Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you and the Guardians are left with no other choice but to land on Earth. The only problem is that you haven’t been there in about three years and you kind of left on bad terms.

Fear gripped your heart as you held on to the arm rests of your seat. You never will get used to being jerked around as Peter navigated through asteroids.

While trying to escape from whatever being, gang, or government the team has angered that day.

This time, you’re running because the king of some planet wanted you to marry his son. Then Rocket threatened to castrate him, all 

What can you say? You wanted adventure.

*BANG* 

“THEY SHOT OFF THE DAMN BOOSTER”

Oh shit.

Lights keep flashing as the ship started shaking. Peter and Rocket were arguing as Drax was laughing. You and Groot look at each other in concern and Gamora just looks like she wants to kill everyone. 

“um guys…”

“WE NEED TO LAND SOMEWHERE!”

“OH WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT! LET ME LAND ON THE MILLIONS OF PLANETS, OH WAIT THERE AREN’T ANY!!”

“I DON’T APPRECIATE YOUR TONE”

“Peter..Rocket…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little concerned with the FLEET OF SHIPS CHASING US RIGHT NOW”

“PETER!”

“WHAT Y/N??!”

“They’re surrounding us..”

Peter and Rockett’s eyes widen as they actually pay attention, seeing that you pursuers are indeed forming a large circle. 

“Shit.”

Rocket turns to Peter, “Make a jump.”

“What?! Are you crazy?!”
“YES but we don’t have any other better ideas!!” 

“Just do it!” Gamora yells, fed up with the arguing.

 And after a beat of hesitation, Peter faced forward and shouted a quick,“HOLD ON TIGHT”

Then made the jump. 

After a flash of light, you feel the ship enter the atmosphere of a planet. It shakes as Peter tries to gain control but is failing.

“Someone need’s to go out there and fix the booster!” Peter yells looking at Rocket.

“Don’t look at me. I went last time.”

“As did I.”

“Me too.”

“I am groot.”

You sigh, knowing that it was your turn, “ Alright I’ll go.”

You unbuckle your seat belt and grumble to Peter,” You know, you’re not a responsible guardian.” 

He scoffs and says, “I’m teaching you life skills kid. Now go with Rocket.”

You and Rocket roll your eyes as you head towards the back of the ship. He helps you get tied up as the ship shakes around you. He reminds you how to fix the broken part and then mutters a gruff, “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

To which you smirk and reply with a, “Sure old man, why you worried?”

He rolls his eye and immediately take back what he said, opening the hatch allowing you to step out and crawl out on the side of the ship. Simple, you’ve done this before.

But this time it was different. It seemed that Peter was having trouble steering. You’re jostled around and you scowl. You speak into the little ear com

“Ay Quill, you mind flying better?!”

“SOrry kid. There’s some flying dude in spandex trying to hit us!!”

What? There’s no way.

“What? Is he in blue and has a red “s” on his chest?” 

There’s no way. Your luck is not this shitty.

“Um..yeah how did you know that?”

Crap. 

“Uh I-AH” You’re cut off, a red laser shooting the rope that had you harnessed to the ship, and helped you keep balance. Thus making you cling onto the side of the ship with your best abliltiy.

“PETER THE HARNESS!”

“HOLD ON KID!”

The ship swerves more, trying to avoid the flying man.

“Where are these guys coming from?!”

That’s the last thing you hear when you’re knocked off the ship, you look up to see a bat shaped object where you were holding on. Everything goes in slow motion as you fall. The last thing you hear is Peter yelling in your ear as you hit the ground and everything goes black.

“Y/N!!!”

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You groan as you shift on the ground. A sharp pain running up your leg as you sit up. You see a few cuts and you know at least your ankle is sprained.

Your vision clears as you look at your surroundings. You see forrest. That’s all, just forrest. You hear the calls of birds and chattering of woodland creatures.but then you hear footsteps. The crunching of twigs as someone creeps your way. 

You leap to your feet, crying out as the weight on your ankle sends more pain shooting up your side. But you don’t let that deter you. You keep the small mask Rocket made for you on, hiding your identity. That’s when you see him

“You’re not from here are you?” 

You stay silent, observing his moves. Not wanting to get ambushed.

“Do you know what I’m even saying?”

There’s a beat of silence then you lowly say “ My..My family?”

“Oh they’re fine. It seems that the ship you were on crashed but everyone’s okay! Don’t worry. They’re worried about you though. So, um, you wanna come with me.”

Relieved you relax your stance. A familiar feeling coming over you as you cock your hip, “ I don’t know, Rocket always said not to speak to strangers.”

He blushes, not expecting your shift in tone, “ Well, I’m Robin.”

You smirk, “ I know.” 

He looks confused, but that morphs into shock as you click a button, allowing the mask to retract and reveal your face. 

“Hey Grayson.”

“Y/n?!”

ok so what would y’all think about a jason todd x reader story where the reader used to be on a team (titan, outlaws, batfam, etc), but gets kicked off or parts on bad terms then joins the Guardians of the Galaxy??

My Father’s Daughter pt 4

Summary: Chaos ensues at the Stark Tower and some difficult decisions are made by the Stark family.

Hi guys! thanks for reading again. Sorry if it seems a little rushed but I’ve been super busy lol. But tomorrow’s my birthday so I get some time off!! yay!! lol. Anyway, thanks for reading again and thank you all for the support, it means so much to me!

Tony really didn’t know what to expect when he went into that kitchen.

He hoped that Pepper had just messed up dinner but of course was proven wrong when he got a fist to the face.

Great.

He could hear Pepper fighting as hard as she could, managing to take out a couple of intruders. He wasn’t as worried, as he knew his family was very much capable of taking care of themselves.

He activated his suit, allowing him to see through the smoke that covered his kitchen.

He could see at least ten men through the smoke. Two of them fighting with Pepper, and three coming his way. The rest were heading into the hallways. He shot the two that Pepper was dealing with, and turned his attention to the three approaching him.

“So, here to talk to me about my extended warranty?” Tony asked in a bored voice.

“We’re here for the girl Stark.”

Tony’s blood ran cold.

“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think?”

The man he was talking to threw a punch.

“You can’t hide her forever. We will have her."The two behind him tried to smash a chair over his head but ended up getting blasted. He turned to the one that was talking, only to get a chair smashed over his head.

"That hurt.” Tony said in a bored voice, then shooting him, “Not.”

He then turns to Pepper, “Hi honey.”

“What did you do.”

“Why is it that you always think I did something”

“Cause you always do something!” Pepper shouts

They stop their banter when they hear shouting from the living room.

“Oh no” Tony says making his way to the commotion.

In the living room, you were ambushed by five men. They were chuckling as their leader cornered you.

“So, this is the little Stark. What a pretty little thing~”

You cringe at his coos as you back up more, “ You know, I don’t think you’re my type.”

And with that you punch him in the face, taking advantage of his surprise. Then you swipe your foot, knocking him over and kicking him unconscious.

There was a brief moment when the remaining four looked in surprise. They were told that this would be an easy grab once Tony was taken out, but it seems that they were mistaken.

“You can’t win this Stark. Just come with us.”

They all rushed you at once, but you just smirked. You dodge the closest one to you and punch the second one in the gut. You’re grabbed from behind, but you headbutt him, causing him to let you go. You shake off the pain that bloomed in the back of your head and swung your leg up, kicking him in the face.

“Come on boys, put up a bit of a fight would ya?” You laugh.

The three men left looked enraged as they jumped at you again. You wrap your body around the one who pointed his gun at you, using his outstretched arm to maneuver yourself, wrapping your legs around his throat and throwing him to the floor with a hard thud.

“Huh..Aunt Nat made that look so much easier.”

“You little BITCH”

You turn seeing the two men left running at you. You run at them, kicking in one mans leg hearing a sick crunch and his pained screams. You then dodged what looked like a stun bullet that was aimed at you, letting it strike the man on the floor.

But before you could get the last guy, you hear the screech of your fathers suit and see the last goon fall to the ground. You look up to see your disheveled parents.

“What took you two so long.”

“We stopped for some coffee.” Your father replies,“ Are you alright?”

Pepper runs up to you and examines you, smushing your face.

“Ma, im okay really.”

“Huh.. looks like you’re staying in those lessons with Natasha.”

You roll your eyes, letting your mother baby you.

“Oh my.” You hear a voice say.

You all turn to see the Wayne family gathered at the entrance of the living room.

“Y/n did you do this?” Bruce asks, eyes calculating.

“Uh…yeah I train sometimes.”

“Tony what just happened?” Christine asks.

“They wanted Y/n.” Tony says grimly,“ For what I don’t know…but they know where she was. What time she’d be home and what room she was in.”

“So it’s safe to assume that they have been watching your family for a while.” Bruce adds

“Yeah…”

There was a tense silence

“So what? Are we going to the Malibu house?”

“No. No that address is easy to find. It’s public information.” Tony says with a frown, “ We can’t risk it.”

“Dad, I can take care of myself. You saw that.”

“I won’t risk it.” Tony says louder, “ I won’t risk you.”

“So what?” You ask, “ All our houses are public information. They know every place I might be.”

Jason speaks up, “ Well, not everyplace..”

You turn to him, “ Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, if you came back to the manor-”

“No way.” You cut him off, “ No way, I’ll stay right here thank you very much.”

“That’s not a bad idea Jason.” Bruce says, “ I highly doubt these people would think you would be staying at the manor. Plus it’s out of the city.”

“Yeah and out of the question. I’m not going.” You say stubbornly.

But then Pepper turns to you sadly

“You should go.”

You feel your heart drop. MInd racing as you stutter out a

“W-what?”

Pepper goes on, “ If they watched us, they saw that Christine wasn’t in the picture, it wouldn’t make sense fo ryou to go to her home.”

“Mom..” You say, feeling betrayed, “ What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you need to go to Wayne Manor. Until we figure this out.”

You look at your dad, “ Dad, this is crazy.”

But Tony only looks at you sadly.

“No.” You say,“ No. NO. I can’t leave you. Don’t send me away!”

“Y/n, it’ll be alright! We’ll have a great time.” Christine says trying to wrap an arm around you, but you recoil from her grasp.

“I don’t care. I don’t want to go to Gotham.” You state, “Who voluntarily moves to Gotham anyway! There’s some sort of disaster every week!”

“Hey the local law enforcement works very hard to keep it at a two week minimum.” Jason says with a smirk, earning a slap upside the head from Dick.

“Y/n it isn’t safe. Right now it’s just us. The team is on different missions and what happens if I get sent on one?” Tony tries to reason, “ I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

“I’ve been kidnapped before.” You state.

“ANd that was the worst moment of my life. I won’t let it happen again.” Tony says softly.

“With her?” you ask, voice breaking,“ You’ve asked me for a lot of things dad. But this…”

You wipe a tear harshly, “ I can’t be around you right now.”

And with that you push past a glaring Damian and Cassandra, making your way to your room.

Pepper sighs, “Let her go. SHe needs some time.”

Then she turns to Christine and Bruce, “ We should discussion this decision.”

Then she marches to the messy living room. Not happy, but knowing this is something she needs to do for her daughter.

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In your room, you’re emotions are ineligible.

You feel angry betrayed, and just a mixture of negative emotions.

You couldn’t believe what just happened. You couldn’t believe that your parents agreed to make you go with her. You’d rather get kidnapped by HYDRA than live with her.

You stop your pacing to pick up your phone. You see a few notifications. One from Peter and two from Wade.

Knife Block

“Hey Starky, look it happened again! :)”

*1 attached image*

It was a picture of his severed arm with the middle finger pointing out. You cringe but you were used to this kinda stuff.

Me

“gross man.”

You sigh and toss your phone on the bed. Maybe Wade could be your bodyguard. That way you wouldn’t have to live with Christine and her poor rendition of the Addams Family.

“Yeah like dad would ever let that happen.”

You frown. WHy can’t she just leave again. Everything was better without her here. And if she wasn’t here, your dad wouldn’t be making you leave.

*Kockknockknock*

“Hey Y/n, it’s Dick”

You stay silent, refusing to acknowledge the man at your door.

“Look, I know that I’m probably one of the last people you want to talk to.” He chuckles, “ But I mean, mom wanted to come up here but I beat her to it so I can’t be that bad.”

You roll your eyes.

“Listen, I know this must be…difficult. I can’t imagine what it feels like. But we’re family now. You can talk to me about anything. I’ll be more than-”

You had enough, so you want to open the door.

“Look. I get it, you’re like the older brother right?” You ask, not giving him time to answer, “ You probably had a billion similar talks with the Brady Bunch out there, but I’m not one of them. So cut the big brother schtick.”

Dick deflates, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Y/n, I need you to understand something. Us finding out about you wasn’t any easier on us. But, despite the hostility from Damian and Cass, the rest of us are trying.” He frowns before tentatively placing an hand on your shoulder.

“I promise, that your stay at our house won’t be as miserable as you think.”

And with that he smiled, squeezed your shoulder and walked down the hallway. Leaving you to your thoughts and wondering what hallmark movie he thought he was in.

First Time For Everything

Adrian Chase x reader

warnings: guns, blood, fighting, injury, death, knives,

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I could request a (peacemaker) Vigilante x reader one shot where they’re dating and reader knows about him being vigilante. He’s very like protective over them like not wanting them to get caught up in his business but one day he’s fighting someone in their home and is basically loosing so reader has to step in and shoot them and afterwards they’re just really shaken up and it’s their first time doing something like that so Adrian tries to comfort them?”

As much as Adrian wanted to pretend like you didn’t know he was Vigilante, you did. You’d stumbled into his artillery probably a week after he started—I mean, it was in your garage. And it freaked you out a lot, you were worried for him. As far as you knew, though, he was making a difference.

You didn’t share the same qualities. You weren’t tactical or driven, you minded your business. Violence was never somewhat you sought out. But Adrian seemed to be using it for a purpose.

The thing about Adrian was he was extreme and tenacious, he loved you to death in a literal sense. His need to protect you was overwhelming, protect you from any danger that may cross your path. At first, it was just little things like crossing the street and locking the door, but now he was hiding his identity from you. Vigilantes had a habit of doing that to protect the ones they loved, and any time you did try to drop hints that you knew, he played dumb, panicked, changed the subject. If you knew, he was compromised. He trusted you with every molecule in his body, but he didn’t trust others.

But Adrian had been compromised, he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd and his identity had been exposed, shared. Once that got to the wrong person, it was over for you. And it actually did happen.

“Who’s at the door this late?” You turned to Adrian, who was sitting next to you on the couch forcing you to watch Fargo reruns. The knock at the door was unsettling to him, he slowly stood up from his seat and whispered to you.

“You should go to the bedroom.” Adrian instructed and you found it a bit more dramatic than he needed, but humored him before he got all crazy and made you barricade yourself in the bathroom or something like that. Once he heard your bedroom door close, he opened the front door and you heard a crash, you threw the door open to check the commotion and saw Adrian sitting in the rubble of your dining room table. “Y/N, don’t come out here! Shut the door.” You saw another man standing over him, you were completely frozen by the menacing intruder. “Y/N, please!” You slammed the door just before the man landed another blow on your boyfriend, you gasped, back against the door as you slid down to the floor.

Adrian kept fighting, but he was completely unarmed and unprepared for this fight. He tried to make it to the kitchen, find a knife or at least a spoon to assist him. Maybe he could scoop the guy’s eyes out. “You won’t win this, Vigilante.”

“How did you know?!” Adrian shouted at him, throwing pillows from the couch at the intruder’s face, but he hadn’t even flinched. “You’re a really big weirdo, you know that? At least I know you aren’t a vampire.”

“You talk a lot for a man about to die.” The intruder growled and punched him across the face, busting his lip and knocking him into a kitchen cabinet.

“I forgot to close that.” He rubbed his head and pulled the biggest knife he could find from the block, slashing the assailant across the arm just once before he strategically blocked it, disarming him immediately. “You have got to teach me some of these moves if I don’t kill you first.”

“Good luck with that.” The man reached to each side of his head, squeezing his skull in between. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done, scum. You can’t get away with killing my people.”

You were still on the floor in the room, hearing Adrian screaming in agony, and that was when you spotted the gun under the dresser. This was life or death, you stopped thinking rationally and pulled the shotgun out. You’d never shot a gun before, never even held one, but you knew it was loaded and you could figure out how to shoot this thing if it was the last thing you’d do. You pulled the forestock, kicked the door open, and found your target, aiming carefully and almost hitting him after you pulled the trigger. “Shit!” The recoil into your shoulder didn’t feel good at all, but it distracted your intruder from cracking Adrian’s skull.

“Y/N?” Adrian felt dizzy, shaking his head around a bit to make sure what he was seeing was real. You had to shake off your own pain, too, and you pulled the forestock of the gun back again. The man began to pace towards you, completely underestimating you and giving you a better shot. You pulled the trigger again, hitting the man in the chest. And for good measure, you fired three more shots.

The body dropped in the hallway and the blood on the walls revealed itself, and the floor started to stain red, as well. You finally snapped back to reality and dropped the piece on the floor, falling to your knees. Adrian was back, too, and ran to your aid. “What did you just do?” He asked, still in shock.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“You killed him.” Adrian reached for the man’s limp arm and dropped it on the floor. “Good job.” He hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss on the cheek, you winced. “Good job—oh, are you…are you hurt?” You looked over at your shoulder and sighed.

“Uh, kickback of the gun. Hit me in the shoulder.” You shrugged it off, which hurt more than you wanted to admit. Adrian and you looked over at the body, one more accustomed to this than the other.

“It was a bad idea to kill him inside the house.” He commented to himself and you glared at him, tears in your eyes. “Not your fault.”

“What do we do?” You asked him and he shook his head, standing on his feet and helping you off the floor.

“Don’t worry about it. Matter of fact, go take a shower. A really long shower, okay?” Adrian’s instructions were perfect to you. You didn’t even need to question them, you just went. “Y/N, hey. You did the right thing. I’m glad we didn’t die.” You agreed with a nod and shut the bathroom door behind you, keeping yourself away from the scene. It was maybe an hour and a half before you left that bathroom, the water had been cold for some time but it was what you needed. Replaying in your head were those gunshots, your ears rang right after, they still felt a bit clouded. You can’t believe you just killed someone. You took a life. You wanted to go to the police but you know that’d only ruin your life worse.

When you left the bathroom, the house was back to normal like it was all a bad dream. Adrian was acting normal, he was still watching Fargo on the couch, but he was ready to change it to something like The OfficeorFriends for you. He’d laid out a new set of clothes on your bed. The couch futon was pulled out. The dining room table was simply gone. A lot of the carpet was removed, you didn’t even want to think about it. You checked to make sure the doors were locked and he noticed right away. “Did you have a nice shower?”

“It was good, yeah.” You were still distracted, looking at each window. “What have you been up to?”

“I made nachos and s’mores. I used the toaster oven, that thing is sweet.” Adrian showed you the plates he’d made for light snacking. “Are you gonna sit down? These are prime Nick at Nite hours.” Your boyfriend lifted the mounds of blankets for you to join him, and you did. You still felt safe next to him despite being the one to save his ass. You curled up next to him, slowly munching on the chips in front of you as the laugh tracks on the TV played. As slick as he could, he put his arm over you and rested his hand on your shoulder, tracing his finger around before sliding it under your collar and peeking at the impact point of the stock of the gun, which was starting to darken and bruise. He felt a bit guilty that it had come down to that, even if that was the worst of the injuries you sustained. But you seemed to want to forget it for now, and he’d give you that tonight. After all, nothing felt as important as Full House at three in the morning. If anything, he’d just call you a badass and give you a high five. He’d really been resisting the urge to high five you all night. He really thinks you deserve it.

You didn’t think you’d be able to sleep tonight, and if you did you knew it wouldn’t be sound. And you had so many questions keeping you up, this night was completely hellish and the only thing stopping you from losing your cool and wailing the night away was the man sitting beside you, just doing what he does best.

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warnings:

a/n: finally finished another fic

requested by @raven-is-a-writer

After some time with Bruce, you’d found yourself comfortable enough to share a detail about yourself you hadn’t actually shared before. Now, comfortable does not mean you couldn’t be nervous. You were, you had no idea what kind of reaction it warranted. What he’d have to say. “Hey, Bruce? Do you have a moment?” You asked him as he sat at the dining room table in solitude. He nodded and pulled out the chair beside him.

“Is everything okay?” He noticed your body language, a bit off compared to how you usually acted around him. He made quick assumptions that you disproved in the coming moments.

“I just wanted to tell you something,” you paused and he stared in anticipation, “I’m autistic.” He raised an eyebrow and waited to see if you’d continue. “That’s all.”

“Oh, okay. That’s nice, thank you for sharing.” Bruce reached for your hand and smiled at you. “Do you want to tell me what it entails? I know it’s different for everyone.” He offered to lend and ear and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

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tim: why are you smiling

jason: am i not aloud to smile?

dick: bruce fell over outside.

Strange Love || Jason Todd x Reader

||Masterlist||

|| Warnings: none? ||

|| Based on the song: Strange Love by Halsey. Requested by @cyarikashakira||

||Song List Prompts||

|| Taglist: Open ||

|| Banner found on google ||

He smiled against her lips as his hands gripped her hips tightly. He kept her body pressed tightly against him as they made out in a bathroom at Y/n’s venue for the night. Jason’s lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, his lips were rough against the smoothness of a place he often littered with kisses.

“Meet me after the show?” She panted softly as one of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head to the side for more access.

Jason smiled before he placed another kiss against her jawline.

“Of course.” He hummed before pulling back to let her go finish getting ready.

After the concert had ended and Y/n had finished singing. Jason and her were bombarded after the concert with paparazzi being up in their business. Y/n covered her eyes from the flash of the cameras, holding Jason’s hand tightly.

Their relationship was always put in the limelight, he was the son of one of the richest men on the east coast and she was a well known musician. They made a pact they’d never say a word about the other, they were very private, but that didn’t stop them from being exploited. The cheating rumors, comments from inside sources that didn’t actually exist.

Sometimes it felt like the weight of the world was on their shoulders. Sometimes it felt like they could never have many moments alone. Someone always wanted something from one of them. It was three am, Jason had a cigarette hanging off his lips as the fog of the night felt heavy.

“I think it’s over.” She said softly and looked at him. Jason nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

“I know, it’s quite weird.” He said as he exhaled, smoke escaping with every word. He looked over at her, noticing the tears in her eyes.

“It’ll be okay. What we had was ours, nobody else’s. That’s the beauty of a secret. We get to keep it.” He said and passed the cigarette to her.

She took a deep inhale and nodded, flicking some ash out her window. She noticed how the windows were fogged, making her think of all the times they were fogged for a different reason, a reason she’d always remember.

It would be hard to think of a life without Jason, but she’d manage. She always did.

First Meetings || Jason Todd x Reader

||Masterlist||

|| Warnings: None? ||

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|| if you’re interested, would you be up to writing something about (best) friends-to-lovers with jason todd? it’s totally okay if u don’t want to for whatever reason! hope u have a nice day xx ||

|| I drew a lot of inspiration of what it’s like inside my head sometimes ||

Y/N let out a small sigh as she sat down, she was meeting her best friend, Jason, at a cafe down the street. She was stressed from work. She ordered her normal and waited for Jason to arrive.

The bell dinged that signaled the door opened. Y/N looked up as Jason walked in. She remembered the day they first met, a day very much like this one.

She was suppose to be met by a date, a date who never showed, she was crying in a booth when a tall muscular figure approached her

“Are you alright?” She looked up at the man with the deep voice, tears streaming down her face

“Yeah.. do you want the booth? I’m sorry.” She sniffled and started to get up

“No no, please, sit. Do you mind if I sit with you?”

He was tall, very muscular, his hair was a mess with jet black pieces sticking up every which way, a small white floof in the front. His eyes were blue, crystal blue. His form normally would intimidate her but something about him comforted her instead

“N-no..” she stuttered. The man slid into the booth

“Names Jason Todd. What’s yours?” He stuck out a gloved hand, it was winter and winter in Gotham was brutal even if you were inside

“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” She shook his hand

“Well Y/N, why don’t you tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is crying?”

His eyes were soft, his lips were chapped, he gave her a look like she was the only girl in the place. His jawline was sharp, like it had been handcrafted by the gods. His appearance could be very intimidating, but it was like he had the aura of a puppy.

He sat there, looking at Y/N in a way that she couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at her before. He watched as she explained how she was suppose to be on a date with her ex boyfriend, they were going to try and see about getting back together, but he stood her up. The look was one of understanding.

Jason noticed how her hands shook as she talked, her eyes trained on the wood of the table. One thing led to another and she was spilling her whole life story to him.

She told him about her parents and how she remembered them fighting all the time, how she only ever saw her father cry once as her mother yelled about regretting getting married. How her father told Y/N that marriage seemed like a lost cause.

Y/N talked about her first high school boyfriend who told her that she wasn’t skinny enough to be voted homecoming king. She told him about the boyfriend who treated her like she deserved the world ended up dying a few days short of their one year anniversary.

She talked about the friends who meant so much to her but how she didn’t mean as much to them. The ones who loved her but left to let her grow without them. Her voice shook as she talked about her parents divorce, how messy it was, how uncomfortable. How vicious her mother could be.

Jason never once intrupted her, he sat and listened, and showed compassion when she needed it, gave a laugh when she told a funny story. Y/N rambled about how she feels like she’d never be easy to hold down, how her heart felt like it was damaged goods that couldn’t be returned cause someone threw the receipt away.

Once she opened her mouth, she couldn’t stop talking, someone had opened the flood gates and she couldn’t close them.

Y/N told him of the nights that she’s quiet, how she gets lost in her weeded mind. The nights she forgets about anything that’s appealing about her, how she loses her balance and falls into the abyss of thoughts that never seem to stop.

She talks about the nights she trips over her own feet and stumbles on her words. How her mind forces her to apologize over and over for the mess she made even if it wasn’t inherently her fault. She thinks to herself about how that look he’s giving her from across the table seems to calm her screaming mind.

She tells him that too, tells him about how that look seems to give her the shortcut to the labyrinth her brain built when it thought it was protecting itself. Jason smiles as she tells him that nobody has ever looked at her the way he has, with an understanding look, a smile that holds zero judgment or malicious intent.

They sat and talked for a few more hours after that, Jason telling her in exchange about his issues with his own self image, the war he fights in his mind. How he feels like he’s alone. That he’s in a wrestling match with his own mind, he’s about to get pinned and wants to tap out but find someone or something that keeps him fighting.

They ended up at Jason’s apartment, sitting on the couch, holding each other while watching a random hallmark Christmas film as a fresh layer of snow coats Gotham city. The fire crackles as she lays her head on his shoulder, his dog sparky laying at their feet. Their hot chocolate cooling enough to not scold their tongues.

Jason sat down across from Y/N

“What are you thinking about princess?” He hummed as he ordered his normal

“The day I met my best friend.”

Jason smiled softly

“That’s my favorite day Princess.” Y/N nodded with a smile, her stomach bubbling at the feelings she had for her male best friend.

|| Should I make this a series? ||

Dear Followers, Mutuals and everyone else.

I think it’s time that I talked about my absence and my disappearing and reappearing act that even Zatanna is jealous of.

A lot has change in the last year. A lot has changed in the last five years for me that I still won’t let myself process but that’s neither here nor there.

In the last year, I’ve been off and on posting. I lost my job, lost some friends, got a new job, got new friends. I’ve lost pieces of myself and gained pieces I don’t remember having.

To be honest, I’ve been having awful writers block for the last year. And it’s probably due to the fact that I feel so lonely all the time. I love my friends, but sometimes it’s hard for me to be myself around them.

They also don’t know about my writing, well one does, but she doesn’t give me constructive criticism so it doesn’t pay to show her stuff.

Sometimes I just want someone that would wanna read my stuff and tell me what I could do or ideas. Because I feel so at a lost for them.

Idk, anyways

I’m not good at ending things,, rip

I love you

Xoxo, Phoenix

Request from @freedomfighterposts Request to have a Zatanna x fem reader where Zatanna wants to practise more of her physical abilities and seeks out reader who trains people like Jason Todd to help train her. Zatanna gets enamoured by readers sweaty, glistening abs and muscles and acts very submissive to reader but then Z uses magic to impress reader into getting a fancy date which reader isnt the most comfortable with where its zatannas turn to act dominant.

I am aware that Zatanna was a part of the original group for Young Justice, but I have decided to ignore that for the sake of this story. In this Imagine Zatanna joined Young Justice around the time Donna Troy did. I got a little carried away with this one. Sorry

You lived your life by two rules: Keep moving, and don’t get killed. They seemed to be simple rules, but somehow they consumed your entire life.

You had been a nomad of sorts since you turned fifteen, moving from place to place just long enough so that you could survive. That all changed when you met a half feral Jason Todd. He was scared, strong and angry, just arising from the Lazurus pit, and you felt pity. So you taught him how to fight, and how to kill, his previous mentor had done a good job with defensive techniques, but Jason had been sorely lacking on the offensive.

When Jason announced he was going home, you went with him. Because why the hell not? You had already been in one place too long, and you liked Jason, he was like a little brother.

In Gotham, after the whole debacle with Jason and his father, Jason introduced you to the Batman. Jason said you were the best trainer out there, and Batman didn’t believe it.

Batman asked to spar with you, no weapons, just one on one. You knew Batman was strong, he was an inch or two taller than Jason, who towered over you, and he was seemingly built with all muscles. Besides that he had experience. But you agreed, because Jason wanted this, and you would do anything for the stupid boy.

You and Batman circled each other, your fists raised to fight. He attacked first, coming at you with a powerful swing. You planted yourself to look as if you were going to block the move, but at the last second circled away. Batman stumbled forward slightly, but he turned quickly with a kick to you gut. It knocked you back, but you countered with three rapid punches.

The fight went on for fifteen minutes, before Batman finally knocked you down. You were both sweaty and tired.

From beneath his cowl you saw Batman grin slightly, he had won, but you had put up one hell of a fight. Almost his equal in the match.

“If you want Y/N.” Batman said, “I have a job for you.”

And you did want, because it let you be close to your chosen brother. Batman appointed you the trainer of Young Justice, a group of teenage heroes. And your first lesson would be the following day.

You arrived in Mount Justice about a half hour early, Jason by your side. He was no longer a member of the little sidekick group, but he wanted to be here with you on your first day. You didn’t tell him you were grateful, but he knew.

He knew you weren’t the best with social interactions, a side effect of living on the road for so long, connections were hard for you to make. Jason being here was his way of supporting you.

The Young Justice members came into the room, most one time, a few moments late.

“To start I want to train one on one with each of you. Five minutes sparring with me, see where you are all at. And no use of powers, I want to see your innate ability.” You stated, and began to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in a sports bra.

You shirt covered you face when you heard running footsteps, the a voice breathlessly saying, “Sorry that I’m…”

The girl trailed off, and you threw your shirt to the side seeing a youn g woman with long black hair and a ridiculous costume. She was staring at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

“Late.” You supplied.

The girl nodded twice, still silent her mouth still hanging open. You turned away, uncomfortable with her stare, but from the corner of your eye you saw a girl nudge her in the ribs.

You called forward the members of the team one at a time to fight.

First was Donna Troy. She had lots of power, but relied too heavily on her strength.

Next was Tim Drake. His moves were calculated and with quick precision, but he had the same problem that Jason had when he started. He was inept at offensive fighting.

And it went on until it was time for Zatanna, the girl who had stared at you. She shuffled to the center of the ring, her get up was terrible for fighting. Tights, High Heels, and at tuxedo jacket?

She wasn’t as bad as you thought she would be, which wasn’t saying much. She was able to spin kick, and do acrobatic flips, but she wasn’t able to really fight.

When all the sidekicks were done fighting, and Jason was done snickering at their attempts, you clapped you hands together once. You looked at each of them, they were all woefully untrained, and those with special abilities relied too heavily on them.

“You all did okay, but we have a lot of work to do.” You stated. “I’m going to make a schedule for training, and if any of you need just sign up for more.”

Most of the kids groaned, but you gave them a glare which shut them up.

The schedule was posted at the end of the day, most people were only one two to three times a week, but those who needed extra help, like Beast Boy and Zatanna were on the schedule five times.

Training was easy, you had been fighting your entire life, and you picked up new moves easily. You also learned the best ways to avoid injuries. So passing on your knowledge seemed fair.

You came to enjoy your daily spars, you liked fighting with Tim the best. He was quiet and took instructions well, never trying to talk with you unless to ask relevant questions. The same could not be said for the rest of your students. They all wanted to know your history and your life story, usually if you glared at them extra hard the line of questioning for the day would be done.

Zatanna however was different, she seemed quiet when she was with you, her eyes were always wide as she stared at you. When you put your hands on her to correct her posture sometimes she would jump, or flinch. You wondered what you did to this girl, and why she was so afraid of you, especially because you knew she was rather talkative with the rest of her peers.

It was your twelfth training session with Zatanna and her progress was incredibly slow. All of your other students were showing marked improvements, but Zatanna was showing nothing.

At the end of your session you looked her up and down. She was sitting on the bench, exhausted, drinking for a bottle of water, clearly she was working hard, but nothing was clicking for her.

“Zatanna.” You said, she looked up at the sound of your voice, her eyes met yours then turned away quickly. You gracefully chose to ignore that. “Next time we work together wear gym clothes, not… that.”

And for the first time since you met her you saw Zatanna bristle with emotions. Usually around you she was shy and guarded, but suddenly she looked frustrated.

“Why? What’s wrong with my uniform?” She asked defensively.

Uniform, so that’s what she called her get up.

“It’s not good for hand to hand combat, too many moving parts, and high heels.” You repled, leaning down to get a sip of water yourself.

“I don’t understand why I even need to learn this stuff.” Zatanna spoke angrily, her tone was sharp, “I have my magic. It’s all I need.”

“And if your magic fails, if someone takes it away?” You asked coldly, and you saw Zatanna open her mouth, about to mount another defense, but you continued. “What if you’re up against an enemy who is evenly matched in power. You need other skills to survive as a hero.”

You turned around an stormed out of the room, not giving  the girl a chance to respond. But the next time you trained with Zatanna, she was wearing gym clothes, and you smiled.

Zatanna’s progress was still slow, but she was doing better then before. She was still shy, an blushed whenever you gave her slight contact. It was after a particularly rough session that you finally asked.

Normally you wouldn’t pry into your student’s social life, because you didn’t want them to ask about yours, but she was different. She seemed afraid of you, and that was off-putting.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” You asked as she sipped from her waterbottle.

Zatanna almost choked, her eyes darted to you, then back to her drink, “Of course you make me uncomfortable, I mean your so hot. And all controlling, and you have glistening sweating abs, and your biceps. And oh God, I just said this all out loud.”

You stared at Zatanna shocked, people generally didn’t like you, you were stony and hard to get along with.

Zatanna looked at you, her face was a deep red by now, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“I made you uncomfortable didn’t I?” Zatanna sighed, “I really need to learn how to filter.”

You sat down next to Zatanna, she was looking down at her hands rather upset. You felt a pang in your chest, you didn’t like seeing her like this. So sad and worried.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You lied. She did make you uncomfortable, but it wasn’t really because she had feelings for you, it was more because most people made you uncomfortable. You had kept everyone at an arms length before Jason, and it was hard to let anyone in now.

Zatanna looked up with a soft smile, “Really?”

“Really.” You confirmed.

You stood up, readying yourself to pack up your things. But Zatanna said something that shocked you, “Would you go, I mean would you like to go on a date with me?”

You stared at her unsure what to say, you had never been asked out before. Zatanna seemed crestfallen at your look, so you quickly smiled, not liking to see her upset.

“Sure.”

The night of your big date with Jason you were pacing in your apartment. Jason was laughing as you nervously checked your hair and reapplied make-up.

“Just be yourself.” Jason said rather unhelpfully.

“Shut up!” You shot back, making him laugh more.

You had changed your outfit three times before Zatanna knocked on your door. She arrived looking gorgeous, a well tailored suit jacket and slacks, with no shirt beneath. You could see her pale skin, and your heart fluttered at the idea.

“Come on, the restaurant is waiting.” Zatanna said with a large smile.

You smiled nervously, and nodded, following her out to the car. Jason called out behind the two of you, something about not doing anything he would do. You blushed harder.

Zatanna lead you to a glossy and sleek black car, opening the door for you. It was strange that she was so confident on this date and you were so nervous, it was as if you personalities had switched.

The restaurant was really nice, you and Zatanna had a low lit booth in the corner.

You opened your mouth, but unsure what to say you closed it again.

“Are you nervous?” Zatanna asked playfully.

“A little.” Was your honest answer. Zatanna’s smile grew wide at the news. She looked so pretty in the here.

“Wow, I thought you were super alpha female, not scared of anything.” Zatanna smirked, “It’s good to know that I am aloud to be more dominant in this relationship.”

You didn’t really know what Zatanna was talking about, but when she smiled at you everything felt safer. She talked to you the whole night, and you actually enjoyed your time.

As much as you physically protected her, teaching her to fight and all, she seemed to emotionally protect you.

Debating (Jason Todd x Black!Reader)

Request from @lolnvmitsjustme : Henlo, I was wondering I’d maybe you could do a Jason x black reader where she is pretty shy and keeps to herself and Jason sees her and is drawn to her for some reason like she’s got a aura about her or something and he likes her dreads? (sorry I’ve never done this before) I love your writing and I know if I ask you it will be awesome and you don’t really see a lot of fics where the reader is of color. Anyway if you you can that would be awesome but obvi don’t worry if you cant! K bye!

So just an FYI I am not of color, and I tried my best for this one, I am sorry if it isn’t good. 

There were so many reasons that Jason hated justice league meetings. The most important and pressing reason was his own boredom. The Justice League talked themselves in circles, none of them wanting to do anything of substance.

There was a break in the meeting, for people like Clark and Diana to calm down, and everyone else to grab a coffee.

Jason stayed in the meeting room, his back leaning up against the wall. This had been a long meeting already, and it wasn’t even halfway through.

The Supes was yelling, his face had gotten uncharacteristically red, his hands balled into fists, shouting at Wonder Woman, who mostly kept her composure. It was the same fight that the Justice League always had, to kill or not to kill.

The room was mostly cleared out expect for one other woman, she too was leaning against the wall, her focus was darting around the room, just examining the room. Clearly she was a member of the Amazonian tribe, her uniform similar to Diana’s. She looked cool and collected, and something about her drew Jason in.

Jason pushed himself from the wall, making his way over to the woman with interest. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with her long dreads pushed back with a silver crown.

“Hi.” Jason said, and he suddenly felt like a shy street kid again, not knowing how to talk to woman. It was strange, he had long since grown into his confidence, but now he just wanted to blurt out how pretty this woman was, “I like your dreads.”

Jason almost hit himself in the face, because clearly he was an idiot.

To his surprise the woman just smiled softly, “Thank you. I like your red helmet.”

Jason took off his helmet, revealing his face. The woman seemed cool and collected, as she gazed at his face, it was more like an appraising gaze than anything else, but Jason could feel a slight blush form anyway. The woman looked away, her eyes sweeping the room again, and Jason could tell she was a born warrior.

“The name’s Jason.” Jason said, trying to reclaim any coolness he possessed, and stuck his hand out.

The woman looked at his hand for a second, as if the movement confused her. Eventually she took his hand in hers, and Jason felt a spark of static electricity through the contact. He would later brag about how there were literal sparks when they first touched.

“I’m Y/N.”

There was a moment of silence as Jason tried to think of the nest thing to say, while this woman had a addictive aura and intense beauty, she wasn’t a sparkling conversationalist.

But it turned out Jason didn’t need to speak.

“What are your opinions on the proceedings?” Y/N asked.

And Jason was a little upset that she only wanted to talk about work, but he understood.

“I think if we rule out killing at all times we won’t get far, sometimes people need to be stopped. Permanently.” Jason answered.

Y/N’s facial expression didn’t change, and for a moment Jason wondered if he should have lied. Maybe she was like Bruce, a believer that no one should ever be killed.

But then Y/N turned to him, a shy smile stretching across her face, it made her even more beautiful. Her face almost glowed, even with this small smile, and Jason felt his heart sputter for a second.

“I think you and I will get along.”

Dating a Kiwi (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request from @bookish-and-shy Hi! Can I request a female New Zealander dating Dick and hanging out with the Batfam? And they make hobbit jokes and stuff because she’s pretty short? I’ve seen Aussie specific fix’s but never kiwi ones. Sorry it’s pretty specific!! I love your work so much, you write so well! If you’re too busy to do it it’s 100% fine, I hope your brother gets better soon! Thanks!

Just a disclaimer, I found everything about New Zealand and such online so anything that is not accurate to New Zealand, blame the internet and not me. (I hope you like this, it was so fun learning about New Zealand). I also based the attitude on my one Kiwi friend and he’s a bit of a jerk, this doesn’t mean all New Zealanders are jerks, but it was what I had to work with.

-You were born and raised in New Zealand, moving to Bludhaven for school. There you felt a little like a fish out of water, when you read about America it seemed so crazy and fun (and the accents were cute), but now that you were here you just wanted to go home and if you heard one more Goddamn American asking you if you liked ‘shrimp on the barby’ you were going to kill someone.

-You and Dick met at a pub, where he said he liked your accent, and correctly identified you as a kiwi, a first in America.

-Your first date with Dick was when you invited him over to watch the Black Caps in the Cricket World Cup. He wasn’t all that interested in it, but he had a great time with you.

-You didn’t realise that he counted it as your first date, you thought that you two were just hanging out and catching the game.

-You quickly discovered that Dick’s greatest source of amusement is asking you what you call things and then telling you the English counterpart.

      -”Y/N! What do you call that?”

      -”A Chilly Bin.”

      -”In America we call them coolers.”

      -”I know Dick, I live here.”

-Dick introduces you to his family after a while and you come over for tea. And you decided that you liked Alfred the best.

-You quickly realise that many of his siblings think New Zealand slang is funny, like when you watched Jason swallow down an entire meal in less than a minute, you couldn’t help but say:

      -”He eat so much, your brother’s such a hungus.”

      -Without skipping a beat or knowing what a hungus was Jason replied, “Shut up hobbit!”

      -You could never really shake that nick name afterwards.

-You become close with all of Dick’s family, and they easily include you into their family. This means countless terrible jokes about New Zealand, Hobbit nickname for life, and all of the kids (including your traitor boyfriend) impersonating your accent terribly.

-Also everytime the boys are giving you presents they just hand you Kiwi the fruit, and everytime you yell at them, because KIWI ARE THE NATIONAL ANIMAL NOT SOME STUPID FRUIT!

-Whenever Tim sees a kiwi fruit in the supermarket he takes a picture and send you the caption ‘is this you?’

-Dick and you have a great relationship, and unbeknownst to you he bought tickets to New Zealand and a diamond ring for the trip.

Request: Could I ask for a “one bed trope” with Diana?

Thanks  @wildefire for the request, my life has sorely been laking so cute Diana.

You and Diana had been on the run for a couple of days, the world was under the incorrect assumption that she was evil. It was a ploy started by Lex Luthor, and all of the enhanced individuals on the Justice League were driven into hiding. Diana had insisted that you traveled with her, safety in small numbers or something.

The two of you had been traveling for days, and while Diana seemed to not need any sleep you truly did.

Today was the most difficult part of your journey, it was day three of no sleeping and just driving. The rain was coming down in sheets, dangerously heavy, and the wind was shaking your sturdy car slightly. And because Diana was an Amazon and didn’t really know how to drive, you were the only one who had been. You were tired and had a head ache.

“Diana, I see a motel, can we stop for tonight?” You asked, pointing out your window to a sign advertising a crappy motel with vacancy.

Diana opened her mouth, she looked like she was going to say no, but when she saw you, tired with dark bags under your eyes her face softened. Diana often forgets that you aren’t as powerful as she is.

“Okay.” Diana spoke softly, and you thanked her.

Pulling off into the motel’s parking lot, you sent Diana in to get a room, pushing the cash that Bruce had given you when he found out you needed to run into her hands. You were so tired that you figured you might fall asleep while trying to receive the keys. You forced her to leave her sword with you, which she wasn’t all to happy about but grumbiling agreed.

Diana returned to you moments later, a room key in her hands. She helped you into the room, both of your bags on her back. You opened the door to the room and you almost ran to the giant bed without a second thought, expect you realised that there was only one giant bed.

“Diana.” You muttered, you face flushed red, “There’s only one bed.”

Diana looked at you as if you were dumb, but you felt your face on fire. How could you be expected to sleep in the same bed as Diana, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you were being asked to sleep in a bed with her? This was not going to end well.

“This was the only room they had.” Diana replied.

You nodded dumbly and went to sit on the edge of the bed, nervous energy suddenly replacing your tiredness.

“Are you sure we should be sleeping… together?” You asked, ignoring the double meaning, because Diana probably didn’t catch it.

This felt improper, Diana is a princess of a mystical place. And sure she is a warrior princess, but it still feels improper, as if you should be on the floor or something.

“Of course.” Diana waved her hand dismissively, sitting on the other side of the bed and tugging off her shoes.

You felt the flush deepen, but followed suit. When you finished getting on your sleepingware you turned to see Diana only in her underwear, you almost choked on your own spit. She is beautiful, and Amazonian model, and you were about to sleep in the same bed as the scantily clad woman.

“Is this alright?” Diana asked noticing your reaction.

“No-Yeah. I mean it’s alright, lets go to bed.” You replied stumbling over your words and feeling foolish.

Diana nodded, and you slipped under the covers. Diana chose to sleep on top of the covers, her sword next to her side of the bed. She had insisted on sleeping closer to the door, and extra layer of protection. You smiled at the thought of her protecting you.

The bed was not large, there was only about an inch of empty space between you and Diana, and you could feel her warmth, even as you burrowed under the blankets. She slept with her black to the door, facing you, and you faced her as well.

You were driting off, happily almost asleep when you felt soft fingers brush against the side of your face. Diana’s touch was feather light, so light you almost didn’t think it was there.

You were about to open your eyes, you didn’t know what you would say, but you were saved when Diana began to whisper into the darkness. Her voice was honey sweet and smooth, but quiet enough that it wouldn’t have roused you if you were awake. “My brave beautiful Y/N, thank you for coming with me.”

This was different than the warrior Diana you were used to. Her voice was so soft and sweet, kindness radiating from her words, and they filled your stomach with a warmth that you weren’t used to.

“You are so strong, coming with me. I owe you everything, you are the reason I fight and I breath.” Diana continued, still thinking you were asleep. You didn’t know what to do, what to do with this information. The most beautiful princess in the world was enamoured with you? You wanted to smile, but you were too tired.

You were too exhausted to crap your eyes open, or to speak, so instead you moved across the inch of empty space and curled up into her. After a surprised second, Diana’s strong hands wrapped around you, her hands sorching even through the blanket wrapped around you.

There was silence for a long moment, and you could feel sleep coming up to claim you. That was when you felt the kiss on your forehead, a warm and solid pressure of her lips. You wanted to smile, but you were on the edge of dreams that you weren’t even sure if this was real.

What you did know was tomorrow morning you would be talking to Diana, and telling her that you felt the same way.

Something short and sweet because I really needed some fluffy Jason.

-It took you a while to realize that Jason Todd doesn’t say “I love you”

-At first it bothered you, a lot. Because your boyfriend wouldn’t say those three words to you.

-The first time you had said it out loud was  on a night when it was just the two of you hanging out in his apartment.

-You said “I love you” and Jason just stared at you with wide eyes. There was nothing but silence for a moment and you felt your face heat up.

-You told him he didn’t have to say it back. You could understand if he wasn’t there yet. Jason had opened and closed his mouth, he was trying to force himself to say it.

-But you stoped him, because you didn’t want him to tell you like this. You wanted true genuine feelings. Not for him to say it just because you did.

-Jason didn’t look happy for the rest of the night, and you could tell the conversation bothered him. And it made you feel like shit, because you figured this signified the end. If he couldn’t love you back.

-You went home that night grumpy and upset. You lay in bed wide awake thinking about Jason.

-You really thought your relationship with Jason was going well. He opened up about parts of himself, told you about his death and resurrection. To share something that personal, you had thought that meant he felt the same way you did.

-It was then that you realized he had been saying “I love you” for months now.

-He says it when he grabs your hand, his large hand encompass yours completely and you feel warm. He says it when he gently squeezes your hand when he realizes you excited or when he rubs his thumb across the back of your hand when you’re nervous.

-Jason says “I love you” when he comes to you with a book in hand that he thinks you might like. Or when he shows you a poem that reminded him of you.

-Jason says it when you two are together in bed, in every searing kiss and every moan. When he looks into your eyes and when he drops his head to nibble at the crook of your neck.

-Jason has trouble with expressing his emotions, after everyone that had hurt him in the past, so of course he had trouble saying three little words.

-But you understood now.

-There are millions of ways to say “I love you” you just have to be willing to listen.

This is not a romantic fic, and it is gender neutral! Yay Me!

People who are always asking me for a part 2, don’t worry this one will have one. I hope you all enjoy!

TW: Cannon typical injuries, mentions of blood

You found him lying on the street. If you had been anyone else you would have probably kept moving, averted your eyes and pushed the image from your mind. But you were new to Gotham, and you still had that bleeding heart; so you walked over to the boy who lay in the grimy alley way in a too expensive suit and a bloody head.

“Hey kid.” You said, shaking his shoulder lightly, hoping the child would wake up.

The kid did, his eyes shot open, dark hazel orbs meeting your own. He looked scared and disoriented. You weren’t the most parental figure, but you suddenly wanted to wrap the child up in your arms and hold him close, tell him it would all be okay.

“Kid.” You tried again, “We need to get you to a hospital, or the cops, or something.”

This seemed to wake the kid up immediately, he looked at you with wide eyes, “No. No hospitals.”

Probably a street kid then, you nodded to yourself, because street kids never wanted to be put back into the foster system, and that broke your heart slightly. But you didn’t say that out loud.

“Listen kid,” You tried again, softly this time, “You’re bleeding from a head wound. It’s probably not good. I’m no doctor, you should really get checked out.”

The kid whipped at his forehead as if he was just noticing the blood. He didn’t say a word, just stared down at his bloodied hand.

“Come on. I’ll take you to urgent care. They don’t ask too many questions there.” You said finally, standing up and then offering him a hand up as well. The kid took it, sluggishly and you smiled at him.

He was small, but he was deceptively heavy, probably all muscles. But his weight meant you couldn’t carry him, you would just have to help support his weight. The two of you made it to the free clinic in good time, and in almost complete silence, aside from a few groans of pain.

While the two of you sat in the waiting room the boy attached himself to you, it was like he imprinted on you. You were filling out paperwork fo the kid, in preparation for him to see the doctor.

“What’s your name kid?” You asked not looking up from the file, you expected a quick answer, and after a moment of silence you looked at the child sitting next to you. He looked horrified, he didn’t even know his own name, he must of hit his head really hard.

“Shit kid,” You whispered, “You’ve got to–”

Fear and panic swam into the kid’s eyes, “No please, I can’t go…” He trailed off.

This kid was terrified of something, and he didn’t even know what it was. You felt pity for him, you couldn’t throw him back to the wolves that was the foster system. You wanted to protect him, which was odd, because you had never felt an urge like this before.

“Fine, fine. For now you are going to say you are Ian L/N.” You whispered pulling a name out of your ass, “and you are my baby brother. Got it?”

The kid nodded, “Ian.” He said in confirmation.

The nurse didn’t say anything when you gave her the paperwork, but she did look between you and the little boy. She didn’t seem to believe you were related. But this was the bad part of Gotham, and the boy was still clinging to you as if his life depended on it, so she didn’t say a word.

A few hours later Ian returned to you, his head was sewn shut with three stitches, and the tired nurse explained that he had a concussion and that probably caused his memory loss. The memories would return in their own time, and that you shouldn’t force them. She said that with a concussion he shouldn’t do anything that provided too much brain power, and absolutely no electronics. Then she sent the two of you home.

You didn’t know what to do with the kid, Ian now, but you couldn’t just leave him on the street again. So you took him to your home, it was a small studio apartment with barley enough to take care of yourself, let alone a child. But you heated him up some canned soup, and then put him to bed in your bed, while you took the scratchy couch.

That night you dreamed of nothing.

It was a week after you had found Ian, and you were gladly getting into the routine of him being in your house. You would leave early in the morning for work, always giving him a kiss on the forehead and making him promise to take it easy with his concussion. You would come home after your shift with new foods, those that an eight year old (you were assuming he was eight, he looked young) might like. Then together you would take a short walk around the block, and Ian’s face would light up everytime he saw an animal. You loved it when he smiled, for a small kid he was too serious, except when he saw a dog or cat. He would always ask the owner if he could pet the animal.

It was a normal night for the two of you, he was reading one of your old books, and you were cooking dinner for the two of you. You heard the book fall to the ground. You turned around scared, because Ian was surprisingly agile, and you had never seen him drop anything. He was staring at you, his hazel eyes wide and scared.

“Y/N.” He whispered it, it was a terrified whisper, and you ran to him, abandoning the dinner. “Y/N, I remember my name. It’s Damian. I’m Damian – I am Damian something.”

Ian–Damian, was crying now, and you didn’t know what to do. This kid didn’t show his range of emotions a lot, so you just reached around him and gave him a hug.

“Why can’t I remember who I am?” Damian asked softly.

“You will. I know you will soon.” You whispered.

The dinner was forgotten and went cold, but you kept holding Damian as he cried. And you were okay with that.

Damian’s concussion had faded away, and you were worried about him being in your apartment all day, it might look like kidnapping or something, so you enrolled him in school, under the name Damian L/N.

After his first day of school you treated him to a night out, you couldn’t afford a fancy dinner, but you went to a small greasy diner and ordered him an ice cream. You asked him how his day was, and Damian told you that everyone at his school was an imbecile, and you laughed.

You don’t know exactly when it happened, but Damian had somehow wormed his way into your heart, and now you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

You couldn’t imagine walks without him stopping every dog owner to ask if he could pet them.

You couldn’t imagine going to the park without him playing with a stick, acting like it was a sword. (You had noticed he was all too good with it.)

And you definitely couldn’t imagine Friday nights when you two would curl up in your chair and watch movies, Damian likes action movies, and you indulged him.

You worried about the fact that Damian still hadn’t regained any of his memories from before he was with you. You tried to get him to go to the clinic, but every time he would conveniently disappear and not come back until you sighed that you wouldn’t take him. From his fears of the police and the hospitals, you figured it was a life he didn’t really want to remember so you tried not to push it too hard.

The two of you had been together for six months when everything changed, and you were so happy about it. Damian was home from school, his homework spread out on your table and you were happily reading a new book from the library.

Damian without looking up from his home work said, “Hey mother, I need you to sign a permission slip for me.”

Damian didn’t even notice that he called you mother, but you certainly did. You stared dumbfounded at the boy at the table, you heart soaring. You had never felt so good, so accomplished, in your entire life. Damian saw you as a mother, and you (God help you) saw him as a son as well.

“Y/N” Damian said again, this time looking up, “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah Dami. I’ll sign it.” You were still smiling like a fool and Damian noticed, but he said nothing.

The field trip was on Monday and you and Damian were on your daily walk to the park. It was growing colder, and the sun was going down earlier. Damian had insisted he didn’t need a jacket, and his teeth were now chattering, but he was too stubborn to admit he was cold, and you were laughing silently at the ordeal.

“We better get going.” You told Damian, looking at the fast darkening sky, “It’s getting dark, so no petting any dogs okay.”

You loved Gotham, but it was not the type of place that you wanted to be at night, even if Batman would protect you.

“TT. I’m not afraid of the dark.” Damian huffed.

“Well I am Dami. So we better get going.” You replied automatically.

“I will protect you if anything happens Umi.” Damian boasted, he had started calling you Umi about three months ago, and after your initial confusion you googled it to learn that Umi was Mom in arabic. Which was at least one clue into his past.

“I know you will kid.”

They two of you were about two blocks from your apartment, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, when none other than the Batman jumped in front of the two of you. You pulled Damian behind you, putting yourself between your kid and a grown man with a weird fursona.

“You.” The Batman seethed, his voice was gravelly and dark. He sounded like he was going to kill you, and you knew the Batman didn’t kill so you were terrified. “Stole him away from me.”

Him?

Did Batman know your Damian? Was that his life before you, as the Robin? No wonder the kid was bloody and bruised when you met him.

“No,” Damian said, trying to get out from behind you, but you wouldn’t let him. Because you be damned if you kid got hurt by a costumed vigilante. “No father, she didn’t steal me. She saved me.”

While you couldn’t see the Batman’s face, you could feel his palpable shock at Damian’s words. They mirrored your own shock, because Father?

“Young man,” You said, not looking at Damian, because you still were keeping yourself between him and the Batman (who apparently is his father), “You told me you didn’t remember your past. You lied to me?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” Damian huffed, stepping around you so he could see the Batman fully.

Damian sighed and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards your apartment, “Come on.”

The Batman followed behind you silently, and it was awkward to say the least, for a vigilante to be walking behind you and your kid, him towering over your shoulder. You could feel the Batman’s eyes on you, as if this were all your fault, and not his for leaving his son to bleed out in a dirty alley way.

As soon as you three all entered your apartment, Batman rounded on Damian.

“You left. You were gone for almost a year, do you know how worried I was. I thought you had died!”

“I didn’t die, I was completely safe. Y/N was taking care of me.” Damian replied shortly, one hand was curled into a ball, and the other was still holding your own. It reminded you of the first day you had him, when he wouldn’t let go of you, as if you were his life line.

“But I didn’t know that!” Batman countered, raising his voice so that you flinched. Damian squeezes your hand tighter, stepping a little in front of you, as if he was protecting you. The movement didn’t escape Batman’s knowledge, and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Damian.” You spoke softly, and the boy turned to look up at you, his big hazel eyes wide and full of terror. You never raised your voice at the boy, and you wouldn’t start now, “You should have told him where you were. You should have told me you remembered you past. Why didn’t you?”

And you could see the tears gathering in Damian’s eyes. He acted so strong and mature, sometimes you forgot that he was still just a child. You kneeled down and pulled him into a tight hug, “He would have taken me away from you. And I didn’t want to leave Umi. I wanted to stay with you.”

You looked at the Batman, who was watching the display carefully, and you wondered if he would take your son away.

Finally Batman sighed, and he pulled down his mask, revealing the face of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. You wanted to be shocked that you knew who Batman was, but right now you could only focus on the child in your arms. You stared at Bruce Wayne, and pleaded with your eyes, you couldn’t let your boy go.

“We’ll figure this out Damian.” Bruce Wayne finally whispered. “I won’t take her away from you.”