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lovelystickymilkshake · 5 months

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So.

I have more ideas.

Quick background knowledge:

Dick is 13 at the start,

Jason is 12 at the start,

Tim would be 11 at the start,

Damian would be 7 at the start,

Wallace is 13 at the start,

And Roy is 15 at the start.

People in YJ are the same age as the people they would normally be the same age as.

E.x.:

If Roy was the sams age as Kaldur in YJ when both are like 19, then when Roy's 15 Kaldur is also 15.

What if:

Jason is only a year younger than Dick, and Dick finds him before Batman does when he's stealing the tires off of the Batmobile (proudly dubbed the Batmobile by Dick.)

He asks future-zombie-boy whether or not he would like to become his successor.

Kid-who-will-die-because-of-this-decision agrees.

Bruce is against this, but is convinced by Dick's puppy-eyes.

About a year later, when Jason is hanging out with Dick, Wallace, and Roy, He asks Roy if his older brother and Wally have a crush on eachother.

He says it with innocent intentions, but he forgot to whisper, so the others' conversation stops immediately.

Dick, because he's (ironically) an asshole, asks Jason why he thinks that Wally has a crush on Dick.

Jason proceeds to correctly point out all of the behaviors that Wally only exhibits when with Dick.

For example:

He points out how Wally will space out into Dick's eyes as if he could see through his mask, follows him around like a lost puppy who was given food, exclusively uses the princess carry when carrying Dick, e.t.c.

Roy is currently dying (heh) laughing on the floor while Dick and Wally blush as Wally struggles to make a defence.

Dick, who was not expecting anything that accurate, begins to wonder if he was hallucinating.

Wally brushes it off, (definitely very smoothly.)

Wally asks Jason why he thinks that Dick has a crush on Wally.

Because revenge and all that ✨️Razzle-dazzle✨️

Dick, who actually learned from Wally's experience, quickly clamps Jason's mouth shut.

The first Robin was being Robin, and Y'know, chilling.

He had established the YJ team a few months ago, already extremely close

But suddenly, he's kidnapped by the Joker!

(*gasp!*)

The Joker sells him to the Court of Owls and he becomes an 'emotionless' soldier.

Back at the Batcave, everyone is worried.

Batsy had called everyone he knew in the superhero community to the batcave via the zeta-tubes and blindfolds.

This concerned the other heroes, as the batcave was famously impenetrable to all those he didn't trust, and he sure as hell wouldn't trust them like this in any other circumstances.

He explains the situation, and asks them all for help.

The Boy Wonder was well-liked by all the heroes in the room at the very least, and they all agreed to help.

It was when the Batman unwrapped his cloak that they acquired another fact.

The fact that Kid Flash, the sidekick who was commonly seen wearing a smile, was sobbing uncontrollably into the Big Bat's chest while on his lap.

And somehow more surprising, Batman was allowing it, even comforting him like a concerned parent.

Supes hear Batman whispering both to the small child he's comforting and also in a com-link.

Superman gestured to Martian Manhunter to establish a mindlink, and revealed to the others that the rumors about how Batman was heartless were unrealistic.

He relayed everything Bruce was saying, the sentence standing out the most being:

"See Kid, they'll help find him. It'll be alright."

Barry rushes in with no blindfold and scoops up his nephew.

Not that anyone else noticed at the time how he knew where the batcave was beforehand.

Unfortunately, the tracker that had been hooked up to Dick's heartbeat... stopped.

Despite this, the search continued. Partly because they were desperate, mostly because Dick G(r)ayson (that auto-corrected to arson-) was too much trouble to be killed in one go.

While looking for his beloved older brother in spirit, Jason becomes Robin and is killed by the Joker when he's 13.

This greatly affects KF, who had sworn to himself to protect Jason after his supposedly deceased bestfriend had gone missing.

As part of the deal he mentioned to Jason, he visits Jason's grave and swears to confess to Dick if he ever found him again.

Regardless of their efforts, Dick is not found until a year later, a bit after Jason is resurrected.

When Jason was resurrected, he is sneaking about the halls when he is stopped by a strangely familiar Talon.

When the Talon wraps his wings around him, he figures that he has been caught and will be tortured for sneaking out.

However, he hears from outside of the feathery cocoon, a talon guard passing by, who asks the familiar Talon if he has seen "Thalia's new toy."

The familiar Talon apparently shook his head, as Jason heard the Guard's footsteps descending down the hall.

He is rushed out of the halls and into what seems to be a larger than normal solitary confinement room.

When he is released from the Talon's wings, he sees a... nest(?) in the corner of the room.

He has not escaped the Talon's clutches yet however, as he is lightly picked up as if he weighed nothing and carried off to the nest-like-bed in the corner.

The Talon plops him down in front of him and starts to detangle Jason's hair, clicking his tongue when undoing the tougher knots.

Jason just sort of sits there, eyes wide as he recalls his missing older brother doing the same thing before he was kidnapped.

Jay slowly turns around and sits criss-cross

(-That's such a funny name for it-)

And gently takes off the Talon's mask.

He gasps as the newly-found Dick Grayson merely chirps inquizitively

(I dunno if that's a word-)

And continues brushing his little brother's hair.

'The Gray Son" is unsure of why he felt the need to protect smol child (as he had dubbed him in his head,) but he decided to trust his instincts.

And his instincts were telling him that he belonged in a home far away from here.

Maybe the fact that the black dye in Smol Child's hair had been scrapped off from the knots had helped him realize that fact.

Maybe the fact that his frozen heart had thumped one beat when he had a sudden flashback to being held in some redhead's arms had helped him realize that he needed to get Smol Child and himself out of here.

Back with the other, non-brainwashed-or-killed-child heroes, they had found that the tracker connected to Dick's heartbeat worked again, even if it was just for a single second.

Kid Flash, who had been checking the moniter borderline religiously, had easily noticed it and quickly traced it.

"Batman, Flash, I found him!" He calls out excitedly.

Batsy and (Straw-)Barry rush to his side, and quickly form a team and a plan.

Back with Dickie-now-a-literal-bird and 'Smol Child' ❤️ , Dick has been trying to speak to Jason in literally every language he knows.

Sadly, the one language he forgot was English.

However, due to being forced to train and hang out with Thalia, Jason knew that both Dick and a kid named D knew Arabic.

So at the moment, Jay was trying to tell Dick that they had to kidnap an even smaller child through charades.

Dick had trouble understanding Smol Child's interperative dance, so he went to go and get the other person who he felt the need to protect.

Incidentally, this includes jumping out of a window.

Jason may have also forgotten that his sibling could fly, and thought that he couldn't save his older brother again and began crying.

(Look, it's been a tough year for 'im, alright?!)

Dick returns to one Smol Child crying while the Not-Infant was nestled in his arms asleep.

Naturally, seeing his (albeit mostly forgotten,) little bro caused the bird part and the human part of him to panic.

He swept both smaller children into his arms and covered them and himself with his wings.

That night, all slept more soundly than ever since the start of that horrid year.

To be continued if you guys want more or have suggestions?

Here we go, this story is now on wattpad, it's called "In the Talons of memory."

Continuation:

Lost.

That's what he was.

Wally West knew that, most boys liked a girl by his age.

Most wanted to have fun with said girls.

Most were normal.

And yet, here he was.

His heart never skipped a beat for a girl he wasn't related to (Of course he worried about his family,) but instead...

He thinks that he's in love.

Not thinks, knows.

He is absolutely sure that he is hopelessly and utterly in love with a certain Dick Grayson.

The problem is, he doesn't even know if Dick's alive right now.

Back with 'Smol Child' and 'Not-Infant' and Dick, Not-Infant was translating Arabic from Dick to English for Jason.

He wanted to

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waywardian · 7 months

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Tim: Slytherin (Because he literally wiggled his way into Robin status and intelligence isn't his only trait. He can choose to be good but understand the usage of evil deeds and may choose them if push comes to shove. His right is the only right. )

Dick: Hufflepuff (Loyal even when being hurt, honest, forgiving, morally rigid, well rounded and the sunshine boi)

Damian: Gryffindor (he picks a fight if he believes that his form of 'justice' is not prevailing, impulsive, very brave, reckless. There's a clear right and wrong to him.)

Jason: Ravenclaw (he relates to books, is sometimes the odd one out and has creative ideas to solutions that not everyone agrees with aka guns and murder)

#batfam hogwarts au #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damain wayne #tim drake #dc robin #batman #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts au

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dc-and-damirae · 1 year

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jon: We're on our way, try not to swear at anybody.

damian: Fuck you, I’m not an idiot.

raven: There you go, like that.

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jonjaydami · 19 days

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Do you have any hc’s on how jay would take care of lizzy/trinity or how all of them would take care of her together??

Ok so sorry this took me so long to answer but I really had to do something I'm not good at and think about this. Like a lot and then I kept forgetting and scrolling through tiktok.

So anyway my headcanon is that when Jonathan introduced his boyfriend to her she was super upset at first because not only is he a new guy and sometimes kids are super weary of people and you need to earn their trust but because she thought Damian and Jonathan were together.

I think she sees them more like her uncles and mentors. But when Jay was introduced she tried to be polite cause thats what her mom taught her but she tries to keep her distance.

Jay brings her snacks and small gifts and as much as she appreciates them she can't get over the fact that the uncles she wanted aren't together. But instead of staying upset for long she decides to make a plan.

Yes that's right I think she would try and parent trap them together. Because it's not fair that her uncle Damian is single and in all reality she thinks they are probably the only two that could handle him.

I mean she is still disappointed it not just Damian and Jonathan but she's ok with Jay because he let her paint his face and nails and brought her chocolate.

So using all the tricks she knows she tries to give them the run of their lifetime. Putting them in silly situations were either two or three of them have to find her or she is using her skills as a detective (learned from Damian and from her distant grandpa Bruce) asks them questions that embarrasses them.

Until they finally sit her down and talk to her why she's been acting so weird. She finally breaks down and tells them it's not fair that they aren't all together. They shush her and finally tell her they've been dating for months they just didn't want to tell her yet.

Turns out in the middle of her parent trapping them and in their own free time they figured themselves out and stopped being dumb (for once). Being the kid she is she's relieved she doesn't have to try and be sneaky bit at the same time she is upset that they didn't tell her sooner. All while this is going on Diana of course is even more relieved so she doesn't have to hear trinity pin point her entire plan and when it doesn't work or go right come home and talk about it for hours.

I think they all definitely teach her different skills and techniques she would need and all help out with taking her to the park or zoo and treating her out. Though her favorite times are when they all are together.

Well enjoy my brain rot. I'm gonna go dougie and drink my 3rd cup of coffee <3

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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Sea of tears

Fem reader x potential yanderes Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor and Ras’s Al Ghul (vampire Au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: This is a “adventurous” fiction, the reader, you, will choose a route and it will end in something much more different than the others, hope you enjoy it! sorry that it took a while for me but I had to write all of them before starting a new fic, each choice will lead to another complete fiction.

Summary: you have to choose where you’ll end up and what you future will be…little you know that your choice will shape the future of the world!

Tw: mentions of death and slavery

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Your screams echoed inside the sewer, the sound of the water pouring in silencing most of the sound you made. "You shouldn't have been nosy...you knew what's waiting for nosy people, I forgave you for knowing what you shouldn't have known and still you sold me and my whole gang to the police!" You panicked more when the sewer's entrance was closed by several bars, keeping you away from your freedom. "Please! I had to do it! They had my mom! Please let me go!" You begged as water reached your hips, lifting you off the ground, you pushed your legs so you could stay on top of the water, panting for air.

You looked up at where the water came from, your former boss watching closely as the sewer got filled to the brim with water. "P-please! I'll do anything!" You said as you reached the bars, it meant the sewer was nearly filled, the water quickly drew closer to the opening, fear taking your mind. "Tsk...I'd told you...you know I won't forgive you...so why don't you shut the hell up and let the water do its work?" Your fingers were crushed under the heavy boots of your boss, but you still kept holding on to the bars for dear life.

You opened your mouth to beg again, but water reached into it, stuffing your throat as you tried to breathe, but there was no air. Your lungs desperately tried to take in air but it was just water that came inside, and after painful struggles to breathe, your body gave in. Your vision turned dark, your body feeling heavy as you sank into the water. Darkness had fully engulfed you when a hand reached out for you, pulling you out of the darkness-

"Ow!" Your roommate's whimper made you come back to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry!" You apologized quickly as you patted Rosie's head, making her huff. "Don't you have eyes? My head hurts! Brush more delicately!" She said as she glared at you in the small mirror attached to the wall, Rosie and you had managed to get your hands on a mirror, it helped you get ready faster than the others. You pouted "Sorry! I was just thinking about what's going to happen today!" You said, and it was partly true. Your worry for the future reminded you of your unpleasant past.

Rosie sighed "I don't know about you Y/N but I'm the most hard luck of all! I'm sure I'll end up with a butcher or something like that and I have to cook for him my whole life!" You slapped her head gently "Oh shush you! Don't talk like that! The dark gods may hear you and you know how mischievous they get when they want to play with your fate!" Rosie hummed "You're right...but let's be honest...they are playing with yours more than mine right now..." the realization of what she had said made your whole body shiver as your breath caught in your chest.

"Rosie, will you stop giving Y/N a heart attack?" Jacob said as he glared at her over the letters he was reading, making the maid shut her mouth quickly. You looked at the butler as he went back to reading the letters, your heart beating faster as he looked at the three different envelopes, reading them closely. You didn't know the language of the nobles so you had asked Jacob, one of a few friends you had in the mansion, to read them for you. "Anything interesting?" You asked Jacob in a hushed voice as you continued to brush Rosie's hair.

"Shhh!" Jacob said as he glared at you as well "How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking while I'm reading something?" You silenced yourself as well as you quietly continued brushing. You could feel your heart beating like a drum in a parade, you were not the one to worry about things a lot, but this was the most urgent thing in your life in recent years! Since the time you had entered the mansion of your master, you didn't face anything as important as what was going to happen today.

You sighed and tightened your grip on the brush. You could feel your fingers tremble and tears well up in your eyes, if it was not for your make-up that you and Rosie had spent a lot of time doing, you would have cried for a solid hour to let your anxiety subside. Your life was turning upside down again! You were just feeling a little better, Master had given you more freedom now that you had proven your worth, you even had found the luxury of having your props as a slave! But suddenly your master decided on selling everything he had, and you, his precious jewel, aka his most expensive slave, were among them too, and it meant your master was in a dire situation.

Everyone including Rosie and Jacob thought that it was because of your master's countless debts to different banks and noble houses. As an alchemist who was interested in doing revolutionary inventions, your master spent too much money, and even if he was one of the few remaining human nobles, he had run out of money soon, so he had to take it from others, and without any specific income, your master was destined to meet a very harsh end. But it was not the case, only you and your master knew that the reason for this sudden rush in selling his property was you.

You, a mere human that was found in the fountain of a ruined temple of the old gods, and was taken in by humans as a slave as a form of punishment, you had stolen food from the chief of the temple, were the reason for his misery. But how could you? You were just a human, a smart one, but still illiterate to the language of the dark lands and weak, without any magic, how could you make your master lose everything he had? People didn't know why you were so precious to your master, or why you were sold at such a high price, you were as valuable as a castle! But you knew why.

When you were killed by your boss, on earth, in the world you were living in, remnants of a deity which later you'd find were the deity of lightning, pulled you between dimensions and had given you its power, the power of clean, powerful, electricity. You were given another chance and inhumane powers. But the powers that could only be used by professional alchemists. You had turned into a magical battery and your outlet was in hands of the alchemists. Despite your luck, your chance was ruined by your hunger when you had stolen from the chief priest of the temple you were found in, you were enslaved and if it was not because of the scholar nun that was examining you before the audition that you were sold in, had found out about your powers and worth, you would've been sold as a slave to the dark masters, or the noble vampires who ruled the dark lands, the world now you were trapped in. And who knew what was going to happen to you if that was your fate?

You were bought by your master and had aided him to invent devices that worked on their own with help of your energy, and if he could sell those he'd be the richest human in the dark lands. But luck was not on your master's side, because his previous head butler, who he had gotten rid of after finding out about his disastrous actions, had found out about your master's secret, the man had spat out everything in a tavern, and the tea was spilled. Most of the people were not even understanding what he was saying, but a few had, and three noble houses had found their way to your master's house and you, his precious jewel, were going to be sold to one of the noble houses, or he was ruined by their power.

How did they had managed to agree on using your consent as a way of stopping the others to take you away? you were not sure. Maybe it was related to the fact that vampires used consent to do their filthy deeds? You had heard they couldn't feed from a victim before having their consent or they'd turn into ghouls, so maybe it was like that? You didn't know...all you knew was that you had to choose from the three invitations the noble houses had sent, and be sold to them as a concubine. It was more like a slave but with a more beautiful name, you were going to be used as a pacifier for your new master's lust and greed at the same time, you hoped they were not going to make things hard on you, well, they couldn't use you if you were dead right? Vampires were famous for being brutal to their slaves.

You were scared to death, your pale face showed everything that was going on in your mind. Jacob cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts. You drew a quick breath in "Well?" You asked and Jacob sighed deeply as he ran his fingers in his hair, looking down at the three invitation letters. " I have found some things in general that they three share and I have bad and good news...which one I should tell you first?" "Good news I guess?" You said as you put the brush down, sitting next to Rosie who held your hand so you wouldn't feel alone.

"The good news is, the concubine part is optional, and it depends on you, I mean...it's about consent and stuff like that but we both know those bastards use magic so consent is nowhere to be found in their logic...you'll be treated well and earn freedom if you do as what they say..." you leaned closer "And the bad news?" "The conditions of your freedom..." you gulped, feeling the lump in your throat suffocating you already, you wanted to drown again so you wouldn't worry about your future like this. "And what are those?" "The house Luthor has the condition of having you in his house for 20 noble years..." "Hey, it's literally 200 human years!" Jacob nodded to Rosie who had said that as he continued "House Ghul is offering you freedom if you manage to please your master without dying for 20 humans years...and house Wayne...well...you have to have 6 children of your master who reach adulthood before gaining your freedom so no abortions or dying children before or after birth will be counted..."

"Why did you say there is good news? It's all bullshit!" "Well Y/N can stay in their house as a concubine for the rest of her life, you know it's better than being out there roaming the fields where ghouls and werewolves are, we know that normal people won't give her a place to stay when she leaves the noble house, even if she's not turned into a vampire at that time which is highly unlikely." You sighed as you leaned to Rosie, your head resting on her shoulder. Why nothing turned for the better? Now you were hating the deity that had saved you so much, you wished that they were truly killed by the dark gods that now were ruling the land so you wouldn’t have to live in such misery! You just wanted your tears to take the form of a sea so you'd drown in it.

"What if she resists the invitations?" Rosie said "Are you out of your mind? She'd be in big trouble if she was going to do that!" "Well, she'd run away!" "To where? To the town where people would turn her in again? Or to the fields and forest where the monsters are so she gets eaten by them or even worse?" You sighed as you tried your best to not cry.

"Isn't the Master of the house Wayne infamous for sleeping with the king's concubines?" Rosie said, gaining your attention "Yeah...you know how vampires are, if they don't find their true made they'll become the true forms of debauchery. And since house Wayne is one of the most powerful ones in the king's court, for sure the head of the house would turn into such a person. Head of the house Ghul is like that as well...but he has...better taste to be honest, instead of king's concubine he had affairs with the king's siblings and other court members. As the most powerful house of the court, the house ghul is indeed unbreakable." You frowned "How do you know these?" "Well servants have their connections and you know how people like to gossip when they have nothing to do!" Rosie said.

"What about House Luthor?" You asked, he seemed the more reasonable out of the three, he was not at least into ravishing you for decades. "Well, house Luthor is one of the pretty new houses, the head of the house is a Dampier which is truly rare in the court and is a rival of the house Wayne, house Luthor is after the House Wayne's place in the court." You hummed to yourself as you looked down at the letters. You were going to ponder about your past and possible future again when one of the maids knocked on the door. "Master's guests are here..." the maid said, making your blood freeze. "May the old gods be with you..." Rosie said, "I hate them!" You said as you stood up, fixing your best dress and striding out of the room, but before closing the door you made sure to turn around and share a worried look with your friends. You wished you could perish...

......

"What is your choice, my dear?" Your master's voice made you look up at the three men sitting in front of you. One of them seemed older than the others, with parts of his hair turned gray, his black eyes piercing through your soul. He was Ra's Al Ghul, head of the Ghul family. He tilted his head to the side as he scanned your form once again, stroking his chin.

At Al Ghul's right side sat Bruce Wayne, the head of house Wayne, a tall man with piercing blue eyes, you could feel as if he was going to search through your mind just with a single glance.

And at Wayne's right side was Lex Luthor, head of the house Luthor, his gleaming green eyes making you shiver in fear.

You looked back at your master who was looking at you with both regret and expectations, it was time for you to choose...you knew that they wanted something more than your flesh, they were greedy and dangerous, and no one knew what they were going to do with your powers. But if you resisted you and your master would be in so much trouble...

what to do? What to choose?

House Ghoul House Wayne House Luthor Resist

#yandere x reader #adventurous fic #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #yandere clark kent #yandere R'as Alghul #yandere lex Luther #yandere? maybe #yandere tim drake #yandere jaeon todd #yandere Alfred Pennyworth #yandere dick Grayson #yandere Damain wayne #dc comics #vampire dc #vampire au #werewolf au

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freshlysentientgarlicbread-art · 2 months

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BatFears Au Pt.2

Damian Wayne, Child Soldier

#damain wayne #BatFears #BatFears AU #bat family #robin #fifth robin #fan art #Fanart Series #damian al ghul

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opheliawillowbrook · 2 years

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The first full chapter of the vampire story I promised is finally up and just in time for the release of the Zine!!!!

Visit the @damiraezine for more info and have a Happy Halloween 🎃

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spicy-apple-pie · 6 months

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Tim really said "Hey Bruce I got your paperwork and I also found your bio child thank me later"

Chapter Index

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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 year

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Part three master-post

#bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damain wayne #duke thomas #stephine brown #alfred pennyworth #twitter #twitter au #Batman Twitter #Batman #batfam #batfamily #Batman Twitter au

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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Mr. Todd and I

Pairings; Regency AU! Jason Todd x Reader Part I Part II So did I lied about part two being the final part? Yes. Do I regret saying that? Yes. Am I now determined to put everything in order? No, of course not. That would mean I have some sense of normalcy and my ADHD brain says no. I might. So that basically means yes at this point if you haven't learned. lol.

Part III

Before Part II

Letters, as you found them, were consistently the rawest form of human emotion. You felt letters could never lie. Too often, when the words were not the truth, then it was the penmanship of the person writing that betrayed them.

You noted that when Mrs. Kent wrote her letters to those she was not too partial to— though the duty of civility commanded some degree of politeness—her penmanship was heavier. The paper was filled with blotches from where she aggressively put the quill to paper and some words ended in a splatter. Even in your own letters, you noted the difference depending on some emotion. When you were angry the words ran together in a jumbled mess, and happy, or in love, they came to be round or in swirls.

Soon after this realization, you noticed the words you sent to Mr. Todd seemed as though you were fashioning domes or arches, recreating what Augustus might have once called his marble city now embedded in a lover’s pen.

Lost on you are the times you wrote to Mr. Todd, so distracted by his voice, body, and attitude in your mind as you think of the words for him. It is not until you peeled yourself away from the quill do you see, in all pinkness, the words written. You wondered if Mr. Todd wrote the same way in his letters to you, letting emotion and heart run, letting its footprints leave behind many alone would dream of.

You sat upon a couch in the Wayne household, watching Jon play with Damian in a game of wooden swords. Slightly amused by the sight, you encouraged them by giving favor to one before switching to the other. They seemed just as pleased by this, giggling and smiling as they threw each other about.

Then, Mr. Todd entered. You stood and curtsied from the other side of the room and he only spared you a glance with a slight nod. Tall, broad, and known to be a skilled fencer he critiqued the boys' fighting stances, correcting them before moving over to you when they were well enough distracted.

“Is your family in good health?” Mr. Todd asked. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes moved over you, happy with every ounce of naked skin exposed.

You lied as you did the same as him, letting your eyes scan his body. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

Pleased with that answer, he sat close to you, enough so that if you both put your hands down in the space between they would touch. And you did, discreetly sliding a letter to him, letting your fingers graze and caress his before standing up. As you did, the room felt warmer, like it was now summer and not in the middle of winter. It had felt like that the moment your Mr. Todd stepped into the room.

Mr. Todd faintly gasped and you could hear him suck in a breath of air as you crossed the room, rounding the children up.

“Come,” You said to Damian and Jon. “Mr. Pennyworth will be very cross if you do not have dinner soon.”

The two whined, but you heard none of it. You gave Mr. Todd one last glance, seeing him wink just in time as the door closed to the parlor.

It’s evening when you see Mr. Todd again, having just returned from his usual walk around the manor grounds. You were returning to the parlor, where Jon and Damian were now playing chess, from the library. Meekly, cautiously, you look up to see Mr. Todd and noted that he seemed disheveled. His hair tousled as the wind had been at him, with only a half-unbuttoned waistcoat instead of the usual somewhat formal dress that was usual to his character. In one of his ink-stained hands, was a hopeful letter.

“Mr. Todd,” You said. “How was your walk this evening?”

He hesitated in his answer. “It was well.”

“It must be cold,” You stated, eyes trying to not look into his for they were the green seas that drowned out your resolve to act proper. “Your cheeks are pink.”

Mr. Todd chuckled, feeling his cheeks, before bowing to you and then quickly shuffling off. As he passed, he stopped next to you. You could feel his breath against the side of your cheek as his hand slid down your arm to meet your hand. You looked up at him and let yourself drown momentarily. There, he placed the letter.

You felt your breath return once his hand was gone and the only sound left of him was his retreating footsteps. You looked down at the letter in your hand, smiling to yourself at the rounded words that spelled your name.

Pressing the envelope to your lips, you took in the smell of smokey wood and orange cologne water that could only belong to one man. Tucking it away in your pocket, you continued on your journey back to the parlor.

You looked forward to later that evening when you would be up by candlelight observing the arches and domes Mr. Todd would build you with his words.

My Dearest,

If I am like Achillies, as you say, then I hope you are not my Patroclus. For I am not so noble as the Greek hero to bear such a loss and still be strong enough to fight.

Yet, if you asked, like Achillies, I would fight the gods to change fate to whatever you wish it to be. For that is the only thing I would ever want-- For you to live life as how you imagine it. I am willing to put my life on the line to suggest that world you imagine would be the only place I would ever live.

Perhaps, if Achillies were blessed with more luck, then he would have realized that being nothing more than a nobody prince and in love would be better than dying a tragic hero who is only remembered for the pride that killed his lover.

Forgive me, dear, I digress.

From your letters, I have figured you are a lady of the great classics, which I also pride myself on being keen on as well. Though, if we are to speak of classical characters, then might I interest you in my favorite? It is of a girl, of simple means whose name is lost amongst the readers, but yet remains distinct in my eyes among others in the story. She is clever--sometimes too clever for me-- and has a way of speaking that, despite her immense talent to be able to disappear into the refined obscurity she finds herself in, sticks out to most. She has certainly captured me with her words.

And her beauty is unchallenged.

It is the type of beauty that only could be captured by the words in a novel. Even then the author would have to invent new words to describe the kind of rare picture she possesses. The author has not seemed to have found a term for such an amazing creature, but if I were that humble author, I could only think of one that has already been invented.

And it is simply your name.

Forever your Achillies,

J. Todd

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