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Batboys Getting Betrayed By Their S/O HC

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! I'd like to make a Batboys reaction request if I may! If writing for all of them is too much please pick whoever you'd like! Have fun with it! Batboys finally catch the villain they've been after for a disgusting amount of time, they grab their mask/helmet, rip it off and BAM!! It's their S/O. How do they react? Thank you for your time!!”

THIS HC TURNED INTO AN EPIC COLLAB BETWEEN @birdy-bat-riya AND WE POPPED OFF!!! Riya really said “lets break the boys heart then give them the best fluff in the world” and I agreed then BAM this beauty. I hope you enjoy and I’m super excited to collab w my tumblr soulmate more!!!

ALSO GO CHECKOUT STAY WITH ME A TIM DRAKE FIC THAT IS KINDA LIKE THIS IF YOU WANT STORYLINE IT’S ONE OF MY FAVES!!!

Damian Wayne

- Damian would not see it coming

- after a painful bout of hand to hand combat, Robin had you stuck to a wall with Batarangs, and he stalked forward

- hoping he would get pulled away by Batman so wouldn’t notice your similarity to the love of his life, you sucked in a deep breath as you realized there was no escape

- “The great villainous sidekick defeated by Robin. Sounds good doesn’t it? But I want to know just who I bested” he quipped, reaching for your mask

- as he pulled it off he froze, your mask dropped to the ground as you began begging for forgiveness

- “Baby it’s not what it looks like! I’m sorry you know I couldn’t tell you! I love you Damian please understand!” you cried, pulling against the batarangs you felt your suit rip as you jumped to the ground reaching for Damian

- Damian looked beyond stunned, trying to process the idea that the one person he trusted above all had betrayed him. He’d spent months hunting, fighting, deeply wound you, then calling you beloved just a couple days later

- pulling yourself forward you flung your arms around him, trying to love him into submission

- instinctively his arms began to wrap around you and you could feel the material of his gloves grace over the exposed parts of your side from where your suit ripped, but he drew them back, pushing you off of him

- “belov- Y/N” his tone was harsh, and broken, “is this really you? You knew I was Robin, and yet you lied to me every day? Learned my weaknesses and my truths all just to use it against me?” you could see him shaking, his domino mask hid his glassy eyes but not his heart broken expression

- you realized he thought you’d only befriended him to use him and you jumped to explain “No! Babe never! I keep this life and our life completely separate! I never used anything and would never tell your secrets to anyone! This, this life [ you gestured to your suit ] is out of necessity, for my survival I have to be strong. But with you, Damian, with you life is worth living, you make my battles worth fighting, everything I do is for us!” you realized how good it felt to let everything go, tears streaming down your face

- Damian looked conflicted, broken because of your betrayal, but you could tell he still loved you

- “Y/N you know I can keep you safe, why? Why live this life when you know of the one we could’ve had together?” Damian

- “I didn’t think of it that way” you whispered, thoughts flying through your head

- “Then let me help you” was all Damian said, and he reached out a hand

- Batman and your boss appeared behind you and Robin, both confused with what was happening

- Bruce looked shocked to see who the villain’s sidekick was, but he was trying to keep his Batman level confidence

- “C’mon kid lets go” you felt a tug on your shoulder, trying to lead you back to your base, but the look Damian was giving you stopped you, unable to turn your shoulder on him

- this was Damian asking you to pick a new life with him. And you knew he was the only thing that truly made him happy, but this would be the end of your reputation, and your safety

- you began to reach for Damian but stopped, needing his reassurance

- “you promise you’ll protect me?”

- “always.” you took his hand, falling into his arms, and decided a future with Damian was better than anything else

Dick Grayson

- Dick didn’t know you were Slade’s protege after Dick told him no all those years ago

- you knew he thought of your villain persona as his greatest opponent and you couldn’t break his heart

- you’d both been in the good guy vs bad guy business since you were kids so you couldn’t expect him to understand, so you hid it.

- he told you he was Nightwing a couple months before and your heart dropped realizing you’d been fighting the love of your life for years, and were trained by one of his greatest tormentors

- in a terrible turn of events you, Nightwing, and Slade all ended up fighting each other, Nightwing and you after Slade for seperate reasons just before his escape he noticed how you couldn’t hurt Dick like you used to

- in an act of revenge for you leaving his side all those years ago, he shouted “catch you later sweet Y/N!” before jumping out a window out of your sight

- Dick’s head whipped to you, a look of confusion at Slade knowing your identity

- hoping he’d missed it you tried to run out of the building and take off

- angy Dick is basically super powered so he caught you (yes i said angy)

- when he rips off your mask and the face he’d adored for years looks up at him he physically can’t stand

- watching the love of your life crumple to the ground is the hardest thing you’ve endured

- frantically trying to explain you keep trying to cup his face in your hand but he pulls away, refusing to look you in the eyes, eventually finding the strength to get up and grapple away

- the entire batfam goes after you. Damian especially, because he trusted you, glad Dick had someone that loved him the way he secretly did. There is no way you’re gonna get away from an angry Batfam especially when their mutual favorite brother has been broken

- I honestly don’t think Dick would let it go back to normal. His family would never approve and knowing you lied for months was too much, he knows what is good and bad for him and is surrounded by family.

- One day the two of you would team up and apologize, continuing forward as mutuals that come when the other needs you, but Dick wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and Damian would never leave his side, refusing to let Dick get hurt again

Jason Todd

- Jason was used to coming home to you bruised and cut. He never liked to see you battered and bleeding, but he understood it was part of your job as a Criminal Investigator.

- at least that’s what he thought

- you were used to seeing him beat up too. The only difference was that you knew the real reason he came home beaten and injured.

- it was because he would spend his nights fighting you.

- you truly loved Jason, but you couldn't bear to break his heart by telling him the truth. That the woman he loved was his sworn enemy and was lying about it.

- little did you know, he was beginning to get suspicious of your injuries. They seemed a little extreme for an investigative agent, and dare he say, they seemed to match the injuries his enemy walked away with last night.

- then one night, it happened. You were being chased by Red Hood. You thought you were in the clear. And knowing jason would be home any minute, you headed back home, hopping from rooftop-to-rooftop.

- you stopped in the parking lot of your building, about to take off your mask when you heard a voice. Red Hood was leaning on your car, looking more tense than usual. “Go on. Take off the mask.”

- you were mortified. You tried to run but he caught you and you were cornered. He took off the mask and you looked down, afraid to meet his eyes.

- he wasn’t startled or shocked. You heard the seams of his gloves rip as he clenched his fist. You looked up and saw him scowling, but behind the anger, there was so much disappointment. You could see his heart breaking.

- he stepped back and began to walk away. You tried so hard to explain and apologize but he only turned you down, unwilling to see your face.

- realizing everything was ruined, you gave one final apology. “Jason, I know you can’t forgive me. But I truly am sorry. I'm sorry for lying, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for everything. But I promise, I really do love you. And I know you might not believe me, but I mean every word.” Tears were streaming down your face, and he wouldn’t let you see it, but they were brimming in his.

- you left and didn’t come back. You kept your distance from Jason but made sure you knew was still alright. He was frequenting bars, skipping patrols. You began to worry when he was nowhere to be found, so you donned the mask once more, only without your usual uniform.

- that night, to your disbelief, you found the Red Hood fighting some petty cat burglars outside of a museum. You noticed how his punches held more force than they used to and felt a little pained, seeing his hurt in his movements.

- while he was taking care of the robbers, you saw one of them run off to a car with a jade vase and instinctively charged in. You hopped in the car roof and swung into the passenger seat, knocked out the driver, and safely drove the car back.

- you put the vase back where it belonged and left the scene of the crime without anyone’s attention.

- Red Hood turned the burglars over to the cops. There was something about a tripped alarm and missing vase but the item was kept exactly where it was meant to be when they checked.

- he was about to trudge away when he heard something. “This masked broad, she jumped into the car! From the bloody window!” His mind wandered. It couldn’t be…

- that night, you returned to one of your old safehouses and headed to your closet to put away your mask, but the first thing you saw was your suit. You looked at the domino mask in your hand and all you could remember was Jason’s face when he found out. Right then and there, you threw it all away.

- months passed. You hadn’t heard from or seen Jason Todd. You revamped your suit and donned a new mask. You went by your old name still. You couldn’t change who you were, and you didn't want to either.

- the only difference now was that you didn’t kill. something tilted the needle on your moral compass, and as much you wanted to deny it, Jason rubbed off on you.

- you took your burglary jobs, and got into your own type of trouble, but you could almost always handle it. Emphasis on the ‘almost’

- once or twice you bit off more than you could chew, for example the time when you needed to collect some money from a Bludhaven gang. you were outnumbered and unarmed. just when you thought it was all over for you, you heard two gunshots and violent cursing.

- you found yourself standing before two gangsters with bloody hands and one Red Hood. “You’re welcome.”, he said with his usual snarky tone, muffled by his helmet.

- this was the first of many times he would save you. You would drop in on his gigs sometimes as well, just to lend a helping gun.

- bad blood aside, you were always there for eachother. He meant it as a silent acceptance of your apology and that’s exactly how you took it.

- soon enough the tension faded, you both went down your own roads but found comfort in knowing that you were never alone. It was an unspoken pact that when one of you needed the other, you’d never be far.

Tim Drake

- Tim would notice something, maybe you stuffing your suit in your trunk, you using a phrase his enemy always used, something that gave him the wrong feeling

- he’d push it away, always wanting to believe the best of you

- but eventually it wouldn’t add up

- Tim came over one night and made a beeline to the back of your closet, a drawer he never saw you open during all the years of knowing you

- you heard a small gasp when he pulled out the suit of his rival, the strangled sound of disbelief was the last noise he made before he threw your suit on the floor and stormed out, and it was the last you saw of him for months

- watching the news seeing “RED ROBIN GONE BAD?” or “IS THIS IS THE SAME HERO?” as you watched Tim become more and more reckless and cruel. Tim rarely got so physical the medics came instead of the police but watching him through your screen you saw a new person

- seeing Tim (and Red Robin) break down on television gave you the realization of the necessity behind Tim’s heroics

- almost as an homage to his heart break he began using the moves you’re villainous alter ego used on him on his new targets, showing you the hurt and the damage you’d done to your victims

- after weeks of watching the torture you knew villainy wasn’t worth it if it meant Tim was broken like this

- knowing he’d be on patrol like always you waited on the top of the building he’d brought you to the night you started dating, hoping he’d miss the memory as much as you did

- rushing up to him, begging for him to listen, even after the heart break Tim couldn’t say no to you, and he needed to know why, this was a mystery he really couldn’t piece together

- frantically explaining everything from your childhood forward, you couldn’t stop, the honestly was refreshing, and Tim listened the whole time

- after admitting everything you brought your suit out, and in front of Tim you began to rip it to shreds, hoping he’d see the meaning behind your words

- this was a lot for Tim, and he asked for a week to settle his feelings

- Red Robin was inactive for a week, 168 hours you spent praying to anything that he’d take you back

- and exactly one week later, you were holding your head in your hands sobbing, wishing you could’ve changed earlier and hoping Tim would go back to his heroism - when you heard your apartment window carefully opening

- Tim came back, suited up, holding a new suit for you that he’d had created

- Tim explained that he wanted you back, and he intended on helping you fix all your past mistakes, one life saved at a time

- you often looked back on the news from that week, the headlines showed a new chapter of your life

“RED ROBIN AND NIGHTINGALE Y CRIME FIGHTING DUO!” “RED ROBIN IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER WITH A NEW HERO AT HIS SIDE!”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS IS A REMINDER TO GO FOLLOW @birdy-bat-riyaBECAUSE SHE IS THE REASON THIS IS SO AMAZING ILY GIRLY

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“The Two Spains” (Boombshells! Jason Todd x Hispanic! Reader) (Part 1/?)

Hello my lil’ wings!!

I promise soon will come all these hc I promised! And also, the next part of “Stop that wedding!”

so today I discovered that Jason in boomshells is an basque spanish boy!

And his brief story was settled in the spanish civil war. So being the history buff i am...I had to give this a chance!

So i hope you enjoy this!

This part is longer and more history settled (sorry for the history leson xdd) so you dont get lost. The next part will be more dinamic and romantic. The reader is settled to be a valencian girl, as I know the language and also i know more about how the war was lived there. My grandparents have told me about how it was.

Btw, so you know a bit more about me, Im spanish! Valencian to be more exact.

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @wonderlace19 @totallovelesson @algentforthewin @crazyfreckledginger @electra-writes33

If you want to be taged in this or any of my other fics message me anytime!

Also,let me know in the coments your thoughs and if this fic deserves a second part!

(Also, Im sorry if any of the Euskera words are wrong, I do not speak Euskera. Tell me if there is anything wrong so i can correct it!)

now,

enjoy!

[17/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Nightime]

*BAM!*

Your eyes opened in alarm as you heard the strong sound.

“SHH!”

You tiptoed over your toys on the ground to get to the door, where you slightly looked out to see what had made that sound.

You saw your father, talking in hushed tones to your mother. Worry painted her skin pale. Her eyes wide as she and your dad listened close to the wavering, echoing, hushed radio. Your father fist was closed tightly as you closed your eyes to listen intently.

“- Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, Y finalmente Sevilla han apoyado el pronunciamiento del grupo militar de José Sanjurjo. El gobierno-”

[Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, and finally Seville have supported the “pronunciamiento” (a declaration of military opposition) by José Sanjurjo’s military group. The government-]

“¡MIERDA! ¡JODER!” [SHIT! FUCK!] Your father said frustrated. Your mother quickly hushed him, as she saw your cowering form on the doorframe.

“Jason? nire maitea [my dear] Did you have a nightmare? “Your mother smiled as she came to pick you up. You hugged her neck “Let’s get you back to bed” She petted your back as you looked at your father, who looked at you with a dark glance. You hided your face in your mother’s soft neck as she entered your room once again.

“Ama” [mom] you said with a quivering voice. “Why was aita [dad] so mad?” Her smile faltered as she covered you with your thin cotton sheet.

“It’s nothing you should worry about mi bebe [my baby] Now sleep, my dear. You have school tomorrow.” She brushed your hair back as she kissed your forehead. “gau ona, nire maitea.” [good night, my dear]

“Gau ona,ama” You smiled as your eyes fluttered closed.

What you didn’t know is that it was the beginning of the end.

//♡\\

[ 18/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain. | Morning]

The sweet smell of chocolate made your eyes fluttered open.

You smiled as the gentle face and warm smile of your mother greeted you.

“Good morning, Carinyet.” [ my darling] She smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, mami.” [mommy] You smiled. “I did. I dreamed of being in the countryside with grandma again!” Your mother smile widened as she brushed you (h/c) hair to the side. Big bags under her eyes as she hugged you tightly.

“Mami? Something wrong?” You asked, hugging her back.

“n-no, perla [my pearl] …just get dressed and join us downstairs.” She smiled.

“Okay!” You smiled innocently. Your mother exited the room as your thirteen-year-old body carried you to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and changed to your thin but warm (f/c) dress, you put your old weathered shoes on and skipped downstairs.

You greeted your dad and your sibling as you took your seat next to your mother.

The sound of the radio harmonized your breakfast as you all keep silent eating your food. Meanwhile, you zoomed out the news as you looked at your parents face intently.

Your father face looked tired, heavy bags under his eyes. He was dressed in his uniform, it looked a bit out of place, his tie was fumbled as his normally slicked back (h/c) hair was all over the place.

When his (e/c) eyes made contact with yours you looked away to your plate. After eating, your mother coughed to get your attention.

“You all know…how dad works in the army right?” she smiled, holding your fathers hand. “Well…you see…um…y-yesterday-y um..something…big..happened…and ah..we..” her unwavering (e/c) gaze locked into yours put you on edge as your father hugged her shoulder. She sighed heavily as you father spoke.

“We are moving.”

“What?” said your sibling. “Why?!”

“The reason why is not…important right now. We are leaving in two days. We are moving to Castilla La mancha.” His eyes looked into yours as they filled with sorrow. “(y/n) …you will stay with your grandmother okay? She will come pick you up tomorrow.”

“W-what?” you said as your eyes filled with tears.

“WHY?! WHY CAN’T SHE COME WITH US?!” Your sibling yelled, getting up from their spot.

“ITS SAFER FOR HER TO STAY HERE! SHE CAN’T COME WITH US. IT’S NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY!” Your father yelled back.

“IM NOT GOING WITHOUT HER!” He yelled back, your father got up as he slapped your sibling’s cheek. You let out a sob as your mother ran to hug you. You hugged back tightly, soaking in her warmness. As you breathed her essence deeply you heard your sibling’s heavy angry steps upstairs. You pulled away from your mom as you followed them upstairs.

You could hear their sobs as you opened their door silently, you peeked your head and with a soft voice asked:

“(tete [bro]/teta[sis])? Can I come in?” You asked softly. They wiped their tears as they sat on the bed.

“come here” they smiled softly as you ran to their arms. They hugged you tightly. “I promise I will come to find you.”

You smiled. “I know (tete/teta)…I will wait for you to come for me.” You smiled, kissing their tears. They smiled back as they untied the thin chain around their neck, hanging from it a little old white-pink shell.

“Remember this?” They smiled. “You made it for my birthday when you were a small baby.” They smiled and put it around your neck, tying it softly as you looked at it. “You said it was so I could remember you forever… now it’s yours. It’s a promise, that I will come for you.” They smiled, hugging you.

“Wait!” You said, pulling away from the hug and running to your room. Your loud steps resonated on the house as you came back quickly. You smiled cheekily as you showed them a wool (f/c) wristband. You tied it around their right wrist and smiled.

“This is my promise to you that I’ll be there when you come to get me!” You both smiled as you melted in a loving hug.

//♡\\

[19/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain | Midday]

You sat on the window chair, bathing in the warm sun. Your Ausiàs March book rested on your lap.

It was the one of the few books you could own. A present from your grandfather.

You sighs as your favorite poem was presented before you, it’s pages slightly broken, your smile widen as you take a deep breath and start reading out loud your favorite poem:

XLVI

Veles e vents han mos desigs complir

faent camins dubtosos per la mar.

Mestre i ponent contra d’ells veig armar:

xaloc, llevant los deuen subvenir

ab llurs amics lo grec e lo migjorn,

fent humils precs al vent tramuntanal

que en son bufar los sia parcial

e que tots cinc complesquen mon retorn.

[Let wind conspire with sail to give me what I long for, carrying me across the sea's perilous highways! Even now I can see the winds from the West and North-West gathering hostile forces: the Sirocco and theSouth-Western must hold them back, enlisting the help of their allies, the North-Eastern and the Midi, and humbly imploring the North wind to lend its support, so that all five of them blowing together may bring about my return.]

Bullirà·l mar com la cassola en forn,

mudant color e l’estat natural,

e mostrarà voler tota res mal

que sobre si atur un punt al jorn.

Grans e pocs peixs a recors correran

e cercaran amagatalls secrets;

fugint al mar on són nodrits e fets,

per gran remei en terra eixiran.

[The ocean will bubble like a pot of stew taken to the baker's oven to cook, changing colour and losing its natural form as it seethes. Anything that ventures upon it, even for a single moment, will feel the force of its rage, and all the fish beneath will rush for shelter to secret hiding-places. But in the end they too will have to abandon the very sea which spawned and nurtured them and, in utter desperation, leap out on to dry land.]

Los pelegrins tots ensems votaran

e prometran molts dons de cera fets;

la gran paor traurà al llum los secrets

que al confés descoberts no seran.

En lo perill no·m caureu de l’esment,

ans votaré al Déu qui·ns ha lligats

de no minvar mes fermes voluntats

e que tots temps me sereu de present.

[There's not a pilgrim on my ship who will not call upon Heaven, making vows and promises of countless votive offerings of wax. Sheer terror will force out secrets that not even the confessor has learned. But in the midst of this danger, I shall think only of you, and I shall make my vow to that same God who joined us never to weaken in my resolve, and to keep you constantly in my thoughts.]

Jo tem la mort per no ser-vos absent,

perquè amor per mort és anul·lats;

mas jo no creu que mon voler sobrats

pusca ésser per tal departiment.

Jo só gelós de vostre escàs voler

que, jo morint, no meta mi en oblit.

Sol est pensar me tol del món delit

car, nós vivint, no creu se pusca fer:

[ I fear death only because it would mean absence from you, and because death blots out love. Not that I think that even such a separation could vanquish my desire. Rather, the fear that preys on me is that you do not desire me as you ought, so that, should I die, you would never think of me again. Even though it seems impossible that I should be less than happy while we both live, there is one thought that makes me wretched:]

aprés ma mort d’amar perdau poder

e sia tost en ira convertit,

e jo, forçat d’aquest món ser eixit,

tot lo meu mal serà vós no veer.

Oh Déu, ¿per què terme no hi ha en amor,

car prop d’aquell jo·m trobara tot sol?

Vostre voler sabera quant me vol,

tement, fiant, de tot l’avenidor.

[ that you would no longer be able to love me once I was dead, and that you would soon find your love turning to hate. As for me, driven from this world, I would feel no other torment than to be unable to look upon you. Oh God, if only there were bounds to love—for I alone among lovers would have almost reached them by now. Then, instead of being by turns full of fear and hope for all that the future might hold, I would know for sure how much love your heart harbors for me.]

Jo són aquell pus extrem amador

aprés d’aquell a qui Déu vida tol.

Puis jo són viu, mon cor no mostra dol

tant com la mort per sa extrema dolor.

A bé o mal d’amor jo só dispost,

mas per mon fat fortuna cas no·m porta.

Tot esvetlat, ab desbarrada porta,

me trobarà faent humil respost.

[ No one has ever taken his love to greater extremes than I—except those who have given their lives for its sake. While I continue to live, I cannot offer as much proof of my heart's suffering as I could by dying. I am prepared for whatever love has in store for me, good or bad. But Fortune has not yet revealed what my fate is to be. When she does, she will find me waiting up, my gates unbarred, ready to do her bidding humbly.]

Jo desig ço que·m porà ser gran cost

i aquest esper de molts mals m’aconhorta.

A mi no plau ma vida ser estorta

d’un cas molt fer, qual prec Déu sia tost;

lladoncs les gents no·ls calrà donar fe

al que amor fora mi obrarà;

lo seu poder en acte·s mostrarà

e los meus dits ab los fets provaré.

[ The very thing I pray will happen could cost me dear, and yet this same hope consoles me in my great suffering. In that fearful event, with which I pray God will provide me soon, I do not want my life to be spared. When that hour comes, people will see the outer signs of love in me, and will not need to take my word alone. Love's potentiality will be revealed in act, and I shall have proved my words with deeds.]

Amor, de vós jo·n sent més que no·n sé,

de què la part pijor me’n romandrà,

e de vós sap lo qui sens vós està.

A joc de daus vos acompararé.

[ Love, if only I understood you as much as I feel you! As things are, I'll be left with only that part of you that's no good to anyone. Nobody can know you for what you are until he is free of you. What can I compare you with, except a game of dice?]

As you sigh you heard soft claps, you turned to the door and saw your grandmother. She smiled warmly at you.

“You did so great my darling!” the old woman smiled. “you have an amazing voice!”

“¡Iaia!” [ grandma!] You yelled excitedly as you ran to hug her. Her frail arms surrounded you in her warmness. You smiled as your nostrils smelled that familiar smell mixed with the smell of flowers.

“La meua xicoteta pit-roig…” [my little robin] She smiled, brushing your hair. “ Don’t worry, you and I will have a lot of fun on the town.”

“But…(s/n)….(he/she)..” You started tearing up as she wiped them away.

“shhh, (he/she) will come back after everything passed…” she cooed

“but, iaia…what’s going on?” you sniffled.

“(Y/n)” Your father breathed. He was hugging your mother waist tightly. You mother looked on the verge of tears, her arms holding your father weakly, you were sure if your father wasn’t holding her she would be on her knees. Your grandma let you go to hug her daughter, who softly started sobbing and whispering to her. Your father came to you and kneel, hugging you tightly. His uniform felt cool to the touch, his hair tickled your temple as he let out a restrained sob.

“Be careful…” He whispered. “We will come for you soon. Just…be careful…”

“I will, papi…” You sniffled as you hugged him tightly. “Just…promise me whatever is going on…you’ll come back home.” You voice broke slightly as you said the last words.

“I will…” he smiled sadly. “I promise.” You hugged him tightly. Your mother broke to tears as your sibling and grandmother held her.

All of you knew he may not be able to hold his promise at all.

//♡\\

Spain then was broken in two, the known as rebel zone and the republican zone. Families alike where separated by war.

On Thursday July 23rd a National Defense Board, which would be set up the next day in Burgos. Their Decreet No. 1 established that it assumed "all the powers of the State" and that it would represent the country before foreign powers, although in the following weeks no country recognized it and continued to consider Spain's legitimate government the leftist republican José Giral. Franco was chosen as chief military commander at a meeting of ranking generals at Salamanca on 21 September, now called by the title Generalísimo. Two days after relieving the siege of Alcazáe, Franco proclaimed himself Caudillo ("chieftain", the Spanish equivalent of the Italian Duce and the German Führer -meaning: 'director')

On 1 October 1936, General Franco was confirmed head of state and armies in Burgos.

They were aided by Portugal, the Nazi Germany and fascist Italy, the second made of Spain their laboratory for their world war II weapons.

On July 27, 1936, the first Italian aircraft squadron sent by Benito Mussolini arrived in Spain.

//♡\\

[27/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Daytime]

“Kabenzotz!” He yelled as he held his red beanie tightly. He ran between the crowded streets. He bit his lip as he hided behind a group of nuns when he saw his father and his group exit a bar, the shotguns clearly shining on their backs. The nuns sensed his discomfort and stayed put until he saw his father turn the corner. He thanked them and keep running.

He was walking towards his hideout as he clutched a note tightly.

His teacher, Miss Echevarria who knew him since he was practically a toddler had pulled him aside. She knew his family, and she knew how lonely Jason was during the day. She told him she had an old friend whose sister was going to be isolated just like him, she told him they had sorted that both of them needed a friend…so why not them?

Jason sat on the dusty ground as he pulled the note open. It had a small note from his to be pen pal.

He pulled his old notebook and his pen as he read the small smuggled note.

Hola!

Hello stranger, my sibling told me you were going to be my friend?

Well. This is kind of weird as I don’t know if this will arrive to you.

But my name is (y/n) (l/n) I live in Valencia. I’m 14 years old and I like (f/sport), reading and (f/h). I hope we become good friends! Ill be waiting your response giddy!

Que tinges un bon dia! [Hope you have a good day]

-(y/n)

Jason smiled as he pulled the note on his pocket. He put his notebook on his lap as he started writing.

Kaixo! [hello!]

Its nice to meet you! I did receive the note yes! My teacher Miss Echevarria gave it to me!

My name is Jason, Jason Todd! I live in Vizcaya! But I want to see more than my small town! I like adventure, reading and poetry!

Um…could you tell me something about your town? I’ve heard the Mediterranean Sea is very blue and calm! And that you got some pretty flowers too!

I do hope we can become friends! You make me feel less alone!

Waiting eager for your answer!

Agur! zaindu! [Goodbye! Take care!]

-Jason

The next day, Jason gave his note to a noticeably tired and paler Miss Echevarria, who smiled at him and saved his note on her bag.

Later that day, his note was send through the mail.

“Soon” both of them smiled.

Even if the country was breaking, their bond wouldn’t.

As love had just bloomed.

(So, what do you think?? Do you think i should write a part 2?)

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