#vampyqueen

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The second you'd gasped out your safe word, Jason stopped. Untying the restraints and chaffing your wrists in his hands, peppering soft, sweet kisses on your face, kissing away tears. "Hold on, Princess," he rumbled. "I'm here. You did so good for me. Such a good girl."

"Jay," you whimper.

"I know," he soothed, "Shh. Let's get you cleaned up okay?" A spreader bar that had been keeping your thighs open for him clattered to the floor and he unattached the restraints from your ankles, taking a moment to inspect your skin, satisfied that they hadn't been too tight. "I'll be right back," he said softly, going to get a glass of water and a cool cloth for your face. One step at a time.

I feel that I need more (sorry) Would love to know how they start falling for each other. Plus Jason felling super attracted to someone who can beat him.

I'm just in love 🥺❤️

"Enough."

Jason looked up from where the Riddler was monologuing. Rambling. Alternating between threatening and cackling. And Jason can SEE the moment you hit your breaking point. Even behind your mask.

The low growl in your voice sent a frisson of fear through the room and to his right, from the corner of his eye, he can see Bruce tense when you wipe blood from the corner of your mouth.

The room erupts into chaos. And in the center of it all, as goons scramble, scurrying away like rats off a sinking ship, Edward Nygma hit his knees and cried.

"Changeling," Bruce barked, "Stop-"

And when you turn, the full force of your fury slammed into them like a truck, sending both of them to their knees. Jason shivered. Something had tripped the hair-trigger in your mind that kept you under control. It opened the proverbial pandora's box and let all the things you buried claw their way back out.

He struggled to his feet, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to focus on HIS feelings. The admiration. And the worry when he noticed the blood leaking steadily out of your nose- something he'd never seen happen. And he moved forward, very slowly.

"Changeling," he said carefully. "Stop. It's okay. Breathe." He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know how focused you are. But he can see the sweat and the tears running down your face. The shallow, too fast movements of your chest as you struggle to keep the full brutality you're capable of locked away.

He inches forward, keeping his hands visible. "Baby," he murmured, when he was close enough for you to hear. "Don't do this. It's okay-"

When you look at him, he freezes. Welded to the spot. The same pain you'd focused on Nygma ripping through his chest. And he felt his knees buckle. He wanted to fight. Instead, he took a deep breath and gingerly held out a hand. "You're not the monster they tried to make you," he said, heart aching for the little girl that never wanted this. The little girl who'd loved her hamster and her family. Who wanted to just. Go. Home. Only to find out that there was no home to go back to. A little girl in a cage. In the dark. Bent and bloodied- but not broken. Kept alive on hope and half-forgotten memories of sun-warmed skin and sun reflecting on lake water.

He doesn't know how to lead you out of that hell. All he knows is that you don't deserve to live there anymore. Not when you were suffering for crimes that weren't your fault.

Then your left hand uncurled, he could see the bloody mess you'd made of your palm. Literally holding on to your last shred of control by your fingernails. "C'mon beautiful," he coaxed. "Please."

He didn't know how long it was. It could have been hours. But by inches you reached for him. The calm he was maintaining cooling the fury just enough to bring NOW back into focus. Blunting the chaos of the feedback loop you were stuck in. And when your fingers, too hot and bloody, closed around his, he exhaled slowly. Pulling you against his chest and squeezing. Anything to back you down.

"Shhh," he breathed against your ear. "It's okay. I'm here. No more cages, okay?"

"I can't-" you break off with a whimper and he rubs the back of your neck.

"Just breathe," he soothed.

SoftDom!Jason helping reader choose a dress for a gala and suggests a red one so it can match his bow tie.

Pls, pls I'm begging 😭

You frown at your closet and sigh. If you were more given to dramatics you'd tell yourself you'd rather be back in a cage. Charity season was a special level of hell. You hated being in crowded rooms, but Bruce wanted you to be present.

If only because it was a good way for him to get a quick survey of a crowd. After years of practice, you could focus on someone specifically and give Bruce a pretty good understanding of what they weren't saying.

"Don't frown," Jason scolded grinning as he laid a garment bag on the bed for you, "Pretty sure I just solved all your problems, Princess."

"You mean you hijacked the collective unconsciousness and gave yourself heightened empathic abilities so you can go instead?"

"No," he snorted, "I have my own tragic backstory, thanks." He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, kissing you hard. Looking pleased with himself.

"Jay-"

"I found your dress," he said grinning, sliding his hands down your body, "And I think I even got the size right."

You make a soft sound of protest and Jason smirked at you un repenant, "At least try it on for me?"

"Is it an actual dress or just a skimpy thing you want to fuck me in?" you ask.

"It's a dress," Jason said, kissing your nose. "I promise."

You sigh and nod. You might feel bad, but Jason had been trying to get you to date him for weeks. And he wasn't shy about his feelings for you- chaste or otherwise. And it was daunting. You were used to knowing when people wanted to fuck you. But it wasn't usually paired with anything else.

"If I try it on will you stop touching me?"

"No touching," he said dropping his hands and taking a step back, "Sorry."

"I hate being touched."

"I'm sorry," he said again, more softly. "I won't do it again. Just, please? Try it on? Steph helped me make sure you'd like it. And uh- I already bought my tie and stuff to match."

"Jason," you sigh.

"It doesn't have to be a date," he said quickly, "I just figured it would be easier to explain why I'm next to you all night... I mean. At least I'm fun to talk to instead of just staring at your tits all night and getting horny-"

"You're already horny all the time."

"Exactly," he said grinning, "So you already know. But at least I can kinda be a gentleman about it."

"Out," you huff, "Just let me get this over with."

Jason held his hands up again and slipped out of your room, dropping onto the couch to wait.

Here I am again 🥺

I was thinking about Jason calling Y\N while he's out on patrol on a quiet night.

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"Jay, everything okay?"

You sound groggy, like you'd almost managed to go to sleep without him and he winced, muting his comms.

"I'm fine," he soothed, "Just bored. It's a slow night but Batman is waiting to see if anything pops off before he lets us all go for the night."

"I guess I could call the girls and we can try our hand at bank robbing you say, yawning.

"Hmm," he chuckled, "That would be- well frankly that would probably be a very sparkly robbery. Just watching Batman be pissed about the glitter alone would be worth it."

"Yeah," you snort, "But what would you do if you caught me?" It was a question that, if asked by anyone else, would sound innocent. even idly curious. But even without being able to see your face, he can see the sparkle. The teasing look in your eyes.

"I don't think I should say," he hummed. "I wouldn't want you getting idea-"

"Hood!"

Batman's voice burst through his earpiece as he turned to see police cars heading his way in the distance. "I gotta go babe. Gotta keep the old man from breaking a hip."

"Be safe!" is the last thing he hears before he hangs up the call and gets a running start to the roof's edge.

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