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marisandini-chu-blog · 3 years

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Bruce Wayne is a Simp for Bad Bitch

OmG I can’t believe I’m writing the obvious but the idea is in my head and I need a place to word vomit.

Okay, so it occurred to me that Bruce has a more serious and intense relationship canonically with three women, as far as I know; Andrea Beaumont, Talia Al’ghul, and Selina Kyle. All of whom are the epitome of Bad Bitch with the capital B. (Yes, I’m ignoring Rachel Dawes from Nolanverse. The only thing I like about it is the Iconic Joker. No batman movie is good enough without the Batfam.)

Why do I raise this point, you might ask? Well, that’s because I want to rant that Bruce, my boy, my man, my childhood comfort character is actually a SIMP?!?!

Like... I’m just... urgh.... okay... I am very vocal for a healthy relationship with commitment and based on mutual love and respect. So the fact that Bruce has only bad, iffy, or casual relationships really want to tear my hair out. And why my heart don’t want to ship with any of them, even though BatCat is one of my favorite pairing!

I am a WonderBat shipper because I love watching them in JLAU as a kid and even though I’m not slash shipper unless it’s canon, SuperBat made much more sense to me. Heck even a threesome with the Trinity would have been healthier relationship rather than whatever Bruce had with the three of them and here’s why:

You might not have heard of Andrea, but she’s canon from the Timmverse movie called Batman and the Mask of Phantasm which is A REALLY GREAT MOVIE. Totally recommend. One of the best Batman movie at all times (Yes, I say Batman movies not Batman Animated movies). Has great plot twist and good pacing. so Spoiler Alert! Andrea was Bruce’s fiancé, making her possibly Bruce’s first love, before his journey and possibly could have stop him from becoming Batman (I would say he’s a simp in this case, but he would have had a much more happier, healthy household so it’s not bad thing) if she hadn’t disappear for being a Mob Boss’ Daughter!!!

I repeat, a mob boss’ daughter.

And she came back only to be a mask avenging assassin that went toe-to-toe with Batman.

And she could have choose to stay with Bruce but she didn’t because she choose vengeance over him. Like.... Bats, you should stop with the “I am Vengeance” routine you’ve got going on because she does it better than you ngl.

So she left and I cried at the end of that movie because trauma wasn’t enough, you put heartbreak after heartbreak to my boy. Thanks DC.

Then there’s Fucking Talia Al’ghul which is a no brainer why she’s not Bad but BAD. Like, Talia groom Jason, supervise Damian’s harsh, brutal, and abusive training, control Damian through the implant spine to kill Dick, orders Damian execution before regretting it, DRUG BRUCE when CONCEIVING DAMIAN!!! And that’s only the top of my head.

And if you want to blame it on Morrison’s writing, THAT’S FINE. We’ve bitched about Tom King’s writing enough to know it’s valid.

But, BUT, bUt... it needs to be address that even before Morrison, Talia CHOOSE to stay in the League of Assassin. People can tell me that she’s a complex character that’s loyal to her father but love Bruce and that her upbringing makes her complicated or whatever. Nuh-uh. You don’t get to make Talia helpless when it suited you. Talia is a fucking Bad Bitch (TM). She’s been taught to do whatever the fuck she wants according to her belief and ideal. At some point, Talia knew she wanted to be in position of power in the League rather than staying with Bruce.

But it’s canon that Talia, if I remember correctly, doesn’t like Gotham or Bruce’s mission. She thinks being a hero is beneath them or whatever. And doesn’t understand why Gotham is special to Bruce. So yeah, you might not agree how Morrisons write her. But do not fucking tell me she’s not a character who will not be willing to do what she thinks it’s necessary to get what she wants, including training her son as an assassin. I mean, she likes being the Demon’s Daughter in the league. She may not agree with her father but Talia wants to give Damien what she wants. Power.

Talia loves Bruce. That’s a fact. He’s probably the only person that makes her feel like she’s a person instead of the Demon’s Daughter. Bruce has a knack for that. To make people want to be better, even just a little. Talia could have chosen him, if she wanted to. The fact that she helps him so much when fighting against her father numerous times is proof enough.

I'm highly suspecting the reason she stays is because she knows Bruce would always forgive her (SIMP ALERT) unlike her father who would straight up stab her if she ever betrays him.

I’m not saying there’s no love for her son, I’m just saying if she even looks at the batfam funny than I will raise my flamethrower on that bitch’s face. Because you can’t rely on Bruce on that. That man would give bullshit excuse for her or want to handle her himself because your “history” with her makes you entitled.

Aaaah, don’t you just love it when there’s a great villain you can hate on so much?

I'm not saying she can't be a good person. Pre-morisson made Talia more of an anti-hero. But I do like Talia "I'mma cut a bitch" al'ghul. It's just... I like ruthless Bad Bitch like her. Though preferably she could have balance it with more of her maternal side through Damian.

Okay, I’m getting off tangent. Now comes to my favorite girl. Catwoman. Selina Kyle. The famous ship of all Bruce’s relationship sans SuperBat.

I... am conflicted the most about this.

See, Selina is one of the few people who understands Bruce. Who was there when he needed a shoulder to rely on. Someone who doesn’t take Bruce’s shit, and one of the constant person in Bruce’s life.

But not... constant enough. Which is a theme of her, even in her fursona... I, I mean PERSONA, PERSONA!!!

Anyway, I love seeing these two broken people. One handles it with violence and vigilantism, the other through thieving with a Robinhood-esque thing going on. So of course they get each other. It always helps that they try to make each other better. Selina taught Bruce to be okay of being selfish of wanting to be happy, and Bruce believed there’s good in her that makes her feel she’s not a hopeless case, y’know? It’s even canon that in one universe, they’re married and have daughter, Helena Wayne. So... yeah? Happy end! (Until they died but that’s non issue here at the moment.)

Then Tom King (Urgh, him again) wrote Bat proposing to Cat, and by the time they’re about to be married. Selina left him at the altar.

So yeah.

But then they get metaphysically? Figuratively? married after the Flashpoint which they turn Thomas Wayne into a villain (At least make him from alternate universe instead of timeline!!!) and kill Alfred (WhYYYYYY?! Bruce suffered enough why do you go kill both his fathers dammit!!! Let the goddamn butler rest in peace). And basically Selina and Bruce promise each other forever. Which is sweet. BatCat Forever, am I right???

Yeah, here’s the problem. (And I’m just nitpicking here, okay). For all Tom King’s character assassination of Bruce, he did Selina right in one thing. Which is the fact she doesn’t like being tied down by anything.

If Talia puts importance in power. Selina puts importance in freedom and her self-independence.

I remember as a kid watching BTAS, that Selina didn’t want a relationship with batman if it meant changing who she is. So when Selina left the altar, I wasn’t surprise at the news. Then she actually agreed to marry him, only this time, she didn’t need a judge or a paper to make the marriage legit, y’know. And I thought, yeah that’s so her.

But the thing is Bruce. Accepts. Her. Every. Single. Time.

Without a single thought. She asked, “Do you still want to get married?” and he asked “When?”

Even though it’s not the first that Cat leaves him hanging.

Tell me he’s not a simp for that.

It’s great that he accepts her for everything she is. But I’m conflicted because Selina stays static. She stays with the cat theme in the fact she doesn’t want to held back by anything. She takes what she wants. She loves who she loves. And no one was gonna change her. But then where’s the character growth?

Is it regressive of me to think Selina should be ‘tied down’ or express commitment when she never has been tied down before even though she loves Bruce?

Is it not-feminist of me to think Selina has to change herself for a man?

I just don’t like the fact Bruce and Selina enables their masked persona. Their relationship is strongly base on their cat-and-mouse chase. They nicknamed each other “Bat” and “Cat” for God’s sake. Even though yes, it’s canon that “Batman” and “Catwoman” is their real selves and their civilian life is their masks. Heck, she didn’t go for the altar because she believed (though manipulated) that making Bruce happy would make Batman insufficient, or losing him entirely (Thank Tom King for that).

That would be true, and stay true if not for one thing. Which is some thing what Bruce has that Selina doesn’t:

The Batfam.

Bruce’s real identity isn’t just the Batman anymore. He has to be a single father with growing children he never plan to adopt but did anyway because they needed each other. He can’t use his batman persona to be a father at his house, but he will when training them to be his partner. His family became the strength to Bruce’s fight for Justice.

Bruce is the Batman, but he’s not everything who he is. Selina is supposed to be part of the batfamily yet sadly, I haven’t read or watch anything that has her interact with them in a positive way or actually bond with them. Heck, when Alfred inform the proposal to the batfam they were shocked and thought it was a bad idea even (And they’ve known her for almost half their life by the way.)

The fact that Tom King implied Bruce was never happy or wasn’t happy enough without marrying Cat when his Batfam should be the source of his pride and joy?! Apparently family means nothing to Batman. Woah DC, what a great message you’re sending here.

I guess that’s why, I was a bit iffy when Selina “marriage” with Bruce isn’t official. Because she commits to the man but she doesn’t say she’ll commit to the family (though I suppose it could be imply or I just forget stuff). The batkids are grown up enough that they don’t really need a maternal figure, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need more emotionally available people in the family. And that I haven’t seen much of her taking effort to bond with the people that’s the most important to Bruce.

It just makes her want to commit to Batman instead of Bruce Wayne, in my eyes I guess.

So yeah, that’s why Wonderbat and Superbat makes more sense to me. Because they’ll make an effort to be THERE for the family and they’ll be just generally be a healthier relationships because, again, emotionally available so they might talk when they have a problem instead of running off the altar when you think a Happy Batman is Bad Batman. But no, DC have to make Bruce is a simp and his life edgy.

Anyway, I might be wrong in some things because, you know. Canon becomes a blur to me after a while.

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multifics-canary · 5 years

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Random fic

A/n: I wrote this randomly out of boredom. Yes I do ship the daminette thing, idk who started it but bless ya soul. I also wanna finish that supergirl avengers crossover fic. Also this sucks I'm sorry

Damian was used to lies. It's something that is taught at the league and something that protects his loved ones from danger. That doesn't mean he tolerates others lying pathetically around him.

Which leads him to his current predicament.

He was apart of an exchange program for Gotham university, and as one of the few who spoke French, was put in the program. Not only that, but in Paris there had been strange things happening. So his father decided to plan a family trip to investigate, par with the exchange program.

It was his 3rd week in the class. This particular class had the most akumatizations. In the short time they have been here, they found out Paris had its own heroes and villains. Previous videos showed there were 5 heroes in the day most of paris was akumatized. Two different heroes replaced others, but the main three had been the same. Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Abeille. Damian knew it was probably the same person as Queen Bee, but with a different outfit.

Back to the class, he wanted nothing more than end them for annoying him everyday. Some girl telling pathetically easy lies, causing most of the class to be enthralled with her words. There were about 5 people in the class who didn't believe her and the main majority bullied just one. He knew of the two blondes, both obviously being related to well known parents, and had heard of the two boys who made a comic book through his brother Tim. The last one however was a mystery.

The blue haired girl was nice, overly nice, but had a confidence not others notice. He's watched through the weeks he's been here, how she commands other classrooms to safety, before disappearing. This class never followed her orders, all of them thinking the girl actually worked with the villain, seeing as she's the only besides the male blonde, who hasn't been akumatized.

"I just don't understand! She almost destroyed my letter from my damibear, so I took it back home." The liar sobbed, hiding her face in her hands. A girl in a checkered shirt and glasses held the girl close, trying to calm her down.

"Rose, stay with Lila. I'll be back." The girl said to a little look petite blonde in pink, before exiting the class room. As much as Damian wanted to reveal those lies himself, his instincts told him to follow that girl first.

Silently, Damian stood up and followed the girl out. He turned the corner down to the stairs and stopped short when he saw the girl from before, standing over the blue haired girl.

"Marinette I can't believe you! Stop being such a jealous bitch! If you just listened to Lila, you would be on good terms with everyone. But no, all because of Adrien, all because she has a famous life, you decided to be--"

"To be what, alya." Marinette stands up, dusting herself off as dull blue eyes stared at Alya. Alya herself seemed a bit uneasy by the lack of emotion or raise in her voice. "Whatever Lila has told you, is not true because I got here 10 minutes before the bell. Not only that, we don't even cross paths. But you wouldn't know, given that you're such a great reporter." Marinette sneered, walking around Alya and walking away.

Damian saw the disbelief and rage in that dark skin girl's eyes and saw that she was about turn to hit Marinette in the face, when Marinette moved away at the last second, holding her hand. Alya paled at the interception and the fact that she was about to hit the girl.

"If this is how you've become, I'm not surprised that you were retired as a hero." Marinette said softly, Damian barely hearing. He saw Alya pale even more and began to shake.

"H-how--"

"I was there when Ladybug gave you and Nino the miraculouses." Marinette let go of her hand and walked away sadly, leaving Alya pale and shaking. Marinette walked up the stairs, and noticed Damian stare at her. She offered a small smile, going up to him.

"Damian right? Do you want to hang out with me and my friends during lunch? We're going to the bakery." She asked nicely, and Damian had a bit of a hard time saying no. But seriously a bakery?

"Bakery?"

"My parents own a bakery. We're allowed to leave for lunch as long as it's in the area. The farthest anyone can go is the park or the bakery."

"Makes sense. Very well, as long as you answer a few questions I have." Damian stated, earning a smile from the girl. Her eyes seemed a bit brighter than earlier.

"Of course. I'll see you later." He watched her walk away, his posture relaxed for the first time in weeks. Whatever has happened between the class, he knew he had to figure it out. Especially with the Lila girl being akumatized more than once.

He also has to notify alfred that he is spending his lunch with classmates. Damian just hopes that his brother's don't do anything stupid.

One can hope.

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dercolaris · 3 years

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Among Us

The rogues are playing some Among Us and having fun.

Please have mercy. It’s my first time writing in English, so... Enjoy!

And if you have some new ideas for me (and like my style of course) just say a word. I will try to work a bit more in English.

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Clearly no one of the famous villains thought about playing Among Us and if someone would've asked them about it they would strongly deny it ever touching this stupid, little game. Still it actually happened on a very calm weekend in Gotham City. Elise smiled widely, started the little program on her own PC. The young woman tried to convince the crew for about seven weeks before she finally succeeded in getting everyone on board. Especially her mentor wasn't delighted by the whole idea, but said yes anyway, after a small tantrum. Jonathan himself was sitting behind her in front of his old laptop and the furiously clicking sound of the mouse was a clear sign that he wasn't really knowing what he was doing at the moment. If not for the noises, his constant sighing and mumbling was explanation enough for his serious troubles in handling a 'modern' computer. The amber haired snickered calmly. She would need to help him sooner or later. Ignoring the desperation parade of Crane, the mistress of fear opened Team Speak and joined the server Edward created particularly for this evening. She hummed a bit while waiting impatiently, played a short game of minesweeper to pass some time. Suddenly the cocky voice of the Riddler rumbled through her earphones: “It's about time. Damn, I waited for about an hour or so. What took you so long, princess? Seriously. I'm wasting my precious time for a silly game like this and you've nothing better to do than let me rot while watching the pointer of the clock moving in slow motion.” Elise couldn't contain an amused laughter. It was always fun to listen to his ranting – even more when he was pissed. Before she could answered the tinkerer a low female voice snarled in the chat: “Eddy, please. Give her a moment and calm down. You're acting like a diva right now.” The addressed man snorted in disbelief, but remained silent after the unexpected backtalk from Selina. The mistress of fear glanced through the party on the server and raised an eyebrow, tapped on her bottom lip repeatedly. Jonathan wasn't on it now, of course not, but she missed a certain polish guy. Mikołaj was fire and flames after she told him her idea, but who knew if he would really join them in the end. He was busy most of the times. Rape, murder, burglary, selling human meat and spreading chaos. The typical Mikołaj stuff. Beside the missing psychopath Victor was ready to give it a try, also a very insecure Jervis and, to her surprise, even Harley. Only Ivy couldn't have make it to the meeting. The bioterrorist was probably occupied with breeding a new plant or cursing at polluters in the subway near by her apartment. “Can we start now?”, asked the lively voice of the former clown lover, “I want to be an imposter! I heard so much about it and from what I understand it sounds like a hell lot of fun.” An unexpected loud grunting noise behind her let Elise giggled in glee. Her mentor was constantly trying to start the game, but failed every single time. The young woman stand up slowly and moved to him, peeked over his shoulder and looked puzzled on his desktop. She blinked two times before she asked gently: “Uhm, professor... Do you want to explain, why you're typing Google in Google.com all over again? I guess you don't know how to use your laptop, right?”

The brown haired grumbled in frustration, but nodded restrainedly. The mistress of fear smiled and reached over the tall man, setted all the required programs for him. After a while she handed him the clunky headset. The amber haired returned quickly to her computer and sat back on the very comfortable stool, looked again into the chat room. From a far distance Jervis was whispering something, but no one could really understand him because of a terrible internet connection. Finally Jonathan joined the party. He was about to say something as a loud clapping sound left him speechless for a moment. Scarecrow swallowed his anger down his throat and simply muttered into his microphone: “Thank you all. I appreciate the honest enthusiasm.” Everyone in the chat room laughed for nearly a minute before Edward rudely replied: “It's a miracle that your potato is capable of running this game, John. What are you using anyway? A C64? It must be falling apart just by looking at it and you can't prove me wrong on this one. Doctor Jonathan Ichabod Crane isn't using new technology even if his life would depend on it!” Jonathan inhaled sharply, but stayed calm. It was clear that he didn't wanted to start a fight this early on the evening. Suddenly a cheeky, manly voice out of nowhere greeted impolitely: “Hey bitches. Daddy's here with his enormous cock to fuck all of your nice sweet little pussies.” A general groan chimed trough the headphones. Mikołaj. The Pole was causing serious headaches as soon as he entered the game lobby and he was probably enjoying it already. The devilish snicker was an unmistakable indication for this assumption. All of the sudden the cryologist spoke calmly to the crew: “It would be nice if we could behave for at least one round. Is that possible?” Without a warning the Riddler started the game. He himself changed his light green avatar in advance, but everyone else hadn't had a chance to customise the player model. Nevertheless for some strange reason Jonathan's orange crewmate was wearing an egg on his head. No one in the chat room was brave enough to ask for justification. After some seconds Jervis delayed voice blared almost painfully in everyone's ears: “Excuse me, but am I allowed to ask politely how to play this beautiful looking game? I was told on my screen that I'm an imposter. What does this mean?” As soon as the Mad Hatter finished his sentence Edward pressed the button for an emergency meeting in the main room. Nobody said a single word. After the quick and silent vote Jervis yellow player was floating helplessly in space and the information rolled over the screen that an imposter was exposed.

The small man whimpered sadly, but kept his thoughts to himself. Instead of him Harley screamed extremely motivated into her microphone: “Common guys! Let's do it! We can finish our tasks and go back to earth or whatever planet we are originally coming from.” Soon the crew was splitting in different directions. It didn't took long before an alarming red light floated the space ship in an unnerving rhythm. Elise frowned and watched the security cameras closely in order to find a suspicious being that could cause the sabotage. A quiet scream from the harlequin was a trusted clue that she might been murdered by the imposter. The game was suddenly paused by another meeting and Edward announced confident of victory: “I found a dead pink body in the corridor and I can assume you all that I saw Elise close by the corpse just seconds ago.” The young woman groaned in total disbelief. She talked back immediately: “No way, Mr. Nygma! And don't try to distract the other players from your own very suspicious behaviours. Do you want to tell them, why you were jumping out of a vent? I think I spotted a green figure popping up on the cameras when I blinked.” A heated discussion was following. The amber haired chomped on her bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the voting. Her eyes were getting bigger and bigger by the results. Her purple crewmate was flying aimlessly through the black background and slowly the sentence appeared that she wasn't an imposter. The mistress of fear had the strong urge to mutter that she was telling the truth, but this wasn't possible anymore after dying. It was a common rule to stay silent after being killed to not ruin the experience for the other gamers. Besides everyone in the party could probably read what was written on the screen and it wasn't necessary to point it out again. Totally out of context Jonathan was mumbling behind her: “Can you please vote me out or at least murder me next? I don't understand this game.” The remaining players ignored his plead. The young woman was following Victor with her ghost and grabbed her mug to drink from her coffee. It was cold. Such a shame. The irony of this statement would eventually hit her when she was laying in bed and tried to sleep. The game was interrupted again and the tinkerer suspected sceptically: “Okay, listen. I think – no, wait – I KNOW that Mikołaj was acting very strangely in the engine room. He's plotting something. We should vote him out as soon as possible.” The amused voice of the pole blasted through the speakers: “Sure, dickhead. I'm always sus, because I fix all the shit that's going on on this fucking garbage bin alone and not fooling around like you, mistake of evolution. Maybe, just maybe, you're the one who's sabotaging us all the time. Just a quick reminder: the riddle boy was suspecting my little hoe first for no reason. Pretty sus if you ask me.” The black haired hold his breath for a moment, then tried to justify himself: “Don't listen to this imbecile! He's playing dirty tricks on you! You can trust me, seriously! I'm not an imposter!”

Selina purred peacefully. She wasn't believing Edward anymore and Elise got the weird feeling that his short time on the space ship was over. The voting ended. As expected the green guy was levitating in zero gravity, followed by the information that he wasn't an imposter either. Victor sighed a bit and spoke worried: “We need to focus. Some of us is a traitor and if we can't find him within the next minutes we're losing here.” Out of nowhere the message appeared that Jonathan left the game. The mistress of fear looked over her shoulder just to see her mentor carrying the laptop to the window. Scarecrow slowly opened the glass and threw the device with a bit of an approach run out of it. Elise jaw dropped by this sight. The tall man shrugged angrily and walked out of the room without a word, slammed the door behind him. The young woman shook her head. Sometimes the former psychiatrist was very humourless or even allergic to fun. A look on her screen revealed that the imposter won. No one was surprised by the black crewmate cheering on the black background. Also cheering was Mikołaj, who was claiming loudly: “Sluts, you never knew what hit you! I'm the master of disguise! Kneel before the superior race of trickery that lays in my roots. You don't mess with a Pole!” The peaceful mood slowly faded and after a minute of silent resignation of everyone the crew started to blame each other for the lost game. Soon Edward demanded a second round. The orange haired smirked a bit and run around in the main lobby. It was going to be a very long night.

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wlw-imagines-blog · 4 years

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Call Out My Name. (Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader)

thankyoualexkingston-blog asked: Harley Quinn and Female reader Imagine: Reader is injured saving Harley from Joker When asked why she did it, she professes her love for Harley?

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, (the reader kills a man in defense) a lock down occurs in the story,

WC: 1.4k

A/N: I know i said requests are closed, but i really love Harley. This is in lieu with the imagine i wrote, where the Reader worked as a psychiatrist in the prison Harley was in. They grew fond of each other during her time there until Harley escapes, this is a rewrite of the last scene in suicide squad where harley escapes.

Some days at the Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary were calm, and easy to manage. Other days made you feel like a ship’s captain who was being forced to maneuver through a tumultuous storm that threatened to drag you under.

This was one of those days.

You had been in your office, finishing up a stack of paper work for the penitentiary when two interns raced in, sputtering about an attack with men in tactical gear and inmates running free. Up in an instant, you locked the door, pulling the blinds closed and turning the lights off.

“Under the desk,” You hissed, pulling a handgun from the lowest drawer. “Now.”

The two interns (who’s name tags read Bonnie and Arin,) crouched down and pressed themselves against the wall, under the blinds. You sat with them, heart racing, hands sweaty. Screams and cries echoed outside, but you were deadly silent. Your faces flashed through your mind, and you prayed that your colleagues were alright amid the panic. Another face flickered, and you remembered Harley.

Your heart stopped, and you were up in an instant. Harley was still sitting in that disgusting cage, and she wouldn’t be able to protect herself from guns with an espresso machine.

“What are you doing?” asked Bonnie, who wrung her hands in panic.

I need to check on Har-a patient,” you responded, turning the gun’s safety off. “This is just a precaution. You two stay here and don’t answer the door for anyone, including me or the police. When this is over, I’ll come back and unlock the door myself, okay?”

They both nodded furiously, and you handed Bonnie the decorative katana you kept on the back wall. You pointed to the sharp end. “This side goes through people; use it if you have to.”

You left, sneaking out into the dim hallway. It was surprisingly quiet for a prison riot; the halls were completely empty with no patients, doctors, or security guards running around. It was clear that the worst of the escaped patients and mercenaries had run past your office already. There were blood stains on the wall, pictures and tables were overturned, papers strewn everywhere. The visible chaos chilled you.

It was eerie. Every little noise made you jump, from the creaks in the linoleum, to the sudden sparks of the fluorescent lights.

You moved slowly, measuring every step. At the corner of the hallway, you turned left, and straight ahead was Harley’s room.

But in the way was Floyd Lawton. Deadshot.

You froze, stomach dropping to your shoes. Floyd was minding his own business, looking nonchalant among the spatter of dead guards and flickering lights. He was reading through a patient’s file, walking past the mess.

He saw you from the corner of his eye, and watched you approach. Floyd’s gaze moved from you to the gun drawn in your hand. He was never a troublesome patient. Of every patient, he was possibly the most polite, only if the doctors were respectful first, and you occasionally enjoyed your sessions with him. But in this situation, he was not your patient, and he had no reason to be polite or merciful.

“Hey, doc,” he said conversationally, tucking the file under his arm.

You kept the gun trained on him. “Evening, Mr. Lawton. I don’t suppose you know who caused all of this?”

He shrugged. “Heard something about the Joker breaking out his girl. Can’t be sure though.”

The gun in your hand shook as you skirted around the room. Skirted around him. “Thank you. Will you be staying with us?”

“Dunno yet. Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Alright.” You nodded. “if you do leave, say hello to your daughter for me.”

“Of course. You have a goodnight, ma’am.” He turned back to the file.

You ran to Harley’s room, bursting through the double metal doors. On the other side was a sight to behold.

You stood on the cat walk, watching the chaos below. The far wall had been blown to smithereens, with a SWAT team in unfamiliar uniforms marching too and fro.

Harley's enclosure was empty. The bars on one side were bent and busted open.

“Jesus,” you whispered, peering over the railing. You easily picked out Harley in her orange jumpsuit.

Next to her was the Joker.

They were arguing, she was insistent about something, and he was waving away her concern. Harley looked extremely annoyed and indignant.

“How do you know she isn’t dead?” Harley was asking. Her voice echoed in the massive cell.

“That’s enough from you!” The Joker was clearly not pleased. “After I go through the trouble of saving you, this is the thanks I get?”

She reared her head defiantly. “I want to know that she’s alive.”

“Baby,” he placated. “We’re going to break out of the nation’s hardest prison, and all you care about is some bitch doctor?”

You raised your gun. Just one shot and you could help end a huge percentage of Gotham’s troubles.

Were you suppose to close on eye. Your arm shook as you trained the gun on the Joker.

You took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.

The bang echoed almost violently in the cell. Joker went down, and all eyes were on you.

Fuck.

The faux SWAT team opened fire on the cat walk. You sprinted back into the hallway, watching a hail of bullets shatter the fluorescent lights.

“No!” Harley shouted, voice shrilly. “Don’t you fucking hurt her!”

The sound of boots on metal meant there were guards coming your way. You burst back into the empty hallway, racing back to your office. It was until you arrived at the waiting area, did you notice the sharp pain in your thigh. The adrenaline wore off, and you were left hobbling to safety with a bullet wound. Warm blood gushed out, making you dizzy.

“Fuck,” you choked out. “Fuck.”

There were footsteps from the corridor you came from. You dove behind the front desk, noticing the trail of blood that followed you.

The noise got louder and louder until-

“Gotham police! Hands where I can see them!” From the foyer’s doors, a swat team burst through.

There was a flash of bullets and bangs, then nothing.

Despite the commotion, black spots were beginning to dance in your vision. No matter how hard you tried to will them away, they grew until you could not see anything.

You were vaguely aware of a hand on your shoulder, pulling you into a sitting position, and a voice calling out your name.

It was panicked. You managed to open your leaden eyes for a moment, just to catch Harley’s frantic face. You sank into a restful slumber.

***

“The siege on Belle Reve, federal penitentiary ended in violence, with three dead and twelve wounded. Among the dead is nationally-known terrorist and gangster, the Joker, who allegedly planned and executed the coordinated the attack. We will now go to Gotham city where Commissioner Gordon will be releasing a statement...”

You pressed the remote’s power button.

The prison’s hospital was gracious enough to keep you until your release. You were propped up in bed, watching the news play the same stories over and over.

“Doctor Y/L/N, you have a visitor,” the nurse said, leaning slightly to catch your eye. She stepped aside to reveal Harley, hands free, ankles cuffed, with two guards standing wearily behind her.

“Heya,” she smiled weakly. “How ya been?”

You frowned a little bit. “Everything alright, Harley?”

She nodded, ponytails bouncing. “Just been thinking.”

“About what?”

There was that sad look again. “I put you in danger, Y/N. I put everyone at the prison in danger.”

“How could it be your fault?” You asked.

“He was there for me, wasn’t he?”

“You couldn’t have known.

there was a pause. “Were you scared?”

“I was terrified,” you sat up, wincing at the twinge in your ribs. “We didn’t know what was happening, or who was attacking a federal prison. Jesus, I was hiding in my office with two interns; That was the most scared I’ve ever been.”

For once, Harley said nothing.

“But I was safe in my office. I was scared for you.” Reaching out, you held Harley’s hand.

She frowned, but stayed uncharacteristically silent.

“I-I love you, Harley,” you said quietly so only she could hear. “I love you so much.”

“Really?”

“Of course I do.”

Harley grinned, gaining back some of her usual energy. She leaned over and pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. “I love you too, miss.”

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Panic

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You have a panic attack at your friend’s birthday party. Jason is there. Warnings: Panic attacks, Language, alcohol Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Most requested when I polled you guys!

“Gaby, I’m not going to know anyone there!”

“Well, it’s my birthday. So, you’re coming. Oh! I’ll invite Tim! You’re friends with him!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, not that it did any good since you were on the phone with her, but it made you feel better. You knew that Gaby secretly wished you two would end up together, despite you warning her that you were just close friends. Nothing more. “Alright, fine. I’ll meet you at yours at 10 and we can head out from there?”

“Girl, drinks are expensive! We are pre-gaming, come at 9 so we can do some shots before we leave!”

“You will be the death of me…see you at 9 Gabs.” You hung up the phone and immediately dialed Tim.

“Hey Timmy, I have a favor to ask.”

“Why am I not going to like this?”

“Because you’ll have to pry yourself away from that computer for like a night. But you have to come to Gaby’s birthday with me. I will loose it around all those sorority girls without you.”

“I think you can handle them, Y/N/N. You are very good at making friends.”

“I know I CAN handle them, but I’d rather have you there to help out. Maybe you’ll end up meeting someone? Come onnnn.”

“For some reason, I don’t think I would click with any of Gaby’s sorority friends.” You hear his older brother, Jason in the background.

“Timbers, someone is inviting you to hang out with a bunch of girls and you’re saying no?!”

“It’s just Y/N.”

“Oh gee, thanks Tim.”

“You know what I meant,” he mumbled into the phone before turning back to his brother. “Jay…she wants some company. You should go.”

“DO NOT PAWN ME OFF ON YOUR BROTHER, I SWEAR TO – HE DID NOT JUST HANG UP ON ME.” You realized that you would be facing this party on your own. If you had just told Tim why you wanted him to go, you knew he would stop everything and accompany you, but you didn’t want to be a charity case. Who knows if it will even happen? It’ll be fine.

Finally, 9 pm rolled around and you walked up to Gaby’s front door. You could already hear screaming girls on the other side. You took your key out and walked in, hearing Gaby yell at the top of her lungs, “Guess who’s 22, bitches!” Before turning on the infamous twenty-two song by Taylor Swift. It was the obligatory 22nd birthday song, after all. Gaby screamed once again when she saw you enter the kitchen.

“Y/N! You look amazing and I love you. We are going to have so much fun!” She turned back to pour a round of shots for everyone. You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Tim.

Timmy, if you love me at all you will come out tonight. We are going to Zia’s at 10.

Tim looks up from the computer as his phone buzzes. He reads the message and runs his fingers through his hair. He knew that you wouldn’t be asking…twice…if it wasn’t important. He got up from the computer, went to get more coffee and hopefully run into his brother. Thankfully, both a fresh pot and Jason were in the kitchen.

“Jason, Y/N texted me, the party is headed to Zia’s.”

“You want me to go to a party – without you – that your best friend is going to? Care to explain further, Timbers?”

“She asked me to go…twice and I’m really deep into this case…but she never asks twice.”

“Awe, little Timmy is worried about her.”

“Please Jason.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll head there and keep an eye on her.”

Tim nodded as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

You got to the club, still waiting for Tim to even acknowledge your message. You knew how enveloped he got researching and whatever else his father had him doing on that dang computer. You would be surprised if he even checked his phone at all. Leaving Gaby, you headed to the bar…in desperate need of a drink.

“Sorority girls too much for you?”

You glanced up, immediately recognizing the voice, and then the person standing next to you. “Please tell me Tim didn’t send you to babysit me.”

“The sap was worried about you. Don’t yell at him too much.”

“At least he didn’t send Damian…” you grumbled, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Heh, the little demon would find a way in and cause a scene, wouldn’t he?”

“Probably just drag me out, kicking and screaming, so he didn’t have to watch people having fun.” You leaned over the counter and ordered your standard drink before looking to Jason and motioning for him to order something.

“Make it two,” he said before turning back to you. “So, I don’t take you as someone who needs back-up at these kinds of things.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Your drinks were brought out, but as you reached for your card Jason stopped you to hand the bartender his own. “Thanks, Jay. So you dance?” You asked with a mischievous smirk growing on your face.

“I’m going to have to –” His words cut off as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the center of the group of girls you came with.

“GIRLLSSS, look at who I just found. Isn’t he just gorgeous?!” Jason swore your voice went up two octaves. All the girls surrounding him squealed as they took turns trying to get him to dance. He looked over at you with a ‘I’m so getting you back for this’ look in his eyes. The girls, he didn’t mind, the attempts to dance, he did. After a few songs, you needed a refill, and began to fell guilty for Jason’s current predicament so you carefully moved over to him.

“Jayybirdd, I sooo need another drink. I think you do to, doesn’t he girls?” Queue all the girls shrieking in agreement. You grabbed his wrist and led him back to the bar. “Sorry, I had to…but remember I also saved you.”

“I can see why Tim likes you.” He grins as you roll your eyes. As if you needed another person shipping the two of you together.

“He’s one of my best friends, like a brother.” You said with a definitive look in your eyes, willing him to understand that you and Tim would never be romantically involved. In fact, not that you would tell a soul, but the two of you did try one night and it just felt wrong. The two of you kissed and then spent the rest of the night laughing about it.

“Well I don’t want to be your brother.” Jason quipped back at you, as you summoned the bartender and ordered two more drinks.

“Don’t worry. You aren’t.”

“Good.”

Once the drinks arrived, you were dragging Jason back to the dance floor. He resisted a little less this time.

A few more songs had passed, and you felt that pit in your stomach starting to rise. You made your way back to the bar, in hopes of finding an unoccupied corner. Your eyes searched frantically around the club, to no avail. As you tried to begin regulating your breathing, you made your way to the door. Not the smartest thing to be on the streets of Gotham alone, but you couldn’t stay in there anymore.

Jason looked up and watched as you headed to the bar, hoping you would bring him back another drink as well. Looking down at the girl who grabbed his waist, he wriggled out of her grip and headed for where he last saw you…only you were no longer there. Okay, maybe she went to the bathroom. He knew Tim would kill him if anything happened to you, so he made his way to the bathrooms, stopping a girl about to enter.

“Hey, can you check if Y/N Y/L/N is in there?”

Thankfully the girl was not completely plastered and noticed the worried look in his eyes. She nodded and pushed open the door. Jason heard muffled calls before the girl came out and shook her head no.

“Fuck. Thanks.” He waved her along and made his way to the exit while searching the crowd for your Y/H/C hair. He steps outside and looks up the street, seeing you turn into an alleyway. What the fuck is she thinking. He broke into a run.

Going into an alley probably wasn’t the safest thing, but your mind was racing and thinking straight was not on the agenda. You counted your breathing in your head. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. You slunk to the ground, not caring about the dirt and trash that would coat your favorite skirt. Pulling your knees to your chest you tried to keep counting as you slammed your eyes shut blocking out as much of the outside world as possible. Eventually, you gave up on the counting and were hyperventilating in an alley, in Gotham, alone. You thought you heard your name, so you opened your eyes and saw Jason kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N, what the fuck. What are you doing?”

You jumped to your feet. No no, he can’t see me like this. No no no. You tried to run, but Jason grabbed your wrist and spun you into him. His fury melted as he saw the panic in your eyes. You looked up at him and without thinking pressed your lips against his with desperation. He pulled away and looked at you, confusion glossing over his face. You didn’t care and pulled him back in. You felt your breathing steady and tore your lips from his.

Barely able to form words, you looked at him, “I…panic…attack…” was all you could manage to get out. He nodded and picked you up, walking over to a cab. He opened the door and set you inside before walking around the car and climbing in next to you. He rattled off your address to the driver before pulling you next to him.

As you arrived, you opened the door and climbed out of the car as Jason rushed to your side. He looked at you, as if to ask ‘you okay?’ You nodded, but grabbed his wrist to follow you upstairs. Without saying another word, you opened the door to your apartment and went into the bedroom, you could feel your breathing start to become erratic once again. I just need to take my makeup off and get out of these clothes. Suck it up, Y/N. You can do this.

You stood at your bathroom vanity for far too long, staring at yourself, trying to will yourself to relax and calm down. You didn’t even notice when Jason came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, but you instinctively turned around and tucked yourself into his chest. He began to move to the bedroom but you planted your feet in place, determined to at least get out of these disgusting clothes. Taking a deep breath, you released yourself from his grasp and walked to the dresser to pull out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. At this point, you didn’t care and you stripped off your club clothes and pulled on the clean ones as Jason stood in the doorway of your bathroom.

You crawled into bed and curled into a ball before noticing Jason still staring at you. You reached out your arm, motioning for him to join you. You noticed him sigh before crawling beside you, unbeknownst to you it was because he thought Tim would kill him for this entire situation. Letting you run out of the club and now falling asleep with you in his arms. Surely he was a goner, but he had always liked you. Ever since Tim brought you home all those years ago, but he never had a reason to hang around too much. After having you to himself all night, he knew he had legitimate feelings for his brother’s best friend.

***

You woke up the next day still entangled in Jason’s arms and devastation struck you as you remembered the disaster that occurred the night before. I kissed my best friend’s brother. Shit. Though, you had to admit, you had wanted to for awhile now. Carefully slipping from Jason’s grasp, you searched for your phone and immediately sent a text to Tim.

Don’t hate me. I may have kissed your brother last night.

What the hell happened?

Ugh, I had another stupid panic attack. And my mangled mind was all like, didn’t you read something about kissing helping to regulate your breathing.

I’m sorry, I should’ve been there. I knew there was a reason you asked me to go.

It’s okay Tim.

So…did you like it?

Tim! Wtf!

That’s not a no, Y/N/N!

Grow up!

You plugged your phone into the charger and went into the bathroom to see the state of your makeup. It was a disaster, as you guessed. After washing your face, you exited the bathroom to see Jason sitting up in the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better now that I’m not freaking out in front of my best friend’s brother.” You dragged your hand down your face. “I’m sorry about everything. You shouldn’t’ve had to deal with that. They’ve just been really bad lately…that’s why I wanted Tim to freaking go…but I didn’t want to disappoint Gaby, since it was her birthday –”

“Y/N. Relax. It’s okay. I was just worried about you. Why on earth would you not get me? Instead you go into an alley, by yourself, in fucking Gotham City.”

“I know,” you moved to sit next to him on the bed. “I just, most people don’t understand or know how to handle them. And I didn’t want to worry you…or Gaby. So, my mind just needed an exit strategy.”

“I’ve handled way worse, don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“What, you still wanna hang out with me?”

“Oh, uhm, well it’s not like we hang out much to begin with.” His tone turned almost sad.

“Well, you never ask.” You said blatantly.

“Neither do you!”

“Okay, fair. Well, since you’re here…and you paid for my drinks last night, I think I owe you breakfast. I think Tim even has some –” You stop short realizing that Tim’s clothes would never fit his brother and wave your hand at the thought.

“Tim has what?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“Oh, just some spare clothes here…but I realized you wouldn’t fit in them.”

“He’s going to kill me, by the way.”

“Probably.” You let out a chuckle as you rummage through your dresser for some clothes.

“Mind if I at least shower before we head out?”

“Not at all.” As Jason goes into the bathroom you change clothes and head into the kitchen to make some coffee while you wait.

***

Jason turns on the shower and dials his brother.

“Tim?”

“Where are you Jason? What happened last night? Gaby texted me saying you and Y/N went missing halfway through the night!”

“She had a panic attack, so we got out of there.” Jason opted for a half-truth in order to avoid being hit and/or berated by his younger brother when he got home.

“Hm, so where the hell are you now?”

“I’m still here. At Y/N’s.”

“What the fuck, Todd. Why are you still there?”

“I just wanted to make sure she was okay!” There was a long silence, one that Tim was sure drove his brother crazy. “We kissed.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

“If you like her, I’ll back off.”

“Nah, I was messing with you Jay. I already knew.”

“Bastard.”

“And I already see how the two of you look at each other. I say go for it…But I will kill you if you hurt her.”

“Deal.”

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The Lucky Boomerang - Part 15 (The End)

Summary: It was widely known that Captain Boomerang didn’t work well with others; a true statement, until one particular accomplice caught his attention. His decision to spare her caused the pair to become deadly. They were nearly as famous as the Clown couple themselves. Renowned for her easy escapes and incredible stealth, Lady Luck was an appropriate partner for the Aussie bank robber. Their luck changes when a certain metahuman brings them both to Belle Reve Penitentiary and they are forced into joining Task Force X. (Side note: In this imagine, Boomerang is at Belle Reve)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

(Captain Boomerang x Reader)

Warnings: Lots of fluff and feels!

Word Count: 1,419

A/N: The final part! A year ago, I started this fic and now here we are on the last chapter! I know this is a little overdramatic, but hey that’s me. I’ve had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this! Please send me in requests if you have any ideas for other series I could do. I’ve got a few ideas lined up that I hope you’ll like! For now, it’s time to say good bye to The Lucky Boomerang and a fic that has been one hell of a journey! I hope you enjoy this!

Prison was different now. It felt strange. There was something in the air that didn’t sit right with any of them. They had tasted freedom and, to an extent, they’d had it. But, they wanted more.

(Y/N) missed Harley, seeing as they were now on opposite sides of the facility and never saw each other. They only saw Deadshot when he was being escorted back to his cell from his visits with his daughter. The guards wouldn’t let him stop, but he always yelled a greeting as he went past.

(Y/N) counted her blessings that she could sleep in the same bed as Digger every night. They shared a cell, a bed and a life. It wasn’t the house with the white picket fence, but it was enough, for now.

They sat on the bed, cuddled up next to each other. (Y/N) was reading a book, while Digger played with her hair. They were back in the usual prison uniforms, but with a little more character this time. Dig chose to wear a tank top, instead of the beige prison shirt, and (Y/N) had fashioned hers into a crop top. She’d used Digger’s shirt and ripped it into a sort of bandana, to hold her hair out of her eyes while she read.

“I know it’s not what we imagined, but I’m happy,” (Y/N) looked up from her book. She leaned up and kissed Digger gently on the lips. He stopped plaiting her hair and pulled her closer to him.

“We’re together, Lady. That’s what counts.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever get our own house, or a normal job, or even a baby…��

“Hey!” Digger interrupted, “We can have a baby if you want. It’ll be the damn best-looking baby anyone has ever seen.” He winked.

“We can’t bring a baby into this life. We can’t raise it in prison,” (Y/N) sighed and closed the book in her lap. “Plus, I doubt Waller would let us keep it.”

“Screw Waller. No one is taking our kid away from us,” Digger clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. Lady put her hands on his cheeks. “I won’t let them,” he said. He kissed the palms of her hands.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows pulled together. “What is it?” Digger asked, confused.

“Can you hear that?”

They sat for a second, listening. In the distance, there was a faint rumbling, like thunder. Then, an almighty crash shook the room.

“For fucks sake, can’t we have five minutes of peace?” Digger huffed, lifting Lady off his lap. The pair stood facing the door, ready for an attack. They heard footsteps running down the hall and braced themselves. That was when a familiar face appeared in the cell window.

“Hiya, guys! We’ve come to rescue you!” Harley beamed. Both Digger and (Y/N) relaxed and rushed forwards. That was when another face appeared in the window, white as a sheet and with shocking green hair. It was the Joker.

“You’re alive?” (Y/N) asked.

“Looks like it,” Joker growled and Harley squealed. They heard jangling and suddenly the door swung open. Harley jumped on (Y/N).

“It’s so great to see you! We have so much to catch up on!” the blonde spoke so quickly it was a struggle for (Y/N) to understand.

“Nice to meet you, mate,” Digger addressed Joker, nodding warily.

“Let’s go,” Joker muttered, pulling Harley off of (Y/N).

“Well, he seems like fun,” (Y/N) muttered to Digger. He chuckled.

They moved with caution out of the cell, constantly checking for guards. Harley and Joker were up ahead.

“They’re all dead if that’s you’re worried about,” Joker said over his shoulder.

“What about the prisoners, like Deadshot and Croc?” Lady asked.

“They’re waiting for us outside,” Harley turned, giggling.

“And Flag and Waller?” Digger’s question was tainted with a hint of worry.

“Soldier is on his honeymoon and the bitch is in some ‘secret’ facility in France,” Joker responded, using air quotes on the word ‘secret’.

“How do you know all this?” (Y/N) asked, just as cautious of the clown as Digger was.

“Puddin’ has eyes all over the place,” Harley said, proudly. They stopped by a door and Joker made swift work of kicking it down.

“I could’ve done that,” Dig muttered, puffing his chest out a little.

“I know you could,” (Y/N) chuckled, patting his arm.

It was pitch black outside. Being in prison all day meant they lost track of the time. They slept when they felt tired and they ate when the food came through the door. There was no real routine. Deadshot and Croc stood just outside the door. Deadshot looked a little jumpy, but relaxed when he saw who it was. Digger went over to him and patted his back. “Good to see you, mate.” He looked at Croc and nodded a greeting, worried about getting his hand bitten off if he got too close.

Joker wasted no time waiting. “Everyone here is dead. It won’t be long before back-up arrives so we need to leave now.”

Harley was gazing up at him, hanging onto every word he said.

(Y/N)’s stomach did a flip when she realised what was happening. They were going to escape. They were getting out of this hell-hole. There was an actual chance that they could live the life they’d dreamed about.

The small group moved silently out of the facility. It seemed too easy. Once they were out, Croc parted from the group, grunting something about a sewer before disappearing into the night.

“As soon as we get to the city, I’m jumping ship too. I gotta get my daughter before anyone else does,” Deadshot informed them. It made sense. If the cops got word that there had been an escape, they’d search Zoe’s home. It would be the first place they’d think he would be. But if he got there quick enough, he could grab her and run.

That left (Y/N) thinking. Where would she and Boomer go?

As if reading her mind, Digger said, “I have a few of my old hiding spots in mind. I think we should lay low there for a few days before trying to find a more permanent situation.” Lady nodded, relieved that at least he seemed to have a plan.

Joker had an escape vehicle, just a plain white van, parked around the back. One of his accomplices, who introduced himself as Frost, was driving. As soon as the group were in, he sped off, headed straight for the city. The Joker had some mastermind plan for how to remain inconspicuous, but he didn’t let any of the others in on it. (Y/N) didn’t even think Harley knew what he had planned.

It didn’t take long before they were parked up in a back alley in the slightly rougher area of the city.

“This is where we leave you,” the Joker said. “Me and Harls got to get moving.” He didn’t say where they would be. (Y/N) guessed that was part of his effort to remain low-profile. She didn’t think it would last very long. He and Harley were the king and queen of Gotham. It wouldn’t be long before they re-claimed their thrones and were out causing chaos again. (Y/N) just hoped they wouldn’t get caught this time. She worried for Harley’s safety and just wanted to see her friend happy.

Harley leaned over and pulled Lady into a big hug. “Promise we’ll see each other again?”

“Of course!” Lady squeezed her tightly. Joker tapped his foot, impatiently. (Y/N) shot him a look. She wasn’t afraid of him, not any more at least.

“Let’s get moving, Lady,” Digger took (Y/N)’s hand and helped her out of the van. “Catch ya later, craziness,” he nodded to Harley. She gave him a wide, toothy grin.

No sooner had they stepped out of the van, Joker slammed the doors and they disappeared in a cloud of dust and dirt. Lady watched them go, tears threatening to erupt. She coughed a little, composing herself, before looking up at Digger. He brought his thumb up to her cheek and wiped away a tear that had managed to escape. “We’ll see her again, I’m sure,” he comforted. “It’s time to start our own life now.” (Y/N) managed a small smile. Her stomach flipped at the thought that her dream of a life away from crime was actually a possibility. They could have a house and a family.

She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to George’s.

“Where do we start?”

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cryptidsandcatacombs · 5 years

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If I Can’t Love Her

Summary: In this tale of the Beauty and the Beast, a certain Waylon Jones laments on his thoughts on a certain beauty in his life. All of them angsty and he needs a hug someone help wait why are you crying I SAID HELP HIM

Ship: Waylon Jones/Xeena

A/N: This is a surprise gift for @xeensbin as a product of weaponized angst and the fluff Waylon fucking deserves. I hope you like it cause the mob with the torch and pitch forks outside my house with ominous glares and an aura of shadowy nightmares wouldn’t stop glaring at him reciting chants that may or may not be able to summon a hellspawn that will come and make my house smell like wet socks for all eternity until I wrote this.

The title is based off this song enjoy the sads: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6BiSTFRJlw

Xeena was out like a light. She didn’t know what happened. One minute, she’s out and about minding her own damn business and the next men are coming at her waving guns around.

“Where’s Croc,” is all she could hear. Xeena knew who these men were. Well, not in a particular manner, but in a general way. Croc was, well, popular in certain circles. Not in a good way either. It was because everyone from here to the edge of Gotham wanted a piece of Croc. Whether it was because they were ballsy and had a death wish or was getting paid and exuberant amount to do so, people came for his head.

For that Xeena stared at them shocked at first, but her resolve swept her up overcoming it. Xeena wasn’t going to let them have him.

“Tch kiss my ass,” she said.

Suddenly, one of the more well muscled men came out and grabbed her by the throat. Oh sweet mama this man had a grip. “I’ll ask you again you stupid broad,” he said in a tone that indicated a heaping healthy sack of sexist asshole, “Where’s the Croc?”

The man drew his knife illustrating his next point. “Or...” the knife drew closer to Xeena’s face glinting off the moonlight,”Are we going to have to call him here ourselves? I heard crocs love human blood.”

While there was many things that could be said about that assumption, there’s two more things about Waylon that these men in question should have remembered and assumed instead: Waylon’s excellent scent and his excellent hearing. With this he could smell Xeena’s fear and hear who was causing it.

“Let’s just dump her body into the sewer and wait,” one of them said bringing a blunt object over.

“Nighty night,” one of them said bringing it down over her head.

Hoo you shouldn’t have done that. Whose gonna build all these graves now?

Soon enough, the entire gang in question turned sharply because of two things: the sound of the sewer man hole opening and the sound of predatory growling. A single yellow eye was the first thing they saw. Slitted and absolutely livid. The sight of bared teeth and scraping claws really brought home the aura he was trying to give off: That he was pissed and ready to kill.

“You know, I regret not getting here fast enough, but you know,” Waylon said stomping towards them, “You’re right about one thing.”

These men had their guns ready, but what stopped them? Was it the fact he was 9 foot 8 and made of pure muscle? Was it the predatory sounds he was making? No. It was the overwhelming sense they were in way over their heads and now they have to pay for their hubris.

Before they knew it, their guns were being snatched from them with one swipe. Waylon got too close. So close, in fact, that they could feel his breath on their face. He grabbed three of them by their shirts without a problem. What he said next near their face sent shivers down their spine and made them go ghostly white.

“I do love the taste of human blood. I wonder how yours is tonight..”

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Waylon had carried Xeena’s unconscious body into his small lair in the sewer. Away from the world and into safety she went.

Waylon gently set her down in the couch, gently running his fingers across her face. He was just relieved she was ok, but not so much that she was endangered because of him,.

He sat down by the couch she was laying on, leaning his back against it. He gave a deep contemplative sigh at his next words.

“You know, you gotta be the unluckiest son of a bitch to ever come into my world,” Waylon said claws clenched against his arms, eyebrows furrowed in an agitated manner.

“Sometimes....” he grunted in frustration,”I wonder why you even stick around.”

His foot claws scraped against the floor as he continued to lament his thoughts aloud. “I guess God isn’t so forgiving. First, I turn into a horrible monster and now he gives me you only to...”

He snarled in contempt at this next thought. “Why would anyone give me you only to take you away from me.” His voice cracked. His anger melted into sorrow and transformed into tears.

“That’s how it works...doesn’t it,” he said clutching his shirt like the world’s safest security blanket. “Damn it....if I can’t love her...”

A gentle foreign hand ran across his face, wiping the tear from his eyes. Waylon turned and jerked instinctively. Positive affection wasn’t something he was used to due to the absence of it for many many years.

Waylon had turned to see Xeena was awake and giving him a gentle look of concern. “Cause God always sends the greatest gifts to those who need it the most,” Xeena said in a gentle tone,her hands rubbing the sides of his face gently,.

Waylon went through several emotions at the sight of her and hearing this: sorrow, relief and comfort.

Waylon melted into her hands a mess. He could die there and be the happiest man alive. Hey God, please don’t say psyche.

“I’m just glad you’re ok,” Waylon said grabbing both her hands in his gently. “I just...I don’t want you to leave me. You could have died.”

“But I didn...ow,” Xeena said now fully registering where she got hit on the head.

Waylon checked it out in concern and ran his thumb over it gently. He puffed out his chest and huffed out. He was pissed beyond reason.

“Sorry..I just couldn’t see you get hurt. I didn’t want you go get hurt,” Xeena explained.

“Better me than you,” Waylon said running his nose into Xeena’s hair in a territorial manner.

Xeena gave a resolute huff at what he just said.”No, that’s not true you big lug,” she snapped. “Your life is worth just as much as mine. I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt. I love seeing you Waylon and believe it or not, I want to protect you too.”

Waylon paused for a moment. Sounds of insecurity and peoples’ antagonistic clamoring over his appearance drowned out in that moment. For a minute, there was peace in his head. This wasn’t what he was used to and he’s not sure if he ever will be, but in the moment, he can be. For this moment, he can try to believe that maybe someone found him to be worth it.

With that resolution now stated, Waylon took Xeena by the hand and drew her close to him. “Just as long as you let me protect you too.”

Xeena didn’t know what made her blush more: that confession or the sound of his heart near her ear. Both? She settled for both.

“Let’s protect each other. Ok,” Xeena argued back.

Waylon blinked then shook his head. He wasn’t going to win this fight on the measure of his self worth. He couldn’t. Not when his self worth was measured by both of them meaning the world to each other.

“I’ll do my best,” he said holding her closer.

“Deal,” Xeena said holding him back. Well, the best she could with a tall beefy guy like him.

“Hey...” Waylon said softly,” Can you stay the night tonight? It’s late and I don’t let you going out after hours.”

Xeena looked at her phone. That late? “Are you sure? I don’t want to intru--”

Waylon interrupted her before she could even finish.”I insist,” he said glaring. It was a glare that said, you can’t make me change my mind so don’t even try.

To be honest, she wouldn’t fight. She wanted to stay the night anyhow. “Ok, fine you big lug. You twisted my arm,” Xeena teased. Waylon chuckled by only softly at this.

“Oh uh can I ask you something,” Xeena turned to ask before she sat back on the couch,”What happened to those guys anyhow?”

Waylon didn’t say anything. What could he say?

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“Please let me go,”one of them cried in his grip.

“Why should I,” Waylon was pissed and not up for negotiation at this point. He wanted to destroy and kill them for even daring to threaten Xeena.

The three struggled in his grip. Waylon was set to kill when his glance darted to Xeena. He turned to check on her.

Then..he had an epiphany. Could he really be worthy of her if he keeps doing this? Could he be considered worthy of her if he keeps acting like this? He’s no monster. He’s no monster.

“I’m..no monster,” he said dropping them to the ground.

They looked up to be met with a glare.”You punks are lucky I have to get her out of here, but if you ever show up near this part of town or near her...,”he paused to pick Xeena up and head towards the sewers,”You won’t be so lucky.”

The three ran off as Waylon dropped into the sewers out of sight.

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Waylon shrugged wanting to give a vague answer at best, but the fact he wasn’t covered in blood was the only answer Xeena needed. She smiled in satisfaction at this.

Waylon crawled towards the edge of the couch to relax by her as Xeena ran her fingers across his scalp. God, he was putty in her hands.

“You did good big guy,” Xeena said wrapping her arms around his neck.

Waylon could only smile in content at those words. Maybe just maybe Xeena was right. Maybe Xeena was the one thing in his life that he could always call his and always be his. He had prayed for some form of happiness to be his. Who knew it would come in the form of the girl with him now and hopefully forever.

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In the Smoke pt. 29 (Cobblebats)

From Bruce’s POV

Walking down the crumbling street, Oz and I both marched our way up to Wayne Enterprises as random civilians gaped at us from inside nearby buildings, none of them daring to move a single muscle. Even though neither the Penguin nor the Unknown had done anything significant recently, people still remembered the brutal ways we murdered some of Gotham’s most notorious, and wiped their names from history. In fact, there was a small amount of people who actually admired our past actions, and praised us for killing people such as Falcone and Hill, whilst others condemned them. It just proved how divided this city was. I only hoped we could change that.

Weaving our way around dysfunctional police cars, I could hear the soft whirring of my drones’ engines as they followed us from behind, prepared to attack at a moment’s notice. Alfred was the one piloting them from back home, and every once in a while, he’d check in with a quick update, alerting us of any impending threats. It was good to know that he was still willing to help me, even after all the trouble I’d caused, what with losing my mind and all. If it weren’t for his and dad’s sympathy, I probably would’ve been killed by the Children of Arkham a long time ago. I intended to make use of the second chance they gave me.

“Bruce,” Alfred’s voice came through, “are you doing all right, thus far? Your father’s with Gordon at the moment. They’re still thinking about how to approach this hostage situation. They’re not sure how they can send someone in without being detected.”

“Oz and I are almost there,” I replied. “If they need help rescuing the hostages, then we can distract her while someone sneaks in. I mean, I’m the one Lady Arkham wants to see anyways. All eyes will be on me once we walk in there. That can be your opening.”

Alfred sighed. “A risky solution, but the only one we have, I’m afraid. Very well. I’ll let your father know of the plan. Please, be careful while you’re inside, Bruce. I don’t want to be the one to send you to your death.”

I chuckled, turning to Oz as we exchanged smiles and prepared for what was about to come.

“I wouldn’t let you.”

Once Alfred signed off, I felt Oz lightly nudge me in the arm, his eyes glued on Wayne Tower. There was something...off...about him. Something despondent.

“Everything all right, Oz?” I asked, tilting my head in concern. He waved a casual hand.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just--” Oz took a deep breath, “...look, I hate to be ‘that’ guy, but...there’s...no guarantee we’re both making it out of this alive. I mean, we’re fighting Lady Arkham, for fuck’s sake.”

I frowned a little. “Oz...”

He carried on. “And believe me, I don’t wanna think ‘bout it either, but just in case things don’t exactly go the way we planned,” he reached for my hand, gently holding onto it, “...thanks. For everything. I mean it. You’ve done so much for me, and I promise, I’ll never forget any of it.”

I tightened my grip. “Hey, you’ve been there for me too. I wouldn’t even be standing here if it weren’t for you, Oz. I owe you my life.”

Oz let out a chuckle as he brought his gaze back to Wayne Tower, a grin coming to his face.

“You can’t throw a rock ‘round Gotham without hitting a window that Wayne Enterprises owns, but I’m sure glad I broke yours.”

I winked at him. “Shall we break some more?”

He happily returned the wink. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

From Lady Arkham’s POV

WAYNE ENTERPRISES - THOMAS’ OFFICE

“Any news on Batman?” I asked. Gideon shook his head.

“No. Both he and the GCPD have been pretty quiet recently,” the sniper approached me, glowering as always. “I’d proceed carefully, if I were you. They’re clearly planning something big. We may have replenished some of our numbers, but we’re still weaker than before. We can’t afford to fuck up again.”

I let out a groan, turning around to gaze out the giant window. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve teamed up with Penguin...and...the Unknown. Batman seems to be fond of that bastard for some reason. Most-likely, he was the one to convince him to turn traitor in the first place. It would make sense. Whatever you think about Bruce--you can’t deny that man isn’t afraid to take lives. He can do what Batman has sworn never to do. Of course he’d recruit him.”

Gideon glanced over at the hostages, crossing his arms. “Never understood that ‘no killing’ rule. Not every crime can be restrained by bars. Anyone who thinks otherwise is just naive. And speaking of Bruce, why the hell did we even allow that rich-boy to join us? If I recall correctly, you hated the Waynes.”

“Oh, I still do,” I confirmed, my tone sharp with anger. “But Oz trusted Bruce, and I trusted Oz. Clearly...a mistake. One that I won’t repeat.”

The sniper scoffed. “To trust anyone in Gotham is a mistake.”

I nodded, my head drooping slightly. “I know what you mean.”

I heard the cocking of a gun. My ears perked in alarm.

“No,” Gideon said from mere inches behind my back. “You don’t.”

Even though I couldn’t see what he was doing, it didn’t take long for me to realize that there was a gun currently being pressed against the back of my head. I froze on the spot.

“...you son-of-a-bitch,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

Gideon laughed, though not out of amusement. “Saving our asses--that’s what. Look at us, Vicki. Look at what the Children of Arkham have become. Ever since we’ve arrived at Gotham, our organization’s been doing nothing but falling apart. It wasn’t long ago that we had the potential to sway the course of history; to do whatever we pleased...and now, we’re nothing but shit on the GCPD’s boots--playthings for Batman. It’s time a new captain took hold of this ship and steered us away from the storm. We’re bound to sink if nothing changes.”

I refused. “And you think you can solve all our problems? You couldn’t even kill Harvey Dent, or Bruce. You’re no stronger than the men you fight, Gideon. You’re lucky I even let you return.”

I felt the gun’s barrel press harder into my scalp. Gideon was practically flattened against me now. His icy glare pierced through mine.

“...You...don’t know me,” he whispered in a feral tone. “Otherwise, you never would’ve turned your back to me.”

Subtly reaching for my staff, I glanced over my shoulder and at the sniper, my eyes narrowing in anger.

“And if you knew me, you never would’ve put a goddamn gun to my head.”

Snatching the weapon, I suddenly whipped around and slammed the zapping staff into Gideon’s side, only to come to a halt when he grabbed it with his bare hands. How the hell--?

For a moment, the two of us just stood there, staring at each other in disbelief as the hostages frightfully watched the show, all of them dead silent. The lightning seemed to do nothing to the sniper. It was almost as if he didn’t even feel it. He simply held onto the staff, acting like nothing happened. I knew he had abnormal strengths due to experiments in the past, but I had no idea they reached this extent. What on Earth was I dealing with?

Breaking out of his trance-like state, Gideon forcefully shoved the staff out of his sight and began prowling towards me, even more confident than before now that he knew he was resistant to my weapon.

“Don’t worry, Vicki,” Gideon reassured without empathy, “this is for the best.”

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Nothing More Contagious Than Laughter - Chapter 5

Welcome to a new fan fic written by yours truly. This is a Gotham fic, featuring all your favs and then some. So ships featured in this fic are Jerome/OC and Oswald/OC (that will come later) I hope you all enjoy. My face claim for Emerald is Taylor Momsen

Warnings: Sex, Phone Sex, Smut, Strip Tease, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, No plot in this chapter, just smut

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Chapter 5

Emerald’s P.O.V

I climbed into bed physically and mentally exhausted after Tessa had dragged me out for the day. I had finally told her about Jerome and the loss of the v card. Of course she demanded me to tell her every little detail. The circus was only in town for one more week and I was worried about what would happen when that week was up. I wanted Jerome to stay here with me but I didn’t exactly have a place for him to stay. And we both didn’t have the money to get a place for ourselves. I forced the thought to the back of my mind again. It was better to not think about it.

My phone buzzed before my ringtone began to play, ‘Bubblegum Bitch’ by Marina & the Diamonds. I answered, smiling to myself. “Hey,” I answered. “Hey gorgeous,” came Jerome’s voice, “had a good day?” “Tiring, I would have rather spent it with you.” “Well there’s still time.” “Where are you?” “Outside.”

I raised an eyebrow, looking over at my window. I couldn’t see anybody out there but I could see the faint glow of a phone screen in the tree by my window. I smiled and gave a little wave. He chuckled but remained in the dark. “You gonna come in here or what?” I asked. “I will gorgeous, I want you to do a little something for me first.” “And what’s that?” I asked. “You’re going to do everything I tell you too, do you understand?” I bit my lip, grinning ear to ear, “and if I don’t?” “Then I’ll be on my merry way and go back home.”

I frowned a little. There was no need to be a meanie. “Alright,” I answered. “Good girl. Now take off those clothes for me.” “Jerome- “ “Don’t be shy gorgeous, I’ve seen it all before.” I suppose he was right but I was still new to various sexual acts, like someone watching me strip. I put the phone on loudspeaker but made sure the volume wasn’t too loud, my parents would be asleep next door. I stood up in the empty space between my bed and the window, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt.

I removed my shirt with as much grace as I could manage. I’m sure he didn’t want me to just simply take my clothes off, a guy like him would want a show. I still felt kinda silly though. My hands moved down to my jeans, pushing them down a little so they rested around my hips. I then popped the button and pulled down the zipper, slow and teasing. If only I could see his face to know if I were doing a good job or not. I then turned and pulled down my jeans although there isn’t really a nice way of taking off skinny jeans.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra before letting it slide down my arms and on to the floor. I covered my breasts with my hands and turned back to face the window. “Panties too gorgeous,” he spoke, finally breaking the silence. “You don’t want to do that for me?” “Tempting but no.” I slid down my panties down my hips until they fell down my legs on their own. I stepped out of them and waited. I could hear heavy breathing coming from his end of the call. I smiled to myself, feeling a little proud.

“Ok doll face now I want you to lay back down for me, I need you to get ready for me first,” he gave his next instruction. I lay down on my bed, getting comfy. I suppose by ‘getting ready’ for him he wanted me to touch myself. I bit my lip, as if stripping hadn’t been daunting enough. I placed my phone next to me on the pillow. “You’re going to be a good girl and touch yourself for me aren’t you?” He asked. “Yes.” My hand wandered down my body, resting between my legs. I hadn’t exactly touched myself before either. Another first with him. My fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves and I let out a small gasp.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit in small, slow circles, getting used to my own touch. I let out a soft moan at the feeling, my body relaxing to my touch. I continued the motion, speeding up a little. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet, this was not a conversation I wanted to have with my parents. My fingers sped up causing my hips to rise a little. I heard Jerome chuckle, causing me to smile. “You having fun gorgeous?” He asked. “You tell me,” I replied a little breathless. “Mmm I think you’ll be having more fun once I get my hands on you.”

I held back a moan at this, continuing to touch myself. My fingers wandered lower, dipping in to my wetness. My head fell back against the pillow as I started a slow pace. I imagined it was Jerome’s fingers instead of my own. That only seemed to make things feel better. My pace sped up and I began to curl them, forcing my hips to jerk. I almost let a loud moan slip as I forgot my surroundings and focused only on my own pleasure.

My other hand came down to continue rubbing my clit. I continued both motions, my head tossing back and forth against the pillow as the pleasure continued to build and build, much like a tightness in my stomach. That pleasure soon came to a head, washing over me completely. My legs went stiff and I almost bit my lip hard enough to draw blood in order to keep myself quiet. I continued touching myself through my orgasm until my clit began to get over stimulated.

I just lay there for a few moments to catch my breath. I heard a small tap at my window and turned my head. Jerome was waiting to be let in, I raised my finger, signalling for him to give me a minute. Eventually I got up on slightly shaky legs and opened the window, lifting it. Jerome came in and closed it behind him. There was no greeting as his lips were on mine instantly, his hands pulling me against his body. I could feel how hard he was, making me grin in to the kiss.

“You’re going to have to be quiet now doll face, we can’t wake your parents. You think you can keep quiet for me?” He asked, pressing one of his fingers to my lips as if to shush me. In response I took his finger in my mouth, sucking on it and keeping eye contact with him. He bit his lip and I released his finger before batting my eyelashes and nodding. He was on me again, his hand pushing itself between my legs. I gasped at the rough contact.

Jerome pushed me down on the bed, before taking off his clothes in a hurry. He climbed on top of me, kissing me hard. I tangled my fingers in his hair, accepting his tongue in my mouth. He rolled his hips against mine, both of us moaning at the needed friction. After lining himself up he pushed in to me. Wasting no time, he began a hard, slow pace. I was struggling to keep quiet so Jerome covered my mouth with his hand but continued his pace. “You know I normally like you loud but I need you to be quiet,” he whispered. I nodded, trying my best to become a little quieter even if I did like his hand over my mouth.

Jerome eventually took his hand away, now gripping my hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down for another kiss. He groaned against my lips his pace not faltering for a second. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate and already being stimulated. Jerome knew this and quickened his pace, searching for his own release. ‘You gonna cum again for me gorgeous?” He asked already knowing the answer. I nodded, my fingers slipping between our bodies and finding my clit once more. My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip again to stop myself from moaning out loud.

I threw my head back, my eyes shutting tight as I pushed myself over the edge and in to a few moments of pure heaven. My own orgasm triggered Jerome’s and he buried his face into my neck to muffle his groans. I smiled and kissed his temple. He nipped at my neck before pulling out and laying next to me. “Do I have permission to stay the night?” He asked. “Hmmm I think I might have to ask my parents about that one. Who knows what they'll do if they find a naked boy in the same bed as their naked daughter.” I smiled and got under the covers, patting the spot next to me. Jerome smiled and climbed in next to me, spooning me. I smiled, placing my hands over his, which rested on my stomach. And now he was the first boy to sleep in my bed or sleep with me for that matter. I wonder how many more firsts I was going to have with him.

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roguepythia · 7 years

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Meta: Characterizations to Cling to

rose-for-dead-alice replied to your post “Honestly though, I was a hardcore Spuffy shipper. S6 wrecked our shit...”

Honestly yeah as much as I kind of hate the loss of a potential canon gay romance on a hit TV show....At least it isn't like what Buffy did with that attempted rape scene, Buffy got way too sexual and I always felt so violated by that part of the show.

So many people felt the same! And “violated” is the perfect word choice too. It’s exactly how the entire fandom felt.

Putting this under a read more as I meta about Spuffy and Nygmobblepot characterizations, world-breaking, and fandom/show relationships. It’s a long one people, grab a snack first.

BtVS S6 just got so dark, dealing with themes like self-hate and using sex as self-punishment. They had spent the entire season completely objectifying Spike and turning him into basically a giant sex toy. And made it seem all “a-okay” to do cause he’d had his own sex toy for awhile in the Buffybot. Plus, Buffy was the “hero” so she “couldn’t” do any wrong. It was all Spike’s fault that he was willing to put up with it. Either because he loved her so much he was willing to take on her pain or he was a monster that couldn’t tell the difference between love and self-hate therefore didn’t think she was doing anything wrong. Considering his keen ability to see through the bullshit my take was the first. He knew she was hurting and wanted to take that pain from her, if he got his leg over in the process so much the better for him.

And then they pulled the rug out from under us when all of sudden he attacks her. They completely ignore all of their world-building to make him out to be the bad guy that can’t see where the line is, when she’s been crossing it all season. Even though at his most evil self he had limits. And then it’s been proven that Buffy is 10x more powerful than Spike but because she got a little banged up earlier that night, all of a sudden he can overpower her? It was also so completely out of character for both of them. Buffy the “hit first, ask questions later” Slayer begging Spike “Love’s Bitch” to stop rather than just kicking him through the wall. Which she can do as she’s a Slayer. Which leads me to my next point.

The audience reaction. They didn’t make this show in a vacuum. There was an audience and a large fanbase. As a college-aged young woman watching this show, I identified with Buffy. She was for my generation what Wonder Woman is now to this one. We looked up to her. She fought the good fight. She stood up to right the wrongs of the “demons” that tried to take her power. She was a metaphor for girls to say to themselves, “I matter. I have power. I have a voice!” So of course when she gets attacked like that, by someone who claims to love her, we all feel attacked as well.

And the Spike fans were doubly betrayed. We identified with Buffy and Spike. The Heroine and the Outsider. They had been such a powerful team and Spike was on his redemption journey already. He spent the entire summer being The Protector to her younger sister and asked for nothing in return except for someone to buy him Wheetabix every once in awhile. Yes, he was still a demon but he was fighting his nature to be something better than himself. Even without a soul he was still trying. That character development was completely destroyed in one scene. The only way to reconcile what happened was to headcanon that even Spike was so appalled by his own behavior that he sought his soul. He basically said, “THIS ISN’T WHO I AM! Screw this, I’m outta here.” Which as noted by the below, might have been their plan.

The following quotes are from the wiki page on this ep and very enlightening as apparently the scene was shot in such a way as to evoke sympathy for Spike....while he was attempting to rape Buffy. Let that sink in.

In the DVD commentary, James Marsters said that filming the scene in which Spike attempts to rape Buffy was one of the hardest he ever had to do. He has since said that he will never do such a scene again. That scene has also generated controversy between fans and the writers,[2] but writer Jane Espenson says that moment was necessary to set up a powerful motivation for Spike's quest to gain a soul.[3] As James Marsters points out, "How do you motivate him [to] make a mistake that’s so heart-rending that he’d be willing to do that?"[4]

Marsters would later say in 2012 that he understood the idea to have come from "a female writer, [who] had a situation in her life where she was and her boyfriend were breaking up and she decided if she just made love to him one more time, that they wouldn't break up. She ended up trying to force herself on him and decided to write about that. The thing is, if you flip it and make it a man forcing himself on a woman, I believe it becomes a whole different thing... I'm not really sure it expressed what the author was intending and on that score it was not successful." [5]

In her essay on sex and violence in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gwyn Symonds calls the scene itself "technically and emotionally intricate" in that, unlike most depictions of attempted rape, it "encourages a complex audience engagement with both... the perpetrator and the victim."[6] The action was "very carefully choreographed" according to James Marsters,[4] with the camera alternating between close-ups of Buffy and Spike separately to reinforce the audience's shifting empathy with both Buffy and Spike.[6] Writer Rebecca Rand Kirshner agrees that the viewer "could feel how [Spike's] very innards were twisted into this perversion of what he wanted," and she found that experiencing the scene from his perspective was additionally disturbing.[7]

The above makes it clear that the most egregious crime of that scene was against the fans. Not only was it bad decision making on several levels to portray an attacker as a victim but to also believe that you can swap genders in such a scene without a problem. But the most obscene aspect of all, is the world-breaking. In the Buffyverse, Spike is a Demon. Buffy is a Slayer. They are NOT HUMAN. They don’t live by human rules. But the fans are human and we do live in a sometimes ugly, cruel world. By making these supernatural creatures act within human boundaries, the analogies were broken. It was no longer a metaphor. This brought a show that wasn’t just steeped in supernatural elements but solidly based in them, kicking and screaming into the “real world”.

The fandom reacted. All of a sudden fans were labeled “rape apologists” or had to relive the most harrowing moments of their lives to explain how deeply the show had hurt them. Sometimes both. I don’t think the show or the fandom ever recovered. It was a breech of trust that the show writers could never mend.

Even now as writers for the show head other projects, BtVS fans know who they are and what they’ve done. When I found out Steven S. DeKnight was taking over directing duties for Del Toro on Pacific Rim 2, I wanted to barf. Now the story I love about all of humanity coming together to fight a common foe; full of love and pathos, resolute in its determination to never give up, to go down swinging, to stand up and maybe even pay the ultimate sacrifice to protect those that cannot..... “Today we are cancelling the apocalypse!“ Now it’s in his hands. It’s now going to take a dark and twisted turn full of some type of self loathing and hatred, I’m sure of it. Ug. Fifteen years later and I’m still so appalled at how all this went down.

And if anyone is still reading this long essay at this point, (you get a virtual cookie) but I guess you’re wondering how this all relates to Nygmobblepot. Well, my main point of contention about the above is that they took the characters out of their world. They took supernatural creatures and made them act as if they were human. It wasn’t just that it was OOC for both characters, it wasn’t BtVS either.

The Nygmobblepot and Gotham fandoms are “alive”. Our feelings about the show, the characters, and the fandom itself shift with each new piece of content we receive. And unfortunately, we receive this content in a lot more ways now.

When BtVS was around, we didn’t have “social media”. Facebook didn’t even exist until one year after BtVS concluded. There wasn’t a twitter page dangling our ship in front of us with colored hearts and cute images or coy phrases. There was an on-line presence, yes, but fans only really interacted with fans and fansites. We didn’t have a direct line to the creators and/or actors on the show on a daily basis like we do now. And maybe we were better off? It is a double edged sword. We can now make our voices heard so much easier but then we are subjected to constant pandering to get “all eyes focused here!!” so advertisers can rake in the money every time we click on a site.

But that isn’t part of the show itself. It’s not. It’s the social media arm run by the PR department, whose job it is to generate buzz and a “click this!!” mentality. And it works! Every time we get sucked in and think something said on those sites will have some correlation to what happens on the show. And that’s not the case. We don’t even know if the PR team knows what will happen in the episodes before they post. For all we know, they have no clue. Somehow we’ve forgotten they are two separate things and the creators need to be reminded of this as well. Because looking back through the social media posts is painful. And it didn’t need to be that way.

The show itself has actually managed to do the one thing that BtVS could not, and that is to keep their world in tact. After everything that has happened to Oz and Ed, through it all, they have remained in character. The world hasn’t shifted out from under them, nor us. They are still who they’ve always been at their core. Even Ed, who is searching for his identify, has been handled in a way that stays true to his Gotham characterization.

There is a lot that can be said about how the story unfolded and how it didn’t go the way we wanted. Many sectors of the fandom are legitimately angry. Many of us, myself included, were casual viewers until this ship jumped off the screen at us. And it wasn’t social media that sucked us in. It was Robin and Cory’s portrayal of these two broken, damaged villains finding each other that spoke to us. Knowing that even if you are “irredeemable”, there is still someone out there for you. That there truly is a “lid for every pot”. It was that connection we fell in love with, romance or not. And now this beautiful friendship seems to have been ruined for little to no payoff. But at least the story line still all made some kind of sense. I think I’ll be more upset at this point over a lack of explanation for Isabella than anything else.

And the reason why, is that the show hasn’t broken my trust. Their social media PR team can kiss my ass. But the show stayed true to itself and therefore us. It made Oswald canonically gay but never made him into someone he’s not nor made him do things he’d never conceive of. And poor Edward, who falls so easily and simply can’t help himself at times, continued his decent into madness and villainy. Oswald and Edward remained Oswald and Edward, much to Ed’s consternation.

The show makes it clear that this isn’t “the real world” pretty much on an episodic basis. “This is Gotham” isn’t just a catchphrase, it’s a way of life for these characters. It’s how the show is able to make us care about serial killers and psychopaths that we would run from if we met in “the real world”. Their world is filled with color and flair and the characters continue to reflect that. For all of the show’s purported faults in the story line this season, failure to understand their characterizations isn’t one of them. They have not committed the ultimate sin. At least not yet, not in my eyes. I guess we will see what the finale and S4 holds for us.

#nygmobblepot #gotham #meta #nygmobblepot meta #fandom meta #rose-for-dead-alice #thank you for the comment #it truly sparked a lot of feelings #I don't think I've ever written a meta this long before #wow #not everyone will agree #that's okay #let's just be good to each other

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starsscribble · 7 years

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If You Come After My Brothers

Batsis threats villains that kidnapped Jason and Dick.

Relationship: Siblings

Fandom: DC Comic

Character: Batfamily

Warnings:

Your father Bruce along with your little brother Tim searched every CCTV camera in Gotham from the Cave. As you and Damian the youngest member of the family searched the city. What were you searching for? Your two eldest brothers had gotten kidnapped by some new villains. Damian search uptown on the east side as you search the downtown on the east side of Gotham. Bruce and Tim had only narrowed it down to the East Side giving that both the boys' trackers got turned off somehow. You landed on a warehouse and peeked inside the building. Nothing, again. You were about to move when you heard laughing from a warehouse beside the one you were on. Jumping over to the other warehouse you saw a man.

“Can’t believe we caught not one but two of Batman’s sidekicks.” The man said, you there heard another voice but caught see the other person.

“Men are so easy you catch. Just act like you need a little help and they fall right into your hands.” That was a female voice you heard. Moving to another window you saw the woman and both Dick and Jason unconscious. You pushed the record button on your mask and slipped into the warehouse through the window.

As you got inside you pushed the comm in your ear to talk with the Cave.

“Batman I have found Nightwing and Red Hood. Two villains one a man and the other a woman.”

“Stay where you are S/H/N. We are in route.” Batman said as you let the link died. You watched the two for a bit recording everything they did or said. At one point you saw Jason start to wake up.

“Oh goody.” The woman cheered a smile was clearly on her face. “You're up now the fun can start.” You saw her start over to Jason with a knife in her hand.

“The hell you do.” You whispered as you threw you smoke pellets down where Jason, Dick, and the two villains were.

“What the hell!” The woman yelled as you jumped down and went to untie Jason. You felt two arms wrap around you.

“Well looky here wh-” You quickly headbutted the man breaking his nose. As he moved back you rushed over to him. Grabbing his arm you flipped him over you and into a shipping container.

“You bitch! Messing up our fun!” The smoke started to thin out as you looked to see the woman with the knife rushing at you. You quickly leapt over her and kicked on in the middle of her back. As she fell to the ground and rushed over to her putting your boot on the hand which held the knife.

“I’ll kill you!” She yelled you put more pressure on her hand starting to hear the cracking of her bone.

“Come after my brothers again and I will break every bone in your body not just your hand.” As you finished you heard the snap of her bones and her cry out in pain. You knocked her out before heading towards Jason and Dick. Dick was now also starting to wake up.

“Very nice,” Jason said. You smiled as you untied Dick.

“Next time don’t get caught.” You said towards Jason, Batman, Red Robin, and Robin soon showed up. You were in trouble with Batman for not waiting for back-up. But you brothers were safe so you didn’t mind.

As you got the Cave and pulled off your mask, you felt arms pull you into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for saving us,” Dick said you smiled.

“Anytime. I’m always going to be there to save my dumb brothers.”

“Hey!” You heard Tim and Damian protest as Jason laughed.

#DC comics #dc imagine #dc comics imagine #batfamily imagine #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #dick grayson imagine #nightwing imagine

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audreycritter · 7 years

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If you don't mind, I have a flash fic request: Dick and anyone in the Batfam, but Dick is not the one doing the cheering up?

Hi, here is an entry in the continuing saga of Audrey has forgotten how to write flash fiction. Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason ToddGen/Family BondingStubborn (AO3 Link)

Dick Grayson was in the midst of such a deep sleep that he couldn’t drag himself out of it, no matter how many times the alarm on his phone went off near the bed. The problem is that he was also awake in jerking spikes of attention, like a ship tossed in an ocean storm. Heavy sleep and then the too-loud air conditioner drilling into his head. Then heavy sleep and after, his stupid phone.

He didn’t know if he wanted to wake up. He didn’t think he did.

Then there were strong, rough hands under his arms shoving him forward out of deep sleep into uncomfortable grogginess, and he shoved at the arms.

“Bruce, stop,” he complained, twisting away and into the covers. “Lemme sleep.”

“Sorry, Dickiebird,” Jason Todd’s voice sounded too sharp, too knifelike in his ears. “B’s not here.” The arms didn’t leave, but repositioned themselves under his shoulders. Dick was surprised but also not surprised? He didn’t have the energy to be surprised.

“Jay,” Dick growled, pushing hard enough at the younger man that Jason stumbled and squeezed Dick reflexively to keep from dropping him. Because Dick wasn’t in the bed, he was on his feet but just barely, his arm thrown around Jason’s neck and his feet dragging along the floor while Jason half-carried him, half-hauled him away from the bed.

And when Jason’s arm tightened around his ribs, Dick recoiled with a howl that died off into a whimper.

“Shit,” Jason muttered, moving his arm lower. “Dick, stop fighting me.”

His voice was tight and maybe worried?

Or maybe Dick was still asleep.

He was asleep. It was a heavy sleep and a troubled sleep and a–

Dick’s whole body jerked once against Jason’s grip when the water hit his skin. He was down to his boxers and being forced into a bath that wasn’t freezing but it was cold, too cold, maybe freezing after all and he fought like hell to get up but Jason’s arm was like iron rebar and with an indignant sob Dick gave up.

“Why,” he asked, the smell of wet cigarette filling his nostrils. Jason was tugging off his leather jacket and throwing it out the bathroom now that Dick wasn’t fighting as hard, one hand on Dick’s chest in case he started again. The hard plastic of the tub was frigid against Dick’s back.

“Because Alfred asked me to check on you,” Jason said, adjusting the temperature of the still flowing water. “And it’s a good thing he did. Your bitch-ass is half dead already.”

“Let me go back to bed,” Dick mumbled and in an effort to get away from the chill on his back, his head slipped under.

Jason swore above the tub and a half-second later, Dick’s face was lifted out of the water and he sputtered and coughed. When he blinked up at Jason, it was with a suddenly clear mind. The clarity began to fade again, fast, but not before he was aware that he was shivering violently and that there was obvious worry in Jason’s pale eyes.

“Shiitake mushrooms, hold still. I have to get your fever down.”

Dick was coherent enough to comply with this, though coherency brought awareness of how miserable he felt, how much the side of his chest throbbed, how cold and hot he was all at the same time. The water sounded loud, too loud, and Jason shut it off right as the noise was becoming unbearable.

“I should take you to the hospital,” Jason said, standing and hunting for towels. “But going to the Bludhaven ER is like asking them to just sign the death certificate. It’ll take us an hour to get to Gotham Memorial.”

Dick’s teeth chattered and it took a few attempts to get out his words.

“Antibiotics in,” he stuttered, sitting up out of the water and then slumping back. The air was cold. The water was cold. His chest hurt. There was nowhere to go. “Kitchen.”

“You’re a fricking idiot, you know,” Jason muttered, throwing the towels on the vanity counter. He pulled the drain plug and plunged his arms into the water up to the elbow to hook them under Dick and drag him to the side of the tub, where Dick sat shivering even after Jason wrapped a towel around his shoulders. “God, you’re like a drowned kitten. Have you always been this light?”

Dick remembered standing on a rooftop, looking down at Jason who seemed especially tiny in the Robin costume. Just so, so short and thin, even standing next to Batman, even after months of Alfred’s cooking.

“You’re smaller than I remember,” Dick had said, teasing. “Did you shrink?”

“Couple years of starving most days’ll do that to you, Dickface,” Jason had answered glibly, earning a warning scowl from Bruce. Dick didn’t know if Jason could read the worry and sorrow behind the mask, the very slight change around Bruce’s eyes that Dick just knew would be there.

“Names,” was all Bruce said. Dick knew he didn’t mean the insult– it was the fact that it wasn’t their batnames.

“Sorry, Dickwing,” Jason had amended.

“Dick,” Jason said again. “Dick. C’mon.”

Dick blinked and found himself sitting on the floor of the bathroom still wrapped in a towel. Jason was crouching next to him, shaking his shoulders.

“If you do that again, we’re going to the hospital,” he said with a frown, studying Dick’s face.

Dick’s eyes filled with tears. He just wanted to sleep forever. When did Jason get so tall?

“You got big,” he said stupidly, pulling the towel more tightly around himself. “You’re not a kid. Who let you grow up without us?”

“That’s the fever talking,” Jason said gruffly. “Now quit passing out on me. I got you some dry boxers but if I have to help you I’m never gonna let you forget it.”

Dick summoned enough energy to scrub tears away from his eyes and grumble at the younger man. Jason left him on the bathroom floor with the damp towels and the boxers and Dick could hear him rummaging in the kitchen the whole time he was peeling the wet pair off of himself and pulling the dry ones on. It took too much effort, too much focus, and when the band was around his hips he just laid flat on the cold tile and towels and waited with his eyes closed.

“Shit,” Jason said from above him a few moments later.

“Not passed out,” Dick replied without moving.

Jason didn’t answer but it sounded like he sighed.

“Al picked a helluva time to be out of town,” Jason complained, leaning over Dick. “Or you picked a helluva time to have a crisis.”

“What are you doing,” Dick asked, opening his eyes as he shivered.

“Admiring your chiseled abs,” Jason said seriously, his lock of white hair falling into his eyes, his hands propped on his knees as he studied Dick’s chest. “Or looking for weak points. Whatever makes you stay alert.” He pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Fuck, I need a haircut. What did you do to yourself, anyway?”

Dick reached out and Jason clasped his forearm and helped him sit up.

“Does it matter?” Dick asked bitterly, shuddering again. His whole left side was tight and throbbing and when it gave it his attention, he realized how much of his attention it had already been taking.

“Maybe, if there’s a chance of poison. At least your stitches held,” Jason said, pressing his fingers near the sutured wounds. Dick hissed and sucked in air, trying to move away. “Bed first, though. Can you walk?”

“Yes,” Dick said, gritting his teeth as he pushed himself off the floor. He balanced, one hand on the vanity for support, before his knees buckled and Jason caught him.

“Nope,” Jason said, ducking and spinning so Dick was draped on his back. “You’re like a Barbie princess. You don’t know when to quit.”

Despite himself, Dick laughed. Even with his head on Jason’s shoulder as the younger man carried him through the apartment to the bed, he felt dizzy.

“What the hell,” he mumbled, when Jason dumped him none-too-gently onto the bed.

“Have you seen those Barbie movies?” Jason asked. “They’re frickin’ hardcore. I thought if anyone else had watched ‘em, it’d be you.”

Dick let himself sink down into the blankets, his face pressed into the soft and dry pillow.

“No. Did you change the sheets?” he asked incredulously, grunting in protest when Jason flipped the blankets back just as Dick had cocooned himself in them. “Jay, I’m freezing.”

“Do you think Alfred would ever forgive me if I didn’t change the sheets?” Jason asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with a syringe and batting Dick’s hands away from the blanket. “I still can’t believe you haven’t seen the Barbie movies. After all the times I had to listen to you sing Pocahontas songs.”

“Twice,” Dick said, wincing as Jason jabbed a needle in his vein for the IV line. “Two times.”

“Three. That one time from the roof.”

“Oh, yeah,” Dick said faintly. “I’d forgotten about that.”

The bed creaked as Jason stood back up and Dick fumbled around reaching for the blankets, but they missed his grasp when Jason pulled them up instead and tucked them around Dick, the motion quick and gentle despite Jason’s continually coarse and off-handed tone.

“I was thrown,” Dick mumbled, already mostly asleep. “Against some broken pipes.”

“I’ll be back,” Jason said, his voice sounding far away and muffled. “Don’t die while I’m gone.”

“Wait,” Dick said, the word barely a noise in the dryness of his throat. “Wait, Jay, don’t l–”

The door slammed shut.

“–eave.”

Dick Grayson dreamt of falling. Sometimes, he was falling into flame and other times he was falling into ice, but it was always falling.

Every time, right before he hit the ground, he’d wake up with a start and a groan and glance around the empty bedroom and toss in the sweaty sheets and then fall back asleep again.

He didn’t know how long it had been when he woke again and heard someone moving around in the apartment. With a grimace, he untangled the IV line and sat up, dropped his bare feet to the cold floor and staggered to the doorway. He slumped against the frame, his vision spinning, and pressed a hand against his tender side.

Jason was in the kitchen pulling an eight-pack of Gatorade and cans of soup from a paper sack. While Dick watched, Jason put a plastic bag of grapes in the fridge and then pulled one of the sports drinks away from the others.

“The fuck are you doing?” he demanded when he saw Dick standing there. “Get back in bed.”

“You left,” Dick accused, feeling angry and not sure why.

“To get groceries,” Jason shot back. “Like I told you I was going to. Gracious, Dick, I was gone for less than an hour.”

“Hm,” Dick muttered, turning back to the bed. “Seemed longer.”

He sprawled on his stomach across the blankets, feeling too hot and gross to get under them. The IV line trailed out from his arm and up to the hanging bag.

“You’re a big baby,” Jason said, coming into the room with the Gatorade and a straw. “Drink this.”

When Dick made no move to sit up, Jason growled and knelt next to the bed and shoved the straw between Dick’s lips.

“Drink,” he ordered again and Dick did. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until half the bottle was already gone. He rolled over onto his side when Jason pulled the cup back.

“Don’t leave again,” Dick said quietly, swallowing. He couldn’t stop trembling, he was so cold, and he was immediately embarrassed that he’d even said anything, like the request had snuck out of him without permission.

“You didn’t get into fear toxin, did you?” Jason asked, putting the Gatorade on the side table and checking the antibiotics drip.

“No,” Dick said, putting his sore but free arm over his face. He braced himself for the harsh teasing Jason was almost certain to unleash. “I’m just…it’s been a hard week. It’s fine. You can go.”

“‘I should have called for backup’ hard or ‘I just don’t know when to cut myself some slack’ hard?” Jason asked, pushing the drink and Dick’s phone back so he could perch on the edge of the bedside table. When Dick looked up, Jason’s expression was serious and grim, not an ounce of mirth in the small lines around his eyes or mouth.

Dick was silent for a long time, holding Jason’s gaze, and then he closed his eyes and pushed his head into the pillow.

“Don’t do that,” Dick ordered hoarsely. “Don’t play the caring big brother.”

Jason’s wrist pressed against his forehead, and then the backs of Jason’s rough, calloused knuckles were on Dick’s neck. Each contact was short and precise.

“Your fever came down some,” Jason said. “And your pulse isn’t as rapid.”

“Jay.”

“You really fucking scared me, Dick,” Jason snapped. When Dick forced his heavy eyelids open to glance up, Jason was sitting on the bedside table again with both hands over his face. “I couldn’t get you to wake up. I almost called Bruce and he’s not even in the country.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick swallowed, his face hot. He was doing this all wrong. This was not how he wanted to reconnect with Jason and it was stupid to have let an infection spread so fast.

“Don’t be sorry,” Jason said fiercely, standing and letting his hands clench into tight fists at his side. “God, you are so much like him sometimes it’s infuriating. You aren’t superhuman. You should have called someone.”

And Dick knew he was right but Dick also remembered going to bed feeling a little sick but not that bad, hardly the worst he’d ever felt, and it wasn’t like he’d planned to get worse so fast but it was also such a shit thing to do, to be so irresponsible and bring it crashing down on someone else’s shoulders and his ribs still felt swollen with acid and now his head was starting to hurt and the next thing he knew there was a lump in his throat and he was blinking back tears.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, because he needed to say something, he had to, and there wasn’t anything else he could think of to say. “I’m sorry.”

Jason growled once, an incoherent noise of frustration, and he left the bedroom.

Dick waited, caught in a sob, for the door to slam shut again, but the sound never came.

It felt like an eternity of silence but it must have only been miserable, aching minutes before Jason came back into the room with the bag of cold grapes. He hesitated on the threshold and then untied and jerked his boots off his feet with one hand, one after the other, as if the very action annoyed him.

Then he sat on the other side of the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out on the mattress. Dick winced and shifted as the mattress sagged and dipped under the weight and he stayed on his side, his back to Jason. There was a heavy, exaggerated sigh, and then Jason held a grape out over Dick’s shoulder and tapped his cheek with it.

“Eat.”

Dick took the grape and eased himself over, careful not to jostle his sore chest.

“What are you doing,” he sniffled, chewing the grape.

“Don’t choke,” Jason said sternly. “Or you’ll feel like you have to apologize for that, too, and I might shoot you in the kneecap if you do.”

For a long time, they were quiet– Jason would hand Dick a grape and Dick would chew and swallow and hold out his hand for another one. He didn’t know if he was hungry or not, but his stomach seemed okay with grapes either way, until it suddenly wasn’t and he pushed against the last grape Jason offered.

Jason popped it in his own mouth instead and leaned over to set the bag down on the floor. When he sat back up, he put a hand on Dick’s head, his fingers buried in hair, and just left it there. He didn’t tousle Dick’s hair or do anything except leave his palm and fingers as a weight against Dick’s scalp.

“I thought coming to Bludhaven would be a fresh start,” Dick said. “But it’s just more of the same. Same drugs, same murders, same rapes, same hate crimes. Just different street names.”

“Gotham doesn’t have a monopoly on evil, Dickie,” Jason answered. “It’s ugly everywhere.”

“I know,” Dick protested, feeling childish. “I know that. I just…I wanted…I don’t know what I wanted. I wanted to find myself. But it’s hard when all I can see is how things are broken. And then it starts to feel like it’s me, like, maybe I’m the problem. Maybe I’m the one that’s broken and that’s why I can’t see anything else.”

“I think everyone is broken,” Jason said casually. “You aren’t special.”

Dick laughed, a choked sound far too close to crying again for his own comfort.

“I’ll stay til you’re feeling better,” Jason said. “But I’m gonna rat you out to Alfred when he gets back.”

Dick let out a tense breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, some of the stress falling off his shoulders. He sagged against the bed, limp, and his head was thick with exhaustion again.

“Go to sleep, Dickface,” Jason said, patting Dick’s head. “Stop fighting it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

When Dick woke again, it was early morning and Jason was in the kitchen with the smell of coffee and cigarettes drifting across the apartment. He felt a bit steadier on his feet but still weak and aching when he leaned against the doorframe. There was a crumpled blanket at one end of the couch.

“You better not be smoking,” Dick said, rubbing his chin.

Jason turned, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and said, “I’m not.”

“Good,” Dick said, as Jason ground the cigarette out on what Dick hoped was an ashtray and not the counter or one of his plates. “I don’t want to lose my security deposit.”

Jason snorted.

“And it’s bad for me?” he prompted.

“Your words, not mine,” Dick said, limping across the room to the couch.

“Another round of antibiotics,” Jason said, pointing a spoon at him from the other room. “And I’ve slaved over this oatmeal and burnt one batch already because your stove is a fricking temperamental piece of shit.”

“Then what?” Dick asked, yawning and gingerly feeling his side. It wasn’t nearly as painful as the day before.

“We start your Barbie movie education,” Jason said.

“You don’t have to give me teasing material just because I’m sick,” Dick said with a tired grin. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but he was pretty sure it had been long enough that he shouldn’t still feel tired.

“You can’t tease me about Barbie,” Jason retorted, coming into the room with two mugs of coffee. He was walking quickly, but with eyes on the mugs and his hands held up a little to keep the cups level. “I’m not embarrassed about appreciating true art. You still put a metric ton of sugar in your coffee, right?”

Dick couldn’t remember the last time they’d had coffee together.

It was probably at the manor, before Jason had died.

He nodded mutely and accepted the warm mug.

“Thanks for staying,” he said, glancing over at Jason sitting next to him a moment later, the younger man’s hair sticking up in every direction. He chuckled.

“What?” Jason said defensively. “And of course I stayed. I can think of a dozen people who’d take my head off if I left you alone like that.”

“You mean because you love me, little brother,” Dick said, his heart full and warm.

“Psh,” Jason sputtered into his coffee. “Tolerate, maybe.”

“Close enough,” Dick accepted. He really was feeling better even if he knew he still had recovery time ahead of him. He sipped the sweet, black coffee and then let the mug rest hot and comforting against his palms.

“Dick?” Jason said, sounding pensive and quiet.

“Hm?”

“Don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try not to,” Dick said, deciding in a moment he had an opportunity to keep Jason reeled in. “But come check on me sometimes. I’m too stubborn to ask for it.”

He told himself it was for Jason, anyway.

“Maybe if I’m in town,” Jason shrugged. “I’m not going out of my way for you.”

Dick was comforted, after all, to admit that they were both lying.

Broken?

Maybe.

But reassuring all the same.

#batman #batfam #ficblogging #rhato #nightwing #red hood #jason todd #dick grayson #comfort

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superradgaydad · 6 years

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80 questions

what’s your favorite memory? - probably the one of when my friend slept over, and we just curled up and watched jeff dunham on netflix

what song(s) describe your mood right now? - siberia by lights, or all for you by sister hazel

tea or coffee? - TEA

sunsets or sunrises? - neither bc it’s a bitch to drive during both lmao

vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry? - chocolate

rain or sun? - rain all the way

is your first language english? if not, what is it? - i’m too lazy to learn another language other than english, but I know some phrases in sign language

do you like your ice crushed or in big blocks? - big blocks bc then i can cronch it

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - my chest, bc i hate how big it is, or my muffin top

who are you closest to, your father or mother? - probably my father

what time period would you like to live in other than your own - definitely medieval bc knights >:3c !!

is it hot or cold right now? - fUCKIN BELOW ZERO OVER HERE HOLY SHIT MY ASS CHEEKS ARE FROZEN TO MY PANTS

what is your accent? - i’ve been told i have a boston accent but i can’t really tell

has anyone ever save you from a situation? if so, what happened? - i don’t remember a lot of stuff that happened in the past so i’m not really sure??

who did you last hug? - my best friend :)))

who are your top 5 fictional characters? - hearthstone (magnus chase), kenny mccormick (south park), lance (voltron), chat noir (miraculous ladybug), and no-face (spirited away)

how have you changed in the past year or two? - my hair has gotten shorter and it’s been dyed different colors, and i’ve been more self conscious with everything about myself

biggest regret(s)? - falling in love

biggest fear(s)? - heights, spiders, the ocean, being rejected, the dark, being forgotten

is your room messy or clean? - messy af my dude

have you ever had a near-death experience? - umm i choked on a cracker once, does that count?

favorite scent? - my grandma’s laundry detergent lmao

would you survive a zombie apocalypse? - probably for a bit, but then i’d die in the dumbest way, like falling down stairs or getting stabbed by my own knife idk

what lyric(s) do you love? - “look into your heart and you’ll find the sky is yours”

what do you like about yourself? - my arms, my freckles, my eyes

what would you change about yourself? - my clingyness

do you like your handwriting? - yeah, as long as i can read it, i’m fine

how do you like to style your hair? - the poofier, the better

what time is it? - sUMMERTIME (god i wish)

what time did you wake up today? - 6:10, bc of school -_-

what are your bad habits? - biting my nails, not replying to texts, forgetting important things

what was your first fandom? - the pjo fandom :)

burger or pizza? - pizza, but i peel the cheese off

do you have any unusual talents? - no, i’m super boring lmao rip

when did you last feel infinite? - tbh i haven’t felt that way in a long time, so probably when i heard that my papa was doing better :’)

when did you last cry? - a week ago, i think. it was over how i can’t understand my advanced english class

who was the last person to see you cry? - my parents, bc they were the ones yelling at me

best movie? - i have literally too many favorites, but probably the star wars series or me and earl and the dying girl

best tv series? - gotham or sherlock

have you ever wrote fanfiction? - yes, but i don’t like to bring it up anymore haha

are you happy? - truthfully, no, but i’m trying :)

do you really relate to your zodiac? - sometimes

what year were you born in? - 2001

do you often find yourself jealous? - yES. mainly if one of my friends ends up in a happy and healthy relationship, while i’m over here dying

are you a fan of 80’s music? - yes!

what has been your most vivid nightmare? - i try not to remember nightmares

what has been your most vivid dream? - where green day broke into my house, and played with my cat while making pancakes and putting on my sister’s makeup

have you ever had your first kiss? - no, but i guess i’m waiting for that one person who i want to spend the rest of my life with

what has been your most intimate moment? - haha when i woke up next to my best friend, and we were like all intertwined and shit

do you usually start conversations? - no

are you superstitious? - i don’t know??

what do you believe in most, ghosts or aliens? - both. i believe that there is life after death, and that there are beings out in space. i’m pretty 50-50 on it

what song(s) do you hate? - any stupid/overplayed pop song on the radio

turn ons? - disney movies and panera mac and cheese

turn offs? - “those” girls (like complain too much, or obsess over how “fat they are”), people who insult others

are you comfortable with talking about your flaws? - not really bc then people know how to defeat me aha

what are your otps? - stormpilot (finn and poe), blitzstone (blitzen and hearthstone), and iko and kinney (i don’t know their ship name tho)

do you have any bizarre experiences? - umm stuff usually goes missing, and i hear sounds in my house when no one else is home, but that’s basically it

do you have a night/morning routine? - in the morning i shower before school, and at night i just get in my pajamas and go to bed

do you have a bittersweet memory? - when we were visiting my papa. sweet that we got to see him, but bitter bc he was getting worse

are there any friends that you miss? - my friends from montserrat college prep

do you have an enemy? - vIOLENCE IS AN ENEMY

are you a night owl or an early bird? - night owl

what is your dream job? - to be a writer, or an animator, or a comic book illustrator

if you had to pick a fictional universe to live in forever, which one would you pick and why? - either star wars bc then i could be a pilot and hang out with finn and poe all the time, or harry potter bc then i’d be a wizard!!

do you know any form of self-defense? - i took karate when i was younger, but i don’t remember anything from it

favorite planet? - pluto, bc it’s small and nobody remembers it’s there, and i can relate to that. also my favorite god is hades/pluto

do you consider yourself to be more masculine, feminine, or a mixture? - uhhh i’m genderfluid, so my feeling fluctuates all the time, but most of the time i feel pretty masculine

do you rely on others, or do others rely on you? - i rely on others more

what do you think happens when someone dies? - i think they kind of hang around for a bit, traveling through loved memories, and it’s all colors, but then i think they eventually pass on when they see that they don’t have anything else to do

are you a leader? - good god nO! me, as a leader? you’d all be dead immediately lmao

what question do you hate answering? - “why’d you cut your hair? boys like long hair” or “are you a boy or a girl? i can’t tell”

do you believe in guardian angels? - not really, except for mysterion in south park lmao

can you rap? - a bit, mostly twenty one pilots or hamilton’s guns and ships

how do you stay warm? - sweaters and layers upon LAYERS of blankets. heated blankets work the best :) also bonus points if you have a warm cat!

do you want to be in a relationship? - i don’t really know anymore

how was your day? - okay, what about yours?

are there any fictional universes you would not want to be in? - the hunger games, divergent, or the lunar chronicles series bc i’d get killed in literally all three

what fictional character do you relate to the most? - right now it’s eliza from eliza and her monsters, bc i bottle myself up in my room and draw my life away

who hurt you last? - relationship-wise: my ex. heart-wise: my papa

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