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#Jason was shitting his pants when he heard she was there and he wasn’t

kl4us4 · 2 years

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MR. RAGER (eddie munson x f!reader)

you wanna be one of them, yeah, you wanna be one of them.

or, in which, Eddie's desire to fit in has never resurfaced as much as it does while watching you gain attention from the popular crowd. things get messy when Jason targets Eddie, yet again.

warnings: bullying, witnessing a physical fight/violence.

There’s never been such longing in someone’s eyes before. You feel as though his big, brown eyes are drilling into your back, making your spine shiver. With every passing second, you feel another inch of him digging into you. The longer Jason and his friends linger around your table, the more you want to turn and meet Eddie’s gaze.

“I dunno,” Lucas mumbles sheepishly, “I mean, Mrs D’s class is kinda tough, she moves way too fast.”

You give him a nod of acknowledgment, looking up from your notes, “Right!”

Eddie watches your smile, the way it literally brightens the room and, at the same time, makes his face contort with jealousy. It isn’t just that though, he can’t pinpoint it. It’s jealousy but it’s not because you’re smiling at Lucas - he knows you’re friends with all the kids in Hellfire due to your friendship with Harrington and Buckley - it’s just… it’s because it’s you smiling because you fit in. That was just it. You fit in.

“Mrs D’s class?” Jason barks out a laugh, throwing his head back and exposing his sharp, white teeth; as if a hyena emerging from a hunger filled slumber, “A seventh grader could pass her class, come on!”

You notice Lucas’s face scrunch for a moment before he just laughs it off, watching Jason roll his eyes at him. It sends a pant of guilt to your heart - Lucas, trying to brush off being ridiculed by someone who was meant to be his friend.

Trying to hide your frown, you just give Jason a shrug, “No, Lucas is right. It’s like she wants everyone to fail.”

Chrissy nods her head in agreement, pointing a fork in the air, “She’s definitely not the greatest.”

“Please,” Jason grins widely, leaning his back against the table as he folds his arms, “the only person who’s dumb enough to fail her class, again and again, is The Freak.”

A frown grows on your face. You should be used to people talking shit about him - but Jason brings him into conversation so needlessly. And you’ve never heard someone speak about him behind his back. You weren’t naive, you knew they did it, you just never thought you’d have to endure it without Eddie by your side. He would always make a joke or sly comment, he’d always bounce back from it better than you ever could - and the comment wasn’t even about you.

“I know,” Jason remarks, seeing your disgusted expression before he turns to the Hellfire table, “At least we’re not as brain-dead as him, huh?”

Eddie doesn’t tear his eyes away, having heard his accepted ‘nickname’ being thrown around from a few metres away. He doesn’t move an inch, not even as his friends continue talking their utter nonsense about Vecna and Kas right in front of him.

Jason straightens up when he meets Eddie’s eyes, immediately on guard for an altercation. You wonder if he tenses from fear or anticipation and you’re not sure which is worse.

“What’re you looking at, Freak?” Jason exclaims, lifting off of the table. You swallow the lump in your throat, the hairs on the back of your neck beginning to rise in fear.

“Oh, c-c’mon man,” Lucas mutters awkwardly, his dark eyes flicking between Jason and his friends at the table in the distance.

Carvers voice gains the attention of the Hellfire Club, who send hateful glares towards your table. You lock tense eyes with Dustin and Mike, who watch you in confusion. They don’t know about you and Eddie, but they know you’re meant to be their friend-slash-babysitter. When you meet Eddie’s eyes, just for a second of a moment, you can tell he doesn’t want to hold back anymore. He looks so fed up. But he sees your wide, frightful and apologetic gaze, and he casts his eyes to the centre of his table, teeth gritting together.

“Yeah,” Jason mumbles, grinning at the older kid, “That’s what I thought, trailer-park trash! Go cry about it to your alcoholic Uncle.” Jason turns around, grinning to his squad of jocks who surround the table.

The screech of Eddie’s chair against the ground as he rises to his feet makes you grimace as your teeth grit together. It happened to quickly, you barely made it out of your seat as Eddie grabbed Jason’s tidy, ironed collar and pulled the shorter boy towards him.

“Say that shit again!” Eddie shouts in his face, staring down wildly, “Say it again, I dare you!”

Andy grips Eddie’s shoulders, his hands tugging him by his denim vest before tearing him away.

“Stop!” You scream, pushing past the students who had begun to crowd around as Andy and Chance stand on either side of Eddie, holding him in place, “Stop it!”

Someone pushes you back before you can reach the inner circle. You hear Jason’s first punch land and Eddie lets out a grunt, keening over. Two hands are on your shoulders and you look up.

“Y/N!” Chrissy exclaims, staring down at you with wide, terrified eyes, “Oh, God! Are you okay?”

She helps you stand and you shove past the crowd or students. “Eddie!” Dustin shouts, held back by Mike as he tries to wrestle his way to the older kids.

Before Jason can land a third punch to Eddie’s face, shove Chance off of him. Andy, in confusion and somewhat shock, lets go of Eddie. He crumples to the floor, one hand immediately going to his tender stomach. That first punch landed the hardest, he’s gotta admit that. It was right in the kidneys, completely knocking the air and sense out of him.

Lips parted and eyes wide, you look at Jason, “Are you insane?”

“Didn’t know you had a soft spot for junkies,” Jason laughs before looking down at his red knuckles, “c’mon, don’t be so goddamn dramatic, Y/N.”

Eddie lets out a shallow grunt, riding to his unsteady feet. You turn to help. When you place a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, you can’t help the breath that catches in your throat when he flinches away from you. You take your hand off him, watching as he looks up at you, head angled towards the ground, “Eddie-”

“Don’t touch me,” Eddie’s voice is like venom - you don’t even realise it’s menacing and deadly until a few seconds too late.

“Wow,” Jason mewls, watching the interaction, “really living up to that Munson name, aren’t you?”

It takes you a moment to full hear what Eddie said. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me? Pressing your lips together, you stand to your full height and, like you’ve practiced too many times before, you pretend you don’t care about Eddie Munson. Gareth rises towards Eddie, his eyes always flicking towards the jocks still surrounding the scene. Jeff steps in, hesitantly helping Eddie to his feet. Eddie doesn’t even look at you as they lead him to the Hellfire table, just as the principle comes in shouting and ordering students around. But the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch, and almost everyone disperses.

“Y/N,” Chrissy calls from behind you, collecting your things for you, “c’mon, let’s… let’s go.”

Watching as Eddie walks out of the cafeteria, black bandana held against his bloody nose, you bite the inner corner of your cheek. He doesn’t spare a glance at you. Chrissy hands you your bag, now packed with all your things and you stare at it for a second before taking your bag and rushing outside of the cafeteria, outside the entire school, and heading in the direction of your house.

You weren’t sure if you should call him. It didn’t seem like it. Didn’t seem like he wanted you to, judging from your interaction. Eddie had never looked at you like that. You can’t get the image from your head, his bleeding nose and pained face, staring directly at you as he told you not to touch him. He even flinched away from your hand. Eddie had never done that before.

It’s late. You’re just about to turn your lamp off when a knock comes from your window. Shutting your eyes, you freeze, already knowing who it is. When you turn, you can see Eddie perched on the roof below your window. Letting out a sigh, you rise from your bed to unlock and slide it open. You don’t say anything as you look down at him, meeting his sunken eyes.

“It's late,” you mutter nervously, the lamp from your bedroom illuminating the light bruise on his nose, "are you okay?"

"Fine," he just nods absentmindedly, before rushing out his question, “why’d you get involved?”

“What?” You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he’s seriously asking such a stupid, obvious question.

“It was really stupid of you,” he adds seriously, “stepping into a fight like that - everyone there was ten times bigger than you.”

“Did you come here just to hurt me?” You ask plainly, “You already did enough of that today.”

Eddie looks at the window sill, hiding the guilt in his gaze, expression totally unreadable and plain, “Can I come in?”

You open the window wider, stepping aside and watching as he slowly climbs into your room. You don’t say anything. There’s this really heavy tension that’s settled between the two of you and you don’t know how or why it got there.

“Parents home?” He wonders quietly, looking around at the silent home. He knows they’re not. They rarely are.

You get to the point because you’ve never been a fan of dancing around anything, “I got involved because they would’ve beaten you until you couldn’t remember your own name. Why’d you push me away?”

Eddie watches as you stare up at him, eyes already glossy as you examine his bruising face. His lips part for a moment and he licks them, “I don’t know.”

“Eddie,” you mumble, staring at him and waiting.

“I didn’t… People were staring at us, I…” He just shakes his head, eyes darting to yours to gauge if you understand his stuttered words.

“You didn’t want people to find out about us,” you finish his sentence for him, giving him an emotionless nod, “you were being beaten in front of me and-and you’d rather just… endure it than have anyone know you’re dating me.”

“No, just... let me find the words,” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch together and he lingers by your window, as if at any moment you’ll tell him to leave and, honestly, you might, “people were staring at me like... like I was crazy for standing up for myself - like even though I got the shit beaten out of me, somehow it was my fault." He lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head gently, "I don't know... I just - then I saw you and I-I don't want people to look at you like they look at me; like a freak."

"I don't care what people think about you, you know that," you remind him.

"You should," he refutes simply, "Y/N, I still think it’s… better for you; for no one to know. You know, I… I get shit from everyone, yeah, but I’m used to it. I can handle it.”

You frown at him, “You don’t think I can?”

Eddie looks at you, noticing your red cheeks and glossy eyes. “No,” he answers truthfully, “and I don’t ever want you to. You fit in with them - Chrissy and the cheer squad and all that, they’re your friends. I don’t want you to lose that over me, you don’t deserve that. You deserve to enjoy your last year without me ruining it. So, no, I don’t… I don’t think you really know what it’d mean to be seen with me.”

“You’re aware that I’m capable of making decisions for myself,” you stare at him, eyes borderline glaring at him, “right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he breathes out a sigh, his eyes roaming up and down you.

"Also, you don't ruin anything for me, ever - so, don't say that," you glare at him, shaking your head at his idiocy.

Eddie lets out a light chuckle at your expression but gives you a knowing nod, "Yeah, well, either way - I gotta stand my ground on this one, sweetheart. I just... I want you to be safe."

"I'm safe with you," you tell him openly, pressing a hand against his cold cheek, "always."

"You wouldn't be if they knew," he responds, trying so hard not to let his instincts overcome him by leaning into your warm touch, "they'd make your life hell. You shouldn't have to worry about the shit that I worry about, you know? I... Jesus Christ, this is gonna be embarrassing but... I used to want to be one of them, you know?"

You squint your eyes at him, tilting your head as you give him a smirk, "You? Metalhead Munson?"

A smile breaks through his demeanour and he squeezes your hip gently, giving you a fond look, "Yeah, when I was a kid - like 13, 14 - I used to want nothing but to fit in. I never felt like that again 'til today."

He watches your expression fall and you frown at him, "I'm sorry, Eddie."

"Not your fault, pretty baby," he hums, trying to lighten the mood as he leans forward to brush his nose against yours, "just want you to be okay because I know what it's like not to be." He finishes. You gaze up at him, a small pout on your lips. "Don't look at me like that," he hums out a whisper.

"I just love you," you admit honestly, stroking your thumb against his cheek which has become warmer the longer he's stayed inside of your room, "I love you so much."

Eddie grins, one of those charming, dimple-y, unadulterated smiles that makes you stare at him fondly. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbles tenderly, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours, “always."

“Always,” you respond to him, pushing your lips to his. His soft lips move against yours tenderly while his hands fall down to your hips. The kiss feels like it always does - bubbly, familiar, loving - but it makes it even more comforting to know you’ll be kissing these perfect lips for as long as the universe allows you.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Okay but imagine Eddie fighting Jason for talking bad about Y/n and then Eddie still being mad about the whole situation so he angry fucks Y/n 🫣

Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Jason getting what he deserves, angry fucking, creampie, slight degrading kink, fluff, angst, unprotected sex.

"Where's your girlfriend huh freak?" You hear Jason say as you walked slowly towards to cafeteria. You had no energy for his bullshit after surely failing the pop quiz you were given in your last period.

"I can't even ask what she sees in you, you're both freaks," Jason said, making the basketball players and cheerleaders burst into over exaggerated laughter.

"But what do you see in her? She can't even make my dick hard 'cuz she's so fucking weird, how does she make yours? I bet she-"

Jason didn't finish his sentence as you heard a noise then cheerleaders screaming.

You rushed into the cafeteria, finding Jason with a bloody nose and mouth, knocked out cold with Eddie being hauled away from him by Dustin.

"I'll talk to Lucas and get him to fix this, just get him out of here!" Dustin yelled.

As soon as you were out of the cafeteria you cupped Eddie's cheeks and examined his face for any cuts or bruises.

"Are you ok? You didn't have to Ed," you said, softly.

He was still visibly angry, something you'd never seen before but his expression softened when he felt your touch and looked down at you.

"Of course I had to. No one especially that prick is gonna talk shit about my girl and get away with it. He can say whatever he wants about me but not you. Who is he to even say your name," Eddie said, clenching his fists.

You placed your hand in his and led him out of school to your car.

"Let's ditch, my place?"

He nodded and got in the passenger seat. The car ride was quiet, he was still upset and you wanted to give him his space to cool off.

You barely reached inside before he grabbed you and shoved you against the door, kissing you roughly.

It was unlike him but fuck, you loved it.

“Ed- wait, lemme lock the door.”

He let go of you and allowed you to lock the door, also allowing you to catch your breath before he took it away again with another rough kiss.

This time, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips were back on yours as he walked with you to your room, almost bouncing over your mother’s vases.

He tried to be gentle but still ended up throwing you onto the bed.

“Hey, it’s ok,” you whispered, “you can take your anger out. I can take it.”

“I can take it.” The second those words left your lips, his pants and boxers were down mid thigh and your panties were being ripped off. You could get use to this new Eddie.

“Face down, ass up,” he commanded.

You obliged and as soon as you did, he sunk into you from behind.

“Fuck! You’re so wet. You like seeing me angry don’t you? I know you do angel.”

He gave you no time to adjust, he immediately started meeting your hips with powerful thrusts. You hands were balled into fists as you gripped the bedsheets tightly. He definitely wasn’t holding back.

He gripped your hips tightly as you tried to move off his cock, his rings surely to leave a few marks. “You said you could take it, so take it. Take all that I give you,” he panted.

You let out a moan at his words that were so different than what you were used to but still had the same effect on you. He was plunging into you as if he was on a mission--well he was on a mission to make you cum.

“Eds, I’m gonna cum, please I wanna cum, you whined.

He pulled you back to his chest, still thrusting into you. “Cum for me then, cum all over my dick,” he growled.

As he said so, you cried his name and creamed all over his cock inside you. You saw stars as he continued to fuck you through your high and pretty soon, his own release came.

He shoved you back onto the bed and came inside you, the feeling almost enough to make you cum again.

You whined as you felt him leave you but you were content again when he returned with a warm towel.

“I’m sorry baby, did I hurt you? Are you alright?” he asked, almost in a panic.

“Don’t be sorry Ed, I’m alright, I liked it.”

“Oh thank God. I just- just needed to let things out. Jason’s a fucking prick.”

“I know baby,” you smiled and pulled him in for a warm hug,

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klbwriting · 1 month

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 7 - From Here

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none, just angst

Summary: Jason had a long recovery journey ahead and doesn't start it well

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

It isn't where I am, its where I go from here - Amelie

Jason had passed out whenever he saw Dick finally arrive to get him, the pain of trying to walk on his ankle enough to drain all the blood from his face. The last thing he remembered was Dick’s frantic face as he picked him up to carry him to the car. Then he was sleeping, until he heard Dick’s voice. He didn’t open his eyes, wanting to will himself back to sleep, but then he heard his name.

“Jason isn’t just some soldier for you to discharge when you think he’s disobeying orders,” Dick said, voice low but so angry. Jason assumed that he was talking to Bruce. He must have known that Jason found Bruce and was now trying to figure out what had happened.

“What are you talking about ‘he’s not one of us’? I tried to beat the shit out of you…so what if I didn’t try to shoot you, I just didn’t think of it…o so because he has guns he’s some kind of serial killer?...it was Falcone what harm did his death do?...what are you talking about, you wouldn’t give him to the cops…fuck you Bruce, get your shit together and don’t call me until you do,” Dick finally hung up the phone and let out an annoyed sigh. “I know you’re awake.”

“I don’t want to be,” Jason said, eyes opening slowly. He wiped them and sat up a little, looking down that his leg under the hospital blanket. “An actual hospital?” he said, taking in the stark white room and the itchy blanket over his lower half.

“I got your gear to a safe house, said you were getting drunk at some roof party and fell off,” he said. Jason rolled his eyes. “Hey, it was always a safe go to way to get injured, drunk people are idiots.” Jason nodded, pulling the blanket to look at his ankle, leg in a cast from the knee down. “That’s on for six weeks, then you get a boot, so no hijinks until after. I contacted the school, they obviously will work with you for your classes and your theater director said she wouldn’t recast you, they want you at practice today, which starts in an hour so we better get moving.” Jason followed along, but then looked at Dick.

“What about YN? What did she say? Where is she?” he asked, getting up and getting his clothes so he could get dressed. Dick looked at little guilty.

“I didn’t tell her anything, I said I had you and that she needed to get to class, so she went to class, you’ll see her at practice,” he said. Jason stared. Great, she was going to freak out. He got dressed around the cast, needing to cut his combat pants to get them to work around the bulk before shooting off a text to YN telling her not to freak out when she saw him. She called him.

“What do you mean NOT freak out? What happened?” she asked. Dick was driving, pretending he couldn’t hear his brother who was stretched out in the backseat.

“I fell off a roof,” he said. There was a long minute of silence. “YN?”

“Are you ok?” she asked, clearly trying to contain herself. He didn’t know where she was, but she was whispering now. “Was it related to anything like…the terror that flaps in the night?” Jason let out a laugh.

“Darkwing Duck? No, he wasn’t there,” Jason said, getting a loud hmph from YN. He heard a door close and then another door and then running water. “Are you showering?”

“I’m making noise in one of the dorm showers, so no one hears me, I snuck in to hide for this conversation,” she said. “And no not Darkwing Duck, I was trying to infer about Batman.” Jason scowled.

“Yes, it involved Bruce,” he said. “I confronted him, told him to leave you alone. He said something about me finding him, then he said my name and I lost it…I tackled him off the roof, he used a grappling hook and I fell.”

“And then he came to help you until Dick arrived?” she said, even though she knew the answer.

“No, he left me,” Jason said, saying it out loud really ripping open his chest. His father once again leaving him. It wasn’t a surprise, him being abandoned, but it didn’t hurt any less.

“That absolute fucking cunt,” she said, and Jason laughed in surprise more than anything. She wasn’t exactly angelic, but he had never heard her say something so vulgar. “I need to go, heading to practice early to do some arranging with the music teaching advisor on the play, I will see you there?”

“Ya, I’ll be there,” he said, smiling a little.

“Alright, I love you Jason,” she said, making sure to enunciate each word so he heard them clearly. She hung up, knowing he might not be able to say the words back. Betrayal could do that to him. He didn’t feel much love for anything at the moment, but he knew in a few hours, when he had a chance to rest, get a shower and some food, get comfortable, he would feel so much love and care towards his brother and his girlfriend, but right now his entire mind was shaded with anger and worry and doubt. At least he could use that for motivation at practice.

The director was understanding about the timeline of his ankle, but did ask that he be more responsible in the future. He heard her mutter that if he wasn’t so talented she would have kicked him out so he took that as a good sign. He could at least do something right. He could hobble around pretty good on one crutch since he had done that before during his stint as Robin, so he got around the stage pretty well as they got used to their marks. Being the phantom, he didn’t need to do much dancing, it was more looking menacing, which was a little difficult with a cast, but he could figure it out. By the end he was exhausted, collapsing into a theater seat as the director went over the schedule for the next couple weeks. YN didn’t make an appearance until the end where she answered a question about how the arrangement was coming along and she stammered through her answer, catching sight of him with his cast.

“Yes, I know Mr. Todd seems to have gotten himself injured already, college parties get wilder every year,” the director muttered. YN nodded, before walking over and sitting next to him. The director dismissed them all and while the others left YN and Jason stayed seated.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think you were in a cast; you fell off a roof, of course it wasn’t just a concussion or something,” she said. “How bad is it?”

“6 weeks in this thing and then a boot until they say I’m ok,” he answered. She nodded and produced a sharpie from her bag. “Going to be the first to sign it?”

“Yes, I am your girlfriend I am first,” she said, putting her name and a heart on it. “There, now you have a six-week reminder that you are loved.” Jason still wasn’t ready to accept that and instead rolled his eyes, instant annoyance settling over him.

“Yes, loved by someone who lied to me,” he said before he could stop himself. He regretted it as soon as the smile fell off of YN’s face. His annoyance wasn’t at her, it was at himself, and just like always he pushed his self-loathing out onto others. “YN…”

“No, you’re right, I lied to you about the apartment. Don’t worry, the next apartment I get I will be paying for myself, no rich assholes or deadbeat dads to be seen,” she said. “I have some work to finish for the show, I will see you later?” She stood and grabbed her bag before he could answer, disappearing back towards the music area of the school. He knew Dick was waiting to take him back to the apartment, so he sighed and went home.

YN wasn’t back until late that evening, setting her things in a corner by the door, trying to be small. Dick had noticed Jason was in a bad mood as soon as he got in the car and since he couldn’t go out to kiss criminal ass at the moment, he was sulking on the couch watching the 2005 Pride and Prejudice because yes, the one with Colin Firth may have been a classic but dammit Matthew Macfadyen was absolutely perfect as Mr. Darcy. He noticed and bounced to shut the movie off.

“No, I love this movie,” she said, walking over as his hand stilled on the remote. She sat down on the couch, and he put an arm on the back of it, a peace offering. She slid in and leaned her head to his chest, his arm sliding around her and Dick slinking out of the room, and Jason took a deep breath, finally ready to feel loved for a little while.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after several minutes. She took the hand on her shoulder and kissed it softly.

“I’m sorry too,” she said. Neither of them needed to look to see how much the other meant it, how much they loved each other. It was in their very beings and Jason once again, and probably not for the last time, realized he didn’t need Bruce to love him, he had Dick and he had YN and that was all he needed.

#jasontodd #jason todd #red hood #redhood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #strangeduet

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of it - Coming Home

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: SFW

Word Count: 1257

Summary: Jason comes home from a long trip away from Gotham and visits Andy. Both of them try very hard to pretend they're not yearning.

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Jason arrived back to Gotham after two months in space.

He was sore, tired, and annoyed. He hated space. There was never enough room, the food was terrible, and no matter how much you liked your fellow voyagers, the close quarters and endless hours with nothing to do meant he spent the whole time in endless petty arguments.

He was pretty sure he owed half the Outlaws apologies for the stupid shit he said on the ride home.

He dumped his bag of gear in the doorway of his cold apartment. The lights took a second to come on and bathed the rooms in bleak white light. He pulled out his phone and saw the backlog of messages and calls. He scrolled past and deleted most of them.

Andy had sent him a backlog of memes. A tired smile tugged at his mouth.

He had thought giving her some space while he was in actual space would probably be good for both of them. He hadn’t had this much to do with someone outside of the hero scene since before his death. It wasn’t fair to her when she didn’t know the danger inherent with his company.

He chuckled at a hideous meme about Nicholas Nickleby. Damn, he had missed her.

He’d forgotten just how stabilising it was to have civilian friends. How relaxing it was. It kind of weirded him out sometimes. No wonder Dick was always hassling Bruce to go socialise.

He flipped her a message, letting her know he was back.

He shucked off his shirt and took a shower. He rewrapped his bandages but couldn’t be bothered shaving. His stubble was really just a beard by now. Tomorrow’s problem.

In a towel and slippers he wandered back through his apartment. Was it always so draughty? He’d forgotten to turn the heating on or close the curtains. He pulled the fridge open.

It was completely empty.

He tipped his head back and sighed for about a million years.

Of course he’d cleared everything out before he left. He wasn’t an idiot. And there was plenty of shelf stable food in the pantry, he could technically feed every bat in the city for a year, but he was not eating rehydrated food from a packet tonight. He refused.

His phone buzzed on the counter. He flipped it over. Andy’s face glowed next to a message asking if he wanted to come over for dinner.

‘Got a giant pot pie in the oven,’ she said.

He grinned. He wasn’t going to say yes, all he needed was a quiet night decompressing. Still. The thought counted.

He opened a delivery app.

Andy sent him a photo. Her giant dog’s soulful eyes and fluffy snout took over the screen.

‘Marlow doesn’t want you to eat sad take out in a sad empty apartment.’

‘My apartment isn’t sad,’ he replied.

‘But it doesn’t have Marlow. Who’s begging will you cave to and give the scraps from your plate?’

‘Marlow makes a compelling case.’

He flicked back to the delivery app. He scrolled by pizza and stir fry and curry. He opened the fridge again. Still empty.

He opened the chat.

‘What kind of pot pie?’

‘Beef burgundy.’

He leaned his head against the fridge door.

‘I’ll be there in twenty

‘😀’

He threw some pants and an old shirt on and grabbed a bottle of wine from the depths of his pantry.

Shortly after he climbed the stairs to Andy’s apartment. It was a nice enough spot for Crime Alley, a corner apartment on the top level. The elevator didn’t work, the paint was peeling, and the balcony was technically condemned, but the landlord hadn’t put the rent up in five years. A steal.

He heard excited dog noises from behind the door before he even knocked. His shoulders relaxed.

The door swung open a moment later and Andy grinned up at him, the vanguard of a wave of wave air that enveloped him. He was holding a bottle of wine, she was holding a potato peeler. He folded her into a hug. She squeezed him happily.

She took the wine, and he soon found himself sitting on the living room floor, his back against the couch, with a giant happy dog sitting on his legs. He was warm and sank into a puddle of golden afternoon light. Delicious smells wafted in from the kitchen and MASH reruns played quietly on the tv. He had somehow ended up holding the potato peeler.

“Can I help?” he called, even though he suspected if he had to stand up again he might just cry.

Andy laughed from the kitchen. “Absolutely not.”

He draped his arms over Marlow’s back, and let his head fall back against the couch. A contented huff came from the dog. Jason closed his eyes.

When next he opened them the light had changed.

The curtains were closed. A reading lamp off to the side cast diffuse orange light across the room. The opening credits for a later season of MASH played quietly on the tv.

He turned his head, groggy and unconcerned. Andy sat curled up on the couch behind him and to the side. He spied a scraped empty plate next to her and an open book on the arm rest. The dog had dragged over his bed and was sleeping next to both of them.

He looked up at her for a moment, studying her. The curl of her hand against her cheek. The little flyaway of her hair curling over her forehead. One shoulder of her cardigan slipping down her arm. Her toes tucked under a couch cushion. If he was a painter, he would want to paint her here, now.

“Dinner’s in the oven for you,” she said quietly.

His stomach reminded him of how pressing a concern that was.

He clambered up with a groan. Marlow came along to the kitchen to see what he was doing, and then back again to sit optimistically at his feet.

Jason sat next to Andy on the couch and ate his fill.

“I forgot how good a cook you are,” he moaned.

She beamed.

He pointed with his fork. “My turn, next time. I owe you.”

Her smile turned lazy. “Sure. Next time I fall off the map for two months and resurface with a beard and a full week of sleep debt, you can do the cooking.”

He narrowed his eyes while chewing his mashed potatoes. “Cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“Yeah I am. Fuckin’ adorable.”

“Missed you, Jay.”

Something thick lodged in his throat. Too much, it was too much, if he opened his mouth something stupid would come out.

Andy’s expression shuttered. She looked down at her book.

“Too much peace and quiet without me?” he managed. He aimed for soft, and not sharp, and hoped like hell he succeeded. He was too rough and jagged for this kind woman. She didn’t deserve his bullshit.

“Not enough peace and quiet,” she said like nothing had happened. “I can’t trick anyone else into walking Marlow for me. He’s taken to whining about it.”

The dog sat up straighter at hearing his name.

“Really? Two whole months and nobody’s replaced me as his favourite?”

She shrugged and reached out to rub behind his ears. “No other contenders.”

“Well they’re missing out,” Jason said. He rubbed Marlow’s flank.

They petted opposite sides of the dog, not making eye contact. Marlow, who had never hesitated to love anyone in his life, was perfectly happy to receive their affections.

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#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #red hood x oc #my fanfic #for the hell of it #dc #fluff #yearning #your honor they're in love #and useless idiots

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nocturnalchaos · 1 year

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M’kay. So, for those who did not see it previously (as the post was a reblog and is kinda hidden on tumblr), below is the rough draft of the prologue that I am working/pondering on writing. And I am going to include my rough draft of the opening chapter I had in mind when I wrote this.

Author’s Note: This is written as a DamiRae fanfic which will explore what happens when Raven gets pregnant. I’m also contemplating if I should have the fanfic be a JayRae fanfic instead of a DamiRae (ie. Raven is pregnant with Jason Todd’s baby and there is no romantic relationship between Raven and Damian). When I first planned out this storyline I had DamiRae in mind. But a JayRae pregnancy is a storyline that is not really explored by a lot of fanfics (via what I can find on AO3 or Fanfiction.net). Also, I feel like I have a better handle on how I want to write Jason in this situation/fanfic. I don’t know… I will need to sleep on it.

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Prologue(?)

John Constantine had never needed a cigarette so badly in his life.

And alcohol.

He needed a cigarette for the stress and enough alcohol to make him forget all of this shite.

He would have gotten that cigarette by now if he wasn’t afraid of a certain Nutter with a katana removing the hand holding the desired cigarette. The last one he tried to smoke near her had ruthlessly been bisected by a Batarang.

John looked down at the young, very pregnant, woman at his feet. Her panting could be heard over the chaos outside the pocket of calm readiness that enveloped the magic circle. The magic circle beneath their feet gave off a red glow. Giving everything an eerie vibe as they were partially lit from below. John prayed that this magic circle would do its job and provide enough protection from the shit show outside.

“Ahhhh! CONTRACTION!!” She shrieked as her hands clenched and stretched the fabric of her oversized shirt. Her face briefly turning demonic before reverting back to her usual appearance. Sweat dotted her face and dampened her hairline. Purple strands of hair clung to her sweat soaked face.

Bracelets of a matte black metal encircled the woman’s wrists. Hairline cracks had starting to appear in the metal when her first contraction had occurred. With each subsequent contraction the cracks had grown, and occasionally, gave off the odd black spark. Both the magic circle and metal bracelets encircle her wrists working together to protect everyone. Especially the bracelets, they will hopefully prevent her from leveling… everything.

Through gritted teeth she spoke.

“John!” Determination filling her usually emotionlessness voice.

“What!” He snapped the word at her as he stood next to her supine body. On the opposite side of her body, the Nutter stood guarding her with a katana in each hand. The Nutter shot John a glare before going back to his vigilant readiness.

“You’re going to have to deliver the baby!”

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Chapter 1 (wip)

*10 months earlier*

Raven smiled softly as she looked at Damian from her reclined position on the king size bed. Afternoon sunlight from the nearby window illuminated her slightly disheveled purple hair as she head rested on a pillow. Titus’s big black blocky head rested on her flat stomach beneath her gentle hand. Eyes closed in contentment, the Great Dane’s big body sprawled on the bed next to his mistress. The dog’s stillness indicated that Titus was awake to Raven.

Titus tended to be a restless sleeper. He would shuffle, scoot, twitch, and curl during his sleeping hours. This habit of Titus’s bugged Damian when he allowed the dog to sleep on their bed at night. As the dog’s restless sleeping habits would wake Damian in the middle of the night. Because of his early upbringing with the League of Assassins, Damian was a light sleeper and always would be.

It had become part of her morning routine to make Damian a strong cup of coffee after nights when Titus was allowed to sleep in their bed. Yes, their bed.

When Damian had turned 18 and had been her boyfriend for 2 years, Damian and Raven had decided that they wanted to live together in shared a room in Titans tower as they were both still an active part of the Titans team.

Titus let out a deep sigh bringing Raven back to the present. Sounds of rustling and a deep male grumble came from Raven’s right.

Nearby, a 19 year old Damian Wayne, sat in a wooden chair. Long legs spread wide to support the lap desk holding his sketchbook in his lap. He sat hunched over the thick pad of paper. His fingers were covered in the sooty black charcoal.

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Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog. I am really curious to see what you have to say about how this story should turn out or explore.

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zombi3zammy · 1 year

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Little doll.

((This is my very first fanfic so uh, yeah it’s bad. Anyway, GN reader! <3))

(CW - Jason being a toxic A-hole, main character death, horribly written and rushed story lol)

It started in elementary school. You where the shy and socially awkward child… the one all the children bullied and teased due to having dirty uniforms and messy, tangled hair… and you always seemed to have dirt on your face and knees.

you where best friends with Amelia, a sweet girl with black hair and Amber eyes, the only one who was nice to you. well, you to where close. Before Amelia have gotten a new friend.

his name was Jason… a little boy with maroon hair and yellow eyes, and he seemed to be on the colder side. He wasn’t necessarily shy, just…

off.

he always crafted and whittled small wooden dolls during playtime, and during lunch he constantly sat by himself, refusing to talk to anyone. But that was before he met Amelia.

it was in matter of time where Jason never left her side, and you could’ve sworn he glared at you when Amelia was busy with small tasks, his Honey yellow eyes burning holes into your skull, a scowl constantly on his face.. but every time Amelia where to look at you two, he would snap back into his cheery, loving tone. You tried to tell Amelia, but she never believed you.

“..maybe he was looking behind you!”

“..that doesn’t seem like Jason… he’s very sweet, he would never hurt you.”

You slowly begin to give up on letting her know… Jason had Amelia wrapped around his finger, she believed every little lie he said. And you where sick of it.

he was clingy and borderline obsessed with her, it was weird and kind of creepy. He followed her around in public but she never noticed, even as you two where in highschool.

Oh, Highschool got bad.

he memorized her entire route and schedule, and he would start to interrogate her if she was one minute late. He started to become more violent too. He would wrap his hands around peoples throats, glaring down at them if they even breathed near Amelia, but she still failed to notice.

It was a matter of time when he finally threatened you too.

you where pinned to the wall under the stairs, as he wrapped his strong hand around your throat and he held a box cutter in the other.

“I don’t want you around Amelia.”

He spoke lowly, brows furrowed and his grip around your neck tightened, digging his nails into the soft flesh.

“Tsk, like I would do that.” when you said that, he plunged the box cutter into your thigh, using his hand to cover your mouth, muffling any sound you where to make.

his eye flashed a bright green, and you could’ve sworn the tips of his maroon hair faded into a soft white.

“I won’t say it again.”

You felt the hot blood soak your pants, tears forming in your eyes.

“..f-fine.” you manage to wince out, before he ripped the blade out of your thigh and he handed you a small bandage.

like that’s gonna do something..

but you where smart enough to listen to Jason, and you avoided Amelia all day.

“(____)!” You heard a female voice spoke, before turning around to see Amelia, a look of confusion on her face.

“(____)! what’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

she spoke sadly, and she put a hand on your shoulder, but when you looked around, you saw Jason peering over the corner, glaring at you.

shit.

“I uh.. I don’t want to be friends anymore!” You yelled, and you pushed her hand off of your shoulder.

In response to this.. Amelia’s eyes softened and small tears ran down her cheeks. “…what..?” She whispered, blinking slowly, and you noticed her lips quivering.

“I said I don’t want to be friends anymore! Now — now leave me alone!” You shouted, before turning on your heel and running in the opposite direction, and you wiped your own tears away…

God, this is so stupid. Jason was so clearly manipulating her, how is she not noticing that?! At this point, he’s using Amelia like a fucking puppet, and he’s the one pulling the strings. He’s corrupting her thoughts… controlling her every word and move! And it’s so frustrating to watch.

he wasn’t going to let you even look at Amelia at this point… what is happening.. why is this happening to you? To Amelia?

later on the bus ride home, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see the black haired female, her Amber-brown eyes looking down at you as you sat.

she didn’t say anything at first, but she sat next to you, and her serious gaze softened into a sad one. “(____), what’s wrong..? Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong..?�� she whispered, nervous at making you snap again.

“Amelia.. it’s not you it’s Ja—”

you cut yourself off. Jason was in the next isle, but one seat up, and you can feel his glare from the corner of your eye.

“it’s what? (____)?? Are you okay??”

Amelia pestered, both of her hands on your shoulders.

“it’s Jason. He’s—” “Oh! Amelia!” Jason cut you off, and he placed his hand on her arm. “Come sit with me, please. I have something I want to show you.”

He smiled down at her, but you can feel the anger radiating off of his skin.

“…okay..” Amelia whispered, and gave you one last look before getting up and going to sit next to Jason.

There’s no point in trying to warn Amelia now… She was too far gone in whatever spell he has placed on her. Besides, Jason was always watching. Always by Amelia’s side, making sure you don’t make a peep about his dark actions…

it’s been years. You, now aged 24, haven’t spoken to Amelia since you two were 16. But you still pass by her, and of course, Jason was still protective of her as always. But… Amelia was different… she wasn’t as cheery anymore. And everyone in town avoided her… It has to be Jason.

no way it’s something else… Jason must be doing this to her. Being so selfish, he forces everyone away, not letting Amelia look at anyone.

but that was before you where walking through the town at night, and you felt yourself step on a wrinkled piece of paper.

It was a missing report… with a girl on it..?

it’s Amelia!! She’s gone missing? What happened?

Thoughts where running around in your head, but you stuffed the paper in your pocket, and you sprinted your way to a small shop.

Jason’s toy shop.

it has to be Jason… there’s no way that it wasn’t him! He’s been pushing everyone away from her… and now she’s missing? This isn’t a coincidence.

you pushed through the glass door and stormed up to Jason, slamming your hands on the front desk.

“where is she.”

you shouted, and thankfully no one else was in the shop..

Jason, however, was quiet. Not even flinch was ripped out of him, as he continued to stitch the clothing for the doll calmly.

“whatever do you mean, (____)?” He spoke, voice much deeper and.. attractive than what you remembered. But this isn’t your reason to be here.

“Amelia!! She’s missing!! I know you did it!” You shouted at him, and you fisted his white button up by the collar, tugging him closer to you.

Jason’s eyes where cold, the honey yellow staring deep into your own eyes, and his expression hasn’t shifted in the slightest. It was cold… and Dead.

“ANSWER ME GOD DAMNIT.” You shouted even louder, and Jason didn’t even blink.

He was quiet as he shoved your arms off of him, and his hands gripped your wrist, squeezing tightly, and you heard your bones pop and crack.

“it’s been a while, (____). I’m glad to see you again. But this isn’t a way to treat a friend, now is it?” He spoke, and he gave a small smile, though you knew something was off. Or was it the way he was quite literally breaking your wrist?

His grip never loosened, in fact, he was adding more and more pressure, and you saw your hand fade to a purple.

“you’re not my friend.” You spat, before trying to pull away from the Maroon haired man.

He let go, and stared at you as you went to close his shop. “Don’t ignore me you freak!” You screeched, looking down at your now broken wrist.

“fine… what is it you would like me to do, (____)?” He spoke coldly. How would he be allowed to have anything… this toy shop… being allowed to make contact with children???

“tell me where Amelia is!” You shouted again, gritting your teeth as you stared up at the taller man.

He let out a chuckle, God that chuckle… it was so alluring yet so disgusting, it showed his true colors, and his eyes flicked to a bright green.

He crouched down to be your height, and you watched as his smile slowly, yet surely, contorted into a scowl, his hair faded to a white and you saw cracks on his face, as if he’s made of porcelain…

Before you could speak again, his now blackened arm and hand snatched you by the arm, his claws digging into your flesh and you could feel the sharp pain, along with your hot blood flowing out of you… he was dragging you to the back of the shop, and he threw you on the floor, to where you were assaulted by the stench of something rotting…

the disgusting smell of rotting flesh and old blood filled your nostrils, coughing violently at the change of the atmosphere… and that’s when you saw her…

a rocking chair in front of you… and in it was the dead body of Amelia. She wasnt rotten, but she was very obviously dead…

the smell of wax radiated from her, and red thread was keeping her limbs together, as if she was dismembered then sewn back in place…

Like a doll…

you gagged at the sight and went to back away, your back bumping against Jason’s legs.

“…she tried to abandon me. She tried to leave me for YOU.”

he growled, his clawed hand grabbing a fist full of your hair, staring down at you with those green eyes. “Amelia wasn’t the perfect one… she didn’t deserve my affections… but then you walked in.” He continued.

“oh, you… you hate me, don’t you? But that’s okay…”

You flinched as he gripped your cheeks.

“I’ll teach you some manners… turn you into a toy! Then… I’ll go find a new chosen one.. and you won’t be able to stop me this time, darling.” you shuddered as his claws traced along your jaw, down your neck, and he stopped on your chest, where your heart is.

…

you felt your vision went black, and your body goes limp and hits the floor, as Jason gripped your hot heart in his hand, staring down at you.

“Let’s begin, little doll…”

#crreepypastaxreader #creepypasta x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the Toymaker x reader #Creepypasta

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flowerflamestars · 1 year

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Migration Patterns snippet

“Dick’s not the only one who got a shit ton of training,” he told her, tilting his head. Trying to judge the evenness of her pupils. “You’re cold.” “City dropped me in my fucking pajamas,” Elle said, tone repressive as the arms she crossed tight over her chest. Like a mirror- the feel of it more a joke, something warm, warm, warm lighting wildly through Jason, she matched the angle of his face before saying in a whole different voice, “Didn’t miss you choking men with your thighs.” There was blood on the jacket. A least one tear, a missed knife dragged through heavy, expensive fabric- it was sure as shit warmer than the tank top and yoga pants she was wearing. Jason had it halfway off before he answered, belated. “You were going to kill all of them.” “Shockingly,” Elle drawled, a whole wave of heat choking him as she held out her hand, taking the suit jacket like a forgone conclusion. “My morals take a raincheck when assholes shoot at my head.” She wasn’t that small, not really. Short without those shit stomping shoes he was used to seeing her in- delicate to the point of absurdity drowning in his clothes, huddled, huge eyes catching neon. “Self defense,” Jason heard himself offer, just to see her blink. Scowl. A Gotham girl, barefoot in an alley and still ready to go. “I wasn’t worried,” Elle said, skirting around his body and making a sharp left toward the street. “I’m parked the other way.” Elle stopped. Closed her eyes right in the moment he might have really been able to see them, paused beneath the golden light of the stupid faux old-fashion streetlights the city had thrown up all over this district. Not even fucking solar, ugly as sin and twice as expensive as what had been there in the first place. “I’m good,” she said, before looking back, somewhere toward Jason’s left shoulder, “Thanks for the jacket.” The absolute fuck she was. “Elle.” A tired, inexplicable smile was all the real answer he got. “Night, Jay.”

#Gotham magic misfiring?#more likely than you think #(but IS IT MISFIRING)#Jason: why would Elle worry? Elle is a WARDEN #Elle: there were only six of them and your eyes started glowing like a horror show are you KIDDING-#Also Elle: the mob is not allowed to shoot at me they are sure as fuck going to live to regret shooting at MY SOULMATE-#EVEN IF WE'RE NOT REALLY SPEAKING AT THE MOMENT #Elle isn't even a murder kitten #she's just like #working in a moral framework that is not necessarily the one expected of her at first glance #and currently #having the mostly conflicted thoughts about a suit jacket #she is Just like. physically incapable of not flirting with Jason at least a little #but is also only going to let him take care of her so much when he just disappeared on her #Sad Jason voice: I have to make up for the fact that it's Me #Elle narrating this encounter to Wells: this sexy stupid motherfucker IN A SUIT #being HANDSOME AND KIND AND FUNNY-#anyway #they've gone seventeen steps backwards to go forwards and Elle has never before appeared quite so much like her sixteen year old self #robin fic #Migration Patterns of Turdidae

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aliypop · 2 years

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Amore (1960′s Mafia Au)

Note: This took me 2 weeks to write this, it’s my longest fic ever also learned that apparently Frank has a brother and a sister so... yeah!

Pairing: POC OC X CANON

Word count: 13,698

Warning: Violence, Smut, Triggering matters (Panic Attack)

A/N: Was I inspired by The Many Saints Of Newark ... Yes yes I was

Reblogs Likes Comments are all appreciated !!

"Did any of these assholes mess with ya..." Jason asked. His revolver pointed against the victim's head. "No, but you've marked your territory so hard he's gonna be scared shitless when you know who walks in," Dick mumbled, "Who... you mean Ezra?" his sleeves rolled up. Jason Todd was known as the loyal weapon to the Wayne family mob. Seeing him was almost like seeing "Bruce... please I!"

"Downstairs now." was all the brooding don said, snapping his fingers to alert his sons. Bruce Thomas Wayne wasn't your usual don. Sure he had his cover-ups, Bruce had his family who he didn't want in doing some of his jobs, but he never killed, though it's not to say that those who crossed him had better wished to be dead than feel the fury of the batman. Walking down the halls of the inherited Gotham New Jersey mansion, Dick and Jason could hear the walls talking, and by that, they meant the secrets behind them.

"No, you were being possessive," Dick could hear Tim say. He must've been talking to Barbra, who was an informant. Tim was the brains of the family. He could plan a hit faster than the man of the hour Bruce himself, probably even considered to be Bruce's unofficial underboss.

"Aye, Tim." Dick beckoned.

"What..."

"Bruce wants us all downstairs."

"Be there in a minute Richard." he rolled his eyes and the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Now..."

"You're a monster!"

"Eh, I'd say an animal you can't put down but sure," Ezra said. Ezra was Bruce's second daughter. Ezra was the animal, the messenger, a bad omen if you will, the reason the Waynes should have stock in present box ribbons. Although her father had the no-kill rule, she wouldn't lie and say that she hadn't achieved what he wouldn't do, or else she wouldn't have gotten her title. As one of the floorboards creaked, Ezra pulled a pistol out of her pant pocket, pointing it toward the door.

"Aye, don't shoot. Bruce wants you downstairs." Jason held his hands up.

"What's for dinner." Ezra pulled her gun down.

"I suggest you think before ya speak..." a melodic laugh coming from behind the butler. "Why should I listen to you, huh you ain't nothing but a dumb broad..."One of Maroni's men said,

"Oh. Because the last person who didn't ended up losing more than his tongue." bashing his head into the marble countertops. Looking at her chipped Arden pink manicured nails, Yonah took a fist full of the Maroni mobs soldier bringing his head towards one of the stove eyes, "Ms. Wayne..." Alfred grabbed her by the arm. Yonah, the eldest daughter in which she; was born only a minute before her sister Ezra. Yonah was the honey pot and a con-woman, but it did help that she had a law degree. She could talk herself into anything as much as she could talk someone out of it. All while wearing her pencil dresses and Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's updo. "Yes, Alfred..."

"The Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca..." he gestured to the bubbling pot, "Shit..." she mumbled under her breath, "Could you handle him..." she asked, seeing that the man was unconsciously on the ground.

"Can you handle plating the main dish?" he asked,

"If it's Lobster Thermidor, I can plate it in my sleep." she winked.

"Spoken like your mother. Rest her soul," he mumbled, escorting the body out the back. Around the table were Dick, Jason, and Tim, all dressed in their Sunday best for dinner. Bruce had been upstairs finishing a meeting with Salvatore Maroni about some property in New York. He had heard about the rage of everyone going over the bridge, and he wanted in, but he wanted something that could prove the worth of his potential successors. Yonah and Ezra.

"No, he's gonna pick me," Jason said, crossing his feet on the table, his black Chelsea boots still shining.

"You're a trigger-happy măgar, Todd. He's not going to pick you." buttering up the warm rolls that Alfred baked. "It would be neither of you," Tim smirked,

"How the hell would you know?"

"Yeah, how would you know," Yonah asked, setting down the pasta. "Let me spell it out for you, Timothy Wayne." a smug look on his face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she grimaced at her adopted brother.

"Think about it." he winked, and suddenly his green eyes were punchable.

"It's 1967. A woman can do the job as an underboss," she stated,

"Name one," Jason said as Dick drank his wine,

"Ma..."

"She doesn't count Bruce didn't appoint-"

"Careful she might-"

POW!

"Next one to say something gets-"

"Gets what..." the heavy presence of Bruce looming through the room. "Nothing at all, Daddy." she straightened up, "What happened to Jason's nose," he asked, sitting down as Yonah sat next to him on the right-hand side.

"Talking shit, and Yonah hit him." Dick shrugged, "He deserved it." Tim responded as Jason only rocked, back his feet off the table. With the napkin on his nose. Bruce only glared at his daughter, "Where's your sister..." he asked, "Checking out locations for some bar." she shrugged, "I told her it'd be a waste to buy one here in Jersey." she sighed as Alfred brought on the main course, taking her seat, "But we live in Gotham City New Jersey," Tim stated as Bruce only listened,

"Yeah, you can't throw a rock without hitting us, a Cobblepot, a Dent, a Falcone, or an Arkham," she stated as Bruce nodded, eating his Lobster.

" And if we plot outside Gotham. You got the Dimeo crime family in Newark." Dick sided with his sister,

"So, what was your solution," Bruce asked as she sipped lemonade from her wine glass. "I conned Maroni, told em I'd give one of his men a good time for a nice sized spot in Hell's Kitchen." twirling the noodles with a fork and spoon, "Did you get the money?" Jason asked,

"I got the money first. You know that." watching as Bruce looked uninterested in the conversation.

"What else happened?" Dick asked, poking at the lobster thermidor.

"He chipped my manicure, so I chipped his face. But hey. I got a pink Cadillac out of it."

"Yonah!" Bruce nearly growled,

"Alfred took care of the rest." she sighed. If it was one thing he could never forget, just like her mother and him, she was unpredictable, much like the weather.

"So when do you leave for Hell's kitch-."

"She leaves tomorrow." Bruce deadpanned. If his daughter wanted to play big boy games behind his back only for him to clean up the mess, she had to learn the big boy way. "Is that so," Yonah asked. There it goes, the storm behind her blue-green-colored eyes. Sometimes when he looked into them, he could see remnants of Yazela through them. But tonight, he only saw himself. Her brown skin began to boil over in small splotches of red,

"It is. I suggest you pack heavy winters there aren't like here."

"Oh, A fanabla," Yonah growled as her brothers laughed at her outburst, "I hope you three choke on your pasta," she grumbled, going upstairs, Bruce following her.

"So, what did I miss?" Ezra asked, hands in her pockets.

"Yonah had a meltdown. Where'd your hair go." noticing long curls cut into a bob.

"Got it cut."

"You look like a boy."

"Vai da puttane e fatti fottere stronzo." Ezra stuck her tongue out at Jason, the two chuckling.

"You just can't admit that what you did was wrong, can you!" Yonah shouted at her father, packing her clothes, "Neither can you." handing over her fur coat. "What did I do wrong this time, huh," she asked,

"You bought a building behind my back."

"You signed off on it." packing her heels, "And weren't you just saying last week you wanted more cover-ups in other areas." Bruce grew silent,

"We can't grow as a cartel if we don't branch out. Mother was right. We can't just stay in Goth-"

"And where did that get her." he asked as she looked at him, "That wasn't what killed her, and you know it!" taking the keys off her dresser,

"Yonah Shanel Wayne..."

"Tell Ezra we're leaving tonight."

"Where the hell are we going..."

"To paradise. Pack warm and heavy if you're not out of this house in ten. I'm leaving you here." she brushed past her father.

Frankie Valli Can't Take My Eyes Off You played on the radio as their hour-and-a-half drive to New York began. "You know, Yon. I was thinking we get a place we get girls to make em informants and-" taking a puff from her cigarette as her sister sighed, "Bad idea," her eyes on the snow-filled road, "Bad idea?" Ezra asked, "Look, last time I tried to let you run your tit bar, you fell short on the girls. " Ezra scoffed, blowing the smoke out the window, "I did not..."

"I kept with the finances, and you did come up short. You got jealous every time they did their jobs." she laughed as her sister got quiet,

"I-I..."

"Harley, Ivy, Dinah, should I keep going."

"I get it, jeez..."

"Good, "

"Where are we staying." Yonah groaned as if her sister was an instant reminder of birth control. "With a friend for a bit until things clear for the penthouse in Midtown Manhattan."

BANG

"Who's there..." the bible, playing from the other side of the door. "It's me, Father Murdock," Yonah said,

"Me who." she could hear the smug grin on his face.

"Yonah, your little favorite sinner." she batted her eyes as he laughed, "And Ezra's here too." Matthew (Matt) Michael Murdock, the crooked yet devoted catholic so devoted he became a priest and informant, "Aren't priest not supposed to drink?" Ezra mentioned, drink in his hand.

"He turned water into wine."

"And that's scotch, Matty boy," Yonah smirked, taking a sip of it as she kissed him on the cheek,

"Still charming."

"Still having sex with some of the nuns."

"Still ripping fingernails out from your sister's fingers."

"Just grew the pinky back last month," Ezra said, setting down her suitcase. Matthew and Yonah had gone to school together. Of course, he was supposed to be a lawyer, but he instead went to be a man of the cloth. Yonah still couldn't take her eyes off him. He was still as handsome as ever, with slicked-back hair and the way his crucifix dangled over his chest. He was never one to sleep in a shirt. "You're staring," he mentioned. Just below the tip of the cross was a deep cut from Elektra, the last fight he was tied to before Matt had become an informant. "Yeah... kinda hard not to." she laughed, "I still remember that night," she murmured, his hand under her chin as he leaned in, still wearing his dad's favorite aftershave.

"So. uh, I'm going to take the bedroom... am I interrupting something..."

"No... not at all." the two said, hearing his bedroom door slam. "I guess you and I got the couch like old times?" he joked, "Minus the touching and cuddling," she mentioned digging in her suitcase for her sheer nightgown.

"I'd never."

"I can hear your shit-eating grin."

"And I can hear the pink Cadillac downstairs. How'd you manage to get it."

"Stole the keys from a lady named Fish, left the money in return, used the money in the trunk of it to buy a bar." peaking out the bathroom, knowing Matt could sense her presence. "Is it a wise purchase?" he questioned,

"What did Bruce say?"

" Oh, vaffanculo..."

"Language." he chastised like a nun in a catholic school, "He upset you this time, huh..." he asked, sitting her down in his lap. "Yeah, how could you tell..." she asked, "Don't say you can hear the blood rushing through my body." she playfully chirped as he rolled his eyes, "No, I just know your temper." he laughed.

As the morning crept closer, Bruce began to contemplate whether or not to follow his headstrong daughter down to New York. Of course, he had other engagements like the family business and keeping the other crime families at the bottom where they belonged. "Dick..." Dick stood by his side. "Yes, Bruce, See to it; that Ezra and Yonah are okay," he commanded as Dick gave him a nod and left.

"So where are we going..." Ezra asked, watching her sister flatten out her low-cut red velvet pencil skirt dress, her fur coat wrapped around her body. "It's a surprise." she smiled,

"I don't like surprises."

"You'll like this one." she winked, teasing her hair into her mother's signature beehive,

"You're making me sound like a goomah," Ezra said, the two of them doing their cat eyeliner in the mirror, Ezra with her perfect edge and Yonah using the edge of Matt's shaving razor. "Takes one to know one," she commented. Ezra fixed her capri pants. The cuffs tucked in her gogo boots, arm garters around the sleeves of her button-up as she then straightened her tie,

"Can you present yourself feminine at least once in your life? After all, this isn't Gotham."

"When you stop trying to replace our mother, then I'll consider it." pointing at the sapphire necklace on her neck. Taking the extra apartment key off Matt's dresser, Yonah and Ezra began to head out the door; from Matt's place, the new bar was down the block, but from their soon apartment, 3 minutes away on a good day.

The outside was a bit run down, pavement covered by freezing snow. It made Yonah wonder how she spent the stolen money on this. But with love, care, and imagination. She'd have this place open and running in no time. "Is this ours?" Ezra asked, hearing her sister fiddle with the keys. "My name is on the lease, so it's my place and you." she pointed, "Will see to it that it runs." the door opening, cobwebs on the barstool, chipped tiled floor, and a few broken lights. She could see the low lighting, hardwood floors, paintings, the wait staff, and high class but enough to keep hidden.

"Why do you get all the power in this."

Yonah only looked at Ezra, "I'm not trusting you with the money. I can barely trust you to blend in." pointing at her clothes.

" Vaffanculo!"

"Oh, shut up." Yonah groaned, rolling her eyes. She knew a few places in Gotham that could have this place up and running in three days flat, enough time for her to discover what other wanders were around New York that wasn't just Hell's kitchen, taking a business card out of her bra, she handed it to Ezra,

" Call this number."

"And where are you going?"

"To get a meatball sub." Yonah turned to face her sister, car keys in hand, as she walked out the door.

"What's this number for!" Ezra mumbled, placing her hand on the dusty bar phone, "Do I have to do everything myself..." pulling at her tie.

"Hello, Cobblepot fashion and furnishings."

Astoria Queens was bustling with cars, businesses, and shops galore. The perfect place to quite possibly get a quick lunchtime sub.

"Aunt May says hi, by the way."

"M'sure she does, kid." black taper slick back hair framed the face of no other than the Capo of the Castiglione family. And a member of The Devil Dog gang. Francis G. Castiglione, but everyone around town knew him as Frank Castle, the owner of Castle cold cuts, a meat and deli spot. "Aye, long time no see, Rogers..." his voice carrying through the shop. "Where ya been?" patting him on the back, "Just got back from the war, figured I'd celebrate with the best cold cuts in town," Steve said, a laugh coming from the blonde man.

"Curt!"

"The usual?" Curtis Hoyle, one of many a part of The Devil Dog mob who'd die for Frank if he asked him to, they had both owned the shop as their main cover-up business."The Captain America special." Frank responded as Steve chuckled,

"You don't have to-"

Frank only shrugged, "Ah, don't worry about it." he smirked. Black heels, a mink coat, and a red velvet pencil dress walked into the meat shop as she removed her scarf with one hand and her sunglasses off her face. "Can I help you?" Yonah looked down at the meat selection for the day, " Told Castle's had the best subs in New York aside from Katz, at least I was told by a guy named Wade Wilison?" she pointed towards the door. "The one time I agree with that bastard..." he mumbled to Curtis.

"What'dya got a taste for?"

"Italian meatball sub, heavy on the sauce and the mozzarella, bread toasted."

" A bossy one, eh, Sweetheart..." Yonah balled up her fist as she slowly looked up to see the voice that said it." It's not bossy. A woman knows what she wants when she craves and sees it." her eyes glancing at his bloodied-up apron to his eyes. Yonah's repainted Arden's pink nails tapping on the counter.

"Makes my job easier." Curtis laughed, watching between the two as he got to work on the meatballs.

"So, where are you from," Curtis asked, already feeling the thick tension between the two.

"Jersey," she responded.

"The land of Italians and subs, huh."

"I wouldn't say all that." Yonah chuckled. "But if you threw a rock, you'd hit one of us." she shrugged."A fellow Italian then." Curtis nudged Frank as he groaned,

"On my dad's father's side." Yonah smiled, looking around the shop. She could smell the deli cheese and hear the sizzle of the meatballs on the grill. For a split moment, she felt like she was at home again.

"Hope you like it, Jersey." Frank looked at her. Yonah only looked back at him as she felt a long-forgotten heat creep up her neck. "Jersey, huh... How much for it?" fond of the nickname that he called her, "On the house." Curtis mentioned,

"Well then, drinks are on me, fella's, when you visit the new bar in Hell's Kitchen," she mentioned,

"I'll be sure to stop by," Frank mumbled, watching as she bit into the sub, a moment of silence turning into a burst of,

"Fanabola!" her eyes wide,

"You don't like it, sweetheart," Frank asked, getting a bit defensive, "No, no, it's almost as good as Satriale's in Jersey." she teased, "What's it missin," Frank asked, leaning over the counter, her eyes trying not to stare at his biceps,

"Mmmm, a tablespoon of red pepper flakes."

"I'll keep that in mind Jersey."

"It'll serve you right if you do," she winked, walking out the door.

"You're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine!" Yonah shouted, paint getting in her hair. Within three days, Yonah had managed to get furniture, liquor, employees and. "I don't fuckin like the wallpaper!" Ezra spat back out. The two couldn't make up their mind on anything for the bar. Yonah wanted a classy hole in the wall, and Ezra wanted it to look like a place The Rolling Stones would crash in. "So you put paint in my hair instead!" her wrangler jeans covered in paint spots, "You already got a chandler in here." she spat, looking at the brown and gold carpet that she got to pick out, which gave her a bit of joy. The bar itself had encrusted mirror tiling. While there was a lounging area of velvet couches and beaded curtains, Yonah came up with an idea,

"Mirrors as wallpaper and gold paint around it."

"Sounds perfect." Ezra grinned, "We'll call it The Sparrow lounge." the glittering gleam in her sister's eye at the sound of the name, "It's got a nice ring to it." Yonah shrugged, thinking of who she could highjack for mirrors.

"Aye Yon..."

"Hmm... Yes, Ez?" she responded, paintbrush in hand.

"I was thinking of going to this restaurant and..." Ezra nearly choked on her words, "And what..." Yonah dead panned much like Bruce,

"I would like for you to dress me..." she gulped, seeing the grin on her sister's face.

Later that night, Ezra had gone through Yonah's beauty Bootcamp, golden nail polish, a soft blush on her face, lipstick, a gold tent dress to match and-

"You're not wearing those..."

"What's wrong with my go-go boots."

"Heels are more punctual, graceful, and elegant. If you are going to represent the Wayne Family do it with dignity." pushing the heels in Ezra's arms. "I'm not wearin these..." she grumbled, "Scared you can't walk in them." Yonah teased as her sister plopped onto Matt's bed, putting the heels on as she stood up wobbly-legged,

"So, are you going to teach me?"

"You'll figure it out." her legs crossed, looking through her beauty magazine,

"Two rules,"

"And those are?"

"Don't be out too long, and don't get my dress dirty. And if you think about bringing someone back, don't bring a girl back here."

"That's three..."

"Go."

The stage beamed with lights as the band played, couples gathering around the shiny hardwood floor. Sitting across from the dance floor was William (Billy) Russo, the underboss of the Castiglione mob. He owned a dance hall in upper Manhattan called Albany, a place where the gin was hot, and the action on the dance floor oozed with lust. "Do we have a deal, Russo?" Billy looked up at Bucky, his eyes glancing at him and then back at his steak. Gold stiletto heels clicked on the dance floor, rhinestone accents glimmering by the light, brown skin accented by her matching tent dress as the Jazz singer sang a cover of Nature Boy by Nat King Cole. At the moment, she was ethereal, unreal, and she would be his,

"Russo..."

Raising his hand, he removed himself from his steak and his seat. Walking towards the woman, he could feel that no one else was on the dance floor but them. Short blonde curly hair swayed with her every movement,

"Care to dance?" a hand reaching out for hers.

"She's dancing with me." Billy took her by the hand, a gentle kiss on the back. "Billy Russo." he winked, pulling her close to him.

" I didn't need saving." she grumbled, "And I know who you are." she mentioned, her hand wrapped around his back, positioned for a waltz, "Dito, Ms. Wayne..." Billy smirked as he dipped her,

"Do you treat every girl who comes your way like this?"

"Yeah, but they usually melt after this point, a lot less thrill..." Billy mentioned bringing her back up as he whispered in her ear. He was playing a dangerous game with Ezra, and he knew it, the master of charm flirting with the woman who wrote the handbook. "Maybe you haven't tried hard enough, Mr. Russo." the hairs on his neck stood up.

"What makes you say that." the two swaying back and forth, "This is usually the part where one of us says your place or mine." she winked, trying to walk towards the bar, Billy taking her by the wrist and spinning her in his chest.

"You know what sounds great right now..." Billy leaned in.

"A Manhattan or three and a quickie." she half-joked.

"Where's Ez?" Matt asked as Yonah had turned the little bits of his food in the fridge into a meal, "She went to explore the competition." she shrugged,

"So her usual."

"Pretty much." bringing the spoon full of soup to his lips, "How'd you even..."

"A chef never tells her secrets." she smiled, looking up at him. Every time she saw him, the pit of despair in her heart only hurt worse. She loved Matt, but he'd never leave the cloth to be with her, and she had too many responsibilities. "So how's Bruce." he asked, sitting on the countertop, "Still wishing you and I had stayed together." she laughed. It was true. Out of all of her past lovers, Matt had been Bruce's favorite, but he'd never admit it.

"I see..."

"Since when. " she nudged him, the two laughings. There was silence between them, neither wanting to do anything about it.

"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed."

"Goodnight, Yon." he kissed her cheek,

"Night, Matty boy."

BLAM!

"YONAH, I'M HAVING AN EMERGENCY, AND I NEED YOU TO GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Ezra said in one breath as a shoe flew her way. It was three in the morning, and Yonah had finally fallen asleep. "What is it, and make it quick before I pull your fingernails out and make you eat 'em." she gruffed, her voice deep with sleep.

"I think I fell in love..."

"Jesus Christ, not this again." she groaned. Propping herself up as Matt stood by the doorframe listening in,

"What's she like." rubbing the fresh sleep out of her eyes.

"He..."

"He?" Matt responded, "Next, you'll say you're wearing a dress and heels." Ezra then got quiet as she wobbled towards the bed,

"That explains why my feet are cold. Hell must have frozen over." Matt joked as Ezra threw a pillow at him. "Well, tell me, what's this guy like." Yonah smiled, trying to be supportive.

"He's tall, dark, and handsome."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't date my sisters." both Yonah and Ezra jolted from off the bed as Matt had a small smug smile. "DICKIE!" Yonah nearly squeezed him to death, ruffling up his hair. "Aye, nice to see you too," he chuckled, "Matt." he turned to look at the sleepy redhead as he nodded back at him.

"So what's gotten into you, Ez."

"A man..." she mumbled, wiping the blush off her cheeks. Dick only laughed, thinking his sister was joking until the silence around him grew.

"She's..."

"Very."

The cold winter sun beat down on the frozen concrete of Queens with busy streets. Knee-high boots made their way down as the sound of busy honking and the bustle of people walking by filled the December New York air.

"Mattina Curtis." big black bouffant hair walking through the door,

"Morning, Elena." Curtis smiled. Her bright orange mini dress radiated through the deli shop. "Is Frankie in yet?" tapping her fingers on the counter,

"He's in the back."

"Let me guess, polishin his guns or talking to Russo?" Curtis looked at her as she nodded,

"Ah, got it, I'll just wait here then." she laughed,

"Do you want anything while you wait?"

"Mmm, I could go for a sub." she shrugged, her hands fiddling with the newspaper, eyes scanning over the headlines about the president and any other useless information.

"Ya heard about the new bar in Hell's Kitchen?"

"New bar?" Elena looked at Curtis, "New bar?" she responded,

"Yeah, just opened up last night." Curtis mentioned, "Been trying to convince that big pound of muscle in the back to go but-"

"To go where?" Wiping the blood off his hands,

"Out, Frankie," Elena said, looking at her brother. Frank only grunted, pulling out the bread knife. His eyes had been watching the clock on the wall as if he were waiting for someone. "Curt, help me, out will ya..." she whispered.

"Well..."

"FRANKIE!" Billy shouted, nearly busting through the door. A three-piece suit on, Frank only groaned, knowing what the tone could mean,

"Hello to you too, Russo..." Elena interjected as Billy only rolled her eyes, "Lena," he scoffed,

"Whadya want Bill..."

"You, me, Curt, we're going out tonight," he commanded

"On a hit?" Elena asked,

"Scope out competition at The Sparrow lounge," Billy smirked,

"What's special about it..."

"They're takin, my customers, at the Astoria," he mumbled as Elena and Curtis laughed, Frank's eyes still following the ticking clock,

"What the fuck are you waitin on Frankie."

DING!

Twelve O clock on the dot, like blood work, came the woman he was waiting for, dressed like Jackie O in her pink suit and fur coat, shades covering her eyes and a scarf covering her hair from the flurries,

"Am I interrupting something?"

It was almost like her theme song, "I say a little pray for you," played on the shops' radio as Billy and Elena looked at the woman. She came from money by the quality of her clothes. And the jewelry dangling from her brown skin.

"Ay Jersey, I didn't think you was gonna show up today." Frank smirked, "Already got the meatballs on the grill."

"You didn't forget the flakes, did you."

"Jesus Christ, you an the pepper flakes." he chuckled.

"The best part I like a little spice. Mr. Butcherman."

"Nice one, Yon." Curtis laughed as Elena noticed the faint blush on her brother's cheeks. Within a week, Yonah had become a regular shop known name and patron of the "Jersey special." Frank rang the bell giving her. Her sub. "So, Frankie, you going out with us tonight or what," Billy asked,

"Yeah, are we..." Elena egged on as Yonah chuckled, biting into her sub and shopping around for meat. "Going out ain't my thing anymore." he shrugged,

"Frank... We gotta check this Sparrow lounge out."Elena suggested watching as Curtis packed up all the meat Yonah picked out,

"Besides, I did say the drinks were on me." Yonah winked, "Doors open at 7." she said, walking out of the shop.

"Do you think I'll see him again?" Ezra asked, putting on her mascara, a three-piece suit in gold, and gogo boots to match, "Depends if you scared him off." Dick smirked, helping his sister fix her tie. Yonah stepped out of the bathroom, her hair in a beehive, a skin-tight little black dress with ostrich feathers coming up the split on the side. Black heels to match, the necklace she had adored so much sat pretty on her neck.

"Mom's sapphires, huh..." Dick said, "They suit you."

"But not tonight." Ezra rolled her eyes,

"Why not."

"You need to get out more."

"I do go out. I'm a con woman, a honey pot." Yonah posed.

"And whens the last time you got some nookie?" Dick asked, agreeing with Ezra.

"Fungoli,"

"You talk to Bruce with that mouth." he chuckled as she jingled her keys to her Cadillac. "I'll meet you there." Dick winked his keys in hand.

Business at the bar was booming. They'd found a small band to play nightly. All while drinks poured freely, and the money came easy.

"Another tonic Cage?"

"You know it." Luke said, "And one for-"

"Jessica," Yonah finished his sentence as he smirked, her hands busy mixing drinks. She barely had any time to welcome the uproar of guests walking in. All Dick could see coming in the room were the finest suits, almost as if they were the Rat Pack.

"I feel stupid..."

"Eh, you clean up nicely, Frankie." Billy winked, patting Frank on his back,

"Gotta agree. I mean, maybe you might go home with someone." Curtis suggested. Frank only grumbled as the three walked in. Billy noticed the crushed velvet couches first, then the band, and finally.

"You're losing my interest which is very dangerous, Ms. Wayne." Madani rolled her eyes. Ezra only chuckled as she kissed her hand, "Excuse me, gentlemen." Pushing past Frank and Curtis as he made his way over.

"I'm grabbing a scotch for myself." Curtis winked, walking off towards the bar,

"You want one?"

"Eh, more of a wine and beer guy," he mentioned walking over. Black dinner jackets and skull cufflinks sat at the bar, taking in the music, "What can I get you-" Dick asked, not even noticing who he was asking,

"Aye, Frankster!" shooting him finger guns as Frank had only responded in a nod,

"What brings you by, stress at the shop, the other business... women."

"I was offered a free drink."

"By who?" Dick asked,

"AYE, WATCH HOW YOU HANDLE THAT!"

"Everything alright, Jersey..." both Ezra and Yonah looked up as Ezra almost dropped the bottle of liquor, "Which one of us are you callin Jersey..."Ezra growled,

"The one in a dress." Foggy remarked, martini in hand, "Everything's fine, Mista Butchaman."Yonah smiled, letting the collar of Ezra's suit go as she threw her into,

"Billy, you came!"

"You clean up nice, Dickie, a glass of Bordeaux Burgundy."

"Coming right up, boss." Dick joked. He still had no idea how he became bar tender number two.

"Fancy wine there, eh sweetheart?" he mentioned, eyes trailing at the bits of skin showing in her black dress, "It's on the house, so you deserve the best." she shrugged, "Right, Curt."

"As long as these drinks keep landing in my hand, I'll agree with anything." he smiled, sipping out his glass.

"I'll make sure Dickie over there keeps em pourin out." catching the wine glass sliding down the bar as she handed it to Frank,

"YON!" Ezra shouted,

"Excuse me, gentlemen," she huffed, walking from behind, her heels moving at the speed of light. Cuddled up were Billy and Ezra, the two already looking like love-sick idiots, holding two gin tonics in hand as Yonah only sighed, "You could have came to the bar, you know." she said with gritted teeth,

"Mmm, but I'm hostin right now."

"Of course you are." Yonah growled as Billy gave her a smirk, "You must be Jersey."

"And you must be my sister's new and first goomba. Must be a high honor to stoop so low." she pulled her hand back before he could kiss it.

"Frank told me a bit about you an the meatball subs."

"Right, you were at the store earlier." she tried to play nice amongst the man who had the slithering trust of a snake. He was cute, but he was no,

"Aye Yon..."

"Yes, what now what..." she sighed, almost pulling her hair out. "Someone bought you a drink." a thick Russian accent followed the words.

"Thank you, Yelena. Tell them I said I don't drink on the -" Yelena then pointed to the secret drink buyer as Yonah nodded, "I'll be right over." Yonah was already over her head in heaps of work and keeping down threats that Ezra didn't know about, but she had to keep up the appearances that made the Wayne family mob gratefully feared.

Frank watched as she bounced from one part of the lounge to another, like a chicken without a head. Just like himself, she needed a break.

"Is she always like that?"

"Sadly yes," Dick sighed, watching along, "She tries to do more so she won't feel like she's less." he shrugged, cleaning up the glasses. "She's been like that since our mother died." his eyes following the crowds of people, slowly leaving,

"Hey, don't expect me home-"

Yonah, Frank, and Dick laughed as Billy and Ezra stood before them, a bit drunk and handsy, "Just be here by noon." Dick smirked as Yonah took a deep breath heading into her office to look over the books and other things.

"Well, you two are welcome to stay. Listen to some records. I have receipts to book." Yonah smiled as Frank nodded,

"See you tomorrow Jersey..."

"Always." she winked, walking up to her office. There it was, the twinge Frank had dreaded for a while, the feeling he nearly loathed, admiration. Heading back to his apartment, all he could think of was how someone so sweet and kind would even invite a monster such as himself to a place like that.

"They're afraid of me, you know..." Yonah smirked, filing her nails, " Course I don't blame em, I'm afraid of me too." she looked across her office chair. There sat Rumlow. He owed the Waynes a huge lump-some of money, and Yonah had just so happened to spot him at the bar tonight. "What's that got to do with me." a dark chuckle left the sharp woman's lips, snapping her fingers, her brother by her side,

"You owe us, Mr. Rumlow..." she smirked, "And when you owe us, you owe me..."

"I don't owe you shit!" he spat at her as she gasped, "How fucking rude..." she slapped him across the face as he laughed,

"I'll make you an offer..."

"What a sweet piece of your ass as payment." Dick growled at him as Yonah put her hand up, "Please if I wanted to catch a quick fuck it wouldn't be you." she rolled her eyes,

"However, my offer is this, pay up, and he won't slice your throat open," she smiled, crossing her legs.

"And if I don't."

"Well, let's say you'll have to talk to the bat or the file... "

"The bat." he laughed, "Yeah, right, I'll take my chan-" with a snap of her fingers, Dick had nearly sliced his neck open,

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL PAY, I'LL PAY!"

"You know. Sis, you would make a great Capo." Dick smiled as Yonah laughed. She then looked at her dress, blood boiling as Dick sighed, "What's wrong..."

"There's blood on my custom Chanel Dress..."

"Breathe..."

"I had no idea you were into that stuff... glad I found out," Ezra smirked, cuddled up beside Billy. The heat between the two keeping them warm and cozy. "Well, it's more where that came from." he pressed a kiss to her forehead as she sighed happily. In all her rendezvous, she'd never felt like this, like the only woman who mattered, "I could stay like this forever." she stretched, time leaving her, "What's stoppin you." he asked as she shrugged, his lips now on her bare shoulder blades, "Nothin I gu-" she paused as she looked over at the clock,

"Shit..."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm late..."

BING!

Yonah stood cleaning the glasses for the day. A few men had walked in, already eyeing her down as she took a deep breath, "Can I help you, gentlemen..." she asked as they snarled. "Not ones for talking, are we." one of the men coming up to the bar as he slammed his hands down on the table,

"Why don't you give me a kiss toots." a laugh left her lips.

"I'm take-" she lied,

"I wasn't asking." he got closer, two of his men on both sides of her, "Yeah, he wasn't askin Ms. sweet tits." hands on her thighs, "Were you asking for this!" taking her dagger from under the bar as she stabbed one guy in the leg, the other with the glass in her hand. Twisting his arm back, she threw his head into the marble floor as he began to claw at her hands.

"What's the matter too-"

BAM

Blood gushed from the side of his head as she threw him across the floor. "Fucking bitc-" her heel pressed into his neck as her red lips loomed over him. "You tell Carlo Falcone the only kiss he's gettin his death." she gritted her teeth as he nodded ferociously.

"So, anyways, that's how I got this hickey," Ezra said, walking in with Dick as the two stepped over the bodies of goons, their sister behind the bar with two drinks ready.

"You're late..."

"And there's two unconscious bodies behind you."

"They fucked up my nail polish. I fucked up their faces." taking her keys from her purse.

"And where are you going?"

"Getting a meatball sub..."

"Mhmm..." Dick smirked, "That's what you crazy kids are calling it now, huh."

"Do you want one too or something?" She asked.

"No, no, it's fine."

"Waitin on... what's he call Curt, Jersey?" she sing songed as Curtis laughed, "She's just usually her by now," Frank responded to Elena as she chuckled,

"So you have a schedule on her."

"No."

"I'm sure he does," Billy said, walking out the back of the shop. "Probably knows her favorite perfume by now..." he mumbled,

"Like you know the other girl you were with."

"Her names Ezra and she wears Casaque." he huffed as Elena laughed, "A sap, and he's only known her for a week or so," she asked Frank. He didn't look at all together like usual. He looked as if he were anywhere but behind the counter. "Frank..." Curtis asked, but he wouldn't budge, "Frankie..." Billy asked,

"Francis..." Elena said,

"Yeah..."

"You okay up there..."

"Yeah..." He lied,

"Francis, don't you lie to me." the look of their mother in her eyes. "Fine..." he rolled his eyes, annoyed at his sister. There was a spark behind his eyes, one she remembered all too well,

"You think falling into your emotions will make you forget Maria, don'tcha..." she asked as Frank turned to look at her. Oh, how he hated that she could read him like a book. He grumbled as she laughed, "Sit ... sit..." the tiles in the store were a bit cold, his headed resting on her shoulder like when they were little.

"I feel stupid."

"No, you don't." she hummed, "You feel scared, a little confused, mmm lovesick maybe... If I had to take a guess." Frank laughed, "Never been lovesick..." he scoffed as his sister glanced, "So the way you look at Jersey ain't the same way you looked at Maria?" Frank was silent as he thought about her,

"That's different."

"Is it, though." she smiled, "I see you smile at her, you get happier around her, you talk more." she giggled, "You flirt a little." Frank nudged her as she nudged back,

"Look, has it ever occurred to you... maybe Maria sent her your way, as I don't know, a second chance at love?"

"I couldn't-"

"You should, and you can. Besides, you'll end up like ma,"

"Whadya mean like ma."

"Changin' cars and listenin to Dean Martin." she chuckled, "Speaking of..." reaching down in her coat pocket, "I got two tickets to Frank Sinatra and the Copa..."

"Who'd you shake down to get those." Frank glared, helping his sister stand up. "More like who shook me..." she smirked, "Lena..." he glowered at his sister,

"If Mr. Swoonatra asks, tell him sweet lips, Lena gave you the tickets."

"Elena..." Frank began to brood,

"Ah... ah... ah, you deserve it. I'll close up shop."

"Elena.."

"Go."

"You two can go ahead home without me..." Yonah smiled, "I'll close up shop." she shrugged her shoulders, dressed in a pink silkstone mermaid evening gown, hoping that Frank would've shown up. "You sure you don't wanna go out?" Ezra asked. Yonah shooed her away, "I have responsibilities." she sighed, counting the money as Dick watched her. She looked like a splitting image of their mother. Her hair was in a high curly updo that only god could break apart with how much dippy doo was in it. "Well, if you're sure, we'll be heading out-" Dick smiled as he saw the familiar associate standing at the door.

"She's at the bar," Dick whispered to Frank as he nodded a few roses in his hand.

"Good luck." Ezra scoffed.

Writing down the revenue for the night, Yonah had been tapping her fingers and humming until she heard,

"So... You expectin someone."

"Depends who's asking." her eyes still looking down. A medium-colored pink rose petal landing in between her book.

"A nice butcher from Queens..."

Yonah looked up at Frank, little peaks of curls on his head, crisp new tie,

"Where is this nice butcher going dressed so nicely." handing her the roses his sister got him to give her.

" The Copa got tickets to see Sinatra."

"That must be lovely. I hope you two have a good time."

"Me and who?"

"The girl you're probably taking." she smiled, "must be one lucky lady." reaching for the pencil as he reached for her hand, "She would be if she'd let go of that damn pencil." Yonah looked up at Frank, a bit shocked,

"Well, I don't have time to-"

"Yeah, you do." taking her fur coat off the rack,

"Then where are we going." putting her arms in her sleeves.

"It's a surprise."

"Didn't take you for the surprise type, Mr. Castle," she smirked. Frank offered his hand, ushering her out the door, "Neither did I."

The crisp air blew as the stars lit up the New York night sky. Ezra and Dick sat next to the fireplace drinking spiked hot chocolate, "I bet ten dollars she's sleepin at his place." Ezra smirked as Dick laughed,

"Nah, ten if they only held hands, 20 if there's kissing." he responded as Ezra snorted, "This is the master of seduction we're talkin about, Ms. Oops, was that my pen." she leaned forward like her sister. Dick glanced as she sighed, "All jokes aside..." Ezra sipped her drink, "She deserves to know what love from someone who isn't us feels like."

"Ezra saying something nice about Yonnie? she must be dying." he laughed. Ezra punched him in the arm,

"Sorry, sorry..."

"The Copa was amazin." Yonah beamed brighter than the moon, "And serenaded by Sinatra." she gasped, "Magical." Frank chuckled, watching her eyes sparkle. He could help but love being the cause of it, "Didn't know you could dance, Jersey." he joked, "Neither did I, I mean you, I didn't take you as the dancin type." she giggled as he spun her around again, "Took lessons for the wedding when I was married." he shrugged,

"What happened..."

"Whadya mean."

"To your wife, not to pry," she asked as Frank took a shakey breath. Yonah took him by the hand, rubbing her thumb over his,

"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay-"

"She uh died, along with my kids." he sighed, "Daughter and a son." she could see the pain in his eyes as he talked about it. "Threw myself deep into my work after that..." She didn't mean to open wounds,

"I'm probably borin ya about my life, huh Jersey."

"No, not at all, My father, he uh lost someone dear." a lump in her throat, holding onto the sapphire necklace, "He threw himself into his work, and I threw myself deep into mine." the two walking as Frank listened, "I never really go out much like I use to, I just worry so much about everyone, and I try so hard to be like her, but I always feel like I-"

A hint of red wine lingered on her lips, knees going weak, soft lips on hers, eyes closing at the long-forgotten sensation.

"Sorry I cut you off-"

Hands gripping at his suit jacket, the feel of her pink lipstick on his lips, softer than the snowflakes falling into her hair,

The two felt warmer than the brisk air around them.

"Someone owes me 20 big ones," Dick whispered to Ezra, standing outside watching as their sister was sucking faces with Frank.

"I don't owe ya shit," she mumbled,

Pulling away, Frank kissed her forehead as she blushed, "Same time tomorrow?"

"S- Same time for what..."

"A meatball sub~" Dick and Ezra teased as she turned to hiss at them both.

"Ezra, Grayson," he nodded, watching as Ezra took a long drag of her Tareyton cigarette.

"Goodnight, Castle," Dick said, trying to sound like Bruce.

"Night, Jersey." he winked.

"Night, Mr. Butcherman." she swooned, walking towards the door. Looking back as Frank hummed the tune

That's Amore.

"So a kiss, huh..." Ezra nudged Yonah as she rolled her eyes. "How'd it happen." Elena asked as Frank shrugged, "It just happened." Yonah responded to Ezra,

"Was it a good or bad, was there tongue," Dick asked as Yonah playfully sighed,

"What I gotta know, Frankie..."

"It was..."

"Amazing," Yonah said in a giddy tone. Sitting by the fireplace as if she were Doris Day or Monroe.

"Did you take her to the Copa?"

"I did."

"And we danced." Yonah blushed, "All night until it closed." she felt like Cinderella wanting to twirl in joy in hopes he was her prince.

"All night?"

She's a big fan of Sinatra." he shrugged, trying to play it cool,

"Seems she a big fan of you, Frankie." another voice said, coming from the hallways. "Would love to meet her." standing by the kitchen wall was "Mikey..." Frank and Elena's youngest brother,

"Where have you been, you little bastard," Elena asked as he shrugged, a lit cigarette in his mouth,

"Had to run a few errands for ma, not to mention one for the Waynes."

"The Waynes... what do they need." Elena asked, "Nothing see in a few weeks the big bats comin' ta town to check on his daughters." he smiled, "He just wants a close eye on em until then." Frank rolled his eyes. He loved his brother. He did, but sometimes he was conniving little shit. "Well, can it wait until tomorrow? Frankie's in love again."

"You're joking, right..."

"I don't think I am." Yonah swooned.

"How many pounds of Salami again?" Curtis asked as Frank sighed, "2 pounds." Yonah said, her sister's white dress shirt tucked in her black stretch pants. "Two weeks, running the shop, and she's got it down," Curtis smirked as Frank chuckled,

"I wouldn't give Jersey that much credit." Frank glanced over at her, an apron of blood covering her watching her place the meat into the bag.

"Have a good wintah break Petah."

"Thanks, Ms. Yonah." he waved, leaving out the store. Yonah had offered to help volunteer during the day while Ezra and Dick prepared the bar for day drinkers and the upcoming events of the night.

"You can take the girl out of Jersey, but you can't take the jersey out of the girl."

"Russo..." she deadpanned

"Yonah," he scoffed, "I'd keep the pants and shirts to your sister,

"Whatdya want..." she leaned against the counter,

"An Italian sub for your sister." He smirked.

Yonah only gave him the middle finger.

"Money's a terrifying thing..." Michael said, sitting across from Dick, "But so is the bat." he responded, the two sharing a glass of scotch.

"So, what'dya need done, boss," he asked,

"Oh, I'm not the boss," Dick laughed at Michael's scrunched-up eyebrows. Ezra walked in, Michael pointing to her, "Oh, not her either. She's just the messenger." Dick shrugged,

"And a good one at that," Ezra smirked,

"Then who is he?" Michael asked, his foot rapidly tapping, "And where is he."

"Sorry, I'm late. I was helping Frankie with the lunch rush." Yonah smiled, rolling up her sleeves as she sat down.

"Keep it up. You'll end up married." Ezra smirked, "I know from experience." she cheesed as Yonah rolled her eyes, "You two are dating first off." Dick smirked. Michael watched in awe as Yonah then looked back at Michael,

"Can I get you anything..."

"Just waiting for the boss." he shrugged,

"That would be me, Yonah. Nice to meet you."

"Michael Castiglione ." he stuck his hand out. She had a firm handshake, brown eyes to get lost in, pink painted nails and-

"Jersey," he mumbled under his breath.

"So, how can I help you."

"It's more so. How can we help you,"

"Help me?" she looked at her brother as he nodded,

"We heard about the Falcone situation." Michael smirked as Yonah sighed, "I handled it, got one guy locked in a freezer until he cracks... or dies." she took a drink from her cup,

"As associates..."

"Associates, I thought The Justice League was..."

"They're his associates. They're our associates." Dick interjected.

"So, with that said, how can I help you, Ms. Fury?"

" See to it he... doesn't send any more of his men our way," she smirked,

"And if "He" does..."

"He'll have someone else to answer to." she shrugged, her expression darker as Michael nodded. He could see why his brother was fascinated by her. "Should I be worried?" Michael asked as Ezra and Dick both nodded, "She's not one to be crossed."

"I can speak for myself, thank you," she sighed, "Siblings, I tell you."

"I completely understand," he pushed a jet black curl aside, "Got two older ones, a pain in my ass." he laughed as she giggled, "Well, in honor of joining the family, we grant you our protection, and a partnership of this here lounge," Yonah said hands folded on her knees,

"We already have a partner-" Ezra froze as Yonah snapped her fingers at her,

"What do you say, Mr. Castiglione."

"We grant our protection, loyalty, and half ownership of our shop in Queens,"

"We've got a deal," Michael grinned,

"Nice doing business with you, partner." Yonah shook his hand, a good, firm grip, watching as she walked away.

"I think you should leave my girl alone."

"Says who..." Billy asked, hand near his holster. It was close to Midnight, and the boys had just finished locking up shop at Astoria's. "Wasn't talkin to you." grey eyes peering from the shadows, "Was talkin to him." gun pointed at Frank, "Who's your girl, kid? "Curtis asked, already ready to aim fire and shoot. "That's between him and-"

BANG!

A bullet in his knee cap, "You talk too damn much-" Frank sighed as both Curtis and Billy looked up at Frank, "You're going to pay for-"

BANG!

"GET EM NOW, BOYS!" He shouted. They were surrounded and outnumbered, but that didn't worry them before. Frank reloaded his gun, Billy had his switchblade, and Curtis had his suppressor. What was supposed to be an innocent night on the town became a blood bath, as men lay there covered in their blood, laying in the alleyway laid Frank and Billy, a few dents and digs that, with the right kind of care, would be gone.

"Sure you don't wanna find Temple,"

"We'll bleed out before we make it to Harlem." Billy sassed.

"I'd be okay with that," Curtis mumbled,

"Does Liberman know-

"Out with his wife... Just get in the car. I know a place in Midtown." Frank grumbled, limping.

"You two comin or what."

"Pin curls..." Ezra sighed, watching her sister set her hair.

"What's wrong with pin curls."

"They're old..."

"They're classic..."

"Have you tried? I don't know ratting your hair." Dick asked, "All the women are doing it." he mumbled as Ezra sat her down,

"I don't need to-"

"It's time you be your own person," Ezra smirked at a can of hair spray and a teasing comb. Yonah grumbled and groaned much like her father would as Ezra worked her magic on her sister's head, a beehive ponytail,

"Well, do you like it?"

"I don't-"

Ding!

Rushing to cover up her nightgown, Yonah ran to the door, dagger in her garter belt. Through the peephole, it was Billy and "Frank..." the two were bloody and bruised like dropped peaches on the ground. As she opened the door, she could see her sister's heart sink at the look of Billy. Rushing to his side, Yonah rolled her eyes at the action.

"You look ..."

"Like shit..." Frank finished her sentence, his eyes admiring the view.

"I was going to say like you need medical attention." she huffed, Who did this to you."

"I'm fine..."

"Didn't ask how you look," Dick went to get her sewing kit. "I'm-"

"Billy, what happened..." Ezra asked, sewing him up in the middle of the kitchen, "A few punks started a fight. We finished em off." he shrugged as Yonah laughed, guiding Frank to the bathroom,

"Isn't that just sexy?" Ezra swooned.

"Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." Yonah jokingly sighed.

"You can sleep at my place." he looked at her as she wiped the dried-up blood off his face, the alcohol burning as he tried not to flinch.

"I don't want to intrude."

"Ouch..."

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, generally worried,

"No." he shrugged.

"Good cause that was still the cloth," she joked, straddling his waist so she could start sewing on him. "You poor baby." she rubbed circles on his cheek. He was baffled by her actions, the way she sat on his lap as if it were a throne, her voice calling him baby. Frank was sick on love, and she was the cause. The needle pierced into his skin. "On second thought, does the offer still stand," she asked as he laughed, heart, skipping a beat.

"Of course, Sweetheart."

"I think you're all cleaned up," she trailed off, seeing blood on his shirt, a deep sigh leaving her lips. It must have been how her mother felt fixing Bruce from every damn fight he got into,

"What's wrong."

"Your shirt..." Frank looked down as Yonah got up from straddling him, "If you want me to take it off, just ask." from any guy, this would have been a shit-eating smirk Yonah, but to her, it might have been the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"Please..." she coughed, "So you don't uh die..." she turned her back so he could have some privacy,

"You don't have to-"

"No, no, it's fine, ladies, never." she turned back to face Frank, "Peak..." she was silent, absolutely gob-smacked. He had a body fit for the motion pictures. He was better than any James Dean or the rest of that lot.

"You alright over there, Jersey."

"Mhmm, fine." she blushed, "Re-threading the needle."

"The one with thread in it." she looked down as she sighed, "Reasons I don't have a medical degree." Frank laughed at her joke. Getting closer to him, she realized the angle she'd be in to sew him would be awkward unless she made it that way. But then again, they did kiss, and they'd been growing closer to each other.

She just needed to say it.

"Look, for you to not bleed on my marble floors, I'm gonna have to be between your legs, so don't get any funny ideas," she said as Frank shrugged,

"Wasn't gonna."

Yonah had her hand on his thigh to steady herself. The other sewing up the cuts, "So who was this fight with..." she asked. She knew some of those marks. She had a few herself.

"Some punk from Gotham." he shrugged, "Taught him a lesson, though,"

"Did you happen to catch his name?" she asked

"Carlo or something." her hand froze. Was he the one sending his grandfather's goons to the bar or having them follow her and her sister back home?

"Jersey... you okay."

"Mhmm, I uh, just need to fix this one stitch and-" leaning close as she tightened up the stitch, her head focused down, Frank's head knocked back, trying not to growl from the pain.

"Aye, Frankie, I'm stayin...here... tonight-"

"Oh my God, Yonah, I didn't think you'd be into that."

Both Frank and Yonah popped their heads back at the bathroom door as Billy and Ezra stood smirking at the two.

"We weren't..." her face turning red, "I was fixin him up."

"So was your sister. She fixed me up very well..." He kissed Ezra, hands on her waist as Frank and Yonah rolled their eyes.

"Will you two fuck off!" She growled as Frank's eyes grew a bit wide. He never wanted to kiss someone so badly for the way that Billy cowered in fear and left. Adding the last stitch, Yonah handed him his shirt as she took a deep breath.

"I'll uh go get changed." she smiled. It was just a sleepover with her friend, who she's kissed, seen shirtless, the same friend who saw her covered in a pink lace nightgown. If Matt knew about this, he'd have joked about how far from heaven she was.

"Ez tell Dick I'll be back tomorrow,"

"Where you going..." Ezra asked, wrapped in her robe.

"Business," she said, taking her keys and a suitcase with her.

"You ready,"

Frank's place wasn't too shabby. It was just enough space for him and his siblings when they occasionally popped in. But it was cozy, warm, and comfy enough for Yonah to have already made herself home on his couch. "Nice place you got here." she smiled at him,

"It ain't fancy like yours."

"Doesn't need to be." her eyes drifted to a picture, and she smiled as she got closer, "That's Maria and my kids Lisa and Frank jr." he sighed,

"You had a beautiful family, Frank." she smiled, "She looked like she didn't take any of your shit." Yonah chuckled as he laughed, "She could hit hard like the big boys, but she was a sweetheart." he smirked, "She was mine." he looked down at her, brown eyes looking into her blue-green ones. Yonah then put her finger on her locket. She hadn't worn it much, but it still meant so much to her,

"You got a sweetheart, huh."

"Oh me, no..." a picture of her mother inside it. Frank was in awe. She was just as beautiful as Yonah, with gentle eyes and a smile that wore off on her daughter,

"She must have meant a lot to you."

"I could say the same to you about Maria." she then stretched, "I should uh washup." she walked off,

"Dick, can you get lost..." Ezra asked. Dick sighed, standing at the door as his sister hid behind the door, "Kinda can't... brought someone with me." he mentioned, "Tell them to fuck off..."

"You heard her, Brucie." Dick sighed.

"B-Bru...Daddy!?!"

Bruce only stood at the door as he groaned. Ezra didn't know what to do with Billy in the bedroom and clothes scattered. She was the most indecent ever.

"Uh oh..." Billy gulped.

"Where's your sister..." Bruce only asked,

"She's out..."

"With who..."

"Frank!" Yonah laughed, sitting on the countertop, Johnny Cash playing on his record player as she watched him cook, "What you asked," he smirked, taking her hand and kissing it. "You're a real wild card." she playfully shoved him. "What about you." bringing the sauce spoon to her mouth, "I've never done anything wild." she nodded, "I don't believe that." he joked as she furrowed her brows, "There's still Doris Day's in the world of Betty Pages." she rolled her eyes,

"Even Doris did somethin." he teased,

"Alright, alright." she cracked, "I once did the backseat bingo at the passion pit...I was young. I didn't know better..." she blushed, the straps of her nightgown hanging off her shoulders.

"Attagirl," Yonah smirked, biting her bottom lip,

"Oh, hush."

"Embarrassed?" he smirked back, leaning in closer,

"I've done things that could make Mary Magdalene blush."

"Prove..." Yonah kissed him hard, her hand tucked in his thick curls, teeth grazing his bottom lip as she slowly pulled away, "it..." Frank finished his sentence a bit breathless. "Make me..." she whispered against his lips. There it was, her seductive side kicking in, the side that wanted to pounce and attack, but she couldn't. After all, he opened his doors to her. Frank pinned her against the cabinets, his hand under her chin, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was sweet at first, shy, tempting, and wanting. Different than their kiss back from the Copa. Yonah could taste the dry iron from the cut on his lip as Frank could taste the lingering traces of vodka and lemonade.

"You don't have to worry..." Yonah pulled away.

"About what."

"Hurting me, I can take it." batting her eyelashes at him.

"In that case." wrapping his hand around her ponytail. He gave it a rough tug watching as her head fell back, revealing her neck that needed every type of hickey and bite mark that Frank could think of,

Yonah shivered at the feel of his tongue licking down her neck. The bites and nips on her skin slowly started to fire her fury, "More..." her voice breathy and light, different from how she was just a minute ago, demanding and in control. Frank only laughed, seeing her eyes cloudy with lust so fast, he had to have her now, and he was going to. Pulling him back into a kiss, Yonah snaked her arm around his neck as she bit his lip, causing a sharp groan to escape him. Her tongue wrapped around his, sucking on the muscle giving him an idea of what else Yonah would be good a sucking; wrapping her leg around his waist almost made him want to take her right then and there, but he wanted to have her work for it, see what she would do and how she'd do it. His hands crept closer to where she wanted them, hoping he could feel just how much she needed him,

"Now, sweetheart,"

"Hmm..."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mhmm..." Yonah nodded, already drunk off his touch,

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes."

"Yes, what." Frank leaned in close. He swore he heard her breath hitch.

"Yes, sir."

"Attagirl," Frank smirked, slowly sliding his finger inside her, Yonah's head nearly hitting the back of the cabinet door. Yonah was squelching wet to the point she was oozing. If this was what a kiss could do, he could imagine how wet she'd be when he got fired up. Frank plunged another finger inside her slippery cavern as her back began to arch, her breathing becoming choppy the more he'd thrust them in and out of her.

"St- ah Stop teasin m- fuck me!"

"If you don't like my teasin, why're moanin." Frank whispered in her ear, "B-BecAUSE!" she was close to coming on his fingers, and he knew from the agonizing squeeze she had on them, "Words doll face." another quick thrust of his fingers,

"I-I!"

"Hmm." he pulled her off the counter, "Might wanna hold on." Yonah nodded as he sat between her legs, removing her panties with his teeth. His tongue licked between her wet folds as her knees buckled, he hadn't even begun, and she was already weak. He could hear her whimpering and moaning at every swirl of his tongue on her sensitive bud, she was yearning for him, and he loved it,

"You okay up there..."

Yonah only let out a shaky moan as he kissed her thighs,

"Take that as a yes." he winked, eating her like a man starving for his last meal. Yonah couldn't take it anymore. She was holding on by a thread, legs shaking, toes curling her hands, tugging his hair.

"I know you got it in you." he cooed, plunging his tongue inside her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Yes...yes... YES!" her breathing heavy as he licked up her sweet taste, if Frank had to he'd die happily under her just like this.

"You got one more in you?" he asked as Yonah gave him a quick peck on the lips. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed, "I think I have a few more." she gasped as she watched Frank unbutton his shirt. Although it wasn't like she hadn't already seen him like this before, it wasn't like she didn't just patch him up. "Y'wanna help me here." his hands tugging at his belt as she stopped and stared at him, "C'mere pretty girl." and just like that, she was under his spell, unzipping his dress slacks, her eyes big and round,

"You want it... S'yours." he kissed her forehead.

"I should. After all, you gave me-"

"You don't got to if you don't want to." he rubbed her cheek, "Just for that, I have to." she winked at him, Frank laughed, bending down to kiss her,

"Jesus Christ, Jersey."

"I can guarantee this is going to be the best you ever had," she smirked, pulling down his boxers. He was a good size, girthy, enough to hit the back of her throat. The touch of her gentle hand pumping his cock sent electric sparks through him. If Yonah continued going, he might have burst right then and there. Her fingers were magic alone, but so was her tongue. It was as if she knew where he needed her the most. Frank wanted to be gentle. He wanted to savor the moment, but when Yonah hollowed her cheeks and nearly had him halfway down her throat, he couldn't help but let his primal side show. Grunts and groans left his ever-so-soft lips as Yonah hummed, the vibrations sending him over the edge. She could tell he was close from the way his hips began to sputter and thrust into her mouth, the way that he said. "Fuck baby girl, y'doin so good." the rasp in his voice went to shit as his voice was breathy and wanting. Yonah could feel him rutting into her mouth, bits of drool dripping from her plump pink lipstick lips. Ropes of cum on her tongue as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Swallow all of it."

"Already did." Yonah smirked, "You sound cute when you're whiny and whimperin." Frank growled, giving her ass a little spank as she gasped,

"You into that, sweetheart."

"No..."

He spanked her again as she moaned, "Thought so." he chuckled. It was his turn to make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Kissing her neck, his hands found their way under her nightgown and to her breast, giving them a good squeeze as her head fell back on his shoulder. His touch alone could send her over the edge, and he was impressed by it. He loved how her legs squeezed when he pulled on her nipple, how she'd whine for more when he'd lick down her neck, or just how weak she got when Frank would whisper "Attagirl." in her ear. Yonah wanted, no needed him in every possible way given. She needed to feel him throbbing inside her now. "Somethin on your mind."

"I need you," she murmured.

"In what way." He turned to look at her.

"Every way." she yelped at the feeling of his finger. Yonah was soaking wet, making him drunk off lust. "C'mere." he pinned her down to the mattress, dark curls sprawled out on his pillow. She was beautiful under him like this, laying there without anything on. He could stay like this forever, "Tell me if it hurts."

"I can take the stretchin," she smirked,

"I'm serious."

"Alright, alright, I will." tracing the worry lines on his forehead, "You worry about me a lot, don't you." she asked as Frank traced the sensitive scar under her breast, "Damn right, I do," he said, heart beating fast, was this love or lust, adoration, or admiration,

"You sure about this."

"I'm very sure." Yonah cradled his face. Frank nodded, slowly sliding into her, fingernails digging into his back. "Breathe."

"Try-Trying to." Yonah's nose scrunched up at the sting, sure, it was a slight twinge of pain, but it had been a while since she last felt it and the first time she liked it. Being a honeypot wasn't easy. It was just meaningless nights of sex and information or used at times. "You can move now," she whispered. His thrust was slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm her too much, but, oh, did Yonah ache for him to go faster to unleash every bit of stress he had,

"You look bored..."

"No... I'm -" he glanced at her as she cracked, "Well..." she gasped a little, "Could we..." Frank stopped, paying attention to her and what she wanted to say, "Go faster." an ounce of relief dropped. He thought maybe he had done something wrong or hurt her,

"Thought you'd never ask." Animalistic guttural grunts and moans filled the room. "Fuck! Right there!" Yonah shrieked. Hours passed as the sun was slowly kissing the sky. Yonah's hands were on top of Frank's chest as he guided her hips, his other large hand softly on her throat, "Fuck... Yonah... You doing s'good for me." he panted, the two both getting close, watching her sink her hips back on him was heaven sent with the sun shining on her skin, she was heaven sent, and she was his.

"Attagirl, there you go." he moaned out, "Be a good girl an cum for me," Frank commanded, a high pitch scream leaving her lips as he rutted into her faster, chasing both his and her final moment.

"FRANK FUCK, I LOVE YOU," she shouted. Frank pulled her in for a fiery kiss. Bodies pressed together. "I love you too, Yonah," he mumbled under a whisper so only he could hear it. Pulling out of her, he watched the mess they created spill out as the two laughed,

"Shit... "

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill." she shrugged, "I'll go draw us a bath and-" she tried to get up as her legs were weak, and she'd still been on the bed. "Allow me." Frank scooped her up in his arms,

"So what about the lounge and the shop..." she asked

"Eh, they'll manage." he kissed her forehead.

"It's close to noon..." Bruce said, looking between the three of them, "Your sister still isn't here..." Dick gulped, trying to think of a lie as both Ezra and Billy became squeamish to his gaze, "She's runnin a couple of errands, and she'll be back." Billy shouted as they waited for Bruce's reaction. "She'll be back by tonight." Ezra pitched in, fumbling over the fabric of her sleeves.

"Then I'll be here until she does."

"Shit... aye Russo... why'd don't call you to know who and..."

"And what," Billy whispered as Dick glanced at him,

"Got it."

"You really gotta start takin care of yourself." Frank sighed, knowing he was talking about himself using Yonah as a façade. "I do... it's just in between. I'm taking care of the family business. And stepping in the role for my mother and-" Frank glanced at her as she looked back at him. "Her death ain't your fault, sweetheart..." massaging her scalp as soap bubbles surrounded them. "Their death ain't your fault either," she said, shuttering from the massage.

"I coulda prevented it..." he sighed, "If I just..."

"I know how you feel... I was sixteen when my mother died. With so much responsibility and taking care of my brothers and my wayward sister, and bad lovers and-"

"C'mere, let me hold you." her head laying on his chest,

"When we get out of this tub, i'm going to hold you too," she mumbled. Feeling nice and cozy, Yonah didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay like this, with Frank forever. "Thank you." Frank mouthed.

RING

"Jesus Christ, Frank, will you answer your phone!" Michael grumbled, walking around his apartment. A groan left his lips. Yonah and Frank jolted up out of the tub from the sound of the voice. Frank grabbed a gun he hid under a tile. Yonah took a switchblade out from under her slipper.

"What can I say? I'm a badass." she winked, the two in robes. "Francis, this is import-" a gun and knife pointed in his direction, "Tant..."

"Mikey..." Frank sighed, "Couldda knocked.

"I wish I did," he said, trying to focus on Frank,

"Ms. Wayne." he nodded in her direction.

"Mr. Castiglione." she covered up,

"You two know each other..." Frank asked, setting his gun down,

"Could ask you the same thing." she sassed.

"This is my brother Francis Castiglione." Michael smiled, "Francis, this is Yonah Shanel Wayne."

"You're the..." Yonah stood there in shock. She didn't know how to feel or what to do. Was she embarrassed, or did she think he'd think differently of her?

"And you're the honeypot they call Pink Fury." she couldn't tell if he was okay with it or heartbroken or- "Was that back there all an act, sweetheart or-"

"Ms. Wayne, your fathers on the phone."

"Frank I-"

"It's urgent..."

"Hello, father..." grumbled under her breath,

"Where are you..."

"I'm with my associates." she deadpanned, watching as Frank walked off, "I'll be there as fast as I can..." she hung up wanting to go to him, wanting to tell him that Yonah loved him, that she-

"We'll meet you there," Michael said as she nodded,

"You're late..." Dick whispered. Walking quickly into the backroom. Sitting at her desk was Bruce, who had Tim, and Jason by his side with his baseball bat, Ezra had her knife pulled out, and tied to the chair interrogated was "Carlo..." Yonah froze, a lump of anxiety in her throat.

Her hands started to shake.

She couldn't speak.

She couldn't breathe.

Yonah needed to hide.

She needed to be brave.

She needed to reclaim her sanity.

"Everyone out..." she snapped her fingers,

"Yonah, are you sure..."

"OUT!" she commanded, sitting on her desk. She looked over at Carlo. That grin that once gave her butterflies now made the acid in her stomach boil,

"So you messin with that stunad..." Carlo laughed, "Thought you were better than that." he chuckled, touching her cheek like he used to, shocked that she smacked his hand away.

"Why are you here... in my territory..."

"Your territory... please, this belongs to Murdock... The devil of Hell's Kitchen, he only let you hear because." a gash on his cheek, blood trickling down, "You bitch..." his hands wrapped around her throat, Manicured fingers searching for the gun that Ezra gifted her. "You no good Bitch." he growled. He could feel the pressure of iron against his head as he laughed, the ivory handle in her hand felt foreign, but it felt good,

"This is for all you did to me..."

"Yonah, remembering it wrong... You hurt me remember? " Carlo asked, "You abused me. I never hit you, I never did no such thing, now Sionis might've but me I loved you," he unwrapped his hands from her throat,

"Sionis was at least apologetic." her hands unsteady with the gun,

"Next, you'll say that asshole who shot me loves you too."

"Frank..." she whispered, "What did you try to do to him..."

"The same thing my Grandfather successfully did to your mother."

Suddenly Yonah was transported back to January 7th, 1956, poodle curls atop her hair, dressed in a black pencil dress as her father was stone-faced, her sister crying over her shoulder, her brothers silently sobbing,

Yonah couldn't look away as they lowered her mother's casket. She knew she had a mission to fulfill, and Yonah wouldn't stop. "She's buried next to grandma and grandpa," Ezra said, trying to comfort her sister. Yonah only walked past her as she laughed,

"Alfred..."

"Yes, Ms. Wayne..."

"I need you to train me."

A fire in her eyes as she spun Carlo into her desk, hand fisting his hair, banging it against her desk, the other hand pressing the gun to his head. She wanted him to feel the same fear she once felt to see every ounce of life left, to have his brains spilled the same way her mothers did.

"You wouldn't..."

"Fucking try me..."

"Think of your daddy and his no-kill poli-"

THWACK

Bashing his head in again.

"That's really all you got, huh." he laughed, "Can't you be more controlling, more aggressive, more-"

BANG!

The bullet was heard around New York, "Yonah..." Bruce said. He didn't want to go in there for fear Yonah might have been hurt or worse. But there was Frank, pushing past everyone to get to that door. All he could see was her, not the blood, not Carlo. Frank shot to make sure he'd stay dead. He only had eyes on her. Dropping the gun by her foot, Yonah ran into his arms, shivering like a wet cat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry," she kept muttering, hot tears into his shirt,

"You didn't do anything wrong," he stated, picking her up as she buried her head in his chest.

"Yonah, you're alright..." everyone was saying, surrounding her and asking if she was okay,

"I can't breathe..."

"Why can't I breathe..." her heart racing as if she could barely stand the beat of it drumming in her ears. Chills ran down her spine. She felt like she'd faint if one more person touched her,

"Give her some space," Matt said,

"Is she okay?" Ezra asked

"What's happening to her."

" An episode..." Dick mumbled,

Bruce raced over to his daughter as Frank backed away, "Russo water, Ezra table cloth, Tim, lock the doors. We're closed." he commanded, watching as they all scattered around to help,

"Five things you can see."

"Y-you... table... B-bar, Jason, Curtis." her breathing a bit steady,

"Good four things you can hear."

"Lights, uh... uh voices." she shivered,

"Give me two more."

"Footsteps, rain..."

"Good, three things you can touch."

"Floor, table, chair." she was getting better with her fast responses.

"Two things you can smell."

"Ezra's perfume, food..."

"One thing you can taste." Yonah blushed as Bruce glanced at her, confused to what she might say.

"Frank," she mumbled. Bruce helped her up as she hugged him. He hugged back.

"I'm sorry."

"About," Ezra asked,

"Our argument." He took the cloth from her, placing it over Yonah, "You managed very well, Ms. Enchantress... or should I say Fury." he winked as Yonah blushed a bit.

"You heard..."

"I know everything."

"I told him everything," Michael mumbled. Dick gave Yonah some water. While Frank stood next to her,

"You uh feeling better, Jersey..." he asked.

"Yeah..." she nodded, "Can we have some alone time, please..." Yonah asked as everyone responded, shaking their heads and sitting down.

"Look about earlier..."

"Frank, I am in love with you, like I'd make you Pasta Fazioli and-" he kissed her again,

"I uh..."

"I love you too." he chuckled. Frank finally said it out loud, and it wasn't as scary as he thought,

"That's cute... But, uh, the real question..." Tim asked, tapping his fingers, "Who's going to be dad's underboss." Bruce looked between his children, sipping his scotch as he took a deep breath,

"Well..."

"Tell us..."

"It has to be me."

"I'm your first son."

"It's Alfred." Bruce shrugged.

"ALFRED!" they all shouted.

"Tim, you're not ready. Jason, you have The Outlaws. Dick, you're here. Ezra, you're here, and Yonah, you don't need me telling you what to do anymore." he smiled, "You've already got everything under control here." he raised his glass, "I just hope you're dependable as an associate."

"Of course." she nodded,

"Oh, and Frank..."

"Sir..."

"Hope to see you Christmas..."

#frank castle #billy russo #Matt Murdock #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #ezra wayne #yonah shanel wayne #mafia au #1960s au #nmcu fanfic #marvel fanfic #curtis hoyle #dc fanfic #oc x canon #oc x frank castle #oc x billy russo #jesus alot of tags

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parks-and-get-wrekt · 3 years

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The Robins (plus Duke) as moments from the try guys episode where they get kidnapped

(The last one of these did pretty well and I have more to share so)

Kidnappers: where’s your phone?

Dick: it dropped outside

Kidnappers: why’s it outside? Why’s it not on you?

Dick: I don’t like the way it makes my pants look

Duke: what’s being kidnapped usually like? Is it like an escape room?

Jason: it’s more like a bdsm room

Dick: Oo-Kay

Tim: I was afraid of being kidnapped as a kid. And there was this one nightmare I remember, where the kidnappers got to me and I just started screaming “I love you”

Dick: the royal family have to get trained for live kidnapping situations. Meghan Markle had to go through a kidnapping scenario like we did today. So I’m basically… married to prince Harry. Except I’m gonna have a better dress

Stephanie: I’m gonna put the nap in kidnap!

Duke: (talking about Batman’s survival training) he’s the kind of guy who goes into the woods and bites into raccoon neck for like, sustenance

Jason: I’m not scared, I’m kind of like… hard. Nope that wasn’t the word I wanted to say

*laughter from his siblings*

Jason: I meant hard like I’m tough not hard like, stop laughing dickhead I didn’t mean it that way

Dick: (clutching his stomach and cackling)

Stephanie: Tim’s the best at strategy because he plays a lot of board games, Jason and Damian are obviously the craziest. Me? I can create a distraction. Then we’ll throw Duke at them and run away

Duke: what?

Dick: now I’ve heard of Stockholm syndrome which is where you fall in love with your kidnapper. I’m not saying that’s gonna happen today, but that could happen today

Jason: you look so stupid right now

Tim: *messing with his handcuffs* thank you

Tim: wait, can I just- *starts pulling his hand out*

Others: slender wrists! Slender wrists! Slender wrists!

Duke: have any of you ever been in a situation like this?

Damian: I got into a cab once, it was going in circles and the driver kept changing directions and talking on the phone. Eventually I just put a knife to his throat.

Dick: I’m the run guy, he’s the stab guy

Jason: this is some dark shit y’all

Stephanie: is it weird that I’m excited?

Damian: *immediately kicks a henchman’s leg and makes a run for it when they put hoods over everyone’s heads* *gets caught and brought back to the others*

Dick: (conversationally) hey Dami how’d you do?

Damian: I made it about 50 yards

Stephanie: oh that’s pretty far

Random henchman: get down on the floor! No talking!

Dick: (lying facedown) what about singing?

Henchman: (kicks dust over him)

*muffled laughter from the other kids*

Stephanie: (mocking the others bc she’s not actually adopted) you’ll never get away with this, my dad is a very powerful man. Ooooh when my dad finds out about this

Tim: (giggling)

Jason: okay I’ve got a bunch of tape, what did you all get?

Duke: I got zip ties

Dick: I’m handcuffed pretty tight

Tim: wanna trade?

Jason: (motioning to a lock pick shiv he’s got in a secret pocket) okay unzip my pants

Dick: (unsure what’s going on but down for it) okay yeah

Tim: I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sweating like crazy right now. Feel my hand

Jason: no I don’t need to feel it that’s gross

Tim: I think I can just slip out

Duke: oh no way

Stephanie: his sweat lubed it up!

Dick: Tim’s anxiety is the best secret weapon

(During interrogations)

Duke: wait you guys it sounds like they’re torturing Jason

Jason: (In the distance) ow my dick!

Stephanie: *barely holding back laughter*

Damian: Drake you know what you have to do now, when they’re torturing you you have to slip out and kill them

Tim: *concern*

*the goons returning from an interrogations*

*muffled giggling as the kids try to get their hoods and restraints back on*

Dick: wait, help!

Stephanie: you’re on your own man!

*individual interrogations*

Goons: so who has the most money?

Jason: oh Tim definitely (immediately throwing him under the bus)

Goons: wow you really don’t hesitate to give each other up do you?

Goons: *spray something in Dick’s face*

Dick: is that axe body spray?

Dick: oh that’s really bad actually

Goon #1: disgusting isn’t it?

Dick: (cheerfully) yeah!

Goon #2: purest form of torture

Goons: so apparently this group’s leader is Tim

Tim: what are you talking about?

Goons: on your feet Timmy

Tim: oh I’ll do that, that’s fine, I just want it to be on the record that I am the leader, I’m the number one (being dragged away)

*interrogation room*

Goon #1: this is bear mace, you ever been bear maced?

Duke: I have not seen bear mace no, I can guess though, that it’s mace but bear strength

Jason: *trying to help get Dick’s hood off with his hands tied* come towards me I can probably do it with my knees

Dick: wha- you can just use your hands. You’re just humping my head

Stephanie: (joining the chaos) no wait hold still

*inaudible hump talk*

Stephanie and Jason: 1 2 3, go!

*they actually manage to get the hood off*

Dick: it did work, but it was super awful

*interrogation room*

Tim: I don’t know if you know this but nobody loves me, it’s kind of my shtick

Goons: who has the money?!

Tim: (rattling off business statistics)

Goon #1: you just like to babble and spit out a bunch of shit huh?

Duke: it’s how I think when I’m nervous!

Goon #2: how do you talk when you’re in pain?

Duke: pretty much the same

Goon: what’s wrong with you?!

Tim: oh so many things

*back in the main room*

Stephanie: (as she’s being dragged away) may I just say that you’re doing a great job, you have a beautiful operation here

Goon: *insults Damian*

Damian: I’ll remember that when I cut off your head

Stephanie: *fixing Duke’s hood to look like Yoda ears*

Tim: I told them my shtick is that nobody loves me

Dick: we love you!

Tim: okay then you pay my f*cking random

Damian: not all of us

Jason: (to Duke) (with authority) interrogation 101, you give them nothing dude

Goons: *forcing Tim to stand in a wall sit position*

Tim: oh is this exercise? This is gonna be so uncomfortable

Dick: oh! We got it! We got it!

*the others shushing him*

Dick: okay yeah shh you guys, shh, we got it!

*the kids walking away mostly barefoot after escaping*

Stephanie: (holding up the hoods) I’m keeping this as a souvenir!

Dick: lets just go until we find like-

Tim: a Starbucks

Duke: does it have to be a Starbucks?

Tim: it has to be a Starbucks I want a caramel macchiato

Jason: can we get fro-yo?

Stephanie: I’m very proud of myself, I escaped and I annoyed my captors relentlessly

Dianian: they probably would have killed you first as a message to the rest of us

Tim: I would like the record to state that they called me the leader

#dc comics #red robin dc #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #spoiler dc #dick grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #batman and robins #Robins #robin dc #duke thomas #signal dc #bat shenanigans #batkids

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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forever is the sweetest con | Chip Taylor x Reader

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Summary: Reader's dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they're lucky, they get his daughter's number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader's mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: thank you @samuel-de-champagne-problems for requesting a chip fic!! i am in love with him and also yes this plot is something that happened to my parents, however, my mom is still alive and my dad does give my Instagram out to the men who subcontract for him lmao!

Her father was a carpenter, and he often took on apprentices. You see, he had to learn everything on his own to make his way in life and support his family, he was willing to help other men do the same thing. And so every night he would come home from work and talk about whatever idiot he was teaching this week.

“His name is Chip,” her father emphasized the p with confusion, “what is that even short for?”

“It’s short for Charles,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “is he at least more competent than that Mason kid?”

“Much!” He rolled his eyes, “although I did have to teach him how to put crown moulding in today, he’s a quick learner and you can tell he’s just following what they teach at the schools but I know the hacks.”

“I know, Dad,” she smiled. “Is he cute? Single?”

She’s been on dates with most of the guys he’s worked with, mainly because they went to her high school back in the day, but also because her father was trying to play matchmaker. Ever since her mother died, she’s been taking care of him and he just wanted her to have some fun outside of the house. She needed a life in his eyes.

She was content working at the diner and serving people food all day just to come home and take care of her father. He worked hard to make sure they stayed afloat after her mom, the least she could do is make him dinner and a sandwich for lunch the next day.

“He is actually,” he shrugged, “he’s a yes man, you’d probably really like him.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, waiting for whatever snide comment he was going to make to jokingly piss her off.

“Your aunt Lisa only married your uncle Jason because he was a yes man and she could wear the pants, and you’ve always been just like her,” he explained it nicer than she expected.

“Give him my number next time you work with him?” She asks nicely, taking his plate from the table and moving it to the sink.

“Good luck chip,” she hears him mumble under his breath.

It makes her laugh, she loves her relationship with her father and the friendly environment they were able to keep after everything that’s happened to their family. They always laughed together, he was always cracking jokes and even when they were shouting obscenities at each other it came from a place of love, “fuck-head” was a term of endearment in their home.

—

He brings Chip home with him without telling her, she’s been home all day cleaning the house; her hair is a mess and she’s all sweaty, and he really is cute. She made enough food for an army so it wasn’t a problem in her father’s eyes, saying “doesn’t she always look beautiful? It’s fine Y/N.”

“Yeah,” Chip agreed with a small smile and a blush that roared red down his neck. "You're very beautiful."

She cleans up a bit before dinner, brushing her hair and changing into a nice sundress. She adds some perfume and shakes the anxiety out of her body, he was just one of her dad’s friends from work. And he happened to be incredibly adorable.

Returning to find them talking about how he fixed their frozen pipes in the winter with a hairdryer. It was the most basic shit to her and yet Chip was fascinated like he’s never heard any of these things before. He’s holding a beer in his hands with a leg crossed as he leans on the sofa and he’s so cute…

He’s in his work jeans and his shirt is all sweaty, and his hair is curled on the ends from all the hard work. His hands are dirty and he smells like sawdust and home. She’s not listening to a single thing they’re talking about, she’s just staring at the way his face moves when he talks and how sweet his laugh is.

He loves dinner, he’s beyond thankful and even more so for dessert. She made homemade banana bread with the bananas they had, they were going to go bad if she didn’t. It wasn’t anything special but he acted like she made his whole day.

He helps bring all the dishes into the kitchen, standing beside her as she fills the sink with water, “do you have a towel? I could help dry.”

“I know where everything is, how about you wash and I dry?” She compromises with a smile, and he’s more than happy to oblige.

She learns a little about him, he’s kind and friendly and he seems to crave the feeling of family that being in her home provides. He doesn’t want to stop washing dishes because then he has to go home, and he doesn’t look like he really wants to do that either.

“Do you need a ride home, Chip?” She asks as he lets the sink water out, “I was thinking about going to get some ice cream if you want to join me?”

“I would love to,” he smiles again, “thank you, Y/N.”

—

She understands everything when she drops him off at his tiny, little, run-down apartment; he’s going to be all alone as soon as he leaves her car and she hates that for him. He was so nice it was hard to believe that he didn’t have a nice partner and a house and kids by now.

“I wouldn’t mind if you came over for dinner after all your shifts with my dad? Just text me before so I make enough dinner?” She offers with butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“You’re too kind to me,” he replies, unable to meet her eyes as she turns to him.

“I just want more time to look at you,” she teases, “you’re really handsome.”

He lights up, “you think so?”

She nods with a small laugh, pushing air through her nose as she leans in more, “and you’re nice and funny, and your voice is cute.”

He’s stunned as his eyes flick back and forth from hers to her lips, his lips are parted as he tries to breathe but fails, he looks like no one has ever told him that before.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?” She changes the topic so that he can focus once more.

“I should be,” he replies just soft enough for her to hear.

“Would you like a sandwich for lunch? My dad said often the guys don’t bring that much with them to eat, I wouldn’t mind making you a sandwich too?”

She’s not sure why she feels the need to take him in and care for him but she does. She wants to wrap him up in a hug and make his meals and tuck him in at night. He just has this aura that calls for love and she desperately wants to give it to him.

He leans forward and kisses her, she kisses back instinctively and reaches to hold his face. His cheeks are soft as she runs her thumb along the skin, she pulls back only to press a few more pecks to his lips.

“You're something else,” he whispers against her lips before stealing another kiss.

He’s sweet, he tastes like vanilla ice cream and she just wants more. She kisses him again and again, eventually licking at his bottom lip and desperately whining to make out with him. She hasn’t felt this needy since she was a high schooler, but something in Chip made her feel alive.

She is leaning so far into his space she might as well get into his seat too. She moves to kiss his jaw and down his neck and he’s nothing but hands as he feels all over her back.

“Do you want to come inside?” He whispers, scared but just as desperate as she is.

“I shouldn’t,” she says before continuing her trail of kisses down his neck.

She can’t leave any marks because her father will know, but she also doesn’t care. He’d probably just give him a high five and move on with his day. She wanted to be even closer to him, she wanted to sit in his lap and kiss him for hours just because she could.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he tries to persuade her, “it just might be more comfortable for this?”

“Alright.”

He holds her hand on the walk up to his apartment, she likes how much he already feels like hers. He shows her inside and before the door is even closed she’s connecting their lips once again. He moans into her mouth at the feeling of his back colliding with the door and her hands are immediately roaming his shirt.

He’s such a good kisser, he is gentle and soft, he isn’t overly eager and controlling. He lets her explore and slow it down as she presses in closer to him and his hands wander to her hips. She places one of her thighs between his and grinds herself even closer to him.

He’s hard against her hip and the prospect of sleeping with him is so enticing but she knows she can't, at least not yet. It would be too quick, she wants to just appreciate him like this. Her kisses trail from his lips to his ear and he’s still a whining mess, but he’s completely still as she sets the pace of her grinding. He’s not pushing her to do anything or move this along, he’s just letting her explore everywhere… he’s so different.

“I don’t want to have to do laundry tonight,” he whispers with a smirk, moving his hands down to block her from grinding on his erection anymore.

She just undoes his belt and pushes his jeans to the floor before resuming the same position as before, this time she pulls her dress up and rests the clothed tip of his cock in just the right spot under her.

He’s holding her closer again, his arms wrapping almost all the way around her as his big hands grab handfuls of her skin in a desperate attempt to be closer to her. She keeps kissing his neck, they’re more open-mouthed and breathy than she intends but he just feels so good under her.

No one has ever made her feel this desperate before, something about him made her want to devour him whole. His sounds were delicious, his skin even more so, she couldn’t help herself from nipping and sucking at his neck as he made more beautiful noises.

She was so close and she could tell he wasn’t far behind, “let go, Chip,” she whispers in his ear, “cum with me.”

She grinds down hard one final time and he’s a shaking, moaning mess. It’s the feeling of the wet patch in his underwear and the feeling of him shudder that sends her over the edge, panting into his neck as they hold each other close against the door.

He turns them around, taking her by the waist and manhandling her until she’s the one against the door. His lips are on her neck and it’s like his orgasm has only enticed him to go further, “you’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good things Chip,” she whispers as her hand comes up to grip his hair as he continues to kiss her neck.

“Let me say thank you,” he whispers as he drops to his knees and pushes her dress up as she reaches to pull it up for him.

She spreads her legs as he moves her panties to the side and dives in. Spreading her with two fingers he sucks her clit into his mouth first and she tugs on his hair so tight he moans against her. Sending another shockwave through her body as he built another orgasm up.

He’s so good with his mouth, her legs are quaking as she tries to stay standing against the door. She can feel him everywhere but it’s still not enough, she wants him deep inside of her but she knows it’s way too soon to even be doing this. She has never gone this fast with someone before but she couldn’t stop, he felt too amazing.

“Chip,” she chanted his name, tugging on his hair tighter to get him to moan against her and send her over the edge once again.

She ruts against his tongue, fucking his face as she rides it out and he is more than happy to keep going as long as she wants him to and it feels so good she might just stay there. But the twitches get too intense and the whine she makes lets him know she’s done as he kisses back up her body.

Supporting her against the door, he presses his body against her once more. Taller than her, he tilts her chin up so she can look him in the eyes, his chin and nose are glistening with her cum and somehow he’s still cute.

She kisses him on the lips quickly, “when I can feel my legs again, I need to head home.”

When she leaves, she just sits in her car for a few minutes as she settles even more. Then she heads to the grocery store on the way home to get nice things for his sandwich tomorrow, because any man who can make her cum twice in 10 minutes deserves the best sandwich.

—

Waking up at 6 in the morning to make sandwiches is normally a chore, she sometimes makes them the night before so she doesn’t have to worry and can sleep in, this morning she wants to put all the tender loving care into these lunches. Her dad has noticed, he’s eyeing her down from the living room as he has his morning cereal and she knows he wants to ask.

“I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you’re wondering.” Her voice is just loud enough for him to shoot her a listening glance.

“Oh, but you’re making him a sandwich?”

“You should see his apartment complex,” her expression drops, “ and after the way he devoured dinner last night, I just knew he hasn’t been taken care of in forever. And he’s so nice?”

He smiles, “your mom did the same thing for me.”

“You’ve never told me the story,” she reminds him.

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter so they can look at each other. His expression is soft, he’s an overly kind man and it was the thing she loved most about him.

“Your grandfather and I worked at a company making refrigerators, I was new to the state and had nothing and so he brought me home for dinner,” he smiles at the memory.

“Her parents got divorced soon after and her mom was having trouble with the bills so I moved in and I helped, and every morning your mom woke up and she made me a sandwich as a thank you.”

“Oh,” she smiled at the recollection, they really were having the same little love story. “Well, I’m thinking about making fish for dinner, would you ask Chip if he likes it? I’ve invited him over for dinner after all his shifts with you.”

He laughs in a huff, he’s proud of her— and himself. He finally found a good one for her.

—

She outdoes herself for dinner. The food is amazing, the table is set, and she’s all dolled up for him. Her dad thinks it’s cute and he doesn’t mind being the third wheel, they all talk to each other like he’s been having dinner with them for years.

He helps clean up after dinner and her dad falls asleep watching Jeopardy in the living room like normal. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back while he’s still doing the dishes, he’s still all sweat from work but she doesn’t care, she wants to give him a hug.

“What’s this for?” He whispers, placing a wet hand over hers on his stomach.

“Do I need a reason to hug you?” She counters.

“No,” he turns around in her grip so that he can give her a real hug. Wet hands on her back and everything.

She held him there, leaning against him as he leaned against the sink. His heartbeat was quick and he still smelled like sawdust and hard work, but he was warm and soft and it felt so right to just be there.

“Are you working with my dad tomorrow?”

“I will be for the rest of the month,” he confirms her hopes; he was going to be around often.

“Would it be alright if I asked you to stay the night?” She whispers incredibly soft for only him to hear.

He nods against her before taking her hand and leading her outside to the porch. They close the house door softly and then she’s back in his arms, “are you sure?”

She looks up at him and he’s even more beautiful today than he was yesterday, “I can take you back to your place to get some things? It would be nice to send you off to work in the morning.”

“You’ve decided that I’m yours now, haven’t you?” He teased her with a smile, perfectly fine with that.

She nods again, “you could move in tomorrow if you wanted, I’m not sure what’s possessed me to take you in like this, but I really don’t want to let you go.”

He delicately places his hands on her cheeks and pulls her into a kiss, it’s soft and short and he’s quick to look at her again.

“You can have me,” he whispers, “forever, if you want.”

It makes her laugh, “that's the sweetest con you know, you promise yourself to me forever and yet you have no idea if you can stay that long.”

He nods in agreement, “what if I promise my hardest to stay?”

“Okay,” she smiles again, leaning forward and kissing him again, finally.

—

The month is coming to an end and he’s slept beside her almost every single night, and even with that, they’re still taking it slow. They go on dates on the weekends, they make out in her car, he drives her to work, she kisses him at the door every morning he stays with them and they’ve done almost everything but have sex together.

They didn’t feel the need to yet, everything that was leading up to it was fun and interesting. She’s enjoyed sneaking around with him to get each other off back and forth, like an adult game of tag.

She’d blow him in the car on the way back to his apartment after dinner, or he’d come and pick her up after a shift at the diner only for them to end up making out in by the back door, and his hand always ended up in her panties. It was an interesting month of getting to know each other, but she wanted more now.

Her dad is going out of town on a fishing trip with his buddies this weekend, she’s booked time off and Chip has no idea what is in store for him. She plans a dinner, she gets all dressed up for him, there are candles and music and it’s perfect.

He’s amazed by the whole thing and she can really tell he’s been mostly alone for his whole life, he looks at a simple home-cooked meal like it was a million dollars and he was beyond grateful for everything. He almost cries he’s so thankful for the time and effort she puts into taking care of him.

He goes to pick up the plates and bring them to the kitchen as soon as their meal is over, “ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Cleaning up for you?” Chip answers with a nervous tone that she hasn’t heard before.

“Don’t you want dessert?”

“I can bring it out for you, stay there,” he offers and then frowns when she stands anyway.

“You’re looking at it,” she whispers as she enters his space.

She takes the dishes from his hands and places them on the counter before wrapping her arms around him, “my dad isn’t going to be home until Sunday night.”

“Oh,” he whispers back before his hands reach for her ass and he’s picking her up.

Her legs wrap around his waist and she grips his shoulders for dear life as he hurries them up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

He’s incredibly strong for such a skinny guy, although he was filling out the longer he knew her. He makes it up the stairs and through her door as she gets a head start at kissing his neck until he has her pressed against the door.

“What’s with you and doors?” She teases as he rests her back on her feet, she draws him in closer to her so their chests are pressed together and she can look up into those sweet honey brown eyes.

“I’m just impatient.”

“Too bad, baby,” she teases, “I’m making you take your time with me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a smirk, “I’m here to please you,” he whispered as he leaned in more.

Attaching his lips to her neck he kissed towards her ear, “to thank you,” he took a fistful of her hair and moved it out of the way before kissing down towards her shoulder. “To show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

She pushed him back enough to get Chip to stop kissing her neck, instead, pressing her lips against his. Kissing him deeply before running her tongue across Chip’s bottom lip as a request to make out with him.

Making out with Chip was something she did often, yet it felt like not enough every time. His plump lips and velvety soft tongue, soft touches and rough stubble rubbing against her chin and cheeks.

He smelled like oak after a storm, it was warm and electric and delicious. She dipped her face into the curve of Chip’s neck and took a whiff before attacking him with open-mouthed kisses.

He giggled, his hands her hips now, the pads of his fingers going up and his nails trailing back down over the fabric of her dress, the perfect motion to make the hair on her body stand up.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, separating from his neck so she had room to pull it off of him before reconnected their mouths. Kissing him deeply then pushing him onto the bed, watching Chip get comfortable before she crawled on top.

They wasted no time getting back into the groove of things, tongues clashing and hips grinding, soft moans in each other's mouths, hands roaming everywhere. She reached between them to undo his belt and the button of his jeans so his dick wasn’t rubbing against the zipper. Making out like that was some of the most fun she ever had, she could do it for hours on end.

She pulled back, kneeling above Chip, she grabbed his open belt and pulled it through all the loops and chucked it towards the floor. She massaged her hand over the bulge in his pants as she got closer to his crotch, watching as Chip threw his head back to moan.

She fiddled with the waistband, wanting to pull them down, Chip lifted his ass up ever so slightly for her to do so, she pulled his pants and boxers all the way off and threw them to the floor as well. Spreading Chip’s legs and taking him in her hand, finally. She dipped down ever so slightly and licked the tip and he let out a beautiful cry as his hips bucked. She loved his noises, she loved seeing what new ones she could make and he was more than willing to show her.

Chip gasped and reached out to grip her hair, she took that as an invitation to suck his dick, she wrapped her mouth around the tip, slipping her way down as far as she could go before bobbing back up. It was slow and sensual, she made sure to cover all of him; jerking what didn’t fit in her mouth, dipping down even further to kiss his balls and suck one into her mouth.

The people she’s been with before had never been reactive, they either gave her praise or roughly directed her deeper and deeper till she choked. Chip was different though, making soft noises that sounded like ‘yes’ and ‘god’, his little gasps and stutters of breath were the cutest things. It just encouraged her to do it more.

She pulled off, looking up at Chip who was just staring at her softly. If she knew anything about giving a blowjob she knew what her face probably looked like.. eyes blown out in passion and lips swollen bright red. It was a sight he loved to see, his hand slipped down to cup her cheek and then down to his chin where he used his thumb to brush her bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She crawled back up and sat on his hips, taking the hem of her dress in her hands and pulling it over her head. She was wearing a nice matching underwear set for him, nothing too fancy because she knew it would just end up on the floor anyway.

She leaned back down, attaching their mouths once again, he wrapped his arms around her back and slowly rolled them over safely. Now on top of her, looking up into Chip’s eyes was a blessing. He blinked a few times, making sure it was real and he wasn’t dreaming that the most beautiful girl in the world was looking at him like that.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked gently with pleading eyes that let her know he was desperate to touch her however she pleased.

“Make me yours, Chip.”

“I think you always have been,” he replied.

His beautiful sweaty curls drooping over his eyes, she smiled as she brushed them back. Petting his face softly as she looked at him, he was so beautiful. The light was bouncing off the wall just enough to illuminate him.

“How do you want to do it?” She whispered.

“Let’s just go where the rhythm takes us,” Chip’s voice dropped low as he did, pressing their chests together, close enough to kiss as he rubbed their noses together softly.

She kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in more. He squeezed his arms between her back and the mattress, wrapping himself around her. he decided to reach into her panties with his free hand.

He took a moment to admire her chest, she had caught him staring before. He constantly used them as a pillow, he wanted to touch them so badly, so she leaned forward and let him unhook her bra. Pulling it from her body and towards the floor.

She could sense his hesitation, taking both his hands off her sides and guiding them to her breasts. He whimpered as he felt them, she closed her eyes at the feeling. A small moan escaping her lips as he groped her. His big hands felt amazing, so strong and gentle, rough and yet soothing. Perfection against her skin.

She leaned back against the bed then, leaving him sitting up on her hips. Her boobs flattening out into a funny shape as she laid back, making her smirk in embarrassment. Only making Chip love them more, diving in and kissing the newly exposed skin.

He dragged his bottom lip over her skin between kisses. Leaving a trail of where he’s been already. She had a hand in his hair, holding it out of his face as she watched him.

Panting as she tried to grind up against him, the arousal in her core was overpowering. She needed to feel more, she wanted all of him. She was addicted to him already, hoping she’ll have forever with him.

She was too hot, feeling the sweat gather behind her knees as she tried to find more friction against him. She didn’t mind all the exploring he was doing, it was a wonderful appetizer, but she was nowhere close to being full.

He pulled back then to sit on his knees between her legs before Chip slowly slipped her underwear off. Raising her hips softly before resting her ass back in his lap and spreading her legs.

Fully on display for him, she played with her nipples slightly. Knowing how much he loved her boobs, watching her with a slack jaw as his hands ran up her legs.

He snapped back into the moment when she pushed her ass down against him, a whimper slipping past his lips as he placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bundle of nerves.

With his pointer finger, on the other hand, he traced around her entrance, not pushing in, just exploring the wetness as it dripped out. She tightened up on command, seeing his breath hitch as his finger almost slipped in.

“Please?” She begged, arching her back more so that he could finger her.

“Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, resting on her forearms as she leaned forward.

“If I lay back would you, um,” he couldn’t say the words. They felt too filthy leaving his mouth, pointing at his face instead.

She sat up then, pushing him back against the pillows and settling herself over his chest and gripping the headboard for support, Chip wrapped his arms around her hips and guided her forward more.

Her legs were already trembling in anticipation as she hovered over his face, feeling his breath right on her core, Without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she smacked her forehead against the blocked window behind her bed, hoping to god no one could see through the blinds.

He pushed one finger in as his tongue played with her clit. She couldn’t help rocking her hips against his face, helping him get deeper inside of her. He curled his finger, lightly fucking her with it as he sucked, licked, kissed her pussy.

She was a mess, shaking over top of him as she tried to keep her orgasm in. Not wanting to cum yet, wanting to feel all of him inside of her before she did that. So he added a second finger, making her cry out in pleasure against the window without even trying.

Her orgasm ripped through her as she fucked his face, holding his hair with one hand as the other steadied her on the headboard. She couldn’t believe how intense it was, almost knocking the wind out of her as she road it out on his tongue.

He smiled against her, kissing her clit once more before pulling out and helping her back towards his lap. She wasted no time hovering over his cock as it strained on his stomach.

“Do you want to?” She asked, trying to control her breathing but still looking like a panting mess as she anticipated him.

“I’ll always want you,” he assures her with the sweetest smile.

She wraps her arms around him and rolls them over once more, he adjusts between her legs and drags himself along her overstimulated clit, she shudders at the feeling and then laughs at her own reaction.

“Ready?” He whispered.

She nodded, feeling Chip push in, she reached for his hands where they rested on her hips and interlocked their fingers. He bottomed out and dropped to hover over her, bringing their interlocked hands over her head.

She reached up to kiss him, Chip pushing into the kiss and making her settle into the pillow once again. It honestly felt like a movie scene, a first time between two star-crossed lovers. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again, she gasped against his mouth.

Chip trusted more while she pushed her hips into it as well, an offbeat rhythm developed in pure ecstasy. She let go of Chip’s hands to snake them around his waist, to run her fingers over the soft and slightly chilled skin of his back. Feeling the bump of his spine as Chip ducked into the crook of her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone.

Chip changed the position of his thrust as he wrapped his arms under her, arching her back ever so slightly to reach the bundle of nerves that left her a quivering mess. Y/N, in response to the added pleasure, ran her sharp nails down Chip’s back and he groaned at the feeling, “do that again.” he requested.

“Like that?” She asked, dragging his nails down him once more.

“Yeah,” Chip moaned, dark and deep.

The feeling of pure bliss overtook her body with each thrust, warm chills ran through him with each brush of his thumb on her clit. Every kiss to her neck and squeeze around her waist made her feel like she was on fire.

The hairs on her arms stood up, goosebumps formed along his forearms. Chip kissed from her neck to her nipple and took the hard nib into his mouth causing her to moan like she never had before.

“Chip,” she panted, pulling Chip’s face back up to his.

His eyes were absolutely blown out in pleasure, those golden wonders he used to stare into were now replaced solely by the pupils. She ran her thumb across Chip’s cheek before reaching to the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss. Open mouths pressing together, hot air on each other's faces as they panted to the pleasure.

She was in heaven.

Her orgasm bubbled in her stomach, “are you close?” Chip whispered right beside her mouth, kissing her cheek lightly after.

She hummed, unable to speak with the mass amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Chip fucked into her a bit harder, a tiny bit faster, hitting her g-spot dead on each time to the point the nerves in her thighs were quaking uncontrollably.

She was so close, Chip used 3 fingers to quickly rub over her clit before she threw her head back with a shout. Cumming with her eyes pressed shut, pleasure coursed through her body stronger than she’s ever felt it before.

Nothing had ever made her cum that hard, ripping through her like her soul was leaving her body. She dug her nails deep into Chip’s skin holding him close to his body while he kept thrusting.

A high-pitched gasp left his lips, close to her ear as his hips sputtered into her’s one last time.

She still hadn’t opened her eyes, her breath rigid, she felt winded. Chip had stilled as he came inside of her and then collapsed into her, deadweight laying on her.

Chip mustered enough energy to prop himself upon his arm and look at her. Using his free hand he ran his thumb against her bottom lip once more to get her to open her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” she replied with a smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, smile growing, “that was amazing.”

“Better than you hoped?”

“I’ve thought of doing this for the last month, I knew it would be amazing but I never imagined it would be that good.” she complimented Chip, “I think I died when I came, no joke.”

He laughed, dropping himself back into the crook of her neck. He kissed her more, up to her ear and across her jaw to her lips. Soft small kissed followed by a long-drawn-out one. Chip pulled their lips apart with a smack.

“Let me clean us up,” he said.

At that moment she realized Chip was still in her, soft and all. He pulled out slowly it was always such a weird feeling to be empty again. He sat up and made his way off the bed, he went to her bathroom.

Coming back still naked, his dick bobbing between his legs, she loved the view. He had a thing of baby wipes with him, knowing exactly where she kept everything in her bathroom by now.

“I can do it,” she suggested, reaching for them.

Chip pulled them back away from her, “I want to.” he said softly.

Running the cold wipe over her soft skin, Chip looked mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she replied with a shy smile, “can you come back up here now?”

He tossed the wipes onto her night table and cuddled right back into her naked body, she held onto him tightly so he wouldn’t escape. She knew he wouldn’t, but she loved him so much she never wanted to let go.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same yet.”

“Are you kidding?” She laughed, pulling back so she could see his face as he looked up at her. “I think I’ve been in love with you since you walked in and said I was beautiful.”

He reaches for her cheeks and pulls her in for another kiss, “I’m going to love you forever.”

The words used to scare her, but now she looks at him and thinks they might be right for them.

“Forever it is, then.”

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Last night thing

Jason todd x reader

Summary: he stopped you from stealing a $25,000 watch but missed something else. Part 2 to Late night Thing.

Warning: kidnap, fighting, smut

As Jason pulled up his pants and contemplated his life choices of sleeping with a beautiful thief on a rooftop, he came to a conclusion. You stole his damn tie clip. He had said that he would break your hand if you tried to steal it and dammit, you had. Somehow it simultaneously made him mad and horny. How the fuck had you managed that?

Jason knew that he wouldn’t find you that night. So he went back to his safe house to lick his wounded pride and plan his next move. He needed to get that clip back. It was a gift from Alfred and he would literally kill for it. Though he seriously doubted that he’d need to do that. And Jason would never admit it but he didn’t want to kill you.

He planned to find you sometime during the next week. His tie clip was expensive but not extraordinarily expensive but you had to find someway to sell it without him finding it, which would take time. Jason just didn’t know that it would be the next day that he would find you.

He heard that Bane was throwing his weight around in the drug trade for some damn reason. Wasn’t his venom addition enough for one man? So Jason was snooping around, or investigating as the bats liked to say. He fully expected a boring night of listening in a warehouse for hours and learning very little but instead almost fell through the glass at the sight before him.

You were strapped to a chair with rope. The pretty dress you wore the night before was in tatters but you were covered. Your eyes were red and your nose had dried blood underneath it. You were shivering like a leaf.

“I’m not here to negotiate with you. I’m here for Cat Woman. You are her child and she will come or you will die,” Bane said casually. You gasped.

“She’s going to be mad. Why would she work with you after this?” You asked, braver than you felt. He turned and coldly looked at you before stalking over. His giant fingers wrapped around your throat and you thrashed in the chair.

Jason stood up and moved to jump into the fight despite the fact that he really didn’t want to fight the brute. But Bane let you go and you audibly gasped and sucked air through open lips. You trembled and heaved.

“If she does not care about you, I will move on to her next kitten,” he said and you gulped. You didn’t know if she would save you. Jason looked through the room for a strategy. 2 exits and the skylight he currently looked through. 3 goons that he could easily take out. Oh, and a 300 pound juiced up super soldier. That broke Batman’s back years ago. Fuck.

“Let me go and I’ll do anything you want,” you said and even Jason up high in the rafters could hear the waver in your voice. Bane turned and stared at you and your mind almost couldn’t comprehend the massive size of him. He was easily half a foot taller than Red Hood and almost 100 pounds heavily and Red Hood towered over you.

“What could I possible want from you,” he asked with an icy curiosity. He was watching you for a reaction. You wanted to shrink away but that would be a failure.

“Anything you could want. Information,” you suggested. “About Gotham.”

“I have my sources.”

“Uhhh,” you breathed. “Gems? Money?” He shook his head. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was a man, right? You could sell that maybe? “Me?” You breathed.

He laughed before looking you up and down. “I do not want you carnally, child,” he said. You almost sagged in relief and Jason’s hand released the gun he didn’t know he was holding. “No. We will wait for Cat Woman and if she doesn’t come in 2 days, you are dead.”

You hummed in fear. Bane sat crossed legged and closed his eyes. He threatened to kill you and then fucking meditated. You helplessly pulled at the ropes on your wrists.

Jason tried to piece together how you got there and how to get you out. He knew that he couldn’t exactly call Bruce. ‘Hey dad, do you want to fight the guy who broke your back over a thief he has tied up. Why? I don’t know! I just like fucking her on rooftops!’ Never saying that.

Nope. Instead he would attempt stealth. Against one of the best trained fighters in the world for a woman that robbed him. Yea, maybe Jason should have stayed 6 feet under because he’s a fucking idiot. He sighed before slowly moving towards them. Bane was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed in a meditation back to you.

You suddenly saw Jason out the corner of your eyes and your eyes widened before going back to normal. Bane didn’t seem to notice the slight change in your breathing. Jason snuck over to untie you. He slowly pulled the rope from around your wrists and you were almost completely untied when the end of the rope barely grazed the ground.

Bane snapped his head around as Jason drew his guns. You gasped as Bane launched himself towards Jason. You ripped your hand out of the rope as bullets flew. You scrambled to the floor but was quickly pulled up by the giant man. He clutched you by the shoulder and you whimpered in pain. Jason suddenly froze.

“This is far more interesting that I first thought. I looked for a cat and found a bat,” he laughed. You squirmed in pain. He sat you down but the hand stayed on your shoulder.

“She’s not important. Let her go,” Jason said. The metallic voice from his helmet sounded bored.

“If she is unimportant, she is better off dead,” he said roughly pulling you in his arms and one hand gently wrapped around your throat but didn’t tighten it. You grabbed at his fingers and sobbed pathetically. Your eyes were wide and terror was plain on your face.

“Let’s not. Put the lady down and we can talk,” Jason said and it was weird to see Red Hood negotiating. He was usually the muscle in the situation. It really showed you how fucked you really were.

“Okay I’m intrigued. I will hear your proposal,” he said sitting you down. You scampered behind Jason. Your whole body trembled.

“I know Gotham underground better than you ever will. Sorry but you’re scary as shit but not in a good way,” he said with a shrug. If you didn’t know any better, he seemed casual. “I can get you the venom you need. No cost for a while.”

“How long,” Bane asked. He was the kind so get all the facts before proceeding. He also had the weakness of being completely addicted to venom.

“A months worth.”

“6 months.”

“3 months.”

“Deal. If you break this deal I will crush her windpipe with my hand,” he said with no emotion. It was a promise, not a threat. Jason felt you move closer to him.

“Deal,” Jason agreed. Bane moved closer and you clung to Jason. You were clinging to Red Hood. How pathetic. Jason stood taller and stared at Bane. They shook hands.

Suddenly Bane slapped Jason violently across the face and you yelped. Jason went to the ground but quickly got up to a defensive crouch. You jumped in front of him with your heart beating so fast you would soon faint.

“For invading my space and my business,” Bane said before walking away. “Leave.” He didn’t turn to watch.

You noticed a little crack in the Red Hood helmet. How hard did Bane hit him? Jason stood up and pulled you out of the warehouse with him. He quickly grabbed you and shot his grappling hook out of the area. About half a mile away, he landed on a building. You clung to him and trembled.

“Hey, you’re safe,” he said. “You can let go.”

You pulled off but shivered like a leaf.

“Shit, you’re cold. Here. Here,” he wrapped his jacket around you and it helped your temperature but not your shivering. “Come here,” he pulled you in his arms and you clung. His heartbeat felt reassuring and he awkwardly patted your hair. You could tell Jason wasn’t used to providing comfort.

“He- he,” you started but stopped. “Can we go somewhere safe?”

“Come on downstairs. This is my place,” he said and you nodded. You followed him inside and it was far warmer but you couldn’t stop the shaking. His jacket was replaced by a blanket and Jason sat you on the couch. The helmet came off but domino stayed on. You practically climbed on his lap to be closer. Your eyes were still wide with horror.

You’d been arrested, harassed, even shot at. But never kidnapped like that. And by the giant Bane at that. Jason could feel the fear and adrenaline coming off of you. He rubbed your back softly. You looked up at him suddenly after a few minutes.

“You saved my life. You put yours in danger to save mine,” you breathed. He shrugged, a little uncomfortable under your gaze. “Thank you,” you added.

“Uh you’re welcome. It’s no biggie.”

“Yes it is,” you said before kissing him. Your pace was dizzying and rough. Jason was in shock at first. Your hands roamed his body before dropped down to his belt and he almost jolted up.

“Not today,” he said, stopping your hand. “I mean, normally I’d love to but not now. Give it a few days.”

“Why?” You said with your voice all breathy. Your lips were swollen and eyes dark and he almost gave in.

“You were just kidnapped. You need sleep. Not sex,” he said sliding away from you. “Are you hungry?”

“Wh- you don’t think I could want you?”

“I’m not in the mood. Almost getting killed by Bane really kills the urge,” he lied. If he thought you were in your right mind, he would have fucked you on the rooftop or against the first surface he found. You jumped in front of Bane for him. He found it all incredibly hot. “You need a shower anyways.”

It was cold and cruel but better than sleeping with a traumatized woman. You shook and nodded before using his shower. Jason felt twinges of guilt but ignored them. He knew it was better this way.

You came in nothing but his t shirt that hung like a dress. “Nothing else fit,” you said awkwardly. He could see the scars that covered your legs and bruises around your throat.

“We can lay in bed,” Jason said just as awkwardly. He might know what to do with a woman who wants to fuck him but not just one sleeping over. “For sleeping.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t try anything,” you said with a little smile and he smiled back. You both laid in the bed and it wasn’t long until you pressed your back against his chest and pulled his arms around you. He was strong and safe. You managed to sleep all night with the anticipated nightmares. They had time later to come up. When you weren’t cradled in his arms.

The next morning you woke up warm. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. His hand held your waist loosely and you could seriously just stay in this moment. But as soon as you moved, you almost giggled like a teenager. He was hard and pressed against your ass.

“Ignore that,” he mumbled.

“Okay... how?” You said after a few seconds. “Because it’s pretty unforgettable for the man I like to sleep with to have his hard dick pressed against my ass. Have to say.”

“We only did it once in a rooftop. Was it that unforgettable?” He said and you could hear the smirk he wore.

“It was alright,” you said playfully but you couldn’t help but press back into him. Jason grabbed your hip to stop you.

“Trying to get me horny?”

“I think you already are.”

“That’s true,” he said before grinding against your ass. You pushed back to do your own rubbing. “And you’re not even wearing any panties,” he said bunching up the fabric of his shirt you wore. He slapped your ass soundly and you gasped.

“What was that for?”

“My tie clip. I hope you still have it,” he said before slapping your ass again. You reached behind you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.

“I’ll get it back to you,” you said. His pants were pushed down. Jason hummed and rubbed his dick between your thighs. You sighed at the sensation and arched your back so he was sliding between your folds instead.

“You’d better,” he growled but it had no true heat. Not when he was so close to finally fucking you and had his lips leaving little marks on your shoulder and neck. You tried to press back onto him but he stopped your hips.

“Do you deserve it,” he asked running a finger along your hip, every once in a while dipping between your thighs to barely touch your clit. You jumped and grabbed at his wrist to hold him there but he just chuckled and moved away from where you needed him. His thrusting between your folds felt amazing but not enough and he was purposefully avoiding sliding in your hole. Jason quite liked the way your body panted and curved in desperation.

Finally feeling that you had been tortured enough, and he wanted in your wet heat, he pressed his hips forward and filled you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against him.

“Yes,” you breathed. Jason took his time slowly thrusting, letting you fill his full length. His free hand moved from pinching your nipple to circling your clit. You were practically clenching him from the start and he loved it. You were so receptive.

It didn’t take long for him to find a pattern that just got you a little more vocal and focused on that. “God, you’re fucking wet,” he breathed in your ear and you whimpered. You seemed to like what he had to say.

“Taking me so well. Acting like such a good girl,” he said and you breathed out a “Hood” in response. Oh yeah, you didn’t even know the name of the man that you let fuck you. You trusted him enough to sleep in his bed and you’d never even seen his eyes.

His finger circling your clit and cock angled to drag along your g spot had you seeing stars as you came around him. Jason grunted and held your hips tight before quickly pulling out to cum on your ass. He looked as the pretty white beads covered your skin. He wasn’t forgetting that image any time soon. He reached for a towel to clean you up.

Afterwards you turned in his arms and kissed him soundly before lying your head on his chest. You reached up to play with his hair with a little smile on your face. Jason could get used to this. As soon as he thought it, he had the urge to jump up and kick you out. He didn’t do permanent. You were just having fun.

“I need a shower,” he said roughly, getting up. Jason couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on your face that you quickly hid.

“I should get going before my walk of shame gets any later,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Borough anything you need,” he said before disappearing into his bathroom. While in the shower he had time to think. Yeah, I’m totally not broken to be cool with fucking a woman but not being able to hold her. Not a sign of being fucked up at all, Jason thought. Probably got that from Bruce. Though my real dad probably did it too.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and immediately saw a note on the bed.

Had fun, Hood. We should do it again sometimes, (your number)

💕 Kitten

His tie clip was set underneath it. Jason smiled. Okay, this could be fun. He was young and sowing wild oats or whatever, right?

There was no way this could go wrong, right?

#friday night smut #jason todd x reader #Jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut #batboy x reader #Jason todd x thief!reader #red hood x kitten

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jasonkolcheklover · 2 years

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Enchanted (Jason Kolchek X Reader)

Hey guys! In this story it has a hint of Insecure reader! I think all of you are beautiful :3 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Y/N smiled as she saw Nick and Jason talking. She had joined Camp Slayer just a few weeks ago but she couldn’t help falling in love with the southern soldier in front of her.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Y/N looked down as stared at her computer pondering if Jason even liked her too. Y/N began to type a status report as she felt her heart begin to drop, of course Jason wouldn’t be into her. Joey asked,” Y/N are you okay?” Y/N forced a smile and replied,” Yeah I just got homesick is all.” She wasn’t fully lying, she did miss her family and friends but she couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken and insecure whenever she thought of Jason. Y/N wished she was more confident to admit her feelings for him.

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

Y/N had built a wall to protect her heart from heartbreak but little did she know that it just made her a bit emotionless, Y/N had a few moments of worry for the people who worked alongside her but they always got quickly pushed down before anyone noticed. Joey and Merwin always noticed who Y/N really was, a kind and sweet person who just doesn’t want to be hurt again. Merwin always noticed that Y/N’s face flustered around Jason if he was around Y/N turned from an unemotional soldier to a stuttering mess, everyone noticed her feelings for the man except him. Y/N looked up to see Jason laughing and she began to smile again as she stared at him as if he was the only person in the room.

All I can say it was enchanting to meet you

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Y/N remembered when they met as if it was yesterday, she had just landed her gray and white seaplane. Y/N hopped out grabbing her duffle bag shuffling towards the door, Y/N could already hear Rachel giving her hell about being late. As Y/N was distracted in her thoughts Jason was distracted in his own thoughts. Y/N felt herself bump into someone, she fell on her back as she heard the man question,” I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention are you alright?” Y/N looked up to see a fellow soldier in a gray 9/11 hat, a green camo vest with a tan backpack, and he wore a denim blue colored shirt with light tan pants. Y/N could only think,” Holy shit he’s hot.”

Your eyes whispered,” Have we met?”

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

Y/N mumbled,” I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn't paying attention.” the man laughed,” I guess we both were in our own words. I’m Lieutenant Jason Kolchek.” Y/N stared at him before shooting up, stuttering,” I’m Y/-Y/N L/N.” Jason chuckled,” Nice to meet you Y/N I best be going. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Jason strutted off as Y/N watched him walk away. Y/N felt her heart to race and the air in her lungs escape, she fell for the man.. Hard.

The next few weeks Jason would tease Y/N and even call her ‘His Little Mouse’ due to how much she’d squeak around him. Y/N couldn’t help it. She never felt this way before until she met him, Y/N would watch him walk towards her and his dark eyes pulling her in as if they were sirens. Y/N would always talk strategy with Jason and their lives before joining the military, she watched his eyes shift as he told a lie about himself ‘I joined because my family joined.’ She knew deep down that wasn’t the reason but she didn’t want to pry it out of him. If Jason didn’t want to talk about his motives that’s perfectly fine with her.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Merwin would try to help cheer Y/N up by making flirty playful jokes, which did help from time to time. However, it would not work most of the time. She was trying to work up the confidence to go up to the man and just confess her feelings. There were times where she truly did try but, when he turned and gave his enchanting smile she felt like playdoh and her brain became mush. Hell Merwin would be the one she would pretend to be Jason and confess her feelings to, which made him tease her 24/7.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

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When it was night time, she would sneak away and take long strolls near the base. It helped her process everything and think about her life choices “What if I’m making a big mistake not telling him?”, she pondered while looking at the night sky. The stars sparkled as she smiled weakly, she felt her face heat up as she remembered Jason’s nickname for her ‘little mouse’. Y/N scolded herself as she ran her hands in her hair “Why is Jason making me feel this way? He is just a guy!”, she mentally screamed as she sighed softly,” Who the hell am I kidding he isn’t just ‘some guy.’ he’s Jason.. The sweetest, kindest, most attractive guy I’ve ever met.” As she began to walk home she ever wondered if he knew Y/N loved him. I mean it was too painfully obvious to everyone.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder ‘til I’m wide awake

And now I’m pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I’d open up and you would say, “Hey,

It was enchanting to meet you,

All I know is I was enchanting to meet you.”

Y/N groaned as she rubbed her tired eyes, she stayed up all night with her thoughts painfully running a marathon. Merwin teased,” Damn Y/N imagine too many scenarios again?” Y/N groaned,” Shut up Merwin.” Merwin laughed,” Oh come on Doll that was funny.” Y/N placed her hands over her face as she continued groaning in agony. Merwin sighed,” Y/N just tell him already that you like him.” Y/N frowned,” I can’t Merwin, he doesn't like me back.” Merwin coughed,” You don’t know that for sure.. I bet he does and you're just being a bitch about it!” Y/N snapped,” Look Merwin I can’t help that I turn into a complete other fucking person around him! I wished he walked into this damn office and told me that he loved me just as I loved him! But no!”

Merwin looked at his friend in pity as she sighed and face planted onto her desk, he was never the one to talk about emotions. Merwin knelt down beside her and stated,” Y/N Jason would be the luckiest guy to date someone like you. Trust me, now come on, I think Eric’s coming in soon.” Y/N joked,” Oh shit Rachel’s ex is coming’ in? That’s bad luck.” Merwin laughed as they both stood up,” You got jokes today Y/N now come on let’s go!”

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Y/N sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was prepared to tell Jason how she felt all of her memories of planning, imagining, conversations with him, and wondering began to fade away. Y/N was ready to tell him that she had loved him ever since they first met, nothing could ever change her telling him. Y/N strutted up as she felt her confidence build up, Joey smiled widely as his friend headed outside to meet Jason.

Y/N had a smile as the back of her mind told her,” Go Tell him before it’s too late!” she hadn’t felt this much confidence in years and to be honest, it was empowering. Y/N heard a girl giggle as she heard Jason chuckle.

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This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Y/N looked up to see Eric, Jason, Merwin, and a woman chatting and having a good time. Y/N felt her heart sank as she stood by Jason and Eric, Merwin looked at the corner of his eye to see Y/N looking devastated. Merwin placed his weights on the stand, Y/N continued to stare at the woman. She had a brown hat on, dark hair, dark eyes, a black choker, and a black vest. “She looks beautiful.. She’s Jason’s type.”, Y/N thought as she felt tears start to spring from her eyes. Merwin quickly shot up to run over to his friend before she fled, Jason asked,” Corporal you alright?” Merwin stared at Jason as he ran over to where Y/N left. Eric questioned,” What happened?” Jason answered,” I don’t know sir.. Anyways Eric and Clarice follow me to the briefing room.”

Y/N sat against a wall as she sobbed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else…” her voice broke as she continued,” Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” Merwin dashed in to see Y/N on the floor sobbing as she had her hands in her hair, Merwin sighed,” Y/N..” Y/N screamed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else!” Merwin pulled Y/N in for a hug as Y/N cried in his chest,” Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

Jason saw Nick look at the end of the corridor as Nick’s face was remorseful. Jason asked,” Eric, Clarice meet Sergeant Kay.” Nick looked at Jason then exclaimed,” Nice to meet you. I need to check on Y/N if you’ll excuse me.” Jason opened his mouth before Nick bolted out of the room leaving the 3. Eric pondered,” Wait Y/N? She’s here?” Jason nodded as Clarice asked,” Who’s Y/N?” Jason chuckled,” The best person I’ve ever met.. I wonder what Nick meant..” Jason shook his head before leading Eric and Clarice into the briefing room.

Nick walked in to see Merwin hugging Y/N trying to comfort her as she continued to cry, Nick knelt down as he sighed,” Y/N I think you're reading too much into this..” Y/N coughed as she sniffled,” Maybe you're right..” Nick stood up holding his hand out to her, she gladly took it as he helped her up. Merwin asked,” do you need a minute to calm down?” Y/N nodded as the men left to let her freshen up. Nick, Merwin, and Y/N walked in to hear Clarice joke,” Do you think if his dance partner stepped on his foot, it’d be an instant “off with her head”?” Jason chuckled,” It wouldn’t surprise me.” Clarice flirted,” Maybe when we’re done, I’ll let you spin me around a little.” Jason playfully flirted back,” As long as you don’t step on my foot.” Clarice smirked,” You got yourself a deal.”

Merwin looked at Y/N as her face when from a resting bitch face to devastation, Nick grabbed her arm pleading with his eyes to stay. Jason looked at them from the corner of his eyes to see Y/N jerk away from him with tears running down her cheeks. Jason walked away from Clarice to the guys as Merwin looked at Nick then back to Y/N. Y/N stared at Jason as he stared at her, his eyes softened when he saw her eyes that used to shine brightly to now full of despair and heartbreak.

Y/N bolted away before Jason could ask what happened, Merwin growled,” What the fuck Jason?” Jason huffed,” What the hell? How is this my fault?” Jason felt his anger rise as Merwin got in his face yelling at him. Nick pulled them away from each other shouting,” Merwin! Jason! Stop it before you both say something you’ll regret!” Merwin spat completely ignoring Nick,” Yes this is your fucking fault! How could you literally be a goddamn idiot! Y/N is completely in love with you and you decide to flirt with Clarice!” Jason widened his eyes as he felt his heart race “She’s in love with me?”

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

Nick snapped,” Good going dipshit! Y/N was going to tell him before all this shit happened!” Jason growled,” Nick you knew? And you didn’t tell me!” Nick scoffed,” Everyone knew it man it was painfully obvious! She’s an entirely different person around you!” Jason sighed as he ran through his hands. Nick was right. Jason groaned,” I’m such an idiot!” Jason shuffled towards the hall trying to find Y/N. He never admitted it but he loved Y/N more than anything.. He felt like he was bothering her but nope it was love. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”, Jason thought while trying to find her.

He remembered all of the time he spent with her, Y/n’s adorable laugh, her funny sense of humor, The way she made anyone feel important just by doing a random thing, and she was beyond beautiful. Jason bit his lip hoping it wasn’t too late, he couldn’t lose Y/n especially due to him being so blind. Jason saw Y/N place her things into her plane as she sobbed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else Jason..”

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Jason ran over as he felt his heart sank he kept mummering under his breath as he bolted over to her. Jason shouted,” Y/N wait!” Y/N turned to see Jason panting due to lack of breathe as she asked,” What Jason?” Jason answered,” Don’t leave.” Y/N looked at him as if she was silently asking for a reason, he continued,” Y/N I can’t do this without you. I don’t even know how I went by without you. The moment I met you I instantly.. I.” Y/N walked over to Jason and stared into his dark brown eyes, she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jason snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss. Jason pulled away softly and smirked,” I was enchanted to meet you Y/N.” Y/N giggled,” And I was enchanted to meet you Jason.”

#jason kolchek x reader #house of ashes x reader #jason kolchek

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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When The Music's Not Forgotten PT. 1

Green Lantern!Reader x Lantern Family Story!

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes, Violence

Author's Note: I legit had a breakdown trying to think about what to label this fic as. Almost put 'Batsis' but then I realized it's not Batsis nor Lantern!Sis so I was like...uh...what do I do? We'll figure it out. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her first thought when she opened the front door to the Coast City apartment and saw her dad in a headlock by Kyle and Kyle in a headlock by Guy who was in one by John, who was in one by her dad, was: this is totally and completely normal.

The second thought: that nothing involving her father and uncles ever surprised her anymore, occurred to her as said father and said uncles stopped arguing with one another and cocked their heads up, looking at her, each of their faces exhibiting the epitome of “I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar” shock, in which she merely returned with a blank stare before closing the door behind her, marching into the kitchen with the grocery bags.

Of course, that also meant the second she did, they were stumbling in to explain what had brought them to the unfortunate moment of head-locking each other, but also to see what she’d bought and what she was going to cook for dinner. She paid them no mind, ducking under arms and between bodies as she maneuvered around them kitchen, putting things away.

Someone curled an arm around her neck, pressing their lips to her temple. “Hey Raptor.”

She smiled. “Hey dad.” Tossing a beer behind her, she added, “Uncle Guy. Uncle John. Kyle.”

Guy caught his beer, popping the tab, and Kyle looked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “How come everyone else is ‘uncle’ and I’m not?” he looked hurt. “Am I somehow different, (Y/N)?”

She paused and threw another beer behind her. “Kyle, were almost the same age. I’m not calling you my uncle because John and Guy are older than both of us.”

“Not that much,” he griped, popping his beer tab. “It still hurts my feelings.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and handed John the final beer. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I considered you to be my favorite cousin?”

Kyle smiled at her. “Yes, it would.”

She nodded then glanced at Hal. “Dad, tacos or burgers?”

“I dunno.” He said, glancing at the others. “You guys?”

“Burgers.”

“Tacos.”

“Burgers.”

She cocked a brow and looked at her father. “Seems like you’ll either make a tie or a win.”

“I have been thinking about good tacos, Raptor,” he replied, and she nodded.

“Tacos it is.” Guy and John groaned, and she shot them a glare. “Hey! Lock that shit up or I’m not cookin’.” Immediately they shut their mouths, listening to Kyle and Hal snicker. “Buncha children.” She griped, dumping the ground beef into a skillet to brown.

“So, (Y/N),” Guy drawled, leaning against the kitchen counter. And honestly, the entire kitchen was way too small for four grown men and a grown woman to be in at one time, but she’d gotten used to it, so why fix what wasn’t broke.

“So, Uncle Guy.” She repeated, shifting the meat around with the spatula.

“Why exactly did you start working at the Wayne Enterprises branch here?”

She could feel the eyes of her family on her back, and she couldn’t help but roll hers. “Maybe because Mister Wayne pays good salaries to his employees and his health insurance coverage is fantastic?” (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “But something tells me you’re asking for another answer.”

He grinned. “Which son of Wayne’s are you dating?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” She turned back to the pan. “I’m not dating any of his sons. Dick’s with Koriand’r, Jason’s a douche-bag, and their brothers are way too young.”

“Doesn’t he have a daughter?”

“Cass is dating a girl she goes to college with.” She took an onion from the basket against the kitchen wall atop the counter. “Keep digging though, Uncle Guy. You’ll hit rock bottom soon enough.”

“Does that mean you’re dating the big Bat?”

She almost cried from laughter as Hal choked on his beer and spluttered. “No. I’m not dating Mister Wayne. He’s old enough to be my dad.”

John chuckled. “I don’t know, (Y/N). When you first met Bruce at, what? Ten? You told him you were going to marry him.”

Her cheeks burned and she scowled at them. “I meant Batman because he was kind-hearted, and I was totally awestruck as a little girl. Let it go.” Her eyes fell on Hal. “Dad, tell ‘em to let it go.”

He nodded. “Please let it go.” Kyle started humming ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and while the others snickered, Hal screwed his eyes shut. “Oh God, stop. I don’t want to think about my precious baby anywhere near that anal retentive kitchen scale.”

The other snickered and before she could say anything, their rings started beeping. She looked at them as their faces turned solemn, setting their beers down as their suits flashed to life.

“Trouble on Oa,” John said.

“Gotta fly?” she asked, and Hal nodded, leaning over to kiss her temple.

“Gotta fly, Raptor.” He hugged her quickly and followed John and the others to the balcony. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” (Y/N) waved. “Be careful, Corpsmen.” They all waved at her and took off, leaving her in the apartment alone and she sighed, turning back to the kitchen. “Another dinner…alone.” She couldn’t help but deflate. “Wonderful.”

***

She continued cooking for almost an hour when the balcony doors opened and closed, and she smiled. “Hey guys. You’re back rather early.” When she didn’t hear a response, she immediately fell on guard and she took one of the kitchen knives from its holder, brandishing it.

Carefully, she walked into the dimly lit living room, eyes scanning the expanse for whoever was in the apartment with her. None of the floorboards were creaking, no rustling of fabric or scuffing of shoes. It was completely silent, and that made her nervous.

Stay calm. The worst thing you can do in a situation when you need to be calm is to be panicked. Slow breaths. Keep focused.

She repeated his words in her head and shifted around the hallway wall, eyes peeled for trouble.

Small steps when sweeping buildings. If an enemy rounds a corner and it comes to close combat, you’ll want to be able to hit them and taking big steps causes instability.

(Y/N) crept down the hall and came upon the bathroom just beside her father’s bedroom door. Quickly, she peeked in, seeing it empty, then cross the doorway, pausing beside her father’s door. She inhaled deeply, then turned her head around the corner, seeing it empty and dark. The only room left was hers.

She crossed to the other side of the wall and hurried down to her door, and with another sharp breath, she turned and looked in. Again, it was empty. Confusion bled through her as she returned to the living room, the hand holding the knife lowered beside her thigh.

“That’s strange.” She murmured. “I thought I—”

“Heard something?”

She gasped and spun around, bringing the knife up, but they caught it with ease, squeezing her wrist until she cried in pain and dropped it. (Y/N) heard the clattering in her ears as they grabbed her other hand and shoved her down into the couch.

She started thrashing wildly, about to scream when she heard, “I thought I told you not to turn your back on people.”

(Y/N) stilled and turned her head, catching that stupidly smart smirk. “You fucker.” She cursed at him, torn between laughing hysterically and cursing some more. “I can’t believe you turned this into a lesson.”

He shrugged. “Had to know if you were learning any better.” Smiling at her, he quipped, “Your sweeping is great. Detection skills? Not so much.”

“Let me up, Jason.” she commanded, rolling her eyes and he snorted, letting go of her arms. Immediately, she spun and cocked her elbow into his jaw, smiling as he grunted in pain and grabbed it.

“Damn,” he hissed. “You’ve got elbowing down to an art.”

She grinned. “I’ve had a good teacher.”

They stared on another down for a moment, then all at once, they were yanking at shirts and unbuckling belts, grabbing each other, and tugging closer to one another as their lips met in a searing kiss.

(Y/N) shoved at the jacket on his shoulders, moving her lips to his jaw and he groaned, taking his hands from her hips for just a moment to pull the article off. He shifted out of reach, and she glanced towards the kitchen.

“I turned the oven off,” Jason muttered, yanking his crimson shirt over his head. “Figured we’d be too busy to eat dinner.”

She giggled and shoved him off the couch, watching as he scrambled to his feet; she stood and started pulling off her own clothes, first her shirt, then her bra and Jason almost collapsed at her feet when she tugged her pants to her ankles.

“C’mon, Jay, don’t be shy.” (Y/N) cooed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled, and unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor as he back-stepped down the hallway. “Oh, you want a show, Miss Jordan?”

She smirked at him and stuck her thumbs in the sides of her thong. “I’d love a show, Mister Todd.”

“I might made you beg a little for it,” he shot back coolly, toeing off his combat boots and she hummed.

“I will if you will.” (Y/N) said, watching his hands unbutton the charcoal-colored utility pants he wore.

“My eyes are up here.” Jason quipped, though he didn’t seem to stop as he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, and he hit her doorway.

“True, but my attention is elsewhere.” She drew her eyes up his toned body, internally smirking as he seemed to shiver under her gaze, and she pushed her thong down her legs. (Y/N) stood before him and reached out, placing her hands flat on his chest. He was so hot underneath her palms and she slowly rubbed her hands up to the sides of his neck.

“(Y/N),” he murmured huskily, arms winding around her waist, and she smirked.

“Take me to bed, Jason.”

Immediately, he bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, digging his fingers in until she lifted and wrapped her arms around his waist. “With pleasure,” he purred.

***

By the time Hal and the other lanterns got back to the apartment, it was well into the morning, and he could tell that everyone just wanted to crash in exhaustion, too tired to even think about flying to their own homes.

He opened the balcony doors and let them inside. “Lemme get some blankets from the hall closet,” he muttered, voice as ragged as his body felt.

“Who the hell played strip poker in here?”

Hal looked up at Guy who was holding up a crimson t-shirt with a baffled expression. “What?”

Guy met his gaze then nodded down the hall. “Someone’s been tangoing.”

When he craned his neck to peek down the hallway, sure enough there was a trail of clothing leading down to her room. His eyes went wide, and he suddenly forgot about his exhaustion as he leaped over the couch and sprinted down the hall, the other Lanterns hot on his heels.

Hal skidded to a stop in her doorway and immediately screeched, “(Y/N) JORDAN WHO THE HELL IS IN YOUR BED?!”

The two young adults in the bed startled up, and she held the sheet to her chest as she gaped at her father. “Dad! You—you’re here!”

He gestured wildly. “OF COURSE, I’M HERE! I FUCKING LIVE HERE! WHO THE FUCK IS IN YOUR BED?!”

“Morning, Hal,” Jason greeted, with a mock salute. “How’s your day so far?”

“MY DAY?!” he bellowed, already starting for the young man, and John was quick to grab Hal around the waist. “LET GO! I’M GOING TO MURDER THIS SON OF A BAT FOR CORRUPTING MY DAUGHTER!”

“Excuse me,” Jason said, rather affronted, then pointed at her. “It’s (Y/N) who’s corrupted me.”

(Y/N) barely had time to hide her snort as she elbowed him in the side. “Shut the hell up.” She cleared her throat and looked at the men in her doorway. “Uh…can you close the door so I can get dressed?”

“CLOSE THE DOOR?! I’M GOING TO TAKE THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES! YOU ARE GROUNDED, (Y/N) JORDAN DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE—”

Guy and John dragged Hal off and Kyle shut the door but threw a thumbs up at Jason before he left.

***Part Two***

She tried to look anywhere but her father’s face as he continued to berate her and Jason. And honestly, he’d stopped making sense about thirty minutes ago and while she couldn’t look at her uncles for fear of bursting into laughter, Jason had no problems cracking a smirk at everything Hal was yelling about.

“—AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD A BOY IN THE HOUSE!” he paused, horror drawing across his face, then it immediately turned into anger. “THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME HE’S COME OVER IS IT?! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!”

Her face pinched and she inquired, “Which question do you want answered first? The one you asked when you first started yelling or the last one just now?”

“I am in no mood for games, (Y/N) Jordan. You brought a boy into the house without permission.”

“I am a man.” Jason interrupted.

She elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t realize I needed permission to bring my boyfriend into the house.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Hal screeched.

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m confused. Are you angry at me calling him my boyfriend? Do you want me to call him my fuckbuddy or something?”

“HEY!” both Jason and Hal in unison and her father glared at him. “SHUT UP!”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, dad…I’m twenty-one. Having a boyfriend is a completely normal thing. Having a consensual sexual relationship with someone is a normal thing.”

Hal spluttered for a moment then pointed at Jason. “NOT WITH HIM!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jason question, rather offendedly, then he held up a hand. “I mean, besides the obvious things that are wrong with me.”

“YOU’RE YOU! THE SON OF BATMAN!”

“I mean…” Jason drawled. “That’s technically debatable most days.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “You’re not exactly helping the case, Jay.”

“I’m not trying to.” He grinned at her. “I’m seeing if I can make your dad go red.”

She tutted at him. “Jason Todd trying to corrupt a Green Lantern into a Red Lantern. Shame.”

“QUIT DOING THAT!” Hal howled as they started snickering, seeming to get lost in their own little world. Suddenly, he was marching down the hallway and coming back with a cellphone.

They watched in confusion for a moment, then Jason’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“What?” (Y/N) worried.

“He’s calling B.”

“What.”

Hal put the phone to his ear and glowered at the two of them until the line clicked and he immediately yelled, “DO YOU KNOW YOUR DELINQUENT SON IS DATING MY DAUGHTER?...WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNOW?!...EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?!”

He hung up the phone and set it on the table, then proceeded to turn around and grab a pillow from the couch, bringing it to his face. Hal bellowed into the pillow and Jason nudged her. “How long is he gonna be like this?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Probably another minute or two. He’ll start up again in about an hour though.”

Jason hummed and stood from the table. “Well, I’d love to stay and get yelled at some more but if I’m being honest, I only need one father yelling at me and not two.”

“Where are you going?” she questioned.

“Roy and I have a mission in Costa Rica tomorrow evening.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’ll call you when I land.”

(Y/N) smiled and before he pulled away, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another searing kiss, one that erupted wolf-whistles from the other Lanterns around them—which also had Hal pulling his head up at the sound, immediately shouting again.

“Love you,” she murmured, and he winked.

“Love you more, doll.” He tossed a mock salute to Hal and the others before leaving and she sat back in her seat, readying herself for another round of bellowing.

***

Surprisingly, Hal had relaxed after a few hours. That being said, (Y/N) really had to work on him to do so but being an only child and her dad’s pride and joy played a big part—she knew the man could never stay mad at her. Of course, he’d immediately put rules into place over the whole relationship thing. No boys in the house without permission, no closing the door when a boy was over, no more Bat-sons in the Jordan apartment…he was overreacting, but it wasn’t anything new in (Y/N)’s opinion.

But he did ease up after a few months, mainly because as anti-social as Jason was most days, he was damn good at working people over when he wanted to. And in her boyfriend’s opinion, the easiest way to work her dad over was to tell him all the ways to screw with Bruce—which Hal took in like a sponge with water. As annoying as it was to see the two men so giddy over a plan, she was glad they were just getting along.

However, when Hal learned that (Y/N) was being trained by Jason, and on the rare occasions, Bruce, his meltdown the first night seemed like a walk in the park compared to the storm blowing in.

***

So…what are you wearing?

She snorted, crossing at the formula of the equation, rewriting a new one beside it. “Jason, I’m not having phone-sex with you.”

Hmm…I bet you’re wearing red panties.

“Cold.” (Y/N) retorted with a grin. “They’re blue actually. You know, like Nightwing’s suit?”

Why do you hate me?

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean, Jay.”

You’re evil, you know that? Like you portray innocence but in reality, you’re evil.

She snorted again when a tapping came at her bedroom window and she frowned, leaning over; Jason saw it from the camera.

Everything alright?

(Y/N)’s eyes drifted to his face then to the window and she stood. “Yeah, someone’s at the window.”

(Y/N). He warned and she leaned over, seeing Kyle floating there.

“It’s Kyle.”

What’s Kyle doing there? I thought he was on Oa.

She nodded, brows furrowing as she murmured, “I did too.” Opening the window, she greeted, “Hey, what’s up?”

Kyle seemed nervous. No, he seemed concerned. “I need you to come with me.”

“Is my dad okay?” she asked outright, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Hal’s good…but he needs to talk to you.” Kyle waved a hand over her phone, and it shut off. “It’s important.”

(Y/N) felt her heart thump in her chest at how serious her friend was, and she nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

She’d only ever been to the Watchtower once. And the only thing she remembered from the trip was getting lost in one of the hallways only to be found by Batman who merely picked her sobbing frame up and hummed to her until she fell asleep.

So really, it was like a first time visit all over again, and when she came face to face with not only the Justice League, well Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman, and her uncles, she wasn’t exactly excited. It felt like she’d been called to the principal’s office for expulsion.

Hal pointed to a seat, which she took, not wanting to open her mouth when she had no idea what was going on.

Wonder Woman, surprisingly, was the first to speak. “What is your daughter doing here, Hal?”

Her father merely looked at (Y/N) then to Bruce, questioning, “How long?” They stared one another down and she felt as lost as last year’s Easter eggs. “How long, Bruce?” Hal asked again.

Batman didn’t even blink. “A full year. When she started working at the branch in Coast City, I had Jason start it.”

“Motherfucker.” Hal cursed, chuckling humorlessly. “I do all I can to keep her out of this bullshit and you drag her into it.”

“(Y/N) wanted to train. She emailed me through a private channel about it.”

All eyes turned onto her and then she knew what was happening. “He’s…right, dad. I wanted to be trained to fight.”

Hal gaped at her. “Why? You’re going to school? You’re working? Why do you want to train?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly. “To be like you guys. You know, useful?” she stood from the table. “Look, I know you’re worried, but even Batman’s noted major improvements. He says I’m almost ready to start patrolling on my own.” She looked to him for help.

“She’s smart, Hal. And I’m not saying that to float the Jordan ego. Jason’s not one to give commendation where it shouldn’t be.” Batman nodded at her. “(Y/N)’s not my kids, but she’s right behind them on how good she is.”

Hal’s brown eyes turned onto him in a fierce glare. “Yeah, well, unlike you, I don’t make a habit out of putting my kid in danger. I know you have a thing for going through sons.”

“HEY!” (Y/N) shouted, getting his attention as she stood to her feet. “I’m old enough to make this decision for myself and if Batman says I’m good enough to do this, I’m gonna do it.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Hal rejected. “End of discussion.”

“No.”

His eyes went wide first with shock, then with the audacity of her language. “Excuse me?”

(Y/N) momentarily wanted to cave, but she held strong and tightened her jaw. “I said no.” she declared. “I’m gonna do this.”

Hal rounded the table, stomping up to her. “No, you’re not.”

“What’re you gonna do, dad? Lock me in the house for the rest of my life?” she suggested. “I have rights you know.”

“Not to do shit like this. I don’t want you being a hero.”

(Y/N) gazed at him, and suddenly, everyone felt the mood shift as she murmured, “It’s because I’m not a Lantern, isn’t it, dad?”

Hal’s jaw went slack. “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She shot back coolly, then tipped her head to the other league members. “See, they get to brag about their kids. Superboy, the Robins, the Wonder-Girls...everyone on this team has a trainee but you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “And you hate that I’m not like you, don’t you? That I can’t seem to figure out what it takes to wear that ring.”

She glanced at her uncles who were gaping at her. “See, you look at them like they’re the greatest people in the universe. And then when you look at me? It’s easy to see the devotion shift. Deep down it makes you disappointed that I’m not a Green Lantern.”

“You are absolutely out of line.” He growled.

“Am I, dad?” (Y/N) challenged. “Everyone here gets to brag about their superhero trainees but when it comes you, what can you say? ‘My daughter isn’t a Green Lantern like me, sorry!’?” she looked at him. “I’m not a Green Lantern, but I am something else. I can be something else. Let me prove it to you.”

Hal gazed at her for along moment. “…No.”

(Y/N) snapped. “Why the fuck not! What is it about me that just makes you so antagonistic at the idea of me being something like you!”

“Watch your language, young lady. I’m still your father.” He demanded.

“Oh please, as far as I’m concerned, you were just a failed pilot on leave who fucked my mom and got her pregnant.”

It happened before anyone realized it. The sharpest crack any of them had ever heard in their lives and (Y/N) turned her face back to him, a hand coming up to press against her stinging cheek. And Hal? Hal was staring at his hand as if it didn’t belong to him.

She wasn’t mad. Shocked, sure, but not mad. If anything, it’d proved her point and she merely regarded him with an assured gaze. “Bogey down, huh dad?” she remarked, and his eyes shot to hers.

Hal’s mouth opened but nothing would come out except, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Yeah, you did,” she whispered, taking a step back from him when he reached for her.

His face crumpled and he brokenly called, “(Y/N), wait!”

But she was already running for the door, Batman on her heels.

***

“Do you want me to call Jason?” he asked quietly, watching her open the balcony doors.

Her hands stilled for a moment, then she resumed twisting the key. “No…and don’t tell him this happened either.”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) looked back at him. “Because you and I both know that Jason would beat my dad senseless.”

“…Do you want to come back to Gotham for a while?”

She opened the doors and sighed. “I don’t know, Batman.” Glancing back, she added, “I don’t really know what I want right now.”

“Do you want to be away from Hal?” he questioned seriously, and she looked at her feet.

“I know what you’re thinking. But he’s not abusive.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up. “My dad’s never laid his hands on me before now.”

“He ever physically discipline you?”

“Swatting your eight-year-old kid’s butt in the middle of a store when they’re having a meltdown over not buying an expensive toy is a lot different from beating them bloody and bruised with a beer bottle or a belt.’ (Y/N)’s eyes darkened, but not at her father’s face in her head, but at Batman. “My dad’s a lot of things. A jackass, a skirt chaser, a self-righteous arrogant prick…but he is not an abuser.”

Batman placed a hand on her shoulder. “He hit you.”

“Yeah? And? I insulted him and my mom straight to his face. Sure, slapping me wasn’t the answer, but I understand the reaction. Does is make is right? No. But neither is what I said. We both fucked up.” She shrugged his hand off. “We’ll talk about it and move on.”

“Because it’s what Jordan’s do?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh but it was anything but mirthful. “Yeah. It’s what Jordan’s do.” She stepped inside and looked back at him. “Thanks for bringing me home, Batman. I appreciate it.”

He nodded, pulling out his grapple. “Call me if you need anything.” Batman gazed at her. “And think about calling Jason.”

“…I will.”

Batman gazed at her a moment longer then fired the grapple, taking off into the night sky towards the Batplane, then she was watching as it disappeared faster than it came.

With a heavy sigh, she turned and put her hands on the back of the loveseat, shutting her eyes as she thought about the events of the night. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel. Angry? Hurt? Responsible? It had to be all the above, especially when she pictured his face in her head after it happened. Shocked, ashamed, horrified, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

(Y/N) didn’t want to think about it, and when she heard a ring flashing in her ears, she turned. “Guys, I don’t wanna talk about—” she fell into a deep silence when she saw the man before her, the yellow suit glowing vividly against the dark sky.

“Hello (Y/N) Jordan. I am Sinestro.”

***Part Three***

Hal had taken her flying more times than she could’ve counted—perks of being a pilots daughter, and while she had faith in aircraft and Green Lantern constructs, she wasn’t sure how to feel about Yellow Lanterns and their tendency to drop people.

Coast City looked so small below her, and she swallowed thickly, trying greatly to keep her fear under control, keeping her eyes on the moon. She knew if Sinestro dropped her at this height, she’d die. There were no chances of survival at all—she’d hit the ground and pancake with the best of ‘em.

“I am rather surprised that you accepted my invitation so easily,” he remarked, not looking at her as they rose through the night sky.

“Yeah, well…I’ve heard enough stories about you to know that you’ll kill me if you want to.” Her eyes followed his frame. “I’d like to extend my life as long as possible.”

“A wise decision, (Y/N).” He noted rather humorously, finally taking the time to look back at her. “I’ve watched you for some time now.”

Ignoring the implications and total creepiness of the statement, she instead asked, “How long?”

“Long enough to see the potential you have in greater things.” Sinestro replied and reached a hand out, a horde of golden glowing constructs appearing before her eyes. Her training with Batman, with Jason, even with Hal and the others—most importantly, the fight just before. “It hurts that he doesn’t trust you to be like him, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t respond, merely watching the moment of his hand coming back across her face over and over again as the feelings welled in her chest.

“You try so hard to be of use to Hal. To be a Green Lantern like him, but nothing you do makes him proud.” He gazed at her with something akin to pity, but it felt like a manipulation. “I understand your fear of failure…of shame.” Holding out his hand, he made her own raise beside her body and a yellow ring floated from his palm. “I can feel the anger inside you. Your fear fights to quell it.” Sinestro smiled. “I almost want to call Atrocitus and have him recruit you into the Red Corps.”

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the ring, and she clenched her hand into a fist to keep it from sliding onto her finger. “I—I can’t be a Yellow Lantern.”

“Why not?”

“Why n—because you’re the enemy of the Green Lanterns!” she shouted. “I’d be betraying my father and my friends and my family!”

He gave her a knowing look. “The same family that looked upon you with shame every time you tried to wield the green power ring, but couldn’t?”

She felt like she’d been shot, and her jaw dropped. “I…”

Sinestro nodded. “I understand. But you don’t, (Y/N). Willpower must be had since birth. Fear however—” he reached out, uncurling her fingers. “Can be taught. And you have potential to be trained with terror.” He met her gaze. “You can’t be a Green Lantern like Hal wants…but you can become something he has to recognize. Something powerful. Something fearsome.”

(Y/N) stared at him, and this time, she didn’t fight as the ring slipped onto her finger. (Y/N) Jordan of Earth. You possess the ability to instill great fear. Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

The world started swirling around her, golden flashes of light bound her body and she screamed in terror as her nightmares came alive before her. The chains coiled, almost like snakes creeping up her body, tighter and tighter around her throat and up around her skull. The last thing she saw through her fearful gaze was Sinestro laughing darkly and the world before her went dark and she was subjected to her minds torment, brought upon by the forged ring.

For a moment, the world was calm, then the chains fell away, and (Y/N) stood before Sinestro, clothed in an exo-suit, similar to her father’s, but instead of the bright, awe-inspiring green, it was a golden, fear-inducing yellow.

And when she opened her eyes, they narrowed onto Sinestro, and all she said was, “I’m ready to receive my orders.”

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nocturnalchaos · 11 months

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This is the official start of the Raven pregnancy fanfic. I’m still working on a title but here it is!

Summary: Life was finally at a good place for Raven. She and her longtime boyfriend, Jason Todd aka Red Hood, had created a comfortable routine and were both happy with their relationship. However, Raven has unexpectedly become pregnant and it feels like the world has decided to empty a dump truck of problems onto her head.

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(Author’s Note: This fanfic draws a lot of inspiration from BluBooThalassophile’s Hopes For A Bastard Universe, Xaphrin, and other JayRae fanfics. In this fanfic, I have altered a lot of Jason’s storyline after the “Under The Red Hood” story arc. Also, Trigon’s sealed state does not allow for him to initiate contact with Raven or anyone outside of his gem prison. And, finally, in this fanfic Raven is a bit more expressive in this story. This is because she is no longer a teenager who is still getting a handle on her abilities and emotions or affected by teenage hormones plus Trigon has been sealed for about a decade now.)

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Prologue

John Constantine had never needed a cigarette so badly in his life.

And alcohol.

He needed a cigarette for the stress and enough alcohol to make him forget all of this shite.

He would have gotten that cigarette by now if he wasn’t afraid of a certain Arsehole with a gun shooting the hand holding the desired cigarette. The last one he tried to smoke near her had ruthlessly been shot out of his mouth. His only consolation was that the Arsehole was forced to quit smoking cold turkey out of necessity.

John looked down at the very pregnant 27 year old woman at his feet. Her panting could be heard over the chaos outside the pocket of calm readiness that enveloped the magic circle. The magic circle beneath their feet gave off a red glow. Giving everything an eerie vibe as they were partially lit from below. John prayed that this magic circle would do its job and provide enough protection from the shit show outside.

Bracelets of a matte black metal encircled the woman’s wrists. Hairline cracks had started to appear in the metal when her first contraction had occurred. With each subsequent contraction the cracks had grown, and occasionally, gave off the odd black spark. Both the magic circle and metal bracelets encircle her wrists working together to protect everyone. Especially the bracelets, they will hopefully prevent her from leveling… everything.

“Hey! Magic Dude, you really can’t you do anything about the pain?!” His red helmet didn’t block his words from being heard. This fact continually annoyed John whenever he looked at the blighter in his getup.

Through gritted teeth she spoke.

“Jason, honey. We already discussed this and it’s not going to happen. So, fucking DROP IT!” After the words left her lips, she tried doing another round of controlled breathing.

Sighing. The helmeted man resigned himself to this decision and muttered a growled, “Fine.”

The woman nodded at his resignation and continued her controlled breathing. After experiencing another contraction with its accompanying yell, her face became very firm.

“John!” Determination filling her usually emotionlessness voice.

“What!” He snapped the word at her as he stood next to her supine body. On the opposite side of her body, the Arsehole stood guarding her with a gun in each hand. The Arsehole cocked a gun and tilted his head at John in a not so subtle warning before going back to his vigilant readiness.

In a voice as hard as stone, Raven said, “You’re going to have to deliver the baby!”

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Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog and if there are any grammatical errors or constructive criticisms. I’m working on chapter 1 right now. I will post it when I finish it. Your comments and likes are appreciated and what motivate me to continue posting and writing. Also, this is my first fanfic.

P.S. I have been continuously been making small edits to these chapters as I spot them so please keep that in mind when you read the typos and changes in the reblogs.

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Best of Friends 7

Peter Parker X reader, Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason and his family finally go back to Gotham, but will Peters and Y/n's relationship recover or become worse?

It's been a week since the Waynes have left New York. Ever since then you have been lonely.

You got used to being followed everywhere by Jason and his brothers, and you missed their constant brotherly bickering. But most of all, you missed your best friend, Peter Parker.

Ever since that night at the carnival, your relationship has never been the same. Every time you saw each other within the week Jason was here, Peter either gave you the cold shoulder or was cold to you, only speaking to you when necessary. It was infuriating.

Especially because you did nothing wrong. You cannot for the life of you recall a moment where you did anything to warrant this behavior from Peter. And it makes you sad. Peter was you best friend. Hell he was you're only friend for a while. You even thought the two of you would become more than friends. But apparently not.

So there you were, sitting in your room mourning the friendship you think you lost.

Your pain was so obvious that the whole team saw it. And they were worried about you.

"Maybe I should go talk to her.." Tony said, hearing you cry for the third time that day.

"Yeah, and we'll find that Parker kid." Natasha said with Bucky and Wanda flanking her sides. All three exuding a cold aura.

The rest of the team shuddered at the sight. Knowing that Peter might not come to the tower unscathed, Tony shook his head

"No, the kids a good intern. Cap do you mind...?"

"I'm on it. Come on, Buck."

Steve was your self-declared god father. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Maruchan Candidate stays here." Tony says exasperdley, " You just got pardoned for murder, remember?"

Bucky huffed and plopped down on the couch. Sending a glare to Tony that had him rushing to the stairs.

"Ok..I'm gonna go talk to Y/n now.."

Once up the stairs he lets out a sigh of relief, "I cannot believe I let him live here."

He heads to your room, heart hurting as he hears your sniffles and cries increase. But then he hears a male voice in your room.

"Aw come on Printsessa, don't cry!"

Pietro.

Tony prayed this day would never come.

"I just don't understand, I didn't do anything..." You cry, voice breaking.

"Oh of course you didn't. You were the perfect friend." Pietro coos, " Come now, it pains me to see such a pretty girl cry"

Okay that was the last straw.

Tony rushed to the room and knocked on the door before marching in.

"Y/n! I came to see how you're feeling." Tony says loudly. He pauses to get a good look at the scene in front of him.

Pietro sat next to his weeping daughter, stroking her hair as she buries her face into a pillow. Pietro senses Tony's unease and stands, patting you on the head, ' I'll go get you some more tissue okay?"

And with that he zooms off. Tony rolls his eyes and takes his spot next to you.

"How are you feeling Kiddo?" He asks softly.

You sniffle, and look up from your pillow, " Daddy I don't know why he won't talk to me."

Tony frowns, knowing you only call him "daddy" when you're truly upset.

"Oh kid, Peter's probably going through something...it has nothing to do with you.."

"That's not true! He only refuses to talk to me. Ever since he asked out Liz, he hates me!" You cried, throwing yourself into your fathers arms.

He hugs you back, placing his chin on your head. Letting you cry into his shirt.

He sighs, wondering how he got caught up in this teen drama.

"Maybe you both should just talk it out." Tony suggests

"How am I supposed to talk it out if he won't talk to me!" You shout, ripping yourself from his arms and back into the comfort of your blankets. Tony panics, he really wasn't used to the drama.

"Sir, Peter Parker is in the common room."

Friday reports, comically sounding annoyed at the boys presence.

You look at your father in betrayal, "You brought him here!"

"Y/n..come on let's go talk-" "No!" you cried, " Why should I be the one to make with him? He's the one with the problem!"

"Kid.."

"NO just leave me alone." You say sadly, turning your back on the man.

Tony sighs again, really not used to this drama. He makes his way down the hallway, and into the common room. There he saw Peter, sitting petrified on the couch as the rest of the Avengers glared at him from around the room.

"Hi Spiderman." Tony says in a sarcastic voice.

"M-Mr. Stark." Peter says quickly standing up, "S-sir, I-"

Tony holds up a hand, cutting the boy off. Then he turns to Pietro and Wanda.

"It seems that m daughter needs some..extra comfort. If you two don't mind.."

They nod and walk to the room, glares making Peter want to pee his pants.

"I don't remember them being so close." Tony mutters, " Anyway, come walk with me Peter."

Peter scurries next to his mentor. Shrinking when he has to pass Nat, Steve, and Bucky.

"Um..did you need me for something sir..."

"Why is my daughter upset Parker."

"...what?"

"Why. is. my. daughter. upset?"

"I..I don't"

"Because, my little girl is up in her room, crying over a boy. do you know who that boy is?"

"Probably Jason Todd." Peter mutters

Oh. oh, that makes perfect sense.

"You're jealous." Tony says as if he made an epiphany.

"What? Mr. Stark don't be silly I-"

"No, you were jealous of Jason and Y/n."Tony states, " Peter Parker are you in love with my daughter?"

"wh-WHaT?" Peter squeaks out.

No. No of course he's not in love with you. You were his best friend for crying out loud.

"Oh? Then why are you mad at Y/n? Hmm? She says you've been mad since the carnival. "

Because he hated seeing you with him. He hated how this other guy made you look so happy. How comfortable you were with him, just like you were with Peter. Because Peter wanted to be the only one.

Oh shit...

"I'm in love with Y/n..." He whispers to himself.

Tony smirks, " Yeah kid, I know."

"Oh my god.."

"Listen kid, I'm not fond of my little girl being in a relationship. But she's in her room crying her eyes out, because her best friend, YOU won't talk to her. So I need you to go and have that hallmark moment and make up with each other."

Peter's heart breaks, he hates the idea of making you cry. Maybe he should of thought about that before ignoring you like that.

"Right. " Peter squares his shoulders and prepares to walk to you room.

"Woah" Tony says, grabbing him by the shoulder, " If she doesn't forgive you, you leave her alone."

"Wh-what?"

"Pete, I like you. I do, but Y/n is my daughter, and me and Pepper raised her to never let a man...or uh boy, to make her feel the way she does now."

"R-right..I get it. I need to talk to her."

"Okay, go for it kid. Just...don't mess up again, please. I can only handle so much drama."

"Right." He nods. He heads to your room, hands sweating as guilt swelled in his heart. He didn't mean to act like a douche. He really didn't.. it's just that, when he saw you with Jason it hurt. And then every time he would see you, he can see the way you cuddled with Jason on the couch. And how he looked at you, the same way Peter looked at you.

He reached the door to your room, and heard the conversation you were having with Wanda.

"I just..don't know what to do ..."

"Y/n you do not need to do anything. What you need to do is text Jason and go on a date."

No.

"Or you can go on a date with me~" SMACK "OW Wanda"

No.

"I can't do that...me and Jay-"

"You and the Wayne boy have a connection. We saw it."

"But...Me and Peter had a connection."

"Yeah until he ruined it." "Pietro!"

"No he's right." You sigh, " I haven't even seen Peter in a week and every time I do he glares at me."

"Exactly. So you know what you have to do."

A silent pause. Then Peter heard you sigh and say

"Okay I'll text him."

Oh hell no. Peter burst into your room, "Y/nIMSORRYI'MAJERKPLEASEDONTSTOBEINGMYFRIENDANDPLEASEDON'TGOOUTWITHJASON!!"

You, Wanda, and Pietro jumped, turning to the door where Peter just busted in.

"Peter? what?"

"He's lost it, I'll take him out."

"PIETRO" "What?"

"Y/n...I'm so sorry." Peter says softly, "You're my best friend. The one person that...that I really trust. I love spending time with you. ANd how you're face looks when you're watching movies. I love how competitive you get when we play board games"

"Oh barf!" "Pietro!"

"Peter you really hurt me..."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I just..." Peter sighs, " I was just...I was jealous. You and Jason were so close and...and I thought he'd take you away from me..and I- I'm so sorry."

You stay quiet, digesting what Peter just told you.

"Peter I...I"

"Let me take you out."Peter says quickly.

"What? Pete maybe that's not such a good idea..."

"Please? I wanna make it up to you. Just you and me."

You look at Wanda and she shrugs, leaving it up to you,

"Alright. This is your last chance."

"Awesome."

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