Searching Pt. 7

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

A/N: OH HO IM BACK and I have so much explaining to do, I know. I’m so so sorry. More details to come tomorrow and hopefully a better designed blog soon. I will also be answering all of the wonderful wonderful asks from you wonderful wonderful people tomorrow (I just read through them and I might be crying a little bit).  I hope in the meantime this eases some of the terrible pressure on everyone right now. Love you all <3

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The next week passes by in a haze of diminishing anxiety and hard labor. Jason fades in and out of consciousness but he arrives closer and closer to a full recovery each day. At least that’s what the younger woman who offered reassurance when you first arrived tells you. You have since learned her name is Kavya.

You’ve learned a lot about Kavya and the town she helped raise. She grew up a few miles from the site. She was studying English so that she could attend an American college and pursue a degree in Business. Her mother had fallen ill so she gave up that ambition for the moment to help take care of her. And then she met Priya. You spent an entire afternoon listening to their stories of how they would sneak off and meet in the most secluded spots just to see each other for five minutes. They’re so clearly in love with each other it makes your heart full just to be around them. Kavya’s mother made a wonderful recovery and she was completely head over heels for Priya.

“It was a deceptively magical time,” Kavya relayed to you one night. “Until Priya’s family found us. They completely cut her off and threatened our lives so we had to run.” Priya squeezed her hand, almost looking ashamed but Kavya kissed her cheek and the immediate relief was evident.

Someone For Silence (Jason Todd x Reader) - follow up to Someone to Talk To

Request: YAY 😀 LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!wondering if you could do a follows up on “someone to talk to” where it’s been a year afterwards the reader is kind of a hero and there isn’t really a relationship with Jason but there is.She like goes to him for comfort and one night they both get really beat up and the reader comes to Jason’s place and there is like this whole quiet atmosphere between them because they are both just exhausted and are careful with one another.SUPER SOFT AND FULL OF LOVE!THEYLOVEEACHOTHER      

Warnings: Injuries, cursing

A/N: YAY MY FIRST REQUEST!!! Thanks so much!! It was a ton of fun to write and I really hope I did you justice !! This one was kinda heavy but I didn’t want to deviate too much from the tone of “Someone to Talk To”, I just wanted it to sound a bit more mature since there’s been a lot of growth between the two of them and UGH anyways I love this so please please keep sending these requests in! Thanks lovely anon for this request!!! Lots of love !! <3

Someone to Talk To (Pt. 1)

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You flex your bloody knuckles in front of you despite the pain that follows. They stand poised, ready to take action but frozen in caution.

It’s just a window. Open it.

But then I can’t turn around.

You’ve done it a million times. He’s always there.

But what if this time is different?

This incessant inner conflict arrives with each time you approach this window. It was only once a month...then it was every couple of weeks...then it was too much.

As you shed your past ego, Jason was there with the painful removal of each layer. He listened as you tried to leave past lessons behind and find some redemption in people. He talked when you needed something to fill the emptiness that an entire upheaval of your previous character caused. At least at first, when you let him be there.

Despite these new philosophies and hero act you’re trying out, you couldn’t completely drop this uneasy feeling towards attachment. And the moment you realized you had given so much of yourself for his keeping, you panicked and fled. Just like a frightened cat, hackles raised and headed for the nearest shadows.

You’ve managed to avoid him with every mission and dodge every concerned call. It killed you when he caught the hint and moved on. Yet it felt safe. Necessary.

But not after tonight. 

The two of you had been following the same lead. Not entirely surprising since it had to do with an asshat exploiting the Narrows. A place the two of you had an aching soft spot for. Yet, the surprise was all over both of your faces once you met eyes. Questions flooded his features as he laid eyes on you after so many months of radio silence. But he resigned to only a passing comment about your new suit before the two of you fought armed fugitives tirelessly and endlessly to get to the hostages...

The sunken and dusty faces of the poor people were momentarily lifted into a surprising higher spirit when they saw their rescuers. You watched intently the way the relief sunk into their pallor as they regarded Jason and the bat symbol sprayed across his chest.

Then they looked at you too with a surprising sense of security. Suddenly, your transformation was brought in front of you so that you could decipher the change you’ve worked so hard for. The evolution was evident in the way your presence was recognized with elation. You became that beacon of hope. A hero.

Jason caught your eye but this time a calm understanding ebbed from him. He knew better than anyone what this felt like. And he had tried to tell you. He had tried so hard and you pushed him away.

At that moment, as the hostages were escorted to safety, you looked up at him with emotional eyes and a confession or apology or anything to make it better between the two of you was ready on your lips. But you didn’t say anything. And he didn’t wait around for you to.

So now here you are outside of his apartment. You still aren’t sure what you wanted to say. Or if there even is any words that can resolve your mistakes. You’re just confident that you need him in your life.

Your fingers pull at the window. It squeaks against the noises from the city still strong even at this time of the night. When you duck into the apartment, your body aches as various injuries make their reappearance. It elicits more than a few curses. Your heart thuds anxiously in your chest as you get closer to a conversation you’ve only thought of these past few lonely months.

“About time. Where’ve you been?” You hear his husky voice in the darkened apartment. Adjusting your eyes, you find Jason sitting on the floor against the wall. He’s nursing a whisky bottle and takes another sip from cracked lips as he stares up at you.

You remain motionless, all plans of giving him your usual suave ego out the window. He pats the spot next to him.

You steel your confidence and slowly lower next to him. He reaches over and hands you a mug.

“Your usual,” he explains with nonchalance. You gaze down at the tea bag swimming in the cup and wrap shaky fingers around the warm ceramic. Your mind flashes back to dozens of late nights as you sipped your tea and the two of you swapped both stories of woe and hilarity. He remembered. He cared enough to.

A sigh of relief passes through your swollen lips as you realize you’ve realized you hadn’t ever lost him. You look over to find him studying you with bruised eyes.

“You look rough,” you crack as your lips rest above the steaming mug.

He chuckles slightly at first and then his laughter grows until he is grasping his side in pain.

You join in until the two of you find that kind quiet once again. The city continues to call loudly down below but in here, no sound drops.

Your hand creeps slightly towards his until your bruised fingers are entwined.

You rest your head on his shoulder just as you had all that time ago. This time, he doesn’t flinch beneath the touch. He sinks into it and you realize he needs this too.

It isn’t said but it’s felt in the small contact and quiet puffs of pained breaths. You’ve both come so far for this. Why not spend the next part of it all together? Whatever changes it entails, you just hope this bliss isn’t one of them.

Because sometimes you just need someone that brings comforting silence.

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Searching Pt. 6: Jason Todd/Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

A/N: WOw I know I always apologize for taking so long but good grief this was dramatic. Also, I did not edit this at ALL - I just started writing and went with it and wanted to post it so here we are and please be forgiving for any errors. Lots of love you guys <3 :)

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One thing you really missed while in the cell was something to do with your hands. Just some purpose for their movements outside necessities like eating. You wanted to create something or have them busy with a mundane task anything to keep them from hanging so useless.

Now that they are pressed to Jason’s bloody wound, you ache for that idleness. Anything would be better than feeling Jason slipping through your fingers.

“Jason, come on! Please stay with me!” You plead. He looks up through hooded eyes and mumbles something close to a groan.

Shouting sounds outside as the men chasing after you start closing in. Your heart thuds so loudly in your ears as you glance between the outside and Jason.

“Okay, so we have to get out of here and the quicker the better. Can you stand?” The panic is not masked well at all.

Jason nods groggily. You help him to his feet and he sags against you.

The two of you stumble over the wreckage as the men draw nearer.

Once you make it out to the alleyway, Jason’s weight becomes much heavier.

“No, no,” you exclaim as he slides towards the ground. “Jason, please. Just-Just a little further. I need you to work with me.” Your words run together in an anxious mess. He falls back against the wall despite your best efforts at keeping him propped. Your arms ache with a fury and you feel tears cascading down your cheeks.

A man shouts behind you in Mandarin. You turn to find one of the local mobsters that had been interrogating the inn owner. A gun rests loosely in his hand and he gestures towards you with it. You maneuver yourself between him and Jason with your hands raised.

“Please, you don’t need to do this,” you plead. He responds harshly in more Mandarin and starts pointing his gun. You freeze and breathe heavily through clenched teeth.

Your eyes narrow down on the barrel of the pistol.

Bang.

Sneak Peek Searching Pt. 5

The forest floor crunches beneath your feet as you try matching Jason’s exhausting pace. He seems to have shaken off the greater part of whatever disturbed him but you sense some of it still lingering. Not that you can glance up enough to take stock. You’re carefully analyzing each step as to not wipe out on the uneven terrain while your head pounds with each bounce.

Your foot does inevitably catch on a root and you curse as your ankle twists unnaturally. The explicit curses flying from your mouth grab Jason’s attention.

“You okay?” he asks. First words spoken between the two of you since you had left behind the Ghuls. Your mind creeps to the two of them regaining consciousness and restarting their mission to drag you and Jason back to the island. Or murder you. They weren’t very descriptive in their mission statement.

“Yeah, peachy,” you mutter. You take the opportunity to lean against a tree and grasp at your ankle. It’s slightly tender beneath your touch but luckily still mobile.

“You’re bleeding,” Jason states. You shake your head while releasing your ankle.

“No, I just twisted my-” You flinch away as his finger suddenly prods at the back of your head. Your eyes trail up his arm to his face. He stares intensely at the wound gracing the back of your head; his mouth set in a firm line and his swirling blue eyes focused. You count yourself once more grateful for being at the receiving end of his sympathy. Better than the alternative.

“Yeah, I knocked it back in the- er, fight. I’ll live. Barely feel it.” You give him a hardly convincing smile. His fingers don’t leave your hair as he completely ignores your blatant lie.

“Alright, take a seat,” Jason commands. His face has fallen into its authoritative state as he stares expectantly at you. You roll your eyes but secretly feel relieved at the chance to rest. Your head throbbing was only slightly more uncomfortable than your aching feet and exhaustion resting behind your eyes.

He pulls out the first-aid kit as you make yourself comfortable. You feel his fingers trying to push away your hair and expose the gash. The sheer difficulty around it has you reaching behind him to the bag. You pull out scissors and hold them up.

“It’s a mess to deal with. It doesn’t help with the whole concealing identity thing. And now you can’t even dress the wound. Cut it off.” You declare. Some part of you is concerned over the shoddy job it’ll probably be. But the much larger part, the part that wants to survive and has barely been doing so in a cell, wants it gone.

“Are you sure?”

You don’t know if he is doubting his own abilities or your changing mind.

“I’m positive.”

He lets out a heavy breath and begins cutting at the locks. As tendrils fall to the ground, you feel a sense of lightness replacing a weight you’ve carried for so long now. It wasn’t just cutting off an unnecessary weight physically but the uncleanliness associated with being cramped in inhumane conditions. Being  in the cell was dehumanizing. You were treated as nothing more than an animal.

“Are you okay?” Jason’s voice falls low. Its tone suggests a different meaning than the first time he asked. You don’t even notice the few escaped tears rolling down your cheeks until he speaks up.

You swipe at them and nod your head. “Just…” You turn your head and look at him head on. His expression doesn’t move but you watch his eyes track your own thoughts. “Do you think they’ll find us? We just knocked them out…”

“Now who’s the murderous one?” He cracks. You glare at him sternly and he clears his throat. “Yeah, that one was probably inappropriate. What actually are you asking, Doll?”

Your nose scrunches up at the nickname but you choose to gloss over it for now. “I’m worried we made the wrong move, letting them live. And that thought just-”

“Scares you.” His words swim with recognition. “I know the feeling.”

You scrutinize him, wondering again about his past.

“Now turn around.” You blink at the sudden shift but he jerks his head in command. “I need to patch you up.”

You comply and turn back around, feeling a slight sting as he applies the antiseptic. He continues without comment and is soon wrapping the wound with gauze. His fingers wind so delicately in a way that seems just as comfortable as when they are wrapped around the hilt of his sword. The more you learn about Jason, the more confused you become. Everything he does seems to contradict the previous move.

“So, where’d you learn to do this? I can’t picture Raz sitting down trained killers to teach the basics in medical care.”

Silence follows your question, long enough to convince you that he doesn’t plan on answering.

“I learned from someone in my past.” He finally answers. Rather cryptically, you note.

“Do you not remember who?” You half-joke.

“No.” He replies curtly. Your mouth opens and then promptly closes again. “There, you’re all good to go. How’s the ankle?”

His figures looms over you as he offers his hand. You scrunch your nose and let him help you to your feet. Your ankle handles the pressure with little protest and the pain in your head has reduced to an ache.

“The ankle’s fine. And you, sir, are fitting a stereotype like a cast mold.” You brush off your pants and restart your hike, careful to avoid the damned root this time.

Jason snorts behind you. “And what stereotype would that be?”

Sticks break beneath his boots as he matches your stride.

You clear your throat and try your hand at imitating an action narration, “The mysterious assassin with an even more elusive, and possibly suspicious, past. Brooding and often abrasive but always a hero in the end.”

He chuckles. “You think I’m a hero?”

“You saved me didn’t you?” You reply coolly. Your ears fall flat at the expectation of another snappy retort. A glance up at him finds his eyes spaced, rather pensive. Much like you found him before sparing Jackass’ life. Just as you are about to inquire further, your foot finds a loose rock.

Jason’s hands grasp your arm, saving you from a painful fall. “Why don’t you pay attention to what you’re doing over there instead of me, Graceful.”

You want to wipe the dumb smirk right off of his face. Mostly because he’s right.

Searching Pt. 4: Jason Todd/Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

A/N: Sorry it took so long !

Warnings: cursing, violence, argument

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“Stop looking so suspicious,” Jason hisses. The two of you are waiting outside next to the tracks as you await your train. You stand on two bouncing feet, unable to brush off the adrenaline or anxiety the day has created. Jason, however, lounges comfortably on an old wooden bench.

“Last time I tried that, we were almost killed,” you whisper harshly back. He rolls his eyes at your dramatics. You glance around and see people staring at your pacing as they pass by. So maybe he had a bit of a point.

You plop down next to him with a sigh and check your hat. As your finger tucks stray pieces of hair back in it, you make a mental note to cut it as soon as possible.

The train whistles nearby causing the both of you to jump. You battle a smug grin. Guess you aren’t the only one on edge.

The train stops with a hiss and the two of you join the small collective group to board it. Your breathing evens out slightly once you are seated in your small cabin. Jason packs the bags up top and out of your way. He decided you would look more suspicious if you didn’t have any luggage so the two of you had made a pit stop on the way to the station.

The bags are empty save for what was in the satchel you had been carrying before. Your mind lingers on the small electronic mask he keeps in there. Why he insisted on bringing it, you have no idea. But tensions are still strung tight between the two of you and you didn’t want to make it worse with any more prying.

So the two of you sit there in silence. The seats give a jerk as the train slowly chugs into motion.

Your mind turns rapidly with events of the past 24 hours. And with it comes the fatigue. Your head keeps bobbing as you fight off the exhaustion. You wanted to be alert like Jason...and slightly because of Jason.

Searching Pt. 3: Jason Todd/Fem Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

TW: cursing, pretty violent, mentions of cramped spaces

A/N: fInAlLy so sorry guys this took so long :/ I hope you enjoy it though! I really like this story and I have many more plans :D Lots of love!! <3

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Night has settled down on you a lot more comfortably than what you would have predicted. Instead of being cramped by the darkness blanketing itself around the freeing rays of the sun, you feel calmed at the sight of the twinkling stars promising a vastness that was absent within the cell. The moon’s reflection on the waves dancing softly against the boat is a promise that you are putting more and more distance between yourself and the island.

Your legs stretch themselves across one of the cushioned benches on the top deck as you stare at the incredible view.

Jason and Captain Guin had been bent over maps within the upper deck’s small cabin. You had considered trying to help them, feeling a little guilty, but after a few minutes of listening them speak back and forth about places you had never been, you found yourself wandering back to the open ocean air.

Thoughts of your dad creep into your conscious now that you have a moment to digest the fact that you might actually succeed in escaping. Would they torture him for it? Would he stop doing their bidding and they would no longer think he is useful?

No, more likely they know exactly where you are and will be waiting as soon as you dock. To drag you back to your cell. Maybe they will take away your one small window or pathetic human contact. You draw your knees up to your chest and shudder involuntarily at the thought.

“This might help.”

You jump at Jason’s voice, not expecting the intrusion. You hadn’t noticed that he and the Captain had grown quiet and went their separate ways.

Jason holds up a blanket in one hand and a bag in the other. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Searching Pt. 2 : Jason Todd/Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

A/N: I really really like this :) Lots of love guys!

TW: cramped spaces

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You don’t remember much about your arrival on the island. Once you were kidnapped, everything is darkened up until the moment you opened your eyes in that damned cell. So the endless amount of jungle surrounding the prison is a new and daunting experience for you. You follow Red Mask closely as he whacks at branches and leaves the size of your entire body.

Every sound is a potential threat and you are just starting to wonder why he chose to break out in the brightest part of the day until you catch sight of the bustling village. People push against each other as they carry baskets of goods from one shouting vendor to another. With this amount of people, you see the two of you easily melting into unidentifiable figures.

Red Mask suddenly reaches up into a tree and retrieves his own basket.

“Here,” he barks. You reach out instinctively and grab the sweatshirt he threw you. He takes off his own mask, places it in the basket, and trades his vest for a jacket. After putting his hood up over his head, he proceeds to do the same with you and once again tugs you along.

“Don’t lose me,” he instructs. You gulp and nod. There isn’t much hope for you if you do lose him.

You weave between people. Your breath hitches everytime you catch sight of one of Raz’s assassins.

“Maybe don’t get us caught before we even leave the island with all of your terrified staring.”

You purse your lips. “Sorry if being outside for the first time in months while also being chased down by bloodthirsty assassins is a bit shocking,” you hiss.

His face contorts but he says nothing, only continuing to move through the crowd.

You wonder if this is how he usually is - his mind focused on a single fixation and his body following obediently, distractions be damned.

Searching Pt. 1

Summary: Young Justice Jason Todd/Reader - Reader has been imprisoned by Raz Al Ghul as leverage over their inventor father. Jason doesn’t remember anything before his time being trained by the Demon Head. But he feels the remnants of a past version of himself that tells him he doesn’t belong there and neither does Y/N. So he breaks them out. But the leader of the League of Assassins won’t let them go that easily. And Jason’s memories are already starting to return...

TW: cramped spaces, cursing

A/N: I attached the snippet to the beginning just in case you haven’t read it! And if you did just skip to the next part :) Lots of love! <3

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It’s three screeches of metal scraping against its counterpart, number of footsteps, the jingle of keys (amount depending on proximity of needed key) and the wailing of the heavy door being opened before you are met with your daily human exposure and meal.

Besides the small clouded window on the door, you don’t have much access to any light making each visit a blinding experience.

The guard, assassin, whatever you want to call them varies now and then. But it seems four fall lowest on the totem pole because they are recycled regularly when it isn’t someone who is just being punished. They never introduce themselves. Who knows if they even can underneath their disguises. So you have taken it onto yourself to name them. What else is there to do?

This one kicking your meal towards you now, you call Jackass. Because he loves kicking things and you can’t help but recall your second grade trip to the zoo where a donkey reared back his own foot and planted it onto a kid’s lunchbox with a noise similar to Jackass’ snarl. There is also Mr. Mustache (it pokes right out of his mask), Kill Bill (who you are terrified of), Jason Bourne (could be Matt Damon’s brother), and the Wicked Witch of Eating Your Bread. You’ve considered shortening that last one but it holds the right amount of bitterness.

But the worst is the one who you don’t have to give a nickname. His name is cursed across the world, often just referred to as the Demon Head. No, you don’t have to give him a name because he is the only one that isn’t afraid to introduce himself. Raz Al Ghul.

A Jason/Reader Snippet

A/N: Hey guys so I just wrote this little preview thing for that series I had mentioned awhile ago. Insert summary here;

Y/N was kidnapped by Raz Al Ghul to be leverage against her father who invents weapons for him. Jason Todd has been recently resurrected by Raz and is slow to get his memories back but he knows he doesn’t belong there and neither does Y/N. One daring escape between the two of them leads them on a run for their lives to dodge the League of Shadows.

Anyways, like I said this is just a small part so I didn’t tag anyone but I wanted to share something I was working on lol Lots of love!!

It’s three screeches of metal scraping against its counterpart, 20-25 footsteps, the jingle of keys (amount depending on proximity of needed key) and the wailing of the heavy door being opened before you are met with your daily light exposure and meal.

The guard, assassin, whatever you want to call them varies now and then. But it seems four fall lowest on the totem pole because they are recycled regularly when it isn’t someone who is just being punished. They never introduce themselves. Who knows if they even can underneath their disguises. So you have taken it onto yourself to name them. What else is there to do?

This one kicking your meal towards you now, you call Jackass. Because he loves kicking things and you can’t help but recall your second grade trip to the zoo where a donkey reared back his own foot and planted it onto a kid’s lunchbox with a noise similar to Jackass’ snarl. There is also Mr. Mustache (it pokes right out of his mask), Kill Bill (who you are terrified of), Jason Bourne (could be Matt Damon’s brother), and the Wicked Witch of Eating Your Bread. You’ve considered shortening that last one but it holds the right amount of bitterness.

But the worst is the one who you don’t have to give a nickname. His name is cursed across the world, often just referred to as the Demon Head. No, you don’t have to give him a name because he is the only one that isn’t afraid to introduce himself. Raz Al Ghul.

S.O.S.

Request: Can you do a one shot of Jason breaking up with female reader because he can’t love her the way she deserves and wants because of his work and then a couple months to a year after he comes back because he’s ready and needs her but the reader wants him to sing S.O.S from mama Mia before she says yes to him? 

A/N: Me? Doing a request finally? It’s more likely than you think lol I’m sorry guys I have no excuse except that I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy this and I hope there will be many more to come after this :) Lots and lots of love!! <3

“This is bullshit.” You cross your arms. The sentiment hanging on the heavy tension between you and Jason.

Jason sighs and brushes a finger along the cut across your lip. You snatch his hand and stare up at him with that stern expression that usually sends him groveling.

“I can’t-I can’t handle another call or message or what the damned bastards send me that threaten to take you away from me. I cannot and...and I will not be the reason you are hurt again.”

“Does it matter what I think?” You shoot back. Your voice wavers slightly, giving away the anxiety building in your chest. The night was one for the books of hell, for sure, but you find it a lot scarier to lose Jay than to be threaten by a pair of incompetent goons. And Jason knows this. You have talked about it, joked even. 

Appearances Aside Pt. 19/19

A/N: I don’t know if I like this...I may change it later but for now voila et finit! I am so sorry this has been a labor but I kinda lost interest in this story which is a sin but I powered through for those so dedicated to it and so kind to me! You all are amazing and don’t EVER forget it. Some updates: I will be working through all those requests now and I also may have an idea for a new series (I’m the worst I KNOW) but it has to do with Young Justice :O lol anyways pls enjoy and LOTS OF LOVE

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 ~Months Later~

It always looks like it’s over.

This creeps through every crevice of your brain. It is that one thought that seems to follow every movement, every decision, every agonizing step taken these last few months after you woke from your near-death experience.

Jason’s hand stops your fingers tapping nervously across your knee. Your gaze lingers across his face, searching once again for that strength he seems to carry so readily.

“It’s not strength, Y/N,” he had said to you all those weeks ago. Your frustration had been voiced in a complaint of him suddenly being rational when you gave your concerns about being here today. It then turned into an accusation of having such an abundance of strength at his disposal. “It’s recognizing a necessity when you need to and having the sense to go through with it.”

“It’s necessary,” you whisper to him. His mouth turns up from its worried expression. He doesn’t want you here anymore than you do. But he also learned a long time ago it was never about what he wanted.

“I call Y/N Y/L/N to the stand,” a man with a stern brow and pressed suit says the words that you have been dreading.

Jason squeezes your hand and you take a deep breath before gently making your way to the stand. The people in the courtroom are so silent, each breath seems to beat against heavy drums.

Once you remove your shaky hand from The Bible after your oath, you finally enclose yourself in the witness stand. The lawyer’s question is inaudible against the roaring in your ears. But you know exactly what he wants. The very thing that could close this nightmare.

Appearances Aside Pt. 18

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A/N: Sorry this took so long! I have one more part in mind and then I’m DONE!! Lots of love :)

It does not take a lot to arise any sort of suspicion with you any longer. Maybe because your boyfriend is a vigilante. Maybe even because you work in one of the arguably most dangerous places in the states. But it is probably because of your psychotic ex recently kidnapping you. Whatever the case is, you make sure to have your pepper spray unlocked and ready to go in case someone has decided to ruin any more of your time here at Gotham.

“Lynn, seriously, you are freaking me out. What’s going on?” You whisper harshly as she pulls you to a corner of the Manor that isn’t flooded with diamonds and jewels.

“I-I have to tell you something. Well, fess something...” she looks nervously around. You gently lay a hand on her shoulder, in attempt at comforting her, but this seems to further upset her. She shrugs it off and looks at you guiltily.

“You’re not safe here in Gotham, Y/N. You should leave.”

Appearances Aside Pt. 16

A/N: Sorry this is so late but I hope y’all enjoy :)

Warnings: blood, cursing

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It didn’t take long. Jason thinks this with a bit of resentment as he flexes his fists. The frustration stems deeply from the fact that you have been gone so long and the answers were so easily retrieved. With purpose in hand, his strut is unwavering as it turns away from the bloodied goons and towards where they spilled the sick bastards are keeping you.

Roy jogs up to him and matches his stride. He is careful not to approach any sensitive subjects and with Jason...that could literally be anything so he keeps his thoughts to himself...for the most part.

“Jay, shouldn’t we-” he scratches his head, “Make a plan or something?”

“Nope,” Jason answers concisely. Roy purses his lips and mouth an “okay”.

Thoughts in Jason’s head that were once running rampant trying to piece themselves together are now finally in their place. But they shake with impatience. Something ticks at his jaw at the thought of what Dumb and Dumber had told him.

Bossman was real angry so, he-uh

It wasn’t us though, we swear! P-please don’t hurt me!

Jason blinks his eyes a few times to reorient himself in the now. The remorse that makes its rare appearance is far from sight as he remembers where his actions will lead him. And hopefully that is right into making sure you are safe.

Appearances Aside Pt. 15

A/N: HOOO girl this is late and I am so so sorry...but it is super duper long and I hope that makes up for it?? Love you guys :)

Warnings: violence and cursing

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Flashback

“Ms. Y/L/N?” a small voice squeaks. You turn on your heel, chalk in hand, to see a little girl fidgeting nervously behind you. Small wisps of hair stick out from her messy braid and her clothes hang loosely off of her small frame.

“Yes, Carrie?” You smile warmly and give her your full attention. She catches her lip between her teeth and stares down at her shoes.

“Um, I was wondering...there’s this book...” She reveals a book she has hidden behind her. Its spine is torn and the pages are yellowed with use but its title is clear.

“Oh! The Ugly Duckling! I love this story!” You crouch down and gesture gently with outstretched hands. She hesitates before handing it over. Your fingers gingerly open its fragile pages.

“It was my mom’s favorite book...before she...” she trails off and wipes under her eyes.

With a shuddering breath you offer her an empathetic smile. “You know, I lost my mother too.” You lay a hand on her shoulder as she stares glassy eyed at the floor. “How about we work on reading it. You can stay after class and we can work on it, together.”

A spark lights in her eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

Appearances Aside Pt. 14

A/N: So so so sorry this is late but I just did not have a good idea until it hit me in film class today XD Also sorry for the angst hopefully I can get out a part on time Friday so y’all aren’t suffering haha also thanks so much for the love and support I really really do appreciate all of you and your sweet messages!!! :) Hugs and kisses and lots and lots of love <3<3

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“But you promised I could have her!” you heart Straton whine from outside the room. Your wrists rub uncomfortably against the bindings as you struggle from your place on the ground.

“And you will get her you insufferable short-sighted twit,” Joker’s voice cackles. “Don’t try and cut the joke short. Timing is key. And the key in this scenario is using her as bait for Hoodie.”

You scoff disgustedly. There’s no way you’ll let them use you against Jason. And there is absolutely no way you are leaving with Straton.

As the men continue arguing, you search desperately for a plan. The room is mostly empty spare a few puddles from leaky tiles and mold growing along the crevices leaving you with very few options. The rickety wooden chair squeaks in protest at your movements sparking a new idea.

You continue rocking back and forth before building up enough momentum, and courage, to make the chair crash against the ground. The impact causes you to hiss in pain. The loud bang has you staring wide-eyed at the door, waiting for it to come swinging open. The incessant arguing pulls a sigh of relief from you as you free your hands.

You grab a shard of the wooden chair and glance at the window. The view gives you some idea as to where you are. You feel slight relief at the familiar Gotham skyline but your stomach plummets at the number of stories falling beneath you.

But you find that plunge much more inviting than whatever the Joker and Straton have planned for you. You push frantically at the window pane urging it upwards at least enough for you to slip out of. The rush of night air hits your face promising freedom.

You slip tightly through and brace yourself on the very small ledge.

“Oh, shit,” you whisper down into the never-ending descent to the streets. Regrets start filling your mind until you hear the door squeak open and heavy footsteps.