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“I met Jason Todd. He’s alive.”

“Y/N… I don’t know who you think you’ve met, but it couldn’t have been Jason. I’m setting up an appointment with Dr. Rodriguez. You need to see her again.” Dr. Rodriguez was the Justice League's shrink. You had to see her before you became Robin to ensure you were stable enough for the job. “I’m not crazy Bruce!” You screamed at him. You cross your arms, “I swear,” you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, “I saw Jason. He knew who you were. He knows Batman is Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “If what you’re saying is true, I’ll deal with it. You need to go to sleep. Now.”

“Fine.” You turn away from him and head towards your room. Once you make it up the stairs and down the hall you slam your door shut. “God dammit! He doesn’t believe me. I shouldn't have said anything. Dammit.” You peel off your suit and throw it haphazardly onto a chair in your bedroom. You groan to yourself as you plop onto your bed, feeling utterly defeated. 

You can’t fall asleep. Thoughts of Jason keep running around in your head. Thoughts about how he came back to life. Did he ever really die in the first place? Did it have to do with the League of Assassins? Was he even really Jason? 

You roll around your bed trying to ignore the questions your brain was asking. You eventually fall asleep, your final thoughts still about the boy who died and came back to life. 

The next morning you wake up with hair in your face and drool on your pillow. “Yuck.” You go into your en suite, fix your hair, and do your morning routine. Once that’s done, you leave your room and walk downstairs to see Alfred, Bruce, and Dick in the kitchen.

Shocked, you ask, “Dick? What are you doing here?” 

“B told me about Jason. I'm here to help find him.”

“So you do believe me?” You shift your focus to Bruce, who is drinking a cup of steaming coffee. 

“I- I honestly don't know Y/N. I'm worried about you. And I do trust you. So we're following this lead.” You get visibly happy and excited, “But, you're still grounded from crime fighting. You've been reckless and gone against my orders.”

“But, Bruce, please! I'm the one who found Jason!”

“And you found him because you disobeyed my direct orders. That's unacceptable. I'm in charge of your safety, I need you to follow what I say, otherwise you'll get hurt.” He goes from stoic to worried, “Hurt like Jason was.”

Dick chimes in, “I'm sorry, Y/N, but Bruce is right. And I can't lose anymore of my family. I won't.” A tear falls down his cheek. Alfred moves to comfort Dick, giving him a light hug, which Dick returns.

Bruce stands up and leaves the room without another word. Dick follows.

“I'm sorry Miss Y/N. For the record, I believe you. I always believe you.”

“Thank you Alfred.” You solemnly go back up to your room to get ready for school. The day goes by incredibly slowly, you can barely pay attention in class and you basically ignore your friends. When you arrive back home your suit is gone from your room. You sit on your bed and cry into your hands. All you wanted was to help. All you wanted was to be Robin. 

Days pass and your mood doesn't change. You're apathetic, barely eating, barely speaking. Bruce wasn't lying about making an appointment with Dr. Rodriguez, you sat in her office, in civilian clothes and your domino mask, not saying a word.

“Robin, tell me what happened.” You didn't even look at her, you stared at the ground while your leg shook. “I can see you're feeling anxious, do you want to talk about why?” You still don't speak. 

A few minutes pass in silence. “Batman told me you think you found the last Robin, I want to explore why you think that.”

“I don't think it. I know it.” you grumble out, still staring at the floor.

“Okay… so you know you saw the past Robin, what else can you tell me about him?” 

You groan, but look up at her and begin to answer her question, “I saw him in an alley way, talking to a drug dealer. The man pleaded for his life, but he shot him. He called him Red Hood. Red Hood knew Batman’s identity. He was able to overpower me, said he had all my training and more. He took off his helmet and… and I recognized him.”

“And how did you know it was him? You never met the past Robin.” “I know I didn’t, but I know what he looks like. Batman has shown me.” 

“Okay…” She sits for a moment, figuring out what her next question should be. You twiddle your thumbs to release the anxiety you're feeling. “Do you know why Batman sent you to me?” “No, not really. He wont let me fight crime anymore though.” “He’s worried for your safety.” “Well he doesn't need to be!” you yell, “I’m practically an adult, I know how to take care of myself. Christ I’ve defeated The Riddler, Penguin, the damn Joker! I know what I’m doing!”

“I believe you, Robin, but I have to agree with Batman. He told me you were obsessively investigating the past Robin’s death, and then you say you’ve met a dead person that you've been investigating. It raises some red flags. I think Batman is right to bench you for a while until we’ve got this whole thing figured out.” “Of course you do. Of course you're on his side, why the hell would you be on mine.” You stand up and pick up your belongings, “We’re done here.” and you leave the room. 

Batman is outside but you push past him and head to the zeta tubes, deciding to go without him. It brings you straight to the Batcave, where Dick is doing… something. You go up to him. 

“What are you up to?”

He stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, “What’s got you all mad?” “I asked you first.”

He sighs, and then chuckles, “Jason would always play that card too.” This makes you smile slightly. “I’m investigating his old case files, seeing if there’s any clues as to how he’d be alive. Any villain he’s had contact with that would be capable of something like…” He puts his hands in the air and moves them around slightly while trying to find the right words. He doesn't find it, “Well, something like what you’ve described.” “Can I help?”

“Sure-” “No.” Bruce interrupts. “I don't want you anywhere near this case. Go upstairs. Eat something.”

You glare at him and go. You don’t head to the kitchen to make some food. You go straight to your room, lock the door, and angrily yell into your pillow. 

A few hours pass, your room is now dark as the sun had set a while ago, and you hear a knock on the door. You don't say anything.

“Y/N?” It’s Bruce. You don't answer. He sighs, “Dick and I are going on patrol now. There’s cookies in the kitchen for you.” You hear his footsteps walk away, and then come back. He knocks again, “I love you, Y/N. Goodnight.” And his footsteps retreat again. 

Now that he’s gone you sneak out of your room and down to the Batcave. Alfred is always asleep by patrol time, so you don’t have to worry about him. Once in the Batcave, you go to the Batvault, where all the suits are displayed. Unfortunately, your suit is not there. Bruce must've thought you'd try to sneak out with it. Which is what you were doing. 

Since you can't wear your suit, and none of the other suits fit you, you decide to go back up to your room and put on a black hoodie, black athleisure leggings, and your spare domino mask. Once dressed, you head out of the manor, determined to find Red Hood. 

It's quite a bit harder to navigate the city without your utility belt. And a lot harder to navigate the city without being seen by Batman or Nightwing. Luckily, you know Batman's route ike the back of your hand, and assume Nightwing is following your own route, which you know even better. 

You can only think of one place to go to find Jason: the place you originally found him. It takes you double the time to get there than it usually would. 

The alleyway is empty, only garbage bins and trash littering the ground. You stare at it from the roof you're on and sigh in defeat. 

“Damn. I was really hoping to find him.”

“Find who?” A deep, gravelly voice answers.

You immediately change to a defensive stance, ready to fight whoever's voice that belongs to.

“Calm down, doll, it's just me.” Red Hood reveals himself to you. He takes off his helmet. He comes towards you and casually takes a seat at the edge of the building. You stare down at him, “C'mon, sit down, Robin.” he pats the space next to him. 

“I'm not really Robin anymore. At least for now.”

“I know.” He answers simply.

“What do you mean you know?”

“I notice when there's one less vigilante in the city. Plus I've been watching you and Brucey. C'mon, seriously, sit down with me.”

You scoff quietly and sit down next to him, your legs dangling off the side of the building. “So you've been stalking me?”

“Don't act like you've never stalked someone. I know what you and Batman get up to. I used to be you.” You chuckle at his comment. He's right. “So what did you do anyways?”

“Told him about you.” You sigh, “and disobeyed his orders.” you say with finger quotes.

He laughs, “That'll do it. Old man always needs to be in charge.” 

You don't know what to say. You don't even know what to think. You were having a casual conversation with a dead man. A dead man that you were the replacement of. 

“Did he say how long you're out for? He once grounded me from crime fighting for two whole months.” he chuckles, “I disobeyed him and nearly got myself killed. I wonder how long he would've grounded me for actually getting killed.”

You look over at him, your face contorted in confusion.

“Relax, it's just a joke.”

“He was devastated.” You look back at the city around you, “When you died. He showed me a tape from your funeral. He seemed like a different person. Somehow even broodier than normal.” 

He doesn't say anything. 

You sit in silence, kicking your feet back and forth over the roof building. Jason just stares at the city skyline, obviously deep in thought. A few minutes pass.

“How are you alive?” You question, looking towards him finally. 

“It's complicated.” He doesn't even look at you.

You look out at the skyline, and then back at him, “That's all you're going to say?”

“Yup.” He says casually, popping the p. “You should head back before Bruce notices that you're gone, Robin.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“My name. It's Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Jason.” He extends out his hand for you to shake with a smile on his face. You take his hand and shake it firmly, finally officially meeting Jason Todd.

He stands up and starts walking towards the other end of the roof, you follow. “See you later, Y/N.” He salutes you as he jumps from the building to the alley below. 

“See you later…?” You whisper to yourself.

You make your way through the city and back to the manor, sneaking into your room through the window, even though Bruce and Dick wouldn't be back from patrol for a few hours. You lay down in bed, your thoughts once again flooded with Jason, and fall asleep. 

The next morning Alfred wakes you up, “Miss Y/N, breakfast is ready.” You groan and flip around in your bed, not wanting to get up. You were dreaming. And it was a good dream. A dream about Jason Todd. Jason Todd and his piercing blue eyes, his sharp jawline, his defined muscular biceps. “Miss Y/N?”

“I'll be out in a minute!” you yell back. You get ready and head downstairs. Bruce is at the table reading the newspaper while sipping on coffee. Shit. 

“Morning Bruce. Morning Alfred.”

Bruce looks up from his reading, “Good morning Y/N. How was your night?”

“Fine. I just watched Netflix.”

“You didn't have the cookies I left for you.” 

“Wasn't hungry.” You grab the food Alfred prepared for you and begin eating.

You see a slight frown form on Bruce's face. You feel a little bad. He goes back to reading his newspaper while you eat in silence. 

“You know I just want to protect you, right?”

You bite your tongue, wanting to say ‘you don't need to protect me. I'm practically an adult and can make my own decisions. I've defeated plenty of bad guys without your help.’ but all you manage to say is “I know.”

That night you sneak out again, hoping you'd see Jason once more. You go to the spot you met him, the same spot you saw him last night. You just sit on the ledge of the roof, picking at your fingers while you wait. You watch below you as someone makes a drug deal. 

As if on cue Red Hood is down there to stop it. You watch him eagerly, anticipating what he'd do next. He doesn't resort to lethal violence this time, he knocks the drug dealer down, takes the drugs from the individual, and says something to him that you can't hear. Once the man leaves, Red Hood scales the building and takes a seat right next to you.

“What are you doing out here again, Y/N.”

“I don't know to be honest. Wanted to get out of that stupid place.” The truth was you wanted to see him. Talk to him. “What are you doing out here?” you drag out the ‘you’.

“What do you think? What did I just do.”

“No need to be rude about it. I'm just trying to make conversation.”

“You're right. Sorry.” 

Once again the pair of you sit in silence. It's not an awkward silence though, not exactly comfortable, but not awkward.

“What does Batman put in his drinks?”

“Huh?” your eyebrows furrow as you look at him.

“Just ice.” 

You look at him dead panned. “That was a terrible joke.” 

“You laughed inside.” He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, “I can see it in your eyes.”

“You can't see shit. It's too dark.”

He laughs softly, “You're right, I can't. It is really dark.”

You sit in silence again for a while, listening to the police sirens that can constantly be heard in Gotham, especially so late at night. 

“Why'd you kill that man the other night? I mean, Batman has a no kill rule, I follow it, Nightwing follows it, I figured you would too.”

He groans, “I did follow it, back when I was Robin. But after the Joker killed me, I went through a lot, as you can imagine. Got saved,” he said in air quotes, “by some bad people. And what they did to me, it changed me. I want my revenge. Revenge on the Joker. Revenge on Bruce.” 

“On Bruce? What do you mean, on Bruce?” 

“He didn't avenge me. Didn't kill the Joker. Let the lunatic live even though he killed me.”

“You know why he doesn't kill right?” Jason doesn't answer. You sigh, “B is… fragile. He would never admit it, but he is. If he were to kill someone, purposely, he'd spiral. There'd be no going back. He'd become what he hates.” 

Jason doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look at you. He stares off into the distance, presumably at the twinkling stars. 

“Jason, say something.” 

He looks at you, his eyes are slightly glossy, “Do you think he would hate me. I've become what he hates.”

“Oh, Jason. I don't think he could ever hate you. He loved you so much.”

Silence again.

“Come home. Please. Show Bruce and Dick and Alfred you're okay. That you're alive.”

“I can't.”

“Why not?” You ask firmly. 

“I just… I just can't, okay?” He stands up and walks away, “You should go.” 

And so you leave. 

You don't return, deciding to give Jason his space. You turn nineteen. Bruce throws a gala in your honor, not your first choice for celebrating your nineteenth birthday, but supposedly it's what extremely rich people do. And Bruce has to keep up his persona somehow. 

That night, after the festivities, you lug yourself up to your room in your fancy dress and heels to change. You were still grounded from crime fighting - somehow - so you sneak out to meet Jason. It had been months since you last saw him. 

You sit on the roof, waiting. You know he'll come eventually. And he does, after about half an hour.

“Y/N?” 

You spin around and look at Jason, offering him a toothy smile, “Hey Jay, long time no see.” You joke. Even though it had been entirely your fault you hadn't seen him in months

“Where have you been?”

“I was giving you space.” You admit. 

“For months?” 

“Sorry? I just thought… I don't know what I thought.” You move closer to him, “I missed hanging out with you.” 

“I missed hanging out with you too. When you came and sat on the rooftop with me, that was the highlight of my… of my year, honestly. I'm sorry I pushed you away.” 

“I'm sorry I stayed away so long.”

He embraces you in a hug, and he's a good hugger. You feel warm. You feel safe. “It's okay. Just don't leave again, okay?” He looks down at you, still holding you in his arms.

“Okay.” You look up. 

“What’s with all the makeup?”

“Oh, yeah. Bruce had a gala for my birthday. It was annoying.”

“It’s your birthday?”

“Mhm” You nod with a smile on your face.

“Well, happy birthday to you.”

“Thanks.” You stare at each other for a moment. You still in his embrace, him still looking down at you. You really want to kiss him. You've missed him. Even though you only hung out once, you missed him. “Fuck it.” You say and close the gap between you, kissing him. 

He doesn't return the kiss. He stares at you for a moment. You break out of his embrace and immediately start apologizing. 

“It's okay. Don't apologize.” He grabs your face and gently kisses your lips. You kiss back. You pull away and he smiles sweetly. Then it turns devilish. 

His lips crash into yours again, this time hungry for you. You kiss back with just as much ferocity, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck as your tongues collide. He groans into the kiss as you pull on his hair, which only makes you want to pull harder. 

Jason's hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You put your other arm behind his head as you kiss harder. He pulls apart from your lips, “God, you're beautiful.” He stares at you, taking in your features in the moonlight.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pull his face back into yours and begin kissing him again. Your heads move in sync as you sloppily make out on the rooftop. 

“Let's go to my apartment. It's just downstairs.” You feel a tingle at your core. 

“Okay.” you let out a breath. He picks you up with ease, which makes you yelp, and moves to the rooftop door as he kisses your neck. He moves down the stairs slowly, holding you close and tight to him to ensure your safety. He unlocks his apartment door and places you on the couch as the door shuts behind you. 

He climbs on top of you, your frame small compared to him. “This okay?” 

“Mhm.” You reach up your head and catch his lips in yours. Somehow the kiss is hungrier than before. You grab at his hair and pull him down into the kiss, he moans into your mouth. Your legs open slightly and he takes the opportunity to move his knee in-between your legs, pressing softly against you. 

He kisses the corner of your lip before his lips leave your mouth and move to your neck. He places open mouthed kisses against it as you move your head to give him better access. He sucks softly on the skin, you moan softly in return. 

His lips move down once again, to your collarbone and then the center of your chest. His hands creep up into your shirt, “Still okay?” You nod in response.

He slides his hand underneath your bra and begins cupping your left breast and squeezing softly. He continues to suck on your neck as his fingers move to play with your nipple. You can't help but moan and move your hips against his leg. You can feel him smile against your neck. 

His lips leave your neck and he looks at your face. “Take off your shirt.” You can feel your cheeks turning red. You do as you're told. 

He stares at your body for a moment, almost like he's entranced. “Stunning. You're stunning Y/N.” 

You playfully hit his shoulder and laugh. “Shut up, Todd.”

“Make me.” He smiles cockily and stares deep into your eyes. You roll your eyes and smile before pulling him into another kiss. His hands once again reach towards your breasts, “Can I take this off?” he mumbles into the kiss.

“Yes.” You sit up slightly so he can reach the clasp on the back of your bra, he unhooks it with ease, only using one hand. He carefully takes it off and stares at you again. 

“Damn, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen.” He kisses down your body with every word. You feel your whole body shiver and your core tingle. He grabs your right boob and moves his mouth onto your left one. He begins sucking harshly, making you moan. 

He starts to lightly move his knee against you, and you grind your hips against him in return. He removes his mouth from you and takes off his shirt. You stare in awe at his muscular physique. You take your hand and run it softly down his abs. 

“Like what you see?” He chuckles.

“Very much so.” You smile. You move your arms around his neck, pull him close, and whisper into his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiles devilishly and moves to take off his pants. He's wearing boxers and you can see his dick fighting against them. You move to shimmy out of your pants but he stops you, “Let me do it.” He slowly takes them off, soaking up every second. His fingers play with the band of your underwear before he leans down and places a kiss against your covered clit. 

He looks insanely handsome from this angle. He smiles up at you and maintains eye contact as he slowly removes your underwear. Without looking away from your eyes he moves down and kisses your clit. 

Your whole body shivers. His tongue slowly circles around your clit, you moan out loudly and he chuckles against you. His tongue moves lower over your folds. You're already a mess under him. 

He slowly inserts a finger into you, pumping it slowly in and out while his tongue circles your clit again. He adds a second finger. You moan loudly at the feeling of his fingers filling you.

He sucks softly on your clit while his fingers move in and out, in and out, over and over again. He slowly picks up the pace as he feels your walls involuntarily squeeze around his fingers. The sensation is overwhelming. You begin grinding against his face, chasing your orgasm. 

When it comes, it comes hard. Your whole body shivers as your cum spills out of you, all over Jason's fingers and mouth. He laps it up with his tongue, making your body twitch. 

“Mmm, you taste so good.” He moans. His mouth moves to yours, you taste yourself on his lips. “Ready for me to fuck you?” He whispers into your ear. 

You nod eagerly, “Please?” you beg him. You need him. 

He quickly scoops you into his arms once again and carries you to his bedroom. He places you on the bed - part of you wishes he threw you - and immediately gets on top of you again. He stares into your eyes, “You really are beautiful, Y/N.” 

You blush under him and try to hide your face in your hands. He quickly removes your hands from your face and places them above your head, using one hand to trap both your hands in that position. “No hiding allowed,” he almost growled, “understood?”

You nod, unable to get any words out because of how flustered you are. 

“Don't move.” He removes his hands and moves them towards the hem of his boxers. He takes them off slowly. His dick springs out of his boxers, easily at least 8 inches in length. You can feel yourself become wetter. 

He moves back over you and traps your wrists above your head again. “You ready, doll?” You nod again. “I need to hear you say yes.” 

“Yes.” You breathe out. 

Using his free hand he guides his dick to your cunt. He gently moves it against your folds, teasing you.

“Jayyy.” you moan out, complaining. 

He chuckles, “Sorry.”

He slowly inserts himself into you, inch by inch, making sure your pussy can comfortably hold him. You moan out his name when he bottoms out, hitting your g-spot perfectly. He groans.

He gently pulls out before slamming back into you, making you scream with pleasure. He sets a quick rhythm pounding into you. With each thrust you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm. Your head lulls back against the pillow, eyes involuntarily rolling back. He goes faster. 

“Feels good, baby?” 

“Mhm.” You're in such bliss that that's all you can get out. 

Your walls begin clenching around him repeatedly, you can't control it. 

“Look at me when you cum.” He demands.

You open your eyes and stare into his. Your breathing gets heavier, faster. Your mouth is open as you moan out.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” 

And with that, you cum all over his dick. You still maintain eye contact, somehow. He continues thrusting into you through your orgasm, helping you ride through it while chasing his own at the same time. 

He pulls out and cums onto your stomach, his cum warm and sticky against your skin. He lets go of your hands, finally giving you the opportunity to grab his face and kiss him again. He moans into the kiss, careful not to crush you with his weight. 

“That was amazing. You're amazing.” You tell him.

He kisses you again, softly this time, “You're amazing. Now let's get you cleaned up.” 

He grabs you, brings you to the bathroom, and places you on the counter. He draws a bath for you, and while the water fills the tub he uses a clean towel to gently remove his cum from your abdomen. 

Once the bath is full, you sink into the water, and he sits behind you. He gently cleans you with soap, kissing your neck and your shoulders while doing so. 

After you're both clean he brings you back to his bed, “Happy birthday.” He whispers into your ear as you fall asleep in his arms.

The sun peeks through the blinds and wakes you. “Shit!” 

Jason groans and pulls you closer, “What's wrong, doll?”

You wriggle out of his embrace and begin searching for your clothes. “Bruce is going to be so mad I didn't come home last night. Shit. I'm in so much trouble.” 

“You're an adult, you're allowed to spend the night somewhere else.”

“Not when I'm trying to get my crime fighting privileges back.” 

He's silent for a moment. “What if I come back with you?”

“What?” 

“What if I come back with you. You tell Bruce you found me, and I'll be there, living proof, and he won't be able to be mad at you.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. It's time I face the old man anyways.” 

You giggle and embrace him in a hug, “Ugh, finally!” 

You return to the manor around 9 a.m. You go through the front gate and up to the front door, opening it slowly and as quietly as possible. 

“Miss Y/N?” Alfred questions. He's always mysteriously right where he needs to be. 

“Hey Alfred.” You say sheepishly.

“Where have you been?” 

“Um… out? I brought someone.” 

Jason steps into the manor, sheepishly smiling, “Hey Alfred.” He offers a small wave. 

“Master Jason?”

“Guilty.”

Alfred moves over and embraces Jason in a hug. A tear pricking his eye. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” You hear Bruce's voice from the neighboring room. He comes out, locks eyes with Jason, and drops his mug onto the floor, it shatters everywhere. 

“Hey B.” Jason says casually. Bruce practically runs over to Jason and hugs him tightly.

He pulls away and cups Jason's face, “You have no idea how much I've missed you.” 

That night you all have a family dinner. Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, and you. Dick is ecstatic to see Jason. He also bursts into tears. Their bond was just as strong as it was before Jason's death - they were joking around and teasing each other all night. 

When you get to your room you close the door behind you and rest your back against it. You can't stop thinking about what just happened. You bring your hands up to your face and drag them down your cheeks, laughing a little bit like a crazy person.

“What the hell just happened?” You say out loud to no one but yourself. After a few moments you compose yourself and begin getting ready for bed. 

You start by hopping in the shower, letting the water fall down your soapy body while thinking about what happened in the last hour. The way the building lights shined in the night. The way he held you. The way his hands felt around your waist. 

After your shower you finish your night routine and crawl into bed. Your thoughts consumed by…

The next morning you wake up to your alarm blaring next to you and sunshine peeking through the window. You groan, get out of bed, and complete your morning routine. It was a Monday, meaning you had two classes at Upstate College. 

You take the bus to the college and go to your first class. After the class you decide to get lunch at a little cafe on campus. As you walk in you immediately run into someone, their coffee spilling on your shirt. Thank God it wasn't hot coffee. You look up at the person you ran into and see a southeast Asian man with short dark hair and brown eyes.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry.” He quickly apologizes. He looks at you and his eyes become startled, but only for a second, before returning to normal. You open your mouth to speak but he continues speaking. “Let me get you a napkin to clean that up. I'm really really sorry.” 

You laugh slightly, you're surprisingly not mad. “It's okay. Accidents happen. Let's just get the napkin, yeah?” You walk into the cafe and towards the counter, the man trailing close behind you. You ask the cashier for a few napkins, gesturing towards your shirt and she happily obliges. 

You begin patting down your shirt, not that it would help with the stain but at least you wouldn't be wet anymore. 

“I really am sorry. I should've been paying more attention.” 

You look up at him, “Seriously it's fine. Don't worry. It will wash out… hopefully.” 

“Uh, let me make it up to you? I'll buy you your coffee.” 

“Oh you really don't have to do that.”

“No, no, really, I insist. I ruined your shirt, the least I could do is buy you a coffee.” He smiles at you sheepishly - a strangely familiar smile, but you can't place why - and begins scratching the back of his neck nervously.

You smile at him, “And a sandwich?”

He laughs, “Sure.”

“Okay. I would be an idiot to refuse a free coffee and sandwich, huh?” 

He laughs again and smiles widely. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

He goes up to the counter, orders himself a new drink, and asks you what you want. You tell the cashier and he gives her a twenty dollar bill, telling her to keep the change. 

You find a table in the cafe and sit opposite of each other. 

“So, what's your name? I'm y/n.”

“Oh right, I'm Mark. Nice to, um, meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you as well.” You smile, “Wish it were under different circumstances, but what can you do?” 

“Yeah… again I'm really sorry.” 

“Seriously, Mark, it's okay. I mean I'm definitely not going to class anymore with this stain on my shirt, but I don't really like the class anyways.” 

“I can lend you a shirt? If you'd like. I keep a spare set of clothes in my car.” 

“Is that just an excuse to see me again?” You lean in slightly, smirking flirtatiously.

“Maybe,” He leans in as well, “if that's okay with you.” 

“That's more than okay with me.” Your order is called by one of the workers, and Mark stands up to get them. “Be right back.” He says as he taps on the table twice. He returns with two to-go cups and a to-go sandwich, he hands your order to you as you stand up, “For you, y/n.” 

“Why thank you, Mark.” 

“C’mon, let's go get you that shirt.” He leads you outside to the parking lot nearby and to his car, as you eat your sandwich. He pops open the trunk and, as he said, there was a spare set of clothes in there. He grabs the t-shirt and hands it to you. 

You look at the shirt, "Seance Dog?” You laugh.

“Yeah sorry, that's all I've got… he's a comic book character.”

“You say sorry too much.”

“Sorry.” He smiles at you sheepishly, once again, and rubs his left arm nervously. 

You roll your eyes and smile, “Thank you for the shirt. Even if it will make me look dorky.”

“You'll be a cute sort of dorky.” 

You blush slightly and smile softly. “Thanks.” 

“You're welcome.” He smiles down at you, “Can I get your number?” You stare at him with a smile and your eyebrows raised, “So you can return the shirt?”

“Sure. As long as you promise to text me.” 

“Deal.” He hands you his phone and you put in your number, adding your name to the contact with a little emoji. 

“Here you go. I'll catch you later, Mark.” 

“Catch you later, y/n.” He smiles and waves a goodbye as you walk back towards the building.

You find a bathroom and change into the dorky t-shirt, grinning like an idiot. You go to your second class, midway through the lecture your phone dings. It's a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number

Hey y/n, it's Mark :) 

You decide to leave it for now and focus on class. Once you're on the bus to go back home you open your phone and answer the text. 

You

hey Mark :) thank you again for the shirt

though i definitely look like a dork

You take a selfie of yourself and the shirt and send it with the message.

He responds immediately 

Unknown number

You look really cute in my shirt 

You giggle to yourself. You respond back and continue to text him throughout the bus ride. Once you're home, around 6pm, you throw the shirt in the laundry and send a quick text saying you can't talk for a bit, and decide to take a nap, still wearing Mark's shirt. 

You wake up three hours later. You switch the shirt from the laundry machine to the dryer, whoops, you think to yourself. You then go to the bathroom and fix up your makeup. After that you go to your closet and pick out something cute - yet casual - to wear. 

You make your way up to the rooftop and wait for Invincible.

About thirty minutes pass and there's no sign of the superhero. Your phone is softly playing music, although tonight it's not sad, it's chill. You grab your phone and open the messages app. 

You

hey sorry i fell asleep lol

You set your phone back down and wait for a text back.

A few minutes after you send the text Invincible arrives. He sits down next to you without you even noticing, “Hey y/n.” He says with a cheeky smile. 

You jump, “Jesus dude, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Gotta be more aware of your surroundings.” He chuckles. 

You punch him in the arm. It slightly hurts, once again. 

“Ouch.” He feigns pain.

“That could not have possibly hurt you.” 

“It hurt reallyyyy bad.” 

“Uhuh… sure.” 

He looks at you and smiles widely, “So, what'd you get up to today? Anything fun?” 

“Um, not really. Just had class. Oh! And some guy spilled coffee on me.”

“Oh that's no fun. Did he at least apologize?”

“Yeah he did.” You laugh, “He apologized a lot actually. And gave me a dorky t-shirt with a comic book character named Seance Dog on it.”

“Hey, Seance Dog is good.”

You look at him with your eyebrow raised, “You like Seance Dog?”

“Um, yes?” He smiles sheepishly.

“Wouldn't have taken Invincible as a dork.” 

“You'd be surprised… I am just a guy at the end of the day.” 

“Yeah, a guy who is literally invincible.” You chuckle slightly. “Tell me something else about you.”

“Can't be giving away my identity, can I?” 

“Ugh.” You groan, “You're no fun.” 

“I'm plenty fun.” He says defensively with a hand over his chest.

“Prove it.” You smirk at him.

He stands up, immediately grabs you and positions you in bridal style again, and boosts off the ground into the sky, making you shriek. 

“What the hell, Invincible!” 

“What? You wanted fun!” He smiles devilishly. He goes over to the waterway and flies close to the water, “Put your hand out, the water usually feels nice.” 

You do as he says and watch as the water reacts to your touch, a huge smile on your face. You splash some of the water up into Invincible’s face and laugh.

“Hey! I could just drop you, you know!”

“You would never.” You challenge him. 

He squints his eyes at you and flies back up to the sky. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull your body close to his. He smiles down at you. 

He brings you back to your building, where your phone is still sitting playing music, and places you down gently. 

“Did I prove I'm fun?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, yes you did.” 

“Good.” He smiles.

“Good.” You smile back. 

You stare at each other for a moment, it feels like one of those moments where he's going to lean in to kiss you, but he doesn't. 

Instead he groans and says, “Be there in a second, Cecil.” He looks into your eyes apologetically, "I'm really sorry, y/n, but I have to go.”

“No rest for the wicked, huh?”

“Yeah, not really.” He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

You smile. “Yeah, sure.” 

You hated living in Chicago. Especially after the Omni-Man and Invincible fight that killed over 2,000 people, including a family friend.

Losing that family friend has been really hard for you. You'd known them since the day you were born, they took care of you and loved you just as your parents did. They were basically a third parent. And they were gone.

So, you found yourself sitting at the edge of a building, ready to fall off. To meet with them again, in a ‘better place.’ You were playing some music softly from your phone, which sat to your left. You stare into the black night sky, dotted with the twinkling stars, just thinking.

Thinking about how hard life has been since the incident. Thinking about how easy it would be to just fall. The way the wind would feel on your skin as your body went flying down. The way your mind would finally be clear.

A voice brings you out of your thoughts, though you're unsure what they said. Your head spins around to look for the voice, and standing right behind you is the one and only…

“What?” You ask, slightly confused, slightly starstruck.

“I asked if you were okay.” Invincible answered.

Your glossy eyes move down to the street below, watching as a singular car passes by, “Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.” 

“You sure? Your music is pretty sad. You look pretty sad.” He begins rubbing his left arm, almost nervously. 

“Yeah, I'm sure I know how I feel.” You state stubbornly. You look back at him, your eyebrows knitted in frustration. 

“And now you look angry.” He says, laughing softly. He moves over to your right and takes a seat beside you. He lets his legs dangle below and kicks them slightly. 

“Maybe I am,” you shift uncomfortably, “maybe I wanted some peace and quiet.” 

“Okay.” He says, but he doesn't leave. Instead he leans back on his hands and stares at the stars. 

You look at him, confused and annoyed. “What are you doing?” 

“Sitting with you. Enjoying the peace and quiet. Well mostly quiet. You are still playing music.” 

“Uh huh…” you shift uncomfortably once again. You don't really know what to say. “Shouldn't you be out saving people?” Or killing people, you think to yourself.

“Maybe I am saving someone.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah? Who?” 

“You.” Neither of you say anything for a moment, sitting in the silence. “I know what it's like. Wanting to just let yourself fall. Trust me.” 

You look at him, unconvinced, “Really?” you say, almost sarcastically. 

“Yes really.” He takes a deep breath. “After the… incident with my- with Omni-Man, I wanted to fly high into the sky and just let myself fall. In fact, I did do that. But I stopped myself before fully reaching the ground.” He looks into your eyes, “I get it.” 

You don't say anything. You look back out into the night sky. A minute passes. “You're the reason I'm here.” He looks at you, obviously confused, even behind that mask. “My… someone close to me died when you fought Omni-Man. They'd still be here if it wasn't for you.” There was a slight venom to your voice, but mostly heartbreak. 

“I'm- I'm really sorry.” 

Silence once again falls between you, the only noises being your music and the night. 

“I’m sorry, too. What I said was mean.”

“It's okay. I blame myself too.”

You look into the goggles of his mask, sorrow filling your eyes. You're about to say something, but instead look away. 

“What's your name?” 

“What's yours?”

He laughs. A real laugh. “You know I can't tell you that.” 

You laugh too, softer than his. “I'm y/n.” 

He puts out his hand for you to shake, “Nice to meet you y/n.”

You take his hand, “Nice to meet you too, Invincible.” 

He cracks a smile at you, toothy and charming. “Wanna go for a flight?”

“What?”

“Let me fly you around the city. It's very beautiful at night.”

“What?”

“C’mon y/n, seriously.” He stands up and offers you a hand, “let me show you Chicago from high above.” 

You laugh again, you can't believe this is happening. “Um… okay?” You grab your phone, then his hand, and he helps you up. 

“Can I carry you?” You nod slowly, and he swiftly picks you up bridal style, making you yelp. “Sorry.” He smiles down at you sheepishly. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

He slowly begins to rise from the rooftop, careful not to scare you. He begins to fly forward. The wind against your skin feels fantastic, it's not too cold, it's just right. Your hair flies around wildly, though Invincible doesn't seem to mind. You close your eyes and smile. This is better than falling.

You open your eyes and look below, the buildings glow softly with yellow lights, it looks beautiful. You laugh. A real, genuine, full-hearted laugh. 

Invincible smiles down at you, “Having fun?” 

You look up at him, “Very much so.” 

He flies you around for about twenty minutes, it's the best twenty minutes you've experienced in who knows how long. Finally, he brings you back to the rooftop and sets you down gently.

“Alright, y/n, this is your stop.” He smiles cheekily. 

“If sitting on this rooftop listening to sad music gets me an experience like that, I might just have to do it more often.” 

“And if you keep doing it, I might just have to come to this rooftop more often.” 

You smile at him, “Thank you, Invincible, really. That was amazing.” 

“I'm glad you think so.” He smiles back. “Is this where you live? Or do I need to fly you home?”

“I live here.”

“Glad I know where to find you.” 

You smile softly, “A little creepy there Invincible.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it to be. It's just that-”

“I'm kidding.” You punch him in the arm playfully. It kinda hurts.

“Oh.” He laughs, meeting your eyes once again.

“If I come to this roof tomorrow night, will you meet me here?” 

“Yes.” He answers immediately, “Um, I mean, sure. I can meet you here.” 

Traveling with The Doctor is… an adventure to say the least. It's fun, it's thrilling, it's even terrifying at times. But you wouldn't trade it for the world. 

The past four years of your life have been the best years; traveling the world - the universe - with a man you trust with your whole being. And sometimes he'd test that trust, like today. 

You were on a planet distant from earth, called Uropia, which claimed to be a utopia. The problem with this utopia? It wasn't an utopia at all. The people were prisoners of their own planet, controlled by one man and his army of alien robots. 

You were currently running from said alien robots, who were shooting at you with their built-in laser rays.

“So what's the plan Doctor?” You half yell while dodging the rays.

“I don't know yet. We'll figure it out.”

“I hate when you say that!” 

“Ohhh, you love it!” He yells back with a grin. 

You groan, but smile, continuing to run down the hallway. Four years ago, you probably would've passed out from fear, but today? Today you were more excited than terrified. 

Dodging death had become your new normal, somehow it became fun. Escaping from aliens, or simply deranged humans, became a pastime almost. You became more and more like The Doctor with every adventure. 

“Turn right!” He yells when the hallway finally splits. As you slide around the corner you notice The Doctor pull his sonic screwdriver from inside his trenchcoat and point it at the robots. It whirrs softly as blue light emits from the end, and the robots stop in their tracks, frozen and unable to move. 

You quickly come to a stop, nearly falling over, “Now why the hell didn't you do that before?”

“Didn't think of it.” He shrugs while placing the sonic back where it belongs. 

“I hate you sometimes."

“Oh, don't be like that. I know you love me.” 

“Those are not mutually exclusive, Doctor.” 

He rolls his eyes, but grins, and grabs your hand, “C’mon, let's keep going in case more are coming” 

You run together, hand in hand, until you finally reach a door to the outside world. He goes to open it but, of course, it's locked. He once again reaches for his sonic to use on the door. Before he can take it out of his pocket a ray shoots at you and hits the wall less than a foot away from you. You yelp at the close call.

“Hurry up Doctor, I didn't exactly plan to die today!”

“Sorry, sorry, one second.” He points the sonic at the robots once again and they freeze. He then points it at the door, which opens with a creak. He grabs your hand again. “Let's go!”

You begin running, your feet finally hitting grass, albeit red grass, after hours indoors. The sky is a beautiful shade of orange, it reminds you of the sunsets back home on Earth. You can see the TARDIS not far in the distance, the blue of the police box contrasting starkly with the orange sky. 

You look behind you to see more robots coming out the door, “Oh shit Doctor, we gotta run faster!” 

You both pick up the pace. As you get closer to the TARDIS the doors open, allowing you to easily run in without finicking with the lock. You run deep into the TARDIS as The Doctor closes the door behind you. 

“y/n, set the coordinates, we need to go!” 

“But we haven't helped the Uropians yet!”

The robots begin banging on the TARDIS door.

“We'll come back, but we need to go! Now!” 

You do as you're told and punch in coordinates that would have you floating not far from the planet. The Doctor runs to the console and begins flicking levers and pressing buttons, you do the same. Four years on the TARDIS and you learn a thing or two. 

The TARDIS begins to whirr, a sound that brings you joy, and the floor shakes slightly as you begin to travel. 

“Ha, we did it! Told you we didn't need a plan.” He winks at you.

“That is not what you said at all.”

“Eh, it's basically what I said.” 

“It really isn't.” 

“It kinda is.” 

“Sure, whatever.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You walk closer to him and grab his hands, “Thank you for saving me, Doctor.”

He holds your hands and looks into your eyes, “Always, y/n. Always.” 

You smile sheepishly, looking down at the pair of hands. He removes one of his hands from your grip and brings it up to your face, cupping your cheek and guiding you to look back at him. 

“I love you, y/n.” He smiles, “You know that right? I'd never let anyone hurt you.” 

“I know, Doctor. I love you too.” 

He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your lips. The TARDIS groans, you're unsure if she's pleased or displeased by the public display of affection.