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PAIR: WONDER WOMAN × fem READER / DIANA PRINCE × fem READER

UNIVERSE: DC (Detective Comics)

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You had been in Bruce's life for many years now and you deemed the Bat family as your own. Alfred adored how you looked out for the family too even if you weren't out fighting Gotham's maddest.

It's by becoming a hero alongside Batman and his family that you had met the best people in your life. Friends and even best friends all thanks to choosing to take a stand on one fateful day.

"Y/n?" Looking up from the swirling liquid in your mug you gave Barbara your full attention. "Hey, Babs." You gave her a soft smile watching her eyes stay focused on you.

"Dick failed to mention that he was having a movie night at the tower." You raised a brow at her words not understanding what the problem was. The Titan Tower was your home, yes but you didn't even kick unwanted visitors to the curb. You've let an injured Poison Ivy sleep on your bed behind a locked door while you kept watch but the point was you knew as much as a say as you had at the tower, surely Barbara knew you wouldn't object.

"Stop thinking." Babs held her hand up cutting off your train of thoughts. "I can hear the gears in your mind whirring." She teased giving a toothy grin.

"Ha ha. Why are you telling me this?" You asked gesturing at her and she sighed, sipping from her cup before putting it down again. "Some of the younger heroes have successfully got their mentors to agree on joining the movie night. They claimed it a cause for celebration after stopping our planet's most recent invasion." Babs informed and you stayed silent staring at her and only when you realised what she meant by mentors did your body tense for a split second.

"Diana will be there." You said and she nodded.

"Then I guess I'll have to face the music." You said and you could see the surprise on Barbara's face. "That's very mature of you."

She was honest, you had a knack for avoiding any situation that could lead to disaster and even Dick has spoken to you about it. That's when you realised how bad it was because Dick is the King of avoiding problems.

"Of course." You put your mug down and stood up ready to run but Barbara tackled you to the floor pinning your arms behind your back like you did with criminals.

"Strange being on this side of things for once." You chuckled hoping to throw her off but you knew Batgirl wasn't that easily thwarted. "Seems fitting," Barbara muttered.

"Get off me!" You tried throwing her off but she simply tightened her thighs on your torso making you grumble.

"Alfred!" You called and to your surprise, he walked into the room looked at you then Barbara then left. "Wow." You sighed defeated, knowing there wasn't an escape now.

"You need to face Diana and you are going to talk about your pre-apocalyptic kiss." She demanded and you grumbled laying your head flat on the floor. "I don't need to." You replied earning a scoff.

"Do you want me to remind you of your sleep-deprived confession you made a week ago?" Babs asked and you grumbled in response. "You need to and you will talk to Diana." Babs pushed and you sighed scrambling for excuses and ways to avoid it altogether.

"Only if Diana wishes to." You gave in and she hummed satisfied which didn't ease your nerves one bit. Babs had something up her sleeve or she wouldn't have agreed so easily.

"Who's the best Bat?" Barbara asked pulling your arm more making you groan at the discomfort. "Batgirl." You tapped the floor and she let go simply because of your answer.

"Let's get to the Tower to help prepare," Babs said and you waited patiently for her to get off you before you stood up and looked at her seeing her limp back to the table. "You aren't wearing your back brace." You frowned at the woman who sighed.

"I'm not fighting today, I don't need to." You gave your best friend a disapproving glare and she scoffed. "I will call Kara and get her to make you wear that brace." You noticed her eyebrows twitch making you smirk.

"Oh yes, I played the Kara card." You crossed your arms over your chest.

"What's the Kara card?" You gasped hearing your best friend's voice.

"Kara!" You ran to the Kryptonian and threw your arms around her hugging her tightly as she hugged back.

"It's nothing," Babs said and you could immediately sense the shift in the room. You knew the two had something going on, because you had eyes and they were both your best friends.

"Kara, can you hear velcro as Babs moves?" You asked and you noticed Kara focus as Barbara stood still. "Babs, you know the brace is important." The blonde spoke gently as she always did with Barbara.

"I know too, I'll go fetch it." You said walking out of the living room to give them privacy, you had a feeling that the two were on much better terms after everything that happened. Dick did say Babs wouldn't shut up about Kara on their last stakeout and it made you equally giddy and worried. You had a feeling your friendship was what was keeping those two apart and it tore you up because that was you and Diana.

Wonder Woman has always been someone you adored and you were most excited about meeting her and Black Canary. You were surprised by how gentle Wonder Woman actually was, firm and strong in her words and belief but oh so gentle and loving in everything else. It wasn't long before you caught yourself staring at the Amazon or making excuses to spend time with her.

Not much did change between you until you were sent on a covert mission in Paris. Batman "failed" to mention the league was unaware and so he had to please and explain to a fuming Amazon why you had snuck into her house and passed out and bled on her floor.

*flashback*

Batman had ordered radio silence this morning and his intel had failed you causing you to walk in on an ambush all alone. You weren't expecting it as he promised recon only but as you stumbled out the back door retreating from the scene you muttered a string of Kryptonian curses.

Kara would be laughing and Clark would be displeased. You shook your head at the thought of him scolding you and your best friend.

It was two minutes past nine at night and you were amazed by how beautiful Paris looked even through your blood-blurred vision. As you took a step it felt like the floor shifted and you tipped over bumping into a railing making you groan.

"Broken ribs. I owe Jason ten bucks." You sighed looking up at the roof reaching your hand up aiming your grabbing hook.

"This way!" You looked behind you and saw the blood trail making you sigh as you bit onto your cape before pulling the trigger shooting the hook on the roof then got yanked up making you groan in pain.

Falling onto the roof you scoffed rolling onto your back you looked up at the sky and seeing the midnight blue sky with sparkling stars your mind drifted to it's most frequent visitor, Diana Prince. Her blue eyes were striking and mesmerising.

Sitting up when you heard the fire escape ladder clang you knew the goons would find you so you got up staying crouched as you ran towards the other building sprinting and jumping off the rooftops using your cape to glide away from the goons.

After a few minutes of gliding, you felt your arms caving causing you to lose balance and plummet down. Letting go of your cape you steadied yourself and as you land you immediately rolled to break the impact and as you came to a stop you groaned coughing up some blood making you sigh and lean your head against the wall.

The only person you knew close enough was Diana but you didn't want to drop in unannounced and disturb her already busy schedule. Especially not in your condition, you weren't sure you'd even be able to tell her what happened, strength slipping through your fingers like your blood did.

Looking up at the sky hidden in the alley shadow you silently hoped for a sign or affirmation that Diana was a good idea.

"She loves the Wonder Woman shirt, thank you so much for the suggestion." A man passing by spoke.

You knew her as Diana but she is also Wonder Woman, guardian to the people. You scolded yourself for doubting that she would allow you in her home and offer all her help.

Pulling out your GPS you searched for Diana and by the universe's grace, you were only three blocks away so you continued through the alleys where people couldn't see you bleeding out and limping.

Reaching her home you sighed seeing the balcony, you wanted to shoot the grappling hook but your hands were too bloody and you wouldn't be able to hold onto the gun. Aiming you knocked the ladder down then jumped and pulled it down groaning at the pain it caused.

Climbing up the ladder you got onto the first balcony quickly noticing the lack of ladders making you sigh and pull out your grappling hook. Taking off your glove you bit onto it ignoring the metallic and dusty taste on your tongue you used your clean hand to hold onto the gun as you aimed for the balcony and shot the hook letting the gun pull you along and much to your dismay slam you against the railing making you cry out in pain before falling into her balcony.

Laying on your back you coughed on more blood and you could feel the panic begin creeping into your veins. Rolling onto your side groaning into the glove you picked her lock and fell through the door spitting out the glove struggling to move more. The dark room went unnoticed thanks to your blurred vision.

"Diana!" You used your last strength to call out to the woman but you couldn't wait much longer and only when you heard keys jingling did you feel your heart racing again.

" I'll call Clark tomorrow, thank you." You couldn't make out what you heard.

" Good night Kara." You felt yourself begin to slip further into unconsciousness.

"Who is there?" You heard her sweet voice thick with authority but you couldn't respond as you laid numb.

"Y/n!" You felt warm hands on your cheek and waist as you felt yourself being turned and you let yourself be guided by her. It didn't dawn on you until this moment how much you trusted the woman who knelt next to you.

"What— Where is..." You couldn't hear her and you couldn't see the worried look on her face. You felt yourself being lifted and the last thing you remember was how comfortably your head rested in her neck as she flew upstairs.

But Diana remembers everything.

How her heart sank seeing you on her floor bleeding out. How her heart raced when you went numb in her arms. How sweaty her hands were as she pulled off your suit.

"Don't leave me," Diana whispered brows furrowed as she got a wet cloth and bandages, everything needed to help you. And only after she had cleaned your wounds and stitched up your wounds did she wrap your torso.

She sat on the bed holding your hand listening to your heartbeat trying to drown her worst thoughts and only once she felt calm enough by your resting body and steady heartbeat, only then did she call Supergirl who she had seen earlier that day for coffee.

The Kryptonian was fuming and quick to scan for internal bleeding or injuries but it was only broken ribs that had both sigh relieved it wasn't worse.

And when Kara offered to watch over you Diana immediately called Bruce to inform him about your state. She found out you were sent alone and she snapped at Bruce telling him she despised how he exploited children and that he let you into danger in her anger she had hurt the man's feelings but he took in all of her words.

*end flashback*

"Nice work!" You called looking at the team of younger heroes smiling when you saw Kory floating behind Rachel, arm around her shoulders as the half-demon focused on her book reading while levitating.

"They're cute." You whispered to Dick who nodded in agreement. "I'm still struggling to wrap my head around it." He spoke honestly and you giggled.

"I told you we'd be early." You heard Zatanna and Artemis making you smile seeing them walk in with Conner and M'gann.

"It's so good to see everyone without the world ending." M'gann cheered as she pulled you into a hug and you chuckled but nodded in agreement. "These are much better conditions," Artemis said and you laughed but agreed wholeheartedly.

"Come on Dinah we're early relax." You looked up to see Oliver and Dinah. "If it isn't my favourite duo." You smiled at the two.

"We're the first leaguers here." Dinah raised a brow. "I'm afraid not," Clark said making Oliver groan and Dinah roll her eyes.

"So what are we watching?" Hal called and you raised a brow at his utter excitement for a movie as you knew from Tower movie nights that picking a movie everyone liked proved difficult. "Hal!" Clark went to greet the Lantern.

"I don't think we'll be watching a movie tonight." Rachel said with her usual monotonous voice. "Why?" You and Kory asked in unison.

"The boys had already begun an air hockey tournament with Gar and Vic, not as winning team which means another tournament." You looked over your shoulder and sure enough, found the men huddled around the arcade games with the women in the living room a few feet away from the men.

By now everyone had arrived and you knew one pair was missing. "I'm just happy we're all gathered together without the world hanging by a thread. It's good to have everyone here with a good and relaxed reason." You offered to Rachel who shrugged. "It is most delightful," Kory said and you smiled gesturing at her.

"Hey, Y/n?" You felt Kara's firm grip on your shoulder making you look up at her.

"Babs said she had the conversation with you." You looked at the blonde excusing yourself from the other two. "She did so you don't need to." You crossed your arms over your chest getting defensive and Kara simply laughed shaking her head.

"You are more eager than usual." You didn't hear Diana but you could hear Cassy's giggle which made you tense knowing that the two often travelled together.

"Cass!" You heard Steph and Tim greet and you internally sighed. "Let's go greet." Kara wrapped an arm around your shoulders securing you to her side as she dragged you over to Diana.

You noticed her blue eyes on you for a moment stopping you in your tracks but you powered through with Kara's help.

"Y/n!" Cassy wrapped you in a tight hug making you groan. "Cassy it's good to see you- can't breathe." You wheezed and Diana quickly pulled Cassy back.

"Remember your emotions can make you a bit dangerous to humans." Diana softly reminded the young girl.

"I am sorry." Cass apologised and you smiled shaking your head. "Your hugs are always welcome Cass don't worry about it, I just don't wanna die because of a hug. Death by hug, doesn't sound as cool to me." You laughed easing the girl's mind and making her grin. You were so focused on the small blonde you didn't notice Diana looking at you with a soft smile, appreciative of how you took the girl's feelings into account and impressed by you handling the situation in a serious but lighthearted fashion.

"Cassy you still owe me that arm wrestle match," Kara said and Cassy's eyes lit up. "You remembered!" She beamed at the taller blonde making you giggle.

"Let's go." Kara walked away leaving you with Diana making you internally scold her.

"Evening Y/n." You looked up at Diana and smiled at her. "Hi. I'm glad you could come." You said and she smiled with a nod.

"May I speak with you please?" She asked in a hushed manner and you nodded knowing that the balcony wouldn't help seeing as the room was filled with superheroes that had super senses. "Is my room okay?" You gestured down the hall and she nodded allowing you to lead the way even if she knew exactly where your room was.

Entering your room you felt yourself grow red at the mess your room was. "Sorry about the mess." You apologised softly as you walked out to the balcony gesturing outside following after Diana to the balcony. "It's always a mess and you always apologise yet I still do not mind," Diana answered and you hummed still surprised that this neat warrior wasn't remotely repulsed by your room.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" You asked turning your attention to the skyline. You rested your elbows on the balcony railing in the corner of your eye spotted Diana step closer until her hip pressed against the same railing you were leaning on. "It's hard to think a month has passed since the invasion," Diana stated and you hummed in agreement, still amazed at how quickly people fell back into their old routines as if nothing happened—those who could that is.

"I wanted to talk about what happened between us," Diana said and you weren't sure what it was that made you blurt out. "I'm sorry it was a mistake." You put a hand over your mouth noticing the hurt look on her face.

"You did not mean to kiss me?" Diana asked and you shook your head struggling to form the words. You never knew how to articulate your feelings as well.

"You did not want to kiss me?" You could see how the Amazon was just as confused and concerned.

"Y/n, I am confused." She sighed rubbing her temple and you sighed closing your eyes as your thoughts raged louder until she took your hand in hers successfully silencing those loud thoughts.

"Y/n talk to me, please." Diana requested and you sighed but nodded.

"You are my best friend." You said choosing your words carefully. "I believe Barbara and Kara wouldn't agree," Diana said making you chuckle and shrug.

"Well, you are one of my closest friends and I cherish our friendship very much." You rephrased seeing her slow nod. "I would never forgive myself if I screwed that up." You said and she nodded understandingly.

"You are very dear to me too Y/n. And so is our friendship but I know that the feelings I have for you goes beyond what human tradition calls friendship." Diana said and you gulped nodding.

"Y/n, my heart aches for you. I do truly respect you and I understand that you want to save our friendship but I love you so much that I am willing to risk our friendship because I want to be able to call you mine." You were surprised by how well Diana has conveyed her feelings and you had a feeling it was because she also spent weeks thinking about this moment.

"Diana..." You exhaled looking down at your hands smiling as her thumb brushed over your knuckles. You had never felt for anyone what you felt for the Amazon and at first, blamed her god-gifted powers but when you began noticing the smaller things, her excitement for picnics, her love for ice cream and her unapologetic laughter, you knew it was no longer just the gods to blame but your heart.

"Please Y/n, I have never felt this way before. I know it's a big risk but I'm willing to take it as long as it's with you. I know I am risking a lot just standing here asking you this but I cannot deny my feelings and in truth, I don't wish to deny them either." You then noticed her sweaty palms and her slightly clenched jaw. Diana was nervous standing here with you but still, she so bravely put herself out there because she wanted you.

"You're nervous." You almost whispered making the woman laugh but nod. "I am taking a big risk." She repeated again and you smiled letting go of her hands to pull her into a hug. You felt her arms immediately wrap around you as you rest your head on her chest, ear pressed to her chest to hear her heart beating rapidly.

"Why risk it?" You asked feeling her hand stroke a diagonal pattern on your back. "Because I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't ever try to pursue the loveliest person I've had the pleasure of meeting." You blushed at her words and pulled away holding onto her arms as she lowered her hands to rest on your waist.

Looking into her striking blue eyes you couldn't deny the future you so easily pictured her in and neither could you deny the fear of losing one of your closest friends.

"I'm scared." You whispered and you swore you could see it in Diana's eyes too. "Y/n, if you do me the honour of giving me a chance, I promise to be the best for you." You could see nothing but truth and adoration in her eyes that never failed to rope you in more each time.

"Diana I would love to but we don't have normal lives. My best friend is an alien and my other best friend nearly got paralysed by a crazy clown who thinks he's worth a shit." You could feel how suddenly it all became surreal at that moment. "I know and I don't mind. My best friend dresses as a Bat and sometimes makes poor decisions and the other is also an alien." Diana said making you chuckle at her choice of describing the two men.

"I cannot have a normal life Y/n. I am not normal and I have come to terms with the fact that I will never have a normal life. But it doesn't mean we can't be happy while living such strange lives. If I've learned anything from all my years here is that happiness is a rare and beautiful thing that you should be willing to fight for and I'm more than willing to fight for you." Diana said and you smiled up at her feeling your heart flutter at how she so easily calmed your nerves.

"You would date someone who also dresses as a bat?" You asked raising a brow while Diana shrugged. "Your suits have never failed to impress me. I've come to the conclusion you just look good in all suits." Diana complimented making you smile at her.

"I'm willing to fight for you too." You said seeing how Diana sighed relieved before she pulled you into a bear hug making you giggle.

Pulling out of the hug Diana held your waist pulling you closer as you wrapped arms around her neck kissing her lips again. The kiss was soft and passionate. Her lips felt better than you remember, maybe because this time there was a calm about your surrounding that didn't make your heart hammer in your ears.

The kiss was much shorter than you liked but you didn't push it and when Diana leaned her forehead against yours you opened your eyes seeing her lips, smiling when you saw her smile then you looked up seeing her eyes scanning your face.

"Do you wish to tell the others?" Diana asked and you sighed. "Barbara is expecting an answer from me but if you don't want to I won't." You said and Diana pulled back looking at you.

"I am okay with others knowing that I am yours," Diana said and you smiled pecking her cheek. "Me too. But I think until we've figured it out let's not tell the others." You offered and she raised a slight brow.

"Do you not want them to know?" You knew Diana knew about the backlash same-sex couples have gotten it was one of the first things someone had to explain to her. "I don't mind if they find out Diana, I'm not worried. I just don't want others to interfere while we're still figuring it out, does that make sense?" You asked and she nodded.

"I understand." She assured you.

"Are we going to rejoin the others?" She asked and you hummed but stepped forward and laid your head on her chest closing your eyes. "In a minute." You felt her arms wrap tightly around you securing you and making you smile.

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celestialmulti · 6 months

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HELLO WELCOME!

I like to write occasionally when I have the time and I wanted to start sharing some of the work I do :)

what I plan to write for:

- stranger things

- marvel

- dc

- warrior nun

- tlou ( games mostly / might do stuff for the tv shows )

- resident evil ( games / might be willing to do the movies too )

- chilling adventures of sabrina

- totally killer

- the walking dead

REQUESTS: I would like to start taking requests for any of these currently, so feel free to send stuff in !! they can be xreader or for a specific ship, I do mainly just write wlw but I am willing to write for pretty much anything just make sure to specify :)

(I will add a masterlist later when I actually start posting)

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fandomfuntimem · 11 days

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"There are more of us than you think"

The ghost boy floated infront on Batman. All he wanted was to offer this kid some help. He has been deffending this town for a little over two years now with no help. So Batman just thought offering some training and other teen heros to help would be nice. But all he was met with was a cold hard stare. It wasn't a lookxof hatred, or anger, just disappointment.

"What?" He asked. For once in his life he didn't get it. What did he mean? 'There are more of us' more half ghosts like him? Multiples of him?

"What I mean Batman, is there are far more teen heros than you think. There are so many kids who were left to deffend their homes by themselves. I'm in contact with plenty of people like me. I don't need your charity work. We dont need it," Phantom took a deap breth, "so many kids had to save the world while the Justice League sat back and did nothing. Ben Tennyson has been saving the world since he was ten, a child soldier and the only effective weapon the Plumbers have. The Ninja over in Norrisville was given his powers at fourteen. Max Steel was fused with an alien and born with nuclear levels of power. The list goes on bats. Kim Possible, Jenny, Generator Rex, Zak Saturday. We all did just fine without you and your League."

Batman was speechless. That many? That many kids left to deffend their homes? Phantom obviously seemed to have contact with them, maybe they help eachother out, but still. How did the Justice League not know?

Phantom disappeared and left Batman to ponder his words alone. How many world ending events did thease kids fight? How many of them did they fight alone? How much help did each of them have? Phantom only has a niche group of allies, how small are their support groups?

He'll have to research this when he returns to the bat cave. Hopefully he can get all thease kids get the help they need. Set up Zeta Tubes in their cities, and end this awful epidemic of teen heros.

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nerdpoe · 2 months

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3 Fanon ideas to make a prompt from :)

1). Ectoplasm is Lazarus Water but purified

2). Ghosts can retreat to their cores

3). Protocore Jason AU

Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.

Enjoy:)

This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.

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Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.

He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.

"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."

Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.

The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.

"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"

The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.

"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."

Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?

"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.

"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"

"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"

"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"

"-Damian come here you little shit-"

Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.

And that was that.

Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.

"You stole my rock!"

By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.

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Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.

He was losing his carefully crafted abs.

He was getting soft.

Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.

It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.

Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.

He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.

As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.

It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.

It was infuriating.

He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.

Was he overreacting? Probably.

But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.

On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.

With that supply out, he was.

Well.

He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.

But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.

Jason hadn't been able to find him since.

The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.

The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.

"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."

The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.

Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.

"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."

Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.

"...You know? Know what?"

"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."

Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.

"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.

"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"

Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.

The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.

He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.

"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.

It was time to do adult things.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"

"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"

"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."

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Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.

As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.

Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.

Jason.

Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.

Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.

Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.

He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.

As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.

The dysphoria was...bad.

There were no more mirrors in the apartment.

The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.

It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.

He was, essentially, useless.

If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.

Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.

Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.

Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.

He hated it.

But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.

Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.

That should have been a weight off his shoulders.

But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.

He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.

"I'm calling B."

"Tim, no, we can-"

"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"

Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.

"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."

~~~~~~

Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.

The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.

Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.

The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.

"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."

"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.

"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"

Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.

"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."

"Like a bird? That's adora-"

"-Shut up Dick not now!"

"You shut up!"

"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.

He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.

He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.

~~~~~~

Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.

That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.

Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.

At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.

The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.

Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.

"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."

"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.

Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.

"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.

Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.

Everyone stared at Tim.

Tim shrugged.

"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."

"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.

"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"

"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.

"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.

"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"

"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.

~~~~~~

Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.

Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.

Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.

Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.

"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.

"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."

Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.

"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.

Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.

"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.

"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.

"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."

That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.

"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.

"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.

Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him. "I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."

~~~~~~

Jason was disgusting.

Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.

It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.

He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.

Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.

Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.

So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.

He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-

-and pissed himself.

Or, it felt like he did.

The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.

Then the contractions really hit.

~~~~~~

Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.

Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.

He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.

Alfred he allowed to stay, though.

~~~~~~

Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.

He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.

So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.

The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ah.

Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.

This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.

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demonic0angel · 9 months

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Hotel AU

Jason groaned, holding a military grade field dressing to his wound as he tried his best to walk faster. Gunshots rang behind him and instinct allowed him to dodge, but one bullet still managed to graze him by the shoulder. It only made pain flare up worse, but Jason just sucked in a breath through his teeth and toiled onward to get to safety.

His comms buzzed in his ear, but no one was available at the moment. Jason still muttered a soft, "Requiring backup."

No one answered.

Jason, for an existential crisis-having moment, wondered if he was gonna die again.

Just as he thought this, a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into another building.

Jason cursed and pulled out his gun with his unfortunately injured hand and pointed it towards his assailant, but then paused.

He had been pulled into a beautiful, first class looking hotel area.

"What the..." he started, before he turned.

An enormously tall woman smiled down at him. She was outrageously beautiful, with long red hair tied into a ponytail and a neat uniform covered by an apron. "Welcome, sir, to the Phantom Hotel! You seem to be in need of some assistance, would you like some help?"

Jason felt eerily calm and level headed, even as he bled all over the floors. "... that'd be nice." He said gruffly.

"Right away, sir." She said with a smile. She waved to someone over to his side and continued to speak. "I'm the co-owner of this hotel, you may call me Jazz. May I get your name for registration?"

Jason still didn't freak out yet. "Registration?" He echoed, as he took in his surroundings.

The hotel was beautiful, with tall ceilings, marble floors, white walls and candle chandeliers that glowed with dim lighting. People that didn't look like Gothamites milled around the lobby and sitting area, all relaxed and chatting amicably. There were a few that were dancing to club music. There was a noticeable bar in the corner of the room that looked unstaffed but was conspicuous in its size and black coloring.

"Yes, sir." Jazz said. "I assume that you're staying the night? We offer breakfast in the morning, and drinks are free all night!"

Jason was silent for a moment. A person wearing a similar uniform to Jazz, with a dark green vest and dark colored apron, approached them and immediately got to bandaging Jason's wounds.

Once again, Jason did not freak. He felt oddly calm, and in the back of his head, he knew that he was safe here. His gut instinct was to collapse on top of Jazz and take a nap, strangely comforted by her presence.

"... why am I so calm?"

Fuck it. He decided to just voice his question.

Jazz giggled. It was a cute noise. "Why wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing to worry about. We're the same, after all!"

Jason blinked. Then he turned to her as the attendant stepped away with the medical box, Jason feeling all healed up, and he said, "Is a night here free?"

"For you? Yep! Everything is free here."

Jason gave a nod. "Then I'll take a room with a single bed, please. Breakfast is free?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great. The name's Jason Todd."

Jazz smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that made Jason feel all fuzzy with warmth. "Very good, sir. Your room number is 312, on the third floor. Here's your room card." She handed over a plastic card that was procured out of thin air but Jason didn't think about it.

He was mentally exhausted and being in her presence made him feel like he was going to drop and fall asleep on the floor and still wake up refreshed. It was so disconcerting that it was almost not disconcerting.

Jason eventually found the elevator, though not without lingering a little around the area. The vigilante in him was telling him to be careful, even though everything else inside of him couldn't give less of a damn and was telling him to kick back and relax. Jazz, after registering him, had gone to the bar to prepare drinks.

She mixed together alcoholic concoctions amidst a small crowd and the more Jason stared, the more it seemed like the dim light was hiding something. People looked like they were wearing ragged clothes and a lot of them had dark stains. There were quite a large amount of old people as well, along with people with seemingly missing appendages.

The last two details wasn't a bad thing, but the amount of them seemed like a hint to something bigger.

When Jazz made eye contact with Jason, she gave a sweet smile and a little wave, and that was Jason's signal to leave.

He got into an elevator, went to his room, and practically sank into the cloud-like bed before he basically knocked himself out. That night, he had never slept so well.

When he woke up, his body felt rejuvenated and he almost felt peppy. It was as if his previous irritations were only bad days and he had finally struck on a good day for once.

He washed up, miraculously found his wounds all healed up, and when he went to take a shower, his clothes were found on the sink, all washed and patched up. Even his helmet had been cleaned and fixed, pristine like the day he had first gotten it.

Jason could've been more suspicious.

But to reiterate, he couldn't.

Everything about this place was like a mother's hug. It was comforting. It made him feel safe. He felt like there was nothing to worry about and although a small part of him found this alarming, he really couldn't explain why he decided to trust it.

When he came down the elevator for breakfast, he was astonished.

Last night, the hotel had looked elegant and high class. Now, in the morning, everything looked warm and homey.

The various large rectangle tables had turned into small round tables that were densely packed together. The floor was a cool blue carpet and the walls had turned a shade of cream. The ceiling had shrank, but now flowers and vines grew from it, dropping from the ceiling with bright blossoms. The bar had been replaced with a little coffee area, with a young man behind the counter, currently taking orders.

The people sitting around and eating their breakfasts looked different in morning light. They glowed with faint shades of blue and green.

Jason paused to take in the sight, considering this information before he shook it off and approached the counter.

The man, after noticing him, immediately went to the cash register with a large smile on his face. "Hello!" He said cheerfully.

Jason immediately noted the similarities between him and Jazz. They had the same heart shaped face, the same ethereal beauty to them, the same nose and smile. This man, however, had bright blue eyes and dark black hair that swept over his eyes.

"What are you drugging me with? I'm way too comfortable here." Jason blurted out.

The man paused. And then he burst out laughing. Jason couldn't help the few snickers that fell out of his throat too, but they both quickly calmed down and the man explained softly, "We're not drugging you. You're just comfortable here because it's where you belong. Don't stress too much."

He continued to smile reassuringly. "Call me Danny. I'm the owner. What would you like to order?"

Jason's eyes flicked to the menu and then he said, "A California club croissant and a caramel latte, please."

"Coming right up, big guy!"

Jason moved a little bit away to the side so that other people could order.

He couldn't help but contemplate what was going on, but it was a little hard to think being this close to Danny's presence. The urge to fight against his soothed mind and the urge to just relax were warring, but unfortunately, his latter side was winning.

If Jazz had seemed comforting and like a hug, then Danny was the blanket, fireplace, hot chocolate cup and book on a cool rainy evening. It was like Danny was his missing piece that just sucked out all of the fear, misery, and rage inside of him.

It was almost crazy how Jason didn't want to retaliate against them at all.

"Here you go, Jason." A voice interrupted him and Jason looked up into crystalline eyes before something was pushed into his hands.

Jason looked down at his order and then up again. "Thanks."

Danny smiled. "No problem! You're pretty freaked out, huh?"

Jason shrugged. Then he thought about it and he asked, "Can I leave?"

"Of course you can." Danny said. "Come back anytime. For someone like you, you have the opportunity to come by anytime you want."

Jason nodded wordlessly and then, with his order in hand, he started walking to the door.

For one last time, he turned and met Danny's eyes. Danny smiled cheerfully, his eyes squinted in happiness. He gave a big wave and Jason returned it before he put on his helmet and pushed past the doors into the open air of Gotham's polluted and smoky world.

The rose glasses fell off and the pink sparkles faded away with each blink.

Jason stared dumbfounded at his own state of body and mind, as his siblings and family all screamed into his ear frantically, begging to know where he went and how he was.

Jason could only stare at the gray, listless world around him and wonder if he had imagined everything.

"What the fuck?"

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #jazz fenton #dcxdp #dpxdc #hotel au #dp au #dp x dc au #one shot #spoiler: the hotel is a hotel for the dead >:)#it’s back to school for me :’<

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emacrow · 8 days

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The first time The Justice league met the ghost king, they were not expecting this.

They were just trying to stop Luther from getting more kryptonite shards after getting an anonymous way to summoned more concentrated ones.

They were not expecting something to follow along after it. Constantine is in the corner cursing up a storm about the infinite king which batman files for later...

Only for a tiny elderitch being mauled the living out of lex, eating every silver of kryptonite (50 pounds worth of kryptonite since he was in the giant mech suit) in sight like a starved savage animal before ploping in mid air like it was a solid floor after a small(cute) burp, before reforming into a humaniod state.... which was a tiny 5 year old white haired toddler with a look of I over-ate a food coma worth of snacks and it was worth it.

Meanwhile Danny was this close 👌🏻 from snapping into a terror tantrum that would made pariah king rage seem like child play after he caught on real quick on what was taking his ghost candy rock medicine supply prescripted to him from frostbite. Fuck vlad and his stupid plan to try and baby him, fuck the ghost zone cause everyone is now babying him, and not even clockwork is taking him seriously but did gave some cryptic hints on the whereabouts of his medicine that would help him grow faster.

It been literally 3 months by now and he has had it with the babying even though he look 5 physically, he is 18 year old! Not even his parents taking him seriously and been using this chance to spend time with him.. which is fine but he draws the line after bathtime, the sailor costume and floaty!

He was practically ravenous to the point of going eldritch form when he went chasing through trail of summoning ghost magic leading to his precious snacks.

He not even caring about the sad bald man in the mech suit after he had his fill and probably overduing eating and is just inducing the process of his food coma.

He is totally unaware of the audience he has right now that being watched on lived TV.

#dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #danny is the ghost king #de aged danny #danny is eldritch #kryptonite is ghost medicine as well as a treat #danny had literally hunting down his medicines snacks #after vlad deaged him with the ghost age revealer #frostbite is not helping but he got a supply of ghost snack medicines #but his medicine been disappearing and he been cranky #dc x dp prompt #one shot

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frankieburieshisdead · 24 days

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𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

cw: NSFW, praise kink, minors DNI

You sighed, gripping the back of your head with one hand and Jason's chest with the other. Tonight was slow. He had stumbled into your apartment, half dead wearing the case he had been working on for almost a month now. You had convinced him to pull Dick in, who subsequently pulled Tim in, who pulled Steph in, so on and so forth. The case was wrapped up a couple days later. This one exhausted him more than any other you'd seen. A string of children pulled out of the narrows to run heroin across to star city. As soon as you got the details of the case you knew you would loose him to it. At least for a while. Now he's back, and under you, inside you, and you plan to keep him that way for as long as he'll let you.

It's never like this with Jason. He has this frenetic energy when the two of you are together. This raw thing that men generate from years of repression, years of stuffing men's health magazines under their mattresses and looking the other way in locker rooms. It's being pressed against bathroom walls, bent over desks and fooling around under them. It's rough, fast, good.

This was not that. You had stripped Jason slowly. Pulling his jeans down to nuzzle at his underwear. Brought him to a hard standing with light kisses up and down his torso. The two of you were tucked in the padded reading nook in the lounge, propped up by Jason's leg and you weren't so much riding as rocking gently. You were practically cradled in his pelvis, panting as you let him grind into you.

You didn't even mean to say it, you just felt so good, it was falling out of your mouth before you could catch it:

"God you're good, such a good boy."

Your hands were cradling his face now, so you got a perfect view when his eye's rolled back into his head and bucked into you, whimpering like a puppy.

Oh. Oh.

"Good. So good. You're perfect Jason. You're my good boy aren't you?"

Jason was unraveling under you. His hands were clutching at your waist, gripping and letting go, digging and massaging into the dip of your waist. His face was scrunched up, mouth gasping like he was trying to cut off the moans with his throat. He was close. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. Pulsing. You levered yourself against his chest, bouncing properly for the first time since the two of you started. He practically screamed, muzzling himself against his shoulder like he was covering a sob.

"Oh Jay it's okay. I'm here baby and you're good. You're good Jay."

He shook apart. Shoulders and waist convulsing. Tears streamed down his face, dipping into his open mouth and down into the dip of his collar bone. He was beautiful. You felt warm spurts go off inside you, and you tipped your head back as the pressure brought you over the edge as well.

You collapsed against him, keeping your nose tucked against his, breathing him in. His arms slowly wrapped around you, compressing your bodies together and letting him bulk swallow you.

"Can I... um, can I stay inside you." He sounded embarrassed to ask, like it was a naughtier than what you'd just done.

"Mmyeah Jay." You adjusted him under you so could cradle his head against your neck. "Tired?"

It was partly rhetorical. You could feel him nodding off against your shoulder, head tipping back so you could get a peak at that cute white streak. You fell asleep with him inside you, burying himself as deep as he would go and squeezing you like he thought you'd disappear in his sleep. He really was perfect.

END

#dc smut #bottom male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #drabble #one shot #redhood #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x male reader #dc #dc x male reader #praise k!nk #aftercare #fanfic #short little smut drabble to de-stress

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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Danny punches a Clown Part 7

Masterpost

Danny wakes up some time later. Red and Agent A are there waiting for him in chairs on either side of his bed.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Less tired at least.” Danny was well enough he could feel his wounds trying to heal. “Could probably use some food though.”

“I will go retrieve it for you now that you are awake.” Agent A walks out of the med area.

“You feel up to meeting a few people? They’re going to be around so you should know who they are.”

“I guess so.” Danny sits up on the bed, bringing his knees to his chest.

Red leans out past the curtain and waves some people over. When he takes his seat, a man in a blue and black suit with a mask on and someone in an all-black suit with a head covering that comes down over his eyes comes in behind him. They stay standing by the curtain.

“You met Nightwing earlier, and this is Batman.” Red introduces. Nightwing waves when Red says his name. “We all work together here.”

Danny nods.

“Hey, Danny!”Dick comes over to sit in the chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. “We have a few questions that we would like to ask you if you’re feeling up for it.”

Danny shrugs.

“Okay, well we know you haven’t been in Gotham long, where did you come from?”

Danny wonders if he tells them a different dimension if they would believe him. If they would try to send him back. “Illinois.”

Nightwing let out a short whistle. “That’s a long way Danny.”Danny snorts at that. “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yeah.” Danny starts picking at the edges of the blankets, trying not to look anyone in the eye- not that he could, they all have some form of mask on.

“Okay. Well, we have some concerns. Don’t know if you remember what you were talking about before you went to sleep, but you said some things about being shot at a lot, by your parents and some other people.”

“What part of that is a question?” Danny leans forward and rests his cheek on his knees, watching himself pick at the blanket. He found a loose thread that he’s started twirling around his fingers.

“Can you tell us more about the people who were shooting at you? We’d like to look into them.”

Something in the tone Nightwing is using makes him sound all clinical. Like a social worker. Or a cop. It shouldn’t matter really because the people that did this to him are inaccessible unless they have some way to dimension hop.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, I’m here now.”

“What made you come here? Do you have a family member, or friends that you were meeting?”

“For real, are you a social worker? Psychologist, cop, what.” Danny looks up at him. “You brought me to a cave f and you’re all wearing masks, but you’re talking to me like I’m going to freak out or something. You can stop acting like I’m a child. I know what’s happened to me. Frankly, the fact that I’m trapped in a cave with people dressed the way you are is more concerning for me than being back on the street. So can we get on with you doing whatever you’re going to do?”

“We’re not going to do anything Danny.” Red leans towards him. “We just want to make sure you have somewhere to go.”

“I don’t.” Danny states plainly. He knows his circumstances and he can’t risk going back home for a while, shouldn’t go back at all except to grab his stuff and leave again.

The three share a few glances back and forth, having quite an in-depth silent conversation. Danny rolls his eyes and goes to stand up, they all immediately try and stop him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Nightwing asks.

“Where are you trying to go?” Comes from Red.

“You’re injured, you should stay in bed.” Comes from Batman.

Just then, Agent A pushes aside the curtain, walking in with a tray.

“I do hope you aren’t overwhelming the patient.” He brings the tray over, Danny straightens his legs and A situates the tray in his lap. “This boy needs to eat, and to rest. You don’t need to worry about where he’s going until he is fit to be out of bed. He’s not going anywhere until he’s improved.”

“Sir, I’m sure it’ll be fine-” Danny starts.

“Nonsense. I will not stand for it. You need proper treatment or your wounds will get infected. Now, eat or your body will not have the necessary fuel to heal.”

Danny bows his head and looks at the tray in front of him. A brought him chicken noodle soup, he starts to eat as A shepherds everyone back out and closes the curtain behind them.

“Now, I know this cannot be easy for you, being injured and alone.” A comes to sit in the chair that Red vacated. “I assure you that you have a place here at least until you are better. Even if you wish to leave now, you will not be able to get better on the streets.”

“Thank you.” Danny says. “I didn’t mean to snap at them.”

“I’m sure they will forgive you for it, you are under a lot of stress right now.”

Danny nods. “Thank you for the food. It’s amazing.”

“Of course, Mister Danny. I will be making sure you are well nourished while you are with us. Please, let me know if you have any preferences.”

“Anything that’s not alive is good for me.”

Agent A just looks at him. “You did mention something about fighting your food last night. I had thought you were talking out of a bit of delirium.”

“Oh, no that used to happen. The chemicals my parents used reanimated the food sometimes. Had to fight some hot dogs. A chicken. Our kitchen was a hazard.”

“I dare say so.” A has a very scrunched up look on his face. “Rest assured nothing of the sort has ever happened in my kitchen.”

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

“Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.”

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

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tbh i do get a little bothered by the notion that tim took the first shot he had to drop out of school because he hated school and didnt wanna do it and all of that bc i feel like it ignores the probably very important context that he dropped out after his dad (as well as steph-or at least, he was led to believe, in the same week) died, also he was in a school shooting. He did attempt to go to a school in bludhaven but the kids there were so wildly insensitive about the shooting that tim dropped out under the pretense of his "uncle" homeschooling him. In his oyl era, he /did/ go back to school, and it provided him some form of normalcy. Tim was a normal kid, he wasnt crazy about school but he still went to school and it helped him feel like a normal kid, something he desperately clung to. He only dropped out again to do his Brucequest, in an era where he was notably Not Doing Well (which. Yeah. he wasnt doing well bc he was like 17 and almost everyone in his support system was dead, he recently had hits put out on him, got blown up, and backstabbed by his not-dead-ex, he couldnt support his theory that bruce was alive and was extremely stressed about that, and he didnt know wtf he was doing. I love him btw.) Basically tim dropping out of school was a signifier that he wasnt doing well and he was giving up on the normality that he tried to cling to and im a bit of a nitpicky person who gets irked by minor things

#robin 1993 #tim drake #red robin 2009 #rambles #Tim Drake wanted to cling to the idea of normal #Including going to school #School shooting mention #Tbh if all the shit that happened to tim happened to me id probably also drop out???#Like his sorta friend philmont got murdered at school #His friend darla got shot and he gave her corpse cpr (dw she came back as laura fell)#There was that one kid at brentwood who overdosed in meth i think that tim tried to save and couldnt #dc #Just things that i get bothered by a little bit????#This isnt crit aimed at anyone i literally just had too many thoughts and they had to escape #Tim Drake my beloved

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xmalereader · 2 months

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Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

☆ — MASTERLIST — ☆

REQUEST: Could you please write Burce wayne x male reader who has trouble ordering food. Like in a restaurant when the waiter asks, he either stutters or goes completely quiet, and that's why he asks Bruce to order for him. And i would like to see Bruce's reactions when a waiter is like "you don't have to order for him. He can order for himself. I wasn't asking you, i was asking him" just the waiter assuming that Bruce is kinda controlling. The reader is silently crying in his seat, having to order on his own, like he knows the waiter was trying to do something good. (Totally not speaking from personal experience 🤭)

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, mature language, social anxiety, Bruce is a good boyfriend, mentions of fears, judgment, request, relatable events, everyone struggles.

TAGS: @one-green-frog

WC: 1.5K

NOTES: I used to struggle with ordering food due to anxiety and fear of people judging me 😩 but as I got older they fear kind of went away and I’m able to do it with no problem but everyone deals with anxiety differently and takes time to get come it so I ain’t judging. It’s like that with my older brother he’s 26 and still makes me order for him due to his own anxiety. But hopefully you enjoyed this shot and apologize for the long wait!

Everyone has social anxiety.

Y/n struggled with it at a young age, not being taught how to speak with others in public without getting the intense fear of judgment from others. He figured that he would improve as he got older, but it didn’t change and still struggled with the simple things. He could go out and run errands alone without any struggles since majority of place now had self checkout which was a god send for many.

He’s able to hold a conversation with strangers or with people he knew in the area, but his anxiety would get to him when it came towards the simplest tasks. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was an over thinker and would think that he did something wrong or if he perhaps pronounced something incorrect, thinking that people were judging him for the smallest things. It took time for him to improve but the anxiety still remained during important moments.

One of the easiest things that many were able to accomplish is ordering food. Their were times that he hesitated or froze up when ordering his own food, having to apologize each time he orders and forcing a nervous smile or laugh in hopes of getting through the few minutes that he is there. He struggled even more when he went out on dates.

Very few people knew about his anxiety and very few friends were kind enough to do the ordering for him without hesitation and providing the assistance that he needed. With strangers it was a whole other story, he didn’t want to force them into placing his own order due to his own fear and would struggle with speaking the words.

His dates never went well after that and hated the way he felt each time he stumbled upon the problem. If the waiter or waitress wasn’t staring at him intensely he’d probably order his food without a problem and his day would go fine. But the feeling of their eyes staring at him as he looked at his choices of food made him stutter and grow nervous when ordering.

Forcing that smile as always and getting through the day of embarrassment.

If he had this kind of anxiety how was he suppose to handle his future dates when he couldn’t do a simple task? He’s able to do a whole presentation in a room full of board of directors but he stutters and hesitates when it comes towards ordering a simple meal or even asking for help whenever he’s in public.

He figured he’d spend his days locked indoors while making his own meals while watching a good movie.

He didn’t think he’d end up bagging Bruce Wayne. Gothams Golden boy.

Y/n had thought that this was all a trick or a joke when Bruce first asked him out. He wanted to laugh at the mans face and tell him that he doesn’t need to make his life miserable by playing a mean joke, only to realize that Bruce was in fact not joking around.

Y/n worked at Wayne Enterprises but in a lower department not expecting himself to bump into Bruce Wayne and getting asked out by the man himself. Their first date was simple with a cup of coffee and muffins. He would have thought that bruce would take him someplace fancy on their first date, but when he didn’t he was a bit relieved.

Bruce was a great man and didn’t do anything that made him uncomfortable. Y/n figured that he’d only get lucky to have one date with bruce and then never see them man again, only to get asked out again and again and again. The first four months went well without any problems and enjoyed his time with Bruce as their time together grew their dates slowly got fancier.

Resulting into Y/n confessing to Bruce about his anxiety and fear of others judging him because he couldn’t do a simple task that only required a few words. He thought Bruce would laugh at him or use it against him and force him to confront his fear, instead Bruce smiled at him and asked.

“Do you want me to order for you?”

He said it with the most calmest voice ever showing no hints of judgment.

Y/n wanted to cry that night. It was a simple favor, but it meant a lot to him.

As their dates continued they created a routine each time they went out to eat. Y/n would either look up the menu online ahead of time and already have his order in mind and tell bruce before getting their orders placed. Bruce even memorized the dishes that Y/n liked whenever they went to a repeated restaurant and would for him on the spot without needing to be told what he liked, already knowing the mans interests.

A year into dating and it became a normal thing between the two.

During their one year anniversary, Bruce decided to take him to a new restaurant and getting seated in a nice secluded area and away from others. Y/n scanned the menu and hums. “This looks good.” He speaks up as he checks the different dishes until one caught his eye.

“You know the rule, order whatever you want.” Said Bruce, always reminding him that he can get whatever he wanted. Y/n was hesitant about the prices at first but with time he got adjusted to the idea of Bruce paying for everything and no matter how many times he tried to pay himself, Bruce had already paid ahead of time.

“This pasta looks good.” Y/n points out on the menu and shows Bruce who looked up form his own menu and smiles. “Is that all you want?”

“Can I also get this for dessert?” He points behind the menu where a picture of a nicely desert is presented, getting Bruce to chuckle as he nods his head. “You better share with me because I already know you won’t eat it all.” Y/n laughs at his words and sets his menu down, leaning back in his seat as he looks around the restaurant and takes in the interior, distracted by the place that he doesn’t notice the waitress coming over.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” Bruce smiles at the women and starts with his order first, letting her know what he’d like. “And for you?” She turns her attention to Y/n who gets his attention pulled away from a painting he was staring at and looks at her with wide eyes. “I…”

“He’d have the pasta and the chocolate desert.” Bruce is quick to cut in when he noticed Y/n freeze up.

The waitress gives Bruce the stink eye by how he interrupts Y/n. “You don’t have to order for him. He can order for himself.” Bruce froze with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth in shock. “I wasn’t asking you I was asking him.” She points her pencil at Y/n and puts her attention on him.

Y/n can only gap at her, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to speak but I can’t. He was caught off guard and reached out for his menu. “I’ll like…the—the…” He’s stuttering and doesn’t know what to tell her. “Do you need another minute?” She asks which only make the situation worse, he’s turning to Bruce and staring at him with eyes full of fear and hesitation silently screaming for help.

“I assure you miss my partner would like the pasta and desert.” Bruce says again in hopes of getting her to note down the order and she does, not without rolling her eyes which only makes Y/n whine.

“Your food will be ready soon.” She said while taking their menus and walking away, leaving them in silence.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say, she probably thinks you’re an asshole now.” He groans out while covering his face with his hands. Bruce can only chuckle while shaking his head and reaching out to grab him by the wrists. “Don’t be, not everyone knows about your fear and besides she was only doing it because she probably thought I was controlling.”

“You’re not!”

“She doesn’t know that. If I wanted to be asshole I would have yelled at her like other people do, but I’m not doing that. It was a simple misunderstanding.” Bruce reassured Y/n as he held his hand and smiles. He didn’t think that something like this would happen since they’ve never had this issue in the past at the other places that they visited.

“All you have to worry about is eating all of your food and sharing your desert.” Bruce tries to lighten up the mood which works for Y/n as he chuckled and nods his head. “Fine and then after we go home and watch a movie and not come back here again.” After this misunderstanding its most likely he doesn’t want to come back and face the same issue again.

“We stick with Jimmy’s…” He mumbled out, referring to his favorite restaurant that serviced amazing chicken wings and fries. Bruce laughs while nodding. “Next time we go out will go to Jimmy’s.” At this point they were already considered regulars that the owner memorized their orders, which made it better for Y/n.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x male reader #male reader #Batman #Batman x male reader #dc imagines #dc x male reader #one shot #social anxiety #request

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snowfrostssimp-books · 1 year

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"WE NEVER MET."

CW THE FLASH -

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost × Meta-Reader.

//2025//

The last ten years had been an absolute blur. You weren't sure what caused you to end up in a maximum prison but you were there and treated poorly because of it.

You had little sense of what was going on around you. Moments were clear but those moments were few and far between. You suspected it was because your alter ego kept her hands steadfast on the reigns.

"Killer Frost will soon join us but first we you need to push her a little." The speedster spoke and you looked at him with a blank expression. "It's time Blizzard stepped out." He spoke earning a sigh from your alter ego.

"Please don't." Blizzard nearly begged. 'Not my call.' Blaze sighed.

"Do we have a problem Blaze." The speedster stepped closer bit you didn't move. "No." You simply shook your head before turning allowing the speedster to pierce your skin with his suit activating the control chip to adjust to your oncoming cold body temperature knowing this side was harder to control.

He watched as the fire in your hair went out and your hair turned an icy blue colour. "Blizzard." He nodded at you and you stared at him taking a step back. "Savitar." You acknowledged him.

"Your time to shine." He grabbed your arm before he sped you to your needed place.

//2015//

Standing outside the woman's house you looked over but the speedster was gone.

You sighed and walked over to her house sneaking in through the window then heard her in the shower. You concentrated on the water flowing, keeping the water flowing as you cooled down the rest of the bathroom triggering the woman's alter ego to adapt to the cold and step out more.

--TIME SKIP--

You weren't sure how long you'd been out as your usual self making Caitlin Snow more paranoid, pushing her daily by the demands of Savitar. You could sense your alter ego burning to step out again but as you sat drinking your iced coffee you ignored that voice.

"Another iced coffee." The waiter put the glass down and you nodded at her while she took the empty glass. You waited around patiently being sure to avoid the places Savitar told you team flash would be at. But no one made iced coffee like Jitters and frankly being locked up for so long. You couldn't help it.

'You need to get back to the lair!' You heard Blaze making you sigh. "I'm not leaving after I've finished. I'm a person too I deserve a coffe now and then." It was much easier being a bitch towards Blaze as she couldn't do anything unlike Savitar.

'You're incredibly stupid.'

"We're the same person." You sighed taking a gulp of your coffee.

'We are not.' Blaze simply scoffed before leaving you to be once more. "Noisy bitch." You sighed shaking your head.

--TWO HOURS LATER--

Arriving at the lair you barely entered when you got slammed against the wall by Savitar. You didn't even bother fighting him.

"Where were you?" He demanded and you sighed. "Drinking an iced coffee." You choked out and he punched you in the gut.

"Blaze come out right now." Savitar said and you gasped shaking your head best you could. "No! Stop please!" You begged but soon the heat began trickling down your spine.

'I warned you Bliz.' Blaze said and you groaned as your skin began burning from her overwhelming heat. "Stop please!" You cried out trying not to flare your cold because you would hurt Savitar and anger him more.

'You know I have to do as he says.' Blaze said but you simply groaned then cried out in pain. "Stop!" You felt yourself slipping as Blaze pushed to take over but not entirely so you could feel her powers burn you up from the inside out.

"I'm sorry!" You cried out before passing out from the heat. Savitar dropped your unconscious body on the floor as Blaze retreated once more so you could heal yourself with your cold powers.

--TIME SKIP-KILLER FROST JOINS--

Shackled like a dog. That was your life now. Frost was Savitar's new favourite lacky. Blizzard got hurt and after your most recent torture thanks to Savitar, Blaze couldn't call you back to be Blizzard and that left you useless in his eyes.

You were hiding, running away from Blaze. Avoiding her at all costs. You wished to die but you couldn't, Blaze would go supernova if you did. Same if Blaze would die, you'd go well supernova but with a colder twist to it.

In your mind you ran and hid under your bed which was ironically the bed you'd been sleeping in the past ten years. Blaze had formed much more of your psyche in that time so you were really hiding in her territory.

'Bliz stop running.' You saw her feet and gulped, she then sat down in the doorway.

'I'm sorry for hurting you.' You couldn't see her face but didn't want to risk revealing yourself to her.

'It's either I burn you or Savitar kills you.' She insisted but you stayed quiet slowly turning your back to face her.

'Don't you get it I'm doing this to keep you safe? That's why I always insist on killing. You don't have the stomach or the guts. I know I don't always show it but I'm trying to protect you, I care. It's why I was created.' You slowly turned to lay on your back and look to your side seeing Blaze walking over to the bed then sit down leaning against the bed.

'I'm trying to make the best out of a shitty situation.' She insisted and you sighed softly looking at her hand on the floor seeing the fire in her veins. "You hurt me." You finally spoke after what felt like months of silence.

'You have no idea how much it pains me to forcefully take over your cold body. It stings. I get hurt too. But I know we can -' You gasped when you felt a cold hand on your skin.

'What was that?' Blaze asked touching her cheek. "What?" You got out under the bed standing with Blaze and suddenly you could see out of your eyes. Piercing white eyes staring into yours.

"Back off Snow White." Blaze slapped the woman's hand away.

"I'll burn your hand off." Blaze glared but she seemed unphased. "I'd like to see you try." The woman smirked and you could feel Blaze getting angrier.

"Wanna go princess?" Blaze stumbled up ignoring the shackles clanging. "No. And I'm not a princess." She glared at Blaze while you simply stared amazed by her beauty.

'Easy there keep it in your pants.' Blaze spoke internally making you groan. "For real? Can't I just compliment a beautiful lady?" You asked internally earning a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Killer Frost demanded and Blaze just grinned. "Blizzard thinks your pretty." You were sure if you were fronting you'd be blushing.

"Your ice friend?" Frost asked and Blaze shrugged. "If you want to call her that." She hummed.

"So there's really two people in there?" Frost asked pointing at your head and Blaze nodded. "Like you and Snow." Blaze said and for a moment you saw her shiny white eyes go brown before flickering white again.

"Idiot! She doesn't know yet!" You yelled internally worried that Savitar would hear.

"What?" Frost asked confused. "Forget I said anything. Stop talking to me." Blaze turned around in the shackles with your back facing the woman.

"Look I'm bored and you spoke first." Frost pointed and Blaze scoffed. "I didn't say anything." You denied turning again.

"You said, “you hurt me”. That's something." Frost countered and you sighed. "Well just ignore me and toss me aside. It's all I'm good for apparently." Blaze snapped and you sighed shaking your head mentally.

"Can I meet your friend Blizzard?" Frost asked peeking your interest but you could practically feel Blaze build the walls higher forcing you back. "Why?" Blaze inquired and Frost shrugged.

"I'm wondering what she's like." Frost simply stated. "She's boring and cold." Blaze snapped.

"One of two things we have in common." Frost said displaying her cold hands holding it out to you. Blaze made a flame in her hand then grabbed Frost's hand but to both your surprise you felt Blaze's scorching heat start to disperse and you got forced to the front until you had taken back control.

"Killer Frost. I'm assuming you're Blizzard." She smirked and you nodded. "Unfortunately you had the pleasantries of meeting Blaze first." You said earning a dry chuckle.

"You're very cold." Blizzard said earning a proud nod from the white haired woman. "Why haven't I met you in the two weeks I've been here?" Frost asked and you bit your tongue wanting to ask the same about her counterpart and against your better judgement you asked anyway.

"I could ask the same about your less frosty side." You stated earning a glare from the woman who pushed you against the wall icicle against your neck and in an instant Blaze came out melting the icicle. "Careful princess, you want to hurt Bliz you have to get through me first." Blaze glared placing a burning hand on her chest over her heart.

"Don't forget, I already did." Frost raised a snarky brow. "Fool me once." Blaze said before you heated up your body sensing her cold presence begin to fade so you stopped not wanting more trouble from the big boss.

"I see you've finally found your fire again, Blaze." Savitar said and you looked over at the speedster who stepped out of his suit walking over to you.

"Is Blizzard still scared to come play?" Savitar asked again and Blizzard panicked looking over at Frost who knew she'd gotten you out but luckily she stayed quiet. "She'll come out when she's needed." Blaze said and he nodded before taking off the shackles.

"Go with Killer Frost. You're gonna kidnap Cecile to get Tracy so Killer Frost can kill her." He said and Blaze looked over at Frost who wore a blank expression on her face.

"Blizzard will play nice. Don't you worry." Blaze said to the speedster who nodded then left. "Killer Frost is in charge." He spoke before disappearing.

"So far you're our element of surprise. Speed and cold don't mix so Blizzard will be more helpful. I don't know if your heat will contradict my ice and I'm not taking another chance." Frost said as you walked to the CCPD where you cleared the DA's office of people so Frost could grab her.

At Joe's house you waited out of sight for Frost to do her part and at the warehouse you hid in the other room knowing Cisco would hide in the rafters so you planted a bomb to smoke him out of his spot.

"This is my job. Don't come out until I say to." Frost demanded and Blaze scoffed but agreed staying put.

"We're a family." The Flash's words rung in your head over and over. Frost has family, why would she do this to them?

'Don't over think. It's how you get soft.' Blaze said. "Why would she fight them? I would kill for a family." Blizzard countered.

'Maybe they're not so good.' Blaze tried lying to get you to focus on the mission. "They're fighting to keep her safe and a live. I wish I had that." Blizzard said sadly.

'You have me.' Blaze snapped. "You know what I mean!" Blizzard snapped back.

"Frost!" You called out seeing her knocked on the ground. You ripped the control from Blaze and busted through the wall freezing Flash and the exit Joe took then blasted Cisco back while running to stand over Frost.

You created ice spikes to keep them at bay. "Who are you?" Flash demanded after he broke free from your ice. "No one." You simply said. You knew in the end you'd be lost to history with no one to remeber you. Your future was as lonely as your past.

"Hand over Caitlin and I won't hurt you." Cisco said and you flicked your wrist causing icicles to shoot out of the already made barried causing them to jump. "I don't answer to the likes of you Vibe." Your voice was echoing in a similar way to Frost's, this only happened when you were working your cold powers harder than usual.

"Are you some evil sister we never knew of? Why didn't I ever meet you?" Vibe asked and you glared at him. "You're long gone when I first learn about you." You said making him stop.

Savitar appeared standing behind you now with Frost between the two of you. You stayed silent knowing he probably had something to say and low and behold he did. He took you with Caitlin back to the lair slamming you into a wall.

"Why didn't you cover her?" He growled and you closes your eyes struggling to breathe. "I didn't give her the signal to intervene." Killer Frost spoke up making Savitar turn and look at her.

"She was only following her orders." Killer Frost said making the speedster drop you and speed away. You stayed on your hands and knees gasping for air holding your throat freezing the bruising skin to ease the burning sensation.

You looked up grey eyes meeting white ones. You wanted to say thanks but you were too scared to talk. Frost could see it in your eyes, you were thanking her and she could swear she felt her cold heart melt but she ignored it walking over to you helping you stand.

"What happened back there?" She asked in a hushed voice. "Savitar is strong. I don't stand a chance." Your voice was hoarse.

"I meant before that. It's like you weren't even there." She raised a brow. "I couldn't think straight. It's hard with two voices talking at the same time." Blizzard gave her half the truth not wanting to drop Blaze in trouble.

"Get your voices under control." She said before walking off and you could swear you saw her smirking.

--TIME SKIP--

'Blizzard I'm serious shut up!' Blaze tried silencing the ice Meta.

"You're gonna kill her?" Blizzard asked Savitar who glared at you and you couldn't help but gulp. "You have a problem?" He inquired not noticing Killer Frost behind him.

"It's just she didn't do anything. I thought Flash was your enemy." Blizzard said backing up until your back hit the wall he punched you in the gut making you double over. "He is." Savitar grabbed your hair pulling your head to the side before stabbing you in the neck reactivating the chip and bringing Blaze out and shoving you to your knees.

"You have until midnight to get me Ramon." Savitar said to a kneeling Blaze who nodded before he sped off.

"Want me to help you?" Frost asked and you stood up walking over to her staring at her. "You don't help Blizzard when she's being man handled. Why offer to help now?" Shoving past her Blaze made sure to burn the meta's jacket before flying away to go do her job.

Blaze showed no mercy toward the Meta. Using his weakness against him and aiming at people to distract him. And before Flash could even show up you grabbed him in a headlock.

"Don't think I won't kill your friends to help Savitar achieve his goals." Blaze warned as she melted the earpiece he had. "Why? Because you're his new lacky?" Vibe asked and you scoffed.

"Because my life depends on it." Blaze walked Cisco to the lair and held him captive staring him down until Savitar approached shoving you to the side.

"You're going to help me." Savitar spoke to the hero.

You sat one side watching Cisco work and then see Frost approach. You stepped closer not wanting her to screw up.

"Let her talk to her family Blaze." Blizzard mentally pleaded. 'I'm not going to pay the price for her doubts.' Blaze snapped.

"I will."

'What?'

"Let her be. I will take the damage."

'You'd take a beating just for princess to get her family back?'

"Yes." Blizzard answered making Blaze sigh.

"Who's your multi-talented friend?" Cisco asked pointing at you and Frost chuckled. "She's hell of a lot more interesting then you losers." Frost said and Blizzard smiled at her words.

'Stop being so soft.' Blaze scolded.

"Why because she's pshyco like you pretend to be?" You jumped down at his words making him flinch. "Wanna say it to my face?" Blaze asked heating the room purposely to make him sweat.

"Stop." Frost put a hand on your shoulder much to Blaze's dislike cooling you down. "We need him alive." She said and you nodded before standing next to Frost.

When Savitar came back you flinched and walked to the other side of the room watching as Frost went to kill Vibe. Blizzard wanted to stop her but Blaze forcefully kept fighting for control forcing you to your knees and in the short time Cisco escaped.

"Let's go." Savitar grabbed you and Frost then sped to the edge of the forest. You and Frost stood ready for demon looking Black Flash.

Once he got out Blaze shot fireballs to draw him closer to Frost who then froze him and made him shatter into pieces. You and Frost then shot Savitar with some speed force gun or something and afterwards a battle ensued.

You faced off against Gypsy and Vibe with Killer Frost although you were far too distracted trying to keep Frost safe and battling yourself.

"Blaze please stop!" Blizzard begged.

'Now is not the time!'

"Don't hurt them! They're Frost's family!"

'They think we're the bad guys. What do you think will happen when they win?'

"We won't be a punching bag anymore!" That sentence made Blaze lose focus and get blasted unconscious.

--A WEEK LATER--

"I didn't do anything!" You called out in a fruitless attempt to be free.

"Will you please stop?" Blizzard asked tiredness clear in her voice even if only internally. 'They operated on us then locked us up. We have no recollection of the past few months doesn't that bother you!?' Blaze snapped making Blizzard sigh.

"I am freaked out. And scared. But I'm also extremely tired from you screaming constantly and punching the door constantly. I can't heal us and our hands are bleeding so please just stop. For once just stop." Blizzard begged nearing a breakdown. 'I can't stop.' Blaze sighed.

"This power dampeners is making it harder for me to stay awake. I can't fight to stay awake and heal us." Blizzard said again. 'Then stop trying to heal us.' Blaze snapped.

"I can't do this anymore." Those were the last words Blaze heard Blizzard say. It was eerily quiet in their shared mind and it was very lonely too. Enough to push her closer to the edge.

--SIX MONTHS LATER--

Caitlin returned and only after coming clean on Killer Frost. After Cisco's comment. "If only the other one bad such a cool personality." Then it clicked to Caitlin that the woman she imagined in her moments of clear mind wasn't an illusion.

"Where is she?" Caitlin asked earning a raised brow. "Who?" Iris asked confused.

"The woman who was with Killer Frost?" Caitlin asked and Cisco took her down to the pipeline opening the door.

Once she came into view Caitlin felt her heart break, the woman sat with copper streaks in her hair no visible flame on her head as she stared blankly at them.

"Blizzard?" Caitlin asked cautiously. "You killed her! I remember everything! You're supposed to be the heroes!" Blaze snapped jumping up at the man making Cisco flinch.

"What?" Caitlin looked at her best friend. "I didn't kill anyone." He shook his head.

"She's gone because of you. It's quiet. I can't hear anything." Blaze looked and sounded like a madwoman but Caitlin knew better.

"Leave us please." Cisco frowned at his best friend wanting to object but got interrupted.

"Don't let me down Frost." Caitlin whispered before giving over to her alter ego who smiled upon seeing the familiar face.

"Blaze?" She frowned noticing your bruised hands and empty eyes. Unlocking the door she could practically feel the heat pouring out of the cell but she stood firm.

"Please I don't want to go back." Blaze shook her head staying inside the cell. "Savitar is dead." Frost said and she could see the fire returning to those copper coloured eyes.

"And where were you?" Blaze asked bitterly her voice hoarse from screaming. "I had to work on being a team player." Frost shrugged.

"Good for you. While you were playing Guru Frost and Snow I was locked up. All alone. The food here is crap." Blaze snapped at the woman who sighed and walked closer sitting against the open door of the cell.

"It doesn't sleep too bad though." Frost said earning a raised brow from the other woman. "Been there didn't get the shirt." She teased but got no response from the woman making her turn around and look at the woman who was just staring.

"Blizzard was right, you are pretty." Blaze said almost reluctantly.

"Can I talk to her?" Frost asked making you scoff.

"I haven't heard from her in six months. For all I know she's dead. Because of your hero friends." Blaze said sadly and to her surprise Frost pulled her into a hug emitting more cold to cool Blaze down and even if it took all her energy to do so she let Caitlin take over once Blizzard was awoken once again.

"Blaze?" You immediately spoke up looking around seeing Caitlin stand with you. 'I'm here.' Blaze answered after a moment.

'It's good to hear your voice again.' Blaze admitted. "Who's going soft now?" The teasing got interrupted.

"So you're Blizzard?" You looked at the brunette who you had seen but never met. "I'm Caitlin Snow." Caitlin held her hand out watching you stare at her hand before taking it in yours looking up into her warm eyes, ones you'd seen only for moments before Frost took back control.

"You can call me Y/n." You said and she smiled shaking your hand gently yet firmly.

"We never met." You noted and she smiled again making your cold heart melt.

"Frost had the pleasantries of meeting you first." Caitlin said making you chuckle remembering those as your own words.

"Would you like to go get some proper dinner? Blaze said the food was bad." Caitlin offered making you smile. "Jitters has great iced coffee." You said making her chuckle.

"Let's go." You stepped out of the cell taking a deep breath feeling an odd sense of relief wash over you. You hadn't been free in so long you had forgotten what it felt like, first it was mind control then it was being locked up.

"You good?" Caitlin asked seeing you pause almost immediately. "I forgot what it's like being your own person. Being able to make your own choices." You said not seeing the sad smile Caitlin had.

You let out a short laugh at the overwhelming feeling then pulled Caitlin into a tight hug which she reciprocated even if caught off guard.

"I think we should get iced coffees to celebrate." You suggested and she nodded as you began walking out of S.T.A.R. Labs again.

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Body Heat | Dick Grayson

↪ one-bed trope prompt: there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

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The room was frigid. Your teeth chattered as you struggled to warm yourself up by vigorously rubbing your hands up and down your arms. Glancing around the hotel room that you and Dick were sharing while out of town for a Wayne Enterprises event, you didn’t expect the heat to barely work in such a nice hotel.

The bathroom door opens to reveal Dick strutting out in his boxers, toothbrush in his mouth. He walks over to the bed he was taking for the few nights you’d spend here and check his phone. He glances over and sees you shuddering.

“I can hear your teeth clacking together from here.” Dick chuckled, tilting his head back so toothpaste doesn’t seep from the corners of his mouth.

With a low growl, you flip him off.

“I’m sorry that I’m not a human radiator… Dick.” You grumble.

Dick’s hand falls to his chest. “Did you just insult me?”

“What are you going to do about it?!” You exclaim. Dick smiles in satisfaction and returns to deposit his toothbrush and swish his mouth. You crawl under the ill-feeling blankets. They were even colder. A string of curses falls from your mouth as you struggle to bring the fitted sheet to your shoulders. You were appalled at how Dick could walk around this freezing hotel room in nothing but boxers. You had your pants on, a long-sleeve shirt, and your fuzzy socks.

Dick returns and falls into the bed with a comfortable sigh. He cockily extends his hands behind his head and crosses one foot over the other. “It’s a little warm in here.” He comments, knowing it annoyed you. He knew Bruce was serving the two of you by sticking you together. Jason argued that he should’ve roomed with you but with Dick’s Gotham-sized crush on you, it was hard to make him pass up the opportunity.

“You… Are… The worst.” You say between shakes. Dick inhaled and decided to help you out.

“You know body heat works best.”

Your attention piques as you twist over your shoulder to look at him. “What?”

“Body heat. The best form of heat you can get.”

“What are you trying to insinuate?” You narrow your eyes.

Dick chuckles. “Well, I was going to suggest climbing under the sheets with you and supplying you my skin that you call a radiator. But I can stay over here and let your teeth clink together all night-”

“No!” You cut him off. “Please. I’m freezing.”

Dick smiles and leaves his bed to enter yours. He pulls back the covers and raises an eyebrow. “Shirt’s gotta go.”

Your eyes widen. “What? You’ll see my boobs! No!”

“Not the first time I’ve seen them. Remember when I accidentally walked in on you?”

You scoff and rise, taking your shirt off. Thankfully you wore a sports bra. Dick smirks and gets under the sheets with you. “Pants off.”

“I really don’t see why that’s necessary…” But the words die off your tongue the moment Dick’s extremely warm hand touches your waist. You kicked them off in record time. Once you did, Dick wrapped his arms around you from behind. Your back pressed into the hard surface of his chest, and immediately, warmth soared from your shoulders to your toes.

You wiggled into his embrace, eliciting a deep grunt from behind.

“Careful, baby.” He says huskily into your ear. “I’ll warm you up in a very not-so-friendly way if you keep wiggling your ass against my crotch.”

Stifling your giggle, you lay your cheek against his bicep and curl even further into him.

“Thank you,” You hum as the quiet buzzes between your pressed bodies. Dick tightens his arms around you and nuzzles his mouth into the crook of your neck where he gently blows warm air across your neck, eliciting goosebumps to pepper your skin.

“Anything for you, princess.” He chuckles, plopping a not-so-friendly kiss on your neck.

“You know, Dick,” you sigh. “You doing that makes me wonder if you don’t have a teeny tiny crush on me…”

Your words are followed by a yelp when Dick pinches the corner of your hip.

“Is that a yes?” You squeak.

“Go to sleep.” Dick sighs.

“YOU DO!” You gasp.

Dick squeezes his arms tightly around you, silencing your laughter with another kiss to your shoulder, one that slowly turns into him skating his lips up to your neck, until finally you’re twisting in his embrace and planting a hot one right on the center of his mouth.

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wandixx · 4 months

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one-shot snippet

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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#it's been in my wips for some time and i wanted to finish it before posting anything #but my creative brain don't want to kick in lately and i really wanted to share something about this idea so here you are #later Duke kinda trains Dani #they hang out #Dani gets a new alias and makes minor costume changes #i had it all drawn and can't wait to share with y'all but i need to finish writing first so you know a context #dc x dp #thoughts?#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #one shot #writing wip #fanfic #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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ciaraswritings · 1 year

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Unexpected.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes, emotional distress, physical exhaustion, pregnancy. 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K words

Summary: Batmom! reader finds out she is pregnant a short time after marrying Bruce Wayne, not in the most pleasant of ways. Telling him won't be easy, but Alfred gives her some encouragement.

Author's note: After four hours of work, I deem my first fanfiction suitable for posting. Thank you for all the support. I hope you enjoy.

It'd been two months since that beautiful, blissful, romantic day. Actually, two months, two weeks, and one day. But who was counting, right?

The newspapers were. Headlines of gossip news, huge block letters in bold, depicted that I had been spotted at the gym alone again, also describing their support for my "weight loss journey" since I had been "losing my figure". I had been reading this article over and over for about an hour. Damn. I inspected the black and white photo of myself in leggings and a tank top. The worst part about, well, everything, is that they were right. I was losing my figure, noticeably.

I didn't even notice Alfred behind me until he spoke. "No matter how many times you read them, the words are not going to change, ma'am."

I jumped slightly. I hadn't been sleeping or eating well at all, my back and chest ached too much to relax, and heartburn hit me like a batarang after meals. I think I had gotten thirty hours of sleep in the last week, and maybe one meal a day. "Thank you, Alfred. Do you know when dinner will be ready?"

"In a half hour, ma'am." The butler moved to the other end of the kitchen table to face me. "Those words in the paper are words that all who love you disagree with."

Alfred's words touched me if only a little, and I set down the paper. "Thank you, I think I'm going to take a walk."

He looked concerned, but just for a moment. "Alright, ma'am. Try not to be late, the chicken may be devoured."

Chuckling, I stepped out into the early evening light. I would not be late for dinner, living with five hungry men teaches you a lot. The sunlight embraced me, bathing me in its gentle rays, glimmering over my face. I felt positively glorious. Closing my eyes, I soaked it in. My husband would soon be home to kiss me and keep an arm around my waist. The simple thought of his touch made my mouth stretch into a smile. Five more minutes, and I'll go in.

Five minutes turned into twenty. Being amongst the blooming flowers and the busy insects kept me occupied. Not only that, but a sudden headache had overtaken me. I sat in the grass, unladylike, watching the bees collect their last supply of nectar from the flowers for the day. Grass stains never bothered me anyway. I knew time was getting away from me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to focus on anything. I didn't want to go inside because I didn't want bedtime to arrive. It was too painful to even think about. My head and back reminded me of that even now.

My vision blurred slightly, I could only focus on a single flower on the bushes before me, bees continuing to fly around it. This was nice. I couldn't focus on a single thing, or think about anything, or worry.

I felt myself fall, sort of, to the ground. Fall was the best word I know to describe it. I was already sitting on the ground, but my muscles suddenly felt like pudding. My head bumped to the grass and laid to rest. Terror gripped my heart and throat for a single second before everything just... relaxed. My vision went next, but I was okay with that. This was so relaxing. I wanted to stay.

...

"Madam. Madam (Y/N)!" The voice came from... maybe a mile away. Maybe. Maybe ten miles. Maybe a hundred.

"(Y/N), madam (Y/N)!" Something cold was on my face. Ugh. I don't like that. The wind bit and stung at where the cold wetness was on my cheek. Ouch.

"Wake up, madam!" No. I don't want to. Go away. But the voice sounds scared.

I slowly, slowly, with great effort, opened my eyes. Instantly they closed again. My friend the butler was hovering over me. What was his name again?

"Mom!" New voice. Go the hell away. I open my eyes again.

"I'm here, I'm fine." Sitting up took much more strength than opening my eyes, but I managed to do so. Dick and Alfred worriedly stare at me. "I was just taking a nap."

"That wasn't a nap, it looked like you passed out." Dick was the one with the cold wet cloth. He put it to my head again. I gave him a withering glare, and he pulled it away again, looking apologetic.

"It was a nap, of course I didn't pass out. Now let me return to it," I waved my hand in no particular direction, trying to shoo them away like mice.

"I am afraid I cannot allow you to sleep on the cold ground in nothing but your loungewear, ma'am." Alfred took the cloth from Dick and put it to my forehead.

Lord, they were being so annoying, I just wanted to go back to sleep. My eyelids drooped and my words slurred. "Bed hurts too much right now... just come back later..." my head finally dropped forward as vision began to diminish again.

I couldn't really tell what they said next. What I could remember was, "Inside now... call the... when they can see her..." and "...got her... go and tell him... I've got it..."

The sensation of being lifted did not startle my dozing. Neither did the shouting, nor the feeling of hands on my face. I had earned this sleep, and I was going to... enjoy... it...

...

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. It wasn't time. Please don't let it be time. I peeked a glance at my watch. Eight in the morning on a Sunday? Yeah, back to sleep we go.

Before I could return to my dreamless sleep, I became aware of unidentified breathing beside me. Was that Titus? Or maybe Alfred. Maybe I had been kidnapped. Did I care? Hell to the no. All I cared about at this present moment was slumber. If I was kidnapped, I could sleep all I wanted while I waited for them to rescue me.

Then, like a train, uninvited and on its own, the back pain hit my lower body. I couldn't help the moan of discomfort that tore from my throat.

Instantly, a hand went to my forehead. It felt so cold against my warm head. I'd better see who this person with the cold hands is and tell them to go stick their fingers in a campfire before touching me again.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn't even in the garden anymore. Alfred, I told you I wanted to stay on the ground. But it wasn't Alfred who had put freezing digits on my forehead. It was my husband, my dearest Bruce, my wonderful partner in... crime didn't seem like a good choice of words. His worried blue eyes bored into my sleep-deprived (Y/C) eyes. Ouch, that gaze made my headache come back.

"Hello. Go warm your hands up," I told the love of my life before closing my eyes again. The light from the window seemed to be penetrating my very brain.

"My hands are warm," replied the bearer of freezing fingers.

"Please, feels like your hands went to the Artic circle for winter vacation." My stubborn retort took a lot out of me, but I could practically hear his small smile.

"There's my girl," he murmured. I opened my eyes again to smile at my wonderful... freezing... man.

"Yeahhh, your girl's going back to dreamland. Night night." I grunted at the pain stabbing me in the back, the throbbing in my head, and the emptiness in my stomach.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Stay right here. The doctor's going to be here at ten, you should freshen up a bit."

I opened one eye to glare unhappily at him. "Don't need a doctor. Need a nap."

His chuckle annoyed me to the very core, almost scaring away the shooting pains in my back. "I'm sorry, but this needs to happen. Do you know how worried we all were when we heard you had fainted in the garden? The boys hardly wanted to go on patrol, they wanted to look after you."

"The boys didn't want to go on patrol? You didn't want to look after me?" I glared playfully at my handsome knight. "And I didn't faint... just took a nap."

"On the cold hard ground?" His questioning gaze made me open both my eyes.

"Yes, it felt nice on my back."

"Does your back still hurt, sweetheart?"

"Yes, it still hurts."

"And you didn't feel like sleeping in the bed?"

"The hell is this, an interrogation?"

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Go away," I retorted, closing my eyes. "I have to go to work, no time for doctors."

"I called and told them you can't come in this week."

"This... this is why I married you."

It didn't take long to fall back into blissful, painless paradise. Bruce left me alone, but I knew he was close by, watching over me. The mansion was so quiet and peaceful, I knew the boys were fast asleep.

Much too soon, I was being kissed awake.

"Darling, Doctor Thompkin's here. It's time to wake up." Bruce's forehead kisses were, for the very first time in our relationship, annoying.

"Ugh." I rolled over to escape, my back cracking.

"Upsy daisy." He stroked my back, gently massaging my painfully aching muscles.

Sitting up took all the strength I had, and yet I had to find more to answer the questionnaire the doctor was springing upon me. Bruce stepped out mid-examination to answer a phone call, leaving the woman to observe my body and take into consideration my answers to her questions. Her questions seemed endless. "Have you been out of the country in the last month?"

"No."

"Have you been feeling depressed or hopeless?"

"No."

"Are you on any medications?"

"No."

"Do you or any family members have history of scoliosis?"

"No."

"History of heartburn?"

"No."

"When was your last menstrual cycle?"

"It's marked on the calendar, couple pages back."

"Do you know what year it is?"

I gave her a funny look. "Of course I do, what's wrong with you?" Now I feel bad for saying that, but I certainly didn't in the moment.

The doctor chuckled, her friendly eyes had laughter lines around them. "Just wanted to make sure you're still with me. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been on birth control?"

"Couple months. I went on it during our honeymoon."

"During?"

"Yes, we realized condoms and plan B weren't as convenient as the pill."

"I'm going to need a blood sample and then we're done here. I'll be in touch with the results. You don't seem to be suffering from scoliosis, but I'll contact you about x-rays to confirm. I haven't made a house call in a long time, or practiced family medicine, but I'll do everything I can to make sure we get to the root of this."

"Okay."

The blood draw seemed to take longer than I remembered blood draws taking. The prick of the needle didn't disturb the haze of sleepiness that still surrounded me. The woman's departure signaled another wave of sleepiness to wash over me. Bruce and Alfred were showing the doctor out as my head hit the pillow. Pain shot up my back, but sleep had already captured me.

Tomorrow turned into today, and then today became yesterday. It felt like I slept the whole Monday, skipping work and family dinner. Tuesday morning came with sunshine and kisses from my darling husband as I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hi," I smiled at him. One of Bruce's arms was holding me almost loosely as he lay next to me in the white sheets. He looked worn and tired from a long night of patrol. I sniffed him. Good, he had showered.

"Hello." His tired kiss on my lips was slowly waking me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I told him. My smile was getting bigger and my world was waking up. I traced the shape of his exhausted eyes. "Close your eyes. Sleep."

"Mmph." His eyes closed and his body relaxed under my touch. Normally, Bruce was the one to hold me tight and kiss me to sleep, to caress my body and keep me safe. Looking over his body, I realized that he had been through a difficult night of patrol. A stitched gash across his back, an unhappy bruise on his jaw, scratches on his forearms. Worrying about my "condition" probably hadn't helped him stay alert out there in the dangerous night of Gotham. Guilt washed over me. My arms protectively wrapped around my dearest husband, my lips pressing to his forehead. Today, I was going to keep him safe, I was going to comfort him through his slumber.

...

Bruce's snoring wasn't exactly a lullaby, so I was up and about after a few hours. The boys were crashed in their rooms and Alfred was busy baking something that smelled like chocolatey deliciousness. I was looking over the morning paper, again, skimming for any mention of my family or I. Unhealthy habit, you could say. I was curled up in an armchair next to the bed, keeping the rustling of the newspaper pages to a minimum.

Vibrations of Bruce's cell phone made me look up. As silently as I could, I leaped up and grabbed the phone from the bedside table on Bruce's side. My husband's sleep was important to me, and if I had it my way, nothing at all would disturb it, not even nightmares.

I carried the cell phone out of the bedroom and glanced at the caller ID. Doctor Thompkins. Results. Yes. This wasn't the first time I had answered my husband's phone, so I wasn't going to feel guilt over finding out my own test results. "Hello?"

"(Y/N), hello. I'm calling with your results."

"Tim's been telling everyone in the family it's yellow fever, please prove him wrong."

"Hah, no, it is not yellow fever... I'd say it's something a little more... serious."

I stiffened. My aching back didn't like that. "What's up?"

"We spoke about your history with birth control, but we need to talk about it again. It would seem that there was some window of time where you and Bruce were not using protection."

My backache must've hit my brain, because looking back, I can't believe I didn't catch on. "Bruce gave me a disease?"

"Not a disease. You're pregnant, (Y/N). I can't make an estimate on how many weeks you are, but I'm going to give you the contact information for an OBGYN. Make an appointment as soon as you can. Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne."

...

When Bruce woke up, I had to apologize to him for his cracked cell phone screen. I told him the truth, that I'd dropped it, but I didn't explain that it was from shock. He told me it was alright, that he'd pick up a new one, but he wasn't quite sure why I looked so very upset over dropping his phone. That would explain itself in time.

I didn't eat a thing at dinner that night, despite my full plate and coaxing from my family. Even the finest cut of steak is unappealing when something like that is on one's mind.

Who wouldn't overthink a thing like this? Pregnant, after a literal two months of marriage? Pregnant, while caring for four boys that you saw as your sons? Pregnant, after your husband had told you he didn't want anymore children? Pregnant, after you had both tried to be careful? Pregnant, to one of the greatest vigilantes and most successful businessmen in the world? Pregnant. I am pregnant. I might have my husband's baby.

"Mom!"

My head jerked up and I was greeted by five concerned faces.

"Ma, you look like you're in another world," Jason forked a piece of potato.

"Maybe I am in another world, Jay-Jay." I smiled slightly before standing. Ten eyes observed my every move.

"Ummi, where are you going?" Damian, the one who I expected would be the least concerned, watched me with huge, worried eyes.

"I think I need to sleep more. I will see you all tomorrow morning." I kissed every head at the table, my lips lingering on my husband's forehead. He rested his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. I think he noticed my hesitance, but I didn't stop to think about it or explain. My back only permitted me to walk up the stairs, but if I could've run, I would've.

Once Bruce and the boys had left for their night of patrol, I breathed again. Laying on the bed, clutching my pillow to my chest, trying to rehearse how I would address the situation to Bruce, it took a lot out of me. "Bruce, I need to tell you something," I mumbled. "No... Bruce, we need to talk."

"Madam, I am not sure if you have noticed, but Master Bruce is not here." Alfred's voice startled me for the second time this week.

"I wish he was. I'm sorry, I'm... practicing." I tried to give my friend a reassuring smile but it came out as a grimace.

"Good luck, madam," Alfred set down a cup of tea on my bedside table and gave me a genuine Alfred smile. Before he was out of the room, he turned back and looked me dead in the eye. "Master Bruce loves you very much, Madam (Y/N). He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink."

I looked straight back into this wonderful gentleman's eyes. "Thank you."

...

I tried to sleep through the night, I really did. When dawn and my boys arrived, I was still wide awake, not having slept a wink. I trotted down the stairs to the batcave, taking extra care not to trip. Once on the floor, we went through our post-patrol routine of inspecting each one of my boys. First Damian, who shrugged me off several times before allowing me to look over him, then Tim, who accepted my worrying for what it was, then Jason, who pretended to be annoyed for show, then Dick, who looked over me as carefully as I looked over him, then finally Bruce, who would not stop kissing me, barely giving me a chance to check him for injuries.

No one was truly hurt, but all but one were tired as they pulled off their suits. The boys trudged upstairs to their rooms, but my husband carried me valiantly up the stairs to our place in the master bedroom, like a knight carrying his princess.

Once the bedroom door was shut and he had set me down, I was instantly on my back laying on the bed, Bruce's lips showing affection to my neck and collarbone. A soft, throaty moan left my mouth as my husband kissed me, his hands working their way over my body. I was clothed in my favorite outfit of a tank top and leggings, and I knew they were at risk of being torn from my torso and limbs if I allowed this to continue. Besides... I had to tell Bruce.

"Darling..." the word I said was half-moaned. "Darling, please, you need to shower."

"I thought you liked my scent?" Bruce chuckled, looking up at me, his hands working their way up my shirt.

"Mmm, I do, but you are going to dirty our sheets that Alfred worked so hard to wash."

"You have a valid point, but I don't like it." Bruce grinned and pulled off the little clothing he wore. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, watching him make his way to the shower. If I hadn't had such a burden on my mind, I would've joined him. I could hear him muttering insults at the slippery bar of soap that his large fingers always seemed to have trouble grasping, and it made me smile. My hand absentmindedly rested on my stomach and I wondered if his child would have the same troubles as their father.

Bruce's shower was shorter than usual. Much shorter than if I had been in there with him. Chuckling, I made room for my knight in the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, or dry his hair. Bruce climbed on top of me, drops of water falling from his hair to my chest. His lips reattached to mine, devouring the kiss like a wild man. I knew what he had on his mind from the way he caressed my body, and I had to put a stop to it.

"Bruce... Bruce, wait."

Concerned eyes met mine. "(Y/N)?"

Alfred's words replayed in my mind. He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. I stared into the beautiful blue eyes I had grown to take comfort in. "Bruce, Doctor Thompkins diagnosed me."

Instantly, his desire was forgotten. Bruce sat back on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me, darling, what is it?"

His arms made me feel so safe. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink. "I... you need to expect the unexpected."

"So I'm guessing it's not yellow fever, since that's what Tim expects," Bruce smiled. The gentle attempt at humor didn't lift the worry in his eyes.

"Heh, no... not exactly. It's... it's a baby." The last three words were much quieter than the others.

Bruce looked at me quizzically. "I don't think I heard you correctly."

"A baby," I honestly voiced my diagnosis, somewhat fearfully looking into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Bruce's glare pierced mine. He gently slid me off his lap and set me on the bed before standing and walking to the window to silently stare out of it. His breathing had changed, his body was stiff, everything about him seemed cold and hardened.

My worst fears bit and tore at my heart, anxiety gripping my throat like a murderer. Oh Lord, he doesn't want me anymore. I didn't know whether to go to him, or leave the mansion, or stay in the bed, or cry, or speak. So I just waited, for a full two minutes, staring at my husband's scarred back. After waiting that long, tears began to prick at my eyes. I finally laid down and curled into the cold sheets. "I'm sorry."

I heard him turn. "What are you sorry for?"

"Not paying attention to my birth control. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," my tears left wet spots on the pillowcase. I closed my eyes tightly.

Then I felt his weight on his side of the bed, he was laying beside me. Bruce collected me into his arms, tilting my chin up, asking me silently to look at him. I opened my wet eyes.

"I'm not angry with you. I'm thinking about it. Just let me think." Bruce's rough, calloused fingers brushed against my peach soft cheek.

"Okay." I closed my eyes to fight back angry, hot tears. He pulled me to his chest, holding me to himself. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.

He must've held me like that for an hour before he finally, finally spoke. "Well, this isn't what I thought two months into our marriage would look like."

My tears had left stains on his chest. Only a surge of bravery made me look up at him. "Yeah."

He looked down at me, smiled, kissed my lips, and I felt my husband's love course through my body. He may have turned me away physically, but he had never turned me away emotionally. I sat up on his lap, straddling him, my forehead resting on his, my hands on his cheeks. "I love you."

"And I love you," Bruce's fingers brushed against my waist. He seemed hesitant, and his eyes met mine. "May I?"

I was confused for a moment, but then I realized and nodded, beaming. "Yes."

His large hand rested on my stomach. The wheels in his head were still turning, but they had calmed, and they were only turning in the name of love.

"Expect the unexpected."

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hiii! can i request reader being a vigilante and also jason’s ex? they’re on the same mission/have to work together and reader gets injured or smn?

thank you so much! I love your writing!

thanks for requesting! this turned into a whole ass one shot 😭 hope you like ❤️

jason todd x gn!reader. tw: fighting, exes, physical violence, reader is captured but they're fine, jason is NOT over you (and he doesn't want to be), making up, fluffy ending. 2k words (lol)

****

The Cave is exactly how you remember. Foolishly, you thought maybe it would've rotted after you broke up with Jason.

That's certainly how you felt.

But no. It's the same, and the other Bats are the same. Dick and Tim are there, probably because you're the most familiar with them... after your ex, of course... and Barbara already pushed the envelope by contacting you.

Still, Gotham is your city too. And if the Bats need an extra set of hands to protect the city, then so be it.

"Hey, glad you could make it," Dick says warmly.

At times, you envy how easygoing he can be. Even though he can have a temper, Dick Grayson, for the most part, shakes hands like a politician. He doesn't burn bridges. He doesn't hold grudges, at least not publicly.

You, on the other hand, are perhaps too much like his younger brother: you absolutely hold grudges, and you don't let go easily.

"Hi, guys," you say, trying to be civil. "What's up?"

"So—"

The roar of a motorcycle pulling into the Cave cuts Tim off. Quick anger soars through you as Red Hood dismounts the bike. He takes off his helmet.

You haven't seen Jason in a year. Judging by his physique, the breakup did not take a toll on him. If anything, he seems bigger than you remember. Asshole.

You can pinpoint the moment that he finally sees you, and he stops in his tracks.

"Oh, boy," you hear Tim mumble.

Jason is silent. You cross your arms, keeping your face neutral.

"I didn't know you worked with the Bats, Hood. Thought you flew solo."

Jason is quiet for another moment. Then he speaks.

"Things change."

"Clearly."

"Anyway!" Dick says, clapping his hands. "Pretty straightforward mission. Drugs, warehouse, bad guys, et cetera. We have to clear out these shipments tomorrow night, or they'll hit the streets, and we'll be too late. Robin and I will take Gotham Heights. Signal, Black Bat, and Red Robin will take downtown. And, um, you two can clear out the Bowery."

"Hood can handle the Bowery himself," you say. "Gimme another section."

Jason scoffs. You glance at him.

"Something funny?" you ask, teeth grit.

"Once again, you're biting off more than you can chew," he says, hands on his waist. "It's stupid and you're gonna get yourself into trouble. Just clear out the Bowery with me. Plenty of room for both of us."

"I don't know if you know this, but I actually do pretty okay on my own. Just because you're one of Batman's special little prodigies doesn't mean the rest of us can't get by."

You glance at the others. "No offense."

"None taken," Tim says. "You're far better adjusted than us, no contest."

Jason rolls his eyes. "C'mon. You don't have anything to prove to us. We know you're capable, but these guys are rough. We team up for safety."

"Oh, now you care about being a part of a team?" you snap. "You didn't give a shit when it was me asking—no, begging you and Roy to help me with the League mission in Sydney."

Jason's jaw tenses. "That was different."

"Guys, I think we should—"

"Why? Because you only get your hands dirty locally?" you ask, shaking with anger.

"Because if I had gotten involved, it would've put a target on your back," Jason says icily. "You would've been killed. You were nowhere near ready to take on the League. I wouldn't have been able to protect you and fight them."

"You know, right there, you sounded just like Bruce. Did you take tips from him?"

Silence. Jason's boiling with anger, you can tell.

"Bruce wouldn't have had the sense to stop you from going," he finally says, tone even. "He's not too good at that."

"Bruce would've cared enough to back me up. And he wouldn't have driven a wedge between me and my team."

It's just words; there's no way to know whether Batman would've actually backed you up. Probably not, considering his history. But it hurts Jason, and you take the moment to whirl around to look at Dick and Tim, who are wildly uncomfortable. Dick looks sad.

"It's better to team up," Dick says gently.

You bristle. "Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow."

You stalk out of the Cave.

Stupid fucking exes. Stupid fucking vigilantes.

****

"Okay, just to make things clear..."

"In and out. Report at the Cave," you say, tightening your equipment. "I got it, Nightwing. Over and out."

You silence your comm before he can respond. You're tired of their voices.

Thankfully, Jason has taken the hint and is on the opposite end of the Bowery. Which means you can slip away in peace.

You did this as a favor for Barbara, but now you're seriously rethinking getting reinvolved with the Bats. It never ends well.

The warehouses on the East End of Old Gotham are no problem. You clear out five within an hour. You check the comm briefly. It's pretty much silent, so you turn it off and keep going.

The West End, however, is a little harder.

Because you're only one person, someone figures out your pattern. You're clobbered over the head before you can drop in through the roof.

This is the last time you do a favor for anybody in Gotham.

****

You wake up tied to a chair. Your head pounds, and your lip is bloody. Not good.

"—way the Bat will show. They're a nobody vigilante."

"Tony, you're a fuckin' idiot if you think Batman doesn't know exactly what the fuck goes on in this city. Swear to God, I shoulda left you with Mom in Boise. Nothing but cotton in your head."

"Oh, fuck off, Al, you'd still be droolin' on your couch crying over Marie if I hadn't come back to Jersey."

"You little—"

"Very sorry to interrupt this family spat," you say. "But I'm on a tight schedule here, so if you could just speed things up..."

"Smartass, huh?" Al asks, waving a gun. "I wouldn't be so bold tied to a chair, toots."

"Toots? Are you a hundred years old?"

Tony snickers. Al glares at him and stalks over to you. He doesn't hesitate before whacking you upside the head with his gun. Your ears ring, and you hunch forward.

"Watch your mouth," he growls, and you're in too much pain to come up with a response to that.

Presently, you realize that your earbud is out of your ear. Probably destroyed. You have no other way of sending a distress signal. By the time you miss the report at the Cave, it'll be too late.

You were a failure then, and you're a failure now. Even your ex-boyfriend took pity on you.

Jason. God, look at how you'd left things. How his face had fallen when you'd called him Bruce. He used to love Bruce, and you know exactly what happened that changed that. And you used it against him.

Now you're facing the consequences. This is your own damn fault.

"Load everything into the truck," Al says into a walkie. "Then move out. Tell the others the same."

There's a crackled reply. Then shouting. Then silence.

You look up in surprise. Al curses and points at you.

"Stay here and watch them," he orders Tony.

"But Al, what if Batman comes here?"

"That's what guns are for, you freakin' idiot!"

You snort. As if guns could stop any of them, much less Batman.

But whatever. These guys probably didn't go into selling drugs because of their big IQs.

Tony and five other men stay to guard you. You work on trying to slip out of the handcuffs and rope.

Bang!

The first gunshot hits one goon in the leg. A second gets hit in the shoulder. Hip. Foot. Opposite leg.

Red Hood steps out of the shadows, then. Tony immediately looks sick.

"H-Hood? This ain't your territory, what're you—"

"You've got something of mine, Lewis," Jason says, voice smooth and dangerous.

Tony decides that, fuck his brother, he's getting out of here alive, and runs. Jason doesn't pay him any mind, instead walking to you.

He cuts the ropes first, then picks the handcuffs. Jason roughly rubs your wrists and ankles, pushing blood back into your extremities.

"What're you doing?" you ask. "Go get him. He's meeting his brother downtown."

You can't see Jason's expression through the helmet, but if looks could kill...

"Hood—"

"What. The hell. Is wrong with you."

You scowl. "I didn't come here for a fucking lecture."

"Well, you're gonna get one. This wasn't the plan. And you turned off your comm? Are you trying to get yourself killed? You have a death wish or something?"

"It didn't make sense to put both of us in the Bowery—"

"You could've died tonight!" Jason yells.

"And wouldn't you have liked that!" you snap back. "Proves the fact that I'm a failure quite nicely."

Jason tears off his helmet. His eyes are wide with anger and... guilt. Helplessness.

He's afraid.

"Don't you fucking say that," he says lowly. "I'd rather die again than find your body."

"What the fuck do you care?" you snarl. "I'm not your responsibility, remember? What does it matter if I dropped off the face of the earth?"

"Because I still love you!"

All of your anger drains.

Your body buzzes like it wants to feel him again. Traitor.

"That would kill me," Jason finishes quietly. "And I wouldn't come back from that death."

Your mouth feels like you swallowed chalk. And bees.

"You love me?" you whisper.

"You're hard to get over," he says. "Still haven't managed it."

"But... you said our breakup was for the best."

Jason sighs. His anger fades. "It was. I was a jackass. I let my shit with Bruce and the Pit and everything get in the way of what was important. Which is you."

"You were good to me, Jay," you say. "And we were okay. Till... till Sydney."

Jason winces. "I should've handled it better. And I should've treated you better."

"You're a good man, Jason. I don't regret my relationship with you. I regret it ending."

He looks at you. His face is twisted in pain.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he says. "And you're not a failure. Not even close."

You scoff, your eyes wet. "Aren't I? Couldn't even handle a simple drug bust."

"No, you're not. Nothing about what we do is simple, even if we're gaslit into thinking so. In this life, you need someone to watch your back. Even B doesn't work alone."

You try to stand, suddenly feeling like a raw nerve. You stand up too fast, though, and blood rushes to your head. You might also be mildly concussed.

Jason immediately slips an arm around your waist as you teeter forward and puts you upright.

"Easy, sweetheart," he says, and doesn't let go until you're steady.

You raise a brow. Jason grimaces.

"Sorry. Force a' habit."

You scoff, suddenly shy. "Habit, huh? Still think of me as your sweetheart?"

"Never stopped."

You roll your eyes, but it's fond now. "Anybody ever tell you you don't know how to move on?"

"Mm. I've heard it once or twice."

Your lips tingle. You've missed kissing him.

"I'm sorry I compared you to Bruce," you say. "You're nothing like him."

Jason shrugs. "Some of me is exactly like him. The fact that I didn't put a bullet in anybody's brain even though they kidnapped you isn't me at all. But I forgive you. And I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't know the Sydney mission had festered so much."

"It's okay, Jay. You're right, I wasn't ready to take down the League or kill anybody. I'm grateful you stopped me."

Jason takes a careful step forward, eyes darting to your lips. You smirk.

"Hot for communication, are we?" you ask.

"Oh," he says, suddenly reticent. "Sorry. Too forward. Shit. I've... I've just missed you so much. I thought maybe you—that there was a vibe—but if there isn't, then—"

You take the last step and kiss him, and your lips buzz in satisfaction. Jason kisses back just as eagerly, hands flying to your waist and squeezing. But his hands roam, holding and cupping like he's been starved for the last year.

"I missed you too, Jaybird," you say between kisses.

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