(Jason Todd x Platonic!Child!reader) Angst, Hurt/Comfort, fluff
Gotham City had always been corrupt and filled with false promises, where crime flourished despite the presence of countless vigilantes.
Jason Todd wanted to change that. He had no problems taking out some of the trash that made the rest of the citizens fearful. He was done playing Robin and following Batman's stupid moral code. He was better off fighting crime alone.
That was what he thought, until a child sized problem decided to show up in his life- his very own Robin.
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The Perfect Shade of Red - Jason Todd x Batsib! Reader
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Resident Evil
Series:
From The Shadows: (Ongoing)
(Eventual! Platonic! RE9 x reader) Angst, Hurt/Comfort, trust issues, trauma, familial abuse, negligence, Patient!reader, neglected!reader
Grace Ashcroft and Leon Kennedy navigate the haunting Rhodes Hill Chronic Care centre after the events that unfolded in Wrenwood. But unbeknownst to them, they're not the only ones looking for a way out.
Someone is watching from the shadows.
Someone who had always been cast aside. Someone who had always faded into the background, even now. Except this time, they want to be seen. They want their voice heard
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Summary: After being captured by the Arkham Knight, you find yourself more vulnerable than you'd like to be. He doesn't seem like the one for mercy but what other option do you even have left?
word count: 1.3k
Tags: ANGST! hurt no comfort, Canon typical injuries, mean Jason
You woke up to a pounding headache.
It echoed deep in your skull, making you groan and sob. Your eyes cringed at the overhead light of the room you were in. It was one of those fluorescent bulbs that glowed bright enough to light up the night sky. It hummed and flickered occasionally plunging you into the darkness and then back up again.
"He-help"
You whined, calling out for someone to save you. You tried to stand but you realised that you were tied to a metal chair, your hands secured tightly behind your back. Even in your unconsious state, you felt a wave of fear wash over your body.
You'd been captured.
You racked your head to try to make sense of your situation. The last thing you remembered was going out on patrol with Bruce. Somewhere during your run you must've gotten separated from him. You didn't recall whether you got attacked or just straight up drugged but here you were. Tied and helpless and probably concussed, if that pounding headache and dizziness were anything to go off by.
You heard footsteps approach you. Firm and determined steps. Soon, someone was lifting your head up by the chin, forcing you to look at them. A man in a blue metallic suit greeted you.
You didn't know who this was.
You'd never seen him before. But the way his hand gripped your face, it seemed like your very presence was enough to insult him.
"So...you're the new Robin"
He sneered and you had the audacity to nod weakly. He scoffed at you, his hand pressing into the fresh bruise on your cheek, making you gasp and flinch.
"What do you want from me?"
You managed to croak out a question.
"From you?"
He laughed, the sound warping into a robotic garble thanks to his voice modulator.
"You have nothing to give me. Nothing. Just look at you, weak and pathetic. You're not even worthy of being Robin"
"And yet, you kidnapped me-"
Another laugh and then the man pulled out a gun, loading it with a fresh cartridge right in front of your eyes.
"It's not you I have unfinished business with, it's Batman."
"So you kidnapped me for leverage?"
"Atleast you're not a complete idiot."
He clicked off the safety and pointed the gun right at your head, pressing the cold metal into your skin.
"I wonder...what would Bruce do if I killed you? Would he just replace you like last time or would he care enough to hunt me down and kill me for it?"
Your head spun.
The looming threat of death, your mysterious kidnapper, being tied up and injured. It was all too much.
"Who-who are you?"
The figure laughed again, and you felt bile rise in your throat. Staring down the barrel of his gun, you hoped Bruce would hurry up and get you out of here.
"I asked you a question!"
The concussion must've made you braver because for a moment he got quiet as you raised your voice at him.
"I am the Arkham Knight."
Now you were fully convinced that you'd never heard of him before.
"I'm not scared of you. Batman will save me and kick your ass into the dirt"
The Arkham Knight roared with laughter.
"Save you? That man is no savior, kid. Though, you might be an exception, who knows?"
His voice was laced with pure contempt and hatred and it made you shiver.
"He wouldn't let me die!"
You protested.
"Especially after what happened to his son, you know?"
Jason froze.
He hadn't expected you to bring this up. He hadn't expected you to know about him at all. The gun shook a bit in his grip, faltering. For the first time in a while, he was at a loss for words.
"His son?"
He approached the subject carefully. He needed to know how much you knew.
"Yes...I-I think his name was Jason or something. He died...I don't really know when exactly but I know my da- the Joker had something to do with it."
"You..your what?"
You groaned, spitting out the blood in your mouth.
"I-I was hoping you wouldn't catch that. Yes, the Joker is my father...biologically I-"
You didnt even know why you were blabbering your life story to him.
Jason's grip on the gun tightened and for a moment all he saw was red.
Suddenly you weren't Robin anymore.
You weren't Bruce's new wonder boy.
You weren't his weaker replacement.
You weren't the newest stray that Bruce had decided to keep.
You were the Joker's child.
You had that clowns blood coursing through your veins.
He wanted nothing more than to blow your brains clean off.
"You fucking-"
He was absolutely livid in his rage.
And his grief.
It hurt.
It fucking hurt to know that Bruce had taken in the Joker's spawn and made them Robin after everything that happened. Did Bruce hate his guts that much? He clenched his jaw so much that it ached.
In his anger, he'd not even noticed your head lol down, your eyes drooping shut, exhausted.
You'd passed out.
Jason looked at your unconsious form, your breathing shaky.
It would be so easy to just end it right here.
And he'd be doing Gotham a big favour too. No one needed a second Joker. Who's to say you wouldn't follow in your father's footsteps, despite being under Bruce's guidance now?
Hell, just look how he turned out.
He cocked the gun at you, finger gripping the trigger.
One push and it'd be done.
Over.
He could even send your body to the manor. A nice little gift for Bruce to make him regret everything he'd done.
Or failed to do.
Revenge sounded so sweet in Jason's mind.
So why couldn't he just press the trigger?
Why did his conscience not let him shoot you?
You muttered a soft groan in your sleep and Jason lowered his gun, looking over at the blood staining your suit.
Too much blood.
He looked over at your bleeding temple, bruises littering your face and throat, the way you wheezed lightly when breathing - probably a bruised or broken rib and the way your ankle was twisted slightly - definitely a sprain.
His men had done a number on you.
He reached out, brushing the hair out of your face. You were so young. Probably younger than he'd been when he was taken by the Joker.
As he tucked your matted, bloodstained hair behind your ear, he saw a crude 'J' carved right into the flesh of your throat.
His heart stopped.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand upto his face, where the joker had branded him with a similar letter 'J'.
He felt sick to his stomach. Your branding had been done with a knife and so close to your carotid. One wrong move would've killed you.
The joker probably knew that. He probably relished that fact. Jason couldn't believe how evil the Joker was, to do this to his own child. He wondered what else you'd been forced to go through since birth, having a father like that.
Was that why Bruce had adopted you?
Jason had seen you as a replacement. His replacement. But now, he realised that you were so much more than that. You were Bruce's revenge, in a way. An eye for an eye. A child for another. It probably hurt the Joker to see his kin as Batman's side kick, protecting the city of Gotham from evil.
Did the joker even care?
At the same time, Bruce had stopped you from falling victim to your own father. Jason couldn't imagine the person you would've been today, if Bruce hadn't taken you in.
He felt his airways tighten. A sense of deja vu overtook him but this time he was not the victim.
You were.
He didn't know what to do. He'd kidnapped you to teach batman a lesson. Revenge as he'd called it. But to harm you? A child?
He was truly no better than the joker.
So instead of killing you, he left you. Left you there and watched from the shadows until he saw Batman himself rescue you, carrying your limp but alive body back to the manor.
Synopsis: You were just a toddler, scared of the big bad world. But what happens when you meet the imfamous Red Hood?
Word count: 1k
Tags: Fluff, Jason todd is good with kids, batfam shenanigans
You were the latest addition to the Wayne family.
A tiny little ray of sunshine that Bruce had adopted (of course he did) from the Gotham city orphanage. Apparantly your parents had abandoned you for reasons unknown. You were left at the door of the orphanage in a small basket with barely enough clothing to protect you from the harsh, frigid winds. And after a couple years in the orphanage, you'd finally been taken to a forever home.
It was a heartwarming story.
Except for the fact that you were scared of literally everyone.
You were really easy to scare and startle. To the point that everyone in the family had to walk on eggshells around you.
One time Dick had just gotten a new haircut and you cried because you couldn't recognise him.
Another time, Damian was sitting in the living room with a book in hand. You went up to him and froze. You started to cry and Damian panicked, not knowing what he'd done wrong. Turns out, he had forgotten to take off his domino mask and seeing the sharp jagged edges of the mask with only the whites for the eyes was enough to scare you into tears.
No one ever wore their suits in front of you after that.
No one ever even showed you anything related to batman. They just knew you would just get scared.
And they werent wrong.
The first time you saw Batman on TV you curled into Dick's side, hiding your face from the scary man on TV. Dick barely suppressed a laugh as Bruce looked uncomfortably at you, conflicted between his vigilantism and his beloved child.
At the end of the day, no one really minded.
They tried their best to shield you from the horrors of the world anyways, what's with a little extra protection?
You were a toddler and it wasn't uncommon for little kids to be scared of the things around them.
You barely knew your way around the world.
Hell, you hadn't even met one of your siblings yet.
Jason Todd.
The elusive Red Hood.
He barely ever came to the manor and even when he did, he left quickly, seeing little reason to remain there for longer than necessary.
He'd been so caught up in his own life that he'd completely failed to notice your presence in the manor. Until one day, he walked into the living room in his full Red hood attire and saw you sitting on the sofa with a small colouring book and markers, colouring away at a picture of a teddy bear.
He stared at you for a few seconds, wracking his brain trying to think of who you could possibly be. Then after a while, he shrugged and sat down besides you anyways. Bruce adopted kids impulsively so he wasn't really surprised to see a new one here now. You looked up from your drawing to see a big red helmet staring back to you, your face reflecting into the metal. You uttered a tiny gasp but didn't cry.
You just stared into his helmet.
It was so Red. You stuck your small hand out to touch it, running your tiny fingers against the cool, smooth metal.
"Red!" You exclaimed, holding the red marker out to him.
"Yeah thats right buddy, red."
You giggled, moving closer to marvel at the helmet and Jason felt a bit weirded out at your sheer amazement.
"Red!!" You jumped on the sofa, clapping.
"Is red your favourite colour, bud?"
You nodded vigorously and Jason laughed, shrugging off his helmet to hand it to you. You squealed with giddy and sat down with the thing on your lap. You doodled little drawings onto the helmet with markers and Jason just let you, even encouraging you to draw more.
"Its a bird!" You said, pointing to a little doodle you'd done.
"Yeah that's definitely a bird." Jason patted your hair, "you're such a good little artist, kiddo."
You giggled and Jason's heart melted into a puddle. He cursed himself for not visiting the manor sooner. He didn't know anything about you. Hell, he didn't even know your name.
The rest of the family was definitely shocked when they came in from patrol to find you laughing and squealing in the arms of the big bad Red Hood. Jason smirked up at Dick's dumbfounded face.
You'd never liked strangers, how come Jason had befriended you so quick?
It took them atleast a week to let them come near you without you turning into a wailing mess.
From then on, Jason was definitely your favourite sibling. You'd wait for him to visit everyday and when he did visit, he'd take you out for a motorcycle ride and ice cream. And although he never went out with you as Red Hood, when you were inside the manor, he did wear the helmet to entertain your curiosity.
You loved his suit, especially when he got a matching Red hoodie. Eventually he got you a child sized hoodie of the same colour and you couldn't be any happier.
"I don't get it. The Robin suits had red in them too, how come they're still scared of those?" Tim complained.
"You sure it's not your face that's scaring them?"
"Jason!"
"How come they don't like blue? It's a nice colour as well!" Dick grumbled from his place on the couch.
Bruce watched his kids bicker and smiled to himself. If anything, Jason had started visiting more and had grown to love you as his own little sibling. And Bruce felt like he'd won the lottery.
Now all that was left was to figure out how to make the Batman suit into your favourite shade of red.
From The Shadows - Resident Evil Requiem fanfic Masterlist
Synopsis: Grace Ashcroft and Leon Kennedy navigate the haunting Rhodes Hill Chronic Care centre after the events that unfolded in Wrenwood. But unbeknownst to them, they're not the only ones looking for a way out.
Someone is watching from the shadows.
Someone who had always been cast aside. Someone who had always faded into the background, even now. Except this time, they want to be seen. They want their voice heard.
Pairings: eventual Platonic! Resident evil 9 x reader
Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, trust issues, trauma, familial abuse, negligence, Patient!reader, neglected!reader, no use of y/n, talks of mental illness, isolation, canon typical dark themes, canon typical violence
Chapters:
Guilded cage, wounded bird
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From The Shadows || Chapter 1: Guilded Cage, Wounded Bird
Summary: A mansion full of bloodthirsty monsters and you're seemingly the only human amongst them. What will you do when your fellow patients turn into a mindless husk of their former selves? And who are those people with guns and grenades? A friend? or a foe? Can you truely trust them knowing that you're not the main character of this story?
Do only main characters deserve to be saved?
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Canon typical gore and violence, mentions of past abuse and negligence, panic attacks, mentions of vomit?, lonely!reader, patient!reader
Pairings: Established!Selena Corey x reader
You were alone.
The lights in your room were out. You didn't know why.
You could hear someone - something- scratching in the walls and ceilings.
It was getting closer. You could tell.
You had no choice but to venture out. You didn't feel safe in the dark.
And now, hiding in a closet, hands shaking, with that monstrous lady right outside, you knew you'd made the correct decision.
You didn't know what that thing was. With its white stringy hair and bloodied maw, it looked like something straight out of a nightmare. The way it growled and hissed, scared the crap out of you. You could feel your body shake with fear and adrenaline. And no matter how much you tried to steady your breathing, it hardly worked.
You just hoped it couldn't hear you here.
You didn't want to get eaten.
You didn't want to die.
You didn't even want to be in this stupid care facility.
You weren't sick, atleast you didn't think so. But years ago, your family got you admitted here and you've been trapped in these twisting halls ever since.
You knew no one was coming to rescue you. No one even visited you.
Even the doctors here were cold and distant to you. They'd ignored you when you protested against all those seemingly unnecessary tests. They'd made you take countless pills, oftentimes against your own will. Always jotting things down but never telling you a single thing.
Like it wasn't your own body and being.
It made you feel like a child again. Like you didn't have any agency over yourself.
You heard a creak and rumble in the ceiling and realised that the creature had left.
Slowly, you peeked your head out of the closet.
The coast seemed clear.
You scrambled out of your hiding place, even though it felt wrong to abandon your safe zone.
You just had to get out of here. Now.
You stumbled into the spiraling hallways of the care centre but you'd spent so much time in this mundane place that you'd memorized a good bit of the layout. Still, you found it difficult to navigate through the place, it being infested with the former staff, now all bloodthirsty monsters.
You didn't understand what was happening.
Why was everyone acting this way?
You wondered if you'd died and this was hell. Because, simply put, you couldn't believe what was happening in front of your very eyes.
You didn't have any weapons to defend yourself. So the best you could do was run. At least you were faster than most of them. They couldn't chase you very far in their….state.
Running through the mess, you found yourself in the lounge. A shrill but melodic voice echoed through its walls and your heart picked up speed.
You'd recognize that voice anywhere.
Selena?
She was amongst one of the people in this facility that you'd talk to. Well, she'd be the one doing most of the talking. She liked to talk and thankfully, you were a good listener. She liked the attention you gave her and you didn't mind. In fact, you knew was it was like, to be cast aside. So you had no problems indulging her. Indirectly, she gave you her attention as well. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.
Besides, she had a great voice and she was more than happy to sing for you on several occasions. She'd sing and you'd clap along to the beats. She was eccentric, yes. But she also made you feel less lonely. She would come into your room at night just to sing you a new song she'd written. It made you feel wanted.
Loved.
And sometimes she was a bit too pushy, sure. But she never did anything to hurt you. And for you, that was good enough.
Yeah, you definitely considered her a good friend.
You smiled at the memory and it blended into the sound of her singing.
If she was out here singing then surely she was fine, right?
She had to be.
Tiptoeing around the bar, you called out.
"Selena?"
The singing stopped abruptly.
Silence.
You panicked. Did you say something wrong? Why did she stop? Why was she not saying anything?
Amidst the suffocating silence, you could hear the groans of the undead in the distance. You quickened your pace, not wanting to get caught by them.
You turned a corner and there she was. Selena stood perfectly still near the grand piano, her gorgeous silver hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Selena, we need to get out of h-"
By the time you saw the blood it was already too late.
She lunged at you at lightening speeds, emitting a deafening shriek that made your ears ring. Startled and scared, you stumbled back, knocking over an array of bottles from the table. They landed on the ground, shattering on impact. The sound scared you even more and you cowered. But Selena was faster than you. Her mouth clamped onto your arm and you screamed as you felt her teeth against your skin. Instinctively you kicked her in the chest and she stumbled back, dazed for a moment.
For a moment, you thought you saw recognition flash in her crazed eyes.
"Selena…"
She lunged at you again and you barely doged her second attack, scampering away like a mouse.
"S-Selena! It's me! Don't you recognise me?"
Her eyes widened but she kept her pace. You backed up until you realised you were completely cornered.
"Stay-Stay back!"
Fear overtook you as you stared at her bloodstained dress and hands, outstretched towards you. You grasped, mind blanking. In your panic, you threw a glass jar at her from the lounge table. She screeched again and you felt a warm wet feeling in your ears before you realised that they were definitely bleeding. She grabbed you, her eyes zoning in on your exposed neck.
This was it, you thought.
You were going to die at the hands of the only friend you thought you had.
You closed your eyes awaiting a world of hurt.
.
.
.
"TOO LOUD!"
You didn't understand what went down because it all happened so quickly.
One second, Selena was about to kill you and the next second she was on the ground bleeding out.
Dead?
You would've thought it was all a dream or a hallucination had it not been for her blood splattered on your face.
Her killer stood before you, bandages wrapped crudely over his face. His weapon of choice was seemingly an old IV pole, the empty bag still hung from it. You flinched away from him but clearly he couldn't see you. He stumbled and limped away and all you were left with was the body of your former friend and the haunting memory of her murder.
For the first time since this all began, you cried. You cried into her body, trying to keep your voice down so as to not attract any unwanted attention. You couldn't believe she was gone. You ran her hands through her hair, still combed to perfection.
She didn't deserve to be turned into a monster like this.
But if she had turned into a monster.. did that mean you were next?
All the patients, and even the doctors you'd met so far had turned into these things. All…except you.
The dread in you stomach only grew at the implication. You didn't want to be turned into a mindless zombie. You didn't want to become violent and bloodthirsty.
You didn't want to die.
But here you were, sitting in a puddle of crimson, in a facility that was more like a prison than a care centre, with no escape in sight.
Slowly, you got up and made your way towards the lobby. The path was confusing, now that you were so distraught in your grief. Corpses littered every hall and you had to carefully navigate around them, cringing at the sight of all these familar faces, now twisted and monsterous.
You were startled to see the zombies already dead, like someone had purposefully taken care of them. But you hadn't seen anyone else here. Maybe it was that guy with the IV pole? You couldn't tell.
Quite frankly, you didn't care.
Because you could see the door to the lobby in front of you.
Freedom.
You swung the doors open with newfound energy.
And then immediately felt your blood run cold.
The front gate was barred.
You didn't believe it until you went over to check. Just to make sure. You'd joked about this place being a prison and now it had literally turned into one. You were trapped here while everyone else had lost their minds and their bodies. You felt tears prick at your eyes again.
Why you?
Why would anyone do this to you?
Desparate, you tried to fit your body through the bars, to no avail. You shook the bars. Still nothing. You felt nauseous, bile rose in your throat from everything you'd endured today. It all felt too much all at once.
All you ever wanted was to be happy.
But now you were stuck inside a mansion where everyone else was out to kill you.
A gunshot rang out in the distance and you gasped, head swiveling from one direction to another to see where it came from. You heart thundered in your chest. And when you heard a door creak open, you didn't even hesitate. Your fight or flight response kicked in and you ran to hide behind the reception desk.
Just in time too as you heard footsteps come down the stairs.
You peeked out to see a young woman with light blonde hair holding a massive revolver.
You'd never seen her here before.
Was she responsible for all of this?
But she looked so small and meek, it didnt make any sense.
Regardless, you didn't want her to see you. She clearly had experience with firearms and you weren't taking any chances in case she thought you didn't deserve to live. You watched as she reloaded her gun and made her way towards the West wing, pressing a keycard to unlock the door.
She entered and the door slammed shut, leaving you to your thoughts again.
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Summary: You have a target on your back and it's all his fault
WC: 2.3k
Warnings: Kidnapping, canon typical violence, mentions of creepy behavior, starving. arguments, JASON TODD IS AN IDIOT, minor injuries
Everything had gone incredibly wrong.
You'd woken up as usual, helped Jason cook the world's slowest pancakes (because you accidentally spilled the batter and then wouldnt stop eating the toppings all by themselves), taken a nice warm bath and even attempted to read one of Jason's novels (he'd been teaching you how to read and write).
It was a perfect day.
You'd taken a small nap after lunch and when you woke up, the apartment was silent. You were used to this. It just meant that Jason and Roy had gone out on patrol. You didn't mind being alone. Besides, you had Snow to keep you company.
Wait…where was Snow?
It dawned onto you that you'd not seen her since lunchtime so you quickly hopped out of bed and called her name.
No answer.
You searched the whole room - in the closet, under the bed, in between the shelves and furniture- she was nowhere to be found!
One room turned to two rooms which then turned into the entire apartment. You searched and searched before collapsing into a crying heap. You kitten was missing! Suddenly you missed her small meows and even her claws scratching painfully across your skin.
Where could she have possibly gone?
Another round of searching revealed that you'd left your bedroom window ajar. It was possible that she'd jumped out.
You peered out the window but all you could make out was darkness. The streets were shrouded in shadows and you shivered, thinking of all the bad things that lurked there. You couldn't imagine Snow being there all alone. She was so small and barely weighed anything. She couldn't defend herself from a cat toy, let alone an actual threat. But Jason wasn't here and neither was Roy. Even Damian hadn't shown up today. Every second that passed made you more and more worried. You called out into the street and were met with silence still. You felt a pit slowly forming in your stomach.
You had to do something.
You got onto the window sill, and craned your neck as far as you could to try to see out into the streets.
"Snow!"
You thought you saw movement near a dumpster. You hoped Snow hadn't ingested any trash. It was you cleaning up her messes, after all. You call out again and listened.
A tiny mewl sounded in the distance.
You gasped. She was down there somewhere. You needed to find her before she got herself hurt. Without thinking, you raced to the front door and unlocked it, something Jason has told you to never do. You didn't care though, you'd be back inside as soon as you had Snow. You ran down the stairs, even tripping one time but thankfully you caught yourself. You realised that you'd forgotten to put on any shoes when you felt the cold pavement under your feet.
There was no time to waste.
You looked around frantically, trying to find Snow. You called her name and even heard her but you were stumbling around in the dark, blind. Finally, you spotted a patch of white fur amongst a big pile of trash. Not caring about the dirt and grime, you reach out to grab Snow by the scruff. She froze, a small mouse fell out of her jaws, her very first catch. You yelped in surprise as the rodent fled to safety and Snow looked like you'd insulted her entire bloodline.
"Snowy! You can't be eating dirty rats…you know this."
She tilted her head at you and you were almost sure she didn't understand a word of what you said. You hoped she wouldn't throw up on your carpet. The last time she did, Jason had begrudgingly cleaned it up but this time you had a feeling that it'd be you scrubbing it off the floor.
You turned to leave, to go back, when suddenly a man emerged from the shadows and blocked your path. You thought he was just passing by, a regular gothamite, despite what his clothes suggested. You went to go around him but another guy walked out, blocking that way too.
Why were they all wearing suits?
You started to back out, especially when you felt their gazes on you, sharp and piercing.
Why were they looking at you like that?
You heard footsteps steps behind you and realised with horror that you'd been surrounded. Surrounded by these strange men.
"I just need to go home- I- just" you throat felt dry. You tried to reason and then tried to push past them and back into the apartment complex but one of them grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back.
They were not letting you go.
One of them picked you up and you screeched, startled and scared. You kicked and punched, some of them hitting the man, annoyance flashing in his features.
You could hear Damian's voice in your head.
Play dirty, go for the eyes-
You grabbed his sunglasses and yanked it off his face. The man's eyes widened in shock and you used the opportunity to plunge your thumbs into his eyes. He screamed as you drew blood. He dropped you, bringing his hands to his eyes.
-and the groin
You kicked the man as hard as you could in the crotch and the grown adult man folded. Gasps erupted around you and for a second, you felt ecstatic. But your excitement didn't last long. Another man lunged towards you, grabbing you hands and twisting then painfully behind your back. You cried out in pain as they began to drag you away from the apartment, away from safety. You kicked one of the men in the shins and he yelped but didn't let go of you.
You realised just how out numbered you were. You could see one of the men carrying a revolver in his holster but he didn't draw it. It made you feel even more insignificant. They didn't even consider you a threat even after you'd managed to hurt one of them. Regardless, you thrashed around as much as you could. You screamed but this was Gotham. Your cry for help echoed into the night, unanswered. As soon as your scream died down, a hand clamped onto your mouth, muffling you. The man gripped your face so hard it hurt. You could smell the leather of his gloves. It suffocated you and you wheezed.
The next moments were a complete blur.
They say you can't hear the gunshot when it's meant for you.
You felt something warm drip down your face.
Suddenly, everyone was screaming.
The man holding you fell backwards, taking you with him. Your fall was cushioned by his body however.
His lifeless body.
He had a bullet hole on his forehead and before long the pavement had turned a haunting shade of red. You screamed, realizing his blood was on your face. You shook his limp hands off your body in a panic. More shots were fired and you scrambled to get cover as bodies dropped like flies. Screams cut off abruptly. It was a bloodbath.
Terrified, you peered out from your hiding spot and almost cried happy tears when you saw who it was.
Jason.
He was in his full Red hood attire. Funnily enough, you hadn't seen him like this since the day the two of you first met. Relieved, you emerged and ran towards him.
"Dad!"
The both of you froze simultaneously.
You didn't know why you called him that. It just slipped out before you could stop yourself.
Jason lowered his firearms and slid them back into place on his belt. You walked up to him and hugged him.
He didn't hug you back.
Instead, he shook you off and walked back into the building, leaving you in the aftermath of the brutal carnage with a stomach full of dread.
"Come on, let's go inside kiddo."
You didn't know when Roy had appeared but he took you gently by the shoulders and urged you inside. Back into the apartment, he carefully applied ice to your bruises while Jason leaned against the window staring outside.
No one spoke.
The awkwardness was unbearable.
You were the first to try to break the ice.
"Thank you for saving me-"
"I wish I hadn't."
Roy gasped, "Jason-"
"No, they deserve to learn the consequences of their fucking actions."
"Jason-"
But Jason wasn't looking at Roy anymore, he was looking at you with pure rage.
"You fuck around, you find out."
"I was just there to get Snow-"
"Yeah and the next time, both you and that cat can rot in an abandoned warehouse somewhere-"
"Jason stop this-"
But he didn't. Tears flooded your eyes instantly, flowing like the Niagara falls down your waterline.
"Oh, here come the waterworks-"
"I just stepped out for a bit-" You tried to defend yourself. You genuinely didn't think you'd done anything wrong.
"With whose fucking permission? Last I remember, I told you to not open that door when you were home alone."
"I know…but Snow-"
"That cat can fucking die for all I care! You were given instructions and you disobeyed! And you are surprised when you get into trouble?! Thats fucking rich."
You bawled.
"You're being so mean…"
Jason laughed bitterly, "Oh, I'm being mean? I bet those guys treated you so well back there."
"That's not-"
"Do you have the slightest idea who those men were?"
"N-no" you shook your head tearfully.
"Of course, you don't. Do you know why? Because you are a child. And children need to fucking listen to adults who know better."
"Im sorry! I really didn't mean to cause trouble. I just…"
"Yet, you almost got abducted. Every fucking time I leave you alone something like this happens. You just don't know how to listen! I don't fucking know why I bother, quite frankly. Maybe you were better off starving in the streets because you clearly have no self preservation instincts or a fucking brain for that matter. You-"
"Jason Peter Todd, I will fucking beat the ever living shit out of you if you don't stop."
Roy stepped in between the two of you, shielding your weeping form from Jason's furious one.
"That is enough. Go take a breather. And let them breathe. The poor thing has had a rough night."
"Tell them to expect many more rough nights in the future if they continue behaving like this."
With that, Jason stormed out of the apartment, banging the door loudly on this way out. Roy sighed, then turned to you.
"He's an idiot. Don't mind him okay? He just…he just needs to blow off some steam."
You nodded, sniffling.
"How about you go to your room? I'll make you some pasta. You like pasta don't you?"
You nodded again and he smiled warmly at you, pulling you into a hug. You cried into his shoulder and he patted your hair affectionately.
"Jason- he worries about you, you know? He just doesn't know how to express it very well. But he means well, trust me."
"It feels like he hates me…"
"Oh, sweetheart." Roy kissed the crown of you head. Lifting you up into his arms, he took you to your room. "If he hated you, he wouldn't be angry at you. If he hated you, he wouldn't care if you lived or died. He's just an idiot. An idiot who doesn't know how to communicate with you. But he loves you more than anything else, trust me."
You sighed and tucked yourself into the blankets as Roy left to go make you some food. Snow, who'd faded into the background during all the chaos, jumped onto the bed and meowed at you for pets.
The audacity.
"Go away" You pushed her off and she hissed at you.
"This is all your fault."
The cat responded by licking her paws and pressing the wet paws into your bedsheets.
Ungrateful.
You sadness turned into anger as you replayed the argument over and over in your head. Jason had no right being so mean. You were just trying to get your cat back. You didn't expect people to suddenly try to kidnap you.
Come to think of it, ever since you started living with Jason, you've had to deal with a lot more trouble.
Back when you were alone you were starving and weak, sure. But not many people went out of their way to hurt you. You ran into creeps sometimes but you were good at running away from them. And you didn't have someone telling at you for being the victim in a situation.
You hiccuped, more tears streaming down your face.
You hated Jason. You hated the way he treated you. Wasn't it his responsibility to look after you and protect you? Why was he yelling at you for it.
You wanted to run away from home.
It would be so easy too.
No one would care and Jason wouldn't be there to yell at you for it.
You were interrupted from your thoughts when Roy stepped in with a steaming plate of spaghetti.
It smelled delicious.
Maybe you could plan your escape later. Right now, your stomach grumbled and you focused your energy on devouring the meal Roy had cooked for you.
Meanwhile, Jason took another drag at his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Gotham's already polluted air.
He couldn't get your scream out of his mind.
He had never ran faster in his life.
He had never felt panic like that ever in his life.
And to see Black Mask's goons surrounding you, dragging you into an unmarked van?
Jason grumbled, tossing the half finished cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out. He didn't understand why they would show up there. And how they even knew about you.
He didn't even want to think about what they would've done with you.
He knew it was a matter of time before the two of you had to move again. He couldn't let you stay there any longer. Not after tonight.
And as much he hated the idea, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing a number he hadn't dialed in a long, long time. The phone rang twice before Bruce picked it up.
Summary: You have a fever and Jason tries his best to be a good dad.
WC: 1k
Warnings: Falling off a building, sickness, vomit.
a/n: sorry for my absence everyone! I was out of town doing some fieldwork and the internet connection there was straight trash. Anyways! Hope yall enjoy this super short chapter.
You liked the gentle rain. In Gotham, it was a welcome change from the usual melancholy that the city brought out in people. It washed away the grime and blood from the dark alleyways, cleansing the rot that made Gotham what it was today.
Atleast temporarily.
But tonight, not even the rain could make you feel better.
You'd woken up with a pounding headache, your limbs feeling numb. You were drenched in sweat and you kicked your blanket away, feeling too hot and too cold at the same time. Groggily, you opened your eyes. Your room was shrouded in darkness and the overcast sky outside didn't help in any way. Beside your head, Snow was curled up into a small fluffy white ball. You reached out to pet her soft cotton-like fur and she purred, licking your hand. You giggled despite the fever and headache and fell back onto your pillow. You snifled, your nose felt rather stuffy. The rain pattered against your window, calm and steady.
You drifted off again.
You were standing at the dockyard, staring out into the inky depths of the ocean. It was hauntingly silent.
Gotham stood behind you, it's shadows playing hide and seek with you as you glanced at them.
Why were you here?
It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat, matched only by the mechanical rumble of the docked ships.
You looked into the water.
You didn't have a reflection.
You didn't know why that bothered you so much. You looked around frantically, trying the see your own face staring back at you through the water but to no avail.
Why were you here?
Who were you?
The next thing you knew, you were running and you didn't know where to, but your feet steadily carried you to an unknown destination. You heard gunshots and yelling but you didn't stop.
You couldn't stop.
They'd kill you if you did.
Your hands were sticky with blood staining your skin a sickly red.
Whose blood was that?
Your feet ached from running. You couldn't run for much long.Your legs buckled under you but instead of hitting rough ground you were falling.
You were falling from a great height.
You opened your mouth to scream, a last resort. But no sound came out.
Your head felt heavy like lead and you struggled to make a sound, any sound.
You woke up the moment you hit the pavement down below, your body jerking up.
"Hey, hey. You're okay."
Jason pushed you back onto the pillow and grabbed the thermometer that'd fallen off from the sudden movement. You made a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a sob.
"I know kiddo, you're burning up."
With gentle hands, he pulled your blanket upto your neck.
"You're shivering."
You really were. You were so cold. The blanket didn't feel enough. Nevertheless you tried to make yourself comfortable while Jason and Roy tried to figure out the suitable dosage for the fever medicine.
Jason looked a bit panicked but Roy was trying to calm him down.
"I know, I know. They're going to be fine. It's just...you know"
Roy smiled and nodded.
He did know what it was like, seeing your child in pain or discomfort. It was like a never-ending itch, scratching at you until they felt better. Even in your sleepy state, you could see stray tears in his eyes.
He must miss Lian a lot, you thought.
The next few moments were a feverish blur but you remember Jason fussing over you, offering you medicine and food periodically. You tried to keep all of it down, you really did. And when you did throw up, Jason was there to hold back your hair as you emptied your stomach into the toilet bowl.
By the next night, your fever was mostly down. You weren't feeling as weak as before and could actually sit up on your own. Jason wasn't in your room anymore, probably asleep or out at patrol. Snow was snoozing, curled up on the window sill.
On shaky feet, you got up. You stared out your window, wondering if Damian was going to show up tonight. Your head was still fuzzy from the fever so you throught you were hallucinating when you saw a shadow dart across your window.
You opened the window to the light drizzle, some of the raindrops falling onto your skin and making you shiver. The air smelled like rain. You liked the smell of rain. It helped you forget the lingering odour of sewage and vomit that usually bathed Gotham's streets. Rain smelled fresh and alive. You sneezed when a cold gust of wind hit your face.
You should head back to bed, you thought.
You turned to close the window when, out of your peripheral vision, you saw something pink and glittery, sitting on the window sill.
A doll.
You hadn't noticed it before.
How could you have possibly missed it?
Curious, you picked up the toy, inspecting it closely.
It was a plushie, it's body sewn and soft to the touch. It had a big head of blonde hair with pink tips. It wore a plain white cotton t-shirt and blue shorts. It looked like any ordinary kids toy and you wondered if it belonged to Lian. You presented it to Snow who sniffed and scratched at it. Immediately, you took it back from her, not wanting to damage one of Lian's toys by accident. Carefully, you placed the doll back on the windowsill.
"Hello!"
You froze, not expecting the doll to speak. You didn't know it was battery powered and the sudden greeting startled you quite a bit. Snow hissed at the sing song voice of the doll. You picked her up and placed her on the bed away from the toy.
"There..."
You ran your fingers through her soft fur and she purred, content. The two of you snuggled into bed and she pressed her tiny paws into your skin, making biscuits. You uttered a quiet "aw" before planting a kiss on her sweet face. She purred, the sound vibrating on your skin, pulling you into a deep slumber....
Warnings: Canon typical violence, stalking, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, harm to a pregnant woman (NOT INTENTIONAL), creepy behavior in general, mentions of drowning
a/n: I think I have whiplash from just writing this chapter...
Gotham had always been a breeding ground for evil.
It wasn't too uncommon for new villains to rise up, unchecked. It wasn't too difficult for someone to cause havoc unnoticed for a while. Batman was always too busy dealing with his usual nemeses. Thus it was not unexpected when the blame for the Joker's jailbreak immediately fell on Ivy. After all, it was her bioweapons that damaged the Arkham Asylum to the point of destruction, allowing the clown to escape his confinement.
Ivy was definitely one of the ones to blame.
One of them.
The truth of what happened that night was a lot more nuanced. But of course the local newspapers and TV stations didn't bother to investigate the finer details. They had a story, a big scoop at that! And they ran with it. The news that the Joker was loose in Gotham made front page headlines.
A woman sat on the edge of a rooftop, looking at the picture of the Joker on the newspaper. She traced his maniac smile with her fingers before smiling, almost subconsciously.
The picture would've looked so much better with her in it.
Harley got up, her high heels clicking sharply on the concrete. She cradled her bat to her chest, thinking of all the fun she was bound to have soon.
Especially now since…
A sudden thud distracted her from her thoughts. Her mind went into high alert immediately. Turning around, she didn't see anyone. But she knew someone was there. She could smell a faint scent of gunpowder that wasn't there before.
"You're cute. Care to show yourself?"
She heard footsteps again, behind her. But before she could turn, the unknown figure had her in a headlock. And soon enough, she felt the cold metal of a barrel on her temple.
"Where is he?!"
"Whoa, calm down, sweetie pie! That's no way to greet a lady…" she pouted like she wasn't being held at gunpoint right now.
"I will ask you one last time, where is the Joker? Where have you hid him?"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" Harleen smirked, causing Jason to tighten his grip. Even as she choked, she didn't stop smiling. It was disturbing how much she reminded him of the Joker.
"Careful there cowboy, do you treat all women in your life like this? Did your mama abandon you or something?" Harley continued trying to rile Jason up.
"Just shut up-"
"Or what? You'll shoot me?"
"I might."
"Oh I don't think so-"
Harley jabbed her baseball bat into the Red Hood's jaw with all her might. Startled, Jason loosened his grip for a moment and that was all that Harley needed. She wrangled out of his grasp and gripping her bat, whacked Jason over the head. Hard.
He stumbled back, clutching onto his helmet.
"Score!" Harley squealed, raising the bat for another blow.
Jason blocked her attack this time and they both stood there, locked in a stalemate.
"Joker can't hide from me forever" Jason growled, the eyes of his helmet gleaming in the dark of the night. "Either you tell me where he is or I'll find him myself. Even if I have to flip Gotham inside out."
"Aw, are you scared? Scared that he's out now? He could be anywhere, really! Does that thought keep you up at night?"
"Absolutely not. In fact, I'm happy that he broke out."
Jason pushed Harley, causing her to slam into the room's edge. Jason pinned her down and she kneed him hard, making him take a few steps back.
"You should be scared. Neither you nor Batman will stop him this time." She pointed her bat at him.
"I will kill him."
"Like hell you will! Batman will not let you."
"I don't give a fuck about Batman. I will kill the joker. I am the cure for this sick, twisted world."
Harley laughed at his words, circling him like a predator.
"You will have to get through me first!" She lunged at him, swinging her bat wildly. Jason blocked her attacks for a while until she cornered him into a wall. As soon as his back brushed the concrete, Jason got distracted for a second. Harley used the opportunity to land two consecutive blows on his head and neck. Jason groaned, instinctively kicking Harley in the abdomen and she doubled over, gasping in pain.
Both of them breathed heavily, looking at each other.
"You-"
"Where is he, Harley?"
"Who- who are you?"
Jason smiled, slowly getting up from his slumped position on the ground.
"The one to finally stop Joker."
You stared out the window, waiting for Damian.
The bedroom door swung open to reveal Roy. He placed a plate of sandwiches and a glass of water on the bedside table, raising his eyebrows at you.
"Waiting for Jason to return?"
You nodded, deciding not to tell him about the little boy who came to meet you every night.
"Don't worry. He'll be back soon."
"I know. I was just…bored, I guess."
Roy shot you a sympathetic look. "If you're into comic books, Lian had some of those…"
"Oh…thank you"
You'd never read a comic book before. You'd seen them in stores in Gotham but all Jason had were novels. Boring novels full of words and no pictures.
Roy opened a drawer and took out a bundle of books. He placed them on the bed and you nodded in acknowledgement. He ruffled your hair affectionately and you smiled up at him.
He was nice.
Lian was definitely lucky to have a parent like him.
A wave of jealousy bubbled up in your belly and a selfish part of you was glad that Lian was gone. You instantly scolded yourself for thinking of something so horrible.
But if you couldn't be happy, why should anyone else be?
Roy told you that he needed to take care of some chores and promptly left your room. You looked out the window again. Damian was nowhere to be found!
Sighing, you sat down on the floor and began to eat your food. The sandwiches were delicious. Soon you'd devoured the whole lot. Licking your lips, you placed the plate back on the nightstand, making a mental note to put it in the sink later.
Almost on cue, your window slid open. You swiftly turned to find Damian, absolutely drenched and shivering.
"What happened??" You asked as he stepped into the room, tracking dirt and murky water everywhere.
"Jumped into a sewer grate."
You cringed at the smell, plucking a piece of scrap plastic from his hair in disgust.
"Why would you do that??"
"Meow"
Your eyes bugged out of your head as a small kitten popped it's head out of his jacket, almost as if responding to your question.
"It's a cat!"
Damian smiled at you and then at the baby kitty.
"It is. She was stuck in the sewer and about to drown in that disgusting water."
"She does look a bit…"
"Yeah. She is probably a stray. She lived on the streets and alleyways so she is a bit malnourished and dirty."
You looked up at Damian because of the tone with which he said everything and he was grinning down at you.
"You ass!! Is that a jab at me?"
"I didn't say anything about you. Perhaps, you are projecting."
You punched him jokingly in the shoulder.
"Meanie!" You laughed, grabbing the kitten from him.
She had white fur all over her body though her tail was all black. She looked up at you with her big green eyes and your heart melted a little.
"She's so cute!" You exclaimed, petting her soft fur. She purred into your shirt, pressing her paws into it, making biscuits into the fabric.
"Aw…" Damian and you both said in unison.
"She seems to have taken a liking to you"
"I love her!"
"That's good because she is all yours."
Your head snapped up at Damian and your eyes widened.
"Wha-what?"
"She is yours to keep and take care of." Damian said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But what would Jason think…I can't just keep a cat here without his permission! This isnt even our house!"
"Who cares about Todd's opinions? Gotham wouldn't blow up if you adopted a tiny kitten, you know."
"But I don't know anything about taking care of kittens!!"
"That's what I am here for!" He plopped onto your bed and you screeched.
"Dami! Get off my bed, you stink of sewer water!!"
"You would feel right at home sleeping here then!"
"That's mean and not funny!!" You stomped your feet on the carpet. "Get off my bed or I'm calling Roy!"
"I was joking, relax." He said, getting off your bed and plopping down on the carpeted floor instead.
Great, your whole room will stink after this.
"Thank you.."
"Hm?"
"For getting her for me. I adore her."
"Tch. I didn't get her FOR you. I just happened to save her and you spend all your time twiddling your thumbs anyways. So I figured you'd have the time to take care of her."
"Mean but okay."
"I'm sorry facts offend you."
You pouted but sat down next to him anyways. The two of you just sat there for a while, playing with the little kitty.
"She'll need vet visit but I can take care of that tomorrow."
"Okay!"
Damian heard the front door open and Jason and Roy's voices outside so he stood up, preparing to leave.
You hid the kitten under the bed momentarily as the both of you made your way towards the window. He hopped onto the windowsill giving you a small wave goodbye and you did the same.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes I'll be there."
The wind blew into his face as he looked out towards the city, internally dreading another night of brutal patrol.
A noticable smell of perfume hit his nose, making him furrow his brows.
Women's perfume?
He couldn't see anyone out in the streets though.
Strange.
You kept rambling about something unimportant as he scanned the area again. No one. Where did the smell come from then?
It was probably nothing.
But in contrast to the pungent odour of his clothes, the fragrant scent stood out like a sore thumb. It was so strong here too.
Almost like someone was standing right outside the window.
But that wasn't possible, Damian argued. If someone was here, he would've seen them. And why would someone be here in the first place? He'd have noticed if someone had followed him into the apartment. Damian wondered if he was overthinking things and stressing himself out for no reason.
"Dami? What happened?"
"You lock your window after I leave everynight…right?"
"Uh? No? I keep it opened. The wind makes the room cool-"
"Lock it."
"But-"
"Lock it, you idiot. You live in Gotham."
"But we are several floors up! And Jason is just a door away..why does it matter?"
"Don't argue with me, Rat. Lock your window after I leave, okay?"
"Okay."
He wanted to ruffle your unruly locks but he suppressed the urge.
"I'll be back tomorrow. "
"Okay!"
With that, he grappled away. You looked out after him, until his form disappeared among the buildings. You closed the window, locking it just like Damian told you to. You were just about to draw the curtains when the doorknob twisted and Jason stepped in
"Jason!" You ran to hug him and he hugged you back. Picking you up, he planted a kiss on the crown of your head.
"How's my favourite kiddo?"
"Roy made me sandwiches!" You told him, pointing at the empty plate on the night stand.
"Yeah? Did you share them with Damian?"
You froze. How did Jason know about the two of you? You didn't know what to say and Jason laughed, seeing the look on your face.
"You…you knew?"
"Since the first day. I lived with Batman, kid. Family of detectives. You think you can hide things from me that easily?"
"…"
"Also Dick noticed Damian skipping Patrol and tracked him to…here. And he told me immediately."
"Am I in trouble?" You asked sheepishly.
"What? No! I mean I'm a bit wary of that little twerp but he is harmless in the grand scheme of things and it's probably good that he's here when Roy and me are on patrol. You shouldn't be left alone." Jason explained and you sighed, relieved.
"Though, I don't love the fact that they know where we are…"
"I'm sorry"
"It's not your fault. You didnt do anything wrong. And I'm happy you're making friends. Even if that friend is…Damian freaking Wayne"
The kitten popped it's head from under the bed, biting into Jason's shoelace.
"What the fu-"
"Damian brought her!" You quickly picked the tiny thing up. "Can we keep her, please?" You tried to pull off your best puppy dog eyes.
"As long as I don't have to clean its shit…sure?"
"Yay!!" You jumped on the bed, causing it to creak and bounce.
"Whoa, calm down kid!" Jason sat you down. "What's her name?"
"Uh, Damian didn't say she had one?"
"Do you want to give her a name?"
"Hmm…." You picked the kitten up, giving her a once over.
"Snow! Because she's white!"
"Thats…creative. Snow it is then!"
The both of you laughed and Snow meowed, looking happy and content herself.
.
.
.
"Aw, what a happy little family…" Harley mused, looking less than thrilled. Who knew the Red Hood was such a family man? Her eyes zoned in on you, trying to focus despite the distance.
You.
Such an innocent, perfect little thing.
She felt a pang of pain all over her body and dry heaved, gripping her stomach. She'd followed the Red hood home after their fight.
After he'd dared to kick a pregnant woman in the stomach.
It was definitely lucky that he was slightly concussed, unable to catch her stalking him. And it'd led her right to you.
She watched as Jason tucked you into bed and left the room.
Vulnerable.
It was just too perfect!
Harley grinned, the voices screaming to her about her unborn child faded for a moment and a devilishly evil plan took hold of her mind.
His Robin || Chapter 12 : Friends Forever (Part 1)
Main masterlist here. Previous chapter here.
Summary: We all need someone to rely on. And tonight, your 'someone' ends up being Damian.
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: Angst! Peeks into readers backstory, comments on reader's body, mentions of malnourishment and abuse
a/n: Splitting this chapter again because there's a ton of parts so I figured it'd work better as two separate chapters. Let me know what you think of reader's backstory! poor Damian though!! My boy is seriously being thrown into the best friend / brother role lmaoo. Happy reading as always everyone!
True to his word, Damian showed up the very next night at your lian's window again. This time he didn't mind the soft thump of his boots on the carpeted floor because both Jason and Roy had gone out, leaving you all alone. Damian felt a strange sense of deja vu. It reminded him of the day he first met you at Todd's apartment. How you'd stood your ground and even tried to fight back despite being no match against someone of his caliber.
"Dami!" You ran up to him , grabbing onto his hood, much to his displeasure.
"Don't make me regret this…" He warned you.
"So where are we going tonight?" You were practically jumping up and down with energy.
"Nowhere…I'm not taking you into Gotham's streets, especially at this hour."
"But-"
"No buts…first you must learn how to spar. Only then will I allow you outside at night."
"I used to be outside at night all the time!" You argued and Damian shot you a glare.
"Yes but back then no one would've cared if you died. Its different now."
"Aw, you care about me" you crooned and Damian pretended to gag.
"I care more about Jason planning to assassinate me if something did happen to you"
"It wouldn't kill you to admit that you care atleast a little, you know."
"I don't care about you. You pulled on my hair, you street rat."
"You broke in!"
"First lesson of self defense, if you come across an armed intruder and you yourself are not armed, do not try to fight! You will be killed."
"How's that self defense if I don't fight back?"
"How's it self defense if you die immediately?"
Damian sighed, showing you some of this equipment and weapons.
"Sword, you already know that one…I was trained in the art of sword fighting back at the league of assassins"
"Will you teach me?"
"Sword fighting? I suppose I could but you seem like you'd do better with long ranged weaponry, in my opinion."
"As in?"
"Bows and arrows, spears, throwing knifes, batarangs-" He handed you a bat shaped blade, smirking.
"Can I throw this at anyone?"
"That is one of the sharpest blades you'll ever hold. Be careful with it. And just having it in your possession isn't enough. You must have excellent aim."
"Oh…"
Damian shrugged, "you cannot become a fighter without training."
"I guess that makes sense…"
Damian gave your physique a once over, frowning.
"You are incredibly small for your age."
His tone made you shrink back, self conscious of your frame. But Damian continued.
"And you have extremely low muscle mass-"
"Quit being mean!" You cried, trying to wrap your jacket around you to cover your body.
"I am just stating facts." Damian shrugged. "You can't expect to take down a fully grown adult when you're so….." He didn't say that last part but you caught the implication of his words.
"Are you eating well?"
"Huh?"
"Your diet. And I don't mean whatever junk food Todd is feeding you."
"Hey-"
"How many calories are you consuming on a daily basis?"
"Huh- what?"
Your head spun trying to think of everything you had eaten the past week. You'd never considered that your food habits mattered that much in becoming a fighter. And Jason never forbade you from eating anything so you figured it was fine.
"Look-" Damian snapped you out of your stupor, "I think my previous suggestion of long ranged weapons could work…" You had a feeling that he was just trying to make you feel better now. "You might not be good at hand to hand combat because of your size. However, it also gives you an advantage…you could be stealthier than anyone else. Its easier to slip in and out of places undetected if you're small and nimble."
"Really?" You asked, hoping he was being serious.
"Do you think I'm joking??"
You pouted at him and Damian huffed out a breath.
"You need to build muscle" He said, poking at your bicep. "And start an exercise regiment…"
"…okay."
"Start with light exercise and slowly work your way up from there…Do you have any athletic history?"
"I- what?"
"You know what, nevermind. You probably do not."
"My parents…I don't remember much about them." You blurted out, quite randomly. Damian raised a brow but didn't object. He simply nodded.
"I see."
"I don't think they liked me very much."
"How did you end up on the streets anyways?"
"I don't remember…but I remember my parents always yelling and screaming and I always hid when it happened."
Damian listened to you quietly and although he couldn't relate to any of your experiences, both Talia and Ra's were much too composed and deceitful for such an outburst, he still let you vent to him.
He wondered if Jason knew…
Jason did tend to get hot-headed from time to time, atleast from what he'd heard back at the manor.
"And when I try to remember my head hurts…like really hurts and I feel like I can't breathe…"
"You probably shouldn't try to recall it then."
"But I want to remember!"
"And why is that?"
"I think…I want to meet my parents again."
"Why? They abandoned you. They clearly do not have your best interest in mind. And besides, you have Todd now."
"Yeah but he's not my dad!"
There was silence and you panicked, thinking you'd said something wrong. You turned towards Damian and he was just staring at you. He looked completely taken aback.
"What?"
"What did you just say?"
"I- Jason is not my dad?"
"Alright. I-I just didn't expect that. What is he to you, then?"
You opened and closed your mouth, confused. You'd never given your relationship much thought. Any thought, really.
And now you wondered what Jason thought of you.
"I don't know…"
"You know, when father took Jason in, he was just like you."
"What? Jason is adopted?"
"You didn't know?"
You looked down at the floor, dejected. Of course Jason never told you. Of course he didn't trust you enough to tell you about himself.
Did this mean that he hated you?
Why wouldn't he trust you?
You'd been a good kid. You'd never bothered him.
Right?
"Don't take it to heart" Damian said. Maybe he saw it in your expression and just wanted to reassure you but it barely worked to sooth your worries. "Todd is an idiot. He has a lot of problems…with everyone."
"Why?"
"Again, it's not my place to tell but you two might be more similar than you think."
Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and Damian looked uncomfortable. But he also couldn't leave you when you looked so small - both literally and metaphorically.
"Now, why are you crying…"
You rubbed at your eyes at his comment but couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping your mouth. Damian awkwardly scooted closer to you as you tried, in vain, to stop the tears.
"Do you think Jason hates me?" You asked in between sobs.
Damian looked flabbergasted.
"Why would you think that?? That idiot loves one thing in the world right now and its you."
"But what if he changes his mind? What if he doesn't want me around anymore?"
"Then I will personally kick his ass."
"Why? You don't like me either…"
That shut Damian up for a solid minute as he scrambled to conjure up an explanation and you continued to weep.
"I don't hate you-"
"You've said it multiple times…"
"If I hated you, I wouldnt be here with you right now. I don't know about other people but I don't particularly fancy spending time with people I dislike"
You snifled, looking up at him with teary eyes and a pout and his fingers twitched at his sides.
Goddammit, he wanted to hug you. He wanted to reassure you that you'd be well taken care of. He didn't know what had happened to you but clearly it'd left its scars, even if you didn't remember much, you still suffered its consequences. He could see that much. He realised how fortunate he was, to have a loving mother to raise him, even if that upbringing entailed vigorous training and strict discipline. He was so much better off than you, who'd been treated like filth and left to rot on Gotham's streets.
Slowly, he inched closer and wrapped his arms around you, almost trying to contain the sobs that wracked your body. You curled against him instantly, hugging him tightly and Damian almost panicked. It was too much, having your head rest on his shoulder, your tears wetting his vest, your small hands clutching his cape.
It was intimate and it was so disgusting.
But your cries slowly died down and Damian patted your back comfortingly. The two of you stayed like that for a while before Damian realised that you'd become dead weight in his arms. He carefully turned his head to find you snoozing, tears drying on your cheeks. You were drooling on his cape and Damian was surprised at how little that bothered him. He didn't mind, as long as you were sleeping soundly. He carefully got up, with you still in his grasp and maneuvered his way to the bed. He dropped you in gently, wrapping the blanket snug around your form.
"Dami…" You whispered in your sleep, reaching your hand out.
Damian grasped it, before realizing that you must've been dreaming. Embarassed, he stood up before hurriedly packing up all the scattered equipment. Jason and Roy would be home soon and he'd rather not linger around for that.
He leapt onto the windowsill, casting one last glance at your sleeping figure on the bed.
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Summary: New home, new allies. But Gotham is infamous for tearing families apart and you wonder if your happiness with jason is only temporary.
WC: 2.7k
Warnings: Nothing but a tiny bit angst!
a/n: Hi my lovely Blu Jays! Sorry this chapter took a while! I was busy volunteering at my college for an event! But it is done now and we can get back to this fic. For those of you who voted for Roy in my previous poll, congrats! you got it!! This fic is kinda turning into a Damian x platonic!reader and I'm lowkey kinda loving it? would love to explore their dynamic more but what do you think? let me know and as always, happy reading!
"Jason!" You whined, feeling the cold air rush past your ears, making your hair whip around wildly in the wind.
"Where are we going?"
You tugged on the hem of his sleeve and he grunted, "Hold still kid, almost there."
You nodded, trying to relax against him but the frigid breeze made you shiver and your teeth clatter. Tonight was one of the coldest nights in Gotham and although you were well dressed, it didnt offer much protection whilst on a speeding bike.
Especially with Jason as the driver.
You didn't notice your eyes drooping closed but you woke up a few minutes later when Jason jostled you out of the bike. The movement earned a displeased grumble from you and Jason adjusted his hold to be more comfortable for you.
"I'm sorry" He apologized, "didn't mean to wake you but we're here."
You looked out with beary eyes into the dark parking lot of a typical Gotham apartment complex. Unlike your last apartment though, this one had an elevator. The elevator music was eerily melodic, doing little to ease your suspicion of this strange new place. If not for Jason, you wouldn't have trusted a place like this, especially during the night. The apartment looked to be built with good intentions but decades of poor maintenance had really eaten away at the classy decor and amenities that the place had to offer. The wallpaper, once pretty and vibrant, now a dull yellow tint, peeled off the walls unevenly. The floors creeked under Jason's firm footsteps and the pipes howled through the walls occasionally.
All the apartment doors were closed as you two strode through the empty hallways. You wondered what kind of people lived here. Knowing Gotham, it would probably be drug addicts, criminals or poor innocent people living on barely survivable wages, working dead end jobs that could barely cover their rent and food. You were part of that statistic once, alone and afraid and no place to call home except for a disgusting dumpster in an alleyway. Subconsciously, you curled further into Jason's chest as if he'd hear you thoughts and abandon you. Instead you felt his hand come up to rest comfortably on your back, giving you a gentle pat. A warm feeling fluttered in you heart, bringing tears into you eyes and you were thankful he wasn't looking at you.
"Almost there" he whispered, his voice still noticeably loud in the quiet of the place.
Approaching am unmarked door he knocked twice and waited. After a while, he tapped the peephole glass with his finger impatiently.
"Open up, Harper"
Harper. You noted the name with intrigue. This wasn't just a random apartment to call home, this WAS someone's home already. And their name was Harper. You tried to observe Jason's expression, to see if it'd reveal anything about the company you were going to have but you couldn't tell anything.
The door slowly opened just a pinch with a reverberating creak. Someone peeked out from inside. But before they could say anything, Jason pushed it further in callously and walked in like he owned the place.
"Geez Jaybird, whatever happened to 'Hi', 'Hello', 'How are you' and stuff?"
The man looked about Jason's age. He wore a cap that hid most of his head but his bright ginger hair spilled out from underneath it and onto his shoulders and back. He wore casual clothes, a hoodie and jeans - nothing too exciting. He looked friendly enough, you thought. And if Jason trusted him then you did too.
He paused when he saw you and for a second, you saw the ghost of a frown on his lips. But he quickly composed himself.
"And who's this?" He asked, curiously.
"Long story"
"Give me the short version"
Jason sighed, looking rather annoyed, "My kid-"
"What?! Who's the mom???"
"No-" Jason almost facepalmed and for a moment you contemplated the thought of having a mother.
Would she sing you to sleep with lullabies?
Would she bake you cookies and stitch your ripped clothes back together?
How would she be different from Jason?
If Jason ever did date someone, would they look after you the same way he did?
Or would they reject you?
Like your own parents had..
Was Jason just caring for you out of pity?
He was the one who scared you when you first met…
Did he feel guilty about that?
If you didn't meet on that day, would he even care about you at all, then?
"I found them-"
"Does picking up street children run in your family or what-"
"Does the habit of interrupting run in yours?"
Harper laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Touche. Well, come on in. Make yourself at home Jaybird and….little Jaybird."
"I have a name!!" You announced and the red-head laughed again.
"Oh? I'm sorry I didn't even ask! What's your name, kiddo?"
You told him your name and he ruffled your hair affectionately.
"Cute name, kid. Are you hungry?"
You nodded and Jason muttered something about you always being hungry. Roy shot him a look.
"Well, you're a big growing kid so that's fair…"
"Agree with you except for the 'big' part."
Harper rolled his eyes, "Don't mind him. I have brownies in the fridge. Do you want some?"
Jason chuckled when your eyes lit up and you followed the other man to the kitchen. Roy lifted you onto the granite countertop and fetched the brownies from the fridge. He heated them up in the small microwave and served you one on a plate.
Jason's eyes softened, seeing the two of you laughing and enjoying the treat together. He knew you were pretty easy to bribe with food but still, Roy had managed to befriend you in such a short time.
He was definitely a good dad.
Jason sighed, taking a seat on the worn out couch.
"So, what happened to your safehouse?" Roy questioned, raising a brow.
"Long story"
"Of course it is. Well, I don't mind having company over."
"Not like I'm giving you a choice anyways…Kid needs a place to sleep and I'm not staying at the manor."
"Hm. Well, they can sleep in Lian's room"
Your ears perked up at the mention of a new person. So far, you didn't think there was someone else living here.
"Who's Lian?" You asked curiously.
Jason didn't answer and neither did the other man. The resulting silence made you feel self conscious, like you'd said something wrong. It made anxiety bubble in your stomach and you looked towards Jason for reassurance. He simply shrugged.
"Lian i-was my daughter" Harper explained.
Was?
"Oh. Is she here?" You asked, immediately regretting the question when Roy furrowed his brows.
"No. No, she's not here right now." You sensed that this was a touchy topic and didn't dare ask why she wasn't there.
What could've possibly happened?
Fearing the worst, you scolded yourself for even asking in the first place. You couldn't imagine having to live without Jason and you'd only known him for a few weeks - a month at most! And this man had to live without his daughter for God knows how long?
Jason sighed again, looking at Roy with genuine sympathy that you didn't quite catch. To ease some of the awkward tension, he rushed you to bed.
It was getting late anyways.
Lian's room was very well furnished. A small child sized bed rested in one corner, it's covers neatly made. One one side a small bedside table stood, complete with an alarm clock and a table lamp. The shelves and desk tops were covered in dolls and soft toys, very typical for a little girls bedroom. You imagined her clothes folded up neatly inside the closet. Jason placed the dufflebag full of his old your clothes on the floor beside the bed.
"Make yourself comfortable, kiddo" Roy said, helping you onto the bed, noting the thin bandange that ran down your lower leg. He'd ask Jason about it later.
"And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"Okay."
Jason ruffled your hair, tucking you into bed as usual. You hugged him, sad that you couldn't sleep with him. You liked to curl up against him, the nightmares didn't bother you much with him around. But you also didn't want to complain, so you sucked up to the situation. You were sleeping alone tonight.
"Sweet dreams" Roy whispered as he flicked the light switch off and both he and Jason promptly left you to sleep, closing the door behind them.
You lay there for a while, chasing that nocturnal bliss that you knew was right there on the tips of your eyelids. It had been a tough week. You were tired. So why did sleep refuse to visit you? You sat up after a while, restless.
You looked around.
Lian…
You wondered what she was like.
If you two met, would you be good friends?
You wanted a friend.
Chatter emanated from the living room outside, thought you couldn't hear what Jason and Roy were talking about. Slowly, you got out of bed.
The bedroom looked sad in the blue glow of the moonlight.
This bedroom didn't belong to you.
Get out.
How could you possibly sleep here?
Get out
When you didn't even know what happened to the girl who lived here?
Out. Now.
You would be lying if you said you weren't even a little bit curious. But you didn't want to ask Jason or Roy and possibly open old wounds. You let out a frustrated breath, sleep wasn't coming to you either way. Perhaps it was the new surroundings or the absence of Jason, but you weren't really sleepy tonight.
You padded over to the window and pulled it open. Cool air rushed in almost instantly and you sighed when it hit your face. You looked down. You weren't that particularly high up so you leaned down.
"I swear, if you fall I will not even bother catching you."
You jerked you head up to see Damian sitting on the windowsill of the neighboring building, shaking his head at you in disapproval.
"No wonder you almost died to Ivy, you have the survival instincts of a wet issue paper."
"You followed us." You said simply and he shook his head.
"I have better things to do than stalk Todd and his little spawn."
"And yet you're here."
"I was simply in the area-"
"Sure…" You drawled, not quite believing him.
"And besides, father has put a tracker on you so-"
"WHA-"
Damian moved to you with lightening speed, slapping his hand over your mouth to muffle your outburst.
"Shut up or I will drop you three storeys down."
You had half a mind to bite his hand clean off but you lend him the mercy of keeping his digits this time. Still, you glared at the boy, now standing in the bedroom with you.
"Why would you do that?"
"First of all, I didnt do anything. And secondly, to answer your question, father wishes to keep an eye on Todd."
"Oh so you're using me."
"Are you seriously upset right now?"
"Yes!!" You threw your hands in the air.
"You put a tracker on me without my permission!"
"That's how putting trackers on targets usually works…"
"Oh so I'm a target?!" Tears welled up in your eyes. You were already in not the best of moods and Damian's lack of concern only made it worse.
"I , frankly, do not know why you're being so dramatic. It is just a location tracker. It will not explode and kill you or anything."
"Jason would not like this." You reminded him and he shrugged.
"Todd barely has his own best interests in mind."
"I thought you liked me…"
"I don't know who gave you that idea! I don't-"
"Not you!" You cried, sitting down on the carpeted floor with a soft thump. "Your family. They were so nice."
"They are nice. Nicer than me, atleast. "
"But clearly you all had ulterior motives! You just want Jason. You don't actually care about me. You just think you can get to Jason through me!" You bawled, not sure why this made you so upset.
Damian looked genuinely uncomfortable, glancing outside and then back at you.
"Calm down, what is this about?" He asked, bending down to your level. You wiped at your eyes furiously, trying to stop more tears from coming out.
"Clearly it's not just the tracker. There's something else, isn't there?"
"I hate you"
Damian laughed.
"I hate you too. But I cannot leave you crying or Todd will send thugs after me tomorrow morning. So spill, what happened?"
"N-nothing."
"You are terrible at lying, you know" Damian plopped down next to you, eyeing the closed bedroom door.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know how to fight."
"Yeah, you're pretty pathetic." Damian said, earning a elbow from you. "But I wouldn't expect much from a regular Gothamite." He retorted defensively.
"Yeah just rub it in my face…"
"I'm not trying to be rude, atleast not this time. You didnt have Batman or the league of assassins to give you any formal combat training."
"I have Jason, but he won't teach me anything."
"I suppose Todd is scared."
"Scared of what?"
"I think he is scared that you will follow in his footsteps and become a vigilante."
"What if I want to follow in his footsteps!" You argued. You didn't understand why Damian started laughing, however.
"Trust me, you do not want to follow in Jason Todd's footsteps."
"But-"
"He has been through…a lot. And even though I could care less about someone like you, I would still rather you not face the same trauma."
It shocked you as to how genuine Damian sounded. Instinctively, you scooted closer to him, seeking comfort. He let you be, even wrapped you blanket tighter around your form.
"How do you know all this?"
"I saw it when I was merely a child. Jason, he..my family saved him. But I suppose "save" isn't the best word for what happened to him."
"You're scaring me."
"How do you plan on becoming a vigilante when you're scared this easily?"
You pouted and he lifted himself off the floor.
"Well, time for me to go-"
"Wait! Tell me what happened!"
Damian looked back at you, his face illuminated dimly in the faint moonlight and you thought you saw sadness and regret there.
"It's not my story to tell, I'm afraid."
You raced after him to the window.
"Dami…"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave. Please."
Damian froze at that request. He didn't understand why you wanted him there. The first time you met him, he foght you and almost left you to be plant food.
Todd was definitely right in not training you. You definitely needed something, but that something was not fighting lessons. It was so typical too, Todd taking in someone with seemingly as many issues as him.
"What do you want?"
"I can't sleep."
"Do I look like a babysitter to you?" He shot you an incredulous look.
"Dami, don't be mean."
"I just don't understand what you expect of me?"
"Take me with you…"
"On patrol? Absolutely not!"
"But-"
"Do you want to see Todd end my life? Is that what you want?"
"No-"
"You're not a vigilante, kid. You're not even anyone special." You winced at his blunt tone. "You'd be nothing but a liability. This isn't a game. In Gotham, it's oftentimes a matter of life or death. I think you would know that better than anyone."
You nodded sadly.
"Not many people have the privilege of being under the Red Hood's protection. Why do you want to jeopardize your own safety like this?"
"I just want to help.." You muttered.
Damian sighed.
"Look, if you want to learn how to fight that bad, I could teach you a little" your eyes widened instantly, "But, you have to go to sleep tonight, okay? And not a word of this to Todd."
"Deal!" You shook his hand forcefully and he pretended to gag.
You giggled.
"Now off to bed with you."
He watched as you marched right back onto the bed without another word and buried yourself right under the covers. He closed the window, giving your sleeping form one final glance before taking off into the Gotham skies.
Summary: The stage is set for a big family reunion. But nothing can ever go smoothly when bad luck keeps following you around.
WC: 2.6k
Warnings: Angst, Bruce tryna be a good father? feelings of insecurity, JOKER IS MENTIONED
a/n: Hi my lovely Blu Jays! SO this concludes our first act!! How are we feeling? I'd like to thank everyone who left the most amazing comments on my last couple posts! So many people joined the taglist it's actually kind of insane!! With that being said, happy reading! I was in the kitchen simmering this chapter for a while so I hope yall love it very much!!
Jason drove his bike through the thick foliage that covered the streets of Gotham, shooting them to make them wither away. They hissed at him like a feral animal, lashing out with their vines and Jason slashed them all without mercy. They were just another one of ivy's little tricks. Around him, the earth shook and rumbled, buildings collapsing and people dying in a multitude of ways.
All he could think about was you.
You who'd been left completely alone in the safehouse. You who'd never been trained to fight.
He felt like he'd trapped you in a guilded cage, promising safety and comfort but now, you were in the worst place you could ever be - in an apartment seven floors up, all alone and defenseless.
The thought made him panic even more.
A couple more minutes and Jason stood in front of the ruined remains of the building. His heart pounded in his chest as he made the horrifying realization that you were nowhere to be found. He pushed through rubble and corpses, trying to find any sign of you. He froze when he saw a jacket. His jacket. Trapped underneath some rubble and steel, it reminded him of your first day in the apartment.
"Where's my jacket?"
Jason looked up at you, "what?"
"My jacket- the one I was wearing?"
He huffed and then barked out a laugh and you didn't understand why. "Oh your jacket, is it?" He looked at you with a smirk.
Jason swallowed down the bile rising up his throat as he continued his search, every second that passed made him lose any hope of ever finding you.
This was all his fault.
Was this what Bruce felt when he died?
Guilt and desperation crept up his spine and Jason felt like he was going crazy. Where were you? He needed to find you, atleast a body. If he found a body then atleast he could take you to the lazaru-
"Jason, calm down."
Jason froze. He turned around and was greeted by Batman standing just a few feet away from him, cape flowing languidly in the wind.
What was Bruce doing here? He wondered. But the thought of you tugged his mind back to reality. He ignored Batman, like he always did and went back to looking for you.
"Jason, the child is not here."
Jason paused at the mention of you.
What was Bruce talking about? You- where were you?
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"They are at the manor, safe and sound. I promise you."
"What?! Who the hell took them there??"
"Robin brought them in. He rescued them from the collapsing building" Bruce explained with pride in his voice and Jason hated it. "You owe him a thank you."
"I owe Tim nothing." Jason snapped.
"It wasn't Tim who saved them."
Jason's eyes widened behind his helmet. Confusion marred his features but Batman couldn't see that.
"Then who?"
"Damian did."
Now Jason was fully confused.
"Who the fuck is Damian?" Jason struggled to comprehend what Bruce was saying, especially when half his mind was still occupied with you. "Did you take in ANOTHER kid?!"
Bruce nodded awkwardly and Jason threw his hands up, exasperated.
"Oh my God- of course! You've not changed the slightest, B"
"And you've changed too much, Jason."
"Don't you dare get sentimental on me now, old man. You know where I stand on this. I don't regret my actions the slightest bit."
"Do you regret taking that child in?"
Jason stilled, caught off guard by that question.
"No-no I don't. I don't. They were dying out on the streets. I gave them a home. I-"
"And yet, had it not been for Robin, they would've been dead."
"I-"
"You were responsible for them, Jason. They depended on you. And you left them alone. What would've happened if Robin wasn't in the area? What if you did find their body under the rubble. Would you have ever forgiven yourself?"
"Are you seriously lecturing me on how to be a better guardian?"
"No…" Bruce looked down, remorseful "I'm telling you this because I made the same mistake once."
Jason froze. The sudden Deja vu made him nauseous. He felt sick, his thoughts rushing to that moment before Bruce interrupted them.
"And back then, I had no one to save you. And you became my greatest failure."
"I- no… this- this is different."
"Is it? If anything, this is way worse. You had training. They don't"
"Shut up! Just stop, shut up!"
Jason sat down abruptly on the rubble. He felt guilty, a heavy weight settling into his gut that he just couldn't push away. You deserved so much better than him. He wanted to love you and protect you but clearly he was way out of his element here.
"They are…they are okay, right?" Jason muttered, his voice quivering with anxiety. The kind he hadn't felt in quite some time.
"They sustained minor injuries but they are stable."
"Alright."
When Jason made no effort to move, Bruce raised his eyebrows.
"Jason-"
"Just take care of them…please. They are a good kid. And for the love of god do not make them a Robin. Even if they want to-"
"I'm not keeping the kid, Jason."
Jason's head snapped up, so hard he almost sprained his neck.
"What-"
"They don't want to live at the manor Jason, they want to live with you."
"But-"
"I may disagree with your…methods. But everyone can see, clear as day, that that kid likes you. You are the best thing to ever happen to that child, Jason."
Jason angrily blinked away the tears that had gathered on the brim of his eyes.
"They deserve better."
"Then BE better" Jason flinched briefly when Bruce raised his voice. "Be better, for their sake."
"That's rich coming from you, B." Jason laughed bitterly. "And I suppose I have to go to the manor to pick them up?"
"Yes."
"This doesn't mean we are family again. I'm only going there for them and I wont be staying so don't even try."
"Jason. You will always be my son."
Jason opened his mouth to protest, to curse Bruce out. But he didnt want to waste a single second, not when you were at the place he didnt want to ever return to. So for now, he let the topic go.
You were waiting for him.
"What's that?" You asked curiously, pointing to a circular object on the floor.
"That's called a roomba" Dick explained, "it's like a robot that cleans your floor"
"Oh" You glanced at the cup of strawberry milk in your hands and then back at the small robot.
"Don't even think about it." Dick warned, pulling you onto his lap to boop your nose.
"Now, finish your drink, buddy. We have a whole mansion to explore"
"Okay!" You nodded and took a big gulp, "but where is Jason? You said he'd be here."
Dick sighed. You'd asked the same question almost five times now.
"He'll be here. Don't you worry." He ruffled your hair and you shivered.
"How about I show you his childhood room?"
Your eyes lit up at the suggestion and Dick could see why Jason adored you so much. You were adorable.
"Yes please."
And polite too.
He scooped you up, discarding your empty cup into the nearest trash can and off you two went to explore.
The manor was huge! Which made sense given that THE Bruce Wayne lived here. Dick took you up a flight of stairs and through several corridors before stopping in front of a particular room. You wondered how he remembered the way around the house. You would've surely gotten lost here.
"Ta-da! Behold, Jason Todd's bedroom"
He grabbed the door handle and swung the door open.
Your eyes widened at the huge room almost the same size as your whole apartment. The walls were painted a nice solid blue and had two giant windows. There was a huge bed, enough to fit almost three people. The bed was freshly made, it didn't look like someone old room, it looked alive! There was a huge bookshelf stocked with books and a huge closet, no doubt full of Jason's old clothes. A study desk sat in a corner along with another cabinet full of toys and plushies.
"Whoa! Jason lived here?" You asked in awe.
"Yeah!" You missed the sad look in Dick's eyes as he too took in the sight of the room. But like you, he was dealing with a wave of nostalgia. It was almost too much.
"Come on, Jason. Let's go to the movies. You can read your stupid book later!"
"Leave me alone, Dickhead! I'm almost at the last chapter. And besides, I don't want to watch whatever gross romance movie you like."
"Says the guy who reads Jane Austen."
"Jane Austen is leagues ahead of those cringe, vomit inducing films."
"Ugh, come on! I convinced Bruce to let me off patrol for this!"
"Whoa oopsie, would you look at that? I still have patrol. So I can't go."
"Ugh, you're literally the worst." Dick flopped onto the bed with a sigh and Jason laughed.
"You're so dramatic, jesus."
"I prefer the term, "in tune with my emotions." You should try it sometime, little wing"
"You're the circus act, not me." Dick glared at Jason and Jason lifted his hands in mock surrender.
"Too far?"
"You're…okay." Dick muttered and Jason closed his book, getting off the bed.
"So…what should I wear to the movie?" Dick's eyes lit up and he flashed Jason a dazzling smile.
"I love you, lil bro"
"Whoa whoa, calm down there, Dickhead. Dinner is on you."
"You little-"
"Or, you can conviniently forget your wallet and distress call Bruce." Jason shrugged like he hadn't just suggested a delivilish plan and sauntered away to get dressed.
"That's evil…but also kinda genius"
"Dick!"
Dick snapped back to reality when he heard you call his name.
He looked down and you were pushing him. He was utterly confused for a moment before you spoke to clear things up.
"Jason is here! I saw him from the window!"
You were jumping up and down, buzzing with energy. Dick Grayson nodded, trying to calm you down a bit. He led you down the stairs and into the foyer where you full on sprinted when you saw Jason.
"JAS-"
"Be careful not to-"
You forgot about your sprained ankle and as soon as you picked up speed, your legs buckled under you and you promptly face planted.
"-fall" Dick rubbed his face in frustration, trying to keep the laughter at bay.
"Good to see you're okay, kiddo." Jason picked you up, dusting the dirt off your reddened cheeks. Your eyes glossed over with tears at the sight of him. You hugged him and he patted your head affectionately.
"I missed you!!" You whined.
"I missed you too, kid. I was worried half to death."
"I'm sorry…" you buried your face in his shirt and wrapped up ur arms around his neck.
"It's not your fault. I'm sorry for leaving you all alone."
You tried not to remember the grip of vines on your skin, the sound of plant matter as the earthy ropes pulled you closer and closer to a premature end.
"It's okay… Dami saved me"
Jason paused, your words igniting a wave of jealousy inside him that he didn't even know existed. Not only did the new Robin played your savior, but you already had a nickname for him…
You didn't have a nickname for Jason…
"I see. Well, let's go then…"
You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking confused.
"Where are we going?"
"Yeah little wing, where are you going? Last I checked, you safehouse wasn't all that safe anymore."
Jason glared at Dick but he brushed it off.
"It's late. And besides, we don't even know if Ivy is done with her surprise bioterrorism attacks yet. You should stay-"
"Absolutely not-"
"-the night! Atleast stay the night, Jason! Alfred prepared a nice dinner-"
"Furthermore, your child is tired, Todd. It would be better if they're allowed to rest."
All eyes turned to look at Damian, who was perched on top of the stairway. Jason narrowed his eyes at him and he glared back.
"Hi Dami!"
"Who- wha- Dami??? Who said you could call me that?"
"I came up with it myself!" You pouted, as if worried someone would try to steal your credit. "It's a cute name."
"I am not cute!"
"Do you like being called 'grumpy' more, then?"
Tim suppressed a giggle but Dick wasn't that strong it seemed. He cackled out a laugh and Damian almost threw a batarang at him.
Jason sighed, breaking the comedic mood.
"Where do you want to stay?" He asked you and you looked between him and the others. Dick looked at you with pleading eyes and so did Tim. Damian looked quite indifferent but you were certain that he'd be upset if you straight up left.
You turned back to Jason. He looked tired. Exhausted. He shifted around on his feet awkwardly, as if being amidst his own family was making him self conscious.
"Um.."
You didnt know what to do. The decision wasn't easy certainly, especially for someone of your age. You hated the silence that enveloped the scene. Everyone was waiting for you to choose.
You didnt know what to pick.
You wanted to stay at the manor, it was warm inside and there was good food.
But you didn't want to make Jason upset.
"I-"
Jason looked away, staring into the reflection of himself on his helmet. He couldn't fault you for being conflicted. His own stomach was grumbling and the thought of Alfred's home-cooked food made his mouth water and gut protest.
"I'll go with Jason."
Wait what.
Dick widened his eyes, looking at Bruce who didn't seem phased at all.
"You want to…?"
"I'll go wherever you go." You looked at Jason and he nearly cried. His heart was beating out of control in his chest.
It was too soon to return home to the manor.
Too soon.
Bruce shrugged, turning to Jason now. "I'll arrange for a temporary place for the nig-"
"No need, I know a place."
A beat of silence and then Bruce nodded awkwardly.
"Very well then."
"We shouldn't have let them go…I'm just saying. Jason can't run away from us forever Bruce."
"It was what the kid wanted."
"But they're just a kid. A child. You can't expect them to make the best decision."
"Perhaps not. But I didnt want to argue with Jason in front of them. They trust him and love him."
"He loves that child too…" Dick pointed out, smiling faintly. "It's strange…seeing him be so…caring? I guess. I was so proud for a moment"
"Todd's motives are unclear to me. Why would he leave that child untrained…"
"It's called 'love' , Damian. Not everyone raises their child to be an assassin." Tim laughed, mouthing 'Talia'. Dick joined in too.
"I will rip your hair out, Timothy."
"Taking inspiration from someone I see…" Dick grinned, recalling your sensational story about pulling THE Damian Wayne's hair.
"You- shut up."
Bruce sighed at the bickering as the incomplete family settled into the living room for the evening. Tim grabbed the remote before Dick, flipping through the TV lazily, boring channel after boring channel after-
"Breaking news. The Arkham Asylum has been destroyed by Poison Ivy's-"
The words "Arkham Asylum" immediately put everyone on high alert. Exactly at that moment, Bruce's alert device buzzed and he hurried off towards the Bat cave. Tim and Damian followed him, their appetite for dinner, now gone.
Only Dick stayed back long enough to hear the end of the news broadcast.
"Our sources inside the GCPD say that the Joker has escaped amidst the chaos. His whereabouts currently remain unknown."
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Summary: When someone breaks into your home amidst an unexpected crisis, you're forced to seek help from the intruder.
WC: 2.5k
Warnings: DAMIAN WAYNE IS A LITTLE SHIT, canon typical violence, blood, mentions of needles, gothamites having the worst day ever, middle school level fighting, lots of yelling, feelings of insecurity
a/n: Hi everyone! This chapter was turning out to be way too long so I figured I'd just break it up into two parts instead of keeping y'all waiting for a few more days. To everyone who voted for Damian in my last poll, congratulations you shall see a lot of him in this chapter. I hope you enjoy and I'm working to get part two out asap.
You never knew what to do when Jason left for patrol.
Usually you'd be sleeping. But as your health began to improve, you'd sleep less and less. Jason had started to teach ypu how to read so sometimes you'd attempt to read one of his numerous books.
'Attempt' being the keyword.
The books he had never caught your attention. They had big scary words, too complex for you to understand and they had little to no pictures in them. You liked watching TV but sometimes that too bored you. You'd stare at the ceiling, waiting for Jason to return, all alone.
You heard a thud outside on the fire escape and perked up. The living room window slid open.
That was strange. Jason always entered through the front door. Why would he need to enter from the window? Maybe he'd lost his keys?? You didnt know much of what Red Hood's job entailed but you'd imagine that losing a pair of keys wouldn't be too uncommon. You quietly hopped down from the bed and padded to the door separating the bedroom and the living room.
Suddenly the door burst open, slamming into your nose and you yelped, falling backwards. You clutched your nose in pain as you felt warm blood trickle down onto your palm. You screamed, looking up at the intruder.
It was a child.
He wore a cloak that hid most of his features but his height gave it away. And from the parts of his face that were visible, you could make out his boyish features- baby fat in his cheeks that hadn't gone away quite yet. He wore a Domino mask just like Robin and Nightwing and you could see bits of red and yellow under his cloak. Something gleamed in the moonlight behind him and you realised that he had blades sheathed behind his cloak
You racked your brain, trying to remember every bit of vigilante rumors you'd heard as a street rat. But never had you heard of him.
Whoever this was.
As the initial shock began to subside, panic took its place. Whoever he was, he'd broken into your apartment and he was armed, to make matters worse.
"S-Stay back" you took a few steps backwards, trying to remember where Jason kept his knives.
"Tch, and who might you be?" He asked, and you stared at him in utter disbelief.
"What?" You stood up, realizing that he was not that much taller than you and most of your fear vanished instantly. "You do realise that you broke into my home, right? And now youre asking me who I am??"
He scoffed at your words as if you'd said someone thing illogical.
"This is where Jason Todd lives." He said as if you didnt know that already.
"I-yes, he does. But I also live here!"
"And who are you to him?"
The question caught you off guard. You'd been living with Jason for weeks at this point and yet you weren't sure what you were to him. He did take care of you in every way but what did that make him? Where did that leave you?
"I live with him!" You squealed, pouting.
The boy laughs, looking amused.
"You expect me to believe that when you look like…" He eyed you with a disgusted expression, "Didn't know Todd took in strays now" He muttered, crossing his arms.
The judgement made you shrink back, unable to look him in the eyes.
"You're mean…"
"Don't tell me you're going to cry. Such weak willed-"
You could feel your eyes burn but you didn't want to let him have that satisfaction.
"You're the one to make fun of me, you look like a clown!"
"I don't and you know it." He smirked smugly, "Besides, do you have any idea who I am?"
"You're a trespasser who looks like a Robin reject."
He laughed and it sounded uncomfortably close to a pity laugh.
"That's the best you have? Seriously?"
"Sh-shut up!" You reached for a tissue to wipe the blood off your nose. Thankfully, you didn't think it was broken or you would've absolutely lost it. The boy eyed you as you cleaned, his expression difficult to read.
"So…" You realised how awkward the situation was, with both of you just standing around in Jason's room, "who are you and why did you break in here?"
It was the million dollar question.
He huffed, looking offended that you'd even ask.
"I see no reason to tell someone like you my backstory. I came here for Todd, not some nobody like you."
Ouch.
You couldn't deny that his words stung, especially when he said them so confidently. You'd heard worse insults from adults but this was the first time someone your age looked at you with such vitriol.
"Well okay." You attempted to extend an olive branch to him, "My name is-"
"I have no use for your name."
"I'm trying to be polite!"
"Cute. I do not care the slightest bit."
You had half a mind to punch him but you knew you weren't strong and it didnt seem wise to attack someone who was visibly armed.
"Will you atleast tell me why you're here?"
His smirk returned and so did your urge to sock him in the jaw.
"To prove myself"
You stared at him in utter confusion.
"To prove yourself?" You asked and he huffed. "I am trying to prove myself to father by breaking into Red hood's safehouse." He practically spelled it out for you.
"Oh…"
You didnt love the idea of people knowing where you and Jason lived. He'd explained to you countless times how bad I'd be if people knew where Red Hood himself resided. You knew that many criminals in Gotham hated the Red Hood and wouldn't waste an opportunity to get back at him.
And now this kid was telling you how'd he'd tell his father about it.
You didnt even know who his father was!
Jason wasn't here. In fact, he'd not be back anytime soon. Meanwhile here you were, with this unknown boy in full fighting gear who'd broken into your home and thrown insults and condescension your way.
He said he wanted to prove himself.
At a certain level, you understood him.
Truth be told, you wanted to prove yourself to Jason as well. He always treated you so carefully like you were a porcelain doll, threatening to break under the slightest pressure. He always took such good care of you but you did nothing but eat, drink and sleep. You tried to be interested in his books but you just didn't find the joy in full length novels yet. You wanted to learn how to fight but Jason always discouraged you from glamorizing the life he lived.
You felt guilty, not being of any use to Jason. You couldn't fight. You couldn't read. You couldn't even cook!
Useless
The gears in your head started to turn. You'd dismissed the thought of punching this kid earlier but now, it didnt seem like such a bad idea. If you apprehended him, then Jason would be so impressed. You could imagine the pride on his face when you'd tell him how you bravely defended you home.
You needed to catch him off guard, before he could unsheath his weapon, you thought
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
You realised that you had been staring at him, lost in your own head and you turned away.
"You seriously need to leave right now." You gave him a final warning, a part of you hoping that he'd just leave so you didn't have to fight at all.
He laughed and your hope faded into nothingness.
"And what if I don't?"
You lunged at him, trying to grasp his cloak.
He dodged you easily.
Too easily.
Suddenly you were grabbed by the collar and slammed into the wall. It knocked the wind out of you and you yelped. Your head hurt.
"What was that? I saw that coming a mile- no, a hundred miles away." He laughed and you glared at him.
Your face burned from embarrassment but you weren't ready to give up yet. You lunged again but he easily dodged your second attack, pinning you to the floor. You cried out, your head hitting the carpeted tiles as you realized how utterly weak you really were.
The boy grinned and you wanted nothing more to wipe it off his face.
He stuck his tongue out at you.
"You are simply no match for my fighting skills. " He said with pride.
You racked your brain despite the throbbing pain in your skull.
"You might have me beat…" You began, "but you might want to look behind you and say hi to Jason."
You smiled at him and his eyes widened. He instinctively looked back, believing your bold faced lie and you didn't waste a second. You slammed your head into his making him stagger back. Hands grabbed onto his unruly locks and you pulled at his scalp with all your might.
He cried out, his hands grabbing your wrist to pry you off but you only tightened your hold on his hair. The two of you wrestled on the floor for a moment before he pushed himself up despite your attempt to rip his hair clean off. He kicked you in the stomach and you folded, crashing into the beside table, shattering the glass on impact. You kept holding onto his hair though and he cried out in frustration.
"You rascal- let me go!"
"No!"
He pushed you and your grip loosened for a moment. That was all that Damian needed. He yanked your hands off of his hair and threw you onto the floor.
"You insolent brat. How dare you-"
He was interrupted when his earpiece buzzed to life, Tim's voice on the other end. He sounded panicked.
"Damian! You- where are you??"
"You know where I am, Timothy. I know you're in front of that computer-" Damian sounded out of breath and it did nothing to kill Tim's worries.
"Why are you there, Damian?! Jason would be so mad-"
Tim heard a faint whimper in the background and his panic grew.
"Wait, don't tell me…you were fighting???"
"And what if I was?"
"Are you crazy?! I know you werent fighting Jason because you're still alive so that only leaves the kid." Tim worked the logistics in his head. "You were fighting a child???! What is wrong with you?"
"How dare you assume I would be bested by Todd-"
"Why were you fighting a child, Damian? What the hell??!"
"They attacked me first-" Damian said looking offended.
"Please tell me they are okay. God, Jason would be so mad-"
Damian looked you up and down. You looked exhausted, hair falling haphazardly onto your face, sticking to your temple with sweat. Your eyes were wet with unshed tears as you looked up at Damian, scared for your life.
They weren't any visible injuries atleast.
"Damian?!" Tim screeched on the other end.
"They'll live."
"What??!" Tim sounded on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Did you just call me to annoy me, I swear-"
"No, No! I called because we need you on the scene…I just recieved word from Dick that Poison Ivy has gone rogue in Gotham. I was hoping to send you in for backup since you were in the area."
Damian sighed, glancing at you one last time before marching into the living room. He looked out the window and saw vines.
Everywhere.
He could hear distant screaming as thick vines wrapped themselves around buildings, digging into the concrete, causing them to collapse into themselves. He frowned, jumping onto the fire escape to grapple away.
He heard a scream.
Your scream.
Whirling around, he saw you struggling to free yourself from a vine that wrapped around your foot. You clawed and clawed at it but it wouldn't let go, pulling you towards the open bedroom window.
"H-help please" you begged him, trying to hold onto anything to prevent being dragged away entirely.
Damian didn't do anything at first. His scalp still tingled from when you'd pulled at it. You're just a street rat Jason was housing for some reason. He had no obligation to help you. You'd attacked him when you couldn't even fight right.
Besides, Gothamites died all the time. You weren't anything special.
"Stop! It hurts" He looked up and you were holding onto the wall for dear life, nails digging to it, chipping the paint. The vines had tightened around your ankle, twisting it painfully.
He didn't need to help you. Besides, he had to go help Grayson. That was way more important to him.
The thorns jabbed into your skin like needles, making you cry. Your grip started to slip.
He didn't need to help you.
Your nails dragged lines into the wall as the vines gripped more and more of your body, dragging you further and further away from Damian and any hopes of survival.
He didn't need to help you.
"JASON!" You screamed,your voice raw and broken. It bothered him how you'd started calling for Todd when he wasn't even here. Like you could summon him simply by tearing your vocal cords out for him.
Flailing hands gripped the carpet, dragging it from the floor and you screamed again.
He didn't need to help you.
"Damian?! What's going on-"
Damian muted his earpiece, glancing between you and the fire escape.
He heard glass shatter and turned to see your body halfway out the window, legs dangling on the edge. Your hands gripped the window sill, of course you wanted to live. But you looked defeated now, you weren't even yelling as much, just crying and babbling incoherently, calling for Jason.
He didn't need to help you.
A violent tug yanked you out and your body disappeared from sight.
He had to save you.
Damian sprinted through the apartment, ignoring the small droplets of blood on the carpets and window. He climbed out of the window and his eyes searched for you.
You were a few floors below from him, holding onto the railings of another apartment's balcony. It seemed that you still had some fight left and that was all that Damian could ask for. He grappled to you. Unsheathing his blade, he sliced the vines clean off your feet and torso, inadvertently nicking you in the process.
"You-"
"Shut up."
He helped you up as the building rumbled underneath your feet. You wrapped your arms around him and Damian looked away uncomfortably, no idea how to proceed now that he had you with him. He couldn't possibly go help Dick, you'd die instantly in that environment, being the weakling that you were. But he couldn't leave you here either.
