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will jason be the one to finally get science experiment! to sleep for more than a couple hours??

Who knows 🤷‍♀️

It was a rough patrol for everyone. And they all appreciate the "chill" that permeated the cave. A sense of calm and relaxation that made the pressure and intensity of it all fall away a little easier.

You worked along side Alfred and Barbara. Assessing and seeing to injuries- thankfully nothing serious tonight. But. When it came to Jason? It was no coincidence they handed him to you. They all wanted to see what would happen. What he would do.

And... He practically rolled over and showed you his belly. Wanting, as far as they could tell, to make sure you weren't afraid.

"Nothing too bad," you murmur, chancing looking up at him.

"Yeah. I think my bike took the worst of it," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm not a very good mechanic, unfortunately," you admit. "Metal doesn't really have feelings."

"I'd be pretty jealous if you were kissing my bike better," he tried.

You halfway through cleaning the scrape on his thigh and blinked, "I-oh-I-I"

"You don't have to," he blurted quickly, feeling a jolt of alarm he recognized as not his own. "It was- it was- just a bad joke."

When you look down, focusing solely on his leg he winced. "Sorry, he mumbled. He'd really wanted to kiss your hands. But... It- well. He understood why you wouldn't want to kiss him.

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science experiment is my new favorite, dear lord it’s incredible

"We might have a problem, Alfie," Dick sing-songed as he leaned against the wall where Alfred was making sure the outdoor shenanigans that were serving as "training" today didn't get out of hand.

The butler glanced up to where Jason kept watching you, almost hovering near you. But trying to make it look like he wasn't. "So far as I'm concerned, it looks like the opposite of a problem."

"Maybe," Dick mused.

"How much did he see? Last night, I mean?"

"The aftermath," Dick sighed. "Mud, blood, tears, and snot."

"Oh dear," he tutted. "Master Bruce told me that he found Jason tending to the wounds on her hands and feet this morning. And that he seemed... almost like his old self."

Dick nodded to where you'd made your way over to Cass, the newest addition and offered to be on her "team". Cass wasn't a big talker- she could hardly speak at all- but. Thanks to your empathic quirk, neither of you really needed to talk to team up. And it hadn't taken Cass long to figure that out. OR to figure out that you were physically not very durable. Still. The smiles and the fist bump said it all. "Do we have extra hydration packs on hand?" he asked.

"Always," Alfred said. Reasonably, no one expected you to participate. And no one pulled punches when you did. But- watching you laugh with the other girls when Dick jogged over to even it up properly... well. Maybe, you could get a couple nights of decent sleep.

Bruce strode out onto the lawn and dropped into a chair with a grunt. "How's it going?" he asked.

"Swimmingly," Alfred said, pouring cold drinks and making sure that yours had the specific blend of things that had been prescribed to you in your bottle. "Miss Y/N and Miss Cassandra have been working out some things they can utilize in the field and the others have been enjoying creating chaos to facilitate that."

"Hn."

"And Jason has been hovering like a mother hen," Alfred chuckled.

"So much for not having a crush," Bruce hummed. "How is Y/N holding up?"

"Tiring out, I think. But they've been doing what they can to keep her from having to over-exert herself- after all. It's not like we need to know what the upper limits are."

"Fair-" But before he can finish asking for specifics, you waver on your feet halfway through a strategy you'd been working out with Cass. But before you crumple, Jason is right behind you. Picking you up against his chest.

His face burning as he murmured something against your flustered protests. You radiated flustered embarrassment. And he deposited you in a chair carefully. "It probably would have worked," he muttered, "Dick and Steph talk too much."

You nod and accept the proffered water bottle awkwardly and take a drink, "Thanks."

"What were you trying to do?" Bruce asked? He hadn't SEEN Cass, but that didn't mean anything.

"Lead her into the best position for a sneak attack using my location with emotional resonance... since I can make the people feel things we were playing hot and cold. So I was picking up on where she was and kinda leading her to where she needed to be as we were wandering around."

"Hn." Bruce nodded. Considering that. He'd THOUGHT about using that as a strategy before. You did possess the ability to hone in on people you knew well-

"You okay?" Jason asked, breaking into his thoughts.

"Fine," you murmur, rolling your water bottle between your hands and looking down. Taking a few deep breaths to shove all your emotions back under control as the others lope back up from the grass for drinks and snacks. Cass sat on the arm of your chair and thudded her head gently on your shoulder. Smiling a little when you lean your head on hers.

Bruce watches the little exchange with bemusement and nods to himself. It made sense. Cass had few words and you could make yourself understood without it. But0 he did wonder, as he watched Jason watch it all happen, how he felt about it.

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Drunk reader with sober Jason and/or sober reader with drunk Jason, probably a lot of words with no thoughts

Your lips tingle when Jason crushes them with his and for a moment all you can do is blink in surprise. You'd not even heard him coming. He'd pulled you against him and now he was kissing you.

Jason. Todd. Kissing. Me?

It was unprocessable. This had to be a toxin. Or an experiment. Or some weird Poison Ivy sex pollen thing- but. You didn't care. He'd gentled a little when you went stiff. His hand was cradling your face and the other arm was pulling you closer. It felt like heaven. And for just a second, you could forget about- everything. There was nothing but this.

You don't know that Dick Grayson is similarly very drunk. And that half the family is watching Jason kiss you like his life depends on it. That Bruce isn't sure if he should throw water on you or not. That Cass and Steph are practically vibrating with glee. And that Dick and Tim are exchanging money on a bet.

When he finally pulls away, coming up for air, smirking at you glassy-eyed and rocking slightly you cringe internally.

"You're really drunk, aren't you?" you murmur.

"Yeah," he admitted, "But I-"

And before he could finish you turn away from him. Stalking with any of the dignity you can cling to through the nearest exit. You should have known better. If it sounds too good to be true it probably is.

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jason being obvious about his crush is literal energy drinks for my brain

Bruce headed down the hall, a first aid kit under his arm and stopped at your door. Listening to the low rumble of a male voice- Jason's voice. And he blinked.

The door was open. So he peered inside.

You were awake. You'd had a shower and gotten redressed. And you were curled in your Papasan chair. Jason knelt in front of it, a kit of his own open on the floor. Bruce couldn't see his face. But the tone of his voice was... almost gentle. And when you looked up to meet HIS eye where you felt him in the doorway, you didn't seem upset but... confused.

"Well," Bruce said, deciding to announce his presence to his son, "It seems like someone got the drop on me."

"Jason helped Dick last night," you explain- what Jason told you. About the storm.

Jason didn't look up from his bandages, pretending to look through the kit for something for your hand. He didn't know why, but he wanted to kiss your palms. He'd been lingering. Debating. But he definitely wouldn't do it in front of Bruce.

"I'd heard," Bruce said, keeping his feelings neutral for your benefit but his tone said he had other things to say.

"You don't look too bad off," Jason said finally closing the kit. "Nothing needs stitches."

"That's good," you murmur. "I usually need to be knocked out for those."

"Annoying in this line of work," Jason snorted.

"Incredibly," Bruce agreed, posting up. He wasn't sure what was going on but- he wanted to talk to Jason anyway. "How are you feeling?" he asked you.

"Foggy. I don't remember much of yesterday. Kinda hungry."

"Alfred saved you some pancakes," Bruce said, smiling a little and offering Jason a hand off the floor before kissing your head. "They're there when you're ready."

You nod and stifle a yawn before looking up at Jason, "Thank you- for my hands."

"You're welcome," he mumbled, cheeks burning. "Didn't want them to get infected. They looked bad in the dark."

"I usually come clean it up," Bruce said. "Gives us a chance to catch up." He winked at you and when you rolled your eyes he smiled. A young woman of few words but that didn't mean you didn't say exactly what you wanted. "but since you did it for me," he said to Jason, "that means we can get started following that lead early this morning."

"Joy," Jason groused. "No good dead, I guess."

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sorry for the silly question, but how old is the reader in the science experiment!verse? It started off as them being thirteen, so I was just curious if there was a timeskip or something. Thanks for the writing, I love your works!

19/20 so very much an adult.

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so glad jason is getting out in his place for the reverse, no one gets to treat baby poorly

Dick shouldered your bedroom door open and exhaled slowly. You hated having other people in your room. "Just lay her on the bed," he said, putting your bag down and putting the lunch box of snacks on the desk. "She'll be okay."

"She's really still," Jason said frowning as he laid you down. Taking half a second to unfold your arms from across your chest- just to make you look less dead.

"Happens," Dick said, pulling a clean blanket from the chest at the foot of your bed and throwing it over you quickly. You had half a dozen extra blankets. Throw pillows. Plushes. At some point in the intervening years, you'd gone from a full-sized bed to a queen just to accommodate it all. "She gets tired out after all that." He paused for a second and checked the temperature in the room before jerking his head towards the door.

It was better to leave you alone and let you rest. And once they ere outside, he shut the door and lead Jason down the hall. Going to find Alfred and let him know that you're safely in your room.

"What did she do to her hands?" Jason asked?

Dick shrugged, "Punching the shit out of the trees, tearing out brambles... The clearing is bigger than it used to be. I know she's hurled rocks around before. But. I only know that because I check up on it every so often."

"But-"

"Otherwise," Dick sighed. "It's a lot of crying, blood-curdling muffled screaming, and emotional turmoil that would make Bruce crack... It all has to go somewhere."

"Just out in the woods recreating a horror movie?"

"Nowhere else to do it," he said practically. "It could potentially fuck up the whole manor if she just flipped shit in her room. She can't just run screaming down a street. And unless she wants to live isolated in the middle of nowhere- which might be okay for a while- she'd probably just go crazy and either join a cult or start a cult."

"She's terrified of people-"

"Terrified of hurting people," Dick corrected, "and of being hurt. there's a difference. It's like befriending a feral cat. You get pretty far with snacks- it takes a while to get her to warm up to you. Alfred won her over with Homemade Cinnamon rolls."

"What'd you do?" Jason snorted.

"Snuck her into the zoo early one day," he said smiling at the memory. After a disastrous family trip that had you whimpering in pain, watching you zip down the walkways beaming... It was worth bribing a few people.

"What'd everyone else-"

"Little wing, look," Dick sigh. "I get it. She's a cutie. She's got an air of mystery about her but-"

"I don't-"

"It's just a little crush. If you just relax a little when you talk to her she'll stick around. She doesn't really hang around any of us-"

"I don't like her like that," Jason murmured," cheeks heating. "She's just weird."

"She's weird and you're a reheated corpse," Dick snorted at his retreating back. He'd HAVE to tell Stephanie. She liked knowing when her hunches were right.

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more jason and science experiment please <3

Jason kept his distance, creeping as quietly through the woods as he could. Watching Dick's headlamp bob along. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. Nothing seemed to be urgent, not really. It was pretty warm still, so. Even if you were out here somewhere you probably weren't gonna freeze to death or anything.

Still.

It was far off the marked trails. So far the groundskeepers probably hadn't been back here for decades, if ever. Old growth, fallen logs, slick rocks- it would take sure footing to get back here. Miles out from anything in any direction.

And when Dick finally stopped Jason crept slowly closer. "You lost it good this time, huh?" Dick said, whistling as he ducked under a low branch.

Jason stayed near the shadows close to the clearing and peered between the trees. A small fire was dying; its embers cast shimmering light in the pitch black. He couldn't tell if the bark had been torn off the trees or not. But your hand that dangled limply from the hammock was cut, bruised, and bloody. In the light from Dick's headlamp, it looked like a struggle happened. But. Dick didn't seem concerned.

"Stop being creepy and come help," Dick said, kicking dirt over the last embers and jerking his head to your pack.

"What happened?" Jason asked, glancing around, the back of his neck pricking. He glanced down at you. You're so still. So fucking still and Dick's folded your arm's over your chest to be able to pick you up. You look like a corpse. But he can see the dirt under your nails and on your face. Tear tracks and snot that left smears of mud behind in your hair and on your clothes as you tried to wipe it away.

"Sometimes the only way for her to stay in control is to lose control for a while," Dick said sadly and petting your hair. "You're okay, We're just going to take you up to your room, 'kay? It's supposed to storm or we'd just leave you be."

"It's no-"

Dick shot Jason a look. They were never sure what you understood or remembered. But. He felt bad just invading your little sanctuary.

"Can you carry her?" Dick asked, shoving your blanket and your shoes in your bag with the snacks you didn't eat and looking around for the water bottle. "I can get us back faster. I dunno how she does it."

Jason nodded mutely and picked you up carefully. Making sure your head is supported on his shoulder, "Sorry about this," he said quietly. "Your hands look like they hurt." And when you shift in your sleep, he swallowed hard. Trying to focus on the smell of the woods and think about anything other than how eerie it was to think about you tearing yourself apart in the woods. He already woke you up once today. He didn't think he'd get away with it a second time.

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Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn't committing to the bit

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Science experiment reader please? The angst is feeding my soul 🥹💛

Jason let you settle back in on the couch and left you in the library, still rubbing his sternum and clearing his throat.

But you stifled a groan. Now that you were awake, you were awake. And you would be until your brain decided it was time to sleep. Worst. Parting gift. Ever. You didn't dream unless it was nightmares and you couldn't sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Cycling between being practical narcolepsy and no sleep at all. Walk it was, then.

At least that wasn't super demanding and if you stuck to your path it would take you somewhere you could scream and cry to your heart's content- maybe if you wore your self out you could pass out for a while in your hammock out there.

So. You go in search of Alfred to let him know you were leaving- the last thing you wanted was a panicked search party looking for you in the little clearing you made. You didn't doubt people knew where it was. They ran trainings in the woods all the time. People rambled out there all the time. But, everyone pretended they didn't know about it, and you appreciated it. It was small. Tucked back in a gap in the old growth, where there was a sliver of sky. But the trees still damped the noise and you felt far enough from people to feel... free. Even if it wasn't really true. There were still other emotions at the edges of it all.

"That was a short sleep," The butler observed, frowning slightly.

"Yeah," you sigh. "It's just like that sometimes." You knew you could probably say Jason had woke you up. He'd get in trouble. But- he got himself in enough trouble without your help. And being petty wouldn't really keep you off his radar, where you wanted to be. "I figured I'd go on a walk."

"The fresh air would probably do you some good," he hummed. "I'll prepare snacks. And ice water."

"Alfred, today is your day off I can always grab-"

He waved away your concerns easily and smiled slightly, "Humor me,. I like to feel useful."

You huff, half smiling and shake your head. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said, "now on with it. Go find a book to smuggle out, I'm sure there's a nice sunny spot somewhere." And when you give him one of your rare actual smiles, he figures, a few minutes of putting junk food in your plastic Zoltar lunch box and water in a metal container with green sparkles is worth it.

Especially when you come back later. Green sparkly knapsack slung over your shoulder- probably holding a blanket and a book or two. Whatever solace you found out there, he hoped it was enough to make the pain easier to bear.

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Bruce paced and watched the clock glancing at Alfred, "When did she leave?"

"Not long after noon, Master Bruce," the Butler said, not bothering to conceal his concern.

"How did she seem?" he asked.

"Tired," Alfred recalled, "But in good spirits. She took her knapsack. I gave her a few snacks and some water. I assumed she was simply going to find some quiet spot in the woods to read. When she hadn't come back by dinner I thought she might have fallen asleep."

"Hn."

"So," Dick said, "She's probably not lost or hurt. She probably knows exactly where she is."

"Probably," Tim said. "The trick would be getting back in the dark without a flashlight."

Bruce scrubbed his hand over his face. When he'd left you you'd been dozing off in the house. Having finally hit the right balance of quiet and comfort in your brain to be able to rest. "I'll go and-"

"Or you could go," Dick said, pointing at the Bat signal visible out the window.

"Damn," Bruce sighed. "Dick You'll have to go." Not just anyone could go. Especially not if you were asleep. It had to be someone you knew. And if you were in the woods- if they had to go get you from there... well. You were going to need gentle handling. And Dick would be able to do it.

Dick nodded and stood up. Watching Bruce and Tim leave to get ready to go. "Alfred, is Jason around?"

"Master Todd is unaware of this currently, I believe," he said.

"Can you keep him that way?"

"I can try."

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Science experiment - what happens if Jason accidentally touches her, and she was not prepared for it? Does she hurt him? How badly, and how do they resolve it

As far as Jason was concerned, if he had to do Mandatory family fun time, you had to too. Instead, you were in the library, curled on the end of the sofa with a book. Half dozed off in the sun like a cat. "Hey Y/N," he said leaning over you, shaking your shoulder, "c'mon we're going to the-"

Crack

Straight in the sternum, just below his actual throat. If you'd been awake it you'd have probably cracked it. As it stood, it made him gag and stagger back. On top of flooding him, momentarily with absolute terror and then remorse. Before leaving a void while he wheezed and rubbed his chest- and you kept your distance. Wrapping your arms around yourself and stepping back. "I'm sorry I didn't-"

He waved your apology away and hacked a couple more times, before standing upright. "I probably shouldn't have stood directly over you," he rasped. "Or grabbed you." He didn't say anything about the emotions. Fair was fair. He scared you. He felt scared before you got your control back. "We're headed out so, you might wanna change."

"Crowds don't- I don't. I- I don't mix very well with crowds."

Jason blinked for a second. Last week you did the Gala. The week before you did whatever charity event with Bruce to help him get intel. But now that he was looking at you, you just looked exhausted. "You don't even wanna see Bruce ride a drop ride?"

"Not really," you murmur. "Not super into all the family drama all day."

"We like-"

"Not ours."

"Oh."

"Want some company?" Jason asked.

"You just don't want to go," you answer, smiling a little. "All I want is a nap. I don't really have a circadian rhythm so... I gotta sleep when I can."

Jason nodded, "They fucked you all up, huh?"

"They were already making a monster. They figured they'd give me a little brain damage. As a treat."

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Reverse-verse.

Content warning at the end for suicidal ideation. Nothing graphic.

Jason leaned against the wall where Babs was typing training notes and jerked his head to where you were talking to Bruce. Evidence notes in hand. "So the Emo doesn't have to train why?"

"Physiology," she answered, not looking up. "When they messed with the structures in her brain they messed with well... everything." "Which translates to no cardio how?" he scoffed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"If she trained like the rest of you she'd have to eat like a Speedster and take enough vitamins to fuck her organs," she said. "If that's not clear enough- They made her pretty powerful sure but also pretty fragile."

"So much for a super soldier-"

"She's slightly stronger and slightly faster than a normal person but only in short bursts. And she lives in constant hell. So. You know. I don't begrudge her not having to run." She gave him a meaningful look, eyes narrowing.

"It can't be that bad."

Barbara shrugged, "If you're man enough, have her show you. If you're not- or she won't- Ask Bruce how he found her. Then see if you say that." And before he could sulk anymore, she stowed her laptop in it's compartment and left. He had every right to be pissed. At Bruce. At the Joker. At every injustice in the world. But- you hadn't had anything to do with it and she was tired of hearing about it.

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"Jason," Bruce said glancing up, "you can't have-"

"It's not about guns," he snorted. "I'm not carrying the stupid crowbar. A tire Iron is more fun. I wanna know about Y/N."

"Why?" Bruce asked, eyes narrowing.

"Well, she's one of my replacements so-"

"No one replaced you, first of all. And second of all-"

"Where'd you find her?" he asked, cutting to the chase. He hadn't asked you. It felt weird. Mostly because you would barely look at him. And you only ever spoke to him when you needed to in order to be polite.

Bruce sat back in his chair with a sigh and scrubbed his hand through his hair. "If you use this to-"

"I just wanna know!" he protested. "Everyone treats her like a pet!"

"We," Bruce started after a long moment, "found her in the bottom of a cage. Almost dead. Mostly naked and filthy. Treated worse than an animal. If she hadn't whimpered, Dick would have thought she was dead." Bruce paused for a second; swallowing down the sick feeling he'd thought was the gore and the scent of blood in the air.

"Scientists were looking for kids like her. Kids with heightened abilities they could exploit," he explained. "She was the last survivor, somehow."

Jason wasn't looking at him. If not for how still he was, and how tense, Bruce would have thought he wasn't listening. But now, his sense of injustice was rankled. And he was listening. "Long story short," he continued, not wanting to dwell on it, "they wanted a soldier. They tried to desensitize her to violence and well. It didn't go like they planned."

"How?" he asked, looking up slowly.

"They forced her to kill people," Bruce said wincing.

"But when you found her-"

"She was trying to kill herself," Bruce said sadly. "She lost control and made a building of scientists and guards- about 20 people kill themselves."

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I need asks for the Science experiment reverse. I have angst demons

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got any more empath reader?

Only because there's rampant plot bunnies for it in my brain. I have an abundance of much more polite asks.

"You okay?" Dick asked, careful not to touch you as he got close enough to speak in your ear- to be heard above the din. You were drowning in an oversized hoodie and that usually meant "Do not. I am not real today."

You half shrug and give him a wan smile, "About as okay as it gets after a blow out."

"It was a good one, huh." He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the wall. You exuded calm he knew you didn't feel. And it was nice. He felt better, and he appreciated it. That benefit of your odd little empathic quirk.

Bruce had banned you from doing it to the WHOLE manor all at once, but, it was a little difficult for him to stop you from doing it in your immediate vicinity.

"What was Jason like before?" you ask, tucking your knees up under your hoodie and wrapping your arms around yourself. There's no judgement in the question, just curiosity. From someone else that had felt a part of themself die on a filthy floor.

"Annoyingly cheerful," Dick snorted. "Tough though. Street smart. Idealistic and brave to a fault. It's like he was made in a lab to be Robin. I got the job by Tragedy. Jason got the job because Bruce- well frankly I think Bruce was lonely and saw a scrappy kid who stole his tires and just went 'welp guess I'm a dad again'. And we all know Tim just bullied his way in." He broke off and shook his head. "He didn't really mean what he said about-"

"You and Steph call me a Science experiment all the time," you point out.

"Yeah," Dick admitted, wincing. "But it didn't go wrong. What they did to you was wrong. They way they did it was wrong. What you can do is cool as shit... You're not a walking Xanax. That's not what we keep you around for."

When you don't look at him, nodding silently, he wonders what you're picking up. How deep you can dig through a person for their buried feelings. And exactly what it COSTS to know that information all the time. "I think I'm gonna go on a walk for a while."

" 'Kay," Dick said easily, "Planning on comin' back for dinner?" Rambles were good. And not uncommon. They gave you time to clear your head.

"I'm not sure," you admit, "but I should be back before dark."

Dick nodded, "I'll tell Bruce. I don't think he wants you on Patrol for any particular reason. You're probably just on stand by." With any luck, Dick thought, they'd never put you with Jason. That would be catastrophic.

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Also I relistened to the behind the bastards on Vince McMahon yesterday

Ari, I’m yelling at the actual steel chair.

I just really wanna smack someone with one today. I'm in a mood

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Ari, I’m yelling at the actual steel chair.

I just really wanna smack someone with one today. I'm in a mood

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My brain is scrambling to try and put together a list of what Selina’s trying to do. Some I do not like, some I’m interested in and some both. My brain is going to be that one cork board-red string meme.

Selina stood in the long 'gallery'. A long open walk way with plush carpet, not mildewed and dated ued by the big bosses in the company for conferences once upon a time. And sipped champagne.

By the time Bruce got here to "Rescue" you, you were going to be a hysterical mess. Sobbing and blubbering. Ugly and annoying. So satisfying. He wouldn't have the patience for that. It would show him you weren't cut out for this life. That you weren't-

She never even saw it coming. The steel fucking chair to the back of her head. "You stupid fucking cunt," you spit, "if you'd stop scheming you'd realize-"

"Ugh," Selina rubbed the back of her head and whirled around to strike out at you, "you would make this difficult." She'd have to settle for beating you into a sobbing mess. A different kind of satisfying. But before she could connect, Superman's hand wrapped around her wrist.

"I don't think so," he growled. "That's enough."

"I don't want him," you snort. "I don't even know why you want him. I love him. But every time he talks I wanna punch him in the throat... I even went to Metropolis and just left to give you a chance. If you fucked it up anyway, that's not my fault."

"Said what you wanna say?" Clark asked, putting her in cuffs.

"I'd like to beat her with the chair until it gets boring but," you break off and shrug, "it doesn't seem fair if her arms are behind her back."

"Gee, thanks," Selina huffed.

"It's better than you deserve," you snort.

"Shut up, I was never gonn let anything actually happen."

"I wonder if the 'It's a prank bro' defense works for anyone other than the Joker," you muse, looking up at Clark.

"I guess we'll find out. You'll be okay for a minute?" he asked. "I'll take her to the cops then come back for you."

"I can walk-"

"I know," Clark said. But he wanted a chance to talk to you. To make sure you were okay himself. BEFORE you had to face Bruce or the cops or the press. He'd been so frightened. And now he just wanted to get you home and tucked into bed where he could make sure you were safe.

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ari i am officially like 3 months behind on all your fics

perhaps this weekend it’s a wine and catch up night

but you’re always in the back of my mind, and i hope all has been well with you and yours 💖

Hopefully catch up goes well, lol.

The good thing about my currently sporadic updates while I deal with never ending crisises is there's less to catch up on