Glass Bones And Paper Skin

Glass Bones and Paper Skin

Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader

More Platonic Bruce x Reader than Batfam, but they are mentioned and will have a bigger role in the future.

Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect

Just a reminder for everyone, your bodies are perfect and beautiful! Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

Part 2

Part 3

Blinding lights and hundreds of eyes are enough to thwart people from the runway. It makes people stumble, trip, or even run from it. Their mind focuses on if they mess up, the world will see. Their managers, agencies, everyone will forever refer to it when they ask them to walk for them again. 

They focus on their walk, the way the clothing either hugs or drapes off their bodies, how the shoes don’t fit, the way their hair is styled, and how the makeup can burn. They try not to focus on how their stomachs ache, how the heels cut into the thin skin on their feet, and that everyone in this room that is dressed and prepped, are equally or more or less beautiful than them. 

Y/N L/N seemed to be the topic of conversation at all of these events. A newer runway model who has been eating it up. From their first runway debut to this one, they have always left people in awe and dropping to their knees for more. It is hard to believe that they are only 18. Y/N has been a photoshoot model since 15, but on their birthday when they turned 18, they finally agreed to their agency’s desire to make them take on the runway. 

It was the best choice for their career. Y/N’s manager was the daughter of their mother’s manager, back when she was alive and used to do modeling. Her manager threw her own daughter at Y/N, and stated that they were the best people to work with because they know Y/N. Whether Y/N was cursed or not –they have yet to figure that out– has nearly the same exact features as their mother and the same ‘air.’ One that demanded everyone to pay attention to them, and is a natural for posing and had a natural strut. 

They’ve been right, and Y/N doesn’t know if it is because of them that they all made it this far. They knew what looked best on Y/N and what wouldn’t work. They knew which designers would adore them and which designers wouldn’t fit. 

Those who know Y/N though understand that the ‘air’ was only on the runways and photoshoots. Y/N is actually a very demure person, while not a wallflower, they were someone who could blend in the crowd. 

Alfred once told them that every country should be grateful to not have Y/N working against them, because Y/N can just disappear. 

“Y/N, are you ready?” They smiled at their fellow models, slipping into the person of Y/N L/N, child of M/N L/N and Bruce Wayne, and nodding, “Of course. When am I not?” 

Cheryl whistled, a fellow model that has been Y/N’s mentor in some way, walking around Y/N and smiling, “Designers sure know how to dress you up. I think almost every runway walk has had your hips on display” Y/N chuckled at her, “It’s because of these hips dips. You can probably drink soup out of them.” 

“If it was ice cream I’d be down, but not soup.” Jon was another model who has been in the scene for a long time. He was a handsome man with a diamond face. 

“Models get ready.” A shuffling of feet and high heels clip clopping sounded in the backstage, and Y/N took their place in front of everyone. They will be the one opening the show today, an honor that the 18-year-old took gratefully. 

Opening a show was a big deal, setting the tone for the show in general and also the tempo. Y/N took a deep breath, and at the cue, their mind went blank as they began walking. Their eyes focused on the end camera, and the walk on beat to the music. Once at the end, they looked directly into the camera and struck a pose. Highlighting the slit hips and underboob design, showing off the almost sheer fabric that had the slightest hint of shimmer in them. A statement piece. 

Turning around they walked back to where they emerged from, making sure they kept their face in control for the last camera. However, a sight at the corner of their eye momentarily broke them out of their blank space. Five familiar people that should not be here. Sitting in the front row, wearing nice tuxedos, and almost making Y/N stumble. 

Almost. Controlling their features, Y/N returned their focus to the camera and disappeared in the entrance they emerged from. Smiling at all the 'congratulations’ ‘you looked great,’ ‘you look beautiful,’ they went back to their manager, Maya, and whispered, “I need you to confirm five people in the front row on the left side. They are four chairs down from the camera.”

Maya nodded, scurrying away and without a doubt checking it out. Y/N could feel the curiosity and dread build in their stomach. If they are who Y/N thinks they are, then the after party is going to be interesting. 

“What’s wrong?” Jon wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, bringing Y/N out their thoughts, “Nothing really. Just thought I saw some familiar faces.” Jon made a weird face, but dropped the issue when another model, Logan, strolled on over. 

“Did you see them?” 

“See who?” 

“The Wayne family! They are in the front row!” Y/N closed their eyes in misery and a headache began forming. They saw Maya running back, her face pale and a large frown on her face. Jon glanced at Y/N, taking in the annoyed expression and scrunched nose, “Hmm, no I didn’t. I was too focused on looking at the camera, Logan.” She rolled her eyes, “Oh, it was only a second.”

Jon and Y/N gave each other a dry look, remembering the last time Logan had said that and somehow the camera managed to snap a photo when she was oggling at someone. Y/N shook their head, “I momentarily saw them, but I didn’t think it was them. Do you think I can get the oldest son’s number?” 

‘You’re not his type.’  Y/N thought but didn’t say, shrugging and smiling in amusement, “Logan, what would your girlfriend say?” The model stuck her tongue, “She’d ask to join.” Before Logan could say anything else, Cheryl waltzed over, “Stop being inappropriate, there’s a kid present.” 

“Hey!” 

“Sorry, if you can’t drink yet you can’t have this conversation.” Y/N made a face, “That’s the stupidest sense of logic I have ever heard.” Everyone laughed at them, clapping Y/N’s shoulders and helping each other fix their wardrobes. Some stylists came over to fix their makeup and hair just in case. Everyone was getting ready for the last walkthrough, and honestly, Y/N was dreading it. 

As the front runner of it all, Y/N’s face will be seen by the now confirmed Wayne family and Y/N isn’t confident in themselves enough to not make a face. 

The show will be closing soon and then there is the afterparty that all models are expected to attend. It's a networking place, where other designers, brand ambassadors, and just people who are rich enough to get a ticket can talk to the models and try and recruit them. Its a place and time to mingle for those who have an open schedule and unfortunately, Y/N has an open fucking schedule. 

This was their last show in Paris, and then they have one destination and then it will be done. Runway season will be officially over and then it will be smaller gigs and back to the every now and then runway. 

“Models get ready!” Y/N took a deep breath and fixed their face, eyes forward and chin up. 

‘I’ll call Alfred when I get home.’ 

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‘I want to go home.’ Y/N nursed the drink in the flute, filled with sparkling cider instead of champagne. They stood off to the side, changed out of the clothes they wore on the runway, and instead in a deep-v top and leather pants. Still dressed to impress, but at the moment they just wanted to curl up and go away. Y/N’s hotel room has a bathtub in it and Y/N really wants to just sit down in hot water and relax. 

Y/N was constantly scanning the crowd, moving further against the wall whenever they saw black hair and blue eyes. 

Maya said one more hour, then it will be acceptable to leave. She was doing all  the talking and networking for Y/N, trusting that when it came to meet the designers Y/N will charm them enough to want to have them keep coming back. Sighing once more, Y/N took a longer sip and wished to be home. 

Something moved the hair near their ear, and Y/N almost threw their glass at whoever it was until they caught sight of blue eyes and black hair, staring at and analyzing them. 

“Tim…” 

“Hello, Y/N.” Y/N gave a practiced and polite smile, “Odd to see you here.” Tim shrugged, “Seeing that the designer is friends with Bruce, and told us of your show and that you will be leading the walk, of course we had to come.” Y/N nodded, “In Paris?” 

“Where else? You’re next one is in New York right?” Y/N gave a polite chuckle, “Since when did you pay attention to fashion week?” Tim took a sip of champagne, “Since my younger sibling decided to run off and become a model.” 

Y/N took a sip of the sparkling cider, not missing the way Tim was eyeing them with interest and curiosity. They smiled against the rim of the flute, “ ‘Run off’ huh. I don’t think those are the words I would use. I never hid it and I didn’t pack my bags in the middle of the night and sneak through a window.” Y/N set the empty flute down, still smiling politely at Tim who was still watching them, “I simply walked out the front door and no one stopped me.” 

“Y/N–” 

“Y/N! There you are!” A tall woman, hair dyed a shade-off from white gray and wearing the crispest red suit, strolled over. Y/N gave a larger smile, opening their arms and welcoming the hug, “Ms. Gabbana, you look lovely as always.” The woman laughed, “That’s the botox. Anyways, you looked so amazing opening the show!” 

Tim was quickly forgotten as Francesca Gabbana, an Italian high-end fashion designer and luxury brand owner, chatted away with Y/N. Her presence called forth other designers and models and soon enough, Y/N was entrapped in a small group talking about the next runway show next week. 

They talked about the dreaded flight to New York, and where they will be staying. It will be Francesca’s show next week, along with some other high end designers. Francesca seemed particularly excited for Y/N’s, and when Y/N first saw the design, they had to hold back the shivers.

“Right, Y/N you’re from Gotham aren’t you? Will you be visiting your family?” With the attention all on Y/N, they smiled tightly and shrugged, “We’ll see. They are always so busy so I think it's best if I don-” 

“I hope Y/N visits, it’s been a while since we last saw each other.” A large hand clapped Y/N’s shoulder, and from the facial expression everyone was making, Y/N knows who it was. Peeking up through their lashes, Y/N could see Bruce’s smile on his still handsome face. 

Cheryl was the first to recover, her eyes narrowing slightly, “How… how do you know each other?” Y/N glanced at Bruce, who right now is Brucie, and before he could say anything Bruce gasped, “Y/N, you haven’t said anything?” The young adult shrugged, “It never came up. Bruce Wayne is my father.”

The room erupted, and Y/N actually wanted to go die in a hole. What proceeded afterwards was the most intense questioning for the next two hours. 

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“Bruce, why are you here?” Y/N asked over dinner. He tossed the crouton around in his salad, waiting for his father’s response. They have never had a 1 on 1 meal together. It was alway family meals, and even then Y/N rarely showed up for those. There was no need too. They never noticed when Y/N was there or not. 

The Billionaire playboy shrugged, “Is it wrong to see my child open a highly sought after show?” Y/N chuckled, “No, but you have never shown any interest in this before.” Y/N never hid his modeling gigs. Often using the family weight room to keep in shape and also turned one of the unused offices into a strut practice room when Y/N lived in the manor. Hours and the amount of money spent to ensure their skin was perfect and their hair was nice, and that they looked beautiful. 

Y/N never hid their modeling job, even as a teen, and yet the only one who seemed to notice was Alfred. 

“You never said anything.” 

“I didn’t think I had too.” Y/N can recall trying to show Bruce, Dick, Jason, anyone that would bother to look, a photo of them making it onto Vogue. Not the cover, not yet, but as a newer model within the prestigious magazine. They made it at 16. 16, and only modeling for a year! Francessca had them in a piece that was first page worthy, and it fit Y/N like it was meant for them. 

Alfred was the only person to look at the magazine Y/N held open with their trembling hands, and ruffle their hair and congratulate them. 

“You didn’t even tell Alfred where you are living.” No, because Y/N doesn’t want Alfred showing up unexpectedly and seeing the almost empty fridge. The thought of the older man’s disappointed look and inquisitive questions would have Y/N breaking down crying. 

“Hmmm, I’m always moving around so I didn’t want him showing up when I am not there.” Bruce nodded, taking a bite of his lobster, and watching Y/N take a small bite of the salad. Y/N swallowed with great difficulty, “Bruce-” 

“Since when does a child call their parents by their first name?” Y/N sucked their teeth, “The only one who calls you ‘father’ is Damian.” 

“You used to.” Y/N shrugged, “You never seemed comfortable with me calling you that.” Bruce rarely answered when Y/N called him ‘dad’ or ‘father,’ and yet he alway responded when someone else called for him.  Y/N would watch from afar as Bruce came running to them in need, but when Y/N needed help they had to figure it out on their own. 

At some point Y/N stopped calling for Bruce entirely, running and calling only to Alfred.

Y/N is not mad about it. They never were. Dull E/C eyes accepted it and pushed forward, watching the explosive fights, the angry words, and the silent apologies. Alfred’s words affirming that they all loved each other, despite everything saying otherwise. Y/N watched, and continued to watch as they focused on themselves when Y/N began making a name for themself. 

They’re not mad. Y/N never was. Hurt? Maybe, but not mad. That is just their hand in life. Besides, it made the modeling career easier. No need to worry about missing any events, Y/N wouldn’t be invited even if they had lived there. Holidays weren’t huge, nor were birthdays. The only one Y/N sent a card to was Alfred. 

It made traveling easier. There was no such thing as homesickness. It made taking more gigs easier, more destructive behavior easier to handle. 

“Y/N,” Bruce called to him and Y/N paused while eating. Raising an eyebrow in question as Bruce set down his own eating utensils. Ocean blue met E/C, and Y/N tried to place the emotion in those blue eyes. 

“For what it is worth, I… I am sorry about the neglect you have faced within our home.” Y/N’s mind stopped functioning and they stared at Bruce in shock. The man either ignoring him or not realizing that Y/N was staring at him continued. 

“You… you didn’t deserve that, especially when you were grieving and that fact that I could not see that shows my fail–” 

“Wait wait wait!” Y/N held their hands up, cutting off Bruce, “What are you talking about?” Bruce stared at Y/N with questions in his eyes, and blinked in shock when he saw the genuine confusion in his child’s eyes. Y/N looked floored, “Bruce… I-I… what?”

Bruce knows he’s not a good parent. He is intimately aware of his failings and shortcomings, and how some of them haunt him. They claw into his skin, his mind, and chest as a reminder of all the times he has failed his children. He and Dick barely started talking, Jason and him are slowly mending that bridge, and Tim and Damian seem to hate each other and Bruce doesn’t know what to do about that. It seems the only children he hasn’t officially fucked over are those that aren’t even his. 

Then there’s Y/N. A child of his genetic makeup, just like Damian, only Y/N’s mother was a model Bruce had treated as a hookup whenever she was on the east coast. Y/N was 13 when they came into Bruce’s care, older than Damian and a few years younger than Tim. Their mother was caught in a drug-use scandal, one that cost her her career and then her life. Her choice left behind a traumatized child, walking in on the body as she decomposed in their bathroom. They had been forced to pack up their bags and move across the country to live with a parent that they only heard about once or twice. 

Bruce somewhat knew of Y/N. He knew that Y/N’s mother had been pregnant, but when he asked if she wanted child support, the woman huffed and said ‘no thank you.’ Her income was enough, as a high in demand supermodel, and she didn’t need Bruce’s ‘pity’ money. 

So, he never sought after her and she never phoned him. 

Until CPS called and told him of the news and the now homeless 13-year-old child he was now in charge of. 

Y/N and him never really connected, and Bruce wonders if some of that is his own fault. He was always too busy with Batman, then his drama with Dick, and Jason’s whole dying thing, the persona of Brucie Wayne, then there was Tim, then Jason coming back from the dead thing, then Barbara’s whole Joker incident, then Damian…. 

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t too busy, he just never made time for Y/N. Which, the other never seemed to complain about. If they did complain to Alfred, the butler never said anything, and neither did their brothers. Y/N was just a ghost living in the manor that showed up for meals because it was expected, and then… left. 

Now he sits here, across from his child who doesn’t seem to understand the wrong done to them by not only Bruce, but the rest of the family. 

“Where did this come from?” Bruce doesn’t have the heart to tell them that it was because of Alfred that Bruce and the family finally realized what was wrong. The tour of Y/N’s old room, still kept clean due to Alfred’s insistence, but instead of clothes on the ground and signs of life within the room, it had photos of Y/N's past modeling gigs. Hundreds of photos, some framed, some not, as they covered the walls. Magazines that had Y/N on the front cover, magazine pages that had Y/N taking up the entire page.

The tour of the room-turned-practice room. Full of mirrors, and a 4 inch wide ply board used to practice walking. The shoes that were hidden in the closet, some too big and some too small. Blood staining the heel area of most of them as the image of Y/N practicing until and through the blisters filled all their heads. 

The meal regime, still written hastily down on the post it notes, and the exercise routine that didn’t match the calorie intake. The broken mirrors in Y/N’s closets and the clothes that now looked like they would be too big on the present-day Y/N that is sitting in front of Bruce.

The written blogs, printed and folded in one of their drawers, relating them back to their mother. Accusing them of the same thing they accused M/N. Highlighting Y/N’s faults, Y/N’s mistakes, Y/N’s features, and Y/N’s heritage. 

‘Child of drug-abuser model M/N L/N, Y/N L/N using the same drug?’ A 15-year-old Y/N posed in a way to show their figure was the picture that was used. 

‘Child of famous model M/N L/N able to hold up to the heat?’ Another photo of a 16-year-old Y/N looking exhausted as they walked out of a building. Eyes red and bags under their eyes. 

‘Beauty genes skipped a generation.’ Y/N is 17 in that photo. 

‘Y/N M/N will never be as beautiful as M/N L/N without extensive work.’  Y/N is 15 again in this photo. They had kept every critique, every mean and poorly written article about them, and kept them. Some of them were tweets, printed instagram photos, and magazines. 

Bruce could see the drastic changes in Y/N throughout the photos. The strict lifestyle changes affected their appearance and made them look even more like M/N. The Y/N in front of him, still beautiful, but Bruce knows the thoughts behind the perfect skin and perfect hair. 

It would seem that one of the things Y/N inherited from Bruce would be the internalizing of every little bad thing to happen, and deny that it has affected them while they wore the scar of it on their sleeves. 

“Bruce, you didn’t neglect me. I had food, clothes, a manor… where did you get all of that from?” 

“Emotional neglect is still neglect.” Y/N still looked confused, setting their fork down and controlling their expression as they processed that. Okay, so yeah maybe Bruce wasn’t an attentive father, but the man never hit Y/N. He never said anything about Y/N that Y/N would have to go to therapy for. Besides, Bruce’s lack of attention paved the way for Y/N to do this! 

Y/N’s lips formed a serene smile, “Bruce, I’m not mad that you didn’t pay attention to me. You were busy with your company, you are legally a dad of five kids, not everyone is going to get the same attention.” They took a sip of the water, hoping the conversation would end there. 

“It wasn’t that I was busy, I just never made time Y/N… and for that I am sorry.” Y/N hates this. Absolutely hates this. All of their excuses for Bruce are being shot down by Bruce himself and it was leaving Y/N feeling a little raw. Wounds they didn’t even know about now being rubbed with salt. 

Y/N stuck their tongue in their cheek and looked around, before smiling once more, “Bruce, I am literally giving you a way out for your guilt, which I still don’t understand why you’re feeling guilty, so why aren’t you taking it? 

“What are you hoping to do?” Bruce stared into E/C eyes and he could see the irritation in them. He set his fork and knife down, and leaned forward, “Is it wrong to try and mend broken bridges?” 

“The bridge was never broken in the first place.” 

“You’re right, and that’s because there was never a bridge in the first place.” Y/N cocked their head to the side, watching with an intense expression. Those E/C eyes flickering around, taking in the restaurant and narrowing their eyes, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, but did you rent out the entire restaurant?” 

“I did. So we can talk freely.” 

“The other ‘customers’ are Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” Bruce nodded, “Family dinner.” Y/N’s smile held no amusement, “You know, if you were anybody else I would be thinking this is a way for you to slide back in my life in hopes you could get some of my paycheck. But what is a model’s paycheck to Bruce Wayne’s?” Bruce chuckled, “You are making quite a bit. I’m happy you're conscious of your position now.” 

Y/N sipped the water, “How do you know how much I’m making?” Bruce only smiled and continued eating. He watched his child contemplate asking the question again, but then decided to drop it. 

‘Smart.’ Y/N continued to watch him, no longer touching the food and seeming unwilling to even look at the dessert menu. 

“You’ll visit when you’re back in the states, right?” It didn’t feel like a question. In fact, it felt more like a demand poised as a question to keep intentions hidden. Y/N gulped, “I’ll try.” 

“You should, Alfred misses you. Besides, Manhattan, New York isn’t too far from Gotham.” It was such an innocent sentence. One spoken with a smile on his lips and kind sky blue eyes. An innocent sentence, except Y/N has never once told them where they live. 

“A beautiful place, I can see why you wouldn’t want to leave. With windows like those and that giant skylight, it is truly a wonderful place befitting a top model such as yourself.” Y/N’s mouth went dry, and they could feel the sweat on the back of their neck as they continued to stare at Bruce. Their instincts implore them to go along with this. 

Urging them to carry on the conversation as they felt the gazes of four others on their back. They gave a wobbly smile, “Ye-yes. I really love it, I am super lucky that I managed to have enough saved up, and that I make enough to own a beautiful home such as that.” Bruce nodded, “As an apology for all the missed birthdays and Christmases, I decided to help out a bit.”

“...Excuse me?” Bruce ignored them, and instead looked at their plate that was still untouched from when Y/N had put down the utensils. He took a bite, “Do you not like your food? I can get something else made for you.” 

“N-no, I’m-I’m just full.” Bruce’s eyes narrowed before making a show of shrugging it off, “If you insist. Do know Alfred will want to feed you when you visit.” Y/N’s smile was becoming hard to maintain, “It was a pleasure to have dinner with you, Bruce, but I have to go. Long flight tomorrow and I need to be ready for next week.” Y/N fished out their credit card, but Bruce stuck his hand out, “Don’t worry about it, dinner has been paid for.” 

Y/N didn’t fight, only nodding and smiling pleasantly, “I suppose I will see you next week?” Bruce stood up, and brought Y/N into a tense hug. Feeling the bone and sinewy muscles in his rough hands. Y/N’s top is open back, exposing the shoulder blades and some of Y/N’s spine. Each one a small knob against skin, looking like the Rocky Mountains. 

“Safe flight, Y/N. See you at the shows next week.” Y/N gave a tight smile and quickly left. The four other pairs of eyes never left their back, and when finally in the safety of the streets, Y/N pulled out their phone and checked their Mortgage app. 

‘Successfully Paid!’ In bright green letters, bolded as if it were a game. 

It’s been paid off. Y/N now owed nothing on that house, and while that might have been freeing, it meant someone could now have access to their mortgage account. An alert sounded on their phone, and when Y/N saw that it was their bank account, notifying them of a deposit Y/N felt the breath leave their lungs. 

A large sum, one that had Y/N blinking at the amount of 0’s, was just deposited to their checking account. Right under their bill for walking on that runway. 

‘Shopping money, for when you visit.’ - Dick 

They have access to their bank account. Y/N’s family, because while Bruce was a solitary kind of guy he never was one to withhold information from his former Robins, now had access to their account. They could see what they were spending money on. 

They know where Y/N lives. From the sounds of it, Bruce was even in the penthouse. Y/N covered their mouth and tried to stifle a sob, the feeling of an invasion of their privacy weighing heavy in their chest. 

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Y/N stared at the article of clothing with anxiety. When Francesca had first shown them the clothing, it had only caused slight discomfort. Now, now that Y/N knows that their family is here, and watching, the clothing had felt like it was a metal ball. Francesca stood next to them, admiring Y/N’s hair and makeup, and how it all looked with clothing item. 

“I knew this would look great on you. As a Gothamite, this must feel great right? To be wearing the symbol of your City’s greatest vigilante.” Y/N swallowed down the bile, “He’s typically seen as the boogeyman, but yes. I suppose it does feel odd wearing the symbol.” 

The piece of clothing was quite scandalous, a bat symbol made out of gold rest across their chest, attached to a black silk fabric and lace. It hugged their body, bringing out the hip dips and long legs, as well as exposing their toned stomach. 

“Why didn’t you say anything about you being Bruce Wayne’s kid?” Francesca asked, and Y/N could only shrug, “Just… it just never came up.” Y/N loves that Francesca drops that. There are tons of models who have family issues. Y/N’s are minor. 

Not worthy of anything. 

“Y/N, for what it is worth, I do think you are a one in a century model. No one has taken to the runway quite like you have. I think if you had started the runway earlier you would already be a supermodel.” Y/N smiled at Francesca’s kind words, and they wondered just how they got so lucky to have befriended her. 

“Thank you.” 

“Models get ready!” Y/N took to the back of the line, being offered to close the show just after they had opened one. Another prestigious offer that Y/N gratefully took. Sighing heavily, they watched as the line grew shorter and the sound of cameras flashing and grew louder. 

Taking a deep breath, they steeled their breathing and controlled their expressions. Blocking out the world in the way they do best, strutting. The intensity of the flashes increased, and Y/N made a show of keeping their face neutral. 

Just how Batman does. 

They made a point to not look at the people in the front row. When they made it back behind the entry way, there was no time to catch their breath. They were ushered back into line for the final walk out, and Y/N wonders if they can all see how pale Y/N is. Can they see the sweat on their brow or the fact that their E/C eyes are terrified? 

“You did great Y/N!” 

“Looking beautiful Y/N.” 

“C’mon Y/N, after this its a party!” 

No, no they can’t see it because they are all focused on what Y/N wants them to be focused on. Y/N has spent countless hours into ensuring they loook beautiful without makeup, and ethereal in it, no one will care about their inner thoughts and turmoils. 

Y/N strutted to the music one last time, focusing on the flashing light and hoping that the photos they captured showed exactly what Y/N wants them to see. Once they were in the back, the models stripping and changing into comfortable clothes and all of them getting ready for the afterparty, Y/N stayed seated. The pads of their fingers running against the cold metal that was in the shape of a bat across their chest as their makeup artist and hairstylist undid all of their work. 

Francesca smiled, “You were great Y/N, I knew you would be the right person to pull this off.” 

“Thank you, what inspired this piece if you don’t mind me asking.” Francesca smiled, “Oh, I got a call actually. It was just a call to run the idea by me, but I loved it so much that I accepted it.” Y/N furrowed their brow, “A call?” They began to strip out of the clothing, but Francesca’s startled look made them pause. 

“...What?” 

“You’re not going to keep it on?” Y/N gave a confused look, “We don’t keep clothes, Francesca.” The stylist smiled, “Well, no. But Y/N, that was a commission for you.” Y/N stared at Francesca with a new found fear, and their mouth going dry as they processed it all. 

“Who… who did you say the call was from?” Francesca beamed, “Your father, who by the way I am offended you didn’t say anything about, Bruce Wayne.” Large hands clapped their shoulder, and Y/N would have shouted if it weren’t for the familiar smell of cologne. 

Turning around, they met Bruce’s blue eyes, and the blue eyes of their siblings. All of them dressed to the nines and eyeing the clothes. 

“Truly a wonderful piece, Ms. Gabbana. I could not thank you enough.” 

“Of course! Thank you for the idea!” Y/N felt their breath quicked when Dick’s hands gripped their wrist, and gently tugged them in his direction, “C’mon Y/N, you’ll be late to dinner. Alfred is making your favorite.” 

“At least let them change, Dick.” 

“Todd is right, a drive in that would be difficult. Not to mention that  it is snowing outside.” 

“Y/N, we have some clothes for you. They should be more comfortable then the clothes you came in.” Y/N couldn’t even say anything as they were dragged away, Bruce keeping Francesca busy while their brothers pushed them into a changing room. Dick smiling gently as he passed the bag of Y/N’s clothes, taken from their penthouse, into Y/N’s trembling arms. 

“Bruce paid for that outfit, so try not to ruin it, okay? We’ll be waiting out here for you.” Dick booped their nose, and left Y/N alone in the changing room taht only had a curtain for a door. With trembling hands, they searched the bag for their phone. They have to call someone. Cheryl will help them. So would Jon. Maybe even Maya! Y/N just needs to call– 

“Y/N, we have your phone out here, so don’t panic.” Y/N bit their lip to stop themself from sobbing. One thing. They just want one thing to go right today. 

A knock sounded on the wood that was hoolding the curtain, “Y/N, do you need help?” 

“N-no! No, I’m just try-trying to be gentle with the piece.” Bruce hummed, “Well, try and hurry. Alfred is excited to see you and is expecting us for dinner in three hours.” Y/N gulped, carefully stripping and putting on the sweats and hoodie. Clothes that still smell like their laundry detergent and shoes Y/N knows were in their closet. 

‘Dear God.’ They whimpered as they slipped on the comfortable pair of shoes, and bagged the shoes from teh show, and carefully picked up the article of clothing. The gold bat symbol shining mockingly at them. 

The curtain pulled open, and like a horror photo, the light from behind them casted and eerie shadow. Bruce’s face hidden in teh darkness as he reached his hand out for Y/N, knowing full well his child cannot run. 

“C’mon Y/N, time to go home.”

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A Part 2 will definitely happen! Kinda has to, to be honest.

BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FOUR : GUESS OUR QUESTIONS ARE HIDDEN SECRETS THEMSELVES.

SUMMARY: it takes a toll on jason to find nothing about joker’s target on his wife’s life. y/n struggles to come to terms if she is with child or not, the topic of children is brought up once again.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE, BRUCE WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE

WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF STALKING, TORTURE JUST A LITTLE I GUESS??,

previously || next

UH OH, LOOKS LIKE THE SECRET IS OUT!

NOW HOW WILL YOU HIDE HER?

YOU CAN’T, THEY ARE ALWAYS A STEP FORWARD.

“you’re wife?” “yes…my wife”

DICK, has asked that question at least ten times. he was doubting his little brother. mean, he just never expected for his brother settle down. everyone expects for the eldest in the family to have a family by now. don’t get him wrong he is happy for jaybird. but how in the hell did he manage to hide this for that long? dick grayson is a fucking cop!

in the batcave stood all the brothers along with BRUCE and ALFRED who stared at jason as he explained to them of his marriage with his wife. speaking of his wife, sat in the big chair that bruce would sit whenever he was searching or whatever Batman duties. and in that chair, y/n spun herself. it twirled quick for her liking. acting like she had not being vomiting her guts out an hour ago, y/n pushes herself by her foot. spinning in her father in-laws chair.

just a few inches away from her was ginger lazily playing with titus, DAMIAN’S cute dog who already had gotten attached to her baby. the pup playfully bites Titus who remained laying on his side unbothered by the behavior. jason bored, stared at his brother. “…you’re wife?”, dick asks once more. his patience was wearing thin right now.

“for fuck sake, yes his wife dick! we get it!”, tim scrolls in wearing his red robin costume just looking as much irritated as jason.

TIM DRAKE, third robin of the bat family. in his hands was a cup of coffee and some files in the other. dick dramatically throws his hands in the air pointing at jason who still stared at him, “I- come on tim! you have to admit you didn’t expect jason to be married”. tim sighed, no offense but he didn’t really care. he was happy for jason but not when his sister in-law is in danger. some people may forget, him and jay share common things. both smart, taken in by bruce, became robin…and joker.

there it was. that one, little big spot on the huge trauma in their minds and soul. joker. that clown-fuck both gave them heartbreaking trauma. both of them have the right to struggle and want to kill him.

“look as much as I-“ tim gets cut off by bruce who steps forward “we have more important matters in our hands now. a family member is in danger. y/n…”

at the mention of her name, y/n stops spinning in the huge chair. using her foot to slowly spin and look at the rest of everybody. she perked up seeing bruce looking at her. humming in response she sat quietly in her seat. “do you have anybody who would know of your relationship with Jason? someone who would know he is red hood?”, bruce starts to question his daughter in-law. thinking to herself for a moment, y/n shakes her head. “no one, i don’t really talk to anybody nor have close friendships beside jason”, she explains. tim sets down his cup of coffee next to y/n and walks over to bruce handing his the cream colored files.

“certainly isn’t anybody she knows. looks like joker has been watching jason for a while now”, tim states telling everybody his theory. opening the cream files to find street cameras of different men that was clear they were jokers men following jason or in the corners watching. hearing tim’s words, jason was quick to walk over to where bruce stood. himself grabbing the pictures in his hands, growing more and more worried as he sees the angles and how close all of them were to him. jason, got sloppy.

tim had his hands on his hips just above his belt, “now if we want to keep going and see what joker’s next plan is, I suggest we wake up and talk to clown junior” he suggests.

“clown junior?”, dick asks with his eyebrows raised at the dumb nickname tim gave joker’s henchman. “more like the poltergeist toy clown”, he says.

bruce than flips to the photos him and dick had taken at the scene from earlier of last night. taking his moment to look at it, bruce hands it to jason who gladly held it in his hands. “what is this?”, jay questions his father. “where you should of been that night if you answered your phone”, bruce says slightly coldly. and upon jason’s view, is a huge photo of y/n’s face on a building. joker left his message loud and clear for him specifically. jason took a minute, analyzing and skimming around at the message. he breathes through his nose shakily. y/n sees jason’s changed behavior, her eyes consist of concern. “jay? what is it?”, she asks him getting up from the comfy chair and walks over to him.

jason shakes his head hiding the evidence holding it close to his chest. “no”, he repeats stepping back away from his wife. y/n stops in her tracks, “why not? let me see jay”, she insists. stubborn as he is, jason refuses to show her the pictures. bruce steps in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you have to show her son…”, he tries to reason with him.

“no no he knows bruce”, he grits his teeth sending his father a glare.

y/n crosses her arms firmly switching her attention between both jason and bruce. “okay we get it he knows, let me see the damn photo”, she hisses snatching the photo out of jason’s hand catching his off guard.

it was her turn to see what the fuss was about. freezing completely, her face stared right back at her through the photo. joker’s message made her skin crawl. goosebumps creep along her arm. beside her, y/n could hear jason ask tim if there was anything or any clues. “how the fuck does he know?”, she asks the room. all of them turned towards her, “it could be when they followed jason is what im guessing” tim says.

disagreeing with what tim had said jason shakes his head pointing right at the photos in his hands. “there is no way in hell he could know, I was always careful”, jason says with anger in his voice.

what sounds like a scoff coming from the farther right of the cave is damian carrying treats in his hands. his typical scowling look he always wore, “not careful enough”. a warning of ‘Damian’ coming from bruce who gave him a look. the robin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “if you were really careful, he wouldn’t of been able to find you and l/n”, he says what sounds truthfully to himself.

ready to go and get up in damian’s space, jason threw the evidence on the floor angrily stomping over to him. till dick was quick enough to step in between them with jason looking like he wanted to rip someone in half and damian looked unfazed. “woah woah before, you two start fighting. i think, personally, it’s not Jason’s fault. two, enough with the blaming damian…right now we need to think fast just like tim said”, he tries to reason already wanting to just skip to the plan. y/n tears her eyes away from the haunting photo. her attention onto her brother in-laws and jason. “he’s right. before we know it he could know where I am, so might as well get started and interview that clown asshole”.

jason sighs, knowing she was right. stepping away from dick and damian, he looks to y/n than to bruce. “so? what’s the plan?”, he questions him.

below a dimmed light sits joker’s henchman still unconscious. his hands wrapped tightly behind him with rope along his stomach and feet around a chair. the clown masked man’s head lolls forward, his body feeling as if it was the most comfortable position ever. a strong welled fist hits him square and straight on his cheek. the hit was hard enough to awaken up brutally. he groans, head pushes back in the chair. he felt dazed and lightheaded. his spit pooled under his mask, blood mixed in. looking around where he was, his vision slightly blurred. but he could see that he was in a clear glass box, with no doors just empty. “wha-what? where the fuck am I?”, he questions confused.

and just behind him, was jason dressed as red hood. on the outside he looked cool and collected, but in the inside..he was fuming. “hey! what the f-“, he yells out in fear. a cold metal presses against his temple causing him to quieten feeling the familiar touch of a gun. the man could hear an robotic voice breathes deeply beside his ear. “shut up”, jason says with venom in his voice.

jason could feel him practically soiling his pants. it didn’t take long for the henchman to realize who was behind me right now. everyone knows who red hood is. and boy, does everyone shit their pants more than seeing batman himself.

“now, if you cooperate I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much. and if you don’t, a bullet will be in your fucking head”, jason darkly says.

not far from where he was holding the man in the glass cell was everyone in another part of the cave watching on the monitor. y/n watched with anxiety making a pit in her stomach nibbling on her fingers. she may be married to jason, but doesn’t mean she had yet to really see RED HOOD himself. it was odd to see knowing how jason is without the attire. of course they are different. but doesn’t mean she was afraid of him. beside her, was dick, bruce and damian in their costumes watching on as jason interrogates the henchman.

and for dick, he felt hesitant to let this go on. if that man says one wrong thing, who knows what jason would pick. torture him immensely or kill him. and that’s what dick doesn’t want him to do nor bruce. damian, we’ll be certainly wouldn’t mind either. and tim who stood off to the side looking through papers and files taking a fair share of coffee sips.

“this is a bad idea”, y/n says eyes still glued onto the screen.

a small sigh of agreement from dick who had his arms crossed, “agreed”.

“are you sure todd is the right person for this interrogation father?”, damian asks bruce. the batman himself stayed quiet.

jason rounds in a small circle around the tied up man before standing in front of him. his tall and muscular figure blocking his whole vision. his blank stare of his helmet looks down at him. “so, why the woman?”.

the clown mask stares back at him, echoes of laughter filling his ears. “i-i don’t know”, he says. SMACK! head now turned to the right from the bruising punch he just received.

“fuck! what the fu-“, a hand grips onto the man’s shirt. the grip was tight and angry, pulling him forward the robes rubbed against bare skin. a shaky breath upon being face to face with the vigilante. “no. you do know. don’t fuck with me now or you’re dead”.

“please! I don’t know alright! he wouldn’t tell us- AHHH!”, BANG! a wounded hole in the man’s thigh, blood squirts out spraying the floor and the man’s shirt. his leg shakes from the intense pain. almost zombish, jason stared down at the withering man. no single remorse. criminals like this were always so stupid. “what part of don’t fuck with me now did you not understand sweet tooth?”, jason snarks with the gun in his hand.

“it’s a twisted metal reference”, y/n tells everyone in the room. feeling glad she got her husband’s somewhat funny joke. only to be met with silence, mostly because no one understood what she was talking about. her lips going into a tight smile shrinking behind bruce’s chair.

his other unoccupied hand reaches behind him from his pocket, pulling out a crumbled photo. unfolding it and smoothing it out nicely jason holds it up in front of joker’s henchman, lightly dangling it. “now…why her? and why does joker want her?”, he breathes out pointing at a photo of y/n. the man whimpered, his loosened breathing turns into hyperventilating quick. the chair squeaks under the weight. brown eyes stare back into the whites of red hood’s helmet, they looked dead to him. the clown mask moves shaking back and forth, “he, he said something about robin. said robin found himself an ‘Apple pie’ life. I-I- don’t know what he meant by that”.

bingo.

jason steps forward with the photo still dangled in front of him, “what else?”.

the man cowers fearfully in his chair shaking like a scared chihuahua. “um I- something about having some fun with her. he mentioned-“ he takes a hardy gulp “that he’s been watching you for a while now. look,I don’t know his full plans man!”, he rambled. it wasn’t good enough for jason.

the feeling of frustration creeps inside jason, knowing that this asshole knows more to the story and what joker is planning. “you’re lying, if you won’t tell me ill fucking kill you right now”, jason says trying to keep himself calm with a clench of his jaw. the man freezes, whether it be from he got caught lying and trying to cover up for his ‘boss’ or the fact his life was threatened by the hands of Gotham’s most feared vigilante. he stared back at the white eyes of the helmet, behind him whether his hands are tied he grips onto the rope. “please I said I don’t know! I swear! the only people who do know is the other guys! please don’t kill me!”, he pleads more.

blood pours thickly from his wound spilling onto the once cleaned floor that alfred had cleaned up.

a blank stare. no spoken words. just silence. jason stands up straight, staring down at the man for about ten seconds before gripping onto the photo of his wife and clutching it into a fist. the now ruined photo bloodied as jason laid more hits on the man’s face over and over. from his face, stomach, chest, legs. and what gave jason the satisfaction was the pain the man let out when jason dug the end of his gun inside of his gunshot wound on his thigh.

it dug deeper and deeper. bits of flesh and blood spills out as the end of his gun dug it’s way inside.

restrained arms and legs shaken from the torturing pain, his screams pierced the entire cell. everyone else could hear them without the monitors. from under that clown mask was his saliva and drool pooling out from his screams. “please! I don-“, he gets cut off once jason firmly pressed his gun inside hitting the bone of his thigh. the continued screams leaving jason unfazed all the while y/n watched in horror. her eyes widened in shock, cringing at the sounds of flesh and blood spilling. she wanted to look away, but the curiosity is what made her stay. it scared her for sure yes.

tim did his very best to not look at the screen feeling it was better to just pretend nothing was going on and read the files gordon had sent over. dick, well he was doing the same what y/n was doing. watching in horror and cringing with closed eyes. “okay pull him out”, dick says to bruce.

“no”, he says.

dick looks at bruce with widened eyes pointing at the screen of jason torturing the bastard. “do you see this? he’s going to kill him bruce!”, now gesturing to y/n who turned away from the monitor back facing it. “you see?! even his wife can’t look at this now pull him out!”, he yells out.

if you think that was worse of what jason’s torturing was, well, not until jason pulled out his gun from the man’s thigh…slowly. jason could see flashbacks when he was being tortured himself by joker.

god, the pain…may not be compared to this shit.

but doesn’t beat the torture for hours.

without even a second thinking, jason stopped his gun only leaving a few inches inside of the thigh. before firing once more, deep in the bone. going through. the most blood watering scream jason had ever heard in a while. “you son of a bitch!”, the man screams out taking heaved breathes along pained whimpers looking down at the bleeding wound.

“not really, she was an addict though”, jason says nonchalantly.

his gun moves away from the now bullet-holed leg and onto the clown masked man’s forehead. brown eyes stare deep into the hole on the gun, he tenses in seeing it. “any last words sweet tooth?”, jason says ready to fire.

“fuck you, you motherfucke-“

and ready he was. ready to kill this asshole and be done with it. only for bruce’s voice to rang through his helmet. “jason. don’t.”

pausing, he thinks back to all the times bruce would tell him he’s too reckless. to this. to that. “yea well I don’t care what you say”, jason muttered. back to wanting to kill this clown asshole, bruce says once last thing that did make jason stop from killing this man. “it’s y/n…”

fuck, he had forgotten that she was also watching from the cameras and sees the horrors jason had done. something he forbade her from seeing this side of him. jason stared at the man, who let out gurgling what sounds to be blood and spit. gritting his teeth, he lowered the gun. breathing through his nose, he slowly placed his red stained gun back into his holster. already walking backwards still staring at the man.

a chuckle, a chuckle of stained amusement and blood. breathing was ragged and rough from the screaming of torture. “knew you were always chicken-shit. joker will get your girl. don’t know why but she sure is a pretty little thang”, he taunts jason. stopping his backing away to the cell doors, jason stops of hearing the disgusting remark about his wife. the man lets out laughter, almost sounded like his.

“that’s right…we know she’s your girl. say hi to her for me”, he proceeds to taunt him more and more.

now, from what he didn’t expect was for THE RED HOOD, to knock him out completely. losing consciousness once more. it didn’t take long for jason to attack him. not really. he beats the henchman, one, two, three, four and five hits in jason steps back. rage full breathes and grunts, his fist was freshly bruised along bloodied. god, he hated the smell of it. he steps away from the battered up man before stomping off with heavy boots. the cell doors open willingly before closing off, sealed off once jason leaves.

the bat cave was silent.

heavy tension filled the cave with some screeches from above from the bats that hung sleeping peacefully. all of them were waiting on jason to arrive, expect for y/n and ginger. bruce still sat at his chair, dick was leaning against the monitor table, damian and tim just looked at each other from the awkwardness in the room. and once jason arrived where his family stood, he noticed the lack of presence of his wife. bloodied hands reaches up open his helmet, a sharp hiss is heard. jason takes off the helmet throwing it on the table looking at his brothers. “where’s y/n”, he asks them.

he awaits for an answer only to hear once again, silence. his frustration and impatience grew, “where’s y/n?”, jason pesters on. dick looked up at jason with slight disappointment, something he grew to know. a gloved hand slams on the table, booming through the cave walls.

“GODDAMIT WHERE’S MY WIFE?!”, he yells out.

seeing as though no one would answer his brother, dick steps forward with his arms still crossed. a look of disappointment and sadness. “jay…”, he tries to tell him. the look he saw on y/n’s face. the bloodthirsty feel radiating from jason. jason points a finger at dick taking a threatening step forward, “enough of this shit richard, I wanna know where my wife is”.

the sudden use of his full name made dick raise an eyebrow at him. “okay no use for using my real name jay, she’s-“

“upstairs”, he hears alfred’s voice says standing on the long stairs. the older man’s posture was tall and more poise than ever. “might i suggest master jason, that you change out of your suit and comfort you’re wife…immediately”, he sternly says. in his eyes were more strict than jason had ever seen. turning his back from everyone, alfred goes back inside of the manor leaving everybody to being silent once more. comfort?

why would he…oh…

shit. was she afraid? scared of him? is that why she went upstairs? cursing under his breath taking off his suit, jason rushed off quickly to the changing room. was she mad at him? god, he doesn’t know.

and when he changes out of his suit and into more comfortable wearing, the blood stained hands of his catches his eye. he runs a finger across the bruises and the dried up blood. quickly, jason runs to the sink. turning it on, he runs his hands under the water. letting the pure water kiss his hands and clean them off. he doesn’t use soap or anything. just water.

thinking to himself, he lost control. he knows it. he was so, angry. memories over flowing him and his senses. scared, for what the futures of him and his wife. all because of what? he doesn’t know. and his wife…is scared of him.

he’s lost control multiple times. from strong emotions he couldn’t handle. and could you blame him? and all those times he didn’t want his wife to see that side of him. that’s why he always kept that part of his life hidden. jason never brought up anything vigilante related to her when he came home. he separated that part of him. and now, all of it is coming down onto her. and he couldn’t help but feel..like a terrible husband.

what felt like a thousand times to her of constantly wanting and feeling of vomiting for the entirety of the day, y/n was back to being hunched over the toilet. this time being her in-laws house and bathroom. in the bathroom, y/n felt like a wave of heat again washing over her. by the door that was certainly shut, ginger has her nose wiggling from the small slit under the door. a small whine in protest. though y/n was more busy throwing up and gagging. she didn’t know if it was whether because of seeing jason so brutally hurt someone or what could potentially be a bun in the oven. if it was both, god help her.

y/n has never seen jason act so…violent..ever. maybe from nightmares but from it going as far as hurting another human being ? no..she hasn’t. it was her fault. for staying and watching. and her fault for forgetting her husband is red hood. literally the man who delivered freshly cut heads as a message when he first arrived as the famous red helmeted vigilante.

and it’s her fault, for letting a bun in the oven happen. even though it takes two for one to be made. a promise her and jason had made in which they weren’t sure or even ready to be parents. with pasts of unstable parents and too afraid they both would end up being horrible parents. a cycle they wouldn’t want to repeat for themselves and their children. there was a few times y/n would think about if they did have any kids. a mini jason…would be adorable. the times she would just melt whenever jason and her go to the homeless shelter and help around and see him interact with the kids there…she could picture a kid running around.

jason was naturally good with children, and children and babies could sense when someone has a pure heart.

she’ll never forget when they had volunteered to help at a women’s homeless shelter, the one they would always go to, a woman just handed her baby to jason. and willingly he watched over the cute baby. no one looked at him with such innocence as the baby did. the baby stared at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. and y/n could see that he melted at the sight as well. but remembering the discussion her and jay had before, about wanting children, made her remember where she currently stands. with her life at the hands who murdered her husband years ago. but as much as she would love to start a family…it was too risky. too dangerous. and well, look where she is right now.

y/n shivered at the thought. she just wants all of this to end and go back to normal again. where they should of been. but no, none of that was going to happen. a gentle knock against the door breaks her out of her little thought bubble, still leaning against the toilet. “im fine alfred!”, she yells out flushing the toilet. watching the puke drain away, the bathroom door handle turns. revealing who was behind that door was jason.

“hey…”, he greets her lowly.

his head was down in shame as he approaches his wife. y/n looks at him, her attention onto jason’s bruises up hands that once were covered in blood. she stayed quiet, hopping up slowly to close the toilet bowl with the lid. sitting on it, y/n crossed her legs looking down at her feet. jason sighs seeing his wife not looking at him. he knows he had messed up. not messed up but fucked up. jason leans down into a squat to meet his wife’s eyes. only for her to avoid them once more. “y/n…I-I’m sorry, that I scared you back there. I just..I lost control..I was just so angry and-“, jason suddenly gets cut off. shaking her head, she finally looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

“you didn’t scare me jay…well I mean you did but I just- oh I don’t know”, she says running a hand through her hair feeling unknown to her feelings right now. her mind was all over the place.

jason shifts closer to her by his feet, placing a hand on her knee. just by looking at her closely he could see how pale she looks and more tired. but more importantly, distressed. “what’s wrong?”, he was quick to ask her. y/n chuckles at the question, her hand slaps against jason’s tilting her head up to the bathroom ceiling. and what was wrong? that fact all of this chaos is happening or just the downright fear of having a child inside of her.

she wasn’t sure of course. she just felt…unsure about everything. stressful it was. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s wrong”, she whispers biting her lip at the end. leaning her head back down to look at jason in the eyes. she could see the bits of worry and concern in them. the thumb on her knee provides her some sort of comfort. even though that comfort wasn’t really helping as of right now. “all of this…is too much right now jay”, she says to him.

“I know..I know..and I’m sorry. just I know there is something wrong right now and I want to fix that”, jason pleads shifting more closer and closer to his wife who leaned into his warm touch. “I know that jay..it’s just-“, she cuts herself off unsure if she should even say anything. his eyebrows furrowed, grasping on her hand into his. he gives her a look to continue in what she was saying. a slight encouragement of him pressing a kiss on her hand just now. his warm soft lips against her hand.

y/n sighed.

she shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath. the thought of a potential family running through her mind right now. subconsciously, her ringed hand reaches up touching her covered stomach. y/n opens her eyes looking down at jason’s soft dark blue eyes.

“how do you still feel, about having a baby?”

UH OH! A BABY?

LOOKS LIKE YOU SHOULD OF KEEP SH SH ABOUT IT!

WHO KNOWS? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE.

CAUSE HE’LL KNOW NOW.

OR WILL HE?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! it’s july! wow, omg. now I’ll be honest, last month went by pretty fast which is nuts. so hopefully fall comes soon! than I could make some spooky Halloween jason todd x reader! ALSO! ALERT ALERT! i have some new upcoming stories! I will be releasing some sneak peeks somewhere this week so keep an eye out! now I do hope you all enjoy this chapter, sorry if it seems short! but if you wish to be tagged let me know!

BINX

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HOME

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SUMMARY ↳ Home is where the heart is. Tony's eyes study you carefully. "You sure you're okay?" "I'm home, Tony," is all you say." pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne warnings: none wc: 3.2k

all of your replies from last chapter really made me chuckle, glad to see that the writing hit like it was supposed to lol

Miguel refuses to let you go anywhere without getting checked out by somebody. A Spider-Doctor looks you over, poking and prodding at you. She asks you a bunch of questions, some miniscule and some strange.

“Does it hurt when I press here?”

“Is your vision blurry?”

“Does your body feel different on an atomic level?”

She deems you good to go. Your friends are all waiting for you outside the office. Miguel immediately hands you a Web-Watch before stalking off somewhere (grump, you swear). It feels heavenly in your grip. Man, how you missed it. You quickly wear it, placing it just under your web-shooters. The weight of it is reassuring.

With a glance at your friends, you feel a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support. “I should…”

Peter smiles, waving you off. “Go, kid.” The rest of them nod encouragingly. You almost want to cry at their understanding expressions. The watch beeps as you put in your destination. That familiar hum of the universe greets you as the portal opens up. With one last wave to them, you enter it.

Earth-143258

Queens, New York.

Home. You’re finally home.

You breathe in the air. It’s night time now. Avengers tower stands tall, a lighthouse providing a way home. The cool night air swirls around you, carrying with it echoes of past memories. You decide you’ll walk there.

As you walk through the familiar streets, the city feels simultaneously unchanged and yet subtly different. The sounds of the city—distant traffic, people chatting, the occasional siren—blend with the comforting hum of all that New York is.

The familiar sights and sounds evoke visuals, reminding you of the countless times you've swung through these very streets, fighting crime and protecting the innocent.

Passing by old haunts and familiar landmarks, your heart swells with a mix of nostalgia and determination. You catch glimpses of everyday life—families out for an evening stroll, street vendors closing up shop, and the occasional patrol car passing by. Each step feels like a reunion with a part of yourself that you've missed during your time away.

Avengers Tower looms ahead, its imposing silhouette against the night sky serving as a beacon of hope and security. With each stride, you feel more grounded, more connected to this world than ever before. As you approach the entrance to the main lobby, you pause for a moment, taking in the scene before stepping inside.

“Welcome home, [Name],” greets FRIDAY. It sounds like she’s smiling. The warmth in her voice is noticeable, almost as if the building itself is happy to see you return. The spacious, modern interior of the lobby feels like a sanctuary, a place where you've spent countless hours.

“Where’s… where’s everyone?”

“Would you like me to tell them you’re here?”

You swallow. “No, can you just. Can you tell me where they are?”

FRIDAY's voice, smooth and comforting, responds immediately, "Of course. Tony is in his lab, working on a new project. Natasha and Clint are in the training room, sparring. Steve is in the gym, and Bruce is in the kitchen.”

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. It’s been too long since you’ve seen them, but you need a moment to gather yourself before facing even one of them. After a few moments of reflection, you stand up, feeling more grounded. It’s time to reconnect with your team, your family. You decide to head to the lab first. You have to see Tony first.

The lab is a hive of activity, filled with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of various screens. The familiar sights and sounds embrace you like a well-worn glove. Tony is hunched over a workbench, tinkering with what looks like a new piece of tech. For a moment, you simply watch him, the flickering lights casting shadows on his face.

“Hey, Tony,” you call out softly, your voice carrying a mix of emotions.

Tony freezes, pausing his work. He turns around slowly, and for a heartbeat, his expression is unreadable. “I’ve officially gone crazy. I’m seeing things.”

You step further into the lab, your heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Tony's gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to discern whether you're real or a figment of his imagination.

You chuckle softly, trying to ease the tension. "If you're seeing things, then we both are, because I'm definitely standing right here."

Tony sets down his tools, his eyes scrutinizing. "Well, I'll be damned. Look who decided to drop back in from the multiverse." His sass seems infinite.

He strides over, and before you know it, you're enveloped in a bear hug that speaks volumes of relief and genuine affection. "You’re here," he murmurs, his voice gruff and wavering. “You came back.”

You smile, eyes watering. “Miss me?”

“Every damn day,” he replies fiercely. “It’s been months, kid.”

Your heart tightens at his words, and suddenly the dam breaks. A choked sob escapes you without your permission. You bury yourself deeper in Tony’s embrace. Tony only holds you tighter. The weight of everything comes crashing down on account of you finally letting go of everything you’ve been holding in for far too long.

Tony feels like a lifeline, grounding you in a flood of emotions built up. You’ve longed to feel this safe since you first landed in the other universe. His silent reassurance speaks volumes. There is no need for words in this moment, only the warmth in familiarity.

Tony doesn’t pull back until you do, brushing a hand down your face to wipe away your tears. “You wanna go see the others?”

You nod, feeling a rush of gratitude for Tony's understanding as you sniffle. Tony asks FRIDAY to gather your folk into the common room. He fills the silence with mindless chatter about what’s happened since you’ve been away—small little missions here and there, new tech he demanded Miguel to learn about.

“Oh, I’ve gotta let Wanda and Strange know you’re back. Wanda especially has been a little restless.”

“You asked them for help?”

He looks at you. “You were suddenly stranded in the multiverse. Why wouldn’t I?”

Your legs feel so numb you’re not sure how they still work. “Right.” A realization overwhelms you with a sense of belonging. It’s a feeling you haven’t felt in a while.

When you enter the common room, a wave of nostalgia hits you. You just want to sink into the comfy couches and take a three year nap. It feels like stepping back into a cherished memory. Natasha and Clint are already there, looking up as you and Tony walk in. Natasha’s eyes widen imperceptibly, you’re surprised you catch it. Clint’s usual expression breaks into a warm smile.

“Hey, stranger,” Clint says, voice barely above a whisper. His smile is warm, genuine, and it feels like coming home.

“We were starting to think you were avoiding us.” Natasha’s steps toward you are careful and coordinated, everything about her is. But her eyes are softened.

You manage a watery laugh. “Missed you guys too.”

Natasha is the first to move, closing the distance between you with her characteristic grace. She wraps you in a hug that is both gentle and firm, conveying unspoken words of relief and joy. It surprised you greatly, her willingness to openly show affection like this.  Clint follows suit, patting you on the back with a warm hand.

“Steve’s on his way,” Natasha says, stepping back but keeping a hand on your shoulder. “He’s been worried sick.”

Bruce arrives next, hair messy. His eyes dart around the room, landing on you. He breathes a sigh of disbelief, crossing the room to get to you. Bruce's hug is tentative at first, as if he's afraid you might disappear. But when he feels the solid warmth of your form, his grip tightens.

“Hey, kid.” It’s all you need to hear. You smile and wrap your arms around him. 

“Hi.”

Before long, Steve bursts into the room, his expression a mixture of disbelief and joy. His eyes widen slightly when he sees you, and for a moment, he seems rooted to the spot. Then, with a few long strides, he closes the distance between you.. “You’re really here,” he says, pulling you into a hug that almost lifts you off your feet.

You return the hug with equal fervor, feeling the tension and weight of your absence melt away in the embrace of your friends, your family. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Currently breaking several traffic laws to get here,” he chuckles, letting you go reluctantly. 

“And Pepper?” you ask Tony, looking over Steve’s shoulder at him.

Tony blinks. “FRIDAY, please tell Pepper [Name]’s back.” You roll your eyes, not really surprised. “She’s out right now,” Tony says, giving a winning smile. “Nevermind that, let’s throw a party.”

Chuckles fill the room as Tony rounds behind the bar. Typical Tony, ever the partygoer. “Can I drink too?”

Tony squints at you, so you pull out the puppy eyes. “Come on, I deserve it. I was so far from home,” you pout. 

“One drink. One,” he points at you, turning to grab you a bottle to pour.

“They’re not legal, Tony–” cuts in Steve, because of course.

“Don’t be a party pooper, Cap.” Tony passes you your drink. You grin at Steve as you sip it. “You’re a bit of a rule breaker yourself.”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he takes a seat nearby. You imagine a warm blanket settling on you after a long night. Everyone gathers around, sharing stories and catching up on what has transpired during your absence.

Sam shows up with Bucky, walking towards you with a grin and his arms out. You don’t think you’ve ever received so many hugs in one night before. Bucky awkwardly pats your head, then pokes it for “leaving us so long.”

Wanda shows up next, dragging Vision behind her. She smiles widely upon seeing you, looking a little wistful. You kind of wish the drinks you’d been sneaking could take effect. Cursed super metabolism. Too many emotions have been felt tonight.

"Wanda," you say warmly, reaching out to embrace her. She returns the hug with a heartfelt squeeze, her voice tinged with relief. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

Vision nods, a faint smile on his lips as he greets you warmly. Wanda’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she embraces you tightly, whispering how much she missed you. “Strange sends his regards,” sniffles Wanda, fondly brushing her fingers against your forehead.

The doors to the common room slide open again, and this time, it's Pepper who walks in. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you standing there, and she rushes forward, enveloping you in a tight hug. "I can't believe it," she murmurs, her voice trembling with emotion. "Welcome home."

You feel your heart squeeze. You would’ve thought she wouldn’t be able to meet you tonight, since she had prior plans, but here she is. For you.

Throughout the night, amidst the laughter and shared stories, you find yourself reconnecting not just with your friends (read: family), but with a part of yourself that had felt lost. Tony asks FRIDAY to play your favorite song. 

Tony's eyes study you carefully. "You sure you're okay?"

“I’m home, Tony,” is all you say.

He seems to relax at that, nodding slowly. “You are, and we’re not letting you out of our sight anytime soon."

The night outside is calm, New York’s lights twinkling like stars. The moment feels precious. You wish you had your camera to capture it.

Your camera that was gifted to you back in the other universe.

Hm.

You're fingers start to fidget with your green and blue bracelet.

Eventually, the revelry winds down. Everyone bids their goodnights, and you find yourself standing on the balcony of Avengers Tower, gazing out at the cityscape that stretches before you.

The night air is cool against your skin, carrying with it a sense of peace and contentment. You take a deep breath, letting the moment wash over you. In the quiet of the night, with the city bustling below, you feel a renewed sense of self.

You will all your worries away. You’re right where you need to be. You’re heart must truly lie here.

You find that your room is the same as you left—comfortable, familiar, and filled with reminders of your life here. Pictures litter the walls, ones of you, of your friends, you with your friends. The bed is inviting, and you collapse onto it, exhaustion mingling with the exhilaration of being back home.

You reach for your Web-Watch, now resting beside you on the bedside table. It's a tangible reminder of where you've been and where you are now. In the other universe, you felt like you were constantly flying. Never a moment’s rest. At the very least, you were flying with people you liked.

But here, in this room, surrounded by mementos and the quiet hum of the city outside, you feel grounded. This is your home, your family, and they've welcomed you back with open arms. 

No matter, now you just want to sleep. You nestle into the softness of the pillows, allowing the weariness of your journey and the emotional release to finally catch up with you. Your thoughts are a jumble of faces and voices, memories and new beginnings.

Sleep comes easily, cradling you in its embrace as you drift off into a deep, restful slumber. 

Gwen’s Earth has always been pretty. Soft hues captivate you. It’s a world where the sky seems perpetually painted in pastels, casting a serene glow over the city below. Since you dipped on them last time to go home, they’ve decided that today is hang out time.

It’s always a sort of dance, swinging with the others. You and Gwen are more effortless in your grace, Pav comes close. The two of you twirl around each other, feeling the rush of wind and the freedom of the swing. The cityscape blurs past, a vibrant tapestry of lights and shadows.

“Show offs!” yells Miles, a ways behind you. Gwen's laughter rings out beside you, a melody of happiness that lifts your spirits even higher. The two of you share a glance, matching grins under your masks.

Miles zips past with a playful whoop, joining in the aerial dance with his own unique flair. He’s getting faster with his swinging. Hobie passes by as well, bumping you with his shoulder teasingly. You all swing through the cityscape, weaving between skyscrapers and navigating the intricate web of New York's skyline. 

As the night winds down, you find yourselves perched atop a familiar rooftop, looking out over the city sprawled beneath you. The lights of the city twinkle like stars, a breathtaking sight that never fails to inspire awe.

"I missed you guys," you admit, the words carrying a weight of sentimentality. "Being here, with all of you."

“Awe,” coos Pav, hands squishing his cheeks.

Miles grins, nudging you playfully. "You’re the one that disappeared on us.”

You laugh, feeling a surge of gratitude for these friends who have become your family across dimensions. "I promise, no more disappearing acts without warning."

With a final glance at the city below, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. In this moment, you’re surrounded by friends who care about you. Who could ask for more?

Together, you watch the sunrise paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, a new day dawning over the city that never sleeps.

“So…” hums Gwen, hands behind her back. You raise an eyebrow at her. “What was it like?”

You shake your head good-naturedly at her. Pav nods at her, looking at you. “Yeah, what did you do there?”

“Well for starters,” you clap your hands together, turning to face them all. “You guys got DC comics in your universe?”

“Like, Superman and stuff?” ask Miles.

You nod. He blinks. “No way.”

“Yes way,” you chuckle at their reactions, enjoying the disbelief on their faces. “Yeah, and guess where I landed.”

“Central City?”

“Themyscira!”

“Metropolis?”

You suck in air through your teeth dramatically. “Gotham.” They share a wince. Seems about right. "It's like someone took the grittiest, darkest parts of New York and turned them up to eleven," you explain, gesturing animatedly. "Never a dull moment. You've got Batman and the whole Batfamily running around. Don’t go to a carnival because Poison Ivy will attack it.”

Gwen raises an eyebrow. "Wait, you hung out with the Batfamily?"

You nod. “Yeah, I got like, initiated. I got myself enrolled in school, and Damian Wayne got involved. That snowballed into me getting involved with their superhero world, ‘cause you know, I wasn’t gonna stop being Spinnerette.”

Hobie fist bumps you in agreement. “Met Superboy, he’s a real sweetie. Consequently met his parents, and holy shit, Lois Lane is so cool.” Gwen nods hard in agreement. “I also technically made history when I remade Tony Stark's new element.”

You shrug at their stares. “I was trying to build a watch to get back home!” you defend, then turn to Hobie. “Which, by the way, you have to teach me how you did it. I’d rather not get stranded again, thank you.”

“Sounds like you had a blast over there,” teases Gwen, hooking her arm around you.

You scoff. “Once I got past the looming realization that I could be stuck there forever and never see my friends and family again, sure.” It’s a joke, but not really. “It was a bit unfair, I guess. I knew just about everything about them and they knew nothing about me. But I did… make friends there.”

“Just friends?” Pav leans in. You gulp, remembering what happened just before Miguel found you.

“Just friends,” you huff, shoving Pav back playfully. “Damian’s about as complicated as you’d expect, but he’s a good friend. Touchier than I thought he’d be. Intense, blunt, but still kind. And Jon’s… Jon’s Jon,” you continue, thinking back on your life in Gotham. “Real sweet, like I said. Earnest, kind, and desperately needs some brown contacts,” you chuckle fondly. “They’ve got a dynamic going on. But they’re also… just people. Like us.”

“Sounds like a really crazy telenovela,” hums Miles.

“Trust me, it was,” you agree, thinking of the rollercoaster of emotions and events you experienced. “But it was also… eye-opening. I learned a lot about myself, about what I’m capable of, and about what really matters to me.”

You lean back on your hands. “I just hope everything's okay. I kind of just… left.”

“You wanna go back?”

You hesitate, considering the question carefully. “Part of me does. I left things unfinished. But another part of me…” You glance at your friends, feeling a swell of warmth in your chest. “Another part of me knows that this is where I belong. With you guys. With my family.”

“Damn right,” says Gwen, punching you lightly in the arm.

“They don’t need me, anyway. I just hope they’re not too worried.” The sunrise bathes the rooftop in golden light, casting long shadows and warming the cool morning air. You take a deep breath, feeling at peace with your decision. For now, in this moment, you’re exactly where you need to be.

notes: if you don't know, '143' is slang for 'i love you', each number corresponds to the number of letter in each word of the phrase. reader's universe, earth-143258 means 'i love you in every universe', same rules.

BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE - J.T. X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER SEVEN : YOU’RE GONE

pairings: jason todd (red hood) x wife!fem!reader, alfred pennyworth x fem!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS: violence, attempted kidnapping, reader is really just targeted by the scary clown man, hubby jason is dying inside, really not fun for reader

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NOT PROOFREAD - ITALICS ARE FROM MOMENTS BEFORE READER’S ABDUCTION.

MISS AMERICAN PIE HAS GONE MISSING.

AND WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE? I'LL TELL YOU.

SHE'S HIDING, FROM YOU.

JUST LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT, it was quiet. usually perfect for anyone to sleep tiredly as much as they want or enough to get enough rest for what the next days are to come. the sounds of crickets awakened with the softest 'who's' from looming owls above. it was soothing for Y/N. much to say you would expect her to feel uncomfortable with how previous events had taken place. not until later on. after her call with JASON had suddenly ended and the top breaking news of the explosion not far from the city itself, sleep had clouded her mind. waiting her husband to arrive back to the Manor, Y/N laid on her side of the shared bed with Ginger, the german shepherd pup, that snored away with stretched out limbs. as much as she's felt cozy in the room, it came to her how worried she was. normally she was, yes. but something didn't feel...right. her husband would come home either with solemn dread or an loving gesture with pressed kisses against the side of her temple. she prayed it was the kisses and soft chuckles from jason tonight.

Y/N opened her eyes to scan around the bedroom, she could feel the crust forming around the very corners. reaching up a hand to rub at them away she sat up lazily. a small yawn escapes from her mouth. there was nothing but darkness except the bright moonlight shining down from the window and into the dark room. her bones felt tight. the cool air settles around her sitting up figure except the warmth by her hip from ginger.

feeling the same sleepiness take off, Y/N slams herself back down on the cool pillows. immediately her entire body relaxes once more. her head dugs into the cold side of her pillow. taking a small inhale from her nose - the scent of jason's cologne and body wash filled her nostrils. a mix of whiskey, bourbon and vanilla. spicy and sugary. she always loved how he smelled. what she hadn't noticed was the the pup who laid with twitching ears that were high and alerted. her black nose wiggled, smelling something unusual...but familiar.

creak....stomp...

halting her movement, Y/N slowly moves her attention back over to the room. pushing her body away from the soft pillowcase into a up-right position in a slow pace, she looks straight over to where the door was. from underneath the door, it was dark. no bright hallway light to see any shadow creeping from the other side. just pure darkness. from the corner of her eye Y/N could see ginger now standing up in an protective stance. a deep growl emerges from her throat. teeth bares as her eyes stare down at the door in front of her. ginger stands in front of Y/N on all fours - blocking her view. consciously , her left hand reaches from underneath the same pillow she had previously laid on. gripping onto her phone tightly. already sliding up on her screen without bothering to look away from the door and away from ginger, Y/N already starts to go through her contacts in search for her husbands. until, the doorknob twists.

instantly, she felt her breath hitch. a chill spirals down her spine. slowly Y/N pushes up entirely from the bed, gripping onto the wooden bed-frame with one hand holding onto the cold cell phone. back from her peripheral vision she could see ginger’s ear pinned back with another growl ready to released. as much as she was terrified, this happened to her once. and she wasn’t ready for it to happen again..

the knob twists. so slow. it was taunting.

the door deadly opens. door frame creaks as it reveals, nothing but a shadowy figure. the moonlight provided her sight with a towering man. his figure wore the a simple pair of khaki pants along an white tank top with the printed words on the front. 

                                    ‘ARKHAM’

‘oh shit’, Y/N gulped silently. her judgement of the previous thugs who tried to kidnap or murder her, may even both, was used ungratefully with fear. but now her judgment was even more worse. an escaped criminal from Arkham Asylum. and, joker’s men. anyone would rather spend their days and nights away in Gotham’s jail custody than Arkham. the way jason would describe the brutally and terrifying things that occurs a place like Arkham always gave her the chills. and who wouldn’t? someone spends a day in that cruel place, you might come back not the same. and we all know who ended up in that fate.

Y/N backs herself up against the cold headboard. finding little to not movement to run away. she felt completely stuck. the room rings with the german shepherd’s barks and threatening growls. the pup’s head shakes, spit flies from her baring teeth. her chest felt like it was speeding so fast it much burst out out of her. not taking her eyes off of the intruder, she felt her grasp tightening on her phone. ‘call him…call him you idiot!’

not far from her, she could hear the deep intake breaths of relief and sinister chuckle. “found you…”, the intruder spoke. a pair of the heaviest boots steps towards unarmed woman and the pup. instead of simply calling her husband who was probably far away from the manor and would take an long amount of time to get there, might as well have the ‘flight or fight’ turned on. without thinking or even doubting, Y/N turns to Jason’s side of the bed to double over the various pillows to grab the lamp that sat on the furnished nightstand. immediately pulling back her arm with the lamp in hand, the lamp flings across the room aiming for the intruder. 

fortunately the heavy product landed perfectly on the man’s bulky chest causing him to let out an loud ‘oof’ from the impact. jason would be proud to see it. his form stammers backwards from the force, a small thud falls onto the floor. a gun. it had to be. if it wasn’t, than most certainly it was a weapon of choice. Y/N’s head twists and turns to find any nearby weapon for defense. only for the slight panic inside of her in realizing the lack of items in the very room. except, a clock. it was big enough for her to possible bash his head with. or throw at him again. ‘anything could be a weapon’, jason’s word rang inside her head.

without another thought, Y/N grabbed the clock on her husbands side of the bed. as she grabs the device, it was quick to pull her back onto the bed frame. her back slams onto the heavy frame to realize it was still plugged in. ‘you gotta be fucking kidding me’, she said to herself. the anxiety crept inside her stomach. with ginger’s growl and barks made it much worse. where was everyone else? and by everyone else, alfred. he had to be here. and for sure he was alert on someone breaking in the Manor. he’s the butler for fuck sakes! a low grunt comes from the man as he slowly walks forward. he curses underneath his breath as he did. as Y/N struggled to grab onto the clock from his restraint, it gave the intruder an advantage to finally take the girl. 

not before ginger had enough. quick, the pup barked viciously lastly to run forward with a speed. her fury figure darts straight to grab onto the man’s khaki covered leg. teeth gashing with a firm grip as she held on. with a turn of her head, Y/N watched the attack unfold before her until the moon enlightens the room once more. and there it was, a gun laid out onto the floor waiting for her to run to. ‘go’, she hears her own voice whisper to herself. letting go of the worthless clock and over to the laid weapon inches away from the intruder. she was careful to not come close enough near the screaming man who was occupied in getting the pup’s teeth off of his leg. and in which he had failed. 

quickly, Y/N picks up the cold gun. her thumb slides off the safety before aiming it at the man. with a whistle coming from her lips, ginger unlatched her teeth letting go of the man. he grunts in relief before gripping his leg. “don’t fucking move”, she spoke. just as much as she wanted to sound like she wasn’t terrified. she truly was. 

when was this going to stop?

the tremble in voice was a dead give away. since the man started chuckling mockingly. “you ain’t gonna shoot me”, he said. he hissed once again as Y/N watches him clutch on his leg with a firm pressure to stop the bleeding from the rows of teeth wounds ginger had left. 

with a squint of her eyes, she breathed in heavily debating on if it would be right to shoot or not. if she did right now, more of a chance alfred would hear and will come in. or more reinforcements. Y/N lets out a sigh dropping the gun by her side. ginger trots away taking side by her mother waiting for further instructions. a lick of her mouth and chompers, the pup was content. 

“you’re right. i won’t. but doesn’t mean I can’t do this”, she says.

before the man can process her words quick enough, Y/N walks over to the sat man on the floor before swatting him with the end of the gun. hitting him on the temple hard enough for him to pass out. his body thuds hard against the floor. as he laid there completely out cold.

“I see you have taken care of him miss”, a familiar british voice had suddenly spoke from behind. turning around it was clearly to be alfred pennyworth. he looked rather disheveled. revealing he had a bit of a fight and was preoccupied. his suit was freshly wrinkled with creased. in his hands were completely bare, off of the typical white gloves he usually wears and now were replaced with a shotgun in hand. Y/N shudders with relief in seeing the butler. ginger whines out as well already wanting the older man’s attention. “well yea…he did come into my room uninvited”, she says with a little nervous chuckle. 

alfred nods with an ‘sorry’ grin. “I do apologize miss. it would seem that a few obstacles came along. I have alerted batman, for now we should head down to the cave if you prefer miss”.

”yes please”, Y/N was quick to answer with hesitation.

as she makes her way to stand next to the butler, ginger walks over to stay close enough to Y/N. her black nose wiggles, sniffing the air for anything out of the ordinary. 

alfred holds onto the shotgun tightly in his hands as he led the two through the darkened halls of the Manor. what felt like a labyrinth filled with monsters and obstacles, Y/N could see just how alfred operated. he was just as alert. he was calculated and made sure to go first before she did in case anyone decided to surprise them. luckily, there wasn’t any obstacles that stood in their way. 

“did you alert red?”, she whispered over the butlers shoulder. 

he stayed quiet in response. “I’m afraid not miss. as far as he is right now, i would say he would take much longer to get here. batman has stated I come and get you and take you to safety. as far as I know red does not know of the circumstances”, alfred explains with the same low volume. pursing her lips in thought of his words that spoke of guilt. he was right. 

if jason got here too late…only the worst would unfold.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

this was worse. 

everything he could of gone through in his life, somehow this was more shattering. he could feel his bones ache. his heart was pounding in his chest from the adrenaline and of fear. 

it took him ten minutes to get here. from the depths of the city than back to the Manor. his legs were burning from the speed he was going. he had jumped from buildings to buildings. and somehow, someway he was too late. the look on everyone’s faces was enough. 

jason could see the remains of blood, unconscious bodies and shattered glass. he walks in with silence but his energy radiated pure dread. police men were uncovering the scene with cameras taking photos of the crime. and there stood, bruce dressed as Batman talking to commissioner gordon. the look on gordon’s face was written with stress and disappointment. practically sensing his presence bruce looks to his left to see jason. he stood there looking at him blankly with his helmet. bruce muttered a few words to commissioner before bidding a goodbye with a firm nod. “alright everyone out! give some room!”, jim yells out waving his hand towards the front door of the manor. 

jason could hear the multiple pair of footsteps leave the building in a rush manner. his focus more onto the scene in front of him, unbothered to even spare another glance at the commissioner and bruce. and speaking of his father, bruce had never seen jason this way. ruined. broken. it was a different type of broken. even a broken person like jason himself can be more shattered. shattered into billions even trillions of pieces and unable to be repaired. seeing his estranged son who settled down with a beauty by his side, bruce can truly see the amount of happiness his daughter in-law brought. and bruce would of had the same dream as jason. but far into this lifestyle was tougher.

bruce’s frown deepened, walking towards the stilled red hood who barely said a word. the crunch of glass as he stepped on the pieces, crunch crunch. stopping in front of him, and nearly at the same height, bruce could just see how tall his son was. even with his back hunch, jason was taller than everyone else in the house other than bruce. 

“red hood. a woman has been kidnapped. we assume it was at least seven or so men who broke in the wayne manor. alfred pennyworth, wayne’s butler has been detained by paramedics. if you wo-“

”where is she”

it was soft. a broken, yet soft cry. 

if you thought Jason Todd could ever felt more dead, than he’s in the afterlife. 

“where is she”, jason, red hood, pleaded. he spoke in a tone where gordon couldn’t hear from where he stood. his hands laid limply by his sides as he looked down at the blood stained floors and carpets. by the side of trashed wooden table with shattered tea cups and teapots laid an eye catching ring. 

it shone brightly in the manor lamp lightings as it laid there with the same poker card.

a simple gold wedding ring. the same one his wife always wore, and never took off. a vow to him, and to her. one that laid on the floor, with a bloodied message. the poker card of a joker. familiar words written on the back that read ‘BEAUTY SMILES’. the crimson color of dried blood was used to write. 

“we should wrap this up”, jim gordon sighs out tiredly as he looked down at the crime scene. 

another case from the joker. how utterly surprising. 

“as soon as we get started on-“ “that won’t be necessary, robin is already on the look out as well as nightwing”, batman says without drawing his attention away from red. jim looked at batman’s armor covered back, giving him a second glance before nodding away. “alright. my boys will do the same. we’ll let you know if we find something about joker’s whereabouts or the girls”, jim already taking leave out the door feeling the uncomfortable silence between the two vigilantes. he was getting too old to deal with the constant fighting between the two. 

and there, both father and son stood in silence. 

what was either one supposed to say? the words had no formed for one another, and yet they both felt guilt. 

“jason.”

is all bruce could even say. he wants to comfort him. tell him they will find y/n. to even tear the city through and through to search for her. something he did before and yet failed. 

and for jason, he remained in silence. it wasn’t hard to feel what he was feeling. with no facial expression with the the helmet, anyone could feel the wrath that brewed inside of him. “jason. we will find her”, bruce reassured him. it was dead. waiting patiently for any response back or even just a single movement from him, jason remained still. 

god, why is it always evil always after him. had he suffered enough through death and life itself? all he ever wanted was love. freedom. justice. anyone can take something away from him but no, not her. not his wife. 

underneath the helmet, jason’s once a soft beautiful shade of light blue turned to a darkened color of midnight blue. his jaw clenched, more sharper. his gaze now narrowed and dangerous. the red bat symbol on his chest heaved up and down as he took in heavy settled breaths. he could almost hear the voices in his head, telling him to do anything. anything that is necessary. whatever is right. to kill. and no one is going to stop him. not this time.

- ☾ -

could this manor be even more bigger than it already is. not to mention how cold it is. Y/N paced herself next to alfred along of the company of ginger. it was as dark as it was in the halls than the bedrooms, barely could see anything but outlines of doors, desks and vases. and the occasional bumping into either freshly deceased or unconscious bodies that laid across the floors. neither the two have spoken after Y/N’s question of her husband’s location. as the three carefully tip toed through the halls, almost close to the grandfather clock, a chill once again ran through down the crack of her spine. just as alfred led the two around the corner, ginger’s nose wiggles once more. the pup detects another intruder in the house. and before she had the courage to alert the butler and the woman, a figure in pops up just as they turn.

the figure let out a loud roar at the sight of the two till they collided with Y/N’s body. the impact caught her off guard as her body slammed down against the floor, barely letting out a gasp or a shout. 

“I GOT HER!”, the figure yelled out. 

alfred immediately taking action as he kicked the figure at it’s side causing them to fall back. the butler aims the shotgun at the intruders arm, disarming then in case they decided to get any ideas. the loud gunshot rang through the empty halls as ginger barked and snarled at the screaming figure down at her feet, Y/N’s ears were quick to ring - cutting off any sound for a moment.

trails of smoke leave the shotgun in alfred’s hands. laying on the ruined carpet, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut to focus on her hearing that barely came back to her. her palms lay out underneath her as she pushes herself off the ground. the muffled sounds of screams of pain and barks slowly come back to her. “we must go now”, alfred briefly spoke. his hand reaches out to the fallen woman till a force rams inside onto alfred’s side. alfred let out a grunt as his body slams against the wall. another figure grabs a hold of the shotgun in his hands, tugging on it fiercely.

Y/N shakes her head, opening her eyes to where alfred once stood to the two fighting figures on her left. quickly her attention is onto the alfred, already pushing herself off the floor ready to help the butler. “get the fuck off of him!”, she yells out from behind the figure. her hands grab onto the figures face pulling backwards in order to get this person away. and as she pulled, Y/N grits her teeth in determination. but seeing as though this person wanted the shotgun in alfred’s hands, her hands right up to the person’s upper cheek. the white nail on her finger glides against the rough skin. the harder she pulled, the more skin and blood sheds underneath her nail.

sound of the skin dragging itself from harsh tugging and a low pained groan escapes from the holder. just then, their hold loosens for a second. giving alfred enough advantage to tug back the shotgun to him. raising his arms high where his head was to hitting the butt of the gun against one of the intruders head. 

a thud falls back onto to Y/N until she steps back causing the unconscious body to fall carelessly onto the floor. 

both alfred and Y/N’s chest heaves as they looked down at the body by their feet’s. the hand Y/N had used laid by her hip, a single droplet of blood dripped down. definitely going to need to wash my hands, she spoke in her head.

“well, I would say that was an decent amount of team-work there miss y/n”, alfred ‘thanked’ her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words before rolling her head. “you’re welcome, alfred”, she breathed out turning her back to the now-whimpering man on the floor.

”I do think several classes of women’s defense classes would be best suited for you ma’am”, he suggests digging his hand inside his trousers’ pockets pulling out several bullets. 

Y/N shrugged, “I took some classes. I’m not really the type to go out as much”.

”well when this all over, I’ll speak to master jason about the arrangements”

”good luck, he’ll want either him or bruce to teach me”

”well, I did train him to be the best. I was a spy”, alfred said nonchalantly as he switched the empty shotgun shells letting them fall on the floor to more ammo. 

from behind Y/N undetected, except for ginger and alfred, both ready to defend her was three more lingering figures. one with a baseball bat and the other two had undetermined weapons on them for sure. 

“miss y/n” “yea?”, Y/N asked. her attention onto alfred as she stood stunned to see the end of the shotgun pointed at her. “duck”, he said. a questioned expression on her face not realizing his words. her eyebrows narrowed together with pursed lips. “what?”, she questioned once more. ‘why the hell- duck?’, Y/N asked herself.

alfred’s eyes shifted onto the side, seeing a fourth figure entering the hallway. “duck!”, he yells out. ‘oh duck!’, she exclaimed in her head with her eyes widen at the realization. 

immediately ducking head down, alfred fires at each of the intruders - already taking one of them down. ginger leaps in the butlers frame as her furry body tackles one of them. her body thrashes around, biting harder and harder into their skin as they screamed bloody murder. as Y/N stays down, she looks around to see alfred had disappeared. hearing so he was handing himself with a few punches and swift kicks. 

‘come on jay, we need you’, Y/N pleaded in hopes of her husband popping up. 

“WHERE’S THE GIRL?!” “WELL FIND HER! ILL DEAL WITH THE OLD MAN”, she hears two bickering male voices. 

it was even worse that she couldn’t at all see. and how the hell does alfred have x-ray vision in the dark? it was different for ginger as she is a dog. a good one at that. run!”, she hears alfred yell out in a struggle. crouching down to her knees, Y/N crawls away rushing to where the staircase now stands. 

getting off the floor her body picks itself up to go down the stairs carefully but quick enough to reach the grandfather clock. 

finally, by the time Y/N reaches the end of the stairs another figure comes up from behind her. a silver crowbar holds up and above, striking her on the side of her head. the chilling sound of her skull being hit with a heavy object was enough for anyone to cringe to. 

she lets out an low yelp as she falls onto the floor once again. her front body lays against the cold marble tile floors. Y/N’s head collided with the hard floorboard causing her entire head to throb in pain. closing her eyes with a scrunched up look as she gasps at the enticing struck of a hit. 

“tsk tsk, OOooHHhh, now now birdie. next time you shouldn’t run down the stairs and this would’ve not happened, now would it”.

Y/N’s body stilled, that voice…

“ooohhhh, ive been waiting to meet you for so long. it’s a shame he’s not here to see the lovely reunion we could of had together”, the voice creeps forward, walking around her weakened form. 

keeping her eyes closed, afraid if she opened them, she’ll see the truly terrifying thing she never thought she would ever face. squeezing them shut Y/N gulped swallowing the ball of spit that had formed in her mouth. this action wasn’t unnoticed by the clown at all. it only caused him to ‘tsk’ teasingly. “aw, what? you seem scared there missus cherry pie”, he spoke menacing like with a spark of humor. his voice inch closer and closer to her. the waft of his disgusting breath hitting against the softness of her skin. she wanted to gag at the smell and of his presence.

never in her life was Y/N L/N Todd ever terrified. maybe some instincts, yes, but never in this exact moment did she want to run and hide away. 

practically shaking like a leaf on the floor, she felt her stomach tighten. 

a brilliant reminder of her shared news with her husband. the part of her and jason, now amongst in the company of an unwanted man who terrorized her husband’s memories and now of hers. unstoppable, the tremors of her fear ripples through her body more. she probably looked like a chihuahua. 

“why so scared? it’s just me. uncle j. me and your dear husband have some history”, he giggles till it fades. “oohh wait ~ uncle. j. I don’t know about you miss pie but we seem to also have something else in common, me and your husband. our names, start with a, j. wow! already feel like family!”, he goes on as he laughs. that laugh, even on tv it was chilling to her. just how he could go on, and on with laughter. 

her chest heaves till Y/N feels two fingers grip onto her cheeks, squeezing them together. 

“and! that’s not the best part yet!”, he yells out in excitement along of a stringing laughter. listening to any sound of his new words or even alfred coming downstairs to save her, only to hear the cruel sound of silence. anxiety pitted itself deep inside her. a sudden wave of warmth inches itself closer to Y/N, and a pungent breath wafts her senses. his breath and mouth sits right in her ear, “i know that you and birdie…have been expecting”. 

a gasp escapes her mouth as Y/N opens her eyes. now in her vision, was the clown prince. a murderer. a form of torture. the boogeyman. joker. 

his face, painted in now crusted white clown paint along of a carved smeared red smile that traced the elongated slits on the side of his lips. his eyes were wide and manic. the bright green hair color slightly faded within his eyebrows and hair. he was skinny. lengthy. almost towering figure that made you want to crawl away from him. joker giggled in seeing Y/N’s shocked and scared expression. “what?! you think uncle j wouldn’t figure it out? oh silly girl, the plans I have for us”, he says the end of his sentence with such evil. 

the thought of him harming the very thing her and jason created, was a promise she vowed herself to never let it happen. and yet here it was. 

Y/N lifts her up head with joker following her traces before she spits right in his eye. 

the smile on his face dropped down dramatically at the action. before it comes back up with a joyfully smile along of a heartedly laughter from the clown. “now I see why he chose you. you do still got some little fire in there huh?”. 

joker leans away from Y/N now standing tall, he looks down at his imaginary watch on his wrist for tsking with a shake of his head in disappointment. “oh boy, looks like we gotta hurry before one of the either comes and takes you away from me again. gentlemen! let’s hurry and make this quick!”, he yells out through the manor. 

what seems like numerous of henchmen coming from left and right and down the stairs, Y/N raised her head higher in search of her companions. where was alfred and ginger? the thought of worst ran through her head. “oh don’t worry pumpkin, I didn’t kill him nor you’re stupid pup. I’m not a monster”, joker spoke of sarcasm. at least that was the only relief. a pair of arms and hands wrap themselves around her shoulders and arms tightly. causing Y/N to panic and easily start fighting. “wha- let me go!”, she yelled out as she tugs her arms away from the harsh grips.

”come now, off we go!”, joker turns on his heel leading away his henchmen and Y/N. 

“get the fuck off of me! get off you fucking clowns!”, Y/N bites back. 

as the pair of henchmen leads her body away further and further away from the manor, Y/N could see a black van awaiting by the front door. 

they were taking her away…away from here. and away from jason. 

“no no no, no! stop! let go of me!”, she screams out pulling at her arms as well as kicking the henchmen. dragging her down the white steps and onto the gravel, a large bald man holding an AK-47 opens the back door of the van. 

joker turns back onto his heel to face Y/N. skipping on his feet, he stands in front of the women before grabbing her left hand. “one last thing missus. let’s send a little message to little birdie, mmhm?”. 

Y/N looks up at the joker with narrowed yet fearful eyes. his smile inches wider and wider turning it into the most haunting and chilling smile she’s ever seen. 

and below from Y/N’s view in joker’s unoccupied hand, was a butterfly knife. 

ready to carve itself into her beautiful skin.

           OH MISS AMERICAN PIE!

WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

LOOKS LIKE THE YOU’VE GOT YOURSELF INTO SOME TROUBLE! 

LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN GET YOURSELF OUT.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves.

here is finally chapter seven! yea i know im late! sorry! also guess who’s birthday it was a couple days ago, whoop whoop! another year of being old✨ anyways i guess im fully back idk yet but here is the new chapter loves! sorry if it’s a little bad, half of it I was half asleep hehe. don’t worry I’ll edit it and stuff. let me know if I forgot to tag u please! and if you want to be tagged! <3

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FIVE: BUN AND THE OVEN

SUMMARY: sometimes we deserve more than we think. maybe the good things are a sign? maybe not. jason takes a minute to realize what could become of his life with his wife. while y/n, makes a decision.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, with DICK GRAYSON, ALFRED PENNYWORTH, DAMIAN WAYNE, TIM DRAKE AND BRUCE WAYNE.

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HE LOVES HER, AND SHE LOVES HIM.

WHAT GREATER PARENTS RIGHT?

BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A MANIAC CLOWN COMES

IN?

a baby.

are we truly ever ready for something like that? the answer is, fuck no.

not even jason is ever ready. especially y/n. pregnancy can take a big toll on women. with changed hormones. change of body. depression.. hell anything can happen in giving birth. and as his wife had shown him on the app ‘tik tok’ that a girl made a list of ‘REASONS TO NOT HAVE A BABY’. and that specific list made his skin crawl..

“I think I’m pregnant, jay”, is what she said.

and what he did in that bathroom that day, was him being a coward and left. jason was too overwhelmed with thought and panic. he wasn’t ready to be a father. a damaged man like him, he felt he couldn’t. he knows that y/n could be a great mother. but him, a father? no. not after his birth dad. that piece of shit. however, he did love his mother so much…

and here he was, smoking outside by the pool looking at the cemetery that wasn’t as far away from the manor. the same one he used to be buried in. he stopped smoking for a bit. only when he was really stressed or out of it. and where was his wife, y/n? upstairs in jason’s old bedroom, crying her heart out with GINGER by her side.

god, he never felt more like a fucking dick.

speak of dick, jason could sense and smell dick’s strong cologne just behind him. trying to sneak up on him. “if you think trying to scare me is going to work dickie, sorry but seeing bruce naked before already beat you to it”, jason says with almost a dead voice taking a long puff of his cigarette. he could also hear dick snorted like a dork with his sentence. the horrifying image of bruce having a woman in the comfort of his bed when he was younger ruined his brain. “you’re not wrong there baby bird”, dick agrees. and there is was, the famous DICK GRAYSON smirk. behind that smirk, was worry.

the older brother leaned against the doorway that lead to the kitchen looking at jason who looked at the cemetery.

“thought you quit smoking”, dick says in thought with his arms crossed over his chest. jason inhales the cancer stick letting his lips go of it. in two seconds, he let out the heaviest of smoke from a cigarette. in the moonlight, dick could see jason’s wedding ring glistening. “yea well, sometimes a good smoke doesn’t hurt anybody”

“except I don’t smoke jay bird” “what do you want dick?”, jason gets straight to the point. he knows that dick is going to talk to him about ‘manly’ and ‘brotherly’ stuff. not really looking forward to it in his opinion. dick sighs, shifting his legs to cross one another as he leaned against the door. “you seem more out of it than usual. what happened back there?”, he questions with the playfulness from earlier to now downright worry. not willingly to answer dick’s questions, instead jason took another puff.

he knows he was out of it for sure. he almost killed a man earlier in front of his wife’s eyes. something he swore to never EVER do. yet he did. blinded by fear and rage. funny enough, his wife might be pregnant. no kid would want jason as their father. he was always angry, violent, an asshole, the bad traits of his dad. and the more danger of him being RED HOOD and his family being vigilantes themselves. and he can’t have a kid of his to be part of it. not after what happened to him… “look im sure bruce is fine with yo-“ “it’s not about bruce”, jason states.

dick looked at his brother with sheer confusion on what he was talking about until it clicked for him from the events of earlier. “it’s about y/n..”, he says. jason nodded with his messy hair flopping, he really needed a haircut. he took a deep breath before taking one last puff from the stick.

“she alright?”, dick asks innocently about his sister in-law who he only found out about not too long ago.

no, y/n wasn’t alright at all.

with jason’s silence was enough answer for dick to know. he knows jason is really verbal with his feelings like most people are. he’s more of the action type of guy. “was it, from earlier or ?”, dick tries to imply without sounding awkwardly but managed to fail. from what he was implying, it definitely was from earlier but as well from the lack of not feeling physically good due to the constant dizziness and the throwing up.

to be fair, jason is the only person who knows dick is the one to trust. him being the closet to jason after his death, he could guess dick was the only one he could tell everything…well almost everything. dick was the one who managed to try and get into contact with him again. besides bruce and alfred of course.

so, could he tell dick about his wife’s little bean problem?

that answer is, no.

because it wasn’t his voice to tell someone a woman’s situation like that. and if his own wife wasn’t pregnant, would he be happy? somewhat. if he wasn’t so fucked up than he would a lot of kids, that was an exaggeration.

“she’s just, shaken up from all of this”, is how jason told dick. a half lie.

dick can sense the lie. jason always lies when something is wrong or too much, but deciding to not press on…dick looked at him with a downcast look with a tight lipped smile. “alright jay”, he says walking over to him. the entire conversation jay never once turned around to face him. he almost felt like collapsing. like he wanted to scream his fucking head off.

raising a hand on jay’s muscular back, dick clapped on it giving him a small pat. “look, I don’t know anything about this whole ‘marriage thing’ but if you need to talk..let me know. alright jay”, dick reassure him.

he knows dick means well. “I know…”, jason whispers out into the night.

with a firm nod, dick was off ready to head back downstairs to the batcave. time to patrol. while jason stayed there at the manor.

just as dick left him to stare at the cemetery. gravestones popping up, mocking him over and over. the cigarette in between his two finger reach up to his lips only to halt. god, he really need to stop smoking for real. deciding to call it a night, jason threw the cigarette down by his feet before stomping on it with the top of his shoe. giving it a little crush the cigarette dies out with a little flatten body.

jason bent down his upper body to pick up the dead cigarette. he placed it in the palm of his hand now walking away from the doorway. walking over to the kitchen he spots one of the very trash bins, using the same foot he stepped on the paddle. as the top opened, the smell of rotten food and drinks jason dumped the cigarette inside with a little ‘plop’ heard. lifting his foot up, the lid falls back slowly. he placed his hands on his strong hips, jason closed his eyes tilting his head up to the ceiling. it felt like a heavy weight on his shoulder right now. he let out a small breath through his mouth. the sound of the clock in the kitchen ticks.

tick. tick.

he ran a hand through his hair now opening up his eyes, the irises lightly flash a light green. jason walks back to where he once stood moments ago, closing the door only to stop. he looked back up at where the cemetery stands. if he wasn’t here, he would of been there. sometimes he felt he was better off dead.

it was nearly twelve o’clock in the morning already…and jason still hasn’t gone up to go to sleep or even see her. and yet here she laid, waiting for him.

tear stains kissed her skin. they felt tight on her cheeks. she felt…angry? upset? she doesn’t know anymore. everything was too much. she wanted to go home. she had stopped crying for a bit. the emotions and crying and sobbing made her more tired than ever. it was one of those crying moments someone would have.

beside her was their dog, ginger, the german shepherd puppy that was trained to protect her did her job pretty well. not just by protecting her mom but in giving her comfort whenever she needs someone. y/n sniffled heavily, her nose felt clogged with mucus. her hand reaches up to pet ginger by the ears. the soft puppy fur greets her skin kindly. “oh ging”, she whispers watery.

such a sweet girl ginger was. already, the feeling of sleepiness fills her bones. as much as she wanted jason to be by her side, might as well get some more rest. maybe even go to the store…with protection of course she wasn’t stupid. the hand on ginger’s fur stops, lightly laying there. and now, y/n sleeps. with no disturbance to keep her awake. a peaceful yet sad sleep. except, no dream ever enters her at all that night. light snores escapes her along ginger.

heavy footsteps walk extra slow towards the bedroom door, the door knob twists lightly with a squeak. ginger opens her mismatched eyes, her head turns a little to see who was at the door and entering. a non threat. the door opens to present jason. he was greeted with a dark room, the only light giving him the visible view was from the hallway. jason could see a lump on the bed of a familiar figure turned away from jason’s side. along his dog who gave him an side eye before closing her eyes once more. damn, even ginger didn’t want to talk to him.

stepping forward into the dark bedroom of his, he closes the door slowly to make no noise to awaken his wife. jason walks over to the bed where y/n laid, whether she really was asleep or not ran through his head. that was until he stepped to the right to see her face. guilt trails through his veins seeing the same tear streaks on her cheeks. his wife was cuddling with the dog to what seemed to be for comfort and love. one he didn’t give her in that bathroom. damn him.

he made him own wife cry…and he felt like a complete asshole.

jason was hoping to see her and talk to her about what happened earlier but his wife is in need of rest. walking over to the other side of the bed, his side. his large fingers nibble their way to the end of his shirt, he slips it off with a swift move. throwing the shirt on the floor with a small plop. jason sat on the cold bedside of his, the bed slightly dips but not enough to awaken y/n who remained asleep.

his index finger scratched an itch on his forehead, his back turned away from y/n. not even the cigarette could take away the pleasure of being stress-free. running a hand now all over his face in frustration.

jason turns his body to the side to look at y/n, her hair laid messily against the soft pillow cases. he always liked seeing her sleep. she would always say she was an ‘ugly’ sleeper but never to jason. he grinned at the argument him and y/n had about her being the ugly sleeper while he was the peaceful looking one. he really wasn’t especially when nightmares happen.

what feels like an eternity, jason finally lays against the bed. his body turned to y/n. the blanket that once under him lays right on top of him. bringing both him and his wife closer. jason looked at the back of her head in thought, he always cuddled her when he went to bed. and she’ll always melt right in.

he hated when him or y/n went to bed angry, said it wasn’t healthy. expect they both weren’t angry. both have mixed emotions and none of them don’t know what to do. jason lifted up a hand under the blanket, deciding whether or not to even touch her after his actions. he bites his lip still unsure of himself. the hand still up waiting for the next move.

until, his hand finally lands against her warm skin. it soothed down her arm back and forth. she always felt warm to him. jason let go of his lips from his teeth. he moves his whole body closer to y/n’s, wrapping his arm on her waist. near her stomach. her back kissed against the bare ness of his chest. if she was awake, she would of felt the heavy jagged autopsy scar. with y/n in his arm, jason moved his head towards the crook of her neck. he breathed in her scent of lavender oil along some of her nature smell. god he loved that smell. pressing a small kiss on her neck, jason felt his whole body relaxed itself. telling him it’s time to get some sleep already.

“i love you…”, jason lightly whispers into her neck pressing one last kiss in the same spot he kissed before.

his head moves away to rest on the pillowcase, he could feel the cold and the sense of familiarity as times he had slept in his bedroom as a teen. the eyelids shut themselves, blocking his blue eyes. the darkness filling the void. with that, sleep had taken over his mind and body. he too, received a dreamless sleep.

she wasn’t angry.

before jason had awoken from his sleep, y/n had woke up earlier than he did. she sat on the bed, feeling almost zombie like. almost numb. her head was turned towards jason who slept peacefully with one arm under both hers and his pillow. and the other arm laid limply at the spot she once laid. she wasn’t mad at jason, she never could….

she understood his fear and him not being ready to be a dad. but y/n wasn’t ready to bring a child into this world where so much blood is spilled and is filled with hate. no.

y/n gives props to mothers out there. a lot of them just…do it. something she felt like she could never do.

her ringed hand reaches to jason’s arm, the wedding band shining from the sun. she caresses his arm with a soft touch. he always looked peaceful when sleeping. leaning down her upper body, y/n pressed a firm kiss on jason’s forehead. a few hairs tickled her chin.

and with that, y/n gets up from the shared bed to walk over to where alfred had dropped off their belongings. she dug straight in for some fresh pair of leggings, a white tank top, and a bra. she heads in to the bathroom quickly changing the clothes she didn’t get to switch out of last night. and she knows, germs. once y/n was done and now wears the picked clothing, she couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. turning to the side, she looked down at her stomach. a hand slowly reaches up, rubbing at the covered skin. y/n sighed, little images of mini jason’s and y/n’s run through her head.

the corners of her lips quirk up at the image. she would imagine, a little baby girl. with big eyes. long soft eyelashes just like jason’s. raven black hair. and the cutest gummy smile. cute.

a knock on the bathroom door alerts her, y/n jumps at the unexpected sound. her hand moves away from her stomach and to her side. “babe?”, she could hear jason ask through the wooden door.

“come in”, she says loudly enough for him to hear her.

the door knobs opens to reveal jason, looking disheveled with his hair messy and lazily opened eyelids. he was still shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweatpants. he’s tall figure leans against the doorway, his eyes scans her form. “hey…”, he says. jason’s voice was more rough after just waking up. y/n swallowed the gulp her throat, “hi..”

both husband and wife stood in the open bathroom, uncertain of what to even say to each other. the two of them were both as exhausted.

deciding to say something first, y/n spoke. “I don’t know if I would want to keep it or not”, she says with a small whisper. y/n starts to play with her fingernails as a way to avoid looking at jason. and while he looked at her, he could see she was nervous. her words hit him straight in his heart. he continued on being silent to let her continue on her sentences. “if I decide, what I want to do. we can talk more later on. right now I just really want to be sure that I am…”.

jason nodded his head. he thought about the words he wanted to say very carefully. he doesn’t want to hurt his wife’s feelings or make her feel a type of way of the situation. “I don’t want you to do something because of me. that’s your choice”, he states in her response. he pushes himself from the doorway and towards y/n who still hasn’t looked up at him.

his large hands reaches to her waist, firmly grasping it. one hand touches her chin, pushing her head up to look at him. her attention to her fingers long gone. and up she sees, is the handsome face of jason’s. the scars illuminated from the light in the bathroom. his messy hair falls forward covering her forehead. “im sorry i walked away last night. I was just…overwhelmed. I know that’s not an excuse. just please, please don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t wanna do. okay?”, he sounded soft. sweet.

she could feel her eyes water from his kind words. god, he was amazing. y/n bites her lips try to stop herself from crying.

“okay?”, jason asks her rubbing his large thumb on her chin to her cheek. y/n stared at his baby blues before nodding. afraid to trust her own voice. jason pulls her in to his bare chest, whispering a quiet ‘okay’. y/n immediately relaxed in his warmth, she could smell him. he smelt like home.

the pair held each other in each other’s arms. these two know how much they love each other. they understood one another. they know what’s their quirks and such, but that doesn’t mean they are the perfect couple. jason makes mistakes. y/n makes mistakes. and yet, whatever path leads them on, they always have each other. secret or not.

how the fuck you use a pregnancy test?

jason and y/n stared down at the stick laying on the ceramic sink in the manor’s bathroom. an hour ago the both of them went out to go to the pharmacy to pick one up, along a pack of goldfish and apple juice. both, had their arms crossed as they stared with confused looks. a pit in their stomach with nerves. “this is stupid”, jason states bluntly. y/n let out an tsk before grabbing the box the stick came with.

reading the simple instructions on the back, she reads out loud enough for jason to listen. jason rolled his eyes childishly as well grabbing the pregnancy stick in his hands. he uncaps the end inspecting it, “you pee on this right?”.

“seems like it”, y/n respond. her eyebrows pinched with a lip bite as she read the rest of the instructions.

two grown adults, that do not know how to use a simple test…huh. “okay, well, do you want me to stay or?”, jason questioned his wife. y/n slowly turned her head towards jason with a lion of disbelief. “no jason I want you to watch me piss on a stick and see if i have conceived your child- NO! I do not want you to stay in here”, y/n says mockingly before grabbing him by the shoulders. turning his body towards the bathroom door, y/n lightly shoved him away.

she could hear him start chuckling at the sarcasm. once jason was out the door, he made sure to close the door behind him leaving y/n alone in the bathroom. and now the creeping feeling as she turned back towards the cursed stick laying by the sink. letting out a breath, her shoulders droop at the feeling. walking over to the sink, y/n picks up the white stick. instructions were, simple in a way. not like she really done this before. her and jay were always, and I mean ALWAYS, careful. might as get it over with, she quickly walks to the porcelain toilet.

already finished with the test, y/n laid a piece of toilet paper on the counter with the pregnancy test on top. “babe? you can come in now”, she yelled out. without looking up from the test itself she could hear jason come in through the door. jason quickly stands right next to y/n, his large arms crossed as he too stared down at the white stick.

“so…you really peed on a test…”, “yup…”

two lines. means pregnant. and one line…hopefully not.

jason could feel the bundle of nerves forming in his stomach, if he was sitting his foot would definitely be shaking from the anxiety. a couple of minutes, and the results come in quickly. but what felt like forever for it to come. y/n could see a line forming. her stomach felt lifted from the anxiety, slowly becoming relief. about to take a deep breath, y/n’s stomach began to sink…

“oh shit”, she whimpered out. her limbs felt limp. her heart felt like it just dropped to her stomach. the breath she longed to let out only sucked in. jason turned his head fast towards y/n in surprise. he leaned forward towards the test, his eyes slightly widen in shock. he closes his eyes in the disbelief he just saw. both of his hands grip the counter firmly, letting his arms hold him up. y/n’s eyes began to water in the realization.

a little bun, in the oven.

with shaky legs, she gets down on the bathroom floor slowly. her hands shaking as well reached up to clasp against the side of her head. y/n lets out ragged breaths. in a fetal position with sitting up, y/n began to cry..the sound of her whimpers alert jason. he perked up at her vulnerability only for him to quickly rush over to her on the floor. “baby…”, jason cooed now collecting her into his arms. gently, he began to rock her back and forth. something y/n found comfort in whenever she had really bad anxiety or panic attacks. usually she would just sit there, and well she wasn’t. “i know baby…”, he whispered pressing a firm kiss against her head.

as much as he was saying ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ in his head millions of times he could beat the world record for saying the word ‘FUCK’, jason could see how devastated his own wife was. this was more harder on y/n than for him to be honest. he knows it is hard yes, but the idea of y/n either pushing out a chubby ass baby from her privates and going through hell yea…she definitely is going through it now. y/n continued to cry in his arms, her hands rub roughly against the sides of her head. jason’s hand reaches up to grab her hand to stop her rough treatment.

“stop stop stop”, jason consoled y/n holding her hand against his lips. he proceeds to press little kisses on her head. “stop…”, he pleads.

y/n sobs loudly against his chest feeling herself began to somewhat calmed down with his soft kisses. her head lightly shoved it’s way deeper into his touch. “I’m sorry jay..I’m sorry”, she apologizes over and over with watery sobs. jason shakes his head gripping onto her more tightly. “stop, stop baby please. it’s not your fault”, he mumbled.

“like I said…it’s your choice in what you want to do. you don’t have to decide right now…I just want you to be happy baby”, he states with loving and reassuring words. hope she feels somewhat better. maybe not. but what jason could do, was support her. and now time will wait…

a knife twirls swiftly against a white gloved finger, a prick of blood seeps through the fabric. in front of the knife and finger was a picture of y/n and jason from the supermarket they had went to a couple of days ago. it laid out on a huge screen just for himself alone. he stared at that photo for hours, days almost. the same photo one of his men had taken of them. “ooOhhh little birdie~”, the voice of a familiar clown purrs.

the photo alone makes him feel excited, full of joy just wanting to get his hands on his favorite robin’s wife.

the screen switches from the supermarket photo to a single picture, y/n in her own kitchen wearing a nightgown waiting for her own husband to come back home to her. a dog laying on the floor. the photo looked to be taken not far from the house itself.

“oh birdie…ill come and get you, and we’ll give him a little surprise”, he continued on purring. the mischief in his voice. show time is happening very soon for both of the couple. but he will say, he enjoys surprises…

“you need anything else?” “no, thank you”, y/n said hiding underneath the heavy comforter. ginger hops up on the bed beside her, sniffing her mother causing y/n squirm a little from the wet nose of her beloved dog. jason grinned at the sight, it took a good couple of minutes till y/n slowly ‘calmed’ down. she says she is fine but really all she wanted to do was crawl in bed and stay there for the next couple of days.

with y/n now in bed, jason decided to go out on patrol with bruce, damian and dick. and stephanie and tim offering to stay with y/n upstairs. but of course, she still doesn’t know about the chosen guards for her in case. “alright, if you need anything don’t hesitate to call me” he says softly. y/n wiggled in the sheets with the top of her head nodding. “especially for snacks?”, jason chuckled giving his wife a pat on her butt. “even for snacks. I’ll see you in the morning”, he leans down to where her covered head was. pressing a small kiss on the sheet giving one last pat on her butt before walking towards the door.

taking off the comforter from her head, her hair becomes messy and staticky. y/n looks down at ginger who laid on her back looking up at the ceiling, paws up. “looks like you will maybe have a sister..or a brother”, y/n says giving ginger a small head scratch. the soft fur soothing her.

y/n uncomfortably sighs out, she stares back at the ceiling. what the hell is she going to do now?

NOW, in the bat-cave with dick, bruce and damian all suited up. jason stood in the middle wearing his red hood suit. practically forcing himself to go out in case any new leads about joker and his men. “ill admit jay, im quite happy you get to go out with us tonight”, dick says now standing in front of jason. sure, he was really happy to have his younger brother with him tonight. jason rolled his eyes, checking the safety of his gun for any stray bullets. “yea yea “, he says to him stuffing the same gun in his holsters. he wants to just have the night end so he can come back and cuddle up with his wife.

“how’s the missus? haven’t seen her the whole day?”, dick questions jason.

jason didn’t know how to describe on how his wife is doing…so instead he just shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.

both dick and bruce noticed jason’s behavior when it came to his wife. even though dick was nosy, he decided to have another brother talk with him later. and bruce, well, he was unsure what to even say or do. he wanted to talk with his son but seeing how he was right now. not a great time especially with joker was after his own daughter in-law. damian, on the other hand squinted behind his mask as he stared at jason with crossed arms. “let’s go”, jason says stuffing his head in his helmet securing it in place.

he walks past both dick and bruce heading over to an motorcycle jason had in the bat cave. the two of them watched him, wondering what was up with the second eldest that made him more quieter than usual tonight.

A BUN IN THE OVEN YOU SAY?

AW THAT IS JUST PRECIOUS. WHAT NOW?

THAT IS A DOUBLE WIN FOR THE JOKER!

MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T KNOW FOR JASON’S SAKE.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

master-list || CHAPTER 1: i always feel like…

summary: a life as a vigilante and someone who comes from a life full of surviving, pain, and death. everyone deserves to be happy. with jason, he got lucky. for the first time. and with that luck, he keeps it a secret. far from everybody.

pairing/mentions: jason todd x fem!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson

warnings! - nothing but implied sex, paranoia, feeling like being watched.

author’s note: hi my loves! here is an mini series! i kind of wrote this as i was hungover too…hehe. i have so many ideas now so I’ll be updating the up coming works page! if you wanna be tagged let me know. enjoy~

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how do you protect the people you love?

by keeping them as a secret.

well, according to JASON. he was a man, a man who had enough demons and monsters who want him dead. no one expect some people know who he is underneath that red helmet. but none of them know of his true secrets. ones he swore to never tell anybody else, not even his family. as much as he loves them, he just can’t risk losing someone he is madly in love with.

sometimes, it’s a cost. if he told anybody, the more dangerous he is.

a monster he thought he was until he met her. an angel. a bliss from heaven. a kiss of love and trust. his younger self would melt from the sight of her. anyone would.

everyone in his family know of his past flings, the unserious ones. as much he also appreciates his family that want him to have someone, he’s just fine doing so by himself. and all of them just stopped asking him later on.

not far from Gotham, just about an hour away is a quiet and small neighborhood. with trees in every lawn and lighten old streets light, families with a family dog and children. the nice and free parts of the damned city. a life to be finally happy. that neighborhood had a two story house, bought by jason about two years ago. he knew she just had to have it. memories they created over time. he really wants to see her. and where jason was you may ask…back in that very damned city.

jason sat on the bench of the gym in the batcave, sweat pouring from forehead as he wiped it away with a clean white towel. in his hands was his personal phone, he always kept it safe from anybody with a difficult password. sometimes he even forgets it himself.

the text message stared back at him and an attachment of a photo beams at him.

AMERICAN PIE

when you coming back?

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jason lifted up his lips into a small smile, a photo of a huge black dog with it’s eyes closing sleeping onto of someone who wore a white top. he uses his thumb scratching the itch above his scarred eyebrow.

YOU

TONIGHT. DON’T WAIT UP FOR ME PLZ

AMERICAN PIE

why are you typing in all caps?

YOU

sorry. was texting dick a while ago and we had a disagreement.

AMERICAN PIE

…huh. okie. you want anything to eat for dinner?

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his thumb pressed on the photos, his blue eyes analyze the precious pictures that was sent to him. this time the photo consisted of the same dog on it’s back, a goofy look as it stared at the camera. it was pressed up against it’s nose as the dog looked crossed eyed. the other photo was a mirror picture. what looked to be a woman posing with her phone covering her face, the dog sitting in between her legs as they both sat on the floor with makeup scattered around.

YOU

what you have in mind?

jason pressed ‘send’ before going into his camera roll, selecting two photos he previously took when he was working out. when he sent them, a word ‘read’ below that attachments.

AMERICAN PIE

we have some steak? maybe some mashed potatoes for dinner too? and that guava juice you like so much i can make.

dayum you look good handsome

he lets out a chuckle at her switch from suggesting what for dinner to straight compliments and heart emojis.

YOU

sounds good doll. thank you beautiful. I’m gonna get ready. see you soon.

AMERICAN PIE

okie. see you.

sighing, jason shuts his phone completely. it was a long few weeks with his family. a mission that consisted in his help and a few of his brothers and barbara. god, he was tired. as much as he loved gotham and visiting the homeless shelters, he was tired as an old dog.

reaching down next to him was his water bottle he took from the cabinets in the kitchen. uncapping the kid, he drank straight from the cold bottle. a soothing and freezing water runs down his throat and into his stomach. a few gulps he could hear from his ears. as he finished the entire thing, he pulled his water bottle away from him before letting out an ‘ahh’. a small burp heard.

“excuse you”, bruce walks in the gym room in some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “sorry”, he says nonchalantly. jason gets up and on his feet, standing up straight the height difference between son and father was quiet funny. the second oldest was almost taller than batman himself.

the towel wrapped in his hand makes it’s way to jason’s neck. once wet piece of skin now moist from some sweat. bruce sat down on the same bench jason was sitting on. ready to get a head start in some exercise for the night. “you headin out?”, bruce questions him.

and here comes the questions. jason turned his head slightly to his father, giving a curt nod. “yea, ill be leaving in a couple of minutes. got some work to do tonight”, he lies. praying his adoptive dad would just take the false information, instead bruce stared at him blankly. “what’s tonight?”, his father pushes more.

man, his dad was really up his ass about everything. you see, ever since him and bruce ‘sort of’ made up…bruce wants to fix their relationship. jason really loves bruce. but after that whole traumatic past years and the two fighting, it was hard. even though they have times when it feels normal again.

“oh star needs my help with her sister again, maybe needs me to go on her planet for a while”, jason lies straight through his teeth.

bruce looks at jason’s back, scars of torn skin ragged all over.

he knows he’s lying..cause bruce lies like it’s a high paying job. as much as he wants to continue his relationship with his son, he decides to back down. the guilt still sitting in his heart and stomach. bruce slowly nodded. “alright, let me know when you come back”, bruce says now getting up from the bench as it squeaked from the sudden weight lift.

jason nodded, his messy wet hair flopped a little. “will do, see ya bruce”, he excused himself away from the gym. leaving behind his father you gave him a longing look.

‘what secrets you’re hiding?’ bruce wonders.

the sun has gone down faster, jason finally showered and gotten himself ready. once he tied his shoe and shrugged on his black leather jacket on his broad shoulders. a sudden kick to the door opens to dick who has his arms crossed. jason curious as he stared at the golden boy. “hey dick, what’s up”, he greeted the blue clad hero.

“you’re going to see kori?”, dick goes straight to the point.

jason rolls his eyes, grabbing his duffle bag on his bed. it was stuffed to the max as it looked to be suffocating.

“yes dick, she is my friend. and an ex team member”

“don’t forget you kissed her”, dick grumble.

“oh here we go again. she kissed me you dick”, jason annoyingly says to him, duffle bag strap on his shoulder. already walking out the door and into the hallway. dick scoffs lightly, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”.

from the hallway to the white marble stairs, dick tailed behind jason. “no, im just saying. i already told you this, get over it dickie”, jason says continue his walking in a faster pace. he really just wants to leave.

dick stops in his tracks, his arms drop before dramatically going up in the air. “get over it? get over it?! you kidding me? I’ll have you know she is MY ex girlfriend”, he yells out offended by his little brothers words.

impatiently, jason practically runs to the front door where alfred stood waiting for him. in his white clad finger was jason’s motorcycle keys. the old butler raised an eyebrow at the two grown men, before handing jason his keys. “thanks alfie”, jason whispers. a firm nod the older man gave him before walking off to go back into the batcave.

and out the door he was.

his long legs jogged down the stairs, shoes hitting the pebbled floor. the sounds of a fountain springing water. by the stairs was jason’s favorite motorcycle. an 1969 honda cb750.

jay is a sucker for old designed motorcycles. he loves them.

hopping on his motorcycle with no helmet on, come on..he doesn’t. his starts the engine, turning his head to dick who stood on the top of the steps still with an offended expression. “sorry dick, but at least i don’t go hopping to one ex girlfriend to another”, jason says with a teasing smile before zooming off from the manor.

in the distance, he could hear dick yell out “I DO NOT HOP FROM ONE EX GIRLFRIEND TO ANOTHER”.

jason chuckled mischievously, his motorcycle zooms past the gate and down the hill out of the Wayne Manor.

an hour away from the city, jason could feel his shoulders droop from tense of just being there. relief. this part of gotham was peaceful. something he wouldn’t know when he was kid. so used to life of crime and the loud sounds. he feel like he could breathe again.

with his duffel bag strapped on his shoulder tightly, he leaned on his side to turn on a street. there it was. a familiar neighborhood with some lucky people who live there.

beautiful trees greet him as they swished back and forth in the darkness. street lights buzzed with energy. the road was big for a neighborhood. cars were parked with an amazing space capacity.

to his luck, only some of the neighbors were out this late.

some of them waved at jason with such kindness, he in return gave them a wave.

it wasn’t long before he finally reached the house he’s been waiting for so long to be at. slowing down his motorcycle, jason turned a sharp left. now on cement ground. in front of his was the garage.

kicking his foot up to park his motorcycle and turning off the engine, he unswings his leg.

his blue eyes wander around the house, still looking good. the tree in front was old. a few crickets could be heard.

bringing up his heavy scar hand to his hair, fixing it to look more presentable. not before he reaches in his front pocket, grabbing a small circle shape. out from his pocket…is a wedding ring. inside, is words engraved ‘MY HEART IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, YOURS’

jane austen, sense & sensibility

jason slides the wedding bang on his ring finger, feeling the cold metal hit his warmth. he smiled just by looking at it. full of love and promises.

not wasting anymore time, jason walked around his motorcycle and to the front door. the door, a nice polished red brown color two windows on each side. fishing out his keys, he fiddles around finding a familiar key hanging. inserting it inside the keyhole, turning until hearing a click. jason opens the door.

entering the house, the first thing he smells is a warm scent of vanilla and almond. something he loves to smell. and not to forget, the dog smell.

speaking of dog, jason closes the door behind him. making sure to lock it. the sound of nails and paws hitting the wooden floor, rushing excitedly towards him. he takes off his shoes by the side of the door and his duffel bag. jason let’s out a whistle signaling he was here and it was him.

that caused the nails to immediately start running towards him more faster.

jason chuckled, he squats down. knees bent forward with his hand out. and in his sight, is a eight month old black german shepherd. it’s eyes two different colors. one a soft brown color and the other, blue like jason’s.

a pink tongue lolls out, panting heavily as it stared at jason. he smiled at the sight of the very excited puppy. “ hey girl, you missed me?”, he spoke softly.

the puppy whines lowly before trotting over to jason, her snout hits his hand before moving it on top of her head. awaiting for the best head scratches. his hands glide over her soft puppy fur, smooshing her cheeks together before giving a small peck on top of her head. “missed you to girl”, he says getting up from his position.

jason walks over to where the living room is, only to see it was empty with the flat screen TV black. pursing his lips in hoping to see someone. maybe kitchen?

kitchen was empty, he stood by the doorway. eyes searching for a figure to greet him but fails. in between jason’s thick thighs, was the puppy. it stood in the middle, looking up at him with the cutest puppy eyes. jason looked down in question, “where’s ya ma? she upstairs?”. a low whine with ears pinned before leaving his legs. leading him to where the stairs are. stretching his limbs a little, jason reaches the upstairs.

in one of the rooms, was lightened.

the pup sits by the door before scratching at it with a saddened look. jason looked at it with worry. his hand grips the gold knob before turning it. trying to stay quiet only for him to fail as the pup impatiently went inside the master bedroom. from the light, jason could see a small lump on the huge bed. pillows surrounded that lump, it moved once it heard the door open.

until, a head full of hair in a ponytail popped up from the lump.

jason smiled tiredly, “hey baby”. blankets shrug off the lump, showing a woman laying on the bed. she had (h/c), eyes clear of (c/e). and those eyes contained excitement just by looking at him. her body was clad in his pro-club black shirt with some shorts underneath.

“baby! you’re home!”, she greets him now jumping up on the bed running towards him. jason held out his arms as she jumped into him catching her with ease. large hands landing on her ass to steady her, his forearms hooked under her legs.

she wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips. god, he missed this. he could smell that vanilla and almond smell. one from her body lotion she always uses. pulling away from his lips, she leaned back with a beautiful smile. “i missed you baby”, she says.

“and I missed you. has ginger been good?”, he asks shifting her in his arms.

she sighs at him before turning her head to where the pup lays on their shared bed. the pup lays in between it’s paws looking at the couple with guilty eyes. “she tore my heels again”, she grunts at jason.

ah, those heels. jason held in a laugh before rubbing his hand on her bum. “im sure she didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you new ones”, he suggests only for her to turn her head back to him with eyebrows furrowed. “uh no, im buying new ones”, she says now wrapping her legs around his thick waist.

“what? why?” “because I know you jay, you’re going to say that I should buy two when I don’t want to”

jason frowned at her before raising his eyebrows knowledging she was right.

“mm yea you’re right. what I can’t spoil my wife?”, he sends her a teasing smile.

she rolls her eyes before letting her self down back on the ground. “you can. but you’re wife doesn’t want you to. you hungry?”, she asks him pulling down the shirt to cover her appropriately. jason’s tall figure towers over her, he shrugged his huge shoulders. “yea, you cooked?”, he asks his wife.

“not yet, I was waiting for you to come home so we can cook together”, she says looking up at him. her arms wrap themselves around his waist, breathing in his scent. jason nodded, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “alright, let me get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs”, jason says before giving her smack on her ass.

his wife yelps from the tender slap, she playfully shoves him before giggling. heading to the door, she whistles for the pup. “ginger! come girl!”, she yells out before disappearing from frame. the said pup, perks up before running off following the woman.

jason grinned, his large hands on his hips taking in the room. cozy it was..

the walls were a soft beige color, everything was schemes of white, brown and gold. taking off his black leather jacket, jason starts walking to the huge bathroom where the closet was in as well. inside the bathroom, was neatly placed makeup and expensive creams laid out.

he takes off his shirt, the fabric sliding off against his chiseled chest. now in the closet, jason than takes off his jeans. leaving him only in his briefs. his figure passes by a photo laid perfectly onto of the drawers in the middle of the closet. that photo, was on the day him and his wife had gotten married in secret. it wasn’t at the wedding but it was after the ceremony. they were in greece. stating how much his wife loved greek history and mythology, it would be perfect to get wedded there.

the photo had his wife, in a beautiful summer dress with a white orchid flower in her hair. she smiled at the camera with delight as jason in a white button with a few of those buttons down, a gold chain around his neck. instead of looking at the camera, he was looking down at her with the most loving smile. literally giving heart eyes.

he’ll never forget that day. now, he knows he said he doesn’t see himself getting married. jay felt he was too damaged. doesn’t have a lot of luck with love or even being happy. but it changed when he met his wife, y/n l/n.

loving him for his so called flaws. not treating him like he’s so fragile when he isn’t. overall showing him love and that it’s okay to be vulnerable and angry. a bonus on her liking red hood. y/n is a civilian.

her family was involved with the military, and with y/n also finishing college early and working from home as an artist and a small business of making jewelry.

making jewelry helped her anxiety and depression is what she told him. and with the money she gets after, she would donate it to charity. one of the things jason loves about his wife. deep within, she was overall the kindest woman. that’s exactly why he married her in the first place.

carefully, jason steps down the stairs in his plaid pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. he walks in the kitchen to see y/n already setting up the food to cook meanwhile ginger, the cute canine, was busy playing with a lamb chop squeaky toy. hearing him, ginger stops what’s she doing. the sad little lamb toy hanging from her mouth. the pup trots over to jason in excitement, using her back legs to give her support in jumping on him. “hey girl, what you got there?”, he asks lightly grabbing the toy in her mouth.

ginger gives out a playful growl in response as jason started rocking the toy back and forth, her head moving along.

“she insisted on having it the other day, practically begged me”, y/n says with a grin on her face. her hands prepping the food taking out the piece of meats and setting them on the cutting board. jason laughed, he always knew she would spoil ginger the minute he got her.

almost as if y/n knows what jay was thinking, she says “and no, I do not spoil her babe. that’s all you”.

finally, the sad looking lamb toy lays in his hands.

ginger sits on her butt looking at him ready to go and play. jason turned the toy and only to see some of stuffing almost gone. “yeesh, you already torn the poor lamb ging. you have to be more careful or else your mama won’t buy you anymore toys”, he says raising his eyebrows at the pup. with the words ‘won’t buy’, ginger’s big ears droop.

those sweet puppy eyes, jason knew he couldn’t resist them. the same ones that looked up at him when he found ginger in the city as red hood one night. an abandoned puppy. more so something happened to the mother and left ginger to fend for herself. jason bends down once more, his hands that held the toy start to scratch the dog behind it’s ears before whispering “I’ll buy you more later”.

a simple response of ginger giving jason a lick on his cheek. the spoiled puppy.

y/n stopped what she was doing, a hand on her hip as she watched her two loves with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “babe?”, she asks. jason stood up so quick. he turned to his wife to see her looking more smug. “what?”, jason smiles lightly.

“nothing, nothing. can you pre hear the oven for the pies please”, y/n says going back to seasoning the huge pieces of steak. pie?

ah yes, his wife’s famous pies. now, he loves alfred. he’s like a grandpa to him.. but he will have to say and he will never have the old man listen. but his wife’s pies…are too die for. the richness. the sweetness. the glazed top of the crust. jason loves the pies. especially apple pie. who doesn’t like apple pie?

with that mention of the pies, that made jason quirk up. “pie?”, he asks now walking over to his wife not before giving ginger a small head rub. y/n giggled, cute seeing her husband get so excited to have some pie tonight. “yes jay, pie. you’re favorite too”.

mentally jason high fived himself when his wife said she made him his ultimate favorite pie. jason now behind y/n, he wraps his arms around her waist. his chin rested on top of her head, gently he rubbed her. y/n leans back into his warmth as she left the steaks on the board to marinate.

there was many times he had missed this. just being with his wife, and dog.

and in those times, he was in awe of how he could be lucky for once. jason was full of anger. so many hurt. he’s a dangerous man for sure. well not JASON TODD.

but RED HOOD.

when y/n found out his line of work, she didn’t go and run off in fear. why? because there was a night he saved her from getting murdered one night. she wasn’t afraid of him or the demons he always had. he would always give her a reason to hate him or think he’s a monster. but those reasons turned into more reasons to love him.

“what you thinking over there handsome?”, y/n questions him from his sudden silence. jason blinked, he shifts his arms around her waist a little. he hummed in response. his chest rumbled like a purr.

“just, how lucky I am to have you..and this part of my life”, he mutters. as he talked, his chin would rub harshly against her head. it made her itch a little. y/n stopped her moving around on the counter, wiping her hands free from seasoning. her head tilts up to look at jason leaving his chin from having an balance.

her body turns in his big arms. his hands now wrapped around the small of her back. from the slight height difference jason had to lean down his upper body a little to even look at y/n. “lucky? I think I’m more lucky to have you jay”, she whispers tenderly. wrapping her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes. always a sap. jason leans down, both of their lips almost touching. “and how are you the lucky one?”, jason asks. he could feel y/n smile.

“maybe because, im married to someone who is doing the people of Gotham a favor. saving people, beating the system, taking out criminals. you give back to the people…you give them a sense of hope and security no one could give them…”

and as she said those words, jason couldn’t help but feel…disappointed. not with y/n. but with himself. he may help his people. but doesn’t mean everyone else thinks he is the good guy. he’s not a hero for damn sure to most people. but that’s only because, jason is someone who gives people a chance and a reality. and that reality fucking sucks. that’s how he turned out. he shakes his head a little, leaning his forehead against hers. “im not a good person”, he says.

y/n frowned, his words made her sad.

he would always doubt himself, he wouldn’t of done it before but when they had gotten married he opened up a bit more. time. that’s what they had.

her arm moves away from his neck to lift up a finger. running it against the faded ‘j’ scar on his cheek. he closes his eyes leaning just into the small touch. “not everyone gets to decide if they are a good person or not. we let fate and our decisions determine that…and you, I know your a good person. cause if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have saved me that night and let me die”, she spoke softly. her finger moves up to his eyebrow that held another scar. jason opened his eyes, the blue color flashes with some green.

green like the lazarus pit.

a reminder of what brought him back to life. the memory of when he saved y/n, unknowingly that she would be his wife two years later. how crazy life could be.

pressing his lips against hers, the two locked lips. the space between them closing as they embraced one another. with a few pecks in, y/n leaned her forehead forward once again. jason locked eyes with her beautiful (e/c) eyes. “and im glad I did save you. cause then I wouldn’t have you with me”.

y/n grinned a little, she presses her lips against jason’s. a soft smack as it lands. pulling away from him, y/n gives his chest a small rub. “and i wouldn’t. now enough of the sad stuff, I’m hungry”, y/n says playfully turning back to face the counter with the readied steaks. jason silently chuckled, he shakes his head before rubbing his hands together. creating some heat in them. his heated hands fall, quick and hard. jason smacked y/n’s ass creating a rather loud ‘SMACK’.

jumping from the sudden violation, a small ‘aah’ y/n let out as she touched her burning cheek. she bends down in pain before laughing. jason laughed as he watched his wife who took that hit like a ‘champ’. “why?!”, y/n groaned with a laugh. jason shrugged his shoulder a little with a shit eating grin, “eh don’t act like you aren’t used to it babe”. with a wiggle of his eyebrows, y/n grabs a wet napkin near the sink ready to attack him with it.

the kitchen now filled with childish laughter, the husband and wife run around like two kids playing tag. ginger watched with her lamb toy in her mouth. her fluffy head tilted to the side curious as to what they were doing.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

the night was more quiet than ever.

in the master bedroom contained the sleeping couple and a tired pup, and a ruined lamb toy. sounds of soft snores and tv background noise. something jason had on due to him not fully being used to the quiet ambience. from earlier events from dinner and teaching ginger new tricks, both y/n and jason decided to retire for the night. of course not before having some adult fun to themselves. what felt like a sahara desert in the room, y/n awoken.

thick muscular arms wrapped tightly against her bare waist, one hand touching her breast. her ring touches against his warm skin letting y/n know why it was rather hot in the room. jason radiated that warmth. her half opened eyes shift to his side to see the alarm clock. letters bolder in red as they read 2:45 AM. it was still pretty early. usually, jason would be awake doing patrol. she wasn’t complaining though. feeling parched, y/n decided to get some water downstairs. ‘should of convinced jay to get that hundred dollar mini fridge in here’, she thought to herself. her hand carefully unwraps jason’s arms from her body, the sleepy husband of hers groans from the lack of holding someone. to be extra careful to not awaken him, y/n uncovers herself.

shivering, as the Gotham’s cold air hits her. y/n slowly leaves the bed, and as she left. using her tippy toes to create little no sound to not disturb jason, her bare form skids to the where her fluffy grinch robe was.

wrapping the cozy robe on her form she was instantly met with softness and warmth. y/n ties the wrap around her waist making to secure it nicely. she turns her head to see if her husband had awoken only to see he was knocked out like a light. on the floor was ginger who lifted up her head to see where her mom was going.

y/n walks over to door turning the golden knob slowly and steady. and once it opened, y/n was quick to leave the bedroom and out in the hallway. her arms crossed against her chest going down the stairs, eyes not fully opened and tired yawn escapes her. making her way at the bottom of the stairs, y/n looked around the living room.

it was tidy and always clean before going to bed with y/n always complaining it has to be clean or she would procrastinate later on and do it in a month. unbothered by the lack of mess, y/n watched as the winds blow over the trees in front of the house. creating a scary shadow that lighten the living room. and for some reason, y/n felt…uneasy. like a monster was going to come up from behind her and kill her brutally. but only, nothing did. she shrugs off the silly thought before going to the kitchen. on the dish rack was clean cups and plates, grabbing one of the clear mason jar in her hand.

she walks over to the fridge where an water distillery was a part of, pushing it light alooms the fridge and the kitchen. cold water springs out and onto the mason jar. and about five seconds, an already full cup is filled the brim.

pressing her soft lips against the cold glass, y/n took big sips and gulps of the cold temperature water. it ran smooth down her throat and freezing into her body. three a.m. water was just different and better when you wake up in the middle of the night. chugging her drink, y/n swallowed last bits of it before placing it in the sink to be washed later.

using her fluffy sleeve to wipe at the water that dropped down on the side of her lip. y/n stretched her limbs a little. nights like this was simple. drink water, stretch, then head to bed. but tonight, it felt more…scary. after her stretch break, y/n looked around the kitchen and the backyard. blackened curtains hiding any view inside.

it was too quiet. more quiet than a library.

what feels like voices telling her to just go back to bed with jason and sleep till the morning sun comes. but in her gut, she felt like something wasn’t right. eyes glued onto y/n. and never leaving. her breath hitched as she tried to listen to something. just something to let her know she wasn’t overthinking it. almost like the curiosity was stopping her from going back upstairs.

that was until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist instantly.

y/n lets out a scream at the sudden attack. ready to scream out for her husband or to try and wound the person, a sleepy chuckle is heard by her ear. quick to realize who it was, y/n relaxed into the arms and chest she loved so much. “jay”, she whined out annoyed.

jason laughed, feeling mischievous at the successful attempt in scaring his wife. “sorry. why you out of bed?”, he asks her. his voice was rough and tired. he wasn’t there for that long it seems. y/n leaned her head back into the croak of his shoulder. “just thirsty was all”, she says. her hand reaches up to jason. rubbing at the side of his neck with reassurance.

“well you were taking long babe”, jason says bending his neck down to meet hers.

she lets out a giggle before biting her lip. “oh? well it wouldn’t BE taking so long if you just said yes to the mini fridge in our room”, she teases him.

jason rolled his eyes knowing his wife won’t stop pestering him about that damn mini fridge that was a good deal for a pretty good sized shape. tighting his grip on her waist, jason playfully bites her neck causing her to squeal.

wiggling away in his grip jason grinned in the crock of her neck. one of her ticklish spots that jason likes to mess with. “okay okay! im sorry. but we should of gotten it”, y/n admits truthfully. jason lets out a sigh already wanting to head up back to bed where ginger was probably in his spot by now. he gently grabs onto her sleeve, pulling away with him.

“alright I get it, you are right and I’m right. come on lets get some sleep”, he mutters to her. y/n follows jason out of the kitchen and back to the living room. she pauses, standing next to the stairs looking around the clean living room as if she was searching for something. nothing…only there was the shadow of the tree on their porch. jason noticed this.

she was paranoid. but why?

jason stands by the stairs looking at y/n and back to the empty living room. “what’s wrong?”, he asks her. he was worried. paranoid, was something y/n wasn’t like. he was. only time she would when jason was injured or not responding and has been away for days. y/n blinked furiously, shaking her head now bringing her ringed hand up to tuck in her messy hair. “nothing. nothing just making sure”, she says to him. it wasn’t nothing at all.

he slowly nodded his head still not believing her though. tugging on her sleeve to go up the stairs. y/n followed her husband, not before taking a look at the living room once more and back up to her bedroom.

“babe? baabee? babe!”

y/n turned her head in a flash to be faced with jason who was holding up two different tubs of ice cream in his hands. cookies and cream, and chocolate brownie. giving her a raised eyebrow in question, jason walked over to her with worry. “you okay?”, jason asks her placing the two tubs in the grocery cart.

no. she wasn’t.

lying straight to her husband’s face, she nodded her head with a tight lipped smile. “yea, yea just tired I guess”, y/n lies.

and that she lied to him again. jason knows. knowing her too much as much as she did about him. he looks down at her shorter height, unconvinced and waiting for his wife to tell him. something was off. “is it the nightmares again?”, he bluntly asks. y/n widened her eyes with her mouth agape shaking her head before replacing the expression into an offended one. “what? no no! im fine jay. just tired, you know? I haven’t gotten any sleep when you left”, she half lies to him.

already wanting to quick the conversation and end it just at that. y/n grabs the cookies and cream ice cream walking over to the freezer and placing it back.

on her way back to the hunk, jason had his mouth opened more offended than she was. “why you put back the cookies and cream?”.

“uh because that one isn’t good? the chocolate brownie mix has REAL brownie pieces babe” “and so does the cookies and cream!”

y/n giggled at the silly childish argument. glad the serious talk was over. she kisses jason the cheek before scrolling away with the cart with jason on her tail. “wha- babe don’t tell me you don’t love cookies and cream! the cookie parts are the best parts! stop walking woman!”, jay tries to reason with her only to be ignored.

exiting the large grocery store, jason pushed the full cart of food and necessities as y/n walked beside him hopping in her boots as she held up a long white receipt. “woah! see that babe? eighty seven dollars worth of groceries with fifty dollar worth coupons, we scammed the government”, y/n says proudly shaking the receipt in the air. jason laughed at her pushing the cart. “scamming the government by having coupons and saving money? oohhh babe you’re dangerous. someone put a wanted sign for this woman”, he teases her only to receive an small shove.

“I cracked the system babe” “oh I’m sure you did”

“well I think we did an amazing job. you know we can always save up more coupons and buy stuff for the woman’s homeless shelter? anna from next door said she would be on board with that”, y/n tells jason giving him a note to go to the homeless shelter in Gotham in a few weeks and give them some supplies. jason hummed in agreement stopping the cart as they reached the car. “want me to do the loading or you do it?” “I’ll do it, just check the back please”

her figure hops to the right of the car opening the back seat door only to be faced with a teddy bear with a red hood t-shirt on strapped in his seat. y/n smiled remembering when jay got her the cute bear as a Valentine’s Day gift. she shuts the door before moving on the passenger seat. empty. “clear!”, she yells out.

jason opens the trunk door, lifting it up he was met with a note.

a note? why the fuck is there a note in his car? it was folded into two. blank on each side. now the creeping feeling up on his spine and in his throat, anxiety pitted in his stomach. he grabs it, and as he did he opens it…

only to see a random doodle recognizing y/n’s handwriting. the drawing was of jason as a stick figure with his signature red hood helmet on with a smile and y/n and ginger drawn in a funny way. ginger had the little lamb toy in her mouth. he snorted before shoving it in his pocket. now loading up the car with the groceries.

once jason had finished loading the groceries, he grabbed the end of the cart scrolling away to put it away. y/n walks over to the passenger seat door, as she opened it she slid right in. buckling herself up she shuffled in her seat to get more comfortable as she waited for jason. a force habit she did, y/n looked up at the view mirror. her hand moved it to face her, fixing her makeup.

a pinkie slide against her glossed lips, wiping away at the corners. rubbing her lips together to smear more of the product. y/n moved the mirror back to it’s original place. and when she did, a man in a car with sunglasses and his hoodie up stares right at her.

y/n froze.

staring back at the man through the mirror, she could see he was parked right behind them. the man had stains on his hoodie, they were dark and moist looking. his hands were bloodied. eyes were bloodshot. beard unshaven and uneven. what terrified y/n more, the clown mask laying on his dashboard.

clown…clown…

he didn’t blink. all he did was stare. just staring. so deep into her eyes and into her soul.

her fingers grip onto the arm rest. the staring contest between them two was intense. it was almost like he was there, for her.

the drivers door opens fo reveal jason who ruffled his hair messily. “ehh do we still have any hair dye babe? …babe?”, jason looked at y/n. he watched as she stared not at him but at the mirror facing the back.

“jay…that guy is staring…”, she whispers.

jason shoots up but not enough to alert the watching man, slowly he sits in his seat leaning back. he turns his head to the rear view mirror, trying to get an angle of who was staring at his wife so creepily. not seeing anything, y/n made a call to let him know where. “the car right behind us…”, she says.

but before jason could take a proper view of the said man, y/n watched from mirror as the man moved quickly and drove off.

y/n groaned disappointed. jason looked at her as she fell in his seat relaxed now and not so tense. “he’s gone…”.

ready to comfort her, she continued. “he was right there jay, he just stared at him like a fucking creep”. jason reached over letting his hand rest on her cheek rubbing slowly to comfort her.

“what’s his description”, he states. his tone was serious and cautious. knowing tonight he was going to lock his doors, put on the security system on and get a gun out in case. y/n sighed, taking a minute.

she felt like somebody’s watching her.

“I- he, can I just tell you when we get home? I just want to go…”, she whispers. the hand on her cheek slides to her hands, jason gave her a firm grip before nodding. “yea, of course…I’ll just tell Samuel to keep watch of any passes by the gate”, jason consoles her. y/n breathed out heavily nodding in agreement.

jason let go of y/n to turn on the engine, having the radio play a familiar song y/n has grown to love dear to her heart. and a song jason would say he thinks of his wife when he hears this..

“The day the music died

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but~”

“perfect timing”, y/n muttered under breath sarcastically. jason grinned a little in agreement. normally y/n would start singing along, but after being stared at by a dude who has a clown mask in his car was something she was more shaken up by. her intuition knew she was being watched. something she always, always trusts.

but how DO you really keep someone safe?

you don’t, not when different pair of eyes are on you. but not just on you, but those you love when you leave every few weeks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: hi loves! so I rewatch black widow and this song has been stuck in my head for a while so why not. and I do have some sad intentions with this song by the way so be prepared! im sorry i wasn’t as active yesterday! i was hungover and threw up 💀 but since i saw one of my loves say they would love a secret wife!reader might as well write this! I hope you all enjoy let me know if you would want a second part!

BINX