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No matter how many Robin’s die, no matter how many times a Robin dies, no one will ever touch the OG that is Jason Todd.
Everyone else dying after Jason? Attention whores. Get some originality
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Lil snippet of an AU I'm writing, which AK Jason ends up in Joker Junior Tim dimension in a very unfortunate moment.
“What's your name, kiddo?”
But not-Tim couldn't answer, he was just laughing, but he still sounded in despair, as his body was twitching, if it was still reacting to the constant shocks he was receiving before. The tall figure sighed, noticing the little boy wouldn't easily verbalize anything.
“You can't speak, but can you at least understand what I'm saying?”
He nodded repeatedly, still scared by the mysterious man, however, he didn't attack him yet, so he was safe for a while. The little clown couldn't stop smiling, and his sobbing was choked on his throat.
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hi!! may i request some arkham knight jason smut with a lot of oral? 👀
Should’ve listened
Pairing: ArkhamKnight!Jason x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+, Gun against jaw (for a second in a non-sexual scene), Oral, brief mention of church, semi-public sex.
Word Count: 1,426
Summary: After zoning out at a bad time, you come to learn that maybe it isn’t bad after all.
Authors note: oh my god, I forgot how feral I am for AK!Jason, like ugh, I went down a little rabbit hole of research to refresh my brain after writing so much RH!Jason and I’m sure glad I did. Thank you, Anon 💕 Gonna have to play Batman: Arkham knight again even though I’ve already finished it.
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Your breathing faltered as the air got caught in your throat at the sight of him, your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears. You had heard others talking about him, and you’d seen photos and videos in the media, but none of them had quite done him any sort of justice.
You couldn’t even see his face, it being covered by a full helmet with bat ears and an LED panel front, yet you were still intrigued.
The way he walked and carried himself, the way his body language demanded respect, and how his voice came out all husky and modified through the modulator had a dampness forming in your underwear.
You shook your head a little to try to clear the thoughts swarming your mind, thoughts you definitely should not in any circumstances be thinking about the Arkham Knight-
“Did you just shake your head no?” His voice abruptly cut in.
Oh, shit.
Your head shake had been a lot stronger than you had intended for it to be, causing him to think that you were disagreeing with what he had been saying to the group of mercenaries present tonight, which you had zoned out of to focus on what his hands might feel like on your body, so you had no idea what you had even accidentally said no to.
“No”
“No? Are you sure?”
“Maybe?”
Scoffing he pushed past a couple of people to get to where you were standing in the back row, looming over you as he closed the gap between you intimidatingly.
“I said that I am going to hand-pick people present here for my personal squad tonight, and you thinking that you have a say of your own makes you target number one, you shaking your head no, thinking you have freewill means you’re stuck to my side tonight… Say no to me again, and I’m going to make you wish you don’t even have a head to shake next time. Am I clear?”
“Yes” You said under your breath, distracted by how close he was to you. If you were brave enough you could reach out and touch him, run your hands along the armoured plating on his chest.
“Excuse me? Speak up” You only registered what he had said as you felt the cold barrel of his gun press into the underside of your jaw, the metal digging into your skin a little bit.
“Yes” You repeated, this time a lot louder “Yes, you are clear.”
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Oh, of course, the one day you mess up and get forced to stick to Arkham Knight’s side is the one where he decides he is going to stand on a random Gotham rooftop and overlook the city.
You’d never really been that fond of heights, not since you’d fallen off that wall at school and broken your left arm in three places. This must have been God’s way of punishing you for not going to church since you’d flown the nest.
To your right, you could see him in your peripheral setting up some sort of equipment quickly and gracefully like he had done it a thousand times before, which you realised he probably had when you turned to look at what it was and saw that it was a sniper tripod. His fingers worked smoothly to set up the rifle and attach it to the joint. As a bone-biting breeze blew through you, you began to rub your arms a little to try to generate some sort of warmth, walking over to where he was working as you began to feel a little dizzy from how close you were to the edge, you really didn’t need to be fainting and going over.
The thought made you dry heave a little which caused him to stop working momentarily. His hands paused as if he was listening to see if you were going to throw up.
“Sit” He instructed bluntly as his hands again began to move, a small tut under his breath as one of the parts didn’t quite click in as it should.
Blinking a couple of times you stayed standing for a few seconds before you immediately began to move so your arse was on the asphalt as he turned to look at you, even though you weren’t able to see his eyes you could feel them burning into you.
“Good” a small huff sounded through his modulator “Now stay there. I don’t have time to scrape you off of the pavement”
You don’t know why you did it, but you scoffed at that statement. As soon as it left your mouth you could feel the air around you tense up, oh shit.
“Excuse me?” Standing up, he walked over so that he was towering over you. Making you feel like an ant against him, the flickering LED display of his helmet causing a sense of unease to burrow deep into your gut “Up. Now. Get over there.”
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You knew the Arkham Knight liked to punish those who went against him, liked to torture them until they were so out of it that even prayers and begging wouldn’t pass their lips anymore, because they knew they were already in hell.
When he told you to get up and move you were convinced you were about to go over the edge of the roof, he said he didn’t want to scrape you off of the pavement, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t cause the mess himself. You hadn’t ever pictured his punishments as…this.
The cold night’s air that had been cutting at your face earlier on was now cutting at your bare arse and pussy, soothing the aching handprint now present on your behind, the firm smack noise and burning sting making you aware that the handprint was now a pair. His fingers lightly rubbed against the growing welt to soothe it a little before tracing down the back of your thigh as he knelt down behind you, making you bend further over the air conditioning unit that was currently supporting your body weight.
“Keep your head forward” He demanded, not wanting to piss him off more you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on the city view as you heard his helmet release and slide off of his head, there was a slight heavy noise as he placed it down- fuck.
Holy shit.
Your focus was interrupted by the feeling of his tongue gliding through your folds, teasingly skipping over your clit as he went. You could feel him gripping onto your thighs as he repeated the path a couple of times before he finally focused in on the bundle of nerves. Closing his lips around it he began to suck, gently at first but quickly growing in force. A whimper-like moan left your lips, causing him to spank you again “Shut up.”
Without his helmet on you could hear his voice for what it actually was. Liquid gold.
A thick Gotham accent with a husky tone to it, you didn’t really care for the specifics of his voice too much, you just know it added to the growing pressure in your stomach.
Whilst you had been distracted by what he sounded like he had decided that he was done being soft, and was now going to eat you like a starved man.
His tongue lapped at your wetness before pushing deep into you, his calloused thumb moving to circle your clit to help you reach your peak faster. Hard breathy moans vibrated into your pussy as he went, causing you to moan louder than before, but this time he didn’t silence you. Because this time he would be a hypocrite.
As you tilted your head down slightly to try to not lose yourself you could see that he had unbuckled his trousers and the tact straps that usually kept his pistols on his thighs so he could pull his trousers and boxers down to his knees, his hard cock currently trapped in his tight fist as he pumped in time with his tongue moving in and out of you.
The sight made you hit your high, releasing over his mouth and chin as you let out a strangled groan, after a few short moments you’d hear a similar noise but deeper, more masculine, before the asphalt where he was kneeling was glazed in his own spend.
“I think you should be a brat more often, Doll” He said as he kissed your inner thighs.
His boyish cocky grin would be ingrained in your brain until you died.
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Not putting eye shines killed me but it looked weirder without them
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✿ Do I deserve this?
Oneshot requested by: @brucewaynesspouse
Character: AK Jason
Genre: Fluff
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Jason never figured that, while on his warpath of revenge, he’d ever meet you. After managing to get free from the endless torment he’d been given by the Joker, he figured he’d always be far too broken for anyone to love him.
But then he’d met you. You had been so patient, so incredibly patient and gentle, kind and understanding. Joker had broken Jason, shattered him to pieces and put him back together again, even if his edges were like sharp, pointed pieces of broken glass. Not all pieces fit evenly, either. But when he’d met you, whilst he was preparing to get his revenge on Bruce for leaving him to rot?
You had made him whole again. Fit between those empty spaces in his ragged edges, made a home for yourself amongst the thorns that lay there. So of course he had to marry you, the only little piece of normalcy he could ever hope to grasp.
Even when he dons his Arkham Knight armor and name, he is still your husband. Even when he has but no choice to bring the Militia around to your shared home, he makes sure they all know how much you mean to him. Makes sure they know the consequences if they even so as much make you upset with them.
You are their superior as much as he is theirs.
When that fateful night rolls around, Jason makes sure the apartment you two call home is protected, heavily and well guarded. Not just anyone is going to protect his spouse, no. Only those he knows are the best will guarantee your safety. He will make sure every single soldier that he stations in and around your home can hold their own against Bruce.
Well, long enough for you to be brought to safety. And his daughter, of course. The child you and him had together.
In the early hours of the morning on Halloween, the sky is still dark when you awaken to find your husband gone from his place beside you in bed. Leaving nothing but cold sheets as you blindly feel around for him.
Upon instinct you’ve risen out of bed, walking through the darkened home you share with Jason, mindlessly searching for him. Any Militia soldier you pass in your wandering makes sure to be quick to step out of your way, giving you some sort of nod in acknowledgement—their version of respect. Soundlessly you enter your daughters nursery, and it is here you find Jason.
Wearing every part of his Arkham Knight gear but his helmet, he cradles your daughter in his arms. Attention so captured on how small she is in his arms that he’s yet to notice you, even as he silently cries. He cries because he’s wondering how he’s even come to deserve such a spouse or this little human being that he can call his own child.
A little person with some pieces of himself inside. Not the ugly parts, of course, because he will never let those ragged edges ever dare cut you or the child you two have together.
Jason feels so undeserving of the peace he feels with you. The peace he feels even now as he holds his little girl in his arms, crying at just how overwhelming it feels. Almost suffocating.
His head turns to you when he sees movement in the darkness, tensing as if he’s prepared for anything other than you or one of his soldiers to approach, but that tension quickly disappears when he sees it is just you. Of course, your hand rises to wipe away those tears he didn’t even know he had spilling from his eyes.
Even after spending a little over a year not even knowing touch without pain or harshness, even despite how often any kind of touch would usually startle him, he still craves it. Which is why Jason leans into your hand, even if it’s only touching him briefly to wipe his tears away.
Tears are a sign of weakness for Jason. He’s trained every bit of that out of him, had it beat out of him by Joker. But for you? For you, he will show weakness, underneath all those scars he has. If anyone but you were present in your child’s nursery when he’d spilled those tears, they would be dead. No one but you is allowed to know he’s still [to his own surprise] capable of tears.
“Did I wake you?” Is what Jason finally asks as you stand before him, still wiping those tears and the stains they leave on his face away with those gentle hands of yours. But you only shake your head in response, because truly? Jason had been out of bed long before you’d woke up.
So no, he didn’t wake you. You didn’t think he could, even if he tried. Not that he would ever, though.
As if you already know the thoughts running through Jason’s head, you step closer to wrap your arms around him [slowly, because even if he knows its you, he can’t handle quick, harsh movements] and pull him into a hug. An embrace as gentle as.. Well.. You.
The thoughts running through Jason’s head, of course, are just his doubts. His insecurities. Because all he can wonder is if he truly deserved any of this peace and calm in his life. Did he deserve you? Deserve even a chance to be in his child’s life?
His thoughts are quieted when you wrap your arms around him. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Full of you and his daughter. Your daughter.
At one point Jason cradles your child in one arm, moving the one he’d freed to wrap it around you, too. And for the next few hours, until the sun rises, he holds you and your daughter. Spending those few hours, as quick as they feel, in just a little bit of domestic tranquility. One that doesn’t make him feel like the Arkham Knight, or the tortured man he was. Just simply as a person named Jason Todd.
And when the time comes that Jason must leave, to make the final preparations for taking Gotham that night, when Scarecrow releases his fear toxin, the night that Jason will be sure marks the end of Batman, he reluctantly pulls away. He puts his daughter back into her crib, makes sure you swear to him that you will take not even a step out of your shared home, and he leaves.
Because even when he is the Arkham Knight, seeking to kill Batman, he is still your husband.
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Who wants a cookie?
Sc- Arkham Knight: Genesis
I think someone wants a reminder...
Here's my previous-long ago post below to read more!!
Not a good post in Valentine's day huh? :/
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KINKTOBER '23 DAY 1- Jason Todd/Reader
PEGGING|MACRO/MICRO|LEATHER AND LATEX
I know I'm a day late, posting this on the second, and I make no promises of completing the month, I just thought it would be fun. Also I will be using @kinktober2023 's prompt list. Also, I wrote this in ten minutes while half a sleep so it might not be great lmao
It was thrilling for him, to be overpowered by someone so much smaller than him, to have her strap, unproportional to the rest of her body, pressing so deeply and so sweetly inside of him. He was on his back, his wrists attached to the headboard with his leather belt, and his feet attached to the posts at the foot of the bed with another one of his belts. She was wearing nothing but the strap and a pair of leather gloved that Jason had gifted her for riding on his motorcycle with him. Those gloves, adorning her hands, had a grip of iron on his ass cheeks, pushing him off of her cock, and pulling him back onto it. She was half his size, at best, which was unsurprising considering the fact that Jason was well over 6'4, and was built like a tank. The size difference did absolutely nothing to prevent her from turning him, who was a giant, murderous vigilante, into a pliant fucktoy for her pleasure, and her pleasure only. There was a vibrator on the clit-end of the strap, and everytime his hips hit hers, it was rammed onto her, sending bolts of pleasure through her. The fact that Jason was getting off at all was just luck. That wasn't his purpose, as he was reminded of when one of her gloved hands reached up, and boy, did she have to reach far, and wrapped around the front of his neck, squeezing hard. That only forced another desperate, sluttly whine from the behemoth of a man beneath her.
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Waking up Jason from a nightmare would include:
you would jolt awake when you hear the muffled ramblings, even if you're in the other room
definitely have to approach Jason with caution, no loud noises or sudden movements
he's hypersensitive to sounds at these moments, and will definitely sense if you're approaching him hurriedly
you learned the hard way.
first time you witnesses Jason having nightmares, you underestimated how easy it actually was to jolt him awake
Not being able to sleep through his screams, you had gently laid a hand on his bare shoulder
Jason had you gasping for air and against the bedframe in mere seconds
"Ja-" you had choked, but Jason was long gone
Pupils contracted, he seemed to stare right through you, only squeezing harder
You had thrashed against the wall, but Jason had just pressed your whole body harder against the wall
You woke up in the hospital with Jason nowhere to be found, and it would be another 4 months until you saw him again
Your friendship definitely needed to be built back up after that, from both sides
Now you know not to approach Jason, and definitely not to touch him during a nightmare
The only thing left to use is your voice
"Jason" you whisper melodically from his doorway
The only problem was that Jason would never hear you through his screams
It wasn't this bad every night, really. But then there were nights like these that made you want to say to hell with it and embrace Jason's shaking body in your arms
"Jason!" you try again, unable to keep the building panic from your voice
He finally jolts awake, mid-scream, and he's still shaking when you decide fuck it, and run to him
Instinctively, Jason turns his head away from you, hiding the "J" scar on his cheek. He's bracing himself on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.
You take the hint and decide to give him space for a few minutes, and you retreat into the kitchen to make Jason some coffee
He doesn't sleep after these kinds of nightmares
He's still gripping the edge of the bed when you emerge from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and his pack of cigarettes
You're not a fan of smoking, and handing a cig to Jason on all other occasions would be a no-go for you, but right now you want nothing more than his comfort
Without saying a word, you place the cup and the pack on the balcony table, plopping down on one of the seats
You start to think that Jason won't come when suddenly he takes a seat right next to you, pops his pack open, and lights a cigarette in a flash
You watch as he sips on his coffee, cigarette still pressed between his fingers, calmly observing the raging night life going on outside
You don't know what to say, and a part of you is reluctant to start any sort of conversation when Jason is in this state anyway, but you still say:
"Nothing like that will ever happen to you again." As if saying it will make it true. But you mean it.
"I'll kill anyone that touches you" you whisper, shaking with anger and sadness at the memories of what Jason had told you had happened
A deep loud noise comes from the man beside you. My God, he's laughing. You didn't think anything you said was remotely funny.
Suddenly, Jason throws a muscular arm over your shoulders
"My little murderer" he muses, voice still sore from the screaming
You and Jason stay like that until the sun rises
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jason showing off robin acrobatic moves
batman #410
batman: utrh
arkham knight annual #1
#me: oh he loves to do his flippys!!!#me: oh. no matter what universe or tragedy that happens to him the shadow of being robin will always live on inside him....#ok back to actually reading ak annual now. i couldnt resist making the comparison first#my very correct opinions#red hood#arkham knight jason#robin jason
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𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯'
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characters: jason todd;; some character mentions
genre: light angst that becomes in a happy ending
warnings: gn!reader, may be inspired in Jason from arkham asylum
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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦.
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He was short of air in his lungs.
Jason wanted to breathe, he really wished he could breathe again and feel the air filling his lungs, but his body wasn't responding anymore.
He knew what it was, he knew what was happening. It was a fucking panic attack. He had still been able to get away from you, hold back the fear he felt, just so he wouldn't be a burden to you. Jason still had time to run from you before it started.
His head, which before only thought of you and the beautiful memories that you spent together today, was filled with the bad memories of the past. How that despicable human being dressed as a clown tortured and destroyed him in the old establishment of Arkham Asylum, the beatings, the cruel words spoken; it all came back in great waves to him.
The mark, with a large 'J' shape etched into his already scarred face, only reaffirmed the cruel reality he had to face before you. The little panic attack he was cruelly suffering from had turned into a much bigger and heavier one. Little black dots gradually clouded his vision, his mind already disturbed by fear filled, this time with horrible memories.
His knees finally gave out, the lack of air was becoming exhausting. Jason felt like the world of him was crushing him little by little, and then a voice—your voice was calling out to him. Perhaps you had been alerted by the sound of him falling to the hard, cold bathroom floor.
Or maybe Jason's soft gasping for breath was what gave him away.
You were holding him, cradling him against your warm chest as you said comforting words to bring him back to you. Jason didn't know how much time had passed, but when he came to, when he came back to you, he knew he was safe.
“Jason, keep breathing. I'm here, nothing will hurt you, I promise"
He did what you told him to do. His lungs slowly filled with air again, his mind, which had been disturbed by bad memories before, calmed down slowly but surely.
He wanted to laugh, despite not knowing how to fight, despite being small and not having enough strength to beat someone up, you were promising him that nothing and no one would harm him, not while you were there with him.
And god, it was working.
Only you could make him feel safe like this.
He kept breathing for several more moments, and finally the weight of his own world stopped feeling so heavy.
It was when Jason realized that despite everything, you would be there for him. To help him breathe when everything in him collapsed.
He knew because you never abandoned him, you never let him go.
This was not the first nor would it be the last time that this would happen to him, but as long as you were by his side, supporting him and protecting him from the horrible past that still haunted him some nights, Jason could continue.
And he could keep breathing, once again.
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"Chomp chomp" whatever you do, you do you babygirl
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OH MY GOD I JUST GOT TO THE PART OF ARKHAM KNIVHT WJERE JASON REVEALS HIMSELF AND HE SOUNDS LIKE A BABYYYYY :((((((((
#he sounds so sad omgg i cant#he's literally crying#he sounds so fucking young#jason todd#red hood#arkham knight jason
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Soulmate au jason todd fic
its here. like i promised. months ago, maybe. chap 1 is done. chapter 2 is underway. flower language for titles with meanings.
NOTE: This mixes the arkhamverse AND the lazarus pit together, so KEEP THAT IN MIND. i was like "haha omg what if i mixed the two together" and everyone was like "YES" and by everyone i mean this discord im in
will make a separate masterlist post for this, maybe. heavy emphasis on MAYBE.
might just smack it all onto my already existing masterlist post, who knows!
this fic will be a series of chapters and parts, and written to Isabella's Lullaby. From The Promised Neverland. enjoy :3
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Blue Salvia
blue salvia; i think of you
When he was Robin, running around with Batman to fight crime on the streets of Gotham, he’d sometimes get distracted. By you, of course. Not that he could see you, but he could hear you.
Specifically, he could hear you whenever you sang to yourself. Your quiet little humming always made him smile, and he’d always get distracted listening to it.
“Jason, were you listening to anything I just said?” Bruce asks, and there’s most certainly an unamused look on his face behind his mask.
Jason is snapped from his daze, giving a sheepish grin as he just gives a silent answer of no, he was not listening. The only thing he’d been listening to was the humming of his soulmate, who always had a habit of singing to themselves when they were doing something or trying to fall asleep.
Getting distracted by the sound of your singing whilst he was patrolling Gotham with Bruce probably wasn’t the best idea, but he couldn’t help it. Your voice was always so pretty, after all.
Sometimes he’d get distracted in his classes, too.
When one day, Jason’s in his boring history class, back in those days when he was younger, he hears you humming again. He smiles, of course. How could he not?
You did have a truly pretty voice.
Or could it be more-so described as beautiful?
Either way, Jason’s focus is solely on your voice now, and not the history lesson the teachers spouting off. It’s nice, and it’s certainly something Jason would rather hear than whatever that teacher was spouting off as he forces himself to focus enough to actually finish the notes he was taking.
However your humming only lasts for a few brief minutes, and Jason is forced to suddenly listen to the teacher drone on and on about some particular subject he didn’t care to pay real attention to.
Even now as the Joker cackles in his ear, bringing the crowbar back down to hit his ankles, hard, Jason grits his teeth in pain for a moment. Before eventually it turns to gasps for air.
The only way Jason could even last and endure the endless torment the Joker put him through was by imagining you. Imagining what you might look like, that is.
After all, the first words you’d ever say to him in the future were inked like a tattoo in the skin of his arm. How could he not let his mind wander to try and put pieces of you together, like some sort of puzzle without a guiding image?
It had been awhile since Jason last heard you humming to yourself. Had you stopped singing entirely, or were you just busy as of late?
His gaze, despite the pain making his vision swirl into an unfocused haze, moves to look at his soul-mark. His soul-mark, which are the first words you’d ever speak to him.
Are you okay?
Those words. Three simple words. Words that gave him hope that someday he’d get out of this hellhole in Arkham.
“Get your head in the game, bird-brain!” Joker cackles, bringing the crowbar back down onto his leg again, making Jason grit his teeth and suck in a harsh breath of air, bringing him back to reality in a dizzying flash of pain. He’s hoping Joker didn’t notice just what specifically was distracting him, considering his Robin suit kept his soul-mark hidden.
But unfortunately for him, Joker had. “Something you wanna share, birdie?” Joker taunts, reaching a hand out to grab at the hem, where the glove covered the sleeves edge. Underneath which held your first words to him.
Are you okay?
Three little words. Words that helped him stay sure he’d make it out of here. Make it out of here to you.
Jason so badly wishes to close his eyes, block everything currently happening out when Joker spots his soulmark. Wants to forget everything when he hears Joker sadistic cackling when he reads those little words. “Ooh, got yourself a soulmate, huh? Maybe they’d like to join in on this little show, hmm? What do you think of that, bird-brain?”
Jason, for once in his life, hopes you don’t live in Gotham. That you don’t live anywhere near this shithole or anywhere Joker has power to find and reach you.
At night when Jason get’s some relief from the torment, the beatings, it’s quiet. He hates it. He’s never liked silence, and now he fucking dreads it. Makes him think about how everything hurts, how badly he wants everything to end. He’s on the verge of breaking, he can feel it. That last little cord that’s about to snap.
He’s so close to giving up.
And then, for the first time in what’s felt like years, he hears it. He hears you. You’re singing again. It’s soft and sweet, your voice. Just like every other time he hears it. Jason tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, to listen to that melody you’re almost always humming. It’s the same one every time.
But in the end, he can’t help the way his eyes droop, or how you manage to lull him to sleep like some child. Jason can’t help but be so easily soothed by your voice. Because for the first time in months, Jason is able to sleep.
And for the first time in months, it’s a restful sleep. One without nightmares. And he dreams of you, what you may look like.
For just a little while, he get’s a little reprieve from all this pain and anguish.
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