Rekindled

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: guns/violence, death, brutality. like, the typical arkham game themes. not graphic, tho!! mostly mentions

a/n: this sorta takes place in the arkham knight storyline but you really dont have to know anything about that game to read this, i wanted to give enough detail bc i liked this idea and the arkham game fandom is under appreciated. also lowkey y/n is based on an oc but almost all my y/n’s are <3

prompt:

Gotham was on fire. You were dumb enough to stay behind. Selina had been MIA for longer than you were used to, and every effort of contact was futile. Last time this happened, she had been arrested and thrown into Arkham City, so it was needless to say that you were a bit worried.

Last thing she told you was that a “pretty worthless supervillain” needed her help with something, but she left it at that. Yeah, she had a habit of making herself scarce, but she was your only family and you two always kept in touch. And now that the evacuation was in effect, you felt even more uneasy.

Newbie

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Could write something pretty please with Nightwing x reader " I'm the girl that's gonna save your ass."”

Vigilantism was a good fit for you, really. Of course, you had a few run-ins with the more experienced vigilantes of Gotham City, they weren’t very fond of you stealing their thunder. You still weren’t very well known, but you were getting there.

Tonight you’d be patrolling and roaming the chilly city with caution. Much to your surprise, you spotted Blüdhaven’s very own resident vigilante stopping by for a visit. Nightwing, rumored to be the first Robin.

Seems like he was investigating the same case you were. Two-Face’s shady gang. But with a blink of your eyes, he had disappeared. You scanned his previous surroundings and saw a couple of armed thugs stomping around. Then Nightwing taking one down.

But it wasn’t that simple.

Shouting followed and Nightwing quickly spun around. He had been spotted. He dove out of sight and into another thug’s view.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself. A shot was fired and hit him square in the chest. Lucky for him, that’s where his bulletproof armor is the most effective. You couldn’t stand by any longer. You swung down from your rooftop and kicked a thug to the ground. Nightwing looked up in surprise.

“Hey there, Bluebird, need some assistance?” You ran at another gang member, then slid towards his legs to knock him down. You crawled onto his back and grabbed his head, delivering the knockout blow.

“And who are you?” Nightwing slowly strained to get up, wheezing slightly after the nasty hit.

“I’m the girl that’s gonna save your ass,” You shrugged, “now catch your breath, there’s three more of Dent’s boys up here.” You told him. He nodded and began to sprint towards danger, but you grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. “Are you crazy?!”

“What? I’m taking these bastards down.” He pulled his escrima sticks out and powered them up.

“Don’t charge in, you’re gonna get hurt again. You have no idea which corner you’re gonna turn before you get shot.” You shook your head. “Follow my lead.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” His face turned dark red.

“Swallow your pride before it’s too late, Wing. I’m not asking.” You snuck across the rooftop and peeked around corners and air ducts to find a good opening. You crawled underneath a duct and awaited your prey.

You disarmed the gang member and threw him to the ground, attracting the others, just like you wanted. After knocking him out, you went back to your hiding place. Nightwing could be seen at the air duct opposite of you. The two men walked beside each other and were filled with shock and horror as they discovered their man down. You and Nightwing simultaneously jumped out and knocked the last two men out.

“High five.” You smirked. He shook his head and walked past you. “You know, a ‘thanks for saving my ass’ would be nice.”

“I didn’t need any help.” He grumbled.

“You sound a whole lot like the Bat.” You raised your eyebrows while crossing your arms. He froze in his tracks and turned to face you.

“I am not Batman.” He exhaled. “He doesn’t like you, huh?”

“I’m gonna have to say no.” You chuckled.

“Maybe we will get along, after all.”

Confrontation

Jason Todd x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Jason Todd x reader with “What you gonna do? You gonna shoot me?! Better make it count! better kill me in one shot!””

Gotham was always beautiful at night. Whether people wanted to admit it or not. It’s eerie aesthetic and interesting lights were quite the sight to see. Even at the worst times.

It was a ghost town at the evacuation. And an incoming foe chose the wrong city to mess with. You and the lot of local vigilantes made sure to clean up the mess made by a new menace, the Arkham Knight.

While Robin was stuck on lab duty, you were out in the field, kicking ass and taking names. Playing Riddlers games and doing a few missions on the side. A few team-ups with Dick, a few with Selina, a few encounters with your favorite rogues. An entertaining night, really.

Soon enough, it was the Knight himself trying to see you. You knew that you had to play their game to get any farther in the investigation, so you agreed to meet him at someplace you hadn’t been in a long time.

You found yourself on the rooftop of the abandoned orphanage. Strange that he picked the Riddler’s current hideout, you were prepared for anything. You sat in the shack holding a trophy you had yet to find. Wonderful.

Then he appeared from the dark. Such a familiar sight. You could finally see this mediocre madman up close.

“Nice to finally have your undivided attention, y/n!” He walked up to you as you approached cautiously, pausing at your true name being spoken through his mask. “Do you know why I brought you here?”

“What the hell is this?” You clutched tp the weapon on your side.

“Maybe I should slow down. Hi, my name is the Arkham Night.” He held his hand out. “Or should I say...Jason.”

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” You slapped his hand away and he scoffed.

“Well, why don’t you just see for yourself?” And with that he flipped his mask up and stunned you. But this ghost stood before you bearing new scars, physical and emotional. “Now do you know why I brought you here?”

“You are a sick son of a bitch. Bringing me to the place I was abandoned! Where I met my best friend who’s long gone! Now you’re parading around as him!” You took the gun off your side and pointed it at Jason. “You better be ready for this.”

“What you gonna do? You gonna shoot me?! Better make it count! better kill me in one shot!” He shouted through laughter and tears. Your eyes glossed over as you stared at his familiar face, thinking of years ago when he was your only friend. Someone you did everything with. The gun was cocked and ready to launch this bullet out of. You were the odd one out in the family. The one using firearms. But after a stern lecture from Bruce, you could only use them on special occasions and with non-lethal bullets. Only this time, your bullets would kill a man.

“I can’t do this.” You dropped your guard and shoved your gun back in it’s holtser. “I don’t know who you are or how you got here, but so help me, I will not let you ruin my home.”

Rooftop Rumble

Jason Todd x batsis!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: y/n is finally reunited with her long-lost brother

You had finally put it together. The mystery of the Arkham Knight. The only question was how? How was he here? How did he defy death and come back? And why would he try hurting the people of Gotham, the ones he had sworn to protect.

You decided to hack into his personal comms to get a message sent to him.

“To the Arkham Knight, this is (your alias), I know who you are. Meet me at the rooftop bar near Chinatown.”

You waited patiently, rearranging the seats that had been knocked down. You stared at the blood on the shining floor, the blood that belonged to the firefighter and gang members who Bruce had beaten to a pulp earlier that night. You kicked a glass bottle over and turned around.

“Why, hello there, y/n.” The Arkham Knight spoke through his voice distorter. You placed your fists on your hips and slanted your stance.

“Cut the act, Knight. Just show me your face.” You bit down on your tongue.

“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He asked. “Family?” Your gaze focused on him.

“I want to see your face, Jason.” You growled.

“If you say so.” He clicked the button that was near his ear and the mask flicked up. He took the whole helmet off and set it on a nearby chair. “Happy to see me?”

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare. You had thought you lost him, you watched the tape. He died. But here he was, standing in front of you with a sick smirk on his face and a “J” branded on his cheek. You took a few steps closer.

“Jason...” You whispered.

“Back up, y/n,” Jason pulled his gun on you, “or I’ll shoot.” But you didn’t heed his warning, you just kept walking closer and closer. “I’m serious, y/n.” You saw his eyes start to gloss up. He gave up and dropped his weapon as you wrapped your arms around him, letting the tears fall down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Jason.” You muttered into his chest.

“It’s not your fault.” He sighed. You backed away and hesitantly lifted your hands to reach his face.

“What happened? How are you here?” You asked. “I-I watched you die.”

“It’s a long story. But I’m back, and I’m here for Bruce.” He grabbed his helmet and replaced it on his head.

“You’re going about this the wrong way.” You pleaded weakly.

“I’m going about it my way.” He flicked his helmet back down. “I’ll see you around.” He walked to the edge of the rooftop, then paused. “I missed you, y/n. Remember that.”

“I missed you, too.” You wanted to stop him, but you were still stunned by his presence. With that, he took a dive off the building and grappled across the city. The new question? When would you see him again?

Hallelujah

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: drinky drink and threaten to pew pew

a/n: i just wanna see if i can do this

prompt: Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley

Jason was tasked with the mission of capturing an assassin, no problem, right? You were in your apartment getting ready for a bath, your broken curtain barely blocked the sight of you, just enough. Jason secured his mask over his face and perched on the roof of your neighboring building. You reached for your towel and wrapped it around yourself, leaving your bathroom and the sight of the Red Hood.

He snuck into your apartment through a window and silently hit the floor. He searched for you, confused as to where you would’ve gone in such a small, shitty Gotham apartment. Suddenly, everything went black.

Jason woke up tied to a chair and gagged. His mask was torn off and you were sitting on your raggedy couch, legs crossed. You’re gray sweatpants had holes in random places and your white tank top was bloodstained.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You lifted yourself from the couch. “Say, you’re that dead Wayne kid, right?” You chucked. “How’d you pull that off?” You ungagged him.

“Magic.” He deadpanned.

“Come to kill me, I presume?” You grabbed one of his own knives.

“Actually just kidnap you, for now.” He replied. You ran your fingers through his hair and chopped a piece off. “Well, that was rude.” He remarked. You moved the knife across his jawline and to his lips.

“You’re lucky I’m not gonna kill you.” You told Jason.

“Hallelujah.” He sarcastically whispered. “What a glorious assassin.”

“Who’s the one tied to the chair again?” You turned around and set his knife down with his other weapons.

“Darling, I’ve been here before.” He told you. “And the second I’m untied, I’m gonna shoot you.”

“Is that all you’ve ever known?” You asked and he hummed. You re-gagged him and sat back down on your couch to turn on the TV. “Want a drink?” Jason nodded. You went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. You poured a glass for your hostage and pulled his gag off to dump it in his mouth, then took a swig from the bottle yourself.

“Thanks, I needed that.” He leaned his head back and sighed.

“You were taking care of something before you got here, weren’t you?” You asked him. “I patched up your wound from whatever the hell you were doing before.”

“What a kind assassin you are...” He rolled his eyes during his remark.

“I can reopen it, if you’d like.” You untied his bonds and he immediately kicked the chair back at you, which you caught.

“Bad move on your part.” Jason told you as he grabbed your bottle of Jack to take a sip of, then use as a weapon.

“We’ll see about that.” You cocked your gun and pointed it at his unprotected chest. “Your move, ‘Red Hood.’”