hi! i really want to get back into writing so i created this account! Doctor Who (2005) and Invincible are my special interests so I mainly want to write for that, but i'm open to writing for DC and Marvel (and maybe other fandoms in the future)! i'm really stuck and have no ideas on what to write so please leave me a request if you feel so inclined! ao3
this is part 2 of my last Invincible post! I think I'm going to make this a series :)
part 1 | masterlist
tag list: @sunnyteume
Word Count: ~1.7k
Summary: the day after meeting Invincible, you go to a coffee shop, and a (cute) man spills his coffee on you!
When you get to your room you close the door behind you and rest your back against it. You can't stop thinking about what just happened. You bring your hands up to your face and drag them down your cheeks, laughing a little bit like a crazy person.
“What the hell just happened?” You say out loud to no one but yourself. After a few moments you compose yourself and begin getting ready for bed.
You start by hopping in the shower, letting the water fall down your soapy body while thinking about what happened in the last hour. The way the building lights shined in the night. The way he held you. The way his hands felt around your waist.
After your shower you finish your night routine and crawl into bed. Your thoughts consumed by…
The next morning you wake up to your alarm blaring next to you and sunshine peeking through the window. You groan, get out of bed, and complete your morning routine. It was a Monday, meaning you had two classes at Upstate College.
You take the bus to the college and go to your first class. After the class you decide to get lunch at a little cafe on campus. As you walk in you immediately run into someone, their coffee spilling on your shirt. Thank God it wasn't hot coffee. You look up at the person you ran into and see a southeast Asian man with short dark hair and brown eyes.
“Oh fuck, I am so sorry.” He quickly apologizes. He looks at you and his eyes become startled, but only for a second, before returning to normal. You open your mouth to speak but he continues speaking. “Let me get you a napkin to clean that up. I'm really really sorry.”
You laugh slightly, you're surprisingly not mad. “It's okay. Accidents happen. Let's just get the napkin, yeah?” You walk into the cafe and towards the counter, the man trailing close behind you. You ask the cashier for a few napkins, gesturing towards your shirt and she happily obliges.
You begin patting down your shirt, not that it would help with the stain but at least you wouldn't be wet anymore.
“I really am sorry. I should've been paying more attention.”
You look up at him, “Seriously it's fine. Don't worry. It will wash out… hopefully.”
“Uh, let me make it up to you? I'll buy you your coffee.”
“Oh you really don't have to do that.”
“No, no, really, I insist. I ruined your shirt, the least I could do is buy you a coffee.” He smiles at you sheepishly - a strangely familiar smile, but you can't place why - and begins scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You smile at him, “And a sandwich?”
He laughs, “Sure.”
“Okay. I would be an idiot to refuse a free coffee and sandwich, huh?”
He laughs again and smiles widely. “Yeah, maybe a little.”
He goes up to the counter, orders himself a new drink, and asks you what you want. You tell the cashier and he gives her a twenty dollar bill, telling her to keep the change.
You find a table in the cafe and sit opposite of each other.
“So, what's your name? I'm y/n.”
“Oh right, I'm Mark. Nice to, um, meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.” You smile, “Wish it were under different circumstances, but what can you do?”
“Yeah… again I'm really sorry.”
“Seriously, Mark, it's okay. I mean I'm definitely not going to class anymore with this stain on my shirt, but I don't really like the class anyways.”
“I can lend you a shirt? If you'd like. I keep a spare set of clothes in my car.”
“Is that just an excuse to see me again?” You lean in slightly, smirking flirtatiously.
“Maybe,” He leans in as well, “if that's okay with you.”
“That's more than okay with me.” Your order is called by one of the workers, and Mark stands up to get them. “Be right back.” He says as he taps on the table twice. He returns with two to-go cups and a to-go sandwich, he hands your order to you as you stand up, “For you, y/n.”
“Why thank you, Mark.”
“C’mon, let's go get you that shirt.” He leads you outside to the parking lot nearby and to his car, as you eat your sandwich. He pops open the trunk and, as he said, there was a spare set of clothes in there. He grabs the t-shirt and hands it to you.
You look at the shirt, "Seance Dog?” You laugh.
“Yeah sorry, that's all I've got… he's a comic book character.”
“You say sorry too much.”
“Sorry.” He smiles at you sheepishly, once again, and rubs his left arm nervously.
You roll your eyes and smile, “Thank you for the shirt. Even if it will make me look dorky.”
“You'll be a cute sort of dorky.”
You blush slightly and smile softly. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome.” He smiles down at you, “Can I get your number?” You stare at him with a smile and your eyebrows raised, “So you can return the shirt?”
“Sure. As long as you promise to text me.”
“Deal.” He hands you his phone and you put in your number, adding your name to the contact with a little emoji.
“Here you go. I'll catch you later, Mark.”
“Catch you later, y/n.” He smiles and waves a goodbye as you walk back towards the building.
You find a bathroom and change into the dorky t-shirt, grinning like an idiot. You go to your second class, midway through the lecture your phone dings. It's a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number
Hey y/n, it's Mark :)
You decide to leave it for now and focus on class. Once you're on the bus to go back home you open your phone and answer the text.
You
hey Mark :) thank you again for the shirt
though i definitely look like a dork
You take a selfie of yourself and the shirt and send it with the message.
He responds immediately
Unknown number
You look really cute in my shirt
You giggle to yourself. You respond back and continue to text him throughout the bus ride. Once you're home, around 6pm, you throw the shirt in the laundry and send a quick text saying you can't talk for a bit, and decide to take a nap, still wearing Mark's shirt.
You wake up three hours later. You switch the shirt from the laundry machine to the dryer, whoops, you think to yourself. You then go to the bathroom and fix up your makeup. After that you go to your closet and pick out something cute - yet casual - to wear.
You make your way up to the rooftop and wait for Invincible.
About thirty minutes pass and there's no sign of the superhero. Your phone is softly playing music, although tonight it's not sad, it's chill. You grab your phone and open the messages app.
You
hey sorry i fell asleep lol
You set your phone back down and wait for a text back.
A few minutes after you send the text Invincible arrives. He sits down next to you without you even noticing, “Hey y/n.” He says with a cheeky smile.
You jump, “Jesus dude, you scared the crap out of me!”
“Gotta be more aware of your surroundings.” He chuckles.
You punch him in the arm. It slightly hurts, once again.
“Ouch.” He feigns pain.
“That could not have possibly hurt you.”
“It hurt reallyyyy bad.”
“Uhuh… sure.”
He looks at you and smiles widely, “So, what'd you get up to today? Anything fun?”
“Um, not really. Just had class. Oh! And some guy spilled coffee on me.”
“Oh that's no fun. Did he at least apologize?”
“Yeah he did.” You laugh, “He apologized a lot actually. And gave me a dorky t-shirt with a comic book character named Seance Dog on it.”
“Hey, Seance Dog is good.”
You look at him with your eyebrow raised, “You like Seance Dog?”
“Um, yes?” He smiles sheepishly.
“Wouldn't have taken Invincible as a dork.”
“You'd be surprised… I am just a guy at the end of the day.”
“Yeah, a guy who is literally invincible.” You chuckle slightly. “Tell me something else about you.”
“Can't be giving away my identity, can I?”
“Ugh.” You groan, “You're no fun.”
“I'm plenty fun.” He says defensively with a hand over his chest.
“Prove it.” You smirk at him.
He stands up, immediately grabs you and positions you in bridal style again, and boosts off the ground into the sky, making you shriek.
“What the hell, Invincible!”
“What? You wanted fun!” He smiles devilishly. He goes over to the waterway and flies close to the water, “Put your hand out, the water usually feels nice.”
You do as he says and watch as the water reacts to your touch, a huge smile on your face. You splash some of the water up into Invincible’s face and laugh.
“Hey! I could just drop you, you know!”
“You would never.” You challenge him.
He squints his eyes at you and flies back up to the sky. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull your body close to his. He smiles down at you.
He brings you back to your building, where your phone is still sitting playing music, and places you down gently.
“Did I prove I'm fun?”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, yes you did.”
“Good.” He smiles.
“Good.” You smile back.
You stare at each other for a moment, it feels like one of those moments where he's going to lean in to kiss you, but he doesn't.
Instead he groans and says, “Be there in a second, Cecil.” He looks into your eyes apologetically, "I'm really sorry, y/n, but I have to go.”
“No rest for the wicked, huh?”
“Yeah, not really.” He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll see you tomorrow?”
You smile. “Yeah, sure.”
He smiles a big toothy smile at you and boosts off into the sky, and just like that you're alone on the roof again.
first time writing for invincible! watched the first season and a half with some friends and then binged all four seasons with my sister and now I'm obsessed! this is very dialogue heavy, but I hope you enjoy :)
would love for y'all to leave requests, I wanna write more and get better at it!
part 2 | masterlist
Word Count: ~1k
Summary: you're sitting on a rooftop, ready to let yourself fall, when a certain superhero joins you.
Warnings: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts.
You hated living in Chicago. Especially after the Omni-Man and Invincible fight that killed over 2,000 people, including a family friend.
Losing that family friend has been really hard for you. You'd known them since the day you were born, they took care of you and loved you just as your parents did. They were basically a third parent. And they were gone.
So, you found yourself sitting at the edge of a building, ready to fall off. To meet with them again, in a ‘better place.’ You were playing some music softly from your phone, which sat to your left. You stare into the black night sky, dotted with the twinkling stars, just thinking.
Thinking about how hard life has been since the incident. Thinking about how easy it would be to just fall. The way the wind would feel on your skin as your body went flying down. The way your mind would finally be clear.
A voice brings you out of your thoughts, though you're unsure what they said. Your head spins around to look for the voice, and standing right behind you is the one and only…
“What?” You ask, slightly confused, slightly starstruck.
“I asked if you were okay.” Invincible answered.
Your glossy eyes move down to the street below, watching as a singular car passes by, “Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.”
“You sure? Your music is pretty sad. You look pretty sad.” He begins rubbing his left arm, almost nervously.
“Yeah, I'm sure I know how I feel.” You state stubbornly. You look back at him, your eyebrows knitted in frustration.
“And now you look angry.” He says, laughing softly. He moves over to your right and takes a seat beside you. He lets his legs dangle below and kicks them slightly.
“Maybe I am,” you shift uncomfortably, “maybe I wanted some peace and quiet.”
“Okay.” He says, but he doesn't leave. Instead he leans back on his hands and stares at the stars.
You look at him, confused and annoyed. “What are you doing?”
“Sitting with you. Enjoying the peace and quiet. Well mostly quiet. You are still playing music.”
“Uh huh…” you shift uncomfortably once again. You don't really know what to say. “Shouldn't you be out saving people?” Or killing people, you think to yourself.
“Maybe I am saving someone.”
You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah? Who?”
“You.” Neither of you say anything for a moment, sitting in the silence. “I know what it's like. Wanting to just let yourself fall. Trust me.”
You look at him, unconvinced, “Really?” you say, almost sarcastically.
“Yes really.” He takes a deep breath. “After the… incident with my- with Omni-Man, I wanted to fly high into the sky and just let myself fall. In fact, I did do that. But I stopped myself before fully reaching the ground.” He looks into your eyes, “I get it.”
You don't say anything. You look back out into the night sky. A minute passes. “You're the reason I'm here.” He looks at you, obviously confused, even behind that mask. “My… someone close to me died when you fought Omni-Man. They'd still be here if it wasn't for you.” There was a slight venom to your voice, but mostly heartbreak.
“I'm- I'm really sorry.”
Silence once again falls between you, the only noises being your music and the night.
“I’m sorry, too. What I said was mean.”
“It's okay. I blame myself too.”
You look into the goggles of his mask, sorrow filling your eyes. You're about to say something, but instead look away.
“What's your name?”
“What's yours?”
He laughs. A real laugh. “You know I can't tell you that.”
You laugh too, softer than his. “I'm y/n.”
He puts out his hand for you to shake, “Nice to meet you y/n.”
You take his hand, “Nice to meet you too, Invincible.”
He cracks a smile at you, toothy and charming. “Wanna go for a flight?”
“What?”
“Let me fly you around the city. It's very beautiful at night.”
“What?”
“C’mon y/n, seriously.” He stands up and offers you a hand, “let me show you Chicago from high above.”
You laugh again, you can't believe this is happening. “Um… okay?” You grab your phone, then his hand, and he helps you up.
“Can I carry you?” You nod slowly, and he swiftly picks you up bridal style, making you yelp. “Sorry.” He smiles down at you sheepishly. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
He slowly begins to rise from the rooftop, careful not to scare you. He begins to fly forward. The wind against your skin feels fantastic, it's not too cold, it's just right. Your hair flies around wildly, though Invincible doesn't seem to mind. You close your eyes and smile. This is better than falling.
You open your eyes and look below, the buildings glow softly with yellow lights, it looks beautiful. You laugh. A real, genuine, full-hearted laugh.
Invincible smiles down at you, “Having fun?”
You look up at him, “Very much so.”
He flies you around for about twenty minutes, it's the best twenty minutes you've experienced in who knows how long. Finally, he brings you back to the rooftop and sets you down gently.
“Alright, y/n, this is your stop.” He smiles cheekily.
“If sitting on this rooftop listening to sad music gets me an experience like that, I might just have to do it more often.”
“And if you keep doing it, I might just have to come to this rooftop more often.”
You smile at him, “Thank you, Invincible, really. That was amazing.”
“I'm glad you think so.” He smiles back. “Is this where you live? Or do I need to fly you home?”
“I live here.”
“Glad I know where to find you.”
You smile softly, “A little creepy there Invincible.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it to be. It's just that-”
“I'm kidding.” You punch him in the arm playfully. It kinda hurts.
“Oh.” He laughs, meeting your eyes once again.
“If I come to this roof tomorrow night, will you meet me here?”
“Yes.” He answers immediately, “Um, I mean, sure. I can meet you here.”
“Perfect. See you tomorrow then, superboy.” You turn and walk to the staircase doors, looking back at him once before closing the doors behind you.
cute little blurb for 10 :) haven't written in a while, so bear with me!
would love for y'all to leave requests, I wanna write more and get better at it!
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Word Count: ~900
Summary: A typical adventure with The Doctor!
Traveling with The Doctor is… an adventure to say the least. It's fun, it's thrilling, it's even terrifying at times. But you wouldn't trade it for the world.
The past four years of your life have been the best years; traveling the world - the universe - with a man you trust with your whole being. And sometimes he'd test that trust, like today.
You were on a planet distant from earth, called Uropia, which claimed to be a utopia. The problem with this utopia? It wasn't an utopia at all. The people were prisoners of their own planet, controlled by one man and his army of alien robots.
You were currently running from said alien robots, who were shooting at you with their built-in laser rays.
“So what's the plan Doctor?” You half yell while dodging the rays.
“I don't know yet. We'll figure it out.”
“I hate when you say that!”
“Ohhh, you love it!” He yells back with a grin.
You groan, but smile, continuing to run down the hallway. Four years ago, you probably would've passed out from fear, but today? Today you were more excited than terrified.
Dodging death had become your new normal, somehow it became fun. Escaping from aliens, or simply deranged humans, became a pastime almost. You became more and more like The Doctor with every adventure.
“Turn right!” He yells when the hallway finally splits. As you slide around the corner you notice The Doctor pull his sonic screwdriver from inside his trenchcoat and point it at the robots. It whirrs softly as blue light emits from the end, and the robots stop in their tracks, frozen and unable to move.
You quickly come to a stop, nearly falling over, “Now why the hell didn't you do that before?”
“Didn't think of it.” He shrugs while placing the sonic back where it belongs.
“I hate you sometimes."
“Oh, don't be like that. I know you love me.”
“Those are not mutually exclusive, Doctor.”
He rolls his eyes, but grins, and grabs your hand, “C’mon, let's keep going in case more are coming”
You run together, hand in hand, until you finally reach a door to the outside world. He goes to open it but, of course, it's locked. He once again reaches for his sonic to use on the door. Before he can take it out of his pocket a ray shoots at you and hits the wall less than a foot away from you. You yelp at the close call.
“Hurry up Doctor, I didn't exactly plan to die today!”
“Sorry, sorry, one second.” He points the sonic at the robots once again and they freeze. He then points it at the door, which opens with a creak. He grabs your hand again. “Let's go!”
You begin running, your feet finally hitting grass, albeit red grass, after hours indoors. The sky is a beautiful shade of orange, it reminds you of the sunsets back home on Earth. You can see the TARDIS not far in the distance, the blue of the police box contrasting starkly with the orange sky.
You look behind you to see more robots coming out the door, “Oh shit Doctor, we gotta run faster!”
You both pick up the pace. As you get closer to the TARDIS the doors open, allowing you to easily run in without finicking with the lock. You run deep into the TARDIS as The Doctor closes the door behind you.
“y/n, set the coordinates, we need to go!”
“But we haven't helped the Uropians yet!”
The robots begin banging on the TARDIS door.
“We'll come back, but we need to go! Now!”
You do as you're told and punch in coordinates that would have you floating not far from the planet. The Doctor runs to the console and begins flicking levers and pressing buttons, you do the same. Four years on the TARDIS and you learn a thing or two.
The TARDIS begins to whirr, a sound that brings you joy, and the floor shakes slightly as you begin to travel.
“Ha, we did it! Told you we didn't need a plan.” He winks at you.
“That is not what you said at all.”
“Eh, it's basically what I said.”
“It really isn't.”
“It kinda is.”
“Sure, whatever.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You walk closer to him and grab his hands, “Thank you for saving me, Doctor.”
He holds your hands and looks into your eyes, “Always, y/n. Always.”
You smile sheepishly, looking down at the pair of hands. He removes one of his hands from your grip and brings it up to your face, cupping your cheek and guiding you to look back at him.
“I love you, y/n.” He smiles, “You know that right? I'd never let anyone hurt you.”
“I know, Doctor. I love you too.”
He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your lips. The TARDIS groans, you're unsure if she's pleased or displeased by the public display of affection.
“Now, let's figure out how to save these people.” He says as he leads you down the TARDIS’s hallway towards the library. You beam with a smile as you follow him. The man who cares about every living creature. The man willing to help anyone, or anything, that needs it. The man you love.
hiii this is my first fic in about 4 years probably :) this is obviously a new account, so yeah that's why there's nothing else here. um anyways, i definitely got incredibly carried away with this, did not have an idea going into it (still think it ended up great), 12 is probably out of character, and i somehow wrote it in under 3 hours??
anyway, I hope it's enjoyable! and please let me know your thoughts :)
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12th Doctor x Reader
(really student/professor but can be romantic or platonic, whatever vibes you catch.)
Word Count: 2,600+
Summary: You have been hearing a drumming in your head. One, two, three, four. It's been affecting your mental state, and you haven't been to class in a while. Maybe your professor, The Doctor, is able to help figure this out?
Warnings: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts. any gender reader, but makeup mentioned.
A drumming had been haunting you for months as you slept.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
It would sound non-stop until you couldn't bear it any longer, and woke up. Every time you would wake up the same: in a cold sweat, panting, with tear streaks running down your face.
Each day the drumming's effect on you grew. It was affecting your mental state immensely. You felt a deep pain and sadness hanging over you like a cloud most days. You wouldn't be able to get out of bed, much less go to classes. You weren't hungry often, and couldn't eat when you were. You avoided your friends and your schoolwork, occasionally texting your parents to keep them from worrying.
You weren't sure if your professors noticed your absences. They hadn't reached out to you in any way. It's not like they'd notice you in the sea of students. They must see hundreds a day anyways.
It's not like anybody would notice you anyway. At least that's what the drumming would whisper to you.
One, two, three, four.
You keep to yourself. Don't have any close friends in your classes, and not many close friends at school in general. Nobody really knew who you were. Your favorite color. Childhood pets. How long it takes you to sleep. How often you're awoken by the drumming.
One, two, three, four.
Nobody would notice if you're gone.
One, two, three, four.
They don't even notice when you're there.
One, two, three, four.
-+-
You wake up. In a cold sweat. Panting. You reach both your hands to your face and rub your palms on your cheeks. Tears were cleared from your face and now sat on your hands. You sit up and release a heavy sigh. It's like the sigh has been waiting to escape all night. Like your body was relieved to be released from the nightmare drumming.
You decide to get out of bed, an easier decision than previous day's had been. You stretch your limbs and yawn. You walk to the bathroom and face your reflection. Today was going to be okay.
Or will it be.
One, two, three, four.
"It will be. Today will be okay." You affirmed to yourself in the mirror. You let out another sigh, smiled at yourself softly, and began your morning routine.
You do your make-up while watching a video. You found that taking the time to do your make-up gave you time to relax, breathe, and be yourself. You felt better about your days when you take this extra time to yourself in the morning. So, whenever you manage to get out of bed, you try to manage doing make-up too.
The video you watched was just of some guy unnecessarily analyzing a TV show you liked. He went into extreme detail about small details from the show and created theories about why certain things happened and what might happen next. You enjoyed his content. He reminded you of one of your professors.
He was a very kind old man who you can tell cares deeply about everything he talks about. He has a Scottish accent that somehow grows stronger with excitement. He's enthusiastic and rambles, and never really has a set course of taking points. He just lets his mind and his heart lead him. Saying whatever he finds most awestrucking and veering off topic drastically. In fact, you weren't really sure what the class was meant to be about.
The course description when signing up simply said, "Discussion-based class, humanities topics." The syllabus was no extra help, practically said the same thing with all the extra school required information listed. But it fulfilled your humanities credit, and the first day was interesting enough, so you stayed in the class.
Thinking about the professor, The Doctor, just The Doctor, made you want to go to his class. You checked the time on your phone. It did start in a little over two hours. You finished getting ready and then waited.
You waited maybe fifteen minutes before getting bored. You quickly put your bag together and walked out your door, then your building, into the outside would. It had been at least thirty-two hours since you were last outside. The air felt cool against your skin, reviving your senses and making you softly smile to yourself. You could hear the wind rustle the branches of nearby trees that swayed. Somehow, these trees looked the same as ever, and more beautiful than ever.
You turn around in a full circle and take in the Earth around you. She really is beautiful. You don't sit with her enough.
With new energy in your body, the dark cloud caused by the drumming smaller than ever, you walk around your campus mindlessly. Every step you take grounds you to the Earth, reminding you that the drumming can't be real.
One, two, three, four.
It isn't real.
-+-
You take a seat in the auditorium where The Doctor's class is held. You gently place your bag on the floor next to you and wait as the seats pile up. Five minutes later the room is almost full, and the tall man with short grey hair walks in, greeting the class with a Scottish, "Hello!" as he places his bag down and immediately starts writing on the chalkboard.
"Music." is written on the board. He swiftly turns around on his heel. He stops and makes direct eye contact with you. He stares for a moment, a twinkle in his eye. He diverts his attention from you and begins speaking,
"So," he clasps his hands, "who wants to tell me the importance of music to humanity?"
Hands shoot up all around you. You had been missing a fun class.
-+-
The class ends and you have a beaming smile on your face. You hadn't realized truly how fun and entrancing The Doctor was. Every student was hooked on his every word, waiting for what insane piece of information would come flying out of his mouth next. Every student including you.
The class was packing their bags and leaving around you. You heard groups starting to chat. Friends laughing loudly.
You don't have friends like that here. Your smile falls.
One, two, three, four.
A tap on the wooden desk in front of you wakes you from your thoughts, a Scottish voice accompanying it, "Are you okay, y/n? I noticed you haven't been to class in a while."
You looked up at The Doctor, no doubt admiration for him and sadness from your thoughts filling your eyes. He could read your eyes. He could read the pain and the sadness. He's felt it before.
"You noticed?" You stifled out.
"Of course I noticed." His face softened, "All of my students are important to me."
"But there's so many of us?"
"So?"
You didn't have a response to that. You suppose he was right. You just looked down at your bag, grabbed it, and started to stand up.
"Would you like to come into my office?"
You looked at him, confused and shocked.
"Just for lunch and to discuss whatever is going on. If you'd like." You look at him, still confused. Your head cocks slightly to one side, and your mouth begins to open, but The Doctor beats you to it, "I lost a student not too long ago. Her name was Bill. Bill Potts. I miss her a lot, you see, she was more than just my student. She was also my friend. She made me better. I can see her in you, and I would hate to... " He pauses, "I'm just worried about how many classes you've missed. You may not be able to pass my course."
You're really confused now. The gears are turning in your head, processing his confession of loss turned into you not passing the class. The Doctor can see the gears turning on your face, in the way your eyebrows scrunch intensely and your pupils move back and forth. You close your eyes, relax your face, and look at him with a smile.
"I would like to go to your office, yeah. Thank you." Your eyes are sincere, and when you meet his, so are they.
You follow him a short ways through campus to his office. His steps and your steps opposite. Like the drumming.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
You try to ignore it. You try really hard but can't. You stop walking, and the drumming stops. You sigh in relief, The Doctor looks back at you with concern.
"Sorry," you say, catching up to him with a smile, "I thought I saw something."
"Like what?" He asks, curiosity filling his face.
"Oh, nothing." You weren't expecting him to ask. You didn't know what to say.
He hums in response, picking up pace until you're at his office. It's a huge room with a desk in the middle, you take a seat on one side of it while The Doctor sits opposite. He has many picture frames on his desk, and a mysterious blue police box in the corner you can't take your eyes off.
One, two, three, four.
"What's that?" you ask, pointing at the box before you can help yourself.
"A police box. It's from London in the 60's. I'm a bit of a collector of sorts."
He had this lie down pat. But you could tell he wasn't being truthful, you didn't know how, but you knew. You didn't press on about the box. You just nodded and smiled, "That's cool."
He nodded too. "Let's talk about why you've been missing class. Is everything okay back home? Anything I can do to help?"
One, two, three, four.
Something compelled you to be honest with him. Again, you didn't know what. He felt familiar. Of course you've known him the whole semester, but it felt more than that. You feel safe. You feel seen. You feel known. You knew when he lied to you just a second ago, but why?
One, two, three, four.
"Can I be honest?" you make eye contact with him, "Like, you won't lock me up in the looney bin for being crazy?" He's about to say something but you interrupt him, "And won't get me kicked out of the school or, or, I don't know, send me off to get government testing?"
He's confused now. But curious too. You can tell he's interested in what you're saying, he wants to know more. It doesn't feel like he's going to judge you. "Yes, you can be honest. You can trust me."
"Promise?" You hold out your pinky. Sure it's silly, but silly makes it more meaningful, more powerful, somehow.
He chuckles and interlocks your pinkies, "Promise."
"Okay." You stop to think.
One, two, three, four.
"So I have this noise in my head."
One, two, three, four.
"It's like drumming. One, two, three, four."
One, two, three, four.
The Doctor stiffens. "And it won't stop, Doctor." you continue. "And it's like it's affecting my thoughts. They're all negative and I'm depressed and it hurts. It really hurts, Doctor." Tears are streaming down your face. You weren't even aware talking about this would make you cry. And you didn't know why you told The Doctor about it.
After a moment of thinking, The Doctor moves from his chair and towards you. His movements are stiff. As if he's nervous. He knows something you don't. He leans down and wraps his arms around you, your head at his chest. You cry harder, and he pulls you closer in comfort.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
The drumming was louder than ever. In your head and in your ears. It's not scary anymore though. You move your head away from The Doctor to release you from the hug. The drumming stops. You reach out to his chest without asking, without thinking.
On your hand you feel two heartbeats.
One, two, three, four.
You put your other hand to your own heart. Only one heartbeat. One, two.
Why did he have two heartbeats. One, two, three, four. Why was his the drumming.
"Why-" you start, but need to close your eyes and breathe, "Why does your heart sound like the drumming. Why do you have two heartbeats?"
"Follow me." He walked to the blue police box, opened the door and went inside. You sat there for a moment stunned. Then you cleared your face from your tears and got up. You made your way towards the box, looking at the door before walking inside.
You looked around in amazement. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your face broke out into a huge grin. You ran outside and back inside. "This defies all laws of physics! How is it-? It's?" You looked at him expectantly.
"C'mon, I know you want to say it." He had an equally bright, shit-eating grin.
"It's bigger on the inside!"
He laughed with his whole chest and body. His laugh was contagious.
"This," he gestures around the room, "is my T.A.R.D.I.S. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. And I'm a Time-Lord from the planet Gallifrey. We have two hearts, hence the two heartbeats."
You look at him; confusion, amazement, admiration and more displayed on your face.
"Now I don't know why you're hearing my species' heartbeats in your head, but I'm going to figure it out." He looks at you and smiles, you can't help but smile back, "If you want to come with me?"
"With you where?" you ask.
"Anywhere! In the whole wide universe. Not really sure where to start to help you though. Or when for that matter?"
You've never been so confused so many times in the span of one day. "But I have other classes? And don't you too?" Something clicks in your brain, "And what about my parents? And I barely know you! No offense, Doctor. I can't go traveling with someone I don't know."
"If anyone can help you, y/n, it's me. There might not be anyone else in the whole universe." You look at him, desperate now after hearing his words. "And as for your other classes and your family- TARDIS, t," he said, dragging out the sound, "stands for time. She's a time machine. Can take you right back to this moment." He smiled confidently, and made his way towards the center of the room where some sort of console was. He puts his hands on a lever, and looks at you again.
"What?" You asked, awestruck.
"Let me show you." Mischief flashes across his face, but you can tell it's more childlike than malicious. Which is odd for a man who is likely in his sixties.
A whirring sound comes from the center. The door slams shut and the lights start fluctuating. You find it hard to steady yourself as the floor becomes unstable.
"Grab onto something!" The Doctor yells. You do, a railing a few feet away. You grab on tight and try to stand up right. The Doctor is laughing with joy.
One, two, three, four.
The drumming in your head is drowned out by the TARDIS whirring. The whirring sound would soon become a new comfort. And the TARDIS a new home. And The Doctor, he would soon become the most special and fantastic person in your life.
You knew today was going to be a good day. And there are thousands more to come. Thousands more with The Doctor.
He was going to stop the drumming in your head, no matter what he had to do.
911 writers playing carry on my wayward son multiple times gotta be a reference to destiel... we're being queerbaited so hard... those queers better kiss soon...
i dont know who needs to hear this but you do not need to go on a diet. you do not need to lose weight as a new year resolution. you do not need to feel shame for gaining any weight over the holidays and for enjoying yourself and the food. you do not need to tolerate diet talk after setting a boundary and if someone cant respect that then theyre being the asshole. you already have a summer body. you already are hot. theres no moral failure or shame in being fat
this was another old fic i wrote in 2020, enjoy :)
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Word Count: 4,700+
Summary: After The Joker taunts Batman about his previous Robin's death, you, the new Robin, become a little obsessed with Jason Todd.
No warnings :) female reader
“Y/N, let’s go. Joker’s at Gotham City Bank.” Bruce walked past you as he put on his cowl, clad in the rest of his uniform.
You swiveled towards him in the giant chair in front of the Batcomputer, “Alright, B. Give me a second to put on my suit!” You yelled while running towards the changing room in the cave. By the time you were done Brice had started the Batmobile.
“Get in fast or I’m leaving without you!”
You jumped over the door and into the car, “yeah right, you struggle to function without me or Dick.” He began to drive out the cave rolling his eyes at you. You were at the bank within the minute, there were cops outside and you could see the Joker’s silhouette causing trouble inside.
You and Batman stepped out of the car. “Let’s go beat some ass, Batman!” You excitedly told him.
“Gotta talk to the cops first. See the damage hes already done.” Brice must've seen the frown overcome your face, “Okay, I'll talk to them. You go inside - but through the vents - and try to get hostages out without Joker noticing.”
“Got it.” You raced towards the back of the building, where you knew a vent entrance would be. You quietly crawled through the vents to the main room where Joker was using something to spray laughing gas into the tellers faces while dancing happily. Some civilians were tie up by Joker’s goons while others were passed out across the floor. No one was close enough to where you could grab.
Bruce jumped down from the ceiling, his cape free falling behind him. “Alright Joker, the fun is over.”
“You call gassing people fun?” You questioned, jumping from your own vent and running next to Batman, “‘Cuz I sure wouldn’t.”
Joker laughed maniacally, which meant ‘attack Batman and Robin’ to the goons. They began to throw punches and kicks towards the two of you, which you and Bruce easily deflected and dodged.
Joker calmly walked towards the back, where the safe was, while laughing along with the tellers he gassed. “Robin, get Joker and I’ll handle these guys.”
You punched the goon near you and ran after Joker while Batman made sure no one went after you. The goons were finishing up stuffing duffel bags full of money while Joker stood watching calmly. “Since when have you been a guy for bank robbery?”
“Just a way to get your and Batsy’s attention.” He snapped his fingers, continuously laughing, as three of the largest goons took a hold of your body. You began thrashing in the men’s arms, to little success. “You see, little Robin,” he walked towards you, gun in hand, “Batsy has been - how do I say this - he's been angry at me and won't play.” He slid the gun down your cheek, as if he was caressing it fondly.
“So you chose a bank robbery as a ‘play date’? Out of all things?”
“Well I wouldn’t mind some money. I've been thinking about redecorating my place. But yes, I haven't robbed a place in a bit, I wanted to go back to my roots.”
“Joker.” Batman’s voice boomed as he came into the safe, “let them go.”
“Or what? You didn't do much last time one of your little Robins was in my hands. You're afraid I'm gonna,” he pointed the gun towards your head, “shoot her?”
“Don’t!” Batman yelled.
“Oopsies.” He laughed, carelessly pulling the trigger, but instead of hitting you he hit one of the goons holding you.
“Bad idea, dumbass!” You flipped yourself over, using the arms wrapped around yours as leverage, effectively kicking him in the face.
He held his hand over his bleeding nose, “Oh, you bitch!” He yelled, “Get them!” The goons began attacking you and Batman again, as the Joker ran out of the room, while still holding his nose.
“Go get him, B! I can hold my own here!” He looked back at you and then quickly ran after the Joker. A few kicks, punches, and judo-flips later all the goons were knocked out in a circle around you. You went to help Batman, but he already had Joker detained and laughing while getting into an Arkham transport vehicle.
“Well this was fun, Batsy! Be sure to tell Robin-” he was cut off by the large van doors being closed. You ran up to Batman, who was talking to Commissioner Gordon, and stood by his side.
He finished talking and looked at you, “Ready to go, Robin?”
“Yup!” You bounced on your feet and walked behind Bruce into the Batmobile. Once inside you looked at Bruce, your face serious, “What did he mean when he said you didn't do much when the last Robin was in his hands?”
He sighed deeply, “I let him kill Robin. By the time I got to his location, Jason was dead, there was nothing I could do to save him.” He kept his eyes away from yours and stared intently at the road, “I regret that day every single day. It was the reason I was so hesitant to allow you to become Robin. I didn't- I didn't want to kill another kid.”
“It wasn't your fault Bruce.” You placed your hand on his shoulder, comfortingly. “The dude's a maniac. He is unpredictable. I'm sure Jason knew what he was getting into when he started, I bet he would even be proud he went out with a ‘hero’s death’.”
He pulled into the cave, parked the car, and stared at you. “Yeah, you're probably right, Y/N, thank you.”
“Any time B.” You pat his shoulder and leave up to your room to go to sleep.
The next day you went out to the mini cemetery that the manor housed. You found the headstone labeled:
Jason Todd
8/16/2003 - 4/27/2016
Beloved son and hero
You sat next to it and began to talk, “Hey Jason. My name’s Y/N. I became Robin a little bit after your death. Sucks we never got to meet.” You chuckled softly and looked into your lap, “I figured you might want to know the person who took up the mantle after you. So here I am.” You moved your arms, gesturing towards yourself.
“God, this is probably so stupid. Umm… I'm seventeen years old, been Robin for about two years, my favorite color is (F/C) and I like t (F/A) in my free time. So that's a basic icebreaker.” YOu smiled and laughed quietly. “Maybe Ill come back tomorrow, find something actually good to tell you.
“I guess before I leave I should tell you that so many people still look up to you, including myself. Thanks for all you did. Ill see you tomorrow.” You stood up and patted the top of the headstone as if it were a small child.
You walked back into the manor and went back to your room to get ready for school. You changed from pajamas to your school uniform and went into the kitchen to grab a light breakfast.
“Nearly ready, miss Y/N?” Alfred asked.
“Yup! Just let me grab my bag and I’ll meet you in the car?” You asked and then shoved the last bit of toast in your mouth.
“Very well miss.” Alfred nodded and made his way outside. You ran back upstairs and into your bedroom to grab your schoolbag. You sped down the stairs and out of the house yelling goodbye to Bruce. You reached the car and jumped in the backseat.
“So Alfred…” you began to question. He hummed to confirm he was listening, “is there anything you can tell me about Jason. I don't know if you saw me this morning but I was talking to his grave.”
“Well,” he began, “He was much like you. He was kind-hearted and wanted what was best, but he was a bit reckless too. He would always tease Dick, despite the age gap, and loved to pull pranks and read.
“He was the only one I would allow to cook in the kitchen, because he wouldn't burn everything he touched.” He smiled back at you, which caused you to smile in return, “Unlike someone. Overall he was a good kid, a great Robin. The two of you most likely would've gotten along great.”
“Thank you for telling me Alfred.” You smiled and exited the car, waving goodbye and walking to class.
You found yourself walking to the grave after school to talk about your day, “Guess i came back earlier than expected.” You joked. You complained about homework, teachers, and your peers to him and excitedly talked about your friends and upcoming events.
Over the course of the week you did this everyday. It almost became a type of therapy. You talked about your duties as Robin and wonder how he would react to what he once did.
You eventually decided to ask Bruce about him. “Can you tell me more about Jason?” You asked, walking into his study.
“What do you want to know?” He asked, keeping his eyes on his computer screen.
“Just what kind of person he was. What his favorite thing to do was. His favorite colors. I don't know. Just anything really.”, you shrugged.
Bruce looked at you and smiled, “He was very fond of the color red and pulling pranks on Dick. But everything I ever thought of Jason,” he pulled out a CD from one of his desk drawers, “is on this.”
You took the CD from his hand, “What is it?”
“A CD.”
“I know what a CD is, Bruce. I mean what’s on it?”
“What I said at his funeral. We had it taped, just as a way to remember him. You’ll probably find what you're looking for there.”
“And how exactly am I meant to play it? There’s no CD player here, I actually haven't seen one in years.”
“The Batcomputer has one. You can use that one.” He brought his eyes back to his work, and nodded for you to leave. You repeatedly hit the disk against your hand and mumbled a “Thanks.” while walking out.
You make your way into the living room and open the grandfather clock, taking the stairs down to the Batcave. You take a seat in the large chair that sits in front of an even larger screen - the Batcomputer. You look around the set-up to find the CD player, which you find hidden under a stack of unfinished case files.
You turn the CD player, causing the place for the CD to eject. You open the CD case and stare at the lights reflecting off the metallic CD. After admiring the reflecting rainbows you gently place the CD in its spot and push the plate in.
The screen bursts to light and immediately starts playing. You pause it before anything happens, and run up the stairs to grab a blanket. You speed down the steps and wrap yourself in the blanket, cozying yourself up before replaying it.
It shows the manor’s cemetery, with around ten people gathered. The day isn't gloomy as funerals often are portrayed in the media, its a sunny day, probably around noon, with no clouds in sight. You recognize a younger Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, and Alfred Pennyworth.
Bruce Wayne is comforting his eldest, and now only son, Dick Grayson. The young boy, around nineteen, feels like he is nine all over again. Someone close to him, someone in his family, is gone again. He cries softly next to his father, but continues to try and compose himself.
Dick’s friend, Barbara Gordon, is there too. She is not only there for Dick, but because she knew Jason. They would work together on cases once in a while. This was the first major death in her life, she was barely composing herself, using Dick or her father as support.
Jim Gordon remembers when he would find Jason on the streets and arrest him before he began living with Bruce. Although he would always be annoyed by the young boy, he wished nothing more than the boy to still be there to annoy him. He spends the day putting on the facade of being fine to comfort his daughter, even though he wasn't fine.
Alfred Pennyworth felt like he lost a son or grandson. He lost someone he trusted, someone he cared for, much like the rest of the family. He knew he did all he could to prevent it from happening, so he didn't blame himself, or Bruce, or anyone but The Joker. He was feeling lost that day, for the first time since the deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Bruce Wayne feels similar to Dick. His son had died, and he believed it to be his fault. He feels as though Jason hated him, as though his son was disappointed in him. Bruce became good at hiding his emotions, and that’s what he did that day. He hid the pain from the world.
The time of the funeral for family and friends to speak was beginning, and Bruce was the first to go. He doesn’t speak to the small crowd like they are guests at one of his galas. He speaks to them as if they are close friends and family, which they all are.
He started reminiscing about the day he met Jason, changing a few details to avoid anyone finding out Jason once fought as Robin. He tells the crowd how he found Jason trying to steal the wheels of one of his cars, he tells them he felt like he had to give the young teen a home, a home with him. He jumps from story to story about Jason, he talks about everything he loved about Jason, from all his small quirks to his annoying habits. He speaks of Jason’s favorite thing, of how those things made his eyes sparkle. He speaks about everything a father should know about his son, because he was Jason Todd’s father.
A man, Lucius Fox approaches next. He tells the crowd he didn't know Jason well,he only met the kid once or twice. But, he tells the crowd how happy the kid made his father, how after Dick moved away Bruce became grouchy and closed off again, but once Jason came into his life he was just like he was when Dick first came. He was happier, more open, and more positive. The man isn't able to speak directly about Jason, but he is able to share what impact the boy had that no one else had noticed.
Dick Grayson is the last to speak. He can’t think of much to say, he feels like a nine year old that day. All he can tell the group is how proud of Jason he was and how much he cared for him, no matter how aggravating the younger boy got, He stops before he breaks down, ending with “I wish he were still here.”
No one else feels the need to speak. Many don't feel they should speak. The young man, only fifteen, is gone and all they can do now is celebrate his life.
The video fades to black, and you're met with yourself, curled in a blanket and tears in your eyes. You didn't expect the video to hit you so hard, to make tears well up. And now you feel like you know Jason more, even though you never met him.
You begin to rewatch it, something just compels you to. You don't focus on the speakers this time, you focus on the surrounding nature. You focus on how the tree sways and how the short grass blows in the breeze.
You notice a man this time, in the corner beside a tree. You can't make out who it is. Your curious nature takes control. You zoom in on the man, only to make him more pixelated, and enhance the image to make the man clearer.
He seems to be from the middle east, from the small part of his face you can see. The rest of his face is covered by a black hood that attaches to a fully black outfit. Only the small part of his face is exposed, all his other skin is covered. He seems to have some kind of stick attached to his back, but you cant make out what it is.
You decide to leave it for the night and investigate it more the next day. You needed to sleep before patrol anyway, otherwise you would fall asleep on the job.
After patrol you cant sleep, the man in Jason’s video is keeping you awake. You sneak back down to the Batcave, not that it would matter if Bruce caught you, and brought up the video again. You pause it and look closer at the figure, thinking he most likely has something to do with Batman, you look at old files.
You search old, completed and uncompleted cases. Eventually you find a couple of folders about The League of Assassins. What Bruce describes them as wearing in the file matches the man, so you figure the man is most likely part of the group. You look more into the league, Bruce doesn't seem to have much on them.
Nothing in the files give any light to why someone in the group would be present at the funeral, you become lost and confused as to why they would be there. Hours after continuously finding nothing, you go to bed.
You try again in the morning, but, yet again, there’s nothing. You decide to go directly to Bruce.
“Yes, Y/N?” Bruce asks, slightly looking up at you from his work.
“What can you tell me about the League of Assassins?”
“Everything’s on file.”
“Already looked at all the files. Didn’t find what I was looking for.”
“And what exactly were you looking for?” He puts the papers he was working on down and stares directly at you.
“It’s kinda better if I show you, follow me.” You lead him out of the study and down to the Batcave, where the disk is still in the computer, you press play and Bruce stares at you, confused. “Just wait.” You tell him.
The entire video plays, but the man is no longer there. “Y/N.” Bruce says sternly, “why did you bring me down here.”
You don’t answer, you’re frantically skimming through the video, looking for any sign of the league member, “I- I swear there was a man there. Beside that tree,” you point to the spot on the screen, “he was wearing exactly what you describe League of Assassins members as wearing.”
“Y/N, there is nothing there. Why would you bring me down here if there was nothing?”
“There wasn’t ‘nothing’! I swear he was there, just standing by the tree, watching!”
“Go get some rest, honey.” He rubs your shoulder tenderly and leaves you alone in the cave. You start to think maybe you were imagining it, but why would you imagine something that exists and you’ve never seen before? You don’t listen to Bruce, instead you watch the video again and again.
By the time Bruce comes down asking if you’re ready for patrol, you had watched the video and read the files dozens of times. You begrudgingly suit up, not wanting to pause looking, and go on patrol.
The entire patrol you felt as though you were being watched, and although that’s somewhat normal, it’s stronger than usual. You stop petty crooks and save people in distress all night, continuously looking behind your shoulder to check for anything. You meet up with Bruce after two hours to report the night.
“Caught five people for petty theft, Gordon already has custody of them. Saved a couple of people and made sure they got home safe. Same old, same old.” You tell him.
“Good work. We can be done for the night, you do have school tomorrow.” YOu notice a figure behind him.
You shift your body weight to get a better look, “Yeah that sounds good.” Your voice trails off as you look at the figure, “There's somebody watching us.” You say to Batman before running off after the figure. Once they see you running after them they take off running too.
Batman lets out a heavy sigh before following you. Somehow, you lose sight of the person after twenty minutes of chasing them. You heave over yourself, gripping your knees for support. Batman catches up to you and stands behind you, breathing heavily.
“How,” you breathe, “the hell.” You don’t say anymore for Batman to hum in agreement.
“Did you see what this person looked like? I didn’t see a thing.”
“No,” you said, standing back up straight, “just saw a dark figure.”
“Let’s go home Robin.”
“But what about the person!” You throw your hand in disbelief, “We gotta catch them!”
“I don’t think anyone was there, Robin. Let’s get you home to sleep.” You try to protest but he cuts you off by leaving before you can speak. You reluctantly follow him after quickly scanning the area. Brice sends you directly up to your room once you reach the manor, telling you to sleep.
That night mimics itself multiple times throughout the week, you seeing a dark figure and chasing after it but never catching it. Bruce quickly gets fed up with you, first you saying there was a League of Assassins member at Jason’s funeral and then repeatedly chasing nothing during patrol, so he suspends you from being Robin for the week. During the first two days you continue to search the league, finding nothing, and nothing, and more nothing. You try to go to Bruce again, but this time he snaps.
Y/N, stop coming up with shit about the League of Assassins. They had nothing to do with Jason, none of their members were present at his funeral. You’re making up a bunch of bullshit about people you’ve never met and it's affecting not only your role as Robin, but your academics as well.
“I’m not making shit up Bruce! There was someone there in the tape and there was someone following us! Why won’t you just listen and trust me for once!” You yell back at him.
“There was nothing and there is nothing. Get over Jason’s death, you never even knew him.” He said.
“And what if I don't, huh. What are you going to do?”
Get me your uniform. You are no longer Robin.” You stare at him, dumbfounded.
“What?” you ask weakly, your voice already beginning to shake.
“You are a danger to yourself and the city, I won’t let you go out anymore. Until you get your shit together, you are done with crimefighting.” Burning tears fall down your face, “Now bring me your uniform and do your homework.” You walk out of the room quietly, out of fear that if you say something you’ll completely break down. You don’t give Bruce your suit and you don’t do homework, instead you suit up and go into the city.
You beat the criminals up as a relief, using it as a therapy. Bruce didn’t have the right to stop you from being Robin in your mind, it was your role, not his. You find a drug deal going on, you figure they’re working for a higher up, and a great way to convince Bruce that you are still good at being Robin is to bust the higher up.
You follow the man through the night, keeping tabs on the people who buy from him and avoiding stopping the deals. While the man is walking down an alley, most likely heading towards the next customer, a bullet ricochets off the wall.
“I warned you last night, buddy. You didn’t listen and now you’re gonna die.” Said a disembodied voice.
The dealer visibly becomes scared and trembles, “Please Red Hood. I’m just trying to provide for my family, I promise I’ll stop.”
“And I told you,” the voice continues, “to get a real job and stop selling drugs to children and families.” A muscular man steps into the light. He’s wearing all black, besides a brown jacket, a red helmet, and a red bat symbol across his chest. He shoots the man straight into the chest, the man falls dead. Red Hood shakes his head and kicks the body.
“What the hell, man, you can;t just kill people like that!” You say jumping out of the shadows, ready to fight.
“Well I just did. What are you going to do about it, little girl?” He turns around and faces you, “Oh, you’re Robin.”
“Yeah, I’m Robin.” You lunge at him, attempting to punch him in the gut, but he catches your hand. He twists your arm behind your back, making your back pinned against his chest.
He leans in close to your warm “I’ve been through the same training as you, doll, and more. You can’t beat me.” He chuckles into your ear, “so don’t even try.” You try to flip yourself onto his shoulders but his grip is too strong. “Didn’t I just say to not try anything.
“Well that doesn’t exactly fit my job description.” You mumble.
“And what does fit your job description?” He speaks against your ear.
“Stopping criminals and murderers like you.” You grit through your teeth.
“You’re not doing a good hob, are you Robin?” you realize that you can't fight your way out of this, he has a major upper hand. Not only is he significantly taller and heavier than you, but he also somehow knows everything you’ve ever learned. The only way you can think of getting out of this situation is to take one from Catwoman’s book:
Seduce the hell out of this person. You begin to grind your hips into his crotch, “Well maybe I give up.” You change your voice to be more seductive.
“You don’t want to do this Robin.”
“I don’t want to do what?” You question, grinding against him harder.
He turns to face you, pushing your fronts together and keeping a tight grasp on your hands, which he moved behind your back. You’re forced to look up at his masked face, due to the position you’re in, “What would Brucie say?”
Your eyes quickly widen, but you bring them back to normal just as fast, “Who?”
“Old friend of mine. Good friend of yours, Bruce Wayne.” He looks down at you, it feels as though he’s smiling through the helmet, “Also known as Batman.”
“How do you know that?” You ask quietly.
“Just like I said, he’s an old friend of mine.” Something in your mind tells you that you are talking to Jason Todd. The boy who died at thirteen five years ago. The boy who you had been borderline obsessing over for the past month. The more you think about it the less it makes sense, but you have a gut feeling the man is Jason.
“Jason?” You stare into the helmet. He takes off the helmet with a chuckle. He reveals his gorgeous face, which has a ‘J’ etched into the cheek, and his jet black hair with one white streak.
“Guilty.” He says. “If you ever need to get away from Bruce, or want to finish what you were getting at earlier, you can find me.” He un-grips you, winks, and jumps onto the fire escape of the building.”See ya later, doll.” He climbs up the building and disappears into the night, leaving you dumbfounded in the middle of an alley with a dead body six feet away from you.
You make your way back to the manor after minutes of just standing in shock. It’s three am by the time you get there and Bruce is the maddest you’ve ever seen him. He begins to lecture you, but you don't hear his voice, you’re still fixated on Jason.
Bruce’s voice begins to seep into your thoughts, “I told you you were done being Robin and you deliberately go against me. It’s been hours, do you know how worried Alfred and I have been? You can’t do that Y/N, I-”
“I met Jason.” You say, staring into Bruce’s eyes.
