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cherubfae · 2 months

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jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Jason cursed. This is on par for most of his evenings, as it was rare that he ever got a peaceful night. However, this? This takes the goddamn cake and smashes it on his face.

Red Hood stood, with a portable wet vacuum in his halo bed hands, cursing everything in the world as he cleaned and followed the small puddles of Lazarus water. The people in the streets give him a wide berth, having long learned the intricacies of Red101: if the Red Hood is doing weird shit but there’s no gun in his hand, you make sure you’re not the reason he’ll have a gun in his hand.

“O, you there?”

“Copy.”

“Mark this priority, would you?” His voice is tense, pissed. “Some bastard’s dripping Lazarus water all over my territory.”

A pause.

Oracle’s calm voice flowed through his helmet, “Then we’ll have to watch out for League influence. I’ll let the others know. Red Robin?”

Red Robin chimed in, “Yeah, already on it. It’s weird though, Ra’s isn’t supposed to be here for another two and a half weeks.”

“And how would you know about my grandfather’s movements?”

“Careful, Robin, I might become your grandma!” Red Robin chirped sadistically, before clicking off his comms, snickering at Robin’s spluttering.

“Jesus fuck. I’ll try to hunt down the bastard from the ground. O?”

“Can’t help you. The cameras around your area has been scrambled for the last half an hour.”

“Shit.” Red Hood tensed, one hand going for his pistol as the street’s current inhabitants wisely vacated the area.

“Hood. Don’t go in alone. It could be a trap.”

“Whatever, B, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Give me three minutes. I’m close by. Do not go in without back up, little wing.” Nightwing piped in, and Red Hood could hear the faint whooshing noises of a quiet grapple.

“Cass and I are close by as well. Staking out a place but we could be on standby if needed.”

Two taps. Cass’ tacit agreement.

“Got it.”

When Nightwing gets there, they follow the trail into a dead end with no sign of any scaling of the wall or secret passages.

“Fuck! What the fuck are we chasing, a ghost?”

“Don’t even joke like that-” Nightwing said. “You’ll set Red off again.”

Jason kicked at the wall.

“Fuck!”

——

On the other side of the wall, thirty minutes earlier:

“Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckberg…” Danny mumbled as he stumbled away. He’d saved his alley kids from a pretty serious mugging that ended with a stabbing that Danny foolishly allowed to touch him because he wanted to keep the wicked looking knife. Normally, he’d be able to brush this off, but with his recent injuries, mental stress, and the lack of food that is the hallmark of a homeless teenager, Danny barely kept himself conscious as he stumbled into a particularly dense in ectoplasm dead end.

“Napping place… napping place…” Danny mumbled before eyeing the brick wall. Yeah, okay, he’s slept in weirder places. He could sleep in the dumpster, but… he’d smell and Danny could not handle an infection. So, he went intangible, invisible, and pulled the knife out of his body. As he settled in (quite literally into) the stone wall for his nap, Danny manages to mold his ectoplasm to hold his cut up stomach together.

Danny allows sleep to take him, blissfully unaware of the glowing green puddles of ghost blood he’d left behind.

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Jason, terrified: he’s in the walls!! He’s in the fucking walls!

Danny, quoting vines and tiktoks while napping in walls for that back support option: thanks for checking in! I’m still a piece of GaRBaGe.

#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #bamf danny phantom #spoiler #cassandra cain #black bat #Stephanie brown #Oracle #barbara gordon #ghost blood=cleaner Lazarus pit water #red hood looking like a single mother as he walks down the street with a vacuum.

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theodorecanaryhood · 2 months

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The Apartment Upstairs

Jason Todd (left) x Male reader

Warning: swearing and sexual references

It was a quiet night for the streets, which made a huge change. Jason tiredly strolled down the hallway as he reached his apartment door.

He heard shuffling upstairs which was strange due to it being coming up so late, but he was too tired to care.

The next day, Jason spent time catching up on some Netflix. He was finding it hard to focus a little as there was some small banging from upstairs.

Jason opened his apartment door as he listened out, hearing someone shifting boxes and such upstairs.

Mr McGregor used to live in 13b, but he was admitted to a nursing home after suffering from dementia.

The countless times Jason used to find Mr McGregor trying to break into Jason’s apartment, thinking it was his own.

The times he would have to remind Mr McGregor it was a Sunday and no post or packages were coming, or that it wasn’t 1984 anymore. Jason used to get called Patrick, which was Mr McGregor’s brother.

Jason always felt sad for the older man, used to play along as to not cause too much confusion or frustration.

‘Hey’ Jason smiled as he saw his neighbour, a young blonde woman.

‘Hey Jason’ she responded, sitting through her baby things, starting to show a little.

Her husband came up behind and handed her a little bag, filled with baby clothes.

Jason smiled as he watched the interaction, and the possibility of another neighbour being lost. A one bedroom apartment wouldn’t be ideal for a newborn.

The laundry room was always dim, smelled funny and was always full. Rarely in the years that Jason lived here, he’d never seen the laundry room empty of clothes.

The machine going on a rampage as it cleaned all of Jason’s clothes, a male figure appeared in the room.

Jason knew just about everyone that lived in this building, advantage of being home all day most days.

Your petite figure was what caught Jason’s eyes first, your h/c hair and e/c eyes. Jason towered over most people, you seemed no exception.

You didn’t speak to Jason, nor did you introduce yourself. You both finished in the laundry room at the same time, Jason seeing as you went up to apartment 13b.

‘Guess he’s my new neighbour’ Jason mumbled to himself.

There was a silence that always filled the halls at this time, however, there was a small argument occurring.

Jason heard it was coming from above, figuring it was coming from you.

Jason made his way upstairs and saw as his new neighbour was throwing clothes at another man he’d never met.

‘Get out’ you shouted as the door shut in his face, the stranger picking up his clothes off the floor as he hurried away.

Jason locked eyes with the stranger, him being red in the face as he avoided contact with your neighbours.

A day must’ve passed, Jason kept thinking about what happened the day before. The entertainment was often. Something by had been happening almost everyday since you moved in.

‘Fuck’ Jason gasped as he saw water coming from his ceiling.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Jason went over and opened it. Only to see you, red in the face and seemingly flushed.

‘Hey, so sorry to bother you. I have a burst pipe and had to shut off my water before it gets worse, just wanted to ask if you have any damage?’ You asked, Jason nodded a little.

‘It just started pissing down, I thought it might be from upstairs’ Jason smiled a little.

You sighed a little as you revealed the wrench in your hand, probably from doing work.

‘I’m so sorry, I hope it didn’t cause too much. I’m happy to pay for any damage’ you offered, Jason shaking his head.

‘No, no it’s fine really. I needed to paint my ceilings. This has just given me some motivation’ Jason joked as the two of you laughed.

‘I realised I never really introduced myself, I’m y/n, I live in 13b’ you held out your hand, Jason shook your hand with a polite smile.

‘Jason, 12b’

You sat on Jason’s couch as he gave you a beer, the two of you got to know each other a little better. Jason told you about the man that used to live in your apartment.

You felt sad when you heard how the man turned out, but happy to know Jason helped him.

The dreaded realisation that the walls are very thin, Jason had heard the ordeal from a few nights ago.

‘He is my ex boyfriend, he slept around and hit me a few times. I moved to get away from him, but he found me’ you revealed, the clothes that belonged to him were what was left over from months before.

Reggie, your ex boyfriend, showed up on your doorstep without any warning, asking for you to take him back. You of course refused.

Jason’s lighting in his apartment was great, it seemed romantic and like a typical bachelor pad. Or a Chad pad.

Jason didn’t seem to have girls or guys going in and out all the time, truth be told, Jason didn’t mention a partner.

It was a few more weeks, the two of you met up a couple more times to hang out. Netflix documentary, movies, drinks.

The two of you began going to bars together, going to movies together. Jason even started taking you to his gym.

You became friends quickly, but Jason still didn’t seem a type to run in people’s beds.

It was refreshing, most of your guy and girl friends always seemed to just want a night of fun with a stranger.

You’d only ever slept with someone that you knew well enough, someone you were dating. That of course, changed quickly one night.

‘Come in, let’s have some more drinks’ Jason slurred, the two of you going inside his apartment for some more drinks.

You both had already had one too many, but why not? You’re home now.

Music playing, not too loud of course as you had neighbours. Drinks, laughing, with the occasional touching of each others skin.

Jason wrapped his arms around you as he gave you a warming hug, you smiled into the hug. The drinks already taking over your system.

The night seemed a bit blurry, but it didn’t matter as it’s morning now.

Shuffling a little, dry mouth from the antics of drinking anything but water, eyes blurry for a few seconds as you felt confused.

Black bedding, you don’t own any black bedding…yet here you were, in black bedding.

‘Oh shit’ you gasped, turning to see Jason fast asleep. Next to you, in his bed.

You screamed internally, realising what you’d done, the two of you had obviously been drinking to the point you both got horny.

‘Oh, good morning’ Jason said, almost as a question as his eyes locked with yours.

‘Morning’ you smiled slightly, Jason looked to see you were both in his bed, neither of you had any clothes on.

The two of you didn’t know what to make of it, the past few days you would go out of your way to avoid Jason. He seemed to be doing the same.

It got awkward too much, you felt you couldn’t just not speak to him again.

‘Can we talk?’ You asked, standing at Jason’s door.

Jason stepped aside and let you in, you feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

‘Beer?’ Jason asked, handing you one as he opened his and took a big sip.

‘I can’t keep ignoring you, I don’t feel bad about what happened. I just wanted to understand your thoughts’ you said, hesitation.

You still took into account Jason is gay too, but you may not be his type. Though, you couldn’t lie about Jason definitely being yours.

Jason took your hand in his as he nodded a little, eyes looking deep into yours.

‘I don’t feel bad, I wanted to ask you about your thoughts’ Jason admitted.

Seems Jason had the same problem as you, thinking maybe he wasn’t your type. You being his though.

The two of you laughed as you both realised you were getting closer, not just as friends.

Jason leant in as he kissed you, you smiled as you pulled him in.

Jason made it official, asking you for an official date. Not wanting it to be a case of the two of you just going to the bedroom all the time.

The two of you wanted to try and make it work, taking your time with everything. Even though Jason pointed out the two of you had already had sex.

Hands holding hands down the street, still living in separate apartments, Jason kissed your head as he felt thankful to have met you. Thankful to have had that drunken night to gain the courage to take a leap.

The two of you were happy the way it was at the moment, not wanting to rush into the bigger steps, but love was blooming quickly and surely.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader

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coveredinsweetpea · 2 years

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hiding [eddie munson x reader]

A/n: this is the first thing I've written in MONTHS so don't @ me!!! Idk where this came from, but this man brought me my inspiration back!!

Summary: Eddie sneaks in through your window while your parents are still home. Stuff happens. (SMUT-ish) 2.1k

Warnings: nothing major really. unprotected sex, a little bit of name calling, the risk of getting caught... it's a chill one :)

Over the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, you heard the door open, and sighed. "Jesus Christ, can't you kno- Eddie!?"

With a little devious smile on his pretty lips, he slipped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him without a sound, "Hi, baby"

"How did you get in here?" you asked, slightly enraged but still amused. You were still hidden behind the curtain, with only your head peeking out.

"Through your bedroom window, obviously"

"You can't do this, Eddie, my parents are at home!"

"You think I don't know that?" he shrugged, checking himself out in the foggy mirror. "I would've used the front door otherwise, you made me a key, remember?"

"For emergencies!"

"This is an emergency" Eddie grinned, gently tugging at the shower curtain, "I missed you"

"You're such an idiot, Eddie, if my-"

A swift knock on the door interrupted you. "Y/n?"

"Mom!?"

Your heart nearly stopped as Eddie's eyes threatened to fall out of the orbits.

"Honey, I need that hand lotion we got last week"

"Yeah, I think it's in my room" you lied, looking straight at the little container as it sat peacefully on the edge of the sink.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's in here. I saw it this morning"

"Wait! I'll give it to you in a minute"

"I can get it" she said, and time nearly stopped as you saw the door knob starting to turn.

Before you could even register what was going on, Eddie had jumped inside the bathtub. He was fully clothed, muddy boots included, standing one head taller than you as water poured down his head and body.

You both just stood there, frozen, looking at one another and trying not to burst into laughter.

"Hun, me and dad are gonna go out tonight for a bit, ok?"

"Great, have fun!"

"And your brother is sleeping over at Tom's house, so you'll be on your own"

"That's ok" you said in hopes that she'd be done faster.

Hearing your mother's words, Eddie was barely able to contain himself. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "Think of all the rooms I'm gonna fuck you in"

You didn't even get a chance to react before your mum continued speaking. "You know, this would've been a great opportunity for you to have a boy over"

"Mom!"

"What?" she exclaimed, trying to sound offended. "It's been a year, it's time you got over Steve, baby"

At this point, you didn't even dare look in Eddie's direction. "I am over Steve, mom, remember? I broke up with him"

"That's my girl" Eddie whispered, playing with a strand of your wet hair.

"I still don't understand why you did that, he was perfect for you" your mother continued.

"Yeah, yeah, maybe he was. I don't know, I don't care, I didn't like him like that anymore, now can you let me shower?"

"How about Jason? I met his mother at the grocery store, she seems like an amazing woman"

At that point, you thanked the lord for the shitty pipes and the loud water stream, because otherwise, your mother would've definitely heard the gagging noises Eddie made, and the little yelp he let out when you elbowed him in the stomach.

"I hate Jason, can you leave now? Please?"

"I just feel like you're missing out on things, honey. Before you know it you'll be on your own, working everyday, I don't want you to let these beautiful times pass by, that's all"

"Yes, mum, you're right. But how about we talk about this tomorrow, huh? We'll go out for a coffee or something"

"Sure, hun, whatever you say" she mumbled and then you heard her grab the knob. But the door didn't open. "Promise me you won't spend all night doing homework, ok? You spent more time at the library these past few weeks than I did throughout college"

You saw Eddie grin, and bend down to whisper to you, "Is that what you tell your parents when you come over?"

"Yeah, mhm" you answered them both. "No homework, I promise"

"Ok, baby. I left some money on your desk, order some food, ok? Mama loves you, bye baby!"

"Bye mom!"

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie exclaimed as soon as your mother had left the room. He pushed his wet hair back from his face, and started undressing himself. First, his beloved jean vest, then the leather jacket, the not-so-muddy-anymore boots and then his jeans.

"Eddie, I'm sorry to do this, baby, there's no way we're fucking in the shower"

It was like his whole world crashed on top of him. "What do you mean? Why not?"

"If you think I could get turned on right now, especially in this shower, after the discussion I had with my mom, you're mistaken"

"I bet I can change that," he grinned.

"Not a chance, Eddie" you laughed, and pushed the curtain away. You were one foot out of the bathtub when he grabbed your waist and dragged you back in. "Eddie!"

"I just showered at home, I didn't get undressed for nothing, do you have any idea how difficult it is to put on wet jeans?"

"Jesus Christ, Eddie"

"I'll have you screaming that" he chuckled, pinning you against the cold, marble wall. His lips immediately found yours, and as his tongue pushed inside your mouth, his feet parted your legs.

"Eddie, no" you giggled, nudging him away.

"We're already here, we're already naked, I'm already hard. I don't see what's stopping us?"

"That's all it takes, huh? For you to be hard?"

Eddie raised an eyebrow, and without even a flinch, he pushed his middle finger inside your pussy, and the simple fact that it slipped right in proved his point.

"Any arguments left?" he grinned, and pushed one more finger inside you.

You let your head fall forward to stifle your moans into his shoulder, as he kept a very steady pace against your core.

"I hate you"

"Hate fucking isn't my forte, sweetheart, but we can work something out"

After that, Eddie didn't waste too much time working you up anymore. And he didn't really have to. He gave his cock a few pumps and aligned himself at your entrance, pushing his whole length in with one swift motion.

A rather loud moan broke past your lips, but with the shower still running, you didn't bother to keep quiet. He did shush you however, in-between the kisses he peppered along the side of your neck.

His thrusts were slow but deep, moving your body up and down against the wall as you held on to his shoulders. His fingers were digging holes into your hips, as a way to let out the pressure that was building inside of him. Eddie, unlike you, still tried to keep quiet.

"Fuck, ok, ok-" you panted, raking your nails across his scalp before grabbing hold of his roots, "Faster, please, go faster"

As if he didn't want to. The fact that he had been rock hard ever since he had climbed in through your window didn't help with pacing at all. Ever since he entered you, he was on the edge of bliss, but hell if he wasn't gonna have you come first.

"Look at me, look at me, sweetheart" Eddie whispered, pulling away from you. Your eyes locked just as he picked up his pace, just slightly.

You nodded yes, eyes ready to roll back when he brought his hand between your bodies and started rubbing at your clit.

"Look into my eyes, baby, come on. Don't be like this"

"Yeah, fuck" you moaned, swallowed thickly and forced your head upright.

His thumb worked you hard and fast, in a pattern he already knew so well. It took him about two weeks to learn what your body loved and craved, and he had been using it against you ever since.

"Come on my cock, yeah? Come on, baby, I'm right here, let yourself go. That's my good girl, show me how good I can fuck you"

And his whole plan would've worked. He knew what set you off, and only needed a few more moments in order to have you screaming his name. But another knock on the door interrupted him.

"Y/n, honey?" your mother's voice rang through the bathroom.

"Fuck-" you whispered, tears welled up in your eyes. "Yeah?"

"We're leaving, alright?"

"Ok, bye, mom!"

"Bye, hun!"

As soon as she left, both you and Eddie relaxed, not having moved one muscle ever since the knock. You expected him to pick up where he left off, but instead he didn't, he just watched you, his cock still buried deep inside your pussy.

"What?"

Eddie licked his lips. "You little whore"

Your eyes widened in surprise, but the little smile that curled the corners of your lips betrayed your true emotions.

"What?"

Without any warning, Eddie pulled out and let you down. You were about to protest and cling to him like you always did when you wanted something, but he was faster.

He spun you around to face the wall, and pressed himself against your back. "Think I didn't feel the way you clenched around my cock? Getting caught fucking the outcast made you like that? Hm?"

"Eddie!" you whined, trying to arch yourself back against his cock.

"I think you love the fact that your mom hates me. Don't you?"

He pressed his cock at your entrance and leaned closer to your ear. "Is that why you came and basically jumped me a few days ago at rehearsals? When I had to fuck you in the bathroom twice before you finally calmed down? Wasn't that just right after that article came out? Where everyone trash talked me? Accused me and my friends of all those horrible things?"

"Fuck- fuck, ok, maybe!"

"Oh, I was wrong about you, sweetheart"

"Eddie!" you cried, "Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me, please"

"I don't know..." he teased, and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Eddie!! Just please, please, just fuck me. I'm begging you, please"

"That's my good girl" he chuckled and kissed the side of your neck. "Was that so hard?"

You barely managed to shake your head before he entered you again. This time however, he didn't waste any more time. Balls deep from the very first thrust, he worked up a pace that had you almost crying out in pleasure in seconds.

"Fuck, I'm close, Eddie"

"I know you are, baby" he said and wrapped his fingers in your hair. He pulled you up against your chest and held you tight as he continued to ram his cock into you. "Come for me, doll, come on"

And you did. Moments after, the orgasm washed over you like never before. Your body trembled and you felt exhausted, but he held you up, fucking himself into you until he was finished too.

"Fuck-" Eddie breathed out, letting his weight fall against the wall right beside you.

Suddenly feeling empty without him so tightly wrapped around your body, you pushed yourself up and moved over to lean against his chest as his cum leaked down your thighs.

With the remaining bits of energy inside his body, Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you, sweetheart"

Knowing very well this was only the beginning of a very long night, you and Eddie soon left the shower and headed downstairs to order food. You settled on a monstrous pizza with a little bit of everything before going into the kitchen to make some drinks.

"You know what you said about my mom, about how I like the fact that she hates you?"

"Mhm" Eddie nodded as he poured vodka into your cup.

"You're right"

"Of course I am," he chuckled. "When have I ever been wrong?"

"I mean it! I wanna tell her about us!"

"I obviously don't wanna cause you any problems, doll, but I'm all for that"

"I'm gonna do it tomorrow, I'm done hiding you, I want everyone to know we're together"

With a ridiculously big smile on his lips, Eddie walked over to you, "You have no idea how happy that makes me"

"Hiding was fun though"

"I can think of stuff," Eddie laughed.

Like every time you hung out with Eddie, time flew right by. Before you knew it, the pizza had arrived and the drinks weren't even ready yet.

"I'll go get it, '' Eddie announced and sprinted out of the kitchen.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, thinking of him wearing only his wet pair of underwear and your Pink Floyd t-shirt that didn't even get close to his ass as he opened the door.

"Um, Y/n?" Eddie yelled from the front door.

"Yeah?" you asked as you jogged over.

"I don't think you're gonna have to wait until tomorrow to tell your mom about us" he said just as your eyes landed on your half naked boyfriend who was standing next to your very pissed off mother.

"Fuck"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction

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Part two of Sam x reader. Don’t forget to send across any fics you might want to see - any smut, fluff angst. Enjoy!

You wake up in the morning and consider if you’ve been hit by a truck. Your head is pounding hard, as if someone had slammed a block of cement right into your skull.

The curtains are drawn shut, hiding the room like a dark cave. It makes you think, where even are you?

The whole night was a blur, the last thing you remember was turning up at the party.

You weren’t a big drinker at the best of times anyway, probably because of how it made you feel the next day. Today was no exception, you seriously considered staying in bed for the whole day.

Well, making it home first to your bed. A voice groans beside you and you turn to see Quinn at your side - curled up and snoring without a care in the world.

“Oh good. You’re finally up” a voice calls, and you flinch at the sound. “Keep it down” you moan, burying into the mattress and pulling the thin duvet over your head.

The voice laughs, whoever it was clearly isn’t going anywhere. You concede and roll off the bed, coming face to face with a grinning Chad.

”Hey there” he greets, looking remarkably put together and the complete opposite to how you feel. Before you can even formulate a reply, another voice chimes in.

”Good morning lover girl” Mindy looks worse off than her brother, wearing a jumper you faintly recognise as Anika’s. Her eyes are dark, makeup smudged - and despite the mock happy tone, she sounds exhausted.

The word choice seems to specific for a casual joke, and it makes you think - what happened last night?

Perhaps you just flirted with someone? Quinn maybe? The more you thought about it, she did seem quite touchy feely last night. More than usual.

“What are you talking about?” You grumble, frowning at the sight of your crumpled clothes. The twins share a look, smirking wide in that trademark annoying way of theirs.

Sometimes they were such an annoying duo. “Everything just makes sense now” Chad replies cryptically and Anika appears from the doorway, hitting his arm.

”Stop teasing her you two” she hands you a glass of water with a small smile. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and accept the glass, holding a hand to your head and taking an Advil. “Where are we?”

”Some frat party. Jason? Jack?” Quinn pipes up from your side, suddenly awake and running a hand through her tangled hair. “What a night huh? Didn’t see that coming”

Everyone so far is acting strange, making you think that something must have definitely happened. You groan again, hoping it wasn’t too embarrassing as you follow the twins into the living room.

Tara sits on a couch, looking as wrecked as you feel. Besides her sits Sam, and you’re quick to avert your eyes.

Mindy seems to catch the action and raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Morning Tara” you greet your friend, joining her on the couch, as far away from Sam as you can manage.

”No good morning for me?” Sam cocks an eyebrow, voice unbearably hot in a husky tone. The twins giggle again, insufferable and Anika looks at her with sympathetic eyes.

“Uhhh” you trail away, not sure what was happening. She usually tended to ignore you back, but the telling smirk sent your way could maybe explain why everyone was acting like this. “Morning”

The silence is awkward, and you wring your hands as the group starts to disperse, heading off to classes.

Your best bet to find out what happened would be Anika, but she leaves with Ethan for an early morning session. The twins were clearly having way too much teasing you, and Tara seemed in a worse state than you.

That only left Sam herself, and Quinn. And you really didn’t want to ask Sam why she was acting so different, about what you must’ve clearly said.

Both options wouldn’t work, so you decide to hopefully ignore the problem and head home with the girls in silence.

The minute you step through the door, you lock yourself in your bedroom and get changed for class. The walk is quick, and class goes off without a hitch.

You almost forget about the events until the evening where you start to prepare dinner. Living with Sam had been amicable till now, something you hoped wouldn’t change.

The jar of tomatoes are on the top shelf and you sigh loudly, searching for the typical stool that you and Tara always have hanging around.

“No problem” a voice calls in sing song, reaching up to the shelf and grabbing it for you.

“Thank you....” your voice gets lost in your throat to see Sam leaning against the counter, holding the jar with a broad smile.

She looks happier to see you than usual where you both make polite small talk, grin stretching across her face as she waves the tomatoes towards you. “you need them or...”

You reach out and take them, feeling your cheeks blush the same colour. “Thank you Sam” you force your voice to be neutral

She’s wearing a blue tank top, one of your favourite looks on her - with black pants and a green jacket. It takes all of your resolve not to check her out fully as you refocus your attention to cooking.

”Need a hand?” She holds one up to you, eyes challenging. You ignore the clear pun behind the offer. “I’m good thanks”

”Sure thing”.

You continue to cook, and as you focus - you assume she’s gone. The room is peaceful, quiet and let’s you distract yourself with a task.

“So what’s for dinner?” You jump at the sound, knife slipping from the carrot and grazing your finger.

”Fuck Sam” you gasp, surprised to hear her voice. Your hand is dripping blood.

She joins you around the counter instantly, moving with such precision that you might have appreciated more if you weren’t bleeding all over the countertop.

”Shit. Sorry. Let me see it” She doesn’t give you a chance to reply, pushing you into a chair and grabbing your hand.

The wound isn’t big but starts to ache, you’ve never been good with blood. One time Chad had tried back flipping into a pool and caught his face on the edge, you had almost fainted at the sight.

”I don’t think you’ll need stitches” Sam murmurs, still holding your hand. Her palm is cool and strong against your sweaty skin and you nod as she pulls out a medical kit.

She wraps a plaster around the skin with precision, focused and unwavering in a way you admire. It isn’t just looks, you find Sam an attractive person in the way that she’s strong and reliable too.

”There we go” she adds a light bandage for good measure and you manage a weak smile. “Thanks for that”

She laughs, steadying you with a hand to the small of your back.“Easy now” and fuck. Her mouth is so close to your ear. Her voice low and rough. You bite down on your lip hard and screw your eyes shut.

You want her to hold you. To press you tight against your body until it aches.

The moment ends and she releases you, nodding at your bandaged finger. “Keep an eye on that” she demands, and her tone makes you squeeze your legs together as subtle as you can manage.

”Yes ma’am” you tease with a salute, growing more relaxed in her company. She grins at you, and when you think she’s going to leave - her head ducks down and presses a kiss to your finger.

“Call me if you need any help with dinner, or if you need any more medical assistance” she offers, winking at you before sauntering into her bedroom without a second look.

#scream 5 #scream 2023 #scream #scream 6 #scream one shot #scream request #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks #chad meeks #quinn bailey #ethan landry #anika

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plainclothesdisaster · 8 days

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Red Knight Chapter 5

DP x DC | Dead on Main

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The night after the brawl in Danny’s apartment Jason was out as Red Hood scouting a possible arms deal when he spotted it— a Curse Ghost, vaguely beastly and oozing black goo, just as ugly and unsettling as the one from Danny’s place. Jason texted him.

Found one.

So you didnʼt lose my number after all. Iʼll be right there.

Jason sent him the location- a rusted sewer grate at the edge of crime alley that he’d seen a curse ghost vanish into. Danny arrived minutes later in jeans and a jacket, same as always. Not like Jason had been expecting any different, but he had gotten used to working with the Bat. Capes and masks came standard. Danny was anything but standard.

“You bring the gear?” Danny asked as he stepped up toward the sewer gate Jason stood beside.

Jason opened his jacket to reveal he had strapped all kinds of whips and tasers and lasers and launchers to his holsters. He even wore the invisibility cuffs. And the sword.

Danny grinned. “I also brought something extra I think youʼll like.” He reached into his own jacket and pulled out, with great panache, a pair of plain white gym socks.

Jason scowled. “A selection from your laundry pile?” Still, he took them as Danny handed them over.

“If by laundry pile you mean my pile of genius inventions, then yes.”

“Iʼll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” Danny shrugged. “If getting sewer water in your shoes is your thing I won’t stop you.”

Jason frowned.

And then he found himself wearing Dannyʼs socks (back in his boots, mind you), hunting the curse down the drain tunnel, hovering inches above the water instead of sludging through it.

“Real flight just wasnʼt doable with the tech, but these still have their uses.” Danny commented from ahead, his voice echoing down the tunnel completely careless of stealth. He also hovered, simple as if gravity had just turned off for him, none of the wobbles or wavers in balance that Jason was currently trying to hide. Forty feet into the darkness of the sewer and Jason was relying on the night vision in his helmet. Meanwhile Danny seemed just fine.

As they approached a junction in the pipe, Danny slowed. “Its here,” he whispered. Jason sensed it too, somehow. The air was colder and more alive somehow, the colors more warped and saturated.

They peeked silently around the corner and there it was, lounging half submerged like an overstuffed crocodile. Black ooze seeped into the water all around it, making it hard to tell where the beast itself began.

Danny threw him a look, anticipation dancing in his Lazarus green eyes. And then without further warning he pounced.

Hopes of keeping their socks dry vanished. Danny was quickly sopping, no thanks to his outfit choice. Still he fought like a terror, ducking out of the way of massive dripping jaws that threatened to halve him as he returned blows and blasts in kind. Jason watched with trained curiosity. Heʼd been so preoccupied with not dying last time he hadnʼt learned much. This time he bit down his fear enough to make sense of how the curse ghost moved- like water and like a rockslide- and how Danny countered- like mist and lightning.

The curse ghost turned toward Jason and like a firecracker hid anger ignited and lost any inclination he had to stay on the sidelines. He instinctively reached for his guns but then thought better of it in close quarters. Instead he pulled the sword off his back. He swung with stiff determination, slicing through black crocodile hide. He felt a grim thrill as the beast roared.

Jason fought with less caution this time. More rhythm. In the end they overpowered it, beating it down deeper into the sludge until Danny sucked it up with the thermos, neat and tidy.

Danny smiled at him. “Nice work.”

Jason kneeled where it had fallen. Traces of black goo remained on the walls. He ran his fingers through it and it stuck to his gloves like slimy tar. “What the hell are these guys made of?”

Danny kneeled next to him, also inspecting the sludge remains. He pursed his lips. “It’s corrupted ectoplasm.”

Like Jason’s, Danny didn’t say. Didn’t need to.

“These guys are more solid than regular ghosts. It didn’t just phase out of here. It splashed in the water.” Danny rubbed the goo between his fingers before shaking it off.

“You said they’re Gotham’s curse, right? Makes sense that they’d be solid here, more than the regular ghosts.”

Danny looked at him, studying his face as if his mask wasn’t there. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

Why did he feel such a surge of glowing pride at Danny’s acknowledgement? Like passing another test. Earning his way into this world.

He caught himself. What the hell did he need to prove? He knew he was a great detective- and he could do it all without all the fancy tools and access that Bruce and his flock had.

But solving the curse ghosts was one thing. Solving Danny was what he really cared about. And to do that he needed Danny to trust him.

During the days that followed he tried to tend to his other cases, and he thought about Danny.

Mid stakeout of an upstart drug trafficker his mind wandered. Danny, going to class like some normal college kid. Eating lunch. Making friends. Did he have friends? Jason considered tailing him again to find out, but he thought better of it. If Danny caught him snooping now it wouldn’t be easy to explain it away, and he’d lose the burgeoning trust between them. Or burgeoning friendship. Were they friends?

Jason had made allies for less before, but with Danny he couldn’t let his guard down, not completely. Jason remembered how he took down four thugs like it was nothing. He remembered how Danny looked at him with icy eyes right before he’d dropped him off a building. Every instinct reminded him Danny was dangerous.

The back alley door he’d been watching opened and it took him two seconds longer than it should have for him to react. The men nearly saw him as he ducked his head behind the corner and out of sight.

He eavesdropped on the drug deal, mentally filing away details on where the money was going. He watched as the men got in a black car, noted the license plate. It all felt a bit pedestrian compared to the Lovecraftian beasts he now knew to be lurking in the shadows.

He’d dealt with his fate share of meta weirdness and science experiments gone wrong in Gotham. But he wondered if this was how Bruce felt after coming back from dealing with Justice Leage level business. How was he supposed to focus on small time drug trade when a supernatural threat loomed large over his city?

Amity Park continued to yield no answers, even when he deepened his search. Going out of his way to delve into Gotham library archives wielded no new leads. Newspapers, business reports, even government documents- all missing or, more worrisome, heavily redacted.

When he looked again for the scientific paper by the Drs. Fenton, it had also disappeared from the net. Good thing he’d made a backup when he first discovered it, but it meant someone wasn’t taking too kindly to him poking around.

None of what he found explained what Danny was. Or, maybe more importantly, what kind of person he was.

He remembered something Alfred had once told Bruce after long nights of fruitless research. Some things you can’t solve while holed up in your cave. Some you have to do personally.

He didnʼt remember agreeing to it but he found himself meeting up with Danny nearly every night. Even if he tried to work on his other cases, inevitably a curse ghost would show up and derail his evening plans.

Danny speculated that they sought out Jason more now because he’d proved himself a threat, the same way they came after Danny. “Now that they know your ecto signature-“ whatever the hell that was- they’ll come looking. Territorial bastards.”

“Easier than hunting them down I guess.”

“I like the positive attitude.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

They established a meeting place on the roof old hotel that sat in the heart of crime alley. There had been texts exchanged at first but as the weeks went on they became unnecessary. Jason knew that when he swung up on to the roof each night that Danny would be there waiting for him.

That particular night he landed on the roof with barely a sound. Dannyʼs eyes still flicked over immediately. He sat where he typically did on the roofs edge, and his lips turned up in a half smile as soon as he saw Jason. Excitement buzzed in Jasonʼs skin like neon. Adrenaline. Just the anticipation for the upcoming hunt, he told himself. Certainly nothing else.

They weren’t waiting long before sirens and burglar alarms rang like beacons a few streets over.

“Shall we?” Jason cracked his knuckles.

“After you.”

Jason tipped himself forward off the building, diving in a short free fall. As he neared the street he didn’t reach for his grapple gun, instead he pulled on that energy under his heart, focused on his socks and hovered the last few feet to the ground. Danny followed behind in lazy twists and curls like a leaf in the wind.

They caught up with the curse ghost on the next block over. It ran through the street, a mangy goopy dog, as tall as a truck with too-sharp teeth. As it passed lights in doorways flickered and went dark, cars honked in the streets as drivers cut each other off, the cops on the corner stopped a group of teens with hands itching at their hips.

Jason felt it too, the way that whisky burns down your throat, riling you at your core.

“Ooh it’s a real nasty one,” Danny quipped. Was it Jason’s imagination or were his teeth even sharper than usual?

So far Jason had only encountered the beasts in places already filled with death and fear and aggression. It made his skin crawl to see the effect work the other way. The beast crashed through the street like an invisible wave, spreading misfortune, inciting aggression. He tasted acid at the back of his throat.

Danny had told him the curse caused suffering and then fed on it, a cycle that perpetuated ending with it getting stronger and stronger. All at the expense of Gotham. It struck Jason as blunt as a crowbar to the side. No matter what he did as Red Hood, no matter what any of the bats did— peace in Gotham had less than a snowball’s chance in hell. Not with these beasts running wild.

He ran after it wordlessly, Danny by his side. They followed the trail of misfortune through the streets of crime alley and then into downtown proper. Jason had half a though about truces and territories made with Batman in where he could and could not operate, but any qualms blew past him as his vision tunneled on the beast.

Heat churned under his skin and he felt a swell of rage despite the fact that Danny still kept pace beside him. This rage wasn’t sharp and bright like the rage he intimately knew, instead it burned oily and black.

They rounded a corner and real heat smacked him in the face. Ahead of them a building burned vigorously, flames eating their way out windows on every floor. He watched as the curse ghost dove through the open front door into the inferno.

“Shit,” Danny hissed beside him. “I’m going in.”

Without further warning Danny disappeared, presumably diving in after the beast.

The rage still burning in his gut egged Jason on to follow. Then, a cry from above. In the window, two kids framed by an orange inferno. Below on the street other people covered in soot pointed up, desperation in their voices.

Sense snapped back to him like an ice bath, priorities set. He strode toward the building and launched a grapple line, zipping up to the window.

“Grab on tight.” He hoisted two little girls off the windowsill and they followed his instruction, clinging to his midsection. He lowered them all down just as a loud crack came from the building above as the beams began to burst.

As he set the girls on the ground the older one spoke up, her voice barely a squeak. “Our brother-“

Fuck. Jason looked back up. The window frame was nearly devoured in flame. Fuck.

The wail of sirens echoed steadily closer, but not fast enough. He couldn’t just rush in unscathed like Danny had, he wasn’t wearing the jacket that made him intangible (supposedly, he hadn’t yet made it work all the way). But he still had to do something. He gripped his grapple gun and steeled himself.

And then Danny shot out of the second story window like a comet, landing haphazardly beside Jason. Around his neck, wrapped safely within his arms, was a little boy.

The sisters cried out with joy and Danny passed the boy to them, dazed and soot covered but still breathing. Danny smiled up at Jason, ashes tangled in the mess of his black hair.

“Red Hood?”

Shit. He would recognize that voice even if he were still dead.

“Batman.” Jason turned and saw his former mentor illuminated in firelight.

Fire trucks and EMTs arrived moments later, tending to the civilians and doing what they could against the blaze. Out of the corner of his eye Jason saw a flash of the iconic red and yellow on the roof. Robin was deploying some kind of fire extinguishing smoke bombs from above.

“What happened here?” Batman was never one to mince words. Still, Jason didn’t appreciate the accusatory undertone.

“Isn’t a guy allowed to save a few kids from a burning building once in a while?” He retorted.

“You’re outside of Crime Alley. Any particular reason?”

“W—“ he glanced over his shoulder. Danny was nowhere to be seen. Good. “I was just passing through. Helped how I could. But now it seems like you and Gotham’s finest have got it handled so I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait—“

Jason in fact did not wait. He shouldered his way past running firemen and slipped deeper into the shadows behind the crowd. He remembered the invisibility cuffs and with a bit of focus he made extra certain Batman couldn’t follow.

He waited till he was safely back inside the streets of crime alley (he chuckled to himself that anyone could think of these streets as safe) before he dropped the invisibility.

He found Danny waiting for him on top of their hotel.

“You okay?” Danny asked as Jason sat next to him on the edge of the roof.

“Fine.”

“Sorry I bailed so quickly, I-“

“Batman can not find out about you,” Jason interrupted. Meta or not, Batman wouldn’t be pleased if anyone as powerful as Danny was roaming around Gotham unchecked. If Bruce saw him, if he got any sense of his capabilities, he’d certainly confront him, or worse.

“Yeah, exactly, way ahead of you,” Danny breathed. “The Dark Knight is not on the list of heroes I’d like to meet.”

Jason hummed in the affirmative, satisfied.

“You get the curse ghost?”

“What? Oh, no. Forgot about him as soon as I saw there were still people. in the building. I think I got them all out before the B man showed up.”

“You’re a hero then. Or vigilante.”

“Was. I’m retired.”

“You don’t seem retired to me.”

“It’s complicated.”

In truth Jason had been relieved when Danny flew out of the building with that kid. Relieved for the kid of course, but equally relieved that Danny had chosen the civilians over the curse ghost. It meant that maybe he was just as altruistic as he claimed to be.

“So are these ghosts better or worse than the ones in Amity Park?” Jason ventured, pushing what trust he’d built.

Danny stiffened at the mention of Amity Park.

“I never mentioned Amity.” A hint of dangerous green glinted behind his eyes. Jason swallowed.

“I know. I was curious.” He replied, as breezy as possible. Like he hadn’t spent hours scouring through old records and obscure blogs to even get this scrap of information.

Danny pressed his lips together. “I haven’t been back in a long time.”

“Not even to see your parents?” Jason was getting reckless now.

“No.” Hard and cold as stone. “They’re not there anymore.”

Noted. Fenton parents were a subject to avoid with Danny. And a subject he would need to redouble his research on.

“And yeah. All ghosts are similar everywhere. Aside from the Curse Ghosts.” Danny offered, the chill fading from the air.

Getting info off of him was easy if Jason asked the right questions. Figuring out the questions was the hard part.

“How did they even get here then? The Curse Ghosts.” Jason asked. “Is there a portal close by?” Portal like the one the Fentons may or may not have created, like the one that supposedly killed Danny.

“No, they’re special. They form here in Gotham, no portal necessary,” came Danny’s unguarded reply. His gaze was far off, down into the streets like he could see them there.

“Actually,” Danny got that conspiratorial look as he turned to Jason, “Come with me.”

“Iʼve been trying to find a pattern for where the curse ghosts show up.” Danny sat at the messy desk in his apartment. Jason leaned over his shoulder as he pointed to a map on an outdated monitor.

It was Gotham, with red points dotting various locations. Jason recognized a few as locations theyʼd fought Curse Ghosts together but there were dozens more spots that Jason hadnʼt been at.

“Crime Alley is one obvious hot spot. Plenty of misery here to feed off of. But also— here by the docks, in the business district, by city hall, at Arkham.”

“So, anywhere.” Jason deadpanned.

Danny shot him a look. He clicked a key and another layer of dots showed up on the map.

“News stories of note- strange deaths, corruption, theft. Thereʼs always a surge after a beast shows up.”

“Seems obvious. And unhelpful.”

Danny huffed. “Yeah, well, usually one of your seventeen resident vigilantes shows up and restores order before things get too bad. Starves ‘em out a bit, unlike the big fish we were after tonight. But this is still helpful to get a bead on those to avoid real disasters.”

Jason studied the map layered with articles. “There has to be a way to predict where they’ll form.”

Danny hit a few keys and tossed him a thumb drive. “Knock yourself out.”

Danny leaned back in his chair. He looked tired.

Jason changed the subject. “So what do you study?”

“Huh?”

He gestured to the GU hoodie and various homework-esque bits around the room.

“Oh. Mechanical Engineering,” Danny replied with limited enthusiasm. “What about you? You go to school?”

“Not since I died.” Jason replied. Danny winced. “But itʼs okay. Not really my scene.”

“Oh cmon. There must be something youʼd want to study.”

“Maybe- no. Itʼs stupid.” Jason sat down on the arm of the sofa- the one that was still mostly intact.

“They have all sorts of weird degrees you can do now. You could do Crimonogy. Physicology. Extreme weightlifting with a minor in anthropology.”

“Or Literature.”

“What?” The corners of Danny’s mouth quirked up as he turned toward Jason.

“You know- the classics. Novels. The poets. That kind of stuff.”

Dannyʼs face curled into a smile. “Didnʼt peg you for the type.”

“You donʼt know me.” Jason was thankful the helmet hid the heat rising to his face.

“Touché.”

“Why mechanical engineering?” Jason countered.

“My grades were so shit in high school it was kind of a fall back.” Jason raised a doubting eyebrow.

“No really,” Danny continued, “I grew up around my parents tinkering. I couldnʼt help but pick it up. Much easier than studying Literature.”

“But do you actually like it?”

He shrugged. “Iʼm good at it. Isn’t that basically the same thing?”

Jason snorted. “Not at all. You still get to choose.”

Danny turned away, hiding his face. The silence stretched on for a long moment. Then, “So why are you a crime lord instead of a literature professor?”

Jason considered the question. Truthfully it hadn’t considered doing anything but what he did. This life he lived felt a bit inevitable. On his worst days maybe he’d considered giving up, but then his anger would always come snarling back. Anger at Bruce, anger at the Joker, anger at Gotham itself. Fighting was his only reprieve.

Or so he thought, before he met Danny. Before the irrationality of his rage had been doused completely for the first time since his death. For the first time it felt like he had room to consider. Room to choose.

“Gotham needs someone like me. As soon as it doesn’t you can catch me in the lecture hall teaching Jane Eyre.”

Danny considered him with a hint of a smile. “I’ll be sure to register for that credit when you do.”

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp dc crossover #danny phantom #red hood #fanfic #fanfiction #dc x dp #dp x dc fic #red knight fic #jason todd #I finished this on my phone on a beach so pls excuse any wonkiness

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cypherscript · 1 year

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In Bad Taste Part 2

"Four feet?!" The entirety of the league at the meeting is up on their feet. "Why so fast?"

"Do you have any pictures of the orb or the bodies? Were they dead," Batman asks as he pulls up the location of the League's hideout via a satellite trying to gain visual of what she was talking about.

"All but one. Why did you send Hood? I thought he was on your no go list."

"Hood's been getting better, he was the most logical one to infiltrate the League; he was already in good graces with them when Talia used the pits to bring him back. Being on my no go list made it seem like he was no longer associated with me. I have visual, why did they have the orb out in the middle of the courtyard?"

"I have some footage of the scene, they appeared to have been trying to cast some kind of spell to link the orb with other locations or maybe to expand its radius of effect. It's not completed," Zatanna places a device into a port on the table and pictures of a large magic circle surrounds the larger orb. The next few pictures were of the corpses lined up, some of the faces looking familiar to Bruce.

"So Ras is gone then, that's the man right there."

"So it appears," Zatanna agrees, switching the screen to one of the orb, with it being so big now details not seen are clear.

Superman looks at the picture closely, "Is it just me or does that look like a a bunch of stars?"

Batman says nothing as he runs the image through multiple star charting programs, "You're correct, Superman. I'm getting multiple confirmations; Perseus-Pisces, Pisces-Cetus, Ursa Major, the Centaurus Cluster, The Milky Way, Sto-Oa, Rao. It keeps going, it shows to be every star in our sky as well."

"Rao," Superman asks, looking for the familiar star by its formation. "How old is this thing?"

"We should contact Hal and the lanterns to let them know. This could be one of theirs or maybe the Guardians know what it is?"

"I'm sending the message now," Batman types away at the keypad, "While we wait for them I'm going to check on Hood."

"We'll come with you," Diana says as Bruce moves the files to his personal device.

"Do as you wish. Zatanna bring in Constantine, we may need his help."

***

The Justice League have arrived at the compound just thirty minutes later and it is swarming with more assassins and goons. Talia's there giving orders, "Remember! Squad D, do not go near the artifact! Everyone else is fine to approach, I want this circle destroyed post haste!"

Batman had snuck his way into their camp and put Talia in a hold, "Why are you here, Talia?"

"Br-" Batman tightens his hold painfully, "Batman, I suppose you're here for Jason?"

"Where is he?!"

"He's safe, you don't want to see him right now. He's back to the way he was when I first found him. It's not a pretty sight."

"Fine, what's with the orb then? You didn't answer my question, I know your father is dead, why are you here?"

"Same reason you are I suppose, I'm putting a stop to father's plans for this artifact. He planned on linking it with every Lazarus Pit on the planet, he believed this to be the heart of the god who made the pits and wished to bring it back. To bad for him he didn't know what I now know; it's not just the Lazarus waters it's absorbing, it's also draining the energy from those who have died and come back via other means. It hasn't killed anyone yet, just makes them unable to move until they're removed from its radius."

Batman releases her and taps his comms, "Batman reporting in, stay away from the compound."

Superman's comms respond, "I heard, I was able to pull myself back before I couldn't move. Felt like the life of me was being drained. Zatanna and Constantine seem to be fine, Wonder Woman says it feels like hades is staring into her soul from here."

"It feels like it's looking at me," Shazam pipes in.

"Noted, fill them in on what's going on. We need some league members who haven't been resurrected before. Let Talia's men destroy the circle then we can figure out a way to get it off the planet and away from the pits."

"Well aren't you the lucky lot," Hal's voice comes in over their comms, "Calvary's here. I can get it off planet for you."

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And there we go, part 2 like I promised. Also you were close @victoria-has-no-secret but it's ALL of the people who've been resurrected not just the pits. mwahahaha Now to get the tag list out of the way. hope I'm doing this right... As I was typing this up, it seemed like I made the Orb sound like an SCP... hmm, thoughts for future works.

@mnemovoid @may-rbi @cugzarui @ekatkit @farmercale @blackroserelina @justwannabecat @dragonborne-writer @aikoiya @chrysanthemum9484

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #justice league #full ghost danny #the observants are totes dead #superman #batman #wonder woman #zatanna #green lantern #shazam #ghost king au #danny fenton #fanfiction #hey i promised #story

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Jason Todd x Vampire!Reader

Little Vamp

Note: This doesn’t follow any comic canon. :D

Warnings: Slight bit suggestive

Lately there have been more sightings of vampires around Gotham, with the rise of vampires. Vampire hunters also increased in numbers.

Jason was recently tracking down these ‘vampire hunters'’. He didn’t really believe in vampires but then again, he was brought back to life by green water so who was he to say what’s real or fake. He’s been keeping tabs on Penguin, Penguin has been hiring assassins to find vampires - since there’s an old legend that says a dead vampire's blood has properties of immortality, or whatever. All those reports led him to you. You're the most important vampire listed in Penguin's list. Jason had a few options in mind, it was to either kill you, or save you. He has no idea if you're a good or bad vamp. He'll find the answer to his question soon enough though .

It was in the dead of night, you were hunting. Silently stalking a creep in a dingy alleyway, that creep has been staring at some young drunk girl. You growled softly in disgust, you had class. You didn’t like to drink the blood of the low, you liked ‘normal’ blood; Preferably blood of non-creeps, though you can't be picky, especially since you had a decent moral. Which is to not hurt innocent people.

The guy slowly went up to the drunk girl, holding her waist and trying to sweet talk her into having a good time. The girl, despite being drunk, rejected him. The man didn’t take the rejection well, leading to him groping her. You had enough, you jumped in. Pushing the creep away with your enhanced strength, he fell to the floor, scurrying away as he's been caught. The girl ran away when it happened, but you panicked when she started darting towards the road.

Deep down, you aren’t a bad person. You have the title of a vampire, and vampires have a bad rep. You killed the guilty and saved the innocent, however all that killing has rightfully messed with your moral compass. You abandoned the creep who was your meal for the night, and ran towards the girl who was inches away from the busy road.

You ran and ran, as fast as you could. The problem was, you had super strength, and super hearing only. You didn’t have superspeed, and for some reason that drunken girl was faster than you. “Hey! Stop-..” You heaved in a deep breath. “Stop running!” Reaching your hand out to grab her, luckily you caught her by her hair. You yanked her and she came stumbling to you. The girl cried out for help and apparently god was at her side today. A red batarang came flying towards you; the whooshing sound alerted you.

You let go of the girl and dodged the batarang. Looking up you saw a guy, covered by his red hood. “Preying on innocent people? Looks like vampire stories are true.” The stranger shouted out to you. You felt your bloodlust increase as your hunger rose, a sign that you needed to feed or you might go feral. Okay maybe the stories about vampires are not far off from the real thing.

“What little vamp can’t speak?” He mocked. Jumping down from the high building he stood from, holding onto a metal pipe to slow down his descent. You watched cautiously as he approached you, you finally got a closer look of him. His muscles and his height intimidated you a bit. You backed off slowly when you heard the sound of a gun clocking. “Look, there have been sightings of you killing off criminals..I have respect but that's not the way to do things.” He lifted his arm and pointed a gun at you.

“Wait don’t!-” You shouted out, using your arms to shield your face. Jason watched you, he was having second thoughts about killing you. You didn’t seem all bad, sure you killed but it was only criminals, something which he supports. Plus he did kill as well. He lowered the gun, he was still on guard. Thinking that you could be using his emotions to play with him. He observed you through his red mask, the way your body shivered in fear and how your breathing seemed uneven. There’s no way she could be faking all that? If so she could be a damn of an actor. He thought to himself. Jason carefully walked over to you, he couldn’t see your face. He looked at you up and down, trying to find any weapons on you. Nothing, however.. the way your body looks..Jason closed his eyes and just took in a deep breath. Not the time for that now. He scolded himself.

You slowly put down your defensive stance and looked at him. He just kinda stood there, frozen in a walking stance. “Uh..? Hello?” You waved a hand to his face, he snapped out of his trance and jumped away from your hand. Jason and you stood a few distances apart, he was thinking about what to do with you now. You clearly had good strength, he was watching when you pushed the creepy dude who was twice your size away...It clicked, you could be a useful ally to have. “What’s your name, little vamp?”

You tilted your head at him, “Why do you want to know?” It was odd. A stranger wanting to know your name after threatening to kill you, there’s clearly a catch to it.

Jason pondered for a bit, he knew that Penguin is looking for you - more specifically, your blood, or DNA. whichever does not matter. If your DNA gets into the wrong hands, it’ll be a catastrophe. The world has enough clones, it doesn't need more. “You could be of use to me.” Jason said in a monotone voice, he saw how your face scrunched up. Cute..It was odd, he just met you and yet he feels an attraction to you...But anyways, Jason saw how your once confident body language became closed off. Crossing your arms and you glaring at him. He must've hit a nerve, he quickly backtracks on what he said.

“I mean like, you’re a vampire. Penguin is hunting for you..I could offer you protection and you could help me out. Fair trade?” You scoffed, your pride getting the better of you. “I don’t need a simple human to protect me from humans.” You didn’t believe him, because who would protect you? You’re a vampire, feared by humanity and will always be labeled as a threat. But then again..Your heart is aching, you want to believe that this stranger will protect you. Naive little vampire.

You’ve been used before as a weapon, a test subject, and a bait. You just want to be normal, as normal as a vampire can get. No more fighting and killing. Just a mundane life is all you ever hoped for.

Jason knew what you were feeling when you stayed silent. He may be dense when it comes to emotions but he isn’t oblivious to it. “Look vamp. I get it, you feel like you can’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me either if I were you.” He slowly walked to you. Looking down at you from his looming height, Jason crouched slightly to be face to face with you. “Just trust me alright…I’ll be honest, I see a lot of myself in you, (not like that.) untrusting, prideful. And all that other bullshit, I get it.”

Your gaze softens and your breath hitches, you couldn’t help but want to trust him. Furthermore, his gaze made your face feel warm. Your head was indecisive but your heart has made the decision. “I’ll meet you in the Batburger restaurant nearby.” You tossed him a tracker that you made, it was in a bat symbol. Not for Batman, it’s for the fact you’re a vampire. You know, the myths of vampires being able to turn into bats. “I’ll find you tomorrow night.” Jason tilted his head in confusion.

“Vamp..You could just come with me right now. You know that right?” You turned around and walked away. The sway of your hips commanded his attention, he looked at you up and down once again as you spoke. “I need to hunt. I’m a little vamp after all.” Your teasing tone of voice was like music to Jason’s ears. He’s entranced by you. Supposedly all stories of vampires are true to some extent. You’re beautiful in an intimidating way, just like how vampires are described to be. The way you talk and act. He’s a goner. Jason would’ve offered himself as your meal right then and there, but he didn’t want to scare you away. So he watched you jump away on rooftops, blending into the city lights. Jason is eager to see you again. He stared at the tracker you gave him, a smirk forming behind his red mask. See you soon..Little vamp. He thought, as he went on with his night as Red Hood.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you

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Phantom in Gotham 3

Chapter 2

"Anyone see the ghost tonight?" Tim asked when they'd gathered around the bat computer after patrol. Out of all of them, Tim had been most focused on the mystery surrounding the ghost kid. He'd found a little bit about the extent of Casper’s powers, that he was young, alone, and was in danger but couldn't or didn’t want to ask for help from the bats. Nightwing also mentioned the ghost's favorite color was blue, but Tim thought he might be making that part up.

"He was with me for a while,"Dick said, climbing onto another chair with a cup of cocoa in his hands. Where he’d gotten it, Tim had no idea. "But he disappeared after I met with Jason."

"You think maybe he followed Jason?" Tim asked, sitting up straighter. "He just got back from some sort of mission, right? A ghost and a zombie hanging out doesn’t sound like a good idea."

"Yeah, and thanks for telling me you guys have been haunted for the past month,"Red Hood piped up. Everyone in the room turned to look at him as he stepped off his bike, signature helmet in hand. Jason ignored Dick's excited greeting and the Bat's hard stare. "You coulda’ told me he was just a kid. I almost shot the poor guy. Not that it woulda hit him,"Jason added under his breath.

The room was silent, and Jason made a face. "What?"

"You saw him?" Dick asked incredulously.

"Like, actually saw him? The ghost?" Tim added, fingers twitching to type on the computer.

"Yeah, goes by Phantom by the way," Jason said, commandeering a chair. "He's about Timmy's age, bit smaller. Short white hair, black jumpsuit, pointy ears, pale skin, and glowing green eyes. Cute little fangs too."

"Green eyes?" Batman grunted, the whole room once again tense at the implications.

"Yeah yeah, I'm getting to it,"Jason sighed, plopping down into the comfy chair. Without the green haze he didn't feel like starting an argument. If anything, he could really go for a nap. He dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly before continuing. "Anyway, after almost shooting him, Glowstick tells me that I'm contaminated with ectoplasm, or in our case, Lazarus water. "

"Ectoplasm?" Tim repeated, turning to the computer to start on a hunt for info about it. Jason nodded.

"It's what ghosts call it. Says his kind of ghosts are from a different realm connected to ours, where some portals open and let ghosts or ectoplasm through sometimes. Think that's how the pits were made,"Jason said, leaving out the part about Phantom telling the other ghosts about the pits. He hoped maybe the kid or his king might be able to do something about them so he wouldn't have to think about them ever again.

"How do you know he was not lying to you?' Demon Spawn scoffed, and Jason only rolled his eyes.

"If you'd let me finish,"Jason drawled. "He explained a lot of this stuff because he thought I was like him."

"He thought you were a ghost?" Dick frowned.

"Sort of. He said there's different types. A ghost is reliant only on ectoplasm, but there’s also Halfas, who are part human but have more ghost parts so they also need ectoplasm to function. And then me, who didn't have any ghost parts but still had ectoplasm,"Jason explained, feeling like he should have gone home for a nap before this whole conversation."Phantom said I was contaminated with it, and offered to get rid of it."

"He what?" Dick exclaimed, the room erupting in similar arguments.

"Did you let him?" Tim asked, and Jason let out a groan. He just wanted a nap.

Batman shot Jason a look, opening his mouth to no doubt say something about the dangers of ghost children lurking in alleys when Jason interrupted.

"Shut up,"Jason snapped, and everyone quieted.

"I did let him."Jason added, glaring at the others so they didn't interrupt him. "We talked. He didn’t even touch me. It worked, and he sort of just, pulled all the ectoplasm out of me." Jason explained, dropping his arms to his sides after waving them in a way the ghost kid was.

"What did he do with it?" Bruce questioned, and Jason just reached into his bag to pull out his newly acquired paperweight. He tossed the sphere to Bruce, who reluctantly caught it.

"He froze it with ‘Ghost Ice’. Said it won't ever melt and I'll have a nice paperweight forever. He did apologize for not being able to make it into a cool statue though, so that’s fun,"Jason stated blankly. Batman observed the green and blue swirly ball before passing it to Tim, who was making grabby hands at it. "Not sure about his other powers, but he could manipulate ectoplasm, fly, freeze stuff, and go invisible and intangible. He also had a symbol on his chest on some sort of hazmat suit, sort of like a hero would, but it was.. Odd."

"Can you draw it? The symbol?" Tim cut in, passing Jason a paper and pen. Jason drew the flaming D with the P on the inside and passed it back, aware of all the eyes on him staring warily.

"And how do you feel?" Dick asked, hovering a bit, arms stretched out to touch Jason but not actually touching him."Is it gone for good?"

Jason sighed. How did he feel? "Tired mostly, but lighter. Phantom said to find him if it came back, but it shouldn't. I don't feel angry anymore though, no green rage-"

Before he could end his sentence, Dick scooped him into a hug, proclaiming he was so glad and happy for Jason, who just leaned into the hug. Maybe he was a bit too touch-starved and tired for this sort of conversation, but Jason didn't really care at the moment. Bruce watched with narrowed eyes, but he could see the relief and hope swirling in them too.

"You should stay at the Manor tonight, for observation,"Bruce said, and Jason just shrugged, which made Tim give him an odd look and Dick looked like he was about to start crying with happiness. "Did he say what he wanted in return?"

Jason batted Dick away and shook his head. "He didn't want anything. Pretty sure the kid was just curious about the pit rage, and wanted to help in case I turned out to be like him."He scoffed,"Hell, if I knew all I needed was a scrawny ghost kid to get rid of the rage, my life woulda been a hell of a lot easier these past few years."

Everyone nodded in agreement at that. Dick softened in relief that nothing bad would happen because of this, and if anything, the little ghost that followed them was more of a help than what Damian called an annoyance. "What about the Halfas? Did he say more about those?" Tim asked. "I haven't heard of the Ghost Zone, or anything about Metas with ghost powers."

"S'not a meta. Different species more like. All the ghosts and Halfas are in hiding,"Jason said,"Apparently there's a secret branch of the government that hunts them. Mentioned some sort of Anti-ectoplasm act or somethin’. Phantom didn't elaborate, but I'm guessing Halfa's are half human, half ghost, and very rare. Figured he was in Gotham because he's looking out for one or all of them."

"All of them?" Bruce grunted.

"Only three halfas in the world, that he knew of,"Jason nodded, letting the information sink in. "That's why the kid was so eager to help, I guess. The Ghost Investigation Ward hunts anything with ectoplasm, for experiments, weapons, power sources, you name it. Kid thought they might come after me since they have something to detect ectoplasm. He said something about no one choosing to come in contact with the stuff and once you have it’s hard to find someone to teach you about it. Think he’s probably a hero or something in the Ghost Zone."

"Definitely something we're gonna look into,"Tim nodded,"He'd mentioned he was in danger before on patrol, so I bet the reason he didn't want our help is cause we sort of work with the government and might have to turn him in, I guess."Tim said, then added. "I'm looking at the Anti-Ecto Acts right now. Looks like it was snuck in with a bunch of bills about the environment to get passed. Jason's right, anything with ectoplasm falls under this. States that they're not classified as sentient, and gives funding to the ‘Ghost Investigation Ward’ to get rid of them or study them with whatever means necessary should they 'invade' earth."

"How have we not heard of this before?" Damian asked, folding his arms with a scowl. Jason figured this sort of topic was one Damian hated most. Kid valued all life, even the afterlife apparently.

"Well, if all the ghosts and Halfas are hiding, and the law is hidden, there wouldn't be any sort of outlier that would gain our attention." Tim muttered, skimming the documents pulled up on the computer. "There's blatant dehumanization in this, it’s horrible. This shouldn't have been passed."

"Did Phantom say anything about their dimension?" Batman asked, getting to the point.

Jason hummed, "Said it was also called the Infinite Realms. It's where all ghosts are from and they rarely come to the human realm unless there's a thin spot, or man-made portal. Some ghosts have the power to make portals too, but Phantom can’t, I don’t think. Didn't say much, just that it was all made up of ectoplasm and ruled by the Ghost King."

"Ghost King?" Tim hummed. The kid was typing away furiously on the computer, and Jason was pretty sure he'd be like that all night. Now that the kid had some sort of mystery on his hands, there was no way he'd let it go. Bruce merely grunted, in a way that Jason thought meant 'how could we have missed a whole other realm of super powered beings in another dimension who happen to come to their realm on so many occasions that a secret government organization was formed to get rid of them.’ It made Jason smile smugly at being the first one to find out about it.

Jason eyed his green and blue sphere, now being examined by the Demon Brat, and felt something like peace for the first time in a long time. He knew he owed it to Phantom to help him with their GIW problem now. Not that they wouldn’t have before, but he felt indebted to the kid. Glowstick didn't know how long Jason had been struggling with the pit madness, just offered to help as soon as he noticed. It was heartwarming.

"You said Phantom was Tim's age?" Bruce suddenly asked, and the room groaned collectively.

"You can't adopt a deceased teenager, father."Damian scowled.

Chapter 4

#Phantom in gotham #pog #danny phantom #dcxdp #dpxdc

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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*gives you a bag*

This bag hold Yuki's bones, my first and beloved deceased dog.

Please take care of them...

ANYWAY! There is some prompts about Danny being friends with an member of the batclan, and some other prompts about Danny having a surprise clone child with one a bat/bird (never understood why they are called batfamily when most of them has bird-based names).

So what if we mix them?

Danny and Jason (for example, could be any other) are friends and have been since Jason first showed up in the GZ.

Vlad, trying to clone our ghostboy again attack him in a hurry to get his blood as a sample, there's a good sized blood pool there, but Jason ends up bleeding over it, mixing those two's blood.

Vlad in a hurry didn't notice it and collected the mixed blood and go make the clone.

Suspicious about Vlad collecting blood search for him, it takes months.

When they finally find him, they see the physically 3 years old in a tube.

They freak out, of course they do. Danny was pissed he was cloned AGAIN by Vlad, and Jason didn't know what to do in a situation like this.

Babs owned a favour to Jason and made documents to the clone so she/he existed legally. (you decide the gender, or you could be chaotic and make them gender-fluid)

Jason and Danny get together...

because Danny is overpowered being, he could change his gender any time he wanted. He just stayed in his male form mostly for simplicity sake.

so when they have to be in public, like in a gala, Danny becomes a woman.

about the kid, they would be a gremlin, love chaos, and the metal pipe would be their weapon choice.

the child would definitely be half ghost, thanks to Jason having lazarus water/tainted ectoplasm in his blood, instead of a quarter.

You can change some things if you want or not.

But i definitely want to read all the others versions people can come up with. (yes, I plan to write this when i'm in the mood to.)

Surprise Clone Child AU!'s are sick as hell. Jason and Danny are doing their best to raise their kid. They have no idea what ghostly traits they'll show as they age but they're going to do their damndest for their kids life to be perfect.

#surprise clone kid au #danny phantom #dp x dc #writing prompts #dc comics #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #welcometosasakiworld

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maccreadysbaby · 21 hours

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: anxiety attacks

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

yall this is the chapter i’ve been waiting for

part thirty-eight

❝ AIR AND FIRE AND WATER (OH MY) ❞

THURSDAY — SEPTEMBER 3 — 1:00 PM

BENTLEY WAS SILENT ALL THE WAY HOME. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. Other than the fact he was pretty much at a standstill regarding his father and the Secret Keeper and all that jazz, he was starting to feel strange. Like a part of him had been ripped out and thrown into the Gotham Harbor. Like one of his organs had been removed and replaced by one that didn’t fit quite right — like something wrong was inside of him now.

It was like he could feel his blood pumping in his veins. The entire car ride, he could hear it in his ears. He could hear the gasoline swishing in Jason’s gas tank. He could feel the windshield washing liquid like it was a part of him when Jason cleaned the bugs off the window. He could feel Jason’s blood pumping through Jason’s veins.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The wrongness just kept getting wronger when they pulled up at the Manor, because it went from Jason and Jason’s car to feeling the water moving through the whole house. Like he had an ear against every pipe in the Manor, listening to the liquid swish and move. He knew where it was. Where it was going. He knew where each and every toilet and sink and shower and fridge was from exactly where he was sitting in Jason’s car. Where every saline bag and liquid medicine and electrolyte drink was sitting in the cave. The drip Asten was on, how much was left in it, and every single time it dripped.

Why the hell did he know that?

Jason said something to him when he got out of the car, but he didn’t hear it. It sounded like there was a waterfall inside the Manor. When he went through the door, it just got worse — he could hear every bead, droplet, every liquid in the house screaming and sloshing and moving and churning and bubbling. He could feel it like it was all inside of him, like it was him, like he was made out of water. He could hear his blood moving. He could hear Jason’s blood. Asten’s blood. Nico’s blood. Bruce and Alfred and Dick and Damian and the animals and Duke and everything — could feel the blood, the water, everything. He could feel everything.

He walked up the stairs one step at a time, every rational thought — every thought at all — literally drowned out by the sound. The feelings. He felt like he was going to explode. Like he was going to die. By the time he got to the top of the stairs, he was shaking, and breathing wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been. Why did he feel so wrong? So wrong? So wrong?

His mind kinda-sorta came back to him when he ran face-first into someone in the hall. Someone with a purple hoodie and black sweatpants.

When Dick Grayson looked down at him, Bentley started crying.

“Whoa, hey there, kiddo, what’s wrong?” Dick questioned, kneeling down to the child’s height, his crystalline blue gaze bouncing around Bentley’s face. His hair was wet and floppy like he’d just showered, and it reminded him of the first night he ever met Dick Grayson in the pouring rain.

Bentley could hardly think enough to make a coherent sentence. Air wasn’t coming in or out right, and he was crying and sad and so overwhelmed, why could he hear everything? “I-I don’t fee-feel right.” Was what he ended up saying, wiping frantically at his eyes. (Stuttering, more like.)

Dick breathed in, a sad expression coming across his features. “I think you’re having a panic attack, buddy. Just breathe with-“

“No! Not that,” Bentley argued, batting away Dick’s hands that had been coming for his arms. “Something inside of me. I-I feel like I’m going to die. I think I… I- think I’m about to die.”

A few words were shared between Dick and someone else, and in one fluid movement, Bentley was picked up and deposited on a bed. But hadn’t they just been in the hallway? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything. The only thing he did know was that everything hurt and he couldn’t breathe and it was so loud.

“Bentley, buddy, tell me what doesn’t feel right,” Dick ordered. Bentley was sitting on the edge of a bed (whose bed? No clue.), halfway in reality, half in his own world of blurry confusing pain. Dick was in front of him, his hands were searching Bentley’s frame for anything abnormal. Jason was near the closed door.

Between the crying and the panicking and the not working lungs, he couldn’t breathe. “Everything. Everything feels wrong.”

Jason said something about Bentley’s dad, but he didn’t really hear him. Dick was touching his shoulders.

“Bentley, keep talking to me,” He pleaded, rubbing Bentley’s arms lightly. He turned to Jason with a subtle: “Go get Bruce.”

Jason left the room.

Bentley couldn’t focus enough to do much of anything. With a groan of… desperation, maybe? He brought his hands up and covered his ears, trying to drown out all the noise. There was so much noise. Too much noise.

After an indecipherable amount of time passed, someone else was touching Bentley. Bigger hands, stronger grip. He peeled his eyes open just long enough to see Bruce’s face in front of him, icy blue eyes scanning him mechanically, robotically. His mouth moved but Bentley couldn’t hear him over the crashing waves in his own head.

Gently, his hands were removed from his ears. “Hey there, chum, it’s Bruce. Do you think you can tell me what’s going on?” He was doing a pretty good job masking the concern in his voice, but Bentley heard it anyways.

“I-I can… I…” Bentley choked on a few words and sobs at the same time, his hands shaking like leaves where they sat in Bruce’s grip. “I can… hear… I-I can feel… everything.”

Bentley thought he heard something in the room bang or pop, but he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t exactly hear very good. Bruce suddenly got a strange look on his face, and Jason and Dick, who were behind him, looked stunned.

“B, his eyes-”

“Shh,” Bruce ordered, one of his hands coming up to rest on the side of Bentley’s head. “It’s okay, chum. You’re going to be okay. Just look at me.”

Bentley looked at him as best he could through the tears and panic. He tried not to pay attention to Dick, who walked over to the bathroom door looking really, really confused.

“Breathe with me,” Bruce tried. He took a deep, calculated breath, and Bentley tried to follow suit. It only sort of worked. The roaring in his head wasn’t fading. If anything, it was starting to sound more… real?

“What the f-”

“Jason!”

Bentley’s attention broke away from Bruce just in time for him to glance at the closed bathroom door — was he in Dick’s room? — and see water. Water, just gushing out from under the door like the crack at the bottom was a pressure washer, straight into the bedroom and all over the floor.

“Bruce-“

“Bentley, just look at me,”

Bentley did. He just looked at Bruce, tracing the fractals of blue in his eyes, focusing on every hair in his eyebrows, every shade of his skin. Bentley just looked at Bruce as the water started to climb the legs of the bed like a slithering snake, curling and wrapping around until it made it onto the mattress. Dick and Jason were standing off to the side, stunned into silence. Bentley just looked at Bruce.

Bentley continued to just look at Bruce as the water started floating — yes, floating, actually suspended in the air — around the room. Some of it crawled up the walls like vines, some spun and danced in the middle of the air like trees in the breeze. It was getting easier to breathe. The roaring was getting quieter.

“That’s it, you’re okay,” Bruce uttered, his hand moving gently in Bentley’s hair. “You’re okay.”

Bentley finally broke his gaze to glance upward. There was water on the ceiling, spinning and churning in intricate swirls and designs there, and water floating through the air in strands like string. It was moving on the walls, the floor, the furniture like snakes.

Bruce rubbed a hand over his hair. “That’s it. There you go.”

Bentley breathed in deeply, hiccuping lightly, his brown eyes tracing the flying water. “Bruce…”

“It’s okay,”

He wasn’t… this wasn’t… he wasn’t doing that, was he? He couldn’t be. He wasn’t a metahuman. He hadn’t been in the machine long enough, Davis had said so. He was just Bentley. Just normal Bentley.

Normal Bentley focused on one specific snake of water on the ceiling. He imagined it moving left, and it went left. He imagined it moving right, and it went right. He imagined an intricate, beautiful chandelier, hanging from the ceiling, made entirely of water, and the liquid morphed and moved until it became that. Chains, dangling crystals, and metal galore, all shaped from crystal clear water.

“Oh my God,” Jason muttered. He and Dick were staring at the chandelier made of pure water, but Bruce wasn’t. Bruce was still looking at Bentley.

The water slowly moved from the chandelier back to its spot swirling on the ceiling.

There was absolutely no way Bentley was doing that. Right? There couldn’t be. He couldn’t be.

As a last ditch effort to prove that he wasn’t controlling the water, he imagined it going back where it came from.

And the water, ever-so-slowly, started to crawl off the bed, down from the ceiling and the walls, across the floor again at a glacial pace. Dick swung the bathroom door open. Bentley watched in a mixture of awe and terror as he watched the vines of water slither back into the toilet and faucets.

When all the water was gone, nothing was wet, not even the mattress, and the room was eerily silent. And Bentley was oddly drained.

Fire, Air, and Water. How clever, Mr. Whittaker.

Bentley looked back up at Bruce, who had a reassuring smile on his face.

“Are you going to get rid of me now?”

Before he heard the reply, everything faded to black.

—

The first (and pretty much only) thing he got back was his hearing.

“-telling you, this is different. The whole structure of his DNA looks strange. It’s different from the last blood sample we have from him — It almost looks like a whole new strand,” That was Tim’s voice, he was pretty sure.

“So you’re saying that whoever kidnapped him changed his human DNA into metahuman DNA?”

“It looks like they… tore apart his original genome and spliced other parts in… like they manufactured synthetic DNA with the genetic mutation of a metahuman and replaced pieces of his own with it. It looks like… whoa,”

“What is it, Timmy?”

“It’s changing. The synthetic DNA is actually… turning the rest of his DNA into metahuman genomes. Spreading… like a virus,”

“Will that hurt him?”

“Let’s just say… I understand why he thought he was dying,”

“You think that could be why Asten-“

Bentley, had he been any more lucid, would’ve flinched at the absolutely gut-wrenching scream that ripped through the air. He was laying on something soft — it just sort of felt like his bed. A bed, at least. And the scream sounded strangely close to him.

“Well, his genes are being ripped apart and replaced, so, if I had to guess, yeah. That’s probably why he’s screaming,”

“What about Bentley?” He was pretty sure that voice was Dick, now that it said his name.

“It seems to be the beginning of the change. I don’t think there’s much we can do to help,”

Suddenly, Bentley’s eyes began to burn even though they were closed. He moved a hand to rub them, but as soon as he moved his fingers, his entire arm erupted into a blazing, fiery pain that made him whine.

“Are they going to be okay?” Came a third voice — the voice of Nico. Bentley felt a hand land on his shoulder, but instead of being soothing, it left a ripple of burning agony that made him choke out a strange sound. The hand jumped away.

“Yeah, they will,” Replied Dick. “We just have to get them through this. How are you feeling?”

There was a silence where all Bentley heard was his own bated breathing.

“Well, I… I was already a metahuman, so…”

“Oh… okay,”

Bentley tensed, gripping whoever’s covers he was under hard when a surge of absolute burning agony washed over him. It felt like when he was poisoned. Worse than when he was poisoned — like someone was searing his veins closed with a blowtorch. Another choking sound made it's way out of him, but he couldn’t produce words.

“You’re okay, kiddo. You’re going to be okay,”

Asten screamed again. Nico was suddenly crying.

Another wave of absolute searing agony came and went, and Bentley fought it good — he really did. He kept his whining to a minimum for a solid ten minutes.

But then the fire reached his head, and suddenly, two children’s screams were ripping through the halls of Wayne Manor.

And everyone inside just had to listen.

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sunnitheapollokid · 25 days

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🌙┊ ˚₊✩‧₊ FOR THE DANCING ‘ND THE DREAMING

leo valdez x fem reader oneshot / lyric-fic <3

📬 sunni’s notes! : i absolutely ADORE the httyd franchise and i just so happen to be listening to this heaven sent song again and i just go “OH MY GODS THATS AN AMAZING FIC IDEA!!” and so here we are. i hope u enjoy this as much as i do truly <3 also i’ve been feeding u guys alot… hehe i’m not complaining i love writing these. okay i’ll stop rambling, lub you!

both leo and (name) were known for being two peas in a pod. ever since leo escaped his first orphanage, he’d met ever so sweet (name). mortal, yes. but so very talented, and beautiful too. it was hard for leo not to fall for her.

and they’ve been best friends ever since. though, ever since leo had been claimed and living in camp half blood, they hadn’t seen each other. they’d send letters, sure, but it was different from actually seeing one another.

that was until leo was sent on another quest with his two other best friends, pipes and jason.

tackled to the ground, he felt the blade’s tip pierce his skin. “who are you?!” the shadowed figure yelled. leo breathed heavily, thinking of something — anything! to pull out of his tool belt. giving up he gave in, sighing.

“leo.. i— leo valdez.” he spoke in a trembling voice. the shadowed figure gasped, “did you just say leo? valdez?” they asked. leo hummed, “yeah.. y-yeah.” he continued to breathe heavily. he laid on his back, the blade now lifting from his neck.

the shadowed figure stepped into the light, “leo..” (name) stood there, she was messy, her hair tattered and a little chopped, and she had dirt all over her face. but to leo, she was still (name) the same kind-hearted and beautiful (name).

leo’s breath hitched, “no.. fucking..” he stood up, lifting her with an embrace. “WAY!!” he yelled happily, he spun her around as they shared a laugh. “oh my gods, you’re.. you’re alive!!” she yelled as he put her down. jason and piper ran down the tunnel, leading to the cavern both leo and (name) were in.

he was the same. leo with his curly brown hair, the grease on his clothes and face, he was still charming, and handsome as he’d ever be.

“LEO!! is everything — .. (NAME)!!” piper’s eyes widened, tackling (name) to the ground. jason had his jaw dropped, leo running to him to close his mouth. “she’s..” jason turned to leo. “alive.” leo breathed, his eyes glued to (name).

“my girl’s alive.” he whispered again, feeling the water build up in his eyes while he watched piper and (name) laugh on the ground, holding in their pained stomachs.

—

“you mean to tell me you’ve been looking for me?” leo asked, a hot bowl of soup in his hands. (name) gave a bowl to piper, then to jason. “you didn’t write to me after about two weeks and i got worried. i went to camp half blood, telling me you we’re on a quest and they said they haven’t heard from you in days..” she looked down on the ground.

a frown built up on her face, “leo..” she bit her lip, stopping herself from sobbing. “i thought you we’re gone. for good.” leo quickly put the bowl down, “no, no, i’m here. alive? see?” he cupped the sides of her face. (name) stayed silent, holding the back of his hand with her own.

he sighed, dreamily looking into her [eye color] eyes. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you, (name).” (name) looked up, locking eyes with leo’s. he smiled, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he kept his hands on her face.

“i’ll swim and sail on savage seas,” he began to sing their childhood song, his eyes filled with compassion so much love as he tucked a strand of hair out of her face.

“with ne’er a fear of drowning.”

“and gladly ride the waves of life..” he continued, picking her up as he took her hands. (name) obliged, watching herself stumble and leo catching her.

“if you will stay beside me.” jason and piper watched the two, sharing a look and back at them. (name) snickered, taking a leaf out of leo’s hair.

“no scorching sun,”

“nor freezing cold..”

he continued, spinning her around. she laughed, interwining their hands.

“will stop me on my journey.” jason picked up the old guitar, and began strumming it. piper hummed with the tune of the instrument, placing her chin on her palm.

“if you will promise me your heart.” (name), eyes wide and taken aback, had her breath taken away. “and love..” he continued, almost urging her to follow and sing along.

she huffed with a smile, “and love me for eternity.” she began to sing along, her own voice complimenting leo’s tune. “my dearest one, my darling dear.” they danced and swayed around the fireplace, the only light that was available to illuminate the cavern.

“your mighty words astound me!” she giggled upon being lifted from the ground by leo again. “but i’ve no need of mighty deeds,” she continued sharing another laugh with leo.

leo spun her, leaving her in his arms, and dipping her. “when i feel your arms around me!” she laughs again.

they felt like kids again, like they were the only people in the world. like, being near each other was the only thing that mattered, and nothing else.

“but i would bring you rings of gold!” leo jumped onto one of the chair-logs and bowed. “i’d even sing you poetry!” he jumped down to meet her gaze and spinning her again. “oh would you?” she shot with a wide smile.

“and i would keep you from all harm!” he grew the fire, and played with a small glint in his hands. “if you would stay beside me.” he held her free hand and his other hand around her waist.

“i have no use for rings of gold!” she laughed, as they danced more fast-paced. “i care not for your poetry.” the pulled away, and,

clap! clap!

“woo!!” piper yelled, cheering them on while she continued clapping for them.

“i only want your hand to hold!” she took his hand and this time, spinning him again. “i only want you near me!” they sang together, smiling ever so wide.

piper and jason clapped their hands together, stomping their feet on the ground to the beat.

“to love, to kiss!” they jumped together on another chair-log and circled around it upon jumping off. “to sweetly hold!”

“for the dancing,” she sang, giving a courtesy.

“and the dreaming.” leo bowed back, giving a wink towards her as he did.

“through all life’s sorrows and delights!”

“i’d keep your love beside me!” they laughed again, dancing a little more fast-paced now. “i’ll swim and sail on savage seas,”

“with ne’er a fear of drowning!”

“and gladly ride the waves of life,”

“if you will stay with meee!”

jason and piper clapped together, giving their praises to the two best friends. the cavern echoed with laughter, and the shared memories of both leo and (name).

—

the next morning, the trio had to leave for their quest. it wasn’t exactly over, after all. leo kissed the back of (name)’s hand as jason and piper packed. “you really don’t wanna go?” leo asked.

she shook her head, “it’ll only jeapordize your quest cariño.” she smiled, although, tinged with a small hint of sadness.

“but i’ll be here. waiting for your dancing,” she kissed him. leo melted at the touch, smiling dreamily as they pulled away, “and your dreaming, my love.”

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of it - Yearning

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: G, no warnings

Word Count: 1,752

Summary: Jason brings her to his home for the first time when her water goes out. He realises how much he likes having her here.

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Jason rode through slick wet streets, dodging potholes and squinting through the heavy rain streaking across a black motorbike helmet. The downpour made the afternoon look darker than it was, night had fallen over Gotham prematurely. The yellow gleam of sodium lights caught on the falling rain drops and made everything shiny.

He turned into the college campus and pulled up at the bus stop. It was empty of all but one person.

Andy stood under a black umbrella, the strong current of rainwater on the sidewalk making little eddies around her kneehigh boots. Her eyes widened at him for a moment. There was no point trying to say anything in the downpour, but neither did they need to. She reached into her backpack for her own helmet and pulled it on. She dumped the umbrella in a nearby bin and darted back to him through the rain.

He felt the bike’s suspension bounce with the added weight as she swung up behind him. Her legs bracketed his, then his back was sheltered from the freezing rain.

He tilted his head in an unspoken question. She squeezed his waist in answer.

He took off into the gloom.

The roads were emptier than they would have been at this hour on any other day. That was why he was here, picking her up.

Killer Croc broke out of Arkham three weeks ago. The hunt through the sewers had been long and frustrating, and only this morning did it finally come to a head. They got him, in the end, but the fight put both Bruce and Dick out of commission as well as a significant portion of the east’s plumbing. Literal explosions of wastewater had been flowing back out of pipes all day. All things considered, the heavy rain was a mercy.

Andy’s part of the alley wouldn’t have running water for at least twenty four hours. It was a good thing Jason’s main apartment was across the river in the business district.

They crossed the bridge, and he felt her looking around at their route.

He had never actually shown her his apartment before. He didn’t really bring anyone there. Roy and Lian were cleared to visit but usually he went to them. Bruce and assorted bats knew where it was, but didn’t visit unless they were actively dying. He was very protective over his space and made it perfectly clear how he felt about gate crashers.

He pulled off a side street into the parking garage beneath his building. It was one of the taller buildings on this block and right on the edge of the river.

Andy peeled herself off of his back and he missed the warmth, wet though they were. The damp front of her leather jacket made a horrible ‘shlorp’ sound unsticking from his.

She pulled off her helmet and looked around. Damp strands of her hair stuck to her face and he resisted the urge to brush them away.

“So, where are we and why?” she asked.

He gestured towards the elevator and explained the situation as he followed her.

“This is your place then?” Her eyebrow rose. “You didn’t go out and rent a decoy one for the occasion?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not that much of a paranoid bastard.”

“Debatable.”

“I wasn’t going to let you come home only to find you have nowhere safe to stay for the night,” he said quietly. He stopped, then started again quickly. “Not that you have to stay here, if you don’t want to. Just… the offer’s there. If you need it.”

“Jason, I’m not complaining. Thank you. Marlow’s staying with a friend for the week, thank goodness, I probably would have tried to grin and bear it.”

“That’s how you get cholera outbreaks.”

The elevator pinged as it reached his level and the doors slid open. He had the entire floor to himself, all the other apartments were empty. He held open the door to his place.

It had tall ceilings, an exposed brick wall, and a slightly industrial air to it that he liked. It could feel kind of austere sometimes though and he would find himself walking quieter than he needed to through the empty space.

They both unzipped wet jackets and boots, and left them to dry on the hooks by the door, then walked barefoot into the main apartment. Andy looked around with wide eyes. He found himself unusually nervous. She would probably be cold, she usually was, so he turned the heating on.

She passed the wall of weapons to admire a forged painting he and Artemis had picked up in Vienna while pretending to be black market art dealers.

“I can’t believe you’re out here hogging my ratty couch when you have a place like this.”

“Your couch has been properly broken in. Much better for hogging.”

She scoffed, and brushed her damp hair back from her face. Her wet blouse pulled against her chest.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll get you some dry clothes. Guest bathroom’s through there.”

All he had to offer were his own clothes. She would be swimming in them, but he hadn’t thought to stop and grab any of her clothes in advance. Maybe she should keep some things here? He kept a hoodie at her place, and had a mug in her cupboard which he had claimed as his. She sent him photos of her drinking coffee from it when he was annoying her.

She took the clothes he offered and disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on soon after. He towelled himself off in the ensuite then got busy with making dinner.

Sometime later, he heard soft footfalls padding around behind him.

“You’re sure you’re alright with me staying?” she asked.

“Of course,” he called while plating a beef stir fry. “How many times have I passed out on your couch? Besides, with Bruce and Dick both injured I’ll be out most of the night anyway.”

He turned around with two bowls of food and caught sight of her. Her hair was frizzy with a recent blowdry and piled on top of her head. She was wearing his much too large hoodie and sweatpants, with the pant legs rolled up many times to avoid dragging on the floor. He smirked.

“Don’t you laugh at me,” she said, and flapped a too-long sleeve at him.

He chuckled and put the food down on the dining table. Normally he only sat here to work on his weapons and ate on the couch. The spirit of Alfred that lived in the back of his head would never let him do that with a guest here.

Andy perched on a chair adjacent to him and they tucked in.

Sheets of rain ran down the floor to ceiling windows next to them. The scattered lights of the Alley, the Narrows, and the Bowery glowed across the river, occasionally lit up with flashes of lightning. The apartment didn’t feel so empty and austere with her there. They talked casually about the day's escapades, rehearsals for a production of Lysistrata for her, and punching a crocodile man for him.

“Gotham’s yours tonight then?” she asked after they had finished eating and both pushed their bowls away.

“Yup, I get to clean up the mess this week,” he said. “Probably be on the quieter side from the worst of the dress ups, nobody likes to be an underwhelming second act, but that’s when organised crime spikes.”

“Oh yeah? Everybody getting bright ideas?”

“The same bright ideas they always have. Me and the kids will keep them on their toes.”

“How does Tim feel about you calling him a kid?”

“Fucking hates it. Almost as much as Damian.”

She laughed.

He smiled and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. The patter of the rain and the unusual warmth in the house was extremely relaxing. He couldn’t think why he’d waited so long to invite her over, it was… it was so nice. He let his eyes close for a moment.

When he opened them again she was retreating with the dishes.

“Hey!”

“You snooze, you lose,” she called, disappearing into the kitchen. “You want a cup of tea?”

“Na, I’ve got to head out on patrol soon anyway.” They had established patterns for this from all his visits to her place. Whoever cooked didn’t wash up. The sounds of the sink running drifted out from the kitchen. He hauled himself up to his feet and off to the bedroom.

When he re-emerged, fully kitted-out in armour except for his helmet and shoes, Andy was sitting on his couch making notes in a textbook. She had a pencil shoved into her hair and her feet tucked in beneath her. A steaming cup of chamomile sat steeping on the coffee table. The rain hadn’t slowed down and through the windows there was nothing but glowing smudges in the dark.

He chose his weapons for the night from the cabinet and tucked them away on his person. He expected leaving to be harder with her here and the apartment bright and warm for once. Instead he felt emboldened to venture out into the cold and wet. She was somewhere safe and he could worry about everything else. She would be here when he got back. He sat next to the door to put on his boots.

She got up and padded over to him, cradling her steaming mug.

“Be careful,” she said. “Don’t catch a cold.”

He looked up at her as he did up his laces. “I’m gonna go frustrate as many rifle-toting mobsters as I can, and you’re worried about colds?”

She took a sip of her tea. “Bullets aren’t contagious.”

He scoffed. She smirked. He wanted to kiss it off her annoying face.

He stood and grabbed his helmet. She looked smaller than usual, dwarfed in his clothes, here to see him off. Her expression softened into a smile. “Be safe though.”

The warm pleasantness he had been feeling all night finally revealed its true face as bone-deep yearning. It grasped him by the throat. Yearning for her, for this, for it all to be real.

What were they playing at with this domesticity? Pretending she was his to come home to?

He put his helmet on and choked down the sudden acid in his throat.

“Don’t wait up,” he said. The voice modulator disguised the turmoil in his voice, and he disappeared out the door.

Part 2>>

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littlebatsimagines · 9 months

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A Friend in Arkham Part 4 (Jason Todd x fem!reader)

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“I knew you were trouble Mr. Todd, I never knew you were this much trouble."

Jason let out a quiet cough of a laugh. “Ms.(L/N) you have no idea." (Y/n) smiled a bit before sighing and looking up at the ceiling. The two sat in silence the only sound being the echoing drips of water from the old pipes. “Do you think he will find you?" (Y/n) finally asked the question that had been stuck in her mindsince seeing the red and yellow suit. “He has to, he always does… I just have to hold out and keep talking"

Officer Boles never returned (Y/n) to her cell and with some fudging of paperwork and some money it was like the girl never existed. While Joker barely touched her, Harley had other plans from doing the girl’s hair to dressing her up, she learned not to mouth off to Harley after a rather severe beating with a bat.

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Hours turned to days and days to months the two only having eachother to keep sane in the darkness of the abandoned wing of the asylum. It was 6 months in when Joker said he invited some guests, rogue after rogue came to have their shot at the captured Robin. First it was Killer Croc, then the Penguin, then Two Face, the hardest ones to watch were Bane and Zsasz, after them came Calendar Man, and finally the worst of them all Scarecrow. Scarecrow was the first one to not only torture Jason but (y/n) too. He noticed how Jason’s blue eyes would briefly flicker to her… that was the first night he ever truly pleaded for it to stop. At the end of the it (y/n) was sobbing and clinging to Jason like her life depended on it and now Joker knew he had a new way to break the Robin farther.

Foot steps echoed through the cold air. “Batman? Is that you?” Jason asked with a small bit of hope still in his voice and (Y/n) slowly picked her head up to look only for her breath to catch in her throat as dapper purple bloody shoes came into view. Joker grabbed her by her hair roughly making her let out a yelp. “Batman’s not coming to save you, Jason…either of you I’m afraid.” he mocked as he leaned down to rip the bag from Jason's head. “He’ll come.” Jason argued making Joker chuckle.

“Screw you!”

“That’s the spirit. You're a real chip off the ol’ Bat block. Not that it’ll do you any good.” Joker taunted as m gestured roughly yanking (Y/n)’s hair. “Why won't you just kill us?" she whimpered making Jason's eyes snap to her. “What? No, no, no,no. I'm not going to kill you, not yet anyway. You're my sidekicks now. Just imagine it! Us out on the streets, starting fights, picking on the weak! Hell! Jason and I could be a regular dynamic duo! Just like Bat’s and that new kid of his.” Joker said excitedly but the last part made (Y/n)’s eyes meet Jason’s. “No, he wouldn't.” Jason mumbled. “So this isn’t Batman then? Weird, the pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway!” Joker teased showing Jason a picture and (Y/n) could see all the hope fade from his eyes. “I didn't want to show you that photo, really I didn't. But, well it was the only way for you to get closure. Now I know this hurts but sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind.” Joker said before hitting Jason with a crowbar sending him back into the darkness. (Y/n) whined as she reached for Jason making Joker let out a loud laugh. “No no dear you need to stay here, we won't be long.”

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annwrites · 8 days

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eating from your hand ♛. • .

— pairing: larys strong x (legitimized) BastardTargaryenFem!Reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: during rhaenyra's betrothal celebration, larys & rhaenyra's elder sister share a small moment

— tags: fluff, mutual pining, a bit of angst

— tw: eating

— word count: 1,024

You scan the crowded room, desperate for an escape. But it's all too much—the music, the dancing, the people, the strong scents of food and perfume, the obnoxious man at your back, still trying to vie as a candidate for your hand—you feel far too overwhelmed to concentrate. Until your eyes finally land upon Larys—who's standing across the room, his eyes already focused on you—gesturing for you to come to him.

You turn back to Lord Jason one final time, interrupting his speech about gold and castles—or perhaps it was golden castles, as if all you could possibly care about is wealth—and force a smile. “Thank you for your offer, Lord Jason, once again. But I'd like to spend the remainder of my evening in the company of friends. I hope you enjoy the rest of yours.”

Before he can say anything further—can wrap his arm around your waist—you're already forcing your way through a throng of people.

When the crowd finally breaks—dance partners separating for just a moment as the music mellows and then begins to swell again—you move as quickly as possible through them, finally reaching the other side of what has now become a ballroom.

When you finally make it to Larys, you're nearly out of breath, simply from the prospect of having almost been caught in the middle of a buzzing crowd.

He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his palm. “Are you all right?”

You nod. “Thirsty.”

You both sit and Harwin goes to hand you a mug of ale, but Larys shakes his head at him, his expression disapproving. Larys instead hands you a chalice full of water and you drink it down greedily, a few drops sliding down your chin. Larys brushes them away with his thumb.

“Would you like to tell me what that was all about, then?”

Instead of immediately answering, you instead wrap both your arms around his left one and press your forehead against the tip of his shoulder. Your heart is still pounding, so you wait until it has calmed before you bother trying to speak again.

“Do I need to have Harwin break something on Lord Jason?”

You giggle when you hear Harwin's reply. “You know I will.”

You shake your head, gently resting your cheek against Larys' upper arm. “No. He was just proposing.”

He begins to sputter, choking on his wine. Harwin slams his hand against his back, forcing him to finally swallow and then inhale a ragged breath.

“You alright there, little brother?”

Larys nods, fervently.

When he looks at you again, you're staring at him with an alarmed expression. “Are you sure-”

“Just went down the wrong pipe.” He states before taking a sip of water and grimacing.

He faces you then. “He proposed? Was your father aware he was planning this?”

You shake your head. “I...I don't know. Perhaps? It felt more like he was simply making me his second choice. Rhaenyra is to be married in the next few days. She's the one he wanted, but now will never have. So what better way to still get close to the Throne than to...”

You shake your head. Always the second choice. Always an afterthought. Always expected to be submissive and obedient. Perhaps that's why, when he spoke to you, he did so in a way which made it sound as if the matter was already settled. That you already belonged to him.

Did he truly assume you would just agree so easily? Then again, who else would want you?

Rhaenyra. It was always Rhaenyra that men seemed to desire. Never the bastard. Never you. It didn't matter that you were legitimized.

Larys places a finger under your chin, tipping your face until your eyes are looking into his own. "And what did you say?"

There's something within his expression, deep within his eyes—a feeling you can't place. Worry? No, surely not. You're just his friend. He would never...

But, even in spite of that knowledge—that you would never be more to him than just a companion to take the occasional walk with, to sometimes have dinner with—you sit even closer to him, pressing yourself into his side.

"I made sure to mention how I'm his second choice. He tried to assure me otherwise: that I'm the one he's wanted all along, but I'm not quite that gullible. I couldn't get away from him fast enough."

He nods, releasing a breath. "So, you do not wish to marry the Lord Lion?"

You shake your head. "No," you say, barely a whisper.

But you wonder if perhaps you should, anyway. He may be prideful and arrogant, but he would make a good match, nonetheless. You do not wish to spend your life alone. And you wish desperately to one day be a mother. No one else had yet offered their hand to you. This may be your only chance.

You look across the room to where Lord Jason now sits beside his twin. He's handsome, you consider. And they say the West, especially from atop the Rock, is breathtaking. You could find contentment there, with him. Probably...

Rhaenyra had already been difficult enough in your father finding a match for. You do not wish to be the same. If he orders you to wed the Warden of the West, you will do your duty. Which you always resign yourself to.

Larys kisses your hair, then presses his forehead against the side of your head. "What is it, My Love?"

You shake your head and he leans back to look at you. You force a feigned smile. "Nothing."

"You should eat something," he says while handing you a cracker with cheese atop it. You take it from him, popping it into your mouth.

"Good?"

You nod, picking one up and holding it in front of him, smiling as he eats out of your hand. He always makes your heart feel lighter. You decide to think no more of golden lions and second choices tonight. For once, you can live in the moment around you.

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