#batcave

Need to discuss a mission? Batcave. Need to get your injuries treated? Batcave. Need a gadget or a plane? Batcave. Need a rare antidote to a poison created from a fish that only lives in Cambodian rivers? Batcave, somehow.

You weren't even supposed to be out tonight. But Joker's goons had gotten their hands on some fear toxin and blasted a diner that you were picking your dinner from.

Tim had been on the scene and whilst everyone else had been taken to the hospital, he knew that Jason would prefer to have you treated at the Cave. It all but broke Tim's heart to see you sobbing, clutching at his cape, eyes glassy, begging to an unseen demon in your head to not hurt Jason.

When Jason was told, he ripped through Gotham to get to the Cave.

"Where is she?!" He got off his bike, it tumbled down with a noise, not bothering to pick it up. His helmet thrown off and tossed aside. His domino falling to the floor.

Tim lead him to you. You didn't need to be restrained, you were simply sobbing and begging for whoever you saw to hurt you.

"Please- Please- Not him. Don't touch him. Hurt me. Please. Anything to me. Don't hurt him!" You kept repeating and crying, grabbing at air.

"Antidote?" Jason asked, taking off his gloves to come closer to you.

"It's working but it's a modified strain so it'll take a while. She was closest to the gas when it went off so she took the worst of it." Tim explained.

"Do you have any idea what she's-" Bruce asked and Jason nodded.

"Me. She's talking about me." Jason whispered. "When- When Joker took me. In Arkham. He had her there to watch." He swallowed hard. "She kept begging him to hurt her but he never touched her. Only made her watch."

Your eyes fell on Jason and you sobbed harder.

"Please. Please- I'll take anything. Don't touch him!" You begged again.

"Baby. It's me- We're-" He started but you shook your head violently.

"Jay! Please- Please be quiet. If he hears- If- If- He'll get mad again! Please be quiet!" You begged, clutching at his jacket.

He caressed your cheek, wiping your tears. "Honey. We're not in Arkham. Joker's not here. You're in the cave. You're safe. Okay?"

"He's got the crowbar-" You whispered fearfully. "Please stop talking." Tears kept streaming down your face. "Please- Please, Jay. He's going to kill you-"

"No one's gonna hurt me again. I promise you." Jason tried his best to assure you. "I'm right here. Completely okay." He put your hands against his face. "See? I'm okay." He gave a side along glance to Tim.

Tim turned to look at the screen that was monitoring you. Your heartrate was slowly coming down but everything else was still frazzled.

"Cortisol is still spiking. She's in a loop." Tim whispered, earning a nod from Jason who turned back to you.

"Okay, okay. I'll be quiet." Jason whispered to you. "But you keep talking to me, okay? Yeah?" You nodded, eyes darting around frantically. "Look at me. Just me. I'm with you."

"Hormones are slowly normalizing." Tim said softly.

"Do you know where we are, baby?" Jason asked.

"Arkham." You whispered.

He shook his head. "No, baby. Look around. No chains, no ropes. What do you hear? Where are we?"

You looked around again. Everything was hazy with fog. Vision distorted and turning into smoke.

"Uh- I- There's a beeping-" You shook your head.

"Good, that's good, honey. That's BatComputer." He encouraged you. "Can you see it?"

"Everything is made of smoke." You whined, hands tightening even more at his jacket. "You need to sit. Or he'll make you-"

"He won't make me do anything. I promise." He smoothed your hair. "We're okay. We got out. We survived." He smiled softly. "You were so brave, baby. You're so so brave."

Slowly- Slowly- Your breathing started to go back to normal. Tim stared at the screen until everything started to look okay.

"Jason?" You blinked as if the fog was lifting

"There she is." He smiled, thumb rubbing circles at your cheek.

"Where- I- I thought I was at-" Your voice trailed, taking in the Cave.

"Easy. Don't rush yourself." He rubbed your back, helping you sit up properly.

You looked around. Tim. Bruce. Alfred. The Cave. The BatComputer. Equipment. Uniforms.

"I thought I was at Arkham." You looked at Jason again.

"You got hit with the fear toxin." He explained. "Timmy Boy gave you the antidote. You're gonna be alright."

"You... You were bleeding." You frowned.

Jason shook his head. "That's what the toxin does. Takes you to the worst time. I'm not bleeding. Not even a little bit from patrol."

You nodded again and exhaled deeply, leaning forward, forehead again his chest.

"Thanks Tim." You mumbled, breathing Jason in.

"No problem." Tim said softly. "We're just glad you're okay."

You nodded against Jason's chest. "I thought I was gonna lose you again." You looked up.

"You won't. I promise. You'll never have to bargain yourself for me." He caressed your cheek. "I'm here. We're together. Safe."

Silence stretched. The others left you two alone for privacy.

"I.. I still see it sometimes. Without the gas." You confessed shamefully. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. Back then- I-"

"Stop." Jason said firmly. "Don't go there. We were kids. You couldn't have done anything and I couldn't have been able to live with myself if he'd ever touched you."

"I'm still sorry." You sighed against his chest.

"I know. I'm too." One hand rubbed your back, the other cradled the back of your neck.

"Will it ever get better?" You asked softly.

He exhaled a soft laugh. "No way to find out, baby. No way to find out."

.

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𝜗𝜚 jason wasn’t one for relationships but when he got in them? you were his and he was yours. if a girl went as far as to even sigh around him—he’d let it be known that he’s “accounted for”.

exp: you guys were in walmart shopping for throw blankets. he’s on one aisle, you’re on another and you can faintly hear his voice. “i like your shirt” a woman told.

what the fuck?

you listened for a bit longer before revealing yourself—“my girlfriend loves it” jason croaked and you couldn’t help but softly giggle to yourself.

you’d later bring up the conversation to which he would say “you do love, loved it so much you came on i-“ “jason!” as he laughed.

𝜗𝜚 that little comment he made earlier wasn’t completely a lie.— jason was fixing something on your car. under the hood, biceps flexing, sweat dripping down his heavily muscled arms, god you were in trouble.

you decided to go and steal his attention for a second so, you walked outside and over to the vehicle where he was standing “figured anything out?” you asked not actually caring. “just need coolant poured in it. the coolant is for th- why you looking at me like that, bae?” before swiping the back of his hand across his forehead. (alexa, play “let’s get it on” marvin gaye).

that night he ate you out like he was going to be punished if he didn’t. overstimulated wasn’t the word to use for how fucked out you were.

“mngh!” you whined with closed eyes as jason continued his attack on your vagina. mmphm is the only sound that can be heard from jason’s mouth which is muffled against your skin.

the number of how many orgasms you’ve reached in one night, went up after that day.

𝜗𝜚 he was an god at aftercare. jason would get a warm towel and clean you up smugly.— “made a mess on my shirt baby” before leaning down to kiss your mouth firmly.

“if i knew this’d happen if i got under a hood, i would’ve wrecked it” as you whimpered a response. after jason finished cleaning you up, he crawled into bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“my pretty baby” he’d coo.

And then I imagine one night in the Batcave. Bruce hasn’t moved from his computer in, like three days. He’s deep in detective mode, fully merged with the chair, and everyone’s tried everything to get him to take a break.

So Clark flies up to the roof of the cave, finds the biggest spider he can and just delicately places it right on Bruce’s keyboard.

Texts From Superheroes