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𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for.
Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?
Rated: M | TW: drowning | 5k
Contains: pizza party, arguments, healing, searching for clues
fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]
Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds
Chapter 5: Tidal Wave
A few days later, you finally convince Roy to invite Conner over.
Roy’s still been struggling since Cadmus, but each week it has been looking more and more up. However, you can’t help but wonder if he’s just putting on a front.
When you originally brought up the idea of Roy speaking to the Kryptonian, he’d scoffed. That all changed as soon as Lian had heard Auntie Stephanie would be coming as well. From there, it was as good as over for Roy.
With Jason and Lian on your side, Roy eventually conceded, which is where you stand today.
“Shit’s gonna be fucking awkward,” Roy mumbles as he reads over the text one more time before hitting send, confirming the meeting in an hour.
Yesterday Roy’d called Conner and invited him over for lunch. Stephanie must’ve already given Conner the rundown from your evening with her because he readily accepted.
Now, here the three of you are, bustling around with last minute arrangements in anticipation of your friend’s arrival.
It’s warm out, which Jason decides means it’s perfect for pizzas. The back deck contains a state-of-the-art pizza oven that you haven’t broken in yet, so it seems like the perfect day to christen it.
Roy’s helping Lian add her toppings when the elevator suddenly dings a few minutes later.
You’re the only one in the kitchen, so you hadn’t seen anyone call up to be let in. You’re less confused when the doors open to reveal Damian and Jon.
“Hey,” you smile, wiping the flour from your hands as you move to greet him. Damian greets you with a kiss on each cheek, with Jon coming up behind him to squeeze the three of you into an inhumanly tight hug. “Jon!” You wheeze until he releases both of you with an airy laugh.
“Are you expecting company?”
By now, Jason and Roy have taken notice of the unexpected visitors and move inside to greet them. Lian races up to Jon, giggling with glee when he immediately lifts her into a dizzying spin that leaves her absolutely ecstatic.
“Uncle Jon!” she pinches his cheeks as he holds her in his arms. Meanwhile, Damian eyes her with awkwardness oozing from his every chalant movement. Lian doesn’t give him a chance to be awkward because she leaps from Jon’s arms to race toward Damian, “Uncle Dami!”
The little girl latches around his legs, nearly toppling him over upon impact. He pats awkwardly at her shoulder, bending down to give her a side hug in greeting, “Hello there.”
“We were in the neighborhood,” Jon supplies. “Damian and Bruce had a meeting down the street from here so I brought them coffees. As soon as it was done, I figured we’d just stop by and say ‘hi,’ sooo here we are!” he looks around awkwardly at the preparation you have going on. “If we’re intruding, we can totally-“
You wave off his concern easily. The more the merrier.
“How’s Bruce been?” You ask. You haven’t seen him since the family dinner when you’d first moved in.
“Completely preoccupied with his latest fling. Some rich socialite named Samantha,” Damian doesn’t necessarily seem perturbed nor excited, you can’t exactly get a read on the new woman.
Typical Damian.
The call button rings out before you can answer. You excuse yourself, moving to answer it while Jon and Damian catch up with Jason and Roy.
It was a good call on the pizzas; you smile Jason’s way as if to say so. There’s plenty of extra dough for everyone to make their own and it’ll be easy enough to add on two chairs to the patio table.
You catch yourself smiling wide.
It feels exciting to be able to hold events in your home.
Your parents never had any guests over, so this was all new territory for you. It’s completely liberating and only proves how far you’ve come since meeting this rambunctious group.
“Fuck is baby bird doing here?” Steph asks once you let her and her boyfr-… well, her and Conner and Tim up. “Jon!” Stephanie makes a break for the lean man, giving him a tight hug that made his Kryptonian-strength one with you look weak.
The eight of you congregate on the patio as a mess of toppings gets passed around until everyone’s pizzas are in the oven.
As soon as everyone’s seated, Lian insists on pouring everyone lemonade, which means you have to follow behind her with a towel to clean up the spills. She misses Damian’s Jimmy Choo oxfords by a mere centimeter.
You smile apologetically at him, but he waves you off easily and thanks Lian with a small smile.
Thankfully there’s no food fight this time, you’re in no mood to clean up after a Bat Family pizza battle, but it’s filled with boisterous laughter and wide smiles, nonetheless.
After a while, Conner and Roy separate from the group. They excuse themselves from the table as they move to chat in the living room. Lian soon follows behind her dad, begging for him to turn on Young Justice for her. After years of watching the show, she still can’t get enough of it and you know you’ll rue the day she grows out of it.
“I’m sure by now we’ve all heard that Wayne Enterprise was broken into last night,” Damian says once everyone’s had their fill of pizza. “Father and I were in Bialya, but we switched flights to arrive back early this morning.”
This doesn’t seem like news to anyone. if anything, it appears to be more of a way for him to break the ice.
“We all know what the feather means, right?” Tim says. “I thought it was a mere legend, a stupid story Bruce told us to freak us out.”
“What was?” Connor questions.
Stephanie snorts before ominously reciting, “‘Beware the court of owls that watches all the time, gazing from the shadows behind cement and lime. They see you at your heath. They see you in your bed. Take care, beware, or they will send a talon for your head.’” It’s quiet as she finishes, which she uses to fuck with you guys even more, “BOO!”
You hate that you jump but are, at the very least, glad that Jon jumps, too. Thankfully, he shares the heat with you as the table laughs at your plight.
“Not funny, Brown,” Damian scolds her, seemingly deep in thought.
“You know it’s all just bullshit, right?” she rolls her blue eyes with a smirk. “You’re about 15 years too old to be believing in that, Dami.”
“The Court of Owls is very much real,” Damian looks down at his plate briefly as if reminiscing on something, leaving Stephanie’s chuckles to cease. “Father used to tell me that tale. I wrote it off, too, until I met Talon.” The joking atmosphere at the table quickly dissipates. “He’s the top Court soldier. He came to me when I was vulnerable, young and angry, way before I’d met either of you,” Damian motions toward you and Jon. “My grandfather had been murdered in front of my very eyes and suddenly everything I knew changed from that day forward. Father took me in, but he didn’t have a choice. He hated the way I thought, hated how I was trained to kill, hated how I felt no mercy. Now I realize that Father saw me as much of a project as Talon did.
"Talon used my prior training to twist my relationship with Father. He corrupted my mind- manipulated it to make me think what was right was wrong. He molded me like clay until I was a primal shell of my former self without me ever realizing the shift. I was a senseless killer under the guise of morality,” he looks so disappointed in himself. Jon won’t allow it, though, as he scoops Damian’s tanned hand into his pale one with a comforting squeeze. “I forgot all my training with Father and Grandfather to follow this… this false idol. Father nearly sent me back to my mother but it was only fair considering I nearly gave away his secret identity to the Court.”
“Why are you telling us all of this?” Tim questions gently.
“Because,” Damian hisses as if it should be obvious. “I don’t want any of you to underestimate the Court, let alone question if they’re real,” his words seem pointedly directed toward Stephanie. “If they’re making moves as big as this, we can’t let our guards down. With all of Father’s extensive data on Gotham, he still has no known record of their base nor any inkling as to who runs it. If the emitter really is in their hands, they’re very much a threat.”
“I can’t help but think it has to do with Joker,” Jason adds solemnly. “He escapes and later that same night, there’s a hit from the Court of Owls? It can’t be a coincidence.”
You can’t help but wonder if Joker is somehow connected to this elusive Court. “If he is, that could explain the chokehold he had on Cadmus,” you say.
The table nods in agreement.
Just what are you dealing with here? This seems way out of your depth now and, looking around at the table, it seems like everyone’s in agreement.
“If he is involved, I won’t hesitate this time,” Jason says, immediately locking eyes with you.
You feel simmering rage stirring within you. What was the point of the apologies if he was just going to bring this same shit up a day later? And in front of your family, too!
Cunt.
Tim seems like he wants to speak but refrains. Even Stephanie seems at a loss for how to address Jason’s rageful resoluteness at the topic.
“Father will disown you,” Damian states what’s on everybody’s minds.
“You sound like you agree with that decision,” Jason spits.
“It’s his code,” Damian meets Jason’s searing gaze with a practiced coolness. “Everyone knows what they sign up for when it comes to this family. It seems like she’s the only one who has any sense between the two of you,” Damian gestures between you and Jason.
“We did it Bat’s way last time,” he growls. “Now, look. He’s broken out, he’s back. Dangerous equipment has been stolen by a dangerous fable that has even Bruce scared and has possible ties to the clown psychopath. He keeps. coming. back,” Jason slams his fist on the table to emphasize each word. “There’s only one way this ever really ends.”
“Jason,” your brows furrow in concern.
“What? What can you tell me that you haven’t before, that they haven’t before,” Jason shakes his head angrily. “Besides, you don’t actually care whether that fucker lives or not, you just care about what Brucey thinks. Guess what? You’ll never earn his acceptance. None of us have and none of us ever truly will,” Jason gestures wildly at the members of the Bat Family, who hang their heads in response. “You’re blind, babe, if you can’t see it.”
You share a terse smile with the other inhabitants at the table before abruptly getting up.
“Excuse me.”
You don’t bother checking behind you, knowing Jason’s emerald heat is following your every movement as you sidle up to Roy on the couch. You delicately cuddle against him, replaying Jason’s cruel words on repeat while pretending like everything’s fine.
You finally focus in on their conversation somewhat when the patio door slides open and Damian leaves without a word, Jon following awkwardly behind his pissed-off boyfriend. Not even a minute later, Jason follows, storming past the couch to slam your bedroom door shut behind himself.
Roy looks at you questioningly, but you merely encourage him to keep chatting with Conner.
“This is more important right now, baby.”
“Bat shit?” Conner snorts at his question, seeming to understand from his time spent with the family.
You just kiss Roy’s freckled cheek, shuffling against him until he concedes and puts his arm around you.
The sliding door sounds from behind you as Tim and Stephanie shut the patio door behind them and move to fill the remaining seats on the sectional.
Roy doesn’t seem to notice as he continues on with the topic at hand, “You’re the only other person I know who’s dealt with Cadmus’ cloning bullshit.”
“Definitely different sides of that experience, though,” Conner says. “It took a long time for Superman to get used to me and what I stood for. Well, who I stood for.”
“Lex,” Roy supplies.
“Yeah,” he sounds pained.
“Didn’t he,” Tim starts, then trails off when everyone’s eyes fall on him. “Wasn’t that the one who gave you your arm, Roy?”
“Yeah.”
A heavy silence settles across the room.
“More similar than we thought, then, I guess,” Conner finally pipes up after a few beats of silence.
You’re glad Stephanie mentioned the idea and even more so that Conner agreed. It seems like they’re connecting in a way that’s clearly beneficial to Roy’s continued path toward healing. For the first time since your argument with Jason, you allow yourself to exhale.
At the very least, this part of today was going right.
“You seemed so calm being back in that place,” Roy shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “All I felt was this miserable rage. It was like I was seconds away from an all-out rampage.”
“I hide it well,” Conner shrugs. “Obviously, our situations aren’t exactly the same, but even though I was under mind control for most of it, it doesn’t mean I don’t still get flashes of that place. I still have nightmares about situations I can’t even place and I still feel the feelings I felt throughout.”
Eventually, Jason reemerges from the room to sit beside you in a huff. His arms are crossed, but that only lasts so long before he moves his arm behind Roy’s shoulders, trapping you both against him. He runs an apologetic hand up and down your thigh, though he never actually apologizes.
Typical Jason.
As long as Roy remains somewhat oblivious and more focused on the conversation at hand, you’re content to let it slide. For now, that is.
Roy sighs, “The nightmares make it feel like it’s always happening.” Boy, do you know how that feels. You squeeze his thigh in reassurance, catching his soft eyes as you do. “It’s like no matter how many years pass, no matter how much therapy I go through, it never completely goes away. I feel weak sometimes, but I wish it would go away. I wish that all the progress and work I’ve put in every second of every fucking day could make it disappear completely, but I know it never will and I’ll always have to keep fucking working towards being okay with not being completely okay and, you know what? Part of me isn’t okay with that and I battle with that rage every day.”
“You should know by now that after that rage only comes sadness and emptiness, then.”
Roy stills minutely before continuing on as if he hadn’t, “Yeah.”
“Your meetings are good, but if you keep it all inside from the people you care about, you’ll only ever make so much progress,” Stephanie pipes up.
You feel Jason stiffen a bit, knowing Roy felt the same minuscule movement as well.
Part of you wants to turn around and shove her words down into every crevice of his stubborn brain. It’s like no matter how many times you have the conversation about being open with each other, Jason can never seem to fully grasp the concept in a way that’s beneficial for you or Roy.
None of you have ever been used to depending on anyone, but that doesn’t mean it still has to be that way.
“Honestly, what helped me most was having a support system who helped me work through my emotions,” Conner awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck. It’s obvious that he’s not used to talking about his feelings and is only cemented by his next statement. “I’m not very good with emotions even still, but I have people who understand this and still help me work through everything,” Conner looks from Roy to you, then to Jason. “It seems like you’ve got a pretty good support system, too.”
“I do,” Roy says gratefully.
“Lean on them, even us,” Conner says, shooting him a meaningful look. “I promise it’ll get easier.”
•••
Later that week, they finally decide to test the credibility of your visions.
At a loss for leads, you’d told them about your latest vision of tunnels. Once Roy had confirmed there’d been seismic activity in the area, they decided to test your vision one step further.
So, here the three of you are, suited up in the wee hours of the night to investigate your plagued thoughts. They follow you into the tunnels Tim had pointed out the night he’d played designated driver.
Your mask and Jason’s offer night vision. Meanwhile, Roy’s tinkered together glasses that offer him not only night vision but a thermal cam and so much more. You’re waiting to get your own mask upgraded by him, but, for right now, night vision alone will do. As soon as you land in the muck, you activate it, looking around the four tunnels surrounding you as Arsenal and Red Hood join you in the murky stream beneath your feet.
“Which way?”
They both look at you like you can somehow psychically summon the answer in your mind on command.
You can’t.
“I don’t fucking know,” you retort more sharply than you’d meant to. “Maybe we should we split up?” you try again, not wanting to start off the night on a bad note.
“You’ve watched enough Scooby Doo with Lian to know that that’s never a good idea.”
“Fair enough,” you laugh. “Maybe try using your thermal cam?”
“Good idea, princess- Cardinal,” Arsenal corrects himself before you can. “Oh, shit. No way,” he trudges toward the right-most tunnel to where you stand. “There’s a small trace over here, but it could just be animals.”
“Humans are animals,” Red Hood points out.
“Angsty ass motherfucker,” you mutter under your breath as you push past him to follow after Arsenal. “Maybe that disposition’s the reason you act like such a dick to the people who support you the most.”
Yeah, you still haven’t fully forgiven him for the stunt he pulled the other day in front of everyone. Though, you suppose forgiving would mean someone, Jason, would have to apologize again. Maybe this time, he’d actually fucking mean it.
You know that the Joker has always been a sore subject between the two of you, but it shouldn’t be tearing you apart like this if you truly do love each other.
Hood scoffs, “Why are you acting like I don’t fucking care about you?”
Arsenal’s kind enough not to call Hood out on the hypocrisy. Usually, it’s the redhead that can’t help but slip up and bring personal life into the field, but this time, it’s Red Hood.
You continue to kick through the water ahead of him, only faltering slightly at the accusation.
“Because you act like you don’t fucking care,” you retort. After all, how could he apologize and then turn around and spit in your face like he had? The two of you are supposed to be on the same team.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses, coming to an audible halt behind you.
“Oh,” You stop as well but remain resolute in staring ahead, “I don’t?”
“Fuck you,” Red Hood grabs at his helmet, ripping it off in frustration. He trudges forward to turn you around so that you’re face to face with his desperate expression that’s partially obstructed by his domino mask, “I’d give my life for you. Either of you!”
His declaration echos about the labyrinth of tunnels that surround the three of you.
It’s by no means a resolution, but at least it’s something.
“We should get our heads back in the game,” Arsenal suggests before you can respond.
Hood searches your masked face a few moments more before putting his helmet back on. This time, he moves ahead of you, leaving you and Arsenal to hobble through the water behind him.
Moss hangs from the cracked cement ceilings and the murky water only deepens the further in you get.
By the time you reach your next waypoint, it’s up to your mid-calf. You don’t have to ask what the tunnels were used for when you’ve passed by at least three abandoned subway cars. Each one looks more decrepit than the rest, though they still seem mostly intact for how moss-covered and slimy they look.
“The trail looks like it continues up here,” Arsenal points at the tunnel dead ahead. His voice drops, “These are pretty defined trails. Do you think someone’s down here right now?”
“Better safe to assume so,” Red Hood warbles. “Minimal talking for now. Keep quiet and alert.”
The three of you stay still for a few minutes, waiting for a hint of, well, anything. When nothing produces, your trio finally wades deeper into the abandoned subway system.
Sometimes, you pass by a grate that offers the quiet comfort of moonlight, but it disappears just as fast as it appears.
Even though you’re going deeper into the maze of tunnels, the subway cars you’re seeing seem less gunky and more functional. Hood and Arsenal notice, too, as they trudge through the water to inspect them. You follow behind them, noticing a platform that looks like it leads to an old stop.
A sharp pang rings out in your skull as if an anvil’s hitting it.
That can’t be good.
“I think he knows we’re here,” you say, completely distracted by the pain in your head. You rub at your temples, but nothing seems to help.
“Joker?” Hood questions now sounding on edge.
Though you’d given them shit for asking you for directions earlier, the pounding in your head couldn’t be any clearer of a warning.
A familiar, sickening nausea sinks into the pit of your stomach as faint laughter echoes about the chambers of your brain. You can’t help but wonder if the ‘two subjects’ the Cadmus scientist had been referring to had anything to do with this feeling… Maybe it had nothing to do with a pregnancy and everything to do with him.
Joker.
Luckily, your partners seem to recognize the severity of the situation.
Hood and Arsenal survey the area with weapons drawn, but everything remains completely quiet. The only sounds that trickle through the searing pain are the constant drips that seem to get louder and louder the more unbearable the pain in your head becomes.
“He knows we’re here,” you say again before cutting yourself off. “No, he’s here,” you look around fast. “Arsenal, put on your gas mask.” While your mask and Red Hood’s already offered protection against aerosol attacks, Arsenal’s domino mask left him vulnerable to them.
He does as you say and they both wait, Roy with his arrow drawn and Jason with his guns locked and loaded.
Cackling strikes like a whip, crashing around the rock walls around you as they echo across your ears.
You freeze, trying not to freak out.
You attempt to pinpoint just where the noise had come from when you see something.
“Look!” you shout. Your partners have taken to circling around you, facing the darkness that surrounds you with weapons pointed, “Up ahead, I think I see someone,” You squint, trying to make out the figure.
More cackling, but it’s not coming from the masked figure you have in your sights. Part of you can’t help but wonder if you’re merely imagining the noise entirely, but you can’t afford to question your sanity right now.
It’s still completely dark inside, but you swear you see the same mask, the same long hair you saw in your first vision. It’s so brief you think you’ve imagined it. That is until a large blast shakes the entire underground facility.
There’s no time to react before rubble and thousands of tons of water descend upon the three of you.
You manage a quick breath before you’re pulled under.
All around you, cement chunks fall from the ceiling like thawing icicles
When you surface, you’re scrambling.
Your arms flail around as you attempt to take in your surroundings. The water is easily over 10 feet high now and growing by the minute. If the three of you don’t get out of here soon, you’ll all get trapped and, eventually, drown.
“They blew out the wall to the harbor!” Arsenal’s panicked voice sounds over your comm system.
Before you have a chance to respond, the ceiling above you gives out. You barely manage a scream as you’re once again plunged underwater and become pinned by the debris.
You’d attempted to hold your breath, but as soon as you slammed against the concrete, the breath you’d saved easily releases, leaving you with what little oxygen you have left in your already aching lungs.
Your wet mask plastered against your face isn’t helping anything, nor is the darkness surrounding you. Soon, you find yourself on the verge of panicking.
“I’m in a subway car. Arsenal, do you have eyes on Cardinal?” you hear a deep voice question over the pounding in your head.
You want to close your eyes so bad, you fight them blinking shut but it’s growing harder with each passing second. You know you’re going to pass out soon. Whether from lack of oxygen or blunt force trauma, you don’t know what will win out first.
“Tracking her now.”
They continue to talk, reaching out to you but you’re already moments away from gulping in the water around you. Your head is killing, your throat burns and the pressure behind your nose tempts you to inhale the liquid around you.
Suddenly, you feel a light tug on your body. You kick lightly, not understanding if this person poses a threat in the daze of your head injury. This time, the person pulls harder and you’re pulled from the rubble.
You break the surface with a gasp, hacking as you gulp down the little amount of air remaining in the tight space. You don’t fight when you feel your savior pull your soaking mask away from your face. No, instead, you gulp in the unrestricted access to oxygen.
“Arsenal?”
Your comm finally starts to make sense again and you find yourself helping the redhead next to you paddle.
“We’re going to have to go back under, beautiful," you nod, not realizing what he’s talking about until his next statement. “Deep breath, baby," you do as he says but struggle against his overbearing hold when he plunges the two of you back into the inky, wet darkness.
“There’s a portion of the car next to me with the roof still uncovered.”
You suddenly feel the direction change and quickly give up on fighting. It seems like the actual danger is the water and not so much a person.
You’re losing consciousness and can’t find it in yourself to hold your breath as you had before. Luckily, you surface before you can suck any water into your lungs.
The redhead- Arsenal, your mind lazily supplies, lifts you onto the exposed top of a subway car. The man soon joins you, panting as he gets to work, removing the emergency exit so the two of you can climb into the vehicle. Roy- Arsenal, you can hardly keep anyone’s name straight right now, scrambles, looking for something, anything, but it’s just the two of you alone in the subway car.
You quickly drop to the floor, feeling helpless as the pain across your body pulsates with each panicked breath you take.
Roy says your name as a desperate plea. “This looks bad. This looks really bad,” he mutters to himself as he looks over the limited supplies you have as the subway car begins to take on water. “Stay awake for me, princess. Hood?” he scrambles to use your communication device on account of his getting knocked out.
“I’m here,” his voice sounds calm under its signature robotic guise. “What’s the situation looking like?”
“We need to get her to the cave ASAP,” he stops stroking your hair to look up at Jason in the next car.
He’s starting to panic, but Jason needs him to stay calm if you are all going to pull through. He can’t afford to break the glass yet and add another route for water to pour through, but he knows he needs to do something and fast.
It’s at this moment that the glass begins to crack under the pressure of the harbor water.
In your dazed mind, you realize you should get up and help Roy look for a way out. You should look at Jason one last time in case it’s the last time you see him, but your body feels broken, your mind even more so.
“Arsenal,” Jason says over the comms, sounding like it’s the end.
Roy won’t allow it, though. No, he continues to hobble around the small area of the car. Your clouded eyes follow unfocused as he messes around with the subway controls at the very front of the car.
“Your car’s attached to this one, Hood. I think I can get us out of here; just hold tight,” he says. At this, Roy pulls down a stubborn lever and the car slowly creaks to life. The ground below you jolts as the wheels begin to spin. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as your car totes Jason’s along the destroyed tracks. “We’ve only got one shot at this, Jay,” you hear from above you as Roy putters about with his arrows.
The cars are taking on too much water, to the point Roy has to haul you up so you don’t drown on the ground.
“What’s the plan?” your ear buzzes with Jason’s familiar, deep voice.
Your head feels like it’s splitting in two and the pressure behind your eyes makes you feel like they’re about to bug out of your head, but you try to remain present for a reason you can’t really place right now.
“We crash another hole in this bitch. Right before we hit, shoot out a window and swim up.”
“That’s our best plan?”
Your head feels like an axe hitting your skull with each word.
“Might be the only one we’ve got.”
You’re holding onto consciousness when you see Roy take an explosive arrow. He shoots out one of your car's windows just as Jason takes his gun to do the same.
You think you manage to scream that you love them, but too soon after, all that encompasses you is darkness.
A/N: cliffhanger... dun dun duuuunnn
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This honestly is such a good series everything flows so well together and it just perfectly dives into what was needed from the prequel with this one focusing on the relationship the three have while helping each other through the trauma they all experienced.
imagine !!!!! heeseung looking at you like this uwisjsjsksksksks my legs would turn jelloooooo
don't make him jealous fr, he'll probably end up taking you home that very second to remind you who you belong to, also leaving pretty marks all over your body.
or maybe, he'd ignore you until you get tired and ask him what's wrong and he says something like, “why don't you go and talk to (random name) instead?” and then you realize that he's jealous and offer to do anything for him, to which he'll make you suck on his cock before fucking you senseless <3
Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus
Y'all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?
Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room
As a parent, I second @frostbittenbucky That is simply instinct. I ill personally fight the joker if he threatened my kids. He may win, but he would not come out unscathed. Bruce Wayne is just a mother hen doing his best
I’ve seen Bruce Wayne stutter when trying to buy hot dogs from a vendor on main street outside his office, anyone who says him and the bat are the same has to be on something.
Honestly the theory of Bruce Wayne being Batman it's simply ridiculous, the guy is well intended trying to give jobs to people but he can't be Batman, he doesn't know the difference between buying a Netflix subscription or buying Netflix
Are we honestly thinking the guy that locked his keys in his cars 4x last year, that we know of, is batman? This man cannot even remember how to spell AAA for roadside service, he definitely is NOT batman.
Are we saying that the guy who started crying when he got lost in the supermarket after they remodeled and he was separated from his youngest child is batman??? Really?? Didn't Damian end up making an announcement to try and find his dad??
Isn't Batman an excellent actor? Couldn't he be pretending as "Bruce Wayne" to be a complete idiot? And it can't be cheap being the Batman. I'm just saying that if you ignore the obfuscation, it's clear that Batman is using "Bruce Wayne" as a disguise. There's probably no real Bruce Wayne at all, just some rich kid that after his parents died went off and died of a drug overdose or something.
Listen every time I see the tired “Bruce Wayne is the Bat” “joke” “theory” I roll my eyes. Because we’re missing the obvious. Look at the Planet’s website. Look at their reporters. All fairly small looking people with the exception of one who’s fucking built like a wall. You know the one I’m talking about.
Think about it? Clark Kent is only seen during the day. Batman at night. Knows lots of things based on his job as a reporter. The uhhhh physique. Plus think about it. When you think of it, biggest distinguishing features of Kent? Aside from the build which can’t be hidden to easily, the glasses, and the “aww shucks I’m just a simple boy who loves women” voice. What does Batman have? Obviously disguised voice and upper face. Think through it.
Finally someone stating the obvious! Clark Kent couldn’t more obviously be Batman. All you “Bruce Wayne is the Bat” conspiracy theorists need to open your eyes. Bruce Wayne? Batman?? Are you kidding? My friend works for Wayne enterprises and they’ve lost count of how many times they’ve had to tell him, THE OWNER OF THE WHOLE COMPANY, where to find boardroom B, or where the cafeteria is, or “does this elevator go to all the floors?” Y’all really think this is the same guy finding his way around Gotham at night IN A MASK?
Meanwhile we’ve seen numerous times where Clark Kent has been on the scene faster even than the police, clearly this man knows his way around.
Also Bruce has what, 6, 7 kids now? We all know he doesn't have a nanny. Sure he has that butler guy, but he is practically 90. You are telling me Bruce Wayne can run an entire company, be a single father to 6 kids, AND have the energy to fight bad guys at night? Absolute nonsense. Do we forget the collage of tired dad Bruce the tabloid ran just last week from all of his sighs from his kids' shenanigans. He is trying his best, you guys just want to put single moms on a pedestal and forget that dads can be exhausted too!
You know who doesn't run an entire conglomerate and manage a house of 9? Clark Kent. Obviously the posters above get it. He has the build, the look, the excuse with his job, and more importantly- THE TIME!
Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.
Fics are not social media posts. There’s no “stalking” someone’s “old posts”. They’re meant to be found and enjoyed years down the line. No need to be nervous.
