The Act Of Stealing A Loved One |3| (Stanley Pines X Reader)

The Act of Stealing a Loved One |3| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

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Story Guide

Why the hell was he doing this? Maybe it was to try and make up for all that he did to his brother, or maybe it was to attempt to not let Ford ruin something good that finally came into his life. Whatever the reason was, Stan was putting fake glasses on, wearing an outfit similar to what his nerdy brother would wear, he was going to the show. He was going to see you perform.

“God why does he dress so dorky” Stan muttered in annoyance as he looked himself over in the mirror. He adjusted the glasses that sat awkwardly on the bridge of his nose and grabbed the poster before heading out to his car. He drove off to where the show was taking place, in somebody’s basement.

“Do you think he’s going to come tonight?” you muttered, looking at Gabs.

Their band was currently tuning their instruments and checking over equipment in the basement, preparing for the performance.. How the neighbors didn't complain was beyond you, they probably are used to this by now.

“Do you want the truth or for me to lie?” Gabs glanced at you with an annoyed look in her eye, sighing, she continued to tune her guitar “...I don't know why you're still with that bum. You invited him to how many shows now and he just wont show?” She rolled her eyes, directing her attention back towards you.

“He’s super busy, and I get that... His degree is super difficult, so I get it” You muttered, beginning to untangle some of the wires you shoved inside your bag in a hurry “..if he doesn't show tonight, I might just have to talk about where this relationship is going.. I really just don't get why he doesn't support me on this..” you mutter frowning slightly as you progress with the mess of wires

“If that's what you feel is best then do it, besides, you'll always have me and the band,” Gabs smiles softly at you placing her guitar down as she looks at the clock on the wall “Doors open in ten, maybe you'll see him before the show starts.. I'm hoping for his sake or I swear I will beat the absolute sh-”

“Gabs! You're not beating up my boyfriend” you laugh, gently shoving her “But I hope he’ll be there too..”

Stan was glad he got there when he did, considering the fact it was a basement show it was pretty packed. Parking was a bitch, so he ended up parking on the front lawn to which everyone else followed suit once they saw him do it.

“Ford, don't make me regret this…” he muttered getting out of the car before heading to the door. Ignoring the looks of everyone else, he stepped inside. The house smelt of cigarettes and booze, it was rather full at the moment with groups of people talking. It made Stan stick out like a sore thumb while he was trying to find you in the room.

“Holy shit! Ford you actually came!” He heard a female voice yell out before he was suddenly embraced. Looking to see who embraced him, he saw the girl from the photo on Ford's desk, it was you. Returning the hug Stan smiled “I apologize for missing your other shows I got too caug-” he was cut off by you kissing him, shutting him up completely.

Was this wrong? 100%. If Ford ever knew about this he would be in even deeper shit. But the way your soft lips felt against his rough ones pushed that thought aside. Your scent of vanilla, mixed with cigarettes was like a drug he craved. He couldn't get enough of it. You pulled away after a few seconds looking into his eyes smiling

“As much as I love your rambling, shush. I'm just glad you're here!” she said giddily as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the Vodka you tried hiding with a piece of strawberry gum, hitting his nose in the closeness.

“Noted. You look absolutely beautiful, now when do you perform?” Keep your cool Stanley shit!

“Oh I'm on after the first band! Ya know… There's rumors of some school scouting agent showing up tonight.. god can you imagine if it was true?” You smiled, a sparkle in your eyes as you speak “The band and I, in the big leagues..On tour never having to look back? That's the dream” you removed your hands from Stan’s neck

When you pulled away he turned his attention to your ensemble for the show. Your hair was done with brushed out curls, falling towards the low cut neckline of the red shirt you had on underneath the black leather jacket that completed the look.

How the actual hell did Ford score you?

No seriously how the hell.

“Regardless, we got a huge following now, the word got out about us all over campus and some parts of your school so whatever happens I don't give a shit. This is so fun!” you giggle, slightly tipsy from the shots you definitely didn't have earlier

“Whatever makes you happy, I'll support you” Stan smiled gently, squeezing your hand.

He hates that he just added fuel to the fire of lies he is making, but he didn't want to crush your dreams. Stan knows his brother was definitely not supportive of your music career, he knows that he would probably tell you to be more realistic, that's just how his brother was. Stan wishes that somehow, he would have been the one you met, he longed for someone exactly like you. Carefree, up for the thrill of not knowing what's next, and not giving a shit while doing it.

“And that's why I love you Ford” Y/n says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Y/n! Come on, we have to figure out all our shit before we go on! You can make out with him later!” Jamie yelled out to you, holding up one of his drumsticks, pointing out at you

“Ugh, I'm coming! See you on stage lover boy” You kiss him one last time before running off with Jamie.

God he was down bad

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BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

master-list || CHAPTER TWO: SWEET AND BLOOD.

summary: it always him. a unhealthy reminder of jason’s nightmares and demons.

pairing: husband!jason todd x wife!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson, jim gordon, damian wayne, ginger the pup.

warnings: ptsd?, traumatic experiences, talks of death, almost panic attacks? a little bit of smut??? y/n gets tackled twice, violence, injuries, almost attempted kidnapping.

previously || next

why is it called a secret, when you can’t be careful?

oh wait..it never was a SECRET.

“what..”

was all jason todd could say. not RED HOOD. not the man who killed criminals and terrorized any crime boss in Gotham city and left their heads rolling for police to take care of. but JASON. the boy who was left to fend for himself and starving until he met bruce wayne. same scared kid who was murdered by a clown. a clown who wore caked on face paint, green hair, laughed like his life depended on it. one who murdered so many lives. he didn’t take Jason’s life…he used it…and than torn it. all because, he was robin and because he was the son of his number one enemy.

memories of that torturing hours, of just being there with him.

he could hear him laughing, laughing so much like he was so goddamn funny to brutally beat a kid. jason could feel his hands on him. he could feel, EVERYTHING.

the crowbar, he could feel the metal beating him senselessly. from to his face to his toes. the ache and the throbbing. than to the numbness. it was like when you get sick, the chills and the fever and the feeling of not being able to get up mixed with getting stomped on by a giant over and over was what it felt like. it never stopped. the pain.

but that doesn’t compare when he had his finger nails pulled off. limbs broken. hanging by a thread. the cuts that fuckin’ clown would give him. but the most memorable besides the crowbar was HIM… carving a J on the side of his cheek. it was slow. painfully agonizing. he could hear his own screams begging to stop. he remembered he would always purposefully go slow and dig deeper into his bleeding skin. something the lazarus pit couldn’t fully heal, not even his autopsy marks on his chest.

he was littered, of death. and he cheated death, without him even letting it happen. you could say that the lady death let it slide…for now.

“jay?”, he hears his wife, oh his wife…the love of his life.

y/n sat down in front of jason who stared blankly ahead of her. his gaze was into space. gone he was. unresponsive. she was used to seeing her husband like this after he has his nightmares or panic attacks. a lot of times she would see if he wanted to have her console him, if not she wouldn’t touch him unless he gave her consent. she was patient. and that’s all jason asks.

“baby…you need me?”, y/n whispers to him but still not daring to touch him. she could hear his breathing hitch, it looked like he wasn’t breathing at all. “jason”, y/n calmly called out his name.

that caused him to blink a little before robotically looking down at her in between his legs. y/n held a worried look, worried he was going to have an episode. “jay? how can I help? mhm? do you want to list off some things?”, she questions him slow. jason blinked, shaking his head. y/n muttered a small ‘okay’ before placing herself fully on their carpet floor.

“okay…can i touch you?”, y/n asks him with her hands on her lap.

he stared down at his wife, all he sees..is her. jason nodded, his hair flopped as he did. y/n nodded with a frown. her hand reaches up with a pace of calmness, both the husband and wife’s hand clasped together. her thumb rubs against the scar on his knuckles.

“jay…I need you to breathe with me..okay? I need you to take deep breathes”, y/n reminded him. something jason tends to forget when he feels like something is going to cause him to have a panic attack or when an nightmares occurs. he inhaled from his nose before exhaling quietly, he does that a few times as y/n watched to make sure he wasn’t overdoing it. “there ya go…”, she cheers on.

jason closed his eyes, feeling a sense of relief. reminding himself he wasn’t there anymore and he was safe with his wife. “I know baby..I know. do you want to go and lie down? glass of water”, y/n began to ask him. ready to go and get some water anyway for him, jason grabbed her hand. her ringed hand. the gold wedding ring stared back at him. his calloused thumb runs over the band.

pressing a firm kiss on the ring he put on her himself. jason finally spoke to her “im fine..thank you babe”, he whispers under his breath.

worried still, y/n nodded her head as she reaches up and rubs jason’s knee that was shaking violently. he takes deep breathes to calm himself and allow his wife’s presence as well. his jet black hair tossles forward, in the sunlight, a few white streaks glides. the hair dye finally fading away.

y/n always remember when jay needed some help in dying his hair, said it was better than a constant reminder of his fate before. she did always like the white streak in his hair though. like a cute skunk. she looked at his hair before reaching up gently tugging on the growing whites. “you’re right.. we do need to dye it”, she whispers.

on jason’s face was a growing smile until it dropped remembering what y/n had previously told him. his frown deepened, “it’s my fault…I should’ve been more careful..I fucked up”, he says. hearing the fear and the blame coming from jason made y/n look up into his eyes. her eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head more.

“it is NOT you’re fault jason. none of it was your fault..you-”, cupping jason’s scarred cheeks into her warm hands. the cold wedding ring touching his skin. “protect me so well my love..you keep me safe. you never fuck up. you are the best husband I could ask for, no matter how many times you doubt yourself. know you done this for us. you are the greatest man I know..”, her words of truth and love made JASON TODD cry. tears fall drooping down his cheeks. one, two, three, four and five tears as more keeps on coming.

jason bites his lips as they wobbled. he lets out a choked sob before wrapping his hands around his wife’s. y/n’s eyes softened at the sight. “oh jay”, she coos at him.

her thumb wipes away his falling tears letting her husband cry.

everyone is allowed to be vulnerable. just because you’re vulnerable doesn’t make you weak. you have so much pain yet you still carry it, letting that pain go will set you free. be angry. be sad. whatever you’re emotion you feel, turn it into something greater.

those are what y/n told jason. on the night he revealed to her that his true identity and his story. he didn’t cry, that night. he just stared at the city. scared but accepting if she was scared and wouldn’t want to see him again. yet she never did. she stayed. and when she told him those words, god did he grew to love her more and more.

“why did you marry me?”, jason asks y/n from behind her. laying inside the porcelain bathtub was the two couple, naked and covered in foamy bubbles. the room smelled of warm cocoa butter and brown sugar, a hint of lavender essential oil. the only light in the large bathroom was red and white thick candles. the large man’s figure was behind y/n’s, he was pressed up against the cold porcelain.

playing with the foam and blowing into them creating the smallest tiniest of bubbles, y/n turned her head to look at jason with a curious look. “what? what kind of question is that?”, she asks him. her full attention to him.

he shifts, moving y/n along on his lap. “i just..want to hear it again. please?”, jay asks. she looks down at his wet chest before looking up at him. from her back being turned away, she quickly moves over chest to chest.

and as their chests touch each other..y/n wraps her wet arms around his thick neck. “the reason why I married you. is because I could have of chosen to be married to someone else. somebody who wouldn’t love me, as much as you do. you love me. but not as much as I love you. that night you saved me, I knew. and when you told me who you truly are. I knew. I love you and all you’re days and nights. red hood, robin, jason todd…all of you is what I love. marrying you, is my gift till the day I die…”

the words, so beautiful. jason stared at her with devotion, his heart beats every second. his eyes turned into hearts eyes the minute she spoke. “god I love you”, he whispers looking down at her lips.

his thumb runs along the plush skin. his right hand goes down to her hip and the other hand on her back. pushing her forward onto him, bringing each other closer and closer. their lips clasp each other.

y/n turns her head slightly to the left, taking in jason’s lips deeper. her hand grips the hair on the back of his head. she slightly tugs causing jason to groan. the room becomes more heated and intense. pulling away from her jason moves his face onto her neck. he plants soft kisses and as he touches the spot y/n likes, he pulls her skin in and sucks. “jay..”, she moans. the hand on y/n’s hip rocks her back and forth. the room is now filled of moans and groans.

a soft sad whine is heard by door, a little black wiggling nose peeks right out from under the door. tiny claws scratching against the wood. both jason and y/n stop their actions before slowly turning to the door. a giggle comes out from y/n’s mouth from watching the poor alone pup on the other side of the door. “oh ging..”, she mumbled.

another whimper in response from ginger, begging to be let in with her parents. y/n giggled once more about to let herself up until jason goes back to nibbling on her neck. “jayyy”, she drags out.

continuing on his action of giving his partner pleasure, jason lifts up y/n in his hands before harshly slamming her on his lap. y/n shouts, feeling fullness before looking down at jason with widened eyes. “jason!”, she yelled. he pulls away from her neck to look up at her. an innocent look with a small grin before saying “what? im not getting cockblocked babe”.

rolling her (e/c) eyes at him slapping his chest. it wasn’t till jason rocks her back and forth once again that y/n stopped complaining. her eyes shut letting her husband do the work.

dried off, y/n runs a brush against her dampened hair. the smell of her shampoo and conditioner lingers in her roots and ends. in her view from behind is jason, still shirtless except for a pair of grey sweats cling to his hips. he always looked good in them. his large figure comes up from behind y/n before playfully flexing.

y/n laughed, “looking good babe…”.

from the mirror in front of them jason sends her a cheeky wink. “damn right I do”, he says back. looking down at the floor was ginger who happily sits on her butt with her tongue lolled out. “do I look good ginger?”, jason now asks the pup. the german shepherd barks in response cause the two to laugh.

y/n turns her head to where jason stood, his neck was littered of hickeys from their bath. she smiled before biting her lip to hide it. back to hair, y/n grabs a small bottle of oil now smothering it in her hands before running them against her hair.

amongst to her once she does her routine, jason watched her. it was satisfying to watch in his opinion. just now she takes care of her and now she does it, was nice. breaking the comfortable silence, was a phone ringing. y/n stopped herself, making eye contact with Jason from the mirror.

tension sprung. it wasn’t his personal phone but one he uses for work. jason drops his shoulders, he wasn’t leaving again. not when he just got back..it wasn’t fun to hear that familiar ring. he decided to just let it go on. and what felt like an eternity, it stopped. y/n knew it her stomach, it must be important enough for jason to be called. even though she just got him back. in defeat, y/n sighed. causing jason to shake his head in protest. “no..no I’m not gonna get that”, he argues.

“yes yes you do. jason it’s important” “not as important as you”

closing her eyes as jason argued, deep down he knows she is right. but she was more important than anybody else. this is his WIFE.

“jason…” “im not leaving. I don’t care. not after what happened today, fuck no im not leaving you alone”, he pushes on. his large hands turn y/n around to face him by the waist. y/n still under the influence for him to go. her face read of conflict. “y/n..look at me”, jason whispers to her. from looking at the floor to her husband. it was clear of his decision. his dark blue eyes looks into hers, y/n sighs once more. “im staying. okay?”, he asks her.

she was never the type to stop jason from helping others. neither was he. finally accepting his decision, y/n nods her head. quickly moving to go over and hug his large body. pressing his lips onto the top of her damp head. “come on, ill start dinner”, jason offers dragging her towel clung form.

guess jason will know what his family wanted him for tonight..

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

DICK curses under his breath annoyed and worried, his phone gripped tightly in his latex hand. the phone goes straight to voicemail making him whisper ‘shit’. he turns around to face bruce as batman who talked to JIM GORDON. “come on jay pick up..”, he prays to himself still attempting to call his younger brother who was absent as of right now.

only for him to sigh in disappointment. “YOU’RE CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL-“. dick pressed the end button before shoving his phone in a hidden pocket on his suit. his legs carry him over to bruce, looking more worried. bruce sees dick as he approaches him. “nightwing…anything?”, the batman asks in an deep voice. in a simple nod, jim sighs before looking up at the vandalized building.

“guessing he isn’t in Gotham right now. red hood leaving means more crime, no offense”, jim nods to Batman taking a smoke out of his cigarette.

batman stared at the commissioner blankly till turning to nightwing who looked at the building as well. “where could he be?”, dick asks under his breath. the building gave him the chills. mocking everybody but more so at both the two men. bruce turned his head away. where was his son? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t know anything. apparently a enemy does. “robin”, bruce calls out to the youngest one in the crime scene.

ROBIN, DAMIAN WAYNE, stands up tall and proud looking at the crime scene before him. he was disgusted on what was in his sight. the young boy walks over to batman with his katana by his side. “batman..”, damian says back to him.

“find red hood, he needs to know about this tonight..” bruce says. robin gives him a ‘tch’ scoffing at the idea of finding his incompetent brother who happened to leave two days ago. “wouldn’t be hard to find him anyways…commissioner gordon, nightwing” damian bids his goodbye before shooting an grappling hook to an building.

leaving three of the men looking up at the painted and bloodied building.

and on that specific building was a woman…all the once white sheets of paper had a large zoomed photo of either a cheek, an eye, a whole full. all the pictures glued together, like a puzzle it was. this woman had (h/c), (e/c), and had a smile so happy. but what made it more sickening was a familiar painted carved in smile of crimson red.

covering her (e/c) eyes was an ‘X’ mark on each eye.

all around the woman’s picture was big green and black colored ‘HA HA HA’s and just by looking at it was overwhelming for dick and bruce. he never stops. and just below the picture was bloodied words saying :

WHY KEEP MISS AMERICAN PIE A SECRET?

WHEN SHE DESERVES A LITTLE GREETING FROM ME? FLY HIGH BABY BIRD. WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN BIG RED.

a white card of a joker, placed purposefully at the end.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

it was another quiet night.

too quiet. almost haunting and cruel.

it was mocking her. taunting her. laughing at HER.

ONCE again, in their shared bed. lays both y/n and jason on their respective sides, sleeping peacefully alongside ginger on her dog bed. the tv plays in the background of a random show jason had picked on netflix. with jason’s firm grip in cuddling his wife, y/n slowly opened her eyes. her throat felt dry. just like yesterday night. she cranes her neck over to her husbands side, lifting up to see his alarm clock.

it was 3:00 A.M.

mentally cursing for jason not buying that damn mini fridge, y/n pries his thick arms away from her waist. from her movement, jason groans loudly before turning away on the other side. not caring, y/n yawns scratching her head now getting up from the plush bed. ginger, lifts up and watches her mother lazily walk over to the door. what y/n didn’t see was ginger stands up, alerted. a low growl in warning before whining loudly. but not loud enough for jason to wake up.

it was cold tonight. to the hall and down the stairs, y/n rub her eyes with her index finger. smashing away the eye boogers.

slowly stopping at the end of the wooden stairs, y/n is faced with the emptied living room. the shadow of the trees were still this time, causing y/n to shiver. she crosses her bare arms rubbing up and down on them for heat. her feet pick her up to the kitchen, doing the same routine she had done previously.

picking up a mason jar glass from the dish washing rack, placing it under the water distillery from the fridge and wait for the glass to be nearly full. bringing the cold glass to her lips, y/n drank and chugged the rest of the water. her throat now quenched. setting down the emptied glass, y/n places it in the sink quickly wiping away water droplets from the corners of her mouth.

looking around the kitchen, it was quiet. one that made y/n scared. remembering that jason is upstairs and is there to keep her safe along with ginger. and healthy reminder, that jason had set the security system in the house and told their ‘gate’ security man to keep an eye out tonight. ‘I’m just being paranoid. definitely not going to that grocery store anymore.’

about to head back upstairs, y/n glanced at the counter before looking away. only to stop.

her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, knowing that her and Jason had cleaned up before heading to bed. so why the fuck is a poker card laying on the counter? walking slowly to where the card laid, y/n stares at it. doesn’t pick it up or even touch it. from early events and remembering that what jason said…how you could tell it was also him, was by a poker card with a joker.

not wanting to know what was imprinted on that card, y/n backs away slowly. ready to break for it upstairs and wake up her husband.

and that’s what she does..

her legs speed past the opening of the kitchen and into the living room. hands were quick to grab the railing of the stairs only for a pair of hands to grab her by the stomach. y/n lets out a gasp, “JAS-“. cut off mid screaming, a hand lands on her mouth. muffling her screams of fear.

“i got her, get the van ready”, a gruffly man voice says. with her hand on the railing, gripped so tight she made sure to hold on to stop the man from taking her. his hands pull on her, struggling to take her away. he grunts angrily at the stubborn woman. “fucking stop”, he grits his teeth in her ear.

unable to pull him off and to scream out for the man upstairs, y/n turns her hand into a fist before slamming it on the wooden railing. her hand throbbed from the harsh banging. a loud bark from upstairs alerts the commotion happening. “fuck! enough you fucking bitch”, the man kicks y/n on her back.

pain spreads all over her back making her hunch over. but that didn’t stop her from grabbing on the railing.

y/n, smart she is, she lets go of the railing to unexpectedly kick the wood cause both her and the man to fall over. the kidnapper grunts in pain as he lays there with y/n. her elbow hits the man square in the face feeling a smush of skin and bone. a loud crunch was heard. the impact made the man scream of more enough pain. he lets go of y/n to cradle his nose. giving her the opportunity to run. “JASON!”, she screamed out for him.

from upstairs a loud noise of glass and punches being thrown was heard by y/n. coming down from the stairs now was ginger.

the dog growls of smelling intruders, the four legged pup runs over to the man who was still clutching his nose. ginger’s teeth sinks deep into his arm, growling with the shake of her head. “get the fuck off me!”, the intrude yells out trying to hit ginger. y/n immediately runs over to stop the man from hurting her baby by stomping straight on his crotch. her foot slams harder each time on his crotch effecting more of his mobility. loud footsteps from the kitchen and into the living room just behind her, rumbling and shaking the floorboards. those footsteps hands slam right into y/n’s side. tackling her like a football player.

her head slams harshly against the floor, a pained whimper escapes her mouth.

a sudden weight sits on her stomach rather comfortably. two hands rest themselves on her neck squeezing enough for her windpipe to close. y/n eyes widened, her hands rest against the person’s hands trying to pry them off of her. she chokes, gasping for air. her nails dug into the arms to create some kind of pain. her eyes shift up to who was choking her to see a man figure in a gross white tank top wearing a clown mask, the same one from earlier.

her breathing starts to quicken realizing who this was above her. it was that creepy guy who was watching her when the two of them went grocery shopping. ginger hears the sounds of choking, her attention turning to her mother being suffocated by a man in a mask. canine teeth lets go of the man that was withering on the floor, her throat grumbles into a growl.

y/n’s vision starts to blur, her strength leaves her bones. a loud bark from her left is heard till the sudden weight is gone along with the hands around her throat. the woman gasps for air loudly turning into coughing fits. just as her vision begins to fix itself y/n could hear screams from her right with gingers growling.

“y/n!”, jason’s voice yells out from upstairs. his booming bare footsteps stomp down the stairs. “y/n!”, he once again yells out. gun in his hand and blood on his chest illuminating his autopsy scar.

before going to his wife jason sees a man in a clown mask gripping his crotch in pain. craning his gun, jason pulls the trigger at him. a loud bang makes y/n jump with a scream. a dead man laid on the floor. jason breathes in, his attention now onto y/n who’s hand cradled her sore throat. “y/n”, he says with a sigh of relief. he runs over to his wife gently picking her figure up into his lap as he sat down. “baby…are you okay? are you okay?”, jason anxiously asks her looking all over her body for bruises or any wounds. with ginger, still angrily chewing on the masked man’s arm, jason looks up at where his pup was. a sharp whistle till ginger lets go turning to jason.

soft puppy eyes trot over to the two with a saddened whine in seeing her mother hurt. ginger lays next to the y/n’s side, a whimper escapes once more before sniffing y/n. a pink tongue gently licks against her cheek. “im fine ginger”, she says voice now hoarsely. jason looks down at y/n than back to the dude in a shitty clown mask. about to get up and hit the man into unconsciousness.

the end of a katana hits the man in the side of his head. knocking him out straight and cold. and in jason’s sight, is his little brother in his robin costume. damian.

damian, slides his katana back into his case gracefully. his face in a scowl when he looked down at the masked man. “damian?”, the young boy looks up at his older brother with an unamused look. “todd”, he greets him walking around the unconscious man. ginger and y/n both looked at the younger boy who looked more and more unimpressed as he looked around the living room. “what the fuck are you doing here?”, jason angrily asks.

stopping in his tracks, damian looked at jason than at y/n. a small ‘tch’ from him. “father requested for me to come find you. so I have. and come to find that you were attacked by joker’s men, I came to your rescue”.

“my rescue? im doing just fine damian”, jason points behind him at the dead man with his gun. “well ill have you know todd, all of us know of you’re bride. no use to keeping everything a secret”, damian unconcerned stands right in front of the couple. his smaller frame looks down at y/n who was still coughing as she laid on jason’s lap.

“y/n l/n. nice to finally meet you sister in-law ..”, damian coldly says to y/n. behind his mask he glares down at her form.

if you can’t keep a secret hidden, why even try?

they’ll always know.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! thank you all for loving last chapter! hehe! big smooches for y’all! here is part two! for part three I’ll be making it longer so if I haven’t really been posting that’s why! but I hope you enjoyed this chapter! if you want to be on the tag list let me know!

BINX

A Sight for Sore Eyes - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can I have Jason Todd run into his ex-wife? Maybe the heat is still between them????!!

Author's Note - I finally finished something! Also this is more like an estranged wife than ex. Hope that's okay!

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"Stay here," you whispered to the maid who was nervously biting her nails. "I'll take the tea in."

"You sure? I hate that man." She looked around the kitchen as if the walls had ears. They did, but you doubt they were listening to you now. Not with the big meeting going on.

"I'll be fine." You flashed her a smile to hide the butterflies in your stomach.

She added the last cup. "Thank you." She went to go sit in the corner with her head in her hands. Her face pale.

You understood her fear, trying not to feel it yourself. Touching the necklace around your neck, you pressed it against your collarbone. It took you a moment to gather your courage, but eventually you picked up the tray and headed out of the kitchen doors.

The Falcone residence oozed old wealth and a posh lifestyle. Almost like it wasn't funded by blood money.

You paused by the door and reached up to adjust the red rose pin on your shirt. Something Mario Falcone, the current head of the family after the blood bath that was the Holiday murders twenty years ago, added to all the Falcone servants' uniforms.

As if you needed a mark to prove you worked for Mario. You were literally in his penthouse serving tea.

You tapped the pin three times, hearing the slight beep of the recorder.

A lump formed in your throat as you prayed for any help from some higher power. You took a deep breath and quietly entered the office.

"And you want us to help you how?" Mario said from behind his desk. You walked across the plush Persian rug and set the tray on the desk. He gestured for you to stay. You backed into the far corner and folded your shaking hands behind your back.

The man in the other chair squawked. "I need men." You dared a peek. The Penguin looked older than you last saw him. He had a black eye. You wondered who punched him.

Mario leaned back in his seat, holding his fingers together. "What do you have to offer? I know Batman is breathing down your neck." He pursed his lips. "I'd rather not get that kind of attention."

The Penguin wiped sweat from his brow. You frowned slightly.

Mario motioned for you to pour the tea. You did, keeping your eyes on the floor.

"You see..." The Penguin took the cup of tea before you finished pouring. You stopped the tea just in time to barely miss his hand. He took a loud sip. You eyed him before pouring for Mario.

Mario raised an eyebrow. You added sugar to his tea and started to step back.

"If you don't give me men, I can't stop what they will do to you." The Penguin looked up with such genuine fear. Your heart stopped. From the widening of his eyes, you knew Mario's stopped as well.

"Who's they?" Mario glanced at you. He frowned. You quickly moved back to your place by the far wall.

The Penguin shook his head and dropped his cup. "I've already said too much." You stepped forward and knelt down to pick up the cup. Taking the towel you kept in your pocket out, you dabbed the tea stain.

The Falcones spilled. They were hot headed bunch after Carmine passed.

Although from what you knew of the Penguin, he never spilled. Your gut told you something was very wrong.

"Well, I can't help you." You heard Mario stand up. "Not if all you can give me is veiled threats."

"You don't understand." The Penguin stood up, almost hitting you with his cane. "This is your only chance, boy. Don't be a idiot."

You winced as you heard Mario take a sharp breath.

Glass shattered. You saw tea dripping down the far wall. "What did you call me?!"

Not again. You crawled back and stayed near the wall out of Mario's range.

Mario threw as many objects as his sister, Sophia. Neither had regard for who they might hit with those said objects. You had a cut on your arm to prove it.

"You stupid brat. As dumb as your father!" The Penguin's face flushed. "You just dug your own grave and probably mine."

Suddenly, screams echoed from inside the penthouse. The Penguin's face went white as a sheet. He flopped face first onto Mario's desk, spilling the rest of the tea tray.

You winced as everything shattered. Mario grabbed a gun from his desk drawer.

"(Y/N)." Mario tossed it to you. You caught it. It was heavy in your hands, bringing back old memories. You pushed them away as you swore you heard a gurgle on the other side of the door.

Mario took out another gun, loading it. He moved toward his fireplace. You watched as he pressed three different stones on it. A secret door next to it popped open. "Stay here and defend," Mario ordered.

"What?!" You watched him enter the secret room and shut the door. A lock whirled as it resealed. "Bastard," you mumbled.

You tapped the rose pin. "Help."

No response. You hoped it meant they were on their way. The office door rattled. You ducked into the shadows in the corner of the room.

Another scream echoed through the penthouse. The maid. You swallowed hard. You'd have to get to her.

Suddenly, the office door opened and an animal-like monster fell through. It had long claws, crawling on all fours. It sniffed at the Penguin.

You held your breath. It turned your way. It had an owl-like black mask that reveal part of it's jaw. You could see the bone. Zombie?

It let out a terrible shriek. You flinched. It saw the movement and sprang toward you.

You fired, getting it in the face. It flew back against the wall.

Not wasting a moment, you ran out of the room. Another scream came from the kitchen. You ran toward it, bursting through the door to find two more of the zombies surrounding the terrified maid.

Without hesitation, you shot both. They flew against the kitchen cabinets. You ran for the maid, grabbing her hand and going into the pantry.

She seemed to wake up from her shock to slam the door shut.

"Block it." You pointed your gun at the door. The maid ran, tossing bags of rice against the door. When she ran out, she grabbed everything off the shelves to add to the pile with no logical thought in her mind.

You let yourself feel the nausea in your stomach, the adrenaline shaking your very bones.

"What are those?" The maid whispered, freezing as more gunshots and screams echoed from somewhere else in the penthouse.

"I don't know." You swallowed hard, keeping your gun aimed at the door. "Do you have your phone?"

She nodded. "Should I call the cops?"

You shook your head. "I doubt they'd be much help." You held out your free hand. "Let me call a number I know."

The maid eyed you, but scratches on the door made her toss the phone into your hand. She got behind you, shivering.

You sighed and typed a number you knew by heart. It rang, much to your relief.

Your finger twitched on the trigger. The door began to rattle just as Oracle's voice came through the speaker.

***

Jason punched the last Talon. It spun before collapsing in a heap on the rooftop of the Gotham News building. "All clear here," Jason said, holding back a yawn.

He hadn't slept well. If anyone asked, he claimed it was the new bed, but he knew it was because you were no longer sleeping beside him.

Six months since you left. You hadn't bothered to contact him since walking out the door.

Jason stewed. "Red Hood, meet Batman and Robin at Falcone's penthouse. Talons are overrunning the place," Barbara said through his comm.

"Good riddance." Jason turned to look out over the city. The lights shined on the wet pavement. He took a deep breath of the damp air.

Barbara clicked her tongue. "Jason, (Y/N) is there."

Jason's blood ran cold. Your disappointed face flashed before his eyes. His feet were moving before his mind.

"Keep calm, Jason. I was just on the phone with her." Barbara's voice was faint. Jason grappled off the closest building, flying through the air before grappling to the next.

He didn't realize how fast he was moving until he saw Falcone's building in the distance. His legs burned, arms aching.

Jason couldn't let that disappointment be the last thing he remembered of you.

***

Nothing surprised Bruce much anymore. Years of being Batman had led him to expect the unexpected.

However, today was different.

He and Damian crashed through the skylight of Mario Falcone's penthouse to find a blood bath and several feral Talons.

What caused the Court of Owls to make a direct attack against the Falcone family? Why so many Talons? Why were they taking out everyone?

Questions he had to worry about later. Hopefully, you could shine some light on the subject. If he could find you.

Bruce threw a Talon against the far wall before dodging the blade of another. "Robin, find (Y/N)."

"TT." Damian's huff reached his ears just as the Talon next to Bruce shrieked. Bruce threw an ice grenade at the Talon. It exploded upon impact, freezing the Talon in place.

Damian ran out of the room, cutting down two Talons as he went with his katana.

More Talons crawled out of the vents. Bruce grimaced, catching a knife thrown by one of the Talons.

He let out a slow breath, calculating the best strategy before the far window shattered and a flash of red barreled in. The red took out three Talons from their momentum alone. Gunshots rang out quickly, almost making it impossible to identify them as separate shots.

Bruce's eyes widened. All the Talons fell. "Where's (Y/N)?" The flash of red turned toward Bruce. He finally could make out Red Hood, Jason.

Bruce nodded to the Talons. "That was...helpful."

Jason grunted. "Where is she?!"

"(Y/N)'s camera pinged in what looks to be the kitchen," Oracle said. "I'll lead you there."

Jason charged out of the room. Bruce followed, taking out a Talon hiding in the shadows of the hallway.

He hoped they weren't too late as they passed several fallen Falcone guards.

***

A fraction of the door broke off. A clawed hand reached through. The maid screamed. Everything in you wanted to shoot, but you held yourself back. You had two shots left, had to make them count if Bruce didn't make it in time.

Fuck Bruce for taking so long.

Please don't let Jason fall apart if you died. You doubted he was doing well since you left him, you couldn't imagine what he'd do if you died on a mission for Bruce.

"Grab something to fight with," you told the maid as she clung to the back of your shirt. "Anything."

She didn't listen, muttering prayers under her breath.

More chunks broke off the door. You let out a slow breath.

The first zombie started to crawl through, bending to squeeze through the small hole. You waited until it was halfway through before shooting it in the head.

The maid screamed. She pulled at your shirt. You had to fight to not fall back on her. The zombie went limp.

It blocked the hole, but soon it's body was pulled out and another zombie started to crawl through.

You shot that one in the head. It blocked the hole again, but the whole door started to shake. Scratches on the wood.

The other body was pulled out and just as claws enclosed on the edge of the hole, a shout came from the other room. Your heart skipped a beat. You lifted your hand to prepare to throw the gun.

You heard the slice of a katana followed closely by a remark of how disgusting this whole situation was. A smile pulled at your lips. "I think we're saved," you told the maid. She looked up at you before turning to throw up.

Gross, but you couldn't blame her. You wrinkled your nose and patted her back. "I'm sorry," she coughed. "You're so calm. Are you used to this?"

You bit your lip, wanting to say you married into it. However, all you could do is shake your head. "I'm not used to zombies. Not these kind anyway."

She looked confused, but you focused back on the door. "(Y/N)!" Jason's voice echoed from behind the door as it started to shake even more than before.

You froze. How did Jason get here? Bruce promised he'd keep him out of your mission. "Red?" You asked, raising your gun to throw just in case.

"Open the damn door. It's safe," Jason demanded. A rush of anger filled you.

The maid looked at you with wide eyes. "I thought you said you didn't call the cops."

"I didn't." You didn't look at her, keeping your eyes on the door. "How do I know it's you, Red?"

The irritated sigh that followed confirmed it for you. He did that to you a lot. One of the problems in your marriage actually.

"(Y/N), the area is secure." Damian's snotty voice made your anger cool. "You may exit now."

The maid grabbed your hand as you moved to shove things out of the way. She didn't help you, just squeezed your hand until you thought your bones broke.

You opened the door to find Red Hood flying forward to crush you against him. All the breath left your lungs.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but this time it was for other reasons. Reasons you weren't going to think about for now.

"I'm fine, Red," you whispered to him.

"You better be." Jason pulled away when the maid cleared her throat.

"Robin, guide her to safety," Bruce ordered, nodding to the maid. The maid squeaked at being addressed.

Damian opened his mouth to protest, but one look from Bruce silenced him. "Come along," Damian said, taking the maid's arm.

"(Y/N)?" The maid looked at you wide eyed.

"I'll be fine." You flashed her a smile. "Don't worry. Robin will keep you safe."

She bit her lip, but let Robin drag her out of the room.

You looked around the kitchen at the zombie bodies on the floor. The counters were cracked, cupboards pulled down, glass from the dishes covered every surface. Luckily, you were wearing thick shoes.

"Report," Bruce said. You pursed your lips and looked at him. He looked no worse for wear.

Jason tensed. "Wait a minute." He shook his head. You wished you could see his face, but the helmet hid it. "Is this where you were this whole time? You were undercover for him?!" He was glaring at you. You hated when he did that with his helmet on.

"You aren't the only one who can disappear for months," you snapped, narrowing your eyes.

He flinched. "That's low."

"Oh that's low. Isn't it low to not tell your wife that you're running away to space with your ex?" You crossed your arms.

"Enough." Bruce stepped between you and Jason. "Work this out later." He turned toward you, giving Jason his back. "Report."

Jason huffed. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling at the sound. "Mario had a meeting with the Penguin." You tapped your pin. "I recorded it."

"Where are they?" Bruce studied you. You felt touched your sort of father-in-law cared enough to check you for injuries.

"In Mario's office. Penguin fainted once the attack started. The zombies left him alone for the most part." You gestured for them to follow you toward Mario's office.

Jason bullied his way in front of Bruce and next to you. "Talons, not zombies."

You hummed. "So this is the Court of Owls?" You glanced back at Bruce.

"The court has decided to come out of retirement." Bruce frowned. You stepped over a few bodies of Mario's guards. You knew them, but you didn't let yourself feel anything yet.

Jason touched your hand. You allowed yourself to take his hand for a moment before pulling away at doorway to Mario's office.

Penguin was stirring from in front of Mario's desk. Batman went over to him and dragged him up onto the chair.

You went over to Mario's secret door. It was untouched. "Mario is still here," you said.

Jason followed you. "He in a secret room or something?"

"Safe room. Left me out here to defend him." You bit your lip when Jason's head snapped to you. "Stop it."

"Were you his bodyguard?" Jason's shoulder tensed. "Or more?"

You gagged. "No, god. Don't even suggest it." You slapped his arm.

The Penguin squawked awake, blubbering as Bruce interrogated him.

"What am I supposed to think, (Y/N)? You walked out, said you needed space, but then disappeared for six months," Jason growled.

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes at him. "Now you know what I was thinking when you ran off with Starfire, huh?"

Jason flinched. It didn't feel as satisfying as you wished it did.

You knocked on the hidden door. "Mr. Falcone, it's (Y/N). It's safe to come out."

"Starfire isn't really my ex. We just slept together once," Jason grumbled. You rolled your eyes. He was making the same excuses he did six months ago. Nothing changed.

"Doesn't help your case." You punched his arm to shut him up.

Mario opened the door. He smiled when he saw you, but froze at the sight of Red Hood.

A unmanly shriek came out of Mario. He tried to close the door, but Jason grabbed the corner and ripped it open.

Mario backed into his safe room, eyes wide with terror. Jason followed him in. "(Y/N), did you call this thug? I'll have you burned alive." Mario spat, grabbing a gun and aiming it toward Jason. Jason kept walking toward him unbothered.

"I didn't call him specifically." You leaned against the doorway. The adrenaline was wearing off. Your hands trembled as everything sunk in. "By the way, I quit."

Mario shot Jason in the chest, but it bounced off his armor. You covered your ears. The gun shots echoed loudly in the small room.

Jason knocked the gun out of his hand and picked him up by the front of his shirt. He held him up until his feet were dangling off the ground.

You couldn't help feeling warm from seeing Jason was still as strong as ever.

"You don't threatened her." Jason's voice was colder than ice. "Forget her name, forget her face. She was never in your disgusting presence, do you understand?" Jason brought Mario's face close to his helmet. "Do you?"

"Yes." Mario shook like a leaf. You swore you saw the front of his pants darken.

A hand touched your shoulder. Bruce moved you out of the room. "Watch the Penguin. I want to have a word with Mr. Falcone."

You snorted, stepping out to find the Penguin unconscious on the floor. "What a rough day for you." You nudged his side with your toe as Mario screamed from his safe room. "A rough day for all of us."

You sat down in the chair and crossed your arms. Taking a shaky breath, you tried to keep your emotions locked up, but tears still filled your eyes anyway.

***

"Red Hood, wait outside," Bruce ordered. Jason dropped Mario. Mario crumbled to the floor, blubbering.

"Fine." Jason stomped out. He saw the Penguin unconsciousness on the floor. Worrying his lip, he saw the top of your head as you sat in an armchair facing away from him.

A sniffle came from you. Jason's stomach dropped.

He moved to your side and knelt beside the chair. You recoiled, quickly wiping your face with your hands.

His heart fell slightly. "You okay?"

"I'm tired." You sighed, "This was...a lot."

Jason nodded. He reached out and laid his hand on your knee. You relaxed under his touch. A little hope blossomed in his heart.

Even though he was madder than heck to know you were working for Bruce for six months. That Bruce didn't tell him and you didn't try to contact him at all. That you were with Falcone this whole time.

He still wanted you home. Still wanted you to be his wife, partner in life and beyond.

Bruce stomped out of the safe room. "We need to go. The police are on their way." You jumped up at the sound of his voice. Jason slowly stood, grabbing your hand. You let him.

"I should wait here for the cops," you said softly. Your hand trembled in his.

"Not necessary." Bruce pursed his lips. "I'll give a copy of your video recording to Gordon. It will be enough."

Jason squeezed your hand. "I'm taking her home." He stared at Bruce, daring him to say something.

You looked at him slightly surprised. "Our home?"

"Is there anywhere else, sweetheart?" Jason's voice cracked. He cursed his helmet for hiding what he hoped was the love in his face.

"No." Bruce laid a hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason tensed.

"What do you mean no?" Jason snarled. You squeezed his hand gently.

Bruce stepped closer. "It's best if (Y/N) is kept somewhere safe since she is a witness. You remember what the court does to witnesses." Jason pulled you into his side suddenly, his arm around your waist. You gasped, but relaxed into him.

"Our place is safe." Jason bit his lip. He tried not to think about you being pinned to a wall by Talons, bleeding to death as you screamed his name. A lump formed in his throat.

"It is, but you know the cave is safer." Bruce's lips pursed. "(Y/N) needs to be cleared for any trackers as well."

"He's right." Your voice shook. Jason studied you, noting your trembling lips, widening of your eyes, a sickly pallor overtaking your cheeks.

Jason swallowed hard. "Fine, but I'll take her."

Bruce nodded. "I wouldn't expect anything less. Take the batmobile." He pressed the remote key to the batmobile into Jason's free hand. Jason looked at it before closing his fingers around it.

Jason started to lead you from the room, but you stopped. You pulled away from him. His arm felt empty without you. "Please make sure Mia is safe. She's the maid, she doesn't know anything,"

"She will be safe." Bruce rested his hand on your shoulder. You and Bruce shared a long look. Jason's stomach tightened at the sight. When had you and Bruce became so close? "Now go."

You nodded, quickly using your sleeve to wipe your face. Jason stepped toward you at the sight. You took a deep breath. "(Y/N)," Jason whispered, reaching out to you.

You flinched. "Not now." Brushing his arm away, you walk past him and out the door.

Jason watched you go with a sigh before quickly following you.

"Good luck," Bruce said so softly that Jason almost missed it. It was only the threat of leaving you alone that stopped him from going back in and unleashing his rage onto Bruce.

***

"Thank you, Alfred." You gave him a hug, even though you were only wearing a oversized robe. It did little to protect you from chill of the batcave, but you had to toss your clothes after going through several scans and a bug sweep.

"You're welcome, Miss (Y/N). It is good to have you home." Alfred patted your back before pulling away to look you in the eye. "Now head upstairs. I have clothes waiting in Master Jason's old room." You frowned slightly, but Alfred held up a hand. "And Master Jason knows not to enter unless you give him permission."

You smiled at the thought of Jason being locked out of his old room. "Thank you again." You turned and headed upstairs.

Bruce's study still looked the same. You paused at Bruce's desk as the grandfather clock door swung closed behind you.

The gold frame caught your eye. You traced it with one finger, smiling sadly. It was you and Jason on your wedding day. You were wearing a nice dress you got from Walmart, he in jeans and a button down.

That day had been magical. The beach was warm, sand soft under your feet. Jason had a boyish grin through the whole ceremony.

You shook your head. No point staying in the past now. You left Bruce's study and made your way upstairs.

The manor was quiet. You closed your eyes to enjoy the peace, the safety.

A lump formed in your throat as you remembered the blood, the bodies of people you gotten to know over six months.

Tears burned in your eyes. "Damn it." You covered your face and hurried to Jason's old room.

The room smelled of lemon and fresh laundry. You opened your eyes, taking in the familiar ACDC poster on the wall, the red comforter on the king sized bed. An old pair of pajamas was folded neatly on the bed.

You picked up the pjs and headed into the bathroom.

Turning the water as hot as it could go, you waited to let the steam fill the room before you let yourself grieve.

***

Jason carefully balanced the tray he prepared with one hand and knocked on door with the other. Steam rose from the mug of tea and bowl of soup he had made for you.

He hoped you would accept them. That you would let him in.

A long moment of silence followed his knock. "Come in," you said weakly. He heard the roughness of your voice. His heart ached at the thought you had been crying.

Jason turned the knob and slowly opened the door. You were sitting on the bed, towel draped over your head and his old pjs on. Warmth flooded his gut at the sight.

"I brought you something to eat and drink." He walked past you and set the tray on the side table. You pulled off the towel at his voice, staring at him with a calculated gaze. Your eyes were swollen and red.

"Thanks." Your gaze dropped to his body. Jason couldn't stop himself from blushing. "Did you lose weight?"

"Haven't been eating as much." Jason turned away. He went to stand by the window, looking out at the dark gardens below.

You hummed. He heard you sip from the mug of tea. The silence that fell was thick. Jason almost couldn't breathe.

"I see you are wearing your ring," you whispered.

"And you aren't wearing yours." Jason spun to face you. You cupped the mug in your hands, staring down into it.

"I was undercover, Jason. I couldn't have a wedding ring." You reached for your neck. Jason blinked when you pulled out a simple gold chain necklace with the ring attached. "But I had it on me."

Jason's voice caught in his throat. "Why did you go undercover and not tell me?"

You sighed. "It was only supposed to be for a few weeks. Mario Falcone was doing business in Italy. I came to Bruce and asked him if I could get away, he offered the job."

Jason sank onto the bed next to you, but left a decent distance between you and him. A distance that honestly hurt. "And it turned into six months?"

"I was working as a waitress at a cafe Mario was frequenting there. There was an attempt on his life. I saved him, he hired me on the spot." You sipped your tea. "I was still angry with you, so I took him up on it."

Jason leaned forward on his knees. "So you were being petty? Disappearing because I left you? At least I left you a fucking note."

"You left me a note saying you'll be gone for months in space with Kori." You narrowed your eyes. Jason scowled back at you. "On our anniversary."

"It wasn't our anniversary." Jason stood up and paced in front of you.

"Oh, right. It was the day before." Sarcasm slipped into your tone.

Something snapped inside Jason. "Nothing happened between me and Starfire! We slept together once a long time ago!"

"That's not even the point!" You set your mug back on the tray.

"Then what's the point, (Y/N)?!" Jason threw his arms in the air.

You grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. Jason caught it easily. "You idiot! Maybe the point was that you didn't tell me in person?! That you didn't even discuss it with me! I'm your wife and you ran off to space without even bothering to check with me!" Tears filled your eyes.

"Fine, it was a mistake not to talk to you about it!" Jason threw the pillow back onto the bed. "But you don't get to just disappear on me! What happens if you died while you were with that bastard Falcone?! You would do that to me?! Leave me to find out from Bruce that you died on his mission!"

"Like you couldn't have died in space and did the same to me! At least I was on earth!" You straightened your shoulders.

Jason towered over you. You glared back at him.

The red faded from his vision. He dropped his shoulders, taking a step away from you. "This isn't getting us anywhere."

You sighed and turned away from him. "We're just going in circles."

Jason studied your back. He closed his eyes and took a soothing slow breath.

Alfred told him once after he started dating you that relationships sometimes meant swallowing your pride. Letting go to move on.

He also said sometimes an apology can fix more than you think.

"I'm sorry." The words left Jason's lips freely. "I messed up. You were right. I should have talked to you about going to space. Even if it wasn't with Kori, I should have discussed it with you."

You peeked over your shoulder at him. "I'm sorry too. I should have gotten a message to you. Let you know where I was and that I was as safe as I could be."

"You shouldn't have left in the first place. How were we supposed to work it out if you weren't here?" Jason grumbled, smiling when you let out a little laugh.

"I guess we're both to blame." You bit your lip. A moment of silence passed between you.

Jason wanted to ask you to come home, be his wife again...but what if that wasn't what you wanted? Maybe you didn't want him anymore? He rocked on his ankles.

"What should we do now?" you asked softly, eyes on the floor.

Jason put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know."

You pursed your lips and sank down onto the edge of the bed. "I don't want to give up on us."

Jason dropped to his knees as if you stole the air out of him. "Sweetheart, I don't want that either." He shuffled until he was knelt in front of you. You took his hands. He frowned at how cold you were, trying to rub warmth into them. "I love you. Always have, always will."

You looked at him with a glimmer of a smile on your lips. "I love you too."

Jason leaned forward. You met him halfway. The kiss shattered any resentment or anger Jason had left inside him. He could only think that you were here, you loved him, you wanted him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Jason picked you up, chuckling when you gasped in surprise. He kissed you again as he laid down on the bed with you.

***

You woke to the late afternoon sun shining through the window. Stretching, you felt Jason's callused hand on your bare hip. He squeezed gently before sliding his hand up around your waist to pull you back into him.

He was warm, a human furnace. You rolled over, opening your eyes to take him in.

Jason had dark circles under his eyes, his face thinner than it was before you left. However, he was still the same. You reached up to trace his lips with your thumb.

He mumbled in his sleep. You leaned forward to steal a quick kiss. Jason's eyes opened the moment your lips touched his. He rolled over, pulling you halfway onto his chest.

You laughed, grinning down at him. "Morning, handsome."

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Jason smirked back at you. His fingertips tickled your back slightly. "God, I missed you."

"I missed you too." You rested your chin on his chest, watching him. Jason's hand moved to the back of your neck. You blinked when you felt them touch the clasp of your necklace. "What are you doing?"

Jason undid the clasp and pulled your necklace off. Your wedding ring sparkled in the sunlight. "I want to put your ring back on your finger where it belongs."

Your heart melted. "Okay." You watched him slid the ring off the chain and take your hand. He slipped it on your finger. "I remember you missed my finger a few times during the ceremony."

"Because I was too busy looking at you." Jason sighed, holding up your hand to study your ring. "Beautiful."

Your face burned slightly. "Bruce has the photo on his desk."

Jason hummed. "How did he get a picture?"

"Must have made a copy of the one we gave Alfred." You closed your eyes, turning your head so your ear was pressed against his skin. His heartbeat soothing some of the worry in your belly.

Jason laid a hand in your hair. "Can we promise that if either one of us has to leave for a long mission, that we'll take the other with?"

You opened one eye to look at him. His jaw firm. "You're serious?"

"I am." He looked at you without wavering.

"Okay." You smiled, opening your other eye. "But I doubt I'll go undercover again. It sucked."

Jason hummed. "And space sucked. All the food was terrible and all the alien girls wanted to fuck me, but I told them I was married to the most beautiful woman in the universe who would kicked their asses if they laid a hand on me."

You snorted, kissing his chest. "Charmer." You sobered when you thought about last night. "What are we going to do about the Court of Owls?"

"Well..." Jason groaned, pulling you fully on top of him. You rolled your eyes when you felt how excited he was. "Right now, I think we should celebrate being together."

"You mean celebrate again?" You raised an eyebrow, sitting up as you straddled his hips.

"And maybe again afterward? If you're willing?" Jason smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then once we're completely done celebrating, we can see what intel they found last night."

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning back at him. "Fine." You leaned down to kiss his lips. "I love you."

"And I love you." Jason suddenly flipping you so he was on top. You laughed before you lost yourselves in each other.

BYE BYE, MISS AMERICAN PIE || JASON TODD X WIFE!READER

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER SIX: BANANA CHIPS & RED MESSAGES

SUMMARY: spending the night out on patrol with his family was not on his list of tonight. on the look out for joker’s next move, jason comes to find no where is safe for his wife.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER,

MENTION: VIOLENCE, DEATH OF AN MINOR OC, EXPLOSIONS, PANIC ATTACKS, BLOOD, KIDS BEING KIDS, PREGNANCY CRAVINGS, BREAKING IN, ALMOST ATTEMPTED MURDER.

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PERFECT-TIMING FOR YOU AND I.

WHAT IF I TELL YOU HE CREATED A PERFECT DISTRACTION?

TOO BAD HE’S FAR AWAY FROM YOU.

“…absolutely not”, JASON hissed at DICK through the comms. 

RIGHT NOW, the two of them were beating the absolute shit out of the thugs that wanted to harm an mother and a daughter. well more like jason was. luckily they were there. and meanwhile they were arguing mid way into the fighting, jason could see in the corner of his eye the huddled mom and kid. it made his heart ache a little. imaging if that was y/n and- nevermind. all this ‘baby talk’ made him feel more timid. about everything. “come on red, you have to remake the wedding for me! I can be your best man”, dick dressed as NIGHTWING reasons with jason. the older brother hits the thug by the escrima sticks causing a grunt to come out of the thug. 

“no, arsenal would be the best man..”jason admits throwing a random pipe at the running man. 

almost comically falling face first on the cold wet alleyway floor, a loud ‘Aah!’ comes out from his mouth. jason grinned at the funny sight. until it fell hearing dick protest with an dramatic yell. “what?! and not me? that’s on another level of disrespect”, dick had objected. jason already knows he’s going to bother him all night and day. the previous conversation was of how dick would of wanted to be at the wedding, cheering on his baby brother for getting married. rolling his eyes under the helmet jason looked around for more thugs to knock out. relaxing to realize that all of them were unconscious. leaving dick to fight off the last one by himself. 

on the ground in between the two vigilantes and the mother, was a small brown teddy bear. instead of fluffy coat it developed to be wet and floppy. absorbing the water from the ground. gross. jason looked up to see the still frightened mother who stepped forward shaking. tears in her brown eyes as mascara falls from her cheeks, she looks at both nightwing and red hood watching as dick punches the last thug. “t-thank you. thank you so much”, the woman sniffled holding onto her daughters hand. she was grateful for the such kindness of the two masked men. dick placed his sticks on his back feeling them attached themselves.

”of course ma’am, are you injured?”, jason rolled his eyes at dick’s voice. it was sounding to proud and boyish almost like superman’s voice. 

even the golden boy couldn’t help but stand like he always does with that stupid stance of his. catching his eyes was the little girl that wore a pink jacket, the hood pulled over her small head as she looked up at jason with no fear but curiosity. jason looked down at the puddle where the teddy bear laid helplessly. bending down he picks it up by it’s shoulder. it felt wet in his hands as he held it. growing up, jason didn’t have any toys. too poor to have any and cause his mom or dad wouldn’t buy him any. not like he really had a problem with it. he remembers he would always make his own toys out of anything he could find whenever he wasn’t taking care of his mom. 

now with his current life with y/n, he could live his childhood through his kid. it sounded crazy saying that. his kid. a life he created. 

jason wished many times before he didn’t want to be alive again. but he quickly stopped when he met y/n. he has two purposes to keep living on. for them. 

squatting down to the height of the little girl’s jason held out the teddy bear. “here”, he spoke softly. hesitate, the little girl looked at jason’s hand holding her stuffed animal. she looks up at her mother who watched the interaction with a watery smile. her mother soothed a hand on her covered head, “it’s okay charlotte. go ahead”. and than, ‘Charlotte’ waddles over to jason wearing a pair of rain boots. cute. approaching the huge man her smaller hand grabs onto her precious bear, even though it was wet she hugged it close to her chest. she looked up at him with the biggest pair of eyes he’s seen. “thank you”, she mumbled out her thanks still clutching on the animal. if he wasn’t wearing his helmet, everyone would see the large smile he had on his face. he gives her a nod before standing up tall looming over the girl.

”anytime kid, you two need an escort or” “no no we live right up ahead. thank you so much”, the woman places a hand on her heart still in awe and calming down. an assured nod from red hood till he stopped to look down at the little girl who still looked up at him with beaming eyes. 

jason gave her one last look before walking out of the alleyway purposefully stepping on a thug’s back. a grunt made him kick him on the side in exchange. “of course, if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call the cops if the-“ dick says getting cutting by jason who harshly grabbed the back of his suit. “-what? wait red, let me, LET GO!”, he yells out dramatically while being dragged by jason. 

STARIN’ down at the gladden city from the edge of the building. beside jason was his favorite gargoyle, the one he always sits next to when he’s looking out at the city waiting for something to happen. it was the same one jason would be seated to when he was robin. he always said it gave him comfort after the times him and bruce would argue. and it still is his favorite. also because it was the biggest one. man, jason almost regret not taking y/n up here knowing she would love this view. 

behind his helmet pops up a signal and an incoming call from ‘MISS AMERICAN PIE’, jason was quick to assume something was wrong. “answer”, he demanded. the call was quick to transfer him to the recording line. “baby? what’s wrong?”, jason asked standing up tall on the ledge of the building ready to jump off and back to the MANOR. on the other line y/n was quiet with a few rustling sounds. 

“nothing, just wanted to call you baby”, y/n finally spoke sounding like her mouth was full. he could hear the slight crunching what could be chips or a type of snack. 

jason remember that it was rather late here in GOTHAM, almost three a.m. meaning y/n would of been awake. and awake she is. relaxing, his shoulders slouch. he leans against the actual building wanting to hear more of her voice. closing his baby blues under the helmet all he could think of was y/n. “how you feeling?”, jason question his wife who happily munched on a few snacks she may or may not stolen from the pantry. “eating”, y/n stated nonchalantly shoving a few more chips in her mouth. a deep chuckle at his wife’s simple words. normally whenever y/n called him when’s out for a couple of weeks nor months, they would have long talks. planning out things to do with each other once he came home, how his family was or how his day went. the last one was the least his favorite. but unlike now, she was just ‘chilling’ which eased jason’s mind. 

“and what are you eating there gorgeous”, jason tried to sound as charming with a cheeky smile.

hearing his wife giggle behind the phone, y/n pops a few more chips in her mouth. the sound of a dog tag clinking, ginger was there. “someone’s chips I stole, ginger’s here too”, she said. a little grumble comes from the sleepily puppy begging for a crumb of the chip. sneaking in a few chips, jason could hear ginger lick her chompers at the barbecue taste. “how’s patrol going?”, he could hear himself sigh at the question. it was, alright? boring? no lead on joker’s whereabouts. dick had sent himself out to find something while jason stayed on the building. “it’s going, fine…”.

”just fine or just boring?”, a smile she probably had on her face right now. “both? is that bad?”, his turn to ask her a question. 

y/n chuckled softly through the phone. she always loved phone calls with her husband. “nope,” she said with a slight pop at the end of the ‘p’. being on house arrest wasn’t something she would fight on. she does stay home all day and night and only goes out when she wants to. the silence between them as they stayed on the line. y/n could tell how much all of this is stressing out jason. though she wanted to know the updates with the ‘joker’ situation. maybe will try and help jason take down the son of a bitch. “you find anything on him?”, the highlighted word really let jason know who she was talking about. not really bothering to use his name, knowing it’ll make jason uncomfortable just by thinking about him. jason stayed quiet on the line for a couple of seconds biting his lip. “no”, he responded.

the line went silent once more. 

“we’ll find something jay”, y/n tried to sound positive. someone has to be the one to be optimistic here. 

and of course jason was the one that had to look at the negative outcomes. meaning he was being a ‘negative nancy’ is what y/n or dick would say to him. jason bites his lip a little harder drawing some blood, the familiar taste of metallic entered his mouth. “hopefully tonight we will. I’m not waiting any longer”, jason said sounded angrily and impatient. 

“and we won’t”.

”if it does than that means the longer you’re life is in danger”

she sighs knowing that jason was right. if no one acts now, potentially y/n will end up dead sooner than later. 

“no need for a reminder please”, y/n spoke jokingly to lighten the mood. an expected answer of silence from jason as he did not find this funny. quietening down y/n could feel jason clenching jaw grinding his teeth in thought. “jay”, she sang calling to him. “if you keep making that face you’ll just keep grinding your teeth”, his wife giggled hearing a smile start forming on her pretty lips. 

stopping his jaw mid way sentence jason fixes it. “I was not grinding my teeth”, he lied not giving into the teasing. 

“oh definitely not grinding your teeth. cause if you were, you already know I’ll just grab your jaw to stop you”, y/n states. a light gulp sound comes from the speakers from his helmet. the same grin on his face knowing that she gets hungry during later in the night. a habit she always had when she was a kid. “last time you almost punched me babe”, jason jokes about a memory the time she almost did in fact punch him when he was asleep while grinding his teeth waking y/n up. 

suddenly a loud BOOM! shakes the city almost making jason fall over down to the air. he holds onto the building to steady himself carefully, “what the fuck?”. up north ahead was a smaller building that had exploded with shattered glass spreading dangerously in the air. cars honking and tires swirling along of terrified screams rang down below. “what? what happened?”, he heard y/n ask him worriedly. definitely going to have to call her later. “sorry babe duty calls. I’ll be home soon, don’t wait up for me”, jason says apologetic with seriousness. pressing a leather finger on the side of his helmet jason ends the call unexpectedly not hearing y/n say goodbye. he grabs his grappling hook before shooting it at a nearby building. pressing the button and off jason leaves his comfort place. swooshing through the air another incoming call flashes through his screen. 

INCOMING CALL : DICKHEAD.

jason muttered “answer” in the mouth piece. the call switched over to hear dick’s voice breathing heavily in a panick like state. “jay!”, he yells out to him. a grunt along of curses on the line. he was fighting someone. “where are you? you might wanna see this. im by the nearby-“ “I know I saw. I’ll be there in two”, jason smoothly responses jumping through rooftop buildings. the call ends abruptly by dick who was rather busy fighting whatever goon it was. please let it be something, he says to himself. wanting to see what could lead the way in finding the joker before he finds his wife. 

for all he knows, for what everyone knows why his wife specifically.

an innocent bystander who just lives her life normally. no criminal record. hates the smell of strong candles from bath and body works. and has a sensory issue when it comes to feeling carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed. 

his wife was just a normal person. so why would the man who murdered him want her for? 

jason rasped speeding through the buildings already feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body. he looks down as he ran, seeing the familiar clown masks coming out of the building with guns in their hands. a few hostages being thrown around. stopping at the nearest building jason watches what the henchmen were doing. mostly consist of yelling at hostages and insulting each other waving around the heavy AK-47 like it wouldn’t set off. 

he looks up at the destroyed building looking for any sign of dick. only to see nothing but building remains. where the hell was he? 

“shut up! if you don’t say quiet about boss’ shit than we’re all ducking dead”, one of the goons says wearing a full on clown costume with blood stains at the bottom of his pants. a white glove finger pokes at another masked man who protested angrily smacking that finger. “not like he can fucking hear us dipshit”, he says waving around the gun in the air looking around mentioning joker. that perked up jason’s interest. another goon that knows where he is. perfect. he grabs his gun from his holster to shoot the goon with the gun in the air. the bullet shoots through that air causing the gun to fall on the floor with a clank. the goon screamed in agony clutching his leaking arm. “shit! it’s red hood!”, the clown-wearer panics grabbing the shot henchman dragging him back inside the destroyed building leaving the terrified hostages on the street.

already taking a leap into the air, jason grapples his hook to the lower floor. he ducks and rolls breaking his fall. the floor was completely empty. only a few desks and tables were ruined from the explosion. it was quiet. too quiet that is. no one was up here. carefully, jason creeps forward to the door with his gun aimed at incoming passers. where the hell is dick at? he has to be here. 

jason moves to various different empty rooms to find nothing but destroyed furniture and paper work fallen on the floors. something was right about this. he could feel it. light on his footsteps jason sees one last room he still hasn’t taken a look at yet. the crunch of his boots stepping on broken glass he could feel his heart pounding heavily. it couldn’t stop fucking beating like that. the rack of nerves, the twist in his stomach felt like he was going to throw up. swallowing down with a low gulp, jason swiftly turns to the room with his gun in front of him. his eyes scan the room for any henchmen or signs of dick around. they widen at the unexpected foreseeing sight of a dead woman…

she laid there motionless with her limbs placed neatly and planned. her hands were over her stomach along with her legs and feet laid together. a stiff position. reminding him of when Snow White was laid in her clear casket by the dwarves. but what really terrified him was the way her mouth was carved into a stretched smile. it was bloodied running down her cheeks and chin, onto her white blouse. her eyes were opened staring back at the dusted ceiling. already dried tears dropped from her eyes. candles were around her form as she laid there.

stepping forward, jason breathed raggedly. he inched closer to the cold woman. the candles were bright in the room. as he examined her up closely this time, he could see she was young…

she looked to be the same age as y/n…

he could never image that was her. the very thought made his stomach knot. as he looked down at the poor woman, he couldn’t help but feel guilt. she would of been alive if he was here on time. what if he- no. no he can’t think like that. especially when it comes to y/n. 

lifting up his metal covered head he looks over to the wall, turning his head once more only for it to turn back to the wall not expecting the red painted words in bold. jason turns his whole body to face the wall. under his helmet his eyebrows pinched together a little stretch in between. stepping back in the room as he read the words, the last word made his whole body jump. his back hits the other side harshly. a breath of air escapes him. 

‘LOOKS LIKE MISS AMERICAN PIE IS FINALLY HOME? YOU KNOW I LOVE SURPRISES BABY BIRD. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE WOULD HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE. YOU WOULDN’T MIND, WOULD YOU JAY? ‘

and right next to the blood painted words was a joker card.. the same one that was left on jason’s kitchen counter couple night ago when y/n was attacked. he could feel his breathing pick up. jason could hear his heart pounding faster than ever. his hand reaches up and clutches his chest. ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’. 

he couldn’t control his breathing anymore. 

too focused on his panic attack, a light patter of footsteps comes out from the floor building. dick, running through the rooms in search of any oncoming henchman. his head and eyes ready to search every room until it lands on finding jason. dick stops on his tracks, “red?”. 

now, in the room dick’s sky blue eyes examined the very room. he comes across the deceased woman laying about six feet away from jason. the only thing that caught dick’s attention was the large carved smile on her face. “shit…”, he mutters under his breath. dick presses a finger against his ear calling in the comm link. “bats, we got…something. im sending you my location”, dick says limply putting his arm down. he presses forward into the room to come face to face with the same handwriting dick saw before nights ago. reading the message carefully, dick clenched his fist. the threat was loud and clear enough for jason. 

dick turned his attention to jason who’s breathing was starting to slow. his lips pursed, jaw clenching. he couldn’t help but feel distraught for his brother. all this was too much for jason to handle. and what dick could do was be there for him and make sure joker doesn’t go as far as to be near to y/n. but what seems like the clown already knows too much. 

the polished floor of the manor’s kitchen kissed coldly against her back thighs, y/n sat on the floor munching on some snacks she had taken out of the pantries with the pup by her side. in her hand was her cellphone watching YouTube videos on jewelry making. she really wants to make some necklaces right now. y/n had orders to fulfill and yet here she is in her in-laws sitting on the floor eating like a gremlin. popping a piece of dried bananas in her mouth, a loud crunch as she bites down on the piece. the flavor of heavy sugary coated banana tingles as she tastes the fruit. 

‘this baby is really getting some good stuff right now’.

for the last couple hours jason had gone on patrol allowing y/n to have some ‘alone’ time by herself. which means to mope and stare at nothing lost in her own world. that was until she wanted a little snack. “help yourself miss y/n” is what ALFRED said to her before he left to go down to the BATCAVE. and help herself she did. 

Alfred, for sure, knows the kind of snacks the children want in the household along of healthy homemade snacks. saying it was required to eat something to boost the vigilantes’ health. “and now we are just going to-“, the video tutorial says showing a woman’s hand holding different beads and pendants. these type of videos help y/n whenever she ran out of inspiration for her shop. even her anxiety due to the fact her equipment was back home, untouched and waiting for her. she’s going to apologize to her customers and make sure to give them a free gift with the delay. y/n sighs stuffing more banana chips in her mouth. they were rather good, not the ones that hurt her teeth when the chip is too hard to chew on.

GINGER whined staring up at y/n with big puppy dog eyes, begging just for a nimble of the treat. bananas were her favorite. y/n turned her head down to see ginger, she giggled quietly shaking her head. “no ging, I’m sorry but these aren’t regular bananas”, she apologized placing a gentle hand on the back of her head. her fingernails scratched the pup’s fur making her heteroachroma eyes close at the touch. leaning her head up to increase the head scratches, ginger grumble in relaxation. “good ginger”, y/n coos at her ignoring the banana chips. a few chips fall out of the bag turning y/n’s attention again. “oh shit”, she hisses grabbing the fallen pieces placing them in the palm of her hand.

y/n stared at the fruit in her palms, a frown on her face at the wasted chips. 

no one’s around. realizing that she was completely alone expect the pleading pup, y/n shrugged her shoulders with a pout. “ahh what the heck”, she says throwing the bananas into her mouth. ‘mm dirty bananas’. 

a satisfied crunch and swallow with the corner of her eye she could see ginger side eyeing her, both y/n and ginger stare at each other. “don’t judge me…”, she mumbled to the pup. 

“miss y/n”, a voice is heard by the doorway. y/n jumped frightened at the suddenness. she places a hand on her heart looking up at the butler who stood with amusement on his face. “oh my- you scared me”, she states taking a breather from the jumpscare. the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile. “I dearly apologize miss. just come to check up on you is all”, he says walking into the kitchen and around ginger’s form. 

“let me guess, jason had you check up on me?”, y/n sits up on the floor placing the bag of banana chips farther away from her. knowingly that alfred had spotted them by her side. “not quite. seen as I believe you haven’t been feeling the best, I thought it would be better to check on you myself. how are you feeling?”.

her eyebrows furrowed, alfred came to check up on me? though y/n had only heard the greatest things about the grandfather figure and just now gotten to meet him, she couldn’t help it with the fact he was content on seeing if she was alright. bruce had yet to directly speak to her except for dick. for tim, he was lost in his own world. and that fact they are family ever since she married jason, she felt more awkward than ever. “oh..well I’m alright, thank you alfred”, y/n thanks the older man who gave her a curt nod.

if there is anything you would prefer I make or provide you assistance, don’t hesitate to notify me”, alfred spins on the heel of his polished shoe disappearing away from the kitchen. 

y/n felt refreshed to see someone other than jason to at least the slightest bit of care. with no any contact with her parents due to their relationship with their daughter, it tends to get lonely. the click of alfred’s shoes goes further and further away, y/n sighed looking down at ginger near on her lap. once again running a hand through her neatly coated fur soothing the pup. a loud DING echoes in the empty kitchen. her head turns down onto her lap to see the notification from her phone. 

           GOTHAM NEWS: SUDDEN EXPLOSION, TEN HOSTAGES HELD BY JOKERS MEN. RED HOOD AND NIGHTWING SPOTTED.

‘what?’ clumsily grabbing her phone as it almost slipped from her hands, y/n was quick to open her phone and onto the news outlet online. she scrolled through the article reading on the update on what’s happening to the city while her husband was out there doing who knows what. the explosion was sudden. it captured jason and dick’s attention pretty easily. and seeing it was joker’s doing it was quite clear on who he wanted to come and see the destruction. deep within her gut, she felt the anxiety creeping up. trying to soothe herself by taking deep breaths and using one hand to caress ginger’s fur, it didn’t much as so help her. that psycho still wanted jason’s eyes on him just like bruce’s as batman. and that’s what scares her the most. worried for jason. 

scrolling and scanning the article made by one of the daily reporters in Gotham, there was video attached at the very bottom. the thumbnail showed Red Hood jumping off from the destroyed window. slowly, y/n pressed on the play button. the noise coming from the video echoes from her phone.

a reporter appeared in the very beginning of the video, microphone in hand as her painted red lips moved introducing herself. the news headline caught her attention, ‘JOKER HELD TEN HOSTAGE, ONE DEAD’.

”reporting live, an sudden explosion just west of Gotham has caused disturbance to the residents as ten hostages were being held by the recently escaped criminal known as the joker. joker has been last seen months prior after his escape from ARKHAM ASLUYM. with his recent activity more and more citizens have ended up disappearing or have turned up dead at the scene. one woman from this building has tragically been murdered by what looks like the joker’s doing. more details have yet to come out from police nor our city’s heroes, Nightwing and Red Hood-“

the video has come to a quick pause. y/n could see the outcome of the explosion alongside frightened citizens that have been rescued and taken in by ambulances and police. while the camera caught her husband leaving the scene, it was quick to pan to dick who was speaking to police. even with his mask, she could see her brother-in-law was distressed. joker, had gotten away once more. and one person ended up dead. putting the pieces of her husband’s sudden leave normally it would be due to him not wanting to speak to the cops, something like this would happen..someone turned up dead and he would come home disappointed with himself and wouldn’t sleep for two days because of the guilt he felt.

the screen turns to black, y/n carefully uses her feet and hands to push herself off the floor purposely awakening ginger while she was at it. unconsciously y/n placed a hand on her stomach trying to balance herself out while gripping the counter. she grunts stretching her limbs out from the long snacking on the floor. it would be better for her to end upstairs in case jason comes in. knowing that her husband had a night that made him upset just like the other nights before. 

with her slippery slippers on y/n walks away from kitchen not before taking the banana chips in her hands, to snack on later. 

ginger trotted next to her sleepily. once the two reached jason’s childhood bedroom, y/n could smell jason’s cologne that still lingered deep in the room. she took a breath to take in the scent. always loving how he smelt, jason always took care of himself. and every time he would be gone y/n always loved smelling his sweaters. his smell brought her the comfort she needed. 

her lips quirked up into a grin as she stared at the screen. he looked peaceful in his sleep. it was one of those rare moments him and y/n could just be a ‘normal’ husband and wife. and it let y/n enjoy it before jason would leave. 

quick to go on her contacts to message jason, y/n typed an reassuring quick message before heading to bed in case he doesn’t show up till morning. 

MISS AMERICAN PIE

hey baby, just checking on you. I saw the news…I hope you’re safe. I’ll be upstairs once you’re home. I love you.

the wind breezes brushes against his leather caramel jacket, jason perched against the ledge of an apartment buildings roof. the red helmet long forgotten laying on the ground next to a puddle of water. his gloved hands were tugging deep at his roots almost pulling too rough. by now if he wanted to, he would look like a ruined barbie doll with only a few strands of hair left. tears pooled underneath his domino mask. he couldn’t stop them if he wanted. why couldn’t he just stop? 

jason tugged more harshly on his hair, till he could almost hear his wife’s voice telling him to stop tugging on his beautiful hair. and so, he let go of them. the hot pain on his scalp lessened more and more once the harsh hold was gone. 

his domino mask was already damped, some of the build up of the tears leaked out from underneath. his nose was stuffed to the brim. he should really carry some tissues some day. as much as he wanted to take off his mask, it was high risk of someone seeing him without it and will say ‘HA I KNOW YOU’RE IDENTITY’ and he would be absolutely fucked. back there, it was…something. seeing that woman, made him think of his own pain the joker had put him through. and she suffered the same fate he did before. the only difference was he was still alive against his will. the worst part, she was the same age range as his wife. for a moment he almost saw y/n taking the woman’s place. bloodied smile carved into her own beautiful face. he just didn’t want to imagine it. but he couldn’t stop. 

with his state of distress, he just knows y/n would question him and if he didn’t want to say what happened tonight, she’ll just silently cuddle with him. letting jason breathe and not force himself to talk about anything. that’s one of the best parts of his wife. she was patient and gentle with him when he felt the most vulnerable. ‘go, I’ll handle everything else red’, is what dick told him after trying to calm down jason which failed seeing reporters and cops coming in before jason left through the shattered windows to escape onto an apartment rooftop.

and here he was, crying all because he saw another impacted threat against him and his wife. and an possible future outcome of his own wife’s future. why did it have to be this way? jason would do anything to leave with y/n by his side. maybe live on the countryside of some European country or live in metropolis. but y/n knows how much Gotham means to him, in doing so she would refuse to leave home. 

unknowingly to jason as he dried up his tears and the pit in his stomach was a little boy behind him. the small child’s frame stood with baggy clothing of a red sweater along black sweatpants. a shaggy tuff of brunette hair sat on his head. with a small tilt of his head he curiously looked at the vigilante that still had yet to notice him. playing with the sleeves of his rather large sweater, the kid steps forward towards jason. 

the muscular man that sat on the ledge of the roof still sat faced at the other buildings in front of the apartment. distracted with his own, the kid around to see jason’s masked face. and out of nowhere he spoke curiously, “why are you crying?”. this scared the hell out of the infamous Red Hood. a little kid no older than five scared him. a quick turn of his head jason could see him. 

“what?”, jason asked the boy. using his sleeve of his jacket to wipe at the fallen tears and his nose, that he will wash later, jason turned his entire body towards him. 

“why are you crying?”, the boy asks again stepping forward to jason. he wasn’t scared. after all he seems to not know who he is yet. 

he never felt more unsure of what to say to a toddler that caught him crying and having a crisis in the middle of the night. jason furrowed his eyebrow clearing his throat from any mucus that had settled in. “just having a tough night kid”, he tried to deepen his voice. from the corner of his eye he could see his helmet laying there, looking at him for a cry of ‘well come and get me!’. jason never felt more exposed than ever. except the time he revealed who he was to y/n. and of course when first came to Gotham to try and get to Bruce. but this is different, kids could easily reveal identities with a point of their finger. 

“why?”, the response was purely innocent. definitely far from being purposely annoying. 

a watery chuckle leaves from jason’s mouth along a small smile. “just saw something scary i guess”, he says swinging this legs over to touch the concrete floor of the roof. once he stood up, the boy backs away from him not noticing before how tall the stranger was in front of him. hazel eyes scan jason’s form as he looked in awe of the height, “you’re tall…”. 

it reminded him when jason first met bruce in the alleyway stealing the bat mobile tires. he wasn’t scared of THE Batman at all. but will always remember how much of a pipe squeak he was at the time. “and you’re short…” a offended look creases on the kid’s face thinking it was an insult while it wasn’t. jason was simply stating the obvious as he did the same. “I am not!”, he crossed his arms together glaring up at jason.

“sure you aren’t kid”, jason teases reaching forward to ruffle up the boy’s already messy hair. letting out a whine in protest at the vigilantes playfulness, stomping on his boots he walks over to where he carelessly threw his helmet on the ground. picking it up, jason slides it on his head feeling the coldness it had sucked up earlier. a small gasp is heard just behind him where the kid stood. “you-you’re red hood!”, he blurts excitedly looking up at him with a wide smile. a few teeth were missing along the front tooth. 

it always wondered to him why kids weren’t as scared of him. sure, he helps the homeless. orphanages. street kids. always beating up the ‘bad’ people. but jason always felt kids would of feared him and looked at him like how others looked at joker. children saw red hood as a hero to them. and it always warmed his heart knowing he wasn’t a monster…he never was. under his helmet jason’s smile quirked up at the boy’s excitement. “I am…”.

there was a loud ringing that pierced jason’s ear drums, countless calls and text messages from everyone. 

jason froze in his spot as he read over the messages.

DICKIE

jay where are you

BRUCE

you need to get here now. 

DAMIAN

joke-

                          INCOMING CALL: DICKIE

before he could read damian’s text message which he found alarming as he barely gets any calls or responses from the pre-teen himself, dick’s caller i.d. pops up. “answer”, he demanded. 

“jason, where the hell have you been?”, dick says. he noticed that he sounded…defeated. anxious. and that made jason panic. 

“what? what happened?”, he questioned his older brother. 

on the other end of the line, dick was quiet. he could hear the deep breaths alongside of other people muttering in the back. jason felt the panic and anxiety crawling up inside of him just like moments ago. “dick! answer me, what the hell happened?”, jason yells through the call completing forgetting the kid that looked at him with wide eyes. dick didn’t know how else to tell him. whether it be stalling more and more or yell at him to get his ass back to the manor.

“I-…she’s gone, jason”. 

with that jason was already back on feet turning to run on his heavy weighted boots. each stomp was loud and rushed. without saying goodbye to the boy who pleaded him “wait! wait!”, jason was dead set on running to the direction to the Manor. it was far. but he was quicker than anything. more determined. he couldn’t shake the feeling as he ran. under his breath he muttered, “nonono”. jason repeated it over and over. his worst nightmare has just happened all because he wasn’t there. deep down he didn’t want it to be true. and yet, with one phone call it was. it had to be. even though he didn’t want it to be. 

UH OH! LOOKS LIKE JOKER GOT YOUR GIRL JASON!

LOOKS LIKE YOU ALL FELL FOR IT. 

LOOKS LIKE HE’LL KEEP HER FOR QUITE SOME TIME. TICK TOK BIRDIE.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves!

sorry for going MIA for a while. I’ve been feeling unmotivated for a bit and only been writing my drafts on another website and using that to place the writing on here so that’s why it’s been taking a while for another chapter. and since July is almost done im going to be moving in august. hopefully by than I have a new phone and laptop. I have started writing that one star in the sky remake only the prologue though. next chapter will be about the attack! but I hope you all enjoy this chapter! let me know if you want to be tagged please!

LOVE,

𝓑𝓲𝓷𝔁 <3

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You are my heaven (Bruce Wayne x f!reader) Part 1

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. It'll be into 2 parts, except if you ask for more. <3

Warnings: no proof reading, sexual activities, language, neglecting husband and father, kinda angst/comfort

Imagine Bruce Wayne with no child, no wife (you), no friends and no more Alfred. He was all alone, making his life even harder, more cruel, more violent.

He didn’t adopt any child - not even Dick - because Alfred died quickly after Bruce became an adult. Thus, Bruce needed to take care of himself, and he didn't feel like he could look after a child. He was too tired and too depressed. He didn't want to bring any child into such a dark life.

His hands were full with Wayne Enterprises and his Batman way of life, so he also didn't make time for the Justice League. He sometimes helped them when it was about Gotham but nothing else.

And he never succeeded in getting you. He knew you. Oh yes, he knew you. He always thought that Batman would be his sole obsession, destroying him and his body. But then he met you, and he grew half insane. He needed you in his life so badly; he didn't care about anyone else. You were such a ray of sunshine in his dark existence. But you didn't want him. He was too desperate for you. You were scared of the darkness surrounding him, and you hated that rich man who wasn't trying hard enough for Gotham's poor people. He would have loved to cover you in affection and gifts, but you always escaped him.

Imagine this same Bruce Wayne being switched from places with another Bruce Wayne from another universe. This other Bruce had children, was married to you, and was friends with the Justice League. Alfred was still around. But this Bruce was neglecting everyone a little bit. This man thought he was entitled to get everything. His relationships were just alright with everyone. You more than once thought about getting a divorce actually, but you loved your life too much to let it go, even if Bruce could be a disappointment.

Imagine the lonely and desperate Bruce Wayne waking up one morning with you in the same bed as him.

At first, he believed it was all a dream, so he happily pulled you against his chest and snuggled up against you. He kissed the top of your head. When his alarm sounded out, he simply turned it off and hugged you tighter. He felt good and warm for the first time since his parents died. He completely melted in pure joy when you gently kissed his chest and neck, stroking his scarred stomach. He leaned into all your touch. He had no idea when he was going to wake up, so he wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. He didn’t want to think of the cold and empty bed that was going to greet him soon enough. He just wanted to stay there forever, cherished by you. Your scent was bringing him such comfort. He was relaxed, feeling safe and at home. This was what heaven must look like, he thought.

"Not running to work already?" You softly asked, a little bit surprised you didn't have to beg your husband for morning cuddles

"I'm good here," Bruce mumbled into your hair, his eyes closed in bliss

"What have you done to my husband?" You laughed as you straddled the man, looking down at him.

Husband? Fuck, it sounded so sweet to his ears. Bruce opened his eyes, drinking into your form. He loved how the sun was softly shining against your skin. He moved his hands on your thighs and stroked your skin. You were a goddess to him

“You’re beautiful” He whispered

You hummed and leaned to hungrily kiss him. He almost moaned against your lips. He had dreamt so many times of the feel of your mouth against his. But it was different than usual, it was better than he expected. He felt so whole. You were his soulmate. He always believed it. And feeling you like that… He promised himself that once he would be back to reality, he would find a way to seduce you. He needed you. You teasingly bit his bottom lip, and he smiled. Bruce's hands greedily moved around your body before settling on your ass. He gently squeezed it.

“Naughty” Ypu giggled, and he smiled even more

“Not my fault. You’re a goddess of love and light” He whispered

You didn’t reply. You weren’t too used to your husband talking to you like that. Your Bruce was good to you, but he never called you such things. He never watched you with such devotion in the eyes.

You sightly moved away to remove your nightgown under his watch. This Bruce had no idea how gorgeous you were naked, on top of him. He realised it was his favourite sight from now on. Gosh, what he wouldn’t do to be allowed to be greeted like that every morning of his life? He had dreamt so many times to be allowed to see you like this, to touch you like a lover and to take care of you. He was happy he was shirtless when you leaned back against him so he could feel your skin against his. He gently switched positions with you so he could get down on you. He kissed your neck, breasts, stomach, and inner thighs before settling in between your legs. He would have taken the time to kiss your legs and feet if he hadn’t been so hungry for you. It was such a vivid and nice dream. And he wanted you so badly. The way your fingers moved into his hair and tightened their hold whenever he was making you moan in pleasure became his favourite sensation. After the second orgasm he gave you this morning, he started to wonder if he truly was dreaming. You felt so real. 

He didn't have time to think more about it as you brought him closer to you. You were softly panting, as he was happily kissing and stroking your skin. You were made to be worshipped, he thought. And he would love to be your most obedient and caring servant.

A soft knock at the door startled the two of you.

"Master Bruce, do I need to cancel all the meetings you had this morning?" Alfred's voice sounded out.

Bruce froze for a few fractions of seconds before regaining his composure. Was it truly Alfred? His dream was getting nicer and nicer. However, it was hard to think when you were affectionately kissing his skin and playing with his hair, looking at him with such tenderness in your beautiful eyes. He needed all his willpower to answer Alfred back.

"I'm on my way to Wayne Enterprises, Alfred," He finally replied, and you laughed because he really didn't look like he was. 

The sound of your laughter made his chest blow with a warm feeling he didn't know. He was so deeply in love with you. He was so happy. And yet, the word “happy” didn’t feel strong enough to describe how he felt in this instant. He leaned to kiss you with pure affection before getting up, even though he would have loved to stay in bed with you.

You decided to be a good wife who cared about your husband’s work and duty, so you didn't follow in the shower, knowing Alfred would indeed need to cancel all of the meetings. You wondered what you did last night for Bruce to treat you with such passion and love this morning. You wished things would be more often like that. 

You were still lying in bed when Bruce came out of the shower. Before looking for some clothes, he went back to you, like a magnet attracted to you. He kissed your naked back before kissing your lips.

"Time for some lunch with me, hon?" you asked, clearly pushing your luck, but Bruce seemed in a very good mood today.

You were ready for him to say no, though, like he always did.

"Of course, anything you want," He whispered, smiling.

He was excited you seemed to want to spend more time with him.

You didn’t add anything, truly wondering what you did last night. He kissed you again before dressing up. You enjoyed the view from the bed. Bruce loved the warm feeling of your eyes on him. He couldn’t get enough of your attention.

He reluctantly left the room after having stolen another kiss from you. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He properly greeted Alfred and thanked him for having checked on him.

Bruce was a little bit surprised to discover so many young adults and teenagers eating breakfast in his living room, but it was giving some life to his old manor. And in a dream, you couldn’t expect everything to make sense, right? So he simply greeted everyone and asked if they all slept well, like his father did when he was a child. They all seemed stunned by the question, but they still answered. What amazed them even more was that Bruce actually listened to their answers. He waved them all goodbye, wished them a good day, and went to work.

It was time for lunch, and Bruce hadn't woken up yet. His meetings were now done, and he could take some time to think. Everything felt so real so far. Usually, in dreams, when you read something, lines are blurry or the words mean nothing or the words change all the time... But it didn't happen. Apart from the people he didn’t know in his living room, everything seemed to make sense?

He typed away his name on his Internet browser and started to read about how he was dealing with Wayne Enterprises, how he was married to you, how he adopted or took under his roof many children. Bruce Wayne seemed quite… popular. He looked for Batman's work as well. It seemed he was often with the Justice League, and he had some vigilantes under his lead. He started to think about what happened last night - before he woke up with you in his arms.

He could now remember a very bright light engulfing him while he was fighting off some criminals.

"Where are we going for lunch?" You texted him, and the notification brought him back to the present

"That Italian restaurant near Wayne Enterprises?" He offered.

He always wished he could invite you there because he quite enjoyed this place. He hoped the place existed here, but with your answer it seemed it did.

"Oh yes, it's been a while!" You quickly replied. "I'll meet you there in a few. Love you <3" You added

"Love you too, wife" Bruce sent back.

Gosh, he never thought he would be allowed to send you such words and it was making his head spin.

But Bruce was a smart man, so he started to understand that he must have taken the place of the Bruce Wayne of this world. It couldn’t be a dream because it was too detailed and realistic. It couldn’t be an illusion, because something would have felt off to him. It wouldn't have been the first time he was trapped in an illusion, he would have been able to feel it. This place... everything felt true, real.

There were only two possibilities: someone brought him to a parallel universe or he died and went to heaven. 

He hurt one of his fingers to draw blood. He couldn’t be dead if he was still bleeding, could he? So if he was going with the parallel universe, it meant… It meant that the other Bruce Wayne had this perfect little life. Fuck, he felt a deep and raw jealousy stabbing his heart: why didn't this Bruce suffer like he did? Why did this version of himself get everything he ever wished for himself? Alfred, children, you? Even Batman seemed to be doing better here. Wayne Enterprises were thriving, the biggest and most powerful firm of Gotham. 

He needed to understand what happened... So he could forever stay here. There was no way he was going back to the Hell that used to be his life. He would kill himself at the instant he would get back. How could he survive being alone again? The other Bruce was a problem because if he was alive, he would want to get back here. But fuck him. Everyone seemed so surprised by how he was acting, so he was certain that the Bruce of this world didn’t deserve their love. And he would do anything to deserve it. It was his chance to finally be happy and he wasn’t going to fuck this up.

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PART 2

The Act of Stealing a Loved One |1| (Stanley Pines x Reader)

This is a beginning of a prompt I wrote. Please don't expect chapters quickly. Enjoy!

Story guide

Being the wife of a man who went missing was hard. Many told you it was time to move on, many told you he was dead, and hell maybe you should just move on. But if they knew what happened that night, what actually happened to the man you loved, they would know why you couldn't exactly give up hope. You told him to shut it down, to stop what he was doing, hell Stan even did, but none of that would matter.

When he got trapped in the portal, it was the day you shut yourself out from everyone, you moved back to the small town home you two had bought before moving to Gravity Falls, you couldn’t take living in the house he went missing in. Stan kept living in his brothers’ home, turning it into some ‘Mystery Shack’ tourist attraction after a few weeks, which you wanted no part of. And after that, it was just radio silence. You didn’t hear anything from Stanley, nothing about your husband, it was just silence.

10 years went by. You still had hope that he was going to walk in that door and embrace you, telling you about the crazy things he saw while he was away, promising to never leave your side. It was now August 1992. He was smart, he knew about this sort of thing, so he was going to be back in your small home in New Jersey any minute now. That was going to happen… Right?

Another 10 years went by. You were grasping at straws trying to keep the memories you had with him in your mind. It was February 2002. The ring on your finger was a reminder of the love you two had, your hope was beginning to slip away. You stared down at your phone. Some weird new portable phone you finally decided on getting after debating. You should call Stan…

You never ended up calling him.

10 years later you had a car packed, a for sale sign was up in your town home you once lived in. It was now June 2012. Your wedding ring was no longer on your finger, you put it back in its box years ago. He wasn’t coming back, it's been 29 years. You were headed back to Gravity Falls, Oregon. To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you didn't know what to think. How would Stan react?

Shit. Stan. You had to call him.

After starting your car, you scroll through your contacts before landing on your brother-in-law, Stan Pines. The contact photo was an old photo of him from your wedding, he was being chased around by some smaller kids who were there tormenting him, thinking it was hilarious, you obviously had the photographer take a photo of it. Looking back on it gave you hope that he was willing to forgive your absence. You dialed his number before you started driving, praying he hasn’t changed it after all these years.

It was on its final ring before someone finally answered “.. kids don't do anything stupid! Ugh…Hello?” he sounded the same as you remember, almost identical to your Stanford. “Hello? If this is some telemarketer im not interested” he said again, you realized you did say anything “Hi! Uh Hi sorry. Stan.. Is that really you?” you heard him spit his water out before coughing, then clearing his throat “Y/n.. it’s you. Um, geez sorry not good at this, why are you calling me? It's been 29 years..” He sounded off put by you calling him. “I’m heading back to Gravity Falls Stan, I was hoping I could see you? Unless you don't want to then-” “Quit rambling.. You're sure you want to see me after all these years? I did uh, take over your old home” Stan muttered into the phone “That wasn’t my home Stan, and yes I'm sure. I'm driving so it'll be a couple days until I arrive. I have a place already so don't worry” You sigh slightly

“Grunkle Stan who are you talking to! Is it a girl?” you can hear a younger girl on the other side of the line, you must be on speaker. “Who’s that?” you ponder “It's no one” Stan quickly replies, hearing the girl gasp “Y/n Pines?! Grunkle Stan! You’re married?! DIPPER YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS” She had to have seen the caller ID. Guess he just added you as a contact “Mabel you get back here! Shit, Y/n I gotta go, I’ll get it sorted out. I can’t wait to see you” Stan grumbles before hanging up. You slightly smile at the interaction.

You marrying Stanley? Hard pass.

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