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Case of the Missing Balls

╰┈➤ jason todd x dandadan inspired! f!oc

part 1 - premium grade balls sacrifice

summary | while walking around crime alley, jason unexpectedly encountered a group of cultists who found him to be the perfect candidate for a ritual...

note | partially inspired by dandadan! my oc can be read as an insert if liked but I find it easier to write with an oc. let me know however if you guys like me to replace her name with reader or y/n in the future to help with immersion though! :)

warnings | read at your own risk! I am not responsible for your internet consumption!

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JASON

Out of everything that has ever happened to Jason, this somehow took the cake. Sure, he somehow came back from the dead via Lazarus water™ and clawed his way out of his own grave, but being strapped to a makeshift altar that is a plastic foldable table with a hello kitty covering and some rabbit trinkets placed next to some candles made it to the top of his "Strangest Things to Ever Happen to Me" List.

They were in some abandoned warehouse where part of the roof was broken, exposing the moon to its inhabitants. The cultists had purposely placed the altar underneath this opening allowing for Jason to be under the moon for whatever fucked up ritual they were about to perform.

Jason squirmed in his bindings in an attempt to loosen them, but somehow this group of cultists was actually good at tying knots.

"Where the hell am I!" he banged his head against the altar while struggling against his bindings, glad that he still have his Red Hood helmet on.

The cultists ignored him as they continued to chant, the atmosphere in the warehouse starting to grow heavy as they chanted louder and louder. One of the cultists approached the altar and placed a moon pendant around Jason's neck.

"Hey, what the―WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"

The cultist who had just placed the pendant around Jason's neck was now undoing his belt before pulling his pants down to reveal his boxers.

"Oh father of all, creator of life, we offer you these objects of fertility for your blessing of abundance!" The cultist proclaimed as the pendant around Jason's neck glowed.

Just when the chanting seemed to reach its peak, it was interuppted.

"So you pervs were hiding here huh!"

A feminine voice echoed through the warehouse as a girl ran towards them, panting.

Jason turned his head towards the sound to see a girl dressed in a gym shorts (the kind that goes past your knees and look hideous) and a sweatshirt glaring daggers at the group of cultists.

"Ya know how long it took me to track y'all pervs!" she screams as she started charging towards the altar where Jason was currently strapped to.

The group of cultists tried to block her, only to be thrown away by some invisible force. Some, however, were able to reach the girl and grabbed onto her, trying to keep her back. Their attempts to stop her, although unsuccessful, were able to slow her down as the cultist in front of Jason kept chanting.

Just as the girl reached the altar, a bright, blinding light engulfed the altar.

Jason's vision went white as he felt a force (magic?) coursing through his body.

"Noooooo!" the girl cried out as the final cultist finished the ritual.

The last cultist was smacked to the other side of the warehouse by an invisible force as the girl ran up to Jason.

Taking his helmet off, she smacked his face trying to get his attention.

"Hey! Can ya hear me?"

Jason was able to register her voice through his post ritual experience (is he high on magic?)

The girl stopped slapping him and looked over at his bindings and the fact that his pants were halfway down.

"I'll help you get so stay still while I undo your bindings ok?"

She started working at his bindings.

"Damn, these are good," she huffed while struggling to undo the knots. "I guess they would be since these pervs must be into bondage."

They're into what now?

Jason's mind was starting to clear up after his magical high?

"Annndddd I'm done," the girl states as she undo the last knot. "You can pull your pants up now."

Quickly getting up, Jason pulled his pants up and looked suspiciously at the girl.

"Sorry for taking your helmet off, but I was trying to get your attention." she apologized nonchalantly. "You're probably confused though huh?"

She kicked a cultist who was crawling towards her in their face.

"So I've been tracking these pervs down for awhile and they all I know is they worship some kind of fertility being. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to reach you in time. Can you tell me what happened before I reached you?" she asked earnestly.

"Uh I was sacrificed?" Jason zips up his pants and starts working on his belt. "I think they said something about offering some objects of fertility or something?"

The girl looked at him with a focused, and then her eyes slowly moved towards his crotch.

"Hey, whatcha lookin' at!?" Jason's hands covered his lower half as the girl continued to stare.

"Does everything down there feel right?" she asked seriously, still staring.

"Huh?"

Jason quickly undid his belt and took a look inside his boxers.

"WHAT THE"

He was missing two very important parts of himself.

"You said that they were offering objects of fertility..." the girl starts, "I'm guessing that those are now gone?"

Jason is currently in shock.

She pats him on the back.

"Its okay, we'll get them back okay?"

Jason turns his head and looked at her.

"Who are you?" he asked, still processing that he is now missing some body parts and the girl next to him is claiming they can get it back.

"Aya, Aya Morikawa, psychic and used books store owner," she introduced.

Looking up at the hole in the roof, she took a glance at the moon and grimaced.

"Let's go to my place and figure out what exactly happened to ya, okay?"

Jason nods, redid his pants. Grabbing his helmet from below the altar, he looks at the girl―Aya to lead the way.

She instead went past him towards the altar and yanked the hello kitty covering off, revealing a ritual circle underneath in addition to runes and symbols.

She pauses at the sight before sighing.

"I need another table for my place anyways. Give me a sec."

She folds the plastic table up and locks it before making it float in the air.

"Okay, sorry for that!" She looks at Jason and put on a customer service smile.

"Follow me Mr...."

She waits.

"Jason, Jason Todd"

Huh, I gave her my real name.

Aya's smile stays put.

"Follow me Mr. Todd. Let's go figure out what exactly happened to ya, okay?"

The two of them walked out of the warehouse and into the night, onto the streets of Gotham.

The plastic folding table floating not too far behind them as the odd duo made their way through the streets.

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Case of the Missing Balls

╰┈➤ jason todd x dandadan inspired! f!oc

part 2 - I finally brought a man home, are you happy now granny?

summary | aya brings a man home, contemplates how she got there, and realize something is wrong

note | I have decided to split this chapter up into two parts since it was getting kind of long.

warnings | read at your own risk

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AYA

On the way back to her way back home, the poor guy who lost his balls earlier that night (whose name she now is...Jason?) had passed out due to the aftereffects of the ritual.

Physically, he should be fine (ignoring the fact that he is missing his family jewels, that is), but based on what the guy told her of the cultists offering his "objects of fertility", there is currently some energy missing from his body, which can explain why he passed out halfway back to her place. If he had lost his balls physically and not in a ritual where spiritually sacrificed, then he would have been fine.

Unfortunately, that was not the case, and now the energy within his body is no longer in equilibrium, which can be really bad if it stays like that too long.

Yikes.

Turning into an alleyway, Aya searches for the back door of her building as Jason floats behind her, now lying on the folded table with his arms and legs hanging over the edge due to his large stature.

Finally spotting the door that had the "BEWARE OF WARDS YOU WILL BE CURSED" sign on it, she unlocked the door and turned around to look at the floating folded table with the passed out ball-less guy on it.

Now how am I going to him in...

Bringing her arm out, Aya carefully floated the unconscious guy through the door while also willing the table to turn to its side and float inside before closing and locking the door.

Floating him and the table through the bookstore area, she brought them up to the second floor, where her living room and kitchen space was, and plopped him down on her couch before floating the folded table towards the wall and leaning it next to one of the bookcases that contains books on the supernatural and arcane.

Taking in a breath, Aya gathered herself then headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink. Pulling on the fridge handle, it refused to budge. Now yanking on it, the fridge still remains shut; the minor glutton being currently occupying it (she thinks it's a caffeine one this time) is upset over the state of the fridge.

"If you do not open this damn thing up, I will not be restocking the fridge with Celsius." She threatens before trying to open the fridge again, this time it relented and Aya is finally able to grab a cold water bottle.

Taking a long sip of water, she rested her elbows on the kitchen counter and looked over to the living room where the ball-less guy is currently passed out on her couch.

Letting out a long sigh, she rested her head on her arm.

Man... fuck Gotham.

2 WEEKS EARLIER

Maybe moving to the most cursed city in the world was not such a good idea. Aya thought as she finished up tweaking the wards around her building to be better adapted to Gotham.

Her place might not be like John's House of Mystery in terms of "supernatural magicalness," but it was her space. It will find her when she needs it, and inside, she is in control. Sure, there may be some foreign things and beings inside, but they won't harm her, cause some mischief, yes, but never harm. That's the thing with it being her's, she is in control.

Moving to Gotham, perhaps, wasn't the best choice considering how cursed it was, along with the Bat not wanting "magic users on his turf" from what John said, but with how cursed the city is, it makes it the perfect place to set up shop as a paranormal investigator or exorcist (she is quite flexible with the title).

Her building was a three-floor multi-space building and was quite compact.

The first floor and basement area was a used bookstore and had her office down in the basement along with the restroom. Based on how things usually are with the supernatural and the public's perception of it, most of he customers are going to be those of the bookstore as opposed to her more paranormal business.

On the 2nd floor is her living room, kitchen, and dining area. She also left a lot of her books and curios (including some minorly cursed and magical objects).

Finally, the 3rd floor is the bedroom area where she was able to fit 2 bedrooms and bathrooms in. (yay!)

Her home took a while to build, ward, and anchor down into Gotham but she was finally done!

Flipping the sign on the front door to "open", Morikawa Books and Professional Psychic Help was open. (The second half was in a much smaller font).

The first few days were mostly slow as Aya mostly manned the register and did some personal research.

She had warded the building to only allow people who meant no harm to find and enter it, and she mostly got college students who were looking for textbooks or bibliophiles looking for rare books.

Nearly a week in after opening, someone came asking for her store's more specialized services.

Aya was a bit surprised that someone came in asking for it so soon but hey, it was Gotham right? It wasn't the most cursed city for nothing.

"Good afternoon, um I saw on your sign that you have psychic services?" The young woman asked with an awkward smile. Clearly haven't done anything like this before.

"Yes, we do." Aya smiles at the woman, "How can I help you?"

"I am hoping for some love advice." She looks away, flushing in embarrassment.

"I see," Aya gestures towards the stairs leading down to the basement floor of the store, "lets go to my office and see how I can help you."

Leading the young woman downstairs and through the shelves of books, they entered her office, where some of her psychic materials are held.

Gesturing for the young woman to take a seat and to look at her service rates, Aya grabbed some of the more basic items that she usually uses when it came to dealing with love, dice, tarot cards, and a handheld mirror.

"So, what kind of advice are you looking for? Future love life? Fertility help or schedule? How to maintain the relationship?" Aya asked.

"Umm," the young woman was taken aback, not quite used to the experience. "I want to know if the guy I'm seeing is the one..."

"I see..."

Opening one of the side drawers in her desk, she pulled out a ball of red strings.

"Here, hold out your hand like this." Aya demonstrates holding her hands out in front of her with her fingers spread out and parallel to each other.

The young woman copied her and held out her hands.

Aya wrapped the string around the woman's fingers, the pattern resembling that of a Celtic love knot, and placed the handheld mirror on the desk beneath the woman's hands to reflect the pattern.

"Now, I want you to think about the guy. Really focus on the feelings you have towards him and why you have them." Aya instructed.

To be honest, Aya really didn't need to do the stuff with the string and mirror, but it does help amplify the things Aya needs to see.

Looking into the mirror, Aya was able to see a clearer reflection of the concepts emanating from the love knot.

Yes, she can see that the concept of love is surrounding it, but it seems to be mostly coming from the woman and not from that of her significant other.

No, she sees lust.

Its tendrils wrapped around the woman, trying to lay claim to her.

"I see..." Aya lets out, playing into the act of the psychic the woman expects. "I'm sorry to ask this, but has your partner been asking you more frequently to participate in more intimate physical activity?"

The young woman blinked in surprise, "Oh! Yes, he has." She looks away blushing, "He's been wanting to engage in it much more as of late."

Aya maintains her professional composure.

"I see that when it comes to your partner, he is more interested in the physical aspect of your relationship. I would advise you to perhaps take some time to talk about this part of the relationship with him and whether or not you are comfortable with it. Communication between both parties is very important when it comes to matters of love."

What is Aya even spewing! She's never been in a relationship!

Looking back down in the mirror, the connection between the young woman and that of her partner suddenly shifted.

Her lover's side of the connection darkened and is not trying to consume the woman's

Lust wrapped itself around her. Lust, but it wasn't the primal lust, it was the lust that wants life, abundance, fertility.

Okay, so he wants to get her pregnant or there's a breeding kink involve.

Aya winced.

Gotta warn her to be careful and use protection.

Aya is startled when the mirror is now filled with the energy of lust and fertility before it finally cracks, startling the young woman.

Narrowing her eyes, Aya is now on alert.

She felt an unwelcome force prodding her wards when the mirror cracked. It seems that she's dealing with an entity now...

Just what entity...

A concept or a god...

"Sorry for that." Aya apologized to the young woman, unwrapping and cutting the string and unwrapping it from her fingers. "The mirror usually doesn't crack when doing this but your love life seems to be filled with a lot of passion."

Quickly turning the cut string that was formerly used to channel love for the woman, Aya turned it into a love charm to help channel lasting love for the woman before handing it to her.

"Again, I will recommend that you'll be vigilant when it comes to using protection, your partner seems to be very enthusiastic, especially with the full moon coming." Aya advised, " As for the fee, it'll be thirty dollars with the reading and charm included. I won't charge for the broken mirror."

" Thirty dollars!" The woman exclaimed, baffled at the price. "That's too expensive! I won't pay more than twenty dollars!"

"Look here lady, I'm a professional. I'm not one of those sleezy scammers out there acting like this is some fake magic trick where they can charge five or ten bucks for." Aya drops her customer service facade.

"You looked at my rates, and I looked into your love life and saw that your partner wants to get you pregnant whether it is with or without your consent I don't know but I'm warning you to be extra careful in your future sex life and to talk to them, and made a love charm to help you have a healthier love life. I'm not even charging you for my broken mirror."

The atmosphere in her office is now heavy.

"Now, please pay the fee and we can continue on our day, all right?" Aya smiles, holding her hand out.

The woman reluctantly placed thirty dollars in cash into her hand and huffed before leaving her office.

At least she took the charm.

Aya sighed, first-timers usually don't like the prices since they only do it for fun. She even showed the woman her rates! It was literally there on her desk the entire time! It's not like she is one of those fake psychics charging like two hundred buck!

Leaning back into her chair, Aya looks up at the ceiling.

Something is prodding at my wards...

Her brows furrowed.

Some concept being this early in huh? Must be Gotham.

BACK TO PRESENT

Taking a swig of water, Aya placed the water bottle on her kitchen counter and made her way over to examine the guy who was currently passed out on her couch.

Now taking a closer look at him, he's quite handsome in the rough looking kind of way. Very tall and buff compared to Aya.

Is that white streak natural?

Her eyes landed on his face and she can feel herself blushing as she took in his features which were littered with faint scars.

Stop ogling!

Aya brought herself back to her senses and once again examined the guy in front of her.

Prodding at the aura surrounding him, she can sense that, at least magically, he is unstable, which was to be expected with him losing his jewels. If this were a normal instance where one only loses their parts physically, then it would have been fine. However, in this instance, it was lost magically through a ritual sacrifice, so not only did he lose his balls physically, but he also lost part of the life aspect of himself.

Having any part of one's aspect (what ties them to reality and allows for their existence) removed throws their being out of balance, inviting more conceptual beings to try and grasp hold, which can literally rip them apart from reality.

Looking deeper Aya was now able to notice a green aura surrounding the guy.

Death had a claim on the man as well as Life.

And the two are now fighting.

Fuck.

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