iâm đđČđ·đ and this is my list of my previous and continuing works as of right now. let me introduce myself first.Â
she/her. 20 years old. virgo. slytherin. *FUTURE SUCCESSFUL ACTRESS* adores horror and gothic themes. penny dreadful is a MUST to watch, absolutely my favorite show. laces and silk girl. IN THIS MOMENT, top band. any âaestheticâ i write in my works is an example of things i love.Â
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MARVEL: PETER PARKER, MIGUEL OâHARA, DOCTOR STRANGE, STEVE ROGERS, STEVEN GRANT
DC: RED HOOD (JASON TODD), DICK GRAYSON, BRUCE WAYNE, TIM DRAKE, ROY HARPER
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i was wondering if u would write jason x a wiccan reader :3
if not thatâs totally a okay!!!!!
hello love!
i would love to write a wiccan reader! though i am not as educated on wicca and i do have a book on it, but i would as well want someone to help me on it so i can get a more accurate idea. so please message me and explain some things so i can get a general explanation on being wiccan :) then i can go ahead and start some writing!
synopsis - little moments count with you and jason. heâs there with gentleness yet he teases you and you do the same back. with your feelings for him that only began to blossom not that long ago, thereâs three moments of you two together. as friends. one where he rants about his new book he read, and the other where you end up in tears. then heâs goneâŠ
âThis book makes me want to die. Again. The grammar is terrible. The whole storyline doesnât make sens-â
Listening from the seat of the cream cushion on the vanity chair as you flipped a page of a book Jason had recommended you a month ago. A floral pattern pen sits comfortably in between your fingers as you annotated from the sides when something caught your multitasking attention. A dimmed lamp near your bed was the only source of light along a long candlestick, the flame started flickering. On your once well-made bed full of soft pink pillowcases and white comforter laid Jason. His broad back pressed against the mattress making him look like heâs being swallowed whole from how huge he was. The various stuffed animals that sat peacefully in their place now being squashed to death by the large mass of weight.Â
âWhy the fuck - i canât stand this entire book. And i finished it tooâ, Jason exclaimed on the bed throwing the book that he judged and threw it across your room. You laughed without looking up at him knowing he has that frown on his face.Â
The pen glides across the page, a little doodle of a heart you drew by the chapter number. âThen why did you read it?â, you asked him, flipping another page. Jason grew silent at your question seemingly so he was too embarrassed to say why he did.Â
â...booktokâ
Pausing in your seat, you stop reading to look at Jason with an amused smile. âBooktok?â, questioning the leather clad man.Â
Still, he was quiet. Only he knew of the teasing you were going to do and he wouldnât get out of it even if he tried. âSince when do you have tik tok? And how come you never added me?â, you raised an eyebrow at him with your arms crossed over your chest. Your glossy lips curled in a little smirk while Jason laid there motionless.Â
Pretending to ignore you, Jason lifted himself up a bit to grab something underneath him. A cute teddy bear wearing a floral dress with ribbons around its ears. Cute accessories for them. He looked at the stuffed animal, turning it around to examine it further, innocently he played with its ears by flopping them around like itâs a helicopter. âIn my defenseâŠDick downloaded it for meâ, he muttered softly. Jason continued to play with its ears till he laid the stuffed animal right on his chest. The action made your heart swell with how cute it was.Â
âBut you should have added me, Jay. i could of sent funny tik toks to youâ
âI'm not really on it though. Only for books or if I need entertainmentâ, he half admitted. You blinked at him, getting up from your seat to sit right next to him on your sunken bed.Â
âI never felt more betrayed. Gimme your phone pleaseâ, you demanded holding out your phone to him by opening your palm.
Jason finally looked at you with a growing smirk and a glint in his eyes. He reaches behind him to grab his personal cell phone and puts it in your soft hands. âSo demanding yet so politeâ, he teases you before getting comfortable in your plush bed. You playfully roll your eyes at him as you open his phone to find the tik tok app. As you opened it, you began to bite your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing but quickly failing to cause Jason to give you a questioning look. âWhat?âhe asks, playing with the stuffed teddy bearâs dress and ribbon.Â
âWhy is your username leath-â âit wasnât my choiceâ, Jason sighed out in disappointment. The username Dick had given him for his account was stupid nonetheless. But he never changed it since he kept forgetting.Â
You laughed at him while making him follow your own account with a good fair amount of followers since you like to post sometimes. Some videos were of your various pets that you had including your bunny, Pancake. An holland lop bunny that had light brown color for fur and the cutest pair of ears that flopped whenever he hopped.
Speaking of pets, a loud thud is heard just outside your door making you and Jason look at the half closed door. The white painted door begins to creak slowly as a black nose appears, the nose nudges the door fully open to reveal a baby fawn standing on shaky legs as it looks at your vanity to where you sat on the bed. âHi baby, whatâs wrong?â, you coo kindly lifting yourself off the bed to bend down on your knees to the floor.Â
The soft coo you gave the baby fawn made it whimper till it trotted towards you in a hurry. Letting out an âawwâ while you watched it eagerly place itself on your lap, begging some love from you. Running a gentle hand down itâs back while you sweetly smile at the creature. âYou just wanted some attention huh?â, you playfully asked the fawn pressing a small kiss on top of its tiny head. A small sound came from the fawn in response saying âyes I do!â. The bed above you shifts a bit, you slowly pull away from the fawn to look up and make eye contact with Jason who was leaning over the bed watching you and the cute creature.Â
âWhat?â, it was your turn to ask him.Â
Without answering, Jason stared down at you with his dark blue eyes. He studied your figure carefully, from head to toe then down at the frail animal on your lap that made small noises. You sat there uncomfortably, shifting in your spot under his intense analyzing on your body. Finally Jason spoke up a few seconds after. âIs that a new dress?â, he nodded to the baby pink dress with sheer frilly ends. Wrapped around your bare shoulders with a white cardigan with the opening having embroidered lace and a small set of shiny pearls around your neck. A gift from a close friend. Looking down at the newly bought dress from the cutest website, you nodded at Jasonâs question. âHe noticed my new dressâ, you thought.Â
Your heart thumped at the very thought. Usually some guys wouldnât notice till you pointed it out to them and theyâll boredly say âoh yeah it looks niceâ. But never Jason, your close friend you have known for a few years. Heâll always compliment on your new outfits, your makeup, how your hair looks when you change it up a bit. It shows how sweet he was. Sometimes you secretly hoped he didnât do that to other women, except you.Â
âYeah, I saw it on that one website I really like. It was on sale too!â, you happily admitted how this specific dress was only twenty four dollars, originally fourty.Â
Jason smiled at your words and your expression as you beamed at him with a wide glossy smile. âWell it looks really pretty on you, dollâ he complimented, rolling on his back with his head hanging off the edge, he looked at you upside down as you continued to caress the fawn. The big dark eyes looked up at you before setting its little head down entirely, seemingly already dozing off. This particular fawn you took in when you spotted it by a pond far off the city, its mother nowhere in sight. Yet it has been a few days since you hadnât named it. Frowning a bit, you turned back to Jason who was still gazing down at you. His raven locks falling down, a bit of white peeking through the front of his head.
Shifting carefully with the fawn in your lap, you face him entirely while you loom over him a bit.Â
âWant to name it?â, you asked gesturing to the sleeping creature.Â
His blue eyes moved over to the fawn, in deep thought he was deciding on an entirely random name for such an adorable creature. âBambiâ, Jason said.Â
âBut itâs a little overused for a deer. I mean I really like the name but give it a different nameâ, you frowned at him.
âYou said i can name itâ
âAnd iâm saying give it a different nameâ
Jason sighed.
âI'm not really good at naming thingsâ, he admitted. His mind wandered to how he named a dog he rescued, Dog. not a well idea name for a dog. But it was good enough for him at the time.Â
You hummed lightly with a shrug, âjust think of one. No pressure jayâ. Jason gave a small smile in return till the two of you went silent. It was a comfortable silence between you two, thank god it was. One think about you is you canât stand awkward tension, or silence for that matter. But with Jason it just felt nice. You liked to be around Jason. Scratch that, you loved to be around him.Â
It was those few times a month you could see him when he wasnât out of the city or country. Sometimes you would get a message from him saying âI'm safe dollâ or âalmost home, I'll stop by and see youâ. They made your heart skip a beat when he would say he is on his way to see you or call you âdollâ. It makes you weak at the knees. Occasionally when he is away, heâll send a few pictures of animals he encountered during those âbusiness monthsâ. Last month he took a photo of a capybara that went up to him for a friendly welcome. You gushed over the funny animal.Â
Breaking the silence with Jason continuing his conversation earlier, âoh, in the book there was this one part where the guy made the girl-â. What he had said after that made you scowl in disgust.
A few nights later, Jason had a sudden phone call on his night off of patrolling. His private cell buzzed under his pillow, lazily without cracking his eyes open he shoved a rough hand under to pull it out and hold it in front of him. His eyes squinted from the bright light. To his surprise Jason sees your caller ID.
Y/Nđ
His thumb swipe to answer the call already pressing his phone to his ear, âY/N?â.
A small sob was heard. âJason?â, you spoke gently.Â
Jason quickly shot up from his bed with the sheets falling onto his lap, his index finger wiped the corner of his eyes. âHey. hi. Whatâs wrong? Are you hurt?â, he assumed the worst right now. A sense of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he leaped off his bed to bend on and grab his pants. Quickly he slid the jeans over his boxers while balancing the phone on his cheek and shoulder.
Another soft sob along a sniffle leaves your lips making Jason have a pit of anxiety in his stomach. âCan you come overâŠ.please?â, you pleaded.Â
Even though you couldnât see him, he nodded urgently with a few rushed âyeah yeah, i'm on my wayâ. Clumsily he grabbed his shirt and jacket hanging by his desk before rushing out of his bedroom.Â
âOkayâŠdo you still have the key?â, your voice sounded muffled.Â
âYeah , alwaysâ, he let out a deep breath while he jiggled his keys in one hand. His thumb searched for one particular one that had a small gemstone sticker in the middle. An apartment key that you gave him whenever he needed a place to crash for the night. He really liked the gemstone you put on the key to remind him which key was yours.Â
Bidding your goodbyes to each other, Jason sprinted out of his own apartment and down the stairs to the lobby. And letâs just say he was lucky to not be chased down by police from how fast he went on his motorcycle.
By the time he reached your apartment, he parked his motorcycle and ran to where you lived. Using the key you gifted him Jason was impressed on how fast he opened your front door. Walking in, he sees the familiar decoration of vintage furniture, flowers in vases, a large chandelier, candles lining up and some fashion magazines. Not to mention the various and unique animals you decided to take in over the years. A white cat with a pink ribbon around her neck laid on your couch till her eyes landed on Jason, her bright blue eyes closed as she meows loudly - it was her own greeting. âHey Marie. Whereâs your mom? Huh?âJason cooed sweetly at the cat who meowed affectionately before hopping out of the couch and to your bedroom. Following Marie, a few other furry friends greet him as well but he chooses to ignore them as you were the top priority right now. Heâll make it up to them later.Â
Stopping in front of your bedroom door Jason can see the dimmed light under signaling you were awake right now. Marie sat on her bottom to look up at Jason with her bright eyes. She meowed in question till she started scratching the door with a single paw. He reached up a fist to knock on the wood, âY/n?â. Behind the door he could hear shuffling and some muffled sobs till you answered him, âcome inâ.Â
And when Jason opened your door, it gave Marie the advantage to come in and trot like it was her place. Inside your room he can light a few candles, ones from your favorite candle shop, making your room like vanilla and cupcakes. Then, he saw you. You sat on your bed with your covers pulled on top of your entire body, a copy of pride and prejudice by your feet, and your laptop sat by your waist while Gossip Girl played. âY/nâ, Jason breathed out in relief when he saw you safe and unharmed. Until his expression turned into worry when he saw the tear streaks on your pretty face.Â
Quickly he rushed over to you now sitting by your side, âhey, hey what happened?â. You frowned deeply with your eyes still on the tv show. Something happened.Â
ây/n, what happened?âJason spoke firmly but still soft enough. Still no such answer from you. His eyes flicker to your laptop where he saw a scene with Blake Livelyâs character, oh man you love this show - and he knows since you would always end up watching this or Desperate Housewives. Quickly Jason leaned forward to slam your laptop shut, cutting your comfort show off.Â
âHey!â, you whined weakly.Â
âWhat happened..â, he asked once more.
You sat up from your bed, you looked down your lap to start fidgeting with your cream colored sleeves. A single tear streak fell down your cheek. Jason noticed how defeated you looked. What caught his eye from the corner of your room was the various papers of fashion sketches you made. And one single paper he managed to catch was one of a well designed dress ripped in two, down in the middle. You worked really hard to draw that dress along with color coordinating and how you would stress out on the idea of how long it should be. It was time consuming at your job. He remembered times where you would ask him which color would look beautifully on the sketch. Of course, he chose a specific color of red. To be fair, he imagined you in it.Â
To this conclusion, he thought of your work.Â
Most days you would rant to him about the most infuriating days that happened at work and heâll listen.Â
âWhat happened at work, doll?â, he asked you, leaning in closer to you. When you heard the endearment, your stomach fluttered like always.Â
You thought about how terrible your day went.
People can be the worst. Even to the sweetest people. This morning, you accidentally tripped wearing your favorite pair of heels and the heel broke. While limping away and off to work where you held your designs close in one hand with your broken heel in another. At first you didnât let that get to you. Till coffee was âaccidentallyâ spilt on your blouse and your hardworking designs were torn on purpose by one of the girls in the office. Why? Well you donât know the answer to it.
âJustâŠjust had a bad dayâ, you whispered. Another tear fell down your cheek while you examined your nails.Â
Jason nodded slowly, âyou want to tell me what happened?â. You shook your head as a ânoâ, not feeling up to it. Maybe later you would.
Quickly Jason understood and uttered an âokayâ to you. He reached forward and reopened your laptop with Gossip Girl continuing on the screen. Right now, Jason knows how to cheer you up tonight. You knew how to cheer him up when he had an episode, so of course he wants to make you feel better. His large form leaned back onto your plush pillows with his arms open wide enough, inviting you.Â
âCome onâ, he gestured to you and his arms.Â
Without hesitation you fold the blanket on top of you before moving closer to him. Your head laid on his chest with your arm swung around his waist. A muscular arm wraps itself around your shoulder while his hand caresses your head. His other arm is behind his head while he looks down at you on his chest, he really hopes you canât hear how his heart is beating so fast. From where he laid, he can smell your shampoo and perfume. Lavender and vanilla. The smell drives him crazy.Â
No matter what you do, it drives him insane. He really likes you. Heâll struggle to admit it. Only because heâs not going with feelings. And relationships. But since he knew you years before, the feelings grew over time. You were one of the very few people who actually knew him. That helped with how he is. Someone who never gets lucky. Only rarely.Â
And he doesnât ruin anything between you two at all.
The thought made Jason frown. His attention now on the tv show lay on his legs, his whole body relaxed entirely.Â
That was two weeks ago.
On that very night, the two of you went to the kitchen and cooked some delicious meals along with frosting a cake. And then Jason was crowded by your pets who begged for his attention and kind pets. More importantly, he stayed the night. Like a gentleman, he slept on the couch when you wished he slept next to you. You went to bed feeling better, you felt grateful for having Jason in your life. Hopefully he stays forever.Â
By the time you woke up, he was gone. Pillows and blankets were neatly folded with Marie on top of the pillows, purring in delight. Sure, this was normal. Heâll be gone, and you won't hear from him for months.Â
It was hell.
What you didnât know was Jason didnât want to leave. His eyes lingered on your bedroom door with his phone brightening from a message from Roy. As much as he didnât want to, his friend also needed him. But he wanted to stay. When heâll come back, he wants to tell you. He really does.
Two weeks in without any contact with Jason, you were sitting on your living room floor with markers, pens, pencils, papers and your laptop in front of you. On your screen you listened to audiobooks of your favorite book, lost in your imagination while your hand drew carefully on the paper. Marie sat by your feet while playing with her ribbon around her neck. A sudden knock made you jump in surprise. Who would come in this early in the morning? Definitely not your neighbors since they are your age and always come out of their apartment in the afternoon. Setting down your pencil, you stood up to walk over to the front door. You looked through the peephole and to your surprise, it was Jason - standing there awkwardly while he rocked back and forth on his heels.Â
Confused but giddy, you looked at your mirror near the door to check your appearance. Using your fingers to fix your hair and lipstick, you quickly opened the door to reveal Jason in his leather jacket with a simple black shirt along bright blue jeans instead of his regular sweats and red hoodie. His hair was slicked back on the sides leaving the front of his hair hanging on his forehead. Just how he looked, your eyes widened on how hot he is not noticing his arm behind his back. Of course Jason has always been attractive. He can wear the weirdest outfit combinations and heâll still look handsome.Â
Particularly you were ogling him from where you stood, Jason was no better.Â
What you wore was a black turtleneck with a gray skirt, a silver necklace sat around your neck while you wore shiny pearls for earrings. To top it off, a pretty bow behind your head. He knows you can dress.Â
âHiâ, you greeted him with a shy smile.Â
âHiâ, Jason said back.Â
Immediately Jason pulled out a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers wrapped in a satin ribbon. Comically your eyes widened at them upon seeing the flowers sitting beautifully in Jason's hand, you were in awe at the fact that only did he get you flowers - he got your favorite ones and he remembered. As you were staring at them with an awestruck look, Jason chuckled while pushing the bouquet towards you. âHereâ, he said, passing them on to you.
Quickly you held them in your hands making small contact with Jasonâs scarred fingers. No words can describe exactly when the man youâre in love with brought you flowers. Sure it may be a small gesture but it means a lot especially coming from Jason. âThank you-â, taking a whiff of the flowers âtheyâre beautiful Jasonâ, you spoke flashing the taller man a wide grin.Â
âAnytime dollâ
âCome on inâ, you welcome him in by widening your door just a bit more.Â
As Jason entered, he felt a small brush against his leg. Looking down he saw the spoiled Marie who meows loudly for his attention. With a gentle smile he bent down a little to rub between her ears as he cooed at the cat. Her purrs were loud and content from receiving the most delightful head rubs from the man who always hangs out with her mother. Taking a few strides over to your kitchen, you pulled out a white vase and quickly filled it up with water. Not far you can hear Jason greeting the rest of your babies before going back to Maria. It had to be the cutest thing you heard all day. Just from how gentle he was to your pets is a big thing for you.Â
Years ago when you two were a bit younger, you would spot Jason petting some strays and feeding them whatever he could get his hands on. Animals do go to a person who radiates a kind soul. And that example is Jason, in a way.Â
âYouâre finally backâ, you started placing the beautiful flowers in the vase. Turning around you held them firmly in your hands as you carefully walked back to the living room.Â
On the couch sat Jason with Marie perched on his lap with her tail up whipping him affectionately on the face and neck. Your own cat was probably in love with Jason more than you are. âYeah, got done pretty early. Also - â he gently grabbed the cat from her stomach and placed her right next to him on the couch. â- i want to say, i'm sorry for leaving the last time I was hereâ, he timidly smiled stroking Marieâs fur.
You shrugged, you were more used to him staying than leaving. What mattered was that he always came back.Â
Setting down the vase on your white carved coffee table before shifting some items to make it nicer. âItâs alright, Jay. I never minded anyways. Just as long you come backâ, you whispered the last sentence. Jason smiled hearing you quietly admit that you always want him to come back. Carefully walk around the coffee table to take a seat next to Jason at the end of the couch while swinging your legs to sit comfortably on the fabric. With a small distance between you two, the scent of tobacco and spicy cinnamon cologne caught your attention. âNew cologne?â, you asked, playing with the fabric around your sleeves. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Jason knitted his eyebrows together already grabbing the front of his shirt up to his nose taking his own whiff.Â
âOh..yeah. IâŠbought it yesterday. It smells goodâ, he drops his shirt as new wrinkles form.Â
âIt does smell goodâ, you smiled.
âCan i ask you something?âJason inquired. Tilting your head to the side, you blinked at him with a muttered âsure.â
Through his nose he took a deep breath, a new lightweight crawled its way over to his lap again only to see the same white cat beginning for more of his attention. Plopping down slowly, Marieâs paws dug in his jeans already making âbiscuitsâ while letting out a rhythm of purrs. Whatever he was going to say to you right now, he didnât want it to ruin your friendship. The last thing he wanted to do was lose you. Someone who has been in his life longer.Â
His blue eyes laid on the soft white fur as his fingers twirl around them, the ribbon collar around her neck was clear to everyone she was your baby. After all, he did give Marie to you.
You watched Jason avoid eye contact with you, already busy with your cat who bathed in his soft affections. âWhat is it?â, you quietly asked, shifting in your seat feeling the tension.Â
â...do you really like me being here? With you?âHis voice was shy yet hopeful. Your shoulders slump down while letting out a sigh through your nose in relief. A small bashful grin on your pretty lips from Jason who was questioning his presence in your comfort. âI do. I like it when youâre here Jasonâ, you spoke watching his expressions while fidgeting with your shirt. His expressions went from worry to ease once he heard your answer.Â
Yet he didnât look you in the eye.Â
âGoodâŠi like being here with youâŠâ, he admitted now brushing the white fur between his fingertips. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach was filled to the brim with butterflies. It felt good to hear him say that to you. Talking about these kinds of things was hard for Jason and you never wanted to pressure him from doing so.Â
Letting your gaze down to your skirt, finding little white furs stuck to the fabric already. Using your index and thumb to pluck them off one by one. There was a silence between you two. The same one that sat comfortably and not painfully awkward. Between you two, you basked in each otherâs company with each other.Â
After a few seconds, Jason looked up at you to see how preoccupied you were from patiently taking Marieâs fur off your gray skirt. He watched as you focused in on them whilst Jason took in your features and mainly your lips. You wore the same lipgloss as always. His blue eyes traced your nose, eyebrows, and eyes then from the corner of his eye he saw the various papers, markers and your laptop playing. Color and ink filled paper along different fabrics taped to the side. The design you drew was incredible. Now, he may not be the most fashionable man out there but he has ideas about what was good or not.Â
Itâs your dream for you to one day have your designs up in the big names. And damn right heâs your number one supporter. He always has been. Sometimes when you two would go out and spend a âfriendlyâ quality time together, youâll show up with an outfit from a website you bought or one you made on a boring evening.Â
Times those outfits heâll stare at you with lovestruck eyes. Youâre just so pretty. Speaking of those âfriendlyâ quality time together, it was time to finally ask you.Â
Taking his eyes away from your work he looked over at you who was plucking the last noticeable long white fur. âDo you wanna go out?â, he forwardly asked. Jason watched you pause with your head snapping up to meet his eyes.Â
âWhat?â
âI said, do you want to go outâ
â...like right now?â
âIf you wantâ
âOkayâ, you agreed, getting up from the couch to grab your coat until he said that made you entirely froze.
âI meant as a date..â
Your eyelashes fluttered at him as you furiously blinked at him thinking you misheard him. âWait, really?â, you quickly asked him. Jason smiles, flashing his white pearls at you. He let out a small chuckle while he shrugged his broad shoulders.Â
âYes really. So?â, he awaited your answer with a twinkle in his eyes.Â
Now, you've been on several previous dates and most of them ended in two ways. Angry men who say the most crucial things to you or they never last long - ending up as a small unserious fling. With the man in front of you, asking if you want to go on a date, oh your heart couldnât take it. You stuttered a small yes, before they turned into various âyesâ and an excited gleam in your eyes. Deep inside Jason was patting himself on the back for finally asking you out on a date and not backing out.Â
A new sense of confidence waved over him, his smile turned into a sweet smile. âAlright doll. Better start getting ready so we can goâ, he teases you, shifting his eyes from your room and back over to you. Realizing that you currently wore clothes from work, you gasped already jumping off the couch to run to your bedroom. The rush of stressing on what to wear and what makeup look youâll do since this is a first date with the man you're in love with. âGive me twenty to thirty minutes!â, you yelled out to Jason slamming your door shut.Â
Jason laughed at how fast you suddenly ran to your room. He looked back down at Marie on his lap who looked confused and frightened from the sudden noise. A finger rubbed on her forehead to ease her. In his head, he thought of how excited you looked at the idea of you two going on a date. On top of his head he started planning the day for today and where heâll take you.Â
Then a sudden nudge by his foot surprised him. Looming over to the floor he saw the same fawn from weeks ago that grew just a bit, staring at him with those dark twinkling eyes. It tilted its head almost asking âwho are you?â.Â
Jason curled his lip up on one side as he and the fawn had a staring contest. All of a sudden, he remembered when you asked him to name the little creature. He had yet to name it.Â
âHow do you feel about being called buck?â, a small bleat in response.Â
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here's a little 'one-shot' for you my loves. i promise another chapter of miss american pie is coming out very soon. sadly my other works i've made not long ago was deleted and i use two different websites or well 'app's whenever i write. and one of them decided to fade away my works (i wanted to scream trust me). i made this as i know i have readers who have requested similar things to this. so enjoy my loves. and huge, HUGE thank you to my new beta-reader!! @hunbuncinnabun <3 thank you once again for proofreading everything. i hope everyone has a good week and ill post again soon enough!!
I WILL POST SOMETHING TONIGHT I PROMISE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS
last song the last great american dynasty by taylor swift
favorite color pink and purple i got back in my purple era
last movie the dark knight
currently watching the real housewives of miami đ
sweet /spicy both i canât decide
relationship status i do have a boyfriend now which feels weird to say that
current obsession the chanel spring show from last week that bow skirt i love and need also i blame @orchidsangel for getting me back into bratz dolls cause i just bought some at target today and also calico critters they are so cute and adorable so happy i was into them a couple of years ago
last thing i goggled my bell scheduled for tomorrow đ
extra notes just got so many new good notes and i also love milly and lucy (@d0nk3y-k0ng )
no pressure tags @orchidsangel @millyhelp @fic-over-cannon @urmoonlightbebe
I miss you come back I need Jay and miss American pie to be okkkk
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im sorry for leaving you!
i know I keep saying im back but something really annoying happened with my laptop not long ago so now i have to rewrite ALL the next chapters for miss american pie đ
itâs my karma for leaving all my loves đ„Č
BUT Iâll try to upload before February. maybe tonight ill upload some work! also I have a beta-reader! so hopefully Iâll be able to have my works read and released by then!
Every hour. Every second. And every penny for your thoughts counts. Who knows how long sheâs been in this god forsaken place. The walls were dripping with mold. Floors covered in disgusting brown and dark red stains, obviously she knew what it was. Rats scattered across the room in search of any bit of crumb. Even so, the room was cold. Cold and basically musty. The single light above her was a shitty yellow color and lacked any light for her to properly see anything. It made her stomach churn, anxiety and panic being combined and molted in the worst body shakes. Nothing helped the fact, a piece of her and Jason was growing inside of her.
What felt like hours on end, waiting for incoming footsteps that were going to stop right in front of the sliding door. Or the cackles from the man in purple. She could practically hear him in her head.Â
The sudden guilt she felt, knowing he felt like itâs his fault. When really it wasnât. It was no oneâs.
Her temple throbbed uncontrollably, whoever fucking hit her was a bitch. Unnecessarily it was uncalled for. One way they were going to take her. And they succeeded.
Y/n shifted in her seat, the wood creaked a bit under her weight. From her rope tied hands behind her, skin to skin, she could feel the unfamiliar feeling of some weight on her left ring finger. Ever since she woke up and figured what the emptiness was on her finger, she would unconsciously run a single finger over the indent on her skin. A reminder of the kidnapping was real. And that jay was aware, and on his way. And he had to be. Right?Â
No sign of Joker or his men was enough to give Y/n time to figure out how to get out of resistance and out of the first Saw movie room. God, she really needs to stop it with those movies. At least her leg wasnât cuffed to a metal pole and the only option she would have is either break it or cut it off with a saw. She liked her leg. Y/n turns her head to look at the sliding door once again. No sound of footsteps or anything. Good. sighing, Y/n once again shifts her tied hands behind. Maybe if she wiggled enough and loosen the tightness, perhaps she could slide out easily.Â
Wiggling her hands a bit, she felt a small sting in between. Her skin was becoming raw and red by now as she spent hours and hours. And nothing helped. The squeak of the chair becomes increasingly louder and louder once she continues shifting. Frustration and impatience as nothing has worked. Until, a small difference with the rope around her hands loosens. Y/n paused, âyes, finallyâ. Continuing the same actions as before by wiggling up and down and sliding in random places, Y/n could feel the rope become nearly loose. The sense of excitement filled her body.
That was until dread replaced it. A loud cackle echoed from a distance and on the other side of the door. Heeled shoes clicked and clicked with each step as it inched closer. What sounds like keys jingling in someoneâs hand stirred Y/n in her seat.
Her eyes shift to where the door was, observing it, her breath hitches. Steps were closer and practically by the door already. Turning her head straight to avoid any form of contact of the incoming clown, behind her, Y/n could feel her grip the loose ropes. She squeezed her hands, the rope itching her skin. It felt warm. But at least it was the only warmth she had right now. From her right side, Y/n heard the keys jiggle again before being inserted in the key hole. A few twists and another jiggle. The door opens. It slides before hitting the other side with such brutal force.Â
Silence.Â
Y/n stared right ahead, daring herself to her thoughts to not bother to look at the doorway. Thinking if she did, she'd be dead. No way she was going to. Her breaths became heaved and uneven for her. What felt like a pair of eyes on her that were looking at her so sinisterly, and oneâs that felt the need to touch her. Goosebumps ran along her skin, head to toe, it didnât help how breezy it was. And as the silence grew more uncomfortable and bone-chilling, there was a small sound. A giggle. Another giggle after. Then, another. And another. Turning into a full fit of uncontrollable laughter. It was hoarse and sounded like someone who barely drank water had the driest throat in the world mixed with a full ten hours of sleep and no talking.
She shut her eyes, basically squeezing them at this point. Endearing to have to hear it, Y/n rather not see the clown. One that haunted her husbandâs mind. With every look and every sound, her husband was greeted with the same green hair and wide greased in red paint smile. And here she was, too.Â
The sense of terror was unmatched. This is what Jason had felt. It had to be. The nightmares she would see and be bothersome for him, telling him he was safe and with her. Alive and well.Â
His laughter ceased to calm down. As it faded and calmed down, another pact of silence in the room again. A pin could be heard dropping. âHow long have I been waiting for you.â
It was the devil.
The monster.
 The murderer.
And he was just a few feet away from her. Not behind a screen watching her, not watching from a distance that would be considered âsafeâ. No. he was right, there.Â
One foot covered in colors of white and black, dust and dried blood splatters was caked on the tip of his shoe. Step after step, it was eager.Â
âYou don't know how long iâve been wanting to-â, he spoke with a rush of excitement. Following with a sharp hiss and a shake of his body. â-get my hands on youâ.Â
âAnd i canât wait to touch youâ, joker grits his teeth. From the corner of her eyes, she couldnât see him. Thank god she didnât. But right where he stood was nothing but darkness. The only thing that lightened him was the cold blank stare of his. His pupils looked like they were the darkest pit with only a single white dot. Like it was the false light that captures someoneâs attention before they die.
Y/nâs spine ached from the constant slumped over in the creaky chair, her nostrils flared as she couldnât handle her breathing well enough. Fear.Â
She could hear his heels click against the pavement as he took large and lurring steps toward her form. Almost like a predator awaiting for itâs prey to run off and cower away in utter fear. Except the prey was sitting and wrapped in rope, practically saying âI'm right hereâ. âYou know, i'm real, real sorry that we had to, well tie you up. It would have been easier if he wasnât there those few nights agoâ, he explained to her. He stood right next to Y/n, so close that she could smell the pungent odor radiating from him. Scrunching her nose up in disgust while turning her head to her left side.Â
âAnd, it really made me mad that the little birdie was there. No one, including you was supposed to get hurt. Too bad it ended differentlyâ, joker spoke already leaning down next to her ear.
Before he could say anything, Y/n could feel his breath against the right of her face. He was the walking death. If a plague was the definition of someone it would be him. Everything about him was evil and mild.
Her body continues to shake uncontrollably, a sheer of sweat nearly coats her skin, just then the joker takes a deep inhale of Y/n. to him she smelled sweet and tangy. It smelled so good to him. Everything was coming to play for him and miss american pie. Y/n shuts her eyes once more in terror not before flinching away. This wasnât unseen from the joker himself. It made him give out an unsettling chuckle. She reminded him of a scared little rabbit.
âOooh oh oh, little birdie is so lucky to have youâ, he teases. His body shifts to move right in front of Y/n, basically towering over her with his lanky form.Â
A gloved hand reaches over to where her face was turned. His index finger and thumb grip onto her chin tightly, forcing her to face him completely. âOh sweet pea. Come on. Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes of yoursâ, he purred menacingly.
With a shake of her head in resistance, Y/n refused to look at him.Â
Never did she want to look at those dead, soulless eyes of his. Not even if he kills her.Â
In her refusal, Joker starts to tsk in disappointment. âNo? Mmm, well I guess you wouldnât mind if they congratulated youâ, he said.
Y/n froze, her heart started to quicken.Â
âWhat..no. no. heâ, she refused to believe it.Â
âOh what? You think I won't know? Uncle j always finds out. To be honest, I'm upset that you both never told me. We could have celebrated the baby shower togetherâ, the joker pouted sadly. His grip on Y/n becomes more tighter and tighter causing her chin to start to ache a bit.
âHow about this? We will celebrate soon! I know how much a little birdie would love that. After he was the one who led me to youâ he says.
Rage filled her veins. The joker is trying to shift the blame onto her husband. It wasnât fair. Y/n turns her head aggressively away from the clownâs grip. Her head turns left and right in case he decides to grab her face again. âFuck youâ, she hissed in anger.Â
âMaybeâ, the joker giggles in surprise. He was enjoying this way too much. And why wouldnât he. He finally got the girl. But why? Joker stares down the woman before him who has yet to open her eyes and look at him. Miss american pie wasnât playing nicely as he hoped. Good thing he always has back-up plans for almost everything.Â
With a click of his slimy tongue, the clown spins on his heel with his back turned away from her. He let out a loud and long sigh dramatically in sadness. âYouâre no fun, cupcake. Since youâre being a party pooper. How about we start?â, the clown suggests.Â
âStart whatâ, Y/n says. Behind her with her hands tied, a finger does the same thing itâs always done for the past hour. Rubbing against the indent of her skin where her symbol of love once was. It brought a tiny sense of comfort for her. But doesnât mean it at all helped. Another wave of silence is greeted, her ears pick up some sounds of water dripping every five seconds. Until, the sound of jokerâs heels clicks closer and closer over to her form.Â
What caught her off guard was the touch of a dull knife slide on the side of her right cheek. Not sharp enough to cut her though. But enough to mock her. It slid slowly down her skin. The action reminded her of the scars he too left on her husband. One where he always covered or could barely catch a glimpse of.Â
âWell the party of course. NowâŠhold still for meâ, the joker giggled once more. Y/nâs entire body tensed up in fear before rapidly moving her body away, letting out more excited giggles from the clown himself. A party indeed. Just for jason.
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He hasnât moved from his seat in hours.
Later it turned into a full day. Then it turned into a couple of days. Hopefully not into weeks or months. Jason couldnât take it anymore. Thank god Alfred wasnât injured entirely. He knows the old man was feeling guilty for what occurred. And it wasnât his fault whatsoever. Jason Todd felt like he had failed. He failed.Â
What he had thought he could separate a part of life from the one he oh so craved, turned out to be bullshit. Because everywhere he went, nothing good came out. Hell, maybe in every universe he never gets a happy ending. Why would he? Did he deserve to have a good marriage with someone he loved? He didnât know. His wife is gone. Kidnapped by a monster who haunts him in his waking moments.Â
Everyone, including friends, participated in finding his wife.Â
As grateful he was, he was impatient. Day and night he searched for her. Never taking breaks.
That worried everyone.Â
He was quieter. More angry. More ruthless. Just two nights ago, it showed the parts of Jason that he would never want Y/n to ever see. Ever.
âPlease! Please, that's all I know! He wouldnât tell us anything. He only told us to get the girl!â, the terrified man pleaded. Above him was Jason, adoring the red hood attire except the brown leather jacket. Little blood splatters against the big red bat sign on his chest. His hair was messy and tousled, the white streak started to appear more and more. The stress was at fault for it. Jason breathed deeply, his gun pointing down at the former worker for joker. A single finger ready to pull the trigger and move on to the next sorry bastard.Â
In the past few days, Red Hood has been the star of news outlets and the talk of Gotham. Killing numerous men left and right in a matter of three days. People grew terrified. Some started to hide and run once they realized the pattern Jason had set up for a specific group of people. âMan, heâs after every man who worked for the joker. Itâs obvious. Everyone turned up dead and guttedâ, is what people would say about him.
And those men knew he was coming after them. But they always ended the same. Talk and the next, dead. Straight to business.
â...â, Jason stared down at the pathetic man below him. He didnât have to say anything for the man to know, he wasnât passing through any bullshit right now.
The man sighed shakily from where he laid on the gross trashed kitchen floor, his hands held up in surrender and started to shake more and more. âLook, I don't know exactly where he is. All i know is the rumors floating aroundâ, he stuttered. Behind the domino mask, Jason squinted. âWhat rumorsâ, he said, his voice was rough and dark but tired. The lack of sleep was catching up to him now.Â
Taking a rather large gulp of nervous saliva, the man sits up to a full sitting position instead of laying down. âSome guys, they said they got to see where Joker holds the girl in. I don't know where it is but some doâ. Bingo. Finally is leading somewhere instead of a dead-end.Â
âWhere do I find these men?â, he insists further taking a creeping step forward making the man almost piss his pants in fear.
âI donât know. You can try one of the clubs near the exit of Gotham. Some of the joker's men go there to take breaks. Ya know?â, the man breathed nervously. It wasn't long for Jason to understand and pinpoint where those clubs take place.
About a solid of twenty seconds Jason lowered his gun a bit as well as backing up to the window. His heavy boots rattled the apartment floorboards with each step. âYea i knowâ, he muttered quietly.Â
The gun rises again, a finger aims right at the man. BOOM! A loud pained scream echoes through the messy empty apartment. The floorboard was once covered in not just trash but of blood. Red liquid paints the lower walls and coats the manâs thigh. His chubby fingers cup around where the bullet lodged itself in, in his lower leg. Jason listened and watched with no care in the world. His large figure turns away from the injured man as he marches away and into the city.Â
Moving on to the next man after man, not once had Jason given up on getting information or any locations to where his wife could be. A part of him just knows he is close. He had to be. Everyday he is closer, the more he knows Y/n would be held with that bastard.Â
Pleads and screams from different men were beginning to annoy him. And they always ended up dead or badly injured. Hell, even the last guy said to him, âheâs gonna know youâre after himâ. Of course, thatâs the whole goddamn point.Â
The club was a bloodbath.Â
One where Bruce and Dick had come across after the crime had been committed. And Jason doesnât have a single care in his body. He expected the two of them to come in and yell at him for murdering âinnocentâ people. To be fair, those people were the men he was looking for. Not the ones that were there. And he didnât kill anyone who was innocent. Thatâs not who is. Never.Â
Now here he was, sitting in one of his safehouses out in Gotham, typing on his computer and looking through files and addresses for any abandoned place outside of the city that Jason could have ended up using.
In between his fingers was her wedding ring, it twirled and shined immensely. Like it was greeting him sadly. His attention is on the screen to pinpoint on buildings along cameras of where Joker was last seen. Hopefully catching glimpses of his car or of him. Maybe even Y/N. but nothing. Nothing yet. And he was damn near ready to just storm into every building for her. But he knows better. Yes, he can be reckless. But he isnât an idiot. Something some people underestimate about him. Not Y/n though, she never saw him as an idiot. God, he really misses her.Â
The cold band reminds him of her disappearance and how everything turned into nothing when Joker took her. Jason looked down at the ring, the memory of their secret and cheap wedding that took place. He remembers how happy she was. The bright lovesick smiles thrown his way and one where it could make his teenage self blush. He was happy. And he hadnât been this happy since, Bruce took him home.Â
Closing his hand into a fist around the ring, Jason looked up once more to the screen. Different angles of the last place the clown was seen and of streets he would be spotted. It was his turn to watch him.Â
âAhh, there we goâ, Joker exhaled. His cracked red lips puckered mockingly before making a pop sound. In his hands was a red tube of lipstick that was now ruined as it was half a stick now and crushed at the very tip. His hand lazily throws it to the side of the room causing a small crash as it hits the floor. The cap is now gone and the lipstick laid there, broken. Staring down at the woman before him, a sense of pride overtook him. The plan was in motion. Not till the little birdie comes in crashing through the windows and starts shooting up the place. That has yet to occur.Â
And right now, he was having some fun with Miss American Pie. A broken sob escapes her lips, her shoulders shrug as she sniffles. Tears streamed down her face, one after another. âAw now now, sweet pea. I'm sorry I was rough with you. I'll be gentle next timeâ, he cooed at Y/n. his blood coated hands cups her cheeks while he looked deep inside her eyes. One of her hands moved over to brush away the piece of hair that laid carelessly across her face.Â
Another broken sob leaves Y/n with her hands now tied to each side of the rolling chair Joker had switched her to. Each of her nails dug into the cushion, the texture broken as she had been digging in there out of pain and comfort for days.Â
âDry those tears. Since youâve been good, how about I make you some cupcakes? Those always cheer me upâ, joker half-taunts. In the sense of his fake apologies and attempts to seem comforting, he was enjoying this.Â
He steps away from her already making his way over to the sliding door where two men were standing in front of with large guns in hand. âOr maybe I'll make some pie. Hm, maybe I will. Get it? Cause youâre miss american pieâ, he starts to crackle loudly. And as he walks away further from her, a small tune can be heard from the clown prince.           Â
The tune was cruel. One of her favorite songs was being whistled directly at her. On the top of her head she could hear herself memorize the lyrics of the once cherished song.
âThe music died. And they were singingâ, Y/n lowered her head down before sobbing softly to herself. The door shut loudly, and all she could hear was the fading whistle tone of a song her and her husband would listen to become a cruel rendition for the man who took her.Â
đšđŒđ»đŻđ¶đčđș đ”đ¶đ»đŹ: hi loves. sorry for the late update. but I hope you at least enjoyed it! the reason Iâve been gone is because of many reasons actually. recently i went to my hometown and visited my boyfriend and we celebrated our two years and get this, I GOT A LAPTOP!! so it will be easier for me to post and type since now I use a google document for my work. I am looking for a beta reader so let me know if ur interested. another reason ive been gone is I randomly got a rash from an apparent drug allergy which doesnât make sense. and itâs been HELL. like I canât sleep or get good rest without my medication. so hopefully it goes away and I can write more. anyways let me know if u guys want to be tagged.
Where r uuuuuuu??? đđ you canât leave us on a cliffhanger like that itâs literally a crime
hehe, hi!
Iâm sorry my love!
Iâm backkkk
so a lot has happened after my last chapter and just to summarize it, I went back to my hometown, enjoyed it, got a bad rash on my body and now I look like a snake and I got a laptop :)
and because I finally am able to write again, next chapter is gonna be outâŠlike now :)
Sorry if you have already stated this I'm new here... when's the next chapter of Bye Bye, Miss Americab Pie coimg out?! It's so good!!
hello my love!
ahhh huge welcome! thank you so much for reading miss american pie đ so i am working on the next chapter and some other works right now and overall I hope Iâll try to edit it and upload another chapter soon <3
Jason Todd: is a character about collateral damage, about victims, about being silenced and coming back furious and demanding blood
People in fandom: well he murders people instead of just violating their human rights and beating the shit out of them so clearly he's the bad one
You do not get a more explicit walking metaphor than Jason Todd murdered child Jason Todd robin the in the case becoming bloody and vicious Red Hood, becoming "you and your outdated morality", becoming a walking reminder that you can't save everyone, that not all ghosts rest easy.
The perfect inverse of a silent memorial, a furious walking ghost demanding blood, screaming with a newfound voice that mourning was not enough - mourning him while allowing more victims just like him was wrong.
pairings: jason todd (red hood) x wife!fem!reader, alfred pennyworth x fem!reader (platonic)
WARNINGS: violence, attempted kidnapping, reader is really just targeted by the scary clown man, hubby jason is dying inside, really not fun for reader
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NOT PROOFREAD - ITALICS ARE FROM MOMENTS BEFORE READERâS ABDUCTION.
MISS AMERICAN PIE HAS GONE MISSING.
AND WHERE COULD SHE HAVE GONE? I'LL TELL YOU.
SHE'S HIDING, FROM YOU.
JUST LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT, it was quiet. usually perfect for anyone to sleep tiredly as much as they want or enough to get enough rest for what the next days are to come. the sounds of crickets awakened with the softest 'who's' from looming owls above. it was soothing for Y/N. much to say you would expect her to feel uncomfortable with how previous events had taken place. not until later on. after her call with JASON had suddenly ended and the top breaking news of the explosion not far from the city itself, sleep had clouded her mind. waiting her husband to arrive back to the Manor, Y/N laid on her side of the shared bed with Ginger, the german shepherd pup, that snored away with stretched out limbs. as much as she's felt cozy in the room, it came to her how worried she was. normally she was, yes. but something didn't feel...right. her husband would come home either with solemn dread or an loving gesture with pressed kisses against the side of her temple. she prayed it was the kisses and soft chuckles from jason tonight.
Y/N opened her eyes to scan around the bedroom, she could feel the crust forming around the very corners. reaching up a hand to rub at them away she sat up lazily. a small yawn escapes from her mouth. there was nothing but darkness except the bright moonlight shining down from the window and into the dark room. her bones felt tight. the cool air settles around her sitting up figure except the warmth by her hip from ginger.
feeling the same sleepiness take off, Y/N slams herself back down on the cool pillows. immediately her entire body relaxes once more. her head dugs into the cold side of her pillow. taking a small inhale from her nose - the scent of jason's cologne and body wash filled her nostrils. a mix of whiskey, bourbon and vanilla. spicy and sugary. she always loved how he smelled. what she hadn't noticed was the the pup who laid with twitching ears that were high and alerted. her black nose wiggled, smelling something unusual...but familiar.
creak....stomp...
halting her movement, Y/N slowly moves her attention back over to the room. pushing her body away from the soft pillowcase into a up-right position in a slow pace, she looks straight over to where the door was. from underneath the door, it was dark. no bright hallway light to see any shadow creeping from the other side. just pure darkness. from the corner of her eye Y/N could see ginger now standing up in an protective stance. a deep growl emerges from her throat. teeth bares as her eyes stare down at the door in front of her. ginger stands in front of Y/N on all fours - blocking her view. consciously , her left hand reaches from underneath the same pillow she had previously laid on. gripping onto her phone tightly. already sliding up on her screen without bothering to look away from the door and away from ginger, Y/N already starts to go through her contacts in search for her husbands. until, the doorknob twists.
instantly, she felt her breath hitch. a chill spirals down her spine. slowly Y/N pushes up entirely from the bed, gripping onto the wooden bed-frame with one hand holding onto the cold cell phone. back from her peripheral vision she could see gingerâs ear pinned back with another growl ready to released. as much as she was terrified, this happened to her once. and she wasnât ready for it to happen again..
the knob twists. so slow. it was taunting.
the door deadly opens. door frame creaks as it reveals, nothing but a shadowy figure. the moonlight provided her sight with a towering man. his figure wore the a simple pair of khaki pants along an white tank top with the printed words on the front.Â
                  âARKHAMâ
âoh shitâ, Y/N gulped silently. her judgement of the previous thugs who tried to kidnap or murder her, may even both, was used ungratefully with fear. but now her judgment was even more worse. an escaped criminal from Arkham Asylum. and, jokerâs men. anyone would rather spend their days and nights away in Gothamâs jail custody than Arkham. the way jason would describe the brutally and terrifying things that occurs a place like Arkham always gave her the chills. and who wouldnât? someone spends a day in that cruel place, you might come back not the same. and we all know who ended up in that fate.
Y/N backs herself up against the cold headboard. finding little to not movement to run away. she felt completely stuck. the room rings with the german shepherdâs barks and threatening growls. the pupâs head shakes, spit flies from her baring teeth. her chest felt like it was speeding so fast it much burst out out of her. not taking her eyes off of the intruder, she felt her grasp tightening on her phone. âcall himâŠcall him you idiot!â
not far from her, she could hear the deep intake breaths of relief and sinister chuckle. âfound youâŠâ, the intruder spoke. a pair of the heaviest boots steps towards unarmed woman and the pup. instead of simply calling her husband who was probably far away from the manor and would take an long amount of time to get there, might as well have the âflight or fightâ turned on. without thinking or even doubting, Y/N turns to Jasonâs side of the bed to double over the various pillows to grab the lamp that sat on the furnished nightstand. immediately pulling back her arm with the lamp in hand, the lamp flings across the room aiming for the intruder.Â
fortunately the heavy product landed perfectly on the manâs bulky chest causing him to let out an loud âoofâ from the impact. jason would be proud to see it. his form stammers backwards from the force, a small thud falls onto the floor. a gun. it had to be. if it wasnât, than most certainly it was a weapon of choice. Y/Nâs head twists and turns to find any nearby weapon for defense. only for the slight panic inside of her in realizing the lack of items in the very room. except, a clock. it was big enough for her to possible bash his head with. or throw at him again. âanything could be a weaponâ, jasonâs word rang inside her head.
without another thought, Y/N grabbed the clock on her husbands side of the bed. as she grabs the device, it was quick to pull her back onto the bed frame. her back slams onto the heavy frame to realize it was still plugged in. âyou gotta be fucking kidding meâ, she said to herself. the anxiety crept inside her stomach. with gingerâs growl and barks made it much worse. where was everyone else? and by everyone else, alfred. he had to be here. and for sure he was alert on someone breaking in the Manor. heâs the butler for fuck sakes! a low grunt comes from the man as he slowly walks forward. he curses underneath his breath as he did. as Y/N struggled to grab onto the clock from his restraint, it gave the intruder an advantage to finally take the girl.Â
not before ginger had enough. quick, the pup barked viciously lastly to run forward with a speed. her fury figure darts straight to grab onto the manâs khaki covered leg. teeth gashing with a firm grip as she held on. with a turn of her head, Y/N watched the attack unfold before her until the moon enlightens the room once more. and there it was, a gun laid out onto the floor waiting for her to run to. âgoâ, she hears her own voice whisper to herself. letting go of the worthless clock and over to the laid weapon inches away from the intruder. she was careful to not come close enough near the screaming man who was occupied in getting the pupâs teeth off of his leg. and in which he had failed.Â
quickly, Y/N picks up the cold gun. her thumb slides off the safety before aiming it at the man. with a whistle coming from her lips, ginger unlatched her teeth letting go of the man. he grunts in relief before gripping his leg. âdonât fucking moveâ, she spoke. just as much as she wanted to sound like she wasnât terrified. she truly was.Â
when was this going to stop?
the tremble in voice was a dead give away. since the man started chuckling mockingly. âyou ainât gonna shoot meâ, he said. he hissed once again as Y/N watches him clutch on his leg with a firm pressure to stop the bleeding from the rows of teeth wounds ginger had left.Â
with a squint of her eyes, she breathed in heavily debating on if it would be right to shoot or not. if she did right now, more of a chance alfred would hear and will come in. or more reinforcements. Y/N lets out a sigh dropping the gun by her side. ginger trots away taking side by her mother waiting for further instructions. a lick of her mouth and chompers, the pup was content.Â
âyouâre right. i wonât. but doesnât mean I canât do thisâ, she says.
before the man can process her words quick enough, Y/N walks over to the sat man on the floor before swatting him with the end of the gun. hitting him on the temple hard enough for him to pass out. his body thuds hard against the floor. as he laid there completely out cold.
âI see you have taken care of him missâ, a familiar british voice had suddenly spoke from behind. turning around it was clearly to be alfred pennyworth. he looked rather disheveled. revealing he had a bit of a fight and was preoccupied. his suit was freshly wrinkled with creased. in his hands were completely bare, off of the typical white gloves he usually wears and now were replaced with a shotgun in hand. Y/N shudders with relief in seeing the butler. ginger whines out as well already wanting the older manâs attention. âwell yeaâŠhe did come into my room uninvitedâ, she says with a little nervous chuckle.Â
alfred nods with an âsorryâ grin. âI do apologize miss. it would seem that a few obstacles came along. I have alerted batman, for now we should head down to the cave if you prefer missâ.
âyes pleaseâ, Y/N was quick to answer with hesitation.
as she makes her way to stand next to the butler, ginger walks over to stay close enough to Y/N. her black nose wiggles, sniffing the air for anything out of the ordinary.Â
alfred holds onto the shotgun tightly in his hands as he led the two through the darkened halls of the Manor. what felt like a labyrinth filled with monsters and obstacles, Y/N could see just how alfred operated. he was just as alert. he was calculated and made sure to go first before she did in case anyone decided to surprise them. luckily, there wasnât any obstacles that stood in their way.Â
âdid you alert red?â, she whispered over the butlers shoulder.Â
he stayed quiet in response. âIâm afraid not miss. as far as he is right now, i would say he would take much longer to get here. batman has stated I come and get you and take you to safety. as far as I know red does not know of the circumstancesâ, alfred explains with the same low volume. pursing her lips in thought of his words that spoke of guilt. he was right.Â
if jason got here too lateâŠonly the worst would unfold.
âË.âŸ. âË
this was worse.Â
everything he could of gone through in his life, somehow this was more shattering. he could feel his bones ache. his heart was pounding in his chest from the adrenaline and of fear.Â
it took him ten minutes to get here. from the depths of the city than back to the Manor. his legs were burning from the speed he was going. he had jumped from buildings to buildings. and somehow, someway he was too late. the look on everyoneâs faces was enough.Â
jason could see the remains of blood, unconscious bodies and shattered glass. he walks in with silence but his energy radiated pure dread. police men were uncovering the scene with cameras taking photos of the crime. and there stood, bruce dressed as Batman talking to commissioner gordon. the look on gordonâs face was written with stress and disappointment. practically sensing his presence bruce looks to his left to see jason. he stood there looking at him blankly with his helmet. bruce muttered a few words to commissioner before bidding a goodbye with a firm nod. âalright everyone out! give some room!â, jim yells out waving his hand towards the front door of the manor.Â
jason could hear the multiple pair of footsteps leave the building in a rush manner. his focus more onto the scene in front of him, unbothered to even spare another glance at the commissioner and bruce. and speaking of his father, bruce had never seen jason this way. ruined. broken. it was a different type of broken. even a broken person like jason himself can be more shattered. shattered into billions even trillions of pieces and unable to be repaired. seeing his estranged son who settled down with a beauty by his side, bruce can truly see the amount of happiness his daughter in-law brought. and bruce would of had the same dream as jason. but far into this lifestyle was tougher.
bruceâs frown deepened, walking towards the stilled red hood who barely said a word. the crunch of glass as he stepped on the pieces, crunch crunch. stopping in front of him, and nearly at the same height, bruce could just see how tall his son was. even with his back hunch, jason was taller than everyone else in the house other than bruce.Â
âred hood. a woman has been kidnapped. we assume it was at least seven or so men who broke in the wayne manor. alfred pennyworth, wayneâs butler has been detained by paramedics. if you wo-â
âwhere is sheâ
it was soft. a broken, yet soft cry.Â
if you thought Jason Todd could ever felt more dead, than heâs in the afterlife.Â
âwhere is sheâ, jason, red hood, pleaded. he spoke in a tone where gordon couldnât hear from where he stood. his hands laid limply by his sides as he looked down at the blood stained floors and carpets. by the side of trashed wooden table with shattered tea cups and teapots laid an eye catching ring.Â
it shone brightly in the manor lamp lightings as it laid there with the same poker card.
a simple gold wedding ring. the same one his wife always wore, and never took off. a vow to him, and to her. one that laid on the floor, with a bloodied message. the poker card of a joker. familiar words written on the back that read âBEAUTY SMILESâ. the crimson color of dried blood was used to write.Â
âwe should wrap this upâ, jim gordon sighs out tiredly as he looked down at the crime scene.Â
another case from the joker. how utterly surprising.Â
âas soon as we get started on-â âthat wonât be necessary, robin is already on the look out as well as nightwingâ, batman says without drawing his attention away from red. jim looked at batmanâs armor covered back, giving him a second glance before nodding away. âalright. my boys will do the same. weâll let you know if we find something about jokerâs whereabouts or the girlsâ, jim already taking leave out the door feeling the uncomfortable silence between the two vigilantes. he was getting too old to deal with the constant fighting between the two.Â
and there, both father and son stood in silence.Â
what was either one supposed to say? the words had no formed for one another, and yet they both felt guilt.Â
âjason.â
is all bruce could even say. he wants to comfort him. tell him they will find y/n. to even tear the city through and through to search for her. something he did before and yet failed.Â
and for jason, he remained in silence. it wasnât hard to feel what he was feeling. with no facial expression with the the helmet, anyone could feel the wrath that brewed inside of him. âjason. we will find herâ, bruce reassured him. it was dead. waiting patiently for any response back or even just a single movement from him, jason remained still.Â
god, why is it always evil always after him. had he suffered enough through death and life itself? all he ever wanted was love. freedom. justice. anyone can take something away from him but no, not her. not his wife.Â
underneath the helmet, jasonâs once a soft beautiful shade of light blue turned to a darkened color of midnight blue. his jaw clenched, more sharper. his gaze now narrowed and dangerous. the red bat symbol on his chest heaved up and down as he took in heavy settled breaths. he could almost hear the voices in his head, telling him to do anything. anything that is necessary. whatever is right. to kill. and no one is going to stop him. not this time.
- ⟠-
could this manor be even more bigger than it already is. not to mention how cold it is. Y/N paced herself next to alfred along of the company of ginger. it was as dark as it was in the halls than the bedrooms, barely could see anything but outlines of doors, desks and vases. and the occasional bumping into either freshly deceased or unconscious bodies that laid across the floors. neither the two have spoken after Y/Nâs question of her husbandâs location. as the three carefully tip toed through the halls, almost close to the grandfather clock, a chill once again ran through down the crack of her spine. just as alfred led the two around the corner, gingerâs nose wiggles once more. the pup detects another intruder in the house. and before she had the courage to alert the butler and the woman, a figure in pops up just as they turn.
the figure let out a loud roar at the sight of the two till they collided with Y/Nâs body. the impact caught her off guard as her body slammed down against the floor, barely letting out a gasp or a shout.Â
âI GOT HER!â, the figure yelled out.Â
alfred immediately taking action as he kicked the figure at itâs side causing them to fall back. the butler aims the shotgun at the intruders arm, disarming then in case they decided to get any ideas. the loud gunshot rang through the empty halls as ginger barked and snarled at the screaming figure down at her feet, Y/Nâs ears were quick to ring - cutting off any sound for a moment.
trails of smoke leave the shotgun in alfredâs hands. laying on the ruined carpet, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut to focus on her hearing that barely came back to her. her palms lay out underneath her as she pushes herself off the ground. the muffled sounds of screams of pain and barks slowly come back to her. âwe must go nowâ, alfred briefly spoke. his hand reaches out to the fallen woman till a force rams inside onto alfredâs side. alfred let out a grunt as his body slams against the wall. another figure grabs a hold of the shotgun in his hands, tugging on it fiercely.
Y/N shakes her head, opening her eyes to where alfred once stood to the two fighting figures on her left. quickly her attention is onto the alfred, already pushing herself off the floor ready to help the butler. âget the fuck off of him!â, she yells out from behind the figure. her hands grab onto the figures face pulling backwards in order to get this person away. and as she pulled, Y/N grits her teeth in determination. but seeing as though this person wanted the shotgun in alfredâs hands, her hands right up to the personâs upper cheek. the white nail on her finger glides against the rough skin. the harder she pulled, the more skin and blood sheds underneath her nail.
sound of the skin dragging itself from harsh tugging and a low pained groan escapes from the holder. just then, their hold loosens for a second. giving alfred enough advantage to tug back the shotgun to him. raising his arms high where his head was to hitting the butt of the gun against one of the intruders head.Â
a thud falls back onto to Y/N until she steps back causing the unconscious body to fall carelessly onto the floor.Â
both alfred and Y/Nâs chest heaves as they looked down at the body by their feetâs. the hand Y/N had used laid by her hip, a single droplet of blood dripped down. definitely going to need to wash my hands, she spoke in her head.
âwell, I would say that was an decent amount of team-work there miss y/nâ, alfred âthankedâ her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words before rolling her head. âyouâre welcome, alfredâ, she breathed out turning her back to the now-whimpering man on the floor.
âI do think several classes of womenâs defense classes would be best suited for you maâamâ, he suggests digging his hand inside his trousersâ pockets pulling out several bullets.Â
Y/N shrugged, âI took some classes. Iâm not really the type to go out as muchâ.
âwell when this all over, Iâll speak to master jason about the arrangementsâ
âgood luck, heâll want either him or bruce to teach meâ
âwell, I did train him to be the best. I was a spyâ, alfred said nonchalantly as he switched the empty shotgun shells letting them fall on the floor to more ammo.Â
from behind Y/N undetected, except for ginger and alfred, both ready to defend her was three more lingering figures. one with a baseball bat and the other two had undetermined weapons on them for sure.Â
âmiss y/nâ âyea?â, Y/N asked. her attention onto alfred as she stood stunned to see the end of the shotgun pointed at her. âduckâ, he said. a questioned expression on her face not realizing his words. her eyebrows narrowed together with pursed lips. âwhat?â, she questioned once more. âwhy the hell- duck?â, Y/N asked herself.
alfredâs eyes shifted onto the side, seeing a fourth figure entering the hallway. âduck!â, he yells out. âoh duck!â, she exclaimed in her head with her eyes widen at the realization.Â
immediately ducking head down, alfred fires at each of the intruders - already taking one of them down. ginger leaps in the butlers frame as her furry body tackles one of them. her body thrashes around, biting harder and harder into their skin as they screamed bloody murder. as Y/N stays down, she looks around to see alfred had disappeared. hearing so he was handing himself with a few punches and swift kicks.Â
âcome on jay, we need youâ, Y/N pleaded in hopes of her husband popping up.Â
âWHEREâS THE GIRL?!â âWELL FIND HER! ILL DEAL WITH THE OLD MANâ, she hears two bickering male voices.Â
it was even worse that she couldnât at all see. and how the hell does alfred have x-ray vision in the dark? it was different for ginger as she is a dog. a good one at that. run!â, she hears alfred yell out in a struggle. crouching down to her knees, Y/N crawls away rushing to where the staircase now stands.Â
getting off the floor her body picks itself up to go down the stairs carefully but quick enough to reach the grandfather clock.Â
finally, by the time Y/N reaches the end of the stairs another figure comes up from behind her. a silver crowbar holds up and above, striking her on the side of her head. the chilling sound of her skull being hit with a heavy object was enough for anyone to cringe to.Â
she lets out an low yelp as she falls onto the floor once again. her front body lays against the cold marble tile floors. Y/Nâs head collided with the hard floorboard causing her entire head to throb in pain. closing her eyes with a scrunched up look as she gasps at the enticing struck of a hit.Â
âtsk tsk, OOooHHhh, now now birdie. next time you shouldnât run down the stairs and this wouldâve not happened, now would itâ.
Y/Nâs body stilled, that voiceâŠ
âooohhhh, ive been waiting to meet you for so long. itâs a shame heâs not here to see the lovely reunion we could of had togetherâ, the voice creeps forward, walking around her weakened form.Â
keeping her eyes closed, afraid if she opened them, sheâll see the truly terrifying thing she never thought she would ever face. squeezing them shut Y/N gulped swallowing the ball of spit that had formed in her mouth. this action wasnât unnoticed by the clown at all. it only caused him to âtskâ teasingly. âaw, what? you seem scared there missus cherry pieâ, he spoke menacing like with a spark of humor. his voice inch closer and closer to her. the waft of his disgusting breath hitting against the softness of her skin. she wanted to gag at the smell and of his presence.
never in her life was Y/N L/N Todd ever terrified. maybe some instincts, yes, but never in this exact moment did she want to run and hide away.Â
practically shaking like a leaf on the floor, she felt her stomach tighten.Â
a brilliant reminder of her shared news with her husband. the part of her and jason, now amongst in the company of an unwanted man who terrorized her husbandâs memories and now of hers. unstoppable, the tremors of her fear ripples through her body more. she probably looked like a chihuahua.Â
âwhy so scared? itâs just me. uncle j. me and your dear husband have some historyâ, he giggles till it fades. âoohh wait ~ uncle. j. I donât know about you miss pie but we seem to also have something else in common, me and your husband. our names, start with a, j. wow! already feel like family!â, he goes on as he laughs. that laugh, even on tv it was chilling to her. just how he could go on, and on with laughter.Â
her chest heaves till Y/N feels two fingers grip onto her cheeks, squeezing them together.Â
âand! thatâs not the best part yet!â, he yells out in excitement along of a stringing laughter. listening to any sound of his new words or even alfred coming downstairs to save her, only to hear the cruel sound of silence. anxiety pitted itself deep inside her. a sudden wave of warmth inches itself closer to Y/N, and a pungent breath wafts her senses. his breath and mouth sits right in her ear, âi know that you and birdieâŠhave been expectingâ.Â
a gasp escapes her mouth as Y/N opens her eyes. now in her vision, was the clown prince. a murderer. a form of torture. the boogeyman. joker.Â
his face, painted in now crusted white clown paint along of a carved smeared red smile that traced the elongated slits on the side of his lips. his eyes were wide and manic. the bright green hair color slightly faded within his eyebrows and hair. he was skinny. lengthy. almost towering figure that made you want to crawl away from him. joker giggled in seeing Y/Nâs shocked and scared expression. âwhat?! you think uncle j wouldnât figure it out? oh silly girl, the plans I have for usâ, he says the end of his sentence with such evil.Â
the thought of him harming the very thing her and jason created, was a promise she vowed herself to never let it happen. and yet here it was.Â
Y/N lifts her up head with joker following her traces before she spits right in his eye.Â
the smile on his face dropped down dramatically at the action. before it comes back up with a joyfully smile along of a heartedly laughter from the clown. ânow I see why he chose you. you do still got some little fire in there huh?â.Â
joker leans away from Y/N now standing tall, he looks down at his imaginary watch on his wrist for tsking with a shake of his head in disappointment. âoh boy, looks like we gotta hurry before one of the either comes and takes you away from me again. gentlemen! letâs hurry and make this quick!â, he yells out through the manor.Â
what seems like numerous of henchmen coming from left and right and down the stairs, Y/N raised her head higher in search of her companions. where was alfred and ginger? the thought of worst ran through her head. âoh donât worry pumpkin, I didnât kill him nor youâre stupid pup. Iâm not a monsterâ, joker spoke of sarcasm. at least that was the only relief. a pair of arms and hands wrap themselves around her shoulders and arms tightly. causing Y/N to panic and easily start fighting. âwha- let me go!â, she yelled out as she tugs her arms away from the harsh grips.
âcome now, off we go!â, joker turns on his heel leading away his henchmen and Y/N.Â
âget the fuck off of me! get off you fucking clowns!â, Y/N bites back.Â
as the pair of henchmen leads her body away further and further away from the manor, Y/N could see a black van awaiting by the front door.Â
they were taking her awayâŠaway from here. and away from jason.Â
âno no no, no! stop! let go of me!â, she screams out pulling at her arms as well as kicking the henchmen. dragging her down the white steps and onto the gravel, a large bald man holding an AK-47 opens the back door of the van.Â
joker turns back onto his heel to face Y/N. skipping on his feet, he stands in front of the women before grabbing her left hand. âone last thing missus. letâs send a little message to little birdie, mmhm?â.Â
Y/N looks up at the joker with narrowed yet fearful eyes. his smile inches wider and wider turning it into the most haunting and chilling smile sheâs ever seen.Â
and below from Y/Nâs view in jokerâs unoccupied hand, was a butterfly knife.Â
ready to carve itself into her beautiful skin.
      OH MISS AMERICAN PIE!
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?
LOOKS LIKE THE YOUâVE GOT YOURSELF INTO SOME TROUBLE!Â
LETâS SEE IF YOU CAN GET YOURSELF OUT.
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AUTHORâS NOTE: hi my loves.
here is finally chapter seven! yea i know im late! sorry! also guess whoâs birthday it was a couple days ago, whoop whoop! another year of being oldâš anyways i guess im fully back idk yet but here is the new chapter loves! sorry if itâs a little bad, half of it I was half asleep hehe. donât worry Iâll edit it and stuff. let me know if I forgot to tag u please! and if you want to be tagged! <3
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