First~Previous ~ Here(Final)

Marinette was bouncing in her seat, her mother and father chuckled at her childlike reaction to the plane landing. When it was finally their turn, the Dupain-Chengs grabbed their carry-ons and exited the plane.

“Come on, Maman, Papa! Damian said they were waiting by baggage claim!” The bluenette helped her parents with their things while they made sure they had everything before eagerly leading them through the now familiar airport.

Damian and Marinette had been together for a little over three years, the young designer was now eighteen, her boyfriend a year older. The couple visited each other throughout the year for birthdays, holidays, and whenever they could- of course, Jason was more than happy to chaperone Damian’s visits to Paris, always eager to see his little sister.

The Waynes were quick when it came to accepting Marinette as one of their own, once she’d been fighting one of Hawkmoth’s akumas and apparently someone saw. The entire family ended up spending an hour watching her defeat the villain just to make sure they didn’t need to go help.

Of course, during some of her many visits Marinette got herself in the middle of more than a few prank wars. At first, she participated to get Damian and Jason to work together- wanting two of the most important boys in her life to get along but it quickly became a free for all. It was safe to say Marinette won, getting the entire family with the exception of: Alfred, Mar'i, Kor'i and  Selina, stuck doing a live interview about the family dynamic with questions written by Marinette.

Marinette dragged her parents past her favorite TSA officer with an excited hello before thinking back to when she saw the Waynes family interview. Bruce thought it was the funniest way to oust her to the public, and allowed her to go through with it. Everyone saw Marinette smiling cheekily from the sidelines as they answered question after question, clearly written by her.

// Flashback, 2 years ago //

“Alright, next question: who is the best superhero?” Everyone laughed softly, darting to each other picking sides for the debate to come.

“Oh boy, not this again.” Bruce sighed, Selina patting him reassuringly, she decided to attend the interview, wanting to watch the chaos unfold in person.

“Bat girl!” The three girls exclaimed in unison, hopefully Babs was watching as Stephanie elaborated. “The original, of course. She was awesome, always doing these cool gymnastic tricks- way better than Nightwings!” The boys were quick to counter.

“No way! Robin had way better tricks, did you see the video of him doing that cool triple flip thing?!” Tim offered.

“Nope! Because Nightwing has superior acrobatic skills, I heard he was able to beat the Batman in a fight because of them- when he and the Justice league got brainwashed or something!” Bruce sighed tiredly as everyone else continued to argue, eventually it became a shouting match. Bruce whistled loudly, everyone quieting. The reporter continued.

“This next question is for all of you, except Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, who is your favorite sibling?” They all shared a smug look and answered from left to right, Dick went first. Stephanie and Tim were quick to follow, Cass responding immediately after them.

“Marinette.”

“Marinette.”

“Marinette.”

“Marinette.”

“HEY! She was my sister first! Anyways, Marinette.” Jason exclaimed proudly.

“tt, all my siblings are annoying- with the exception of Cass, the most tolerable.”

“What, brat, you don’t like Marinette?” Jason interrupted before the reporter could ask.

“tt, she is not my sister. And she isn’t any of yours, I’m the only reason she visits Gotham.” Damian huffed defensively.

“YEAH RIGHT! I’m her favorite, she visits for me not you!” Damian scoffed.

“Marinette, obviously prefers me.” Damian challenged, standing- dragging Marinette into view as she blushed furiously. She glared at her boyfriend as she was pulled from her hiding spot. 

“Damian! No-”

“Yes. You should know better than to include me in their pathetic prank war.” Damian kissed Marinette firmly, she responded out of habit before he pulled away with a smirk, sitting. He sat Marinette on his lap, she blushed but didn’t move wrapping an arm behind Damian.

“I assume you’re Marinette?” The Parisian nodded timidly at the reporter’s question.

“And you’re?” The woman asked, curious as to how exactly she was related to the Waynes.

“My girlfriend.” Damian answered for her, Marinette flicked his ear.

“I used to live in Gotham, me and Jason looked out for each other but I got adopted by a nice couple in France! My parents are amazing, anyways, I was on a class trip and saw Jason, and met Damian and we started dating.”

“Despite my best efforts.” Jason huffed, a sixteen-year-old Marinette rolled her eyes.

“He’s exaggerating.” Damian scoffed at that. The reporter seemed to adapt to Marinette’s presence quickly, her teleprompter now changing questions from those Marinette sent to new ones.

“Okay, so Marinette and Damian- who said I love you first?” Marinette smirked, whispered in Damian’s ear, and answered:

“I did.” Damian blushed softly as he starred at Marinette, she said it well over a year ago to which Damian immediately reciprocated. Just to embarrass him, Marinette said ‘Me, beach, bikini.’ which always embarrassed Damian because it always worked- he’d immediately think back to the first time they went to the beach her in a bikini borrowed from Selina.

Jason snorted, and everyone else seemed amused to see Damian flustered.

“Who is more romantic?” Marinette hadn’t been expecting questions other than the ones she wrote but took the opportunity when she saw it.

“He is.” Damian glared at Marinette as his family howled in laughter.

“How?”

“OH! I KNOW I KNOW!” Stephanie raised one hand while putting a finger on her nose. “Damian always sends her flowers, and covers her in a blanket if she falls asleep, and always tries to cook for her even though she or Alfie have to save the day! But she is too! When he got sick, she always called to make sure he was resting instead of working, and sang him to sleep like a little kid! She’s an awesome singer!” Marinette seemed to get even more embarrassed as the rest of the Waynes added their own compliments. The interview was about to end but Marinette got an idea, an awfully hilarious idea, it was her emergency back up.

“Well since you all seem to agree on everything, who caught my sketch book on fire?” The family went silent, everyone looked guilty.

“It was an accident.” Bruce, shockingly, started.

“We never should have tried to cook.” Cass continued.

“But you were sick, and Alfred was out of town.” Dick tried to amend.

“The book was right next to the burner- Damian was looking at it.” Stephanie added, shifting the blame to Marinette’s boyfriend.

“Trying to see what you would make him for Christmas.” Jason seconded.

“ So he could one-up it.” Tim added, unnecessarily.

“Because of how great your gift from last year was.” Stephanie mentioned before everyone spoke together in unison.

“Sorry.” Marinette laughed, they’d rehearsed that.

“You really think I’d leave ideas for all of your gifts in there? PLEASE! You are all too nosy, I keep the one with all of your gifts somewhere safe.” Marinette said, smirking down at Damian who was glaring at his tattletail siblings.

// Flashback ends //

Marinette always smiled at the memory, she loved the Waynes- they had such a beautifully chaotic family dynamic.

“Slow down, Marinette! It’s not like they’ll leave without us!” Tom said, chuckling as his daughter dragged the adults towards baggage claim, only a little bit further and then Marinette would see Damian again. Last they’d seen each other was when Damian visited Paris three months ago, it had felt like an eternity to her. Marinette was pulled to a stop by Sabine, who was cold, the mother put one of her sweaters on while an impatient Marinette watched. Finally, Sabine was ready, closing her bag with a quick 'zip’.

Marinette immediately dragged her parents toward the sign she quickly spotted, Mar'i was sitting on her father’s shoulders with a large poster above her head. The sign was neon pink, with white cut out letters spelling out 'Dupain-Cheng’ in two rows. There were little doodles and hearts decorating the borders.

Damian stood next to Jason, impatiently checking his watch grumbling about how long customs takes. Tim and Stephanie were near them with Bruce, Alfred, Selina, and Kor'i. Only Bruce, Damian, and Jason had met Tom and Sabine before hand. Mar'i was excited to meet her twin’s parents, hearing about their magic desserts.

“Auntie Nettie!” the half-Tamiranian exclaimed, climbing down her father awkwardly before charging towards Marinette. The Parisian was quick to hug the girl back.

“Hello, Mini Me!” The five-year-old was quick to climb onto Marinette’s shoulders, offering her hand to Tom who was now at almost eye level. Marinette’s father took the offered hand and gave the small girl a firm handshake. The girl giggled.

“Uncle Dami! I did it, just like you taught me!”

“Good job, Mar'i!” The girl’s father praised, grabbing his daughter off the short girls shoulders and placing her on the floor.  Damian was about to hug Marinette when Jason steps in front of him and greets his sister.

“Hey, Marinette! it’s good to see you again!” Marinette hugged her brother close before pulling away and turning to greet a now grumpy Damian.

“DAMI!” Marinette said cheerily, latching onto him with a tight hug. Damian hugged back feeling her in his arms again was almost as relaxing as the smell of her hair. The sharp, sweet smell of jasmine invaded his senses with a pleasant undertone of rose water.

“Hello.” She laughed as she pulled away to greet Stephanie and Cass. Damian greeted Tom and Sabine familiarly, as did Jason. Mar'i was quick to properly introduce herself to both.

“Hi! I’m Mar'i, and you’re Marinette’s parents! Tom and Sabine! Auntie Nettie talks about you guys a lot, is it true you two are soulmates like in the fairy tales?” Marinette’s parents laughed softly before starting up a conversation with the girl. Eventually, Marinette’s parents were acquainted with everyone and they made their way to the manor. Tom called their new employee, George, to make sure everything at the bakery was going well with the holiday rush.

It was December 23rd and the weather in Gotham was harsh, everyone was quick to rush into the warm manor. Tom and Sabine quietly marveled at the extravagance of it all. Marinette quickly led them to their room, promising to help them around until they got the hang of the manors maze-like layout.

“Thank you, dear, where is your room?”

“It’s just down the hall, what do you guys want to do? Diner is always at six so you have time to unpack or take a nap.”

“That sounds like a good idea, thank you, Marinette.”

“Of course, Maman! I’ll come get you at five fifty, okay?” Her parents nodded before shutting the door, Marinette made her way to Damian’s room- which so happened to also be hers.

The Parisian plopped on the bed, tired from the flight. Damian noticed her 'tired to the bone’ sigh from his seat at his desk and went to lay down next to her, hugging her from behind his lips pressed to her neck.

“I missed you.” Marinette mumbled, feeling warm and safe in Damian’s arms she struggled to stay awake. Damian stayed silent, slowly rubbing her shoulders as her worked the knots out. Marinette was now laying on her stomach, sighing as he worked. The Parisian always melted under his touch. Finals had been stressful, thankfully she didn’t have to deal with Hawkmoth anymore. Ladybug was still active, with Selina now wearing the miraculous of the cat, but she only dealt with normal crimes or the odd super villain when she was  in Gotham as Ladybird.

“Father thinks we should stay in tonight, with Drake, to avoid suspicion.” Damian mumbled softly, still rubbing Marinette’s back through her warm shirt. Marinette hummed in agreement, her body only felt more tired as time went on, her eyelids drooping.

“Of course, we’ll have to entertain your parents until they go to bed but after that we have all the time in the world.” Marinette could hardly register the words but she caught his tone. He wanted to snuggle, never willing to say the word out-loud.

“Wanna snuggle?” Damian snorted.

“I believe the proper term is cuddle.” Marinette rolled her hardly open eyes, they always argued about this.

“Why can’t it be both?” Marinette softly slurred, her eyes feeling heavy as lead. Damian gave Marinette a kiss on the cheek as he cuddled close to her, keeping her warm.

“Because that would mean I’m partially wrong and that’s impossible.” The world faded to black as Damian’s warm arms pulled Marinette comfortably against him.

Damian looked down at a sleeping Marinette, her shallow even breathing soothing him, her adorable rosy cheeks now matched her pink nose. Marinette hated the cold but she always looked adorable decked out in winter gear, over dressing to the point where Damian had to coax her out of some of her layers.

Damian looked down at the beautiful, strong-willed, stubborn, terrifyingly tiny girl in his arms he only thought of one thing: he was going to marry that girl.

Selina was guiding the Dupain-Chengs and the rest of her family from the dining room to the living room. Damian and Marinette who were tasked with helping Alfred take everything to the kitchen. Suddenly, the feline woman got an adorably funny idea and led everyone on a short detour to the hallway filled with family photos and portraits.

Marinette was pushed up against a wall, Damian had one hand holding her neck and tilting the girls head up while the other snuck under the girls shirt and gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Damian was unyielding, ravaging Marinette’s lips as he kissed her senseless. Marinette’s hands were in his hair, softly scratching against his scalp or simply running her hands through his soft locks, her hands having a mind of the own as Damian’s lips stole all of Marinette’s attention.

Damian’s malleable lips worked against Marinette’s, somewhere far in the back of his mind Damian was thanking Alfred for insisting on his doing the dishes, this gave the couple time to escape from their observant family.

Damian let Marinette breathe as he moved from her lips to her cheek, not stopping as he eventually moved south towards her neck. Marinette was trying to focus on her uneven breathing but Damian was not one to be ignored, his hand on her hip keeping her close as he continued to greedily kiss her neck marking it as his. Marinette’s features relaxed slightly her eyes hardly opening, her thoughts foggy but seemed to have a common factor: Damian, it was either Damian’s lips as they worked the sensitive skin of her neck, or Damian’s smell of peppermint and earl gray tea, or Damian’s family staring in shock- WITH HER PARENTS AND JASON!

Marinette tensed as her eyes flew completely open, she squeaked. Damian seemed to notice the change of atmosphere and paled as he saw the murderous look in Jason and Tom Dupain’s eyes. Bruce looked so done, as if he’d seen it a million times before. Selina and Sabine shared an amused smirk, Tim and Stephanie just looked away, Dick had noticed and covered Mar'i’s eyes before leaving the room, Kor'i with them, blushing intensely- embarrassed for the Parisian, she had been in Marinette’s shoes before and did not miss it.

Damian swallowed dryly. Tom and Jason shared a look, Jason was about to grab Damian and Tom, Marinette but Sabine stopped them short.

“Tom! Leave them alone, how else am I supposed to get grandkids?” Marinette was quick to blush, trying to hide in Damian’s arms, only securing his guilt in Tom’s eyes. Jason was snapped out of Big Brother Mode™ by Tim. Sabine and Selina jokingly ushered the boys and girls out, telling them to give the young couple their privacy.

Marinette wanted to die of embarrassment but once everyone was gone Damian just picked up where he left off, taking his love’s mind off the intrusion. 

The couple walked into the living room more than a few minutes later. The lights were off and a movie playing so no one payed them any mind when they silently sat in the empty loveseat. No one noticed the hickies that decorated Marinette from her jawline to her right collarbone, a feature Damian practically worshiped, or the love bites on Damian’s neck.

Marinette blushed when she saw what Damian had done as they got ready for bed, Damian shrugged before laying on their bed and opening his arms- begging for cuddles.

Jason asked to be Damian’s spar buddy for training the next morning and kicked the assassins ass- literally, but the actual spar was a tie. Tom was heard grumbling about hormonal boys for days, luckily Sabine kept him in check.

That Christmas was an interesting one, to be sure. Luckily some things stayed the same, no matter how hard Damian tried Marinette still out did him. She, as always, received jewelry Damian had been stockpiling to give her on one of the few days she couldn’t refuse and a very special pendant he’d handmade for her, after taking a jewelry making class.

Mari’ insisted the bluenette try everything on, not giving the girl time to take anything off. By the time Marinette was wearing everything she was literally dripping in jewels.

Marinette gave Damian four sweaters, each in a different size. They were for a picture of Damian with Alfred the Cat, Titus, and a very small one that Marinette said went with her other gift. It was a guinea pig Damian was quick to name Adrien, seeing as  how both were small rodents, saying Adrien the hamster was far better. Marinette chastised him and Damian relented eventually naming the small animal after Circe, explaining that just like the sorceress bewitched sailors that visited her island, turning them into pigs, Marinette had enchanted him.

~~~ 6 years later ~~~

Marinette was bouncing in her seat, her mother and father chuckled at her childlike reaction to the plane landing. When it was finally their turn, the Dupain-Chengs grabbed their carry-ons and exited the plane.

Marinette quickly ushered her parents through the crowded airport, past customs and Christmas decorations as she hurried to meet up with Damian, Marinette had spent the last month in Paris helping out with the bakery when her mother had an accident and couldn’t work for a few weeks. Thankfully, Sabine recovered quickly and the Dupain-Chengs decided to visit Gotham for the holidays. Marinette hadn’t seen Damian in weeks and missed him terribly, he always complained about how empty and cold their apartment (penthouse) was without her there.

Damian checked his watch, he still had an hour before Marinette’s plane landed. The man walked to where Jason and his father were standing, looking over the nights patrol routes. He’d already received permission from his father, Kyle, and the Dupain-Chengs, all he needed now was Jason’s approval.

“Father, Todd.” Damian greeted, fidgeting with the box in his pocket. Jason eyed Damian suspiciously.

“What’d you do this time, brat?” Jason asked, a look of annoyance flashed onto Damian’s face before he controlled himself, taking a breath Damian showed him the box. Jason’s eyes widened in understanding.

“Well, brat, looks like you’re gonna beat her when it comes to presents this year. What could be better than your last name?” Damian relaxed at Jason’s reaction to the black velvet box, Damian’s father spoke up.

“You know what you’re going to say?” Damian nodded.

“Where and when you want to ask?” Damian nodded again.

“Well, then all that’s left is that you actually do it.” Damian knew his family would approve but it still felt nice to hear it.

Marinette immediately hugged Damian when she saw him, her parents patiently waiting behind them. Both Marinette and Damian heard the quiet exchange between the married couple.

“When do you think we’ll get the grandchildren?”

“I think they should talk about getting married first, Sabine.” Marinette blushed softly, they’d discussed both at length and seemed to want the same things the only discrepancy being names. Damian was dead set on naming a girl Amora, Marinette liked Emma. Marinette loved the names Hugo and Louis, Damian thought they were meaningless and simple. He favored boys names like Aaron or Alfred. Marinette joked that he was obsessed with the letter A.

It was Christmas morning, the whole family spent the night at the manor. Word of Damian’s gift spread among the ranks like wildfire, a nine-year-old Mar'i could hardly keep it to herself. After the usual Christmas breakfast everyone crowded around the tree, giving each other gifts. Marinette and Damian had yet to give each other their presents, Marinette went first.

“TADA!” Every year, Marinette hand knits sweaters for Damian and all of his pets, so they could take a cute picture. As time went on, Marinette went from cute to ugly Christmas sweaters. Damian smiled as he rolled his eyes, this year’s had intricate reindeer patterns. She always surprised him, and he knew she had a secret place to make his gifts because Damian knew every nook and cranny of their apartment and searched it regularly for hints as to what his gift was.

Marinette’s other gift for him was, as always, amazing and would have easily topped almost anything Damian got her- but this time he’d win.

“Marinette, you are light of my life, the reason I wake up in the morning. You are such a beautiful and determined woman, and the care you put into everything you do is part of what makes you the most terrifyingly amazing person I have ever met. Your heart is filled with such genuine kindness, compassion, and empathy that the world does not deserve you and neither do I, but I’d like to spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of your love. 'If love is a labor, I shall slave away to the end.’ Would you allow me the honor of becoming your husband?” Marinette stared at Damian, his right knee on the ground with his left foot firmly on the ground as he opened the velvety black box.

There were two rings in the box, one was a simple silver band, something that wouldn’t get in the way as she worked, running successful brand like hers was a lot of work. The other was a gorgeous sterling silver ring with a beautifully cut diamond in the center, it was clearly vintage. Marinette felt tears of joy sting her eyes as she tried to get her body to move, finally Marinette was able to speak her voice thick with emotion as she hugged Damian.

“Yes!” Damian couldn’t believe the words that left his girlfriend- no, fiancee’s lips. He was engaged to Marinette, the love of his life. Damian was spurred into action, hugging Marinette back before pushing her away so he could put the rings on her finger, the first was a simple band, the other his grandmothers. At first, Damian had purchased a new ring for Marinette but Selina and Damian’s father gave him is grandmother’s engagement ring and it was perfect. Just like Marinette.

Marinette kissed Damian, the feeling of her left hand on his neck, the cool rings against his neck seemed to ground him. Damian never had to worry again, Marinette would always be with him.

Jason smiled as he saw the pure joy in his little sister’s eyes, he had been wrong. Damian wouldn’t be the reason Marinette’s eyes would look broken, he’d be the reason they swelled with love, with contentment. There was no trace of the broken Marinette from all those years ago, she finally became the person Jason was determined to see her grow-up to be.

She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

Previous ~ Here ~ Next

Marinette was in the kitchen, preparing herself some hot chocolate. After the drama at Wayne tower, Jason insisted she stay with his family. Her older brother seemed to loathe the class with a passion, refusing to let her near them. Marinette’s parents were hesitant at first, not trusting some random Gotham boy to take care of their daughter but eventually they were persuaded. Where she would be staying was definitely a factor, where could be safer?

“I don’t see how you could stand to drink such sugary poison.” Damian stated making her jump, he was right behind her. He reached past Marinette and to the cupboard she was in front of. He grabbed a teacup before pulling his arm back, his eyes never straying from her own.

“Well then… what do you suggest I drink?” Marinette’s hot chocolate sat on the counter behind her, forgotten, as she turned and faced Damian. The Parisian crossed her arms defiantly, Damian looked down at her like she was a cute puppy.

“Tea has been known to calm frayed nerves, perhaps I could prepare you some?”

“W-why would I need to calm down? I feel perfectly fine!” Marinette declared, refusing to give in. Her stubbornness seemed to amuse Damian, he reached out and just barely brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Well, you’ve been blushing since you noticed I was here, for one. Now, would you like some tea? How do you take it?”

“I don’t usually have tea. I tried making myself some a few times but always thought it tasted like bitter water.”

“You haven’t had my tea yet.” Damian challenged, “You wouldn’t be scared to try something I made, would you?” Marinette was coherent enough to see what he was doing, even if his imposing and, frankly, distracting physique was only a hair’s breadth away.

“Only if you have my hot chocolate. Or are you scared of the ‘sugary poison’?” Marinette offered, Damian leaned his head down just a fraction of an inch closer to Marinette before catching himself pulling away. He retreated back a few feet before turning to the sink.

“Alright then, it’s a deal. I’ll try the wretched holiday drink if you have my tea.” Damian spoke with his back to her as he filled a kettle with water.

“Deal.” Marinette agreed before heading to refrigerator, she’s get him to admit her hot chocolate was good. No one called her favorite drink 'wretched’ and got away with it.

“Deal.” Damian reaffirmed.

By the time the drinks were done Marinette was thirsty, she would have had her own hot chocolate but Damian demanded she leave it, claiming it would cloud her pallet. She rolled her eyes at that but by the time she finally got past Damian’s joking defense the drink was cold.

Marinette sipped from her cup first, Damian watched, both amused and attentive as she took a sip of the tea.

He laughed at her wrinkled nose, just for a moment- one could hardly call it a chuckle, before adding the cream.

“Try it now.” Marinette looked at Damian hesitantly before taking another sip, this time he noticed her relax as a small smile graced her lips. Damian smirked at his little victory.

“Alright, your turn Monsieur.” Damian rolled his eyes as Marinette watched him lift the mug. He felt she looked over excited for something so silly but found it strangely endearing.

The warm, smooth liquid made it’s way past his lips and while it was a little too sweet for his liking, it was still good and he told her so.

“Fine, it was adequate.” Marinette rolled her eyes before taking a taunting step toward him.

“Yeah right! That was some of my best work, you don’t get to get away with calling it 'adequate’” Damian scoffed, taking a more intimidating step towards the short girl, one upping her in their little game of chicken.

“Then what do you suggest I call something I found too sweet but bearable?”

“Good! You call it good, it’s important to be polite, Damian!” Marinette took another step forward forgetting how close they already were, refusing to back down. Damian had to look further down than usual to meet Marinette’s passionately determined eyes.

He took his opportunity, using his right hand to tilt her chin upwards, smiling slightly, only slightly. They were so close, he could feel the warmth of her body from where he stood. Damian was about to speak when they saw someone walk into the kitchen, it was Jason.

The teenagers separated themselves quickly but it was too late, the damage was already done. The taller boy immediately scooped Marinette up and slung her over his shoulder. Jason was glaring daggers at a smug Damian before waking out of the room with Marinette. Damian waved goodbye to a blushing Parisian, she followed her old brothers lead and glared at the annoyingly smug boy.

The rest of Marinette’s stay was an amusing balance between getting to know the Wayne’s, spending time with Jason, and sneaking off with an unrepentant Damian.

Whenever Jason was around they kept their distance but were caught more than enough times.

“And you eat this?” Damian asked, bewildered at how anyone could consume something so unhealthy.

“Yes. It isn’t that bad if you have it every once in a while. Sometimes the calories are worth it! Worth the satisfaction of indulgence.” Damian scoffed from his seat on the counter opposite to Marinette, who was baking chocolate chip cookies.

“Why don’t you help me? That way they’re done sooner.” Marinette offered, not realizing how disastrous the question was.

“I think it would be best if I didn’t. Things tend to go wrong when me or my siblings attempt to do anything in the kitchen.” Marinette giggled, she thought Damian was great. He was a good listener, funny, smart, and on top of that he was drop-dead-gorgeous. Marinette knew he wasn’t just being friendly, no, he’d made his intentions perfectly clear when they first met but she didn’t want to become a problem. Jason seemed to hate the idea, so she did her best to keep it friendly- unfortunately, Damian was persistent.

“It’s just rolling the dough into balls, it’s not even real cooking!” Marinette countered and Damian relented, getting up and watching her roll the dough before following suit.

At first, everything went suspiciously well. Damian did a good job rolling the dough and there was a period of comfortable silence, the problem with that was that it was too comfortable. Marinette began to hum, softly at first before it got a little louder. Damian didn’t comment but eventually Marinette realized what she had done and blushed, her hands going to her head- accidentally getting flour on Damian’s (NOT distracting) tight black turtleneck.

Marinette apologized repeatedly but noticed Damian was trying to smother his laughter.

“What? What is it?” The Parisian demanded, her accent thickening as she got more and more worried about what he was laughing at. As it turned out, the in her state of embarrassment she had not only dirtied Damian but also herself. She had cookie dough smeared across both cheeks. She blushed a deep red, making the cookie dough even more visible.

Eventually, Marinette moved past her embarrassment and spoke to a working Damian as he loaded the cookies in the oven.

“Oh Damian~” The boy turned, his eyes still amused.

“Ye-” Damian was cut off by a cloud of flour, she’d thrown the powdery substance at him as he turned. While blinded by the thick cloud of white Marinette was able to get close enough to get some cookie dough on his forehead.

“Oh it is on, little one, and I don’t loose.” They spent the next ten minutes throwing flour, extra dough, and water at each other, in a world of their own.

Reality didn’t come crashing down on the teens until they saw the flash of a camera.

It was Tim and Stephanie.

Marinette blushed as she tried to dust the flour off herself, embarrassed that she’d made such a mess in someone else’s home. Damian seemed to be torn between being amused at Marinette’s embarrassment and trying to salvage what was left of his reputation.

“Jason’s gonna lose it.”

“Todd doesn’t need to know.”

“What’s in it for us?” Stephanie countered, using her hand to lower Tim’s hand as he tried to call Jason.

“Cookies?” Just as Marinette spoke the timer went off and she went to take the treats out of the oven. The warm chocolate-y smell filled the room as both Steph and Tim began to drool.

“Todd doesn’t need to know?”

“Jason doesn’t need to know.” Tim seconded as Marinette fanned the cookies. When they were cool she handed them all the cookies on a plate. All but one that she negotiated for Damian to try.

Dick, Tim, Steph, Selina, even Bruce found it hilarious, they understood why Jason hated it, but they also saw that she brought out the best in Damian. It pissed Jason off, Marinette was off limits. Damian was frustrated because had Jason not been so annoying he’d have asked her out already, but watching the second robin get so riled up also made the chase that much more fun (not that Damian would even consider perusing her without her explicit encouragement).

Damian was taking Titus out for a walk on the grounds when he heard a familiar hum, he followed the high, sweet tune to the rose gardens where a small Parisian sat, sketching.

Marinette sat on a small bench for two, her hair in loose waves. She wore a black skirt that ended just above her knees and a deep red halter top with matching red flats. She looked stunning, surrounded by the vibrant rose bushes. He studied her for a moment more before making his presence known.

“What are you drawing?” Damian asked as he approached the girl. Marinette wasn’t as jumpy as when they first met, getting used to his sudden appearances.

“A new design, a dress.” Everyone knew she wanted to be a designer but no one knew she was MDC yet. Marinette convinced herself that was because it hadn’t come up yet but in reality she was embarrassed. She’d heard Tim say they were his favorite designer and that if he ever met them he’d either fall in love (Stephanie slapped him across the head at that) or pass out.

Marinette didn’t look up until Damian’s shadow blocked the light. Marinette decided to tease him and ignore the boy in favor of his dog.

“Hello again, Titus! What a good boy, so cute!” She poured all her attention onto the animal who took it in stride. Damian didn’t like being ignored but humored her, petting Titus.

“You like to design.” It wasn’t a question, Damian remembered what Grayson told him about conversation. He tried to find a relevant topic that would allow him to compliment her.

“May I see your sketch?” Damian asked, still paying attention to Titus. Marinette blushed as she quickly shut her sketchbook.

“Uh… hehe- maybe another day.” Her logo was on the corner of each page and Marinette didn’t want to risk it. Damian thought she looked adorable, blushing deeply, but he also thought it was uncalled for- he hadn’t begun his teasing yet. This caught his attention and curiosity, he had to see the book.

“What? Why are you blushing?” Damian teased but he saw she was getting uncomfortable, he had done it in good fun but he saw he’d overstepped.

“Apologies- I’m sorry if I crossed a line I was just teasing, you don’t have to show me- I didn’t mean it.” Damian was at a loss, he didn’t think before he spoke and ended up stringing together apology after apology. Marinette giggled.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to blush!” Damian hadn’t even noticed how hot his face was, this only embarrassed him further.

“Oh~ Do you need some tea? To calm the nerves?” Marinette teased, earning a half-assed glare from Damian, who was still trying to fight his blush. Finally, he got it under control. Despite the sidetrack Damian persisted, trying to start up another conversation just like Grayson told him to. He sat next to Marinette on the bench.

“The gardens are beautiful this time of year, are they not?” Damian offered. Marinette hummed in agreement, studying her surroundings before her eyes met Damian’s.

“Breathtaking.” Damian complimented, making Marinette blush heavily. Damian glanced at her full, pale rose lips, unconsciously licking his own. The Parisian seemed to notice and she tilted her head upward slightly, only slightly, with her eyes half-closed.

Damian summoned his courage and leaned in closer, they both closed their eyes. Just as they were about to close the gap, his hand was about to hold her check. Damian swore he felt her soft lips barely brush his when they heard Jason yell.

“AH! Get off her! NOPE NOPE NOPE!” Jason was a few meters away but both teens obeyed, embarrassed. Jason grabbed Marinette’s hand and quickly, but carefully, pulled his little sister away from Damian. “From now on, you two aren’t allowed in the same room anymore. Except diner. Keep away from Nettie, Demon Brat.”

Damian saw Jason’s face, this wasn’t just because he thought it was weird to see Damian try to date someone he saw as family- no, it was something else entirely. It was because he saw Marinette as too good, too pure for Damian.

Jason didn’t want Marinette to be dragged into the mess that was Damian’s life.

Jason didn’t want Marinette to suffer because Damian didn’t know how to deal with his emotions.

Jason didn’t want Marinette to be hurt by Damian, he didn’t want to see someone he loved hurt. It wasn’t just because it was Damian, it was because he didn’t want to see Marinette’s heart get broken.

Damian, shockingly, backed off- hardly even acknowledging the girl on the few occasions they crossed paths. He wasn’t outwardly rude like he was with his siblings but Marinette seemed to catch on. At first she was a little dejected but was adamant about keeping positive.

Jason spent as much time as possible with his little sister, making sure to watch movies, tour the city, and just hang out all the time. He also made sure that she got to know the rest of the family, except Damian. And the fourth robin let it happen, he kept to himself and let her spend time with everyone else.

And then family night reared it’s ugly head.

Marinette was sitting with Alfred the Cat and Cass on the sofa, Jason on a chair near Marinette, waiting for everyone else to arrive for the movie.

The Parisian beamed when she met Kor'i and Mar'i, quickly bonding with both. Marinette was quickly dubbed Auntie Nettie by an Auntie Steph and Uncle Timmy. Dick was about to play the first movie when Kor'i spoke up.

“Where is the little D?”

“Yeah! Where’s Uncle Dami?” A four year old Mar'i asked from her father’s lap. Jason scoffed, he was about to speak when someone walked in.

“Has anyone seen Alfred the Cat?” Damian asked, before he saw Jason and Marinette. Damian was about to say never mind- noticing Alfred purring in Marinette’s arms, but Mar'i beat him to it.

“Uncle Dami!” The half Tamaranian announced, jumping from the couch and flying into her uncle’s arms. Marinette was quick to catch onto the families nightly activities and let them catch her talking to Tikki. Jason clearly wasn’t happy, neither was Damian, but on the bright side they didn’t have any secrets. Kor'i and Mar'i were briefly discussed but Marinette didn’t pry.

“It’s been forever, like a whole week! You have to come watch the movie with us, it’s family night! You can sit next to Marinette! Isn’t she pretty? And nice?” Mar'i chattered and waited for Damian to respond.

“Yes, she is very nice.” Damian spoke as carried his niece to her father who gave him an encouraging smile before Damian sat between Marinette and Cass. Mar'i spoke up just before Dick could play the movie.

“And pretty! Right Uncle Dami? Isn’t she really pretty? Like momma!” Kor'i gave her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, distracting the girl from Damian and Marinette’s panic- and Jason’s low growl.

Dick played the movie and gently shushed his daughter, stopping her from asking Damian again. Telling her she did a good job and would get extra popcorn.

The movie was some children’s story that Damian couldn’t seem to pay attention to, all he could seem to think about was the Parisian next to him- cuddling Alfred the Cat with her knees practically tucked to her chest, her back to him.

Damian took notice of Marinette’s drooping shoulders and yawns as the movie progressed, but he hadn’t expected for her to suddenly turn and cuddle onto his side, grabbing his arm as she and Alfred slept. Jason clearly didn’t like it but Marinette was immovable, sleeping peacefully against a tense Damian. The boy did everything in his power to not sink into the warm sofa and nap alongside her, exhausted. He fought his tired eyes as best he could but it was a losing battle.

Eventually the movie faded away, his head rested upon something soft.

Jason wanted to be mad, he wanted to move Marinette so she rested against him- she always used to as a little girl but he saw she was clinging to Damian, whether it was intentional or not. Jason knew Damian hadn’t done anything to give Marinette reason to cuddle him, finally understanding that Jason just didn’t want to see Marinette hurt. Unfortunately, neither could do anything about it. 

Jason also knew he couldn’t blame Damian for passing out, knowing as well as anyone that finals and patrol were a bad mix but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to slap him for passing out and unconsciously cuddling with Marinette.

Alfred the cat eventually woke from his nap and moved from his warm spot between the two teenagers and left the room to do only God knows what. The sudden lack of warmth seemed to stir both Marinette and Damian. The Parisian whined softly as she nuzzled closer to Damian, her legs ended up across his lap as they snuggled closer. Jason clenched his fists and jaw before bringing his attention back to the movie, trying to think of what to do.

By the time the movie ended, Jason was at a loss- at some point Cass left the room so Damian and Marinette were literally lying on each other, limbs entangled as they slept, blissfully unaware of their compromising position. Everyone softly laughed and took pictures of Damian sleeping and Marinette lying carefully on top of him, his arms wrapped around her with her head tucked under his chin. Their their legs tangled.

“Jay, I’m sorry but they’re so cute together. And they really seem to like each other, I know it’s weird for you but let them be.” Dick tried, he’d been rooting for them since Damian started to ask about how to start a conversation, lines you don’t cross, how to tell if a subject is off limits. The first robin prayed to whatever god was out there that his brother would finally see that their dating wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“I know.” Jason noticed Damian back off when he realized why Jason didn’t want them to date, it wasn’t just because Damian was an ass, if something ever happened to Damian- Marinette would be a mess and he couldn’t stand to see the broken look in her eyes ever again. Jason knew it was a shitty reason, she’d probably be a mess no matter what, but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted to protect Marinette. Jason finally knew what to do, but until then he’d let them sleep.

Jason walked out of the room, annoyed- the brat won. Damn their stubbornness. Hopefully it would make Damian more bearable…

Damian woke up with the sun, but for once wanted to stay in bed. He was warm, and a calming, steady breathing tried to lull him back to sleep- wait. Why would he feel someone else’s breathing?

Damian’s eyes snapped open and scanned the room, he was lying in the living room with a blanket on him and- 'No. No. No. Of all the times to pass out, of all the people-’

Damian’s mind went into overdrive trying to remember how he’d gone from sitting with Marinette leaning on him to falling asleep with her. He knew he was dead, but suddenly his mind focused on the even sound of her breathing, she was still sleeping- dead to the world. There was no reason to wake her, so Damian closed his eyes, pulled Marinette closer, and allowed himself to go back to sleep. Enjoying his last moments in the land of the living.

Something made a noise, Damian opened his eyes again. This time Marinette awoke with him, propping herself up on his chest and rubbing her eyes with a tired yawn.

“Good morning.” Marinette froze at the sound of Damian’s deep, rough, sleep-filled voice as she took in a messy haired, tired Damian. She blushed, hard, morning Damian was officially her favorite Damian.

“D-Damian- w-what happe- did I- I’m so sorry!” Marinette sat up, not thinking about what she was doing. She continued to apologize while Damian panicked, if Jason walked in right now- he’d die for the second time. Breaking the family record, sure, but that certainly wouldn’t be worth it. Well… No, not worth it- unless someone brought him back again… No, no, Todd would likely make it painful. Definitely not worth it.

“Marinette-”

“No, this is totally my fault! I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, you were probably really uncomfortable with me leaning on you like that!”

“Marinette really it’s alri-”

“No, Damian! It’s not alright, I- Jay probably got really mad at you, I’ll- I’ll talk to him make sure he knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“Marinette?” The Parisian seemed to be done with her ranting and was staring at Damian again, she for some reason, hadn’t noticed earlier but Damian wasn’t wearing a shirt. In Marinette’s sleepy state she just stared unabashedly. Damian’s voice seemed to get her attention.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t sit like that…” Damian refused to call it what it was. Had he wanted to be more accurate, and he didn’t, he would have asked her to stop straddling him.

Marinette froze, blushed, and then started whining in embarrassment. Her head in her hands. Damian was having a difficult time holding back his own blush but was managing alright.

“Marinette?” Damian asked, she peaked out from between her hands and realized she had yet to get off him, finally he sat up on his own and gently pushed her off him. They sat next to each other, Damian refused to look at Marinette in her beautifully flustered state.

Jason walked in with his arms crossed, he leaned against the door-frame.

“Awake are we?” He asked, not expecting an answer, he didn’t get one.

“Well, Demon Spawn, let’s just say your reputation is effectively ruined. Steph and Selina got more than enough pictures to get even you to blush.” The two teenagers refused to look at Jason, he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting his annoyance surface.

“I can’t even-” Damian waited for the inevitable outburst, for once. “ I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this- You two were cute or whatever but word of the wise, brat- hurt her and I’ll kill you. Got it?” Both teenagers heads snapped up, Marinette blushed. Damian nodded a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

'FINALLY’ Was the only thing Damian thought in that moment before he began to plan how to ask her out. He needs to speak to Grayson again, unfortunately.

And with that, their banter and teases began again. This time there was no bribery to keep Damian’s siblings quiet and no Jason to stop their kisses. The young couple went on dates, watched movies, laughed at the put off look Damian’s family would have when he said something awkwardly funny. Of course, Jason was still insistent on sibling bonding, stealing Marinette as often as possible- that became their new game: who could get Marinette for the day.

Of course, there were some close calls. Jason had walked in on Damian and Marinette kissing… for an extended period of time… he stood frozen and watched in horror as they made out on a chair in Damian’s room, Marinette’s hands in Damian’s hair with his hands at her hips, keeping her pressed against him as her legs bracketed his hips.

Damian noticed Jason first, immediately pushing away and inwardly cursing. Marinette blushed furiously and had to stop Jason from killing Damian but her messy hair and slightly swollen lips didn’t help.

Of course, everyone else thought it was hilarious.

As they say, all good things must come to an end. After three weeks of freedom from her class, their trip finally came to an end and so did Marinette’s reunion. By the end of her stay Marinette knew why she’d be okay, from now on she had a family four times as big as before. The Parisian couldn’t be happier: she reunited with her brother and has an adoring boyfriend. All she had to do now was survive the last few weeks of the school year before transferring to Mme Mandeleiev’s class.

I’m gonna be okay, Marinette thought that to herself as they made their way to the airport. Damian didn’t want her to leave, no one did, he held Marinette’s hand while she spoke to Jason who promised to visit often.

Everyone hugged her goodbye or said so from a respectful distance before she passed through security and rejoined her class.Both Damian and Jason glared at the class in warning, they still seemed to be reeling from the discovery that the Italian was a liar. People called out to the girl, shouting apologies. Marinette just walked past as if she couldn’t hear a thing. 

And then she was gone. Damian and Jason pouted, they already missed her, luckily summer was right around the corner. They’d get her to visit soon, or if they had to they’d go to Paris.

After all, family is supposed to stick together. And despite their attempts at denying it, they were clingy.

Here ~ Next~Last

Jason was annoyed, he didn’t understand why he had to babysit a bunch of annoying teenagers. Bruce tried to make the excuse of keeping them safe while Joker was on the loose, but that didn’t mean the head of security of an international company should be following some stupid tourists.

On top of that, his little sister’s birthday was coming up. It was hardly a week away but Jason was already feeling the guilt, she would have turned fifteen this year. Jason remembered how a six-year-old Marinette would go on and on about when she became a teenager.

// Flashback, 12 years ago //

“Jay-Jay!” A small half-Asian girl with midnight hair exclaimed, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement as her hands shot up, asking to be held.

“Alright, alright, jeez I just got back, pixie! And you’re getting to old for this!” A fourteen-year-old Jason picked up the far too light girl, balancing her on his hip as he fished the granola bar out of his back pocket. “Are you hungry?” Marinette shook her head ‘no’, pushing the food towards him.

“I ate yesterday, it’s your turn.” Marinette pouted but took the food anyways.

“Wanna share?” She offered, Jason shook his head. He insisted she eat, and eventually she did.

“Now, I have to go back.” Marinette frowned, “I just came to bring your food. I’ll be back soon, see you tomorrow.” Jason gave his little honorary sister a hug before tucking her into bed, using both her blanket and his.

“When I’m big, like you, I’m gonna make you stay!” Jason chuckled softly before tucking her in again, on the inside he was proud. She was so smart, she’d grow-up to become an amazing person, Jason just had to make sure she lived long enough to do it.

// Flashback ends //

Jason never saw Marinette again, that was the night Batman found him and took him in. His life had changed so much since that night, if only he hadn’t been so stupid and told Bruce about Marinette, Jason was convinced he would have taken her in too. But now it was too late, apparently she’d been adopted by some couple in Europe but the case was sealed and without telling Tim or Bruce he’d never get his hands on them.

The second robin was pulled out of his thoughts when Dick approached him, strangely not at work.

“What?” Dick seemed to get more and more excited as he walked with Jason.

“Where are you going, Jay?” Jason glared at his brother, shoving him off.

“I have to go babysit some french class that Bruce invited.”

“Hey, you never know- it could be fun!” Jason just rolled his eyes at his older brother’s golden retriever-like mentality. They turned a corner and boarded the elevator.

“What are you even doing here, aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I got the afternoon off.”

“Great, wanna take my place?” Dick looked at his watch before responding.

“No, trust me, you’re the better person for the job.” Jason was confused by that, but the elevator doors opened and a quick glance at his own watch told Jason he was late.

“Whatever.” Jason huffed as he walked to the lobby, but Dick just followed him as he messed with his phone. Odd.

Marinette was excited, her class had been selected by Wayne Enterprises for a class trip! She was so happy that she’d get to see Gotham again. No one knew that Marinette had grown up in the states and been adopted by the Dupain’s, not that anyone cared. The class was quick to fall into Lila Rossi’s trap, it hurt Marinette to see her friends leave her but she’d be okay. She had Tiki and her parents.

She might not have Jason, but she’d be okay. She had to be, Ladybug couldn’t be emotional compromised.

Lila suddenly pulled Marinette from her revere when she gasped,

“Oh my goodness, you won’t tell anyone right? Bruce always hates when people find out, our family is really serious about privacy… but you won’t say anything right?” The class was quick to give their assurances before Lila continued to spin her web of lies. She was prattling about some rich boyfriend of hers and how she’s practically family.

Instead of listening to the mindless Italian, Marinette decided to take in the modern lobby. The walls were a sharp white that went well with the dark marble floors. There was a sleek receptionists desk with four busy-looking employee’s. Everyone was dressed in business-wear so the french class stood out like a sore thumb. The room had tall ceilings with an understated, modern chandelier and rounded sofas. The seating was scattered throughout the large lobby.

Their tour guide was a nice blond man named Mark, he that said they were going to begin as soon as a security guard assigned to escort them arrived. Marinette was waiting near Mark and Mme. Bustier, keeping her distance from Lila’s coffee and her class’ harsh glares.

“Later,Dick.” An almost familiar voice called, it was gruffer and deeper than it used to be but Marinette instantly recognized it.

“Jay-Jay?” Marinette called out, softly, disbelievingly, it wasn’t the first time she’d thought she heard the voice but the bluenette couldn’t help but hope. He caught it and their eyes met. Marinette could feel her eyes fill with unshed tears as she took Jason in, he was much taller with dark hair and an odd white tuft on the front. His face had matured since she’d last seen him, he now had sharp features and a strong jawline, his eyes were unmistakable. He was dressed in a suit but on top of his shirt was a bullet proof vest, sure she couldn’t remember much but his voice had always calmed her and the thought of the skinny fourteen year old smirking would always make her smile, it was almost instinctual.

“Pixie pop?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe his eyes, behind the shock was relief- and grief. Marinette slowly walked towards Jason, stopping right in front of him.

Jason couldn’t believe it. After all these years they finally found each other again. Regret and disappointment washed over him in waves. Her eyes looked broken. He never should have left her, he should have found her sooner, he should have told Bruce, he should have done something- anything.

“Marine-?” Jason tried to speak but was cut off, Marinette had slapped him. Hard. The harsh noise of her hand hitting his skin got everyone to stop in their tracks, even the eternally busy receptionists. His cheek stung, she was stronger than she looked. He didn’t stop her.

“Idiot.” Before Jason even knew what was happening Marinette was hugging him, jumping to reach her arms around his neck.

He did his best to shove back his self loathing for another time, right now he had to focus on Marinette.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Jason just kept apologizing as he hugged her back, a stray tear seared his cheek. Marinette cut him off with a flick to his ear- he used to do that when she was bratty.

“Where did you go? Why did you leave me? I was alone. And you promised!” Marinette spoke, pushing through the tears, through the emotion- all Jason could do was dip his head in shame. He always promised they’d stay together, no matter what.

“A lot of stuff happened, Pixie. Let’s get out of here- yeah?” Marinette nodded before hugging Jason again, this time around the waist.

“I missed you, you big idiot. You’re the worst brother ever, you owe me a lot of candy.” Jason relaxed at the word brother, even if he had years to make up for it was better than losing his little sister for good.

“See! I told you he was looking into it for a reason, pay up!” Dick exclaimed, that got Jason’s attention. Dick and the rest of his siblings saw his glare and quieted. Damian wasn’t even paying attention, he was on his phone. Tim saw the glare but still payed Dick, grumbling as he did so.

“Go be idiots somewhere else.”

“No way! She said brother! That makes us her brothers too!” Marinette jumped at the conclusion, Jason growled. He glared again, but the tiny person clinging to Jason took the edge off.

“Dick Grayson.” The original Robin introduced himself politely, “Nice to meet you.” She greeted the boy politely, wiping her tears away with her left while she shook his hand with her right.

“Tim Drake.” The most exhausted of the group introduced, he was about to do something to the youngest- whose head was still buried in his phone- but was interrupted.

“Of course the slut has an american sugar daddy!” Lila loudly announced laughing, the rest of the class joined in- some more hesitantly than others. Jason noticed Marinette try to make herself smaller, hugging him tighter- this wasn’t anything new to her.

Jason glared, the boys eyed him- worried about the genuinely deadly look in his eye.

“What did you call her?” Jason asked in perfect french, the children flinched. Mme Bustier stood between the students and Jason, looking nervous but determined.

“Please don’t intimidate my students.” The woman tried to sound firm but failed miserably.

“Then maybe you should stop your students from bullying their classmate, or did you not hear the brunette insult another student?!” Caline didn’t know whether or not to answer but decided to stay quiet.

“Any of you brats insult my little sister again and you won’t wanna know what happens.” Jason quietly threatened, meaning every word.

“Little sister?” Alya exclaimed, “Please! Marinette is an only child, if you’re going to lie at least be convincing! You don’t know her at all, the lying bully is just trying to steal the spotlight again!” Jason was pissed and took a threatening step towards the girl, but deep down he knew she was right, he didn’t know Marinette. But the one thing he did know was that he was her brother, and no one messed with his family.

For once, Jason’s brothers were quiet. Dick and Tim were waiting to see how Jason would handle everything, waiting to see if they needed to intervene. Damian was on his laptop, not giving anyone a second glance. It seemed to Jason he had been paying attention because Damian assumed he’d be in the lobby long enough the take out his computer.

The entire exchange from the moment the insult was given to now had taken no longer than a minute but Marinette was still clinging to Jason until he tried to walk towards Alya again, she had whispered something to Lila that made her laugh and when Jason tried to move forward Marinette released him and grabbed his suit coat, trying to pull him back. Sure the pulls were weak but she meant it.

“You’ll just make it worse, Jay.” He huffed, there was no way in hell he was going to let Marinette anywhere near the moronic class ever again.

“Fine, let’s call security and get them out of here.”

“Hey you can’t do that, we were invited by Bruce Wayne himself.” Jason continued as if the bespectacled brunette hadn’t spoken.

“Oh wait! I am security! Get out.”

“Jason-”

“B! Great, you can tell them to leave! I’m outta-here!”

“You’re not going anywhere, Jason, and the class is scheduled for a tour. Tim, call Lucius. Ask him to cover for us and get someone whoisn’t the head of security to escort the tour. Never touch my email again.” Tim sheepishly agreed, dialing Lucius’ number.

Bruce then turned to the French class as they stared in awe, Caline blushed softly.

“You must be Mme Bustier?” She nodded, “I’m Bruce Wayne, my apologies for the delay, the tour will be starting shortly. If it’s alright with you, may Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng be excused from the tour?” Bruce spoke in pristine French, the teacher could only nod in response to the older man’s rehearsed smile.

“Mr. Wayne! Can I get a quote for an article?” Alya asked without thinking.

“What’s your article about?” Bruce asked, curious.

“Uh-” Alya blushed before trying to disappear into the crowd, he politely ignored her outburst.

“It was a pleasure meeting all of you, but if you’d excuse me I have other things to attend to-”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to greet Lila?” The billionaire looked confused for a moment before he noticed one girl looking particularly distressed.

“I’m sorry to say I don’t know anyone by that name, now if you’ll excuse me-”

“What do you mean? Lila Rossi, your honorary niece! She practically lived with you when her mother worked at the embassy here in Gotham! Your youngest son, Damian’s childhood friend! Her boyfriend!” The boy on his laptop snorted at Rose’s statement.

“I am not in a relationship with anyone, and I have no childhood friends.” Damian shut his laptop as he ran a hand through his hair making a good portion of the class blush, Marinette couldn’t help but think 'He’s too good looking for his own good’. His dark hair and tan skin highlighted his jade eyes, a business suit adding to her professional demeanor. His shorter, swoopy hair was mesmerizing… and his arms were thick and seemed strong, the veins on his hand clearly visible as it moved through his silky locks. Jason seemed to catch onto her train of thought and hastily covered her eyes.

“No.” Marinette giggled, coming back to reality when the boy was shielded from view. He was as protective as ever. She remembered how he’d get when the other kids used to get close to Marinette, being a little girl meant pity cash from adults and was a solid partner on the streets of Gotham. Marinette moved his hand to watch the long awaited fall of Liar Rossi.

“What do you mean?” Nino exclaimed.

“If that wasn’t true, what else did you lie about?” Kim exclaimed, Alix seconded.

“Nothing, I swear.” The brunette pleaded, desperately trying to convince the class.

“Does this mean you don’t know those music producers you promised I’d get to meet?” Nino demanded, the class began to circle around Lila, all asking about promises she’d made

“And the acting internship?” Milene asked.

“Do you even know Ladybug?”

“Or Jagged Stone?”

“Was anything you said true?” The class continued to ask her questions, Lila looked shaken as her not-so-carefully crafted web of lies fell apart.

“Was what you said about Marinette true?”

“Did she even bully you?”

“I knew she wouldn’t say such horrible things!”

“Yeah, Marinette never would have hurt anyone! I can’t believe we fell for your lies!” Everyone began to yell at Lila, blaming her for all the awful things they did to her. Jason could hardly stand it, pulling Marinette into another hug- she had been dealing with morons.

“Class! Now is not the time, we have a tour. Unless you want the trip to end early I suggest you quiet down!” Mme Bustier was ignored. Mike whistled, loudly.

“Alright! It’s time for the tour, so quiet down!” The tour guide quickly took a head count and led the class away, an artificial smile in place. Everyone was either glaring at the Lila girl or looking at Marinette as they walked away.

“Sorry about them, they can get pretty loud.” Marinette tried to play the whole thing off, they let her.

“Bruce Wayne.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, it’s an honor to meet you sir. Thank you for the trip!” Bruce gave his three younger sons a look, Damian was back on his laptop but was quick to defend himself.

“I, for one, had no part in this, father. They bet on why Jason looked into some girl’s adoption file.”

“And you knew?” Damian stopped typing and looked up.

“Maybe… but you can’t prove anything.” Tim smirked before he remembered what he was going to do before any of the drama came up.

“Damian! Introduce yourself!” The boy who looked to be a little older than Marinette rolled his eyes with a sigh but approached the girl nonetheless, glaring at Tim before looking at Marinette for the first time. His scowl morphed into something else as he studied her.

Marinette noticed his examining her and blushed, but looked back at him just as interested.

“… Damian Wayne.”

“Marinette.” They shook hands, neither taking their eyes off each other. Jason looked between the two teenagers, first at Damian then to his little sister before going back to Damian and then back to Marinette before it stopped on Damian’s- Jason.exe stopped working before it went into overdrive.

As if on instinct, Jason put a hand on each of their shoulders pushing them apart. Their longer-then-normal hand shake ended as they eyes snapped to Jason.

“Don’t even think about it. No way in hell, brat, keep your slimy paws off my sister.” Marinette blushed heavily, averting her eyes in embarrassment.

Dick and Tim howled in laughter when they heard Damian’s response, Bruce smirked.

“She’s your sister, not mine.”

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Every touch was a rush to him, her cool hands on his burning skin. Their relationship was purely lust, he knew that, but god did he want more from her but he had a image to uphold. It was torturous to him.

Jason watched as she got dressed, the straps of her dress being pulled over her shoulders, a cigarette hung off his lips as he laid in the wake of their aftermath

“Quit staring.” She teased and moved to straddle him, she leaned down and took the cigarette from him, she took an inhale and leaned down to kiss him, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. Jason sat up, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft against his.

Y/n giggled as she was sitting on the couch next to Jason, texting someone.

“Whose that baby?” He hummed

“Nobody. Don’t worry about it.” She snapped

He glanced over and caught a quick glimpse as a random dude was flirting with her

“What the fuck!” He yelled, he grabbed the phone as he got up

“Fucking give it back!” She yelled and got up

“You want this?” He opened the door to the balcony and threw it out, it felt nine stories

“What the fuck Jason?!” She screamed and gently shoved him

“Fuck you!” He snapped, she stormed into the bedroom and grabbed her overnight bag

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m leaving.”

“No the fuck you’re not.”

Jason grabbed her arm as she walked passed, he knew he shouldn’t have thrown her phone, it wasn’t a good thing, they weren’t even dating, why did it matter that she talked to other dudes?

“Go fuck yourself.”

She tried to pull away but Jason tightened his grip a bit, she slapped him in retaliation. He gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She kissed back as his knee pushed in between her legs. Jason held her hands above her head as he kissed her neck.

Her clothes were shed as he carried her to his room, soft moans came from her mouth as he left a hickey on her neck. He gently tossed her on the bed before pulling off his shirt. She bit her lip and watched. He smirked and let his jeans fall down before stepping out of them.

“Fuck..” she whispered as ran her fingers through her hair

His boxers came off next as he crawled over her, his lips on hers, her legs on either side of his hips.

“I fucking ha-“ she gasped as he slipped his cock inside her

“What’s that princess?” He smirked

“I fucking hate you.”

“I know.”

He smirked before he started to pound into her, fucking away the anger.

Jason was now determined to make her his. Things were going pretty good too. He was dressed in his red hood outfit as he came into her apartment, she was sitting on the couch watching a show. He smirked and unholstered his gun, she always talked about how much she wanted him to put a gun to her head. He unloaded it and put the gun to the back of her head as he took his helmet off

“Y/n, I think it’s time we push past all this bullshit and admit that the feelings are there.”

She smirked and turned the tv off

“Oh yeah?” She hummed, she saw Jason nod in the reflection off the black tv screen

“Fine. I’ll be your girlfriend if that’s what you want so bad.”

She wanted it too, she couldn’t lie

“Don’t fuck me over. Don’t play your fuckin games. It’ll be dangerous.”

It was a very empty threat but it was more so just to go with the vibe of what was happening

“Pull the trigger.” She said

Jason pulled it without hesitation. The pistol making a click noise

“Empty, just like your threats. Now, fucking go take that shit off. We got movies to watch.”

She smiled softly. Jason chuckled and holster the gun before walking to her room to put on some clothes he left there for times like this. He could feel that things were going to be good for once.

Anniversary Sex || SMUT || Jason Todd x Reader

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Tonight was their anniversary, two years since they had started dating. They had done the classic get dressed up and go out to dinner but that wasn’t the exciting part. The exciting part was the sex.

Jason smirked down as the front door to their house shut behind him. He grabbed Y/n’s hand and spun her around to face him. Her breathing hitched as she saw the look in his eyes. Pure lust.

Jason put one hand on the side of her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her. He backed her against the wall. Her lips worked to kiss him back as her hands undid the buttons on the white shirt he wore

Jason’s lips dragged from her mouth down her jaw and to her neck. He aggressively attacked her neck with kisses and faint bite marks. She let out soft moans as her fingers tangled in his hair. Her nails scraping his scalp lightly

“I love the noises you make when you start to come undone.” He smirked as he picked his head up to look at her

Her cheeks went a light pink

“Thank you daddy.”

Her voice was soft as she tugged his shirt off

“You should see what I’m wearing under this.”

Jason picked up his head again from her neck, his lips pulled into a smirk, he licked his lips, looking at her like she was his prey.

“I’m not wearing anything under this.”

He pounced, metaphorically. He picked her up by her thighs and carried her to the bedroom. He gently threw her down on the bed, he leaned over to kiss her as a distraction as he ripped her dress right off her body. Y/n gasped

“Jason”

“Shh, kitten. Come get on your knees for me.”

“That was my favorite dress.” She whined as she sat up

“Don’t make me tell you twice, kitten.” His voice was rough, it went straight to Y/n’s cunt, she could feel her wetness begin to pool

“Oh shut up and take your pants off.” She backtalked, being a brat was one of your favorite things to do.

Jason grabbed her by the jaw and stared into her eyes, silently questioning her

“Did I stutter? Take your pants off.” She challenged

“On your knees, hands out.” He growled as he pulled out their sex rope

Y/n knew what was coming, she was going to be teased without mercy

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.“

He tied each hand to each bed posts before he smacked her ass. The sound of skin on skin was loud as Y/n cried out

“One! I’m sorry daddy!”

He smacked her ass again, the pale flesh was turning bright pink

“Two! I’m sorry daddy!” She whimpered

He chuckled and mocked her whimper

“Aw it hurts? Good.” He smacked her ass once again

“Three! I’m sorry daddy!”

Jason moved to whisper in her ear, his voice was heavy as he spoke

“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Y/n let out a small whine

“I’ll be good, I’m sorry! I was upset you ruined my dress.”

“You better be sorry.”

He untied her hands, Y/n moved to kneel at the edge of the bed. Jason gently brushed hair behind her ear as he wrapped one hand loosely around her neck

“You look so pretty with my hand around your throat princess.”

Y/n smiled a bit, Jason could be very rough with her, but also soft and gentle and that’s what she loved about him. She needed an even balance of both.

“Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

Y/n opened her mouth, taking three of Jason’s fingers in her mouth, she used her spit to help her get them nice and wet

“My pretty little kitten.” He cooed “I’m going to ruin you to know, you know that? I’m going to tease you until you scream for me to let you cum, I want to see all that pretty make up you spent so much time on running down your face.” He smirked

“I don’t care how good it’s going to feel. You will not cum until I tell you that it’s okay, do you understand?”

Jason pulled his fingers out and Y/n nodded

“Yes sir, I understand that I won’t cum until you say.”

He smiled and kissed her “Good girl. On your knees.”

Y/n moved her back towards him as she got on all fours, Jason spread her legs apart and pulled her arms to her sides. Her chest was pressed into the bed as she laid, looking in the large vanity mirror they had facing the bed

Jason slid one finger into her with ease, her walls clenched around his finger as she let out a small whimper. He smirked as he noticed her watching herself, he caught her eye in the mirror and winked. Y/n felt her heart flutter

“You take my fingers so well princess.” Jason said as he added two more fingers for a total of three, he slid them in and out with ease due to how wet she was

“Reminds me of the first time I ever fingered you, we were in the car driving to your old apartment, I had my hand on your inner thigh, rubbing small circles. You looked at me and begged for me to touch you. I’ll never forget the pretty Sounds that came out of your mouth, or how your thighs shook for how hard you came, or the way you gripped my wrist, crying out my name. Mm, the way I pulled my fingers out and your cum ran all over my seat and you were so embarrassed, you almost cried.” He chuckled

“Hey! I felt b-“ Y/n gasped as Jason curled his fingers, hitting one of the most sensitive spots

“Fuck!” She whimpered, her toes curled and her abdomen clenched

“Oh kitten, kitten, kitten.. if you keep making those pretty little sounds of yours, well I just.. I might not be able to stop teasing you.” Jason chuckled again, Y/n let herself calm down, taking a few deep breaths.

“You’re so needy, you know that? My needy little slut, remember when I had to teach you how to suck my cock? So innocent, all wide eyed, sometimes I forget that you were a cute little virgin when we met.”

Y/n needed more, all this talk of the dirty things they’ve done, it had her dripping down her thighs, she pushed back on Jason’s fingers, trying to get them as deep as she possibly could

“Pushing back against my fingers already kitten? God you’re such a pathetic little slut, it’s cute honestly. You’re lucky I love the sight of you with my fingers inside you.” He chuckled

Y/n whined “Jason I’m so close, please let me cum, please, I’ll do anything for you daddy.”

“I want to watch you fall apart Y/n, I want to see you come unraveled as I make you cum.”

“Can I cum? Please!” She whined, she was desperate, but Jason was sadistic

“No.” He growled and pulled his fingers out quickly, they dripped with her wetness. Jason moved to kneel in front of her, she lifted her head to look at him, tears were threatening to spill from her eyes

“Open your mouth.” Y/n opened her mouth, only to be greeted with the taste of herself, Jason slowly stood, Y/n following his lead as she kneeled on the bed, her tongue licked his fingers clean, she didn’t stop until he pulled them free.

“Good girl.” He stroked her hair

“Get on your knees on the ground.”

“Yes sir.”

She followed her orders, the hardwood flooring was cold against her knees as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers

“Take them off.. slowly.”

Y/n made eye contact with him as she inched his boxers down, she watched as his cock was freed from the tight fabric that now pooled at his feet. He kicked them away as Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock, she licked the small amount of pre cum away.

Her movements were slow as she did so, Jason let out a small groan as he let his head fall back

“Fuck.” He dragged out the word, Y/n squeezed her thighs together

“Oh kitten, you already know that you shouldn’t tease daddy. You’re just not cut out to have control princess.”

Y/n blushed and nodded, she knew he was right, she’d get cocky and tease him but the few times he gave over control, she got flustered and couldn’t do it

Jason licked his lips as he watched her spit on his cock, using her hands to run it up and down, making it easier for her to suck him off while she stroked whatever didn’t fit in her mouth

Y/n slid his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirled around the head, her jaw was already hurting from how large his dick was. Jason tangled his hands in her hair as he groaned. Every sound that left his mouth, went straight to Y/n’s tight cunt

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Mm, just like that kitten.” Jason moaned out, dragging out words like good and the little Mm sound he made, he drove Y/n nuts, blowing him was one of her favorite pass times, especially when she definitely shouldn’t have been.

He’s on a call? His cocks in her mouth

While he’s driving? His cocks in her mouth

In the movie theater on date night? Oh yeah

It was one of the only ways she could tease him without having to take control for long. Jason held her head on either side and slowly started to fuck her mouth, he hit the back of her throat and Y/n gagged, tearing up. If she really wanted to stop she’d tap his thigh but she really didn’t want to stop.

Jason moaned as he felt her throat swallow around him as he pushed as deep as he could, Y/n gagged around him, tears now running down her face, ruining her mascara and eyeliner.

“Fuck yes kitten.” He moaned as he pulled out of her mouth, he was close to cumming but stopped himself, Y/n turned away and started to cough.

“You did so good baby, so so good,” he pulled her up carefully and kissed her forehead “let me grab you some water.”

He ran to the kitchen and grabbed her a glass of cold water before he came back “Here, drink some.”

Y/n smiled as she took a sip, Jason gently wiped her tears, she loved that he could switch off being dominate to take care of her, that was a really big nonsexual turn on for her.

“Ready?” He asked as she set the glass on her nightstand

“Yes I am.” She smiled

“Okay baby, lay back on the bed.”

He smiled and gently pushed her back as he crawled to lay next to her, she looked at him convinced before he kissed her, one hand trailed down to her pussy and rubbed her clit, his moves were slow and gentle before picking up speed

Y/n gasped as he was rubbing her clit as fast as he could, she could feel her orgasm coming, her cunt tightened as she got closer and closer

“Fuck! Daddy!” She yelled just as she was about to cum, Jason pulled away, kissing her neck

“No!” Y/n sobbed, “please daddy, please!” She sniffled

“I know, I know, it’s so tough.” He faked being sympathetic towards her yet again

Y/n let out a loud whimper was Jason kneeled between her thighs

“I’m going to fuck you so good princess.”

He slid his cock into her and moaned

“Shit, you’re soaked, god damn it, you’re fuckin tight too!”

He bit his lip as he bottomed out, Y/n moaned and reached behind her to grip the pillow her head laid on

Jason moaned as he started thrust in and out, giving her no time to really adjust to being filled with his cock, one hand held her hips up while the other gripped the headboard, his head hung down, as he watched himself slid in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck me.” He dragged out as her cunt gripped his cock

“Your pussy is so fuckin amazing kitten.”

He gripped the headboard tighter as his hips rolled into her, hitting her deepest point causing her walls to flutter around him

“Son of a bitch!”

He hissed, his hair started to stick to his forehead as he went quicker, both his hands gripping her hips as he pounded in and out of her

His and her moans intermixed as they were getting each other off, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, Y/n was full blown crying from pleasure, her make up was running everywhere, but she didn’t give a shit, she just wanted to fucking cum.

She watched as Jason ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. Y/n moved to sit in his lap, he was still thrusting up into her, her bounced met his thrusts.

Her hands tangled themselves in his hair as he wrapped his arms around her, his nails lightly digging into her back. Y/n moaned at the light sting.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cry.”

He said with a small chuckle before he spun her around and put her on her knees, she laid in the same position, chest flat on the bed, ass in the air. They were skilled enough to have kept his cock in her through the position change.

Jason put his hands on her sides, lightly pushing her into the bed as he would pull almost completely out before ramming back in again, he did this over and over, letting out soft grunts.

Y/n on the other hand was screaming his name, her pussy was clenching around his cock, she was holding back her orgasm as best as humanly possible

“Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it till your voice gives out. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel this fucking good. You scream my name as loud as I want and I’ll let you cum. What’s my name kitten!”

“Jason!” She screamed

“What?” He started to pound her, hard and fast, her favorite, a devilish smirk on his face

“Jason!” She screamed louder

“Can’t fucking hear you!” He pulled her hair so her chest was up off the bed, one hand reached between her legs and rubbed her clit

“Jason!” She screamed until her voice gave out;

“Cum my pretty little slut. Cum right now!”

Her cunt tightened so much that Jason almost couldn’t move, she sobbed as she came, triggering Jason to cum inside out, his hand dropped away from her clit and he let go of her hair. Jason slowly pulled out, Y/n tried to whine but nothing came out

“Shit baby..” he chuckled and pushed the cum that leaked out back inside her before Y/n flopped to lay on her side, too tired to move

Jason laid next to her “You did perfect princess. Happy anniversary.”

“I feel so good. Happy anniversary.” She smiled, her voice was raw and barely there

Jason would answer to the neighbors tomorrow, right now, he had to clean Y/n up and get themselves off to sleep. And that’s exactly what he did

K-I-S-S-I-N-G || Jason Todd x Reader

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Jason Todd was not one that knew how to give affection, being touchy feely was not in his body vocabulary.

So when Y/N came into his life, long after the trama of joker, learning to be affectionate was something difficult for him to learn.

He quickly grew to love cuddling, especially when they were on the couch, his arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest as she talked about whatever show they were watching at the time, or even just sitting in silence.

Nothing but the soft sounds of their breathing.

Kissing was another thing he grew very accustomed too. Her lips against his, her hands as they rested on his cheeks. The feeling he got when she’d smile against his lips or whisper soft I love you’s.

Make out sessions though, those could get spicy. Sometimes they happened in the early morning, between the sun peaking up from behind the buildings of Gotham and the smell of coffee filling their apartment.

Jason’s instant reaction when she’d crawl on top of him, was placing his hands on her hips. From there his hands roamed her body like she was wonderland.

She was wonderland to him.

She was everything, the moon, the stars, his first thought in the morning and the last one at night.

Between the I love you’s, the kisses and the cuddling sessions. Jason Todd, for once in his undead life, felt safe.

First Meetings || Jason Todd x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” She shook his hand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason sat down across from Y/N

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

“The day I met my best friend.”

Jason smiled softly

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

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Y/n sat down at her computer and started to type, she something caught her eye. A picture of her and Jason from when they were seventeen. Before chaos happened. Before there were two more broken hearted people in the world. She put the picture down so she didn’t have to see his big goofy grin as he held her in his arms.

She started to type again but her mind drifted to Jason, last she heard he was over in San Francisco helping his brothers with something.

She got up and went into her closet and grabbed out a box labeled ‘Jason’. It was filled with memories, good, bad, ugly. Memories are a funny thing, when you open a box full of them, you’ll remember things you’re not sure you want too. Like how they smelled on a certain day, how they held you, you’ll feel their hands on your body and hear their laugh in your ear.

She took a deep breath as she sat on her bed, she opened the box and pulled out the hoodie that sat on top. She brought the clothing to her nose and smelled the gun powder on it.

Things don’t last forever no matter how much you want them too, their breakup wasn’t something that happened right away, it was slow and painful. Then one day, they woke up and knew that it was over, the love they shared turned to dust.

She remembered the first time Jason went to San Francisco, he didn’t tell her till the last minute, they had gotten in a fight about it. 

“Jason why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” She huffed as he packed

“Because, I didn’t think you’d care, why does it matter? This is my fuckin job!” Jason huffed as he half ass folded some clothes and stuffed them into a duffel bag 

“You know what Jason, you can to San Fran-Fucking-Cisco, and enjoy the fucking ocean and everything else there. I’ll stay here, watching the fucking city lights and waiting for you. Like I always do.”

There wasn’t much they didn’t fight about anymore, they had been together for almost four years at that point, it was bound to happen. Y/n teared up as she remembered feeling like Jason was sliding away from her at that point.

Long ago, their relationship was amazing, they felt so amazing together, they felt like they finally found their importance, but now they felt lost.

Y/n cried as she looked through an album of their photos together, remembering the last fight they ever had. 

Jason was packing his things as Y/n cried, neither could remember what started the fight

“I miss how we were when we were seventeen.” He mumbled

“God Jason move on! We aren’t seventeen anymore!” She raised her voice, her words cracking as she cried 

“Everything’s changed!” He groaned as he threw something into his bag 

“Of course things changed Jay! We aren’t who we use to be, we’re grown now!” She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeve. She was scared of him leaving, scared of change. 

Maybe that’s why things stayed the same for so long even though they weren’t happy at all. They walked on eggshells with each other. They tried so hard to get by with one another, they felt so much love for the other person but after a certain amount of time, they built up resentment. 

Y/n sniffled as her fingers traced over Jason’s face, she grabbed her phone and looked through her contacts. She clicked his name and debated about calling him for a second before she pressed the button.

It rang and rang before she heard his voice in her ear

“Hey.. It’s me..” She said softly

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Y/n sat down at her computer and started to type, she something caught her eye. A picture of her and Jason from when they were seventeen. Before chaos happened. Before there were two more broken hearted people in the world. She put the picture down so she didn’t have to see his big goofy grin as he held her in his arms.

She started to type again but her mind drifted to Jason, last she heard he was over in San Francisco helping his brothers with something.

She got up and went into her closet and grabbed out a box labeled ‘Jason’. It was filled with memories, good, bad, ugly. Memories are a funny thing, when you open a box full of them, you’ll remember things you’re not sure you want too. Like how they smelled on a certain day, how they held you, you’ll feel their hands on your body and hear their laugh in your ear.

She took a deep breath as she sat on her bed, she opened the box and pulled out the hoodie that sat on top. She brought the clothing to her nose and smelled the gun powder on it.

Things don’t last forever no matter how much you want them too, their breakup wasn’t something that happened right away, it was slow and painful. Then one day, they woke up and knew that it was over, the love they shared turned to dust.

She remembered the first time Jason went to San Francisco, he didn’t tell her till the last minute, they had gotten in a fight about it. 

“Jason why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” She huffed as he packed

“Because, I didn’t think you’d care, why does it matter? This is my fuckin job!” Jason huffed as he half ass folded some clothes and stuffed them into a duffel bag 

“You know what Jason, you can to San Fran-Fucking-Cisco, and enjoy the fucking ocean and everything else there. I’ll stay here, watching the fucking city lights and waiting for you. Like I always do.”

There wasn’t much they didn’t fight about anymore, they had been together for almost four years at that point, it was bound to happen. Y/n teared up as she remembered feeling like Jason was sliding away from her at that point.

Long ago, their relationship was amazing, they felt so amazing together, they felt like they finally found their importance, but now they felt lost.

Y/n cried as she looked through an album of their photos together, remembering the last fight they ever had. 

Jason was packing his things as Y/n cried, neither could remember what started the fight

“I miss how we were when we were seventeen.” He mumbled

“God Jason move on! We aren’t seventeen anymore!” She raised her voice, her words cracking as she cried 

“Everything’s changed!” He groaned as he threw something into his bag 

“Of course things changed Jay! We aren’t who we use to be, we’re grown now!” She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeve. She was scared of him leaving, scared of change. 

Maybe that’s why things stayed the same for so long even though they weren’t happy at all. They walked on eggshells with each other. They tried so hard to get by with one another, they felt so much love for the other person but after a certain amount of time, they built up resentment. 

Y/n sniffled as her fingers traced over Jason’s face, she grabbed her phone and looked through her contacts. She clicked his name and debated about calling him for a second before she pressed the button.

It rang and rang before she heard his voice in her ear

“Hey.. It’s me..” She said softly

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“Are you sure you have to wear that?” 

Jason gently held her hips from behind as she was applying her make up 

“I do, makes the bar do well. You jealous?” 

Jason smirked against her skin 

“me? Never.” He kissed her neck gently 

“come on baby, I gotta go.” Y/N closed her eyes and tried to hold back a moan

 “Come on, just take one day off.” Y/N pulled back 

“I can’t Baby. I gotta go to work.” She put her make up away before she turned and kissed him, she slipped out from his arms as she put on her thigh highs 

“Aw come on..” Jason whined 

“What?” She giggled 

“Not the thigh highs.” He pouted and Y/N laughed 

“Jay, why don’t you just come to work with me, you just can’t hit anybody.” Jason rolled his eyes 

“Not fair, I’m going to have to kick like six guys ass with you dressed like that.” He pouted 

“I’ll be okay, you know that.” Y/N stroked his cheek 

“they treat you like you’re just a play toy for their pleasure.” She smiled softly 

“But it’s you I come home too. The father of my cat.” 

Jason laughed as he rested his forehead on hers 

“Promise me you won’t get into any nights.” Y/N said 

“I can’t promise anything.” Jason slipped on his leather jacket and his shoes.

Once they got to the bar, Jason sat at one end, he sipped a coke and rum as he admired Y/N, he ignored most of the guys who just flirted with her, it was the guys who’d touch her. He knew it was coming. It always happened after the female bartenders would get on the bar and do the ‘coyote ugly’ thing as Jason called it. The bar owner picked up the megaphone 

“Kori please!” Jason yelled to her as the bar started to go insane, she was dating his older brother so they were good friends 

“You gonna pay my rent Todd!” 

She laughed before speaking into the megaphone 

“Whose ready for a show!” 

The whole bar was insanely loud. Y/N and the two other girls got up on the bar, Kori started the music and gave Y/N a microphone. Y/N smiled as she moved to stand in front of where Jason was sitting 

“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty, I see the good in the bad and the ugly, I need the volume one louder than ten. I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red. If the windows ain’t shaking, Making my heart race, If I can’t feel it in my chest, I’m in the wrong damn place!” 

Jason smiled as he watched his girl, she always had the voice of an angel, she looked so pretty 

“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head, It’s saying go, go, go! I can sleep, when I’m dead, There’s a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees.” 

Y/N slid down to her knees and rested her forehead on Jason’s 

“And there’s a man down below that needs my sympathy” 

Jason automatically leaned in for a kiss but in a instant she was standing back, Y/N smiled at him 

“I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst. Screaming “hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church" 

The loud part of the music started and Y/N jumped backwards into the crowd to crowd surf. Jason always got a little worried when she did that, worried she’d get hurt or she’d mauled by hands.

After the show was over and the bar was cleaned up, Y/N was back to serving drinks, some guy bought her a drink so she did what they were trained to, take a drink and ‘wash it down with beer’ meaning they’d just spit it back into the bottle, Y/N always had tons of bottles full of it because guys thought the more drinks they bought, the more she’d sleep with them. It never worked. 

She was serving someone next to Jason 

“You looked amazing!” He yelled a bit since it was always so loud in there 

“Thank you honey.” Y/N smiled at him before she hopped over the bar to take a drink to a table 

“Hey sexy, can I get you to call me honey!” 

Some guy laughed as she walked back, putting his hand on her ass, she smiled uncomfortably and the guy squeezed her ass. In a second Jason was grabbing the guy by the shirt 

“Keep your fucking hands off my girlfriend.” 

He snarled and guy decided to get in his face, bad mistake. 

“Or what? You gonna have daddy come down and pay me to stop?” 

Even worse, bringing his dad into this 

“or maybe I’ll touch that pretty mommy of yours.” 

And that was the worst. Bringing Selina into this. 

Jason hauled off and punched the guy one time, dropping him unconscious. 

“Jason!” Y/N yelled and pulled him back 

“Come on, go sit down! Behave!” She yelled and he hesitated to listen. Y/N served the drink as the bouncers hauled the conscious guy out 

“You can’t get bearing up my customers fuck head.” Kori said as she iced jason’s knuckles 

“Not all of them. Only the ones that grope my girlfriend.” 

Kori laughed a bit 

“It happens dude, it happened when I was a bartender too.” Jason sighed 

“How did dick deal with it?” He looked to Y/N and sighed 

“He knew that I could handle myself, sure it doesn’t stop him from being worried but he knows I can handle some drunk guys groping me.” 

Jason looked to Kori and nodded, he heard a faint yelp and he turned to look, Some guy was pinning Y/N to a wall. He shot up and tapped the guy on the shoulder 

“Go away.” The guy said and Jason tapped him again 

“fuck of-“ the guy started to turn around and Jason hit him 

“Okay that’s enough.” Y/N tried to pull Jason but he shook her off as the guy got up 

“You’re fucking dead dude.” The guy snarled and wiped blood away. Jason chuckled before the guy lunged at him and Y/N kept trying to tug Jason off 

“Stop!” She yelled, soon the guys friends came over to help and it was Jason versus five guys 

“Jason Peter Todd!” Y/N yelled and looked to Kori for help, Suddenly this started a huge bar fight, just everyone was fighting. 

Kori and the two other girls hopped on the bar and started to throw ice into the crowd. Y/N made her way to the bar and started to soak the crowd with horribly cold water, she picked up the microphone as she kept spraying everyone, she was trying to divert everyone’s attention to her 

“Oh make me over! I’m all I wanna be!” 

She yelled as one of the other bartenders started the song 

“a walking study in demonology! Hey so glad you could make it” 

Everyone started to pay attention to Y/N as she walked across the bar, slowly pulling guys apart 

“good job!” Kori yelled “Now go get your boyfriend!”

After kicking everyone out and cleaning up the bar, Y/N sat on the hood of the car, Jason stood between her legs 

“I’m sorry.” She nodded “I know.” 

Jason rested his forehead on hers “I love you bunny.” 

She smiled “I love you too.” 

He kissed her, he knew the guys he fought were near by. He flipped them off with one hand while his other hand went to Y/N’s shorts and unbuttoned them. He heard the guys scoff and walk off, his hand gently caressed her face 

“It was kinda hot you fighting for me.” 

 Y/N smiled against his lips 

“Yeah?” Y/N nodded “made me very very wet.” She giggled and motioned to her wet shirt, Jason chuckled

“Let’s go home babe.” He kissed her again before the got in the car. 

“Jason?” He hummed in response 

“you do that shit again at my job, I’ll kill you.” 

He nodded “I know.” He chuckled softly.

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Jason with a S/O that works in a preschool would be like:

• He would totally get his certification to come volunteer
• The kids would love him and would climb on him like he was a jungle gym
• The kids would giggle and secretly watch as Jason would give his S/O affection
• He loves lunch time when he can just chill out with his S/O and talk about their days
• He understands the days when they come home and is frustrated or tired
• He loves reading to the kids 
• Holidays were really fun with Jason around
• Halloween, he dressed up and brought the kids candy
• When Christmas was coming around, Jason would buy the kids a couple presents each and dress as Santa
• He loves throwing parties for the kids, just for fun, he spoiled them like they were his kids
• He was also protective over them
• Someone skinned their knee? They got a gold star, a hug and a cool bandaid
• Jason never got a childhood so when he came in, it was like he got to be a kid again
• Parents also liked Jason, he was really nice and genuinely cared about the kids
• Jason really loved that his S/O never minded that he was there
• In conclusion Jason Todd having a S/O that works in a preschool is one of the best things to ever exist

Procrastinating || Jason Todd x not gender specific!Reader

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Jason just wanted to help out Y/N, who had been procrastinating doing some college work, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to do it, well actually it was exactly that. They just didn’t want to do it.

“Baby?” Jason said as he walked into the bedroom

Y/N was laying in bed, streaming a show they had seen enough times to quote it

“Shh, it’s getting to a good part babe.”

Jason crossed his arms and looked at them

“Y/N.”

“Jay!”

Jason sighed and stood in front of the tv, Y/N whined and paused the show as they stared at Jason

“You gotta get your work done.”

“I will, I’m almost finished with this season, there’s ten episodes left!”

Jason sighed once more and grabbed the remote from them before he yanked the power cable out of the tv

“It’s for your own good baby.”

He hid them somewhere Y/N wouldn’t look.

“Fine.” They pouted and got up and went into the dining room where their laptop sat on the small table

Jason followed after, he just wanted them to do their work and do good. He smiled when he saw them working. He grabbed them a snack and something to drink.

“Look at you.”

He smiled and stood behind them, he set the snack and drink next to them. He kissed the top of their head

“As soon as your finished, I promise we can watch that show you like and cuddle.”

“Promise?”

“I promise baby.”

He walked Into the living room and sat down, watching some YouTube videos quietly, a few minutes later he heard some music and laughing. He got up to investigate. Y/N was watching the show on their laptop

“Aw come on babe.” Jason sighed and sat next to them, he turned off the show

“I will sit here and watch you, just so you get your work finished.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Right, you’re not, but I just wanna help you.”

“Fine.”

They sighed and opened up their word document, Jason glanced to what they were doing, it was English, one of his favorite subjects in school, he knew that Y/N struggled just a bit, so he decided to help.

“Here, let me help you.”

Jason got up, and picked them up from the chair they sat in with ease, he sat down and set them in his lap

“Okay so this line means-“

he stopped and looked at Y/N who had shifted and looked at him

“What?” He smiled, a dumb grin on his face

“Nothing, I just love you.”

Jason’s cheeks flushed

“I love you too.”

He kissed their cheek and went back to explaining the assignment and helping them the best he could

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“You ready?” 

Jason asked, he was dressed in his Arkham Knight uniform, Y/N nodded as they slipped their hand into his. They glanced to Jason as he looked to them, his eyes looking especially blue. 

It was Halloween Night, Jason was taking the city from Bruce. But before that war, Jason was going to get Y/N out of the city. Jason wasn’t good with emotion, but he knew he loved Y/N. He was ready to end it all to be with them. Even if it meant death. Sure that was an extreme, but he meant it.

They had their ups and downs, fighting about how Jason was careless and reckless, fighting about how Y/N wasn’t being careful when they went into the city. 

“Look, Y/N, I-… I…” Jason chewed on his lip as he looked to the floor

“I know Jay.” They nodded and looked to him, Jason nodded back

Y/N knew how much Jason cared, after everything, the fighting, the breaking and making up, they knew. They always did. Jason had expressed once in a drunken stupor that he would rob a Liquor store if they asked, that he would drive with them to the end.

Jason pulled down his Arkham helmet. One of his guys would be coming to take Y/N away any minute now. Jason walked into the room he held the Commissioner in. Jason knew that it was either give up and let Bruce win, or give it his all and prove that Bruce was nothing but a rich boy with daddy issues playing dress up. Winner takes Gotham.

 Jason could only think of Y/N in that moment his Arkham helmet was beaten off him, revealing who the Arkham Knight really was to Bruce. It was very unlikely how someone as sweet and caring as Y/N could end up with Jason. But thinking of their relationship was like a beautiful tragity.  

Y/N was rushed into a car and taken to a safe house just outside Gotham City. They watched the live stream as Scarecrow had gotten Bruce. Injecting Bruce with lethal amounts of fear toxin. 

They watched a figure came swooping from the shadows and knocking away Scarecrow, they had a small smile as they saw the red symbol. Red Hood. A back up plan Jason had. 

Jason stepped into the safe house 

“Y/N?’ He called out

Y/N ran from the living room and into Jason’s arms 

“Hey.” He smiled softly and rubbed their back

“It’s okay. Things will be better.” He said, his voice soft

Y/N was the only one for Jason, Jason was the only one for Y/N, Jason never needed to show how much he cared, or express it cause Y/N knew. They just knew.

Jason pulled back to press a soft kiss to their lips, Y/N kissed back before they each pulled away

“I love you.”

He gazed into their eyes as he said those three words that seemed to mean a lot.

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The damn ringing was back. He tapped his nails against the desk to drown it out, anything to make that dreadful noise stop. It started when he was a child, he got hit in the ear with a baseball and got a pretty bad concussion. It drove him nuts, horribly absolutely nuts. Tinnitus, the cause of ringing in the ear, causes depression and anxiety in most. Tim tapped his foot and tried to drown it out with any sort of noise, but it seemed so much louder.

“Tim. Stop. You’re disrupting the class.”  He looked at the teacher from under the fringe of his black hair

“S-sorry.” He muttered, Tim got jittery when the sound came, he couldn’t focus.

Teachers never understood his issue, figured it was something he made up for attention or something like that. He looked at the white sheet of paper in front of him, they were suppose to be taking a test, but that god damn ringing. Tim tried to focus on a different noise, one that wouldn’t hurt his ears, the clock was too deep, the sound of chalk on the board was too creaky, the expo marker on the whiteboard was too squeaky. And then he heard it. The band room was right under his math class, he loved A days, it was the only time he got to hear the voice of the girl who made the ringing stop. He never knew who she was but he thanked god for her.

“Sweet dreams are made of this.”

Tim heard the familiar techno beat, it was like the beat followed her voice and matched with it, instead of her voice being matched to the beat.

“Who am I to disagree.”

He smiled as the ringing stopped, he looked down at the math sheet and flew through it, turning it into the teacher before leaving. Tim had to find this girl, for the last three years he had heard her sing but never got to know who she was. She was the only person who could stop that damn ringing in his ears. He made his way down the stair case, the band room was quiet from this point in the school, everyone else besides a select few were in the halls. The ringing was back and this time loud enough to want to drop him to his knees, he felt tears pooling in his eyes. Tim quickly made his way to the band hallway and he heard the voice again

“Some of them want to abuse you”

he found the band room she was in. It was the old auditorium that they used for vocal practice. People came into watch all the time, so it wasn’t the big of a deal when Tim walked in. The techno beat bounced off the walls. Nobody was in here but the girl that paced on the stage, she stopped once she heard the loud door click. The music stopped and the ringing returned

“Oh. Hi.” She tapped her foot.

“H-hi.” Tim’s face went red, even her regular speaking voice was beautiful.

“I’m Y/N.”

The tap-tap-tapping of her foot quickened

“You’re Tim right?” He nodded and he slowly made his way closer to the stage

“Y-you have a lovely voice.” He could see her more clearly now, not so blinded by the very few lights on in the room.

“Oh thank you.” She smiled,

“why are you tapping your foot?” He’s asked out of the blue

“Oh, uh, I didn’t realize I was doing it.” Tim took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts, the faint ringing was happening. The girl bit lip

Y/N started at the boy, she knew about the ringing in his ears, hell everyone did. She felt bad for the kid.

“How come you came in here?” Tap-Tap-Tap went her foot

“Your singing makes the ringing stop. Keeps me sane during math.” He chuckled a little and climbed onto the stage, sitting in one of the chairs

“you’re tapping again, you’re like happy feet.”

Y/N tried to stop herself but it was hard, if she didn’t have sound, the voices in her mind clogged her brain and made her feel sick to her stomach. Sedatophobia, the fear of silence, often found in teenagers who have been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. She sat In the other chair and tapped her finger nails against the plastic seat.

“My singing helps you?” Tim nodded

“It’s soft, I can’t listen to music much anymore due to my ears. Can’t go to concerts, listen to my favorite bands from before. But your singing, it- it helps.”

He didn’t know what he was admitting this to the girl who for three years was his unknown therapy. Y/N nodded

“What does it feel like? The ringing.”

She mentally scolded herself

“It hurts. It makes my brain feel fuzzy and sometimes it gets to the point of making me want to cry.”

Y/N nodded again “It makes me feel crazy, sad, anxious. The ringing makes it so I can’t focus, it’s hard sometimes. There’s nothing I can do to make it go away but you singing, it makes it stop. So thanks.”

She smiled, for the first time in what felt like years, she didn’t tap or make a noise. His voice was nice, it was smooth, not like most sixteen year old boys who had voice cracks a lot. He made the silence leave her alone. Tim looked at his shoes

“I don’t mean to be weird but will you sing for me?” Her eyes lit up

“I got an idea, let me see your phone.” He handed his phone and she looked up something

“A couple weeks ago I got bored and uploaded this to YouTube. It’s just a vocal track, no loud music, no background noise, just my voice.”

She plugged in her headphones and placed them over Tim’s ears. The soft sounds of her voice flooded his ears.

"Drink up baby, stay up all night.”

Y/N watched as he shut his eyes, his body flooding into absolute bliss. The next three months were bliss for the two. He always had earbuds in, listening to her voice. Tim got approval to change classes around just so he could spend third period with Y/N in the vocal room.

Today was a bad day for Tim, he had these sometimes. The anxiety laced with depression, or maybe it was the other way around, depression laced with anxiety. The ringing wouldn’t stop, his ear buds broke and his phone was being a dick. He walked into the vocal room, tears filling his eyes.

“It- it won’t stop Y/N.” Tim sniffled and covered his ears with his hands. She guided him to the stage and made him sit down

“Shh.. it’s okay. Shh..” they sat on the floor, she gently pulled his hands away from his ears.

“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” Tim slowed down his thoughts and focused in on her voice, closing his eyes.

“What a catch, what a catch.” He felt her cold hands on his warm cheeks, her thumbs swiped away his tears.

“I got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match.” When Tim opened his eyes, their faces were very close. He could smell her perfume, the one that smell like sweet vanilla cookies and the shampoo she used that was apricots and just how pretty her eyes were.

Tim never kissed a girl before, or anyone for that matter, he didn’t really know how, or what to do with his hands or if he should tilt his head or if it was okay to touch her. So many anxious thoughts went through his head before he just did it.

In that moment, everything stopped, the ringing in his ears, the voice in her head. The sound of the students passing by the room outside. It was just them in their own part of the fucked up, depression filled, doused with so much pain and anxiety, world. But it was their fucked up world. This felt natural, his lips pressed to hers, hers pressed to his.

The tinnitus boy and the sedatophobia girl.

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“She’s dangerous.” He said

She kicked the door open, a sawed off shotgun in hand, everyone looked at her, fear in their eyes as they made the connection to what was about to happen

“She knows our moves, she knows how we fight, she’s flipped her humanity off.”

Jason’s jaw clenched as he ran his fingers through his hair

She smirked as she blindly aimed to a guard and shot him, point blank range, her eyes framed by the black domino mask showed her insanity.

She’s more dangerous than Quinn, her insanity has topped joker. From this point on Huntress is no longer one of us. From this point on-” 

Jason stood up and kicked his chair in anger at Bruce’s words, causing everyone to flinch at the loud noise 

”Everybody get the fuck down!” 

She yelled as she reloaded the gun, everyone screamed and ducked down. A guard came up from behind Y/N and she spun her body, she got her legs around his neck and swung him to the ground, shooting him point blank, the blood splattering over the black and purple leather costume and onto her face

They got the call she was at Gotham bank and headed out, wearing heavier armor than normal. It was one of the only times anyone would see most of the Batfamily at the same place, at the same time. 

“I’m on the roof, she’s… she’s shot everyone” 

Tim said into the comms, his stomach churning, seeing what Y/N had done. 

“I got a clear view.” 

Damian said from another vantage point

“On my mark, we storm the building,” 

Bruce said as he got into position, waiting a few seconds for everyone to say their readies. He gave the mark and they all surrounded her. Y/N smirked, as she did a spin, glaring at them all. They were going to try and reason with her first.

“Hiya babes.” 

She said to Jason, he watched as her face was dripping with blood, Sure he killed but she point blank massacred everyone. He gripped his gun a little tighter.

 “We can help you.” 

Y/N giggled maliciously and moved so her hand was on her hip and her gun rested on her shoulder.

 “I dunno, I’m having fun!” 

She said before pin pointing the weak spot and jumping over Tim and finding a flaw in his armor, pushing the gun into the spot “Another step and birdie gets it!” She snarled, Tim started to sweat, he knew Y/N was good when she was sane, they knew her moves just like she knew theirs, but with her being insane, she was unpredictable. 

“Let him go!” Bruce growled

 “Ah ah, wrong Daddy Bats!” She laughed and pulled the trigger, Tim dropped to the ground, gasping. Dick rushed to his side to put pressure on his wound, Jason pulled out his other pistol and pointed them at her 

“I don’t wanna do this.” 

Jason said, tears rolling down his face behind his helmet 

“Oh, on the contrary Red, I do!” 

She laughed and Damian came after her, she managed to dodge his sword and stab him in the leg, dragging the knife down, definitely ripping veins and muscles open. He yelled in pain and Dick rushed to check on him. Jason shot at her and she evaded the bullets, flipping behind a pillar, Bruce threw a smoke pellet and tried to use the element of surprise but Y/N was too quick, she saw him fly above her head and she fired. 

Being the huntress and firing her arrows meant she had near perfect aim, and that’s why Bruce didn’t land gracefully, he fell midair, bleeding horribly from the wound in his head. Dead on impact. There was an eerie silence over the building, Bruce Wayne, Batman, was dead. Y/N giggled as Jason fired at her again, she jumped onto the chandelier, and swung down, landing on top of him. She pressed the button to his helmet and ripped it off 

“My precious sweet baby Jason.” 

She mumbled softly and stroked his cheek. Jason used this brief second to grab his gun and point it to her forehead 

“Oh sh-“ 

She didn’t have time to finish before he pulled the trigger, her body slumped on his, bleeding horribly. Jason cried, letting out ugly sobs as he held her lifeless body 

“I’m so sorry.”

Jason shot up in bed and felt around for Y/N. He let out a breath of relief when he felt her next to him 

“Baby?” She said mumbled, half asleep “You okay?” 

Jason let out a small sigh 

“Yeah.. I think so.. Just a bad dream.”

He laid back down and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her in close to him, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, trying to calm himself down.

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At night Jason watched her from the shadows, it wasn’t time for him to reveal himself to the people he once called family. He watched how her body twisted as she jumped over two of Riddler’s goons, she landed on her toes. Graceful. Just like always. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face as he watched her.

He felt like he was fifteen again, he could smell the shampoo she uses, how her lips tasted like candy, how beautiful she was, hearing her gorgeous laugh, how soft her hand was in his. He was so in love with her before he even really knew what love was.

Jason remembered the day he died, he cried out for her, he cried to see her again. She was his last thought before everything went black and he was gone.

“Come on Y/N, harder.” He said as they sparred “I don’t want to hurt you!” She pouted “You’re not going too!” Jason chuckled, Y/N took a deep breath before she swiped Jason’s leg out from under him, before she got him into a hold. Jason easily broke out of it “Good shot but no.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead before teaching her the right way. He taught her everything she knew

Y/N smiled as she taught Jason how to play guitar, she smiled softly as she showed him the right finger placements “Like- Like this?” He said softly as he badly played a chord, She laughed and gave him a smile “Good shot but no.” She kissed his cheek before she taught him the right way. She gave him all she could.

Jason watched as she kicked a henchman’s feet out from under him and putting them into a hold that knocked them out “That’s my girl.” He said to himself before he torn himself away before he could accidentally revealed himself.

He walked outside, his hood was pulled up as he walked down the street, he watched as couples walked past, laughing, holding hands, kissing. He let out a scoff, why couldn’t he be happy with her? Why did God doom him to be unhappy for ever? Maybe cause he was a dead guy walking.

Jason let out a soft sob as he held a picture of her and him together in his hands, they were about fourteen, they were dressed in their costumes, him in his robin uniform, her in Huntress costume. “God damn it! Get it together Jay!” He yelled and threw the picture frame before he ran his hands over his face. He sighed and went to pick up the broken glass. He ran his finger over her face, before he cradled it in his hands and sighed.

The idea of ever being with her again seemed bleak, like all the love had gone bad due to one event. That his world was tattooed black. But their love wasn’t tainted. He was.

He watched as she laughed and kissed Roy Harper while they were hanging out at a park by Jason’s apartment. He knew that Y/N moved on, but of all the people, it had to be his best friend? He watched as her lips were curled into a smile, a small crinkle of her nose. He so badly wanted her back but he knew Roy would take good care of her.

Jason watched her from the shadows, how graceful she was, how every punch, every kick, held so much emotion. How she could take down a whole room of enemies in seconds. A single tear rolled down Jason’s cheek, hidden by his red helmet. She had moved on and he had to accept that. She would always be one of the best chapters in his life, but everything has to come to an end. He grappled away.

Y/N looked up right as he was grappling away, a name rolled off her tongue. “Jason.” She said quietly, a name she hadn’t uttered in years. She recalled a moment, it was shortly after Jason’s first encounter with the Joker, when they learned about Joker’s days as the red hood.

Jason sat with his head in her lap as they sat on the grass “Red hood is such a cool name Y/N, too bad joker’s dumb ass had to ruin it. You know after I’m done being Robin, maybe I’ll become the Red Hood, but better” He smiled as he looked up to her “Whatever you want darling.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead before she ran her fingers through his hair.

Y/N could feel her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of Jason being alive, she knew that if she told anyone they’d think she was insane and commit her to Arkham. She knew that this was something she’d need to do on her own.

Digging up the past has two sides. There’s the plus side that you remember things that have long since been forgotten, but the negative was the same thing. Some people are scared to remember, to never look behind them, never reflecting on life’s events, not for a second. Y/N was about to dig up a lot of things from the past to find Jason and that terrified her. Our brains may lie to us but our hearts never do. She knew in her heart that Jason Peter Todd, her first love, her first kiss, her first everything, was alive, and she was going to find out.