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

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

master-list || CHAPTER TWO: SWEET AND BLOOD.

summary: it always him. a unhealthy reminder of jason’s nightmares and demons.

pairing: husband!jason todd x wife!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson, jim gordon, damian wayne, ginger the pup.

warnings: ptsd?, traumatic experiences, talks of death, almost panic attacks? a little bit of smut??? y/n gets tackled twice, violence, injuries, almost attempted kidnapping.

previously || next

why is it called a secret, when you can’t be careful?

oh wait..it never was a SECRET.

“what..”

was all jason todd could say. not RED HOOD. not the man who killed criminals and terrorized any crime boss in Gotham city and left their heads rolling for police to take care of. but JASON. the boy who was left to fend for himself and starving until he met bruce wayne. same scared kid who was murdered by a clown. a clown who wore caked on face paint, green hair, laughed like his life depended on it. one who murdered so many lives. he didn’t take Jason’s life…he used it…and than torn it. all because, he was robin and because he was the son of his number one enemy.

memories of that torturing hours, of just being there with him.

he could hear him laughing, laughing so much like he was so goddamn funny to brutally beat a kid. jason could feel his hands on him. he could feel, EVERYTHING.

the crowbar, he could feel the metal beating him senselessly. from to his face to his toes. the ache and the throbbing. than to the numbness. it was like when you get sick, the chills and the fever and the feeling of not being able to get up mixed with getting stomped on by a giant over and over was what it felt like. it never stopped. the pain.

but that doesn’t compare when he had his finger nails pulled off. limbs broken. hanging by a thread. the cuts that fuckin’ clown would give him. but the most memorable besides the crowbar was HIM… carving a J on the side of his cheek. it was slow. painfully agonizing. he could hear his own screams begging to stop. he remembered he would always purposefully go slow and dig deeper into his bleeding skin. something the lazarus pit couldn’t fully heal, not even his autopsy marks on his chest.

he was littered, of death. and he cheated death, without him even letting it happen. you could say that the lady death let it slide…for now.

“jay?”, he hears his wife, oh his wife…the love of his life.

y/n sat down in front of jason who stared blankly ahead of her. his gaze was into space. gone he was. unresponsive. she was used to seeing her husband like this after he has his nightmares or panic attacks. a lot of times she would see if he wanted to have her console him, if not she wouldn’t touch him unless he gave her consent. she was patient. and that’s all jason asks.

“baby…you need me?”, y/n whispers to him but still not daring to touch him. she could hear his breathing hitch, it looked like he wasn’t breathing at all. “jason”, y/n calmly called out his name.

that caused him to blink a little before robotically looking down at her in between his legs. y/n held a worried look, worried he was going to have an episode. “jay? how can I help? mhm? do you want to list off some things?”, she questions him slow. jason blinked, shaking his head. y/n muttered a small ‘okay’ before placing herself fully on their carpet floor.

“okay…can i touch you?”, y/n asks him with her hands on her lap.

he stared down at his wife, all he sees..is her. jason nodded, his hair flopped as he did. y/n nodded with a frown. her hand reaches up with a pace of calmness, both the husband and wife’s hand clasped together. her thumb rubs against the scar on his knuckles.

“jay…I need you to breathe with me..okay? I need you to take deep breathes”, y/n reminded him. something jason tends to forget when he feels like something is going to cause him to have a panic attack or when an nightmares occurs. he inhaled from his nose before exhaling quietly, he does that a few times as y/n watched to make sure he wasn’t overdoing it. “there ya go…”, she cheers on.

jason closed his eyes, feeling a sense of relief. reminding himself he wasn’t there anymore and he was safe with his wife. “I know baby..I know. do you want to go and lie down? glass of water”, y/n began to ask him. ready to go and get some water anyway for him, jason grabbed her hand. her ringed hand. the gold wedding ring stared back at him. his calloused thumb runs over the band.

pressing a firm kiss on the ring he put on her himself. jason finally spoke to her “im fine..thank you babe”, he whispers under his breath.

worried still, y/n nodded her head as she reaches up and rubs jason’s knee that was shaking violently. he takes deep breathes to calm himself and allow his wife’s presence as well. his jet black hair tossles forward, in the sunlight, a few white streaks glides. the hair dye finally fading away.

y/n always remember when jay needed some help in dying his hair, said it was better than a constant reminder of his fate before. she did always like the white streak in his hair though. like a cute skunk. she looked at his hair before reaching up gently tugging on the growing whites. “you’re right.. we do need to dye it”, she whispers.

on jason’s face was a growing smile until it dropped remembering what y/n had previously told him. his frown deepened, “it’s my fault…I should’ve been more careful..I fucked up”, he says. hearing the fear and the blame coming from jason made y/n look up into his eyes. her eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head more.

“it is NOT you’re fault jason. none of it was your fault..you-”, cupping jason’s scarred cheeks into her warm hands. the cold wedding ring touching his skin. “protect me so well my love..you keep me safe. you never fuck up. you are the best husband I could ask for, no matter how many times you doubt yourself. know you done this for us. you are the greatest man I know..”, her words of truth and love made JASON TODD cry. tears fall drooping down his cheeks. one, two, three, four and five tears as more keeps on coming.

jason bites his lips as they wobbled. he lets out a choked sob before wrapping his hands around his wife’s. y/n’s eyes softened at the sight. “oh jay”, she coos at him.

her thumb wipes away his falling tears letting her husband cry.

everyone is allowed to be vulnerable. just because you’re vulnerable doesn’t make you weak. you have so much pain yet you still carry it, letting that pain go will set you free. be angry. be sad. whatever you’re emotion you feel, turn it into something greater.

those are what y/n told jason. on the night he revealed to her that his true identity and his story. he didn’t cry, that night. he just stared at the city. scared but accepting if she was scared and wouldn’t want to see him again. yet she never did. she stayed. and when she told him those words, god did he grew to love her more and more.

“why did you marry me?”, jason asks y/n from behind her. laying inside the porcelain bathtub was the two couple, naked and covered in foamy bubbles. the room smelled of warm cocoa butter and brown sugar, a hint of lavender essential oil. the only light in the large bathroom was red and white thick candles. the large man’s figure was behind y/n’s, he was pressed up against the cold porcelain.

playing with the foam and blowing into them creating the smallest tiniest of bubbles, y/n turned her head to look at jason with a curious look. “what? what kind of question is that?”, she asks him. her full attention to him.

he shifts, moving y/n along on his lap. “i just..want to hear it again. please?”, jay asks. she looks down at his wet chest before looking up at him. from her back being turned away, she quickly moves over chest to chest.

and as their chests touch each other..y/n wraps her wet arms around his thick neck. “the reason why I married you. is because I could have of chosen to be married to someone else. somebody who wouldn’t love me, as much as you do. you love me. but not as much as I love you. that night you saved me, I knew. and when you told me who you truly are. I knew. I love you and all you’re days and nights. red hood, robin, jason todd…all of you is what I love. marrying you, is my gift till the day I die…”

the words, so beautiful. jason stared at her with devotion, his heart beats every second. his eyes turned into hearts eyes the minute she spoke. “god I love you”, he whispers looking down at her lips.

his thumb runs along the plush skin. his right hand goes down to her hip and the other hand on her back. pushing her forward onto him, bringing each other closer and closer. their lips clasp each other.

y/n turns her head slightly to the left, taking in jason’s lips deeper. her hand grips the hair on the back of his head. she slightly tugs causing jason to groan. the room becomes more heated and intense. pulling away from her jason moves his face onto her neck. he plants soft kisses and as he touches the spot y/n likes, he pulls her skin in and sucks. “jay..”, she moans. the hand on y/n’s hip rocks her back and forth. the room is now filled of moans and groans.

a soft sad whine is heard by door, a little black wiggling nose peeks right out from under the door. tiny claws scratching against the wood. both jason and y/n stop their actions before slowly turning to the door. a giggle comes out from y/n’s mouth from watching the poor alone pup on the other side of the door. “oh ging..”, she mumbled.

another whimper in response from ginger, begging to be let in with her parents. y/n giggled once more about to let herself up until jason goes back to nibbling on her neck. “jayyy”, she drags out.

continuing on his action of giving his partner pleasure, jason lifts up y/n in his hands before harshly slamming her on his lap. y/n shouts, feeling fullness before looking down at jason with widened eyes. “jason!”, she yelled. he pulls away from her neck to look up at her. an innocent look with a small grin before saying “what? im not getting cockblocked babe”.

rolling her (e/c) eyes at him slapping his chest. it wasn’t till jason rocks her back and forth once again that y/n stopped complaining. her eyes shut letting her husband do the work.

dried off, y/n runs a brush against her dampened hair. the smell of her shampoo and conditioner lingers in her roots and ends. in her view from behind is jason, still shirtless except for a pair of grey sweats cling to his hips. he always looked good in them. his large figure comes up from behind y/n before playfully flexing.

y/n laughed, “looking good babe…”.

from the mirror in front of them jason sends her a cheeky wink. “damn right I do”, he says back. looking down at the floor was ginger who happily sits on her butt with her tongue lolled out. “do I look good ginger?”, jason now asks the pup. the german shepherd barks in response cause the two to laugh.

y/n turns her head to where jason stood, his neck was littered of hickeys from their bath. she smiled before biting her lip to hide it. back to hair, y/n grabs a small bottle of oil now smothering it in her hands before running them against her hair.

amongst to her once she does her routine, jason watched her. it was satisfying to watch in his opinion. just now she takes care of her and now she does it, was nice. breaking the comfortable silence, was a phone ringing. y/n stopped herself, making eye contact with Jason from the mirror.

tension sprung. it wasn’t his personal phone but one he uses for work. jason drops his shoulders, he wasn’t leaving again. not when he just got back..it wasn’t fun to hear that familiar ring. he decided to just let it go on. and what felt like an eternity, it stopped. y/n knew it her stomach, it must be important enough for jason to be called. even though she just got him back. in defeat, y/n sighed. causing jason to shake his head in protest. “no..no I’m not gonna get that”, he argues.

“yes yes you do. jason it’s important” “not as important as you”

closing her eyes as jason argued, deep down he knows she is right. but she was more important than anybody else. this is his WIFE.

“jason…” “im not leaving. I don’t care. not after what happened today, fuck no im not leaving you alone”, he pushes on. his large hands turn y/n around to face him by the waist. y/n still under the influence for him to go. her face read of conflict. “y/n..look at me”, jason whispers to her. from looking at the floor to her husband. it was clear of his decision. his dark blue eyes looks into hers, y/n sighs once more. “im staying. okay?”, he asks her.

she was never the type to stop jason from helping others. neither was he. finally accepting his decision, y/n nods her head. quickly moving to go over and hug his large body. pressing his lips onto the top of her damp head. “come on, ill start dinner”, jason offers dragging her towel clung form.

guess jason will know what his family wanted him for tonight..

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

DICK curses under his breath annoyed and worried, his phone gripped tightly in his latex hand. the phone goes straight to voicemail making him whisper ‘shit’. he turns around to face bruce as batman who talked to JIM GORDON. “come on jay pick up..”, he prays to himself still attempting to call his younger brother who was absent as of right now.

only for him to sigh in disappointment. “YOU’RE CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL-“. dick pressed the end button before shoving his phone in a hidden pocket on his suit. his legs carry him over to bruce, looking more worried. bruce sees dick as he approaches him. “nightwing…anything?”, the batman asks in an deep voice. in a simple nod, jim sighs before looking up at the vandalized building.

“guessing he isn’t in Gotham right now. red hood leaving means more crime, no offense”, jim nods to Batman taking a smoke out of his cigarette.

batman stared at the commissioner blankly till turning to nightwing who looked at the building as well. “where could he be?”, dick asks under his breath. the building gave him the chills. mocking everybody but more so at both the two men. bruce turned his head away. where was his son? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know anything. apparently a enemy does. “robin”, bruce calls out to the youngest one in the crime scene.

ROBIN, DAMIAN WAYNE, stands up tall and proud looking at the crime scene before him. he was disgusted on what was in his sight. the young boy walks over to batman with his katana by his side. “batman..”, damian says back to him.

“find red hood, he needs to know about this tonight..” bruce says. robin gives him a ‘tch’ scoffing at the idea of finding his incompetent brother who happened to leave two days ago. “wouldn’t be hard to find him anyways…commissioner gordon, nightwing” damian bids his goodbye before shooting an grappling hook to an building.

leaving three of the men looking up at the painted and bloodied building.

and on that specific building was a woman…all the once white sheets of paper had a large zoomed photo of either a cheek, an eye, a whole full. all the pictures glued together, like a puzzle it was. this woman had (h/c), (e/c), and had a smile so happy. but what made it more sickening was a familiar painted carved in smile of crimson red.

covering her (e/c) eyes was an ‘X’ mark on each eye.

all around the woman’s picture was big green and black colored ‘HA HA HA’s and just by looking at it was overwhelming for dick and bruce. he never stops. and just below the picture was bloodied words saying :

WHY KEEP MISS AMERICAN PIE A SECRET?

WHEN SHE DESERVES A LITTLE GREETING FROM ME? FLY HIGH BABY BIRD. WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN BIG RED.

a white card of a joker, placed purposefully at the end.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

it was another quiet night.

too quiet. almost haunting and cruel.

it was mocking her. taunting her. laughing at HER.

ONCE again, in their shared bed. lays both y/n and jason on their respective sides, sleeping peacefully alongside ginger on her dog bed. the tv plays in the background of a random show jason had picked on netflix. with jason’s firm grip in cuddling his wife, y/n slowly opened her eyes. her throat felt dry. just like yesterday night. she cranes her neck over to her husbands side, lifting up to see his alarm clock.

it was 3:00 A.M.

mentally cursing for jason not buying that damn mini fridge, y/n pries his thick arms away from her waist. from her movement, jason groans loudly before turning away on the other side. not caring, y/n yawns scratching her head now getting up from the plush bed. ginger, lifts up and watches her mother lazily walk over to the door. what y/n didn’t see was ginger stands up, alerted. a low growl in warning before whining loudly. but not loud enough for jason to wake up.

it was cold tonight. to the hall and down the stairs, y/n rub her eyes with her index finger. smashing away the eye boogers.

slowly stopping at the end of the wooden stairs, y/n is faced with the emptied living room. the shadow of the trees were still this time, causing y/n to shiver. she crosses her bare arms rubbing up and down on them for heat. her feet pick her up to the kitchen, doing the same routine she had done previously.

picking up a mason jar glass from the dish washing rack, placing it under the water distillery from the fridge and wait for the glass to be nearly full. bringing the cold glass to her lips, y/n drank and chugged the rest of the water. her throat now quenched. setting down the emptied glass, y/n places it in the sink quickly wiping away water droplets from the corners of her mouth.

looking around the kitchen, it was quiet. one that made y/n scared. remembering that jason is upstairs and is there to keep her safe along with ginger. and healthy reminder, that jason had set the security system in the house and told their ‘gate’ security man to keep an eye out tonight. ‘I’m just being paranoid. definitely not going to that grocery store anymore.’

about to head back upstairs, y/n glanced at the counter before looking away. only to stop.

her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, knowing that her and Jason had cleaned up before heading to bed. so why the fuck is a poker card laying on the counter? walking slowly to where the card laid, y/n stares at it. doesn’t pick it up or even touch it. from early events and remembering that what jason said…how you could tell it was also him, was by a poker card with a joker.

not wanting to know what was imprinted on that card, y/n backs away slowly. ready to break for it upstairs and wake up her husband.

and that’s what she does..

her legs speed past the opening of the kitchen and into the living room. hands were quick to grab the railing of the stairs only for a pair of hands to grab her by the stomach. y/n lets out a gasp, “JAS-“. cut off mid screaming, a hand lands on her mouth. muffling her screams of fear.

“i got her, get the van ready”, a gruffly man voice says. with her hand on the railing, gripped so tight she made sure to hold on to stop the man from taking her. his hands pull on her, struggling to take her away. he grunts angrily at the stubborn woman. “fucking stop”, he grits his teeth in her ear.

unable to pull him off and to scream out for the man upstairs, y/n turns her hand into a fist before slamming it on the wooden railing. her hand throbbed from the harsh banging. a loud bark from upstairs alerts the commotion happening. “fuck! enough you fucking bitch”, the man kicks y/n on her back.

pain spreads all over her back making her hunch over. but that didn’t stop her from grabbing on the railing.

y/n, smart she is, she lets go of the railing to unexpectedly kick the wood cause both her and the man to fall over. the kidnapper grunts in pain as he lays there with y/n. her elbow hits the man square in the face feeling a smush of skin and bone. a loud crunch was heard. the impact made the man scream of more enough pain. he lets go of y/n to cradle his nose. giving her the opportunity to run. “JASON!”, she screamed out for him.

from upstairs a loud noise of glass and punches being thrown was heard by y/n. coming down from the stairs now was ginger.

the dog growls of smelling intruders, the four legged pup runs over to the man who was still clutching his nose. ginger’s teeth sinks deep into his arm, growling with the shake of her head. “get the fuck off me!”, the intrude yells out trying to hit ginger. y/n immediately runs over to stop the man from hurting her baby by stomping straight on his crotch. her foot slams harder each time on his crotch effecting more of his mobility. loud footsteps from the kitchen and into the living room just behind her, rumbling and shaking the floorboards. those footsteps hands slam right into y/n’s side. tackling her like a football player.

her head slams harshly against the floor, a pained whimper escapes her mouth.

a sudden weight sits on her stomach rather comfortably. two hands rest themselves on her neck squeezing enough for her windpipe to close. y/n eyes widened, her hands rest against the person’s hands trying to pry them off of her. she chokes, gasping for air. her nails dug into the arms to create some kind of pain. her eyes shift up to who was choking her to see a man figure in a gross white tank top wearing a clown mask, the same one from earlier.

her breathing starts to quicken realizing who this was above her. it was that creepy guy who was watching her when the two of them went grocery shopping. ginger hears the sounds of choking, her attention turning to her mother being suffocated by a man in a mask. canine teeth lets go of the man that was withering on the floor, her throat grumbles into a growl.

y/n’s vision starts to blur, her strength leaves her bones. a loud bark from her left is heard till the sudden weight is gone along with the hands around her throat. the woman gasps for air loudly turning into coughing fits. just as her vision begins to fix itself y/n could hear screams from her right with gingers growling.

“y/n!”, jason’s voice yells out from upstairs. his booming bare footsteps stomp down the stairs. “y/n!”, he once again yells out. gun in his hand and blood on his chest illuminating his autopsy scar.

before going to his wife jason sees a man in a clown mask gripping his crotch in pain. craning his gun, jason pulls the trigger at him. a loud bang makes y/n jump with a scream. a dead man laid on the floor. jason breathes in, his attention now onto y/n who’s hand cradled her sore throat. “y/n”, he says with a sigh of relief. he runs over to his wife gently picking her figure up into his lap as he sat down. “baby…are you okay? are you okay?”, jason anxiously asks her looking all over her body for bruises or any wounds. with ginger, still angrily chewing on the masked man’s arm, jason looks up at where his pup was. a sharp whistle till ginger lets go turning to jason.

soft puppy eyes trot over to the two with a saddened whine in seeing her mother hurt. ginger lays next to the y/n’s side, a whimper escapes once more before sniffing y/n. a pink tongue gently licks against her cheek. “im fine ginger”, she says voice now hoarsely. jason looks down at y/n than back to the dude in a shitty clown mask. about to get up and hit the man into unconsciousness.

the end of a katana hits the man in the side of his head. knocking him out straight and cold. and in jason’s sight, is his little brother in his robin costume. damian.

damian, slides his katana back into his case gracefully. his face in a scowl when he looked down at the masked man. “damian?”, the young boy looks up at his older brother with an unamused look. “todd”, he greets him walking around the unconscious man. ginger and y/n both looked at the younger boy who looked more and more unimpressed as he looked around the living room. “what the fuck are you doing here?”, jason angrily asks.

stopping in his tracks, damian looked at jason than at y/n. a small ‘tch’ from him. “father requested for me to come find you. so I have. and come to find that you were attacked by joker’s men, I came to your rescue”.

“my rescue? im doing just fine damian”, jason points behind him at the dead man with his gun. “well ill have you know todd, all of us know of you’re bride. no use to keeping everything a secret”, damian unconcerned stands right in front of the couple. his smaller frame looks down at y/n who was still coughing as she laid on jason’s lap.

“y/n l/n. nice to finally meet you sister in-law ..”, damian coldly says to y/n. behind his mask he glares down at her form.

if you can’t keep a secret hidden, why even try?

they’ll always know.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! thank you all for loving last chapter! hehe! big smooches for y’all! here is part two! for part three I’ll be making it longer so if I haven’t really been posting that’s why! but I hope you enjoyed this chapter! if you want to be on the tag list let me know!

BINX

vii. what's up danger?

SYNOPSIS: "Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Y/N Kyle. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, And I've been the one and only Spidey in Gotham. I’m pretty sure you know the rest." PAIRING: Older! Damian Wayne/Fem! Reader TAGS: Established relationship, Wounds, Violence, Surgical procedures, Panic Attacks, Mentions of overdosing, Pills, Non-sexual intimacy, Mentions of death AO3: yenwayne SERIES LINK: gotham's only spidey

<- PREVIOUS | NEXT ->

 ༻⊰───⋅

The blood drained from Damian’s face, leaving him ashen and hollow. The horrifying truth sank in—you thought he was going to kill you. And he had nearly done it.

“No... no, no, no...” The words tumbled from Damian in a panicked whisper.

He dropped to his knees beside you, reaching out with trembling hands, but hesitating, afraid to touch you and cause more harm.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, guilt choking his voice. His fingers hovered near your skin, close enough to feel your warmth but hesitant to make contact.

“My sweet girl, you’re safe with me.”

 ༻⊰───⋅

DANGER. 

Instinct screamed louder than thought, flooding your veins with raw, primal fear—a visceral, choking terror that clawed at your chest.

Panic clawed its way up your spine, gripping your heart in a vice, as if every nerve in your body had been doused in ice. The sound that followed, the sickening lurch in your stomach, and suddenly, you couldn’t breathe— 

The blade pressed closer, its cold edge grazing your skin. White slits, the only features visible on Robin’s shadowed face, stared down at you from behind the blur of your vision. The edge of a rain-soaked cape trailed down, droplets mingling with the blood pooling on the floor. 

You couldn’t breathe. You were staring up at your own death, and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Don’t—” 

With a breath that felt like a desperate gasp for air, you crawled away from the blade, pleading for your life in ragged, broken whispers. 

Each inch you moved felt like wading through water, the crushing weight of fear dragging you down. Your helmet had long since uncloaked, and the remnants of your damaged suit clung to you, cracked and broken. Some pieces of the shattered armor lay scattered around. 

That white gaze slithered over the spider emblem on your chest piece, coiled around it, heavy with unspoken realization, before slowly unwinding to meet yours.

“Habibti?” 

For a moment, everything seemed to stop.

“It was you?” Damian’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with horror and disbelief. 

But then his expression shifted, confusion and hurt twisting into something darker. His brows furrowed, and his mouth set into a hard line.

"Why did you hide this from me?" Damian growled, voice rough as if dragged over gravel. His teeth ground together with a harsh, grating sound. As he advanced toward you, his hands shook, the katana gripped tightly in his trembling fingers. His knuckles were white with the strain.

“Why didn’t you trust me?!”  

Your head spun, confusion and fear intertwining—what was he talking about? You couldn’t—didn’t—understand. 

Damian’s boot came down on your chest with a bone-jarring thud, the impact forcing a violent flinch from you. Your torso buckled under the pressure.

“Stop—” you croaked, your fingers digging desperately into the worn leather and scuffed rubber of his shoes.  “What—what’s this about? I—I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but don’t—don’t you dare lay a hand on me!”

Damian hesitated for a fraction of a second, but his anger remained tightly coiled, ready to snap.

With a choked, anguished apology, you summoned your strength and swung at him. The punch landed solidly on his jaw, causing Damian to stumble back in shock. 

Seizing the moment, you scrambled away, but he surged forward with a swift, diagonal slash. The katana sliced through the air with a high-pitched whistle, narrowly missing your shoulder as you ducked and recoiled.

“Ngh!” you grunted as you hit the ground hard on your chest. Turning quickly, you saw Damian drawing his sword up. You paled and curled into yourself.

DANGER. 

Heaving, Damian held the sword up, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Anger consumed him, his entire being trembling with the force of it. But amid the storm of rage, flashes of clarity began to pierce through the haze. He saw the fear in your eyes, the way you shrank away from him.

The katana slipped from his grip and clattered to the floor with a cold, final sound.

CLANK.

The fury that had burned so fiercely began to crack, replaced by dawning horror. Damian stumbled back, eyes wide, chest heaving. What was he doing?

“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice cracking as he knelt before you, reaching out with trembling hands. But you recoiled, pressing yourself against the floor, the fear too fresh, too consuming.

“Please, don’t,” you gasped, voice shaking. “I’m not—please, just don’t... I’m begging you—”

The blood drained from Damian’s face, leaving him ashen and hollow. The horrifying truth sank in—you thought he was going to kill you. And he had nearly done it.

“No... no, no, no...” The words tumbled from Damian in a panicked whisper.

He dropped to his knees beside you, reaching out with trembling hands, but hesitating, afraid to touch you and cause more harm.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, guilt choking his voice. His fingers hovered near your skin, close enough to feel your warmth but hesitant to make contact.

“My sweet girl, you’re safe with me,” Damian whispered, his voice trembling. He pressed the emergency button on his watch, and an urgent alert blared out, sending a distress signal to the nearest Bat-vigilante.

You wanted to respond, to reach out, to say something. But the panic had you in a vice grip, squeezing your throat and chest, rendering you mute.

“Habibti, you need to breathe,” Damian urged gently.

You shook your head, the motion making the pain flare up again. 

“I—” you choked, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, but it only seemed to make it worse. The fear clawed at your chest, leaving you gasping.

“It hurts,” you whimpered, every breath a battle.

“I know it does, but you have to breathe. Breathe with me.” His tone was calm, grounding you even as you looked up at him through a blur of tears.

Damian’s hands numbed as he started to assess your injuries, pushing down his rising panic to focus on the task at hand. His training took over, and he methodically began an examination. 

He gently tilted your head, inspecting the gash on your brow. Blood smeared across your face, and the cut was deep—likely requiring stitches. He checked your pupils by shining a small flashlight from his utility belt into your eyes to assess for a concussion. Thankfully, none. 

When you shifted and winced in pain, Damian’s attention fell on your leg. He carefully palpated around your ankle, noting the swelling and deformity. 

“Broken,” he murmured.

The tense moment shattered with a metallic clang and the sharp sound of a grappling hook. Damian looked up to see Nightwing’s silhouette framed by the window. Dick’s face turned grim as he took in the scene, his eyes locking onto Damian’s with a look of horror.

“No time for explanations,” Damian said, lifting you from the ground. “We need to get her to the Cave—now.”

“No...” you murmured weakly, your voice barely more than a whisper. Both men turned to you, concern etched deeply into their brows as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your head lolled back, and the darkness around you seemed to thicken, fueled by the poison coursing through your veins. “The Batcave... it’s too far...”

“Then we’ll bring the supplies here,” Damian grit out. He tightened his grip on you, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. “I’m not letting you go. Not now.”

The conversation between Nightwing and Damian became a muted blur. You felt yourself being carefully lowered onto the couch, strong arms guiding you down. A hand threaded into yours with a reassuring grip.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to muster the strength to reach for the comm link in your ear. Your hand trembled as you raised it, fingers just closing around the device when the door burst open. Morgan stumbled in, breathless and disheveled, clutching a bag tightly in her hand.

Your eyes locked onto hers, and she let out a sigh of relief. “Y/N.”

The moment she spoke your name, Damian paused.

The warmth in his eyes slowly hardened, replaced by a chilling coldness. 

In a heartbeat, he was across the room, moving with terrifying speed. He grabbed Morgan and slammed her against the wall with such force that the impact stole the breath from her lungs.

“Damian! Wait—” you winced, trying to lift yourself off the couch, but Dick was quicker, gently but firmly pushing you back down.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damian snarled. The words dripped from his lips like venom as he rammed his forearm against Morgan’s ribs. “You shouldn’t be—”

“Holy shit,” Morgan sputtered, cutting him off with a heave. “Did—Did she just say Damian? You’re Robin?”

Damian’s arm pushed harder, his anger unabated.

“Answer me,” Damian snapped. The white slits in his mask glared at her like twin spots of ice. “You’ll explain what you’re doing here before I ensure you regret ever stepping foot in this place.”

“What the hell, dude?” Morgan shot back, pushing against his arm. “What’s your problem? I’m here trying to help!”

Damian’s grip tightened, suspicion deepening. “Help? How did you even find us?”

Morgan met his gaze without flinching. “I followed the signal from her comm link. I’m not here to mess with you, Batboy. And I sure as hell don’t have time for this bullshit! She’s seconds away from dying from poisoning!”

The word struck Damian like a physical blow. His shoulders stiffened, then faltered slightly, revealing a flicker of genuine panic. “Poison?”

Morgan rolled her eyes, exasperation lacing her voice. “Yes, genius. That’s what I said. Now, unless you want her to die on your watch, you need to get the hell out of my way and let me work.”

Damian staggered back, momentarily off-balance as Morgan forcefully shoved him aside. Without missing a beat, she moved to your side, setting her bag on the floor and beginning to unpack multiple bottles and syringes. 

“Hey,” she said, glancing at you with a frown. “How’s it going so far?”

“Trying not to die,” you croaked. 

“Well, try to hold on a bit longer. I haven't even started saving your ass yet.”

Damian and Dick hovered nearby, their eyes following every movement as Morgan set to work.

Her fingers moved quickly as she wiped down your arm with a sterile antiseptic, the scent of alcohol wafting up your nose.

“This is a batch I made following the journal I found,” Morgan explained. She drew a syringe filled with the antidote, the liquid swirling inside. As she gently pierced the needle into your arm, you felt a brief, sharp sting followed by a wave of coldness spreading from the injection site.

Gradually, the haze of disorientation and the crushing weight of nausea began to lift. The world around you came into sharper focus, and a soothing numbness slowly spread through your limbs.

“Stay with me,” Morgan said, tapping your cheek. “Need some painkillers?”

You nodded weakly, struggling to grasp the sudden clarity returning to you. The pain was still present but had dulled.

“Please,” you said, holding out a hand. “I think... I think the toxin’s affecting my healing.”

Morgan reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of fentanyl, dropping it into your hand. Clutching it tightly, you fumbled with the bottle of pills, your hands trembling. 

Twisting the cap off, you quickly poured a handful of tablets into your mouth. The sharp, bitter taste assaulted your tongue, making you grimace as it spread across the inside of your cheeks.

Both Dick and Damian reacted with strangled shouts.

“Stop!” Damian snapped. He lunged forward, his hands clamping onto your wrists in a desperate, vice-like grip. The pill bottle slipped from your grasp as Damian hurled it away, sending the remaining pills scattering across the floors. “What the hell are you doing?!”

You tried to speak, but the words were lost in a hacking cough that wracked your body. Dick’s face turned ghostly pale as he scrambled to pull some of the pills from your mouth, his hands shaking as he dropped them to the floor.

Morgan, now holding a syringe filled with a second dose, glanced between the two men, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. To her, it seemed as if they had completely lost their minds. 

You and Morgan exchanged looks of disbelief.

“How many did she take?” Dick demanded, his voice trembling as he grabbed the pill bottle and frantically scanned the label. His eyes widened as he read the text, shifting from confusion to horror. “Holy shit! I think I counted ten! That’s way over the safe dose!”

“That’s far from her limit!” Morgan snapped back. “She needs more, not less! The dosage for her is higher.”

Damian’s face flushed an alarming shade of red, his anger boiling over. A rapid stream of Arabic curses burst from him before he switched back to English with a snarl. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Just pumping her full of drugs and hoping for the best?!” 

Damian swatted the syringe Morgan tried to bring closer, snapping, “Your incompetence makes it a miracle she’s still alive!”

“Don’t lecture me, you oversized Boy Scout! She’s not a regular patient. You don’t get the dosage she needs. She’s not like you—” Morgan cut herself off, and shakes her head with a frustrated groan. “Look! Either you help or you get out of my way!”

Damian’s hands twitched at his sides, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the blade strapped to his utility belt. 

Cursing under your breath, you reached out, your hand grasping his wrist. 

“Dames, it’s fine,” you whispered, your fingers resting on his pulse point, feeling the rapid thrum beneath your touch. “Let Morgan do her job.”

“Beloved,” he glowered. “I will not allow this—”

“I’m a meta,” you cut him off.

A meta. You’d never said it out loud before—not like this, not even with Selina or Morgan. The word felt alien, a part of yourself you couldn’t quite embrace or accept, even within your own mind. It was as if naming it made it all too real, too undeniable.

The argument that had just moments ago filled the space with heated voices and frantic movement came to a halt. 

The apologetic look Morgan sent your way stung, intensifying the ache in your chest. She had known, of course—known what you were and had still stuck by your side.

That meant something, didn’t it? That maybe not everyone would see you as a threat. But Morgan wasn’t Batman. She wasn’t the one who held the city’s safety in his hands, who made decisions that could alter lives in the blink of an eye. 

"Fuck," Dick heaved a sigh and began to pace the room, a tense set in his shoulders. Damian’s face twisted into something unreadable as he stared at you. 

Meta. The word bounced around in his head.

Raised in a world of absolutes—right and wrong, justice and vengeance, friend and foe—Damian had little experience with gray areas. 

Metas had always been... complicated. Potential threats, variables that couldn’t be controlled. And now you, the person he cared for most, were one of them.

'What would Father say?' Damian thought as he edged closer, his movements hesitant, as he extended the pill bottle to you. His fingers trembled over the label. The bottle was just a vessel for what you needed, and you took it, swallowing the remaining pills.

As he sank to his knees beside you, his head bowed, his bangs falling over his eyes, he stared at his gloves, now darkened with the blood that had flowed from you.

Batman’s code was clear—protect the city, maintain control, and apprehend threats. If Batman found out—no, when Batman found out—what would Damian do? If Batman decided you were dangerous...

Damian tips his face into your side and sighs.

With the human barrier out of the way, Morgan resumed her work, administering the dose. The sting of the syringe was a distant sensation, barely registering through the fog in your mind.

“So...” Morgan murmured, the words heavy like syrup and lathered with forced lightness as she finished administering the tenth and final dose. “You guys into birds or something?”

You managed a small, tired smile and nudged her shoulder.

Damian lifted his head, meeting Morgan's gaze with a blank, white stare.

“What?" Morgan frowned. “You two show up with bird costumes and expect me not to ask questions? I need to know if this is some sort of family tradition."

The tension in the room began to ease, the atmosphere shifting from the intense panic of moments ago to something almost resembling normalcy—as normal as two vigilantes and one spider person could get.

You took a deep breath and slowly sat up, despite the weariness pulling at your limbs. Damian immediately moved to stop you, but you waved him off with a tired sigh.

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Fast healing.”

Your eyes scanned the wreckage of the room, taking in the damage. The shattered window was a jagged lattice of sharp edges, with fragments scattered across the floor like deadly confetti.

“Mom’s gonna kill me,” you muttered, the weight of it all finally hitting you.

“Let’s focus on getting you back on your feet first,” Morgan said, shrugging. “The window can wait. Plus, I’m pretty sure we can come up with a good excuse. Maybe blame it on a freak bird accident?”

You glanced at the two men in the room. 

“Oh, it’s definitely a bird accident,” you quipped, the double meaning not lost on them.

Morgan rolled her eyes playfully, though her gaze softened with genuine concern. She moved toward a nearby closet, retrieving a broom and dustpan. “I’ll, uh... start cleaning up.”

The room fell into a quiet, contemplative silence. Dick stood there for a long moment, his eyes lost in thought. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with an emotion that was hard to pinpoint, his gaze flicking between you and Damian.

“So...” he began, the word hanging in the air. “What happened?”

Damian seemed to collapse inward, his shoulders curling as guilt bubbled up within him. He grumbled softly, moving to slip off his domino mask. As it came away, vibrant forests met your gaze with smudged black eye paint still clinging to his lids. 

Turning away, you sighed and ruffled your tangled hair, finding the motion oddly comforting. The persistent itching in your ankle and ribs was a constant reminder that your healing factor was still at work, not yet finished mending the damage from your earlier crashes.

"A lot," you replied, biting your lip as you addressed Damian. "Why did you...? I... I thought you were coming after me because of, uh, what I’ve been doing at Ivy's, but... I just don’t understand. Why? Why did you—"

Damian's head whips up, his jade eyes blazing. "What? I—You never told me you were a vigilante."

You blink at him, stupefied. "I did! I told you the night of the dinner!"

Damian’s eyes widen in disbelief. 

“No, you didn’t. You mentioned—” He stumbles over his words. “You only said you were—” His voice trails off as his expression turns grave. His lips press into a thin line, realization washing over him.

“Oh.” The single word is barely audible.

“You—” he stammers, his mouth opening and closing as if he’s trying to find the right words but failing. “I— I can’t believe this.”

Beet-red, he shakes his head vigorously, trying to dislodge the weight of his own mistake. 

“It’s my fault. I misunderstood. I didn’t realize...” As he trails off, his face flushes a deeper shade of red, blotchy patches spreading across his cheeks and forehead. He’s clearly mortified, his eyes cast downward as if he could sink into the floor to escape this. 

“What?” you sputter, completely bewildered.

Damian groans, burying his face into his knees. “I thought you were being hunted down...”

You jump in surprise and let out a soft scoff, placing a soothing hand on the back of his head and gently running your fingers through the scrape of his undercut. “Damian, seriously? You thought I was being hunted by my own... what, my secret identity?”

He nods against the kevlar of his suit, voice muffled and strained. “I thought... you were in danger. I didn’t realize— I didn’t make the connection.”

Dick, watching this whole exchange, finally lets out a huff and nods. “We all thought you were in danger. Guess we jumped the gun a bit. We were convinced you were being targeted by some rogue vigilante. Not exactly our finest hour.”

You turn to Dick with a weak, unintelligible croak. “And what, you didn’t think to double-check?”

“I am aware of how ridiculous we look right now.”

You wince as you lift your fingers to your temple, massaging it gently. Peering down at Damian through your lashes, you glare. “Ugh. You know... you threw me against the floor pretty hard...”

“I did not mean to hurt you,” Damian seethes, mouth dry and throat tight with regret. “But please, help me understand. What’s really going on?”

“You didn’t exactly make it easy to talk about everything when you slammed me into the ground,” you mumble, a hint of petulance creeping into your tone.

You know you’re being petty, but you feel justified. You rub your temple a bit harder, trying to chase away the pain.

His eyes flash with hurt, and you instantly taste bitterness in your mouth.

“I did not intend to be so forceful,” Damian says, his voice strained. “It’s just... with everything happening, I’m scared. I need to know what’s going on, Y/N. Please.”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, you lean forward, pressing your hands together. “Okay, let's go over everything, yeah? ”

You start to remove whatever was left of your armor, letting it clatter to the floor with a dull thud. Rolling up the sleeves of your undershirt, you extend your arms, revealing the small dots on your wrists.

“I got bitten by a radioactive spider,” you begin. “Trained for a while. Months, actually. Been Spidey ever since. Lately, the media’s been calling me Nightcrawler. I’ve been stopping muggings, robberies, saving Morgan—twice, by the way. She saved me after I got shot. Then blackmailed me into letting her be my ‘guy in the chair. Then I infiltrated a shipment tied to Black Mask. Morgan built me this new suit. I got interviewed while lifting a helicopter with one hand, and... yeah, I ended up getting velocity edits on TikTok. Then, we hit up Poison Ivy’s old warehouse tonight, and Damian tried to hunt me down. And... here we are.”

Damian stares at you, his expression unreadable. Dick remains frozen, caught off guard. Morgan shifts awkwardly, reaching into her pocket and slowly pulling out her phone, waving it in the air.

“Do you guys want to see the edits?”

You shoot her a withering look.

“Shut up,” you groan, throwing a piece of your armor at her.

Morgan ducks, her phone clattering to the floor. Pouting, she picks it up with a scoff. “Alright, alright. I get it.”

She shoves the phone back into her pocket with a huff. “No more distractions.”

“So…” Dick crosses his arms. “You’ve been doing this alone? All this time?” 

“Not alone,” you clarify, glancing at Morgan. “Morgan’s been helping me. Keeping me sane. And... I’ve had Selina’s guidance.”

“And good thing too,” Morgan adds, her voice taking on a more serious note. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, sleek device—a handheld scanner designed to detect injuries.

You straighten up, already familiar with the drill. Morgan’s device emits a soft, rhythmic beep as she runs it over your body, her eyes flicking to the screen.

PEPPER’s voice begins to speak, calm and clinical. “Regenerative healing is in progress. The antidote is fully effective, expected to take effect in about 30 minutes. Current injuries: broken ribs, fractured ankle, head gash, deep abrasions, and internal bruising. Estimated healing time: 7 hours. A bath is recommended for disinfection.”

Morgan, visibly relieved by the update, ruffles her hair and shuts off the device with a satisfied click. She looks around, trying to gauge the mood. 

“Well,” she says, “you heard her.”

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing PEPPER,” you smile, wincing slightly as you toe off your flats

Morgan rolls her eyes but manages a small smirk. “You hear her every week,” she retorts, shaking her head.

Footsteps thud heavily across the wooden floor as you stride across the room. The blood has been wiped off the floor, and the shards of glass are gone, but the broken window still gapes open. Explaining that to Selina later is going to be hell.

"You guys should head out," you murmur, glancing back at them. "Mom will be back soon."

Damian’s jaw tightens, and he takes a step closer. “I’m not leaving.”

Morgan huffs, crossing her arms. “Mm… No way. I’m staying put.”

Blinking slowly at the two of them, you grumble, “Yeah, I expected that.”

Turning to Dick, who’s been standing off to the side, you raise an eyebrow, silently pleading for some backup.

“I’ll… go,” Dick finally says, holding up his hands in surrender. “It makes more sense if both of them are here, but not exactly me.”

You nod appreciatively, a flicker of relief crossing your face. 

Dick moves toward a non-broken window but pauses, casting one last glance over his shoulder.

“I won’t tell B.”

“I know,” you murmur, offering him a faint, resigned smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“But… he’ll know eventually.”

“… I know.”

Dick’s nod carries the weight of the unspoken, a silent agreement between you. He steps onto the sill, the night air brushing past him, and the curtains flutter gently in his wake. The soft rustling of the fabric is the only sound as he disappears into the darkness.

You take a step towards the window to close it, but Damian strides over, cutting you off as he shuts it for you. His movements are quick, almost too quick like he’s trying to protect you from even the smallest of tasks.

You raise an eyebrow at him, caught between amusement and exasperation. 

“You’re still injured.”

Oh boy. You can already feel the arguments bubbling up, ready to spill out—reasons to defend your choices, to insist that you’re fine, that you can handle it. But the fight drains out of you before it begins. You’re too tired, too worn down from everything that’s happened.

“Alright,” you murmur, opting for a softer approach, hoping to defuse the tension before it flares. Your eyes drift to the remnants of your suit, lying crumpled on the floor, torn and battered. “Hey, Morgz. Can you handle… that?”

Morgan follows your gaze to the suit, then nods. 

“Sure thing,” she replies, already moving toward it in fix-it mode, likely running through a mental checklist of what she needs to do to patch it up.

Turning back to Damian, you step closer, slipping your hands over his shoulders. His muscles are coiled tight beneath your touch, like springs wound too tightly. 

You give his shoulders a gentle squeeze, your fingers pressing into the solid muscle, trying to ease some of the tension, even if just a little.

“As for you… we really need to get changed,” you say, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “We’re soaking the floors here.”

Damian nods silently, his gaze softening as he follows you into the apartment’s bathroom. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the rest of the world.

With gentle hands, Damian reaches for your undershirt, his fingers brushing against your skin as he helps you peel the damp fabric away. The material clings stubbornly, but he works patiently, careful not to rush or cause you any discomfort. Finally, the shirt comes free, and he lets it fall to the floor.

He kneels down, his hands steady as he slips your leggings down your legs, his touch light and deliberate, as if he’s handling something fragile. Once the clothes are off, he lets them drop with a soft thud, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours.

Without a word, he turns to the shower, twisting the knob until water rushes out in a steady stream. Warmth seeps into the air, the foggy mirror reflecting the both of you in a hazy outline. 

Damian wastes no time unclasping his cape, letting it fall to the floor in a dark, heavy pool. He then quickly strips out of his tunic, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin before he pulls it off with a yank. 

The tunic lands in a crumpled heap beside the cape, and your gaze is drawn to the red "R" emblazoned on his uniform. Your eyes lift to find Damian’s bare chest revealed—bronze skin etched with hard-earned muscle and a long, faded scar that traces a path across his ribcage. 

Tugging his hands up, you began to slip off his gloves, the dark stain of blood transferring to your own skin. The crimson smear seeped down your fingers, dripping onto the bathroom floor and forming dark, splotchy patterns on the tiles. 

When the blood was gone from his hands, you didn’t let go. Instead, you held onto his hands, feeling the slight tremor in them. 

You stayed like that, holding his hands until the shaking subsided, until the tremors ceased and the strength you knew he had began to return to his grip. 

Damian tightens his grip on your hand and pulls you under the shower with him, the warm water cascading over your bodies in a soothing wave. It’s a relief, the heat working its way into your sore muscles, washing away the grime, blood, and sweat from your skin. 

For a moment, neither of you speaks. 

Silently, you trace a nail along a scar on his collarbone. The only sound is the steady patter of water against tile.

"I'm going to start patrolling with you."

You feel a muscle twitch in your jaw as Damian says that.

"Damian, you're not patrolling with me."

"Yes, I am."

"Damian, no."

"Damian, yes," he insists. “I'm coming with you. I've seen Gotham, and I've been doing this much longer than you have."

“Rub it in. Okay,” you scoff. 

“Beloved, I’m trained for this.”

“I’m perfectly capable of handling this on my own.”

“That’s not the point. You can’t predict every danger.”

He’s not backing down. And you know, deep down, that this isn’t a battle you’re going to win.

With a strangled groan that rumbles up your throat, you lean into his chest, the warm, solid presence of him offering a small comfort. 

“Ugh. Fine, but I’m the one who gets to pick out the patrol routes.”

 ༻⊰───⋅

Saturday, 3:02 AM - Crime Alley, Gotham City.

A whip drags across the crumbling floor of the rooftop, its leather coiling and uncoiling with each step, like a serpent following its master. The sharp clicks of heels against the roof echo through the stillness of the night.

A bag, stuffed with Selina’s latest haul, is slung casually over her shoulder, the weight barely slowing her down. The contents shift with each step, the muted clink of stolen treasures singing to her. 

She hums a low, sultry tune, the sound barely more than a whisper against the backdrop of the city’s quiet. Her gaze sweeps across the rooftop and lands on her apartment building. Her eyes narrow at the sight of a broken window. 

The playful melody dies on her lips, her steps slowing to a halt. “Seems a stray found its way in.”

With a quick flick of her tongue against her teeth, she leaps down to the fire escape.

The faint creak of metal under her heels is the only sound as she crouches. The sight that greets her sends alarms ringing in her head—the door to her apartment is kicked open, the metal railing bent and dented, signs of a struggle or a forceful entry.

Selina creeps closer, moving silently as she readies herself. But suddenly, she freezes. The sound of voices drifts through the walls, muffled yet unmistakably clear.

"—f we like... cut off your hand, do you think it'll grow back?"

"I dunno. Wanna try cutting my hand off, Morgz?"

"What?! Habibti. No. Absolutely not."

"But think about the science! What if her arm grows back, like, full-on lizard style?"

"Yeah, but what if it grows back all freaky? Like, what if I end up with two thumbs or something?"

"Or better—what if you grow back a tentacle?"

"Oh my God. I could totally kick ass as a walking calamari."

"Are you two out of your damn minds? I forbid it. We're not amputating anything."

"Killjoy."

Selina walks in, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene. The three of you are curled up on the sofa, with a ridiculous TV show playing in the background that no one is actually watching.

Her gaze locks on Morgan, and she quickly realizes she needs to keep her presence discreet. With a swift glance around, she silently slips into her bedroom.

Moments later, she reemerges in civilian clothes. She steps back out of the apartment, pretends to head down the hallway, then doubles back and quietly slips inside once more.

Damian is the first to notice her, and he immediately tenses, like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't.

"Do I even want to know what's going on here?" Selina asks, one eyebrow arching as she looks at the three of you.

Damian straightens up, attempting to look composed.

Morgan smiles sheepishly, "Hello, Miss Selina."

You shift uncomfortably, letting out a sigh. 

“Hey, Mom.” You nod towards the broken window, and Selina’s gaze follows. “So… um, things got a little out of hand tonight.”

Selina's eyes flick between the broken window and the three of you. "You think?

She tries to shut the door behind her, but it barely clings to the frame, tilting awkwardly on its splintered hinges. The wood creaks in protest, a low groan that echoes through the room as she shoves it into place.

Damian flushes, his shoulders hunching as if trying to make himself smaller, knowing full well he’s the one responsible for the damage. You place a reassuring hand on his thigh, tapping gently, hoping to ease his embarrassment. 

The knowing look Selina sends him suggests she’s already pieced together what happened.

Moving toward you, Selina gently cradles your face in her hands, her nails lightly tracing over your injuries.

“Hey ma,” you murmur.

You lean into her touch, feeling the exhaustion of the night seep away as her warmth envelopes you. She meets your gaze with a tender, concerned look, her eyes brimming with both worry and motherly affection.

"What happened to your face?" Selina starts. Her eyes flick from the bruises on your arms to the bandaged cut on your forehead, then to the dark circles under your eyes. "And what the hell did you do to my apartment?"

You wince a bit under her touch but try to shrug it off nonchalantly. “Oh, this? Yeah. Yeah, I was… uh, fixing the window.”

“Fixing the window?” she repeats. “Why? You do know we have repairs scheduled monthly?”

“Whaaat?” you gasp, playing up your confusion. “I mean, I’m sure it needed it. Maybe.”

“It wasn’t even broken before I left. Did you break it on purpose just to fix it?”

You blink, looking baffled. “Seemed like a good idea at the time?”

“Um, hi! Mrs. Selina,” Morgan chimes in, her tone awkward. “Actually, you see, we’ve got this event at Stark Industries coming up. We were, uh, testing some new tech, and it didn’t go exactly as planned.”

You jump in, nodding vigorously. Morgan discreetly hands you a small gadget, which you hold up for Selina to see. “Right. I didn’t expect it to work as well as it did. We were hoping for a few tweaks, but it kind of... overperformed.”

Selina eyes the gadget and shakes her head. “Overperformed? Is that what you’re calling it now?”

Morgan hums. "Yep, pretty much. The tech’s still in beta, so it’s got some quirks.”

Selina just nods, clearly unimpressed. "Still. Did you have to experiment in my apartment? I still remember that time you overcharged a set of batteries for a project and nearly blew up the kitchen."

You cringe, rubbing the back of your neck. “That was in fourth grade.”

“Ten-year-olds don’t typically run experiments on household electronics and nearly blow up the kitchen. That’s when I knew something was wrong with you,” Selina says, her gaze drifting to Damian, confusion gradually clouding her features. “And why is he here?”

“I’m helping with the project and the funding,” Damian quips, the lie slipping off his tongue like honey as he glances at you for confirmation. “Isn’t that right, beloved?”

You nod, playing along. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Selina’s eyes narrow as she processes this. “Isn’t Stark Tech rich enough to cover all of this?”

Morgan shrugs casually. “Oh, sure, Stark’s handling the main tech stuff. But Damian’s covering the extra costs—like her decorations and outfits for the semi-formal event.”

Damian steps in, his tone polite but firm. "Precisely why we came to your apartment, Miss Kyle. I was hoping to ask for your permission to take her out tomorrow. We’ll be shopping for her gown. And if you’d like, you could join us."

You blink, caught off guard. "Uh..."

Selina considers Damian’s question for a moment, then shakes her head with a sigh. "No can do. I have a... job arranged tomorrow. And I need to get that—" she points to the broken window with a frown—"looked at."

Ruffling her hair in frustration, she turns back toward her bedroom. "You have my permission, though. Just please—don’t turn my apartment into a lab next time."

"Okay! Thanks," you rush out, your voice a bit too eager. "Love you, Mom!"

Selina pauses at the doorway, humming in acknowledgment. She casts one last, assessing glance at the mess, her eyes narrowing slightly, before slipping into her room and muttering about needing to call a repair service again. 

As the door swings shut behind her, you let out a quiet sigh of relief, feeling the tension slowly ease from your shoulders.

Morgan turns to you. "That was close."

“Too close,” you agree, then turn to Damian with a scowl. “What the hell? You realize we actually have to go shopping tomorrow, right?”

Damian hums, his gaze settling on you with that infuriatingly charming smolder—dark, intense, and undeniably attractive. “Yes, I do.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Are you doing this to try and make up?”

Damian’s expression shifts, a flicker of something dark crossing his face. It boiled his blood to think about this, but he had a habit of torturing himself over mistakes.

“It’s the least I could do,” he murmurs. “I almost…”

He trails off, lost in thought. His gaze turns distant, haunted. “I thought, if I could at least do something—anything—to make up for it, maybe it would help... even a little.”

You reach out, placing a hand gently on his arm. 

“Nope. None of that,” you hush him softly. “We’re moving forward. We both are.”

Damian nods slowly, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. You rub his arm soothingly, then turn to Morgan with a raised brow. Morgan shrugs and holds up her hands in a mock surrender.

“The tech event is a real thing,” Morgan says, her tone matter-of-fact. “You didn’t think the internship was just a cover-up for all of this, did you?”

“Seriously? You guys actually have an event planned?” you ask, disbelief creeping into your voice.

“Yep. It’s the real deal and going to be a big deal. The whole fancy gown and decorations? Totally legit. We just had a few... detours so I couldn’t tell you.”

“What?” you groan, frustration mounting. “You didn’t tell me about this. I don’t even have a project ready to show!”

Morgan waves a dismissive hand, her grin widening. "Don’t worry, I’ll help with that. You still got a week and you’re a genius. The event’s about showcasing potential, not just completed projects. We can work something up, no sweat."

You roll your eyes. "Great, so we’re officially winging a multimillion-dollar internship offer that every single press outlet in Gotham is covering. No pressure, right?"

“Yep.”

 ༻⊰───⋅

Saturday, 4:13 AM - Stark Tower, Gotham City.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft whoosh, revealing the dimly lit tech area of Stark Tower. You and Morgan step out, with Damian trailing behind, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. 

Despite your protests about your healing ankle, he supported you the entire way here. The pain is mostly gone, but Damian’s insistence on playing nurse seems stronger than your actual injury.

Though you can’t help but notice the way he’s gripping you—a bit too tightly for comfort.

The three of you step out of the elevator and begin walking down the corridor. The air is crisp and slightly cool, carrying the faint scent of metal and polished surfaces. 

“Dad wants you to give the opening speech, by the way,” Morgan says, threading her fingers through her hair as she leads you both around a turn in the hallway. 

“Seriously? I’m not really a speech person,” you reply, knocking your shoe into hers. “Why don’t you do it instead?”

Morgan flashes a knowing smirk as she turns to walk backwards, facing you. “I’d love to, but Dad’s adamant about it. He’s all about that ‘new face of Stark Tech’ thing.”

A shudder of disgust visibly ripples through Damian.

“A marketing ploy,” he sneers. “Stark’s fully aware the media will devour the drama between our rival companies and turn it into a spectacle. Of course, Wayne Tech never needed such gimmicks to maintain its edge.”

Morgan chuckles, shaking her head. “Nah, I think he just wants to adopt her.”

The three of you turn a corner and enter a grand space where the hallway opens up into a wide, two-story room. Despite the hour, the floor-to-ceiling windows flood the area with a soft, muted glow from the city lights outside. 

At the center of the room, Tony lounges casually on one of the plush sofas. Gadgets and tools are strewn about him, and he’s engrossed in tinkering with a small device. He looks up as you approach, adjusting his glasses.

“Hey, kids. Didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“Hey, Mr. Stark. Fancy meeting you here,” you murmur, trying to keep the mood light despite your exhaustion.

“I live here, kid.” Tony wipes his hands on a rag, tossing the gadget onto the coffee table in front of him. Crossing his arms, he leans back against the couch. “Who’s your little boy toy? You cheating on Morgan now?”

Damian’s face flushes with irritation, his jaw tightening. You can’t help but snort and rest your cheek against Damian’s shoulder, your grin widening at his discomfort.

“This is the famous Daryll,” you snark, giving Tony a sidelong glance.

Tony’s gaze bores into Damian, taking in the dark, brooding aura that seems to cling to him like a second skin. The kid looks like he’s stepped straight out of a Twilight movie, with those piercing green eyes smoldering beneath furrowed brows, carrying a weight far beyond his years.

It didn’t help that Damian was also the son of a billionaire. Tony remembers him from his younger years—back then, he was a pipsqueak, a sharp-tongued brat who acted like he owned the world.

Now, he’s taller, lean, and strong, with a coiled tension in his frame. That same intense, self-assured vibe still lingers, but it’s darker now, more honed like he’s seen too much and come out the other side more dangerous for it.

“Nice to meet you, Twilight Reject,” Tony says, pushing himself up and extending his hand to Damian. "Put 'em up."

Damian’s eyes flick to Tony’s hand with a look of absolute revulsion, as if it were some particularly vile insect. He hesitates for a moment, then grudgingly extends his own hand. His grip is firm, almost painfully so, as if he’s trying to crush the perceived insult out of Tony’s hand.

“It’s Damian. Damian Wayne,” he says, drawing out and emphasizing his last name, the irritation barely masked.

"Yeah. I know who you are," Tony scoffs, turning to you with a raised brow. “What’s the deal? Did you lose a bet or something? You're dating someone with all the personality of a damp towel."

“It’s called having standards, something you might not be familiar with,” Damian snaps back, his tone biting.

You sigh, sliding Damian's arm off of you and wincing slightly as you put weight on your uninjured foot. Stepping between the two of them, you raise a hand in a placating gesture. “Alright, alright! Let’s not turn this into a pissing contest.”

“It’s been a rough night, and we all need some rest,” Morgan interjects, her tone weary as she empties her jacket pockets, gadgets clattering onto the table. She tosses her backpack across the room, where it lands with a heavy thud.

Gesturing toward the sleeping quarters, she adds, “Can we save the bickering for later? They’ve got somewhere important to be tomorrow.”

Tony squints. “And where exactly are you two going?”

“Tt…” Damian tilts his head towards the man. “We have a dress appointment scheduled for tomorrow. Naturally, I’m covering all the expenses.”

“A dress appointment, huh?” Tony steps closer, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Well, someone’s got to make sure Sneakers here doesn’t end up in a ditch, so I’m coming along, Daniel.”

“It’s Damian,” he corrects. “And no, that won’t be necessary. We can handle it on our own.”

“Zip it, Dylan. I’m the one organizing this shindig, so I’d like to ensure my top intern doesn’t end up looking like a rag doll.”

Damian’s lip curls slightly. “If you insist on being there, then I’ll have to bring my father along as well. As her top donor, he should oversee it too, don’t you think?”

You blink, caught off guard. That’s a stretch. Bruce Wayne’s never actually thrown cash at your extracurriculars—though he’s tried, insisting on it more than once. Even tried to sneak you and Selina money through some probably illegal wire transfer, but you never took it.

“Oh, please. Anyone can throw money around,” Tony retorts. “He’s not special.”

“Well. If you have a problem with that,” Damian murmurs coldly, “you’re welcome to voice it to him. Tomorrow.”

Tony coughs, barely stifling his laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I can handle some prissy playboy,” he says, clapping his hands together. “Can’t wait to see how that goes.”

Your brow creases in concern.

Oh, you really don’t want to see how that goes.

 ༻⊰───⋅

IM SO SORRY ITS LATE! HAD TO REWRITE A SCENE BC THE DRAFT GOT LOST :(

Next chap out soon </3 It's the weekends so it'll be quicker

Also I'm gonna rework some of the earlier chapters :P (Just tweaking writing a little no plot changes at all)

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

prev || next

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

tagged: @idkjustsupersonic @edgycatx @heylosers06 @6000-fandoms @swagangelllamawolf @ashleyandanxiety @honey-on-mars @natthernandez @tadpolesxbabyturtles @princessbl0ss0m @dreamsdemxn @vanessa-boo @thebestrouge @ayoungforeveruniverse-blog @devotedlyshadowytheorist @bbiaa420 @aalunar @grandstrangerphantom @cucumberswtajin @little-lovely-darling @esposadomd @mellowdiy @bat-h-tic @projectdreamwalker @maxinehufflepuffprincess @eternallyvenus (let me know if I hadn’t tagged you please. there’s so many of y’all lmaooo)

Mr. and Mx. Mystery

S1E1 - Tourist Trapped

The sun was shining in the clear blue sky as a family were having a fun day outside.

‘Ah, summer break-‘ Hank was grilling burgers for his family and his two kids Shmipper and Smabble were laughing and chasing one another, while the rest of the family sat at a picnic table. "You want cheese on that, hon?" Hank asked his wife, flipping a burger. "Sure, Hank."

‘A time for leisure, recreation, and takin' 'er easy... Unless you're me.’ 

A golf cart crashes through the "Welcome to Gravity Falls" sign with Dipper and Mabel screaming as they drove thorugh the woods. The ground shakes as something large makes it way pass trees, knocking them down. Mabel looks back toward the forest, "Aaaah!!! It's getting closer!" A giant hand tries to reach for the cart but missies as the cart files off a rock and lands as the kids swerve.

‘My name is Dipper. The girl about to puke is my sister Mabel. You may be wondering what we're doing in a golf cart fleeing from a creature of unimaginable horror.’

 "Look out!" Mabel screamed as Dipper turns the wheel to the left hard, almost knocking the cart over, leaving both them screaming.

'Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation.'

'Let's rewind. It all began when our parents decided we could use some fresh air.' Mabel gets their pet cat taken out of her hands while a video game console gets taken out of her brothers. In replace they were both given packed bags and sunscreen on their noses.

“They shipped us up north to a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, Oregon, to stay at our great-uncle and auncle's place in the woods.”

Mabel begun to put up all kinds of boy band and cute posters on her side of the room. "This attic is amazing! Check out all my splinters!" Mabel holds out her hand which is covered in, all places that shouldn’t be, with splinters. Dipper walks backwards toward his bed as he gets a good look at the room they’ll staying in for the whole summer. As he does he gets jump scared by Gompers who's standing behind him, "Baaa!”

“And there's a goat on my bed."

Mabel walks over to them has she holds out her hand trying to be friendly toward the goat but he ended up chewing on her sweater sleeve, "Hey, friend. Oh! Yes, you can keep chewing on my sweater. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

'My sister tended to look on the bright side of things.'

"Yay! Grass," Mabel exclaimed as she rolled down the small hill, having the "time of her life".

A woodpecker starts to peck the top of Dipper's hat. Y/N makes a gently shooing motion to make the bird fly away without looking from their book.

‘But I was having a hard time getting used to our new surroundings, our great-auncle, (Y/N), was trying to make things better by trying to bond with us and to get me to see the brighter side of things.’ 

Dipper and Y/N were sitting under a tree together, Dipper writing in a journal and Y/N reading. Y/N lightly slapped the insides of the book with the back of their fingers.

"Ok, now I think you might enjoy this book, sweet pea.” Next thing Dipper knew, his great-uncle jumped behind the tree he and his auncle were sitting under on wearing a mask, "Boo!"

Both Dipper and Y/N scream at the top of their lungs, dropping the books in their hands as Dipper falls over.

"Aha ha ha ha!" Stan laugh as he takes the mask off.

 'And then was our great-uncle Stan.' Stan slaps his knee has he takes the mask off of his head.

'That guy.'

"Aha ha ha ha, ow!" Stan started hitting his chest from laughing so hard, then he doubled over in pain as his partner punched him in the stomach.

"Stop doing that!" Y/n picked Dipper up, fixing his hat and made sure he was ok.

"It was worth it."

'Our uncle and auncle had transformed their house into a tourist trap they called the Mystery Shack. The real mystery was why anyone came.'

A coward follows the Pines couple through out the museum, their arms linked together as Stan points to attractions with his 8-ball cane, "Ladies and gentlemen, behold! The Sascrotch!"

‘And guess who had to work there.’

“Oh," Mabel reaches to touch a giant eyeball, when Stan comes over to smack her hand away.

"No touching the merchandise!"

'It looked like it was gonna be the same boring routine all summer, until one fateful day...'

Dipper was wiping down some merchandise sweeping while his Graunkle was sweeping. His sister, Mabel, was too busy stalking her latest boy target behind selves of Stan and Y/N bobble head figures.

"He's looking at it. He's looking at it!"

The boy opened the note reading it out loud, "Uh...'Do you like me? Yes. Definitely. Absolutely?'” He started looking around, trying to find the source of where the note could have come from.

"I rigged it!" She uttered excitedly has she placed her hands on her cheeks.

Dipper stopped cleaning and rolled his eyes, “Mabel, I know you're going through your whole "boy crazy" phase, but I think you're kind of overdoing it with the "crazy" part."

Mabel turned towards her brother with a disbelieve look on her face and blows a raspberry, "What?! Come on, Dipper! This is our first summer away from home. It's my big chance to have an epic summer romance."

"I agree with Dipper on his, Hon, don’t you think you're moving too fast?" (Y/N) asked, "I mean...how many boy does make now?”

"I bet she doesn't even know, she flirts with every guy she meets!" Dipper said, shrugging.

Mabel is standing next to a boy in the mystery shack, fluttering her eyes, "My name is Mabel, but you can call me the girl of your dreams. I'm joking! Ha ha ha ha!" She exclaims pushing the boy into the greeting cards display knocking him and the stand over.

Mabel then pops up from behind a bench, that has a guy sitting with his turtle in his hands, "Oh, my gosh, you like turtles? I like turtles too. What is happening here?"

Inside the mattress store, a boy dressed as the mattress king is working, "Come one, come all, to the mattress prince's kingdom of savings!"

Mabel pops out from behind a set of colorful balloons and she whispers, Take me with you..." Causing the boy to run away screaming.

"Mock all you want, brother and Graunkle, but I got a good feeling about this summer. I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now." Mabel said confidently has she pointed toward the mystery shack exhibit door.

Stan walks through the door holding signs under his arm and a pitt cola in his hand. Using his other, he clutched his stomach as a burp gets caught in his throat, "Oh! Oh. Not good. Ow." 

Mabel looks at Stan in disgust, "Oh, why?!"

Dipper and Y/N laughed, high fiving each other as they do.

"All right, look alive, people. I need someone to go hammer up these signs in the spooky part of the forest." Stan said as he holds out the signs toward Y/N and the twins.

"Not it!" Dipper and Mabel say at the same time, behind them Soos raised his hand while he drilled a shelf with his other.

"Uh, also not it."

"Nobody asked you, Soos."

"I know, and I'm comfortable with that." He pulled out a chocolate bar and took a bite out of it.

Y/N can see Stan giving them a side eyed look, “No, Stan. I’m not doing the job that I told you to do!”

Stan rolls his eyes as he sighed in annoyance, he then turns towards the teenage red head, who’s relaxing on the job with her feet on the counter, reading a magazine. "Wendy! I need you to put up this sign!"

Wendy tries to reach for the signs from where she's sitting, with a bored expression on her face not looking up from her magazine, "I would, but I, ugh, can't, ugh, reach it, ugh..."

"I'd fire all of you if I could. All right, let's make it eeny-meeny-miney..." Stan then points his finger at Dipper, "You."

"Aw, what? Grunkle Stan, whenever I'm in those woods, I feel like I'm being watched."

"Ahh, this again." Stand begins to rub the corners of his eyes as Y/N gave him a light hit on his shoulder.

"I'm telling you, something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out "BEWARE." Stan and Y/N leaned in closer to Dipper’s arm, both squinting their eyes. After looking at it for a couple of seconds Stan leaned back up, looking at Dipper, confused.

"That says 'bewarb.’” As he said this, Y/N gently grabbed Dipper’s arm and examined the bites. “Do you believe me, Graunkle Y/N?” Y/N shook their head, letting go of his arm.

”Oh, Sorry. I was just seeing if that needed to have cream put in it. It’s looks bad, Sweet pea.” Dipper then lowers his arm in embarrassment and rubs the bites.

“Anyway, look, kid.” Stan voices, “The whole "monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend drummed up by guys like us to sell merch to guys like that," Stan pointed to a man sweating like there was no tomorrow laughing at a bobble head Stan doll in his hands. "So, quit being so paranoid!" He then threw the signs into Dipper's arms. Fumbling with them, Dipper looked up at his uncle in annoyance.

Watching Stan leave through employees only door, Y/N sighed. Crouching down to meet Dipper’s height, Y/N placed a hand on Dipper’s shoulder. Dipper didn't make eye-contact with them.

”Hey, don’t let Stan get under your skin, alright? If you say there’s something going on, maybe, you could look for evidence to rub in his mean face."

Dipper sighed and nodded his head, "Yeah...Yeah! Grunkle Stan might not know it but this town had some weird stuff going on and I'm gonna prove it!" Dipper grips the signs tighter has he marches out of the shack toward the woods. Y/N stood back up, cracking their back, "Oof! Stupid old body." Taking a look around they noticed that Mabel was no where to be found, signing again they crossed their arms over their chest and walking through the employee only door. In there, they found Stan in the kitchen finishing his Pitt soda.

"He's gonna found out about this place eventually, you do know that right?" Stan groaned, taking a long drink from the can. He waved his finger in 'no' motion, bringing the can down from his mouth. "You don't think I know that, toots? Boy seems too smart for his age," he leans on the kitchen table muttering the last part of his sentence under his breathe. "Almost like someone else we know."

Y/N slowing walked over to the table and leaned on it next to Stan, rubbing his back. "I know, that's why I think we should be honest with them. To protect them from all this crazy stuff this place has going on. If we keep lying-" Stan cuts Y/N off.

"If we keep lying, we can keep them away from it." Stan gets up and walks out the kitchen to go upstairs, you turn your gaze to your feet. Thinking about how you could tell the kids about everything in this town, but a part of you didn't. It felt too soon, so you decided to wait until maybe they trusted you and Stan a little more. You groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes. Opening the freezer, you grabbed a popsicle walking out of the kitchen to sit on the couch outside.

Some time passed, but you don’t know how long as you were sitting there lost in thought, until the front door slammed next to you. It was Mabel and she looks excited as ever.

“Hey Graunkle! I’m going to see if I can find Dipper, ok bye!" Mabel screamed as she started running toward the woods, you didn't even get a chance to understand what she was saying. And you didn’t have to think about it because pulling up to the front of the shack was a tour bus, you stood up, crushing the stick of the popsicle in your mouth.

After Y/N and Stan finished the tour, you two went upstairs. You rubbed the back of your neck, "Hey, you're not like mad about earlier, right?" Stan chuckled under his breath, turning to face you.

"Why would I be mad at ya? You just care for those rascals." You smiled, you both turned toward the stairs having heard the twins return. You walked over to Stan as you wrapped an arm around his waist and he wrapped his around your shoulder, hip to hip. “Now, let’s go see what those two are up too.”

You gave him a hard kiss on his cheek, giggling. Stan laughed, “Ugh, gross.” You both walked done the stairs laughing. As you got closer, you could hear the twins talking about something. Then you see Mabel rush to the door as you and Stan stood at the door way of the living room.

”What you readin' there, slick?”

Dipper quickly hides the journal under the cushion he was sitting under and grabs the nearest thing he can find. ”Oh! I was just catchin' up on, uh… gold chains for old men magazine?”

“Dipper don't read that, it'll rotten you.” Stan playfully pushed Y/N, laughing. They both walked over to stand behind the love sofa. “What?! That’s a good issue and you like my gold chains!”

You wagged your finger at him, smirking, ”I don’t know who told you that lie.” Just as you said that Mabel came back but she was with someone. He was taller than her, wearing a back hoodie and his back was facing the room.

”Hey, family! Say hello to my new boyfriend!” Mabel presented him as he turned around. His hair was covering one of his eyes and he had some red substance dripping from his cheek. He waved his hand halfway up in a greeting. ”Sup?”

”Hey…” Dipper greeted him first then Stan and you both at the same time.

”How's it hangin'.” Stan threw up finger guns.

“Hello.” You lazily waved at him.

“We met at the cemetery. He's really deep.” She then placed an hand on his arm, squeezing it a bit. “Ooh! Little muscle there. That’s… what a surprise.” Dipper raised his eyebrows, examining this new guy his sister brought in, ”So, what's your name?”

Almost as if pains him to speak he answers the question, ”Uh Normal Man!”

“He means "Norman.” As Mabel corrects him, Y/N noticed the red substance on his check dripping to the floor.

“Are you bleeding, Norman? We could patch that cut up for you?” 

Norman’s eyes widened as he looks at the liquid on his face. ”It's jam.”

Mabel gasped has she lightly shoved him. “Oh! I love jam! Look at this!” She exclaimed moved her hands back and forth between them. Norman shrugged as he looked around, ”So, you wanna go hold hands or whatever?”

”Oh! Oh, my goodness. Don't wait up!” Mabel giggled, bouncing up and down. She then runs towards the door Norman shoot finger guns at the others in the room and followed Mabel, hitting the doorframe and other walls in the process.

Y/N looked around the room at the others, "Well, he was weird. Right?" You saw Dipper nodding his head slowly, gaze focused on where Norman stood.

"Yeah," Stan began, he than clapped his hands and started making his was to the gift shop, "Come on, angel cakes, we got a shack to run!" Y/N ruffled Dipper's hair through his hat and started making their way towards the door, before they opened it they turned to look at Dipper.

"Hey bud, you alright?" They didn't get an answer cause he was already making his way up the stairs. Y/N signed, made sure they looked presentable, fixing their suit and little butterfly pin, and went through the door.

~ TIME SKIP ~

Y/N was stocking inventory as Stan handled the last group of tourists, you hummed thinking to yourself on where the twins could be. Finishing up your task you walked over to where Stan was with the guest.

Stan holds up a swirly pattern on a stick, pulls the string and rotates into a continuous spiral, "Behold! The world's most distracting object!"

The group of tourist was amazed at the simple object, Y/N rolled their eyes at the crowd. Looking passed the all to look through the window seeing the twins and some kind of giant monster. You stood there, mouth agape, your gaze not leaving the the window. Y/N reached out to tap on Stan's shoulder.

"Just try to look away you can't! I can't even remember what I was talkin' about." You groaned and ran outside, seeing the kids about to get hit by a giant fist. You ran towards them and grabbed them. Resulting in you all rolling until you hit the wall of the shack. The twins landed safely but you rolled until you hit the wall with your back, knocking the air our of your lungs.

Dipper was able process what happened to them quickly, he shuffled over to Y/N. Shaking their shoulder, "Graunkle!? Are you ok?" Before you could catch your breath and answer, the monster, which you now see is made of tiny men, gets closer.

"It's the end of the line, kids and weird person that came out of nowhere. Mabel, marry us before we do something crazy!" The one sitting all the way at the top spoke out. The twins each take a side by you, Dipper holding your shoulder and Mabel holing your hand. Dipper turned his hard to look at his sister, "There's gotta be a way out of this!"

Mabel looked from you to her brother with a worried expression. She them closed her eyes and, sighed through her nose. Letting go of Y/N's hand, she stood up and walked towards the gnomes. "I gotta do it."

Dipper's eyes widen, he stood and walked over to his sister, "What?! Mabel, don't do this! Are you crazy?"

Mabel looks back with a determined look on her face, "Trust me." Dipper shook his head and threw his arms up.

"What?!"

"Dipper, just this once Trust me."

You grabbed Dipper by his shoulder, making him turn towards you, "Dipper, I don't know what the hell is going on, but your sister seems like she knows what to do..." Dipper looked back and forth between you, his sister and the pile of gnomes. Walking backward toward the wall, he nodded.

"All right, Jeff, I'll marry you."

"Hot dog! Help me down there, Jason!" Jeff starts to climb down using the other gnomes as a ladder. "Thanks. Andy, left foot, there we go, watch those fingers, Mike." When he makes it to stand in front of Mabel, he pulls out a diamond ring from his back pocket. "Ehh? Ehh?" Mabel's eyes flutter as she presents her hand towards Jeff, he then puts the ring on her finger and does a little jig. "Bada-Bing, bada-bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, honey!"

"You may now kiss the bride." Mabel says as she examined the ring on her finger.

"Well, uh, don't mind if I do." Before he could so anything, he gets sucked into the nozzle of a leaf blower that's Mabel picked up without him seeing.

"Aah! Hey, wait a minute! Ahh-aahh Whoa! Whoa! W-what's going on? Aah! Aaah!"

"That's for lying to me!" She then turned the know on the leaf blower, increasing the power. "That's for breaking my heart!"

"Ow! My face!"

"And this is for messing with my brother!" She then aims the leaf blower toward the gnome monster, Dipper coming to stand next to her. She turned to him, gesturing the leaf blower toward him.

"Wanna do the honors?" She asked Dipper, he came to her side grabbing half of the leaf blower, "On three."

"One, two, three!" They both counted, shifting the leaf blower from 'suck' to 'blow'. Blasting Jeff through the other gnomes and towards the forrest.

"I'll get you back for this!!!!!" He screams as he sails over the trees. Meanwhile the giant monster falls apart as the gnomes fall to the ground. They all start complaining until Mabel starts aiming the leaf blower at them, making them all run away.

"Anyone else wants some?" Mabel screams, the twins laugh for a bit until the turn around, hearing their Graunkle trying to get up. They both run to take one of your sides, helping you up. "Thanks, kids. I don't know you two got in a mess like this but I'm just glad its over."

Mabel rubs you back looking up at you, "Are you gonna be ok Y/N." You chuckled, ruffling both of their heads, "Just peachy, gonna need my pillow though. Are you two alright?" They looked at each other smiling then back up to you, nodded. You smiled and started making your way towards the gift shop door, looking behind you, you called out towards the twins. "You coming?"

Dipper was about to answer, but Mabel stopped him, "We'll be there soon, I gotta talk to Dip-stick real quick." You nodded once more, not having the strength to speak again and went inside.

Inside you found Stan who was counted some of the earnings for the day. Y/N walked over and place their hands on the counter.

"Whoa?! The hell happened to you?" You mouthed, 'I'll you later' as the twins came dragging themselves in. Y/N nodded their head towards the beaten up looking twins, eyeing Stan.

"Sheesh! You two get hit by a bus or somethin'?" Not paying Stan too much attention they continued towards the employee only door.

"Aha! Uh, hey! W-wouldn't you know it? Um, Y/N accidentally overstocked some inventory, so how's about each of you take one item from the gift shop on the house?"

Mabel spun around with a twinkle in her eyes, "Really?

"What's the catch?" Dipper asked as he folded his arms and raised his eyebrow, staring his Uncle down.

“The catch is do it before I change my mind. Now take something.” Stan exclaims has he elbows the cash register placing the money inside, rolling his eyes playfully at you as you laughed. You walked over to stand next to Stan, him taking one of your arms and helping you lean on him. You both watched the kids look around the ship. Dipper chose one of the merch hats, slipping it on his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Hmm. That oughta do the trick."

“And I will have a Grappling hook!” Digging into box Mabel pulls out the grappling hook and holds it over her head in excitement. “Yes!”

You smile and gently clap your hands, encouraging her, while Stan and Dipper look at her then each other in disbelief and confusion. As they look back at her again Stan ask, “Wouldn't you rather have a doll or something?”

She then proceeds to launch the hook toward the ceiling, the hook then wraps around a beam, pulling her up in the process, “Grappling hook!”

Stan shrugged, "Fair enough."

Y/N knocked on the attic door, waiting until the twins gave permission for them to enter. You opened the door, peeking inside, you notice Mabel jumping on her bed and Dipper with his knees up a book or something laying on them.

"You two ready for bed?" Dipper nodded as Mabel shouted a 'Yes', not stopping her jumping. You laughed, "Well, I hope you too had a good day today."

"It was awesome, Graunkle," Mabel yelled. She stopped jumping and began to aim her grappling hook all around the room, trying to see where to shoot. "Ok, just be careful with that, sweetie."

She nodded as you were about to close the door, Dipper called out to you.

"Wait, um, don't you want like... I don't know some kind of explanation after what happened today?" You chuckled, shaking you head.

"Dipper, I've lived in this weird town for many years. I don't really need one." The expression on his face lighten up, looking as happy as can be. "Well, if that's the case, maybe..." He stops him self looking over to his sister who's nodding at him.

"Maybe, we can show yo-" Before he could finish his sentence you all heard Stan calling out your name, you signed.

"Don't worry about him, I'll get to him later. Now, what were you saying, Dipper." You looked back at him, his expression full with concern. He looked down at his lap, "Never mind... It's nothing."

Y/N frowned looking at the ground, "Ok, sweeties, hope you have a goodnight." And with that you closed their room door.

As you started to make your way down the stairs you heard a crash and laughing come from the twins room. You straighten out your PJs, decided not to question what they were up too. Crossing the final step, you made it back downstairs into the living room. You started humming some tune you couldn't remember as you made your way to the vending machine. You hit the side a couple of times, making the door of it pop open, grabbing a bag of chips.

A light came from outside the gift shop, until the door opened reveling Stan carrying a lantern. "You better pay for that," He nudged Y/N joking. You rolled your eyes, as he typed on the vending machines keypad. The machine slides open like a door, Stan walked in with you following behind him.

Before you closed it behind you, you turned and looked around to making sure you were alone. Seeing that you both were, Y/N closed the machine with a soft click.

You are my heaven (Bruce Wayne x f!reader) Part 1

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. It'll be into 2 parts, except if you ask for more. <3

Warnings: no proof reading, sexual activities, language, neglecting husband and father, kinda angst/comfort

Imagine Bruce Wayne with no child, no wife (you), no friends and no more Alfred. He was all alone, making his life even harder, more cruel, more violent.

He didn’t adopt any child - not even Dick - because Alfred died quickly after Bruce became an adult. Thus, Bruce needed to take care of himself, and he didn't feel like he could look after a child. He was too tired and too depressed. He didn't want to bring any child into such a dark life.

His hands were full with Wayne Enterprises and his Batman way of life, so he also didn't make time for the Justice League. He sometimes helped them when it was about Gotham but nothing else.

And he never succeeded in getting you. He knew you. Oh yes, he knew you. He always thought that Batman would be his sole obsession, destroying him and his body. But then he met you, and he grew half insane. He needed you in his life so badly; he didn't care about anyone else. You were such a ray of sunshine in his dark existence. But you didn't want him. He was too desperate for you. You were scared of the darkness surrounding him, and you hated that rich man who wasn't trying hard enough for Gotham's poor people. He would have loved to cover you in affection and gifts, but you always escaped him.

Imagine this same Bruce Wayne being switched from places with another Bruce Wayne from another universe. This other Bruce had children, was married to you, and was friends with the Justice League. Alfred was still around. But this Bruce was neglecting everyone a little bit. This man thought he was entitled to get everything. His relationships were just alright with everyone. You more than once thought about getting a divorce actually, but you loved your life too much to let it go, even if Bruce could be a disappointment.

Imagine the lonely and desperate Bruce Wayne waking up one morning with you in the same bed as him.

At first, he believed it was all a dream, so he happily pulled you against his chest and snuggled up against you. He kissed the top of your head. When his alarm sounded out, he simply turned it off and hugged you tighter. He felt good and warm for the first time since his parents died. He completely melted in pure joy when you gently kissed his chest and neck, stroking his scarred stomach. He leaned into all your touch. He had no idea when he was going to wake up, so he wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. He didn’t want to think of the cold and empty bed that was going to greet him soon enough. He just wanted to stay there forever, cherished by you. Your scent was bringing him such comfort. He was relaxed, feeling safe and at home. This was what heaven must look like, he thought.

"Not running to work already?" You softly asked, a little bit surprised you didn't have to beg your husband for morning cuddles

"I'm good here," Bruce mumbled into your hair, his eyes closed in bliss

"What have you done to my husband?" You laughed as you straddled the man, looking down at him.

Husband? Fuck, it sounded so sweet to his ears. Bruce opened his eyes, drinking into your form. He loved how the sun was softly shining against your skin. He moved his hands on your thighs and stroked your skin. You were a goddess to him

“You’re beautiful” He whispered

You hummed and leaned to hungrily kiss him. He almost moaned against your lips. He had dreamt so many times of the feel of your mouth against his. But it was different than usual, it was better than he expected. He felt so whole. You were his soulmate. He always believed it. And feeling you like that… He promised himself that once he would be back to reality, he would find a way to seduce you. He needed you. You teasingly bit his bottom lip, and he smiled. Bruce's hands greedily moved around your body before settling on your ass. He gently squeezed it.

“Naughty” Ypu giggled, and he smiled even more

“Not my fault. You’re a goddess of love and light” He whispered

You didn’t reply. You weren’t too used to your husband talking to you like that. Your Bruce was good to you, but he never called you such things. He never watched you with such devotion in the eyes.

You sightly moved away to remove your nightgown under his watch. This Bruce had no idea how gorgeous you were naked, on top of him. He realised it was his favourite sight from now on. Gosh, what he wouldn’t do to be allowed to be greeted like that every morning of his life? He had dreamt so many times to be allowed to see you like this, to touch you like a lover and to take care of you. He was happy he was shirtless when you leaned back against him so he could feel your skin against his. He gently switched positions with you so he could get down on you. He kissed your neck, breasts, stomach, and inner thighs before settling in between your legs. He would have taken the time to kiss your legs and feet if he hadn’t been so hungry for you. It was such a vivid and nice dream. And he wanted you so badly. The way your fingers moved into his hair and tightened their hold whenever he was making you moan in pleasure became his favourite sensation. After the second orgasm he gave you this morning, he started to wonder if he truly was dreaming. You felt so real. 

He didn't have time to think more about it as you brought him closer to you. You were softly panting, as he was happily kissing and stroking your skin. You were made to be worshipped, he thought. And he would love to be your most obedient and caring servant.

A soft knock at the door startled the two of you.

"Master Bruce, do I need to cancel all the meetings you had this morning?" Alfred's voice sounded out.

Bruce froze for a few fractions of seconds before regaining his composure. Was it truly Alfred? His dream was getting nicer and nicer. However, it was hard to think when you were affectionately kissing his skin and playing with his hair, looking at him with such tenderness in your beautiful eyes. He needed all his willpower to answer Alfred back.

"I'm on my way to Wayne Enterprises, Alfred," He finally replied, and you laughed because he really didn't look like he was. 

The sound of your laughter made his chest blow with a warm feeling he didn't know. He was so deeply in love with you. He was so happy. And yet, the word “happy” didn’t feel strong enough to describe how he felt in this instant. He leaned to kiss you with pure affection before getting up, even though he would have loved to stay in bed with you.

You decided to be a good wife who cared about your husband’s work and duty, so you didn't follow in the shower, knowing Alfred would indeed need to cancel all of the meetings. You wondered what you did last night for Bruce to treat you with such passion and love this morning. You wished things would be more often like that. 

You were still lying in bed when Bruce came out of the shower. Before looking for some clothes, he went back to you, like a magnet attracted to you. He kissed your naked back before kissing your lips.

"Time for some lunch with me, hon?" you asked, clearly pushing your luck, but Bruce seemed in a very good mood today.

You were ready for him to say no, though, like he always did.

"Of course, anything you want," He whispered, smiling.

He was excited you seemed to want to spend more time with him.

You didn’t add anything, truly wondering what you did last night. He kissed you again before dressing up. You enjoyed the view from the bed. Bruce loved the warm feeling of your eyes on him. He couldn’t get enough of your attention.

He reluctantly left the room after having stolen another kiss from you. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He properly greeted Alfred and thanked him for having checked on him.

Bruce was a little bit surprised to discover so many young adults and teenagers eating breakfast in his living room, but it was giving some life to his old manor. And in a dream, you couldn’t expect everything to make sense, right? So he simply greeted everyone and asked if they all slept well, like his father did when he was a child. They all seemed stunned by the question, but they still answered. What amazed them even more was that Bruce actually listened to their answers. He waved them all goodbye, wished them a good day, and went to work.

It was time for lunch, and Bruce hadn't woken up yet. His meetings were now done, and he could take some time to think. Everything felt so real so far. Usually, in dreams, when you read something, lines are blurry or the words mean nothing or the words change all the time... But it didn't happen. Apart from the people he didn’t know in his living room, everything seemed to make sense?

He typed away his name on his Internet browser and started to read about how he was dealing with Wayne Enterprises, how he was married to you, how he adopted or took under his roof many children. Bruce Wayne seemed quite… popular. He looked for Batman's work as well. It seemed he was often with the Justice League, and he had some vigilantes under his lead. He started to think about what happened last night - before he woke up with you in his arms.

He could now remember a very bright light engulfing him while he was fighting off some criminals.

"Where are we going for lunch?" You texted him, and the notification brought him back to the present

"That Italian restaurant near Wayne Enterprises?" He offered.

He always wished he could invite you there because he quite enjoyed this place. He hoped the place existed here, but with your answer it seemed it did.

"Oh yes, it's been a while!" You quickly replied. "I'll meet you there in a few. Love you <3" You added

"Love you too, wife" Bruce sent back.

Gosh, he never thought he would be allowed to send you such words and it was making his head spin.

But Bruce was a smart man, so he started to understand that he must have taken the place of the Bruce Wayne of this world. It couldn’t be a dream because it was too detailed and realistic. It couldn’t be an illusion, because something would have felt off to him. It wouldn't have been the first time he was trapped in an illusion, he would have been able to feel it. This place... everything felt true, real.

There were only two possibilities: someone brought him to a parallel universe or he died and went to heaven. 

He hurt one of his fingers to draw blood. He couldn’t be dead if he was still bleeding, could he? So if he was going with the parallel universe, it meant… It meant that the other Bruce Wayne had this perfect little life. Fuck, he felt a deep and raw jealousy stabbing his heart: why didn't this Bruce suffer like he did? Why did this version of himself get everything he ever wished for himself? Alfred, children, you? Even Batman seemed to be doing better here. Wayne Enterprises were thriving, the biggest and most powerful firm of Gotham. 

He needed to understand what happened... So he could forever stay here. There was no way he was going back to the Hell that used to be his life. He would kill himself at the instant he would get back. How could he survive being alone again? The other Bruce was a problem because if he was alive, he would want to get back here. But fuck him. Everyone seemed so surprised by how he was acting, so he was certain that the Bruce of this world didn’t deserve their love. And he would do anything to deserve it. It was his chance to finally be happy and he wasn’t going to fuck this up.

--

PART 2

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

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER THREE: HELLO IN-LAWS.

summary: aftermath of joker’s men attacking the todd household, y/n is hesitant to meet her in-laws after a promise she made with Jason. her life now changing all in one night because her and the infamous red hood are married. and how does joker know about y/n?

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE X SISTER IN LAW READER (PLATONIC),

WARNING: GORE. DEAD BODIES. VOMITING. CURSING.

previously || next

WHATS THE WORST WAY YOU COULD SUFFER?

BY REMEMBERING WHAT THEY DID TO YOU.

OVER AND OVER.

“you completely obliterated him…”

the three of them stood above the unidentifiable man that wore the familiar clown mask, dried blood pooled below him with bits of brain spilled out. y/n turned her head up to her husband who stared down at the man’s body with furrowed eyebrows. DAMIAN, was leaning against the hallway wall seemingly looking disgusted and bored. it was now early in the morning.

two hours after the intruders came inside the house trying to kidnap y/n. and now there was two dead men and one unconscious who was strapped securely down in the garage.

unknowingly, jason didn’t know what to do. he needed to think. some quiet. that’s why he hasn’t said anything for two hours leaving y/n more concerned about her husband’s well being.

“we don’t have time for this”, damian sighs out with boredom.

he was right. they got to move before anything else happens. after y/n went to talk to police and confirm it was a misunderstanding, both jason and damian went to remove the dead man that had y/n first till ginger got him. removing the unconscious guy that strangled her as well, deciding to take him to bruce and get information. so what their doing right now? looming over a unidentifiable jokers henchmen who’s head was caved in with blood all over the carpet with his brains spraying the walls with a bloodied baseball bat on the floor.

jason really went in on him. the clown mask made an indent from the brutal hits he gave him. it sticked closely into the man’s skull only leaving a shell. as you can see, y/n knows her husband is a violent vigilante, but she didn’t expect this to be honest. you can’t even see anything left of the henchman. y/n bits down on her thumb waiting for jason to say something instead of just staring at the body.

she takes in a deep inhale breath, her hand coming up to her throat feeling the soreness and throbbing from previously being strangled earlier this morning. the bruises were going to be a bitch to hide later. y/n quickly moves her hand away from her throat wiping it on her sweater she put on to cover the bruises from her neighbors. “okay, okay. we need to move the body now jay”, y/n says to her husband yet he still stayed silent.

y/n looks at him, only to be met with the same blank stare he had on the entire morning. using her index finger she gives him a slight poke on his bicep. “jay? jason?”, she calls to him.

ah shit. here he does it again.

damian rolls his emerald green eyes seeing his incompetent brother, looking down at his feet he sees the well trained pup he grew fond, ginger whined lowly sensing the low tension. pushing himself off from the wall, damian walks over to his sister in-law and his older brother.

he looks at his brother than at the dead body in front of them, damian’s foot kicks at the man’s side before scoffing away. “we need to leave now todd. if we don’t get moving who knows what will in greatly happens to your wife”, damian annoyingly tells jason who side eyed him. stomping away still clad in his robin costume damian sets himself down the stairs leaving the husband and wife alone.

pinching the skin between her eyebrows y/n sniffled ready to grab an arm and help her husband remove the body. now she wasn’t all aboard on the decision but she wanted to help her husband. “he’s right. come on jay, help me with him”, she grunts slowly getting down in a squat to grab the man. jason raised a single eyebrow in question.

“uh what are you doing?”, he asks her moving over to stop her actions of even touching the man.

y/n sighs, not ready to argue even after what just happened early this morning. “jay…not the time just help me with him”, she groans. her hand grips onto the cold hand of the clown masked man.

jason rubs his face in frustration along his hair, driving it messily. hairs sticking into different places now. “babe. babe. let me handle it”, he mutter lightly shoving her hands away from the cold body. y/n closed her eyes, feeling a wash of nausea and an odd wave of heat. the burning sensation from her stomach to her throat. her cheeks puff out with a gag, the back of her hand smacks against her lips. jason looked at his wife with worry, “y/n? hey you okay?”.

his scarred hand reaches out onto her back lightly rubbing it. swallowing the disgusting acidic bile creeping from her throat y/n nodded. a pit in her stomach. “yea…”, she says lightly gasping for some air.

now prepping herself on shaky legs like a newborn baby deer, a sense of dizziness washes over her. y/n groans at the feeling falling over on her right side only for jason mutter a ‘shit babe’ and grab her arm.

jason throws her arm around his waist to steady his pale-looking wife. “come on let’s go to the bathroom”, he says to her. quick but carefully he leads them to the their shared bathroom. he could hear her gagging and sounds of bile coming up but her swallowing it. he’s been there before. and it’s ass.

successfully leading the two of them in the bathroom without his wife throwing up her guts. jason gently laid her by the toilet, luckily a soft white rug sat near it.

lifting up the lid of the porcelain toilet y/n leaned straight into the toilet now letting out the acid and spicy un-digested food. a sound of slush smacks agains the bottom and of the water. she lets out gag than a hard cough, tears rolled down her cheeks. jay’s hand rubs up and down smoothly down her back watching her. her breathing is quick and loud, staring down at the chicken wings and root beer mess. sitting by the toilet for a full minute blankly staring at it. jason leaned down to make eye contact with her. “you done? want me to get you water?”, he whispers gently to her.

perfectly timing, y/n said “nope”.

and straight back into the porcelain toilet she vomits once again. this time is was more than the last. “sorry”, jason apologies as he had jinxed it.

y/n shakily reaches a hand up to the flusher, pressing firmly looking down at the food swirl down. “ew.”

she mutters, her vision clear but feeling more ill than ever. a sharp pain in her head signaling a newly formed headache. her index and middle finger rubs at the temples of her head. she really needed to lie down. “what’s wrong”, jason asks her.

he sits himself down next to her by the toilet. his comfort consists of rubbing her arm and back, leaning her body onto his still shirtless chest. “baby?”, he worriedly asks brushing away pieces of her messy hair. y/n shakes her head, grabbing a piece of toilet paper beside her to wipe the residue from the corners of her lips.

“i just need to lie down right now..”, y/n huffs. “maybe clean up too”, she continues on giving jason a little tap with her finger on his arm.

jason’s eyes softened at the sight of his sick wife. he’s never seen her like this not even when the flu comes. always brushing it off and continuing on working in the separate rooms that contained her art. already knowing she will fight with on this, jason nodded reluctantly.

“alright beautiful. come on let’s get you up. do you want me to take you to the bed?”, jason questions helping her back on her feet.

“no no im fine jay. you and damian handle it. you guys know better than I do anyways”, y/n sighs defeated. she slowly walks over to the sink, wanting to brush her teeth and overall clean up. turning on the faucet of the sink as water pours out, jason walks over to her looking at through the mirror. her hands cup into a bowl letting water flow out. she pressed her mouth fo her hands taking a sip swishing around her teeth and gums. before spitting out the dirty water.

jason looks up and down at her body, his heart drops every time his eyes land on the bruises that asshole gave her.

large hands wrap around her hip leaning in towards y/n and pressing a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “okay..I’ll check in on you later okay? once we’re done I’ll start packing our stuff and we’ll leave. okay?”, he explains to her. her body leans up to look at jason from the mirror, both of their eyes connecting. shutting her eyes to stop the dizziness, y/n reopened them giving him a small thumbs up. almost afraid if she talked more she would vomit again. jason pressed his lips into a tight smile, he moves away y/n giving her a slight pat on her butt now walking away from the bathroom.

y/n watched as jason leaves her alone. his head was down before he disappears closing the door behind him. she felt her shoulders droop down with a short exhale. cleaning herself up, y/n used her fingers to brush their her messy hair. looking somewhat presentable.

she bends down to the three white drawers under the sink, opening the bottom one quick to find some floss. until she froze.

and in her sight was a neatly organized pack, of pads and tampons.

a sense of dread and panic digs it’s way into her heart to her stomach once again. the sight made her gasp silently. thinking back to her last menstruation. her increased appetite earlier when she ate all of those chicken wings jason made. the feeling sick. the vomiting. and it all just happened. she hasn’t had any of the symptoms until jason came. the last time her and jason had sex, was…

“oh fuck…”, she panicks.

it’s now 10:24, and in those past few house all that jason and damian had done was removing the dead bodies of joker’s men. going to have to call someone about that. right now, jason scrubbed at the lighten color of the once darkened blood on the carpet flooring.

as jason scrubbed away furiously with different cleaning supplies, he starts to feel frustrated. thinking back to how in the fuck did joker find him and his wife. no way in hell someone followed him. he was always fucking careful. wasn’t he? lost in his train of thought still scrubbing, damian creeped up behind jason holding few pieces of jewelry in hand. in his gloved hands, is a necklace and some earrings. the ones y/n makes and sells to customers.

“you’re wife makes jewelry?”, damian asks his brother with some kind of snarky attitude.

turning his head towards where damian stood by the doorway of y/n’s ‘office’, jason narrows his eyes at his younger brother. glaring at him for a few seconds than he turns back to the blood stain.

“not just jewelry, she paints”, the older brother says to him with disinterest.

you may think, damian is probably being a dick to his sister in-law. he wasn’t. he was just curious. just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like an imbecile. his bold eyebrows raised at his brother turning his head to the dangling jewelry. interesting it was. wondering how they managed to afford this house besides jason.

damian curiously asks him, “why? i would imagine she would work at the gotham art gallery or at any fine jewelry store”.

“it helps her anxiety. and no, she doesn’t want those rich people bidding her art, says it’s stupid when you should appreciate and love the art the artist provides”, jason rambles on quoting y/n who would rant over and over when a random rich asshole would want to buy her art and say ‘it would look create for decoration’. only wanting to know her price and not her story.

‘eat the rich. fuck the rich. no offense babe’

her words echoing in his head when y/n angrily watched something on the news that made her feel a certain way. and of course, the ‘no offense babe’ directed at jason who looked at her with amusement.

hearing the quoting words from jason, damian looked rather impressed. his lips pursed with his bold eyebrows raised. “mhm. she sounds and looks quite opinionated”, damian sort of compliments his sister in-law. jason grinned, damn right she is. the blood was most of almost gone, deciding to just call someone to clean up jason stops his actions of cleaning. throwing the scrubbing tool beside him along with the rest of the cleaning supplies. feeling his bones crack as he gets up from the floor, jason pulls out his cell phone from his sweatpants pocket.

the light flashes at him, showing messages from dick and bruce a few hours ago when him and y/n were in the bathtub. the messages and calls were all glaring at him. he skims through the messages.

DICKHEAD

jay, you might want to come down here

it’s important.

you might know this woman.

jay?

pick up ASAP.

I’m not joking. jay?

dude pick up now.

B.

we need you down here.

Gordon has some questions.

it’s the JOKER.

the capitalized name sent a pit in his stomach as he read the messages. what about the joker? the clown already sent men on his wife. so what was it. why. why his wife? damian turned his attention away from the jewelry to see Jason’s hand clenched into a fist. one that looks like it could draw blood. and in his other hand, his phone. meaning he finally saw the messages grayson and his father had sent.

“i see you received the messages”, damian says unamused. his eyes narrowed daggers at him.

jason’s eyes darkened, he feels his breathing quicken in anger and fear. the grip on his phone tightens. “you knew? you knew and you didn’t say anything?”, jason lowly asks damian.

“you didn’t answer. of course I knew. like I told you father sent me to find you. not you’re wife. and firstly I didn’t know she was your wife until I did a slight snooping in the house and through her background check”, damian’s fist grips the jewelry smoothly putting them in his pocket.

that little shit.

his booming footsteps move to damian who stood his ground, “and yet joker is now after her. why?”.

damian shrugged his smaller broad shoulders unknown to the reason. “that is something we all have to discuss with father. I suggest you tell him who she is to you. father doesn’t like secrets”, damian raised an amused grin letting it fall after. jason really wants to strangle him now.

he, himself could feel a headache coming in. great now both him and his wife could be twins with headaches. his breathes frustrated through his nose with his mouth scrunched up, “okay..”, jason whispers. shoving his cell phone roughly to damian’s chest, he walks over to the bedroom door grasping the handle. “you call the contact name john. tell him ill send in the money today. call bruce and say we’ll be there this evening”, jason explains already opening the door. damian felt his eye twitch of being ‘bossed’ around even though he shouldn’t. he is thirteen almost fourteen for goodness sake. he was practically a man. rolling his eyes, he opens jason’s phone going through his contacts. “why do I always have to do it myself?”, he mutters annoyed under his breath.

laying on the cold morning bed was y/n who sprawled out like a star fish on both sides of the bed. only the side of her side was turned to her right for some air. she slept peacefully. only for her eyes to open when she heard the bedroom door open. ginger laid next to y/n with saddened eyes. walking in the room, jason sadly smiled at the sight of his wife and ginger cuddled up. he shuts the door carefully pacing himself to the bed. sitting on the edge of the bed since that was the only space y/n gave him.

y/n peeks from her one eye to see jason looking at her with a small smile. “hey baby, how you feeling?”, he asks her with whispered words. his hand rubs the back of her leg.

a rumbled groan in response to her husband who stifled a little laugh. “like poop. are we going?”, y/n asks him lazily lifting herself up by her elbows. “yea just need to pack some stuff than we leave”, about to get up to go inside the bathroom and closet y/n already had beat him to it with different duffel bags and luggage sitting by the bathroom door. “already did. now come on before more of those circus clown assholes comes back”, y/n says groggily.

shifting from the bed her legs swung over to the edge. now wearing a pair of jason’s favorite victoria secret leggings and an oversized black sweater with her hair thrown in a ponytail. she waddles tiredly to the door with ginger who quickly runs over to her side not giving jason a chance to say anything. deciding to go along with his wife’s choice, an long exasperated “alright..” carrying the large bags over.

“uh fuck that”, y/n says with a hint of sarcasm.

she looked at jason with fake amusement, her eyes open at the plan her husband just told her in the car. jason huffed at his wife’s attitude. damian was in the back with ginger who looked rather excited to be in the car. the pup loves car-rides. the young boy watches, back and forth as the two argued. “we don’t have anywhere else to go y/n”, jason says tiredly turning the steering wheel.

“so we can’t go to the safehouse?” “no, they might of found it by now”

y/n smacks her face harshly, her hand slides down from her eye down to her cheek feeling agitated. “so you want us, as me and you, to go to the Wayne manor and what tell them ‘hey bruce just letting you know I have a wife I never told you about. sorry bruce next time I’ll invite you for a real wedding’”, she says with a mocking jason’s deep voice.

jason snorted hearing her with a fake man voice. “more like we will invite alfred fo the quote on quote ‘real’ wedding babe”.

“may I ask why you chose not to tell us todd? im sure everyone would of been delighted to hear you settled down and not chose a tramp as a bride”, damian practically and almost innocently asks jason from the back seat. y/n perks up hearing the word ‘tramp’, her eyebrows furrowed before slowly turning to damian with an lively smile. “tramp? oh thank you damian for not thinking of me as such”, y/n thanked her brother in-law with her hand pressed against her heart.

the said brother-in-law lifted his eyebrow giving a curt nod not sensing the joke in her thankfulness. “oh you’re quite welcome l/n. unlike artemis, you are more well mannered and aren’t as barbaric as she is”, he bluntly says slow blinking at her.

y/n’s smile drops at an unknown name she wasn’t as familiar with expect only when jason would mention him and the outlaws.

feeling himself freeze as he drove…jason cringed. he could feel y/n’s head slowly turn to him like those creepy dolls. her heated glare had daggers stabbing him. y/n crossed her arms, leaning back against the seat. her eyebrows furrowed as she death stared at him.

ginger stopped looking at the window and at her mom who flared angrily at her dad. smelling the anger and the fear radiating off the two of them. the cute pup grumbled sounding like an ‘uh oh’. she knows that anger. the same one whenever she does something she isn’t supposed to. the dog scoots further next to damian who watched with a slight smirk.

the car stops at a red light in the busy city of gotham. citizens walk by and cabs speed past. you can feel the different types of air between open parts of gotham and with the city. jason taps his finger against the leather wheel, from the corner of his eye he could see an angry wife glaring at him. he turns his head to only jump at the sight. y/n slowly moved towards jason in her seat. “who is this Artemis, again jason? last time I remembered you said she was a co-worker”.

oh yea he’s fucked.

WAYNE MANOR, was fucking huge. it was the biggest house she has been to. and it was her father in-laws. she stands next to ginger, her fingers gripping the collar gently but played with the fabric. the front door was right there. getting out of the car was jason and damian would argued quietly. not quiet enough for y/n who could hear them bicker. “this is such a bad idea…”, she mumbled.

“it’s not a bad idea. you’re just scared to meet batman himself”, jason comes up from behind her. his hand resting itself on her hip pulling her along. y/n made a hesitant sound mixed with a fake laugh. “well when you know that batman is bruce wayne you practically share a family secret making me MORE a target”, she grits her teeth at jason with a fake smile. now moving up to the steps leading to the front door y/n feels more anxiously. her nails dug into jason’s arm.

before jason could even knock on the door, it opened itself. revealing the grandfather figure for jason, ALFRED PENNYWORTH. there was many times her husband would talk fondly about alfred. saying he was the most kindest, wisest man he ever knew. having a short amount of time with him was the best part along with bruce. even though till later on jason never went back to see them again. when he was full of anger and resentment. you could say now he was better. the same stoic look y/n always imagined him having, alfred looked down at y/n and jason with his hands behind his back.

“ah, master jason. it’s a pleasure to see you again after these past couple of days”, alfred greets him.

his full attention onto y/n who waved at him awkwardly and shrunk under his stoic look. “ah, and who might you be”, alfred asks her. immediately y/n cringed remembering that no one knows who she is at all. about to answer, damian pops up from behind them. “pennyworth”, the young boy greets the butler.

“ah there you are master damian. glad to see you have found master jason. do come in, i hope you three haven’t had any lunch yet”, he says leading all of them inside the huge manor.

and inside the insanely humongous manor, everything was so neat. and nice. and well expensive looking. ‘I’m too broke for this’, y/n thought inside of her head just by looking at everything. “I would assume you have your belongings are still in the car?”, alfred turns his body over with a whitened eyebrow raised.

“yea actually, and heads up alfie there’s a dude in the trunk. set him up for interrogation”, jason says taking off his leather jacket that was now folded than setting it down gently on the couch. not questioning the last of his sentence, alfred nods. what sounds like incoming voices from the left of the center of the manor, jason turned his head seeing it was dick and bruce who were conversing with low voices. “that is a big ass staircase”, he could hear y/n whisper to him pointing at the polished stairs in front of them.

approaching the room dick speaks with a hushed tone and moving his hands dramatically. all the while bruce stayed quiet listening to his eldest son talk. stopping in his tracks, bruce sees the same woman who’s face was plastered on the building last night made by the joker. “like why this- what?”, dick asks. quick to follow his stare, dick jumps up seeing jason and the woman with a dog by her side.

and damian would walked around the two before leaning off to the kitchen.

“jay! where you been? you get my texts?”, dick stride over to where jason stood. his hands moving up and down as dick questions him further on his whereabouts. the taller man closes his eyes, already just wanting to get to the problem here. “I sent like a crap ton of messages! and who is this”, finally knowledge that she was right there looking at one of her brother in-laws she had yet to meet till now.

“I would second that”, bruce says walking next to dick staring down at y/n who slightly cowered under him.

oh, god i feel like throwing up again… y/n could feel bile once again creeping up. she didn’t even eat so the possibility of her vomiting again was a 50/50. her hand subconsciously lands on her stomach rubbing it as she huffs her cheeks a bit. noticing this, jason picks her up in his arms fully. “babe?”, he asks her worriedly. y/n groaned softly waving him off. shit. jason immediately leads his wife away from everybody in seeing his wife overwhelmed. “okay let’s go to the kitchen, I got you”, he whispers into her ear. heading straight to the kitchen, ginger whined pawing at y/n’s leg. dick, alfred and bruce trailed behind the two of them.

jason carefully placed y/n beside the sink quickly turning it watching as the water flows. beside the sink was a dishes rack, a clean tall glass sitting there. he grabs before putting it under the sink water, waiting for the water to fill up the glass. pushing down the sink handle, jason hands her the water. y/n leans back with a disgusted look on her face. “from the sink really?”, she asks him.

his face deadpans at her comment, “drink the damn water”.

sighing she takes the water in her hands taking a slow long sip. feeling slightly better than earlier.

dick looking more confused than ever in seeing the interaction, he asks the million dollar question “so are you not going to tell us who she is or can I guess?”. jason glares at dick who raised up his hand in defense.

jason exhales, his hand back to rubbing y/n’s back knowing it sort of helps her. without looking at them he says, “she’s my wife”.

what sounded like a pin drop, dick had his mouth open in shock. bruce just had his arms crossed with an single eyebrow raised at jason. alfred looked a little surprised if he would say so himself. whether or not to believe it they never seen jason look more serious. especially displaying affection towards his said wife who was gulping down on sink water. they could see the wedding ring adorning her finger.

dick stuttered before huffing with a slight shocked chuckle, he turns his head towards bruce still had a cold look before turning towards y/n and jason. “I- you- welcome to the family?”, dick greets y/n with a timid smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! here is chapter three! I hope you all enjoy this! and huge thank you to everyone who has grown to love this. big smooch to you my loves! stay safe and chapter four will be on it’s way!

BINX