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I wanted a cute deck box for my yugioh cards. But I couldn’t find one! So I made one instead. He’s very fluffy and can hold lots of cards.
Count to Ten
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of blood, violence (but not really), soul sucking fluff
A/N: The world sucks right now. Enjoy a piece of happiness from the only man that would be able to save us all from this place. (Repost because I broke my last post :D)
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The air was cold. The air in Gotham was always cold. The time of cold that hits you when you least suspect it.
Kind of like today.
You weren’t even sure what time of day it was anymore. You couldn’t think straight. The pounding in your head was not helping the situation one bit.
Somewhere to your left, a pipe was dripping in a steady, mocking rhythm.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You try to lift your head again, but the room tilts. Your vision blurred at the edges, white stars clouding your vision. Your wrists ached where the rope bit into your skin. You stopped fighting against them a while ago.
You swallowed. Your mouth tasted like copper. You were not sure how long you had been tied to this chair. The last thing you remember was walking to your car from work. You mentally kicked yourself for leaving so late. You knew better. Gotham didn’t give a damn what time it was. Someone was always watching.
“You hear me, sweetheart?”
The voice was too close. You could hear the grin in his voice. You turned away from the direction of the voice.
“Your boyfriend’s late to the party. Maybe we were mistaken about how much you mean to him.”
You clenched your jaw. He’s coming. He always comes. You just hoped the emergency signal had gone off.
The man laughed and paced a slow circle around your chair. You avoided looking at his face. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You put on a brave face, but deep down, you were terrified.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He stopped directly behind the chair, and looked down at you like a hungry animal. “Maybe I can have some fun with you before he gets here.” You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You tried to pull away, but the sudden movement only made the pounding in your head worse.
A sound at the far end of the warehouse echoed through the room. Heavy boots on concrete. Measured. Certain.
The air around you changed.
Your breath hitched. The man behind you shifted. His cocky demeanor changed almost immediately.
From Pride. Into Fear.
******
Jason didn’t look at you. Not yet.
His entire focus was on the men standing between him and the only thing he’d ever sworn to protect.
They started to shout into the shadows, some threat about leverage, about ransom.
He raised his pistol and chambered a round. The sound cracked the silence like thunder. The men around you tensed.
“You picked the wrong person to mess with.”
The next five seconds were chaos.
Gunshots. Screams. The wet impact of bodies hitting concrete.
You flinched but didn’t look up, not that doing so would help seeing how the headache still clouded your vision. You knew how this was all going to end. You were thankful the men kept you in the far back of the warehouse.
The silence returned, but only for a moment.
You felt his presence before you heard his voice.
Footsteps. The rasp of his breath behind the helmet. The gentler shift in his weight as he crouched in front of you.
“Y/N?”
Your lip trembled. You opened your eyes, just enough to see through your lashes.
“Hey, doll,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Can you hear me?”
You nodded. Tears sliding over your cheeks.
“I’m here,” he murmured, softer now. “I’m gonna get you out.”
He lifted a gloved hand and brushed your cheek with his knuckle. A touch so soft it almost didn't feel real.
His eyes narrowed beneath the mask. His voice lowered, deadly calm.
“Close your eyes for me.”
“Jay…”
“Close them, sweetheart. I need you to trust me.”
You swallowed hard and obeyed, blinking the tears away before darkness took over.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “It will be over soon.”
You waited for his next order.
“Count to ten.”
You clenched her eyes shut so tight it hurt.
“One…”
You heard the scrape of his boots moving away.
“Two…”
A wet sound. Something heavy hitting the floor.
“Three…”
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.
“Four…”
Metal clattered against concrete.
“Five…”
A muffled groan, cut short by the sound of a gunshot.
“Six…”
Something warm splattered across your arm. You flinched but didn’t dare open your eyes.
“Seven…”
His voice, low, close: “Almost there.”
“Eight…”
The ropes shifted around your wrists.
“Nine…”
The pressure eased. You drew your first full breath in hours.
“Ten.”
You didn't dare open your eyes. Not yet. You collapsed forward, but his arms caught you before you could even think about the impact. Carefully, you felt his arms snake under your knees and behind your arms.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he said again, voice raw. You could hear the subtle shake even through his voice changer.
You buried your face in his chest. His jacket smelled like leather and cigarettes, with a tinge of gunpowder.
He carried you out of that warehouse as gently as possible.
Past the bodies.
Past the carnage he left behind.
All you felt was the steady thump of his heart against your cheek.
You felt the familiar feeling of a leather seat behind you once he set you down. You opened your eyes slowly.
Jason was kneeling in front of you. Helmet off. Mask off. Hair damp with sweat. His teal eyes meeting yours.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded once, even though you weren't entirely sure it was the truth.
His gaze softened. He reached into a pouch and pulled out a wet cloth. With hands that had just ended lives, he wiped the blood from your cheek.
The smudge on your arm. The tears from your cheeks.
He took his time. Like if he went slowly enough, maybe he could erase all of it. Every bruise, every nightmare, every memory of tonight.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead. He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Let’s go home.” he murmured.
Your lip curved up, just a little. Just enough.
You nodded.
He gave you a tired smile.
“Count to ten, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “That’s all you ever have to do. I’ll handle the rest.”
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I do! Same name.
The Waynes: Chapter 12
Title: The Waynes
Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Nothing I can think of. But mentions of the violence that happened in chapter 11.
Summary: The tables are turned. Now its your turn to tell Jason the truth. It all comes out.
A/N: Feels like it been forever. But the world is mad mad place right now. Stay safe, and here is a story to hopefully take you away from the madness, at least for a few minutes.
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12: The Things We Hide
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, gently waking you from a restless night. As you stirred, a sharp pain shot up your neck and hands, a cruel reminder of the night before. You groaned softly, and blinked away the haze of sleep. You gave yourself a minute before trying to sit up, wincing at the stiffness in your muscles.
The room was slightly chilly. You reached out instinctively seeking the warmth Jason often provided to you, but the bed beside you was empty. Panic filled in your chest for a moment before you heard the door creak open. Jason walked in, balancing a tray full of breakfast items. His eyes met yours, and he smiled.
"Good morning Doll," he said softly, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "How are you feeling?"
You tried to smile back, though the pain made it difficult. "I've had better mornings," you admitted, your voice hoarse, barely coming out in a loud whisper. It hurt a bit to talk.
Jason's expression filled with concern as he sat beside you, gently helping you sit up against the pillows. "I brought breakfast. I know we didn’t get a chance to eat last night." he said, lifting the tray onto your lap. The smell of freshly baked bread, eggs, and fruit filled the room, momentarily distracting you from the pain.
"Thank you." you whispered, happily.
Jason sat next to you while you both enjoyed a little bit of everything. You noticed his hands were wrapped with fresh bandages, but you didn't say anything about it. He told you everything was fine at the bakery. They cleared out all the damage, and by the time Pam stepped into the shop the next day, it looked as if nothing happened the night before.
After breakfast, Jason made sure to redress your wounds, and gave you a pain killer to further wash away the memory of last night.
A light snowfall had begun. The grounds of the manor were always paved, so the new snow did not cling to the ground. You asked Jason if you two could take a walk in the manors gardens. Most of the plants were all dead at this point, but it was always nice to see the white snow on the grass. Especially when walking paths have been made by the staff. It was cold, but nothing a few layers and a scarf couldn't fix.
The morning air was cool and refreshing against your skin. The view was breathtaking, with the garden bustling with activity. Guards patrolled the grounds, their movements planned and precise.
As you walked hand in hand deeper into the grounds, you watched the guards in the garden, their presence a comforting reminder of the protection that surrounded you. Jason gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
You two made your way into the large greenhouse that sat further back into the garden. One of the guards stationed near the area, opened the door for both of you to enter. You stepped in first, Jason following close behind. The air around you instantly warmed. While everything outside of the greenhouse was a stark white, everything inside was a vibrant green. There was a large koi pond sitting at the end of the greenhouse. A small man-made waterfall flowing into it from the other end.
You two decided to stay for a while. It was nice to see some greenery after seeing so much snow for the past few days. It was a nice place to rest from the cold winter air. There was some outdoor furniture placed near the edge of the pond. You both sat down on the small bench looking over the koi that had gathered near the chairs. For a few minutes, only the sound of running water could be heard. It was nice.
You sat closer to Jason for a second. You were the one to break the silence.
You looked at him guilty. “Jay, I have a confession.”
Jason looked down at you, confused.
You bit your lip, nervously. “Do you remember everything you told me last night? About your family?
Jason nodded.
“I’ve known for a while now.”
Jason tilted his head in confusion, like a lost puppy at its owner.
“Remember the day after the gala? When our pictures were all over the tabloids?”
Jason nodded, intrigued at your story.
“That was the day Jim finally had a face to the name. I hadn’t given him much detail other than your name really. He pulled me aside at work that next day and told me everything.” You paused to stare at him for a second. “He has a close friend that is one of Bruce’s lieutenants I think? So Jim was always well protected thanks to Bruce’s control over the city. He told me what your family really did. Who the Waynes are to the city of Gotham. And it was easy enough for me to put two and two together.” You said shyly.
Jason just stared at you. Unsure what to say at first. But the burning question inside him finally came out. “But, if you knew what I did for a living, why are you so okay with everything? I’m a murderer…” He said sadly.
You take his hand into yours. “Jay. Do you remember how I told you I grew up in the system?” Jason nods. It was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. You two shared the same history.
“Well there was this old man who used to visit all the time, at the house in Bludhaven. He would come and bring all the kids pastries every day. I was always fascinated by the many things you could make with a few eggs, flour, and sugar. So I asked him many questions, and he loved answering them. He would take me to different dessert shops and even paid for some of my classes when I left the home when I was 18. He really helped put me on my feet.”
Jason listened, never once letting his attention waver.
"He was the nicest man I had ever met," you began, your voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. "I still remember the day I said goodbye to him when I left for Gotham. Before we parted ways, I asked him why he was always so nice to me."
You paused, the memory filling your mind as if it was just yesterday. "He looked at me with those kind eyes and said I reminded him of his granddaughter who had passed away in an accident when she was little. That broke my heart and yet, it made me smile. The feeling was bittersweet as I was a constant reminder of his granddaughter. But it also brought me comfort knowing that I could help him relive those memories."
Your eyes softened at the memory, your gaze moving to the fish in the pond. "When I got my job at the bakery, I was so excited to tell him. I couldn't wait to share the good news. But a couple of days later, I saw his face in the newspaper.”
You paused again. Taking in the memory of the moment you saw the news. “He was dead. The headline caught my eye first, but the story beneath it was even more shocking."
Taking a deep breath, you continued, "The article revealed that the kind old man who had taken care of me was actually the head of the local mob in Bludhaven. He had secretly run an underground weapons smuggling ring for nearly 50 years. On his deathbed, he confessed everything."
You shook your head slightly, thinking back to how naive you were. "It was like discovering a hidden chapter in a book I thought I knew so well. But regardless of what he did for a living, I couldn't forget the kindness he showed me. It's a strange feeling, knowing that the man who made me feel safe and cared for was also capable of such things. God knows how many people were killed by the weapons he sold. But in the end, I choose to remember him for the good he did in my life."
You looked up, a small smile painted on your lips. "Life is full of surprises, and people are never just one thing. He was a mob boss, yes, but to me, he was also a kind man who gave me a sense of family when I needed it the most."
“I went to his funeral. Didn’t know anyone there, but there sure a hell a lot of powerful people there. It was there, standing over his casket, that I made a vow. To never judge a book by its cover. My deadbeat dad taught me that much. Cops are often more corrupt than your local mobster. At least the mobster doesn’t pretend like he was a law abiding citizen.”
Jason just stared at you in awe. You had known all along who the Wayne family was and what they did. And yet, here you were, still by his side, even after he had essentially beaten a man into a coma right in front of you.
You finally met his eyes, your voice soft but resolute. "And that's why I don't care if your family is a mob family. Because as long as you are in that family, I will love them just the same. I don't care that you do what you must to help your family. That's what family is, a group of people willing to do anything for each other. And that's what you did for me last night. Nothing more."
Tears began to well up in your eyes. "I love you, Jason. For you, and nothing more. I don't care about your past. I just care about the man who was willing to start a gang war for me."
For a moment, the world stood still.
He just stared at you. For how long, you didn't know. Time froze in a way he couldn't explain. And just for one moment, everything felt like a dream.
"You knew.” Jason finally said, his voice trembling slightly.
“You knew what I was… and you stayed." A pause. He blinks like he’s trying to pull himself out of something deep.
"You sell warmth and sweetness to strangers. I sell pain to the people who cross me." He chuckled.
"And still. You stayed" He said. Almost in a whisper.
He stood so suddenly the bench creaked beneath him.
You watched him, breath caught somewhere in your throat, your heart knocking against your ribs like it knew something was coming.
Then he turned and dropped to one knee.
Your hands flew to your mouth. Your lips parted in a silent gasp as your eyes brimmed over.
"Y/N," he began, his voice trembling with emotion, "I’m not a good person. I never was and never will be. I was born to hurt people and protect secrets. That’s all anyone has ever wanted from me.”
He paused, reaching into his pocket, not for a weapon, for once, but a small velvet box.
“You’re the only thing I have ever wanted. And the only person that has ever wanted me.”
His eyes found yours; unguarded, scared, but certain.
"You stayed. So stay mine. Let me spend the rest of my life proving why you were right to."
He opens the box. A ring, simple, yet breathtaking. The diamond, way bigger than anything you have ever seen before, sparkled. Even in the dim Gotham sun.
“I’ve bled men dry for looking at me wrong. And somehow, all I want is to be good enough to kiss the ground you walk on.”
His throat worked around the next words like they were carved straight from his bones.
"Marry me. Not because I’m safe. I’ll never be. But because when I touch you, the world finally goes quiet. And I-I” He stutters. “I don’t know how to live without that silence anymore."
You didn't give him the chance to be scared of your answer. You launched yourself into his arms, breathless and sobbing, pressing your mouth to his.
"Yes," you whispered between kisses. "Jason! Yes!"
The pain that shot through your body upon impact was proof that this was real life, but you ignored it. You ignored your injuries and focused solely on the happiness you were feeling.
He held you like you were the last piece of peace in the world.
And maybe, to him, you were.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol
man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this
I don’t play that shit lol sorry
WHyyyy
Sorry everyone
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
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this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!
It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr
I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES
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Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~
One time I didn’t and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card
I’m sorry. We’re so close to the edge I just can’t risk it.
Sorry y'all I ain’t gonna be the one to piss off Madame Zeroni.
I was checking a blog to see if it was on the up and she was here. Always show respect to Madame Zeroni.
I can’t believe after all these years I finally encountered her–
Ain’t taking no chances
sorry, not gonna risk it 😬
I’m sorry-! Can’t risk it though.
Sorry that I haven't posted anything in a long time :')) I'm kinda busy with uni plus I'm so unsatisfied with my artstyle rn, I just don't have any motivation to draw lol but I recently got into batfam again so here's Jason Todd <3 First time drawing him tho!
The Waynes: Chapter 11
Title: The Waynes
Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter, a few mentions of blood and murder
Summary: Jason tells the truth.
A/N: Guesssss whos back? Well, guess who has some free time now that it is the holidays and I have less work to hide from. Here is it, chapter 11. A big thank you for those who are still keeping up with this!
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11: The Family Secret
You could feel the adrenaline wear off. It started with the burning pain coming from your hands. The painkiller was doing its best to help, but you could feel the pain through its effects rather quickly. Almost all at once you could feel your body fight against you. The pain in your hands was obvious, but the aching around your throat soon started to reveal itself. Like a burn from a hot iron. You felt your eyelids start to drop. They were heavier than usual and you tried your hardest to fight off the exhaustion. So far, you were losing. Your head started to drop as the last of the adrenaline left your body.
You could feel Jason’s arms tighten a bit more around you. A squeeze of reassurance.
“Don’t fight it princess. You’re safe now. You can go to sleep. Once we get the okay from Alfred, we can head to the manor.”
You didn’t respond. Your throat all of a sudden felt like it was closed up. You didn’t really have the energy to fight it anyways.
Jason made it easier by leaning back onto the couch. You followed suit, resting your face against his chest. He began to slowly stroke your hair, a familiar and comforting gesture. This was your ritual, one that had formed on nights when he returned from work late and accidentally woke you while trying to slip into bed. It wasn’t his fault you were a light sleeper. Every time, he would wrap his arms around you and stroke your hair until you drifted back to sleep.
His gentle strokes were calming. You knew you were slowly losing the battle to sleep. This feeling always makes you relax. The feeling that nothing else mattered only, you and Jason.
You weren't sure how much time had passed. You only knew that when you woke up, you were being carried through the doors of Wayne manor. You weren’t even sure how you ended up here. You blinked through the blurriness and saw that Jason was carrying you up the stairs and down a long hallway. You wriggled around in his arms a bit, letting him know you were awake. You were vaguely aware someone was behind you two, Alfred probably. After a few moments, Jason stopped, and stepped through a pair of double doors. You closed your eyes again. You could feel your head start to pound, no doubt a migraine forcing its way out of your skull.
“I had one of the maids run a bath for Miss Y/N. It should still be hot.”
Jason hummed in approval. “Thanks Alfred. I’ll ring if we need anything else.”
“Jerry and Paul are stationed at the door. We have a dozen other men patrolling the gardens. Two are stationed right beneath the balcony. Jim and Pam have been alerted to the situation and are grateful for our help.”
The names of your bosses brought your attention. You opened your eyes to look at Alfred now. You saw worry etched on his face. It was very different from the happy smiles he was giving at the gala.
He looked at you with sadness. “Please let me know if you need anything Miss Y/N. I have moved some of your clothes from the penthouse into the closet here. I have also left a new set of bandages and some stronger painkillers on the bathroom counter. I suggest taking one before stepping into the shower.”
You nodded and thanked him. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Jason carried you into the bathroom, gently setting you down in front of the steaming tub. Your legs wobbled a bit, but you managed to keep yourself standing.
You let Jason help you out of your work clothes. All of which were covered in dried blood. He threw them straight into the trash can. There was no saving those clothes now. Jason tested the water before helping you into the hot bath. It was hot at first, but as soon as your body understood the need for the heat, a sense of relief washed over your body.
You sat down, raising your hands above the water level, careful not to get your bandages wet. Once you leaned back and started to relax, Jason began helping you clean the blood off your body with a soft washcloth. He gently unwrapped your bandages, and cleaned around them, careful not to get any soap into the wounds. The water quickly turned a light pink as all the blood began to melt off your body. Jason scrubbed gently around your body, making sure to get every last bit of blood off your body. You winced a little when he got to your neck. Jason tensed a bit when he studied your bruises, his eyebrows furrowing. You hadn’t had a chance to look at yourself in a mirror yet, but you were sure you would be able to see a hand mark around your throat. It was painful enough that you knew it was there. You tried to calm him down by placing your hand on his cheek. He sighed deeply, and continued gently scrubbing your chest, careful to go around the harsh bruise that was darkening as time passed.
The small cuts on his hand stung as the soap penetrated into the wounds. But he ignored the pain. He deserved every second of it.
Once he was satisfied with his job, he drained the tub and used a small shower head attached to the tub to rinse off the excess soap. You watched the pink water slowly finish flowing down the drain. How much of that blood was yours and how much of it was Mario’s you did not know. But it was all gone now.
Jason wrapped you up into a fluffy towel and helped you get dressed. He rewrapped your wounds and he handed you one of his shirts. You took slow steady steps and you sat on the couch directly in front of the fireplace. Jason sat sheepishly next to you.
You could feel the tension flowing off him. You two hadn’t really talked since the phone call you had a few hours prior. You sat in silence for a bit. The sound of the fireplace cracking was the only noise in the room. After a few more tension filled moments, Jason finally spoke up.
“Y/N…” Jason said softly.
You looked at him. He looked scared. An emotion you had never seen on him before.
“I’m not sure if Selena told you or not. But the family… My family.. W-we… Aren’t the good guys in the story.” He finally finished.
You gently placed your hand over his. Silently urging him to continue.
“Y/N, the Waynes. My family, the rumors of the underground mob we run? That’s all true. Bruce runs the whole thing. Dick, Tim, Cass, Steph and even Damian sometimes are a part of it all. The activities I manage at the bar, they’re not your typical run of the mill bar manager activities. In fact, I'm almost never at the bar.”
He took a deep breath for this one.
“I'm the muscle of the family. I torture people for information whenver the family needs it.”
You continued to watch Jason, but he wasn't looking at you anymore. His eyes were fixated at the red of the flames as he continued with his story.
“I’ve killed many times Y/N. Sometimes by accident. Most of the time Bruce asks me to. The men are as good as dead anyways after they squeal. It’s a mercy killing at that point.”
You stayed silent. You knew he wasn’t done.
“There’s blood on my hands… And tonight some of it was yours. And it's my fault. I tried to keep you as far away from that life as I could. But Bruce was right. Our lives are dangerous. There’s no running away from that.” He sighed sadly, looking down at his shoes this time, unable to look you in the eyes just yet.
“I’m a monster. And I understand if you don't want to see me or my family again after tonight.” Jason could feel tears brim his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried. It was probably back when we found out his mom had died of an overdose. Ever since then, he wasn’t sure he could feel sadness.
Your heart was breaking watching Jason confess everything to you. You placed your hand on his chin and turned his head to face yours. His eyes were brimming with tears now. The thought of losing you was almost too much for him.
Instead of walking out on him like he thought you would. He turned to look into your eyes. Instead of an angry or disgusted look he was expecting, he met your soft gaze instead. You smiled once your eyes met and Jason was stunned.
“Oh Jay.” You said happy tears falling from your eyes now. “I would never leave you. Not after what you just did for me back there. You saved me.”
Jason stared at you, speechless. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close for another hug. He returned the embrace instinctively, both of you crying openly. The thick walls of the manor provided privacy for this moment of raw emotion; you were grateful, knowing that in your old apartment, neighbors would have been knocking by now.
It was you who pulled away first. You pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, but he kept his arms around your waist. You were both covered in tears and snot, but you didn’t care. You pushed yourself up to press a quick kiss onto his lips.
"Let's go to bed, okay? We can talk more in the morning," you said softly, your voice filled with tenderness and reassurance. Jason nodded, a sense of relief washing over his face. He gently helped you to your feet, his hands steady and supportive. As you made your way to the bed, the weight of the night’s events seemed to lift slightly, replaced by a comforting warmth.
Jason carefully pulled back the covers and helped you into bed, his movements gentle and attentive. You snuggled up to him, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart against your cheek. His arms wrapped around you, instinctually. Your breaths fell into a gentle rhythm.
The pain and fear from earlier in the evening seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace. You closed your eyes, listening to the soothing rhythm of Jason’s breathing. The world outside ceased to exist, at least for one night.
That night, your dreams were shadowed by a tinge of red.
“i can fix him”
ok welcome to the construction crew
But make them techno punk
can you put your fics under a read more please?
They get automatically put into view post/view more if they show up on a tag. Would rather not have to go back to all my stuff to do this. I personally like them not shrunk on my page. Sorry.
The Waynes: Chapter 10
Title: The Waynes
Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Attempted SA, unwanted advances, blood, violence. One of the heavier chapters.
Summary: An unwanted guest shows up at the bakery. A turf war begins.
A/N: Had a writing kick. Hope you all like this one. It's the climax of the story.
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Lines Drawn in Blood
“It’s been super dead lately.” You said into the phone. “I kinda wish more people came by. I feel bad wasting all these cupcakes.”
Jason chuckled. You were at the bakery, waiting out the last few hours of your shift. Winter had finally hit, so there were less people out and about. The bakery had some delicious items, but not delicious enough for people to trek through 3 feet of snow for.
“Hopefully no one comes by tonight and you can start your end of shift duties sooner. “I can come pick you up tonight. I’m almost done here.”
You smiled happily. Jason had been working so much lately, you were sad that he hadn’t been able to pick you up for a while. This was the first night in months he was able to meet you after work. “Yes!” You said happily into the phone. “Well that means I should get started on closing duty now. See you in a couple of hours?” You asked happily.
“See you soon doll. Love you.”
“Love you too Jay.” You said making a kissy noise into the phone. You hung up and began to clean up the shop.
The final few hours dragged on.
The streets were nearly empty now. There hadn’t been a person in sight for at least 30 minutes. It was a nice kind of quiet. Charles sat in front of the shop, his eyes trained on the empty streets outside. The sun was starting to set behind the buildings, casting long dark shadows onto the street.
You started your ending shift duties a bit early tonight. You knew you likely wouldn't get any more customers tonight. You glance at Charles, whose eyes were still fixated on the streets. Ever since the situation with Mario at the gala, you noticed Charles was more attentive of your surroundings. Not that anything happened after that. There was some slight tension amongst Jason’s men, but not much more than usual.
As you were cleaning out the last baking sheet, a loud crash from the alleyway made you jump. Charles instantly got to his feet. You made your way back to the front and saw Charles look around the front of the building with caution. He looked back at you, his eyes wary and concerned. “Stay inside, and make sure the door in the back is locked. I’ll be right back.” He said.
You nodded and quickly made your way to the back of the shop. The door in the back was usually locked during opening hours, but you went back to double check anyways. You felt a small sense of relief as you saw the lock was indeed engaged.
You returned to the front and went back to cleaning up. You made your way towards the rows of bread at the front, ready to put them into a bag to give to the Wayne crew back at the Cave, when the sound of a bell notified you of a figure in the doorway. You were expecting Charles, but it was someone else. Someone you were hoping you would never see at the bakery.
Mario stepped into the bakery. His presence quickly fills the small space. You could feel your heart race as he made his way towards the counter. A smirk quickly painted his face. He looked you up and down like a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered. You looked towards the front door, hoping Charles would show up any second now.
“Hello, Y/N.” Mario said, a small hint of seduction in his voice. “What a nice place you have here.”
You hesitated, but answered with a steady voice. You knew better than to show him any sign of fear. You kept glancing at the door, praying Charles would be back. You also glanced at your cell phone sitting next to the cash register, which was currently behind where Mario was standing.
“Thank you. But I am afraid we are closing for the night. So I will have to ask you to leave.”
You tried to turn around and made your way towards the rows of bread once more, hoping he would take the hint and leave.You tensed a bit when the sound of the front door closing filled the room.
“Well it's a good thing I'm not here for the food now am I?” Taking a step closer to where you were and reaching out to touch your arm. You pulled away, and looked him dead in the eyes.
“We are closed. Please leave.” You pushed passed him and made a beeline towards your phone on the counter, but you felt a hand grab your wrist. You had a sudden flashback to the gala. Except this time, you were alone. You looked at the door once more. Where was Charles?
“I told you. I’m not here for the food”, he said, his voice raising a bit in tone.
A wave of fear overtook you, but you pushed past it. “Let go of me!” You shouted, trying your best to fight his ever tightening grip.
“You’re a feisty one, I'll give you that. Todd has good taste in women.” He said pulling you closer to him. “Common, one night with me and you’ll forget all about that nasty old Wayne.”
Your eyes started to fill with tears, but you put on your bravest face. “No. Let go!” You shouted.
He quickly let go, and you were relieved for half a second. Until you felt him push you backwards into one of the tables at the front of the shop. You lost your balance and fell, knocking over the table and glass vase that sat at the top.
The glass shattered upon impact as it fell right alongside the table. You instantly felt a sharp pain run up your arms as you tried to brace your fall with your hands. The broken glass shards quickly cuting into your hands.
Mario looked down over you, a predatory grin painted on his face. You tried to push yourself up, but the pain from the glass was too intense. “Not so feisty anymore.” Mario said before you felt a hand wrap around your throat. He brought you onto your feet and pushed you against the wall, hand still wrapped around your throat. You tried to pull him off, but that only made the glass go deeper into your hands.
“It would’ve been more fun if you were awake. But I can still have fun with your body.” His hands began to squeeze, cutting off your air supply.
Tears flowed heavily down your face now. You clawed weakly at his arm, but it was no use. Your vision started to blur as stars filled your vision due to lack of air. You could feel the darkness slowly take over. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, you could hear the door burst open.
You felt Mario’s grip loosen as you fell to the floor, quickly gasping for air.
The next few minutes went by in a blur.
You could hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh as Jason’s fists connected with Mario’s jaw. The force of the punch sent him flying into the display case up front, but Jason didn’t stop there. He pounced onto Mario, his fists connecting with his face over and over again in a flurry.
You were in too much shock to realize just what was going on. The stars lessened and your vision started to clear as oxygen reached your lungs once more. You could see from behind, Jason was perched on top of Mario, still throwing punches to the man’s face.
Just as quickly as it all happened, a flash of blue and red entered the party. They quickly made their way towards Jason, trying their best to pull him off of the other man.
“Jason! Stop! You’re killing him.” Dick shouted, grabbing one of Jason’s arms. Jason was much stronger than dick of course, so Tim had to step in on the other side.
“Stop, this isn’t going to solve anything!” Tim shouted. With both their might they managed to pull Jason off of Mario. Jason’s chest heaved, his breath coming in angrily. For a moment, it seemed like he might push past them both, but a small whimper from the side of the room caught his attention.
He quickly turned and, with two large strides, knelt in front of you. He noticed the blood instantly, and for a moment, he considered turning back to finish what he had started. But the sound of your whimpers erased every trace of anger in his body, replacing it with something entirely new.
The fury in his eyes softened as he gently took your trembling hand. Your eyes were closed, and you recoiled at his touch, unsure of who was reaching out to you. But recognition dawned when a soft voice asked, "Doll, are you okay?"
Slowly, you opened your eyes. You hadn't realized you had backed yourself into the corner of the room, next to the counter. Your entire body was shaking uncontrollably. You had pulled your legs into yourself and tried to do the same with your arms, but the pain in your hands prevented you from moving them. Voices murmured behind Jason, but you paid them no mind.
The ringing in your ears from the overwhelming fear gradually subsided, and your vision cleared slightly. Although the tears filling your eyes blurred parts of the room, you knew one thing for certain: you were safe. Jason hesitantly leaned closer, and you rested your head against his chest. Your whimpers turned into sobs as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. Your body trembled even harder as the sobs wracked through you, but his presence brought a measure of calm amidst the chaos.
“It’s okay princess. I’m here.” Jason’ whispered into your ear so only you could hear his words. You buried your face into his shoulders as he wrapped his arms underneath your legs and effortlessly picked you up off the floor. You could feel the cold air touch your skin as Jason left the building. He barked a few orders at his men. Two familiar voices behind you did the same. You never took your face out from his shoulder. You didn't want to see what was going on around you.
The cold air soon vanished as you could feel yourself entering a car. The familiar smell of leather and sandalwood in the air. A small heat source quickly heating you back up. Sobs still racked your body as the sudden realization of what just happened continued to pulsate through your body.
You could feel the vehicle begin the move. Voices were talking over each other. You recoginzed one to be Dick’s, but that was it. You tried your best to just focus on the sound of Jason’s heartbeat.
“He’s… alive…” You heard.
“Charles… okay…”
“Tim…cleanup… blood… no trace….”
Jason’s grip tightened around you as the men spoke in serious tones. You could feel yourself slowly calming down now that you were surrounded by familiar people. Now that you knew you were safe.
The car came to a halt as Jason carried you out and in through the doors of the cave. The familiar darkness washing over you both as you entered its halls. Your sobs were light sniffles at this point. You willed yourself to stop, but your body said otherwise. You took your face away from the safety of Jason’s shoulder for just one second.
You had never seen the bar like this before. It seemed busier than ever. Only, most of the people here were not employees or guests as far as you could tell. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the polished wooden tables, where groups of men in sharp, tailored suits huddled together, their faces set with grim determination. The low murmur of tense conversations filled the air, followed by the occasional clink of glasses and the metallic snap of gun holsters being checked. Many of the tables had weapons on them. Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, and more. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought The Cave was a gun shop at this point. Cigarette smoke filled the room, adding a hazy veil to the already charged atmosphere.
These were no ordinary patrons. Each of them wore a small pin on their suit, the Wayne family crest. These were all Bruce’s men. Each one preparing for the turf war that had just erupted, their eyes cold and calculating, ready for the violence to come. The entire room turned its attention to you and Jason once you made it through the doors.
You didn’t even realize it, but your whole body was still shaking. You felt Jason’s grip tighten around you.
“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked one of the men.
“In his office. He has all the Lieutenants in there.” The man said before walking quickly away from the three of you.
Jason quickly hurried past the large group of men gathered at the bar. Dick opened the door in the back and Jason stepped through. You had never actually been back here. You usually stayed at the front of the bar. You never really had a reason to come back here.
The hallway led to another set of hallways, until you reached a pair of large black doors. Dick knocked a few times before stepping through. All eyes fell on the three of you once the doors opened. All except Bruce.
Bruce was sitting at his desk, busy looking down at the tablet in front of him. The men quickly brought their attention back to Bruce. Dick broke away from the group, joining the group of men surrounding Bruce.
Out of nowhere, a woman dressed in a black stepped in front of Jason.
“Is she okay?” She asked, looking over at you. You had never seen this woman before, but you quickly recognized her as Selena Kyle.
Aka, Bruce Wayne's wife.
Selena kept out of the limelight. It was rare she went out to events with Bruce. He invited her to Gala’s but she often declined. She wasn’t one for the rich and snobby. She always stayed behind closed doors and was rarely ever in the tabloids. Some people even believe that her relationship with Bruce was just a hoax. Every once in a while, she would attend one gala with the family. But then she would disappear from the lime light once more.
Her eyes softened as your eyes met. “It’s going to be okay.” She said in a whisper. She then focused her attention onto Jason. “Go jump in the shower and wash the blood off. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.” Jason nodded as Selena led you two to a door in the back of the room. Jason stepped through first as Selena locked the door behind you.
The door led to another room. The room resembled a living room. It was just as fancy as Bruce’s office. Black leather couches with gold trim surrounded a beautiful oak table. There wasn’t much in the room. Just a few books here and there and a single wine cart tucked away into the corner. You noticed quickly there were no windows in this room.
Jason gently sat you down on one of the couches. He kneeled in front of you and you looked down at him. You could still feel the adrenaline running through your veins as you noticed all the blood that covered Jason’s face and body. He lifted his hand to cup your cheek.
“She’s hurt. That bastard pushed her into some glass. Can you make sure to check to see if any of her cuts still have fragments before you patch her up?” Jason said, still looking at you, but clearly talking to Selena.
Selena gently places her hand on his shoulder. “Yes. I’ll take it from here. Go wash up kitten.”
Jason sighed in frustration, then you met eyes once more. He stood up, and pressed a kiss onto your head. “I’ll be quick.” He said, addressing both of you before disappearing behind another door.
You looked down at your knees. You had unconsciously curled up around yourself, trying to make yourself smaller. You could hear the sounds of some cabinets being opened. You closed your eyes to keep yourself from crying again.
The room was silent, except for the sounds of some rifling. After what felt like hours, a soft voice made you open your eyes.
“Y/N?” Selena asked gently. You opened your eyes to see her kneeling in front of you. She had a first aid kit sitting on the table behind her. She smiled softly. “I’m going to get the glass your wounds okay? I don’t want you getting an infection.”
You looked down at her and nodded.
Selena spent the next few minutes gently picking glass out of your cuts. She used a pair of tweezers and dropped each piece into a small bowl. You were surprised at how much glass was present. You didn’t realize the extent of your injuries. You were too out of it to notice just exactly how much you were bleeding. Your eyes started to glaze over as you saw your arms were covered in your own blood. After a few more minutes, Selena finally put down the tweezers and began cleaning your wounds.It stung a little, but your body was numb from the shock so you didn't feel much. None of them were deep enough to require any stitches, but she cleaned each and every one of them before wrapping your hands. The white wraps were a stark contrast from the dark red that stained your arms. The adrenaline was still pumping, so while you didn’t feel much pain right then and there, you knew you would later.
She turned away, grabbing a bottle of painkillers. She took one out of the bottle and handed it to you. You took it, and held it in your hand for a second. Selena came back and handed you a glass of water. You took the pill without hesitation.
Selena looked down sadly at your tiny frame. She remembered the first time she found out the truth of the Wayne Family. It’s a lot to take in at once. She didn’t exactly have a clean past herself, but what the Wayne’s had done made her rap sheet look like a post it note. But she adapted quickly. She didn’t expect you to take it as easily as she did.
At first, you spoke so quietly Selena didn’t hear you through her thoughts. You only caught her attention when she noticed you were watching her. She tilted her head in confusion. “I’m sorry honey, can you say that again?” She asked, gently kneeling down in front of you.
You took a deep breath. “Is he dead?” You asked again, this time slightly louder.
Selena pursed her lips. Her silence spoke volumes. After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally spoke up. “No.” She said curtly. But he should be. That part she kept to herself.
Just then, the sound of a door opening caught both your attention. Jason stepped through, freshly showered. All the blood was gone. His wet hair stuck to his face. He was wearing a plain white tee and a pair of black slacks.
Selena looked at you one more time, before reaching out to gently squeeze your wrist in reassurance. “I’ll leave you two alone for a bit.” She said getting to her feet. “Bruce will want to move soon, kitten. I’ll buy you some time.” She said, placing a hand on Jason’s bicep, before stepping out the door you both came through.
You were so busy watching Selena walk through the door you didn’t notice Jason take a seat next to you. “You okay?” He asked quietly.
You turned to look at him. He was half expecting you to walk out the door with Selena after what he just did. Jason looked down at his hands. They were bruised, a few pieces of broken skin here and there from when he connected with that assholes face. The blood was washed off, but nothing could ever wash off what he did in front of you. He was a monster.
You nodded slowly, and scooted closer to him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you.
You both stayed like that for a few moments. Not yet ready to discuss the elephant in the room.
Jason wasn’t sure where to begin. He wasn't sure how much you had put together yet. Hell he wasn't even sure if the bastard was dead or not. The only thing he knew for certain was that Charles was okay. He was knocked out by one of Mario’s men. But he would be alright the next day.
The Falcones would pay for this.
“C-can we go home?” You asked quietly.
Jason was surprised for a moment. Somewhere in his heart he still felt like this was the last straw. How could you stay with him after what he just did in front of you?
“Not yet. They’re fixing up a place for us to stay in the manor. We need to make sure the Falcones aren't already getting ready to raid the penthouse.”
“Okay.” you whispered softly. You curled your legs up, resting them gently on Jason’s lap. He responded by enveloping you in his strong, protective embrace, his other arm wrapping around you with a tenderness that spoke volumes. In that moment of silence, surrounded by the echoes of recent turmoil, you both found solace in each other’s presence. The world outside could wait; right now, nothing could break the spell of this perfect, tender moment you shared.
One thought echoed in your mind: When did this dream turn into a nightmare?
The Waynes: Chapter 9
Title: The Waynes
Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Some roughhousing. Nothing too crazy.
Summary: You attend the gala. Your relationship becomes public. Everything was going great, until you catch the eyes of a certain man.
A/N: I know, its been forever. I'm still working on this. The days are just getting harder to get through. But ill make it. (:
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9: Target Acquired
You couldn’t stop fidgeting in your seat. You have never been so nervous in your entire life. The dress you picked out was suddenly feeling super tight and uncomfortable, even though Jason had it tailored to fit you like a glove. It was a crimson red gown, with a pair of off shoulder straps that flowed gently down the side of your shoulder. You had never worn anything like this before. The store you went to didn’t even have prices on their items.
You could either afford their stuff, or you couldn’t.
Jason prepaid for everything, so you weren’t able to see the total for the dress and the shoes he had picked out for you. You knew one thing, it probably cost more than a year of rent based on the clientele you saw in the store.
You glanced over at Jason who had been on his phone for most of the night. He gave you the heads up work was going to be a bit crazier this month and that he would be semi distracted most of the time. You understood. He still tried to give you as much undivided attention as he could with you. You appreciated that.
You look out the window at the large buildings of Gotham that raced by you. The gala was taking place within Wayne Manor. You had never been to this part of Gotham before. Never really left the city. The buildings slowly started to be replaced with rows of trees. Soon, you were at the gates, your driver checking in with security.
“Nervous?” Jason asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned around to face him. His full attention was on you now, his phone face down on his thigh.
“A little.” You admitted. You had never been to a gala before. Let alone a gala hosted by one of the richest men in the world at his own home. You stuck out like a sore thumb at the clothing store. You were sure the rich and powerful of Gotham would notice when lesser being was among them.
“What if I don’t fit in?” You say as you look down at your lap.
Jason took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips. He peppered soft kisses from your fingers up to your wrist. You blushed. Jason was a magician with his lips.
“You’ll be the most beautiful girl there.” He said with a grin. “Those Gotham socialites have nothing on you doll.”
Your nervousness lessened as you focused your attention on Jason’s soft touches. He had let go of your hand and placed it onto your thigh, squeezing it with reassurance. His attention turned right as you felt the car come to a stop. You looked out the window and saw the entrance to Wayne Manor in front of you.
One of the butlers opened the door for you. Jason stepped out first, and turned around to offer his hand. You took it, and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. As soon as you left the car, thousands of camera flashes went off. It all came so suddenly, so you closed your eyes. Stars flooded your vision, even with your eyes closed. You felt Jason’s arm wrap around your waist and lead you forward. You opened your eyes slightly as you both made your way up the red carpet that lined the floor to the entrance of the manor.
“Sorry.” He said as he kept moving forward, away from the paparazzi. “I should have warned you. Those people are like vultures.” Jason knew that at least one of those photos was bound to make the front page. Once they find out that he was in a real relationship with Y/N. They would be the talk of the century. “Jason Todd, reckless Wayne heir, dating mystery girl.” At least now they would have a better excuse as to why Y/N would need a driver and a personal bodyguard.
Once you made it through the front door, your vision cleared up. In front of you was the most beautiful entrance you have ever seen. You had seen pictures of Wayne manor, with its beautiful architecture, in magazine articles. But those pictures had not done the home justice. It was beautifully decorated with thousands of flowers. It was only one month away from the holidays, so there were a bunch of what looked like elegant Christmas decorations strung around the foyer.
Everyone around you was dress to the nines. You caught the attention of a few older gentlemen as you and Jason made your way into the main ballroom. Jason didn’t miss those longing stares from those old creeps. He pulled you closer next to him and kept his hand on your waist as you two walked forward. But not before sending death glares to any and all men that looked at you for longer than a second.
Jason had a reputation. Everyone knew about his anger problems. Ever since he was little, he was in and out of the principal's office for starting fights. That reputation carried on into his adulthood as he was known to throw punches when the paparazzi got too close.
You were soon walking through the doors that opened up to the ballroom. You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop as you saw the beautiful ballroom. You mentally pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
The theme was white winter. The snow outside had not yet stuck, the fake snow within the ballroom looked so real. Hundreds of wealthy men and women gathered around. Some were already on the dance floor, elegantly doing the waltz. Others were mingling with each other, champagne in hand. You quickly noticed, almost all the attention in the room turned towards Jason whenever he made his way through the crowd. Standing at 6’4, he was one of the largest men in the room, especially given his stature. Charles trailed behind you, making sure no one bothered you two.
“Jaybird!” You heard a voice call towards Jason. You scanned through the crowd and saw a happily waving Dick Grayson on the other end of the room. Jason quickly turned towards a different part of the room, as you gave Dick a friendly wave. He laughed at Jason’s reaction, already knowing that Jason would turn away from him. He turned his attention to the woman next to him seeking attention.
You spent the next hour or so walking around meeting people. A few people were brave enough to introduce themselves to you. Most merely admired you two from a distance. Everyone was curious who you were. It was not everyday Jason Todd brought his girlfriend to a Wayne Gala. Jason never brought women to these events. This was the first, so it caught everyone's attention.
After eating a bit of food from the buffet, Jason took your hand and led you to another direction.
Jason made his way towards the bar, leading you through the crowds of well dressed people. As soon as he made his way towards the bar, he gestured to the seat in front of him. You took a seat, and he stood behind you, acting like a shield between you and the people around.
“The good stuff. Don’t skimp.” He said to the bartender who quickly ran towards you two. The guy smirked and quickly noticed Jason’s protective demeanor.
“Well well Todd. So the rumors are true.” He said.
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. I’m sure Roy told the entire world by now.” Jason said in a friendly tone. It was clear he knew this bartender. Jason acted differently around the people he knew. His tone said it all.
The bartender reached out a hand towards you. “I’m Andrew. Jason’s favorite person at any of these parties.” He said. You took his hand and shook it.
“I’m Y/N.” You said. Andrew smiled a friendly smile. One that made you feel safe.
“Some good stuff, coming up!” He said quickly, turning and disappearing into a door behind the bar.
Jason looked around the room, keeping one hand on your waist. His plan was to make sure he was seen with you, say hi to Alfred, knock back as many shots as he could, and head out. The longer he stayed, the more people tried to talk to him. He didn’t want to be here long enough for people to gain liquid courage from the free drinks.
As soon as Jason finished scanning the room, a voice broke through the crowd.
“Master Jason. So glad you and Y/N could make it.” Alfred said, Jason quickly turned around to see Alfred standing behind him. “It’s been a while since you attended one of these.” He said, a slight sense of joking in his voice.
Alfred turned his attention to you, and you put your arm out. “Nice to see you again Alfred.” You said with a smile. You had only met Alfred a few times, but his name floated around every so often. You knew he was the one who had his hands behind the scenes of Jason’s life.
Alfred took your hand and pressed a quick and polite kiss onto the top of your palm. “The pleasure is all mine. I am so happy you could make it.”
Just then Andrew returned. He made you jump a little as he did announce his return. “Ah Alfred. The man of the hour. Do you want a shot of the good stuff as well?” He asked, two bottles in his arms.
Alfred shook his head and chuckled. “Maybe later Mr. Andrew. I still have many guests to greet.” He turned to look at you once more and smiled. “It was very nice to see you again Ms. Y/N. Please do let me know if you need anything for your new home. Master Jason keeps his hope pretty empty. So let me know if you need something to make it more comfortable.” His comment was most sincere. You could feel a bit of warmth on your cheeks. You had still not gotten used to the fact that Alfred was a butler that took care of the Wayne family.
“Thank you Alfred.” You said with a grateful smile.
You could hear his name being called from a different direction. Alfred quickly bowed, and excused himself as he headed towards the direction his name was called.
Meanwhile, Andrew was in the middle of preparing two different drinks. One was in a champagne glass, which he handed to you. “My lady.” He said.
You took it and thanked him. Just a few moments later he handed Jason what looked like a glass of whiskey with a large ice ball in the middle. Without skipping a beat, Jason finished the glass. You knew he didn’t like social events. The drink was just to help with the nerves.
You took a sip of your drink. It was sweet, with a hint of bitter orange. It was some sort of bubbly champagne. You knew it was some sort of expensive alcohol.
You spent the next few minutes making small talk with Andrew. Jason knocked back more than a few drinks and was finally less tense. You could feel the muscles in his body loosen up as his grip on you soon followed. You understood his fear. You tried your best to help relax his body with a few light touches.
Jason’s phone buzzed a few times. Each time he would try to silence it, but after the fifth straight buzz, he reluctantly unlocked it. You could see him tense up again.
With a huge sigh, he turned to whisper something in your ear. “Sorry doll. Something came up. I have to make a quick phone call outside. Stay here for a bit yeah? It’s a little cold out there for you.”
You looked him in the eyes and nodded. He left after placing a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. As he walked away he met eye contact with Charles, who was standing a few feet away.
You turned your attention back to Andrew as you watched him prepare a medley of cocktails.
You were so immersed by Andrew’s tricks, you didn’t notice a pair of eyes that had been watching you all night. You had caught his eyes as soon as you walked in. That bright red dress that made you his target that night. What caught his eye even more was the man that was with you.
Mario Falcone. One of Falcones sons. One of the more unhinged children of the Falcone family. He always got what he wanted, and would stop at nothing to get it. Even if it meant starting a turf war. One of which he had always wanted to do with the Wayne family. As soon as you stepped into the picture that night, he had his eye on the prize. Even if he knew the prize belonged to a Wayne.
He watched you and Jason close. He knew which one of the men was your body guard. The man stood close and always had his eye trained on you. Just one. The Waynes were slipping, he thought to himself. Just one body guard for such precious cargo? This was going to be easy. He watched you for a while, and as soon as Jason stepped away he made his move.
He whispered into the ear of one of the many girls around him. The girl nodded and went straight toward where Charles was standing. Out of nowhere, the girl pretends to trip, and spills her drink right onto Charles. Mario began to move as he was distracted.
Andrew was in the middle of preparing a flaming cocktail. As he lit up the drink, your eyes did too as you watched the blue flame dance above the orange drink. You felt a pair of arms snake across your waist. You leaned into it, thinking it was Jason. But when a voice that wasn’t his said something into your ear, you jumped.
“Hey beautiful, can I get you a drink?” He asked.
Immediately you hopped off your seat, nearly falling to the floor. But you caught yourself before you fell flat on your butt. The heels weren’t doing anything for you right now. You turned to look at the man you thought was Jason. He was a regular man, dressed nicely in a dark gray suit. His accent you could make out was Italian you thought.
“Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” You said as you scanned the room for Jason. When you couldn’t find him you started to look for Charles. You noticed that he now had a bright red stain on the front of his shirt, and a girl was in front of him apologizing. He tried to push past her to get to the bar, but she kept dragging him the other way insisting on helping him clean up the mess she made. She had a few other girls with him, all directing him away from Y/N.
Just as you were about to turn and run towards Charles, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned around to pull away from the hand, but he held firm.
“Relax. I don’t bite. Let’s have one drink. Thats all I ask.”
You looked down at your hand, still pulling as hard as you could to get away from this stranger. “No thanks. I have a boyfriend.” You said. Hoping deep inside you that Jason was finished with his call and on his way back.
You turned around and this time met Charles’ eyes. He could see that you were in need of help, but he didn’t want to hurt any of the girls that were currently swarming him. Though after a few seconds, he began to use his brute strength to push them away.
“Y/N!” He called out, pushing through the crowd now. You could see people giving him dirty looks as he pushed through the group of girls surrounding him. He pushed so hard one of them fell on the floor. He didn’t look back.
You pulled towards Charles as he made his way towards you. As fast as the encounter had started, it ended just as quick. Charles was now gripping Mario’s wrist. It didn’t take much of Charles’ strength to get Mario to let go. Mario hissed in pain and took a step back as his men started to surround him. The room around them went silent as everyone knew who the two parties were.
Out of nowhere, Dick jumped in between Charles and Mario. “Hey now! Let’s not let this bring us down. Common! The music is playing, let's all hit the dance floor!” He said pushing Charles towards you as he tried to separate everyone before things escalated. You didn't even get a chance to turn back as you felt a tiny pair of hands take your hand. Damian grabbed your hand and started to lead you out of the ballroom. You quickly followed him down another set of halls past the door you had entered through. You turned around to see Charles following you both, his arms tucked into his jacket pocket. Behind him you noticed Step and Tim, who followed closely behind Charles.
Tim sped up to match Damian’s pace. “Steph is going to go find Jason. Let’s take her upstairs.” He said loud enough for you to barely hear.
Damian nodded, and kept dragging you forward. Charles turned around, and caught up with you. “Apologies Ms. Y/N. I am afraid those girls were in on it.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He should have seen it coming.
The four of you rounded a corner, and were soon met with a set of stairs. Damian let go of your hand, and went up the stairs. Tim stopped, and gestured up, letting you go up before him. He followed closely behind Charles.
After a few moments, Damian stopped in front of a large pair of doors. He pushed them open and the room lit up. It was a library. It was twice the size of Jasons. You were too confused to be excited about the sheer number of books inside these walls. You followed Damian inside, where he pointed to one of the large couches in the room. “Sit. Todd should be here soon.”
You took a seat, and looked around the large library. The fireplace tucked in the back was one of the largest fireplaces you had ever seen in your life. It looked like it could heat this whole house on its own. You felt Charles take a seat next to you. “Did he hurt you?” Charles asked nervously.
You looked up at him and shook your head. “No. Annoyed me is more like it.” You said nonchalantly not realizing who he just rescued you from. Charles let out a breath of relief, and stood up to guard the door. Tim took a seat on one of the couches across from you and pulled out his phone. “They’re coming.” He said to Damian. He turned to Charles who was still at the door. “Jason said get the car ready.” Charles nodded, and stepped through the large doors, closing it quietly behind him.
“Who was that guy?” You asked. Confused. Everyone in the room around you seemed to know who he was, except you.
“No one you need to worry about.” Tim said. “Just some creep.” You could sense their was a hint of hesitation in his voice. But you shrugged it off and went back to admiring the beautiful room you were in. You stood up from your seat, and started to read the names of the books around you. Damian watched you. His gaze going from you to the door.
After about 10 minutes, the door swung open, and an angry, but also worried Jason stepped through the door. Once he made eye contact with you, he rushed towards you and hugged you close.
“Sorry I was gone for so long. Something came up, so we are leaving.” He said. You nodded. You have had enough action for one night. You put the book you were looking at back on the shelf and followed Jason towards the door. Jason grabbed your hand and led you down the hall. He led you down a different set of hallways, away from the entrance it seemed. The manor was huge, and you would certainly get lost within its walls. At least Jason knew where he was going. He stopped in front of what looked like an elevator, and pressed it. The door opened to reveal none other than Bruce Wayne. Bruce stepped out of the elevator.
Jason didn’t even want to look him in the eyes right now. “Are you happy now? They know.” Was all he said before he pushed past Bruce and practically dragged you into the elevator.
The doors closed on a confused looking Bruce, and you two started to descend.
You could feel the tension in the elevator radiating off Jason. You shivered as the adrenaline was wearing off and you noticed it was freezing in the elevator. You moved closer to Jason and wrapped an arm around his waist. Jason instinctively shrugged off his jacket, and wrapped it around your shoulders. He rubbed your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.
“Charles should be down with the car. I’m sorry we have to leave so early. I know you were having fun.” He said sadly.
“It’s okay! You said voice with relief. It was nice to see everyone tonight. Even if that creep did ruin the night.” You saw Jason’s jaw clench at the mention of the man. But he said nothing of it.
The elevator dinged and you stepped out into a large carport. Dozens of fancy cars surrounded a small driveway. A familiar car stood waiting for you two. Charles had the back door open, and helped you get in as Jason went in the other side.
The drive was quiet. Jason kept his arms around you as always. You could tell he was calculating something in his head. You wondered what came up that was so urgent you had to leave the gala without saying goodbye to Alfred.
As soon as you arrived home, you noticed a few more black SUV’s in the parking lot. You knew they all belonged to the Waynes as they had the signature Wayne family crest on their cars. The car came to a stop and soon the door on your side opened. You started to get out, but Jason’s grip on you tightend for a second. You turned around to face him.
He looked at you sadly. “You go up first tonight okay? I have some quick business at The Cave and then ill be back in a couple hours. Charles is coming with me, but I have some of my men here tonight to stand guard. Just in case.”
You were slightly concerned, but said nothing of it. You merely nodded, and leaned forward to kiss him. You stepped out of the car and he rolled down the window. “Go straight up and lock up. I’ll bring back some snacks and we can watch something before bed.”
“Sounds good.” You said cheerfully. “Love you Jay. Please be safe.”
Jason smiled back at you. “I will doll.” He said and blew a kiss towards you. “Be back in a jif.” He said as the car pulled away. You noticed there were several men in the parking lot with you. Some of which you recognized from The Cave. You scanned the necklace that contained the code to open the elevator, and the doors opened. One of the men followed you in, but the rest stayed behind.
“Would you like me to help you with anything?” The man asked.
You shook your head. “No, thank you. I think I am just going to take a shower.” You said as you made your way down the hallway. The man nodded, and stayed near the entrance of the penthouse. He turned to face the elevator door.
You made your way to the bedroom to pick out some sleeping clothes. You quickly decided that you would need to take a bath to soak your aching feet. You never wore heels, so being in such tall heels did a number on your feet. You sat in the tub for a while, looking out into the city. Thousands of lights shone brightly against the window.
You were once one of those tiny specs of light. Looking up at the tall buildings wondering how the other half lived.
This was your life now. Paparazzi, fancy galas, body guards. Every day you wondered if this was a continuation of a dream you never woke up from.
Firsts: Series Masterlist
Summary: You are Stiles Stilinski’s younger twin sister Y/N Stilinski. You’re best friends with Lydia and Scott, though the four of you rarely hang out together. Your life was going great, until Scott gets bitten by a werewolf, you are introduced to the supernatural world, and you end up falling for none other than Derek Hale.
Instead of writing a multi chapter fic, I decided to create a series of firsts in your relationship. Things like First Meeting, First Kiss, to First Fight etc. I have a few ideas for the few first mentioned below, but would love to take any suggestions or prompts.
None of these are in any particular order. They can all be considered one shots on their own.
First Meeting (A Familiar Face)
First Touch (Nicknames)
First Date (Do you trust me?)
First Kiss (The Alpha)
First Fight (Brooding Alpha)
First “I love you” (Over Protective)
First Sleep Over (Calm Nights)
First Scare (Secrets Out)
First Outing as a Couple (PDA)
Requests:
Noah Finds out (Worst Kept Secret)
So that’s all I have planned. But taking requests if there are certain first you want me to explore! :D
Hi everyone! Ive been itching to get back into writing more for this series, but cant come up with a topic. Looking for any suggestions/requests that some of you might have (:
Hi there ! I would like to be tagged for the Wayne's please I just hinged it all on a bus one morning on my way to work
Oh no! I did not even know I got this. I am so sorry. I will add you to the next chapter! (: