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arkhamsrevenge · 2 years

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Arkham Knight and the Queen of Hearts pt2

TW - talks of suicide!

Deathstroke got his money, Jason made good on his promise. I, however, slipped away. Jason was free to do as he pleased, I needed to put a monster down and in doing so die as well. This is it. The day I die. The healing factor was a bitch to get around, but everything has its limits. Mine was found by Mr. Freeze, he owed me a favor. I held the vile of red liquid in my hand.

“This will suppress the healing gene. If you hurt yourself bad enough, you will be able to die.” Freeze’s words echoed in my mind. I licked my lips and loaded my pistol, a black SUV pulled up to the warehouse where I was perched. Four men hopped out, as did the man of the hour, The Clown Prince of Crime himself. He looked around, as if he knew someone was watching him. He then broke into a coughing fit while being escorted into the warehouse. Here we go. Quietly, I climbed onto the pipes leading inside, slinking on them, following the clown. Deep breath. Finally, I decent down to the 4 goons and Joker, aiming for the biggest, killing him on impact. Before any others could react, I shot 2 more. One in the eye, the other through nose. The third took Joker and ran away from me.

“Shoot the Meanie Queenie!” Joker shouted to the goon. I dodged the oncoming bullets some grazed me, but I didn’t stop progressing forward. I threw my pistol to the side, wanting to challenge myself. Though this was no time for exercise. Once closer to the goon I sprung off my hands, using my legs to grip his neck. I then threw my weight back, bringing him down. My legs released just as his skull hit the ground. I grabbed his head and smashed it into the ground. Again, and again, until his head was chunky mess. With blood all over me, all over my hands, I retrieved my pistol and headed after the Joker. I pushed the door to the next room, Joker was there pulling at the door, trying to break out.

“It's weld shut.” I shouted at him. The Joker turned to me, his smile remaining on his face.

“Is it? How?” I didn’t answer. “On that’s right a magician never reviles their secrets.” Then he started to cackle. “Alright you got me! So, what are we gonna do now? Play some party games until the bat comes take us to the loony house?” His laughs turned into coughs yet again. He’s sick. I stared blankly. “Come on what’s your story? Did I kill a parent or two? Another vengeful child?” I walked closer to the Joker who looked like he was getting ready for a hand-to-hand fight. “Let's go then.” He said he charged me. I stopped I place, raised my pistol and shot. The bullet landed in Joker’s chest causing him to fall backwards. He coughs again, this time blood leaving his lips. “At least...tell me...your name.” He wheezed. I raised my gun and shot him a again in the head. Finally putting the demon down once and for all.

“Katrena (Kuh-tren-ah) Thompkins.”

The rain was coming down hard and fast. As I walked across the rooftop, I started to take off my gear, jacket and belts. I downed the red liquid before shattering the vile, hoping Freeze didn’t want it back. I continued forward until I reached the edge of the roof. One of the tallest buildings in Gotham. I slowly got up on the ledge, the chemicals I drank were starting to take effect. I felt dizzy, almost drunk and numb. So close. I looked up at the sky letting the hard rain puncture my face. “I was wondering when you’d catch up to me.” I yelled, turning around to face the Dark Knight.

“What have you done?” He roared over the sound of the rain.

“What you couldn’t.” I screamed, feeling a laugh escape me. “I did what you couldn’t I sent a demon back to hell.” Batman stepped forward, cuffs in his hand.

“You know what happens now.” I shook my head. “You don’t have a choice.” I laughed.

“I never do. But right now, in this moment, for the first time ever, I do have a choice and I’ve already taken it.” Batman didn’t move waiting for me to continue. “I’m dead.” I shouted at him. “I’ve been dead for 8 years, and now all I have to do is step off this,” I said hanging my foot off, “and then I’ll be able to close my casket.” Batman stretched his hand out.

“You don’t have to; I can help you. I have resources.” I snorted.

“Like Arkham? No thanks. I did what I set out to do. I set a demon to hell, and now I’m going to follow him there.” And with that, I stretched my arms out and jumped off the edge. The wind tossed my hair around rapidly. I saw Batman look over the edge as I disappeared into the foggy darkness that came with the rain. He can’t see me; therefore, he can’t follow me. My eyes closed as I waited to hit the ground. Peace was finally taking hold as the chemicals circulating my bloodstream pulled me to sleep, forever.

Jason, now wearing his Arkham Knight suit, walked to his office where he was training the Militia. A girl, sleeping soundly in his arms, one whom just moments ago was falling to her death. The Knight entered a small room attracted to his office. Deathstroke was already there with doctors waiting for him.

“Freeze gave her nothing more than a very high antihistamine. Just as you asked” he said as Jason lay Katrena on the bed. Doctors soon began to work on her, cleaning her up, making sure she didn’t have hypothermia etc.

“Never seen someone so willingly jump to their death because they didn’t want to go to Arkham.” The Arkham Knight said shaking his head, walking out with Deathstroke.

“I’ve known her a while. Her adoptive mother was Dr. Leslie Thompkins, killed by the Joker when K was fifteen.” Deathstroke explained. Jason turned to him wanting to know how he knew all this. Deathstroke continued, “She was friends with my son Jeriko. She lost him too, a week later to a bombing the Joker planned at their high school. She was right next to Jeriko when the bomb went off. She lived, Jeriko died physically, mentally, she was dead long before that or so Jeriko told me last time we talked.” The Arkham Knight nodded and continued walking.

“And the super healing factor?” Deathstroke shrugged.

“Haven’t seen her in eight years. No telling what she got herself into.” Knight and Deathstroke walked into the meeting room with all of Batman’s rouge gallery in attendance.

“Now,” Deathstroke boomed, “Let’s begin.”

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branded-witha-j · 3 years

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This request started one way and then took a whole other turn that I'm going to blame on the pain meds they gave me. I hope you enjoy it, anon reader. 😘💚💚💚

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Something went horribly wrong. It wasn't expected and no one saw it coming despite weeks of planning. The coppers showed up as expected, but something fell through when someone didn't do their job. A post that should have been manned was left wide open and that's how the GCPD got the upperhand.

You were there, holding your own, the armored truck on its side and smoking. The bags you helped carry were heavy and you were distracted, not noticing the officer until he had you restrained. They didn't make a fuss, pulling you away from the scene as discreetly as possible, but it didn't take J long to notice your absence.

He wheeled in place, scanning the street, and that's when he saw them dragging you away, his rage palpable. They thought you were a hostage, surely a nice, rich girl like you forced to commit such heinous crimes. They had no idea that you were important to The Joker or that you were madly in love with your so-called captor.

You fought and clawed to get back to him, but the cops threw you into a police van, the back empty except for you. Now that they had you in their custody, they intended to get you away from the scene, your father waiting for the phone call that you were safe.

You were a Daddy's girl, growing up privileged and rich. Things were planned out for you, your father the puppeteer. It didn't take long for you to tire of his control, a new Daddy altogether pulling your attention and keeping you captivated.

The Joker was just as rich, but dangerous and unpredictable. The night you met him at the annual Gotham Gala was the best of your life and you never looked back.

The van shifted as it pulled away from the curb, a single police car following while the others stayed behind to deal with and round up J and his crew. At least that was their plan. But the cops would fair no better, The Joker's men creating such a scene that J managed to slip away in your pursuit.

He wasn't alone, a handful of goons tagging along, and they were the ones to open fire. The tailing cruiser caught the first wave of bullets, the back tires popping and sending it into an uncontrollable spin. A row of parked cars cushioned the wreck, but the car was inoperable and left behind as the van tried to race for the station.

You were in the back, unable to hang on as a curve was taken too fast, crying out as you were thrown against the bare, metal wall. You found yourself on the floor, clutching for the bench leg that was bolted down, using it to pull yourself under for coverage as bullets ricocheted outside. You could hear shouting from the front, returning fire sounding close and making you scream as a bullet tore through the metal above you.

You rolled yourself into a ball and braced, not seeing the collision coming, but safe as the van slammed to a stop. It was no longer moving, but the shouting continued, eventually two single gun shots marking the silence.

Nothing happened, the van whining as someone cranked the engine and finally got it to start. You stayed under the bench shaking, beams of light shining through the bullet holes as the van started to move again. Even as the ride continued on for what felt like an eternity, you stayed on the floor unable to move out of some fear that The Joker had been hurt, or even worse, killed.

Eventually the van came to a stop and you held your breath, hearing the front door open, and approaching footsteps. They crunched in what sounded like gravel and stopped at the back doors. Then there was unnerving silence. You continued to hold your breath, eyes closing as the screech of metal unlocked the doors and light flooded over you. It took you a moment to open your eyes, the sunlight blotting out the figure that peered inside. You blinked, trying to clear your vision, and a hand at your ankle made you lash out. You kicked hard, snarling in anger as they avoided your booted defense and dragged you closer.

Hands groped at you, pulling you upright, and that's when you were finally able to focus. The Joker leaned over you, a gash at his forehead sending a steady stream of blood down the side of his chiseled cheek. He was bleeding, but seemed unharmed and very much alive. With a gasp, you clutched for him, anchoring your hands at his face and kissing him hard.

His metal teeth hurt against your own, but you didn't care, deepening it until you felt certain you could drown. He was the one to break the kiss, eyes darting and taking inventory. You were unharmed, maybe a little bruised, but not hurt. The relief made him purr and he pushed forward, kneeling at the metal floor and hovering over you.

You let him lay you back and didn't protest as his hands slid over your body, making sure you weren't damaged or in pain. As his exploration continued, you reached for him, pulling him on top of you, your arms and legs trapping him. He grimaced, a single droplet of blood falling on your cheek, and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him. He tasted like blood and gunpowder and you savored it.

In the distance, you could hear approaching sirens, your moment ending almost as quickly as it had started. Surely the van could be tracked and they would be here soon, both of your hearts racing as you fled the scene. You took back alleyways, hiding in the shadows, ducking into dark doorways as police cruisers rolled past.

It was in one of these doors that J cornered you, smiling in his mischievous way. You smiled back, head tilting as he leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and deep, ending with a purr.

"Are you my girl?" You nodded to his question, feeling his hands on you, fingertips digging into your hips. You let out a gasp of surprise as he slid a hand over, cupping you and pushing you harder against the door. It creaked with your weight but held as J frantically pulled at the waistband of your leggings. You joined in, flipping his belt loose, and popping the button to pull down his zipper.

A single slam against the door made you both groan, The Joker not stopping until he was buried deep. He burned and stretched you in the most delicious way, his face burying at your neck. Another thrust of his hips made you cry out, the sound echoing around the alley and building as his movement grew frantic.

Voices yelled out nearby, causing you to tense, and a shift of your hips sent you over a dangerous edge. Your cries of pleasure bounced off the walls, dissolving into the air and mixing with the sounds of the city. The Joker had reached his end, as well, and held you in place, nuzzling at your neck until he left a purple mark with his mouth.

For a long moment, nothing else existed, the sounds of the city fading away. You relished in his touch and taste, his crimson smeared lips leaving no doubt that you belonged to him. It was a bubble of happiness that you lived in precariously, not ready for it to pop so soon.

But pop it did, and you were both on the run again, dragging your pants up with laughs and tripping away. The cop that discovered you was close, but not enough to catch you, both of you sliding out onto the crowded sidewalk, people rushing out of your way as you ran.

You felt like Bonnie and The Joker was your Clyde, hands joining as you ran, more fits of laughter falling from your lips as you veered off the sidewalk and into traffic to avoid another cop.

You didn't see it coming, so lost in your delirious happiness that the delivery truck went unnoticed. Brakes squealed as the large vehicle tried to stop, but too much weight and speed kept it coming in your direction, both of you freezing on the spot.

There was a second where you realized you were about to die, turning towards J, but feeling yourself lifted and flung in the opposite direction. You waited for the pain, but it didn't come, instead air whipping past and making your hair swirl. And then your ride was abruptly over, Batman releasing you on the far sidewalk.

Stunned to see him this close up, it took a moment for you to wheel back in search of The Joker, horror making you cry out at his still form on the road. You pulled and screamed, tearing yourself away from your savior to run to your lover.

No one tried to stop you, everyone frozen and watching as you collapsed by his side, hands shaking and touching him. You were frantic, pulling at him, screaming his name, but getting no response. He was gone, his body broken and bleeding before you like a living nightmare.

You tried to revive him, performing CPR, pushing and thumping at his chest until Batman pulled you away. His arms locked around you like a vice and carried you from the horrible scene, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

Your eyes pinched shut, your cries turning into begging, everything fading until you jolted awake in a cell you couldn't remember. The pressure around you that had once been Batman's arms was a straitjacket keeping you secure. It was an embrace you could never escape, eyes heavy and sweeping the empty, dim room.

Who knows how long you had been here, time meaning nothing. Who knows if anything was real, the pain in your heart the only reminder that something had been taken from you.

The ground vibrated but you barely noticed it, the extinguished lights above you swaying and sending dust down upon you. Your neck was stiff as you slowly looked up, the hanging light swaying back and forth. Another much harder vibration caused it to pick up momentum and you were mesmerized by it, not hearing the screams in the hallway.

A fresh explosion buckled the door, leaving a gaping hole filled with smoke. You stared at it, unable to move even if you felt the desire, a single figure stepping through as a floating silhouette. They crossed the room, kneeling before you, and a tug at the helmet they wore revealed a shock of green hair and icy blue eyes.

He smiled at you, your own lips twitching and pulling until the corners lifted and mirrored him. His laugh came next, eerie and almost mournful, but your own joining in until it was deafening and terrifying to all that could hear it.

Again you felt yourself lifted, this time in the arms you wanted more than anything, The Joker carrying you from the cell and into the fiery hallway. Bodies lay before you, framing your escape route, and J didn't let you go until he reached the getaway vehicle, slowly placing you in the backseat. Leaning down, his lips ghosted over yours, a new scar across his cheek catching your eye. His kiss was brief, a peck at your lips, and then he spoke the words you had been dying to hear for so long.

"Let's go home."

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peterxwade24 · 3 years

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 8 (for real this time)

Okay. So, Bicho is Spanish for male bug while Principito is Spanish for Little Prince.

Enjoy!

With Lila’s blood-curdling scream, however, came Signal, or as Gotham had taken to calling the yellow clad boy, the Daytime Bat. Signal appeared a few minutes after Lila pretended to faint, tucking his grappling hook and batarang back into his utility belt upon seeing both Dick and Jason before he looked at where everyone else was looking, and seeing who he could only assume was the girl most of the Rouge gallery called “Hatter’s Girl”. He frowned, although no one could see it, as he suddenly realized how young the girl looked. He had always assumed (read: Bruce had lead him to believe) that “Hatter’s Girl” was what the Rogue gallery called Hatter’s squeeze, but from the way Scarecrow and The Riddler were allowing the girl to cling to them he could only assume it was more a note of paternal obligation than damnation of the girl.

Duke made eye contact with Jason, or as close to eye contact as he could make while wearing his helmet. Jason’s face was soft, his disbelief evident for everyone to see.

Duke was confused, he had never seen Jason look like this before and Dick seemed to be just as lost as he was. He glanced at the oldest Wayne child and saw his confusion was plain to see. “Is everything alright here?”

Alya turned to look at the yellow clad meta vigilante with a scandalized expression. “That girl is conspiring with villains!”

Duke frowned. “Ma’am, I mean no disrespect but what evidence do you have?”

-*-*-*

Stompp, Sass, Trixx, Wayzz, Tikki, and Plagg were all hiding in Chloé’s purse, knowing they couldn’t be with their chosen had most of them upset.

Plagg, who has nearly always been separated from his holders in the past, seemed to be dealing with it the best while Tikki, whose holders have always been permitted to keep her close, however, wasn’t faring very well. Stompp, whose holders were almost never permanent, was simply lounging against Plagg while Trixx relaxed into the side of the purse closest to Chloé. Sass and Wayzz were attempting to placate Tikki while sharing looks filled with disbelief.

“Tikki. Your kid is a Guardian. You’re not being renounced. He just can’t keep you on him right now.” Sass began. “Trixx’s kit would never take you away from your bug, Plagg’s kitten wouldn’t take you away from your bug.”

“Tikki, take deep breaths. Remember why we’re all in Trixx’s kit’s purse?”

“...to keep warm?”

“Why do we need to keep warm?” Wayzz prodded.

“...because Gotham is unusually cold.” Tikki continued.

“Do you want to be alone in your bug’s fanny pack right now?”

Tikki looked down. “No.”

“Okay. Now go cuddle with Plagg or Trixx to keep warm.” Wayzz sighed as the older being slunk away to curl into her other half’s side. They turned to look at Sass and the two beings shrugged at the way their friend was reacting. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?”

“I’m afraid so my friend, I’m afraid so.”

-*-*-*

Thana turned her head to look at the meta vigilante, recognizing the vigilante as Signal. She looked him over, realizing that the hero in front of her had to be one of Batman’s newest additions, she knew he wasn’t Damian or Jason because Jason was still in the group behind her and Signal appeared to be much too old to be Damian. She decided, based on how his eyes kept flicking from her to the duo hugging her and back before his eyes sought out their tour guide and bodyguard. Nodding to herself, deciding the civilian identity for Signal had to be Duke Thomas, she turned in her uncles’ grasp to face the vigilante and waited for his attention to return to her.

She offered the hero a smile when his attention was back on her. “Excuse me Mr. Signal?” She glanced at her Uncle Ed to confirm that was the hero’s name, before looking at the vigilante clad in bright yellow. “I didn’t realize hugging your uncles you hadn’t seen in person in years was illegal.” She dropped the Parisian accent while talking to the vigilante, letting her Crime Alley accent wrap around the words. “I was stolen off the streets by the GCPD when I was nine and this is the first time I’ve seen them in person since then.”

Signal seemed to nod understandingly while Alya seethed on his other side.

“Yeah right. Those two are probably your suga-” Alya was suddenly cut off by Nino’s glare. Nino could only take so much of his one-time crush’s whining before he got tired of hearing her voice.

“This is my Uncle Ed and my Uncle Jon, Césaire. They have been huge parts of my life since I was forced from my home after my mother died.” Thana’s voice grew hard and her Parisian friends knew that she hated having to speak about her past.

Alya’s face paled slightly, not having known the girl had been left without a mother.

Thana focused only on the vigilante, knowing if she looked to her friends she would lose her nerve. “I am sorry to interrupt your patrol, I know how you Bats love your city.”

Signal nodded and turned back to the French group. “There’s nothing wrong here. Continue on with your tour.” He nodded and pulled out his grappling hook. He shot the hook in the other direction and was essentially just a yellow blur on the horizon.

Thana returned to her uncles’ embrace.

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Ed and Jon decided that they were going to tag along with the tour, one on each side of Thana because her dad was still out there and they didn’t currently have eyes on him.

Their tour guide seemed to just roll with it, allowing the two to join them as they continued to walk around Gotham proper.

Alya was stuck carrying Lila around for a while, grumbling under her breath about how “it wasn’t fair that Marinette got to stay attached to her dumb sugar daddies”.

A majority of the class walked closer to their tour guide, noticing the worried looks the Gothamites kept shooting their group as they walked with Ed and Jon, because those are the names they were introduced with and they just didn’t know if they would trust these men. On the other hand, Thana’s friends, who had all at least talked to the duo before, seemed to orbit around Thana and her two uncles. Jason, who continued to stick to the back of the group, couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that was going on between the group right in front of him.

“So, you’re the hooligans who’ve been keeping our niece out of trouble.” Ed began, glancing at Jon over Thana’s head to shoot his lover a smile.

“How have you been keeping our niece out of trouble?” Jon continued, his voice seeming to soothe Thana in ways Thana’s friends had never been able to.

“Mèo con? It’s just a matter of us not giving her any time to get in trouble.” Kim smiled and reached over to ruffle Thana’s hair.

Nino smiled, watching as two of his three childhood friends interacted. “Chloé and I keep those two out of trouble.” He shrugged and linked his arm with Chloé’s. “It’s nice to properly meet two of Alqamar’s uncles.”

“Do you think we could slip use our free time for a real tour? An in depth tour?” Thana glanced at her friends, a worried smile on her face. “I mean, only if you all want to.”

Thana’s friends shared a look, Chloé shooting Alix a subtle glare when it looked like the pinkette was going to be unkind, before all five of them turned back to Thana. “Sure. As long as your uncles accompany us.”

Thana brightened, her blue grey eyes seeming to come alive with every moment. “Okay.” She nodded and threw her arms around her friends before pulling away and rejoining her uncles.

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Mlle. Bustier sighed, the class all seemed to be impatiently waiting for her to release them to go about their free time. She nodded and waved towards the door. “Just go.”

Thana grabbed Kim’s hand, not looking as he grabbed Nino’s, Nino grabbed Chloé’s, Chloé grabbed Adrien’s and Adrien grabbed Alix’s, before pulling her friends out of the hotel, glancing up at the side of the hotel before freezing. She finally took in the bullets on the side of the building, her eyes landing on the pair of bullets, a little J hidden in the corner of one with the other having a little T hidden in its corner. She reached her hand up to them before shaking her head and focusing back on her mission.

She led her friends down alleyways and across streets, steering clear of anywhere she knew her father was ought to frequent, before she pulled them to a stop in front of the Iceberg Lounge.

“Okay. So, technically, none of us are old enough to go in but Uncle Ozzy won’t care as long as we’re wearing red sleeves.” She turned to her friends, who all seemed skeptical.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Chatte?” Adrien asked, his tone gentle as though he was afraid she’d react badly.

“I promise Bicho.” Thana smiled reassuringly at her friends before she turned and pushed open the door. “Uncle Ozzy! I’m home!”

-*-*-*

Jason looked at the newest bat, knowing he hadn’t been at the press conference because he’d be patrolling so he didn’t know about Bruce’s proclamation. Jason glanced at his older brother, who shrugged at him when blue met blue-green, before turning back to the scene in front of him. He watched as his little sister when did she stop being so little handled the situation with a grace that he’d remembered from their time together on the streets.

He’d have to clue the newest bat into Bruce’s proclamation. He’d get his number from Dick after they dropped the class off back at the hotel.

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Jason watched the class out of the corner of his eye (and the window into the lobby) as he and Dick walked back to his apartment. “Hey Dickiebird? Do you have Duke’s phone number?”

Dick pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before landing on the right one. “Yeah. You want it or do you want me to arrange a meeting?”

“I doubt he’ll come if a strange number requests it. Could you?”

“He gets done patrolling in an hour or two. I’ll send him your address and tell him to drop by after patrol.” Dick shot Duke a text and smiled before bumping shoulders with Jason. “She was like a mini female you. A spit fire with a heart of gold.”

Jason shrugged. “Let’s just hurry. Kutlat Saghira gets irritable when we’re apart for too long.”

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Jason sat on the couch in his living room, Damian firmly seated on his lap and refusing to move, waiting for Duke to knock on his door. Tim, Steph and Cass were standing in his kitchen recreating a Vine on Tim’s Tik Tok account. Dick and Wally sat on the loveseat, Mar’i, Iris and Jai sat on the floor colouring in a colouring book on the coffee table.

A knock sounded on the door, causing Dick to stand to get it because Damian refused to let Jason up.

Dick opened the door, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey Duke.”

“Hey, uh, Dick. What’s up?” Duke nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his smile seeming just a little forced until he looked into the kitchen and saw the three recreating a Vine. “So this is where you all have been hiding.”

“Not, not exactly.” Dick responded, moving out of the way to allow the younger man entry. “So, do you remember Bruce saying he was putting together a press conference?”

“Vaguely.” Duke walked into the apartment, noticing the collection of shoes to the left of the door and toeing off his shoes without much thought to it, before noticing all of the people in the living room. “Hello?”

“Hi.” Jason called, his voice even tempo’d so as to continue to soothe the boy in his lap. “I’m Jason, I was the second Robin.”

Duke startled at seeing the man, looking at the other man in the room as he casually referred to himself as “the second Robin”. With wide eyes he looked at Jason and mouthed “does he know”.

“That’s Wally West. Formally Kid Flash, part time Flash.” Jason smiled, a slow lazy smile that only being surrounded by his family brought out in him. Tim, followed by Steph and Cass, vaulted over the back of the couch and settled around Jason, with Cass ending up sprawled across Tim and Steph’s laps. “He knows.”

Duke nodded, drifting to the chair sat across from the couch. “Of course.” He paused a moment, taking in how everyone was sitting. Dick, at some point, had reclaimed his spot beside Wally. Mar’i settled on the arm of the loveseat beside her father, her hands clinging to both her father and her Aunt Cass (who had held her hand out to her niece upon noticing her intended location), while Iris sat between Dick and Wally and Jai sat on Wally’s lap. “So, what’s up?”

Steph looked at her little brother, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Bruce said some things after the press conference. About how ‘no child of his would associate with a child of a rogue’ because Jace’s little sister is the daughter of the Mad Hatter-”

Duke lit up, his warm brown eyes locked on Jason’s face. “That was your sister?” He let out a silent laugh. “Oh my Amazon. She was so cool.”

Jason nodded, taking in the way Duke seemed to be admiring his sister. “She was always diplomatic when we ran into anyone on the streets. It’s part of the reason why any kid wearing red sleeves is allowed into the Iceberg Lounge and inside Robinson Park’s limits.”

“Oh. Okay. I think I remember seeing her on the streets a couple times when we were younger.”

Jason just shrugged. “Probably.” He looked down after Damian poked him, only to find a pair of green eyes locked on his face with a barely there “hm” the only indication that Damian wants introduced. “This rascal here is Damian al Ghul-Todd. Around here he gets called Kutlat Saghira, Little Nuget or Principito.”

“Hello Damian. I’m Duke, I’m,” Duke looked at the gathered Waynes, looking for visual cues, before looking back at Damian, “your uncle.”

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Jason was startled awake by a loud knock on his living room window. He glanced down at the bed, seeing all of his younger siblings as well as his son were in the bed, before slowly and gently moving Damian into Cass’s grasp. He slowly slid out of the bed, shoving his feet into a pair of newly acquired slippers, before padding into the living room and moving the curtain to reveal that Batman was knocking on his window. He propped open the window with a curt call of “what do you want Bruce?”

“It wasn’t enough to steal all of my other children, you had to steal Duke too?”

“It is not my fault he was operating under the assumption that you would be there for him through anything. We simply told him the truth.” Jason crossed his arms over his chest, his blue-green eyes looking more and more green as the older man continued to piss him off. “Duke deserved the truth. Besides, I’m pretty much sure I told you to forget my address after you passed it on to Alfred.”

“That is beside the point.” Bruce looked as though he was going to continue before the tip of a Wakizachi was pointed at his jugular notch.

“You are angering my Baba. Leave.” Damian, who even in his half asleep state was protective of those he called his, stared up at the man who fathered him.

Bruce fled with his figurative tail between his legs, deciding he would have to reclaim his children in another manner.

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 4 years

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May Flowers Challenge Day 11

Prompt: “Don’t die on me. Please.” + “Why are you bleeding?” requested by Anon

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Kidnapping, gunshot wounds

Being friends with Red Hood was always going to lead to disaster. You knew that before he even warned about it. And for the longest time, you thought you were prepared for anything. Coming to in a rat-infested warehouse, tied too tightly to a rusty beam with too many armed thugs patrolling about turned out to be something you decidedly weren’t prepared for.

The other thing about being friends with Red Hood was that he’d never let you be in danger for long.

He appeared shortly after you woke up, and though they were expecting him, he somehow still kept the upper hand. Guns were firing left right and center, bullets ricocheting off the walls. You curled in on yourself as best you could, making yourself as small a target as possible. Then, just as suddenly as the fight began, it stopped. Not daring to look up, you heard heavy footfalls approaching.

“Y/N? It’s me. Are you hurt?” It was Red. You’d know his voice anywhere.

Looking up at the familiar red helmet, you shook your head, “No. No, I’m fine I think.”

“Good. Let’s get you somewhere safe.” Pulling out a knife, Red reached around to cut your bindings free while you looked around. The bodies of the thugs were littered across the floor. None of them appeared to be breathing. You couldn’t really bring yourself to care right then.

“I knew you’d come,” you whispered, letting Red help you to your feet and out of the warehouse.

“I’ll always be there for you, angel,” Red said, climbing onto his bike, waiting for you to jump on behind him and wrap your arms around his waist securely before speeding off. You clung to him as he drove down the streets, face buried in the leather jacket and taking in the comforting scent you’d come to know at his.

At first, you thought he was taking you to one of his safe houses. He’d taken you to one before, and it appeared that you were going in that direction now. But then from nowhere, he turned sharply, taking you both down a road you didn’t know.

Finally, you stopped in front of an old looking building, though by now you knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

“C’mon,” Red said, his voice sounding a little strained. You put it down to tiredness after the fight.

You followed him, and he grappled you both up to the top floor, pried open a window, and gestured for you to climb through. Lights flickered on as you stepped inside, and sure enough, the interior did not match the exterior. If anything, it was almost too high tech. Especially compared to the last one he’d taken you to.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Red. Taking me to spots with mold on the ceiling when we could’ve been here with all these pretty shiny surfaces.” Red didn’t answer which was strange for him. Usually, he’d have a witty comeback or something. Turning, you saw him make his way into the kitchen, dropping his gloves and shrugging off his jacket as he did so and letting it fall. Nothing out of the ordinary for him, but then he reached up and touched his chest and that’s when you saw it. Blood. On his hand. There was blood covering his palm.

“You’re bleeding! Why are you bleeding?!”

“Shot,” Red grunted, trying to get to a cabinet and failing. He stumbled over his own feet, hit one of the counters, and collapsed to the ground in a heap.

“Red!” Sprinting over, you dropped to your knees next to him, carefully shifting and propping him up. Blood was seeping out of a hole on the left side of his chest, coating the grey armor in its wake. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” You tried to keep your voice as calm as possible as you yanked your hoodie over your head and pressed it to the wound as hard as you could. “Stay with me, Red.”

Your only answer was a groan. You let go of your hoodie for a moment, taking the chance to carefully pull the red helmet off. His skin was pale and clammy, curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. With his breathing so harsh and the pained groans, you didn’t need to take the domino off to know if he was awake. Pressing back down, you watched as the blood soaked into the pale material.

What did you do? You couldn’t treat a bullet wound. Your phone had been lost, and even if it wasn’t, who did you call to fix up a notorious vigilante? How did you even contact them?

"Y/N-" Red's hand came up to clasp your wrist, palm slick with sweat.

"Save your strength, yeah?"

"No...Y/N…if I don't…"

"I love you," you blurted. "I love you, you asshole. So don't die on me. Please." There was no reaction to your confession. Red's hand loosened and slipped free of your wrist. "Red? Red!"

Nothing.

"No. Nononono, please. Please." His cheeks felt cold under your palms as you tried to rouse him, crimson streaks being left behind in your wake. "I can't lose you."

"Get back." A low voice from behind nearly made you jump out of your skin. Batman. Batman was standing there. You jerked back, giving him space. Batman knelt down, quiet as he examined Red. Then he was hoisting him up, earning a pained groan. At least he was still alive. "Stay here."

"But, I-"

"Stay," Batman ordered again.

You nodded silently, watching him take Red away and disappear.

You just sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the bloody hoodie and Red's discarded jacket unsure of what to do. Everything had happened so fast, now it was silent again…

Eventually, you dragged yourself up, threw the bloodied clothes away, and scrubbed the rest of the blood off the floor and your hands. Watching the red-stained water swirl down the drain you were almost lost in a trance.

You didn't even hear Nightwing slip in behind you until he tapped your shoulder. At least he explained things. After getting the story out of you, he said that the Bat had taken Red somewhere to be treated and that this safe house was Batman's. When you'd come in through the window, you'd set off one of several silent alarms that had led him to you. At least now you knew why he'd taken a sudden detour. Nightwing told you to stay put at the safe house for now, it was safe, and he'd keep you up to date.

Then he was gone, and all you had left to do was wait.

The days dragged on. Nightwing appeared the next day with some clothes and a message that Red was alive but out of it. You tried to find out where he was, but he remained tightlipped.

It was the third evening after Red got hurt when Batman silently arrived and said to come with him. You didn't need telling twice as you followed him down and into the Batmobile.

"Where are we going?"

"He wants to see you." The relief flooded through you instantly. Red was alive. And awake. And coherent. Thank God.

Batman was silent as he drove along Gotham's roads, and you didn't really want to break it, but you had to know. "What happened? Red said the armor was bulletproof. How-"

"Someone has been bringing in new bullets that can pierce kevlar. We're looking into it."

You nodded, looking down at your hands. "It's my fault. If he hadn't needed to come save me…"

"This isn't because of you. You were targeted and he was caught in the crossfire. Believe me when I say he wouldn't have it any other way. Nor would I."

"Yeah. I know," you sighed looking out the window.

"I heard what you said the other night. He trusts you, Y/N. Don't break that, it's worth too much."

You knew that too. He'd told you enough over the last year. "I have no intention of ever breaking it."

Batman glanced at you as he drove down into a deserted garage. "Good. We're here."

He took you into the building, through several security doors and down an elevator. When you emerged you saw it was a makeshift hospital. Nothing fancy, but enough beds for a few vigilantes and supplies to treat them. Only one bed was occupied now though.

"Red!" You ran to the cot, greeted by the sight of him smiling tiredly up at you. There was a bandage over his chest, too close to his heart for you to be comfortable.

"Hey, angel. You okay?"

"I should be asking you that, but yeah. I'm good. You had me worried for a minute."

"Don't worry about me. I'm not planning on dying again anytime soon."

"You'd better not. Don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're badass. You'd be fine."

"No. I wouldn't. Not without you, Red."

He looked at you a moment, then stretched out his hand. You took it. "It's Jason."

"Jason. Suits you," you smiled, looking into his beautiful eyes for the first time. He really was breathtaking.

"Glad you think so." Jason paused, hesitating before raising his hand to your face. "And I love you too, by the way."

You blushed. "You heard?"

"Nah. The Big Bad Softie over there told me. I was trying to tell you though."

You chuckled, running the fingers of your free hand through his thick curls. "You've got no idea how happy I am right now."

"I have an idea, angel."

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fandompride101 · 4 years

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$3000 and I'm Sorry

Raven's POV:

"You six should be able to handle the situation just fine. I leave this in your capable hands." Batman said through the screen of the bat computer. "Damian, Dick is in charge."

"But..." Damian interjected.

"It is final." Batman's tone was firm. Damian nodded his head. "You can do this." Then he signed off.

It was just Damian and I with Kori, Dick, Kate and Roy Harper. We didn't mean to be here all at once, but it seemed like fate brought us to the bat cave today. Damian and I were going to do surveillance in Gotham, but as you can see, we were rudely interrupted.

"Suit up guys." Dick ordered. Damian and I were already in our uniforms, so we waited for the others to get ready. I could sense that Damian was holding back orders, but he was trying to follow his father's rules.

"Damian, give us the run down through our intercoms." Dick said running back. "Everyone else, turn your ear pieces on and get going to the location. Wait for further instructions there."

Damian started to talk about a group of one hundred men at this abandon wear-house. There was going to be an arms deal going on and we had to get in there and stop them from exchanging weapons.

When Damian finished talking it was only us left in the bat cave. I stayed behind to teleport Damian to the location. "Ready?" I looked at him.

He gave me one of his devilishly handsome smiles. "Ready."

I teleported us to the exact location, and we were the first ones there. Damian started to scout and I counted the number of souls inside the building. There was 84 people in there according to the soul count.

"The back is guarding and so is the surrounding area." Damian stood and looked over to me. "How many are inside."

"84 souls." I answer.

"Good number." Of course Damian would be wanting a fair and formidable fight, so it doesn't surprise me that he liked the odds of this fight.

"Robin, the intel." Dick came over with Kori just landing beside him. Roy and Kate came over, looking for themselves at the targets.

"84 people estimated to be inside. The place is surrounded and there are guards at every entrance." Damian concluded.

"Good odds." Dick nodded. "Okay, here is the plan, Starfire, Raven and Red Arrow stay outside and take out the guards. Robin, Batwomen and I will take them down from the inside."

"Oh, come one. Let's make this interesting." Kate butted in with a grin on her face. "Boys against girls."

"I don't..." Dick was cut off.

"I like the idea." Roy said, smiling at Kate.

"Alright fine. Girls are on the outside perimeter and Guards, and guys are on the inside." Dick gave up. "Everyone got it?"

We all nod.

"Go!"

I flew into the air and started a scan for guards in the wooded area. Once I found one, I slowly came down and attack them from behind. Once I got one, I moved onto the other. I saw Starfire on one side of me and Batwomen on the other.

Kate was smiling ear to ear. When she took out one, two more came at her. She was so much like the entire bat family, because she just smiled. Starfire took out a couple and then started to scan from above.

"Raven, it's time to take the guards out by the door." She said over the com link.

I teleported right in front of the guards. I let my raven out and it soared above me and engulfed the guards into a black hole. When I let up they were knocked unconscious. Then my raven came after another and another. Soon I was flying above the building, trying to check for any more survivors.

It didn't see it, but I heard it. One single gun shot. Then I felt it. I felt the bullet perce my side. My raven fell, and I with it.

"Raven!" Starfire came towards me. I saw in the corner of my eye that Kate had just killed my shooter. "Raven, are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." I lied, trying to sit up.

"No, we need to get you help." Starfire held me down and examined my side. I was hit just below the ribs on my right side. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't about to admit that. "We need to get you back. The bullet didn't come out. It's still in there."

If the bullet was still in there, that meant that I couldn't heal properly and I might bleed out. I knew Starfire was just looking out for me, but I wasn't going to leave before the mission was done. "No, I am fine. Just help me up."

Kate helped me to my feet. "Have I ever told you how much I like you?" She gave me a smile.

"Thanks." I hesitantly said.

"Well, out job is done. The girls won." Kate smiled. "That means I win the bet with Roy and he has to take me out to eat with his family."

"What?" Kori said beside me. She still had a worried face.

"Neither of us wanted to have a dinner with our families first, so we made a bet tonight that who ever caught all the bad guys first would win." Kate laughed. "So I get to meet his family."

"Clever." I grunt in pain.

"Save you energy little birdie, will get you home soon." Kate patted me on the head. I glared at her and she stopped. "I can see why baby bat likes you so much."

"I think we should go and see if the guys need help." Kori suggests.

"Fine idea. I want to see the look on Roy's face when we swop in and save him." Kate laughed.

We open the doors into the building. I am still holding my side, but I am trying not to seem as bad as it really is. Kori told me that I needed to stay out of the way. She didn't want me to get anymore hurt than I was. I wasn't planning on following her advise.

"Oh come on boys, why don't you want to fight me?" A girls voice giggled from the middle of the room. Everyone else in the room was knocked out, but this one girl. The guys had set down their weapons and were smiling.

"We would never hurt you, doll." Roy practically sang out to this girl.

"Oh, but that's a shame. I wanted to fight." She sank to the ground. The boys all ran towards her. I thought they were going to take her out, but instead...

"Don't cry." Dick lifted her head. I looked at Kori and she was fuming. Dick and her had been engaged for four months and this was what she got. He was fawning over this new girl. All the guys where.

"Here." Damian offered the girl a tissue. "Dry your eyes." He knelt beside her and caressed her face.

That's what he does to comfort me when I am upset. That small gesture always made me feel loved, but now seeing him do that to her made my stomach turn. I felt the anger grow inside me, but just as I was about to step in, a wave of pain came over me. I fell to the ground.

"Raven?" Kate whispered and helped me up.

"I'm fine." I stood up again. Kori was still watching Dick. He was looking at this girl and playing with her hair. "Guys, I want to go back. I think the boys will be fine here."

"Good idea." Kate's tone was dark and kinda scary. She was still looking at Roy who was head of heels for this girl.

"Yes, good idea." Kori said as she saw Dick kiss the girls cheek.

I looked over one last time at Damian, who was now smiling at her and holding her hand. Anger was rising in me once again, but I channeled it into magic. I created a portal and we all walked through it.

Back at the bat cave, Alfred came over and addressed us all. "Ladies, where are the rest?"

"They are other wise occupied." Kori walked away.

"She was shot, can you work your magic, Alfred?" Kate helped me over to a chair.

"Of course. Miss Roth, might I?" He asked.

"Yeah." I answered. He came over and inspected the wound on my side.

"It's is a deep one. I'm going to have to give you some numbing stuff to get this bullet out." Alfred helped me over to a medical bed. He gave me a shot.

Alfred was very gentle and said sorry whenever I winced. "Alfred, you don't have to say sorry every time." I told him.

"Of course." He went back to work. Within about twenty minutes I had the bullet out of me. I was already feeling better and knew that my healing power was already kicking in. Alfred helped me to sit up. "Take it easy for a while. I had to give you lots of numbing shots to keep you from feeling the extent of the wound."

"Thank you Alfred." I said, getting off the table. It was a bit of a jump down, so when I landed on my feet, pain shot threw my side. I grabbed it.

"Careful miss. I think you need to sit down." Alfred came over and helped me to a chair. It was Batman's chair. To be honest though, this was the nicest chair I have ever sat in. "Stay here and I will get you some food. You need to eat."

I nodded. Kate came over a few seconds later. "How's it going?"

"Besides the pain in my side and the fact my boyfriend was hitting on someone else..." I tilted my head. "Not too bad. And you?"

Kate laughed. "I like you." She leaned on the bat computer. "I am so going to kill Roy the next time I see him."

This time it was my turn to laugh. I laughed so hard I had to stop because it was causing my side to hurt. "Rich." I said when I recovered.

"Where's Kori?" Kate looked around.

"I'm over here." Kori came out of a door and walked over to us. "Raven, are you feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Good. I think we should leave for the tower then." Kori didn't seem to be joking.

"You guys can't go. We have to be here when the guys show up to give them hell." Kate stood up straight. "We are not letting those guys off the hook."

"I don't..." Kori started but was interrupted.

"Kori, I don't think the guys would even say something about it. I bet they are going to brush it off and not tell us. We have to be here and wait until they do. If they don't we have to rip them a new one. I am not going to let them get away with this."

"Your right." Kori agreed, surprising me. The two looked at me.

"Wait, what are we doing again?" I was seriously confused.

"We are going to be here when they come back. Kori explained. "And if they don't tell us right away, we are going to make them wish they had."

"That's right!" Kate beamed. "I like you, Kori."

Kori smiled. "Are you in?"

"Sure." I shrugged and then sank back into my chair. "But if we have to fight them, can you two take Damian for me."

We took a minute and then all started laughing. I laughed so hard my side started to ache again, but I didn't mind this time. Soon I would be healed, but I just needed time. Alfred came down with sandwiches and lemonade. We all sat around the computer and ate, talking about different ways we could act when the boys came back.

Soon we had a plan, all we needed now was the boys.

*****

My side was already feeling better, so by the time the boys showed up, I was walking around. Kori had told me to just sit and let myself heal, but honestly my anger towards Damian was growing. I needed to walk to distract myself.

"What the heck!" Roy said taking off his helmet. "You guys just up and left."

"We're sorry." Kate batted her eyes. "You see, we just thought you had everything covered."

"Did you complete the mission?" Kori said, her tone giving away her anger. I stepped over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She gave me a grateful smile.

"They got away." Dick said, handing up his bow staff.

"They did?" Kate turned to Dick.

"Yeah." Damian said, annoyed that Kate wasn't apparently getting it. Damian rode back with Dick apparently. I forgot that I had taken him there, but it serves him right to have to hitch a ride with his brother.

Damian looked angrily at me.

I turned away.

"How did 'they' get away." Kate said in air quotes.

" 'They' got away because they blindsided us." Roy air quoted back to her.

"Girls, maybe we shouldn't have left then." Kate turned to us and gave us a look that told us that she was about to kill them all.

"Maybe we should have helped them get the army of people there." Kori's voice was cold.

"What's going on." Dick said, looking at the three of us girls. It took him a minute before it dawned on him. "Shit, they know."

"What? How?" Roy stood up. Then he looked at Kate. "It's not what it sounds like."

"It's hard to tell when we both saw and heard you guys practically... fawning over that girl!" Kori said with such anger that I knew she could kill Dick.

Dick came over to her. "It's not what you think! I promise." He tried to hug Kori but she pushed him away.

I turned. Damian was right beside me. His face didn't give any sort of remorse. I turned away from him.

"Raven..."

"Shut up." I put up my hand to make him stop talking.

"Raven, please." He leaned closer to me. "I am not sure what you know, but please allow me to explain." He caressed my face. I leaned into him, but then I saw an image of him doing that to that girl again and I moved out of his reach.

"Leave me alone." I turned away from him.

He took a step back. I hadn't realized this but I was so angry I had my devil eyes glowing red. I took a deep breath and suppressed them. Then I turned at watched Kori and Dick.

"Please Kori, I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't have control." He doge a flying chair. "Kori please!"

Suddenly I felt a hand on mine. I turned back to Damian. "Look, let me explain."

I ripped my hand out of his. I temporarily forgot my injury, but with that fast movement, I was reminded. I clutched my side.

"Shit, Raven! What happened?" Damian tried to come closer.

"Stay away." I warned him. I was still holding onto my side, but now everyone was fighting with each other. I went over to Kori and grabbed her shoulder. She turned, and at first her eyes was full of anger, but when she saw it was me she melted. "Let's go."

Kori and I walked over to Kate. Kate turned and saw my clutching onto my side. "You see what you shit heads did! Raven was hit because you guys got distracted on the mission! You guys put your team in jeopardy!" Kate came over to us. "Let's get out of here."

I opened a portal to the Titan Tower. I knew that it would at least buy us a little time before they got up there. When we stepped in the place was empty. It was the summer so most of the Titans went home to visit their family.

"Nice place." Kate grunted. We were all still fuming.

"I have an idea. Let's go and have a 'girls weekend' I heard they are relaxing and most important, without guys." Kori suggested, trying to calm herself. "I hear you get relaxing spas."

"I do have Damian's credit card." I pull out the card that Damian gave to me to hold. "I think he owes us after that mess."

Kate smiled at me. "We are going to be good friends. I know it."

"Perfect. I have Dick's!" Kori waved it in the air.

"Am I the only one that doesn't have my boyfriend's credit card?" She laughed. "Doesn't matter. I have his car keys." She pulled them out.

"Where too?" I said, pulling out a map. "They will know where we are as soon as we use the cards, so we have to do the thing and then pay for it, and then move on."

"Smart." Kori nodded. "I think we should all choose three places we want to go."

"Ok, but where too first?" I gave them the map. "I can get us anywhere, just point."

Kate pointed to something. "How about Metropolis? I heard they have amazing food and I am starving."

"Perfect." Kori and I say at the same time.

I conjure a portal to Metropolis City. We all step through. The place is busy and we totally look out of our element in our super hero suits. "I got this." I say when Kori points this out. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" And then everyone was dressed in their everyday clothes.

"Perfect." Kori nods. "You are growing quite good at your magic Raven."

"Thanks. I try."

We walk along the street and point out different restaurants. We passed so many, but nothing really sounded appetizing until we stopped in front of 'Superman Restaurant and Cafe'. I heard about this place before, but it is really expensive.

"That's perfect!" Kate says after I told her the price.

"Then let us go!" Kori strutted into the restaurant.

I watched as Kori took her confidant steps. She was right. Kate and I followed her in the doors. A very nice waiter took us to very nice seats and gave us a menu. You could tell the meals here were expensive because there was no prices next to the foods.

I looked at Kori and Kate to see their reaction. They felt this was justified. I was mad at Damian, but was never the type of girl to enact vengeance over a guy. Damian had made me feel like it was just me and him against the world, but now it felt like it was me AGAINST him.

"Raven, what are you thinking about?" Kori put her hands on mine for comfort.

"I just... I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"I totally understand." Kori nodded. I knew she did. I knew all of us did. We were all hurt to watch the people we care about flirting with another girl.

"Change of topic, Ladies..." Kate banged on the table. "How about the best place you have ever been to?"

"I think my home planet is the best." Kori turned to Kate, "but on Earth, I think the mall."

"The mall?" Kate said like she was disappointed.

"I like to shop." Kori smiled. It was true. Every chance we got, we would load into the car and go to the mall. Kori would shop at different stores all over and spend so much money on things that you don't really need.

"And you, Raven?" Kate asked.

"I live Azarth's garden. When I was younger, my mother would take me and tell me all about the plants that grew." I smiled at the memory.

"That sounds wonderful. Where is that?" Kate smiled.

"On my home planet." I nodded. "I was born not on Earth." I explain when she looks confused.

"Oh, well that is a place I would very much like to see someday." Kate nodded.

"You can't. The planet died and there has been no life on it for a long time." I said to my plate. I didn't like talking about Azarth very much, but It was nice to at least have that memory.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Kate said.

"Don't be." Just as I said that our waiter came over with our food. It was delicious and the best food I have eaten in quite a while. Over the meal, we talked about our favorite missions and when Kori and I came to Earth. At the end of the meal we fought over who was going to pay (Damian or Dick). Dick won and paid for our dinner.

After that we teleported to our next location.

****

It was nice o'clock in the morning before we finally settled down. We had been to Paris, Egypt, France, England, Canada, Texas, and many more locations. I was starting to feel a lot better. There was still a small bit of pain when I walked, but I was healing.

"Should we pay for a hotel?" Kori asked.

"If we pay for one, the boys could figure out what hotel we are staying at and then find us." Kate said, almost fully asleep.

"I vote we do it." I said, standing up. "I don't have enough energy to portal us anymore. I need sleep."

"I vote we just go back to the manner. Sure the guys are there, but I just want sleep." Kate stood up.

"I'm okay with that." I shrugged. "I've spent enough to be satisfied."

"Well, I am not." Kori stood up. "I vote we go to the Titan Tower. At least we won't sleep under the same roof as any of them."

"Fine." Kate groaned.

"I will make one more portal." I sighed and used up what little I had left in me to make one. I was so ready for sleep.

When I stepped through the portal the lights were all off in the tower. I groaned as my foot his something hard. Suddenly the lights were turned on. Lucky for us it was just Super Boy.

"What are you guys doing here?" He said looking at the three of us.

"Having a girls night." I groaned as I walked past him and into my rooms. As soon as I closed the door I jumped into bed and fell asleep. Maybe it wasn't a smart choice to teleport around while trying to heal. Oh well.

****

The next time I woke up it was three in the afternoon. I guess getting to bed so late really does ruin your entire day. I got dressed into some comfy clothes and sat out for some food. All that magic I used last night really made me hungry.

When I opened the door, Damian was sitting on the ground reading a book. He looked up at me and within seconds he was on his feet.

"Let me explain." He stepped towards me. "It's not what you think."

"Oh really." I walked past him and into the kitchen. I was so hungry nothing could stop me.

"Yes." He followed me. "I really don't remember much of what happened, but I do know that that girl was not human. She put some sort of trance on us."

I looked at him. Was he really going to tell me that it wasn't his fault.

"Damian, I am an empath. I felt your emotions. I know for a fact that you were feeling love when you looked at her." I turned back to my task at hand. Food.

"You don't understand I didn't have a choice. I..." he faded off.

I grabbed my toast and sat down at the table. Damian slowly came over.

"Your right, I did feel something for her." He had feelings for her.

My heart broke.

"But it wasn't what you think." He quickly added when he saw my face.

"Damian..." I say, just wanting him to leave.

"I know it sounds messed up, but when I tell you that you are the only person I have ever loved... it's the truth." He put his hand on mine.

I moved my hand back.

"You just said you felt something for her." He was holding something back.

"I..." he looked down at his feet. "I thought she was you."

It took a moment for the words to hit me. He thought that girl was me?

"How?"

"I am not sure, but I didn't see anyone but you and you were so sad. I gave you my handkerchief and tried to make you stop crying. Then suddenly you where no where and some stranger was standing in front of me." He glanced up and me and then back down.

"I am so sorry." He said after I didn't say anything in response. This was a lot to take in. Damian's Ora was blue and sad. I knew he was telling the truth, but it was so strange.

"You thought she was me?"

"Yes." He looked up at me. "When I saw that she wasn't I knew I didn't want you to know about this. None of the guys wanted to admit they saw their girlfriends in front of them. We had all done some ridiculous things to try and make her feel better." Damian smiled at a memory. "I did a magic trick for you."

"Really?"

"I pulled a coin from your ear." He looked at me. "Well, it wasn't your ear, but I thought it was."

"Damian, I know you are telling the truth. I am sorry for how we left and didn't hear you guys out." I put my hand on his. "I... was hurt."

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He took my hand and kissed it. "Please forgive me."

"Only if you forgive me." I give him a small smile.

"Of course." He pulled me into his lap. "I also forgive you for spending $3000 dollars on my credit card." He joked.

I gasped. I had forgotten all about that. "I am so..." he cut me off.

"Don't mention it." He kissed my cheek. "How is your side? Alfred told me the bullet a shattered inside you."

"I am fine. Just have a scar." I nodded.

"It's healed?" He tried to lift up my shirt. "It doesn't hurt at all?"

"Maybe just a little." I admit.

He looked at me. "Raven, let's not do this again."

"Agreed." I said, kissing him. It was a warm kiss, and it made all of yesterdays worries disappear. We kissed for a minute longer before we heard someone walk into the room.

"You're forgiving that trader!" Kate pointed a finger at me. I tried to climb off Damian's lap but he held me down.

"Kate, if you would please leave me and my girlfriend alone..." Damian faded in a suggestive way that made me blush. He was giving a grin to Kate, who was only getting angrier.

"Raven, how could you?" Kate looked at me. Just then Kori and Dick walked into the room with a smile on their faces. It seems they had made up as well. "Not you too!" Kate pointed at Kori. "How am I the only one with brains enough to fight the guys looks."

I hid my smile behind Damian's neck. Damian held onto me as if not to let me go.

"Kate, please hear me out!" Roy ran into the room. Kate bolted for the door. "Please, we can go to my parents house tonight if you want. You win!" He chased after her.

"Brother." Damian said, nodding towards Dick as he sat down at the table.

"I see you got to finally speak to Raven." Dick nodded towards me, making me blush. I tried to get off his lap, but Damian held onto me.

"Yes." Damian said.

"He was like a lost puppy last night without you." Dick said to me. "He was very worried that you had gotten badly hur..."

Just then the salt and pepper flew at Dick face. He caught to salt, but the pepper hit him right in the side of the head. I turned to Damian, who was pretending he hadn't just done that.

"Not cool." Dick said, rubbing his head.

"Shut up then." Damian snapped back.

"Fine. I just thought she should know." Dick leaned back.

"Now brother, if you excuse me..." Damian stood up, me with him. "I have to go."

I tried to part myself from him, but Damian carried me out of the room and into his bedroom. He hasn't stayed in this room sense he left for Wayne Manner in two months. Still the room was clean and there wasn't even dust.

Damian plopped me on the bed, with a smile. "Now. I would like to show you how sorry I am." He kissed me.

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years

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Welcome to the Family

I’ve finished writing this installment offically and eeepppp, I’m excited :) I also figured out where I want to go with this, starting to feel like that each installment is getting pretty formulaic and that another thing I’m excited about. I love Jason and I love setting Halley up during his Robin years BUT I also miss writing Tim and Damian like in my Mother’s Day 3-parter sooooo I’ve made a plan and can’t wait to start writing and posting it!

Also I’ve never done any requests or stuff like that before, but if there was anything you guys wanted to see happen in this don’t be afraid to ask!

You’re Taking Up a Fraction of My Mind pt.5

Jason was hell-bent on proving himself to Dick; he was going to make that prick eat his words and admit that he was wrong about him by the end of the night. He knew what he was doing and wasn’t just some dumb knock-off version of him. Too prove he knew how to get a handle of situations like these, he decided on going with a full frontal assault, landing onto the roof of the bank and rolling safely into a standing position. He saw the sky light, walking to the edge of where the cement roof met the glass and looked in.

Two-Face stood off directing his goons on where to go, watching as they raided the bank. Goons walked towards the back of the lobby, most likely making their way to the vaults. Robin noted how the alarms weren’t going off already being disabled. He knew that Gordon would probably be sending units this way regardless being tipped off and Batman saying he’d deal with it; someone had to clean up their mess once they were done doing the cop’s jobs. This whole thing started to give Robin a strange feeling. It was too easy almost. Why would Two-Face tip them off like this? He shrugged it off, preparing himself to break through the glass-

“Are you stupid?” Nightwing gapped at him, pulling him back by his cape. “Going in alone? Ahead of me? All of them are armed, you’d be gunned down the moment you touched the floor. What were you thinking?” Nightwing let him go, pretty sure he wouldn’t try anything now. He pointed to the ledge of the roof. “We climb down, enter from a window a floor above them and sneak ourselves in, take them by surprise, hopefully not all at once.”

Nightwing didn’t give him a second to fight him on the plan, shoving him away from the sky light and towards the ledge, out of sight; if any of them below looked up they would’ve clearly seen Robin’s silhouette. Nightwing rolled his eyes as Robin huffed. The boy relented as he followed Nightwing down the building, landing on the fire escape a floor down. Nightwing was able to shimmy the window up with a tool from his belt and slowly lifted it, letting Robin go in first. He slipped in behind him, gently closing the window once his body was inside the office room.

He took a few steps to get in front of him, moving in the shadows as they crept out of the room and into the hallway. They exited the hallway and were met with a balcony where you could see the lobby area of the bank down below. A man who appeared to be keeping watch of bellow stood a little ways away from them, still oblivious to the two intruders. Nightwing put a finger over his lips, silently telling Robin to stay silent and still as he moved forward.

On the balls of his heels he crept in the shadows behind the man. When he was behind him, he reached a hand up to cover his mouth, the other arm wrapped around his neck, cutting off his airways. He backed them up away from the railing and back into the shadows of the hallway. Once he was sure the man was out like a light but still breathing, Nightwing carefully laid him to rest against the wall. He grabbed his gun and quickly took it apart so it’d be unusable.

He motioned with his hand for Robin to follow him now, speaking softly, “We take the stairs to the vault, take out the ones inside there first, then go to the lobby for the rest.” He signaled to the stairwell that led down to the vaults.

Robin for once nodded, not talking back or doing his own thing first, following Nightwing as they carefully crept down below. He wanted to protest, but he had no other plan ready to pitch and he was prime in bitterness about the roof. He felt his chest tighten when he followed Nightwing into the next hallway where there had been the stairs to get the vaults; he really hated taking orders from him.

“Hello boys,” Nightwing smirked when they reached the bottom of the stairs and away from the lobby above. He smirked when the henchman noticed them and jumped. Where all henchman so stupid? Yes, yes they were, Nightwing chuckled to himself, “Let’s dance,” He quipped, causing Robin to pretend to barf.

Nightwing took the lead, taking his escrima sticks out, letting electricity crackle out from the tips. Jumping in he began his attack, using his weapon to smack against the back of a man’s neck while the other jabbed into another’s stomach. He moved fast, ducking and dodging bullets that flew at him, kicking guns out of hands and swiftly taking out his own set of thugs. He didn’t rely too much on gadgets, using his speed and agility to take down his opponents.

In the middle of the fight he looked up to check on Robin. He was faring just as well, not as fast as Nightwing but his hits were more brutish, the impact of his fists causing the man he knocked down to spit out a tooth. When the enemy appeared to start to get the jump on him, he’d reach to his utility belt, pulling smoke pellets, slamming them down onto the floor, covering his area of the room in smoke. This gave him the advantage, continuing to let him punch out the men coming after him.

The boys breathe in heavily once the room was filled with either unconscious or groaning men, the smoke clearing. “They’re not getting up anytime soon,” Robin smirked, fixing his glove.

“Yeah,” Nightwing jeered, noting what Bruce meant about Jason’s fighting being rough.

“What did I do now?” Jason could sense the sneer in Dick’s tone, placing his hands on his hips in annoyance. “Seriously, there’s no pleasing you is there?”

“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?” Nightwing motioned to the men surrounding Jason on the floor. He looked to Jason before making his way towards the stairs, knowing that the gunshots must’ve already alerted everyone on the main floor.

“I really don’t know why you guys harp so hard on going easy on them. They’re the bad guys.” Jason glared at the back of Dick’s head as he followed.

“They are the bad guys,” Dick nodded in agreement but his voice was softer as he waited to jump back into action. “But we’re the good guys, so you should start acting like it.”

With that Dick jumped into the room, cartwheeling right into his first goon of the room. He easily ripped the gun out of his hand, slapping the bag filled with money away as well. He kicked the man away moving to the next. He could hear Harvey shouting for his men to kill the two vigilante’s while he began to make his way to the door, grabbing whatever bags filled with cash he could hold. He looked surprised to see them. He bellowed for his men not already engaged in the fight, ordering them to grab whatever they could and get to the vans but he stopped when he saw flashing blue and red lights flashing from outside the tall glass windows and door of the bank.

Robin saw this and ran past Nightwing determined to prevent Two-Face from escaping. He took out anyone who stood in his way, bashing in kneecaps and smashing fists into faces. He mowed them down, feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins as he got closer and closer to Two-Face. Taking out a batarang, he threw it, aiming and hitting his target. Two-Face was forced to drop the bag of cash in his hand as the blade of the batarang grazed his hand. He whipped his head around to look at the Robin, both of his faces enraged.

“Ew, you’re as ugly in person as I thought.” Robin mocked disgust, having never had the pleasure of meeting Harvey Dent yet. “And, I gotta say, this plan was pretty lame; I thought you’d be somewhat smarter. You literally told us where you were going to be. It’s like you wanted to go back to Arkham.”

“What are you talking about kid?” Two-Face sneered, pointing his gun out to aim at him.

“The envelope you sent to the police station? You wrote the addresses of where you were going to be. Are you so stupid that you already forgot?” Robin laughed, leaping into the air to avoid the bullet Two-Face sent his way. “Hey, don’t be salty, it’s your own fault you got caught!” He taunted, enjoying the frustrated look on the villain’s face as he rolled out of the way of another shot.

Harvey yelled out as the kid kept dodging his shots, switching over to his machine gun that rested on a strap around his torso, opening fire. Where did Batman get all these kid’s from? He had no idea what the kid was talking about, “I don’t know what you’re talking about kid,”

Robin puffed, nearly getting hit this time but jumped behind a counter at the last second. Two-Face’s voice was thick with aggravation as he grunted, hearing his gun click. Empty, he hissed, quickly reaching for his suit for a reload. Robin peeked his head over the counter, hearing his hesitation. He took the chance to jump out from his hiding place just as Nightwing finished taking down the last of the goons. Nightwing saw his mistake before Robin did and wasn’t all that surprised. The boy just kept proving that he was impulsive. He didn’t even bother trying to call out for him to stop instead raced to get to the pair as Robin reached Two-Face.

Robin kicked the machine gun out of his grasp, the force making him falter and hit the ground. As he was down Robin socked him right in the jaw when his feet touched the ground. Two-Face didn’t stay down for long, pushing himself up, recovering quickly as he pulled a second pistol he had concealed inside his coat pocket. He brought it up to jab into the underside of Robin’s chin, cocking it to let him know he would shot if he moved or try anything. Robin raised his hands up to signal that he wouldn’t, the metal cold against his skin.

Dent pulled him to his chest, so that they both face Nightwing, the gun now digging into the side of Robin’s head. Nightwing dropped his escrima’s knowing not to test Two-Face. He still remembered one of his first encounters with the villain as Robin. He’d been captured and beaten near to death; Two-Face was unhinged and had no problem hurting kids, especially Batman’s.

“Now, Nightwing, you’re going to let me walk out of here,” He said, saying his name like it was a joke. He had a no-nonsense tone to his voice as he continued, “Or else I’ll shoot the kid.” He started to back away, making Robin fall back with him.

Robin opened his mouth to talk, already seeing the look Nightwing shot him to shut the hell up. This kid was a real piece of work, Nightwing noted, his mind rushing to think of a way out of this situation that didn’t end with Robin with a bullet hole in his skull. What he didn’t know was that Robin already had a way out and his mouth was needed for it to work. He had a look of exasperation on his face as he let out a huff.

“You know, taking me as a hostage is probably the only good idea you’ve had all night-,”

“Kid, I will shoot you.” Dent hissed, knowing Robins were known for their mouths.

“Oh, no, I know you will.” Robin nodded, “But I really don’t think that’s a good idea and I swear I’m not saying that to just save my neck.” He continued not biting his tongue. “I just don’t think Batman would try anything funny if you had a hostage, me especially, I’m kinda his favorite now.” He eyed Dick as he let the dig slip out. Feeling spiteful at Dick’s unimpressed and clueless face, another lightbulb lit in his head. “Ha! I’m also the second Robin, and don’t you have some sort of 2 fetish?” Robin moved his taunts back to his captor, feeling the grip the man had on him tightening in anger.

“You little shi-,” Two-Face started but didn’t get to finish.

Robin moved quick, using the distracted state against him and heaving him up and over his shoulders. He let out a breath as he flipped him up and onto the floor. Kneeling down in one swift movement to hold down the hand with the pistol and dealing him a hard punch in the face, rendering him unconscious. He throw the gun aside, rubbing his hands together as he saw Two-Face out cold.

He felt pumped by his take down, almost jumping in place from excitement. He single handedly took down Two-Face, if Batman had only seen that. His self-celebration was cut short as he heard heavy footsteps approaching. It was Nightwing of course and he didn’t look pleased. Please, he’s just jealous he didn’t get to punch Two-Face in the face, Jason smirked, as he got closer.

“That was incredibly stupid.” Nightwing said, kneeling down to make sure Two-Face was really out. When he was pleased that he was he stood back up, towering over the boy. “What if he pulled the trigger while you were taking him down?”

“Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Robin laughed, rolling his eyes as Nightwing made a fussy face.

“That trick might’ve worked on him, but it wouldn’t work on someone like the Bane or Joker, hell, you’re lucky that it even worked on Dent.” Nightwing chastised, as the doors of the bank were flung open, revealing the GCPD; of course they show up once the fighting’s done. Nightwing rolled his eyes, leading Robin out of the building as the cops began handcuffing those inside. “That was pure luck nothing else. Don’t let it get to your head.”

Robin rolled his own eyes again, sick of Dick’s nagging. Once they were outside they noticed Batman arriving as well, going to talk to Gordon who also just showed up. The pair made their way to the two, seeing Gordon moving away to take a phone call. Batman saw the two boys approaching, giving them a curt nod, silently telling them good work.

“Dammit,” Gordon’s voice took their attention. He quickly hung up the phone, shooting Batman a pissed off look. “There’s been an incident at Arkham, Harley broke Joker out.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed at the news, turning to look at the bank. Harvey was being dragged out by officers. He looked back to Gordon before looking to Nightwing. Robin bit his lip, feeling rage take over him. Harvey’s words echoing in his head. He hadn’t sent the envelope to the police and Batman; he’s been set up and they played into it. The Joker must’ve somehow found out about the robbery. He did have his goons set up all over the place, he probably had Harley set some up inside Batman’s Rogue’s ranks.

Jason wanted to groan, realizing what that would mean. He looked at Dick, as he and Batman began to discuss with Gordon how best to track the Joker down. He had said it first, back at the police station. Dick was right, the Joker did in fact send the envelope.

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dcnatural · 4 years

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Getway Car

Word Count: 1446

Pairing: Reader x Joker

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: You and the Joker escape Batman, and you make a hard choice.

“Faster! Faster!”, the Joker screamed, his voice barely hearable above the loud noises of the machine gun.

You hit the accelerator, bringing the car to full speed. The city lights became a blur as you drove faster and faster into the night. Behind you, the Batmobile, as well as many police cruisers, followed suit.

Your heart beat loudly in your chest, adrenaline rushing through your body as you maneuvered just in time to avoid hitting a bus. Your partner in crime continued firing, and by the rear-view mirror you watched as the cars crashed one by one: some because of flat tires and others because their drivers fell dead. Either way, soon they were all gone, leaving only the Bat chasing you.

The Batmobile was seemingly bulletproof, and no matter how many times the Joker shot it, the bullets fell harmlessly to the pavement. “Hand grenade”, the Joker yelled, and you quickly reached into the passenger's seat where the weapons bag rested. Grabbing one of the pineapple shaped bombs, you threw it to him, who removed the ring and sent it flying into a water tower on the side of the road, causing the structure to collapse, flooding the street and, most importantly, blocking the way with it’s massive pillars.

The Joker laughed maniacally, jumping over to the seat beside you and throwing the bag on the floor. “Now, that should take care of Batsy for a while”, he chuckled. His laugh was contagiating and you couldn't help but grin.

“Where to?”, you asked as you stopped the vehicle, waiting for your next orders.

He raised a gloved hand to tuck a loose lock behind your ear, the soft material caressing your skin in the process. “Home, darling.”

* * *

You still remembered the night you first met the Joker as clearly as if it had been just yesterday. You had attended a black tie party, exactly the type of event you hated, but in which your boyfriend, Roman Sionis, just loved to parade you around, like you were the newest shiny prize in his collection. You put up with it, smiling and playing the part of the lovingly girlfriend, just like you put up with his abuse and his lies. You didn't have much choice, even though you didn't love Roman, you couldn't leave, not when he owned half of Gotham's underworld. Leaving him would be a death sentence.

You had been playing with the diamonds in your bracelet when he caught your eyes: a mess of disheveled green hair, pale skin and purple fabric. He stood out in the gray crowd and you found yourself staring at him with increasingly curiosity. And then you froze. For as you watched him carefully, he turned his face, his bright green eyes locking with yours for a second, before trailing down your body. Then, he smiled and made his way towards you. His presence was enough to scare away whoever it was you had been talking to.

Meeting the Joker was the push you needed to finally leave Sionis for good.

* * *

You parked the car in front of the current hideout, an abandoned toy factory. The Joker whistled blissfully by your side, creating a melody that was terrifying and wonderful at the same time. Just like him, you thought. The factory door opened, and three henchman came hurrying to help carry the stolen goods. You let them do the job, turning your back to the car and entering the building. Even with the furniture you had brought in, it still didn't feel like an inhabited place. The air was damp, dust covered the floor and the windows were so stained almost no light passed through.

"Wasn't that one hell of a night?", the Joker asked, passing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. Your whole body went stiff with his touch. Lately, every time he approached you, you felt like running away. His hand slid down your back, fingers playing casually with the waistband of your jeans.

“Not today, J”, you told him, shaking your head and twisting out of his hold. “I’m tired.”

He sneered, lips curling in a weird fashion. “Always a party pooper.”

You sighed. “J…”

He weaved his hand, cutting you off. “It’s fine. Go sleep or whatever. I’ll fend for myself.”

You rolled your eyes, hating that he always made a big deal out of nothing. His drama was very tiring. Leaving him in the makeshift living room, you climbed the narrow staircase and made your way to the small space in which you slept. What once had been a control room, now had been converted into a bedroom: the wide windows were covered with purple curtains, the desk and shelves stored clothes and other personal items and, on the floor, laid a double mattress.

You kicked out your shoes and, not bothering to change clothes, slid under the sheets. The factory was always chilly at night, but this night, it seemed to even more so. You curled yourself into a ball, knees to your chest, chin resting on top of them. You could hear the faint murmuring of the television and the Joker’s laugh coming from down stairs, He’s probably watching one of his stupid old comedy shows. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the noise, focusing instead on how tired you were. It seemed it took you hours to fall asleep, but when you finally did, you were rewarded with a dreamless night.

* * *

The night you ran away with the Joker was the most exciting one of your life. You felt free, as if you had escaped from a prison. Except that the Joker didn’t care about anything, and you soon realized you had got out of the frying pan and into the fire. You drowned the disappointment of this new life in whiskey and vodka.

But Roman didn’t take the break-up easily, and, feeling like you had been stolen from him, soon was chasing after you. During the months that followed, there was a waging war between Sionis and the Joker, with hundreds of innocents dying from the cross-fire. And while it would have been much simpler to just hand you back to Roman, the Joker protected you. And you began to think there was something in him after all, maybe you hadn’t been mistaken. Perhaps there was a chance of a better life by his side. The end of the war came only when the Joker shot Roman in the heart.

And then, just like Bonnie and Clyde, you and your new lover raided Gotham, killing and stealing, partying and drinking. Nothing could stand in your way, not the cops and not even Batman.

* * *

You woke up to an empty bed. Sunlight crept in through the cracks in the wall, making the metal floor glint. You quickly changed clothes and threw the old ones in the growing pile of dirty laundry.

Downstairs, the Joker slept soundly on the couch, the television still on, displaying an old cartoon. Empty beer cans littered the floor, and there was a large bloodstain on the carpet. You avoided looking at it as you walked towards the kitchen, where you prepared a cup of coffee for yourself. You jumped back as a mouse squeaked and ran past you and into a hole in the cabinet.

You looked around the decrepit place, and couldn’t help but think it was a perfect parallel with your relationship. It was a ruin of what it once had been. There was no saving. And if you stayed, you would go down with it.

Returning to the living room, you watched as the Joker chest rose and lowered with his breathing. Forgotten by his side, the large bag containing the profits of yesterday rested. Not far from it, the car keys laid on a table.

Taking one last gulp of the bitter coffee, you picked up the keys, leaving the empty mug on its place. Not making a noise, you crept near where he slept and collected the bag, which felt light on your hand. Since there was still space in it, you walked back upstairs and into the room in which the Joker hid his safe. You had seen him opening it so many times that you had memorized the combination. Typing the code, the door unlocked and you shoved as much money as you could into the bag.

You didn’t leave a note. He had to know this day was coming, you had met him running away from somebody else. He had to have seen it coming. You glanced at the factory one last time before speeding away. Not a tear fell from your eyes.

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incoherentbabblings · 4 years

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First Date (8/9)

Tim has one more test to pass before Bruce will allow him out as Robin. Like Dick and Jason before him, he has to avoid being caught by Batman for one night. He has already failed once, and is determined to succeed this time. Determination which might not count for much when Stephanie Brown is on the run from the mob. Her mother kidnapped as a way to threaten her father, Stephanie manages to escape and run into Tim. Unable to leave Stephanie alone when she is in need, Tim decides to try and multi-task. All he has to do is rescue Stephanie’s mother, take down the mob, avoid Batman, and get Stephanie to agree to a proper date all in one night. Absolute anarchy ensues Ao3 link here!

After exiting the car, Tim had shot up to the neighbouring warehouse, looking down. There was an obvious hole in the roof where Bruce most likely had crashed through. The rain and wind had gotten worse since they had set off and it was a grim early morning in Gotham.

“Oracle, what happened to Batman? Do you know?”

“We made a mistake. We’d assumed that with the number of people out looking for you two, the numbers within the warehouse would be pretty manageable. Ibanescu has more men behind him than we thought.”

“He’d have taken down a few first right, though? Before? He would have gone down fighting.”

Oracle give no indication that she had heard Tim.

“We need a view of the building, I’ll see what the Batmobile can do.”

Tim frowned to himself, finding the entire situation increasingly suspect, but said nothing. He waited patiently whilst Barbara taught Stephanie how to use parts of the car. Barbara had hooked their audio channels together, so he kept silent listening to Barbara’s instructions and Stephanie’s general confusion. He felt a slight ringing in his ears as he felt the sonar pass through him multiple times.

“Do you get the image wherever you are?” Stephanie asked from inside the car.

“I do. Can see there’s about fifteen bodies in there. You two and Batman took out a few on your city travels.”

“Is Batman in there?” She asked.

“Can’t say for certain, it doesn’t give a clear enough picture. It’ll help Tim know what way to enter, so thank you Stephanie.”

“You’re welcome.”

Three men on the top floor, ten on the ground, congregated in two groups. Two further back and off to the side than the others. Possibly Bruce and Crystal, though he wouldn’t know until he crashed in. Sucking in air between his Tim, Tim clambered over to the hole in the roof and tentatively peered down. He had to catch them off guard somehow… He sighed, then spoke to Oracle.

“Going in now. See if she can get the EMP to go off. It’ll cut off my communications, but the other tech should still work. It’ll mess with their stuff real good.”

“Be careful Tim.”

“Promise.”

He leaned over the edge of the hole and grabbed hold of the roof beams that were still intact and could support his weight. He remained up high, creaking wood giving away his position, but the building was so old, and the weather was so bad that the entire structure was creaking regardless. In his ear, he heard Stephanie ask,

“Oracle? How do I set off an EMP?”

“One sec… By the gear stick, there’s a circle of smaller buttons with a big button in the middle?”

“Hit the big button?”

“No. Do not hit the big button.”

“What’s the big button do?”

“Don’t touch it.”

Tim snorted a laugh and struggled to contain it. He moved overhead of one of the three men, waiting for Stephanie to mess with their electronics.

“What can I touch?”

“Bottom right. Hit once, no more than one second. It’s pretty fierce and will knock out a block if you hold it too long.”

Tim turned off his earpiece, knowing it would give a firecracker snap if he left it on, and waited.

Sparks lit up from the inside of the men’s jackets and trousers with their phone’s sparking off, and in one instance a fancy looking gun one man held fizzed so violently he dropped it with a comical squeal, arm almost spasming from the jolt.

Looking at their disorientation, Tim dropped down on one gangster. The force of his weight was enough to make the man’s head ricochet off the wooden floorboards. Before the other two had managed to turn around, Tim fiercely wacked one, then the other, with his bo staff. The three men fell to the ground, out of action.

Easy peasy.

Pleased with himself, Tim made his way across the room, heading for the stairs. Poking his head down, he could see the main hall of the warehouse.

The group of ten was not necessarily what they appeared. Ibanescu stood in the centre of three men and one woman who had congregated to the centre of the room. He was wearing a white suit and holding a comically large gun. To Tim he looked like a Black Mask wannabe. Further up the hall, closer to Tim, was Crystal. She seemed awake, albeit exhausted, but also seemed to be in pain, emotional and physical. Knowing she’d been sat on the cold floor for hours by this point, hands bound uncomfortably behind her, and denied her pain medication she was dependent on, Tim frowned and gripped the stair rail tighter in sympathy. She was sat behind Batman, who to Tim looked unconscious rather than dead. Thankfully.

A pile of five unconscious bodies had been moved to one corner, so Bruce had managed to take out a few before one of them had managed to bonk him hard enough on the cowl to make him plonk to the floor. Tim breathed a silent thank you to Bruce. Five was more manageable.

But why hadn’t they killed Bruce? They must have thought Stephanie had died falling off that bridge, but maybe they were hoping beyond hope that Arthur Brown would show up with the promised money, probably wanted to make a grand spectacle of it all.

Tim checked the roof of the room, seeing if there was another place he could spring off, but nothing suited. He huffed to himself, becoming impatient with his delays. The quicker he moved in, the faster it would be over… one way or another.

Well, no time like the present.

Tim threw a smoke bomb down and followed it quickly by the small bombs that he had accidentally set off nearly twelve hours ago, before he’d left the Batcave. The bright light, loud noise, fog and heat from the bombs was enough to scatter the men. Tim jumped down, using the smog as cover from the ensuing gun fire, and began to kick, punch and strike as hard and fluently as he could. Occasionally, he’d feel the whizz of a bullet shoot by, making him twitch his head instinctively away from the noise, but otherwise no-one managed to land a punch on him. A few members slid away, out of the smoke and into clearer air, but Tim remained within, out of sight. He ran backwards and slid over to Crystal and Bruce. She had managed to curl herself over Bruce like a shield, proving her protective instinct was stronger than her self-preservation. Maybe that was where Stephanie picked hers up from.

Ibanescu called for people to gather round him, his voice nasal and high pitched with fright, and wait for the smoke to clear.

Tim moved towards Bruce to cut through the binding that held his wrists and legs together, Crystal very reluctantly moved back once she realised what Tim was doing. Once the material scraps fell the floor, Tim gestured for her to turn.

She did, but also began asking him, “You’re with him?”

“I am.” With her wrists free, Crystal brought them around to her front, grimacing at the red and damaged skin round her wrists, dried blood and dirty wounds. A sudden thought came to her, and she whirled around and grabbed Tim’s shoulder. Tim groaned at how fiercely she held on, but he did not let go of Batman’s cowl in his attempts to awaken him.

“My daughter –”

“She’s outside in the batmobile. She’s been shot a couple of times but she’s fine. I promise she’s safe and she’s helping me right now. Sit tight until it’s over. I don’t want anymore of you getting caught in the crossfire.”

“She’s alive?”

“She –”

A large explosion ripped a gaping hole in the building. Crystal shrieked whilst Tim floundered at the unexpected interruption. Bruce groaned with the injection Tim had given him waking him out of his temporary slumber.

“Batman, hurry up, wake up…” Tim shook Bruce incessantly. Bruce grunted again, then went to raise himself off the floor.

Somebody grabbed Tim from behind and pulled him up and away from Crystal, who shrieked in alarm. Tim saw that there were two members still standing after his attack and the imploding wall, plus Ibanescu himself, and the man holding Tim. Ibanescu had his gun aimed at the pair, and in a moment of utter panic, he fired the gun, ideally aiming for Tim’s head. The man who held Tim seemed to realise what was going to happen to him and cried out, only for it to be cut off sharply and violently.

Tim froze, limbs still splayed and uncoordinated from being picked up off the floor.

No... way.

The shell went wide and missed Tim, who was too short for the shot, and Tim was suddenly faced with carrying a very heavy corpse on his back. Screeching and generally freaking out, he flipped the body over, thrusting it upwards to rest on one of the numerous hanging platforms used for moving cargo. Tim hadn’t intended to fling it across the room, but his adrenaline and flip had given the body enough momentum to reach a nice height. The upper torso hung off the platform, dripping onto the floor below.

"Oh. Oh crap."

Tim felt chunks of bone and tissue slide of his back and refused to look at the corpse. He turned around to glare the gangster. The two remaining members stared at the body, then to Tim, then to the back of Ibanescu. Looking briefly at each other, the man and woman decided the batmobile was an easier target, and probably safer from stray shells, and ran out to beat their way in.

“Stephanie!” Tim cried out, and went to follow, but Ibanescu raised his gun, and Tim froze. He wouldn’t miss again.

“Enough!” The gangster shouted. Crystal flinched and was unable to stop staring towards the ceiling at the dead man. She began crying. Tim moved back to shield her and a still struggling Batman. He let Ibanescu rant. “Arthur swindled me out of such a sum I couldn’t get the last import… and he’s such a coward he wouldn’t show up to save his wife or avenge his daughter! Fuck it, fuck him, and fuck you and the Bat… this whole night has been spoiled!”

It seemed to Tim that Ibanescu had a higher opinion of Arthur Brown than was probably warranted. He seemed deeply shocked and disappointed (and angry) that the man had not showed up for the sake of his family. Maybe Arthur was smarter (and crueller) than anyone gave him credit for. Tim glanced around the room, trying to find a way to get the gun out of the other man’s grip.

A tasered mobster was thrown back into the warehouse. Tim’s mouth dropped open in pleasant surprise. Stephanie had managed to activate the defence system. When Ibanescu was distracted by the collapsed figure, a batarang whizzed over Tim’s shoulder and buried itself into Ibansecu’s shoulder. Bruce had recovered enough to disarm the threat to Tim. Ibanescu cried out, arm dropping the gun and swinging uselessly. It allowed Tim to rush forward and body slam the man, knocking him to the floor and out cold.

There was a moment of silence, then Tim whooped. “I did it!”

A familiar grunt behind him brought the jubilation to a cold close. Crystal stumbled to her feet, muttering about Stephanie. Slowing his breathing down, Tim rolled over the unconscious man and went to bind him up. He heard the crinkle of Batman’s cape as Bruce rose up, but Tim determinedly ignored him, childishly delaying the inevitable heartbreak.

Tim had just managed to handcuff Ibanescu when Crystal went to run out of the warehouse.

“Wait!” Tim yelled, but he could only watch at the batmobile jerked amateurly into the building, knocking Crystal back onto the floor. “Ah! No, Mrs Brown!” Tim stumbled up, tripping over the man on the floor, and returned to pinning the body down.

Crystal waved a reassuring hand upwards. “Okay… I’m okay. Woo!” She huffed, rolling around on the floor, gaining momentum to push herself back up.

Tim could only stare at the strange older woman, realising more and more where Stephanie got her ability to seemingly brush off things that would cripple another. Tim got the feeling that Crystal Brown was stronger than Stephanie gave her mother credit for, but then again, he was only judging from ten minutes of interaction. The potential was there, maybe, but perhaps it had been beaten down after decades of a toxic husband. Tim felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Batman kneeling down next to him, moving to Tim’s level.

“You can get off him now, I’ll take it from here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, you’ve done enough.”

His tone, as always, was impossible to decipher. Tim felt drops of blood fall on the floor off his hair and clothes, and decided Bruce meant it derisively. Someone had died because of him. He slid off an unconscious Ibanescu, despondent.

“Wait…” He said, as Bruce went to move all the unconscious people into one easy to arrest pile. Bruce paused expectantly. “What happened? You’ve beaten more guys than this. They didn’t have a clue what they were doing? None of them did…”

Batman looked over to the knocked over mother and sighed. “Crystal was... not the most well behaved hostage.”

It wasn’t much of an excuse, but having hung around her daughter for ten hours, Tim nodded in solid empathy.

Stephanie meanwhile has started to rock in horror in her seat, and surveyed the damage she’d caused by blowing open a hole in as structurally unsound building. No-one was left standing, aside from Tim, who was crouched over a suited man next to a conscious Batman.

Her mother thrust a hand on the hood of the batmobile, and wailed a cry as she pulled herself upwards, seemingly aware that her daughter was inside it, and Stephanie burst into tears. Unbuckling in a rush, she ignored the restricting pain of her stomach, and kicked the door open. She fell out of the car, and pulled herself off the cold concrete floor.

“Mom! Mom!” She cried out, clinging to bonnet and waving Crystal over.

Crystal, who looked none the worse for wear, aside from a bruised neck and wrists and a tear stained face, rushed over, careening into her daughter, disturbing the sore leg and gut. Despite the pain, Stephanie’s tears were ones of a relief so sharp it did not compare to the pain of being shot. Her mom was safe.

“They told me you were shot and fell!”

“No that definitely happened. I’m alive though. Somehow.” Stephanie voice was watery and fragile, but she still managed to joke to her mother, who pressed aggressive kisses to her face.

She looked over her mom’s shoulder, watching Batman and Tim converse. She could not see either of the men’s faces. She couldn’t tell how the fight had gone, aside from the fact that they had won. She couldn’t see if Batman was well, if Tim was unharmed, or if the mood was light or angry and somber.

Raising her eyes, she saw a body lying further up on a hanging platform. Its head was missing.

Stephanie froze in her mother’s arms. Was that where the screech had come from?

“Mom…who’s body is that?”

“Oh.” Her mother began crying hysterically. “Oh God. I’m going to need therapy. Some gangster your father had gotten in trouble with… Arthur never showed. He never…”

Police sirens sounded off in the distance, and Tim approached the couple. Stephanie blinked at the dark blood running down his skin.

“You’re hurt?!” She moved from her mother and cradled Tim’s cheek, to which he smiled bashfully and shook his head. He reached up and took her hand in his, squeezing tight.

“No… not mine. Don’t worry, not a scratch on me… Better than him I guess…” His smiled turned sad and the sirens grew louder.

“Did you…?”

Even the possibility of Tim killing someone was enough to make his flush red. “No! No. God no. Ibanescu was aiming for me but missed…”

“Oh. Okay… poor guy.”

Crystal rolled her eyes at Stephanie’s simple but well meaning sentiment and clung to her daughter’s side, unwilling to let go. Tim heard Bruce moving towards the car, and knew the night was over.

“We have to… we have to go now.”

Stephanie’s blinked, realising what this meant, and frantically turned to her mother. “Mom, mommy, this is the boy who saved me right at the start near the pharmacy, kept me safe all night.” Stephanie smiled, eyes wet, feeling very fragile and desperate for her mother to understand what Tim had done for her. She spoke quickly and breathlessly, afraid that Tim would leave before she could explain it all.

Crystal looked at Tim suspiciously and said nothing. Taking a step away, Tim spoke, practically reading Crystal’s thoughts.

“Not true, your bullet wounds and fall off the bridge say otherwise.”

Stephanie frowned and tugged on Tim’s hand urgently, not wanting him to go. “Remember your promise okay?”

He laughed very gently. “Yup, yup.”

“The police will take it from here.” Said Batman, storming up to the trio. He loomed over the three of them, a solid foot taller than Crystal, and several inches more than Stephanie and Tim. He seemed okay but did not offer any explanation for what had happened on the initial rescue attempt. Stephanie supposed she would have to hear it from her mother. He offered as parting words, “I’m sorry this happened to you both.”

His words were kind, but his tone was not, and Stephanie suddenly felt like defending Tim.

“I asked him to stay with me. I couldn’t have gotten through tonight without him.”

“…I know.”

“I’m okay because of him.”

Batman said nothing and went to leave. Stephanie blurted out, “And you? Are you okay?”

Despite the cowl covering most of his face, Stephanie recognized the look of mortification when she saw it. He wasn’t expecting that question, and refused to answer her. Maybe he took it as her demeaning him, when in fact she was being genuine.

Huh. Tim’s behaviour was rubbing off on her.

And then he left, entering the car. The other door was opened, a clear signal for Tim to enter as well. Tim did as he bid and after one last tight squeeze, and a love sick smile, let go of Stephanie’s hand. She returned to her mother’s embrace and watched as the car drove away more smoothly than her or Tim’s attempts to control the vehicle. She stepped out of the building, wanting to watch him go, through the hole she had punched through. Only as she reached the alley she was met by four cars and two vans pulling up. Several armed police came out, guns already held upwards.

Instinctively, both Stephanie and Crystal raised their arms. They had dealt with the police enough times in their lifetime to know what to expect.

“It’s safe!” Crystal yelled across the way, “They’re all subdued… though one…”

They were gestured to enter the squad car, ready to be driven back to the police station.

Stephanie sat down with a gasp, her gut aching something awful. She leaned down and grasped her thigh, massaging the muscle reassuringly. Crystal nervously put on her seatbelt and began rubbing her wrists, smearing drying blood on her hands and forearms. She seemed more focused than Stephanie, and managed to talk to the police officers without sounding like a hysterical woman. It must have been the ER nurse in her kicking in.

Looking out the window as they began to be driven away, Stephanie could see the sun was beginning to rise. She was exhausted, seriously injured and feeling remarkably lost. Her mother breathed a final sigh of relief at finally being safe. They probably weren’t going to given much chance to rest, and would have to recount what had transpired in the past twelve hours.

As they drove through Gotham, Crystal leaned over to her daughter’s side, resting her head on Stephanie’s shoulder. Reaching up, Stephanie buried her fingers in her mother’s hair, giving her the comfort she needed after a night of horror.

“Dad never showed.” Stephanie finally spoke.

“No. The money he stole… I don’t know what he was thinking. Stealing from a human trafficker, like two wrongs make a right? Or was he not thinking at all? He never came. But he knew. They rang him. I heard their conversation…”

“Maybe he knew if he showed up, we wouldn’t have made it.”

“Hoping for Batman to save us first?”

“And he did.”

“Hmph. That boy…”

Stephanie sighed happily. “You’d like him.”

“Does he have a name?”

Stephanie continued to stare at the daybreak, trusting Tim to keep his promise. “Robin. I hope.”

#dc #my fic tag #Tim Drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #update!

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years

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I’m not sure how this bad things happen bingo is supposed to work..... but can we get a newly-struck-out-on-his-own teenage nightwing getting held up by his neck?

X/done diamond/next fire/requested

@badthingshappenbingo

Sorry I took forever, and also sorry in advance of this chapter isn't as great as the others. I hit a major writing block on this one for some reason (hense why I took forever) but I pushed through it. I think it's okay, idk, whatever, I almost kill Dick again so it's all good.

I'll add a keep reading when I get to my laptop.

Also look! I have a bingo coming up!!!!! Yay!!!

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Nightwing landed hard but silent at the top of a metal structure by the dockside. The moon had rose to its highest point and the cool night air, air that was somehow colder than Gotham, breezed past, ruffling his loose hair and sinking through his suit. Below where he perched were a group of classic baddies doing classic baddie business. He watched silently as one hefted a box into a shipping container and another marked a tally on a clipboard.

He didn't know what were packed into those boxes being loaded, but he did know that the man leading the operation wouldn't be taking charge of innocent boxes of cereal. No, Gave Jones—a leading force in Blüdhaven's gangs that was not someone to cross unprepared—dealt in drugs.

Nightwing had been tracking Gave for the better part of a week, which is just a bit shorter than the time Dick Grayson had been in Blüdhaven. He was Dick—Nightwing's—first bad guy since he moved out of the manor, well, first actual bad guy. In the time he'd been in Blüdhaven, he'd definitely had his fair share of criminals show up during his patrols. Back in Gotham, perps got the idea pretty quickly that they had a small window to actually try to mug someone or rob a bank before Batman and Robin showed up, but in Blüdhaven it was like the purge became a reality. Corruption ran all the way to the mayor's chair and cops did nothing about it. Nightwing ran into a criminal every other street all the way into the morning, and even then crime did not sleep. It bled into the day and continued onto the next night. Crime was like a fire ant nest, you can take a couple soldiers and workers out, but they'll continue to swarm and build up until they're fighting back with a nasty bite.

But Gave wasn't a soldier or worker, more like a general. A man no one messed with, who controlled instead of worked. Not quite a queen ant, but taking him out would throw off a whole fleet.

Therefore: first bad guy of Blüdhaven.

Right now, Gave and about twelve underlings and five hired guns moved boxes too and from crates, taking things out and putting others in. Nightwing figured that whatever were in the crates was bad, and whatever they were putting back—probably as an exchange—was just as bad. If not worse. Bad guys usually sell the bad stuff rather than buy it.

Something suddenly crashed and Nightwing tensed as Gave whipped around from where he was counting goods and began to stalk with a face of murder to a young man who dropped a box that he was attempting to lug into a crate. The man whimpered before he hurriedly began to apologise profusely but Nightwing wasn't paying too much attention to that; what he was paying attention to was to the fallen crate with shattered walls, halfway laying on the ground, halfway collapsed into it. Around the cracks pooled a yellow substance that Nighting wished would just go away.

"Of course," Nightwing growled to himself quietly, "of course it's Venom."

It's like every time he and Batman get rid of it, more of it pops out somewhere, stronger and more dangerous. Civilians that use it never learn, at first they take it as an untraceable steroid, and then the addiction gets to them and they turn into raging King Kong's, the only difference is that women they kidnap don't usually end up leaving their meaty fists alive.

It looked like they were sending Venom out of the country, not in. That fact both relieved and worried Nightwing, because at least he knew it wouldn't be Blüdhaven that will be flattened by humans turned Hulk; but third world countries—where, to Nightwing's best judgement, the Venom was most likely going—were harder to infiltrate and clean up. That also meant that somewhere in Blüdhaven was a secret Venom lab that Nightwing hadn't found.

Hopefully, taking out Gave would lead him to that lab.

"How stupid are you! Are you trying to make us lose profit!" Gave was screaming, catching Nightwing's attention.

"Oh heck," Nightwing cursed himself. He was too busy glaring at Venom to notice that Gave had pulled out a gun and was ruthlessly shoving it into the chest of the man who dropped the crate. Other workers averted their eyes and continued their work as the hired guns snickered and watched the cowering man with blood thirsty eyes.

"I'm sorry!" The man sobbed.

"Do you have any idea how much this costs?" Gave snarled and Nightwing flexed his muscles when Gave's finger brushed over the trigger of his gun. "This is coming out of your paycheck!"

Nightwing watched as Gave suddenly stopped yelling and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Nightwing instantly knew what was going to happen.

"Or, we can just eliminate your paycheck all together," Gave said with an evil smirk.

The man got a confused look, and then a look of dawning spread through his features and he attempted to back up in horror.

Okay, enough is enough, Nightwing thought with a sigh. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, but letting one casualty—even that of a criminal—slip by wouldn't make Nightwing that much of a bigger person. Ends don't justify means and all that stuff.

Gave readjusted the hold on his gun and Nightwing grabbed an escrima stick from the holsters strapped to his back—heavens above did he love his escrima sticks, definitely a step up from a pole—and launched it through the air. It whizzed and hit directly on Gave's gun hand, snapping the weapon out of his fingers and probably breaking a couple small, fragile bones. Gave screamed in pain as a shot of electricity—god he loved his escrima sticks—ran through his body, disorienting him just enough for Nightwing to remove himself from his perch and begin his attack.

He quickly dodged and hid behind a beam of metal scaffolding when one of the hired guns did the admittingly smart thing and fired in Nightwing's direction, where the stick came hurtling from out of nowhere. Nightwing saw another hired gun leave his spot and start running over, but Nightwing didn't worry too much about that guy, he was heading towards juuuust the wrong direction.

Silence fell over the group of criminals as Gave spat and hissed like a wounded alley cat, clutching at his hand and swearing up the wall.

"The fuck?!" Gave screamed finally and the man he had been previously threatening whimpered. "Was that!?!"

"I think it's that Batman wannabe," sad a hired gun that run over to Gave's side, probably to protect him for another flying stick. He was eyeing the offending stick—that was casually sitting on the asphalt like it hadn't just broken a man's hand—with distrust.

Nightwing both bristled and smirked at the recognition in the hired guns voice. Finally he was gaining a rep in Blüdhaven, but it still stung to be compared to Batman. Maybe he should just tell everyone that he used to be Robin. That'd scare em.

Gave growled unintelligently and started to command the hired guns to find "that Batman copycat" and at the workers to work faster. Nightwing squeezed himself into a nook when he saw the gun that had ran over to find him had turned in his direction. At that same moment, Gave grabbed the cowering worker with his good hand and shoved a syringe into the man's arms.

Nightwing's blood froze when Gave hissed, "make yourself useful."

"Crap."

He spun from his hiding spot and ran in the shadows directly to the hired gun. The hired gun only got to see Nightwing for a brief second before Nightwing has roadhouse kicking him over the temple. The man let out a strangled sound of surprise and then fell to the ground, knocked unconscious. Nighting continued his sprinting, jumping bar to bar until he was down on ground level, but he was too late.

The man who dropped the crate dropped the syringe onto the ground with shaking hands.

"Crap." Nightwing repeated.

The man doubled over and clutched at his stomach, erupting into a painful scream as muscles we're already rippling and growing at a gross and alarming speed. Nightwing jumped from the shadows and sprinted through the dock, alerting every criminal there to his presence in quite a spectacular way—"oh where's that Nightwing guy? Woah, he's running suddenly towards us!!!"—and jumped onto the back of the Venom infested man. He whipped out his other stick and tried to knock the guy out, but the Venom took over and the man threw Nightwing with a mighty yell that would make the Hulk jealous.

A fist that was five times the size it was a couple seconds ago knocked into Nightwing's side and sent him hurtling through the air in a similar way his escrima stick had a few minutes ago. He let out a moan when he felt his ribs give in just a bit as he spun in the air. Thankfully, he quickly orientated himself and landed—albeit sloppily—on the pavement before launching himself to the side as bullets sprayed where he had just been. The bullets ricocheted off the asphalt and kicked up bits of stone and sparks.

Nightwing flipped across the ground and grabbed his other escrima stick before taking cover behind a shipping compartment, the sound of bullets hitting metal followed him.

"GET HIM." Someone, probably Gave, screamed through the gunfire.

Nighting only had a second to catch his breath and convince his brain to ignore his jostled ribs before a hand three times the size of Nightwing's hand slammed around the corner of the container, each of its sausage like fingers sunk deep into the metal, bending it in ways that shouldn't be possible. The container was whipped aside, flying through the air and landing on the scaffolding Nightwing had been hiding at a few minutes ago and knocking the whole structure over. Nightwing barely had time to think that the Venom this time was either extremely strong or shouldn't be taken by the vial before he was back flipping out of the way of the hand belonging to the man turned monster. Metal screeched as scaffolding collapsed on itself and the monster in front of his yelled in a chaotic rage. He swung another blow and Nightwing just barely was able to bring his sticks in front of him to at least block the blow.

The force of the blow alone hurt like a mother, but Nightwing was able to force the hit to his side and the monster ended up slipping and hitting the ground with enough power to shake the ground and make a hand shaped print in the asphalt.

Nightwing didn't give the monster any time to recover before he jammed the ends of his escrima sticks into its side, feeding it enough electricity to knock out a gorilla. The monster screamed and spasmed before, in one last attempt, it the out it's arm and swatted Nightwing aside like he was a fly. The monster stumbled and fell to its knees, but Nightwing was more worried about trying to land once again without jostling his ribs that he was sure a few were broken now. He wasn't so lucky this time, he ended up rolling on the the ground quite a few times before coming to a painful stop.

Everything went silent as Nightwing did his best to not throw up.

"Is… is he dead?" Asked a voice, not Gave.

"I don't know, go check!" Ah, there is Gave.

Nightwing heard multiple pairs of footsteps begin to approach him and he went still, playing dead for the moment. A foot jammed into his side and it took all of his training to not grunt out in pain.

"He looks dead to me," the man who kicked him said. Nightwing waited a few more seconds before two more footsteps arrived. His eyes shot open and he launched his attack with a complicated spin on his hands with his legs in the air—it looked more like a hip hop move, but it was still useful for fighting. His ribs protested in pain as his feet connected with the faces of three out of four conscious hired guns and he flipped onto his feet and got into a fighting position. Because of his ribs, the move wasn't as effective as he would have liked, only knocking one of three out and making the other two stumble.

Nightwing launched his attack viciously. There were two burly looking men standing in front of him with guns they definitely knew how to use, so he had to act quickly before they got the idea to pull their triggers. Nightwing went to hit one of them with his escrima sticks and watched the other one carefully—who was standing off a bit looking pissed off.

The man—who seemed to be buff and fast—dodged to the side and went to sucker punch Nightwing's side, which Nightwing just barely managed to block with his other hand. He quickly returned attack and bitch slapped him across the jaw with his stick. The man stumbled back with a moan and Nightwing was instantly under attack from the other hired gun. He gasped as meaty arms wrapped around his middle, trying to knock him down wrestling style, but Nightwing planted his feet and grabbed his shoulders. His ribs ached with fire yet he continued to ignore it as he shoved the other man away and threw his escrima stick at the first thug who had been trying to aim his gun without hurting his partner. The gun flew out of his hand and Nightwing sprinted towards him to finish him.

The man recovered quickly, which was a sad fact about much Blüdhaven criminals. They weren't skittish like Gotham scum, but hardened criminals that really knew how to fight.

And the fight continued, a fight filled with Nightwing throwing sticks and dodging punches from two men who could be mistaken as bears.

At some point, Nightwing lost both of his Escrima sticks and his hair began to stick to his forehead. He hadn't had a fight this intense in awhile… which is why he had tried to wait for a better moment. He was using his forearms to block blows from the two men who decided to proceed onto him at the same time and slowly backing up with each blow. He growled and was just about to finally return a punch when both the men got horrified looks on their faces and backed away.

Nightwing was just able to feel a little confused before his whole upper body was encased in a giant hand.

He couldn't stop the agonized scream that escaped his lips when the hand squeezed violently before throwing him across the courtyard.

Nightwing landed hard against one of the containers, knocking every body part he had against cold metal, before he flopped down onto the ground. Before he could even take a shuddering breath, he was dragged up to his feet by the Hulk and lifted up by one hand around his neck.

Now he really wished he had that time to take a breath, and now he's being strangled when he's already out of air.

He felt blood trail down his forehead and leak over the lenses of his mask as his feet dangled helplessly below him. The monster was holding him up at arm's length, a length that was just barely out of Nightwing's kicking range. He brought his hands up to the hand around his neck and clawed as hard as he could, both trying to get out of the grasp and hold himself up by something other than his neck.

Nothing was working and his ears were ringing.

To his side, he noticed Gave poke his head out from behind a compartment—the coward—and smirk at Nightwing's. One of the hired men brushed off his hands like he did all the work.

Gave walked up to where Nightwing dangled and his grin widened. "This is the Batman copycat? Pathetic."

"He fights like he's used to someone having his back," one of the guns said.

Nightwing lost the next thing to be said in his own ringing hearing and blurring vision. He felt hot breath on his face and the hand around him felt cold as ice.

He let one hand fall to blindly search for something.

"Just finish him-" someone said through the ringing.

Where…

There.

He grabbed his grappling gun and jammed the pointed end into the hand holding him up.

The monster wailed and dropped Nightwing like a rag doll onto the ground. Nightwing didn't like hurting people, there's a reason he used blunt force weapons instead of sharpened batterangs, but in that moment he was so deep in fight or flight that he didn't care. He somehow kept a grasp on the grapple and it slid out of the monsters palm with a slick pop with him as he landed hard on the ground. Before anyone could question what happened, Nightwing took the arguably heroic—though at the moment he felt like a coward—way out. With black rimming his vision and his whole body in total agony, he shot the bloody grapple towards the distance and retreated. He kept going until the smell of the sea was far behind him and his legs gave out. He stumbled in the dark streets and slid against one of the buildings brick walls, breathing hard.

"Damn," he whispered as the clouds opened up to rain.

"Damnit."

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Wow, whole chapter fit on the post. Neat. That's a first.

#Nightwing #dick Grayson #badthingshappenbingo #bthb #batman #dcu #detective comics #whump #fan fic #jin writes #for like jin finally wrote #gosh this took forever #sorry if this one was a disappointment #ill do better next time

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kdenbibi · 6 years

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Ya Rouhi

Authors note: “(H/n)” stands for hero name. My hand slipped and I wrote an angsty dami fic no one asked for lol if y’all want a part 2 let me know//??////////?//////??////?/ also i used google translate for the Arabic so forgive me if theres any mistakes, Ya Rouhi should translate to “You are my soul.”

Warnings: A N G S T Y as heck, blood, and violence, swearing

Summery: You have bad timing.

He had contingency plans for everyone on the team, back ups for his back ups and his glorified fanny pack of a belt had nearly everything one would need in case of emergency, the family business only went so well because of the almost concerning amount of planning that went into every patrol and every mission.

He prided himself on being ready for anything life threw his way.

So why didn't he see this coming?

Your mission was supposed to be simple, boring even, you were tasked with Terra to investigate a suspected gang hide out.

You bid everyone a casual goodbye, your eyes lingering on Damian's longer than the rest, it caused the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards.

"See you around pretty bird." He nodded biting back a grin, turning and going to the monitor room to be your look out for the mission.

At this point no one questioned why he happened to be look out every time you went on a mission without him, they were too scared of his reaction but they knew, something was definitely going on between the grumpy boy and yourself.

This unspoken thing between the two of you was understood throughout the team, anyone who looked at the two of you together could pratically see the love you had for each other rolling off of you in waves, which would be the first step to your downfall.

A few hours after you headed out with the newest Titan, Damian checked in for a status update.

"(h/n) report? Any signs of the gang?" He'd never admit it out loud but he was obviously nervous anytime you had to go on a mission without him, it's not that he doubted your abilities but he always felt better if he was there to have your back.

After a few tense moments the com cracked to life lifting a weight off his shoulders.

"Negative Robin, so far it's just this weird warehouse and a whole lot of dust."

"Me and Terra are going to split up, she'll sweep around outside and I guess I'll- wait hold on I think I found something." Damian leaned on the edge of his seat waiting for more information.

"Be careful (h/n)." He spoke trying not to sound as concerned as he was.

"Don't worry about me R, I'm a big girl I can handle myself- sides' if I don't come home who's gonna put up with you?"

Damian felt himself smiling before he cleared his throat and responded.

"Any sign of activity?"

"That's the weird part, this place is more ghost town than it is active gang hide out- where'd we get that tip anyway?"

"It was anonymous ." I answered, the gut feeling that something wasn't right crawled into my mind. "Do one more walk around then head back-" your voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Just out of curiosity, on the blue prints for this building did it mention anything about a super creepy elevator leading down to an equally creepy high tech lab?"

"No-"

"Okay then, either this gang is selling something other than weed or we got a problem on our- "

The line was suddenly overtaken by static, which caused the young Wayne's eyes to go wide, they were on one of the most advanced systems in the world there shouldn't- no couldn't have been interference that bad.

Unless someone sabotaged your equipment.

"(N/n) get out of there now, this is bigger than you, I repeat grab Terra and retreat now- wait for back up." At this point he'd left the desk he was sitting at and began to dress himself in his gear. After another thirty minutes of trying to reach you he prepared the team for a rescue mission, they all gathered in the monitor room to play back your audio transmission in case they came across anything.

"Are we clear on the plan? I'll take the-"

"Damian."

Your voice spoke out so suddenly, taking everyone in the room by surprise, the screen flickered to life showing your bruised and bloodied face.

"Hey." You called giving your team a bloody crooked grin.

He stared at the screen in disbelief.

"(h/n)?"

"Damian I don't have much time." You wheezed out struggling in vain against the tight rope that had you bound.

"What the hell is going on (Y/n)?! Where is Terra? Who attacked you?!" He yelled, hands clenched so tight they began to hurt. The team watched on in silence and fear.

Instead of answering you swallowed thickly and glanced off screen, soon a figure walked on screen to gently pet your head.

"I'm glad you could join us baby bird, me and (Y/n) here have just been getting to know each other, she's a sweet girl, I see why she caught your eye."

Deathstroke's unmistakable voice called out from the screen.

Damian's blood ran cold.

"You picked a firecracker I'll tell you that much." He said rubbing his jaw where a crack in his mask had began to form no doubt from your famous right hook.

"Slade if you touch her again I'll send you to hell myself."

This earned a deep chuckle from the man as he walked towards the camera.

"You'll what? Throw me in jail? Let's not kid ourselves here runt, you've lost your edge, all that hard work and for what? You to go soft." He slowly made his way to your crumpled form.

Yanking you upwards by your hair he bared your throat only to casually press a knife to the soft skin.

"You're weak Damian, you can't hope to save anyone let alone her."

Damian began to panic even more, he knew Slade could end you with a flick of his wrist right now, no matter how much he wanted to lash out he had to play his game until he came up with a plan.

"This is a personal matter between me and the runt, would you mind giving us some privacy?" He spoke to the rest of the team who ahd gathered around the screen.

They all shared a look, knowing it was best to listen to them they silently left the room.

All Damain could do was nod his head, never in his life had he felt this helpless.

"I will admit this kid has some guts, wouldn't tell me anything even when I started cutting away at her."

"What do you want?" Damian asked, voice deadly calm. His chest heaved in ragged breaths at he switched from looking at Slade to the knife.

"Everything she knows about the Titans."

This earned a laugh from your broken from,

"Never gonna happen asshole."

Slade quickly threw you to the floor, chair and all, before swiftly kicking you into the wall.

"-As you can see, she's more stubborn than you, so I'm switching tactics."

"I want personal records of everyone on the team delivered to this location in thirty minutes, just you, no back up, no bats."

"Okay, let her go, I'll have them on a drive for you as soon as I know she's safe." Damian spoke without missing a beat. A part of him was ashamed for folding so soon, but his fear was making rationalizing impossible.

A deep rumble of a laugh left the assassin's mouth.

"Looks like you're not a big an idiot as they say." He walked off screen once more only to come back with a timer.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, though if I were you I'd hurry up, your girlfriend here won't last much longer."

Damian went to work typing at the computer, pulling up his friends files and information, he didn't know what the timer was counting down too but it didn't take much imagination to know when it got to zero you'd be out of time.

Slade appeared to have left because you shot up like a bullet. Apparently his last kick sent you crashing so hard the chair you were strapped to broke, giving you a chance.

"That dickhead sure packs a punch."

"Don't worry I'm going to fix this-"

"It's pointless Damian don't do it."

His head snapped up to glare at you before he continued typing.

"Shut up, I'll give him the information, save you then get it back before he knows what hit him, I just need you to stay awake for me can you do that beloved?"

A goofy grin found its way on your bruised face as you got closer to the screen.

"You called me beloved."

"Yes, I'm going to be calling you that for the rest of our days because you're getting out of this you understand me? This is going to be a story you tell our kids."

"Now we have kids? You haven't even taken me to dinner."

He looked away from his task to give you the best half of a smile he could manage.

"Yet."

Your smile fell as you looked off screen to take in your surroundings.

"Dami stop."

"No I can do this I just need to concentrate."

"Damian please." Your voice was stern, despite your shaking form.

"The elevators down, I got a useless leg and even if i somehow managed to make it up all those stairs-" His typing finally stopped as he looked at you.

"Look I'm no Batman but I'm pretty sure this place is rigged to blow." You spoke glancing at the timer with a look he couldn't pin down.

Fear, anxiety, acceptance.

"Don't come- I know what you're thinking but there isn't a way out this time." Your voice cracked as you stared at his face through the gritty camera .

"This was never about information, he wanted you to come here so you'd be killed too."

"Stop talking as if you're already dead!" He yelled trying to hold back his own tears.

"I can do it..." He spoke in a broken voice trying his best to think of a way out.

"This isn't on you Dami you hear me?" You spoke through your tears completly ignoring him.

"I love you- and I know I have the worst timing ever and these are kinda shitty last words but I'm freaking out a little and I know it's selfish to ask but please stay here- with me."

He looked up from the floor to meet your eye.

"Ya Rouhi." He spoke in his mother tongue, and you didn't know Arabic but you didn't need to, to know he felt the same.

Seconds felt like hours as your screen began to shake, alarms wailed in the distance as whatever device Slade had set began to go off throughout the building.

Your hair fell loosely around your head, the blood and dirt caked on your skin did nothing to hide your beauty, now with tear stained eyes you managed to look like star. You graced him with a smile, never looking away from him, despite the growing destruction around you.

You opened your mouth to say something, what that was he'll never know, because in an instant the screen went black.

A lost connection logo blinked at his still form.

Everything and nothing ran through his mind all at once.

He felt his knees hit the floor. Ice spread through his chest as he tried to move, to go to you, to tell someone, to do something-

But the ice in his veins had settled, and the light in his eyes was gone.

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lyonrhodes · 5 years

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One Bad Day #12: Haunted

Red Hood x OC, Batman/DC Fan Fic

Summary: Dora has lived in Gotham her whole life and is accustomed to the rampant crime and corruption. Her life gets worse when Black Mask takes over the city. She thinks all hope is lost but a new vigilante appears, calling himself the Red Hood. However, he’s not your typical knight in shining armor. Dora must decide: does she dare fall in love with a revenge-driven killer? (Romance, Crime, Action)

Chapter 12: Haunted

Dora stood in the Alibi—the old Alibi; the way her father had left it. The Alibi she grew up in, with the cracked floors, the splintered tabletops, mismatched chairs, and patchwork upholstery. The way it looked before the massacre.

The lights flickered and dimmed.

She was not alone.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from the shadows, crawled across the floor, and swirled around her ankles. In a sudden gust, all the smoke swept into the center of the room and coalesced into him. The man in the red mask.

As if to prove he was solid, he held out his gloved hand. She hesitated, looking into the glowing white eyes of his mask. He removed his gloves and beckoned again. This time she took it.

In a rush of wind, he swept her to the pool table.

He had her pinned. His body pressed hers into the table so she could not get away.

But she didn’t want to escape. Before she knew it, she had taken off his mask and her lips were all over his, as eager and hungry as he was.

He lifted her onto the pool table so he wouldn’t have to bend down to kiss her. He took off her glasses and ran his hands through her hair, down her arms, until he reached her hips. He slid his hand under her waistband, eager to continue.

But she pushed him away. He got the message. He stepped back, removing his boots, armor, and fatigues. Watching him, she slid off her top to catch up, but before she had tossed it away, he was back, removing her jeans, sneakers, and underwear, caressing and kissing her body as he discarded each piece of her clothing.

Fully naked, she crawled back on the table and he followed. In seconds they were entwined and lost in each other. Her hands roamed all over the scarred skin of his hard arms and back, while his hands kneaded the smooth skin on her soft chest and thighs. It was the best she had ever felt. She wanted it to last forever, but they were going too fast. If they kept on like this, the passion would engulf them in flames and burn out too quickly. But it had been so long since she had been this close to another person. She needed this. The hunger in the way he moved told her that he needed it too.

She pushed him away to allow them both to breathe, to pace themselves, to feel each other. She cupped his face and directed his gaze at her. He was fully unmasked for the first time, but his features felt familiar, as if he had never worn that mask in the first place. His eyes were pale blue, almost gray.

His movements finally slowed and she slowed down with him. They savored the moment, and each other. She was losing herself in his eyes.

Then without warning, he flipped her over and pinned her to the table, massaging her neck and shoulders with his mouth. She felt his hot breath on her back. He was rough. The table beneath her was as hard and unyielding as he was. But she didn’t mind. She loved it. The pressure was building and release was so close.

Something moved in the corner. He didn’t notice, but she did.

A heavy-set man lurked by the bar. There was nothing above his shoulders. He was holding his own severed head in his hands. It was glaring at her.

With empty eye sockets. Oozing blood.

Dora shrieked and tumbled off the pool table. Her lover dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. The cloud roiled and swirled, growing into a turbulent haze that engulfed the whole barroom, casting everything in shadows.

Seven more men materialized around her to join the first, their loud breathing raspy and wet. They were ghouls, misshapen and broken, riddled with bullet wounds, and covered in blood. She recognized them all. Their faces have been haunting her for weeks.

“Go away!” Dora screamed. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything!”

A broken man shambled forward from the crowd, holding out a gun by the barrel, urging her to take it. He grunted something apelike she could not understand.

“No, I don’t want to...” she pleaded.

He limped closer, his voice hacking. He thrust the gun at her. Her father’s Colt.

She looked at his face. She knew this one especially well. The bloody hole in his cheek where she had shot him.

It was him. Her first kill.

He smiled at her recognition, blood dripping from his shattered grin. Glassy white eyes leered at her exposed body.

“No, don’t...” She crawled away, trying to cover herself, but she bumped into another body. She looked up.

It was Leslie, clad in a bloodstained labcoat, glaring at her with a face full of contempt and loathing. She shouted, her voice thunderous and deafening. “Whore!”

Dora jolted awake.

Her heart pumped so hard she thought her chest would burst. Her ears rang and she was covered in sweat.

She threw off the covers, and put her feet on the ground. The cold concrete on her bare soles refreshed her a little, and she remembered where she was. The cellar underneath the bar, sleeping on the cot. Her father’s hideout.

It all came back in a rush. Putting the finishing touches on the bar. Unpacking the liquor, printing the menus, setting up the cash register. Begging promoters on social media for a mention. The bar would re-open later this week, but there was still so much to do. She had been too tired to walk back home, even though Rochelle tried to insist on getting an Uber. Dora argued that every penny counted, so she decided to crash in the cellar. It happened often these days.

Peeling off her sweaty tank top and tossing it away, she stood. At the sink, she splashed cold water on her face and chest to dispel the turbid thoughts and feelings twisting inside her. Sheer guilt and utter shame... and unrelenting arousal. Altogether she felt... dirty. The ghost of Leslie’s voice echoed in her head. “Whore!”

So many people killed in such little time, while she watched—and what had she done to save them? Nothing. In some cases, she had almost prayed for their deaths. Yet, here she was, yearning, longing for the man that had killed most of them, and helped cover up the one she killed herself.

Despite her hopes that the nightmares would fade away with time, they persisted instead. It was always the same cast of ghouls, but the person berating her rotated. Leslie, Carla, her mother, Rochelle, Holly... her father. They were getting worse, and more frequent, all while the sex with Red Hood was getting more passionate, more rough, and her climax was getting closer.

The bottle of whiskey they had shared was still on the coffee table. The expensive as fuck Lagavulin that was older than either of them. She hadn’t touched it since that night, but now she took it and gulped down a long swig.

It burned in her throat the whole way down, but she didn’t mind. It hurt in the best way. It tasted like him. Its scent was on his breath the last time they kissed.

Dora washed it down with several handfuls of water from the sink. There was lots to do tomorrow and she couldn’t afford to be hungover.

As she laid back down on the cot, drowsiness was already enveloping her, and Red Hood edged his way into her mind again. Shirtless, unmasked. In her dream, she had seen his face and recognized it. It was the first time ever. He had beautiful blue eyes that felt comforting and familiar to her. However, his features were already fading away. She pinched her eyes shut, trying to recall his face, but she couldn’t picture him, as typical of dreams. What did it matter? She didn’t really know what he looked like, it was just her horny imagination running wild, desperate for intimacy.

She didn’t let it frustrate her, because still seared and permanent in her mind was the feel of his body, the smell of his hair, and the sound of his voice. She let those memories play as she slid her hand down her stomach... to the place he didn’t have the chance to touch the last time they were together.

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storiitime · 6 years

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Green Euphoria

Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn

Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Rated M

Word count: 2621

Events take place after Suicide Squad.

It was a gloomy, rainy night in Gotham; the streets were covered in an inch of rain and very few cars were out, making it strangely quiet. While most of the city was at home in their warm beds, you unfortunately were a part of the dark underground that came out at night to do things normal people couldn’t even imagine. It’s not as though you chose this life, though. You had no other choice. You sat in the backseat of the black Escalade staring outside, watching the droplets roll slowly down the window. As the street lamps went by and illuminated the tiny droplets, the events of that fateful day replayed in your head.

It was like a scene from a horror movie; blood splattered the walls from the bullets, broken glass, papers, clothes, and jewelry covered the floor. On top of the mess lay the bodies of your roommates, large holes in the middle of their foreheads. You sat on your knees, your hands bound and tape covering your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks. One of your roommates had been falsely courted in a club by a man who worked for a mafia group in Gotham. He pretended to court her to gain her trust, enough to take him back to your home where you and your two best friends lived. It turned out his job was to find vulnerable women whom they could abduct and use as weapons.

You were in bed, half asleep when you heard them enter your home. They came in a pack of six, all dressed in black and wearing animal masks. They forced the three of you on your knees in a row while they looked you over. Who knows what criteria they had been searching for, but they had decided that you were the only one they would keep.

“This one will do, kill the others.” The one in the bear mask spoke, looking you up and down. You tried to scream through the tape, but you couldn’t let out a sound. You could do nothing as you watched them shoot your friends one by one. “Search the place, take any valuables. Bring her to the van.”

You flailed violently as two of them dragged you out of the home. They pulled you out into the cold street and threw you into the back of a white van. Shortly after closing the door, you saw one of the men walking out of the house, a gas can in hand. Putting a cigarette through the mouth slit of his mask, he took out his lighter and lit it, then throwing it into the trail of gas. The house was quickly engulfed in flames. You watched in horror, unable to process what had happened so quickly. All the men jumped in the van and began to drive away. Before they forced your head down, you caught a glimpse of what looked like Batman, standing on the roof of a nearby building, watching as the van drove off. As time went on, you would come to hate Batman for not doing anything to save you or your friends.

The events that followed were all a blur, but from what you could remember you had been taken to an underground facility and forced to ingest a disgusting substance through a tube in your nose that burned the inside of your entire body. You would later come to understand that it was a mixture of unknown chemicals that changed the genetic makeup of anyone it came into contact with. Over the next few days, you were locked in a dark holding cell. All you could remember was the way your insides felt. It was painful for the first couple of hours, but then it turned into something indescribable; something surreal. When you looked over your body, you didn’t notice any change, but you knew something was different. You could feel a change in your being. You noticed you were more flexible; as you found comfort the next few days in putting yourself in strange positions that you couldn’t do before. One of your favorites had been doing the splits on the floor and bending backwards, much like a ballerina (arms in the air and toes pointed and all). There were also strange times when you would enter a state of extreme euphoria; everything felt amazing and you would barely be able to stand from your trance of pure bliss. Your eyes would roll to the back of your head as you laid on the ground, rolling around in ecstasy. However, deep anxiety began to become a part of your everyday life, and using your power was the only way to escape it.

A few days later they took you out of the cell. You learned that they had kidnapped many other women and forced them to take the same substance. The mafia group wanted to create human weapons with abilities that would help them on jobs. After many tests and experiments, they were unhappy to learn that you had developed the least useful ability out of the group. You had the ability to bring others into a state of euphoria through touch. They had no idea how your power developed, as they came to the conclusion that something in your personality most likely triggered it. You had no idea what it could have been, but you didn’t mind not knowing. You could use your power to escape reality for all just a few moments of pure bliss, you could escape the hell that you had been plunged into. The mafia put you to work as an escort, pairing you up with very important business men and putting them into your euphoria to get information out of them. The leader of the mafia also took a liking to you, or more so your ability. He would make you come to his hotel room at night and use your ability on him while you were forced to perform sexual acts on him.

The world had turned into a grey, dull hell for you, and there seemed to be no way to escape it.

“Be ready, we’re almost there.” The driver said, pulling you out of your thoughts. Tonight’s job was at a club in the heart of Gotham, one you had never heard of before. The man you were escorting was an arms dealer who was expected of ripping off millions from your boss. Your mission: cozying up to the target enough to get him alone and then extract information from him. It was nothing new.

You heard your phone buzz in your clutch and took it out to read the text message. It was from the boss, it read: “Don’t fuck this up, the target is important. Hurry back too, what you’re wearing tonight makes my cock hard.” You cringe at the thought of him hard, thinking about it almost makes you sick. You put your phone back into the clutch and took out a compact to inspect yourself. Your makeup was perfect; a donned a dark-brown smokey eye with heavy lashes, a nice contour, and nude lips. Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun with curly strands hanging down. You wore a sleeved black lace dress that barely went past your rear and a plunging neckline that exposed most of your breasts. Black stilettos adorned your feet. To others you probably looked stunning, but the only thing you could see was the lifeless eyes looking right into you from your reflection.

As the car came to a halt, you put your compact away and stepped out of the car. On the outside, it seemed like a dive with huge bouncers guarding the door. For a moment, you felt you might be overdressed. They took one look at you and without question let you step through. Once inside, your eyes shot open. Everything seemed so expensive; gold everywhere, crystals and beads hanging from the ceiling, gold stripper poles and cages where almost naked girls danced to the loud music. The people inside were dressed just as nice as you, if not better.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you went to go sit down at the bar. You were surprised to see the bartender wearing a batman mask and a suit. “Cosmopolitan” You ordered. While he went to prepare your drink, you looked around. It was such a big club with so many people, you didn’t know how you were going to find your target. While you waited you tried to look around to scope him out. You noticed a dancer on stage was attracting a lot of attention but you couldn’t see past all of the people. He brought you your drink but when you opened your clutch to pay he stopped you. “It’s already paid for.”

“By who?” You asked. He pointed to a VIP area towards the back near the stage. Deciding it was only polite to go and thank your patron, you head towards the area. Before you could enter, you were stopped by what seemed to be body guards.

“She’s with me.” You heard a voice call from inside. The guards stepped to the side and watched as you walked inside. It was much quieter in the VIP area, but was even more lavish than the rest of the club. When you saw who was sitting on the couches, you froze. One was definitely your target, and you assumed the one who had sent you the drink based on the way he was motioning you to come forward. He wasn’t the reason you were frozen in your tracks, though. Sitting across from him was a man in a purple and gold suit with gold chains and pale white, tattooed skin and dark green hair. His lips were red and his eyes were deep set and piercing. It was the Joker, no doubt about it. You had heard stories about him and had seen the things he was capable of, but you had never laid eyes on him. He was infamous and terrifying, yet here he was sitting right in front of you, staring right through you with his sharp eyes.

“Come here baby,” The target motioned for his lap “I hope you’re liking your drink.” Having trouble escaping the Joker’s gaze, you slowly make your way over to the man. He was very tall with short brown hair and matching beard. He wore a dark red suit and was covered in gold chains and watches. He had an aura of annoying cockiness about him.

“I thought it’d be rude not to thank the generous person who buys a woman all alone at this huge club a drink.” You said playfully, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arm around his shoulder.

“You? Alone? How can that be?” He asked, cupping his hand around your ass.

“I don’t have many friends,” You answered, looking over at the Joker. He was still looking straight at you, resting his hands-on top of his cane. He reminded you of a hunter eyeing his prey.

“You must play too rough.” He said as he put his mouth to your neck, breathing in your scent.

“You could say that.” For some reason, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his. It was like his eyes locked you into place. You didn’t know what you were feeling, but you knew you didn’t like it.

“What’s your name?” The target asked

“Y/N.” You answered breathlessly

“A sexy name for a sexy woman.” He slapped your ass, bringing you out of your trance. You faked a laugh. Then, a man walked into the area, he wore a black suit and had neatly trimmed brown hair and beard. He stepped right over to the Joker, seemingly oblivious to the powerful aura he omitted. He placed a large briefcase on the table in front of him.

“The money you requested, Boss.” He said, sitting down on a couch beside him.

Suddenly, the Joker broke out of his intense stare and flashed his silver teeth in a huge grin. “Ah yes, thank you Frosty.”

“Is that the amount we discussed?” Your target asked

The Joker put on a fake pout. “What, you don’t believe that I’m a man of my word?”

“I believe you, but I don’t think it would hurt to check.”

The Joker smiled, opening the case revealing a cash amount you probably couldn’t even fathom. “See, it’s all here.”

Your target smiled, “I just wanted to check, no harm in that. I want to thank you, Joker. You can be a crazy man, but we work well together.”

“Crazy…” The Joker replied, standing up “I’d see it as more of setting a unique workplace atmosphere.” He laughed, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The whistling and hollering of the crowd caught your attention, and you could clearly see who was on stage now. It was the infamous Harley Quinn, dancing in an all gold dress on the pole. You had never met her before either, but you heard the stories, and you heard about her recent breakout from wherever she had been locked up. Anxiety began to flow into you as you realized just what kind of dangerous situation you had been placed in.

The Joker whistled towards Harley, and as if she had been programmed to do so, she immediately came running over. She hopped over the small wall separating the VIP and stage. “Puddin, did you see me dance?” Harley cooed, jumping into the Joker and wrapping her arms around him.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” The Joker growled “Let’s go home, Daddy’s finished his work.”

“Oh Puddin, you sure know how to talk to a lady.” She laughed, biting her teeth in front of his face.

Just as they were about to leave, your target opened his mouth. “He’s right, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” You had never been in the presence of the Joker and Harley before, but you knew how stupid he had been for opening his mouth. The Joker looked at him, his expression blank. Harley stepped to the side, smiling.

He turned to Harley, “See doll face, you had everyone’s attention!” Harley laughed along with him. You felt the tension in the air that your target was too ignorant to notice. You knew that you had a job to do tonight, and you needed to get information out of him, or you could be the one getting killed tonight. In a bold move, you placed your hand on your targets cheek, bringing his attention to you.

“What do you say we get to know each other a little better? Maybe go upstairs?”

He grabbed your ass tightly “Sounds good to me.” The two of you stood up, and you almost walked out without making any eye contact with the Joker, but before you could make it out the door, he spoke again.

“Wait, Harley” he said, grabbing onto her hand and leading her towards the two of you. “I want you to go with them.”

You gulped, watching the two saunter over. “Joker?” Your target asked

“Consider it a gift,” he replied, “for being such a loyal business partner.”

Your target looked Harley up and down, then smiled. “Well, if you insist.” Harley laughed and clung onto the man’s arm. As the three of you walked out of the VIP area, you couldn’t help but look back at the Joker. He was breathing heavily, a hungry look in his eyes as he watched you walk out.

You didn’t know what these two were up to, and you didn’t think you wanted to find out.

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thebluenebula · 3 years

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Ashleigh Wayne AU Masterlist

Kidnapped (Part 2/2)

~2200 words

Siobhan's First Visit (Part 1/2)

Major Characters: Ashleigh Wayne (OC), Siobhan (OC), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Joker

Minor Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Cassie Sandsmark

Alot. Siobhan has been kidnapped, and Ashleigh blames herself. When Bruce finds her Ash knows she has to help rescue her.

Ash, and the others spent hours being questioned by the police, question, after question, after question, if it wasn't for Gordon she was sure they would've been there all day.

Alfred, and Dick picked them up, Bruce, and Babs were busy trying to find Siobhan from the cave, while the rest of the kids were scouring the city for her.

The first thing Ash did once she got home was change clothes. When she came back, she found Tim, and Cassie arguing in the main hall.

"I can help," Cassie angrily shouted at him.

"I know you can, but we've got this handled, Diana's been on Bruce's ass since he told her what happened."

"Like they could have hurt me," she scoffed.

"That doesn't stop her worrying."

"You should go, Cassie," Ash chimed in, alerting the two to her presence.

Cassie immediately wrapped her arms around Ash. "I'm so sorry, I tried to find them, but-"

"I know, I know."

"I promise, I'll help you find her.

"Go home, Cassie," she insisted, "the Bats have this covered. If they need the calvary, I'll make sure you're the first one called."

She thought about arguing, but stopped herself. "At least let me stay here with you."

"Any other day I would jump on that offer but not today, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Ash, just promise you'll call when you find her."

"Promise."

Cassie kissed Ash's cheek, then left. Ash waited in the kitchen with Alfred, while Dick, and Tim went down to the cave to get Bruce. Alfred kept his arms around her until Bruce arrived.

Bruce stepped into the kitchen. "Can we have a minute, Alfred?"

"Of course, Sir."

Bruce sat down beside her, and pulled her into his chest. "How are you feeling?"

She forced a small smile onto her face. "How do you think?"

"Not good, I imagine."

"That's one way to put it. Honestly, I'm pissed Bruce, and it's at all the wrong people."

"Who?"

"At whoever took her, of course, but at Cassie aswell, for not saving her."

"You know she tried."

"I know, I shouldn't be angry, but... she stopped to check on me, she let them get away."

"I would have done the same."

"I know you would have, I would have, that's why it doesn't make sense."

He stroked her hair as she sobbed in his chest. "It's my fault. If had just done what you asked, if had trained more with you, I could have-"

"None of this is your fault."

"We'll find her, won't we?"

"I promise."

Ash lay in his arms for a while. She wanted to help, but he insisted that there wasn't anything they could do but wait, so he kept her there in his arms, only letting go when the waiting was over.

Dick rushed in, a look of urgency on his face. "We found her."

Bruce was on his feet immediately. "Where?"

"Abandoned warehouse by the docks."

"Gear up, have Babs alert the rest, see if any can meet us there."

Ash grabbed his arm. "I can help."

He gently placed his hand on her cheek. "We'll bring her back, I promise."

The two left her alone. She quickly took off after them, takinh the steps to the cave three at a time, almost tripping several times. By the time she reached the cave they were already in uniform, and Babs was waiting by the computer. "I can help Bruce!"

"Stay here, you'll be safe, and I promise we'll bring her home. I've never broken promise to before, have I?"

"No."

He pulled on his cowl. "Then trust me."

"I have to help, this my fault."

Bruce thought for moment. Dick was flabbergasted. "You're not actually considering it?"

"She could help."

"She's not trained."

"Not officially," Ash agreed, "but I've been watching, and participating, I know enough."

Bruce turned to Babs. "Do you think your old suit would fit her?"

"It'd be about the right size."

"Not you too," Dick exclaimed, "we're not putting her life at risk!"

"I'm putting my life at risk, not you!" Ash shouted at him. "This isn't the time for a debate."

He let out a defeated sigh. "Fine."

"Thank you," she said as she grabbed Bab's old suit and ran off to the changing rooms.

"You and I," Dick pointed to Bruce, "are having a serious talk after this."

A few minutes later, Ash reappeared back in uniform. "Let's go."

"You need a weapon," Dick stated, offering her one of his escrima sticks.

"I was thinking something a little easier," she gestured to Jason's case.

"A Batgirl with guns," Bruce gave her a curious look, "that would be a first."

"I don't see why not," Babs said.

Ashleigh gave her a happy smile, and grabbed the guns from the case.

"If I had asked for a gun, would you have given me one?" Babs asked Bruce as he headed for the Batplane.

"Oh absolutely not."

"Favoritism," she shouted after him.

Once aboard, Bruce turned to Ash. "Codenames only till we're back in the cave."

Babs piloted the plane remotely from the cave. Ash didn't count but it didn't feel like anymore then fifteen minutes before they were hovering over the docks.

"You stay close to me or Nightwing at all times," Bruce stated.

Babs's voice was suddenly in their ears. "Spoiler, and Red Robin are nearby, and on the way to assist."

"We're not waiting, are we?" Ash asked.

Bruce shook his head. "No, we move now."

Ash could feel herself shaking, she was nervous, but now wasn't the time for nerves. She shook off the feeling and held onto Bruce as they repelled from the plane.

Once on the ground, they snuck silently through the docks until they reached the warehouse. Bruce turned to Dick, the two nodded, apparently agreeing something.

Ash went to ask for an explanation, but Bruce was already gone. Dick smirked. "You'll get used to it, just do as I do."

Despite having no idea what they were doing, Ash followed him till they stopped outside a door. Dick picked the lock, and they crept through the halls of the building.

"Two hostiles around the next corridor." Babs warned them. Ash couldn't help but think of her as second voice in her head, one that was smarter, and had a lot more sense.

Dick rushed them, knocking both unconscious before they could react. Ash took a moment to examine the goons faces, they were painted like clown.

"B, we have a problem." Dick said a over the comms.

"Joker, I know."

"You know?"

"I see him."

"He's here?"

"What about Siobhan?" Ash interupted them.

"Bound in the middle of the main storage room." Bruce replied

"B," Dick said, " I should take Batgirl out of here."

"What? No." She retaliated.

"This isn't just any kidnapping, this is the Joker."

"She's staying," Bruce stated, "our primary objective is the hostage, I'll cause a distraction, you get her out safely."

"B I don't-"

"Now, Nightwing."

Dick sighed, but did as he was ordered. From the room ahead there was a sudden eruption of gunfire. "Stay close to me, hold onto my belt if you have to, but under no circumstances do you leave my side."

Ash nodded, following him in. The two weaved through the crates. Any goon that spotted then or got too close were unconcious before they could do anything. Despite not being properly trained, Ash did well, even knocking out a couple of goons herself along the way.

Soon, the two spotted Siobhan, unconcious, and bound in the centre of the room, as Bruce said. Two goons stood by her, firing up into the rafters, presumably at him. Without thinking, Ash quickly rushed out

Nightwing made a grab for her cape, but missed. "Batgirl wait!"

She quickly shot down the two goons before cutting Siobhan's binds. A raspy laugh behind her caught her attention. She turned, spotting the Joker standing nearby, laughing. Nightwing immediately put himself between him, and her. "Batgirl, get the girl out of here."

"Leaving already," Joker complained, "but its been forever Batgirl."

"Batgirl, now!"

Ash was frozen in place by a combination of fear, and morbid curiosity.

"There's something different about you," Joker mumbled, "have you gotten taller?

He took a step towards them, and Dick immediately reacted, lunging at him, but Joker was quicker then he seemed, and easily dodged.

Ash tried to get a shot at him, but it was hard to get a clear one as him, and Dick tussled.

Joker managed to land a kick on Dick's chest, sending him stumbling back. Batman suddenly swung down from rafters, kicking Joker to the ground. "The two of you, get the girl out of here, now!"

The two threw one of Siobhan's arms over each their shoulders, and carried her out of the building.

"Oracle," Dick said, "we have the girl, bring the Batplane for exfil."

Ash grinned. "Almost there," She whispered to herself.

A gunshot rang out, Dick screamed, and fell to the ground, dragging Siobhan with him. Ash swung around, gun ready, but a second shot grazed her shoulder causing her stumble back, and fall to the ground.

As the two goons took aim again, a pair of shadows dropped from the roof, knocking them out.

"Are you alright?" Tim shouted as he, and Steph rushed to them.

Ash looked to her shoulder. "Just a graze, I think."

"My leg," Dick hissed, holding tightly to the area the bullet had hit.

"Red, get Nightwing aboard," Steph ordered, "Batgirl, get your friend, I'll cover you."

Tim quickly hoisted Dick over his shoulder. Ash went to pick up Siobhan, but her cape draped over her shoulder in front. The shot had destroyed the shoulder clip. She pulled it off, and threw it aside before grabbing Siobhan, and running for the plane.

"Spoiler we're aboard." Tim shouted as soon as Ash was on. Steph quickly ran aboard, and the plane took off.

"Shouldn't we wait for Batman?" Ash asked.

"He'll be fine," Steph insisted, "Jay, and Damien were two minutes behind us, they'll help him."

The plane dropped, Steph, and Siobhan off at the nearest hospital. Ash wanted to go with them, but Tim insisted they treat her, and Dick in the cave first.

Once at the cave, Alfred, and Tim took Dick into the medbay, while Ash waited with Babs.

Ash examined the torn shoulder of the suit, "I'm sorry, I kind of wrecked your suit a little, and lost the cape."

"As long as you're alright, it doesn't matter, plus it was nice seeing someone get use out of it after all these years, now go get out of it."

By the time Ash had changed, Alfred had finished tending to Dick, and began sticthing up her shoulder. It wasn't long before he had it done, and dusted

Ash let out a slight giggle. "That was easier then I thought."

"I am quite good at it, now how do you feel?"

"Good, my shoulder is still numb."

"It will be like that for while, but I wasn't referring to the injury."

"I'm good, she's safe, nothing else matters right now."

"It must have been an eventful day for you."

"That's one way to put it."

"Master Bruce must be so proud of you."

"Why? All I did was rush in, then I fall over."

"After being shot."

"It grazed me."

"It certainly would have put me off balance, and as for the rushing in, it's par for course."

Bruce soon got back to the cave with Jay, and Damien. Joker had escaped, but GCPD had managed to round up most of his goons.

"Are you okay? We're you seriously hurt?" Bruce asked Ash.

"I'm fine," she assured him, "Dick's the one who got really hurt."

"He'll be okay, I promise."

"And you've never broken a promise to me yet."

"I promised you we'd get her back, didn't I?"

"You did. Can we go see her now?"

"Go take a quick shower first, then we can."

While Ash ran off to shower, Bruce went to check on Dick. The injury wasn't anything new, he'd experienced similar ones before.

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Dick said, "but what did Joker want with her?"

"My best guess is Ashleigh was the target. The GCPD siezed alot of Jokers assets recently, ransoming the child of a billionaire would be a quick way to make a lot of money."

"But Cassie interupted the kidnapping, and they were only able to grab Siobhan," Dick reasoned.

"That's the prevailing theory."

"And what's to stop him from trying again?"

"After tonight, I don't think we'll be seeing him again anytime soon."

Ash got back from the shower, and Bruce brought her to visit Siobhan in hospital. As she promised, Steph hadn't left her side until they arrived.

Siobhan had minor physical injuries but they kept her for a couple days just to be safe. Ash stayed most of the days, and slept over at night. Bruce paid all the bills and offered to pay for a therapist, but Siobhan claimed to remember next to nothing.

She stayed at the manor a couple more days before heading back to Ireland. Ash barely let her out of her sight. Eventually the day came for her to leave.

"I'm guessing you won't be coming back to Gotham anytime soon?" Ash joked as the two walked up to the terminal door.

"Sooner then you think," Siobhan leaned into her ear, and whispered, "capes suits you."

Ash watched, stunned, as Siobhan walked into the terminal.

I'm so happy to have finally gotten around to finishing this fic because I didn't want to post any of my Ash Batgirl based one before actually explaining how she become Batgirl so I am super excited for the ones I can post next. Hope you enjoyed this story, and hope you stick around for some more. Love you - TBN 💙💜💙

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jokers-sweethearts · 7 years

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Present for a Princess

Request: (anonyous) Can you do a imagine about Joker getting CP and gift and her reaction? You can fill in the rest with whatever you want. Just please make it reader x joker :) thnx

tw: trichotillomania

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Joker ran his golden knife over the mans throat, each inch it progressed he dug it in deeper and deeper. The terror of feeling the pain build up was enough to make his heart stop, but he stayed alive pleading for the clown king to spare him.

“Pl...please sir I have a family! Kids at home I need to get to!” his voice cracked as his knees began to burn from the tile floor beneath him.

The Joker’s red lips spread into a cryptic smile revealing his metal teeth.

“Ya know.... you have a good point!” he pulled the knife away from the employee and tapped it on his forehead. Leaving a small blood mark.

The man took a deep breath and held it, not believing what was happening. He could taste the freedom so close.

“Need to get home, to the kid. You’re right! This is taking way too long!” In a flash all the man’s joy washed away as the blood sprayed from his throat. It covered the floor around him as he collapsed. “How selfish of you to keep me away from my princess” Joker huffed as he kicked the man’s skull and watched his lifeless head roll around.

The clown king of Gotham turned around to see the toy store being lit on fire by his henchmen. The corpses of all the employees littered the ground. He threw his head back and cackled when he saw Frost walking towards him, giant teddy bear in tow making it almost impossible for him to walk.

“Want me to load it up boss?” Frost said casually, almost like he didn’t even notice the mayhem around him. It made Joker smile even wider. He had done such a good job with Johnny, he was completely immune to the rampage and just focused on work.

“Hmmmm....” Joker growled. He stalked around the teddy bear and Frost like a lion circling it’s prey.

After all these years with Joker, Frost was good at hiding his emotions, but inside he was fucking terrified. He gulped so loud he was sure Joker would carve out his adam’s apple.

“Needs a little something” Joker murmured under his breath, not talking to anyone in particular. He raised the knife up to the bears head and wiped the blood off, leaving a stain. “Perfect! Put it in the car” he commanded adjusting his silver jacket and following Frost out.

The henchmen noticed their boss leaving and tried to follow, but just as some of them reached the door Joker slammed it in their face and held it as they fought with the handle.

“Sorry boys! Looks like there’s no extra room with the bear!” Joker whistled and Frost appeared behind him with chains and a lock for the door. He avoided eye contact with the men he just met last week.

No liabilities, Frost though to himself. It was just routine.

Joker got in the car and roared the engine, bobbing his head back and forth to the screams of the burning men like it was his favorite song. Within seconds he was gone and the gcpd showed up to the toy store.

Joker peaked in the rear view mirror at the toy for his princess. Like he had completely forgot all he just did, his daughter consumed his thoughts. He couldn’t wait to bring it to her and have her love and attention all for himself.

.........

You sat in the living room occasionally glancing over to the window out to the driveway. It was so unusual to wake up in the morning and your father be no where around. Uncle Johnny wasn’t even there to tell you where he’d gone. You tried to kill time by doing the usual. Sneaking clothes from your mother’s closet, target practice in the underground gun range with your father’s golden AK, working on your mother’s motorcycle. Now you sat on the couch doodling tattoos you dreamed of on your leg. You tried to perfect the skull your father had on his chest.

You tired to imagine what he would be doing. Maybe at the club or fighting with batman. Just the thought excited you, always eager to hear the stories when he got home. If he got home... whenever he was out for too long a part of your mind always wondered if maybe another arkham stay was at hand. You shook your head back and forth and pulled your hair to stop the bad thoughts. You knew you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t help it. You pulled more and more, one strand at a time. The thought of losing him again to that horrible place was too much. Those thoughts gave you flashes of your mother being gone for so long. Locked up in belle reve then stolen again for squad.

The hair building up in your hand almost covered your entire palm. You snarled and threw it on the ground before standing up and going over to the window to look directly out. You’re stronger than that. You’re the goddamn clown princess, you said to yourself. Don’t be ridiculous he’ll be here soon. If not you’ll make those fuckers pay. You felt your ego and anger building up, gifts inherited form the man you awaited. After you finished reassuring yourself, you saw the purple lamborghini pull up, you felt like a god for a moment calling it perfectly.

Then you saw the bear, a maniacal smiled appeared on your face. You should have known he was gone on your account. You felt silly for ever denying that. Racing to the front door, you took a deep breath trying to forget the hair on the floor, before unlocking the door and opening it wide for him to enter. The bear came first brought in by Frost followed by your father.

Seeing him standing tall, towering over you, dressed so nice and confident in his purple shirt and silver jacket, gold chains swinging, you felt safe in his presence. Like nothing could hurt you, even yourself. You wasted no time jumping up into his arms. Feeling the gold rings on his hands rub your back helped you even more. You took some of his green hair in your hand just to feel it, just to know he was real. For a moment you didn’t give a shit about the bear, just happy he was back.

Joker felt the pride surge through him. This is exactly what he wanted.

“Miss me huh?” he chuckled.

“Of course I did, don’t trick me like that again”.

Trick? Joker was confused for a second but ignored it to focus on his baby in his arms.

“So you gonna accept your gift daddy worked so hard to get for you, princess?”

You released him from your grip and turned around to grab the bear. You held it against you tight before the smell caught your attention. You’d recognize it anywhere, one of the first smells you remember experiencing besides being held by Harley and smelling her skin.

You pulled back from the bear and your smile grew even wider, the blood stain warmed your heart. Your father always paid attention to detail.

“Oh daddy I love it thank you!” you squealed at him.

“Yeah yeah yeah” Joker tried to play if off tough but inside he was feeling on top of the world, not that he ever doubted he really was. “Frost!” he hissed “get started on the replacements!” Frost shook his head and followed his orders.

Joker took a seat on the couch and propped his feet up.

“You and that bear get over here and join me princess” he patted the spot on the couch beside him as he grabbed the remote and flipped the news on. His favorite part was coming up, when he showed you all the news reports about the damage he had caused. Better than any movie for him.

As he waited for you he noticed the excess amount of hair on the couch. It led his icy blue eyes to the floor where he saw the clump. Fuck... he whispered. When he saw you headed over he kicked it under the couch.

You plopped down and snuggled up next to him. You felt his strong arm around you and all your fears went away. Everything about arkham was just a distant memory now. You hugged the teddy bear next to you and felt complete bliss.

GCN began their announcement, showing footage of the toy store almost completely burned to the ground. The body count plastered on the tv screen.

You looked up at your dad with a huge grin and congratulated him. But Joker wasn’t paying attention. For the first time he wasn’t intrigued by hearing about himself. He held the remote up and switched off the tv. He clenched his fist around you so hard he was sure his palm would start bleeding.

You stupid fucking clown, you shouldn’t have left her alone. You should have waited for Harley to be back, you should have left someone with her. He frantically searched through his mind for everything to blame so he didn’t have to blame himself.

A sinking feeling entered your chest and shot down through your stomach. He knew. He always knew.

“Daddy I’m sorry I couldn’t help it” you said deadpan, you were sure he was just as exhausted with this as you were. “I got scared when you were taking long. I didn’t know if the rat got you or... I don’t know. But I stopped it myself I promise” you glared at the ground so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.

You remembered what Harley had taught you, when you were little and the hair pulling first started. Your mom taught you to focus in on something specific and learn everything you could about it.

You chose your father’s shoes. A solid black with a small golden jester placed just below where his pinky toe would be. It was helping but the urge to touch your hair was growing more. Until you felt your father’s fingers under your chin.

He forced you to look up at him then took your entire jaw in his hands.

Joker looked deep into his daughter’s eyes. He wasn’t angry, he could never physically feel anger for her. It wasn’t worry either. He had a fire burning in his stomach. The same fire he had when he was searching to rescue Harley. It was determination, a lust for control. He placed his mile tattoo over her mouth so he could see a smile on her, before kissing her forehead and getting off the couch.

You were confused but sat patiently waiting for him. When he returned he had something closed in his hand. A ring? A necklace? A bullet? You thought about the usual gifts he gave when you were upset. But when he revealed what it was you were even more confused.

“This is your mom’s favorite, so don’t rat me out kid” he said as he opened up the purple nail polish.

Without hesitating or explaining he took one of your wrists and rested in on his knee, turning his body fully to face you, one leg propped on the couch. His touch was more gentle than usual, you were used to him being more rough even when he was trying to be comforting. His back hunched over to focus as he painted your nails. Some green strands of hair fell in front of his eyes. You used your free hand to brush them back.

“There we are! No one can do that better than me, huh?” he cackled as he began to paint his own nails. He resumed his usual position facing the tv again and switching it on.

“Daddy I don’t understand” you spat out, your voice was raw and almost cracked, feeling tears begin to form. But you held them back.

“Don’t paint the other hand” he demanded in a low and stern voice. You use that hand to stop the other. It’ll look like someone else stopping you. It’ll be me stopping you. He tossed the nail polish behind him when he was finished and showed you his hand. His gold skull bracelet dangling as he waved it around. “See? next time you want to pull you grab your wrist just like I would. You can pretend it’s me now. Focus in on the nail color. Like your mother told you to do. Pretend it’s me” he looked you directly in the eye, you felt the intimidation and you liked it, sure his eyes would burn holes through yours.

You cracked a small smile looking down at your hand, you loved learning that you and your father were alike. It sounded like your mom had taught him that trick too.

“I was just... scared... you know it’s hard for me to admit that but it’s true”.

“Hey!” Joker shouted grabbing your chin again. Within seconds his emotions changed, he went from stern and commanding to gentle again. “Would anyone ever beat me? Would I ever not come back to you?” he opened his mouth slightly, revealing the metal teeth and waiting in anticipation for the answer he already knew.

“No...” you said faintly. You hoped this method would work in the future. But you put it all aside for now. You just wanted to focus on him being home.

“That’s my girl” he growled. He released you from his grasp and turned back to the tv. He extended his arm for you to curl up next to him again. You took the opportunity immediately. He wrapped his arm around you and held you tight against him. A silent reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest. Right where you knew the skull tattoo was. You let out a sigh that turned into a laugh. Now you felt on top of the world.

“Ah ya see that there!” Joker pointed to the tv, the camera was directed at the body bags being wheeled out of the ashes. “That’s all me, princess”.

You smirked and your eyes glistened watching the corpses being handled.

“One day I’ll do it with you”.

Joker’s heart returned to a regular rhythm when he heard you say that. There were only two people that could control how his heart beat and one of them was in his arms right now. He felt powerful, in control.

A door slammed behind the two of you making you jump in his arms. Joker barely flinched and turned around to see a stranger before him. Frost followed and opened his mouth to introduce him, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Joker put a bullet through the man’s head and his body fell to the floor.

“..Boss that was the new guy you asked me to-”

“Did I ask you to interrupt us?” Joker snarled. He was furious to be interrupted but even more furious that his princess was scared.

Frost shook his head waiting for the same fate as the man next to him.

“Clean that up” Joker said turning his attention back to his little girl.

Frost sighed in relief that the attention was off of him. But now he was the one who’s heart was pounding. He took a glance at the girl on the couch. Frost envied her, but more so he was afraid of her. How she dealt with his boss as a father he’d never be able to understand.

It was just another reminder. Whether burning people alive or gifting his princess with a teddy bear, the Joker was unpredictable. The clown family was unpredictable.

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caroline-min-max · 6 years

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The end of Rupert Thorne

An older, mellower Two Face takes a turn at watching Elsie and Tillie. He’s become a close friend of the family and does his best to show the kinder, Harvey Dent side of him that still lingers when they’re around.

In an abandoned building on Second Street, Two Face sat on the couch with Elsie on his right and Tillie on his left. They were looking at the album he held in had hands that contained details and photos of the cases he’d prosecuted as Harvey Dent.

The twin girls watched eagerly as he paged through until he found what he was looking for.

“It’s our Dads!” Elsie exclaimed excitedly at the photo of when Min and Max were finally brought to court for their crimes.

Tillie giggled. “Look how scared Max looks!” she pointed out.

“Those two tried as hard as they could to make the judge feel sorry for ‘em,” Two Face recalled. “They had those baby faces and boyish voices, but I wouldn’t let them get away with it. They probably would have served their full sentence if I hadn’t busted them out to work for me.”

“And they never would have met Mom!” Elsie added.

“Yeah…” The mixed feelings Two Face had about that continued to linger. “I still don’t know what she sees in them.”

“It’s because they love her so much,” Elsie swooned as she touched her cheeks.

“It’s gross!” Tillie stuck out her tongue in disgust.

“It is not! It’s romantic!” Tillie insisted to Two Face. “They bring Mom flowers all the time, call her ‘Honey Bunny’, I’ve seen Max dance with her around the living room, and-”

“That’s enough,” Two Face interrupted firmly. He really didn’t want to hear any of this, Tillie making a disgusted face as well.

“Well I think it’s nice…” Tillie sulked as she sank back against the couch cushion, crossing her arms. “That’s how I’d want to be treated…”

“I think that new Robin Batman’s got liked you,” Tillie teased.

“S-shut up!” Elsie blushed. “No he didn’t!”

“What are you two talking about?” Two Face asked. The girls were barely in the double digits and they’d been in contact with one of Batman’s sidekicks?!

“Our Mom and Dads wanted to rob this real fancy casino,” Elsie explained. “But to get into the main office you need a code. Tillie and I pretended to be lost and cried, so they took us in there to keep an eye on us. We memorized the code and told them what it was.

They wanted us to wait in the car, but then we saw the Batmobile and wanted to try and warn them.”

“Batman didn’t know they had kids, but we look so much like our Dads, we were worried he’d figure it out right away if we tried to trick him. Robin’s close to our age, so we thought he might not catch on, and we could at least get him out of the way.”

Tillie picked up the story. “Elsie’s better at acting than me so while Mom and Dads were fighting Batman and shooting up the place she pretended to be scared and he tried really hard to comfort her…” She grinned. “Until I knocked him out with a tray I found. Sorry I spoiled your date, Elsie.”

“It’s OK! He didn’t know what hit him!”

The girls giggled together mischievously.

“Then what happened?” Two Face was invested now.

“Batman was so surprised Mom got in a really good kick and he went crashing into a slot machine!” Tillie answered excitedly. “We all got out with the money and our Dads were really proud! They told us about how they did something similar when Batman didn’t know they were Mom’s new henchmen yet!”

“She pretended to be caught while Min snuck up behind Batman and knocked him out!” Elsie said.

Two Face was impressed. He had to admit using two innocent looking kids to pull off jobs wasn’t a bad idea at all and Elsie and Tillie weren’t put at any risk. The girls talked about it so casually, like it was nothing, but then again they interacted with a bunch of loony criminals without batting an eye. They hadn’t even been frightened by his appearance the first time they’d met him.

These girls were so well spoken as well. Caroline had said she had no idea how to talk to children, so she conversed with them like she would an adult, and it showed. They were so bright that their Dads had been bragging earlier they were preparing to have them skip a grade at school.

“Uncle Two Face,” Tillie began, breaking his thoughts. “Do you think later we can-” She stopped abruptly when the three of them heard shouting and then gunfire.

“What’s going on?!” Elsie asked in a panic as Two Face got to his feet.

“Go hide in that closet!” Two Face barked as he pointed at it, then reaching into his suit for his gun. “And don’t come out until I tell you to!”

Elsie and Tillie ran for it as fast as they could, quickly opening the door and shutting it behind them. They sat down and hugged their knees to their chests, Elsie scooting closer to Tillie in fear when they heard the door to the room being broken down and angry men’s voices.

There was the sound of a gunshot in the room, making them both jump. They heard Two Face cry out in pain before a pompous sounding man spoke.

“Get down on your knees,” he commanded. “Do it or I’ll kill you right now!”

Tillie couldn’t take it anymore; despite Elsie’s whispered protests she opened the door to the closet a crack, just enough to peer outside. She saw a man she recognized as Rupert Thorne and two men she’d never seen before at his sides. On his knees in front of them was Two Face, his hands up.

Tillie quickly relayed back to her twin what she was seeing.

“Go help the others take care of his men,” Thorne commanded. “I’ll handle Two Face.” His men left the room. “You’re a hard man to find, Harvey. I’ve been trying to find you for a long time to pay you back for sticking your nose in my business again. When will you learn that you can’t beat me?”

As Thorne continued, Tillie eyes scanned the room for anything that could be of use. That’s when she noticed it just a few feet in front of her: Two Face’s gun. He didn’t seem to be hurt so that yelp they heard from him earlier must have been when it was knocked out of his hand.

“What are you doing?!” Elsie hissed, grabbing her sister when she started opening the door even more.

“He’s going to kill Uncle Two Face!” Tillie whispered back. “We have to do something!”

“B-but…” Elsie was so frightened she was trembling all over.

“Remember what Min always tell us? ‘If family doesn’t protect family than no one will’, Uncle Two Face is family and I’m not going to let him die! Don’t you remember that Thorne hurt our Dads too?!”

“You’ve spoiled my plans for the last time.” Thorne pointed his gun down at Two Face. “This time you…”

BANG!

Thorne’s gloating was cut short by a bullet to his head. For a moment he just stood there before his own weapon dropped from his hand and he dropped to the floor. Nothing but stunned silence filled the room, Two Face gaping at Tillie and Elsie cautiously crawling out of the closet to sit next to her sister.

Tillie was so stunned that she had frozen on her knees, still holding the gun out with her finger on the trigger.

“Tillie!” Elsie’s voice snapped her out of it. “You did it! You saved Uncle Two Face!”

“I did…?” Tillie finally looked down at Thorne’s body, his blood staining the carpet red. “I did!” she cheered.

“Hell of shot!” Two Face couldn’t believe it. “Your Dads teach you how to shoot already?”

Tillie shook her head. “I was trying to get him in the heart but I guess that worked too.”

Both sides of Two Face’s face went pale. That was way off from where she was aiming and she still had the gun. “Tillie, take your finger off the trigger and put the gun down slowly.”

“O-OK…” She did as she was instructed, Two Face breathing a sigh in relief.

“Are you alright?” Elsie asked as she and her sister hurried over to Two Face.

Two Face nodded. “I have to explain this to your folks…” he realized with a grumble. Caroline was more like a lioness than a rabbit when it came to her kids and she showed no fear in chastising anyone if something happened she didn’t approve of.

“I…” Elsie burst into tears. “I was really scared!” she wailed as she threw her arms around Two Face and sobbed into his suit.

Normally Two Face scolded the girls if they got too emotional around him, having no time or patience for that sort of thing. This time he stayed quiet and let Elsie cry while Tillie didn’t seem phased at all. In fact, she seemed rather proud of herself.

Two Face’s henchmen burst into the room.

“Boss!” one of them exclaimed. “We cleared ‘em out but Thorne slipped…” He stopped as he processed the scene around him. “You killed Thorne?!” he and the other men were amazing.

“Just help me up and take care of the bodies,” Two Face ordered gruffly. It wasn’t out of pride that he wasn’t going to admit it was Tillie, but rather for her own safety. Not even a little girl was safe from the shady men of the underworld who might want revenge for the man who supplied their paychecks getting snuffed out.

The girls moved away so Two Face’s henchmen could grab his arms and pull him up. Getting older and his injuries from when he was horribly disfigured sometimes took their toll on him.

Elsie was wiping at her tears and trying to calm down. Two Face offered her a kindly pat on the head and she managed a smile.

It was true irony. Over a decade ago Two Face had intended to kill Min and Max for spoiling a job for him and accidentally shot Caroline in another incident. Now their offspring had wound up saving his life.

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