#deathstroke's son reader
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Hello, I would like to make an order so it is not a bother.
I wish it was tim drake x male reader.
I would like the reader to be the son of deathstroke and for the two to be in a relationship, but for none of the members of the batfamily to know about the relationship (for obvious reasons)
I would like the batfam to be on a mission and for the reader to be seriously injured and for tim to care about him without caring that others find out about their relationship.
If you could do some scenes of how they met, along with some "fluff" scenes (either in some flashback or during the reader's recovery from his injuries) and the reactions of the members of the batfam (maybe slade as well, rose or respawn) would be awesome.
Also, if you want to make it inspired by a comic or that the reader has some power, no problem.
I hope I have not bothered you.
First love to change the world (Tim Drake x M!Reader)
whoo requests are back!
Am I super proud of this? not really but it's cute and it was hella fun to write anyways.
Also it took me forever to come up with a name for the reader's villain persona that matched Deathstroke so yall better enjoy it/j
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The first time you met Tim Drake was when he was going by Red Robin. You'd met a few times and he'd been the bane of your existence.
You were just trying to live your life, even if that life was as a mercenary and gun for hire.
Tim had tried to stop you from completing your job a few times, sometimes he succeeded, mostly he didn't.
It was on a quiet night in paris- one of the times he hadn't managed to stop you from getting to your target- that he sat down on the roof from which you sniped down someone's former employee. You tried not to ask too many questions about your targets. It made the job easier.
"Why do you do it? What did that man do that he deserved to die?" He asked and you shrugged as you slung your rifle over your back.
"I don't ask. I wouldn't be a good killer if I let my heart stop me from doing jobs" You told him quietly and he looked at you almost pitifully.
"You're not like him. You don't enjoy hurting people, so why do you do it?" He asked and you stared him down.
"Like who?" You ask even though you knew exactly who Tim was referring to.
"You're not like Deathstroke" He said as he stood up to block your way and you laughed.
"And you're not like Batman. If he was here I'd be in handcuffs already" You said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You lowered your voice as you walked past him.
"You're weak." You said and he grabbed your wrist.
"Why did you kill that man?" He asked you and you pulled your wrist free.
"It's what some rich asshole paid me to do, why do you care? If you're not going to try and arrest me leave me alone." You told him but before you could leave he grabbed your shoulder.
"You don't have to waste your life killing people" He said, trying to convince you but you shrugged his hand off.
"Not many places will have the wanted son of the most renowned mercenary in the underworld, but thanks for the life advice Tim" You said and jumped to the next rooftop.
He looked at you bewildered and you smirked.
You'd run into Tim a few times after that, slowly things became more and more civil- even friendly between the two of you.
You never told anyone, not that you had many friends or family to tell and your father would have had your head for your growing friendship and feelings for Tim.
Tim did the same, none of his brothers or friends knew about his friendship or growing feelings for you. For all his flaws Tim was very good at keeping secrets.
The two of you knew how to keep secrets and communicated in ways that couldn't be tracked by your families: burner phones, secret non regular meeting spots, and flirty bickering when you met on the field. No one suspected a thing.
But all good things had to come to an end.
It wasn't often that you helped your father on missions but when he needed a second man for a job in Gotham you saw no reason not to go. Everything went according to plan until the bats showed up. Batman and Nightwing immediately went after Slade while you intercepted Damian.
You unsheathed your swords and went on the offensive.
"Surrender Deathblade, you don't stand a chance!" Damian said as he blocked with his own sword.
"Against what? The Baby Robin?" You scoffed and continued your offensive.
"I don't think so baby face" You told him before throwing him off his balance and into and alley.
You were about to go help Slade when Nightwing split from his fight with him to stop you.
"You should've stayed home kid" He said as his escrima sticks collided with your swords.
"Nah, but it's- Dad behind you!" You screamed and Slade moved out of the way just in time to avoid Tim's Bo staff.
Dick took the chance to kick you off your balance and you tumbled back and over the ledge of the roof. You quickly pulled yourself up.
"Oh you're gonna pay for that" You said as you wiped blood from your nose away. One of the blood vessels must have ruptured in your tumble along with the bruised rib you felt as you stood back up. You've fought with worse so you simply kept going, racing back to confront Dick again when gunshots rang out and you noticed a nearby window was broken.
"Deathblade, the job's done! We're leaving!" Deathstroke called out to you and you changed course, running in the direction of your father.
He was still fighting Batman when a another shot rang out and you fell to your knees, grasping your side. You recognised the pain immediately but didn't understand where it came from. You saw Slade shoot at Batman- it took you a moment to realize the shot must have ricocheted.
You held your side as the pain expanded and you heaved, looking at your father for help. He was still occupied with Batman but Tim- who had been trying to keep up with his mentor and Slade ran over to you.
"Deathblade!" He yelled as he came to your side.
You pushed him away.
"What are you doing?!" You tried to say, though it sounded more like a groan of pain. What was he doing? Both of your covers were about to be blown!
You tried to push him away but he wasn't having it.
"Y/N let me help you, please" He tried to tell you even as he fought your extended arms.
Tim's soft tone caught both Slade and Bruce's attention and you hissed in pain when he finally got you to lay down.
"They're gonna-" You tried to tell Tim but he cut you off.
"I don't care" Tim said and you didn't fail to notice the glare your father sent your way. Your rouse was up and you knew there was no going back when he used the opportunity to escape.
You cursed under your breath as you were left with Tim and the Bats.
Tim was soft in his actions, he took gauze from his utility belt and wrapped your chest as well as he could on the field. You felt the gazes of the rest of the bats as your boyfriend took such gentle care of you and you wished he hadn't done anything. You wished things could have stayed the same but you knew they were about to change drastically.
The judgemental silence was broken when Tim picked you up bridal style and you knew there was no arguing with him.
"Red Robin, what are you doing?" Batman asked him in the gravelly voice he probably used for interrogating criminals or scolding his robins as it seemed.
"I'm taking him to the cave. He needs medical attention" Tim told him confidently and you wanted to hide your head in the crook of your boyfriend's neck. The entire situation was making you the most uncomfortable you've ever felt.
"Absolutely not! Father Deathblade is a criminal!" Damian said and you groaned.
"A criminal who should have cut your tongue off when he had the chance you little twerp" You said smirking at Damian's enraged appearance.
It was getting harder to focus, you heard more talking but your brain couldn't interpret what they said over the pain in your chest. Tim's arms were so welcoming and you had to fight everything in you just to stay awake.
Soon you felt Tim start moving. You noticed Tim placing you in a car and covering your eyes but you couldn't focus on anything else. You felt Tim's gloved hands run through your hair and you thought you heard him telling you to rest but you weren't sure.
The next thing you know you're laying down on something soft. You could feel the pinch of a needle on your arm and the sound of overlapping voices hitting your ears.
"I'm not going to apologize! He's a good person and he needs our help" You heard Tim's voice say.
"He's a criminal Tim" You heard another voice, one you didn't recognize, respond.
"That's never stopped you" Tim replied and you heard another voice interrupted.
"He's Deathstroke's son" It said.
"I'd suggest you take it easy Mr. Wilson" an older man said. He spoke with a british accent and you had to squint to make out his face.
"L/N." You corrected.
"My name is Y/N L/N- not Wilson" You told him and he nodded, helping you sit up and handing you a cup of water.
"Well then Mr. L/N, you should take it easy. That bullet punctured your lung and you had multiple bruised ribs." He said as he helped you keep the cup to your lips.
"Where am I? Who are you?" You asked and the man- who wore an incredibly fancy black suit sat beside you.
"I am Alfred Pennyworth and at the moment you are in the Batcave" He explained.
"Master Timothy brought you here after you were shot" Alfred continued and you immediately realized what happened.
"I need to go" You said and did your best to get out of bed, you collapsed as soon as you tried to stand on your own. Alfred steadied you.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that at the moment" He said but you tried anyway.
You noticed most of your suit has been cut off and you were left in only your pants as you limped towards where you saw Tim was with his family.
"Deathstroke shot him." Tim said and you heard another voice tut in annoyance as you got closer.
"How long has this been going on?" A voice you assumed belonged to Batman asked and Tim sighed.
"Six months" He said before he strengthened his resolve.
"But he's not like his father. I've seen it. He's just never known anything else from this" Tim said and you cleared your throat.
"He's also right here" you said and Tim's eyes widened as he ran to help you.
"What are you doing?" He asked and you smiled.
"I believe Mr. L/N said he needed to go" Alfred said from behind you.
"Though where you could go with a punctured lung and bruised ribs I wouldn't know" He said and you had to admit that this Alfred was really getting on your nerves.
You coughed as Tim tried to keep you from leaving.
"Tracker-" You said and coughed again.
"In my neck" You breathed out, even with increased healing your body wasn't ready for the amount of energy it would take to simply walk.
"He's gonna- he's gonna come here" You told Tim and he helped you sit down.
"I told you! He's going to lead Deathstroke right to us!" Damian exclaimed but Tim glared at him.
"Shut up Damian, he just warned us. Now go with Alfred and get a med kit" He told his brother before turning his attention back to you.
"Don't worry, we'll get it out" He told you and you sighed.
"You shouldn't have brought me here" You told Tim and he shushed you.
"I wasn't going to leave you to bleed on that roof" He said and you smiled.
"You're too good to me."
"You're important to me, I love you" He said and you chuckled. That was the first time he told you that. The first time anyone told you that they loved you, and in that moment you realized you would do anything for Tim.
"I love you too Bird boy" You said as you pulled him into a soft kiss.
You could feel the uncomfortable gazes and unsaid judgments from Tim's family but you couldn't care less. After all, Tim just saved you.
Alfred came back with the med kit and went to work with your instruction on removing the tracker.
"Why should we trust you?" Batman asked you and you could feel Tim tense beside you.
"Because my father just left me to die. If I had any loyalty to Slade Wilson I wouldn't have told you about the tracker" You told Batman and he nodded.
"I still don't like this, Slade's kids have made a habit of stabbing us in the back" Nightwing said and you scoffed.
"You mean the ones he cares about? Because Slade has about five kids from four different moms and he isn't shy about who his favorites are." Dick stared you down waiting for you to continue and you used all your strength to stand up and face him.
"He doesn't give half a shit about me if that's what you're worried about Grayson." You told him and you saw him flinch at the use of his name. He looked at Tim who shook his head. You'd known Dick's identity long before you and Tim got together.
"How do you know that name?" He asked and Tim helped you sit back down.
"Because my father hates you. Just like I know Damian's name. Or Jason's. You aren't particularly good at hiding your connection. The second someone knows one of you they'll know all of you" You told them and met Batman's eyes through his cowl.
"Either way your secret's safe with me. I don't have any interest in ousting my boyfriend's family as vigilantes" You told them.
Bruce took Tim aside to talk and left you with Dick. He took his mask off and sat down in front of you.
"If you don't like Deathstroke why do you work for him?" He asked and you scowled.
"With him." You corrected.
"I work with him occasionally because we're in the same business. I don't have any loyalty to him because he's a conceited asshole who doesn't care about me" You explained.
Dick took a moment to think.
"Tim said you only kill because you don't know anything else, is that true?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Is this your version of the shovel talk?" You asked and you could see Dick was losing his patience.
"He's my brother and I can see he's happy with you but I still don't trust you." He said and he continued.
"Why do you kill people?" He asked and you took a moment to think. When you answered him your voice was even.
"I wasn't always like this. I used to take protection jobs mostly, bodyguard positions" You explained. "But I couldn't outrun his influence or reputation. Slade is- well his is a big shadow and no matter how much I wish it wasn't the case I'm his son." You explained and pointed to a small faded scar on your side.
"This was from my first job when I was 12, a bullet graze. He taught me hand to hand combat, blades, guns- anything I'd need to follow in his footsteps." You took a pause as you tried to keep your breathing even.
"I've never known anything but this." You told him and met his eyes.
"Tim saw the real me. For the first time in my life someone loves me because they see who I am beyond my family and my abilities and I would do anything for him." You told Dick and held his gaze until he finally responded.
He nodded and stood up.
"I'll help you back to your cot, I'm sure Tim and Bruce will be back soon"
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You spent the next few days resting in the batcave. Bruce was adamant about you not entering the manor and you had no problem staying in the cave. Tim was by your side practically 24/7 and you had to admit that you appreciated the quality time with him.
With your enhanced healing factor your wounds healed quickly and within a few days you were almost fully healed.
You pulled on one of Tim's hoodies.
"You know you don't have to go yet, we could set up a guest room in the manor- or one of the safe houses in the city" Tim said and you smiled kissing his cheek.
"That's sweet of you Bird boy but I have to deal with this sooner rather than later" You told him.
"Comm me if things go wrong" He told you and you chuckled.
"Rose'll be with me so I think I'll be fine but I promise if something does go wrong you'll hear about it" You promised and pulled on a motorcycle jacket over the hoodie.
"This isn't the end love, I'll be back and we'll figure things out" You told Tim and he smiled, pulling you into a final goodbye kiss.
"See you soon Bird boy" You said as you got on the bike and sped out of the cave.
What Tim did on that rooftop changed your life forever but you wouldn't change it for the world.
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Could I get some more yandad slade and yanmom shiva ? Don’t mind this if ya too busy heh
It was time.
Lady Shiva looked at one of the League of Shadows Members that was standing near the console that was connected to the birthing chamber and gave them a nod, making them type away on the console before pulling a lever, signaling the container to drain.
Deathstroke and Shiva were standing before the container that held their son and watched as the green liquid drained out and the artificial cord was disconnected from him, making him cry out with powerful lungs; Deathstroke smiled at this as he walked over to the container and gathered his son in his arms, not caring about the rest of the liquid on his son. The baby stopped crying and opened his eyes - one brown and the other was blue, which made Deathstroke smile even wider.
"Look at those eyes, you are one of a kind, my son." Slade said as his son stopped crying when he looked in his father's eye.
The moment was ruined when the steps of the mother walked over to him with her arms out as if she expected him to hand him the baby.
"Give me my son." Lady Shiva demanded.
"He's my son, too, and I don't want you around him right now." Slade said as he held the baby closer to his chest, not walking Shiva to take the baby away from him.
"I created him." Shiva glared at Slade who smirked at her.
"With my seed. He's my boy and I am going to take care of him for a while." Slade walks past her and looked down at the baby with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, [Son], I'm not gonna let you get fucked up like your elder sister."
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Brotherly Love. D.W J.T
Damian Al-Ghul/Wayne × platonic!twin!reader!
Gender Neutral
This is roughly based on the film "Son of Batman", it just includes the other batbros that were not in the film, and the reader does not know Jason.
Brotherly Love Masterlist <- right here
Warnings:mentions of death/assassins/scars/insecurity
Summary: You and your twin brother go to live with your father after your grandfather's death, but time at Wayne Manor brings soon jeopardizes your relationship.
There is probably some grammatical errors.
~☆~
Tragedy had struck your family, when Deathstroke rained an army upon your home, killing hundreds of your families men, including your uncle, and grandfather. Your mother had hurriedly taken you and your brother Damian away from your home, guiding you to America where you would meet your father for the first time.
A tight feeling had bubbled up in your chest, perhaps it was from you grieving your grandfather, or the sadness from leaving your home, maybe- just maybe it was nervousness from getting to finally meet your father. Your fists tightened as you thought about what was happening, Damian who was sitting next to you took notice immediately, and moved to rest one of his hands upon your own, the contact brought you out of your daze, and you turned to look at Damian who was starting dead ahead.
Damian, your beloved twin brother, whom you loved very deeply. He was your anchor for when the days got too tough, you were a trained assassin you were meant to be cold, but alas you were still a child, and he was too.
Sometimes when the two of you were younger you would sneak out of your respective rooms and get into the other's bed, Talia pretend not to notice, and would never dare to speak a word about it. You and Damian would always read books in his room when you both had time away from training, you'd huddle together as one of you voiced what was happening in the books you read, and eventually whichever one of you was being read to would fall asleep upon the other, the one that was reading doing the same not too long after.
On the nights that Ra's would allow dessert to be served after dinner Damian would give you whatever treat was given to him, he was never one for sweets. Every once and a while the pair of you would venture down to the village or around the Al-Ghul grounds, and talk about anything and everything.
You were brought back out of your thoughts as Talia announced that you had arrived in Gotham, she had told you and Damian to wait whilst she retrieved your father.
Talia had come back with a man, dressed in all black, he had a cape and a mask, he was muscular, not too tall and not too short. You and Damian stood side by side as your mother attempted to flirt with him before breaking the news of Ra's Al-Ghul's death, and how the assassins that killed him would more likely come back. Talia then brought back the curtain that you and Damian hid behind, and finally told him that you were his children.
~☆~
Bruce had tried to bond with the two of you at first, you and Bruce would go out to eat and go shopping, whilst Damian would spend time in the Batcave and accompany Bruce to work. When you had the time you and Damian would still huddle up in the giant library and read to each other at night.
~☆~
After some time Bruce eventually had to stop going on your outings together, too busy as Batman and as a businessman. Instead of Bruce, you started going out with Alfred to visit the shops, before you knew it Damian had become Robin and started going out with Bruce into the night and wouldn't arrive back at the Manor until early morning. A downside to being Robin meant that Damian kept sadly turning down your attempts to hang out, instead he spent even more time in the Batcave either training or doing research. You had already attempted to ask Tim to hangout but he was too busy with Wayne enterprises plus keeping up with his own nighly activities as Red Robin, you also knew there would be no reason to call Dick he was all the way in Blüdhaven also to invested in his own police duties and his Nightwing persona, Jason, whom you hadn't met yet was also off of the table, he and Bruce had to many disagreements between the two of them. So instead you settled for either being alone reading one of the thousand books in the library or helping Alfred with household things, and he was more than happy to spend time with you.
After many futile attempts at trying to get Damian to spend time with you he started to get agitated, telling you to just leave him alone for the night, one night he finally had enough and snapped. It was an hour before Batman and Robin would go out for patrol, dinner had finished not to long before, you stayed back to help Alfred clean up, Damian went with Bruce to go set up things for when they leave, it had been weeks since you had some one on one time with Damian so you went down to the batcave to ask him to read, or really to do anything.
You walked down the stairs that led to the batcave, Damian was taking care of his weapons and Bruce was looking at the computer, you creeped up next to Damian and watched as he polished the baterang's. Of course Damian had seen you, he was an assassin he always knew what was happening around him, he let a sigh come out from his nose, and shifted his weight to the foot that was farthest from you as an attempt to distance himself from you.
"What do you want (Y/N)?" He questioned, finally breaking the silence that had been in the batcave. "I just wanted to see if you would like to join me for an activity, we can do whatever you like." You confessed, hopeful that he would say yes.
Damian set down the baterang he was holding and threw his head back in annoyance.
"Damian has to get ready for patrol (Y/N)." Bruce butted in as he sensed Damians change in attitude, turning around in the chair that he sat in he watched as you glanced at him before looking back at Damian, then back to him.
"But that's in and hour, I just wanted to borrow hi-" You tried to reason before being interrupted by an angry looking Damian. "(Y/N) WILL YOU EVER LEAVE ME ALONE, IM BUSY!" He yelled out at you, your eyebrows knit together as you stared at him, never had he ever yelled at you, let alone been angry at you. Bruce had jumped up from his seat and began walking to you guys to make sure nothing else happens between you.
You had started to back away from Damian, still staring at him with shock on your face, Damians still portraying anger as he stared back. You kept backing up until your feet hit the stairs, as they touched the stairs you turned and fled back up to the Manor, running past Alfred who was bringing tea to Bruce and Damian, all the way until you reached your room. You climbed into bed, curling up under the blankets, your mind was going a million miles per hour, Damian had never been mad at you, were you really that annoying? You just wanted to spend time with him like you've done all your life, was that anxious feeling you had before your arrival to Gotham, some sort of prediction?
Apparently sometime during your heartbroken breakdown you must have passed out, cause you awoke to a knock on the door, you sighed as you got up to answer it, hoping that it would be Damian trying to apologize, as you reached the door and opened it you were met with alfred.
"I've brung you some cookies Mx.(Y/N)." He said as he held put a tray, you grabbed them out of his hands and muttered out a "thank you".
"I do not know what happened, but I am here if you need to talk." He told you, hoping that you weren't as emotionally constipated as the rest of this family, you observed the older man's face, looking for any sign to show that he was lying, but his face held sincerity.
"Damian-" you started, but ended up cutting yourself off. "-yelled at me, he's never done that before." You confessed in a whisper, a little embarrassed that this is what has gotten you so worked up. "Would you like me to talk to him?" The brit questioned, ready to stand up for you.
"No, it's okay Alfred." You rushed out, Damian should apologize on his own terms, once he realized what he did.
"Thanks for the cookies, Alfred." You sighed before whispering out a "goodnight" and closing the door.
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A week later and Damian has yet still not apologized, you had avoided him the entire week as well, and he didn't seem to care. Tim had come by to talk to Bruce and asked if you wanted to go hangout before he left, you told him no, the insecurity of being annoying clouding your mind. Bruce had even come up to your room, and explained that Damian was just "frustrated from working", Bruce even invited you to go out and eat with him like you did when you first arrived, you soon turned him down. Alfred too made attempts to spend time with you, inviting you to cook or garden with him, but all you wanted was to be with your brother.
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This went on for a whole month, you avoiding Damian, and him not even trying to apologize to you. You had eventually left your room to eat with the family again, and would sit in the library or garden reading a book. You had hoped that your mother would come back to you, and take you back home, praying that she had gotten her revenge for Ra's and killed Deathstroke already, you've waited, and waited, and waited, but she still hasn't come back yet, there was no trace of her. You weren't worried that anything had happened to her, she was the child of Ra's Al-Ghul, The Demons Head, he'd been alive for over 500 years, he trained your mother, of course she was fine, you just wished she would come and see you upset, and try to help.
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After a month and a half since you last talked to Damian, you walked down the dark stairs of the enormous Wayne Manor, heading towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea, upon your arrival you grabbed a mug, then put a kettle on the stove. The kettle whistled to announce that the water was done boiling, you place a tea bag into your mug before pouring the water on top, you grabbed your personal likings of sugar and cream to put in it(im southern i literally only put sugar in mine.) , and grabbed a spoon to stir it all together. Once your tea was done you picked up your mug and made your way to the library, on your way there you passed the dining room and seen Alfred sitting with a man, he had black hair with a white streak in the front, a scar running across the side of his face, he was muscular, and wearing a black leather jacket, and black jeans, you caught sight of his eyes, something in them looked familiar, kind of like that mystical green hugh that the Lazarus pit gave your grandfather. Maybe you were going crazy, you've never seen this man in your life, you would know if he had access to the Lazarus pit, you shook your head to get rid of any curious thoughts you had, before glancing at the mysterious man one last time and heading to the library.
There will be a part two to this, maybe even a part three, I hope you enjoyed!
(Part two has been posted!)
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Could I request a Bruce Wayne x son reader(plus batboys if possible) where bruce finds out reader is his bio son and has been under the care of another justice league member(if possible I’d prefer hal Jordan with reader also being a green lantern and Hal’s sidekick) his whole (or at least most of) life (could you also include hal pettily reminding Bruce that reader maybe his bio kid but he is a green lantern not a bat?)
Oh shit... Bruce is going to lose his mind. I hope I made the scene petty enough.
Summary: (Y/N) is a Green Lantern. That's what Hal Jordan says. In reality, he is a Bat and Bruce has something to say about it.
Warnings: Hal Jordan is petty, Bruce wants his son, Hal is like nope, it's up to (Y/N).
Bruce noticed something about (Y/N) Jordan, the son of Green Lantern. He has seen him without the mask and he noticed some similarities between the boy and himself. There were physical similarities, but also personality similarities.
Bruce was reminded of one girl he had an adventure with over a decade ago. He didn't think much for a couple of months, but a mission changed his mind. (Y/N) joined his dad on a mission with Batman.
Hal thought that the (Y/N) could benefit from learning from Batman. Everyone could learn something from Batman. Hal would rather die than admit that out loud, but he had respect for Batman.
(Y/N) was excited to go on a mission with Batman. He always found the man interesting and extremely badass. But he was also kind of scared of him, especially when he was completely calm, but you could tell that he was pissed beyond belief.
Where the mission went wrong was that (Y/N) got injured by Deathstroke. It seemed that Deathstroke was tasked to kill (Y/N). Who wanted Hal's son, well, Bruce's son dead?
They didn't know, Bruce promised to look into it. Hal was thankful for this and it allowed him to take care of his son. Hal knew that biologically speaking (Y/N) wasn't his son, but he didn't mind it. His partner at the time warned him and he didn't mind.
He loved (Y/N) and nothing would change it.
Well, that was until Bruce ran (Y/N)'s DNA through their database by complete accident. He was shocked when his DNA was a match. Oh no. He tried the results once more. A match again.
He looked into (Y/N) in more detail. That''s why he was so similar. His mother was the one Bruce was with over a decade ago. What the hell? Now, how is he going to break this to Hal?
He wanted his son to live with him, but he knew that (Y/N) was connected to Hal. Oh no. There was this problem. He needs to talk to Hal as soon as possible.
Bruce had to reign his emotions in when talking to Hal. He has called him into a private room in the HQ, thankfully, Superman was nowhere to be found and that was something he was happy with. Bruce didn't want anybody else to hear this.
He didn't know how well this could go. Hal is very protective of his son and who know how he would take the news.
" So Batman, what did you want to talk about? " Hal asked, sitting down.
" I wanted to talk about (Y/N). "
That got Hal's focus up to the highest level. " What about him? "
" I was looking into why Deathstroke would kill him. I must have put his DNA through the system and it came back as a match. To mine. " Bruce finished up and Hal just nodded.
" I know my then partner was pregnant. I know (Y/N) isn't mine, but I love him none the less. "
" I know that. But I want him to live with me. " Hal wanted to laugh, say that it's a joke, but Bruce was dead serious.
" Not happening. "
" Lantern, I know you are mad, but he is my son. He is something that you guys would call a bat. He belongs with me. I feel bad for not being in his life. "
" Well, Bruce, here is a fun fact. He is a Green Lantern and not a Bat. Just because your adventures don't tell you they are pregnant is not my concern. "
" I want to tell (Y/N) at least. " Bruce tried, but Hal raised his arm up to stop him.
" No. As far as (Y/N) is concerned, I'm his dad. Although I think he is suspecting it now. And if he wants to know, I will tell him. If you think about telling him, I will end you. " Hal threatened with a smile and Bruce just nodded.
Hal would most definitely make sure of that threat. " Good. And don't forget. He is a Green Lantern and not a Bat. " Hal reminded before leaving the room, leaving Bruce alone.
Now he wants to just cuddle with (Y/N). Hal shook his head as he left. (Y/N) is his son and no biology will change that.
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Jason Todd x Reader
"Where are you going? Look, the Titans needs us-"
"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you"
"Jason, please! Where are you gonna go?? We can figure something out!"
When Jason left with Rose out of Gotham City, you were heartbroken. You kept a one-sided love hidden, thinking it would be too selfish to confess your feelings to him while he's in an unstable state of self hatred. But when Dick revealed that he killed Deathstroke's son just moments after you managed to get Jason to step away from the ledge, you almost let your secret slip when Jason was swiftly packing his things as you begged him to stay.
"Figure what out, Y/N? Huh? Why are you even staying? Almost everyone is leaving anyway, and Dick is just a liar," Jason argued, stuffing his duffle bag with whatever clothes he could find.
"Because the Titans are the only family I have! At least Gar is staying. But you don't have to leave, Jay"
"And why shouldn't I? There's nothing for me here. Everyone hates me, hell, even you probably hate me. You only got me off the roof out of pity"
"That's not true, Jason."
"Then why else would you?!"
"Because I-" You quickly stop yourself, knowing things would only become worse if your feelings were revealed. So you took a deep breath and took a second to calmed down.
"Because you're my friend, Jay. One of the best friends I ever had. And I don't want you to leave," you say quietly.
Jason stared at you for a couple of seconds before taking your hand in his. "Then come with us. You don't have to do everything Dick tells you to anymore, no more lies, no more half truths."
You sighed, "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of third wheeling you and Rose," you try to joke, but your heart actually aching at the thought. "But seriously, I don't think leaving is a good idea, especially with Deathstroke around. And being alone with his daughter, I mean-"
"Wait, what you don't trust her or something?" Jason interrupts you, taking slight offence.
"I'm just saying to be cautious, Jason. I mean, Deathstroke already kidnapped you once and-"
"And what? You think Rose is working with him? Jesus Christ, and I thought I was fucked up," He scoffs. "Y'know, Rose admired that I made it out alive from her dad. I managed to make it out alive, and you still think I'm weak?"
"Jason, I never said that!-"
"Nah, fuck this, you're just like everyone else here," Jason says, zipping his bag close and storming out the room.
"Jason!" You tried calling out, just for him to ignore.
-
"What, was it part of Daddy's training to fuck me this whole time?!" Jason yells at Rose. "I'm done with this shit," he says, grabbing his bag, starting to leave the home the two raided.
Rose quickly grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from leaving.
"Look, none of this was supposed to happen. It just did," she tries to tell him, but he ignores her, tearing his arm away from her grip.
"Get the fuck off me." He cries, and as if by reflex, Rose strikes a punch at him, blood quickly falling down his now broken nose.
"C'mon! Fight me! You know you want to!" She says in desperation.
Jason sends a cold stare. "Are we done?" She doesn't reply, tears building up in her eye. "We're done," he says, walking towards the door as Rose cries.
"Where are you going? Look the Titans needs us!" She calls out to him as he reaches the door.
"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you," he replies, finally walking out the door with only one thing on his mind.
You.
He hailed the first cab he could find, telling the driver to head back to Gotham City.
All he could think about was how stupid he was to you. You were right, and he just left you like you were nothing. You saved him, and he treated you like dirt. You said he was your friend, and he abandoned you.
He rushed out the taxi after paying the driver, running up to the small apartment you were living at. You spent most of your time in Titan's Tower, but went back to your place when you wanted to be fully alone.
Your apartment was only big enough for one person, granted there were ants here and there, and a little mould growing in some places, but you saw it as your own place.
Jason knocked on your door three times, followed by a call of your name. He knocked again, a little louder, and a little more desperate. What if you weren't home? He couldn't go back to Titans Tower, he wasn't ready to see everyone else.
When no one answered, his shoulders slumped, and was about to walk away.
But your door opened, and you appeared on the other side, rubbing your red eyes with a fluffy blanket draped over your shoulders and your hair running wild as it was tangled and bunched all over the place.
"Jesus, who died," you say groggily, having not registered who knocked on your door.
Jason's eyes brightened as he returned to the front of your door.
"Y/n.." He softly called out. You stopped rubbing your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes widening as you couldn't believe Jason was standing right in front of you.
"Jason.." You replied, not knowing what to say. "How have you- uhm.. D'you wanna come in?" You awkwardly offered, Jason nodding as you stepped aside for him to walk in.
You directed him towards the couch. "Uh.. do you want something to drink or..."
"No." Jason quickly replies. "I- I just needa talk to you."
You nod, walking over to sit beside him on the couch.
"So.."
"I'm sorry," he says, looking at you with those glassy eyes. "You were right. Rose was spying on me, working with Deathstroke, you were right. I should've listened to you, I should've stayed. Just- just say I told you so and-"
You interrupted Jason by lunging towards him, blanket falling off as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're back," you said, your voice muffled.
Jason sits there in shock, slowly wrapping his arms around your middle. "You- You're not mad?"
You pull away, "Why would I be mad?" You ask, hands boldly reaching up to hold his face.
"Why wouldn't you be! I treated you like shit! I didn't listen to you, then I just left! How could not hate me?" He says in an outburst.
All you do is sigh and look away.
"What? What is it?" Jason asks.
"It's because I love you, Jay," you finally confess. Jason's eyes widened and was left speechless. All he could do was lean closer as his gaze shift down to your lips.
You lightly chuckle as you olace a hand against his chest to stop him.
"Stop. You're only doing that because of guilt," You say.
But Jason shakes his head. "No. No, I don't believe I am," he replies. "You've no idea how much I wanted this. Ever since you joined the team, I promise you."
You sighed. "Listen, you just parted ways with Rose, I don't actually think you-"
"A chance," he interrupts. "Give me a chance to show you how much I care for you. How much I feel the same for you. Take you out on dates, give you flowers, whatever. Just a chance, and if you still don't believe it, fine, I leave you be. But a chance is all I beg for."
You look down at your fiddling fingers, eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether or not he's telling the truth.
"One chance," you say. "One chance and one chance only. If you screw this up, then that's that."
Yeah I didn't really know how to finish it off, like I had the idea for the start but didn't know how to make the rest of the story so its pretty shit, but at the same time, its 2am so whatevah
Jason smiles, bringing you in for a tight embrace. "You won't regret it, I promise you, mama."
#jason todd#red hood#jason todd is my life#titans jason todd#jason todd titans#dc titans#i love jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd headcanon#jason todd x gn!reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd angst#jason todd ff#jason todd fluff#jason todd fanfiction#red hood x gender neutral reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#red hood fic#red hood fanfiction#red hood fluff
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Antares reader here! Got something good so probs a hurt/comfort?
Dick Grasyon x Adopted son of Deathstroke (who's a mercenary as well???)
HEAR ME OIT HE ANGST POTENTIAL IN THIS IS OVERWHELMING!
"Why are you avoiding me?" "Because.... Because i think im falling in love with you okay?" TROPE OMG FKDNDRN
Or "Fuck you!" "Later. Now listen here you little shit-"
IM SHAKING AND BEGGING YOU
HELLO! If it’s okay, I’m just gonna call you Antares anon :3!! I did get your other request, and I am working on it!!! CHAT SCHOOL HAS BEEN KILLING ME!! I was listening to Once more to see you and Cop Car by mitski. And omg.. dawg it lowkey made me emotional!!!
Why would Nightwing himself want to be involved with a guy, the son of Deathstroke? It was a moment of weakness. He shouldn’t be involved with you. You were trained to be a hired gun. A mercenary just like Deathstroke, you do it for the money.
He shouldn’t be involved with someone like you who is connected to a person who wants Batman gone. But it hurts to avoid you. It hurts knowing he will have to get you locked up one day.
Though the chemistry you two share is unavoidable. The small talks on the rooftops during Dicks patrol, the cat and mouse chase you two share. But it’s all platonic right? It’s not. But that’s what Dick wants to believe.
He can’t afford to have these feelings towards you any longer.
But you don’t feel the same way.
The thought of you finally having someone in your life that wasn’t just training you to end lives was refreshing. You wanted the daily night meetups to continue. You loved them, being able to have small breaks with a person you slowly grew to love felt enjoyable.
But you had no clue on how Dick was such against the idea.
He didn’t want to be against it.
But he had to. He was slowly melting onto you, completely sticking onto you like glue. Unable to be tore away. He secretly wished you would change.
Change just so he can be with you, how selfish, he knows. Wanting you to change just so he can be with you the way he likes it. When he knew you weren’t going to change just for him, the avoidance started.
Avoiding you at any cost, stopped meeting at your spot. Stopped answering your calls and texts. Started ghosting you. You obviously noticed this. How can it go unnoticed?
The word “read” under every text you sent suffocated your heart. Then the overthinking started.
“Hey.” Read.
“You okay?” Read.
“Did I do something wrong?” Read.
The overthinking, did you upset him? You probably said something wrong. He probably needs space! From what though?
How were you supposed to know how he felt? He was being childish. Childish in a way, refusing to communicate, refusing to acknowledge you any longer.
Refusing to acknowledge your text, refusing to acknowledge your missed calls, refusing to acknowledge your voicemails, refusing to acknowledge you.
Then the hatred started. All those months of getting to know Dick, and just for him to completely shove you off. Ghosting you for weeks straight, you grew angry with him.
You tried not to think about it, but it was eating you from the inside out. It was hurting like a breakup. Your life fell silent once again.
Dick completely walking out of your life without a reason, without an explanation! Oh and how it irritated you.
You waited for hours at the spot you two usually always met at. Staying out all night just for a no show. It’s like Nightwing never even existed.
It was just all apart of your imagination. Imaging a friend you finally had who was a hero.
You knew him and you being so close wasn’t the best idea, you two had completely different career paths, but still decided to stick to each other.
Though Dick was the one who broke that cycle. The way he always caught himself staring at you for long period of time, his hand always on you somewhere.
It wasn’t going to work out anyways. He always thought.
He convinced himself that you felt the same about the situation. Manipulating himself just to get out of a situation he put himself in.
Those text messages and missed calls didn’t even matter.
But oh when you caught him. It’s like his whole world crashed;
“Dick.”
His name being spoken from the distance, it was obviously you. You caught him, finally finding him after almost a month. You sounded angry, pissed. You had every right to be.
“You aren’t going to say anything? Seriously?”
Dick couldn’t even turn around, couldn’t even face you after such a long time. The guilt started to wash over him like a wave.
The silence was so loud, the only light providing you was the moon. Gotham was settling down for the night, hardly any noises coming from the city. It was like it was just you two in the whole entire world.
“Did I do something wrong?”
No, he didn’t want you to think that. But he caused it. He caused those thoughts to flood in your mind. He didn’t mean to, but he made it happen.
“No, of course not..” He finally said something, slowly turning to you just to see your face scrunched up with confusion and anger.
You found that hard to believe, did you really not? “Yeah, I ghosted you for a whole month. But you didn’t do anything wrong! Makes sense right?”
That’s exactly what you heard from what he said.
“Really? So, my texts didn’t mean shit to you?” You said, stepping closer towards him just for him to back away, like you were some type of disease he couldn’t risk having.
Dick tried to say something, but stutters only came out. He couldn’t make up an excuse. How was he supposed to tell you?
“We can’t see each other cause you kill people.”
“I can’t be seen with you.”
“It’s just your father.”
“I’m trying to save my own fucking reputation.”
He didn’t know how to word it right. He found it impossible. The silence he was giving you was slowly bringing tears to your eyes.
You didn’t want to fucking cry in front of him, you feel embarrassment fade over you. This situation was stressing both of you out. Oh please, cut him some slack.
“It’s complicated.” Dick mumbled. It was, so complicated. Your feelings, his feelings, they weren’t complimenting the situation well.
Dick not giving you a valid explanation irritated you, it made your breath hitch and just made you go silent. The way he was avoiding your eyes, the way he looked anywhere but you.
“Listen—“ He started, but failing horribly to even complete his sentence. The look of your face just made him carry more guilt.
He should’ve been mature about this, instead of ghosting you he should’ve talked to you about the problem. Surely you’d understand, right?
Probably not.
“We can’t be seen together.” Dick got out.
His words sinking in your bead, the words overlapping in your thoughts. Were you really that bad? That bad that Dick is completely avoiding you?
“You can’t be seen together.” You repeated. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Dick let out, a slight harsh following his tone shortly after.
ALRIGHT BRUH LIKE I ACTUALLY HAD TO GET RID OF THIS, WHY DID I HAVE SUCH HARDCORE WRITERS BLOCK?? IDK! BUT HERES THIS PART AND I PROMISE ILL FINISH IT WHEN I HAVE THE TIME.
#dc comics#batman#nightwing#nightwing x male reader#dick grayson x male reader#dick grayson#writers block#sigh#i tried
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Hatred
Paring(s): Damian wayne x enemy! Reader
Warning(s): swearing, murder, mention of killing people, pissed off damian
Genre: angst
Summary: Y/N worked with deathstroke and was responsible for murdering damian's whole family.
You worked with deathstroke ever since you were born. He was pretty much the only 'family' you have ever know. He trained you to become and weapon, told you who to kill and you were your enemies.
You were there when he murdered Ra's Al Ghul infront of his grandson, Damian Al Ghul Wayne. The son of the infamous Bruce wayne A.KA. Batman and Taila Al Ghul, the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul.
You were also responsible for the deaths of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd (again 💀), Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth. And having murder his family, Damian felt a hatred for you and proceeded to chase you down.
But he only failed in doing so. He had attempted to corner you while you were training, but little did he know you had some tricks up your sleeve.
Damian was now surrounded and held at gun point by your men, loyal to you and only you. You watched as Damian glared draggers at you, while your smirk just grew wider and more vicious.
"Sorry about your family, all those muscles... didn't help much... did they?" You snicked as his eyes filled with rage.
"I'll fucking kill you!" He yelled, ignoring the guns pointing at his head.
He attempted to run at you but was only tackled by your men, held down to the ground. He growled at your men as they held him down, digging right into his back. You just smirked as you walked over to him before squatting down, getting right in his face.
"You'll be fun to play with.... just like you're family was" you whispered into his ear,watching with glee as he threated you in anger.
#fyp#x reader#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#batboys x reader#batboys#batfam x reader#batfam#ra's al ghul#deathstroke#deathstroke x reader
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DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST
*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT
CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN
A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)
Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)
DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN
Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)
Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)
Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)
Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)
BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH
Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)
Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)
Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)
The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)
Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)
Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)
Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)
Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)
Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)
How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)
JUSTICE LEAGUE
Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)
Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)
MULTIPLE
New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)
A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)
Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)
The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)
Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)
No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)
City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)
Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)
Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)
One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)
VILLAINS
Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)
Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)
My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)
There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)
Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)
We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)
Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2
OTHER
What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)
Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)
Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)
Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)
We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)
She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)
I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)
Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)
Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)
Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)
Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)
Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)
A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2
Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)
Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)
Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)
#Batman#Superman#Wonderwoman#flash#clark kent#diana prince#barry allen#justice league#teen titans#Harley Quinn#Poison Ivy#Catwoman
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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers
My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here and here
My episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
(SPOILERS if you haven't seen the show yet):
After what happened to Clark in the last episode we see that Lois, Jimmy, and the Newskid Legion are searching all over Metropolis for him and they name drop some location found in Metropolis.
As you can see from the map of Metropolis in the DC Heroes role playing manual, Park Ridge and Bakerline are one of the six boroughs of Metropolis. Park Ridge makes its first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #447 (1988) while Bakerline first appeared in Action Comics #599 (1988)
As the General is interrogating Clark we het a hologram flashback to his time with Waller in the army and Waller name drops the General's first name Sam. So we can conclude that the General is General Sam Lane (this is double confirmed in the next episode).
Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the silver age in Superman Girl Friend, Lois Lane #13 (1959). He's the typical farmer dad that Superman saves and meets. Nothing too special about it.
Now, GENERAL Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1986)
Like her MAwS counterpart, Lois' relationship with her dad is VERY strained as you can tell by the panels here from the comic (W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tony Ziuko, L: John Costanza). In the comics he wanted a son and Lois became that stand-in whenever he was around and that ruined their familial relationship. And much like his MAwS counterpart he deeply cares about his wife who we can assume he lost some time ago in the past. Also will we see a Lucy Lane in MAwS? Who knows.
Man of Steel, typical moniker for Superman, you're guaranteed to have that in any Superman media.
Slade actually loses his eye to match his comic book counterpart.
Later in the ep we see him with the eyepatch. Matches with his comic book counterpart as seen in this fantastic piece by Deathstroke co-creator, George Perez.
After the Superman Revenge Squad Task Force X escape thanks to Ivo absorbing more and more electrical energy he comes this giant kaiju sized monster rampaging across Metropolis with an axe to grind at Superman. The glowy bits on him remind me so much of Shin Godzilla. Oh and btw if you want to see the Justice League fight 2 very well known kaiju, preorder Justice League vs Godzilla vs Kong. Heres the trailer for it:
youtube
The first issue goes on sale in October 17th.
With the way Lois is worried about Clark here it gives off very Death of Superman vibes kinda like this page from Superman #75 (1992) by Dan Jurgens, Brett Breeding, Glenn Whitmore, and John Costanza.
Jimmy is usually labeled as Superman's best friend/pal so that's a given when a reference like that shows up
As the names scrolled up on Jimmy's IG-esque live stream we see some familiar names. The first is a reference Josie Campbell, the producer for the cartoon and the latter two are references to Superman support characters.
Pete Ross is Clark's childhood friend who first appeared in Superboy #86 (1960) by Robert Bernstein and George Papp.
In the comic Pete keeps scrutinizing Clark and he suspect that Pete might be on to his Superboy identity, but it turns out he just wanted Clark to play Superboy in the high school play. In like most Superman origins and media, Pete Ross is always Clark's best friend, but here in MAwS Jimmy takes up that role as friend of Clark but in this case its since they were in freshmen year of college.
Like Pete Ross, Lana Lang was also a childhood friend of Clark's ad also his love interest when they were teenagers.
Lana makes her first appearance in Superboy #10 (1950) by Bill Finger, John Sikela, and Ed Debrotka. In the comic Lana becomes a house guest for the Kents while her parents are away and she begins to suspect Clark and Superboy are the same person. Most Superman origins and other media usually have Lana and Clark be childhood sweethearts back in Kansas and she will occasionally show up in Clark's life again when they are adults.
After Clark punches through the Parasite body to get to Ivo we see the body just freeze there kinda like Shin Godzilla at the end of the movie. Btw go watch Shin Godzilla, Shin Ultraman, Shin Kamen Rider, fantastic trio of movies! Shin Ultraman is a better Superman movie than Man of Steel.
At the end of the ep Amanda Waller takes over Task Force X and name drops Checkmate. The organization first appeared in Action Comics #598 (1988) (cover by John Byrne) where Checkmate is a branch of Task Force X that was founded by Amanda Waller as a government intelligence agency. Like with most spy organization in the DC universe, they are shady AF. In their debut they legit kill a high ranking official from a different country in the name of "American safety".
Thank you for getting this far down in the post. Be sure to check out the other posts to see what other easter eggs and references were in the previous episodes:
My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here and here
My episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
My episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here
#My Adventures with Superman#Clark Kent#Lois Lane#Jimmy Olsen#MAwS#Metropolis#Park Ridge#Bakerline#Newskid Legion#Amanda Waller#Sam Lane#General Sam Lane#Task Force X#Parasite#Anthony Ivo#Shin Godzilla#Slade Wilson#Deathstroke#Justice League vs Godzilla vs Kong#The Death of Superman#Pete Ross#Lana Lang#DC#DC Universe#DC comics#Action Comics#Adult Swim#Cartoon#Youtube
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I think of you when we are not together, always
Nightwing x Reader angst fem reader
not proofread so it might have typos
The crisp air coming from Miller Harbor bites at your skin, as you check the time, its 9:00 .He's late, Dick was supposed to meet you an hour ago for your date. Why does something always have to come up? Why can't he just make time for you for once?
This happens often, he’ll show up 30 minutes to 2 hours late saying something urgent came up in Bludhaven and it just couldn't wait. Sometimes it's Deathstroke or Blockbuster but he has even stood you up to go fight Kite Man. Not tonight, he doesn't deserve your time if he can't even respect it.
You walk home feeling bitter and angry. He said he was going to be on time tonight. He said that he can be a good boyfriend and a good vigilante. He can make so many honey laced promises but why can't he keep them. Why can't he be a normal boyfriend that is just a police officer, just the son of Bruce Wane, and just your boy. Why is he the ex-boy wonder, the protector of bludhaven, the Nightwing.
You barely register that you unlocked your front door. You slink through the house unable to keep the tears in, it hurts. The love of a lifetime is hard, he is perfect for you. Dick Grayson is perfect; Nightwing lies and breaks promises. Nightwing has too big a responsibility to have a life, too big for you.
Your pillow looks like it's been left out in the rain. The emotions have calmed a bit as you get your bearings. Your home, in bed, curled in blankets, and the room is lit by the moonlight streaming in through the sheer curtains. You check your phone and the screen pops back at you, 11: 02.
No notification, no calls, and no texts.
The worry starts to set in, did he get hurt? Before the panic fully sets in, the room darkens. The silhouette of a man fills the window. Its nightwing, its Dick.
“ I'm so sorry I'm late Babe, Right before I was about to leave -”, “ I don't want to hear it” you spit at him. He looks guilty as he closes the window, taking off the domino mask. “ you have a right to be mad I-” “ you didn't even text me, you said you were going to make it tonight! You promised me you could make it, on time!” He looks pained.
You know by his expression, he did try. “ Y/N I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't have made a promise I can't keep” he leans on to the bed, he looks at you for permission to hold your hands, you nod. “ Why do you have to live this life dick, why can't we just be a normal couple?!” your voice cracks as the tears well in the corners in your eyes. “ Because someone needs to help those who can't help themselves, other people need me like I need you”
The tears fall at his words, he scoops you up in his arms.
“ I love you please know that Y/N. I know I can't be here every time you need me but I think of you when we are not together, always.”
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Caving In [10]
Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader
Words: 17,220
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff, canon typical things, canon violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, angst, there’s a mention of dissociation in a nonchalant manner, a mention of drug addiction, reader and jason share 1 braincell while gar gets to have his own, it’s the start of the deathstroke chapters so lol, kidnapping
Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas:
What is heavier,
The world or its people’s hearts?❞
You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.
A/N: Should I tell you guys who the endgame is? lol Because I do know that and have it all plotted out lol I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!
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When Dick comes back to the tower, Rose is still with him. The four of you are collectively surprised until you find out it’s because there was a bomb in the jeep that almost killed the two of them. That’s a fair reason to have a second thought about staying at the tower. But, that brings up the perfect opportunity for you, Gar, and Jason to tell Dick about Deathstroke being Rose’s dad. Dick didn’t have a reaction you could read well but asked to see what you all found, completely choosing to ignore how you found out. That’s a discussion for another time.
In the comms lab, all of you gather around the computer where everything about Rose and Deathstroke is still pulled up for Dick to see.
“That’s Rose’s father?” Rachel asks.
“Yep. The one and only Deathstroke.” Jason’s voice has hints of amazement, the smallest of grins pulling at the left corner of his mouth. Of course, Jason would find it fascinating.
“Is that somebody you know?” Rachel asks, turning to look at Dick.
“Kind of, old Titans business.” Dick says, keeping a straight face and you raise your brows. Yeah, old Titans business as in he killed one of them.
“Check it,” Gar brings up another screen. “Former Delta Force Commando part of hive.” Gar says, the last part almost sounding like a question. “Select soldiers who underwent a series of experimental bio-enhancements.” Gar pauses for a second. “Huh, out of the thirty-five trial subjects, the only one to survive was Slade Wilson.” Gar pauses for another second reading the screen. “Interpol says he retired years ago after the death of his son, Jericho. I-I tried having the computer find something--”
“I’ll take it from here.” Dick cuts Gar off, walking over to him and exiting out of the screens with Rose and Slade.
All of the you watch him with suspension but before anyone can question him, the security alarm goes off. Dick pulls up the screen to the front door where three people are standing.
“So, I guess you changed the code.” The woman with dark hair says.
“Finally.” Rachel says, a large smile on display as she sounds relieved.
“Who’s here?” You ask, looking around the room, not able to see onto the smaller monitor in front of Dick.
“You’ll love them.” Rachel beams, walking over to you and grabbing your hand to pull you along. “Donna, Dawn, and Hank.” Rachel starts as the two of you walk down the hallway, the two boys right behind you. “Donna is Wondergirl.” Rachel starts.
“Sorry, what now? Wondergirl like THE Wondergirl?” Your voice raises, excitement flooding your tone.
“Yep! Dawn, the one with white hair, she’s Dove and Hank is Hawk.” Rachel explains.
“The original Titans, okay.” You nod your head and you are so excited.
The original Titans, that’s awesome, actually one of the coolest things that’s ever happened. They’re real superheroes and it’s Wondergirl. One of the coolest heroes ever. And to top it off, that means the tower is gaining two more women in the tower which is always a plus. Rachel and the boys, including Jason, actually seem really excited to see them which is all a good sign to you.
“You guys have no clue how much this place misses you.” Rachel says as she greets Dawn.
Dawn embraces her in a hug. “This place, huh?”
“Mostly just me.” Rachel says.
“And me, too.” Gar says before he gets his own hug from Dawn, you staying back and observing. It is weird that this is like a thing. They’re all…friends.
“Hey, you’re new.” Hank says from the back, looking behind Gar to you.
You nods. “I am.” You step forward awkwardly, Gar gesturing a hand out to introduce you.
“This is Y/n.” Gar beams.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Dawn’s voice is sweet and soft. “I’m Dawn, he’s Hank, and that’s Donna.” She says as she jerks her head towards Donna who’s just finished giving Rachel a hug.
“You, too. Original Titans.” You say, a gleaming smile coming to your face. You’re nearly bouncing with excitement while trying not to make it seems obvious how cool this is.
“That’s us.” Hank says, a little exasperation in his voice. “Got any…talents we should know about?” Hank asks.
You hold your hands up, as if to be surrendering before your palms start glowing. That catches everyone’s attention. “Acid generation.”
“And combat clairvoyance.” Jason says from his spot near the fireplace. He doesn’t do the whole ‘welcome back’, ‘glad to see you again’ reunions even if he is glad to have them around.
“Well, alright then.” Hank nods, seeming to approve.
“Did Dick find you?” Dawn asks.
“He did.” You keep it short, not wanting to go over the play-by-play yet again.
“He has a thing for strays.” Donna says, giving you a quick smile.
“Noticed.” You laugh softly.
“Where’s Kory?” Rachel asks, looking to Donna.
You look to Gar for clarification. "The cool alien that sounds like a badass?"
"Yeah," Gar chuckles. "That's Kory.
Dick walks up from behind you and Gar, gaining the entire room’s attention. He asks if they were followed but it doesn’t seem like they were. You, Gar, Jason, and Rachel look around, confused by the question but none of you have the nerve to ask.
“Can you guys give us a minute, please?” Dick asks the four of you.
None of you question him and just do as he asks, Jason hanging back a second wanting to be involved but Dick asks him to leave, too. The four of you go off to your rooms to change for training practice. That’s more than likely what Dick wants you to do while he talks to the older Titans anyway. And it’s a pretty easy way to waste time as you wait for further information. So, you all get changed and head to the training room.
You run through a few drills before agreeing to start a sparring session the way Dick wants you to train. Blindfolds and wooden swords, preparing for the day someone tries to take your other senses from you. You have specific instructions to try and ignore the throbbing in the back of your head while you spar because ‘one day it may not be there and you shouldn’t rely on it’. You just roll your eyes whenever Dick says that. It always sounds so dumb even if he might be right. Whatever Jerry did to you, there isn’t any telling if it’s actually permanent. So, you do your best to ignore it.
The four of you get your blindfolds on, taking positions on the mat with your wooden swords and arm pads to protect yourselves. You stretch your shoulders while Gar hunkers towards the floor, Rachel moving her neck side to side and Jason preparing to attack the three of you. It’s never on purpose, but you do tend to gang up on him a little. Jason is just a force when sparring. It’s like the three of you don’t stand a great chance unless you end up working together. It’s never planned but it seems to always play out that way in the end, with you still usually losing.
“Ready?” Jason asks.
“Yep.” You say.
“Ready.” Rachel confirms.
“Let’s go.” Gar says, Gar and Jason the most serious sounding of the four of you.
Gar lunges forward first, his sword almost hitting Jason as Jason swings at Rachel. You swing your sword near Gar, tapping his arm. And the sparring begins. The throbbing in your head is annoying. It’s not painful but annoying. One of the good things about sparring with three people is everyone is fighting for their lives at the same time. You have a harder time figuring out where the throbbing is pointing in a situation like this because ignoring it isn’t exactly that easy.
When you’re just sparring with Jason or Gar, the throbbing is specifically located wherever they are. If they’re behind you, it’s in the very back of your head right at the base. But if they’re to the side, the throbbing switches and leans closer to whatever side they’re on. This is different though because all three of the others are coming from all different directions and it actually forces you to figure out where they are based on movement and the sounds they make, the sounds of their feet, the wooshing of the air. It’s not easy. The throbbing is still distracting.
Jason hits Gar in the back, sending him forward and in a quick motion, he gets you in the stomach, sending you right into Gar as you both fall to the ground. Before even taking a breath, Jason smacks Rachel in the head, sending her to the ground.
“Houston, we have contact!” Jason yells as he rips his blindfold off.
“You okay?” Gar asks as he takes his blindfold off, still on the floor with you.
“Yeah, you?” You ask, taking your own blindfold off only for you to see a cloud of black stringy smoke coming out of Rachel.
The two of you get to your feet, watching with a sense of worry and a touch of horror. You’ve never seen Rachel’s powers before but now you consider yourself lucky for that. You knew it was a little strange and it is dangerous. Rachel doesn't have much control over it and she tried to explain it to you in a little more detail but seeing it is a completely different story. It's a bit terrifying to say the least.
“Are we still sparring?” Jason asks, getting the sense that Rachel is definitely not sparring.
“That doesn’t look good.” You mutter to Gar.
“Rachel?” Gar asks with caution but not daring to move toward her.
Rachel’s eyes glow red with the gem-like piece in the center of her forward while she gets to her feet and faces Jason. The slime-like sometimes surrounds her before she lunges forward and grabs Jason by the neck, levitating them both far above the ground. Gar and you watch in a sense of horror as the dark material circles Rachel and Jason.
“Rachel.” Jason chokes out.
Rachel looks to the side with the real swords, tilting them towards Jason. Your mouth falls open as you stand in a mix of panic and shock.
“What the fuck do we do? We have to do something!” You panic to Gar.
“I-I don’t know!” He says. “Um…shoot…acid at them, I guess?” The comment is more facetious than literal.
You narrow your eyes at him. “And make her more angry?!”
“Rachel stop!” Gar urges and that seemed to be all it takes.
Rachel’s eyes widen, the red fading immediately as she drops Jason to the floor. He lands hard on his back while Rachel lands easily on her feet. You immediately rushes over to Jason while Gar stands in the corner, almost too afraid to move from his spot. Jason brushes you off as he gets to his feet, storming over to Rachel.
“You stay away from me, you fucking freak.” Jason’s voice is ragged.
Rachel’s eyes are wide with the remark but you can’t exactly blame Jason. Rachel almost killed him. Just last night, the four of you were discussing if Rose should stay or she’d kill you all. But, Rachel, who does live here, actually did almost kill Jason. All you and Gar can do from your spots if give a wince.
“Everything okay?” Dick walks in just in time, seeing the four of you not looking so good.
Everyone looks to Dick but stays silent for a few seconds. Gar doesn’t wanna get Rachel in trouble or piss Jason off further so he stays silent. You’re right along with Gar, not wanting to make either one of them angrier. And you wouldn’t want them to tell Dick if you suddenly lost control.
“No, it’s not.” Jason breaks the silence walking over to Dick. “Look, I don’t like being left out of whatever plans you relics are cooking up out there, alright?” Jason’s voice raises as he points a finger at Dick.
Dick lets out a scoff, a humored grin pulling at his lips. “You didn’t miss anything.” Dick assures him. “Gar,” Dick jerks his head at Gar. “I need ya.”
“Hey, what about me?” Jason asks.
“Keep practicing.” Dick says before walking off, Gar giving the room an apologetic glance before following behind him.
Jason walks back over to Rachel, fire in his steps. “You need to have that shit looked at…by like a fucking priest.” Jason's words are venomous as he storms off.
Rachel stands there for a second before turning to look at you. You’re on your feet again, giving her an apologetic look. Jason might be your friend but he does hit below the belt sometimes. Of course, you get it. Rachel definitely could have killed him and that’s terrifying, you know from first-hand experience but he should know Gar and you would have found a way to step in if she were going to kill him. You would have shot acid at Rachel if you needed to. He was fine and he is fine, seemingly at least. He should cut Rachel some slack.
“You okay?” You ask walking over to Rachel.
“I didn’t mean to.” Rachel says, her voice filled of defeat.
“Yeah, I know.” You nod. “He was kind of mean.” You scrunch your nose. “I’m sorry about him.”
“It's not your fault. He’s just an asshole.” Rachel rolls her eyes.
“He is.” You agree. “He is my friend though so I feel I should apologize on his behalf.” You chuckle softly. “Seriously, are you okay though? I mean…with….whatever that was?”
“Yeah,” Rachel nods softly. “I try to control it but it just happens sometimes.”
“Like the scratches?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you tried meditating?” You question, Rachel furrowing her brows at you. “I mean, in theory, it should work, right? Calm you down, ease your mind of the bullshit. I guess…I don’t know. I didn’t meditate or anything but I dissociated enough that it worked, not that that’s a good example. But, maybe in the same sense that meditation could help you control it. It’s worth a shot, right?” You offer.
Rachel lets out a sigh. “Yeah, maybe.” Rachel nods softly. “Thank you.”
“‘Course.” You give her a soft smile. “I’m gonna go check on the little shit and make sure he’s not doing something fucking stupid.” You roll your eyes. “If you wanna talk more about it though, just lemme know.” You give Rachel a kind smile and Rachel nods.
You go to find Jason who’s made it to his room by the time you get there. He’s blaring his music, door shut. You roll your eyes as you make a fist, slamming it against the door so he can hear it over the music. You’ve come to figure out Jason listens to a lot of death metal a lot louder when he’s upset about something. It’s only a few seconds before Jason swings the door open, nearly pulling it from the hinges.
“What?” He asks, venom in his voice and jaw clenching.
Jason isn’t in the mood for talking about it. It’s a thing that happened and on top of that, Dick wants Gar’s help. Gar is his friend, but Jason has more experience with whatever the Titans are up to. He’s Robin, after all. He’s getting shoved to the side and every bit of it makes him want to scream and fight everyone in sight.
“Move.” You scoff at him, pushing past him and walking into his room. Jason stands there for a second as if to be processing what just happened like Internet Explorer.
“Sure, come in.” Jason huffs, shutting the door.
You pull the needle from the record, looking at him with wide eyes. “Death metal, really?” You cross your arms over your chest. “And this loud?”
“Maybe you just need better taste in music.” Jason quips, leaning against his door with a sutble grin but his stance is still rigged.
“Because the thespian would know better music.” You tease, gaining a smirk as you watches Jason’s grin fall, steam nearly coming out his ears. “I’m fucking joking, calm down. Fuck.” You groan with wide eyes. “I just came to check on you.”
“I’m fine.” Jason mutters, looking to the floor for just a second.
“Mhm, yeah, being fine is definitely a normal feeling after being lifted ten feet in the air by your neck with several sharp swords pointed at you.” You quip.
“I’m fine.” Jason grits his teeth.
“Well, in that case, you gotta cut Rachel some fucking slack, man.” You urge him, figuring if he’s not gonna talk about it, you might as well go on about Rachel. “It’s not her fault and I know that you know that.” You let out an exasperated sigh. Gar is normally the mediator between the two of them, on the account that you tend to take Jason's side a lot more than Rachel's. Gar is better at putting aside bias.
“She could have fucking killed me!” Jason pushes himself off of his door.
“I know.” You nod. “Which is fucked up, I’m not saying it’s not. It’s just…” You pause. “It’s different for people like us.”
“You don’t have any problems with it.” Jason huffs and he can’t believe of all people, you’re defending Rachel right now.
You pauses because yes you do but that’s not exactly easy to admit. But, this is Jason. “Okay,” You suck in a breath. “Promise not to tell anyone, especially Gar and Dick?” You ask.
Jason raises a brow at you. “Yeah? Okay.”
“Sometimes, I wake up from a nightmare with my hands glowing. I haven’t…burned or melted anything but they’re glowing and warm so…I don’t have nearly as much control as everyone thinks I do.” You chew on the inside of your cheek, dodging Jason’s eyes.
Jason seems to sit on that for a second. You’ve never almost burned any of them even when you get annoyed or angry. Your hands never even glowed once when you beat up Jerry, not once. Jason fully expected to have to deal with your powers but nothing. You seemed normal in that moment, no powers, no special abilities. He almost finds it hard to believe you can’t control your powers when you’re asleep. But, you also don’t lie to him.
“I also melted a mug my second day here by accident.” You clear your throat.
“How’d the hell you do that?” Jason chuckles this time, finding that more believable than the nightmares.
“I figured out Dick was Robin and Bruce was Batman. Long story short, I’ve got a bit of an issue with the two of them letting Joker fuck around and kill people, my mom included.” You shake your head, seeing Jason doing the math in his head trying to figure out if it was Dick at the time your mom was killed. “It was Dick, it wasn’t you. You took over, if my math is right, somewhere around six months to a year later.”
“Hadn’t thought of it like that.” Jason looks to his shoes before looking back at You. “Bruce not killing the Joker and shit, the consequences.” Jason clarifies.
He’s questioned Bruce’s methods, of course. He also thinks maybe some of those bad guys shouldn’t be allowed to escape Arkham. But, Bruce always said they’re there to protect people, not kill them. Killing the bad guys, makes them just as bad. It’s a line they can’t cross because it’ll be easier to cross the next time. But, at what point is enough enough when it comes to the Joker? How many people could be saved if it were just that one guy? Jason pushes the thought away though.
“Yeah, most don’t.” You clear your throat. “SO, I’m saying you should cool off and be upset about it, obviously, it looked scary from where I was standing, too but maybe don’t be a dick to her about it.”
Jason is stubborn but you bring up good points. Maybe, he could make an attempt to somewhat try and understand Rachel a little bit. Maybe.
“Whatever.” Jason huffs, caving in.
“Mhm, thank you, Jay.” Your voice waves as you walk over to him.
“Yeah.” Jason still looks displeased.
“Or pout about it.” You chuckle, getting a glare from Jason.
“I’m not pouting.” Jason huffs, but there’s a tint of smile coming to his face.
“Mhm.” You hum. “Well, I’m gonna wait for Gar, have fun being angry with your death metal.” You grin at him, see a full smile coming to Jason’s face.
“Yeah.” Jason shrug as you walk past him, leaving him alone.
You go back to your room, keeping the door open as you wait to find out what Dick needed Gar for. It still bugs you a bit that Dick picked Gar to help and not Jason but Jason was definitely not in a talking mood. You didn’t wanna push your luck with him. So, you hang out in your room and just wait with Ginny & Georgia playing on the TV.
As the second episode plays, a knock sounds on your door. You look over the back of the couch to see Gar walking into your room with a sappy smile on his lips. He walks over to the couch and plops down beside you.
“Whatcha watching?” He asks, chipper as usual.
“Ginny & Georgia, it was just added to Netflix.” You gesture towards the TV.
“How is it?” He asks.
“It’s good!” You say with enthusiasm. “I love Joe so much already. I hope he gets to stay happy.” You pout at Gar.
Gar chuckles softly. “Cool if I watch with you, then?” He asks, eyes filled of happiness and hope.
“Yeah! I’m only on episode two so you haven’t missed much. Georgia’s husband died and she doesn’t seem sad about it. They moved from Texas to Wellsbury which is on the east coast. Ginny and Austin are her kids and Ginny hooked up with her neighbor. That’s about it.” You laugh softly.
“Oh, well, okay then.” Gar nods along. “Is it….a comedy?”
“Eh,” You shrug a shoulder. “It’s more of drama. Like it has some comedy but it’s more dramatic.” You explain. “I think Georgia killed her husband so like there’s that.”
Gar’s eyes widen. “Definitely a drama.” He laughs.
“Oh, yeah.” You laugh in agreement.
The two of you focus your attention on the TV and you move closer to Gar, resting your legs over his lap. It makes Gar chuckle but he just goes with it, putting his hands on your shins and you watch together, making easy conversation about what’s going on in the show. This is a comfortable thing you’ve gotten into the habit of doing.
Gar will be playing video games so you sit next to him, usually always touching him in some way or Gar will come into your room where you’re watching TV and he’ll just plop down to watch whatever has your interest. You always moves to sit with your legs over him. And the two of you always make conversation about what’s going on and you get really dramatic and excited when you talk about your shows, it’s how Gar thinks he sounds but you’re not annoying. Sometimes, he thinks he just gets annoying about it but hearing you ramble about why you love a character or hate another, he could listen to that all day even if he has no idea what you’re talking about. It’s so comfortable for him.
After a few more episodes, you both realize no one has bothered you in a few hours. Neither of you even have a text from Dick about training. The older Titans must be keeping him occupied which is definitely nice. Training isn’t actually all that bad and it gives you all something to do. But, Dick doesn’t really give you a day to break. None of you have anything else to do, so Dick just makes sure you’re training all the time in one way or another. The four of you get it, you have to prepare for the big bads, but having a day off here and there would also be nice. And right now, it looks like you’re actually getting the night off and you’re enjoying it.
“Hey, want some popcorn?” You ask, peeling your eyes away from the TV to look at Gar.
“Yes, please.” Gar beams. “Want me to get it?”
“Nah,” You shake your head, sliding your legs off of Gar. “I got it.” You give him a smile. “Just pause it and make sure it doesn’t shut off.”
“Got it.” Gar gives you a nod, grabbing the remote from the coffee table in front of him.
You rush off to the kitchen where you find Rachel making herself a glass of sweet tea. You move around her, grabbing a bag of popcorn and popping it in the microwave before you grab a large bowl to pour it into. You sit on the counter, opposite Rachel, as you wait for the popcorn to start. Just as you get situated and Rachel finishes making her tea, Rose walks in. Instead of gauze, Rose is daunting an eyepatch over the eye that’s now missing.
“Don’t think we got introduced,” Rachel starts. “I’m Rachel.”
“Y/n.” You chime in, with a half-wave from your spot.
“I’m Rose.” Rose says.
“Pretty name.” Rachel says.
“Yeah, maybe too pretty now.” Rose says. “Patch has a nice ring to it.” Rose finishes as you let out a huff.
“I still think you’re really pretty.” You let out a scoff, giving Rose a smile. Rose’s brows furrow at you and Rachel rolls her eyes.
“You hang out with Jason too much.” Rachel states, getting a confused and offended look from you just as your popcorn starts to pop.
“I don’t get this.” Rose starts, ignoring the both of yours and Rachel’s comments to each other while she takes a seat in one of the chairs. “The whole living situation, this some kind of euro hostel or something?” Rose quips making you chortle.
Rachel lets out a huff. “No, we’re just friends.”
“Dick’s got a thing for plucking strays off the streets.” You add in.
"I'm not a stray." Rose defends, but her voice isn't stern or annoyed.
“We saw what happened.” Rachel looks between you and Rose.
“Saw what?” Rose inquires.
“Dick has access to the city’s surveillance cameras.” Rachel explains.
“We saw everything. You fighting and escaping, the whole thing.” You finish.
“Guy with the sword?” Rachel asks.
“My dad.” Rose gains a sarcastic grin.
You give her a yikes expression before hopping off the counter and going to the microwave as the popcorn starts to slow down its popping. Somehow, all of you have fucked up home lives. Seriously, is that a requirement to even be here?
“I’m sorry.” Rachel says.
“Dads suck.” You declare, opening the microwave.
“No dad of the year mug for him.” Rose quips before looking to Rachel. “That thing in your forehead, bold choice.” Rose nods her head.
You pour your popcorn into a bowl as you listen to Rachel, you actually don’t know the story behind it. You never asked.
“Not my choice.” Rachel shakes her head. “My dad put it there for me.”
“He did?” Your voice is filled of surprise and confusion.
“Yep.” Rachel holds out the word a little.
Now, that’s also weird. You figured it has to do with her powers since it lit up when she levitated her and Jason earlier. You have so many questions about it but Rachel’s singular word about it is probably a good indicator that she doesn’t like to talk about it. You can’t blame her there.
“Where’s he?” Rose asks.
“I got rid of him.” Rachel declares.
“Got rid of as in…? Killed him?” Rose asks.
“Yeah, kind of.” Rachel tries to brush it off as she scoffs.
“What about you?” Rose looks to you who’s standing on the other side of Rachel.
“Drug addict who bailed before I was born, foster dad almost beat me to death though.” You state, an almost sarcastic tone coats your words. “Ligature scars from the ordeal.” You lift your arms just slightly so your sleeves fall down enough to show the scars.
“Shit.” Rose states.
“Clearly, the tower is filled with people who had outstanding father figures.” You quips, getting a slight nudge from Rachel.
“Is that what you wanted to do to your father? Kill him?” Rachel asks.
“I did.” Rose nods. “But, uh, I thought everything would be different if he just went away.”
“Doesn’t always work.” Rachel takes a drink from her tea. “Right, Y/n?”
“I know you want me to agree with you but…” You pause. “I gotta say, I’m pretty content with my actual dad fucking off somewhere and me beating the shit out of Jerry now that it’s happened.”
Was that night a mess? Yes. But, talking with Jason about it has made you feel a lot better about it. He's told you countless times he deserved it and because of that, you did save that kid. You got your revenge and now he can't do that to anyone ever again. It didn't help that night, and maybe the act of beating him up didn't help, but preventing him from hurting anyone else did.
“Seriously?” Rachel voice is disapproving.
You shrug. “I’m not gonna lie.” You laugh softly.
“Guess we’re all members of the bad dads club.” Rose gives the two of you a genuine smile.
“Platinum members.” Rachel scoffs.
“With a discount in endless trauma.” You quip.
“Benefits kind of suck.” Rose states.
“Members are pretty cool.” Rachel smiles softly, Rose matching the smile.
“What do you guys do all day anyway?” Rose questions.
“Train.” Rachel’s voice is flat.
“Listen to everyone complain about training.” You let out a muttered scoff.
“As if you’re not enjoying the night off with Gar.” Rachel quips.
“I am having a lovely time.” You grin. “Which is why, I’m going back to my room where he’s waiting.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.” Rachel mocks.
“We are friends, Rachel.” You defend.
“Okay, Y/n.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, Rachel.” You mock her before walking off back to your room where Gar is still sitting in the same position.
You think about the conversation you had with Rachel about the boys. There was so much you couldn’t tell Rachel about Jason. Jason would kill you and Rachel would definitely tease him about it, even if it just slipped. You don’t want that to happen. It’s your thing and you kind of like that no one knows about it. You can’t really explain it, but it’s just nice not having everyone know about it.
With Gar, everything is out in the open which is also fine because that’s just Gar. He doesn’t hide things from people, he wears his emotions on his sleeve. It’s something you actually admire about him and it’s one of the things you like about him. But, in a way, there’s this pressure you don’t like. Rachel knew you liked him and she thinks Gar likes you, too. Part of it is on you, sleeping in his room, making him pancakes. But, you just wish you were normal because then it would be this normal gossip thing where no one knows for sure. In the tower, surrounded by people all the time though, everything is so fucking transparent. The tower might as well be wrapped in cellophane. So, you take a seat next to Gar and don’t say anything about how you feel because you like him but you like Jason, too.
“Talked with Rose.” You start, resting your legs over Gar’s as you get comfortable, holding the bowl of popcorn on your lap but close enough so Gar can have some.
“Yeah? What’s she like?” Gar asks, his left hand resting on your shins as his right plucks a piece of popcorn from the bowl.
“Daddy issues like the rest of us.” You chortle, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth.
"We knew that, though." Gar chuckles with you, finding you amusing.
"Yeah," You shrug. "I don't know, didn't talk long but she seems cool. Rachel is still in the kitchen with her."
"Think she'll stay?" Gar raises a brow and it worked out with you staying. He's worried about her being Deathstroke's daughter, which might put all of you at risk. But, if she's really in danger. Gar hopes she'll stay. It's safe here.
You scrunch your face with uncertainty. "Ehh," You shrug. "She doesn't seem too pleased with the place. So, I dunno. I hope she does. It helped me." You give Gar a sweet smile.
"Yeah, I think it'd be nice. We'll have to keep Jason off of her though." Gar chuckles.
You brush the comment off. Maybe Jason will be into her and it'll make everything easier. Choosing between the boys sounds like an impossible decision.
"Yeah, right?" You nod your head, agreeing with him but keep it short. You look to the TV and change conversation. "Do teenagers actually get together and do that?" The teenagers in the show are in a basement, a few of them playing instruments while the others are smoking on a couch.
"That's where you're questioning the realism of the show?" Gar chortles next you, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.
"I mean! Hey, women have poisoned their husbands! They're even called Black Widows! But, teenagers all getting together to drink and smoke in a basement? Like regularly? Do they do that?"
Gar shrugs, finding your thought process a bit comical. "I wouldn't know."
"Right." You nod and laugh. "Forgot, none of us had much of a normal teenager experience."
Gar shakes his head. "Fine with me, seems..."
"Not as fun as they make it seem in the show?” You laugh softly.
“Yeah, exactly.” Gar nods quickly. “I don’t think it’d always be so cool, calm, and collected.”
There's a knock on your door, interrupting your conversation. The two of you turn around to see Dick, standing halfway in your room and half in the hallway.
"Gar, need ya again." Dick jerks his head towards the hallway and your brows furrow. What the hell is that about? Gar gives you an apologetic look as you move your legs off of him.
You spin around, resting your forearms on the back of the couch. "Whatcha doing?" You ask Dick as Gar gets up from his comfortable place.
"Locating Dr. Light." Dick answers simply.
You hum. "Can I come?"
It's Dick's turn to narrow his eyes. "No, I just need Gar for now."
You groan. "Come on, Rachel is hanging out with Rose and Jason is in a pissy mood."
After the whole Jerry situation, Dick has been keeping a closer eye on you. He wants to trust you won't go rogue again but there is a part of him that worries about it. Dick went back and watched the security footage of everything, listened to the conversation. Jason did not try to stop you but it didn't seem as if you would have listened anyway. He doesn't need someone going rogue. But, if you’re with Gar, at least if you find Dr. Light, Dick can trust Gar to come and get him instead of you both trying to play the heroes.
"Okay, fine. Come on." Dick jerks his head and you beam, happy to be included.
You turn the TV off, practically leaping over the back of the couch and meeting the boys at the door. Gar's eyes widen and beam at the sight of your dramatics. Dick shakes his head but chuckles softly as the three of you head to the comms lab.
Gar slides into the chair and pulls up a map while Dick stands behind him and you stand off to the side, watching everything Gar is doing. You can only assume that with his time at Doom Manor, he had a lot of time to mess around with tech stuff. Maybe that's why Dick is asking for his help for this stuff instead of anyone else. Gar already has some background with computers and tech and he's a new Titan. Maybe it's a preparation thing. But, you’re also just happy to be included.
"Dr. Light will need to refuel if he's planning another attack." Dick starts. "He'll need a large electric power cell and a light source where he can absorb the energy."
Gar leans his elbows on the table in front of him, keeping his eyes on the screen. "So, monitor the power grids and keep an eye out for any unusual disturbances."
"We find where he's pulling the power from, we find him." Dick finishes before patting Gar on the back and heading for the hallway.
"Okay, got it." Gar's eyes scan over the computer screen.
"Oh, hey," Dick says, turning around before entering the hallway. "Everything okay with Rachel?" Dick looks between Gar and you. "She looked a little strange in training."
"She's fine." You answer quickly with the shrug of your shoulders.
Gar nods his head in agreement. "Yeah," He swivels in his chair to face Dick. "That was just...her..." Gar glances to you as if looking for help as he tries to think of something.
Neither of you are going to tell Dick Rachel almost killed Jason and then Jason called her a freak, then said she should be checked by a priest. Dick doesn't need to know everything that happens. You all can handle it.
"Training face." Gar gives Dick an awkward smile, spinning the chair slightly.
"Traning face?" Dick looks to Gar and then to you, completely not believing that at all.
"Yeah, she gets really focused and gets this look." You brush it off.
"Yeah, exactly." Gar agrees with you, the both of tyou lying through your teeth. You’re a bit better at it. "She just wants to be ready in case any of the old Titans wanna spar," Gar's eyes shift side to side for a second. "After, they settle in." He flashes the awkward smile again and you’re so sure Dick is going to call you out.
Note to self: Do not ask Gar to help you rob a bank.
"They're not gonna settle in." Dick states, this time his voice serious and stern. Your curiosity is piqued. Dick doesn't seem happy about them showing up which you find to be weird. Aren't they supposed to be friends? Is this because Deathstroke killed one of them? If it is, you can't say you blame Dick. It was probably really hard. "Hank and Dawn, Donna, they're not staying."
"I thought you guys were friends?" You ask.
"We are." Dick answers shortly. "But they aren't Titans anymore."
Gar's face twists in confusion. Everything was fine the last time they were all together, well, besides the whole Trigon thing. But, everyone got along afterward. "Did something happen between you guys?"
Dick's eyes go distant for a second before he drops it completely. "Keep looking." Dick states before walking off, down the hallway.
You look to Gar as he swivels to face you. "That was fucking weird." You say, shaking your head with wide eyes.
"Right?" Gar says dramatically. "What do you think that was about?"
"Uh...." You pause, shrugging your shoulders. "I mean, could be the death of that Titan, maybe it's like....a thing with them all being here?" You raise the question. "Everyone was there with Trigon, right?"
Gar nods before he turns back to the computer to get to work. "Yeah, I mean, besides....ya know." Gar jerks his head to the left with the quick raise of his brows as he starts searching the power grids. "But, I mean, after everything seemed fine. Dick was...actually in a good mood, actually."
You watch Gar carefully, taking mental notes of everything he's doing. "Maybe it's something with the tower then, everyone being here. I have no idea." You chuckle softly. "Bird boys make no fucking sense."
"Honestly," Gar shakes his head. "What do you think is up with that, anyway?" Gar glances to you.
You shrug. "Well, first full day here, I asked Dick about Bruce and he said that Bruce did the best he could which I always assume means that person sucks at parenting, without intending to." You chuckle softly. "So, could be Bruce."
"I think you just have a vendetta against him." Gar says honestly, giving you a slight wince.
You let out a sigh. "Yeah, a little bit." You move closer to Gar. "Can I sit?"
Gar's eyes widen as he freezes and you gain a smirk. A giggle escapes your lips and it's the cutest noise Gar has ever heard. He scoots back a bit and lets you sit on his lap, you mostly sitting on his right leg so Gar can see and maneuver around the keyboard easily.
"What do you think is up with bird boys?" You ask as Gar goes back to the power grids.
Gar shrugs. "I don't think they know how to handle their problems." Gar deadpans.
You let out a laugh. "Yeah, that's fair." You keep your head straight, watching the large screen. "How do you know how to do all this?" You decide to drop the conversation.
"Had a lot of free time at Caulder House." Gar states. "There wasn't much to do besides this and video games."
"Ah," You nod your head. "It's pretty cool, especially with how quickly tech changes and this is like...a Batcomputer." Your smile widens. Sure, you’ve got an issue with Batman but Wayne tech is cool nonetheless. Your problem is with his moral code about killing, not with much else. You don't even know the guy.
"Yeah, it's clearly coming in handy." Gar laughs softly.
Gar and you fall into a comfortable conversation as Gar explains what he's doing and how he knows what to look for. You follow everything he says, making sure you’re keeping up. The thing with Gar is that he's really good at explaining things without making your feel dumb. Sometimes, people have this habit of sounding condescending when they're explaining something they're good at even if they don't mean to. But, Gar explains it casually but in terms you understand since you don't know much about this tech. In fact, the way Gar explains everything, it makes you feel useful which is a really nice thing to feel right about now.
Over the next hour, you and Gar sit and look for signs of Dr. Light. You like seeing Gar here, doing this. It's clearly his environment, something he's good at and enjoys. He's also helping the older Titans by doing this and you can tell by how focused he is that it's something that also means a lot to him. He gets to be helpful with the thing he's good at.
The two of you share stolen glances here and there. There's something so warm and comfortable about it. While you’re more of a hands-on person, this is nice. You aren't really helping, rather than just keeping Gar company and learning from him. But, it's comfortable and if you’ve learned anything, it's that you should cherish the comfort while you have it.
Gar is so kind and soft and safe that feeling comfortable seems like it could be possible, every single day. He's energic and enthusiastic. You swear there's not a pessimistic bone in his body. And he has this smile that just put the sun to shame. You swear if he just gave you that open-mouthed toothy smile, you’d never get lost in the dark again. And sometimes he trips over his words if you get a little flirty and it make you so happy because he never knows what to do. It makes him that much cuter and softer. He is what you always imagined happiness would look like. If happiness were a person, it would be Garfield Logan. You wonder if you could ever offer him that same comfort and happiness. You wonder if you'd ever live up to that or if you'd just burn it all to the ground.
Gar finds something on the computer and goes to grab Dick. The two of them discuss, figuring the bundle of pings is actually Dr. Light. And then the power goes out as if to be on cue. You follow Gar and Dick out of the comms lab and into the living room. As you all reach the floor-to-ceiling windows, you see a stadium in the distance that's emitting light, indicating that's where Dr. Light is. You get the feeling that's probably not a good sign for whatever is to come next and by the look on Dick's face, he's got the same feeling.
Dick goes off to grab the rest of the Titans to hunt down Dr. Light while Gar figures the rest of you might as well hang out in the living room and watch something on someone's phone. You have gone almost entirely quiet since the power went out. He hasn't said anything, but he's kind of assumed you aren't a big fan of the dark. You usually have the TV on or the blinds pulled when you’re asleep so the room isn't so dark. Gar thinks maybe if he can get everyone in an open area, you'll feel a little better about it. So, you make your way to Jason's room first.
Gar’s assumption would be right. The dark wasn’t this big deal or anything before, but now it’s as if things are lurking in the shadows. You just feel so uneasy not being able to see in the dark. The great thing about the tower, usually, is there are always lights on. The hallway is always lit by small wall lamps so it’s never too dark. The rooms all have large windows that go from one wall to the other and the city does a good job of illuminating every room. But, the entire city is in a blackout and it’s almost completely dark in the tower. You hate it and with Gar’s offer to gather everyone up, you’re thankful you don’t need to explain it. He’s figured it out.
"What's up?" Jason asks as the two of you and Gar enter his room.
"The power's out." You quip, trying to not show you’re uneasy about the entire tower being dark.
"No shit." Jason shakes his head, his phone in his hand to use as a flashlight.
"I figured we'd all hang out together, just until it comes back on." Gar offers, his own phone’s light shining on the ground.
"All?" Jason questions, his brow quirked as he glances to you. Jason knows all does not mean all of the older Titans and he does not want to be around Rachel right about now.
"Well..." Gar pauses. "You, us, Rachel."
Jason lets out a groan before it turns into a dry laugh. "You think I wanna be around her right now?"
"She's sorry." Your voice is filled with frustration. "It was an accident."
"What about the other Titans?" Jason jerks his head up with the question.
"They're probably going to find Dr. Light. I found something on the computer." Gar brushes it off and Jason's eyes widen. You let out a sigh knowing Gar should not have said that.
"What? Why didn't you say so?" There's excitement in his voice as he runs over to his bed, getting on his hands and knees.
You eye Gar, as if telling him he should not have told Jason. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm going with 'em!" Jason says, pulling out the case that contains his suit.
Gar gets the look now. "Right..." Gar nods his head slowly. "I'm sure Dick will come get you if he needs you, man."
"Seriously?" Jason puts the case on his bed before turning to face you and Gar. "I gotta show him I'm ready for anything. I'm tired of sitting around." Jason reaches over his head, yanking his hoodie off, you getting the nonexistent hint to turn around.
"He knows what you're made of, Jason." Gar lets out a sigh as Jason changes into his suit.
"Obviously, not." Jason argues. "He didn't come to get me, did he?" Jason gets a little snippy and all Gar can do is sigh.
Jason finishes changing into his suit, making his way to you and Gar. You turn around, feeling him close to you. Jason's head is held high and there's a brightness in his eyes. His entire demeanor changes when he puts on the suit. He's, somehow, even more endearing when he's like this. Filled of so much joy and excitement and determination. You know Dick won't let him go with and it's gonna sting him a lot more than he'll ever admit.
"Well, be careful then, Batboy." You state, knowing there is no stopping Jason.
Jason eyes you up and down, not even realizing he's doing it. A smirk pulls at his lips and he almost has a quip, almost but Gar is standing there, a little too close to you. So, he bites it down like a shard of glass. "Always am." He nods at you before quickly exiting his room, the cape flowing behind him.
"He's a dork." You look to Gar, a smile pull at your lips.
"It's the cape, right?" Gar laughs.
You nod quickly. "Yeah, yeah, something about the cape on him. It's like it swallows him." You laugh again. "It is bulletproof and fireproof though."
"At least there's that." Gar chuckles. "Let's find Rach." He jerks his head towards Jason's door and the two of you head out.
The two of you head down the hall where you run into Rachel. She had been on her way to look for the two of you. The tower is on backup generators now but the power in the tower is limited. This surprises all of you. You all thought, surely, Bruce would have a better generator for the tower. But, none of you say anything about it and decide to head to the living room and find something to do while you wait for the power to come back on and for the other Titans to get back. When you reach the living space, Jason is standing there alone in the Robin suit, the rest of the Titans in the elevator.
Jason's jaw clenches as he sees the three of you standing there looking at him. Rachel isn't surprised and she's actually pleased with Jason being left behind. Rachel doesn't think Jason is ready to help the rest of the Titans, and it's not fair to let him go but not the rest of you. Gar and you, on the other hand, you feel bad for him. He just wants to help and he's your friend. You also know that Jason will probably be pissed about this for the next week and you'll be the ones who have to hear about it. Dick should just let him help, they have the same experience.
Jason pushes past the three of you, not saying a word.
"He's such a try-hard." Rachel mutters as the three of you walk over to the couches.
You furrow your brows as you and Gar sit side-by-side, his arm going behind you as if to be an instinct. "I mean...he is Robin, though?"
"Yeah, but why does he think he should be able to help when none of us are?" Rachel argues.
"He has experience?" Gar questions, his expression matching the confused and defensive one you have.
"Not you, too!" Rachel groans out in frustration. She doesn't get why you and Gar almost always side with Jason.
"What?" Gar asks, unamused over this conversation.
"You guys defending him."
"Well, because we get it." Gar's eyes widen slightly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. The petty arguing and hatred between Rachel and Jason actually drives him insane. Sure, Jason deserves it sometimes but he's not even around right now. Why does it matter?
"Yeah, I mean, it's like important to him." You state, your eyes still slightly narrowed. When you told Rachel to talk to Jason about this, you did in fact mean it. You, too, aren't a fan of the petty arguments either between the two of them or about each other.
"It's important to everyone." Rachel urges. "Why does he think it's the most important thing to him?"
You and Gar stare at each other, as if to be silently communicating 'what the fuck'. Rachel is clearly still upset by Jason's words from the morning. Of course, neither of you blame her but you are Jason’s friend. You both defend Rachel when Jason gets all pissy with her and you both defend Jason. But, this is just annoying. The Titans have gone off to find Dr. Light, you're trapped in the tower without any power. Who even cares?
"You're not friends with him so you don't get it." You brush her off. "And not to sound a bit bitchy, but it's not our job to explain it to you." You shrug and pull your phone from your pocket. "I'm gonna turn my show on, you're welcome to watch with us." You pull up Netflix on your phone before handing it to Gar as he puts in the password.
You rest the phone on the ottoman, using one of the random books from the table to stabilize your phone. Rachel huffs a bit but moves closer to you so she can watch the show. She decides to drop it and maybe she is being a bit unreasonable. She doesn't understand Jason and she probably never will. But, she also hasn't taken your advice about talking to him yet. So, Rachel bites back the other comments she has about Jason and listens to you and Gar explain what she's missed so far.
Only a few more minutes go by when Jason and Rose come into view, the two of them heading for the opposite hallway. You’re the first to notice, followed by Gar. Rachel is too busy watching the show to even care.
"What's going on?" Gar asks, cautiously seeing the two of them walking side-by-side.
Jason looks like he's doing a bit better. "Going to train, nothing else to do anyway."
"You training, too?" You quirk a brow at Rose.
Rose tilts her head just slightly to the side. "Nah," She shakes her head. "I'm gonna kick his ass."
"Fuck off." Jason huffs, but a smile is on his lips.
"Please, do. Someone's gotta kick him around now and again." You grin at Jason.
His eyes narrow at you. "Yeah, cause you never will."
"One day, Jay. One day." You wiggle your brows at him before looking back at your phone, trying to ignore the weird warmth in your stomach. That is not jealousy.
"When hell freezes over." Jason scoffs but you keep your eyes on the screen and there's a disappointment that bites Jason's bone. His smile falls and he thought you'd have some come back about beating his ass even when hell freezes over or something dumb. But, you say nothing and he's disappointed in that. "Whatever," He scoffs, jerking his head towards the hall. "Let's go." Jason and Rose leave the three of you to yourselves.
You think Gar doesn't notice the short banter that wasn't really banter. You think he doesn't notice the way your eyes narrowed and the way the grin turned stale. You think he doesn't notice how you are with Jason and it hurts Gar. He likes you but he thinks maybe you’re more into Jason than you'll ever be into him. Sure, you’re choosing to hang out with him more but you and Jason still do your flirty thing. It doesn't really make any sense to him if he's being honest.
After two hours, the power finally comes back on. Every light in the tower turns back on and the lights of the city start to shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows once again. The three of you breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that means the other Titans took down Dr. Light with success. You all move the show to the TV and wait on the edge of your seats for the other Titans to come back. Jason and Rose join the three of you just a few minutes later as if to also be waiting for the other Titans. Jason steals the remote and switches to the news.
"Well, you could have asked first, but sure." You quip but Jason brushes you off as he stands off to the side of Gar, arms crossed.
The news plays over footage of the Titans fighting Dr. Light and failing. Dick chooses to save a busload of people instead of stopping Dr. Light. Dr. Light takes off and he's completely out of sight. The news reports that he's nowhere to be seen but everyone on the bus is safe.
"And that's why they should have fucking let me go!" Jason complains, flinging one of his arms out.
All of you chooses not to argue or humor Jason. The rest of the Titans are probably going to be upset when they get back and Jason will have some sort of comment about it. It's not worth it for any of you to argue or agree with him. You'll leave that to Dick and the other Titans.
As soon as the rest of the Titans get back, you, Gar, Rachel, and Jason keep your places in the living area beside Rose who doesn't want any part of it, apparently. You all wait until Dawn and Hank head off toward the bedrooms, leaving just Dick in the living area. Jason takes the lead and gets up first, the rest of you following him
"Where's Dr. Light?" Jason taunts Dick as he walks closer to him.
"Jason." Rachel warns.
"A little stealth job on a guy who shoots what? Headlamps? I mean half the city's on fire and still no sign of Dr. Light." Jason is now about a foot away from Dick, Gar, you, and Rachel standing two feet behind Jason not liking where this is going.
"Not the time, Jason." Dick warns him.
Jason rushes Dick quickly, almost chest-to-chest with him. "Look, I don't take orders from you anymore, man. I do what I want when I want." Jason states, eying Dick with anger. You roll your eyes behind him and Gar sucks in a breath, knowing this is not going to end well.
Dick gets this smile that is almost his way of telling Jason how fucking stupid that is. He goes to walk past Jason but Jason puts his hand on his chest, stopping Dick in his tracks. Dick looks almost appalled. You thought Dick wasn't as great at hiding his emotions when you first got here but the more you watch him, the more you realize he's actually very good at it. He just has resting bitch face. But, it's obvious by the way his brows went up and his eyes widened just a little that he was shocked and appalled that Jason stopped him.
"Get out of my way." Dick's voice is stern and unwavering.
"I think you got it all wrong," Jason shakes his head at Dick, a little close to him for everyone's comfort. Jason hits Dick's chest again with an open palm. "You're in my way." The three of you behind Jason can feel this going south very quickly but none of you want to insert yourselves in it. You’re a bit interested to see where this will go and how Dick plans to de-escalate the situation. "Maybe you need a retirement package."
You and Gar glance between each other before turning back to Jason. You want to help break this up but how? This is not your battle and if you take Dick's side, you'll be hearing from Jason about it. So, you both stand back as Jason turns to look at you for just a second. He's got this determined look in his eye that makes you quirk a brow. He makes a fist and all three of you shake your heads slightly.
"Don't." Dick grits his teeth, his nose scrunching up. Yeah, tonight is not the night to pick a fight with Dick.
Jason tries to charge Dick but Dick is faster and takes an open palm to back of his head, pushing him to the ground. You let out a sigh, hanging your head and holding the bridge of your nose. Gar has resorted to looking down and running a hand through his hair, a look of exasperation across his face. Rachel leans forward, simply surprised.
Dick even looks a bit surprised. "Shit." Dick says softly as he reaches a hand towards Jason. "Here." His voice is flat.
Jason slaps Dick's hand away before getting up from the floor. Jason's heaving a few breaths as if the anger is consuming him from the pit of his lungs. He stands toe-to-toe with Dick but doesn't say anything. He pushes past him and heads off down the hallway. Dick looks at the three of you who all look like you're torn between second-hand embarrassment and yikes.
"What was that?" Dick asks, his eyes directly at you.
"Got me." You shrug. If Dick really can't figure out what Jason is upset about, he's actively choosing to be obvious or something because Dick isn't stupid.
Dick shakes his head and decides he'll deal with it later. "Gar, come on, need you again." Dick starts walking past all of you.
"I'll come to your room later." Gar gives you an apologetic look.
"I'm gonna check on Jason anyway." You roll your eyes and everyone goes their separate ways, leaving Rachel in the living room.
You head to Jason's room where his music is yet again blaring. You bang on the door and he doesn't answer at first. You suck in a breath and decide you’re just going to keep banging on the door until he answers it. It's a solid minute of knocking before the door swings open, Jason's cheeks red and his eyes wide, filled of rage.
"What the fuck?!"
"Move." You move past him and Jason wants to know why you do this? And why does he let you? You spin around. "What the fuck to you? What the fuck was that with Dick, dude?"
"Oh, this is about Dick, huh?" Jason yells, his face scrunching with anger as he shuts the door.
"You were going to fight him." You say through gritted teeth. "Why?"
"He thinks he fucking knows everything!" Jason swings his arm out. "But he got fucking beat by Dr. Light, a fucking dude whose power is a streetlamp." Jason scoffs, the very thought of this guy comical to him.
"Okay." You lower your voice. "So, why not let him wallow in his own mistakes then? Why do you gotta rub it in?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking his side?!" Jason’s voice goes up an octave.
"NO!" You yell at him. "I'll always take y0our side! Just..." You pause, letting yourself take a breath. "Just, fucking talk to me, Jay." You cave, chewing the inside of your cheek. He's never gone after Dick before. It's like all of them said, Jason gets mad and rants and raves, trains a bit, and that's it. He doesn't go after people, but tonight he did. You’re worried about him.
Jason shakes his head, looking to the ground and you have this way of calming him down. You’re just as hot-headed as he is but when he's screaming, you can just stay calm. It might take a minute, but you calming down and asking him such a simple question, gets him to cool off. It’s the way you call him Jay and it’s like it flips the switch. You call him that nickname, you’re the only one, and he knows he can talk.
"I just wanna fucking help." Jason scoffs, leaning against his door. "I feel fucking useless here and he won't let me fucking help. If I could show him what I can do..."
"Maybe he'll let you actually help." You finish for him.
"Yeah, Robin is like," Jason lets out a scoff. "It's the one thing I've been fucking good at. It feels like it's being taken away from me and there's nothing I can fucking do about it." There's a break in his voice and you feel for him.
It's the first time he's admitted any of that. The thing about Robin is Jason has always been a hothead. He's always liked attention. The world has been unfair to him his entire life. But, he puts on that suit and the hot-headedness actually comes in handy sometimes, dealing with these big bads like the Riddler and the Joker. The attention is on him because he's a hero with Batman. And he gets to level the playing field in the world that's treated him so poorly. He's so good at it, too and he knows it. But, it's all being ripped away from him. Sure, it’s his own doing but, maybe if Bruce or Dick offered him an ear every now and again, they would get why Jason does things like joyrides in the Batmobile and riding a motorcycle in the manor.
"Yeah, I get that." You nod and move to stand next to him, leaning against his door with him. "But, uh, for what's it worth, I would care to argue you're also a good friend. You're good at that."
Jason lets out a laugh. "Yeah, that's real fucking inspiring."
You shrug, laughing with him. "It's better than nothing, right? No, but you're a good reader and you are funny. You are a good Robin. You’re a better Robin than Dick was." You eye him, the laugh falling. "And I'm not just filling your ego." You give him a smirk.
"Aw, can't fill it even a little, babe?" Jason's brows knit together and he's got this half-cocked grin that makes your stomach twist.
The nickname makes your knees weak. "Absolutely not, shithead."
Jason lets out another laugh. "Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem. You know I'm always gonna be here for ya." You give him a wink. "I don't think Dick's worth it anyway." You let out a sigh.
"Back to having an issue with him?" Jason nods with understanding. He's in a constant state of flip-flopping on having an issue with him.
"Nah, I just mean I don't think he's worth it. If you're gonna fight a Titan, at least make it worth it, ya know? Like, it's Dick. He's whatever and it's like tragic in a pathetic kind of way to watch two Robins fight each other. I mean how fucking cliche. Fight Hank or some shit." You scoff. "Or prove yourself in a different way, one that doesn't involve tagging along where they shove you into a corner anyway."
"I'd obliterate Hank." Jason chortles, his head is high and his chest puffed out with confidence.
"See, exactly!" You cheer.
Jason pauses for a second and maybe you have a point. Maybe he could find a way to show Dick in a different way. He doesn't need to rely on Dick to invite him out onto the field. He could just do it himself.
"Hey," Jason's brows furrow as he looks to you, an idea popping into his head. "Gar still helping Dick?"
Your eyes narrow at him, not liking the question. "Assume so...why?"
"We could help." Jason proposes the idea and you just know he doesn't want to sit in front of a computer as a way to help. Jason is a hands-on kind of hero.
"Mmm." You hum. "What's your angle?"
"You said prove myself in a different way." Jason give you an eerily innocent smile.
"Mhm." You hum. "Yeah, he's probably in the comms lab trying to locate Dr. Light again." You tell him, trying to figure out what exactly he's getting at. Jason is anything but innocent.
Jason pushes himself from the door, gesturing for you to follow his lead. "So, let's help. An apology to Dick, offer my help here."
"Yeah, I don't believe your intentions are so pure if I'm being honest." You state, keeping your stance against his door.
Jason has a cocked grin, eyes devious. "You gonna stop me?"
You should but he didn't stop you. So, you roll your eyes and push off of the door. "Guess not."
Jason has this triumphant smile that makes your heart beat a little faster. Jason opens the door and you follow him. Something in you is saying Jason doesn't want to help with this. Not in this way. You worry he's going this to hunt Dr. Light down himself. But, he went with for Jerry. He never tried to talk you out of it because he knew he couldn't and you know you can't talk him out of this. You needed it and Jason needs this, too. Plus, you aren’t completely sure that’s what his plan is.
You get to the comms lab, Gar quickly typing away as Jason leans against the table, facing Gar. His hands grip the edge as he waits for Gar to look at him. You stand off to the side of Gar's chair.
"Hey?" Gar questions, looking between the two of you.
"Hey." Jason greets a little too kindly.
"You okay?" Gar asks, this time his voice has a little bit of concern. He takes a quick glance at you and then brings his eyes back to Jason.
"Yeah, yeah, I've been knocked down before." Jason nods his head, looking to you.
"Look, uh, Dick just reacted he didn't mean anything by it." Gar says, his voice soft and you want to melt. He's so kind and sweet and caring. He never wants anyone to hurt anyone, physically or mentally. He is so good.
"Yeah, he did." Jason keeps his voice level and honest. He gains this tired grin. "Look, I know what I am. I'm a dirty little favor to Bruce. And probably why they reopened this place." Jason looks around the room. "Scrap heap for rejects." You roll your eyes at the comment before you go back to eyeing him carefully.
"I'm not a reject." Gar shakes his head, his voice displeased and hurt by the remark.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you." Jason shakes his head before looking at you. "Or you." He looks back to Gar.
"Look, you're not a reject, either, Jason. We're...we're Titans." Gar gets this huge smile, one of accomplishment and pride.
You keep your eyes narrowed as the smile falls from Jason's face. He's manipulating Gar. It's the way he spoke with ease. The way he smiled that wreaked of bad intentions. And that's when you know for certain. He wants to find Dr. Light so he can go after him. Jason wants to help in a different way, meaning he wants to do it all himself. That's the only reason why he walked in here the way he did, saying what he said and how he said it. If he came in here, immediately asking to help, a red flag would have been triggered for Gar.
Jason turns to look at the large screen. "Hey, can I help you?" Jason asks, gaining the smile back as he pushes off the table.
"Uh, sure?" Gar says, leaning forward and wheeling the chair closer to the controls. "You okay?" Gar asks, looking back to you. "You're really quiet."
"Oh, yeah." You nod, glancing between and Gar and Jason. "It's nothing, it's fine." You’re not gonna get in the middle of Jason trying to find Dr. Light and him going off to find him. Gar won’t let Jason help if you say anything.
Gar eyes you with a bit of suspicion but decides not to press. He moves back to the computer and looks at the large screen that Jason is now standing just inches from.
"I'm just looking for heat signatures. After Dr. Light absorbed all that energy, he's gotta be radiation hot." Gar explains.
"What's that?" Jason points to a blank spot on the map.
Gar zooms in. "Emergency exits on the Bayline train station. Underground, so impossible to read."
"Train tunnels must have underground heat sensors." Jason looks behind him to Gar.
"Good idea." Gar gets this interested smile as he wheels over to the right and starts typing. "I'm just gonna piggyback on the Bayline system." Gar says and just like that, where there was once a blank spot, it's now glowing red. A large smile comes to your face and this is why Dick should give him a chance. He is in fact clever. Jason lets out a single laugh, a large and proud smile on his face. "Holy shit." Gar beams as a similar laugh leaves his lips. Gar wheels back over to the center of the control panel. "You're amazing, Jason. I think we got him." Gar says, barely finishing his sentence before he pushes off the chair, immediately heading for the hallway.
"Woah, where ya going?" Jason calls after him, quickly catching up to Gar before he can leave.
"To tell Dick." Gar states as if Jason should have known.
"I got a better idea." Jason starts and you groan internally. This isn't good. "Look, why don't we go take a quick look to make sure." Jason offers and you’re shocked he isn't going off on his own. You definitely expected him to try and sneak out of here. "Cause if we're wrong, we'll look like assholes."
Gar nods his head, an unamused smile on his lips. "Yeah..." He stops nodding, snapping his eyes at Jason. "No." He quickly turns back around to the hallway.
"Gar! I need this." Jason pleads and Gar stops again. "To make things right with Dick, to show him what I can do. Okay? What we can do."
Gar walks back over to Jason. "He knows what you can do." Gar's voice is sympathetic as he shakes his head. "You're Batman's guy." Gar's voice is quieter this time but still drenched in the same sincerity.
"Was." Jason corrects him. You raise a brow. This is the first time he's thought of Robin in the past tense. "I'm not saying we go rogue." Jason explains. "We'll just do some visual verification, lay eyes on the guy and call Dick. Look, help me out Gar." Jason pleads with him and this time, it seems Jason is being sincere rather than manipulating him. But, you know Jason won't call Dick. "I could use a win."
Gar pauses and looks past Jason to you, your feet seeming to be glued to the floor. "What do you think?" Gar asks. "You haven't said anything."
You let out a sigh, Jason turning and his eyes boring into you. If you say Jason is right, that'll be it. The three of you will go and it could end poorly. If you say Gar is right, Jason will be mad and probably go anyway. At least, if all three of you are there, maybe something horrible won't happen. You kind of owe him anyway and you do kind of agree with Jason. But, you feel like you’re not choosing on if you should go after Dr. Light or tell Dick. Instead, you feel like you’re choosing between the boys with both of them looking at you and expecting you to agree with both of them.
"I dunno." Your voice holds reluctance. "I just..."
"Come on, Y/n." Jason pleads with you now. "You wanna prove it to Dick, too, right? You just said you're tired of being cooped up here. When we went after Jerry, as soon as you said we should call him, we did. It's the same thing."
You let out a sigh because you know that. "Stop kissing my ass." You roll your eyes. "I mean..." You look to Gar. "We could be heroes tonight." You raise your brow at him and there's a drop in Gar's expression but Jason's brightens. You don't want to sit around helping like this either. You want to do something and you do not want Jason to get himself killed tonight.
"Really?" Gar's voice is filled of disappointment. He thought you'd side with him, especially with how you were right after going after Jerry.
"I mean..." You pause. "I've fucked up with Dick, too and it does suck. If we could do this for him, maybe it'll prove that we're more than just those fuck ups. You haven't done anything, of course, but you're like...the responsible one." You state before looking to Jason. "No offense." You look back to Gar. "If we have you with us, maybe Dick will appreciate the three of us working together and being there for backup, ya know?"
Gar pauses and he's not winning this. He can tell by the looks in yours and Jason’s eyes, you're both a bit desperate to prove something. Jason just wants to prove that he is worth something. He's worth the time and the effort and the energy. He's meant to be Robin. You, Gar isn't really sure what you want to prove. But, it's the way your brows furrow and your voice quivers that he can tell it means something to you. Maybe you just want to prove you’re useful. You’re the only one no one who hasn’t been in some type of fight that isn't training. Everyone even saw Rose on the TV fighting. So, Gar caves despite his better judgment.
"Quick look, then we call Dick." Gar's voice is serious and stern, as if he's really taking the comment about being the responsible one to heart.
Jason smiles casually as he nods. "I promise."
"Let's get going then and hurry the fuck up." You walk past Jason.
"I'm gonna grab something real quick, I'll meet you guys outside." Jason says before walking past you, jogging down the hallway.
Gar gives you a look as the two of you head down the same hallway. "Siding with Jason?"
You let out a sigh. "I get it, ya know?" You shrug your shoulders. "Like...I dunno just wanting to be good enough." Your voice is quiet. "We all just want to be good enough for something, right? And I have these new powers and I'm going stir-crazy over it. I feel useless. I'm the only one who hasn't done anything. I beat up some basic ass psycho. He never even put up a fucking fight." You scoff. "I owe him, ya know?"
"You don't." Gar shakes his head. "And you are good enough. Dick knows you are." Gar urges and he doesn’t want you making bad decisions to prove something Dick already knows.
"It's different, Gar." You lick your lips. "Jason never tried to talk me out of going. He knew he couldn't do it. He knew I wouldn't listen to him. So, he came with to make sure I'd be okay and that I wouldn't kill him." You shake your head. "Uh....just...I don't want to get into the nitty-gritty of it all that night but," You look to the floor, watching as your shoes touch the floor. "He did a lot for me that night, like what you do." You nod at him and Gar gets it now.
Maybe you and Jason do flirt with each other and maybe there is something going on. He doesn't really know and a part of him would like to be left in ignorant bliss about it but ever since that night, something was different between you and Jason. Gar can't put his finger on it, but it seemed different. And now he knows why. You got to see a side of Jason no one else ever gets to see. Jason treats you like a person and you do him. Jason makes you feel like a person, an important person just like Gar does. It's just a little different.
Gar nods with understanding. "For the record," Gar lets out a sigh. "I think you're both good enough."
Heat creeps through your cheeks as your face softens. "Thank you, Gar." You feel the giddiness course through your veins. "You are also plenty good enough."
Gar chuckles softly. "Thanks, Y/n." Gar reaches his door, opening it. "Just grabbing my jacket."
"Yeah, I'm gonna grab a different hoodie." You jerk your head towards your room.
The two of you part ways to grab your different clothes. Gar goes with his red and white jacket while you grab a black athletic jacket. It's warm, jet-black, and it's a zip-up. You tie a belt around your waist, the belt lined with varying knives you’ve been given over the last few months from Dick. And you hide it under your hoodie. You know damn well this is going to get ugly and if Gar sees this, he'll back out and tell Dick. But, you aren't going to go unprepared. So, you hide it.
Once the three of you are outside, you head off to find Dr. Light. Jason, naturally showed up in his Robin suit. You and Gar aren’t even surprised. It's completely on brand. You think Jason would sleep in it if he could.
Once you reach the tunnels, that's when things start feeling a little off. You have a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something just doesn't feel quite right here. A part of you thinks you’re just anxious over facing a villain. You know Jason isn't going to call Dick. He's going to put up a fight because that's just Jason. He's going against all odds to prove himself and this is a perfect opportunity. So, maybe you’re just anxious about that. But, you try to brush it off because you’re with the two boys who would never let anything happen to you.
"I thought this was reconnaissance only." Gar states as the three of you head down the stairs into the tunnels. "You're overdressed." Gar sounds tired and like he's done dealing with Jason's shit.
Jason laughs. "Exactly reconnaissance on a homicidal psychopath." The three of you stop walking. Jason leans against the railing on his side, facing you and Gar. You stand right in the middle of them. "Safety first."
"Yeah...that's why you wore the suit." You quip as you cross your arms over your chest.
Gar looks at the two of you before shaking his head. "I'm calling Dick." He says, completely through with now the both of you as he goes to head up the stairs.
"Gar, wait." You call but you keep your footing where you are.
"Yeah, come on, man." Jason whines. "Okay, you agreed to help me out. Please?"
"It'll be fine." You assure Gar with the easy shrug of your shoulders.
"See, Y/n’s on board." Jason points at you with an open palm. "Let's go." Jason jerks his head down the stairs.
Gar is so fed up with this already. He just gestures lazily out in front of him for Jason to take the lead again. The three of you walk down the stairs together, Jason feeling fantastic about himself, Gar wants to go home, and you’re stuck in between the two of them, literally and figuratively.
"Alright," Jason says as you reach the bottom of the stairs, all of you coming to a stop. "Let's uh, let's split up."
"Huh?" Gar hums, his voice high-pitched.
You scrunch your entire face at Jason, appalled. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"What?" Jason scoffs.
"Bad idea!" You groan.
"Man," Gar puts a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Don't you remember any of the horror movies we've watched?" There's a bit of panic in his voice.
"One of the easiest rules to remember is to not split up, Jason." You explain dramatically.
"You both wanna get out here fast, right?" Jason nods his head slowly and dramatically. "The three of us will get the job done in half the time." Jason says as he starts walking off.
"One of us definitely needs to go with him." You let out a sigh.
Gar's face is panicked but he manages a frown at you. "No way."
"Hey, I'm not going alone and you and I both know Jason functions strictly on reckless abandon. One of us has to be with him for safety measures." You gesture an open hand down the tunnel. "He's already left us." Honestly, you’re not happy about the whole splitting up thing but Jason seemed to make that decision for the three of you.
Gar lets out a groan. "Fine, okay." He puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes softly. "I just, I got a bad feeling."
You nod but you choose not to put more worry into him. You don't like when he worries so much. "It'll be fine. You can turn into a tiger, I can melt people, Jason is very good at kicking ass and he does have the Robin suit which has weapons. We'll be fine." You rest a hand on Gar's shoulder and give him a gentle smile. The action was supposed to make him feel better but something about it doesn’t.
"Okay." He nods reluctantly.
"Meet you after." You give Gar a wink before turning and jogging down one of the tunnels to catch up with Jason.
You catch up with Jason, Jason hearing your pattering footsteps behind him. He knows it's you by the lightless of your steps.
"Can I fucking help you?" Jason quips.
"How-how did you know it was me?" You ask as you catch up to him, coming to a walking speed.
Jason lets out a laugh. "You're not fucking subtle." If anyone was going to follow him, it’d be you.
"Ha-ha." You mock him. "I came to make sure..." You pause as Jason looks at you, eyes narrowed and this is like when you went to beat up Jerry. Him in the Robin suit, you in street clothes, going to find a piece of shit. Maybe there's a bit of comfort in reckless abandon. "You don't kill him." You flash him a smirk.
There's a prideful smile across Jason's lips as he looks forward. He got the reference. He remembers telling you that that night.
"Gonna be able to pull me off him, huh?"
"Well," You shrug. "I was trained by the best, ya know?" You lift your hoodie so he can see the knives. "I, too, came a little overdressed for the occasion."
Jason lets out a laugh, his nose scrunching. "Yeah? And how's Gar feel about that?"
"Oh, well, he doesn't know." You let outa sigh, a guilty expression on your face. "He would have told Dick if he saw but I wasn't coming unprepared."
A triumphant smile pulls at Jason's lips as he boasts his chest. "Well, hey, I'm just glad you finally fucking admit I'm the best." Jason chortles.
"Oh, shut the fuck up." You roll your eyes. "Seriously, though," You let out a breath. "This is honestly stupid, like you know that, right?"
The smile falls. "No, he's a stupid fucking lightbulb."
"Uh-huh, yes, but the other Titans seem afraid of him. You don't think that's the least bit weird?" You raise.
"Could just be that Deathstroke is out there and his daughter is at the tower." Jason snarks.
"Fair." You let out a sigh, knowing that might be true. Everything you’ve heard about Dr. Light doesn’t sound too terrifying in terms of bad guys. "You don't seem to mind who Rose's dad is." You look to the ground for a split second, Jason catching it and a smirk comes to his face. Game time.
"Jealous?" He quips, looking at you and you think the mask makes him look a little goofy and he knows exactly what he's doing because you asked him the same thing last time.
"You fucking wish." You mock him and Jason lets out this laugh that bubbles your stomach. You wish he laughed more.
"If I did?" Jason continues and this time you look at him. He's looking straight ahead with a smirk that makes you want to kiss it right off his face. Shut him right up. But, you don't because you do like Gar.
You roll your eyes. "Alright, you fucking smartass."
"You always do that." Jason remarks, his voice drenched in confidence.
"Do what?" You glance to Jason.
"Deflect, backtrack. We go and back forth, and when you get stuck, you backtrack." Jason tilts his head to the right and then straights it back out with a shrug.
"Your point?" You raise, curious where he's going with this, but give him a teasing grin anyway.
Jason shrugs. "No point, just pointing it out." He is curious why you always do it. He wonders if it's because of Gar. Maybe you'd commit a bit more to the flirty banter, keep it going, if it weren't for Gar. Or maybe it's because it's him. He doesn't know but he definitely likes trying to figure you out.
"Mhm." You hum, not believing him. "Well? You and Rose?"
You don't even know why you’re pushing for an answer but you are. They've been hanging out a little more and you’re curious. Rose is cool and you like Rose. You swear it's not jealousy, that's not why you’re asking. You’re just curious.
"Why don't you tell me why you wanna know so bad?" Jason's brows are furrowed as he looks to you, his smirk turning taunting.
You wave a finger at him. "Why don't you tell me why you wanna know about Gar and me so bad?" You match the smirk with pride.
Jason's eyes narrow at you, a smile pulling up as he licks his bottom lip and turns forward again. He wants to know but only if it's the answer he wants. He'd rather not have to hear that you like him and he likes you. That you're some sort of couple or you want them to be. You are Jason’s friend so he'd suck it up for you, of course, but he doesn't want to actively hear it. The idea of rejection makes his mouth grow sour. But, he's not going to tell you that.
"You first." Jason states and decides to throw the ball in your court.
You shrug. The issue with the two boys for you is that Gar makes you feel stable and safe, secure. He makes you happy and you feel...content. You feel this weird feeling of peace with him that you can't quite explain. In a way, you feel kind of like your old self, but a more mature version of it. It's not about the games or jokes between you, it's just very soft. It is warmth like a fireplace in a brutal winter. You feel like nothing bad or dangerous could ever be happen with Gar because of the peace that just radiates from him. You can't even figure it out which is fun. He makes you feel comfortable, something you really miss. But, then there's Jason.
Jason makes you feel like you’re on fire. Every part of you is bursting into flames around him and it doesn't even hurt, it's just exhilarating. It feels like the two of you could burn an entire city down together. And yet, you feel safe with him, too. There is not a single doubt in your mind that Jason would protect you against anything in the world. And you'd do the same for him. Jason has this sort of recklessness about him that you find intriguing. You don't know what he's gonna do or what he's thinking, something about that is endearing. Jason makes you feel alive with the fire in your belly and that brings you this sense of comfort you have craved for years. And you don't have to hide anything from him, not any of the trauma because Jason has already seen it all and went through it all. He just gets you. But, then you come back to Gar again and the idea of just being soft. The two boys have pros and cons, every person does, and you know what you want but you’re not sure if what you want meets what you need. So, you shrug.
"I mean, she's pretty and you seemed into her." You let the words roll off your tongue as if it's not a bitter sting in your throat.
Jason nods once. "Yeah, she is." He chuckles softly, it's fake though. "Don't know." Jason huffs. "Don't really know her, ya know?"
"Mhm, yeah." You nod your head. "I get it."
"You seem into Gar. He's definitely into you." Jason lets out a breath, deciding to make something up, piggybacking off your reasoning.
"Yeah..." You let out a huff, a sad smile on your lips. "He does sometimes but I don't know."
Your lack of mention about your feelings doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. But, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to know. "Oh, no, he does." Jason's eyes widen. "Everyone can fucking see it." He chortles a little more bitterly than he intended.
"Not to me." You scoff. You look to the ground and back to Jason who hasn't taken his eyes off of you. You look forward and that's when you see a little bit of light from the end of the tunnel. "What's that?" You jerk your head forward, Jason shining the flashlight in that direction.
"Found him." Jason smirks, more to himself than to you.
"So, we're calling Dick, right?" You raise a brow at him as you both keep walking.
Jason just looks at you and he knows you’re being facetious. "You gonna call him? Or you gonna let me fucking do this?"
You sigh. "I'm not gonna stop you." You shake your head. "By the time I go call Dick, it'll be over. Go do your thing, I'll be here if you need help and to make sure you don't kill him." You flash him a smile.
"Thanks." Jason's voice is sincere as he walks further ahead of you, ready to take out the walking, talking lightbulb.
Dr. Light is using his energy or taking energy from the tunnels, Jason and you can't quite tell. But, while doing that, it sees he also sucks the energy from Jason's flashlight, it dying while Jason bangs it with his hand. This gets Dr. Light's attention.
"What? The big kids weren't available?" Dr. Light asks once he's on his feet. "They sent Junior Robin." The whole tunnel goes dark and suddenly you’re anxious. Maybe you should have gone with Gar. "Maybe you're just a fanboy."
Jason throws his flashlight off to the side, clearly not having whatever bullshit Dr. Light is going to keep throwing at him. The back of your head starts throbbing, the throbbing echoing to the front. Dr. Light starts firing light bursts, you and Jason dodging out of the way quickly. The throbbing in your head gets louder and more aggressive. Dr. Light lets out a sinister snicker as you move to Jason, grabbing his arm to try and help him up. Dr. Light towers over you both until you get to your feet. You let go and Jason lunges at Dr. Light, punching him in the face with a yell. Dr. Light puts up a good fight and overpowers Jason, throwing Jason right into the wall of the tunnel. He grabs Jason by the collar and throws him to the ground before moving to you.
Your hands glow at your sides, eying Dr. Light. You have no intentions of fighting him today. This isn't exactly what you signed up for but hey, if Jason and you get this guy, that's bonus points for you.
"Some competition." Dr. Light cackles before shooting a light burst at you but you’re faster because of the throbbing. You were out of the way before the light burst even left Dr. Light.
"Maybe for you," You snark, looking just past him where Jason is kneeling, getting to his feet. "Not for us though." You shoot acid at him, just missing as he dodges and he laughs but as he's turning around, you’re already throwing a knife, the knife grazing his arm.
Dr. Light glares at you, feeling the blood trickle down his arm. He's not going easy on either of you now, he will not be beaten up by two little Tikes. But, Jason is back on his feet now, a look of determination and stubbornness that you can make out even in the dark tunnel.
"Hey, Lightbulb." Jason snarks, getting his attention. "Pick on someone your own fucking size."
Dr. Light takes the opportunity to shoot light bursts at Jason but Jason is also quicker and dodges them and blocks them with his cape. You officially think the cape is the coolest part of his suit. The light didn't do anything to Jason or his cape. It's actually really cool.
"Is it light like light beer light?" Jason quips.
"Shut the fuck up." Dr. Light yells, shooting more light bursts at Jason. You stand behind Dr. Light, letting Jason do his thing as promised and you have to admit, this guy is a fucking idiot. Jason and you have him cornered and he can't even focus on both of you. The older Titans are so scared of him...because?
"Fuck you!" Jason yells before he storms Dr. Light.
Jason starts punching him and Dr. Light can't get a single hit in. You stand back and let him just go for it. He let you go after Jerry, so you let him go after Dr. Light. You do, however, stand with a knife in your hand, the other hand glowing faintly as if waiting for this to go south. If Dr. Light suddenly gets this burst of energy, you want to be prepared to step in and help Jason. But, by the look of Jason grabbing him and pining Dr. Light to the ground, you don't think he'll need it.
"This Titan's back bitch." Jason snarls before going in for more punches to Dr. Light's face.
You move closer anyway as Jason's punches get more erratic and aggressive, getting the sense you'll have to pull him off. As you watch, you get a glimpse of how Jason felt that night. Based on things Jason has said, you know he views Jerry like he views any other villain, a waste of space. There is not a single part of you that thinks he was ever against you beating him up. He only pulled you off so you wouldn't be a murderer and have to live with the repercussion of that. And you get it because while watching him is actually pretty badass and, albeit, very attractive, it is worrisome.
He's aggressive and filled of fire. It's like he could go through this for hours and not get tired. You don't want him to be so angry anymore. He doesn't deserve to have so much aggression in him. He's better than that, he's worth more than that. And you want to stop him because there's this throbbing starting again in the back of your head. Dr. Light is on the ground, Jason has him, someone is coming. The throbbing intensifies, right at the base of your head and you know.
You spin around, only to be met with Deathstroke, holding his sword out a centimeter from your face. Your heart stops, your breath caught in your throat while time freezes. This is so much worse than Dr. Light and it’s only going to get worse. Jason is going to turn around and probably lose it. And Dr. Light starts cackling underneath Jason as Jason pauses for a breath.
Jason thinks he's just a twisted fuck for a second. Surely, this guy isn’t crazy enough to think getting the shit beat out of him is funny. That's the only logical explanation except that you haven't said a single word and you’re not in his eyesight anymore.
"Jay?" You call and your voice is so small, Jason's heart sinks.
He turns around slowly and there's Deathstroke with a sword to your face. Jason's entire heart feels like it's been ripped from his chest. It's nearly paralyzed him. He didn't prepare for this and suddenly, he's drowning in his own regret. He should have known better.
"Drop the knife." Deathstroke says calmly.
You suck in a breath, eyes locked on Deathstroke. Jason watches as his eyes are filled with panic and you drop the knife, the metal clanking against the concrete beneath you. You both are so fucked. Dr. Light gets the upper hand now, grabbing Jason by the cape and punching him. Jason lets out a yell as Dr. Light attacks him.
On instinct, you take a step back, turning around to face Dr. Light. You don’t make any further movements, knowing Deathstroke could stab you and kill you at any point. But, you’re not going to face Deathstroke while Dr. Light decides he can target Jason now.
"Just stop!" You yell out. "What? Guys can't lay a hand on the other Titans so you target us?" You yell to try and distract Dr. Light but it's no use.
Jason gets knocked out with one of the punches, Dr. Light considering it a job well done and before you can even process anything else, there’s a harsh hit to your head, sending you unconscious as well.
Gar heard Jason scream and you yelling something incoherent from the tunnel he went down. His heart and stomach drop right to his feet. He immediately starts sprinting to where the two of you went. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew the second Jason brought up splitting up, it would be a bad idea. And he had a worse feeling when you remained silent. It's unlike you to be quiet and he thought maybe it was because you agreed with him, that you should tell Dick. You just didn't want to argue with Jason and only agreed to it because you feel you owe him. But, now, he's thinking maybe it really was just that you wanted this, too and Gar is kicking himself because he should have known. He should have known the two of you going off together would only end in a disaster and his thoughts are confirmed when he reaches the tunnel you were in.
He finds Jason’s tossed flashlight, one of your knives, and two streaks of blood on the pavement. Gar is about to lose his mind in a fit of panic. You and Jason have been kidnapped.
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Kinktober day 27
Tim Drake + knife or gunplay
I honestly had zero idea what to write for this, so I just kinda went with the flow. The reader is Deathstrokes son or whatever. Hes enhanced like Slade though its not super important in this I guess.
Kinktober list
- You were the son of Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke, one of the most known assassins and hitmen and a man feared by many. Because of this you had been trained by him from the moment you could walk.
- This had caused an almost nonexistent relationship between you both, and you left his custody the first chance you got. You ever truly spoke to your father for holidays, to wish each other a happy birthday, or a happy holiday when it got to that time of the year.
- You had followed in your fathers’ footsteps, though you would not take hits against innocent people or children. You were trained by the best and evolved your own ways, making you even more of a threat against you enemies.
- They called you Fatalstrike, as all who found themselves on your radar met their timely end. You had hated that name in the beginning because it was so similar to your fathers, and you knew people only saw you as his copy.
- You spent a long time carving out your own path because of this, after you learned the name was too stuck to ever really get rid of it.
- You knew of Batman, you had even met Nightwing a couple of times over the years, but you tended to stay out of Gotham. You didn’t really want to run into the batman or all his spawn, knowing they’d just get in your way.
- But during one of your hits, a corrupt politician who was smuggling, selling and kidnapping under the surface, you ran into the bats anyways. Apparently, the politician was connected to some villain of theirs.
- Nightwing recognized you, the idiot even smiled and waved. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes under your helmet as more of the bats showed up, Batman, Nightwing, Red hood, Red Robin and the little shit Robin himself.
- You knew you had to move quickly, so you took your title literally and struck, flinging yourself off the rafters and into the fray between atleast a hundred goons, all carrying guns and other weapons.
- Your target was dead the moment you struck, your aim sure and steady as it had become after so many years under your fathers training. As chaos filled the warehouse you fled, knowing the bats would be distracted by the disorder.
- Lunging across rooftops you were quick to notice you had someone on your tail, and glancing back during a backflip you caught the red suit and the white eyes of his mask. Red Robin was after you it seemed.
- Your chase continued across the city, but you ended up throwing a decide at him that not only short-circuited all his tech, but also blinded and deafened him. This allowed you to disappear as you needed.
- For some reason the bird stayed on your mind after that night, and you were almost convinced you were on his as well. There was some kind of spark between you, when you flipped and your eyes met, it was like static ran between you.
- You were sure he had felt something similar as he kept showing up during your jobs, any that were within a few hours of Gotham or your large missions that paid a couple hundred million. It almost became a game between you and the bird.
- You would kill somebody important, Red Robin would show up and chase you through the city, he would almost catch you and you would get away.
- One night after another target had been wiped out and you had gotten your payments, Red Robin must have grown frustrated with your escape every single time, the sparks between the two of you turning into a wild storm as he grew closer than he ever had before.
- He threw a decide that snapped open and caught around your ankles, sending you tumbling to the ground on a rooftop. You were quick to reach down and use your enchanted strength to rip it, but it gave Red Robin enough time to catch up to you.
- Your gun was pointed at him as he landed, the bat coming to a reluctant stop as he knew it was loaded, having seen you use it to blow out the brains of your last target. Normally you would have lunged up and taken out the one chasing you, but something kept you interested and seated on the cold rooftop.
- You knew his eyes were glued to your gun, your eyes falling to watch the way his jaw worked or how he seemed to gulp the spit in his mouth. Tilting your head in interest you watched as he seemed to adjust his weight from foot to foot, like he couldn’t find a comfortable way to stand.
- Letting your eyes run down his body a dry chuckle left you as you saw the hard shape between his thighs. He must have left the cup of his suit at home, the fact made you smirk, thinking just what he had thought would happen tonight.
- You slowly got to your feet, the gun never wavering from his face where it was pointed. Your heavy boots made a loud noise as you drew closer, slinking along with a predator nearing its prey.
- Red Robin let out a shaky breath as you reached him, the gun pressing against his forehead, the cold metal making him shiver as he visibly swallowed the spit in his mouth once again.
- Tilting your head in an almost mocking move, you lifted your other hand and roughly grabbed his crotch, twisting your hand until a pained noise left the other man’s lips. The gun pressed harder against his skin as his knees buckled, his body moving like he didn’t know if he wanted to draw closer or away.
- You started massaging the hand between his legs, pleased with how he whimpered and moved his hips into your grasp. Removing the gun form his forehead, you rubbed it against his temple and slowly dragged his down his cheek.
- It was obvious his eyes fluttered under his domino, even though you couldn’t see them. As the muzzle of the weapon dug into his cheek his mouth fell open and his pink tongue peeked out, as if he wanted to taste the metal.
- Not one to deny the man, you let the weapon drag across his skin and watched almost enthralled as he accepted the muzzle of it between his lips. His teeth closed around it with an audible clack, a muffled moan leaving him at the taste.
- It was erotic to watch him sucking on the weapon, his tongue running over and tasting the oils you had used to keep the gun in best condition. Letting go of the weapon you drew back, Red Robin keeping it between his teeth as his brows pinched together as if you question what you were doing.
- You snickered as you gave him one last squeeze between the legs, drawing your hand back and watching for a short while how his hips twitched forwards as if searching for touch.
- He didn’t have time to react before you had pulled a gun free from your belt, the metal glinting in the sun as you struck. Red Robin almost lunged backwards, until your knife only cut right through his suit.
- The blade caught from just under his pecs and ripped down, tearing the fabric and armor all the way down till his hard cock flopped out, a faint red line running down his torso, a few drops of blood bubbling to the surface.
- His length gave a strong twitch as precum drippled from the tip, Red Robins movements going still as you tucked the knife away again, returning your hand to their former positions.
- Wrapping your palm around him you quickly started jerking your hand, little care for how uncomfortable he might be at the dry drag and pull of skin and skin. The noises he was making around your gun made it obvious he had nothing against it though.
- The hand gripping your gun started pushing it further into his mouth, Red Robin gagging slightly at the intrusion and taste.
- You chuckled at the noises he made, the volume and pitch rising as you moved your hand even quicker, enjoying more than anything how he humped your hand like an animal and choked on the very weapon you had just used to kill somebody.
- His jaw fell open as he came, your gun slipping out from between his lips, glistening with spit in the moonlight. His cum spurted out of him and against your hand and lower arm, spraying white against you and staining your clothes, not that you cared.
- Tucking away the spit covered gun, you made sure to twist and pull at his length enough to milk the last few drops out of him before letting go.
- Red Robin was panting and swaying softly, and you were sure his eyes would be unfocused under his mask. The righteous part of your brain didn’t like the idea of leaving him there.
- It went against all the training your father had put you through, but you removed your jacket and wrapped it around his waist to cover his modesty, and picked the still floating man up in your arms as you jumped across rooftops towards your safehouse.
- You made sure to be careful with your movements, not wanting to jostle the hero too much and knock him out of whatever nice place his mind had gone after his orgasm.
- At your safehouse you tucked him into the sorry excuse of a bed you had there, keeping his mask on since you knew how important that stuff was for the bats, placed a bottle of water beside him on the floor and went to go start cleaning your weapons.
- You had quite enjoyed it, and with how the man had came all over you and had sounded, you felt he might have liked it just as much. Maybe you could set up a thing with Red Robin, since he so seemed to like being gagged on weapons and you liked doing the gagging.
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Heyo! Since your requests are open I was wondering if you could do a Damian Wayne x male reader. So basically the reader is Damian's older brother (somewhere around Tim's age) and just spending the day together at the mall, (Maybe going to build a bear since I can bet he's never been there).
Thanks so much <33
You were probably the only one of the Bat family, besides Dick, that Damian, Dami, Wayne Liked. It wasn’t that hard for him to like you. You were Y/N Wilson Wayne, son of Slade Wilson A.K.A. Deathstroke the Terminator. You were trained to be an assassin since you could stand. Bruce adopted you after the ENTIRE Justice League was called in to take Slade down. Given Slade’s track record with his children, Grant, Joey, Rose, It was no surprise that Slade had trained you. Bruce took you in around the time Tim started as Robin. There was no way you could forget your training so Bruce let you in on the family business. Red Bat. You were named that because of your brutality and the amount of blood you spilled. You were by no means as deadly as Jason but your training dictated that you put an enemy down. Bruce understood this and while he did not like it he understood that you suffered from a form of PTSD where you had no choice but to obey what Slade tahut you.
When Damian came to live with the Bat family you were the first one that Damian respected. He could not beat you. You were Tim’s age and you have the same genetic enhancements that Slade did. You refused to think of Slade as your father. Damian was entrusted to you when Bruce and Dick were too busy to take Dami on patrol. He seemed to listen to your orders Faster than Bruce and Better than Dick. Dick would never tell you but he was jealous that Damian listened to you better than him. It was a rare day off and you needed to head to the mall. You always headed to the mall when you had a day off and It just so happened that Damian wanted to go as well. You hid your smirk. You knew Damian just wanted to be with you. And you have no problems spending your time with your baby brother.
You knew as soon as you saw the shop you had to drag Damian in. Build a bear workshop, it’s a Bat Family tradition. Every member had gone with Bruce to get one. Dick got an elephant, Jason a wolf, Tim a Monkey and you a Texas longhorn. You knew Bruce would do it but you knew that Damian needed to take part in the traidation. You knew Bruce would make an exemption.
As you led Damian to the store He sent you a murderous look. He didn't know about the tradition as part of the tradition was that people weren't informed of it until after it had been completed. You sent him to go pick one. Damian sent you an inquiring look. You suppressed a chuckle as he picked out a Batman one. As you two stood in line to have it stuffed Damian decided to ask the question that had been on his mind since you entered the store.
“Willison, Why did we enter this childish shop?” Damian asked quietly as to not draw attention. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “I’ll tell you after you're done. And if you don’t lose your temper then we’ll get ice cream, deal?” You asked, knowing that it would get the former assinan to agree. Damian nodded his head. You were very happy to find that he kept the Sarcastic comments to himself.
When everything was done and paid for Damian was happy. He didn’t know why but he was. It was when they were sitting in the food court that Damian asked his question. “Why did you make me do that, Willson?” It wasn’t spoken with the usual amount of hatred, Damian was honestly wondering why You had him participate in the tradition. “Well, It’s something that goes back to when Dick was first adopted. You see, when we all came to Bruce we were scared, angry, sad, confused, grieving. Bruce knew this. He wanted us to have a friend. So he brought us here and let us pick our first friend. I was never Robin. I’m the son of one of his worst enemies. He went out of his way to make me feel welcomed. You, Damian, Push everyone away except for me, Dick, Bruce and Alfred. You need something to pour your heart out to. Yes it's childish, But I still do it. You need to. You need to feel a part of the family. Because, despite your background, You Damian Al-Gaul Wayne, are a part of this family.” You never lost your sincere smile. You could see the tears in Damian’s eyes, despite the sunglasses. You and him Finished your Ice cream and left to head home. It was in the car that Diaman said the thing you wanted to hear the most.
“Thank you Y/N. Thank you for treating me like a member of the family. For treating me as more than a weapon.” You hid your smile but you knew you broke Damian’s first wall. “Anytime baby bat. anytime.”
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Hello, do you accept orders? If so, you could make a dick grayson x male reader, where the reader is a mercenary son of deathstroke and they are a couple, but the bat family doesn't know about their relationship (for obvious reasons) and that during a fight with the family of bats the reader is hurt and that Dick cares so much about him, that he doesn't mind going to help his boyfriend and that the others find out about their relationship, and well that in the end there are tender scenes between dick and the reader. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience.
This is adorable. I want someone like Dick Grayson in my life.
Summary: Dick and (Y/N) are together, however, one is a good guy and one is a bad guy. Their families find out.
Warnings: mentions of a fight, Dick being a sweetheart, secret relationships, Deathstroke and Batman being protective fathers
Dick went on patrol, separating himself from his family. He had a meeting with his boyfriend, (Y/N). Why was the boyfriend secret? Because his boyfriend was son of Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke. They have started out as rivals, fighting whenever they saw one another.
But one time, they saved each other and their friendship started there. Dick didn't tell (Y/N) his name at the time, but they talked a lot about their fathers. Sometimes it was about how annoying they were and sometimes how protective they can be.
Yes, Slade Wilson is a protective father too.
Overtime, it grew into something new, something that, at the time, scared Dick and (Y/N). But a fight secured their feelings for one another and they started their relationship. It was the best that has happened to Dick.
But there was a problem. They had to keep it a secret. They knew each others identities, but their families are enemies and if they found out they would have separated them.
Dick jumped on the roof, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend. (Y/N) smiled too, walking up to Dick. They wrapped arms around each other and kissed.
If Bruce and Slade were to see this, both of them would have had heart attacks.
They stayed close to one another, just basking in their proximity.
" Hey Dick. " (Y/N) said, smiling at his boyfriend, moving his hand to cup Dick's face.
" Hey (Y/N). How are you? " Dick asked, kissing him once more.
" Whenever I see you, I'm always better. " (Y/N) said smirking, moving away a bit.
" I could say the exact same thing. " Dick said, watching his boyfriend.
" What's wrong (Y/N)? " He asked him, taking (Y/N)'s hands into his own.
" I think my father is planning something against yours. I don't know for sure, but there is a plan that involves Batman. " (Y/N) revealed to Dick, squeezing his hands.
" Well, whatever it is, we are going to be fine. " Dick reassured, this not being the first time they had to fight with their families. It wasn't easy, but they knew that they had to keep up the façade.
" I know, but I have a very bad feeling about it. I just wanted to warn you. " (Y/N) said, giving Dick a kiss on his cheek. " I have get going, he will be suspicious if I don't get home. "
Dick nodded, giving (Y/N) a last kiss on the lips before they went their separate ways.
(Y/N) was right about a plan involving Batman. Deathstroke tried to get him to be alone, but the rest of the family was there too. Batman and Deathstroke had started talking, but they were going to fight.
Dick glanced at (Y/N) who was standing behind his father. He couldn't see (Y/N)'s face due to the helmet, but he knew that (Y/N) was looking at him too.
He could only hope, that Batman and Deathstroke won't fight. But hope always dies last. Dick knew it's stupid to hope for that, but for both his and (Y/N)'s sake.
Once Batman and Deathstroke jumped into action, so did everyone else. Dick didn't want to fight (Y/N), he couldn't fight him. It was too painful.
Damian and Jason went after (Y/N) and Dick, Tim and Bruce went after Deathstroke. While fighting, Dick kept an eye on (Y/N). Damian was good and Jason was good too. It wasn't easy to go against Damian or Jason, especially if it's 2 vs 1.
And Dick was proud of (Y/N) from handling it like a champ. One of the reasons why Dick loved him was the fact that (Y/N) could handle it. He could keep up with them and not everyone could.
The fight was going on forever. They have switched from time to time, but Dick never got into a direct fight with (Y/N). He would hold back and his family would notice it and be suspicious.
Dick tried to get to Deathstroke to end the fight, but a scream made him turn his head. It was (Y/N), on the ground and Dick swore he saw blood.
He abandoned the fight with Deathstroke and ran over to (Y/N). He knelt next to his head, saying his name. Damian and Jason stopped in their tracks.
Jason's loud what stopped the fight. Batman and Deathstroke turned their head from the fight they were having. They looked at their first sons. Why was Dick kneeling down next to (Y/N), gently holding his face? And why was (Y/N) reciprocating?
" Hey, where were you hit? " Dick asked softly, ignoring everyone around them. He saw it immediately. It even broke the side of the helmet.
" Can I take it off to see it better? " Dick asked for his permission. (Y/N) mumbled out a yes and Dick gently took off the mask smiling at the sight of (Y/N)'s face.
" Why are you smiling Dick? " (Y/N) asked Dick, raising his hand up to cup his face. It was a habit of his to cup Dick's face.
" Because I love you. "
(Y/N)'s heart melted at the way he said it, just so easily. But then his heart sank. Their families were here. They know...
" Dick... They know. " (Y/N) whispered, worried out of his mind.
" I know. " Dick answered, giving him a kiss to soothe his anxiety.
" Since when is this going on? " Batman asked, his gruff voice cutting through the silence.
" It's going to be a year soon. " Dick answered for them both.
" And how did it happen? " Deathstroke asked the two, watching as Dick helped (Y/N) sit up.
" A series of fight between us and other villains. " (Y/N) answered this one. He leaned his head onto Dick's side and Dick wrapped his arm around him.
Nobody really said anything and Dick and (Y/N) were waiting for their fathers are going to say about this. If they separate them, well, they will still find a way to see one another.
" (Y/N), do you love my son? " Batman asked, using his Bat glare to look at (Y/N).
" I do. I love him more than anything. " (Y/N) said, Grasping Dick's hand.
" And you Nightwing? Do you love my son? " Deathstroke asked Dick, grasping the hilt of his blade. Batman eyes Deathstroke's hands.
" I do. I don't think I could live with out him. " Dick confessed. The brothers were silently watching.
" Okay, I have something to say for the rest of the birds here. " Jason started, clapping his hands. " (Y/N), hurt our brother and I can promise you, you will be begging us to kill you. " Jason finished, making the other brothers nod their heads.
" Same goes for you Nightwing. " Deathstroke said, glaring at the him with his good eye. " Hurt my son, I will make sure to send you to pieces to Batman. "
Batman turned his head, glaring at him. He could understand the protectiveness, (Y/N) being the only son, but that is crossing a line.
" Well, point taken and I think I speak for both myself and (Y/N). " Dick started, helping (Y/N) up. " If you need to talk to us, I'm taking him to my apartment. I need to check out his injury.
He glanced at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders.
" Come on. " Dick encouraged (Y/N), moving his boyfriend to the exit.
" Are you okay now? " Dick asked, watching his boyfriend as he was laying down in his bed. They have been at each others places, but only for a small amount of time, never overnight.
" Yes, can I get some water? I'm thirsty. " (Y/N) asked his boyfriend, touching his bandage wrapped around his head.
" I can, don't touch them. " Dick warned him about bandages. He went to the kitchen, getting a water from the fridge. He sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure that (Y/N) has drank enough water.
" Are you sure you are okay? You have been quiet. " Dick asked, taking (Y/N)'s hand.
" I am okay, it's just weird for our families to know, I guess? " (Y/N) explained to Dick, caressing Dick's hand with his thumb.
" I know, I understand it. " Dick said, giving (Y/N)'s hand a kiss. " Do you need anything else? "
" Not really, just you here next to me. It's our first sleepover together." (Y/N) said, moving so that Dick could lay down next to him.
" It is. " Dick realized, moving to lay down next to his boyfriend.
" I'm just glad that we don't have to hide anymore. " (Y/N) said, kissing Dick on the lips. If it weren't for the fact that (Y/N) was injured, Dick would deepen it.
" We will continue this make out session later, your head needs to heal. " Dick said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
" And you need rest. I know you need it, so lets go to sleep. "
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I hope you don't mind me asking but did classic Slade in orginal comics did anything to Terra? I mean I know he used and manipulated her and i know it's hinted that they had sex in later versions/reboots, but does anything like that happened in the original story?
I don't mind at all! Funnily enough I have received a very similar ask a while ago, but I feel I haven't answered exhaustively so here's a more complete breakdown of Slade and Terra's relationship.
I will assume that with "the original story" you mean the very first time Terra, or Tara Markov, ever appeared - which would be in New Teen Titans (the run from 1980), specifically in the story known as The Judas Contract.
And as far as I know, this run is the only one in which Slade actually had sexual intercourse with her.
This is what George Pérez had to say about Tara:
(...)when you see her for the first time wearing full-make up and dressed in a provocative outfit, where you know she's just been in bed with Deathstroke, it does jab you a bit. "Whoa, good God! This little girl is a slut!"(...)
Wolfman and Pérez never had an ounce of sympathy for her, and aimed to portray her as a psychopathic teenage "little slut" that "used and seduced" Slade Wilson the Deathstroke. Baffling (and imo quite ridiculous) as this take is, this is roughly how it went:
Tara was born from the King of Markovia. She obtained earth manipulation powers through serum experiments, but then was sent to the US to prevent a scandal because she was an illegitimate daughter of the king. There she started selling her services as a hitman and a spy, and that's how she met Deathstroke - Slade was looking for a way to gain information and the upper hand over the Titans, to avenge his son Grant's death and fulfill his contract with HIVE, so he and Tara staged a fight in which she helped the Titans and got accepted among their ranks.
She started feeding Slade info through cameras she had on herself, and through first hand recounts of their missions and trainings, and that is how Slade originally came to know the Titans' civilian identities. The reader finds out that they are in fact allies by being shown a panel of Tara half naked and smoking, with Slade nearby getting dressed.
(here's some of said panels)
Her death is her own doing: she feels disgusted with Slade after he shows his paternal love for Joseph when shit with HIVE hits the fan, and in her rampage and attempt to kill the Titans alone, she pulls the HIVE complex down upon herself with her powers.
Basically the fact that she sleeps with Slade is supposed to serve as a reminder of her low character and moral depravity, and to shock the readers that thought she was a cute little angel. This is Tara in a random scene with the Titans:
(Dick just announced that he's not going to be Robin anymore, and he's not wearing part of his suit hence the weird all-green look. It's so cute how physically close he is with the other Titans btw, and Tara has just been elected as one of them, so she's included in the group affection smooches)
There isn't a real judgement of Slade in the text as far as I remember, not even from Adeline (whose role in the story is to provide Dick the info he needs to understand who Slade is and why he does what he does), and the only time the situation gets talked about is in a later issue, during a conversation Slade has with Garfield who brings up how Slade slept with Tara. I can't find the panels at the moment but I recall that Slade's reply is more or less "does it change anything considering what happened?", and there isn't any real rebuttal from Garfield's part.
Now, and again this is only as far as I know, there isn't any other version of Tara that canonically slept with Slade.
In Teen Titans 2003 (the animated series) Slade manipulates Terra into leaving the Titans in favor of joining his side, preying on her insecurities and need for guidance. Now I personally believe that they indeed had a sexual relationship which couldn't be shown, due to tt03 being a show for kids and therefore heavily censored, but that's just my personal opinion and the canon of the animated series is that Slade did not indeed sleep with her.
In Deathstroke Rebirth (2016) there's a flashback regarding Tara and how Slade used her to further his own goals, and they're shown kissing and exchanging love vows but it is made abundantly clear that Slade was toying with her and manipulating her. What exactly happens between them is left vague on purpose, but upon getting asked, Christopher Priest (who wrote the story) said they never had sex despite Tara's insistence.
In Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (animated movie from 2017), which is a (very) loose adaptation of the comic issues from 1980, Tara is again born in Markovia but not as royalty. Due to her powers, that are innate in this case and not a result of experiments, the townsfolk label her a witch and would have killed her if not for Slade's intervention. He saves her as a child and what happens next is unclear, but at some point she's shown as a teen, on a mission to infiltrate the Titans and feed Deathstroke information on their real identities and how to capture them, as both her and Slade are working on behalf of Brother Blood.
She's desperate to gain Slade's affection and approval, and as such she falls for his manipulation when he promises her they will be together after the mission is complete (which is also what keeps her in line, being that she grows fond of the Titans in the meantime, so Slade manages her by promising her a life together).
Despite the grooming, he also rebukes all her attempts to have sex with him, and it's clearly stated that no intercourse happened between them.
I believe these are all the instances in which Tara is shown in any relation to Slade, and again the only time they actually had sex was back in the 80s in The New Teen Titans - but that's also the only time Tara got so overtly and wholeheartedly villainized. In every other story she appears as a troubled individual with a dark past, and it's textbook that Slade used her youth and naivety to further his own goals.
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Morals (Arkham Knight x Reader)
“If you want to get him, you’ll have to kill me first and I believe that’s against your moral code.”
I slipped through the shadows of the Militia base, looking for the Knight.
“Who are you?” I whispered from my cell.
“Jason Todd.” A rough voice answered. “Can you help me?” I smiled.
“Of course. As soon as I get a chance, I will come to you.” I heard him take a wheezing breath.
“I don’t wanna die here.” His voice shook. “I don’t…”
“Jason, I will come to you.” I repeatedly placed my hand against the wall. “You will not die here. Nether will I.”
“You're here.” A modulated voice said. “I thought you’d be late.” I turned to be face to face with the Arkham Knight. His statue would intimidate anyone, but not me. I knew who was under the mask, and I knew him very well.
“I’m never late.” The Knight stepped closer, I heard the pressure release and the face of Jason Todd emerged.
“You’re here.” He said again, this time strained like he was relieved to see me.
“I told you I would be.” My heart jumped into my throat. Jason nodded then took me into another room. A small cot rested in the back corner, papers and files were neatly stacked on the side table next to the cot. The room was like a shoe box, I shifted wondering how Jason had been sleeping on this small, uncomfortable cot for months.
“The Militia is being deployed tonight. You have to be my eyes, my shadow, there with me at all times but out of sight from everyone, including Deathstroke, the Bat and me.” I nodded. “I can’t give you a com or any sorta communication line. It will make you traceable.” Jason stopped, as if nervous not to have any way to get a hold of me. I knew why he was so nervous about this part. He has to trust that I’m going to be there, no matter where he is. Words were never my strong suit but I never minded talking to Jason. I mostly rely on gestures to convey my thoughts. I inhaled and nodded again. “You have to always be there. Hidden but there, just in case the Bat has a few tricks up his sleeve.” His words seemed to get more frantic.
“Jason.” I said sternly, trying to ground him. His blue eyes met mine. “I will always be there. You will never be alone again.” Jason’s eyes were piercing through me, trying to tell if there was any hint of uncertainty in my words. “You will never be alone again.” I repeated. I felt his breath on my face. His face didn't change, instead he pressed the button to lower his helmet back down, this face then covered once more. All traces of Jason were gone, only the Arkham Knight remind.
“Lets go.” He commanded and walked out of the room pausing for a second to make sure I was following. I already was, but I knew for his sake, he had to make sure.
* * * *
I heard Jason’s breath was becoming erratic, silently I waited. Watching to make sure he was OK. I was watching the fight between him and Batman, knowing he was going to win until Batman tried talking to him. Trying to bring his son back, but all it did was make Jason angry and even more confused. They ended up falling to the ground, Batman was on top about to hit Jason, that's when I intervened. Grabbing the Bat by the shoulders, I threw my body weight back to pull him off. It worked, the Bat stumbled back and reactivity swung at me with a bat-a-rang. The blade cut me just above my eyebrow. I paid no mind to it though. But now I was standing between Jason and his father…not like he deserves that title.
“This has nothing to do with you.” I stayed still. Blood started to drip from the slice he gave me. “That injury isn’t severe but you should stop the bleeding.” I said nothing, just stared at Batman, the Big Myth was nothing more than a man in a suit. “Leave, I won't ask you again.” I shook my head and prepared to fight him again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you’ll hurt him?” I sneered. “If you want to get him, you’ll have to kill me first and I believe that’s against your moral code.”
I heard Jason start to shift. I turned back slightly to see where he was hurt, he just looked dazed.
“I’m trying to help him.” Batman finally said. “I tried to save him…I’m trying to save him now.”
“You left me.” Jason’s voice sounded strained. “You left me in that wing to rot for OVER A YEAR, with him.” Batman reached out to comfort his son, but saw Jason coil back, almost as if he was hiding behind me. That’s when Batman looked back at me with a new look in his eyes. The hateful annoyed look that had previously been in his eyes was gone and another took over, understanding.
“I’m sorry.” He said. Batman then backed up. “I need to stop Scarecrow but I need to know that the Knight is dead for good.” Again I looked back at Jason, who had now taken his helmet off completely.
“He is.” I answered. Batman nodded.
“Good luck to you both.” He said sadly as he used his grappling hook to get away. I waited for a couple minutes making sure he really was gone. I exhaled once I knew it was so, we were alone. I turned back to Jason and knelt down to him, taking his face in my hands. I brought his head up to look over his face, making sure no injuries or a concussion had formed. I felt his eyes burning through me once again. Finally, I met his eyes, they were still dull and dazed.
“Come on.” I said, guiding him upward. “We need to get outta here.” Jason seemed to be putting some weight on me, I wrapped an arm around his waist as he rested his arm on my shoulder. Slowly we started to make our way out of the warehouse. Once outside, I looked around for a vehicle to “borrow”. Seeing a car not too far from us, I led Jason to it. “Lean up against the car.” I directed. He did so without a word, he was scaring me. I picked the car lock and watched the lock on the inside pop up. I smirked to myself, old habits die hard I suppose. Jason shakily got into the passenger side of the car. I got in as well and started to hot wire the car. I jumped when Jason put his hand on mine. I turned to see him looking concerned, finally registering that I was bleeding. “I’m fine.” I said quietly. “It looks worse than it is. I'll take care of it once we get back to the safe house.” Jason didn’t move, still looking at the cut. I pulled my hand away and started the car. About a half hour later we arrived at the safe house, Jason still in his Arkham Knight gear, still not talking. I stopped the car and got out, walking to the other side to get Jason only to have him outside the passenger door waiting for me. He looked more alert, slowly he started walking toward the safe house. Once inside he started to take off his armor leaving his compression shirt and pants on. I headed to the bathroom and went under the sink to find liquid bandages to glue my head together. I found it in the back of course, once I emerged from under the sink and took a look in the mirror, I met the eyes of a scared Jason. Finally I was able to look at myself. Blood was covering one portion of my face, I then realized why he had looked at me with concern before. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” I reminded him. Jason already had a washcloth in his hand, wet. Carefully, he had me face him, then started to wash the dried blood away. We stayed silent for minutes. At least he was responding again, that's a start. Once all the dried blood was off, he took the liquid bandaid and lightly applied it to my head. I tried not to wince, knowing he was trying to be gentle, which was an odd sensation on its own. Jason was anything BUT gentle.
“I’m sorry I got yo-”
“Stop.” I said cutting him off. “Just don’t. I agreed to this. I knew the risks.” Jason’s eyes met mine, he retracted his hand and I looked back into the mirror to see my cut. It looked better than before, that's for sure. “Thanks.” I mumbled turning back to Jason who now was a lot closer and trapping me between him and the sink. I shifted back a little surprised.
“No problem.” He said in a deep octave. My skin felt like it was crawling. Every part of me felt like screaming. I hadn't let anyone get this close to me…ever. His fingers brushed under my chin and made their way up my cheek. It was a weird sensation allowing someone to do that and not wanting to rip their fingers off.
“Am I over stepping?” He asks shakily. I shake my head.
“No.” Jason exhales and then turns to leave the bathroom. I swallow dryly. “What now?” I ask. Jason turns back to me in the doorway. He seemed to be fighting with himself, then in two big strides and once motion he took my face into both hands to kiss me. Surprised, I almost forgot to kiss back. But once I did, I felt him relax.
“I don’t know.” He admits. “ I don’t think I can be normal..not after everything.”
“That’s OK.” I whispered. “I’ve never been normal.” Jason huffs out a laugh and we stayed silent, smiling at each other while he still had my face in his hands.
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