The Older Boy, Part Two. Eli Moskowitz X Reader

the older boy, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warning/s 🚫: swearing

slater’s note 🗯: omg slater finally uploaded 😮

part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs. 

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

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it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home. 

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you. 

eli.  

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night. 

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself. 

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was. 

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face. 

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car. 

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination. 

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy. 

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them. 

because he wanted to fuck you. 

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made. 

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew. 

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on. 

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do. 

but you really wondered. 

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.” 

wow, really? 

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent. 

fuck. 

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad. 

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about. 

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s. 

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him. 

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard. 

“anytime, princess.” 

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the beauty of love

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: mentions of food

word count: 596

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jj never really took his time to appreciate the beauty of life. everything was just a blur for him, always getting lost in the spur of the moment and the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his body from the adventures every light of the day brings.

but with you, he started to cherish every little thing, every pointless midget.

like the freedom he holds whenever he surfs, riding and breaking the waves towards the shore. it gives him an indescribable feeling of sovereignty, bliss, exhilaration, and fear all at the same time. it was just him and the waves, the splattering of the salty water and the cool breeze of the outer banks.

his best friends, the pogues. the same tight-knit group of friends since third grade. amiable down-to-earth teenagers who never failed to be there for each other, the literal definition and possibly embodiment of ride-or-die.

you, the sweet, sweet person who’s given him the love he never thought he’d feel. the intimacy shared by two people. the one who made his heart skip a beat and take his breath away. where staring into each other’s eyes, feeling as if you’d get lost in it, was just a cliche he’d always want to do. where being in each other’s embrace never made him feel more at home.

lips wet and red, deepening with color and shade as the cherry popsicle seeps and stains the smiles on your faces. every dip and curve filled till everything blemished and mirrored the color of the popsicle.

the soft pattering of the rain as the both of you laid in bed, limbs tangled together as you depended on each other’s body warmth for heat. the sound of the rain was nothing more than white noise in the background, merging with the thump of your heartbeats.

appreciating each other’s beauty under the moonlight beaming through the window. no words were exchanged as the both of you were propped on one arm, your finger tracing your lover’s features, tickling him ever so slightly. there was a soft smile on both your faces, relishing the serene and unperturbed state you were in.

how a minute seems so long as you wait for the traffic light to turn green. mellow music playing faintly on the radio of your car. hands intertwined over the console as you hummed along with the song.

slow dancing. it was yet another kegger in the boneyard. lights hanging around from tree to tree, loud booming music playing from the speakers as teenagers danced around the sweat-stained air. the song was wild, sanguine, and surely not for slow dancing, yet here you were, swaying slowly with your beau. people were jumping up and down alongside the music, drinks getting splattered around with every movement, yet the two of you remained unbothered. it was just you and him, and the rest of the world.

now that jj thought of it, most of the things he’s most appreciative of consisted of you. he could never deny that his life turned upside down ever since you became a part of him, evidently making him open his eyes and see the beauty of love, the beauty of life that came alongside with you.

“i love you,”

jj thought he’d never mean anything more than saying those three little words that held a big meaning.

“i love you.” he repeated, peppering kisses on your face as he delicately held it in between his hands.

and then he said it again, and again, and again.

“i love you,” he’ll never get tired of saying it.

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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 

part one, part two

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..”

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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.”

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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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would you be interested in writing for any other 90s/80s series since you write for mighty ducks already. this is kind of far fetched but i was just wondering, i really like your writing <3

tbh if you have anyone in mind, i'll probably write for them. i want to write for the outsiders and i even put them on my masterlist hoping to find inspiration for a story for them, but i haven't yet *eye roll*, but request anything/anyone even they are not on my masterlist.