So I saw your ballet post and I was wondering if you could do Connor, Gavin, and Hank with an SO that pole dances? Like not a stripper just someone who dances. Love your work!
This was requested like 2 years ago maybe but here I am :)
- Watching his partner on the pole is such a mesmerising experience. Especially if theyâre human.
- Heâd think itâs beautiful either way but he knows humans have to use so much strength and to be able to make it look so elegant and effortless it astounds him.
- Connor thinks pole dancing is so beautiful he wants to learn a few tricks himself.
- Itâs a lot of fun teaching Connor moves and technique. Thereâs always a lot of laughter!
Gavin:
- Itâs not sexual. He knows itâs not but man it really gets him going.
- His partner looks so beautiful on the pole can you blame him?
- His partner will show him new things on the pole and Gavin without fail will always say something like:
- âI can totally do that!â (He totally couldnât)
- pole dancing isnât as easy as it looked and Gavin learnt the hard way.
Hank:
- Hank definitely pretends he isnât mesmerised whenever his partner is dancing but oh he could watch them for hours.
- Usually observes them from afar to not draw attention to himself and to let them do their thing
- always embarrassed when his partner catches him watching
- âNo honey I was just passing through you keep doing your uh, pole stuffâ
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Connor sees you as an obstacle to his mission, as you get on Hankâs nerves and distract him from his work when youâre irritated. In order to ensure smooth sailing, Connor resolves to teach you a lesson.
Connorâs risk analysis procedure was close to perfect. Data and statistics were constantly whirring away in the back of his skull, his processors always working away to predict and prevent unfavourable circumstances.
Right now, the computer inside his head was flaring red warning signs as you grumbled another off-handed comment in Hankâs vicinity.
Connor could handle the Lieutenant. He was volatile, but Connor had learnt, mostly, when to talk and when to shut up, to avoid confrontations that might stall the mission. He had the advantage of past experiences at his fingertips; able to recall them and analyse the behaviour.
You didnât have such sophisticated systems.
You should have known that directing your disgruntlement at Hank would result in a negative consequence, though.
âStop your fuckinâ bitching, (Y/n). God. Would it kill you to shut up about your issues for two seconds? Some of us have real problems to deal with.â
Connor knew how youâd take to Hankâs tone, and he stood, ready to jump into action. It was how he was programmed; wanting to move, act, instead of wait in the uncomfortable anticipation of your anger.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You turned, eyes ablaze with slowly growing fury, âI work my ass off every day to process the samples you bring in from the crime scenes, and suddenly thereâs an android who can do my job in two seconds flat just with his tongue.â
âIt takes me five seconds, on average, to process the samples,â Connor corrected, then regretted it as his risk analysis percentage jumped as you rounded on him.
I saw your bingo post. Please one bed trope with Connor is all that I need today!!!
A/n: I was hoping this one would get requested! I love it and I hope you enjoy <3 Updated bingo at the end!!!!! Original car here!!
Summary: You and Connor were assigned on a case that required you to leave town. Upon arrival at the hotel your department booked you realized there was only one bedâŚ
Warnings: gets kinda steamy here and there but nothing explicit
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You opened the door to your hotel, the station had provided it for this case, and began to look around. You set your duffel bag on the counter and pushed open the door to the bathroom. There was nothing inherently special about the room but you were excited to begin this case.
âWow,â you sighed, âitâs kinda cool here.â
The android hummed, âdid you review the case? Weâll be starting in the morning.â
âYup!â you said, running your hand over the dresser, âI did it on the ride here.â You glanced at the bed. It sat almost perfectly in the middle of the room, the edges of its pristine sheets tucked in. âOhâ
Connor sat at the desk, âis there something wrong y/n?â
âYeah, thereâs only one bed,â you pointed.
âThat shouldn't be a problem, I donât need to sleep like that,â he shrugged.
You pressed your lips together, âisnât it more comfortable laying down though?â
âYes, but I wouldnât want to make you uncomfortable.â
You stared at him for a moment, âalright⌠Iâm going to take a shower real quick.â
âOkay, Iâll review the case one more time before going into ârestâ mode.â You nodded and grabbed your bag, hurrying into the bathroom.Â
You took your shower quick and dried your hair. You stepped into the main room and saw Connor still sitting on the car. His eyes were closed and his LED was spinning blue. You hesitantly took a few steps closer and knelt next to him. He sat with perfect posture in the chair with his hands place in his lap. You tilted your head to the side and continued to observe him, each feature putting you into a trance. If you squinted you realized you could barely see the seams that ran along his body.
âY/n?â you jumped onto your feet and looked at him squarely. You had been so distracted that you didnât realize he opened his eyes, âis everything alright?â
âYeah- yup!â you cleared your throat, placing a hand on your chest, âI- um, Iâm going to sleep. Gânight.â You began to walk to the bed.
He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused, âUh, goodnight.â You tugged the top of the blankets free and scrambled under them, eager to get out of his sight. You could feel your heat beating out of your chest and was sure Connor could see it too.
You silently lay there as your heart rate slowed down, and your breathing, and your mind. You didnât realize you fell asleep until you shot straight up in bed. You were gasping as your eyes darted around the room, not yet used to the darkness.Â
Your eyes landed on a familiar light shining from the desk, âare you alright? You seem to have had a nightmare.â You didnât say anything, you only continued looking at him. Although it was more like for him, you could see the vague shape he was making but nothing else. âY/n?â he asked, slowly walking towards you.
âIâm okay,â you muttered, sleep still heavy in your voice, âit was just a stupid dream.â
âWill you be able to get some more rest?â
âProbably not,â you groaned.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â you shot him a confused look, âsometimes humans require comfort inorder to go back to sleep.â
âOh no- you donât have to,â you stammered, shaking your head.
âStaying up before a busy day will have negative affects on your health and on your ability to complete assignments.â
âIâll be fine, I don't need you to help.â
âI would like to if thatâs okay with you.â He smiled, artificial muscles flexing as he expertly tilted his head to the side.Â
âAre you sure?â you asked, he nodded eagerly, âthatâs fine i guess.â You tried to sound annoyed and reluctant although you were sure he could see through it. His LED flashed yellow as you slid to the other side of the bed. He began to climb in with you before you stopped him, âuh uh! First off you need to take off your shoes,â you pointed. You continues as he pulled them off, ânext, you need to take off your outer jacket.â
He looked at you out of the corner of his eye and smirked, âoh?â
âNot like that,â you felt your face flush and swatted at him, âwe just donât need you overheating or anythingâŚâ
âYou seem to be overheating,â he teased, pulling his jacket off and setting it on the night stand. He leaned forward and rested his cool hands on your cheeks, âbut itâs not like youâre wearing muchâŚâ
You placed your hands on his wrists, âitâs these blankets-â
âYour hands are cold, you canât fool me,â he laughed, quietly, almost to himself.
âI thought you wanted me to go back to sleep,â you muttered, âyouâre only keeping me up.â He cast you a lopsided frown, sticking his bottom lip out.
âFine, I guess Iâm done for now,â he released your face and stepped off the bed.Â
âGood,â you watched as he adjusted his shoes so that they were neatly next to the bed. Once he finished he climbed under the covers.
There was a lot of shuffling before both of you had found a comfortable position facing each other, âis there anything else that would bring you comfort?â
Honestly, you couldnât even remember the nightmare, âno, this is alright.â
âOkay.â He watched as you fell asleep and waited a few hours before moving as he didnât want to wake you. He shifted so that he was resting on his back. It was easier to go into rest mode without having to worry about balancing. He glanced at you one more time before allowing himself some more rest.
You woke up slowly, Connor made sure not to startle you awake, ây/n itâs time for you to wake up.â You groaned and stretched. Just as you were about to complain about five more minutes you realized you were on top of him. You quickly lifted yourself up so that you were hovering over him.
âUm, sorry about that,â you awkwardly laughed, moving to get away from him.
He held your waist, keeping you close, âitâs fine, I did offer to help you get rest last night.â You watched as his eyes flickered to your lips. His LED spun yellow.
âDo you wish we didnât get any?â you teased breathlessly.
It flashed red as his eyes met yours, âkinda,â he huffed.
You leaned forward until your lips were right next to his ear, âwell that just sucks doesnât it?â you whispered. You rolled off him and began picking out your clothes for the day, âYou should get ready too, although I love the look, I donât think the others would appreciate seeing you with bed head.â
Connor finds out youâre into dirty talk and manages to slip it into your conversations at work.
A/n:Â this is one of my old fics from wattpad that iâm posting here to keep safe!
You couldnât have anticipated it if you had been an android with the capabilities of judging the probability statistics. Couldnât have dreamed it up if you tried. But one fateful morning, when the caffeine in your piping coffee hadnât yet hardwired your brain into work mode, his lips had grazed your ear like a passing breeze, his non-existent breath fanning a phantom chill down the side of your neck.
âYour place or mine?â
It had startled you, but being half asleep you had reacted slowly, turning around the see Connorâs face, his lips barely tugged into a half-cocked smile.
âExcuse me?â You stammered, trying to get your mind to process what information had just slid into it like a freighter truck with broken brakes.
âWould you prefer for the witness to stay at your apartment or mine?â Connor continued. âThe witness protection, remember? The safe house has been compromised.â
âOh,â you blew out a hot breath, âright.â
âYes. As I was saying, my quarters are not exactly suited to human living, as I donât have the appropriate amenities, but I understand if you would feel uncomfortable housing a witness in your own home.â
You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. Slowly the world was also waking around you, with officers perking up in their chairs, also feeling the artificial energy hit.
âThereâll be a watch on 24/7 no matter where the witness is staying, right?â
âRight.â Connor nodded.
âThen I donât mind if they stay at my place.â You answered.
Connorâs learning how to use a mobile phone while the Cyberlife servers are down for maintenance. Itâs easy enough for an android to figure out, but heâs getting caught up on using the camera function to send you photos of the parts of him he knows you like.
You were a sarcastic person. It was something Connor initially struggled to grasp as an android who took everything literally. But, as you spent more time together at work, he was beginning to learn.
That all went out the window when he got a phone.
Youâd received the first text on an average Tuesday night. You were enjoying takeout on the couch, binging a new show your friend had convinced you to watch.
Hello (Y/n). This is Connor. You can contact me through this number if you need me.
You smiled at the perfectly punctuated, formal message. You replied back in a much more relaxed manner.
Hey Connor good to know
You saved his number and thought nothing more of it as you put your phone back down, returning your attention to your lonely dinner. That was until a minute later your screen lit up with a notification from him. There were no words in the preview, the message simply telling you he had sent 1 attachment.
Curious, you paused your show, almost choking on your food as you unlocked your phone. It was a mirror selfie, most of his face cut out apart from his lips and chin. The focus of the image were his hands, one holding his phone with the flash going off, the other flexed, fingers curled into his tie. Each tendon was emphasised by the shadows of the photo, the promise of power in the roadmap of those raised veins.
A trio of bubbles indicated that he was writing an accompanying message.
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Synopsis : You canât stand Bruce Wayne. His smug face, his condescendence, his dumb ideas for the company, his nonchalance, you just canât stand the man ! But when youâre stuck with him during a hostage situation, your entire perception of who he really is changes andâŚ
âThe Embraceâ - by Ron Hicks. This is one of my favorite painting for many reasons, and it fits the mood of this story I believe :).Â
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It was all over the news.
âThe prodigal son returns : Bruce Wayne becomes CEO of his parentsâ company after coming home to Gotham. Where was he all those years ? Rumors of his non-stop partying in Europe confirmed ? To learn more, turn to page 7 and-â
One day, things were going as usual at work. The next, your worst nightmare came in. And he took the shape of a handsome playboy billionaire.
Is there a word to describe the opposite of âclickâ ?
Clash. Fail. Flop. Flunk. âGoing down like a lead balloonâ.
All of those and more applied. And it was instant. Visceral.
He came in all arrogant and smug, greeting people as if he owned the place (which he did but that wasnât the question, the guy was just barely coming in after he left for years, uncaring of what happened to his parentsâ work !). Flirting overtly with every single woman, and trying to charm every man. The kind of person you either want to be with, or want to be period.
And here you were. Completely unreceptive to it all. Trying really hard not to roll your eyes at his every move, not to antagonize him at every turn. Trying to not openly be sarcastic as it was slowly becoming obvious he didnât know anything about what was going on in his âownâ company.
You couldnât stand this type of person. You didnât even need to know more about him to get a feel at who he was. Just the way he stood, the way he smiled (that fake smile that didnât reach his eyes), the way he talked.
You left the room after you were formally introduced to him, frustrated as hell. What ? He was going to be your boss now ? You had enough with entitled rich bratsâŚ
He left the room just as frustrated. Who was this person who pointed out his every flaw so openly ? Oh because he definitely saw through all your little snarky comments everyone else didnât seem to notice. Nobody ever did that to him. Except maybe Alfred. Â
You both were too quick to judge, but there was no mistaking what happened : you two were not going to get along.
Ohh for the bird brains event, how about a meet-cute with Damian at a Wayne gala/charity event? Reader could be on the wait staff or a party guest, whichever you prefer!
this turned out kinda weird BUT iâma roll with it. i hope you like it babe!
fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library
featuring damian wayne x reader ( f! )
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning Damianâs been aged up to about 19 in this, heâs a little rude and demanding, but no real warnings.
summary this was supposed to be an easy gig to make some extra cash, but you canât help but notice Damian Wayne wonât stop staring at you.
word count 1.9k / mini musing
attention do not repost or translate, even with âcreditâ. just donât do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.
bird brains writing event !!
this had been a good idea in theory.
youâd always wondered what the Wayne Charity Galas were likeâ of course, youâd always imagined seeing them through the eyes of a guest, and not a waitress serving drinks to the sloshed socialites. still, when your roommate told you sheâd gotten the job for the two of you, it had been hard to turn down. one of those opportunities that donât just fall out of the sky for everyone, and the lucky ones must snag them whilst they can.
however, you underestimated just how much booze the .1% could consume in an evening. traipsing back and forth across the ballroom in a constant duck and weave routine to avoid twirling couples, you would get to one side of the party, only to find your tray of champagne completely barren, and would have to trounce back into the kitchen for more.
and, of course, there was the uniform. you felt like a penguin, clad in a black and white romper that was so tight to your body it was giving you a perpetual wedgie. the neckline felt gratuitous in its dip, as did the sleek, black pumps that were murdering your poor feet.
moreover, you could feel a pair of piercing eyes on you every time you made another round. he was posted near the corner, arms crossed and had been wearing the same scowl since youâd first walked in. you knew who he was because of course you did, but you couldnât find the nerve to actually meet his gazeâ keeping your eyes fixed at the flutes balanced on your crystalline tray, instead. why was he glaring so hard? did you really look so out of place? or maybe it was the sheer ridiculousness of your outfit that he was looking at with disdain. but, if that were the case, why did you feel his stare on your face, as if he were trying to catch your gaze? moments felt like hours as you prayed the remaining glasses would disappear faster so you might have a reason to escape to the back again, but it seemed like Lady Luck was having too much fun in watching you stand there, blushing like a fool, trying not to look like you knew he was staring at you.
you fix your eyes to the dance floor, crowded with gorgeous women in gaudy gowns and dazzling jewels and their dapper companions, twirling and dipping them. it was almost like something out of a fairytale, a royal ball where every manâs suit probably cost more than your dented, little Camry parked outside. for a moment, you try to imagine what it might be like to be there, instead of on the sidelines, serving drinks. was it fun? freeing?
âDo you even know how to ballroom dance?â it was a curt question that comes from your left, cutting through your daydream and pulling you back to reality.
it takes you a moment to realize Damian had stepped up beside you, but now that you were aware of his closeness, you couldnât think of anything else. the warmth of his figure, the softness of his suit, and the hints of sandalwood and vanilla in his cologne. âUm⌠no, not really.â you replied, bashfully looking towards your feet, âJust what Iâve seen on, like, The Princess Diaries.â you tried to chuckle, to make a joke of it, but he didnât reciprocate. your awkward laugh hangs in the otherwise silent air and you force yourself not to roll your own eyes. what a lame attempt. you clear your throat, looking at your nearly empty tray. three left. just three.
âDance with me.â
three words that had you blinking incredulous, unsure if youâve heard him properly as your attention is directed towards him. heâs staring at you again, eyebrow quirked, both arms folded over his chest and his clear eyes were narrowed. did he look this angry all the time?
âWhat?â
âI donât like to repeat myself.â
blinking again, you zip your tiers for a moment, and thatâs when his hand stretches out, palm up, practically commanding you to take it. and you want to, but your hands are full. âIâ Iâm working.â you offer, sheepish, just as the last flute is plucked from your tray. youâre supposed to rush back and get another round, so you hug the tray close to your chest.
âClearly. But I didnât ask, did I?â
âWhat if I⌠get in trouble?â
Damianâs gaze hardened, his fingers barely twitching. âYou wonât.â
you look down at his hand, and then back up to his face, stoic and expecting you to accept, but you canât bring yourself to abandon a wage and make a fool of yourself in front of Gothamâs Elite. âIâm really sorry, Mr. Wayne. But I need to⌠uhâŚâ gesturing over your shoulder, you took a couple of steps back, bumping into a gentlemanâs back and sputtering an apology before you turned and hurried towards your roommate. maybe you could walk back with her. she sees you coming, a partial smile forming on her face until she sees the tense expression on yours. you grasp her arm pulling yourself close to her whilst your footsteps fall into a rhythm with her own.
âHey! Were you just talking to Damian Wayne?â she asks; she sounds starstruck at the mere prospect. âWhat did he say to you?â
you sighed, âHe⌠asked me to dance with him.â you pause, before shaking your head. âWell, demanded I dance with him, actually.â
her countenance screws into bemusement, âAnd you didnât?â
those three words made you feel ashamed; perhaps you shouldâve. you frown, indignant, and gesture to the tray in your hands. âNo, Iâm a little busy, remember?â
âYeah but, come on, you canât just reject Damian Wayne.â
why not? you wanted to ask. what the hell made him so special, other than his family name, anyways? what gave him the right to talk to anyone the way he did to you? you reach the door to the kitchen, only for her to stop in her tracks, putting a halt in your step as well.
âOh, my god, heâs coming over here!â
âWhat?â you donât look, you canât, because your face is already on fire with another blush.
âHeâs coming over here!â she repeats, giddy, and urges you to turn around. âGood evening, Mr. Wayne!â she gushes. you follow her lead, sheepishly glancing back up at him. his eyes are just as hard cut, as if carved from diamonds, and his brows are knit together. he doesnât even acknowledge your roommate, heâs much too busy glaring at you. making you feel two feet tall. you shrink beneath his stare.
you half expected him to tell you to get lost; after all, he couldâve kicked you out of the party, couldnât he? but, he doesnât. his hand shoots out, wrenching the tray from your grip with a swift snatch, and he tosses it on top of your roommateâs empty tray in her arms, which she catches and holds tight, watching with big eyes. your heart is beating like a drum, and you swear he can hear it. but Damian doesnât say a word. his stone features fixed on you, he grasps your wrist, tight, and drags you to the dance floor. he was determined to get this dance. you stumble along behind him like an uncertain puppy dog, looking around. âMister Wayne, I really shouldnâtâŚâ
âItâll only be one dance.â he says, matter of factly, pulling you close to his body. you hit his surprisingly solid chest with a huff of surprise, blinking. impressive.
âEveryoneâs staring at us.â you mumble, sheepish, feeling gazes of disapproval. you mustâve looked hilariously out of place out there, stumbling, clad in a serverâs pantsuit, amidst the modelesque women in their long gowns and sparkling gems.
âSo?â
âSoâŚâ you exhale, incredulously, âyou might be used to that but Iâm more of a fade in the background type of girl.â
Damianâs eyebrow arches, both hands firmly taking hold of your waist. âSo then only look at me.â he commands, and you find yourself compelled to obey, eyeline drifting back to his. you reach up, carefully bringing your hands together at the nape of his neck. âAnd let them fade into the background.â you give a little nod, and he takes the lead.
your steps are clunky at best, and the heels werenât helping, but instead of allowing yourself to overhear what the other guests had to say about your lack of skill, you simply watched Damian. his eyes would lock with yours every now and then, but mostly he studied your face, as if examining every pore. you noticed he didnât even flinch when you stepped on his toes, which you did quite a bit. âSorry.â you whisper, face heated.
âI knew you couldnât dance already,â he replies, almost flippant.
âThen why did you want toââ
âBecause youâre the only one here I want to dance with.â Damian cuts you off, holding you close to his body. whilst the other couples had fallen back into their own waltz, and their partners twirled them, you noticed Damian was holding you too tight to do that. as if he didnât want to let you go, even for a second. âIf that means you trip over my feet a little, Iâm willing to deal with it.â
it takes you a moment to realize your mouth is hanging open, and you close it promptly, feeling flushed. what could you say to that?
âI kinda feel like Iâm one wrong step away from breaking my ankle in these things.â you admit halfhearted, glancing towards your feet. whilst his move with such certainty, yours are awkward and unsteady. you give a little, awkward chortle.
Damian leans closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. âI wonât let you fall. Iâve got you.â
there was something about him that was oddly charming. sure, he was incredibly blunt and, honestly, pretty rude, but when he ensured that heâd keep you upright, you believed him. and you felt a wave of relief washing over you. you hug closer to him, giving in to the urge to rest your cheek against his chest while you sway in tandem. his heartbeat was steady; in contrast to your thumping one, he seemed cool and collected. you wished he could give you pointers.
âWhat happens when the song ends?â you ask, almost fearful to do so. this already felt like some lucid dream that you might wake up from at any moment, the last thing you wanted to do was hurry it along. âWill you still have me?â
for a moment, Damian says nothing. his fingers lock at the small of your back, his chin resting atop the crown of your head. finally, when youâre ready to kick yourself for asking, he responds. âYes. For as long as I can.â
headcannon that jason always has a spare room ready for any of his siblings in your shared apartment.
so when you had asked him he wanted to stop going to safe house to safe house or climbing in and out of your small studio apartment. he immediately said yes and started sending you listings to apartment after apartment every second of the day and even facetiming you every now and then during patrol when he sees a building going up or a for sale sign.
the two of you finally went house hunting and he was honestly like a kid in a candy store, asking questions about amenities work, if animals are allowed, parking, he was a full blown homeowner at this point.
once the two of you settled on an apartment, it ended up bigger than the two of you even wanted but it stayed within budget. 3 full bedrooms and baths, walk in closest, and a beautiful kitchen which sent the two of you wild, it was perfect mix of modern and homey, something jason never had before he found you.
a home.
and jason couldnât be happier.
he was going furniture shopping, calling you often and asking how exactly you wanted everything to be set up (he never really had a good eye for decorating, have you seen his safe houses?)
he wanted large couches because even though he claims his siblings annoy him and he would be better off without them, he doesnât mean it, and he wants room for his family to be at HIS home with HIS soulmate.
but jason did make it a priority, it didnât matter what you wanted or said, he wanted one of the extra rooms to be for his siblings. no one used it for anything else but them.
he picked the whole room out himself and he had never been prouder (except of his reading ďżźnook that he had in the corner of your master bedroom, he showed everyone the work he did). he picked out the bed, brought timmy to get a mattress and they agreed on one, painted the walls, and stocked the bathroom with the usuals, shampoo, face wash, first aid kit, extra anesthesia, ya know the normal things everyone has in their guest bathrooms.
he always kept the room neat and clean, changing the sheets and vacuuming the carpet every week, never openly offering it to his siblings but they all knew that it was open for them at all times. ďżź
the first time timmy stayed over he was over the moon, of course he only expressed that to you not to his kid brother. he cooked timâs favorite meal (was very bummed when he didnât come out when dinner was called) but he kept it warm for him whenever he decided to come out.
he waited from 5 pm to around 9, worried sick as to why tim hadnât come out of the guest room yet. he didnât know if he got sick, hurt, or crashed finally from the caffeine jay watched him consume during patrol the night before.
finally mustering up the courage and knocking down the walls of âiâm a tough manâ act, jay finally grabbed the warm plate of spaghettini and gently peaked into the spare room seeing his younger brother working too hard on Wayne Enterprises bullshit (thankful he wasnât the one who inherited the company as a teenager).
jay looked back at you with a smile, nodding that his kid brother (both of your favorite sibling of the many bruce wayne had adopted, well yours is obviously jason, timâs a close second) was perfectly fine and he watched as you headed back to the two of yours bedroom, book in hand now waiting for your soulmate to eventually saunter back to spend time with you.
and of course jay annoyed timmy for hours after that, eventually getting him to eat, stop working, and thankfully sleep, and you could swear that jason slept with a smile on his face that night.
since then tim spend most of his time at your home, most of the time because he genuinely loves you and jay and your home, but other times because of fights with bruce or breakdowns he canât have, or just for some quiet, something you and jay love endlessly, quiet.
after a while damian would come in between the visits of tim. he always said he just needed quiet or a place to think and draw without intrusions but what he really means is he loves hanging out with his big brothers partner, who actually paints with him and loves his animals (you take him to shelters and museums every time heâs free and at your home). but he also loves his brother (he will never admit that aloud) but he loves jays food and hanging out with him, if it be silence of speak just eating and watching tv, or having heated debates about books, help with homework (which dami will never admit he needs) or even going to get new ear piercings and books.
then cass started coming, she got the second spare bedroom that you had just decorated simply with decor and furniture from your old studio apartment. but that style changed as cass started to stay more and more and soon stef was coming with her after patrol and the third bedroom became theirs. purple and black with posters and flowers across the whole room on stefâs side, knifes and weapons laid on the dresser in cassâs side but lots of comics and school work on the desk too. (cass also has been loving the baby pink color and sage green so thatâs been making appearances).
then of course lastly dick and duke started to come, more so for movie nights and adventures or anytime after patrol. dick really only sleeps on the couch because jay couldnât fit a third bed in the room where tim and dami normally sleep. this three bedroom house is now housing at least 6 people and 5 different beds for the people to choose from. duke will normally take the couch as well unless tim or damian decides to actually sleep at their own house for once, then he grabs the spare bed.
but dick and duke tend to come less often, dick goes through phases (mainly because the two of you are best friends and when he visits gotham he ends up loosing track of him and just crashes at yours) and duke enjoys the manor, especially as everyone is now in your house more time than not.
of course jay and you need a break so heâll close the doors for a few days, the longest was a month. he explains that you and him need some time and all of his siblings respect that no issue. they all go back to their mad house until jay sends a short sweet text saying âitâs a goâ to the group chat and they all come back to the silence that is apartment.
there are no fights or drama at jays place, itâs always calm and everyone gets along (leading bruce to almost selling the manor because the energy or feng shui is off so it makes everyone crazy; everyone yelled at him and damian threatened him and the thought was suddenly *poof* from bruceâs head.)
jason loves having everyone there and he loves that you and him are the ones to provide it. he feels like heâs apart of the family again after everything heâs been through and with all the work with the outlaws that he thinks has been spreading him from the bats (not on purpose, which is why it makes him sad) and when he tells you that, gosh your heart swelled so it barley fits in your chest.
and donât worry, roy, donna, and bazaro spend time there as well. the outlaws have a monthly sleepover with you and jay, no other siblings.
but jay never thought he could be so happy, but he is and truthfully he canât stop smiling.
*Didnât proof read so please excuse any spelling mistakes!
You stood patiently waiting as your cup filled almost to the top, the white walls of the hospital felt too familiar as your coffee poured down your throat once youâd finished pouring it.
The sound of the tannoy and Nurses rushing round, the sound of babies crying in the distance. The slight sound of sirens outside.
âDo you think these hurt?â Jason asked you as he held up a flyer about rectal exams. You chuckled as you shrugged a little.
Jason went back to checking all the flyers as you sat next to him, once again pouring the coffee down as a distraction from your nerves.
âHow long does labour last usually?â Jason asked you, you turned to face him.
âDependsâ
Your Sister in law had gone into labour over 8 hours ago, you both drove up from Gotham City to visit in the hopes to see your new nephew.
âBabe, I have something to ask, or rather suggestâ Jason spoke, looking at you.
You turned fully to face him as he took your hands in his, covering yours entirely as Jasonâs hands are much bigger than yours.
âWe have a spare room, itâs sitting there going to waste now that your little brother has gone to Europe. I think we should do something with itâ Jason proposed, you looked at your Husband a little confused.
âDo what with it exactly?â You asked, Jason chuckled as he leaned in.
âMaybe turn the spare room into something else, like say a Nurseryâ Jason continued, your eyes widened.
âYou want us to try and have a baby?â You asked, Jason only nodded as he smiled softly at you.
You kissed him as you pulled him in for a hug, Jason was never the type to talk about your future. He was never the type to mention children, you were also a little indecisive if you wanted them or not, but no doubt you do love them.
âSurpriseâ your older Brother smiled as he walked to where you two were with his new born Son in his arms.
You gasped in surprise as your face lit up and tears appeared in your eyes. Jason also smiled brightly.
âY/n, Jason, Iâd like you to meet your nephewâ your brother spoke, you stood up as your brother handed his baby boy to you.
âHiâ you said with a shaky voice as you looked down to see your new nephew, your Brother placed a hand on his Sons head.
âThis Dylan, Dylan this is your Aunt y/nâ
Jason sat watching as you and your brother cooed over the baby, you then walked over and handed the baby to Jason too.
âI think Uncle Jason needs to say helloâ you smiled as Jason softened in the face at the sight of his nephew.
Your brother threw his arm around your shoulders as you settled into his touch.
Some time passed and Dylan was shown off to everyone in the family, including your little Brother who was in Austria at the time.
Jason sighed as he lay on his back on your shared bed, feeling tired from his day.
âHey good lookingâ Jason called out as you walked into the bedroom.
âHey youâ you smiled, walking over to the bed and sitting on top of Jason.
Jason placed his hands on your waist as he sat up a little, smiling deviously as he began to kiss at your neck.
âBeen thinking about what you said, we should turn the spare bedroom into a Nursery. We might want to start soonâ you spoke, Jason looked at you as you looked deep in his eyes.
âSo soon? Wanna start practicing making a kid?â Jason laughed, you smiled.
âDonât think we need to practice anymoreâ you said, Jason went wide eyed as he clocked on what you were saying.
âY/n, are you pregnant?â Jason asked, emotion undetectable in his voice.
âYeahâ
Jason pulled you in for a hug as he began kissing your face all over. Then rolling you onto your back so he could begin kissing your tummy.
âIâm so happyâ he muffled into your bare skin, you smiled as your ran your fingers through his hair.
Laying together in this position all night as Jason held you, head laying on your abdomen.
Itâs no secret Jason has a dark past and no secret Jason often thinks he doesnât deserve the life he has. It is also no secret that Jason loves you, and will now love the new addition to his family even more.
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Summary: Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool; But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Pairing: Jason Todd x reader (+Damian appearance)
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Language?
AN: thank you all for the support on Angel Babyâ¤ď¸ itâs really really appreciated.
Jason tilted his head back until he felt the cold brick against his skull. Relief flooded as he closed his eyes, the irritation diminishing.
He exhaled deeply, the smoke leaving his lungs. With his knees up, forearms propped on top, he tapped his fingertips against his knee. He was sure ashes were falling onto his clothes.
YN wouldnât like the smell. Heâd have to change when he went back in. Maybe he shouldâve stayed in his Red Hood gearâ perhaps it wouldnât have held the smell like his hoodie would.
No; He hadnât wanted to stay in that gear for another minute, much less fifteen.
He had been freezing when he came homeâ wanting nothing but the comfort of sweatpants and his girlfriend. But he needed to take his edge off first, or else heâd stay up all night. Tossing and turning.
YN had work in the morning.
Luckily, he had early patrol this week. He was actually home at a decent hour; He was able to spend time with her.
His tired eyes cracked open, sliding across the sparse view from the fire escape.
A pair of booted feet dropped down onto the metal platform. Nearly silent.
âAre you going to stay out here all night?â Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jason sighed through his nose, taking another drag of his cigarette before cutting his eyes back over to his brother.
âAre you gonna stop dropping by my apartment unannounced?â He rebutted, flicking the ash away.
He wondered how long Damian had been perched on the rooftop, waiting for him to move. Jason was already twelve minutes inâ on his second cigarette.
He had gotten antsy and deviated from his plan of waiting Jason out. Dropped down anyways.
âThose arenât healthy.â Damian stated, nodding to the stick between his fingers.
âGee, thanks.â Jason droned sarcastically, tilting his head to blow smoke in the opposite direction. âWhy are you here?â
âI have business with YN.â
The older boy rolled his eyes, a soft âtchâ coming from his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his free hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the roots.
âYouâre like twelve.â Jason met his brotherâs eyes in a blank stare. âJust say you wanted to see her.â
Damianâs face warmed, despite the chill that had settled in over the atmosphere as night set in over Gotham.
âDidnât you stop smoking months ago?âDamian wrinkled his nose, eying him suspiciously. âDoes YN know youâre out here?â
Jason rolled his eyes. The only person the little brat had to get along with would be his girlfriend. Whether the cause be cosmic karma or just Damian trying his damndest to annoy him.
âIâll throw you from this fire escape.â He threatened.
Damianâs left brow lifted. After staring at Jason for an unprecedented amount of time, he finally huffed before ducking through the window. His cape smacking Jason in the face.
Jason growled, every neuron of his brain telling him to reach in, grab the little jerk, and hold him by his underwear off the platform.
It would upset YN, but how much was he willing to undergo the silent treatment?
Damian made sure his steps were loud enough to alert Yn. As brilliant as she was, she was still a hopeless civilian. The tiniest of squeaks could go by unnoticed.
He was sparse in his evaluation of the apartmentâ it rarely changed form, as both Jason and YN were far too comfortable to actually change any aspect of the living quarters.
As usual in the apartment, Jason had books strewn about. Most were face down, still open. Others were stacked and piled on any flat surface available. Blankets were piled on the sofa, where a basket of unfolded laundry also sat.
Damian grit his teethâ nearly bursting a blood vesselâ at the sight of the coffee table. Pieces of his red hood armor sat out in the open, along with multiple handguns and knives.
Didnât he understand the simple concert of vigilante and secret?
He tried to smooth his expression over as he approached the kitchenâ where he could hear soft humming and the clank of glassware.
âHey, Damianâ everything okay?â YN asked. She lifted the glass measuring cup to the light, squinting at the linesâ bringing the cup closer to her face.
Damian frowned; She needed glasses. If he pointed it out again, she would just brush him off again.
Stubborn as a mule.
âFine.â He replied, disinterested as he pulled a barstool out. Plopping down, his eyes glued to Ynâs actions. âYour boyfriend is smoking on the fire escape.â
YN exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head at how fast Damian was to snitch on his brother to her. It had been discovered that when it came to her, the boy was always looking to start a hate campaign against Jason.
Because YN deserved way better than Jason Todd, and Damian was not shy to hold his opinion to himself.
âBetter than inside.â She assured him. Damianâs brow lifted suspiciously.
âYouâre letting him do it?â
YNâs movements slowed, her lips pursing. Damian saw her swallow her first thought, keeping it quiet.
Even though Jason âforbadeâ him from doing it, Damian still looked up a background on the girl when she first came around the Manor. She and Jason had been dating for five months before her first visit.
He didnât really care what Todd had to sayâ he was running a background on her.
He wasnât sure of what exactly he had been expecting, but what he found wasnât it.
Two restraining orders issued on a pair of brothers, several pages of wellness checks by the police (all which ended with the officers being escorted off the property with no other words being exchanged).
Her medical records were also chock full of âaccidentsâ.
So Damian had a pretty clear idea of why she rarely spoke her mind. That was something he assumed Jason was working on with her.
âHeâs had a rough week.â YN excused, her brow creased as she stirred her dry ingredients together.
âThat is enabling behavior.â
Okay, so he was also working on it with her.
Heâd never admit it. Not even in front of God Themselves.
YN exhaled a short laugh, her face warming exponentially. It was pathetic that a twelve year old had more self worth than she didâ even worse that he was teaching her to be better.
âOkay. Iâll talk with him about it.â She murmured, keeping her eyes low. Damian hummed, content for now. âWhatâs going on, Shortstack?â
âFather enrolled me in an extracurricular.â He announced, crossing his arms and propping his elbows on the counter before him.
âWhat is it?â
Damian never understood why YN was such an apt listener. Even to the most boring of conversations.
He would hate to see her in a gala situation. She would be stuck for days.
Not that Todd would ever bring her to one, but should he ever, he would have to stick close by her. Nothing to do the fact that he would actually enjoy it for once. Of course not.
âFencing.â
YN paused at the venom behind a single word; She tossed a glance over her shoulder at the young boy. His brows furrowed and a look a genuine dissatisfaction on his features. Damian habitually had a hint of that face permanently.
âDid you want to do that?â
âI am already the best in the class.â Damian droned. The words were supposed to be good words, but his voice made them seem depressing. His eyes cut over to hersâ narrowed and annoyed. âWeâve had two lessons.â
âYouâre bored, then?â
âExtremely.â
âDid you say any of this to him?â She asked, keeping her focus on her task. This was always the best way to obtain information from nearly all the Wayne boys. Coaxing information without direct confrontation. Anything to make them feel less vulnerable. Except Dickâ he spilled secrets without a second thought. âWhat other choices did you have?â
âThereâs⌠â Damianâs voice instantly perished, his throat closing and keeping the thought locked in. His face warmed uncomfortably. He cleared his throat before trying his luck. âI was interested in taking⌠piano classes.â
A beat of silence fell over the kitchen.
Just the noise of YN scraping what seemed to be a pie crust out onto a pile of flour.
A small seed of anxious doubt buried itself at the apex of his heart. Worming its way through the muscle.
He put too much trust in her, he shouldnât have spoken. It wasnât too late to snap at her and leave the apartment. He couldâ
âThereâs nothing wrong with piano, Damian.â YN spoke up, once she realized he was awaiting her response.
For all his eccentricities and independence, Damian was still just a boy. YN, while she never babied him, spoke to him as such. Encouraged him to delve into his own interestsâ something other than the League or Robin or Batman.
She was having better luck than Bruce, at least.
âI donât know how Father will react.â He cautioned.
YN clicked her tongue softly, nodding her head. She had learned long ago that Damian had many facades for many different occasions. He was very good at pretending and acting indifferent. Especially when it came down to his fatherâs approval.
âJust explain your thoughts. If he has a problem with it, tell him to come see me.â
Damian hummed, the corner of his mouth tugged uncontrollably.
It was the closest YN had ever gotten to a smile.
The closest anyone had ever gotten from him.
âYou cannot fight Father, YN.â He decided, shaking his head. âYou will lose.â
She laughed, wiping her hands off before crossing the room. YN pulled the chair out right beside his, scooting it over to give him his space.
Then she laced her fingers together and leaned her forearms against the table.
With her attention solely on him now, Damian could feel the shift. He often felt that shift with her; Where her attention was on him and him only. It always made him feel like he was the only person in the worldâ like Gotham could be in flames outside at that moment, but she wanted to hear every detail about his day.
No wonder Todd had an ego the size of North America.
âPoint is, sometimes two can be better than one. Make sense?â
âI suppose.â Damian agreed. YN smiled warmly.
It almost made him want to smile back. He would have, had the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. A soft noise in the next room ripping him out of the falsified world YN had smothered his senses in.
In the next moment, Jasonâs broad shouldered form came striding through the doorway. He had stripped off his hoodie, down to his t shirt; Forearms on display, as well as the scars that laced his skin.
âHey, babe, weâve gotta start closing those windows. Weâre getting cockroaches in here.â Jason swatted at Damianâs ear, keeping his body out of the boyâs range.
It didnât stop him from leaping out of his chair, nearly fuming. Jason snorted: it was always so easy to rile him up. No matter how much training or discipline Damian touted about, he was still a kid with his brothers, and he would always be so easy to make angry.
âIâll show you, cockroaches, Todd.â He growled, rocketing forward. His shoulder caught Jasonâs stomach, hauling both of them backwards into the wall.
Jason grunted at the force, grappling to gain a grip on Damianâs uniform. Gripping the cape, he brought it directly over the boyâs head, holding it over his eyes.
It only infuriated him further.
Damianâs hand slipped down to where his sword hung at his hip. Ynâs eyes widened as she shot back to her feet, prepared to involve herself if the situation got sticky.
âHey! Not inside!â She threatened, stepping forward once more. Damian shoved away from his older brother, scowling. Jason had the nerve to smirk at the obedience the boy portrayed when it came to YN. âWe might not have a lot of nice stuff but we are civilized.â
âSome of us.â He cut his eyes down to the short teenager at his side.
Damianâs elbow prodded into his ribs; The older boy winced, reaching out to smack him.
âJason.â YN warned.
âFine.â He stepped away, a deep pout on his lips.
âI have to go anyways.â Damian broke away from the melee group, beginning his exit.
âHate for you to miss bedtime and story time.â Jason teased, grinning at his own clever remark.
Damian didnât flinch; He continued on his path toward the window, stopping at the doorframe to turn back around and announce:
âI will slip in under the cover of night and steal your kneecaps to make decorative bowls out of them.â
âYeah, right.â
YN rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, going back to her original task.
Jason immediately saw his opportunity to get closer to YN and took it, without care of the four foot child-man in the room.
He curled his body around hers, arms winding around her to pull her closer. His chin propped on her shoulderâ gently swaying.
Damianâs mouth tugged into a sharp frown at the blatant show of affection.
âGross.â
âMy apartment, dumbass.â Jason snarked.
âGoodnight, YN.â Damian sighed; His lip curled as his eyes raked over the overly large man, clinging to her body. âTodd.â
âGremlin.â
He didnât reply further, simply turning on his heel and slipping off into the apartment. Jason listened for his feet on the grating of the fire escape, the tell tale whizzing noise of a grappling hook, a cape whipping through the air.
Once he was sure Damian was gone, his attention returned to where it was always meant to be.
He exhaled sharply, a small shake of his headâ the best he could do, seeing as heâd melded their bodies together.
âGod, that kid is weird.â Jasonâs words were muffled by her skin, as he pressed his mouth against her shoulder.
âHeâs a kidâ heâs supposed to be weird.â YNâs lips curled in the corners, amused at his tone.
She could have told him that he shouldnât have spoken against his youngest brotherâs eccentricity. She could have told him that she recalled stories a certain butler had divulged to her over tea one afternoon.
It wouldâve done no goodâ not at this proximity. Jason would just press himself closer and drown her teasing out with slow kisses until she forgot what she was saying.
It happened more often than not.
âNot like that heâs not.â He grumbled. YN rolled her eyes, continuing her task of chopping strawberries. Jasonâs hand snuck off her waist and to the pile to snag two of the fruit pieces. âWhat are you making?â
âI went by the farmers market and found these,â Yn lifted a small green basket of ripe strawberries, bringing them to his face and shoving his nose into them. âDonât they smell good?â
âYes, Christ.â He hissed, his head jerking back. YN laughed at his faux annoyance, biting down on her bottom lip. Jason pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and backed away, leaving a swat to her backside. âDidnât answer my question. Did you get any more of those fruit tart things?â
He opened the fridge door, perusing the items in search.
âYes I didâ top shelf.â Jason snagged two from the box, using his elbow to close the door. âAnd Iâm making strawberry pies. One for us and one for Wayne Manor.â
âUgh. Why do you insist on being nice to those assholes?â He whined, nearly melting against the appliance.
âTheyâre your family, Jason.â
He frowned.
While over the past few years, Jasonâs connections had become significantly less strained with his family, he still didnât completely feel that he fit in with them.
He had missed so muchâ too much. The bitterness and hatred had swept him away. Sometimes he still felt that wave crash into him as he sat with them, watched as they fit so well together.
It was why, when he found YN, he didnât share any information. Barely visited them.
He wanted a home again.
He wanted her to be home. Specific and special for him.
Jason was always selfish with her.
âYouâre my family,â He argued. Dropping his dessert into a napkin, Jason approached his girlfriend. His hands resting low on her hips, his head peeking around to her face. âThey are the estranged wealthy vigilante group on the side.â
âThey are not, hard ass.â She scoffed; She shifted in his hold where they were face to face. âItâs at least for Alfred on your behalf, then. Better?â
Jason grunted, pursing his lips.
YN leaned in to press a quick kiss to his mouth, an attempt to sate him.
Jason caught her three more times, each kiss longer than the last.
She broke away, both hands coming to his chest. Jason stared down at her, mostly her lips. Anxious to kiss her again.
âSpeaking of your family, Steph and Cass wanted to come over sometime next week. Girls night.â YN explained.
Jasonâs head fell back, a loud groan slipping from his chest. The noise vibrated from his body into her own, as he hugged her closer.
âIâve gotta get more cigarettes.â He whispered to the ceiling, causing her elbow to jut out into his belly gently. âTheyâre gonna have you all night, I wonât see you at all. Steph talks way too loud and Cass just hits me in the dick as a greeting.â
YN bit down on her lip to suppress her grin. She had definitely not been present when his siblings decided that it would be a good idea for Cass to start doing that to Jason. And she certainly didnât laugh every time Cass did it, either.
And since Cass was pretty much terrifying, he didnât say anything about it.
âFineâ go stay at the manor that night. You wonât have to watch the movie with us, or eat the pizza we order.â YN shrugged, untangling herself from him.
Damn her: she knew he was a sucker for a movie night.
âWhat movie?â He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to appear nonchalant. YN only wiped her hands on a kitchen rag.
She got close to his face, close enough he could feel her breath against his skin.
âWouldnât you like to know?â She murmured, tweaking his nose. Backing away quickly, she winked before spinning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway.
Jason scrambled after her, calling out: âWhat movie?â
Youâre a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kidsâ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.
âMom has been texting me for the last twenty minutes. She wants me to come home. Itâs a four hour drive, when the roads are clear, and from what I hear everybody is trying to get somewhere right now. Thereâs no telling if Iâd even-â
âEverybody else has left. All the other kids were picked up, the other staff left. They gave me all the keys. I promised to stay and wait for as long as- well. Even if some of the parents show up, I guess some of them wonât, so Iâm just waiting. Until.â
[Clears throat.]
âA couple of people came after everybody left. Peter, one of Aidanâs fathers, gave me three hundred dollars for staying. What am I going to do with money? Itâs- anyway. I kind of get it. He wanted to give me something.â
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
âTheyâre all between 2 and 4.â Sniff. âTheyâre so little. Too little to really- maybe if they were older, Iâd have to tell them something. But um. Iâm just- trying to stay calm and keep them happy and occupied. I think thatâs the best thing, right now.â
[Heaving breaths.]
âI normally use this recorder to help me remember stuff. Itâs just, uh, habit to talk to it. I donât know. Theyâre napping, right now. Iâve got the baby monitor, they know that if they talk into it, Iâll come, so-â
[Sobbing.]
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
âMom keeps texting, so I blocked her. I sent her a text telling her goodbye, first, but. I do. But these kids need me.â
[Sniff.]
âI tried calling their parents again, but I canât get anybody. Itâs just busy signals. I called the firefighter station, 911. I canât get through to anybody.â
[Shaky breath.]
âI went out into the yard. Um, I think they can play. Itâs nice out, and you canât really see it yet. Little bit of a glimmer, if they ask Iâll just tell them itâs a plane, but itâs nice out and weâve got hours before-â
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8. What is a scene you wrote that you are most proud of?
This is part of a story Iâm writing that has no attachment to anything and I like it quite a bit...Please do not copy this!
âAngel,â
She leaves my name in the air as she looks over the landscape. The differentiation between the inner and outer city is stark. To one side we see the same weâve ever seen; white, polished skyscrapers all perfectly aligned along black paved roads. At this time of night, the night workers are all making their way to their jobs and no one dares set themselves apart from the rest of the flow. Everyone stagnating under the false pretense of perfection. On the other side we see a shocking world rarely seen by those on our side within the walls. You see the true, pure imperfections of the human mind displayed plainly by the muck and grime latched to the low-level houses and work buildings. Despite the seemingly orderly layout of the outer city, the filth is apparent on both the buildings and the people.
From what the government tells those of us within the inner walls, itâs unorganized chaos on the other side; Outside the walls is filled with lawlessness and diseases. Murder, rape, theft, and mobs are common. Inside the walls has never experienced such acts - not publicly acknowledged, anyway. The idea of anything of that sort happening in the inner city is unfathomable to most inner city inhabitants. To them, the inner city is the epitome of humanity but to me itâs purely inhuman. Gabriella releases my name in another shaky breath and she grabs onto my arm before she turns to face me, eyes wide. I simply meet her gaze and wait for her to speak.