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Jack was holding on for dear life on the railing of their porch. He was trying to breathe in and out and let the pain was over him. Beside him, a horrified Tess was just stending next to her father, not sure if she could move or say anything. He's been home for 2 days, after being realised from his stabbing happening.

"I'm so...fucking sorry dad." Jack let out a pained scoff. "Don't curse." he whispered, but did not really mean it either. "I just wanted to give you a hug...I forgot about - " "You good honey...." Jack cut her off. He felt really faint , felt like the color had drained from his face and cold sweats had appeared on his temple. Despite the intense pain, he looked down at his daughter and smiled. "Happens, don't sweat it."

She came closer and hugged his arm. Jack leaned down and kissed her head. "I'm here, princess, don't worry." he whispered. His grip on the railing was even stranger because it took all his will power and strength to remain up and not show any sign of pain in front of her. "Could you get your father for me? And then get to that homework , cause you did say fuck." Tess nodded. She did not even argue. "Yeah, no problem. You okay dad right? " Jack nodded. "I am." he was not. "Okay"

Tess got inside, and Jack waited as long as he could before breathing out the pain. "Daddy? " Tess called to get her other dad's attention in the kitchen. "Dad is asking for you, he's on the porch...I may...have fu-dged up ...I touched his wound on the back trying to hug him? I was gentle but...erm...I think I did hurt him still ? " Tess's face did the same thing as Jack's when he was guilty or felt bad of something. "I have homework to do so...that's where you'll find me"

Masterlist Key: Oneshot 💡| Series 🕯️| NSFW 🔞 BB Verse {Reader/ Dick | Jason | Tim | Damian}

Good Luck, Babe! {Reader/ Dick | Jason | Tim | Damian}🕯️🔞

Amor, Amans, Amicus/Love, Lover, Friend {Reader's mom/ Bruce Wayne / Harvey Dent}💡🔞

My Soul To Keep {Reader's mom/ Bruce Wayne}💡

For You To Know (And I'll Find Out) {Child! Reader & Child! Tim Drake} 💡

Bruce Wayne

The Good Death 🕯️

POLLINATORS 🕯️🔞

Jason Todd

Velvet Crowbar 🕯️🔞 Roy Harper

Painkiller 💡🔞

“It’s just me,” she reassured. Not paying much mind to his ‘not Will’ comment. She expected him to be extremely wary, and he was still a child. 

After a moment, she slowly opened the door and glanced inside. Once she found him, she entered, closing the door behind her, and went to sit near him. In silence, for a few moments, so he could adjust somewhat at his own pace. It allowed her to think about how she wanted to approach this, too.

It wasn’t exactly odd for Corbin to creep around the graves and mausoleums at night. Let alone let the jingling of keys rattle against his hip, though when he came across an unlocked mausoleum, he about facepalmed. That was a silly mistake, even though he sometimes came to this one when he wanted some quiet, often forgetting to lock it up. He opened the door, running a hand through lavender locks before his ears caught the sound of a growl and he looked up in time to see ... a wolf.

He paused. Blinking once, twice, thrice. 

William sneered, but otherwise hadn’t immediately answered. He couldn’t, both because he was processing Poltergeist’s response and thinking of his own response. Struggling against the temptation to revel in Poltergeist’s fear.

Clara must’ve sensed it, too, cause he felt her tighten her grip around his arm. Heard her soft “Will...” He grumbled, but didn’t do much else.

Why had he come? What currently remained of his rational mind wasn’t sure he could answer that. Anger and rage came so naturally to him, made him irrational in ways he didn’t realize. Perhaps he cared more for the younger ghost than he thought. Perhaps he related more to him than he realized. 

Perhaps he wanted to stop him from making his same mistakes, the way no one else could when he was alive.

Unable to do much in his current state - not without regrets, anyways - William instead dragged Poltergeist home and pushed him away once they arrived. Rough, yet held back on some level. Like he was thinking - however brief - of tossing Poltergeist instead.

It sure felt like it’s been forever since Deku and Yayoi were able to go on dates again, what with the internships taking up what used to be free time, as well as studying for exams and practicing more on utilizing Black Whip on top of his usual training and studies. Of course, date ideas were sort of limited as of late, especially those that took up many hours in a day. Rather than going to a movie or spending time shopping at the mall, Deku opted for having a simple treat at a cafe stationed at the foot of the hill.

“These are.. so cute......!” He had to thank Yayoi for suggesting this place. Not only was it affordable and away from most of the hustle and bustle in the general public, but their treats really were nice, both tastefully and aesthetically! Deku spent their waiting time in line gawking at all the options on display behind the glass. He still hasn’t even decided on what he wanted to order.

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The victim had been a drunk, too far gone to let a simple shoulder bump go and insistent on taking matters into a secluded alley. Seemingly secluded.

Normally Tine would have let the idiot knock themselves out or refuse the convrontation entirely by acting the coward, anything to avoid the unnesecarry headache. But by the drunk’s poor luck; Tine had been having a rather shit day. Nothing too excessive, just a number of little incidents piling up that sent him out for a stroll to get some air when the alleged shoulder bump occurred and finally tipped the pile over and scatterred his patience to the wind.

So when the drunk took his first swing Tine let his mood swing with it and in a, what he would call, ‘therapeutic’ action; promptly grabbed the drunk’s face and introduced his skull to the pavement.

Oh but one meeting wouldn’t be enough! Not for these star crossed lovers oh no. Over and over, Tine painted the love story of the drunk’s skull and the pavement in an opera of crunches and wet splashes. The romance! The fleeting touches! What’s this?! Oh what drama unfolds as this new contender of grey matter enters the affair!

It was such an entertaining play he found himself laughing under his breath until a very quiet, but very definite gasp caught his attention and with a snap of his head up in its direction, locked eyes with a young man down the far end of the alley.

“You saw that hm?”

The body dropped with a wet thud into the puddle of blood, his fingers curling and uncurling with soft squeaks from his glove as he began his approach.

“Would you be so kind as to stay still? Running will only end this far worse for you.”

He’d had a bad day, and all he wanted was something greasy and artificial to chase it down with. It was a routine, saved for when stress was at an all time high. There was something almost therapeutic in the cheap plastic surfaces of fast food stores when compared to the luxury Teddy surrounded himself with. 

He’d been on his way to a burger joint, on foot so that the cold air could cut into his skin and ground him. He’d been cutting through alleyways so that he could avoid meeting someone that might recognise him and want a chat, because exchanging pleasantries sounded like Hell in that moment. 

Or it had, until he’d stumbled across a murder scene. 

As the killer rounded on him, Teddy wondered which was worse. He still wasn’t sure, but he could feel a migraine starting.

One hand rubbed his temple, and the other withdrew an extremely decorative handgun from his jacket - cream, with ornate painted flowers. 

Among the chaos of the kitchen was food everywhere, and in the center was a surprised (and equally food covered) gem. What was she even trying to make or accomplish, trying to make something by herself with so many different things scattered about?