Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

Characters: Diana Prince

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Diana Prince with the word/prompt “outsider”

Word Count: 497

Author: Charlotte

When you were a teenager, you had been in an accident that resulted in you gaining superpowers. It wasn’t something you ever thought possible to happen to you, very few people in the world known to have powers. You had tried to keep it a secret, not ready to be given the responsibility of being a hero but it wasn’t long before you had to use your powers, letting everyone know that you weren’t the normal teenager that everyone had believed you were. Some people thought it was cool to be a superhero, but they didn’t really understand it and for the most part everyone feared you. Your parents kicked you out, and even your school dismissed you, for fear of you hurting their other students. You became an outsider and for years you were alone without anyone that cared or understood, not until you met Diana.

More heroes were getting known around the world, and you had been aware of Wonder Woman, but you never thought you’d meet her. She happened to be in town when you were fighting crime and together you saved the day. She was the first person who understood what you were going through, understood what the responsibility on your shoulders felt like. For the first time ever, you felt like you belonged.

The two of you became quick friends and she helped you adapt to being a real hero, how to use your powers for good and how to weigh up the stress of fighting crime and having a normal life. She gave you everything you had needed since you first got your powers.

You headed to her office with the best bouquet of flowers that you could find. You struggled to open the door and carry the vase, but you managed to get into the room. Diana looked up from her computer, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Y/N?” She questioned.

“Hi Diana,” you smiled, placing the vase on her table, although the flowers overwhelmed everything else on the desk. “I got you some flowers.”

“What are these for?” She asked. “They are beautiful.”

You bit your lip, worried about how to tell her about the gratitude that you had for her.

“You have done so much for me,” you smiled softly. “I never thought that I could be accepted anywhere but you have provided me a safe place and I am beyond grateful that you have been there for me when I have needed someone.”

Diana’s fingers toyed with the petals of one of the flowers, before smiling up at you.

“You have no reason to thank me. Everyone deserves kindness but the fear of the unknown seems to control people. It shall be okay though; people’s eyes are opening now to see one another for who they are without the fear of who they are.”

“I know the world is getting better but I am still grateful to have you there for me when I had no one else.”

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Characters: Harley Quinn

Warnings: Mentions of Abusive Relationships

Request: Wattpad- This one’s been in my mind for a while, it’s where the reader was the joker’s first every partner before they both got caught and put into prison, but joker never came back for the reader. After the reader gets out or breaks out they meet up with Harley and the others and the reader and Harley end up getting along really well. I’m not sure about the rest tho

Word Count: 705

Author: Charlotte

Growing up, you never imagined that you would be the villain in life, but love forced you to do the wildest things. You had fallen in love with a man that went by the name The Joker, which should have been your first warning sign but you overlooked the weird name and appearance because your heart told you so. You agreed to do terrible things and be an evil sidekick as it was for the man you loved, and you believed that he would do anything for you. Everyone knew about the two of you in Gotham and it seemed that you would stay side by side forever but when you were caught by the police, he easily dismissed you and moved onto another sad girl that felt like she needed a man.

At the time it felt as though your life was over, losing the man you loved and your freedom, you didn’t know how to cope but soon your life turned around and things ended up better for you. The Joker now had a new girlfriend Harley, and you had managed to go back to school and become a registered nurse, granted with a bit of working around. You loved being able to make up for the damage you did and trying to offer some good back into the world.

You now had a job and a house and everything seemed to be perfect, but you should have known that nothing could be that simple as when your door knocked, you never expected to see Harley, The Joker’s new girlfriend on your doorstep.

Her intense eye makeup was smeared and running with her tears and she looked a bit of a mess compared to what you had seen her looking like normally.

“You’re Y/N/N,” she stated using the old nickname that the Joker had once used for you, sniffling to try and fight her tears.

“What’s it to you?”

“I need your help,” she whispered. “I know you don’t want me here, but I don’t know who else to turn to.”

She was in quite a state and you couldn’t help but feel bad. Going against your better judgement, you let her into your house, leading her to the living room to sit down with her.

“Pudding left me,” she croaked. “I don’t know what to do without him.”

“The Joker?” You asked.

Harley nodded her head. “How did you handle it when he left you?”

You let out a chuckle, thinking back to the atrocious breakup that you had experienced years before.

“Well I was in a prison at the time, where he left me. I made a bit of a fool of myself assuring everyone in there that my man was going to come and get me. He sent one of his goons to tell me about you, not long after. I took my anger out on other inmate and guards and then cried a lot. I was put on a lot of medications to help my breakdown, but I talked with a therapist and friends I made on the inside and realised the truth of the Joker.”

She cocked an eyebrow at you. “What’s the truth?”

You shrugged your shoulders. You couldn’t understand the man fully, no one could. He was a complex mess of a human, but you didn’t need to waste your time on him anymore.

“He will never be capable of love. I know it feels like you are his world and he really is yours, but he doesn’t care about you, only what you can offer him,” you stated. “And it’s important to realise you have a future without him and believe me it will be better than any life you had with him.”

She looked completely confused with your words. “But it feels like everything is over. What am I meant to be without him?”

“Harley freaking Quinn,” you said with conviction. “You are a strong woman, if you’ve put up with his crap this long, then you must be. It may feel like the end but this is your beginning.”

Harley took a moment thinking it over before nodding and offering you a gentle smile.

“And it is going to be an amazing beginning.”

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

Characters: Diana Prince

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “Goodbye” Kiss

Word Count: 426

Author: Charlotte

“Are you sure Diana?” You questioned, apprehensive of her fate and decision she made.

“I am positive. No one could create such pain in war other than Ares himself,” she explained.

You trusted Diana with all of your heart, you knew that if she believed something then she was going to fight for it and do everything in her power to make it right. Having been told stories of Ares as she grew, she had now decided it was her place to fight him and save mankind from his influence. Without any knowledge of where he would be, anything beyond what the stories had once told her, but her heart was too large to let the pain of the world continue.

Diana had planned to leave Themyscira with the man whom had crashed off the shore and he would guide her to where she needed to go to defeat Ares. You didn’t trust the man but if Diana did, then you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Even though you knew she was doing what was right and what she felt she needed, you didn’t want her to leave. Not only could she die, you simply did not want to be apart from the woman you had grown to love, especially knowing where she would be headed and the fact that she may not return.

“What if I never see you again?” You whispered, grasping her hand to your heart.

She offered you a gentle, reassuring smile. “I will return to you, as long as my heart still beats against my breast, I shall make my way back to you. Do not doubt that.”

“And what if it shall stop?” You asked. “What if you ended up killed?”

“Worry not of those matters. Just know I shall forever be within your heart even if I am across the ocean.”

You took in a deep breath, not knowing if this would be the last time you would have Diana by your side.

“I shall miss you dearly until you return to our shores,” you commented. “And I know you will return to our shores.”

Diana smiled at you fondly before kissing you passionately, knowing this may be the last kiss to be shared between you.

“I love you Y/N but I must leave now or we shall never get away without my mother trying to stop us,” she said apologetically.

“I love you so much Diana,” you whispered.

She trailed away until your fingers were forced to separate as she headed from the room.

“Goodbye.”

Imagine Oswald arriving in time to help you…

You were warned against shaking the tree and yet, you ignored them all and enlisted Jim Gordon’s help. It was this err in judgement that now had you limping through an abandoned parking lot. 

Your hand was pressed against a hole in your jacket where blood seeped and stained. You were exhausted and all hope of being found faded with each second. As you rounded a pillar, you saw a familiar umbrella and a face that always accompanied it.

“Oswald?” You wondered. How did he know where you were? Limping over, you heard a faint crash from behind. No doubt your pursuers.

Oswald gave you a once over and pursed just lips. “It’s a good thing that Jim came to me when he did. A few hours later and there’d be a vacancy at the GCPD.”

You winced at the ache in your ribs grew. “That means Jim owes you a-“ your eyes felt heavy and legs went numb sending you crashing to the ground. Your ears were ringing and you could feel the vibrations of several footsteps on the ground. 

Mustering what little strength you had, you opened your eyes for a few seconds. The thugs - the ones who had put you in this situation - were charging for you.

Your stomach tied into knots and flipped as you waited for the inevitable. 

Bang!One of the men dropped to the floor. 

Bang! Bang! Two more bodies fell.

It was over and you exhaled as the darkness started invading your senses. Oswald’s shoes came into view and you heard him from somewhere above.

“Jim already owes me many favours. This one’s for you to pay.”

~More imagines here~

i have an idea for a dick/reader fic but i do not want to write it myself

Tim Drake: Belonging

A/N: Alrighty, links to Rogue One but can be read seperately of course. This is how (Y/n) and Tim met, set a few years before…

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Another day, another gala to attend in order to promote Drake Industries despite his parents constant travels, they made time to appear at Gothams’ formalities on occasion. This was one of those times.

Only his usual plans of being bored and wondering around aimlessly were unexpectedly sabotaged by her. By a beautiful wealthy guest who radiated class and elegance beyond her years, a complete newcomer in his eyes, a youthful presence that would effortlessly attract undivided attention in her future maturity. By you.

Tim was swept away by an enigma, the only word prominent enough in his scramble of thoughts to describe the character, with the band playing a slow dancing melody it made it easier for him to focus on the mysterious beauty in front of him.

“You don’t belong here, do you?” Came your calculating yet pleased tone, your fingers gently dancing on his shoulder.

“Who- of course I do, my parents run a successful industry.”

“I said you,not your parents. You just seem to stand out to me, that’s all.” You were so carefree, offering an aura no else in the proximity ever possessed and he’d be lying if he hadn’t already been lured in.

“Is that why you whisked me off, oh strange one?” It made him feel relaxed, his better judgment warning him of mesmerising strangers but the small threads of personality he’d been entangled in so far encouraged him to ignore it.

“Yes that, and I needed to blend in momentarily but that’s a completely irrevelevant topic. So to thank you for your unwitting aid, let me tell you a secret: I don’t belong here either.” You whispered the last part in his ear, causing him to become noticeably flustered - you were both young, probably the first female to ever get this close to him by your deductions.

“I’m Timothy Drake…” The young man started, assuring to meet your gaze once you’d pulled back.

“(Y/n) (L/n), great to stumble into you.”

“You too, so what brings you here?” Now it was his turn to inquire, and a complicated conversation ensued - one that left you both eager to learn more but after your brief disappearance it became apparent your first meeting was to be cut short.

“Call me!” He registered your voice before your sudden rushed appearance by his side, a kiss placed on his cheek as you briskly checked your surroundings.

“I don’t have your number!”

“Check your phone, I stole it when we danced and added it whilst I was gone.” You smugly shot back, tossing the young man his phone before swiftly making an exit and it was moments later that outraged shouts echoed from the top floor - who exactly were you?!

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Tim assumed that would be the last he saw of you, a welcomed abnormality that was a breath of fresh air in his otherwise predictable life. The name you’d given provided very little - if anything - in his online research but your number had proven valid and became his chosen method of communication. However, in all his carefully constructed scenarios, the last place he expected to stumble across anyone of the like would be in the rundown rings of Gothams back alleys when inspecting a rumour he’d overheard from the rebellious seniors at school.

The atmosphere was rowdy yet electrifying, alcoholic beverages littered the area, attendees wore too little clothing for the chilling breeze of a Gotham evening and recognisable Hip Hop tracks blared from the boasting speakers inbuilt into the boots of various strikingly customised cars. Anyone of his stature would be out of place here, thus grateful for his hoodie which allowed him to blend in a little better - he swiftly dodged cheering onlookers as engines roared through the streets and it was almost overwhelming to the senses but at the same time intoxicating, crews hovered around their vehicles to prepare it for the next race all whilst endorsing the flirtatious antics of fans but through all of the commotion a constrastingly gentle tug of his hood caused him to hesitate.

“You’re the guy I met at the gala yeah?” You casually chimed with a soft smirk and raised brow, arm resting on your hip as he turned to you after releasing his red hoodie. He had no prepared answer, looking you up and down with a cracked “Yes.”

You shook your head with a quiet but amused chuckle, smoothly entwining your fingers to pull a still semi unresponsive Timothy away from the delinquent crowd to speak more freely.

“What are you doing here?” The teen finally manged to ask once regaining his composure though upon reflection, Tim shouldn’t be here either but since it was only a tiny detour he saw no harm in indulging his curiosity of the vigilante lifestyle. Was it so bad to want to see Batman in action? This is something he’d want to intercept right?

“Same thing as you, accidental wrong turn.” You smugly commented obviously lying and sassing Tim whilst glancing back to the ‘entertainment’ briefly with a smirk.

“Maybe I chose to come here.” Tim was more confident this time, almost as if trying to impress you but instead you only snorted.

“Mmhmm, I doubt a richboy like you would be at a drag race rally by choice so you must be following some lead.”

“Don’t call me that, and you’re right - I was. I wanted to see if -” Before Tim could elaborate, an ear splitting skid of breaks were heard as well as the uproar from attendees which wasn’t uncommon for you.

He’d noticed your natural instincts in the situation, the way you’d located an escape route in almost 2 seconds flat and had interlaced your fingers to take him with you once more. It dawned on him then, that this was your scene despite how effortlessly you’d merged into his world of upperclass diligence - maybe that was your origin and this your choice, he’d never know nor would he be able to ask under the current chaotic circumstances.

“Have you ever driven one of these before?!” Tim shot as he slid into the deserted Lamborghini you’d practically shoved him toward, yourself more concerned with hot wiring.

“Not legally…”

“Then we should - crap!” Before he could even propose a safer alternative you’d ignited the engine and sped through the streets leaving the sirens and Batman behind.

There was something about it, as new as the adrenaline and excitement were it felt right - even Drake noted the natural gift you possessed and the way you seemed to come alive at the wheel. Tim didn’t ask where you were headed, nor did he particularly care so long as you both emerged scathe free whilst you drove through the barrier of an old abandoned multi-story carpark and raced straight to the top, parking rather carelessly across the parking spaces but it served your purpose.

Tim followed as you got out of the purple Lamborghini, strolling over to the edge and sitting atop the wall peaking at the 7th story.

“C'mon richboy, this is my favourite place in the city.” You beckoned him with playful wink, turning your attention to the neon lights of skyscrapers, vehicle headlights that seemed to leave a glowing trail as they sped down motorways and street lamps that blended together to create a cosmos of multicoloured stars amidst Gotham’s dark skyline.

“It’s - it’s so beautiful.” The boy breathed, soon cautiously joining you on the ledge allowing the wind to grace him with a sense of what could only be felt as weightless freedom.

It made him briefly forget the fact you’d just stolen a car to save the two of you from the rain of rapid fire gunshots, forget all of the questions he’d held regarding your mismatched past and present, and more importantly the persistent stress he always carried in his shoulders. Because of you. A woman he’d encountered twice but felt as though he’d known for years.

“I know right, it helps me think and I thought it’d help you too.”

“Why?” Your thoughtfulness caught him off guard, so much so that his tone sounded disbelieving. No one usually gave this much thought to his well-being, his parents mainly too concerned with travels to properly delve into his life.

“Because you need to know what freedom feels like, to have the weight lifted from your shoulders. For you to be Tim Drake rather than an heir to a fortune. I’ve seen it all before but you’re different, I can feel it and this is the world Tim, you can be whoever you want.” There was a sincerity and softness to your voice that he wasn’t expecting, like you knew exactly how he felt because you’d experienced it too once upon a time. Maybe you had?

“I want this, to see sights like these and I want to make the city a better place but I’m not sure where to start. I admire Batman who does it in his own way, but he’s wavering now, he needs a Robin.” Over text you couldn’t read each other’s emotions or disclose personal desires like you were currently and feeling Tim trust you in such a way eased your self doubts.

“Wait - you came to the rally for a potential Batman sighting, ah you’ve got to be kiddingme! Not surprised though, you strike me as an undercover nerd.” You cheerfully laughed to yourself, taking a brief glance at Tim who now wore a deadpan expression.

“Thanks (Y/n), I’m so glad I ran into you again.” He playfully pushed your shoulder in mock offence before issuing his sarcastic reply.

“Sorry sorry, but if that’s the case why don’t you be his Robin?” The way you’d said it made it seem like a possibility, like something he could easily achieve and not once had he felt that way - it wasn’t enough to completely nullify his doubts however.

“It’s not that easy, I’d have to know who Batman is for a start.”

“So find out. You’re definitely smart enough, I know you have the detective skills to do that - it’s why we ended up here tonight after all.” In contrast to the less than ideal situation, you remained calm and carefree whilst Tim only felt guilty for being a hindrance.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’snot a complaint, if anything it’s a thank you, I hope our misguided adventure helps to find where you belong. Besides, there’s no one else I’d rather share this spot with.” Now you diverted your gaze from the city, furrowing your brows at his apology before nudging your side against his as a form of friendly comfort alongside your words.

“Agreed, but what about you? Have you found where you belong?” The atmosphere was dripping with meaningful contentment so you weren’t surprised by his inquiry but it was much harder to answer than you’d anticipated. Considering you’d been trying to find the answer to that very question for many years now.

“Me? I never thought I’d fit anywhere but, maybe there’s hope…” Subconsciously your gaze drifted to the fine technology behind you as you trailed off. It was almost a natural gift, something you could nurture into masterful skill if built upon meticulously.

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It was both by accident and on purpose, maybe a subconscious need to see one another that lead you to the same place hoping you’d cross paths. You did - multiple times, leading to deep conversations, meaningful gestures and frivolous takeouts under the stars. You’d developed a covet friendship, one that no person would put together just by looking at the two of you - in fact you were rarely seen together at all. Individual reputation and associates probably inspired that ritual.

Tonight, he’d caught the chip you’d aimed at his mouth with a proud grin and fist pump, yourself admiring the casual side of the Drake heir with bemusement - it was one shielded from the public eye to refine an image of a future heir but that pretence was disregarded at times like these.

“So this is a congratulations for finding out Bats’ real name, don’t worry I’m not gonna ask.” You waved him off, though he seemed mystified with how you could read him so gracefully.

“Thanks (Y/n), for being respectful about it and setting me on the right life path. I would honestly love to tell you, but there’s still some work I’ve gotta do. Hey, what about you? Any updates on where you think you’re headed?”

He expected your silence, the way you took your time as you gazed off at the vibrantly lit skyline with a look of concern which lead him to continue.

“Or who with?”

This snapped your attention to him immediately wearing a shocked expression, almost offended at the thought of it being someone rather than something that would bring you fulfilment.

“Hah! Relying on someone only gets you hurt, I’m not that stupid Tim, not anymore - which is why I’m so determined to find my place in the world. It’ll be my decision with no one to take it from me.” It was a bitter subject, but Tim could hear the emotion in your tone and offered an understanding smile, one you gratefully returned.

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After that your paths began to separate, you didn’t need anyone and that was a fact Tim was reluctantly forced to accept, but with his extracurricular activities and adoption distracting him, it made the whole ordeal easier. Although a silent pact was forged, from the fragments of ’what could’ve been’ if you will, whether you chose to vocalise its existence or not. No matter how far apart, you would always be there for each other - it would only take one call to reunite as though you’d never left another’s side. And you’d hoped it remained intact.

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Now, 2 years had gone by, and you’d found yourself caught in the crosshairs of a police raid where the latest local race was, strategically deciding not to compete but instead scope your next competitors. Though you knew what took place behind the scenes to attract such attention, as a result you’d been prepared for the cops - but not for them. In an instant you’d used the commotion as a distraction, ducking out from the back of the bridge and onto the street where you’d be home free.

Until you saw him waiting for you.

"You finally found it.” You cross your arms, leaning back against your custom motorcycle with an expectant look directed at the new vigilante standing before you.

Robin offered a smirk at your calm behaviour, you knew exactly who’d been wearing the mantle and you didn’t see Tim Drake as a threat.

“I did. Although I’m not so sure about yours…”

“Because we’re on opposite sides of the law now?” You quipped, tilting your head rather bemused with the untimely reunion.

“I never wanted to fight you (Y/n).”

“Neither. But this is where I belong Tim, and it’s not a serious felony - a few drag races here and there, no harm done. A woman has gotta earn a living, and I happen to be very good at it.” You playfully shrugged now only centimetres between you both.

“It’s not just races though, is it.” Tim knew, obviously, and he deduced that it wasn’t news to you either but that didn’t disguise the genuine worry in his voice.

“No, but I’m okay richboy. Don’t worry about me, and if you ever need me you have my number.”

“You got a new private line remember?” He recalled, having once slipped up in his contemplations to call you only to find the number out of use. Most likely because it was too easy to trace, in your world - a potentially fatal mistake.

“Yes I did, and I’ve already inputted into this.” Came your nonchalant reply as you handed over his communicator, fingers lingering a little too long against his own as if holding on to each other for a few more seconds would convey everything.

“I’ll have to arrest you eventually.”

“Then catch me. If you can that is.” You stepped backwards, a hand beckoning him to dare to follow as you hopped on your bike and sped off with a wink.

Robin mirrored your movement, starting up his own engine as he watched you round a corner but shut it down again with a soft smile.

“Why didn’t you go after her?” Batman’s voiced sternly echoed in his ear, the dark knight perched on an overlooking rooftop as Robin turned to face his direction whilst speaking into Comms.

“My bike stalled, she was already gone.” Bruce furrowed his brows, the motorbike was in perfect condition before they’d left but regardless he felt there was a deeper meaning to Robins leniency, one that was out of his understanding.

Withone call. No matter the distance or time that passed.

He’d come.

And so would you.

UnreQUITed - Part 4

Request:Unrequited part 4 requests in general

A/N: FINALLY!! Here it is, the finale, I hope it isn’t a disappointment - no guarantees tho :’)

Warnings:Angst(???), swearing

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~Part 1~Part 2~Part 3~Part 4~

Two shots.

Piercing and heart stopping.

They continued to echo even months after they’d been released, they haunted those who overheard like a temperamental ghost and every time successfully provoking feelings of guilt, pain, regret.

“(Y/n) is okay y'know…” Jasons calm yet frustrated voiced snapped Dick out of his overthinking trance, the cold breeze of Gothams evening setting a tense atmosphere between the two brothers. The eldest remaining eerily silent.

“The assassin that shot her is dead by the way.” He continued with a more dangerous topic and little remorse, after noting Dicks lack of response that is.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Nightwing gave a heartless sigh, tone lacking any of its usual warmth - a new normalcy over the recent months.

“Oh trust me - I wish it had done it, but someone beat me to it.”

“Who?” Dick flicked his head toward his brother, skeptical eyes narrowing in confusion whilst Jason simply gazed over the vast array of stones, his breath leaving it’s trace on the cold winds surrounding them.

“Me.” The cruelly familiar voice brought killer glares to both vigilantes, their eyes translating their harboured hatred toward his damn audacity. He had some nerve or a death wish making his presence known here, to the brothers he was trespassing on sacred ground which they did not take lightly under the current circumstances.

“(Y/n) was important to me too, so I killed the bastard myself.”

“Youdon’t get to say that name! It’s your fault she was even in this mess Slade!” Of course the explanation was not wanted, Dicks immediate vile retaliation proof of that though it didn’t intimidate the former assassin, nor discourage his intent by a fraction.

“No Grayson, it’s yours. (Y/n) was an ex assassin like me, the League kill deserters but since she was around Damian they left it be. Of course, the moment (Y/n) left because of you she became a target. Though she didn’t realise it, I had her under my employment so I could protect her just as she’d do for me. But yet again, you pulled her away and (Y/n) died taking a bullet for you.” Slade casually finished but untamed anger resided in his voice, unfortunately it was dripping in truth - the League of Assassins were cautious when confronting Slade Wilson, especially when you two were together as you’d always worked efficiently as a duo.

The harsh response left the two silent - Jason hadn’t much left say, but he could feel the pure unadulterated rage radiating from Dick like a barrier pushing people away - Slade took the opportunity to fulfil his original purpose, string past them to place a single red rose under the engraving of ‘(Y/n) (L/n)’.

——Months Earlier——

The shooter stumbled in the distance, no doubt armoured enough to prevent a shot being fatal although you couldn’t quite dissect what was occurring around you until you heard Jason’s voice echo from Nightwing’s communicator

“I missed! These fucking rubber bullets I swear I’m switching back to the real deal -”

Relief flooded your veins, yourself slipping around the corner and sliding down the wall as you tried desperately to overhear as much as you could.

“You got him, thank you Ja-”

“No I didn’t! He shot! Dick he shot!” That silenced the love of your life, his blood running cold considering he couldn’t find your figure anywhere in his peripheral vision - only splatters of crimson marking where you once stood. Where you’d stepped in front of him. He felt sickeningly feint, unable to compose himself of the gut wrenching worry radiating from his body.

It’s like your mind went blank as soon as he’d ask anything of you and you’d agree on instinct, you’d die for that man if he so much as needed it…

Your past thoughts almost made you laugh, a weak cough replacing the gesture and it seemed you’d predicted your own future rather accurately even if you didn’t know it at the time. Regretfully you weren’t as silent as you’d hoped, Dick skidding down to your level and meeting your smug gaze with sheer regret once zeroing in on the sound, all you could offer was a kind smile and playful punch to his arm despite your pained wince.

“Hey Dickiebird, did Jay get him?”

“Don’t - Don’t move, you’re gonna be okay.” It was unclear whether he was attempting to convince you or himself of that blatant lie, you were beyond comforting and had already accepted your fatal mistake whereas he remained stupidly optimistic. A facade for your benefit by your judgement.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m going to be just fine and so are you… But could you please do me one last favour?” Either way you played along, irises betraying the sympathetic smile you’d adorned.

“Anything.”

“See me your best friend, just one last time and remember that I love you alright.” It was merely a platonic request, his memory shot back to the photographs you’d taken and the message inscribed on them.

“I - I can’t do that…” Dick sorrowfully responded, once again meeting your eyes with regret as you lolled your head back against the wall trying to withhold your tears concocted from both the splitting puncture and his decline but you couldn’t let that show through your haphazard reply.

“I suppose I deserve that.”

It was true, you’d disappeared from his life for 6 months without warning or trace. A friend wouldn’t do that, shouldn’t do that, but you had to think of your self preservation for once.

“I wish I could… but I can’t see you as just a friend anymore, not now, I - because I -” His tone was so painstakingly genuine, so filled with an array of warring emotions that you had to do a double take to ensure you were hearinh him correctly.

“Don’t.” You knew where it was headed and honestly you didn’t want to hear it anymore, once upon a time you’d have given everything to hear those 3 beautiful words, words that’d bring euphoria - now you were a third of the way there and all it brought was nausea.

“It’s too late.”

He silenced himself, your voice derived of it’s signature charm only sharpening the cut of your words. What hurt most was the the painful truth of them, he was too late and he knew that - you deserved this side of him months if not years ago but he was both blind and too apprehensive to fan those glowing flames. Instead choosing to suffocate them with the placement of another that could never burn as brightly.

Although despite your tongue, your eyes held those flames he’d once bathed in and he understood that you’d felt it too, a conversation worth a thousand words was conveyed as well as the hopeless feelings in your hearts that created a comfortable silence. It didn’t ease the plague of memories, nor answer the countless what if’s swirling your mind but it helped.

“I need you to call Damian for me, I won’t leave him again without saying goodbye this time.” Your voice was merely a whisper, one that was obeyed disheartenedly but quickly and soon Damian’s bored tone left you smiling.

“WhatGrayson?”

Dick however not so much, it took a moment to organise his emotions enough to disclose the situation in the most delicate way - he’d managed that but his unsteady tone let him down.

“You - Ah, (Y/n) needs to talk you alright?”

“That’snot how you start a conversation, what’s -” The wait was already killing you and you couldn’t hold back any longer, you didn’t want to explain - only enjoy one last conversation without underlying sympathy or guilt that’d surely surface once he discovered your condition.

“Hi Dami, I’m sorry I didn’t get to properly see you when I came back.”

“There’s still plenty of time (L/n), how about a walk tomorrow?” He seemed calm, you could practically hear him shake his head over the phone with that classic TT.

“I - I can’t, I’m leaving but I wanted to tell you this time, and I know that I’m going to miss you so much Damian. S-so you better look after your dumbass brothers whilst I’m gone.” It made you happy, undeniably so with your tone laced with playfulness that you felt you needed, felt like things would return to how they used to be.

“Where are—” Damian cut himself off, he was perceptive in every sense of the word and observant enough to hear the way you bit back tears even if not in sight. He remained silent for a few seconds, long enough for you to close your eyes in order to keep the tears at bay knowing he’d now read between the lines and was finding the most comprehensible way to deal with it. With the fact that you’re leaving. And won’t be coming back this time.

“I’m proud to call you my companion (Y/n), I hope you find happiness in the next life and know that I will carry you with me, always.” Initially it was strong, a false charade to both comfort you and hide his betraying emotions but neither of you mentioned anything. It was better this way, silent understanding and respect.

“Me too Damian, thank you for everything.”

“Goodbye sister. And (Y/n), please forgive Grayson’s idiocy…” He was hesitant on the last sentence, and you could each detect the shared heartache regarding your final conversation yet remained composed purely for the emotional well-being of the other.

“Always, see you Dami.”

When you hung up, you couldn’t hold back the sobs any longer, practically choking on the pent up emotion in them. Dick remained quiet, pulling you into his shoulder and soothingly running his fingers through your hair, he feared that if he spoke he would fall apart too, especially when the only person he could truly blame was himself. He held you for what he wished could be an eternity, yourself pulling back with a watery gaze that apologised for your breakdown despite knowing there was no need to.

“Dick what’s happening?! Is (Y/n) okay?!”

Jasons’ voice - it was erratic, demanding and his dire question lead to Dick and yourself exchanging a sentimental but knowing glance, weak smiles had been ruthlessly defeated and you could only gently rest your forehead against Nightwing’s seeking useless reassurance.

“Fuckinganswer me!” It grew more desperate now with the growing animosity on Jason’s side but Dick couldn’t even vocalise the situation, he didn’t want to - that would make it real.

“She’s…”

Jason’s deductions were quick, the broken tone of his brother being the obvious indicator but his initial outbreak was frustration.

“No, fuck no! Everyone I - damn it… You tell her that I love her! She needs to know, tell her for me in case I don’t get there in time.”

He gave no chance to respond, the communicator muting once he’d finished and you managed to make light of it now that Dick could barely look at you.

“I’m gonna miss him, never knew he cared that much with the amount of shit he gives me.” You released a pained laugh, ending short with a wince as your fingers tightened around your wound and you could see Dick empathise, instinctively aiding in your efforts to cease the bleeding whilst maintainining a close proximity.

“When Jason cares, he really cares…” Was all the eldest could correspond, he didn’t quite understand his brothers feelings toward you as it was a subject Jason actively dodged but it frustrated Dick to no end.

His brother could say those 3 words to you so effortlessly, with so much meaning, and yet he could barely even acknowledge that feeling in his heart for the past 4 years. For Jason it wasn’t being in love, he no idea what it felt like to be hopelessly in love with you but Dick had years of suppressed experience - for him, it was like watching the sun fade from the sky and he desperately wanted to wake up from this nightmare, to race to your apartment to find you boredly scrolling through your phone and he’d tell you how he felt then and there. Even now, at a time when you deserved them, more than anything, it was the one thing he could give you that’d hopefully make you smile - feel something other than the lightheaded tiredness of blood loss.

So then, why didn’t you want them?

“This isn’t how it was supposed to go (Y/n), I finally found you after missing you for so long and I still couldn’t give you anything worthwhile… I’m so sorry for being such an idiot!” At his crumbling tone, you lifted from his shoulder, already finding difficulty in keeping your eyes open due to the sheer lethargy of your body but pushed on regardless.

“That’s more than enough Dick.” You shook your head silencing him with your content expression, and your free hand brushing through his hair. Instantly he captured your hand relaxing slightly with your gesture but soon was overcome with contrasting frustration.

“How is it enough? You took a bullet for me! Why didn’t you let me take the hit for you?! Our roles would be reversed and you’d be safe, which is all I care about -” You refused to let him finish, refused to watch him crumble under the weight of blame he’d placed on his shoulders and the only way you could clear his mind was a simple one.

You met your lips with his, Dick instantly melting into you with furrowed brows but he remained gentle, aiming to display everything he had in these few intimate moments he had with you. Carefully you pulled back, meeting his apologetic gaze with your soft one before leaning against his side, head resting against the crook of his neck as you closed your eyes.

“It’s enough because you’re here now, when it mattered most you were always there for me even if it negatively impacted your life. I loved you for that, for choosing me when I wouldn’t even choose myself. So thank you, for being you. I love you, don’t forget that.” You voice was incredibly gentle, a sincerity to it that allowed him to feel the high regard you still held him in much like you felt his and with your breath slowing to dangerously distant rhythms you both basked in the warm contentment.

Dicks fingers ran up and down your side in a soothingly slow manner, and when accompanied by the balanced beating of his heart seemed like enough to lull you into a state of heavy slumber. The pain had numbed now which only encouraged the magnetic sensation of blissful peace and though the majority of your senses had failed you - the damp smell of Gothams air faded minutes ago, as did your awareness to the clutches of the nipping wind - your hearing remained semi active, weak enough to capture the sentimental murmur of your best friend.

“I love you.”

The ones you’d longed to hear ever since he’d won you over to his side all those years ago, after all of the adventures and after all of the connections you’d forged so with them, you slipped into the arms of eternal sleep.

For once, he loved you.

Not her.

——Present——

“We cannot change what happened, and (Y/n) wouldn’t want you to blame yourself so I apologise for my recent words - instead, let the blame die with the assassin who killed her.” Slades’ unexpected and most likely sole apology earned Dicks genuinely confused gaze, the hero still adamant that his decisions were ultimately responsible but hearing the reluctant kindness eased his current internal war.

Yet he knew, Slade only offered such a lifeline out of his loving respect for you. Yet again you’d inadvertently provided your warmth to save him and he couldn’t even thank you for it anymore.

Dick glanced back to your sculpted gravestone once more, Slade walking to his side with his usual deadpan expression but less edge to his tone as he too had felt the familiar pain of lost love before.

“She’d want you to have this.” Handing the small object to Nightwing he kneeled at your stone giving his silent last blessings before disappearing into the surrounding fog of the graveyard. Next time they’d encounter each other it’d be filled with violence no doubt, but whilst standing before your spirit neither opponent had the intention.

Dick flipped the thin item in his hand, recognising the Polaroid as the one he’d given you before you disappeared as a good luck charm, the one from his Robin days when you’d first ran into each other and the one he’d so innocently written on as a futile attempt to at least hint at the love he carried for you.

‘To my one and only. ~ Love your Best Friend.’

However, upon closer inspection he’d noticed the addition of your gracefully inked handwriting, though, your intention behind it will be forever unknown to him.

'Dick Grayson, the best person anyone could ask for - don’t ever change, even if our paths no longer cross. ~ All my Love, (Y/n).’

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Tagging:@palmtoplion,@lionjelli,@givemebooksorgivemedeath , @sun-through-canyon

Tim Drake: Sister, Sister

Tim Drake x Sister!reader

A/N: This beautiful idea was all down to @comicsgirlimagines who is truly wonderful and an incredible writer also (check them out), credit goes to them for their support and talks when writing this.

Thank you @comicsgirlimagines♥️

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It was ironic, everything around was designed to perfection, to be exactly what you wanted and needed to maintain a positive existence as a reward for your past choices on Earth.

Yes, Heaven may’ve been perfect and brought you endless happiness but you were conscious enough to find the faults, for a start your brother was absent - which of course was a blessing, you didn’t want him to join you for as long as possible, he had his whole life to live after all. It was entrancing, tuning in to the life events of Tim Drake on occasion, your little brother had certainly taken an interesting path - currently he fought with his new brothers, the League of Assassins were after Damian again and it automatically became a family emergency.

They hopped from rooftop to rooftop, battling various members with each vigilante fighting their own battles yet managing to lend assistance when able. However as you watched on, Red Robin seemed to be doubled down - more assassins were upcoming and he was the first standing in their way. You began to panic, was there even a way to get down there?! You’d looked into such things before as soon as you learned of his hobby, sure you were dead but people constantly connected with the spirit world - such a phenomena should work both ways. Or at least it was a theory under construction at the moment.

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Another down, then another, and another. It became routine, but with repetitive strain came exhaustion and before Tim could react he’d made what was soon to be a fatal mistake, he should’ve ducked the blade gunning for his throat but instead was a millisecond too late to react. His body falling short of available counters and it was then he realised, this was it - after everything, this was finally how he’d go out. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, he’d aided more people than he ever thought possible but surely there were things he’d miss out on like having the opportunity to become a father, get married or even see Gotham make progress as a city. Regardless, he had made his peace with that and he’d closed his eyes in acceptance ready for whatever awaited him in the afterlife.

It was a split second - he never thought the white light actually existed but it flashed behind his eyelids rather sporadically and suddenly the breath was knocked out of lungs and it felt as though his head collided with concrete.

“Jeez I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” His sister gave an exasperated sigh, hands on her hips as her little brother tugged at her backpack.

“But (Y/n)! Please let me come with you!” Tim pleaded, successfully halting her in her tracks.

“No way kiddo, you’ll probably fall off of the mountain. But hey, no matter how far apart we are, I’ll always look out for you. Okay?” She smiled, tousling his hair as he accepted her justification.

“You promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

“Hmm, see you when you get back loser.” Tim mischievously commented, his sister rolled her eyes with a sarcastic “Oh haha.” before heading off on her rock climbing trip.

That was the last time he’d laid eyes on her, unbeknownst to him at the time. And yet, this light, this warm familiar presence brought back such memories - of that day, of the news, of the funeral…

So then, how is it that he could hear her voice so clearly?

“Get up Tim! C'mon loser, I don’t know how long I’ve got!” It was dangerously loud, demanding almost and it made him consider how things hadn’t changed much.

Tim was coming to, clenching his eyes shut in order to adjust to the bright glow that shrouded the area as he sat up with a squint.

“Argh, (Y/n) what the-?”

The figure kneeling down beside him was easily recognisable, having not aged in the years that had passed without her but the concerned expression she wore was contagious.

“No time to explain, magic spiritual existence or whatever but please get up. Here’s your staff.” You pulled him to his feet, albeit Tim remained dazed with these developments and stumbled against your figure with a groan. His staff was pushed into his chest and it was only now - dream or not - he spoke his true feelings.

“I missed you, somuch…”

“I know…” The sincerity in his voice only made you feel guilty, the accident wasn’t your fault but you still left him and that was a weight you’d carried since you’d died.

Tim was slowly adjusting, finding what seemed to be a brief flash of wings behind you but that must’ve been from hitting his head so hard considering he now stood on the opposing rooftop to previously. Recalling the last moments his hand shot to his throat, more than shocked when his fingers remained absent of blood and his breathing was perfectly normal ignoring the quickness of it, next he looked back to where he was standing beforehand only to find bodies of assassins littering the roof and battles continuing over the street.

“Am I dead?”

“What? No. I’m dead, you’re alive.” You quickly corrected with furrowed brows and a sigh, flicking his forehead as he pushed your hand away in retaliation.

Although he paused, the familiarity of sibling like antics hitting him with an unwanted wave of nostalgia and he looked at you again - really looked. Saw past the golden glow, saw past the perfect skin and any evidence of scathes or aging. It was you but ethereal, you weren’t alive, you weren’t staying and you definitelyweren’t coming back to life. That was what made him embrace you, arms wrapping around your torso so tightly that if alive then breathing would be a problem but you didn’t care, his face buried in your hair whilst you held back emotional whimpers. For however long you had been gifted, you’d say goodbye properly this time.

“I’m sorry for breaking my promise, so sorry, please please forgive me Tim -“

“Yo-you didn’t break it idiot.” It was such a soft whisper, an attempt to comfort you even if he didn’t understand your reasoning for profuse apologies.

“I didn’t come home, I left you alone and that’s the worst thing I could’ve done as your sister!” You defended, justifying your beliefs and pulling away from Tim who offered a soft smile amidst his watery eyes.

“You promised that no matter how far apart we are, you’d always look out for me and you have. (Y/n) you saved my life just now - how many people have the willpower to come back from the grave to do that? But you did that for me, you kept your promise.” Tim assured, wiping your tears away before hugging you once more.

“I’m proud of you y’know, kicking names and taking ass.” You weakly laughed, parting to punch his shoulder once regaining your composure.

“So you keep up with the times in the afterlife huh?”

“It gets boring up there okay? Speaking of, you should get back to fighting beside your family - who I love by the way.” You happily informed, gesturing over time the members of the Batfamily fighting various battles with a sad knowing smile.

Tim noticed the sorrow in your irises, the way you turned back to him like it was the last time you’d be with each other and it probably was but he simply sighed and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“You’re still my favourite sibling and as such I guess I should take your advice.” Tim softly commented and with an understanding nod a bright light engulfed his form once more.

This time he’d landed in the most heated area of the fight, landing executed perfectly with an immense rupture of light knocking out every enemy on impact. Tim stood, his family turning to him awestruck at the amount of unfathomable controlled power that originated from his form and how exactly he’d seemingly beamed over out of thin air.

“Later Timbers, and by the way I think you should stop crushing on Steph and ask her out already.” Your voice remained, albeit fleeting, as was your figure standing beside him overlooking your handiwork.

“Wha- you can’t know all of my business zombie!” He went to knock your upper arm, fingers phasing straight through your body and you both mirrored sympathetic expressions, a knowing and meaningful exchange enough to say what words couldn’t.

“I’m so happy for you Tim, stay alive okay?” And with that your figure faded into blissful golden stardust that spiralled into wind up toward the matte sky until they’d disappeared from Tim’s line of sight.

“Goodbye (Y/n)…”

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“What was that out there Tim? A new gadget?” Bruce questioned his former partner once they returned to the Batcave whilst Tim got out his phone with an absentminded smile.

“My sister.”

“You have a sister, why didn’t you ever mention it?” Dick now inquired, walking in step beside him.

“Because you’d want to meet her and that’s, that’s impossible but her name was (Y/n). Here, this was us a few years ago.” Tim answered honestly, the implications easily read by his family who remained respectfully quiet until Tim handed Dick his phone which displayed a picture of the two of you. The others gathering around out of curiosity.

“Damn she’s hot.” Jason casually commented, reviving a facepalm from Cass and chiding from an irritated Damian.

“Todd, that’s completely irrelevent!”

“She has standards Jay sorry, but, she really likes you guys.” Tim smugly replied, his last words laced with underlying gratitude whilst Jason received over dramatic ‘ooohs’ from the rest of the family after that smart burn. Although Tim saw the contentment on each of them, that despite not knowing you, they had your blessing as his new family which was a very sacred thing in their opinion.

Once he’d regained his own space, he began typing a message he never thought he’d write until after your encounter.

Tim: [Hey Steph, I’ve been told I need to act on things so I was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend? Not in costume, just as you and I.]

Stephanie: [About time Tim, who do I have to thank for your sudden confidence haha?]

Tim gave a relieved smile at the positive reply, looking up to the sky before asking with a proud yet considerate tone.

“You happy now?”

He would’ve said the sun broke through the cloudy sky of Gotham for a few seconds, golden rays bathing the Manor grounds and his skin - but that was probably unrelated coincidence…

Batboys: Rogue One

A/N: This was the start of a series, so I’ll put it out and if you want me to add the rest/continue hit up my inbox. lol guess who got inspired by Fast Five.

Also I finally got Instagram! Not relevant but it’s new to me.

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“I know someone who can help.”

“In this situation? Doubtful.”

Ignoring the complete lack of faith his brothers demonstrated toward his unnamed ally, he chose to contact them anyway. Which was a chore in itself considering the company they kept.

“This is a private line how the fu- ooh, hey richboy~” It began with irritation and strain as his friend was apparently riding their custom motorbike, but the tone became sassy once noticing the caller despite the sharp shots in the background.

"Sorry to FaceTime you like this (Y/n) but I need your - are they gunshots?!” He flushed at the playful nickname, but soon became worried for your safety even if you weren’t exactly consistent friends.

“Yeah, anyway what’s up I’m not in the best place to chat right now.” Your voice cracked over the monitor but remained steady, your helmet hiding any expression as you evaded fire at a prediction of over 90mph.

Such a enigmatic character was enough to silence his brothers who now couldn’t shift their gaze from the monitor, meanwhile Tim explained the whole situation to you.

“Look I don’t think my help is the kind you want, and besides I’m in Miami Beach dealing with my own problems.”

“That’s actually perfect! Our guy is over there right now, we’ll meet you and I’ll text you the details.”

“Drake I swear to -” And he hung up, silencing your frustrations, next turning to find the shocked expressions of his elder siblings.

“Whothe heck was that?!”

Tim only sighed at the similar questioning, though he’d expected it considering your unlikely relationship.

“(Y/n) (L/n), a… friend.”

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The rays of Miami would be bathing the trios skin if not for the shade of the outdoor bar, Tim had barely managed to confirm your attendance and his brothers were growing inquisitive with the passing time.

“Alright, in all honesty - how did you even cross paths with your friend, you’re literally opposites.” Dick curiously inquired, sipping his drink.

“Right? Tim shouldn’t know someone like that, (Y/n) is my kind of person.” Jason added, referring to your similarities that Tim certainly didn’t exude, especially when you originally met. Though Tim only rolled his eyes out of mild irritation.

“It’s really not important -”

“Thatstory involved a con, drag races, a gala and a rich boy. Maybe you’ll get it out of us one day, but not today.” A smug yet charming voice answered, one unfamiliar to 2/3 of the vigilantes.

Halting in your graceful glide beside Tim, he longingly embraced your figure immediately much to your surprise but you laughed none the less. He pulled away slightly, hands moving to your waist as he spoke to you with a spark his brothers hadn’t seen before and they quickly coughed to make their presence known. Tim immediately flushed out of embarrassment, gently releasing you and making necessary introductions.

“This is (Y/n) (L/n), and these are my brothers, Jason and Rich-”

“Richard Grayson, thank you for coming (Y/n), it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” The eldest interrupted his brother, gently grasping your hand to place a kiss to your skin.

However you raised a brow rather than flush like he’d anticipated, quickly flipping your hand over and pulling his knuckles to your lips thus reciprocating the greeting which only flustered the man much to Tim’s amusement.

“The pleasure is all mine Richard.”

“Ah - um, Dick is fine, you can uh - yeah call me whatever.”

Jason never really bothered with getting to know fleeting allies to the point of continuing communication after a mission, but with that little stunt you had his full attention. He liked you already and Tim could tell by the quick up and down flick of his gaze and the genuine appeased smile that followed.

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They needed to get into Black Masks personal documents which required a handprint due to high security measures, you’d recalled that from the briefing Tim had given when trying to coax you into joining them and you understood the importance of preventing a gang war. Your friend had gone to scout the area leaving you with his brothers, he was the eyes of the operation to minimise suspicion and give relevant information on numerous targets.

“The handprint can be on any object right?” Your head tilted as more than 30 minutes had passed without any progress as you remained seated with Dick and Jason drinking as well as getting acquainted.

“We can’t exactly take the chair with us, nor his glass because no man is getting close enough with that level of security. We don’t have time to wait it out either.” Dick explained, giving an exasperated sigh before looking to you with a curious expression.

You were silent for a moment, analysing the entrance and where Sionis’ gaze lingered then a proud smirk befell your lips.

“Maybe you shouldn’t let a man do a woman’s job.”

“What do you…” Jason flicked to you, his attention instantly captivated as the kimono slid down your shoulders revealing your stunning figure in a ravishing bikini with confidence that’d be enough to make any man drop to their knees. Or in Jason’s case, derail their train of thought. Leaving your shawl on the table, now making your way over to the bodyguards and your target with the art of seduction in every stride and a hand running through your hair. The False Facers moved to block your entrance, implicating how you did not have the authority to be here but you’d captured the gaze of Roman who’d studied your body language before personally escorting you inside himself.

“I think I’m in love.” Jason muttered, the pair watched whilst you perched on the arm of Masks chair, legs crossed and leaning forward as he spoke with a flirtatious laugh here and there - his hand making its way from your lower back to your ass. Now you wanted to slap him, but by god you needed that handprint as your fingers edged toward his glass. Within an hour you walked out empty handed, somewhat frustrated - the waiter had taken the empty table wear, Roman not ordering another or touching anything steal-able. Though not the cause of your overthinking, you had your own reasons for talking with Mask for so long.

Upon your return, you met your rag tag team at the designated rendezvous point after getting pulled aside by Tim on your way to change clothes explaining how you’d managed to get the handprint despite original perceptions. Smoothly you pulled up to the local cafe on your motorcycle, walking to the outdoor table that already had (preferred drink) before an empty seat.

“Thanks Timbers~”

“How’d you know it was him? I could’ve taken a very well educated guess.” The biker smirked, leaning forward in feigned offence.

“Huh, where was that logic an hour ago?” You sassily remarked, matching his smug gaze and referring to your more applicable initiative when attaining prints.

“Well Jason spent the whole time looking at your assets so he was out of commission.” Dick chuckled, nudging the broader shoulders of his brother who only rolled his eyes, turning away to hide his blooming skin thus ending your little contest.

“More like keeping an eye on where that bastards hands were going.” The underlying protectiveness in the rebel was endearing but you it shrugged off.

“I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.” Now that mutter from Jason caught you off guard too, you were sure you misheard him, as were his brothers.

“What?”

“Nothing. How’d you manage it then smartass?” Jason brushed off their knowing smirks, nodding to you in curiosity but it wasn’t until you handed Dick a plastic evidence bag did they realise.

“What’s wrong, never handled ladies panties before Dick?”

“None that didn’t end up on my floor, and I was hoping you wouldn’t be an exception (Y/n).” Dick smoothly replied, putting the bag containing your bikini bottoms away to scan the print from them later much to your amusement.

“Always have a back up plan don’t you.” Tim mischievously quipped, likely speaking from past shared experiences but you couldn’t help the genuine smile that graced your lips.

“That why you haven’t caught me yet richboy?” You playfully winked at him, though Tim only shook his head with a light laugh.

.

“We’re heading back to Gotham tomorrow, would you like to come with us?” Dick inquired once friendly conversation had died down, Tim offered a hopeful glance but dared not ask you himself.

“I don’t have anywhere -”

“Manors got plenty of space (Y/n), room next to mine is free.” Jason stretched as he spoke, Dick sending a pointed but cunfused glance at his nonchalance. Did that mean Jason would be staying too?

“Ido have business in Gotham, so if you’d have me I’ll pay you.”

“I think after your spontaneity, it’s free. Plus a friend of Tims is a friend of ours.” The eldest offered a sincere grin, one that conveyed his unspoken gratitude too.

“Is breakfast included?”

“I can whip up some cereal for us.” Dick hopelessly shrugged, Tim smirking as he added his own addition.

“I know exactly how you like your (tea/coffee/other) in the morning (Y/n).”

“Tch, don’t listen to them just knock on my door if you’re up earlier than me and I’ll cook whatever you want alright?” Jason stood up, giving you a wink before heading back to his motorcycle with little more than a lazy salute.

Dick and Tim exchanged confused glances, though the latter more interested in your reaction to his brothers unusually generous offer…

How could you refuse?

Jason Todd: Venice

Summary: In which a morning on a balcony becomes more meaningful than Jason ever thought.

Warnings:None

A/N:A little drabble whilst I had the time, I’m trying, I promise I’m trying to get back into it.

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Only in your most idilic of daydreams could you ever picture yourself with a view like this, and even then, when the world was ruthlessly cold and bloody, such calming trances were a rarity.

The stilled moment you were currently indulging however, more than compensated for that, this at least, was very real. The soft morning sunlight bathed your skin in a golden glow and painted a warmth across your body that weaved deep into your soul and in complete honesty, you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your lips like honey, smooth and melodic as selfish as they may be.

“This is what I want.” You paused, knowing you now held the undivided attention of your admirer who would forever deny such a thing - with a breathless sigh, you elaborated in response to his silent quirk of inquiry.

“As simplistic as it seems. Waking up to a beautiful view of ancient architecture everyday with a coffee and a patisserie from the bakery around the corner is my idea of contentment. I feel like I can breathe freely, not a care in the world…”

“What’s stopping you?” His voice came off as curious, an underlying restraint there that caused you to tilt your head toward him with a smirk he’d grown to either fear or adore, depending on your mood.

“You.”

Honest and simple.

Just how he liked you, yet this contradicted that liking - his brows furrowed in a way that suggested he was angry, yourself knowing it better as a facade for guilt. The one he always carried with him through no fault of his own, it was purely the nature of Jason Todd - to blame himself for things that are out of his control, for him to see himself as the problem.

Like many little things regarding him though, over time you’d learned to remedy such doubts, words of affirmation whispered under varying degrees of intimacy or as orders in the war zone you called both ‘home’. It mattered neither way, you would continue this cycle until he understood his invaluable worth to you.

“Iknow what you’re thinking Jason, if anyone else would’ve said that, you would’ve bit their head off by now - saying something like ’I never asked you to stick around!’ or ‘Don’t let me hold you back!’ before storming off. Am I right?” You hummed thoughtfully, trying your best to accentuate his deeper vocals compared to your own.

“…”

Contrary to popular belief, his silence spoke volumes as did the diversion of gaze to the gorgeous romanticised streets below your balcony rather than allow himself to display his silent defeat. You were, in fact, incredibly accurate in your assumption. But like always, you had escaped his brash judgments, just as you’d done his lax hold earlier that morning.

“But that’s not what I meant Jason.”

Daring sapphires flicked back to your relaxed form, a hand sifting through your hair as you greeted the sun with a smile that’d forever enamour him. Yet another claim he’d kept buried under sarcastic retorts.

“Did you ever consider that my life would be boring without you in it? This place is everything I escape to, a vision of bliss compared to what we do but I’d rather be fighting by your side than sat on a balcony wondering if you’re okay 24/7. I’ve always believed that the connections you forge are more meaningful than anything, coffee isn’t going to wipe my tears or cook me dinner is it?”

You turned back to him now, expectant lift of an eyebrow contradicting the sentimentality that laced your precious dedication - it earned a breathy scoff of amusement from the man, the once-dead-vigilante who was bathed in sin and wore the title ‘Damned Prince of Gotham’.

A namesake you thought suited him well, he was just as addictive as the terror-ridden City, if not more so. A Prince to lead you down a path of darkness and become a light all at the same time, one you felt compelled to follow once seduced by everything Jason Todd. Yet, he had the audacity to smirk at you, bemused gaze travelling over the expanse of your skin before meeting your irises with an intensity that’s set your soul on fire - maybe your own burning ashes were the light you were trailing? You’d never know, nor did you actively wantto.

Instead you drifted back to the balconys’ enchanting showcase, haphazard lilt to your wistful voice as you spoke again.

“Besides…”

Jason’s blaze dwindled temporarily, replaced by an innocent intrigue that he always seemed to bestow you with, a sight rare to most as his battle scarred walls were completely nonexistent in fragile moments such as these. That alone crafted a mischievous air to your beguiling tone, a calm and unfiltered challenge to it that left Jason undoubtably glowing like a rosy flame.

“You’re apart of the view too, aren’t you?”

Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary:Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N:Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannotcook.

“I can’t believe that, they just assume it’s going to end in a takeout?” Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

“It’s because the last two times I’ve hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass.” The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

“Then, I’ll help you out.” You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

“Ah (Y/n) no, I can’t let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you’ll be working that night.”

“True, but that doesn’t mean I can’t set you up beforehand. We’ll start tomorrow, I’ll teach you a recipe.”

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As previously planned, Dick turned up at your door rather nervously even though he’d been around you many times - not once had he demonstrated a serious negative flaw to his character in order to impress you, but cooking was one of them and you were about to witness chaos that’d likely dispel any romantic inclination he hoped you held for him.

“Ready?”

“No.”

With a playful laugh, you rolled your eyes and pulled the male into your kitchen noting how he was likely tired from his shift at Blüdhavens Police Department earlier that afternoon so a good meal should do wonders. Maybe it’d give him a better nights sleep too? The acrobat never seemed to obtain many of those for some unknown reason, apparently it’s ‘too noisy’ in the city.

“Oh and you can host in my apartment, it’s bigger and I’ll have all the equipment you need. You already have a spare key anyway.”

“You’re really amazing, I don’t deserve you - y’know that?” There were deeper feelings involved in that seemily offhanded thank you, ones relating to his role as Nightwing and his past mistakes which all remained a hated secret from you.

It started well, Dick following along with ease and you concluded that he picked things up fast with how observant he was which sped up the process. The main course he’d nailed with your guidance and so, you decided to move onto dessert.

“Now we add cocoa powder to th-“ You’d froze, mouth open out of surprise with the substances dusting your lips, cheek and part of your left collar bone - the offender in question mirroring your expression, albeit holding back his laughter due to his colossal misjudgement.

“I - I didn’t think it’d go everywhere when I ripped the packet open…”

“You don’t ever rip the packet, you tearitgently!” Came your dangerously mischievous correction, licking the sweet substance from your lips before flicking the currently non-chocolate brownie covered spoon at him with flecks landing on the side of his face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

This ensued an all out war, the two of you ducking and dodging oncoming attacks as you danced around the kitchen island with varying results of accuracy until Dick decided to slide over the marble surface and capture you in his arms.

His embrace faltered slightly as your back hit the island during your feeble attempt to get away, finding yourself trapped between him and the cool surface too enthralled in the carefree antics to notice the proximity. A beat of silence passed once the atmosphere had settled, Dick releasing a breathy chuckle with his grip around your waist loosening slightly as you looked up with a victorious smirk - he took the opportunity to lean forward slightly as if testing the waters and careful to note any kind of reaction you replied with.

However, there was a lack of trust as all is fair in love and war, hence your devious reasoning to close the gap some more and with the softness of his warm breath dancing on your lips you swiftly leaned past his whilst dragging your tongue across his cheek. Dick pulled back instantly, a mix of disgust and offence in his eyes as you spoke.

“Needs more sugar.”

“I’m sweet enough as it is thank you, you’d know that if you’d have just kissed me instead of betraying me like that!” Dick wittily snapped back, admiring the melodious laughter that escaped you at his response.

“I’m sure you do, speaking of - these brownies should last until the dinner so you won’t have to make them again on the day alright? I’ll get everything ready so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’d taste pretty sweet too.” Though referencing your kind nature, you couldn’t help but lightly punch him in the shoulder.

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Regardless of Dicks wistful prayers, the deadline had finally arrived and his family would be sporadically arriving in a matter of hours - sohelp him.

“All the ingredients are on the counter - do not use anything else - and I’ve detailed the instructions on the whiteboard in case you forget anything.” You pointed to each item as you spoke, donning a jacket before barely making it past the kitchen doorframe due to your neighbours dramatically desperate pleas.

“Can’t you just stay? And do it with me?”

“I have to go to work.” You laughed at his antics, the man looking like a lost puppy amidst your vast collection of kitchen utensils.

“Work will survive without you, c'mon you wouldn’t lose out on much - I’ll even pay for the trouble.”

That,truly caused you to hesitate with a look of sheer bemusement, a mischievous glint dancing in your irises that mocked his claim almost as much as your sardonic tone.

“If you truly knew my job and paycheck then you’d take that back.” With that, you were quick to flip to a more cheerful voice as you waved goodbye to a pouting Grayson. “Anyway, you’ll be fine and tell me how it went once I get back~”

“Wait (Y/n) h-”

The slam of the front door echoed your departure leaving a Dick feeling more lost than ever, the kitchen seemingly quadrupling in size now.

Bruce arrived first along with Damian, Cass, Duke and Alfred. Then there was Tim who’d apparently travelled from Titans tower and finally Jason who’d sauntered in fashionably late as predicted but only by 5 minutes. Each baffled by the sudden change of location which only intensified when the host brought out plates of home cooked dinner.

“…”

“This… this isn’t take out…”

“No, it’s actual food.” Dick confirmed almost offended and words laced with a hint of underlying sarcasm. “That I made myself.”

“Okay, so uh - is it edible then?” Jason quipped back, smirking at his elder brother in a smug manner that only he could achieve.

“Would you just eat it? I went through a lot of stress and effort for this.”

Dick encouraging everyone as he sat down, the action only bemusing the members of his family more as they complied to his wishes with varying degrees of hesitance from each of them. Damian trusted Dick the most, but he patiently waited for his father to finish his mouthful before even touching his own dish.

“Wow, this is incredible, the flavour and everything - Dick what happened to you?!” Duke enthusiastically mocked and continued to devour the meal with a sense of radiance which contrasted to Cassandras pure silence as she savoured every tasteful mouthful.

“Grayson, there is no way you are solely responsible for this cuisine.” Damian suspiciously raised a brow at the older hero, tentatively laying his cutlery elegantly on the now clear plate.

“Thank you, and maybe I had some assistance from my neighbour.”

“Thank you for dinner Dick, it was surprisingly delicious and please give our thanks to your mysterious friend too.” Bruce knowingly added, proud of his protégés accomplishments - though minor in comparison to Alfreds glowing exterior.

“I told you there was hope Master Bruce.”

“Bro, they left a whole list of instructions so you wouldn’t mess up and hey, call if you need anything. Sounds like a plan -” Jason, who had waited until everyone was finished explored your kitchen in hopes of finding some evidence as to who their saviour was.

“Jasonno! They’re working!”

“It‘s an emergency, you’ve been replaced by a clone with adequate cooking skills!” Tim wittily added once leaning against the kitchen doorframe to observe the scene with Damian inspecting the whiteboard before questioning it’s purpose.

“Why leave this if they couldn’t answer then?”

“That’s the point, she will answer and I don’t want to disturb her right now. They’ve done enough for me already.” Dick painfully sighed, strategically slapping Jason’s phone into the air and catching it with his other hand in one swift motion much to the irritation of the latter.

“Hold up - she?” Duke cut in now, holding his hands out for emphasis and subtlety fishing for elaboration.

“Are you dating…?” Jason hummed, taking a moment to analyse Dicks reaction prior to cementing his assumption. “No, but you want to, right?”

“We are not -“

“You want to date someone?” Cass innocently inquired now walking in with a pile of plates, Bruce and Alfred following in afterwards with clean up of their own.

“I mean I -“

“I’ve seen enough of your crushes to know you have one, you’re already flustered by thinking about them romantically.” Bruce effortlessly deducted, Alfred nodding in agreement whilst commencing the washing up.

“You can’t just call me out like that Bats, after everything with been through too.” Dick feigned betrayal, a hand on his heart whilst Bruce shook his head.

“Oh yeah, how long did he wait for Starfire and Barbara though?” Tim jokingly nudged Jason who chuckled at the small dig, though charismatic and charming - when real feelings were involved, Dick Grayson wasn’t one to straightforwardly act on them.

“Real mature guys.”

“I think you should tell her.” Was the sincere voice of reason, Cassandras kind smile enough to silence the devilish remarks of his brothers who now shrugged in defeat.

“We could help…”

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Miraculously, you’d attained reservations at the most eloquent restaurant in Gotham, located in the more luxurious district of the wealthy. As a result, it served only the finest gourmet cuisine and had waiting lists longer than any other, so much so that even Bruce Wayne had yet to successfully book a place at the establishment.

You had given him the news when he’d recounted the events of his family dinner (skipping over certain discussions) and how they were grateful for your generosity.

Now, you’d asked Dick for how many he’d like seated at the table so you could finalise the arrangements - he knew you worked there, meaning staff privileges were likely applied in this situation but he was still left speechless.

Gawking at the skyrocketing prices, Dick now understood how much missing one day of work would seriously cost you - he definitely couldn’t have afforded your time that night after all.

“So, you say you’re paying for this?”

With a painstaking hum of agreement, the eldest nodded with a hint of concern detected on his features, fortunately Bruce had come prepared with his own credit card (just in case). Although his family could be provoking and frivolous toward one another, they were also respectful in situations like these and wouldn’t run the bill up too high like certain members would if Bruce had been footing the bill. Dick had a charismatic bond with all of them in that sense.

Meanwhile, you handled everything in your kitchen of organised chaos as the orders came pouring in, including that of Dicks table who you had yet to formerly greet.

“This is cereal…” The head waiter meant it more of a question than a statement, looking to you with upmost uncertainty due to the simplicity of the dish compared to those on your signature menu.

Did they even stock Lucky Charms with the ingredients? The answer was no, you’d intentionally bought them purely for this very day and scenario.

“I know, I know - please serve it to my neighbour on Table 12, he’ll get it.” You humourously assured the man who seemed to have more to say but didn’t wish to argue with higher authority.

“Ah, Chef…” Your sous chef called moments later, overlooking the scene with mild skeptism before realising the nature of your scheme.

“Hm?”

“Youdo realise he is currently seated with Mr Bruce Wayne, don’t you?” Upon processing that unprecedented information you immediately bolted - hot on the trail of the waiter with a weak promise in your wake.

“What?! I thought he’d bring his friends along not his- oh god, I just sent them cereal- shit, I’ll be right back!”

With strategy and precision, you carefully intercepted the tray only seconds before it’d be placed in front of the empty seat of Dick Grayson - the man in question probably taking a bathroom break.

“Aha, pardon me, this was an incorrect order on my part, please forgive the interruption.” You bowed with an apology, disappearing in hopes the remainder of the party hadn’t the time to fully decipher the mistake.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, this was a table full of detectives who constantly observed even the most trivial of details.

“Was that… cereal?”

The night followed on as planned, yourself wrapped up in cooking and supervising throughout the night with the only interruption coming from the waiting staff informing you that Table 12 would like to meet the Chef. Such a gesture was commonplace for you, customers regarded as strangers being much less intimidating than your neighbours family - you couldn’t comprehend why, it’s not like you were dating him or anything but their auras just radiated strength.

“Good evening, I’m glad to hear you -” Arriving at the table, you weren’t given the chance to finish before Dick had stood to greet you with a warm smile gently brushing your upper arm once deciding against hugging you out of habit.

“Hey, (Y/n). You didn’t come over this morning, everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine Dick I just had to readjust a menu.” You waved his worries off with a grateful nod, hands on your hips in accomplishment as you expected to resume natural conversation with him.

“Okayokay, compliments to you, the food was immaculate - but how do you know our brother?” A youthful male bearing a white streak through his hair cut in, genuine sincerity in his tone when offering his praise before incredulously gesturing to Dick.

“He’s my neighbour.”

“I - he’s a what now?” Duke shook his head in disbelief, looking between you both rather unconvinced.

“Are you kidding me Grayson?!” Tim was next, the most exasperated out of the whole table as he pinched the bridge of his nose whilst Dick quizzically scanned each of his company for insight.

“What…?”

“You got cooking lessons from one of the top Chefs in the whole damn country, you’re friends with her, and you didn’t even know who she was?!” The slimly built youth exclaimed, apparently knowledgeable in regards to the culinary world and had read of your famous reputation.

“(Y/n) (L/n) owns this restaurant Dick. Also, thank for the other week, the recipe was lovely.” Bruce politely added, nodding to you with a smile.

“You didn’t say that, you only said you worked here.” Dick turned to you now, in a feeble attempt to justify his lack of acknowledgment to your renowned status.

“Well,I do. In my defence you never asked, I mean my apartment and kitchen are rather fancy - that didn’t come on minimum wage.” You replied a matter-of-factly with an air of confidence to your voice.

“Are we forgetting that this is also the chef who was going to serve Richard cereal?” At the remark from Duke, a heated flush adorned your skin due to the embarrassment of being caught - the whole table breaking into collective chuckles.

“You were? - Wow that’s such a dick move!” Dick was openly laughing at your failed attempt at humour, lightly nudging your side as you pushed him away in playful defence.

“Shut up! I didn’t realise you were with your family, or else I wouldn’t have done it.”

Jason immediately waved that claim off, cheekily smirking at you as he spoke. “Oh no, I’m so glad you did, honestly it’s the main reason I like you right now.“

“Thatand you spared us the horror of Graysons cooking.” Damian conviently inputted, conniving grin sent to his favourite brother.

“You’re welcome, ah I apologise but I should get back to work so please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you all.” Taking a calculating glance over the expanse of exquisite tables and order exchanges you thought it best to return to your duties with a gracious smile and started toward the kitchen.

“Can I drop by tonight, I won’t be able to afford any thank you gifts after this but I’ll bring you a coffee?” Dick cheerily inquired, causing you to spin on your heel with a shy laugh and confirmation of his proposal.

“Don’t worry, this is my treat. You guys don’t have to pay for anything so enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that you were once again swept up into the busy atmosphere beyond the kitchen doors.

The table remained quiet for a few moments, Dick sitting down and looking to them almost as if searching for their impressions of you only to be met with bemused, impressed and mischievous gazes.

Not for you, oh no - these were shamelessly directed at a now enamoured Dick Grayson.

“Please marry her.”

Damian Wayne: Lost - Part 3

Warnings: Mentions of gore

Request:Lost part 3 requests, and this is the last part.

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It was undetermined how long it had been, everything was blearily aside from the excitement displayed by the surrounding Titans. Damian released a pained groan, finding bandages encasing his torso, the ones centimetres from his heart stained with blood which caused him to wince at the connotations of it.

“Dami! You’re awake!” Came the upbeat tone of his brother, Dick proudly taking a seat on Damian’s bed albeit fully aware of avoiding contact with him as to not overwhelm.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” It was automatic, also slightly demanding, he’d caught fleeting glimpses of everyone else during his lapses of semiconsciousness and it was the last question they’d think he’d ask - the location of his almost murderer. Yet it was the most important thing to him, like it had been for years now.

“(Y/n) tried to kill you so we arrested-”

“Not Arkham…” Damian’s tone was dangerous, instaneously cutying Nightwing off at the mention of imprisonments with his brother already deemed in the wrong for his potential actions.

“No, the local police station for now. You needed time to recover which you’ve done rather well actually.”

”(Y/n) was under the control of HIVE, and if you haven’t noticed my injury may’ve been close to my heart but it didn’t strike it nor any other major organs or arteries - it was in the leastlethal place it could’ve pierced. Doesn’t that say something? Despite the relentless psychotic orders, (Y/n) fought it for months and didn’t severely injure any of us during that time, you can’t imagine the mental tolerance that took, you didn’t see it. And you throw them into a cell?!“ Damian’s voice was venomous, a tone he’d rarely ever equip in a serious manner but after seeing how it had gradually degraded your state he hadn’t the need to sugarcoat his words.

"Wetried to help, but (Y/n) demanded we arrest them until they figured themselves out. They wouldn’t let us visit or make contact or update them on the situation despite our attempts.” Dick justified though guilt was evident, automatically blaming himself for the failure even if it was entirely your decision.

“And you let them?! This is exactly why I can’t trust any of you when I’m gone. Don’t let (Y/n) act on emotional impulse! Idiots!” Admittedly he wasn’t truly angry at his team, now filtering to a remprimanding tone that’d be used in daily conversation which eased their worries at least.

“Damian, we didn’t know how you two worked, we couldn’t replace you nor the way you’d advise them. (Y/n) thought they’d killed you, they couldn’t forgive themselves for that so I suggest you visit as soon as possible.”

That’s what he did, although his discovery was less than pleasant. Your restraints were unlocked, cell empty and officers had no explanation as to how you’d escaped or evaded further capture. Upon his return to Titans Tower, he’d checked the reports on the shared system to search for those of peculiar interest and his assumption was correct - HIVE had lost its influence, various bases had been destroyed within a week and members of alternating hierarchy had been brought into custody anonymously.  This was your abstract form of justice for what they did to you, for what they forced you to do for them and this was your sweet revenge. Damian was purely grateful that you’d done it in the right way, if the tables were turned, he wasn’t sure what lengths he’d be willing to reach in order to avenge someone he loved. But he supposed you were doing right by his memory, and your true self.

It became his new objective, to find you. Now it shouldn’t be difficult, he’d decided to make it a solo mission as to not overwhelm you with his teammates who had spent the last few days tirelessly searching for you. Accepting the fact he was alive would surely be shocking enough let alone the missed chances of reuniting that the team wanted.

However he knew you better than them, like he always had, although he was simply a few minutes behind your trail of destruction - each time missing you by only moments, having you slip through his fingers each and every time.

Instead, he would treat it as game, like those you’d played together albeit out of rivalry rather than contempt but nonetheless, thinking 3 steps ahead of your routine lead him to a rumoured HIVE association that had yet to be infiltrated.

Just like in your games, he was able to corner you this time too, appearing from the shadows as you evaluated the perimeter from an opposing rooftop. His unprecedented silhouette startled you, instinctively taking an offensive stance before the reflective light of the city illuminated his features and it’s like you were struggling for breath in that fire all over again.

“No… I can’t… I killed you…” It came out as mere stammering, disbelief evident in both posture and expression like you’d seen that of a ghost. Which in this case, you thought you had.

“(Y/n), the wound wasn’t fatal - I’ve got the scar and Dicks medical records as proof, you didn’t kill me. I’mhere.” Robin halted his approach the moment you tensed, holding his hands up in defence whilst urging the sincerity in his tone over the distance like a wave.

“You think I’m that naive? You could be a shapeshifter or a figment of my imagination, of everything we’ve seen it’s certainly plausible.” Came your brash reply, notably carrying false confidence as you desperately scoured the young hero for any sighs of trickery in your less than composed state.

“As much as I’d like to argue and say that you’re being an imbecile, your point is valid.” The teen painfully sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose prior to offering a deadpan gaze once more.

“Right, so prove it however you wish - whilst keeping this distance.” The blade swivelled in your hand, using it to gesture between the two of you when necessary in your proposal to which ‘Robin’ accepted.

Damian thought for a moment, quickly skipping past trivial instances you’d shared that might elect a sense of nostalgia personal enough to reestablish the trust in each other. In the end, he took a glance at the time reading 1:24am and a blissful smile graced his lips.

“Good morning (Y/n).”

The gesture essentially was commonplace in everyday life, yet to in the chaotic friendship you shared, it conveyed more than reminisce - it resurfaced every failed greeting, every sarcastic comeback and argument you’d manage to get into before breakfast each morning.

All because he didn’t reciprocate a simple kind gesture like a normal person would.

“Nice try, he’d never -“

“Exactly, because you always said it first.” The ravenette cut you off with smug confidence, emphasising the importance of your justification as he slipped off his hood.

The clatter of metal against concrete echoed in the silence of the night, your vision fading into blurred visions as your gaze remained trained upon his approaching figure regardless of the contrasting smile of relief.

With such a weight lifted from your shoulders, the immense shift being too much for your body to comprehend in such a short period of time forced you to collapse into his arms and in that moment, ensuring his scent was similar and the connection you felt whenever you were with hadn’t wavered, you allowed yourself to find a sense of ‘home’ again. The hug was long overdue by both your standards, it was tight and needy because in honesty you were afraid to let go and it lingered a little too long to be regarded as friendly. It was more than that, you knew, but you could only focus on one rhythmic beating at that point.

Damian Wayne, was breathing.

A pleasantry you never thought you’d be so thankful for considering all the instances you’d wished he’d do so far away from you.

“Morning, Damian.” Despite the brokenness lacing the cocky voice you portrayed, the greeting was all to familiar for the both of you in its domesticity.

This time, there was no insolent remark nor arrogant scoff that followed it. Instead, a silent animosity of understanding - you’d both have time to explain your separate experiences properly once you were reunited with the team, and address the last conversation you’d shared with one another prior to this whole situation but until then, you would focus on your original objective.

“Ready to infiltrate a secret base with me like old times?”

“Try to keep up (L/n)!”

It’s like nothing had changed, Damian was still arrogantly annoying.

Then again, you’d feel lost without him wouldn’tyou?

Damian Wayne: Caught Out

A/N: Update!

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8 months and 13 days.

That’s how long you had been dating Damian Wayne or Robin as you’ve come to understand, however this relationship was kept strictly under wraps meaning no one except Damian and yourself knew about it.

You intended to keep it that way in fear Batman would split you up, granted you’d known Damian for a few years after meeting in Gotham Academy at the age of 11 and remained friends up to the age of 16 - that’s when he unexpectedly asked you out on a date. He’d also revealed that he was Robin when you were 15 and you had visited the Manor many times giving you the opportunity to meet Alfred, Bruce Wayne and Tim on some rare occasions.

Once you started dating, Damian thought it’d be best to keep it from his family as his ‘brothers’ could be very testing and having a girlfriend would definitely have negative repercussions in the form of mockery. So you agreed to go along with it, any visit to the manor was purely platonic and he used his role of Robin to sneak away and visit you during patrol. Dates would happen anywhere outside of the Manor or family interventions fortunately for you.

Usually a tap on on your window would signify his arrival, once you’d open it you received a sweet kiss from your boyfriend and hold normal conversation. If you were lucky he would come in and stay for a while, allowing you to remove his mask before you kissed him.

“Beloved, what are you -"  He questioned, your hand slipping through his hold as you reached for his domino mask.

"I want to see your eyes.” Upon hearing your reason, he released a sigh and allowed you to do as you pleased. One hand lay on your waist and the other traced circles onto your wrist as your thumbs reached the edge of his make to removed it.

Damian held an expression of both confusion and amusement with a raised eyebrow since he didn’t understand the point of your actions but trusted you none the less.

“Don’t look at me like that Dami.” You muttered and then pulled him in for a kiss which he happily returned and you could feel the smirk on his lips as you did so.

That was the basis of your relationship, no one knew. Though life is full of surprises so it couldn’t all be perfect right?

It was a cold evening and unsurprisingly dark despite it only being 6pm, this was Gotham after all. Damian had been absent for over a week and you hadn’t seen him in a while but  assumed he was on a case elsewhere, so when you unexpectedly ran into Robin you were delighted and pulled him into your embrace immediately.

“Hold on.” Robin ordered wrapping arm around your waist and later grappled you to the nearest rooftop.

Soon after you found yourself pinned to a wall with your boyfriend’s lips firmly on yours, pulling away he had a smirk plastered on his face.

“You miss me or something?” You smugly asked, already knowing his unwillingness to admit such feelings as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

“I suppose, beloved.” He quickly confirmed before leaning in to kiss you again, you reciprocated again pulling him closer to you if that was even possible. A few minutes had passed before the thing you dreaded most come to pass…

“Ahem.”

That interruption shattered your whole world, you felt Damian tense up under your touch and not in a good way, very reluctantly your boyfriend pulled away to meet the dark gaze of his father.

“Dark Knight.” Damian acknowledged coldly, you were impressed how he kept his calm demeanour in front of the Batman.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Batman bellowed, classic deep voice used to add emphasis on his anger.

“Kissing my girlfriend, what does it look like?” Damian retorted as if it were the most obvious answer in the world, he certainly retained his standoffish attitude during his absence.

Nightwing appeared beside his mentor following the yell heard from the next rooftop over and came to inspect the commotion, immediately he realised the severity of the situation laid out before him and a blissful smile made its way onto his features.

“Aw, Robin has a girlfriend! He’s all grown up, this is unbelievable. What is your name ma'am?” Nightwing politely inquired, apparently curious.

“(Y/n).” A short answer yes but you didn’t trust yourself to say anymore in fear of faltering, and despite their intimidating presence you’d been putting up with Damian Wayne for almost 7 years.

“Well (y/n), you’re going to have to meet the family sometime - how long has it been now?” The black and blue clad hero continued, admiring Damian’s protective hold over you.

Your breath hitched and of course Damian noticed, Batman was going to kill you if he found out you’d been dating his sidekick for 8 months without his knowledge.

“Long enough for me to know that I love her.”

Nightwing was beaming at his 'brother’s’ statement, Batman held a poker face so you were slightly concerned about his true feelings toward you. Damian turned his head to you for your reaction at his words, yes he called you beloved but you didn’t think he meant it - this was Damian Wayne, son of a millionaire falling for you. Wow.

A genuine smile makes its way to your face and was most likely accompanied by a faint flush, you would’ve kissed him if not for the presence of his mentors which prevented you from doing many things at the moment.

“Does (y/n) know who you are?” Batman intervened, his hand on the bridge of his nose to further elaborate on his frustration.

Paleness overtook, you could not answer this question so gave a pleading look to your boyfriend since you didn’t want to get him into trouble on account of revealing trade secrets.

Unsurprisingly, Damian shrugged this off and cut to the chase - of course.

“If you’re asking if (y/n) knows my identity then the answer is yes.” Robin spoke up, small smirk appearing on his features.

“Then we need to sort this matter privately.” Batman breathed, to any sidekick of the Dark Knight 'privately’ indicated a trip to the Batcave though you were completely oblivious to this hidden meaning.

“Oh oh, can I come?!” Nightwing chimed excitedly.

Batman sent a glare to Nightwing before jumping off of the building, Nightwing gave a mock salute and followed the actions of his mentor leaving Robin and a thoroughly confused you on the rooftop.

Damian took a few steps toward the area where his mentor had disappeared until he realised your expression, his lips forming into a smirk. Taking a few paces back he was able to intertwine his fingers with yours and carefully guide you to the ledge. Releasing a nervous laugh you stepped backwards, you hand still in his.

“Nah-ah, no way, nein, nope, non, not in a million years.”

“Everything will be fine beloved, I will not let you get hurt.” Robin assured, his tone softening at your behaviour and attempted to provide you with some comfort in the form of tracing circles onto your hand with his thumb in a soothing manner.

Reluctantly you retraced your steps back to your boyfriend’s side allowing him to sweep you into his arms so you could wrap yours around his neck for extra security, he was surprisingly strong and made it look so easy. You cursed him quite loudly once he jumped off the roof and fortunately you both landed safely in a car, later discovered to be the Batmobile’s backseat.

Releasing a sigh of relief you noticed you had captivated everyone’s attention, Nightwing wearing an expression of amusement as his arm rested on the front seat turning to you and Batman remained unreadable when staring at you through the centre mirror.

Eyes widening you hesitantly removed yourself from Damian who observed your actions carefully as you slid into the seat next to him.

Unsurprisingly you were fairly embarrassed and eternally grateful when the Batmobile started moving at unfathomable speeds, you were unable to contain your excitement as Gotham’s night lights blurred beside you.

“This is amazing! Okay, we should do this more often.” You grinned, Nightwing taking a quick glance at you.

“I officially approve, (y/n) is great. Damian can you keep her?” He asked happily.

“I intend to Grays- Nightwing, as long as you don’t scare her off…” Damian scowled at his 'brother’ despite the internal pride brewing due to Grayson’s approval.

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Arriving at the Batcave was a momentous occasion for you, it was truly a site to behold and Damian had to resort to practically dragging you through to the main area because you found everything so fascinating.

“Beloved I understand this is new to you but -”

“Damian, have you seen this place though?!” You marvelled, taking in a variety of aspects in awe as you continued a stop-start walked, Robin by your side.

“Yes (y/n), I see it almost everyday.” Damian retorted monotonously as if it were the most obvious thing in the world - which supposedly it was.

“But Damian, it’s amazing! Look! Why didn’t you show me this sooner? It’s huge.” You continued, leaving Robin quite amused at your bewilderment, like that of a kid in a candy store.

“Because Batman wouldn’t allow it, speaking of…” Your boyfriend started, hoping you’d get the hint.

“Yeah, yeah Batman and all that, but are you seeing all of this? A helicopter, a motorcycle, batarangs, Batman and - Damian - Batman!” You began your observations full of wonder but upon facing Batman you instantly sought the assistance of your boyfriend - with the presence of the Dark Knight before you, the stammering occurred after the initial realisation and you instinctively clutched Damian’s arm a little tighter. Damian initially smiled at the way you simply brushed off Batman to begin with but found it cute how you attempted to suppress your embarrassment.

.

“Miss (L/n), it’s intriguing that you are dating my son and failed to mention this to me.” Batman smiled during his statement and went to remove his cowl.

Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s son. Bruce was Batman, obviously after Damian had revealed to you that he was in fact Robin you suspected his father of being Batman. After all, you’d need alot of money to finance all of this, Robin is quite close to Batman and the Manor would provide easy access to the Batcave of course. It was kind of obvious now that you thought about it.

At this point, you were unsure how to begin and welcomed any distractions - fortunately Alfred made his way down the stairs bearing a tray of refreshments and eagerly took this opportunity.

“Hi Alfred!” You beamed, waving to the butler you’d come to be very fond of.

“Ah Miss (Y/n), I was wondering how long it would take for you to find your way here.” The elderly butler acknowledged, a hint of happiness detected in his tone.

“Did you know these two were dating?” Bruce asked his loyal butler, gesturing to the teenagers before him.

“I had my suspicions Master Bruce.” Alfred replied, handing a hot drink to Nightwing.

“How long?” Your boyfriend’s father questioned again, this time in a less distressing tone.

“About 8 months sir.” Awkwardly came from your lips, causing Nightwing to choke on his beverage and Bruce to raise an eyebrow. Damian smirking at their reactions, clearly you’d hidden your relationship verywell.

“Well then… It’s nice to finally see you two together. I am happy for you both.” Bruce commented after a lengthy silence, Nightwing held a thumbs up to you both behind Batman allowing you to relax a little.

“Thank you father.”

“Yes, thank you Mr Wayne.” You echoed

“Youcan call me Bruce (y/n), you know that.” Bruce genuinely smiled, with a nod from you, both Bruce and Nightwing left the cave accompanied by Alfred.

.

Damian and yourself remained in the Batcave, the atmosphere settling due to the acceptance given by Damian’s family.

“That went… better than I thought…” You breathed, relief still evident.

“Agreed.” Damian acknowledged quite content himself.

It was then you recalled the words your boyfriend had said earlier and decided now was a great time to call him up on them.

“So… you love me?”

“I thought that was obvious in the ways I show you affection beloved?” Damian retorted, slight bewilderment in his voice due to the fact you were actually questioning his feelings toward you.

“Yeah, but it’s nice to hear those words sometimes because I love you too Damian.” You justified wistfully, causing Damian to turn to you with wide eyes at your statement.

“I understand why you believe those words are 'nice to hear’ now I’ve heard you say them to me (y/n).” You boyfriend smirked, pulling you close to him and carefully placed his lips on yours.

“Uh Bruce?! Is there a new Batgirl I didn’t know about because Damian has taken quite a liking to her!” Tim yelled upon entering the Batcave and witnessing the scene before him.

Bruce Wayne: Ladies Man

A/N: A bit of Batman because I don’t have enough on here.

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It was simply a side job, in Gotham such honest living was difficult to come by so when an old friend of the family offered you a waitress position at their bar you couldn’t refuse whilst getting through school at 16. Who wouldn’t want to earn some cash right? Surprisingly they upheld a few laws, like not letting you serve alcohol but if you remained then it would be something you’d learn among other things.

After 2 years, one interesting thing about the job was the vast variety of customers the bar attracted. You intermingled with the likes of Gotham royalty, both of upper class and the underground depending on the day and being a long term employee meant they remembered your name whether you liked it or not. Unfortunately, due to your uncanny ability to charm just about anyone, you were the pub favourite often requested to serve and the owner adhered to the requests of the wealthy for obvious reason - plus they tipped you generously.

Among these was young bachelor Bruce Wayne, you were on a first name basis with how often his friends came in clubbing. They weren’t 21 but money and fake IDs do the talking. Although you cared not for their names, it was Bruce who seemed more mysterious and calculating than he’d ever let on.

Tonight he sat at the bar in contemplation, a member of his group snogging the face off of some lass rather lazily in your opinion.

“I’m surprised you aren’t indulging in the same luxuries.” You casually addressed your friend, sliding your platter onto the bar and leaning on it beside him gesturing to the aforementioned pair.

“I’m not great at charming women yet. The status does it all for me right now.”

“You can’t rely on that! You’re Bruce Wayne, I expect you to be smooth and have me falling at your feet. What if there’s a girl you really like who won’t care for your status hm?” He raised a brow at your playful tone, but you’d captured his interest as you usually did unintentionally.

“I don’t know, I haven’t met one yet.”

“Alright then we’re going to prepare for that day so she’ll be wanting more. C’mon, show me.” You patted the bar for emphasis, smirking at his suddenly confused expression.

“Right here, now?”

“Dazzle me.” Came your simple yet upbeat response as you gestured him to bring it.

“Okayfine. So uh… you come here often?” Bruce attempted rather awkwardly, leaning against the bar in a way he thought to be seductive as you remained unreadably silent.

“Pfffttt that’s the best you’ve got?” You couldn’t hold your laughter for long, head falling into your arms on the bar to stifle them.

“No - no! (Y/n) it’s not that funny…” He hummed, lightly nudging your arm to regain your full attention.

“You’re right, I just - it was sobad. You’re so crap at flirting it hurts!”

“Oh? How would you do it then?” For someone so young, he was challenging and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

You ran your hands through your hair, fingers gently grazing his arm with a gentle bite of your lip.

“Now now, we can’t have you falling for a mere waitress now can we?”

“You’re not just a waitress (Y/n)…” His gaze followed you around the bar as you now learnt over it with a courteous smirk.

“Right there - you watched me walk away, I already have you hooked right?”

“Wait - that didn’t - you didn’t use a pick up line or anything! How does that even count?” Bruce looked back and forth, stammering once coming to the realisation that you’d charmed him so easily whilst you leaned back to clean a glass.

“Look, chances are that pickup lines are only going to be laughed about and to break the ice anyway, after that you’ve just gotta be yourself. The people who are worth it will stick around.” You gave a haphazard shrug with a genuine smile on your lips and you nodded to the billionaire across from you. It always caught him off guard, the amount of wisdom you held for someone only his age.

“Like you?”

“There are better people in the world than me Bruce Wayne.”

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The air was bitter as you stood outside the usually welcome doors of your workplace, ones that remained closed due to recent occurrences. You held the keys and deed between your fingers, fiddling due to the unfamiliar weight of newfound responsibility - the owner was always a mysterious man, striking resemblance to a character from Kingsman adorned with a British accent and designer suits. Even so his death came as a shock, his Will stating that his bar and all its contents be passed on to you even more baffling.

“The only thing you’ll catch out here is a cold.” A calm but witty voice commented, the man now standing beside you expecting your signature snark.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard the news, and I thought you might like some company doing this. I know you could handle it but I’m here.” Bruce casually answered, your friendship remained constant through the years even if surprising. It seemed you just couldn’t get rid of each other.

“Is it a nightclub? Pub? Restaurant? A combination of all that? Is that even legal? I can’t run this place - I don’t even know what the hell it is! And the customers - they’re… well, some of them are illegal…” You grimaced at your overwhelmed outburst, palm slipping from the door it once had the intention of opening.

“Hey, why don’t you come over to the Manor? I’ve got the evening free and we can go through it all together, and I’ll attempt to lighten you up as we go.” You were carefully torn from the door, the millionaire holding your hands in his, the warmth a welcome comfort from the breeze of Gotham.

“The key word in there was ’attempt’, wasn’t it?” You met his concerned gaze now, tone holding expectant sarcasm despite remaining laced with defeat.

“It has been said that my brooding can get in the way.” Bruce responded, hand rubbing the back of his neck out of what you assumed was embarrassment.

“Sounds fun, lead the way oh rich one.” You released a half hearted chuckled as the male rolled his eyes, offering his arm to you. However, the foreign soft whisper that followed caught him off guard so much so that he almost made a spelling error on the email currently cancelling tonight’s scheduled meeting.

“And thanks Bruce… for everything.”

You spent the night at the Manor, delving into your insecurities and Bruce aided in the business side of things where he could in aid of settling at least some of the worries you had. Afterwards you enjoyed one another’s company, catching up on the weeks events as well as the unfurling of his newest addition to the household over the fanciest champagne and 5* meal courtesy of Alfred who you’d convinced to dine with you also.

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In a month or so with Bruce’s support you were able to apply your extensive knowledge of the business into running it as your predecessor had and since the regulars knew you already it made it much easier as profits rolled in rather substantially. Now you knew how the old manager could afford his luxury suits.

Tonight though, Bruce made an appearance looking rather despondent and almost exhausted which may not be so obvious to surrounding staff or those not close to him but of course, you were an exception.

Naturally, you leaned on the opposite side of the bar, promoting a weak smile after you’d asked what was bothering the man.

“A business deal didn’t go quite how I expected, and it kept me up all night.” Bruce summarised, strategically avoiding the details regarding Penguin.

“Then I believe you need some cheering up, I hope you don’t have any plans because they are now cancelled~”

“The Manor is free, I can get some strawberrry champagne (Y/n) -”

“Nope, it’s my turn. You’re about to find out how us commoners spend our evenings.”

Without another word you walked him to your spacious apartment which was only around the corner, the hefty bar profits kept it well furnished and your cupboards stocked - even so, you convinced the billionaire to lower his standards to order in which you paid for against his protest.

“I’m paying this time, you’re the one whose had it rough recently so I’mtreatingyou. That’s what friends are for, besides this food is a little below your pay grade don’t you think?” You laughed as you filtered through your movie collection before finding a perfect selection for the night.

“If you think that after adopting Dick that I haven’t been subjected to takeout then you’re sorely mistaken. I quite enjoy it actually.” The billionaire replied rather smugly, slowly growing accustomed to the relaxing atmosphere you and your home radiated. Bruce, for once, felt oddly content.

The movie began and ended, the time filled with idle conversation of which grew deeper as the credits rolled and continued whilst you pottered in the kitchen. Moments later you emerged with a tray, Bruce opening his mouth and closing it being too taken aback to comment.

“I present to you, Chocolat de (L/n).” Came your dramatic voice, accent where necessary to add charm.

Bruce shot you an amused glance, carefully taking on of the two tall mugs from the tray you held - the hot chocolate topped with cream, marshmallows and a flake - very appealing to the eye and tastebuds. It was practically famous in your club.

“(Y/n)?! This is - incredible.”

“Why thank you, only the best for you right?”

He smiled at that, a genuine smile that he’d hoped expressed his immense gratitude right about now.

“That must be why I have you then.”

“Ah, now that is a smooth line. Being in my company has improved your skills huh?” You wittily countered, though Bruce only offered a hopeless yet content sigh.

Clearly they weren’t as effective as you believed.

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Bruce seemed refreshed after leaving that night, he’d emphasised his regret of not being able to see you in person to thank you properly over the various texts you’d exchanged in the past week - although, as you were wiping down the counter after an early close you were not expecting the uncanny interruption.

An hallowing echo against the oak bar captured your attention, finding a sheepish bachelor at it’s origin.

"What’s this?” You inquired as you picked up the item he’d placed down moments ago, inspecting it precariously.

“It’s premium Raspberry Ripple White Hot Chocolate - I thought we could try it, together.”

“How on Earth do you get as many women as you do with vague attempts like that hm?” An amused brow was raised in his direction, the action relaxing the millionaire more than he’d admit.

“I’m much smoother when I don’t actually have genuine feelings for someone, as such I suppose you don’t get the privilege of cliché pick up lines. So what do you say (Y/n)?” It was unorthodox yes, but judging by your quiet laugh he assumed it was the way you’d want it.

"You had me at ’Do you come here often?’”

-BONUS-

“You’re saying that line worked.” Bruce taunted from his place by the Manors kitchen island, you sipping your drink with a nonchalant argument.

“It did not. It was awful.”

“I had this all semi planned from the beginning (Y/n).” He smugly replied, tone basking in the victory of the overly drawn out ‘plan’.

“Hah! I refuse to believe this is how you predicted things to go when we first became friends.” It was possible but it had been years since you’d first met, he could not have suspected you’d ever end up together this far ahead.

“You’re correct Miss (Y/n), Master Bruce spent the entire evening whining about how he’d embarrassed himself in front of you after your little competition and that it was near impossible to win your affections. A common occurrence whenever he visited your bar really…” The loyal butler unceremoniously intervened, pride radiating from his unwanted revelation as he entered the kitchen.

“Alfred.” Bruce released a defeated groan as he had you wrapped around his finger for a second, something he’d wanted to relish in for a few seconds before Alfred had besotted you with the truth.

You however, were pleased with the information, winking at your partner with a gracious smirk befalling your lips.

“Knew it.”

Older Batsis: Wally West

A/N: A bit of fun in time for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings:Sexual implications (no smut or anything), mature language

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Entering the manor and slamming the door behind you was supposed to be like entering a world of welcoming warmth that you could melt into, not be only a degree or so lower than the frozen wasteland you’d just escaped from.

You glanced around the hallway, darkness filling the area leaving you with a frustrated sigh - power was out. Fortunately you’d mentally mapped out the floorplan over your years and navigated your way to a lounge and lit the fireplace with a content hum.

You’d shed your wet, snow covered, outer layers but with a sudden breeze you instantly regretted that decision and spun to meet the offender with a defeated huff.

“Hey beautiful, we’re working on a case down in the Batcave but heard the door slam so your brothers sent me up to check on you since ‘super speed’ and they didn’t want to move away from the heaters.” The alias under the Flash crossed his arms once quoting 'super speed’, offering a flirty wink which even now still doubled your heart rate.

“They s-stole all the he-heaters… Shitbags. I - I’m free-freezing Wally.” You barely managed through chattering teeth, understanding that though the Manor was powerless the Batcave ran off of a different source meaning they were toasty down there.

“I could steal you one, plus you’ve already armed yourself with your fluffy blanket.” He gestured to the item splayed in front of the fireplace to warm it up before you had the opportunity to utilise it, instead choosing to welcome you into his arms for a warm hug.

“Wa- Are you vibrating?” You disregarded his last comment in favour of your query, tilting your head at his minuscule shifting stature unsure as to whether you were just shivering.

“Yeah, keeps me warm.”

“Can you do me?”

“I, yes - any day of the week - but lemme get this straight, are you asking me to be your vibrator (Y/n)?” His reply was full of smugness, you pulled back to catch his playful smirk.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant for warmth!”

“I know, couldn’t resist~” He chuckles to himself, meeting your frustrated gaze with a kind smile as it remained comfortably silent for a few seconds before you spoke.

“But - but can you, y'know, vibrate?” Your hands settled on his chest out of your sudden curiosity, tables now flipping as he became the flustered one partly due to your insinuating words which caught him off guard in its supposed innocence.

“I mean, almost all of my past partners haven’t known about the speed thing so…” This was killing him, you knew exactly what you were doing and had very little shame about it either. While you seemed untroubled by his presence - ever since you’d arrived he’d been muting all vividly romantic thoughts, holding his tongue with pick up lines and resisted the urge to hold you like he’d so desperately wanted. Like he did at your house, like you did at his apartment… The Manor was dangerous territory and acting on those lustful instincts were supposedly best avoided.

Though you had alternative ideas.

“I know about your speed, and I really need warming up Wally.” Your voice was seductively enticing, your lips choosing sensitive placement on his neck and he released a shaky breath reflecting the wavering if his willpower. Damn you.

“(Y/n)… your brothers w-” It came after a satisfied moan, Wally biting his lip and gently parting from yours before attempting a weak justification he had absolutely no belief in.

“Won’t miss you too much.” You finished for him, kissing his jaw and awaiting his response.

“And you?”

“I’ll show you how much I missed you~”

In the next instance you felt soft silky fur of your blanket against your back, Wally hovering above you with the fire dancing in his irises and illuminating his skin in a brilliant golden glow - you swore he never looked more attractive. It was rather ironic, who’d have thought losing clothes would make your temperature skyrocket?

.

Back in the Batcave, Dick barely caught the dash of his friend, now shirtless and rooting through his belongings for a spare apparently.

“Woahwhathappened?!”

Wally flinched at the sudden brief contact with his back and the painful sting that came with it causing him to speed a metre or so away now in a fresh sweatshirt. His healing would kick in soon.

Your beautiful, stunning, incredibly persuasive sister happened.

Dick gave him a quizzical glance, the claw marks on his best friends back obviously quite fresh and the afflicter was unknown.

“Ah - Alfred - the cat one, he kinda caught me off guard when I was with (Y/n)?” He didn’t sound at all convincing but they assumed it was down to sheer embarrassment at being bested by a feline.

“Perfect, his training has paid off.” Damian now fully invested in the conversation added, indicating he had an ulterior motive which was unsurprising considering the protectiveness he held over his eldest sister.

“What training?” Dick cautiously questioned, now concerned with his own safety as well as overtaken by sheer curiosity.

“Whenever West makes a move toward our sister, Alfred will attack. Clearly my training methods are effective.”

“Hold up, did you make a move on our sister?!” Dick incredulously shot to his best friend, Damian now narrowing his gaze at the sighing red head.

God yes, multiple pleasurable moves.

“I hugged her.” Not a lie, but not a full truth either, those was better left private but Damian wasn’t fully convinced and made a step toward the stairway.

“Hmm, how about we ask (L/n) then?”

“Nodon’t! Uh - she’s asleep in front of the fire and looks really peaceful.” He began protectively, speeding over to block the Robins exit before becoming flustered when explaining his reasoning.

“That why you were gone so long?” Grayson raised a brow, noting the odd behaviours and body language but ultimately didn’t dwell on it.

No, things got way hotter than originally planned.

“Yeah, I helped her find some blankets and start the fire. Then we caught up a bit, we haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks.”

They displayed disinterested at this point, content in knowing they’re worst fears hadn’t been realised.

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It was late evening when you stirred from your peaceful hour long nap, instinctively your fingers reached across the array of soft blankets finding only empty warmth. With a soft smile you’d concluded Wally had waited until you’d fallen asleep in his arms before heading back down to the Batcave, knowing him he’d probably remained a little longer simply enjoying the afterglow and warmth that followed such intimacy with you.

A pleased sigh escaped your lips when you moved to stand, the aching of your leg muscles a rather welcomed one in your opinion - regardless, as you already donned Wallys hoodie you dressed yourself fully before heading down to the cave.

“Why are you wearing Wallys hoodie?” Stephanie inquired somewhat suggestively the moment you entered, eyebrows wriggling as an indicator.

“Hmm, oh well after having sex by the fire it was the closest thing to me so logically I was too lazy to get anything else.” You boredly sighed, Wally paling at your sheer lack of secrecy whereas Spoiler wasn’t expecting such an open answer leaving her speechless.

Despitehating how brutally honest you were, the way you worded it so unbelievably paid off and consecutively too.

“No seriously though.” Dick tried again, dismissing your last answer like usual whenever you’d given such brash replies regarding your activities.

It was rather ingenious actually, if they ever found out about Wally then they couldn’t blame either of you for not telling them because, in fact, you consistently did - it’s not your fault they didn’t believe you.

“Seriously. I genuinely just made love to your best friend.” There wasn’t a hint of misleading this time, expression casual with a smug nod to Dick who only rolled his eyes.

“Hey babe, you know they’d murder me right?” The speedster indicated to Damian carefully sharpening his katana, though his overuse of pet names meant your family paid no mind to them any more.

“They’d have to get through me first.” You wink at him, your brothers scoffing at the thought even if they knew you were being honest.

Even so, you linked your arm with the speedsters despite his hesitancy at displaying any form of contact in the presence of your family - but you were good friends, a fact your family knew all too well.

“Wanna have a rather late dinner at my place tonight?”

“Sounds perfect, would you like me to get takeout or should we attempt a recipe?” Wally relaxed at the casual tone of voice, one he found familiarity in as you both left wrapped up in conversation.

Not an unusual occurrence really, but still, that didn’t cease the racing minds of the young detectives that remained.

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It was a few moments, Damian’s glare solely focused on the two of you happily retreating, before some spark of realisation surged through him.

“Wait… There were no claw marks on his hoodie…”

“Meaning when Alfred got to him, he wasn’t wearing it so - WALLY!” Dick finished, shooting after his best friend who had probably already swept you off by now - Damian more than willing to take the war to your apartment.

“The cat was happily wrapped in Wallys hoodie so it couldn’t have attacked him really… Ohmygod what if it wasn’t Alfred at all! Ahhhhhh~!” Stephanie clasped her hands together out of both enthusiasm and shock, low-key fangirling about the possibility despite its implications.

“Uh - or maybe, the cat attacked Wally when he gave (Y/n) his hoodie to keep her warm.” Tim justified, one that supported the proficiency of Damian’s feline training and as such already semi convinced the youngest by praising his ego - the theory made sense. Dick and the youngest offered shrugs to each other before heading off to grab some files whereas Steph withheld a suspicious expression toward her partner.

“You…You‘re covering for them. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Tim! Why would (Y/n) even consult you in the first place?” She knew it was likely due to his lack of interference, that and no doubt you outrightly told him if he happened to ask the right questions which Tim had a knack for doing.

“Because I’m the favourite.” He offered her a smug wink, once more typing away leaving a pouting Steph with Alfred the cat purring at her leg. The creature hadn’t taken in any of Robins orders or laid a claw on West and yet radiated waves of accomplishment.

“Traitor… Damian won’t be very pleased once he finds out you allowed Wally near (Y/n) kitty cat.”

Dick Grayson: Fate

A/N: This was actually an idea from a fictional book I was thinking of writing, cut down and shortened of course. I figured it shouldn’t go to waste so let’s apply it to an Imagine.

Warning:Mature Language

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Destiny?

Fate?

What complete and utter magical bullshit.

Another downpour filled Gotham’s skies and all you could offer in acknowledgement was a vile curse to the sky - now anyone else would’ve assumed you were furious at the world, or simply crazy but you knew better.

It was a recurring phenomenon, a hex if you will, although your ‘orphanage’ had claimed that Fate followed you - as a child that meant nothing, but adulthood certainly made oddities more noticeable andannoying.

Firstly, dating had become a problem, it most certainly wasn’t your appearance as you had been approached on occasion by more confident individuals who’d attempt to win your affections but that’s where it ended.

It began with a charming brunette, the man complimenting your smile and asking if you needed any help navigating Gotham city - a subtle way of asking for a date but before you could answer the sky boomed in your place. Rain hammered down in the next second and you quickly covered yourself barely catching the fading voice of your companion.

“Crap! Forgot my umbrella I’m really sorry, gotta run!”

You never saw him again, nor did you think much of the unpredicted weather conditions.

It took a while for you to become familiar with the pattern, how the universe was desperate to keep you single for the entirety of your life. Often you wondered why, at the beginning you were ridiculously naive to believe it was in aid of finding your soulmate, that one person who Fate had chosen to connect you with to live happily ever after…

Then there was a charismatic blonde, this guy a degree more flirty than the last as you flushed with a mere line. Then he asked if he could walk you through the park and grab lunch afterwards due to the rare clear skies of the usually drab city. You gave him a deadpan look, his panty dropping smirk faltering briefly.

“Give it a second mate.” You breathed, lazily gesturing to the sky which remained oddly clear.

You were growing suspicious…

“Ohhhh, you’re a bit fucking late with this one huh?” Your voice evidently confused as you glared daggers into the unknown force, the blonde obviously weirded out by this slowly edged away and that’s when you realised.

“Ah, well played! You got me to drive this one away myself, that was low even for you!” You responded to the silence, tone more frustrated this time.

However, lightning cracked in reply and once more, you were drenched by the rain and could only offer a middle finger to the sky in defeat. Fate wins again, and this time it was literally laughing at you.

“Bitch…”

Another clap of thunder mocked your rather pitiful insult in comparison.

.

Although with maturity, experiences like above and the fact you definitely were not a normal human being, after some time you settled on the possibility that gifts like yours were not meant to be shared. Either that or Fate had decided you were it’s life long soulmate - at this point you didn’t give a shit. You’d learnt to carry an umbrella everywhere you went, with the amount of people who regularly tested Fates patience you had to be prepared for unpredictable weather changes.

Today was a unique one though. It felt off, you could sense the unease in the air despite following a semi regular routine which you’d learnt was another gift of yours. You peacefully enjoyed your beverage in the tea shop as you normally did - only after escaping the natural light rainy showers, you curled up by the window overlooking the sky in an attempt to detect any abnormalities in the atmosphere to no avail. It was as if something was waiting to happen, you hadn’t really felt anything this strong by your recollection and it only worsened as you left the cozy cafe. The weather was clear, hopefully it’d stay -

“Excuse me, sorry I just - you um - I was gonna say you have really beautiful eyes but I wasn’t very smooth about it all…” The young man scratched the back of his neck out of embarrassment, flush adorning his features.

“Don’t worry, I’ve heard more interesting ones.” You offered a comforting laugh and he took it as a positive sign to continue.

“If you’re willing to grab a coffee, I can try to do better but - wah, it wasn’t supposed to rain?” He quickly pulled up his hoodie as you haphazardly directed him to the nearest shelter with an exasperated sigh - serves you right for actually getting hopeful, nonetheless the guy seemed nice enough.

This time, you shot a defeated glance to the sky as it reflected your darkening emotions, you were basically depression incarnate bringing bad weather wherever you went. Was it so much to ask for someone?

“Hey, you need an umbrella?” An unfamiliar voice asked, and upon turning to the handsome stranger the crack of lightning reflected the sensational spark in your veins.

“Trust me, I always carry an - no way.” You instinctively reached into your bag expecting to find it in its normal place, but when you felt emptiness your stomach sickened - it was then you recalled it’s perch in the cafe where you hadn’t retrieved it from before leaving.

Oh my god, of all the times why now?!

The man must’ve observed the internal panic you were feeling, words failing you at this particular point and so he took the opportunity to provide reassurance.

“Hey, I’m catching the bus which is in 3 minutes so you can have mine once it arrives?” The male grinned, holding his umbrella over your dampening strands. No one, not one of your doomed encounters had even offered you their jacket or umbrella before…

Was it possible that Fate had subtly been keeping the local dickheads out of your life this entire time? Noooo, you’d missed out on some good ones. But why was this man so special?

“I’m catching the bus too, if it’s okay can I stand under it with you until then please?”

“Yeah of course, I’m Dick Grayson by the way.” He charmingly stated, shifting the umbrella before offering you his hand. With a soft smile, you shook it albeit with hesitance.

“(Y/n) (L/n), and I’m sorry about the storm.”

“You say that like it’s your fault.” Dick didn’t hide his bemused chuckle, turning to find you looking rather guilty and decided to continue. With everything he’d seen, he wasn’t one to dismiss such things so easily.

“But if it is, just ask the sun to shine or something.”

“Ohreally? You think that’ll work - alright. Oi, I’m tired of your crap so can I have the damn sun already?!” Voice dripping with sarcasm, you ‘politely’ spoke to the sky.

“You’ve gotta ask nicely (Y/n), jeez.” Dick playfully chided, wearing an amused smile as he did so.

“Please can I have the damn sun? How was that hm?” You flicked your smug gaze back to Grayson, his smirk only widening at your sassy attitude.

To both your surprise, the rain slowly ceased with the sun splitting through the dull clouds as to testify to your lack of faith.

“Well look at that, it seems like you’ve got it all sunshine.”

”Don’tever call me that again.“ Your once enamoured gaze shot to him, now mildly irritated with the petname.

"Aha you don’t like it, I suppose you think it’s too bright for you.” He responded, clearly considering your more reserved demeanour in his assumption.

"We’ve just met, you’re forbidden to give me nicknames until at least 20 minutes in.”

“Hmm, then - hey, our bus is delayed…” Dick trailed off, looking at the monitor overhead with less disappointment than expected. 30 minute delay? Fuck!

“Okay I’m heading to the deli on the corner as I haven’t eaten lunch yet, would you like anything whilst I’m there? Y'know, as a thank you?” You took two steps toward the road, turning back to question the kind man before you.

But instead he surprisingly joined your side, falling into step with you and cheerily keeping up conversation considering you’ll apparently be spending the next half hour together.

“Guess I’ll be able to give you that nickname after all huh sunshine?”

You patiently waited for your food, the male beside you seemingly lost in quiet thought with hands in his pockets and gazed calmly up at the now crystal clear sky.

“I don’t mean to sound cliché or corny but this whole situation has got me thinking about something - do you um, do you believe in fate?”

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“Likefuck do I.”

A/N: Sooo I got this idea after I watched the vow, (great movie btw) It’s not requested, I’ve just had in it drafts for a really long time. I’m not sure anyone’s really going to like it? But I figured I would post it to see what happened. I’ve already gotten a few more parts written, so if you like the story please let me know so I can post those! Anyways, I’ll stop rambling  Love you all! 

Pairing: Green Lantern Reader x Dick Grayson (Nightwing) 

If you could describe it in one word, blank. 

It had been blank before. Why had it gone?

The first thing that came back to you was sound. A constant, steady beeping. A machine rising and falling. The worried and hushed whisper of voices, voices, people… you felt a hand brush over yours. Touch. The lingering placement spoke of worry and care. Your mother maybe? Your father? 

You felt an itchy sheet underneath you, and you laid on a rather stiff bed, the mattress odd and unforgiving. 

Almost as odd as the stench of disinfectant. Smell… like sickness and bleach… like a hospital.

Hospital, you frantically blinked open your eyes. White light, much too bright assaulted you as you rapidly tried to adjust. 

As if through a tunnel you could hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly, the shuffling of feet, the even louder murmur of voices. 

Hospital. 

You hated hospitals. 

You were covered by a thin sheet, tubes were attached to your arms, you were trapped. How did you get here? Why were you here? Who are you people?
The heart monitor’s beeps increased in frequency, urging your heart to beat faster to keep up. 

A few People rushed To restrain you, and unfamiliar faces crowded your vision.
Too many people, too many hands, curling yourself up, you cradled your throbbing head and cried out. 

Oh god, make it stop, make it all stop, take you back to when it was blank. 

“Hey! Back off her alright?” An outlying voice said, a tone of anger wavering in their voice. 

The hands withdrew, steps faded away- you must remember to thank that angry voice. 

You felt someone brush the hair off your forehead, and flinched at the contact. It hurt, oh lord, your head hurt. 

“(Y/N)?” A gentle voice whispered, and the soul inside of you leapt with recognition, as if crying: (Y/N)! Yes! That’s me! I’m (Y/N)! 

You slowly tipped your head up, blinking once again at the bright surroundings, and your eyes immediately focused on blue.

The blue you dream of, the color blue the sky is when you are a child, the blue the ocean is when you can see all the way to the bottom, the blue of the ever constant tides and of the calming midspring rains, the blue that was so full of emotion… 

“Thank god.”

You blinked multiple times, focusing on the whole picture rather than the one detail. 

A man, you were staring  at a man. You could see the slight differences of skin tone where if he had been paler there would have been a splash of freckles, his messy black hair, the way he had a slight scar above his left brow, the forgotten laugh lines and deep dark circles around his eyes- his bright blue eyes- it looked like he hadn’t slept in days… you were much too close, and he was far too attractive. 

Scrambling backwards, you took a ragged breath as the room around you became much clearer. 

“Shh, (Y/N), it’s alright, you’re safe, we’re in the hospital,” the man said soothingly and you begrudgingly nodded. 

Confusion swirled in your brain, like a fog that was too dense to navigate through. It seemed to settle over things you knew you should know- like a blanket covering memories you felt tugging at you, but no matter how hard you tried the fog wouldn’t dissipate. 

“I-” you coughed, your voice coming out much more pathetic than you had realized. 

A small foggy pink glass of water was held in front of you, and with a jerky movement you glanced up. 

A tall, imposing man stood next to your bedside. He so seemed impossibly wide and formal you couldn’t help but feel intimidated. His eyes were kind but his jaw was harsh. 

Carefully taking the glass, you swallowed a few gulps. 

“My… my head hurts,” you said slowly, wincing ever so slightly. 

A nurse glanced at you and checked the chart in her hand, with a warm smile she patted your foot. 

“That’s completely normal after what you’ve been through sweetheart. I’ll go get you something for that." With that, she headed out the door, leaving you with the three men- your doctors?

You wrinkled your nose is confusion. "I don’t understand- what I’ve been through?" 

The imposing man looked you over worriedly. 

"You were gravely injured in the fight against The legion of doom, you took on Sinestro even though your ring had been dangerously low on power-” he stopped as the brown haired man behind him scoffed. 

“We told you not to! You could have died (Y/N)! Do you have any idea how much-”

“Hal!” The blue eyed man snapped, and the imposing man sighed. 

“We’ll lecture you another day, we are all just glad you’re alright."  

Your eyes widened in confusion. 

"Excuse me, but what the heck?” You glanced between the men-doctors in utter confusion. “Who’s… Sin-Jesto? What ring? Why would you Lecture me? And Why did you start yelling at me? Where are my parents?" 

”(Y/N),“ the blue eyed doctor began and you shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze. 

"Don’t you remember us?”

“I’m sorry, remember you? Aren’t you just my doctors? Wha-”

“What’s going on here?” The nurse returned, glaring between the three men.

“You said she would recover! You said she would be fine!” The blue eyed man launched to his feet, jabbing a finger angrily in your direction, glaring at the nurse, as (Hal? Maybe was his name?) whirled on her as well. 

“Brain injuries aren’t that simple, Mr. Grayson. I said she would recover, the odds were good but there’s always unforeseen side affects. She’s alive, and awake. And that’s what counts,” the nurse placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give it time, You have to give her time.”

The man- Mr. Grayson, turned to you. 

“Do you really not remember?” He asked quietly as he sat on the chair next to you. 

“I’m sorry, should I?” You frowned. He  looked so heartbroken as He carefully placed his hand over yours. 

“(Y/N), it’s me, Dick, your husband, and Bruce.”

It felt like you stared at him for hours. 

This… this man, Dick, he was your husband? And his name was… Dick?
You couldn’t help the bubble of incredulous laughter that rose in your throat.
“I’m- I’m sorry! It’s just- how are you my husband? Why’s your name Dick?”

“Sweetheart, I still ask those questions,” Hal responded and Dick shot him a glare. The nurse turned her head to you in worry. 

“Honey, what’s the last thing you remember?" 

You frowned, biting your lip in concentration. It was hard to pinpoint an exact memory. 

"I- It had just snowed. We were at my House, my mom told me to grab my gloves before school, and that’s it? Why?" You shrunk under the woman’s worried gaze. “Yeah, about that where are my parents?" 

Dick, (Seriously, how was that his name?), took a sharp breath. 

”(N/N), it’s 2022,“ Dick said softly. You spluttered. 

2022? How was that even possible? You needed a mirror, you needed to see…
As soon as you tried to get up, Dick tried to hold you down. You shrunk back for a moment under his touch before trying to push him off you. 

"I need to see! Just let me up alright?” You snapped, and he immediately pulled his hand back. 

“It’s alright,” the nurse informed you stood warily. The older man, Bruce, Dick mentioned, carefully moved the iv drip so you wouldn’t tangle the cords. 

Dick got up too, and when you looked in the mirror you took rapid steps back. This girl- she barely looked like you! Her eyes were harsher, her face more thin, her hair was a ratted mess (most likely from being wrapped in bandages)…. she couldn’t be you. She seemed so… hardened. Reaching a wary hand up, your own face and paused as you looked at your arm. 

“Woah,” you murmured, flexing slightly and you stared agape. Turning back to the others you saw them looking at you in confusion. “I’m freaking ripped!”
Dick and Hal burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but smile, soon Bruce and the nurse joined in. 

“I came as soon as I heard! Shayera is on her way from the watchtower… (Y/N)?" A familiar voice echoed from the room and you froze in shock.  That was your Uncle John, John Stewart.

"John, she doesn’t, just be careful, she can’t remember-”

“Uncle John!” You screeched and ran over to him, tripping up on your iv drip but nonetheless flinging yourself in his arms. He stiffened in shock for a moment before returning the hug with similar vigor. 

Tears fell down your face as you breathed in. You could remember him, there was one thing here that connected to your memories.

“(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re alright,” he pulled back a little to get a better look at you. “What’s wrong?" 

John turned to look at everyone in the room, and you took a step back. He wasn’t the same Uncle John you remembered. His hair was grayer and his voice seemed rougher. But then again, if it was 2022, he would have aged quite a bit. The men looked at you, and Dick- you had to turn your eyes away from his. He looked so distraught, and you knew it was all your fault. 

Hal seemed distant, and the other man, hell you still didn’t truly know his name.
"She doesn’t remember any of us,” Hal rasped. 

“She doesn’t-” your uncle turned his head down to look at you. 

“Her last memory is it snowing and her mom telling her to grab her gloves before school,” Bruce filled in. “But it makes sense she would still remember you, she’s known you her whole life.”

“Bruce-” Uncle John paused with a heavy breath, “that means…" 

"Speaking of,” you murmured, “no one answered my other question: where are my parents?" 

The room went eerily quiet and your Uncle John placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, your parents passed away 10 years ago.”

You stumbled backwards, confusion marring your face. “That’s not possible.“ 

Everyone was quiet and watched your reaction, and Dick looked ready to catch you if you passed out. 

Your breaths came in sharp gasps and your shook your head wildly.
"No, no. That’s not right. This is all just some bad dream. It’s not 2022, I’m not married to some random guy with the name Dick, I’m not in the hospital, I’m just…." 

Uncle John placed his hand on you, and your nose wrinkled in pain.
"How are they dead?” When no one answered you turned to the nurse in a flurry, “How come I can’t remember my freaking life?” Tears filled your eyes and your knees crumpled. How could you forget so much?

y/n: did you even sleep last night?

tim: i got a solid.. 8 minutes

y/n:

tim:well

tim: not consecutively, but i’m fine

tim: there’s only three of you right now

Pt.1Pt.2

Requested by:@weirdnewbie

Fandom: The Flash

Relationship: Barry x Platonic!Reader

Prompt: Just got a strike of idea. For the Flash, maybe the reader is a metahuman and she controls nature and she’s just really mellow and the team try and get her to help them but she refuses every time. Is that okay? If there’s no pairing? You could have her be friends with someone on the team if you’d like.

Word Count: 329

“Hey Joe,” you smiled at the older man as you passed his desk. It was lunch time and you were meeting your best friend, Barry. 

“Y/n,” he smiled as he stood up to give you a hug. As you pulled away you handed him a brown paper bag with his lunch and a coffee from the tray you were holding. “Aha this is why you’re my favorite,” you shook your head before heading up to Barry’s office. 

You were one of Joe’s honorary kids, seeing as you have been best friends with Barry since before his mom died. You saw Barry sitting in his chair, he was going through some more files. 

“Hey, Bartholomew,”  he scowled before looking up at you.

 “You know you are the only person in my life who insists on calling me that.” You smiled placing the brown bag down. 

“I’ve earned the right to.”

“How so,” Barry raised his eyebrow at you.

“Coffee,” you replied as you placed his cup on the desk before taking a seat in a rolling chair. “How’s Star Labs?” You kicked your feet up onto his desk. You saw Barry roll his eyes as you dug into the sandwich you made. 

“The offer is still up there-” 

“Barry-”

“No,Y/N,” he commanded “hear me out.” You sighed and stared at him for a second. 

“Okay,” you whispered.

“We need you,” you shook your head. 

“No,Barry. I told you I’m not using my powers. It was a mistake.” 

“Y/N-” 

“No,” you yelled as you stood “Barry, the man who runs that lab made me this way.”

“He’s,” he paused standing in front of you “he’s willing to help you.”

“I’m going to go,” you gathered your purse and walked towards the door.

“Y/N,” Barry called causing you to turn. 

“I’m sorry Barry, but I can’t be near that man. Who messed up my life.” You turned around again and headed down the stairs to go home.

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Hi there i was hoping that you can do one about were Damian meets his twin sister and she goes to see him and now live with him in the mansion and the batboys come home (including batman/bruce) and start to freak out that they have another sibling but that it is a girl and the reader and Damian are just watching this and the reader is like a girl version of Damian so i would be really happy if you did that and if don’t that’s fine I’m just asking but can you please and have a nice day or night

A/N:This is going to be a short crack/drabble, I hope this is okay!

Damian is close to the reader!

Damian stared at the perplexed expressions on his older siblings’ faces, they just came back from their patrol, all messy and bloody- there was almost no such thing as not fighting when they went out. He had his hand clasped with another hand that definitely did not belong to him, it was a little smaller and more feminine.

But that was not the only thing that made the older boys, sans Bruce since he wasn’t back yet. Their eyes shifted to where their mother stood, she had an awkward- almost nervous- smile on her delicate face then back to you, the almost carbon copy of Damian.

You were twins, had the same dark hair and the same shape of eyes but just slightly different shades of green, Damian stood a few inches taller than you and that little prick was smug about it.

“Uh,” you raised an eyebrow, “nice to meet all of you?”

You soon regretted greeting them because they started to make a ruckus, the one that Damian had pointed out that this guy was the oldest- Dick Grayson- grabbed your face, turning it side to side while you frowned that same frown Damian always supported whenever he was annoyed. Tim- he was cute- noticed that expression and started taking pictures before showing them to Jason- second oldest.

“Holy poop,” Jason was well aware of the no cursing rule ever since Mrs. Wayne threatened to spank him in front of his brothers if he ever cursed, Damian told you about this on one of his letters, “we have a female Damian in the house.”

“DUDE,” shrieked Dick, you pried his hands off your cheeks and covered your ears. Emerald eyes met yours, there was an amused glint behind those beautiful irises and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, in return, you narrowed your eyes at him.

What kind of hell have you gotten me into, Damian?

“Are they always like this?” you looked over your shoulder at Mrs. Wayne, who apparently, had been tending his husband- when did he even come in?

The older woman chuckled, both of you ignoring the weird noises and whatever it was the other boys were talking about, she shook her head, bandaging her husband with such care. Alfred was trying to get the older boys to sit so he could look them up just in case they had wounds.

“No,” she finally answered, “but they are such goofy boys compared to Damian.”

“Umi,” grumbled the said boy.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” This time it was Bruce, he had that same stern look but a bit more questioning.

“I hid because mother said so.”

“Oh.”

The awkward silence between you and Bruce was enough to make Mrs. Wayne sweat, it would be worse if the other boys weren’t still making a ruckus, Bruce was basically saying that he didn’t know he had a daughter- which totally wasn’t his fault since he didn’t even know he had a biological son because Talia never told him. Damian’s first meeting with her was a little awkward.

“Wait,” Tim was the first one to speak after he got over the fact he had a younger female, living, breathing sibling in his life now, “so, does it mean I have to deal with twoDamians? I can’t even deal with ONE demon spawn now I have to deal with TWO of them?”

“Who are you calling demon spawn, Drake?” You glared at him along with your brother, you both were questioning the poor dark haired teen in sync and the horror on Tim’s face was just hilarious if you weren’t actually offended by his words.

“Oh, great!”

Dick was the only one who looked terribly happy, he even showed it by bringing both you and Damian into a hug, it felt weird. You pushed at his chest while Damian just accepted his fate.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Just accept it, sister,” your brother spoke wisely, “he isn’t going to let you go until he is satisfied.”

What had you gotten yourself into?

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Warnings: angst, brief mention of violence

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64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Alfred watched quietly as Master Bruce puttered around the kitchen, fingers tapping and touching nearly everything without settling. They both knew he was just stalling time until he had no choice but to face the music upstairs. He ran his fingers across the toaster one last time before sighing, turning around to face his friend.

“I suppose I should go tell her I’m back.” He leaned against the spotless marble counter-top and drummed his fingers mindlessly against it. Alfred merely fixed him with a knowing look and nodded slightly. Bruce gave one final tap to the edge and bid him good night.

He opened the bedroom door almost silently, only to be greeted by a scowl as you switched on the light. You were curled up in his desk chair on the farthest side of the room. He knew you’d been up for a while thanks to the nearly empty mug of tea in your hands. The two of you studied one another for a brief moment- him taking note of the way your hair curled around your face and how well you filled out his shirt that you had stolen for bed, you feeling bad over his exhausted expression yet getting angrier as you realized he also looked just as guilty as you knew he had to be.

“It’s midnight.” You were the first to break the silence. “Where the hell were you?”

Bruce sighed and ruffled his hair, turning from you and beginning to undress for bed.

“I had business to attend to, you kn-”

“Business? At this hour?” You nearly laughed at the pathetic excuse. “Do you think I’m that stupid?”

He turned around and fixed you with a patronizing look that made you feel like a kid again.“Of course I don’t think you’re stupid. It’s just- It’s complicated, okay?”

“Everything with you is complicated, Bruce. Women who date you should be offered a manual upon first contact.” You quickly swallowed the remaining dregs of your cold tea before setting it down and moving to your boyfriend.

Bruce relaxed the moment your hands met his back, sliding around from behind to help unbutton his shirt and pull it away from his shoulders. You went to push up his undershirt as well but he gripped your hands and gently pulled them away. If you saw the bruises spreading across his ribs, courtesy of Penguin, he knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge your questions.

You stood there for a moment, staring at his back in confusion as he gripped your wrists tight enough to keep you still. The anger that had ebbed away when you touched him came rushing back full force, accompanied by hot angry tears that refused to fall.

He was surprised but complied when you yanked yourself away from him and walked over to your side of the bed. You yanked off his shirt so you could put on your own clothes- the shimmery dress that had gotten you many compliments just hours ago at the gala.

“Babe, what are you-”

“No.” That’s all you said as you clipped your bra into place and began shimmying into the tight little number. He was quiet for a moment, so you continued. “No. You need to tell me right now what’s going on. I don’t think you’re a cheater, Bruce, even though that’s exactly what this looks like. But you’re lying to me about something. I don’t want to spend my whole life in the dark, so you need to clear it up rightnow.”

He made a move to help you zip up out of habit, but you gracefully dodged him and squirmed around until you managed to get it yourself. You stood there, shoes in hand, waiting for him to say anything.

For just a moment, Bruce actually considered telling you. You’d stuck around longer than anyone else. You’d seen and heard plenty of weird, living in Gotham your whole life. The trust he had in you was unshakable, and that was amazing on its own. What’s the worst that could happen?

But then he pictured you battered and broken, surrounded by the Penguin’s henchmen. He watched the Riddler dangle you over a vat of acid as he threw random bat trivia at him. The worst was when he watched the Joker bring his crowbar down on you over and over again, blood flying into the air as you tried to scream in pain but all you could do was laugh hysterically thanks to the gas.

“Bruce…” Your voice brought him out of his reverie, your lovely, musical voice. You stared at him, willing your tears to stay back a little bit longer. “I can’t do this anymore with you, do you understand?”

After a moment of silence, all he could say was, “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him with wide eyes. Unbelievable. He couldn’t be honest with you, after all this time. Closing your mouth and squaring your shoulders, you slipped your heels onto your feet and strode past him to the door. You picked your purse and coat up off the floor, but not before sparing him one last glance. He looked much older and frail in that moment, and you actually felt a great swell of pity for him.

“Good bye, Mr. Wayne. I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.” With that you walked away from him.

So, I finally got to watch Aquaman! It came out recently in Japan (and by recently, I mean it came out last week) and I think I’m very biased when I say this but I love it. I should have posted this sooner but I was also busy packing for my trips and what not and only just got to settle down yesterday. That aside, this was inspired by some bits from the movie. There will always be mistakes so I do apologize for that!

p/s: this is probably the longest one I have written this year (not that I actually have written much but I will start posting more soon and going through your requests).

Arthur should have known right at that very moment that something is wrong, especially when you have this indescribable expression on your face. You don’t know this, but Arthur had actually seen you sitting at the end of the dock and something about you just seemed very forlorn. It should have been a sign to him that something is absolutely wrong but being the fool that he is, Arthur clears his throat and casually walks over to where you are sitting. “Hey, babe.” Arthur greets you and as he is about to presses his lips atop your head, you duck away from him and Arthur is slightly taken aback – this is the first time you have ever moved away from his affections.

Trying your hardest not to look at Arthur’s face, you scoot over slightly and stand up, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. You have known about Arthur’s background ever since the two of you were younger – you had found yourself a friend in Arthur when you first moved to the area and over the years, that friendship slowly grew in to something more and it was not until the end of college that the two of you actually decided to give it a try. But now that is evident that Arthur Curry is no just the Arthur Curry that you know and love – he is also Arthur Curry, the rightful King of Atlantis… and the man who also broke your heart into pieces (especially when he had admitted to kissing Mera not once but twice – one during the midst of battle and another he shared right after the war ended and he claimed his rightful place on the throne).

“Y/N?”

Arthur’s voice pulls you out of your train of thoughts and you finally turned to look at the man you should probably be hating but absolutely cannot. Arthur is just as handsome as he has always been and your fingers twitch; the urge to cup his cheek and press your lips against him is almost overwhelming but you shake your head. “We need to talk.”

The dread that has been building in him escalates and it should have triggered a warning in him, but Arthur continues to stare at you. “It’s never a good thing when someone says that.” He says weakly and his lips are beginning to dry.

You try to smile at him but when Arthur continues to stare at you in slow recognition, you drop the smile and look away from him, staring at the water. “We have been together for over ten years now, haven’t we? But we have known each other twice as long. I like to think that I know you better than you actually know yourself sometimes, Arthur.”

“What are you trying to say here, Y/N?” Arthur has a feeling that he knows exactly what you are about to say but he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it: like you have said, the two of you have known each other twice as long and have been together for over ten years now.

You take a deep breath and turn to look at Arthur straight in his eyes. “I love you, Arthur Curry, very much so but I think it’s about time for us to break up.” As soon as those words leave your mouth, you almost want to take it back immediately. “Before you say anything, yes, it is partly because you kissed Mera not once but twice and it hurts. I tried to get over it, I really did but I just can’t.” You shake your head as tears start to slowly well up in your eyes.

Arthur’s face blanches and he inhales sharply. He had been contemplating whether or not he should tell you about what had happened during his journey to reclaim the throne and knew that if he didn’t tell you, he would remain guilty. Now, Arthur thinks he should probably have kept that information to himself because he just cannot see his future without you by his side – no, he really can’t. “Y/N, please,” His voice is heavy with emotions, as he tries to convey his entire feelings for you through his eyes.

“Matter of fact is we come from two very different worlds and we are never meant for each other, Arthur and…” You have to swallow the lump in your throat as you stare at the man that has been a constant in your life and your heart clenches in pain, as if it is being squeezed very tightly and right at that moment, you know you need to get away as soon as you can. With the tears in your eyes blurring your vision of the man that you love very deeply, Arthur steps towards you with the intention of wanting to comfort you, you step back and shake your head, creating more distance the two of you. “Sometimes, you have to do what’s right even when your heart aches against it and I really think we should just end it here, Arthur.”

Arthur would not admit it to anyone, but his eyes actually tear up the slightest bit upon hearing those words coming out of your mouth. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat and the look on your face – defeated yet at the same time, the way you are staring at him as if trying to map every inch of his face for the very last time scares him more than that time he had to fight for not just his own life but everyone else in the nation – stops him from approaching you. His fingers twitch against his sides and he clenches them into fists. Against his better judgment, Arthur tries to take another step towards you but when you scramble backwards – and away from him, Arthur freezes but not just because of your actions – rather, Arthur had stopped because he sees a few drops of tears running down your cheeks: the same cheeks he had been kissing just a few days ago and his heart thuds against his chest almost painfully.

You let out a choked sob as one of your hands fly to your mouth and you keep it there, to keep your sobs from escaping. You wanted to show Arthur that you are fine with the decision you are making- even if it is costing you your own chance at happiness. Gingerly stepping towards Arthur, you hold up your hand towards him and when Arthur does nothing but stare at you with a heart-breaking expression, you grab his hand and forcefully open his fist so that you can drop the necklace he had gotten you for your first anniversary.

Honestly, after seeing Arthur – King Arthur, you remind yourself – with Princess Mera, you know there is no place for you: the two of them had shared something better than the years you have spent being by Arthur’s side. Saving worlds together has got to be a game changer, isn’t it? You step back and take a deep breath, quickly wiping the tears away from your face. “I love you very much, Arthur Curry. Thank you for giving me the chance to experience happiness with you, even if it was just for a while.” You had to mentally applaud yourself for not breaking down as you utter those words. “Goodbye, Arthur.”

You turn to walk away when Arthur finally snaps into action. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Y/N, where – where are you going to go now?” He asks numbly and you gently pull your wrist from him, causing Arthur to once again feel his heart clenching in pain.

You straighten your back and glance over your shoulder. “Some place where no one knows my name.” You tell him and with one last look, you turn around and continue to walk ahead – leaving your heart behind in the process.

Arthur, on the hand, continued to stand there despondently, hand clenched over the necklace you had returned. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, not until someone clasps his shoulder and Arthur’s immediate reaction is to throw them back in the water.

Mera sputters as she resurfaces, not expecting that coming from Arthur. “What was that all about?” She gracefully gets out of the water to stand on the dock beside Arthur but when Arthur fails to respond and she can see the sadness present on his face, Mera swallows her playfulness and furrows her eyebrows. “What happened?”

Arthur shrugs his shoulders, mumbling an apology as he sits down at the edge of the dock, looking out at the setting sun. “What else? Just when things were finally going to be better now.” He mutters the last part to himself but since Mera had been close to him, she had heard each and every word.

Mera scans the area and sees nothing out of the ordinary but knows from how tense and tight the muscles on Arthur’s back – something must have happened between Arthur and you. She hasn’t met you personally yet – Mera has only ever seen you a handful of times and one of them was during that time Orn had caused the tsunami and she had seen the look of absolute love on Arthur’s face that time. “Is there a reason for why you are here and not chasing after her, Arthur?”

Arthur resists the urge to roll his eyes. “We are too different – from different worlds.” He says spitefully. Despite the brave front he puts, Arthur still cannot believe that the two of you had just broken up: he never thought you would ever leave him and he never thought he would ever experience this much pain either.

Mera shakes her head as she looks at Arthur. “I have mentioned this before: you are the bride between land and sea, Arthur.” Mera states, causing Arthur to glance up at her but when her gaze became too piercing, he looks away towards the sea. “I admit what I had done during and after the war was not the right thing to do, given the fact that I know just how absolutely in love you are with Y/N and I know the both of us were simply caught up in the moment, from the rush of the battle and winning the battle but that is not an excuse and I would like to apologize.” Mera informs him; she had definitely let the adrenaline and the rush from their adventure together rush to her head and in a whirlwind of emotions, she had decided to kiss Arthur.

Mera cannot really say that she isn’t attracted to Arthur because she definitely is. However, she understands the difference between being physically attracted to someone and being absolutely in love with someone and Mera can guarantee that whatever feelings she may have for Arthur, they are all merely superficial – beyond what has been painted of him, Mera knows nothing more. She also knows that right after they had kissed the second time, Arthur had looked very distraught – Mera reckons perhaps right at that moment, Arthur had thought of you, his lover of over ten years. “Y/N makes you extremely happy, Arthur and there is absolutely no reason for the two of you to separate on the account of coming from two different worlds. You have managed nicely so far so Arthur, why are you here instead of chasing after the woman of your life?”

Arthur takes a while to mull over what Mera has said. If his parents can work things out even after all of these years, why can’t he do the same thing? You mean so much to him and honestly, as cheesy as this sounds, whenever Arthur thinks of the future, he always imagines you being with him, building his own house for the two of you to live in together, having children together, growing old together – every single thing revolves around you and clenching his fist, Arthur nods his head, determined to win you back. He stands up abruptly and look at Mera.

“You are a pretty cool chick, Mera – I hope one day you will find someone who completes you.” Arthur tells her, pulling her into a brief hug. He lets her go and turns to head towards the light house.

“How are you going to find her?” Mera calls out from behind him.

Arthur looks over his shoulder. “I think I know a guy who might know.”

Hi! Thank you for sending this in. I rarely ever get requests for Billy Batson so this was sort of a fun practice to do! Sorry it took so long for me to post this up but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

• Dating Billy Batson would mean that you are privy to his alter ego (Shazam!) and the only reason you figured out his secret identity is because of how he had called out your name when he saved you that one unfortunate time you happened to be at the wrong place and the wrong time. 
• “Y/N, are you alright? Did you get hurt - why are you looking at me like that, Y/N? …Oh!” 
• After that entire fiasco, Billy sat you down and explained everything that happened to him and how he acquired his powers. You managed to convince him to go to you whenever he has any injuries or whatsoever because you really want to take care of Billy.
• “I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night or at 5AM, Billy, if you ever need a place to crash, you can come to me. I’ll always keep my door and window open for you.”
  
• Billy is so much comfortable around you now compared to before. Since you know his secret, he sometimes go to you for a second opinion on his plans. 
• “Y/N, do you think it’s better if I do this or should I just stick to the original plan? Which one is better?”
  
• “How about you do it like this instead?” 
• Billy feels like he can always count on you to have his back and he always tries to make sure he has your back as well. He tries his hardest to be there for you when and if people tease or bully you for dating him. 
• “Are you sure you don’t want me to go after them? I promise I won’t break any of their bones or anything, Y/N. Just gotta show them how they shouldn’t mess with you at all!”
  
• Whenever Billy is free from official Justice League missions, he would always try to spend most of his time with you and doing the assignments or homework he missed while he had been away.
• In the end, Billy will always end up falling asleep either on your shoulder or your lap. Not that you mind at all, because you actually like that he feels safe enough with you to fall asleep near you.
• Date days/nights would consist of you cooking brunch/lunch/dinner depending on when Billy decides to drop by. Sometimes, Billy would try to cook but he only knows how to make simple food like sandwiches, mashed potatoes and toast with scrambled eggs. He burns everything else!
• Sometimes when you are feeling stressed, Billy will turn into Shazam and bring you flying because he thinks you will enjoy the view from up in the sky. 
  
• “Thank you, Billy. This is the first time I have ever seen stars this bright and many.” 
  

This was inspired by a couple of songs and I honestly hadn’t mean for it to turn out like this but it did? There are definitely mistakes here and there but I tried my best to fix them. I probably overlooked a few. That aside, fun fact: I have yet to see Aquaman on the big screen. Why? Because it has yet to premiere here in Japan and I really, really cannot wait to watch it. I hope you enjoyed this! Don’t worry, there aren’t any spoilers (obviously lol).

p/s: I also have yet to watch YJ Outsiders so I’m really forward to watching those soon! 

It didn’t matter anymore. You are tired of always feeling like this: desolate and bereft, always longing and waiting. You haven’t always felt like this though. There was a time where you actually felt happy, content and satisfied. It first appeared when Arthur came late during date nights (the two of you made a promise to always have a date night once a week), which you honestly didn’t really mind as much until it kept on happening to the point where Arthur stood up multiple of times. (The looks the waiter or waitress that happened to serve you that night burned into your mind).

You aren’t aware of when this had started exactly for you always had this thought that the relationship you have with Arthur is going well. It was merely wishful thinking because Arthur continued to prove you wrong as the days pass: it went from Arthur standing you up on date nights to giving you poorly made up excuses about why he was gone for half of those times or why he would always come to your (shared) apartment so very late in the night (or early in the morning), with his hair damp and using a shampoo that is ultimately not his because it smells just a tad bit too feminine, by the time he slides in the bed beside you. (It almost makes you feel sick).

You didn’t actually want to believe it – what girl ever does? You have had your suspicions but despite your copious efforts in trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable, you are really not prepared at all. Perhaps, in theory, you probably had everything down to the T but when it came to actually be seeing it, with your own pair of eyes, that was the time when you understand just how painful it is to be very in love. Especially when the one you love to the moon and back and then some is perhaps in love with someone else.

Not far from where you are standing, Arthur has his arms around this pretty bombshell of a lady with beautiful fiery hair. Although you actually cannot see it from where you are standing, from the way she also has her arms around him and the way their heads are tilted towards each other, they are probably kissing, and it hurts. It hurts to see the two of them together like that so you left without looking back at all.

Arthur stretches his arms above his head. “Thanks for today,” He mutters to Mera who nods her head. “I doubt I would have been able to find this without your help.” Arthur opens his palm and the corner of his lips lift up the slightest bit upon seeing the serpentine he had found while on his expedition with Mera.

Mera gives him a small smile. “I never thought I would actually see the day where you would be this soft.” She explains, looking away from Arthur to look at the sea. “She is lucky to have you.” Mera couldn’t help the slight hurt from showing on her face but she had been too late, and Arthur is too madly in love with you to even be looking in her direction.

Arthur scoffs, making Mera look at him in confusion. “I’m the one that’s lucky to have her.” He really is. Arthur feels really bad for all the times he had stood you up during date nights but that is no longer going to happen. He closes his palm once more, making sure to put the Serpentine carefully in his pocket.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Mera agrees softly. “You ought to go. Isn’t today one of your date nights?” Mera reminded him and Arthur nods his head. “I think I will take a walk, familiarize myself with the area.”

Arthur nods his head once again. “You do that.” The two of them exchange a few more words and after he sees Mera off, Arthur takes off towards the safe house Bruce Wayne had prepared for him. He is going to take this chance to make it all up to you and explain everything to you.

It took Arthur over an hour to get everything ready – since he had found the Serpentine, Arthur managed to cut the rock nicely to fit the ring he had made for you (trying to take your finger’s measurement while you had been asleep had been tough because you kept stirring slightly whenever he tried). Once he was showered and dressed, Arthur picked up the ring box – he also made this box from one of the shells he had found on the sea bed – and made his way to the closest florist shop because Arthur recalls just how much you adore getting flowers and Arthur knows it has been a while since he gave you any bouquet.

“Give me your finest flowers.” Arthur states once he reaches the counter. He fumbles with the box of ring in his pocket.

“Is this for a special occasion, Sir?”

Arthur glances around the shop before looking back at the florist. “Yes.” He tells him gruffly but when the man continues to stare at him, almost imploringly, Arthur relents. “I… want to propose to my lover tonight so can you please give me your finest flowers? Price doesn’t matter.” Arthur takes out the card Bruce had provided and places it on the counter.

Upon seeing the Wayne Enterprise card on the counter, the florist pales slightly and nods his head. “Right away, Sir.”

It took Arthur almost half an hour after that to get to your apartment. On his way over, Arthur can’t help but think about all the things he needed to say to you and the closer he gets to your apartment, the more he is dreading it. Arthur doesn’t really quite understand the dread that is building in him until he unlocks your door to find your entire apartment pitch black.

“Y/N?” He calls out, swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat as he steps into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He switches on the lights and he frowns. “You asleep?” He walks toward your bedroom and the frown on his face deepens when he notices that your bedroom is dark too. When he switches on the light, his eyes are drawn to how bare the room looks. Granted, he hadn’t been able to come back for the past couple of days but the last time he had been here, Arthur could have sworn your things were all over the place but now… it feels barren to him. “Come on, Y/N. This isn’t funny, babe.”

Arthur doesn’t realize this, but he breaks some of the flowers’ stems as his grip tightens at the many possibilities: what if someone had gone for you while he was gone? What if you had actually tried to reach him but couldn’t? What if you needed him and he wasn’t there? All of these thoughts were swimming in his head until Arthur zones in on the bed.

The closer he gets to the bed, the heavier his feet become – at one point, Arthur even feels like he had been dragging his feet. Right on his side of the bed, you left a frame facing down on his pillow and he gingerly reaches for the frame, hand trembling visibly. When he lifts up the frame, it is a photo of Arthur and you, taken by one of your friends: Arthur has his arm wrapped around your waist and you were laughing, leaning against him. With a twinge in his heart, Arthur notices just how much he misses seeing you laughing so freely. When he makes the move to set aside the frame, his eyes land on the letter and it is right there and then did Arthur realize just how much love hurts.

This was requested by anon and it is long overdue but I really had so much fun writing this request. I chose to write about Disneysea because I just came back from Disneysea with a bunch of my friends and despite the cold, I enjoyed it immensely! So I figured, since the memory is still fresh in mind, I should write about it. Thank you so much for sending this in! 

The first time you had noticed him had been by Triton’s Kingdom’s inner facilities. While your friends had gone to wait in line at the Blowfish Balloon Race, you had opted to wait in line at Sebastian’s Calypso Kitchen because you were hungry, and you did not feel like going round and round on the balloon ride. You had been minding your own business when you suddenly see something from the corner of your eyes so naturally, you turned to look, and it was probably one of the best decisions you have ever made because standing not far from you – by The Sleepy Whale Shoppe – were a group of friends? Family? – you weren’t quite sure – and they looked like they were having a good time.

(Although, out of everyone present in that group, there was only one person that caught your attention).

He was wearing a fitted black shirt with jeans that hugged his derriere very well and the jean jacket he threw on top of his shirt made him look all the more appealing and sexier. Not only that, he was also using a Mickey Mouse headband as well, making him look quite adorable – though when you did a quick scan, you notice that almost everyone in his group had either a headband or a hat.

The first time you had noticed him had been by Triton’s Kingdom’s inner facilities. You had been waiting in line by Sebastian’s Calypso Kitchen when you suddenly see something from the corner of your eyes. So, naturally, you turned to look and it was one of the best decisions you have ever made because standing by The Sleepy Whale Shoppe were a group of friends? Brothers? – you weren’t quite sure – and they were all good looking. Although, out of everyone present in that group, there is this one person who caught your attention.

While you were busy checking him out, you had missed one of his friends nudging him and pointing at you. So, when he turned to look at you, you blush profusely when he caught your eyes and gave you a smile – one that you reckon will probably be in your dreams when you return to your hostel that night. You immediately look away, placing both of your hands on your cheeks. “I am so dumb.” You murmured to yourself, relieved that you would be going up to the counter very soon.

The second time you had noticed him… Well, you had not really notice him at that time for you were too busy trying to build up the courage to take photos with Pluto when one of your friends nudge you. “Y/N, don’t look now but some hottie is definitely checking you out right now.” She whispered, giggling to your side and you probably should have listened to her but when someone tells you to not do something, you have this tendency to do quite the opposite.

So, you looked over your shoulders and almost choked on air when you saw the man from Triton’s Kingdom and this time around, he gave you another dazzling smile and a wave, causing you to flush from his attention. Not wanting to repeat the mistake you had done earlier (when you told your friends about what had happened while you waited for your hotdogs, your friends had given you an earful for not smiling back at him), you shyly lifted a hand to wave back and the smile on his face grew bigger, if possible.

“You should totally go over there and say hi to him, Y/N!” Your friend told you, but you shook your head. Today is really all about having fun with your friends and truth be told, you were just far too shy to go over to where he was casually standing at to ask for his name and number.

Giving him one last look, you turned to look at your friend. “It’s fine – come on, help me take a photo with Pluto, please?” You asked her, handing your phone to your friend and she furrowed her eyebrows at you before she relented, giving you a smile.

“Third time’s the charm, right?”

You had almost dropped your Strawberry flavored popcorn in surprise upon hearing a voice right beside your ear, but you did, however, startle, almost tripping over your own feet in surprise until a warm hand caught you and steadied you. You mumble an apology and turned around. “Oh my God.”

The man from before is standing right beside you and he is better looking upfront and definitely taller than you. You blink a couple of times and flush slightly at the smile on his face. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes and you shake your head, tongue too tied-up now. “My name is Dick and I know this is too forward of me, but we have seen each other quite a lot of times today, haven’t we?”

At this, you had to let out a soft laugh. You did happen to see him a lot today and although you should probably consider the fact that he might have been stalking you as well, you feel flattered that he even bothered talking to you. “Yes, we have. My name is Y/N.”

“So,” Dick looks around and looks back at you, raising one of his eyebrows up. “Why are you alone and not with your… friends? Sisters?” He asks as he moves forward with you.

“My friends are afraid of heights and I really wanted to ride the rollercoaster.” You explain, awkwardly holding on to your popcorn, contemplating if you should offer some to him or not. “What about you?”

Dick rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “My family all went ahead – priority passes – but while we were walking by, I saw you alone so here I am.” He tells you and your jaw drops slightly. Being able to afford priority passes speaks a lot – they are far different than fast lane passes – and the blush on your cheeks darken at what he had just implied. Dick smiles warmly at you. “You don’t mind, do you?” The smile falters slightly when it suddenly occurred to him that you might actually mind.

The first time Dick had seen you, the entire family had been trying to convince Damian and Jason to either get a headband or a character hat because everyone but the two of them got hats and headband and it had actually been Jason that pointed you out to him.

The second time he saw you, he was slightly disappointed that you didn’t even look at him but when he saw how excited you were, waiting for your turn to take a photo with Pluto, Dick could not help but smile so he stayed around the area just for a little bit – which happened to be a good thing because after that, Alfred managed to make everybody come together nicely for a family photo.

So, obviously, when he saw you standing alone and enjoying your popcorn, Dick knew he had to talk to you.

“No, I don’t.” You shake your head, giving him a shy smile and Dick visibly relaxes, a smile returning back on his face. “Would you… Do you want some popcorn? It’s strawberry flavor.” You offer the popcorn to him.

Dick chuckles and nods his head. “Sure, Y/N.”

This was totally written very quickly so there are definitely a lot of mistakes! Didn’t have the time to proof-read because I had to go visit a shrine to pay respects to the Gods (or something like that). Since it’s already 2019 (from where I am), happy new year! May 2019 be better than 2018 for all of you!

requested by anon: His i was wondering if i can request a dick grayson x reader imagine? Where the reader is in love with dick but dick is head over heels for kori ir si he thinks. The reader walk in on them having some private time and feels heart broken. The reader tries to get over dick so jason takes the reader out on a date to make them feel better which makes dick jealous its kind of lame im sorry the plot sucks have a nice day ❤

Jason had been a little bit too late in stopping you – if only he had been faster, he would have been able to save you from seeing such a sight. It wasn’t like Jason was not aware of your feelings about his older brother, Dick, because everyone but the actual object of your affections knew about your feelings.

A part of Jason wanted to go inside the room and throw a few punches for causing such a heart wrenching expression to appear on your face, but Jason remembers clearly how you were frozen stiff, standing by the doorway. All Jason could have done right at that time was to grip your wrist lightly and gently pulling you away from the room.

(The room where the love of your life was currently kissing the love of his life, probably).

The rest of that night went by a blur, mostly because Jason had been busy taking care of you. He had decided against bringing you back to your own apartment – knowing very well how you would just drown yourself with countless of alcohol and cry your eyes out the entire night and then some – and brought you over to his instead. He did give you some alcohol and you definitely consumed more than he thought you should have but you had relented when he told you to stop and that was when you had begun crying your eyes out.

But that had been two weeks ago. Jason thinks that is enough time for you to grieve – or at the very least, get over your initial hurt – over your unreciprocated love. Dick had been none the wiser, simply wondering where you had gone – Jason both likes and dislikes how you are able to avoid almost everyone for a good two weeks now, him included. But enough is enough and Jason was never known for being extremely patient, especially when it comes to something that he wants and, in this case, he wants you.

If someone had asked Jason when he had started liking you, Jason would not have been able to give you. Solid answer. Maybe it had been that one time where you had slapped him for his crude comment or maybe that one time, he had saved you from getting shot or it could have been that time when you had handed him his own ass. Jason can’t decide when he began having feelings for you at all.

So here he is now.

Jason clears his throat, catching you by surprise and you almost drop the book you had been browsing. Out of all the places, Jason definitely did not imagine finding you here in this bookstore. It should have been the first place he had looked at – considering how much you loved reading books – and the sheepish smile you gave him is almost enough to melt the annoyance within him.

“You are really hard to track when you don’t want to be found.” Jason points out as he steps toward you. You give him a sheepish chuckle, placing the book back at its place. He leans slightly against the bookshelf, making sure not to put all of his weight into it lest he wants it to fall. “I’d like to ask how you are, but you obviously look physically fine to me so how are you feeling?” But before you could even answer, Jason quickly adds, “And you better not tell me you are fine.”

You sigh, copying Jason’s pose and leaning against the bookshelf as well. “I’m healing, I guess. It doesn’t hurt as much because I think, deep down inside, I knew he had feelings for Kori. I was just deluding myself in thinking that I have a choice when I obviously didn’t.” You shrug your shoulders: the first few days had been rough for you. There was a lot of self-loathing and blaming but after a while, you had slowly come to your senses. Although deciding to avoid all of them had purely been a selfish thing.

Jason nods his head. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” He pushes himself off the bookshelf and turn to look at you. You obviously hadn’t been expecting that question from him because your elbow slipped and hit one of the shelves as you startled. He clears his throat, feeling a blush starting to rise and he curse the day he had decide to ask you without the cover of his mask. At the very least, you wouldn’t see him if he blushes – and Jason hopes he doesn’t.

It takes your brain a while to process what Jason had just said and you cannot help the blush that appears on your cheeks. Blinking a couple of times, you wet your lips before slowly nodding your head. Jason’s eyes widen the slightest bit before he schools his expression and gives you a stern look.

“You do understand that I am asking you out on a date right and not just lunch between two friends?”

The blush on your cheeks deepen the slightest bit and you nod your head, curling your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I know.” You tell him weakly – your heart is starting to race, and you honestly don’t understand yourself right at this moment. You have always thought Jason to be really handsome and a really good friend too, considering how close in age the two of you are. “But I don’t want you to think I am doing this because I am settling, or you are my rebound…”

Jason shakes his head. “I have waited this long. I can wait a couple more to have you fall in love with me.” He smirks, draping his arm on your shoulders and you squeak the slightest bit when he pulls you to him. “Making you fall for me would not be that hard,” Jason tells you smugly, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes. “Is Pho alright for you?”

You nod your head. Pho was not something you would normally eat but since you are already doing things you never thought you would be doing, might as well continue the streak. “I just so happen to be starving. You have impeccable timing, Todd.”

Jason snorts, rolling his eyes at your light jab and pulls you out of the bookstore. What he hadn’t count on was seeing Dick and Kori right as the two of you step outside. He feels you tensing up and Jason almost cursed out loud when Kori sees the two of you and that meant Dick’s attention was on the two of you as well.

Dick calls out your name in surprise and he is even more surprised to see Jason acting so affectionately with you. “I haven’t seen you around in a while! What are you doing here with Jason?” He pulls Kori towards the two of you and before you could even open your mouth to answer, Jason drops his arm from your shoulder to your waist – something that doesn’t miss Dick’s attention.

“We’re going out for lunch.” Jason tells him tersely. He really wished the two of you had stayed inside longer now, until Dick and Kori had gone. Dick shares a look with Kori before he turns back to Jason and you.

“Kori and I are about to go for lunch too. Maybe we can join?” Dick offers and before Jason could even open his mouth to reply, you spoke up, surprising everyone.

“Jason and I are going on a date.” You piped in, relaxing your body against Jason. You can feel all of their eyes on you and this causes you to blush slightly. But you clear your throat to continue talking. “Maybe some other day, sorry.” You tell them hurriedly and Jason nods his head.

“Oh.” Dick frowns but nods his head. “Yeah, maybe next time, right?” He turns to look at Kori who slowly nods his head. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N.” You give him a curt smile, nodding your head.

Honestly, my writing skills have probably deteriorated from the lack of writing lately but special shoutout to @half-superhero! Happiest of birthdays and I hope this was to your liking! I tried keeping it close to your request but everyone knows that I tend to stray far from what’s requested so I really do hope you enjoy this!

You wake up to the sound of barely hushed whispers of Roy… and your brothers? Your eyes widen in surprise when you realize, yes, those are your brothers whispering about with Roy! Groaning at how your sleep has been disturbed, you simply push the covers away from your body – thankful that you had the thought to put on some clothes before heading to bed last night – and stumble off the bed, heading to the living room.

“You guys are too noisy. Can’t a girl at least get some peace and quiet on her birthday?” You grumble as you lean against the doorframe, looking at Roy and Dick and Damian. Roy looks like a deer caught in headlight and Dick is looking at you sheepishly while Damian simply stares at you, crossing his arms at your words. “If this is about surprising me, you know I don’t really want any surprise, right? Just a nice lunch or dinner with all of my brothers present would be nice.” You stare at Dick who clears his throat and nods his head.

Roy gets up from the couch and heads over to you, wrapping his arms around you. You lean against his chest, pushing your nose to his neck, breathing in his scent. Roy and you have been dating for a while now and honestly, pursuing him and convincing him that he was good for you and you for him had been one of the best decisions you have ever made to date.

He presses a kiss to your temple and a smile appears on your face as you look at him. “Happy birthday, Y/N.” Roy stares at you with so much love that your cheeks start to blush and the smile on your face widens. “I’ll give you your present later okay?” He whispers, placing a kiss on your lips and you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper.

“Tt.” Damian rolls his eyes. “I think this is our cue to leave the apartment, Grayson.” He points out, looking at Dick. Dick chuckles, nodding his head, glancing at Roy and you.

You pull back from the lack of air and stare at your brothers. “I’ll see the two of you later for lunch?” Glancing at the clock, you still have about four hours before lunch, giving you ample time to just laze around.

Dick nods his head. “Alfred’s making all of your favorites so don’t be late. And I’m saying this to you, Roy. Make sure Y/N gets to the manor on time.” You pull away from Roy and head over to where Dick is to give your big brother a big hug, pulling an unwilling Damian into the hug as well.

“Happy birthday, Sister. I wish today be as what you expect it to be.” Damian tells you once you release him from the hug and you had to resist the urge to hug him once again because knowing Damian, he might avoid you for the rest of the day and you definitely did not want that! He has yet gotten used to your displays of affections.

After exchanging a few more words with Dick and Damian, the two of them left your apartment and you turn to Roy who is still staring at you. You furrow your eyebrows. “What?”

Roy chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. “Nothing.” He pulls you over to him and wrap his arms around you. “Do you want breakfast in bed or should we go out for pancakes?”

Your eyes light up at his suggestion. “Oh, can we go have pancakes? Please, Roy?”

Roy chuckles, nodding his head. “Somehow I knew you were going to say you want pancakes so get your butt in the toilet and shower. I made reservations!” Squealing at his words, you give Roy a quick kiss and rush to the toilet.

Your breakfast date with Roy had been an amazing one! Roy managed to surprise you with your favorite flowers, chocolates and even got you a pair of tickets to this concert you have been wanting to watch – it also happened to be the same concert you couldn’t manage to get a ticket to! – and you honestly thought nothing could make you happier. That was until you reached The Manor.

The living room was nicely decorated – there were photos from when you were a tiny baby to your toddler years to your early teens, so on and so forth, hanging on the walls from the living room all the way to the dining room. You knew Alfred liked taking photos of everyone (for memories’ sake) but it was really a surprise to see just how much love you received from everyone you are surrounded with. There were even photos of Roy and you and as soon as you got to the dining room, a chorus of “SURPRISE!” greeted you.

The tears that you had been struggling to hold back finally fell when you realize that not only is Jason present and not about to throw a threat or two, Barbara, Cass and Duke are all present as well. Stephanie is beside Tim and Bruce has a small smile on his face. Roy nudges you slightly when he realized that you had stopped walking.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pulls you in the dining room. You hastily wipe away the tears, not wanting to cry anymore on your birthday! The first one to greet you had been your dad, Bruce.

He smiles at you so warmly and suddenly, you feel as if you were still that small girl, trailing after Bruce and Dick. He gives you a hug, one that you melted right into and hugged him just as tight. “Happy birthday, Y/N. Your present is being delivered to your apartment right as we speak.” He mentions, and you grin at him, wondering what your dad had gotten you.

“Quite hogging her, Old man!” Jason grumbles as he steps up right behind Bruce. Bruce merely chuckles and releases you from his hug, stepping away to give Jason some time with you. He ruffles your hair and you laugh, not even caring at how Jason is easily messing up your hair. “Is Harper treating you alright?” Jason glances at your boyfriend and you grin, nodding your head.

“Roy treats me with respect and love, Jay. I am so lucky to be with him.” You tell him earnestly and Jason nods his head. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a really nicely made bracelet. “I made this for you.” He places the bracelet on your hand. “Try not to break it, okay?” He teases you, knowing how often you lose your jewelries or break them in frustration.

Before you could even form a reply, Alfred walks into the dining room with a two-tiered cake and this also almost made you cry once more. The cake was beautifully decorated, and you can see from how messy it was, your family definitely had a hand in decorating it too. When Alfred brought the cake closer to you, you almost choked on your breath because of the wordings on the cake.

With teary eyes, you turned to look at Roy only to find him holding up the ring that was missing from the velvet box perched on top of the cake. Roy looks at you. “Y/N, I’m really bad with words and I had a speech prepared and all, but I just can’t remember any of it right now so I’m just going to go at this.” He swallows nervously. “Will you marry me?”

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 1300

Summary: You and Zed share a talk and a lesson

When you stepped into the millhouse, it was exactly the same as the last time you saw it, right down to that strange mirror over the fireplace. You knew John was out working on his latest gig, but you expected to run into at least someoneout and about in the place. Still, you weren’t upset at the chance to poke around.

It was a little concerning how many decanters were in the old liquor cabinet. The copious amounts of cigarette butts in the ashtray, however, weren’t too uncommon for the chain-smoking exorcist.

“Hello?” That was Chas’s voice coming from down the hall, growing closer as he threatened, “I know you’re here, so you’d best show yourself before I get nasty.

“I thought getting nasty was usually John’s gig,” you teased as he finally stepped into view.

Blankly, he stared at you for a moment before saying your name in an utterly confused tone.

“That’s still me, boyo,” you confirmed, allowing him to scoop you into a tight hug.

“What’re you doinghere?” he asked with a laugh while he stepped back from you. “You here for John?”

“In a manner of speaking,” you replied hesitantly, not wanting to get his hopes up about your sudden reappearance. “Signs keep pointing me back to you lot, so I figured I’d let you know I’m around since I doubt John’s mentioned it.”

“He’ll be happy you’re back,” he stated, practically confirming that John was being pretty tight-lipped about your involvement in this whole Rising Darkness affair.

“Chas …”

He muttered your name quietly before asking softly ,“Why did you leave him? One day, you two are crazy about each other, and the next you’re getting a divorce? I mean the guy clearly misses you. What could possibly–”

“You’re her,” a new voice interrupted him from the other side of the room. The new arrival, the seer Zed if you had to wager, scurried closer to get a better look at you. “You’re the woman I keep seeing.”

“So I’ve heard,” your voice was cold, a little unnecessarily so, but it was hard not to be frigid when you were actively glaring at Chas to keep the past to himself.

Zed’s eyes kept trailing up and down your body like she was looking for something specific. “Who the hell are you, anyway? Why do I keep seeing youof all people?”

You couldn’t help it, your icy façade broke apart as a laugh bubbled up from your chest at the bluntness of her questions.

“Ah, I was wondering where you’d gotten off to, luv,” John said, gesturing extravagantly as he breezed into the room. “Zed, I’d like you to meet my ex, the absolute nightmare that she is.” Even though his mouth and expression implied distaste for you, you could see the way his gaze lingered on the chain around your neck, on your lips for just a fraction of a second longer than was socially appropriate. “This cruel little lady is here to help you with your abilities, Zed.”

Looking at him, you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, “Oh am I?” but you didn’t argue.

Zed’s dark eyes lit up a little. “You’re like me?” she guessed.

“Not exactly.” When she deflated a little, you continued, “I’ve got a different set of skills, but I understand how yours works. I should be able to give you a few pointers.”

“Then we’ll leave you to it.” John’s hand came down hard on Chas’s shoulder. “Let’s go see about that taxi of yours, shall we?”

It was only the once they were gone that Zed stated, “I keep seeing you and John together in my visions.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“But I can never tell if it’s the past or the future.”

“Knowing the difference is a skill you’ll have to develop. Once you reallystart paying attention, you’ll find that they feel different; something about them just resonates on a different level. As for me and Constantine, what you’re seeing is in the past,” you lied, casually mixing truth with fiction. As far as Zed–and the rest of the planet, honestly–was concerned, there was nothing between you and your ex-husband anymore.

Her eyes narrowed a little. “I’m sorry, being around John has totally killed my manners. We still haven’t been introduced properly. I’m Zed,” she stated, offering you her hand to shake.

Instead of humoring her, you crossed your arms as you offered your own name. “And you seem like a smart enough woman to realize how incredibly rude it is to try and read someone without their permission.”

She shrugged, only deigning to look mildly apologetic. “Can’t blame a girl for trying. Everyone’s been suspiciously cagey with information about you.”

You stared at her for a moment, assessing the situation as a whole. There was every possibility your next move would backfire directly in your face, but the temptation was simply too much to resist. “Alright,” you announced, offering your hand.

Now it was Zed’s turn to look distrustful. “You justsaid–”

“And now I’m giving you permission,” you pointed out, “if you think you can handle it.”

She laughed. “Well, I’ve never been one to run away from a challenge,” was all she said before grasping your hand.

Immediately, she gasped at the onslaught of information, and thanks to your own gifts you could see exactly what was swarming her mind and even control it to a degree. 

The most overwhelming thing in the vision was the impossibly hot, scarlet red fire that tore through her mind. Hellfire, the very thing that thrived in your veins at every moment, the thing it’d taken you years to learn how to control once you first awakened that power. It was only throughthat punishing fire that a few hazy memories leaked through your control for Zed to see.

The day John proposed, a few times you’d seen his old band perform, things like that. The instant that Zed was able to make out the bare, sweat-covered skin of John’s chest, she reflexively jerked away from you.

This time, you raised your eyebrows in challenge. “See what you wanted?”

“What was that?” she gasped as she fought her spasming lungs to gulp air down.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re not asking about the mechanics of sex. Let’s just say that’s the reason you don’t go through people’s heads if you don’t know anything about them. Consider that your first lesson. You never know if your target is someone like me that can control what you see. They can make you see nonsense, or they might be able to trick you into seeing something that never happened.”

“Thefire?”

You smirked. “Maybe someday you’ll figure it out. But you managed to squeeze out a few memories from me at least, which is more than I expected. John’s handiwork?”

Her face darkened in a blush, no doubt recalling the last memory she saw of what you thought might have been the last night you and John were together. “He’s been the one helping me until now.:”

“Not terrible for a beginner,” you admitted. “Go get some rest, Zed; you look exhausted.”

She nodded. “Good idea. You gonna be sticking around?”

“Depends on if John and I are going to kill each other or not,” you lied again while on the inside, you knew that the pair of you were unlikely to part again anytime soon. For better or worse, your fates were tied together once more; you could feel that much in your very soul.

And based on the way the millhouse rearranged itself so that the door that should have led to the old library actually opened up into John’s messy bedroom, it knew that as well as you did.

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 1146

Summary: Some more mirror hinting, and John runs into his old flame

It was when Gaz and Zed were left alone that Zed saw the woman that’d been haunting her visions for the first time outsideof one of those visions. Both her and Gary were in bad shape from their bizarre, shared withdrawal symptoms, so Zed found herself lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace. John wasn’t around to explain this particular weirdness when she first noticed that the mirror was showing something that wasn’t the room it resided in. If anything, it looked like it was displaying images from some other point in time.

She watched the scene curiously, head tilted in mute confusion as she watched the pair interact like they were on a mute TV instead of a mirror.

They looked happy, John and however the woman was. They were smiling and dancing in a lazy circle while holding each other close. In the firelight, a pair of rings shined on the woman’s left ring finger, one silver and one copper. Zed’s eyebrows furrowed. On the next pass, she clocked a matching silver ring on John’s finger.

“What?” she found herself whispering to no one.

“Not sure what happened to her,” Gary’s voice pulled her attention from the mirror.

“You know who she is?”

“Yeah, she was Johnny’s girl. They were together for ages, but then she up and left him all of the sudden.”

“Can’t really blame her if he was always this much of a flake,” Zed muttered.

Gary chuckled at that. “You don’t understand. For years they were practically inseparable. Then something changed.”

“And you don’t know what happened?”

“John won’t talk about it,” the heroin addict explained. “Just showed up one day without her and all but ordered us not to ask about her. Then Newcastle happened, and well …” He trailed off for a moment. “Well, I don’t blame her for staying away after that mess.”

~

When John stepped out of the shaman’s shop, a familiar voice called his attention to the wall next to the door he just exited. “So I hear you need a fancy knife,” you taunted the second his eyes landed on you.

Gods, she’s as stunning as ever, John found himself thinking immediately. “And a human host to boot. You know, the usual level of nonsense with demons.”

“Well, I can help you with one–”

John was cutting you off by pressing his lips to yours before he really knew what he was doing because his feet carried him across the distance between you in two strides and his hands were already twining themselves in your hair to make the kiss harder, more passionate.

And you didn’t fight him in the slightest. No, you were just glad he made the first move, because you knew that if he hadn’t, your usually-iron will would have given out only moments later. Your fingers knotted their way into his blond hair to try to pull him impossibly closer until the need for air made the two of you part. Even then, you didn’t move far away. Instead, you rested your forehead rested against his as your free hand moved to touch your now-swolen lips.

“Shite, I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered, though he made no move to step away.

“Can’t say I’m complaining,” was your response as you pet his hair fondly. “Not like anyone’s around to call us on it.”

“I think Zed already has,” was hisresponse as he looked at the chain that had started worming its way out of your shirt.

“She your seer friend?”

“Clairsentient, and ‘friend’ is an awfully strong word in this line of work, luv.”

“That’s a yes, then. What’s going on with this hunger demon, then? Aside from what you just found out. Why here, why now? This isn’t their usual stomping ground.”

He sighed, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and stepped back a single step. “Gaz.”

“Like … Gaz, Gaz?” You were surprised, for sure. Last you heard of Gary Lester, he’d been lost in a drug haze somewhere overseas.

“It’s a long story. Remind me to fill you in on the Rising Darkness later.”

He sounded as tired as he looked. John Constantine looking rumpled and exhausted wasn’t anything new; he had sleeping issues long before you met him all those years ago.  But this was something else. Something awfulhad happened after the split, and it left quite a mark on the man you loved. If you were the betting type, you’d wager it had to do with whatever happened up in Newcastle that had made the magical community aflutter a while back.

“Do you need help on this one?” you offered. Idly, your hand reached out to straighten his tie. It was a futile gesture, but it was an action that gave you somewhere to look that wasn’t his bloodshot, brown eyes.

“Point me towards that knife, and I can handle the rest.”

You didn’t like his tone. There was something about it that resonated as just this side of unhinged. “What are you going to do?”

John inhaled sharply, clearly having an internal debate over whether or not he should tell you. “If you have anything to say to Gaz, do it now. He’s at the millhouse, provided he hasn’t given Zed the slip yet.”

You eyes slid closed as you nodded along with the realization of what his plan was. “Is it the only way?”

Now, he shrugged. “He wants retribution, he causedthis outbreak, and I need a host–preferably a willing one–in order to trap this demon. Unless you’re wanting to do it yourself, this is really our only option.”

“I’m not exactly the most human of hosts, John.”

“Exactly. Seventy-five percent isn’t exactly good enough, as it were.”

You frowned, not liking the jab at your genetics, but still you found yourself nodding again because he wasn’t wrong. “The knife you need’s at the museum.” The deep breath you took was really the only thing keeping your nerves from being completely out of control. “When the time comes, tell him I say ‘goodbye,’” was all you requested. 

“Alright,” he agreed calmly. “I’ll pass it along.”

“Right. Thanks.” You swallowed thickly. “You know you’ve got a celestial stalker, right?” Desperately, you hoped he wouldn’t comment on the way your voice broke while trying to change the subject.

He snorted, pulling out a cigarette. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Then we better part ways; they get snippier than usual when I’m around in my experience.”

“Will you, uh, be staying close, then?”

“Close enough to be there if you absolutely need me, but, John, you know we can’t–”

“I know, but believe you me, one of these days I’m going to stop caring about the fact that we shouldn’t.”

The scary part was that you suspected that that day would come sooner rather than later, and you were already looking forward to it.

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 1030

Summary: Meeting Zed dredges up even more memories

Of all the things John expected to see when he broke into that tricky little con artist’s apartment, the large, charcoal drawing of him and his ex-wife standing forehead to forehead certainly wasn’t one of them. Either this artist was one hellof a stalker that really wanted to scare him by drawing this, or she was the real deal–a seer of some flavor or another. And if she was a seer …

John squinted at the drawing. Falling out of her shirt in the image was a startlingly familiar pair of rings dangling from a delicate chain: a nice, plain wedding band, and the shitty copper engagement ring he’d won in a gacha vending machine about two minutes before proposing.

“… Bollocks,” he breathed. This drawing wasn’t something from the past like he’d been hoping. In their time together, she’d always worn that stupid thing (for a moment, John could perfectly picture the way her face had absolutely lit up when he’d gone to one knee with that ring still in the plastic orb it came in); there was no way the artist could have known to put it on a chain instead of on her finger if it was based on stalking.

Reluctantly, and with his eyes still tracing the planes of your face drawn in smudgy black, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

When you answered on the first ring with a questioning, “John?” he couldn’t help but chuckle, even if his heart was racing at the sound of your voice turning his name into something that seemed more precious than it had any right to be.

The repeated call of his name shook him out of his stupor. He coughed awkwardly to try and cover it up. “Yeah, luv, it’s me.”

“Are you alright?” Of course thatwas your first reaction to the fact that he was calling. It was sweet even if he chose not to question the reason for your concern. He didn’t need to think very hard to know that you either thought you were in danger that he needed help with or that he was calling you while hopelessly drunk. Again.

“‘M fine. I’ve stumbled across a seer.”

“John …”

“I know,” he waved off her concerned questioning. ”What I don’t know is how you’re involved.”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Tell me, do you wear your rings on a chain around your neck?” Your silence told him plenty. It was hard to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the confirmation. “I miss you too, luv.”

“Don’t, John,” you snapped, voice colder than necessary as you, he assumed, also tried to ignore any lingering feelings that were being dredged up by this phone call.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know how you’re involved, but she’s drawn the two of us together.”

“Could be us in the past,” you suggested. “Maybe she sees memories of people she’s about to meet?”

“Not with that bit about your ring.” John’s fingers moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I’ll try not to bring you into whatever’s going on, but I wanted to give you a warning.”

He could hear you sigh before you spoke up, “Where are you hiding these days? I can make sure I’m nearby in case you need me.”

“That’s not–”

“It is necessary, and youknow it as well as I. Seers never mean anything good. If I start making my way there now, it’ll be less hassle later.”

You were right, especially since, “The mirror showed the two of us a few days ago.”

Silence fell for a moment. “So you’re at the millhouse. I’ll head that way, be in the area and all that.”

“… Thanks, luv.”

“Goodbye, John.”

By the time he pulled the phone away from his ear, John’s heart was racing. That reaction was the exact reason that he made a point to avoid any of your old haunts, because–divorce aside–you still had quite the effect on him.

“Back to work,” he found himself saying in an attempt to convince himself to do just that. So he nosed around Zed’s apartment, for real this time, trying to find any real information about who the woman was.

Before he knew it, he was arguing with Zed about how convenienther vague, no-roots-anywhere lifestyle was. Then he had to worry about scaring her off; he couldn’t take making another friend just to lose them again.

~

When he got back to the millhouse, John was about thirty percent convinced that he was going to see your car parked in the driveway, and the moment he saw that it was empty, a strange combination of relief and sadness washed over him. He wasn’t sure if he could handle being around you after everything in the mining town, but simultaneously his entire being ached for you.

Despite his better judgement, he settled on the couch across from the fireplace with a nice glass of whatever whiskey he found in the cabinet. Looking up at that damned mirror, he was greeted once again with the sight of you. In the reflection, you would have been sitting right next to where he was now. Sitting like this with the memory of you wasn’t an indulgence he’d ever allowed himself. Even at his worst, John hadn’t been dumb enough to think it wise to do such a thing given his proclivities for indulging in things that made him even more self-destructive than he usually was.

Still he found him doing exactly that.

In the mirror, you were looking directly at him like you knew he’d eventually be doing exactly this. Maybe you did; you’d always displayed a tendency to be eerily precognitive. Then any doubt in the matter was removed whenever you in the past mouthed, “I love you,” before looking off to the side as the John from your time walked into view and immediately kissed you.

The current John scoffed. “Enjoy it while you can, mate,” he advised the man he used to be, glass raised as if it was a toast. A really shitty, pathetic, ominous toast.

“You won’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost her.”