#dc rp

Mainly because I’m Batman.

Yan!Platonic!Batfam X Neglected!Fem!Reader.

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Warnings: mentions of negligence/abuse. Some of the things may be triggering.

Do you see what you have to fear, child? He sent you here for me to improve you. For you to become a daughter he will be proud of.

Two hundred and sixty weeks… One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days… forty three thousand eight hundred hours… That's the time you've been there. Days merged together after the first month being in the room. Father won’t come for me right? I’m tired…

Father. What a foreign word. It is not like he acted like one for you, maybe for Richard and Jason. But not you, you don't deserve it.

Dad… I don't remember his face. Bringing your hands to your eyes, your long uncut and uneven nails drew harsh lines from your under eyes until your chin. Jay… I also don't remember his face and certainly not his voice.

How dare you forget him. You can forget everything and everyone, but not him. No, never him. Your hero, your older brother.

Your thoughts came to halt after hearing the slow steps on the corridor. He is here again. Your body began to tremble, eyes already drifting from reminiscence to numbness.

I want to go home… I don’t have a home… Home is where Jayjay is…

You wore his shirt, oversized and off one shoulder. Your lip gloss was smudged. Sleep still lingered in your lashes.

“Couldn't sleep,” you mumbled, leaning on the edge of his table like you owned it — like you owned him.

He didn’t speak. Just stared. Then back at the blade.

You watched him for a moment. “You know, most boyfriends just cuddle their girlfriends at night. Not sharpen swords.”

“I’m not most boyfriends,” he said coldly, but his eyes betrayed him — flickering down your thighs, then quickly away.

You took a step closer. "No. You're worse. You keep acting like you don't care, but you're the one who calls me every time I don’t text back for two hours."

His jaw tensed.

"You’re the one who kissed me like you were starving, then disappeared for a week."

Now his grip on the blade was tighter.

You tilted your head. “Say it, Dami. Just once. Say you missed me.”

Silence.

Then, in a low voice, almost broken: “I missed you.”

You blinked.

He placed the blade down slowly. Walked to you. Rested his forehead against yours. And whispered:

“Don’t ever leave me again. I’d burn Gotham to find you.”

Your lips curved up. “Knew it.”

jason doesn’t tell you where you’re going.

“that’s not concerning at all,” you say as he leads you up a narrow stairwell.

“if i was gonna kidnap you, i wouldn’t warn you,” he mutters.

“great. that’s reassuring.”

he snorts, but there’s a tiny smile pulling at his mouth.

when he pushes open the rooftop door, cool evening air greets you. the city stretches out around you, lights blinking on as the sky deepens into indigo.

and there, set up near the ledge, is a small projector screen. a couple of mismatched folding chairs. blankets. a paper bag that definitely smells like takeout.

you blink.

“…you did all this?”

jason shrugs like it’s nothing, but his ears are red. “it’s not a big deal.”

it is, though.

there are string lights taped along the low wall. a portable speaker humming softly. he even picked a movie you once mentioned loving in passing.

“you remembered,” you say quietly.

he avoids your eyes. “you talk a lot.”

you step closer. “you listen a lot.”

he looks at you like he’s trying to decide if you’re teasing him.

you’re not.

you sit side by side on the blankets instead of the chairs. closer that way. knees touching. shoulders brushing every time one of you shifts.

the movie starts, but neither of you are really watching.

you’re aware of him in every small way.

the warmth of his arm near yours. the way his thigh presses against yours when he stretches his legs out. the quiet rhythm of his breathing when he laughs softly at a scene.

halfway through, a breeze kicks up. you shiver.

jason notices immediately.

without a word, he reaches for the extra blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. his hand lingers for a second at the back of your neck.

“cold?” he asks.

“little bit.”

he hesitates.

then, slowly, like he’s giving you time to stop him, he slides his arm around your shoulders.

you don’t.

in fact, you lean into him.

that tiny shift makes him go still for a second before relaxing.

“better?” he murmurs.

“yeah.”

your head rests lightly against his shoulder.

the movie fades into background noise. the city hums around you.

his hand, the one around your shoulder, slowly traces absentminded circles against your upper arm.

you tilt your face up slightly to look at him.

he’s already looking at you.

not at the screen. at you.

the string lights reflect softly in his eyes.

“you’re not watching the movie,” you whisper.

“neither are you.”

“true.”

you both pause, to just stare at eachother.

“you good?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yeah.”

his gaze drops to your mouth.

he doesn’t hide it this time.

“you’re thinking really loud,” you murmur.

he exhales slowly. “i don’t wanna assume.”

“you don’t have to.”

that’s it.

that’s the permission.

jason lifts his free hand, brushing his knuckles lightly along your jaw before cupping your cheek. he moves slower than he probably moves in anything else in his life.

deliberate. careful.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he says quietly.

his thumb grazes your cheek once.

then he leans in.

the first touch of his lips is gentle. almost tentative. like he’s memorizing the feeling.

you melt into it immediately, hand coming up to grip lightly at the front of his shirt.

that soft sound he makes? you feel it more than you hear it.

the kiss deepens gradually. not rushed. just building. his arm around you pulls you closer, your body fitting against his under the blanket.

it’s warm. slow. a little breathless.

when he tilts his head slightly and kisses you again, more sure this time, it feels like he’s finally letting himself have something he’s been holding back.

your fingers slide into his hair.

he exhales sharply against your mouth at that, grip tightening just slightly at your waist.

when you finally pull back, it’s only because you need air.

your foreheads rest together.

the movie is still playing behind you, completely forgotten.

“…okay,” he breathes.

you smile softly. “okay?”

he huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah. that was—” he shakes his head faintly. “yeah.”

you press one quick, soft kiss to his lips again, just because you can now.

this time, he smiles into it.

the city lights flicker below. the string lights glow warm around you.

and jason doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night.

so i finally wrote something for this series 😭 pls send in ideas tho im lowk ass at brainstorming

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