all those anti-batjokes “you shouldn’t ship it and here’s why” posts don’t work on me bc half the reasons i ship it are due to their status as enemies and being hero/villain. “but death in the family! the killing joke!” people cry — i call that seasoning, adds a little spice to the dish.

Forever Gone

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason Todd angst. Warnings: Sad, Kinda Toxic,Mentions of the Joker

A/N: Tbh this is one of those Angst story’s that will have you up at night thinking. This was kinda hard for me to write since i always found what happened to Jason Very Horrifying. Anyways enjoy 👩🏾‍🦯 Also this is kinda based off that one adele song “All I ask” but more towards the end 👩🏾‍🦯

‘=Thinking “”= Talking

It had been days, months even. Me and batman had been looking for Jason. It had been hard time ever since the Joker took him away. Batman was in his bat cave more than usual, I haven’t ate or slept.

I have been going through it. Jason was the love of my life. I did everything with him, he was the other half of me. I felt empty sleeping in the apartment by myself. His side of the bed was empty, though the smell of him was still on his pillow. Whenever i’m there alone it makes me realize that he’s really gone.

I turned over to were jason use to sleep. My eyes started watering thinking about how I may never get his side of the bed filled again. I can not stand living in this apartment another day without thinking about the memories me and him shared.

I get up to pack my belongings in a bag to leave. ‘I need to move on and forget about him’ I think. My phone buzzes next to me. I look at it and it’s batman “I think you need to see this come to the Manor”. ‘I’m curious.. What did he find..’ ‘did he find Jason’. All these thoughts running through my head all at once it was over whelming

-flashback-

“It has happened again. We’re fighting over stupid shit” Says Jason “How is this stupid you could’ve died out there” I say.“That happens every day and your never worried about me, Why do you care all of a sudden ” He says in a annoyed tone “Because I love you Jason, And when a person you love goes out into the world and almost dies you get worried” I say almost in tears. “one day I don’t want you to go out there and never come back to me”. He looks at me with pity “Jason all I ask is that you be careful ” I say sobbing.

“Oh baby I- I never knew you you felt like this”. “Come here”, He motions me to hug him. “Is this how we’re going to remember us?” I say in a sad tone. “I hope not, but that doesn’t matter right now. He says in a uplifting tone. “I’m going to sit here and hold you till you stop crying”. “We’re going to do what lovers do when there sad” He says.

This is his way of saying sorry.I knew he had a had a little bit of trouble expressing his emotions. But I forgave him. He just has to promise me that we don’t remember us like this, like a mess…

-End of flashback-

I think about the fight me and Jason had just before The Joker got him. I was right, This is how I remember me and Jason. Always fighting over the littlest things. It only started being like that when we were getting older. We were growing apart.

We had both joined up with Batman at the same age so we grew up together. We had so much in common back then. But now it seemed like we barely knew each other. I use to be able to tell him anything he was my best friend until we started dating….

That’s when our relationship took a turn. ‘I can’t think about him’ I say pulling up to the Manor. I pull into the driveway and get out of the car. I walk up the doorsteps and knock on the door. Alfred opens the door but he looks devastated like he just heard bad news. “

Hello Alfred” I say in a tired tone He bows and leads me to the BatCave.

I see Bruce not Batman. ‘I wonder why he doesn’t have his suit on’. I walk over to Bruce he greets me. “ There was something you wanted me to tell me that you couldn’t say over the phone?” “Yes Umm I don’t, I don’t know how to tell you this”

He says in a devastated tone like he found out somebody just died. “No don’t tell me He-“ I bring my hand to my mouth and start crying. “no..” I say barely a whisper . “is he… is he really dead ”. Bruce Couldn’t find the courage or heart to tell Me Jason is dead “bruce tell me is he dead is.. is he really dead…”.

i look down at the floor not able to control myself. i don’t look up till i feel bruce staring at me

He looks at me, And stares into my eyes. For the entire time i’ve been here this is the first time he’s looked me in my eyes. That just confirms it for me. “He’s dead…” I say falling to my knees. to tired to even reply.

All that counts

Warning: It seems that I can’t write anything un-angsty anymore so again, Angst warning, graphic description of violence, traumatic event, near death Word count: 1,3k (bit short I know)  Summary: It was supposed to be a simple go-in-get-out mission, but it quickly got out of hand, Damian finding himself unable to do anything. Now usure of if you were even alive, his heart is ripping apart. Will you come back to him?

Requested by one of the amazingly great inspiring Anons: May I request a oneshot with Damain, where the reader who was a vigilante and has to permerantly retire because of Joker/ or Bane who leaves the reader disabled (deaf, or paralysis in legs, I'm both) , and now she now needs adjust to this new life and the fact that she can no longer pick up the mask again? Also I really love your writing!!

Every part of Damian screamed at him to do something. To move. To help you. But he couldn't- his hands were literally tied and so was the rest of his body. He could do nothing but watch and try to escape his bonds while you were being thrown around like a rag-doll. It was supposed to be an easy mission, it was supposed to be a simple going-in-and-going-out thing. Bruce had promised him that. But -whether Bruce had lied or he hadn't known- when they arrived at the scene, Bane and his gang had been waiting for them. At first, the luck was on your side, being able to get rid of most of his henchmen before being noticed, but then he had managed to catch you and -being distracted by your cry- tie Damian up. He wanted to tell you that you had to stay strong and keep on fighting back, but the gag in his mouth was silencing him effectively. Finally, after trying everything to somehow free himself, he actually managed to loosen the rope around his arms.  He could do it, he could free himself, save you, and get both of you out of there.  His hopes were shattered when Bane picked you up from the floor you were half-consciously lying on and held you over him, only to crash you down onto his knee. The only sound that was filling Damian's ears was the disgusting crunch of your spine and the heartbreaking scream that left your mouth shortly after.  Damian was like in trance. His eyes were fixed onto the dark corner where the villain had harshly thrown you, somewhere you weren't seeable if someone didn't know you laid there, your position too unnatural and blood seeping from under your head and out of your ears. He hadn't noticed that a team of heroes had bombed themselves a way inside and that they had long defeated Bane. He didn't even notice when Batman came over to him and opened his ties.  Damian wanted to jump up and run over to you, but alone the possibility that you might not be breathing anymore was stronger than every rope could be.  "Robin?" his father's distorted voice asked him and he finally felt the hand that was laying on his shoulder. He looked up at Bruce and the man could see the same look in his son's eyes that he had in his own all these years ago in that alley.  "Where is Y/H/N?" he asked, almost sure that he knew the answer already. Damian's eyes wandered back to where he could still see you laying there the same way you did before and Bruce's followed. When he saw the state you were in, he immediately put himself in front of his son and pulled him to stand up and turn around, not wanting him to have to remember you like this.  "Nightwing, Orphan, recover Y/H/N," he told his eldest and his daughter, nodding his head into the direction of where you were laying, before leading Robin out. Dick and Cass would take care of you if there was still hope, but he also had to think about Damian right now. Had to think about what would happen next...

The next week was ripping Damian apart from the inside, the uncertainty, the not-knowing, was slowly killing him. Cassandra and Dick had told him that you were still breathing when they took you out of there, but Bruce had quickly made sure that he understood that he shouldn't have hope, that he should be prepared for the worst. He knew that even the themysciran healers that he had Diana bring you too couldn't bring someone back to life. Not to mention the lack of contact they could have with Diana who had offered to stay with you on Themyscira and overlook everything. It was devastating for Bruce and the others, but for Damian? For Damian, it was killing. It was another week until a message from their Amazonian friend arrived, another week of agony and pain. But when Damian heard that you were alive, that you would survive it was like all his prayers had been answered, like wishing upon a star was more than just a childish fairy tale. The next few days he spent at home, having Bruce's allowance to skip school for a while, and prepared everything for you to come back. He went all in, barely eating or sleeping, too excited with the prospect of having you back, until Alfred knocked on the door of your room in the manor (Bruce thought it would be best for you to have people around who'd be able to take care of you until you were healed) to inform him that Diana and you had arrived. Damian had never run so fast, even going as far as to jump down the stairs instead of walking them down normally, not caring for the fact that it was somewhat dangerous. It took only seconds until he came bursting into the cave, attracting the attention of Diana and Bruce who stood on both sides of a wheelchair. He recognized your Y/H/C hair and your approximate height and couldn't help himself but almost shout out your name. Nothing. No Reaction at all. Diana gave him a sad smile and Damian couldn't help the thoughts that were running through his head. You hated him! You must have realized that it was his fault what happened, you'd never forgive him! Could he live without you? But before he could get deeper into any of these thoughts, Bruce tapped onto your shoulder and helped you turn around the wheelchair. When your eyes arrived on Damian they immediately lit up and tears started filling them, sweeping away all of his negatives thought. "Dami," your voice weakly called out to him and his feet moved on his own as they transported him to your chair and brought him to his knees in front of you. He laid his forehead onto yours and relished in feeling you so close again, your hand finding it's way to his cheek, carefully cupping it. "Damian," Diana called out for him from beside and he looked up, not seeing the confusion that filled your eyes for a moment until you followed his movements, "there's something you should know." He looked at you for a second, searching for answers in your eyes, but only finding you diverting them, before looking back at Diana. "Bane's attack has heavily damaged Y/N's spine and even though they tried their best our healers don't think that she'll be able to walk again and-" Damian looked at you again and immediately interrupted her. "We can handle that. Barbara will surely help her and teach her how to get used to it, she can stay here in the cave and take over Oracle now that Barbara is Batgirl again. This is nothing we can't handle." His voice was filled with care and love, but it seemed to have no effect as you still had your eyes averted at your lap where you were playing with your hands. "There- There's something else," Bruce said and laid his hand onto his son's shoulder, "She suffered some brain damage during the fight. It's nothing too severe and most of it will heal on its own, but she lost her hearing." It was then that Damian connected the signs, how you hadn't reacted to him calling you, why you'd been so silent this whole time,  why you hadn't reacted to anything that had been said. You looked up when Damian took your hands in his and smiled at you. He was aware that other than he and his siblings you didn't know much ASL yet and that he'd make sure that he'd teach you as quick as he could, not being able to stand the thought of being unable to tell you how much he loved you other than through writing. He also knew that Cassandra and Barbara would be there for you, both of them able to relate to your situation on levels that he never could. Yet at that moment all he could actively think about was that you were here with him, that you were alive and that he had you back. And for him, that was all that counts.

Criminal Lies

Anon: Could you write an angsty Dick Grayson one, where he finds out the group of villains he's been fighting is his s/o and her friends and he doesn't know what to do? Words: 1,800+

          "You know," Nightwing drawls out in the darkness, "we've got nothing but time. So how about you tell me exactly why your own crew would lock you up in here."

          You bite your bottom lip underneath your mask while your eyes widen and gaze down through the cutout holes. You're both sitting at the opposite ends of the small cell with half a foot between you. You try to make yourself smaller by clutching your knees close to your chest, trying to avoid any kind of physical contact with Bludhaven's hero, your enemy, your lover.

          Dick narrows his eyes at your every movement. He doesn't miss the way your fingers grasp harshly at your legs. "I can tell you're scared," he says softly and his eyes drop down, making you feel less invaded. "I don't know if that means you're afraid of me or if you're afraid of your friends. But I can't know for sure," he tries to get closer by slowly lifting open palm toward you, "if you don't talk to me."

          You're biting a little harder and you can feel your eyes watering. You bring your forehead down to rest on your knees, hiding yourself away from his gaze, his sympathy. "What good will that do?" you whisper and you hear your shaky voice echo in the small chamber. "Everything is ruined," you choke out. A sob lodging itself along your throat, making it so much harder to breathe.

          "Hey..." you can hear him scoot closer to you, dragging himself until the gap is gone and his feet are at the sides your hips. There's a pause as Dick tries to mull over what to say, "I'm not sure how to comfort a criminal, especially since I’m probably the reason why you're upset in the first place," he lets out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, because of course, what else could he have picked up from years of crime-fighting but the fact that criminals also have a morbid sense of humor.

          And honestly, that makes you more frustrated, the way he's still trying to make things better. You suddenly lift your head and confront him, "You didn't ruin it, Dick. I did."

          You watch as Dick's eyes widen under his domino mask. His mouth remains open as an inaudible gasp escapes him. Before he could deny his identity, you bite harder on your lips and then lift off your mask.

          "I lied to you," you whisper.

          You watch the recognition dawn on his face and notice how every facial muscle suddenly goes taut and how the muscles on his chest tense, making his clavicles pop out from underneath his suit. You shake your head as the tears escape you.

          "Y/N," he says with a voice constrained.

          It's suddenly harder to see him in the darkness and through the tears but it makes it easier for you to say your next words, "I'm so sorry, Dick. I'm so sorry. I wish I could say I had no choice but this has always been my choice." You harshly wipe away the tears and you can see him glaring now, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together into a fine line. It makes you choke.

          "You're a criminal," he states in the darkness but it hits you like a punch in the gut.

          You're sobbing now, "Yes, I'm a criminal." You turn away again, "I've been with them since I was just a kid, Dick. They're my family."

          He flinches at that. He tries to wrap his head around how you can call them your family, how you can associate yourself with their crimes, how his sweet and caring Y/N can possibly be apart of a group that has caused so much devastation in the city in the last few months.

          "If they're your family," he grits out through his teeth, "then why did they lock you up with me?" You keep away from him, afraid of seeing the hate you can already feel from the voice thundering from his chest. "Is this still part of your plan? Emotionally manipulate me into helping you get away with this--" he catches his breath and his next words come out in a lower tone, "Has these past few months been a part of some elaborate scheme?"

          You quickly raise your head and stare into his eyes because if there's one thing you'd want him to understand despite all of this is that your feelings are your own. "No." Even in the soft darkness, you can see the glossy water pooling around his eyes. "No, Dick. You were never part of the job. You're a happy accident." You take a breath because he has to know why you're in here, why all of this happened. "I didn't know who you really were. I really thought you were just some college graduate taking a gap year doing stupid part-time jobs," you try to laugh but it hurts, "so you won't have to rely on your trust fund. I didn't know you're Nightwing until..." you bite your lip and almost plead to never have to relive what happened.

          His eyes are still narrowed and his arms tense even when they're resting on his bent knees. "Until what?"

          His harsh tone makes you flinch and you take in a sharp breath, "Until they tried to kill you."

          You can still vividly see it. The way you and your crew towered over the unconscious Nightwing, a cut on the back of his head spilling blood on the warehouse floor. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. Derek, your captain and best friend, takes off his domino mask and you immediately catch your breath at the sight of Richard Grayson, your lover and one of Bruce Wayne's sons.

          You remember Stacy taking out her phone and tapping through to open her camera before you threw it across the room. Everyone's eyes turned to you and you can feel the heat around your cheeks.

          "What is it?" asks Derek and you can't face him. You can't face any of them because you're struggling with the next decision you need to make. Nightwing or your crew?

          Stacy glares at you and she's the first to put two and two together. She knows you're trying to choose but for her, there was never a choice to begin with. She unsheathes her knife and quickly bends down to Nightwing's head, but you're quicker and you thank any God listening that you reach her hand in time. You press your thumb under her pinky while the rest of your hand twists her palm until the knife falls to the floor. You pull her hand down and kick her in the face before you grab the knife.

          Through sheer instinct, you quickly turn around to face your next assailant. With the knife directed at his throat, Derek stares down at you without flinching as if he knows you won't do it, you can't do it. But you don't take the knife away.

          You narrow your eyes at him, "Nobody kills him."

          And so, despite, the harsh shouts from Stacy as she nurses a bloody nose, the rest of the crew decides to lock you both up in the small cell underneath the warehouse.

            You lay his head on your lap and use the medicine kit Derek left you to tend to his wound. You’re finishing the wrap around his head. There’s a pile of bloody gauzes by your side. You were brushing his hair back and talking to him in soothing voices, begging that everything will be okay.

             You put his mask back on when you were done. Then you laid him on the other side of the cell and waited until he woke up.

          It's quiet in the cell now. You've finally stopped sobbing and Dick has been pressing his lips together to keep himself from saying anything because at this point what's there to say? Thank you for saving my life even though it was in danger because of you and your messed up makeshift family anyway?

             But who was he to judge? His family was no better.

          Just to break the irritable silence, Dick opened his mouth to say something but suddenly, light flooded the room and you were too busy covering your eyes from getting hurt. A small figure towers over you from the top of the cell. He clicks his tongue at the sight of the two of you and calls down, "Were you even planning on letting yourself out or not?"

          After climbing out of the cell, you notice that the warehouse is stripped clean of your loot and any trace of your family is gone. You watch Nightwing reunite with the Batman, Red Hood, and Red Robin. You hear a sound behind you and notice you're hands are cuffed together behind your back. Robin clicks his tongue and you can see his eyes narrow behind his domino mask.

          "Robin, leave her," Batman orders. His voice and demeanor are more intimidating in person. "The police are on their way. If she runs, she won't make it very far."

          Red Hood has been narrowing his eyes at you and suddenly widens his gaze, "Isn't that--"

          "Let's go," Batman turns around to face him and it's enough to stop him and snarl at the Bat.

          Robin leaves you to head towards them and you sink to the floor as the tears come back. You shake your head, willing yourself to not think about the last 24 hours and how such a near-perfect life could've turned so dark with a single moment, a single revelation--

          Your thoughts are broken by the familiar arm that wraps around your waist and lifts you off the floor. "She can help us," he says to Batman whose jaw is completely lax. "We can track down the Shadow Thieves a lot faster with her help."

          "What makes you think she'll help us," it was Robin that answers him, asking the very same question on everyone's minds, including yours.

          "Dick," you whisper, pleading "Don’t put me in that position. I don't know if I--"

          "Y/N," he cuts you off, "it's the least you could, don't you think?" It comes out harsh and it makes you cast your eyes down. Dick instantly regrets it but doesn't take it back. Instead, he sighs and softens his voice, "They're in danger. Your crew doesn't exactly know who they stole from and if we don't get to them first, they're going to be slaughtered."

          You flinch. You lean into Dick as you find your knees suddenly shaking at the idea of your family tortured and butchered. "Wh-who?"

          "The Joker."

          "Fuck," and that's all you can say because big-time criminals in Gotham was always supposed to be off your radar. Especially someone as unstable and unpredictable as the Joker.

          They were supposed to be careful and made sure they didn't cross boundaries because when it comes to the big villains in Gotham, there are no second chances and prison would be salvation. "I'll help," you say loudly, turning everyone's attention to you. "Whatever it takes, I'll help you find my crew."

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