Cold wind cuts across Gotham’s rooftops. Sharp. Relentless.
The city glows far below, neon and distant, while the two of you crouch on the edge of a building that’s been painfully quiet for too long.
Your wings are folded tight against your back. You haven’t stretched them once tonight.
“I’m bored,” Jason mutters, shifting his weight. “Hey, kid. Why don’t you fly around for a bit? Might shake off the sleepiness.”
You glance at him sideways. “Dad said I’m not allowed to fly outside the manor’s airspace.”
Jason snorts. “Just for a bit. It’s fine.”
You shake your head immediately. “Nope. Not happening. I’m not brave enough and i am not risking it. You know what Dad said.”
He turns fully toward you, offended on purpose, thumbing his chest. “Not brave why? You don’t trust your big brother?”
You give him a long, unimpressed look. Completely flat. “I don’t.”
Jason throws his hands up dramatically. “Wow. That’s mean, you know that?” He complains. “So cruel to your own big brother.”
You click your tongue and look back out at the sky. “Meh.”
Jason scoffs, but there’s a smile in his voice when he mutters something under his breath. The wind howls again, cold as ever. But the boredom feels lighter now, stretched thin between banter and the quiet comfort of not flying.
Then suddenly, a hands on your back.
The world drops.
“JASON—”
He throws you straight into the air.
Cold rushes up to meet you, the wind slamming into your chest as pure instinct takes over. Your wings snap open with a sharp WHUMP, feathers exploding outward as you flap hard—panicked, clumsy, anything but graceful.
“YOU IDIOT—!!” you scream, your voice tearing through the night sky.
Below you, Jason is doubled over laughing on the rooftop. “HEY! You’re flying, aren’t you? See? Totally fine!”
You hover shakily, wings beating far harder than necessary, heart trying to escape your ribs. “I SWEAR WHEN I LAND—”
“Hey, hey, relax,” he calls up, laughing. “You’re doing great! See? Born for it.”
You glare down at him from the sky, feathers trembling. “I’m telling Alfred about this.”
Jason freezes. “—Wow. Low blow, kid. That’s just not fun.”
Jason just laughs louder, Gotham’s lights reflecting off his helmet, while you stay airborne—furious, alive, and very much flying.
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lagi patrol di atas atap. bosan ngantuk. dingin.
jason: dek, kau coba terbang bentar. suntuk kali ku rasa
reader: tapi kata bapak nggak boleh terbang diluar area manor lho bang.
jason: bentar ajaa, aman ituu
reader: nggak lah bang, nggak berani aku.
jason: nggak berani kenapa? nggak percaya kau sama abang mu ini? (ujar jason sambil memamerkan dirinya)
reader melihat malas, "emang nggak!"
"ih jahat kali lah kau sama abang mu ni dek!"
"prett"
hal berikutnya ialah, ia melempar mu ke langit. menyebabkan kau mengepakkan sayap dengan panik. "ABANG BODOOO"
WARNINGS: Gaslighting, manipulation, abuse of most kinds, branding, mangling, neglect, conditioning, isolation
NOTES: heho feathers soft/ also some 2bhank, sanmos, and torscrape so huehuehuehu
>> Hank and 2BDamned are both very, very touchy. How could they not be? You're like an angel descended from heaven, pure and untainted (even if you aren't). You spend your days with your wings tied together (the pair wouldn't dream of hurting you!) in Hank's lap, being petted and pampered by his partner Doc. They even hand feed you! Isn't this just wonderful? Isn't it? You are kept far, far away from Sanford and Deimos (For your own safety of course!) so they won't help you, and the AAHW would likely kill you, so all in all it's hopeless. You're hopeless.
>> Meanwhile, Sanford and Deimos are a bit more. . . fiery, shall we say. They're constantly arguing about what to do with you (should they tie up your wings so you don't strain them? Or is chaining down your feet and paws enough?), and it gets to the point where they become physically aggressive with each other. You're the only thing that can tear them apart like this, they both love you dearly but god are they selfish. Is it truly so sinful for one to want you all to himself?
>> The Employers clipped your wings the moment they got their paws on you and kept them as trophies to flaunt their power over you. It's honestly disgusting, how they take them down from the wall to pet and hold, sometimes using your disembodied wings as blankets. They pay more attention to the wings than they do you, often forgetting to feed and bathe you until your growling stomach is too much to bear. In their defense, it's hard. Hard to take care of something so fragile.
>> The scientists, Jebediah, Hofnarr, and Crackpot keep you safe and sound in a glass containment cell. It's the safest place you can be, or so they claim. It's a whole 3ft of thick glass surrounding you, there's no way any bad guys could get in and hurt you! They'd fight tooth and nail if anyone tried to harm you- they just want you to be safe and happy and if they have to force some joy from you they will.
>> Church and Jorge are a pair who don't need to *convince* you to do anything. Not like you can fly away when they've already broken your wings. The two try hard to care for you. They steal food, smother you with love, and even steal random grunts to keep your spirits up. So be happy! They've given you everything you could ever ask for, so why don't you act grateful for once? It's not like they ask for much in return- just your love and affection.
>> Phobos treats you less like a partner and more like an exotic pet. Sure, you're fed well, have no responsibilities, and are waited on paw and foot, but you're still trapped. Kept at paw's reach with a pretty pink shock collar and a cute chain leash, there's no way you can go anywhere without your doting master (And don't think about escaping in the dead of night- even then he has you chained to the headboard.).
>> The absolutely menacing pair of Agent Torture and Scrapeface love to watch you flit about in your invisible prison. Your crying is just the cutest thing to them! Torture adores the way you squirm in his grasp. You really aren't going anywhere- Scrapeface doesn't even need to be awake to keep you safe and immobilized for him and his partner to touch and pet and love.
>> The Sheriff keeps you in a containment unit, safely underground away from the chaos of Nevada. Though he visits infrequently, he cherishes every moment with you. Every time he has to leave, he leaves something with you (He's trying to become your comfort scent, and trying to make you addicted to him. Unfortunately, judging by the way you light up when you see him, it's working.). He loves the way you open your wings to see him, all ready to embrace.
