AspenxxRabbit

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From the Injured

A-Ah!! Don’t touch it, please—

How—how bad is it? It hurts a lot, ah!

My head feels fuzzy…

Oh God, that’s—that’s a lot more blood than I was expecting…

Please just-just be gentle.

No—no, I’m okay, I—aah!

C-Crap, I think it’s broken…!

I’ll be OK, I’ve been through much worse.

Keep your hands off of me—gah!

Walking? I-I don’t know if I can…

I’m so dizzy, please just—let me close my eyes for a bit.

D-Don’t faint, you’re supposed to be helping me!

Wait—wait! Before you start—please, please—hold my hand.

I don’t need your help! I can handle it myself—ah, damn it…!

I-I’m sorry for crying! It hurts so much!

I’ll try not to cry… just please hurry!

D-Do you think your magic can help with something like this?!

Well isn’t this just lovely…!

What—What happened? Where am I?

From the Helper

I-I know, I know it hurts. I’m so sorry.

I have to look at it. Can you let me do that?

Don’t move! Stay still, I’m calling an ambulance!

I-It’s not bad. It’s okay, you’re OK. / It-It’s bad. It’s bad. But I’m going to try my best to help you!

No, no—(Name), hang on, please! Hang on a little while longer!

Oh my God, you’re bleeding, a lot! That’s a lot of blood!!

I’ll try to be as careful as I can, OK? Just breathe!

You’re not okay! You need help, please just let me help you!

But you’re—you’re hurt! How can you wave it off like it’s nothing?

I’m sorry, but I can’t just stand by and let you stay like this.

Here, here—lean on me like this! Easy does it, I’ll get you somewhere safe.

Don’t you dare close your eyes, (Name)! I’m almost done, keep focusing on me, my voice!!

A-Ah, I don’t do well with blood, I… there’s so much of it…

OK, OK. Here’s my hand, OK? We can do this together.

Cry all you need to! You’re doing great.

OK, all right. Are you ready? This might hurt, but I need you to be strong.

Just try to relax and I’ll heal you.

“We had our moments, but it’s over now.”

“Nothing you say can make this any better.”

“Don’t feel bad, it’s just that our time has come to an end.”

“I’m not changing my mind about this.”

“We need to go our separate ways.”

“There’s nothing left for us.”

“It’s over. We are over.”

“I’m truly glad we met, but this wasn’t meant to be forever.”

“I can’t do this anymore!”

“I can’t be with someone like you!”

“It was a mistake, from the very beginning.”

“You ruined everything!”

“You are the biggest mistake of my life.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I still love you, just not the way I used to.”

👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way?

👩‍👧‍👧  = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?

🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why?

👎 = Is there anyone in your muse’s family they dislike, why?

👍 = Does your muse think they’re a good child and/or sibling?

💕 = What are your muse’s thoughts on parenting and being a parent even if they aren’t one?

💜 = What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all?

😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?

👌 = Does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent?

😞 = Finding an orphaned child would your muse opt to take them in, find someone more qualified, or just leave them?

😫 = How does your muse handle a family member being stressed out? What about sick?

⚰️ = How would the loss of a family member affect them? Does it vary based on type of family member?

🍳 = What kind of family gatherings does your muse prefer and why?

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

Lion went to Bria, standing between her legs and smoothing her thighs as he smiled down at her. She had come a long way since they met. She had become a strong and powerful Lioness and mother and he loved the woman she was. And he hoped she only got better. The smoke smelled different than normal. he didn't care what what in it. He pressed his excited into Bria and took her drug and took a puff himself.

Bria moaned softly at Lion and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then take me somewhere that’s not close to Aspen. You know her hearing is stronger than both her parents…”

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

Bunny was in their big bath tub relaxing and drinking wine. Her eyes were closed. “Mmmmm…it feels amazing…” she let one leg out the water to rest on the side of the tub. “Yes Jack?” She asked, opening her eyes and turning to him. She smiled. “I am so proud of our little bunny. She’s going to do nicely in Rhea’s spot.” Her eyes curiously explored Jack. “What are you planning sir?” She bit her lip.

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

The plan was good. Solid. Easy. It felt too easy. Like they would have no problem or resistence like when him and Bunny first started to build their empire. Now they were on top and he felt the competition and fun was gone. No one to fight for control.

So we’ll have to use Bunny as a distraction from him, Bria and Lion’s family a distraction in the big national bank…and muscle to take over the train.”

“This heist is HUGE daddy! How can you sit under me and say otherwise?” Aspen pouted, I bet my little brother would enjoy himself…on a vacation away from everyone…after the heist?” She stood up and went back to the oracle, going to their island they own.

“The private island we have and a secluded beach with the waterfalls? Isn’t that where you and mom made me? All she wanted to do was give you head while you smoked a cigar…”

She pressed the intercom button for the whole manor to hear. “Family meeting in two hours. I want an elegant dinner made. Chef, I want a full course meal. The best of the best! You cannot miss this. MANDATORY meeting!”

Bria looked up from her work, looked at Lion across the way and smiled. She liked when Aspen hosted meetings. Bria checked on the test subject who was in pure bliss and she took note of it before letting him go back to his comfortable cell and locked him back up.

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

The plan was good. Solid. Easy. It felt too easy. Like they would have no problem or resistence like when him and Bunny first started to build their empire. Now they were on top and he felt the competition and fun was gone. No one to fight for control.

So we’ll have to use Bunny as a distraction from him, Bria and Lion’s family a distraction in the big national bank…and muscle to take over the train.”

“This heist is HUGE daddy! How can you sit under me and say otherwise?” Aspen pouted, I bet my little brother would enjoy himself…on a vacation away from everyone…after the heist?” She stood up and went back to the oracle, going to their island they own.

“The private island we have and a secluded beach with the waterfalls? Isn’t that where you and mom made me? All she wanted to do was give you head while you smoked a cigar…”

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

As they reached the central computer, which ran on the ORACLE programme that controls all their tech, Jack too a seat. He thought on Aspen's idea and smiled.

Aspen leaned against the Oracle and crossed her arms, smiling. “You know how the big national bank gets their trucks to carry all the money to the banks? Those trucks go to a train to load them.”

She took another puff and turned to the screen, zooming into the train tracks. “And THIS is the money train! We need EVERYTHING and EVERYONE that’s great for combat. We’ll also use Bria, Lion, and their son as a distraction at the bank that has controls to notify the police…”

She turned to Jack, sitting on his lap like his precious baby girl. “I hope I’ve pleased you, father…” Aspen put her arms around his neck.

Aspen walked down the hallway of their gothic styled manor. She had her arms crossed, sheer robe that dragged in the floor behind her, and a short black dress with spaghetti straps with thigh high socks on.

This was her normal attire around the house now that she’s more mature. As her messy curly hair bounced as she walked, the servants stepped aside and greeted her, awaiting the infamous cold shoulder as a response she donned so well.

“Where’s daddy?” She spoke to one of them, looking at where the servant was pointing towards, she walked off.

She knocked on the door, watching a servant rush off from under Jack’s desk, wiping her mouth as she rushed passed her.

Aspen’s cold eyes watched her scurry off before staring into Jack’s soul. “To keep this secret, I want a higher allowance. Or should I get mom in here to threaten to cut your tool off?” She asked, walking in the office.

Jack was in his office, former study to Bruce Wayne, and enjoying a morning 'service' from one of many of their mind wrapped servants. But as he finished, Aspen came in and the servant left. Humans only give him a temporarily release. He needed a Rabbit for real pleasure.

Aspen was so grown up now. It was like seeing Bunny when they met but already turned by his darker ways. He couldn't help but smile.

"I don't care if you kill her and still want a raise. I was given your amazing work with our new product." He commented.

"An idea? Tell me more." He stood and pulled up his pants before he walked over to a family portrait of them. Jack, Bunny, Aspen, Bria, Lion, DKota. And Rhea and Brahma in the back.

She used the same tricks that suckered Jack in the previous years for a higher allowance.

As the portraits moved, Aspen walked downstairs with her father. “The club is doing well. I wanna run something else…something mom owns…she would be okay with it? No?”

He walked with her and handed her a cigarette as he lit his own.

"Keep calling me Daddy and nuzzling me, I will be rough with you and not in the business way." He winked. "Now...." He let out a big puff. "If you want to take over a business your mother handles then you need to speak to her. I learned long ago to not mess with her side of our operations. I only do that when we want to try and make another little rabbit."

The Batcave was not the Rabbit Hole. Their headquarters and main manufacturing plant for their drugs and other products. As well as Bria's laboratory, a gym, torture rooms, statues of them all. Etc....

She smiled, leaning against the wall of the lift. “Well…”

She took another hit. “Skipping the foreplay you so eloquently said, I have this major idea. Best plan! Something that'll excite mom and myself! Maybe even give you 'good boy' points from Rhea?"

She turned to Jack before stepping out the lift and walking with her father to check on his tasks. Her curious pink eyes watched as he worked, smiling at him from sheer excitement of her idea.

"What do you say about an old fashioned heist? Let's have Lion and Bria as the distraction? DKota has been running wild lately! Maybe a little bad kid exhausted parents skit?"

She continued to walk with her father, waving at Bria as they walked past her eagerly working. She had a pen in her fluffy hair, a quirk she has when deep in her work.