Face Off. Adam Banks X Reader

face off. adam banks x reader

summary 🪒: in which adam’s new girlfriend is the star player on her hockey team, making the ducks wonder whether or not they’ll win their next game against her

warning/s 🧼: swearing, mentions of sexual themes (not bad though), a very angry connie, and my lack of hockey knowledge... lol

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“look who the cat dragged in,” charlie smirked grimly up at adam who slowly made his way to the ducks lunch table, carrying his lunch tray loosely with a slap on silly smile on his lips, looking just about out of his mind.

“where you’ve been banksy, we missed you first period,” julie smiled up at him, slightly astonished by the look on his face, something she had never seen on him before. he had never looked so happy, yet so out of it.

“what’s with you,” fulton narrowed his brows, looking adam up and down, wondering if that’d give him any clarification as to what was running through his dazed looking mind.

“pretty boy banksy here is in love with pretty girl preppy that goes to the school we’re playing against on friday night,” connie’s head bounced back and forth as she studied her food, completely oblivious to the full attention they had on her till she looked up, “what?”

she looked confused, narrowing her brows as if they were looking at her stupidly. adam rolled his eyes, suppressing the looks that were beginning to come his way. he almost cursed connie but kept his mouth shut, finding it a waste.

“since when do you have a girlfriend, cake eater?” luis looked disgusted, something not adding up to him as he stared at the kid next to him, “they really giving those things out to everyone now, huh?”

“shut it mendoza, it’s really not hard to believe,” julie gave him a pointed look from the other end of the table making him frown deeper, “banksy’s got more charm than you’ve ever had.”

“oh bite me, julie,” he rolled his eyes before turning back to his food, brushing off the sudden attack.

“hey so, is this why you didn’t get back till like... three last night?” charlie smiled harder, knowing that was the exact reason he wasn’t home till past three in the morning with more pep in his step than before he left.

adam stopped his chewing, eyes once again on him as he slowly looks up, his jaw slightly clenched, this time glaring, but in slight amusement.

“yeah, that’s why i was gone till three last night,” adam nodded his head, his tone dull and rid of any expression, “now shut up and let it go.”

“connie, you say we playing this team friday?” goldberg turned to connie who’s face looked annoyed, her tongue poking in the side of her cheek as she looked to him, her eyebrows raised almost in annoyance.

“yeah, and she’s a star player. like the female version of you,” she nodded toward adam who returned the motion, already knowing this but wondering how she would know, “and we’re gonna get our asses kicked because banksy’s won’t know how to act on ice when he sees her pretty little face.”

“jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?” luis glanced at connie with his eyebrows raised wondering why she seemed to be more angry than happy for adam. luis wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of the kid. it had always seemed that he really never had anyone... until now.

“shut up, alright?” connie shook her head, scooting back in the red chair she sat in, making notion to depart from their group, “i’m just saying.. we lose this game, it’s because of you.”

she half heartily glares at adam who only narrows his brows in confusion, not completely understanding the reasoning of her anger and annoyance. he would’ve at least thought that she would’ve thought better of him, he wasn’t that low of a teammate to lose the game purposely just for a girlfriends desire.

in fact, adam couldn’t wait for the teasing and bragging rights he’d have after winning the game on friday to hold over you. he loved how red your face got and how it seemed that steam would be escaping through your ears whenever he found something to taunt you over.

the table was silent due to everyone watching her walk away hurriedly and angry, an awkward aroma overcoming each one of them, none not knowing what to say nor where to look... but at adam.

“look, i’m not gonna pull any bullshit, alright?” adam sighed, giving them all a pointed yet reassuring look, “i actually have a bet with y/n on this. no games but the one we’re playing, got it?”

his words seemed to have been enough for everyone at the table to agree and relax from connie’s assumptions. it was strange to adam with how fast they all came to content but he couldn’t complain.

°•

“hey, banks, ready to get your ass handed to you?”

“in your dream, sweetheart.”

the ducks shared confused looks, watching adam carefully skate out on the ice only to be practically ambushed with trash talk right away, but it seemed he knew it was coming, no inch in his body seemed surprised nor taken back like the rest of his team.

adam was never one for down putting, trashy words before and between games when there wasn’t a winner yet. but it surprised them all as he held the misconduct so easily and so happily with a grin on his face as he stared at you.

it was until you pulled off your mask did it make sense. the full head of hair flopping over your shoulders and large smile made them all make sounds of final understanding (“ohhh”). you were the infamous girl they had all been talking about earlier that week.

“i only dream about you, sweetheart,” you mocked his pet name, slightly squinting at him before skating closer to him, quickly pressing a kiss on his lips as you tried your best to slide on your tippy toes without falling to ice.

his hand wrapped around your jersey just as fast but kept it there even when you pulled away, your cheeks even more red than before, partly due to the cold but also because of the multiple eyes set on the two of you out of shock.

“good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

“hey, sweetheart, where’s the rest of ours-” luis called out to you as you skated away, a smirk in his voice before julie punched him in the gut, giving him a warning look as if saying, shut up.

it was fun to say the least for adam to have a girlfriend, especially one who played hockey, quite well too. it made him antsy and excited all at the same time as he skated to the bench, thinking about how much fun he was about to have kicking your ass at your own game.

°•

“we’re tied!” goldberg cried out, his hands throwing up in the air as he stared at the score board in despair, his eyebrows knotted and eyes crinkled in the corners.

“calm down, we still have a couple minutes left,” charlie waved him off with reassurance, his eyes also trained on the score board with a slight wince that he was trying so hard to hide.

they were all out of breath, their bodies so close to giving out for they had been playing their asses off just to one up the opposing team, your team, but you had always came back with a smooth toss in with the goal.. despite adam practically body slamming you each and every time.

connie suddenly threw her gloves off, marching her way carefully through the box to meet adam who sat all the way at the end, his breathing just as rough as hers. she couldn’t have been more angered with how much hard work she was putting in, but it was yet to seem to be paying off.

“listen here, asshole,” she pointed an accusing finger close to adam’s face causing him to lean a little, “you let her win just because you fuck her, i will knock you out.”

his hands slightly raised in surrender, not wanting to discuss with connie anymore in slight fear that she’d actually knock him out with how low and rough her voice sounded. he wouldn’t put it against her, it seemed she always kept her word.

“connie, it’s not his fault she’s a good player.”

“banksy’s been knocking her to her ass every time they’re near each other. if we don’t win, it’s not going to be because adam’s been going easy on her.”

“suck my dick, charlie,” she spat, rotating her body so she wasn’t just facing adam, “we’re losing because of him.”

“tied.”

“yeah, that’s still losing-“

the loud blaring noise caused them to cut their focus from her, looking to the ice where your team begun to fill out onto the ice for the last couple minutes of overtime to finally decide who would have bragging rights and who would leave the building with shame held in their shoulders.

connie rolled her eyes one last time before sliding past everyone and onto the ice with her shoulders held high in tension. the ducks stared at her for a good minute before adam nodded, following after her with his mask on for the final moments.

there was nothing adam could do or say to reassure connie he wasn’t slacking. he couldn’t understand her anger nor was he sure he ever would. it didn’t matter to him anyways, all he was concerned about was winning and you, even if those contradicted each other.

he slid across, deeper into the field of ice looking for you. your eyes met his just as fast and he winked causing your cheeks to redden despite returning the gesture, nodding to him before gliding to your position of the opposite side of the ice.

he wasn’t sure how he wanted the game to unfold in all honestly. he really wanted to win, he always did, but this time he had more than reasoning as to why but now, he wouldn’t necessarily care for the loss, knowing you’d be the one holding it over him instead of some shitty player.

he pressed his lips into a thin line, deciding it was no longer his decision who won, but rather fate.

°•

the loud buzzer sounded making you frown, rotating your body to face the scoreboard where the time had run out the score was final.

“what the fuck?”

you narrowed your brows to the score, now fully realizing who had won since the cheers of a certain team wasn’t enough of a clarification for you.

you skated past your previous position and side of the rink, trying to find your boyfriend, dodging every body clothed in high hockey gear before reaching him, sweat dripping down his face as he removed his hickey mask, looking absolutely exhausted like he always did at the end of each game he played.

you frowned harder, removing your own mask before hitting him in the stomach roughly, taking him by surprised as he exhaled abruptly, “you let us fucking win.”

he narrowed his brows at your disappoint yet unreasonable attitude, “what?”

“you let us win, asshole, there was no way we were going to win that game.”

“y/n/n, we were tied,” he lightly laughed, his eyebrows still pinned together, not understanding the exact point of your small targeted anger, “you guys won fair and square, all because of you, babe.”

he leaned closer, his hand finding its way around your waist as he pressed a kiss against your cheek, an impressionable look on his face that made you frown harder, not exactly understanding for some reason.

“adam, you stopped body slamming me halfway through overtime, there’s no way we won fair and square,” your arm extended out, trying to reason that he was wrong and the win was rightfully his instead of yours.

he didn’t seem phased as he continued to stare down at you with a rather look of admiration, watching you fall into a rant.

“you won.”

“no, i didn’t.”

“just accept it, you’re a better player than me.”

you scowled up at him before allowing his grip to pull you closer to him, a hug being immediately installed as you wrapped your arms around him despite your doubt. it felt nice and you finally decided to become content with the outcome despite your thinking, for adam’s sake.

“you owe me a game.”

“what?”

“we’re facing off,” you mumbled, pulling away, “then we can finally see who the real winner is.”

you patted him before skating off to your team in its full glory of shouts and cheers deciding to join in just for a little bit of celebration, because truly, you were the real winner.

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daddy’s girl, part one. jason todd x reader

summary 🔪: in which jason seems to be the only one who sees something off about bruce’s new adoptive daughter 

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing 

slater’s note 🛁: this is going to go roughly but.. i’ll post part two later 

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it had been a long time since the last time jason had made a wayne house visit. the interior almost came unfamiliar to him once he entered through the back door, everything dead silent, not even the usual record that alfred would put on when home alone was playing. dead.

jason scratched the back of his head, looking around the spotless kitchen for something that’d clue him onto the daily activities of bruce wayne and his newly whipped up female robin; shamelessly his reason of visiting, wanting to see how much bruce had fucked you up since the last time he had seen you.

it had been one of the first nights bruce had picked you up too. your hair was soaking wet from rain since you had been supposedly taking a walk through the many acres of wayne manor before dick had unintentionally tracked you down, nearly running you over with his car.

dick practically had you by the collar once the two of you entered the house making jason think the both of you had probably met before because jason had never seen dick treat a kid like that unless he was comfortable enough to do so.

“bruce, another trespassing kid!”

jason had gotten up from his position in the parlor, joining dick in the kitchen where he still had a hold on you. you had looked out of your mind uncomfortable, jaw clenched with tense shoulders and clammy looking body with the way cold rain still dripped down your collarbone. 

he smiled to himself, going to fridge before pulling out a beer, “good to see you’ve found yourself a new hobby, grayson.”

“we all gotta find someways to fill our time,” he mumbled sarcastically, obviously impatient, something jason had rarely ever seen from dick, making him guess he was going through something at that time. jason had never asked, even after all this time.

“why don’t you let the kid go,” jason popped the top off, sipping the soft foamed beer while going to sit down at one of the island chairs, leaning forward on his forearms. he had always known dick to go easy on kids when it came to doing stupid things, such as trespassing. especially when some of them reminded him of jason, knowing they all had stories, all had reasons. but for some reason, not this time.

“fourth time this month i’ve caught a kid on the property, i’m getting tired of letting them go.”

you had stayed silent the whole time, rubbing your lips together while rain dripped down from hair and clothes, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor. jason always wondered why you had never said anything, never clued either of them that you weren’t just another trespassing kid. 

“dick, what the fuck are you doing, man,” tim was taken aback for a minute, obviously oblivious to the scene taking place in the kitchen, but now full on scoping it out, his face screwed up like he had ate a lemon slice, eyes trained on dick’s hand gripping your arm tightly making sure you wouldn't get away, which jason highly doubted you’d make any move to do so, even if he wasn’t holding onto you.

“another trespasser, man,” dick looked at tim confused, almost as if it was strange that tim wasn’t on the same level of frustration dick was. 

“dick, that’s fucking y/n.”

dick turned his head, not catching on to what was going on. jason as well narrowed his brows, sipping his beer.

a realization soon came across tim’s face, his features then going light and turning to you, “i’ll get bruce,” he mumbled, turning halfway before telling dick to let you go. 

on the command the two of you unintentionally looked at each other at the same time, as if asking one another what to do. dick slowly let you go, still skeptical of you despite tim’s obvious reassurance of knowing you. 

“relax grayson, i think you scared her enough for her not to leave your side for awhile now,” jason edged out of his chair, slightly smiling as he glanced at the two of you while he exited the room. 

jason remembered originally finding the whole situation really amusing before tim returned with bruce right behind him dressed in a real nice suit, cluing jason to the fact his old man would not be occupying his home that night. yeah, real amusing before it all went to shit when bruce dropped the words. 

“i adopted her, it's different this time.”

jason peaked his head right back around the corner, almost surprised until he realized who bruce was. of course he did it again, of fucking course. 

“different? what do you mean different?” dick voice was on the borderline of being aggressive, like he didn't know what to feel about the situation and he was holding back everything that was telling him bruce had the nature of a repetitive past, and he was going to fuck you up just like the rest of them.

“it means she won't be a robin but she's going to be the equivalent of what robin is,” tim answered for bruce, his statement unsure and hesitant, wondering if he explained it correctly and wondering if dick would be just as accepting as he was, over time. 

“like a spy.”

“you mean you're dragging her into this bullshit too?” jason leaned against the doorway of the kitchen entrance making bruce turn, an almost tired look on his face, now knowing he was in for it with jason and his temper. 

“i’m not dragging her into anything, jason.”

“really?”

it was now that jason really looked at you.

you had your jaw clenched and were still close to dick despite him no longer showing any passive aggressiveness towards your way. and you weren't looking at anyone, your eyes trained in on the floor almost like you were embarrassed or only just trying to vent out everyone’s voices, like you were in your own little world. 

“i really wonder if that’s true, bruce,” jason was then all fired up, the reality of the situation becoming clear to him now. 

dick was silent, his lips now zipped up like a jacket, almost joining your state of mind when realizing jason could handle the situation. he always had enough anger to cover every single one of you in the room. it wasn't like dick had anything to say to bruce himself, there was nothing he could do then, and his mind was beginning to clock out. 

“jason-”

“nah, bruce,” jason motioned his beer in the air, “you do whatever the fuck you want. just know a few years from now, when she’s wanting to kill herself, know, that’s on you.”

so yeah, the last time jason made a home visit, it hadn’t exactly ended in the best of ways, but then again, none of them ever did. 

“hey, todd.” 

tim had appeared out of nowhere, his voice rather calm, not surprised to see jason in the kitchen, staring at he fridge in deep thought. he scooted past him, opening the large silver door only to pull out three bottles of water. 

“what’re you doing here?”

jason pressed his lips together into a thin line, wondering the same question himself, “monthly house visit?” “sure.”

“where’s everyone?”

“training.” 

jason nodded slowly and awkwardly. 

“wanna come with?” tim quirked a brow, not knowing what jason wanted or rather what he was doing there after months of being absent for god knows what and rather out of no where. 

tim knew he should’ve been used to it, but there was always the strange time periods after jason returned from his long times of absences before everything got back to normal. 

“sure.”

jason could hear you before he could see you. the soft grunts and blows sent to one another could be easily heard as it bounced off the cave walls. he had expected to see bruce and dick going at it for old time sake, seeming the blows he could hear were hard, but seeing you took him aback for a moment. 

“come on, grayson, i know you can go harder,” you smirked up at him before dodging a large hit he sent your way aiming for you cheek. you could tell he was getting tired by the way he could barely keep his own smirk up, the exhaustion beginning to weigh in on him. 

“keep talking shit and i might actually have to hit you this time.”

bruce stood aside from the mat, his arms crossed, watching the two of you continue to eat at each other with no expression. jason and tim joined his side, watching dick try harder and harder to get at you before finally landing a punch high on your cheek bone, you returning the move with a blow to his gut. 

“they still going at it?” tim didn't take his eyes off the scene, practically memorized by it. 

“yep,” bruce said lowly, “haven’t stopped since you've been gone.”

“jesus.”

“well, he is the only one who can keep up with her.” 

jason couldn't process that statement. dick was a big guy. a big guy with a lot of energy and could take down any opponent he wanted without breaking a sweat. so how a small girl like you with only months worth of training who was practically kicking his ass was something that jason couldn’t really understand. 

“she on something..?” “i’d doubt so,” tim mumbled, “with her past...”

jason glanced at tim, crossing his arms. with her past. 

the match finally ended when you swept your leg right from underneath dick, taking him for surprise as he had laid on his back for awhile, finally finished with sparring for what looked like awhile. 

“what happened out there, grayson,” jason offered dick his arm, who took his gratefully, also not surprised by seeing jason out of nowhere. 

“she’s kicking my ass, todd,” dick shook his head, admitting almost shamelessly as he took the water tim handed off to him. it was then jason questioned whether or not dick was only going easy on her for the hell of it by the tone of his voice, like he wasn't too concerned about a nimble fairy looking orphan girl was handing his ass to him so easily. 

jason crossed his arms, now staring at you with speculation. you had gone silent, thanking tim lightly for the water that you begun to drink cautiously, not completely oblivious to his presence. 

“no way.” 

“try her out yourself. guarantee you’ll get knocked to the ground faster than i was,” dick grinned, knowing jason wouldn’t pass up a fight to prove his skepticism right, but he also knew jason probably didn't want anything to do with you. 

he didn’t look away from you, his eyes scoping you up and down, deciding whether or not if it was a good idea to accept dick’s challenge. your eyes met his, just as blank as they could get, but waiting for his decision. 

he finally pursed his lips, looking away for second before mumbling, “alright.” 

jason begun to pull off his sweatshirt causing you to gulp by the way his white tee shirt hiding from underneath dragged up his chest, revealing a fair amount of tanned skin and muscle. you diverted your eyes before he'd notice. 

the one time you had ever encountered jason was short and far from sweet. it was hardly formal and it had left you even more shaken up than from before when dick had practically dragged you through the wayne manor yard looking as if he was about to throw you across the grass. all you could do was shake from the wet cold rain silently as dick had given you a hard glare, sending you to shame for no reason other than the fact that he was just plain scary. 

jason proved to be just as frightening when he made his dramatic speech, taking you a moment to process and get your head on straight even as the rest of the wayne family seemed to have not been surprised nor concerned as much as you were. 

“don’t worry about him,” tim had mumbled, giving your arm a tight squeeze after everything had settled down and dick apologized widely, now more soft with his eyes and sympathetic. “it’s just jason.” 

you stepped back onto the mat, readying yourself as jason followed right behind you, stepping in opposed to you, also preparing himself with the bend of his knees. jason didn’t want to hurt you, he really didn't, no matter how easy it was for you take down a person who weighted 100 more pounds than you and no matter how much he loathed bruce. 

“you ready?” you hummed, getting into your fighting stance before jason didn’t hesitate to make the first punch causing you to duck away quite quickly. in return, you swung your leg, jabbing jason in the gut rather hard, taking him by surprise but he retaliated, grabbing onto your thigh and practically pulling you closer. he was hoping to send you to the ground simply from the loss of balance, then no harm done, but you had other plans. 

you hopped before shoving yourself forward, practically launching yourself onto jason, sending the both of you to the ground, you on top. jason inhaled sharply, obviously not expecting how promptly you straddled him, catching him off guard. and it felt wrong, not only in general but with the fact of it being right in front of three other people. 

you looked shameless, staring down at him with the same dead of expression eyes. you got up steadily then, not bothered with the past position causing jason to think of you as naive minded. you offered your arm which he took almost hesitantly. 

and again, you adjusted to your fighting position. 

you had knocked jason to his ass this time just like you had done to dick. it once more stunned him, not understanding how. it didn’t matter how strong one was but rather how quick one could think up ways to beat another, something you could do so easily while jason rather relied on what he could do with overpowering someone with his body.

“again?”

he was hesitant, “yeah, sure.”

“you don’t have to worry.”

jason glanced to bruce and the rest of the boys on the side of the mat, watching contently, “what?”

“you don’t have to hold back,” you slightly laughed breathily, giving him a look that seemed so unfamiliar coming from your face, relaxed and even the slightest bit joyful. “i can take it.”

jason quirked a brow, “you sure, kid?”

you nodded cuing jason to once again throw the first punch, this time harder and quicker, now taking you for your word despite still being unsure with the way you held such vulnerability high in your eyes, something he could recognize from the first time he had saw you. 

you took a few punches to the gut and jaw without a second gasp, not much fazed to how hard he threw blows your way. in return you provided the same amount of muscle and power, thinking of how you'd knock him down to his feet this time. 

it wasn’t until you threw one initial punch that fazed him more than ever. your fist struck high upon his nose with a loud crack causing him to fall back a few steps, checking himself as almost immediately blood begun to seep out. 

“goddamn,” he held his hand high trying to prevent the blood from touching the mat, creating a small puddle of crimson red to form and drip. 

“shit, jason,” you approached him with a small embrace, your hands going to his deliverance while wrapping your fingers around the wrist that was cupping his blood. 

“grab alfred, she might have broke his nose,” bruce called after dick while grabbing a couple of tissues for jason, walking steadily over onto the mat before handing you the tissues to aid the man before you. 

“broke my nose?” jason quirked a brow making tim smirk his way. 

“she broke dick’s last month.”

you could only shrug looking sympathetic as you now held stuffed tissue up his nose. jason couldn’t help but lightly smile in a slightly impressed expression. jason had had his nose broken so many times he could barely feel it anymore, so it wasn’t rather a surprise when informed his nose was a bit out of place, but rather the fact that you were the one who broke it. 

once you all had met alfred halfway through the manor, he already had all the bandages and supplies to pop jasons nose back into place. it wasn’t exactly something he expected from the house visit, but he had to admit, it all could have turned out worse. 

“i’m sorry about your nose,” you looked up at him, wincing slightly as you glanced at the bandages tightly wrapped around his nose, bruising already beginning to form around his eyes just as it had done with dick—hours after you had also broke his nose, only that time, swinging your leg straight at his face. “i didn’t mean-”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off, digging in his front black sweatpants pocket before pulling out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, beginning to walk away for a long needed smoke break. 

you watched him walk down the wide dimly lit hallway, his lighter being fished from his other pocket, sparking up with two metal rolled clicks. smoke flew up and soaked the air rather fast, his hand dropping to his side where his cigarette burned.

“you really think i’m going to kill myself, after all this?” you called after him loudly, your voice filled with genuine curiosity, light and wondrous. not snarky, like he’d expected, which you'd have a right to. 

he stopped, shocked, not expecting those words to come from your mouth. jason wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to answer that question, cursing himself for stopping. he should've just ignored you. he was hesitant, slowly turning to face you by tipping back and forth on his feet till his eyes met yours. 

he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his lips together before really looking at you, eyes traveling away from the carpet but to your now prying eyes. jason inhaled slightly, his chest tightening when he thought more and more about what to say. 

“i wouldn't.. think about that too much,” he murmured, his head adjusting to the side a bit. “but don’t rule it out from your options..”

°•

the next time you saw jason, his nose was relieved from bandages and looked as close to normal as his nose could get. and this time he wasn't up for a round to get his ass kicked against you, but rather just to watch. 

his arms were slacked against the metal railing while he watched from the upper level, trying to analyze your technique better than the last time he had seen you. jason kissed his teeth before pushing himself up from his leaning position, hustling down the small set of stairs to join bruce’s side where he analyzed one of the many large computer screens before him. 

“where’d you find her,” jason crossed his arms, now hovering, wanting answers for questions that bruce knew would be coming, not necessarily from jason, but from one of the boys. 

“picked her up right outside of gotham,” bruce mumbled, typing away at his work. 

“what's wrong with her?”

bruce shook his, “nothings wrong with her, jason.” 

“bullshit, bruce. all of your kids got problems. hell even golden boy has issues.” bruce shook his head, but said nothing as he continued to work away. jason sighed, looking over to dick trying to plow you before you once again earned the upper hand. 

“i’m holding a christmas ball next week,” bruce mumbled, almost cringing with giving the information away, “you wanna know her so bad, you should come. but if you do, it’s cocktail casual, not jason casual.”

°•

cocktail casual was not jason’s type of thing, but he couldn't help but obey when alfred caught him halfway through the house, making his way to the ballroom. the old man had shoved him into one of the many rooms with a suit that would fit him perfectly.

he found you outside on the party balcony. the cold gotham weather hadn’t seemed to bother you as you sat there comfortably on a step, your knees pulled to your chest as you had a cigarette pushed between your fingers. 

you had a pretty green ball gown dress placed tightly around your chest while flowering out around from the waist down. it complimented you skin, making it glow with the full moon glistening down upon you. a silver chain wrapped highly around your neck also caught his sight, his lips rubbing together as he tried to examine it better from afar. 

a bruce gift, he guessed.

“not much of a party goer are you?” jason quirked a brow, taking a seat next to you with his hand gripping the neck of a champaign bottle tightly that he had found on a waiter’s tray. 

“only when there isn’t any booze involved,” you mumbled, glancing at the bottle from the corner of your eye before lifting your hand close to your face, allowing the cigarette to touch your lips. 

“bruce not allowing even a little christmas cheer?” jason hummed, swinging the champaign bottle back and forth as if taunting you, as if swinging a piece of meat in front of a dog, smirking before taking a swig. 

“dick,” you mumbled, grabbing the bottle from his loose grip, smiling slightly just as he did, glancing at you as you took a drink of your own. “bruce won’t allow me a drink until i’m out of the house.”

jason chuckled lowly, taking the bottle back into his own hand, “that’s too bad, robin.”

you turn to look at jason at the sound of the nickname, he looked back, his eyes beginning to look as if they were falling into a drunkenness, filled with a gleam and desire. you shook your head as you pulled the bottle from his hand, tipping the bottle high to fall into your mouth, the sour taste going down easy and fast. 

“you sure know how to handle your liquor,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze to the dark sky filled with millions of stars and one big moon. 

“years of practice.” 

“how old are you anyways, kid?”

“seventeen.” 

“hmp,” it was strange to jason as to why bruce recruited you at such an old age. not that it was a bad idea or anything due to you catching on fast, but jason and the rest of his adopted sibling were a lot younger when bruce ever first played eyes on them. “fast learner.”

“something like that.”

jason’s eyes traveled back to your neck where the thick piece of silver still laid on your neck so simply, the appearance of it now becoming clearer to him as he mumbled the words so clearly carved into the silver, daddy’s girl. jason’s hand reached for it, his thumb grazing over the carving making you tense up to the warmth of his palm pressing against your collarbone. 

that was definitely not a bruce gift. 

the older man you had all collectively called father at some point in time usually gifted each one of his adopted kids some kind of piece of jewelry the first event he always held a couple of days after their arrival. 

dick got a solid gold ring just as jason did, just as tim did. each one matching the other, representing a (reoccurring) bond each one of them had at some point in time. jason had guessed bruce would have gotten something similar for you, but never anything like the chain you were sporting on your neck. 

daddy’s girl. 

too weird. bruce would’ve bought you a steak if he wanted to get that personal. 

“nice.. silver.” 

you knew he knew something was up, you glanced at him, sipping from the bottle once again, “thanks.” 

“bruce give that to you?” he wasn’t very good at playing it off. 

“no.”

“no?” “he got me a gold heart shaped locket,” you popped your lips, nodding dizzily. 

“sounds like bruce...” 

“good guy.”

jason scoffed suddenly, shaking his head, seeing the naive part of you now, “yeah sure, whatever you say, kid,” he looked disgusted, now not looking at you as he thought about all the times bruce wayne wasn't a good guy. “i took you as someone smarter.” 

“yeah, okay, redhood,” you rolled your eyes looking to him, “don’t act like you’re someone any better than he is.”

“don’t be a fucking cunt.”

you inhaled sharply, your back straightening at his words. oh how you hated that word.

“i’m not sorry i broke your nose,” you turned your head slowly to look at him with your low gaze filled with something that seemed odd to be coming from you. no remorse. “you’re a fucking dick, i should've knocked you to your ass the moment i met you.” 

“wow, sweetheart,” his eyebrows raised, trying to cover the inner part of him the was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, “what’s with the sudden change in personality, i thought you were daddy’s sweet princess?”

you scoffed lightly, sipping more from the almost absent fancy alcohol, “no one’s ever actually who they say they are.”

“where’d you get the chain from?” “it was a gift,” you sucked on your long neglected cigarette, looking away from jason as he was beginning to irritate you.

“from who?” “take a guess.” he scoffed, “i don’t plan on staying out here all night.”

“well that’s too bad,” you stood up steadily from the step before throwing your shortened cigarette over the balcony. “guess you’ll never know.”

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