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amomentsescape · 3 months

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Sorry if the request is too weird for you, sometimes I can't tell if I'm being weird.. or just worrying too much, but could I request Slasher headcanon, if the reader gets pregnant? If you're comfort with that

Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: No worries at all! It's a great request, thank you! :)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy of course, a mix of angst and fluff (not all Slashers are happy about this)

DARK THEMES: A few of these Slashers will mention not keeping the child (Brahms is especially dark and is a bit Yandere themed).

Freddy Krueger

When you first tell him, he just laughs

There's no way you're being serious right now, right?

But when he sees you're not laughing, his grin turns into a frown

"That kid's not fucking mine"

Becomes angry

Freddy is barely even human at this point, there's no way that he could have had anything to do with your pregnancy

He kicks you out of the dream world and leaves you alone in your room to cry

It takes about a week before you find yourself back in his world, facing a very serious looking Freddy

Instead of him yelling at you like you expected, he just pulls you into a hug

He whispers an apology so low that you can barely hear it

When you pull back, he tells you that he needed time to think it over

But being a father wouldn't be so bad

He could turn the dream world into a kid's wonderland

Plus, he still cares about you

He still doesn't know how this happened, but he's come to just disregard that now

Michael Myers

Michael does not like children, nonetheless, having one of his own

You knew this, so the idea of telling him just scared you in all honesty

You pushed it off as long as you could until you knew you couldn't wait any longer

When you finally sat him down and told him, he was pissed

Told you to get rid of it

If you decide to, then things pretty much go back to normal

But if you say no, Michael will be gone

You'll wake up in the middle of the night some random time and find that you're alone

His things will be gone and there will be no trace of him

He'll leave enough food and drinks for you to survive a couple weeks

But that'll be it

You'll never see him again

Jason Voorhees

When you first told him, he literally just freezes up

You don't know what to do, becoming worried he is just going to walk out

But then he suddenly engulfs you in a hug, rocking back and forth

He may not be able to physically show it, but he is ecstatic!

He never thought he'd find someone who loved him, nonetheless want to start a family with him

So the idea that soon the cabin will have a mini you or him running around makes him so happy

Just know that his protective instincts are going to go into overdrive

Will not let you lift a finger

Will engorge you in literally every treat you can think of

And he will not let you leave the cabin unless he goes with you

He's protecting two precious lives now

He won't be flexible on that

But he makes up for it with his attentiveness

He makes less trips out unless you need something

He turns his attention on building a nice crib and area for your future child to rest and play

The idea of being a father just brings a whole new light to him

Thomas Hewitt

Oh my god

Thomas is floating in heaven right now

You? Carrying his child?

He's quite literally a puddle on the floor

He even begins to cry, inevitably causing your own tears to flow despite doing your best to hold them back

If you thought Thomas already spoiled you too much, expect for it to triple

Will cook for you 24/7

Even when you're not hungry, he still tries to get you to eat something since "you're eating for two now"

Will rub your feet and your back a few times a day, but especially before you go to sleep

And if you have any weird cravings?

He'll get them for you without a single hesitation

Thomas will definitely be the type to kneel down and kiss your belly

He's still just amazed that you could possibly be carrying his child in you

It really triggers his romantic side

Bubba Sawyer

When you tell him, he almost thinks you're kidding

You have to reassure him a few times before he finally believes you

But once he does, he's jumping and sprinting around the house

He tells his whole family immediately, not being able to hold his excitement inside

He picks you up and twirls you around, placing hundreds of sloppy kisses on your face

Will rub your belly and just stare at it fondly

He'll have trouble letting you do anything on your own though

Even needing to go the bathroom involves him picking you up and carrying you there

He becomes so worried about hurting the baby too

There was a short amount of time where he'd only hug you from behind because he thought hugging you normally would squish the child

He's so caring and yet so clueless

But you better believe that he will be such a loving father

You just need to keep an eye out though, or else Bubba will spoil that baby rotten

Brahms Heelshire

At first, he has mixed feelings about the situation

The idea that his own flesh and blood is growing inside of you makes him feel... good in a way?

It's like the ultimate possession in his eyes

He's quite literally a part of you now

But at the same time, the idea of raising a child and having to share your attention pisses him off

You're supposed to take care of him and follow his rules, not somebody else's

Even if that somebody else is his own kid

If you choose to stick it out and have the child, you'll notice things seem fine at first

Brahms may even offer to feed and look after the baby while you rest

The issue arises when a couple weeks into taking care of them, Brahms starts to feel cold

The baby requires so much of your attention- too much

They cry and cry and cry and won't give either of you a break

Brahms eventually snaps

You wake up one day to find the baby gone without so much as a trace

Brahms feigns innocence, but you know

Brahms is now for certain that there can only be him

Norman Bates

You're pregnant?

Oh, he's ecstatic!

He immediately has to tell Mother, of course

He's so attentive with you too after you tell him (not that he wasn't before)

Will keep track of your most common cravings and will stock up on them so you always have them on hand

He's already buying baby clothes at the store too even if you both don't know the gender quite yet

He'll tell little stories to your tummy, always ending them with a soft kiss

You notice that he's even more gentle than normal with you too

The way he hugs you and cuddles you at night is very soft, and he only gives you feather light touches

He's not even aware of it himself

He's always dreamed of raising his own family, but he wasn't sure that dream would ever be a reality for him

But he just knows you'll make a great parent, and he hopes he will too

Billy Loomis

When you first share the news, you have no idea how he'd react

He never really discussed having kids, and you weren't sure this would be something he'd want

When you told him, he just looked at the ground with a cold expression

When you probed him again, he looked at you

Accused you of cheating

After several times of telling him you didn't, he tells you that he can't do this

He wasn't ready, he was pretty sure he didn't even want kids, how could you do this to him?

This all built up until he stormed out, leaving you there hurt and teary eyed

You don't hear from him for a month

You're certain that's the end of that, and you were going to be left to raise this child alone

But he suddenly comes back, a baby blanket in his hand

To your confusion, he begins to apologize and tell you that he panicked

After taking that time away to think over everything, he realized that the last thing he wanted was to be like his father

He didn't want to just abandon his own child

He ends up sticking with you for the birth and after

Although a little rough around the edges, he ends up becoming a good father and even better partner for you

Stu Macher

He kind of immediately panics the moment you tell him the news

Not necessarily in a bad way, he just feels so unprepared

Of course, he's thought of creating a family with you

But that was supposed to be like 10 years from now

This feels too soon, and he's not sure he's quite ready for this change yet

But at the same time, he can't ignore his excitement

He loves children, and knowing that you'll be having his very own son or daughter makes his heart warm in a way he didn't think it could

Will spend the night thinking everything over

And by the next day, there's already a crib, toys, and 20 boxes of diapers setting by the bedroom

You're honestly in awe with how quickly he shifted his thoughts from the previous day

Will sit down with you and reassure you that he's going to stick it out with you

Everything will work out as long as you stick together, right?

Stu does love you too

He had no plans of going anywhere

Eric Draven

You almost begin to worry when you told Eric

He so desperately wanted to start a family with you

You knew this

But you also knew that he didn't want to do that until you were out of this dangerous city and in an area he was certain would be safe

So when you told him the news, you weren't sure what reaction you'd be met with

It was only when a large smile broke out across his face that you felt yourself relax

He lifts you off the ground and hugs you close to him, praising you and telling you just how happy he is

He truly can't believe that he's going to be raising his own child with the love of his life

He didn't even know this was a possibility for him anymore

He tries to lessen the amount of time he spends out at night

He hated leaving you home alone before, but now he has two lives counting on him to keep them safe

He isn't going to risk that

But on the nights that he does lose track of time, he always comes home with a takeout bag in hand, somehow knowing exactly what you want

He even makes a promise to get you both out of this city as soon as possible

He should have done it sooner, but now he has every single reason to do it

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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Ghost!Robin Part 10

Here's another WIP Wednesday! Hope you enjoy.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

First, Previous

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Alfred let out a put-upon sigh. “You, and you alone”—he gave a look to everyone at the table—“may ask Mr. Danny a single question. All other questions must wait until Mr. Danny has finished his dessert and informs you he is willing to answer more of them.”

“What the fuck does Jazz mean when she says ‘spoilers’?”

Danny sighed and leaned his chair back as he looked up to the ceiling. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. You deserve an answer to that, dead boyfriend number two.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m finally not the only dead one in the family. Sorry, but I’m gonna revel in that a bit longer.” Danny grinned at him and set his chair back on the ground. “So, spoilers. Well. My grandpa is kinda the Ghost of Time. Responsible for maintaining the time stream to bring about the future that has the best outcome for the most amount of beings. We met a few years back when he was ordered to kill me but became my mentor instead. Since he’s the ghost of time, he sees all futures and doesn’t really exist in the present. Sometimes he refers to things that haven’t happened yet as if they have or brings up events from centuries or millenia ago as if they happened yesterday. Bit headache inducing if I’m honest, but I’ve gotten used to it. Jazz doesn’t like it when I share details about what Gramps has let slip about her future.”

“No I do not. I’d rather live my life as if I have some degree of free will!”

The silence from the Waynes was only disrupted by the increased typing from Tim and Barbara.

“You know what,” said Jason after a beat, “I don’t even know why I’m surprised. Jazz, your brother’s life is insane and I say that as a zombie from a family of vigilantes.”

Danny shook his head and swallowed a bite of ice cream. “You aren’t a zombie. Zombies don’t retain any memories of their lives and they can’t think. Not sure what you are, to be honest. You’re ghostly in some way as evidenced by Robin and his ability to use and eat ectoplasm. Which you also recognized, if by a different name. Though, I will reiterate, ectoplasm shouldn’t bubble or collect in pits in the living realms.”

Jason stared at him for a moment before stabbing his spoon into his own pie. He muttered something under his breath and projected, restraint, hold it in.

Danny sighed. He really shouldn’t drag this out any longer. His remaining desert was gone in a few bites.

“Fine. I’m done. How do we want to do this?”

Jazz cleared her throat, “If I may, I have a suggestion.”

Bruce nodded and gestured for her to continue.

“Look, if we take the time to answer every single question about the Infinite Realms and ghost culture, history, biology, and psychology, we will be here for years. Now, Danny’s partner Tucker is our tech guy. We can have him send over a document tomorrow with much of the information we think would be necessary for you to have. You can review it on your own time line and verify it with Justice League Dark or whomever. And you can formulate a list of questions you need further clarification on. Sound fair?”

Jazz was the best. Danny sent her a wave of love you, thanks, you’re amazing and she squeezed his knee under the table.

Bruce hummed. “And what do you wish to talk of tonight?”

Jazz leaned back slightly and looked at Danny. “Danny? I think this is all you.”

Danny nodded. To the table he said, “Over half of you are in danger from the Guys in White. I suppose I should start with showing you how.” The ecto-trackers he had pulled out earlier still sat ignored on the table. He grabbed his own version and took a position kneeling between Bruce and Barbara. Tim got up to stand behind him. Everyone else also got to their feet and started moving closer.

Danny clicked his tongue. “The screen is too small for all of you to see. Jason, stay seated over there. It’ll be easier to show what’s going on with you if you and Robin aren’t right next to each other. Damian and Cass, you are the next most affected so come over. Everyone else, I’ll show you the exact same things just after.”

Cass gave him a single nod and slid out of her seat. Damian didn’t say anything, but pushed his chair out and stalked over. He stood as far from Tim as he could while still being able to look over Danny’s head at the small screen. Cass took her place between the two.

Whatever, their family drama was not his problem. He turned on the machine. “So this device tracks ectoplasm. My design is the most sophisticated on Earth. Green is free ectoplasm—ectoplasm that isn’t part of a ghost or sentient being. Purple indicates a liminal human. Blue is an unknown ghost. Red is a known, unfriendly ghost. Yellow is a known, friendly ghost. Orange is a halfa like me. The intensity of the color indicates the strength of the being.”

“What is a liminal human?” asked Bruce. “You’ve mentioned them before.”

“I didn’t go over that?” asked Danny as colored shapes began to appear on the screen. A bright orange blob appeared in the middle, himself. He was surrounded by three purple blobs, Cass and Damian were the brightest, Steph the dimmest at the other end of the table. But what really drew his eye was Robin. He was mostly blue, but a wave of blue-organge-purple connected him to Jason who was mostly purple. Both of their main beings had some of all three colors mixed in. Danny had never seen anything like it.

But he couldn’t focus on the strange display right now. Saving the image, he decided to ask Jason later if he could show Frostbite and Tucker to get their insight. “Liminals are humans who have been exposed to ectoplasm in some way. Either through death or long-term, low-level exposure. Overtime, it makes you death-touched and that changes a person. Everyone is different. Jazz has a degree of super strength, a ghostly obsession, and true empathy. Tucker has some technopathy; Sam a green thumb like you wouldn’t believe.” Though, this was Gotham, home to Poison Ivy. “Or, well, maybe you would, living in Gotham.” Danny pointed to the purple blob that represented Bruce. “This indicates you have quite a high level of liminality. Jazz”—he pointed to where she was, her color clearly brighter than any of the Waynes—“is currently the third most liminal person I know of on Earth.” He then pointed to Stephanie, a much dimmer purple haze. “And Steph is only lightly touched.”

Bruce hummed. “So this Ghost Investigation Ward will use a device like this to track any of us who have any sort of ectoplasm in us.”

“Yeah. Only theirs isn’t nearly as good.” Danny looked to his sister. “Jazz, mind passing the GIW device down?”

“Of course.” The GIW ectoplasmic radiation sensor had their signature sleek, white design. It was passed down the line from Jazz until Bruce was able to hand it to Danny.

“Thanks.” Danny took it and turned it on. “So the GIW design looks good, but can’t differentiate between different types of ectoplasm. As of now, they aren’t even aware of liminals.”

This device, when it turned on, showed a black screen with a white bar that went up and down at a steady pace. A loading bar was visible on the bottom labeled “Scanning.”

“As you can see, theirs takes a lot longer to get readings.” It finished loading. “Here we go.” Danny was a large green shape labeled “Phantom.”

Robin was also a green shape, though he was distorted with a tail leading towards Jason. He had no label. The others, excluding Stephanie who wasn’t displayed at all, showed up as a green haze.

“Thanks to my parents, they have good readings on me which is why my name shows up. They aren’t usually too focused on identifying ghosts, though, which is why Jason-Robin doesn’t have a label. I’m a special case. The rest of you are safe from a distance, but that haze means they’d take you in for questioning at the very least.”

“Hn. What is the range on these devices?” asked Bruce.

Danny shrugged. “My stuff? From anywhere. I track through the Infinite Realms, not by Earth. GIW? Jason-Robin, they’ll be able to detect something from probably ten miles out of city limits, but they’d need to be within half a mile to get an accurate location. The Fentons? Mile or so. They get an exact location or nothing.”

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I don't really think I have much to say about this segment. The info dump has started! Thank you Jazz for keeping people on track. Alfred will help her if he feels people start pushing too much.

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siconetribal · 23 days

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 9

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Threats, Harassment, Discussion of possible links to/interest in criminal activity, and Y/N being a trouble magnet

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

The store was spotless. The last customer had left about half an hour ago. There was nothing else to do, so Y/N took it upon herself to make sure it was pristine and ready for the next night traveler that would grace the establishment. Did she honestly expect anyone to come in? No, but this just meant she had one last thing to do before the shift was through.

“And now, I wait.” She mumbled as hopped up onto the stool behind the counter. It was going to be a boring and hellish shift with so little to do, but that just meant she was getting paid to do nothing. And that is far better than having to deal with some cranky customer. Grabbing her book from under the counter, she dove into the realm that awaited. A place where good, evil, and morally grey collided into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Within these pages, she was not some minimum wager struggling to make ends meet in some crime-ridden city. Within these bound sheets, she was free…until the chime of the front door pulled her back to reality. Of course, someone comes in just when I thought I’d be doing nothing.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here.” The familiar accented voice made Y/N’s jaw tighten as she slipped her bookmark back into the book and looked up to see none other than Citlalli’s troublesome cousin, Matías, and his posse of trouble. The one who always had some kind of job that would promise big reward, and would definitely get you killed if you were lucky. She could still recall the look on the Penguin's face when he realized he was being had. A look she never wanted to see once in her lifetime, let alone again.

I’d rather deal with those secret menu drinks and hear the brainless chatter of the overprivileged youth than deal with him. A lobotomy sounds delightful, even. “Welcome, what can I get started for you today?” She plastered on her award-winning customer service smile as she stood from the stool and stepped up to the register.

“C’mon Lindura, don't be like that.” He softly clicked his tongue and reached across the counter to grab her hand. Y/N was quick to pull her arm back to her side.

“I will have to ask you to refrain from reaching across the counter, sir. If you need time for your order, you may do so, but I request you step aside. Anyone who is ready in the group, I am happy to help.”

“Damn, Matty, she’s not playing with you today.” The group snickered.

“Fuck off, that’s just how mi pequeña petardo is.” Matías eyed Y/N and smirked. It made her skin crawl, and she wanted to burn every inch that had the poor luck of being seen by such a leering gaze. “Isn’t that right, Nena? You like playing hard to get, don't worry, I’m not giving up that easy.”

No, please do. Give up, better yet, please walk into a wall however many times it takes for you to completely forget about my existence as a whole. She bit back the retort, reminding herself that she was at work and being recorded. She needed this job to pay off the 4k. “Sir, I'm not "playing ard to get", you're simply impossible to want. I am but a simple café employee working her shift, nothing more. So, what would you like?”

“For you to finally say yes and be mine.” She had to admit it was a smooth answer, but coming from him it was more greasy, like deep fried onion rings fresh out of the fier and still swimming in the oil. Her temple began to throb as the group cheered and encouraged Matías to go on. Emboldened, he leaned over the counter some more and attempted to grab her again. She smacked his hand away and glared.

“Strike two, Matías, keep this up, and I’ll call the cops.” She kept her voice flat as she glared at him. “Now, do you want to order anything or not? If not, get out and leave me alone. I’m not interested in you, your idiotic lackeys, or whatever pitch you're trying to sell.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to us like that, bitch?” The one to Matías’ right snapped, grabbing and tugging her closer by the front of her apron. “Do you know who you’re messing with?” It was obvious from the clothes that he wore and the way he held himself, this guy was a hot headed rich kid trying to be cool.

“Someone with severe halitosis?” She rolled her eyes, trying to tug his hand off of her apron. “Let me go, or you'll regret it.”

“Regret it?” The rich kid scoffed. “How? Gonna call the cops? Then what? Even if we give ya the chance to call them, it’s gonna take time for them to get here. That gives us plenty of time for some fun. Plus my dad knows the commissioner, they can’t do shit” His slimy smug smirk was the last straw. Her free hand gripped the counter edge as she tried to create distance by pulling back as she tugged at his wrist in the opposite direction.

“I’m how.” Everyone turned at the newcomer’s voice, surprised to see that someone else was there at all, since the door had not chimed at someone else coming in.

No way, Wonder Boy?! Y/N’s jaw dropped at the turn of luck of having someone as witness to the harassment.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be? Piss off and mind your own business.” The tallest of the group stepped forward.

“Guys, settle down.” Matías glared at Jason. There was something unnerving about him, and he knew fighting him as they are now would be a loss on their end. “Joey, let her go.”

“But Matty,” the rich kid turned to their leader to insist, but one look from Matías was all it took for him to back down. “You’re lucky, bitch.” He sneered, shoving her backwards hard enough to send her falling back into the counter behind her. The sharp pain up her spine was hard to ignore, but she refused to give them the satisfaction.

“You’ve misunderstood the situation, my friend! Lindura and I, we go way back. She’s my cousin’s best friend, after all.” He gave Jason a broad smile as he hooked an arm around Joey. “Joey here likes to play rough, we were all just joking around. We were actually in to see our good friend Ryan. He was supposed to be in tonight, which is why we stopped by in the first place. Seeing Lindura was just a big surprise.”

So he was expecting Ryan? Or is he just bluffing and just said the first generic white name he could think of? Y/N eyed Citlalli’s cousin with great suspicion. Her gut was telling her that it was most likely the former, and there was a lot that was not being said. Knowing what she did about him, what was unsaid was usually dangerous, and her expensive knight in shining armor did not need to get involved in all that. Is he trying to get other staff mixed up in his schemes? Don’t tell me he’s trying to pull a fast one on the Penguin again. Or is this him trying to gain turf and get noticed by some other criminal mastermind? Didn’t he idolize the Riddler or Scarecrow? Yeah, I need to be associated with that just as much I need a hundred bullets turning me into human Swiss cheese!

“Lindura?” She snapped out of her thoughts at the call of the annoying pet name she was given by Matías.

“For the hundredth time, quit calling me that.” She snapped. Shit, what did he say? “Also, don't get me or him involved in whatever this is. You’re on private property and our company wants nothing to do with any of it, understand? If you’re not ordering, leave. He wants to order, and you’re holding him up.” She motioned to Jason, purposely avoiding any confirmation of someone named Ryan being employed here. The less she said, the more distance she could keep from whatever was going on. I’ll just let Mr. B know later. I better let Cici know, too, I don’t want her or the rest of her family getting dragged into his nonsense. Matías glared at her response, looking between her and Jason in silence. He was clearly angry with her and her answer, but said nothing more. He turned towards the door, which was behind Jason, and shoved past him. His little group of lackeys followed suit, glaring and sneering at Jason, who barely even flinched at their attempts of intimidation. He turned and watched the group climb into their car and drive off before turning back to face Y/N.

“So, he’s really a friend of yours or,” he trailed off.

“More like a pain in my side. Like he said, he’s my best friend’s annoying cousin.” She sighed, rubbing the sore spot on her back. “Thanks, for stepping in like that. He’s…not the best person to be around and hangs around unsavory people, as you saw. I want as little to do with him as possible, but he just can’t seem to take a hint.”

“Is that what you call hinting? I’d hate to see what you being blunt is,” he chuckled as he walked up to the counter. Does she remember who I am? “So, this would be the second time I save you?”

Ah, so he does know it’s me! “Are you asking? Because I might need to start charging you, again.” He raised his hands up in mock surrender.

Yup, definitely does. “Purely rhetorical, but if you must, you can put it on my tab.” He chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes at his confidence, she had to. Otherwise, she would have found it cute, and she needed to not find him anymore attractive than she already did. “So, are you closing up shop or can I order?”

“Sadly, I’m stuck here until the next shift comes in at 8. For some reason, we need to be a 24-hour location. So, what’ll it be, Wonder Boy? Order whatever you like, it’ll be on the house. The Least I can do for you since you saved me from that mess.” She straightened her apron and stood in front of the register once more.

“Something tells me your boss won’t like that, and you'll end up paying for it. How about I buy us both something, and you come join me at a table?” Jason offered, looking around at the vacant shop, to point out that she really had nothing to lose if she did. It was a very tempting offer, though she was equally happy with just sitting back here and reading her book, but when would be the next time she would meet him? To get a chance to actually talk to him and sort out this hotel mess?

“Well, if you insist,” she forced a heavy sigh of reluctance. “What’ll you have? The bakery items are either made in house or bought fresh from local shops, by the way. I’d suggest one of the sandwiches if you're looking for something more filling or aren't too big on sweets.” He hummed audibly as he stepped to the right, peering into the display case before glancing up at the menu that was hung up behind her before making his selection and insisting she or more than a drink. As promised, he paid for the entire order, and she quickly got to work making everything.

The second son of Bruce Wayne silently watched as she moved around behind the counter, sometimes disappearing behind the door to what he could only assume was the kitchen. After weeks of searching, he finally had her. He finally found the young woman he landed into a sizable amount of financial hardship, and she was not against spending time with him. Now I just need to figure out a way to bring up the topic. If those assholes didn’t make such a scene, I could've easily brought it up now and insisted on paying. But now she’s going to feel indebted to me for saving her again, and might fight me on it. There's got to be a way to make this work. He frowned, crossing his arms as he watched the back of her head move left and right as she began to make whatever drink she had put in for herself. He knew it could not be his order, he kept it simple with coffee, medium with creamer and sugar. The fact that I broke a coffee machine, and she works at a café, she must really think I’m some sort of imbecile. He ruffled his hair to release some pent-up frustration.

“Here’s your coffee and sandwich. Here’s my drink and pastry,” he heard her mumble to herself as she reviewed the ticket once more before stepping out from behind the counter. “We should be good. If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll grab it for you. Anywhere in particular you want to sit?” He glanced around the room before settling on a window side table that was a half booth on the window with chairs on the opposite.

That looks like it’s the closes to the counter, so she doesn’t have to go running if someone else comes in, and the lot is visible from there too. If those assholes decide to come back, I can handle it. “Over there is fine.” He pointed towards the table, placing everything on his tray and carrying it over. Y/N watched with raised eyebrows at the gentlemanly treatment. She was not one to judge by looks, but he certainly did not look like the type to be so courteous. “Are you coming?” She blinked away her look of surprise as she walked towards him.

“Color me impressed. Is saving damsels your forte?” She grabbed the chair to take a seat when Jason motioned for her to sit in the booth.

“I’ll let you know if you got anyone coming in.” He took the chair from her and sat down. “As for me saving damsels, I guess it depends. Do you make it a business to always be in distress?” He smirked, stirring his coffee a bit before taking a sip.

“I don’t make it my business, if you must know. Trouble likes to court me whenever it gets the chance.” She scowled, plopping onto the cushioned seating. “And it seems like you are around quite often when it’s doing its damnedest. Should I be wary of you?”

Oh, you have no idea. “Is that any way to treat your savior, twice over?” He exaggerated his frown as he leaned back into his seat.

“That depends, are you causing the trouble so you can do the saving, or am I just that lucky to have you around to save me?”

“You’re not ‘just lucky’ if it’s me doing the saving. You could say I’m a bit of a professional,” he thumbed his nose, earning a loud “ha” from Y/N.

“Fancy yourself as some sort of warrior of justice? A lesser known caped crusader?”

“No capes, definitely no capes.” He sternly answered. Y/N stared at him, surprised by the tone of his voice, but ended up laughing it off, just like the last statement. He was clearly playing along with her line of inquiry. Jason, on the other hand, was being honest and was a little annoyed by her lack of believing him. It did not help that he found her laughter melodious and the joy of it so infectious that it placated the momentary irritation of her waving his words off as something humorous.

“Ok, a capeless crusader, got it.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “Well, thank you, in all seriousness. You really saved me on both counts. I’m pretty sure that drink you took on my behalf was drugged, which would explain why you were so out of it afterwards. And even now, even though he knows me, Matías wasn’t going to stop that Joey guy from causing a ruckus. The last thing I need is something that’ll cost me or Cici’s job.”

“Cici, that’s the girl who took my order last time, right?” He thought back to his first visit here. He recalled reading the name tag of the employee he requested to keep his association with Bruce Wayne hidden.“The one and only,” she nodded her head. “Which, speaking of, I wasn’t, she didn’t-” she let out a heavy sigh and raised a finger signaling that she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. Jason raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing as he let her take her time while he ate his sandwich. How exactly do I explain this without sounding like I’m blaming him or demanding money?

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britcision · 1 year

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Aw, I’ll be nice this week I think, assuage your fears

Just a little early taste of the next chapter

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Well, Brucie Wayne hadn’t died. Gotham escaped annihilation by a sliver. There might still be something of worth left in this dump.

Vlad wandered amongst the guests as they returned to the main hall, wondering idly where those bloody Wayne “children” had all gone.

For all that people were sooo protective of them, no one seemed to care where they were during the actual danger. Typical.

Not that he minded. Vlad would be quite happy not to run into any of them again for quite some time. He had fences to mend first, and no desire to provide more fuel to the fire.

There was some form of commotion off to one side of the hall, yet more yelling, and Vlad let himself drift over. Honestly, the voices were almost familiar…

Although some of the more choice words weren’t. Vlad assumed they were vile exhortations of some sort, especially from the gasps of those around him.

It was actually rather impressive. He thought he had a rather extensive vocabulary of curses, but someone was putting him to shame.

At least his little moving bubble of space was usual as he made his way through the crowds. People who got too close soon realised who he was and pushed their way into the crowds to avoid him.

No jostling for Vladdie today. Maybe it wasn’t the very worst after all.

He was honestly a little surprised to find Samantha and Pamela Manson in full duet. As much as Samantha always wanted to scream herself hoarse at these events, usually she kept a lid on it.

It took a moment for the words to sink in, to realise that Daniel and young Jason were at the center of even this little ball of ire. His jaw dropped.

“I CANNOT believe you?! Why is it ALWAYS like this, EVERY TIME?! I was DEFENDING YOU and you can’t keep your legs shut for a minute at a time!” Samantha bellowed, fists clenched and a glint of tears in her eye.

“You utter HARLOT! Shameless STRUMPET, leading that INNOCENT BOY astray! DISGRACING my poor baby girl, you are WORSE THAN YOUR PARENTS Daniel Fenton!”

Pamela was actually crying, being held by her husband to prevent her from either running to Sam or full on attacking Daniel.

Vlad was going to put his money on attacking. The Manson women had a worrying streak of rage. Although…

Brows furrowing he tuned out the noise for a moment (Pamela had clearly been reading a lot of period romances) and focused on the thread of emotion he’d picked up.

Samantha was… delighted. Vlad might have suspected it was just at the chance to finally scream at a gala, but there were no darker feelings anywhere.

She was having a wonderful time. And Daniel and Jason, for all that they looked contrite, for all that Daniel’s head was slumped, were equally delighted.

Something was going on here, something all three young people had orchestrated. From the content of the yelling and the state of undress…

Vlad’s eyes widened. Daniel was wearing Jason’s tie. Jason’s shirt was missing three buttons.

Well that would certainly put both young men in an excellent mood, but at a gala?!

He was quite sure his cheeks must have blanched at just the thought. He’d noticed they were fond of each other, but so soon?

Perhaps Jason would have to be a son-in-law rather than an actual son. He simply wouldn’t accept the other way round, no matter how much Daniel might resist.

Daniel was perfect… if apparently a little easy. Not disloyal though, which was something of a relief. He’d never have considered Daniel capable, since he was loyal to his friends long past the point of fault.

Even now, he was perfectly happy to be harangued by both Samantha and her mother to allow Sam to make some sort of point.

He was distantly aware of the crowd parting again, but didn’t turn to acknowledge the arrival of… Brucie. He looked a little the worse for wear, likely from the thermos more than the actual rogues.

A thin smear of blood at his hairline betrayed where the thermos had struck, and the faint shadow of an oncoming bruise. He should probably be having someone scan his head, but since it usually appeared to be empty that was probably of little concern.

Well, he wasn’t likely to pay Vlad any mind.

Not with this little display.

Bruce had barely had time to pull Damian aside in the hopes of a debrief before shrieks and yelling once more filled the dining hall.

It couldn’t be Harvey after all, could it? As annoyed as Robin clearly was by the distraction, Bruce had no choice. He headed to the center of the yelling.

No matter how much it made his throbbing head pulse.

It definitely wasn’t Harvey at least. While Two Face probably knew all of the words being yelled, he would never say more than half of them. Not even at his worst.

The thought almost dragged a smile out of him, but a particularly loud curse rang off the marble and set up echoes in his skull. At least one of the voices was almost familiar.

The crowd parted without him having to jostle through it, and he’d never been more grateful to Gotham’s high society. Didn’t quite think about why they might want to help him get to the center of the action.

Damian - no, still Robin until he changed, had disappeared into the crowd at some point, but Bruce forged on anyway. He’d probably gone back to help Red Robin watch over Croc.

For now, he just had to focus on whatever else had gone wrong this evening, finally stepping through into an almost clear patch of floor and what must have been the commotion.

And arrived just in time to see Sam Manson turning from berating Danny and Jason, to point an accusing finger at her mother. Pamela actually shut up in surprise.

“And YOU! This is ALL your fault! If you had just let me be with Valerie this NEVER would have happened! She would NEVER do this to me! I’m NEVER dating another man again!”

Pamela looked like she might faint, her face pale as her daughter’s words sank in.

It didn’t take Gotham’s best detective to work out what must have happened. A quick glance at Danny and Jason showed them both… far more dishevelled than simply making out in the closet would allow.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, clocking the missing buttons, ruffled hair, Jason’s still partially open pants, and his stomach sank.

At a gala. Even in the height of his playboy days, Brucie had never gotten caught at a gala. He had a sudden sympathy for Alfred and resolved to give the man his most sincere apologies.

If Bruce’s heyday was anything like this for the old man, he owed him far more than that. Maybe a fruit basket. A nice new shotgun.

He stepped forward quickly, taking advantage as Sam drew in a breath to try and inject some calm.

“I’m terribly sorry, but what has happened here?”

All eyes turned immediately to him and he spread his hands, gesturing for peace. Pamela rallied at once, pulling free of her husband and shooting Danny an utterly poisonous look.

“Oh I am so sorry Brucie, this is entirely my fault! We should never have brought that awful Fenton boy, he’s been CORRUPTING your poor Jason, taking advantage of him, he’s a dreadful influence!” She fluttered, clearly unsure where to direct her attention.

Behind her mother, Sam snorted loudly.

“It was Jason’s dick in Danny’s ass, MOM, I’m pretty sure he was involved!”

And that seemed to fluster both boys more than any of the previous yelling, Danny’s cheeks burning as he clapped both hands over his mouth. Jason was doing his best not to laugh.

Bruce gave him a Look, because they Would be discussing this later, and wasn’t in the least surprised when Jason just rolled his eyes. Still, there had to be limits.

Danny clearly had a far greater hold over Jason than he’d feared. It was an effort to force himself to remember Danny’s youth.

Bruce had been that age not all that long ago. And, as he’d just realised, probably a lot worse in certain specific ways. Perhaps they were just indiscrete. It didn’t all have to be a devious plot.

He gave Pam his very best soothing smile, taking her hand gently.

“It has been a very dramatic evening already, I’m sure the boys were just over excited. They will go and wash up and then Jason and I will have a quiet. Word.” He layered the last two words with intent.

Honestly, this was perfect. An excuse to get Jason alone, get a report direct from the source. Jason wouldn’t tell the truth, but Bruce knew him well enough to know what the lies he told concealed.

Sam Manson seemed equally derisive of the idea as Jason himself, shooting Bruce a vicious glare that looked eerily like her mother’s.

He almost took a step back. But she didn’t have that thermos anymore.

“Of course Famous Playboy Brucie doesn’t think fucking around with someone else’s partner is a big deal! Where do you think Jason learned it?” She snarked, sending an icy dagger straight into Bruce’s heart.

Had he done that? No, it was just his aching head. And the building wave of exhaustion. Jason knew as well as the others that the playboy thing was a front.

Had Jason ever had good relationship role models though? His parents certainly weren’t, and Bruce himself had definitely never been much of one.

If the closest thing he had was Talia, perhaps that explained why he’d fallen so easily under Danny’s sway…

His mind was wandering. Perhaps he should have one of his boys check him for a concussion.

As if summoned by his thoughts, suddenly Nightwing and Signal were there, pushing through the crowd. Thank all that was good that this was about to be not his problem for a while.

“Alright everyone, calm down, the cops are already on their way, let’s not also give them a murder,” Nightwing declared far too gleefully. It set off… something, but Bruce couldn’t quite put his finger on what.

Maybe taking the chance to head home early was a good idea after all. It wasn’t as though Jason would be courting donors for his own projects today.

No, Jason was courting much worse things, a dark little part of Bruce grumbled, and he fought to squash it down.

Jason was an adult, and whatever choices he made with other consenting adults, no matter how bad said choices were, were his own.

Since when were any of his baby boys old enough to be caught fooling around in closets?

Maybe he also needed to go and sit down.

#danny fenton dead and loving it #wip wednesday #not over til the goth lady says fucj #sam gets her explosion #but then we ending the damn gala #we’re not even a third through the outline yet #dpxdc #dp x dc #dead on main ship #danny x jason

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aflamboyanceofflamingos · 11 months

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I am in need of a fic with the Core Four where it’s like Thanksgiving or something, so Cassie, Bart, and Kon (because Clark is a good dad in this and I need to see Kon and Jon being angels to Ma as she scolds Clark) all go home.

However, when it comes to Tim, the Batfam thinks he’s with Jack and Dana and Tim doesn’t want to tell them that Dana had to work an extra shift that day, so she asked Tim if they could celebrate tomorrow (because we love Dana Winters), and Jack decided it wasn’t important if Dana wasn’t going to be there, but Tim doesn’t want to tell Bruce that because he feels bad about possibly taking Jason’s spot

Tim ends up staying in San Francisco alone, and accidentally going off grid when decides to go stand on a rooftop dramatically or something because he’s kinda homesick, or maybe doing something he used to do with Janet

The Core Four realize that Tim is missing and they all rush home, searching everywhere, only to find him as a civilian in a photo gallery or something, and get upset that he had just gone of the grid before feeling guilty that they hadn’t realized Tim would be alone

They decide to hang out together for the rest of the day, stopping by Ma’s to get food and go to the Watchtower, which is empty for plot reasons, and proceed to have a giant Nerf Gun War, effectively managing to break something very expensive and get paint and glitter everywhere (no one’s really knows where either of those things came from)

They also cover every single photo of the Justice League with ones of their civilian identities doing stupid things and all group photos are now the Core Four making funny faces (the only ones untouched are those of superheroes who have passed, but Jason’s is replaced by a much better one that may or may not having been taken by 11 year old Tim)

Once Batman finds out about the chaos, Clark tells him “they might be amazing heroes, but they’re still just kids” and Bruce is still upset until he walks into the Kitchen and sees a photo of Clark Kent wearing a Batman onesie (“I tack my statement back” “oh don’t be mad, they’re just kids, right”)

#tim drake #core four #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #kon el #conner kent

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 2 years

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Batman gets hit with truth serum and everyone is expecting groundbreaking government secrets or some stupid bullshit but instead it’s Bruce crying about how much he loves his kids and Alfred. He doesn’t even realise they’re in the same room.

Bruce: “Alfred is as much my father as my actual father you know. I hope he knows how much I appreciate him.”

Alfred: *smiles knowingly*

Bruce: “Dick is so good and pure! He taught me to be better and without him I wouldn’t be the man I am. I don’t know how he’s so good because he certainly doesn’t get it from me.”

Dick: “Aw Bruce.”

Bruce: “Jason was so cute and so inherently good and even as Red Hood he still just wants to protect people. I wish he came home more because I miss him. His death destroyed me..”

Jason: “I. . . I don’t know what to say.”

Bruce: “Tim is brilliant! He’s a genius! He’s even smarter than Alfred and I thought that was impossible! He saved me after Jason’s death, and every day I despise his parents for neglecting him.”

Tim: “I think I may cry.”

Bruce: “Damian deserved a better upbringing than he had. He seems so angry but he’s so good too. He loves animals and he loves his siblings and his face lights up when you ask about his drawings and whenever the part of him that’s my little boy shines through I become so happy”

Damian: “Father. . .”

Bruce: “Cass is a perfect fighter, but every day I wish I could have gone back and stopped that, because she deserved a better life than growing up to be a weapon. She’s amazing and kind and I’m so proud of the woman she is.”

Cass: *tears up*

Bruce: “Steph is absolutely nothing like her father. She’s just like the rest of my kids, good and kind and brilliant and so much better than he could ever be. I haven’t always shown it but she is as much my kid as the others.”

Steph: *is desperately trying to come up with a joke a getting too choked up to think of one at all*

Bruce: “I hope Duke knows that I don’t think differently of him because he’s metahuman. I’m so glad he’s here. He’s one of my kids.”

Duke: “I’m so glad I’m here”

Cue Bruce finally noticing his kids and wrapping them up in his cape with him while Alfred watches fondly. Jason doesn’t even squirm all that much.

This is great. But then we just need one of the kids to ask a potentially embarrassing question at the end because this is a feel good moment but also when are you going to get a chance like this again, you know?

#batman #bruce wayne #batfam #batkids #truth serum

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nectaric · 11 months

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happy birthday, zeus !! (may 24)

in honour of ten years of zeus birthdays (and 11 years of writing him), i wanted to do a little something to celebrate all my amazing roleplay partners and talk about how important y'all have been in either a) influencing my writing, b) influencing my portrayal, or c) being a reason i want to come here and write ten years later.

as many of you know (or are about to learn), zeus has been the actual love of my life for over a decade now. he was one of the first characters i ever roleplayed, and i have stuck with him pretty consistently this whole time. i could wax poetic forever about how much he means to me, and how important writing him has been in my life, but i'll spare you all a glimpse into my crazy. just know, zeus means the world to me. and if he has gone through growth in all the time we've worked together, then so have i. i was an extremely nerdy, extremely obsessive little teenager in her basement bedroom with big dreams and now i'm married, working the job i have always wanted, with a beautiful dog and big plans. it feels kinda crazy that i get to share so much of that with all of you.

and so many of you amazing people have been apart of that journey or have just joined and are giving me reasons to keep writing!

it wouldn't be right if i didn't start off with @ichoric. accepting me into your little roleplay group almost 11 years ago literally changed the trajectory of my life. you are literally one of my best friends in the entire world - we have seen each other grow through so much, have been there for each other through good shit and the bad. not only have you seriously influenced me as a writer through all of our shenanigans (drowning hazel, titans 2, scary ares, the time we sat next to each other on my couch and roleplayed the entire aphrares wedding for hours), but you have genuinely influenced me as a person. forget how much i love your portrayals, and the depth and creativity you pour into them, so much life and love and intensity that is a delight to behold - but so much of becoming who i am now has been with you at my side and i love you so much i'm lowkey crying as i type this. thank you for 10 + great years and i can't wait for more!

@kissofthemuses amber, i think getting to write zeus / hera with you permanently altered my brain chemistry. its crazy to think about just how long we've actually known each other -- but getting to see everything you get up to, all your cosplaying and adventures, has been a gift <3 not only do i feel like i have become a more mature individual thanks to being taken under your wing a little, but i also feel as though my zeus has fundamentally changed because of your portrayal and that's so powerful.

@pistolslinger nat maybe i'm just an emotional goober but you have always been such a beacon of light on my dash, long before you went off and became a crow. writing with you has always been so wonderful and enriching and i just know i can count on your for a laugh or heartbreak or general tomfoolery. never mind that you're so kind and open to everyone you seem to come across, but you're also really talented??? in so many ways???? i still think about our jason n zeus superhero au sometimes. incredible, thank you <3

@stygicniron talk about an og!!! hilary, we have been writing together for so long and every interaction is an absolute gem. you and i have been in the trenches of this fandom and somehow come out the other side relatively unscathed and i know part of that is how kind and wonderful and creative you are, but also because of how talented and solid your portrayal of nico is. i have seen few people have as good of a grasp on a character as you and its always an absolute joy to get to write anything with you. thank you for coming on this journey with me!!

@littleblackqrow khristle, you have been such a constant in my online life for years its genuinely difficult to remember a time before we followed each other and wrote together. the fact that i get to write with you despite fandom changes (because you have impeccable taste) is really so awesome and i've just really loved getting to write with you, talk with you ooc, and just experience being your rp partner for so long. between apollo, qrow, and grif, we've written so many heartwrenching and hilarious things, and i'm just super grateful you've been here !

@rheaeaseandflow marie i think you are one of the people i have been writing with the longest and don't think that goes unnoticed! your rhea is incredible and has honestly helped me to form so many important headcanons and opinions about my own characters that i think is so significant. you have always been this kind, warm, welcoming presence who i always look forward to writing with, and when i think about the "early days" of zeus i often think of you!

@singofus apis i literally cannot imagine this little corner of the rp world without you. i think greek myth and you are one of the first people who comes to mind. i remember when you and i both wrote significantly less muses on different blogs, but now we're here with our hoard, and our beautiful little headcanons we're still getting to develop, and its genuinely made my time here so much more enjoyable! you're so creative and thoughtful and you have seriously influenced so many of my portrayals i wouldn't even know where to start. here's to a lot more writing, and a lot more time well spent!

@asoulunbound krys!!! greek myth without you is like a pb&j without the pb. you occupy such an important space in this community and also just. in my world and i genuinely appreciate how much thought you put into your muses and the generosity you show to others. not to mention, the fact that you and i engage in very similar niche communities makes me feel so much more connected to you and i enjoy getting to write with you and see you on my dash so much !

@seekesotsibteadmist kyrian if there was an award for most supportive roleplayer ever it would be you. i feel so seen by you and you're so encouraging no matter what the circumstances are. i love getting to write with you (honestly, i could be better about it) because i can just feel the love and creativity you throw into S. i always enjoy getting an ask from you or seeing your ic posts and i am so grateful to have you in my little world, so thank you.

@seaprofound another day, another og !! gods sunny i feel like we have known each other for decades at this point - i think of this rpc, and i think about you and the constant beacon of sunshine (pun intended) you have always been. the absolute depth of your devotion to poseida is astounding and your love and care for the people around you is an example i think a lot of us could learn from. thank you for being so authentic and kind and creative and a part of my life for so long!!!

@stolenbythegods beth i know we don't write as much together these days but i will genuinely never forget you or ganymede or how much fun we have had writing together. you are so talented and sweet and i adore your ganymede with everything i have. your portrayal has altered the way i view not only zeus and gany's relationship, but also how i view zeus, and that's a really big achievement in my books. i miss you, and i'm so grateful for you!

@kallistcs unni aside from the level of sheer talent you possess and the care and detail you pour into your portrayals (which i appreciate so much my heart is FULL), you have also always been the one who swoops in and saves my day. i feel like i can always count on you to be the voice of reason to my emotionally driven, passionate rants about vague myth concepts with your frankly impressive knowledge of myth that i both admire and envy (fondly <3). i love having you around and i genuinely enjoy our threads so much i look forward to getting to write them every time i log on (even if i am Slow)

@saccharic MY SON !!! giuli. i'm not even going to talk about writing because you are talented and ily and i enjoy it but that's not what matters here. i remember when you were abt 14 and i have gotten the joy of watching you grow and become so so so successful and such a wonderful little lady and i could not be more of a proud dad. i feel like this is such a rare gift and i cherish it, i really do

this is a shoutout to others who have been a constant on my dash and who have contributed significantly to how much i enjoy being here. you're all wonderful, and talented, and i'm absolutely grateful to have you around <3

@appleyed @eriny3s @eileithyiia @anthcs @tragillary @ofprevioustimes @reastless @deadshe @luxcruor @thecs @withinycu

and to those of you who i haven't written with much yet, but who i genuinely look forward to writing more with! thank you for following me and letting me invade your space <3

@caeloservare @candlewick-corporation @aestasrosis @sunguns @hxntresses @unseenking @allbains @kuokuana @eiiskonigin @noirbeast

#posting this early because i have a busy day tomorrow and i'm worried i won't have time to finish it and post #save.#i just have a lot of feelings about this rpc and about roleplaying in general and #its been a long freaking time and i just want to celebrate all the wonderful people who have made my time here a treat

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theslay3d · 1 year

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Hey! If it’s not a bother could I possibly request Jason x reader he met at camp Jupiter when they were younger? Maybe she went through Lupa’s training with him too???? For the plot maybe it could be him proposing and like he’s nervous so he asks his big sis Thalia for advice and she teases him before eventually telling him to basically just go for it and then he proposes and it’s just super cute and sweet?

Jason Grace x reader

Gender: Neutral im pretty sure

Warnings: none

Word count: 1088

Part 2

A/N his i hope you like!! there's not much on jasons backstory like how much time he spent with Lupa or anything so sorry if im wrong.

Jason was nervous. He knows he probably shouldn't be this nervous as you guys have known each other for many many years. Ever since Lupa’s training really. You guys just started to date before he disappeared.

He sighed at how long ago that was. So many years have gone by since that time. He stares at the open box in which the ring was in before closing it and stuffing it into his pocket. How was he supposed to ask you this?

He got up and walked outside only to notice how much sound there was and how many extra kids were around. He looked around until his eyes connected with his sisters, Thalia.

He smiled and she walked up to him. “Hey blonde boy” He rolled his eyes at the nicknames Thalia used each time she came to visit.

“Why are you and the hunters here?” He asked as he stared at all the hunters walking into Artemis’s cabin.

“What I can't just come by for a visit?”

“That's not what i meant and you know it” He laughed.

She sighed and said “Lady Artemis is hunting something near here so she thought it was best we stay here for a night or two”

He nodded “Well since you're here maybe i can get your advice on something?”

She narrows her eyes but agrees. He motions for her to go into Zeus’s cabin. She shudders as she walks in “This place still gives me the creeps but i like how you made it more…homely”

“Thank you?” He questions but sits on the couch he placed in there Thalia follows him and sits besides him.

“Sooo what did you need?”

Instead of replying he pulls out the box, opens it then hands it to her. Thalia lets out a small little gasp. “Is this real? Are you proposing to them?”

He nodded. “Wowww little bro stepping up” They both laughed and Jason said. “I just- I don't know when to do it or how. I bought the ring and thought i had a plan but i dont and im scared”

“Son of Jupiter all scared” Thalia teases before getting serious. “You want my advice so my advice is to go for it. You may want the “perfect” moment but truthfully there isn't one you just have to go for it. No point in waiting especially for people like us”

Jason knew she was referring to being a demigod. She was right to. This life there might never be a perfect moment. “Thank you Thalia”

“Of course Jason”

They both said goodbye and she walked to the Artemis cabin. Maybe now it was the time to do it.

***Time Skip***

It was a few days later and time for the date that Jason had planned. He called in a favor with Apollo who got him reservations at a fancy restaurant plus other things. He fixed his collar and breathed in. He got you to come to Camp Half Blood as he said that he would have to stay there for a few days because he was doing something there.

Someone then knocked on his cabin door. He knew it was you so he made sure he had the ring in his pocket and fixed his hair in the mirror. He breathed in to try and calm his anxiety and opened the door.

You were standing right there. “Hi” You beamed at him with your bright smile.

“Hi” he breathed out and shut the door behind him after grabbing his jacket. “You look amazing”

“Thank you”

He started to lead you to the edge of camp where he parked the car. Another favor from Apollo.

He opened your door and you sat down. He smiled at you again before closing your door and walking to the driver's side. He got in and asked “Ready to go?”

“Yep”

He started to drive and after many minutes of traffic you made it to the restaurant right on time.

Jason smiled at the waiter and said “Hi i have a reservation under the name Grace”

The waiter checked the computer then nodded “Right this way”

He took you to a table that was overlooking a gorgeous view. You both sat down.

Jason was still nervous and he kept wiping his palms on his pants before he sighed in an attempt to get rid of his nerves.

You both ordered and ate dinner. Jason is glad he called in that favor as the food here was amazing. Finally it was time for you both leave and instead of taking you to where the car was he got you to follow him into another direction.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he dragged you by the hand.

“It's a surprise” He pulled you in front of him and covered your eyes with his hands. “No peeking”

You laughed but didn't peek.

He continued to guide you until the path you were on turned more earthy. The scent hit you. It smelled amazing wherever he was taking you. Lots of flowery scents.

He finally took his hands off of your eyes and revealed a beautiful garden. You let out a breath “It's gorgeous”

You turned around in a circle after Jason backed off a little. So many different flowers everywhere with a little fountain in the middle.

You stared at the fountain that was in front of you before you heard Jason clear his throat behind you. You turned and gasped as you saw him down on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“I uh had a speech but it seems i forgot it now that i'm here”

You breathed out a laugh and your hands went to your face.

“I think i've loved you from the first time i saw you even though you tripped me and pushed me down the stairs the first time we met”

You both laughed and Jason continued. “I'm gonna try to not make this a long speech but honestly you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'm glad I met you. Thank you for sticking with me through everything in our crazy life. So Y/n Y/l/n Will you marry me?”

You nodded as tears escaped your eyes and Jason grabbed your hand and put the ring on.

You dragged him up and hugged him “I love you so much” “I love you too”

Thalia was right there wouldn't be the perfect moment but this felt pretty perfect to Jason.

#jason grace fluff #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #jason grace fanfiction #jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackson fanfiction #heros of olympus x reader #percy jackson heroes of olympus #heros of olympus fanfiction

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AOT headcanons part 2

We’re doing more random Attack on Titan headcanons to go along with my first post. Most of them are still in a modern age btw

It’s been like 3 months I’m sorry y’all 💀

Includes: Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Marco, and Historia + Ymir

Reiner

Reiner 100% give his friends noogies. He’s known as the big brother type too and it just kinda comes naturally to him. He doesn’t do it for any specific reason he just does it randomly. The only time he really does them is just to show that he’s happy for someone and it’s a urge he has to give into

Sticking with the big brother thing. Reiner definitely slaps the back of Connie’s head simply because he’s bald. In Reiner’s defense look at Connie and tell me you wouldn’t slap his head isn’t slappable. Like I just want to pop it and that’s how Reiner feels as well.

Reiner sings randomly. I feel like if he honestly got bored and had nothing to do he would start singing the most random as lyrics. Like it can be any song that’s on the top of his head. If he doesn’t have a song he’ll just start make up a song as he looks around

He drinks from the milk jug. I have no reason behind this only that Reiner seems like the type to and simply does it just because he can

He is a big horror fan. He probably loves the classics like Jason, Freddie Krueger, and Cujo. At the same time he doesn’t min the newer horror movies but he just feels like he’s gone back in time when watching the older ones.

Bertholdt

I feel like he’s a big animal lover. After all, Bertholdt may be big but he’s a gentle giant. Dogs are probably one of his favorite animals especially Great Danes because they are gentle giants like he is

He works as a librarian. He seems like the type to work in a quiet and peaceful space because it’s not a taxing job and all he really does is organize books all day or I see him as a yoga teacher because of those poses he makes when he sleeps.

He did dance when he was younger. That’s my only reason on behind why he was so flexible when he sleeps. Ballet specifically. Like have you seen those ballerinas and how flexible they are. I’ve done ballet before and trust me the flexible is long lasting so after Bertholdt stopped he just remain flexible as a rubber band.

I feel like he cooks in his off time. Like he keeps him at piece and it’s easy. Bertholdt probably has anxiety over new things so it’s for him because all he has to do it follow a recipe with cooking. Because of him cooking all the time he is probably a amazing cook

He puts out food and water out for all the stray dogs and cats. Like Bertholdt’s house is probably a literal safe haven for all strays. Bertholdt tries his hardest to try and find them all good homes and so far he’s been successful but there’s still more animals to help

Annie

It’s known that Annie like sweets so I feel like her favorite drink to sip is hot chocolate. She drinks it a lot more during the colder months to have something that can warm her up

HEAR ME OUT BUT ANNIE AS A PROFESSIONAL BOXER. She would literally be so good and win tons of championships. Like as soon as her opponent gets word of them fighting her they usually drop out because they are terrified of Annie.

I feel like she goes to the gym 24/7. If she’s stressed she goes to the gym. Needs to think? Goes to the gym. Bored? She’s going to the gym. That’s the reason behind her being so muscular and just JDBSKJXJS in general. Yes I am Annie simp

If Annie were to ever have pets I feel like she would have tons of reptiles. She seems like the type to have tons of snakes and lizards mostly. She walks around in her house with them just hanging on her. It’s normal to see her walking around her house with a Bearded dragon on her shoulder and a python curled on the other and is sitting on her head.

She paints her nails every so often just to feel feminine. They are never any drastic colors like a neon pink or bright green. She prefers softer colors like maybe baby blue and light lavender. Sometimes she’ll be different and paint them in a pattern just to be different

Marco

Because of his freckles, I feel like Marco has mistaken one as something that was on his face only to figure out it was one of his freckles and felt stupid afterward

I feel like Marco has small scars all over his body. Like he’s a clumsy person but most of them stemmed back from when he was a kid. Back then he was way more clumsy then he is now and it was normal for him to have bandaids in several places at a time.

I can’t imagine Marco holding his alcohol very well and he isn’t bad when drunk he’s just extremely cuddly. Like you have to watch him because he just wants to hug about everyone simply because he thinks everyone deserves a hug.

This mf is terrified of spiders. If you ever see one of those baby spiders crawling on him don’t say anything or Marco will actually flip. There have been several occurrences where Marco is in a chair or on top of a table because there’s a big ass spider on the floor

If he were to ever have a job I feel like he would be a florist that decorates peoples backyard and weddings. I don’t know how to explain it but he simply seems like he would be so great at it. Like you have a ugly ass backyard hire Marco and he will bring you to tears at the beauty of what he’s done

Historia +Ymir

(I can’t see them apart so they are together)

Historia likes forcing Ymir to go on cute dates she saw on the internet. Of course Ymir called them dumb and didn’t like going on them so after some negotiating they go on one once a week. Ymir says there still dumb but Historia can tell she’s enjoying them.

When they lay in bed together Historia will deny it but she hogs the covers and snores extremely loud like Ymir got really confused when she first realized it was Historia. Ymir isn’t any better because she talks in her sleep constantly

They have been caught making out numerous of time. Ymir can literally give to shits about what anyone says while Historia gets all panicked about them getting caught.

Your can’t tell me they wouldn’t go to a pride parade together. Of course it was pride month and it was Historia’s idea to go to the pride parade. You can bet Historia’s dressed herself in complete rainbows. Ymir was not as flashy but wore rainbow bracelets.

Honestly Historia probably has a strict skin routine and Ymir makes fun of her for it but once Historia did it for her and she’s been obsessed since. She loves how soft her face felt after Historia massaged essential oils into it. They now both do skin routines together

I might do a part 3 and then that’s probably gonna be it 👩🏽‍🦯

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Batboys Tickle Headcanons

A/N: FORGIVE ME BUT I’M GOING INSANE OVER THESE MFS JUST LET ME RANT IM SO NEW TO THE FANDOM THEYRE SO CUTESY LMAO. Again, this is purely on vibes, im so new to this fandom. Also it’s 1 am this may or may not be coherent.

Warnings: Tickling (duh) but all SFW, cursing ig

Including: Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, Bruce

Damian:

Youngest first lol

Lee:

Okay, so this kid hadn’t been tickled in his LIFE until coming to live with Bruce right

And I like to think the first time Bruce does it they’re already decently comfortable with eachother, yknow??

And Damian is BAFFLED cause WTF is this??

He tries to fight his way out of it for sure

But when he can’t it’s one of the few times anyone gets to see him ACTUALLY acting like a kid

He’s throwing out threats left and right

ANGRYY lee. He doesn’t really mind it but his pride cannot handle it lmao

I’d say his worst spots are his armpits and sides. Little scratches on his neck get him FLUSTERED though cause he has to scrunch up his neck and make a face and agghh

Overall very angry

He can get away from it most times (baby assassin)

He might allow Bruce or Dick to get him on occasion though :3

Ler:

Okay so obviously he doesn’t have the size advantage

But he enjoys getting one in on his siblings

When he can he’s a little shit

During training?

Nonchalant teaser

“How unfortunate, you’ve lost. Why are you smiling about that?” (Completely kneading his opponent’s nearest un-coverable spot)

“Pff- Damian stahp-“

“Stop what? I’m not hurting you”

Not something seen often, but it is mean

And embarrassing, cause you’re getting overpowered by a child bro 💀💀

Tim

Lee

Another neglected child smh

He’s not as foreign to it as Damian, but it’s still prominent lmao

He’s been tickled briefly before once or twice sure

But longer than a few seconds??

He doesn’t know what to do with himself

Snorts

Craves affection, so he definitely brats his way into tickles often

If you tease him about that though he will die

He’s super duper sensitive, so if he’s wrecked he’s WRECKED, but light tickles make him flustered beyond belief

T-word teases also fuck him up

Has been tickled to sleep out of necessity because omg he NEEDS it

Also cheer up tickles cause he gets in his headddd

His laugh is so cute, it sounds like he’s trying not to laugh even when he’s cackling

Is not above begging. Begs often.

His worst spots are his knees and ribs

AGSHSHSH Dick has done the rib counting thing on him

“Come on, count with me. You’re a genius, Timmy, can’t you count?”

“BFFFAHAHA sHIT Dihick-“ (more concerned with covering his face than anything at this point)

“No no, that’s not a number, let’s start over. One rib…”

Ler

Another one who I can’t think of many scenarios he’d actually end up in that position

But I picture him as such a cute ler

He’s teasing, don’t get me wrong

But it’s so soft, yknow?

Like sure, he’ll wreck your shit

He’s AMAZING at figuring out bad spots

But his teases are like

“Aw, that tickles? Does it really? Hm. That’s sad.”

“Stop? Why? I haven’t seen you smile this much in forever!”

AND IT IS SOFT WITH MALICIOUS INTENT

BUT IT IS SOFT

Jason Todd

Lee

ANOTHERRR ANGRY LEE

Not necessarily as irrational due to obvious slight maturity level differences between him and Damian

IF YOU CAN PIN THIS MAN DOWN

The curses are worth it

Pretends he HATESS it

But he does not :3

He’s too pussy to brat his way into tickles

But if he’s in a mood he’ll sit annoyingly close and just… stretch his arms up. Ever so subtly.

He’ll deny his intentions to the second grave though

He’s a kicker

Gets pissed off at regular/mean teasing but

“Awww Jason, your laugh is so cute”

“Cmon, let’s see that smile”

Any soft cooing and he is GONE

Yeah he’s still throwing fuck you’s around like rice at a wedding

But he’s covering his red ass face too

Worst spots are his hips and stomach and that PISSES HIM OFF

Using words like belly or tummy to tease have him utterly broken

Ler

Mean mean mean mean

Mean ler

Instigator

Absolute little shit

Oh my god he’s so teasy

No boundaries

“Wow, you’re REALLY ticklish, huh? Especially right here in this spot, here. Mhm. Yeah, you are, look. Stop? No? Awww come on. We both know you wanted this”

Will not be soft unless he’s doing it for a purpose

Enjoy’s wrecking Tim’s shit regularly

I cannot emphasize this enough: MEAN

He will not stop digging his fingers into the utter WORST spot until he’s satisfied that his victim is about to die :3

And he’ll tease them about it for WEEKS

Dick

Lee

TEEHEE TEEHEE

He’s the only mf on this list not embarrassed as fuck about tickling

He gets in a lee mood and EVERYONE knows

Giggly little bitch is silently begging for it

And he doesn’t even ask the ler to stop, he just lets it happen 💀

Like he’s just laying there, no shame

He has to have a bad spot on his legs, specifically thighs

Honestly I think the only way he’s blushing about it is if you tease him for NOT blushing about it

“Awww, you love this, huh? Look at that grin. Maybe I’ll just keep tickling forever, since you’re enjoying yourself so much”

Ler

Big Brother Ler ™️

Designated cheer-up tickler

He’s definitely the softest teaser

All compliments and coochie coos

Unless you’ve fuckin crossed him.

Cause he CAN get mean

Sweet tickles: “Hmm, I love that smile. You’re so cute when you giggle like that. Yeah I know it tickles”

Revenge tickles: “So what was it you were saying earlier? No say it. Go on.” (going insane on the WORST spot imaginable) “What? Sorry I can’t hear over all the laughing. Damn you’re ticklish. Oh you don’t like that word? Hm. Tickle, tickle tickle…”

His fingers are so fast and he IS more flexible than ANYONE and there’s no escaping, no moving. Just a big Dick Grayson Grin in your face.

#batfam tickle #batfamily #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #tickle #ticklish #tickling #batboys

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dearheart42regenerated · 11 months

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bro (yes homo) ♡ - a Muckles fanmix

♡ playlist link: Spotify ♡ artwork used: @livelivefastfree

(do I dare tag this legendary amazing motorcity fanartist who hasn’t posted in a year?? yes. I do dare. I miss their stuff. I hope they make more stuff.)

anyway HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ME!!!

here’s a slow burn friends-to-lovers playlist for two dorks I miss very much. has a bit of a fanfic-y story arc to it if you pay attention. ;) LOTS of fun nostalgic dumb teenager I’ve-known-you-forever pop-punk vibes, with sprinkles of indie and pop, and just a dash of indulgent angst in the middle.

if any shippers still lurk in this tag, I hope you enjoy this~

(I’m always adding more songs as I find ‘em and I roped my sisters into helping, so there will likely be more than this on the tracklist lol)

--> ♡ main tracks & lyrics:

The Bro Duet - George Salazar, Jason Gotay

Remember that time we were surfing / And I almost drowned / (Heheheheh, yeah) / And you dragged me to the beach / And performed CPR?

You Told The Drunks I Knew Karate - Zoey Van Goey

I do the dumbest things for you / Why do I do the dumbest things for you? / I would be safer on my own / I didn't care, you were the most exciting thing I'd ever known

You And I - Anarbor

You and I, we've never felt so right / That just might be just what I need (to get me through the night) / You and I, we're the perfect fit, you've got me hooked / So lit I could never never quit, I just burn away

I’ll Be There - Walk Off The Earth

When your heart could use a break / And it's too broken to be open / I'll be patient, I will wait / Until you're ready to be open / Everybody / Needs somebody / And you got me

With You - Tricia Brock

Through it all / I'll go down to the bottom with you / They can take it all away / But I'll be alright with you / As long as you are by my side / I'll be okay

More Than Useless - Relient K

I'm a little more than useless / And when I think that I can't do this / You promise me that I'll get through this / And do something right / Do something right for once

My Pace - Stray Kids

(English translation) There's no need to rush, my pace / Don't compare yourself with others / It's okay to run slower / Just follow my lane, my lane / Take it easy / Just look ahead and run

A Daydream Away - All Time Low

I wish you could see your face right now / 'Cause you're grinning like a fool / And we're sitting on your kitchen floor / On a Tuesday afternoon / It doesn't matter when we get back / To doing what we do / 'Cause right now could last forever / Just as long as I'm with you

In Your Car - Big Deal

I got a friend who never lets me down / Driving in your car / I wanna be wherever you are / Asleep in the backseat / There's nothing more that I'll ever need / It's a secret, a secret, a secret

Sticking With You - Addison Road

Come on, it's me you're talking to / There's something going on inside of you / Don't have to say it, but I wish you would / 'Cause it would be much easier

Curl Up And Die - Relient K

Clinging to the remnants of perfection / Like most do after they break it / Not knowing which direction’s the correct one / Do I discard or remake it? / 'Cause if I don't know, then I don't know / But I may know someone who knows me more than I

Army - Besomorph, Arcando, Neoni

Seeing monsters out your window / I know you can't sleep, you pretend though / You don't have to play the hero / 'Cause I got you, like you got me / When the earth shakes / When the bombs scream / 'Til our last breath, every heartbeat / You know I'll come running / If you go to war then I'm going with you

Safe And Sound - Taylor Swift

I remember you said don't leave me here alone / But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight / Just close your eyes, the sun is going down / You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now / Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Hometown - Sheppard

Well, love just don't feel right / When I don't have your hand in mine / I'm scared you're slipping away / But once I'm homeward bound / From the moment that I touch down / I realize nothing has changed

Odds Are - Barenaked Ladies

Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening / But you know the chances are so small / Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane / Better chance you're gonna buy it at the mall / But it's a twenty-three-or-four-to-one / That you can fall in love by the end of this song / So get up, get up, no I'm never gonna let up / So you might as well sing along / The odds are that we will probably be alright

I Would Do Anything For You - Foster The People

Every day is a battle I face / Strange life I live / But it's what you've decided / I'll give it all into your hands / Do what you will / With me

Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way / To let you know you’re more to me than what I know how to say / You're OK with the way this is going to be / ‘Cause this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen / If anyone can make me a better person, you could / All I gotta say is I must've done something good

I Melt With You - Bowling For Soup

Moving forward using all my breath / Being friends with you was never second best / And I saw the world crashing all around your face / Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace / I'll stop the world and melt with you / You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time / And there's nothing you and I won't do

Boom! - Simple Plan

Don't worry about tomorrow / ‘Cause these walls will never fall / I just wanna let the world know / What we've got's unbreakable / We got it under control / We're good, we're solid, we're gold

Rock To My Roll - Anarbor

You are the rhythm to my rhyme / And you are my radio / Turn you up when I feel low / You are the soundtrack to all I know / You are the rock to my roll

Running Towards A Place - The Killers

And if we're running towards a place / Where we'll walk as one / Will the hardness of this life / Be overcome? / If I lay with you in love / Will you meet me there / And shake the lightning from the locks / Of your unbound hair / Can two become one?

Quarter Past Midnight - Bastille

It's a quarter past midnight / As we cut through the city / Yeah, yeah, yeah, the streets are getting restless / Good times, bad decisions / Yeah, yeah, it's a quarter past midnight / And the sirens are mending some hearts / But we're the losers on our back seats / Singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart"

Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride / When you need directions then I'll be the guide / For all time / For all time

#motorcity #muck #muckles #mike chilton #motorcity chuck #*insert bugs bunny meme here* I would like to wish this dead fandom a Very Happy Pride Month #my mixes #made by yours truly

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th3sp4rr0w · 7 months

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Day Eight

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Eight Panic Attacks/Dissociation/Seizures

Alt. Prompt For Day Eight Electrocution

Prompts Used for Day Eight All

Tw's; Violence, Choking, Medical Talk, Seizures, Dubious Medical Accuracy, Past Child Death (does that count? I'mma count it), Dissociation, Panic Attack

Chapter eight under the cut :)

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The following two and a half weeks were hell.

By that Monday, the media was spreading rumors around about Sheila’s death and Jason’s... compromised state. They had become vultures, camping out in front of the manor. More than once Alfred tried to shoo them off, stating it was a private family matter. They had a field day when Dick rushed through the doors in the middle of the night when he got back from his mission.

The bat cave had become a quiet, solemn place. Jason would’ve hated it, the way that Bruce walked around like a ghost and Dick sat vigil at his side. He would’ve made fun of them, telling them he’s not going anywhere. He’d probably hit them lightly and crack a joke to make them laugh just to get rid of the serious atmosphere.

While he wasn’t in a coma, per say, he was rarely concious and aware enough to do much of anything. The world passed by without him as he sat in his bed, healing. Bruce might’ve gotten him out of Ethiopia, but he was beginning to wonder if it would’ve been more merciful for the boy if he hadn’t.

They hadn’t been able to stitch his cheek. The burns looked almost as bad as the day he’d come in and were still huge infection risks. Lesli and Bruce had done their best to prevent that, all rigorous schedules and preventative measures. It was soothing that someone was as worried about his baby boy as he was, but it was suffocating all the same. Watching his little boy fight so hard yet-

They had started debating the merits of a medically induced coma. A couple of the times he’d woken up he irritated his injuries, setting them back days' worth of healing in seconds. For every step they took forwards, Jason took 2 steps backwards. Bruce had no doubts his baby boy was fighting, but how much fight could one person have left? Especially after such traumatic injuries?

Bruce stroked his hair gently. He adjusted the zebra they’d put in the bed with him, setting him more firmly in the crook of Jason’s arm. It really was amazing what people did in these types of situations; Bruce thinks this one colorful, nice toy may be the only reason he’s still in one piece.

He sighed. “I have to go now, Jay-lad,” he said softly. He ran a finger down his cheek gently, careful to avoid the cuts and bruises. “I promise I’ll be back after patrol,” he swore, “Lesli’s coming soon to change your dressings. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

He steeled himself. This was how he controlled the situation; Schedules. Patrol. Routine. Zebra plushy that he hoped like hell comforted Jason, even if he wasn’t completely aware of his surroundings at the moment.

He put on the cowl, and everything went away. He couldn’t afford being emotionally compromised on patrol; it was a good way to get killed. He had things to do and people to beat into the ground.

He knew Commissioner Gordon was getting concerned. He knew he was breaking Alfred’s heart, but he couldn’t help it. The part of his humanity, his better half, was sitting in that bed with Jason. Batman wasn’t feeling very merciful towards the same world that had put his baby, his son, in a hospital bed that he might not ever come out of.

He sat back, watching. Sometimes the shadows looked deeper than they were. The bat felt watched, but every time he tried to investigate what it was, something would happen.

He knew what the rumors on the street were. People had started saying that the bat had gone rogue, getting rougher and rougher with the criminals he caught. Pictures of the people he was hurting ended up online at one point. It was a shit show.

Several hours into his patrol, he heard a scream. He followed it.

Things don’t pause just because you’re going through something. That was something Bruce knew intimately, and it was something his boys knew, too. Yes, it sucked. Yes, it would be nice if you could just press pause on your life and mourn in peace, but that wasn’t an option. It never had been, and it never would be.

He found a purse snatcher harassing a woman. He punched the man, grabbing the purse back for the woman, who ran immediately. The man tried to kick his knee out, but the bat was faster, getting the guy on the ground with his arm around his neck.

“You think it’s funny to steal from people?” he growled out. The man shook his head. “Didn’t mommy ever teach you not to steal?” he asked, tightening his grip a fraction.

“Yes! She did!” the man yelped, tears starting to flow down his face.

“Then why’d you do it?”

The man didn’t respond. Batman heard a gasping sound, but he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t holding the man’s throat that hard. He tightened his grip just a fraction out of spite.

Click!

The noise was small. Small enough, it probably wouldn’t have been noticed if it wasn’t unusually quiet.

Batman’s hand flew to his belt, grabbing a baterang. He threw it into the shadows without a second thought, hearing a small shuffle. He heard it hit the wall. He heard feet, spinning maybe? Before they started running, near silently. Batman fished a zip tie out of his belt, sticking the purse snatcher’s hands together before he went to go after... whoever that was.

He got a signal from the cave, alerting him that someone had broken in. He cursed loudly.

He changed courses. He’d be investigating that later, but for now, he had a kid he needed to check on.

He raced to the cave, fearing the worst. Batman had adjusted the security in the cave a million times, but someone always managed to figure it out eventually. Staying two steps ahead meant paying attention all the time and he’d been so distracted; what if someone broke in to finish the job? Just to say they ki-

No , don’t think like that. He’s fine. Dick was always tripping his security, and with the boy back in the manor, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that it’d just been an accident and he was now trying his hardest to fix it without Batman knowing. He had left an hour before the bat had; maybe he ran into some trouble and had to run back to the cave.

The idea that his other boy might’ve been trying to hide an injury the way he’d done so many times before made him go a little faster.

When he got to the cave, he immediately went to the med bay. It was not protocol; he was supposed to clear just about everything else before the med bay, to make sure nobody could ambush them from behind. He’d been through it before, and it had saved his life a couple times. But this was different, all he could think of was his little baby bird, so vulnerable, so tiny for his age, so hurt and already had so many enemies. This was all his fault-

He saw something standing above his boy and saw red. He burst into the room, immediately taking the figure by the shoulders, his hands were shaking and-

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled out.

“Well, I didn’t think that was how we greeted each other now,” the woman said.

His brain caught up to his body as he looked her up and down. “Talia,” his voice was a razor’s edge, “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Beloved,” she started out, “I heard about Jason’s... condition. I had to see for myself.”

“Come to gloat?”

If she ever allowed herself to feel any sort of emotion, she probably would’ve looked hurt by the statement. As it was, she sniffed. “Why would I do that, beloved? Your pain brings me no joy,” she said.

Batman twitched, “Then why are you here?”

Talia hummed. “I may have a solution,” she offered.

The bat raised an eyebrow. Al Ghul solutions rarely aligned themselves with basic moral integrity so he’s sure this is going to be good. He grunted.

“There are always the pits,” she said.

“No.”

“Bruce-”

“No.”

“What other choice do you have, beloved?”

“He’ll live. I will make sure of it.”

“Beloved, you know as well as I do that there is nothing we can do to make certain of that. Let me heal him with the pits.”

“I’ve seen what those things do to people. What they did to your father. I will not put my son through that.”

“Beloved, we can deal with whatever side effects come up. As long as he lives, what does it matter?”

Batman narrowed his eyes. “Why are you being so insistent?”

Talia looked at him a moment. “There will come a day,” she said, “Where you will find something that I have hidden away for quite some time. And when that day comes, I hope this will help you to forgive me.”

The man looked over at Jason, checking over the equipment and making sure it was all in place. His eye caught something.

“You tucked his zebra in with him,” he murmured.

She stayed still. “What would make you think I did such a thing?”

Bruce took a deep breath. “He moves, sometimes. He can’t hold a conversation or eat or go to the bathroom on his own, but he shuffles every so often. We have to adjust his blankets and the zebra every few hours. They’re both in place right now. Besides,” he looked at her, “I always tuck it underneath his right arm. You’ve got it under his left.”

“Ever observant I see,” she brushed off the act.

Bruce looked down at his boy, brushing his hair out of his eyes for just a moment. He looked smaller and smaller these days, especially against Bruce’s gloved hands.

“Beloved,” she whispered, “He won’t survive like this much longer.”

Neither were good at tender care. It was a miracle this hadn’t devolved into a screaming match as it was. This was perhaps the most vulnerable either had ever been together.

Love could not fix all. He had learned that lesson time and time again with Selina; with Talia, it was like all previous experience flew out the window faster than Superman could.

“Talia,” he started, wetting his lips. “I...”

The heart monitor started to beep. Both adults snapped their heads over to the machine, showing that the heart rate had spiked dramatically. When they looked down at Jason, they saw he had gone stiff. He let out a soft groan.

“Jason?” Bruce asked. “You awake, chum?”

He didn’t answer. His jaw was clenched tight. Batman looked over him, trying to figure out what was wrong when it clicked. That was when he started convulsing.

The bat rolled him onto his side. “Talia, time it,” he barked out.

The boy’s head flopped, and his joints jerked.

The movies had always made it look like people just flopped like fish out of nowhere. Whenever someone had a seizure on the screen when he was little, Alfred would scoff at it, say something about how it wasn’t accurate and if they were going to portray it at all, they needed to do it correctly. As an adult, he didn’t necessarily disagree, but in moments like these, he understood why they went with that version. This was way more terrifying than the fish flopping motions of the big screen.

Jason drooled. Fresh blood in the saliva indicated that Jason had bitten something in his mouth, he’d have to check that. He knew he likely couldn’t comprehend anything right now, but he still whispered reassurances, nevertheless. At this point he wasn’t sure if they were for Jason or for himself.

It finally started slowing down. Residual jerks still hit his little body, but the seizure was over. Batman could see a wet spot in the sheets.

His blood pressure dropped for a few terrifying seconds before evening out. His heart rate had come down slightly from its peak during the seizure, but still had not come down to normal levels.

“How long?” he demanded, beginning to check tubes and adjust medications.

“Nearly six minutes,” Talia responded immediately. “Beloved-”

“I know,” he snapped. He started stripping the sheets.

Talia left the room. He supposed that meant she was done with him.

He put the soiled sheets in a pile on the floor to be cleaned up later.

As he worked, he felt a presence enter the room. He spared a glance at the door.

Talia placed the clean sheets on a chair by the bed. A bowl of warm water was placed on the table. She pulled a rag from her pocket and wet it, ringing it out before bringing it to Jason’s lips, gently wiping the saliva from his injured cheeks.

They had once known each other’s next move as easy as breathing. They had discerned what the other was thinking with just a glance, had never found the need to communicate with anything except for their own unspoken language. To love so intimately was what most people only dreamed of. Sometimes, however, to love is to be loved. Neither had ever been taught how, that gentle touches and intimate gestures meant everything to a relationship.

In a way, this was why they could never work out. Talia would always yearn to be chosen over everything. Bruce would always choose something else before her; the mission, the city, his kids. She would always choose her father over him. Neither had ever loved something so intimately that it was never a question of choosing. They loved each other, sure. If this were a ‘Once Upon a Time’ fairy tale with a ‘And They All Lived Happily Ever After’ ending, they’d certainly be the perfect couple for the story. Maybe if they had been just a bit more mature all those years ago, they wouldn’t be sitting in silence tending over an injured child in near-perfect synch now.

The silence between them was a cool calm and an earth-shattering explosion all in one. The fragile truce between them ached. The past could not be undone; this was what fighting for the future looked like.

It was Talia who broke the tender silence, nearly done wiping off the completely unconscious boy.

“You know it must be done if he is to survive,” she said gently.

Bruce held the clean sheets. “I know,” he said eventually.

“But will you do it?”

The question was not unkind. Bruce stood still.

“Beloved, you are killing yourself trying to care for him,” she wrapped herself around him, “Let me do this for you. Take him to the pits.”

Bruce took a breath. “Fine. I’ll take him to the pits,” he said softly. “But we’re not dunking him.”

Talia looked at him like he had grown a second head. “What do you mean by that?”

He fell back into “Batman” as easily as breathing. This was the hardest part of loving Bruce; at the end of the day, he would always be the bat first and Bruce second.

“I have a plan,” he said simply.

He took the cot gently, unhooking parts of the equipment to make it mobile before walking towards the transportation area of the cave. He gestured her to follow.

She waited for him to elaborate. When it was clear he’d need more prompting, she asked, “What is your plan, beloved?”

He stayed silent for a second. “Microdosing the waters.”

She blinked. She hadn’t the faintest idea what that was supposed to mean in this context.

She didn’t ask. She knew she wouldn’t get an answer and she wasn’t one to waste her breath begging for one.

The Bat prepared the plane quickly, double checking fuel levels, rations, and medical supplies before they prepped Jason, propping up his legs and arms. They worked in synch to check and recheck tubes and wires, moving the monitor onto the plane near the cot.

“Are you flying, or am I?” Talia asked.

The bat grunted. “You’re the one who knows where we’re going,” he said simply.

She nodded and went to the front of the plane.

Tension between her and her father had been rising as of late. She knew within the next few years she’d be sending her own baby to live with this very man. Knowing this, hearing about Jason was like getting ice water dumped on her head. In truth, she had visited to see what kind of man lets his son be caught so unprepared.

She knew he was soft. Richard had proven that time and time again. Bruce had had his patience tested by both boys' numerous times, but this had taken the cake.

She set her course to an island she was certain her father had forgotten about. The Lazarus pit there had just formed and was currently undiscovered by anyone except herself.

She had been meaning to kidnap the child herself and take him to the pit. If the bat couldn’t protect his, he wouldn’t be able to protect hers. She knew it would be a stretch, but in that moment, she had a dream and a half-formed plan. She hadn’t expected to...

She wasn’t soft. She had just realized Bruce cared for the boy a little more than she realized initially, seeing the colorful little zebra plush he had with him. The same one Bruce had been careful not to knock off the medical cot, even during the grand mal seizure.

Seeing it by his side was... clarifying for her. Bruce would stop at nothing for his boys.

She was not blind, nor incompetent. She knew that one day, no matter if she wanted to or not, she would no longer be able to protect her own son. She knew that the day was coming when her father would want to push him to the ground, and she knew that, although he wasn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination, he would not get back up.

When that day came, Bruce would be his best bet for survival.

So, she had picked the thing up. She had adjusted the child’s blankets and tried not to think about how small he was for his age. She tucked the toy under his arm and pretended her heart didn’t ache and mourned for the time she wasted not doing this for her son. She purposely triggered the alarm system and waited.

She flipped switches and double-checked flights and wind patterns, pushing the plane just a little faster.

She knew her beloved would not reject him. He was too good of a man for that. But she also knew that it would likely change their relationship in a way that could not be reversed. She probably deserved it to be for the worse, keeping this secret from him as long as she had.

Seeing how much effort he put into the care and attention he was giving his son, she hoped doing this for them would make their relationship change for the better. That when he hated her and cursed her name, he would remember what she’d done and realize she had good reason.

She could only hope he would not come to resent the time they’d spent together.

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Running from a government agency and his parents was both easier and harder than Danny had assumed it would be.

After getting out of Amity, it was about two days before Danny saw traces of the GIW. He wore hoodies and long pants to help minimize the number of times he’d be recognized, and he’s pretty sure the agents he spotted weren’t looking for him.

Team Phantom had started stirring up the pot with help from Star. They were biding their time, waiting for the shit storm to get just a little bigger before they strike. It hadn’t been hitting anything other than local news so far, but they had started seeing a couple people that didn’t live in the town start posting about the weird things that go on in Amity.

He’d been trying to take random buses and trains to Metropolis. There was a reporter there that was killer at reporting human rights violations, and she would absolutely eat this up. She had enough credibility and notoriety to blow this up. He’d probably be homeless until Jazz moved out for college, but at least his existence wouldn’t be illegal anymore.

You’d think that running from the literal government agency trying to commit genocide against his people would be the hardest part about this. Hell, he’d have put money on creating a social media buzz before he guessed what the most difficult part would be.

“I’m sorry, kid,” the bus attendant didn’t sound very apologetic, “I just can’t book you a ticket. You need an adult.”

Danny sighed. “I understand,” he said, pulling out an extra $100. “If there’s truly nothing you can do...”

The attendant looked unimpressed, pressing the money he’d tried giving them for the ticket back into his hand. “There’s not.”

… Yeah. Turns out, people care way more about kids getting on buses and trains alone than he realized. Home Alone made it look so easy.

He could normally find someone willing to make an exception for the right price, but luck was not on his side today. He had to catch this bus though; it was the only one going to New Jersey, period , for days. He’d wasted enough time going random places to lose the GIW. He didn’t have days; every second they waited to drop this was another second it was legal to hunt ghosts. They’d already noticed ghosts going missing and it had only just clicked where they were going.

He looked around. He hated having to do this, but something about desperation and measures, right?

He spotted a big family he could probably blend into. A couple of the kids were older than him, the rest looked younger. The younger kids were getting super fussy. They had a baby with them. They all had black hair. They all had bags. Perfect.

He fell into line behind them. He moved his backpack from his back to slightly in front of him to prevent it from getting looted.

The parents up front talked to the ticket people. The blood rushed in his ears as he followed them through and on the bus behind them. They didn’t question it as he boarded the bus.

He stuck close to the family in case the driver looked back. He held his bag in his lap as he pulled out the NEW new phone Tucker and Sam had given him. He thought it was overkill to get a whole new phone and number, but they’d been paranoid that his new-old one would get tracked. They had new group chats, they made him new social media, the whole works. They’d made vague plans before in case this happened, but he didn’t know they’d put that much thought into it.

At least Tucker had the forethought to download the new Dumpty Humpty album onto this phone. He hadn’t gotten the chance to listen to it yet.

He pressed play after connecting his headphones. The music flooded his ears and soothed him.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over to see one of the kids from the family he’d followed onto the bus.

He took out an earbud. “... Yes?”

“Is that the new Dumpty Humpty album?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s so cool! I haven’t gotten the chance to listen to it yet.”

Danny nodded and offered an earbud. “Wanna listen with me? This is my first listen through myself.”

The kid’s face lit up. “Yes!”

They sat together, listening to the album. Danny figured this was the best way to pay them back for their unwitting service.

The hours they were on the bus was nice compared to the walking he’d done recently. He was wary of using his powers for the most part.

He was... almost shocked at how good his luck was being right now... then the bus stopped about an hour before it was supposed to. Everybody stood up.

He stood with them, out of options. The kid he’d sat with struck a conversation with him and they swapped numbers. They parted ways after making sure the numbers were correct.

Danny pretended he wasn’t flipping out inside as he tried to figure out where the hell he’d ended up.

He finally caught a sign and cursed under his breath. Out of all the places-

He took a deep breath. He was in Gotham City.

… At least nobody would question it if a teenager was alone. They might not even question it if a kid wanted to rent a hotel room by himself, like they certainly would in Metropolis. The only cons were just about everything else.

Also, he was pretty damn sure he was in another ghost’s haunt. This was so bad; he was so fucked.

He knew he couldn’t stay in the station. He could figure out if there was a bus that took him close to the sunshine city tomorrow; right now, it was too late for a bus to be running. He made his way out of the station and into the city.

It was nighttime, which was... not great. He didn’t know much about Gotham, but he knew it was colossally stupid to be out at night. Everyone was pretty sure that the giant man bat that flew around and his robins were fake, but the villains and crime rates were extremely real.

He spotted a 24-hour café. Perfect.

He peaked in, seeing a child smaller than him getting a coffee. There were a couple of adults around. Nobody particularly sleazy looking- he was pretty sure they were just college students. He was about to go inside when he felt something cold bubble in his chest. He brought his hand to his mouth before the frost could spew out so it looked like he took a hit off a vape, assuming anyone was watching.

He looked around, spotting something on the roof. Something told him he wanted to go up there. He sighed.

He got a bad feeling. His instincts weren’t always correct, but this was so visceral he decided he needed to listen to it. He walked into the shop.

He walked over to the little kid. “Hi,” he greeted.

He gave him a weird look. “... Hi?”

“I’ll give you $300 if you watch my bag,” he said. “If you want to leave before I get back, bring it with you, please.” The words came out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.

The kid blinked owlishly at him. “What?”

“Look,” he said, “My entire life’s in here. I need to go see someone,” he really hoped the spirit of Gotham was nice- “I need you to watch my bag, but if I don’t come back in like, 20 minutes, take it with you.”

The kid looked at him for a few more seconds before nodding. “Keep your money. Go do whatever it is you need to do, Jason.”

Danny paused. You know what? Not gonna question it.

“Thanks, kid,” he said, already walking out, “I’ll probably be back!”

He missed the look the kid shot at him as he rushed out the door and into an alley. Danny assumed he’d probably think he was participating in illegal activities. He just hoped he didn’t ditch his bag somewhere.

He transformed in the alley behind a dumpster. He flew up towards the rooftop he’d seen the figure on and landed.

“Um, I assume you wanted to see me?” he said nervously.

A woman with kinky black hair in an afro turned to face him. Her skin was shiny with dark, swirling colors, like an oil slick. Her eyes were like honey; golden brown and sweet. They bore into him like they were seeing his very soul. She smiled; her teeth were like white stars. She felt safe; like she was a grandmother ushering him inside for a home-cooked meal and a hot shower after getting caught in the rain.

She also felt like she was a force to be reckoned with when she had something to protect, and she gave off the vibe that she had plenty of things still worth protecting.

“Yes. Welcome to my city, great one.”

He startled out a laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to call me that,” he apologized immediately.

“It’s quite alright,” she reassured. “It’s just not every day I see other ghosts that did not pass within my haunt.”

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I did not mean to be here.”

“Small one,” the nickname felt right coming from her, “You have been mine from day one. You have always been welcomed here.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are still alive,” she said instead of answering. “And yet you are dead. A perfect balance,” she surmised.

“That’s one way to put it,” he chuckled nervously.

She looked him up and down. “You would be good for my knights,” she said. “They have also lost a great deal recently.

He immediately thought of the news that had been circulating around. “You mean the Waynes’?”

Her smile was sad. “Yes, though at this time of day, we call them the bats.”

Danny’s brain screeched to a halt. “What?”

“I must leave now, small one,” she said, not unkindly. “You are welcome within my haunt at any time. I am sorry for everything that has happened. I mourn for what must happen,” she ended.

“What?” he repeated. This didn’t make sense.

She cupped his cheek. “I always forget how little they are,” she muttered to herself. “So small. So troubled. Already so hurt.”

She kissed his cheek, and she was gone.

He sat, thinking of what she said. The weight of the situation hit him all at once, and suddenly, he couldn’t think.

His body stopped feeling like his. Like he had overshadowed someone and forgot. He almost looked down to make sure he hadn’t.

His brain felt too full, yet incredibly empty. His thoughts were too fast to capture for more than a few seconds before they slipped away like sand.

What did she mean? Hadn’t he been through enough? What had his mom meant? What did the spirit mean when she said he was hers-

Everything was nothing and nothing was everything. Up was down and down was left. Nothing made sense anymore. He felt fragile in a way he hadn’t felt for a long time; like he was a little kid again and got separated from his parents in a supermarket. He’d tried being strong. Being strong meant nothing if you still lost the people you loved to things you couldn’t control.

His feet hit the roof. He started to pace.

What did she mean? What did she mean? What did she mean-

He heard something hit the roof besides him. He heard the buzz and the crackle of electricity, mixing with the haze that had clouded his mind.

He was 14, hanging out with his friends-

“What are you doing here-”

They were in the lab-

“Stop.”

“Go inside the portal, Danny” “Wouldn’t it be fun, Danny” “It’ll be fine, Danny-”

“What?”

He stepped inside-

“Stop it, stop-”

He tripped-

“Hey, what’s going on, bud?”

He saw green.

He shot a green ball involuntarily. The crackle turned into a roar as-

White. White light blinded his vision. He screamed.

His left hand ached, but he couldn’t force it away from the live wire-

Every time he thought it was over,

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It suffocated him. He was going to die, he was gonna die, he was dead-

The same thing killing him was reviving him over, and over, and over-

“Kid!” he heard a shout.

He whimpered. This was awful, why couldn’t-

Where was-

“Jazz!” he wailed.

“What?”

“Jazz!”

He wanted her to hug him. He’d been awful to her this week, she was just trying to make sure he had a good transition into high school-

What?

With that thought, everything stopped. He snapped back to reality, exhausted. His scars glowed and ached. There was a little blue man in front of him.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, trying to be soothing. “You back with me?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

His hearing started being weird. The chatter of the street down below was deafening before it was silent. He was numb.

The panic that had filled his body just moments before was gone in favor of just... nothing. It was like his head got stuffed with newspaper where his brain should be.

He wasn’t in his body but there was nowhere else for him to be. The little blue man kept talking, he could see him talking, but he couldn’t follow where the conversation was supposed to be going.

The little blue man started looking at him closer. He reached his hand out to touch him.

He tried to move his body to avoid it. It was like he was a puppet that had been cut free of its strings and lost the ability to move. The little blue man pulled him to his chest.

He could feel tears in his hair. The man must be crying. He wished he could comfort him. He wanted to get out of his grip and figure out what made the blue man upset, but he just... couldn’t.

He watched the world pass by them. He could see the kid with his backpack leave the café. Somewhere inside him he recognized he needed to go get it. He wanted to.

He felt like a doll. Just a tiny porcelain thing, being stuck at the whimsy and fantasy of a child somewhere. He imagined a field of flowers, soft, sunny and warm. The marigolds would consume him someday, but for now he was content-

He tried to focus on the man hugging him and weeping. He felt like he was watching someone else’s life. This wasn’t meant for him.

The man held him like he was something precious and not a stain or something to be disgusted by. He kept saying something. The words passed through him like-

He felt a jolt from his left hand all the way to his chest. His scars throbbed a glowing green.

He couldn’t muster up enough energy to react as it burned. If he focused too hard, he could smell burnt flesh that wasn’t there. The man put a hand in his hair.

It was funny. His hands were like his mom’s, but he pet him like Jazz does.

A redhead landed on the roof next to them, beginning to speak. He couldn’t understand her, either, but he wanted to. He tried to open his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.

It felt like he would be useless forever. The feel of the suit against his body was jarring as he was moved. He tried to focus on the man.

“... Just like Jace, Babs.”

“Codenames, Nightwing,” the woman said, not unkindly. “And I don’t think he’s Robin.”

“What if-”

“’Wing, look,” she said softly, grabbing his hand and tracing the burning scars. “Rob doesn’t have these.”

“What if-”

“Batman’s got him,” she assured him.

His brain tuned out the noise again, even as they continued speaking. The woman kept glancing at him. He thought she was asking him questions.

The man scooped him up, securing him tight against his chest.

The world was passing by in a... literal blur? He wasn’t sure of what was going on. He thought he could feel cold wind on his face, like he was flying, but then his stomach would drop and they’d be flying again.

There was something to be said about it. The assured way he carried him through the city, never once losing his grip. How they never once faltered or hesitated, going through the city. He never got that in Amity.

He’d never had the luxury of being able to feel truly secure in his city. He’d always been the weird kid, the Fenton kid. The one with the odd parents and weird older sister.

Then he died and his parents opened a portal to hell in their basement. Being a vigilante might’ve been a dream come true for some kid out there, but not for him. The role was thrust upon him by fate, calling his name like a siren song. It made his head feel stuffed full of cotton and his heart ached with what he could’ve been.

He sensed none of that here. The frost that had coated his body slowly began to thaw. They... liked doing this, didn’t they? They had chosen to do this.

They moved through their city like they had been doing it all of their lives. They pretty much had. He found himself in awe of them as he felt more human by the second, beginning to see his surroundings for the very first time.

Was this what people meant when they said they wanted to be a hero? Was this why people kept getting into hero work? He’d never known it could be something to love.

He thought of the spirit of the city.

He had never known that being a hero could’ve been something that loved back.

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May I make a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and you can pick whoever else!

for his S/o who is an axe thrower and in general very good with axes? usually that's their main weapon when they're going hunting for victims

Yay, my first official ask! And ofc you chose my fav texas boys! (I chose my boy Jason too because I feel like it was fitting for the theme lol). Sorry it's a bit long I got carried away. Thank you and hope you like it

is it axe or ax? because google says it's both but my spellcheck apps tell me otherwise. I'll use both just in case :p

Warnings: My usual potty mouth :p. Mentions of violence and blood. (A bug gets killed in Tommy's🧍🏻‍♀️sorry in advance) Just typical slasher stuff

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Jason Voorhees with an Axe wielding S/O 🪓

Thomas Hewitt 🤎

First of all, and this goes without saying, all of these slashers will express some level of concern with their s/o wielding any type of weapon.

For Tommy, he would be in the middle of the three.

Not super concerned, but enough to be worried you’d accidentally hurt yourself.

Even if his S/O was extraordinarily skilled at throwing an ax, he would still be scared for their safety.

But don't get me wrong, he would be amazed at your skill.

It would be a hot texas afternoon when he saw you first show your skill.

The both of you had gone out to collect some wood for Luda Mae's wood stove and you decided to tag along with Tommy and offered to carry the chopping axe he would use for splitting the larger trunks after he cut them down with his chainsaw.

He would be a bit wary of you holding the axe but wouldn’t 'voice' his concerns. Only watched you to make sure nothing happened.

He'd be a bit confused when he caught sight of you inspecting the axe, turning it over, and checking how heavy it was. He'd be even more surprised when you'd comment how "It's got a nice weight" and "it might need to be sharpened soon"

But what really caught him off guard? When the both of you sat down under a small shade to rest after having pilled up all the wood, you pointed at an annoyingly noisy cicada that was on a tree trunk a few feet in front of your spot on the ground and told him "I bet I can hit it from here"

He'd given a rumbly chuckle and motioned you to go ahead and try.

But instead of throwing a rock like he thought you would, you reached for the axe next to him and threw it at the tree, sticking the axe on your target and making the cicada past tense 🧍🏻‍♀️

He'd sit stunned for a few seconds before snapping out of it when he'd see you cheering and saying how you still "got it".

If you expressed enough interest, he would go as far as to make your own small throwing range and make targets out of wood slabs. (Using his own chainsaw-wielding skills for something else)

He'd also go out of his way to find an axe fit for his S/O's liking.

Also, it would bring him a bit piece of mind knowing that they’re equipped to defend themselves in case a 'trespasser' attacks them.

And such was demonstrated when one tried to escape and his s/o used their axe to stop him. Yea, let's just say he stopped in his tracks to lay face down and closely check out the grass 👀

Best be assured Hoyt will ask you to help 'deal' with trespassers more often after that.

Overall, Tommy would support his s/o's love for axe throwing ❤️

Bubba Sawyer🧡

This big sweetheart would be the least concerned out of the slashers.

He'd be pretty chill about his s/o having a gift in the ax-throwing arts.

He'd be the most amazed as well.

Quite frankly, he'd be more concerned for the safety of his brothers

Why you may ask?

Well because the first time he saw his S/O's great skill was during a quite rowdy family dinner.

It all began when Nubbins thought it was a good time for show and tell, and emptied out his never-ending sack/bag of trinkets right on the table. Various items spilled out and some even fell off the table. But the most noticeable? A mother freaking hatchet.

"Where the damn hell did ya' get that?!" Drayton would ask.

Nubbins would then inform you all how he got it from some guy who was 'passing by' and was now unalive outside the property.

This was new information for the rest of the household.

The older Sawyer would rise in anger and begin yelling at his brothers, including Bubba, about how they failed to inform him of this and even began to get physical by throwing food at them.

But you being you, were quick to defend your hubby and state how he also didn’t know. Thus creating more chaos during dinner.

One thing leads to another, and before Drayton could hit Bubba with his stick, you reach for the hatchet on the table and aim at the piece of wood in his hand and throw it. Successfully cutting it in half, just above his fingers.

The brothers would all freeze and then slowly turn in sync to look at the axe stuck in the wall and then back at your fuming figure.

Drayton would stare at his intact hand like👁👄👁

He would then calm down and Bubba would just stare at you in awe. Happy that you'd stand up for him but also astounded at your aim.

Since then, it wasn’t uncommon to see you walk around with the hatchet in a makeshift holster at your side.

The oldest Sawyers would be more careful with what they say to your dear Bubba when you're around, in fear of angering you and earning themselves an ax to the face.

Bubba would frequently point at random objects or spots and ask for you to throw the axe and hit them. Sometimes as a way to playfully 'test' your aim.

He would celebrate your bullseyes with you and would even carry you and spin you around. So cute.

You would also accompany him more often to deal with the 'passerby’s'

If you offered to teach him or even play a small game he would be a bit hesitant at first, scared that he would end up hurting you.

But would then ease in after much reassurance.

In conclusion, Bubba would even go as far as to encourage his s/o's love for axe throwing ❤️

Jason Voorhees 💛

Now this man,

THIS Man would be the most concerned out of the three.

In the beginning, he wouldn’t even let his s/o near any of his own weapons in fear that they might get hurt.

if he could, I bet he would go as far as to baby-proof the whole cabin. THE WOODS!

So how does his S/O achieve using their skill?

After countless of begging and nagging of course.

You'd have to convince this man and reassure him that you won't get hurt.

This would take months 🧍🏻‍♀️

But eventually, he would break.

At first, you'd have to agree to only use an axe under his supervision.

Surprisingly, he would let you choose any of the many types of axes he has in storage,'left behind' by campers 👁, as long as it wasn’t to heavy or something, you didn’t pay attention to what he was signing because you were to busy checking out all the cool axes.

You chose a dope ass tomahawk

There would be a designated throwing range/area for you designed and approved by him.

He would mark targets on trees and hang objects for you to hit.

He would also make you wear gear that campers 'left behind'👁

Gloves,steel-toed boots, and even a climbing helmet wtf

But you'd go along with it as long as you got to throw a darn axe

When you finally, FINALLY, get to throw an axe, he's sweating bullets and all worried.

But you throw that thing like there's no tomorrow and hit the furthest away target dead in the center.

He just stands there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

After a couple of throws and bullseyes, he becomes a bit less worried, JUST A BIT. He still all mother hen on ya.

After a while, he would let up and let you throw without having on more protection that the pope's security team.

Aaaaand eventually without him watching over you like a hawk.

But what really loosens him up was when you'd use your skill on a trespassing camper.

One had been tougher than expected and fought back, bodyslamming into Jason and gaining the upper hand.

The camper was about to stab Jason with his own machete,

but dearest oh dearest,

you chopped that mofos hand (unlike with Drayton) with one clean throw before he could hurt your man.

The stunned silence that came out of our Jason was louder than his usual silence.

After that whole situation, Jason allowed you to join him as a 'scout' to deal with campers.

He's still all panicky about it but learns to trust you and your skill.

With all that being said, Jason would learn to accept his s/o's love for axe throwing ❤️

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I just noticed that i wrote about three slashers that mostly don't talk.

I took some artistic liberties on this one.

If you guys have any requests, feel free to send them my way. MUAH!

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