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The Intern (Day one)

Working for the Gotham department of environmental protection is not for the weak of heart. Follow along for a day in the life of Gotham’s newest environmental intern.

What did he say in the interview? “We typically don’t take interns.” With each slippery stride through god knows what, I think I understand why. Who’s takes the intern on a tour of the sewer on their first day?

I don’t complain though; Dr. Harrison is not kind to complainers. If you can ignore the horrendous smell and the suits ability to become a sauna within a couple steps, it is really just like any other job. My boss calls over his shoulder.

“You brought that pepper spray right?”

I pause for a moment to adjust my suit.

“Yes sir.”

Why would they create a hazardous waste suit with such narrow eye holes? Fumbling with my mask, I stumble straight into a surprisingly solid member of my group.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize backing away.

Pulling my arms out of the external sleeves, I manage to wipe out the fogged up interior goggles. Once my field of vision clears, my heart drops.

The scales draw my attention first. In the dark, they shimmer and shine against the waste water. I’ve never seen anything like it. The hulking figure peers down at me with eyes that glow yellow in the dark.

When I was a kid, I used to love Animal planet. It didn’t matter how cruel the animal kingdom was; I was enthralled learning about it. Crocodiles have the strongest jaws in the animal kingdom. They can cut through bone… easily.

Trying to ignore the vivid image of a crocodile crushing a pigs skull on network television, I smile awkwardly underneath all my layers. He has a skin condition; this is a human man.

“I didn’t see you there. Thank you for steadying me.”

The prehistoric looking man regards me with curiosity. He is human…A human with razor sharp claws that have allegedly skewered other humans for dinner…Nobody’s perfect?

Before I can contemplate what my skull would sound like getting snapped in half, Dr. Harrison interrupts the silence.

“Waylon, meet our newest intern. You two will be running into each other quite a bit this summer.”

Hesitantly, I reach out my trembling hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Jones. I hope to see you around.”

The reptilian eyes regard me with suspicion. In a swift motion, Killer Croc’s scaled hand envelops mine in a slightly painful shake.

“The last one said the same thing before I had to pick them out of my teeth.”

Oh god. A loud burst of nervous laughter explodes from my chest.

“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary. I carry floss on me.”

Both men flash incredulous glances my way.

This is going to be a long summer.

Part 2

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

Gotham harbor buzzes with energy this morning. Fishermen compete for the best catch. Dozens of workers prep the yachts for their bosses rich escapades. Even the seagulls are hard at work today, eagerly searching the docks for their next meal. A perfect image of regular people living their lives. Unfortunately if we've been called, then something must be going horribly wrong. Judging from the crowd of distressed fishermen forming towards the end of the boardwalk, my gut feeling was right.

As I draw near the distressed crowd, a familiar voice rises above the rest.

"We are sending our best people to look into this. Keep an eye out for a press conference by the end of today." Detective Gordon addresses the crowd.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of anger.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm going to brutalize that clown!"

"God, I hate this city."

Behind the greying Detective stands a very sour looking Dr. Harris. I maneuver my way through the crowd next to him.

"Dr." I greet from behind.

Dr. Harris says nothing while attempting to catch a slippery fish.

"How adept are you at evolutionary biology?" He eventually asks through the sweat beating down his face.

"I dabble..." I respond growing closer to peer over his shoulder.

Dr. Harris grabs a fish with his bare hands. Before I can move the wiggling vertebrate leaps from his hands directly at my face.

"Catch it!" Dr. Harris hisses.

The flying tang leaves a wet trail across my cheek before dropping into my hands. The poor fish fights with everything it has to get away. Against all odds, I manage to wrangle the wiggle worm into a somewhat sturdy position in my palms.

Once the fish slows a bit, I notice something. The fish is smiling. A big yellow toothy smile with a red outline that one could mistake for lips. The external scales have turned a peculiar, yet familiar shade of pearly white. Both the pelvic fin and the pectoral fin have developed into a contrasting shade of dark green.

If I didn't know any better, I would say it looked like-

"Joker..." A voice growls interrupting my thoughts.

Turning to face our new arrival, I almost laugh at what I see. Batman's suit looks a little goofy in the morning light. Maybe even a little warm in the humid air. The cowl has a slight shine to it. Dr. Harris immediately begins explaining our situation to the Caped Crusader.

"This batch came in last night. We don't know how or why. The working hypothesis is that this may be a side effect of the Jokers latest toxin."

"Is it deadly?" Batman questions eyeing the gasping fish in my hands.

"Not to the fish. We should get the test results back by noon if we start soon."

Batman nods.

"Let me know what you find out."

I take pity on the fish and throw it back with the rest. Most of my life I've struggled with asthma: I know the feeling.

"What would he have to gain from this?" I wonder aloud.

Turning to the Dark Knight, I am stunned to realize there is nobody there. Batman disappeared. Doing a 360, I notice a dark figure hiding in the shadows on the nearest boat.

Huh.. Maybe the dark suit doesn't look so dumb in the daylight after all.

Dr. Harris smiles at me for the first time. My heart pounds. This can't be good.

"Didn't you say that you liked smoothies?"

I do like smoothies, but why does this feel like a test? I nod slowly.

"I hope you didn't eat anything too heavy this morning. We'll need to prep quite a bit of samples."

I narrow my eyes. Samples are typically liquid. How would we make fish.... Oh my God... This cannot be happening.

"Don't we need to test the water for excess nutrients? We don't want an algae bloom to form from the toxin."

There's a glint that forms underneath his unnecessarily large glasses.

"All in good time dear. We can worry about that after lunch."

Hoisting the barrel of Joker fish into the bed of his pick up truck, Dr. Harris teases down at me.

"After we prep those samples, how about fish and chips? I'm having a craving."

Part 3

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Part 1- Day one

Part 2- The Joker Fish

Part 4- The Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. Having someone in Bruce Wayne’s ear might be an asset.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, there's something familiar about him. I can't quite put my finger on it... Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs introducing himself, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

“So I’ve heard.” I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick Grayson grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve done your homework Ms. L/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

The Boys need help

Part 1- Alfred's new help

Alfred's New Help part 2

After a "random" attack on the Wayne family, the new maid may be more than what meets the eye.

Joker caresses the side of the young boy's face with a twisted smile. Tension spreads throughout his entire upper body. Dick notices how there is a slight shake in Damien's palms. After all this time, sometimes it is easy to forget how young Damien truly is. With his youthful round face and big blue eyes, Damien could fit in with your average middle schooler.... if you ignore the murder in his eyes.

"My Father used to say that-"

BANG!

The Joker crumbles to the ground surprising every member of the Wayne family. A small trembling figure is revealed slowly stepping out from behind the clown. Scanning the room for any other potential danger, Y/N reluctantly puts the safety back on.

"Are you guys okay?' Y/N's voice trembles before dutifully untying Bruce.

Five pairs of eyes stare at her in painful silence.

"Where did you get that?" Damien questions breaking the silence.

Making her way down the line, Y/N starts working on Tim's restraints next.

"Alfred stashed a few in case something like this happened. I never thought I would ever need it... Until a van full of clowns passed me on the highway this morning."

An unexpected smile appears on Damien's face. Jason and Dick share a long look. Jason shrugs. Bruce's unreadable gaze suddenly makes her defensive. Before untying Jason, Y/N kicks the Joker. A wheezy laugh echoes across the room. At the pure shock staring back at her, she defends "It's not like I killed him or anything. Have you guys never heard of stand-your-ground laws?"

Jason starts to chuckle to himself. Looking past the horrified reactions of his family to his unlikely savior, he flashes her a grateful smile. Patting her on the back, he says

"Well' I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm sure glad you were here. That was badass."

Sharing an unreadable look with Dick, it doesn't take very long for the rest of the family to snap out of their stupor. Tim and Damien team up to tie up the clown prince of crime while Dick gags him. Once the team realizes it wasn't a lethal shot, jokes run wild.

"Listen, I'm just saying you'll never see Y/N and Deadshot in the same room..." Dick jokes playfully shoving the girl.

"Please if Y/N's skill set resembled any vigilante, it would be Nightwing." Tim continues with a wink.

"Y/N would be great at bow staff, but I sincerally doubt that Nightwing could do colorguard." Jason jokes.

"Ladies. Ladies. You may be right, but my ass would not look as good in the uniform." She interjects, "Man's definitely got me beat there.

"Debatable," Jason comments under his breath.

Dick smacks him lightly on the arm.

Bruce offers the young girl a cold glass of water while steering her away from all the chatter. Y/n gratefully takes it.

"Are you alright?"

Y/n nods slowly.

Bruce's gaze meets hers. It's easy to see why people consider him a playboy. His eyes have the ability to make you feel completely and utterly seen.

"Thank you for protecting my family."

Melting under his earnest gaze, Y/N glances toward the 3 boys dragging Jason away from the Joker. Past the Billionaire heartthrob lies a wearied Father in constant fear of losing his family... again.

"I'm sorry I know you don't like guns. I didn't like the way he was looking at Damien."

Bruce sighs putting a hand on her shoulder. The wrestling brothers draw our attention back to the front of the room.

"I had to do it for old times' sake. Come on!" Jason protests with a smug grin as Tim and Dick drag him away.

Winking at Y/N, Jason weakly waves as the boys leave the room.

A parade of red and blue flashing lights interrupts the show.

Alfred slips into the room wordlessly.

"Master Bruce, Detective Gordan would like a word."

Y/N gasps in surprise.

"Where have you been?"

Alfred stays silent for a moment.

"Who do you think dealt with his goons?"

Batman and Gordon:

In the corner of the room watching the group of young men teasing Y/N, Batman and Gordan exchange glances.

Gordon cracks a smile.

"Seems like a good kid." Gordan

Batman stays silent observing the interactions unfolding before them.

"She has impeccable marksmanship for someone who has never been trained." Batman comments.

Gordon raises an eyebrow. Taking a sip of his coffee, he pauses.

"Are you insinuating something?"

"...No. It's an observation."

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Death of a family

Once the warehouse went up in flames, the world went silent. A blinding light stuns my senses. Before I can react, Nightwing shields me from the shock wave as we both go tumbling down. For a couple seconds, the only sound I can hear is the pounding of his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Frozen, I see my horror reflected in his pale blue eyes. We didn't make it in time.

The ash slowly descends while the two vigilantes rummage through the debris. Staying out of the way, I do my best to be productive by prepping the med pack. Prepping for the worst, but hoping for the best. A slight glimmer catches my eye from a hundred yards.

Narrowing my eyes, I stumble through the wreckage. A slight shimmer catches my eye. Drawing near, I dust the fallen ash away from a metallic pendant. More specifically a metallic bird... no. oh God no. It's a Robin. Dropping the med pack in shock, I manage to choke out "Dick..."

Nightwing rushes to my side within moments.

"What is it?" He questions, "Are you hurt?"

His eyes dart across my face looking for any signs of injury. Following my gaze, all he can manage to choke out is.

"Oh..."

When the body is revealed, I feel nothing. I should be screaming. Crying. Cursing at a god I don't believe in... but I don't say anything. Time slows down. Once Batman takes vitals, I work on breathes while Nightwing does chest compressions. 30 compressions. 2 breathes. Every other rotation, Bruce and Dick switch out. CPR is brutal. It's hard to ignore the cracking of the sternum or the fluid spilling into the one way mask. Attaching the AED, I pray something changes. Pausing Bruce's CPR, we clear the area to deliver the first shock. Then the second. Sandwiched between rounds of CPR, the AED gives us nothing to go off of.

After a while, it becomes hopeless. Most hearts restart after the first two shocks. Bruce's determined gaze grows frantic. Using his entire body, Batman's chest compressions progressively become deeper. Too deep. I avoid looking at the face of the limp carcass. If I look at his face, then it means this entire afternoon actually happened.

"Bruce, STOP! This isn't doing anything. " Dick argues tearing the man away from his fallen son, "He's... gone."

My chest tightens at Nightwing's voice crack. This cannot be real.

Pulling himself together, the Bat's eyes meet mine. For the first time since I've met him, the calculated facade has fallen to the wayside. Pure anguish stares back at me. From the slumping of his shoulders to the tight line of his lips, it's clear as day. Straightening himself, the Bat swiftly moved the body back to the plane.

"I'll prepare Alfred for the service."

Service... Is that it? That soon?

Dick excuses himself claiming to need a bite to eat. With a lingering hug, he tells me that he'll whip me something up too. Haphazardly, I decline the offer. Dick's right of course. I haven't eaten in over a day, but... Every ounce of hunger left my body the moment, I smelled burnt flesh.

For the first time all day, I look at him.

Covered in soot, the burns are the first images that are seared in my subconscious. Black bruises lace around every external patch of skin. Underneath all the brutality, my jaw clenches. Did he always look this young? For a kid who was starting to develop a jawline, I forgot how round his cheeks were. How long ago was his birthday again? A few months? Fifteen. His thick dark lashes stay completely still while I brush the hair out of his face.

No... No.. This isn't right. This is not how our story goes... Prom. Graduation. We were supposed to be dumb kids in love. Not some high school cautionary tale.

Suddenly, it all sinks in. I can't breathe.

No more study dates at Wayne Tower.

No more reading dates.

No more lazy Sunday morning smiles.

No more late-night Robin visits.

Sliding down the wall, a single tear drops down my face. The pressure resting on my chest prevents any more tears. Everything in me wants to wail. Throw a fit. Kill the bastard who did this. Instead, I stare wordlessly at the smooth metallic wall furnishing.

I am too young to feel this old.

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Gamedays in Gotham City

Gotham City would absolutely go WILD during Gamedays. Harley Quinn, Jonathan Crane, Poison Ivy, Bruce Wayne, and Harvey Dent are all notable alumni of the school.

The Gotham Nighthawks vs the Metropolis Bulldogs homecoming game is the EVENT OF THE SEASON. Every year, the sold-out stadium erupts in chaos no matter who wins. There is nothing that can get a group of villains to team up faster than Gotham losing to Metropolis.

Bruce Wayne is a massive supporter of the Nighthawks. The stadium reserves a special pressbox for him and his guests. Every homecoming, Bruce Wayne invites Clark Kent, a Daily Planet Reporter, to join him and his family in the press box. Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor donate to their respective college bands, so they have a free advertisement in said halftime show. For one night, both Harvey and Two-Face enjoy themselves.

Due to the massive popularity of this game, many villains have tried to interrupt it. For example, the Joker tried interrupting halftime while the Pride of Gotham City performed. However, he completely underestimated how the band members would react to his sudden appearance. Before the Clown Prince of Crime could react, the poor thing was getting beaten into the turf by an array of wooden rifles.

Edward Nygma tried interrupting halftime a few years prior by requiring the band to answer a riddle in exchange for the bombs being deactivated in their equipment. In a surprising twist, Oswald Copplepot knocked the living daylights out of the curious man with his umbrella while his son, a trumpet in the Pride, cheered thirty feet away.

If you are a student at Gotham U, be prepared for unexpected visits from previous Professors such as Dr. Crane and Dr. Isley. If you are a band member, don't be surprised if someone puts a bomb on your instrument. It is not uncommon for Superman to catch a rogue Colorguard flag or rifle that has been tampered with. One second, you are throwing 6 rotations on a rifle. The next, you are covering your head to avoid the explosion. Supes gives a bashful grin before quickly exiting the stadium.

Would y'all be interested in a fic about Gamedays and college life in Gotham city? Let me know ;)

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I just love thinking about jason x reader

Big bulky jason who has so much trauma and issues and needs and why would you even dedicate your entire life being patient and kind with him

But that same jason refuses to let u out the bed. The jason that will press Your feet after HE is the one who just went crime fighting

Jason who Hates being separated on his days off and will sit beneath the table between your legs hugging your waist with his on your thighs if you're doing work or meeting or studying

Jason who literally Hates work, vengeance, revenge, mafia stuff , crime fighting , saving the world ..basically anything that makes him spend time away from you.

Jason who prolly just leaves all this behind and genuinely works at processing his trauam . Becomes a literature teacher in a nice university. Settles down with you and have a normal life...give you the life you deserve

Not before saving up enough from mafia/batpay to give you the best luxury

Jason who just wants to stare at you , Hold you, get kisses from you forever

OUR MUM IS A WHAT?!

Pairing: Batfam Imagine/Bruce Wayne Imagine 

Plot: All is well with the Wayne family, however when Y/N’s past comes back to haunt her, she must not only face her enemies but unravel truths that may break her family forever. P.S. I’m terrible at titles for stories!

A/N: I’ve been so nervous to release the first story since I stopped writing two years ago. But nonetheless I’m so excited to share this with all of you. I worked really hard on it and cannot wait for you to see it for yourselves. Enjoy!

Prompts (If you would like to request a prompt, please include the name of the list and the number of the prompts along with the character of your choice)

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you.” (Love list)

24: “ You need to leave.” (Angst list)

SERIES MASTERLIST 

I settled myself down in front of the batcomputer, watching as my husband’s and son’s trackers flashed at a location within Gotham. I sighed heavily, weaving my fingertips around my necklace as I continued to write up reports from their previous patrols.

Gotham had recently been under siege by Bane and his followers, keeping Batman very busy. However with the leads found by Tim and Jason while they were on recon, they were able to find their base and decided to infiltrate it.

I had met Bruce at a dazzling art gallery opening where the finest socialites of Gotham had been invited to. I had been lucky enough to score a job as a curator, and just happened to also catch the eye of the leading man and Gotham’s richest playboy.

It was very early on in their relationship that he admitted to being the vigilante Batman, which in all honesty, I wasn’t too surprised by due to his sudden disappearances at events and the bruises he’d poorly cover when on a date. 

Eventually we married (in all honesty the wedding was for Alfred, but I couldn’t help but admit how much I enjoyed the first of many evenings of being called Mrs Wayne by my now husband).

Then in tow came the children, one by one. I loved them all so much, and though I craved to have a child of my own, I was happy with the four sons that I and Bruce were blessed with in my life—

‘They’ll be fine Madam.’

I yelped as Alfred’s voice echoed through the cave, turning to see him making his way down the stairs, only to fall back against the seat with a heavy sigh. ‘I know Alfred, I just can’t help but worry at times, especially when these sort of missions occur. Motherly instinct I guess.’

The butler chuckled as he placed down a steaming hot cup of cocoa beside me on the desk, ‘It is not a crime to worry Mrs. Wayne. You should have no shame in that. I know that they lean on you for support but you must remember you need someone to lean on as well. You can’t carry all the problems of the world on my shoulders. Speaking of shoulders, I brought down my shawl, its way too cold to be down here without it, especially with winter drawing closer.’

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

master-list || CHAPTER 1: i always feel like…

summary: a life as a vigilante and someone who comes from a life full of surviving, pain, and death. everyone deserves to be happy. with jason, he got lucky. for the first time. and with that luck, he keeps it a secret. far from everybody.

pairing/mentions: jason todd x fem!reader, bruce wayne, dick grayson

warnings! - nothing but implied sex, paranoia, feeling like being watched.

author’s note: hi my loves! here is an mini series! i kind of wrote this as i was hungover too…hehe. i have so many ideas now so I’ll be updating the up coming works page! if you wanna be tagged let me know. enjoy~

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how do you protect the people you love?

by keeping them as a secret.

well, according to JASON. he was a man, a man who had enough demons and monsters who want him dead. no one expect some people know who he is underneath that red helmet. but none of them know of his true secrets. ones he swore to never tell anybody else, not even his family. as much as he loves them, he just can’t risk losing someone he is madly in love with.

sometimes, it’s a cost. if he told anybody, the more dangerous he is.

a monster he thought he was until he met her. an angel. a bliss from heaven. a kiss of love and trust. his younger self would melt from the sight of her. anyone would.

everyone in his family know of his past flings, the unserious ones. as much he also appreciates his family that want him to have someone, he’s just fine doing so by himself. and all of them just stopped asking him later on.

not far from Gotham, just about an hour away is a quiet and small neighborhood. with trees in every lawn and lighten old streets light, families with a family dog and children. the nice and free parts of the damned city. a life to be finally happy. that neighborhood had a two story house, bought by jason about two years ago. he knew she just had to have it. memories they created over time. he really wants to see her. and where jason was you may ask…back in that very damned city.

jason sat on the bench of the gym in the batcave, sweat pouring from forehead as he wiped it away with a clean white towel. in his hands was his personal phone, he always kept it safe from anybody with a difficult password. sometimes he even forgets it himself.

the text message stared back at him and an attachment of a photo beams at him.

AMERICAN PIE

when you coming back?

1 attachment

jason lifted up his lips into a small smile, a photo of a huge black dog with it’s eyes closing sleeping onto of someone who wore a white top. he uses his thumb scratching the itch above his scarred eyebrow.

YOU

TONIGHT. DON’T WAIT UP FOR ME PLZ

AMERICAN PIE

why are you typing in all caps?

YOU

sorry. was texting dick a while ago and we had a disagreement.

AMERICAN PIE

…huh. okie. you want anything to eat for dinner?

2 attachment

his thumb pressed on the photos, his blue eyes analyze the precious pictures that was sent to him. this time the photo consisted of the same dog on it’s back, a goofy look as it stared at the camera. it was pressed up against it’s nose as the dog looked crossed eyed. the other photo was a mirror picture. what looked to be a woman posing with her phone covering her face, the dog sitting in between her legs as they both sat on the floor with makeup scattered around.

YOU

what you have in mind?

jason pressed ‘send’ before going into his camera roll, selecting two photos he previously took when he was working out. when he sent them, a word ‘read’ below that attachments.

AMERICAN PIE

we have some steak? maybe some mashed potatoes for dinner too? and that guava juice you like so much i can make.

dayum you look good handsome

he lets out a chuckle at her switch from suggesting what for dinner to straight compliments and heart emojis.

YOU

sounds good doll. thank you beautiful. I’m gonna get ready. see you soon.

AMERICAN PIE

okie. see you.

sighing, jason shuts his phone completely. it was a long few weeks with his family. a mission that consisted in his help and a few of his brothers and barbara. god, he was tired. as much as he loved gotham and visiting the homeless shelters, he was tired as an old dog.

reaching down next to him was his water bottle he took from the cabinets in the kitchen. uncapping the kid, he drank straight from the cold bottle. a soothing and freezing water runs down his throat and into his stomach. a few gulps he could hear from his ears. as he finished the entire thing, he pulled his water bottle away from him before letting out an ‘ahh’. a small burp heard.

“excuse you”, bruce walks in the gym room in some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “sorry”, he says nonchalantly. jason gets up and on his feet, standing up straight the height difference between son and father was quiet funny. the second oldest was almost taller than batman himself.

the towel wrapped in his hand makes it’s way to jason’s neck. once wet piece of skin now moist from some sweat. bruce sat down on the same bench jason was sitting on. ready to get a head start in some exercise for the night. “you headin out?”, bruce questions him.

and here comes the questions. jason turned his head slightly to his father, giving a curt nod. “yea, ill be leaving in a couple of minutes. got some work to do tonight”, he lies. praying his adoptive dad would just take the false information, instead bruce stared at him blankly. “what’s tonight?”, his father pushes more.

man, his dad was really up his ass about everything. you see, ever since him and bruce ‘sort of’ made up…bruce wants to fix their relationship. jason really loves bruce. but after that whole traumatic past years and the two fighting, it was hard. even though they have times when it feels normal again.

“oh star needs my help with her sister again, maybe needs me to go on her planet for a while”, jason lies straight through his teeth.

bruce looks at jason’s back, scars of torn skin ragged all over.

he knows he’s lying..cause bruce lies like it’s a high paying job. as much as he wants to continue his relationship with his son, he decides to back down. the guilt still sitting in his heart and stomach. bruce slowly nodded. “alright, let me know when you come back”, bruce says now getting up from the bench as it squeaked from the sudden weight lift.

jason nodded, his messy wet hair flopped a little. “will do, see ya bruce”, he excused himself away from the gym. leaving behind his father you gave him a longing look.

‘what secrets you’re hiding?’ bruce wonders.

the sun has gone down faster, jason finally showered and gotten himself ready. once he tied his shoe and shrugged on his black leather jacket on his broad shoulders. a sudden kick to the door opens to dick who has his arms crossed. jason curious as he stared at the golden boy. “hey dick, what’s up”, he greeted the blue clad hero.

“you’re going to see kori?”, dick goes straight to the point.

jason rolls his eyes, grabbing his duffle bag on his bed. it was stuffed to the max as it looked to be suffocating.

“yes dick, she is my friend. and an ex team member”

“don’t forget you kissed her”, dick grumble.

“oh here we go again. she kissed me you dick”, jason annoyingly says to him, duffle bag strap on his shoulder. already walking out the door and into the hallway. dick scoffs lightly, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”.

from the hallway to the white marble stairs, dick tailed behind jason. “no, im just saying. i already told you this, get over it dickie”, jason says continue his walking in a faster pace. he really just wants to leave.

dick stops in his tracks, his arms drop before dramatically going up in the air. “get over it? get over it?! you kidding me? I’ll have you know she is MY ex girlfriend”, he yells out offended by his little brothers words.

impatiently, jason practically runs to the front door where alfred stood waiting for him. in his white clad finger was jason’s motorcycle keys. the old butler raised an eyebrow at the two grown men, before handing jason his keys. “thanks alfie”, jason whispers. a firm nod the older man gave him before walking off to go back into the batcave.

and out the door he was.

his long legs jogged down the stairs, shoes hitting the pebbled floor. the sounds of a fountain springing water. by the stairs was jason’s favorite motorcycle. an 1969 honda cb750.

jay is a sucker for old designed motorcycles. he loves them.

hopping on his motorcycle with no helmet on, come on..he doesn’t. his starts the engine, turning his head to dick who stood on the top of the steps still with an offended expression. “sorry dick, but at least i don’t go hopping to one ex girlfriend to another”, jason says with a teasing smile before zooming off from the manor.

in the distance, he could hear dick yell out “I DO NOT HOP FROM ONE EX GIRLFRIEND TO ANOTHER”.

jason chuckled mischievously, his motorcycle zooms past the gate and down the hill out of the Wayne Manor.

an hour away from the city, jason could feel his shoulders droop from tense of just being there. relief. this part of gotham was peaceful. something he wouldn’t know when he was kid. so used to life of crime and the loud sounds. he feel like he could breathe again.

with his duffel bag strapped on his shoulder tightly, he leaned on his side to turn on a street. there it was. a familiar neighborhood with some lucky people who live there.

beautiful trees greet him as they swished back and forth in the darkness. street lights buzzed with energy. the road was big for a neighborhood. cars were parked with an amazing space capacity.

to his luck, only some of the neighbors were out this late.

some of them waved at jason with such kindness, he in return gave them a wave.

it wasn’t long before he finally reached the house he’s been waiting for so long to be at. slowing down his motorcycle, jason turned a sharp left. now on cement ground. in front of his was the garage.

kicking his foot up to park his motorcycle and turning off the engine, he unswings his leg.

his blue eyes wander around the house, still looking good. the tree in front was old. a few crickets could be heard.

bringing up his heavy scar hand to his hair, fixing it to look more presentable. not before he reaches in his front pocket, grabbing a small circle shape. out from his pocket…is a wedding ring. inside, is words engraved ‘MY HEART IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, YOURS’

jane austen, sense & sensibility

jason slides the wedding bang on his ring finger, feeling the cold metal hit his warmth. he smiled just by looking at it. full of love and promises.

not wasting anymore time, jason walked around his motorcycle and to the front door. the door, a nice polished red brown color two windows on each side. fishing out his keys, he fiddles around finding a familiar key hanging. inserting it inside the keyhole, turning until hearing a click. jason opens the door.

entering the house, the first thing he smells is a warm scent of vanilla and almond. something he loves to smell. and not to forget, the dog smell.

speaking of dog, jason closes the door behind him. making sure to lock it. the sound of nails and paws hitting the wooden floor, rushing excitedly towards him. he takes off his shoes by the side of the door and his duffel bag. jason let’s out a whistle signaling he was here and it was him.

that caused the nails to immediately start running towards him more faster.

jason chuckled, he squats down. knees bent forward with his hand out. and in his sight, is a eight month old black german shepherd. it’s eyes two different colors. one a soft brown color and the other, blue like jason’s.

a pink tongue lolls out, panting heavily as it stared at jason. he smiled at the sight of the very excited puppy. “ hey girl, you missed me?”, he spoke softly.

the puppy whines lowly before trotting over to jason, her snout hits his hand before moving it on top of her head. awaiting for the best head scratches. his hands glide over her soft puppy fur, smooshing her cheeks together before giving a small peck on top of her head. “missed you to girl”, he says getting up from his position.

jason walks over to where the living room is, only to see it was empty with the flat screen TV black. pursing his lips in hoping to see someone. maybe kitchen?

kitchen was empty, he stood by the doorway. eyes searching for a figure to greet him but fails. in between jason’s thick thighs, was the puppy. it stood in the middle, looking up at him with the cutest puppy eyes. jason looked down in question, “where’s ya ma? she upstairs?”. a low whine with ears pinned before leaving his legs. leading him to where the stairs are. stretching his limbs a little, jason reaches the upstairs.

in one of the rooms, was lightened.

the pup sits by the door before scratching at it with a saddened look. jason looked at it with worry. his hand grips the gold knob before turning it. trying to stay quiet only for him to fail as the pup impatiently went inside the master bedroom. from the light, jason could see a small lump on the huge bed. pillows surrounded that lump, it moved once it heard the door open.

until, a head full of hair in a ponytail popped up from the lump.

jason smiled tiredly, “hey baby”. blankets shrug off the lump, showing a woman laying on the bed. she had (h/c), eyes clear of (c/e). and those eyes contained excitement just by looking at him. her body was clad in his pro-club black shirt with some shorts underneath.

“baby! you’re home!”, she greets him now jumping up on the bed running towards him. jason held out his arms as she jumped into him catching her with ease. large hands landing on her ass to steady her, his forearms hooked under her legs.

she wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his lips. god, he missed this. he could smell that vanilla and almond smell. one from her body lotion she always uses. pulling away from his lips, she leaned back with a beautiful smile. “i missed you baby”, she says.

“and I missed you. has ginger been good?”, he asks shifting her in his arms.

she sighs at him before turning her head to where the pup lays on their shared bed. the pup lays in between it’s paws looking at the couple with guilty eyes. “she tore my heels again”, she grunts at jason.

ah, those heels. jason held in a laugh before rubbing his hand on her bum. “im sure she didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you new ones”, he suggests only for her to turn her head back to him with eyebrows furrowed. “uh no, im buying new ones”, she says now wrapping her legs around his thick waist.

“what? why?” “because I know you jay, you’re going to say that I should buy two when I don’t want to”

jason frowned at her before raising his eyebrows knowledging she was right.

“mm yea you’re right. what I can’t spoil my wife?”, he sends her a teasing smile.

she rolls her eyes before letting her self down back on the ground. “you can. but you’re wife doesn’t want you to. you hungry?”, she asks him pulling down the shirt to cover her appropriately. jason’s tall figure towers over her, he shrugged his huge shoulders. “yea, you cooked?”, he asks his wife.

“not yet, I was waiting for you to come home so we can cook together”, she says looking up at him. her arms wrap themselves around his waist, breathing in his scent. jason nodded, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “alright, let me get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs”, jason says before giving her smack on her ass.

his wife yelps from the tender slap, she playfully shoves him before giggling. heading to the door, she whistles for the pup. “ginger! come girl!”, she yells out before disappearing from frame. the said pup, perks up before running off following the woman.

jason grinned, his large hands on his hips taking in the room. cozy it was..

the walls were a soft beige color, everything was schemes of white, brown and gold. taking off his black leather jacket, jason starts walking to the huge bathroom where the closet was in as well. inside the bathroom, was neatly placed makeup and expensive creams laid out.

he takes off his shirt, the fabric sliding off against his chiseled chest. now in the closet, jason than takes off his jeans. leaving him only in his briefs. his figure passes by a photo laid perfectly onto of the drawers in the middle of the closet. that photo, was on the day him and his wife had gotten married in secret. it wasn’t at the wedding but it was after the ceremony. they were in greece. stating how much his wife loved greek history and mythology, it would be perfect to get wedded there.

the photo had his wife, in a beautiful summer dress with a white orchid flower in her hair. she smiled at the camera with delight as jason in a white button with a few of those buttons down, a gold chain around his neck. instead of looking at the camera, he was looking down at her with the most loving smile. literally giving heart eyes.

he’ll never forget that day. now, he knows he said he doesn’t see himself getting married. jay felt he was too damaged. doesn’t have a lot of luck with love or even being happy. but it changed when he met his wife, y/n l/n.

loving him for his so called flaws. not treating him like he’s so fragile when he isn’t. overall showing him love and that it’s okay to be vulnerable and angry. a bonus on her liking red hood. y/n is a civilian.

her family was involved with the military, and with y/n also finishing college early and working from home as an artist and a small business of making jewelry.

making jewelry helped her anxiety and depression is what she told him. and with the money she gets after, she would donate it to charity. one of the things jason loves about his wife. deep within, she was overall the kindest woman. that’s exactly why he married her in the first place.

carefully, jason steps down the stairs in his plaid pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. he walks in the kitchen to see y/n already setting up the food to cook meanwhile ginger, the cute canine, was busy playing with a lamb chop squeaky toy. hearing him, ginger stops what’s she doing. the sad little lamb toy hanging from her mouth. the pup trots over to jason in excitement, using her back legs to give her support in jumping on him. “hey girl, what you got there?”, he asks lightly grabbing the toy in her mouth.

ginger gives out a playful growl in response as jason started rocking the toy back and forth, her head moving along.

“she insisted on having it the other day, practically begged me”, y/n says with a grin on her face. her hands prepping the food taking out the piece of meats and setting them on the cutting board. jason laughed, he always knew she would spoil ginger the minute he got her.

almost as if y/n knows what jay was thinking, she says “and no, I do not spoil her babe. that’s all you”.

finally, the sad looking lamb toy lays in his hands.

ginger sits on her butt looking at him ready to go and play. jason turned the toy and only to see some of stuffing almost gone. “yeesh, you already torn the poor lamb ging. you have to be more careful or else your mama won’t buy you anymore toys”, he says raising his eyebrows at the pup. with the words ‘won’t buy’, ginger’s big ears droop.

those sweet puppy eyes, jason knew he couldn’t resist them. the same ones that looked up at him when he found ginger in the city as red hood one night. an abandoned puppy. more so something happened to the mother and left ginger to fend for herself. jason bends down once more, his hands that held the toy start to scratch the dog behind it’s ears before whispering “I’ll buy you more later”.

a simple response of ginger giving jason a lick on his cheek. the spoiled puppy.

y/n stopped what she was doing, a hand on her hip as she watched her two loves with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “babe?”, she asks. jason stood up so quick. he turned to his wife to see her looking more smug. “what?”, jason smiles lightly.

“nothing, nothing. can you pre hear the oven for the pies please”, y/n says going back to seasoning the huge pieces of steak. pie?

ah yes, his wife’s famous pies. now, he loves alfred. he’s like a grandpa to him.. but he will have to say and he will never have the old man listen. but his wife’s pies…are too die for. the richness. the sweetness. the glazed top of the crust. jason loves the pies. especially apple pie. who doesn’t like apple pie?

with that mention of the pies, that made jason quirk up. “pie?”, he asks now walking over to his wife not before giving ginger a small head rub. y/n giggled, cute seeing her husband get so excited to have some pie tonight. “yes jay, pie. you’re favorite too”.

mentally jason high fived himself when his wife said she made him his ultimate favorite pie. jason now behind y/n, he wraps his arms around her waist. his chin rested on top of her head, gently he rubbed her. y/n leans back into his warmth as she left the steaks on the board to marinate.

there was many times he had missed this. just being with his wife, and dog.

and in those times, he was in awe of how he could be lucky for once. jason was full of anger. so many hurt. he’s a dangerous man for sure. well not JASON TODD.

but RED HOOD.

when y/n found out his line of work, she didn’t go and run off in fear. why? because there was a night he saved her from getting murdered one night. she wasn’t afraid of him or the demons he always had. he would always give her a reason to hate him or think he’s a monster. but those reasons turned into more reasons to love him.

“what you thinking over there handsome?”, y/n questions him from his sudden silence. jason blinked, he shifts his arms around her waist a little. he hummed in response. his chest rumbled like a purr.

“just, how lucky I am to have you..and this part of my life”, he mutters. as he talked, his chin would rub harshly against her head. it made her itch a little. y/n stopped her moving around on the counter, wiping her hands free from seasoning. her head tilts up to look at jason leaving his chin from having an balance.

her body turns in his big arms. his hands now wrapped around the small of her back. from the slight height difference jason had to lean down his upper body a little to even look at y/n. “lucky? I think I’m more lucky to have you jay”, she whispers tenderly. wrapping her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes. always a sap. jason leans down, both of their lips almost touching. “and how are you the lucky one?”, jason asks. he could feel y/n smile.

“maybe because, im married to someone who is doing the people of Gotham a favor. saving people, beating the system, taking out criminals. you give back to the people…you give them a sense of hope and security no one could give them…”

and as she said those words, jason couldn’t help but feel…disappointed. not with y/n. but with himself. he may help his people. but doesn’t mean everyone else thinks he is the good guy. he’s not a hero for damn sure to most people. but that’s only because, jason is someone who gives people a chance and a reality. and that reality fucking sucks. that’s how he turned out. he shakes his head a little, leaning his forehead against hers. “im not a good person”, he says.

y/n frowned, his words made her sad.

he would always doubt himself, he wouldn’t of done it before but when they had gotten married he opened up a bit more. time. that’s what they had.

her arm moves away from his neck to lift up a finger. running it against the faded ‘j’ scar on his cheek. he closes his eyes leaning just into the small touch. “not everyone gets to decide if they are a good person or not. we let fate and our decisions determine that…and you, I know your a good person. cause if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have saved me that night and let me die”, she spoke softly. her finger moves up to his eyebrow that held another scar. jason opened his eyes, the blue color flashes with some green.

green like the lazarus pit.

a reminder of what brought him back to life. the memory of when he saved y/n, unknowingly that she would be his wife two years later. how crazy life could be.

pressing his lips against hers, the two locked lips. the space between them closing as they embraced one another. with a few pecks in, y/n leaned her forehead forward once again. jason locked eyes with her beautiful (e/c) eyes. “and im glad I did save you. cause then I wouldn’t have you with me”.

y/n grinned a little, she presses her lips against jason’s. a soft smack as it lands. pulling away from him, y/n gives his chest a small rub. “and i wouldn’t. now enough of the sad stuff, I’m hungry”, y/n says playfully turning back to face the counter with the readied steaks. jason silently chuckled, he shakes his head before rubbing his hands together. creating some heat in them. his heated hands fall, quick and hard. jason smacked y/n’s ass creating a rather loud ‘SMACK’.

jumping from the sudden violation, a small ‘aah’ y/n let out as she touched her burning cheek. she bends down in pain before laughing. jason laughed as he watched his wife who took that hit like a ‘champ’. “why?!”, y/n groaned with a laugh. jason shrugged his shoulder a little with a shit eating grin, “eh don’t act like you aren’t used to it babe”. with a wiggle of his eyebrows, y/n grabs a wet napkin near the sink ready to attack him with it.

the kitchen now filled with childish laughter, the husband and wife run around like two kids playing tag. ginger watched with her lamb toy in her mouth. her fluffy head tilted to the side curious as to what they were doing.

⋆˙.☾. ⋆˙

the night was more quiet than ever.

in the master bedroom contained the sleeping couple and a tired pup, and a ruined lamb toy. sounds of soft snores and tv background noise. something jason had on due to him not fully being used to the quiet ambience. from earlier events from dinner and teaching ginger new tricks, both y/n and jason decided to retire for the night. of course not before having some adult fun to themselves. what felt like a sahara desert in the room, y/n awoken.

thick muscular arms wrapped tightly against her bare waist, one hand touching her breast. her ring touches against his warm skin letting y/n know why it was rather hot in the room. jason radiated that warmth. her half opened eyes shift to his side to see the alarm clock. letters bolder in red as they read 2:45 AM. it was still pretty early. usually, jason would be awake doing patrol. she wasn’t complaining though. feeling parched, y/n decided to get some water downstairs. ‘should of convinced jay to get that hundred dollar mini fridge in here’, she thought to herself. her hand carefully unwraps jason’s arms from her body, the sleepy husband of hers groans from the lack of holding someone. to be extra careful to not awaken him, y/n uncovers herself.

shivering, as the Gotham’s cold air hits her. y/n slowly leaves the bed, and as she left. using her tippy toes to create little no sound to not disturb jason, her bare form skids to the where her fluffy grinch robe was.

wrapping the cozy robe on her form she was instantly met with softness and warmth. y/n ties the wrap around her waist making to secure it nicely. she turns her head to see if her husband had awoken only to see he was knocked out like a light. on the floor was ginger who lifted up her head to see where her mom was going.

y/n walks over to door turning the golden knob slowly and steady. and once it opened, y/n was quick to leave the bedroom and out in the hallway. her arms crossed against her chest going down the stairs, eyes not fully opened and tired yawn escapes her. making her way at the bottom of the stairs, y/n looked around the living room.

it was tidy and always clean before going to bed with y/n always complaining it has to be clean or she would procrastinate later on and do it in a month. unbothered by the lack of mess, y/n watched as the winds blow over the trees in front of the house. creating a scary shadow that lighten the living room. and for some reason, y/n felt…uneasy. like a monster was going to come up from behind her and kill her brutally. but only, nothing did. she shrugs off the silly thought before going to the kitchen. on the dish rack was clean cups and plates, grabbing one of the clear mason jar in her hand.

she walks over to the fridge where an water distillery was a part of, pushing it light alooms the fridge and the kitchen. cold water springs out and onto the mason jar. and about five seconds, an already full cup is filled the brim.

pressing her soft lips against the cold glass, y/n took big sips and gulps of the cold temperature water. it ran smooth down her throat and freezing into her body. three a.m. water was just different and better when you wake up in the middle of the night. chugging her drink, y/n swallowed last bits of it before placing it in the sink to be washed later.

using her fluffy sleeve to wipe at the water that dropped down on the side of her lip. y/n stretched her limbs a little. nights like this was simple. drink water, stretch, then head to bed. but tonight, it felt more…scary. after her stretch break, y/n looked around the kitchen and the backyard. blackened curtains hiding any view inside.

it was too quiet. more quiet than a library.

what feels like voices telling her to just go back to bed with jason and sleep till the morning sun comes. but in her gut, she felt like something wasn’t right. eyes glued onto y/n. and never leaving. her breath hitched as she tried to listen to something. just something to let her know she wasn’t overthinking it. almost like the curiosity was stopping her from going back upstairs.

that was until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist instantly.

y/n lets out a scream at the sudden attack. ready to scream out for her husband or to try and wound the person, a sleepy chuckle is heard by her ear. quick to realize who it was, y/n relaxed into the arms and chest she loved so much. “jay”, she whined out annoyed.

jason laughed, feeling mischievous at the successful attempt in scaring his wife. “sorry. why you out of bed?”, he asks her. his voice was rough and tired. he wasn’t there for that long it seems. y/n leaned her head back into the croak of his shoulder. “just thirsty was all”, she says. her hand reaches up to jason. rubbing at the side of his neck with reassurance.

“well you were taking long babe”, jason says bending his neck down to meet hers.

she lets out a giggle before biting her lip. “oh? well it wouldn’t BE taking so long if you just said yes to the mini fridge in our room”, she teases him.

jason rolled his eyes knowing his wife won’t stop pestering him about that damn mini fridge that was a good deal for a pretty good sized shape. tighting his grip on her waist, jason playfully bites her neck causing her to squeal.

wiggling away in his grip jason grinned in the crock of her neck. one of her ticklish spots that jason likes to mess with. “okay okay! im sorry. but we should of gotten it”, y/n admits truthfully. jason lets out a sigh already wanting to head up back to bed where ginger was probably in his spot by now. he gently grabs onto her sleeve, pulling away with him.

“alright I get it, you are right and I’m right. come on lets get some sleep”, he mutters to her. y/n follows jason out of the kitchen and back to the living room. she pauses, standing next to the stairs looking around the clean living room as if she was searching for something. nothing…only there was the shadow of the tree on their porch. jason noticed this.

she was paranoid. but why?

jason stands by the stairs looking at y/n and back to the empty living room. “what’s wrong?”, he asks her. he was worried. paranoid, was something y/n wasn’t like. he was. only time she would when jason was injured or not responding and has been away for days. y/n blinked furiously, shaking her head now bringing her ringed hand up to tuck in her messy hair. “nothing. nothing just making sure”, she says to him. it wasn’t nothing at all.

he slowly nodded his head still not believing her though. tugging on her sleeve to go up the stairs. y/n followed her husband, not before taking a look at the living room once more and back up to her bedroom.

“babe? baabee? babe!”

y/n turned her head in a flash to be faced with jason who was holding up two different tubs of ice cream in his hands. cookies and cream, and chocolate brownie. giving her a raised eyebrow in question, jason walked over to her with worry. “you okay?”, jason asks her placing the two tubs in the grocery cart.

no. she wasn’t.

lying straight to her husband’s face, she nodded her head with a tight lipped smile. “yea, yea just tired I guess”, y/n lies.

and that she lied to him again. jason knows. knowing her too much as much as she did about him. he looks down at her shorter height, unconvinced and waiting for his wife to tell him. something was off. “is it the nightmares again?”, he bluntly asks. y/n widened her eyes with her mouth agape shaking her head before replacing the expression into an offended one. “what? no no! im fine jay. just tired, you know? I haven’t gotten any sleep when you left”, she half lies to him.

already wanting to quick the conversation and end it just at that. y/n grabs the cookies and cream ice cream walking over to the freezer and placing it back.

on her way back to the hunk, jason had his mouth opened more offended than she was. “why you put back the cookies and cream?”.

“uh because that one isn’t good? the chocolate brownie mix has REAL brownie pieces babe” “and so does the cookies and cream!”

y/n giggled at the silly childish argument. glad the serious talk was over. she kisses jason the cheek before scrolling away with the cart with jason on her tail. “wha- babe don’t tell me you don’t love cookies and cream! the cookie parts are the best parts! stop walking woman!”, jay tries to reason with her only to be ignored.

exiting the large grocery store, jason pushed the full cart of food and necessities as y/n walked beside him hopping in her boots as she held up a long white receipt. “woah! see that babe? eighty seven dollars worth of groceries with fifty dollar worth coupons, we scammed the government”, y/n says proudly shaking the receipt in the air. jason laughed at her pushing the cart. “scamming the government by having coupons and saving money? oohhh babe you’re dangerous. someone put a wanted sign for this woman”, he teases her only to receive an small shove.

“I cracked the system babe” “oh I’m sure you did”

“well I think we did an amazing job. you know we can always save up more coupons and buy stuff for the woman’s homeless shelter? anna from next door said she would be on board with that”, y/n tells jason giving him a note to go to the homeless shelter in Gotham in a few weeks and give them some supplies. jason hummed in agreement stopping the cart as they reached the car. “want me to do the loading or you do it?” “I’ll do it, just check the back please”

her figure hops to the right of the car opening the back seat door only to be faced with a teddy bear with a red hood t-shirt on strapped in his seat. y/n smiled remembering when jay got her the cute bear as a Valentine’s Day gift. she shuts the door before moving on the passenger seat. empty. “clear!”, she yells out.

jason opens the trunk door, lifting it up he was met with a note.

a note? why the fuck is there a note in his car? it was folded into two. blank on each side. now the creeping feeling up on his spine and in his throat, anxiety pitted in his stomach. he grabs it, and as he did he opens it…

only to see a random doodle recognizing y/n’s handwriting. the drawing was of jason as a stick figure with his signature red hood helmet on with a smile and y/n and ginger drawn in a funny way. ginger had the little lamb toy in her mouth. he snorted before shoving it in his pocket. now loading up the car with the groceries.

once jason had finished loading the groceries, he grabbed the end of the cart scrolling away to put it away. y/n walks over to the passenger seat door, as she opened it she slid right in. buckling herself up she shuffled in her seat to get more comfortable as she waited for jason. a force habit she did, y/n looked up at the view mirror. her hand moved it to face her, fixing her makeup.

a pinkie slide against her glossed lips, wiping away at the corners. rubbing her lips together to smear more of the product. y/n moved the mirror back to it’s original place. and when she did, a man in a car with sunglasses and his hoodie up stares right at her.

y/n froze.

staring back at the man through the mirror, she could see he was parked right behind them. the man had stains on his hoodie, they were dark and moist looking. his hands were bloodied. eyes were bloodshot. beard unshaven and uneven. what terrified y/n more, the clown mask laying on his dashboard.

clown…clown…

he didn’t blink. all he did was stare. just staring. so deep into her eyes and into her soul.

her fingers grip onto the arm rest. the staring contest between them two was intense. it was almost like he was there, for her.

the drivers door opens fo reveal jason who ruffled his hair messily. “ehh do we still have any hair dye babe? …babe?”, jason looked at y/n. he watched as she stared not at him but at the mirror facing the back.

“jay…that guy is staring…”, she whispers.

jason shoots up but not enough to alert the watching man, slowly he sits in his seat leaning back. he turns his head to the rear view mirror, trying to get an angle of who was staring at his wife so creepily. not seeing anything, y/n made a call to let him know where. “the car right behind us…”, she says.

but before jason could take a proper view of the said man, y/n watched from mirror as the man moved quickly and drove off.

y/n groaned disappointed. jason looked at her as she fell in his seat relaxed now and not so tense. “he’s gone…”.

ready to comfort her, she continued. “he was right there jay, he just stared at him like a fucking creep”. jason reached over letting his hand rest on her cheek rubbing slowly to comfort her.

“what’s his description”, he states. his tone was serious and cautious. knowing tonight he was going to lock his doors, put on the security system on and get a gun out in case. y/n sighed, taking a minute.

she felt like somebody’s watching her.

“I- he, can I just tell you when we get home? I just want to go…”, she whispers. the hand on her cheek slides to her hands, jason gave her a firm grip before nodding. “yea, of course…I’ll just tell Samuel to keep watch of any passes by the gate”, jason consoles her. y/n breathed out heavily nodding in agreement.

jason let go of y/n to turn on the engine, having the radio play a familiar song y/n has grown to love dear to her heart. and a song jason would say he thinks of his wife when he hears this..

“The day the music died

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but~”

“perfect timing”, y/n muttered under breath sarcastically. jason grinned a little in agreement. normally y/n would start singing along, but after being stared at by a dude who has a clown mask in his car was something she was more shaken up by. her intuition knew she was being watched. something she always, always trusts.

but how DO you really keep someone safe?

you don’t, not when different pair of eyes are on you. but not just on you, but those you love when you leave every few weeks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: hi loves! so I rewatch black widow and this song has been stuck in my head for a while so why not. and I do have some sad intentions with this song by the way so be prepared! im sorry i wasn’t as active yesterday! i was hungover and threw up 💀 but since i saw one of my loves say they would love a secret wife!reader might as well write this! I hope you all enjoy let me know if you would want a second part!

BINX

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

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

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER THREE: HELLO IN-LAWS.

summary: aftermath of joker’s men attacking the todd household, y/n is hesitant to meet her in-laws after a promise she made with Jason. her life now changing all in one night because her and the infamous red hood are married. and how does joker know about y/n?

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE X SISTER IN LAW READER (PLATONIC),

WARNING: GORE. DEAD BODIES. VOMITING. CURSING.

previously || next

WHATS THE WORST WAY YOU COULD SUFFER?

BY REMEMBERING WHAT THEY DID TO YOU.

OVER AND OVER.

“you completely obliterated him…”

the three of them stood above the unidentifiable man that wore the familiar clown mask, dried blood pooled below him with bits of brain spilled out. y/n turned her head up to her husband who stared down at the man’s body with furrowed eyebrows. DAMIAN, was leaning against the hallway wall seemingly looking disgusted and bored. it was now early in the morning.

two hours after the intruders came inside the house trying to kidnap y/n. and now there was two dead men and one unconscious who was strapped securely down in the garage.

unknowingly, jason didn’t know what to do. he needed to think. some quiet. that’s why he hasn’t said anything for two hours leaving y/n more concerned about her husband’s well being.

“we don’t have time for this”, damian sighs out with boredom.

he was right. they got to move before anything else happens. after y/n went to talk to police and confirm it was a misunderstanding, both jason and damian went to remove the dead man that had y/n first till ginger got him. removing the unconscious guy that strangled her as well, deciding to take him to bruce and get information. so what their doing right now? looming over a unidentifiable jokers henchmen who’s head was caved in with blood all over the carpet with his brains spraying the walls with a bloodied baseball bat on the floor.

jason really went in on him. the clown mask made an indent from the brutal hits he gave him. it sticked closely into the man’s skull only leaving a shell. as you can see, y/n knows her husband is a violent vigilante, but she didn’t expect this to be honest. you can’t even see anything left of the henchman. y/n bits down on her thumb waiting for jason to say something instead of just staring at the body.

she takes in a deep inhale breath, her hand coming up to her throat feeling the soreness and throbbing from previously being strangled earlier this morning. the bruises were going to be a bitch to hide later. y/n quickly moves her hand away from her throat wiping it on her sweater she put on to cover the bruises from her neighbors. “okay, okay. we need to move the body now jay”, y/n says to her husband yet he still stayed silent.

y/n looks at him, only to be met with the same blank stare he had on the entire morning. using her index finger she gives him a slight poke on his bicep. “jay? jason?”, she calls to him.

ah shit. here he does it again.

damian rolls his emerald green eyes seeing his incompetent brother, looking down at his feet he sees the well trained pup he grew fond, ginger whined lowly sensing the low tension. pushing himself off from the wall, damian walks over to his sister in-law and his older brother.

he looks at his brother than at the dead body in front of them, damian’s foot kicks at the man’s side before scoffing away. “we need to leave now todd. if we don’t get moving who knows what will in greatly happens to your wife”, damian annoyingly tells jason who side eyed him. stomping away still clad in his robin costume damian sets himself down the stairs leaving the husband and wife alone.

pinching the skin between her eyebrows y/n sniffled ready to grab an arm and help her husband remove the body. now she wasn’t all aboard on the decision but she wanted to help her husband. “he’s right. come on jay, help me with him”, she grunts slowly getting down in a squat to grab the man. jason raised a single eyebrow in question.

“uh what are you doing?”, he asks her moving over to stop her actions of even touching the man.

y/n sighs, not ready to argue even after what just happened early this morning. “jay…not the time just help me with him”, she groans. her hand grips onto the cold hand of the clown masked man.

jason rubs his face in frustration along his hair, driving it messily. hairs sticking into different places now. “babe. babe. let me handle it”, he mutter lightly shoving her hands away from the cold body. y/n closed her eyes, feeling a wash of nausea and an odd wave of heat. the burning sensation from her stomach to her throat. her cheeks puff out with a gag, the back of her hand smacks against her lips. jason looked at his wife with worry, “y/n? hey you okay?”.

his scarred hand reaches out onto her back lightly rubbing it. swallowing the disgusting acidic bile creeping from her throat y/n nodded. a pit in her stomach. “yea…”, she says lightly gasping for some air.

now prepping herself on shaky legs like a newborn baby deer, a sense of dizziness washes over her. y/n groans at the feeling falling over on her right side only for jason mutter a ‘shit babe’ and grab her arm.

jason throws her arm around his waist to steady his pale-looking wife. “come on let’s go to the bathroom”, he says to her. quick but carefully he leads them to the their shared bathroom. he could hear her gagging and sounds of bile coming up but her swallowing it. he’s been there before. and it’s ass.

successfully leading the two of them in the bathroom without his wife throwing up her guts. jason gently laid her by the toilet, luckily a soft white rug sat near it.

lifting up the lid of the porcelain toilet y/n leaned straight into the toilet now letting out the acid and spicy un-digested food. a sound of slush smacks agains the bottom and of the water. she lets out gag than a hard cough, tears rolled down her cheeks. jay’s hand rubs up and down smoothly down her back watching her. her breathing is quick and loud, staring down at the chicken wings and root beer mess. sitting by the toilet for a full minute blankly staring at it. jason leaned down to make eye contact with her. “you done? want me to get you water?”, he whispers gently to her.

perfectly timing, y/n said “nope”.

and straight back into the porcelain toilet she vomits once again. this time is was more than the last. “sorry”, jason apologies as he had jinxed it.

y/n shakily reaches a hand up to the flusher, pressing firmly looking down at the food swirl down. “ew.”

she mutters, her vision clear but feeling more ill than ever. a sharp pain in her head signaling a newly formed headache. her index and middle finger rubs at the temples of her head. she really needed to lie down. “what’s wrong”, jason asks her.

he sits himself down next to her by the toilet. his comfort consists of rubbing her arm and back, leaning her body onto his still shirtless chest. “baby?”, he worriedly asks brushing away pieces of her messy hair. y/n shakes her head, grabbing a piece of toilet paper beside her to wipe the residue from the corners of her lips.

“i just need to lie down right now..”, y/n huffs. “maybe clean up too”, she continues on giving jason a little tap with her finger on his arm.

jason’s eyes softened at the sight of his sick wife. he’s never seen her like this not even when the flu comes. always brushing it off and continuing on working in the separate rooms that contained her art. already knowing she will fight with on this, jason nodded reluctantly.

“alright beautiful. come on let’s get you up. do you want me to take you to the bed?”, jason questions helping her back on her feet.

“no no im fine jay. you and damian handle it. you guys know better than I do anyways”, y/n sighs defeated. she slowly walks over to the sink, wanting to brush her teeth and overall clean up. turning on the faucet of the sink as water pours out, jason walks over to her looking at through the mirror. her hands cup into a bowl letting water flow out. she pressed her mouth fo her hands taking a sip swishing around her teeth and gums. before spitting out the dirty water.

jason looks up and down at her body, his heart drops every time his eyes land on the bruises that asshole gave her.

large hands wrap around her hip leaning in towards y/n and pressing a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “okay..I’ll check in on you later okay? once we’re done I’ll start packing our stuff and we’ll leave. okay?”, he explains to her. her body leans up to look at jason from the mirror, both of their eyes connecting. shutting her eyes to stop the dizziness, y/n reopened them giving him a small thumbs up. almost afraid if she talked more she would vomit again. jason pressed his lips into a tight smile, he moves away y/n giving her a slight pat on her butt now walking away from the bathroom.

y/n watched as jason leaves her alone. his head was down before he disappears closing the door behind him. she felt her shoulders droop down with a short exhale. cleaning herself up, y/n used her fingers to brush their her messy hair. looking somewhat presentable.

she bends down to the three white drawers under the sink, opening the bottom one quick to find some floss. until she froze.

and in her sight was a neatly organized pack, of pads and tampons.

a sense of dread and panic digs it’s way into her heart to her stomach once again. the sight made her gasp silently. thinking back to her last menstruation. her increased appetite earlier when she ate all of those chicken wings jason made. the feeling sick. the vomiting. and it all just happened. she hasn’t had any of the symptoms until jason came. the last time her and jason had sex, was…

“oh fuck…”, she panicks.

it’s now 10:24, and in those past few house all that jason and damian had done was removing the dead bodies of joker’s men. going to have to call someone about that. right now, jason scrubbed at the lighten color of the once darkened blood on the carpet flooring.

as jason scrubbed away furiously with different cleaning supplies, he starts to feel frustrated. thinking back to how in the fuck did joker find him and his wife. no way in hell someone followed him. he was always fucking careful. wasn’t he? lost in his train of thought still scrubbing, damian creeped up behind jason holding few pieces of jewelry in hand. in his gloved hands, is a necklace and some earrings. the ones y/n makes and sells to customers.

“you’re wife makes jewelry?”, damian asks his brother with some kind of snarky attitude.

turning his head towards where damian stood by the doorway of y/n’s ‘office’, jason narrows his eyes at his younger brother. glaring at him for a few seconds than he turns back to the blood stain.

“not just jewelry, she paints”, the older brother says to him with disinterest.

you may think, damian is probably being a dick to his sister in-law. he wasn’t. he was just curious. just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like an imbecile. his bold eyebrows raised at his brother turning his head to the dangling jewelry. interesting it was. wondering how they managed to afford this house besides jason.

damian curiously asks him, “why? i would imagine she would work at the gotham art gallery or at any fine jewelry store”.

“it helps her anxiety. and no, she doesn’t want those rich people bidding her art, says it’s stupid when you should appreciate and love the art the artist provides”, jason rambles on quoting y/n who would rant over and over when a random rich asshole would want to buy her art and say ‘it would look create for decoration’. only wanting to know her price and not her story.

‘eat the rich. fuck the rich. no offense babe’

her words echoing in his head when y/n angrily watched something on the news that made her feel a certain way. and of course, the ‘no offense babe’ directed at jason who looked at her with amusement.

hearing the quoting words from jason, damian looked rather impressed. his lips pursed with his bold eyebrows raised. “mhm. she sounds and looks quite opinionated”, damian sort of compliments his sister in-law. jason grinned, damn right she is. the blood was most of almost gone, deciding to just call someone to clean up jason stops his actions of cleaning. throwing the scrubbing tool beside him along with the rest of the cleaning supplies. feeling his bones crack as he gets up from the floor, jason pulls out his cell phone from his sweatpants pocket.

the light flashes at him, showing messages from dick and bruce a few hours ago when him and y/n were in the bathtub. the messages and calls were all glaring at him. he skims through the messages.

DICKHEAD

jay, you might want to come down here

it’s important.

you might know this woman.

jay?

pick up ASAP.

I’m not joking. jay?

dude pick up now.

B.

we need you down here.

Gordon has some questions.

it’s the JOKER.

the capitalized name sent a pit in his stomach as he read the messages. what about the joker? the clown already sent men on his wife. so what was it. why. why his wife? damian turned his attention away from the jewelry to see Jason’s hand clenched into a fist. one that looks like it could draw blood. and in his other hand, his phone. meaning he finally saw the messages grayson and his father had sent.

“i see you received the messages”, damian says unamused. his eyes narrowed daggers at him.

jason’s eyes darkened, he feels his breathing quicken in anger and fear. the grip on his phone tightens. “you knew? you knew and you didn’t say anything?”, jason lowly asks damian.

“you didn’t answer. of course I knew. like I told you father sent me to find you. not you’re wife. and firstly I didn’t know she was your wife until I did a slight snooping in the house and through her background check”, damian’s fist grips the jewelry smoothly putting them in his pocket.

that little shit.

his booming footsteps move to damian who stood his ground, “and yet joker is now after her. why?”.

damian shrugged his smaller broad shoulders unknown to the reason. “that is something we all have to discuss with father. I suggest you tell him who she is to you. father doesn’t like secrets”, damian raised an amused grin letting it fall after. jason really wants to strangle him now.

he, himself could feel a headache coming in. great now both him and his wife could be twins with headaches. his breathes frustrated through his nose with his mouth scrunched up, “okay..”, jason whispers. shoving his cell phone roughly to damian’s chest, he walks over to the bedroom door grasping the handle. “you call the contact name john. tell him ill send in the money today. call bruce and say we’ll be there this evening”, jason explains already opening the door. damian felt his eye twitch of being ‘bossed’ around even though he shouldn’t. he is thirteen almost fourteen for goodness sake. he was practically a man. rolling his eyes, he opens jason’s phone going through his contacts. “why do I always have to do it myself?”, he mutters annoyed under his breath.

laying on the cold morning bed was y/n who sprawled out like a star fish on both sides of the bed. only the side of her side was turned to her right for some air. she slept peacefully. only for her eyes to open when she heard the bedroom door open. ginger laid next to y/n with saddened eyes. walking in the room, jason sadly smiled at the sight of his wife and ginger cuddled up. he shuts the door carefully pacing himself to the bed. sitting on the edge of the bed since that was the only space y/n gave him.

y/n peeks from her one eye to see jason looking at her with a small smile. “hey baby, how you feeling?”, he asks her with whispered words. his hand rubs the back of her leg.

a rumbled groan in response to her husband who stifled a little laugh. “like poop. are we going?”, y/n asks him lazily lifting herself up by her elbows. “yea just need to pack some stuff than we leave”, about to get up to go inside the bathroom and closet y/n already had beat him to it with different duffel bags and luggage sitting by the bathroom door. “already did. now come on before more of those circus clown assholes comes back”, y/n says groggily.

shifting from the bed her legs swung over to the edge. now wearing a pair of jason’s favorite victoria secret leggings and an oversized black sweater with her hair thrown in a ponytail. she waddles tiredly to the door with ginger who quickly runs over to her side not giving jason a chance to say anything. deciding to go along with his wife’s choice, an long exasperated “alright..” carrying the large bags over.

“uh fuck that”, y/n says with a hint of sarcasm.

she looked at jason with fake amusement, her eyes open at the plan her husband just told her in the car. jason huffed at his wife’s attitude. damian was in the back with ginger who looked rather excited to be in the car. the pup loves car-rides. the young boy watches, back and forth as the two argued. “we don’t have anywhere else to go y/n”, jason says tiredly turning the steering wheel.

“so we can’t go to the safehouse?” “no, they might of found it by now”

y/n smacks her face harshly, her hand slides down from her eye down to her cheek feeling agitated. “so you want us, as me and you, to go to the Wayne manor and what tell them ‘hey bruce just letting you know I have a wife I never told you about. sorry bruce next time I’ll invite you for a real wedding’”, she says with a mocking jason’s deep voice.

jason snorted hearing her with a fake man voice. “more like we will invite alfred fo the quote on quote ‘real’ wedding babe”.

“may I ask why you chose not to tell us todd? im sure everyone would of been delighted to hear you settled down and not chose a tramp as a bride”, damian practically and almost innocently asks jason from the back seat. y/n perks up hearing the word ‘tramp’, her eyebrows furrowed before slowly turning to damian with an lively smile. “tramp? oh thank you damian for not thinking of me as such”, y/n thanked her brother in-law with her hand pressed against her heart.

the said brother-in-law lifted his eyebrow giving a curt nod not sensing the joke in her thankfulness. “oh you’re quite welcome l/n. unlike artemis, you are more well mannered and aren’t as barbaric as she is”, he bluntly says slow blinking at her.

y/n’s smile drops at an unknown name she wasn’t as familiar with expect only when jason would mention him and the outlaws.

feeling himself freeze as he drove…jason cringed. he could feel y/n’s head slowly turn to him like those creepy dolls. her heated glare had daggers stabbing him. y/n crossed her arms, leaning back against the seat. her eyebrows furrowed as she death stared at him.

ginger stopped looking at the window and at her mom who flared angrily at her dad. smelling the anger and the fear radiating off the two of them. the cute pup grumbled sounding like an ‘uh oh’. she knows that anger. the same one whenever she does something she isn’t supposed to. the dog scoots further next to damian who watched with a slight smirk.

the car stops at a red light in the busy city of gotham. citizens walk by and cabs speed past. you can feel the different types of air between open parts of gotham and with the city. jason taps his finger against the leather wheel, from the corner of his eye he could see an angry wife glaring at him. he turns his head to only jump at the sight. y/n slowly moved towards jason in her seat. “who is this Artemis, again jason? last time I remembered you said she was a co-worker”.

oh yea he’s fucked.

WAYNE MANOR, was fucking huge. it was the biggest house she has been to. and it was her father in-laws. she stands next to ginger, her fingers gripping the collar gently but played with the fabric. the front door was right there. getting out of the car was jason and damian would argued quietly. not quiet enough for y/n who could hear them bicker. “this is such a bad idea…”, she mumbled.

“it’s not a bad idea. you’re just scared to meet batman himself”, jason comes up from behind her. his hand resting itself on her hip pulling her along. y/n made a hesitant sound mixed with a fake laugh. “well when you know that batman is bruce wayne you practically share a family secret making me MORE a target”, she grits her teeth at jason with a fake smile. now moving up to the steps leading to the front door y/n feels more anxiously. her nails dug into jason’s arm.

before jason could even knock on the door, it opened itself. revealing the grandfather figure for jason, ALFRED PENNYWORTH. there was many times her husband would talk fondly about alfred. saying he was the most kindest, wisest man he ever knew. having a short amount of time with him was the best part along with bruce. even though till later on jason never went back to see them again. when he was full of anger and resentment. you could say now he was better. the same stoic look y/n always imagined him having, alfred looked down at y/n and jason with his hands behind his back.

“ah, master jason. it’s a pleasure to see you again after these past couple of days”, alfred greets him.

his full attention onto y/n who waved at him awkwardly and shrunk under his stoic look. “ah, and who might you be”, alfred asks her. immediately y/n cringed remembering that no one knows who she is at all. about to answer, damian pops up from behind them. “pennyworth”, the young boy greets the butler.

“ah there you are master damian. glad to see you have found master jason. do come in, i hope you three haven’t had any lunch yet”, he says leading all of them inside the huge manor.

and inside the insanely humongous manor, everything was so neat. and nice. and well expensive looking. ‘I’m too broke for this’, y/n thought inside of her head just by looking at everything. “I would assume you have your belongings are still in the car?”, alfred turns his body over with a whitened eyebrow raised.

“yea actually, and heads up alfie there’s a dude in the trunk. set him up for interrogation”, jason says taking off his leather jacket that was now folded than setting it down gently on the couch. not questioning the last of his sentence, alfred nods. what sounds like incoming voices from the left of the center of the manor, jason turned his head seeing it was dick and bruce who were conversing with low voices. “that is a big ass staircase”, he could hear y/n whisper to him pointing at the polished stairs in front of them.

approaching the room dick speaks with a hushed tone and moving his hands dramatically. all the while bruce stayed quiet listening to his eldest son talk. stopping in his tracks, bruce sees the same woman who’s face was plastered on the building last night made by the joker. “like why this- what?”, dick asks. quick to follow his stare, dick jumps up seeing jason and the woman with a dog by her side.

and damian would walked around the two before leaning off to the kitchen.

“jay! where you been? you get my texts?”, dick stride over to where jason stood. his hands moving up and down as dick questions him further on his whereabouts. the taller man closes his eyes, already just wanting to get to the problem here. “I sent like a crap ton of messages! and who is this”, finally knowledge that she was right there looking at one of her brother in-laws she had yet to meet till now.

“I would second that”, bruce says walking next to dick staring down at y/n who slightly cowered under him.

oh, god i feel like throwing up again… y/n could feel bile once again creeping up. she didn’t even eat so the possibility of her vomiting again was a 50/50. her hand subconsciously lands on her stomach rubbing it as she huffs her cheeks a bit. noticing this, jason picks her up in his arms fully. “babe?”, he asks her worriedly. y/n groaned softly waving him off. shit. jason immediately leads his wife away from everybody in seeing his wife overwhelmed. “okay let’s go to the kitchen, I got you”, he whispers into her ear. heading straight to the kitchen, ginger whined pawing at y/n’s leg. dick, alfred and bruce trailed behind the two of them.

jason carefully placed y/n beside the sink quickly turning it watching as the water flows. beside the sink was a dishes rack, a clean tall glass sitting there. he grabs before putting it under the sink water, waiting for the water to fill up the glass. pushing down the sink handle, jason hands her the water. y/n leans back with a disgusted look on her face. “from the sink really?”, she asks him.

his face deadpans at her comment, “drink the damn water”.

sighing she takes the water in her hands taking a slow long sip. feeling slightly better than earlier.

dick looking more confused than ever in seeing the interaction, he asks the million dollar question “so are you not going to tell us who she is or can I guess?”. jason glares at dick who raised up his hand in defense.

jason exhales, his hand back to rubbing y/n’s back knowing it sort of helps her. without looking at them he says, “she’s my wife”.

what sounded like a pin drop, dick had his mouth open in shock. bruce just had his arms crossed with an single eyebrow raised at jason. alfred looked a little surprised if he would say so himself. whether or not to believe it they never seen jason look more serious. especially displaying affection towards his said wife who was gulping down on sink water. they could see the wedding ring adorning her finger.

dick stuttered before huffing with a slight shocked chuckle, he turns his head towards bruce still had a cold look before turning towards y/n and jason. “I- you- welcome to the family?”, dick greets y/n with a timid smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! here is chapter three! I hope you all enjoy this! and huge thank you to everyone who has grown to love this. big smooch to you my loves! stay safe and chapter four will be on it’s way!

BINX

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

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FOUR : GUESS OUR QUESTIONS ARE HIDDEN SECRETS THEMSELVES.

SUMMARY: it takes a toll on jason to find nothing about joker’s target on his wife’s life. y/n struggles to come to terms if she is with child or not, the topic of children is brought up once again.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X FEM!READER, DAMIAN WAYNE, BRUCE WAYNE, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE

WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF STALKING, TORTURE JUST A LITTLE I GUESS??,

previously || next

UH OH, LOOKS LIKE THE SECRET IS OUT!

NOW HOW WILL YOU HIDE HER?

YOU CAN’T, THEY ARE ALWAYS A STEP FORWARD.

“you’re wife?” “yes…my wife”

DICK, has asked that question at least ten times. he was doubting his little brother. mean, he just never expected for his brother settle down. everyone expects for the eldest in the family to have a family by now. don’t get him wrong he is happy for jaybird. but how in the hell did he manage to hide this for that long? dick grayson is a fucking cop!

in the batcave stood all the brothers along with BRUCE and ALFRED who stared at jason as he explained to them of his marriage with his wife. speaking of his wife, sat in the big chair that bruce would sit whenever he was searching or whatever Batman duties. and in that chair, y/n spun herself. it twirled quick for her liking. acting like she had not being vomiting her guts out an hour ago, y/n pushes herself by her foot. spinning in her father in-laws chair.

just a few inches away from her was ginger lazily playing with titus, DAMIAN’S cute dog who already had gotten attached to her baby. the pup playfully bites Titus who remained laying on his side unbothered by the behavior. jason bored, stared at his brother. “…you’re wife?”, dick asks once more. his patience was wearing thin right now.

“for fuck sake, yes his wife dick! we get it!”, tim scrolls in wearing his red robin costume just looking as much irritated as jason.

TIM DRAKE, third robin of the bat family. in his hands was a cup of coffee and some files in the other. dick dramatically throws his hands in the air pointing at jason who still stared at him, “I- come on tim! you have to admit you didn’t expect jason to be married”. tim sighed, no offense but he didn’t really care. he was happy for jason but not when his sister in-law is in danger. some people may forget, him and jay share common things. both smart, taken in by bruce, became robin…and joker.

there it was. that one, little big spot on the huge trauma in their minds and soul. joker. that clown-fuck both gave them heartbreaking trauma. both of them have the right to struggle and want to kill him.

“look as much as I-“ tim gets cut off by bruce who steps forward “we have more important matters in our hands now. a family member is in danger. y/n…”

at the mention of her name, y/n stops spinning in the huge chair. using her foot to slowly spin and look at the rest of everybody. she perked up seeing bruce looking at her. humming in response she sat quietly in her seat. “do you have anybody who would know of your relationship with Jason? someone who would know he is red hood?”, bruce starts to question his daughter in-law. thinking to herself for a moment, y/n shakes her head. “no one, i don’t really talk to anybody nor have close friendships beside jason”, she explains. tim sets down his cup of coffee next to y/n and walks over to bruce handing his the cream colored files.

“certainly isn’t anybody she knows. looks like joker has been watching jason for a while now”, tim states telling everybody his theory. opening the cream files to find street cameras of different men that was clear they were jokers men following jason or in the corners watching. hearing tim’s words, jason was quick to walk over to where bruce stood. himself grabbing the pictures in his hands, growing more and more worried as he sees the angles and how close all of them were to him. jason, got sloppy.

tim had his hands on his hips just above his belt, “now if we want to keep going and see what joker’s next plan is, I suggest we wake up and talk to clown junior” he suggests.

“clown junior?”, dick asks with his eyebrows raised at the dumb nickname tim gave joker’s henchman. “more like the poltergeist toy clown”, he says.

bruce than flips to the photos him and dick had taken at the scene from earlier of last night. taking his moment to look at it, bruce hands it to jason who gladly held it in his hands. “what is this?”, jay questions his father. “where you should of been that night if you answered your phone”, bruce says slightly coldly. and upon jason’s view, is a huge photo of y/n’s face on a building. joker left his message loud and clear for him specifically. jason took a minute, analyzing and skimming around at the message. he breathes through his nose shakily. y/n sees jason’s changed behavior, her eyes consist of concern. “jay? what is it?”, she asks him getting up from the comfy chair and walks over to him.

jason shakes his head hiding the evidence holding it close to his chest. “no”, he repeats stepping back away from his wife. y/n stops in her tracks, “why not? let me see jay”, she insists. stubborn as he is, jason refuses to show her the pictures. bruce steps in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you have to show her son…”, he tries to reason with him.

“no no he knows bruce”, he grits his teeth sending his father a glare.

y/n crosses her arms firmly switching her attention between both jason and bruce. “okay we get it he knows, let me see the damn photo”, she hisses snatching the photo out of jason’s hand catching his off guard.

it was her turn to see what the fuss was about. freezing completely, her face stared right back at her through the photo. joker’s message made her skin crawl. goosebumps creep along her arm. beside her, y/n could hear jason ask tim if there was anything or any clues. “how the fuck does he know?”, she asks the room. all of them turned towards her, “it could be when they followed jason is what im guessing” tim says.

disagreeing with what tim had said jason shakes his head pointing right at the photos in his hands. “there is no way in hell he could know, I was always careful”, jason says with anger in his voice.

what sounds like a scoff coming from the farther right of the cave is damian carrying treats in his hands. his typical scowling look he always wore, “not careful enough”. a warning of ‘Damian’ coming from bruce who gave him a look. the robin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “if you were really careful, he wouldn’t of been able to find you and l/n”, he says what sounds truthfully to himself.

ready to go and get up in damian’s space, jason threw the evidence on the floor angrily stomping over to him. till dick was quick enough to step in between them with jason looking like he wanted to rip someone in half and damian looked unfazed. “woah woah before, you two start fighting. i think, personally, it’s not Jason’s fault. two, enough with the blaming damian…right now we need to think fast just like tim said”, he tries to reason already wanting to just skip to the plan. y/n tears her eyes away from the haunting photo. her attention onto her brother in-laws and jason. “he’s right. before we know it he could know where I am, so might as well get started and interview that clown asshole”.

jason sighs, knowing she was right. stepping away from dick and damian, he looks to y/n than to bruce. “so? what’s the plan?”, he questions him.

below a dimmed light sits joker’s henchman still unconscious. his hands wrapped tightly behind him with rope along his stomach and feet around a chair. the clown masked man’s head lolls forward, his body feeling as if it was the most comfortable position ever. a strong welled fist hits him square and straight on his cheek. the hit was hard enough to awaken up brutally. he groans, head pushes back in the chair. he felt dazed and lightheaded. his spit pooled under his mask, blood mixed in. looking around where he was, his vision slightly blurred. but he could see that he was in a clear glass box, with no doors just empty. “wha-what? where the fuck am I?”, he questions confused.

and just behind him, was jason dressed as red hood. on the outside he looked cool and collected, but in the inside..he was fuming. “hey! what the f-“, he yells out in fear. a cold metal presses against his temple causing him to quieten feeling the familiar touch of a gun. the man could hear an robotic voice breathes deeply beside his ear. “shut up”, jason says with venom in his voice.

jason could feel him practically soiling his pants. it didn’t take long for the henchman to realize who was behind me right now. everyone knows who red hood is. and boy, does everyone shit their pants more than seeing batman himself.

“now, if you cooperate I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much. and if you don’t, a bullet will be in your fucking head”, jason darkly says.

not far from where he was holding the man in the glass cell was everyone in another part of the cave watching on the monitor. y/n watched with anxiety making a pit in her stomach nibbling on her fingers. she may be married to jason, but doesn’t mean she had yet to really see RED HOOD himself. it was odd to see knowing how jason is without the attire. of course they are different. but doesn’t mean she was afraid of him. beside her, was dick, bruce and damian in their costumes watching on as jason interrogates the henchman.

and for dick, he felt hesitant to let this go on. if that man says one wrong thing, who knows what jason would pick. torture him immensely or kill him. and that’s what dick doesn’t want him to do nor bruce. damian, we’ll be certainly wouldn’t mind either. and tim who stood off to the side looking through papers and files taking a fair share of coffee sips.

“this is a bad idea”, y/n says eyes still glued onto the screen.

a small sigh of agreement from dick who had his arms crossed, “agreed”.

“are you sure todd is the right person for this interrogation father?”, damian asks bruce. the batman himself stayed quiet.

jason rounds in a small circle around the tied up man before standing in front of him. his tall and muscular figure blocking his whole vision. his blank stare of his helmet looks down at him. “so, why the woman?”.

the clown mask stares back at him, echoes of laughter filling his ears. “i-i don’t know”, he says. SMACK! head now turned to the right from the bruising punch he just received.

“fuck! what the fu-“, a hand grips onto the man’s shirt. the grip was tight and angry, pulling him forward the robes rubbed against bare skin. a shaky breath upon being face to face with the vigilante. “no. you do know. don’t fuck with me now or you’re dead”.

“please! I don’t know alright! he wouldn’t tell us- AHHH!”, BANG! a wounded hole in the man’s thigh, blood squirts out spraying the floor and the man’s shirt. his leg shakes from the intense pain. almost zombish, jason stared down at the withering man. no single remorse. criminals like this were always so stupid. “what part of don’t fuck with me now did you not understand sweet tooth?”, jason snarks with the gun in his hand.

“it’s a twisted metal reference”, y/n tells everyone in the room. feeling glad she got her husband’s somewhat funny joke. only to be met with silence, mostly because no one understood what she was talking about. her lips going into a tight smile shrinking behind bruce’s chair.

his other unoccupied hand reaches behind him from his pocket, pulling out a crumbled photo. unfolding it and smoothing it out nicely jason holds it up in front of joker’s henchman, lightly dangling it. “now…why her? and why does joker want her?”, he breathes out pointing at a photo of y/n. the man whimpered, his loosened breathing turns into hyperventilating quick. the chair squeaks under the weight. brown eyes stare back into the whites of red hood’s helmet, they looked dead to him. the clown mask moves shaking back and forth, “he, he said something about robin. said robin found himself an ‘Apple pie’ life. I-I- don’t know what he meant by that”.

bingo.

jason steps forward with the photo still dangled in front of him, “what else?”.

the man cowers fearfully in his chair shaking like a scared chihuahua. “um I- something about having some fun with her. he mentioned-“ he takes a hardy gulp “that he’s been watching you for a while now. look,I don’t know his full plans man!”, he rambled. it wasn’t good enough for jason.

the feeling of frustration creeps inside jason, knowing that this asshole knows more to the story and what joker is planning. “you’re lying, if you won’t tell me ill fucking kill you right now”, jason says trying to keep himself calm with a clench of his jaw. the man freezes, whether it be from he got caught lying and trying to cover up for his ‘boss’ or the fact his life was threatened by the hands of Gotham’s most feared vigilante. he stared back at the white eyes of the helmet, behind him whether his hands are tied he grips onto the rope. “please I said I don’t know! I swear! the only people who do know is the other guys! please don’t kill me!”, he pleads more.

blood pours thickly from his wound spilling onto the once cleaned floor that alfred had cleaned up.

a blank stare. no spoken words. just silence. jason stands up straight, staring down at the man for about ten seconds before gripping onto the photo of his wife and clutching it into a fist. the now ruined photo bloodied as jason laid more hits on the man’s face over and over. from his face, stomach, chest, legs. and what gave jason the satisfaction was the pain the man let out when jason dug the end of his gun inside of his gunshot wound on his thigh.

it dug deeper and deeper. bits of flesh and blood spills out as the end of his gun dug it’s way inside.

restrained arms and legs shaken from the torturing pain, his screams pierced the entire cell. everyone else could hear them without the monitors. from under that clown mask was his saliva and drool pooling out from his screams. “please! I don-“, he gets cut off once jason firmly pressed his gun inside hitting the bone of his thigh. the continued screams leaving jason unfazed all the while y/n watched in horror. her eyes widened in shock, cringing at the sounds of flesh and blood spilling. she wanted to look away, but the curiosity is what made her stay. it scared her for sure yes.

tim did his very best to not look at the screen feeling it was better to just pretend nothing was going on and read the files gordon had sent over. dick, well he was doing the same what y/n was doing. watching in horror and cringing with closed eyes. “okay pull him out”, dick says to bruce.

“no”, he says.

dick looks at bruce with widened eyes pointing at the screen of jason torturing the bastard. “do you see this? he’s going to kill him bruce!”, now gesturing to y/n who turned away from the monitor back facing it. “you see?! even his wife can’t look at this now pull him out!”, he yells out.

if you think that was worse of what jason’s torturing was, well, not until jason pulled out his gun from the man’s thigh…slowly. jason could see flashbacks when he was being tortured himself by joker.

god, the pain…may not be compared to this shit.

but doesn’t beat the torture for hours.

without even a second thinking, jason stopped his gun only leaving a few inches inside of the thigh. before firing once more, deep in the bone. going through. the most blood watering scream jason had ever heard in a while. “you son of a bitch!”, the man screams out taking heaved breathes along pained whimpers looking down at the bleeding wound.

“not really, she was an addict though”, jason says nonchalantly.

his gun moves away from the now bullet-holed leg and onto the clown masked man’s forehead. brown eyes stare deep into the hole on the gun, he tenses in seeing it. “any last words sweet tooth?”, jason says ready to fire.

“fuck you, you motherfucke-“

and ready he was. ready to kill this asshole and be done with it. only for bruce’s voice to rang through his helmet. “jason. don’t.”

pausing, he thinks back to all the times bruce would tell him he’s too reckless. to this. to that. “yea well I don’t care what you say”, jason muttered. back to wanting to kill this clown asshole, bruce says once last thing that did make jason stop from killing this man. “it’s y/n…”

fuck, he had forgotten that she was also watching from the cameras and sees the horrors jason had done. something he forbade her from seeing this side of him. jason stared at the man, who let out gurgling what sounds to be blood and spit. gritting his teeth, he lowered the gun. breathing through his nose, he slowly placed his red stained gun back into his holster. already walking backwards still staring at the man.

a chuckle, a chuckle of stained amusement and blood. breathing was ragged and rough from the screaming of torture. “knew you were always chicken-shit. joker will get your girl. don’t know why but she sure is a pretty little thang”, he taunts jason. stopping his backing away to the cell doors, jason stops of hearing the disgusting remark about his wife. the man lets out laughter, almost sounded like his.

“that’s right…we know she’s your girl. say hi to her for me”, he proceeds to taunt him more and more.

now, from what he didn’t expect was for THE RED HOOD, to knock him out completely. losing consciousness once more. it didn’t take long for jason to attack him. not really. he beats the henchman, one, two, three, four and five hits in jason steps back. rage full breathes and grunts, his fist was freshly bruised along bloodied. god, he hated the smell of it. he steps away from the battered up man before stomping off with heavy boots. the cell doors open willingly before closing off, sealed off once jason leaves.

the bat cave was silent.

heavy tension filled the cave with some screeches from above from the bats that hung sleeping peacefully. all of them were waiting on jason to arrive, expect for y/n and ginger. bruce still sat at his chair, dick was leaning against the monitor table, damian and tim just looked at each other from the awkwardness in the room. and once jason arrived where his family stood, he noticed the lack of presence of his wife. bloodied hands reaches up open his helmet, a sharp hiss is heard. jason takes off the helmet throwing it on the table looking at his brothers. “where’s y/n”, he asks them.

he awaits for an answer only to hear once again, silence. his frustration and impatience grew, “where’s y/n?”, jason pesters on. dick looked up at jason with slight disappointment, something he grew to know. a gloved hand slams on the table, booming through the cave walls.

“GODDAMIT WHERE’S MY WIFE?!”, he yells out.

seeing as though no one would answer his brother, dick steps forward with his arms still crossed. a look of disappointment and sadness. “jay…”, he tries to tell him. the look he saw on y/n’s face. the bloodthirsty feel radiating from jason. jason points a finger at dick taking a threatening step forward, “enough of this shit richard, I wanna know where my wife is”.

the sudden use of his full name made dick raise an eyebrow at him. “okay no use for using my real name jay, she’s-“

“upstairs”, he hears alfred’s voice says standing on the long stairs. the older man’s posture was tall and more poise than ever. “might i suggest master jason, that you change out of your suit and comfort you’re wife…immediately”, he sternly says. in his eyes were more strict than jason had ever seen. turning his back from everyone, alfred goes back inside of the manor leaving everybody to being silent once more. comfort?

why would he…oh…

shit. was she afraid? scared of him? is that why she went upstairs? cursing under his breath taking off his suit, jason rushed off quickly to the changing room. was she mad at him? god, he doesn’t know.

and when he changes out of his suit and into more comfortable wearing, the blood stained hands of his catches his eye. he runs a finger across the bruises and the dried up blood. quickly, jason runs to the sink. turning it on, he runs his hands under the water. letting the pure water kiss his hands and clean them off. he doesn’t use soap or anything. just water.

thinking to himself, he lost control. he knows it. he was so, angry. memories over flowing him and his senses. scared, for what the futures of him and his wife. all because of what? he doesn’t know. and his wife…is scared of him.

he’s lost control multiple times. from strong emotions he couldn’t handle. and could you blame him? and all those times he didn’t want his wife to see that side of him. that’s why he always kept that part of his life hidden. jason never brought up anything vigilante related to her when he came home. he separated that part of him. and now, all of it is coming down onto her. and he couldn’t help but feel..like a terrible husband.

what felt like a thousand times to her of constantly wanting and feeling of vomiting for the entirety of the day, y/n was back to being hunched over the toilet. this time being her in-laws house and bathroom. in the bathroom, y/n felt like a wave of heat again washing over her. by the door that was certainly shut, ginger has her nose wiggling from the small slit under the door. a small whine in protest. though y/n was more busy throwing up and gagging. she didn’t know if it was whether because of seeing jason so brutally hurt someone or what could potentially be a bun in the oven. if it was both, god help her.

y/n has never seen jason act so…violent..ever. maybe from nightmares but from it going as far as hurting another human being ? no..she hasn’t. it was her fault. for staying and watching. and her fault for forgetting her husband is red hood. literally the man who delivered freshly cut heads as a message when he first arrived as the famous red helmeted vigilante.

and it’s her fault, for letting a bun in the oven happen. even though it takes two for one to be made. a promise her and jason had made in which they weren’t sure or even ready to be parents. with pasts of unstable parents and too afraid they both would end up being horrible parents. a cycle they wouldn’t want to repeat for themselves and their children. there was a few times y/n would think about if they did have any kids. a mini jason…would be adorable. the times she would just melt whenever jason and her go to the homeless shelter and help around and see him interact with the kids there…she could picture a kid running around.

jason was naturally good with children, and children and babies could sense when someone has a pure heart.

she’ll never forget when they had volunteered to help at a women’s homeless shelter, the one they would always go to, a woman just handed her baby to jason. and willingly he watched over the cute baby. no one looked at him with such innocence as the baby did. the baby stared at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. and y/n could see that he melted at the sight as well. but remembering the discussion her and jay had before, about wanting children, made her remember where she currently stands. with her life at the hands who murdered her husband years ago. but as much as she would love to start a family…it was too risky. too dangerous. and well, look where she is right now.

y/n shivered at the thought. she just wants all of this to end and go back to normal again. where they should of been. but no, none of that was going to happen. a gentle knock against the door breaks her out of her little thought bubble, still leaning against the toilet. “im fine alfred!”, she yells out flushing the toilet. watching the puke drain away, the bathroom door handle turns. revealing who was behind that door was jason.

“hey…”, he greets her lowly.

his head was down in shame as he approaches his wife. y/n looks at him, her attention onto jason’s bruises up hands that once were covered in blood. she stayed quiet, hopping up slowly to close the toilet bowl with the lid. sitting on it, y/n crossed her legs looking down at her feet. jason sighs seeing his wife not looking at him. he knows he had messed up. not messed up but fucked up. jason leans down into a squat to meet his wife’s eyes. only for her to avoid them once more. “y/n…I-I’m sorry, that I scared you back there. I just..I lost control..I was just so angry and-“, jason suddenly gets cut off. shaking her head, she finally looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

“you didn’t scare me jay…well I mean you did but I just- oh I don’t know”, she says running a hand through her hair feeling unknown to her feelings right now. her mind was all over the place.

jason shifts closer to her by his feet, placing a hand on her knee. just by looking at her closely he could see how pale she looks and more tired. but more importantly, distressed. “what’s wrong?”, he was quick to ask her. y/n chuckles at the question, her hand slaps against jason’s tilting her head up to the bathroom ceiling. and what was wrong? that fact all of this chaos is happening or just the downright fear of having a child inside of her.

she wasn’t sure of course. she just felt…unsure about everything. stressful it was. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s wrong”, she whispers biting her lip at the end. leaning her head back down to look at jason in the eyes. she could see the bits of worry and concern in them. the thumb on her knee provides her some sort of comfort. even though that comfort wasn’t really helping as of right now. “all of this…is too much right now jay”, she says to him.

“I know..I know..and I’m sorry. just I know there is something wrong right now and I want to fix that”, jason pleads shifting more closer and closer to his wife who leaned into his warm touch. “I know that jay..it’s just-“, she cuts herself off unsure if she should even say anything. his eyebrows furrowed, grasping on her hand into his. he gives her a look to continue in what she was saying. a slight encouragement of him pressing a kiss on her hand just now. his warm soft lips against her hand.

y/n sighed.

she shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath. the thought of a potential family running through her mind right now. subconsciously, her ringed hand reaches up touching her covered stomach. y/n opens her eyes looking down at jason’s soft dark blue eyes.

“how do you still feel, about having a baby?”

UH OH! A BABY?

LOOKS LIKE YOU SHOULD OF KEEP SH SH ABOUT IT!

WHO KNOWS? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE.

CAUSE HE’LL KNOW NOW.

OR WILL HE?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! it’s july! wow, omg. now I’ll be honest, last month went by pretty fast which is nuts. so hopefully fall comes soon! than I could make some spooky Halloween jason todd x reader! ALSO! ALERT ALERT! i have some new upcoming stories! I will be releasing some sneak peeks somewhere this week so keep an eye out! now I do hope you all enjoy this chapter, sorry if it seems short! but if you wish to be tagged let me know!

BINX

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

MASTERLIST || CHAPTER FIVE: BUN AND THE OVEN

SUMMARY: sometimes we deserve more than we think. maybe the good things are a sign? maybe not. jason takes a minute to realize what could become of his life with his wife. while y/n, makes a decision.

PAIRING: JASON TODD X WIFE!READER, with DICK GRAYSON, ALFRED PENNYWORTH, DAMIAN WAYNE, TIM DRAKE AND BRUCE WAYNE.

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HE LOVES HER, AND SHE LOVES HIM.

WHAT GREATER PARENTS RIGHT?

BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A MANIAC CLOWN COMES

IN?

a baby.

are we truly ever ready for something like that? the answer is, fuck no.

not even jason is ever ready. especially y/n. pregnancy can take a big toll on women. with changed hormones. change of body. depression.. hell anything can happen in giving birth. and as his wife had shown him on the app ‘tik tok’ that a girl made a list of ‘REASONS TO NOT HAVE A BABY’. and that specific list made his skin crawl..

“I think I’m pregnant, jay”, is what she said.

and what he did in that bathroom that day, was him being a coward and left. jason was too overwhelmed with thought and panic. he wasn’t ready to be a father. a damaged man like him, he felt he couldn’t. he knows that y/n could be a great mother. but him, a father? no. not after his birth dad. that piece of shit. however, he did love his mother so much…

and here he was, smoking outside by the pool looking at the cemetery that wasn’t as far away from the manor. the same one he used to be buried in. he stopped smoking for a bit. only when he was really stressed or out of it. and where was his wife, y/n? upstairs in jason’s old bedroom, crying her heart out with GINGER by her side.

god, he never felt more like a fucking dick.

speak of dick, jason could sense and smell dick’s strong cologne just behind him. trying to sneak up on him. “if you think trying to scare me is going to work dickie, sorry but seeing bruce naked before already beat you to it”, jason says with almost a dead voice taking a long puff of his cigarette. he could also hear dick snorted like a dork with his sentence. the horrifying image of bruce having a woman in the comfort of his bed when he was younger ruined his brain. “you’re not wrong there baby bird”, dick agrees. and there is was, the famous DICK GRAYSON smirk. behind that smirk, was worry.

the older brother leaned against the doorway that lead to the kitchen looking at jason who looked at the cemetery.

“thought you quit smoking”, dick says in thought with his arms crossed over his chest. jason inhales the cancer stick letting his lips go of it. in two seconds, he let out the heaviest of smoke from a cigarette. in the moonlight, dick could see jason’s wedding ring glistening. “yea well, sometimes a good smoke doesn’t hurt anybody”

“except I don’t smoke jay bird” “what do you want dick?”, jason gets straight to the point. he knows that dick is going to talk to him about ‘manly’ and ‘brotherly’ stuff. not really looking forward to it in his opinion. dick sighs, shifting his legs to cross one another as he leaned against the door. “you seem more out of it than usual. what happened back there?”, he questions with the playfulness from earlier to now downright worry. not willingly to answer dick’s questions, instead jason took another puff.

he knows he was out of it for sure. he almost killed a man earlier in front of his wife’s eyes. something he swore to never EVER do. yet he did. blinded by fear and rage. funny enough, his wife might be pregnant. no kid would want jason as their father. he was always angry, violent, an asshole, the bad traits of his dad. and the more danger of him being RED HOOD and his family being vigilantes themselves. and he can’t have a kid of his to be part of it. not after what happened to him… “look im sure bruce is fine with yo-“ “it’s not about bruce”, jason states.

dick looked at his brother with sheer confusion on what he was talking about until it clicked for him from the events of earlier. “it’s about y/n..”, he says. jason nodded with his messy hair flopping, he really needed a haircut. he took a deep breath before taking one last puff from the stick.

“she alright?”, dick asks innocently about his sister in-law who he only found out about not too long ago.

no, y/n wasn’t alright at all.

with jason’s silence was enough answer for dick to know. he knows jason is really verbal with his feelings like most people are. he’s more of the action type of guy. “was it, from earlier or ?”, dick tries to imply without sounding awkwardly but managed to fail. from what he was implying, it definitely was from earlier but as well from the lack of not feeling physically good due to the constant dizziness and the throwing up.

to be fair, jason is the only person who knows dick is the one to trust. him being the closet to jason after his death, he could guess dick was the only one he could tell everything…well almost everything. dick was the one who managed to try and get into contact with him again. besides bruce and alfred of course.

so, could he tell dick about his wife’s little bean problem?

that answer is, no.

because it wasn’t his voice to tell someone a woman’s situation like that. and if his own wife wasn’t pregnant, would he be happy? somewhat. if he wasn’t so fucked up than he would a lot of kids, that was an exaggeration.

“she’s just, shaken up from all of this”, is how jason told dick. a half lie.

dick can sense the lie. jason always lies when something is wrong or too much, but deciding to not press on…dick looked at him with a downcast look with a tight lipped smile. “alright jay”, he says walking over to him. the entire conversation jay never once turned around to face him. he almost felt like collapsing. like he wanted to scream his fucking head off.

raising a hand on jay’s muscular back, dick clapped on it giving him a small pat. “look, I don’t know anything about this whole ‘marriage thing’ but if you need to talk..let me know. alright jay”, dick reassure him.

he knows dick means well. “I know…”, jason whispers out into the night.

with a firm nod, dick was off ready to head back downstairs to the batcave. time to patrol. while jason stayed there at the manor.

just as dick left him to stare at the cemetery. gravestones popping up, mocking him over and over. the cigarette in between his two finger reach up to his lips only to halt. god, he really need to stop smoking for real. deciding to call it a night, jason threw the cigarette down by his feet before stomping on it with the top of his shoe. giving it a little crush the cigarette dies out with a little flatten body.

jason bent down his upper body to pick up the dead cigarette. he placed it in the palm of his hand now walking away from the doorway. walking over to the kitchen he spots one of the very trash bins, using the same foot he stepped on the paddle. as the top opened, the smell of rotten food and drinks jason dumped the cigarette inside with a little ‘plop’ heard. lifting his foot up, the lid falls back slowly. he placed his hands on his strong hips, jason closed his eyes tilting his head up to the ceiling. it felt like a heavy weight on his shoulder right now. he let out a small breath through his mouth. the sound of the clock in the kitchen ticks.

tick. tick.

he ran a hand through his hair now opening up his eyes, the irises lightly flash a light green. jason walks back to where he once stood moments ago, closing the door only to stop. he looked back up at where the cemetery stands. if he wasn’t here, he would of been there. sometimes he felt he was better off dead.

it was nearly twelve o’clock in the morning already…and jason still hasn’t gone up to go to sleep or even see her. and yet here she laid, waiting for him.

tear stains kissed her skin. they felt tight on her cheeks. she felt…angry? upset? she doesn’t know anymore. everything was too much. she wanted to go home. she had stopped crying for a bit. the emotions and crying and sobbing made her more tired than ever. it was one of those crying moments someone would have.

beside her was their dog, ginger, the german shepherd puppy that was trained to protect her did her job pretty well. not just by protecting her mom but in giving her comfort whenever she needs someone. y/n sniffled heavily, her nose felt clogged with mucus. her hand reaches up to pet ginger by the ears. the soft puppy fur greets her skin kindly. “oh ging”, she whispers watery.

such a sweet girl ginger was. already, the feeling of sleepiness fills her bones. as much as she wanted jason to be by her side, might as well get some more rest. maybe even go to the store…with protection of course she wasn’t stupid. the hand on ginger’s fur stops, lightly laying there. and now, y/n sleeps. with no disturbance to keep her awake. a peaceful yet sad sleep. except, no dream ever enters her at all that night. light snores escapes her along ginger.

heavy footsteps walk extra slow towards the bedroom door, the door knob twists lightly with a squeak. ginger opens her mismatched eyes, her head turns a little to see who was at the door and entering. a non threat. the door opens to present jason. he was greeted with a dark room, the only light giving him the visible view was from the hallway. jason could see a lump on the bed of a familiar figure turned away from jason’s side. along his dog who gave him an side eye before closing her eyes once more. damn, even ginger didn’t want to talk to him.

stepping forward into the dark bedroom of his, he closes the door slowly to make no noise to awaken his wife. jason walks over to the bed where y/n laid, whether she really was asleep or not ran through his head. that was until he stepped to the right to see her face. guilt trails through his veins seeing the same tear streaks on her cheeks. his wife was cuddling with the dog to what seemed to be for comfort and love. one he didn’t give her in that bathroom. damn him.

he made him own wife cry…and he felt like a complete asshole.

jason was hoping to see her and talk to her about what happened earlier but his wife is in need of rest. walking over to the other side of the bed, his side. his large fingers nibble their way to the end of his shirt, he slips it off with a swift move. throwing the shirt on the floor with a small plop. jason sat on the cold bedside of his, the bed slightly dips but not enough to awaken y/n who remained asleep.

his index finger scratched an itch on his forehead, his back turned away from y/n. not even the cigarette could take away the pleasure of being stress-free. running a hand now all over his face in frustration.

jason turns his body to the side to look at y/n, her hair laid messily against the soft pillow cases. he always liked seeing her sleep. she would always say she was an ‘ugly’ sleeper but never to jason. he grinned at the argument him and y/n had about her being the ugly sleeper while he was the peaceful looking one. he really wasn’t especially when nightmares happen.

what feels like an eternity, jason finally lays against the bed. his body turned to y/n. the blanket that once under him lays right on top of him. bringing both him and his wife closer. jason looked at the back of her head in thought, he always cuddled her when he went to bed. and she’ll always melt right in.

he hated when him or y/n went to bed angry, said it wasn’t healthy. expect they both weren’t angry. both have mixed emotions and none of them don’t know what to do. jason lifted up a hand under the blanket, deciding whether or not to even touch her after his actions. he bites his lip still unsure of himself. the hand still up waiting for the next move.

until, his hand finally lands against her warm skin. it soothed down her arm back and forth. she always felt warm to him. jason let go of his lips from his teeth. he moves his whole body closer to y/n’s, wrapping his arm on her waist. near her stomach. her back kissed against the bare ness of his chest. if she was awake, she would of felt the heavy jagged autopsy scar. with y/n in his arm, jason moved his head towards the crook of her neck. he breathed in her scent of lavender oil along some of her nature smell. god he loved that smell. pressing a small kiss on her neck, jason felt his whole body relaxed itself. telling him it’s time to get some sleep already.

“i love you…”, jason lightly whispers into her neck pressing one last kiss in the same spot he kissed before.

his head moves away to rest on the pillowcase, he could feel the cold and the sense of familiarity as times he had slept in his bedroom as a teen. the eyelids shut themselves, blocking his blue eyes. the darkness filling the void. with that, sleep had taken over his mind and body. he too, received a dreamless sleep.

she wasn’t angry.

before jason had awoken from his sleep, y/n had woke up earlier than he did. she sat on the bed, feeling almost zombie like. almost numb. her head was turned towards jason who slept peacefully with one arm under both hers and his pillow. and the other arm laid limply at the spot she once laid. she wasn’t mad at jason, she never could….

she understood his fear and him not being ready to be a dad. but y/n wasn’t ready to bring a child into this world where so much blood is spilled and is filled with hate. no.

y/n gives props to mothers out there. a lot of them just…do it. something she felt like she could never do.

her ringed hand reaches to jason’s arm, the wedding band shining from the sun. she caresses his arm with a soft touch. he always looked peaceful when sleeping. leaning down her upper body, y/n pressed a firm kiss on jason’s forehead. a few hairs tickled her chin.

and with that, y/n gets up from the shared bed to walk over to where alfred had dropped off their belongings. she dug straight in for some fresh pair of leggings, a white tank top, and a bra. she heads in to the bathroom quickly changing the clothes she didn’t get to switch out of last night. and she knows, germs. once y/n was done and now wears the picked clothing, she couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. turning to the side, she looked down at her stomach. a hand slowly reaches up, rubbing at the covered skin. y/n sighed, little images of mini jason’s and y/n’s run through her head.

the corners of her lips quirk up at the image. she would imagine, a little baby girl. with big eyes. long soft eyelashes just like jason’s. raven black hair. and the cutest gummy smile. cute.

a knock on the bathroom door alerts her, y/n jumps at the unexpected sound. her hand moves away from her stomach and to her side. “babe?”, she could hear jason ask through the wooden door.

“come in”, she says loudly enough for him to hear her.

the door knobs opens to reveal jason, looking disheveled with his hair messy and lazily opened eyelids. he was still shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweatpants. he’s tall figure leans against the doorway, his eyes scans her form. “hey…”, he says. jason’s voice was more rough after just waking up. y/n swallowed the gulp her throat, “hi..”

both husband and wife stood in the open bathroom, uncertain of what to even say to each other. the two of them were both as exhausted.

deciding to say something first, y/n spoke. “I don’t know if I would want to keep it or not”, she says with a small whisper. y/n starts to play with her fingernails as a way to avoid looking at jason. and while he looked at her, he could see she was nervous. her words hit him straight in his heart. he continued on being silent to let her continue on her sentences. “if I decide, what I want to do. we can talk more later on. right now I just really want to be sure that I am…”.

jason nodded his head. he thought about the words he wanted to say very carefully. he doesn’t want to hurt his wife’s feelings or make her feel a type of way of the situation. “I don’t want you to do something because of me. that’s your choice”, he states in her response. he pushes himself from the doorway and towards y/n who still hasn’t looked up at him.

his large hands reaches to her waist, firmly grasping it. one hand touches her chin, pushing her head up to look at him. her attention to her fingers long gone. and up she sees, is the handsome face of jason’s. the scars illuminated from the light in the bathroom. his messy hair falls forward covering her forehead. “im sorry i walked away last night. I was just…overwhelmed. I know that’s not an excuse. just please, please don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t wanna do. okay?”, he sounded soft. sweet.

she could feel her eyes water from his kind words. god, he was amazing. y/n bites her lips try to stop herself from crying.

“okay?”, jason asks her rubbing his large thumb on her chin to her cheek. y/n stared at his baby blues before nodding. afraid to trust her own voice. jason pulls her in to his bare chest, whispering a quiet ‘okay’. y/n immediately relaxed in his warmth, she could smell him. he smelt like home.

the pair held each other in each other’s arms. these two know how much they love each other. they understood one another. they know what’s their quirks and such, but that doesn’t mean they are the perfect couple. jason makes mistakes. y/n makes mistakes. and yet, whatever path leads them on, they always have each other. secret or not.

how the fuck you use a pregnancy test?

jason and y/n stared down at the stick laying on the ceramic sink in the manor’s bathroom. an hour ago the both of them went out to go to the pharmacy to pick one up, along a pack of goldfish and apple juice. both, had their arms crossed as they stared with confused looks. a pit in their stomach with nerves. “this is stupid”, jason states bluntly. y/n let out an tsk before grabbing the box the stick came with.

reading the simple instructions on the back, she reads out loud enough for jason to listen. jason rolled his eyes childishly as well grabbing the pregnancy stick in his hands. he uncaps the end inspecting it, “you pee on this right?”.

“seems like it”, y/n respond. her eyebrows pinched with a lip bite as she read the rest of the instructions.

two grown adults, that do not know how to use a simple test…huh. “okay, well, do you want me to stay or?”, jason questioned his wife. y/n slowly turned her head towards jason with a lion of disbelief. “no jason I want you to watch me piss on a stick and see if i have conceived your child- NO! I do not want you to stay in here”, y/n says mockingly before grabbing him by the shoulders. turning his body towards the bathroom door, y/n lightly shoved him away.

she could hear him start chuckling at the sarcasm. once jason was out the door, he made sure to close the door behind him leaving y/n alone in the bathroom. and now the creeping feeling as she turned back towards the cursed stick laying by the sink. letting out a breath, her shoulders droop at the feeling. walking over to the sink, y/n picks up the white stick. instructions were, simple in a way. not like she really done this before. her and jay were always, and I mean ALWAYS, careful. might as get it over with, she quickly walks to the porcelain toilet.

already finished with the test, y/n laid a piece of toilet paper on the counter with the pregnancy test on top. “babe? you can come in now”, she yelled out. without looking up from the test itself she could hear jason come in through the door. jason quickly stands right next to y/n, his large arms crossed as he too stared down at the white stick.

“so…you really peed on a test…”, “yup…”

two lines. means pregnant. and one line…hopefully not.

jason could feel the bundle of nerves forming in his stomach, if he was sitting his foot would definitely be shaking from the anxiety. a couple of minutes, and the results come in quickly. but what felt like forever for it to come. y/n could see a line forming. her stomach felt lifted from the anxiety, slowly becoming relief. about to take a deep breath, y/n’s stomach began to sink…

“oh shit”, she whimpered out. her limbs felt limp. her heart felt like it just dropped to her stomach. the breath she longed to let out only sucked in. jason turned his head fast towards y/n in surprise. he leaned forward towards the test, his eyes slightly widen in shock. he closes his eyes in the disbelief he just saw. both of his hands grip the counter firmly, letting his arms hold him up. y/n’s eyes began to water in the realization.

a little bun, in the oven.

with shaky legs, she gets down on the bathroom floor slowly. her hands shaking as well reached up to clasp against the side of her head. y/n lets out ragged breaths. in a fetal position with sitting up, y/n began to cry..the sound of her whimpers alert jason. he perked up at her vulnerability only for him to quickly rush over to her on the floor. “baby…”, jason cooed now collecting her into his arms. gently, he began to rock her back and forth. something y/n found comfort in whenever she had really bad anxiety or panic attacks. usually she would just sit there, and well she wasn’t. “i know baby…”, he whispered pressing a firm kiss against her head.

as much as he was saying ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ in his head millions of times he could beat the world record for saying the word ‘FUCK’, jason could see how devastated his own wife was. this was more harder on y/n than for him to be honest. he knows it is hard yes, but the idea of y/n either pushing out a chubby ass baby from her privates and going through hell yea…she definitely is going through it now. y/n continued to cry in his arms, her hands rub roughly against the sides of her head. jason’s hand reaches up to grab her hand to stop her rough treatment.

“stop stop stop”, jason consoled y/n holding her hand against his lips. he proceeds to press little kisses on her head. “stop…”, he pleads.

y/n sobs loudly against his chest feeling herself began to somewhat calmed down with his soft kisses. her head lightly shoved it’s way deeper into his touch. “I’m sorry jay..I’m sorry”, she apologizes over and over with watery sobs. jason shakes his head gripping onto her more tightly. “stop, stop baby please. it’s not your fault”, he mumbled.

“like I said…it’s your choice in what you want to do. you don’t have to decide right now…I just want you to be happy baby”, he states with loving and reassuring words. hope she feels somewhat better. maybe not. but what jason could do, was support her. and now time will wait…

a knife twirls swiftly against a white gloved finger, a prick of blood seeps through the fabric. in front of the knife and finger was a picture of y/n and jason from the supermarket they had went to a couple of days ago. it laid out on a huge screen just for himself alone. he stared at that photo for hours, days almost. the same photo one of his men had taken of them. “ooOhhh little birdie~”, the voice of a familiar clown purrs.

the photo alone makes him feel excited, full of joy just wanting to get his hands on his favorite robin’s wife.

the screen switches from the supermarket photo to a single picture, y/n in her own kitchen wearing a nightgown waiting for her own husband to come back home to her. a dog laying on the floor. the photo looked to be taken not far from the house itself.

“oh birdie…ill come and get you, and we’ll give him a little surprise”, he continued on purring. the mischief in his voice. show time is happening very soon for both of the couple. but he will say, he enjoys surprises…

“you need anything else?” “no, thank you”, y/n said hiding underneath the heavy comforter. ginger hops up on the bed beside her, sniffing her mother causing y/n squirm a little from the wet nose of her beloved dog. jason grinned at the sight, it took a good couple of minutes till y/n slowly ‘calmed’ down. she says she is fine but really all she wanted to do was crawl in bed and stay there for the next couple of days.

with y/n now in bed, jason decided to go out on patrol with bruce, damian and dick. and stephanie and tim offering to stay with y/n upstairs. but of course, she still doesn’t know about the chosen guards for her in case. “alright, if you need anything don’t hesitate to call me” he says softly. y/n wiggled in the sheets with the top of her head nodding. “especially for snacks?”, jason chuckled giving his wife a pat on her butt. “even for snacks. I’ll see you in the morning”, he leans down to where her covered head was. pressing a small kiss on the sheet giving one last pat on her butt before walking towards the door.

taking off the comforter from her head, her hair becomes messy and staticky. y/n looks down at ginger who laid on her back looking up at the ceiling, paws up. “looks like you will maybe have a sister..or a brother”, y/n says giving ginger a small head scratch. the soft fur soothing her.

y/n uncomfortably sighs out, she stares back at the ceiling. what the hell is she going to do now?

NOW, in the bat-cave with dick, bruce and damian all suited up. jason stood in the middle wearing his red hood suit. practically forcing himself to go out in case any new leads about joker and his men. “ill admit jay, im quite happy you get to go out with us tonight”, dick says now standing in front of jason. sure, he was really happy to have his younger brother with him tonight. jason rolled his eyes, checking the safety of his gun for any stray bullets. “yea yea “, he says to him stuffing the same gun in his holsters. he wants to just have the night end so he can come back and cuddle up with his wife.

“how’s the missus? haven’t seen her the whole day?”, dick questions jason.

jason didn’t know how to describe on how his wife is doing…so instead he just shrugged his shoulders and remained silent.

both dick and bruce noticed jason’s behavior when it came to his wife. even though dick was nosy, he decided to have another brother talk with him later. and bruce, well, he was unsure what to even say or do. he wanted to talk with his son but seeing how he was right now. not a great time especially with joker was after his own daughter in-law. damian, on the other hand squinted behind his mask as he stared at jason with crossed arms. “let’s go”, jason says stuffing his head in his helmet securing it in place.

he walks past both dick and bruce heading over to an motorcycle jason had in the bat cave. the two of them watched him, wondering what was up with the second eldest that made him more quieter than usual tonight.

A BUN IN THE OVEN YOU SAY?

AW THAT IS JUST PRECIOUS. WHAT NOW?

THAT IS A DOUBLE WIN FOR THE JOKER!

MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T KNOW FOR JASON’S SAKE.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi my loves! binx here! woo hoo! chapter five is out yay! a lot of you my loves have been wanting to be tagged for the next part and it warms my heart and makes me so happy!💕 hehe! also thank you everyone for 800 followers my love! im sorry if this was short! I’ve been also busy with other stuff I won’t get into but next chapter is better I promise! I hope you all enjoy!

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Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader (Trying to flirt with Robin to distract him from Harely and Ivy stealin’.)

Damian (Robin): Cease your pathetic attempts at flirting. They do nothing but bring me discomfort.

Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader (Not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable, but still needing to distract him): Did you know ducks have projectile corkscrew dicks?

Damian (Animal lover and Robin): I said cease your flirt— Wait, do they really?

A/N: Oh look, more of my trash sense of humor. I violently snorted while coming up with this.

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part One

Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: I’ve been hyper fixated on Batfam and DC in general for the past two months, and this is what my brain has been cooking. This is based on an fem!OC I made, but I converted it to GN!Reader. Or attempted to. Might write an official one with the oc. I don’t know. I’m new at this stuff and doing this on mobile to boot.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

Reader grows up happy, healthy, a safe away from Gotham

Momma and Daddy (step-father) adore their darling reader

Daddy is kind and understanding; gives good advice, encourages reader, comforts reader after nasty break ups

Momma is sassy and a bit possessive of her baby reader

Momma never tells reader anything about their biological father (He was a big city playboy that missed the court date for custody is all she said)

Reader has a much younger half-brother from Momma and Daddy, who reader also adores

Little Brother’s are annoying, but you have so many interest in common

Suddenly Momma and Daddy are dead; (tragic accident or murdered)

Reader’s Bio Father, Bruce Wayne is called and flies into town via Private Jet and whisk you off to Gotham

Bruce can’t get custody over half-brother due to Reader’s step-grandparents fighting him.

(They tried to keep Reader too, but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court. And, Bruce has enough money to make that water run dry)

Bruce isn’t exactly like Momma described, he’s distant and a bit cold with reader. (Like he doesn’t know what to do.)

Bruce gets upset when Reader talks about missing Momma and Daddy, especially when Reader talks about Daddy.

Bruce doesn’t introduce Reader to the family right away.

Reader doesn’t see anyone, but Bruce and Alfred for the first week at the manor.

Bruce avoids reader, but gets upset when Reader ignores him

Reader starts researching their new family. Everything they can find in the media, even the company.

(Family Buisness funds the Justice League? Gotham gains a new Vigilante almost every time Bruce gains a new kid? Jason Todd’s death and reappearance. Suspicious…)

Reader finally meets the others.

First up Cassandra.

Quite, but watches reader like she knows all of reader’s secrets. (That’s terrifying.)

Reader’s instincts scream that she’s dangerous (Reader trusts those instincts.)

Reader is still nice, they get along. Cass rather be alone, but it’s cool. They’re cool.

Second up is Duke.

Duke is great. Official bro. Passes all the vibe checks. (Most normal one in this house.)

Reader’s meta abilities go haywire around him, so Reader needs to be careful. (Reader’s not sharing that secret yet. Not till they share what Reader suspects is their secret)

Third, Dick and Barbara.

Dick is a whirlwind, coddling and pitying, treating reader like a sweet helpless child then leaving. (He’s a busy popular man)

Barbara is polite, but a stranger.

Reader tries to be friendly, but can’t get past the stranger stage.

Fourth Stephanie.

Stephanie politely ignores reader, but reader genuinely wants to hang out. (Similar interest, close in age. Please, can we be friends? ……….)

Reader says they’ll keep trying (It happens… eventually….)

Fifth, Tim.

Tim just brushes Reader off with a blank look and disappears.

Reader can never find Tim. (Always in the cave, at work, on patrol. He’s a busy busy busy sleepy man that avoids even the mention of Reader)

(Stephanie hangs out with Tim though, but they still ignore reader. It’s fine. Reader is fine. It doesn’t hurt.)

Sixth is Jason.

Jason is mean.

Calls reader spoiled, says reader a an ignorant privileged princess, Daddy’s pet, a brat, etc.

But, then leaves when reader starts to snap back.

(He looks like he’s struggling not to strangle reader almost every time reader sees him.)

Seventh is the youngest and reader’s half brother.

Reader is excited to meet him, reader already has a younger half-brother. Having two sounds even better!

Damian is cruel

It breaks reader’s heart.

Damian either ignores reader, or mocks reader viscously. He’ll push and shove and throw things at reader. (Won’t draw a weaponed though, he’s past that.)

He brushes off all of Reader’s attempts at sibling bonding.

All this goes on for a few months.

Reader tries so hard to get close to everyone, but they’re either avoid her, ignore her, are cruel, or they just don’t have the time.

Reader’s life in Gotham is… different.

Reader’s a commodity, and, surprisingly enough, most people like Reader

School Friendships form, which reader worries are because they’re a Wayne child

(Which is true, but not in the way Reader thinks; hint: it involves other types of night avians)

Teacher’s appreciate a humble Wayne (Damian goes to the same school, Reader is a relief to teach)

Reader is quite talented, not a prodigy, not extraordinary. Just extremely approachable.

But, like all good things there is a downside.

Reader wants to spend time with their new friends.

They’re invited to Galas, lunches, brunches, vacations, shopping, etc.

And Reader WANTS to go

But, Bruce won’t let them

It’s not safe

(Which Reader understands, that’s why they never really explore Gotham, but still brunch couldn’t hurt, right?)

So Reader has no one to lean on or connect with. It’s isolating.

Instead Reader spends hours talking on the phone to their old friends and family back in their small town.

There’s a silver lining though: Things are going to get better before they get worse

So much worse

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Two

Part One ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: Still establishing some more lore and feelings. Currently, the Batfamily has two yanderes. With more yandere’s being revealed outside of Gotham and some in Gotham about to start falling into obsession. Also, my favorite Reader is one who is manipulated into thinking the collar around their neck is a necklace. Will be working on Part Three, but it might take longer because we have obsessions starting and Reader starting to get to a breaking point.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

Poor Reader has it rough. Not too rough, but still life kinda sucks and they wanna go home now, please and thank you.

But, as always, things start to brighten up a notch or two.

Reader is thriving at school, sure they can’t hang out with their friends, but their friends understand (which honestly kinda odd, but they’ll roll with it)

There is a small issue.

Reader is a metahuman. (I know, shocking. So unique.)

Reader controls the weather, at will or with extreme emotions (oooooo interesting)

Back in their hometown, Reader didn’t have to hide said abilities that much. (Hell, more than a few people knew about it. Such an understanding community.)

Here in Gotham, in a practical stranger’s house, they’re not gonna to that.

Which is fine. Fine fine fine

Okay, so Reader is tense. Doesn’t have a healthy outlet, and is bottling things up. So that storms brewing. Gonna be fun when that comes back to bite Reader in the ass.

But, things are looking up. (I swear this time!)

Duke and Cass are hanging out with Reader more. They’re sorta becoming a trio of amigos.

Though, they do disappear often. For long periods of time.

Reader is pretty sure Bruce is Batman, at this point.

They’re not stupid, it’s in their damn genetics to be somewhat intelligent, so to speak.

But, no one actually tells reader. It’s lead to some awkward situations of them going silent when Reader enters the room, or the manor being unusually empty after everyone went to the ‘library’.

(Smalltown doesn’t mean stupid, bunch of jerks.)

It just makes reader feel even less like they’re part of the family. Even Alfred disappears for a time, leaving Reader completely alone with nothing, but portraits and old wood furniture.

No one says anything. No one mentions a single thing. (Am I not worthy of the secret? Why did you drag me here only to ignore me?)

Bruce continue to bounce between ignoring and coddling. Yet gets upset if Reader does the same. (Making them anxious.)

Dick pops back in, immediately showering Reader and excessive amounts of affection before shooing them off cause he’s gotta take care of somethings. (It makes reader feel like a pet in a degrading way.)

Jason gets caught harassing Reader by Alfred. Which leads to a screaming match between Jason and Bruce. It’s a violent one, but Alfred drags Reader out of the room before they can see. (But they hear things breaking and It’s terrifying.)

After that, Reader is extremely cautious around Jason. Which for some reason makes him angry and more violent. (Why does he hate me? This is scary.)

Stephanie starts to come around. Slowly. They’re getting there. (Stephanie still prefers to hangout with Tim and Tim…)

Tim ignores Reader the most. Will not talk to Reader at all. Which sucks because Teader thinks they would total get along. (But, nope. All they get is the cold shoulder.)

Reader just avoids Damian like the plague.

Reader talks more often to her other half-brother living miles away than the one she’s currently living with. (That’s gonna piss Damian off later)

While Barbara remains cordial.

Life is moving on. We’re good. Everything’s good.

Wait? Gotham Academy is having its own student Gala? That sounds amazing! Getting dolled up, having a night with friends. Maybe…. Having a date escort them….

And the best part is, Bruce says Reader can go.

Now, Cass and Duke and Damian won’t be going. Which is a bummer, but Reader understands.

Bruce even buys reader something to wear.

An obnoxious designer outfit. (A couture ruffle monstrosity that’s all the rage on the runway.)

It’s so terrible you have to laugh. (Just to hide how upsetting it is that no one actually knows what you like here or bothers to ask.)

Reader even shows Stephanie and they share a laugh. (It’s great. Reader needed that laugh.)

But, there’s no way Reader is going to wear this. So, Reader calls her childhood friend and favorite fashion designer.

Commissioning a more mature outfit. (Reader is almost grown, time to take a break from the ruffles and embrace the sexy.)

BFF comes through and then a week later someone shows up at Wayne Manor. (Damn that was fast.)

Someone from Reader’s hometown, and this starts to set things in motion.

BFF’s older brother, Reader’s childhood crush, shows up holding a dress and driving Daddy’s old truck. Which he hands Reader the keys too.

Nana and Grand Daddy, the Step Grandparents, wanted to surprise reader with a gift from home. (Remind Reader how much better living in a smalltown is compared to somewhere like Gotham. How much their town adores them and misses them.)

Poor oblivious Reader. Not realizing her smalltown is so desperate to have her back. (Reader was their’s first, they know Reader best.)

Nor how desperate Gotham is going to be to make force reader to stay.

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Three

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: I’m realizing I’m struggling to find a good breaking point for reader, cause I want reader to break. I’m terrible at coming up with conflict though. (I’m not much of a writer, but I’m trying.)

A/N: There will be Romantic Yanderes. But, we’ll get to that later when we talk about each yandere. (Most will be platonic or start platonically at least.)

A/N: Hopefully y’all are noticing that Reader is in this constant state of just trying to cope. (If I wrote it correctly, that is.)

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

So, Reader’s childhood crush shows up looking fine and kind

Alfred informs the others of the unexpected guest.

Bruce isn’t home, Damian is out with Jon. Stephanie and Cass are busy in Gotham, Duke’s out on Patrol, Dick’s in Bludhaven, Jason meeting this guy is a bad idea, and Barbara’s at work.

Tim, being the only one home on a rare break (in reality working cases in the Batcave) is practically ordered to scope this guy out.

Which annoys Tim, because Reader is just fawning over their old crush and the truck.

The truck is surprising, not something he expected Reader to want. But, reader is practically crying over it.

Tim would have just brushed it off, but he notices how this guy keeps touching reader.

Practically clings to Reader. Even sniffing unaware teary eyed reader. (Teary eyed reader is…. Cute.)

Tim makes eye contact with this guy, and he looks… smug. Like he won the grand prize.

And, it pisses Tim off. (Why is he so smug? What does he know that I don’t?)

Childhood crush isn’t staying long, he’s going to catch a flight back to the smalltown.

Reader happily offers to drive him to the airport and Tim just hops in the backseat of the truck. (Why? Oh, I just want to get out of the manor for a bit. Hope you don’t mind.)

Childhood crush is peeved, but hides it from Reader. (Tim can tell. He’s a detective, it’s his job.)

The entire ride is Reader and Childhood crush reminiscing and catching up on smalltown gossip.

Tim is listening in on everything with intrest, realizing he knows practically NOTHING about reader. (Didn’t bother researching cause he was pissed and didn’t consider reader worth the effort when he had more important things to do.)

Now, he’s getting to see a side of Reader that no one in Gotham has really seen yet.

Reader is funny, approachable, a hint of a flirt, apparently sings, loves to spend time with people they care about, and a slight geek.

Tim is a bit entranced/intrigued. But, his biggest concern is Childhood crush.

Why is this guy so possessive of reader? What does he know that Tim doesn’t? Something’s amiss, and he’s going to figure it out.

(And, maybe he should get to know Reader some more. They’re trying to make him feel comfortable in the truck, including him in conversation, sharing happy memories and information with him, willingly. It’s nice. It’s soothing.)

Eventually, Childhood crush is dropped off at the airport. But, not after he tells reader, there will always be a place back home for them and to come home soon. We miss you. I miss you. Come Home.

The ride back to the manor is done in comfortable silence. Or, at least, to Reader.

For Tim, he has a lot to think about.

What does he know about Reader? What more is there to Reader? He wants to know more. He wants to know everything.

He asks questions on the way back, occasionally breaking the silence.

Reader happily answers, expecting this will change things between them.

It does for Tim, but not as much for Reader.

Tim jumps into discovering everything he can as soon as he gets back to the BatComputer, but he’s not ignoring reader anymore. He’s almost friendly. (He’s still busy as mess. Not much time to hangout.)

Which makes reader feel better, because Duke and Cassandra disappear for about two weeks after that. (Mission.)

Reader worries and wonders where they are.

Bruce says the two are taking a ‘small vacation’.

(Reader knows he’s probably lying, but in the off chance he isn’t, Reader feels a bit put out.)

Reader is really leaning on those phone calls to their friends and family. They spend hours talking on the phone while pacing the halls, their room, and the garden.

Everyone back in the town wants them home. They miss Reader soooo much. They just understand reader more than these rich city people.

They can’t wait for reader to come home visit.

Damian and Reader eventually have a confrontation.

Damian finds Reader cooking in the kitchen.

(Alfred lets Reader cook, and Reader helps occasionally with dinner and meals.)

Reader offers food to Damian, a peace offering.

Damian, obviously, rejects it.

Doesn’t matter that he’s vegetarian or if he’s not hungry, he was going to reject it regardless.

And then he verbally tears into reader.

Insulting everything about them, the food, their actions, their attitude, their clothing.

Nothing is off limits. (Damian’s had a bad day and is pent up. He wants an outlet and Reader is right there and the object of most of his doubts.)

Reader shuts down. Going cold and looking startlingly blank. (Eerily reminding Damian of Batman Bruce.)

After this all attempts for Reader to bond with Damian stop.

(Sometimes you just gotta cut your losses.)

It doesn’t help that Damian one day hears Reader on the phone when they’re pacing the halls.

Talking sweetly and softly to someone in such a loving voice. Before hanging up with an ‘I love you.’

Damian initially begins to try to interrogate reader. (Who was that? Are you having relations with someone? Does Bruce know?)

Only for reader to bluntly state that they were talking to their younger brother and it’s none of Damian’s business before brushing past him.

Damian would grab at them, but he’s a bit stunned.

He knew Reader had another brother. Bruce was going to try to bring him to the manor. (Still is trying to bring him to the manor.)

But, now doubts start to creep in.

Because he wants that. That unconditional love Reader so willingly gives to their brother.

He wants that love. He wants someone to say ‘I love you’ to him like it’s as easy as breathing.

Damian brushes it off at the moment, but it sits with him. (He’ll fix things eventually. He’ll apologize. He’ll have that one day. He will.)

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Four

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

Warning: Obessive behavior, Yandere tendencies, su*c*de/death.

A/N: Finally adding warning labels. We’re getting somewhere. I’ve had some of this written out, but had to add some stuff in to drive it home. Reader’s coping skills are failing, but everyone’s starting to get obsessive. Also, I’ve been fighting myself on drawing art for this. (I’m a bit out of practice.)

Reader has basically called befriending Damian and Jason a lost cause.

Bruce still avoids reader. And, everyone else is still busy with what Reader assumes is Batwork. (Which is fine, Reader is fine. It’s not like they’re stuck in the manor pacing the halls every damn day.)

Cass and Duke’s get back from their respective missions. They weren’t gone too long, but they’re come back a bit roughed up. They debrief with Bruce and then have to go back to being civilians.

Reader is waiting to comfort them. Not to confront them. Reader’s more concerned with how Duke has a mild limp and how Cass’s knuckles have some bruising than them ditching. Plus, reader is still not completely sure that her family is Gotham’s vigilantes. They need to confirm.

But, Duke and Cass both appreciate Reader checking on them and not asking questions. Cass suspects Reader suspects something, judging by Reader’s body language. But, it’s nice for someone who’s naturally soft to be soft with you.

Duke appreciates how Reader treats him so, normally. In a way it reminds him of his childhood, when things were easier. He has a normal friend now, completely mostly free of Gotham’s crazy.

Reader is happy their back, but disappointed that they won’t be going to the school gala. In fact, a few family members make comments about how it sounds like a waste of time.

Bruce, however, is actually happy Reader is excited. And, Reader gets even more excited when one of their new friends ask to be their date. Reader’s date is so genuinely excited about going to this Gala with Reader. (Uh-oh, that’s not good.)

Some of Reader’s other friends, the more haughty and wealthy ones, tell Reader that they should’ve picked someone more… refined. Which Reader defends that their Date is perfectly sweet and good looking to boot.

But, this leads Reader to decide not to tell anyone in the family about their date. They don’t want to hear the same thing from their Gotham family. Reader does inform BFF, younger brother, and Nana of their date. For some reason, BFF was a bit disgruntled, and even Nana tried to convince them it was probably best not to go. Younger Brother was encouraging reader to have fun. (But he was whispering into the phone, and asking Reader if he could come visit them soon. Please. People are acting weird here. Is everything okay, do you need me to come home. No. No. Don’t— It’s fine. I just wanna come visit you.)

But, reader was committed to going and enjoying their date and wearing their custom made outfit.

That night, Reader was given Bruce’s permission to get ready at one of their friends’ houses. Reader was practically spoiled by their friends, it was almost a bit overwhelming. Their date meet them at the Gala escorting them inside and having a wonderful time. (I hope it last. It’s not going to though. How sad.)

At the end of the night, their Date escorted them home. To end a near perfect night Reader got a kiss. A long and pretty heated kiss. Right in front of the Entrance camera.

Tim had pulled up the camera feed when Reader got home, at Bruce’s request, just to check on Reader. (He was going to do it anyway.) The entire family was winding down from Patrol in the Batcave when the feed came on. Leaving them all to get a front row seat to Reader’s little act of rebellion.

(That’s all this was, right. Just a little act of rebellion. This won’t happen again, obviously. They won’t fucking let it.)

Bruce is livid. It doesn’t help that Jason wolf-whistles to further enrage him. (Jason is making plans to break someone’s leg though. Possibly the Dates. How fucking dare they corrupt you, that’s his job.)

Stephane is honestly impressed, didn’t think Reader had it in them. (How cute! I wonder what we could get up to together.)

Duke, sweet Duke, didn’t want to see that. His (best) friend getting tongued down on camera. He’s going to need bleach and therapy. (Why would you do that? When you can just game with him. You’re his bro. Gross.)

Cassandra is… understanding. Reader has needs. Reader wants affection. That’s fine. But, not that one. Pick someone else. (Llet her pick, actually. You can’t read people like her, you need someone better. Someone you she can trust. She needs to approve of them first.)

Dick is more disapproving, but he understands. Still, this changes how he sees Reader. Sweet innocent helpless Reader has a wild side. (But still reader is clearly helpless, obviously they don’t know what they’re doing.)

It also changes how Barbara sees Reader. Or confirms. Barbara runs under the assumption that Reader is more like Bruce than anyone realizes. (She’s not wrong, but it’s not in the way she thinks.) Bruce is a bit of natural flirt, he just hides it in his ‘Brucie’ persona. Reader apparently takes after that. (Damian sure didn’t.)

Damian, is disgusted, disappointed, and disapproving. He doesn’t doubt Father will scold you, but your date needs to be dealt with and all other suitors as well. (He’ll take care of it. He’s your brother, that’s his job.)

Tim, however, is legitimately jealous. He wanted to see this side of reader first. He got a glimpse of it before, but he wants it for himself now that he sees the full thing. (Also, right in front of the camera? Did Reader know it was there? If they did, would they be okay with Tim filming them more? Just to observe, please.)

Tim immediately starts pulling up all the information he can about Reader’s date. Without Bruce’s prompting this time. Bruce does nod in approval before marching to the entrance. Intent on putting an end to this and giving Reader a firm talking to.

It goes, horribly. Date is forced to leave and Bruce tears into Reader. (What happened to the outfit I bought you? Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I didn’t approve of this. I don’t care that you’re back on time or that you’re old enough, you’re my child! Mine! You get my approval first.)

Reader stays composed, barely. The good news is that the brutal scolding is the only consequence Reader faces. (Bruce is more upset about Reader not seeking his approval than doing something he disapproves of. He’s your father. He should have a damn say. Would you have done this to D̴̖̞͑̊̓a̷͎͗̇d̸̜͍̩̓̎d̸̪̩̟̆̎y̶̛̼̌? Why are you doing this to him?)

The bad news, Reader’s date’s life is over. With just a few clicks from Tim and approval from Bruce, Date’s family company falling apart. Reported to the government, lawsuits filed by third-parties. Hidden debts needing to be collected NOW. Any misfiled taxes? Found and reported. And, most importantly, all calls and ways for Date to contact reader again, blocked.

Socially and financially, Date’s life is ruined in less than twenty-four hours. Worst of all, Reader doesn’t know. They’re still on cloud nine about the night, despite Bruce’s lecture. But, come Sunday morning, two days later, things fall apart.

Date is reported dead. Apparent suic1de just the night before. The financial implosion of the family was named the apparent reason.

Reader is distraught, confused, and hurt. What happened? What’s going on? This can’t be happening. I don’t want to lose anymore people I care about. I don’t want to lose someone like Momma and Daddy again.

Reader’s Gotham friends console Reader, saying it’s not their fault. That Date struggled with thought before. Don’t blame yourself. (They weren’t worth your time.)

Surprisingly enough, it’s Dick that finds reader having a borderline breakdown.

Dick clings and coddles and coos, but this time. Reader clings back. Reader clings back tight. Desperate for comfort. Which is surprising for Dick.

Most of the family tends to brush off his attempts at comfort until they hit rock bottom. For once, this isn’t someone hitting rock bottom before they need him. This is someone that’s just genuinely sad and overwhelmed and needs wants him.

Dick also ran under the assumption that Reader was allergic to affection, like Damian and Bruce. But, apparently, that wasn’t the case. It’s a nice feeling. To have someone not fight him when he tries to be comforting. Someone who is happy to take it. Of course, he doesn’t stay long. Once Reader pulls themselves together he’s got to get back to Buldhaven, but this time he leaves a bit slower. (But, him leaving somehow makes Reader feel worse.)

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Five

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: Starting to realize I need to slow down, things are really getting complicated and I want everything to be included. Including proper warnings and important plot details and to really keep things more polished.

A/N: Also, going through the doubts on my writing, but we is gonna persevere, y’all. I’m going to take some time to focus on Obsessions.

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Vomiting, Slight Stalking

After running Date’s life, Tim starts to investigate Reader full throttle. Before it was just something he did to relax between cases when he couldn’t shut off his brain. Now, he didn’t want to miss anything. Not a single detail. He’d also been having trouble digging up an information on reader’s small town.

Apparently, they weren’t up to date on their technology. Can’t hack computers for information if the computers don’t exist. Still, it was nice to find out about Reader’s childhood. (Making notes for Bruce to add certain flora and fauna to the Manor’s garden and looking up any restaurants in Gotham that he could possibly take Reader too. You know, as friends.) But, Tim was nothing if not stubborn.

Reader, having a bit of whiplash from Dick’s comforting and sudden departure starts trying to fill their time by hanging out with Cassandra, Duke, and/or Stephanie.

They also call back home informing Nana about the Date incident. Surprisingly enough, Nana was sympathetic. (Though Reader couldn’t help thinking she was using that condescending small town sarcasm. Maybe they’d just been in Gotham for too long?) Regardless, Nana lends a comforting ear and even talks about BFF and their older brother, Childhood Crush, to Reader in an attempt to distract them. Telling them what the two have been up to. (How much they miss you. They can’t wait for you to come home visit.)

Reader, however, is a tad more concerned with Younger Brother. Making sure to ask how he is fairing and if he could come visit them in Gotham for a bit. Just to give Nana and Grand Daddy a much needed break since their age is catching up with them. (Aren’t you so sweet? Caring so much for your real family.)

But, Nana brushes reader off. No need, he’s been hanging out with Childhood Crush and BFF. They’ve really taken him under their wing. (They’d make great a great partners. Don’t you think, dear?) It does arouse Reader’s suspicions, but when they call their Younger Brother, he sounds… fine… Said he was having more fun with BFF than Childhood Crush, but that’s a given. (BFF knows Reader best, and won’t let anything happen to him or Reader.) They’re probably overthinking things about things back home. (That pang of homesickness just doesn’t seem to go away.)

At school, however, things were changing.

Damian wasn’t lying to himself about scaring off Reader’s friends. A few started to avoid Reader suddenly. But, a few, mostly the wealthier ones, stayed close. Not at all bothered by Damian’s sudden campaign. Some even introducing Reader to their closer circles.

Reader’s happy to have more friends, but the loss of Date and Reader’s more down to earth friends weighed on them. Reader’s new group felt like an isolated bubble cage that encloses tightly around them (and wouldn’t let them go.)

Bruce has been pretty strict about who Reader spends time with since the gala. But, Reader, going stir crazy when Cass, Steph, and Duke, respectively, are to busy (have patrol and missions), decides to ask Barbara if they can hang out with her. (A stranger is better than nothing.)

Tim’s seems to be too busy with whatever he’s doing. (He’s technically spending time on Reader, rather than with Reader.) Reader loves Alfred, but they’re always helping him cook. Dick’s gone off on some errand in Buldhaven or Gotham (Reader can’t remember, they’re a bit annoyed by how finicky he can be with giving Reader attention.). Jason might actually choke reader if they suggest hanging out. And, Reader is still pissed at Damian for being a rude little shit (Plus, they suspect he has something to do with their friends leaving them. They just can’t prove it.)

Barbara agrees to bring Reader to work with her at the Gotham City Library. Fully expecting Reader to mostly stay to themselves or possibly sneak off. (As members of the family are prone to do.) She is pleasantly surprised that Reader actually tends to stay by her side. Of course, Reader goes and gets a few books to curl up with. But, they quietly chat with Barbara, occasionally assisting with task, and mostly just enjoy silent companionship.

Reader doesn’t expect Barbara to entertain them, they can entertain themselves. They just don’t want to be alone at the moment. (Reader hates being alone when they’re sad. Hate. Hate. Hates it.) Barbara finds the silent and soft companionship to be a balm for the soul, so to speak. There’s no pressure. No duty. Just companionship. (It’s eases her mind how Reader is willing to stay safe. They’re not being dramatic or doing something foolish. I can get used to this.)

After the day is over, Barbara reports how Reader behaved back to Bruce. (Didn’t wander, stayed close by, wasn’t rude or sarcastic. That Gala had to have been a fluke. It has to be those horrible friends of Reader’s corrupting them.) If anything, it builds a level of trust with Bruce that Reader can be cautious and they won’t have to worry about them leaving. (Running away. Ha!)

Bruce decides Reader deserves a little more trust. (He wants to spoil his child.) Giving them more leeway to spend time in Gotham. But, only with members of the family. Which would be fine, if they were available. There’s, unfortunately, been an Arkham Breakout.

The entire family is on high alert for the next few days, especially since Joker escaped this time. (Hell, no. The family isn’t risking it. They won’t allow it. If Joker does something to Reader he’s dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Batman won’t stop anyone for killing him this time if he dares.) The family prioritize his capture, even recruiting the Gotham Sirens and the Superfamily to get the job done. It’s probably the fastest Joker’s ever been caught. (Joker is definitely pissed over the matter. And, will be making it everyone’s problem next time he gets out. What are you protecting Batsy? What are you trying to hide from me? Are we not friends?

Reader gets a brief introduction to Clark Kent during this ordeal. Before, Reader had only seen Conner and Jon around the manor hanging out with Damian and Tim respectively. (Conner would always try to flirt, which annoyed Reader. And, Jon was avoid on principle of being near Damian. Though, Reader was nice if they caught him alone in the manor. Which was growing more frequent recently.)

Clark is charmed, surprised by the Reader having grown up in a Smalltown. For Reader, it’s nice to meet someone who understands the longing for simplicity. Though Clark personally felt like he had something bigger to achieve outside of his town. Still they appreciate each other’s mindset. (Clark also wouldn’t mind inviting Reader out to the Kent farm. It would be fun to annoy Bruce. Plus, Reader is clearly struggling in Gotham. He’s not wrong.)

With Joker locked up, the family relaxes… Somewhat. They still have the rest of the rouge gallery to catch and have to work overtime to do it. Hardly any of them are seen outside the Batcave, which Reader is eighty-four percent certain is in the library.

Reader spends a lot of time pacing the halls. Looking at the paintings and furniture. It’s lonely. It’s like living in a house that’s haunted by ghost you’re supposed to know, but don’t. (If I have to live in a house haunted by ghost, I’d rather be haunted by the ones that loved me. I wanna go home. I want Momma and Daddy. I hate being alone. I hate it here.)

Stephanie, however, having made plans with Reader, finally gets a chance to take them out into Gotham. It takes a nearly a week, but they do manage to get out into the city together. Stephanie showing Reader all her favorite sights, pointing out landmarks and fun things. It’s possibly the funnest day Reader’s had since coming to Gotham. Arcades, Ice Skating, food trucks, street performers, it’s all new and exciting.

Nothing good last in Reader’s life it seems.

In broad daylight, Reader is forcefully grabbed and thrown into the back of a truck.

There’s a massive down side to being Bruce Wayne’s child. You easily get taken hostage and held for ransom.

Stephanie is helpless. She can only watch it happen too far away to make it to Reader in time. The horror and fear on Reader’s face made her stomach turn violently.

She immediately called Barbara to start tracking the vehicle and the thugs, sending an alert out to the entire family.

Once done she couldn’t stop herself from letting the disgust and shame bubble from her gut out on to the pavement. Just the thought of Reader being hurt making her physically ill. (Give them back. How dare they take what’s mine? It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left them alone. They’re helpless without me.)

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Six

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I just haven’t been satisfied with this, but I think I just need to bite the bullet and let it go. I’ve had this in the drafts for a while and have edited it three times.

A/N: I think I might focus on some blurbs. Or, if y’all want, y’all can submit ideas for what Smalltown is gonna be like. I gotta write down a general background for Reader’s childhood there. I have a plan, but wouldn’t mind y’all toss some ideas on to the pile.

A/N: Thank you 🐑 Anon for the happy birthday wishes!

Warning: Kidnapping, Hostage Situation for Reader, Guns, Violence, Death, Yandere Behavior and themes

After the initially panic and dread of being kidnapped settles into Reader’s bones, they’re quickly brought to the Iceberg Lounge. Where a Penguin waits to discuss the details of their ransom with them. He’s kidnapped a Wayne or two over the years, but with how well hidden the family has kept their newest member he might as well scope them out and see if he can make a pretty penny from ransoming them. Give them a proper Gotham introduction.

When Penguin finally has Reader he wrongly expects typical Gotham high society behavior. Threats, insult, bargaining, begging, bribing, hell, even crying. But, Reader, even while terrified, keeps being polite. Referring to him as Mr. Penguin, Sir, and saying please and thank you, while doing exactly what they’re told. Honestly, Reader’s more polite and respectful than half his goons and his own goddamn children. Such a damn shame they couldn’t have been his brat.

So he chats with them. Just for a bit.

How does Reader like Gotham? Who’s their favorite bat brat? What’s their favorite food? How much money did your Momma and Daddy leave you? Just friendly get-to-know you questions to help with the nerves. No need to worry. Everyone’s a bit scared during their first kidnapping. But, do they usually live past the first one, sir? Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t ya? You’ll have to be careful with that.

It’s all quite tense for Reader, just sitting in an empty club with a dangerous man. That is, until word comes in that Bruce Wayne is paying the ransom in full. Apparently, it made Gotham headlines. The newest Wayne kidnapped. It’s all over the News, nearly every channel. Yet, Reader notices something. Why don’t they show my face, sir? It’s because this isn’t going to be your last time getting kidnapped. You’re in Gotham, baby bird. We’re all hostages in this city. How sweet of them to try to protect you from it.

It isn’t long after that, when the lounge gets visitor before the ransom money could even be dropped off.

Red Hood.

One of the Bat Brats, as Penguin calls him. His arrival raising Cain. Rubber bullets and real ones flying everywhere. Penguin gets a hold of Reader, rest his umbrella gun to their temple. Come now, Red. Don’t make me blow their pretty little head off. I’m actually fond of this one. Best of the Wayne bunch, in my not-so-humble opinion.

And, in one of the few times since becoming Red Hood, Jason hesitates. Because if he fails, if Reader gets hurt like he did, he’ll probably burn Gotham to the ground. It’s not an option. He can’t, he won’t, and he will not allow it. And, that thought, is at the forefront of his mind as he looks at Reader’s terrified face with a gun pointed at their head.

The pause, however, is noticeable. Not just to Reader, but to Penguin as well. A sign of weakness or a sign of something more foreboding. It last for a brief moment. Then Red Hood is back in action. Only, in that single moment, a decision was made. A dark decision. Something that had been healed and supposedly buried.

Batman had always fostered the importance of preparedness in them. So, of course, Jason had a magazine of live bullets ready to go for an emergency. And, this was a fucking emergency. Who cares about a few goons? And Penguin fucking deserves it.

Bruce will understand this time. How sad is it that he does?

Penguin barely escapes, with only a handful of his men still breathing and a few bullets in his shoulder, but he lives. Along with the information that the newest Wayne brat is precious enough to a Bat Brat to break the no-kill code again. Though, that might in itself become a problem for Gotham. Once again, Gotham will baptized in blood. Only, the sins are still growing under the red water. Perhaps, this time Gotham will drown in it instead.

Jason grabs a shaking and terrified Reader while leaving the lounge filled with bodies. He’ll take care of it later. Right now he needs to get Reader back to the manor, or somewhere anywhere safe. Away from Gotham, away from its criminals, and, most of all, away from him.

For a moment he had been… enraptured when he saw how scared his precious Reader looked with a gun to their head. How they looked at him with such a pitiful pleading expression. The way the shook and quaked. How fucking big their eyes got in fear.

Reader kept looking at him with those same watery fearful eyes. Those shaking fingers. A tremble that they must be all the way down to their bones. Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute.

He didn’t make it for before he snapped, grabbing Reader’s face to ask what they talked with Penguin about. What did he want from you? Why did you look so friendly with him? Don’t you know he’s a criminal. He’s dangerous. He just wants to see them cower like that again. Just once more.

It takes a long moment for him to calm down and pull himself away from terrifying Reader. Eventually, noticing an oncoming storm and realizing he had better get Reader somewhere safe and back to Bruce so he can go back and clean up the trash.

Jason leaves a throughly shaken and distraught Reader on the GCPD roof. Right next to a lit Bat Signal for a tired Jim Gordan to find.

Jim finds Reader in the storm, mildly despondent from the entire ordeal. After ushering them inside and trying to lightly question them, he makes a call to Bruce that Red Hood had rescued Reader and they the GCPD had them safe. Bruce, naturally , breaks all sorts of traffic laws to get to them when he hears the concerned tone in Jim’s voice.

Reader, exhausted from the days events and shock, falls asleep in one of the spare chairs in the GCPD building. Bruce practically melts in relief when he finds them, picking them up and gently loading them in his car. NOT A DAMN TRUCK. To take them back home. Most of the GCPD find the gesture touching. What a sweet father he is. How lucky Reader is to have such a loving father.

Arriving home, Bruce puts Reader to bed, and makes sure Alfred is on stand by to comfort them and see to their every need. Watch them. Let me know if there’s even the slightest sign of a nightmare.

After taking a moment to let his eyes linger on a sleeping Reader, he heads down into the Batcave. Calling the family together for a meeting.

Stephanie is distraught. It’s her fault Reader got taken, all her fault. She shouldn’t have left them alone. She should have been right there be their side the entire time. At every moment and got every second.

And, Bruce, with deceptively calm yet devastating words, confirms just as much.

Surprisingly, there’s no shouting. No disagreements. Not from Stephanie, and certainly not from any one else. Just the cold realization that it was her fault Reader was nearly hurt and the solemn acceptance of it. They were supposed to have a chance to get close. Stephane won’t ever let it happen again. She’ll always be close from now on. In every way she can. Even if she’s not worthy.

Jason having gone back to clean up his mess before reporting back to Bruce and the others had more startling news. No one mentions a thing when they see the blood on him. Nor the empty magazines. Nor that familiar look in his eyes that reminds them of when he first came back. Someone had torched the Iceberg Lounge before he got back. Penguin is still running free, but the lounge is up in fire and smoke.

He did manage to see a figure leaving when he finally saw past the flames.

A Talon.

The Court of the Owls was active once more.

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With the whole Kidnapping thing and the Court being active again despite its previous destruction, Reader’s life went on completely lockdown. They aren’t allowed to go into Gotham at all. Not that they wanted to. The only reason Bruce didn’t just unenrolled them from Gotham Academy is because Damian, Cassandra, and Duke vow to watch them closely and report everything back to him.

Alfred, from then on, drives them all to and from school. Leading to quiet, bordering awkward, mornings and afternoons.

After the whole ordeal with Penguin and Red Hood, Reader is ninety percent certain the family is Gotham’s Bat vigilantes. Mainly due to the fact that Red Hood reminded Reader eerily of how Jason acted to be around them. Luckily, he barely managed to hold himself back. But, it was clear, enjoyed their fear and wanted to scare them. The whole situation resulted in Reader’s momentarily loss of control.

It also didn’t help that everyone seemed to disappear now.

Sure, Reader rides to school with Cassandra and Duke everyday. Damian is also there, but he just silently watches them with those poisonous green eyes of his. The three of them now hovering in the distance down the back of Reader’s neck. Nevertheless, as soon as they were all back in the Manor, the place becomes like a ghosttown. Even Alfred disappears for hours on end now.

Reader rightful assumes it’s more Bat work. But, there’s no one there to talk about how the incident made them feel. To help them verbally process the ordeal. It hurts.

What hurt the most, however, was Stephanie avoiding them.

Now, if Stephanie had just given them even an empty excuse and left the room it probably wouldn’t have hurt so much. But, to watch the blood drain from Stephanie’s face at the sight of Reader and then physically run away from them was offensive and down right painful.

Then there’s the additional fact that, coincidentally, Jason starts showing back up at the manor. Undoubtedly, helping the others with whatever they’re doing in the library. But, Reader sees him as more often as they pace the empty halls of the manor. And, that hysterical gleam in his eyes reminds them of that night they were rescued.

Tim has been like a ghost since the beginning of Reader’s stay. Every time Reader seems to make progress befriending him, he disappears. Only to reappear and act like nothing happened. Unnaturally, he acts like they’re somehow even closer than before. Each and every time. Like he’s never let Reader alone. Ever. Like he’s always been there watching. And, then he disappears, again and again. Only staying for brief moments.

Barbara is just a thought in Reader’s mind. Reader has seen more of Jim Gordon, her father, than Barbara in the recent weeks.

Mr. Gordon had been wanting to check in on them after the incident and ask them a few questions on what happened that night at the Iceberg Lounge. He was quite gentle in his interrogation, if you could call it that. Barbara had told him Reader wasn’t used to Gotham’s madness and must be treated gently.

Not to say Barbara isn’t checking on Reader. Tim’s not the only on constantly checking the manor cameras as Reader paces.

Dick was like a stray wind. Blowing through the manor, knocking Reader over with the shower of affection then disappearing again. To the library. To Buldhaven. To the ends of the world and back for all they knew. Unfortunately, Reader was growing desperate for any sense of comfort and would cling to him when he came. You have no idea how happy that made him. It was so cute how sad Reader was when he left now. How nice it felt to be needed.

Bruce was different, though. After the incident, he somehow managed to find a way to suffocate Reader with his presence without even being in it for long. Appearing at random to just watch them before disappearing again. Nothing was ever said. He just watched them then vanished.

Reader dreads having to bring up the whole incident with Penguin and Red Hood to Nana. They don’t want to cause anyone back home to worry. Besides, it’ll just remind everyone about that incident a few years back. The one that Reader does everything to forget about. The incident that would probably change a few things for better or for worse. For the family and for Gotham.

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A/N: Yeah, Penguin lives. But, for a reason. Don’t get mad, please. (I did research and found out he was basically Yandere for his mother and killed his father and brothers to have all her attention for himself. And, he has children. 👀)

A/N: Also, reader’s getting some mild tragic backstory. It’s the DC universe. Everything’s gotta have a bit of bitterness. It’s all for the plot.

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