{In which you play "princess" in hopes of saving one. Too bad theives and mercs are on your tail.}
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"(Y/N), you gotta sit still." Barbra chides, wiping away the smeared lip gloss on your cheek. Re-applying the expenisve brand as you try not to sweat away your make-up.
"I-I know.. Just, nervous."
The red-head smiles in reassurance, petting your flushed skin.
"So your going to a party, big deal."
Your eyes widen. "Babs, I have to protect a princess and her jewelry from a hit! Not only that but-" You ramble, frazzeld as your friend sighs at the mess of gloss.
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Adjusting the mask, you wore, walking carefully, you started looking around for anyone suspicous! But given strange looks by other party guests, you bashfully stood beside the wall. Hoping for the mission to be over as a bigger body slides up to you.
"Hello again, Mouse."
You froze, feeling a hand slide to your shoulder, shifting to your neck then tracing over your ear until taking hold of you left earring carefully. Breaking it in peices as you stood motionlessly.
Crying in your head, knowing Bruce will get so mad at the broken intercom as you glare at Deathstroke. Knowing it'd be badly timed to catch him, you prayed that Batman or Batgirl were close by.
"Hi..." Your brows furrow, pouting as you hold your dress. Taking a step away, huffing as you do your best to ignore him. While he chuckles mockingly stepping on the long fabric of your gown. Causing you to yelp and wobble in your steps Catching the attention of a curious eyed-cat burglar.
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Moon-eyed, you avert your gaze to the side. Bodies flushed together as the thief leads you in the dance.
Gripping your chin, Stray smiles down at you. Making sure your eyes were on him than anyone else. Your lashes flutter slighly, accepting his grip. Letting him indulge in your innocent gaze as he smiles. Not the usual smirks and cocky remarks. Genuine as his eyes gleam with hidden desires.
His hands gently tracing your waist as the two sway. The song slowly ends, instead of leaving your side. His grip on you become tighter, letting out a suprised squeak, he eagerly grabs and drags you along.
Quietly whinning a protest as he shushed you, making sure you were in his arms.
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A minute pass midnight, you leave Batman's side as he and Commissioner Gordon talked about the events that transpired.
With a busted lip and tattered dress, you sit on one of the balcony benches, raising your right leg. Wincing when seeing the bloodied heel of your foot dripping into the shoes soles.
Taking off the plastice, glass-like heel, you notice one was missing!
Where could of it gone!?
B' was gonna give you hell in training for this...
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[Something I came up with that didn't fit in Mouse-Trap! Fan art, asks, comments and reblogs are appcriated!]
This was a small doodle from a fic that @juliamidala was working on like a year ago for #jaydickweek fioejfikfjklefjs - Catlad!Dick and Robin!Jason ;w; ... I drew the whole first page yesterday to lead up to this cute moment goiejflskejflk <3 I think my art style’s changed a little bit lol
Tags/Warnings: Batman, Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Is Stray, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Death, Emotional Hurt
baby bats are called pups, apparently, and i love that lol
Dick slumped back against Selina’s couch, the same old and worn thing he’d crashed on after training and long circuits through Gotham’s nightlife as a kid, and tried not to be sick. Selina continued to fiddle with her phone, tapping aggressively at the screen and looking every inch the frightening villain she had the potential to be. He listened to her mutter, threats and swearing and the singular, fierce promise to personally put the Joker in his grave while he sat. Silent. Boneless against the cushions and swamped in a veritable ocean of novelty pillows.
He hugged one to his chest — didn’t remember when he’d grabbed or if Selina had handed it to him before burying him in the rest — and stared at her apartment’s blank, white ceiling. A cat meowed somewhere nearby. Traffic crawled across the old, narrow roads. People shouted, laughed, lived beyond the thin walls and old windows. Time moved — Gotham moved — but he remained there, seemingly untethered from the rest of the world. Numb to it. He blinked. Selina hissed at something or someone. He blinked again.
Jason Todd stayed dead.
Closing his eyes, he exhaled a short, shuddering sigh. Static seemed to buzz under his skin, a faint feeling to accompany the low roar of it in his ears. Selina squeezed his ankle and the single point of contact, skin on fabric, burned. Some distant part of him wished he’d had the forethought to strip out of Stray’s suit, wanting nothing more than to curl up and sleep and hope that he woke up to find this awful night had been a nightmare. The rest of him didn’t hope — didn’t feel — much at all, though he knew he’d be glad once he got to his feet to find the clown himself and… And do something.
He’d done a lot of things as Stray, both kind and the sort that had landed him in prison a few times. Taking a life had never appealed to him much, not as a kid new to the scene and not now after over a decade at Selina’s side, but an exception could be made. Just this once.
Jason had been fifteen. A child.
Yeah, he thought to himself as Selina’s hand squeezed a little harder. Just this once.
He forced his eyes open again. The apartment’s lights were off, but the room remained dimly lit regardless. Gotham never slept, after all, and Selina didn’t believe in wasting money on a sheet of fabric that the cats would tear to shreds in a few hours’ time. He sighed and might as well have not been breathing at all.
Jason had been all of ten years old the first time Dick met him — rail thin and bruised, but a little spitfire nonetheless. The kid had been cornered and Dick hadn’t bothered to figure out why three grown men had decided to pick a fight before quite literally dropping in. He still remembered those wide, blue eyes watching him, mouth agape and too stunned to run even when provided with a half-dozen opportunities. After that, though, the kid had gotten good. Smarter, faster, fitter.
Dick hadn’t found out the Bat had plucked him off the streets to keep for himself until Bruce Wayne adopted Jason not a week after the Bat’s tiny sidekick made his debut. Selina had laughed at him for a month.
“Richard. Dick. My sweet little kitten,” she’d purred, far too amused at his expense. “How many times have you watched that man leave the apartment? You’ve seen him without a mask at least once,” she’d said and Dick had flushed bright red, nose scrunching at the reminder of his mentor’s activities.
“Well, what did I care about some ditzy rich guy?” Dick had thrown his arms up and huffed. “I thought he had a line right to Bat’s phone for Pete’s sake! What am I gonna pay attention to him for if I can’t even touch his shoes without the terror of Gotham catching up before I’ve even left his dumb manor.”
Selina clicked her tongue, the sudden displeased sound pulling him back from his memories. He shifted, twisting so he was wedged between the armrest and cushion, one leg pulled fully up onto the couch while the other remained firmly planted in the carpet, to better see her. She didn’t so much as glance in his direction, one hand still on his leg while the other did something on her phone. Silence settled between them, tense but comfortable enough, while he waited. He didn’t mind much. She’d always done things in her own time and he in his.
He let himself drift, no thoughts or memories pressing in on him. Just emptiness. That same nothing he’d coasted on just after his parents had died. Shock, they’d told him and he knew, now that it was. But he’d always been partial to reaching for this, finding it easy to let himself drop into something not unlike plunging into a metaphorical ice bath. Nothing stuck like this. Nothing hurt. He was, and he wasn’t. And Selina was content to let him do this — to wallow, she’d said — for a time. Later there’d be anger. Action.
Dick Grayson had never been much good at staying on the sidelines long, if at all.
Jason Todd had died. Alone. Alone in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere because the Joker had wanted to hurt the Bat. Alone because the little vigilante’s disappearance and the Bat’s subsequent hunt for his pup had sent nearly every major and minor player to ground to weather the storm. Even Selina. Even him, though he’d done his best to help where he could, even if it had all amounted to nothing in the end.
The Bat had been left to mourn while his rogues kept to themselves for a few days at least. For as long as Dick had been Selina’s partner — nothing more than a nine-year-old with a grudge against the man who’d murdered his parents — there had been rules among Gotham’s major players. Honor among thieves, to an extent, and while they didn’t apply to the Bat, Dick had staked a claim on Jason. An honorary cat for all that he’d been on the boring side of the law.
Dick had staked a claim and Selina had backed him up and the Joker had fucked them over and spat at their feet. When — not if. When -- they found the clown there would be hell to pay.
For now, though, he remained in that void between what had happened and what would, feeling everything and nothing at all.
So, I do believe I promised more posts on this account (my main is @runnfromtheak, but you have to deal with all my bs on that one lol) so I decided to post some teasers for my new fic, tentatively titled I See Sunset in Your Eyes (I Hate This Part).
It is a Stray!Dick fic, with Jason Todd as Cardinal (Batman’s sidekick) featuring some plot twists that I’m going to keep to myself 👀 I’m very excited to finish it, hopefully within the next few days!!! It’s at 18k right now, but fast approaching 20k. I’m thinking it’s going to be 30k 😂😂.
Here’s the preview of my ramble didn’t make you click away!!! 😂😂
So I’ve been seeing a lot of Jason as Stray or Tim as Stray fics, but you know what is surprisingly lacking? Dick ‘you can identify me by ass alone’ Grayson as Stray. Now, I humbly offer you the fact that he’s considered a graceful fighter, and Selina is too. Speed and agility? Heck yes! Stealth? Yes! All the other Robins have that too of course, but Dick is known for it!!!
In conclusion, that ass™️ deserves the leather suit you cowards, and that’s the kind of content we need, no we deserve.
