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7k words. Bear with me. By far the most enjoyable chapter for me that I wrote, second is chapter ten. I hope it is to you guys as well, if not tell me what's your favorite among them!! ^^

Chapter Fourteen

Again and again and again, they tried to not repeat what was.

In Their Rest

Being met with your child on the verge of death shouldn't be not surprising but it is to Bruce. It is when everytime a threatening risks comes at their door, vision always clear in his head.

And it is, as his eyes saw Jason being shot that it made him fall, his own blood surrounding him.

Bruce was not gonna lose him again, not even soon.

He broke his promise and he intends to see it through.

Maniacal laughter echoes, shades of green surrounds as thick and hot red spilled. Clanging of metal played over and over again.

Not again. No. No. No. This ain't real. This ain't real. Fucking wake up.

It couldn't be. He couldn't be clawing out his way on a coffin, not again. No, if only he was stronger enough to break it already then he wouldn't have struggled to breathe and he would see daylight. And then he does.

Jason blinks rapidly and too many times. It was the ceiling of his room, he was in his room. But it couldn't be.....how could it be? The yellow light shining on him and the littlest dusts it shows must have only been in his mind. Yes, it might have only been as flashes of everything dark keeps coming. And he remembers the new one. Almost dying. Again.

Heavy, he couldn't move but stared at the ceiling, even opening his mouth was difficult, though he managed. Finally, he could breathe again, despite how heavy he was breathing, his chest, his whole body didn't feel like it was moving at all.

But as he began to feel beside heaviness, there was something on his hand....touch. There was touch, a hand was holding his and there was tracing. It was familiar and he wanted more. It took all of him to hold that touch tighter and he heard a gasp. He heard it before, he knew that voice, he would recognize it anywhere-

"Jason." It was her. Y/N.

A prayer, it chanted in his mind.

Y/N.

Whether it was only on his mind, he didn't care. All that he know is that he can feel her again and she was there. Holding him. Safe against each other. Memories came flooding in and he had never felt so light while he was drowning from all of it.

Y/N.

But it was nothing compared to him realizing that the sun shining on him was real afterall as his eyes met hers. He'd bathe in its light, in her light for longer than he can and he won't ever burn.

She's real.

Oh my God.

She's here.

Y/N sat beside his lying body. "Jason," breathlessly, she called again as he looked at her with gaze that was uneasy and far off ahead. "I'm here." He's here. With her free hand, she cradled the side of his face so gently, unable to believe she was looking at his blue eyes again. "I'm here." Said her but almost to herself to make sure that it really was real.

He's here.

"You're safe. You're okay." From her words, he trusted it. With her hold, he regained a little of his strength, he fought what kept him still and with closed eyes, he leans onto her touch. The warmth of her palm grounds him, he settled to it. She really was real. Who could have thought that resting one's cheek on a hand would feel like coming home, finding shelter from the cold by being near to a fireplace.

Her mouth parting a little as she sees him eases more onto her hand, it was a sight....an unbelievable one. How delicate he became in her hold, her thumb ghosting his marked skin. "Jason." Hearing his name by how soft her voice was....only then he remembers that how often she said his name...how it could make a man be greedy. He opened his eyes to look at her and how he wants to see her smile. She catches her breath, bearing his gaze that was gentle and yet fierce. His one hand held hers that was on his face and nuzzled to her touch more, enough and wanting more at the same time. Indeed he was greedy.

Jason began to move, wanting to sit up but he could only do too little, so naturally, Y/N was already there to help him do it. Their hands still together as he leaned back on the headboard, his eyes on their hands. Afraid that if he let go, he'll be gone again. He held her firmer.

She sees it. She sighed a smile in awe. "Jay," that almost took the breath he still struggled to have from him, intrigued eyes came back to her calling ones. There he saw her smile. His heart was still there, he realized—if he wasn't feeling that it was alive earlier, he was well aware now, and did it beat too fast.

At lost for words and unsure if he still had his voice, he just stared at her for a while that he sees what she was wanting to hear. He swallowed thickly, his throat was burning before he even spoke but he wanted to finally, at least give something back to her. "....I'm here." Strained voice came out.

He finally was.

Jason saw how it hit her when her face fell suddenly and nodded, looking down. He slids his free hand to hers and she held it tightly, then she held their hands together before pressing them to her forehead. Shaking breath from her mouth with eyes closed, tears were now falling freely. She bit her tongue to prevent a sob but it just made her breathing more difficult, chest starting to heave as it felt too heavy. He was awake and he was okay. In her arms.

He feels her tears sliding down on his skin while she was breaking, it shudders him. Slowly, he pulled away his hands to hold her face, arms trembling as he gathered the strength to lift them. Curious but shy gaze that was full of tears stared at his, one that he find himself adoring before and now again. He wipes them carefully but they didn't stop flowing anyway, he almost smiled.

Y/N did, a broken one with a laugh as she sobbed. "I've missed you." She cried, hugging him, gently still and he caught her. She hates how careless she was being, knowing how he must be still numb and in pain at the same time but that was in the back of her mind for now that he was finally back.

Jason wanted to speak, tell her how he missed her, how he was sorry. How he changed his mind. But he said nothing, instead he swallowed down the lump on his throat, bearing the hurting of his jaw for he stopped himself from tearing up. The aching of his whole body could damn itself for all he cared as he tightened his hold on her waist and her back. Pulling her even closer to bury his face on her shoulder. Fingers gripping on her body for dear life.

Flowers. It reeks on his nose and the scent takes him back to everything good. If he continued to breathe too deeply, not only the scent will be gone but she'd melt as well from how he was being with her. But who could blame a man such as him who stood in the face of death, who had been in the casket of nothingness, for never wanting to let go. No one should dare deny one's need when they're met with life again; the sweetness and softness of it. He was nothing but a drop of water inside a flower. Basking in the feel of being against her, he now knows what it is to lay down on a petal.

They stayed as they were, her sobs turned into calm breathing, heaviness leaving her. One last exhale, she slowly pulled away and collected herself. Remembering his aid, she reached for the glass pitcher on the table, pouring water in the empty glass next to a half filled one.

You gotta be kidding me.

Jason stared at it and then back to her. Cogs turning themselves, his fingers that was now empty—unfortunately for him, gripped the sheets. That glass was hers, on the table as well was a teapot, an empty teacup beside another half filled one, then he sees the book from where she was sitting, her flowers from before that was in a vase, which were already dried, almost withering. And new ones besides it. He had a guess of how long he was out that made him questioned how long had she been staying, and that made it all clear to him; she stayed with him. Waiting again.

Two weeks or three weeks even.

Shit.

Jason closed his eyes, huffing out a deep breath....frustratingly. No matter how lifeless he can be, he'd always have the strength to be frustrated at himself.

Her sincerity could never be questioned, he saw a lot of moments to know of it, and each moment after then just seems to add more fuel to their fire. In awe of it, he always is. And now this; her beside him just after she left because of his decision.

He thinks of how long can a fire last, not his but of hers. He wasn't questioning her, no, but he wonders how long one's patience could run out—it was him after all, one that always wasn't easy to deal with, one that just pushed her away in the second of misfortune......he wonders how long, but even so, he can't bear to think of the day if it will come. That wound will be the one to be excruciating. Unbearable........it will be unbearable.

Goddamn just woke up to think this.

But he knew it was all true.

"Here," Y/N offers the glass and he took it but still she helped him as he drank it. He didn't want to deny her help, he couldn't turn away again, even with such little thing. He wants it to be a start.

She set down aside the glass on the table and went back to her chair to prepare the tea. If he had been faster to move as the same time he thought it, he would have tugged at her arm before she could get away from him—he just gripped the sheets more, nerves of his fingers crackling with ache by how tight his fists was.

Y/N began to pour out the tea on the empty teacup, steam coming out from it as leafy and bitter scent flew in the air. "Alfred made this just now, you should have some later." Jason only nods, then before she can so much lift her lips it fell as she remembered the another important thing when he wakes up, he needed to be checked in on. "What do you want? Do you want me to call them? I should-"

"Just want to stay like this for a while."

"Okay."

Y/N eased down immediately, complying to what he wants and she didn't need to be told twice. Jason didn't ask her to stay but she did and he was damn relieved that it went by unsaid. He wasn't sure if he could ask her to, so all he did was reach for her hand, it surprises her but she didn't show much of it and only held it back, then he spoke, "Could you read for me?"

She nodded, uttering a small "Of course," with a smile. With her voice that she tried to maintain its tone after her crying, she began to read, all the while she caressed his hand. Jason letting himself be lost, her touch and voice lulling him to rest.

Miracles. Jason never had the time to think if he believes in it, even when he had been through so much of situations that can count as one, he had never thought of it.....But sometimes, maybe he does, often times that he has been with her. So there he found out that he, indeed, thinks of miracles. Though now that his eyes were closed, he finds himself calm in the vast darkness of his mind, yet he was still afraid of it, afraid that any ghosts will haunt him. But now that she's with him again, him in her hold, it was easy to rest.

He doesn't think it's a miracle, it's only her.

The moment the family knew he woke up, helpless wouldn't even be the end of how Jason was, at least that's how he was thinking as they wouldn't even let him leave his room alone or even his bed, and he didn't even speak of wanting to. And he figured it will continue to happen until he fully healed. He just saw Y/N's smile when he was bombarded by them in his rest....it made him break a smile since he woke up. Though he was really glad that no one tried to have a talk with him, not even Bruce or Dick, especially the two of them. All aware that he rather not be reminded of anything. He figures it was in the air anyway.

Then night came, left alone in his room, rarely bearable but he chose to be anyway. After he and Alfred had a chance to talk just after the said old man and Leslie checked up on him. Words playing over and over again.

"How are you?" Alfred asks, sitting on the chair beside his bed, now alone and done with what needed to do.

So it starts, Jason thinks.

"Fine," Jason replied mindlessly, staring at the ceiling. Unsure of what to say but many things continue to run in his head. He stayed quiet, throat drying again.

Alfred sighed soundless as he looks at the child, a small smile on him. "Must you know...she almost never left your side, sometimes even slept in this chair in the afternoon or night.....holding your hand. She only did when they took each of their time to be with you...." Spoke Alfred.

Jason breathes loudly, putting an arm on his closed eyes, ignoring the pain on it and annoyed at the faltering of his nerves once she was mentioned. Guilt. Alfred rarely misses a beat, almost never. He continued, "Bruce was the one to called for her, he asked me to and I did. We were all glad that he did and she came back. We're all glad you're back." Alfred said, standing up from the chair and began to fix his things.

Jason sat up, raking his hand on his hair, not wanting to end their talk yet. "Alfred...." He sighed, clicking his tongue. "I pushed her away." He wants that dry taste to leave his mouth, it was sickening.

Alfred continued what he was doing, expecting what the boy was gonna say. "Nothing that has already been done by everyone in this family enough times."

Jason could almost hear tease in his voice, he doesn't deny it. They'd deserve it.

"You did it for good reason, did you not?" Jason stayed quiet.

Alfred sat on his bed to face the boy that won't meet his eyes, "She'd understand. She will. She does. She wouldn't have come back and stayed with you if she didn't." He assured, laying a hand on Jason's face.

Jason laid his face heavier on the hand of Alfred, his whole weight on it, body slumped down. He'll grow spoil of comfort if he continues to be in need for it. Somehow he can almost blame his people for it......her as well. Especially her.

He stayed quiet still.

"Just....let her....and yourself, too."

Easier said than done. If he had the guts to spoke earlier when he and her ate dinner in his room together, he wouldn't be alone right now and maybe he'd seen of what Alfred spoke and he wouldn't be left alone in his rest.

Maybe he would have hold her hand again but no, words were still kept in him. Maybe when morning comes again, it wouldn't be so.

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Morning came after a dark day but it would be more.

Left nothing was Y/N when she saw the missed calls and after she read Alfred's message to her. There she stood still, losing her ability to breathe and just stood there, before finding it once she came back to herself.

Even when it was assured that Jason was fine, she still felt her being was getting gnawed by fear and everything one can dread.

Even when she was met with Alfred's comforting gaze, it didn't stop and how it only became worse when she saw him. Just there, lying. An insufferable sight is what it was. Bruised and reddened skin. Bandaged limbs.

That is what she gotten herself into. In their life. In his life.

Even so, she walked to sit beside him and held his hand.

If this was the way for them to meet again, then so be it. She'd withstand it.

"I'll be here." She whispered.

And she waited.

Days passed by, Jason was moved back in the manor, still unconscious and showed no signs of anything. She never wanted to leave his side.

Being back in the manor meant she'd see what she left for him there and she did. Untouched they were, the flowers drying, the letter just how it was before. Y/N stared at him as she held the letter, mind already made up. She took it back to her room once the late of night arrived. Her words would have to wait just as she was doing.

And so morning came. It was a cloudy day, little light to the sky as the wind howl's against the leaves. There Y/N was alone in the garden, collecting flowers in her basket, finding some time to spend on her own as Cassandra was with Jason.

It was the second day of Jason being moved back in the manor, as much as he seemed to be fine, as he is fine, her worry never left. And she thought if she looked at his lying state further on, she'd lose her mind. Waiting seemed to be tiresome if you weren't being met halfway......she resents herself for thinking such a thing.

So there she was, trying to ease her mind from it all. A crunch of a leaf was heard and Y/N turned her head to see Dick walking to her. "Alfred said I'd find you here."

For the first time since she's stepped foot in their home, she didn't smile and she just hummed so quietly, emotionless as she went back to her work. She was doing a terrible job in trying, so it seems.

Dick could only utter a small, breathy chuckle as he noticed it. Gone was the one he'd always seen jolly and there he saw everything but it. He stood a little bit close to her and followed her movements. "I saw the flowers on his table....you kept it still?" Thinking of how it can possibly be a hurtful reminder of what shouldn't have been and could have been at the same time, but alas, he believed it that she had a reason.

Y/N stopped for a second, blinking slowly. "Yes, I suppose I just wanted to give it anyway....." she began. She thought nothing more of the gesture, well except for one simple reason, that is. "A statement, I suppose...that's what it became, at least....so I think."

Dick nodded, "I see...." They said nothing after, silence consuming them while they continued to fill the basket, her body going heavier each second that passes, Dick didn't miss it, gaze turning softer. Then he spoke again, "...How are you?"

Y/N sighs before she turned away from the bushes of flowers, putting down the basket on the ground and laid her hands on her eyes, tears starting to well, breathing out deeply again. "Tired...I'm just.....tired..."

She heard and felt him grow closer, tearing off her hands on her eyes, she sees him in front of her, offering his hands out to her. She didn't hesitate to step to him and there she cried.

Dick understood it well. To be.....just sad because you are and leave it be. So she did.

Left it be while she went on with her day, letting her tiredness stay in her as she helped Alfred take care of Jason, as she stared at him and as she held his hand. While that tiredness remains, the more she looked at him, something grew along with it; longing. It dragged her. She knows it wasn't supposed to be like that. She wanted clarity. Maybe to see his eyes would she have that, but that wasn't to happen yet.

"Hmm?" Y/N uttered, looking to where she was called. Damian and Stephanie at the door. Her book left unread again as she realizes she was just dozing off and how their voice calling out to her just earlier, sounded so faint in her ears.

"....Could you bake with me?" The child asked as they stepped in.

Y/N nodded and smiled a little, "Of course," putting her book on the table as she stood up, glancing at Jason before walking to them.

"I'll see you guys later." Stephanie said.

She and Damian walked out of the room. "Is it really okay to you?"

Y/N just nods, ruffling his hair lightly, mind still far ahead. Damian continues to have his saddened face as they arrived in the kitchen. "What do you have in mind?"

There the child's lips curved. "Scones and Alfred's cookies."

She stops, thinking of how she should have seen it coming. Scoffing, lips turning up as she let out a quiet laugh. But still she didn't say anything. Either way, Damian was glad to finally have heard a sound of joy from her.

They worked together in silence, instructions already known and learned before. Y/N couldn't be more thankful for it as she was finding it so difficult to even open her mouth to speak of anything. Damian finally broke their silence, "Have you said what you wanted to say when you saw him?" He was always straight to it.

She didn't falter. Countless words rang in her mind, ones that was repeated enough times. "It was the same.....that I'd wait for him."

"You're getting.....tired.....you have been."

Y/N hummed, "I am," she never thought she would be....well, not at least so early in their....she didn't even know what to call it. She shut her eyes tightly for a second. "It's normal, anyway."

Damian expected no less. "....It is. Especially for someone like us....especially him."

She could have smiled but she didn't. "I figured" Finding out that the family she had been staying with was a group of crime fighting, she also knew then to never expect less anymore. ".....I said to him as well....that I wasn't sorry that I called him even if it costs me my life....I truly wasn't." She revealed, not finding it so hard anymore to speak, not when some of her words wanted so badly to be out. "Such a selfish thing to say," she mutters, aware of how it must have hurt him. She shakes her head, "But that's what I truly felt--and me being tired doesn't change that either." She mumbled, almost in a whisper

"And what do you truly feel?"

She finally find herself still. Answer already known but yet to be said. "...That I want to love him..."

Damian smiled seeing her, it wasn't so often that he'd see the kind of moment. He thought of Jason, that he'd be stunned if he saw her the way she was......so gentle, almost devastated as she laid her hands on her face, in a voice so quiet that it sounded like she was talking to herself, confessing it, "I want to love him." Jason will break, the thought amuses him, but he doesn't deny that he feels so much gladness for his brother.

She had declare those words before she left, but speaking it out loud, even when so quietly, it left her breathless.....yet she could breathe easily again.

Continuing to go back to her work, at least slowly, she thinks of it, that there was her clarity. Already there in her.

With a child and by baking, she got a hold of herself. How ridiculous and lucky she felt.

Morning came and came again and it was the same. But today was new, rather her words are. Y/N placed his hand that she was holding onto her forehead, her eyes closed. ".....Come back to.....to me," she breathes, holding their hands firmer. "Be here and I'll love you." Heart on edge, the way it has been ever since she left, and it became more, now that she was speaking of her truth again. It didn't matter if he was hearing her or not. Then she kissed his hand, "I want to love you."

She laid her head down, eyes still on him, "Let me love you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, too. So, come back to me."

It was all or nothing.

And it was everything when she saw his eyes again. It was everything when they were in each other's arms, everything when she saw he didn't want to let go, it was everything.

Even when they didn't speak of anything as they had their dinner together, it was still everything. All that she was, was glad that he came back. Even when there was still something lingering in the air that makes to their puzzle a missing piece, she left it be. Letting it rest for now.

Walking to his room didn't feel heavy anymore and it didn't feel so as well anymore to see him sleep, the door always opened then. She strode to the windows and opened the curtains quietly, revealing the sun still yet to rise. Leaning the side of her body on the glass, she could finally look away from him without worry, to look at flowers and sky without nothing but rest in her heart.

His eyes closing to show nothing but the dark and left nothing to lean on was fucking terrible. But to open his eyes and was met by her being there? Oh, it was incomparable.

The pain on his body still there, he moved a little a few times before settling on the headboard, looking at her, the morning shine of the sun surrounding his room. He knew that she knew that he was awake, but neither of them spoke yet. He just stared at her, it had been a while since a view so peaceful came before him, he wanted to take it in.......he needed it.

"What a sight."

How long is he gonna stare at me?

Then she surprises him, "Darling, are you just gonna stare at me or you're going to greet me good morning?" How he fucking missed that tone. And he could see her damn smile from where he was, he laughs. The want to turn around just to see his face while he laughed, was so much bad.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jason challenged and she shakes her head while laughing quietly as well, still not facing him. Their laughter soon died down, he breaks the silence before it could be placed.

"How are you?" He asked. Even when the answer he could get was not good, he needed to know, he expected the worst anyway but what he got was so much better. One that he doubts he deserve.

Breathing out a smile as she continued to stare down from above, "Better," she mumbles. Turning to walk and sit beside him, "Better, now that you're here."

Now that he was here.....he didn't need to think of what that meant and he rather not think of it, too. "What'd you do while I was out?" That what's he rather think of, Alfred's words, he doesn't doubt it but he wants to hear it from her. The high of it.

Y/N scoffs, laughing, "I think you already know, Mr," she tips her head, leaning back on the chair. "But if you insist-" she said before he could speak again, she grinned. "I stayed with you, helped Al take care of you, I baked once every other day in the second week, hoping you wake up soon...I think Damian and Bruce will have a sweet tooth soon." She tells, her eyebrows furrowing on the last part and chuckling a little; thinking of how the two were more than inclined to eat her pastries whenever she offered them.

Jason laughs, how pleasant it was to her ears, even when it was little. How it struck her when she saw his smile. Her eyes were easy to read, Jason had always find it so, it was the first thing he noticed when he first saw her—he's seeing them again, he doesn't turn away this time. His gaze doesn't weaken her anymore, looking at them closed for a long while, wanting to see the blue in them, that's what it did to her. Instead she leaned forward and reached out to hold his hand, "How are you?"

He doesn't miss a beat. "Shit."

Y/N laughs, "I'm sure."

She stood up, their hands still together. "Should I bring your breakfast here?"

"I want to eat with them"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"Help me bathe." He still didn't miss a beat.

Jason wasn't sure if he understood himself well right now. He accepts her help easily, asks for her of it just as easily but uttering an ask of his own desiring need was difficult. Well, he supposed that was probably normal, but he thinks of what went in his mind for him to ask of what he asked of her. The difficulty of asking his said needs—he found out that it equates to the difficulty of bearing the fluttering touches of her fingers across his body. He thought that he ought to pay more heed to his own words.

Damn mouth always talking before thinking..

Her, however.....she found herself eager more than she should be when he asked of what he asked; surprised that he'd utter such a request, she could only hope that it wasn't shown.

Of course, that doesn't mean she wouldn't have to breathe from her mouth while she began to take his shirt off, hands quite trembling as it was revealing his scarred body.

......God...

Jason's eyes stared down at hers just as she tossed his shirt on the floor, he watches her eyes go down slowly, her hands trailing his arms. Eyes roaming his marks and scars, fingers grazing them, she felt the chill that went through him, she chuckles. "How it didn't cross my mind that you'd be what you are or whatever one can think of, even after seeing these, it blows my mind," that got a grunt of laugh from him, she continued her exploring. "But...I suppose it must have been that I was too distracted by you." She smiled then as she looks back to him, hands coming up to cup his face.

His smug smirk on him, she missed seeing it. "You been thinking too much of me." A cat or a dog, whatever animal for all he could think of—he doesn't know, what he does know is that he loved his face to be held, to be held by her.

Quite the detective.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but tone unchanging, "Yes, how very observant."

He leans down, closing on their distance, he deadpan. "You aren't."

"Oh, fuck you." She took her hands back and scoffed. Taking one step back away from him, flicking his forehead all the while.

He laughs but he didn't want her to go away so easily; he took her wrist and swiftly pulled her closer to him, snaking his right arm on her waist. Surprised and not, at the same time, she glared. "I hate you."

Jason only hums, locking their hands, looking dazed as he stared at her, from his eyes that were looking lazy, she finds herself weakening again. Y/N tiptoes slightly to meet their foreheads, "Jay," she called softly, almost him out. He only hums again while he closes his eyes, making her laugh. "So what now?"

He blinks, then grinned. "You're welcome to stare-"

"Oh my god," she burst out laughing, her head thrown back. While she continued to laugh, she stared at him in disbelief and humor as he just stood there, still holding her. "Go!" Her loud voice echoed, gesturing her free hand for him to go in already in the bathtub.

A rumble from his chest goes as he let go of her and she turned around, hearing him take off his remaining clothes, "Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head as she went to get a few things they need. When she heard the sound of water moving, she turned back around to see him in under the bubbling water.

"You-" she emphasized when she glared down at him, "are such a menace." She finished as she sat down on the edge of the tub, right beside him.

"You enjoy it."

"And you're lucky I do."

That humming of his will be the end of her, "I am lucky, aren't I?"

She smiled, her hands reaching out to him—he leans in even before it touches him, one on his chin and the other on his forehead, brushing his hair gently. "I suppose we both are lucky."

Jason could only agree so little but he didn't say otherwise, breaking off their comfort with his trivial thoughts would be too much of a loss. Doubts came seeping again. The welcoming heat of the water manages to slow them down as Y/N began to soak his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp, it helped so greatly. He closed his eyes, trusting to be lost in her care again.

While she started to clean his hair, silence was welcomed. Had their hearts been so ever calm when they were with each other? His mind becoming a blank canvas, it was never been.

Just as she finished with his hair, she went on to soap her own hands before spreading them to his back, firm but gently still. Jason gripped the edge of the tub as her hands continued to explore on his skin and with her finding it too enjoyable as she can feel him tense under her touch.

She then stood up and sat again but facing him this time. While his eyes were now open, staring at her, she ignored it and stayed her attention on to his body, rather, it was much more easier than to meet his eyes that she can feel that has intensity in it—the one that always took her strength.

His wounds that was so hard to miss, they were dry and now became scars, her hand went from his right shoulder, trailing it all down to where he was shot at. Sighing as she stopped her hand on his arm, "Does it still hurt?"

"I wouldn't ask you to do this if it didn't."

Y/N huffed, "Yes, I'm aware but I'm sure you could have bore it." She continued her doing.

And lose the chance to let her take care of him? To not feel it? Jason doesn't think so. "But I wanted you to, anyway." He was beginning to like the fact that she was intentionally looking away from his eyes.

"Mhmm," she uttered, focused on scrubbing his arms and to his shoulders. When she asked for a prayer to see his eyes again, she didn't mean for them to be teasing her this much.

Her hands found their way to his neck and down to his chest, "You're staring," she spoke, hoping for him to stop.

And how could he? "Why wouldn't I?"

Y/N gasped when an arm locked on her waist, feeling the warm and soapy water against the thin fabric of her dress, immediately throwing a warning stare at him, "Shut your mouth."

It didn't faze him and instead held her tighter, leaning up closer to her. "Shut me up then." Greedy and indeed spoiled is what he became because of her, for even when they were already near each other, he wanted to be more closer.

Her breath hitched at his words, a lump forming in her throat as they gazed at each other. There was so much in his eyes, just so much. She heard....she sees it as an ask....him finally asking her. Possibly the one she had been waiting for.

....I can't...

But even so, she instead closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his, breathing out faintly.

Not like this.

Jason heard her, his lips curved a little as he closed his eyes as well.

Not yet.

It seems like she wasn't the only one waiting anymore.

Y/N pulled away from him with a quite fallen look on her as he stared at him, but she sees him with a little smile on him, even his eyes. Just like that, it went away and was replaced with a mellow smile.

There she is.

A hand crept to the side of his face, letting out a chuckle, "Such a bold request for someone that's already been taken care of, your grace."

There's my girl.

Jason smirked and gave a nudge with his hold on her, "I am but a needy man,"

Muttering a small 'ha!' as she nods, "Indeed you are." Then she gently rakes her fingers on his fallen hair. The ask she was offered gave her the courage to do what she wanted to do, what she could give him for now. She touches her lips against his forehead, to both of his cheeks and close to his lips—lingering them there for more than they both could bear.

Drowning him would just have been the same once he felt her kiss him more than once, let alone so close to his lips.

What starvation can do to a man.

Fucking hell.

"You trying to kill me?" His fingers squeezed her waist as he spoke, earning him a flinch from her and he grinned.

She glared at him and to his demise, she grabbed his arm that was holding her in place and took it off of her, rather little difficult it was, by the way, still teasing her. "You asked for it, my darling, and you shall receive." Answered her simply as if she didn't see what it did to him. Serves his ass right. And began to rinse the soap from his body with the warm water. As she finished washing him, well, at least his upper body. She held her back and laid her hands on his shoulder.

"How do you suppose we should do next?"

"Well, you could-"

"Don't. " She covered his mouth and pursed her own lips to stop her laughs, eyes closed as she shook her head. Thinking that she should have known better. Jason's chest rumbled with chuckles as he watched her laugh.

Then she stood up, his soaked arm went for her but she stopped it with the flick of her hand. "Go clean the rest of yourself, you shit. I'll fix your clothes and be back."

Y/N heard a little of his laugh as she went out from the bathroom, in doing so with a smile of her own as she mutters a few words of annoyance to him.

Jason had a smile as the water took over him.

"You are a child. The water is all over the floor because of your hair." Spoke Y/N as Jason went out from the bathroom, walking to him with a towel in her hands.

"I only had one towel, unless I should have walked out without it and-"

His words were muffled when Y/N covered his face with the towel, and began to dry him off. "Unbelievable, you fucking annoy me," she curses.

Jason huffed, sneaking his arms on her waist to pull her closer. He can still see the annoyed look on her even when his eyes were covered. "You enjoy it, you enjoy it, you enjoy it," he chanted and finally was met by her again. With a grin to match her flattened lips that was twitching, itching to smile, he leaned his face down. "You enjoy it."

Unfazed, the urge to smile had gone away, she just hummed and leaned away from him while she continued to dry his hair, her hand going down from his neck to his chest after as there were still some water going down on him. Jason watched her as she gazed at his scarred body again as she finished drying him off, the towel now on his hand, the trailing of her fingers shuddering him. He chuckles, "They're not that fascinating, sweetheart."

"I beg to differ, your grace," She looked up to him, all the while her hands came up to his face, her head tilted with a still nonchalant expression but Jason saw the ardor in them. He wants to swim in it.

"I could get used to you calling me that."

"I'm sure you do, and you should already dress up. I think breakfast has begun." She said and Jason nods, dropping a peck on her forehead before freeing her out of his grasp.

They walked down the stairs after he got ready, while she waited for him to be done. Jason can't find himself to regret taking their time together as indeed, breakfast had already started and they were all there. Even when he saw their teasing gazes as they walked in the room, as annoying it was, he doesn't regret it. Instead he shook their stares with a grin that was starting to form while they went to their seats.

The morning wasn't so dull anymore.

💌🖋️: Jason the rizzler. HE'S HIMMMMMMM 😩😩😩😩😩

It took me a while to post this here, I'M SORRY YALLJSKFJSDKSKW

As you all believe so, we are one chapter away for the story to finish and rest assured that i will deliver it rightfully to you, to us. So of course, writing it will take a while and I promise for it to pay off. thank you always for reading and take care!!! 💗💗💌 ^^

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #chubby!reader #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #my bat shenanigans 🦇#home again 💌🦇#dc fanfic

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sn0wbat · 9 months

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sometimes u just gotta paint a tiny heroforge miniature of one of ur most beloved OCs

anyway so this is einarr!! my ancient vampire viking man ♡♡♡

he's so tiny here lol

#low stakes 🦇#my art #kinda #irl shenanigans #my brother let me borrow his paints hehe #shoutouts to him for also printing out these minis in the first place #i also have one of bat but my brother painted that one. birthday present hehe #but yeah #lemme tell ya it is very finicky work to paint little minis at this scale #all things considered i think i did pretty well #heroforge

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lilmaemae · 9 months

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having thoughts about vampires phayurain again...,,,, this is how i picture the vamp au boys in my mind!

the rain in part 2 of love bites (the little bat) ft. batrain still has brown fur because of rain's coconut head in LITA, but i'm planning on changing that in the following parts of the fic because blonde eul/rain simply has me in a chokehold 😵‍💫

no one asked but for context, batrain was supposed to be fic number 4/5. the original order is:

1. blood-y heck

2. 🍼

3. 🪞

4. the little b(r)at

5. 🦷

(debating if i should put fics in between here for sky/pai but haven't decided if i'm going to put them in the au too) (or if i should add vampire society shenanigans)

6. 💍/🪞pt 2

7. 💍/🪞pt 2

8. 🦇 pt 2

which is why nothing makes much sense, but i swear one day it will... when i actually post shit lMAO

#love in the air #phayurain #love in the air au #vampire au #love in the air vampire au #vampire phayu #vampire rain #mae trying to explain her au #and coming up with excuses as to why she cannot write chronologically #my friends keep telling me it's a bad idea #but my brain just doesn't work in linear timelines ok #time is a jeremy bearemy #good place reference

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oikasugayama · 3 months

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Bram night agent.... oh my goodness.... going to be thinking about that for like the next 30 minutes.....

I must just have him on the mind because I've been reading Dracula, but in Dracula the count is described as having a moustache and I just. Can't. See him with one. Because Bram doesn't have one 😭. When I try imagining him with one my mind goes straight to Fukuchi....

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He'd be keeping an eye on the nocturnal PM shenanigans. And general evil doers. He's like Yokohama's Batman.... bat 🦇 man. Bc he's a vampire. Vampire bat man.

Every time my coworkers and I talk about Dracula we talk about his sick 70s porn stache. He's absolutely rockin' it. My favorite passage from Dracula is when the count crawls up the exterior wall "in lizard-like fashion." That's stuck with me for about 10 years. I have never and will never forget that line as long as I live.

#ask answered #🌀 anon

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thegoblinboy · 9 months

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Is it three lines per bat, or three lines per ask?

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Just for you I decided to do three lines per bat so here's around 24 lines of megalomania!

He moves to the door, preparing to open it before Robin's body slams into his own causing him to stumble into the wall. His elbow nearly puts a hole in the fancy wallpaper as his eyes squint suspiciously at the smaller girl.

"Robin, why are you not allowing me to leave this room?" His suspicions are to the roof as he moves adjusting his balance so that he doesn't completely topple over from holding his best friend's weight along with his own.

"Because.." Robin drags out, eyes looking anywhere but at Steve as she purposely tilts her head at an angle.

"Because why?" Steve tries his hardest not to come off as annoyed but after the amount of shenanigans Robin has put him through he was slowly not finding them funny anymore. No matter how much he loved her, he was slowly becoming desperate for one vacation. A vacation that wouldn't feel right because she wasn't there next to him. Damn them and their weird platonic bond. However, he wouldn't have it any other way if it meant he had this wonderful being for the rest of his life.

"Because I may or may not have taken us to the Cunningham's residence," Robin finally looks at Steve, looking like a kicked dog as she begins to chew on her lip. Which was going to scab up if she didn't stop.

"First off, stop chewing your lip I'm not going to help you take care of it again, and secondly.." He takes a moment to pause, dramatically clearing his throat before he continues what he's saying. "Why the hell are we at Chrissy's? You know how bad you get around her, it's bad enough we are on the run because you are a witch, which isn't your fault, and being on the run is fun but it would make it ten times worst if they find out you are also a lesbian as well Robby." Steve doesn't yell, his voice stays in a rough whisper. Trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

Robin's mouth falls open a little bit, clearly becoming a bit more upset the more they talk. "Neither of those things are my fault, Steven, Why should we silence ourselves in an attempt to adapt to a life they want us to live in? It's so fucking unfair!" Her voice has always been raspier than Steves and because of that Robin could never stay that soft with her words so that others couldn't hear.

#wip weekend #stobin friendship #witch robin buckley #queer steve harrington #they are outlaws #megalomania #vampire pirate eddie munson

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prpfs · 7 months

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hello! 🦇🦇🦇 i'm back at it again (nb, 25+, they/them) back at it again looking for a couple of new partners. my interests revolve around DC universe, but mostly green lantern or bat/superfam shenanigans. my only two hard nos are pregnancy plots or scat. we can brainstorm things together or i can throw you some plot ideas i've had depending on the ship that piques your interest from this ad!

the characters i can / am interested in writing will be bolded in the next section. if i can write both, then neither will be bolded. i do have preferences, but if it's listed i'm willing to write both regardless. i am also friendly to other ship suggestions (provided they involve at least one of the characters listed), trans hcs and minor canon divergences. i am also always open to meta discussions and headcanons, so i'm always down to chat ooc!

the ships i am interested are as follow:

kyle rayner / hal jordan hal jordan / guy gardner guy gardner / kyle rayner john stewart / kyle rayner sinestro / hal jordan bruce wayne / jason todd jason todd / tim drake ghostmaker / bruce wayne clark kent / conner kent conner kent / jon kent kyle rayner / jason todd joseph wilson / dick grayson joseph wilson / any other wilsons

if anything about this ad piqued your interest, feel free to like this ask and i will reach out!

like if interested!

#fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove #cc x cc #dc universe rp #dc universe roleplay

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madseance · 1 year

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If any of you have thought about playing my favouritest game

now is a great time to start doing that, as it is time for

🎄Eldritch Victorian Christmastime Shenanigans

Get presents! Send cards! Await visits from a distressingly tall figure in a red robe! Play in the “snow”!

Q: What the devil is Fallen London? A: It is a free, text-based browser game set in an alternate history London at the end of the 19th century. This is the tagline:

Forty years ago, London was stolen by bats.

Q: London was what now? A: 🦇🏰🦇

Q: Okay, sure. What did the bats do with it? A: Transported it deep underground to a massive cavernous underworld where death is a temporary inconvenience, cats deal in secrets, mirrors are dangerous, and the city is ruled by mysterious robed figures called the Masters who serve an unknown agenda (which, for some reason, involves paying a premium for a good love story). There's a spoiler-light lore guide if you want to learn more, but you'll also be fine if you dive in knowing nothing.

Q: Why should I play it? A: Because you like a good story with a mix of horror and humour, that you can play through at your own pace, with meaningful narrative choices and memorable characters. Depending on your personal preferences, some other compelling possibilities may include:

Obtaining various types of extremely cursed knowledge

Being gay (or straight, or bi, or pan, or aro/ace, or...) and doing crimes

Collecting bones and assembling them into paleontological abominations for fun and profit

Engaging in philosophical debates with spiders that steal eyeballs

Pursuing a long-term ambition involving a high-stakes card game, a heist that turns horrific, a mission of revenge, or an epic cryptid hunt

Building a railroad to Hell

Acquiring an extraordinary number of weasels

Q: Is it complicated? A: No more than you want it to be. By which I mean, you can absolutely get deep into strategy later on; but the early game is fairly straightforward and designed to get you used to the gameplay, while also getting you right into the story. Additionally, there is a wiki with lots of lovely guides, including a Beginner's Guide. And there's an active subreddit if you like to make friends with other players.

Q: Okay, fine, I'll play your weird steampunk game. A: Hooray! Have fun, and be sure to grab some free gifts to get yourself started.

#fallen london #my ign is fynnkaterin if you want to add me as a contact :) I promise I won't send you any live rats :)))

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storydlcom · 2 months

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A halloween bio for Instagram is a short introduction that describes who you are, what you do, and why people should follow you during the spooky season. It is a way to showcase your personality, interests, and style to potential followers, friends, or fans. A good halloween bio should include some halloween-related words, emojis, or symbols, such as ghosts, pumpkins, bats, or candy. It should also include a catchy phrase, a pun, or a joke that relates to halloween and your niche. It should also include a call to action that invites people to follow you, check out your posts, or join your halloween fun. In this post, you will get best Halloween bio for Instagram ideas in different styles with or without emojies or short/long text. stay tuned. Read more Instagram bio for flower shop +115 Best Halloween bio for Instagram Here are some halloween bios for Instagram: Embrace the darkness and let the spooky season begin! 🎃 Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat! 🍬 Creeping it real this Halloween season! 👻 Witching you a spook-tacular Halloween! 🧙‍♀️ Fangs for the memories! Let's get this Halloween party started! 🧛‍♂️ Ghostly greetings from the haunted side of Instagram! 👻 Un-BOO-lievable Halloween vibes coming your way! 🎃 Time to get batty and embrace the Halloween spirit! 🦇 Enter if you dare... Halloween is here! 🕷️ Beware of ghosts and ghouls lurking in the shadows! 👻 Let's pumpkin spice things up this Halloween! 🎃 Wishing you a hair-raising Halloween full of frights and delights! 🕸️ Something wicked this way comes... It's Halloween! 🧙‍♂️ Get ready to be spellbound by the magic of Halloween! ✨ Double, double, toil and trouble, it's time for some Halloween fun! 🍁 On Halloween night, we're all just a little bit batty! 🦇 No tricks, just treats! Happy Halloween, everyone! 🍭 Embracing the spooky vibes and eerie delights of Halloween! 🌙 Get ready to howl at the moon this Halloween! 🌕 Let's raise some spirits and make some memories this Halloween! 👻 Ghosting through Halloween with ghoulish delight! 👻 Tis the season for pumpkins, witches, and everything spooky! 🎃 Bringing the BOO to your feed this Halloween season! 👻 Beware of the monsters under your bed... and in your Instagram feed! 🧟‍♂️ Halloween is the perfect time to show off your spooky side! 🕷️ Time to get wickedly creative with our Halloween costumes! 🎭 Let's make this Halloween a scream-worthy affair! 😱 May your Halloween be filled with treats, not tricks! 🍫 Witch better have my candy! Happy Halloween, everyone! 🍭 Ghosting around town, spreading Halloween cheer! 👻 Wishing you a boo-tiful Halloween filled with spook-tacular surprises! 🎃 Trick or treat, give me something good to eat... or else! 🍬 Let's have a fa-boo-lous Halloween, witches and warlocks! 🧙‍♀️ Halloween is the one night a year when it's socially acceptable to be creepy! 💀 Cauldrons bubbling, broomsticks flying... it must be Halloween! 🧹 Get ready to shake your BOO-ty this Halloween! 💃 Don't be a scaredy-cat, it's just Halloween! 🐱 Here for the boos and spooky shenanigans this Halloween season! 👻 Let's pumpkin spice up your feed with some Halloween vibes! 🎃 Who needs a superhero when you can be a spooky villain this Halloween? 🦹‍♂️ Embracing the magic and mischief of Halloween night! ✨ Time to get your BOO-gie on this Halloween! 👻 Let's get wickedly creative with our Halloween decorations! 🕸️ Wishing you a fang-tastic Halloween filled with thrills and chills! 🧛‍♀️ Ghostly greetings from the haunted side of Instagram! 👻 Halloween is the perfect excuse to let your inner ghoul shine! 💀 Ready to get batty and embrace the spookiness of Halloween! 🦇 Time to stir up some trouble and cast some spells this Halloween! 🧙‍♂️ Wishing you a Halloween filled with treats, tricks, and everything in between! 🎃 Let's make some memories that are to DIE for this Halloween! 💀 On Halloween, we wear costumes and eat candy like it's our job! 🍬

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7x10mickey · 3 years

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in honor of it being the spooky season, here are my favorite witchy gallavich AUs!!!

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a witch in wicker park - Mickey Milkovich was born with a rare gift, a gift that any witch would be happy to call their own. With one well placed brush of his thumb, a plant or flower of his choosing would flourish and bloom to maturity in the blink of an eye. When the death of his mother triggers the loss of his magnificent gift, he buries his power deep inside himself for years until the approaching Spring Equinox inspires him to make some changes in his life -- in more ways than one.

another taste of divine rush - Ian didn’t know what was wrong with his magic, but it liked to create random hexes out of anything. So when Mickey Milkovich showed up, Ian truly did know: Ian himself was cursed. He must be.

hysterical light - There was a house that nobody went into.It wasn’t haunted. It wasn’t condemned. It wasn’t barred shut. There were rumors about the house. Whispers about its life before it was a lockbox, about drug debts and jail sentences and families with more magic than they needed, or less, depending on who you asked. There were whispers that the house was cursed, and that the curse would rub off on anyone who got too close. *It has been a long time since anyone has seen Mickey Milkovich, and the neighborhood has all but forgotten him. Mickey’s name may have left the common consciousness, but there is one thing that everybody seems to know: there’s a house on Trumbull Ave. that nobody can go into, and something bad will happen to you if you try. When strange things begin happening a few blocks away at the Gallagher house, it’s clear that the events have a magical origin. Ian suspects a curse, and looks for answers at the only other cursed location he knows of. He finds answers. He finds something else, too.

paranormal problems - “Good afternoon, you’re through to the Paranormal Problems department. I’m Mickey the mage, how can I help you today?”Ian thinks that if a voice could sound as attractive as a bowl of butterscotch pudding, this would be the voice. He’s pulled from his daydream by an ear piercing bat screech. Ian is a warlock who finds himself falling for the mage on the other end of the wand helpline. Cue Liam's transfigurations shenanigans, Ian's attempts at flirting and Lip being as blunt as a spoon!

on samhain eve - For the rest of the world it's called Halloween, but for witches like Ian and Mickey it's Samhain. A sacred time of year to commune with the dead. Ian and Mickey have both been invited to a very special ritual, and no witch's intuition will be able to predict what will transpire.

under the beltane sun - Ian and Mickey's lives became intrinsically intertwined on Samhain. Now, six months later, Beltane is upon them, and life is about to bloom anew.

i put a spell on you - “I wouldn't go for spells if you're lookin' to attract someone.” “Why not?” “Love spells are messy. Anything that tampers with free will is. They can fuck up too easy, or the effects wear off, and they're hard to get right. Trust me. Not worth it.”

bad for business - Shitty parenting aside, it was the American health care system that had prompted Mickey to hone his skill and turn it into a side hustle. MagiCare only covered extremely high-risk curses, making the reversal of anything non-lethal a luxury rather than a right, so Mickey—like the responsible and concerned citizen that he was—offered his services on the DL for a more than affordable price. Only thing he asked for in return was discretion. He bit his lip, considering. “Not a cop, are you?” Ian blinked. “What? Uh, no. Why?” He scratched at his eyebrow. “Just sayin’, if you ever get cursed and don’t wanna ride it out . . . I might know someone who can take care of it.”

weaver of fate (to your will i won’t fold) - Mickey was sure he was bound to have one hell of a breakdown about the whole thing once he was in the safety of his room—he certainly couldn’t afford to have one in front of Gallagher—but all he could think of right then was that he’d somehow, against all odds, been allowed to have this one thing in life, if only for a moment. He was in the presence of his fucking soulmate. The one he’d hated so passionately as a kid. The one that would’ve probably gotten him killed at sixteen and seventeen and eighteen. The one he’d once thought he was destined to grieve forever. (Or: Mickey is a seer who gets paid to track down people's soulmates, and he's damn good at his job. He's a little frustrated when this Ian Gallagher guy tries to cancel his appointment on the same day, saying he has no interest in knowing who his soulmate is. They reach an agreement: he'll perform the reading but won't tell him the results, just write them down and send him on his way. And, well, fuck Mickey's life, huh? 'Cause it turns out he's Ian Gallagher's fucking soulmate.)

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//*Throws bat and star shaped confetti* 🌟🦇🌟🦇🌟🦇🌟🦇🌟🦇🌟This blog is 4years old today!! Lots of love to my followers, mutuals and friends who've stuck around so far!! 💜👍🏻😍 here's to more shenanigans with best/wonderboymolloy

#blogversary #4 years old today #est. 13th Sept 2015 #mun stuff #Daniel molloy fan club #time flies when your having fun #vc #fandom #fandom love

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Yes, Daddy, i mean—

#my bat shenanigans 🦇#batfamily #katarantaduhan pa rin #wfa spoilers #batman wfa #wayne's family adventures #my man my man my man #damian my son😭#little guy!#the silly <3

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Home Again

Jason Todd x Plus size reader

Slow burn, slice of life, fluff and whatnot 💌

Filled cups of grief. Trying fathers and sons. A yearning heart for the uncertain one. Full of hope and longing. The love Jason thinks he doesn't deserve.

Or in which Alfred have someone over in the Wayne manor for a while, that being the child of his dear late friend, and we'll see how her relationship goes there with Jason,,,,,of course, our beloved batfamily as well

Status: completed.

1: Wayne's

2: By Grace Through Death

3: Feastful Breakfast

4: Mourning in the Lovely Morning to Nights End

5: Life at Best as We Know It

6: Hearts Reflecting One Another .1

7: Hearts Reflecting One Another .2

8. A Little Push

9. Blank Canvas

10. The Painter is Painting

11. Interrupted

12. Unfinished Piece

13. Untitled

14. In Their Rest

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Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

Death, loss, grief, trauma. Fem reader, she/her

Chapter One

"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family."

Wayne's

"I take it the patrol went well," Alfred says, as he continues to set up the table, side glancing everyone as they sit on their chairs, looking clean and not single scratch on them.

"Boring, you mean." Jason huffs. Bruce cleared his throat at this, he would say that.

"Just as it has been these past few days...some muggers, bank robbers, car theft. It's rather...quiet." Damian cautiously says, all of them agreeing except Alfred and Bruce, unfazed they were by the sentiment. Used to how the natural things are in Gotham.

Dinner started and they went on with their usual night.

The manor was now sleeping, well of course, except for Tim, Damian, Cassandra, probably Stephanie. But Alfred was still fixing himself up to go to be, all from after cleaning the kitchen and tending to whatever they need. As he got out from his bathroom, freshly showered. The telephone on his table, rang. He picked up the phone and spoke, 'Good evening, who am I speaking to?" On the table, there were a picture of his parents, another frame was Bruce and him along with his children. The last frame beside it was a picture of his friend and a little girl.

"Alfred, it's me, Y/N." The voice of someone he hasn't heard for a long time, surprised him.

"Y/N?" He questions, a bit shocked and confused.

"Yes, yes, it's me" She chuckles, although Alfred noticed that her voice sounds a bit off.

"I'm sorry to call so suddenly," She started.

"Don't be, my dear, you know you can always call me anytime. Is everything alright? How is your mother?" Alfred asks, fear starting to arise in him as he puzzles everything. Late at night, she calls suddenly, her sounding distraught.

"Alfred," she breathes, deep long breathes could be heard at the end of his line. "She...she got mugged, three men on drugs." She paused. Alfred has always felt the feeling of his heart dropped every time something bad happened to his people, he could never be used to it, but now it felt like it was the first time again. "They stabbed her, before she got taken to a hospital, she was already gone."

Every words heavy from how she said it and quiet. Alfred lost his composure, putting his hand on his forehead as he knelt down, disbelief all over him. Words couldn't be formed. So he stayed like that, processing the dreadful news, he struggled to. Alfred has always been the wisest and prepared to what to say in trying times but right now, he was lost. But he needed to be there.

"How is everything? How are you?" He asks, trying to collect his breath.

"It happened last night, I've only called you now as I was busy too much fixing all whatever needs to be done. Her attackers have already been arrested as they left one of their pouch with drugs in it and one of their fingerprints. Her friends have helped me with everything. The funeral is in two days-"

"My dear...how are you?" Alfred asks again, not wanting to hear more of it. She manages to laugh a little, getting his tone.

"Everyone has been here, dreadful but they're here. My mother's friends and mine. I'm trying." She says, Alfred nodded, glad she was not alone. There were a lot unsaid words that needed to be said but both thought it was best left for later .

"I'll be there, my dear, I'll be there" Alfred tells, assuring her. For now, that was everything to be known.

His room was filled with silent cries. Feeling his heart so heavy, as if it was eating itself. Pain took over the night.

The morning he woke up, he chose. To be there for the child of his friend. To not lose himself.

As he was preparing for the day to begin, with him cooking in the kitchen. His mind brought him back to the past. One which where he was young when he met his friend, a friend who'd be so dear to him, who'd be so far from him.

He needed to tell Bruce of the matter, as well something that came to him just now. He knocks the door of Bruce's bedroom and entered himself to find him already awake.

"Good morning, Master Bruce. I'm glad you're already awake. I need to discuss something with you" He tells, closing the door and handing the coffee he made to Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Alfred looked too serious on a fine morning. He thought if he did anything that could put him into trouble. Before he could speak as he sat on his chair, Alfred did, awhile walking to the windows.

"I received a call last night, Y/N, the daughter of my friend, Amelia. Her mother.'' He says, still grasping the reality. "Amelia...has passed away two days ago. She got mugged and stabbed," Alfred trailed. There was anger in him as he thought of it but he didn't show it.

Bruce, shocked, he leaned back on the chair. "How..how are you?" He asks unsurely. Bruce knew of his friend, Alfred had mentioned her a time before, but he knew little yet still know the woman is special to him.

Alfred smiled a little as he remembers the same thing he asked Y/N. "Grieving, I suppose. I'm having trouble grasping it," Alfred replies, telling only the truth.

"And what of her daughter? How is she?"

"She has her friends and the friends of her mother with her. She is only doing good, I hope. The funeral is in two days, I need-"

"We'll go with you, all of us." Bruce cuts him off before he could finish. Alfred nodded, smiling. He hasn't stepped away from the window, still looking outside.

"What is it, Alfred? Tell me, is there anything I could help with?" Bruce asks, sensing there were more for Alfred that he wants to say.

"It's been so long since Amelia and I have seen each other," Alfred says, he chuckles, turning to Bruce. "I have never actually told you about her, haven't I?"

Bruce met his tone, agreeing, "No, I remember you only telling me that she's your friend, you met when you were both young, that was it."

Bruce can still remember the fondness in Alfred's face when he was speaking of her, even for only a short moment.

"It was a year, the time we had together before I left England. Such a short time it was but we had the most good times. It was difficult to say goodbye but we did. Years after, we drifted apart, just like that. I still thought of her but I was young, I didn't think much of bonds and connections back then. When I came back there, I wanted to find her, that I did, she had her child then, Y/N. We reconnected, I suppose, as if nothing has changed. When I left it was years after that I came back there again, that was a year now. But time to time, we still talked" Alfred says his story, the fondness that once Bruce saw back then, now on his face again.

"I loved her like a sister." He says softly, Bruce smiled at him, happy that he finally spoke of someone special to him.

Alfred looks at his watch, knowing some of the kids will be up from their beds. "If you follow me, I still have something to talk to you of," he said, walking out of Bruce's room and headed to the kitchen, Bruce following.

"I'll ask boldly, Master Bruce. I haven't been in contact with Y/N for a while but now that her mother is gone, I know she'll be living alone, it has always been Amelia and her living together," Alfred begins as they walk together. Bruce nodded, getting where the conversation gonna go.

"You want her to stay here for a while?" Bruce asks but it was more of a conclusion rather than a question.

"Precisely. It has been quite some time since we've seen each other and she has said before she always wanted to visit me, so-"

"Alfred, it's okay. She can stay here, you both need each other. She'll stay here for as long as you both need." Bruce assures, and they arrived in the kitchen. Bruce thought it was the least he could do for him, after all he knew of the pain of losing someone.

"Thank you," Alfred says as he begins to do what he needed to do for breakfast. "I have yet to talk to her about it but I hope very much so she'll agree...I do miss her." He confessed.

"I'm sure she does too." Bruce patted his shoulder as he sat down on a chair.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you two seemed to have a serious conversation, so I might have heard things more than I should have." Appearing out of nowhere was Damian, looking already cleaned up. He was always one of the few to wake up early.

Bruce rolled his eyes at his son, knowing he did mean to listen to them. "I'm sure you didn't mean to, young master," Sarcasm and tease in Alfred's voice as he starts to prepare Damian's food. Damian tried to hide that he was caught, he tried.

"So, who is this person that's going to stay here?" Damian asked bluntly, Alfred only smiled at his curiosity, he heard Bruce sighed before speaking up.

"And good morning to you too, Damian. We'll all talk about it later when everyone is done with breakfast." That was all Bruce told him and continued to eat, ignoring the frown of his youngest beside him.

One by one they came down to have their breakfast, Tim had to be woken up by Alfred which was followed by a lot of whining and groaning from him. Both the parental figures were glad Jason stayed for the night as he usually doesn't.

It was normal, them bickering back and forth, few yellings, but despite Alfred's usual ritual, they have noticed he was quiet, all except Bruce, of course, sensed there were something wrong. With Damian's mood sour than usual, they all confirmed that there is something going on.

Damian who had enough of his curiosity eating him and noticed all his siblings was done eating, spoke up.

"Now that we're done eating, can you tell us now?" Damian demands as he crossed his arms over him. All their conversations was broken up by this and turned to Damian.

"Tell us what?" Dick asks his younger brother, his eyes followed Damian's which was on Bruce, the others did too.

Bruce sighed again because of his youngest as he put down the newspaper he was reading. "This is no place to discuss such things but since you needily insists." He eyed Damian and turned to Alfred, looking apologetically at him.

Alfred muttered a small "nonsense" under his breath and prepared himself. "A dear friend of mine, Amelia Y/L/N, she passed away two days ago. She was mugged, unfortunately, she was stabbed too." Alfred maintained his composure but distress was heard in his voice and shown in his face. There were no need to hide this.

And so that's how their morning went, Alfred telling of what needs to be said. Damian felt guilty that he pressed the subject earlier. Seeing their beloved butler, more so their grafather in a sad state, more gentle than he is, they felt little. When Bruce spoke of the possibility of Y/N staying in the manor for a while, they were hesitant of the idea, they stood quiet for a moment, Alfred then opened up more about it to which of them understanding the situation. Then it was agreed they were to flyto England together.

The night took over again. When they got home from the patrol, Damian ran straight to the kitchen, he found Alfred and jumped to him. Hugging him so suddenly that the plates in Alfred's hand almost fell, confused he was but hugged the boy back. Everyone then followed, Dick was the second, squeezing both of them to Alfred laughing. With all the kids hugging Alfred, Jason was the last as for Bruce, he was by the door, watching them so adoringly.

"We're here, Alfred." Jason speaks, each still in their hold. They all muttered, whispered, nodded to the same thing. Alfred swells at their gesture and comfort.

Dinner was more lively than usual.

In Alfred's room, he dialed Y/N's number, his telephone rang and she answered, "Y/N?"

"Alfred? I was just about to call you." She says, chuckling a little.

He laughs as well, "How are you anyway, my dear?"

"Still the same, trying. You?" She asks back

Alfred sighs, sitting down on his bed. "I...I still find it difficult to believe." Ever since Y/N called, the tragedy hasn't left Alfred's mind, it was not as he refused to believe it, he just couldn't take a hold of it.

"A lot of us are. Just one moment, I was cooking with her then the next thing I knew, I was at the hospital bathroom, sobbing....I think it'll always be hard to believe." Y/N speaks.

Nodding to himself, "I suppose it will be."

It was quiet then after as Y/N hesitates to speak again but she did. "I've been thinking, can I stay there in Gotham for a while? It's been a bit long since we've seen each other and I just want to be able to spend some time with you, with my uncle. And I've always wanted to visit Gotham." She finishes, her voice sounding hesitant.

The word uncle, didn't pass by him and heard it clearly, a smile on his face from this. Alfred laughs, confusing

Y/N, "Oh, my dear, we keep thinking the same thing. That is why I actually called, to talk to you about this. I wish for you to stay here, in the Wayne manor. I do want to spend time with you too." He tells.

"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family." She rambles. Sure, she always wanted to go to the infamous house of Wayne's, ever since she found out Alfred was living there, but the actual thought of possibility, intimidated her.

"You wouldn't be a bother, dear, we've talked about it and they agreed. And I would not allow you to stay in an apartment or hotel, it's not usually safe here in Gotham, and they wouldn't either. You'd be welcome here."

She thought about it for a moment. Being in the same roof with a lot of people she didn't know made her uneasy, but then again, this family, Alfred has been living with them for a long time. She knew the Wayne family was bound to Alfred as well. If Alfred insists her, then what was reason for her to deny? It would be rather great for the both of them to be with each other for a while. She needed it and wanted it as well.

"Okay...okay, I will but only if you promise it's really okay and it wouldn't be a problem or what," Y/N worrily says, sounding serious.

Alfred couldn't help but smile again at her fret. Their night ended with them talking of the details of her staying and what they dreaded, the funeral.

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💌🖋️: this shit sucks but this gets better, i swear, i think? Bear with me.

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strawberrrier · 1 year

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Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

Jay doesn't know how to move those hips but he will move those thunder thighs and guns! I stand by it and you all should too. 🤨 Sickening, tooth rotting fluff, it's a damn feast. Everybody is just enjoying their time here in this chapter, honestly, and hope you guys will too!! ^^

!!! if you will, i recommend playing por uno cabeza by carlos gardel or easy virtue tango once the music plays on that part ((:

Chapter Ten

"To hell with it rather than drown in regret of not taking the risk of having to let yourself give in to your heart."

The Painter is Painting

Time was an enemy to him, like it always has been ever so often. It couldn't go on any faster. However early it was still, he felt as if he was on edge, dread filling him in so slowly but surely.

The sun was yet to set as he and Roy were almost done with their job, which meant he had nothing left to do after that, hence why dread was filling him more.

"Have any plans for tonight?" Asked Roy while they were leaving the place they were just in.

Jason could only breathe out so bothersomely as he mounted his bike, "Yeah, and it ain't your business." Replied him, and put on his helmet before driving away. Roy did not believe that one bit.

"I'll drag your ass if I have to!" He heard Roy shouted behind him and Jason only scoffed.

While he drove to his place, on the road he sees a few people in their lavish cars dressed up greatly as well, no doubt they were headed to the one place he dreads so much of right now. He just tightly gripped his handles more and sped up the way.

He feels like a child, irritated at himself that he was stepping on the stairs too heavy as he felt that his whole body was too heavy as well. Never once that he felt so restless like he had been in those days since his problem, it was beginning to wear him out and he needed get out of it. But how could one even does so? That he was yet to know.

"With how you are right now over this just beginning, I know much that you want more."

Jason knows that, he didn't deny it then and he isn't denying it now. Though the only defiance left in him was would he let himself? Would he let her?

"Who could be able to stop what our heart longs for?"

He had no answer to that....because apparently as he figures....there isn't.

"No one, huh?" uttered he as he stood under the water more longer than he should.

So now as the sky had turn dark, after a bit of time that he spent in his bed, trying to sleep, tossing and turning around, thinking and thinking—he found himself staring at the clothes that Alfred had prepared for him. His stoic stare breaking into a scoff as he smirked and shook his head, almost annoyed at himself for choosing such a thing to do.

"I'm gonna regret this," said him, taking one last look at the attire before putting it on.

There he sees himself in the mirror, certainty in what he has decided. That whatever awaits him tonight, he shall find out of how he could get out of his traps.

"And here I was preparing myself to drag your ass." Roy's voice echoed in the apartment as he stepped in Jason's room, leaning besides the door with his arms crossed his chest and had a smug look.

Jason didn't pay him attention, unsurprised that he was already there. He went ahead of him out of his room, not before taking a one last glance of him in the mirror, a smirk tipping off his mouth again; unbelieving that he was willing to go in his father's affairs, let alone that was done for him....for her.

Surprisingly to him, that is, he was calm as they went on their way to the manor. Feeling that he's got a hold of himself.

But such certain feelings could only last for a while.

The party had already started an hour ago just as they arrived, the place lively with a lot of guests and the loud music. As he walked in the room, striding in with such ease, his eyes roamed for a moment until it landed on her—his feet almost stopped, almost. His walk turned slow as he took her in.

And there she was in his eyes, in all her glory. In she was in a red dress, tailored well to her body, and by well; meant too greatly. The tightness of the silk accented her curves, her round stomach and wide hips hugged tightly by the fabric, lines of it shown. The short corset that made her breasts more endowed—distracting, that is. The wide slit on the side that gave view to the thickness of her thigh, leaving no room for imagination.

Hell.

A sound was caught in his throat as her eyes found his, nothing could have prepared him for that. Though his breath hitched and he faltered, his gaze didn't, seeing the same look on her face, the same that he had; surprised. Until she broke it off, and glad he was.

"I need a drink," muttered him immediately as he got himself back, feeling that his heart was now beating out of its pace, he then went his way to the banquet.

"That's her?" How the hell he forgot that Roy was beside him?

Jason blinked, realizing that he was probably seen by what just passed. He said no reply, but kept walking, and got himself a drink, a strong one rather.

"She's been waiting for you." He recognized the voice of his brother—Dick stood beside him as he took a glass of champagne, though before Jason could comprehend that, Dick was already walking away. Jason's eyes followed him and he saw her again.

His eyes stayed on her longer this time and he wish he didn't. For what he saw made something turn in him; Y/N held his brother's hand and kissed his cheek. And now that he saw that, he remembered what he saw just earlier when he came in, she was smiling and laughing with Dick, their arms tacked together.

Jason sharply looked away and downed his drink in one go, the bitterness of the whiskey exceeded the little sweetness of it and left a burning feeling all over him.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

"Damn." Roy says, seriously as he was staring at Jason. He really had never seen his friend affected in a way that he was now.

Jason side glanced him, "Not a word," a threat, really. He looked at his empty glass, gripping it tightly, the strong taste of whiskey was still there. The flaring taste of it was not well to be mixed with his chest feeling heavier.

.....No way in hell...

Too early for me to be feeling like this....

Anticipation. Dread. Jealousy. It was all brewing in him. All the certainty he had earlier was immediately replaced to nothingness.

Jason fetched another glass again. Then he sees Bruce heading towards him, and just in time his drink was when his father arrived.

Great.

Just what I need.

"If you don't mind, I'll be having fun." Roy said, bidding goodbye when Bruce came, Jason could only roll his eyes.

Bruce stood beside him, Jason took a small shot of his drink before saying, "You must be damn glad I showed up."

Bruce's lips twitched a little, he was damn glad alright. "Well, aren't I always am when you do?" says him, dodging and catching the question at the same time.

Jason just eyed him before finishing his drink. As much as irritation was clearly in him, part of him was glad that he wasn't being asked of why he did come, because truthfully, now that he's seen her, he really wasn't so sure anymore. Maybe because he just wanted to see her.

So much for getting out of it.

"I know what I promised you but I don't think I can keep it anymore," Bruce said, even though it was a dejecting statement, there wasn't any of it in his voice. He doesn't want to.

I never expected any less.

Jason huffed, shaking his head, "Doesn't surprise me," he breathily says. As his eyes was forward, the familiar red figure came into his view, onto the dance floor was Y/N and now with Roy....That didn't surprise him either.

Bruce followed his gaze, a small smile showing itself, "Jason...you can be happy," they stare at the two dancing, who had smiles on their faces. "I want that for you."

Who doesn't?

"Don't we all want that?"

Her glow was blinding, entranced he was by watching her sway, the noise fading behind. He went to figure out how to get himself out of his trap and yet there he was; caught, unmoving....trapped. Her very self was the trap.

Bruce looks at him, Jason had a deafening gaze that spoke a lot of words that he heard and understood. He smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Take your time, but don't keep her waiting for too long."

"She's been waiting for you."

Shit.

That intimidated him too much. Nevertheless, when Bruce went away, Jason breathed out a chuckle as he was starting to see amusement in his dilemma, the constant frustration in him was beginning to wear down, slowly but it was something.

His eyes remained on her, the laugh of hers echoed loudly and her surprised face made it all the better. The bitter taste was fading as a smile was slowly showing.

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Surprisingly, Y/N managed to keep herself focused as she and Dick continued to talk, despite that there was the growing anticipation in her as Jason was now there, though she was sure if she continued to grip the flute more, it'll break.

"Grayson," a new voice was heard, breaking off her thoughts. Y/N recognizes the man that was with Jason earlier.

"Harper," Dick replied as he and Roy grip their hands together. This Harper guy looked at her, and she could swear that he almost had the same expression the family have been showing. With a smug smile, "Y/N __, you must be the beautiful woman that I heard who's been staying here. Name's Roy Harper." Sensing no discomfort as he held out his hand to her when she did as well, he took her knuckle to his lips.

Y/N let out a surprised sound, almost laughing, "My, and they say chivalry is dead," says her, taking her hand back, Dick just rolled his eyes. "And I suppose you're a friend of theirs? As it seems you all know how to sweep a person off their feet." She grinned and his smile got bigger.

"And no wonder why our boy Jason has lost himself already." Y/N let out a shocked face and Dick snickered

"Right about that," Dick replied and Y/N elbowed his side, glaring at him.

Roy held out his hand again to her, "Shall we dance?"

Y/N chuckled, taking his hand and he led themselves to the dance floor. "You didn't deny what I said," says Roy as they start to dance.

She furrowed her eyebrows before raising them, "If I said otherwise then, would you have believe so?"

He chuckled, nodding, "I wouldn't, given that I saw it first hand at how he is because of you."

Y/N suddenly gripped his hand tighter at his words, abashment never failing to get to her when it came to him, "There's our answer then."

Roy's lip quirked, feeling her falter. "And what about you?"

She glared at him for a second, annoyed that he was asking even though he seemed to knew of it already, but she still answered, "I can assure you that I feel for him much." Mentally, she smiled to herself at how she was being so agreeable with her feelings of him, time has only been moving like normal and yet how swift her glass was being filled willfully. She thinks that the odds were in her favor, luckily so.

"Isn't he a lucky man?"

Y/N smiled.

"I don't know about that....but I think I am lucky too."

Both of their words were true, at least so they thought.

"So tell me, what made you turn your eyes to him?" Asked Roy. If he wasn't gonna get it out from his friend, then maybe he could get it from the other end of his ordeal.

Y/N scoffed, "The apple seems to never fall far from the tree, no?"

Roy laughed, throwing his head back lightly. "Let me guess, you've find out how nosy they can be?"

Rolling her eyes, though she chuckled, "Yes, unfortunately, I did." Rather she not make herself remember it. Sighing a little, thinking of what to say, "...I don't know...I suppose...he just caught my eye at the beginning...then the next moment, I find myself always staring at him with my best interest, it got to the point where we....trifled...and here I am." Unaware of how gentle her voice became and that she had a distant but happy look, her eyes roaming as they swayed and him looking at her.

Roy's smug expression turned into a soft adoring one, one that he didn't usually make, one that got her heart always clenching. Nonetheless, he huffed, smiling, "Looks like you two are really in some serious shit, huh?" More than that, he thinks.

She laughed, nodding, "It appears we are," the smile couldn't be wiped off from her face.

"The smile you have is sickening, it's too much." He teased with eyebrows raised comically and she glared at him, though she kept laughing.

"Shut it, as if you're not enjoying it all."

"Believe me I am,"

She just rolled her eyes at him.

"But I think I speak for everyone here that you are the most sublime creature here tonight." Said him so seriously, it made her laugh in a disbelief way.

"My god, how many people have fallen for that one?"

"Unfortunately, none yet. Should I count you in?" She laughed loudly that it echoed and made some people look their way and she immediately collected herself with a surprised face, a hand flying to her mouth.

A few minutes more of their dancing and laughing, the music ended and there they were walking back away from the dance floor. "Well, thank you for your time, Y/N, it's been fun." Says Roy, before reaching out to her hand and kissed it again, letting himself have too much enjoyment.

Y/N grinned, "You've had too much fun, actually," laughed her with raised eyebrows, much amused as he was.

"Can't blame me," he shrugged. Though he was just enjoying the fact that he was sure that his friend was watching them the whole time, nothing was more fun than that. "Give Jason hell." Roy smirked and winked as he started to go. She just laughed, shaking her head. Of course, he just had to remind her of the man. And just like that, the calmness in her that managed to show for a short time while she let herself forget that he was there, was gone. There was no question that it felt as if she dived deep in the water rather than swam back up to the surface.

Y/N sighed, starting to feel tired. Her eyes roamed, occupying herself until she caught a familiar figure at the end of the room besides the wide windows. On the brown with gold lines is a Roman pillar; was Jason's flowers.

She pursed her lips, smiling as she started to walk to it, taking a drink as a waiter passed by. Observing it once she was in front of it. The red and white roses, with bright yellow marigolds and dark red dahlias, it was still the same as before, though the end of the petals were drying.

Her mind flying back to the past days....fingers ghosted her lips, with closed eyes, she sees him.

And he sees her as well, his eyes on her flowers. Him being at the other end of the window. The pink peonies stood out from the white ones and the dark red dahlias. Another glass of whiskey in his hand, his fourth one to be exact, though the bitterness became nothing to him anymore, maybe the sweetness of it was weighing more this time, maybe it was because of the scent of the flowers that it makes him think of her.

Maybe that.

Y/N opened her eyes, finishing her drink. Sighing as she shakes her head, a little bit hopeless now, well that is until she found the eyes of the man that's been making her so, staring right through her.

Well, look at that.

Time has stopped as they walk to each other while their gazes continued, their lips slowly curving, with every step they take, their hearts went heavier.

She gripped her glass more as she takes in his appearance, red patterned vest, her lips twitched as she thought they could match with their attires. And all black then....all that she could think of is...beautiful.

Now in front of each other, "Hi." Breathless, as they said it the same time, smiles wide.

How pretty.

She had never seen him smile like that before, without any tease behind it but just so freely while looking at her.

Flustered again she was in his eyes, he had seen that look on her a few times, it still feels as new as even it was familiar, he could get used to it, though never.

"I thought you were gonna leave me hanging." Said her, they put their glasses away as a waiter passed by them.

How could I?

"You were waiting,"

How could I have not?

"I have. I am."

That they both knew.

The music that started playing was different from the rest, nevertheless, guests was still filling in the floor already. It must have been the alcohol, or he just chose to pin it as that for what he was about to do. He held out his hand to her, she looks at him with a questioning look but a little grin was forming, "Tango?" she asked, unsure.

"First time for everything," he urged, shrugging. He really could hit himself right now but the brightness in her eyes made him think otherwise.

Y/N let out a breath, nodding once before she held his hand. Biting the inside of her cheek as they head to the dance floor. "You scared?" Jason asked, he feels all of it from her, he couldn't blame her. "I am," replied her, seriously. "I am too." He admits, sliding his hand further to hers and tightened his grip once they took their place.

His other hand went from her waist, making her take a breath, to her upper back. "You're shaking," Says him, feeling her arms and fingers tremble. Y/N didn't say anything but chuckled breathlessly, the moment could possibly have her fainting so, how tight her dress was literally and how it kept feeling so as they were close, didn't help either.

"I'm here." Voice firm, assuring her. As much as he was scared as well, he didn't want her to be.

She nods, "You are." Still surreal it was to her as they took their first steps....for the both of them, really.

"You lead me, I lead you." Jason said, though he was waiting for an answer even when they were now dancing, she only nodded.

Both of their right feet met each other when it shouldn't have, faltering, they laughed, "This is new to me," he mused. Though they made a mistake, their focus never left on themselves. "It's new to me too," she replied. A little bit of her fright leaving, untensing, "Let's figure it out together then."

Jason huffed, smirking, "Together." Glad that he was feeling her turn calm. And so together they did figure it out, with a few stumbles and blunders, shy laughs and smiles. It was just them. They almost could feel their jaws hurting from all their grin and laughing.

After they seemed to overcame their little hardships, they got the hang of it. The music still lively as ever, time still unmoving. They were in their own rhythm. "Never thought I'd be doing something like this," Jason voiced. He never did.

"Like what?"

He was here after all, and the moment was far too great, surreal, to let it pass by without any resolve. "Dance with a beautiful woman like those I read in the novels." Says him truthfully. Things were starting to become clear to him, after drinking enough of alcohol to make him swirl, he had never felt this sober.

Y/N was surprised to say the least, she didn't expect that from him, but it was something....something for her to bite into, almost an invitation. "Why, Mister Todd, you flatter me so." And really, she could say the same. She had never felt this so....desirable.

Jason's lips curved, it seemed that their usual dance had began. "I only say the truth, miss." Divine was her through his eyes; if he was struck the first moment he saw her tonight while still far away, he was nothing more than it, now that he stood so close to her. His hands that tried its best not to tremble all the while it traveled to her body, he didn't know whether to be grateful by the type of music that they danced to, as it gave access to how they were gonna be with each other. His one hand that slid from her stomach to her waist and now to her thigh—hoisting it up to his thigh, how she felt even more softer than she looked. He could feel his throat dry. Maybe he was actually grateful.

"Well, dare I say you are ravishing tonight."

"Only tonight?" He challenged, tilting his head to her.

She scoffed, laughing, yet she didn't back down from his challenge. "Must you know, good sir, I have always seen you...lovely." Finally saying one of her truths to him. Though it's as if another had gone away from the weight she'd been carrying, it only made her heart more heavier as she now realized...confessed to him.

Now that was a word he never thought of ,yet again to collorate to him, let alone to come from someone he had been enamored with. "Then I shall say you have been leaving me wordless." That would be the word....almost everytime she'd appear in front of him, in his mind, he could have nothing to say.

"Have I now?" Challenged her this time.

"Yes."

"Tell me so."

"I'm someone who always have to say something, can't keep his mouth shut...but when it comes to you....nothing, nothing..." He stated, ending the two words softly, catching her surprised look but now turning gentle—even though that reaction from her was new to him, it still felt familiar, the only difference to it was....maybe because of why she did so; a truth from him. And honestly....he loved, liked it, so he figured maybe he could put his time of readings to good use. "....With nothing but only your words, your delicate gaze, your fiery wit, your mere touches, you have left me aching." Unveiled him, voice almost hoarse that could only be the cause of alcohol, ragged breaths and his heart thumping so loud.

And there it was, the thinning restraints they have of themselves, just snapping—gone. It looked like that they've decided to leave their regrets tonight.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out, only a smile, caught off guard again. But once they faced each other again, "I think your readings have paid off well, do you think not?"

To say that it was worth it, was an understatement "Dare I agree....and what of you?"

"Mr. Todd, what you ask of me, I hope you have the heart to hear it."

For what he was asking was something to not turn away from so easily. A path that continues so unsure.

"Who could be able to stop what our heart longs for?"

Not missing a beat, "You have it."

His gaze so serious made her breath hitched for how many times, she didn't know anymore, "You have been plaguing me since I saw how soft your smile can be when you smiled at me across the dining table. Your voice haunts me like ghosts. You have been leaving me nothing but weak." Vowed Y/N, her voice clear but it was shaky. Their movements were slowing down, though the music was still playing—Jason slid his arm to her waist, pulling her even closer, the other still clasped to hers and now they stood still amidst the others that were still dancing.

Wordless he was again, he just looked at her, they just gazed at each other. She waited for anything but she heard nothing, all she saw was the same longing she had but she was still waiting, so she spoke, "I'm afraid this is all what we have right now as our dance ends tonight." Said her, softly pulling away from his grasp.

Without a thought, Jason held her back before she can fully got away from his hold, he almost smirked when he heard a little gasp from her as her body snapped to his. He clasped their hands together again, quite amusing to him how her fingers were freezing but all of her was heated, that he feels as he snaked his arm around her waist. Both their chest was heaving up and down, their breaths and scents from each other mixing together; the strong scent of whiskey and musk from him, the bright citrus tang of champagne and flowery fragrance from her. It was more than enough for them to be light headed by all of it.

Lost they were in each other's eyes, searching for something....anything, but it was all there, they've always been and they were always seen. So he took a leap, he closed his eyes while leaning to her, she did the same and their foreheads met. From all of its pounding against each other, their hearts could almost beat as one.

No vexation left in him anymore....only fear of what's to come.

Indeed it was a first time for everything.

The final note had played and a few claps was made. They fluttered their eyes open, their breathing now calmed down. Their expressions ever so serious yet gentle, it makes their lips curve slowly.

With trembling hands still, she held both of his hands and brought it to her lips, kissing it so gently but firmly that it left a mark—Jason was left drier than he already was. Uttering a short and deep breath, she turned her eyes up to him, "...I'll be waiting."

As she finally was free from his vicinity, it took all her strength for her legs to not give up and just collapse down.

Oh god, what now?

Whatever that she hoped was exceeded far greater, and of course, unprepared from it. Overwhelming. Walking through amidst the crowd, she was getting dizzy, her breath getting ragged again—she needed to get away. With the try to maintain her composure, a hand on her forehead and on her stomach as she made her way out from the room.

Now I've really fucking done it.

Such scene that unraveled in front of them. Their eyes couldn't be more in awe, smiles couldn't be more fonder.

What bliss.

"Well," Alfred began, a little bit breathless, watching the two made him so, the few of them to be exact. "That was certainly enticing." Said him, though he didn't expect something like it, he never expected less as well—he had that unwavering hope in him after all. "Very clever of you to suggest that tango music, Master Richard." He continued, acknowledging what the said man did; snapping his fingers as the idea came to his mind and immediately walked to the musician to ask of the music once he saw them finally together, that is.

And Dick felt so proud of that one. "I know," he laughed. Happy that all their little mischief were paying off.

"Did you know that he could dance that?" Bruce asked with a strained expression.

Of course he had to be that. Alfred shakes his head, lightly chuckling, "We're all a little surprised as well, Master Bruce." Alfred tells and they agreed.

It was surely something to watch Jason struggle to move, to see him lost composure, shy, faltering but more than that, smiling and laughing so freely. And even more, actually getting the hang of the music and how nicely he danced with her.

The second Y/N was out of the room, Jason moved as well, though it looked like he knew nowhere to go. Alfred smiled, and walked to him. "Must you know, she hasn't eaten yet and I'm sure after all of that, she's hungry," he said.

Jason stopped, his eyes on the ground, taking a second. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be where he is now, and surely, he'd be lost again right now. He puffed out a breath, smiling a little, "....Thanks, Al," and he patted Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred sighed with a smile that never left his face as he watched the boy walked away

"'I'll be waiting.' What does that even mean?" Y/N speaks to herself, she rolled her eyes and sighed, feeling more restless. They both know exactly what it meant, they do. She supposed that it was because of the high she was feeling earlier that just got her questioning herself so.

She laid her hands on her waist, breathing out as she was now at the door of the library. The room was dark but lighted upon by the fireplace, candles, and small lights—the curtains of the window wide opened. It makes her recall of that night where they were together. She scoffed, leaning her head on the side of the doorway, how the memory was so clear that she can still see it in front of her very eyes.

Y/N walks in and headed to the book shelves, hoping to find what she was looking for, and with no hassle to it, she found it. She smiled, looking at the book she held, and then off she go again.

There she was in the garden, sitting on the bench made of stone, eyes to the sky. The cold air and quiet, darkness of the night was a great contrast back to where the party was, it eases her nerves, though the never ending of anticipation she feels was still there.

......Where do I even begin?

She closes her eyes, reeling in the cold wind, thinking of everything.

They've done it, spoke of their truths. It seemed easier more than they thought....only because that they were together in it. She opened her eyes back to the sky full of stars, breathing out, ".....You'd be so happy to know of this," she spoke to her mother. Any other time she would've been raving to her mother about her situation; she would have gushed like a child of how magical their dance was. Like a friend to another, she would have squealed of how he looked at her, how he touched her, how weak it made her so, how it made her so happy again. But that was it. "You'd be so happy."

Bruce's efforts didn't go to waste after all, she smirked, shaking her head.

Though her little breather was interrupted.

"Yo-" A loud shriek came out from her when she heard someone behind her, recognizing the voice, it was Jason. With unsteady feet, she stood up and faced him, "What is wrong with you?" She hissed, glaring at him, even more so at the way he was chuckling, then her eyes flickered to his hands where he was holding a few things.

Jason honestly didn't want to scare her, knowing how she was but he figured that there was no way she couldn't be surprised or frightened with any way he could announce himself, so he thought to let it happen this time—relishing it, by the way. He pursed his lips, biting down hard to not smile but a rumble was making out of his chest, seeing her truly irritated this time. "Sorry," said him, he really meant it but still he didn't stop his grin then. "I brought cake and wine." He followed, showing the things he held.

Y/N squinted her eyes at him, if her heart wasn't already racing from her fright, it could have did so solely because of what he was offering—though it contributed more to making her falter again. "You're not forgiven." She says, sitting back down again and he sat down beside her, placing the plate of cake with two forks, two wine glasses and the bottle of wine beside them.

Before he could say something, her stomach rumbled and he threw his head back, laughing. Y/N slapped his shoulder, grumbling a few words, hitting her that she hadn't even eaten anything yet. "This is your fault, you've made me too antsy to even eat," she blurted out. She bit her tongue, realizing that she should have kept that to herself.

Jason smirked as he took the wine and opened it easily, "Then I guess, it's only right of you to eat this with me," he filled their glasses and held out a fork to her after. She looked at him skeptically before sighing and took the fork, giving up.

There they were again, eating together under the bright of the night. Hearts couldn't be fuller.

When Y/N went away earlier, Jason only had one thing in his mind then; he was not gonna let her go again, not when he had hold her, not when they were finally so close to a beginning.

So there he was....choosing to let her....to let himself. Finally...finally, the weight that was weighing him down restless had began to fade.

Jason looked at Y/N, her looking up at the sky with the fork in her mouth, it made him smile—then his eyes found the book in her lap. He raised his eyebrows, "Nice book you got there," he chuckled, she rolled her eyes, expecting that she was gonna get called out by it. It was Pride and Prejudice, the book that he was reading that night in the library, rereading, that is.

Y/N had the intention of reading it and yet again, her plan was changed. And she couldn't complain again.....a part of her was expecting that their time they had tonight wasn't just the dance anyway. Having an idea, she put her fork down and drank from her glass. Then she held the book and looked at him, "Close your eyes." Asked her, he looks at her questioningly but he laid down his glass and followed what she said, a small smile still ghosting his lips. Y/N couldn't stop the smile that was quivering to show as he did so, flustered that he followed so easily.

She opened the book, finding the page of the passage she wanted to read. There she found it, almost starting to read it, she was suddenly interrupted by the touch on her hand—her breath hitched as she eyes his hand locking into hers. She looks at him with wide eyes but his was still closed, smiling still, then she looks at their hands again and they were now clasped—she didn't even realize her fingers was moving then.

With the breathing she tried to steady, she tried to focus on her reading. "......As for Elizabeth, her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than the last; and the evening...." she began. The banging in her chest was feral, she traced his hand as to soothe her raging self.

Though that made the other rage more. He wanted to hold her hand again, so he did, and damn it all....there were no questions in him when he did.

Jason didn't know how it to be possible, at the time he heard her voice, taking it in, all the while he feels everything around him; the cold wind, the distant sound of the music, his thumping heart, the warmth of her hand, her tracing his hand. He felt it all. Such bliss in their moment, how new it was to him and how he longed for it more, how he know he wouldn't be able to get enough of it now that he's felt it, how there was so much fear in it and yet, he was so sure to agree with it all. Maybe he didn't know where to start next but despite there was fear, he was never the one to back down from going to the uncharted waters.

"And how far it would be for the happiness of both that she should employ the power, which her fancy told her she still possessed, of bringing on the renewal of his addresses...." Y/N finished, she sighed as she closed the book.

Jason opened his eyes and turned to her, she was looking down, though he sees her smile. Maybe he wasn't cruel as he thought he was as he could revel at the sight. Then to both their demise, he let go of her hand as he took off his coat and placed it around her—the wind turning colder.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she looks at him, this made him raise his one brow at him. She laughs, shaking her head, "Nothing....you're just pretty," saying it with no remorse or tease, thinking of how great his clothes looked on him; his black polo that showed his sculpted build and the vest that did even more wonder.

Jason huffed, dismissing her remark, though he couldn't deny that he liked it. Then he breathes, "You're even more."

He really could never be used to that expression.

"You're still not forgiven." Said her, scoffing.

His lips curved, thinking and then he remembered of something. "You say that you are at my command....so then I shall say that I am nothing but at your mercy."

Y/N laughed in disbelief but she was so much in awe, their never ending trifling always laced with sincerity. "My....I think those classics may have done us too well, wouldn't you agree?"

"Might as well take advantage of it," he shrugged and she laughed loudly, it made him grin.

He gazed at her laughing freely, feeling the courage that was already in him before continue to rise, a new found vigor as he held up his hand to her face softly when she calmed down. He laid his hand on her cheek, making her look at him, her lips parting slighlty, how red they were was too tempting. She admired his eyes, how lovely the blue was gleaming against the faint light. They both leaned in with closed eyes, foreheads against each other again, then he kissed hers.

"Am I forgiven?" Asked him, their faces still close to each other.

She glared at him, "How sneaky....you're forgiven."

It was him this time that laughed loudly.

He got his answer after all.....her.

Whatever awaited them next could wait as for now they let their selves bask in the bliss of their night. As for now they downed their wine.

A flavor that they sure always to look for.

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Chapter Thirteen

He'd withstand any wound, so long as he could still feel the lingering happiness in him.

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Bleeding to death or any other way he could die, would be far off better than what he was going through. He was wishing that.

Damn it all. Why was the heart made for only it to withstand such pain and why did he have to feel it?

That gnawing in him, it had him wishing, for a moment....for a moment that when he came back to life, that a part of death he'd been through had deny him the burdens of his heart....or he could just carve it out from him. He had seen it before...at least in movies.

Maybe......

He considered it.

.....But in those seconds, he saw the smile that always made him see tenderness, that reminded him of everything he thought he could never have but he had, even for just a grasp.

He had realized that no pain could ever amount to the fleeting bliss he felt with her. Nevermind it after all, so long as he could hold onto those...to her even far away, he'd bear the pain. He'd withstand any wound, so long as he could still feel the lingering happiness in him.

He will keep his heart...for her, until the time comes for him to give it to her.

Though for now and he doesn't know the end of it—he'd suffer....stubbornly.

Not a day after that night, Y/N had gone back to London already. There were no need to delaying what was needed to be done...so as he believes. And at least Dick texted his brother when she left, though Dick wasn't back yet in Gotham, he just had to check in on him.

Jason couldn't bring himself to say goodbye to her....how stupid would that be...not even to stray far behind them to watch her go. Even so, the pain of knowing of her leaving didn't lessen just because he didn't witnessed it.

I would have done nothing there.

.....Or wouldn't let her go.

He knew the better reason.

Alas, Gotham never rests for so long. Their operation of him and Roy to take out the new crime group that was connected to Black Mask, continued. The drugs from them was seized by the GCPD and many of the men was arrested as well. But of course, it doesn't stop there....it never does.

They knew that they only took out the half of them, what was left of the group was still lurking and working far behind the shadows. So there they were, waiting to pounce in the right time. Jason was ever so clouded while still as sharp.

Eyeing the view up ahead, the many buildings he was about to run to so as he and Roy could get to their target. He feels tired already.

Knowing there was enough time, he took a step back from the edge and breathed out deeply. Then he crouched down and leaned back on the edge as well as his head. The sky filled with stars, it was difficult not to think of the times they had, how short but great....how real it was.

I'm going in fucking circles.

The more he finds himself thinking about her, the more time went slower, the more deeper he finds himself in.

Carving out my heart sounds good again.

Jason took off his glove of his right hand, raising it to the sky and flexed his fingers among the stars. The noise of the city muting itself in his ears, all he hears is the whistle of the wind. Breath hitching as he stared at it while he slowly lowered it to him, he closed his eyes, trying to find her touch.....that tracing of her thumbs, the warmth of her lips against his skin. As he pressed his lips on his hand, he found it. What coldness he felt went away.

A string of sanity and it's getting thinner before it even took its place.

How stupid.

Jason scoffed, laughing as he balled his fist, how foolish he thinks when he catches himself....but he doesn't defy it anymore.

He stood up, ready to go again. Sharp as ever but now....only as he thought he was....

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Home Again.

That she was as she stepped foot in her home....and she had never felt so.....lost.

The sun was close to setting but still, its brightness surrounded the place. The comfort it offers, what solace a home should always give was there. Memories left open but kept safe. It just went by her.

It is only then she knew there was more to grief than one could bear.

Let this be a right thing.

Y/N crossed her fingers on the flowers she held, her letter on the other while she walks to Jason's room. Footsteps faltering every now and then, the nearer she went, the farther she felt away from him. And there she was, a glimpse of him in her mind passed by while she opened the door. Some hope.....

And I'm seeing things now.

Wasting no time, she just went to the table beside his bed and laid the flowers and letter there before going out of his room then. What good it would do, she doesn't know but maybe a little offering she could give to herself to be at ease, even just a little bit that not everything was left unsaid. An assurance.....her promise.

She still holds on to it.

Y/N was rather glad that it was only them three; Alfred, Bruce and Damian. If the others were with them, it would have made it all disheartening for her. Though, what disheartens her more is that he really wasn't there, even though she knew it already, it still hurt.

How could I even avoid that?

Y/N chuckled lightly as her eyes kept coming back to Damian once they got out of the car, saddened as the said boy was quiet and frowning the whole ride.

"My darling, don't frown so much," Y/N says, kneeling down to properly meet the child's eyes that refused to look at hers. She sighs, smiling, "Damian." Called out her while putting a hand on his cheek for him to look at her. "It's okay, we're going to be alright." She assured, nodding to wait for a response and he just nodded faintly. Her arms closed on him and he did the same, tighter than she did, it made her smile. Ever happy that he became fond of her as she was to him. "Take care, okay?" she asked once they pulled away. "I will." Damian answered, managing a small smile when Y/N dropped a peck on his forehead.

She then faced Bruce with her pursed lips and eyes that gleamed, shame and hesitation being outweighed by gratitude for what she was about to do as she threw herself into him. Surprising him, a laugh rumbles out from him before hugging her back. "Thank you....for everything." Y/N mumbled. A gentle smile on his face, even in the moment of parting, he was reminded that there had been undeniable joy in her time with them. A father could only be so much thankful that his son was given a chance to have what one could long for. "....Thank you..." Bruce said and she could only nod, looking down when they let go of each other. Suddenly, she finds it hard to not stare at the ground, the sencirity she always knew that she gives was being given back to her, again—cup easily over filled.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Alfred only smiled, seeing how she was, letting her be in what she feels. Pain could only go away when we let it hurt after all. Her tears fell anyway when Alfred said his words to her in their embrace. "You said it yourself, my child, we're going to be alright."

Y/N blinked away the tears that were starting to form, her thoughts interrupted by the tea kettle making its noise. At last, that void in her came alive again, it was only inevitable that it would. Nature.

This would be all so easy if you're here.

The tea was left untouched and cold as she drown in her tears. How heavy she slept because of how tired she was from everything she bore, made the phone calls at midnight, unheard.

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Okay, maybe wanting to take out his heart backfired as Jason finds himself actually, probably will bleed to death. Shit, he takes that wish back or for even thinking it.

Why did I even think that....

It was really clear to him, he realizes this now that he wasn't focused as he thought he was, because maybe then he wouldn't have been staggering, letting out blood as if it wasn't his lifeline. He could pin it off as normal, sure, but did it piss him off so much to admit being caught off guard by his enemies.

Learning from his lesson, sure again, now that Damian was with them. And it was all going smoothly according to their plan, until, of course.....it didn't.

"Fucking-" his wounds on his arms was still fresh, now another one was added on his right upper arm, meeting the one on his other left. He was on his last gun.

Somehow always fucking up.

The lights was out when it happened. Jason knew already what was happening and they didn't know it beforehand. At least it wasn't supposed to happen where they were as they believed. The group had backup and they were damn many. "Jason, I'm blind out here, they took out the cameras. B is already on his way. Stay sharp." Barbara's voice was full of worry again. He felt it.

"I'll kill you both myself if you both get shot at." Jason warned as the sounds of bullet just doubled around the wide place. Though he was relieved that help was not far behind, he couldn't risk anything.

I can't rely on to wait for Bruce.

Struggling to keep his breath steady as fear boiled so much inside him, the one that never left when it came back, worried for his people as it was beginning to be difficult to dodge the fucking countless bullets coming at him. Gone was the last bullet of his gun and he knew it was well worth. Still, he took out the remaining ones but not before catching another bullet, at least it was only on the side of his stomach—too early. Another one on the middle of his stomach and he was so glad that his suit was built to prevent any hit from being fatal, but he knew their guns being used on them wasn't ordinary, after all those bullets had went through him before and now again.

Jason didn't stop though. He never does give up easily, no one in his family does, so he continued, even when he got hit again. He couldn't care less anymore to know where, all that mattered was that he finish them all and make sure Roy and Damian was unharmed. He can't bear it again if anyone gets hurt. He couldn't.

Even when he could barely move his arms, wounds reopening as he continued to punch and his own fists returned to every part of his body as well. He still stood even when his blood spilled out, though he was faltering.

He needed to end this or how else he was going to see her again?

I need her.

Afterall, she was waiting for him.

"I still am and will."

How only ironic and right it was that he saw light on the verge of his death. Clarity.

But even with his new found will to fight them, one could only take so much hit as he got shot again, the pain was too electrifying that it numb him. Finally, he fell.

There Jason laid, distraught with eyes wide and heart that was running out. He was a child once again, clinging on so desperately for something. As he was beginning to lose the fight of keeping himself awake, he remembers hope. He was hoping again.

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