact that you’re sitting all alone, with a barley opened bottle of expensive champagne. Suddenly, a repeated buzz inside of your purse startled you. Digging in your purse ignoring the lip products, pens, and wallet you search for your vibrating device. Once you have it in your hands, you see his name on screen.

Your finger pad quickly pressed down to answer. Bringing it to your ear, his voice is on the other end almost immediately.

“Babe? I’m so sorry! I can’t make it, I have no excuses except I got caught up with work, I could barley even make this call… I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can.”

“Damn.” There’s a mumble of a curse word falling out of your red painted lips. “Ok.” You say in a faint whisper, trying not to sound disappointed. You should’ve known… Joker’s work does this to you and him constantly. In a deep apprehension of anger and frustration, your legs loosen from each other when you stand up calling out for the waiter to receive the check.

Waiting all night for him to come back, ready for a good explanation for why work had to hold him up for so long. You even slept on the couch in hopes that he would be home when you’ve woken up. Your wish seemed to come true when a sound of the front door closing jolted you from your slumber. “Babe?” Still half asleep you call out to your boyfriend, you barley rubbed the back of your knuckles into your closed eyes when Joker snatches your wrists causing you to look at his exhausted face

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). They wouldn’t let me go and Wooin was being a pain in the ass.”

“When is he not?”

A faint scoff is heard from you, Joker knew that you were pissed. He stares at you with a straight face. Until he decides to pick you up placing his arm underneath your legs and the other was upon your back. “Hey-“ About to protest, he carries you into the shared bedroom.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You can feel a little burning sensation on your cheeks from his words. But it wasn’t enough to excuse his absence for your planned date. “Carrying me and putting me on the bed to fuck is not making it up to me.”

“Who said we’re using the bed?”

His words confuse you, staring at him furrowing your eyebrows with innocent curiosity. Joker strips you down from your clothes letting them fall carelessly on the bedroom floor. It was quiet for a moment, the soft sounds of you helping him out getting out of his clothes that he was wearing all day up until now… You still weren’t sure what he is about to pull. That is, until his strong arms grasp your frame. Your skin press against his, the moment his hands grasp your ass to keep your body tangled with his own.

Her legs tightening around his waist, you look at him with pleading eyes, suddenly the need for him to take you right here, was all over your mind. The anger you had a moment ago was forgotten and faded away. Joker positioned your body, removing your dripping clit away from his lower stomach and aimed to his rock hard cock.

You can feel your walls pulsating from how slow his wet tip sinking down to his middle shaft down to his balls. Your body is shivering in delight. The air filled with moans while Joker remains standing on his feet all while your legs are kept on his body heat. No wall supporting your bare back, just the grip on your ass. His pace quickened, soft pants fall from his hanging open plump lips. His hot moans that only you could hear, were so much more repeated than previous times of intercourse.

Most likely because of this new position, he’s never taken you like this. But how he’s able to watch the way his veiny dick pumps in and out of your soaking hole, it drove him insane enough to thrust with a hammering speed. The sweating skin along with his balls smacking against your ass kissed the air.

You can’t hold back the screams… holding him with your hands groping his shoulders when you’re forced to look him in his cold, yet lustful eyes with an intense desire and need written all over your face.

“Listen to me,” Joker managed to say in a serious of breathless moans. “You belong to me. I promised you that I will never believe that anything, or anyone else is important didn’t I?”

With no help from your throat to respond verbally, you just nod your head. As he’s fucking your brains out using all of his strength. Your brain goes haywire, in the situation of doing nothing but feeling his cock that he knows how to fuck you with.

There’s a drop of drool streaming down your bottom lip, your body bounces underneath him caused from the vigorous thrusts.

“Good girl, im gonna cum…”

In between hot breaths once again he speaks. “And when I do, I’m gonna cum all over this tight pussy that’s all mine, do you understand me?”

You couldn’t even nod normally anymore… Going completely fuzzy, but managed to move your head to make it look like a nod. It satisfies him greatly that only he can make you get like this. Your hole gushing over his shaft with sinful slick that your eyes roll behind your head.

The build of Joker’s ecstasy in his lower body, he’s ready to pin your back on the sheets of the bed. Pulling out with the same speed that he was fucking with. A slight ‘pop’ sound can be heard just so he spills his hot liquid on the clit and folds of your throbbing pussy. A pathetic whine from you grows a grin across his face.

“But you can’t cum just yet, not until I remind you how much you mean to me.”

[guilty-pleasures21]

One idea for part 2 is for Jason to show the reader what a Interrogation really is.

He ties her to the bed and interrogates her to find out why she deceived him. Force her to confess 🗣

Hey, hey! I deviated a little from the suggestion just because I think Jason's more of a 'long, drawn-out, elaborate revenge plan that you never saw coming' type of guy 😏. If you don't like it though, just let me know and I can try another version with the bed instead!

Interrogation practise

I feel like this is now going to turn into a part 3 based on everyone's responses to that little surprise at the end 😬😅. Please enjoy!

Part 1 - the interrogation

Part 2 - the revenge

Part 3 - the roleplay

Warnings: bondage, explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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She swung across the rooftops, eager to get home and take a shower before cuddling up on the sofa to watch a movie with her boyfriend. Jason had started running a little cold after, well, literally dying, so she always used that as an excuse to curl up with him under the blankets. She rubbed her arm as she landed on top of GCPD, the appendage still sore from where she’d gotten hit earlier.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” Jason called out to her, his voice low and thick as he landed beside her. “We’re not being chased by anyone.” She sighed, trying to relax, and turned to face him, sliding her hands along his chest appreciatively.

“I know, I just …” Her eyes flickered up to his and she grinned before wrapping him up in a hug. “I just want to go home and cuddle up with you! My cute little boyfriend!”

“What the hell?” Jason chuckled, his hands coming around her waist to gently pry her off of him. He wasn’t ‘cute’ - and most definitely not ‘little’. She shot him a mischievous smile - the one that made his heart start thudding in his chest - and he rolled his eyes before turning her around.

“Why don’t we just … take a moment to enjoy the view?” he suggested, guiding her over to the railing surrounding the rooftop. “It’s such a beautiful night.” He stood behind her as she gazed up at the night sky, his hard chest pressing into her back as she admired the way the stars twinkled in the dark. He was right: it was a beautiful night, with her super hot boyfriend - she should take advantage of the brief respite. She turned back around to face him, to slide her hands up his hard muscles and- She couldn’t move. Why couldn’t she move? Oh. Because he’d frickin’ handcuffed her to the rooftop of the effing GCPD building! What the hell?!

“Jason,” she began slowly, trying to keep her voice steady as she tugged on the handcuffs. What the hell was he trying to accomplish?! “What are you doing?” Jason grinned as he took off his helmet and set it aside.

“I am showing you …” He straightened to remove his jacket, shrugging the sleeves off and draping it over his helmet, “... how a real interrogation works.”

Shit! He couldn’t be serious! Could he? Then again, this was the same guy who’d come up with a whole elaborate revenge plan to get back at the Batman after he’d failed to save him from The Joker. So maybe he really wasn’t joking.

“Jason, this isn’t funny,” she insisted, her heart picking up speed in her chest. “Can’t we just do this at home?” He chuckled at her suggestion.

“You don't usually get to interrogate criminals in a comfortable environment, sweetheart,” he informed her casually. His pupils dilated as he watched himself trace his knife over the smooth dips and curves of her body and he licked his lips hungrily.

“Jason, we’re on a f*cking rooftop!” she hissed at him, trying to keep her voice low enough that no one in their vicinity would come to investigate and find them in such a compromising situation. “In the middle of Gotham frickin’ City! What the hell?!”

She didn’t swear much, his sweet girlfriend, so it was always a bit of a shock to hear the vulgarities drip out of her mouth. It was funny, he thought to himself as he appraised her beautiful little body, how badly he’d fallen in love with her when they were so different from one another. Well, that was probably why he’d fallen in love with her in the first place, he supposed, trying to figure out where he wanted to start tonight. He tucked his knife back into his pocket and began unbuckling her belt, ignoring her frustrated protests as he set it aside. She was just so sweet and innocent and it thrilled him whenever he managed to bring out her naughty side. He gripped her chin in his hand, bringing his mouth close to hers. Then he smirked at her. “I’m just trying to help you, sweetheart. Right?”

She glared up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide and pretty as her rosy lips twisted into a pout. F*ck, she was beautiful, all spread out for him just like this. He couldn’t wait to torture her.

X fiddled with her handcuffs again, trying to come up with a way to get herself out of this situation - they were on the f*cking rooftop of the f*cking Gotham police station, for f*ck’s sake! What if Gordon walked in on them?! Or worse yet - Bruce?! She bent and rotated her wrists, trying to reach up one of her sleeves to pull out the lock picks she kept stashed there for situations just like this. It was too bad he hadn’t cuffed her hands together - it would have been so much easier for her otherwise. But he probably knew that, given the hundreds of times he’d found her chained up in some uncomfortable position, Damian chasing away anyone who tried to help her until she could pick a lock in her sleep. Jason let her go and pulled his knife back out again, tracing the tip of the blade over the seams in her suit.

“So tell me, darlin’,” he finished, his voice a lazy drawl as he admired her body, so perfectly outlined by her tight little suit, “how long were you planning that little stunt you pulled the other night?” X furrowed her brows, pretending to act confused - even as her lips started to curl at the ends.

“What stunt?” Jason shook his head at the fake note of naivete in her voice. But he had to admit that she was cute when she looked at him like that, curly eyelashes fluttering up at him, pretty lips rounded in confusion.

“Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart,” he warned her, twisting the tip of his knife in the collar of her shirt. “I know you too well for that.” He bent over to press a kiss to her cheek, his knife threatening her against moving as he brushed his lips down her neck.

“I'm not lying, Jace!” she insisted, her voice going up a pitch as she started to get more alarmed. “I just got carried away, that's all!” Maybe if she made herself seem really helpless, he'd feel bad and let her go. And then try to make up for it after. How long would she be able to hold this over his head?

Jason laughed, his breath blowing away the loose strands of hair around her face.

“‘Carried away’?” he repeated incredulously, pressing the tip of his knife harder against the fabric at her collarbone. “Somehow, I'm just not buying that, sweetheart.” He straightened, pulling back from her slightly, a knowing look on his face.

“You may have everyone else fooled, but I know you better than that,” he continued, bending over her again to murmur in her ear. “And you know me. So you know how far I'm ready to take this, sweetheart.” And then he dragged his knife down the centre of her suit, ripping it in half. She gasped, horrified: how the hell was she supposed to get home now? With her breasts flying all over the place?! Ugh! He was so infuriating! She definitely wasn't going to give into him now.

“Jason!” she hissed, curling into herself to try to shield some of her exposed chest. “What the freakin’ hell?! I only thought of the damn idea the day before! When I asked you to help me!”

He pulled his eyes up from where they had been running all over her breasts, her perky little tits so round and soft in front of him. “The day before was just a reminder, sweetheart: you'd already asked me a few days before that.”

He leaned over her, grabbing her wrists and holding them in place by her sides, his hard chest pressing against her soft flesh. His lips were so close to hers, his sparkling green eyes darkening with desire as they trailed over her face. “So you must have been planning it for at least as long.”

His voice was low when he spoke, gruff and throaty, and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the feeling, her body shaking against his as he continued to hold her down. He smirked at her, pleased.

“You're right,” she agreed, making herself look as guilty as possible. “It was when I first asked you, the week before. I just … got so carried away that I forgot. That's all.” Liar. Of course he'd hacked into her social media accounts and found all those salacious fanfiction stories she’d been reading - and about him, no less! Tying up the Red Hood and teasing him until he was begging for you, pleading with you to let him touch and taste you. He'd felt his body heat up as he'd skimmed through the words, his core tightening at the thought of his sweet little girlfriend indulging in such naughty fantasies. About him! But she knew he'd never have agreed to letting her tie him up and torture him like that, so she must have come up with some sort of plan to trick him into giving himself over to her. He huffed at the memory of him pleading with her, his words becoming slurred as she pushed him to the edge of his pleasure and then left him hanging. He was going to get his revenge tonight and, oh, would it be sweet.

“Baby,” he began gently, brushing his lips softly against hers. She sighed at the feeling and tilted her head back, her eyelids fluttering shut as she waited for him to kiss her. “How dumb do you think I am?”

Her eyes flew open again as he straightened and shoved his knife back in his pocket. He sighed as he looked back up at her again, shaking his head with disappointment.

“Has no one ever told you how obvious your tells are?” he informed her, leaning over her again, one hand reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Honestly, I'm surprised you've managed to keep your identity a secret for this long.”

He flashed her a crooked grin, the one that made her stomach start flipping over and her heart start fluttering like crazy. “Good thing you've got your big, strong boyfriend to protect you, hmm?”

He bent over to brush his lips along her cheek, then nipped at her ear before trailing his mouth down her neck. He was insane, her boyfriend was actually insane. She pulled at her restraints, the metal rattling with her desperate attempts to break free.

“Jason! What the hell!” she scolded him, furious now. She'd probably need someone else to protect her from her big, strong boyfriend at this rate! He nibbled on the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder, then pulled back to admire her, his tongue running across his lips at the sight of her exposed breasts. He bent over to press his lips to them, licking and sucking on them gently, soft moans escaping from his mouth as he played with each of her breasts in turn. Shit, he was good.

“Tell me how long you were planning it,” he mumbled, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it hard before letting it go. She shuddered at the feeling and he straightened to grin at her, his fingers replacing his mouth to continue teasing her already stiff peaks. She bit down on her lip and shook her head, not wanting to reward him for his audacity. He shrugged at her lack of response and lowered his mouth back to her breasts, his tongue circling her nipple slowly before he pulled on it again.

“If that's how you want to play.” She felt his teeth graze her skin as he repeated the words she'd used on him, his lips twisting into a grin at his cleverness. Then he moved his mouth to her neck, his fingers drifting dangerously low down her torso.

“J-Jason …” she breathed, wriggling around and curling her back to stop him from plunging his fingers into her underwear and- Shiiiiiiiiiit. She whimpered as he dragged his long fingers through her folds, stroking and scissoring her in just the way he knew she liked. “Shit, Jay.”

He smirked at her sudden helplessness, her head flopping over as he continued to play with her. She sucked a breath as he circled his fingers around her entrance, coating them in the c*m already dripping out of her, then let out a sigh of relief when he plunged them into her, poking and prodding at her favourite spot.

“Jay,” she whined, looking up at him with her pretty eyes and her lush lips. “Please, baby? I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you … I'll give you everything … you need from me …” Jason gripped her chin in hand, smirking at the glazed look in her eyes as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Already? I thought I taught you better than that,” he chastised her softly, brushing his thumb along her lips. He curled his fingers against her walls, then pulled them out of her entirely, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. X let out a frustrated squeak of disappointment at the sudden absence of him, then stomped her foot on the ground as she huffed in irritation.

“Jason Peter Todd!” she exclaimed, glaring at him in a way that was too adorable for him to take seriously. “You … I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you, Jason. I'm gonna …” Her eyes fell to his centre, to the part of him that she wa so desperately craving for right now, her poor little p*ssy throbbing with desire for him.

“I'm gonna f*ck you,” she continued, her body heating up again at the thought. “I'm gonna pin you down and cuff you to your bed and then have sex with you over and over again until I say we're done.” The railing rattled again as she pulled against her handcuffs and Jason grinned at the very thought. He grabbed her chin again and stepped all the way up to her so that she was forced to tilt her head back to look up at him. Then he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’d like to see you try, princess.” He flicked her chin and she gritted her teeth as her head fell forward, her stomach flipping over at the look he’d given her. Ugh! Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?! She twisted her body around, struggling to hide her exposed chest from him, but he grabbed onto her hips and held her in position. He brought his mouth to her neck and nudged her head back so he had more room to brush his lips down her throat. He groaned against her skin and nipped at her collarbone, then got down on his knees before her. She yelped as he pulled her pants down to her ankles. He grinned up at her naughtily and held her gaze as he spread her legs apart. She widened her eyes and shook her head at him, pressing her lips together to muffle the groan that fell from them when he pressed his lips to her folds and licked a line up her centre.

“Hmm,” she whined, keeping her jaw screwed shut as he pressed soft kisses to her folds. Shiiiiit, he was good. He chuckled against her as he pulled her folds into his mouth and dribbled his tongue along her length, and she felt her brain go numb at the feeling.

“... how long you were planning it. What else do you have planned for me?” She barely heard him speak through the haze of pleasure he was drowning her in, his lips and teeth grazing against her clit, his tongue flicking out occasionally to dip into her entrance.

“Huh? What?” she mumbled, hissing at the feeling of his tongue plunging into her and brushing against her walls. He groaned against her, delighting in the taste of her, and she shuddered at the vibrations running through her core. “Shit.” He continued rolling his tongue against her, pushing and stroking her until she was right at the edge, waiting to fall … Then he pulled out of her, snatching her orgasm away from her.

“Ah! Jay!” she whined, the tears starting to build behind her eyes as her body begged her for relief. He stood up and cupped her cheeks in his hands, pouting at her in amusement.

“Aww! Is my little Nightingale upset?” he teased her, using her vigilante name. “You wanted me to make you come, baby? Hmm?” She nodded pleadingly, a desperate look on her face, and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Then tell me what else you’ve been planning, sweetheart: I know all about your little pastime you’ve been hiding.”

Her eyes widened in alarm at his revelation, her lips parting with a gasp. “W-What … What are you talking about, Jay?”

“Your fanfics, sweetheart,” he elaborated, starting to undo his belt and pants. “What other ideas have they given you?” She gulped, her stomach roiling with nerves at how many of her dirty little secrets he’d discovered: sure, he was her boyfriend, but there were still some things she was entitled to her privacy about.

“Um, I … I …” she trailed off as he pulled his c*ck out of his pants, the tip red and swollen for her already. He tipped her chin up to his, bringing her attention back to his face.

“Eyes up here, princess,” he chuckled, bringing his c*ck to her p*ssy and dragging it along her soaked folds. She let out an extended whimper, her body shaking at the feeling of his tip tracing her clit. He grinned and slipped himself inside of her, then began thrusting himself into her nice and slow, his arms coming around her waist as his head fell against her shoulder. He groaned as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his tongue licking a path up her neck until he reached her ear and bit on it. He snickered as she let out another yelp, then moaned against her, his nails dragging along her back as he continued moving his hips against hers. “Mmm, shit, baby.”

She felt so good, her warm and wet walls pulling him in and squeezing him tight. And her breasts? Her soft breasts bouncing against his chest as he pumped himself in and out of her? He pulled back from her slightly so he could see her lovely, round tits, then he bent over to pull them into his mouth, a satisfied moan escaping his throat as he licked and sucked on her.

Oh, god. She couldn’t decide whether to focus on the feeling of his c*ck sliding in and out of her, or his balls pressing up against her ass as he lifted one of her legs to wrap it around his waist, or the way he arched her lower back so he could keep nibbling and sucking on her breasts like he was trying to eat her up. The metal rattled behind her as she writhed and squirmed against him, her bare ass pressing into the railing as he sped up his movements.

“Mmm, X,” he murmured, his teeth grazing her nipple as he grinned around her breast. He gave her a last hard suck, then straightened to look at her, his hips ceasing their thrusts unexpectedly. She panted heavily as she waited for his next question, her p*ssy dripping and pulsing around his c*ck desperately.

He gripped onto the railings, trying to focus his thoughts on anything other than the way her p*ssy was begging for him so sweetly. F*ck, he had to get this over with - he didn’t think he’d be able to hold on any longer, despite all of his bravado and swagger. “Tell me … what other ideas … you picked up from your stories.”

She inhaled a shaky breath, the feeling of his thick c*ck nestled inside of her distracting her from everything else. “Uh, um … There was … this one … roleplay thing … I wanted to try.”

She hung her head as she said it, her pretty eyes peeking up at him nervously from beneath her eyelashes as she waited for his response. F*ck, she was cute. But roleplay?! Shit.

“What kind of roleplay?” he asked her, intrigued. She bit her lip, her fingers curling around the railing as her p*ssy clenched around his c*ck again.

“Um, a Red Hood one?” she replied, her tone uncertain. “Where you … Where you kind of trick me? Into having sex with you while you’re still in your costume?” F*************ck. He had to stop her from reading those filthy stories, his sweet little girlfriend. He didn’t want her to get corrupted like that - that was his job. But shit. A roleplay? Where he took advantage of her while in his costume? F*ck - he wished he’d thought of that.

“You want me to trick you?” he asked her, brushing his lips and tongue along her neck. “You want me to f*ck you in my Red Hood costume? Is that what you want, princess?” He pulled her hips against his and began thrusting himself into her again, faster this time. She nodded dazedly, her head flopping over as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

“B-But … I want … to see your face … Jace,” she forced out, her stomach tightening in preparation for the contractions about to wrack it. “I want to kiss you.” He bit his lip at that, at how much she loved him, his lovely little girlfriend. Then he pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue in between them and kissing her hard as she pumped himself in and out of her.

“I’ll kiss you,” he growled in between kisses, holding her tight against him as she shuddered and shook in his arms. “I’ll kiss you … as much as you want me to … princess.” He bit her lip as she came, then lowered his head to her shoulder, groaning at the feeling of her clenching his d*ck. He held on a little longer, just until she was almost done having her pleasure, then he let himself go, releasing his load into her, his warm c*m dripping out of him and coating her walls. He stayed inside of her for a bit, letting her p*ssy keep him warm while he finally uncuffed her so she could wrap her arms around his neck and cling onto him. Then he slid himself out of her and picked up his jacket, wrapping her up in it and pulling her pants back up along the way.

“Now we can go home, sweetheart.” He grinned and lifted her up onto his hips, calling for his bike so he could just drive the both of them home.

“J-Jason …” X called to him softly, her chest still heaving with shallow breaths.

“Yes, princess?” he asked her, pulling out his grappling hook.

“Don't ever do that again,” she mumbled into his neck, thoroughly exhausted. “Or I'll steal all your clothes and make you run around Wayne Manor butt naked.”

He laughed at the thought, but knew she'd hold him to it if she really had to. It was one of the many reasons he'd fallen in love with her, after all.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

[petite-phthora]

It's a date :)

[DP x DC fic]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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The next day, Jason wakes up with a yawn. He stretches, letting out a relieved exhale. That was one of the best nights of sleep he’s had in a long time.

Usually, the Pit’s bothering him, combined with hours of patrolling and fighting crime, usually getting injured as well, he usually wakes up sore and almost just as exhausted as he goes to sleep.

But now…

It was calm. He felt calm.

He didn’t quite dream, though that was fine, as he hadn’t had any nightmares either.

It was… refreshing.

Though, all of it is also kind of… unnerving…

All these good things happening?

The Joker finally dying, meeting a cute guy who doesn’t seem intimidated by him as Red Hood and taking him out on a date, the Pit barely bothering him, sleeping better than he had in years…

With all of that happening, Jason can’t help but wonder…

When is the other shoe gonna drop?

His good mood slightly dampened with disconcertion, Jason gets out of bed with a small grunt. He doesn’t bother to get changed yet, instead moving along to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

After taking in the groceries he has left, Jason starts making some simple bacon and eggs. He catches himself humming while cooking and abruptly stops, continuing his cooking with a small frown on his face.

Why is he feeling this… this… good?

Just what is happening with the Pit?

He’s not enchanted or drugged or anything, is he?

It’s all the unknowns that are making Jason slightly worried.

Are his emotions still his own?

He feels like most of his worries have been stripped from his body. He feels way more comfortable in his skin. He feels happy, content, tranquil…

He just feels so much.

…

But still no rage.

He eats his breakfast while he ponders over his newfound emotional state. It’s as he eats that his eyes land on his phone.

The Bats have probably blown up his phone with calls and messages in the meantime.

And the fact that he doesn’t feel as irritated or mad as he should about it is another point of slight concern.

Either way. Ugh, Jason still doesn’t really want to deal with it.

However…

After he has put his plate away, he picks up his phone anyway and turns it back on. Sure enough, he has too many missed calls and unread messages. And it seems that with his ‘online’ status, some are encouraged again and start sending him more texts.

Jason ignores it all in favor of doing what he had planned to do when turning his phone back on anyway, messaging Danny.

Just so that he has Jason’s number as well

…

And perhaps to plan another date meetup, he thinks with an involuntary soft smile on his face.

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Private chat

RedHood: Hey, it's Red Hood. Just checking in and making sure you also have my number.

RedHood: In case of emergency, of course.

Danny: hi!! 👋😊

Danny: it’s Danny!! 😁                                     

Danny: which you already knew..

Danny: obviously 😅 😅

RedHood: I do now.

RedHood: Who knows, you could’ve given me the wrong number.

RedHood: It’s good to have the confirmation that it’s you :)

Danny: ahh yes!

Danny: good point 👉

RedHood: So, I was wondering if you had the time to meet again sometime this week?

RedHood: I can show you around the city, y’know? Like I mentioned yesterday? :)

Danny: !!!

Danny: yes!! 😁

Danny: that sounds like fun! ☺️ 🙃

Danny: and very useful 🤔

Danny: it’s good to know where not to go 😌

Danny: so I don’t kill another clown 🤡

Danny: haha

Danny: not that I’m like planning on killing another clown! 😰

Danny: no sir, there is no murder on this agenda!! 🙅 🙅

Danny: clowns or otherwise

RedHood: Haha, I didn’t think so.

RedHood: It was pretty clear to me it was self-defense anyway, don’t worry :)

RedHood: Even if it wasn’t, it was the Joker. So who, other than the Bat, cares?

RedHood: And it’s not like I can judge.

Danny: ah, good good

Danny: didn’t want my first impression to be being a murderer 😅 😅

Danny: that’d be bad 😓

RedHood: You don’t need to worry.

RedHood: You made a pretty good first impression in my opinion :)

RedHood: So, when are you free? For the meetup?

RedHood: I can come pick you up at your apartment again, if you want?

Danny: oh yeah that’d be nice!! 😊

Danny: and uhh, lemme check my school schedule real quick brb

Danny: alright, so I have classes till like 12.30 today

Danny: but I’m free from then on 🙃

Danny: minus like, time I need to eat lunch and stuff 😅 😅  

Danny: does that work for you?

Danny: I mean else I could probably do like thursday or something 🤔

Danny: if that works better??

RedHood: Today works just fine. And we can pick up some lunch on the way if need be. My treat :)

RedHood: I’ll come pick you up around 1 pm then?

Danny: it’s a date!! 😁

Danny: I mean sure, totally! it’s not a date!! 🙅 🙅

Danny: unless you want it to be a date?.. 👀

Danny: I mean did you mean for it to be a date?

Danny: is it a date? 🤔 🤔

Danny: I mean I don’t wanna assume 😅

Danny: and like

Danny: I wouldn’t mind if it was a date.. 👀

Danny: or if it wasn’t a date!!

Danny: wouldn’t mind that either, of course 😅  

Danny: I just wasn’t quite sure where we stood 😓 🥺

Danny: and what the context of the meetup was

Danny: ..?

Danny: Red Hood??

RedHood: It’s a date.

RedHood: ;)

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Jason goes offline and turns his phone back off, still pointedly ignoring all the unread messages and missed calls from the Bats. He slides it onto and across the table in front of him and proceeds to put his arms down in front of him, resting his face on them.

Soft smile still on his face and cheeks colored faintly pink, Jason closes his eyes.

It’s a date…

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One Bad Day....Jason's Death

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 8. Panic Attack, 12. Character Death, 23. Begging, 31. Crying, Alt. 13. Grief Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Batmom, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd Summary: Before Red Hood rescued her, before she was in prison, before she killed The Joker, Batmom experiences one of the most devastating losses of her life. Word Count: 5587 TW: Canon Character Death, Mentions of Torture, Brief Description of Injuries, Grief, Breakdown, Tears, Anger, Character Picks Up Reader Note: This is part of the One Bad Day.... series but can be read as a one-shot (though best to be read after Part 3)Part of @ailesswhumptober's whumptober event.

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It has been three days since you have heard from either Bruce or Jason and you are starting to get worried. Actually, you are way past worried—you are terrified. Something is wrong, you can feel it in your gut. A gnawing queasiness deep in your stomach that has you unable to eat or sleep while you wait for some sort of news.

Usually, you wouldn’t give this radio silence a second thought. While Bruce tries to send some sort of word as often as he can while out of town, it just isn’t always possible. Especially when he is away on this kind of work. Batman is a force of secrets and mystery. He can’t always risk finding a way to call his wife to tell her he is alright. 

You pull the blanket that is draped over your shoulders tighter around you and continue pacing. Alfred had placed it there a few ago, the last time he had come to check on you. When you had first begun to worry, the butler had remained by your side providing constant reassurance and support. But after a while, once it became clear you wanted to be alone, he retreated upstairs. Occasionally, he returned to the Batcave to bring you some food, water, or something to keep you warm, but otherwise, he had been keeping his distance. However, you know the second you call for him, he will instantly be there to get you whatever he possibly can. If only he could get you the one thing you truly wanted right now….

As if summoned by your silent wish, you suddenly hear the distant roar of a familiar engine growing louder by the second. Whirling around, a huge smile of relief on your face, you turn just in time to see the Batmobile burst into the cave and come to a stop in its usual spot. For the first time in days, you feel like you can breathe again as the driver-side door opens up and you catch a glimpse of Bruce, still in his Batman costume though he has removed his cowl and gloves.

Throwing your arms open wide as you approach the car, you exclaim, “There’s my boys!” Bruce doesn’t look at you as he climbs out of the Batmobile and walks slowly over to the passenger side. “I was just about to send out a search party. How was Ethiopia? Did you find–”

You stumble to a halt, your smile slipping from your face. An icy vice clamps down on your heart as you see Bruce lift something out of the Batmobile: a small limp figure wrapped in a torn yellow cape that reveals small glimpses of the red suit underneath through the holes and tears. Though the cape is also draped across the person’s face, you know immediately who is under it.

“No….” you gasp as your blanket slips from your shoulders to pool at your feet. “No, no, Bruce, no. Please, no.” 

As you wait for Bruce’s response, you cling to that last fragile shred of hope that it’s not what you think, that maybe he’s just hurt under there or sleeping or…or…….

But as your husband silently walks past you and lays the body on one of the nearby tables, the drawn, pained expression on his face coupled with the tender care he takes carefully arranging it is the final confirmation you need. 

Dropping to your knees, you let out an almost inhuman wail as the truth of the situation slams into you like a nuclear blast. Your baby’s gone. Jason is dead. And you have lost yet another child. 

You collapse forward, your forehead pressing hard against the cold cave floor as another wail tears through your chest. No. It can’t be true. Jason has to be alive. He has to be. Oh please, God, please don’t tell me you’ve taken my baby from me. Not again. Please.

As you continue to sob—worldless howls of grief and pain—you feel Bruce drape himself over you as if trying to shield you from this agony….but it’s too late. The damage has already been done and you have been irreparably broken.

In what seems like hours later, once you have exhausted yourself to the point you no longer have the energy or tears left to cry, Bruce sits back and pulls you carefully into his lap. As you lay curled in his arms with your head resting on his chest, you can feel his heart beating beneath you—so strong and steady—and it hits you that you will never again feel Jason’s heartbeat or hear him take a breath. All of those little signs of life you take for granted are just gone…and so is he.

Lifting your head to gaze up at your husband, you force your words through your aching throat, torn raw from all your screaming, and you ask, “What happened?” 

“The Joker,” Bruce says as he brushes a tear off your cheek. “He used Jason’s birthmother to lure him in, then he placed both of them in a warehouse that was rigged to explode. I arrived just as the bomb went off. I….I was too late to save him.”

The sound of Bruce’s voice breaking and the tears in his voice sends another jolt of pain into your heart and you nuzzle your head into his neck as you squeeze his hand. He silently squeezes back and you have to stifle a groan as you feel the bones in your hand shift and crack in his grasp, but you don’t say anything. You just let him continue to squeeze your hand long after the point it turns numb. 

You haven’t seen Bruce fall apart since the two of you lost the baby. Regardless of what heartbreaks or fights had come your way in the years since, Bruce had remained calm and stoic through it all. It’s just who he was. He was your rock, your lifeline in the roughest of waters, your source of comfort when you needed it the most—so the sight of him breaking adds another layer of grief to your own.

When he finally loosens his grip and you can tell he has regained some of his composure, you whisper, “Did he…. Did he hurt him before…?”

Bruce hesitates for a moment before murmuring, “You don’t need to know the details.” 

Which means yes. The Joker had probably tortured and beaten your baby bloody before blowing him up. Another sob threatens to tear from your lips, but you manage to quell it so it is just a whine deep in your throat. You had cried enough for the moment. Right now, you need answers and to come up with a plan. But first…you need something else.

Untangling yourself from Bruce’s arms, you unsteadily get to your feet and begin walking over to the table. Bruce leaps up when he sees what you are doing and he gently grabs your shoulders blocking your path. “Don’t. Sweetheart, just…just don’t. Trust me.”

“Let me go. I need to see him.”

You try to shrug him off but he holds you firmly in place. “No. You don’t. Don’t let that be the last image you have of him—I wish it wasn’t mine. He’s gone and seeing him like that won’t bring him back. So, I’m begging you, don’t.”

“Get out of my way, Bruce,” you growl as you glare up at your husband. “I need to see our son. I need to see what that monster did to him.”

For a moment, you aren’t sure what Bruce is going to do. His eyes flit across your face, trying to find the slightest hesitation he can grasp onto. But when he doesn’t find any, he sighs and slowly lowers his hands as he bows his head and whispers, “Please…Don’t look.”

But you have already pushed past him before he finishes his sentence.

You approach the table with a determined stride, yet you hesitate once you reach it. Jason was always a slight kid, even verging on scrawny, but he had never seemed smaller or more vulnerable than as your hand hovers over the cape still draped over him. Even that first night Bruce brought him home to you, he had so much fire and spirit in his little twelve-year-old body that his presence filled the room. Now, three years later, that fire and spirit had been extinguished and it hits you all over again how young he truly was—how young he would always be.

You feel Bruce come to stand just behind you but he doesn’t say a word. He has tried his best to stop you so now all he can do is wait for you to live with your decision and be there for the aftermath. Knowing he is right there for you gives you a renewed sense of strength and as you take a deep breath, you pull back the cape to look at your son. 

Bruce was right. You shouldn’t have looked.

Some of the damage you are expecting based on what Bruce told you. Burns litter Jay’s face and neck as well as his hands. In some places, they are light, almost invisible unless the light catches them just so. However, in other spots, the burns are so severe you can almost see down to the bone. His hands are the worst, so charred and blackened that you fear touching them despite the longing in your chest to hold his hand once more in yours. Looking at the burn patterns, it seems heartbreakingly clear that Jason had tried to protect himself from the blast by throwing his hands in front of his face…he had seen it coming.

Yet as horrible as that realization is, far worse is the damage you weren’t expecting to see on your son.

Beneath the burns and debris from the bomb, Jason’s body is broken, bruised, and bloody in ways that an explosion couldn’t have caused. One arm and leg jut out at odd angles and there are dark bruises all over his face, neck, and the parts of his torso you can see through his ruined suit. One eye is swollen and black, his nose is bent sharply to one side, and his lip is split open wide. You have seen enough blunt-force trauma up close and personal to understand what had to have caused all of this. 

Casting one last longing look at your son, you turn to face Bruce. You are visibly shaking, and when you speak, your voice is dripping with venomous fury, “Where is he?”

“Clark is tracking him down and he’ll alert me the second he finds him.”

“And then?” Bruce glances away, unable to look at you. Disbelief washes over you and you step closer to your husband. “Bruce, don’t tell me you are thinking of letting him live.”

“It’s not our place to–”

“He killed our son!” you hiss as you point to the body of the child you both loved. “Jason is—Jason is dead because of that maniac! We can’t let The Joker get away with this!”

“We won’t.” Bruce takes your face between his hands and bends over so his forehead is almost touching yours. “I swear to you, we will find him and throw him back into Arkham where he belongs.”

Wrenching from his grasp in disgust, you snarl, “For how long? A few weeks? A month if we’re lucky? Then he’ll just find another way to escape like he always does and he’ll hurt more innocent people, more people we love. How can you not see that this has to end? That it should have ended years ago.”

“My heart—” Bruce tries to take your hand but once again you snatch it away from him. “I know you don’t always agree with it, but we have a code. A code you agreed to follow when you joined me. And that code means that no matter what The Joker or anyone else does, We. Don’t. Kill. Otherwise, what makes us any better than them?”

“Maybe I don’t care about being better than them anymore. We’ve done things by the book, followed your rules, and where has that left us? Two dead children and a third who barely survived being shot. And you still talk about trusting the same system that allowed it to happen in the first place. Well, who’s next, Bruce? Who will be the next victim in your moral war? Alfred? Dick?....Me? Whose death will it take for you to realize that this won’t end unless we make it end?”

Bruce stares at you as if he is looking at a stranger and not his wife of ten years. Shaking his head slightly, he says, “I understand you’re hurting right now and you’re not thinking clearly. But once some time has passed and the feelings aren’t as raw, you’ll—”

“I’ll what? Forget my son is dead?” you snap.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well, what did you mean? Give it time and things will just go back to normal? That this pain will fade and I won’t care that my son was murdered?”

“Our son.”

“What?”

“Our son,” Bruce says. His voice has a sharp edge to it that momentarily takes you aback. “You keep saying ‘my son’ like you’re the only one who lost him. I know what you and Jay had was special but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love him too, or that I’m not in agony right now. I had to watch, helplessly, as that warehouse exploded knowing I was too late to save him. Then, I dug with my bare hands for almost an hour through the wreckage praying for a miracle only to find—” Bruce presses his hand over his eye as he takes a long, slow, shaking inhale then continues “And then I had to fly home watching vigil over our son’s body, all the while dreading this moment. Knowing I was coming home to shatter the woman I love. But the only thing that made that thought bearable was knowing we could mourn together and lean on each other for comfort. Yet all you can focus on is revenge and murder!”

“No, Bruce. I’m focusing on keeping the family I still have safe. I’m focusing on protecting this city just as you swore to do. I’m focusing on ending terror and chaos in the streets. And if that means one psychotic clown has to die to make that happen, then so be it.”

“We do not cross that line. Ever. No matter who we think deserves it. That’s just how things have to be.”

“Don’t you get it! Jason would still be alive if you had just—” All of your fury evaporates instantly and you inhale sharply as you realize what you were about to blurt out. Bruce’s expression hardens into a stone-cold mask usually reserved for the most lowsome of criminals and, stumbling back, you stutter, “I-I mean…I—”

“If I had what? Say it. Say it!” Now it is your turn to not meet his eye yet he pushes on. “You were going to say that if I had just killed The Joker years ago, Jason would still be alive!”

“I didn’t mean it. It just slipped out,” you whisper. “I know this isn’t your fault, Bruce. You told him not to go but I encouraged him to do what he thought he had to do. That I would support whatever decision he made.” Your voice cracks as you choke out, “I sent our baby off to his death, not you.”

It is the thought that has been nagging at the back of your head since you saw Bruce lift Jason’s body from the Batmobile. The unbearable truth you’ve been unable to face. Bruce had known something felt off about the situation and he insisted Jason stayed home. But when Jason came to you saying he had found his birthmother and needed to go see her, you put your foot down and forced Bruce to take him. If you had just listened to Bruce, if you had just really examined the facts instead of wanting to show Jason you were supportive, your son would still be alive.

Suddenly, it felt like the walls of the Batcave were closing in on you and you couldn’t catch your breath. Stumbling back a few steps, you say, “I-I can’t do this. I have to get out of here.”

The anger in Bruce’s face disappears as quickly as it appeared. He reaches out to you with a soft, “Sweetheart—” but you continue to back away.

“No. No, I need to go. I-I need to be alone.”

Bruce nods slowly. “Alright. That’s okay. Why don’t you go take a long shower and lay down and I’ll take care of things down here. I’ll come check on you when I’m done.”

You nod back and hurry over to the stairs leading up to the manor. But just as you begin to climb them, you pause and mumble, “I’ll be in Jay’s room.” then flee up the stairs before Bruce can stop you.

Once back in the manor, you move in an almost trancelike state towards the bedrooms. As you pass the kitchen, you hear a soft sniffling and you realize Alfred must have come down into the Batcave at some point and seen what happened. You have been so preoccupied with your own grief, you completely forgot about the butler who loved Jason almost as much as you and Bruce did. 

Part of you wants to go back and join him. After all, Alfred always knows how to fix anything and everything and maybe, somehow, he can fix this too. Yet as much as it pains you to admit, there are just some things even Alfred Pennyworth can’t do. So you continue walking.

When you reach Jason’s room, you don’t even pause before opening the door and shuffling in. In one fluid movement, you collapse onto your son’s bed and roll over, dragging his comforter with you until you are cocooned beneath the blanket. 

It seems impossible that just three nights ago you were sitting on this very bed with Jason next to you as he told you about how he had been tracking down his birthmother. He had been so scared to tell you for fear he would hurt your feelings. But you had just gathered him into your arms and pressed your lips into his hair as you promised him you would always be his “Ma” regardless of what happened on his search. That you would always love him….

Tears you did not think you could still cry began slipping silently down your cheeks. What would you have done differently if you had known that was the last time you would see your son? What else would you have said to make him understand how much he meant to you? How he had saved you from your grief once before and how you still needed him now?

You bury your face deeper into his pillow as you finally allow yourself to ask the question that you know will haunt you the rest of your life:

Could I have saved you if I had been there?

For the next twelve days, little changes. The only time you leave Jason’s bed is to go to the bathroom, but otherwise, you lay curled in the center of his bed wrapped in his blankets and staring at his wall. Bruce and Alfred take turns coming to check on you several times a day, usually bringing food or drinks and trying their best to coax you into consuming something. You take a little nibble here and there or take a few sips of water, but it isn’t long before you return to your near catatonic state. 

Even when Dick arrives a few days after you learned of Jason’s death, it doesn’t make much of a difference. You do allow him to climb into the bed with you where you wrap him in a bone-crushing embrace, afraid if you let go you’ll lose him just like your other children. But eventually, he has to leave and you resume your solitary existence.

On day seven, Bruce slips into bed behind you and wraps his arms around you. For a long time, the two of you just lay there in silence. Then, softly, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, “Please, sweetheart, please come back to me. I know you’re hurting. So am I. But I just lost Jason and I can’t….I can’t lose you too. Please, let me in. Let us help each other through this….Together.”

You know he’s right, and it kills you to know you are only adding to his heartbreak, but you just don’t have the strength or the will to be what he needs right now. So, you remain motionless in his embrace, your eyes never shifting their unseeing stare at the wall.

Eventually, Bruce accepts nothing is going to change. Pressing his lips to the nape of your neck, he whispers, “I love you. Please never forget that. And I’ll be waiting, as soon as you’re ready.” Then he slips from the bed and you are alone once more.

The next major change in your routine comes exactly two weeks after Jason’s death when Bruce and Alfred walk into Jason’s room holding a simple black dress. Silently, you allow them to put it on you before they lead you downstairs where Dick is waiting with the car. No one has to tell you where you are going. You already know.

For the short drive, Bruce sits next to you in the backseat, holding your hand tightly as he presses his lips against your temple with whispers of encouragement and love. You squeeze his hand back but make no other acknowledgment of his presence or support. You catch Dick glancing back at you in the rearview mirror a few times, concern etched on his face, and you wonder what he sees when he looks at you. That thought makes you withdraw even further into yourself in shame.

As Alfred pulls to a stop, you make no move to exit the car. Alfred and Dick both glance at Bruce for some sort of guidance as to how to proceed, and he motions for them to get out. Once you are alone, Bruce pulls you into his arms. “If I could spare you from this, you know I would. But we have to make some sort of public show or it’s going to look suspicious. And people are already asking questions. But I promise, the second we’re done, I’ll take you back up to the house. Okay?”

You nod, knowing he is right however much you despise it, and he smiles softly. Placing his finger under your chin so he can tilt your head back, Bruce kisses your forehead as he whispers, “That’s my girl.”

Then sliding his hand into yours, he opens his car door and steps out before helping you out. Immediately you are met with flashing lights and the whirring click of hundreds of cameras all pointed in your direction. You try to ignore them as Bruce leads you down the path lined with photographers and reporters, your face a blank mask void of any emotion. 

But that mask becomes harder to maintain as you hear the slight tittering of whispers passing through the crowd. And though you have over a decade of experience being the subject of Gotham’s rumor mill to get used to the kinds of things people say about you, these reach a new level of cruelty: 

“Look at the heartless whore. Can’t even spare a single tear for that poor boy Bruce so kindly took in.”

“I heard she didn’t even want to come today but Bruce insisted. Can you imagine? He deserves so much better.”

“She wasn’t even there when he died. Bruce planned a family trip overseas and she refused to go. She would rather stay here to be waited on hand and foot by that butler of theirs than spend time with her supposed family.”

“I bet she had something to do with the boy’s death. Probably didn’t want to share the Wayne fortune with anyone else. Bruce and the older boy should watch their backs. They could be next.”

You remember a time when you would have gone off on these people. Snapped back about how they didn’t know anything about you or your relationship with your family. Caused such a scene Bruce would have had to sheepishly drag you away while his face glowed bright red. But not today. Today all you want to do is curl up in a ball in front of them as you sob, asking how they can be so cruel or heartless to not see your pain or the devastation at your loss. How they could come here—here of all places—just to add to your suffering.

But you don’t. Instead, you allow Bruce to continue leading you forward until you stop in front of the freshly dug grave with the casket placed beside it.

Bruce (well, probably Alfred) had worked out all the details while you were locked in Jason’s room. A plot had been selected in the small graveyard on the edge of the Wayne estate, right next to where Bruce’s parents were buried. The casket is closed so you can’t see how they dressed Jay, but Bruce had promised you in the car that he tucked Jason’s Robin mask into his pocket like you asked. It was the only input you had given on the whole ceremony but it did make you feel a little better knowing he had it with him. 

To the world, this may just be the funeral of Jason Todd, but in reality, today you are burying two people, and you wanted to honor that.

Dick comes to stand next to you so you are sandwiched between him and Bruce. Though you don’t as much as glance in his direction, you are grateful to have your remaining son beside you. It is a calming reminder that not everyone has been taken from you. At least…not yet. 

As the ceremony starts, you hold your head high and stare straight ahead. It is harder than you thought, the weight of a hundred eyes boring into the back of your head, but you manage to remain calm and composed throughout the sermon.

It isn’t until they begin lowering the casket into the ground that everything goes wrong.

Unable to take your eyes off of the box containing your son as it disappears into the dirt, your body begins trembling violently as your knees give out underneath you. Luckily, Bruce catches you before you hit the ground but his touch does little to ease your trembling. 

Still staring at the casket, you begin repeating, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” 

Bruce pulls you tight against his chest, allowing you to bury your face into his jacket to muffle to sound. You claw desperately at the back of his suit, your chanting becoming more frenzied by the moment despite no longer looking at the grave. It’s just too much. All of it’s too much. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” 

Mercifully, Bruce gently lifts you into his arms and carries you back to the car. You cling tightly to him, your arms around his neck, even as you continue shaking and babbling, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”

“Shhh….” Bruce coos gently. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You did so good. I know he’d be proud of you, just like I am. But it’s over now, and I’m taking you back to the manor just like I promised. It’s going to be okay.”

You nod into his neck as you finally manage to quiet down some. The words are still swirling in your head but at least they are no longer spewing from your lips. You thought you were stronger than this. You thought you could at least hold it together for an hour for your family’s sake, but you were so wrong. 

Even though it had been a closed casket funeral, knowing Jay was in there, seeing it disappear into the ground forever…it finalized everything in a way you hadn’t felt yet. All those days laying in Jason’s room, numb and disconnected from the world, you had distanced yourself from the reality of the truth. But there was no escaping it now. Jason was gone and there was nothing you could do to change that.

When you reach the manor, Bruce once again lifts you into his arms though you half-heartedly tell him you can walk on your own yet part of you is glad when he ignores you and continues to carry you up the stairs. You are somewhat surprised when Bruce returns you to Jason’s room without even asking. For some reason, you had assumed he would try to take you to the master bedroom to be with him.

You expect him to climb into bed or kneel down beside it, but once again he shocks you as he simply turns and walks to the door. He only pauses a moment to say, “I had Alfred put a fresh change of pajamas on the dresser.” Then he walks out and closes the door behind him.

You aren’t sure what to think about this. Has Bruce finally given up trying to reach you? Was he more embarrassed about your behavior at the funeral than he admitted? Or has he finally accepted you need time alone to deal with your loss? 

Still pondering his behavior, you climb out of bed and slip off the black dress you are wearing. Tossing it to the side, you walk over to the dresser to look for the clothes Bruce mentioned. The sooner you get them on, the sooner you can return to your blanket cocoon and lose yourself to your fog of grief once more. 

But as you spy the pajamas and you reach for them, your eyes land on something on the wall. Despite the fact today is May 11, Jason’s calendar is still turned to April. Since he left for Ethiopia on April 25th and was killed on the 27th, he never got the chance to change it. He would never know which classical author’s picture had been selected for May. Instead, Jason ran out of time and now it will forever be stuck on William Shakespeare.

Time….If only you had more time….

Three and a half years. That’s all the time you had with your son. It seems insane that someone who was in your life for such a short amount of time could leave such an impact on you, but there is no denying it. You know deep in your soul that you could not have loved Jason more if you had given birth to him or known him since the day he was born. He is your son just as much as Dick is, as much as the baby you had lost is, and now he’s gone too.

And it’s all because of The Joker.

For the first time since you had crawled into Jason’s room that first night, something besides sorrow stirs in your gut. The red-hot burn of vengeance that you have let your grief extinguish suddenly flares to life in your veins and your hands clench tightly on the edge of the dresser. 

Memories begin flashing through your mind: Sitting next to the bed, begging God to save an 18-year-old Dick as he clung to life after being shot by The Joker while on patrol; Monitoring the Batcomputer in horror as The Joker released his laughing gas throughout the streets of Gotham; Listening to Lt. Gordon’s sobs as he told Bruce what The Joker had done to Barbara;  Watching Bruce lift Jason’s lifeless body out of the Batmobile as your heart shattered in your chest.

He is responsible for all this death and this pain, year after year after year. He is the reason other villains think they can get away with whatever deadly scheme they have up their sleeves. He is why Arkham Asylum has become a swinging door deterrent that no one fears. He is the one who killed your son.

And he’s not going to get away with it any longer. 

Every cell in your body knows what has to be done, yet you also know the consequences if you do it. Is stopping this lunatic really worth destroying what’s left of your family? Can you really give up everything to ensure no one else ever feels this pain you are feeling?

You think about if your places had been reversed and it had been you who had been killed instead and there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that Jason would have burned the world down if it meant stopping The Joker. And if that’s true, how could you do anything less for your son?

With a newfound purpose driving you and a clear goal in your sights, you flip the calendar to May and pin it in place. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stares back at you as you press your finger to May 27th; 16 days from now and exactly one month after Jason’s death. That will be the day. The day you do what you should have done long ago. The day you will kill The Joker.

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About You | Prologue | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers

A/N: I've never written for Jamie before so i hope I do him justice. Enjoy! :)

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The sound of the pen hitting the floor seemed to echo through the quiet room.

He stared passed the corner of his desk, your boss, assumably wondering if you intended to pick it up. But you didn’t, instead continuing to stare at him in complete shock, with a slight mix of horror.

“You can’t be serious.” 

Eyes raising back up to you, he leaned back in his chair. 

“I was never known to be a joker.”

You searched his expression as if waiting for the joke to appear in his eyes, but you knew that the truth was in his words. 

“You want me to do a whole piece on Richmond,” You said, more of a statement than a question. He tilted his head towards his shoulder.

“No,” He said simply. “I want you to do a piece on Jamie Tartt.”

Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as you shook your head. This was the last thing you had expected him to say when you were called into his office this evening, and it ended up being worse than you possibly imagined.

“I’ve made my opinion of him quite clear,” You reminded him. “To you and the readers-“

“Which is why this is the perfect scenario,” He cut you off. Leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands over his abdomen, he eyed you. “Crimm is gone. Lasso is gone. A Miss Keely Jones called and requested a piece on Richmond. Something more… personal. She said she wants to remind people of what the team is without Lasso. But I suggested that we make it about Tartt.” He shrugged. “And I had the perfect journalist in mind to write it.” You pointed a finger at him.

“Crimm’s gone because you fired him.” 

This time, his smile was strained. 

“You and I both know why I had to do that.” He had a warning in his tone, telling you to not go down this road with him again. 

You knew saying that wouldn’t really fix the predicament you were in. It just felt nice to argue, in the moment.

It had been a few years since you had joined The Independent as a pop culture journalist, and definitely not a sports writer. However, with Tartt’s exploits in the media, such as his stint on Lust Conquers All and his overall reputation as a complete arsehole, you had plenty of opportunity to write about him outside of the world of footie.

 And write about him, you did. 

Though you could count the amount of articles you had written about him on one hand over the course of two years, you had become known by fans solely based on your dislike of Tartt. The opinions by the readers was a mixed bag, but it had become clear that they enjoyed the squabble. 

“I can’t go from talking rubbish about him to doing a piece on him,” You retorted. 

“That there is why this is my most brilliant idea,” He said with no effort to hide his triumph. “The readers will fucking eat this up.” 

You stared at the corner of his desk. It was clear that nothing you said would get you out of this.

“So, what does this entail?” Your voice was monotonous, eyes still on the wooden corner. Despite your gaze not being on him, you could sense the arrogant smile on his face. 

“You’ll spend a week with the team,” He explained. “Two if you need more time. You’ll go to the next two matches. Interview with Jamie is a must, but maybe get the rest of the team if you can.” A press pass was slid across the table towards you. A defeated look crossed your face as you stared at it. 

“When do I start?”

When your gaze found him once more, he smiled at you with deep amusement. 

“Tomorrow.”

[snottertooder]

Why this red hood design is bad for Red hood as a character

My 2 cents on how this red hood design is harmful for his character and falls into the stereotypes that are put on him (aka Classism aka Angry Robin reckless Jason ) I will be looking at this from a logical stand point as an artist so if you like smth about this design power to you. A characters design is supposed to be both realistic AND fit the characater aesthetically which neither do here. (Ex: Superman wearing neon red undies is not realistic but it’s his trade mark)

1) Domino mask

Quick and easy, making the eyes of the Domino mask red instead of white intigates anger, literally screams “I see red” really drives home “pitmadness jason” “angry Robin jason”

2) Muscular Build

We see muscular builds in characters who are brawlers, who are more strong than smart, heros, crooks, henchmen,villains. Jason falls into none of those Categories, It makes him out to be more of a brawler type like the hulk rather than someone who uses weapons (or guns 🙃 like he should be)

I don’t see any point of him having muscles on his arms as he’s more like Nightwing, he trained like dick and fights similarly to him. I’ve seen people say he’s the least athletic Robin which? I’m just going to assume it’s because of this design choice of him having bigger muscles because Bigger = Slower.

The addition of the muscles also makes him look older which takes away the real tragedy of Jasons story which is that he’s so young, he died young, he fought Bruce at the age of 18. Making him look older takes away his “innocence” (aka the tragidy of his character). Basically Adding muscle isn’t beneficial for his skills set + paints a different picture of his character at first glance (he looks like a brawler rather than a duelists + he doesn’t look agile + he looks older)

3) Clothing

Bandages- he looks like a brawler, or a boxer type character, again focuses more on fighting red hood than his actual character: a planner “I’m 5 steps ahead of you” under the red hood Jason. It screams Reckless Jason who throws punches first asks questions later, and paints him in a different light (also they are SOOO UGLY with his gloves)

Vest- looks really cheap and thin, literally looks like something you would find at a Goodwill bins but drop immediately from the weird texture. Your telling me your a trust fund kid with a Billionaire daddy and a Mother figure who’s a princess but can’t get a proper vest?? Also the hood is soo on the nose, just because he’s called red hood doesn’t mean he needs that. Bring his helmet back.

Pants- it doesn’t look like it in the picture but 99.9% of the time they are drawn as sweatpants and sometimes they’re even adidas like he’s being sponsored to wear them. Again very cheap and he looks so goofy next to other hero’s who have proper gear on. It’s giving I woke up like this. Give him proper pants.

Symbol- this is more personal opinionated but I hate him having a symbol, the current one looks weird and what is that even supposed to be??? Why would he put that on his shirt?? It looks like a the Red heart on converses expect like possessed and angry (weird choice making the eyes look like that but okay….) I prefer him having no symbol at all, I genuinely think he’s popular enough to live off his red helmet alone, let it be his symbol, or a simple R like in three jokers (also nods to his Robin costume) but lowkey im grateful bc seeing the other options this was definitely the best……

Final synopsis: this design leans into the caricature Dc likes to put him in but also has some Fanon Jason todd mixed into it. He looks angry, stupid, and poor. looks nothing like who he is at core and strays soo far from his og design (again a brawler rather than a dualist) he looks lazy in it and it genuinely looks like he picked up his outfit at the nearest Walmart. I am not against seeing Jason in new costumes and played around with his design but when it strays so far and makes his character look completely different I don’t see the point of changing it in the first place.

Anyways save me Under the red hood Jason and Three jokers Jason 🙏.

[starlightstevie]

top gun fic recs

it’s been a while since i made one of these so thought i’d return with a bang! here’s a list of some absolutely incredible top gun fics - thank you to all the writers for sharing you amazing work with the rest of us! i’ll update this list with any new fics i find - happy reading! x

* is smut

*flyboy (series) by @kryptonitejelly summary: jake gets called back to topgun the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. he invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in san diego, fightertown usa, right?

*warning: do not engage by @clints-lucky-arrow summary: you hate hangman. really, you do... or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe.

*touch me, i’m sick by @ohcaptains summary: it’s always been easy to resist hangman’s charm - until one lonely night, when it becomes the hardest task you’ve ever had to complete.

*coveted facade by @inklore summary: hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

*soft by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman discovers he’s not as big and bad as he thinks he is.

the one piece by @siempre-bucky summary: jake had seen you in everything under the sun, but a single black one-piece swimsuit turns him absolutely feral.

*save a jet, ride a pilot by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman is cocky and arrogant and dumb and mean and also kind of a sex god, and you hate him.

*loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero summary: a fated pairing between you and your brother’s best friend.

*do not disturb by @callsign-valley summary: a late night caller comes to your hotel room door.

*please daddy? by @callsign-valley summary: hangman and his utter inability to keep his shit together when called daddy

the joker by @gogobootz1 summary: as the owner of the foremost bakery in fightertown, slight kitchen mishaps aren't uncommon for you. but when you have a big one, can penny and a certain naval aviator help you out?

*all in by @seasonsbloom summary: you make jake’s dreams come true.

*cowboy!jake by @seasonsbloom

*giving jake his birthday present by @seasonsbloom

*i know you want it, do-si-don’tcha by @theharddeck summary: you and hangman walk home in the rain after a night at a dance hall, and warm up back at the airbnb.

kiss in the rain by @hanluev summary: jake is very endearing when he’s half-asleep.

flyboy!jake protecting your head by @kryptonitejelly

*the last word by @sunlightmurdock summary: in which jake can’t let you have the last word.

cookie dough love by @royalmaybank summary: in which jake isn’t shy about his affections for you.

*who’s winning by @katcoquette summary: you run into jake on a night out with friends and decide to make the most out of the unexpected meet-up with another game, and this time, the rules are so simple, you don’t think either of you will be able to cheat.

stood up. picked up. by @lostdreamr-blog1 summary: when you get stood up on your date, a certain pilot is there to pick you up.

the only one for me by @saintlike78 summary: other women just don’t seem to care that you’re jake’s wife or the fact that you’re sitting right next to him whilst they flirt with him. 

sharing a bed with jake for the first time by @kryptonitejelly

*kiss your fingers by @sunderlust​ summary: sometimes the best way to shut you up is to fill your mouth.

*intoxicated by @hederasgarden​ summary: a drunken confession to your best friends leads to more than you expected.

can i buy you a drink? by @kryptonitejelly​ summary: we all know jake is possessive as shit but when he’s out with his girl and he’s like yeah baby get those free drinks.

sun-kissed by @ddejavvu​ summary: jake finds out why you go through a particular scent of candle so fast.

*easy lover by @hellsbarnes​ summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.

*veracious by @inklore​ summary: shower sex with hangman.

*fair game by @sunlightmurdock​ summary: bradley has been a shitty boyfriend. his girl isn’t happy. in jake’s eyes, that means she’s fair game.

*warm by @lt-bradshaw​ summary: jake is cool when he wants to be, and warm when you need him to be.

*never knew (that i could fall so hard) by @softspiderling​ summary: you and jake are friends. just friends.

parking spots and matcha lattes by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade a asshole whose head you want to rip off. meanwhile, jake seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop.​

*so, why do they call you rooster? by @sunlightmurdock summary: sizekinksizekinksizekink

*invisible string by @halfway-happyyy summary: rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable.

*you look hot when you cry by @pearliepeach summary: whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley

*dog fight by @sunlightmurdock summary: you and rooster had fling during your first time at top gun. it ended with you both swearing you never caught feelings and going zero contact. now, when you’re both called back to top gun, you spend two weeks denying your feelings until they all come rushing to the surface.

*do it right by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: bradley bradshaw’s presence in your life has ruined you for any other man. he’s set your expectations too high; he was raised right and he knows how to treat girls, he’s handsome and goofy and fun and kind, characteristics and qualities you haven’t been able to find in other guys.

*never have i ever by @katebishopsbow summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

*mutual masturbations by @dreamersparacosm summary: mutual masturbation (n): sexual activity in which two individuals stimulate each other's genitals at the same time for the purpose of sexual gratification.

*difficult by @bradshawsbitch summary: when bradley returned from deployment, or a mission, you would still overwhelm him with hugs, kisses and tears (because that you couldn’t quite seem to stop), uttering his name over and over again like a prayer against his warm skin. his name ghosting over his own lips, his cheeks, his neck - grounding him.

*size kink by @lovelybucky1 summary: to say you had a crush on bradley bradshaw would be an understatement. you were head-over-heels, embarrassingly, hopelessly in love with him, and you have been since freshman year.

enchanted by @feralforfrank summary: you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot.

*just the tip by @cherrycola27 summary: you weren't totally sure when you noticed it, but once you had, you couldn't stop noticing it. It's was all you could seem to focus on, the unconscious habit your boyfriend had everytime he was extremely focused.

*cum play by @lovelybucky1​ summary: rooster knows he’s a little bit fucked up. has known since he first discovered porno magazines and had internet access.

*dirty talk by @someplace-darker​ summary: bradley didn’t tell you he was coming home early when you sent him those nudes... that doesn’t seem fair.

wallflower series by @stranger-nightmare one | two | three summary: at another function hosted by the academy, you find bob being his usual wallflower self, sneaking off somewhere to be alone and away from the crow, but this time you decide to keep him company...

*look into your eyes by @constillatedchaos summary: you had been the one to suggest mirror sex, but bob was rolling with it insanely well.

bob + the garter toss at his wedding by @topguncortez

*i like cherry flavored things, not cherries by @pearliepeach summary: bob is highly skilled at using his tongue.

cobalt eyes and sweet smiles by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in which a certain shy, quiet wso catches your attention one night.

*tonight you belong to me by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: a surprise reunion has you and bob trying for something much earlier than anticipated. not that either one of you is complaining about it.

*it’s always the quiet ones by @princessphilly​ summary: you hadn’t had high hopes as you played wing woman.

*peppermint by @bobbyonboard​ summary: it’s 115 degrees in lemoore and the ac in bob’s truck is busted.

*full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain summary: you learn some surprising things about bob at the end of a date.

*misconceptions by @callsign-valley hangman x reader x rooster: jake discovers a pretty interesting twist in you and rooster’s relationship.

*night drive by @hederasgarden hangman x reader x rooster: your reunion with rooster gets interrupted by hangman.

*final girl by @clints-lucky-arrow​ hangman x reader x rooster: house-sitting in your aunt’s creepy mansion was unnerving at the best of times. it’s a good thing that you’re never scared—right?or: sometimes, your boyfriends’ antics are deliciously exasperating.”  

[starythewriter]

VINNIE HACKER X Y/N

JOKER X HARLEY QUINN MASQUERADE BALL

TW: rough sex.

KINKTOBER SPECIAL!

A/N: I do not know if I will contiune to make KINKTOBER stories for the reminder of October… if y’all really like this one then I might Aswell!

But trust me December will have a new special everyday!

you and vinnie had decided to go to a Halloween masquerade ball, you got ready dressing up as harley Quinn, while he dressed up as the joker.

once you were done you took some selfies, photos, and vinnie snapped you a photo…

he looked so fucking hot…

you started to think it all the things you would do to him while you were alone….

you put your phone down finishing your makeup.

you made sure to call up Jack Harlow, and urban. Jack was getting ready when you called.

urban picked up “hey my love… what’s up?”

Y/N: “urban… I have a question sir… what are you dressing up as for the masquerade ball?”

urban: “Batman… why?”

Y:N: “fun… sounds kinda hottt… I’ll be attending as harley quinn you know we should meet up… I wanna talk in person…”

you say clicking your tongue.

urban: “sounds perfect… let’s meet up by the entrance… since I’m coming with Jack and your coming with vinnie… signal to me and we’ll sneak off.”

he said with a smirk on his face.

you had such a bright smirk after that call… you were curios if Jack knew anything about your arrangement…

you finished up your pony tails and, headed towards the masquerade ball, you texted vinnie:

“hey Vincent… I’m headed to the masquerade ball”

“alright Y/N see you there. I’m going over Aswell.”

you quickly arrived you saw so many people, but urban, Jack and vinnie were yet to be there.

you went inside, coming across Jack…

who was dressed up as a vampire…

“hey Jack… how are you… you look fabulous…”

“I’m great Y/N… thank you… you look delicous”

you felt some sexual tension…

you grabbed a cup with red wine as a waiter passed by.

“thank you Jack… maybe I’ll let you have a taste…” rubbed your hand down his crotch to his knee….

you walked away graceful.

Jack Harlow’s POV: I saw Y/N’s beautiful harley Quinn costume… Y/N looked so hot, before Y/N walked off, they slid their hand down my crotch… I was so turned on… I kept my eye contact and felt… just entranced… I wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there… I saw Y/N walk towards vinnie…

I’m not sure what, Y/N was planning… but I couldn’t help but be intrigued even if I didn’t want to… I knew my soul was aching for Y/N.

Your POV:

you walked off seeing vinnie… but you saw urban too… urban was distracted so you rushed over to vinnie. you kissed him slowly… “fuck… Y/N… someones horny huh?”

“yes vin… I’ve been in a heat… glad to see you looking so hot”

“ you know… we could go into the bathrooms….”

“vin… *kiss* be patient… tonight is all about me… and you and the rest of them have to earn your time with me”

you giggled….

you surprised all 3, you wanted to let loose and just have fun tonight…

you walked off to urban, with your red wine almost finished… “hey urban… you look smoking hottt…”

you say Moaning at the end of your sentence…

“you look better… you know… I could use my strength to rip those fish nets off”

it was WAY, too early into the night for you to engage into any sexual fun…

but… “urban.. follow me”

you quickly led him,upstairs you slowly started to makeout with him… you didn’t give two fucks… you just needed someone.

URBAN’s POV: Y/N is… breath taking and just so sexy… I kept grinding up onto her… making her moan loudly… I was hoping that vinnie could hear… I was enjoying this so much…I feel like I can’t control myself when I’m around Y/N, slowly Y/N started to kiss my neck causing me to groan… I was so ready to start fucking her… but she grabbed my shoulders slowly grinding onto me… and have me a kiss before kneeling down…

“Y/N what are you doing?”

Y/N, didn’t answer… I let out a gigantic groan…. feeling Y/N, work my growing bulge with their mouth…

my pleasure was short lived as Y/N, stopped and left me with a kiss…

YOUR POV: you had some fun with urban, Jack and vinnie….

you kept walking around seeing cake auctions, all types of drinks.

you took some drinks and started to grove onto the dance floor having some fun…

you slowly made your way downstairs bumping back into vinnie…

“come here vinnie… let’s dance”

you both got into the 1st dance floor, dancing, grooving…

he spun you around…

you both were having the best time….

“Y/N…. your making me horny… let’s head over here”

he lead you into a room, their were low lights…

it was clearly gonna be used but you both didn’t care…

you slowly made out with vinnie…

his hands were all over your body… You knew he could be rough…but you wanted more…you felt yourself wanting more from him… you pulled away kissing him again… he pushed you on top of a table…your body was pressed against each other… he unbuttoned your shirt and ran his fingers along your stomach… he sucked on your breasts…

you moaned quietly…you could see the fire in his eyes… he wanted to take your clothes off but he wanted to do it slow…He moved down, slowly unbuttoning your pants… you could feel yourself hardening… you bit his lip asking him what he wants to do next… he smirked… “take it… I promise we can go slower…” you smiled at him… you unbuttoned his dress shirt pulling it off him, you kissed him deeply, his lips were moving against yours… he started to rub your clit through your underwear.

You moaned loudly as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm…you moaned softly against his lips trying to hold back… he kissed your neck and bit it… “fuck vinnie! I’m so close!” he kissed you and started to push your underwear down your legs…

you moaned louder… you felt your pussy starting to get wet… you reached behind you grabbing your panties off and tossing them aside…

you felt your pussy starting to drip.

you felt urbane…

you started kissing vinnie… you both were in sync, as you started to thrust into vinnie… He moaned as you hit him in just the right spot… you moaned louder, feeling the orgasm starting to build…

“VINCE!!! I AM SO CLOSE!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Vincent pulled out…

he was dripping with sweat… he was breathing heavily. He grabbed you and helped you up… you were both still panting heavily…… you both made out some more… slowly you both got redressed and spent the rest of the night together…

THE END!

[rainbow-nerdss]

Definition

Written for @augustwritingchallenge day 25 (Joker Prompt): Role Reversal Buddie, 2.8k Read on AO3

or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight

1: 

It starts on a night in December, after Buck tagged along with Eddie when he was bringing Chris to see Santa Claus. 

“You two have an adorable son,” the elf says to Buck, after Chris is done, refusing to say what he wished for but laughing when Eddie picks him up and carries him off.

Buck doesn’t correct her. She’s doing her job, and she’s being nice, and there’s no point in making the situation awkward by pointing out the mistake. 

He can’t blame her for making the assumption, either — they’re two adults, together. taking a kid out to see Santa. They’d been sitting pretty close together by the fountain, and Buck knows he’s been looking at Chris like a proud parent even though he’s not one.

It’s like a whiplash, though, going from talking to Eddie about Shannon’s place as Chris’s parent, her place in both of their lives, to someone assuming Buck is the one in that place. It makes him uncomfortable, but at the same time… there’s a longing there, for that to be true someday. Not with Eddie and Chris, but with someone.

He rejoins Eddie and Chris, and he doesn’t tell them, either. But he keeps that little mistake, and the warmth it sparked in his chest, and he holds onto it. 

He doesn’t know why, not for a long time, but that one little sentence sticks with him.

2: 

It’s years later, and Maddie’s just announced her pregnancy to the whole team. Eddie already knows, Buck’s excitement at the news making it impossible for him not to spill. They’re at a barbecue in Bobby and Athena’s back yard, and everyone toasts the happy couple.

Bobby turns to Buck, once the initial round of cheers and congratulations for the parents-to-be. “So you’re gonna be an uncle, huh? How’s it feeling?”

Eddie sips his beer, smiling to himself. Buck’s spoken about anything else since he heard the news, so Eddie’s pretty sure he knows the answer.

“Well, he’s already an uncle, right?” Ravi interrupts. Eddie frowns at him, and Buck looks as confused as he feels. 

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Ravi looks between the two of them. “I mean, not by blood, sure, but like…” He gestures over to Christopher, playing with Denny on the ipad.

Eddie feels himself grimace. Something about it strikes him as wrong. Buck’s an important part of Chris’s life, but uncle? He thinks of his own tíos, how they’d come to visit every now and again, spend most of the time talking to his parents and talking to him just long enough to establish how he was doing in school, and whether or not he had a girlfriend. 

He knows Buck won’t be like that with Maddie’s kid, but it still feels…. different.

Eddie doesn’t know how to respond to it, honestly. "Buck isn’t—that's not..." But what can he say? That's not how it is. That’s not enough to describe Buck’s importance in Chris’s life.

Eddie looks back at Buck, and sees matching confusion on his face. “Chris doesn’t call me his uncle,” he says, as though the idea has never even occurred to him. Eddie smiles at him, and Buck smiles back, and there’s a mutual understanding there.

Buck’s not Chris’s uncle. He’s… Well, he’s something else — something Eddie’s not quite ready to name yet, but there’s a piece of paper in a lawyer’s office to attest to it.

3: 

Chris is not feeling good. His head is spinning, his stomach churning, and he feels both hot and cold at the same time. 

“Your dad will be here soon, okay, honey?” Nurse Rodriguez tells him, after hanging up the phone. “You just sit tight and let me know if anything changes.”

He’s in the nurse’s office, staring bleary-eyed at the linoleum floor. The pattern swims around as his vision blurs, and he hugs the little basin Nurse Rodriguez had given him close, feeling more like he was gonna need it with every passing second.

“I’m here for Christopher Diaz?” 

He hears a familiar voice outside the room, and it makes him relax, just knowing he’ll be home soon, able to curl up in bed or on the couch, watch TV and be taken care of.

“Mr. Diaz!” Nurse Rodriguez says, in her overly-friendly voice, and Chris laughs, lurching his stomach and making him feel so much worse.

“Uh, I’m not… I’m Buck—Evan Buckley, I mean, I should be…?”

Nurse Rodriguez backtracks, apologizing. “Oh! I am so sorry, Mr. Buckley, I see you on the emergency contact list. If you’d just sign here?”

Chris loses track of the conversation outside, focusing instead on his breathing until Nurse Rodriguez comes back in and escorts him out to Buck. Buck wraps an arm around him and helps him out to the car, then sets him up with blankets and a bucket on the couch, and serves up chicken noodle soup when Chris is able to stomach food.

He lets Chris curl into his side to take a nap, warm and comfortable, like he’s a little kid again, and he stays there even after Chris goes to bed, even after his dad gets home and comes in to check on him.

4:

Buck knocks on Hen's door, and is immediately met with an armful of sleepy infant as she passes the baby over to him. He takes it in stride, adjusting her in his arms so she's comfortable and following Hen inside. 

"Everything okay?" He asks, once they're in the kitchen, surrounded by dirty mixing bowls and flour dusting every surface.

"There's a bake sale at the school tomorrow, and someone forgot to mention it until about an hour ago." She raises her voice on the word someone, pointedly glaring out to where Denny is doing his homework in the next room.

"I said I was sorry!" Denny calls back, and Hen grumbles but Buck can see there's no real resentment there.

"That's rough," Buck commiserates. "I take it we're not going to see that movie tonight, then?"

Hen shakes her head. "Sorry, man. I gotta take care of this. I do not trust Karen with baking supplies." Hen makes a face. "Granted, I'm also not spectacular at it but…"

Buck laughs. "I can help out," he offers. "I've got a great recipe for cupcakes?"

Hen makes a face. "Are you sure? You wouldn't know it, Buck, but those PTA moms are so picky about what you bring and whether it's good enough for their precious little babies—"

Buck snorts, gently settling the baby in her rocker. She fusses a little, but calms down after a moment or two. He gets the recipe up on his phone. "Oh, trust me—I know."

Hen looks confused, so he elaborates with an amused smile. "What, you think Eddie Diaz does all that stuff? I'll never forget the look on Carter's mom's face when my cookies outsold hers at the last bake sale at Chris's school." Buck chuckles to himself, then starts gathering ingredients. 

"Huh, I'm sorry. I guess I just assumed—I mean, he's got his aunt, and Carla…" Hen trails off with a shrug and falls into place next to Buck, reading the recipe and pointing him to the right cupboards to find what he needs.

"They do some, when we've got work or something, but…" Buck falters. He wants to say something like "That's different," or "They're not his parents," but... neither is Buck, is he? He remembers the elf from all those years ago, how he hadn't corrected her. The feeling of wanting that. 

At the time, he’d thought the want was just for a family of his own, a partner, a kid. Now, though… those lines aren’t as clear anymore.

"I like to help out," is all he says, and then switches on the mixer, effectively shutting off conversation.

5: 

Eddie's had a few drinks. Buck's at work, and Chris has been coerced into going with Pepa to visit Eddie's parents for the weekend. Eddie had been supposed to go too, but he doesn't feel too guilty about playing up his injuries as an excuse not to join them. He did feel slightly bad that his parents hadn't let them off the hook entirely, insisting on taking Chris off his hands.

Chris had dragged his feet about it, but Eddie knows he's stubborn enough to stay behind if he really wants to — he likes getting to see his older cousins, and while he doesn’t want to live with them, he does like visiting his grandparents, too — if only because they spoil him rotten.

Buck hadn't wanted to leave Eddie alone tonight, not after he'd been injured on the bridge — no more than a dislocated shoulder and a few bruised ribs in the end, nothing compared to Chimney, to Bobby even Hen, but it was enough to get him signed off work for a fortnight. Things had been sketchy for a few minutes there, and for a moment, Eddie had feared… but then there was Buck, opening the doors, pulling him out by one arm.

It hurts like a bitch, but he's fine. Still, when Buck insisted on calling in Carla to keep him company tonight, Eddie didn't point out that was exactly what Buck had been so against Maddie doing for him after the lightning. He doesn't mind the company, especially since he hates being home alone at night.

Besides, Carla doesn't treat him like an invalid. She brings a bottle of some fruity gin, and Eddie orders from the nice Thai place, and they just hang out, catching up on all of the grown-up stuff they rarely get to talk about when they’re busy discussing Chris.

Still, they're halfway through the gin when Carla brings it up. "Buck said he was scared he lost you for a second there."

Eddie shrugs, then winces. He's not sure how much of the wince is because it tugged at his shoulder, and how much is the reminder. "Honestly, for a second, I was worried too. But Buck got me out." Like he always does, Eddie doesn't say. He'd come so close to telling Buck, then. Telling him everything, how he felt for him.

"You know, this house is weird without Chris in it," Carla slurs her words, just as tipsy as he is.. For a moment, Eddie thinks the subject has been changed, until she continues. "If anything does happen to you, there's no way in hell I'm letting your parents drag Chris to Texas for good. I'm gonna fight to keep that boy here, and I know Buck'll do the same."

Eddie laughs, realizing that he hadn't told her about his will. He hadn't told anyone, really, other than Pepa, Abuela and Buck. He'd known at the time it was a big deal, that people might get the wrong impression if he told them.

Turns out, it would have been the right impression after all.

"That won't be necessary," he tells her, after draining his glass.

"I know, I know — you're fine, you aren't going anywhere anytime soon."

"No, that's —well, yes, that too, but also—" Eddie gets up, gestures for her glass too, then pours them both a fresh drink. "My folks wouldn't get Chris, if anything happens. I have a will, so…" he shrugs, sitting back down and sliding Carla's glass over. "Buck's gonna look after him. If I can't anymore. Prob'ly still have to fight, but it's on paper, it's… official."

Carla hums, watching him carefully. "And Buck knows this?" she asks.

Eddie nods. "Told him after… after the shooting."

The last time Buck took Eddie’s hand, pulling him from danger, dragging him to safety.

Carla sighs, shaking her head. She looks at him like she's seeing something new, like this is the last piece in a puzzle she's been working on for years. "Why haven't either of you made a move yet?"

Eddie chokes on his drink, and she pushes a dishcloth across the table for him to mop himself up. Once he's composed himself, he meets her eye.

"Honestly?" He asks. "I can't speak for Buck, but… I'm sort of starting to wonder the same thing."

+1:

Chris is honestly tired of everyone making assumptions about Buck's place in his life. It's been clear to Chris himself for a long time—probably longer than Buck himself has known. The problem is, they've never said it out loud.

That's going to change today.

A month ago, Chris got home from Texas to find his dad and Buck making out in the kitchen.

He'd run to wash out his eyes, but then they say him down,  and the three of them had talked it out together, and he's happy for them. Happy they’ve finally started being honest with themselves, with him, and with each other.

And now, it's Christopher's turn to do the same.

He's not as good as Buck at making pancakes, but he can do French toast pretty well, so he makes enough for the three of them and sets it on the table. It's a little overcooked, but he doesn't think they'll mind. 

Then he knocks on their bedroom door—because Buck may still be paying rent on his apartment for now, but he basically lives with them already. Chris likes that, likes having Buck around even more than before.

He disappears back to the kitchen before they can get to the door, calling them down when he hears Buck ask after him in a sleepy voice.

"Oh my god," his dad says, taking in the sight of the food on the table when both of them shuffle in. "This is… you made this yourself?"

"It's Father's Day, dad. I wanted to treat you."

Chris accepts the tearful hug with only minimal complaints, part of the gift.

Once they're both seated, he goes back to his room, returning with the real present.

"Carla helped with these," he explains, suddenly nervous. "I designed them, and then she sent them off to be made with the money from my allowance, um…"

Chris hands over the one on top first, putting it in front of his dad. Buck chews on his French toast, eyeing the package curiously while Eddie opens it.

Inside is a plaque, printed to look like a dictionary entry. It's cheesy as hell, but if Chris knows his dad, he'll eat it up. 

It reads:

Dad (n): a firefighter with a terrible sense of humor, someone who drinks too much coffee and spends too much time on his hair. See also: Father

Just as Chris predicted, Eddie's eyes grow wet, and he reaches out for another hug, which Chris indulges again.

"What's the other one?" Buck asks.

Chris takes a deep breath. This is it, he tells himself, and he hands the second package to Buck.

Buck looks at it, then up at Chris in confusion, waiting for him to nod before opening it with slow, careful movements — it's so unlike Buck, who always tears into the wrapping paper on his birthday presents, that Chris almost wants to laugh. He doesn't, though. This is serious, after all.

Buck stares down at the plaque, the same style as the first, with a different message.

This one reads:

Buck (n): A firefighter with a terrible sense of humor, the maker of the best pancakes, someone who knows way too many random facts. See also: Father.

"Chris…" Buck's voice is soft, and he looks to be at a loss for words, so Chris speaks instead. He practiced what he’s going to say here, to make his meaning absolutely clear.

"I know I only ever call you Buck," he says, "but that's just because calling both of you dad would be confusing, and pops is Bobby." Chris laughs, thinking of the time he'd spent on his own in his room, thinking of different words for dad he could call Buck, none of them fitting until he realized why. "But… Buck means the same thing as those other names to me, and it has ever since the pier. Since you saved me. You're my Buck. And I'm your son."

Chris is bright red by the end of his speech, he doesn't think he's said that much uninterrupted to his parents in a long time, and they're both just… staring at him.

Chris initiates the hug this time, throwing himself into Buck's arms. Later, he'll claim it was just so he didn't have to see the sappy looks on their faces, but he buries his face in Buck's shoulder, feels Buck's arms around his back, and he knows without a doubt that he's safe there.

His dad joins the hug too after a moment, sandwiching Chris in the middle in a way that should be uncomfortable, but Chris smiles to himself anyway.

The two plaques hang side by side on the wall of the living room, for everyone who visits to see, clearing up any and all confusion in the matter.

Buck is Christopher's dad, nothing more, and nothing less.

[rosinaparker]

hyunjin as the dc joker.... he's so fine, like imagine him kidnapping you.

or him killing a guy who tries to talk to you..

or him caring you over his shoulder cause you tried to get into a fight at the bar..

someone save me from my delusions..

(anon who sent in han as spiderman ;> )

Thanks for the request!! THE SPIDERMAN REQUEST WAS INSANEE🔥(rose)

Yoo thanks for the requestt I’m a newbie and I’m so glad you guys are enjoying our stuff! It’s crazy to me how you just came back for a second request! (Serina)

Menace to society

Genre: joker

Pairing: joker!hyunjin x f!Reader

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, violence, alcohol, suggestive, stalking,

Summary: after you broke up with your ex, the joker, he continuously stalks your every move. Tonight wasn’t any different.

It was a dark moody night, you felt like taking a break from work and all the stress you have been feeling. You decided to go to the bar.

After I ordered my martini, I quietly enjoyed the bitter sweet taste of it. Suddenly a drunken man walked up to you with no good intentions behind those eyes. “Hey there young lady, You look quite lonely. Need some company?” The guy says smirking at you and letting his eyes roam shamelessly. You sigh expecting one of those guys to show eventually. “Get lost.” You reply. “Whatever, you look like a slut anyway.” He spat shoving you away. Your eyes widen at that, immediately yelling at that dude. “What the fuck is your problem?!” You shove him back. He starts to shout at you calling you all kinds of words from A to Z. Your mouth drops. All you see is red. You want nothing more but to throw hands. You’re getting all riled up. Without a second thought you slap him across the face. There’s silence. You feel everyone’s eyes on you. It’s getting tense. The guy hesitates, but finally slaps you back. Suddenly a familiar face punches the guy across the face. You take a closer look and it’s your ex, Hyunjin. Everyone is silent and the guy is just terrified. Hyunjin roughly pulls him by the collar into the bathrooms. You stare in the direction they went to. He is your ex for a reason. He’s exactly what he looks like. A lunatic. He was too crazy for you so you broke up with him. There was a concerning silence. He came out and rushed towards you. Without a hesitation he picks you up caring you over his shoulder. You gasp terrified as he picks you up. For a second you freeze as he takes you wherever he wants. You start hitting and punching him screaming and yelling. He just smirks at you. You know he loves seeing you this way. After a little you got tired from panicking. He kept walking as you got more tired, your eyes slowly closing from all the stressful situations. You feel yourself slowly falling asleep as you try to fight falling asleep. Suddenly you get a rush as you hear a door opening. “Where are you taking me?!!” You shout. He places you onto a chair smirking as he covers your mouth. “Shhh..” he says smirking. You just stare back at him absolutely afraid. He covers your mouth with a fabric. You freeze staring at his every move. He then tries to tie you up but you start screaming and squirming. He gets angry at you and shoves you against the chair holding your shoulders and quickly tying you up. You squiggle and try to scream behind the fabric wrapped around your mouth. He smirks down at you as you angrily glare up at him. He leans down to you crouching slightly. “Why would you get in a fight, Hm?” He says teasing you and the fact that you can’t speak. You growl behind the fabric. He laughs. “It’s a pleasure seeing you all tied up infront of me. Oh the things I could do..” you glared at his face that was covered in makeup which was slightly smudged from the fight that happened in the bathroom. “Do you know how much I’ve stalked you? I’ve missed you..” he says staring down at you. You just glare up at him. Wanting to say so many stuff. You shake trying to make him understand you want to speak. “Want to speak?” He smirks. You glare up at him waiting. He laughs and unties you, letting you speak. What should you even ask? What happened? Why is he still in love with you? Why is his face like that? So many questions.. your head is bugging trying to choose which question to ask. “What’s with your face.” You ask letting your eyes roam on his face all over, catching in all details. “You’re being quite rude for a tied up person.” He says angrily with your attitude. “Answer my damn question.” You demand. He scoffs. “What will you do about it?.” He says glaring down at you getting closer. quickly you shut up, avoiding his gaze "you haven't changed darling" he caressed your cheek gently.. "Is my make up bothering you?" he asks, his voice sounding threatening, no answer. "Is that why you left me?" his grip tightened around your jaw "no, i left you because you're a fucking psychopath" i spat, immediately regretting it. "oh, talk back? you know i love that.." it doesn't matter how many times i leave him, he'll always come back..

-Serina˙ᵕ˙