#jaimereyes

Jaime: Oh, no?

Damian: No. Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone's cheeks, look into their eyes...

Damian: ... And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Raven: ... That took an unexpected turn.

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But it doesn't have to revolve around that, I just want him in school. Showing how he deals with some problems in class,

like him not being able to focus on his work due to scarab talking all the time and showing him news

Hacking devices for his own benefit even though Jaime didn't ask for it (checking if the girl he likes is gossiping about him behind his back)

How he aces a test that he didn't study for because scarab helped him and he swore never to do it again.

Just like Miles in his comics, he tries to enjoy school, have relationships, do everything a teenager would like to do while balancing being a hero.

𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚-

"No!" Jaime balled up the blanket in his fist. "I mean you shouldn't do that!"

Jaime was laying in bed after what was probably the worst day ever. No only had he fought a trash monster thing right before school and showed up late smelling like garbage, the bug on his back suggested that he take matters into his own hands and make Jaime happy by messing with his brain.

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. Khaji Da did the closest thing to a sigh a scarab could make. 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧? 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚?

"Yes," Jaime confirmed. "But I dont want it to be fake. What you're wanting to do to me would make me all... not human. Not a real one, anyway."

𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?

"Because I'm not a science experiment." Jaime snorted. He sat up, letting his wet hair flop forward onto his face. He washed it twice and he could still smell the sewage. "I'm a human person."

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮.

Jaime closed his eyes tight. "I am happy."

𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨' 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚. 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤-

Jaime stood up, throwing his blankets aside and making his way down the hall to the bathroom. "I don't care, alright!" Jaime stumbled into the bathroom, his tired and stiff limbs not wanting to move.

He placed his elbows on the sink. Jaime looked at himself in the mirror, at his exhausted reflection. "Just don't ever mess with the way my brain works again!"

He might've said that part a bit loudly- Jaime immediately regretted raising his voice. He ran his hands through his damp hair.

But if there's one thing that he learned after living with the scarab, it was that the stupid bug didn't take offense. 𝙄𝙛 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚.

Jaime took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and let it out like Black Canary had taught him.

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥.

"Okay," Jaime turned the facet all the way up to cold. "You're built a certain way, right?"

𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚.

The teenager splashed some of the water on his face. "How would you feel if I went into your power source or whatever and started messing everything up."

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 '𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥' 𝙖𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙, the scarab seemed to growl. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩.

Jaime sighed, wiping his face off with a towel. "Alright. What have you done to 'improve my overall performance'?"

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨-

"I had cancer?"

𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. The scarab repeated. 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨.

Jaime inwardly growned. "So you've been making me less attractive. Gracias, dude. And how is getting a girlfriend life-threatening?"

𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚.

"Ay, Dios mío." He tossed the towel into the laundry basket and made his way back to his room. Closing the door quietly, he rolled back into the cool sheets of his bed. "Just stop messing around with my dopamine levels, okay?"

Khaji Da twitched on his back. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮.

Jaime closed his eyes, rolling over to his side. "Fine. Just... stop."

Khaji Da did not understand his host's discomfort. But Jaime Reyes was anxious, and anxiousness was not a good thing to have in a host.

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If anyone wants to take this idea and build off it be my guest 🧍 tbh it's been a long time since I read/watched media where Jaime has beef with the scarab (I'm into Batman the Brave and the Bold again) so there are definitely better ways to write this.