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melyaliz · 4 years

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Micky Mouse ice cream in the dead of night.

Fandom: DC / Young Justice

Summary: Roy was the night, and you were ice cream

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader

Notes: I originally wrote this for a friend who isn’t on Tumblr anymore. So I edited it for a reader. I may go back and clean it up a bit more.

One of the (few) best things to come out of the Young Justice show is little Emo Roy growing up to be single sitcom dad.

Honestly the most wonderful character arc.

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He was the night; dark and mysterious. Shifting from shadow to shadow like a nightmare just beyond your vision but there. In the back of your brain. That chill that runs up your spine. That ghost of fear that is hiding in your closet.

He was the wind. Swift and undetectable. A breeze to a hurricane.

He was

Ice cream.

“Whoops.”

Roy turned wiping away the sweet mint chocolate off his face, turning to glare at the dark-haired girl who was standing a few feet away from him. Her ice-blue eyes shining with laughter as she held up her plastic spoon like a catapult.

"You did that on purpose!!"

"Keep up Harper" she giggled admitting to nothing as she stuck out her tongue at him. Pulling out her bow and arrow she leapt from the building racing across the city.

“You’re such a childs”

“No, I just like to have fun.”

Roy rolled his eyes as they raced over the city flipping over buildings and vaulting over balconies. Oliver had left him in charge and Roy Harper was going to prove to that big doof that he was ready for league duty. He just needed to focus.

Now if she would stop rattling off House Wives facts.

“I’m just saying she had it coming after the birthday party.”

“Do I look like I care?” Roy asked, coming up next to her. She giggled looking up at the redhead.

“Yes.”

“Look Oliver is counting on us to take care of the city while he’s gone.”

“We take care of the city all the time,” the female archer said, running her fingers through her hair, “You just need to relax. Where’s my fun time Roy?” giggling she pushed him lightly only to have him catch her wrist.

“I’m serious….”

“So am I.”

Her voice was softer this time as she looked up at him. Meeting his gaze with her own. He was about to respond when gunshots rang out.

Both teens turned to the sound of the shots. A convenience store right below them.

“Please, it was a hard month…”

“Just shut up and get the money from the safe.”

Roy nodded toward the back of the store motioning to have this partner go around the opposite way to surround four gunmen.

“Four there is only a few hundred in here.” the bagman said looking over the contents before looking up at the one holding the gun.

“There was supposed to be more… Bring us to your safe.”

“There is nothing there, I just went to the bank.”

“Four?” one of the other guys said clearly annoyed with this bust of a robbery. But the one called Four shoved the man.

“He’s lying, take us to your safe!”

The man nodded slowly starting to walk around the counter when he saw the young female hero from behind a magazine rack. Her bow ready, she nodded to him to duck.

From his position across the store from her Roy leapt forward shooting two arrows. One of them freezing Four’s trigger figure. The store owner fell onto the floor behind the counter as Roy’s backup shot two more arrows at the other two guys with guns.

Bag guy let out a scream of fear dashing toward the door only to have Roy shoot a bolas arrow which wrapped itself around the bag guy’s feet causing him to fall hard on the floor.

Four growled swinging his now frozen gun at Roy who ducked as his partner flipped over the magazine rack shooting a net around Four.

Sirens blared in the distance.

Picking up the bag of money the young woman walked it over to the store owner. “Here”

“I… how can I thank you?” he asked, taking the bag.

“No need” Roy said, waving his hand while puffing out his chest a little doing his best Oliver impression.

“Well… If you're offering…” the young woman’s voice trailed off as she glanced at the large icebox that held the ice cream bars.

"This is the best," She giggled swinging her legs as they dangled off the 13 story building while she munched on her Mickey Mouse shaped ice cream bar. Glancing at Roy she smiled as he took a bite out of his bar not saying anything. Scooting closer she nudged him with her shoulder.

“Ok fine, ice cream Mickey’s are the best” he mumbled glancing over at she who just smiled back at him.

“Yeah, they make everything better, even getting left behind.”

“I wasn’t left behind,” Roy argued, “You’re here.”

“And I’m way better than Oliver.”

Roy chuckled taking a lick of the dripping ice cream as he watched her lean against the railing looking out at the city. The sun was just starting peak it’s way over the tall buildings. Bright orange and golds streaming across the city lighting up the the wide eyes of the girl next to him.

“I guess.”

- Years later -

Will sighed as he looked over his paperwork.

Mondays.

Looking over the figures he ran his fingers through his hair when a Mickey-shaped ice cream bar took over his vision.

Looking up, his green eyes met her’s.

“I heard about last night from Artemis. And I know a wise woman who once said mickey bars always make everything better.” Chuckling Will took the ice cream seeing that his visitor had already had eaten half of hers. “I’m sorry” she added.

“I’m not” Will responded before taking a bite of the sweet treat, letting the hard chocolate shell melt in his mouth, his tongue licking up some of the sweet creams. His green eyes meeting hers again. “Want to go get something a little more substantial than this? I have been craving that Ramen from across the street.”

“I’m totally down but…”

“Daddy!” Lian squealed coming rushing into the office, ice cream all over her face.

“So maybe Mcdonals?” Will asked scooping up his daughter before wiping her face, “They have the best play place.”

“Nuggets” Lian agreed nodding as her father kissed her cheek.

“Nuggets sound AMAZING,” the woman said looking up at Will. “Don’t you think Harper?”

“Almost as amazing as Mickey ice cream” he laughed grabbing his jacket his eyes never leaving hers. As if he looked away she would disappear. As if he could pretend that every other woman he had tired to replace her with was equal in any way.

Because she was ice cream. Sweet and cool and always there when you needed it most. It always made you feel better no matter what.

It was amazing.

Just like her.

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youngjusticeslut · 5 years

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Mirror Image (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Young Justice Links: FF.net // AO3 Characters: Lian Harper, Roy Will Harper, Jade Nguyen Ships: RedCat Summary: After seven years, Jade returns home to meet her daughter. It’s not as simple as she thought it would be. Rating: T Word Count: 4836 Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters.

So, fun fact. I said this would be a two-shot and I lied because the second chapter got too long. Whoops! Now this is a three shot. There’s a lot of Harper Family Feels in this chapter, so I hope y’all like it <3

Unexpected visitors in the middle of the night were not an uncommon occurrence at the Harper household.

Though Will was no longer an active vigilante, there was an unspoken rule that anyone would be welcome at his house, at any hour, should they need it. Will didn't mind the intrusion, it kept him in the loop with a lot of the hero-drama. He also remembered what it felt like to be against the world, on his own. If the least he could do was offer someone a place to sleep and a cup of instant noodles, then that was enough in his book. Besides, how else was he to grow his ever lengthening list of babysitters for Lian?

The knock on his front door had come at two in the morning. Normally, Will would have been fast asleep, either comfy in his bed or with a TV show playing in the living room. Not tonight, though. He hadn't been able to even think of sleep after Lian's outburst; how could he? His daughter was having a crisis behind the closed doors of her room, and he could do nothing to help it.

Some parents would have gotten mad at him for leaving her to cry. The moms on the PTA, for instance. They would have immediately berated Will, insisting that the correct thing to do was to go back in and comfort her. They'd cluck at him and shake their heads, insisting this was typical 'single-dad' behavior, forever clueless. That's what he got for having a kid so young.

But Will knew better.

Lian didn't get upset often, but when she did, he could solve most her issues with a tight hug, some reassuring words and a karate movie marathon. This wasn't one of those times. He could count the number of times Lian had gotten to this point of distress on one hand, and a simple hug wouldn't solve it.

The first time she'd been this upset was when he'd gone missing for two weeks. Every now and then, he would take up a simple mission, if only to keep from getting too rusty. Sometimes the call of the chase was too much to bear and he missed the adrenaline rush of his youth. The mission should have been simple, in and out. Instead it had gone awry, and he and Roy were left on the run for a agonizing number of days. Lian was so angry, she wouldn't speak to him when he returned home. By the time he finally coaxed her into saying something, she screamed that she hated him for the first time. Two hours later, after she'd stewed in her bedroom, she came out and wouldn't leave his side all night.

In the rare instances in which she got like this, leaving her alone to self-soothe seemed to work out the best. It wasn't easy, though. Will kept glancing at her bedroom door, wishing that he could go in and comfort her. When the crying ceased, he figured she was asleep and allowed himself to relax. Then he cleaned. And organized. And baked. Jade had made fun of him for his endless need to be productive, but Will was certain it was part of his clone programming. He'd tried to quell it over the years, but the urge still lingered.

Will had just pulled a tray of triple fudge brownies, Lian's favorite, from the oven when he heard the knock on the door. Setting the tray down, he removed the oven mitts and wiped his hands on his sweats, heading for the door. Whenever he had visitors, he would play a little guessing game to try and figure out who it would be on the other side of the door. Most times, it was Kaldur. Sometimes, it was Artemis needing a break from Wally and the toddlers; though they didn't live together anymore, Will couldn't deny that he missed her presence around the house. Depending on the time of night, he had a pretty good shot at guessing if it were the younger members of the team. If it was before midnight or after five, odds were it was them, as they usually wanted to see Lian before they left. Any time in between, it was likely one of his friends.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before looking at the clock. If Will had to place his best bet, it was either Kaldur or Dick, needing a cup of tea and someone to talk to.

However, it was neither.

Jade cocked her head to the side, hand clutched tight around the strap of her duffel. "Did I wake you, Red?"

"Jesus Christ," Will muttered, rubbing his eyes and wondering if she would disappear.

She laughed, leaning against the doorway. "Not a nightmare. Am I late?"

He removed his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Funny. I've forgotten how funny you are."

"It's a living. Are you going to invite me in?"

"That depends." Will crossed his arms, unsure yet whether to pull her into his arms, or shake her senseless for being so late. "Are you going to sneak in through the window if I don't?"

Jade laughed, coarse but light. "Thought I'd do things the easy way. It's not easy getting a duffel through the window, you know."

He did know, and he preferred the front door. As much as he wanted to let her have a piece of his mind and refuse her entry, this was Jade; his Jade. He knew that she would explain in her own time. Will stepped aside to let her in and returned to the kitchen to turn off the oven.

It was odd having Jade home. Will had a plethora of things he wanted to say to her, things he'd kept saved up for months at a time. Yet every time he spoke to her, or saw her, all his words flew straight out the window. What could he say that he hadn't said before?

Come home.

I can't. You know why I can't.

Lian misses you.

I miss her more.

This is the last time we're doing this. You're either in or out, Jade.

Mm, you're the one going in and out, Loverboy.

Yeah, when it came to Jade, Will wasn't always at the top of his game. His wife's presence tended to zap him of most logical thinking. Given that he only got to experience her a few times a year, if that, he wasn't one to waste it.

"Something smells good."

Will turned the oven off, grabbing the kettle and filling it with water from the sink. "Brownies. They're for Lian."

"Special occasion?"

"Crisis, actually." He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move as he popped the top back on the kettle and set it to boil on the stove. Will leaned against the counter, looking over his wife. Jade looked good. Her hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail, covered by the baseball cap, but it seemed longer than the last time he'd seen her. She looked thinner, too. But… happy. He didn't want to hope that it was because she was home.

Jade took a step forward, gently grabbing his wrist. "Crisis?" She raised a brow, nearly smirking. "Boy troubles?"

Will rolled his eyes, pulling his wrist back. "She's nine, Jade."

"Never too early to start," she purred. "Boys are going to be all over her, you know. All that red hair is sure to attract them."

As much as the thought of boys made Will's blood boil, he couldn't help but somber at the mention of Lian's hair. "Not anytime soon," he said, taking out two mugs from the cabinet above his head. "You still like green tea?"

"Naturally."

"This'll take a minute." He nodded in the direction of his bedroom. "Freshen up if you want to. I don't think I put away the stuff I bought for you yet."

"You'll have to be a little more specific, Dear."

"Toiletries. You said you were coming for two weeks, and from what I remember, you're not much of a packer."

Jade took a step closer, almost pressing herself to him. "Will you join me?"

The thought was tempting. If it had been any other night, Will would have thrown everything off the counter and picked her up, closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. It was pathetic, really, how much he missed having her around.

Will shook his head, stepping away from her and starting to cut up the brownies. "Not tonight, Jade."

He waited until he heard the shower running to finally relax, slumping against the kitchen table and resting his head against the painted wood. Of all times for Jade to show up, she just had to pick now. How convenient that she couldn't have come a day, hell, even a few hours earlier. They could have prevented this entire thing with Lian.

But now his daughter knew the truth. Will wasn't sure Lian would want to see Jade, let alone speak with her.

To say Lian felt awful was an understatement.

She woke up the next morning, laying in bed and replaying the previous day's events on a vicious cycle. Lian was often too brave for her own good, but there were occasional instances in which she were a little apprehensive. Like the time Artemis and her Dad had to coax her out of the bathroom before the school play. Or the time she'd had to give a girl an apology letter for punching her in the nose. Now she wished it were that simple. After what she'd yelled at her Dad last night, she couldn't bear to face him quite yet.

Instead she looked to the trash, where her cheshire plush lay, covered in a small mountain of red hair. Lian swallowed, messing with what remained on her head. Picture day was next week, and all her aunts and uncles would request a print. She would be willing to bet that this year's picture wouldn't be going in anyone's wallet.

From her room, she could smell breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes, her favorite. She couldn't decide if it was an olive branch, or a bribe. Her stomach growled all the same.

They had to talk about last night, Lian knew that much. An apology was probably expected. As was an 'I'm disappointed in you, you know better' speech. Yeah, that was definitely coming. She thrust a pillow over her head, groaning and knowing that she was only making things worse by delaying. The grown up thing to do was to go out and face the music, no matter how unpleasant the consequences.

Before she could will herself up from the bed, a quick knock came. She lifted the pillow off her head to see Will poking his head inside. He gave a soft smile, seeing her awake. "Hey Squeaker. Thought you were still sleeping."

"If only," Lian muttered, making her Dad chuckle.

He entered her room and closed the door behind him. "Can I sit?"

"It's too early for us to talk about this," she groaned, putting the pillow back on. "I beg of you, not now."

Will laughed again, but to Lian's dismay he didn't leave. Instead her floorboards groaned as he came closer. The pillow was unceremoniously lifted from her head and set to the side, and Lian glared right up at the amusement on his face. "You wound me, Li. Really," Will said, climbing onto her bed and laying opposite from her.

Lian sighed and pulled the blankets closer. "Please. Not now."

"Not now," he agreed, resting a hand on her head. "Someone's here to see you."

"I don't want to see anyone, Dad. Not like this."

Will messed a bit with her hair and laughed, but not cruelly. "Yeah, not your best look. We'll need to fix that at some point. Or you could take another crack at it. I have clippers in the bathroom if you really want to go stick it to your mom."

"Ha ha. You're hilarious," Lian muttered, shooting him a glare. "I'm laughing so hard right now."

"I can see that," he mused, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease. But your old man has to get his kicks in when he can. It's not often that I'm not the one on the receiving end."

Lian knew it was true, but she didn't feel like owning up to it at the moment. "Who's here? Is it Uncle Kal?"

He shook his head. "Wrong gender."

"Auntie?"

"Close. Try… her sister."

Her eyes widened. "You're lying. You have to be lying."

Will sighed, pulling Lian into his arms and holding her tight against his chest. She didn't fight him off, her heart beating erratically. It couldn't be. Her mom wasn't supposed to be here.

"Please say you're joking," Lian squeaked, her throat growing tight.

"I'd never joke about this," Will said. "She came while you were sleeping."

"And you let her in?" Lian pulled away from him, sitting up and taking a shaky breath. "She's Cheshire. An assassin for the League of Shadows."

He nodded, following her lead and sitting up. "I know. She's also my wife. And your mother."

Lian scoffed, looking away. "How could you marry her? Didn't you know what you were doing?"

"I did." Will grabbed her chin, turning her face to look at him. "I made a lot of mistakes when I was younger. Marrying Jade wasn't one of them."

"She's a killer, Daddy! How could it not be a mistake?" she snapped.

"It gave me you. If we'd never gotten married, you wouldn't be here, Lian." Will got off the bed, shooting a quick glance at the trash can. "It's complicated, Lian. But I didn't fall in love with Cheshire. I fell for Jade."

"Jade left us."

"Maybe it's time you knew why." He rested his hand on the doorknob. "But not from me. If you want answers, you'll have to ask her."

Lian grimaced. "If you think I'm talking to her-"

Will held up a hand to stop her. "You don't have to. But she's here to see you. And for what it's worth… I really think you'll want to hear what she has to say," he explained. "I meant what I said last night. She loves you, Lian. More than anything. Cheshire or not, she's your mother. Leaving you was never something she wanted to do."

"You sure about that?" Lian asked, putting a pillow over her head again.

He shook his head; just like her mother, Lian had a flair for the overdramatic. "I am. You don't want breakfast?"

"Not if she's out there."

"Suit yourself. I'll put it on the counter if you change your mind."

Jade didn't particularly care for sweets.

It probably had to do with her upbringing, how her family wasn't well off enough to feed them sugar whenever they pleased. Lawrence would never keep it inside the house, and Jade hadn't particularly cared enough to seek it out. The habit stuck with her as she grew, and she generally stayed on a strict diet.

However, she always made an exception for Will's cooking.

"These pancakes are divine," she remarked from the kitchen, swallowing the mouthful with a sip of tea. Will returned to the kitchen, frowning as he looked her over.

"Wearing my clothes, I see."

"Not much of a packer," Jade reminded. Really, she couldn't deny herself the habit. There was something about wearing her husband's clothes that filled up a hole she'd left open for so long. The hole wouldn't close forever, but a temporary patch served its purpose.

Will scoffed. "You brought an entire duffel this time."

"I told you on the phone," Jade said, waving a forkful of pancake at him. "It's not my stuff. They're presents for Lian."

"Right," he sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Just don't steal it this time."

"No promises, Red." Jade looked towards Lian's door before resting her chin in her palm. "I suppose she doesn't want to see me."

"Can you blame her?" Will took a long drink of his coffee, glancing up towards the ceiling. "She just found out that everyone's been lying to her about you. I'd be pissed, too."

Jade hummed, holding her mug in her other hand. No, she didn't blame her. If she were Lian, she would never speak to her again. But she was her mother, which entitled her to a certain amount of selfishness. She hadn't seen her daughter up close in seven years. Not face to face, at least. Will sent pictures when he could, and Jade treasured every one, but it wasn't the same. She was long overdue for a visit, and the thought of seeing Lian again kept her going.

If she would only come out of her room.

"Should I go talk to her?"

"Absolutely not. If she wants to see you, she'll come out. If not, then…"

She raised a brow. "Then what, Will?"

"Then maybe you should go." Her reaction must have shown on her face, for Will left the counter and joined her at the table, taking her hand. "It's not that I don't want you to stay. But if she doesn't want you here, my hands are tied, Chesh."

Jade snatched her hand away. "Don't call me that. Not here."

She'd been looking forward to this visit since she'd suggested it. Enough time had passed that nobody would think of looking for her, of wondering what she was up to. Jade had planned to spend weeks with them, finally getting to spend time with the daughter and husband she wanted but wouldn't allow herself to have.

"Jade."

Her fists clenched, threatening to break the handle of the mug she was still holding. "I want to see my daughter. It's been seven years," she said, unable to stop her voice from wavering.

"You think I don't know how long it's been? You chose to leave, Jade. You chose to stay out of her life."

"I didn't have a choice, Will."

"Didn't you? You didn't even think to try otherwise," he bit out, sharper than intended. "Rationalize it however you want, you left a broken daughter behind. She thinks you don't love her."

Jade swallowed; with just a few words, all the holes she'd attempted to patch over the years were torn back open. "You know that's not true."

"Don't I?" he scoffed. "You haven't spoken to her in four years. Why is that? A fucking phone call, Jade. Are they tracking those now, too?"

She pushed herself away from the table before she could let the tears fall. Of course Jade loved her daughter. The fact that she'd distanced herself from her had nothing to do with that.

Will followed after her, grabbing her arm. "I won't let you run away, not this time."

"Why?" Jade spat, trying to yank her arm away but remaining unsuccessful. "Were you not finished? I'm sorry, go on, Will. Go on and continue telling me things I already know!" She angrily swiped her eyes, refusing to let him see her cry.

She loved Lian, and that's why she stayed away.

If she saw her, or even spoke to her, she'd come running back. Jade couldn't risk her life for a selfish drive of motherhood. So she made do with pictures and letters and anecdotes from Will, eating herself up on the inside.

Will rested his hand on her cheek. "I'm sorry. I was out of line."

"No, Will." Jade looked at Lian's door, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from crying again. "You're so in line, you may as well be sober."

"That was bad," he chuckled, resting his head on top of hers. "Get dressed, we'll go on a walk. Clear our heads a bit."

Jade nodded, running a hand through her hair. "You think she'll come out?"

Will took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "She's more like you than you know."

Lian was always a particularly good eavesdropper; it's how she found out that she was going to Disney World for her sixth birthday. Will had learned to be extra careful over the years, but her skills only improved in compensation.

The argument between her parents was one she wished she'd had the tact to miss out on.

She sat against her door, knees pulled to her chest, playing it over in her mind. For as long as she could remember, her dad always defended her. Always made sure he had something nice to say about the woman who gave her life. It was clear that his anger at her was something Lian hadn't been meant to hear. She couldn't make up her mind on what it meant, and the curiosity was gnawing away at her.

On the one hand, her mother was still Cheshire. Still an assassin, still a part of the Shadows.

On the other, she was her mom. Even now, despite everything, she wanted to see her, to feel her embrace and finally get to know the woman who'd been missing for most of her life.

It seemed there was no easy answer to this dilemma. Lian almost laughed when she thought it, for she heard it in her Uncle Kaldur's voice. He'd probably have some stellar advice at the moment. Artemis, too. What she wouldn't have given to have them both here, so she could ask them what to do.

Lian heard her parents return a while later, both sounding in better spirits than before. More than once she'd tried the doorknob, only to chicken and pull away. What if her mom wasn't what she expected? It was entirely likely that the assassin didn't do hugs. All of Lian's expectations of rushing into her mom's arms, burying her face into her chest would be shattered. Worse, what if she wasn't what Jade expected? All she had to go off of was a few pictures, the real Lian might be a disappointment.

As she fretted, the clock ticked on; breakfast time passed, and then lunch. Her stomach growled, but the nervous churning kept her from truly feeling hungry. Lian remained fretting, choosing to spend her time procrastinating instead of facing the issue. She cleaned her room. For once, she even finished her homework without Will having to remind her.

Somewhere between the fifth math problem and the last, curiosity won out. Lian could hear them talking, no longer arguing. The smells of dinner permeated her bedroom, and her mouth began to water. Worse came to worse, she could always return to her bedroom. If she didn't want to see her, she was sure that Jade wouldn't return. Avoiding her mirror, she changed out of her pajamas and into clothes. She definitely didn't want to think about what she looked like, at the moment.

A deep breath, and she left her bedroom.

"Careful, careful," Lian heard her Dad chide. "You have to keep stirring the meat, otherwise it'll burn."

"Remember when we had that apartment in Gotham? I nearly burnt the kitchen down trying to make chicken."

Lian's heart skipped a beat, realizing that it was Jade who answered. It really was her. She crept closer on socked feet, praying they didn't hear her. Upon reaching the kitchen, she paused, lingering by the doorway. It all seemed so surreal, watching the two of them cook dinner together. She hadn't seen her Dad that happy in… well, ever.

"How could I forget? The oven was never the same."

"It was shitty to begin with, Red. We weren't exactly living in the laps of luxury, then."

"Just keep stirring, Jade. When it's all browned, go ahead and add the canned tomatoes. I'll be right back." Will turned and looked at his daughter, nodding to the living room. Careful not to make a sound, she nodded and led the way She was surprised he'd even known she was there; must be a dad thing.

As soon as they were well enough away, Will crouched down and gave a small smile. "So. That's your mom. Thought I'd give you a second before ratting you out to her."

Lian swallowed, looking back in the direction of the kitchen. "She probably knew. Shadows have… have super hearing," she said lamely.

"Nah." Will reached up, brushing a short lock of hair out of her face. "I mean, she does. But she wasn't expecting you. Do you want to come meet her?"

She shook her head, her throat growing tight again. "She won't like me."

"Lian Nguyen-Harper, you cut that out," Will scolded, both hands firm on her cheeks. "She wants to see you. And I'm willing to bet all my arrows that you want to meet her."

She smiled. "Even the limited edition ones?"

"Especially those. Now, come on." He stood back up, holding his hand out to her. "You can hold my hand if you're nervous."

There were many reasons Lian loved her dad. He wasn't perfect, but he always made sure she knew her feelings were valid, even if they were dumb. She took his hand and squeezed it hard as he led her back to the kitchen. Lian was sure the neighbors next door could hear how loud her heart was beating, and her dad was probably in pain from how white his hand was turning, but he said nothing as they paused just inside the entryway.

"Jade."

The ebony-haired woman turned at her name. Nobody said anything as Jade looked at Lian; the girl was sure she'd stopped breathing. Will let go of her hand and gave her a gentle push forward, but Lian's words were lost to her. She didn't know what to say.

Jade was the one to break the stillness. She turned the stove off first, wiping her hands on her pants before going over to her daughter. She was hesitant in her movements, as if everything were calculated. It seemed forever until she finally crouched before her. Lian held her breath as the woman reached her hand forward, caressing her cheek with a tenderness she never would have expected.

"You look just like your father," she whispered, her voice thick.

Will laughed, resting his hand on Lian's head. "I don't know. Everyone else says she looks like you."

"They're blind," Jade said, never lifting her eyes from Lian's face. Pictures didn't do her daughter justice; Jade couldn't believe that the beautiful girl before her was really her daughter. There was no way she had made something so beautiful.

"Do you two want a minute?" Will asked. "I can finish up dinner."

Lian wanted to say no, almost terrified of being alone with her mother, even though she was aching to. More than anything, she wanted to close the distance and hug her hard, but she refused. If Jade wanted to hug her, she would have already.

"I can fix your hair," Jade offered, smoothing it down.

"You don't have to. I was going to take her to a shop tomorrow."

Lian watched her mother roll her eyes, shooting her dad a look. "A barbershop is no place for a little lady. What do you say, Lian?"

The girl's eyes teared up, hearing her say her name for the first time. She nodded, sniffling and trying to wipe her eyes. Lian wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel. Her insides were still aching with the conflict of the matter, unsure whether she should get far away from her or remain close.

Jade grinned, squeezing her cheek. "I'll meet you in the bathroom. Give me two minutes, okay?" Lian nodded again, looking to her dad for reassurance before heading there alone. When Jade didn't move, Will rested a hand on her shoulder.

"She's terrified," Will noted, turning the stove back on. "Give her time. She's been waiting to meet you for most of her life."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jade asked, her hands shaking. "Why didn't you tell me about her?"

"I tried, Jade. You wouldn't listen." It was true. He'd begged her so many times to come home, that Lian needed her. She had refused him, placing herself on the opposite end of the planet just to stay away. Now she'd seen her; now she knew.

"What do I do, Will? She hasn't said a word to me."

"She thinks you're a master assassin," he smirked. "Don't worry, she'll be yelling at you in a hot minute. Just let her get over the initial shock."

Jade sighed, resisting the urge to twist her fingers in an attempt to calm her nerves. "I suppose you're right."

"'Course I am. I'm her dad," he teased, nodding to the bathroom. "Go on, then. Get to know your daughter."

"What if she hates me?"

Will could have laughed. "She asked me the same thing a few minutes ago. Relax, Jade. Just… be you."

Not the assassin, not Cheshire.

Just Jade.

She could do that.

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Can i ask for a fic about the tabloids or paparazzi reacting or finding out that the infamous jason todd is engaged to rachel roth aka raven? 😄

Hello,

Sorry this took so long to get to but I hope you enjoy! And to every other anon and follower who’s left requests in my inbox, slow as I can be, I am working to get to them. Promise. =)

AmericanRoyalty…

Here’s the real story about Jason and Raven:

He’d been fourteen, he’d been in the clutches of Joker fornine fucking months, and tortured. His family hadn’t had a lead to follow, andthey couldn’t find him (it had taken him years to accept that they hadn’tabandoned him, they couldn’t find him, and there was a difference. And it hadtaken a bit longer for him to truly feel loved by them because before; asidefrom B and Al, they’d taken great pains to make him feel unwanted). Anyways, he’dbeen fifteen when Raven found him.

The demon daughter of John Constantine had been running fromone of her brothers and unwittingly tripped over him in her attempt to escape Hell.Apparently to escape Hell she had used her empathy, latching onto powerfulemotions; his, and dragged herself from Hell to his plane of existence again,and saw Joker torturing him. The fourteen year old hadn’t even hesitated as shetore the Joker’s heart out, and stood there bloody, covered in grime, and soot,and from the depths of Hell stood on trembling legs before him. She’dcollapsed, but her arrival in this plane had lead to Constantine coming and himbeing found and rescued.

Jason had never been so fucking thankful for anything in hislife.

Months of rehab, and surgeries, and shrinks poking and proddinghim had patched him up. It hadn’t removed the scars, or the hideous J brandedinto his cheek, but hell, the entire world knew Jason Todd had been taken by theJoker. They didn’t know Jason had been taken because he had been Robin, andthey didn’t know his pain of being replaced in his family, or how he wasn’twanted.

But he was American Royalty, and B had firmly kept him inthe family.

Jason had bonded with Raven though in their time in the JLhospital. He thought her to be quirky, off beat, a bit odd, maddeninglyapathetic; and exceedingly competitive as they did rehab together, and for along time the only friend he had.

In the time he’d been kidnapped B had somehow ended up with Timand Cass, Damian had come a year after Jason had been found, and then there wasDuke, and Jason… Jason was Dick’s failed brother, and B’s dangerous child, hewasn’t needed or wanted. The Cave filled up with others, and Jason wasn’twanted.

Raven’s own home life had taken a turn for the worse. Heradoptive father, John Constantine had taken in Zatanna Zatara, with Zed andChas’ support of course. And Zatanna had turned into Raven’s nightmare whichhad driven his friend in on herself, and they had bonded over having shitty ‘oldersiblings’ even more.

But that was years, YEARS, ago when they’d been children.

Jason was now working at Gotham General, he had a medicaldegree, and was a trained trauma surgeon and had been a combatmedic for the JL teams he was on. He was best friends with Roy Harper (do notask how the fuck that had happened, because he didn’t know), and Raven stillwas his girl. She was his person, his rock, his lover, friend, confidant, and fiancée;had been his fiancée for about a year now.

Dick was divorcing Barbara Gordon, they were arguing aboutfidelity and alimony and that was a nightmare. Tim was set to marry Kon-El, a.k.a.Conner Kent, this spring. Cass was not dating, but she was trying to set up herbest friend Stephanie Brown. Duke was dating Claire Clover, again don’t askbecause B was about to have a hernia at that relationship. Damian had come out asasexual, and the brat was barely eighteen.

No matter, Jason’s engagement to Raven was old new by hisfamily’s standards. Very old news.

So as he walked out of the hospital he worked at, with Ravenin hand; because she had been kind enough to stop writing for a bit and be with him for a spell. It was great, and despite their ‘long distance relationship’ they were as close as they had been since he had met her ten years ago, he savored his fiancée’scloseness.

“And then he got all purple in the face and stated that wasn’thow this worked and demanded that I show up for the television interview,” sherecounted with her British accent; something she’d picked up a long time ago from Constantine, as they walked.

“He’s a moron,” Jason chuckled.

“He also said that he didn’t care if you were AmericanRoyalty, he was demanding the story, even if he had to come bother you at work.Then I said that was foolish and he called me an ignorant cunt for not givinghim the lead!” Raven stated in outrage.

“Love, it’s old news,” he pointed out as he sipped hiscoffee.

“I thought it was when I told him to go to hell. I don’t seewhy they all acted surprised about the ring or our engagement,” she rolled hereyes as she lifted her hand to stare at the ring he had gotten her, and she hadbeen wearing for a year. “Paparazzi are blind morons,” she decided.

“Obviously if they’re just noticing it now, and it’s notlike you’re a Duchess or Queen of England or something, I don’t see why this isTHAT big of a deal. So, we’re engaged, big whoop, wedding is a long ways off,”he shrugged.

“The engagement is our down payment for the wedding,” shechuckled.

“Exactly, it’s also just making sure you don’t get taken bysome other idiot.”

“Oh please, as Zee points out none would brave a demon as foolheartedlyas you,” she chuckled. He was very happy that her relationship with her olderadopted sister was on good enough terms for her to refer to Zatanna as Zee, hefelt it was a good sign for her.

“I don’t know, I’d have serious competition if GarfieldLogan grew up and decided you were his girl.”

“Ew.”

“Admit it little bird, you like him,” he tormented.

“He’s green, I’m grey, we’d clash Jason,” she dismissed.

“So if you were to leave me, who would it be for?” he askedin amusement. It wasn’t like Raven was going to go anywhere.

“Obviously I’d go for Garth.”

“What!?”

“I’m marrying a King, I could stand for nothing less thananother royal,” she stated.

He roared with laughter as he yanked her around and kissedher hard.

There was a click of a camera before that picture was plasteredeverywhere in America and across the world.

‘Gotham Prince Found His Princess.’

Jason revised it to state what it really was. Jason hadfound his Queen and he wasn’t letting her go.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #jason todd #raven #rachel roth #jayrae #redrae #raex

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